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coveredinsweetpea · 1 year

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A/n: I let the whore out for this one 🤭 and I'm not even ashamed? I wanted to make it more filthy but I decided to not push it 😬 but lemme know if you liked this one!!! I'd love to write more!! Summary: just the story of perv!bouncer!Eddie x dumb!ice-cream vendor!reader and the little white lie he used in order to get you where he wanted you. (KINKY) 4.6k Warnings: so first off, perv!Eddie (he's a bit of a meanie) and dumb!reader, ok? He takes advantage of you, oopsie. Humiliation, degradation, lying and gaslighting, pet names, groping, very strong D/s vibes although not established, spit kink, a hint of dubcon? (only if you squint). Needless to say, 18+!! (also I wrote this in one go don't @ me if it's shitty)

You shouldn't have worn heels - it was late at night, you were running late and while the rain had stopped, the mud still managed to splash its way up to your ankles. And come to think of it, the skirt hadn’t been that good of an idea either, not for the metal concert you were attending at least, but you were two blocks away and it was too late to turn back now.

Before entering the venue, you stopped at the corner, fixed your hair and your shoes with a napkin you found around your purse, and prayed to the gods that even though the concert should have already started, the bouncer would still be there to give you a ticket and allow you inside.

“Eddie!” you exclaimed relieved. He was just about to stand up from his little booth when you burst inside the building, and his eyes widened when he realized who you were.

While it truly hadn’t been that long since you last saw each other, it surely felt like it. The last time you saw him was at his graduation, one week after you finished junior year. Currently, almost two years had passed since you yourself were done with school.

“Y/n, wow. I haven’t seen you in ages, how are you?”

“Good, good, I’m good” you huffed, getting ready to fish the money for the ticket out of your purse. “You work here?”

“Yeah. I’m a bartender but something came up and our guy had to leave for a bit. I’m just covering for him.”

“Oh, ok. Cool”

“Did you come for the concert? It’s about to start”

“Yeah, mhm. I know I’m a bit late.” you said, picking out the dollars out of your purse one by one. When you decided your bag should be cute and fit your outfit rather than actually be useful, you didn’t imagine you’d have to embarrass yourself like this. “Here’s 7 dollars-” you mumbled handing him the money, “Wait, I have three more, just give me a second”

“Y/n…” Eddie said as he hesitated to take it from you. “It’s 30 dollars.”

“30 what?” you gasped. “I thought it was 10”

“It was 10, until like an hour ago. You should’ve bought it in advance, tickets are always more expensive at the door”

“You must be kidding me” you cried, “I can’t pay 30$ for a concert of a band I barely even heard about”

“Then don’t” Eddie chuckled, “It’s not that big of a deal, it’s only going to last one hour tops”

“Yeah but my friend likes the vocalist. I promised her I’d be there”

“Then pay?”

Instead of going back to explaining why you really didn’t feel like doing that, you straightened your back and grinned. “Eddie…”

“I’m not interested," he laughed in a heartbeat, fully aware of the tactics you might want to try on him.

“Free ice cream for the whole month!” you belted, grabbing his shoulder to help you get your point across. “You know you can’t say no to that”

“I never even bought ice cream from your shop, Y/n, no”

“Two months!”

“Baby girl, buy the ticket or wait for the concert to end. I can’t just let you in”

“Yes, you can” you scoffed, stomping your foot against the floor. “Since when do you care about the rules?”

“Since my job is at stake, sweetheart”

“Who’s gonna know? Right, no one. So pleeeeease, Eddie! Pretty please with a tiny and sweet cherry on top?”

He was thinking about it, it was obvious the wheels were turning. His eyes traveled along the length of your body as he licked his lips, and that gave you hope. But unfortunately, when he looked back up into your eyes, he shook his head, “I’m sorry, I can’t”

“You can” you pouted, “You just don’t want to”

Eddie tapped his chin, “I guess that’s true. There’s nothing in it for me, so…”

“Asshole!” you giggled and hit his side. “Just tell me what you want, you got it”

“Anything I want?”

“Anything!”

“Anything, anything?” Eddie laughed.

“Just say it, you jerk”

But he didn’t really say it. What he did however was lean behind his little desk and then stand back up with a small camera in his hand. With one eyebrow raised, he motioned with his head to one of the small back rooms to the side, and that should’ve been your cue to at least try offering him ice cream again.

"I can't believe I'm doing this" you nervously giggled as you placed your purse on one of the chairs you found laying around. More things crossed your mind while you took your jacket off but you kept quiet, only turning around to face Eddie when you were left in your tank top and skirt. "This is stupid. I'm being stupid, right?"

"It's just a little bit of fun" he smiled, moving the camera from one hand to the other. "You absolutely don't have to do it if you don't feel comfortable"

"Comfortable getting naked for a stranger to take pictures of me?" you laughed in disbelief.

"Are you?"

His raised eyebrow and the confidence he had made you unconsciously rub your thighs together. "Don't hold this over my head, ok?"

"It's just a few pictures, Y/n, no big deal"

"I know" you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "But I don't want you to think I'm a slut or something. I don't do stuff like this"

"There's a beginning for everything, sweetheart. What if you end up loving it and want to take more?"

"Yeah, right" you rolled your eyes and felt a very strong urge to look anywhere else but at him. "Ok, how do you want them?"

He thought about it for a second. "Take your top off, we'll see from there"

The little bit of conscious thinking still present inside your mind had a very hard time accepting just how fast your hands worked to remove your shirt. The second that piece of clothing went over your head, your cheeks started burning and a very painful but familiar feeling awakened in your core. Half naked and maybe a little bit confused, you turned to look at Eddie - who was grinning from ear to ear, getting ready to snap the picture.

"Say cheese!"

You didn't say it, but you did straighten your back, smiled, and even put on a cute pose with your hands beside your cheeks.

"You've done this before?" Eddie laughed after taking the picture as he waited for it to slip out of the device.

"No, why?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "It's a nice picture"

"Let me see" you said and bubbled over to him, looking at the picture as it exited the camera. "Oh, yeah. You're right! It really is cute"

"Told you, sweetheart" Eddie grinned and grabbed your chin.

You instinctually followed and tilted your head up to look at him, shame spreading across your body as you reveled in his little words of praise. "What next?"

"Bend over that desk over there"

Without as little as a hint of hesitation, you walked over to the desk, planted your chest on top of it and pushed your skirt up over your ass.

"See why I'd think you've done this before?" he laughed and slapped your ass. "I didn't even tell you to lift your skirt"

"You were about to anyway, I'm just ahead of you"

"Such a good, little girl"

As much as you hated to admit, the way he groped your ass, and his fingers - rough and digging into your skin, it all made you squirm under his touch. You remained motionless and sat there quietly, only your feet wobbling a bit from the uncomfortable position as you allowed him to do his thing. "Can I take these off?" Eddie asked, his pointer finger already hooked behind the little piece of fabric that covered your cunt.

"Yeah, mhm" you nodded eagerly. "Do what you want"

Maybe you shouldn't have said that. But a part of you forgot about the concert and was too focused on Eddie's touch, on his presence behind you, the fact that you couldn't see him making all your senses go off the rails.

But a deal was a deal and Eddie wasn't about to break it… that much. After pushing your underwear to the side, the cold air hit your already heated and sensitive core. "Can I see how wet you are, doll?"

You nodded.

And his finger slipped right in, knuckle deep, his big, silver ring barely visible between your damp, puffy folds.

"How about two?"

"...ok"

"Three? Can you take three?" Eddie asked, slipping his fingers inside without wasting time to hear your answer.

A soft moan broke past your lips and your back arched the way he was filling you up, little tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Eddie" you cried.

"Yeah, puppy?"

But only a grunt escaped your throat as you let your forehead fall against the desk.

When he didn't get an answer from you, he just chuckled and the next thing you heard was the sound of the camera going off.

"Cute" Eddie said, retracting his hand from your pussy.

The sudden feeling of emptiness made you whine, "That's all?"

"What? Did you want more?"

"I- I thought-" you mumbled, turning around to face him, "I thought you were gonna, I don't know…"

"Do you want me to, doll?"

The way the words almost slipped out of your mouth was pathetic. But you managed to control yourself, and just pushed yourself up and shook your head. "No" you lied. And he could tell.

"You sure, kitten?"

"Yeah, no. Just take the next pic"

"Ok, last one, sweetheart. Can you get on your knees for me?"

Still visibly disappointed with how he left you hanging, you wordlessly kneeled in front of him. Your hands flew up to grip his thighs and your head fell back, your eyes on his. "Like this?"

"Exactly like that, puppy. You're so good, you know that?" Eddie said, nonchalantly licking your juices off his fingers. "And you taste so sweet, baby"

"Thank you" you weakly smiled as he caressed your cheek. "What, um… what do I do now?"

"Open wide for me, just like that. Can you stay like this for a bit?" Eddie commanded.

All you could do was nod and follow him with your stare, your heart nearly beating out of your chest when he lowered himself in front of you and grabbed your chin.

"Do you like this?"

Yes. No. Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut for a second then then, much to his absolute pleasure, nodded yes.

The sheer embarrassment you felt from not being able to answer him as your mouth hung open made the pressure between your legs grow even more unbearable. You wanted him to do something, anything, touch, or at least talk to you, but he just left you there, hanging pathetically and waiting.

"How about this for the last picture?" Eddie questioned and then shoved his fingers into your mouth. Ring deep and with no warning, he forced your jaw open as he pushed his fingers as far as they could go, making your eyes snap wide open in shock.

"Easy, sweetheart. Stay still for me, ok? Don't fight it"

But it was impossible, with your airway partially blocked and your gag reflex threatening to act up, your hands found his wrist and squeezed as all you could do was look up into his eyes.

"Do you like being like this, angel? All good and dumb for me?"

Your answer came in the form of a blink, your eyebrows also arching upwards, before a cough broke in the back of your throat.

"Easy, doll. Slow down, stop fighting it. Relax, you can do it, you can do it, baby" but he was not helping you, instead pushing down harder onto your tongue, making your eyes water from the lack of oxygen.

But still, you didn't try to fight him, to pry his hand away or to even distance yourself. You just stood there, choking on his fingers, painfully awaiting the moment he'd figure you'd had enough.

While he didn't let you off easily, when your throat constricted around his fingers again, he finally retracted his hand. Drunk on the so dearly needed breath of fresh air that rushed down your throat, you fell forward, your cheek against his thigh as you struggled to regain your composure.

"So good for me, puppy. You listen so well" Eddie cooed, brushing your hair as you refused to pull away from your leg.

"Eddie…" you pouted, "You didn't take the picture"

"That's ok, doll. How are you? Are you good?"

Still unwilling to move, you nodded against his leg. "Yep"

"What do you want to do next, sweetheart? You can choose for the last picture"

"I don't wanna choose" you shook your head, "Just tell me what to do"

"Is there nothing you want, angel? Not even one thing that crossed that pretty, little head of yours?"

"No"

"Then open up for me again, sweetheart"

Lazily, you shuffled to the side and settled back into your position on your knees in front of him. This time, he only pried your mouth open a little bit, much for the aesthetic of it all, his fingers on your tongue and his heavy rings against your bottom lip.

When he brought the camera up, you looked directly into the lens, eyes wide and soft, as you were all but drooling. The way you squirmed once you heard the click of the camera was probably pathetic, but he enjoyed it and you wanted more.

"That's enough" Eddie said, placing the device to the side and squatting down in front of you. "Can you swallow for me?"

You blinked in confusion but burned with enthusiasm, almost moaning out loud when you saw him tower over you and spit down onto your awaiting tongue.

You didn't question it, didn't even flinch, you just closed your mouth and swallowed as he told you.

Once done, Eddie helped you up and waited for you to change. Back out at his little security desk, you waited patiently for him to put the yellow bracelet around your wrist. "Thank you"

"Pleasure doing business with you, doll"

Despite rolling your eyes, you couldn't also hide the way your lips curled at the little pet name, suddenly getting to you in a way half an hour ago you couldn't have even imagined.

"Come with me to the bar, I'll fix you something to drink. On the house"

"Where was this generosity before?" you teased and stepped inside as he held the door open for you.

"Don't push it," he playfully threatened. Once inside, Eddie grabbed your hand and guided you back behind the bar. "What do you want to drink, sweetheart?"

You knew what you wanted, but the annoyed looks of the people impatiently waiting their turn distracted you. Eddie noticed it in a heartbeat, the distress in your eyes saying it all.

"Fuck them" he scoffed, raising his middle finger in their direction as he shielded you with his body. "Just tell me what you feel like drinking"

"Um, a screwdriver, please"

"Coming right up" he said and got to work, only to have you follow him closely like a lost puppy. Too many pairs of judgemental eyes still followed your every move, and without Eddie's attention on you, they felt even more intrusive than before.

"Eddie, I want to pay for it" you said as you opened your purse, "I feel bad"

"I'm not taking your money, Y/n"

"They're looking at me as if I've committed a crime. I'm not going out there with my free drink that I didn't even have to wait for. Just take my money, Eddie, please!"

That sounded like it pissed him off. Not you, though. They did. You sounded genuinely worried, and he didn't like that. After he finished making your drink, Eddie placed it in front of you and then turned to face the customers. "Before you all get your panties in a bunch, she didn't cut to the front, you're waiting to get served by my colleague, I haven't even started my shift. And even if she had cut in front of you, that would've been fine too, because I said so. If any of you even looks at her the wrong way, you're getting kicked out and banned. Thank you!"

Despite his rant having done its job perfectly since no one dared comment or even keep staring, you barely found it in you to look at him. "Eddie… you didn't have to do that"

"If anyone bothers you, come find me" he said, as if he hadn't even heard you. He just grabbed your glass and placed it between your hands, "Go enjoy the concert, sweetheart"

"Thank you" you meekly said.

"No problem, doll" he grinned and slapped your ass as you turned to walk away.

Luckily enough with the soundcheck and stage preparations, you managed to find your friends before the second song even started.

While the music wasn't necessarily your favorite, you still danced your soul out and used the little breaks between songs to listen to your friend vent and fangirl over the vocalist. Tall, long hair and a leather jacket - another thing whose appeal you didn't think you'd see any time soon.

But the whole thing turned out to be a blast, no one interrupting your dancing sessions and by the time the concert was over, you were all spent, barely able to maintain your balance on your aching feet.

After collapsing in the nearest booth you found available, one friend who made the happiest choice of the night regarding the shoes and chose a pair of sneakers, sacrificed herself and made her way to the bar while you all waited for her at the table.

Mostly, the conversation circled around everyone's surprise with how enjoyable the concert actually was. A few other topics had been touched, such as whether they'd party at this bar or not, or if any of the members were single, but when the subject of the price rolled around, you felt personally attacked.

Without explaining, you excused yourself from the table and stomped your way to the bar, walking behind it like the place belonged to you.

"Eddie, I need to talk to you"

"Not now, sweetheart. I'm a bit busy" he hurriedly spoke, unable to even look at you as he balanced 7 shot glasses between his hands.

"Now, Eddie!"

"It's gonna have to wait, have a seat" he huffed and dragged a stool over to his side of the bar. "Wait"

The only thing that kept you from making a scene right then and there was the number of people that were waiting for their drinks. And while you would've very gladly given Eddie a hard time, those people had nothing wrong. So, with a pout and a frown on your face, you sat down and proceeded to wait.

"What's wrong? Can you tell me what happened?" Eddie eventually said in between orders, still visibly busy and not giving you all the attention you required.

"No" you crossed your arms, "Not like this"

"Did something happen?" he questioned, sounding genuinely worried. He threw the towel in his hand over his shoulder and leaned closer, softly touching your thigh as he spoke. "Tell me if-"

"I'll hit you" you snapped and shoved him. "Take a break"

And that was what he did. As soon as he got a little window of time, he asked his colleague to cover for him and then guided you out from behind the bar, and over to a more secluded corner.

"Ok, what happ-"

"Asshole!" you slapped his cheek - as hard as you could but nowhere near hard enough to do any real damage. "Fuck you!"

"Whoa!" Eddie gasped as he recoiled from the blow, instantly grabbing your wrist to stop you from delivering another blow. "What the hell happened?"

"30 dollars!? You lied to me!"

"Oh, that…"

"Yes! That! You're a fucking asshole!"

"Hey, now. Don't go there" Eddie calmly said, arms going up in a defensive position despite still holding onto your hand. "It was just a bit of fun. You had fun too, didn't you?"

"That's not the point"

"You didn't deny it!"

"Asshole!" you snapped again, this time using your free hand to hit his side. But he grabbed onto this wrist too, pulling you closer to him despite your protests. "Eddie, let me go!"

"No, you're gonna hit me again"

"Yes, I am. You lied to me"

"Ok, I lied" he raised his shoulders and rolled his eyes, "So what? We both had some fun, and you got in for free and also got a free drink. I think it's fair"

"No, it's not fair!" you tried to free yourself but his grip was iron strong. "It's not fair because it wasn't 30 dollars, you lied!"

"It was still 10 dollars, which you didn't have to pay, now did you?"

"I would've paid 10 dollars!"

"But you didn't. I saved you some money. I think you should just thank me, doll"

"You're unbelievable" you scoffed, turning your head to the side so that you wouldn't have to look at him.

Eddie however, had a different idea. As he let your wrists go, he cupped your cheeks into his hands so that you'd face him. Despite the annoyed look on your face, your hands traveled up to his sides, grabbing onto his leather jacket as he held you close.

"Come on, you can't really be upset with me right now, sweetheart."

"Well, I am," you frowned.

"I'm sorry, dove. It wasn't my intention. I never meant to upset you"

"You wouldn't have lied if you didn't want to upset me"

"I didn't think you'd find out" he chuckled, which deepened your frown. "Hey, look at me"

"No" you pouted and turned your head to the side, making Eddie have to lean from left to right multiple times in order to meet your eyes.

"Angel, look at me, come on"

"No, Eddie, leave me alone!" you protested, but the smile was audible in your tone. He knew he got to you.

"Hey, come on. Look at you, all smiling"

"I'm not smiling!" you said, trying to sound serious, but eventually giggled when you finally looked at him.

"There you go! That's my girl!" Eddie laughed and brought you closer, "You forgive me, doll, right?" he asked, lightly rubbing your chin with his thumb.

"No"

"You're a bad liar, sweetheart. I think you didn't even mind in the first place, did you?"

"I did!"

"Then why were you so wet for me, huh?" he grinned.

"I'm mad you lied to me" you sighed, not showing any signs of wanting to distance yourself from him anymore. "You didn't have to do that"

"How was I supposed to know you'd say yes?"

"You should've asked!"

"I'm sorry, baby. I really am" he said softly and then nudged your forehead with his. "Kiss me to make it better?"

"I don't want to kiss you, Eddie, I'm still upset"

"No, you're not" he laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against yours a couple of times until you couldn't help it anymore.

"You're an asshole, you know that?" you shook your head in disbelief, unable to contain your nervous laughter. But despite your words, you were still pressed against him, your hands on his waist and your lips inches away from his.

"I'm fun, sweetheart. Just kiss me"

"Ok, but you're not going to lie to me again!"

"Never!" he swore, all wide eyed and not at all grinning as he did so.

But you didn't pay too much attention. That promise, however empty, was enough for you to feel completely content with going in for a full kiss. He welcomed you fully, one of his hands finding your ass in no time, squeezing hard enough to bruise. But it only riled you up further as you clung onto him, breathing him in with every single brush of your tongue against his.

"Ah! My lipstick!" you whined as you pulled away for air.

"It looks alright, it didn't smudge, don't worry" Eddie smiled, looking at you in awe as you tried to make sure your lipstick didn't get all over your face.

"The girls said it's blowjob proof, I guess they were right" you giggled when you saw no color transferred to Eddie's lips or your fingers. "That's 5 dollars well spent"

"See?" Eddie grabbed your ass as he proudly spoke, "And now, thanks to me, you can get two more. I can even help you try them all out. Multiple times, see if they really are blowjob proof."

"How nice of you" you mocked.

"I know, right?" Eddie chuckled and then kissed your temple. "I have to go back to work now, though. You can hang out with me, if you want"

You were about to follow him, but right before he reached the bar, you tugged his sleeve. "Eddie? Can I ask for a favor?"

He blinked in curiosity. "Sure, sweetheart. What is it?"

"You know I told you I have this friend who likes-"

"Who likes the vocalist, yes, I remember"

"Yeah, well… I was wondering if you could introduce them?"

"Yeah, doll. No problem" Eddie said and looked around, "I think they're still in the back, come with me"

And you did. You followed him wordlessly and reveled in the privilege of walking through the "employees only" door. The dark and sticky corridor Eddie dragged you through had absolutely no reason to make you feel as important as it did, but you loved it. And once outside, in the parking lot you yourself had crossed earlier on your way to the concert, as you and Eddie approached the band's van, you still managed to feel important, as if there was business to attend to.

Even talking to the band you couldn't care less about felt empowering, especially the way each member went to shake your hand as Eddie did the introductions. But despite all of them being nothing but a happy and laid back bunch, you still felt the need to cower behind Eddie as he conversed with the vocalist.

Even though they were all heading inside for some well deserved post concert drinks, Eddie made sure to mention the one fan the man absolutely had to meet.

"This one?" the vocalist, whose name you found out to be Joe, or Joey, asked, pointing at you.

Your eyes went wide, but Eddie only chuckled. "No, she's with me. It's one of her friends, though. She's inside"

While the band still had a few minutes worth of organizing to do, you and Eddie headed back towards the bar.

"I'm with you?" you giggled, almost feeling the need to cover your mouth at how giddy his words made you.

"Aren't you?" Eddie laughed.

"I guess I am" you smiled and resumed your spot on the chair he had brought for you earlier. "Can I help you with stuff? Or is that allowed? I don't know"

"Everything's allowed, sweetheart, but don't worry. Enjoy yourself, I don't need any help. Sit there and be pretty for me"

"I can do that" you wiggled your legs in the air. "And thank you for speaking to Joey. She's gonna be so happy, I'm never going to hear the end of it"

After sending you a knowing smile, Eddie put his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead, "Anything for you, sweetheart"

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie x reader #eddie muson fanfic

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sophswritingthings · 9 months

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To the anon with the ask who made Mizu a motorcyclist… PLEASE INDULGE MORE 😍😍😍😍

pairing: modern au!motorcyclist!mizu x fem!reader

warning(s): light swearing

a/n: she's so HOT I will gladly write more!!!

word count: 470 words / 2,579 characters

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you were walking past a shop. a motorcycle shop and repair, consequently.

that's when a certain pair of mysterious blue eyes caught your eye.

the woman who had absolutely barreled you over, last time. gorgeous blue eyes and dark hair, and a red and black motorcycle that was so distinctive you could notice it anywhere.

and she looked to have noticed you, too.

"its you again," she says with that raspy voice, flashing you a small smile. she's covered in ash and what seems to be oil, and she had glasses sat on her head.

"um.. yes, it is," you chuckle, blushing a little.

"how are you doing?" is the first question she asks, turning her attention slightly back to the motorcycle at hand.

"im okay," you murmur, walking closer to her. whatever she was doing was quite interesting, "everything's healed up properly."

"well--good," she slides under the motorcycle without a word.

you watch with interest, "um.. what are you doing?"

"hit something a little too hard. probably or rock, or some shit," she hissed. you could see that her legs were a bit torn up, under her torn jeans.

".. you okay, then?" you whisper.

you sort of wanted to return her earlier favor.

"I'll be fine, probably just a couple scars." she responded, rather calmly for someone who could have easily died in some accident.

"I could.. clean you up. return your favor," you place down your bag, as she slides out from under the bike.

under her soot covered face, you can see the faintest hint of blush.

".. if you'd like, I suppose it isn't a problem," she looks hesitant to tell you where the bandages were. to let you touch her.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." you chuckle, going to where she has directed you. "I'll be gentle."

she scoffs, "its--its not--" she stammers, "I know that."

you bend down to the floor, first wiping her face and arms of all soot and ash. you see the cuts and scars along her arms, frowning a little. how often did she get injured?

you ignore it, though, not wanting to press her with questions. you just clean her wounds, wrapping bandages over them.

"hey, did you--" she pauses, watching your head snap up to look her in those blue eyes. "--maybe.. wanna go and get coffee? lunch, even, I--"

you cut her off, smiling, "I'd like to."

her eyes widen, "wait, I--really?" she seems surprised that you would even consider it.

you chuckle, "yeah.. is that so weird?"

"no, it isn't," she sighs. "I haven't been on a date in awhile, so im sorry if im shit at this."

you blush a little, giggling, "I probably am shitty at it, too, so don't worry too much."

she laughs, "good. than we can be shit at it, together."

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#mizu x you #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #mizu #blue eyed samurai #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ask #asked and answered #request #fic request #x reader

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whatanightmaregrinch · 2 years

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John Hancock x (Fem)Sole Survivor- "thought I'd lost you"

[[TW: light gore]]

John Hancock didn't find himself afraid often. In fact, he prided himself on his ability to keep his cool, even in shitty scenarios. No matter what came his way, he always knew how to act. Got himself out of some pretty sticky situations with that talent too. He considered himself a ghoul of many tricks, and that's why he felt out of options when he saw Sole limp through the gates of his great city, supported by one of the Goodneighbor guards. He practically lunged forward off of the bench he'd sat down on to huff jet, and stormed towards them. His heart started slamming in his ribcage when he saw blood dribble from her pretty fucking mouth and down her chin, the way they locked eyes but Sole wasn't even there. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed, bringing the guard down with her under the weight of her nearly destroyed power armour. The guard started shouting, gaining the attention of some drifters, who started clamouring toward them to help. He barely had room to feel pride for his citizens banding together to help their fellow man. John dragged Sole off of the guard with some effort, the guard managing to wheeze out a thanks and rolling to the side, and he felt sick as he removed his hands from her and saw her blood sticking to his hands. He didn't hear himself shout for Doctor Amari, didn't even process himself desperately trying to rip her out of her power armour to assess the damage. He glanced at her face, pale and sweaty. She looked dead, and it terrified him.

"Hey Sunshine? I need you to listen to me." He said shakily, finally managing to crack the broken breast plate away from her, and he sucked in a breath.

Her dirty white shirt was stained with her own blood, but he could see where the material had ripped, and the evil glint of metal deep in the wound that had caused it. Someone's hands went to remove her shirt for him to see better, and he smacked their hand away so hard they yelped in surprise.

"Fuck are you doing, idiot? We can't get her wound out here it'll get fuckin' dust in, use your godamn mind!" Some part of him wanted to protect her dignity. Not that he wouldn't want to see her, he just wanted her permission and not to be covered in blood and surrounded by god knows how many pairs of eyes. Unless that was what she wanted, of course.

"I got the Doc!" A male voice slurred, but Hancock couldn't even spare attention for him. He couldn't stop staring at her fucking face. He was glad other people were there to help take the rest of her power armour off because he was being fucking useless right now. A familiar hand pushed him out of the way, and he realised he was in Amari's way. He scrambled back, but stopped when the doctor shot him a glare.

"Where are you going John? Help me carry her." She snapped, but not unkindly. She recognised the fear in his black eyes, but she didn't have the time to soothe him. She wasn't even sure how she was going to help Sole yet, she was a scientist, not a medic and she figured her best bet would be to take her patient to Daisy and see if they could come up with something. She had basic medical training, but when it had nothing to do with human, ghoul or synth brain, she was out of ideas. She moved around to Soles head and arms, and directed John to her legs and feet. He wrapped his arms around her legs ready whilst Amari told two others how best to support Sole on the torso so it wouldn't dip. She told another to send word to Daisy of their arrival with the promise of caps for what they needed and use of her space.

"On three."Doctor Amari commanded, and on three, they all pulled her up into the air as flat as they could. Sole made a horrible groaning noise, and Hancock could see her eyes opening and closing as she struggled with consciousness.

"We're gonna fix you right up, don't you worry. Try and stay awake." John tried her as they all staggered quickly towards Daisy's shop, her only making noises of pain in reply. He didn't understand how she even managed to get back to the gates, let alone inside the city.

Daisy was ready for them. Just like him, Sole had touched her heart in ways she'd prefer not to talk about, and seeing her in this state shocked her. Daisy mentioned once that she reminded her of her days before the war,of picket fences, green grass and blue skies. Not that John could picture what that was like.

Daisy had a table upstairs cleaned off, and they set her down as gently as they could. John pulled his coat off and folded it, shoving it under her head so she had support. He stood against the wall, so the two women could work. He'd only pace around and get in the way if he didn't. Daisy had rifled through and brought up all the supplies she could think of that they might need, and a bucket with boiling water to kill the germs as best they could.

He stayed whilst they cleaned her up with the limited alcohol they had, but John decided to leave the room when they set about pulling out the blade. He wasn't usually squeamish, but his heart couldn't take it this time around. He couldn't let himself feel the sadness in his bones, couldn't let himself think about the large possibility that Sole might die there on that table, and he'd have to bury another person he loved. He wandered downstairs, and out the closed shop front to sit down on the bench outside. He dug around in his pockets for a cigarette, finding one but tutting when he realised he didn't have a light. He looked around to see if he could bum a light from someone, but the street had emptied not ten minutes after. Events like that tended to spook people, and well, a nice gal like that in the kinda state she was in was bound to pull on some heartstrings. He didn't regret giving her his coat, but he regretted not shaking his metal plated lighter and jet from his pocket. He could have ran home to get some, but he didn't want to be too far away from her.

Many times had John Hancock fallen in love. They were short and fleeting circumstances, but he valued them. Well, as much as a ghoul fucked out of his skull could, anyway. He valued the sex less. He had alot of it in his time, and whilst he partook in it often, he didn't tend to talk to them after, or make them breakfast, or any of that shit. Usually by the time he woke up from his drug fuelled bender they were gone, leaving him with a feeling of emptiness and unfufillment. Sole had taken his usual routine and shook it around. He was willing to follow her across the wastelands forever if that was what she wanted. And now she was laid out on a table dying. He might never get to ask her how she felt about him, how she felt about sharing her life with him, or even find her fucking son. He wouldn't admit it, but he cried. He cried for a long time, and as the dusky evening turned to night, he remained frozen on the bench, cigarette abandoned next to him.

He didn't realise Amari's figure come out to him at first, his eyes too adjusted to the gloom to pick the white of her coat. He wanted to throw up when he made out the detail of Sole's blood decorating her sleeves. He didn't want to hear the news he knew to be true. Doctor Amari sat down next to him on the bench, and sighed aloud. She grabbed a cigarette, lit it with her lighter and offered the pack and light to him, which he didn't accept. Just started at her, almost angry she couldn't deliver the news first. Did she mean that little to her?

"Oh you, she's alive. Horribly wounded, but.. alive." Amari said, and wordlessly Hancock took the cigarette and lighter offered to him. Taking a puff of his lit cigarette, he sighed, the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders for the first time in hours.

"How bad was it?" He found the courage to ask, and Amari made this unpleasant sound that he didn't want to hear from her again.

"Whoever did that to her got her good. I'm thinking her power armour must have been really badly damaged already for the knife to get her like that. Daisy and I managed to stop the bleeding, but she'll have a nasty scar, that's to say if infection doesn't take her first." Amari's words stung John back to his reality. They weren't out of the fog yet. He took an extra long drag of the cigarette and exhaled.

"Don't really know what to do." Hancock admitted to her. She looked at him with a thoughtful gaze. "I assumed you'd be rushing inside by now to see her, if I'm honest. Why are you still sat with me?" She probed. His scarred face set into a frown.

"I don't want to see her like that if she's gonna-"

"How selfish, John. What of her? Do you think she deserves to be ignored like this?" She snapped, cutting him off. "Daisy and I were busy saving her life, and the moments she was lucid between shots, all she wanted to know was where you were." She jabbed a finger into his chest. Her words stung, even if she was right. Hurt his pride in a way he didn't want to admit. He just looked down, and Doctor Amari tutted, stabbing her cigarette out angrily on the benches arm rest. "If she lives, all she'll remember is you refusing to see her." She finalised, and stood. Brushing the mess from her thighs, she didn't even bother to collect her lighter and cigarette carton back as she went striding off into the darkness, probably back to her home. He thought about calling out to her, but she'd disappeared into the shadows before he had chance. He took it as good fortune, and pocketed the lighter and packet. He faltered as he wondered what to do next.

He looked up at the top window above Daisy's shop. The faint glow to it seemed inviting, but he was filled with regret. He couldn't be what she needed from him right now, he couldn't be the good man she needed. Compared to Nate, he was nothing. He didn't even have eyebrows. He grunted at the thought, and stood to go back to the Old State House. A quiet voice suddenly spoke up within him, urging him to remember something he'd long forgotten. A memory played out before him, he wasn't sure whether the jet and daytripper he'd taken during the day were reacting with eachother, but it spoke to him, reminding him of something that if he was right about and he'd forgotten he swore he'd cut his own brain out.

Sole was laid on a dirty double mattress next to him. He strained to remember more of the scene, but it started to come together. They'd been travelling back from a settlement not too far from Goodnighbour when the radiation storm had swarmed them so fast they'd barely time to duck into a semi suitable house. They retreated to the basement and found a singular double mattress in there and no open windows that could let the storm in, so they decided to camp for the night. Radiation didn't bother him, but Sole was smooth skinned and she didn't have enough fusion cores left to make the journey back. They were back to back, facing away. He had no qualms about sleeping face to face, but her pre-war sensibilities were apparent in the quieter moments.

"Hancock?" She said in a tired voice. "Hmm?" He mumbled. He remembered taking a puff of jet then, and he crinkled his nose. Why was he always so fuckin high all the time? "..is it hard, being a mayor?" She wondered, and he snorted as he coughed the chem out of his lungs. "Sure as brahmin shit, girl. Makes me do all kinds of uncomfy shit I'm not exactly happy about." He admitted. He tried to fight off the suprise when he felt her shift around in the mattress, to face his back. He moved to copy her, but her hands suddenly pressed against his shoulders, trapping him to facing away from her. "Dont turn over." She said softly, and he chuckled. "Whatever you want, sister." He slurred. He felt her hands tense on his back. "You shouldn't call me that." She said, and he furrowed his brow line in confusion. "Why not? Don't ya like it?" He replied, and she was silent for about a minute. He waited for her to gather her thoughts. "It just, makes me think we're related, that's all. I don't want to be related to you." She said stiffly, and he felt a little hurt. "What's wrong with being related to me?" He huffed out, chest jutting out a little. He was glad she wasn't allowing him to turn round. What she said was so quiet he wasnt sure he'd heard it right. " We can't be romantically involved." She grunted, and withdrew her hands from his back, and returned to her original position, back to back with him. He stared in silence for a long time at the crack in the wall directly opposite of him, listening to the sound of the lightning that stormed on a level above them.

He nearly killed himself right there for taking so much jet he'd basically ignored her unasked question, and had never brought it up to her again. What if she was testing the waters? What if he was supposed to respond then, confirm or deny his feelings for her? He groaned , and spun around on his heel. He needed to see her, needed to talk to her and get it all out, even if it was the only reason that selfishly drove him up those stairs. He couldn't decide for her, it was wrong. But she deserved atleast an explanation. Daisy cast him a glance as he walked past her, cleaning her counter. She wanted to say something to him, but it could wait. He clambered the stairs, and cringed as he saw the table where she lay so lifelessly hours before, now covered in her blood but empty. He spotted her laid out on the sofa in the darker corner of the room, his coat gently draped over her as a blanket, but she'd pushed it down at some point in her sleep. He took note that they'd changed her into a different, less traumatic t-shirt for her to wake up in, rather than her ripped one. He couldn't ignore the bandages poking out from under it, though. A sigh brought him out of his thoughts, and he saw she was sleeping. He came and sat beside her on the floor, and feeling his heart speed up just slightly. She was sleeping, a stab wound victim, and he found her enchanting, even in this state.

"You really scared me." He spoke softly to avoid disturbing her. When he heard no change from her, he continued. "I saw you on the floor and I thought you were dead. It really made me stop, and a ghoul like me doesn't stop for much." He lent back into the sofa, removing the hat from his head. "I figured love was off the plate for you, after you told me what happened with Nate. I couldn't blame you if you did, you know. But I didn't mean to ignore you, that night." He said quietly. " -'was just shocked, is all. You gotta understand a gal like you saying something like that to me rocked me, I mean look at you. You look like all them pretty gals from the movie posters." He mused, looking down at his own scarred hands in a silent comparison. He didn't find himself ugly, but he certainly wasn't normal. Didn't look normal in areas you wanted to look normal, either. "I felt at peace with you. I feel at peace with you." He corrected, and cast her sleeping face a glance, to find her eyes open and staring at him with a curious intensity instead. He was afraid, and she didnt say anything. She winced in immense pain, but made an effort to reach out a trembly hand and cup his cheek. He softened at the realization it wasn't rejection, but exhaustion that caused her silence. It wasnt like she was in any state to talk. Her thumb caressed the ridges on the left side of his face. He sighed into the touch, feeling it spread warmth into his cheeks, into his neck and down into his chest. He didn't expect declarations of love from her, it was too soon for that. But for now, he could allow himself to enjoy this. To enjoy being with her.

"Don't leave me." Her voice came out broken, and hoarse. He covered her hand on his face with her own, and squeezed gently. "Couldn't, not after this." He murmured, and she smiled. He loved that smile, and he hoped that she would smile at him like that forever. He wanted to serve and protect that smile, and he promised himself in that moment that he would find whoever had laid her out like this and make them wish they were having a fucking nightmare.

#whatanightmaregrinch #fallout4 #fallout #john hancock fo4 #reader insert #angst #light gore #hancock has alot of feelings #i recently romanced hancock and im in love with him #drabble #fanfiction #im sure ill appropriately tag these things one day #nOT TODAY THO #john hancock #john hancock x reader #pining sort of

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Animation Brief 01 - Week 2 - Parallax Background

Above: Snufkin just chillin

Putting together a full parallaxed background was the biggest individual step in our "World Building" brief, which is why I kept putting it off. I was told by Yvonne that the work had to be produced physically before being digitally composited, for someone who hates painting this was bad news.

I guess like always, the first step was research and gathering reference. I chose Tove Jansson as my artist-to-emulate which proved a bit of a headache in itself. Jansson was prolific and diverse, working with different styles in different mediums regularly in her seven decades long career. A lot of my favourite works of hers are simple black ink on white paper illustrations. But mimicking that style would've gone against the spirit of the project.

I decided to buy a beginners set of gouache paint for a tenner and try to emulate her painted work, the likes of which can be seen on the covers for her children's books. I'd never used gouache before so I don't really know what I was thinking, other than that I knew I was sick of acrylic. Anyway, the first step was a sketch.

Above: Yeah not much going on...

Honestly looking back on this I probably should have spent more time drafting a good composition and actually thinking through the shot I was intending to make. It's not that I didn't give it any thought, just that when you're on a tight schedule and commit to an idea, you're stuck with it. The longer I worked on this project the less I liked it, a bit more foresight at the beginning could've helped prevent that. Ah well.

The composition I went with was a combination of a couple of my landscape sketches. I decided with my "mini-me" limited to being shot from the shoulder up, a horizontal parallax would work best. Basically a simple side-scrolling shot, like holding a camera out a car window. I took the forest backdrop from Cratloe Woods, the classic Irish dry-stone wall from the farm, and I threw in some road signs (and Snufkin) for a bit of fun. The only problem was now I had to paint it...

Above: A real Artíst's palette...

I had no idea how to use gouache. I even used the regular ass paper from my sketchook which was probably a mistake considering the number the water did on it. I started out dampening the paper a bit before going over the major areas with a wash of an approximate colour. You can really tell I worked left to right on the wall because it gets slightly less shitting as your eyes pan across it. The wall was great fun in general, basically just laying down shadows, darkening the crevices and building up the tone. I think I overworked it looking back, although that's true for the painting in general.

Above: Cameos

Don't have much to say about these sketches, I was working fast and trying to have fun with them while keeping in Jansson's style. Also if it's not obvious I take all these photos at night when there's no natural light cause I'm stupid...

Above: Ignore the giant pile of rubbish, I cleaned it up after I promise

At first I really wasn't happy with the treeline in my first painting so I tested out some ideas on another sheet. I liked how it turned out, and I was thinking of incorporating it into the animation, but as the trees are the furthest element in the composition, they will move the least in the parallax shot, making it a bit infeasible. I did reuse the bushes as a foreground element though.

The next step was a tedious one, scan the water-warped paintings on my shitty scanner, disassemble them in Photoshop and stitch the edges as to make them tileable. Honestly I actually enjoy this kind of tedious Photoshop work, I just hated my painting and the shot in general so having to look at them over and over wasn't exactly fun.

Anyway, having made liberal use of the offset filter in Photoshop I had all the layers cut and tileable and ready to import into After Effects. I kind of suck at After Effects so this took longer than it should have. I tried to create the parallax effect in an old school manner by parenting all the layers together and setting a keyframe on their position, and adjusting their start position individually to control the speed at which each layer scrolled. Sounds easy.

I wasn't. Apparently I can't parent properly cause it was anarchy trying to control the speed of the individual layers. Eventually I just watched a Youtube tutorial and used that guy's method, creating a new camera and parenting everything to a null object, then moving the individual layers back in z-space to create the parallax effect as the camera pans.

I'm tired as I write this and I'm unsure how intelligible it is. Here's the horses mouth explaining things if you want to watch for yourselves:

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The worst part is after all that it's still just a rough composite. Even beyond the obvious absence of my mini-me, there's a lot of problems in regards to the speed of the individual layers, the foreground elements look more like they're moving on a treadmill than receding in space. A particular cardinal sin I committed was not matching the speed of the grounded elements to the ground on which they're well, grounded.

Anyway I can fix all that later, I'm just sick of looking at it for now.

#lsad #art #animation #world building #Youtube

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WIP Whenever | Tagged by @vampireninjabunnies-blog | Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @poisonedtruth @nightbloodraelle @detectivelokis @strangefable @shegetsburned @nightwingshero @jacobsneed @direwombat @adelaidedrubman @euryalex and anyone with something to share <3

Moving onto the serious scenes (or as serious as I can keep them), another snippet from Chapter 6, where Sabrina just can't catch a damn break. # should have burned that red sketchbook, my girl

John moved closer to the fridge, examining the polaroids hanging on it, his fingers touching the paper butterflies. "Do you wish you never came to Hope County, Deputy?", he spoke up suddenly, staring at the acceptance letter from Whitehorse. "I do. But if I've learned anything, it's that when life has something planned out, it would find a way to make it happen no matter how much you try to stop it. So I would have ended up here no matter what." "God or life?" "Whatever you want to call it.", Sabrina cleared her throat, "Any chance I can shower before we go rummaging through years worth of mostly shitty memories?" John nodded, his eyes unreadable. "You can stay here."

After another silent nod from him, Sabrina left the kitchen. Savannah was still in the living room where they had left her, now watching a movie from her DVD collection. She beamed at Sabrina when she saw her nearing. "Rin-Rin, I'm so glad you're home." "Me too, pumpkin. Let me hug you again." Her sister rushed over, and as she enveloped her in a hug, Sabrina whispered, "You stay on the couch, I'm going to shower, you don't go anywhere without me, okay?" "Okay." "And no more throwing things at John, unless he does something to deserve it." Savannah giggled, "I promise." She sparred one more look towards the kitchen before heading upstairs. Once she was in the bathroom she quickly stepped out of the borrowed clothes and into the shower. The hot water felt heavenly on her skin, but she didn't allow herself to waste too much time, too worried about Savannah and how they'd get out of this mess. She wrapped a towel around her body and attempted to dry her hair with another on her way out of the bathroom. Sabrina attempted to swing the door open, but it only moved a little bit before it made impact with something. What the hell? She pushed again. "You trying to kill me with a door now, Deputy?", his amused words carried through the crack. Her hand froze on the doorhandle. "Why are YOU standing there and blocking the door?", she deadpanned. "Your sister was giving me strange looks, so I thought I'd wait for you here. It was that or barging into your bedroom." "Or you could have stayed in the kitchen." He sighed, "I told you-" "Following instructions. Should be simple, John. We agree on 5 minutes, you rush in and scare my sister before I even have the chance to find her. Then I ask if I can shower while you wait-" "I'd rather we argue face to face, Deputy." "Do I even want to know why." "It's more entertaining." "One, you're the one that was basically blocking the door, forcing me to talk you like this. Two, I need you to go back downstairs." Silence, then he asked, "Why?" Sabrina rubbed her temples, "I need to grab clothes from my room and change, I expected you to be in the KITCHEN as we agreed." "Deputy-" Fuck this. Sabrina was over it, she tried the door again, shocked he actually had moved back allowing it to open fully. She could tell he was taken by surprise and when she exited the bathroom, his blue eyes darkened as they ran over her barely covered form. She clutched her towel for dear life, trying to ignore the look on his face as she breezed past him, headed straight for her bedroom and once inside, she slammed the door for good measure. She rested her back against it, releasing the breath she was holding. Unbelievable. "Still not trying to seduce me?", he called out from the hallway. "Pushing your luck, AGAIN." "I'm not worried, Deputy." Sabrina rolled her eyes, deciding to not respond, knowing he'd just keep the argument going forever otherwise. She opened her wardrobe, settling for a gray sweater and a pair of light blue jeans. She got dressed and headed back out, finding John standing right where she left him. "Deputy-" "I seriously have no more energy for this, whatever it is." "I'm sorry." The confusion must have been all over her face because he quickly added, "For scaring your sister." "It really could have been avoided." "I know." "You're lucky she didn't hit you in the face.", was all she could reply before she pulled down the ladder leading up to the attic where all her old notebooks were stored. "The boxes are all up there.", she explained as she climbed up, John following close behind. Most of the storage space was occupied by old pieces of furniture and items that belonged to Ms. Darcy's late son. Sabrina's eyes zeroed in on the boxes they needed, all labeled and unopened. "I used to keep them all in my room, but with time I had so many, I ended up keeping the most recent ones there and the rest packed up."

John was looking at the boxes, a strange expression marred his features. Without a word he picked up a box, heading down and into her bedroom. By the time she caught up with him he was already cutting through the tape, using none other than her own knife. From the moment she admitted to him about her visions and the notebooks she kept, one thing was at the forefront of her mind when they'd reach the cabin: making sure he doesn't get his hands on a certain old sketchbook. That one I wouldn't like to explain at all. Problem was, she had no idea which box it would be in nor if she'd have the opportunity to hide it before he comes across it. John was rummaging through the notebooks when she spotted the familiar worn-out red cover with a black butterfly on it. Fuck. The one thing he wasn't supposed to see had captured his interest. He was staring at the sketchbook in his hands intently, his fingers running over the leather surface. Don't. Put it down with the rest. Like it's nothing. She held herself back from reacting, from snatching it from his hands, knowing that would only raise more suspicion in him. Seconds felt like hours. And he opened it. Flipping page after page. "These are just old sketches, nothing of significance, I would say.", she miraculously managed to keep her voice steady, while her heart sped up in anticipation of the disaster to be unleashed. She could sense the exact moment he reached the point of no return. From how first confusion clouded his expression then realization settled in as John raised his head from the page, his piercing eyes making her blood freeze as they met hers. "What is this, Deputy?", his voice was low, incredulous. She shook her head, "I-I- nothing, just sketches." All dated, all related to you. How am I getting out of this one?! The pages rustled as he flipped forward through the sketches, the sound so loud in the silence, it cut straight into her. "Sabrina. This is not NOTHING.", his voice rose, and involuntarily, she flinched at his tone. Yes. No way he's dropping this one. Fuck my life. His eyes had gone dark, anger hiding in the blue depths. Her fight or flight response kicked in as she took quick steps backwards, putting space between them, until she reached the door, her hand grabbing the knob. Her throwing knives were past him in one of the drawers, her boots she had left by the front door with his blade still inside, all options for fighting seemed out of reach. When he got no response from her John threw the sketchbook on the ground and in a blur he was in front of her, caging her in between his arms, her back resting against wooden door. His eyes searched hers, as he said, "You have some explaining to do, Deputy." She shook her head. "Words, Sabrina."

"No. There's nothing to tell." "Oh, but there is, starting with how fun was it for you to toy with me-" Sabrina narrowed her eyes, "I wasn't toying with you." "YES", he said it loudly, full of conviction and in the same tone he used in his cursed broadcasts. John reached out, grabbing a strand of her damp hair and tucking it behind her ear, the touch sending shivers up her spine. His nearness was confusing and overwhelming her senses in the exact moment where she needed them most. His face was so close to hers, their noses almost touching, his hot breath brushing across her lips as he spoke. "Now, Sabrina, how do you have sketches of my tattoos before I even had them?" She shook her head again, set on keeping her secret. "Words, Sabrina." "No. It's nothing. Just drop it." A dark laugh escaped him. "Try again. You promised me knowledge." "Some things are better left unsaid." She tried twisting the knob and failed, the sound carrying through the silence, letting him know of her plan. John's hand covered hers. "I will ask again. Last time. How is it possible? I want you to say it." Sabrina tried to keep her composure intact, cursing the hope she had in the man from her visions, the one that stood in front of her asking her to confess was different. Dead set on making her confirm his suspicions when it would do neither of them any good. "There is nothing to tell.", she repeated, putting emphasis on each word. Breathe. Focus. You're okay. Whatever John saw on her face made him release her hand and back away, putting space between them yet again. The mask of indifference slipped back on. "Fine, Deputy. As you wish. One day you're going to tell me everything. I got my answer either way."

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letterstomymothershewontread · 2 years

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my sisters partner,

I'd like to start this off as simple and plain as possible. I hate you.

I'm not going to say that you're responsible entirely for me no longer talking to my sister, your wife, and my mom. What I am saying is that it wouldn't have happened so painfully and so soon if it wasn't for you. All because you cannot speak for yourself and had to make my sister say what you wanted to say. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU and I hope you're miserable until you're dead.

I know how shitty my sister is but I also know how wonderful she can be and you do not deserve her. I think you see her as a mule for you, a money ticket. You two want to buy a house but I fail to see how you'll help contribute to not only the mortgage but as well as the state of the house. My sister struggles cleaning due to her trauma and you definitely don't help. That's evident by the state of the basement you two live in. It completely covered in trash and clothes and overall just a mess really makes me feel better about my messy home. I digress.

I really at the end of the day hate you because of the night you forced my sister off Facetime with me. Let me catch you up with what happened from my point of view. I had got a really bad charley horse cramp my in leg and was in screaming crying pain. On a pain scale I was sitting at an 8 or 9. My fiancé tried everything they knew to help but all I could do is scream and cuss at them in pain. Was that okay? No not at all, which is why I apologized once I was okay and calmed down. I had called my sister once the cramp started to subside because I knew of all people she would know some remedies as well as she knew how to talk to me when I was that upset. She was the ONLY PERSON who knew how to talk to me when I was in that bad of a panic. You got mad and turned your phones volume all the way up while you were watching YouTube, forcing us off Facetime. All because the charley horse started to come back in my leg and I cussed at you for interrupting my sister and I's conversation. I did apologize to you for that while I was on facetime with my sister but you swear I didn't. You also don't care that I was in pain and that was the only reason I got so upset which isn't an excuse but as an explanation for my behavior.

The next day when I was talking to my sister on the phone she told me about how you didn't like the way I teased you. Honestly that wasn't a problem for me, I could apologize and not tease you like I do my siblings. Not everyone is used to that kind of sibling behavior and that's fine, That's the thing though, that wasn't enough for you or my sister. Apologizing and promising to not tease you anymore wasn't enough for you two and frankly I still don't know what you wanted. What I do know is that I told my sister that I never told her all the things that you did that bothered me or made me uncomfortable. I wasn't planning on saying anything to begin with but she decided to push and push. I gave in and told her how I hated that you would look at porn in the living room with my entire family in the room too. How you would leave all of your sex toys out knowing that my fiancé and I would be coming over. How you would make jokes that made me uncomfortable. How most importantly you would say things to my sister in front of me that made it sound like you felt like you chose the wrong sibling. I never mentioned about how on the day I proposed to my partner you and my sister wouldn't stop bickering. How when I noticed you seemed down at dinner I gently rubbed your back like I do for any of my friends to comfort you. Then you stopped what you were doing, looked up at my sister and told her "to take note, you like that." in an aggravated tone. Later when I asked my sister why you two had been so tense, come to find out it was because she hadn't had sex with you in a hot minute. Which honestly pissed me off. You had dragged her with you to house sit for your uncle where that was mean dog and you had forgot to bring her inhaler, the one thing she asked you to bring her. Did I ever mention any of this before? No. I never planned to because really it didn't matter to me too much, I wasn't the one marrying you.

Honestly looking back you were never that kind to any of my sisters siblings, no matter how much we tried. You never talked to our litter brother and you just made crude comments towards me. I also haven't forgot about how I drove you and my sister all over the next county over to get her to an urgent care/emergency room when she hurt her foot. You rode in the back seat and no matter how careful I drove you kept getting car sick and wouldn't tell me when I needed to pull over so you could throw up. No, instead you vomited on the side of my car and then very pathetically rinsed off some of it with a water hose.

Honestly thats all I can manage to type right now and my baby kitty wants my attention. I'm going to leave you with this. You are a piece of shit and no matter how much I hate my sister, you'll never deserve her. I hate you. Cunt.

-Your in-law.

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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Hey. Can I get headcanons of Angel Dust and Alastor seperstly with reader who is getting hounded by paparazzi for dating a famour porn star/overlord.

Your work is graet!

Paparazzi are the worst! I'd hate to be watched 24/7 and not be given a break.

Headcanons for Paparazzi following Reader

Love interests: Alastor, Angel

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ blood, murder, cussing ⚠

Angel Dust🕸

Being with Angel is a blast!

Yeah, there was ups and downs but you both worked everything out.

The only problem was paparazzi.

Everyone wanted to know your fucking life after some ass spotted you with Angel.

Social media went wild and don't get started with the Three V's

Valentino was yelling at Angel over the phone, which you took and said, quote: "Fuck off, this won't be a problem with his work. Have a terrible day, you over grown mothman bitch wannabe."

"Babe, you alright? I know how shitty this is.", your spider boy asks, cuddling you close.

"Nothing I can't handle Fluff-ti, promise."

Some dates are interrupted but you both have fun killing a few before running off to do something else.

The damn photographers chased you around everywhere. You started to carry a few more guns than usual and a baseball bat.

Tv? You told Katie Killjoy to go eat giraffe shit.

You did do one interview because the demon who asked was nice and you held a gun to their head the entire time and watched them submit the draft to their boss.

The boss wanted to add extra stupid crap, so you pulled back the hammer. "Give me their number."

You proceeded to cuss them out and threatened to shit in their office, kill whoever they were in love with, and set the publishing building on fire with them in it.

After killing a bunch of paparazzi, and a few reporters, they left you alone.

There is the occasional idiot and you gotta deal with them to remind demons to fuck off.

Alastor🎙

Being with Alastor is a dream

Of course there were little fibs but nothing to worry too much about.

However, there was an outside problem. Paparazzi.

And Mimzy but you could easily get rid of her anytime you wanted. (But sadly she's your love's friend and you both have to play nice. For now.)

Anytime you stepped out the cameras would go off and a few reporters would shout out for your answers, they stalked you for a good few months.

Alastor only noticed after seeing some camera flashes when you both went on a walk in the park.

"Darling, why have you held this from me?", he asks, cupping your cheeks with his hands.

The photographer laying in a pool of their own blood.

"I thought they'd get bored and leave me alone after a while. I'll take care of it.", you reassure. "I'll let you know if anything else happens. Promise."

Somehow you lasted for another week, but one of the annoying demons asked you to flash them.

You arrived to your date with Alastor late that day covered in blood.

"I'm sorry for arriving late deer but there was an annoying little bug that I had to deal with."

You both get tired of the constant stalking and have a massacre, dancing on the bodies with music coming from a nearby bar.

For some reason more show up after that and you have to get out your blades. Very nice blades, gifted by Alastor.

You feel like Mimzy is one of the reasons why they find you so quickly but you make sure to do something to her later.

After killing so many, they stopped. Especially after you made a trip to the publishing building and tv studio, having a nice chat with the person in charge.

Vox is also annoying but you let Alastor have fun with him.

Extra!

This was fun!

For real tho, paparazzi need to chill.

~Seline, the person.

ML for Alastor🎙

ML for Angel Dust🕸

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qsphyxias · 3 years

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If requests are open. Could you just for some nagito x reader fluff? Just like playing video games and cuddling stuff would be very nice.

synopsis ; nagito recalls a distant gaming memory and talks about it with you as you both (kind of) play super smash bros in your bed

warnings ; don't interact if you read yaoi/fetishize nblm relationships, gender-neutral reader, feet holding, messy, if you don't know the nintendo mario franchise(super smash bros) search it up before you read or you will be very confused, a little ooc but only a little i promise

note ; sorry for the wait, school caught up with me, and sorry it's not exactly playing video games, it's more like a scenario type of thing? idk

words ; 0.9k +

⊱ ────── {⋅.𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴.⋅} ────── ⊰

“okay, wait- no, you go here and-” you slung his arm around your shoulder, attempting to naturally relax your head on the crook of his shoulder. a couple grunts and cusses could be heard from you as you tried your best to untangle the blankets that were cutting off the circulation in your leg. "ow, ow, ow-"

this time, nagito had a go at trying to untangle the blanket; having better luck than you, he got it out in one pull, deeming finally successful as you let out a muted yet victorious “yahoo!”

absentmindedly rubbing your cold foot against nagito's legs underneath the loose and wrinkled covers, you laughed as you watched him wince. "s/o, your feet feel like iceblocks." nagito somewhat pouted, before realization hit him.

"but i don't mind." a smile spread to his face like a disease, he had this expression that looked like he had just thought of something extremely clever.

making the worst romantic gesture in the history of romance, he decided it'd be cute to entangle his toes with yours. "i'll be closer to hope after all."

not like this, dude. not like this.

"n- nagito..." you nearly pleaded.

stars traced his face when he smiled as if nothing was wrong, even though he had practically committed a felony... of boundaries. "yes, my hope?"

"... n- nothing, let's just play." you stammered, 'it's okay, it was cute.' you said to yourself.

after a moment of composure, you gave nagito a controller and yourself the 'player one' controller, so you could choose the menu and etcetera just in case nagito didn't know how it worked. "have you played before?" you asked with half your attention on him, snuggling back into him as you faced towards the large screen, already selecting your character.

"i have. a couple rounds, actually; with chiaki. we ended up tying." he smiled fondly at the memory, thumbs fiddling with the familiar controls as he recalled the day they tied to an unbelievably clutch match.

"wow, really?" you mumbled, slightly perplexed. "i would assume she would win, but i guess your luck kind of evens it out, huh?" you relaxed your neck against his shoulder, glancing at him.

"well... sort of." nagito tilted his head as he thought of how he'd explain, "at the start, she had actually been the one winning with astonishing numbers... seriously astounding. i got to see hope firsthand... anyway- but then i'd keep getting all the good power-ups, especially this one shinier one — i apologize, my hope, i'm not exactly familiar with the game — and before i'd know it, my thumb would slip and i would end up accidentally winning." the soft clicking of the buttons stopped as he finally chose his character at the end of his sentence. it was luigi. not mario, luigi. just because he thought he was too shitty to be a primary character.

"chiaki insisted on doing best out of 5, but i kept miraculously beating her with the powerups, and yet also getting launched off the cliff by my own thumbs, so i doubt it was very fun for her."

you had stopped fiddling with your controller too, because now you were really invested in the battles of nagito and chiaki and how their ultimate evened out.

"i had half a mind to make her win for hope, but chiaki would catch on every time." you chuckled, "well, that's chiaki. she was always pretty observant, huh?"

he smiled back at you, wrapping his arms around your waist instead of awkwardly hovering his hands above your head like he was doing earlier. "well anyway, i'm sorry for boring you with the details of my catastrophic luck. are you ready to play?" his hands rested comfortably at your lap.

"yup. let's hope i'm good enough to at least tie with you."

"i'm certain you'll win, s/o. you're my greatest hope after all." nagito glanced underneath his chin and at your face; revealing to you, his expression that you just knew, was one of slight mischief.

"i know that look... well then, fine! in the name of hope, i forbid you from letting me win." you craned your neck up, sticking your tongue up at him challengingly.

you saw through him in 0.5 seconds. what a record!

normally, people would feel a bit defeated, but all he thought of was how hopefully amazing that was.

"okay, okay. i promise i'll do my best." he yielded.

as soon as you caught his thumb hovering over the button to press continue, you quickly stopped him before he could start the count-down of the game.

"oh, wait! i almost forgot!" you yelped, turning around quickly in his lap.

"what is it?" nagito spoke softly, looking a bit worried.

you slowly looked up at him, acting as if you had to muster all your courage to do so. "could i get my good luck kiss? pretty please?"

nagito blinked once at you.

then twice.

"s/o... this could also mean a really bad luck kiss, you do realize that?" nagito warned, tone half-serious as to not ruin the already playful mood you had tried so hard to set.

"of course i do, but i'm still willing to! it's worth it."

you continued, this time, with your eyes glued to his. "because, nagito, you're worth it to me." you knew how important it was to assure him, because, although you couldn't read every single thought in his mind, you just knew he was putting himself down. he always had that same kicked-puppy look when he did.

he truly hoped you meant it, because even if you didn't, it'd be too late to take it back. his heart had already absorbed the memory of you saying that, and the giddy feeling he had gotten in return for it felt like 10,000 feeling punches.

“then i hope you don't mind me reciprocating the feeling.” he beamed back at you, leaning in for a soft, gentle kiss he hoped you enjoyed as much as he did.

and for a minute, time stopped.

⊱───── ❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴! ❞ ─────⊰

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stealanity · 3 years

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[ lee hyunjae ] ꕤ stay

genre : angst warning : cheating, hyunjae is an asshole word count : 1.2k >

i do the same thing i told you that i never would

when her lips were on his skin, all hyunjae could think about was you. when her fingernails scratched his back, he thought of you. when she told him that she loved him, he only saw you. you were all over his head when he was fucking another girl, while you waited quietly for him at home, knowing full well what he was doing. hyunjae remembers the first days of your relationship perfectly : your eyes sparkling with happiness every time he looked at you even just a few seconds, your bright and sincere smile when he promised to never betray you, to never cheat on you, to never hurt you. he remembers that delicate way you had to drown yourself in his lies, to hang on to his kisses like a desperate soul, like you have nothing to lose. you were like the color white, so pure and innocent, flawless, making him want to dye your perfect palette with gray. he didn't think about your feelings, even less when he was dancing close-knit with another girl in a nightclub, right in front of your eyes. hyunjae didn't care when your friends told you to let him down, telling you that he was nothing but a beautiful asshole, because he knew he had you between his pianist fingers, playing with you like mozart playing with musical notes.

i told you i'd change, even when i knew i never could

once, twice, three times in a row, hyunjae was taking a new girl to a different hotel room, making all her fantasies come true, letting her scream his name, ricocheting against the walls as thin as paper, with the sole aim of making the women of the adjacent rooms dream of him. four times, five times, six times in a row, you greeted him as if you ignored all that, like nothing ever happened, as if the lipstick marks on his shirt were just hallucinations. you never said anything about his late returns, and even when he apologized for sleeping with another girl, you just stroked his hair, arming yourself with your beaming smile even in the darkest of nights, telling him that you forgive him and not to do it again. seven times, eight times, nine times in a row, hyunjae promised you not to touch a single other woman, making sure to you that being a cheater was over for him. that he loved and wanted only you, that all these girls were just mistakes, stones placed in his path to deviate him from his initial path. who was you from the start. ten times, eleven times, twelve times in a row, you fell into his trap again, engulfing yourself in his beautiful words, his delicate touch and his chocolate eyes. you naively imagined that his nocturnal escapades were only some hanging out with friends, as he busied himself cracking the slats of your best friend's bed.

i know that i can't find nobody as good as you

he didn't know how you put up with his shitty behavior, drying his tears in warm kisses whenever guilt gnawed at him. hyunjae didn't understand how you could let him play with you and your feelings, as if you were his perfect obedient puppet. he no longer counted the times he ran to your shared apartment, his neck immaculate with hickeys and his back covered with scratches. he didn't know how you could stand the scent of other women on his clothes, imagining their hands crawling over his body while you stayed home waiting for him. again and again. and despite knowing that many others climbed to the stars thanks to him, you stayed there, your hand always fitting perfectly in his. when the guilt of leaving you aside — to do his personal business behind your back — got the better of him, throwing himself at your feet in a sorry state, fake tears flowing from his eyes, and bogus excuses all made up, you always picked him up. with your warm smile and your kind eyes, your strong hand and your reassuring words, telling him it was nothing, that you could fix it all, because your relationship was stronger than anything. you were so naive that you pity him, and he loved that side of you as much as he hated it. why did you let him treat you like that? why don't you get mad and hit him like others would? he knew full well that he would never find someone as patient and manipulable as you, because you were so desperate to have his love, that you persuaded yourself that his « i love you » were real.

i need you to stay

he felt a huge heartbreak that day, when he came home one morning after a funny night, finding a mysterious note on the kitchen counter. he didn't expect to find your handwriting engraved on it, salt droplet stained ink. it seemed like you had enough of playing, that you were tired of suffering because of his infidelities without saying anything. he couldn't blame you, but he wondered how you could have lasted so long with him. you endured everything : his infidelities, his harsh words, his absences, his rejections. despite all that, you stayed close to him, like a dog stays close to his master. hyunjae was just playing with your naivety, so why did he suddenly seem lost and disoriented? why did his eyes sting? why were his hands shaking? why did he feel like he was being stabbed in the heart? what did you do to him? he had never felt that, and yet he had known many conquests. he felt bad to read your sorry, noted here and there, on the rough white paper. he felt bad to read that you couldn't stand his behavior anymore. exploring your words, your emotions and how you felt through this sheet of paper, hyunjae recognized the trembling hands, the heart like a crystal glass crashing on the ground, and the salty pearls escaping from the eyes, surging down the cheeks like an avalanche of emotion too hard to hold. his state was similar to yours : completely broken. he wanted to run after you, but he didn't know in which direction to look for you, he didn't know where to find you because he didn't know your favorite places. he didn't know anything about you, because all he cared about was your purity. he felt like a sudden cold envelop him, like he's just wearing a t-shirt in the middle of the north pole. hyunjae felt a lack consuming him little by little, the lack of your hand in his, your kisses on his skin, your body heat engulfing his. feeling his legs grow weak and having trouble breathing, he collapsed on his knees with a crash, tears streaming down his perfect face.

for the first time in his life, hyunjae felt empty. he had lost the one thing he thought he could count on, and it was all his fault. he thought he was learning what it was to love with you, when he only made you hate him. he needed you to stay near him, while you just needed him. you made him believe in love, when he made you hate this feeling.

and now he was completely alone.

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the-daily-multi-fandom-post · 2 years

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Hi may I please have a match-up for the walking dead and the hunger games? It was honestly hard to choose because there were so many good fandoms lol but tysm doing this! I'm excited to see who you'll match me with!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms and waves because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain and salt water, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

Thanks for requesting! I’m a Leo too! And I like your taste of music! I’m from the south too so I know what it’s like to not have an accent and then it comes out all the time!

*sorry for taking such a long time to post this. Sorry it’s shitty. *

For the walking dead I think you would do good with

Rick

You too would be so cute together!!

Rick would be really attracted to you because of your unique sense of style and personality.

He would like that you are so unique and perfectly stand out from the group.

He loves that you have long hair and would 100% play with you hair if you allow him to

When you have anxiety He already knows and helps you through it

Knowing what it’s like to go through anxiety himself he’ll always try to help the best he can

He loves your independence but is always close by if you ever need anything

He loves the sarcasm and your “I don’t give a fuck” attitude as long as it’s not being careless when it’s important to be on guard and ready for anything dangerous

He loves that you let him comfort you

He’ll hum songs that reminds him of you whenever you are stressed out or anxious

If you’re going through something he’ll give you space until he sees you doing something that self destructive

He knows what it’s like to not be able to show true emotions

Even when you try to hide your emotions he can read you like a book.

He’s always there if you need to talk

He will kill the spiders and any creepy crawlies.

At first he doesn’t know what you’re freaking out about, then he noticed the small granddaddy long leg and laughed. He laughed because a bad ass bitch can kill fucking zombies, but is scared of a spider. (No offense)

When y’all are laying down together he loves to try to count all your freckles. You laughed at him the first time he does it.

If you’re insecure about you’re freckles he’ll tell you he loves them and he’ll kiss each freckle as he says I love you and sweet nothings over and over again.

You climb trees when you get mad and want to have some time to yourself. He knows this so he’ll go to the tree you always go to and talk to you until you come down.

Eventually, when you come down the two of you will walk back to Alexandria and have a cute little date and just spend time together.

It’s a beautiful relationship #goals

For the hunger games

I think you would do good with

He 100% loves how short you are compared to him.

He would love to hold onto you while y'all slept.

Would kill all the spiders in the world for you.

Because of his sisters he would know how to braid and would love to braid your long hair.

If you were picked in the reaping he would volunteer for you. He couldn't imagine you getting hurt or hurting other people.

Would take you night swimming in the lake right outside the district.

Loves you in all the right ways.

He loves your freckles and would play connect the dots with them in his mind.

he would protect you whenever you needed it

loves your sarcasm

And just over all loves you for who you are.

#the walking dead #the walking dead rick grimes #daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead x reader #the hunger games #gale hawthorne #the hunger games x reader #Gale Hawthorne x reader #Asks #q&a #Asks are open #I’m finally back #x reader #imagines #twd imagines #twd fanfiction #the hunger games fanfics

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mintugiyuu · 3 years

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> here’s the final part of your request @kyojoroo ! I’m so sorry it’s in two different parts, but I learned for the first time that these text boxes have a limit lmao, again I hope you enjoy and have a great day/night! <3

༄ we have to stop meeting like this - continued

sfw one-shot

➥ pairing || rengoku kyojurou x reader

➥ au || modern day; college

➥ warnings || cheesy, tooth-rotting fluff with extra cheese

➥ synopsis || the reader keeps bumping into the one and only rengoku kyojurou; only instead of just casually seeing him over and over again, they quite literally bump into him in the most inconvenient ways possible. (cont.)

➥ part one || click here!

༄ the mediterranean sea collection - masterlist

Today had to be one of the worst days in your life. Freezing, drenched, and newly homeless, you tucked yourself onto the bus stop bench. Lucky you, this one didn't even have an awning to protect you from the elements.

The rain had no pity for your predicament as it pelted your body, the light clothing doing close to nothing for you. Summer had just come, yet the night rainfall seemed to have brought an unexpected chill.

Not to mention the suitcase and duffle bag you had with you were now also getting soaked.

You could only hope nothing was too waterlogged.

Your hand did little to protect your dying phone from getting wet as you tried to search for the nearest place to stay. Motel, hotel, air B'N'B; anything in range to get you off the streets for the night.

You had a feeling this would happen, and boy were kicking yourself for not seeing the red flags and preparing sooner.

Not having enough savings for a dorm, you had signed a contract with the residents of an apartment to rent out one of the rooms for cheap.

The agreement only lasted for two semesters, but they had promised that you'd be able to renew it once summer rolled around.

"Promise my ass." You grumbled, remembering how the original owner had gotten a partner. In return, they refused to let you sign another contract so they would have space for the "love of their life".

You saw the signs; you saw how their stuff slowly moved into the apartment and all the time they were spending there.

You just didn't think they'd be shitty enough people to kick you out the moment your contract ended.

A gust of icy wind rolled through, causing another shudder to rack your body. The closest place wasn't in walking distance, and it was far to late for the buses to be running. Sighing, you shut off your phone and closed your eyes.

You had resigned yourself to walk the several blocks to the nearest 24/7 fast food place to at least get out of the rain.

That was until the rain fall suddenly stopped beating down on you. The rain couldn't have stopped though, you could still hear it. You blinked your eyes open and looked up, surprised to what - or more accurately, who - you saw.

"...Kyojurou?"

Standing there in all his warmth and glory, Kyojurou looked down at you with concern, holding a bright red umbrella over your soaked form.

He couldn't seem to help the small smile that graced his lips at the sound of his first name.

"I'd be happier that you finally used my name if you didn't look so sad and drenched."

A humorless snort escaped your lips as you hugged yourself, shivering slightly. "Timing always has my side doesn't it? I'm just about to head to the closest food place to get out of the rain, so don't worry about it."

"Why?"

"I got kicked out," you shrugged, looking to the ground.

"This late at night?"

"It surprised me too. They found a new roommate and wouldn't let me renew my contract for the next school year, and it just so happens it ended tonight." There was a hint of bitterness in your tone, one that was completely understandable.

Kyojurou's brows furrowed. "They didn't give you a heads up? A two week notice?"

"I'm just lucky they let me pack all of my stuff before I had to leave." You continued to look down at the ground, not seeing the way Kyojurou's face contorted ever so slightly.

He didn't get mad often, but whoever your old roommates are were now on his shit list

"Well that's a shitty thing to do," he stated bluntly, causing you to sputter and blink dumbly at him.

It's been almost a year since you've met the blonde, and in all that time you never once heard him say a single bad word.

"Did you just curse??"

He pretended not to hear, pulling out his own phone to see the time as you mulled over the fact that this sweet ray of sunshine just called someone shitty.

Expression neutralizing as he schemed, he turned back to you. "You don't have to stay in a fast food place for the night."

"Huh?? Are you suggesting I sleep in a box?"

The man smiled, resting a reassuring hand on top of your shoulder, frustration forgotten for now. "You can stay with me!"

"What now?"

Chuckling, he passed the umbrella off to you to hold, beginning to slip his arms out of the jacket he wore. "You can stay with me for the time being until you get back on your feet! Well, us. If you wanted to of course! Sanemi just moved out, so we're looking for a new one regardless."

Baffled at the sudden offer, you started to shake your head, forming the words to decline him. It was too big of a favor, how could you accept that?

He was one step ahead of you, as he always is.

"Before you say anything, no, it would not be any trouble, you're a joy to have around! We can settle the nitty gritty later, let's just get you out of the cold."

"Wait, Kyojurou," you were silenced by a heavy warmth that suddenly engulfed your upper body, including your sight. Moving the fabric from your eyes, you realized it was his jacket.

His once dry clothes was slowly becoming just as soaked as you were as he took back the umbrella, insistently keeping it solely above you.

The gentle way he smiled in combination with the light post that shined behind his head had you convinced he was your guardian angel in disguise.

You hesitantly pulled the jacket closer to your body, not being able to deny how relieving the warmth felt. "But, won't you be cold?"

"My insides are practically pocket heaters, it takes a lot for me to be cold. A little wind and rain won't do anything to me, I promise! Now come on, before you get sick," he insisted as he grabbed your bag, throwing them over his shoulder.

"Little" was an understatement, but you didn't have the energy to argue. It was the middle of the night and you could feel your eyes starting to droop.

Grabbing your luggage to role behind, you let the other wrap his free arm around your form, hand resting on your arm. "Thank you, truly I don't know where to start showing how grateful I am. I owe you big time."

"Never refer to me as Rengoku-san again and I'll call it even!"

A wobbly smile tugged at your lips as you leaned into his side, letting him guide you down the route to his apartment. "You have a deal then, Kyojurou."

The weather broadcasters warned everyone about heavy snowfall, but you couldn’t help but think they could’ve prepared everyone a bit more as you stared out your window and could only see the shadow of snow.

Thank the gods above it was winter break or they’d have to cancel classes, which would just be tuition money flushed down the shitter.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock at the door of the bedroom you were in, which was odd because the door was open.

Low and behold, it was your sweetheart of a boyfriend, holding two mugs and using his foot to knock. “I brought hot coco!”

"You don't have to knock, this is your room you dork."

"Our room technically, my dear." He responded smoothly, shutting the door with his foot behind him as he made his way to you.

"Careful not to spill it," he winked, laughing slightly as he handed you your mug.

"Just for that I should," you scoffed playfully, sticking your tongue out at him as you took the drink. The smile on his face was nothing but adoring, finding you to be adorable. You had to look away to dismiss the butterflies that swarmed in your tummy. “Looks like we’re snowed in for a bit. The snow is above the windows.”

Kyojurou hummed in agreement. “I still don’t understand how tiny snowflakes can become so damaging so fast!”

“You’re funny,” you chuckled, taking a sip of the hot beverage. Kyojurou always made the best hot chocolate.

“... UME! I’m glad I can be amusing!” You couldn't hold down the snort at the realization that he wasn't joking, swallowing and shaking your head. You granted him mercy and switched the subject.

“What are the others up to?”

Kyojurou leaned against the sill next to you, shoulder bumping yours affectionately. “Tengen is in the living room playing video games with his girlfriends, Mitsuri is watching a movie in her room and Obanai is watching with her. I think she's also painting his nails from the conversation I overheard while passing by."

“I see.”

The both of you were leaning against the window sill, basking in the comfortable silence. It wasn't common in an apartment full of unique roommates.

Even now you both could hear the loud victory cheer of Suma as Tengen groaned in defeat.

Taking another sip of your drink, you hummed, lifting your head to face Kyojurou. You were going to say something, but that was forgotten as you covered your mouth with your fingers as to not laugh suddenly.

"Hm? Is something wrong?" Your poor oblivious lover had a whipped cream mustache. He tilted his head at you - not unlike an owl - seemingly confused to your sudden shift in expression. You swallowed your laughter down as you placed your drink onto the sill, stepping closer to the blonde.

"No, nothing's wrong. You just have a little something rigghtt..." you reached out to grip his chin gently, swiping your thumb across his top lip to collect the whipped cream. "-there, all gone!"

A pretty, bright red color spread across Kyojurou’s face, wide eyes blinking owlishly at you with his mouth slightly agape. Laughing quietly at his reaction, you licked the cream off your thumb, patting the side of his cheek teasingly.

"You'll catch flies, hun." A click of teeth could be heard as he closed his mouth.

"RIGHT!" He stopped himself to clear his throat, turning to face the window as his usual smile reappeared, though a bit wobbly. "Thank you!"

All you did was hum, a slight mischievous smirk settling onto your face. You were set to happily go back to your drink when you shivered, the chill of the room finally reaching you through your clothes.

Kyojurou caught it from the corner of his eye, turning back to you. “Are you cold?”

You waved him off, shaking your head. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, you'll just get another sweatshirt.

“I’ll be ok. The hot coco will warm me up in- WOAH!” That plan was thrown out the window when he suddenly scooped you up into his broad arms, smiling determinedly.

"You're not allowed to just continue on being cold, not if I can help it!" The firey man plopped you down onto your shared bed, quickly gathering the collection of fluffy blankets you have accumulated over time.

In the blink of an eye, you were neatly swaddled in said blankets and being held gently to your boyfriend's warm chest. He settled underneath the main blanket, wrapping his strong arms around your body.

“Is that better?” He beamed at you, looking oh so proud of himself.

What did you do to deserve him?

"Much," you all but groaned, snuggling your face into the warmth of his chest. It was like cuddling a big warm marshmallow. “I still can’t understand how you’re so warm.”

“I’m a living-breathing heater, my dear. I’ve explained this before, I’m sure of it.”

You snorted, leaning into his hand as he began to run his fingers through your hair. “I’m not complaining, you’re good to keep around for whenever my hands freeze.”

“I wouldn’t mind one bit," his voice came out softly, planting a warm kiss to onto your forehead. This in turn caused you to melt even further into him, burying your face into his shirt.

Kyojurou laughed with amusement as he turned on the television, looking for something for the two of you to watch for the rest of the evening. You eventually peaked your head out to look at him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Hey, Kyojurou?”

“Yes?”

All of his attention was on you. Even in these small moments he looks at you as though you're the most precious human being in the world. And to him, you were.

You hummed, placing a kiss onto his chin. “I’m happy I spilled my drink all over you.”

The small peck had similar effects from the whipped cream incident earlier, though he seemed to snap out of it quicker this time. He smiled brighter, cupping your cheek with his large, warm hand.

“That's an odd way of saying I love you."

This made you pause, the 'L-word' not being used between the two of you yet. “Wait, what?"

He gave you no time to question further as he placed a kiss onto your lips in return, his other hand finding the small of your back to pull you closer.

The initial shock of being kissed faded quickly, your arms finding their way around his neck as you pulled yourself closer. The kiss was short and sweet, yet the passion that Kyojurou lived by was always present.

The kiss came to a pause with you laying on top of his chest, remote forgotten and blankets wrapped around you as you steadied your breathing.

Kyojurou's eyes crinkled slightly with his smile, brushing the back of his hand across your cheek.

"I love you too."

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interpersonalchemistry · 3 years

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Transitive 2/?

Part 1 can be read here

"You just got out of a really bad situation, and..." she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. "You know what? This time, I'll just cut to the chase. I'd prefer if you didn't try to fuck our roommate and my employee."

“I’m not gonna-” Mitch sputtered, then rubbed at his chest and spat back, “Fuck you! Why would you say that? Why the fuck would you say that?!”

The argument from last September looped in Jodie’s head over and over. Her fingers twisted the duvet, and every time the ‘Fuck you!’ part replayed, she nearly ripped the fabric from how hard she had grasped it.

Mitch had promised that he wouldn’t go for it, and surprise surprise, he’d broken that because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. Besides, wasn’t Avi already involved with someone? For a decade? What the fuck was going on?

An absurd amount of mental calculations were run, because if there was one sole thing that Jodie excelled at, it was thriving under high-stakes scenarios. Avi was a net positive for the school, and his character brought a lot of new eyes to Grindhouse, but they had also gotten by without him for the last few years. He was kind-hearted and selfless, but maybe that was surface level stuff. Maybe in reality he was actually manipulative and only projected good things.

Because Mitch was generally attracted to people that he wasn’t compatible with or treated him like garbage, and as far as appearances went, Avi didn’t fit that mold. So what was wrong with him? What hadn’t she seen? She was usually good at sniffing this kind of stuff out, and somehow this went right under her radar.

Even if Avi wasn’t a shitbag -which she couldn’t stomach the idea of him being, they were friends- Mitch was, well, Mitch. He was self-sabotaging to a fault. He was lovable, but prickly, like a dog that wore a spiked collar or a hedgehog wandering through a minefield. Everyone was kept at a distance, because for him that was the safest course of action, and it killed her to see it because he was so good.

Did Avi even know the deeper, scarier stuff? How much history was he familiar with? Was he aware of how prone to relapse Mitch was. Would Avi be willing to carry the burden associated with that, such as needing to have NARCAN on him at all times? Just in case?

Would she get a call at midnight from the bartender of some shitty dive bar an hour away, who would inform her that her friend had been abandoned in their bathroom strung out on god-knew-what? She realized that she hadn't thought about that night in a long time, and now it was all that she could think about.

It wasn’t fair. She’d just gotten Mitch back, and aside from the usual shit with Toby, spent the last few months not concerned about this. And now there was a very real chance that the cycle was renewed, and the end result would be the loss of yet another friend if Avi turned out to be either a monster or just inept to handle this. Avi wouldn’t be blamed if he failed, because Mitch was so much to try to untangle. But he was worth the effort, Jodie knew that. He deserved unconditional love, even if he himself didn't believe that.

She wiped her eyes, muttering “goddammit” despite being in the presence of Velvet Jesus. Was Mitch even going to say something? Or were they going to sneak around like teenagers until they inevitably got caught? Best friends, living under the same roof but keeping secrets. Great.

The sound of creaking from the ancient wooden staircase interrupted her impromptu grieving session, and the acoustics from the hallway caused their footsteps to echo. Her bedroom door was passed by, and she had to cover her mouth to keep from blurting out “no fuckin’ way!”. Was he just going to sleep in Avi’s room? How the hell was he going to explain that in the morning?

“So,” the footsteps stopped and Avi, despite whispering, could be heard clear as a bell from the amplification. “This is my stop.” God, he was a dork. “Can I maybe interest you in coming in?” She could practically see the eyebrow waggle.

“I…” Mitch was quieter; still audible, but his back probably facing the direction of Jodie’s room. “I really shouldn’t.”

“I know, I know. I’m kidding,” Avi sighed fondly, then added, “Sort of.”

“I’m sorry,” pleaded Mitch, his voice strained.

“No no. There’s no 'sorry'. It’s OK, I get it. Honest.” There was a pregnant pause, but the air was so dense that Jodie thought she might choke. “Well, bonne nuit." Mitch chuckled, and Avi continued with a panicked, "Am I saying that right?”

“Not at all,” Mitch teased. “But it’s the thought that counts.”

“Aw man, I looked it up right before we got up here and everything.”

“It’s alright, I appreciate it. Fais de beaux rêves.”

“Right back at you,” giggled Avi. Seconds later, Jodie’s door slowly opened and closed, and Mitch crept across the room as softly as he could. When he crawled into the bed, he lingered close to the edge and didn’t dare to distribute any of his bodyweight near the center of the mattress. Shame overtook Jodie as she was rocked with turbulence from 7 different kinds of emotions, ranging everywhere from anger to mourning to concern. The instinct to lob some kind of sarcastic remark was keen, and a venomous “why the fuck are you in here?” lingered on the tip of her tongue and was ready to strike.

But Avi's mangled "bonne nuit" stuck in her craw, and-

And she hadn't heard Mitch speak his native tongue to anyone in nearly a decade. He had worked tirelessly to bury his own identity, and yet in those still hours, in those stolen moments that she had inadvertently trespassed upon, he spoke freely and with a reverence that made her chest hurt.

So instead, she let the venom run down her throat and said nothing at all.

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halfofwhatisayismeaningless · 4 years

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A tale of two. Alex Turner. Eight.

Description (Part One.) Alex Turner x fem!Reader. (Y/N) (Y/LN) is a young and promising publicist in show business. Her work would cause the encounter with the person who would turn her life upside down: Alex Turner. But what happens when love seems to go counterflow? When everything seems inconvenient?

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A/N: I know it has been like two weeks. I'M SO SORRY. But I've been feeling realy unmotivated this past days. You can find the spanish version of this story on my wattpad profile. That’s it for now.

Do you wanna be tagged? You just have to ask!

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six. Part Seven.

Alex

He couldn't move. The events of the last years piled upon his head, they became, they mixed and separate. The space-time didn't divide on his head, it seems like it had folded on itself, was this the end of the world? the end of the planet? Did the apocalypse felt like that? He felt like it was.

The silence was deafening, with every minute that passed, the pain was more unbearable. He couldn't stop asking himself what should he do. Go out and look for her? Where was she? The sound of the wheels of her suitcase on their house entry still sounded on his head, non-stop.

"I couldn't live here, surrounded by ghosts," she had said.

He couldn't stop travelling the city on his head, going after the steps they had given that night together, the night of their first kiss. His hair was glowing that night, the skin under that shirt invited him to play. That small necklace with a circle, with that marching ring. He wanted to kiss every part of her body.

He watched her go to the dancefloor, taking Breana's hand. He sighed when he watched her smile. It seemed like she was the only thing on the dancefloor, everything orbited around her.

"Why don't you try, Alex? I really think she likes you, Breana dropped a hint before," Matt said.

"I don't know, I wouldn't like to ruin what we've now. Is better this than nothing."

"Alex, if you don't do it now, you'll regret it tomorrow." Alex stared at him. "Look, I'm going to talk to the DJ, he's my friend. I'll ask him that when you approach her, he puts a slow song, it'll be easier." Alex didn't know what to do.

"Okey," he said, suddenly, he was certain he could do it.

When (Y/N) turned around when she felt his touch on her hips, he knew everything was going to be fine. Those eyes, that smiled drunkenly, were a sign of love, even though none of them knew that yet.

After the already told events, once they were out of the club, Alex and (Y/N) were still holding hands. They looked at each other, Alex couldn't helo it, he approached her, pulled the hair out of her face, and kissed her again.

"Do you want to take a cab? We shouldn't drive in this condition," (Y/N) said, holding Alex's hand.

"It is not bad weather, I could walk you home if you want." (Y/N) knew that her home was far away, but she wanted to spend that time with him, so she smiled and nodded.

They arrived at (Y/N)'s home holding hands, they hadn't said a word about what had happened in the club. They were acting like they always did.

"And what had happened to him?" (Y/N) asked, her eyes open wide.

"They found him in a portable bathroom, at the other end of the festival." The girl laughed at the story. They walked the street up until her building. Once they were at the front door, (Y/N) dropped Alex's hand and looked for her keys in her bag. She approached him with the keys in her hand and touched Alex's chest.

"Would you like to come up for a while?" she asked, smiling near his lips.

"Don't you buy me dinner first at least?" (Y/N) laughed.

"Don't you think there are some things we should talk about?" Alex nodded, (Y/N) offered her hand, and together they crossed the threshold of the door. "Sorry for the mess, I didn't expect any visitors tonight."

(Y/N)'s apartment had a luminous living room, at least the days the sun shined, which were only a few in London. The living room was separated from a small kitchen by an isle. The apartment also had a big room with a king-sized bed and a small office, attached to a huge bathroom.

"If you think that this is messy I don't know what you'd think about my house," Alex answered.

"Would you like some tea? I'm still pretty drunk."

"I'd love some," Alex approached the shelving that decorated one of the walls of the living room, there were hundreds of books, records, movies, pictures, and a turntable. He looked at the vinyl collections. "These are the jazz records you told me your dad had given to you?" (Y/N) looked at him, holding a tray with two cups.

"Do you remember that?"

"I remember everything you tell me, (Y/N)" She put the tray on the coffee table. They sat down on the sofa.

"Alex, I'll be honest with you." He took her hand and nodded, encouraging her to continue talking. "I like you since the day we met, but the idea of being with you romantically terrorizes me."

"Why?" he whispered.

"Because you are Alex Turner, the world-famous singer, every girl you meet falls in love with you. Dating you would be like entering an eternal competition with myself. I'm even talking about dating when maybe you don't want anything serious. But I don't want to be with you if we are not having something serious, I want to trust you, to know that when I get home after a shitty day at work I will be able to call you, and you will listen as you care." Alex looked at her, laying his head on his fist, with his elbow on the arm of the couch.

"Can I talk?" he said when (Y/N) had stopped talking, she nodded. "(Y/N), I want something serious as well. It had been really long since someone excited me as much as you do. You are smart, funny, you know a lot of things, If I could, I would be listening to you talk all day long, I don't care what you were talking about. And you are beautiful." He put her hair behind her ear. "Please, believe me, I'm Alex Turner, but it doesn't matter, because you are (Y/N) (Y/LN), the only person I want to be with." (Y/N) stayed silenced. She couldn't believe what he was saying. "Can I kiss you?"

A simple nod from her was enough for Alex to put his mouth on hers. The kiss, which started soft and tender, became desperate, both tongues started a battle. (Y/N)'s hands went from the singer's hair to the buttons of his shirt. Alex started going down (Y/N)'s neck, kissing each part of the skin which wasn't covered, including the skin of her chest. He went back to her mouth, his shirt had disappeared, they were now lying on the couch, she was on him. It was only when he heard the sound of his belt opening when he got separated from the girl.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" she asked quickly. Alex laughed, touching her face, which had turned now red.

"Everything is fine, (Y/N). But I think it would be better if we take things slowly. I want to do everything right with you, let me take you out on a real date before we do this." (Y/N) smiled at how attentive Alex was.

"Okay, Alex. Whatever you feel is right." Alex stood up, putting on his shirt. "Would you like to stay here? We don't have to sleep together, I can sleep on the sofa."

"It's fine (Y/N), I'll walk home." She stood up as well and walked him to the door. She was the one who started the goodbye kiss. "I'm really happy right now."

"Likewise," she said, smiling. Alex opened the door. "Have a good night."

"You too, baby," he said, winking.

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lightsburnbrite · 2 years

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The Inevitable End: Part 3

Leon stopped by Serge's apartment after practice one evening to pick up some paperwork and ended up staying to talk. They both looked up as Marissa let herself in.

Stopping short, Marissa glared at Leon. "Uh, you have a lot of nerve being here."

"What?" He looked back at Marissa, genuinely puzzled. "What did I do?"

She scoffed as if he should have automatically known what she was talking about. "You were a complete jerk to Lilli. Honestly, how dare you?"

"How have I been a jerk?" He was getting defensive now. "Ok, I blew her off once, which was shitty of me, but it's not like I've treated her any different than she has treated me."

Marissa cocked an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Leon pinched the bridge of his nose before rubbing his eyes as if he was annoyed that it even needed to be said. "Your friend, Irina or whatever, she sent me a DM saying that Lilli has been trying to get her foot in with-"

"Ok, first, Lilli doesn't need your money or whatever else you what to think to boost your ego." She shot him a look that was just short of a glare. "Second, Irina is the one who wants some sort of internet fame and I think it's appalling that you'd take the word of a stranger over one of your close friend's partner."

Scratching his eyebrow, Leon shrugged. "I mean…I don't know."

"Well, it's not like that matters anymore." Marissa basically dismissed him. 'I'd be surprised if she'd still want anything to do with you."

"Maybe I should call her and clear things up." Leon was mostly thinking aloud but that didn't stop Marissa from responding.

"No," She shook her head emphatically. "No you will not, just leave her alone, ok?"

Leon gave a noncommittal nod but soon said his goodbyes and excused himself. He was supposed to meet some friends for dinner but cancelled when he couldn't shake a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. It didn't click in right away but he soon realized it was guilt over the way he had treated Lilli. Obviously he didn't want to exacerbate the situation but he at least wanted a chance to clear the air with her. He decided to give it a couple days before he got in touch, he'd apologize first and if all went well, then he would pursue an attempt at a relationship. Suddenly, what seemed like the perfect opportunity presented itself.

Lilli glanced down at her phone and rolled her eyes when she realized Leon was actually calling her. She swiped the bar at the bottom of the screen and sighed before she spoke. "So, when I said please don't text me anymore that didn't mean to call instead."

"I know, Lil. It's just…I was hoping you'd give me a second chance?"

She hesitated for a moment. "What do you want, Leon?"

"So I want to start by saying that if you can't, it's ok, but I had surgery and I was wondering if you'd be willing to take me home from the hospital and maybe hang out at my place for a bit?"

Lilli pressed her lips together and forced a smile. "So your idea of an olive branch is me taking care of you?"

"I was kind thinking that showing myself in a vulnerable position would be the olive branch." As soon as he spoke, Lilli knew the exact face he was making, down to the puppy eyes and slight pout. When Leon started again, his tone had shifted to a more serious tone. "I really fucked up by not taking what we had seriously and not treating you the way you deserve to be treated and if we're being honest, I genuinely miss you."

This time she sighed. "I don't know, Leon. I appreciate that you want to make things right but-"

"It's ok, I get it Lil. I just needed to let you know that I can't stop thinking about you."

Covering her eyes with her hand, Lilli shook her head. "Don't make me regret this."

She could almost hear his smile through the phone. "You won't, babe. I promise."

Once Lilli realized she'd be driving to Ismaning, she almost called him to say she'd changed her mind before rationalizing that 30 minutes or so wasn't that bad of a drive. After following the areas to the designated area for visitor parking, Lilli wandered up to the front desk.

"Hi." She waited for the attendant to acknowledge her, something which took longer than she'd have liked. "I'm looking for Leon Goretzka."

The attendant gave her a sardonic smirk. "You and about a dozen other girls." She straightened up and then went in to what seemed like a well rehearsed discourse. "We do not comment on whether or not someone is a patient at this hospital."

"It's just-" Lilli held up a finger and stoped herself. "Sorry, give me a minute, please."

Stepping away, she pulled out her phone and called him.

"Babe!"

Lilli cleared her throat. "First, not your babe. Second, I'm here but they won't let me up so…do with that what you want."

"Ok, Lilli." There was humor in his voice even though he had been chastised. "Would you be willing to wait a couple minutes while I send someone down?"

She let out a sigh as she tilted her head back, eyes toward the ceiling. "Yeah, I'll wait."

Within moments, a nurse appeared. "Lilli? Come with me."

Lilli glanced back at the attendant, resisting the urge to smile I told you so.

They walked silently down the corridor to an elevator and waited. The nurse broke the silence. "I'll be changing his bandage, It will be good for you to watch so you can help him at home."

Lilli decided not to correct the nurse, not feeling like explaining anything of their situation. As soon as she saw him laying in the hospital bed with his knee bandaged and propped up, she was hit with pangs of sympathy. She wanted to make him scoot over so she could just lie down and cuddle him.

Leon beamed a smile at her and gestured towards a nearby chair. "Thank you."

The nurse disappeared but soon returned with a cart containing a tray and a few different sealed packets. She tapped under Leon's knee, encouraging him to lift it slightly. "This needs to be kept clean and dry for 72 hours post surgery. After that you can shower as normal but do not submerge your knee for at least two weeks."

The nurse began removing the compression bandage followed by the layers of gauze. She pointed to the row of six white, paper like pieces covering the incision. "Leave the Steri Strips in place, they're there instead of stitches to keep the wound closed. Put the clean four by fours, these gauze squares, back over top and replace the bandage."

Leon watched the nurse, but he kept one eye on Lilli, who was also watching intently. Once the nurse had left, Leon turned back to Lilli. "Um, they said I could go home soon. I thought we could go back to my place and order some dinner, maybe watch a movie?"

"I think we can do that." Lilli's expression was unreadable but Leon could tell she was keeping her guard up.

Eventually, the nurse came back with an orderly who was pushing a wheelchair. "Alright, you've been cleared to go home. Hermann here will take you down to the lobby."

"Should I go bring my car to the loop?" Lilli spoke up now, her caretaker tendencies taking over.

Once Hermann parked the wheelchair and handed Leon his crutches, Lilli hovered right behind, opening the passenger side door and taking his crutches before closing it once he was settled. Leon put his address into the maps app on her phone and Lilli laughed to herself once she realized they lived relatively close to each other. He directed her to his guest parking spot and again, Lilli hopped out first, opening the door and handing him his crutches. She walked next to him, matching his pace, until he stopped at a door.

Leon unlocked the door and pushed it open. "So, this is home-ish."

"Ish?" Lilli took a few steps in and looked around. It was an obviously modern build with an almost entirely open floor plan and stark white walls. Her mind immediately went to work on what she would change before she cut off that train of thought.

Leon shrugged. "It's home in Munich but I still consider Bochum to be home. So, yeah. There's the sofa and tv and the kitchen. The bathrooms and bedrooms are down that hallway."

"It's nice." Lilli smiled, unable to think of something else to say.

He gave a little nod, an understanding that she still wasn't convinced she was making the right decision. "What kind of movies do you like?"

"Definitely nothing romantic." She scrunched her mouth into a frown. "And no blockbuster action movies either."

Leon laughed as moved to the sofa. "That's a start at least. Here, you choose."

Lilli joined him on the sofa, leaving a respectable distance between them, and started scrolling through the different streaming apps before landing on Paranormal Activity: Next of Kin.

Leon would glance over at Lilli periodically and smile at the look of confused skepticism.

"Well, that was…" Leon hesitated, trying to find the words he wanted to describe the movie they just watched.

"Go ahead and say it," Lilli laughed at herself. "It was awful. Sorry I chose it."

He shrugged. "I mean, it wasn't that bad. But you could always redeem yourself."

"How so?" She raised an eyebrow, allowing herself to be just a little flirtatious.

"We can order some food and then watch something else." Leon offered a hopeful smile as he shifted himself to a more comfortable position.

They ordered from Bombay Tandoori and hoped that A Quiet Place Part II would be a better film choice.

Lilli actually allowed herself to stretch out a bit as she yawned. "I think I might slip into a food coma. That's the best chicken tikka masala I've ever had."

"Yeah, you did good kid." Leon glanced back over to her and smiled. "D'you wanna stay tonight?"

As soon as he said it, he realized it was the wrong thing to say.

Lilli stood and folded her arms across her chest. "I still don't want to have sex with you."

"No, I know, you've been really clear about that." He shifted, tugging at the hem of his shirt. "That's not what I was implying."

She scoffed. "Right. So you'd like me to believe that there was no one else available to help you and that is the only reason you asked me here."

"Look, I'm not going to pretend that I'm not interested in having a relationship with you, but I didn't try to trick you into coming here." Leon held his eyes closed for a few seconds longer than a blink. "I wanted to be around you, not somebody else."

Lilli covered her face with her hands and shrugged before letting her hands fall to her sides.

Leon gave her a minute before he started again. "Can we give this a try?"

"Before I give you an answer," Lilli sat back down and let her knee rest against his uninjured one. "Do you understand why I'm upset?"

He gave a slight nod. "I was using you for sex. I mean, I didn't think it was worth my time to get to know you but I've realized that I was wrong about that and I want to fix it."

"Ok," She made sure that her body language wasn't coming off as defensive as she currently felt. "How do we do that?"

“Will you let me take you out on a date?” Leon bit his bottom lip and Lilli had to look away. “Like dinner and a movie? Or a club if that’s more your thing.”

Lilli put her eyes back on Leon. “Can I think about it?”

He initially hesitated which caused Lilli to raise an eyebrow. “I mean, yeah of course-”

“But?”

“No ‘but’, I was just…I would prefer it that…if you’ve already made up your mind-”

Lilli nodded. “I haven’t. If I knew that I didn’t want to, I would say so. I need you to understand that it’s going to take me a little while to fully trust you.”

This time he smiled. “That’s really helpful, Lil.”

Leon stood and gingerly made his way to the entryway. It was almost like a crossroads of sorts, go straight to the door and leave or turn right and stay in his guest room. He was also fully aware that if Lilli chose to leave he probably would not get another chance with her. “But in all seriousness, it’s late and you are welcome to stay in my spare bedroom.”

After a moment's pause, Lilli nodded. Leon got her settled in the guest room and gave her an old shirt of his to sleep in. After she pulled the shirt over her head, Lilli brought the neck of the shirt up to her face and breathed in the faint scent of his laundry detergent mingling with his cologne. Of course she'd offer to wash and return but she was secretly hoping he'd tell her to keep it. The bed was comfortable enough, but she found herself starring at the ceiling, her mind unwilling to shut itself off.

The softest of knocks rousing him from his sleep, Leon sat up slightly and grunted. "Hmm?"

In the dark, he could just make out the outline of Lilli in the doorway. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," Instinctively, Leon moved over so that there was room on the bed next to him. After he did it, he realized what it probably looked like to Lilli but much to his relief, she sat down.

"When you said that I'm not the type of girl you take home to meet your parents, it struck a nerve."

"Lilli," Leon propped himself up on his elbow.

"No," She turned towards him and rested her hand on his cheek. "It's ok, just let me finish. I haven't had that type of relationship. I've never stayed with anyone long enough to meet their parents and it made me start to think that maybe there's a reason for that. Maybe there is something wrong with me."

Leon sat up and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. Resting his head against hers, he inhaled deeply. "There's nothing wrong with you. I said that because I thought you were just interested in me because I'm…I need to be careful about who I let into my life and there was the thought in the back of my mind that you were only interested in me because of my public profile."

"That's the last thing that interests me about you." Lilli closed her eyes. Letting her head rest against his shoulder, she was already starting to feel the tension leave her body.

Moving himself over slightly, he leaned over and brought their bodies down to the mattress. Leon sighed, gently running his fingers along her side. "I regret not doing this."

"Doing what?" Lilli's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, and already heavy with sleep.

"Just staying with you after we had sex. I shouldn't have left." He kissed her forehead, draping his arm over her hip. "I'm sorry I didn't stay."

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