#i hate the way fics look posted under asks now so all the drabbles will be separate posts lol

[inklore]

Laur, happy sleepover! How about...

8. “you look so pretty right now”

With our boy, Frankie. ❤️

thank you for bringing out my inner slut with this <3

[strawhbrrries]

Inked

pairing: tattoo artist!frank castle x afab!reader

summary: frank castle was praised for his work constantly, leading you to get a thigh piece. which then leads you into a problem because your artist is so fucking attractive

warnings: cussing, masturbation (m and f), fingering, frank with no shirt, tattooed frank!!!, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofread 

word count: 2732 words

author’s note: this has been a looooong time coming so i'm excited to finally be able to share it with you guys!! i hope it does the drabble that started it some justice. dedicated to the sweet anon that requested it be turned into a full fic! please enjoy! mwah!

tags: @kloofspeaks

inspired by this drabble!

Your wallet was burning a hole in your pocket, a big gaping tattoo shaped hole. To match the tattoo shaped hole in your wallet was a perfect spot on your thigh just begging to be decorated, but your current artist was booked so far out and you needed it now. 

“Just go to this guy.” Your friend mentioned, giving you the contact information for one of the artists at the studio they frequented. His work was insane, you spent an entire week looking and relooking at all the pictures he posted before ever working up the courage to email him, he was faceless and you assumed he was some old man who’d been in the game a long time.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

“Can I help you?” A deep voice snapped you back to reality, you had gotten side tracked looking at all the art on the wall from all the artists in the studio. The guy you were seeing, Mr. Castle, had the best work though and you were glad your friend had mentioned him. 

You turned around and immediately wanted to hide, a very handsome man with a tall stature was the source of the voice. It made your panties wet and made you want to rub your thighs together to relieve the building tension, not that it would help but you sure could try. He was rugged, in a gorgeous way, his hair was fluffy and fell over his ears but his jaw was sharp and complimented the style. His face was serious, not that he was trying to be but it made you nervous. Made you want to confess every bad thing you’d ever done out of sheer anxiousness, to fill the silence as he waited for your answer. You hoped he wasn’t your artist just for your sake, and maybe for your underwear.

“Yeah, uhm. I have a consultation with Mr. Castle.” Your voice was much softer than his, you looked down to avoid eye contact with him. To avoid spilling your guts to some handsome stranger who was probably married because how could he not be? 

“That’d be me.” For the first time since you saw him a smile appeared on his face, it complimented him more than the stoic look he carried. The blush that arose was almost embarrassing, he thought it was cute. “Just Frank though.”

“Huh?” You stopped listening after he mentioned he was your artist, the blood pumping in your ears being the only sound you heard. Of course you would end up with the world's most attractive man as your artist and of course he was going to be touching all over your legs, this was a cruel dream. You’d practically broken a finger from how hard you were squeezing your hands.

“Just call me Frank, Mr. Castle is my dad and I hate the formality.” He chuckled, writing something on the clipboard he’d been holding. You hadn’t noticed anything below his neck and now you were actively, and very obviously, checking him out.

His arms were veiny and filled with tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his shirt and poked back out at the neck before disappearing down his back, it seemed he had one big connecting tattoo but you couldn’t exactly ask him to strip in public. You couldn’t see his legs or his chest but you assumed they were also covered in tattoos, you wanted nothing more to learn about them all. 

“You can just follow me this way, the consultation won’t take long.” He cleared his throat, clearing the awkward air that hung between you. 

He walked to a booth all the way in the back and to the left, pulled the curtain closed after you walked in. Motioning to the chair that sat in the middle of the space you sat down and placed your purse on your lap, mentally cursing yourself for being so fucking awkward. This wasn’t your first tattoo so what was your problem? He was and you knew it. 

“Did you get the email I sent? I know my description of the idea was bad so I can explain it better.” You rambled, watching him sit on the swivel chair next to you and pick up an ipad from the counter that sat in the back. 

“Yeah, let me show you what I drew up and we can go from there.” He looked at you through his hair as he leaned his elbows against his knees, pulling up the drawing. He turned around and the ipad and handed it to you, chuckling when your eyes lit up at the design.

“It’s like you read my mind, holy shit. This is exactly what I envisioned.” For the first time since you saw him your voice was confident and loud, your eyes bright and your mouth a bright smile. He slowly took the ipad back and let out a laugh, god he was attractive.

“It’s what I do. Do you like it, does it need any change? If so I can fix those right now and then I can print it out and we can play with sizes.” He watched your face, he could almost see the gears turning in your head as you processed his words.

“It’s perfect, no changes.” You nodded, smiling big.

He printed out a few sizes and tested each of them against your thigh, he pretended not to notice the blush that only darkened in shade every time he touched you. You appreciated it, trying your best to regulate your breathing and the pounding your heart was doing. You worried if you’d be able to control yourself when it came to the actual tattoo, he would be touching you nonstop for an unknown amount of time. He settled on the middle size, taking up a big chunk of the free space you had but not so much it looked awkwardly big and not too little so it looked too small.

You had trusted him and set the date for your actual tattoo, two weeks from the day you went in. You spent every day and every night for the next two weeks thinking about him. If you were making breakfast you thought about how he liked his bacon cooked, his coffee, or if he even ate it at all. If you were showering you thought about the products he used and if he used a loofah or a rag, if he had separate conditioner and shampoo. When you laid awake at night, hands stuffed in your panties wanting to cry his name, you thought if he was doing the same. Came to the image of his smile and fell asleep to the sound of his voice playing in your mind.

He’d seen thousands of clients, tattooed plenty of attractive women, but nobody had been so stuck in his head like you. After he walked you to the door he went back to his booth, closed the curtain and fucked his hand like a teenage boy. Washed his hands in the bathroom and went to greet his next client like he wasn’t thinking about bending you over the counter. Having you ride him in the tattoo chair. Making you be quiet so no one else heard you. Shit, he was hard again. He didn’t know if his self control was strong enough to avoid hitting on you and being unprofessional the next time you came in. 

The day finally came, you had counted down the days and the minutes until you could see him again. There was this incessant need to see him and try to figure out the mysteries that stood behind Frank Castle. You asked him what kind of coffee he preferred, black, and picked it up on your way to the studio. The nerves were hitting you, not only would you be getting a decent sized tattoo but it’d be done by the most attractive man you’d ever seen. The man you’d spent two weeks masturbating to, this was going to be fun.

“God, this is just what I need this morning.” He groaned, taking the paper cup of coffee out of your hand and taking a long sip. “Typically I try not to drink caffeine on days I’m actually tattooing, makes the hand shake sometimes. I was up late last night so this is a must.”

“And I’m using it to get rid of the shakes.” You joked, taking a sip of your coffee and following him back to the booth. 

You’d opted to wear a yellow sundress, not by choice as it was one of the only clean articles of clothing you had that left your thigh relatively exposed. It was a choice you were now regretting, in the days leading up to the appointment you apparently did everything but laundry. Frank was trying his hardest to ignore it, he was insanely glad he’d walked in front of you. Had he been behind you he’d for sure stared at your ass the entire walk to his booth. He can’t deny that he hadn’t when he made you enter the booth before him, it was a glorious sight. He adjusted his pants before he did anything else, this was going to be a grueling few hours.

He carefully placed the stencil on your thigh, being careful to move the dress up just enough that it wasn’t in the way but not too much so your pussy was on display. He wished it was. He wanted to eat you out like it was his last meal. But he refrained. He’d been on his best behavior so far and he was determined to stay that way, no matter how much he wanted to hike your dress up and pull your panties down to your ankles. Once he finally was satisfied with the stencil placement he asked for your opinion, as it was going on your body forever and not his. You had him adjust the angle once before deciding it was perfect, he had to ask three times before you admitted you didn’t like the original placement.

The tattoo took three hours, three long hours of his hands touching you in the most non-sexual way but yet turning you on ridiculously. You were sure that by the time he’d wrapped your tattoo there was a large stain on the fabric of your panties, a part of you wanted him to see it and know he caused it. The other part was embarrassed. They were fighting to see which part would take over.

“Can I see your tattoos?” You asked softly, an attempt to stay with him longer and avoid going home. You knew you could just book another appointment but what fun would waiting be? You could just stall for as long as you could.

“Oh? Yeah, sure.” His face was shocked, like nobody in the entire world had ever asked to see the intricate tattoo that was drawn across his body. You refused to believe it.

You watched intently as he removed his shirt, your eyes following the lines that were revealed by the lack of fabric. He watched silently as you raked your eyes over his skin, a small hint of a blush covered his cheeks. He’d never had someone so curious about his tattoos and want to see them, it was odd to be the one in the spotlight. 

“Can I touch them?” You looked up at him, moving a bit closer as you waited for his response.

“Yeah…” He breathed out, quiet and waiting for the feeling of your hand on his skin. His breath hitched in his throat the second he felt it, the warmth of your hand felt incredible on his skin. 

You trailed your fingers over every line, starting from the bottom of his left arm and down his chest. Goosebumps followed closely behind your fingers, the contact was something unusual to him. Welcomed, but unusual. He watched you the entire time you marveled at the ink, answering every question you had. He’d had people be interested in the ink before but never to the extent you were, he appreciated it and would think about it forever. He’d think about you forever. 

“Frank…” You whispered, looking up at him as you placed a hand on his chest. 

He looked down at you and groaned, the self control he had was no longer a thing. The pink staining your cheeks and the way your eyes were glazed over and he hadn’t even touched you made him want to do bad things. He wanted to corrupt you, bend you to his will for only him to have. His head dipped down, softly placing his lips against yours. A small whimper escaped your lips as he brought a hand to cup the side of your face, switching positions with you on the counter. Now he had you pressed against it and was able to do whatever he desired.

He nipped at your bottom lip, swiping his tongue across it to soothe any pain. He’d slipped his other hand under your dress at the same time, rubbing the skin just above your panties. You leaned your hip into his touch, bringing the hand that was on his chest to his hair. Using it to ground yourself just a bit, the fact that you were making out with the man you lusted after for two weeks was insane. It felt like a dream.

“Can I touch you?” He mumbled against your lips, playing with the band of your panties. 

You shook your head yes and helped him slide your panties down, stepping out of them and scooting them to the side to be discovered later. He slid his middle finger between your lips, gliding it up and down a minute as he continued kissing you.

“You’re so wet, who did this?” He mocked, circling your clit a few times.

“You did.” You whimpered, trying to grind down against his hand for just a bit more friction.

“That right? Been thinking about me this whole time? Wanted me to help fix your problem?” He slid his middle finger inside of you, curling it against that wonderful spongy spot.

You couldn’t muster up a response no matter how badly you wanted to, his singular finger felt better than any of your fingers had for two weeks. This was everything you wanted and more. He chuckled at you, flattered that him barely doing anything set you off like it had. 

He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as your juices coated his finger. Enjoying the moans he was pulling out of you, even if they were trying to entice him into adding another finger. He gave in, the pretty noises you were making he just couldn’t resist. He would do anything in this moment to please you, if you had this effect on him for everything he’d be screwed. He added another finger, kissing along your jawline as he did so. You could’ve seen stars right then and there, if this was how full you felt from just his fingers you could only imagine the fullness from his cock.

He curled his fingers rhythmically with the pumping, using his thumb to circle your clit as best he could. The knot in your stomach that had formed the day you stepped into the studio was bubbling, you could feel it twisting and tightening. Your orgasm was on the tip of your tongue and it felt explosive, three more pumps of his fingers and your vision went white. His name falling off your lips like a mantra, like it was the only name you knew and you didn’t care if the rest of the studio could hear. He was making you feel so fucking good, you could scream it from the rooftops. 

Nearing the end of your orgasm he slowed his fingers down, placing one last kiss to your lips before completely removing them. You whined at the loss, feeling so empty now that they were gone. He smiled softly at the whine, washing his hands in the sink next to the counter before bringing a towel over to help clean up any mess.

“Do you do this with all your clients?” You joked, fixing the sweaty hairs sticking to your forehead.

“No, only you. Step in here in a sundress again and we’ll see what happens.”

[joelmillers-whore]

The Only Thing I Did Right

summary: after a patrol gone wrong, joel races to get you back to jackson. while the doctor tries to save you, he wrestles with the guilt of letting you down.

pairing: joel miller x reader 

word count: 2.6K

series or one-shot

warnings: mature, language, joel x female!reader, no mention of Y/N, canon timeline (sort of), jackson era, post-outbreak, soft joel, hurt/comfort, minor descriptions of blood, joel thinking everything is his fault, tommy is there briefly, mentions of drinking and/or alcohol dependence, happy ending don’t worry, angst if you squint

A/N: i meant for this to be a short drabble because my creativity has been waning lately and i’m a little burned out to be honest, but i got carried away, but what else is new. anywho, enjoy this lil fic. let me know if ya’ll would like to see another part of this or maybe an interconnected one-shot series, i would be down. i really enjoyed writing this. also, i am still trying to power through this sickness i have suddenly, and i don’t think i’ll be able to post hard light chapter two this week.

I've Got Nothing Left To Hide

“Where’s it hurt?”, Joel asked, in a low, almost inaudible voice. He tried to keep his tone calm, trying to keep you calm, but his mind was flustered, and he was on edge, and he was pretty sure that you could see right through his charade. 

He swallowed thickly, past a lump that was stuck in his throat. His eyes darted all over you, tracking every movement, every laboured breath, and wince.

It had been decades since he had felt like this; the constricting of his chest, the shallow and unsure breaths that he was letting out, and the staggering way his heart clenched, a silent prayer on his lips, asking any God who would listen to spare you. 

It all felt so overwhelming and a little too familiar. Images of Sarah flashed through his mind, dredging up demons and emotions he had thought he had left in the past.

He had never been so afraid of losing someone he loved, not since Sarah, but here he was now, feeling like he was about to collapse at any minute, terrified of making the wrong move and losing you.

He swallowed again, harsher as he concentrated on his breathing. 

He hadn’t let his mind drift to thoughts of his daughter in a long time, his chest burning in that familiar way each time that he did, squeezing to the point of pain.

He let an idle hand drift to his chest, right above his heart, and gripped it, trying to will it subconsciously to slow down. But it was no use. 

There were very few things in the world that made Joel feel as if the ground was collapsing underneath him, and thinking of Sarah was definitely one of them.

Whenever he found himself thinking of her, thinking of how he couldn’t save her, the breath from his lungs evaporated, and guilt slammed into him with enough force to destabilize him.

But seeing you like this, the woman that he had promised Tommy that he would watch over and protect, writhe in pain as blood pooled under your shirt, that was another thing that he couldn’t bear to witness. 

You looked so helpless, lying in his arms, looking up at him with droopy lids, a faraway look in your eyes.

He cursed under his breath, knowing that you were injured because of him, because of his carelessness.

You were going to be another person he couldn’t protect and he didn’t know how much more of that he could take. 

“‘M fine”, you said, weakly, your breath coming out in stunted gasps. 

Joel shook his head, tempered anger coursing through his veins, “Don’t pull that brave shit with me”, he bit out, harsher than he intended. He gripped you tighter in his arms, holding onto you for dear life. “I know it hurts, so just tell me”. 

He watched as tears gathered at the corners of your eyes, you tried to blink them but the motion only made them fall, coating your cheeks.

Joel lifted a hand, wiping them away. He hated to see you cry, he couldn’t stand it, it broke his heart.

He left his thumb on the apple of your cheek, thinking that maybe the sensation would bring you some comfort, thinking that maybe it would bring him some comfort. 

“Am I going to die, Joel?”, you asked, a slight tremble in your voice. 

Joel shook his head, adamantly, “Not if I can help it”. 

You faded in and out of consciousness as Joel debated his next move, trying to figure out how he was going to get you back to Jackson.

He clutched the hem of your shirt, the material sticking to your stomach as he peeled it from you.

He visibly cringed as he eyed your wound, the punctured flesh dispelling crimson red at a rapid and borderline concerning rate. 

He couldn’t wait around any longer, couldn’t wait for the next round of patrol to find them, if they even came out this far. So, he took matters into his own hands, his muted internal clock ticking down the more he looked at you pale in his arms.

He scooped up your limb body, pressing you flush to his body, determination and adrenaline pumping through him, the driving force propelling him into action.

There was only one thought in his head; get you back to Jackson, by whatever means. 

As he stepped out of the small cabin, Joel noticed that the sun was slowly starting to dip beneath the horizon, the pop of blistering orange making him anxious.

Night would come quicker than either of you wanted and then the real challenge would begin, trying to navigate through the dense forest and get back to the community in the dark.

You were trembling in his arms, shaking so violently, from either the bitter cold or the loss of blood, that he thought that he was the one who was hurting you. 

“Can you ride?”, he asked, urgency in his voice. 

“Dunno”. 

Joel couldn't risk injuring you further, but he also couldn’t waste any more time, so he made an executive decision. He had been making a lot of those on your behalf today, and his most recent had gotten you in this position in the first place, it was his fault.

If anything happened to you, he wouldn’t ever forgive himself. 

He placed you tentatively on the ground, his arm sneaking around your waist to stabilize you as he untied his horse from the post. 

“Alright”, he bent slightly, grabbing your foot and placing it in his hand, “Nice ‘n easy now”. 

He could see the strain on your face, the pellets of sweat sticking to your hairline as you used as much strength as you could, hoisting yourself up and onto the horse. You’d let out a strangled groan as you got situated.

Once he knew that you were on, he hopped up, grabbing the reins and digging his heels into Shimmer’s body, spurring her into a run, his motivation to get back to Jackson making his heart race. 

The only solace that Joel took from not being able to see you from the position he was in, was that he could feel you gripping him from behind, your arms latching around his waist, your cheek flush with his back.

He could feel your chest rising and falling against him and his pulse softened, knowing that you were still fighting, still holding on for him. 

He had pushed Shimmer to her limits, getting you both back to Jackson in record time. The sequence of events that followed had been a blur to him.

The gates had opened immediately, the guards recognizing him even in the dusk.

He remembered screaming his throat raw, begging someone for help as he carried you into town and to the doctor.

He’d watched on, helplessly, as they quickly began working on you. Blood and cloth blurred his vision, making his stomach twist with queasiness.

He had to leave the room, too overcome with emotion and nausea to be of any help to you. 

When he stepped outside of the small makeshift clinic, the frigid air pierced his lungs, drawing out a long and aching breath, striking him so sharply that he stumbled forward.

He had gripped a wooden post for support, digging his palms into it for purchase, closing his eyes.

He tried to get a handle on his breathing, but it was no use. He felt the bile creeping higher in his throat, until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

It poured out of him, leaving his mouth dry and his head spinning. It was a visceral reaction, his worry over you, over what he had let happen. 

He cursed Tommy for entrusting him with you, something so precious. He knew things could have turned out worse, and he was glad that they hadn’t been, but he couldn’t get over how bad they were right now.

How shaken to his core he was that he had allowed this to happen at all.

Joel couldn’t stand to be there anymore, just on the other side of the door that led to you, powerless while the doctor patched you up. So, he did the one thing he had always been good at, he left. 

Snow crunched underneath his boots, growing louder in his ears as he walked away from the clinic. He thought that a drink might help calm his nerves.

A part of his brain wanted to forget that this day had ever happened, and another part told him that no amount of alcohol would repair the guilt that was nestled snuggly in his gut. But he could try. 

Joel didn’t know how long he had been at the Tipsy Bison, he had lost track of time after the third or fourth whiskey. He blew out a shaky breath, letting a hand drift over his haggard features.

He had been running on adrenaline the whole day and now he was crashing, feeling the exhaustion settle deep in his bones.

But he couldn’t rest, he didn’t deserve to, not when he didn’t know if you had made it or not. 

A jolt of horror shot through his body, making his stomach twist in knots. What if you hadn’t made it? He licked his dry lips, closing his eyes as he felt a prick form behind his eyes. 

Joel was startled by a firm hand on his shoulder. He twisted slightly to see who it was, his face dropping further when he saw that it was Tommy.

He didn’t have to look at his brother for long to get a read on his expression. What he was thinking.

He was pissed and rightfully so. He had failed you and now he was waiting for Tommy to lay into him, chastise him for being so fucking stupid. 

“She’s askin’ for ya”, Tommy said, keeping his voice soft. 

Joel turned around in his seat fully to look at Tommy, surprised that he had gotten to his feet so fast. He snorted out a laugh, seeing the fucking relief that was surely on Joel’s face.

Tommy clapped his shoulder again, almost to stabilize him. Joel couldn’t look his brother in the eye, guilt bubbling and breaking the surface, making his skin sting. 

“‘M sorry”, he mumbled, “I should’ve been there, I should’ve gotten to her quicker, I shoulda done something”. 

Tommy shook his head, “You couldn’t’ve known that would happen, Joel. So stop blaming yourself”. 

Joel scratched at his facial hair, running his hand along his jaw, pondering Tommy’s words. 

He continued, “You protected her with your life, brother. I couldn’t ask for more than that”. 

Joel felt emotion clog his throat. Tommy wasn’t angry with him like he suspected he would be, he was grateful even. Something unfamiliar unfurled in his stomach, something that felt like acceptance. 

A long beat stretched between them, “Go see her”, Tommy finally said, a smile pulling at his lips. 

He led Joel out of the bar, leading him back to the clinic to go see you. Tommy stopped short of the door, motioning for him to continue without him. Joel nodded curtly, slipping past and entering the small, single-room cabin. 

Tentatively, Joel inched closer to the bed that you were in, walking on the balls of his feet, uncertain if you were awake or not. You were lying down, stretched out with your back to him, He sat on the edge of the bed, seeing you turn toward him, a grin on your face as you looked at him. Joel’s face heated under your gaze.

He didn’t deserve that smile, he thought, but he would take it anyway, if you were willing to give it to a man like him. He reached out, stroking your face softly with the back of his fingers. 

“Hey, darlin’, how ya feelin’?”, his voice was throaty, raw. 

His heart hammered below the surface as your eyes locked with his, pining him to where he sat. He didn’t want to breathe too loudly or make any sudden movements, too afraid that he would break the spell. 

“Better now”, you croaked. 

Everything collapsed at once inside of him; his resolve, his strength, his pride. He couldn’t fight it any longer, how fucking happy he was that you were still here, still with him. 

“What’re you smiling at, hm?”, you asked, arching a brow. 

Joel shook his head, his explanation dying on his tongue. He had never been one to lose his words but right now, being so close to you, he wasn’t sure he knew how to speak anymore.

Your hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him back to the moment. Your hand was freezing as it touched his skin but he didn’t mind. 

His smile disappeared as your eyes scanned his face, “I’m so fuckin’ sorry—”, he started, but you shook your head. 

“It was my fault, Joel. Don’t you dare apologize for my fucking mistake. I won’t hear it”, you said, your tone firm. 

Joel wanted to argue, to tell you that it was his fault but he didn’t have the heart, not when you were only just beginning to heal up, still looking weak and pale.

He could wait for another day to have it out with you. He just nodded instead, and you hummed, content with him seemingly letting it go for now. 

Your hand was still on his wrist and he felt a strange sense of calm. 

“Come ‘er”, you whispered, tugging on his wrist lightly. 

He wasn’t sure what was happening until your lips were on his, soft, pliant, and full. The kiss was sweet but it only lasted a minute. He pulled back, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Thank you”, you said, eyes shining as the light hit them, making them more beautiful than he thought was possible. 

He nodded quickly, head still spinning from kissing you. It had been a thank-you kiss and he shouldn’t think more of it.

But goddamn it, he wanted more. He wasn’t mad or upset that you had kissed him, honestly, he had been meaning to do it for months now.

If a kiss filled with gratitude for saving your life was all that he could get, he would accept that, he didn’t want to push his luck. 

You noticed the uneasy look on his face, shifting in the bed and using your dwindling strength to sit up.

Now you were the one with creased brows, your eyes darting over his face, trying to find your answer. Realization struck your features. 

“If I made you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, Joel. I just didn’t know how else to say it”. 

Joel felt like a jackass, that wasn’t what he meant at all. 

“That’s not— that’s not it, darlin’. I just didn’t think you’d want to kiss an old man like me”. 

His chuckle was thick with depreciation, but you just shook your head, eyes gleaming with something he didn’t recognize. You chewed your lower lip and Joel couldn’t help but stare. 

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while actually”, you admitted. 

Joel’s head snapped up, searching your eyes. You were sincere and he knew it. That was the confirmation that he needed, the hope that lit a flame in his chest. You wanted him too. 

A deep chortle escaped Joel’s throat, his face neutral as he leaned in closer to yours. “Then I guess we better make up for lost time then”. 

Joel pressed his lips into yours, moulding to the shape of them as he gripped your face in his large hands, letting a groan slip into your mouth. You pulled back with a giggle, fisting the hair at the base of his head.

Your smile was a thousand watts and Joel couldn’t look away. His grip on your face tightened a little more, making sure that this was really happening to him. 

He couldn’t believe it but he dove back in regardless, wanting to soak in as much of your love and light that you were willing to give to him.

[midgardian-witch]

i saw you made a moon knight fic based off an ethel cain song, and i was wondering if you could make one based off her song michelle pfeiffer idk it just screams moon boys to me 😻🫶🏽🫶🏽 i’m so sorry for bothering you with this i just HADDD to ask

have a lovely day and don’t overwork yourself 🫶🏽

You are absolutely not bothering me with this! Thank you so much for your kind message and your request 💙 I really hope you like this drabble and that you're having a lovely day yourself ☺️

Home's Not Home Unless You're There

tags: angst | mentions of a break up | post-break up | reunion | getting back together | mentions of alcohol | hopeful ending | gn!reader

ships: Moon Knight System/Reader

AO3

Marc was the one that started it all.

One morning you woke up and he was gone; bags packed, wardrobe and bookshelves cleaned out. He even took his toothbrush with him. He had left you with only the memories of your time together, nothing else. 

He took one last look at your half-naked, sleeping form and then left. He turned into a ghost, laying low, not moving too far away but always just out of reach. This wasn’t the first time he did something like this after all. 

It was for the best - or so he told himself.

Marc knew that if he would have stuck around longer, he would drag you both down (and with his luck ‘down’ meant 6 feet under). He didn’t deserve you. Everything he touched turned to ash and he couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you too. 

He couldn’t hurt you if he was gone.

So what if he spends endless nights alone, drowning his sorrows in booze (just like his mother; she’d laugh at him, tell him what a pathetic, selfish boy he was - if she was still alive) and thinks about all the different ways he could crawl back to you?

He won’t. He can’t. If he did all of this was for nothing.

In that space between tipsy and blackout drunk he wonders if maybe he is addicted to suffering. If it was just another fucked up part of his brain that needed to feel pain to live, or maybe it was his heart? Why else does he keep running away?

When those thoughts start he just cracks open another bottle. 

-

Steven was the one that suffered the loudest.

When he woke up in the morning, having to deal with another of Marc's hangovers, he felt like crying. 

He missed you. Everything around him reminded him of you and your absence in his life. 

Marc got them a new flat and even here Steven saw you in everything; everything conjuring a memory of you together. They lived here now but it wasn’t their home. It could never be their home if you're not there with them. 

He wants to call you but Marc deleted your number. He wants to go and see you, apologize for what happened and fall back into your arms but everytime he tries he blacks out, loses time again and finds himself back at their new flat. He wants to scream at Marc, beg and reason with him, make him see that this was all a mistake, that they need you in their life but everytime Marc hides in the darkest corners of their headspace. 

He feels more lost than he did when he first found out about Marc and Jake. He feels alone, so utterly alone even when Jake tries to reassure him that they will be alright, that things will get better. 

Without you there he doesn’t believe any of it.

-

Jake was the one to end it.

Jake had been patient. He waited for Marc to see reason but instead he watched his brother hurt himself more and more until all that was left was a heartbroken, sad shell of a man. He watched Steven rage against Marc’s decisions until he couldn’t anymore, until even he was a burned out husk of his former self.

He was their protector and he had been idle for too long.

And he missed you. Even inside the headspace all he could think about was the sound of your voice, of your laugh, the feeling of your skin and lips on his, the way you smell in the morning after a long night of lovemaking.

Did you think about them too? Did you hate them? Did you miss them the same way they missed you?

He was tired of wondering, tired of watching his brothers fall apart when there was a simple solution to their suffering.

So when his brothers were sound asleep Jake took over. With a clear goal in mind he got into his car and made his way to you. He drove like a man possessed until he reached the familiar building. It was late, the sun had already fled the sky hours ago. For a moment he worried he would wake you, or worse, that you would not be there. To his relief there was light in your window.

An old neighbor let him into the building, recognizing his face. He thanked them with a smile before continuing on his path. When he finally reached the door to your flat, his hands were shaking -  all his calm gone just by the thought of seeing you again. 

Before he can overthink his plan he knocks on the door. He can hear your footsteps, and even something so trivial is making his heart ache. But nothing prepared him for the way his heart stops beating for a second when he sees you again as you open the door.

You look like you hadn’t slept in weeks, like you had been crying every day since they had left -  and yet you had never looked more beautiful.

Your eyes widen in shock and disbelief. He takes a step forward, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I am so sorry, mi vida. We are sorry. Can you forgive us?”

He can’t hear your reply, muffled as it is as you all but tackle him with your embrace, your face buried in his shirt. Your fists pound against his chest with no energy behind them. You’re angry, frustrated, but most of all relieved. 

They are back. And they won’t leave again. 

The four of you had a lot to talk about: worries, feelings, fears. There are so many questions unanswered but that was for later. 

All he knows is this: You will get through this; you’ll survive whatever comes together. Because they are finally home now.

[sunlightellies]

The Question

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A/N: hi!! this is my first drabble posted here. english isn’t my first language so please excuse any spelling or grammatical errors :') this is pretty much just pure fluff so i hope you all enjoy it mwah !! (i’ll be using they/them for bella in this fic.)

Summary: You and Bella have been dating for about 9 months now. You really want to move in with them, but you don’t know how to ask them.

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x Reader

Warnings: Curse words, other than that, none.

Word Count: 600+

You just got home from Bella’s apartment and you sat on your sofa watching tv, while thinking about how much you hated being away from them. You want to be with them 24/7. You feel empty when you go to bed without them, when you sit on your sofa watching tv without them, when you’re cooking food without them. All kinds of things you do, without them. You wanted to move in with them. You two had been dating for about 9 months, so you didn’t really think it’s too early to ask if they wanted to move in with you.. only thing is if they want to.

When you were about to fall asleep, you came up with the best idea of how to ask them if they wanna move in with you. You’ve been thinking all night about how to ask them in a fun, romantic but small way. But now you finally got it. You got up from your bed to go get your notepad so you could write it down before you fall asleep. You were gonna make dinner at your place, invite them over obviously, and then hide a key to your apartment under their plate so when you take the plate to wash it, they’re going to find the key and wonder why it was there, and then you’re just gonna pop the question casually. Great plan.

You were just done with cooking dinner. You and Bella sat down and began to eat and casually chat. They talked about a video of a dog they saw on twitter and that they would like for you two to have a dog together someday. You just agreed simply. At one point they just stopped eating and put down their knife and fork. You looked at them confused and after a few seconds of silence they spoke out,

“Y/N.. would you like to move in with me?”

You were speechless. Damnit! You were supposed to ask them that!

As you were a bit taken aback by the question you just looked at them with your eyes big and mouth hanging open in utter silence.  Bella was the first to speak after a minute of silence.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but I didn’t know how to ask you.” They took a deep breath and spoke again, their voice now even softer than before. “I really love you, and I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I don’t like us living in two places. I want us to share everything together. Maybe even a dog someday, but what about an apartment first?”

You were still shocked, but finally said frustrated while groaning,

“Ahhh.. Bella! What the fuck!” 

They were now even more confused than you were at first. “What?”

“Look under your plate.” You said.

“Again, what? Why?” Bella looked at you, still confused, tilting their head.

“Just look under your plate.” You answered them while pointing at their plate.

Bella looked under their plate, and there it was, the key to your apartment. They looked up at you, still confused.

“I was planning to ask you the same thing tonight. It’s the key to my apartment. It doesn’t mean we have to move into my apartment, it was just a fun way of showing I want to move in with you.”

Bella’s lips grew into a precious smile, and their eyes glistened with love and happiness.

“So.. it’s a yes?”

“Yes, of course.” Your smile was as big as theirs. You both got up from your chairs and got into a hug, before you sat down again, they kissed you, looked into your eyes and said,

“I love you so damn much.”

[penname-artist]

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[piedpiperslists]

KSJ: Idol AU

List of all Seokjin fics under 'Idol' AU:

* s - contains smut

* Last updated: 28/05/2023

D R A B B L E S

[drabble] by alpacaparkaseok friends au

9:19 PM by likeastarstar enemies to lovers Summary: In the Soop.

All Over You by knamjooned angst, post breakup au

Cute by woodstockbtswriter friends to lovers Summary: In Jin’s eyes, the only thing as cute as RJ - is you.

Early Night by baojinnie friends to lovers Summary: You didn’t think you’d confess to Jin (for the first time!) thousands of miles apart, and on the phone. But would you have it any other way?

Judgement of Character by bang-prism staff!reader

Rewrite the Stars by taleasnewastime angst Summary: That kind of love where even if you love them it’s better to be apart than together.

Sweetest Devotion by bubblesuga friends to lovers Summary: In which Kim Seokjin falls for a long time friend.

The Social Butterfly by tinylint strangers to lovers Summary: Kim Seokjin hates being invited to events until he meets someone who finally helps him feel comfortable in a crowd, hopefully she feels the same about him.

O N E S H O T S

2D Reality by siderealmyg s wc~12.4k / ft JJK, fantasy au, PWP Summary: Jin likes his fair share of anime like everyone one else and knows not to question all the shit that goes on but when a big tiddie anime girl deadass pops out of a computer, he rightfully has a few concerns.

A Kiss of Marble by jinpire s wc~9.9k / vampire au Summary: His gaze trails down your nose and lingers on your lips, before falling to the curve of your neck and the tiny bend of your shoulder visible above your t-shirt, the attention so acute and suggestive that it feels like a tangible brush on your skin. “Hmm… I’ve got a few ideas.”

All’s Well That End’s Well by dreamescapeswriting wc~3.4k / angst, unrequited love, friends au

Cross the Line by winetae s wc~3.8k / FWB Summary: Seokjin knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t stop himself from coming back to you.

“Dolly Parton’s a real jerk, huh?” by taetaespeaches wc~2.7k / friends to lovers Summary: So this is very loosely based on “You Belong With Me”. It mostly just uses the general idea of the song and the whole “Hey isn’t this easy,” line.

Forever by oddinary4bts s wc~25.2k / chef!reader, exes to lovers Summary: Three years ago, your relationship with Jin ended in fights and tears. When life puts him back on your path, you catch a glimpse of light in his eyes that you thought had died when you broke up. Will your relationship blossom into a well-deserved forever or will you lose the love of your life again?

Opaline Moon by missgeniality s wc~11.2k / friends to lovers Summary: You are ingrained to love Jin, right upto the blood that courses through your veins. Confessing, however, is a whole other game. So it’s a good thing you’re bad at keeping your hands to yourself, because happenstance can handle the rest.

Soju Find Me Funny? [AO3] by goodsoop wc~3.1k / friends to lovers Summary: Idol Kim Seokjin is known as World-Wide Handsome to his fans, but to you he's just the idiot you got stuck with on the biggest career move of your life. Until he steps across the threshold on the café accented with sparkly earrings.

* Three’s Perfect by ragingcravings s wc~4.4k / ft JHS, FWB, neighbors au, PWP Summary: All she has to do is give them a look and they know exactly what she needs.

Wild Side by mono-moonchilds s wc~4.1k / friends to lovers Summary: We can't just keep talkin' about it. We think too often about it. We can't just be cautious about it. I wanna get wild. Take me for a ride, boy. Show me your wild side, boy. Know it's been a while, boy. I wanna get wild.

Wrapped Up in You [AO3] by goodsoop s wc~2.9k / friends to lovers Summary: Jin shows up at the last minute, interrupting your solo masturbation session and asks for help wrapping his gifts…somehow one of you also ends up tied up.

“You can’t take it back now” by taetaespeaches wc~5.3k / friends to lovers Summary: Jin tries to confess to his best friend but those six hooligans keep accidentally interfering.

T W O S H O T S / S E R I E S

A Woman of a Certain Age by vyduan s childhood friends to lovers Summary: Y/N has known Seokjin since he was born. She has even helped change Seokjinnie’s diapers. Growing apart when Y/N went to the U.S. for college, Seokjin runs into Y/N when she is hired by Big Hit as a top consultant. Sparks fly despite Seokjin nursing a broken heart and Y/N trying to make partner at her firm. Will this noona ever see Seokjin as the man he now is?

Inevitable by vyduan s friends to lovers, FWB Summary: You slumped to the floor of the dance room, arms and legs starfished out, head crooked at an awkward angle against the wall. You were too tired to move. You heard Ha-joon tell you that you had a brief fifteen minute respite before your next schedule as he exited the room. You told yourself you were just going to close your eyes for a second. It was in this flattering position — limbs akimbo, joggers pulled up high and your sports bra soaked dark, flyaways stuck to your red, sweaty face — in which your new colleagues — the aforementioned Bangtan Sonyeondan — found you as they tumbled into the studio like a litter of noisy puppies. It was their commotion coupled with loud and overlapping apologies that startled you awake. Of course this would happen to you.

Long Term Couple by taetaespeaches s friends to lovers Summary: Drabble series on couple Seokjin x Poopsie.

[pettydollie]

hey i hope you've had a good day :) ik this is mostly a fic/drabble type of blog, but i saw in one of your posts that you are open to venting. i hate sliding into ppls dms tbh lol so i hope its ok that i ask for advice like this btw u can totally ignore this i understand! so earlier this morning, i got dumped and i feel like shit tbh. like it wasnt even for a good reason at all. and we were together for like 2 years smh. ive been trying to cheer myself up all day but i cant and i just keep fucking crying and im so lost idk. im sorry to be dumping this all over you but you genuinely seem like a great person. its late right now and i cant fall asleep and its so hard. im just so tired. if you do respond to this, thank you so much. i dont really have friends irl so i mostly talk to ppl on tumblr anonymously lmao. i hope u have a great/day night!

hi sweets :) first, im so sorry. breakups can be super tough and hard to bounce back from, but you are going to get through it. in fact, you are going to heal and grow from it. i know that sounds pretty stupid rn lol but i promise you that things will get better! second of all, im so happy you feel comfortable with me to vent. anyone else whos reading this, you can always dm/pop into my inbox if u have something to share. and btw noonie dw about messaging me, i totally get it! if you havent eaten anything, please do. specifically something healthy/refreshing if you can. like fruit for example. eating junk in a bad state will just make you want to eat more and itll turn into a bad addiction. i know you said youre trying to go to sleep so eat something small if possible.

everyone has different likings but here are a few things that can help you: - listening to asmr! doesnt specifically have to be whispering or anything. it can be just sounds, that helps me a lot. i reccomend listening to sunshinejazzyasmr, gabi asmr, jocie b asmr, all on yt! ^ visual asmr is super good also. it helps when youre trying to keep your eyes open to watch the video, but u end up falling asleep - music. ik this is a basic idea but it really helps. find a calming playlist and i recommend putting your phone under your pillow to create a sort of muffled sound. its super soothing for me. wearing earbuds while trying to sleep can be super uncomfortable and you can get infections (ick) - sleep the other way around. like switch your pillow to the other side of your bed. its really simple but it kinda helped me. - watch a comfort show/movie. not something thatll keep you up, maybe something boring or more on the chill side. - sleep somewhere else. maybe on a sofa or if u live with another person, in their bed if its a comfortable situation - drink tea. i personally dont do this, but i think chamomile tea is really good for sleep. but i think u should look up teas first bc im not 100% sure lmao since you're crying a lot, i think you should wash your face. it makes me feel better :) u can also shower to make u even more sleepy and just to feel clean before you sleep.

i love you and you got this!! keep on going my love, everything happens for a reason. xoxo

[adrinktostopyourthirst]

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(Bucky Barnes)

◌ FINALLY - Bucky and you have a hard time staying away from each other. And though you try to push him away, every time he finds you again, the universe finds a new way to pull you apart.

◌ MY QUEEN - The post-battle energy rush needs a release. Suddenly, there’s a willing soldier at your disposal.

◌ READY TO COMPLY - Something had been missing. But that has nothing to do with your life time enemy standing in front of you to finally end this.

◌ THREE HUNDRED - Bucky always makes sure his best friend is okay, because that is what you need. He’s caring, but very passive and nonchalant, because you need it. Not him. He doesn’t need that. He doesn’t need you. Does he?

◌ FOLLOWING ORDERS - Bucky is always grumpy, so you’ve resorted to being aggressively bossy. But he will show you what following orders really looks like.

◌ SNIPER - Reluctantly, you get thrown into an assignment with Bucky and Yelena, but Bucky doesn’t trust you as far as he can throw you. When he’s proven to be correct, it turns out you’re still a hell of a good team.

◌ RELAX - You have never been so horny in your life and it’s now or never.

◌ DEPRAVED - Bucky catches you naked in the bathroom and you catch the stoic man flustered.

◌ ADMIT IT - A team building exercise that pits you and Bucky against each other. Too bad you’re both competetive and after a prize.

◌ MR. & MRS. BARNES - Bucky and your marriage isn’t what you thought it was at all.

◌ RING RING - Of all pocket dials ever, this might be the very worst.

◌ HEELS - You hate each other, but love competition.

◌ DISMANTLED - You like them on their knees, but this one stands much taller than you.

◌ VARIANT - The chaos of the multiverse is quite literally holding up a mirror to Bucky. Turns out, it’s very easy to get under someone’s skin when you have a universal connection to them.

◌ RULES - A constant power struggle where it seems like either you both win or you both lose. Fighting fire with fire, but passion doesn’t burn out.

◌ WITH MY LITTLE EYE - All the team wants is for Bucky to get a fresh start, but both you and him are still holding grudges. What happens when the grudge disappears?

◌ SHOTGUN - You wear heels on a mission and Bucky, as always, gives you a really hard time.

◌ FRENCH RIVIERA - You and Bucky are both agents, but you get extremely pissed at your friend when he seems to have screwed up everything he did to try and turn his life around.

◌ SATISFIED - Drunk sex with Bucky.

◌ ABANDONED - Bucky has left, just like everyone else. But you’re just pissed enough to track him down and ask him why he ever dared to leave you by yourself, only to find out the Bucky you know isn’t quite there.

⇢ TWO PARTERS

◌ STING | FLING - Your tattoo artist left you hanging and you’re fed up enough to come and collect his excuse.

◌ LOOK AT ME | LOOK AT US - Bucky finally gets to put a face to your voice.

◌ QUIET DOWN | STAY QUIET - You are not, under any circumstances, allowed to wear that.

◌ UNDERGROUND | REBOUND - The Underground is the last way for you to survive whatever is left of the world after the Blip. Natasha introduces you to the Winter Soldier whose wing you’re under until you find your way around. He’s a stoic Underground fighter and you’re… useless.

⇢ SERIES

◌ PRIDE AND PRIVACY completed - Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

◌ SPILL IT completed - Both you and Bucky have some very mixed feelings about you. Maybe you can help each other clear things up (PlusSized!Reader).

◌ REBELLION in progress - By some miracle, you get saved from the consequences of your own actions. You’re reluctant to join a supposedly good cause. What happens when the good cause is not so legal? And what - or who - is your soft spot?

⇢ OTHER

(Mob!Bucky and Mob!Steve)

◌ APOLOGIES | COLD - You have no idea how you got here and whether they have captured you, or it’s you who has them captured.

(Nick Fowler)

◌ HIDDEN HUNGER - You try to hide something from Nick and hide Nick from the world, all at the same time.

[navybrat817]

Inhale

Pairing: Mob!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You want to take Andy's mind off of work for a short time. Word Count: Over 1k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving), blow job, slight choking, feels, possessive behavior, threat of violence (not against the reader), Andy Barber (c’mon, he’s a warning) A/N: Third of seven Drabbles revolved around choking of some kind. I don't think the feels are too crazy in this one, but look. It's me. You know me by now. Sorry?

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Making Andy Barber angry wasn't a smart move. People found that out the hard way when he rose to the top in the city. Leaving a trail of bodies never bothered him. Violence ran in his family. So did power.

He also had a loving heart. He gave it to you. So you hated seeing the tension in his body as he sat down. The whiskey was poured for him before he asked.

"Rough day?" you asked with a sympathetic smile as you strode over, handing him the glass.

He downed it, keeping his eyes on you as he did so. "You could say that."

"What's the matter?" you asked, watching him set the empty glass down.

"Just some prick," he answered as you slid between him and the desk. "He crossed a line and I don't know if I can forgive him."

His jaw clenched and you wondered what this guy did wrong. "Why don't I take your mind off him for a few minutes?"

He leaned up, gently holding your face as he stared into your eyes. You felt the strength behind his large hands, but he never once used that to hurt you. Meeting him halfway, you gently brushed your lips against his.

"How do you plan to do that?"

Wordlessly, you dropped down to your knees in front of him. His hands dropped, moving to the arms of his chair, as you brushed your palm over his covered crotch. You took pleasure in the groan he let out as you kept rubbing him. Feeling him strain in his pants, you finally worked his belt and pants open.

"You always take care of me," he sighed as you dragged the zipper down.

"I always will," you replied, curling your fingers in the waistband of his underwear. You pulled them down just enough to get his cock free, clenching around nothing at the sight.

"My queen," he whispered, gazing with tenderness that was only reserved for you.

"My king," you whispered back, sliding your hands to his thighs and caressing them as you licked your lips. Tilting his cock toward your watering mouth, you gripped the base as you ran your tongue along tip. You didn't tease him long, opening wide to properly swallow him down. The weight of him on your tongue always sent heat to your core. You were more than content to have his wonderful cock in your mouth or pussy each day.

Andy's head fell back for a moment as you took more of him in. "So many people want me dead… and they have no idea that you're the one who will be the death of me."

You blinked up at him, moaning again. His voice was deeper, huskier, and you wanted him to keep talking. You got off more than once to the sound of his voice, riding his thigh as he filled your ear with filthy praise. You wondered if he'd let you make a mess on his pants later.

He slowly rocked his hips to meet the movements of your mouth and hands. "Look so pretty when you suck my cock. You already wet for me?"

You whined around him, the vibration making him buck a bit harder. Your thighs rubbed together, seeking out some kind of friction.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll fuck you nice and deep later. Let you go to sleep with my cock in you so you can wake up full of me."

You whined louder when he hit the back of your throat, your nails digging into his thigh. You wanted him to fuck you until you cried. Until you were a panting, sobbing mess-

The door flew open, making you pause when you heard raised voices.

"Mr. Barber, I tried to stop him!"

"It's okay. He can stay," Andy calmly said, like he didn't have his dick down your throat. You stayed perfectly still as you heard the door shut. "Mr. Drysdale, you're early. Why don't you take a seat?"

You inhaled sharply through your nose. Drysdale… You recognized that name.

"I'm not sitting, you piece of shit. Where do you get off taking away half of my territory?"

"I haven't got off yet, but I'm close," Andy said, confidently, holding the back of your head. He didn't shove you down, but the grip was a warning for you to continue.

A scoff reached your ears when you hollowed out your cheeks. "Got some whore under there, Barber?"

"Don't call my wife a whore," Andy snapped, making you choke for a second when his hips rolled up. "You had your tech guy follow her."

So, that's why he was pissed off. It wasn't the first time someone tailed you.

"Look, Barber. About Jensen-"

"I spoke to Jensen," Andy growled. "He followed her on your orders."

"And? Not my fault you married a hot piece of ass."

You inhaled again as Andy thrust harder. "She isn't… just a piece of ass."

"You're right… And maybe I want it."

Andy's deep chuckle was a warning and you wondered if he'd kill him on the spot. "She's my world."

Your muffled moan made him grit his teeth, shifting to keep him in deep. Hearing him say that always made your heart skip a beat. His hips began to lose their rhythm and you squeezed his thigh to let him know he could let go.

"You or Jensen try to lay a finger on her, I'll burn your fucking world to the ground."

Andy groaned as he tipped over the edge, keeping your head still. Feeling his cock pulse against your tongue, you swallowed as much as you could. He slipped free of your mouth once he finished, letting you catch your breath, but kept you on your knees.

"Apologize to my wife," he ordered.

The tension skyrocketed as you waited. "Sorry, Mrs. Barber."

You nodded after a moment. No one had to die today.

Andy smiled gently, brushing his thumb over your swollen, bottom lip. "Good. Now get the fuck out of my office."

[aftgficrec]

Finally open!!! Thank you guys for doing this I’ve already found so many fics through your recommendations! Do you have any more or new secret relationship and especially relationship reveal fics? Like something where other people find out about Andreil (best if it’s established relationship). I recently read „We’re the giggle at the funeral“ and loved it so maybe something like that. (Fluff too)

Glad we could help you, friend! We’ve found quite a few fics for you about this topic, too, so hopefully there’ll be something you’ll enjoy amongst them. You might find more under these tags on our blog: secret relationship, minyard-josten rivalry, coming out - S

Previous posts:

andreil secret marriage here

andreil secret marriage/relationship here

andreil secret relationship here

andreil coming out in the pros here

Minyard-Josten rivalry/coming out here

recent 'foxes react'/pov outsider here

Also see…

‘They Shouldn’t Have Done That [A Minyard-Josten Rivalry Fic]' here

‘That Isn't Nothing’ here (now complete)

‘Wait, Neil Has a Boyfriend?’ here

‘In Which Neil Josten is a PR Nightmare’ here

‘Out’ here

‘The Best of Men’ here

‘Nightmare On Film’ here

‘Brother of Mine’ and ‘The Twins’ Day’ here

‘growing pains’ here

‘we were together’ series here

‘dirty little secret’ series here

‘Dance in the Dark’ here (since updated)

‘Dancing With the Devil’ here

‘This Complicated Life’ here (now complete)

‘heaven and hell (were words to me)’ here

‘Breaking News, the Josten-Boyd Affair’ here

and mentioned in the ask: ‘We're the giggle at a funeral’ here

at least we were electrified by likearecord [Rated T, 16404 words, complete, AFTG Mixtape 2022]

Child actor made good and America's boy-next-door meets professional Exy's favorite love-to-hate-him bad boy. His reputation has never been worse.

tw: alcohol, tw: homophobia, tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

no going back now by BishopRose [Rated T, 3351 words, complete, 2022]

At the height of the Minyard-Josten rivalry, Neil and Andrew return from a particular trip abroad and run into a journalist. Shenanigans ensue.

Tumblr Drabbles by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer) [Not Rated, collection, last updated Jan 2022]

Chapter 4: Secret Husbands

Neil gets injured during a game (set after everyone has graduated/gone pro)

there's no way JOSTEN has a girlfriend by itadoriminyard [Rated G, 3246 words, complete, 2021]

“But it has to be her! Neil literally doesn’t spend time with anyone outside of this team. Like at all. Who could he possibly be dating? Someone on the team?” She asked sarcastically.

She was met with silence. “Wait… are y’all serious?”

Nicky was positively ecstatic at this turn of events.

--

[The freshmen are determined to find Neil's secret girlfriend. Neil and Andrew are unwilling to aid their quest.]

Andrew’s Special Lady by Paradoxolotl [Rated G, 1588 words, complete, 2021]

Andrew Minyard collects strays, and sometimes they happen to have fur and four legs. He’s also getting a little bored and is looking to cause some drama.

A single interview question gives him that opportunity.

Unplanned Excitement by Heccate [Rated G, 440 words, complete, 2021]

Pip really only wanted to spend their evening watching Exy and being stupid on Twitter. Why did no one tell them that people can actually see what they tweet?

All Eyes On Us by hyxcinthus [Rated G, 2541 words, complete, 2021]

Neil wasn’t entirely sure when it started, or even how it started, but shortly after he graduated and joined a professional team, the phrase “Minyard-Josten Rivalry” was everywhere. It was mostly on social media, hardcore exy fans sharing videos or pitting Andrew and Neil against each other in some meaningless debate. Though, it became a running joke on some of the popular news channels.

-

or: neil and andrew put an end to the minyard-josten rivalry

Cigarette Daydreams by ofwhitedaisies [Rated T, 5271 words, complete, 2021]

Andrew Minyard cared about very little in life, however he did everything to ensure that others thought he cared about nothing. He could count on one hand the things he cared about; them being Aaron Minyard, Kevin Day, Nicky Hemmick, Betsy Dobson and Neil Josten….

-

Andrew and Neil are married and no-one knows.

Except for Kevin of course.

And Renee.

every piece of you, it just fits perfectly by bazerella [Rated G, 5397 words, complete, 2021]

If Andrew were being honest-- which he always was, until now-- he and Neil were inevitable. There was no world in which Andrew and Neil didn’t happen. Neil ran his thumb over Andrew’s bottom lip, which was no doubt swollen from the way Neil’s teeth had just been tugging on it.

“This is nothing,” Andrew said. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

(Neil and Andrew are keeping their relationship a secret from Andrew's brother, Aaron, who is also Neil's best friend. But how long can they keep up the ruse before they inevitably get caught?)

Illicit Affairs by minyardmonster [Rated T, 2091 words, complete, 2020]

Neil’s phone buzzes from where it had fallen out of his pants and onto the floor, screen flashing with Kevin’s name, and whatever that feeling had been promptly dies. Andrew makes sure to catch it in the palm of his hand, planning to dissect the pressure in his chest when he’s alone. He watches Neil pull his jeans back on, watches his arse when he bends to pick up and answer the phone. Watches as Neil let’s himself out Andrew’s apartment, looking back at Andrew with soft, sad eyes before soundlessly closing the door.

Andrew stands to make his way to the bathroom and clean up, and spies grey fabric peeking out from underneath his couch. The junkie had left his fucking underwear behind.

rottweiler smile by RhymeReason [Rated T, 1410 words, complete, Aftg Winter Exchange 2019]

It went like this.

The One Where Everyone Finds Out by gluupor [Rated G, 2408 words, complete, 2018]

What if the Foxes hadn't found out about Neil and Andrew's relationship in Baltimore? How would they have found out about it? (Probably not like this).

“If you were my husband” fandom fun post by @heyymick [Tumblr, 2022]

[bechloeislegit]

Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief

A/N: Wow! 2 fics in one day. I was working on both fics I posted today in the background while I participated in the February Drabble Challenge. Now that the Drabble Challenge is done, I was able to complete the fics and was too impatient to wait to post them on different days. So, you're welcome?

No smut so don't look for or expect it.

The full prompt will be noted at the end. I hope you enjoy it.

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Stacie jumped when the front door slammed shut. She looked up to see her best friend and roommate, Beca, storm into the living room and grab her laptop bag from her shoulder as if she was looking for somewhere to throw it.

“Better not,” Stacie said. “You can’t afford to replace it.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Beca said. “I’ll make the studio replace it since they’re the ones who make me want to throw it against a wall.”

“Rough day at work again?” Stacie asked, patting the space next to her on the sofa. “Come tell me what happened.”

Beca sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. She gently set her laptop bag down by the end of the sofa and made her way over to Stacie. She flopped down and looked at Stacie.

“It’s the same old thing,” Beca whined. “When they promoted me to Producer, I thought it meant I’d be able to produce the music I wanted to make. Something I’d be proud to have my name on, you know?”

“I know,” Stacie said, nodding her head.

Beca continued. “No matter what I do, I’m still being treated like the low man on the totem pole.”

“So, what happened today?” Stacie asked.

“Pimp-Lo happened,” Beca snarled.

“Pimp-Lo?” Stacie repeated. “What is a Pimp-Lo?”

“Not what, who,” Beca said, chuckling lightly. She sighed again. “Although, what might be a more apt description of him. Anyway, Pimp-Lo is what I call a disaster, but Evan calls him the next big thing. I was given his track to work on and what I heard was a stinking pile of shit. I worked day and night on it for three days. I even used my own voice as a backup vocalist because I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone else to even listen to or be a part of it.”

“Is it really that bad?” Stacie asked.

“Yes, it is,” Beca responded. “So, anyway, today he came in to hear it and he hated it. Said it should be played the way he originally did it because that’s what his fans want to hear. His fans consist of about ten morons who saw a video he did on YouTube.”

Beca paused and looked down at her hands.

“So? What did Evan say?”

“First, she said how good my version sounded,” Beca replied. “And asked me who was singing vocals. I told her it was me, and before I could say anything else, Pimp-Lo told me to turn it off. When he said he hated it, Evan became a brown-nosing suckup and told him he was right. Then she told me to play the original, so I did. And it is just as horrible as the first fifty times I had to listen to it.”

“Did Evan say anything about that?”

“No. She was all into it, banging her head like it was a real work of art,” Beca said. “Pimp-Lo and his crew started doing what I guess they thought was dancing, and Evan told him how great it was and that the original version would be his first hit. I looked at her like she was crazy.”

“What did she say then?”

“She didn’t say or do anything, so I whispered to her asking her if she was crazy,” Beca said. “That the original was a stinking pile of shit and that my version was much better. And she said he was the artist, and if he wanted the original version, then the original version would be what we would put out. I looked at her and told her that my version was better and I did not want my name attached to his version at all.”

“Did she say or do anything when you told her that?”

“She told me I needed to stop thinking of it as my song. That I needed to realize that the artist had the last word on what was put out under their name. I told her if she thought the song was so great, she could put her name on as the producer and release it. I then unhooked my laptop from the speakers and left her office. I went straight to my office to get my stuff and came home. I’m sure I’ll get an earful tomorrow.”

Beca rolled her shoulders and winced.

“You okay?” Stacie asked.

“Just a lot of tension,” Beca said, rubbing the back of her neck and shoulders. “I’m going to take a long hot bath.”

“I’ll start dinner,” Stacie said.

“Thanks,” Beca said, standing and stretching her arms over her head. “But don’t rush on my account. I’ll probably be a while.”

Beca left Stacie and made her way upstairs to her room.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

The next morning, Beca woke and stretched, wincing as her back cracked and popped. She sat up on the side of the bed, putting her hands on her back and kneading it to work out some of the kinks. It didn’t help.

Beca finally sighed and stood to get ready for her day.

“You look like Hell,” Stacie said as soon as Beca walked into the kitchen.

“Fuck you!” Beca snapped, causing Stacie to look at her with raised brows.

“I know you’re tired, but you don’t need to take my head off,” Stacie said, staring at Beca. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

“Not really,” Beca said, grimacing as she sat across from Stacie at the kitchen island. “Everything hurts.”

“I know exactly what you need,” Stacie said, placing her coffee down on the counter.

“And what’s that?” Beca asked.

“A massage,” Stacie answered. “And, I have just the person to help you.”

“You know I don’t like having anyone I don’t know touching me.”

“Trust me,” Stacie said. “Chloe’s the best. I always go to her when I get too tense. She’s amazing.”

“You’re not sending me to one of those places that give you a massage and a happy ending are you?”

“She’s not a hooker, Beca,” Stacie said, chuckling and smirking. “She’s a legit masseuse. Trust me, you’ll love her.”

“I don’t know when I’d even have time to be able to get a massage,” Beca said.

“I’ll make an appointment for her to come here,” Stacie said.

“She’ll come here?” Beca asked. “Isn’t that dangerous for her? She has no idea who or what is waiting for her on the other side of the door.”

“She’ll only do home visits for clients she knows,” Stacie said. “And she knows me. So, what do you say? I can see if she can fit you in on Saturday.”

“I don’t know, Stace,” Beca said as she stood, grabbing her back and wincing as she raised herself to her feet. “At the risk of repeating myself, I hate having people I don’t know touching me.”

“Wait until you see her,” Stacie said, winking and smirking at Beca. “You’ll be begging Chloe to touch you. I guarantee it.”

“I’ll think about it,” Beca said. “I have to get dressed and get to the studio to face the music with Evan.”

“Try not to let her get to you too much,” Stacie said. “I’ll see you later.”

Beca slowly made her way out of the kitchen and went to her room to get dressed.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

It was just after ten as Beca made her way back to her office. She had been in a staff meeting for the past hour and Evan hadn’t said a word to her. Of course, this made Beca anxious as she kept waiting for the inevitable confrontation that she knew was coming.

Beca entered her office and flopped down in the chair behind her desk. She put her elbows on the desk and massaged the back of her neck.

She had only been sitting there for about five minutes when Beca heard a ping and looked at her computer to see a notification that she had a new email. She saw that it was from Evan and held her breath as she clicked to open it. She knew that she would have to face Evan at some point.

“And so it begins,” she muttered as she opened the email.

Beca was surprised that the email was asking her to work her magic on the attached track and have it ready for Evan to review by Friday.

Beca opened the track and listened to it for a few seconds before hitting pause.

“Another pile of shit and she’s only giving me two days to make it great?” Beca muttered. “This must be payback for refusing to have anything to do with Pimp-Lo’s song.”

Beca grabbed her headphones and placed them around her neck. She chewed her lip and thought for a moment before grabbing her cell phone. She typed out a text to Stacie; hitting send when she was satisfied with what it said.

She then placed the headphones over her head and situated them to make sure they were secure before pressing play once again.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca stopped working and pulled her headphones from her head. She still had a lot to do with the track but she was too tired to continue. She looked at the time and realized it was after eight, so she gathered her stuff and left her office.

Beca made it home, walking in to find Stacie and her girlfriend, Aubrey, snuggled together on the sofa.

“You’re home late,” Stacie said.

“Got busy working on a track for Evan,” Beca said. “Are there any leftovers from dinner or should I order something?”

“Brey made lasagna,” Stacie said. “I left it warming in the oven for you.”

“You’re the best,” Beca said as she made her way to the kitchen.

Stacie and Aubrey followed Beca into the kitchen.

“Sit,” Stacie said. “I’ll get it for you.”

“Thanks,” Beca said.

Stacie grabbed the potholders and pulled the lasagna out of the oven. Beca stretched and winced as she grabbed her back before sitting at the counter.

“Are you okay, Beca?” Aubrey asked. “Stacie told me about the pains in your neck and back you’ve been having.”

“I was sitting for a long time today,” Beca said, using both hands to rub her neck and shoulders. “I should really take breaks more often.”

“You should get a massage,” Aubrey suggested. “It will do wonders for you.”

“That’s what I told her,” Stacie said, plating some lasagna and placing it in front of Beca. “And I made an appointment per your request. Chloe will be here on Saturday at 2:00.”

“Thanks, Stace,” Beca said, taking a bite of lasagna. “This is good, Aubrey.”

“Thank you,” Aubrey said. “It’s my grandmother’s recipe.”

“Well, kudos to you and your grandmother,” Beca said, taking another bite.

The three women chatted while Beca ate. Once she was finished, she rinsed her plate and put it in the dishwasher.

“Thanks for dinner,” Beca said. “I think I’m going to call it a night.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Saturday morning, Beca woke and groaned as she rolled over to see the time. She groaned again as she pulled herself up to sit on the side of the bed.

“I thought after Evan told me she liked what I did with that last track, that I’d feel less stressed,” Beca thought.

Another groan escaped as she tried to stand and her back started spasming.

“That’s new,” Beca mumbled as she rubbed the area of the spasm.

Beca slowly trudged out of her bedroom and into the kitchen to get coffee. She was not surprised to see Aubrey sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand.

“Good morning, Beca,” Aubrey said

“Good morning,” Beca mumbled. “Where’s Stacie?”

“She went to pick up breakfast for us,” Aubrey said.

“Why didn’t you guys just go out to breakfast together?”

“Stacie wanted to get something for you, too, so you would actually eat something healthy.”

“Oh,” Beca said, pouring her coffee and shuffling over to sit across from Aubrey. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“Do I have to take off all my clothes for my massage?”

Aubrey chuckled lightly. “I think that’s totally up to you. But, if you want to have Chloe work on your trouble spots, like your neck and lower back, I would think you’d have to take everything but your underwear off. Although, in my experience, it’s better if you take everything off. And, don’t worry, there will be a sheet covering your butt so you won’t be mooning anyone.”

Beca chuckled. “I guess that makes sense.”

Just then, Stacie walked into the kitchen carrying two bags from the diner they all liked.

“Oh, good, you’re up,” Stacie said when she saw Beca. “I’ve got breakfast for us.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca was becoming more stressed as time for her massage appointment got closer. She really did not like to have anyone she didn’t know touch her. Her mom was the only person ever allowed to touch her. She used to tell Beca she’d get over it when she found her special someone.

Remembering her mother, brought on more anxiety as Beca realized that her mother’s birthday was approaching. She made a mental note to call her mom and send her a special gift. She really missed her mom and felt bad because she had promised her mother she’d visit her for her birthday, but with the amount of work Beca’s been given, she couldn’t get the time off.

Beca sighed heavily and ran her hand through her hair. It was one-forty-five so she got up and went in search of Stacie.

“I wonder if it’s too late to cancel?” Beca thought as she made her way out of her room.

Beca stopped short when she reached the bottom of the stairs. There was a gorgeous redhead standing by the door, talking to Stacie. Beca’s jaw dropped because the woman was a goddess.

“Oh, here she is now,” Stacie said, having seen Beca in her peripheral.

Stacie and the woman both turned to look at Beca.

“Oh, um, hey,” Beca said, giving them a small wave.

“Beca, this is Chloe,” Stacie said. “She’s here for your massage.”

“Okay, cool,” Beca said. “Cool, cool, cool.”

Chloe smiled and Beca nearly melted into the floor.

“So, where do you want to do this?” Chloe asked. “I need a big enough space to set up my table and have room to walk around it.”

Beca looked down to see several things sitting on the floor by Chloe. She was so enraptured by Chloe that she hadn’t noticed them until now.

“Um,” Beca said.

“You can set up in the living room if you want,” Stacie said. “I have to meet my girlfriend so the place is all yours.”

Beca’s eyes widened as she looked from Stacie to Chloe and back again.

“Um, Chloe, why don’t you get started setting up,” Beca told Chloe. “Stacie, could I see you in the kitchen for a moment?”

“Excuse us,” Stacie told Chloe.

Chloe moved into the living room and started putting her table up as Stacie followed Beca into the kitchen.

“You’re leaving me here alone with her?” Beca asked as soon as she entered the room.

“Uh, yeah,” Stacie said. “What’s the problem?”

“She’s gorgeous,” Beca said. “And, hot. You didn’t tell me she looks like…that!”

“She gives a great massage, Beca,” Stacie said chuckling. “What she looks like is irrelevant.”

“It is very relevant,” Beca shot back. “What if I moan inappropriately or something while she giving me the massage? It will be embarrassing and I do not want to embarrass myself in front of her.”

“Beca, she’s a professional,” Stacie said. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be the first person to moan while getting a massage. I’ve done it and it’s nothing to be ashamed of; it just means she’s doing a good job. You really need this, so go get naked and put on a robe.”

Beca scoffed and walked out of the kitchen. She saw everything set up and looked at Chloe.

“Beca, could we chat before we get started?” Chloe asked.

“Um, sure,” Beca said, moving to sit on the sofa.

Chloe smiled as she sat next to Beca, keeping a respectable distance.

“I’m going to go now,” Stacie said. “I’ll be back in a few hours, Beca.”

“Tell Aubrey I said hi,” Beca called out as Stacie walked out the door.

Beca swallowed as she turned to face Chloe. “So, uh, what do we need to chat about?”

“I like to get to know new clients before I do anything,” Chloe said. “Do you mind answering a few questions?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Beca said. “Ask away.”

“Okay. First, I’d like to know if there are any specific areas you need me to focus on.”

“Um, yeah,” Beca said. “My neck, shoulders, and lower back are where I hurt the most. I seem to hold all my tension in those areas.”

Chloe nodded as Beca spoke.

“Most people have issues with those same areas,” she said. “Since I’ll need to focus on your lower back, would you be comfortable if I asked you to remove all your clothing, including your underwear? I have a sheet I will place over the lower half of your body.”

“Um, I expected that,” Beca said, yawning. “Sorry, I haven’t been sleeping well lately. My neck and back keep me awake most nights. Oh, and, um, I’m fine with taking everything off.”

“That’s good,” Chloe said. “Stacie told me about your dislike of having people touch you. I want to put your mind at ease and tell you that’s perfectly normal, too. I am a professional and would not do anything that would make you uncomfortable. So, if at any time you feel uncomfortable, we can stop. Okay?”

“Okay,” Beca said, standing. “Is there anything else? If not, I’m just gonna, um, go get ready.”

“That’s it for now,” Chloe said as she smiled and nodded

Beca turned and went upstairs to her bedroom. She closed the door and leaned against it, letting out a breath.

“This is going to be interesting,” she muttered as she started to undress.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Three hours later, Stacie and Aubrey walk into the house to find Chloe quietly sitting on the sofa, flipping through a magazine. Beca was lying face down on the massage table sound asleep.

Stacie looked at Chloe with a raised eyebrow.

“Did Beca fall asleep during her massage or after?” Stacie asked.

“During actually,” Chloe chuckled. “I tried to wake her but she didn’t even flinch. I hope it’s okay that I stayed. I was going to leave my table and pick it up later, but I didn’t want to leave her alone like that.”

“That’s okay,” Stacie said. “How long has she been out?”

“About two and a half hours,” Chloe said. “She fell asleep about halfway through the massage.”

“I know she hasn’t been sleeping well lately,” Stacie said. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d like to let her sleep.”

“That’s fine,” Chloe said, standing and dropping the magazine on the coffee table. “Since you're here now, I feel comfortable leaving. Don’t worry, I’ll arrange to get my table later.”

“You don’t have to go,” Aubrey said quickly. “We’re planning to order in for dinner. If you don’t have any other plans, why don’t you stay and have dinner with us?”

“That’s a great idea,” Stacie said, chuckling as she added, “I’m sure Beca will wake up when she smells food.”

Chloe chuckled. “I’d love to accept, but I do have to go. I’ll call you later about getting my table.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Two weeks later, Beca came home slamming the door once she was inside.

“Whoa, what’s got into you?” Stacie asked.

Beca trudged over and sat next to Stacie on the sofa.

“I’m stressed out again,” Beca said, rubbing the back of her neck. “And I’ve been trying to get another appointment with Chloe, but every time I call she can’t come to the phone or they tell me she’s booked up when I say I want to make an appointment with her.”

“That’s weird,” Stacie muttered.

“I feel like she’s avoiding me or something,” Beca said. “I know I fell asleep while she was giving me my massage, but that is just a testament to how good she is. Do you think me falling asleep bothered her?”

“I don’t think that’s it,” Stacie said. “If it had bothered her she would have woken you up. Instead, she stuck around so you didn’t wake up alone on the massage table. There’s something else going on.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going to call her and find out.”

Stacie got up and left Beca sitting alone.

Fifteen minutes later, Beca was coming out of the kitchen just as Stacie walked back into the living room.

“What did she say?” Beca asked.

“She’ll be here in an hour,” Stacie said, smiling.

“She will?” Beca asked.

“Yeah,” Stacie said. “I invited her over for dinner.”

“You invited her over for dinner?! Why?”

“Because you two need to talk. I think you should listen to what she has to say.”

Beca narrowed her eyes and looked at Stacie.

“What did she tell you?”

“Nothing,” Stacie said. “She just said she owed you an explanation, so I asked if she was available to join us for dinner tonight. Just relax and be patient.”

“I’ll try,” Beca said. “But I can’t promise I won’t be freaking out by the time she gets here.”

“You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t freak out a little,” Stacie said.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca was sitting on the sofa waiting for Chloe to arrive. She was getting anxious and as Chloe’s expected arrival time got closer, Beca’s leg started bouncing up and down, gaining speed as each moment passed.

Beca shifted her position again and was now leaning on the arm of the couch, biting her thumbnail. Stacie sat on the other end, watching Beca with a small smile.

“Ahhh,” Beca yelled, jumping up when a knock sounded on the door.

She stood looking from the door to Stacie and back again.

“I’ll get it,” Stacie said, standing and going over to the door. “Hi, Chloe. Come on in.”

“Thanks again for the dinner invite,” Chloe said as she entered, holding a bottle of wine. “I brought some wine.”

“Hey, Chloe,” Beca said with a small wave.

“Hi, Beca,” Chloe said. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Is it?” Beca thought, looking down at her feet. “Is that why you’ve been avoiding me?”

Beca looked up to see Chloe staring at her; she shook her head to clear her thoughts.

“Yeah, um, it’s good to see you again, too,” Beca finally said.

“So, um, we’re just planning to order something for dinner,” Stacie said. “We waited to see what you like before we ordered. Do you have any preferences?”

“Oh, no,” Chloe said, still looking at Beca. “I’m good with whatever you guys want.”

“Won’t you sit down?” Stacie said. “I’ll get some glasses for the wine.”

“Oh, um, thank you,” Chloe said, finally looking away from Beca. “Wine would be lovely.”

“Oh, my God,” Chloe thought. “Wine would be lovely? What the Hell was that?”

Chloe noticed Beca moving to the sofa and made her way over as well. They both sat and Chloe turned to face Beca.

“I owe you an apology,” Chloe said. “Stacie told me about your efforts to schedule another massage.”

“That’s right,” Beca said, nodding. “But, you were always busy. I thought maybe you were avoiding me because I fell asleep during my massage.”

“Oh, no,” Chloe said, reaching out for Beca’s hand. “I mean, yes, actually, I was kind of avoiding having you schedule another massage with me.”

“Why?” Beca asked, pulling her hand away from Chloe. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Chloe said, sitting on her hands to keep from taking Beca’s hand again. “It wasn’t anything you did. Unless being adorable is doing something wrong.”

“Wait…you think I’m adorable?”

“Well, yeah, I do,” Chloe said, shrugging. “And I was trying to figure out how I could see you again, but not as a client. It would have been unethical for me to ask you out and keep you as a client.”

“So, what I’m hearing is that you won’t take me on as a client because you want to date me?”

“Only if you want that, too,” Chloe said quickly.

“Of course, I want that, too,” Beca said. “I mean, you’ve seen you. I’d be crazy to turn down a date with you.”

Chloe’s smile widened as she stared at Beca.

Just then, Stacie walked in carrying a tray holding three glasses and Chloe’s bottle of wine. She stopped and looked from Beca to Chloe.

“What did I miss?” Stacie asked as she set the tray on the coffee table.

“Beca and I were just talking,” Chloe said, her gaze still fixed on Beca. “And, as much as I appreciate the invite to dinner, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind if I take a raincheck so I can take Beca out tonight. Just the two of us, so we can talk and get to know each other.”

Beca’s smile widened as she looked at Chloe.

“You don’t mind do you, Stacie?” Beca asked.

“I don’t mind,” Stacie said. “You two go and enjoy yourselves.”

“I should change,” Beca said, looking down at what she was wearing.

“You don’t have to,” Chloe said. “I figure we’ll just do something lowkey and casual.”

“Oh, okay,” Beca said, smiling as she held out her hand toward Chloe. “Shall we go?”

“Let’s,” Chloe said, taking Beca’s hand and letting her lead the way.

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Three months later, Beca came home from another date with Chloe. She was singing as she entered the house.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Stacie said.

“I am,” Beca said, smiling.

“I need details,” Stacie said, patting the space next to her. “But, first, how’s Chloe? Since you two have started dating I barely see either of you.”

“Chloe is wonderful,” Beca said, dropping down onto the sofa next to Stacie. “Amazing. Kind. Generous. Beautiful. And, don’t get me started on her eyes. I mean, wow!”

“I get it,” Stacie said, chuckling. “You like her.”

“Nope,” Beca said, shaking her head. “It’s more than that. I think I love her.”

“You love her?” Stacie repeated.

“Yeah,” Beca said. “At least I think it’s love. I’ve never really been in love before so I have no point of reference. But, I do like the way she makes me feel and I want to be around her all the time so I can always feel like this.”

“Oh, my God, Beca,” Stacie said. “You just described how I feel about Aubrey. You, my friend, are definitely in love.”

“Yeah?” Beca said, her smile widening. “I guess I am. I just have to figure out how to tell Chloe that I love her without freaking her out.”

“Don’t force it,” Stacie said. “Just say it when it feels right.”

“You’re right,” Beca said, standing. “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.”

~~ Beca Needs Some Stress-Relief ~~

Beca woke the next morning with a smile on her face as thoughts of Chloe danced around in her head. She grabbed her phone and sent off a text asking Chloe if she wanted to go to the Farmer’s Market with her. Chloe responded almost immediately with a yes.

Beca jumped out of bed and went to the shower. She got dressed and went downstairs.

“Where are you off to this morning?” Stacie asked.

“Chloe and I are going to the Farmer’s Market,” Beca said.

“Oh,” Stacie said. “Sounds like fun. Enjoy!”

“I will,” Beca said and left.

“Maybe I’ll get a chance to tell Chloe that I love her,” Beca thought as she drove.

Beca arrived at Chloe’s and stood nervously outside her door. She wiped her sweaty hands down her thighs before finally knocking on the door.

“Hey,” Chloe said, smiling at Beca.

“Hi,” Beca responded with a goofy smile.

“You look adorable,” Chloe said, looking Beca up and down. “But what’s with that smile?”

Chloe points to Beca’s face, using her finger to circle the air around Beca’s mouth.

“I love you,” Beca blurted out.

Chloe’s finger stopped in mid-circle.

“What?”

“I love you,” Beca repeated, her smile growing.

Chloe didn’t say anything, she just pulled Beca to her, smashing their lips together.

Beca reached up and took Chloe’s face in her hand. She smiled as she held onto Chloe and deepened the kiss.

The kiss continued and Beca felt something wet slide down over her fingers. She pulled back from the kiss and saw another tear escape from Chloe’s eye.

“Are you okay?” Beca asked, using her thumb to wipe the tear.

“I’m better than okay,” Chloe said, sniffling. “I love you, too, and I was afraid it was too soon and would scare you off if I told you.”

Beca smiled and leaned in to give Chloe another kiss.

“You didn’t scare me and I’m not going anywhere,” Beca murmured just as their lips touched.

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Full prompt from UncleCatwoman: Between the demands of being a new producer, the lowest person on the company totem pole, and missing her mom on her birthday, Beca is way overstressed. So Stacie schedules for Beca to receive a massage from a beautiful, red-headed masseuse - who, after the massage, refuses to rebook or take Beca on as a client ... but only so she can date her without violating her professional ethics.

[jikookiekosmos]

When I Dream of You || jjk

➥Pairing: best friend!jungkook/reader, husband!jungkook/reader

➥Summary: Jungkook always imagined being with you was like a dream come true, and after years of pining he can finally say it’s all he could have ever hoped for and more. But what happens now when Jungkook’s dreams about you no longer have a happy ending?

➥Genre: established relationship, (somewhat?) heavy angst, smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

➥Rating: 18+

➥Words: ~6.2k (little much for a drabble i know, sorry)

➥Content warnings: story mostly told from jungkook’s POV, jungkook has a nightmare, feelings of insecurity and anxiety, mentions of harassment (not much), yoongi to the rescue (seriously he’s the voice of reason i love him), making out, grinding, slight hair pulling, riding on top, reader is in control (and jk is happy about it), unprotected sex (safe sex is great sex), cumming inside, cute times in the shower, jungkook is actually the sweetest, reader and jk are so in love with each other it hurts, also jk saying ‘only for you’ is a thing i started and can’t stop now oops

A/N: hello! This is part of my Only for You (OFY) Drabble series, but it can be read as a stand-alone! Their relationship will make a lot more sense though if you’ve read OFY beforehand. This fic takes place roughly around a year after the events of OFY. (I also mentioned this in the post for OFY but for those who haven’t read it, the Kun in the story isn’t referring to any other irl person specifically, it was just a name I chose to make the initial story easier to write.)

As always, thank you to @dntaewithluv​ for being so supportive of me and motivating me to keep writing when there are times I feel like I shouldn’t. And for also being my beta-reader and just generally an amazing person, one of the best friends I could ever ask for.

I’ve written a few other drabbles and will list them below, along with a general timeline:

Use My Best Colors For Your Portrait - ~6 months after OFY

Stay With Me - a few months after this dream drabble

I know this is the most angsty thing I’ve written so far (update: Stay With Me now holds this title), but I got attached to these characters and wanted to tell more of their story so here we are. I basically wrote this all in one sitting because I’ve had this idea in my head for a little while and I was excited to get it out. I hope that if you read this, you enjoy it~

➥OFY Spotify Playlist (songs I listened to for inspo)

➥Series Masterlist

➥All Works Masterlist

taglist: @inlovewiththemoonn​​

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Jungkook was dreaming again.

It was a dream he’d had many times now, and it always started the same way. He watched as you appeared in the doorway of the chapel, ready to make your trek down the aisle.

You looked dazzling in your dress, and through the thin veil that covered your face, Jungkook could see the brilliant smile you wore, which caused him to break out into one of his own. Each step that brought you closer to him made his heart race faster, and it didn’t take long for you to finally be in front of him.

Well…somewhat in front of him.

He could only watch as at the last second, you turned slightly and were now standing in front of Kun, the man you were originally meant to marry. Jungkook’s stomach twisted with fear as he observed Kun lift your veil over your head and take your hands in his as you both stared into each other’s eyes. You, looking at Kun with all the love in the world, because that’s just how you were. And Kun, looking back at you, with a sinister expression that made Jungkook feel dizzy.

He opened his mouth to object, to speak, to do something but no sound would come out. Everyone around him that had gathered to see you get married were either oblivious to Jungkook’s obvious distress, or they just didn’t care.

They weren’t here for him, after all. They were here for you, in the same way that he was here for you, too.

When his legs could finally move without crumpling underneath him, he walked over to stand next to you and Kun as he tried to reach out to you. He couldn’t touch you, though, because it was like there was an invisible wall in between the two of you now. A wall he could still see through but couldn’t reach past. He moved back at the realization, only to be met with something similar hitting his back.

Jungkook whirled around and was met with the same thing, now surrounding him on all sides, trapping him inside some sort of box. A box where he could still see what was happening but couldn’t stop it despite what he did. He felt suffocated.

He was shouting from inside his new prison, banging on the walls, trying to make any sort of sound that would reach you. And he knew you couldn’t hear him; you didn’t spare even one glance his way. But he still had to try. The longer he let this go on, the greater the chance of losing you grew to be.

And the possibility of that, of losing you in any capacity, was something he couldn’t bear to even think about.

Jungkook could hear everything coming from your mouth. The cheerfulness in your voice was usually something he loved to hear under any given circumstance. But in this case, it was threatening to tear him apart. He listened dismally as the two of you started reciting your vows to each other.

And his heart started to break when he heard the words from the letter he’d tried to give you all those years ago. Tears were forming in his vision as he listened to Kun rattle off the words he’d written for you. Words he never got to claim as his own until much later, when it was almost too late.

He could feel his heart shatter at the sight of the breathtaking smile on your face as you two finished your vows, moving now to kiss each other and seal the deal.

He tried once more to call out to you, but any sound he could’ve possibly made would’ve been immediately drowned out by the cheering from everyone around you.

His legs gave out as he knelt down to the floor, helplessly staring at you as you linked your arm with Kun’s to walk back down the aisle as a newly married couple. It took the last bit of his strength to look up as you passed, and you didn’t notice him.

But Kun did.

Kun paused in front of Jungkook, still separated by that invisible wall, and he grinned. It was the kind of grin you’d expect from someone who’s sole purpose in life was to sabotage others’ happiness. Which, ironically enough, is exactly what Kun was now known for.

All Jungkook could do was look on while you left the chapel, followed by the many guests who had gathered for the ceremony. Only when everyone was gone was he able to move about freely, but he opted to remain seated on the floor there instead as the chapel slowly started to fill with darkness once the doors closed.

Jungkook awoke with a start, bolting upright and inhaling a sharp intake of air. He was covered in sweat that dampened his hair and made it stick to his forehead. His breathing was shallow, and it took him a few seconds to remember where he was.

He was at home, in his bed. It was nighttime and sleeping next to him was a figure who’d remained undisturbed by his sudden movement.

He cautiously looked over at your sleeping form. You were turned on your side, facing away from him, breathing peacefully. His eyes softened at the sight and he could feel his heartbeat start to slow down into a pace much less frantic.

He pushed his hair out of his face as he took a deep breath. He knew he should probably wake you, especially since you always told him to do so whenever he had nightmares. Lately, he hadn’t been having any bad dreams, so it had been a while since he last had to rouse you from your slumber.

He reached an arm out, only for it to gently fall by his side. He hated waking you unless it was really important, because he knew you sometimes had trouble sleeping, and this included falling back asleep if something made you wake up during the middle of the night. You’d been especially exhausted lately, what with the new exciting event that had suddenly happened in both of your lives.

Well, exciting wasn’t really the right word. Terrifying fit way better.

After managing to avoid Kun for over an entire year, he somehow turned up at your new place of employment one day, surprising you and frightening you all at the same time. He told the staff at the front desk that he was an ‘old friend, here to congratulate you on your new position.’ And they believed it, so they let him come up to your office unsupervised.

Let’s just say when Jungkook heard about that little ordeal, he was not pleased at all.

Ever since then, Kun had been borderline harassing you, even sometimes going as far as to try and talk to Jungkook during his shifts at the bar. That lasted for all of maybe 2 encounters before Kun found himself banned and unable to return.

You both thought he was out of your life for good after the break-up, but he was proving to be much more of a plague than you or Jungkook initially imagined. So yes, these recent events had maybe been causing Jungkook to have intrusive thoughts once again that translated themselves into the one recurring nightmare he used to have shortly after the two of you got together.

The nightmare of him losing you. You obviously didn’t end up marrying Kun, but you came a lot closer to it than Jungkook liked. And that wasn’t because he’d been pining after you for years; he could’ve dealt with that, if it ended with you being happy. It was more so the reason that your relationship with Kun hadn’t seemed genuine on his end, and Jungkook wanted better for you than that.

Sometimes he wondered if he was the right one to give you what you deserved.

He shook his head to keep more thoughts from seeping in, but he knew sitting here alone in the dark wouldn’t help with that for long. He glanced at the time on his phone. It was 2:08 A.M., so not too late, but most people were usually sleeping at that time.

Nonetheless, Jungkook pulled back the covers and swung his feet over the side of the bed to stand up. He moved as gently as possibly to not risk waking you, but on his way to the bathroom he had to pass by your side of the bed.

Your sleeping face was free of worry, and your lips were slightly parted as you were breathing softly. The sight made Jungkook’s heart thump. He couldn’t help himself when he leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on your forehead.

If you woke up, he’d just tell you he had to use the restroom and try to coax you back to sleep. You looked too cute for him not to kiss you, though, so he deduced it was worth the risk.

He padded off to the bathroom then, only wearing a pair of gym shorts. Every step he took was calculated so he didn’t make much noise, and when he finally made it to the bathroom, he closed the door as quietly as possible, listening to the faint click before he leaned against the sink.

He sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for. After dialing the number, he put the phone to his ear, and within 2 rings someone picked up.

“Kook? You ok?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yeah, Yoongs, I’m ok. Just needed to talk to someone, that’s all.”

He heard shuffling from the end of the line and he felt a small pang of guilt at the fact that he may have woken his friend up. But then again, it was Yoongi, and he wasn’t a stranger to being up at this hour.

Yoongi hummed. “Y/N not awake then, huh?”

Jungkook shook his head, despite Yoongi not being able to see him. Yoongi took his silence as confirmation.

“Hm, well you do know I love talking to you, but I am wondering why this time of night?”

Jungkook sighed. Better to get it over with than beat around the bush. “I had a nightmare.”

“Oh no,” he could hear the somberness of Yoongi’s tone. “Is it the same one, or…”

“Same one,” Jungkook answered without hesitation.

“Kook, we’ve been over this-”

“I know,” he groaned, running a hand down his face. “I know. Trust me, I don’t want to keep having this happen either.”

“Can you think of anything that may have triggered it?”

Jungkook tongued his cheek then. The more he thought about it, the only thing he could see as being a potential trigger for these dreams to come flooding back would be Kun’s unwanted reappearance.

While he was still thinking, Yoongi continued.

“Do you think it has anything to do with that asshole showing up again?”

Jungkook smirked. He knew how much disdain Yoongi had for Kun, and for good reason.

“Yeah, it’s exactly that, I’m almost positive.”

It sounded like Yoongi was moving again and Jungkook could just picture him now, sitting up and shaking his head in disappointment, not at Jungkook, but at the situation.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna level with you.”

Jungkook gulped.

“I honestly have no idea why you’re letting someone like that affect you. He’s not worth your time, he’s not worth Y/N’s time, not worth anyone’s time if you ask me. Letting him continue to have this kind of effect on you isn’t healthy.”

Jungkook sighed again, his breath coming out somewhat shaky. “I know, it’s just…it’s hard. It’s really hard, Yoongs. I can’t help but think of how close I came to losing her and fuck it hurts every time I think about it.”

“First of all, you wouldn’t have lost her, and you know that-”

“Yeah but seeing him is a reminder that I came close.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi’s tone was stern now, and Jungkook immediately stopped talking.

Yoongi took a deep breath. “Like I was saying, you wouldn’t have lost her. You mean too much to her and she means too much to you for either of you to have let that happen. Give her a little more credit, yeah?”

At the mention of you, Jungkook’s lips curved upwards into a smile. He knows you’d never allow anything to take you away from him, outside of maybe some things beyond both of your control. But you certainly would never let someone come in between the friendship you both shared.

A friendship that had developed over several years and had now blossomed into a beautiful, loving partnership.

There it was again: you. Anytime Jungkook thought about you, it always made him happy. He was so in love with you and had been for so many years, so it was sometimes still surreal to him that you two were together now. Your smiling face was all he needed to get him through some days.

But right now the vision of you playing out in his head was the sight of you the night he found you in your house kneeling on the floor after Kun broke your marriage off. You looked so utterly broken, and Jungkook made a promise to himself then and there that he’d do anything in his power to make it so you never felt that way again.

“Kook? You still with me there?”

Yoongi’s voice roused Jungkook out of his thoughts. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“Good. You know I worry about you, kid.”

Jungkook smiled. “I know.”

“This is the first time you’ve had this dream in a while, right?”

Jungkook leaned against the sink again, looking at the tiled floor underneath his feet. “Yeah, it’s been months.”

“Then I want you to do something for me, ok?”

Confused, but intrigued, Jungkook shook his head. “Yeah, sure.”

“I want you to take a look at your left hand.”

Jungkook did as he was told, splaying his fingers out in front of him.

“Now tell me what you see?”

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at his gold wedding band as it glistened faintly in the light of the room.

“My wedding ring,” he answered softly.

“Exactly. Your wedding ring. It belongs to you. And it means you’re the one who’s married to her. Not him, not anyone else, but you.”

Jungkook could see exactly where Yoongi was going with this, and the thought made him almost tear up. Yoongi knew exactly what to say and when to say it whenever Jungkook needed reassurance about something, and this was one of those times.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna tell you this, and it’s something I want you to remember. Y/N loves you. She loves you so much. My God, sometimes it’s hard to look at you two because you’re always so lovey dovey like-”

Jungkook laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

He could imagine Yoongi smiling on the other end. “Good. I think as long as you remember that, you’ll be ok. It’d probably still help to talk to her, though. You know how upset she’d be if she knew you were suffering in silence about your dreams again.”

Jungkook shakily inhaled, his grip on the sink behind him tightening. “I know. I’ll talk to her, probably in the morning since she’s still asleep-”

Jungkook cut himself off when he heard the soft sound of you calling his name. “Yoongs, I gotta go, thank you for answering and for everything else.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Anytime. Night, Kook.”

Jungkook hung up the phone and peered from behind the bathroom door. He saw you sitting up in the bed now, rubbing your eyes before you stretched. He was so fond of you, the sight made his heart swell.

He also noticed how the t-shirt you were wearing had ridden up some during your stretch and he could see the exposed skin of your thighs now now. He even thought that something as simple as you wearing a t-shirt was breathtaking. And when it was one of his t-shirts, like it was now – on some days it was enough to drive him crazy.

Now wasn’t the time for that though. He watched lovingly as you focused your eyes on him and smiled. He wasted no time getting back in the bed with you, seated with one leg crossed under him, his hand coming down to rest on top of your own.

“Hey,” you greeted him with a lazy kiss. Jungkook melted into the kiss when you deepened it, because after everything he just went through, any touch from you now was igniting all his feelings for you.

All of them, which is why he pulled back to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hey,” he said with a smile, nuzzling his nose against yours before pulling away to look at you. He could tell you were still sleepy, but you wouldn’t attempt to go back to sleep without talking first. Especially since he knew you could tell something might be off.

Your brows furrowed. “Koo? What’s wrong?”

Jungkook took a deep breath, intertwining his fingers with yours. “I had another nightmare.”

The immediate look of concern on your face made his heart lurch, and not in a pleasant way. “Baby, what happened?”

He brought up your hand to place a kiss on your knuckles, right above your ring.

“I had that nightmare. You know the one…”

You frowned. “Jungkook-”

“But it’s ok, really. I talked to Yoongi and I feel a little better.” He was looking anywhere but your face now, so you placed a hand under his chin, tilting it up so he’d look at you.

“You know you can always wake me up and talk to me.” You brushed your thumb across one of his cheekbones and he sighed into the touch.

“I know. You’ve been having trouble sleeping lately so I-”

“You also know that if I have trouble sleeping, usually cuddling with you helps. So please don’t use that as an excuse.”

Jungkook felt guilty again because he knew you were right. Before he came along, sleeping wasn’t always easy for you, but in the comfort of his arms, you found slumber much faster these days.

You took Jungkook’s face in both of your hands, your own chest twisting with pain at the sight of him. His big, doe-like eyes were shining with so much emotion, and all you wanted to do was take away all his worries.

“Do you know why you had that dream again?”

Jungkook nodded, absentmindedly brushing his thumb along your thigh. “Everything that’s happened with Kun lately, it- I don’t know, it just bothers me. It bothers me way more than it should. And I guess it just made me think again about- well, you know.”

Jungkook’s head hung then, and you leaned down so you could look into his eyes once more. He brought his head up to keep you from having to lean uncomfortably like that for too long.

“Koo,” you brushed a piece of his long, dark curly locks out of his face. “I love you. I’m in love with you. I know that things happened in the past that we can’t erase or change, but what we can do is focus on our future. Our future that we’re building together.”

He started to smile at your words, his heart lurching again now, but in a good way this time. Every time you told him you were in love with him, he felt like he could conquer the world.

“So please don’t worry about what almost happened or what could’ve been, because what matters is we’re here now. We’re here together. And I don’t plan on going anywhere,” you placed a quick peck on his lips, “Unless you want me to, that is.”

Jungkook quickly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you so you were straddling his lap, making you giggle as you tried to steady yourself. His hands rested comfortably against your waist and you placed yours on his shoulders. He looked up at you now with so much love and adoration.

“Never. I’m not planning on ever letting you go,” he accentuated his words with his grip around you by wrapping his arms more tightly around your waist to pull you closer to his chest. “Not until the day you decide you don’t want to do this anymore.”

“Well I don’t see that ever happening, so I guess we have nothing to worry about then, do we?” You booped his nose and he grinned, placing a hand on the back of your head to bring your lips down to meet his once more. The kiss was soft, yet passionate.

And it quickly turned into something more.

You deepened the kiss and Jungkook groaned into it, kissing you back now with a fervor that had you unconsciously moving your hips against him. He broke the kiss to lean his head back against the headboard, eyes shut and mouth parted.

“Fuck,” Jungkook panted. “I’m so fucking in love with you, Y/N. And right now,” he opened his eyes to stare at you again, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

His hand snaked underneath your t-shirt to brush at the skin he found there, pulling your head back down for another kiss.

“I want to show you how much I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “Will you let me?”

The sound of his voice shot straight to your core, and you were nodding before he could even finish his question. He chuckled against your lips before he started trailing them down your neck.

“Need to hear you say it, baby,” he spoke as his lips ghosted over your throat, his hold on you tightening.

“Please,” you breathed out, pulling at his dark tresses and making him grunt. “Please, Koo. I want you to make love to me.”

That was all he needed. Jungkook started placing kisses along your neck and down to your collarbone that was exposed from the collar of his shirt, his fists clenching around the material at the bottom of it.

“I love you,” he kept saying in between kisses. “Gonna take care of you.”

He started tugging your shirt up and you met him halfway, ridding yourself of the garment fast enough that it made him chuckle at your eagerness. He started peppering kisses all over your chest, kneading at your breasts, rolling your nipples in between your fingers and making your hips move faster.

You could feel him growing harder underneath you through the thin fabric of the shorts he was still wearing, so you sped up your movements, making him moan.

“These need to come off, don’t you think, baby?” You tugged at his shorts. Another moan came from Jungkook as he nodded, helping you move up so he could shimmy out of his shorts. He still didn’t think he could ever get used to that pet name coming from you, and he thought it was the sexiest thing ever when it fell from your lips.

Of course, Jungkook thought nearly everything you did was sexy. That was just the effect you had on him. Everything intimate was intense in the best way possible, and if this was what being in love felt like, he never wanted to stop being in love with you.

He loved you. He needed you. He wanted to be with you for the rest of his life. And he’d never felt this way about anyone else for.

He felt all of these things for you. Only for you.

Jungkook was pulled out of his thoughts of how much he loved you by the feeling of you grinding down onto him again, this time the only barrier of clothing between the two of you being your own panties.

Yeah, Jungkook wasn’t having that.

He made quick work of removing your soaked panties, laughing again at your enthusiastic impatience. He loved seeing that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Be careful, angel,” He cooed at you as you tried to steady yourself on his lap once more. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs while you huffed, a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Just wanna feel you already,” you said breathily, and the sound of your voice mixed with the words that fell from your mouth made him twitch. He knew he probably wouldn’t last long inside of you, and with the way you were already worked up, he figured you might not either.

But tonight wasn’t one of those nights where he planned on going for hours anyway (even though you both definitely could at times and boy did he love it when that happened). No, tonight was about him proving to you how much he loved you, telling you through his words and soft caresses and the way he took care of you.

And you did the same for him. Jungkook had never had anyone care about him before the way that you do. He knew you’d do anything to ensure his happiness, the same as he would for you.

And that’s also why he thought you were destined to be together. And he hoped he would never fuck that up, that anything would ever fuck that up.

Jungkook heard you whine from your place in his lap, still grinding against him to find some much-needed friction. You felt so good on top of him that he let himself enjoy it for a few moments, soft moans escaping his lips as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. You leaned down to give him another kiss, and in the same movement, he picked you up by your thighs under your ass and placed you back down where his tip was at your entrance.

He grunted against your lips as he felt you sink down onto him, waiting for you to accommodate to the stretch as you’d done many times before. You always told him you could handle it and sometimes you wanted him to be a little rougher with you from the get-go. Jungkook wasn’t at that level where he was comfortable with that yet.

But one day, he thought, especially with how good you feel around him, he just might be.

When he was finally completely inside of you, he waited just enjoying the feel of your warmth around his length. He brushed some hair out of your face, noticing how your eyes were glinting in the faint light of the room.

God, he could never get enough of staring into your eyes. He’d happily get lost in them over and over again.

Now, though, they were starting to close as you picked yourself only to drop down again a moment later. The action caused Jungkook to let out a throaty moan, eyes fluttering closed at the motion.

Hm. That was new.

Usually, Jungkook would guide you with his hands on your hips, and it wasn’t that he didn’t let you have control, it was more that you never really wanted to take control. So, seeing you decide to do it now was exciting and something he’d gladly let happen if that’s what you wanted.

To be sure though, he placed his hands on your waist. You placed yours on top of his and shook your head.

“Let me take the lead,” you said as you pushed his chest to where he was lying down more. “You can keep your hands here, but I want to do the work.”

Jungkook frowned, only because he knew you still had to be tired. “Angel, are you sure? I can help- fuck.”

You cut him off as you clenched around him before you started moving again, his hands constricting around your waist. You placed your hands firmly on your chest to help you get more leverage as you continued moving.

As you sped up, Jungkook leaned his head back into the pillow he was lying on, eyes screwed shut and the prettiest sounds falling from his lips. You watched as the muscles in his neck strained with the movement, and that alone made you want to mark him up.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

Jungkook managed to open his eyes and look at you riding him, the sight making him twitch inside of you. He thought you looked so beautiful like this, and you taking the lead was so hot to him, he knew he’d definitely not last long if you kept this up-

“Do you know,” you broke off to moan as his cock hit a spot inside of you that made your breath hitch, “do you know why I wanted to take control tonight?”

Jungkook swallowed and shook his head, rubbing his hands along your waist.

You smiled at him lovingly, taking one of his hands and bringing it to your lips before linking your fingers. The action made his heart soar.

“It’s because you always take such good care of me. I want to take care of you in that same way,” you squeezed his hand, letting your words wash over him.

“But you do take care of me,” he started to say, only to be interrupted by the feeling of your walls clenching around him again.

“I know. But tonight, I want to show you I know how to take care of you in this way, too. I want to show you how much I love you.” You leaned down, hitting a new angle that had both of you moaning as you brushed your lips against his. “Will you let me?”

Jungkook felt himself getting closer as you repeated his words from earlier. He nodded vigorously, kissing you with so much passion that you thought you might topple over. You sat up straight again and started moving faster, now pulling out as much as possible before dropping back down.

Jungkook’s high was approaching fast because of the combination of you taking control, the way you were riding him, and your words. He was feeling so many things at once and he tried to will himself to not let go.

He didn’t want to let go yet, not until you were there with him.

To help you along, he reached down in between both of you and started rubbing your clit, relishing in the feel of you around him as you stuttered in your movements. He smirked, knowing that even when you were in control, he still had an effect on you the same way you did him.

“Come on, angel, I’m right there, I want you to cum with me.” Jungkook’s voice was husky now, the pleasure threatening to overtake him any second. He bit his lip as he stared at you, watching as your head lolled forward on your neck and you started shaking from the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

“I’m almost there, Koo, I love you so much,” your sounds were increasing in pitch and becoming more frequent, so he knew you were close. All that was left now was for you to reach your high together.

He took your hand that was still intertwined with his and placed a kiss on the inside of your wrist. “I love you, too,” he said softly.

His response was enough to finally provoke your orgasm, it being so powerful that you fell forward on top of him. As you did, you were clenching so tight around him that his release wasn’t far behind. He grunted as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, filling you up, the familiar sensation of warmth making you shiver in his hold.

Both of you were trying to catch your breath, you now completely laying on his chest and his arms snaked around you. He placed a kiss on top of your head and you both just laid there for a few moments.

Jungkook was the one to break the silence. “Well, that was certainly something.”

You giggled. “Yeah, I enjoyed that, Don’t know why I haven’t done that before.” You felt his chest rumble with laughter underneath you.

“Me neither, but you can absolutely do it more often. I know I won’t be opposed.”

“Deal,” you said as you leaned up to place a kiss on his nose. “But only under one condition.”

“Oh?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, intrigued at your proposition.

“You,” you said as you traced patterns on his chest, “need to stop being so cautious with me.”

A tiny frown etched itself onto his features. “Angel-”

“I mean it, Jungkook. I’m not some fragile thing that’s going to break anytime you stick your dick in me.” He couldn’t help the laugh that erupted from him, immediately apologizing afterwards because he knew you were being serious.

“I know you’re not, I just- I never want to hurt you.”

“And I’d let you know if you did. So promise me you’ll at least try to treat me a little less like I’m gonna break under your touch?”

He ran his fingers through your hair as you laid your head on his chest again. “I promise to try. I don’t just do it for you, though.”

You brought your head back up to look at him, quirking your own eyebrow. “Oh? What do you mean?”

He chuckled darkly, his stare alone making you throb. “I also do it so I can maintain some self-control.”

You laughed. “What’s so bad about losing control?”

He smirked. “Nothing, I guess. We’ll have to see though, won’t we?”

The suggestion made you tingle with desire, but you were unfortunately too tired to go again, so you figured it’d be best to leave it alone for the night. Jungkook finally pulled out of you, making you let out a small whine at the loss. Before you could say anything, he picked you up and carried you with him to the shower, as he did most nights when you two shared these intimate moments.

In the shower, he helped you clean off, and as he was washing your hair, you stared up at him, seeing his dark locks falling into his face with the weight of the water that drenched them. His lips were parted and his tongue was slightly sticking out as he concentrated on making sure he lathered every inch of your hair with shampoo. He looked so adorable like this that you couldn’t help but giggle.

You ran your hands along his chest now to help him wash off the soap, and your ring caught the light, glimmering faintly. Jungkook picked up your hand and turned it this way and that to watch the ring shine from different angles, before he linked your fingers together.

“I told you I’d get you a better one, didn’t I?” You rolled your eyes in amusement at the cocky smirk that tugged at his lips.

“You didn’t just tell me, you promised me.” You continued washing all the suds off of him as he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer.

“And did I follow through on my promise?”

You pretended to think about it for a second, making Jungkook tickle you under the shower’s waterfall. “Ok! Ok! Yes, you did,” you said as you laughed. “You always follow through on your promises.”

“I try,” was his soft response. He nudged your cheek with his nose, which is something he did when he wanted a kiss, a habit you were very quick to pick up on in the early stages of your relationship. You wrapped your arms around his neck and stood up on your tiptoes, placing a gentle kiss on his lips that had him letting out a small sound of contentment.

“I love you. And I’m in love with you. Nothing, nor anyone, will change that.” You reassured him as you pushed his hair out of his face. Any doubts he still had you wanted to erase them all.

You wanted him to know that you loved him with everything you had.

He smiled, brushing his nose against yours. “I know. And I love you more than anything. All the love I have to give is for you.” He placed another soft kiss on your lips before he pulled back to quietly add, “Only for you.”

Those three words meant so much to you, and every time you heard him say them it made you fall for him even more, if that was possible. The two of you continued to hold each other and exchange lazy kisses until the water turned too cold to bear. After drying off, you both snuggled back into bed, with you falling asleep almost instantly, feeling safe in Jungkook’s arms.

He kissed the back of your neck and wrapped his arms around you securely, resting his forehead against your shoulder as you both laid on your sides. Your soft breathing let him know you were already asleep and he smiled, elated that he could provide you the comfort you needed to help you fall into peaceful slumber once more.

When Jungkook inevitably followed behind you, he was met with nothing but pleasant dreams, and all of them were about you.

[jikookpancakes]

JIKOOK FIC RECS that no one asked for (2021)

but im giving anyway because THE TALENT IN THIS FANDOM IS INSANE

long post incoming!! this is probably just part 1 because i wont stop reading anytime soon so i’m inserting that link just in case i do make another one in the future

What’s a Soul Really Worth, Anyway? by thisneedsmorefilth - 130k words, fantasy, demon!jm, witch!jk, listen, this and the next one are my top 2 jikook fics of all time, so well-written, plot so exciting legit reads like a book, better than a lot of books tbh, the world-building is INSANE, jungkook and the gang accidentally summon demon!jimin and chaos ensue, especially for jungkook...and you know why!!!, so funny, angsty, cried so much, happy ending but listen to me: you gotta read the sequel too, YOU GOTTA.

Militat Omnis Amans: The Beginnings by edaen - 92k words, fantasy, werewolf!jk, vampire!jm, forbidden love, super slow burn but super worth it, JIKOOK IN THIS IS MY FAVORITE JIKOOK IN ANY FIC EVER EVER EVER, this is the ultimate all or nothing will freeze hell over for the other kind of love, and the way this is written is just so... how do i describe it. like you can just tell the author wanted to be very realistic with their feelings. you’ve seen the word count, this is SLOW burn. like you will legit feel their struggle to just be able to love each other and while it hurts, it’s also SO GLORIOUS. i love this one so much and if you like reading angst with happy ending but like cranked up to 200% then read this. bonus feels if you read the whole series

Until Dawn (series) by edaen - this is the long series where the previous one above is part of. highly rec if you love fantasy and you wanna read about bts being a rag tag group of supernatural beings fighting evil yay. also it makes the above fic more satisfying because you see more of jikook just being tgt and in love (with bonus angst because of course)

7 Signs by NamHyora - 27k words, secret spies au, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm who is always used as a raven in their operations aka they use jimin and his attractive self to attract people and gather information or acquire targets and all that spy stuff, and his bestie alpha jk is not too happy about it hehe, friends to lovers, iove this one so much i wish it was longer but i think the author is planning to write a sequel!

Drop Like Confetti by annie_vi - 110k words, ceo!jk, age difference, age swap, ahhh i love this fic so much cause jimin smart and mature and has this no bs attitude, and he can keep up with jk despite the age gap and the difference in status/experiences, jk sexy dilf in this one eheh, i love it cause the drama/angst tackles a very real concern for such couples, like there’s no angst just for the sake of having angst, it really makes sense where they’re both coming from, they’re so whipped for eo too so love that for me

Fold it Up Like Origami by annie_vi - 99k words, gamer!jk, model!jm, same author as above and jk is so boyfriend goals in this one and in all this author’s fics in general like wow my standards are so high now i will legit be single forever just reading jikook fics (with no regrets), secret relationship due to their celeb status, well-written as usual, dialogues/banter in this author’s fics are just YES

The Tournament by kinkmins - 34k words, prince!jm, bodyguard!jk, abo, i’ll paste part of the summary here “Prince Jimin gets ready to hold a tournament where 50 alphas compete for a chance to court him, his father the king hires a new bodyguard who is a little too blunt and a little too talkative.“, i really love this oneeeee

Screwed Up and Brilliant by annie_vi - 113k words, escort!jk, jimin needed a date for a work event and in comes jungkook, escort extraordinaire with a no sex rule and jimin is just dasdkjfhasl, a lot of that “is this real or is he just acting” kinda angst, fluff smut angst

Like Everything Glows by annie_vi - 180k words, merman!jm, aquatic vet!jk, ok this is like my 4th rec from this author just read all their fics you’re welcome, this is their first fantasy fic but soso good, i rec’d this to someone who doesn’t really read fics and she really loved it and said “their love is so pure hhh”, she’s right

Track one: I love you by honeydice - 30k words, they’re “just” best friends, lots of pining it hurts, there’s some yoonmin and mentioned past jinmin in this so just noting in case, angst, denial of feelings, siiiiigh

InYou by edaen - 4k words, pwp :), abo, the morning after jikook mating, more sexytimes ensue + fluff

Falling For You Again by Rose_gold715 - 30k words, amnesia au, jk forgets about jimin and idk just something about this hits right in the feels. btw i don’t support the jk hated jm before in real life agenda so i don’t like this fic for that reason but i like this fic because i love me some good painful angst with happy ending.

The President’s Son by AmeliaBedelia - 55k words, bodyguard!jk, president’s son!jm, jk is assigned to shadow jm bc his life is under threat, and things develop :), jm is jk’s gay awakening :) :)

A Touch of Sin by pettey - 102k words, fantasy au, police officer!jk, supernatural!jm, shamanism, LOOK AT THE RANGE OF JIKOOK WRITERS YALL, this is such an interesting concept, so different from every other fic i’ve read, really well-written, sometimes you come across fics and you cant help but go “someone out there rly blessing me with this art for free”

Tears to the Tide by haromame - 65k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, honestly there’s not a lot of abo elements it’s focused more on jungkook having ptsd as he just came from war, established relationship jikook, he comes back home to jimin and things have just... changed. except their love ok THEY LOVE EO SO MUCH this made me cry so f much ugh so good tho.

Zero Hour by edaen - 5k words, canon compliant, a little drabble based around rosebowl jikook, it’s part of a series/collection of canon compliant jikook so if you’re looking for more canon compliant here you go!!, also if you can’t tell already i tend to like several things from a single author, i haven’t read their other fics im legit saving for sad days but i am confident enough to say their other fics are also rec-worthy.

Wonder by wordcouture - 7k words, im sorry in advance, mcd :( pls take care of yourself, i don’t like sad endings ok i don’t, but this is so popular and i was like, ok let’s see what the hype is all about, i get it now, :((((((((((((((((((((, well-written tho, bc the author will manage to crush your heart in just 7k words ha ha

The Omega Revolution by PinkBTS  - 158k words, abo, alpha!jk omega!jm, dystopian au, the hunger games more specifically mockingjay vibes, angst with happy ending but there’s some...things... lost along the way and i think that’s realistic for a dystopian war au, well-written

Blind Switch - 226k words, jockey!jk, rich spoiled brat!jm, jm gets exiled to his grandparents ranch where he meets jk yeehaw, im sorry for the yeehaw, anyway fluff smut angst enemies friends to lovers hurt/comfort slow burn happy ending, all the good stuff, ugh jk so boyfriend goals, also the amount of fluff in the later chapters thank u writer

Finally by Rose_gold715 - 12k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, angst with happy ending, jikook mate out of convenience and jimin runs away from jk and his pack feeling unloved and outcasted, but jungkook goes after him :((

Park Jimin’s Guide to Good Housekeeping by Ashlyn17 - 235k words, fantasy au, when i say jikook has the best fic writers i mean jikook has the best fic writers because THE WORLD-BUILDING in this one?, THE PLOT TWIST?, yesyesyes, jungkook is a powerful fae and jimin is assigned to be his housekeeper hehe, listen my entire fic rec has several that could be great netflix shows and this is definitely one of them

A Spell That Reminds Me of Your Name by Chimneycricket - 42k words, wizards!au, enemies to friends to lovers and the development felt natural, well-written plus the author sometimes makes art of their fics and other jikook fics and posts on twitter, both their fics and art are so good, i’ve heard good stuff about their other fics too :)

that’s it for now!

just a quick one about my preferences: idc about tops/bottoms, i read just about anything but i prefer fantasy and multi-chaptered fics, i love established relationship jikook so hmu with recs anytime, i don’t like reading anything with cheating and mcd, i love fics where jk and jm are just so friggin in love they are just IT for eo, and at the end of the day even if there are elements to the fics i wouldn’t normally read, as long as they’re well-written then i’m all for it

[levi-my-beloved]

Birds of a Feather

Chapter one

Pairings: Canon!Levi x F!reader

Content warnings: violence, swearing

Word count: 4K

Summary: You were the most notorious criminal in the Underground City. With your organisation of highly skilled professionals, only one man could take you down. He also happened to be Humanity’s Strongest… and your ex.

A/N: asdfghjkl hello there. so, this has been on my brain for a while now, so i started this as just a drabble. what i thought would stay as just a drabble turned into this 22k+ multi chapter fic because i have zero self restraint or self respect. i’m currently finishing chapter 5 as this is being posted, but i want to keep chapters posted around once every two weeks so i can keep up with the workload. maybe once a week if i start feeling spicy. yeah plot twist this is actually the second time i’ve drafted this up. the first time i managed to get everything done and in order and then manages to delete the entire post with my huge disgusting thumbs. Genuinely felt like crying for a good half an hour.

This is also my first Levi fic! yay! lmk if it sucks and idk i’ll cry or something. nah, in all seriousness please send me criticism cuz i really want to improve and critiques are the best way.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔

“How down, Raven?”

“Six feet.”

Within the dank confines of a stinking alleyway, two green capes marked with the Military Police insignia crept ever closer to the taller, run-down building upon which you and your little squad of Shadows were now perched. No sunlight illuminated your position. Not that you’d ever seen the sun, or know what it even looked like, but you based your guesses upon the pathetic rays shining through the grates littering the ceiling of the Underground City.

The language you used with your Shadows, coded words translated to:

‘How do you want them to be dealt with?’

‘Death.’

It was something developed by your late guardian and mentor, Viper. See, you all had aliases in The Nest, your criminal organisation. The leader was often referred to as The Raven, however your mentor preferred to use his own nickname, stemming from his own reputation.

Then come the aliases for your Shadows. Prongs was your second, a tall, stern looking man with the black mask of a stag settled across his features.

Then came Wolf, and you swore the first time you’d set eyes on him, you thought a titan had wandered into the city. He was enormous, all 6ft 6ins of him carved in hard muscle. Slicked back silver hair and a beard that to rival a bear. Similar to Prongs, a mask sat upon his face, resembling that of a snarling wolf.

Following him was Verdant, Scales and Diablo. Your power trio. Though their special talents lay in different professions, get these three together and they were borderline unstoppable. A white mask decorated with three broad maple leaves obscured Verdant’s pretty features, Scales sported a bronze half mask etched with a snake-like diamond pattern, whilst Diablo, your trained escort, had opted for something that accentuated her own gorgeous features, a mask of black leather arcing high onto her brow on the left side, whilst the right arced low by her jaw. Though you were already spoken for, you couldn’t deny the beauty of Diablo. She did wonders when prying information between the legs of a moaning MP.

To your left crouched the twins, Una and Leaf. Una was gifted her name by none other than you yourself, after seeing her accuracy with a rifle. A single shot was all it took, from any distance. She wore no mask, something you’d allowed simply because she’d complained about the sight obstruction when lining up a shot. You’d agreed, but only under the condition that she wore a low hood. Her fiercely protective brother Leaf had chewed you out for that, but you knew he meant well. Leaf was good at what he did, excellent, in fact. Which was part of the reason you kept him on as a Shadow. The larger part was that you were damn fond of him. Of all of them, in fact. You loved every single one of your Shadows. Every single damned member of The Nest, you adored. You were their leader, afterall.

A masked helmet of black leather, similar material to Diablo’s, perched snug upon your own features. The hooked beak and obsidian feathers of a raven decorated the necessity, covering your face and hair, though leaving your lower features visible. It was a rite of passage, for you especially, and it signalled the start of your leadership.

“Una, set up. Verdant, Prongs, roundabout. Wolf…” your eyes slid to the giant man on your right, a dark smile slicing across your mouth. “Heel.”

The boulder of a man visibly sagged, clearly disappointed at your orders whilst the others sprang into action. Prongs and Verdant leapt across the rooftops in separate directions whilst Una removed her rifle from her back, parting her heavy cloak to reveal rounds and rounds of bullets strapped across her body. Leaf nestled closer into her side, whilst the other four took a step back. It was obvious you’d all been at this for a very long time, despite the twins not looking a day older than sixteen. In fact, most of your squad was younger than you, save for Wolf and Prongs, who had served their respective roles twice previously.

Sitting back on your heels, you watched your team get to work, the warmth of pride blossoming in your chest. Whilst you knew Prongs and Wolf were already incredibly skilled, the rest had flourished under your leadership. It had been ten years since you’d witnessed MPs put a bullet through your mentor’s skull. Ten long years since you’d taken up leadership and expanded the reaches of The Nest. Honestly, you were pretty proud of yourself, and none more so than when you watched your Shadows do what they do best.

Taking care of unwanted visitors.

Una took aim, resting the butt of her rifle in the crook of her shoulder, staring down the makeshift scope. She would be ready to take care of the two soldiers if either Prongs or Verdant failed to eliminate their targets.

Speaking of which…

That kernel of pride ignited as your (E/C) eyes followed Verdant’s careful, calculating form dropping from the rooftops above the alleyway, in sync with Prong’s own movements. The two assassins swooped with the grace of a stooping hawk, the silver glint of metal caught your eye as they both brandished their blades, before sinking the steel into the necks of the two soldiers. You didn’t need to be closer to see they were both dead. Expert precision. Deadly accuracy. That was why these people were your hand-picked Shadows. And why you were the most formidable gang leader in the Underground City. Your little criminal organisation had expanded into something to rival the killcount of Kenny the Ripper. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.

Una lowered her weapon, strapping it back in the buckles between her shoulder blades.

“Finished.” she simply stated, turning back to drop down between the shattered tiles and splintered ceiling beams that marked your entrance and exit to this lookout point.

“Rendezvous back at The Nest,” you ordered flatly, before dropping forward and into the alleyway below.

“Anything?” you ask, a brow raised behind your raven mask as you saunter over. Prongs held up two sets of blades from one of the crimson bodies now gathering dirt and grime. Useless to you as they were, but somebody would definitely find an interest in them. Verdant seemed to be struggling with the straps of whatever gear these mosquitoes used to fly around. You’d never been able to figure out how to use it, but that shit made good money when in doubt. However, your usual buyers had disappeared off the face of the city, and you’d noticed a decline in gear sales since then. Gritting your teeth, you shook your head to Verdant, laying a hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t. It’s not worth it. The thug trio haven’t been back in years. I doubt they’d return to us now,” you explain softly, prompting the girl to stop her struggles and huff defeatedly. You’re heart ached softly at the thought of him, but you pushed the feeling down.

“Here,” she muttered, handing you another rifle. It seemed to be a newer model, something of an upgrade for Una.

“You did good, Ver. I’m proud of you,” that seemed to immediately lighten the girl’s mood, her eyes shining behind her mask as her mouth widened into a toothy grin.

“Thanks Raven!” she beamed, before scampering off back to The Nest, almost forgetting to take the gun back from your outstretched hand in her haste to make it back and tell everyone she’d received a compliment from you. It wasn’t an everyday occurrence. Rather it only happened once in a blue moon…

A huffed chuckle had your head turning and eyes narrowing to your second in command.

“Can I help you?” you ask, your tone dripping with the poisonous threat of hell if he chose his next words poorly. But Prongs continued to smile ever so slightly, shaking his head.

“Not at all, Raven. It’s just, in the last few years, since you drafted her into the Shadows, she’s really come into her own,” Prongs explained simply, shrugging as she stooped to kick over the now drained corpse, hoping to find anything useful. You bristle ever so slightly. That was something you hated. Compliments. How the fuck were you supposed to respond? You tried to think back to when Viper tried to teach you simple social skills.

“Uh, yeah. She has,” you respond, keeping your features as neutral as you could as you turned away, beginning to trudge back to The Nest.

“I’m serious, Rave. You’ve done incredible things for us. You know Viper would be proud of you. I am too. But…” Prongs trailed off, clearing having something to say but not knowing how to say it.

“Go on. But what?” you pressed, wanting to hear what your second in command had to say.

“Well, don’t you think it’s a bit much? Rave, it’s been years. Eyes have started looking in our direction since those three vanished. You don’t think we should be lying low for a bit? Calming suspicions instead of rousing them?” Prongs offered gently. You knew, deep down, he was right. But some notable gang disappearing hasn’t stopped you before, and it sure as hell wouldn’t stop you now.

“I’ll talk to Scar about it,” even just the mention of your advisor, and wife’s name gave your stomach butterflies. Scarlett Obsidine, your other, and better, half. After the disappearance of a certain dark haired man, Scar was the woman who comforted you, and though you missed him dearly, your heart managed to haphazardly piece itself back together and love all over again.

“Rave, listen—“

“Let’s go,” Prongs closed his mouth, the tone of your voice stating clearly that this matter wasn’t up for discussion. Especially not with him.

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“You know he’s right,” you couldn’t help but sigh when your wife’s soft tones calmed your irritated mood. Soft hands gently kneaded at the tense muscles in your shoulders, forcing them to relax as a tired moan escaped your lips. Leaning back, you peer into her shining sapphire eyes, locks of brunette framing your face as she took the sides of your cheeks in her hands and leaned down, softly pecking your lips with her own. You couldn’t help humming a smile against her mouth, reaching up to deepen the kiss, but she pulled away before you could.

“Scaaaaar…” you pout, looking up at her mischievous smirk as she winked playfully.

“(Y/N)...” Scarlett sighed, swinging her legs over your body to sink into your lap, one thumb now caressing one of the most prominent features on your face. A nasty, jagged scar ran down from the the top of your forehead, over your right eye and finishing just past your jaw bone. One (E/C) iris lighter than the other as a result of the old wound. Soft lips chase away the shadows of your past as Scarlett replaced her thumb with her mouth.

“(Y/N), I don’t want to find you dead in some alleyway because you picked a fight you couldn’t win,” a finger poked your chest as she huffed above you, feigning irritation. You roll your eyes, (E/C) landing on your gear now strung across the table. That raven helmet almost calling to you as you shook your head. Disagreeing with your wife was never a good idea, but you were feeling particularly bold this evening.

“Look. So many jobs have opened up recently. We have so many opportunities to make this life more comfortable. More jobs means more money, more money means we can afford the gate toll and actually see the world above ground. And I can finally buy you an actual ring.”. Technically, you two weren’t married. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to perform marriage ceremonies in the underground City? But, it was easier than saying you were devoted to each other in every single way.

Lightly smacking your chest, Scarlett raised herself from your lap with a hefty sigh. “One of these days (Y/N), you’re going to be captured or killed,” she said quietly, unable to meet your eyes. “And then what the hell will I do…?” Scarlett had now completely turned away from you, shoulders hunched. Running a hand down your face, you pick your sore body up from the chair, reaching her in a matter of strides.

“I can’t give this up, Scar. You know that. You knew that when you chose to be with me. You knew The Nest was always going to be my priority,” you held out your arm, hand hovering over her back, not sure whether to comfort her or let her go. The admission almost had her in tears, you could tell by the way her shoulders shook ever so gently.

“You still miss him don’t you?” It was her vulnerable, defeated tone that alerted you to the slight change of topic.

You fell silent, not really knowing how to respond. Yes, of course you missed him. You loved him more than anything. But those days are over, you knew that. You’d cried enough those following nights after his disappearance.

He was probably dead anyway.

“Of course I do,” you wouldn’t lie to her. That wasn’t fair. But you knew the truth was just as painful for her.

“Will I ever be enough? Will I ever be enough to replace him?” the sound of her voice had your heart in pieces. You loved Scarlett. You really did. But your heart wouldn’t let you love her wholly. Part of yourself will always be dedicated to that grumpy kid you’d fallen for all those years ago.

“Scar… I—”

“I know,” she whispered, stepping forward away from your outstretched grasp. “I know,” you watched as the woman you loved, and who loved you, stepped from your shared quarters, hovering in the doorway. “I’m sorry I asked,” she closed the door as she left, leaving you a frustrated, conflicted mess.

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“Understood, I’ll bring them in right away. Thank you Niles,” The Commander of the MPs stood opposite Erwin, arms folded. An expression of irritation plastered on his sunken features. Erwin simply sighed, realising Niles was wanting to stay for this seemingly impromptu meeting. With a nod of his head, a cadet rushed off to find the two soldiers mentioned in their little conversation. Being Commander of the Scouts often had its perks, like having cadets around to run errands for him.

Niles cleared his throat, taking a seat on the green leather sofa within Erwin’s office. “You sure he’d help us? I mean, it wasn’t too long ago he actually decided killing you was probably a bad idea.”—he raised a thin brow, peering at Erwin with barely concealed suspicion—“I’m pretty sure the Underground City would be the last place he’d want to return.” a knock at the door cut their conversation short, both turning their heads as Erwin called;

“Enter.”

Hange was the first to make her presence known, poking her head in as she opened the door. A smile adorned the slightly dishevelled section commander, her hair sticking up in all directions. Clearly she had been in the middle of something when Erwin requested her presence.

“You asked to see us, Erwin?” her eyes sparkling with curiosity behind her glasses as she stepped through the door.

“Tch, just make it quick, I have shit to do,” the monotone voice of Levi behind her made Erwin pinch the bridge of his nose. How many times has he told him not to talk to him like that?

“Yes, come in and make yourselves comfortable.” Hange immediately took up a seat next to Niles on the sofa, Levi preferring to stand against the now closed door, arms folded. Erwin’s sharp eyes shifted to Niles, an indication for the MP Commander to speak.

“Well, no point in beating around the bush. We’ve received an anonymous tip about some criminal gang that’s been plaguing my soldiers in the Underground City.” Levi visibly stiffened at the mention of his old home. His jaw tensed in anticipation. There would be only one reason he would be called into such a discussion, and the answer was a firm no.

Without his permission, his mind flashed back to a (H/C) girl, her face etched with that ever mischievous smirk. He quelled the thoughts as quickly as he could. He needed his wits with him, and allowing his mind to wander back to what he’d left behind wouldn’t help anything. Besides, the likelihood of you being alive was close to none.

“Section Commander, I don’t suppose you would have heard of the group but Captain Levi here surely would have done. The Nest.” Niles continued, now eyeing Levi to gage his reaction. And for a man whose emotions were usually on a tight leash, this seemed to be what cracked his impenetrable walls. His eyes flew wide open, frantically searching between Niles and Erwin. They couldn’t be serious. The Nest? That was where Farlan and Isobel used to—

Shit, he really needed to keep his thoughts at bay. But what he did know was that The Nest was an impenetrable fortress of criminal activity. Trying to mess with them was suicide.

“Judging by your reaction, I’m going to assume you are familiar with them, Levi,” Erwin’s surprisingly calm tone eased the growing tension in the room. Taking a subtle breath to calm himself, Levi’s eyes narrowed to his commander.

“Yeah. I know of it. Why?” it was a rhetorical question, he already knew why, but he wanted to hear it from Erwin himself. Hange looked incredibly confused, looking between the men in the office, trying to glean something, anything, about what the hell was going on.

“The Nest? Why are they so bad?” she asked, not afraid to show how completely oblivious she is to anything that doesn’t concern titans or science. Erwin gestured to Levi.

“Levi? Care to explain? You probably know more than myself and Niles combined,” though his voice seemed kind, there was a slight edge to his deep tones. One that didn’t go unnoticed by Levi.

A heavy silence filled the room as the Captain wracked his brain for all the information he could think of regarding the organisation. It seemed like hours before he finally spoke.

“Well, you got one thing right. The Nest is a criminal organisation. A nasty one at that. Merciless bastards. Whether you’re a soldier or a citizen, they don’t give a shit. They’ll leave you a broken, bloodied mess in the street. I don’t know much about their leader. Only that he took over from the previous one around ten-ish years ago. Since then, they’ve expanded their shitty little gang and taken over an entire section of the city,” he explained, poison lacing his tone. It wasn’t that he was above the whole gang thing, oh no. It was more the state Farlan would be in before he left to meet whoever the fuck led that group of demons. He’d never seen his friend so anxious. So afraid.

“You never met him? Their leader?” Erwin inquired, lacing his hands together on the desk in front of him. Levi scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“If I had, I would tell you. But I know he’s smart. And not the good kind of smart. The kind of smart where he would always be ten steps ahead of you. He has a small group of trusted criminals surrounding him at all times, called his Shadows. They’ll be the ones to look out for,” Despite his voice sounding bored, Levi’s heart was racing. They couldn’t seriously be thinking of facing The Nest, could they? But something in the expressions of both Niles and Erwin told him he was wrong. Dead wrong.

“They’ve been picking off my soldiers. Always in the same places as well. I was going to leave it, just tell them to avoid certain areas until this tip. Their next job. We know what it is,” Niles interjected, looking down to the floor, his own mind a whirlwind.

“And you want to intercept them. The same way you did with me, right?” Levi finished through gritted teeth. This was absurd. There was no way they could pick them all off. Unless… that wasn’t the goal. Levi’s grey eyes widened slightly, realising what they wanted to do. Yep, this was total suicide. Hange clapped her hands together almost excitedly, as if she was also able to read Erwin’s mind.

“You want to capture him! The leader! Ah! This all makes so much sense now, I was starting to wonder why I was here,” the scientist mused almost to herself, before jumping to her feet. “This is the perfect opportunity to test some of the concept traps I have in mind. Obviously for titans they’d need to be much, MUCH bigger. And of course a few modifications would have to be made so they could adapt to size and body type but oooooooh this is so exciting! I’ll start right away!'' Without allowing anybody to get a word in edgeways, Hange dashed back to her lab to begin her preparations.

“Thank you Erwin, the Military Police will remember this,” Niles said, before he too was rising from his seat. Throwing Levi an unsure glance, he made his way towards the door, only to be shoved into the hallway by Levi, who promptly closed the door behind him.

“Don’t.” he simply said, turning back to Erwin who was peering at him, his expression puzzled. Levi rolled his eyes again, clearly having to clarify what he meant. “Don’t pursue them. It’s suicide,” The Commander’s expression relaxed slightly in understanding.

“We don’t have a choice, Levi. Not only are hundreds of MPs being slaughtered down there, but relationships between the Scouts and the MPs are strenuous at best. It would be in our best interests to—“

“Bullshit.”

Erwin sighed again, having to hold his tongue. Snapping at Levi now for his language would only rile up the man more.

“Levi, we already have a plan in motion. There are soldiers down there now meeting whoever gave us that anonymous tip to further discuss the job The Nest has taken. It’ll be fine, but you’re going to have to trust me.” Erwin’s eyes bore into Levi’s own, the man once again asking his Captain to trust him in a risky call he’s made. Levi’s done it so many times before, why was it so difficult now?

It took yet another pregnant silence before Levi eventually yielded.

“Fine, but don’t be surprised when we’re once again forced to retreat with our tails between our legs.” it was a savage comment, but one that Erwin didn’t take to heart as he watched the raven haired man leave. Yes, this was a risk, but all his risks so far had worked out fairly well. There was no reason why this one would fail. No reason at all.

Levi leant against the door to Erwin’s office, looking down the hallway before letting loose a long breath. Not only would he have to go toe to toe with The Raven, but he also had to face so much of his past he’d wanted to forget. Fuck, this was a terrible idea. Why did Erwin always have to gamble? It was exhausting for everyone else involved.

Folding his arms, the shorter man strode back to his own office, lost in thought the entire way. Would he see you again? Were you even alive? Did you know just how much he had missed you. Just how much he’d wanted to see you again. To hold you again.

Did you know he’d looked for you? How his heart shattered over and over again each time he found no trace of you. He’d never accepted you were gone. Always holding onto that thorn of hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d survived.

Collapsing in his chair behind his desk, Levi unlocked the bottom draw and gently pulled it out. He delicately picked out a small, ebony bird feather you’d crafted into a quill pen. Even though neither of you knew how to write, you knew back then how much he had wanted to learn despite never voicing it directly. All those nights spent copying out basic letters from discarded newspapers and wanted posters. You always had this way of reading his mind.

The smallest fond smile crept across his usually bored face. God he missed you. It had been years and he still missed you like he only lost you yesterday.

[kim-ruzek]

Kim-Ruzek turns one!!

Officially, a year ago today I made this account. I was being driven mad with Thoughts about cpd and burzek and although I thought I'd never come back to Tumblr, I did because I needed to share those Thoughts. I had an idea of how this was going to go; I thought that it was quite likely that I'd get it out my system then move on, and I was very apprehensive about this fandom, thinking there was a not small chance it would be a very toxic and not great place to be in.

Instead... This year has been one of my favourite fandom experiences ever, which really shows how incredible this fandom truly is depending I had a bit of a mental breakdown in October because of the show. My very first week here-- well, give or take, because I started posting at the end of march despite making the account today-- I remarked that this was one of the best fandoms to be in, that everyone was so kind and sweet and honestly that's remained true throughout this whole time.

I was gonna make a bigger deal out of my blogversary, but in typical Ree fashion, I got depressed again and honestly half the things I had planned I felt apathetic towards. BUT I knew I'd hate myself later if I didn't do something (because I really am happy I reached one year!) so I'm doing a very low-key thing. Just a couple of ask game guides and a bit of a fun drabble game-- which will be open to partake in all week!

But before I get into that, I'm gonna tag some of my favourite moots, the people who has made this year really fucking amazing and all who I love so so much. I'll only be naming a few because otherwise I'll forget people, and honestly I could name literally everyone because I love every single one of you;

@fighterkimburgess @adamruz @sylvies-chen @everythingaddictxx @sylviebrettsey @resanoona @piscesgirl87

Now for my celebration activities:

Ask Me Anything: literally just send me any thought, opinion, anything you want to share with me (or the world). It can be something about yourself, not just fandom related!

True or False: I really enjoyed doing this the other day so if anyone wants to send me some statements again I'd love that

Ask about my opinion on anything

Send me an unpopular opinion 👀

Send me a writing prompt: this can be something you've made up yourself, or from the writing prompt lists I'll reblog after this post (Tumblr is not letting me link in site links rn ugh). For any of my oc ships, canon or not, or wlw!!!

And finally: I'm gonna list my fic titles (of unposted/unwritten fics) and if you send me one of them, I'll write a lil scene from it. You can choose if you want it from before the fic is set, during or after, but if you don't specify I can just decide on my own!!! A few of these titles will just be the initials since it'll be ~spoilery~ and I just wanna tease them! Plus some don't have official titles, so this is just what they're called in my notebook planning or my writing documents! (Which I'll put under the cut cos this is getting long!)

Blood Types

FS!K

Falling in love backwards

Makayla gets a bunny

The waves to home

Abusive Sean Roman

Exes

Sylvie x Kim

Kim x Sarah

Co parenting au

WS!A

S4 fix-it

Finding our way again (coming home)

Upgess au (S5)

Starting Over

I have so much ideas that this isn't even the half of it, but they're my ones I'm most excited for/written recently! But if you wanna wildcard me, just send in wildcard (and if you want it from before, during or after) and I'll look at some of my other fics and decide (...and by that I mean probably give a choice of three to Cíara and tell them to choose one sxgvjnk).

S9 fix-it

Undercover Adam

Fractured

I hope you all celebrate my blog turning one with me, and just to say again: all my activities, ask game or fic game, can be sent to me all week (Tuesday - Tuesday)!