#this was supposed to be a 5+1 but then I forgot the +1. happens to the best of us!

[mendedserpent]

hold me tight and fear me not

Fandom: Campaign (Podcast)

Rating: T

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationship: Gable/Travis Matagot, Margaret/Travis Matagot

Words: 4k

Summary: On Travis and touch, over the past two hundred years.

Excerpt: The thing about comfort is that it died with the stars. William is 25 years old, the world as he knew it has died what seems like a thousand times over, and he hasn’t felt safe around another human being since he left home. Not that he felt very safe there, but at least there the lack of safety was known, was familiar, was comfortable in its own sickening way. Now, William picks his way along the edges of the unknown world and knows that he cannot stop — because if he does, the death and the destruction and everything else will catch up with him. William is scared that he will be running for the rest of his life. He is scared that he will feel like this forever.

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[slushycoookie]

My Husband Has a Symbiote! Pt.5

Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5

Relationship: Miguel O'Hara x AFAB! Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Content: Lactation kink, pregnancy sex, childbirth, MINORS DNI!!!

Summary: In the final stage of your pregnancy, you find out a new thing your husband likes.

A/N: This will be the "last" part of this mini-series. I'm leaving it open-ended just in case I have another one in me. But count this as complete! I appreciate anyone who's been reading! (And I totally forgot to make a tag list. I will do that next time I do a series.)

“Aww, you shouldn’t have!” You hold up the hundredth spider suit onesie designed for an infant.

Miles' small smile was something you couldn’t be upset at, “It's no problem. But there's more.” He points to the tissue paper, causing you to look deeper inside. You gasp at the hand-drawn baby book. It's colorful and bright with a story about how a young spider made her way to find her family.

“Miles! This is adorable.” You squeal with excitement, holding it up for Miguel who was watching from afar with a smile. You motion Miles over to proceed to kiss his face with gratitude. Miles accepts your appreciation before politely pulling away.

“You're welcome.”

“My turn!” Another spider jumped in with another present.

For some reason, you've never pictured yourself having a baby shower. At HQ, out of all places. Plenty at Spider Society wanted to give you gifts to celebrate the baby. Which mainly consisted of their spider merch for babies.

Others were thoughtful. Hobie gave you a few CDs of punk music for the baby. He said it was supposed to help with developmental growth. Pavitr and Gwen collaborated on buying some baby toys. It was mainly stuffed animals. Somehow you also noticed the stuffed version of their spider personas in there. And Margo gave a few video games that also helped the development of the baby. Although these weren't going to be used until your child was big enough to hold a controller.

You were ecstatic to have a large circle who loved and cared for you genuinely.

“Oh, you're…leaking.” A spider pointed out. You looked down and your blouse was getting stained by milk droplets from your breasts.

Miguel was immediately by your side with a few wipes, “We can stop if you want-”

“I'm ok.” You said, “It's just a little milk.” In fact, it's been happening occasionally throughout your third trimester. Milk staining your shirts, preparing for your baby. Your husband lingered by your side for a moment and you caught him glancing at your breasts. Probably out of concern.

After getting home from the baby shower, Miguel insisted you relax on the couch. Making you watch him carry endless boxes from the party through the portal, setting them inside the house.

“I guess we don't have to worry about getting baby clothes for a while, huh?” You joked, losing count on how many baby spider onesies you all received.

“I'm not having our daughter just wear clothes that look like spider suits.” Miguel sighed, looking amongst all the boxes. Trying to figure out where to put them. You stood, ready to come to his aid. “I got this, baby. Go sit and relax.”

“I've been sitting all day.” You reminded him. “I need something to do.” You picked up a marker and started to go through what was in each box and label it. The two of you agreed to keep a few boxes in the house and put the rest in the garage. ‘It's what they're for’ as your husband would say.

It was a comfortable silence while you two dove in the boxes. After spending all day surrounded by people who constantly congratulated you, giving you stuff you needed, it was nice to enjoy the quiet. You two were pretty much ready for the due date in a couple of weeks. Miguel was not going to stand being underprepared if he couldn’t help it.

The boxes were almost done, your husband paused and honed on your breasts. “It's happening again.”

“God.” You huffed, going to the nearest bathroom. Quickly grabbing some paper towels. You understood that you had to produce milk for your baby, but it was getting a little annoying.

“Shut up.” You heard your husband say. It caused you to peek out from the doorframe in question.

“What was that?”

“Nothing!” Miguel quickly said, “It's just Ravage.”

You blinked, decided to not indulge and went back to cleaning yourself up. You were actually surprised by Ravage's willing cooperation throughout your pregnancy. The alien was still insatiable though and you were hesitant at first. Once the doctor reported that you should expect to have a healthy pregnancy, the symbiote was on to have sex a lot. Not letting a baby bump stop them from getting what they want..

It was actually nice though since your hormones have been off the charts. If you even looked at Miguel, you'd get horny. Not caring where you were at all. As long as he fucked you.

“Need some help?”

Miguel asked, standing by the door with a washcloth in his hand. He closes the door to the bathroom to create some more privacy like you two didn’t have.

“It's ok.” You try to decline but he takes away the paper towels, tossing them in the trash.

“It's not. Let me.” He dabs the warm, damp cloth on your breast. A much better feeling than the coarse texture the paper towel gave. You didn’t protest, knowing he was going to care for you in any way he can. But you watched his eyes.

They were honed in on your breasts. As if he was under a spell. Enraptured by the rag soaking up the milk droplets from your nipples. You held your breath, worried that if a small gust escaped you, it would break him from his trance.

“I think you're good.” Miguel snaps himself out of it, shooting you a small smile.

“Are you okay?”

“I'm ok. Why?”

You weren't sure whether to bring up what you just saw. Maybe it was your hormones acting up again. “Nothing. Nevermind.” You reassure him with a kiss.

While getting ready for your due date, you wanted to get ahead on things. You spoke to Jess on some breastfeeding tips. You figured it would be a good idea to ask since you've been leaking every five minutes.

The spider woman helps you on how to hold the baby, demonstrating by holding the air. You were listening to what she was saying, but you wondered if it would be better to have a visual aid.

“I would show you with Gerry, but he's a bit old to be breastfeeding now.” Jess laughs, “But I think there's something that could help.”

She shows you the breastfeeding dolls. Designed to do exactly what the name says. A baby with its mouth partially opened, giving you ample amount of practice to hold your baby correctly while they're feeding. And you could customize the baby too.

You quickly bought one, excited when it arrived a few days later. You undressed your fake baby from the plastic, eager to try it out.

With the help of Jess’ advice and a few diagrams from the pamphlet that was with your baby, you practiced. Holding the child close to your chest, making sure the mouth was positioned correctly so your not real kid was fed. How convenient that while you were practicing, milk started to leak from your nipple again. Into your fake baby's mouth.

“What are you doing?”

You turn from your position on the couch to see your husband, back from work. His face twisted in question. “Practicing. Wanna see?”

“Practicing what?” Miguel hesitantly walks over, answering his question as he sees you and the fake baby. “You need to practice breastfeeding?”

You nod, still cradling the child in your arms. “I want to make sure I get it right. I don't want to mess it up.”

“You won't mess it up.” He sits beside you, “I know you won’t.”

“Thanks. But I just wanna make sure.” You go back to pretend feeding your baby. Miguel is still next to you, watching you practice. It wasn't weird, you figured he wants to see how it works.

“And you need a fake baby to practice?”

“Yes, Miguel.” You give him a quick kiss to make him hush and you think that works but…

“This baby doesn't have fangs. Our baby might.”

You purse your lips, “I know. We already talked about the genetic make-up of our kid.” It was concluded that there was a strong chance your daughter would have fangs and red eyes. Since the percentage of spider genes in your spouse was 50/50. But you didn’t care. You'd love your daughter if she had eight eyes.

“Then maybe you should practice with something that has fangs.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “The baby design options were not that detailed. And we don't know any babies with fangs. Not that I'm saying to steal a baby, I'm just-”

Miguel takes the fake baby from you, placing it behind himself. Your eyes follow his movements when he turns you to face him.

“I have fangs.”

You blink, “They retract.”

“So?”

“So, I'm not going to breastfeed you.”

“Why not?” He looks at your chest again, still exposed from your practice. Milk leaking out once more.

You force out a chuckle, “Mig, you don't want to drink from my boob.”

“I didn't say that. Why are you implying that I don't want to taste?” His thumb presses against your nipple, drops of milk pouring down his digit. “It's food that helps feed our baby. It's not dangerous or anything.

You bite your lip as he flicks your nipple to watch the milk pour out. You didn’t want to admit out loud that seeing him like this was sexy.

“Is this you or Ravage being like this?”

Miguel leans forward, his body right above yours, “This is me and Ravage.”

“Oh.” Your face starts to get hot, “How long have you two been like this?”

“Since you started leaking. I'm not proud of the unnecessary thoughts I've had.” He ducks his head in embarrassment. But you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that your husband wants to suck on your tiddy.

“I don't mind.”

Miguel groaned, his hands gripping the couch. “Sure you don't. I feel like a…pervert.”

“You're not a pervert.” You reassure him by resting a hand on his cheek. “You're just…discovering something new.”

“That's putting it lightly.” Miguel starts to push away, shutting himself down from what he craved deep down. But you didn’t want him to make him feel ashamed. You wanted him to do it.

By taking his arm, you make him stay. Removing your shirt, ignoring the milk dripping down to the underside of your breast. You keep calm as Miguel’s eyes darken at the sight of you. Licking his lips at the sight of the liquid. “Do it. It's ok.”

He bends down after your permission, capturing a breast between his lips. Miguel sucks, his body rumbling at the taste of your milk. Because of your hormones, everything was dialed up to 11. The sensation of his lips on you was enough for your wetness to stir down below. An embarrassing whimper escapes you, while you clutch at him in need.

Miguel makes sure both of your breasts are tended to by licking a strip of excess milk up from your other breast. His groans fill the open space and your ears.

“You taste delicious.” He compliments after getting the remaining droplets from your skin. “Our baby will love it.”

You notice his bulge amongst his pants, “You're loving it too.”

Miguel’s hand dips inside past your sweatpants and underwear. The lightest touch amongst your folds makes you croon as he feels your wetness. “So are you.”

Miguel became relentless once he started tasting your breast milk. The two of you played it under the guise that you were practicing when this was nowhere near that. Whenever you two were alone and you started leaking, instead of using a tissue, he used his mouth. Collecting every ounce of milk that came from your nipple.

It was addicting.

Your husband taking turns with the symbiote, tongues lapping at your nipples, tasting every single drop. Satisfied for the day. Especially when it came during sex.

You wondered if your belly would be in the way but Miguel took care of that. Using his strength to make sure he did all of the work, not you.

He would secure you by gripping your thighs. Spreading your legs just right before lifting you up and sinking you down on his gigantic cock. You refrain him from taking his symbiote form while having sex during the last trimester, unsure if his larger length would affect the baby. But his normal body was more than enough.

You'd whine while taking him as he lazy thrusts up into you. His face buried in your chest as he did so. Sucking on any drop of milk, groaning with his movements. Your arousal coated his cock, easy for him to slip and slide right in. And then a sense of satisfaction waved over your body once you were finished.

You had to enjoy these moments while you still can.

Your due date was coming in a few days. In a perfect world, Miguel would stay by your side. Watching over you and ready to go once the big day arrived. Instead, there was an influx of anomalies popping up in different dimensions. Leaving your husband to take care of it.

Plans had to change. He connected his watch to yours so he'd be informed when you call him for the big moment. He promised to pick up right away. You noticed his annoyance of the change of plans, knowing he didn't like not being nearby while you were like this. But you took it in stride. Soon, your baby girl will be here in your world.

Miguel had to go once more, kissing you goodbye along with the usual spiel of what to do when your water breaks. You decided to do a once over the baby’s room for the fifth time this week. A wide range of emotions consumed you, from excitement to fear. You want to be a good caretaker for your daughter. But you didn’t want to mess it up. All the self-help parenting books in the world wouldn't help you with the real thing.

A strange rush of fluids went through your lower body, staining your pants and the floor in the baby's room. Did your water just break?

Sharp pains riddle your stomach as you lean on the crib for support. The baby was coming. You tried to call Miguel through your watch, taking slow, deep breaths. You weren't going to panic. You two had planned for this.

He wasn’t picking up.

You could hardly move. Any attempt committed shockwaves across your entire body. You can't have the baby here, by yourself in the baby room. So you called Lyla.

“Heyo! What can I do for ya-oh that's not good.” Lyla says while watching your hunched state.

“Where's my husband?”

The AI shows you a bunch of screens you couldn't understand at the moment. “Tech issue while on a mission. Margo and I are working on it but communication is currently difficult.”

“H-How long will it take?” You were hoping for a good answer, anything to soothe your worries.

“ETA is ten minutes for all communications to be back online.”

That was definitely something you were not looking for. “In ten minutes, I'll be having this baby-” You groan, a contraction hitting you. “I-Is it possible…to tell Miguel that our baby is coming?”

“I can but it'll be delayed. He won't get the message right away due to his location.”

“Would anyone get it at HQ?”

“Oh yeah, there’s no issues there.”

“Who's at Spider Society?”

Lyla did a scan. It was quick but in your current state, she took forever. “Ben is.”

“Will the message be delayed if you reach out to him?”

“No, he should get it instantly.”

You told Lyla to send messages to Miguel and his left-hand man. You knew your spouse was going to be upset that he missed the start of what would change both of your lives. But you don’t think you could wait for him any longer. With all the strength you could muster, you grab the baby bag and place it on your shoulder. It takes everything you can to maneuver to the living room so Ben could pick you up quickly.

To your relief he was there in a flash, blue eyes darting around to get a clear look at the situation.

“Hi, Benny.” You gave him a weary smile, “Can you get me to the hospital?”

He quickly nodded, putting the baby bag across his shoulders. “I can't wait to tell Miguel I came to the rescue. You think he'd give me a metal?”

“Maybe.” You pat his shoulder as he gently picks you up, positioning you tight as he goes through the portal.

Your husband made sure there was a maternity ward and a birthing center in the building. Making sure you get top-notch level care throughout your pregnancy. Right when Ben takes you in, Miguel picks right up.

“Are you okay? Lyla told me the baby's on the way.” Before you could answer, you whined, a contraction stopping your words completely. That was enough to answer his question. “I'm coming. Just breathe like in those exercises we saw, okay? Like this.”

He starts breathing through the watch in a certain rhythm and you follow it as your doctors put you in a room. You lean against the hospital bed, the nurses helping change you into a gown.

“I really need you here, Miggy.”

You didn’t want to admit that you were scared. You had nine months to overcome your fear but now that you’re facing it, you wanted him there.

“I'm coming. Don't worry.”

True to his word, Miguel is in the delivery room not long after. Still in his suit but instantly by your side. You felt much better by his presence, gripping his hand as the birth of your baby began.

The entire labor was eight hours. You were doped up with medication so you couldn’t tell. The trials and tribulations of pushing, Miguel holding your hand to help you through it all. Thank goodness for his spider strength. It was hell, you weren’t sure if you wanted to get pregnant again after this. But it was all worth it for your baby girl.

Gabriella was beautiful with her brown skin, gentle red eyes and curly brown hair. Almost a spitting image of her father. A person you two made together after going through constant efforts of conception.

Miguel wipes his eyes, unsuccessful at holding back tears of joy. “She's beautiful.” He kisses your daughter's head and then yours.

Ravage comes out, the symbiote getting a good look at the sleeping baby in awe. “She smells. Like baby powder.”

“She does.” You press your nose to your daughter’s head, taking in that new baby smell. “Thanks, Rav. For helping us have this baby.”

The alien gets taken back. You wanted to express your gratitude, knowing your baby wouldn’t be here without them. “You are welcome.”

“We’re not letting you babysit though.” Miguel says, making it clear.

“At least until Gabi's older.” You clarified.

Ravage hums, “Fine. As long as we can have intercourse again.”

Miguel fights the urge to pinch his nose while you giggle. “Of course. Don't worry about that.”

[toberlonetrombone]

How's your day going? Mines going awful and it's only 9:30 in the morning

[hanglimi]

are we just friends? - chaewon

5 times y/n and chaewon were "just friends" and the one time they weren't.

TAGS - non-idol! chaewon x non-idol! reader, friends to lovers, fluff, f!reader

WORDCOUNT - 2000~

WARNINGS - like two swears or something

A/N - not proofread, ending kinda rushed

(1)

“isn’t that chaewon’s sweater?” yunjin mentioned in passing as she sat down your bed, looking around and observing the walls.

you threw a quick glance to where she was, noting the baby blue sweater draped on the back of your chair. you hummed absentmindedly in response and ushered your roommate off your bed, swiping at the sheets.

“can you please get out of my room and go clean up yours instead,” you muttered while continuing to fix every nook and cranny. you turned to look behind you, and groaned at yunjin’s slow pace, pushing her through the doorway of your room.

“chaewon’s coming over in like,” you checked the watch on your wrist and your eyes widened at the sight. “she’s coming over in 10 minutes!” you exclaimed shocked, rushing around your apartment trying to organise everything.

yunjin simply let out a chuckle as she inched towards her room, “you act like she doesn’t come over every day. i’m sure she won’t mind the sight of people actually living here.”

“fuck off!” you said in response and continued to wipe down the counters of your small kitchen.

-

“y/nnie!” chaewon exclaimed in joy as you opened the door for her, widening your arms for a hug. she slipped into your hold, fitting into place exactly like how she always did. your body untensed during the hug and you held her tight, smelling her hair.

you pulled away after a short time, noting the slight look of disappointment on your friend's face.

“i forgot to give it to you yesterday before you left, but I’ll wash the sweater you gave me and give it back to you as soon as possible.” you said, leading chaewon into the living room.

“don’t worry about it. you can keep it.”

“really? I thought it was your favourite one,” you raised your eyebrow in pleasant shock and sat down on the couch, chaewon following suite, grabbing the remote to the tv.

“it’s fine, really. i like how it looks on you anyways.” her smile grew as she leaned her head on your shoulder. your face felt warm at the comment and you quickly switched the topic, snatching the remote, and scrolling through movies to watch.

you swore you could hear yunjin cackling through the thin walls of your apartment.

(2)

“would you be interested in coming with me to sakura’s party?” chaewon said, preheating the oven as you whisked together the ingredients in the bowl in front of you. “she mentioned that I needed to bring a plus one, and you're obviously my go to,” she finished. you could feel her eyes on the back of your head as you continued moving your wrist.

“i’d love to, but isn’t a plus one supposed to be someone you're interested in?” you stopped whisking to turn to look chaewon in her eyes. “i think I’d feel weird if I came along.” at the sound of your subtle rejection, the glimmer in chaewon’s eyes dimmed and she faced the other way again, putting the ingredients away.

“it’s just,” chaewon started, gripping the edge of the counter, “we’ve been going to events together for such a long time– even things that were usually for couples. it’d be so weird if I were to suddenly stop bringing my closest friend because this time it's a little more serious.” she vaguely bent her fingers at the word serious, deepening her voice for the effect.

you nodded along to her words in silence, testing your response in your head before replying.

“i’ll go.” she cheered in response before you could finish, and jumped up and down, fully turning around again to grab onto your arms.

“but,” you drawled, rolling your eyes at her actions. “next time one of these things happens you’re bringing someone else. you gotta talk to other people these days, chaewon. i won’t be here forever.” you smiled slightly at your words, but quickly frowned at the sight of chaewon’s shoulders slumping down, even as she tried to fake her own laugh.

you quickly grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at her face, causing her to slap you on the arm.

“yah! what was that for!” she growled, ready to retaliate.

“you just looked like an angry puppy. whenever you have that face i can’t help but swoon.”

the pink of her neck rose to her cheeks and her ears, so she continued to hit your body, muttering random things.

you had always hated making chaewon sad.

(3)

you checked the time on your phone before glancing back up at your friends. the three of you had been eating for two hours, and the time felt right to leave and go home.

“i gotta go guys, but it’s been really fun catching up again!” you wrapped the conversation up, gathering your things.

“aww. is grown up y/n gonna go to her girlfriend now?” aeri imitated a child’s voice as minjeong giggled alongside her, hitting her shoulder urging her to stop.

you raised your brow in annoyance at her voice and confusion of the statement, “who’s my girlfriend?”

“chaewon, duh.” aeri stuck her tongue out at you, saying it as if it was common knowledge as she continued packing up her things.

“when have you guys ever even met her?” you were totally confused now, trying to recall a past date where the two friend groups had collided.

“never. but you talk about her enough that we could practically write a whole biography on her.” minjeong grinned at her words.

you pinched your nose at your two friends' antics. there was no way that you talked about chaewon enough for them to fabricate her being your girlfriend. it was obviously an over exaggeration on their part.

“you guys are literally liars. there’s no way you even know who she is.” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms. “you probably know her name because I’ve mentioned her before.”

“call us all the names you can construct in that little brain of yours, but we know her like the back of our hands.” aeri said, continuing to rile you up.

you soon left the restaurant with a throbbing headache because of aeri’s annoying self.

you’d need to ask your other friends if you really did talk about chaewon that often.

(4)

“why’d you bring me here again?” chaewon asked, grabbing onto your outstretched hand as you led her up the hill.

“can’t a girl just bring her best friend somewhere special?” you said lightly, continuing up and dragging chaewon along.

the both of you reached the peak of the hill, and you brought out a soft blanket from your backpack, laying it down on the grass.

“so this is what you prepare instead of studying for final exams.” chaewon stated, hands on her hips as she analysed the get up.

you chuckled and gestured down towards the blanket, “i took the time out of my studying to set this up. you can at least appreciate me and my efforts a little bit.”

“oh I definitely appreciate it. i think it’s cute.”

you laid down on the blanket, interlocking your fingers onto your stomach, gazing at the dark sky above as chaewon lowered herself down to the ground. her shoulders brushed against yours as she got comfortable, fidgeting with her feet.

the two of you stared up at the night, watching and searching for the stars. minutes passed, and chaewon’s breathing evened out, her body relaxing. the bright lights from the city drowned out the twinkling of the stars anyways, so you turned your whole body towards your friends, roving your eyes up and down her face. You propped up an elbow and laid upright onto your side, taking in chaewon’s features.

“why’re you looking at me like that,” a mumble fell from the girl’s lips, and she slowly opened her eyes, her words piercing the silence.

“no reason.” you fell back down onto your back, going back to staring upwards.

“y/n.”

“mmm.” you let out, trying to fuse into the blanket underneath you for warmth. chaewon noticed this and shifted closer, letting her arms wrap familiarly around your body.

“thanks for this.”

“of course chaewon. anything for you.”

you really would do anything to make chaewon happy.

(5)

“i wonder how it’d sound if it went like this.” your friend’s voice drifted from one side of the room to the other. you looked up from your schoolwork and directed your attention to the girl on the other side of the room. her brows were furrowed deep in concentration, and she tapped a pen to her lips, a pouty look to them

she continued to sing unknowingly, stopping to make tweaks, and continuing from where she left off. it was a ritual – you would bring the work you needed to catch up on to chaewon’s little studio room while she would practise her singing. something easy to fall into, somewhat of a tradition really. all your friends knew when it was “y/n and chaewon” time – or whatever they liked to call it, so they’d leave the both of you to your devices.

chaewon’s smooth voice brought you back to where you were, and you glanced back at the schoolwork you were doing not too long ago, to see scribbles and words relating to chaewon on your paper. a groan escaped your lips as you erased the illegible comments.

“you alright?” chaewon asked, pausing her melodies to push her glasses up her nose and glance in your direction.

“just fine.” you whispered back, throwing a thumbs up in her direction.

“we can leave early if you’d like-”

“no!” you shouted, covering your mouth in shock at your outburst. “no thank you, i like the quiet of this room.” in reality, you just wanted to stay with her alone a little longer.

she laughed a little and went back to her own work, fully in the zone again.

you dropped your pencil, and quietly turned in your chair to look at her. her hair seemed to be shining in the light of the room, and her whole body posture was loose, showcasing her love for what she was doing. it felt as though her aura was pulling you in. the thought of looking away from her– looking away from her when she was doing what she loved, looking so entranced, was not a thought that stayed in your mind. you’d rarely seen her this focused on what she was doing, and you selfishly wished for just a second, that all that attention was on you.

“are you sure you’re okay?” she looked back up to you, your eyes burning a hole into the side of her face.

“yep. just enjoying the view.”

she giggled and told you to shut up.

you are definitely going to watch her do this again.

(+1)

“y/n?” chaewon called to you as you held the door open for her, her music and notes in her hands. “i hope that wasn’t too boring for you. i wasn’t really talking to you that much this time.”

“oh no it’s alright! i quite enjoyed the peace and quiet.”

“are you trying to say i talk too much,” chaewon glared sarcastically, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

“who knows what i’m trying to say.” you shrug, falling into step with chaewon as you walked her to her apartment.

the evening sun was setting, but you were still able to feel its warm rays hit your face and body as you stepped forward. the comfortable silence enveloped you two, and you didn’t think much of it.

halfway through the walk, chaewon stopped walking and turned to face you, “look over here.”

so you turned, and the girl in front of you seemed to be looking more ethereal than ever. the sun was framing her face perfectly, her eyes were glimmering, and her mouth was wide with a smile. she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and just stood there, looking at you.

the thought that this was your best friend – someone who you had known for years – didn’t cross your mind as you closed the gap between you two, your lips connecting. you shut your eyes and leaned into the kiss, letting her take the lead. her papers were pressed between you guys, the sound of the rustling entered your ears, but it didn’t stay long as chaewon slowly moved back, opening her eyes slowly.

and as you reached an arm out to pull her back in, you thought that maybe, just maybe, you were a little bit in love with her.

A/N - this is so jank im so so rusty, please forgive me. I hope you enjoyed it though!

[atlasmoonglade]

Joost Klein x single mom!reader

Warnings: divorce mentioned, smut in later chapters.

Summary: this takes place pre Eurovision. Joost meets a single 32yo mom. Probably will be a slow burn. Multiple chapters.

This is just for fun, don't take too seriously.

the night we met it was supposed to rain. the night we met i was supposed to stay home.

Chapter 1

"Please!" your friend begged.

"I already told you, I am not going out tonight. I have a horrible headache, plus look at the weather forecast." you complained while putting on the kettle.

"Oh c'mon, when has a little rain ever ruined our plans."

"A million times." you laughed. "Let's just stay in this time. This is the weekend when Elliot is staying with his dad. You'll meet with your mystery man tomorrow."

"Ok," Brianne, your dear friend who is head of over heals for a man she met online, sighed. "what I forgot to mention - he is in town only for a week and I can't meet him any other day. Please come with me. It's a bar, if it rains, it won't be an issue."

You are not a fan of spontaneous plans, you need everything planned and agreed 5 business days in advance. There is no place in your life for sudden changes, but you look at her realising you will have to brave your headache and hate of impulsiveness to go out. You love her to pieces and couldn't bear the thought of her going alone.

"He is bringing a friend, so it will be like a...double first-time-meeting-a-guy-you-met-on-instagram type of date. Please come." she is making puppy dog eyes at me. "We won't stay too late and you will still have plenty of time for yourself, I promise."

"Ok." you said. "How could I miss a double first-time-meeting-a-guy-you-met-on-instagram type of date. Maybe he will be cute."

He is not. You are in a bar listening to the most boring man on earth talk about finance and crypto, having to nod and smile because Brianne on the other hand is having a grand-ol time with her instagram guy. How do people even meet on social media, a mystery to you. Though they seem to be a match made in heaven, she is talking non stop and he actively listens with appropriate reactions right when she expects it.

"I will order myself another drink. Anyone want anything?" you stand up to head to the bar.

"Yes, another Martini." Brianne said with a wink.

"I still have my beer, thank you."

"Want me to come with you?" finance guy, whose name you didn't even bother to remember, asked.

"No, it's okay. I will be right back." you are happy to have a minute of silence.

You send a quick text to Nicholas, your ex-husband, asking how Elliot is doing. They are having a Cars movie marathon eating as many sweets as a 6 year old can muster, which is probably infinite. As you hit send, you walk straight into someone's back, which knocks the wind out of you.

"Woah. What happened" the guy, whose back apparently is like a brick wall, exclaims.

"Sorry, I wasn't looking." you say rubbing your forehead.

Mister broad shoulders turns to face you. "Are you okay?" he asks with an accent.

"Yes, sorry again. Didn't mean to crash into you like that" you look up to take a better look at him. A good looking blond man wearing tinted glasses inside. "Usually I don't head butt people at first sight." you drop your hand from the forehead.

He doesn't say anything, just smiles at you, you smile back. It seems so natural.

He turns to say something to his group of friends, who have been eyeing your collision, then turns back to you. "I was going for a smoke. Want to join me?" he points his head to the exit, reaching for his pocket.

"Uh, sure." you say.

He takes a lead, you follow. You send a quick text to Brianne: went for some fresh air. brb

Fresh air feels nice indeed, boring conversation with a crypto man long forgotten.

"What's your name?" your new acquaintance asks while he lights a cigarette and offers you one from the pack.

"Y/N" you fold my arms over your chest to protect yourself from the chilly evening wind. "I don't smoke."

"Y/N" he repeats my name as if trying it out. "I'm Joost."

"Where are you from?" you ask while taking in this stranger who almost knocked you out. He is wearing a white t-shirt with a hoodie over it, loose denim pants which seem too long for him and those sunglasses.

"the Netherlands. I'm visiting a friend here." he says while blowing out the smoke facing away from you.

"Is it your first time here?" you keep the conversation going.

"No, I come here from time to time. Have to culture myself." he smiles.

"Yes, a lot of culture in the US of A."

He laughs throwing his head back, which makes your heart flutter. What a strange turn of an evening.

He finishes his cigarette, stubs it out and you head back inside.

"It was nice to meet you, Joost." you smile at him.

"Likewise" he doesn't return to his friends yet as if he wants to say something more.

"I need to get back to my friend. Don't want to leave her alone for too long."

"Don't walk into someone else, that role is reserved for me." he jokes again and heads back to his group.

"Sorry, they ran out of Martinis" you say as you come back to Brianne and your companions.

You can't help but glance in the direction of Joost, right as you catch him looking too. He notices the seemingly double date that is happening. Are you imagining or does he look upset. You give a small smile, which he returns and goes back to his conversation. Are you imagining or do you want him to look back again. It is an unusual feeling for you to long for someone you barely met, will definitely have to unpack that later.

You also notice the absence of a headache, must have been the breath of fresh air.

You woke up the next day feeling not your best. Even a couple of drinks isn't an easy task after 30 - something you have yet to accept.

Your phone buzzes. A text from Nicholas: Getting ready to go to Disneyland. Elliot wants to wish you good morning. ☺️

You text back Good morning! Have a fun day you two! ❤️ give him a hug from me.

You place an online order in your favorite coffee shop and decide to walk there instead of driving. You need to clear your head, yesterday's events still fresh on your mind.

As you walk you try to think of why Joost made such an impression on you. You were secretly craving his attention the rest of the night. Are you ready to be dating again? The idea of how complicated dating is while having a kid scares you, that is why you haven't pursued that idea in so long.

But the few times your eyes met from the different parts of the bar felt electric. You need to be careful.

You walk into the coffee shop, the usual place for pick-up orders already having a Coldbrew you ordered ready, you head straight to it. At the same time a hand reaches for it too, as you both grab the drink. You turn "I am pretty that is m-", and see non other than your blond friend from yesterday.

"Joost!" you can't hide your excitement.

"Y/N?" he looks as confused as you.

"Now I should ask if you are following me." you say and notice you are both still holding the coffee.

"I start to believe you are the one following me and stealing my drink." he doesn't let go of it.

You check the name on the drink, it spells "Youst".

"They did spell my name wrong, but close enough." he laughs and at the same time barista announces a Coldbrew for Y/N.

"Ok, so I loose, it was not mine." you take your order.

"Honestly it was a matter of seconds, I was about to give up mine." he says.

"Really? I was ready to fight, I really need it this morning." you say taking a sip, a moan slipping from your lips.

"Wild night?" you head outside.

"No, I actually went to sleep rather early. Drinking at my age doesn't go down well."

"Went to sleep early? Wasn't a fun date?" he looks at you through his yellow tinted sunglasses.

"If you consider someone mansplain crypto to you for 3 hours to be fun, then yes, it was a thrilling experience." you look up at him. "My friend made me go."

"Oh." he seems relieved. "You were listening to him so intently, wouldn't have guessed it wasn't intentional."

"So you are following me. Thought I felt someone's stare burning into my head." you tease.

"Only a little." he smiles and takes another sip. "So, you said it's not easy at your age. Couldn't think you are older than 27, how old are you? If you don't mind me asking. Definitely not for my following purposes."

You laugh. It feels so easy to talk to him, but you have to rip off the bandate.

"I am 32 and I have to be honest with you. I am single but I have a kid."

This seems to have taken him aback. Which is often how it goes, you try not to seem bothered by it, already coming up with an excuse to leave.

"Can I get your instagram?" he asks.

Your head snaps to look at him, this is the last thing you expected to hear.

"You are a funny guy, Joost."

He hands you his phone to type in your name in the search.

"I have to go now, but I do believe in fate. It is trying to tell us something making us meet again." he stretches out a hand for me to shake. I take it. Here is that feeling again.

As you walk back to your apartment, you get an instagram notification.

joostklein just started following you.

Chapter 2

[leclercsluvs]

CL16/DR3 | Already Over | smau

part 9

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8

an: this is going to be the last part, and this is happening about a year after the last part ended. daniel is also now racing for redbull, because i want max and daniel as teammates :) pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader, daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

yourusername

liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen1 and 3.189.461 others yourusername guess who went and performed at coachella? it was such a nice crowd!! absolutely loved it.

danielricciardo fuck racing. i'm going to all your next live performances

yourusername not if i have anything to say >:( maxverstappen1 wow am i really that bad to be in a team with? danielricciardo i didn't want you to find out like this... maxverstappen1 guess i won't let you win the next race then 🤷 danielricciardo you don't have to let me, i will win yourusername hey hey, no fighting under my post maxverstappen1 sorry danielricciardo sorry

charles_leclerc looks beautiful

yoursister *cough cough* you aren't together *cough cough*

yourusername

liked by logansargeant, mickshcumacher and 3.357.816 others yourusername was i invited just to take photos? yeah pretty much.

georgerussell63 and you snapped the best photos ever

yourusername yeah but i'm not on any! might as well not have been there 😔

oscarpiastri you all went out???

yourusername you weren't invited??? landonorris yeah he was he was busy oscarpiastri that was a lie, i wanted you to force me landonorris i can't force you when i thought you had plans 🤨 oscarpiastri yes you can. landonorris fine i'll force you the next time

lewishamilton at least you know how to take nice photos so we don't end up with the most blurry photos of all those cool outfits

yourusername oh you mean my outfit? that's on none of these photos? because i had to take them all? lewishamilton i was, in fact, talking about my outfit. but your outfit was alright

lilymhe wow i would have loved an invite

yourusername alex didnt mention it?? lilymhe no he just said he was going out for a quick dinner with the team and then he'd be back alex_albon well it was supposed to be just the team, and then it turned into an after party with all the drivers and we sort of forgot time yourusername smh i was at the redbull dinner because daniel invited me, and kelly was there with max, why didn't you invte lily??? 🤨 alex_albon i wasn't aware we were allowed to invite more people maxverstappen1 oh i just did it, i didn't know either danielricciardo oh i was told to bring y/n

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, georgerussel63 and 3.722.261 others yourusername went on a nice well deserved vacation with some friends. refreshing tagged: yourbff, yourfriend, yoursister

yoursister thanks for finally bringing me on one of your adventures

yourusername always a pleasure to have you there to annoy me ❤️ yourbff i was, in fact, invited as the first person yourfriend LIES i was yourusername i literally invited you all in the group chat what are you talking about??? 😭

landonorris now why was i not invited AGAIN??

yourusername do you not have races to attend? landonorris oh... right oscarpiastri yeah i can't race for two people danielricciardo and i am not racing for mclaren anymore so i can't help landonorris right you ditched me for redbull danielricciardo bitch i was FIRED

charles_leclerc looking beautiful as always

scuderiaferrari

liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername and 3.722.261 others scuderiaferrari good weekend with charles on the podium. again next weekend? tagged: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc hoping for the best next weekend, hoping to be back on the top though

y/n/n4ever soooo did anyone else see y/n in the paddock today? i swear she's his lucky charm. whenever she's there he does amazing.

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, carlossainz55 and 3.722.261 others yourusername my man finally got p1 in his home race. so proud of you 🥹 tagged: charles_leclerc

charles_leclerc i thought you said "not too public" 🤨

yourusername well that was before you won and before twitter spotted us charles_leclerc that makes sense

leclercs well this was a hard launch for sure

scfty/n and i'm here for it

lecswrld so so so proud of him!!

georgerussel63 congrats mate!

oscarpiastri 1-2 for the leclerc family

yourusername i'm sorry what-? charles_leclerc sorry i should have talked to you about it.. i adopted a son

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, oscarpiastri and 3.722.261 others charles_leclerc i think i have a good luck charm yourusername we need to go on a date before every race ❤️ tagged: yourusername

yourusername invite me out whenever, i'm ready to say yes

charles_leclerc move in with me? landonorris woaahhhh yourusername maybe a bit too soon.. charles_leclerc hm i tried. i'll try again at some point.

carlossainz55 i thought me being in your team was your good luck charm 😞

charles_leclerc you were my teammate since 2021. would have thought i'd have some more wins if you were my good luck charm carlossainz55 i guess you're right

pierregasly congrats mate!!

landonorris us 🤝 ruining max's win streak

lewishamilton so deserved! proud of you!

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aaaaaand thats a wrap! honestly thanks to the monaco gp i finally found to motivation to actually write something for this. i can't think of anything else to happen. i hope you enjoyed this. feel free to send any requests or anything. i'm currently working on something involving a few drivers

taglist: @exotic-iris13 @callsignwidow @destinyg237 @lanadelray1989 @dullypully

[lvrsparadise]

'JEALOUS' - M.S

Synopsis - She's always liked him.

Warnings! - Profanity, kissing, reader being jealous, Matt n reader being cute, fluff

A/N - Okay. I want to kms because I had originally written out something so beautiful for this. And then I accidently deleted something, and I forgot that if I press control z it ERASES THE WHOLE DAMN THING! So, this is a re-write. Enjoy!

Work was so tiring. I got cut from the floor at 7 instead of 9, when I was supposed to get off, because I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. And not to mention the weird drunk creep who kept asking my co-workers and I, very uncomfortable questions. I sigh as I clock out of the system and grabbing my stuff before saying bye to my co-workers.

I walk out the back to my car. I open the driver door and throw my stuff in the passenger seat. I just sit there and recollect myself before I put the key in the ignition, turning on the car.

Thee drive back to my house was quiet. I didn't have the radio on, I didn't have the windows down. I wasn't even on the phone with anybody. Today was that stressful.

'I'm going to have to ask my maneger for more hours next shift.'

I pull into my driveway and grab my stuff, turning off the car and walking to my front door. I open it and am immediately bombarded by my puppy, Sam, and my cat Mr. Murray.

I set my stuff down on the couch before walking upstairs to my room. I get undressed and hop in the shower. After my very refreshing shower, I throw on some comfier clothes - a pair of pink and black plaid pajama pants, a white tank top, and one of Matt's hoodies he left over.

I flop on my bed with a sigh. I sit up and open my phone, opening my messages app before clicking on Matt's contact. Matt is my brother's best friend. Well, actually, Chris is my brother's best friend, but I learned that they're a package deal. Get one, get all.

1 ring. 2 rings.

"Hey. Everything alright?"

I breathe out a small sigh of relief at the sound of his voice.

"Hey. Yeah, no everything's fine. I've just had a stressful day and I was wondering if we could go for like a drive or something?"

"Yeah, no that's fine. I'll be over in 10."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Always."

That's the last thing I hear before the line goes dead. Knowing he's going to be here in less than 10 minutes, I slip on my converse and head downstairs.

I love on and play with Sam and Mr. Murray for about 5 or 6 minutes before I hear a car pull in my driveway. I instantly recognize it as Matt's car. I grab my wallet, just in case, my keys, and my phone, placing all of them in the pocket of the hoodie. I hear a knock at my door and Sam barks. I yell out his name to get him to stop barking as I open the door.

There he is. Looking perfect as ever. Even in sweats and a hoodie. He's wearing that damn smile. One I return gratefully.

"You ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

I close my door behind me as I walk out, locking it as well before I walk over to the passenger side of the car. I get in and so does Matt. He pulls out of my driveway and starts driving around with no destination.

"How was your day? Why was it stressful?" He turns is head towards me as we're at a red light.

"Well, I got cut from the floor early because we were dead, and I had no tables. I made barely $40 in tips. I also had to work with that one girl I told you about. She made the day ten times worse. And this morning, Sam thought it would be nice to wake me up with a surprise next to my bed." I rest my elbow on the center console, resting my chin on my hand as I look out the window.

"Yikes." I hear him say as the light finally turns green and we start driving again.

"What about you? Anything fun happen?"

"Chris almost like, broke the ceiling in the warehouse."

"How in the hell?"

"I have no idea; I wasn't around when it happened. But Nick was and he kept making jokes about it reminding Chris that he did it. It was hilarious." He chuckles quietly.

"I bet."

"Oh shit."

"Hmm?" I turn my head towards him, his gaze switching between the road and the dashboard behind the steering wheel.

"I'm almost out of gas. I think I have enough to get us to that 7-11." He jerks his chin towards a 7-11 that's not too far. It's dark out, not many cars are on the road, the gas station seems empty.

He pulls into the gas station, pulling up to a gas pump. He turns the car off after rolling down the windows a little bit. He gets out and walks over to the pump, which is next to me because for some reason, the gas tank is on the right side of his car instead of the left. So, as he fills the tank up, he's also leaning on my window, talking to me.

"Did anything interesting happen in your day though?"

"Um, let's see. Oh, there was this older gentleman who tipped me $25 for being the best server he's had. He was celebrating his anniversary, but he said that his wife had passed away a few years ago. So, every year on their anniversary, he goes out and gets himself a meal. It was so sweet, it almost made me cry."

"Wow. That does sound swe-"

He's cut off by a girl walking up to him, looking to be around our ages, maybe a year or so older. She's talking with hi and flirting with him. I feel my blood run cold with jealousy at the realization she's flirting. Matt's hand is like holding onto the window, his hand partially in the car. I take advantage of that and I somewhat intwine our fingers, my own mindlessly playing with his.

Either she can't see me through the somewhat tinted windows, or is openly ignoring my presence, she asks him out to dinner. I squeeze his hand and he squeezes mine back. I hear him say 'Oh, I can't sorry. My girl is in the car' and my heart skips a beat. Multiple beats actually.

He finishes filling most of his tank and pays before walking over to the driver's side as quick as he can speed walk without running. He turns the car on at lightning speed. He starts to drive off to my house.

The drive is silent. Other than the really quiet hum f whatever is on the radio, there is not a peep coming from either of us.

About halfway through the drive back to my house, he reaches his right hand over the center console and grabs my left hand, interlocking our hands before resting them on his thigh. My chest is filled with butterflies. My head is empty. I feel my face heat up as I turn to look out the window next to me.

We pull up to my house. As soon as he puts the car in park, I'm out the car and making a b-line for my front door, unlocking it in record time. I didn't realize Matt was hot on my heels until I turn to close the front door, his hand stopping it. I sigh in defeat knowing I won't win. He pushes the door open and then walks in, closing it behind him.

"Were you jealous?"

"What? I have no Idea what you're talking about Matt." I place my wallet and keys on a table I have next to the door for that reason. Of course, I was jealous, but I would never admit it out loud. Especially to the guy I was getting jealous about.

He shakes his head and crosses his arms "Wrong. Were you jealous?"

I roll my eyes slightly "Matt- I don't get why you're asking me this. It would be the same if it were me-"

"No, it wouldn't."

"Wha-"

"A guy touches you? Jealous. A guy flirts with you? Jealous. Takes you on a date? Kisses you? I'm jealous. I'm jealous as hell. How have you not known? I'm not very secretive about it at all. Now I'm going to ask you one last time. Were you jealous?" His voice, despite being stern and angry, it still is soft and kind.

I sigh in defeat, crossing my own arms, mirroring his pose. "Yeah. I was. I was very jealous."

There is nothing said after that. And there doesn't need to be. Next thing I know, I'm being softly pinned against the wall and Matt's hands are on me. One on my cheek and the other on my waist. I try to look at the hand on my waist but the hand on my face makes me look into his eyes. He doesn't say much, but words aren't necessary right now. He leans in and kisses me.

The kiss is soft, tender, sweet, and everything a hopeless romantic like myself could ever want. I entangle my hands in his hair, closing whatever space was between us.

After what felt like hours, but was really 20 seconds, we pull back for air. Both of us are panting.

"I'm taking you out Friday. 6:00. I pick you up, with flowers, take you to dinner, then I take you to a 7:00 movie, then we walk on the beach before I take you back home and kiss you goodnight. How does that sound?"

Although my eyes are still closed, I hear the smile in his voice, and at his words I can't hold back a smile of my own. I open my eyes and look into his beautiful blue ones that look like they're the ocean. I swear I get lost in them for a few seconds before replying.

"That sounds perfect."

I don't have a taglist for the Sturniolos!

If you want to be in it, all you have to do is ask! <3

I love all of y'all!

[changbinlov3r]

Welcome to my masterlist

I only write for skz at the moment but I do think about writing about the other groups I like in the future.

Before making a request, please check my ✨request guidelines✨

🔥: smut

☁️: angst

🌼: fluff

Empty heart ☁️

Summary: you're just tired of waiting for your boyfriend that's never there for you.

I wanna be yours 🌼☁️🔥

Summary: it was all a game to him, until all he could think about was you. He wanted to have all of you. Ruin all of you. Love all of you.

Unwritten 🌼☁️🔥

Summary: the only thing your best friend ever asked was for you to not fall for her older brother, but what should you do when you come back home for the summer and he seems like the most irresistible man in the world?

More than meets the eye 🌼🔥

Summary: Chan is a pushover when it comes to doing things for you, but not so much when someone messes with his girl.

🔸Requests:

Something bad 🔥

Chan who's obsessed with hickeys

More than words ☁️ 🌼

Summary: your best friends are getting married and you're their maid of honor. They just forgot to mention that the best man and your partner in the wedding is the guy who broke you heart.

Hot n Cold ☁️🔥

Summary: after going from annoying each other to fuck buddies, Minho took your situationship from granted, always having you on his beck and call. So imagine how surprised he is to hear you have a date with someone else.

My cat likes you 🌼

Summary: your cat is behaving strangely lately and a walk outside your apartment shows you exactly why.

Can I be your favorite? 🌼🔥

Summary: Lee Minho is unreachable, someone you can only just dream of being with. Until one day, you enter the wrong door at a party and ends up with him inviting you to sit on his lap.

You are my favorite 🌼🔥

Part 2 of Can I be your favorite?

Summary: you let your insecurities come in between your new relationship with Minho, luckily for you though, he's not gonna let you run away so easily.

The very first night 🌼🔥

Summary: after a few months of dating Minho, you two finally have your very first night.

🔸Requests

Blurb: reader and Lee Know after the VMAs 🔥🌼

Dabble: Soft sex with Lee Know 🔥🌼

Oneshot: Lee Know drunk confesses to you 🌼

Tease 🔥🌼

Summary: tired of months of teasing, Changbin just wants to have you and he's going to do anything to make you his.

Trophy husband 🔥

Stupid in love ☁️🌼

Summary: less than a month into the wedding, you get into a big fight with Changbin. When you think he's going to call it quits, he makes sure to show you that you're very much wrong.

Call it what you want(complete!) ☁️🔥🌼

Summary: You and Hyunjin were never on the best terms but when you're cheated on and your ex is trying to get you back, Hyunjin does everything he can to prevent it from happening.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

As it was

Just a little something about breaking up and starting over again.

We can't be friends ☁️🔥

Summary: you have been in love with your best friend for a long time. On a night where you were supposed to comfort him after a break up, things heat up and he finally looks at you the way you wanted.

🔸Fake texts

🔸Requests

What if I wanna be yours? Part 1 | Part 2

Blurb: Hyunjin comes home after a stressful day and you snap at him ☁️🌼

Oneshot: I wish you would ☁️🌼

Another Love(complete!)☁️🌼🔥

Summary: you've been hopeless in love with Han since you were children. One night you confess your feelings to him.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Bad Intentions(complete!) 🌼🔥☁️

Summary: you thought you could turn Han Jisung into the perfect boyfriend material so you can get revenge on your cheating ex. Little did you know that you would end up getting much more than just a guy to show off.

Part 1 | Part 2

🔸Requests

Han's drunk confession 🌼

Coming soon

Break up with your boyfriend, I'm bored ☁️🌼🔥

Summary: Seungmin knew what he wanted since the first time he laid eyes on you. The problem is that you have a boyfriend... Actually, that's not a problem for him.

Leave ☁️🌼🔥

(part 2 of break up with your boyfriend, I'm bored)

Summary: a couple of misunderstandings make you and Seungmin at odds with each other. Now in his shoes, you're fuming at the thought of him having a girlfriend.

🔸Requests

Movie night 🔥

College jock 🌼🔥

Style 🔥🌼

Summary: you always wanted to do something crazy, something different from what your family expects you to. Who would have guessed that you'd meet Yang Jeongin, the guy who has the worst reputation around town and the one who's ready to deviate you from god's path.

[heeracha]

## buy one, take me. — l. heeseung

synposis: with his best friend asking him for help because said best friend was scared he wasn't "boyfriend material" enough, heeseung looks for flower shops for his best friend's girlfriend. thankfully, jake knows someone from the university who has an aunt that owns a flower shop, you. now, heeseung messages you and shyly, but shamelessly asks if he can get any promos or discounts to which you shamelessly answered him, "buy one, take me". heeseung doesn't pass on this, of course. after all, you are pretty damn cute.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

content/genre: college au, slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): swearing, of course. and as always, i'll put it in every chap if there's something you need to look out for.

note: yes, blod-talicized for slowburn because this is already planned out three years ago (but for another idol) anyway !! i'm excited to share this, my ass had been wanting to post this,,,,,, i already have the ending i just really need to do from part eleven up to,,,, that. so here you go. T_T okay, if i suddenly ghost again FLOOD ME MESSAGES/ASKS/IDC WHAT TO FINISH IT. TAGLIST CLOSE.

tags: r.asks: botm, botm updates, botm thoughts

sample texts. / playlist.

profiles. / profiles two. / profiles three.

ep 1. — the pilot.

ep 2. — the bf problem.

ep 3. — the help from jake.

ep 4. — the promo.

ep 5. — the benefit of jeongin.

ep 6. — the availing of the promo.

ep 7. — the two introverts.

ep 8. — the era of reporter sunoo.

ep 8.2. — the dog cafe.

ep 9. — the look. what look?

ep 10. — the panicking of heeseung.

ep. 11 — the time heeseung decides to trust y/n.

ep 12. — the real heey/n friendship era.

ep 13. — the star stamp.

ep 14. — the late night in the flower shop.

ep 15. — the biggest cliché.

ep 16. — the text-snapping of y/n.

ep 17. — the weekend of heeseung without y/n.

ep 18. — the two am ride.

ep 19. — the stupidity.

ep 20. — the time y/n blocked heeseung.

ep 21. — the whipped y/n.

ep 22. — the painful sight (according to riki).

ep 23. — the library.

ep 24. — the dog café pt 2.

ep 25. — the frustration of jungwon and sunoo.

ep 26. — the flowers and bambi sticker.

ep 27. — the pretty dense boy texting y/n.

ep 28. — the message from jay.

ep 29. — the look heey/n give.

ep 30. — the pet name.

ep 31. — the switch up.

ep 32. — the no more denial.

ep 33. — the time seungmin called y/n 'sweetie'.

ep 34. — the way y/n sensed it again.

ep 35. — the talk.

ep 36. — the halfway there.

ep 37. — the another lame line.

ep 38. — the time heeseung accidentally kissed y/n.

ep 39. — the drive-in.

ep 40. — the flour and eggs.

ep 41. — the favorite view.

ep 42. — the one time they used their main accs.

ep 43. — the origami flower bouquet.

ep 44. — the stressed gf.

ep 45. — the plane plan.

ep 46. — the time y/n isn't teasing with heeseung.

ep 47. — the time when everything is "fine".

ep 48. — the time heeseung forgot.

ep 49. — the fight.

ep 50. — the graduation.

ep 51. — the flower arrangement on the cashier.

ep 52. — the favorite flower of heeseung.

ep 53. — the fact that heeseung is still jealous.

ep 54. — the supposed three year anniversary of heey/n.

ep 55. — the bubble chat turned blue.

ep 56. — the dumb flowers.

ep 57. — the time y/n finally replied.

ep 58. — the rehearsal dinner.

ep 59. — the flowers weren't dumb after all.

ep 60. — the lifetime promo.

bonus. — the matching icons.

bonus 2. — the pettiness of flower and seungie.

bonus 3. — the one where heeseung thought y/n's leaving.

bonus 4. — the one with heeseung's doe eyes.

alternative ending. — the one when y/n almost stayed.

marriage discount; p. sunghoon [ fem!reader ]. — after endless of weddings that sunghoon attends to, he's been spending non-stop. so, upon hearing about a discount for married people even if it's just in the dry cleaners, sunghoon tells the employee that the girl, who happens to be you, walked in in the shop is his wife. even if he doesn't know you.

heeracha, 2022.

[fantasylandbitch]

Summary: While Danny is out with Ethan to get a few of his favorite snacks, he doesn't realize that Ethan is setting up to kill one of your friends. At the apartment Sam tries her best to apologize and accommodate you while you both try to hide your relationship not realizing some of them know but soon secrecy brings jealousy. 

Warning: Long Chapter, Fluff, 18+ A Little Spicy 18+, Self Deprecation, Family Therapy, Creepy Ethan

Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 4.5 Chapter 5 Chapter 5.5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 7.5 Chapter 8 Chapter 8.5 Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9.5 Coming Soon)

"Y/n..I'm sorry for leaving you in the bathroom so abruptly" Sam apologized to you before looking down at the ground and then up at your e/c eyes. Then your eyes surprised her. What about them that surprised her? It was how your eyes looked, they held a certain level of judgment but also held understanding and comfort for her. "I wasn't expecting you to recall what happened to you so soon" she voiced as she tried to hold eye contact with you but under the kitchen lights, your gentle gaze made her nervous. 

"Sam" you spoke softly, taking her hand and guiding her to sit on a stool with you near the island. "I don't remember a lot of what happened to me...just bits and pieces, I can't make sense of them yet" you voiced as you thought of your next words carefully. "However, you could have told me how you felt instead of leaving me to wonder if I had done something wrong," you told her with honesty, and just as Sam was going to open her mouth you stopped her. "I don't blame you for what happened to me and you shouldn't feel responsible for whatever transpired before."

"But I do, Y/n, because if I hadn't left Ethan with you, you wouldn't be here wounded and trying to piece together what happened. If only I had known Ghost Face was going to target you...I would have stayed," Sam confessed, her leg bouncing with anxiety before she averted your gaze once again.

You let out a light sigh as you look at Sam. "If you had been there instead of Ethan then I feel like the outcome would've played out differently," you said to her. Your words bounced in every corner of her mind as Sam turned her head to you, she thought about the worst outcomes had she switched places with Ethan that night. She knows that Ghost Face would have played dirty like using one of you to lure the other out as one of you would have to watch the other die in some way or suffer much worse. The thought brought tears to Sam's eyes as she nodded in agreement, nevertheless, you reached out to comfort her. You place your hand on her thigh, unaware that Mindy was observing the interaction.

At the couch, Mindy's eyes widened as she watched your hand touch Sam's thigh to comfort her. Then she turns her head to Tara who's sitting next to her before whispering "Tara? Tell me how do you know someone is gay without telling me they're gay?" making the little Carpenter turn her head to her sister and you because she thought who else would Mindy be talking about.

Then Tara saw your gentle squeeze on her sister's thigh, Sam covering your hand with her own before pulling your stool closer to hers, making you laugh. She then watches as her older sister leans her shoulder against you, then uses your shoulder as a pillow before you say something to Sam that she can't hear. Tara watches as her older sister lifts her head to look at you and how you move your right hand to wipe something off her face before slowly leaning in to kiss her. Tara believes your exchange with her sister was supposed to be private. But in the end, it brought a tiny smile to Tara's face. She was reminded of the days when she and Amber were seeing each other, calling each other up to see how the other was doing and making plans to go on a date, and how she would call Amber to come over to the house so they could try some alcohol that her mom forgot to lock up as they listened to music while dancing. Some part of Tara wishes she could go back in time to see Amber again but she also believes that is where her love for drinking started. She was curious at first about everything about love and the adventures of drinking, but now, she wants to forget, forget the mental and physical scarring that she had to endure in Woodsboro two years ago.

But what brought Tara back to the present was when Chad had asked a question from her lap "Hey Sam, are you or Danny cooking tonight?" He asked from the couch before sitting up. The creaking from the couch caused you and Sam to separate quickly before he could see you both exchanging your love for one another because you and Sam wanted to keep the relationship a secret until Ghost Face was dealt with.

"Uh I was planning to cook tonight," Sam says aloud as she slowly gets off the stool to walk around the island and open the fridge. "I was thinking of making chicken with rice and vegetables" she announced before checking the freezer, only to realize that she forgot to buy the vegetables. 

"Vegetables, Chicken, and Rice don't sound horrible" Chad voices as he lays back down putting his head back on Tara's lap as she slowly starts touching his hair.

"Damn it! I forgot to buy the vegetables" she says annoyed because she was looking forward to eating the vegetables.

"Hey hey Sam, it's okay maybe I could make dinner tonight" you chimed from your seat as you watched your girlfriend simmer down before closing the freezer door to look at you.

"Nope! Not a chance. Sam, she might kill us through our stomachs!" Chad yells, about to get up from the couch causing Tara to sigh knowing an argument is about to start.

But Mindy pushes his shoulders down before he can and slaps his forehead "Chad, if Y/n wanted to kill us, she would have done it a long time ago." She said showing whose side she was on before continuing her thoughts "And Chad? I will support almost any relationship you get into because as you know I'm gay and I’m your sister, but how deep in Ethan's ass are you in or is it the other way around?" And your brows rose at Mindy's choice of words.

Her actions caused Chad to rub his forehead as he started to sit up on the couch to face her. "What kind of question is that!?" He yells before standing up causing Tara to scoot over to the other end of the couch as she exchanges a look with her sister from across the room. "Nothing is going on between me and Ethan and as your older brother, could you refrain from asking me questions like that?!" Chad asks, yelling at his sister once again. Sam crosses her arms and gave a heavy sigh before looking over at you as she notices how you're leaning your head to the side so you can better listen to the conversation behind you.

"As if, I'm the oldest! But whatever, whoever came out of moms coochie first is irrelevant right now Chad, the point is why are you all up Ethan's ass and not having a mind of your own? We're all supposed to be on the same team because Ghost Face is coming after all of us, he's not cherry picking here" Mindy said sternly, mad that her brother is still up in arms about you attacking Ethan and now he thinks you're going to kill everyone at dinner time.

"I'm not up Ethan's ass. He's my roommate. I care about his safety and knowing he was knocked out in that basement and then attacked by Y/n makes me feel protective." Chad voices honestly as he gave a heavy sigh before dragging his hands down his face "We already lost Quinn and I don't want to lose anyone else so forgive me if I don't trust Y/n right now."

"Is this related to your ex?" Mindy questions her brother, the smoke leaving her ears as she calms down. "Is it because you couldn't save her that now you feel responsible for your roommate?" She asked another question, seeing a connection between what happened then and what is happening right now.

"Now why would you bring up my ex like that Mindy? That was two years ago." Chad asked back, hurt but open to hearing what his sister had to say.

"Because for some of us, two years ago.." Mindy starts before looking over at Tara and then at Sam. "Felt like yesterday, I was at Amber's house party and sucking faces with a girl before settling on the couch later that night to watch Uncle Randy on TV before Ghost Face showed up. But that party that ended in a shit show? It hasn't stopped me from going to other parties and meeting people which is how I met my beloved Anika."

"That's the thing Mindy," Chad said earnestly. "You handled what happened two years ago differently than I do. I still go to parties too, with you, Tara, and now Ethan. But I can't shake the fear of losing more people I'm close to." His words hung heavy in the air causing you to turn your head toward the island, your expression portraying a sense of defeat. Without a word, you reach for a piece of paper and a pen on the island, writing something down. Sam watched as you pushed the piece of paper toward her, your disappointment was evident on your face.

Then Sam picks up the piece of paper reading it over as she realizes that it's a recipe for dinner that she would be able to make "It's called Blood Pasta uh?" Sam asked you, amused by the name while you pouted on the other side of the island so she walked over to you. Then Sam places her hands on either side of your body, caging you between herself and the island before lightly pressing her chest up against your back and lowering her head down. "Why don't you help me make it? '' She whispers into your ear as her breath tickles the little hairs on your skin making you smile and her smile widens. She wants to know you in every way possible and seeing your smile means a lot to her.

"Well, technically I could but Sam it's a fairly simple meal to make," You tell her, causing Sam to take her hands and place them near your knees as she begins tracing circles in thought.

Then Sam stops moving her hands, allowing you to pay attention to them as you anticipate her next move before she slowly drags her hands down your thighs causing you to take a deep breath. The feeling of her hands on your thighs is soothing and light to the touch but you don’t realize that she is intentionally teasing you until after she takes it up a notch. Sam starts to drag her nails down the rest of your thighs making you lean back into her chest as you spread your legs, mistakenly, Sam thought you were giving her more access to do what she wanted to you until you quickly clasp her hands when they get closer to your crotch and stand up.

"Fine! Fine, I'll help you make the damn Blood Pasta!" you said aloud, feeling flustered while behind you Sam stepped out of the way watching you hurriedly get up from the stool with a smirk. But when you turn around to face your girlfriend you catch her smirk at the last second before she changes it to a smile, and when you go to look up at her you find half lidded eyes looking back at you. You can feel the blood rush to your face, it's because you can almost imagine what dirty thoughts she might be thinking while gazing into your eyes. "Saaam" You stretched her name and she smiled. Sam won’t admit it to you but she's always loved the sound of your voice whenever you say her name or become talkative because your voice sounds smooth yet husky to the drums in her ears. But it didn’t stop her from watching you take a walk around the island passing the front door as you made your way over to get the pot from the drying rack. "There are children in the apartment..behave yourself" you giggled while trying to keep your cool in front of her family as you brought the pot to the sink.

But Sam couldn't help herself as she walked in the opposite direction and towards the cabinets. While walking over to you, her eyes gravitated toward a place that held one of the knives you threw at Ethan earlier, and for a minute she wondered. ‘How much strength did you use to have a knife sticking out of a cabinet door?’ she thought before she took residence near the sink, waiting for the pot to fill up with water alongside you. "Y/n '' she calls your name, studying your side profile before you turn your head to look at her and even then she tries to burn your face into her memory. "Try-" she started when she noticed the water in the pot was about to fill up so she leaned over to turn the faucet off before pulling on her hoodie that you're wearing "Not to take it personally."

Sam said next which made you scoff, the sound making her smile drop a little because she understands from personal experience what it feels like to be the bad guy in everyone's eyes. "I'll try not to take it so personally...Also six feet Sam," you told her, making Sam tilt her head like a dog as her brows furrowed with confusion. "We can't keep this" you smile while pointing your finger at her and then at yourself "a secret if you're always trying to touch me."

Your words cause Sam to smile "True but can you blame me?" She asks you, her brows relaxing as she looks at your eyes and then at your lips. With Sam eyeing you this way, she only makes your smile widen as big as hers and you nod repeatedly in front of her. Then you both hear the couch creak again making you both turn your heads to see Tara stand up before Sam asks "Boundaries right? Then can you take a step back for me? I don't want to spill all this water and make you wet now. That would be a lot to clean up."

You hear her say, her words making you laugh “Yeah, okay, sure” you say mid laugh before you accidentally snort. The unexpected snort made Sam laugh after she put the pot on the stove and you laughed even harder while covering your face as Tara walked into the kitchen.

"Hey you two, need any help with dinner?" Tara asked you both with a smile after witnessing you and her sister laughing in the kitchen. 

"Um sure," you say to her as you look over at Sam briefly, your girlfriend shrugging before you open the fridge to find one package of chicken. "Here, take this chicken please," you say to Tara, handing her one package to put on the island. "Thank you...now I just have to find the last one…but uh make sure you take off the skin" you say aloud trying to find the last package of chicken but Sam steps in by putting her hand on your shoulder.

“Here, let me get the last package for you so you don't open up your stitches” Sam voices, concerned about your wounds reopening before she bent over to find the package of meat for you in the fridge. However, when you turn away to find a butter knife to open the package of chicken ahead of time Tara opens the freezer to get an ice pop then forgets to close the door. Upon finding the package of chicken for dinner, Sam goes to stand up when her head makes contact with the freezer door. “OW!” Sam yells causing you to whip your head around to look at her “Tara! What is with you and not closing doors lately!?” She yells at her little sister before handing the package to you.

"Oooh, please! That was two times Sam I’ll make sure to close the door next time" Tara spoke back to her sister. Her backtalk makes Sam walk over to her to flick her in the forehead but you stop Sam by stepping in front of her to talk to Tara. 

“Tara, all your sister is trying to say is that she would appreciate it if you would be mindful of others in the apartment and close the doors..” you started and Sam who is behind you is secretly mouthing.

‘You are so lucky that Y/n is standing between us’ Sam mouthed to her sister as she made faces at her causing Tara to smirk and you to turn your head briefly to Sam before looking back at Tara.

“Do you understand where she’s coming from Tara? She just wants everyone to keep their limbs intact and their heads on their shoulders” you say next causing Tara to nod in agreement. 

“Fine, I will take that into consideration” Tara replied before taking the butter knife from you to open a package of chicken while you look for another butter knife to use when Sam offers one in your peripherals. Then you turn to reach out and grab it from her but are met with some resistance so you look up at Sam only to make eye contact with the same dark figure behind her eyes from the other night. 

“Sam?” you called her name before you saw the dark figure in her eyes take up most of her irises slowly bringing you into a trance as if the dark figure behind them was testing if you would submit or stand your ground. But much to the dark figure’s dismay in Sam, the creature that occupies your irises stands tall and fierce. Your expression gradually shifts from curious to pissed off and quizzical, unsure of what to make of Sam’s eyes. But unlike Sam’s darkness, which is rooted in the twisted legacy passed down from her father through blood, the creature within you is an enigma. You know of the creature within you from attacking Ethan, yet its origins remain a mystery, a shadow lurking in the corners of your mind.

"Sam, are you and Y/n having a staring contest right now?" Tara asks from behind you as you come back to your senses, the creature in your eyes retreating quickly, you turn your head to look at Tara before looking back at Sam’s eyes as you watch the light walk back into them. 

"Uh? Um, we were I think but um here you go Y/n" Sam replied to Tara confused, handing you the butter knife before she noticed the water was boiling on the stove so she tended to it. "SO what do we throw into the pot first?" She asks out loud before picking up the piece of paper from earlier "Okay first the salt" she says to herself as she gets the salt from the cabinet before reading the little paper again like she was working at a restaurant.

But you just momentarily stare at Sam before turning your back on her to open the other package of chicken she gave you wondering what to make of what just happened in the kitchen as you skinned it."Clear the way!" Tara yells, making Sam step out of her way while Sam watches Tara and you bring the chicken over to put into the pot to get boiled. 

"Now" you paused as Sam turned to the sink to turn on the faucet so you and her sister could wash your hands "We wait," you said last as your eyes wandered to Sam’s face.

While you, Tara, and Sam are waiting for the chicken to boil, you three hear someone using their keys to unlock the front door to the apartment as Chad makes his way over to the kitchen to get a drink after talking to his sister while you throw the skin from the chicken into the trash can.

“Took you guys a long time,” Chad says aloud as he watches Danny and Ethan walk into the apartment with some grocery bags.

“Got lost?” Sam asked Danny before her eyes shifted to Ethan, her instincts telling her to watch out for him as he might be a threat to you.

“No, not necessarily, while walking to a bodega nearby Ethan and I were talking about life until we lost each other in the middle of a crowd. It turned out his shoelace had come undone so he found refuge in an alleyway to tighten his shoe while I tried to find a vantage point to see where he was” Danny answered her before noticing you walking over to the pot to examine the water with Tara and then looked back at Sam.

“Yeah that was my bad, I should have said something sooner to you before stepping out of the way to fix my shoe. I’m sorry about that.” Ethan apologized to Danny, feeling bad for giving him a freight before looking at you and Tara at the stove.

“Hey, Sam, can you get the chicken bones from the pot for us?” Tara asked, causing Sam to turn around to look at what was going on.

“Sure,” she says, putting a mitten on so she wouldn’t burn herself from the steam, and then got a large spoon to hook the chicken bones onto “Wow look at the color of that water,” Sam says aloud smiling at the pot before breaking the spaghetti noodles in the box and emptying the contents into the pot.

Then everyone in the apartment waits at their respective spots for dinner such as Danny, Chad, and Ethan hanging out in the living room to watch whatever Mindy had put on while Mindy, Tara, Sam and You hung out around the island in the kitchen and every so often look at the TV when a scene happens to catch one of your eyes.

But there was a particular scene that caught Sam’s eye on TV, it depicted a serial killer running after a girl down a hallway similar to what she believes might have happened to you at your apartment. The scene causes Ethan's story to resurface but as she thinks more about it, his story doesn't make much sense to her 'Why would you have hit Ethan over the head if he was trying to help you restore the electricity?' she pondered, unable to reconcile his account with her perception of you. Though she felt your gaze on her, her thoughts continued to race. 'Ghost Face wouldn't spare anyone...Did he not see Ethan in the basement with you?' she continued, questioning the consistency of Ethan's narrative and Ghost Face's true intentions.

While across the room, Ethan is replaying what he did to you at your apartment while watching the same film on TV. The scenes on the screen slowly make him smile at the thought of deceiving you by being your semi dependable friend to becoming Ghost Face and making your blood run cold in front of him. Ethan can practically feel himself getting excited all over again from remembering your earlier encounters and the expressions you’ve made but the feeling soon disappears when he remembers the amount of strength you revealed to him on two occasions. The first is when you slammed him against the corner of a wall to save Anika and the second one is from when you disarmed him and then tried to kill him earlier that morning. The very thought causes him to lock his jaw and look over at you, as he contemplates how to get rid of you before you can do further damage to a much bigger plan that has yet to be set in motion even though his foreman would rather have you join them despite what they did to you. Ethan believes that if his boss truly wanted to have you join their team of killers they would try to convince you themselves and not have him the shy and dorky guy to be the middleman when he's supposed to remain shy, irritated and scared for his life so Chad could take care of him. 

But Ethan's gaze on your figure doesn't go unnoticed because Sam glares at him from across the room even though you're sitting right in front of her, she can't help but feel protective over you. However, despite how she feels about Ethan's story she doesn't like that his stare seems almost predatory so she pulls your stool closer to her body. 

The sudden movement of your stool moving beneath you causes you to have a mini heart attack because your body for a second fell backward but to counter the loss of balance you hook your right leg around Sam’s left and place your left hand on her right thigh. “Holy shit Sam, a little warning would have been nice,” you said to her and Sam lowered her head a little with a tilt before looking up at you.

“You're right. I’m sorry for doing that to you” she apologized to you before she purposely moved her left hand to rub the side of your right thigh, making sure that Ethan was aware and watching her as she briefly looked over at him, her hand settling on your calf next as his jaw grew tight. “Got something on your mind, Y/n?” she asked you, as she turned her head before noticing how quiet you were while examining her face, specifically her eyes. 

“Mm,” you started, taking a deep breath as you paused to think of what you were going to say, your mind still wondering about the phenomenon that your girlfriend’s eyes went through an hour ago. However, you were at a loss for words as if your brain had left your body, your eyes shifting from her onyx brown orbs to her lips and then back at her eyes again before taking the opportunity to turn your body fully toward the island to hide your red face as Sam started to smile at you.

“Oh, cat got your tongue Y/n?” Mindy asked for both herself and Tara because they were paying attention to how you and Sam were conversing just moments ago as you sat there baffled in front of them.

“Yeah and what did I say about hanging around my sister?” Tara said afterward as Mindy and she exchanged a look before giving you a shit eating grin.

“Ha ha,” you say scoffing at them, “I can be quiet when I want to Mindy and Tara I’m not interested in your sister…we’re just friends” you countered with a smile as you looked over at your girlfriend making sure she's not offended in any way as you watch her prop her head with her hand, watching you with amusement.

After overhearing you demote yourself from being Sam’s girlfriend to friend, Danny takes the opportunity to get up from the couch to get himself a drink from the fridge but first he stops by to hug Sam from behind “What you girls are talking about over here?” He asked as you watched him snake his arms around Sam’s torso and her waist before squeezing her, causing Sam to bring her hands up to rub his toned forearms in front of you, and for a minute you felt a little jealous.

‘Maybe we should tell everyone we’re together’ you thought to yourself not noticing that Mindy is watching you intently, eating up every visual information she can pick up from you so she can tell Anika over the phone later. Tara on the other hand looks worried that you might intentionally take the closest pen near you and stab Danny in the jugular several times. However, you know in your heart, that Sam is interested in you because she’s always trying to find ways to touch and kiss you. You just don’t know if Danny knows that because he sort of acts like he’s still together with Sam in some way even now while he’s giving Sam a forehead kiss as she looks up at him, you know it's just a cover. 

Then Tara clears her throat several times to get her sister's attention as she watches you intently look at Sam unable to pull your eyes away from the fake couple but her attempts don’t work. 

But Tara’s throat clearing doesn’t go unnoticed because it certainly catches Mindy’s attention, so she watches as Tara tries to cue her older sister in on what she’s doing. Mindy looks between you and Sam when she finally picks up on what's wrong. ‘Ooooh’ Mindy thought, realizing that maybe you’re jealous of Sam for giving Danny attention and not you, which makes Mindy smile before thinking about what question to ask you. “Hey Y/n” Mindy calls your name as soon as she thinks of her question, making you turn your head to look at her.

“What's up Mindy?” you respond to your friend with a light smile because you know that Mindy could do you no wrong or so you thought.

“What were you doing before you went to Gale’s rescue?” She asked you knowing that Sam’s ears would perk up sooner or later because Kirby sort of filled everyone in while they packed themselves into your car after finding Ghost Face’s location.

“Oh um I was meeting up with a client at a restaurant called Rancho Tequileria near Gale’s home, she actually picked the place,” you told her not knowing that Mindy was going to use what little information you just told her as ammunition to spark you into a heavy conversation and make Sam get jealous.

“Oh, who's this mystery client that took you on what could have been a cute date?” she asked you, smiling to herself because not only did she get Tara to stop clearing her throat but she had Tara looking at her with a grin and Sam giving her the side eye before looking at you.

“Oh uh,” you smiled at Mindy thinking about that meeting “Her name is Melanie Rodriguez she wanted some help with designing her website for her Slay the Day salon so Erika and Luna recommended me to her a few weeks ago.” 

“Oh yeah, was she pretty in looks as well as personality? Also, Erika and Luna are the same couple who runs a Mothers Love, A Woman's Bakery right?” Mindy asked you as she became immersed in talking with you, making her forget why she was talking to you in the first place.

“Yes and I’ve been working with them for two years now going on three in September” You nodded at Mindy’s second question with a smile before talking about your client. “As for your first question, yes she was intimidatingly pretty and she was patient, decisive, and surprisingly easy to talk to despite me being initially nervous.” You say to Mindy feeling animated in front of her while Sam moves her head to get a better look at you while you talk about another woman in front of her. “It was kind of funny because at some point Melanie was looking in my direction while licking her lips…well technically it wasn’t funny I was just really confused, I couldn’t tell if she was looking at what I was eating or someone behind me.” You said aloud as Mindy’s smile grew as she remembered why she was asking you questions in the first place before looking over at Tara who was shocked by the information you just revealed. 

“What were you eating at the restaurant?” Sam asked you with a tightened jaw hoping she heard you wrong as you turned your head to her.

“I was eating this dish called um…give me a minute to look up the dish because I don’t want to butcher the name.” You told her as you pulled your phone from your pocket to look up the dish you ate from the restaurant while Sam watched your facial expressions go from focused to happy as you handed her your phone.

Sam takes your phone and looks at the screen “You ate a Molcajete de Rancho uh?” she asked you and you nodded at her with a smile as she kept her eyes on your phone before highlighting the text and searching for a photo of it. ‘This dish does look good’ she thought to herself before looking up at you briefly “What was Melanie eating?” she asked next and you thought about it.

“Well I don’t believe she was eating a lot but she had a dish called Azteca Fajitas” you replied not missing a detail as Sam looked away from your phone and at you fully. “I thought the dish sounded very cool and it smelled really good which is why I remembered the name” you explained as Sam looked down at your phone to look up a photo of Melanie's dish.

“Are you sure Melanie wasn’t looking at you when she licked her lips?” Sam asked you, her eyes narrowing at you a little as she gave you your phone back because the dish that Melanie had although delicious looking didn’t look like much to Sam in her opinion. In fact, Sam felt that the reason why Melanie didn’t eat a lot is because she was sizing you up to eat you out later that day but you just shook your head with a shrug at her question.    

Danny on the other hand was impressed by your client for being so bold around you because he knows that if a man did that to you that you would have probably retreated and honestly he wouldn’t wish that on anyone. But his thoughts couldn’t protect him from Sam’s anger and jealousy that was burning through her skin because he felt that the temperature underneath his arms was similar to a furnace which he found very unusual. Because he can’t recall seeing or feeling that kind of reaction from Sam whenever he would talk about other women in front of her assuming Sam knew he wouldn’t leave her for another person so he slowly unwraps his arms from around his ex before stepping to the side so he can get a drink. 

“Sam, unless she’s a cannibal I don’t see why she would look at me and then lick her lips,” you say to your girlfriend not understanding why she was heavily focused on Melanie’s habit of licking her lips as you recall another detail. “I wonder what attractive being behind me she was undressing,” you said next, causing Tara and Mindy to cover their mouths while Sam narrowed her eyes fully on you.

“SHE DID WHAT?” Sam yelled, startling you. She knew that the cogs in your brain were working but she didn’t expect to hear those words come out of your mouth “How can you not see that Melanie was interested in you? She was practically undressing you with her eyes!”

“I don’t see why you are so alarmed about Melanie licking her lips and undressing someone with her eyes. It’s not like it was toward me” you replied, getting frustrated because you were confused as to why your girlfriend was getting mad at you. 

“Mindy, what have you done?” Tara whispers to her and she watches as her childhood friend shrugs.

“I was just trying to help Y/n get payback” Mindy replies to Tara as she shakes her head “I didn’t think it was going to end up in their first argument'' she whispers to the smaller Carpenter sister honestly.

Sam’s eyes widened, taken aback by your response. “How can you not notice something so obvious!” Sam starts yelling again but she doesn’t realize that you don’t necessarily understand social cues all that well. 

But with the TV volume a little too loud for your liking, the heat of the room from cooking, you having a hard time understanding what Sam is trying to say and Sam yelling at you, you don’t realize that you are being overstimulated. With a clenched fist at your sides, your voice trembled with anger “News flash, Sam! I’m not you! I’m not this bodybuilder or trackstar built woman that people are conventionally attracted to. I know in my bones that Melanie is not interested in me by any means because of that!” you yell back at Sam which leaves everyone in the apartment stunned. 

As Danny slowly opens up the fridge to get a drink from the door, he leans over to look at the chicken and pasta that you and Sam made in the pot before quietly clearing his throat. “Dinner is ready,” he says in the relatively quiet room except for the TV that's on as he turns off the heat underneath the pot.

You try to take a deep breath while holding back tears from frustration. “You guys can eat. I'm not hungry right now.” You say to Danny as he nods before reaching into the cabinet above the stove to get a few bowls “I need a quiet space and time to calm down.”

You said as you looked over at Danny before turning your back on Sam, standing up then walking to Danny’s room, he chimes “You can use the spare room that I have down the hallway…because it's cool and less noisy.” Danny said a little awkwardly “It's down the hallway passed the bathroom to the left..you can’t miss it” Danny suggested to you which you followed immediately. 

When the door slammed shut behind you, Sam sat there on her stool in the kitchen, speechless. Her mind raced, trying to process the sudden outburst. She had no idea that you felt that way about yourself no one in the room had. The anger and hurt in your voice echoed in her mind. It hurt her to hear you, the woman she loved talk that way, her heart sank, a mix of guilt and sorrow washing over her. She had only meant to educate you, not hurt you. 

“Um, you want me to go talk to Y/n, Sam?” Tara asked her sister, getting ready to get up from her seat to get a bowl of Blood pasta as Chad and Ethan started shuffling into the kitchen waiting to get a bowl of their own quietly. But all Sam could do was shake her head while looking down the hallway as she tried to think of something to say to you that felt genuine but she couldn't. Nothing in her head sounded right to her so she got up from her seat causing Mindy to look up at her.

“Do you have a plan to get back in Y/n’s good graces?” Mindy asked, curious to see if Sam had any idea on how to apologize to you considering that she has never brought a girl home as far as she knows. 

Once again Sam silently shook her head as she looked over at Mindy hoping just by looking at her that she could absorb some knowledge on how to apologize to you without the risk of losing you. Because even though it’s not Sam’s first time being with a woman in the capacity of loving a woman, understanding what a woman wants, and how a woman feels. It’s certainly her first time being in a committed relationship with a woman, especially a woman who she believes might be neurodiverse and she doesn’t want to fuck it up.

“Even though I still don’t trust her. I say talk to Y/n as if you're talking to any of us Sam,” Chad voices making Sam look over at him by the front door eating the Blood pasta that you and her made together. He gives Sam the much needed push to get her away from the kitchen. “My god this dinner is so good” he whispers to himself as Sam secretly smiles at his reaction to the food before she slowly makes her way down the hallway.

In the bedroom that you reside in at the end of the hallway, you are berating yourself for how you reacted. “Y/n why did you do that!? You should have just agreed to what she was saying to you! You had one job to not fuck this relationship up and you can’t even do that correctly!” you say to yourself as you walk back and forth in the small room. “Sam is going to leave you because…because you're too much,” you say to yourself as Sam stood outside the room with her hand hovering over the door knob not understanding why you would say such things to yourself when she knows you were just voicing how you felt to her at the island.

Then Sam knocks on the door to get your attention “Y/n, can I come in?” She asks through the door hoping to hear a reply from you but she doesn’t. It makes her wonder what you might be doing in the spare room. Like if you're standing still on the other side waiting for her to leave or perhaps waiting for her to bust the door down. “Y/n? Y/n, I just want to talk. I’m not here to yell at you” Sam said next hoping you would understand that there is a gentle third option before hearing you shuffle towards the door and slowly unlock it for her. 

After you unlock the door Sam gently enters the room before closing and locking the door behind her, the clicking sound entering your ears as you turn around to face her but not before turning on the lamp in the small room you both occupy.

“Oh, you didn’t have to put on the lights Y/n. I would have been able to see you in the dark” Sam says as she turns around to face you with gentle tired eyes. She then notices the tear stains on your cheeks and the glassy look in your eyes. It is clear to her that you might be more sensitive than most people, especially with how quickly you became frustrated with the topic. 

“I’m sorry,” you both said at the same time, inadvertently making you both laugh as you tried to dry your face with your hands. You sniffle before saying “You go first…because I don’t know what to say to you” You voice softly to your girlfriend unsure of what to say when your body is full of anxiety.

Sam can see this very clearly because you're breathing a little heavily and you're playing with the bottom of her sweater. Sam knows the signs all too well because even though she’s calm in front of you right now she is also experiencing anxiety just like you, except she's playing with her hands. “Y/n…I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier. I only meant to educate you about the signs of how someone like Melanie might like you, however, I got so caught up in being jealous about another woman hitting on you that I didn’t realize that I had frustrated you.” Sam said thoughtfully to you as she looked down at her hands that she started messaging out of nervousness.

After Sam was done talking it was your turn to speak even though your mind raced on what to say back to her. “I uh“ you started, trying not to cry in front of her “I’m sorry for yelling at you in front of your family” you continued as you found your voice even though it was shaky “That wasn’t cool of me to do” you finished your thought before sitting down on the bed.

“I appreciate you for saying that, however, I don’t think you should be sorry for speaking your mind,” Sam says back to you as she walks over to join you on the bed. But Sam sees you getting comfortable, spreading out on the bed as you avert your gaze elsewhere. Sam smiles for two reasons at you, the first reason is because you're opening up more to her and the second reason is because she's always wanted to straddle you in bed. 

Without looking at Sam another thought came to mind that you felt that you needed to apologize for “It still wasn’t cool of me to do Sam and I’m also sorry for being jealous of yo-” You started to voice to Sam before you paused midway as you felt the bed dip near your hips, you immediately looked up. Your heart almost left your chest as you witnessed Sam getting comfortable climbing on top of you, her eyes half lidded like she was going to eat you right up beneath her.

“You? Y/n jealous of me?” Sam inquired in a whisper smiling down at you while realizing why you would have been jealous while she slowly moved your hands above your head. “For giving him attention?” she says next as she watches your breath pick up beneath her.

“Whoa Carpenter,” you said aloud with a nervous smile but also with surprise in your voice, You started to breathe heavily now. You watch as Sam leans down to your level her soft lips start kissing your neck. “I don’t know if it’s safe for us..to be in the same room together..” you started breathlessly as Sam was kissing near a sweet spot on your neck “Anymore,” you said last, a light moan leaving your lips.

Your moan encourages Sam to kiss you more even though initially she just wanted to let you know that you are beautiful just the way you are by reminding you with a few kisses to your neck and lips to prove her point. However, Sam would be happy to settle for making you moan and groan below her as long as possible “All I want is you Y/n” she says out of breath, tempted to rub herself against your thigh while kissing up your neck. “Only you,” Sam says to you as she starts feverishly kissing your lips while pulling at the hoodie you're wearing, unable to stop herself until she has to rip herself away from you so she can breathe as you chase her lips for more affection. 

“Sam” you whisper her name, unable to take your half lidded eyes off her as you start to drag your eyes slowly up and down her body. For a moment your eyes settle on her chest, watching as her chest rises and falls each time she breathes in more air while you try to catch your own. Sam notices and smiles down at you lovingly. Neither of you knew how absolutely crazy you both are for each other mind, body, and spirit. It was almost like you were made for each other like lost lovers in time. A compliment to the other. It drives you nuts inside how crazy you are about Sam, it turns your crazy into something adventurous because you want to know what loving Sam and getting lost in her feels like.

While you admire Sam from beneath her, Sam watches as the cogs in your head start moving. It gets her excited for more because she loves being able to see the different sides of you whether provoked sexually like this or seeing you naturally in the presence of her family and with her alone. But as quickly as the spark began she could see the lust in your eyes waning because she knows you're hesitating, you’re careful. Too careful. Too cautious to express that you want her in her entirety, she knows you’re new to the world of love but it makes her wonder, how many people have you met already? How many people have you met, whether platonic, familial, or romantic? How many of those people saw the love in your eyes for them that they acknowledged and told you in their own ways that you were too much? Because Sam knows that you aren’t too much, you're a woman who needs attunement, affection, and a place to grow, and thrive. In her own way, she wants to help you grow as a person because unknowingly you've helped her grow too.

As Sam’s half lidded eyes looked back at your own, filled with questions and thoughts about your love for her and being able to grow together, she didn't realize that you had moved until she was lying on her back. Sam looks up at you with surprise, the lust that was waning before is now illuminating. That's all she could see in your eyes before noticing you blushing as you place your hands on either side of her head, climbing on top of her before you carefully lean down to her level on the bed. Your face is hovering over her own. Your noses touch as she gazes into your eyes. Your lips are just inches apart. You look at your girlfriend's lips and then at her eyes waiting for her to give you permission to kiss her as your breath feathers over her skin. Your heart is beating so fast you can practically hear it in your ears. You scan Sam’s face, noticing her half lidded gaze, her long lashes, and then her plump lips that you don’t notice right away her slow nod of approval for you to kiss her until she caresses your face with her hand to focus on her. ‘She’s lying to you’ the voice said in your head ‘She doesn’t actually want you’ it voiced once again. It was the anxiety talking to you and for a moment you closed your eyes trying to hold back what little tears threatened to come to the surface. You back away from Sam but within her reach she lightly swipes her thumb across your cheekbone to comfort you.

“Shhhh” Sam says to you in a calm but low voice trying to be soothing to your ears so you would relax “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Sam voices to you so you know that you don’t have to continue, giving you an out as you nod against her hand before leaning into it causing Sam to caress the other side of your face. Sam decides to sit up, you sitting up along with her as she examines your face seeing the light scars that litter your face from your first encounter with Ghost Face before lightly kissing them. “You are so beautiful you know that Y/n” Sam said to you with love as she littered your face with kisses “And handsome and super kind..” she continued kissing your forehead. “Your well of love must be so so deep just like you,” she said next as she kissed your lips before backing away to say something else but something about Sam’s kiss made your hands gently take hers away from your face to bring her closer so you can kiss her.

Your kiss takes Sam by surprise as she slowly melts into you because when your lips touched hers it was smooth and gentle just like you, your hands roamed her body while her arms wrapped around your neck. But as gentle as your kisses started they gradually got rough and hot. Your lips gravitated down her neck not hard enough to leave hickeys but enough that you started to hear Sam moan in your ear. You swear it’s one of the hottest sounds to grace your eardrums as her moans make you moan into her skin, you kiss down to her clavicle and then give her chest some attention as Sam allows you to lay her down on the bed. Continuing your course you bite Sam’s tank top lifting it up as the bottom of it rises causing it to reveal her muscles underneath making Sam breathe more heavily as she anticipates what you might do next. But she is impatient, Sam rolls her lower body into you trying to find friction against your thigh, however, you stop her movements by pressing your hands down on her hips as you kiss down her stomach inching ever closer to her hips, and Sam moans with anticipation. 

“Baby” Sam whines to you while trying to catch her breath as she feels herself grow wet at the thought of you between her legs.

You end up giggling at her whines, the vibrations from your giggles making her even wetter at the thought of you bringing toys into the bedroom. Then you lick just above the waistband of her jeans, before propping yourself up as you drag your hands up her thighs about to unbutton her jeans. However, before you can unbutton Sam’s jeans the light in the room flickers making you and Sam look at the corner of the room before it goes out causing you to flinch away from Sam. You end up having another flashback. You remember hearing the light bulb at the corner of the main hallway in the basement break as if someone had hit the bulb with a hard object leaving shattered glass on the floor before Ghost Face appeared in front of you in the dark and then hearing a voice say ‘Why is it so hard to kill a roach like you?’ It didn’t make sense as it continued, you felt a series of painful waves as Ghost Face sliced the side of your ribs and then punched your side as if it were happening in real time. “Agh,” you say aloud panting against the wall before another flash ‘I have to keep going’ and then noticing Ghost Face in an alleyway. 

The last thing you remember hearing was Sam and Tara screaming from your phone “Y/N!” before Sam touched your hand as you opened your eyes to see her phone light illuminating the spare room. “Did you have another flashback?” Sam asked you in a whisper, you nodded in front of her tiredly making her scoot closer to you so she could embrace you as you covered the larger wound with your hand before she kissed your cheek. “The light bulb must have been old which is why it broke so suddenly,” she says as she kisses your lips next before taking your hand in hers as she tries to calm down.

“I wouldn’t put it past the universe to give us a sign that now isn’t the greatest time to be intimate” you respond to Sam’s explanation making her laugh as she nods because she's sort of religious but isn’t opposed to there being something higher than her god or perhaps believing that it’s just the way of the world like you do.

“Maybe,” she says to you with a smile before taking your hand and pulling you up with her. You both slowly make your way to the bedroom door for Sam to unlock. She opens the door for you so you can walk out first before exiting herself. “Y/n” she calls your name once again making you turn around to face her as she lifts her hand to caress your face before leaning into you so she can whisper something in your ear making your mouth open just a little as your brows rise. “I just thought I would tell you that” Sam explains to you as she backs away from you with a smile.

You were so shocked by what she told you that you were overcome with joy but you also didn’t know what to say back to her but her name “Sam I-I-...What do I?” you stuttered, having a hard time forming a coherent thought before she stopped you with a kiss.

“You don’t have to do or say anything right now Y/n. Only when you feel ready to say it” is what she tells you before a loud noise interrupts your moment causing you and Sam to run to the living room. “Is everyone okay!” Sam yells as she scans the room hoping it's not Ghost Face until she hears you sigh with relief before following your gaze to the kitchen.

“Don’t worry I just dropped a bowl in the kitchen!” Danny announces before standing up to let everyone know he's okay. “Okay well maybe everyone should worry,” he says taking back his previous statement “No one comes into this kitchen until I’ve cleared the floor of sharp ceramic pieces and please only wear shoes if you plan to step in here” Danny informs his guests before looking over at Sam “Sam could you give me a hand?” he asks.

“Yeah I can,” she says to him with a little smile before turning to you. “You hang out at the coffee table with the others and when I’m done helping Danny, I’ll bring over the dinner we made okay?” She asks you and you respond with a nod and a smile which widens Sam’s smile, her nodding back “I’ll be over soon.”

Sam says last but before you can move from your spot to join your friends Kirby calls your phone.

“Hey Kirby, I feel like it's been a while, what's up?” you ask your sister in law before you pull the phone away from your ear.

“Y/N, WE NEED TO TALK!” Kirby yells through the phone letting you know she's angry with you.

“Uh, about what? I don’t understand?” You reply not understanding why your sister in law was angry and now yelling at you.

“God you are so lucky that I have a lot of paperwork to deal with. Anyway tell Sam I’m stopping by the apartment tomorrow,” Kirby said to you before continuing. “You better not go anywhere,” she says last in a threatening tone that leaves you a bit alarmed. 

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Enough to Go By (Chapter 2) -- a Shigaraki x f!Reader fic

Your best friend vanished on the same night his family was murdered, and even though the world forgot about him, you never did. When a chance encounter brings you back into contact with Shimura Tenko, you'll do anything to make sure you don't lose him again. Keep his secrets? Sure. Aid the League of Villains? Of course. Sacrifice everything? You would - but as the battle between the League of Villains and hero society unfolds, it becomes clear that everything is far more than you or anyone else imagined it would be. (cross-posted to Ao3)

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Chapter 2

When the ER doctors ask you how you got hurt, you lie. You know you shouldn’t lie, know that Tenko’s dangerous, know that his quirk, whatever it is, is deadly on contact. Some part of you thinks you should be scared of the possibility that Tenko will come back to finish the job. But at the same time, you know you’re the one who chased him. You’re the one who wouldn’t let him go. If you hadn’t run after him, none of this would have happened.

This, it turns out, is a wrist that requires a specialized healing quirk to fix, and a bruised larynx that makes you sound like you’ve been deepthroating a lead pipe. “Whoever you’re protecting, you shouldn’t,” an old, sort of grizzled nurse says severely after the fifth time you’ve repeated your lie. “Another few pounds of pressure on your throat and you’d be dead.”

Tenko was fine with killing you, at least at first. You’re not sure what changed his mind, or why he let you go, and in spite of the fact that he gave you injuries severe enough for an overnight in the ER, you can’t help wondering what happened to him. The friend you knew was nothing like that. He got frustrated sometimes, like everyone else, but he was kind. And hurting people? He wouldn’t. His older sister did more playground fighting than he did. In fact, when you think about it – you close your eyes against the fluorescent lights in your hospital room and try to fend off the memory. You can’t quite do it, because it’s crystal clear. Tenko spent more time getting hurt than doing the hurting.

If Tenko and Hana got out the door first on school days, they’d wait outside your house on the sidewalk for you to come out, so you could all walk to school together. If you were ready first, you’d wait for them. One morning you were waiting, tapping your feet, fiddling with your umbrella because the weather looked like rain even if the forecast didn’t say so, when you heard voices. One raised grown-up voice and one small anxious one, from inside the house.

You didn’t want to eavesdrop, but you didn’t know how not to. Hana had a cold, so she was staying home. Tenko had wanted to say goodbye to her before he left, but their dad said no, and when Tenko stuck his head in the door anyway, his dad yelled. And was still yelling, over whatever Tenko was trying to say, until Tenko stumbled out onto the sidewalk, without a raincoat or an umbrella and scratching the skin around his eyes.

Or wiping his eyes, maybe. He started scrubbing at them frantically when he saw you. “Don’t look –”

You turned around, and as you did, you felt the first drops of rain. “Are you okay?”

“Hana’s sick.” Tenko sniffled. “I went in her room when I wasn’t supposed to.”

I heard, you almost said. But you didn’t. You just asked again. “Are you okay?”

“We have to walk or we’ll be late.” Tenko started walking, past you, and you followed him. The rain was falling harder, spattering Tenko’s shirt and his backpack. “It wasn’t supposed to rain.”

“Here.” You put up your umbrella and hurried to catch him, holding it over both your heads. You didn’t have a choice but to look at him now, and you saw how puffy his eyes were. “I bet Hana was happy.”

Tenko nodded. He wiped his nose on the back of his hand and sniffled again, and when his hand fell back to his side, it brushed against yours. Tenko cringed. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said. You linked your pinky finger with his. “I swear.”

Tenko’s finger hooked tighter around yours. “Only since you swore.”

He had a cold the next day, and so did you. You cried until your mom went over to his house to apologize for you getting Tenko and Hana sick. So this isn’t the first time you’ve lied to protect Tenko. It might just be the first time you’re getting away with it.

You’re out of the ER at eight in the morning, and by nine-thirty you’re at work. You’re a medical assistant in a network of urgent care clinics that serve low-income people, uninsured people, or people who don’t want to risk going to a standard hospital. Your friends call your workplace Villains, Inc., and you’re not going to say you haven’t met your share – but you also meet a lot of people, and you think it’s good for you. Sometimes it feels like there are two Japans, sharing space in the same territory. One full of pretty, shiny heroes and happy, law-abiding civilians and uncomplicatedly evil villains, where everybody has a quirk and everybody’s always doing their best. And then there’s the other Japan, populated by everybody who doesn’t belong in the first one.

They say one in five people are quirkless, but you see at least fifty people a day at work, and the number of quirkless people on your side of Japan is a lot higher. Quirkless children have the school system to nominally protect them, but there’s no such system for quirkless adults. A lot of them are pushed to the margins, losing jobs to those with quirks, even if their quirk is useless for the jobs in question. Even when quirkless people can get work, it’s at a lower level than a quirked person could get. Your applications to nursing school were rejected, even though your grades matched the standard. You’re lucky that you’d already found an apprenticeship, in a workplace willing to sponsor your education and train you on the job.

You’ve been working here for two years, part-time as an apprentice and CNA in high school and full-time since you graduated. You’re a medical assistant now, which means you can do a whole bunch of things – take history, check vitals, draw blood, give vaccines. You have a specific exam room you work out of, and the newest workers, the ones still in high school, bring patients from the waiting room to you. From there, you figure out where to route them. To an exam room with a nurse or a physician, to the lab for blood tests, to Imaging, to the ER if their injuries or illness are too severe to be treated here. You’ve only had to route somebody to the morgue once.

You’ve just delivered your most recent patient to an exam room with a doctor, and you’re in the process of documenting it in the chart when a message pops up from one of your coworkers at the front desk. FOF. Can you handle it?

FOF – freak out front. You don’t love that acronym. How F are we talking?

Creepy-looking + mean. The new kid messed up, but not that bad.

You’re not in the mood for difficult patients today. Your throat is sore and your wrist is itching and the turtleneck you’re wearing to cover the bruises on your neck is a little too tight. But you’re the most senior medical assistant working today, and even if you weren’t, dealing with difficult people is sort of your specialty. You did a great job last night right up until you decided to chase after Tenko.

Nobody’s perfect, and you learned your lesson, didn’t you? You sigh, wincing at how it feels, and respond. Send them over.

You go back to your chart, trying desperately to finish it before the new patient arrives, and you’re just about to send it to your supervisor when the CNA knocks on the door. “Come in!”

The door opens and the patient steps through, shutting it behind them. “Just a second,” you say, deciding you’re going to finish your documentation if it kills you. “You can have a seat and I’ll be with you as soon as I just –”

“Your voice sounds weird.”

You almost choke on your own spit. You look up from your computer and find Tenko staring at you from across the exam room.

Between the fluorescent lights of the convenience stores and the shadowy darkness of the street, your encounter with Tenko last night had the sense of a fever dream or an acid trip – shiny around the edges, not quite real. Seeing him in broad daylight in your dingy exam room is unnerving beyond words. He looks even more like your best friend than he did before, but there are more differences, too – a scar over Tenko’s mouth, another scar over his right eye. Whatever skin condition he had around his eyes as a child, it’s gotten worse, so much worse that it’s obliterated his eyebrows and spread to his forehead. He’s wearing a black hoodie, maybe the same hoodie he was wearing last night. And he’s staring at you.

You thought there was no way he’d come back to finish the job. You thought you were safe. You thought wrong. Your voice comes out in an airless whisper, like you’re still sprawled on the concrete with his arm across your throat. “What are you doing here?”

“It says outside you have to treat everybody. Is that true?” Tenko’s voice is abrupt, bordering on rude, and he doesn’t wait for an answer. “Your voice sounds weird. And that shirt is stupid. You wouldn’t sound so weird if the collar wasn’t –”

He’s reaching towards you, and you’re frozen, even as your mind screams at you to get out of the way. Tenko’s index finger hooks into the collar of your turtleneck and pulls it down. His eyes narrow at first, turning his expression sharp and mean. Then they widen once more, past where they were before, until he looks more like the Tenko you knew than you’ve seen yet. “Who did that?”

You don’t remember your best friend being this stupid. “Who do you think?”

“I didn’t do that,” Tenko says, but his eyes dart to one side, the way they used to do when he knew he was wrong. A second later he changes his tune. “You made me do it. If you hadn’t chased me –”

You shouldn’t have chased him, but he didn’t have to choke you and burn the skin off your wrist. You look Tenko over and change the subject. You don’t want to argue. You don’t want him to get mad. “Aren’t you missing something?”

He gives you a puzzled look, and you mime a hand covering your face. “Father,” Tenko says. He calls it Father? That’s – weird. “He’s here.”

He unhooks his finger from your collar, reaches into his hoodie pocket, extracts the hand, and secures it over his face. It should look ridiculous, but instead it’s terrifying. “I can’t wear him in daylight. Master says he’s too recognizable yet.”

None of those words make any sense, and you’ve lost your ability to speak. “It says you treat everybody here. You have to. Right?” Tenko asks. You nod wordlessly. “So treat me.”

“Um –” You get the syllable out of your mouth, watching Tenko’s shoulders stiffen at the sound of your voice. “Do you have your intake form? They would have given it to you when you checked in.”

Tenko’s mouth twists. “The brat at the front desk didn’t give me anything. She said she could fill it in herself, since she knew I was here for dermatology.”

You think back to your coworker’s message. You’d say the new kid messed up pretty bad. “I’m sorry. She shouldn’t have made that assumption.”

“You did too. Didn’t you? I bet you thought I came in here for help with my disgusting skin.”

“No,” you say. “I think you’re probably coming in for your wrist.”

It’s the only thing that makes sense to you, short of him tracking you down to finish the job, and when he’s reached for you or taken the hand out of his pocket, he’s used his left hand. If your memory’s correct, Tenko’s right-handed. “It looked like you hurt it when you fell,” you continue. Tenko stares at you. “Are there any other issues you’d like us to investigate while you’re here?”

Tenko shakes his head. Okay. Nineteen-year-old male, here for suspected injury to wrist. What’s next in your exam workflow? A process you run through at least a hundred times per week has exited your mind completely. You glance around the room uselessly and your eyes land on your blood pressure cuff. “Okay. I’m going to take your vitals.”

“Why do you need those?” Tenko looks suspicious. “Stay away from me.”

“I need your blood pressure, your pulse rate, and your pulse oxygen level. None of those are invasive tests.” Not usually, anyway – given how Tenko reacted the last time you came anywhere close to touching him, you’re pretty sure that pushing the point here could get you killed. “Or just the pulse oxygen. That goes on your finger.”

You take it out, only to remember about Tenko’s quirk. Tenko notices your hesitation. He sneers behind the hand. “Don’t worry. It only works with all five fingers.”

Good to know. You clip the pulse oxygen monitor onto his middle finger and turn back to your computer. Even without looking at his wrist, an x-ray is standard protocol, and you need to get Tenko into the queue right away. The less time he spends here, the less danger everybody else is in. It might be too late for you already.

“What do you think?” Tenko asks. You look at him. “The quirk.”

“You’ve got one.” You’re not really sure what else to say.

“And you don’t. Still?” Tenko raises his eyebrows. You nod. “And you still don’t care.”

“No,” you say. “I never cared about not having one. Only about how people treat me.”

“I bet they treat you like shit,” Tenko says. He sounds gleeful, but his expression doesn’t match his tone of voice. It’s weird. “If I ask you why you’re here instead of some fancy clinic on the nice side of town, you’ll probably lie and say you love it here. But you’re here because nowhere else will take somebody who doesn’t have a quirk. Isn’t that right?”

“I do like it here.” You aren’t lying. The pulse ox monitor beeps and you take it back from Tenko, recording the reading on your computer. “And I’m here because nowhere else will take me. Let me see your wrist.”

Tenko’s had his other hand in the front pocket of his hoodie this whole time. He draws it out slowly and extends it towards you. You’re not qualified to diagnose anything, but you can see that it’s bruised and swollen, and the skin is hot when you touch it. Tenko hisses as your fingers make contact. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to see if there’s an obvious break.” You shouldn’t – he’ll be headed to Imaging no matter what – but you don’t want anyone else to come into contact with Tenko unless they have to. Tenko’s wrist is swollen to the point that you can barely feel anything beneath it. “Were you resting this last night? Or using it?”

“I had games to play.”

Tenko’s a gamer now. Huh. “That’s probably why it’s so sore. And so swollen. No more gaming with that hand until it heals.”

“You’re not a doctor. Don’t tell me what to do.”

“The doctor’s going to say the same thing.” You glance away at your screen, checking your position in the Imaging queue. There’s a chest x-ray ahead of you, with a sick kid, and those always take a while. “I’m going to get you some ice for this. It’ll help with the x-rays if the swelling goes down. Stay here.”

“No.” Tenko gets to his feet, pulling his wrist out of your grip, grimacing as the motion jars the injury. “You think I don’t know what you’ll do? You’re just dying to go to the cops.”

“I had a chance to go to the cops. Last night, when I went to the hospital for this.” You gesture at your throat, and Tenko’s expression twists behind the hand. “I didn’t go then. Why would I go now?”

Tenko stares at you. You hold his gaze. You’ve never lost a staring contest in your life, and you’re not planning to start today – and after a long moment, Tenko averts his eyes. “You can go,” he says shortly. “But I won’t use it unless you get some for your neck.”

Does he feel guilty? Is that why he’s saying that? You decide not to think about it too hard. He’s your patient right now. If this is what it’ll take for him to ice his injury, you’ll happily slap a bag of ice on your throat.

But once you’ve brought the ice back, and you’re holding yours to your throat while Tenko applies his gingerly to his wrist, you’re out of other things to do. It’s just you and your best friend, who tried to kill you last night, sitting in a room together. Tenko still has the hand over his face. Your wrist is still itching. Before last night, when you still had the luxury of imagining what it would be like to meet Tenko again after all this time, you didn’t imagine it would be like this. It makes you sad.

You’re expecting silence until Tenko gets called back to Imaging, but to your surprise, Tenko speaks up. “Your parents had three more kids,” he says. You nod. “Why?”

“To be fair to them, they thought they were only having one.” You don’t like being fair to them about this, given what happened afterwards, even if there’s no way they could have known. “It was triplets, and they were pretty sick. They got the same kind of quirk as the rest of the family, so they made us all feel how they felt. Which was – bad.”

Tenko doesn’t say anything. You shouldn’t be talking about your family, not when his family is dead. Does he even know what happened to his family? You’re not going to ask. “Sorry.”

“Did you have to take care of them?”

“What?”

“The stupid triplets. Did you have to take care of them, too?” Tenko glares from behind the hand. “I remember you always had to before. You never stayed as long as you wanted to.”

“Oh,” you say, startled. “No, um – I had to get home. I wanted to.”

“My birthday party. Your mom came to get you early and you said you weren’t crying but you were.” Tenko is still glaring at you, and you find yourself shrinking back in your chair. “I remember. Don’t lie.”

“You didn’t remember last night,” you say, but he must have remembered something, or he wouldn’t have spoken up when you mentioned how many siblings you have. “Tenko, what –”

“That’s not my name. Anymore.” Tenko scratches at his neck lefthanded. “Master gave me a new one. Tomura.”

“Tomura,” you repeat. “Is that what I should call you?”

Tenko – Tomura? – keeps scratching, clawing up red scrapes in his skin. Then his hand falls back down. “Tenko. You should call me Tenko.” He averts his eyes from yours again. “You knew me before.”

Before what? You can’t decide whether to ask, and Tenko makes the decision for you. “I knew you before, too. When you were a kid whose parents wouldn’t let her stay long enough at a birthday party for a fucking piece of cake.”

“You brought me some. The next day.” Your voice is small. “I remember that. It was the nicest thing anybody ever did for me.”

Tenko’s shoulders stiffen. “That’s pathetic.”

“It was the nicest thing back then,” you say. “Nicer stuff has happened since then.”

Has it? It probably has, but right now your mind is full, all your memories of Tenko flooding to the forefront. There aren’t many. Not nearly enough. Three years at most – your memory is good enough to pick up some things from when you were a toddler, and you and Tenko met when you were barely old enough to speak full sentences. But you talked. You always talked. You talked to each other about everything. Right now it feels like there’s nothing in the world you could say to each other, and it breaks your heart.

Your computer pings, snapping you out of it and giving you something else to fixate on. “They’re ready for us in Imaging. I’ll walk you.”

“What, you think I can’t walk by myself?”

“I want to keep an eye on you,” you say, and Tenko scoffs. “Come on.”

He takes the hand down off his face and tucks it away again before exiting the exam room. He pulls his hood up, too, shuffling along at your side too close to be a shadow. You pass more than a few of your coworkers, all of whom give you pitying looks. They feel bad for you, but they don’t know enough to feel bad for the right reason. It makes you angry, just like it made you angry to hear Tenko’s father shout at him, a useless anger that felt too large for your tiny body. You couldn’t protect him then, and he wouldn’t let you do it now, but the urge is there, as insane as it might be. He almost killed you last night. And here you are wanting to save him.

The x-rays go quickly. A few different angles, and then you and Tenko stand there while the doctor on shift interprets them. “No fracture,” he reports. “Just a bad sprain. We’ll send you home with a brace to wear. Just take it easy for a few days.”

Tenko jerks his chin downwards. It would be charitable to call it a nod. The doctor makes a quick note in his chart and turns away, trusting you to dig up a brace and conclude the visit. Tenko won’t ask, so you will. “What about for pain?”

The doctor turns, raises an eyebrow. “The patient didn’t ask.”

“The patient wouldn’t have come in if it didn’t hurt.” You’re insane. You must be, to help someone who hurt you, except you’re not thinking of last night, you’re thinking of today – of your best friend, who’s not your friend anymore, but remembers you enough to be angry on your behalf. Who brought you a slice of birthday cake the next day because you couldn’t stay long enough to have one. “What would you recommend?”

“Ice it at least three times a day, and double up on NSAIDs,” the doctor says finally. “The OTC brands will be fine. If you rest it properly it should be healed by next week. Is there anything else?”

You glance at Tenko. Tenko shakes his head. “Feel better soon,” the doctor says. “Come back for a follow-up if anything worsens.”

Tenko trails after you as you retrieve a brace from the supply cabinet. “What the hell were all those acronyms?”

“NSAIDs – nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs,” you explain. “Things like ibuprofen and acetaminophen. OTC means over the counter – things you can buy without a prescription. Any convenience store should have them.”

You find a brace in the correct size and turn to find Tenko already holding out his arm. It surprises you, to the extent that you freeze for a moment, but then you snap out of it and secure the brace around his wrist. It’s simple to avoid his quirk, now that you think about it. All you have to do is make sure all five fingers don’t touch you at once.

Tenko grimaces as you fasten the last of the Velcro straps on the brace. “It’s tight.”

“It needs to be tight to support your wrist,” you say. “If it hurts, loosen it a little bit, but not so much that it slides. Do you have questions about anything else?”

Tenko shakes his head. “He didn’t say I couldn’t play games.”

“He said you had to rest your wrist,” you say. “You can play point-and-clicks. With your other hand.”

Tenko snorts. “I’m not playing point-and-clicks.”

“Better than nothing.” They’re the only type of video game you’re good at. Sometimes you and your friends make a drinking game out of them, doing a shot every time you find a clue or solve a puzzle. “If there’s nothing else, I can go ahead and walk you out.”

It’s quiet for a second. Tenko is looking at you, and you look back, unsure of what else to do. Part of you wants him gone as fast as possible, but it’s a smaller part of you than it should be. The rest of you wants your best friend, who remembers the things you don’t talk about, who saw you through the smile you knew to paste on even at five years old. You want to find out what happened to him. You want to know where he’s been. You want to know if he knew you were here, if that’s why he came to this clinic instead of any of the others. You want to know if it’s going to be another fifteen years before you see him again.

For a moment you think Tenko will say something, will come up with something else to stretch this out. Instead he glances left, then right. “Which way do I go to get out of here?”

“I’ll walk you out,” you say again. You lead him down the hall to the door that opens onto the street, fighting the lump in your throat. There’s a spiel you’re supposed to give to patients as they leave, but you can’t get it out of your mouth.

Tenko stands there a moment, then pushes the door open lefthanded, and something inside you snaps loose. You catch his sleeve and he turns to stare at you, a sneer already beginning to twist his features. You’ve got maybe three seconds before he hurts you again, and you have to use them wisely. “I won’t ask about the rest of it. I’m not going to follow you again,” you say. “I know we won’t see each other after this. I just need to know. Are you okay, wherever you are?”

You’re expecting him to mock you, but instead the sneer falls from his face. He looks like himself again, the part of him you knew best. He doesn’t ask why you care, and you realize it’s because he knows. He knew last night when he let you go instead of killing you. You’re his best friend. Of course you care.

“Yeah. I –” Tenko coughs, clears his throat. His voice is back to its usual rasp when he speaks. “I’m okay.”

You know he’s lying. You think he might know that you know, too. But he pulls his arm away slightly, not yanking it from your grip but making it clear that he wants to leave, and you let him go.

The door swings shut behind him, and you turn and head back to your exam room, working on documenting his visit in the chart until your eyes go blurry. You didn’t sleep at all last night. You won’t sleep well tonight, either. You know already that you’ll be up late into the night, retracing every second in your head, trying to figure out what went wrong. Trying to guess what happened. Wondering, like you always wonder about Tenko – if he’s alive, if he’s all right.

You have answers to the first two questions now. Other than that, the things that keep you up tonight will be the same as they’ve been since you were six years old. Other than the scar around your wrist and the bruises around your throat, nothing’s changed at all.

[burning-omen]

Kinktober day 5: Gun Play + Steven Grant

Steven Grant x SHIELD agent!Male!reader

Kinktober 2023 List | Day 1 | Day 6 | Ao3

Summary: After taking a day off, you finally get to go home to your boyfriend, Steven.

(a/n: I MISSED YESTERDAY AND IT SHATTERED MY SOUL INTO A MILLION PIECES IM SORRY I WAS TIRED AND I FORGOT)

Warning: Guns, mention of reader killing and being shot at, reader is close with Nick Fury kinda, oral, hand job, surprisingly gentle sex, obedient Steven Grant, soft top reader, Steven talks to Marc but that's not really a warning I just wanted yall to know that my bbygrl was mention in this fic

Words: 2k

SHIELD has been sending you all over the world as of recently, you didn't complain, you knew your work was important, and the amount of trust you’d gained from Nick Fury came with a lot of off-the-books missions, mostly investigating SHIELD itself. You'd asked from a break, at least a day or so, to get your gear together after you gun, which has been through many, many mission, jammed on you mid encounter. It was embarrassing, luckily the only other people who saw it happen were either dead or in maximum security prison serving life.

Your boyfriend, Steven, wasn't home when you got there, mostly likely at work, or maybe Marc was out on his a mission. Either way, you waited for him.

In the meantime, you decided to finally take care of your gear, you'd brought all of the supplies from SHEILD headquarters before coming home, setting up at Steven’s desk, and moving the book he had lying on the table and a couple of papers into a neat stack. You started with your boots, scrubbing them, changing the insoles, making sure the outsole wasn't damaged beyond a bit of wear from years of use, then setting them aside.

Moving on to your vest, you picked out the metal fragment from the various bullets that had shattered on impact, replacing the aramid padding that- even though it has yet to show signs of any extreme damage- was starting to wear. The bruise on your stomach was proof of that, the vest stopped the bullet from piercing skin, but didn't lessen the impact as it hit you. You sighed, knowing that Steven was going to fuss over it the second he saw the festering bruise.

You moved on to you knives, still pretty sharp, but not as sharp as they should have been. Using the lanksy puck that you definitely were not supposed to take to sharpen a them. Carefully putting them back in their sheaths and reattatching them to your utility belt, which sat in a duffle bag with both your uniform and you newly repaired vest.

Finally, you moved onto the main event, you gun, which was still jammed, turning the safety on before completely disassembling it, staring at the pieces of your revolver on the table. You didn't worry to much about the the bullets, they'd be gone by your next mission anyway.

You took your time with this one, getting into every nook and cranky, blood, dust, and built up metal from the bullets, just a bunch of little things. Reassembly was purely muscle memory, your gun looked and felt brand new. You took the ammo out and dry-fired the gun, it sounded a hell of a lot better- and the hammer dropped without interruption, jam officially gone, you reloaded the gun and sat it on the desk.

It felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, letting the tension slip from your shoulders with a sigh, practically melting into the seat, finnaly able to relax.

And as if he somehow knew that you were officially off duty, you heard Steven fumble with the lock, seemingly dropping the key, a small swear leaving him, before he unlocked the door. He walked around silently for a while, setting down his bag and heading to the kitchen, muttering to himself, or more likely Marc, as he was asking questions about the morning, what they ate for breakfast and where Marc had left the book Steven had been reading before bed.

It took him maybe five minutes to walk back there. He walked straight past you, not paying any attention and b-lining to the bed, to be fair, it was late and Steven wasn't exactly the most observant. You loved him though, so you let him lay there for a moment before calling his name.

He practuscally jumped out of his skin, getting caught in the mess of blankets for moment. Steven was on you faster that you thought was possible. Damn near tackling you, the chair surprisingly holding both of your weight and Steven situated himself in your lap, his legs drapped across yours.

“You're back! When did you fly in?” he asked, a wide smile on his face.

“About three hours ago, where’ve you been?”

He groaned, flopping down against you, his head on your shoulder.

“Job hunting, again.”

“What happened to the uh, what was it, the library, right? I thought you were having fun over there?”

“I was, but they cut the budget and I was new so they dropped me.”

“Aww,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair, “poor thing.”

He sighed, enjoying the contact after nearly a month apart.

“What about you, I thought you weren't supposed to be back for another two weeks?”

“I wasn't, but..” you grabbed you pistol off the table, you finger on the trigger even though the safety was on and you had no immediate target, “My gun jammed and I asked my boss to give me a day off in order to fix it,”

Stevens's eyes were glued to the gun as you spoke, appreciating every little detail and crevice it held.

You knew about Steven’s affinity for guns, well, you and guns, guns alone did nothing for Steven, but when you held them...

He got quiet, glancing at you only to see you staring back at him with a knowing look on your face.

“Im flying back out tomorrow..”you pointed the gun downward, nudging his legs open with the tip, he complyed without any hesitation. “…i was thinking you and I could-”

“Yes!”

You stared at the man for a moment, almost bewildered before remembering that you've been gone for nearly two months and he's probably been thinking about this since the day you left.

You hummed before saying, “Get on the bed, lay on your back, I want to see you.”

He grinned again, practically running to the bed, shrugging off his jacket and leaving it on the floor, laying down in the bed, hardly able to keep himself still.

You sat at the desk for a short moment, completely removing the ammo from the gun, double checking it to avoid any incidence, then walked over to Steve, who was practically vibrating in excitement.

Kneeling between his legs, you commemorated the image of him, so happy to be fully and utterly yours, to memory.

You pointed the gun on his chest, digging the tip into his shirt, watching his reaction intently, he ceased all movement, staring down at it, taking in the weight on his chest.

“Breathe, Steven.” you said when you noticed he wasn't.

He let out a long, shuttered breath.

“You know I would never hurt you? Right Steven.”

“Oh course..”

“Good, “ you slid the gun down, feeling where his ribs ended and sturdy muscle began. Stopping just below his belly button.

“Strip, slowly, I want to see you.”

He complied easily. Hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, just like you demanded.

“That's it, good boy..”

Shrugging the shirt off his shoulders, then moving down to his pants. Fumbling with the belt, getting it just before you could offer your help, he kicked his jeans down until they pooled on the floor below.

You stared at him, taking in his smooth skin and every sculpted muscle that you had no one but Marc to thank for.

Running the tip of your pistol lower and lower, running it over the growing tent in his underwear, he shuttered, a light gasp passing his slightly parted lips.

Dragging it across his waist, then down his thigh, Steven watched the gun just as intensely as you watched him. You let your finger hover the trigger, he swallowed hard.

You moved suddenly, lifting the gun to his head, right between his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing hard, he never hid how he felt, not with you, he felt like he didn't have to, or more accurately, he couldn't. You were an agent of SHEILD, you were trained to see through lies.

Moving your hand down ever so slightly, pressing the gun against his lips.

“Open.”

For the forth time tonight, he obeyed. Taking the tip in his mouth, then more, sucking and licking like the gun could feel it.

The effects it had on you were innumerable.

You hummed softly, adjusting your grip. You watched him, he seemingly never got bored, the imagined danger and thrill perpetuating him, eager to please cold steel.

You tugged slightly, and he let it go, lips wet with saliva.

The way he looked at you, his eyes low, cheeks flushed, breathing like he'd just run a hundred miles.

“You're being so good, Steven, so obedient. You must have really missed me..”

He nodded rapidly, “I missed you, I missed you so much-”

You shushed him, “I know, I know. I shouldn't have to leave you here, all on your own, I should be here to protect you at all times..”

He nodded along- you both knew that he didn't need the protection, but fuck it kept you here he’d be your damsel in distress forever.

Rubbing the wet tip down his chest, then right above his cock, tapping the trigger, watching him flinch at every move. He watched so intently, his breath shaky and loud, you were unpredictable, yet he couldn't wait to see what you did next.

Nudging the tip of the gun past the elastic waistband of his underwear, pulling them down.

Steven couldn't stay still, his brain and body running a million miles an hour. Slowly, you sunk down between his legs, your gun pressed right up against the center of his chest. You knew the position would get uncomfortable soon, so you decided to make this as quick as you could.

“Don’t move.” he didn't nod, or talk, just immediately playing along.

Taking your free hand, you guided Steven's hard cock, shiny with pre-cum to your mouth.

He was always sensitive, but your tongue had hardly even pressed the tip of his cock before he was a whimpering, whining mess. Hs adrenaline was spiked, of course he was more susceptible that ever right now. Taking him as deep as you could, feeling him press against the back of your throat. His hands balled into the bedsheets bellow, nearly tearing them in his hands.

Running your tongue on the underside of his cock, then swirling it around the tip, never taking your eyes off of him. His little whines growinh louder and more desperate.

You pulled away when you felt him start bucking into your mouth. Taking a short moment to wipe your mouth of both spit and pre cum.

You lifted slightly, wrapping your hand around his now perfectly lubed cock. Stroking him nice and slow, soft moans falling from his lips.

He whined your name over and over, obedience and his composure, the latter of which was had been already hanging on by a thread before you ever put your mouth or hands on him, waining. He loved nights like these when you were gentle but still so very obviously in control.

“Y/n- y/n, I'm so close, please, Love, please-”

You tightened your grip on the gun, pressing it harder into his chest, he moaned at the feeling.

You never sped up, watching him build up the his orgasm nice and slow, and when his mouth fell open in a long moan and his eyes squeezed so tightly shut you're sure he was seeing stars behind them.

Then- you squeezed the trigger. Nothing came out but Steven gasped hard like he’d been hit. His hips twitched up into your hand, cum pouring out all over your fingers. Even when that stopped, his orgasm still seemed to flow through him, his body drawn tight as he came down.

“Y/n..” he panted, “you're good, so good-”

Dragging the gun down, right into the pool of cum at the base of his stomach, then bringing it up to your mouth, licking it off.

“Come on, Steven, we're not done..”

[ask-serendipity-sky]

10 Jikook Moments That Make Me Say "There is no way Jikook is not real"

You know how sometimes when you are watching some Jikook content you get the random thought that says "How in the world is this even real?!?" For reals. A lot of Jikook moments are just...magical. They are something else. Real "I am you, you are me" (I really like that phrase, can you tell?).

Some moments legit have no explanation other than it's 2 people who are in love and are together. Together? Forever. Forever?

So here is my list (In no particular order, except number 1 and 2. Those moments are just the top moments for me):

10. Jungkook melting

This particular scene left a huge impression on me. Jimin caresses Jungkook's face and Jk closes his eyes and let's the touch take him. Its romantic.

There is no way on Earth that 2 people can touch each other like this and not feel anything remotely similar to love. No way.

Sure, friends with benefits can do it, or just friends can do it, but to get to this point where your face is caressed and you MELT, that's undeniable love. Touch with love elicits this sort of response. And we don't only see this in this scene, there are tons of others where the same thing happens!

(Like in yesterday's Jikook hug. Jk melted into Jimin.)

9. Mma 2018

A classic, right?

Have you ever seen any 2 other idols do this? It's like they forgot the cameras and all the people existed and poor Hyunjae next to them raising his eyesbrows left and right lol The guy seemed traumatized lol

They let their romantic thoughts win. Jk couldn't get his eyes off of Jimin. He even wanted to help him sit lol The way he looked at him. Like he wanted to kiss every inch of his face. His eyes spilling love.

I've watched this so many times and I stare at my screen in disbelief everytime. But I get it. Sometimes the moment is then and Jungkook and Jimin lived it.

8. You are my Park Filter 🥰

We are only supposed to watch unedited content, right everyone? So if you want to watch the whole live, go to weverse. This is a nice summary lol

Every respected Jikooker needs to have watched this, in my opinion lol

Jk is being the best boyfriend he can be and comes running the moment Jimin calls. There is lots of hand holding, soft tones in their voices, and very boyfriendy vocabulary being exchanged according to k-army, smiles, laughs, an appearance by their best man Mr. Hobi.

I watch this and it's like omg, they are happy together. And it makes me feel all happy to 3rd wheel along lol

If that doesn't convince you, maybe Jimin's shy shy shy face will!!!

7. Finger heartu 💕

It's not the finger heart that makes me think Jikook is real...but Jimin's reaction. Like no Jungkook, we are supposed to be chill in this concert...

And then Nam in the back tying his shoelace, that is already tied, but serves as an anti anxiety technique when dealing with Jikook.

It caught Jimin by surprise, like all these grand gestures Jungkook likes to surprise him with.

6. Jikook in their wedding suits...just kidding. Jimin losing himself when looking at Jungkook

First of all, omg. They looked handsome that day. There was a lot of Jikookery going on in these awards.

And then I see this scene. I feel like it's rare when Jimin lets his guard down and allows us to see him melt like this over Jk. I think Jimin just forgot about the cameras. His sweet smile and soft gaze for Jungkook only got softer when Jk looked at him too.

Then reality hit and back to business casual.

My point is that you don't forget that all eyes are on you unless more important eyes are on you. So many people were watching, but to Jimin, the ones that are the most important are Jungkook's eyes. And the same can be said about Jungkook.

5. 2315 in PTD Seoul

2315.

But that's not all.

In that same concert, Jk also referenced the numbers:

BUT that is not all...

After that concert, Jk had a quick live on Instagram and he referenced the numbers in his own way:

0:56 seconds: "Finally, in Korea, in 2.5 years, feels like 23 years, we finally had a concert in Korea. We got to do it..."

23. I was trying to figure out what the 23 meant since he referenced it twice. And one twitter discussion said that the was referring to 2300 days. That made sense to me. Has anyone heard anything about this number?

But going back to the 2315....

So k-army did the math for us and found that 2315 from March 10, 2022 (PTD concert) is...

November 08, 2015, which many believe might be the start of Jikook or a date that seems to be very important to them.

There is just too much persistence from both Jk and Jimin to show us what 11/8 means to them. It's like the are silently screaming it for us to understand.

4. GCF Tokyo

If Jungkook still mentions it, then so do we!

Everything about this date captured on video is literally that...a date. The video doesn't even show Tokyo...just Jungkook's Jimin and he decided to share that with us. Not for fan service or because he was forced...but maybe because "I'll be loud for you, but you gotta be there for me too..."

Jk, the hopeless romantic, organized this whole trip and focused only on Jimin, another hopeless romantic.

Whenever I hear of people saying this video doesn't have romantic tones, I leaves me baffled.

After I played this video for my partner, before they knew anything about Jikook, they were like "So are these guys getting married?" Lol

The Jikooker anthem! Let's all watch it together and cry of happiness!

Boy, I'm holdin' onto something

Won't let go of you for nothing

I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

There was a time that I was so blue

What I got to do to show you?

I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

Said, I'm runnin', runnin' just to keep my hands on you

But you gotta be there for me too

3. Rose Bowl Ear Nomming

Friends don't do this. Friends just don't. No one does other than a significant other or someone who is interested in you romantically or sexually. Friends don't do this. I cant think of anything else to say lol just...Friends don't do this.

And then the aftermath photo doesn't lie either:

2. Euphoria

So I saw this observation in another blog but haven't seen anyone mention it. During this live, Jimin was playing everyone's song while doing Legos. He listened to Euphoria and afterwards, kept humming the melody and smiling. And after a while he says:

Why would listening to Jungkook sing remind him of being at home? It's not like Jk sings all day and night. It's not like Jimin has told us before that he listens to Jk sing about 8 hours per day...wait.

So yes, this moment is up there because Jimin's subconscious is telling us everything.

1. J-hope's Album Release Party

Ok, hear me out. In the bangtan bomb, we saw this for a total of 5 seconds max.

But this moment is LOUD. This right here should have been the end of any speculation. For reals, when I think about Jikook moments this is the biggest moment of them all. Why?

Well, because Jimin and Jk were just minding their own business in a little corner of the entire place. A little dark and cozy corner. From what we can see, their hands touching and being close enough. No one was around them. Just 2 people wanting to be close to each other.

And we've all seen this or lived this. At a party, when 2 people are hitting it off, they seclude themselves and people give them space and let be them be in their own bubble. Except that in this case, the camera caught them. Seriously, camera man? What was the reason!?!?!?

And we get Jk's face of "are you freakin kidding me?" Jimin getting shy and looking at Jk for reassurance. There wasn't supposed to be a camera or anyone around bothering. This was Jikook in their most natural state.

We also have to remember that this is during Jimin's time when he was living in the studio making FACE so Jikook wasn't spending as much time together. Jimin was taking a day off here and one thing led to another...and they are holding hands lol

And I love this moment because people don't get to say "you only have moment from 2018" "they are doing it for the cameras" "jikook jikooked when they were young but they got it out of their system" "so and so should have been there too so it wasn't a jikook thing" blah blah.

For me, this moment is it.

Watch the entire bangtan bomb and check out how Jk kept tabs on Jimin in the scenes where we see them together. And the same with Jm keeping tabs on Jk. Also, this photograph:

There is a better version of this photo but it's so edited that you can hardly see Jk.

Anyway, this is my number 1 because there is no way that this is not real.

Phew. It was hard picking...

I might need a part 2.

[vioartemis]

I’ll die with you (part 2)

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After you woke up at the hospital, your little group gathered and tried to list the suspects. When you get home with your girlfriend, she finds a good way to unstress you. Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 Warnings: (+18), smut, fingering (r receiving), mention of attack (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

In the morning, the police came to question you about what happened. You told them all you could remember, Tara still by your side.

"Do you know who it could be?" the new sheriff asked

"No I... I don't know..."

"Do you have ennemies?"

"No one who's still alive"

"Okay so... We'll keep you informed if we have something new"

He was about to go, but Tara called him back.

"Wait! Aren't you going to put us under protection?"

"Well, the person who attacked you probably think you're dead so..."

"We're not talking about any killer! It's Ghostface! He's going to come back. He always does."

She stood up and glared daggers at him, ready to fight until he gave you whatever protection.

"Tara..." you squeezed her hand "It's okay Sheriff, thank you"

She looked at you in disbelief as he got out of the room.

"What are you doing? You know we're in danger we need to be protected-"

"You know it's useless. He killed your protection last year, remember...? And we are not in danger. I am"

"Yeah and you're my girlfriend, so we are in danger"

"No. You are going to leave Woodsboro with Sam and the others. That way you will be safe and-"

"And you? You're coming with us right?"

You stayed silent, avoiding her gaze.

"No. No. I am not leaving you here."

"Tara it's the only way! Leave when you still can! I'll keep him busy here. He's going to come back for me. He wants me dead Tara."

"Well then I'll die with you."

"Tara-"

"I prefer dying with you than living far away while you're in danger"

Later this day, when Tara left to grab some coffee, you were visited by one of your friends and classmates. He knocked softly before opening the door slowly.

"Hi, how are you feeling?"

"Physically? Pretty good thanks to the painkillers. Mentally..." you didn't finish your sentence "How do you know I was attacked?"

"Tara called us. The press doesn't talk about it yet if that's what you were wondering. The teachers didn't know why you weren't here, Mindy told them you were sick"

You didn't know if that was the best thing to do. Not creating panic was great, but if Ghostface was back everyone was in danger. Now that the new sheriff wasn't so familiar with the killer, you were even more worried.

"... But the police arrived and told them everything" he continued "Oh! I bring you something, here" he handed you a card "Everyone signed it"

You took the card and opened it, lips curling up slightly at the sight: Kyra, Finn, Mindy, Lexi, Angie, Kyle, Chad, Ayla, Eleanor...

"Looks like not everyone signed it"

"What? I gave it to everyone that's no possible... who forgot?"

"You" you chuckled

"Shit..." he mumbled, blushing in embarrassement "I was so busy making sure they all signed I forgot to do it..."

You gave him the card so he could sign it, when Tara came back, two cups of coffee in hand.

"Sorry it took me so long there was so many people at th-" she paused when she saw him "Damian? You're not at school?"

"They dismissed us because of... what happened..."

He gave you the card again gently.

"What's that?" Tara asked, handing you one of the cups and sitting next to you

"We made a card for Y/n, all classmates signed it"

"Babe I don't know if I'm supposed to drink coffee..." you whispered

"Oh, right, I thought it could give you energy but... I didn't think this through..."

"I'm going to leave you alone... It was nice seeing you Y/n, Tara... I'll be back later maybe"

"Thanks for coming" you said

With that, Damian exited your room with a slight smile. Immediately after the door closed, Tara turned to you.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"You shouldn't stay alone with someone! What if he's Ghostface?"

"Tara! Come on have you seen him? He's an angel, he couldn't hurt a fly"

"The more innocent they look the more dangerous they are" she mumbled

"If he wanted to kill me I would be dead. It's not him. Now relax and come here"

You moved a little to the side and lifted the covers so she could come in your bed with you. She took her shoes off and took place next to you. You rested your head against her. You missed her touch, her warmth, her perfume.

You thought you would never feel it again, and be here now against her relaxed you to the point you fell asleep.

When you woke up, Sam, Chad, Damian, Mindy, Lexi and your mom were here, sitting in circle around your bed. Tara was still next to you, stroking your hair lovingly.

"How long did I sleep...?"

"Around an hour" Tara replied, kissing your forehead

"You should've wake me up... sorry you had to wait..."

"It's okay, don't worry" Mindy said

"Have you figured out who the killer is already?" you asked her

"Not yet, unfortunately. But I have my list of suspects! Well not really... but-"

Like the year before, she started rambling about sequels and requels and something about a franchise and that everyone could die now.

"Now for the suspects... That's when it gets complicated..."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked

"Well, I don't think any of us survivor would do this. Gale is Y/n's mother, she wouldn't hurt her own daughter. Tara loves her way too much to lay a hand on her. And Sam, Chad and me, we all love Y/n, why would we attack her?"

"We wouldn't" her twin said

"Exactly. That leaves..." Mindy turned to the other boy "Damian, ah, Damian. How come you got close to Y/n after the massacre last year? You barely talked before."

"Well I- I don't know, I wanted to be friends with her. I always thought of talking to her but I don't know I just- got shy I guess..."

"Sure, very convincing"

"Wha- I'm not lying-"

"Lexi, my love" Mindy interrupted him, blowing a kiss to her girlfriend who smiled "Never trust the love interest"

The blonde's smile dropped quickly at her words.

"Is that it? Two suspects?" Gale asked Mindy

"Well, according to sequel of requel rules, yes"

"Great" she was being sarcastic, of course. She turned to the now prime suspects "Do you have an alibi for last night?"

Mindy's girlfriend was the first to answer.

"I was at Kyra's birthday party"

"Can you prove it?"

"Ask anyone who was there, check social medias..."

"I was there" Chad said "I can confirm she was at the party all night long"

After a little silence and a nod, Gale turned to Damian.

"And you?"

"I uh... I was home"

"Alone?"

"Yes..." then, after seing the look on everyone's face "But it's not me I swear! I didn't-"

"Yeah, totally not what the killer would say" Mindy jeered

"Y-you don't think it's me right? Chad? Lexi? Tara? Y/n?" the brunet stuttered

Tara's grip on you grew tighter, you could feel her body tense. You place your hand on hers, squeezing gently.

"I don't know man..."

"Come on guys, we can't make assumptions like that... Look at him, do you think he could slam my head against the floor three times? I mean- he looks so harmless with his fluffy hair, and he's too skinny to be the one who attacked me. No offense though"

"None taken" he mumbled, grateful for your support

"Y/n, just because you like his hair doesn't mean he's innocent. It's always the ones that looks the less harmful who does the most horrible things" your mom reminded you

"See, that's what I tried to tell you earlier"

"Tara..."

"What can I do to prove you I'm innocent...?"

"Damian, you don't need to prove anything, we don't-" you started

"You're going to stay with us, so we can keep an eye on you. If needed, tell your parents you're staying at Chad's house, your dear friend" the boy suggested

"I don't know if I like the idea" Mindy objected

"Do you have a better idea? You can stay at Lexi's if you're too scared"

After arguing with the doctors for half an hour, they finally let you go back home. The last time one of Ghostface's victims stayed at the hospital, she got attacked again. The memory was still fresh in yours and Tara's mind.

You could never forget this night.

Tara helped you carry your things to her room, putting your bag in a corner, and leading you to her bed.

"They said you shouldn't stand for too long-"

"Tara, babe, I'm not going to break... I know you're worried, but I'm fine"

"You're not fine, you've been stabbed six times! I know how it feels. It doesn't feel okay"

"... I know it's just- I don't want to stay here doing nothing..." you sighed "I'll lay here without complaining, come here"

You made yourself comfortable on her bed, opening your arms.

"Isn't it going to hurt you if I lay on you...?"

"It's okay, don't worry. I want to be close to you"

She complied and kissed you tenderly before positioning herself, nose pressed against your neck.

You closed your eyes, but immediately the scenes of the day before flashed before your eyes. Ghostface, the pain, the blood, Tara's screams, everything.

"Baby...?" Tara looked at you, concerned "You okay...?"

"Y-yeah... I just... I had some flashbacks..."

"Shit... How can I help?"

"If you know a good method to relax it would be appreciated..."

"Well... maybe I know something that could help"

"Really?"

"Hmhm"

She sat gently on your thighs, a slight smirk on her face.

"Tara-"

"Shh..." she whispered as she crawled to capture your lips with her own "I promise you'll feel better after... 'm gonna take good care of you..."

As she kissed you, one of her hands unbuttoned your jeans and slipped past the waistband of your underwear. She brushed her fingers over your clit, eliciting a moan from you.

You could feel her smile on your lips when she felt the wetness between your legs. She didn't waste time and slipped two digits inside you, humming in appreciation as she felt you clench around her.

She started pumping her fingers in and out of your pussy at a slow pace, provoking moans to slip past your now red and swollen lips. She kissed her way down to your neck, leaving love bites here and there.

When she curled her fingers, your hand tangled in her soft hair.

"Tara..." you let out in a breath

"I love it when you say my name like that..."

She picked up her pace, hitting all the right spots, drawing you closer to your release. She sucked dark purple marks on your neck and slipped another finger in. That was enough to send you over the edge.

"Good girl..."

You could have came again just from that, if it wasn't for Sam to enter the room suddenly.

"What do you want for din- Oh my god-"

She blushed hard when she saw what you were doing and turned her gaze quickly to the floor.

"Jesus christ! Do you think now is the best moment for... that?"

Tara slipped her fingers out of you and casually shove them in her mouth, licking you off her fingers.

"I figured out it was the best way to relax her. Beside, if you knocked..."

"Don't, please. Just- answer the question"

"Pizza would be great, right baby?"

You nodded slightly, cheeks as red as a tomato, mortified. Sam quickly left after she had her answer.

"You didn't lock the door?!" you whispered-shouted "How I am supposed to look at her in the eye now...?"

"Do you feel better?"

"Babe that's not-" you paused at the look she gave you "... yes"

"See, I told you it would help..." she leaned in for a kiss, a smile on her face

"God you really have no shame..." you mumbled, kissing her passionately

"Nope" she smiled against your lips

You knew this kind of moments were the best to remember years after, but at the moment you were embarrassed. Still, a part of yourself 'enjoyed' that moment.

Maybe it was your subconscious knowing happiness would soon end to be replaced by grief.

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[jennaispunk]

A Symptom of Being Human

Summary: An unlikely connection forms between Joel and a new resident of Jackson. (sorry I suck at summaries)

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: T

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC (Maggie)

Warnings: fluff, slight age gap (Joel is 50ish, OFC is 40ish), grief, loss of spouse, loss of child, panic attacks, mild violence, allusions to SA but no specific details, possible friends to something more, soft!Joel, please let me know if I forgot anything.

Notes: This fic was inspired by 'A Symptom of Being Human' by Shinedown. When I first heard this song, the idea for this story immediately popped into my head. This could become a series if it doesn't flop.

Thank you @fallingforthearch for being my #1 fan and my biggest supporter. I would have never had the courage to put my writing out there without you.

dividers and banners by @saradika-graphics

This wasn’t supposed to happen. Brian promised they’d be safe. They were traveling in a group, not going far. Maggie begged him to stay at the settlement, but the promise of something better for Aiden had made her relent.

The sounds of Brian’s screams still rang in her ears. The ground scattered with the lifeless bodies of their traveling companions; husbands, wives, and children, all just wanting something a little better from this existence.

Her furious struggles elicited laughs from her captors.

“She’s a feisty one, Ty. Gonna be a lot of fun breakin’ ‘er down.”

The smell of his rotten breath filled her nostrils, and she choked back the bile in her throat. His grimy hand slid up her side, roughly groping her breast.

The one called Ty looked over at her as he stood over the limp body of her husband. His steely blue eyes pierced through her, and she froze, her blood running cold.

“Please,” she sobbed. “I’ll do whatever you want; just give me back my son.”

Ty slowly sauntered over to her, tilting her chin so she had to meet his gaze. The cruelty in his eyes betrayed the tenderness of his touch.

“Shhh…” His dirty thumb wiped the tears from her cheek, leaving a streak of dirt in its wake. “You’ll do whatever I want, anyway. You don’t got a choice, darlin’.”

Aiden screamed, struggling in vain against the arms that held him. Her heart shattered at the sight of his tear stained face.

“Please, he’s just a boy.” She begged. “He won’t be any trouble for you, I swear.”

Ty clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly.

“That boy’s got fight in him, like his daddy.” He drawled. “Only a matter a time ‘fore he tries somethin’ ta save his pretty little mama. Can’t have that.”

A wicked smile formed on his thin lips. “B’sides…he’d be just another mouth ta feed.”

Ty nodded to his companion restraining Aiden.

“No!” She knew what that meant. She kicked and screamed wildly, her shoulder joints aching as she struggled to get to the only thing that mattered. She couldn’t let them harm him. She had to protect him at all costs; it was her job. A sharp backhand to her face caused her head to spin.

She watched helplessly through blurry eyes as a shot rang out, and her son…her baby, crumpled to the ground. Her screams filled the air as she thrashed and spit at her captors. Her entire world was lying on the ground in front of her. She wanted them to kill her, too; she had nothing left.

The last thing she remembered was the blinding pain as the butt of a handgun connected with her temple.

Maggie’s eyes shot open, shooting upright in her bed. Her chest heaved, the sound of that gunshot still rang in her head as if it had just happened moments ago and not over a year ago. Her eyes darted to the small clock on the bedside stand… 5:06 AM. She squeezed her eyes closed; the chance of going back to sleep was lost.

Six hours of uninterrupted sleep- that had to be a record. It had been ages since she slept that long without waking. She rolled herself out of bed, peeling her sweat soaked t-shirt from her body as she padded toward the bathroom. The worn hardwood floor creaked, announcing to the empty house that she was awake.

She turned the faucet to the hottest setting and stepped under the water. Closing her eyes, she let the scorching water beat down upon her. She hoped it would wash away her memories, but she knew better.

The sun was just coming over the horizon as she approached the dining hall doors. She made this trip every day for the last three months, and it hadn’t gotten easier. She took a few deep breaths in front of the faded double doors, her mask firmly in place, a friendly smile that told the world she was okay. Some of her neighbors knew her story…at least the parts she shared with Tommy and Eugene when they found her in the woods, but she never shared the full story with anyone. Speaking the words aloud would make it all too real, and she didn’t want any pity.

The clanking of dishes and silverware filled the dining hall, along with the low hum of conversation. Smiling at her neighbors, she made her way through the hall to grab some food and some much needed coffee. She always sat alone, needing the time to collect her thoughts and prepare for the day. A familiar figure appeared in her periphery; he sat alone, too….always alone. He had a story, too. Tommy had said as much when she first arrived in Jackson, but he didn’t elaborate. She noticed the way he glanced at her from time to time, but he never spoke. Her step faltered slightly as if she was going to break the ice, but she kept moving past him.

Joel watched her as she walked past, taking the same seat by the window every morning. He saw how she smiled at everyone and pretended to be okay, but he knew she wasn’t. He knew that look in her eye…. he’d seen it in his own so many times. The look of loss…of heartbreak and misery. She’d lost something, too. She may think no one noticed…but he did. He wanted to say something to her….anything to let her know he understood, but the words stuck in his throat. He’d never been good at letting people in.

The air in the barn was surprisingly stuffy for this time of year, and the earthy smell of dirt and hay surrounded her. Despite the stuffiness, she found solace in the scents and sounds of the barn. It brought her peace; she could focus here. She didn’t have to be anything… didn’t have to be happy or smile. The animals understood.

Willow, the chestnut mare, blustered and pranced restlessly around her stall. Maggie brushed a stray lock of her long hair off her damp forehead and reached out to pat Willow’s shoulder over the stall door.

“I know, mama.” She cooed. “The last few days are the hardest, but once you see that little baby you made, it’ll all be worth it.”

She remembered how it felt when she was pregnant with Aiden. How those last few days were uncomfortable, and she struggled to sleep. The mare nudged her hand in silent commiseration. Maggie smiled at her and rubbed Willow’s nose.

“I’ll be here with you when it’s time…make sure you and the baby are alright.”

Joel watched silently as she spoke to the mare. She was so different here…much different than when she was in the dining hall or slinging drinks at the Tipsy Bison. He wondered if she ever slept. It seemed like she had her hands in everything here in Jackson…tending the garden and the animals and bartending at night. He understood the need to keep busy, to drown out the pain and the failure.

The longer he watched, the more guilty he felt. He shouldn’t be intruding like this, watching her like some creep. He backed away slowly, not wanting to interrupt her private moment. The heel of his work boot connected with a bucket, and the clank reverberated through the barn.

Her eyes snapped up, focusing on Joel. How long had he been there? What had he heard?

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught eavesdropping.

“Sorry…I…didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s okay. I’m usually not this jumpy.”

She was lying through her teeth, hoping he couldn’t tell. Her heart pounded so loudly she could hardly hear him speak.

Joel smiled sheepishly. He knew how badly he scared her and felt terrible for it. He cleared his throat and took a small step forward. Maybe this was his chance to connect with someone again.

“It’s Maggie, right?” He asked. “I’m-“

“I know who you are.” She winced at the sharpness of her tone.

“Right.” He sighed a little too loudly and dragged a hand through his peppered hair. He cursed himself for being so stupid; of course she knew he was. His brother was just about the only person she had a conversation with that lasted more than a few minutes.

“Is everything alright with the mare?”

He was desperate to change the subject, to get the conversation back on track.

“Willow? No, she’s fine. I was just checking in on her.” Her hand dropped to her lower abdomen, instinctively covering her womb, her eyes tender. “The last few days before giving birth can be pretty uncomfortable.”

Joel’s eyebrow twitched. She’d lost a child, too. He knew that agony all too well. The unbelievable pain and darkness that engulfs you, pulling you down into a pit of emptiness that leaves you with nothing but a gaping hole where your heart should be.

Her face went slack. She’d always been so careful about keeping details of her past close to her vest. She didn’t want pity; she just wanted to feel normal.  

Joel’s eyes softened as they stared at each other, an unspoken conversation between two people with the worst thing in common.

Even twenty-plus years later, it still hurt. It hurt to think about what Sarah would have grown up to be if she’d had the chance, if it hadn’t been stolen from her…if he wouldn’t have failed her. Those moments that she would never have played in his mind… her first day of college… her wedding day… the birth of her first child, his grandchild—his hands clenched into fists as his eyes misted.

He’d never had anyone to share that pain with, not even Tommy. Maria had lost a child, too, but there was no chance of the two of them talking about it; she wasn’t exactly his biggest fan, even after all this time.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words caught in his throat. The fear of taking that first step kept them from escaping. 

“Come on, Joel. We gotta go, Eugene’s waitin’ on us.”

Tommy’s voice echoed through the barn. Joel and Maggie averted their gazes from each other. His hand flew to the back of his neck, while she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt.

Tommy’s eyebrows raised and he chuckled under his breath.

“Hey, Sparky.” He drawled, his Texas accent more pronounced than usual. “You’re comin’ to the Spring Fling picnic, right?”

Maggie cleared her throat, forcing herself to smile as her heart hammered in her chest. They had been so close to something… something she’d wanted for so long but had been afraid to let herself wish for… understanding. Had she found a kindred spirit in Joel? She saw it in his eyes; he understood. He knew her pain because he felt it, too.

“Yeah, wouldn’t miss it.”

“Good. I know Maria’ll be real happy to have ya there.” Tommy smiled and clapped Joel on the shoulder before turning and heading out of the barn.

Joel shoved his hands in his pockets. The toe of his boot scuffed the ground before he looked up at her once more. He desperately wanted to say something… anything, but his words evaded him—a grown-ass man, tongue-tied like some goddamn teenage boy. The corner of his mouth twitched into a sheepish smile. He turned on his heel and walked away without looking back.

The chaos of the picnic made things seem almost normal: the sounds of children laughing and playing, the smell of burgers on the grill, and the warmth of the sun on her skin. It all made it easier to pretend that she was okay.

Joel sat silently across from her on the picnic table while Maria, bouncing her toddler on her lap, chatted about the upcoming improvements the council was making to the town.

A blood-curdling scream broke through the din, and everyone scrambled to their feet. She didn’t think; she instinctively ran with the group. She covered her mouth as she saw a little boy lying on the ground, bloodied, and screaming for his mother.

Maggie’s chest heaved, struggling to get air into her lungs. Her heart pounded like it was going to explode out of her chest. The edges of her vision went black as she was immediately pulled back in time. That little boy's voice was Aiden’s… the blood was Aiden’s. She was back in that field, seeing her little boy on the ground dying before her eyes, and she was powerless to stop it once again. She squeezed her eyes closed, clutching her chest as she leaned back against the brick wall.

Joel caught her movements out of the corner of his eye as the chaos swirled around them. He knew what was happening and was at her side in moments.

“Hey.” He gently took her by the elbow. “Just breathe, okay? In through your nose and out through your mouth.”

He’d been through this himself; he knew exactly what she felt.

Each breath felt like lava had been poured down her throat. A burning concoction seeping into her lungs making each breath more difficult than the last. Tears slowly trickled down her cheeks as her muscles clenched keeping her frozen in this hell, not that she could escape it if she tried.

“That’s it, sweetheart…just like that.” His voice was calm and soothing. He could feel her spiraling, and he grabbed her cheeks. “You’re alright. Just focus on me. Look at me.”

She forced her eyes to open to see his soft and tender chocolate brown eyes in front of her, a warm, reassuring smile on his face. His words echoed in her ears. ‘Focus on me. Look at me.’ Her eyes traced the lines of his face. The scent of pine and canvas filled her nostrils, a scent she would forever associate with him.

“I’ve got you. You’re in Jackson…you’re safe.”

Reality slowly settled in. Her chest began to loosen, each breath a little less torturous than the last. The images in her mind slowly dissolved to reveal the tangible world, the feel of his hands on her face, the gentle breeze fluttering the streamers on the picnic tables.

“Good girl…just keep breathin’.”

His large hands cupped her cheeks as his calloused thumb brushed her soft cheek absentmindedly.

“Feeling better?”

Maggie nodded slowly, letting out a shaky breath. She’d never had a panic attack so intense before. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and then opened again.

“Thanks.” A bashful smile teased at her lips. “How?...”

“Happened to me before, too.” He chuckled softly, scratching at the salt and pepper scruff on his cheek. “But that’s a story for another time.”

He knew he could share that story with her one day; she would understand. There was a long-forgotten feeling in his chest. He wanted to connect with someone for the first time in a very long time.  

Her body went slack against the brick wall; her muscles tingled from the exertion. The nervous and excited chatter of everyone around her filled her ears.

“I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day. Would it be alright if I walked you home?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He wrapped a protective arm around her, guiding her away from the picnic. She sank into his warmth, her head cradled perfectly into his shoulder. She never thought Joel Miller would be the one she connected with. This might be an unlikely friendship, born of mutual hurt and pain, but it felt right. She wouldn’t ask him for his story now; she would be patient. For now, she would be content with this.

[mynonclicheblog]

I'm thinking waaayyyy too much about the implications of Lockwood's morning montage that was cut from the final edit...

Mainly about the fact that he's shown to be lying there, wide awake.

Complete Fiction confirmed on twitter that this scene was supposed to happen at the beginning of episode 5, and hoooo boy do I have THOUGHTS about this. Okay. So.

When we look at the events of episode 4, it was an emotional roller coaster of a day for Lockwood. I'd argue it was the most stressful single day's events for him that we see up to this point. To recap, Lockwood had to deal with:

Being bested and humiliated by Kipps's crew during the wraith hunt; (presumably) having to worry about Lucy's wellbeing after she passed out in the basement; waay too many close calls at the Kensal Green Cemetery job that night; getting into a big blowout/fight with BOTH George and Lucy; having to expose a very raw and vulnerable side of himself to apologize to Lucy; and finally, putting himself in a bet with Kipps that could potentially cost him his home, his livelihood, his purpose; and worst of all - it could cost the same for Lucy and George. That, I imagine, is something that would've kept him awake. Just turning over all the worst case scenarios, all the ways he'd have to try and pick up the pieces if he ended up losing the bet, therefore single-handedly ruining the lives of the two greatest people in the world due to his own rash stupidity.

Whew.

No wonder this poor sweet boy hasn't slept.

But then I think about the events of episode 5, and how it contains some of his most reckless behavior to date - like inviting a dangerous criminal to their home, spontaneously sneaking into Winkman's to find the mirror, at the same time leaving George alone at the house where said criminal will most likely show up (something the dialogue explicitly tells us Lockwood "forgot" about) - and I wonder how much of that was exacerbated by his poor emotional regulation + lack of sleep after the whirlwind that was yesterday. It's so, so difficult to think clearly when you're running on empty.

He's just a kid, your honor.

Episode 5 is also the one in which Lockwood/Cameron's dark circles are the most prominent in the entirety of season 1.

I JUST... I JUST think it's really important that it's episode 5 specifically that we were going to be shown Lockwood getting up in the morning! Because it adds SO MUCH context to know that he didn't sleep that night!!!