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How about the farmer and bachelor hiding in a small place. Like they are hips and chest pressed against each other. The farmer doesn't noticed but the bachelor is going wild over the limit space between them. You can make it nsfw I don't mind! :)
This took me forever to get to I’m so sorry! Also these are mostly just lewd as opposed to like whole nsfw but Sebastian and Alex’s got full nsfw 😂
Content warnings: mostly gender neutral reader except Sebastian’s is afab reader, reader calls Sebastian daddy once, Theyer long as hell, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE
Small spaces but big opportunities with the bachelors
Shane:
He wanted to come to the mines with you, mostly out of curiosity but also because he wanted to make sure you weren’t doing anything to dangerous
Thankfully the level that you had gone to didn’t have to many monsters on it and while he still thought that maybe it wasn’t the best place, he could see the appeal
At least until you both fell into a kinda deep very narrow pit
He landed flat on his ass and you landed unceremoniously on his lap, very much straddling him
After making sure neither of you were seriously injured you began to look around
“How on earth are we gonna get out of this? Does this happen to you often in the mines?”
Shane’s very concerned and trying very hard to ignore your chest being almost in his face
“Well no, I mean the tv said I’d have bad luck today but I didn’t think anything of it!”
Shane stares at you blankly for a moment “the tv said…okay we can unpack that later, for now we should figure this out”
He tried to shift around a bit but quickly stopped as the friction of your body rubbing against the crotch of his pants caught him off guard, thank god it’s a little dark and you can’t see the red now painting his face
He’s got his hands resting on your thighs, you try shifting around to see if you can maybe stand up but his grip tightens and you could almost swear he moaned a little bit
“You okay? You said you weren’t hurt! What hurts? Do you need a health elixir? I have extra in my bag”
“No, no sweetheart that’s not it, I’m not hurt just, fuck”
You just noticed the bulge straining against his shorts and pressing against your inner thigh
“Oh” you hadn’t noticed until now that he had gotten hard
“Fuck I’m so sorry I-“ he got cut off as you ground down against him
“Shit sweetheart, you sure you wanna start this right now?” He’s practically growling out his words with how gravely and husky his voice is currently
“Never been more sure, sir”
He has a sir kink, fight me on it
He tightens his grip on your hips to help you grind against him while he smashes his lips against yours in a very heated kiss
Harvey:
You were in the tiny medical closet at his clinic looking for some gauze he had asked you to grab for him so he could restock the drawer
It was taking a moment though so he came to check on you and ultimately the door accidentally shut behind him
It locks from the outside automatically
Harvey is now chest pressed to your back due to the confined space in the closet, hardly enough room for you to try and turn around
“Well hey there doc, whatcha need?”
“The doors locked and maru doesn’t get here for another hour, this wasn’t supposed to happen”
He’s trying not to focus on how warm you feel pressed against him, how perfectly your body fits against his, and how the sudden proximity has his dick stirring in his pants
You’re squinting to see in the dark closet and all but have to stand on your tippy toes to read if the label in front of you reads gauze
“Just as well because this feels like a lost cause, how do you find anything in here?”
Your ass brushes against the growing bulge in his pants and he has to stifle a groan at the contact
“We can find it later, just stay still please”
He’s sounds strained, and then you can feel it pressing into your back
“Harvey, are you hard right now?”
This mans spilling apologies from his lips so quickly
“I’m so sorry this was never meant to happen your just very pretty and being stuck in the little closet with you isn’t helping and-“
You cut him off by bringing a hand around your back and gently grabbing his bulge
“I don’t mind, gives us something to do in the meantime” you would wink at him but you arnt facing him and the rooms dark
“I- are you sure? I want this but I need to know you want this as well”
You’ve been pining after the doctor for like a year and a bit at this point so of-course you want this
“Yes I want this Harvey, touch me, please”
How could he say no when you ask so politely
Sam:
Not so much trapped in a closet together as it is playing seven minutes in heaven at a party Abigale was throwing
You picked his name out of a hat and then got promptly shoved into a very small closet with him
Chest to chest, Harley enough space to breath without feeling his heart beat against you
“We uh, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to”
He’s always considerate of your comfort
“Time starts now! Have fun~” you could hear Abigail’s voice fading away as she walked back down the hallway
“Sooooooooooo, think there’s a light in here orrrrr we just gonna make out in the dark?”
You meant to ease the tension with a little joke but god do you wanna kiss him
He’s taking the dive, hands on either side of your face as he presses his lips to yours
With only a little struggle in the confined space you managed to wrap your arms around his neck
Soon he’s trailing kisses down your neck, leaving little bites here and there just so he can hear the way you try not to whine
Your hands down the front of his jeans slowly stroking him
“Fuck sweetheart, wish we had more time. Wanna take this to your place?”
Yes you do in-fact want to take this to your place
Which is just as well because Abigale is knocking on the closet door to tell you your times up and that you both better have pants on
Elliott:
Had he meant to be stuck in a small crevice in the forest with the farmer directly underneath him? No
But his little outings don’t seem to want to go to plan these days
He does however, appreciate the view of you, underneath him red faced as he tries to find a way to get up that doesn’t involve accidentally standing on you
“Must be exhausting holding yourself up like that, you can lay down I don’t mind a human weighted blanket”
God your adorable
Only lets some of his weight rest on you
“Well, this isn’t the best circumstances but even so you still look absolutely ravishing”
Meant that to be an inside thought but alas, it became an outward thought. He wishes lightning would strike him if that didn’t mean you would also be in harms way
“Well your not half bad yourself handsome, lemme just”
You gently pull his hair back into a ponytail with a hair elastic you keep on your wrist for him
That’s all he needs to lose composure, soon enough y’all are making out in the crevice
Wondering hands and gentle nips across your neck are enough to get small gasps out of you
God you sound amazing he thinks
But he’s not about to bed you in a hole in the ground, he’s more romantic then that
But the moment y’all get out and head back to his beach shack?
Soft gasps turn to moans, hushed whispers turn to loving praises, wondering hands stray further beyond the elastic of your underwear as he shows you just how good he can be with his hands
Sebastian:
You and him went swimming, despite his dislike of the activity he was always willing to go with you
You had wanted to explore a little cave like opening in the stone of the mountains near the lake and he came with you to make sure your good
And that’s how you end up here, stuck pressed against each other in your swimsuits, stuck between two particularly close stone walls
Sebastian’s trying to look anywhere but at you to avoid popping the most awkward boner in existence
“Well this is less then ideal, sorry Sebastian I didn’t think we would get stuck”
You feel a bit bad since you know he’s probably pretty uncomfortable right now
“Th-that’s okay, not your fault”
He has one hand behind your head so you don’t accidentally smack it on the hard rocks, his other hand is on your waist because it felt right to place it there
“Well, atleast the suns setting so you won’t get burnt”
“And we’re basically skin to skin so we probably won’t freeze”
He tried to lighten the mood a bit, it worked since you let out an airy laugh
“Could be worse, atleast I get the hot emo boy to keep me company”
Now he’s blushing, from chest to forehead just red
“You think I’m hot?”
Definitely had a voice crack in that statement but you ignore it much to his prides pleasure
“Absolutely, hottest guy in town”
Your trying to kill him he’s convinced but atleast he’ll die happy
“Fuck baby you can’t just say shit like that while pressed against me”
You can feel his erection pressing into your stomach
“Hmmmmmm maybe I’m prepared for the consequences”
The hand that was on your waist gently wraps around your neck as he pulls you into a heated kiss, tongue exploring the inside of your mouth while you gasp against him
You manage to bring your legs up enough to sort of trap his hips against yours as you grind against him
He moans against your lips before pulling back to trail kisses down your neck, leaving a few hickeys on whatever spots seem particularly sensitive
Meanwhile you’ve pulled his cock out of his swim shorts and lined him up with your cunt, gently rubbing the head through your folds for a moment before grinding your hips down just enough to sheath him inside
“Fuck, so fucking tight around me baby”
You whine into his skin as you hide your face into his neck, he’s gently thrusting into you as much as the little space will allow him to do
One of his hands travels between your body’s to start rubbing little circles on your clit while you fist your hands into his hair
“Shit seb, feels so fucking good”
He whines quietly at your praise as he can feel the knot forming in his stomach, he’s close to cumming but thankfully so are you
“Not gonna last much longer baby, cum with me, yeah? Think you can be a good girl and cum with daddy?”
Your nodding frantically as you start to spasm around him, milking his cock for all its worth
He slams his hips into you once more as deep as he can before filling your warm walls with his cum
Somehow all the movement you guys have done has wedged you free, no longer stuck in a tight spot your heading back to his place for round two
Alex:
You and Alex were exploring the deep woods together because he wanted to know what types of things you do in your day to day
He was not expecting the woods to be full of slimes trying to kill you but ya know, it’s always an adventure with the farmer
That’s how you end up in a small cave pressed against each other while you patch up a small wound on his thigh
“You okay? Your being pretty quiet up there”
He’s trying not to focus on how close to his dick your hands are so he doesn’t get hard
It’s not working very well
“I’m fine, just a little scrape I’m sure it’s okay”
“Yeah but it’s better to take care of it now, don’t want it to get infected”
He knows your right but also your hands brushed by his cock and now he’s got a semi
And it’s hard not to notice especially when it twitches as your hands brush over it again
“Baby, sweetheart, love please, you gotta know what your doing to me”
Your feigning innocence because it’s a little entertaining watching him be so flustered
“Hmmmm i should make sure your not injured anywhere else”
Your hands are on the buttons to his jeans looking at him for permission to pull them down
He knows the game your playing, so he lets you
You’ve got his cock out and your gently stroking your hands up and down his shaft, adjusting the pressure to what gets the best reaction out of him
“Oh fuck sweetheart that’s so good”
He’s putty in your hands
You decide to go for double kill and gently lower your mouth on the tip, sucking lightly while you stroke his shaft
He’s moaning loudly now, one hand in your hair to start bobbing you up and down on his cock
“Shiittt baby gonna lemme cum down your throat yeah? Please”
How could you say no to such a nice request
You relax your throat as best you can and take his whole cock into your mouth at once, he’s cumming in seconds
You pull back and swallow as you smile up at him
He needs like ten minutes to recover but he’s returning the favour twice over
#stardew fanfic#stardew valley#stardew farmer#stardew x reader#stardew headcanon#stardew marriage#stardew elliott#stardew shane#stardew harvey#stardew sam#stardew sebastian#stardew alex#sdv smut
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Randomly thought of a "what if Regina is actually good at math but wasn't showy" and then I remembered Leighton. like, what if Regina took the same AP math class but just a year earlier for god knows why. Regina and Mrs. Norbury actually got along pretty well, not close, but is civil with each other especially that Regina actually pays attention in her class and gets decent to high marks. The mathletes have wanted to invite her to join, but they're all scared shitless of her. and so when Cady was purposefully failing the class to get Aaron's attention, what if she accepted Mrs. Norbury's tutor offer, the teacher telling the red head "I know someone who'd be right to be your tutor." and Cady begrudgingly accepts.
After school, Cady was asked to meet her tutor in the library and the girl complied, thinking she had nothing to lose since the plastics didn't have anything planned that day. to her surprise, no one was at the library yet. Cady settled in one of the tables, her bag and books sat on the chair beside her. She waited for five minutes, cutting this "tutor" some slack, while she browsed her phone. Cady was about to get up when she heard the door open, and to her surprise, she sees Regina striding in while looking around the library, trying to find who's the unlucky student she'll have to terrorize to not fail this damn math class.
When the two of them finally locked eyes, Regina stopped in her tracks, eyes wide in shock as she processed the information that Cady was the one she would be tutoring. Cady on the other hand, suddenly felt like a cat caught in the act. the young red-head felt like she was sweating rivers of cold sweats as she stared at the blonde. Regina knew she wasn't bad at the subject. In fact, she had been Regina's personal calculator for quite a number of occasions since joining the plastics.
"Cady?" the blonde questioned, eyebrow raised. Slowly, she walked towards the younger girl, setting down her bag on the table then asked, "what the fuck are you doing here?"
"I.. uh," the shorter girl started, her hand settled at the back of her neck while looking anywhere but the person in front of her. "Mrs. Norbury told me I needed tutoring because I was failing math."
Regina didn't even bother to comment on Cady's reasoning. "Huh." was all that she replied, not wanting to push for more and moved to sit down. Cady wanted this session to be over as soon as possible and she guessed that the blonde also felt the same. Regina took a seat on the vacant chair and Cady took that signal to take a seat as well. The two of them took their books out and dived into their work.
An hour into their session, Cady couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about Regina. She couldn't help but stare at the blonde from time to time, trying to figure out how she got put in this situation with Regina teaching her about calculus. The blonde had noticed, of course, especially when Cady took too long to answer a simple question. The blonde in front of her sighed, and then dropped the pen she was holding, the act snapped Cady out of her trance. Cady feared Regina was going to yell at her or storm out of the library when she suddenly spoke.
"Okay,” Regina spoke before she turned to Cady, eyes boring into the red-head’s own. Cady suddenly felt the need to gulp and prepared herself for whatever Regina's about to do. "Since it seems like you can't focus on this stupid question, tell me, what's wrong now?"
Her question caught Cady off guard. Instead of spewing shit, Regina actually, genuinely, seemed like she wanted to know what's gotten the red-head distracted when she was doing fine a few questions ago.
"Uh.." Cady didn't know what to answer. Her mind was going through hundreds of different scenarios how this conversation would lead to and none of them was good.
Regina sighed.
"Use your words, Heron. Spit it out." the blonde said sternly and her head tilted, waiting for an answer from the girl in front of her.
“I- I didn’t know you were good at math.”
Regina’s perfectly manicured eyebrow raised. Her signature ‘are you fucking kidding me?’ look present the moment Cady finished speaking.
Shit, Cady thought.
A beat of silence fell between them and Cady couldn’t focus on the task at hand. The red-head was about to mutter her apologies when the blonde spoke.
Without looking up at the book in front of her, Regina says with a nonchalant voice, “Just because I don’t tell people, doesn’t mean I’m not good at something.”
She turned to face Cady and continued, “I can’t let people know everything about me. I need to maintain an air of mystery afterall.” and winked.
Regina winked. Honest to God winked and smirked.
If Cady’s brain was already mush five minutes ago, after witnessing that her brain is puréed. She felt her cheeks heat up and as if on cue, Regina tried and failed to hold back a laugh.
Regina looked back at the red-head. “If you’re done overanalyzing my whole being, sweetheart, let’s go back and focus on this part here so we can pack up early.”
And with that said, Cady had to take a mental note to ask questions later before she turned her attention back to their lesson. She tried her best to steady her beating heart, making sure that the blonde beside her didn’t hear how her heart was practically drumming through her chest at the sight of the blonde flirting with her.
#cadina#regina george#cady heron#mean girls#mean girls 2024#dribble drabble#kinda no beta? we d!e like cady heron's heterosexuality#this is just a random thought thats been sittin on my drafts tbh
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HELLO MY DEAR I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A REQUEST PLEASE 🌹 thought abt this classic scenario w chenle and immediately thought of ur writing hehe so like.... a fic where y'all go to your parents' house to visit and you stay the night and chenle's been eyeing you all day and now ofc he's horny as hell and the cliche of fucking when ur parents are right next door and trying not to be heard commences 😈 bonus points when ur jokingly trying to put up a front of "noooo its so wrong" but chenle knowsss you'll fold eventually and melt bc of his kisses and be putty in his hands.... also when his dirty talk is all like "i knew u wanted this" and how ur so dirty for seducing him and doing this when ur parents are right in the next room and can hear u and he has to put his hand over ur mouth to cover the noise (when its literally his fault like 🤨) anyways i know you'll come out w something amazing as always so thank you in advance my love 💓
- mari
oh my god hello this took me thirty freaking years I'm SOOOO sorry but I'm here and I tried to write this so plzzzz let me know if this is awful :D (plz I wrote this in like an hour last night i haven't written chenle smut in so long i was going through withdrawals)
Description: You and Chenle visit your family, and things get frisky idk y'all lol this was a request :D
Genre: Smut *MDNI*
Word Count: 2,165
Pairing: Zhong Chenle x Reader
Content Warnings: Chenle says pretty girl, slut, mentions of the possibility of being caught by parents, orgasm denial, a mirror is involved, teasing, yk the drill LOL it's all here yay
Juliet's Masterlist | thoughts are appreciated loll
smut below the cut!
All you wanted to do was have a seamless visit with your parents. You and Chenle were going to stay there for the weekend since you hadn’t seen your family in a while, so you figured your boyfriend would be on his best behavior. Oh, how wrong you were.
It started off simple—quick smacks on your ass, resting his warm hand on your thigh while his thumb rubs your skin. You refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing his attempts to turn you on are working, so you opt to ignore him completely.
It doesn’t work. He pushes and pushes your limits until you have to swat him away from you. Your last straw was when his touch trailed over to your inner thigh, up, up, up until his fingertips brushed your clothed core. You jolted so hard, you startled your parents at the dinner table. Chenle, of course, thought it was hilarious. He’d been wanting you bad all day, and it wasn’t his fault you wore a skirt.
What’s worse, is that when he was preparing to finger you under the table, he held a steady and respectful conversation with your dad. As much as you hate to admit it, the two sides of Chenle on display for you drove you crazy.
Your father leaves the table to answer an important call, and your mom chooses then to get up and grab the desert.
“C’mon, babe,” Chenle murmurs, tapping your leg. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Are you crazy? We’re with my parents, Chenle.”
He hums, dropping his head on your shoulder to easily press his lips to your neck. “I know you. You want me.”
“(Y/N), can you help me?” your mom calls from the kitchen.
“Coming!” you yell, quickly pulling yourself from Chenle and glaring at him the whole way out of the room.
You hate how right he is—how damp your panties are at the thought of him taking you here when your parents might hear. It should repulse you, but instead, you feel your entire body heat up at the thought.
Desert drags, and Chenle rubs the top of your leg where it meets your hip, back and forth while you squirm at the contact. If your parents notice how erratic you’ve become, they don’t mention it.
“Mom, did you, um, did you need any help cleaning up?”
“Oh, honey, that’s okay.” Your mother waves you off. “It’s getting late. You two have been traveling all day, we’ll get this and you get some rest.”
Chenle doesn’t even hide the smug look on his face when he intertwines your fingers together. “Thanks, I am exhausted.”
Bullshit. He wants to get you alone as soon as possible.
Next thing you know, you’re leading him upstairs to get him undressed. Although, you didn’t expect for it to lead you to your current predicament.
Chenle’s slender fingers slide into you easily with how wet you are. After teasing you all day, he’s got you dripping down onto the sheets. He moves slowly, staring at you smugly with his other hand covering your mouth. Your eyes roll back, and you fist the sheets as if that’ll stop the overwhelming need.
The walls of your childhood bedroom close in on you like yours close in around Chenle’s fingers, and everything starts to spin. He reaches deep inside, curling to find your spot. With his palm firm on your lips, your moan doesn’t make it past his skin. He chuckles, leaning close to your ear without messing with his pace.
“See, pretty girl? I knew you wanted it. Can’t stay off my cock even with your parents down the hall, huh?”
You mutter incoherently in your best attempt to spur him forward, to get him to fuck you as soon as possible, but it seems his evening of teasing is far from over. He places his thumb on your mouth instead, and you instinctively open up and swirl your tongue around it.
“Little fucking slut,” he tsks. “Can you stay quiet for me while I make you feel good?”
You nod fervently, lifting your hips to match his pace. Desperate to reach your end, you clench the bedspread harder to ground yourself. If you make a sound, you know he won’t continue.
He uses the wetness of your saliva to trail down from your mouth to your collarbone down to your breasts, watching you in a mix of wonder and awe as your nipples harden further beneath his touch. You let out a shaky sigh, but luckily for you, he doesn’t count that against you.
Despite his distraction, his fingers still brush against your spot with every steady thrust, and your mind reels from the pleasure, your orgasm just out of reach. He knows your body like the back of his hand at this point, so he’s well aware of what you need.
As he continues his venture down, the cold air sends chills all over you. He stops at your lower abdomen, rubbing his thumb against your skin.
“Remember,” he whispers. “Keep it down, alright?”
You don’t have time to reassure him before he nudges your clit. Inhaling sharply, you slap your own hand over your mouth.
“No.” He grabs your wrist and pulls your arm away. “Just fucking be good, you brat. Make a noise and you don’t get to cum.”
And he continues his work, rubbing your clit in steady, perfect circles while he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His self-control surprises even you, with the way he hasn’t fucked you yet. The bulge in his boxers strain, and you can practically taste the precum dripping from his tip already. You crave it so fucking badly, you almost forget you’re supposed to be quiet.
When you let out a low curse, the determined look on Chenle’s face turns to stone, and he stops his circles to land a smack on your sensitive bud instead. “Shut the fuck up, slut.”
Your body jerks, tears forming in your eyes, but you nod, so close to the brink it’s like you’re already there. The knot ties in your stomach almost as soon as his thumb is back on your clit, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip hard.
You’re so close, the warning signs of your orgasm becoming far too real to ignore. Lifting your hips, you’re desperate to match his pace, desperate to cum over and over again solely from his touch.
But just before the band of pleasure snaps, he abruptly removes his touch from you, leaving you to clench around nothing. You want to whine, to cry out for his attention, but you don’t dare when he warned you already.
“Get on the floor,” he tells you.
“The floor?” you ask breathlessly.
“Ass in the air, gonna show you how sluts get fucked when they don’t fucking listen.” He grips your thigh. “Hurry up, we don’t have all night.”
You leap up from your bed, eager to please the man who holds the key to your euphoria. The carpet digs uncomfortably into your knees as you arch your back, putting yourself on display for him. Your bed is much too creaky for anything other than missionary, and sometimes, even that’s enough to cause it to squeak if Chenle has anything to say about it.
His hands squeeze your ass, massaging you while he studies you. A quick smack has you shuddering again. His shuffle to take off the last of the clothing covering him is music to your ears, and you wiggle back against him to try to entice him further.
He grabs a pillow and tosses it to you, and you already know what it’s for. You take it gratefully, but you bite down on it in preparation of what’s to come. The thought of getting caught has wetness leaking down your thighs, and as he rubs his hard cock along your entrance to collect it, you’re already shaking. Being denied an orgasm already has every inch of you craving release. His tip brushes your clit, and you push back with a muffled whine.
“What if I just leave you like this?” he asks, dragging his nails along your back.
You shake your head and repeat over and over, “Please. Please.”
“How disappointed would your parents be if they saw you like this, huh? Just down the hall begging to be fucked like a whore…” He slides his tip in, his breath catching at the sensation.
Your chorus of pleas are muffled by the pillow, but you push yourself back, making him slide another inch inside you. Legs wobbling already, you ignore the burn of the carpet against your knees.
Finally, he gives you some reprieve. As slowly as he can manage, he opens you up with his cock. You whimper, eyes watering as you bury your head in the plush fabric below you, already slick with your saliva.
“You sure you’re ready, baby?” he asks breathlessly, nails digging into your hips. “One sound and we stop, got it?”
You can’t manage a response, not with the way he fills you so completely. Whatever he’s gonna give you, you need it.
The choice to move to the floor makes more sense as he gives you one reassuring squeeze to your waist. He thrusts slowly twice, groaning quietly at the feeling.
And then he really starts. His hips slam into yours, the sound of his skin slapping against yours is obvious and impossible to mask. You can barely breathe while he fucks you, your body jolting and the carpet rubbing against your knees. The pillow is drenched with your spit, and you’re biting down so hard your jaw starts to hurt. He pants behind you, his tip reaching your cervix with every rough thrust.
His cock pulses inside you, like he’s ready to burst at any given second. It’s so overwhelmingly good, tears stream down your face. Next thing you know, he’s wrapping his fingers around your neck and pulling you up until your back is against his chest. He squeezes tight enough to make sure no noises will escape you, but your brain clears long enough to see his motive.
The mirror stands in front of you, displaying your body as Chenle slides in and out of you at a steady pace. He leans forward, tightening his grip on your neck.
“See the mess you made?” He licks the shell of your ear. “You’re taking me so fucking easy right now, slut. Don’t think you’ve earned the right to cum.”
Whatever escapes your lips is muffled gibberish.
“I guess I’ll be nice.” His condescending tone sends a chill down your spine as his hand dips between your legs. All it takes is the slight brush of his fingertips to send you reeling over the edge, your body jerking as your orgasm takes you full-force. He doesn’t stop there, though, applying pressure to your clit and rubbing fast. Your vision blurs as a burst of wetness soaks your thighs.
“Holy fuck,” he groans, breaking his rough facade for the briefest moment while he processes what just happened.
He pulls out of you, much to your protest, and turns you on your back. Propping your legs up on his shoulders, he slides back inside with ease, his own eyes fluttering shut. He leans down and takes your mouth with his, the stretch in your legs almost as delicious as he tastes.
“Need to see that pretty face when I cum.” He nips your ear lobe, rocking his hips hard against yours.
Mind hazy from your orgasm, you stare at him in awe as his face contorts with pleasure with every thrust. When his pace becomes erratic, you know he’s close.
He moans lowly in your ear, pushing himself as deep as possible before he spills his load. Panting, he wastes no time in kissing you sweetly, gently as he releases your legs from their uncomfortable position. He rubs your thigh, humming into your mouth.
“You did so well,” he whispers. “You feeling okay? Was it too much?”
You still can’t speak, so with a smile, you shake your head and place a hand flat on his chest.
He pulls out slowly, a shaky breath escaping his lips as he does. A sheen of sweat covers him, the gentle starlight from the windows illuminating him just enough for you to see. He stands, puts his boxers on, and walks over to grab your towel.
You’re oversensitive, and as he spreads your legs again to clean you up, the rough fabric against your clit makes you jolt.
“I love you.” He kisses your forehead in an attempt to distract you from the mess he made. “You’re so perfect, you know that?”
You weakly smack his shoulder. “You did all of this at my parents’ house?”
He grins, scooping you up to help you onto your bed. “Don’t complain. The wet spot on the ground says you liked it.”
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hi uhhhhhhhhhhhh
can i request the tokyo revengers characters walking in on the reader changing
u dont have to do it if ur not comfortable
sorryyyy
no discomfort here, anon! pretty tame request actually lol not sure if you wanted it this…detailed BUT thank you for your patience and for requesting - hope you enjoy <3333
pairing: college!tr x fem!reader
warnings: mature language, MDI. mentions of sex, dirty-talk, vulgar language, name-calling (pervert, baby, sweetheart, bitch, etc.), them literally being obsessed with you lol and i think that’s it — feel free to let me know if i missed anything :))))
notes: special thanks to @melanatedkink as always for her help <3333 and figured this format would be a lot more fun than trying to come up with several elaborate scenarios lol hope you guys enjoy!
tagged: @fantasycantasy , @spacegirl05
They were waiting in your living room for what felt like HOURS (of which was only a few minutes) for you to get ready, eager to spend the evening with you. A little too eager. Without much thought, they marched straight to your bedroom and came right in. The sight before them wasn’t something they were expecting, but their reactions were for the books.
Delinquent.exe stopped working. His grip around the doorknob became so strong, you’d think he’d rip it right off the wood. Didn’t matter where his eyes landed, you were EXPOSED as the day you were born. And to make matters embarrassingly worse, his pants immediately grew tighter at the mere sight of you. You jump, obviously startled by his sudden presence, and shriek at him in protest. He's still standing there, borderline beatboxing as he fights between apologizing profoundly and gassing you up.
When CHIFUYU opened the door right as you bent over, facing away as you slipped on a fresh pair of underwear, your entire pussy greeting him was definitely not on his agenda for tonight. The noise he let out was between a choke and a squeak as he practically shoved his fist in his mouth, eyes wide as his face flushed vermillion. It didn’t help when his dick began to salute you, hands quickly reaching down to adjust his body’s ‘not-so-subtle’ response to the display. With a yelp, you tugged the skimpy garment all the way up in startlement, peeking over your shoulder as you shielded your bare upper half. You didn’t even need to scold him, Chifuyu beat you to it as he stuttered over himself, stuck between hiding his erection and reaching for the door as he tap-danced around the situation. God, the image was singed into his brain, he swore he could see it every time he blinked.
You couldn't even be mad, his stammering too amusing to even hold a frown anymore. Not to mention, the evident tent in his pants he so poorly tried to conceal; he looked so pitiful, how could you not fuck him out of his misery? But, don't forget to make him squirm for it.
" P-please...please, baby, I can't...I can't take it a-anymor-Oh!"
You took your sweet time sliding all the way down his throbbing length, pussy fluttering around him in pulses that nearly drove him up the wall, back arching as he whimpered distressingly. His knuckles were bone white from how harshly he gripped the sheets, teeth clamped down on his lower lip as he fought the urge to buck upward, not wanting to piss you off—You absolutely would leave him high and dry if he disobeyed your instructions to hold still.
"Tsk. Perverts like you should be grateful I'm even letting you near my pussy. Maybe next time you'll knock before barging in on someone changing."
He pouted at the dig, "...said I was sorry..."
"I know you are, 'Fuyu. But, sorry's not gonna cut it this time. Now be a good boy, and take what I give you."
[ also could be: SHINICHIRO, KAZUTORA, SOUYA ]
Immediately slams the door shut. Tries to play it cool, acting nonchalantly as he softly apologizes from the other side. Contemplates his next move when he goes back to the couch, set on not speaking to you for the rest of the year out of shame. Luckily, you made it known he had nothing to be ashamed of.
“Shit-!” was the only indication you had of the door even opening, just getting done with sticking your head through the shirt hole as you caught it being slammed shut at the very last second. Your simmering guest stood on the other side, struggling to ground himself from seeing your bare tits all in their glory. Rubbing the front of his face with a groan, RINDOU had half of mind to just walk the fuck home and save himself the humiliation. The door was closed, for fuck sake! A clear sign that you weren’t…decent. Blaming it on living with Ran all his life, with knocking being a rarity, the walking mullet exhaled deeply before heading back to the living room, sitting patiently on the couch this time.
He'd properly apologize once you came out.
After a few more minutes, you eventually did. However, the expression on your face was far from what he anticipated. You looked... smug? Despite his look of indifference, you could tell how flustered he actually was. With a raised brow, Rindou defensively gave a sharp, “What?” as you continued to scrutinize him.
He half expected for you to call him an idiot, and lecture him on the importance of knocking. But, when you merely lifted your shirt up by the hem to expose your bare chest, borderline forcing him to look this time, Rindou ‘bout busted right then and there in his pants like a goddamn virgin.
With a playful pout, you replied. “Don’t you want a closer look?”
Hell yes.
Doesn’t get any closer than having you pinned down to the couch, your shirt discarded elsewhere as he sucked on your little nubs ‘til they were raw, blowing cool air on them to illicit more delicious sounds from your kiss-bitten lips. Both of his hands multitasked between fondling the squishy mounds and playing with your weeping cunt as Rin stretched you around three of his fingers, dead set on getting you ready to take his dick whole. Probably shouldn’t have teased him like that; he finna ruin you for anyone else.
“Was trynna be respectful ‘n shit, sweetheart…not anymore.”
[ also could be: BAJI, MITSUYA, KAKUCHO ]
Isn’t phased at all, if anything he’d continue standing there and give himself an eye full. You can yell at him, throw things, hide, it didn’t matter—You’ve been keeping him waiting, might as well reward him for his patience thus far.
“Oo, lookie what we have here.~”
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. A good couple of minutes had gone by while HANMA stood in the doorway, greedy eyes soaking up your naked, unsuspecting form until he eventually made his presence known with a low whistle. You squawked out various expletives, quickly ducking to crouch by your bed in order to hide yourself from the Peeping Tom.
“Ohmygod! Shuji, get the hell out!”
“Mmm...nah, don’t think I will. Kinda like the view from where I’m standing.” He all but giggled, too pleased with how flustered you were; how cute.
You seethed, face practically on broil as you started throwing anything and everything to make him leave—A slipper, the tv remote, a stuffed animal, even some of your discarded clothes. Not your best idea…especially when you accidentally tossed your underwear. Of course he’d dodge everything else, but that. The golden eyed devil caught it with ease, the hand marked ‘Sin’ holding up the flimsy garment wearing a crooked grin as he dangled it in front of his face; taunting you.
“Give it.” With as much sternness you could muster from your pitiful position, you held out a hand expecting him to relent. Of course, he doesn’t. Hanma snickered.
“You want ‘em? Come get ‘em, doll.”
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t hoping for this outcome when he entered your room, unannounced. With your face buried in the sheets, a hand marked ‘Punishment’ pushing your back into a deeper arch while he fucked you from behind with the vigor of an animal in heat, Hanma thought he’d won the lottery. The way your pussy practically drooled around his girth with every hard thrust he gave you, your arousal smeared all over his abdomen and even dripping down his thighs, it was a wonder why he never thought to walk in on you sooner.
Even if you still bitched for the knocking, or lack thereof, he knew you weren’t too upset at him—Not with the way you were sucking him back in so eagerly.
“Ah!~ s-so…s’ deep in me, Shu..! N-Ne—Mm! Need you t’ slow down..!” You reached back to push at his hips, your weak attempt futile as he merely held your wrist behind your back. Hanma laughed, angling his thrusts upward to hook your sweet spot just to spite your desperate pleas.
“Had me waitin’ out there forever, [______]. Slow is the last thing I’m gonna do to you. Next time…lock the door.”
[ also could be: MIKEY, NAHOYA, RAN ]
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weñl since I'm new to the AU and already ate every post.... Could you drop some lore of The Prototype and his link to the toys? (especially with Catnap seeing as how he recently calls him "dad" but I wonder how before he allowed Theo to consider him a God and worship him)
For my AU, the Prototype was originally Elliot Ludwig himself. He had an adopted daughter and lost her due to an illness, and then had the brilliant idea to start dubiously ethical experiments in order to bring her back. He eventually volunteered himself to be the first human to become a toy, only to realize, far too late, that without him in charge mr. Harley "what is ethics if not another rule to break in the name of SCIENCE" Sawyer would go "what if i broke every single rule Elliot ever imposed on me". Also I have adopted @lassieposting's hc about Elliot being a military veteran, which is important for this because now this man feels like he, once again, is seeing a tragedy that should have never existed at ALL.
Prototype took care of little Theo/Catnap as if he were his own son (also taken from lassieposting because good headcanons are GOOD headcanons), and after the Hour of Joy and him realizing that the toys can't go outside without risking even more death and people hunting them, he taught Catnap how to hunt. After he learned how to look after himself Catnap became more independent, and Theo was always a kind of religious boy, and that combined with him seeing Prototype as a hero made him undergo the biggest catholic moment in the history of Playtime Co.
Prototype doesn't like being called a god, but Catnap doing that did help him impose more rules on the toys ("don't go outside so humans won't find us and capture us again", "don't torture each other even if you are really hungry", "if you see a human kill it and give it to me so we can all have food"). Unfortunately their distance grew as time went on, and Prototype just. Never actually tried doing anything to stop Catnap from being like That. Again, it was helping him, and he sees Catnap as the child he failed to protect, and he just never knew how to address the elephant in the room. This entire situation was 100% Prototype's fault for not attempting to sit down with Catnap and tell him to cut it off.
Prototype has a trillion communication issues, honestly. For this AU he helped deliver Poppy's call for help to the Player/Angel, not that she knew that, because he decided that everyone had enough. He wanted someone to save the toys, even if by "saving" it meant "killing them off", because Prototype figured it was better than being alive in that nightmare.
And then Angel saved Huggy, throwing Prototype's whole plan away.
And then Bunzo, the mini huggies, PJ Pug-a-Pillar, and then Mommy Long Legs, and then Miss Delight and Dogday, and then Catnap, even when the big feline begged Prototype to end his suffering. The Angel took care of all of them. They never dared leave anyone behind.
Prototype changed his plan for it to just be for him to die, because he caused everyone to become a toy. He deserved that fate more than anyone, at least in his eyes.
And then Angel convinced him to live. The deal they made was for Prototype to help them take care of everyone and stop anyone from ever find all the documentation about how the experiments were done, and only just enough info for the humans outside to know the toys are alive and were previously innocent children. After Angel finds a bigger house, Catnap convinces Prototype to come in with them, and he reluctantly agrees.
It'll be really funny when Angel realizes Poppy was Elliot's daughter, because our favorite porcelain doll does NOT know Elliot is the Prototype. Actually, NO ONE knows that, not even Catnap himself. When Angel finds out they DEMAND Prototype to talk to Poppy because what the HECK, you already failed to communicate with one kid and now you fail to communicate with ANOTHER?
Anyways, family drama aside, Angel and Prototype unironically make a very good parent duo. Prototype knows how the toys work, while Angel knows how to be gentle and assuring. They teach the other a lot about what to do, but the majority of the toys are too afraid to talk with Prototype to learn that he's Father Material If You Ignore The Communication Issues. Catnap can confirm!
#poppy playtime#experiment 1006#poppy playtime prototype#poppy playtime angel#poppy playtime player#poppy worldwide#save everyone au#there's so many jokes about angel and prototype being parents that i thought about#esp after catnap starts calling angel mom when everyone knows he calls prototype his dad#poppy straight up says “oh congratulations on officially being called mom by everyone!!!!! please don't refer to prototype as our dad”#angel: “how about i do that”#poppy: “HE'S NOT MY DAD! YOU ARE MY DAD AND MY MOM!”#(two weeks later and they discover prototype is indeed poppy's dad)#(cue to angel saying “can i say i told you so?” (they never told her so)
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Sparks Fly
pairing: joel miller x gn!reader
summary: joel and ellie find someone who isn’t too pleased with how them and joel’s last interaction went.
word count: around 2.1k
warnings: typical tlou violence and warnings (i’m comparing it to the game’s usual amount), angst that turns into fluff, slight tlou part one spoilers in terms of people mentioned, use of weapons and guns, swearing, joel getting frustrated because no one is letting him talk, ellie on her queen shit
masterlist
a/n: i love naming fics after taylor’s songs, they’re so fun! also don’t ask for a timeline because all i know is that it’s before the university but after bill, but oh my god i love this game so much, and the tv show is just *chefs kiss* so far. on my pedro pascal shit as usual, but i really like writing for joel! oh and i wrote this literally three hours ago and could not tell you what is going on. thank you for reading <3
should i make a part two?
one last thing! don’t repost my stories, if you do, i hope a clicker gets you, yes you, first :)
(credit to gif owner!)
Joel Miller was many things, but apologetic wasn’t one of them. So, when he felt the all too familiar whoosh of a bullet purposely landing in the dirt not even a foot beside him, he knew showing up was a mistake. If Tess hadn’t put that damned idea in his head to check in on you, he really wouldn’t have put another conscience thought in your direction.
You appeared in his unconscious mind much more than he’d like to admit though.
Snapping back to his current reality, he heard an all too familiar voice, albeit tinted with the age of surviving all these years, yell towards him and Ellie packed full of fury.
“Weapons on the ground and hands up now.” When no one moved, the voice reverberated again. “Now.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ellie shot a look towards the older man, her face proving her to be more annoyed than anything.
“If I need to repeat myself again, the next shot won’t miss. Hands. Up.”
Setting his revolver on the ground, he closed his eyes as he slowly called your name in a hesitant greeting. Ellie snapped her head towards him again at his familiarity with you. “This is who Tess was talking about? Seriously?”
“Ellie--” Joel scolded, turning slowly to face you. His eyes moved from the dirt beneath him to meet your eyes, and that’s when he knew he really shouldn’t have come. You look a bit startled, a bit of anger rising beneath your gaze, as the realization of who you were talking to hit.
“Are my eyes deceiving me, or is that Joel Miller before me right now?” A scoff accompanied your words. Joel gritted his teeth, a deep sigh rumbling through him.
“Listen, I--” Your voice cut his off before he could even form a sentence.
“Give me one good reason why I don’t put a bullet between your eyes this very moment. I told you not to show your face to me again.”
Ellie flipped her hands over, eyes narrowing. “Joel what is going--”
“Ellie now is not the time.” His accent was cutting through thicker than usual, most likely due to the situation. “Tess told me to make sure you’re still alive and I figured, hell, we could use some help.”
He saw your eyes roll, but you holstered your gun anyways. “Last time I talked to her, I told her to leave me be.” Your head moved towards the teen. “Who’s she?”
Ellie spoke up before he had the chance to. “She is none of your business.”
“This is Ellie.” Joel lowered his arms back to his sides. “Listen, I know that we left each other on a lousy note, but--”
You cut him off again, cussing under your breath. “Considering it a ‘lousy note’ would be putting it mildly. Plus, it was not a mutual leaving.”
“Goddammit, can you stop interrupting me?” He closed his eyes in frustration, taking another breath to try to calm his nerves. “Can we discuss this inside somewhere? It took us too many infected to get here just for all of us to be out in the open like sitting ducks.”
“Who do you take me for? You know damn well that I of all people would keep this place guarded.” He saw you shift into a more casual stance, slouching on on leg, hostility still present in your glare towards him. “Yeah, follow me. But--” you raised your pointer finger towards the two. “Don’t go off the path. I’ve loaded this place with traps that took way too long to set up just for someone to carelessly set off.”
Walking behind you from a distance, Joel glanced around at the spot you had set up for yourself to live in. A nudge from Ellie brought his attention to her.
“What the fuck did you do to piss them off so much?”
He took a second before answering. “I got them caught in a FEDRA ambush, not knowingly of course, but they didn’t stick around long enough for any explanations.” He looked at the old ruins they were all passing by--barns ruined by the bombs that hit non-quarantined areas, cars overgrown with that copper-tinted rust, wire lined up as defenses on all four sides of them. If it weren’t for the green that came with nature reclaiming what was taken from her, this place, this planet, would be a wasteland.
Humans weren’t the only thing being destroyed.
“Were you in a relationship with them or something?” She smirked as she spoke.
“That’s not relevant information.”
Her smirk now fully forming into a grin, she continued with a chuckle. “Oh, you totally were!”
He grunted in response, quickly mumbling a “that’s none of your business” before quickening his steps to meet yours, partially to avoid any more questions, and partially to make sure you weren’t leading them to an untimely death.
As the trio strolled into the makeshift camp, Joel took another look at you. Age had done you well, and while he knew he was walking on ice thin as a sheet of paper, part of him was glad to see you.
He was never that good with emotions--he had a tendency to close most feelings out besides the consistent fear and anger that came with living in this time, and people knew that. He wasn’t good with understanding that people cared about him, or that he cared for others.
Not since Sarah at least.
But for the first time in longer than he could remember, he felt something other than those two feelings blossom when he talked to you. He didn’t have a name for what he felt, but his shitty reality got a little better whenever you were around, and that had to mean something, hadn’t it?
“I have some food in the kitchen if you two are hungry, down the hall to the left.” You called out, going to the right instead. He followed Ellie into the kitchen you had set up, her moving to rummage through anything she could find for the both of them. He was still lost in his own world, a world which was filled with nothing but memories of what life used to be.
It was the Ellie’s voice that brought him back to the current moment, a trend he had begun to notice.
“You think they’re beautiful.” Her words carried an sense of teasing around them.
Joel nearly choked on the air around him at her statement, the wind being knocked out of him just by her call out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Except you do.” An accusatory finger pointed his way. “You get this...look in your eye that I can’t explain, but it’s the same look you get only when you see something beautiful. A sunset, a new weapon, them.” she smirked as she said the last part.
“Have you found anything to eat yet?” Changing the subject was his next best option. Ellie hadn’t known him for that long and already she was starting to read him like an open book. He could see her little celebration at her victory as she turned towards the cabinets. “Go see if you can find any supplies or anythin’ of the sorts after the grub, and no more talk about this.”
Taking one last look at the room, he went to go find you, which given the size of the establishment didn’t take very long. He could hear Ellie say “You like them!” in a sing-song manner as he left, and he opted to ignore her as he moved through the rooms.
When he walked into the space you were in and saw you, he took a second to notice what had changed over the years. He wasn’t sure if you noticed him yet and was thankful for bit of quiet if he was being honest. He knew back then that had the two of you met pre-outbreak, he damn near would’ve fallen for you in a heartbeat, and Tommy would’ve made fun of him for it for hours. The way you held yourself, your personality, how you made an effort to care about him, well, needless to say he would have made a move much sooner than he did.
You held his heart in the palm of your hand, and you didn’t even know it.
Your hair hadn’t changed much, but if he looked closely enough, he could see some gray speckling its usual colour. He shook his head as he realized that the girl was right about his feelings towards you.
Goddammit, Ellie.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” His eyes widened at the fact that he’d been caught by you, who turned around to face him with an eyebrow raised. When he didn’t respond, you disappeared into a little room to the right, emerging moments later with a wet cloth, handing it to him. He was never a man of many words, and you always respected that. “You smell, wash your face a bit yeah?”
Taking it, a chuckle emitted from deep within him. “Good to see you haven’t changed much.” It felt good to feel the cool water on his face.
“Joel, why are you here, seriously?” The way you looked at him made an unusual flutter erupt from his heart, not that he would ever admit that out loud. The effect you had on him made him feel like a goddamned high-schooler.
“She’s important, Ellie is, and I need to get her to the fireflies.” You scoffed at the last part, and you rolled your eyes, sitting down at a little table near the little room’s entry, motioning him to do the same.
“You know the fireflies are full of it. What, is she the daughter of some big wig or somethin’ like that?”
He mirrored your scoff, slouching into the chair across from you. “Somethin’ like that. You just got to trust me on this one.”
You raised an eyebrow and just slightly tilted your head in response. “Remember what happened the last time I trusted you?”
He kept his mouth shut at that, a silence so loud that a clicker could walk through unalarmed, tension filling the air.
“I didn’t know that they were planning to sell you out, was just relaying information down the line.”
He watched you as you pushed up from your chair with another roll of your eyes, stretching in the process. “Yeah, well you did. It doesn’t bother me as much as it used to, but that was a real shitty thing you did to me there.”
He heard you take a deep breath at his lack of response.
“But I guess we’ve all done things we regret since the outbreak, so might as well let bygones be bygones, yeah? How about a fresh start?” When he met your gaze, he saw a brief whisp of a smile grace your features, going by so quick that he could have imagined it.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” He felt a weight he didn’t recognize leave his shoulders, and maybe that’s why he spoke what he did next. “You could come with us, you know, to deliver Ellie. God knows she gets tired of me sometimes, and I wouldn’t mind the company.” He couldn’t control the words leaving his mouth and didn’t even process what he said until he saw your contemplating face. His heart was beating faster, and he cursed himself for acting like a boy with a little crush.
“Plus, he thinks you’re beautiful!” A third voice rushed in, making the two others whirl to see Ellie standing in the door frame, eyes wide and locking with his almost as if he would stop her if she spoke any slower. Which he would’ve.
“Ellie, I swear to all things holy you--”
Your laugh makes his words die off, amusement echoing in its wake. “Always been the charmer, you have, Joel.” Walking to face him with the brunette behind you, you leaned in close to his ear before continuing. “A fresh start, right?” and then he felt it. You had placed a kiss right on his cheek, and a feeling he hadn’t felt since he saw you last rose within him. Looking at you with pupils slightly blown, he watched as you winked at him before heading towards Ellie. “So, he say anything else like that about me?”
Not many could break the exterior he placed as a barrier for himself--it took some people years to even get a kind response out of him. But not even an hour after running into you again, and he knew he was putty in your hands.
Joel Miller was many things, and in love (whether he would admit that to himself or not), was becoming one of them.
#the last of us#tlou part 1#tlou spoilers#ellie williams#joel miller#joel miller x#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#pedro pascal#tlou fanfiction#joel miller x you
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can you do where the reader is crying bc she had an argument with someone and cried there and she thought it was embarrassing and jude is away so when he calls she starts crying and telling him how much she misses him
my comfort person
prompt: request ^
warnings: cursing, grammar issues, not proofread
credits to owners for images
“y/n, i’ve told you to get these papers done by today,” your boss bowed his head in shame. “this was so important for our next collaboration. how can you mess it up this easily?”
“i’m so sorry sir, it won’t happen again.” you couldn’t count how many times you’ve apologized. life became a struggle when jude left for america. you’ve been so overwhelmed with keeping the house clean, organizing other papers. overall, you were a mess.
“sorry won’t cut it. you had one job, but you can’t do it. i thought you were a superstar when i hired you. this was the third time this week.” he threw the papers on his desk which scared you.
“please don’t take this the wrong way, but you assigned these papers yesterday. there is no way i could file all of them for today.” it was a mistake to talk back, yet there was no taking it back now.
“then fucking organize it by importance. listen, i don’t give a shit if other people give you other work to do. you’re so busy with your boyfriend, do you even remember that you have a job?” each word kept getting louder and louder. your ears started to ring and felt a sense of panic. next thing you knew, tears were running down your cheek.
“please excuse me.” you felt so vulnerable that you just cried in front of your boss. after closing his office door, you could hear him sigh in distress. you tried to clear up your tears, but it quickly failed since all eyes had been on you. shame had filled you to the brim. you ran down into your car while trying to excuse yourself from bumping into others.
the parking garage was only downstairs. the journey to get to your car felt like hours. thank god it was your lunch time. you forgot everything on your desk except your phone and keys. once you reached your car, the emotions spilled out. you didn’t have the guts to drive away. you just sat on the driver’s side crying until your eyes gave up. your whole body was about to give up, but your phone started ringing. a picture of jude’s smile appeared on your screen with a facetime from him. you answered only because he would get worried that something happened.
“hey beautiful, how was work?” you didn’t plan on showing your face which was the first red flag. jude was hoping to see your perfect smile. it took a minute before you answered, which was also another red flag. “hello? y/n are you there?” jude wasn’t use to your silence.
“yeah, i’m here.” after fully trying to recollect yourself, you still didn’t manage to shake off your trembling voice. you saw jude wiggle his eyebrows. you knew he figured it out. he was the only person who figured out you and your body language.
“oh y/n, what’s wrong?” jude fully sat up on his bed.
“nothing. work was fine.” now, you and him both knew damn well there was nothing wrong. jude had become determined to get you to talk.
“baby, if there’s something wrong then we can talk. i’m sorry for not being there right now, but i can still try to help you. please, let me see your face. i miss you.” you really tried to wipe away your tears. yet, the red on your face made it really obvious. you lifted your phone so jude can see you.
you saw him smile at you which left you confused. “you’re still so pretty even when you cry. talk to me, what happened?”
“my boss is an asshole jude. i had so much paperwork to do and i couldn’t finish it. i was trying to clean the house then when it was finally time for me to at least try to do work, i fucking fell asleep. jude, i don’t know what to do. i really miss you. i know you’re having a great time in america, but this is a lot to handle.” more tears came out. jude’s expression sadden to see you in such a weak mental state. “oh and not to mention, when i walked out of his office, everyone was staring. it was so embarrassing. i would drive home, but there’s nothing to drive home to.”
“y/n, i love you so much. if you ever need a break, please go take a break. quit your job if you have to. i can provide for us. it makes me sad that i can’t be next to you right now.”
“i miss you so much. i wouldn’t admit this if i was actually normal, but hell, i miss your cuddles. it’s so different hearing you from just a screen.” god damn it, he wanted to go home.
“babe, i’m gonna need you to just breath. inhale, and exhale. everything is going to be okay. i’m gonna be back in no time. i will call and text whenever i’m free. i know it’s hard for you, but bare with me. do whatever it takes for you to be relaxed.” jude didn’t have to use a lot of words to comfort you. he was doing the bare minimum and you calmed down.
“i think i need to go home. i know you’re busy. i love you jude.”
“i love you too, now go kick some ass.”
#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham#real madrid#football x reader#football fanfic#jude bellingham fanfic#jude bellingham x y/n#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x you
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Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: Rafe realizes he needs to get clean. You help him start the journey.
Warnings: Drug Abuse Mentions, Withdrawal, cursing, etc, if any of this triggers you please do not read it.
A/N: This is what won my recent poll, so enjoy! Also, please reblog or leave a comment, this fic was not easy to write and took a lot of time.
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Rafe woke up not knowing where he was. He opened his eyes to a light grey wall facing him. He winces as he feels the pounding headache from last night's festivities. The last thing he remembered was doing a line of coke with Topper.
He soon sees a familiar hoodie draped on the back of a chair and realizes he's in your bed. You weren't at the party so he can't figure out why the hell he would be in your room.
He gets out of bed and walks toward the door before opening it and walking out into the hallway. He hears noises in the living room and walks in there to find you, pacing on the phone.
You look at him and speak into the phone, "Oh, he just woke up I'll text you later." Before setting down the phone and crossing your arms.
You were not happy to say the least. But you couldn't be mad at Rafe. It wasn't his fault. You were mad at the world.
"I, what happened?" Rafe stumbles over his words. He clasps his hands together to prevent you from notving.how badly they were shaking. His heart was beating out of chest over worrying about how he found you.
"I got called to the party by a very coked out Topper to take you home. Rafe, we need to talk about this," you say and Rafe knows exactly what you mean.
He sits on the couch and you take a seat a few inches away from him. You reach out to take his hand and he gladly grasps yours.
"I need to quit, I cant. I can't get through the withdrawl," he says while looking at the floor. You nod before speaking.
"You're going to kill yourself if you don't stop. And I won't stay around while you do it. But if you want to get clean, if you really do, I will help you every step of the way," you say as tears threaten to spill down your cheeks.
"I don't want you to have to do-" you cut him off.
"Rafe, I love you and I will help you get through it," you state and he nods as a tear slips down his face.
"You know how bad it's going to be?" He asks before looking you in the eye for the first time that day.
"We can handle it," you promise and he nods.
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It has been three days since Rafe had began getting clean. The worst day so far. But it wouldn't be the worst day to come.
Rafe had barely left the bed at all. He couldn't stay awake and he was barely eating. He felt like shit all day but you stayed by his side.
But today was when the anger set in. You both knew it would happen. Rafe had a little bit of a temper and the withdrawal would definitely bring it you.
"God Y/N, why do you care so fucking much?" He screams at you. The only thought going through his head was how he was going to get more coke. He needed the relief.
"Rafe, I'm not going to fight with you. This is the withdrawal, not you." You state and manage to keep from bursting into tears.
"You don't care about me, you just care about feeling good about yourself!" He yells, "You just want to fix me! Well guess what you bitch? I don't need to be fucking saved!" He screamed before running off to your guest room and slamming the door.
You let out a shaky breath as a tear slips down your face. Seeing Rafe like this hurt so much. Your heart was being ripped to shreds from the inside out from seeing him like this.
But it would all be worth it. Rage would get clean and he would go back to the man you fell in love with. You had spent hours on Google and from what you learned the worst of the withdrawal would be over soon.
After an hour, Rafe begins to calm down. He realizes how fucked up the things he yelled at you were. The immense out of guilt in his stomach made him want to throw up.
He ran to the bathroom as the overwhelming wave of nausea over took him. After finishing vomiting and cleaning off his face (and quickly brushing his teeth), he needed to find you.
He left your guest room and went straight to your room. He knocked before opening the door to see you.
He shut the door behind him before crawling into bed with you. You wrap your arms around him as he cries.
"I'm the one who should be hugging you, I-I said all of those. Those horrible things about you," he cries into your shoulder.
You snake your hand under his shirt to run soothing circles on his back, "Rafe, it's okay." A few silent tears slip down your cheek as you soothe your lover.
"It's going to be okay Rafe," you say in an almost whisper.
He feels his eyes get heavy as his breathing slows before he falls asleep on your chest. You look down at his peaceful figure and smile. He would have a little peace for now.
He was getting paler and you could already tell he was losing weight. His eyes stayed droopy and unfocused, he never stopped fidgeting. It pained you to see him have to suffer like this.
But you would help him get through it.
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Unrequited Love?
Part 2(DISCONTINUED) lol
Part 1
Note: idk why this took hours, not proofread I'm so sorry in advance. Also bad writing
It's been three days since I last spoke to Wanda, and in the time since, I've tried to strike up a conversation with her whenever I see her. I searched for her in the cafeteria, the hallways, and wherever else, but time and time again I would find myself disappointed when I was met with her cold indifference.
She was avoiding me.
But why?
I sigh, continuing to unpack boxes of food supplies in the backroom of 7-Eleven. To free my mind from Wanda, I decide to help my uncle instead.
Just then, my uncle calls out for me.
"Y/N!" he requests. "can you watch the store for a bit? I gotta run to Ikea to get new seal rings and parts." He sighs, smacking the slush machine in an attempt to make it work, frustration evident on his face. "The damn thing is leaking again."
"Sure, yeah" I reply to him smiling before he left.
Time passes, and I continue serving customers who walked in.
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"Is that all?" I ask the customer as I pack the items she purchased into a paper bag.
"Yeah, thank y-" she replies, but she's quickly cut off by a loud sound, shattering glass. I turn my head to find a boy next to a broken wine bottle.
"Peter!" the woman yells, running to the boy's side. She checks him over to see if he's okay, before turning to me.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" she apologizes, and I swiftly reply, "No, it's okay!"
"Peter, what did I tell you about running around?" the lady scolds. With a sigh, she places her palm to her face in disappointment.
"It's alright," I assure them. "I can clean these up." I look at the boy, who stands awkwardly, too ashamed and embarrassed to raise his head. He merely looks down at his shoes.
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After returning to the counter and being tipped $60 for the wasted wine and trouble, I sighed in frustration and went to the backroom to get a mop.
Cleaning the mess quickly, I returned to the backroom to return the mop before promptly bumping into the shelf at the back of the counter. "shit!" I curse my clumsiness
I then had to pick up the products that fell to the ground.
As I did so, the bell at the door rang, signalling another customer had entered the store.
I ignored the bell and resumed gathering up the fallen products.
"Hey, how much are these?" I heard a familiar voice speak up.
I turned around to see who it is and was met with beautiful emerald-green eyes her emerald-green eyes
"Wanda...?" I stumbled over my words, my voice caught in my throat at the sight of Wanda standing before me, wearing an oversized black sweater that hugged her curves without it being too big and faded blue jeans that fit snuggly on her hips.
"Great..." she says, annoyed, rolling her eyes as she looks over to see me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask her, surprised. She holds up the pack of beef jerky in front of me.
Oh, right. It's a store. I facepalm myself mentally
After apologizing, I started to check the prices of the items Wanda had selected, my embarrassment growing as a tense silence settled over us.
Trying to break the awkward atmosphere, I couldn't help but smile thoughtfully as I asked her, "You like beef jerky?" hoping that would prompt a response.
Silence.
Trying to reassure her, I blurted out, "Don't worry, I like these t-"
"Can you hurry up?" Wanda demanded cutting me off, her tone cold and dismissive.
the weight of her words making me shrink back in the face of her aggression.
I quickly gathered the items she'd selected.
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After silently bagging the items, I reluctantly handed them to Wanda. She took out her wallet, paying me without another word before walking off.
Gazing after her retreating figure, I felt my heart twisting with longing, despite the cold treatment she'd given me.
Why was I so drawn to her?
What was it about Wanda that had me yearning for more?
Was it her captivating green eyes, their depth stirring my imagination? Or perhaps it was her long red hair, each strand shining with its own individual brightness, as it flowed gently down her bac- What the fuck?!
Wait...Am I falling for the woman?!
My uncle's voice broke my gaze, drawing me from my thoughts.
"I'm back," he said, surprising me as he entered with a box and a bag in his arms.
Pushing away all other thoughts, I decided to put my feelings to the side and help my uncle.
Am I forgetting something?
"Shit!" I completely forgot to ask Wanda why she had helped me the other day.
"Language!" my uncle yelled from the back room as a reminder, but with a hint of humor in his voice.
I cursed to myself again after remembering that I wasn't alone in the room and that my uncle had a low tolerance for expletives.
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wicked games (l.m.) - chapter thirteen
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pairing: lee minho x reader
genre: academic rivals to lovers
wc: 3.5k words
feels like we only go backwards
“can i have one more americano?”
"no"
“pleaaase” he sulks in his seat.
“only when you do number 7”
the tutoring sessions took place in the cafe, where hyunjin lazily hunched over the counter in the less busy hours of the establishment, and she gave lessons and tips in a light whisper while heating the milk for the cappuccinos. he didn't mind the shift from the library to the cafe, from the silence to the rumble and cutlery clattering on plates, from the smell of old books to the smell of muffins and coffee that hung in the air. hyunjin also liked to get a discount on his drinks and watch her work, the dynamicity of her movements that contrasted violently with the static and empty view of her across the table where they always sat in the library
the physics test is approaching and a rumble forms in y/n's stomach. with work every day after school, your time to study has been reduced considerably. even if he helped hyunjin study, it was never as effective as her hours locked in her room doing exercises until her hand hurt. she believed in her capabilities, however, and the threat of minho overtaking her, feared as it was, still wasn't exactly expected to happen.
"girl?" even so, nothing could stop her mind from traveling unprecedentedly so you can imagine the idiotic smile that would form on his expression if he won, and the fluttering in her heart fueled by the urge to slap it out of his face. "did you listen to me?"
the lady with her hair tied perfectly with the designer bag falling off her shoulders was looking at her with an apparent frown, and the hostility in the air around her made y/n wake up from the trance she was shamefully in.
“yes, i heard” she flashed a painfully forced smile and showed the notepad with the macchiato order smeared on the blank page. “a macchiato with cinnamon”
the woman crosses her arms and looks her up and down, as if she couldn't catch her redhanded.
“make it lactose intolerant free” is all she says before heading to the waiting area, and it's only when she takes her eyes off her figure that y/n realizes how dull her hard, snobbish look was.
instinctively, her eyes searched for hyunjin who was already looking at her from the corner of his eye.
“rich middle aged women” is all he says to her as she walks over to get the oat milk.
“do your exercises, you get too distracted” sometimes she considers demanding a hyunjin raise for not only being his tutor but also his babysitter. the time she started to spend with the boy was much longer than she originally expected and the banality of his presence in her everyday life scared her.
“oh my god, y/n! i'm taking a break, okay? can i have that americano now?”
“you've been taking a break for the past 30 minutes and, once again, no” she rolls her eyes already feeling her patience being cut short as she added the cinnamon to the order of the woman who tapped her foot on the floor as if she wasn't waiting for just 3 minutes.
“it wasn't 30 minutes, you are so dramati-” he fell silent as he took his cell phone out of his backpack to check the time and his eyes widened. "need to go! my training starts soon”
he starts to gather his things as she just rolls her eyes one more time and hands the coffee cup to the frowning woman, who finally walks away.
“you know” she starts saying as soon as she goes back to where he was sitting. “the weight of always being right is starting to make my back hurt” she says just to annoy the boy, which she's been doing a lot lately, as she's been avoiding her old punching bag like he had the plague.
“what the fuck is wrong with you this past week?” he asked visibly offended, looking uncannily like the woman who'd answered.
“pent up frustration and lots of entitlement” she shrugs in his direction and proceeds to wipe down the counter.
“i know something you can do to apologize to me!” he exclaims out of nowhere, as if he just remembered something.
“i don't remember the part where i apologized to you in the first place” a frown appears on the girl's face.
“do you want to come to my next game this saturday?” the smile is soon back on his face as if it never left in the first place, and she almost takes a step back from his overwhelming animation. when hyunjin starts talking about basketball, he never stops talking. she found this out the hard way.
“um…” she starts to think about how to refuse, but he got her the job. and pays her every week for classes where she doesn't have to do much. and a friendship, strange and unwanted, but a friendship. "i will see what i can do. i'm going to have to start attending student council meetings so i don't know if i'll have a lot of time in the week yet, but i'll try to make it”
an even bigger smile spread across his face and a wave of relief traveled through her body.
“with minho?” she is instantly alerted by the name rolling of hyunjin’s tongue so easily, reminding her of the boy she has been trying so hard to sink into the depths of her brain. “the meetings, i mean” he clarifies.
“uhmm, yeah, with him” she grimaces as she mentions something about him, even though she has purposely avoided saying his name aloud as if he is impure.
“try not to kill each other then. want to see you in the audience, huh” he bends down to pick up his sports bag from the floor and slings it over his shoulder. “and for the love of god, take some time to lighten up your mood because you're a mess”
“oh, now i really feel like going to the game” she never misses the chance to stike back sarcastically, but he's already walking away.
she starts to get nervous thinking about being alone in a room with minho since the last time this happened. things have been strange lately, mainly because of their meeting in the library.
she'd rather die than admit that minho's actions had any effect on her mood, but if she said otherwise, she'd know she was lying to herself and that was even worse. so a limbo of thoughts dominated her mind as she ran to the bathroom after he'd left her alone in the library and vigorously rubbed the place where he'd touched her wrist with soap and water to make sure he didn't stay in her skin. she could only be dirty, it didn't make sense for the spot to be marked on her senses like that or her heart was about to come out of her mouth.
when she realized that nothing she did could lessen the feeling, she just floated to her plan b and started avoiding him. she came to that conclusion because the unfamiliar tickling feeling in her stomach blossomed once more when she saw him the day after the incident, and she felt on the verge of a meltdown.
was she becoming the kind of person she herself despised most of all? she couldn't say, mostly because even she couldn't explain what she was feeling and why she felt like she was losing touch with herself, being so disturbed just by the ghost of his fingers on her skin.
she couldn't even allow herself to think about how delicate they felt, the exact opposite of what she expected from someone as ungracious and crude as the boy.
which is why she's been avoiding him these past few days, however much she can't get away from the burning memory of his insolent face in her head.
and now he was in front of her.
his perfect hair and white sleeved blouse that reached his elbows made her face feel hot. hot with rage. the reality of having to work with him until the end of the year dawned on her shoulders. she just resorts to sitting opposite him in the great room, crossing her arms and refusing to look his way. confusion over feelings she couldn't understand was quickly turning to anger.
he, on the other hand, could only look at her. minho didn't feel shy at all, and he definitely wasn't shy about facing her even from afar.
the time she avoided him, he did the exact opposite, or at least, he wanted to. he knew that something had changed since that moment when they were alone in the library, and he spent every silent day wishing that she would appear in front of him and treat him as if nothing had happened in the first place, as if it had just been all in his head, some perverse wish that had become confused with reality inside his mind.
but minho wasn't one to chicken out and reality was, quite literally, in front of him. she had her face on and it was that attitude of hers that was never fun.
“so” sooyoung, the high school secretary says as she enters the room which was covered in an air of silence. “i see you two are already interacting…” she says with a tone of humor but neither of them reacts, her eyes on the floor and his eyes on her like a hawk, silently hoping she will look up at him, even if he know that she wouldn't. “ok… the first task they want you to work on is organizing study groups before exams. the school wants to promote an environment of companionship”
she waits for one of the two to speak up, but once again only silence answers her. she takes a deep breath and sits down on a chair in the middle of the room, between the two of them.
“listen, you guys need to help each other. you are in a very important position in the structure of the college that demands efficiency, and you will not succeed if you refuse to acknowledge each other's existence” but not even those words managed to elicit any kind of response. sooyoung takes another deep breath and stands up, clutching the files she needed to hand them against her chest. “come with me, both of you”
the sound of her heels hitting the ground dominated the room and y/n was the first to get up and follow her, tossing her hair to the side and not bothering to give minho any kind of glance. once she starts walking he wastes no time walking after her, frustration building in his chest with the inexplicable desperation of the desire to make her look at him.
sooyoung opens a door in the middle of the hallway revealing a small room with shelves filled with documents and school files.
“i want you to go in there and find something for me,” she says simply, holding the door open.
y/n looks at her for a few seconds with narrowed eyes before taking the first step into the room, and minho trusts her judgment blindly and follows in her footsteps.
“what do you need us to find-” she starts to say as soon as she turns to face sooyoung in the door, but it is quickly closed and the sound of a key being turned in the doorknob is almost like a symphony of death.
y/n felt her heart drop out of her chest and she runs to the door and tries to open it vigorously, but it doesn't budge. of course, it is obvious that it does not open. she leans her forehead against the door and closes her eyes tightly, hoping that this isn't happening.
with the door closing, the light has gone too, and they are consumed by a spreading darkness. she can't feel minho at her back, can't hear him. would he touch her one more time? the thought made her skin crawl and heat rise to her cheeks. lightly, the sound of his breathing comes in her ear with a strange gentleness coming from him, and a wave of light spreads out.
“i found the light” he says softly, right behind her.
she turns and leans her back against the door, putting her hands over her eyes and taking a deep breath. "this isn't happening, this isn't happening, this isn't-"
“it's happening” minho interrupts her abruptly, choosing to lean back against one of the shelves. “what a shame…” he crosses his arms and looks up.
“you don't seem all that affected by it” is the first time she's spoken to him, and it seems that venom escapes along with her words.
“it's because i'm not” he gives her a matter-of-factly look.
“oh, shut your mouth, minho” she rolls her eyes and walks out of his field of vision. as small as the room was, the shelves separated it considerably, and she walks to the last one.
"actually, i won't" he replies, feeling the nerves getting to his skin too. her steps are light even where she is. “how were your last few days, huh?”
a frown appears on her face, as much from his having followed her as from the confusion of the question.
“what the hell do you even mean, minho?” she crosses her arms and looks at him with a judgmental look hoping he would stop approaching, but he wouldn't and wouldn't and wouldn't until he was close, close enough for her to notice the undone button on his white shirt that it's not supposed to be giving a more extensive view of his skin down to his neck, but her gaze quickly rises to his face with a bit of reluctance, afraid she's been caught in a forbidden act.
“these past days you've been avoiding me” he clarifies, running a hand through his hair and leaning over the shelf next to her so she can't get out of there. “you think i don’t know when you avoid me?”
“do you pay that much attention to me like that, minho? how pathetic. i doubt you don't have anything better to worry about than just being obsessed.” her arms drop from their crossed position and she turns to face him. she wouldn't run away, least of all from lee minho.
minho needs a few seconds to detach himself from the trance of looking into her eyes that seemed to be on fire, a hatred so pure that it made his heart hammer against his chest.
“how about you?” he responds like a spoiled child. “i can only imagine you running through the halls for days out of fear of seeing me. don't you think that's pathetic enough?"
her face heats up and her hands curl into fists, shame rising inside her chest because he was right. if she didn't care about him as she so wants to believe, she would have no reason to try to slip through his fingers, quite literally. or was it because…
“i did it because you are a lunatic!” she exclaims in an attempt to defend herself. “because i knew that if you saw me you… you…”
"me what?" he asks, exasperated. an inexplicable heat took over his body like an unknown disease. the sick search for some answer from her was almost as if whatever she said was going to answer something about himself.
“you were going to touch me again like you did in the library! you would get really close to me and say strange things! you should go to therapy urgently, minho, this is not normal behavior to have with a person you hate! with anyone even!” at some point in her speech, the passion and frustration rising in her head made her unconsciously move closer to him as if her words would get into his hollow head more easily, but when she came to herself their faces were just a few feet apart. inches away.
minho's breathing was now faster and he swallowed hard as his eyes reached her lips that were very close, too close. suddenly the uniform shirt was uncomfortable and was heating him up too much.
his breath is subtly shaky as he whispers to her “i don't hate you”.
she backs away, taking small steps until her back is against the wall creating distance between the two. the dim light from the single light bulb in the center of the room flickers slightly but then returns to normal, illuminating minho with a honey-yellow hue that makes his brown hair shine.
“how can this be, minho?” she whispers back in an exhausted tone. “so why have we been doing this for so long?”
he takes a deep breath, leaning his back against the shelf full of file boxes and runs his hand through his hair once more.
“don’t get me wrong” he starts after a long pause as if trying to get his thoughts together. “there are a lot of things about you that i don't like. your stubbornness, your inability to see beyond your own perspective, how you're so quick to judge and dismiss things without even trying to understand. and you are so mean as well-”
“do you want to make a list and give it to me or what, minho?” she explodes once more at him.
“your temperament too…” he sighs and stares at her deeply, making her become strangely self conscious as if she's being dissected by his eyes. “but i don't hate you, i just think you're easy to tease, and turns out i really like receiving reactions from people, it's not my fault you are so reactive”
“minho, you are pissing me off, shut up” she takes a deep breath and lets it out, but he doesn't back down.
“so why do you hate me?” he asks, ungluing himself from the shelf and stopping in front of it with a puzzled look.
“where do i start?” she says sarcastically but just looks up hoping that time is flying by and that soon sooyoung will come and get her out of that hell.
“i’m waiting” he says but she just rolls her eyes.
“because i hate you, minho. because i can't stand you, that's why” she replies exasperated.
“you hate me just for hating me? you're smart, y/n, i thought you could lie better than that,” he says, stepping closer little by little.
“why don’t you go fuck yourself, minho? you are so annoying, i can't stand to be around you!” when she exclaims the dim light takes hold completely and the dark consumes the room once more. she jumps slightly in fright at the sudden darkness, but soon remembers that lee minho is with her, and very close by the way. “if you come any closer you die, minho, i am not kidding”
she says that but she feels a warmth approach her face lightly, delicately, and when she hears him whisper a soft “boo” in her ear she takes a real fright and sinks even further against the wall she leans against until she feels him moving away once again.
the sound of the door opening startle her despite the light coming in is a relief.
“you were there for 20 minutes. already hate each other a little less?” sooyoung asks from the entrance and y/n wastes no time in pushing him out of the way with his shoulder in order to get out of that place as quickly as possible, but her arm is held and she is pulled in the opposite direction, facing him once again.
“what the hell do-” she starts to say but he cuts her off.
“give me your number” he says simply.
“what?” is all she can answer, but he is already taking a pen from his pants pocket and extending his forearm that is visible due to the sleeves.
“for us to organize things about the student council” he hands her the pen, but she makes no move to take it. “come on, take it here. what are you afraid of?”
the mocking smirk that appears on his face puts her nerves on edge again and she picks up her pen and wastes no time writing her number quickly on his skin, trying to ignore the fact that it's the only surface he had for her to write.
“do not bother me. ever.” is all she says before storming out of the small room like an escaped prisoner. she takes her cellphone out of her blazer pocket and quickly types to the only contact she usually texts.
y/n:
i'm going to your game, can you save me a spot in the stands?
any chance of being away from lee minho is a win for park y/n.
stay tuned for chapter 14! new chapters (almost) every sunday ☆
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Hi! I’m so so sorry about all the blackwidow!reader requests, but I just had this idea. I’m not sure if you write for Elecktra but I was wondering if you could do a fic where Elecktra and the reader are sparring together and there’s obviously a little tense that leads to a makeout session?
hi nonnie! please don't apologize, I am loving all of them!!
thank you SO MUCH for requesting elektra. i've been wanting to write for her, but I hadn't had any ideas, so thank you!! I hope you don't mind i'm doing this one next, but as soon as I read your idea it hit me like lightning and I got really excited and admittedly carried away. 🙃
warning: contains mentions of blood & swearing.
word count: 2.7k
get me.
“You’re not paying attention.”
“You’re being a pain in the ass.”
“And do you think your opponent is going to be tolerable? Would you find me more endearing with my blade against your throat? Surely, that would make you focus.”
Why the fuck you had agreed to train with Elektra in the first place? Oh right, you hadn’t. Jess had pawned you off on her since she was caught up in a case. God you would’ve rather trained alone than with her. The smirk that tugged at the corner of her mouth and the smug look plastered across her perfect face only fueled the anger simmering in your blood. You lunged forward to strike, but she was too quick, and with a swipe of her foot she sent you tumbling right on your ass with a grunt.
“Am I pissing you off?”
“Figured that out all on your own, did you?”
You grit through your ground teeth, pushing yourself up onto your feet as you pushed loose strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead.
“You’re letting me get to you.”
“You have a talent for that.”
Elektra’s lips quirked upwards in another proud smirk, tilting her head to the side slightly as her dark eyes traveled over your form. You’d been at this for at least two hours, and she hadn’t even broken a sweat. As much as you hated to admit it, she was good. Really fucking good. Deep down you knew she could teach you things the others couldn’t; things the others wouldn’t. Because as good as she was, she was also ruthless. She was the one you wanted to learn from, but you’d never tell her that.
“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
A shiver skyrocketed through your body when her velvet voice suddenly sounded right by your ear. When the hell did she move behind you? How did you miss that?
“How the f-”
“I told you, you’re not paying attention.”
A huff fell from your lips as you turned around to face her. Mischief was dancing around in her eyes, and for some reason that infuriated you further. This all seemed to be one big game to her, but you weren’t sure what the prize was.
“Why are you here?”
“Why are any of us here?”
“Cut the shit, Elektra. Why are you helping me?”
“Jessica asked me to.”
“And what’s in it for you?”
Elektra rolled her eyes as she took a few steps backward to lean against the ropes casually, giving you a pointed look accompanied by a dazzling smile.
“Do you really think so lowly of me, moonlight?”
You instantly tensed, furrowing your brows in confusion at the pet name. Elektra quirked one of her brows in return, lips splitting into a full blown charming grin.
“Sunshine doesn’t fit you. You’re too grumpy. But, still just as pretty. Now, shall we continue?”
“What’s in it for you?”
Elektra pursed her lips, letting out a deep exhale through her nose as she pushed herself off the ropes and stood in front of you.
“Is it really so hard for you to believe that I just want to help you?”
“Considering you have a history of being egotistical and self-involved, yes. Not to mention you nearly laid my ass out the first time we met.”
“Oh please, that was a love tap. And a complete accident, we’ve been over this. Get in position.”
“Elektra-”
“Get. In. Position.”
You dug your nails into your palms as she stared you down, tilting her head slightly in challenge. Deciding to disobey out of pure spite, you swung your right fist towards her jaw, letting out a cry of frustration as she caught your wrist and twisted it behind your back. She grabbed a handful of your ponytail, yanking your head back roughly against her chest as she spoke lowly in your ear.
“If you don’t start listening, I’m going to stop playing nice. Anger clouds your judgment. It makes you sloppy. Let it fuel you, but don’t let it consume you. Focus, Y/N.”
You hated the way she said your name. You hated how nice it sounded coming from her lips. Was it the accent? The cadence? The confidence in every word she spoke? Was it just her?
You yanked your hand away as she released it, rubbing away the soreness in your wrist as you closed your eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths to steady yourself. She was right. You weren’t focusing. Granted it was hard to focus when she was the one you were supposed to focus on.
Let it go.
Once you felt like your head was finally clear, you opened your eyes and turned to face her. She stood up a little straighter, giving you a slight nod.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
“Good. You know what to do. Show me you can.”
Let it fuel you. Don’t let it consume you.
You threw two punches that Elektra blocked easily, quickly stepping back before she could land a hit on you. The ghost of a satisfied smile crossed her lips as she watched you, circling around you like a predator. Your eyes darted fervently between her face and her footing, waiting for the perfect moment to attack. As she lunged forward, you sidestepped and landed a quick blow to her chest. She stumbled back only slightly, shaking her head slowly as you retreated.
“No. You’re not trying to last a round. You’re fighting for your life. One of us isn’t leaving this alive. Who’s it going to be?”
This was the difference between Elektra and the others. They were teaching you to protect yourself, and to use force if necessary. Elektra was teaching you to strike first. Eliminate the threat before they even have a chance to be a problem. They were teaching you justice. She was teaching you survival.
She showed you no mercy as she threw blow after blow to your chest, taking you down with a rough kick that nearly knocked the breath out of your lungs. You coughed as you tried to take in oxygen normally, turning your head to look at her with narrowed eyes. Her patience with you was clearly running thin. You could see displeasure cracking through her exquisitely carved features.
“Get me.”
Pushing yourself up to your feet, you lunged at her again. The two of you fell into a dance of sorts, trading punches and kicks to a tune only your ears could hear. Blood dripped from your nose after her fist collided with it, causing you to grimace as you took a step backwards.
“Quit holding back. I won’t hesitate to hurt you, and you shouldn’t either.”
“Yeah, I can fucking see that.”
Elektra’s hand was suddenly around your throat, nearly cutting off your air supply as she pulled you in so close that your noses were barely a centimeter apart.
“I won’t tell you again. Get. Me.”
Why were you pulling your punches on a woman that could kill a man with her bare hands? Why were you holding back? Whatever reason you had went out the window when you saw the ferocity burning in her eyes. She wasn’t going to let you off easily. You weren’t giving her what she wanted. You were barely even trying. She wanted you to prove yourself to her, and as much as you hated it, you wanted to prove yourself to her.
And this might be your only shot.
Grabbing onto Elektra’s wrist and the back of her neck, you headbutted her harshly, bringing your knee up to force her backwards as it knocked into her chest. She blocked one of your punches but you quickly threw another with your opposite, sending her back further with another powerful kick to her stomach. Once there was a distance between you both, you ran towards her to gain momentum, locking your legs around her neck as you flipped both of your bodies to bring her down onto the mat in the black widow move you had been practicing.
Elektra stared up at you with wide eyes as you had her body pinned beneath you, both of your thighs still locked around her head. Both of you panted heavily, silencing lingering for a few moments. Feeling a powerful surge of pride, you cocked your head to the side as you stared down at her with a smug half smirk.
“Got you.”
Elektra’s lips parted into a wide grin, and you noticed that her pupils had dilated slightly. Her hands moved upwards to grab onto your thighs, slender fingers digging softly into the material of your leggings.
“Where on Earth did you learn how to do that?”
“What, they didn’t teach you that in any of your fancy classes?”
“You really have been holding back on me.”
“They don’t teach me everything. Some stuff I have to learn on my own.”
“Well there’s a very important lesson they clearly haven’t taught you.”
“Which is?”
Elektra’s grip on your thighs tightened as she suddenly flipped you both over, quickly positioning herself on your hips as she pinned your hands tightly above your head. The wicked grin was back on her lips as she took in your shocked state, leaning in so close that your noses were almost touching again.
“Don’t assume your opponent is down for good until you put them down for good.”
Blinking a few times, you swiped your tongue over your lips, still tasting the metallic tang of blood that had been wiped away. The movement caught Elektra’s attention only for a split second before her eyes were back on yours.
“Yeah…they uh, didn’t teach me that.”
“I’ll teach you everything.”
“Why?”
Elektra shook her head slowly as her eyes wandered over your face, her features appearing softer than you had ever seen them before. The fire in her eyes was still there, but it was burning differently.
“Oh moonlight, you really don’t pay attention, do you?”
Before you had a chance to jumble the pieces in your brain into a somewhat cohesive picture, Elektra was leaning in to brush her lips against yours. You instantly froze, the movement so soft, you weren’t even sure it had happened. Her eyes flickered up to search yours, lips still hovering above your own. You weren’t sure what answer she was looking for, or what you were supposed to give her, but she must have found something.
Her lips were firmer this time as they pressed to yours, more certain as her hands gently squeezed your wrists to signal for you to relax. You slowly unclenched your palms, letting her hands snake up to take them, interlacing your fingers together in a delicate pattern. You gripped onto your bound hands tightly as your lips moved together in sync, lifting your head up slightly to be even closer, to reach even more of her. The scent of her ridiculously expensive perfume invaded your surroundings and made you feel light headed, or maybe that was just her. Elektra’s dark hair fell over you like a curtain, blocking some of the dull light in the old gym, making it feel like the two of you had snuck away to some place only meant for the two of you.
The warmth of her tongue gliding along your bottom lip, gently demanding entry, had you gasping into her mouth. A hushed giggle vibrated against your lips, and suddenly, she was gone. Your eyes snapped open, staring up at her above you, bathed in amber light like an ethereal goddess of some kind. She let go of one of your hands, lightly tracing her fingertip along your cheekbone as she started down at you.
“Does that clear things up for you?”
You couldn’t find your voice. The past few minutes felt like a fever dream, and you weren’t sure they had been real. You nodded your head slowly in response, unable to break her hypnotizing gaze.
“Did I break you?”
Elektra inquired with a playful tone, arching one of her dark brows as she continued to outline your jaw with her index finger, a knee-weakening smile splitting her lips.
“No.”
“She speaks!”
You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out a deep exhale through your nose as you tried to regain your bearings and figure out what the fuck just happened. A gentle tap on your nose had your eyes fluttering open as you stared up at Elektra curiously.
“Hey, I wasn’t making fun of you. I’m just as breathless as you are. I promise.”
“I can’t tell.”
“I kissed you, if you recall.”
A nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach as you stared up at Elektra. You weren’t sure what this meant, if it meant anything to her at all, or where to go from here. There were a lot of uncertainties swirling around in your head that you couldn’t silence.
“So…what now?”
“Well, I’d say we’ve both earned a nice, long hot shower. And considering you did so well today, I think you deserve a little extra treat. Don’t you?”
Your lips parted slightly as scarlet spread furiously across the tops of your cheeks and over your slightly heaving chest. There was an undertone lingering beneath those words Elektra wasn’t even bothering to mask, and it made you dizzy. Clearly pleased with her affect on you, she leaned in again to gently brush her lips over yours, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
“Tell me, moonlight, have you ever seen New York City from a penthouse?”
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Subtext Glorious Subtext! A Dreamling on Netflix analysis in The Sandman - Part 3
1589
Insert distracted boyfriend meme here...
1589 is when the queer coding starts ramping up a notch. Let me tell you how I am fascinated by their choice of actor to play Shakespeare - a twink with stars in his eyes - amazing. Bravo. Not even Hob manages to look at Dream like he wants to be utterly ruined by him the way this actor looked at Tom Sturridge. Here on Tumblr.com I am sure we are all very much aware of the theories and speculation about the actual Shakespeares sexuality with the consensus being that he was probably bisexual, and my GOD have they decided to lean into that on this show.
There is a lot to analyse in this scene. Hob’s dialogue about what he has been up to is almost word for word the same as the comic, but Ferdie’s delivery is perfect with its mix of flirtation and desperate need to impress. Look at this dramatic fool:
Dream’s curious reaction to his bragging is almost as if he is trying to figure him out, but unlike the comics/audiobook, the conversation between Shakespeare and Marlow is interspersed with this one, with Shakespeare pulling Dream’s attention before Hob has even finished talking. This adds extra tension to the scene and raises the emotional stakes. In the comics, Hob had already finished talking when Shakespeare gets up and starts reciting Faustus to the point that he draws Dream’s attention prompting Dream to ask Hob who he is.
One of the interesting changes made is the removal of Hob’s description of Kit Marlowe as “bent as a pewter ducat.” A wise choice as it comes across as somewhat homophobic, but its removal also serves to not “other” Marlowe and therefore “other” the idea of homosexuality as something different to Hob. The other similar change to the show was the removal of Shakespeare flirting with the waitress whilst Marlowe claimed he’d “stick to boys, my horned “actresses”.”
It’s funny to me that by removing the moments in this scene that canonically confirm one characters queerness, the show also removes any interpretation that could “no homo” the other characters, ultimately making everyone appear much gayer in general!
(My giffing skills are woefully inept so have an image of Shakespeare's heart eyes instead)
When Dream approaches Shakespeare in the show it is insanely heated. The music swells with mystery and intrigue, Shakespeare stands and stares at Dream in complete awe. Enraptured by Dream’s gaze. The whole
“Have we met?”
“We have, but men forget in waking hours.”
Sounds like the ultimate pick up line. It's basically a play on One Upon A Dream from Sleeping Beauty in my opinion! This line is in the comic, and also in the audible book, but the delivery of the line in the show is the only time it comes across like a come on. Tom Sturridge please explain yourself?!?
In fact, all the acting choices here blow my mind. Seriously. I wanna know what the director told these two. Its really easy to see Dream’s proposition to Shakespeare as something beyond a business transaction. With the mysterious and rather romantic music, the soft candlelight, and the cameras keeping in close up of the two characters as they hold each others gaze... It’s a moment where you raise your eyebrows and wonder if the show just implied that their lead character just took THE Shakespeare off for a one night stand passionate enough to inspire the entire “Fair Youth” series of sonnets.
Joking aside, it doesn’t help the extremely queer undertones when the camera cuts back and forth between Dream, Shakespeare and Hob looking on at them with an expression one can only describe as hurt.
(Gif link)
It’s the editing in this scene that really sets it apart from the comic and audible book. Dream is distracted throughout Hob’s talk, and continues to look over at Shakespeare much to Hob’s apparent distress. When he eventually gets up to leave, he holds a hand up to stop Hob talking and simply walks away. Which only causes to further upset Hob and heightens the emotional intensity of the moment. As Neil Gaiman said in the episode 6 watch party - Hob is having to watch his date get up and leave him half way through. It’s specifically framed in a way to emphasise the hurt Hob feels, as well as the envy towards Shakespeare.
This is far more subtle in the comic and practically non existent in the audible audiobook where Dream actually tells Hob “Excuse me” before approaching Shakespeare. I found this funny because where the audiobook interpreted Dream’s behaviour in the comic as rude and clearly sought to attempt to change that, the Netflix show makes his behaviour worse by framing it as Dream abandoning his date. Playing up the emotions of the moment and making the whole scene come across like a live action distracted boyfriend meme!
I do encourage every Sandman fan to listen to the Audible audiobooks, but fair warning, the tone is NOT the same. The meeting with Shakespeare is played completely straight (in both senses of the words). This is in no way a criticism of the audiobook, but it is an excellent indication of director decisions and how different elements in different mediums can convey certain tones. I find that the show in general plays heavily into Dream being other and oftentimes it is very easy for other to be subtextually layered alongside queer (see the entire history of queer coding in cinema and why gay people love the horror genre). Interestingly, the audiobook doesn’t give Dream this same vibe. People such as Hob, Shakespeare, Constantine, etc, they just treat him as a bit of a posh lord. His otherness isn’t heavily emphasised in scenes set in the Waking World, indicating he is better at blending in than he is in the show.
So after Dream goes off to ravage Shakespeare - ahem - make a business arrangement with Shakespeare, the final 1589 scene is Hob’s final reaction. The line is the same across all mediums.
“Everything to live for, and no where to go but up.”
In the comic, the final panels here do not give any indication that Hob is upset by Dream’s leaving. He get’s distracted by the joys of having white bread. Simple pleasures please comic!Hob far greater than mysterious black clad lords.
The audiobook follows this along to the letter. Audible!Hob is joyful, laughing and happily reminscing about killing for bread (NGL I don’t particularly like Hob in the audiobook. No offence to Mathew Horne but 1. I can’t separate his voice from Gavin in Gavin and Stacey, and 2. I just think he comes across as really laddish and I find it offputting.)
In the show, Ferdie gives an absolute brilliant performance with just the right mix of hurt at being ditched for a young twink, and hopeful optimism for the future. Gone is any mention of killing for white bread, and in it’s place is a thoughtful Hob who looks at the spread of food laid out for his Stranger, and accepts it almost as a consolation prize. He’s gonna eat through his hurt and try to forget about this for the next century, but we all know he won’t forget at all.
Follow on to Part 4 to read my analysis of 1689
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Artisaint [Dancing's Done]
(trigger warning, stylized blood and violence)
Played around a bit
Had a lot of fun making this piece, ajds;lkfja;sldkfjakl;skdfj, took me a bit over 3 hours...
some more fun stuff under the cut >:D (chat about process/alternative color one/song pairing)
First things first, this piece pairs well with this song, to me;
"People like you and me were born to run" my brain went "ough that's them alright"
"Where we goin' when the dancin's done" and I was like "well yeah they're doomed to eternity aren't they... there's nowhere TO go"
"Take me to the edge of afterlife" and I was like, very literal with this one i was like "oh yeah neither of them can ENTER the afterlife, they're stuck on the edge"
and also just, the song slaps ngl ajs;fdklajdf;la
and also also
alt colors version !
one where Saint is more blue to match, and Arti is more red to match, pretty simple, but I like both versions a lot, ajsdf;laks
The first one isn't evven their natural colors, it's just done for fun and such, and I thought those colors looked good for the piece, but then I wanted an alt wehre they were more red and I ended up liking it ! so I am sharing both
OKAY PROCESS LET'S GO
The initial sketch of course
it was at this point I went "oh god is this too much for me?"
"hey, it's okay Foxes, you just gotta try, okay?"
and so I did
Saint and Arti<3 I did arti first, then saint, and I had a ton of fun figuring out how to do them, I wanted to limit the amount of colors I was allowed to use for them, 3 base colors for the body, then eyes I could do whatever (which was mostly for Arti)
It made me really think hard about what I wanted to do, and I'm really happy with how they came out
so close......
this is when I finished the void worm! I learned my program had filters so I went kinda crazy using them on this piece, asjd;flkajdsf;al
for the arti half, i was basically just using the sketch as a rough guide, and I was doing it one layer at a time
the second layer of pink on the right done
the second layer of pink on the left done
this centipede wasn't in the sketch at all!! but I thought adding it would help with the variety of things there, and with the balance of the piece, originally it was just gonna be another spear there
left side all pinked up
and right side all pinked up!!
I really loved how it all looked, it was super fun playing with those colors, and I'm DEFINITELY doing something like this again sometime
did some filter wrok, and boom, it was done!
it was a blast to work on, and I hope y'all enjoy it >:D
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As Long as You Are - Part 3.5
LINKS: Part 3, Social Media Blurb, Masterlist
Author’s Note: This is a little interlude of Auden and y/n reading the message and what she replies with. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing to make it a Part 4 but @ethereallyd suggested that it would work as a 3.5 (gotta shout out the homies)
Pronouns Used: She/Her (use of y/n)
POV: Third Person.
Warnings: swearing, probably incorrect music terminology, mediocre use of punctuation. NOT PROOFREAD
Word Count: 1319
It took all of y/n’s willpower not to look at the message before they got to her apartment which was around a 20 minute subway ride away. Every time y/n would look at her friend Auden would shake her head as if to tell her “not yet” and to wait to open the message. By the time the two of them flew into y/n’s apartment they were out of breath and laughing at the ridiculousness of two college students racing down the street.
“Open it! Open it!” Auden chanted as she collapsed onto the floor.
“Okay, okay. I’m doing it now.” y/n’s hands were slightly shaking either from the cardio she got sprinting to her apartment or her waiting hours for his response.
“Read it out loud, I don’t want to have to look over your shoulder.” Auden said.
“Okay, it starts:
“So, this is a long message and I also got distracted. Hopefully you didn’t think I left you on read. Anyway, your question about how I went about researching is fairly simple to explain. I went down a Google and Spotify rabbit-hole figuring out which artists have a similar sound to yours. Not in a “wow these are just carbon copies” because there was literally no one I could find who had the same sound. Which is a good thing by the way.
“I listened to the whole There’s Always Glimmer album multiple times throughout my investigation. I think I might officially be classified as a ‘fanboy’. But I digress.
“I saw you had done some work with Ed Tullett (who was a brand new artist to me) and I looked up what his music was classified as. Google said “indie, indie folk, and experimental” and you’re a bit of everything there. So I did a little more digging about how the concept of “experimental” is classified and it’s basically defined as: ‘any music or music or music genre that pushes the existing boundaries and genre definitions-”
“Dude, is he quoting his sources?” Auden cut in.
“Uh, I actually think he is. Now be quiet.” y/n said before continuing to read the message aloud.
“Which I might have overlooked if you hadn’t sent me a recording of the work in progress-”
“Hold up,” Auden said as she pushed the phone away from her friend's face. “You let Harry Styles listen to your current work but not me?” she asked, offended.
“Would it help if I told you that-”
“No.” Auden said, cutting off y/n mid sentence, “you can’t use that one again. You already used it today.” Y/n gave a sheepish smile to her friend, shrugging. “I’m expecting you to play the recording for me after we finish with this, now continue reading.”
“And it wasn’t indie or folk or a mix of the two. It was completely different. You used a lot of sound distortion, synthesizers, and experimental instrumentals. I’m not really sure how to properly explain it because it was only 30 seconds, but even within There’s Always Glimmer you can hear the start to your experimentation with varying tones. And I truly think that it’s a kind of sound that I haven’t heard in a long time. I suppose the only other album that gives a similar vibe in terms of experimentation you’ve touched upon is the 1976 album Mother Earth’s Plantasia by Mort Garson. But even then there are drastic differences.”
“My God,” Auden cut in as y/n took a breath, “he wrote you a whole novel.” She explained, pointing to the phone.
“He’s clearly trying to explain.” Y/n defended.
“Explain what, y/n? It’s like he’s trying to meet a word count on a school paper.”
“Auden!” Y/n exclaimed.
“What? He could have written you maybe a paragraph, not a full thesis paper.”
“Hmm, I don’t have a rebuttal for that. But we’re almost finished.”
“As a closing statement to this long winded TEDTalk, I want to ask a question, which you can say no to. I’ll be in New York June 16 for a concert and I would love to sit in on your creative process and I’m up for staying a couple extra days in New York. Would you be up for that? Only if you’ll have me. I know this is fairly last minute. So no pressure.”
“Oh my gosh. Did Harry just…” Auden trailed off.
“I think he did,” y/n said, finishing her friend’s thought. Y/n turned towards Auden, the phone in her hand forgotten, neither of them moved as they stared at each other in bewilderment. “Does this mean I’ve made it?” Y/n said, breaking the silence that had settled over the studio apartment.
“Are you kidding me!” Auden grabbed the phone that had fallen out of y/n’s hand and pointed to the message, “Harry Styles just sent you like a 400 word essay describing your music, said he’s a fan. No, scratch that,” Auden cut herself off, “he said ‘fanboy’ and then asked if he could visit you in the studio. Yeah, I think you’ve made it.”
“I genuinely do not know what to do now.”
“Well I do.” Y/n looked back up at Auden and waited for her to continue, “it’s time for us to freak the fuck out. We’ve been way too casual throughout this whole… thing. I don’t even know what to call it. Plus, it’s New York City, no one will care if we scream.”
The two of them took a solid 20 minutes to get their fangirl-era excitement out of their systems before drafting a response to Harry. Auden insisted on acting cool and casual but y/n wanted to make sure that he knew she wasn’t just saying yes because of who he was. It took an additional 10 minutes for them to reach the final draft.
The discussion came to an end when y/n said, “y’know that I’m the one he’s messaging, right?”
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Direct Message: harrystyles
oh my gosh, that was a long message but so thoughtful. thank you, truly. that meant a lot to me. especially coming from someone whose music i enjoy.
and yes, that would be awesome! i’m busy june 18th but i’m free the 19th and 20th.
Thank goodness, I was a bit worried that the massive message would come across as overwhelming. The 19th and 20th are perfect, just let me know what times work best for you. I’ll be on your time
you’d like to visit both days?
Oh, I’m so sorry, I misunderstood. Either one is fine.
no no no! no need for an apology. you’re more than welcome to come both days!
Awesome! I just don’t want to intrude or anything
not intruding! i’ll send you the address. you’ll also need to let me know when you get to the door because you need a keycard to get in on the weekends
i typically arrive at the studio on sunday’s around 5-ish pm and then stay fairly late so feel free to drop by anytime after 5! and i teach on monday’s from 12-1:30 and then my friend and i typically grab lunch after. so maybe around 2:30 on monday?
Yeah, that sounds great!
I’m excited to see the studio
oh, one other thing. i don’t mean to offend or anything but is it okay if i bring my best friend, auden? she’s normally with me anyway
No offense taken. And of course you can! I was planning on bringing Mitch too
The besties can meet
oh no
mitch is going to be there?
… yes?
Would you rather him not?
i’m going to be honest, i’m a little more intimidated by him than you
Now that’s offensive
i’m sorry 😭
his musical talent is just incredibly impressive
I’ve known him for years and I get it
that literally doesn’t help at all
now i’m even more nervous
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cruel -> goddess! lily jin morrow
-after one priest finds the almost faded imprint a demon left on you, he chases you away from your home. the only safe place appears to be the village that is cut off from the others for a unknown reason. what will await you there?
warnings: !death!; reader almost gets sacrificed; there’s some cult activities; we burn em like witches; questionable french
genre: angst; fluff
requested: nah, stan lily
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the branches snapping under your feet. that’s the only sound that’s been accompanying you for the past hours. ever since you’ve managed to get away from the bunch of mad people chasing you, it’s been nothing but quiet.
well, some of them would, if had the will to. but of course, younger and less powerful gods fear the one’s in charge. not to brag, but that sure did help your case.
by looking at the sky through the leaves, you could see the night would end soon. that meant you’d be more visible in the light. while the chasers have given up a while ago, they could probably inform the other villages, meaning you could either stay in the forest and hope to not be found out, or try and look for a place conflicted with your friendly priest.
by looking at the sky through the leaves, you could see the night would end soon. that meant you’d be more visible in the light. while the chasers have given up a while ago, they could probably inform the other villages, meaning you could either stay in the forest and hope to not be found out, or try and look for a place conflicted with your friendly priest.
as a matter of fact, there was a village like that, south from the big lake. with only your sense of navigation, you guessed that’d be roughly a half a day run from where you got already.
the sun was already rising, so it must’ve been around 6 am. hoping to arrive before the evening, you changed directions to where you thought the big lake is.
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so, you did find the big lake. it took even shorter than expected. you also found another thing- the reason why other villages are some what distanced from this one.
you’ve only arrived at the lake, so now you had to go around it. on the other side, hidden behind the trees was the one village that could be safe for you. two, maybe three hours, and you’d arrive.
as it turns out, fate had other plans for you. as you were peacefully walking on the shore, you had no reason to be on guard. at least that’s what you thought, you had a change of mind after being caught in a deer trap.
while the village probably hoped to catch dinner this way, you wouldn’t consider yourself the most delicious meal one could eat. especially compared to deer meat. caught, you could only wait and hope somebody checks the traps every once in a while.
time flew by and you could swear the wild animal who just passed by was mocking you.
finally, after what felt like hours of being stuck (and was probably no more than a hour, really), a hooded figure came. their choice of clothing was definitely surprising, although who were you to judge.
when they noticed you, the person hesitated in their steep. i suppose you were quite the view.
“you…” they said before taking out a knife.
“woah wait, we can talk about this-!”
they cut the trap, freeing you from the ropes.
“you’re coming with me.”
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rule number one: if a hooded person approaches you, be wary. rule number two: if a hooded person tells you to follow them, run. rule number three: if a hooded person forced you to follow them, pray it’s a birthday party, not a cult meeting.
after being threatened with the blade, you were forced to follow the suspicious character. they led you around the lake, probably to the village. by then, you couldn’t yet predict the events following your arrival.
“it’s the devil!”
the priest said so too. you can imagine how disappointed he was when holy water didn’t make you dissolve. nonetheless, the lake villagers didn’t struck you as hell worshippers, until now.
apparently they got some people in the other villages, thus they knew of your banning by the head priest. they seemed rather pleased with that fact, but for a different reason.
“i can assure you, sacrificing me to the goddess of the underworld will not bring you riches nor immortality.”
yeah, the village south from the big lake was a one of a kind cult. they worshipped the gods associated with the dark side. damned devil lovers.
“the prophecy says so, you mortal. ‘tu par le diable imprimé accordera l'éternité à nous, loyaux serviteurs¹’.”
ah, the prophecy. you almost forgot about that one.
“prepare the fire!” they were going to burn you at stake. like a witch. oh well, happens.
“you’re really not going to like the effects of this you know-“ tired of your talking, one of the villagers decided to shut you up by tying a piece of fabric on your mouth.
“hail her grace!” the watchers echoed the call. you were screwed at this point. one of the hooded figures dragged you to the stake and tied to the log in the middle.
“burn! and for the sacrifice we made, let us see the eternity!” as the head of the cult spoke to the people, it was beginning to get hotter and hotter around you. you were sweating, fortunately the flames hadn’t reached you just yet. you looked up to the sky, wondering how it got to this point.
fire was slowly coming closer as the people around cheered. you looked around, desperately searching for that one familiar face.
until, a lighting struck. it hit the person right in front of you, the head of the cult. the cheers erupted into panicked screams.
“halt.”
you sighed in relief, finally hearing that familiar voice after what felt like centuries.
the screams all silenced at her call as she stood in front of the stake, towering over the body of the cultist. she had a bored look on her face and glared at the people surrounding.
“if killing a demon’s possession was the way to earn immortality, i’d have to bless around a hundred of priests.” her voice dripping with venom as she spoke, the cultists shook in fear. her gaze finally fell on you, as her eyes softened just the slightest.
“you summon me and can’t even face the being you call for?” receiving no answer, she finally started climbing the stake, towards you. the flames of course didn’t even touch her, they parted to let her pass.
when she finally reached your bounded figure, all it took was a touch of her hand for the ropes to burn and free you. with uncharacteristic for her gentleness, she took out the material gagging you.
“it’s wonderful to see you after so many years, my love.”
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¹ ‘you by the devil imprinted shall grant eternity to us, loyal servants’- made up prophecy in french, because ‘when the devil is very angry, he can speak quite bad french very well’.
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hey! i love your writing sm! could i request a fan fic of Owen Hunt with fem!reader where they’re dating and are reunited after the plane crash and he has to take care of her? either way thanks and keep up your amazing writing<33
After (Owen Hunt x Reader)
tags: hearing loss, plane crash s8, death mentions, established relationship, Owen just cares for you :), kissing, general supportive boyfriend behaviors
summary: After the plane crash, you lose your hearing and Owen helps you through that.
a/n: i really liked writing this one, i love owen and also i just feel like this was a fun way to take this one, i hope you enjoy the fic and thank you for the request!! :)
4 full days. 96 hours. 5760 minutes.
Mark wouldn't stop dying, he seemingly insisted on his own demise. Following after Lexie like it was his end-of-life mission, Arizona wouldn’t shut up, she screamed so much you almost welcomed your hearing loss, even when it didn’t go away. You remembered all of your time in the woods, watching Lexie sputter blood as Mark sobbed his heart out, you remember how cold Mark was after he died the first time, how you helped Cristina bring him back. Meredith and Derek clung together, desperate for warmth. You remembered every second.
You didn’t remember every second of being saved, as if your body crashed, you didn’t fully believe you were safe. You didn’t until you arrived at Boise Memorial and came face to face with Owen, your Owen. You hadn’t even believed it was him, you thought it was one of your many delirious hallucinations from the previous four days, that is until you felt him, touched him, took in all of him, his scent and the way his stubble scratched at you slightly, it truly was Owen.
“Oh g--- I was so----.” Your hearing would cut out every once and a while, you assumed it was just the noise of the hospital around you, being in the ICU. The plane ride home was the worst part of it all, you remember before it happened, Owen hugged you, “I--- sedate---?” You simply nodded, allowing him to help you stay okay during this time, he placed a mask over your face as you fell into a place of much-needed rest, you remembered his hand on yours as you fell into sedation.
Now you’re awake, the world is just as muffled as it was when you fell asleep. Your hearing comes in and out and it’s sometimes okay, “Dr. (L/N)?” You look over to see an intern you’re familiar with, this is Seattle Grace Mercy West. You smile at them as they stand beside Owen, who looks at you nervously. “Your hear--- dam--- crash.” You look between the two of them as Owen looks at you, his eyes are a dead giveaway, that something isn’t right and you are realizing this fact fully right now. “Owen?” You ask, speaking loudly, you’re actually able to hear that, you smile a bit to yourself until you see Owen’s face looking at you just a bit unnerved. He sits with you on the bed, signaling the attending doctor to leave the room, he takes hold of your hand, waiting for the door to close before he begins to speak.
“Your hearing is damaged from the plane crash.” He says, it’s still quiet but you nod, looking at him worriedly, “Is it… Is it gonna come back?” He shakes his head, taking a breath in before speaking again, “Naturally, no… We could use hearing---.” You stop listening, a week ago you could hear, but now it was muffled, much messier than you’d wished.
You stare off into space, you want to be anywhere but here right now. You wish you’d never gotten on that plane. Owen notices how you stop, you aren’t trying to listen anymore, so he stops, now he just holds your hand, and he pulls you close to him, kissing your forehead softly. “You know,” He says, it’s quiet but you can hear him well enough, “You don’t need to figure this out now. If you want, we could just… God, do you want me to just stay?”Just staying, nothing else would make you happier at this moment. Thus, you nod, moving forward to let Owen’s body fit behind yours as he pulls you in tightly, he says nothing, nothing can fix what you’d just been through so saying nothing works. Right now, this contact with your boyfriend is all that you could ever want. Even if it can’t fix everything, it gives you something, someone to just be with after your sky had fallen, and you couldn’t help but find solace in that.
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