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literaila · 2 months

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gojo satoru x fem!reader

summary: it's midnight and satoru's bored

warnings: abandonment issues, anxiety, and gojo <3

a/n: angst tomorrow?

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second year, month five.

you're sitting on your bed, reading through an old textbook that nanami gave you (for some indiscernible reason) when there's a knock on your door.

pounding, actually. it shakes the walls and makes you jump.

there's a distant chuckle from the other side of the door.

no one really comes to check in on you, so this is unusual. even after living at jujutsu high for four months, you're finding it difficult to fit in.

maybe it's the fact that you were a month late to join your classmates, maybe it's because you find yourself pushing any available person away (because of fear, or insanity, or...), or maybe it's just that you can't relate to anyone for the life of you.

but, either way, the last person to knock on your door was yaga, who came to wake you up to go out on your second day here.

and, it's midnight, so unless someone's dying--

you sigh, shaking your hair out of your face. your eyes burn from staring at the small text for so long, so you rub them, hoping that you fell asleep and this is a dream.

it's not, apparently, because there's a second knock, much louder than the first. so you reluctantly get up and go to the door.

you try to tip-toe across the floors, hoping that the person hellbent on speaking to you can't hear you creeping up to the peephole.

"let me in," someone says because they have any right to demand anything of you.

you cross your arms like he can see you, and wait.

"y/n?" gojo whines, and there's a thud as he slumps against the door. you can almost hear him breathing. "please. it's important."

you wait another moment, for an explanation (which is unlikely) or for him to leave (which won't happen). you should've pretended to be asleep. then, after you realize he's going to wait, you sigh and unlock the door.

and when you open it, gojo falls right on top of you.

"ugh," you say, pushing him off, not caring about the two seconds it takes him to regain his balance. "you're heavy."

" i work out. i'm made of muscle."

you roll your eyes. "what do you want?" you ask, crossing your arms. you make sure not to open the door all of the way. lord knows that gojo has a way of slipping through the cracks.

"no one else is around," he whines, "and i'm bored."

"okay? go step on some ants or burn down your room or something. i'm going to bed."

you should be nicer to your classmates--the people whom you literally entrust your life with--but you can't help your hard exterior. at least you know that no one will be able to break through it if you don't let them.

and plus, gojo kind of annoys you (and is maybe, a little bit, amusing).

gojo looks you up and down with a brow raised. how you're able to see him from behind his ridiculous sunglasses, who knows.

he's clearly questioning your outfit and the shoes you're still wearing inside your room. it was a mistake to stay in your uniform.

"you don't look very tired," he says, smiling at you. his face is unwrinkled and youthful. he looks like a boy and acts like a child.

"you're terrible at reading people."

"hey, no i'm not. i can tell you want to hang out with me."

"can you?"

"mm-hmm," he hums, grinning as he tries to lean forward, into your room.

"where's suguru?"

he gives you a skeptical look. "why do you wanna know?"

you snort. "cause usually you'd be bothering him."

"oh," he grins, undeterred by your insult, "he went to see his family."

you frown. "oh."

"and before you ask, shoko said that she's tired of me," he pouts a bit, but behind his notorious smile. gojo is an illusion of expressions. you've never seen anybody's face move so quickly, or shift so subtly. "now can i come in?"

you weigh the cost and benefits of allowing satoru gojo to intrude on your saturday night, and how likely you'll be subjected to him in the future. (is he going to damage you if you let him in? are you going to let him break you?).

but he's leaning down so you can see the tips of his lashes, and he's smiling like he already knows your answer.

so you sigh, hesitantly, and open the door a bit more. "don't touch any of my stuff."

"wow," gojo says as he walks in, by-stepping you and ignoring the glare you shoot his way. "you're a terrible decorator."

he's right. you haven't bothered to put anything up on the walls, even after almost half a year. a small part of you has been too worried that you won't be here for long. that you might die, or...

"sorry it's not up to your standards," you roll your eyes, going back to sit on your bed and leaf through the stupid textbook again. "but, you know, luckily, you have your own room. i can show you where it is, if you forgot. we can go there now."

"subtle," he says and messes with a couple of books on your shelf. you doubt he's going to pick one up and ruin it, so you ignore him.

you could complain about him touching your things like you just told him not to, but it's probably not going to get you very far. plus, you don't want to say something he can laugh at. or something to make him leave.

but after a moment, you can't help yourself.

"why are you up, anyway?" you ask him, trying to sound more annoyed than you are. "didn't you have to leave early for a mission this morning?"

"are you keeping tabs on me?"

"you were bragging about a 'solo' mission all through dinner last night. it was impossible not to overhear."

gojo sighs. "i don't get a lot of sleep. it's too lonely."

"i've heard some very interesting rumors about you and suguru's cuddling rituals."

he grins but doesn't say anything, teasing you with just his eyes.

after a second of it, you ask, "don't you have a family to go home to?"

he turns to you, tilting his head, long fingers tapping along your appliances. "clans are more like... begrudged allies than families. i haven't seen my parents in..." he whistles, shaking his head. but it doesn't seem to bother him, because he shrugs after, and resumes his snooping.

that... actually explains a lot.

at least he's like the rest of you.

gojo, abandoning your books--which he probably can't read--goes to sit down on your swivel chair, spinning around. "what about your family? don't you miss them?"

you give him a tired look. "seriously? you think i don't know that you guys talk about me when i'm not around?"

gojo bites his cheek, having the gull to not even blink, and then a reluctant smile makes its way to his lips. "who told you?"

"haibara can't keep a secret to save his life. don't gossip around him anymore."

he shakes his head, grinning at you again. gojo knows no shame. "well you started pretty late into the semester," he says, "that's not very typical."

you roll your eyes.

"so. not going home?"

"i'm not welcome in my parent's house, anymore," you say, trying to act like the words mean nothing. you could be discussing your favorite color. "as i'm sure you know."

"did they kick you out?"

"do you really want to talk about this? it'll probably bore you."

he shrugs. "nothing else to do."

you sigh, shutting your textbook.

maybe it's because gojo doesn't seem to actually care, or because you've been alone all day--with lots of time to spend spewing over choices that weren't yours. either way, the words make their way to your lips before you can stop them.

"both of my parents pretty much ignored me as soon as i turned ten and started having nightmares about the monsters i was seeing around our house," you shake your head, swallowing, "and after yaga scouted me this year, they decided i'd probably be better off with 'people like me.' so, no, i'm not going home. i'm sure they've already moved."

gojo stares at you like he's trying to discern if you're telling the truth or not.

you probably shouldn't have said anything. but it's not your fault that no one's had the guts to ask before him, or that you've been dying to talk about it.

you roll your eyes. "satisfied, gojo?"

"satoru," he says, grinning. "anyone who's got a clear attitude problem gets to call me by my first name."

"did your 'begrudged allies' forget to teach you manners?"

he hums. "i think i skipped those lessons."

you snort.

you could thank him for not pitying you--for not saying a single thing about how you didn't deserve it, or that it isn't fair--but you don't. it doesn't feel necessary.

"suguru's family is like that," he adds because this is a normal thing to discuss with an acquaintance you've hung out with once. "but he's too righteous to cut them off."

"yeah, i don't have that issue."

he laughs, spinning around again. then he stands up and plops down on your bed, unwarranted, taking off his glasses so he can lie on his side.

and then he sits there, staring at you.

it only takes thirty seconds for you to break.

"did someone surgically implant diamonds into your eyes?" you demand, kicking his foot away from yours. his body is warm against yours, and it makes you wonder if he's got a fever.

he would come and bother you just to get you sick.

"these are all-natural, sweetheart," he whispers, fluttering his lashes. he doesn't look away for a moment. his eyes are prettier up close, you suppose, when you can see them in their full glory. they look less alien, somehow less intense.

"what are the glasses for anyway?"

"try 'em on."

he hands them to you, grinning like he knows something you don't, and you take them--maybe just so you can smudge the lens.

they are surprisingly light, and warm. you put them over your eyes, blinking.

"oh, are you clinically blind?" you ask, feeling slightly bad for bringing it up. he's probably going to pull your hair and lock you in your room now.

satoru snorts. "no, i just don't need to see, unlike some people."

"...was that supposed to be a brag?"

you take off the glasses, wincing at the light. then you hand them back to him, tingling skin where your fingers brush his.

"it would drain my cursed energy if i didn't wear them," he says, "'cause i see a lot more than you do."

"okay? so it’s not to keep people from screaming when they see you?”

he pinches your thigh in retaliation, scoffing. “i am beautiful.”

he shakes his head, but leaves the glasses off, setting them on his stomach, and closing his eyes. one hand travels to the top of his head, as he relaxes into your bed.

you'll probably need to wash the sheets after this.

"hey," you say after he's been still for a minute. "satoru. you can't fall asleep here. i thought you wanted to be entertained."

"then entertain me."

you roll your eyes, even though he's not looking. "i'm not your servant. go back to your room if you're just going to bed. i'm not cuddling with you."

"i promise i'm good at it. ask suguru."

"he's not here, so i can't."

satoru sighs, opening his eyes again. "talk about something."

"like what?"

"uh... your favorite movie."

"i don't watch a lot of movies."

he sits up. "what?" he asks, genuinely shocked.

you roll your eyes at him again.

and, okay. despite his attitude, and his freaky eyes, you guess it is... nice, to be called upon.

and as satoru sits there, talking to you about the most ridiculous of things, you feel settled in. unafraid of saying something wrong or pushing him away.

it's good, you suppose, easy.

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gold-dustwomxn · 5 months

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mystified

part 2

summary: after sudden attacks on women around town, you take a self defense class. ellie, your long standing crush is the instructor

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

each chapter will have their own warnings please read them! eventual smut

cw: mentions of child abuse and implication of attempted sexual assault (does not go into detail for either), panic attack

fluff and angst

light rocking against your shoulder and a distant call of your name pulls you from your deep slumber making you groan, not conscious enough to take in where you are. “hey sleepyhead, wake up.” ellie’s raspy whisper has you cracking one eye open. you’re too tired to even speak or think coherently, making you hum in question.

ellie chuckles and looks at you for a moment before speaking. “sorry to wake you up so early.. I gotta be at the construction site in an hour.” you blink away your remnants of sleep and realize ellie has damp hair, is fully dressed for the day and the sun isn’t even up yet. “it’s okay. sorry I fell asleep here I didn’t even realize.” she smiles softly, “no worries, I don’t mind. you looked pretty comfy..I can drive you home on my way to work.”

the short drive to your house shares a peaceful, comfortable silence between you and ellie. the sky painting a breathtaking winter sunrise of pinks and purple. ellie pulls up to your house way too quickly for your liking, the small disappointment of having to part ways felt in your chest.

“thanks for the ride and letting me crash at your place.. I had fun last night.”

“me too,” she smiles and you feel that warmth settle deep in your stomach again. it’s a rarity to see her full smile “it’s no problem, really.. are you busy tonight?”

“no, I don’t think I have anything going on.” you know you don’t actually have anything going on. you bite the inside of your cheek to try to suppress a smile, but ellie looks between your eyes and down at your mouth and smirks at you. caught.

“well, if you’re not busy later you wanna hang out? I get off at 3, we can go to a cafe or something.” she clears her throat and you can see how physically painful this is for her. she forces herself to keep eye contact though.

you giggle and she narrows her eyes at you playfully, unspoken words and body language received between the both of you. “yeah, I’m down. just text me when you get off.”

“alright cool I can pick you up. see you later, ___.”

me: DINA wake the fuck up!!!!!

dina🤍: bitch its literally 7am why tf are u disturbing me

me: wow. anyway! last night I was walking to ur house and some creepy dude pulls up next to me asking me for directions and shit acting super sketchy. ellie pulls up out of nowhere and goes all psycho ellie mode and pulls out a fucking switchblade. I was like 😦 but it was also so hot. he skids off and she gets pics of his plates and we go back to her place for joel to deal with it. he thinks the cops can keep an eye out for that car and see if that guy has anything to do with the assaults happening. it was lowkey really scary but I’m okay. we ended up smoking and talking for hours and it was literally perfect and then we ended up falling asleep and I woke up in the middle of the night laying ON HER CHEST with her arm around me. we’re hanging out again tonight

dina🤍: wtf that’s so fucking scary! im glad ur okay:( but ommg im so excited for u angel. its ab damn time some moves are made and we can go on double dates tg hehe

me: ok let’s not get ahead of ourselves here we’ll see what happens. that’s all I wanted to tell u. ur allowed to go back to sleep now:)

dina🤍: wow how gracious of u. lmk how everything goes though <33

clothes are strewn all over your bed and floor, while you frantically try to find a cute outfit to wear. it’s fine, it’s just ellie. she’s seen you a million times since you were both 14. you finally settle on a pair of jeans and a black sweater, with your chelsea doc martens. good enough.

ellie🌿🗡️: Hey, I’m outside whenever you’re ready.

me: be right there!

okay, just breathe. everything’s fine!

as you hop into the passenger seat, ellie looks you up and down. “you look good.” you give her a shy smile and observe her; hair tied half up, in a dark green flannel with an oversized black denim jacket, black jeans with her usual pair of converse, multiple rings on her long fingers, and the scent of her woodsy cologne. “thanks, you don’t look too bad yourself.” she smiles and shakes her head, pulling out of your driveway.

“yeah, he almost dropped a whole fucking plank of wood on my head today!”

you start laughing, walking out of the coffee shop together. “maybe the hit would’ve done you good, ellie. you are very hard headed.” ellie’s jaw drops “wow, someone’s feisty today, huh?” you smile and roll your eyes, going to shove her and she catches your wrist, pulling you close to her. your breath hitches and you look down at her lips. something behind you catches ellie’s attention, her smile dropping instantly and face turning ghostly pale.

“ellie? what’s wrong?” she grabs your hand and walks you quickly to the car, opening your door to make sure you get in first before frantically hopping into her seat and speeding out of the parking lot.

“hey, what’s going on?” she shakes her head and doesn’t respond, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate, eyebrows scrunched together.

the speed of her driving and her concerning behavior is stressing you the fuck out. she pulls up to her house and lets you both in before she runs up the stairs to the bathroom, whipping the door shut with a loud slam.

you slowly walk up the stairs, not knowing whether or not to give her privacy. you suddenly hear her crying and hyperventilating. “ellie, I’m coming in.”

ellie is seated on the floor next to the tub with her head between her legs, forearms laid on her knees. “hey, hey I’m here. can I touch you?” she nods and you gently take her hand, softly rubbing the back of her palm while you place her other hand against your chest. “try to follow my breathing, okay?” you take slow, deep breaths for her to follow until she calms down.

“I’m sorry.” she avoids looking at you. “no, I’m here for you, okay? you don’t have to hide from me.” she wipes the rest of her tears from her eyes and nods. you move to sit next to her and gently rub her back, still holding her hand.

“do you wanna talk about it?” she clears her throat and looks straight ahead. “I uh… saw one of my old foster parents. he was pretty fucked up,” she lets out a dry laugh. “thought I was over it but I didn’t expect to see him.”

“what did he do?” she looks at you in contemplation before looking away with a cold, steely gaze. she sniffs and nods, “he… used to beat the shit out of me all the time for no reason.” she looks down at her scarred tattoo and rubs the skin. “this burn… he tried to-“ she clenches her jaw and shakes her head. “anyway, I managed to get away before he did anything, but I ended up burning my arm on the stove in the midst of it all. tried to press charges but that didn’t work, big shocker,” she scoffs. “I ran away and refused to go back so they placed me with joel and he eventually adopted me.”

she looks back up at you, trying to gauge what you’re thinking. you don’t realize you’re crying until she wipes away a tear from your cheek. “hey, don’t cry it was a long time ago I was just… not prepared for all of that.”

“sorry, I just hate that you had to go through all of that, especially at such a young age.” she lets out a deep breath and nods. “sorry our date got ruined” she gives you a sad smile.

“it wasn’t,” you squeeze her hand “I had a good time and I’m just glad I was able to be here with you.” you look up in thought, “do you have brownie mix?” she looks at you in confusion and lets out a small laugh “uh, I dunno, why?” “whenever I’m sad or going through something, I like to bake because it gives me something to do to take my mind off of everything and brownies are fucking good.” you nod with conviction. ellie laughs, “you are so fucking cute. c’mon let’s go see if I have some brownie mix.”

as you mix the chocolatey batter, and hum to the song playing on the speaker, ellie leans against the counter and watches you. she loves the domesticity and warmth you surround her with, and you were right, doing all of this is making her feel better.

“are you just gonna stand there and stare at me or are you gonna help?” “nah I think I’m good right here” she smirks at you. you nod slowly and look at her with mischief, holding up the spoon. her eyes widen and she points her finger at you, “don’t you fucking dare.”

you chase ellie around the kitchen island, out of breath from laughing and she ends up slipping on her sock, grabbing onto the counter for balance. as you run up to her and try to smear the batter on her face, she grabs your arm. you struggle against her, making you trip over her leg and she catches you, wrapping her arms around your waist. both of your laughters fade into small smiles as both of your eyes trails to each other’s lips. ellie’s face becomes serious as she leans in, lips ghosting yours. the sound of the front door opening has you both abruptly backing away from each other. fucking joel.

“hey kiddo, what are y’all up to?” ellie’s face is beet red and she clears her throat, “just making some brownies. why are you home?” ellie’s voice holds a bit of an edge to it.

“well, damn, I’ll get outta your hair in a minute, just stoppin’ by, forgot to pack my dinner.” she hums in annoyance. your eyes widen at the tension ellie is radiating.

“joel! my parents wanted me to give this to you as a thanks for the free self defense lesson, and for helping me out yesterday.” you open up your bag and take out a bottle of whiskey. ellie’s brows furrow, oops you forgot to tell her.

joel holds the bottle at a downward angle “would’ya look at that.. I’ll be sure to send my thanks to them.” he walks to the fridge and grabs out a container. “alright I’m headin’ out,” he looks at ellie “do me a favor, don’t burn the house down.” she groans and rolls her eyes.

“mm, these brownies are fucking good. you were right after all.” you scoff and smack her arm, “of course I was right. don’t ever doubt me again.” ellie rolls her eyes, “yes ma’am,” she quips sarcastically. “now, pay attention, this is my favorite part of the movie,” you say with feigned sternness. she smiles and nods, finishing off her brownie and leans back into her pillows.

you rest your head on her shoulder and place your hand on her stomach, tracing small patterns. you look up at her and whisper, “ellie?”

“hm?”

“do you really feel okay now?”

she turns her head to the side to look at you, face only inches away, and nods slowly. you feel her breath ghosting your lips and your heart starts racing, chest rising up and down quickly. ellie parts her mouth and licks her lips, leaning in, kissing you softly. she pulls away to look at you, before sitting up and grabbing your face, deepening the kiss.

HA sorry to edge u all. things are gonna get spicy as fuck in the next chapter. interactions are much appreciated 💗

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soapyghostie · 2 months

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I love all these slasher posts✨ especially the Sawyer brothers ones ❤ can you do one where when sleeping on their bed their S/O literally falls off in the middle of their sleep and what their reactions will be?😭 idk why i feel like that would be hilarious <3

Here’s the request I promised y’all earlier. Another one that’s been in my inbox for months. Enjoy!

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is a heavy sleeper: working all those long hard hours in that Texas heat results in extreme exhaustion for him by the end of the day. Once Bubba is asleep, he initially doesn’t even notice when you, unknowingly due to you also being asleep, roll off the bed onto the floor.

When he eventually wakes up and feels that your side of the bed is empty, Bubba panics through squeals of distress, thinking something terrible has happened to you. He’ll scramble out of bed to end up finding you fast asleep on the floor. This makes Bubba feel so much better, knowing you're okay. However, sleeping on the floor just won’t due and he must get you back on the comfy bed so you can get more comfortable rest.

Bubba bends down to pick your sleeping form off of the floor and back onto the bed. Then he rearranges the bed around you, ensuring there’s plenty of space between the both of you (just in case he accidentally pumps you off), fashioning a makeshift barrier of pillows to prevent you from rolling off. Bubba will also wrap your sleeping form in one of his homemade blankets he crafted in his freetime when doing one of his “hobbies.”

When he’s satisfied with tucking you back in, Bubba will crawl back into bed and drape an arm around your figure to secure you from rolling off the bed again. From that night forward, Bubba will train himself to become a light sleeper, allowing him to become subconsciously aware of your movements to prevent you from falling off the bed again.

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins would initially sleep through your unfortunate sequence of events of you falling off the bed until he hears a loud thump. He’ll wake up to the sound, sitting up abruptly, blinking in confusion before realizing you're nowhere on the bed anymore and breaking into a mischievous grin.

Nubbins will pull out his camera and start taking pictures of your limp sleeping form twisted in the weirdest and uncomfortable sleeping possible you’d ever see. Once he had his fun, he’ll shake you awake as hard as he can, ending with you probably getting angry at him and chewing him out for waking you up. When you realize you are laying on the floor, Nubbins will most likely start teasing you with playful remarks, joking about your “gravity-defying escape” from the bed.

However, underneath the playful banter, Nubbins is genuinely worried about you, checking to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself on the way down to the floor. He’ll even offer to help you get back onto the bed. Nubbins will also use this opportunity to recount some bizarre bedtime stories of his brothers to lighten up the mood, helping you forget the initial embarrassment of your fall. His laughter will echo through the room as he regales you with tales of sleepwalking or bed-flipping mishaps from his experiences.

Once you're all tucked in, Nubbins will settle back into bed, cuddling up to you with a twinkle in his eye and that goofy grin he always has, ready to take more peculiar adventures with you tomorrow.

ChopTop Sawyer

ChopTop jolts awake to the sound of your body hitting the floor almost immediately, his wild hair standing on head as he assesses the situation. When he realizes you fell off the bed, rather than showing immediate concern, ChopTop will burst into a fit of laughter, finding the situation highly amusing and entertaining.

You’ll wake up to him right next to you poking you. Once ChopTop notices that you're awake, he’ll start teasing the hell out of you, making crude dark and twisted jokes. He’s trying to push you over the edge to try and get a reaction out of you. It’s like him encouraging you to punch him at this point: I wouldn’t blame you if you did though.

Deep down, he would be worried about you. ChopTop checks you for any bruises or injuries while making more jokes showing both concern and amusement. He’s really trying to hide that softer side of himself that he has for you. He needs to be manly and not all soft and mushy like a little girl. God Damnit (Y/N)!

Once he knows you're alright and don’t have any sort of injury, ChopTop will go back to his normal self and brush off any sort of concern he had for you. He’ll even suggest turning the accident into a funny story, weaving a narrative about the legendary “bed diver” in his signature storytelling style. His laughter lingers in the air as he gently helps you back up into the bed. Is that a hint of nervousness that I hear in that laugh ChopTop? As you both settle back down, he will continue to try and entertain you with bizarre anecdotes and offbeat humor as he wraps a protective arm around you as you fall soundly to sleep. wink

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dudeitiskarev · 9 days

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Almost Lover | Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x ghost!female reader

Summary: You died right in front of him, yet you're still around.

Tags/warnings: death; grief; angst with a bit of humor.

Word count: 4.5k

Author's note: this is a repost from my AO3. Since I deactivated a while ago, I've been slowly, very slowly. reposting my fics on here 🥰 this piece is one of my favorites I've written so for those who haven't read it, I hope you like it! Flashbacks are in italics.

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The night froze for a moment.

Like never before, you weren’t able to talk down the unsub, and your confident “we can talk about this” as you lowered your gun, became your last words – your last breath. They pulled the trigger — literally — and from that moment, everything happened in slow motion.

Yet the single gunshot that blared around was so damn fast. It broke the air on its way to you and went straight through your skull, killing you within half a second.

Nice and quick, you would’ve said.

“No.” Aaron’s ears started ringing; his eyes widened in disbelief and his gun slipped off his hand like sand at the same time your body dropped dead to the ground.

“Shots fired! Agent down!” JJ’s voice turned into a desperate scream.

No.

This must be one of Aaron’s nightmares; the ones that felt too real and woke him up covered in sweat; the ones that always made him call you in the middle of the night just to hear your voice and make sure you were alright, and the ones that sometimes ended up with you laying next to him because you wanted to be there when he fell asleep again.

The digital clock on his nightstand marked 4:47 AM. He’d been dozing on and off for the past hour since the nightmare but a gentle knock on his door awakened all of his senses.

“Aaron, it’s me.” Your voice came soft but loud enough from behind the door.

An instant sigh of relief dragged him out of bed to the front door. It wasn’t the first time you’d shown up unannounced at his place, but he still wondered, what the hell were you doing here at this time of the night? You hated driving at night.

He unlocked every lock and opened up for you. “Wha–?”

“You had a nightmare–” You interrupted him, walking in as if it was your own place “–Where I died so I came here to show you I’m very much alive.”

You toed off your shoes while tossing your coat on his couch right next to his.

“What?” You frowned, but he didn’t say a thing. He just stood there, staring at your very-much-alive self. You walked up to him and brushed the front pieces of his fluffy hair back. “Would a hug make you feel better?”

Everything you did and said was like a morning sunbeam sneaking through the blinds, bathing him with warmth. He smiled with his eyes and leaned down to you with lazy open arms, going for a tight hug where every piece of you locked and clicked together.

No.

Each step closer to you weakened, and the moment he reached your side, his knees gave up. His entire world froze right then, too. The pool of blood spreading around you was very much real, but that didn’t stop him from lifting half of your body off the floor to hold you in his arms.

There was no click.

This wasn’t happening. Not again.

“Somebody!” His heart-shattering voice echoed around, “Wake up, please.” He lightly tapped your still warm cheek as if you’d simply fainted; as if there wasn’t peace, crimson, and his own tears staining your face. “Oh, honey, no. Don’t do this to me, please.”

There were no signs of you. You were just a body, and the only thing your team could do was end with the monster who had broken everyone’s heart.

No one – not even Reid – thought twice before shooting fire at the unsub, all at the same time. There was rage in every single bullet, and though it was morally wrong, in their eyes, making sure the guy was dead was the only right thing to do.

Derek’s gun was the first to run out of ammo and his muffled crying was the first one of all, too. “That son of a bitch!” His voice cracked between a sob, throwing his arms over his head in defeat. He was your running buddy, your go-to random hug, and personal hype man. The first one to notice when you got a haircut and the only one you’d had the chance to tell about your feelings for your Unit Chief.

Reid suspected those feelings, but he was waiting for an appropriate moment to ask you.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” Spencer rushed to the closest bush, spraying his dinner out of his mouth. Witnessing your life being taken away seemed to be the start of yet another rough patch that was gonna be hard to get out of. The connection you two had was cosmic – like no other; you were the sibling he didn’t know he needed beside him.

Too bad you walked into his life too late and only got to be his sister for three short years.

“Oh, god!” JJ’s voice had never sounded so terrified.“Oh my god!” She brought her shaky hands up to her mouth with wide eyes and just stood there, staring at the hole in your forehead. She was trying not to panic, but she’d started to hyperventilate already.

The air struggled to find its way to her lungs, and if it weren’t for Rossi’s ability to calm her down and Garcia’s loud voice through her earbud, she would’ve passed out right there next to you.

“JJ?!” Garcia yelled. Poor thing, she had no idea. “Oh god! Did wha-what happened? Hello?! Someone please talk to me!”

All she heard was the first gunshot that triggered the shootout. Now everyone’s crying had her at the edge of her seat.

Everyone’s but yours.

“Oh, no,” she mumbled to herself at the realization. “My girl. Is she gone? Is she…”

“Garcia, baby, I’m so sorry,” Derek tried to stop the tremble in his voice. “I’m so sorry. She’s–”

Penelope threw her headphones away before Morgan could finish his sentence and took off her glasses, covering her face with both hands as the tears streamed down her cheeks. You weren’t supposed to leave her. Ever. You’d planned your vacation already to London to visit Emily in just a few weeks.

God, Emily. How was Garcia supposed to tell her?

Your sudden death was evidence of god’s sick sense of humor. Putting Aaron in the exact same position again — holding the corpse of the love of his life as the vision of a less lonely future blended with gunpowder in the air – was the most fucked up joke.

You’d turned into a memory at the snap of a finger and from right then, everything was all a blur.

They ripped you off Aaron’s arms and put you inside a black bag to carry you to an ambulance – as if there was any point in doing so. He somehow made it to his apartment, got a glimpse of his clothes stained with blood – your blood – then found himself sitting on his couch as two familiar tiny hands shook him by the shoulders.

“Dad! are you okay?” Jack asked with worried, wide eyes. He was too mature for a ten-year-old and it was too soon for him to see his father broken again.

“I’m okay.” Aaron stood up, quickly drying his tears with the heel of his hand.

“Are you hungry? Aunt Jessica made us some food. I can put some in the microwave.”

“I’m okay, Buddy. It’s time for bed.”

Next thing he knew he was in bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing he could press the rewind button and time travel to any moment when he was around you.

“Agent Hotchner,” your perky voice got his attention. You were standing at his office door with two matching kitten mugs full of steaming coffee. “Do you have time to share some caffeine with me?”

He gave you a warm smile and put the papers aside. “Always.”

You’d made it a habit to bring him coffee in the middle of the day to remind him he needed to take a break. And since it became a regular thing, you had to give him a mug just because. He looked forward to your date-like breaks, and it boosted him with energy to finish everything on time, even when sometimes you two spent hours just talking.

You preferred to actually take him out of his office and go to the coffee shop two blocks away, but the one time you did it, he didn’t feel like going back to lock himself at the BAU, so the couch in his office had to do it.

You sat on it and tapped next to you, gesturing for him to join you.

“No cookies?” He asked with a smile as he plopped next to you.

“I thought I had some left.” You swung your legs over his thighs. “I’m pretty sure Reid stole the last package I had in my drawer.”

“Girl Scout cookies?”

“Caramel deLites.” You nodded.

“He just can’t resist them.” Hotch sipped on his coffee before getting up and reaching inside his drawer.

“You keep cookies too?” You laughed when he pulled out a pack.

“They’re not caramel deLites–” He sat next to you again and brought your legs back where they were over his “–But…”

“Thin Oreos are perfect.”

There was some sort of interrogation from Strauss at the BAU the next morning. She needed to know exactly what happened while the memories were still fresh.

Aaron was last, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the situation; him relating the story of how his loved one ended up murdered yet again.

“I don’t see how any of this is funny, Aaron.” Erin slid down her glasses to the tip of her nose.

“Oh, I don’t think it’s funny either,” he said, and tried his best to suppress his laughter by hiding his mouth behind his hand, but his shoulder still shook.

Strauss paused the recorder and dismissed everyone that was there with a simple glance as she spoke to Hotch, “We’re gonna take a break.”

His laugh didn’t fade until he was all alone in the room and sooner than later it turned into silent angry tears. Grieving Aaron Hotchner was a whole different person. A version of himself he hoped he’d never have to be again but there he was, being suffocated by rage and guilt, even when he knew there was nothing he could’ve done to avoid what’d happened. He just wished there was a way to turn back time and trade places.

Everyone had a week off to mourn your loss after the interrogation. Not enough – no time would ever be enough – but work was work. Monsters were still killing people and the Bureau had already hung a picture of you on the wall of honor.

“I can’t believe she’s gone,” Penelope was the first one to say something.

The team was gathered in front of your image; your smile was contagious even through a photo.

“I know.” Morgan touched her shoulder with his and kissed her temple. “It’s gonna be hard living in a world without her.”

“I’m not ready.” Garcia wiped her tears and turned to face everyone. “I’m not ready to take down monsters without her.”

JJ smiled in an attempt to say something, but her voice wouldn’t come out. It could’ve been her picture on that wall, but you’d offered to talk to the unsub that night as if it was the most mundane thing. She wouldn’t even dare to look at Aaron afraid she’d crumble and say I’m sorry a thousand times.

Hotch blinked away his tears and clenched his jaw, staring at your picture. He wasn’t ready to keep living without you, yet he said, “We have to. She would want us to,” trying to convince himself in a way. He walked away to lock himself up in his office and stopped by your desk on his way there.

It was intact and your presence lingered as if you’d just gotten up to refill your mug with coffee. Your chair still had the wrinkled pillow you’d brought on your second day because you couldn’t handle sitting there with a numb butt, and the small heater you used to keep your feet warm was still plugged under the desk.

You always said it was important to decorate your workspace like it was a piece of your bedroom. It helped you perform better, you’d say, and had convinced everyone to follow that advice – even Hotch.

“Excuse me.” A janitor approached Hotch and placed an empty box on your desk.

“What are you doing?” Aaron used his arm as a barrier to stop the man from picking up your stuff.

“Clearing up this desk.”

“Hey!” The click-clack of Penelope’s high heels came running from behind. “Don’t touch her stuff!”

“We need the space,” the janitor said.

“No, we don’t.” Hotch returned the box to him. “As far as I know we haven’t hired any new agent.”

“Look, I’m just doing what I was told.”

“Leave it as it is.” Hotch glared at him. “I’m gonna talk to whoever told you we needed the space.”

“It must have been Strauss.” Derek’s jaw clenched.

“How can she be so cold,” Penelope stared at Hotch walking across to room.

It was known that Strauss didn’t like you, so Hotch hurried into his office to just toss his briefcase and go confront Erin, but the moment he stepped in, his body stiffened.

The room was cold, and the silhouette he caught from the corner of his eye, sitting on his couch, made his heart drop to his stomach.

“Hey, boss.”

That was your voice, and your scent was in the air all of a sudden.

He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath. This wasn’t happening. The lack of sleep was too much. It was definitely that.

But when he turned the lights on and you were still there, it didn’t seem like craziness.

“What? Did you see a ghost or something?”

That was definitely you.

“Shut the door,” you continued, “it’s getting cold in here.”

Still in disbelief, he obeyed but couldn’t dare to look straight at you. Your presence was strong and he was sure it was his brain playing tricks on him because it’d happened before. A long time ago when his father died. He’d see the man at school, though he was never brave enough to reach out and actually exchange words with him like you were doing right now. He wished it would’ve happened with Haley so he could have heard her voice and held her hand one last time, but she never showed up.

Part of him had hoped it’d happen with you too at some point. And there you were.

He made his way to his chair and just stood there for a second before sitting. Then he finally dared to look at you.

God, that was actually you.

You were wearing the exact same clothes you had on the day you died — a purple T-shirt and the cargo pants you borrowed from Emily once but never returned — just not stained with blood and not a single wrinkle in sight. You hated ironing your clothes.

“Have you missed me?” You folded your arms over your chest and walked across the room, sitting on the chair in front of him.

“Yes.”

“I know, that’s why I’m here. I know you’re not ready for me to leave you.”

The softness of your voice reached his soul, and a knot started to appear in his throat. “I didn’t get to tell you that I loved you.” His voice shook.

“Well, you weren’t very subtle about it.” You rose from the chair and walked to the other side of the desk, leaning on it right next to him, and reached for his hand.

You were warm. He looked up at you and caught the comfort of your eyes. If you weren’t real, why did looking into your eyes still give him butterflies?

“This isn’t real,” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes. “I’m going crazy.”

“Now that would be romantic.” There was a twitch of a smile on his lips at your playful tone. You always managed to make him smile in one way or another. “Would a kiss make you feel better?”

He’d kissed you only once – the night before you died – so he knew how soft and sweet your lips were. He looked up at you and right when he was going to say yes, you leaned down and kissed his lips.

This kiss was different, though. It was painful because he was sure you were part of his imagination. He tried to put those feelings aside – take his insanity as a blessing in disguise – and lifted his hand to cup your face, but a single knock on his door seemed to scare you, and before it swung open, you vanished into thin air.

“Aaron.” Strauss stormed in. “Is there a reason why you’re refusing to clear her desk?”

He rubbed his hand over his mouth and tried to compose himself. “I need to talk to her family first. See who will take care of her things. Out of respect.” He stressed the last word to show how out of line her behaviour was.

Erin widened her eye, as a threat, almost. “You have one day.” Erin glared at him and left the room.

Hotch sighed deeply.

It was the faintest kiss, but it was you.

Most nights at the BAU were lonely; since you were gone, that solitude pierced bones. It’d been four months already and it was still unreal to the team.

Especially to Spencer.

He used to pull all-nighters with you by his side, and while he played chess on his own, you finished the paperwork you left until the last minute. He still stayed until late these days, just not as often nor until the sun rose.

You missed him too, and now, all you could do was mess with him hoping he’d at least feel the ghost of you.

“Uh.” Spencer quickly snapped his hand off the chess board when a piece slowly moved on its own.

He rubbed his eyes and stared at the board again. And you moved a piece, again.

“What the– not again?”

“You okay?” Hotch’s voice came loud and out of nowhere, making Spencer jump on his seat. His heart almost leaped out of his chest; he had to make sure it was still there, placing his hand over it.

“Did– did you see that?” Reid’s voice got a bit higher than it normally was.

“See what?” Aaron walked up to him with a subtle smirk.

“Nothing.” Spencer frowned. “What are you doing here anyway? It’s almost four AM.” He glanced at his watch.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Spencer frowned his lips.

“We may have a case,” Hotch continued. “So don’t leave.”

“Wasn’t planning to,” Spencer lowered his voice, looking around.

Hotch gave you a quick glance ordering you to follow him on his way to his office.

“Haunting Reid isn’t very nice,” he told you as soon as he shut the door behind you.

“I was bored.” You put on an innocent face and gave him a guilty smile. “Waiting for you. And he needs to stop staying here until so late, so I was doing him a favor.” You sat on his desk and swung your feet back and forth as he settled on his chair. “You’re here earlier than our usual time.”

“We may have a case.” He looked up at you.

“It’s Jack’s birthday next week.” You mentioned. “Are we gonna do something special for him?”

“Jessica and I are taking him to this star wars convention.”

“That sounds fun. Can I go?”

You went wherever he went, even flew with him for cases, but you still asked for his permission. You were a distraction, so you tried to stay on the margins when you knew he needed all of his focus.

That’s why you enjoyed plane rides the most.

Everyone still sat on their usual seat on the jet, and your spot next to Hotch remained empty so you still sat there, quiet.

“You’ve been seeing her,” Rossi said as he sat on the seat across from Aaron.

“Sorry?” Hotch lifted his eyes from his folder.

“It happened to me when Carolyn died. I’d see her around, even talk to her at times. I was worried it might have been an illness or something.” He waved his hand in the hair. “It wasn’t. I can give you the name of my doctor.”

He didn’t admit it but didn’t deny it either.

The jet took off and Rossi didn’t mention it again until they landed.

“Are you thinking about going to the doctor?” You asked him when no one was around.

“I love having you around.” He stared into the void. ”But this isn’t normal.”

That hurt a bit, but you still stayed by his side during the entire case and were there for his doctor’s appointment as soon as you made it back in Quantico, too.

“You’re grieving, agent,” the doctor started. “It is a rare way of grieving but it happens. I can medicate you to help get rid of it, but you also need to work on it.”

Whatever that meant, Aaron wasn’t ready. He didn’t want to get rid of you, but something scared you that day and you stopped being around as often. You weren’t at the BAU and the usual time to spend some time alone with him, and you weren’t there for Jack’s birthday as you’d said you wanted to.

Not as your usual self, anyway.

They’d just gotten back from the Star Wars convention and something was slightly off about his apartment.

“No way!” Jack screeched with excitement. There was a dog on the couch. “ You got me a puppy?!” He ran to the little dog who waved its tail with the same enthusiasm.

“You got him a puppy?” Jess subtly asked Hotch

“No? Did you?”

Neither said a thing and stared at the wholesome sight of happy Jack.

Hotch wasn’t sure to what extent the “anything is possible” was possible for those who belonged to the hereafter, but something told him the puppy was your magic work.

“My cheeks hurt from smiling so much!” Jack laughed as the puppy licked his face. “Can I name her?”

How could Aaron say no to that? He didn’t want to crush his son’s dream and tell him the dog wasn’t supposed to be there, so they did a quick run to the store to buy some dog food and helped Jack build a tiny bed for her in his bedroom instead.

“Can she stay forever?” Jack asked. He’d already mastered the puppy-dog eyes.

“We’ll see.” Hotch tucked him in and kissed his forehead. “Goodnight, buddy.”

He gave the puppy one last scratch on its chin and went to bed too, though it already seemed like it was going to be one of those nights where the sleep never came.

The bed sank next to him at two AM, making him lose track of how many sheep he was counting. There you were with a sad look.

“Where have you been?” He asked you in a murmur.

“I don’t want you to think I’m here because there’s something wrong with you.” You whispered.

“I don’t.”

“Then why did you go to the doctor?”

“To rule it out.” He caressed your cheek. “But you’re clearly not part of my imagination. You’re here.”

“Something’s holding me back.” You gulped. “I need you to help me get to the other side. I need to know you’re going to be okay without me.”

Only then he noticed you didn’t want to be there, to begin with.

“I’m sorry we won’t be growing old together,” you continued. “That we won’t give Jack any siblings and Jess more nephews, but I will always be by your side, taking care of you three. Always. And I’ll be waiting for you, Aaron. You were my greatest love, even when I won’t be yours, and I’m sorry. ”

“I’ll be okay.” He tried to swallow the lump on his throat and brought you close into a tight hug. “You go. I’m gonna be alright.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“I love you,” you sobbed into his chest.

“God, I love you, too. I always will.”

It was like the old times when a nightmare woke him up, but this time he was so damn scared to fall asleep because he knew you weren’t going to be there when he woke up. So he cherished the moment and held you until you leaped into his dreams forever.

You stopped showing up, but you weren’t gone. He’d get a whiff of you while he made himself some coffee, and would stop for a moment to close his eyes and take you in. He’d still feel your presence around, at the BAU, at your favorite donut shop, and in his car when a song you liked came on the radio.

You were everywhere. He still didn’t know how to move on, but knew he had to let it happen naturally.

Time went by; he started to forget the sound of your voice, the trees lost their leaves and grew new ones through the seasons. His heart healed eventually, too, and the love he once had for life sparked again.

“I’m not sure if we can keep here any longer,” Hotch said, staring at Chewie who had grown into her ears and started to make the apartment look small.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, putting the harness on her and pulling her close to him.

“We may need a new house.” Aaron opened the front door for them, ready to take her on a walk. “But the park will have to do it for now. Let’s go.”

Those walks in the park became the best part of Aaron’s day. They kept his mind busy and they might have boosted a new chapter in his life…

“Ah! Look at them!” Haley clapped with excitement. Turns out you weren’t the only one looking after them. “Aren’t they cute.”

You stood next to her with your arms folded over your chest and admired how Chewie played cupid by stomping on this woman’s picnic.

“So sorry,” Aaron approached her while Jack tried to catch the leash.

“You are a beautiful girl,” the woman said, letting Chewie lick her face all over.

That was her, Aaron’s greatest love.

“Did you know I was gonna die?” you asked Haley.

“I did.” She turned to you. “But there was nothing I could’ve done. Life… it’s an odd thing. We don’t get to choose anything.” Haley stared at her husband and son again. “Everything is written already.”

“She won’t die tragically like we did, will she?” Haley twitched her mouth. “She will?!”

“I’m just kidding.” She dismissively waved a hand with a laugh and began to walk away. “You can stop worrying too much about him now! She’s got him!”

“Where are you going?!” You hurried behind her, throwing one last look over your shoulder. “Wait up!”

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bbina · 2 months

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you wake up to the feeling of someone’s arms around you. frantically sitting up, you look beside you to see wonbin sleeping soundly.

your sudden movements prompts wonbin to stir in his sleep, ultimately tightening his grip around your body.

“just 5 more minutes taro..” he murmurs in his sleep

you look down on yourself, trying to recall last night’s events. thankfully you still had your clothes on meaning nothing happened between you and your fake boyfriend.

that’s when it hits you. wonbin came over to your room last night to hangout. one thing led to another and that’s how wonbin ended up sleeping next to you. you gaze at wonbin, who was peacefully asleep. he looked so cute sleeping, the way his hair was all tousled and all, it was truly a sight to see. you brushed some of his bangs away from his face. the light touch of your fingertips against his skin startles him awake, his eyes snapping open in surprise.

his initial reaction was to grab your wrist.

you let out a small laugh, “good morning, sleepyhead”

wonbin smiles lazily when he realizes it was just you.

“g’morning” he mumbles, before rolling back to his previous position, his arm still around your body.

you only watch him in amusement. then wonbin sits up, eyes wide at the realization of the position you two were in. instantly, he withdraws his arm around you, spitting out a string of apologies

”shit! sorry i fell asleep. you were so warm against me and i don’t even know what came over me–”

you grab the pillow next to wonbin and smacked him with it. he lets out an “oof” as you laugh

“it’s alright, dumbass. it’s not like eunseok’s gonna barge into my room right now to check on me. it’s still probably like too early for him to-”

you spoke too soon. you weren’t even able to finish your sentence when your brother shamelessly barges into the room with sohee, seunghan and anton in tow

“have you seen wonbin shotaro said he wasn’t in his room last night– you gotta be fucking kidding me” eunseok stops his sentence midway when he sees you in bed with the person they were looking for

the six of you stare each other in shock? in amusement? you can’t really tell with the way eunseok’s face contorts into something you can’t decipher, sohee who looked like he just walked into something he shouldn’t, seunghan who was standing with his mouth agape and anton who was on the floor dying with the whole situation

“is this real? chat is this real?” anton hollers, clutching his stomach

“no way…” sohee covers his mouth

"HOLY SHIT" seunghan exclaims, clapping his hands

“i’m going to kill him” eunseok darts straight to wonbin, pulling him up with the collar of his shirt.

“eunseok no!” you screeched, standing up on the bed, getting in between your brother and wonbin who looked like his soul just left his body. eunseok’s fist was up in the air, making a fuss about why were you two on the same bed

“HYUNG I CAN EXPLAIN” wonbin desperately pleads

“EUNSEOK IT’S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE”

with all the commotion going around, sungchan, who was on the room next to yours, enters the room. “what’s going on in here?” he asked as he takes in the room. you were in between eunseok and wonbin who was now kneeling in front of eunseok’s feet, sohee, seunghan and anton all laughing while recording on their phones

“i swear on my life nothing happened between us” he hears wonbin reason out to the fuming eunseok.

“there better not be! i’m not trying to have little nieces and nephews running around any time soon!” eunseok booms (basically yells) at the poor boy in front of him.

but of course anton, sohee and seunghan had to be little shits and decided to instigate.

“but eunseok hyung.. why were they in bed together?”

“is that wonbin hyung’s hoodie that y/n is wearing?”

“if i were wonbin i’d start kissing eunseok hyung’s feet”

seeing how eunseok’s eyes were literally on fire, you push your brother away from wonbin.

“nothing fucking happened, seok!” you intervene, defending wonbin from your older brother’s wrath. you looked around to see anyone who can pull eunseok away from the room and you make eye contact with sungchan.

“jinsu! please help” you say with pleading eyes. sungchan had an unreadable expression on his face. you could be imagining it but you see hurt flash through his features before grabbing eunseok by his shoulders and dragging him away from you and wonbin

he was about to say something til his girlfriend walks through the door.

“hey what gives– oh my!” she gasps at the sight of wonbin who was on the floor, you standing in front of him, sungchan holding eunseok off. she puts two and two together and mutters an “oh..”

sungchan whispers something to eunseok before he leaves the room with his girlfriend. you can only watch the couple leave with a disappointed sigh. almost forgetting the situation you were in.

eunseok takes a deep breath as he calms himself down. he trusts you enough to let this go. if you claim that nothing happened then nothing happened. however, he still has the urge to give wonbin the talk after

“this isn’t over” eunseok starts, looking between you and wonbin, “you and i are gonna have a talk after breakfast” he motions two fingers in front of his eyes and to wonbin’s. almost like he was threatening him (he was). with that, he leaves the room with sohee, seunghan and anton scurrying behind him, giggling at wonbin’s flustered face

eunseok didn’t even bother to close the door when they left. shouting “this door STAYS open”

when the coast was clear, you hear wonbin exhale and fall to the ground with a hand on his chest.

“that was the scariest i’ve seen eunseok” he says, dazed, looking up at the ceiling. you can only laugh in agreement. that was the first time you’ve seen eunseok act like an overprotective brother. then again, you didn’t really have a “boyfriend” til now

“what are we gonna do now?” wonbin turns his head to look at you.

“pray that you’ll get out of that talk alive”

“y/n!”

between the lines ★ count your days

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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eliluvschan · 2 months

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Moonlit Strolls

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 1.323

warnings: just the guys being the biggest supporters of their leader :)

genre: fluff

a/n: happy valentines day guys! i'm single as a pringle but that won't ruin the fun of me posting a new imagine! and like Lixie said in Surfin’ ”i got ninety-nine problems but the sea ain’t one”

Chan was pissed. pissed because his crush, is dating a good for nothing drummer.

“a drummer!” Chan exclaimed. “come on, she had better taste!”

“i need some fresh air. i’ll be back in a while.” Chan told his dongsaengs as he walked out of the door.

“you’ll find someone way better hyung!” Hyunjin exclaimed.

“yeah. whatever.” Chan replied irritated.

he walked outside, pausing only to pet Minho’s cat, Soonie.

he walked to the beach.

walking along the coast, he looked up and saw a sparkling bright moon.

it’s light was dancing off the water in front of him.

looking around, he saw billions of stars and he smiled.

he took of his shoes, rolled up his jeans and walked ankle deep into the water.

the water tickled his toes and he smiled again.

a few minutes went by, and he heard someone sigh.

he turned his head, only to look at the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

she had dark hair and her eyes were twinkling, the perfect moon reflected in them.

he was speechless. his jaw dropped and he made a funny gagging sound.

the girl didn’t notice him.

Chan got control of himself once more.

maybe Hyune was right. he thought. i’ll find someone better than her. i might already have.

but her breath taking beauty kept him frozen to the sandy floor of the beach.

the girl left after another couple of minutes.

Chan’s eyes followed her until she was out of his sight.

“love at first sight?” he asked himself.

yeah. definitely.

he walked back home with his shoes in his hands and his spirits considerably lifted.

he hosed himself and walked inside. he met Soonie along the hall as Chan picked him up and walked into the living room.

the guys were still sitting there.

“hey guys!” he said.

“woah! someone’s feeling good!” Minho said.

Changbin and Seungmin chuckled.

“good luck hyung.” Felix said.

Chan smiled.

“thanks guys.”

he sat down and pet Soonie who fell asleep on his lap.

“so, what’s she like?” Jisung asked.

“beautiful.” Chan said, going into a trance. lost in thoughts, he smiled vaguely.

Jisung, realizing what was happening, hit Chan with a magazine from the coffee table.

“what did you do that for?” Chan shouted.

“we’re asking you something.” Seungmin said calmly.

“what, i told you she’s beautiful. what else did you ask?”

“i asked where you met her.”

“describe.” Minho commanded.

“i was walking in the water and i heard her and i looked around and then i just, literally, froze.”

“that’s it? you suck.” jeongin said laying back on the couch, feet stretched out on Felix’s lap.

“oh, one more thing!” Chan exclaimed.

“what?” they all sat up, waiting for what their leader and hyung was gonna tell them.

“she had dark hair and big shiny eyes and she’s… perfect.”

“my boy’s in love!” Changbin high-fived Felix as Jisung and Hyunjin wiped their fake tears away.

the eight guys sat in silence for a while.

“i’m off to bed.” Chan said and left his little brothers staring after them.

as Chan jumped into bed and punched his pillow into a more comfortable shape, he realized he had no idea who the girl was, where she lived, or if he’d ever see her again.

Soonie climbed up beside him, and Chan fell asleep thinking of that girl, who was the prettiest he’d ever seen.

— ❀ —

the next day, Chan woke up with a plan and a song formed in his mind.

all that i want is you

even if i’m a fool

why do i fall for you

no turning back once we’re connected

he heard a knock on his door and looked up to see Changbin smiling at him.

“nice.” he said.

“thanks, man.” Chan replied.

“so, what’s the plan?” Jisung appeared in the doorway.

“i think he’s moving into these relationships too fast.” came Minho’s voice.

Chan frowned.

“i haven’t been in a relationship in over more than 3 years.”

“so, what was that thing with, uh what was her name again?” Seungmin said, his head poking out the door, as Jeongin agreed with him.

Hyunjin and Minho sighed, shaking their heads.

“are we missing out on something?” Jeongin asked.

“maknae’s, you’re both grounded for five hours.” Changbin face-palmed himself.

“oh ha ha.” were the boys’ reply.

Chan laughed as the boys bickered.

“not our fault we’re always the last ones to know, cause this workaholic here is always in here or his studio at JYP.” Seungmin defended them.

“alright, i’ll try to be less of a workaholic and be more with you guys.” Chan gave in.

“now go get miss mysterious, hyung!” Jeongin said.

“plan says i have to wait.”

“what plan?” Felix’s eyes widened as he looked at the others.

Chan smirked and his eyes flashed.

“ohh, he doesn’t want us to know.” Jisung said pointing at himself and the others.

“ahh, Channie hyung.” Seungmin began. “you’re grounded for fifteen hours.” he winked at the others.

“oh come on! what’d i do now!” Chan asked his dongsaengs exasperatedly.

“you didn’t tell us the plan.” Hyunjin said simply.

“hey, i just thought of it and i’ve got a personal life too, you know!”

“ooh, personal, is it hyung?” Minho said, smirking at Chan.

“uh, what are you guys up to?”

the others grinned.

“guys?” Chan asked with a note of panic in his voice.

the guys ran at Chan and began tickling him.

“guys, guys, stop- stop it. please!” Chan choked out.

— ❀ —

the afternoon passed as the guys just hung around their dorm.

the guys shortened Chan’s period of grounded-ness to six hours because he told them what he was going to do.

“okay, listen.” he told the guys as they all sat in a line on the floor, with Chan in front of the tv.

“i’m gonna go to the beach again tonight and most probably, she’s gonna be there. so, i’ll ask her out then.”

Minho burst out laughing.

“do you seriously think she goes for moonlit strolls everyday?”

“hey, lots of people do and i just know she’s gonna be there.” Chan said defensively.

“good luck, hyung.” Seungmin said, patting his shoulder.

— ❀ —

at the same time as the day before, Chan left the house, pausing again to pet Soonie and walked to the beach, wishing on the stars as he went that the girl would be there.

just like the last day, he took off his shoes and walked into the water, admiring the moon.

why did it have to be so beautiful?

a girl giggled.

Chan looked, and jumped with joy. the mysterious girl was there!

wow, she’s more beautiful than before. he thought.

Chan walked over to her.

“hi.”

“hello.”

“i’m Chan.”

“hello Chan. i’m Y/n.”

“that’s a beautiful name.”

she giggled again.

“thank you.”

Chan smiled.

“do you come here every day?”

“i, uh, no.”

“really? but i saw you here yesterday too.”

did she?

“oh, well. d- do you wanna know the truth?”

“yeah, sure.”

“okay, look. i saw you here yesterday too and i just couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. i mean, i just couldn’t believe how someone could be so pretty. i’m here just because i thought that you might be here too. i wanted to talk to you.”

thank god it’s dark. Chan thought as he blushed.

“really? w- well, you know. i don’t come here every day either. i just saw you here, and thought i’d see you again today. it’s like love at first sight! know what i mean?” she asked and grinned shiftily at him.

“i know exactly what you mean.” Chan smiled.

she smiled and looked up at the moon.

''can i kiss you?''

''yes.''

Chan leaned down and placed a small kiss on her lips.

he took her hand.

“wanna walk with me?”

“yes.”

— ❀ —

“Min! i’m adopting Soonie!” Chan yelled as he entered their dorm.

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jellyluvr · 10 months

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Sweetheart

- Kai anderson x fem!reader ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

Home invasion fic!! Ugh I love this scenario because there's so much to describe. It's also a raging fantasy of mine and I literally cannot wait to write it (sounds horrible but I have really weird or concerning kinks)

Tw: home invasion, r*pe (I think?), oral sex (male receiving), and a cult breaking in ur apartment pet names too!! Think that's kinda obvious from the title tho

S: you and your roommate are asleep until people break in and chaos occurs.

！Σ(×_×;)!

You were sleeping. Peacefully in your fluffy bed, the lights from the city gleaming through your window. The tv was off, everything was dark.. it was beautiful. Perfect. A wonderful night.

And then there was a bang. A loud one, that immediately got you turning in your bed. Your eyes blinked a few times, looking for a source of light. You turned on your lamp, the click making you shiver. Your eyes fell down to your clock. 1:27am. What the hell?

Maybe it was just your roommate doing stupid shit. You naturally reacted, and you stood up out of your bed, wiping your crusty eyes.

"Dina? It's like 2am, what is going on??" You called out, your head moving down to look at the floor as you reached for the doorknob. As soon as the cold metal made contact with your hand you heard some steps, a few little bangs. They sounded like they were coming from your kitchen, so you opened the door, your eyes glued to the floor as you just woke up.

You eyes followed the floor up to the single step that went to your kitchen until your eyes went on a black pair of boots. Large, shiny boots. You then let your mind guide your eyes up, and you saw a man in a mask. Your eyes widened with fear, and you immediately began to scream.

He reacted quick, and you watched the man walk over. You looked in his right hand.. a knife.

"No, no! Please!!" You yelled, backing up as you began to feel tears prick your eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed, your body feeling almost numb. Your eyes stuck to the man's knife, but movement in the background caught your attention. You watched a few more masked people walk out, one of them holding Dina over their shoulder. You cried out, holding your hands up to your eyes as you shielded yourself. You fell down into the corner of the room, folding yourself up as you began to sob.

The man's boots squeaked infront of you, a sound of rubber colliding coming next. You looked up, seeing the man taking off his mask. You watched, your vision becoming blurry from your tears. Even with that, though, you could still see the man's blue hair and it revealed the councilman. The councilman.

You were shocked. You couldn't believe the man infront of you was kai anderson. The man that broke into your apartment. The man that was holding a knife. You shrieked out with fear once more, and kai just looked annoyed. He threw his rubber mask somewhere in the room before grabbing your arm and pulling you up from the ground forcefully. He dragged you to a random door, throwing you inside and stepping in.

Your back hit the edge of the tub as you fell to the floor, looking up at kai. Your face was stained with tears, and his was full of pure evil. Kai had been stalking you for a month or so. It wasn't anything personal, just simple stalking of his. It hadn't been hard to figure out where you lived. Your roommate had made it easy from the threats he sent.

Kai wanted this to be easy. His main goal was to kill you, to murder you in a horrible way. Spread your blood all over the walls, counters, bathtub.. make it frightening. Scary. Itd make the public go crazy, and that was exactly what he wanted.

You made it extremely hard for him. You screamed and shouted, his hands going to cover your mouth. You began to pull at his leather coat, kicking and punching him as much as you could. You fought back, and kai hated it. So, he began to squeeze your mouth with frustration. He wanted to make your death painful. Not just some simple choke. He had to make it brutal. Horrible.

Your eyes began to widen, your pupils almost becoming bigger from fear. For kai, he just saw some lamb. Some easy girl to kill. He loved that.. and as he covered your mouth and held you down against the tub, he felt the slightest hint of arousal.

Your neck hung over the edge of the tub, him still covering your mouth. His right hand held both your wrists infront of him, his knee holding down your legs. You were completely restricted from doing anything. Your only choice was to shake your head, and that did nothing.

As the tent in kai's pants grew, he sighed with annoyance. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. It wasn't supposed to end up like this, but he knew exactly what he was going to do. He couldn't show any weakness, so he slapped you before getting up close.

"You're gonna shut the fuck up, alright? Do as I say and maybe I'll play nice." He spat out, leaning back from your body and standing up, shaking his arms a little and taking a deep breath before his hands went to the zipper of his pants.

You watched in horror. You knew what was going to happen and you wanted to prevent it and everyway possible. You took your chance to kick his knee, but it only made him stumble back a little. He looked down at you, his eyes black and full. He lunged down at you, turning you over and pinning you down. He held your wrists as his other hand pushed your face into the tile flooring. He wasn't going to play nice.

You regretted it. He was too fast. Too strong even though you didn't want to admit it. His body weight of yours was excruciating.. it hurt. It really did, and while his one hand went to do something you began to give up. As much as you didn't want to... you had to.

"God, is it so difficult to obey? Just fucking obey for once." He said with a scowl. You could barely see his face, but at this point you were just panting and laying there. That was when you heard his belt buckle. He fondled with it for a minute, his eyes glued to you to make sure you didn't try anything. He looked down at his pants briefly to pull the belt from the belt loops before he wrapped the belt around your wrist, the other wrist wrapping around it. He put it as tight as he could before he leaned in, his hot breath streaming on your cheek.

"Get on your knees." He whispered, leaning back once more and standing to be on his feet. He looked down at you, your body so vulnerable to him. You began to cry again, your vision blurry once more. But, you still tried to get on your knees... obeying.

Once you followed his command you looked up at him, his facial features almost scrambled. Your eyes went back down, following his hands as he pulled down his pants, his boxers with it.

His cock springed from his boxers, you choking down the little weeps you wanted to make. You cried more, looking at his manhood, then back up at his face.

"Please don't-" you started, but kai quickly ended that possibility. "Suck." His voice overpowered yours, and before you could even say anything his hand moved to the back of your head, pushing you down on his length. He let out a huff of air, reveling in the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his erection. You gagged some, his tip being far past your comfort zone. He began to guide your mouth up and down, forcing you to suck his cock.

He went somewhat slow at first, but he eventually stopped guiding you, letting you do your work. His hand pulled your hair back into a makeshift ponytail as you moved up and down on him, your face stained with tears. You didn't have any time to cry, though. You couldn't. Not anymore. His cock was taking all the breaths you had left, and you pulled off to take a quick breath but he immediately pushed you back down on him. Your drool coated his cock in a shiny glimmer, accompanied by the many veins decorating his length.

"Fuckin' slut. You love this don't you? I bet you're dripping wet.." his eyes closed, his hand now guiding you once more. You took his cock, your tight throat already beginning to hurt. You weren't a virgin.. but it wasn't like you had ever given head before. This was new, and you were sure your horrible skills would get you killed.

But, you'd be lying if kai wasn't right. Your clit pulsed with need, making aches run throughout your body. You desperately wanted touch, but you weren't sure if you were going to get it.

Kai felt himself getting closer to his orgasm, and he wasn't going to let you leave with a memory. You needed a taste too. Something that'd never leave. And as you sucked him off and moved up and down, kai knew exactly what he was going to do.

He slipped his cock out of your mouth, letting you swallow down whatever was left. Kai moved his tip towards your face, his raging cock rubbing on the side of your face. "Look up at me, sweetheart.." he said softly, but still with a demanding demeanor. You looked up, your eyes connecting with his as he got exactly what he wanted. "Open your mouth.. nice and wide for me.." he looked down at your mouth, his tip now ghosting over your lips. You opened your mouth, expecting him to use your throat, but he wrapped his right hand that used to be in your hair around his shaft, pumping himself.

His eyes almost rolled back, but he made sure not to show you. He began to breathe quicker, and with your tongue back in your mouth, he pumped faster, and finally exploded into your mouth. He shot streams of white cum into your mouth, making you taste his load. Kai huffed out some air, his mouth opening as well.

Your tongue coated in cum, kai seeming pleased with himself for his work. But, he wasn't done. Not in the slightest. He was just getting started.

"Bend over." His hand went under your chin, forcing you to close your mouth and take his load.

You weren't going to disobey.. not with him.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Figured out my draft did save!! Just had to reload the page lol. Anyway, pretty short, sorry.

Also tate smut fic is in the making :))

And part two will probably be in a few days!!!

Taglist: @tatelangdonsgirll @kaismanwich

Just reply if you want to be added!!

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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Hi I absolutely love your writing! I devoured all you fics in record time. I've seen a lot of things about a shy & insecure reader x Cassian but I was wondering if you could do one with Azriel instead? Az is my favourite batboy and I'm also quite shy and insecure so I wouldn't mind reading one. Although I know you probably get a lot of requests with how great your writing is so its ok if you don't like the request I'm content just reading your amazing fics.

Meant to be together.

Azriel x f!Reader.

Masterlist.

Summary; Reader believes that Azriel deserves better than her.

Warnings; angst, insecurities, mentions of sex.

Hello! Thank you so much! You didn't specify which of Cassian's fics you like so I let my imagination take charge of the whole fic. I hope this is what you had in mind, if not feel free to request something else. I really hope you enjoy this like I did!

You changed your mind yet again about the dress you tried on and threw it on the pile of the rest of them. You were getting ready for dinner at the house of wind and since it is the third time you will hang out with the inner circle your nerves are going crazy. You met Azriel a few months back when he literally fell out of the sky and landed on his back in your garden. He never told you how it happened. After helping him into your house and cleaning his wounds he fell asleep and the next morning he woke up with you next to him wide awake and staring at him. You had stayed the whole night by his side monitoring his breathing and checking for any bleeding. He observed your worried pale face with black circles beneath your red eyes and the bond snapped. You blushed when he told you that you are his mate and for the first few dates you avoided his gaze like your life depended on it. Azriel didn’t really have a problem with that, he is shy and quiet too so your whole behavior helped him cope. And now after some months of building trust and love he decided to introduce you to his family and make you a part of it.

You huffed and threw yet another dress on the pile when the familiar beating sound of wings filled your small apartment, Azriel came in through the window and stood next to the pile of clothes staring at them. He looked so out of place in your small room, his body and those beautiful membranous wings taking up most of the space.

“Angel, you look perfect in everything just pick one dress” he sighed and stared at your bare back.

“No I don’t…I just need a few more minutes to find the right dress. I’m sorry” you mumbled and searched the closet.

He knew that if you didn’t find a dress that made you feel good, you’d probably hide behind him for the whole night so he didn’t pressure you and hummed an okay before laying down on your bed.

You tried one of the dresses that used to belong to your mother when she was about your age and finally you felt pretty, a grin appearing on your face as you twirled around.

“What do you think?” You asked Azriel who was gaping at you.

“I think that you should join me here and skip dinner” he licked his bottom lip and opened his arms in a silent invitation. You blushed and stared at the floor.

“That’s not polite what will your family think about me…” your voice was soft.

Azriel smiled at that and got up, he walked up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist pressing you against him.

“You’re so cute” he cooed and kissed your nose making you blush harder and hide your face in his chest.

“Okay let’s go” he chuckled and picked you up.

The flight was silent, and you enjoyed the view of the city, it soothed your nerves. You landed on the balcony of the house of wind with a thud and entered the dining room. Everyone you knew was there and two females you didn’t recognize.

“Oh great you’re here” Feyre exclaimed “y/n these are my sisters, Nesta and Elain”

Both females were stunning, and you stared in awe as they smiled.

“Hello, nice to meet you” you smiled back.

“You are Azriel’s mate, right?” Nesta asked and glared at Elain.

“Yes” you replied and glanced at your mate who was watching his brothers bickering about something.

The females didn’t say anything else, so you took a seat and stared at your napkin not sure what to do. Azriel sat next to you and soon everyone was eating.

You glanced around and noticed the longing looks Elain was sending to your mate who didn’t have a clue since he was way too lost in his food. You moved your eyes on the table again and didn’t dare to look at her again. Such a beautiful female, her and Azriel would make a great couple if only you weren’t in their way. Your heart ached at the thought, and you lost your appetite. Azriel noticed that you were playing with your food and nudged your foot with his own. You pretended you didn’t notice and kept staring at your plate.

“Are you okay?” He whispered in your ear.

You shook your head and leaned closer to him.

“I want to go home now…” you whispered back. He only nodded and excused the two of you saying that you weren’t feeling well before picking you up and flying you home.

You walked inside and quickly turned around blocking Azriel from entering. He furrowed his eyebrows and took a step back.

“I’m sorry to do this now but I don’t think this is going to work”. You said softly.

“What?” He exclaimed “why?”

“I’m sorry” you repeated and tried to shut the door, but he was faster than you and his scarred hands pushed the door open again.

“No. You don’t get to do this, we will talk this through” he growled and walked inside shutting the door behind him.

“There is nothing to talk about Az… we are from completely different worlds. I’m a loner while you have so many friends and family”. You whispered.

“You can be a part of it too, and if you don’t want to then I will stay with you. I will spend less time with them.” He said with a pleading look.

“I think that Elain likes you, she is such a beautiful female, and she fits into your family really well. She will make you happy.” You confessed and ignored the ache in your heart.

“What are you talking about? Elain has a mate and even if she didn’t, I wouldn’t care. I only want you. You are the most beautiful and amazing female I’ve ever met. Your calm and quiet personality keeps me grounded, you make me feel safe and comfortable and I would rather spend my whole life locked in this apartment with you than anywhere else without you.” His voice broke at the end, and he stared at you with a pained expression.

“Are you sure? I just want the best for you.” You whispered.

“You are the best for me, I don’t even know what I did to deserve you. You are the light in my darkness.” He wrapped his arms around you pressing you against him as he left a soft kiss on your head.

“You give me a reason to live” you confessed and pressed your cheek on his chest. You could hear his heart beating faster at your words and his scarred hands rubbed your back.

That night he made love to you again and again worshiping your body and whispering sweet promises. That night he proved to you that you are meant to be together.

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breadbrioche · 8 months

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kiss of life

so mun x reader

➳summary: you almost let your impulsive thoughts get to you while mun is asleep

➳warnings: really vague descriptions of a fight, sort of suggestive at the end but not really

➳word count: 1.5k

➳a/n: watch kim sejeong’s top or cliff music video here! My next work will be released when her music video reaches 1 million views

You can’t believe that this happened.

This seriously had to be on the top of the list of your major fuck ups because this really shouldn’t have happened. You cringe every time you think about it because you’re a counter! They were people who are supposed to protect others, and not get protected. But that’s exactly what happened.

It was a routine procedure; the evil spirit Hana sensed was fairly low leveled so only you and Mun were dispatched to deal with it. And it was going well but that was until another, stronger spirit appeared. You not considering that possibility was ultimately your downfall as you were completely focused on getting rid of the first one, not realising the other was approaching you from behind - and with a weapon.

The next moments were a jumble but you can recall Mun pushing you away, taking the blow himself. As he fell, the two evil spirits took the opportunity to run, leaving you with your teammate who was totally knocked out. Luckily, once you were back home, Ms Chu assured that there were no fatal injuries but you were still left with two evil spirits on the run and an unconscious Mun.

Watching him lay motionless in his bed, he almost looks like a sleeping princess rather than being the hero who just saved your life, as ironic as it is. He definitely looked the part too; even when he’s asleep So Mun is perfect. Especially with his silky hair, skin that all but glows when light shines on it and perfectly kissable lips.

You pause for a second. No way; there’s absolutely no way. You couldn’t kiss Mun, that would be insane! You shake your head vigorously, trying to get rid of such delusional thoughts. You couldn’t, you shouldn’t… but-

Betraying all your previous thoughts, you lean close to his face, hovering just inches away. So close that you could count every individual eyelash if you wanted to. Your eyes naturally wander to his mouth and observe how, with how lips are slightly parted, it looks as if he’s ready to receive a kiss. Only if you moved just a bit further, you would be able to-

Inhaling sharply, you clamp a hand over your mouth. You aren’t going to actually do it, reminding yourself. You’re just looking at him (and ignoring how you could’ve done that at a further, non-intimate distance). Panicking slightly, your eyes flicker back to Mun’s eyes to see if he’d caught you but to your relief, they were still closed.

Hearing your own frenzied heartbeat, you become acutely aware of your situation. Screw the incident from earlier, this was definitely the top spot on your list of major fuck ups. Even for you, this was a new all time low.

But before you could even think of what to do next, to your horror, Mun’s eyes flutter open and now you are literally face to face with the consequences of your actions. Fuck.

Mun called out your name confused, voice still rough after just waking up, which effectively snaps you out of your stupor as it causes you to fling yourself away from him instantly. A bit too fast as you lose your balance and tumble to the ground, landing on the hardwood floor with a thump.

In an instant, Mun leaps out of his bed and kneels down to assess you for injuries. He places a hand on your shoulder but you immediately push him away with a yelp - you couldn’t stand the thought of him touching you right now (if he did, your dumb brain would be too weak not stop yourself from imagining stupid delusions and you really can’t have that)

“Ah- uh- fuck, I’m sorry” you stumble, not really knowing what to say. “Just forget what you saw! I wasn’t actually gonna do anything, I promise!”

Mun’s eyebrows knit together while he pieces together what happened before he gasped, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“Hold on, were you going to kiss me?!” he yells before you hastily covered his mouth, cringing at the volume. What if someone else heard? That would be double the embarrassment and this is already too much.

“Don’t be so loud!” You hiss. “And no, I was only looking!”

He manages to wrestle your hands off his face, staring at you with a look you didn’t want to comprehend

“But it looked like you were though!” He insists, but you grimace and shake your head violently.

“What, are you some kind of princess who needs a kiss of life to wake you up?”

Mun chuckles at your response and leans closer slightly. His gaze is inquisitive, like his eyes are scouring you for clues to your upcoming answers for his questions. Mun is smart, the son of detectives after all, so you’re deathly afraid of the fact that he’ll see how you’re swallowing nervously, avoiding his gaze and just so obviously flustered and make a correct observation.

“Would you ever do it? Kiss me, that is.” Mun asks, sounding casual like this was a normal conversation topic. You narrow your eyes at him - just what sort of game is he playing at? If he’s trying to make you jump to conclusions, it sure is working for him.

“…what are you trying to say?”

Sensing your hesitance, Mun clasps your hands firmly. They squeeze yours firmly; you didn’t want to assume but, it almost felt like he was reassuring you.

“Do you like me? Because I like you and I wouldn’t have minded if you had kissed me earlier.”

You freeze. No way; there’s absolutely no way. You’re done, it’s over. There was no way this could be real. You blink hard, half expecting yourself to be hallucinating this whole situation - maybe you were the one knocked out and this was a dream. But when you open your eyes and Mun is still there with his dorky grin and all, you almost gasp.

“This is real, right? Is the guy I’ve been crushing on for ages actually confessing to me?” You murmur your thoughts dumbly. Mun laughs, nodding his head.

“So does that mean we’re dating then? I- I mean I’d love to date you but- I know that sometimes when twopeopleinagroupstartdatingthatcancausegroupdynamicsto-“

You’re so caught up with the explosion of thoughts suddenly coming at you that you hardly notice Mun leaning even closer to you and closing the space between your faces until he physically shuts you up, lips firmly on yours. But before you could even reciprocate, he’s moving away and licking his lips.

“Sorry,” Mun half apologises with a cheeky grin. “You looked cute, I couldn’t help it!”

At this point, you’re sure your brain is fried. You purse your lips together to try and formulate a response but nothing comes to you. If one simple peck had you this speechless, So Mun was going to be the death of you.

Without thinking you reach for the collar of his shirt and tug, closing the distance between you and replacing your lips on his. If Mun is going to be your cause of death, you’ll die on your own terms.

It’s initially awkward, Mun mimicking you earlier by being stunned still, but eventually you feel him relax into the kiss and even urges you to deepen it by gently pressing a hand to the back of your neck. There’s a sense of urgency to it, the both of you desperate to show your repressed feelings.

When you pull apart, you feel breathless as the adrenaline courses through your body. Shivers down your spine as you feel Mun’s strong gaze; it’s not overpowering but it’s confident - he knows what he wants (he wants you). Mun inches closer to kiss you again but before he could, your hand on his chest keeps him from moving.

“W-wait,” you huff between breaths. “Are you feeling okay? You were knocked out for a while.”

He rolls his eyes playfully with a huff; only you would stop an intimate moment just to ask about his well being.

“I’m awake now, aren’t I? I’m totally fine.” He assures you. “But there is one thing that still hurts a bit…”

Your eyes widen with concern, flickering over Mun’s body to find any hidden injuries. However, your concern is wasted when he just points at his lips which are curled into a sly smirk.

“Can you kiss it better?”

Letting out a disgusted scoff, you try to swat his face away from you but he catches your hands and makes you look at him. Mun silently pleads to you, putting on his best puppy dog eyes at you. You sigh, not having much of a choice right now.

“You’re so cheesy, you know that right?” You say before your lips meet Mun’s once again, starting like you never stopped in the first place.

#the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter x reader #the uncanny counter fic #so mun #so mun x reader #kdrama x reader #kdrama #kdrama fic #own works

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bella-rose29 · 7 months

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Hopeless Romantics

Lockwood x f!reader

Their relationship through various hopelessly romantic dates.

With the tickets discount thing I have no idea if that's an actual thing but I figured it would work in the same way as a student discount or something.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: literally none other than maybe wondering why you can't actually have an anthony lockwood for yourself

Tag list: @anathemaloren, @augustisintheair, @avdiobliss, @dangelnleif, @el-de-phi, @ell0ra-br3kk3r, @karensirkobabes, @mitskiswift99, @mrsklockwood, @mrsyixingunicorn10, @ran23sblog, @superpositvecloudshipper, @t2sh0, @taygrls, @tournesol77, @wandamaximoffbae, @whenselenefallsinlove, @wordsarelife

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Stargazing

It had been an incredibly long night, all members of Lockwood and Co wanting nothing more than to collapse in their beds and fall right to sleep. George and Lucy had done just that, bidding goodnight to their fellow agents and heading up the stairs. Y/n had been about to do the same when Lockwood dragged her by the hand through the house, out into the back garden.

"Anthony, what are you doing?!"

He turned his head to look back at her, smile bright and blinding despite the darkness. "Taking you on a date," he said, just as he pulled her to the floor, lying down next to her.

"A date? Ant, it's the middle of the night!"

"Yeah, and for once it's not a cloudy British night. Look." He pointed up at the night sky, and Y/n realised he was right. If she concentrated she could see the Milky Way. The sheer number of stars was overwhelming, and she didn't think she'd ever seen so many.

They laid there for a good hour or so, only going inside when Y/n started complaining about the chill (Anthony immediately moved the two of them inside and up to his room, saying he'd be a terrible boyfriend if he let his girlfriend freeze). They'd been talking about whatever came in to their heads, occasionally wondering about the constellations and trying (and failing) to name them. Once changed into pyjamas and snuggled in his bed (really Y/n needed to just move in with him, she was in his room so much), they continued looking at the few stars that they could see from the window, and when Y/n finally fell asleep, Anthony carefully crept to close the curtains, slipping back under the covers and drawing his girlfriend closer, falling asleep himself moments later.

~~~

Dancing in the Rain

It had been raining all day.

George had complained, since he'd been planning on going to the Archives, but at the sight of the torrential downpour he'd decided to forgo the walk and holed up in his room instead. Lucy hadn't minded so much; she was in the attic reading, enjoying some peace and quiet.

Anthony was in the library, trying to get paperwork done, but with his girlfriend sat in the same room as him he was struggling. He huffed for the millionth time, making Y/n look up.

"What? You keep huffing and puffing. Is something wrong with the papers?"

"No, nothing's wrong with the papers. Just... How am I meant to concentrate when the most beautiful girl in the world is sat so close to me?" He turned on his chair, smiling dopily at her.

Y/n snorted, looking at him over her book. "Charmer."

"Is it working?"

"It doesn't need to work, Ant, we're already dating."

"I've got to make sure you know how much I love you though," he pouted, and Y/n giggled.

"You've also got to make sure your company is running properly?" His pout didn't leave his face, and he huffed (again) as he turned back to his work, running a hand through his hair in mild frustration. "Ant?"

"Yeah?" He looked over at her, immediately perking up at the sound of her voice.

"Wanna dance in the rain?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah. It's not as bad anymore, I think we'll be fine."

"Okay, yeah. Sure."

Y/n pulled him up from his seat, and he all but ran out the front door into the street, barely pausing to pull his shoes on. They were immediately soaked, Anthony's white shirt sticking to his body and Y/n's thin top doing the same within seconds. She was right, it wasn't as bad as it had been earlier, and they were laughing as Anthony held his hand out for her to take.

"May I have this dance, m'lady?" he said, his smile wide.

"You may," Y/n replied, placing her hand in his. He yanked her in, pulling her close to his chest, and she reached up to move some of his soaked hair out of his face. It wasn't much good, since she couldn't see that well from the raindrops that fell into her face, but she'd practically memorised the shape of him. He held her close, gently swaying as the rain fell all around them, the couple only moving when a car came around the corner and honked at them for being in the middle of the road.

When they came back inside a while later, George was just coming out of the kitchen, piece of cake in hand.

"No, nope, stay there, don't move! You two are dripping and I'm not letting you get that everywhere!" he rushed up the stairs, coming back a few minutes later with towels and changes of clothes for the two of them. "You can get changed there, then put your wet clothes in here. Let me know when you're done, so I can dry them and mop the floor." He handed over a plastic bag, one for each, then left, heading into the library.

"Oi, turn around, Ant. You might have seen most of it before but I'd like some privacy, please," Y/n lightly slapped his arm, nothing menacing in her tone as she turned her back on him. She'd barely finished pulling on the jumper (Anthony's jumper, really, but she wore it more than him at this point) than he'd wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest to hug her from behind.

"I love you, Y/n, you know that right?"

"I do. I love you too, Anthony."

~~~

The Picnic

"Anthony, where are we going? And why do you have a huge ass basket?"

"You'll see!" Y/n had been chatting with Lucy in their shared room (not that Y/n used it much now, she was in Lockwood's so much), when Anthony had burst through the door demanding that his girlfriend come with him. Y/n had laughed at his antics, taking the hand he offered and yelping when he all but ran down the stairs, girlfriend in tow. He'd been practically bouncing while he waited for her to put her shoes and coat on, and his excitement had only grown the closer they got to their destination. All of a sudden he stopped, making Y/n crash in to the back of him.

"Ant?"

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Just... just close your eyes, trust me. Don't open them until I say, okay?"

"Okay..." Y/n shut her eyes, squeezing them so tightly closed she could see patterns. She heard the rustling of something plastic, followed by the sound of him moving around and getting other items out of the basket, and after what felt like forever he finally said "Open!"

She did so, gasping slightly at the sight of the picnic blanket and various food items laid out. "Wait, you did all this?"

"Yep! Well, not all, George did the cooking, and Lucy helped me carry all the stuff back from Arif's without you noticing, but the rest was all me." He looked nervous, something Y/n hadn't seen her boyfriend be for a while, and she realised that he was waiting for her approval. He was scratching the back of his neck, slight blush covering his cheeks.

"I love it, Anthony. Really, I think this is amazing," she smiled at him, and immediately he relaxed, his own grin forming on his face. Y/n moved over to where he stood, planting a soft kiss on his lips. "And I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, kissing her again.

~~~

The Aquarium

"Two day tickets please, we should get a discount too?"

"You agents?"

"Yes, Lockwood and Co." Anthony handed over his licence card to the woman behind the desk, and she handed it back with a nod of approval.

"Here you go, that'll be ten pounds altogether then please."

Anthony handed over the notes, then accepted the two tickets with a smile. "Thank you!"

Y/n grabbed his free hand, taking her own ticket and pocketing it. They made their way into the aquarium, stopping to read every sign and press their faces to every glass, and Anthony was sure that he was the luckiest guy in the world to have Y/n as his girlfriend. He told her as much when they stopped for something to eat in the aquarium cafe, and she'd laughed and gone pink.

"Well then I'm the luckiest girl to have you, Ant."

They'd left the table not long after, disposing of napkins and empty sandwich packets, and when Y/n squealed in delight and grabbed Anthony by the arm, he knew that the tunnel was just around the corner. Y/n was always going on about the tunnel where the fish swam right overhead, surrounding you with water that was held back by thick glass smeared with little children's fingerprints. She spent the next few minutes pointing out various creatures, and Anthony nodded along, listening intently to her descriptions of each one, from the largest shark right down to the smallest fish, a huge smile on his face at her awe.

"Ant, look!" She smushed her face against the glass, jabbing a finger at the ray that had started coming their way. When, a few minutes later, a second ray did the same, Y/n looked on in as much wonder as she had the first time, and Anthony found himself smiling softly at his girlfriend's apparently limitless fascination with the animals.

They sat in the tunnel for ages (they did have a day ticket, after all), chatting quietly about anything that came to mind, Y/n interrupting every now and then to excitedly list off facts about the fish.

When they finally left a while later, going around the rest of the aquarium, hand in hand, Anthony knew then that he never wanted to be with anyone else. She was still smiling at everything she saw, laughing at the pufferfish and marvelling at the lion fish, and her joy was infectious. A few times she stopped to talk to some small kids, exaggerating her movements and discussing the animals so seriously with them that anyone would think she was talking about the threats of the Problem, not seahorses. She was so good with the kids, and not for the first time Anthony caught himself thinking about their future together.

It was nearly dark when they left, having been kicked out because it would soon be curfew, and Y/n was pulling him along the pavement on their way home, still talking excitedly about her favourite parts of the day.

Yes, Anthony thought as he unlocked the front door and ushered Y/n inside. Yes, this is my future.

#I want an anthony lockwood so bad #anthony lockwood #lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #anthony lockwood x you #anthony lockwood x reader #lockwood x reader #lockwood & co #idiots in love #lockwood x you

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pasukiyo · 1 year

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RIGHT ON THE MONEY joel miller x f!sex worker!reader 2,959 words warnings; age gap, arguing, unprotected sex

“oh fuck. that’s it, that’s right. god, i love this pussy so fucking much, that’s it.”

she was lucky she was on her hands and knees so that the bum behind her couldn’t see her face. she was so incredibly bored, and to tell the whole truth, she just couldn’t wait for him to finish so she could get paid and he’d leave. she even felt like she could fall asleep right then and there, if there weren’t ration cards on the line.

so instead, she resorted to gripping onto the dirty sheets that were clearly too small for her mattress and whimpered, praying that her acting skills were believable enough to send her customer over the edge.

fortunately, she was a better actress than she thought.

“you like that, girl? you like taking my cock?” he panted, his hips stuttering with his release, leaning over her until his forehead pressed against the valley between her shoulder blades. she sighed as she fell into the mattress, her patience running thin the longer she waited for him to climb off of her. his palms soothed over her ass and she flinched when he chuckled, giving her flesh a few light smacks. “always feel so goddamn good,” he muttered breathlessly, finally rolling off of her, the mattress dipping beside her where he laid. “hope to do this again sometime.”

her hands found her blanket and she balled the fabric in her fists as she sat up, covering her chest as she reached for her shirt, slipping it over her head. “well, as long as you got cards for me, i’m always here,” she replied as she snatched up her underwear from the floor, stepping back into them and tugging them up her thighs. she turned to the man in her bed and cocked an eyebrow, “i’ll take them now, thank you.”

he rolled his eyes and scoffed as he sat up to snatch his jeans from the ground, digging into his pockets and pulling out a wad of ration cards, tossing them back onto the bed. she dipped her head in thanks as he redressed himself, rolling his neck while he buttoned his shirt back up, making his way over to the door. she followed close behind, catching the door when he threw it open. he turned around, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk as he ran a hand through his sweat-slicked hair. “see you around.”

she only pursed her lips and nodded in reply, ready to close the door on him.

all up until he turned to stare at something outside her apartment, his eyebrows furrowed. “the fuck are you looking at, old man?”

her heart skipped a couple of beats at this, and she peeked out into the hallway and there he stood.

joel fucking miller.

she couldn’t remember the last time she’d even seen joel, which was quite remarkable, given the fact he lived literally right next door. she guessed that the last time would have been just a few weeks prior, when her grumpy and, in this case, rightfully annoyed neighbor came knocking on her door one night after her customer had finally left.

the customer in question from that night was quite a moaner, and really, it was like he wanted the entire building to know what he was doing. he was so loud, and unfortunately, right in her ear, and she swore her eardrums didn’t stop ringing until a few days later.

it was safe to say that she was especially happy when he finally came, and even more ecstatic when he didn’t hesitate to drop her payment off on the bed and hurry off. she sighed in relief when she closed the door behind him that night, letting her eyelids flutter closed as she leaned back into the door, feeling her muscles ease and relax in her body.

that was, until the knocks on her door interrupted her peace.

the wrinkle in her brow returned deeper than ever, wondering why the fuck her customer would come back. she turned and swung the door open angrily, only for her breath to hitch in her throat when she realized that it wasn’t her customer standing there after all.

she blinked. joel miller.

her next door neighbor, the man she’d seen around boston a couple of times, even had a shift with him here and there. they never so much as spoken a word to each other, however, but it certainly didn’t stop her eyes from wandering. he was older than her, at least two or three decades older, but damn it, how could someone have aged so well in the world they lived in now?

and there he was standing before her, his eyebrows pinched together, clearly pissed.

“you know the walls are thin here, right?” his voice was deep and a little husky, and she flushed, ashamed that it had such an effect on her. “it’d be nice if i could get some sleep.” her eyes widened and her feet shifted beneath her weight, her gaze cowering to the floor below. “i— i’m sorry, i—“ her teeth sunk down into the plush of her bottom lip as she glanced back up at him, “i can make it up to you. what do you want? i can give you some of my ration cards, or i have—“

“just keep it down,” he interrupted with a grumble, “i don’t care how you get your cards as long as it doesn’t affect my sleeping schedule.” he turned and began to shuffle his feet away and back into his apartment, but something within her didn’t want him to leave, not just yet. so, she practically lunged forward and caught his upper arm with her hand, his breath hitching as he glimpsed from her hand back over to her.

“please, let me make it up to you.”

she was just going to offer him some whiskey or some cards and that was it— full honesty.

she couldn’t even remember how one thing led to another, or what came over her and possessed her to creep closer to him, her eyes trained on his lips.

she was surprised that he didn’t make any moves to pull away.

before either of them knew it, their lips were on one another’s and his hands— god, his hands were all over her body, he was practically worshiping her. and for once, she moaned— and not just one of her fake moans she’d emit for the sole purpose of working her customers up in hopes of draining more money from them— no, she moaned at her own will.

truth be told, she’d never ever been touched the way joel touched her then. he touched her with a purpose, as if she were a treasure to be sought, to be handled with nothing less than delicacy and respect. joel kissed her with passion, real fervor that was so intoxicating, she felt drunk on it. and when he finally pushed his cock into her and fucked her like none other had before, she actually came, giving her her first real orgasm in she hadn’t even the slightest idea how long.

there was no denying that she felt something towards him, felt some sort of connection that she had never felt before. it came so suddenly and all at once that at first, she hadn’t known what to do. but as joel nursed her into her high and she gazed deep into the dark, earthy soils of her irises that were so dark, they seemed to bleed into his pupils, she knew that she was fucked.

literally and figuratively.

but yet, it was in those ravines of dark umber that she saw something else, something faint but still clearly there. in that little spark of light she seemed to catch in his eyes, she knew— she knew that joel felt something back.

why else would he be touching her like this, like she was delicate?

it was because of that glimpse that she was so confused and truthfully, hurt and upset when after that day, he seemed to just never be around. at first, she wondered if he had left boston altogether. he was still her neighbor after all, how could she have not caught him early in the morning or returning back home at midday?

it was why she decided to stake him out, and it was then that she realized that he hadn’t left boston as she had previously assumed— he was ignoring her.

it was the reminder of that notion that drove her to mutter his name underneath her breath, ignoring the customer still standing behind her as she narrowed her eyes at the man before her. he glanced away and stepped back into his apartment, hand finding the door to slam it back shut.

thank god she was quicker than that.

just before the door could slam closed, she smacked her palm into its center and swung it back open, letting it crash into the wall beside it. joel’s eyebrows furrowed at this as he turned, like he was trying to just ignore her presence altogether. when he realized she wasn’t leaving, he turned back to her, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. “the fuck are you doing here?” he asked with a sigh, and the wrinkle in her brow deepened. “the fuck am i doing here?” she scoffed, shaking her head and crossing her own arms over her chest. “how about we start with the fact that this is the only way i’ve been able to see you for weeks?” she tittered, throwing an arm off to her side, letting it smack back down to her side.

“why do you care?” he questioned, and she rolled back onto her heels, teeth gnawing down on the inside of her cheek. she knew why she cared, the question was: how could she explain to him why? what if all this time, she’d just been misreading his touches, that faint spark she saw in his eyes that night? what if there hadn’t been anything there at all, that she was imagining things.

but then, why would joel seem somewhat nervous standing before her today?

joel usually seemed confident, and it showed in his body language that he knew what he was doing. but right now, as he stood there before her, his body didn’t seem to add up to the way he felt. there was something almost insecure in the way he stood— he almost really did seem nervous.

“why do i care?” she reiterated, her vision glossing over with a layer of tears, and she cursed herself for seeming so vulnerable, so weak. but she couldn’t help herself— joel hadn’t escaped her mind one minute since that night weeks ago. tonight, she stood before him, and she feared that it’d be her only chance to tell him how he made her feel. “i care because i— fuck, joel, i feel something for you.”

the lump at the base of his throat visibly bobbed when he swallowed, clearly taken aback by her admission. she scoffed and rested her hand on her hip, her opposite cupping her forehead as she tore her gaze away from his, trying to sort out her thoughts. she shook her head and blinked away the tears in her vision, although they were still there, evident through the sting in her eye sockets. “and i— i think you felt something that night too.”

she glanced back up to joel but he wasn’t looking at her anymore, his eyelids closed as he shook his head towards the floor. he snorted, but it was in his hesitation to reply that seemed to make her feel more convinced that she was right. “that’s crazy.”

she pursed her lips together and dared to step closer to him, and he blinked up at her, furrowing his brow. she rolled her bottom lip between her teeth and shook her head, the glossy barrier returning to her eyes and burning them. “no it’s not,” she murmured, standing as close before him as he’d let her. “you’re crazy,” he said again, voice firm but yet, still somehow wavering. she dropped her head to catch his gaze again, blinking when she found it, uncertain if a tear had slipped from her eye or not. “what is it? am i crazy? or are you scared?”

his eyelids narrowed but he didn’t dare speak, now avoiding her gaze altogether.

she knew it. she fucking knew it. she was right.

“are you scared, joel?” she repeated, “are you scared because you think you might have fucking felt something?”

he didn’t speak, but he didn’t have to. it was in the way he gulped and tried to meet her gaze to prove she was wrong but failing miserably that it was confirmed. she stood a little taller when joel straightened his own posture and looked down at her, the anger he felt before melting away and all he could think to himself was how much he yearned to have her again, just like that night weeks prior. she stepped just a little closer until their breaths were practically one, and for a moment, it was silent, save for the sound of their own uneven breaths.

“guess i was right on the money, huh?”

again, joel didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. instead, he circled his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer, the grays on his chin scratching hers when their lips surged into one another but she didn’t care, in fact, she loved it. she was like putty in his hands when he kissed her, her own hands venturing from his shoulders, up his neck, and all the way to his salt and pepper locks of hair, gripping them tight between her fingers.

there it was again, that feeling of being touched like she was made of porcelain, fragile and delicate. she could feel joel’s passion through every touch, through every feel of his tongue exploring her mouth. his grip around her waist only tightened when he backed them up and towards his own mattress, spinning them around so that he could gently guide her down into the bed, their lips never once leaving one another’s. his palms soothed up and down her waist, his fingertips sneaking their way beneath her t-shirt, tugging it up, up, up, breaking their lips apart so that he could slip it over her head. she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt as she panted, insinuating that she wanted it off.

he was quick to discard his shirt, and she made quick work of unbuckling his belt, letting himself do the rest. he pulled her panties down her thighs, skipping past the foreplay, both of them wanting nothing more than to feel each other as much and as deep as possible.

when joel bottomed out into her with just one snap of his hips, the moan she released was like music to his ears. he threw his head back and squeezed his eyelids shut, a groan slipping past his lips as he pulled back just to bottom out back into her again. he gazed down at her as a stream of tears fell in rivers down either side of her face, his name along with a string of curses spilling from her lips.

and joel thought to himself that this was the most complete he could remember feeling in years.

she reached up for his face and he obliged, letting his body fall down onto hers, their lips finding one another once again. joel’s pace was brutal, just the right mix of hard and deep that had her over the moon. for a moment, the entire world, fucked up as it was, and all it’s infecteds and humans and all living things seemed to melt away, leaving them, just them.

for at least a little while, it was just her and joel.

“oh, joel,” she cried between kisses, his forehead resting against hers as he pounded into her sopping heat faster and faster, and she tightened around him, chasing both of their highs. her elbows rested on either of his shoulders and his fingers tugged at his hair, her hips grinding up into his, seeking even more friction. she wanted him deep, as deep as possible.

she was drunk again, drunk on joel.

“oh fuck, oh, fuck!” she mewled and she clenched around him again, earning a string of grunts and groans from him. “i’m gonna— oh joel, you’re gonna make me come.” he nodded his head against hers, trying to catch his breath enough to speak. his hips dared thrust even harder, droplets of sweat dripping down onto her skin as he sent her tumbling over the edge. his hips stuttered when he came soon after, letting himself go inside of her, letting himself be vulnerable for someone else for the first time in a long time.

silence fell down over them like a warm blanket as their sweat-slicked chests heaved, both chasing air back into their lungs. joel slid off of her and landed on the spot of the mattress beside her, one hand resting on his stomach, the other sliding behind her head to support it. she turned her head and blinked over at him, her lips curving up into the shape of a crescent moon as she turned herself onto her side, resting her hand on top of his. with the arm stretched behind her head, he drew her in closer until she was nestled into his side, his fingers finding his blanket and draping it over their bodies.

“you feeling alright?” he murmured and her smile grew, nodding. “i feel.. wonderful.”

a/n; so that fic i was talking about earlier today… yeah.. finished this sucker all in one sitting while rewatching episode two lol anyways i think i feel kind of good about my writing here, so hopefully you all enjoy<3 and as always, feel free to imagine either pedro’s joel or video game joel

#joel miller #joel miller the last of us #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #the last of us #joel the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us imagine #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #the last of us fic #pedro pascal fic

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dark-fics-4-you · 1 year

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Nervous pt. 2

Dark!Rafe Cameron x kook!Reader

Synopsis: You never understood why your best friend's brother seemed to hate you until one night changed everything

tag list: @magnificantmermaid

Warnings: noncon, violence, choking, smut, unprotected sex, gaslighting

You were avoiding Sarah and she was starting to notice.

It had been almost a week since your sleepover at the Cameron’s and you could not bring yourself to walk into Tannyhill since.

After you left Rafe’s room that night, you locked yourself in the bathroom for an hour, and you couldn’t stop the bile that rose in your throat, as you sobbed on the floor and questioned everything.

How had you not seen it before? It seemed so obvious now, the staring, the taunting. It was right in front of your face, and yet you still didn’t get it until it was too late.

The thing you hated the most was how you felt like you could have done more to stop it. How you felt betrayed by your body because of how good his violation of you felt. You had laid on the bed with Sarah asleep next to you afterwards, quietly crying and ruminating in self hate, unable to relax enough to fall asleep. Even in Sarah’s room, you didn’t feel safe from her predatory brother.

You considered just leaving, but it was 3AM, and you didn’t think you were mentally stable enough to drive. Eventually though you must have fallen asleep, because you cracked your eyes open as Sarah stirred beside you to see sunlight streaming through her windows.

You quickly got up, wincing in pain from how sore you felt, packing up your bag, mumbling an excuse to Sarah about your parents texting you to come home. You couldn’t bear being in that house a second longer.

You should have checked if the coast was clear before you stepped out, stopping in your tracks at the sight of Rafe standing in his doorway, with only a towel around his waist, water dripping from his blond hair and chest damp from the shower.

Your stomach did a somersault and you quickly looked away. God why did he have to be here right now??

“Morning, Y/N.” Rafe drawled, obviously amused at your discomfort.

You didn’t respond, rushing past him to leave the house as fast as possible. Your skin crawled when you heard him call out to you, “Hope I see you around, Y/N!” and you pushed open the front door and literally ran to your car.

You needed to leave. You needed to be anywhere but here.

You needed to cry again.

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When you got to your house, it took all of your energy to drag yourself into the shower. You didn’t know how long you sat there, as the scalding hot had turned to cold long ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to get up. You just kept replaying last night in your head over and over.

The way he had pressed against you when you first walked in to Tannyhill, and then when he followed you out of the kitchen before pulling you in to his room.

Your wrist ached, from when he grabbed you in the hallway and then pinned you down on his bed.

You traced a hand over your sore throat, wincing in pain and hoping he didn’t leave any marks there. Rafe had really scared you last night. The hand at your throat felt like a silent threat. Make a sound, I dare you. See what happens.

You could already feel the soft bruises on your hipbones beginning to blossom, and you were happy those would be easy to cover.

You just couldn’t get Rafe’s words out of your head, the sound of his raspy moans still echoing.

“You feel like you were made for me.”

Your gut twisted and the tears fell again, washed away by freezing water.

When you eventually got out of the shower, you dried off and changed into comfortable clothes, throwing the outfits from yesterday into your laundry basket. You wanted to burn the clothes that he had pulled off you, now they smelled like him, which only made you feel worse.

You grabbed the birth control pills on your bedside table and took it, eternally thankful for your mother allowing you to go on them when you turned 16. You couldn’t even imagine what would happen if you got pregnant.

You picked up your phone, noticing the missed call and several texts from Sarah. You sighed and scrolled out of the chat, not able to muster up an explanation for her.

You were exhausted, and you just wanted to sleep.

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Days passed, both impossibly fast and torturously slow. You stayed in bed mostly, ignoring your friends’ worried texts.

You missed Sarah and wanted to see her so bad, but the idea of being in Tannyhill and possibly seeing Rafe again terrified you.

You didn’t know how to tell her, didn’t even really know what you would tell her. Would she believe you? Did you even want her to know? Ashamed, you couldn’t help but think about the fact that you came twice, a fact you were almost certain Rafe would throw back in your face if you spoke up about what he did to you.

You just felt so helpless. What he did to you was wrong and scary, and you didn’t want to think about what he might do to you if you said something. You were lost in thought when you heard a rap at your door and your mother cracked it open.

“Y/N! Someone left you a gift!” She said in a cheery tone. She was only ever this happy when other people were displaying you affection, affection she could never bring herself to show to you.

Despite your mother’s obvious mask of love towards you, you couldn’t deny that you were excited at the idea of one of your friends thinking of you and getting you something in your absence.

She presented you with a small silver bag and stepped back, but didn’t leave the room.

You gave her a look and she rolled her eyes and retreated, giving you some privacy, but not exiting entirely as she hovered by the door frame. Reaching into the bag you pulled out a thin silver chain that had a heart charm, with the letters “R.C.” printed on it.

Your heart dropped, chest clenching in anxiety as the meaning hit you. Why was he doing this? Was it possible he really wasn’t done with you?

Your mother squealed with happiness, babbling about how excited she was you had caught someone’s eye, but you weren’t paying attention.

Your eyes were fixed on the second item at the bottom of the bag you hadn’t noticed until just now.

Your mother finally left, closing the door behind her and you let out a shaky breath and pulled out the red lace panties. They looked expensive, and a glance at the tag confirmed your suspicions.

Your head spun and you felt your stomach twist, and you couldn’t hold back the overwhelming feeling of nausea, stumbling to the bathroom to be sick again.

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After you received the “gifts” from Rafe, you felt like you had no choice but to go to Sarah, needing someone to console you after the hell that her brother was putting you through.

You weren’t thrilled to have to tell her about what happened that night at the sleepover, but you hoped she would be understanding. You knew she had had issues with Rafe in the past, but she didn’t really like to talk about it.

You sat in your parked car in the driveway at Tannyhill for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably ten minutes before you could finally hype yourself up to approach the front door. You had texted Sarah you were there and to meet you at the door and she replied that she would.

Deep in thought and nearly quivering with anxiety, you knocked on the door, waiting for Sarah.

Your eyes widened as the door opened and you saw Rafe standing on the other side. Your mind flashed back to that night, when he had blocked the entrance to the house and then brushed up against you as you passed. You were frozen in your tracks.

“Did you get my gifts, Y/N?” Rafe flashed you a grin, eyes flitting up and down your body hungrily.

You glared at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking embarrassed and you pushed past him before he could react.

“Leave me alone Rafe! I’m here to see Sarah,” you snapped at him, rushing to get to the stairs.

He didn’t follow you, just stared at you, an amused smile on his lips.

“Oh yeah, Sarah’s not home right now,” his words made your blood run cold and you turned to face him.

“What?”

“She’s not here. Just went out for the next few hours. Happened to ‘misplace’ her phone.” You could hear the smugness in his voice and he began walking up the stairs behind you.

Your heart rate spiked in fear, blood rushing in your ears as you found yourself trapped in an all too familiar situation, the deja vu triggering your memories of that night. You almost couldn’t believe Rafe would be so controlling as to take his sister’s phone and imitate her just to coerce you here, but now you just felt stupid for falling right into his trap. You kept your eyes on him, not wanting to turn your back as you hurried up the stairs.

You just had to get into a room you could lock yourself in, thinking desperately that maybe you could call someone for help and Rafe could be held off until you got out.

“Y/N calm down. Did you like the gifts I got you?” Rafe was getting antsy, you could tell he was barely holding himself back and you knew you had to get far away from him or something terrible would happen. You reached the top of the stairs.

“N-no. I threw them away,” you swallowed, your mouth dry.

He didn’t like that, head cocking to the side and jaw ticking. You hated the look in his eye, sizing you up like prey he was more than happy to hunt as he stalked up the stairs behind you.

“You know that jewelry wasn’t cheap. The lingerie wasn’t cheap either,” there was an edge in his voice that made you think throwing that back in his face may have been a mistake.

You retreated towards the hallway, never letting him out of your sight as you inched towards an open door.

“Why are you acting so goddamn nervous? You weren’t this shy when you were moaning and cumming on my cock, Y/N,” Rafe reached the top of the stairs, voice low and controlled, but his twitchy eyes told another story.

Tears burned in your eyes, your rage bubbling over and you finally were able to say it out loud, “You fucking raped me, Rafe!”

Your words hung heavy in the air like you had just slapped him across the face. Rafe’s lip curled in a sneer, one eye twitching and he took a step closer, looming over you, and your stomach dropped.

“Stay the fuck away from me,” your voice was shaky, mirroring the fear gripping your heart. “Rafe, I’m serious, stay back!”

He chuckled, the crazed look in his eyes terrified you, freezing you in place as he leaned in and whispered, “Make me.”

His hand shot out and he gripped your throat, pushing you up against the doorway to one of the rooms as his lips smothered yours. The back of your head hit the wood and you struggled against him. His hands pawed at your skirt, gripping the soft flesh of your thighs.

His fingers trailed up to wrap around your throat again and Rafe jerked you into the room, throwing you on the floor in the process. Your knees hit the hardwood and you yelped in surprise.

His hand was in your hair before you could process the sharp pain in your legs. Rafe pulled you towards the bed, dragging you across the hardwood. You thrashed against him in a futile effort to break away, but he pushed you facedown onto the bed, holding you down with both hands pressed into your hips.

Rafe pressed his hips against your ass, grinding his erection into you. “I told you, Y/N. You were made for me. I’m not letting you get away that easy.”

You felt utterly helpless, knowing that no one was around to hear you scream, and you had no idea when anyone would be back. You couldn’t stop him from bunching up your mini skirt, pushing it up your back and out of his way. Tears sprung in your eyes again and you knew you were shaking with fear.

Rafe roughly squeezed your ass, the feeling of your soft skin only made him want to ravage you more. He groaned and you heard him pull his zipper down and his pants hit the floor.

“Rafe!” The panic gripping your throat couldn’t stop your begging. “Stop! Please, Rafe don’t!”

“Shut up!” He snapped. “Don’t act like you didn’t wear that short fucking skirt just to make me fuck you, because we both know you did!”

He pulled your panties out of his way, probing your entrance with one finger, and you choked back a sob.

Taking your dismay as moans of pleasure, Rafe curled two fingers inside you, brushing the spot that had you arching your back against your will, and he laughed jeeringly at your wantonness, “Mhmm, knew you wanted it, princess.”

You couldn’t speak, mind blank as the feeling of his fingers massaging your walls overtook any thought in you head. You whined, closing your legs and squeezing, trying anything to get him to stop. He sharply slapped the back of your thigh, knee coming between your legs to keep them open as he pumped his fingers into your cunt.

You felt him pull them out, and you scrambled forward onto the bed, only for him to grab your legs and pull you back towards him, spreading your cheeks and pushing his cock into your heat in one stroke.

You screamed, the pain was a hundred times worse than the first time. At least then he pretended he was going to be somewhat gentle.

Rafe groaned as he snapped his hips against your ass, not bothering to give you time to adjust. He loved the way you gasped and writhed under him, clenching around his cock as he pounded you.

He gripped your hips, pulling you up onto to your knees, one hand moving to press your shoulder harder against the mattress. You moaned at the way he stretched you out from the changed angle. His cock was dragging against your walls torturously, the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, only punctuated by your gasps and your teary pleas for him to stop. The utter disgust you felt for him at that moment was more than you had ever felt for a person in your life.

He paused, only to pull out and flip you onto your back, pushing into you again, teeth baring as he let out a hiss and his eyes hungrily took in the sight of you stretching tightly around his cock. His hand found your throat again, thumb tracing your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze and he covered your lips with his.

You couldn’t catch your breath, Rafe’s hips rocked against yours and the rising pressure between your legs had you seeing stars. Rafe groped at your chest, hand reaching under you shirt to squeeze your tits over your bra.

You bit your lip when he pushed the material aside and twisted your hardened buds, palming and groping at you when he heard your mewls grow louder.

His pace quickened, rutting in to you harder, and the feeling of him twisting your nipples at the same time pushed you over the edge, and you squealed, legs quaking, as he continued to pound into you. The shame of your pleasure burned on your cheeks and Rafe fucked you through your release.

“That’s it, good girl.” He hummed, tongue darting between his lips as he met your gaze. “You feel so fucking good baby.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, loving the way his cock disappeared between your legs, the way you squeezed him tighter as you came. Rafe groaned against your lips, hips still snapping against yours, tongue probing in to your mouth hungrily.

The room was spinning around you and Rafe was mockingly laughing at the dazed look on your face. “Aw, little slut can’t think about anything other than how hard she’s getting fucked? Hm?”

You couldn’t respond, tears falling past your lashes as your squeezed your eyes shut. His hand gripped your chin, and he forced you to look at him, getting off on the fear in your pleading eyes.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” Rafe growled, pace increasing to a peak before he stilled, pushing his hips against yours one last time as he flooded you with his cum.

You were still under him, shaking with sobs, and you raised a fist to hit him on the chest, but he caught your hand and tutted disapprovingly, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

You cowered beneath him, rolling to the side to get away, but Rafe stopped you, pulling you back underneath him with a sneer.

“I didn’t say I was finished with you yet.”

#rafe cameron #outer banks #dark!rafe cameron #dark rafe cameron #obx #rafe cameron noncon #drew starkey

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yaostars · 9 months

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JUST SOFT FLUFF

note: she/her prns, fem reader, fluff a/n: js soft fluff tbh nothin much summary: literally just soft fluff

kaiser

after a full day of photos taken and sponsors kaiser came home later than usual but as soon as he walked through the door he saw you waiting on the couch which made him have a ghost smile spread. yawning deciding to head to the couch to see if you were still awake. he walked over peering over the couch seeing you cuddled up. under the covers with a random show going on. he reached down and started to play with your hair then leaning down kissing your forehead softly. he parted a way to have a quick shower and fresh himself up.

he did that as fast as possible before making sure the bed is ready for both of you to sleep in. noticing the time on the clock he realised how late it was before speed walking to you quickly. what could be heard right now is his slippers hit the floor each time he had taken a step.

returning back to you carrying you in bridal pose while you stirred awake opening your eyes a bit while kaiser noticed this kissing your face. "go back to sleep liebe i'll see you in the morning" he cooed softly while opening the bedroom door with his foot. he softly placed you down on the bed then sliding in next to you giving a soft peck on the cheek. he moved the covers up so you wouldnt get cold in the night.

"night liebe"

sae

sae had gotten home before you which was strange but currently he was in the shower washing off all the sweat that stuck on him. he felt two arms hug him from behind making him chuckle noticing it was you. he turned around seeing you all worn out from work before giving a smooch on the lips then hugging your bare body under the water.

before thinking sae grabbed the shampoo bottle before taking some out onto his hands. he placed the shampoo onto of your head before massaging in making you hmm closing your eyes in delight. sae had noticed this and smiled. he moved you back a bit washing the shampoo off then getting the conditioner and applying it on the ends of the hair.

sae was somehow good at this washing you and pampering you. he loved taking care of you even if it was the end of the world.

drying you and himself off then grabbing some soft pjs changing you in them. he sat you down on the toilet seat grabbing make up wipes getting rid of any makeup that had give you panda eyes.

kissing your temple and carrying you back into the bedroom onto the bed before getting in with you. he hugged you close kissing the top of your head before whispering sweet words until you fell asleep.

#michael kaiser #x reader #xreader #fluff #blue lock #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae #kaiser x reader

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spaceshipkat · 1 year

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can’t stop thinking about how Stede is such a terrible person to sleep with bc the man is a fucking starfish who somehow has more than four limbs when he’s asleep, but he offers to share a cabin with Ed after they become co-captains and “the bed is big enough to share Ed, i’d love to share it with you 🥺” and bc Ed is head over heels for Stede he accepts, not knowing what he’s getting into. and then fast forward to that night when Ed finds himself spatulaed right out of the bed bc Stede the Flailing Starfish is at it again but Ed is determined to share a bed with Stede bc he is touch-starved and also he loves Stede but shush can’t say anything about that yet, so he decides to be proactive by climbing back into bed and lying down on Stede like a weighted blanket, and he expects Stede to wake up, or perhaps to continue to toss and turn, maybe even spatula Ed right out of bed again but instead Stede settles down and sleeps all the way through the night, as does Ed, and luckily Ed wakes up before Stede in enough time to move off him before Stede can find out what position they’re in. and then Stede asks how Ed slept and Ed says “fine” (because he did; Stede’s tits are great pillows) and Stede says he feels more rested than he has in years bc he didn’t wake himself up a thousand times from his usual tossing and turning and perhaps that’s because he knew Ed was sharing his bed and didn’t want to crowd him and Ed obviously can’t tell him the truth, nor does he want to, and so every night when Ed and Stede share a bed, Ed waits until Stede starts to starfish and climbs on top of him before he can spatula, and they pass the nights sleeping better than they ever have in their lives.

it gets to a point where Ed can’t fall asleep anymore without lying on top of Stede, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and hearing his heartbeat, but hey Stede never wakes up and so he never has to find out and Ed can keep pretending he’s not soaking up every single second of this to save up for the day this ends, and then one night, after a huge fuckery that left Ed exhausted, Ed is so comfy on Stede he doesn’t wake up first the next morning. in fact, he doesn’t wake up until he hears Stede shush someone, then slowly realizes Stede is combing his hair and the sun is so high in the sky that Stede must have been lying there for hours with Ed asleep on top of him, and naturally Ed freezes, having been caught, and rather than face Stede telling him they shouldn’t share a bed anymore if they can’t keep to their own sides Ed just bolts from the room and avoids Stede at all costs for days. doesn’t go in the cabin, refuses to be alone with Stede long enough for him to say something, gets increasingly more irritable bc he finds himself unable to sleep after getting so used to sleeping on top of Stede that nothing else is acceptable. it’s maddening! he used to be able to sleep hanging off a rope ladder, on the hardwood floor wherever he fell after too much alcohol, literally standing upright at the helm, and now he’s so whipped he can’t even find comfort in the hush-hush of the ocean against the hull of a ship, so he resolves to simply never sleep again until he’s so tired he passes out because anything is better than lying down at night feeling how alone you are and knowing how it feels to have what you actually want only for it to be taken away before you’re ready.

and then one night while Ed is on watch (he threatened the crew into giving him their nighttime watch, a skeleton crew of one, though it didn’t take much convincing for everyone to agree) Ed startles into awareness at a hand landing on his shoulder and he blinks at Stede, surprised to see him accompanied by Fang and Wee John, and he can’t read Stede’s expression because it’s a new moon and his eyes already weren’t what they used to be but when coupled by two weeks of sleep deprivation he’s not sure what’s real and what’s not. and when Stede says “that’s enough of that, Edward” Ed knows what’s about to happen bc he’s not been the greatest person to be around lately, sleep deprivation will do that to a person, but still Ed doesn’t want to be kicked off the Revenge so he starts babbling, not even sure what he’s saying, but it doesn’t seem to matter anyway bc Stede waves his hand at Fang, who hauls Ed away from the helm and takes his place, and then Wee John tosses Ed over his shoulder and Ed’s head starts to swim so he closes his eyes and doesn’t open them again until he’s draped over something lumpy and startlingly familiar, but when he tries to move he finds himself stuck, two vises wrapped around his back, and then someone tells him to stop struggling and go to sleep, and since he can’t deny he’s tired he just does as ordered and decides he’ll figure out what’s happened in the morning.

he has no idea how much time passes, since by the time he opens his eyes again it’s still dark, but he hears a familiar heartbeat, feels the familiar rise and fall of a chest beneath his, and when he looks up he spies a familiar pair of eyes peering at him from beneath a nightcap. and Ed flushes and stammers and tries to move away but Stede only tightens his grip and says “i haven’t slept since you left because i find it impossible to be comfortable without you right here on top of me, so unless you have some valid objection that isn’t ‘whoops i’ve been caught cuddling let me run away instead of talking it through as a crew so i can find out my co-captain is quite besotted and asked me to share his bed for reasons that are not entirely pure,’ i suggest you cease any idiotic attempt to remove yourself from my bed, Edward Teach” and Ed stares at him because he can’t have heard that right, he has to be hallucinating that look Stede is giving him and the fingers he feels combing through his hair and the racing heartbeat in the chest beneath his, but when Stede sighs and murmurs “i missed you” Ed closes his eyes and presses his face back to those stellar tits and lets himself fall back asleep because this has to be a dream and he’s not going to allow it to end, not when it’s just getting good.

it’s morning when he wakes again and Stede is still under him, still asleep, but Ed can’t help the sneaking suspicion he didn’t actually imagine anything last night, and then he hears Lucius snap at Izzy to get away from the cabin door because Stede has ordered they not be disturbed until further notice and Lucius will not have Izzy fuck up the promise of a month’s vacation (the crew has gotten quite good at vacations now that they’ve had countless since their very first) after Stede and Ed work their shit out, and by the time the conversation ends with a pissy Izzy stomping away Ed realizes Stede’s breathing has shifted and he turns back to find Stede looking at him with a smile and a shrug and a “well i didn’t know how long this would take and i needed to give Lucius something to make him take over first mate duties so Oluwande could work as acting captain in our absence” and Ed can hardly believe this is real, that this is happening, so when he swallows and wets his lips and asks “can i kiss you?” he’s not expecting Stede to blush and say “i’ll be quite upset if you don’t,” and he’s not expecting Stede to lift his head to meet Ed in the middle and make a small happy sound right into Ed’s mouth and to thread his fingers through Ed’s hair to deepen the kiss, and he’s not expecting Stede to ask if they can fuck and to take the lead when Ed stammers a “yes,” and he’s not expecting it to be the best sex he’s ever had even though it’s not actually anything more than slotted thighs and rocking hips but it is the best sex he’s ever had and he both doesn’t want it to end because he’s not ready for that and he also desperately needs it to end because how can he possibly survive something this good?

and afterward he accidentally falls right back asleep like a complete schlub and doesn’t wake until sunset, when Lucius pokes his head in to check on them and Roach pushes past to carry in a tray of food because they can’t survive on sleep and sex alone, they’re grown men how can they not know that, and Ed blushes and tucks his face into Stede’s chest when Fang says he’s so happy for them and Jim mutters about how Ed could have saved them all a lot of trouble and mutters something in Spanish that has Oluwande snagging the back of their collar and hauling them out, and when it’s quiet and calm and just the two of them again and Ed is eating orange slices he finally finds the bravery to ask “did you mean it?” and Stede sips his tea and asks “did i mean what?” and Ed eats another orange slice and says “that you’re…besotted” and Stede says “of course i meant it, Ed, or i wouldn’t have said it” and Ed didn’t think it was possible to blush any more than he already was or smile any wider than he already is but today is a day for revelations, and he mutters “love you too” into Stede’s tits and Stede takes Ed’s orange and sets it on the side table with his saucer and teacup and then takes Ed’s face in his hands and kisses him and it tastes like citrus and sugar and home

#our flag means death #blackbonnet #my writing #idk what this is #but y’all get to have it #ofmd #ofmd fic #gentlebeard

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