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Chapter 2 of down the rabbit hole
Chapter one here
MDNI
Pairing: Walton Goggins x You
Rating: Not much for this, brief mention of SA, mention of alcohol.
Slow build like novel damn length okay, Very Fluffy, Pinch of Angst, Relationship Development, Hurt/Comfort, Older man/ Younger(30s) women, Alternative universe, fictional work (IDK WHY BUT I AM PUTTING IT) Probably more as I go.
Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.
Note: they are both single, all for fun.
WARNING I do not have this all written out, I do have it plotted out, but it may be a little slower for chapters to come out. Please bear with me. If you know a Beta to edit please send them to me.
*Before we get into things. Thank you 100x for all the love. It means the world to me*
Somehow four weeks have slipped by. As always, TV series runs like a machine on fire while driving through a snowstorm. Long days, and even longer nights. You wonder briefly why you chose a profession that meant you average four to five hours of sleep. But then Walton brings the whole trailer their favorite coffee and you just shrug the thought off. Working with the cast and crew was like being in one big dysfunctional family. One part hated each other, one part was fucking each other, and another part just held on for the ride. You liked to think you were in the last group, but sometimes when you caught Liz glowering at you, you wondered if maybe you were in the first group.
“Why does she hate me?” You ask Trevor as you try to eat lunch. Fish wasn’t your first choice but it’s what they had had.
“Who?” Trevor asks, munching on some strawberries, how the man ate as much as he did and remained tiny was amazing.
“Liz.” You sigh moving your fork around the plate.
“Liz hates everyone, don’t take it personally.” He grabbed a couple more pieces of fruit.
“Have you seen the way she looks at me? Like, why bring me onboard if she was just gonna avoid me like the plague?”
“She’s jealous of you.”
You turn and raise your eyebrows at him. “What are you talking about?”
Trevor lets out a snort and chomps down on some cheese. “Girl. Don’t play down your talents. You have worked your damn ass off to get here. One of the best makeup artists out there and Liz knows it. Why do you think Mr. Goggins likes you so much?”
You shrug and pick through your food, the fish was not sitting particularly well. “I am not better than anyone else.”
Trevor swats at you playfully, “Shut up. You can wrangle through asshole actors like no one else. You take zero shit from anyone and you get stuff done on time or before they are needed. You’ll be one of the most valued artists in town in no time.” He chuckles and pushes his own plate away. “Just make sure you bring me along with you.”
You grin back at him. Trevor had never jerked you around like most others. He was right, you did a good job and people appreciated your blatant lack of kiss assery. You fiddle with your fork for a moment before deciding that you had enough for the day.
***
It was Thursday, which meant the week was almost over. The end was in sight and your bed was calling your name. You’d probably sleep the weekend away and indulge in some overpriced Chinese food. Your thoughts about sweet and sour pork are broken when someone announces they are coming in. Liz walks in and looks you up and down. Dear god, that woman has a chip on her shoulder. She went and pulled out a couple of empty totes.
“It’s going to be you and Trevor tomorrow and the following week.” She says her lips pressed firmly together, as she talks she goes through drawers grabbing different products. “Walton is here doing some scenes, Laura will also be here but she shouldn’t be on camera. If she is, I've emailed you notes and pictures.”
You nod, not bothering to look at her as you continue to wash your brushes. Liz continued to add to her bin. “Sounds good.”
“Look, I know we haven’t been exactly- Friendly.” You turn to look at the woman, she is putting the lid on to the tote. Writing info on a sheet of paper on the top. “But, you do a good job. The director has been very happy with everything. “
“Thank you.” You reply, giving her a small smile. “I appreciate that Liz.”
Liz nods back at you and grabs the tote, waddling out the door. It’s probably the closest you’ve come to liking her. You sit there for a moment, taking in the compliment, maybe things are changing for the better.
***
Friday is here, and you decided to bring some timbits to celebrate the end of the week. The usually bustling studio lot was quiet. Construction and Set Dec had busied themselves with various other needs. It was refreshing to have a little quiet. You had even been able to park your car right beside the trailer. As much as you loved the absolute chaos that was a film set, the calm was a nice balm. You knew that before long you would miss the chaos, and it would be back with vengeance.
Laying things out you felt like you could breathe. You had put on some gothic country on the stero, something that only you and Trevor really enjoyed. Both of you had moved from rural areas to do your job. It was another reason why you enjoyed his company. Trevor had set himself up on the second workspace, the two of you spreading out a little while the boss was away.
“Hello. Lady and gentleman,” Walton’s voice shrill as he came up the stairs. The man was a never-ending ball of energy. You were positive you could do a month of night shooting and he still would come in chipper as if it was his first day.
“Hey Walt,” Trevor said with a grin, it was hard not to be happy around the man.
“Excited for the weekend?” You ask as you drape him with a cape, popping off his sunglasses and grabbing his other glasses off the counter. As he rereads some lines.
“I sure am. It feels like it’s been an extra long week.” He sighed, rubbing at his hazel eyes before grabbing a timbit. “These things are delicious, I am going to steal the whole box..”
You slap playfully at his hand.“Hey now! Make sure I get a few” He gives you a crooked smile and holds one up. You don’t hesitate to lean forward and let him feed it to you. He swallows and looks up at you, as the realization dawns on you as to what you just did.
“Well-Umm- Next week doesn’t look to bad,” Trevor pipes, shooting you a look, his voice squeaking slightly.
“This is true, just the three of us enjoying a few short days,” Walton says, you are desperately trying to move past what just happened as you grab a moisturizer and apply it gently. His eyes follow you.
“I can certainly say I will enjoy not having to drive all over the place.” You reply, trying not to let your cheeks flush. Reminding yourself sternly that you were a professional and for Pete’s sake you’d been working together for over a month now.
“You have the craziest eyes.” He whispers as the two of you look at each other. There is no way of hiding the fact your cheeks are burning. Trevor graciously comes over and starts to fuss with his hair.
“Thank you,” You reply, words caught in your throat. Turning to start packing your set bag, anything to hide the fact that you were bright red. You look up to see Trevor raising his eyebrows at you. You look away and finish things up before sending Walton off to set.
“What was that?” Trevor drawled as he slid into the chair, the look on his face made you want to crawl under the counter.
“What was what?” You try to dismiss things even if your face is on fire. What the hell had just happened?
“He just fed you a damn donut hole and you are blushing all over Goggins?” Trevor pushes fiddling with a comb, and you really want to throw something at him.
You freeze a bit and look up at him in the mirror. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what? See the fact that you two have been goggling over each other for the last four weeks. You just ate food out of his fingers. Wait what does he taste good?’
You do throw a powder puff at him. “You. You stop it. I don’t know what the hell I was doing. It just kind of happened.”
Yes, you had noticed the little things, but really the man was friendly with everyone. He had always been touchy-feely, but maybe there had been more that you had missed, including eating food out of his fingers. You remember him kissing you on the cheek yesterday morning before leaving. But there couldn’t be anything there, there was nothing there you repeated to yourself.
“Oh give me a break. He brings you coffee and touches, and kisses your cheek every day. The man has been fawning all over you.”
You bite your lip and turn to look at your colleague, ‘He does that with everyone, Trevor. He’s just friendly.”
You’re now madly stuffing stuff into your bag trying to get out of this newly warm trailer. Trevor snorts and puts his things into his bag. You wish he would drop it, but he was never good at leaving things alone.
“You keep telling yourself that, sweetheart,” He giggles in an imitation Southern drawl. The two of you hop out of the trailer. You aren’t sure whether to smack him or hug him, either way, there is a job to be done.
***
It was a textbook day, Walton had nailed almost everything. The man could act there was no doubt about that. The character was a belligerent drunk detective trying to solve a cold case. The script was dark, moody, and well horrible. You didn’t shy away from horror, but true crime always made your stomach flipflop. Your stomach also flipped as you watched Walton go from looking like he was gonna bite someone's head off, to all smiles and laughter.
You, Trevor, and Walton are walking back to the trailer together. It was actually sunny out, a rare moment for the Pacific Northwest. Costumes had been busy with some extras so you decided to start with him and finish with the others.
“So do you two have any plans for the weekend?” Walton asks, walking in between both of you.
“I think I might have a date on Saturday,” Trevor replied cheerfully.
“Oooh and who's the lucky fella?” Walton sing-songed.
Trevor looked flush for a moment, “Decon, from props actually.”
Walton chuckles elbowing Trevor “Well that sounds like an excellent Saturday. Man is gonna have some fun.”
Trevor shakes their head and rolls his eyes “He better show or I am going to have to send you both after him”
Walton bares his teeth and growls, which send everyone into a fit of giggles. Decon be aware, there was a madman coming for you. You thought as you get to the trailer opening the door.
“And what about you, little lady,” Walton drawls, that damn southern accent creeping in.
“Nothing special. Think sleep and Chinese food are calling my name.” You reply as everyone settles in. Really that would be the best way to end the weekend.
“Oh, Chinese food sounds amazing.” Trevor pipes in, turning on some tunes.
“Who needs sleep, it's not that important.” Walton chides as you get to work. “I was wondering if you both would like to come to a small bar not far from here. Transport can drive us there and back, a few of us are getting together for some drinks.”
You catch Trevor's gaze, a sly smile spreading across his face. “Oh, I would love that! Little get-together with our mess of a family.”
“What about you?” The lead asks, rubbing your arm. His hands are warm, you’re surprised to feel a few calluses on his fingers.
“Oh. Yeah sure. That would be good.” You give a small smile, trying not to let your mind wander too far. If you were honest, the prospect of getting together with a bunch of coworkers was low on your want list. But the look on Trevor's face tells you that you aren't allowed to say no. Your stomach clenches as the memory of a wrap party gone wrong rumbles past your mind. You push that down. It had been almost seven years since that happened, these were different people. People you knew and trusted.
“Fantastic, I am excited to have you both there,” Walton exclaims before closing his eyes to let you finish your job.
Once Walton is released to Costume, you and Trevor busy yourself with cleaning the trailer. Getting extras cleaned up and making sure everything is ready for the early morning come Monday. You can tell Trevor has been watching you but you can't make yourself say anything. Anxiety has pooled in your stomach like a cold stone and you are struggling to shake it.
“What's wrong?” Trevor asks bluntly sitting down in a free chair. You shake your head and keep your hands moving.
“Come on now. I've never seen you get this clammed up over an invitation to a party. To be fair I've actually never seen you go to a party–” Trevor’s words trail off realization washing over his face. “I know you like your peace, and quiet, but what is going on”
You collapse into the other chair with a deep sigh. Trying to find the words, you really didn't want to explain things too much. That said if there was anyone who'd understand it be Trevor.
“When I first got into the industry.” Your mouth feels so dry even at the thought of it. You grab your water bottle taking a swig.“I went to a wrap party. Got drunk and a guy from Sound took advantage of me. So I've never gone to one since.”
Trevor looks shocked, sadness creeping in at the words. “Hon.That is awful.”
“It happened almost a decade ago. It's fine. Just makes me nervous.” You let out a breath. You weren't going for sympathy, despite it being the worst night of your life, all you wanted was understanding.
Trevor comes over and gives you a big hug. You feel tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. As you let yourself sag against him. You were so thankful for this man, that he was understanding and seemed to care about you.
“Honey, nothing like that is gonna happen to you tonight. We'll go together and enjoy ourselves. And if any man or woman tries to hurt you I will beat them with my handbag” Trevor reassures you with a small smile. You both chuckle at the last statement
You sniffle a little, grabbing a tissue from the counter to dab at your eyes. “Thank you, Trevor”
He gives you a reassuring nod as you both get ready to go out. You were determined to make it a good night one way or another.
Maybe.. maybe.. I will post the next chapter tomorrow cause I am too excited not to share it. Likes, comments, and reblogs are so greatly appreciated. Y'all keep this northern person happy.
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if i could go back in time — hwang hyunjin
⇨ chapter one : a loop of fate
⇨ pairing - hyunjin x fem!reader
⇨ word count : 1.4k
a/n -- first chapter !! i swearrr i have longer and better chapters coming ( they will be unscheduled for now, so join the taglist if you want to be tagged for them ty ) 😭😭 this was sort of a crappy "first draft" that i was too lazy to edit.. anyway pls enjoy to the best of your ability
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is there ever that one memory that your mind can't help but wander to occasionally?
mine constantly played like a broken record in my head, flickering like an undying candle in the crevices of my brain. an unwavering light in the blurry paraphernalia of memories.
i remember that day quite clearly. the day i lost one of the people i loved the most. the day my world came crashing down on me.
every day i throw myself into a whirlwind of grief, blood, and tears subconciously. i was locked in a cinema, forced to watch it over and over again in front of my eyes.
it physically hurt, but it was uncontrollable.
we were in the middle of the road.
drunk at a university party, the alcohol and endorphins in our system were going through the roof. we ended up stumbling outside the house for a breath of fresh air, and we were waltzing in the middle of an empty street.
what a stupid decision.
and i thought it was romantic.
it was, technically speaking — if you were drunk, that is. the dim street lights cast a warm glow over the street, showering our intertwined bodies moving in synchronized steps in a splash of illumination. if someone captured the scene with a camera, with the shadows of two figures dancing on the ground, you’d consider the view sentimental somehow. straight out of a cliché movie scene.
every once a while, through all the movement we'd step away from each other, and i would twirl under his arm with our hands still entwined. then smiles were exchanged when our gazes met, and his beautiful eyes would sparkle. i felt like i could continue on like this forever and not get tired at all.
but he suddenly stopped me and his hands rested on either sides of my waist, prompting me to face him. i stared up in his face, a smile resting on my own. a smile that was reserved for him, and only him.
then he kissed me.
it was slow and passionate. my eyes fluttered closed as he held me in his arms, time slowing down around us as there was no one except us.
and maybe it was the fact that we were drunk. maybe it was because we were so lost in the moment and so focused on love—
maybe it was both.
because we didn't hear the sound of a humming car motor until it was three feet away from us.
he heard it first.
i felt his body stiffen against mine, hands going rigid on my hips. my eyes opened, only to be looking up at a face filled with horror and shock, a strange light that i didn’t know from where it came brightening his side profile. confused, i opened my mouth to speak, but i was abruptly pushed away to the side of the road, my head hitting the cement before i could realize what was happening. my ears picked up on a crash, the deafening screech of brakes.
and a body falling to the cold, hard ground.
the last thing i saw was a familar silhouette through my half-closed eyes and a car just beside them.
then the world went black.
six years later
different people process breakups in different ways.
some people go on with their ordinary lives like it was just a speck of dust on the table. they pick it up, and throw it away.
other people, however, see it as a tablecloth, covering the entirety of the table. then they go get their best friend and cry to them about it. or if they’re unsociable, then they usually go to the club or the bar to cry with the accompaniment of alcohol.
that was you, frankly. unsociable and introverted.
were breakups always this depressing?
the atmosphere of the dimly lit bar was humid and damp. the air smelled of dried sweat and liquor. music sounded around the space, supposed to lift your spirits, but your face as wet with tears.
it was straightforward proof that unpleasant luck had landed upon yourself. your latest acquaintance, a guy named wooyoung you met at a club, was one another addition to the pile of failed relationships.
he was a perfect person, to be direct. he was sweet, bought you gifts, and cooked. a literal angel. not to mention, he was incredibly good in bed.
average boyfriend material, or so you thought.
it happened one night, when he was in the shower. he was over at your place, staying the night. you had hoped that tonight would be what you thought it’d look like.
then everything happened in a blur. a text tone, you getting curious, then accidentally finding out there was someone else.
another girl. it was almost funny how your suspicions were always right.
you confronted wooyoung about it, then he got mad and left after a very heated argument.
all the plans of an actual peaceful future were shattered in that one small moment.
you thought you had finally found someone who you loved, and loved you. someone who you thought could cover up all the pain that was buried deep in your heart, hidden by the bigger worries of your career and life.
thought, thought, thought.
all thoughts, never reality...
the hurt that your mind experienced when you thought of the cause of the pain could not be beared.
you couldn’t remember the last relationship that made you happy, truly happy. the only one that actually did ended devastatedly.
you also couldn’t remember the last time you got drunk like this.
usually you were nowhere near open to big amounts of alcohol.
the last time you’d downed more than five shots consecutively was back in university, at a party. but that was for a different reason than why you were drinking now. it was for fun, purely fun.
and that supposed fun had been cut off disastrously. it ended up in a pool of tears and blood.
but somehow every single thought in your brain always took a turn and led to thinking of it. the day that made your life become a turn of events.
it was a never-ending loop, and your thoughts constantly ran in circles, always leading to the same place. like a song on repeat on a broken cd player that couldn’t be turned off.
you took a swig of your shot glass, swallowing all the thoughts away.
you gestured to the bartender for more. your head felt light, and dizziness was seeping into your system by the second.
looking around the bar, you took in your surroundings. this bar was one of the popular ones in the city, the space larger than most others. the dance floor was bustled with people, but you never participated in the crowd activities, being too unsociable even under the influence of alcohol. you would’ve preferred to stay home and drink, but you forgot to purchase liquor after your last breakup.
the bartender placed another rack of tiny shot glasses on the table, promptly leaving to take another customer’s order. picking up the miniature cup, you stared at the brownish liquid before taking a big swig and finishing the whole thing in one go. your throat burned as you swallowed, but you didn’t care.
it felt good, strangely.
why was everything turning into something bad? something that you were scared of happening?
you felt like everything in life, supposed fate, was cornering you and forcing you to plunge in eternal darkness. the harder you tried to make things better, the worse they became.
fate was what ruined your life and was still ruining it. when would something good actually happen?
you picked up another glass from the rack as another customer sat down in the high seat next to you.
they were two guys, chatting and laughing loudly. you closed your eyes at the headache coming on at all the noise, adding on to the already bustling atmosphere of the club. you should leave soon and suffer your hangover.
“yeah, just back for some business,” one of them said with a laugh.
through the blur and ache in your mind, your eyes shot open. was it just your imagination? the glass of liquor stayed in your grasp as your gaze turned towards the guys.
you swore that you knew that voice, that laugh. it was one that you would never get tired of hearing.
but after what happened years ago, you thought you’d never hear it ever again.
the guy turned towards the bartender standing behind the counter to order his drink. your eyes scanned over his features, and you almost let out a cry.
it was the curve of his nose, the brightness of his eyes, and the pout of his lips that you knew so well. his hair, kept in the same length as it was six years ago, was now pitch black. you swallowed the bile that had risen up in your throat. it couldn’t be him.
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a safe haven l four
Post Outbreak! Joel Miller x Female Reader
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summary: After a few weeks, Joel finally realizes that he can’t stay away from you and he gives into his desires; Ellie and Dina start getting closer; you give Joel a special gift that once belonged to your father.
warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. (TW) THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A SCENE OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, EMOTIONAL AND VERBAL ABUSE. reader gets slapped. PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS. infidelity, implied infertility (reader), mutual pining and yearning, Ellie and Dina interaction.
Word Count: 7k
July, 2024
About twenty three and a half days.
That’s the longest that Joel Miller can stand to bear without seeing you again, and even then, he’d found that amount of time to be too goddamn fucking long for his liking—each and every single minute of those twenty three and a half days felt like an eternity to him. Joel had lost count of the number of times he had almost caved, almost scratched that overwhelming itch he had to seek you out, to satisfy his craving as if he were a recovering addict going through withdrawals and all he needed was a good fix to feel better again. Hell, the more he thought it over in his mind, the more he’d started to realize that wasn’t all that far off. You actually were something of a drug to him, and even though he’d only had a mere taste of what being with you could be like, he was already hooked on the feeling. One hit of you was all it had taken and now he’s a fiend and he wants more of you—he needs more of you or he’ll surely lose his mind.
Exhaling a labored breath, Joel reaches up as he wipes at his damp brow with the back of his hand. The sun is sweltering, beating down on him hard.
July had arrived, and with it came along the most unbearable and unforgiving heat. Winter had been cruel, but summer had decided she wouldn’t be all that much kinder. While Joel appreciated not having to trudge knee deep through the snow, he wasn’t too sure if he would prefer that over the way his denim shirt stuck to him uncomfortably, clinging to his skin like cellophane. He’d been used to it in his first life, having been born and raised in Texas—twenty one years later, he had discovered that he was no longer accustomed to these kind of blistering temperatures.
After returning from his early morning patrol shift, Joel had stopped by Main Street, popping into the market to pick up some vegetables to make dinner—he’d also gotten some fruit for Ellie. As it turned out, she had quite the sweet tooth. She had gone through about a week’s worth of apples and berries in just a couple of days, but luckily he had enough food rations left over for the week to pick up some more for her. Once he’d finished and left the market, he found himself walking over towards the horse stables instead of heading back to the house like he should have. He really should have gone home, but after twenty three and a half days of fighting his temptation as best he could, Joel realized it was useless.
Most, if not all, of his thoughts began and ended with you.
Sure, Ellie would mention you here and there over their shared meals together, and even though she had assured him that you seemed to be doing just fine, it wasn’t enough for Joel. It wasn’t even close to being enough. He had to see you for himself. He needed to talk to you, even if it meant running the risk of Tommy finding out. He wouldn’t be too happy about it, but if anything, Joel could use the excuse that he’d just stopped in to check up on Ellie. She had become something of your little helper, taking on the role of a stable hand after Maria had assigned one of the other hands to work in the mess hall. You’d needed the extra help and Ellie had been willing. She had to contribute and she liked being around you, so it worked out in everyone’s favor.
In reality, Joel trusted you with Ellie and he didn’t need to check up on her knowing she was in safe, capable hands—but the opportunity to use the kid as leverage presented itself and he’d be a fool not to take it.
He walks into the stables and starts making his way down along the open stalls, peeking into each one until he finds you—alone—in the second to last stall with his brother’s horse, Ranger. You’re leaning forward slightly, a look of complete concentration on your face as you firmly press the diaphragm of the stethoscope you’re using to the animal’s side and listen. After a minute, you hum and gently tug the earpieces, draping the instrument around your neck as you stand upright and pull out the wooden clipboard you’re holding underneath your arm.
Joel’s breath audibly catches in the back of his throat, an intense, fiery blaze burning deep in his belly as he drinks the sight of you in. The heat isn’t being any kinder to you than it is to him—you’re sweating profusely and your pale pink camisole is drenched and clings to your body, accentuating each and every curve. Every inch of exposed skin is beaded with drops of perspiration that you’d all but given up on trying to wipe away. You let it drip freely, allow it to run down the sides of your face, neck—it trickles down your chest and between your soft, supple breasts.
He swallows dryly, trying painfully to ignore the way his cock twitches against the zipper of his jeans as devilish thoughts begin creeping into his mind. Shoving them away, Joel enters the stall and says your name.
You look up at him, eyebrows raising.
Though you seem oddly surprised to see him, you still offer him a kind smile. “Well, hey there stranger. Long time no see.” You pause briefly, shifting your attention back down to your clipboard. Taking a pencil from the back pocket of your faded blue jeans, you start to scribble down your findings on the piece of paper attached to it. “You know, I was starting to think that maybe you were avoiding me or something, Miller.” Although you’d said it in a joking manner, he detects the hint of seriousness in your tone.
Joel shifts his weight from one foot to the other, a sheepish expression on his face. “M’real sorry ‘bout that, darlin’. I just had a lot goin’ on over the last couple weeks. Got real busy,” he fibs, feeling like nothing short of a complete jackass for lying to you. “I, uh—I had to do a whole lotta fixin’ up around the house, for starters. Between that, workin’ patrol, and takin’ care of Ellie, I had both my hands full for a minute there.”
“Well, if you’re here to check up on her, she’s outside in the paddock with Dina right now. They’re hand walking Luna for me,” you say, jabbing your pencil over towards the open stall window. Squinting, he sees the two teenagers out in the paddock, walking along on either side of a white horse, both girls observing the animal’s movements carefully with every step that she takes. You smile once again, though you keep your eyes fixed on your clipboard as you continue jotting down your notes. “Funny enough, if I weren’t so thrilled those two ended up being such good friends, I would actually feel kind of offended that Ellie’s spending a lot more of her time with Dina than she is with me. I guess I have officially been replaced.” You feign a look of hurt, causing him to chuckle. “She’s doing fine, but you’re more than welcome to go out there and check on her. I’m guessing that’s the reason you’re here.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“Actually, I came down here ‘cause I wanted to see you,” Joel blurts without thinking. Heat suddenly prickles at his ears.
You stop writing and your head snaps up in slight shock as you repeat in disbelief, “You wanted to see me?”
He nods in admission. “Yeah. I did. Besides, the stables are on the way to the house from the market. Figured it would be the perfect time to stop in and say hello,” he explains, unable to hide the slight nervous edge to his tone as he steps closer towards you. Joel’s closeness prompts a curious little sniff from Ranger, whom he would borrow for patrol from time to time when Tommy was on a different rotation. His brother wasn’t all too fond of anyone taking his beloved horse, but he’d made an exception for Joel. He pats the stallion on his thick, muscular neck. “Hope that’s alright with you.”
Nibbling on your lower lip, a strange feeling blossoms inside your stomach, a fluttering feeling—as if a kaleidoscope of butterflies had just taken flight inside of you. “Of course that’s alright,” you finally reply. Peering at the canvas tote bag slung over his forearm, you ask, “Did you get anything good at the market today?”
He shrugs. “Just some carrots and potatoes for dinner. Oh, and some fruit for the kid. Apples, berries—even got some peaches for her to try.”
Your mouth falls open slightly and there’s an excited glimmer in your eyes. “They have peaches?”
Wyoming hadn’t really been known for its peaches due to the extreme frigid temperatures during the winter months that would often lead to what you’d learned from Martha was called a spring freeze. It didn’t affect all of the plants and trees in Jackson, but there were a few species that simply could not survive the damage caused by the cold, bitter frost—peach trees happened to be one of them. You had seen a couple of the trees that were planted around the community, but only once had you ever seen them come into fruition. The first and last time you had seen peaches available at the market had been three summers ago.
Joel nods. “Yeah. Martha mentioned a couple of the trees survived the freeze durin’ the bloom period. Pointed me towards the bin and said they were picked fresh earlier this afternoon.” Digging his hand into the bag, he pulls one out to show you. He then offers it to you, holding it out in the palm of his hand. “Here, darlin’.”
Shaking your head, you politely decline. “No, I couldn’t. I know they’re meant for Ellie—”
“Relax, peach.” A small grin tugs at Joel’s lips as he continues holding it out to you. “I got plenty for her. Go on, take it.”
You flash him an appreciative smile. Setting down the clipboard on the two step mounting block behind you, you turn back to him and accept it, your fingers brushing his open palm as you take it from him. You eagerly bite into the fruit, groaning loudly as the sweetness of it coats your tongue and sends your taste buds flying into the clouds. The peach is perfect, right in between being too firm and too ripe. “This is amazing,” you say incredulously through a mouthful, prompting Joel to laugh. “It’s so good.”
You take a second bite and gasp when it pops in your mouth, its sticky juice trickling out of the corner of your mouth and down the side of your chin. Before you even have the chance to lift a finger, Joel reaches out and he gingerly wipes the juice away with his thumb.
Freezing momentarily, your eyes widen as he continues to sweep his finger across your bottom lip.
“Had a little somethin’ there,” Joel murmurs.
Nervously, you finish chewing your mouthful of peach and swallow harshly, as if the fruit had turned into glass. You thought he would withdraw his hand by now, but instead, he moves it and cradles the side of your face in his palm. You can’t help but wince—his touch is gentle, but you haven’t been touched there like this in a long, long time. In fact, any time that a hand met your cheek lately, it was in a rough and painful strike.
“Joel,” you shakily breathe out his name. Your eyes momentarily flutter closed and you tilt your head to the side, sinking right into his large hand.
Push him away, you silently urge yourself. Don’t be stupid. Push him away.
But you can’t bring yourself to do it.
You stand there and continue melting into his touch.
He echoes your thoughts. “Tell me to back off,” Joel whispers, grazing the soft, delicate skin of your cheekbone with his thumb.
Your eyes fly open, lips parting slightly when you meet his gaze. When you speak, you hardly recognize the timid little voice that comes out of you. “What did you say?”
“You heard me, darlin’. Tell me to back off.”
He’s standing closer, much too close. So close that you can count every single gray that’s speckled in his beard—so close that you finally notice the small scar on his right temple.
Your chest heaves as you struggle to take an even breath.
He waits, but you say nothing.
Joel leans down, bringing his face closer towards yours. Still cradling your cheek in his hand, he lightly starts skimming the other side of your face with the tip of his nose. He trails it down your jawline, drawing closer and closer to the corner of your mouth—that’s where he pauses. It’s only for a second, but to you, that one second feels like an eternity. He pulls back slightly, giving you one last chance to push him away, to tell him that you’re not okay with this—to tell him to stop. When he’s met with nothing but a small, needy whimper, he moves in to close the remaining gap of space between your bodies. Heart pounding, he takes the final leap and captures your mouth with his in a tentative kiss.
He tastes the sweetness of the peach on your lips mixed together with the saltiness of sweat and you taste something else too—something he can’t quite put his finger on, but it’s heavenly. He yearns for more, nearly aches for a chance to explore every inch of that pretty little mouth of yours. He wants something deeper, something more, but when he remembers that you’re in a public space in broad fucking daylight, he has no other choice but to pull himself away from you.
“Joel,” you whisper his name, wanting nothing more than for him to kiss you again. You almost find the guts to ask him when the sound of Ellie and Dina calling out your name startles you both, causing you to jump apart and tear away from each other.
The girls enter the stall just a second later.
They’re both sweating, their faces flushed from the heat.
“Joel? What are you doing here?” Ellie asks him, confused. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him around the stables.
Joel shrugs, nervously touching a hand to the back of his burning neck.
“Just came in to check on you, kiddo. S’all.”
Ellie glances between the two of you, arching an eyebrow. There’s a strange glint in her brown eyes that tells Joel she knows something had just happened and he’s certain the only reason she isn’t confronting you both about it is because Dina’s standing right beside her, seemingly oblivious to the air of tension in the stall.
“Did you girls need something?” you offer in the steadiest voice you can possibly muster.
“We just came to tell you that Luna is back in her stall. She did really well on her walk. Her back leg doesn’t seem to be bothering her anymore,” Dina informs you. “We also finished with all the grooming for today. All the horses on the list you gave us are all squeaky clean, at least for now.” She smiles. “Is it okay if we call it a day? Ellie wants to come over to my house and hang out for a while.”
“You know Talia likes for you to give her some kind of a heads up when you bring company over,” you remind Dina of her older sister’s house rule.
“Yeah, I know auntie. I asked her permission this morning and she said it was okay.”
You glance at Joel. “As long as it's alright with you.”
“‘Course it is.” He nods and points an index finger at Ellie. “Make sure you’re home in time for dinner, kiddo. That’s my only rule. Understood?”
Before Ellie can respond, Dina beams and takes her arm. “Great! Come on, let’s go!” she exclaims as she all but drags Ellie out of the stall.
Joel waits until he’s sure the girls are gone and turns to you, clearing his throat. “I should—I should probably get on home now.” Pausing, he asks, “I’ll see you around?”
All you can do is give him a tiny nod of your head.
“Okay,” he says, sounding relieved
He turns on the heel of his boot and leaves the stall.
Joel was playing with fucking fire.
And so were you.
“So tell me, does this town have some kinda weird ass rule that says every teenaged girl’s bedroom has to be fucking pink?” Ellie questions as she takes a glimpse around Dina’s bedroom. Her small nose wrinkles in disgust. The walls are painted a light pink color and it looks similar to her own room—but at the very least the previous owner of her space had thrown some green accents in here and there that made it a little less horrendous.
“What? Is pink not your most favorite color?” Dina teases her with a giggle, shutting her door behind her. She kicks off her boots, setting them next to her closet door.
“Totally,” Ellie deadpans, rolling her eyes at her. She gestures to herself with her hand. “Isn’t it just so obvious?”
Throwing her head back, Dina laughs again.
Ellie’s stomach somersaults. Dina might have been nauseatingly girly, but hell, if she wasn’t one of the prettiest girls Ellie had ever met—smooth golden skin, wide brown eyes, and long black hair that falls all the way down to the small of her back. Ellie had noticed the way several boys around the town would stare at Dina and she couldn’t help but wonder if she had her eye on any of them. Of all the fucking things that Ellie didn’t have the fucking balls for, it was asking her friend if she had a boyfriend or not.
Not that it matters if she does or doesn’t.
Right?
“Make yourself comfortable,” Dina offers, waving a hand around. She grins. “Feel free to snoop.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” She turns towards her writing desk, noticing a yellow flower beside a pile of notebooks. “Well, well, well,” she says, picking it up. She gingerly pinches the stem between her fingers. “A flower, huh? Who’s it from?” Ellie inquires, her back still to her.
Sheepishly, Dina replies, “Oh. That. Um—my friend gave it to me the other day. His name is Jesse.”
Ellie feels a twinge of jealousy stir in her belly. “And who’s that? Your boyfriend or something?”
“No. I don’t have a boyfriend.” She briefly pauses before adding, “Or a girlfriend.”
Freezing on the spot, Ellie holds the flower in a deathgrip. “Oh,” is all she can get herself to say. Throat bobbing, Ellie sets the flower back down on the desk and then turns to look at Dina. The girl flashes her a small, shy smile, causing her stomach to flip again. Awkwardly, Ellie tears her gaze away from her and her eyes flit to the bookshelf in the far corner of her bedroom. “Can I check out your stash?”
“Go for it,” Dina encourages her.
Ellie nods in thanks and pads over to the bookshelf, their shoulders lightly brushing up against each other as she does so. She starts looking at all of her books and one title immediately stands out and catches her attention. “No fucking way!” she exclaims loudly as she plucks it from the shelf. “No Pun Intended: Volume Tree. I can’t believe there’s a third one! Are you fucking serious?”
“Ah, so you’re familiar with Will Livingston and his hilariously terrible puns?”
Ellie grins as she walks over and takes a seat at the foot of Dina’s bed. She flips to the first page and runs her index finger down the list of jokes until she finds one she likes best. “What did the grape say when it got crushed?”
“Nothing,” Dina replies with a casual shrug, taking a seat beside her. “It just let out a little wine.”
She cackles and turns to the next page. “I don’t trust stairs.” She pauses for a dramatic effect and then continues with the punchline. “Because they are always up to something.”
The girls lose themselves in a fit of giggles.
As Ellie continues thumbing through the pages of the joke book, her smile fades slightly—memories of everything that had happened to her in the last year, everything she had been through, the people that she’d lost, it all comes flooding back to her in a huge wave that would have drowned her had Dina and her sweet, gentle voice not come to the rescue.
“El? You alright?”
Ellie turns to her. “El?”
“Yeah.” Dina’s face flushes red. “Is it okay if I call you that?”
Riley used to call her that.
When she’d still been alive.
Realizing that she was still waiting for a reply, Ellie carefully nods her head. “Yeah. It’s okay.”
“By the way,” Dina starts to say, scooting to sit a little closer to her. “About what happened back in the mess hall all those months ago when you first got here—I feel bad about it and I just wanted to apologize for staring at you the way I did. I honestly didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I’m sorry too. You know, for snapping at you. I got an earful from my old man about it afterwards. He gave me a lecture on manners.” Ellie chuckles and shrugs, her shoulder brushing Dina’s again. She had to resist the sudden urge to lean into her, just like the way she would always lean into Riley. “It’s just that I was so fucking sick of everyone looking at me like I came from another planet. Maria told me it was because I wasn’t like the other kids. She said I was different.” She pauses, nervously chewing her lower lip before asking, “Is that why you were staring at me? Because I’m different?”
“Yeah,” Dina admits. She notices the expression on Ellie’s face and quickly adds, “But that’s not a bad thing, El. Sometimes different is good, you know?
“Nice save, but that still doesn’t make me feel any better,” she mutters sourly.
Dina nudges her in her ribs with her elbow. “Well, would it at least make you feel better to know that I was also staring because I thought that you were cute?”
Ellie’s eyes widen as they meet Dina’s. “You did?”
“I did,” she confirms. She then corrects herself, saying, “I do.”
Dina smiles and leans in, softly brushing a kiss against her lips. It’s gentle and it’s quick but still enough to make Ellie’s heart race inside of her chest.
“Sorry,” she murmurs shyly as soon as she pulls away. She clasps her hands together nervously in her lap as she fixes her gaze on the floor.
Ellie reaches out, placing her hand on both of hers, causing the girl to look back up at her. “Don’t be. I’m sure as fuck not sorry about it at all.”
Relieved, Dina smiles again.
Ellie squeezes her hands and goes in for a second kiss. “I should probably get home before my old man gets too worried and sends out a fucking search and rescue team for me,” she mutters against her lips, causing her to giggle. She pulls back and stands up, handing the book back to Dina who shakes her head.
“Take it. It’s all yours.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “There’s just one catch to it. I expect you to tell me a joke every single day.”
Nodding, Ellie grins and says, “Fuck yeah, I can do that.”
Several hours later into the evening, you can still feel Joel’s lips on yours—his touch lingers on your skin. It had been burned right into you and it didn’t really matter how hard you tried not to think about it because you had crossed a line that there was no coming back from. His touch, his kiss. You would never find the ability to forget how Joel had made you feel. Not that you’d wanted to forget it.
You didn’t have any regrets about what happened back in the stables. There wasn’t a single ounce of guilt or shame in your bones over it. That terrified you. You had so easily and so willingly let a man who wasn’t your husband kiss you, and you found yourself wanting and needing so much more.
You stand in the shower, allowing the ice cold water to beat down against your back and shoulders. You’d normally prefer a scalding hot shower to help ease the soreness that came after a long day of tending to the horses, but after today, what you had found yourself needing was a frigid shower to cool off.
And it had nothing to do with the staggering summer temperatures.
You shut off the water and grab a towel from a steel towel rack mounted on the wall right next to the shower. Wrapping it around yourself, you carefully step out of the shower and then reach for a second towel from the rack. You dry yourself off before padding into the bedroom where you’d laid out your clothes at the foot of the bed. You tug on a cotton gray tank top, dark denim blue jeans that you’d cut off into shorts yourself, and a pair of old, faded black low top sneakers that were extremely worn out, but much too comfortable to throw away. After haphazardly towel drying your hair, you pull it back into a ponytail.
In a futile attempt to take your mind off Joel Miller and the feeling of his lips on yours, you decided to preoccupy yourself with menial tasks around the house until it was time to start cooking dinner. The fact that you always kept the place clean—damn near spotless—made finding chores to distract you from your thoughts a much bigger challenge than you’d anticipated. God forbid that Luke ever found an unwashed dish in the sink or a speck of dust on the counter—his perfect little wife just had to keep the perfect little home. He wouldn’t allow it to be any other way.
After gathering the load of laundry that you’d had drying out on the clothesline in the backyard, you dumped it all into the large, woven hamper basket and carried it inside and upstairs to the bedroom. Within ten minutes, it had all been folded and put away. Looking for the next thing you could do to keep yourself busy, you noticed a big cardboard box sitting over in a corner of the bedroom. It’s packed with the rest of your winter clothes—it had been several weeks since you’d asked Luke to take it down to the basement and he still hadn’t done it for you.
Rolling your eyes, you pick it up, a labored grunt escaping you when you find the box to be much heavier than you’d remembered it being before. It nearly slips out of your grasp a couple of times, but somehow you manage to make it downstairs without dropping it—or falling. You carefully make your way down into the basement, the old wooden staircase creaking underneath your sneakers with each and every step. Once you’d made it down to the bottom, you haul the box over to the corner of the basement where you set it down with about half a dozen others, most of which were filled with your late father’s belongings.
Luke had been nagging you to get rid of everything to clear up space in the basement, but the thought of getting rid of your father’s things made you sick to your stomach. They were all you had left of him, after all.
As you glance around the dimly lit basement, an object nestled against the pile of cardboard boxes catches your attention. It’s a black leather guitar case. Letting out a curious hum, you drop to one knee and lay it flat on the ground, opening it only to find your father’s brown, classical Gibson he’d been gifted the year before he’d died by members of the town. He’d always been fond of music, and before the outbreak happened, he would play his guitar for you and your younger brother almost every single night, right after supper. When word spread that his illness was terminal, the kind folks of Jackson surprised him with the instrument, hoping it would bring him at least a little bit of joy in the time he had left. And it truly had. Even as a woman nearing your thirties, you’d found yourself sitting cross legged on the floor of your dad’s living room staring up at him in wonder as he would play his old favorite songs for you on the acoustic guitar—in those moments, you had felt like a child again.
You’d felt happy. Safe.
You brush the guitar strings lightly with your fingertips.
Suddenly, you remember the night of the party and how Joel had told you he enjoyed singing and playing the guitar in his life before the outbreak.
You chew your bottom lip, thinking it over in your mind. The decision comes quickly, and you close the case and pick it up, ascending the basement stairs with it in hand. It’s half past five—you still had some spare time before you needed to get started on dinner. You figure you won’t be too long. Besides, Luke had mentioned to you earlier that morning before heading out that he’d be staying late at the clinic anyway—one of the women in the community had just given birth to a premature baby boy that he’d need to keep a close eye on for the next few days.
Leaving the house, you start down the road towards Joel and Ellie’s place, remembering it was the brown and green unit just a couple doors over from your own place. You make your way up the porch steps and knock lightly on the front door. You try holding the guitar case behind you, but it’s fairly obvious what you have in your hands.
As you wait, you shift nervously from foot to foot. A few more seconds pass by and Joel answers the door. His salt and pepper curls are damp, and the scent of clean soap wafts in the air around him, slowly making its way over to you. He’d traded in his dirty denim shirt from earlier for a navy blue t-shirt that fits snug over his broad chest and wide shoulders.
He says your name in surprise. “What are you doin’ here?” His dark eyes flicker to the guitar case behind your back. “What’s that you’ve got there?”
“Oh, just a little surprise for you and Ellie.” You toss him a cheeky, mischiveous smile. “Do you mind if I come in for a minute?”
“‘Course not.” Joel steps aside. He shuts the door behind you and beckons for you with his hand to follow him down the hallway and into the living room. For essentially being a single father, he knows how to keep a nice, clean home. Knowing Ellie, she sure as hell isn’t the one who tidied up after eight hours of mucking out horse stalls.
“Where’s Ellie?” you ask him.
“Upstairs. She just got in the shower a minute ago, but she shouldn’t be too long,” he tells you. Placing his hands on his hips, he peers curiously at you. “I’d ask what the surprise is, but just by lookin’ at the shape of that case, I think I might already have a hunch.”
“Jeez Joel, you could have at least acted surprised, you know,” you remark with a giggle. You set the case down on the antique coffee table in the middle of his living room and open it, revealing the guitar to him. “Surprise!”
Walking over to the case, Joel delicately picks up the instrument by the neck and pulls it out, giving it a once over. He lets out a long, low whistle as his other hand runs down the smooth, cherrywood body. “This is fuckin’ gorgeous,” he states. A playful look flashes in his eyes as he asks you, “Now, who did you go and steal this from, darlin’?”
“It belonged to my dad,” you reply softly with a smile. “I thought you might like to have it.”
Joel’s jaw drops in shock as he hisses, “What?”
“Hey, I wasn’t lying when I said we’d have to find you a guitar,” you laugh. “I’m a woman of my word, Miller.”
“Darlin’ I can’t accept this, there’s no fuckin’ way—” He tries handing the instrument back to you, but you take a step back and hold your hands behind your back, shaking your head. He tries again. “Listen, I appreciate the thought, but I can’t take this. It was your dad’s and I really don’t think he’d want some stranger to have it.”
“Please take it,” you request, sweetly. “It would mean a lot to me if you would. He really loved this thing and I just know he would be devastated if he knew that it’s been sitting in my basement collecting dust for the last two years.”
Joel’s momentarily rendered speechless.
“Please,” you repeat, adding an innocent bat of your eyelashes to finish winning him over. “Do it as a favor to me, Joel.”
He sighs in defeat. “Jesus, darlin’. Why’s it so fuckin’ hard to say no to you?”
You shrug, trying to mask the look of sheer triumph on your face.
He takes a closer look at the guitar. “Gibson. Y’know, I always wanted one of these back in the day, but I just could never bring myself to drop that kinda cash. I wanted real bad and now here I am with one in my hand.” His gaze meets yours and he smiles softly. “Thank you.”
“There’s no need to thank me, Joel. But don’t you forget that we made a deal,” you remind him as a teasing grin spreads across your lips. “You owe me and Ellie a song.”
“Speakin’ of Ellie, she’s gonna lose her mind when she sees this thing,” Joel realizes, giving it a single test strum. “I’ve really been wantin’ to teach her to play for some time now. Guess now I can.” He shoots you a look of sincere gratitude. “Thanks, peach.”
Peach.
As you recall what had happened in Ranger’s stall earlier that day, you let out a nervous, breathless laugh. “That my new nickname or what?”
“Only when I feel like it,” Joel replies jokingly as he carefully places the guitar back in its case. “Which might be all the time.” Closing the case, he turns to you. He hesitates for a second, but then takes a careful step closer towards you. He cups your face in his hand, just like before, his eyes flitting to your parted lips.
Lifting your hand, your fingers curl around his wrist.
You’d do just about anything for him to kiss you again—but the both of you had almost been caught by Ellie once already and you weren’t trying to make it two for two. It takes all the strength you have inside you to drop your hand away from him and step back.
You lightly clear your throat. “Um, I should probably get home and get dinner started before it gets too late. Will you say hello to Ellie for me?”
Nodding, Joel assures you, “‘Course I will.”
He walks you to the front door. He places a hand on the small of your back, his fingers brushing against the patch of smooth skin peeking from between the waist of your shorts and the lace hem of your tank top. Once he opens the door, Joel withdraws his hand from you to be safe. He doesn’t want anyone who might have been passing by the house to see any kind of physical contact between you and him and get any ideas. “Have a good night, peach.”
You smile at him. “Have a good night, Joel.”
You return home within seconds and head straight to the kitchen. When you walk in and unexpectedly find Luke standing there leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, you stop in your tracks and let out startled little gasp. “Luke,” you say his name, hoping he can’t detect the nervousness in your voice. “You’re home early.”
He stares you down from where he’s standing.
“Where were you?”
You can tell by the expression on his face that now isn’t the time to even think about lying to him—not unless you wanted things to go a whole lot worse for you. “I, um—I was over at Joel and Ellie’s place,” you admit to him. “I was only there for a couple of minutes, though. That’s why I left the door unlocked.”
“What were you doing over there?”
Luke sounds calm, but you know him better than that.
The clouds are coming in—the storm is brewing.
You swallow, your throat dry. “Just talking.”
“To Ellie?” Pushing away from the counter, he slowly saunters over to you with a dangerous look in his eyes. “Or to Joel?”
“Luke, please. Let’s just talk about this calmly—”
“When I ask you a question, you fucking answer it,” Luke hisses as he grabs your arm, his fingers digging roughly into the soft flesh right above your elbow.
“Luke, stop. You’re hurting me,” you manage to tell him through gritted teeth. As you squirm, his grip only tightens. “Seriously, you’re hurting me. Please, let me go.”
The panic is beginning to creep in, your body ready to go into flight mode, but you will yourself to remain grounded, to stay as calm as possible—dealing with him and his temper is frightening, but becoming emotional and showing him that you’re afraid of him always makes things so much worse in the long run.
“What the hell is going on between you two?”
“What? Nothing! I hardly know him,” you try to tell him. You let out a small, painful yelp as he continues to dig his fingers deeper into your arm. “Luke, I need you to let me go. You’re really hurting me—”
Finally, you lose your nerve and look away from him, trying to avert his furious gaze.
Letting go of your arm, Luke reaches out and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.
“Do you honestly think I’m fucking stupid? Or are you just that fucking stupid?” He spits out in a venomous tone that sends an unpleasant chill down the length of your spine. He squeezes your face, hard. “Do you really think that I didn’t notice how the two of you had come from behind the barn that night during the party? How you were out there alone together, with no one else around?” He lets out a loud, bitter laugh. “Do you really think that I didn’t notice how that man fucking looked at you even when you were at my side?”
Luke releases your face, shoving it away harshly.
Taking a moment to catch some wind, you look up at him and sputter out the most coherent explanation you can come up with “We don’t even know each other, Luke! I don’t know Joel—the only reason we talk to each other is because Ellie’s his daughter and she’s gotten really close to me since she started working down at the stables. He only talks to me when it has something to do with Ellie. His kid. That’s it.” You’re now lying straight through your teeth and all you can do is pray he won’t pick up on it. “Today was the first time I’ve talked to or even seen Joel in weeks. The night of the party, he’d told me that he wanted to teach Ellie how to play the guitar so I went over to give him dad’s old Gibson. You’ve been telling me to start getting rid of his stuff, so I started with his guitar. That’s all.”
It’s difficult to be certain whether or not he believes you.
“Ellie,” he repeats her name with a scoff. “What, you couldn’t bear any of your own so you just go around adopting feral little strays now? Is that it?”
The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. “Screw you, Luke.”
He smirks. “Hit a nerve, sweetheart?”
You know better than to shoot back at him.
Still, you foolishly do it anyway.
“First of all, don’t talk about Ellie like that. In fact, I don’t ever want to hear you say her name again so keep it out of your mouth,” you warn him, your voice low, seething. “And second, don’t you pin our lack of a family all on me just to make yourself feel like a real fucking man.”
You see it coming before it even happens and brace yourself for the impact.
The sound of his hand connecting with the side of your face bounces loudly off the kitchen walls.
“Listen and listen good because I won’t repeat myself,” Luke snarls. He backs you against the kitchen table and grabs a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck, yanking your head back roughly as his face inches closer to yours. “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again. You are my wife—you honor and you obey me, especially in our own home. The next time you run your fucking mouth like that, you’re going to be picking pieces of your jaw up off the floor. Do you understand me?”
Chest heaving, you nod meekly.
He pulls your head back further—harder. “Say it.”
“I understand,” you squeak, momentarily feeling like he might actually snap your neck.
“Good.” Luke releases you and stalks out of the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “I expect dinner to be on the table in an hour.”
#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x female reader#joel miller series#joel miller story#fic: a safe haven#fic: ash#joel miller x reader#joel miller x y/n
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Chapter 6: Thoughts of you /// Azriel X F!Reader
Summary: Y/N spends a whole day exploring Velaris with Lucien.
Word Count: 2,9K
Warnings: Cursing and lots of jealousy hehehe
Notes: I love Lulu so fucking much.
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Lucien moved gracefully around, hands resting behind his back as he greeted everyone one by one, he passed by Elain, just a tiny nod of his head as he knew she wouldn’t accept more than this and he truly respected her wishes. Azriel saw how she winced at the barely glance in her direction and how her hands closed in fists when he gently picked up Y/N’s hand and brought it to his lips before adding.
“I’m Lucien Vanserra.” Azriel hated him. He saw a shy smile creep up on her face, making her nod her head and offer him her name in return. “Looks like we’re going to spend a lot of time together.”
“I guess we are.” She replied, pulling her hand back to her lap.
Y/N had seen how Elain had reacted when Lucien approached her, the last thing she wanted was a jealous female breathing on her neck, despite her being with Azriel. He wasn’t that different, chest puffed and a scowl on his face, if she really would spend a lot of time with Lucien, she would totally ask him about it.
She felt the sleep starting to take over her thoughts, the day had been absolutely draining and her ribs still hurt a lot with every breath she took. So she slowly got up, exchanging a few goodbyes and promising to be up early to meet with Lucien so they could share what they knew with each other. Azriel’s gaze burned holes in her body as she left the scene.
He had no claim over her, and his girlfriend was sitting by his side, with the same sour mood and frown on her face as he was. He understood that for her it was because of the bond, but what excuse did he have for his behaviour? For that burning sensation at the nape of his neck, the simmering anger from seeing someone you love flirting with someone else.
He knew Lucien was naturally gentle, in a way he would never be. And the interaction had nothing much about it, but still. He watched her leave, her body slightly curved like she was in pain, he acted before he thought, following her with quick steps. She was already by her door when he cleared his throat.
“Are you alright?” She turned to him, a grimace expression as she turned too fast.
“Yeah yeah, don’t worry.” She reassured him and he scoffed. “Just a few scratches.”
“Clearly.” She took a deep breath. “I’m serious, if you need anything just ask me. I have some potions for pain.” She nodded.
“Thank you, Az.” His eyes widened a little at his nickname slipping from her plump lips. “Azriel!” She quickly corrected herself, blue staining her cheeks as she blushed in embarrassment.
“Az it’s fine, if you prefer to call me that way.” She avoided his gaze, and he found her really beautiful blushing furiously like that, he enjoyed having her flustered because of him.
“Good night.” She said, going inside her room.
“Good night, Y/N.” She liked the sound of her name in his voice.
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Sleeping was hard, she had downed the potion in one sip, frowning at the bitter taste, but despite feeling better, her mind couldn’t rest, still thinking about what those dreams meant. She always thought that the moment she finally met him, they would run to each other's arms and profess their unconditional love.
She guessed that luck wasn’t really on her side, after so many years, she was finally ready to love again and here she was, stuck in another world and having conflicting feelings towards an already taken male. Everything was a fucking mess.
Ruvyn had ruined love, he didn’t even have to rip her heart out of her chest with his own hands because she was fool enough to give it to him at her own free will. And since then she hasn't allowed to feel any romantic feelings towards anyone, no one was going to hurt her ever again.
But once again, here she was, thinking about the male just across the hall, wanting to tell him about the dreams, wanting to tell her that despite never seeing him, he had helped her heal, that he was important for her and she was glad that he was there with her, despite everything. She was a fucking fool.
Azriel wasn’t doing any better in his own room, sitting with a towel around his hips, hair dripping cold water on his torso and back. His eyes were glued to his door, like he could see past it and straight to her room, where he supposed she was asleep.
The ways she had said his nickname, that thick accent of hers accentuating the two letters. He had heard it in that same way so many times, more than he could count, but his heart remembered every single one of them. Because it was the voice of his muse, the female that walked in his dreams and lulled him to a peaceful rest.
Always with a kind word to him, sparing his damaged heart from further suffering. She had held him so many times, laid his head on her lap while she brushed her hands on his dark locks, calming him down like no one was ever able to do before.
He remembered her now, the softness of her hair, the plump lips always curved in a grin, the blue coating her cheeks whenever he preached about her beauty until the void swallowed his words and kept them forever. Those mesmerising eyes, the same colour as a raging storm.
And suddenly all those feelings made sense, he had no claim over her because she was a free female, but she was his, and had been for all the years he dreamed about her. He opened his heart to her and he was quick to let her make her permanent home in it.
His thoughts then turned towards the female down the hall, he knew Elain decided to stay because of Lucien and not really because of him, he loved her, didn’t he? He had chosen to go against his brother’s wishes for the first time because of her, but was it really love or he was just settling on the idea of never seeing Y/N in person?
Deciding to try and forget her despite his heart's protests. It wasn’t fair with Elain and he knew it. But wasn’t she just doing the same to him? He remembered her drunken form clinging to him, rambling about how she hadn't given Lucien a chance yet because she didn’t want anyone telling her who she should love, let alone some old, dusty pan. He had dared to ask if it wasn’t for the Cauldron, would she seek Lucien out? Her silence and refusal to look him in the eyes told him everything he needed to know.
He let his body fall back, hitting the matters. His head felt heavy and he desperately needed to sleep, but as the hours passed by, he couldn’t stop his frantic mind and watched as the sunshine started to creep up through his curtains and he released a tired groan, getting up to train.
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The two sat opposite each other, but the same tired expression and dark circles under their eyes like neither of them had a bit of sleep last night. Y/N sipped on a mug of hot coffee and silently stared at him. He did the same, hands holding a mug that never reached his lips, his food untouched.
So many things he wanted to say, but he didn’t even know where to begin. He opened his mouth to try but Lucien entered the room, saying his good morning and sitting by her side. He watched as the two talked about what they had planned for the day.
“Do you know Velaris already?” She shook her head in denial, she hadn't left the house, just to fly with Meraxes and neither of them was even bored to ask if she wanted to meet the city, he felt like a shitty host. “We can go later, I can show you around.”
“That sounds lovely Lucien, thank you.” Lucien was a nice male and she could easily see herself becoming friends with him, her mind drifted to another male who would love to be friends with him. She missed Fenrys.
A few minutes later the two were ready to leave the house, Lucien offered her his arm and Azriel sat there seething as he watched them walk away arm in arm and talking like old friends.
Velaris was as beautiful up close as it was from the sky. People greeted him and looked at her curiously, different scents filled the air, music sounded and she couldn’t keep her eyes in just one place, clothes, books, jewellery and every little thing she could see caught her attention.
“Feyre talked a little about your situation, but how are you feeling about everything?” He asked as they stopped near a river he had told her was called Sidra.
“It’s so weird when I wake up and it takes a while to realise I’m not home. I feel so lonely all the time, and the idea of nothing going home terrifies me.” He watched her, she was looking as the water kept its daily routine.
“I lost my home more times than I can count, so if you ever feel like it’s too much, you have a place in the Band of Exiles for you.” She looked up at him.
“That’s really kind of you.” She smiled at him, the sun coating her skin in a warming glow. “Thank you.”
They stood there in silence for a couple of minutes, just hearing the sounds around them, a peaceful quietness of people living their lives. Everything was so chaotic and loud for so long, wyverns fighting, Crochans screaming, blood dripping, winds roaring, people dying. It was nice to hear that silence.
“It’s so peaceful.” She started. “Nothing like where I came from.” Lucien hummed in agreement.
“Yeah, I understand the feeling.”
She then shared with him her story, about how the Ironteeth killed the Crochans and how Rhiannon cursed their land and they were forced into exile for 500 years, until the last Crochan queen freed them. How they were raised in violence and savagery, bloodlust warriors that never knew love.
She didn’t know why, but he had this softness in him, this comforting aura that made her feel comfortable enough to share those things with him, and he just listened attentively, nodding his head and accepting her story.
Her lips started to form the story of how on her seventeen birthday, when she wasn’t under the protection of the elders anymore, a group of Yellowlegs tried to go for her, they wanted to torture her for fun and to teach her a lesson. How a 5 years older than her Asterin stopped them, doing with them what they planned to do with her. How since then Asterin always looked after her, treating her like a younger sister and how she learned what love was with her.
Despite everything they were teached, Asterin was kind. She was the force that kept her going, until she wasn’t there anymore to keep her standing. She left out the part about Ruvyn, still too hurt to share this with anyone, her endless shame about how she let him trick her. She also left out the part of where she was forced to help with Asterin’s birth and how she took her stillborn baby away from the Matron’s hands. How she had suffered from that, still carrying the marks of her choices on her skin.
When she finished, she felt the tears falling, quickly wiping them away, feeling the shame take over her once again. Lucien turned to her fully, his hands grabbing hers in a reassuring grip.
“You’ve been through so much, you’re so strong and I’m happy I have met you.” He sounded genuine and she could only return that. And then it was his time to tell his story.
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The two of them returned to the house at dinner time, they had talked about their current problems. She shared what she knew about the Valg and he shared about his problems with Koschei and how he wanted to help Vassa out of his spell.
Koschei’s powers sounded awfully familiar to her, and she had a suspicion that he either was possessed by a Valg, or he was somehow a Valg prince, which would make sense if he was summoning Ridderaks and making spells like the one he did for Vassa. The only part that didn’t make any sense was turning her into a firebird, as valgs weren’t very fond of the element.
She had asked him to take her to the lake, to see Koschei and investigate the surroundings of his home, anything that could tell her more about him. Lucien had agreed but he was going to talk with Rhysand first to make sure they were all on the same page about their next steps. If her suspicions were correct, she could bet he had a wyrdkey somewhere in that cabin, one that could take her home, if she managed to reopen the gate Aelin closed.
She had taken Lucien to meet Meraxes before the two went inside, talking about Meraxes taking a look at him and rolling his eyes before he sneezed on top of Lucien. The two laughed as they walked inside, the family once again gathered on the dinner table.
“I see you two had a nice day in town.” Feyre spoke, she looked at the two with a confident gleam, like she knew putting the two together would work.
“We sure did.” The male agreed while Y/N gave her a thumbs up.
“How are your ribs?” Nesta asked concerned, she had seen how ugly the wound was.
“They are better, I have to see that lovely lady again in two days.” Nesta nodded.
“I’ll go with you.” She offered and Y/N smiled at her, she liked Nesta, despite not spending that much time with her, something about the female made her really fond of her.
“I appreciate it.” She winked at Nesta. “I can give you a ride.” Cassian growled.
“My mate just rides me.” The whole table burst out laughing.
“I’m sure she does, big boy.” Y/N replied and he shook his head in her direction.
Lucien passed her a goblet of wine, and the two sat together in the remaining seats, plates appearing for them and they started to fill it with food.
“I decided that we should go to Hewn City in four days.” Rhysand announced and she raised an eyebrow at him.
“It’s a part of our court, tell you the details later.” Nesta whispered her way.
“You’re invited to go, we heard of some older books there that could be helpful.” Rhys dipped his chin towards Y/N.
“Yeah, the more we have, the better.” Feyre clapped.
“Good, Lucien will go as our emissary and you as his companion.” Feyre had already asked him and he was totally fine with that. “We can also enjoy the opportunity to ask Eris if he knows anything about it.”
“Eris will be there?” Lucien asked.
“He will, is this okay for you?” Feyre asked with worry.
“It’s fine Feyre, thank you.” Lucien took a sip of his own wine. “It’s just been a while since I saw him away from Beron, that’s all.”
“I’ll be there with you, I can scare whoever tries to do anything away.” She clicked her jaw, releasing her teeth and giving him a big smile. Lucien laughed.
“Thank you.” Someone smashed their glass against the table, and Y/N turned her head to see a very angry Azriel looking at them and a raging Elain.
“Can we have a talk? In private?” She flared her nose, hands shaking slightly.
“After dinner I would love to talk to you, but now I’m eating.” Elain started to shake even more, that would be a fun talk.
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The chill air of the night made her body shiver, she had followed Elain outside, her frame a good amount of inches taller than her, her frame towering Elain’s delicate one.
“So…” She started with boredom, hands resting on the fence behind her. “What did you want to talk about?”
“I want you to get away from Lucien.” She ordered, and Y/N felt the urge to laugh.
“I thought you were Azriel’s girlfriend.” She said, a grin plastered on her face and an eyebrow raised.
“That doesn’t matter.” Elain marched towards her. “Get away from my mate.” She pointed a finger towards her, poking her chest. Y/N pushed her body away from the fence, standing against Elain.
“First, no.” Elain scoffed.
“What do you mean no?”
“Exactly that, no! I need him to help me and I’ll help him with his friend in any way I can, you bubbling with anger and threatening me won’t change that.” She took a step forward, forcing Elain to take one backwards. “And second, don’t play with him, he’s a nice male and doesn’t deserve this kind of shit. Either you dump your little boyfriend and rightfully claim your mate, or you can get the fuck away from him and leave him live his life as he pleases.”
“Who do you think you are to talk about this?” Elain deflated, her words hitting exactly where they were meant to be.
“I’m no one.” Y/N turned to walk away from her. “I’m just very good at observation.”
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pick a pile: "It's about timing"
take a breath, close your eyes and ask yourself a time-related question. then, open your eyes and choose the photo or number that calls you the most to find out about the possible amount of time needed for/time span in which the subject you're enquiring about may manifest or start manifesting for you. reminder timing can change according on different factors: this reading mainly wants to provide some kind of general advice/have a calming effect.
don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. if you're not called by any pile, let this reading slid as it may not hold messages for you. if you're called by more than one pile, there may be messages in each of those piles. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you. energies can change and readings are based on present ones (as you read); you're always in charge of your life.
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pile 1
timing: present time, short time, imminent (2 months max.)
it depends also on your ability to focus on what you can control/yourself (keep your mind in check as it may sabotage you through insecurities and similar)/stay grounded. you're attracting your blessings anyway, just try to stay as calm as you can and keep working.
song: still life | dawn golden
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pile 2
timing: next year, more likely end of the year or late autumn. I heard july too (could be specific for some or a confirmation -eg. a birth month). it may be also when you are near to close a cycle in your life (end of self insecurities)/divine timing.
you'll balancing out something in your life too, either your inner/outer self or two endeavours or simply two energies.
song: dynamite | bts
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pile 3
timing: in 10 months-2 years. march could be a favorable month or a confirmation of some kind (eg. birth month).
go slow, keep working on your happiness and be determined. If this is really what you want and what really makes you happy too, it will be (check within during these months).
song: i like | kut klose
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pile 4
timing: 8 months or 2-4 years.
something needs to be changed within you or your approach to this matter. even if you cannot see it well yet and it feels so far away, be hopeful and more determined. you may meet help on the way. "a pinch of belief" (dunno what it means or if it resonates with anyone... maybe somebody wants to cook something?)
song: easy | danileigh, chris brown
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timing: it's a surprise!
keep working on healing your heart, especially from negative past experiences/emotions you may still carry within and find a hard time to free yourself from. try to not overworry if you can. take good care of you and be kind with yourself if it's taking a while: it's okay, even if it seems unbearable at times. be patient.
song: heart to heart | mac demarco
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pile 6
timing: when you start a new cycle or you are in a moment of reflection/pause. divine timing.
might happen suddenly and shake things up a bit. try to close that hurtful chapter and take time for yourself. grow your confidence. let the Universe work for you behind the scenes.
song: butterfly | crazy town
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Could you do one where the reader is reading a very spicy book and Rhys notices and decides to make them keep reading a certain scene while he fucks them🫢🫢
Bookworm
Rhysand x Reader
a/n: y’all have VERY vivid imaginations. It’s okay bc me too. Requests are still open!! Smut/Kink prompts
nsfw under the cut (18+ please)
The feeling of Rhys’s lips against the crook of your neck drew your attention away from your book.
You tilted your head to give him more access, shifting in the chair you lounged in.
“What are you reading, darling?” he asked, but you were certain he already knew the answer; your flushed cheeks and the scent of your arousal in the air were hint enough.
You decided to play ignorant. “Just another romance book,” you murmured in response, refocusing your attention on the novel in your hands.
Rhys smiled against your neck. “Oh? What’s it about?” he questioned, trailing his hands along your sides.
Your breath hitched at his touch. “They’ve been friends for years, but refused to admit their feelings for each other,” you explained. “I was on a particularly interesting chapter.”
“Mm. Read it to me,” Rhys said, teeth grazing along the side of your neck.
“W-What?”
“I’m curious. It has to be good, if you’re this flustered,” he teased, his hands trailing underneath your sweater, and over your breasts.
A soft moan fell from your lips, and you leaned into his touch. Your eyes snapped open as Rhys withdrew his hand, a wide grin plastering his face.
“If you want me to touch you, you’ll read the book for me,” Rhys said, eyes dark with lust.
“You can’t be serious,” you replied, almost pouting.
“Try me.”
His tone sounded final, and you didn’t want to test him. So, you trained your eyes on the book, and began reading. “His large hands skimmed underneath her sweater, toying with her nipples until they formed into hard peaks—“
You gasped quietly as Rhys mimicked the same motions, his lips attaching to your neck again. “I don’t recall telling you to stop,” he whispered.
You swallowed thickly, continuing. “He kneeled in front of her, trailing kisses up her soft, bare thighs…”
Rhys kneeled in front of you, a wicked grin on his face. “Lift your hips for me,” he said. You obliged him immediately, and he slowly pulled your underwear down, throwing your legs over his shoulders.
“Rhys…” you whimpered as he marked his way along your thigh, stopping just shy of your cunt.
He looked up at you, pupils blown. “Keep going, darling. Unless you want me to stop?”
You let out a shaky breath, reading the next paragraph. “He swiped his tongue through her folds—fuck—before latching his lips to her clit—gods, Rhys—“
I’d suggest you continue reading, darling. Rhys spoke in your mind, lips still sucking harshly on your clit.
“He buried two fingers inside her, curling them against—oh—against her walls.”
You were already drawing close to your orgasm, and Rhys could tell, his fingers working faster.
“Rhys—Rhys, fuck, just like that, please.”
You could feel Rhys’s amusement down the bond as he spoke in your mind again. I love when you get desperate for me. Come on my fingers, darling.
You came undone immediately, dropping the book and tangling your hands in his hair as your body shuddered in pleasure.
Rhys didn’t give you the chance to catch your breath before he was picking you up, carrying you towards your bedroom.
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OUTLAW (11)
ATEEZ ot8 x Reader
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Assault, Sexual Assault, blood (This chapter is a bit heavier than the past ones. It's probably going to be the only that has graphic scenes such as this one.)
It was that time again in the night when everyone was going home to rest. Yeosang had walked up behind you at the front desk, placing his hand on your waist. You took a glance at his arm, feeling heat seep into your skin from over your dress. Ever since the day you spent with them
“I'll see you two in the morning.” Yeosang told both you and Seonghwa. The older man had the night shift that day so he would be staying. “Goodnight, Honey.” His thumb rubbed against your clothing, a small smile playing on the man’s face.
“Goodnight, Yeosang.” You told him. “Be careful.”
You were left to count some of the money while Seonghwa read over the guest lists and wrote down who paid their room days. After you finished with what you needed to, you moved around the counter to get on with the last of your things.
“I'm on trash duty.” You hummed. Seonghwa continued on with his tasks, rubbing a hand on your hip as you both passed each other. With a sigh, you picked up the large bags and begun your trek out to the trash cans.
While most would have their own trash cans, as a business you had to share with others. And yours was stationed on the other side of the hotel between another building. It took a good 5 minutes in total to reach the alleyway and head back inside.
Just as you closed the lid to the large trash bin, you heard squeaks and a panicked voice. Walking out of the alley, you glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed. The sun had begun to set earlier than usual so most people were already hiding inside their homes. The crying began to get louder which prompted you to investigate. Walking across the street, you found yourself in the alley across from the hotel.
Your eyes went wide and air was sucked out of your lungs when you saw three men roughly grabbing a woman. You didn’t stop to think about what to do, you did the first thing that came to mind. That was to shout.
“Hey!” You screamed. “Let go of her!”
You rushed into the scene, blinded by rage to realize you had quickly formed your hand into a fist and slammed it into one of the men’s cheek. Your rings had helped to aid you in your bout seeing as they caused scratches along the man’s face. Blood began to pool on his skin as he sucked on his teeth.
The men had paused in their actions of gripping the woman, turning to you. The one you had injured moved a finger to touch his wound, scoffing at the pool that stained his fingers. The other two men had dropped the woman they were holding onto which moved you into action to hold onto her.
“Run.” You told her, getting your brain to move into flight mode after the adrenaline wore off. You pushed her in front of you, feet scoffing the floor. Just as she took off, someone gripped onto your hair causing you to let out a yelp. “Get away!” You shouted when you saw the girl turn around to look at you.
You immediately fell to the ground in protest, becoming dead weight for them. You clawed at the hand that was twisting your hair, kicking your legs. “Grab her.” Your eyes shut tight at his words, kicking you feet more as the other two men moved to get your legs.
You screamed and raised your legs, hitting one man in the nose with the heel of your boot. You hooked your ankle around one of the man’s pulling it towards you to trip him up. They growled at you in frustration, getting angry before pinning you to the floor instead of picking you up.
“Shit. You just lost us our good time.” The one you punched sneered, coming around to kneel over you. “Now you gotta pay us back.”
Your eyes opened wide when the man pulled out a pocket knife, pressing it into your cheek. You began to breathe hard, panic seizing in your chest. A whimper fell from your lips as the man moved the knife down.
“Seong-Seonghwa!” You cried meekly, hoping that maybe the man had walked out to find you. You were a good way from the front of the hotel and the way you called out wasn’t loud enough for anyone to hear.
You could remember the entire of your life in that moment. Tears welled in your eyes as the regrets of things you did and didn’t do came to mind. You had thought you were happy before but looking back on it there was so much you were missing out on. You didn’t get the chance to see more than just Cromer. You didn’t get to learn more lessons that would help you to grow as a person. You didn’t want to give up on those things just yet though.
“No one's here to save you. Should've minded your business.” The man on top of you laughed. You scrunched up your nose, spitting in the man’s face as the thought of your life ending made you angry.
“You feisty bitch.” A scream bubbled from your throat as the man nicked at the skin under your jaw. “Not so tough now are you. Look at her, there are tears in her eyes.” He laughed.
Just as the man’s hands began to touch your leg a gunshot rang out through the area causing you to scream when the man holding your right arm fell over and blood splattered on your face. You squeezed your eyes shut, flinching when another shot rang out and more liquid touched you. You felt the weight of the man on top of you lift off. You didn’t dare to move curling up into a fetal position as your body began to tremble.
“If you know what's good for you, you'll drop the knife.” Someone rasped out from the entrance of the alley.
Your heart clenched seeing the leather coat that was billowing out with the wind. The hat that covered his pink hair made him look more menacing as the metal on his boots clicked with each step.
“It's you.” The thug said, sounding scared for his life. “Listen, we can talk this out. No need to get hostile.” He tried to reason.
“I already killed two of you. What's one more?” You opened your eyes, moving slowly to turn and look at who had come to save you.
“If you want the girl, you can have-” Mingi didn’t let him finish as he pulled the trigger. You scooted back as the man’s body fell to the side, gasping as your fingers touched the blood that was pooling around you.
“She's not yours to trade.” Mingi sneered down at the dead man.
“Mingi.” You whispered, looking up at the man.
“Doll.” His face softened when he took in your state, quickly leaning down to carefully touch you.
“Mingi.” You cried, quickly getting to your knees and throwing yourself onto him.
He used a hand to stabilize himself as you buried your head into his chest, trying to get swallowed up to get rid of the anxiousness. He could both hear and feel your sobs that wracked through your body. Your skin felt cold to the touch as blood tried returning to the normal temperature.
You suddenly began to shake more, hyperventilating. Mingi wrapped his arms around you tighter, keeping you from moving too much. “Hey, hey.” He soothed, lips ghosting over your ear. “You're okay. I got you.”
He started to rock you back and forth, pulling you into his lap. There was a scraping sound coming from the alleyway entrance as someone rushed over, coming to a quick stop. “Mingi!” Seonghwa called, rushing towards the two of you.
He paused as he came up to the dead bodies, sucking in a breath as he noticed the state you were in. As he tried to get past his anger, he tried to pull Mingi up to a stand. You clutched tighter to the man’s clothing, so he picked you up in his arms.
“Take her to the hotel. Now.” Seonghwa spoke in a rush, hastily pushing you two out the alley. The man took a moment to look around the street before making a run for the hotel lobby. Checking once more to make sure no one was waiting there, he pushed Mingi towards the back room meant for the night shift worker.
“Put her in bed.” He explained to the outlaw. “I'll go get Yunho and Jongho.”
As Mingi moved to set you down, you only wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tighter to you. The man sighed with worry, moving around to sit on the bed with you in his lap again. He could feel the blood that was on your finger stick to his skin but he was worried about that when he saw the wound on your neck.
Anger coursed through his chest as he dropped his head back to calm his racing heart. He moved his thumb up to brush against it, your blood being wiped away. “Doll, I have to treat your wound.” He whispered to you.
“I can't-can't move.” Your body shook with each word you let out. It was when you stopped speaking that you seemed to tighten up your body to become stiff. Mingi tried to move you around so he could get back up but you only made your body stiff, tightening your fingers around him.
“Don't leave!” You cried.
“I'm not.” Mingi sighed deeply, lightly brushing his lips against your cheek to calm you down.
“Is she hurt?” Jongho burst through the door, closely followed by Yunho and Seonghwa.
“She has a cut on her neck.” Mingi explained. “She won't let me treat it.”
“I'll do it.” Seonghwa moved around the room, going to the medicine cabinet to get what he needed. Jongho had kneeled in front of Mingi, hand brushing over your hair to sooth you some. He cooed at you, lulling you into a numb sleeping state. Yunho walked closer, taking up the space next to his partner.
“Go check out the bodies before someone else notices.” Soenghwa told the two officers. Jongho looked at his friends reluctantly, but Yunho softly calling out to him had him moving out the room. Seonghwa had bent down to look over your wound.
“Pretty girl.” He spoke softly. “I need you to move your head.” He rubbed his fingers along your scalp, messaging your head. You were trying to not fall asleep, but the boys made that hard with their way their affection was causing a buzz in your body. Your mind was already in a fragile state so the way they were treating you made you regress back into a space you had no idea you could enter.
You pulled your head to the side, craning your neck to allow Seonghwa room to work. “That's a good girl.” He tried to move quickly around you, softly speaking when you would flinch from the stinging of the wound. When he finished, he stood up, throwing the trash away.
“Pretty, you have to let Mingi go.” He told you so that you could go to bed already. Mingi looked up at Seonghwa when he felt your fingers clench the collar of his coat again. The older man sighed as he took in your state.
“Stay here for the night.” He told his friend. ”I'll call her family to tell them something came up and she took my night shift.”
You heard his footsteps walking out of the room, your eyes already shut as your body came to a numbing feeling. Your body felt heavy against Mingi, as if the world was pulling you deeper into the ground. The man gripped onto your waist, pulling you with him as he tried to get up from the bed. You tightened up on him again, shaking your head as tears pooled in your eyes once more.
“Hey-Hey.” Mingi soothed, laying down on the bed. “I'm not leaving.” He made himself comfortable, turning to his side with you. You shuffled closer to him, tucking your head under his chin as you pulled the long coat of his around your body. He felt the hiccups of your anxiety attack, his hands pulling you closer.
“I'm still here.” He whispered, kissing your head.
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Any tips for picking back up in the middle of a revision without having to start over? I wrote a book in 2019 and started a major revision in 2021. I printed the book and tore it apart with notes and switching timeline events/chapters around. Now I look at all the notes that are good advice and I would like to apply this progress to the story, but it's so overwhelming and jumbled up 😵💫
I've also recently picked up a back-burnered project I've been dreading, only to realize the notes I wrote solved 99% of the problems I had. The only thing holding me back was me, and it sounds like you're in the same boat.
Draft A New Outline - Having a way to track what changes you need to make is helpful, like using an Excel sheet (I know, but it does work) or color-coding changes. This will help so much, especially if you need to track big changes.
Go Through and Highlight What You Like - You may have to throw out whole chapters, but there's reasons you don't want to. Note what you really like - a turn of phrase, a character moment - and see if you can fit it in elsewhere. Always keep that cut folder or document to dig through later.
Set Micro Goals (And Keep Them!) - It's easier to dive into a new draft than to revise an old one. Chunk your goals in easy to accomplish ways. Instead of tackling a whole chapter a day, tackle a scene or a page. Instead of revising 800 words a day, narrow it down to 500 or 300. I make a big chart with my revision goals on it, and you're damn right I slap a cute Daiso sticker next to each goal accomplished. It really helps.
Work Backwards, Revise Forwards - If you have an all new ending with bigger and better stakes, figuring out how to get your plot there may require stepping back, chapter by chapter, to see what subplots you should add or scenes that need to be moved around.
However - and this is just what works for me - working toward a revised draft means starting the rewriting/revising process from Chapter One. That way I don't accidentally cover the same ground twice, and catch when I need to start a subplot sooner or rework descriptions I've used more than once.
Move Past The First 50 Pages - Don't get stuck at the beginning! It's so tempting to revise the first act to perfection, but you might need two or three more drafts to get to the real end of your story, and that might mean tossing all that hard work out. Keep going, and if you find yourself getting caught into fixing Chapter 3 when you're not sure Chapter 30 works, make a note and move on. Finishing your second draft is just as important as finishing your first.
Good luck and keep going!
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So, I was thinking about different fandoms and the fics that I love. What makes a good, satisfying fan fic? I realize it has 100% to do with the canon.
Take BBC Sherlock. I struggle so much with AUs where their beginnings are different. Sherlock is an astronaut, assigned to work with scientist John. (This is an example, not a dig at any specific fic). I can't. I can't. I realize BBC Sherlock is also an AU from Doyle, but BBC Sherlock and John are so fucking tied to "A Study In Pink" and John handing his phone to Sherlock that everything else seems false. Fun premise, but not the Sherlock and John I know.
A satisfying Johnlock fan fic needs to change the ending of the BBC canon. To think of these two men, who love each other so much, just continuing their parallel existences, never becoming anything more than crime-fighting buds, is just. . . it doesn't fit. It doesn't fit the show. It doesn't fit the characters Moffit and Gatiss created, even if they decided to not make it happen (as a special 'fuck you' to their fans). It's heartbreaking.
My favorite fics are fixits -- many of them deal with the aftermath of Euros and Mary, or some do "canon intercepts" and deal with Seasons 3 and 4 differently. Still, anything but John and Sherlock raising Rosie together as partners/lovers/husbands in 221B with Mrs. Hudson downstairs feels like a lie. (Some canon intercepts write out Rosie completely.)
If I had to write sequels to BBC canon, I'd pick "Drawn to Stars" by @totallysilvergirl or "Never Turn Your Back on the Sea” by @discordantwords . There's a thousand other ones, but those ring the most true to me.
"Heartstopper" fics don't have a lot of room to mess with the ending. Anything other than Charlie and Nick happily growing old together is so far out of canon and out of character that it doesn't even seem like it's worth exploring. There are a handful of ones that have one character or the other dying, but mostly, we understand right away that Charlie and Nick are endgame. We are 100% aligned with canon and creator on this.
Anything that isn't true to this ending rings as false as anything that isn't true to Sherlock's beginning. Fun to read, but not our characters.
With Nick and Charlie being so young in canon, their beginnings are so much malleable. Sherlock and John are tied to that lab. Nick and Charlie? not so much. They meet in grammar school. They meet in University. They meet after a hot hookup at a club in their 20s. They meet after broken marriages to Imogen and Ben. They meet during Nick's rugby career or as fellow teachers. They meet at gyms, at animal rescues, at psychiatric hospitals. They are single parents, University professors, rock star drummers, hot shot authors and academics. Their beginning isn't fixed. But the end always is.
I have so many favorites but I just re-read "Lavender Fields" and I think it's a perfect Nick and Charlie meeting up in their 30s fics. There's a ton of University fics too.
I haven't read nearly as many fics from other fandoms, so I don't know their quirks. I'm finding that fandoms that don't have a m/m pairing are hard to find a lot of fics for. (That's a whole 'nother post). But other m/m fandoms seem to have canon-compliant extra scenes. (Wanna see Achilles and Patroclus get freaky in a tent somewhere? Here ya go. That being said, there's one about Achilles waiting for Patroclus in the Underworld that breaks. my. damn. heart.)
Anyways, I need to do a serious look-through of other fandoms to see how this plays out.
I should add the links here to the fics I mention, just because.
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Utopia (Modern! Daemon Targaryen x female reader) (Non Canon AU) (18+)
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Chapter 7
Summary: Daemon eases your fears and worries.
Warning: 18+ sex ,period sex (if it bothers you skip the scene) death and destruction that comes from a ship wreckage, smut, sex, menstrual sex, unprotected sex. Some inconsistency with ship sinking, i researched as much as I could
“Are you alright?” Emma's voice was filled with concern as she asked you if you were okay, noticing the distress that was evident on your face. The two of you had just left Lily's house, and Emma could sense the negative effect it had on you.
“I'm fine..just want to go home” Emma sighed as you said that. She could tell that you were not alright, but she didn't know how to help without you opening up to her.
“Y/n I know you have always liked him but him and Lily have always been this way..they fight, fuck other people and then get back to each other.. don't you remember how he treated you on the ship after he slept with you?” you turned your head to look at her as she said that. Emma's words had struck a chord in your heart, reminding you of the awful morning when Daemon had completely dismissed you post the one night stand .
“Yeah? Always huh? How many times have they survived a ship sinking incident before? How many times before Daemon was left stranded on an island with someone else? This is not the same thing..why it's so hard for you guys to understand” you got visibly agitated as you finished your sentence, your voice raised as you tried to express that you and Daemon weren't just a fling.
“I'm just trying to protect you..” she mumbled softly so you sighed.
“I know but I also know what I'm doing..do you have any idea what I have been through with Daemon on that Island? You can't just get over that stuff and move on with your life as if nothing happened. He …he knows me..I know him..six months ..we were .. everything to each other” your eyes teared up and you hated how weak you felt in the moment. You always felt this way whenever Daemon was in the picture.
“But he's not on that Island anymore and neither are you..he's back here in the actual world where Lily is”
You didn't say anything as she said that. After what Lily had said about him fucking her last night and seeing things from Emma's perspective you felt hurt and worried. You asked him clearly if he had fucked her and he said no, did he lie to you? Why would he lie to you and hurt you like that?
“Do you want me to find a job for you? Dalton was asking about you” she said as she pulled the car in your driveway so you took your seat belt off, you just wanted to go home and cry.
“Not right now, last time you hooked me up with a job ..things didn't work out so well”
You heard the literal gasp she let out as you jabbed at her. That was mean and uncalled for but anger was bubbling inside you at the moment and Daemon wasn't there to take it.
You entered your bedroom, exhausted from the emotional upheaval. As you collapsed onto your bed, you noticed a missed call and a few text messages from Daemon on your phone. Taking a deep breath, you picked up your phone and opened the message.
You didn't want to ignore him and you certainly didn't want to hurt him by making assumptions about him, he told you something and you wanted to believe him but insecurities from the past ran deep and this wouldn't be the first time a man would cheat your trust like this. Instead of wrestling with your thoughts you dialed his number instead,
“Am I being ignored?” He asked as soon as he picked up so you sighed.
“Why would you say that?”
“What did she say to you..love?” his tone of voice made it clear that he was genuinely concerned.
“Where are you?” you asked him nonchalantly, your voice didn't really hold any emotion at the moment.
“I'm with my lawyer, had to discuss uhhh.. some fortune related complexities..are you back at your place?” He enquired so you barely hummed in response “Can I come see you?”
“You don't have to ask me” he chuckled as you said that,
“I'm trying to be more civilized and less of a caveman”
“Don't you want to go see Lily?” you asked him with sarcasm and envy dripping from your tone.
“Not right now, I want her to move on.. darling.. whatever she said to you that's making you all squeaky and snappy at me .. I will fix it yeah? And then you're going to fix me” you couldn't help but bite on your lip as his words made you feel slightly bashful.
“Okay” you could hear him smiling on the other end of the line as you mumbled a short response again.
Half an hour later as you opened the door and saw Daemon standing there, with his arms behind his back and a mischievous smirk on his face, you felt your heart skip a beat. The peach ribbed shirt he was wearing just added to his charm, it made you want to snuggle against him. Despite your feelings for him, the idea of him breaking your trust and lying to you was breaking your heart in ways you couldn't even begin to imagine.
The only reason why you weren't crying yourself to sleep for the past two days was because of him, the past month when you both were avoiding each other was difficult to say the least. The nightmares about drowning in the ocean had become a frequent occurrence, leaving you feeling frightened and restless. The fact that he was the only thing preventing you from giving in to the emotional distress that had been haunting you was both a comfort and a burden. But he was the only one who truly understood you because he was there suffering with you.
“Flowers for the beautiful lady” he held one of his hands forward to present you with a bouquet of beautiful flowers so you grabbed it and took in their scent “Chocolates” he then brought his other hand forward so you grabbed the box and went into your room, acting like a petulant child, it didn't do anything to deter him, he actually found you adorable like this.
He was expecting a kiss and a hug but this morning when you had told him that you were tagging along with Emma to visit Lily, he was terrified, not because he had anything to hide from you but because he knew as a matter of fact that she'd try to fill your head against him to drive wedge between you both. He was well aware of her vindictive ways when she was scorned like this.
“We need to stop meeting like that at your door” he mumbled as he entered the bedroom door and you were already on the bed with your face down into the pillow.
You felt his lips trail up from your calves to your hamstrings and he spent a good minute on your ass cheeks before he kissed up from the small of your back very slowly. Shivers ran down your spine as he moved up and pulled your hair aside to kiss your nape. You turned around to look at him and your teary eyes rendered his heart, your delicate features always softened him.
“If it wasn't for us being stranded on that Island you'd never date me would you?” You asked him as you caressed his cheeks with your fingers, you always feared that your connection with him was rooted in the shared trauma of the island and would fizzle soon.
“Yeah that might be true but not because there's something wrong with you or that you're not insanely attractive but because I wouldn't really get to know you like this..so intimately in every possible way”
You felt his fingers brush lightly against your chest, resting right above your heart, and you couldn't help but feel the burst of emotions.
His hand then drifted under your skirt as he leaned down to kiss you lovingly, palms wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into him so you sighed and closed your eyes to feel him close.
“You used to visit Paradise with Emma ” your eyes snapped open as he mentioned that.
Paradise was the name of the club The Dragonriders played at frequently and you used to go there on weekends before you even took the job on Utopia. “I'd often watch you dance from afar..you never even looked at me back then you know.. didn't even notice me” he mumbled softly in your ears so you cupped his cheeks again.
“I didn't know you..you were just a stranger”
“Exactly darling.. sometimes you have to learn the person inside out to truly appreciate them. I know i was unfair and cruel to you after that night we had spent together but it was my immaturity speaking..now i know better” you sighed as he said that, your hands sneaked inside his shirt as he leaned into you for a kiss again. He was irresistible at all times but especially when he was on top of you like this.
“You look cute in your pretty little skirt baby, my brave girl ..now are you going to sulk some more or you'd tell me what it is she said to you that is messing with your head?” he asked you, his voice was still gentle but firmer this time. You didn't want to beat around the bush either.
“She told me that you made love to her last night after you dropped her off and then later on she went into detail about how magical it was for both of you”
He looked at you intensely for a moment before he chuckled slightly as if he had it coming..
Somehow that reaction eased your fear, it was Lily's words against the man you had faced the worst of life with. If he was going to tell you that he hadn't fucked her then you'd have to believe him.
You'd have to put your faith in him because he deserved that much from you..
“Do you know why I came so hard inside you last night?” he asked you softly as his thumb brushed over your lips before he kissed you again.
“Whyy?”
“Because it has been a full day since I had done that.. since I had felt you around me so intimately. I might be an uncivilized animal at times but I'd never hurt you like that. Especially not you ..not after everything we have been through together”
You cupped his cheeks and your fingers ran through his scalp as he said that, his words felt sincere and a part of you believed him wholly, something made you believe that Daemon would never hurt you like that no matter what.
“You're not an uncivilized animal…just my big burly Cavemon” a smile graced his features as you cooed at him.
“Believe me yeah?”
“Okay.. sorry”
“Shhh it's not your fault..”
“No I'm sorry she said that about you and i believed her because I'm afraid and insecure”
“We all are at times..i fixed the problem..now you fix me” you giggled as he tickled your stomach with his fingers.
“Stahp ..it's almost my second day now..there will be clumps and stuff coming out of my goodies” he looked at you intently as you said that, his eyes darkened with consumable lust.
“If you intended for that to disgust me..it's not working”
“Your kinks are kinky..have you always had this one?” you questioned as you lifted your head up to kiss his neck.
“Not until you..”
“But you fucked your ex on her cycle”
“Not for the kink”
“It's just strange for me…my ex was disgusted just by me mentioning my period clumps”
“What an imbecile huh?
You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he made you sit up along with him.
“We are doing this my way today” you mumbled as you took your crop top and skirt off, Daemon got off the bed and he quickly undressed himself with the speed of lighting, when he climbed back on the bed you removed your underwear and threw it on the floor,
“You won't mind if I bleed on you right?”
“Fuck darling …noo” he almost moaned at the picture you had painted for him, you climbed on his lap and sat yourself down on his cock slowly, inch by inch, he wasn't really an average man in length or girth so you needed to go slow for your own sake, his legs splayed out on the bed as you submerged him completely and he placed his hands around your hips as you moved in circles slowly. His head swayed backwards and moans spilled from his throat as you worked your hips back and forth.
“I noticed you..” you mumbled against his mouth as you kissed him so he opened his eyes and looked at you all perplexed. He looked cute like this, all fucked out and pleasured the way he deserved to be pleasured.
“Mmm?”
“In the club..i noticed you..but you always had your eyes on her”
“Darling, do you believe in fate?” his voice came out in whispers as the sensation grew in the pit of his stomach,
“Not really”
“I do”
“Why?”
“I just do..I think it was fate that brought us together. Why do you think we were accommodated right next to each other when all the people we knew were a deck below from us?”
“Duuh management”
“Was it management that left us stranded together on that Island?” his fingers dug into your hips as he helped you hop on top of him.
“No it was my stupidity”
“Mmm really? You want to tell me that those strong waves somehow managed to bring us together on that very same island where we collapsed not even six feet apart from each other because of you? And both of us miraculously lived through it while none of those other people survived?”
“I don't know what to say..you're romanticizing the tragedy” his fingers curled into your hair and he pulled you closer to kiss you before he spoke,
“I have earned the right to do so ..now be a good girl and fucking cum with me”
You kissed him hungrily and the rest of the rebuttals you had didn't really come out as you fell apart in his arms as soon as you felt his warm cum filling you up to the brim. He placed his head on your chest as you both recovered from the euphoria but it lasted a good while.
Your head felt fuzzy as you had never been fucked this good, sex had never been so satisfying before. It was as if your body connected to him on a much deeper level than just physical, sex with him transcended you and filled you with intense emotional and mental release.
“If you pull out right now I'd ruin my bed so take me to the shower alright?” He chuckled briefly before he dragged his shapely arse off the bed and took you to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and as soon as he pulled out, his cum mixed with your blood spilled out of your freshly fucked cunt. His cock was absolutely bloody as well and you heard him gasp as he glanced at it. His fingers immediately caressed your lips as he cleaned the mess between your legs so you fisted his cock and returned the favor.
“I missed one therapy session and I was a major bitch to Emma this morning” you mumbled as you came back to reality from the mind numbing orgasm you had experienced just now..
“What did you do?”
“You know how they keep telling us in therapy to not blame other people for what happened as it was nobody's fault?” He nodded as you said that while he rubbed the body wash between his palm and turned you around to scrub your back.
“I think I did just that and I feel awful”
“Mmmm then apologize sweetheart and talk it out…these things happen amongst friends. I called Cole this morning to wish him for the birthday and we had a chat, he understands me better now”
“It's his birthday today?”
“Yup and we are invited, I'm sure he'd text you about it”
You hummed as he said that, as you placed your head down on his chest he wrapped his arms around you while you two enjoyed the hot shower in the comfort of your bathroom. Sometimes when you closed your eyes you imagined yourself being back at the island with him but you were only thinking about the times that weren't so awful, like bathing with him in the sea and walking around the woods in search for fruits, and most of all sleeping all huddled together on the bed of leaves every night.
You missed that, you really did miss it at times.
“Daemon?’
“What would you like for your birthday?” you asked him as you realized it would come soon as well, you were on the island when you turned 27, he had gone out of his way to collect fresh coconut water and had made a fruit platter for you which was more than enough on that forsaken place.
“I want your trust and faith in me” you turned around as he said that and kissed him softly.
Besides he was planning something to surprise you with instead, he had a meeting with his lawyer for the same reason and his lawyer certainly didn't think it was a great idea to go forward with this but he knew he wanted to do this, for both of you.
“And i want to take you somewhere with me” he said to you
“Mmmm where?” You giggled as your heart skipped a beat. You just hoped he wasn't going to take you to meet his family just yet. It felt too soon for that.
“It's going to be a surprise, hence the trust and faith demand“
“I trust you baby” his lips curved into a sweet smile as you said that.
The plan moving forward was to take a nap with him and it was very cozy until he began shivering in his sleep, telltale sign of a nightmare and you knew what it was about, it was about that night in the woods that he had spent all alone without you, he deeply struggled with the memory of the night and it was very hard on him so you know he was reliving the same trauma in his sleep. Or that's what you thought.
You didn't know that he was having a nightmare but not about being stranded in the woods but about you being bitten by that spider, he always had a nightmare about that night where instead of you being alright the next morning he saw your dead lifeless body and he was left all alone without his brave girl by his side.
When he woke up he pretended as if he wasn't affected by the nightmare in the slightest and asked you to get ready as you were both invited to the Paradise for Cole's birthday. Luckily Lily wasn't there because of her injury but the group had decided to visit her post drinking.
When you reached hand in hand with him, it felt a little awkward, people who recognised you kept staring and you felt like an animal in the zoo. The attention was uncomfortable, as you just wanted to blend in with the other people and enjoy the evening without the scrutiny.
Life had changed in more ways than one, at times you were not even Daemon or y/n, you were just that couple that was stranded on an island for six months. Whenever you were out in public, people would inevitably make reference to your story, and you found yourself being treated like a celebrity. You felt objectified though as if there was nothing more to you anymore than what you had suffered.
After greeting Cole as you spotted Emma you walked towards her.
“How's D?” She asked you so you looked at her confused for a moment.
“Daemon? He's doing okay umm-”
“No the Dick..how's his dick..is it as good as rumored?” she asked you as she crossed her arms so you pulled her into a hug.
“I'm sorry em.. I'm so sorry for being such a bitch when you were just looking out for me”
Your eyes teared up as you spoke to her so she hugged you as tightly as you were hugging her.
“It's okay..I get that..they tell me not to take it personally..you both have been through something none of us can imagine living through” you looked down as she said that.
“That's not an excuse to lash out but I'll be careful i promise..now let's get drunk..it's been a while and you're going to reveal every tea about Aemond” she blushed bright red as you whispered the last part in her ear. You were happy for her, she deserved someone making her happy and gleeful like this.
A band was performing in the club and you noticed how Daemon kept looking at them while they played as if wondering about his own time on the stage, you knew he missed singing and being up there.
Afterwards when the group decided to go see Lily you chose to opt out but Daemon insisted and pleaded until you gave in, perhaps seeing him with you would finally make her back off a little bit and she'd realize that Daemon has moved on from their toxic relationship.
However as you all turned up at her place you saw a man leaving her house, you recognised him even though nobody else did, it was one of the major crew members at Queen Utopia, Danny something, you didn't remember his full name but he was the man Lily was with that night. He handled the maintenance of the cargo area.
As he walked past you he looked you right in the eye, you saw something in those eyes but you couldn't put your finger on it.
They always told you to not put blame on anyone as the tragedy was nobody's fault but what if it was somebody's fault? And what if it was Danny who had something to do with it?
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i'd love to hear about manmaru metadede !!! i heard it's really Gay but no one ever details it. not a lot of it is translated too, as far as i know, but i really like it.. any excuse to talk about something you like is good too
NO YEA not a lot is translated and the manga itself is already more niche compared to like, mopupupu so its not too well known. translation efforts have really started picking up the past year though (shoutout to @/kirby-manga-translated they do great work). if it needed to be restated for new followers since i havent tl'd in a while, i know a decent amount of japanese so i read them on my own :)c
shoutout to my guy @/rosakikoza as well for giving me his scans hehe. the majority of images below are his or taken from his scans. the rest are mine
*deep breath* the tangent. im gonna need to put this under a cut dont mind me 😍😍😍 did i say 3 paragraphs? i meant 20. like 20 paragraphs
meta knight is absolutely pathetic and incredibly down bad for dedede this manga. its adorable. multiple people ive talked to or seen have come to the conclusion it seems like he has a huge crush on him. a quick brief for those who dont know but this mangas meta is admittedly Veryyyyy different from how you'd expect a meta knight to be. uncharacteristically friendly and cheerful and. pathetic is really the best word for it. hes kinda a loser. incredibly protective of dedede, he switches between two modes of fussing over him quite a bit and semi-often going into incredible rage bloodlust modes over protecting him or his image (youll see a good amount of jp fanwork depict this version of him as a yandere for that reason)
theres also been more than one occasion where meta knight tries to commit seppuku upon accidently doing something he sees as unforgivable towards his king (its in the chapter i just screenshotted above too, another time he broke dededes clock and freaked out about it). i-. dont consider this a cute ship thing for the record im just stating it to emphasize the extent of metas obsession towards dedede this manga. the mans got Problems...
apart from that, also quite differing from most interpretations of both of them, both of them seem to genuinely really like spending time around each other all the time. it comes off as casually domestic and is very cute...
regardless of my attempts to brief it, i dont feel like im explaining this very well so lemme just show you a frankly ridiculous amount of reasons for why i keep feeling like this mangaka ships metadede
-fake kiss: self explanatory
-fake proposal: also self explanatory
mk: Will you marry me!?
ddd: Yes!
context for this scene is that theyre rehearsing for a play, but actually its later revealed that meta knight is playing the princess while dedede is playing the male protag so im not exactly sure it makes sense that hes the one proposing here. my speculation is that to make the proposal seem legit for the gag they Had to use meta LMAO but thats just my take
also to be noted, right after kirby hears the proposal he immediately runs off and tries to tell everyone the news before ddd+mk stop him and explain that its fake. hes not thrown off or weirded out at the idea that they could be getting married in the slightest. kirby says gay rights Real i love him sm
-this one is from what i call the memory loss chapter:
dedede loses his memories from getting hit in the head too hard. the gang figures out that beating dedede up or otherwise causing him injury causes him to regain some of them back though, to which kirby attempts to harm him with increasingly violent means, much to meta knights horror. mk spends the entire chapter trying to protect dedede from him, and it doesnt work obviously, but after a particularly hard hit dedede remembers everyone again... except for meta knight. to which meta knight gets upset about and lets kirby lay into dedede for real. you see where people get the yandere personality from now right. i dont recall this trait coming out too often but ill talk more about it later
-the whole chapter thats a cinderella retelling with dedede and meta knight. also also self explanatory COME ON LOOK AT THIS ONE. LOOK AT IT.
mk: Y…You're…
ddd: Wow, he's so beautiful!! It's like I'm dreaming…!
-theres the mangaka chapter which is a more recent one
the gang makes manga for dedede. meta knight's manga is about how cool, brave, and heroic dedede is. mysteriously enough however the only thing hes good at is drawing dededes face and nothing else. the implications of this one drive me absolutely insane. is it supposed to imply that meta knight stares at his face all day?? admires his appearance??? he looks at him so much he basically has his face memorized????? HUH???????? theres no heterosexual explanation for this. acting like a teenager with a crush out here got damn
=various images im sharing out of context because they r cute
head pats. holding hands and reaching the goal together. peak.
KNIGHT DRESSUP FOR THE KNIGHT. AHAAHGH
ddd: Hoho, pretty spiffy don'cha think?
mk: Ohh!? It suits you!!
fellas is it gay to shout "OHH! META KNIGHT!!" with a dopey grin on your face upon being saved like a damsel in distress
sometimes meta knight acts domestic as fuck too. his copy abilities as he states are: cook! clean!! and sleep!!!
regarding my thoughts on their dynamic in this series overall, i think theyre absolutely adorable. meta knight emits dog energy in this one. eager golden retriever towards dedede, though dedede has his sweet moments towards meta knight too. (viewing it with a shipping lens just for this post ofc) while meta is the more active crusher, some of the stuff above seems to imply that dedede has feelings in return as well :') they just get along really well too its great. theres a different chapter where they perform as a comedy duo. theyve done plays in multiple chapters. its my hc for these versions of them that they love doing performances of all kinds together and do a lot of rehearsals and writing in their free time...
and the yandere stuff i feel like i should address as well. i try not to take some aspects Too seriously because its to be expected things are over emphasized for the sake of the joke with gag mangas. but oh man the man definitely has problems. he needs therapy. i tried to be transparent in listing those aspects as well so people can make their own conclusions on it But theres one more thing id like to mention regarding that
meta knights personality has been shifting to be different from what i listed, as of the most recent volume. my beloved forgotten land arc... a first for this series in that, while the chapters still retain their gag humor and dont take themselves that seriously, its a serialized story that mostly follows along with the game plot that lasts nearly the whole volume (as opposed to other game arcs in this manga being episodic stories, using the games as their theme rather than a full on setting). with the more serious tone of the serialized story, theres a frankly startling hint of character development i never wouldve expected from a gag manga at the end of it
kirby gets ko'd the first round of the meta knight cup so meta knight joins the meta knight cup instead. turns out when he does that the final boss of the cup is dedede. meta knight Really doesnt want to hurt dedede and so dedede promptly kicks his ass without a second thought and wins the tournament. while the crowd cheers for dedede's victory, meta and dedede have a small talk where dedede tells him he doesnt need to fuss so much about hurting him/him getting hurt. presumably this is supposed to mark the end of meta knights intense overprotectiveness because (its never been clear-cut due to the nature of the manga previously, so its a lil hard to say) dededes shown he can handle himself, or like, isnt some fragile thing. i really hope itll stick around because i think its a great addition to both of their characters. the meta-knights have also been appearing way more frequently as of very recent chapters (ones that havent been compiled into a volume yet) which seem to also hint to meta knight getting more independence to his character from dedede's loyal servant. im very excited to see where it goes :D
and like, last last disclaimer if anyone needed it; even tho i love metadede and i like to see things through ship glasses sometimes i absolutely try my best to keep my biases out of my translations. putting out accurate translations means a lot to me! this entire post is me purposely putting the ship glasses on so please dont take it as "omg metadede is canon in this manga". you know way back when i was the only active translator for this manga someone tweeted at the mangaka on twitter mentioning that there were english translations around and he replied to that person. didnt respond to the fan translation thing specifically but the fact that he could know who i am definitely kinda terrifies me. if anyone goes around saying that his manga is the metadede manga because of me and he even has the slightest sliver of a chance of seeing that i will kill yall fr LOL
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In my time in the MDZS fandom, I’ve seen people use Wei Wuxian dismissing the bathtub scene with “it’s normal for men to be like this sometimes” as evidence that he’s oblivious, but none of it ever takes into account the context of that dialogue.
First off, the quote from Chapter 96 is this:
Wei WuXian only put on one boot before continuing, “But you don’t have to feel too apologetic either. Uh, it’s normal for men to be like this sometimes. Please...don’t take it too seriously.”
Here’s the thing: Wei Wuxian doesn’t truly believe what he’s saying here! He’s saying what he thinks he needs to say to salvage their friendship! He thinks his confession has just been rejected and that he’s provoked Lan Wangji into doing something that he didn’t really want to do
[Side note, I’m using the ExR translation (with the exception of one scene, where I use multiple translations) because at the time this post was begun, it was the only fully translated version of these chapters I could find]
The sequence of events are as follows:
1. Wei Wuxian tries to express his feelings
Wei WuXian, “I have to tell you something.” He breathed lightly before speaking, “Lan Zhan, thank you.”
With thousands of words, there was nowhere to start. If he didn’t meet Lan WangJi when he came back, Wei WuXian didn’t know what he’d be like right now. In reality, even if he roamed around alone, it wouldn’t necessarily be that bad. But no matter what, he believed that nothing would be better than this.
Unfortunately, he didn’t notice that after Lan WangJi heard this, his body froze slightly.
The surging heat finally began to retreat. Wei WuXian’s head was still dizzy as he rambled on, “In these two lives, you’ve helped me a lot. I know you’re... really nice to me. You’re really great! Apart from thank you, I don’t know what else to say to you... Anyways, towards you, I feel... I feel...”
He’s trying so hard to convey his feelings that he doesn’t realize that as soon as Lan Wangji hears the words ‘thank you’, he thinks Wei Wuxian slept with him out of gratitude. So on one hand, we have Wei Wuxian sincerely trying to confess his feelings, while on the other hand, Lan Wangji believes that Wei Wuxian only slept with him because he feels grateful to him, not because he actually wanted to. That leads to,
2. Lan Wangji pushes Wei Wuxian away
But this wasn’t the point at all. Wei WuXian had never confessed like this to anyone before. Even someone whose face was as thick as his felt a bit embarrassed. He could only first pick a few random things to say. Just as he was thinking how to explain himself to make it sound sincere and serious when Lan WangJi suddenly pushed him away.
Now, we as readers know the reason for Lan Wangji pushing Wei Wuxian away, but Wei Wuxian doesn’t. Wei Wuxian is yet to realize that Lan Wangji has a thing about being thanked. That realization only happens later, in Chapter 111.
Wei WuXian looked at him, “Lan Zhan, you’re really scared of me telling you ‘thank you’, aren’t you? I suddenly remembered. Many of the times we parted ways in my past life, I said ‘thank you’ to you right before. And every time we separated, I worsened the next time we met.”
The time they killed Wen Chao and Wen ZhuLiu at the courier station, the time they met each other through the flowers at the tower in Yunmeng, the time they parted at Yiling’s Burial Mound. Every time, he used the word to mark a clear line between him and Lan WangJi, stretching out the distance between them.
With a long while of silence, Lan WangJi replied, “Between you and me, there is no need for ‘thank you’ and ‘sorry’.”
At this point, to Wei Wuxian, the only reasonable conclusion to make about Lan Wangji pushing him aside when he’s trying to confess his feelings is that Lan Wangji doesn’t return his feelings. Worse, that he has taken advantage of a drunk Lan Wangji. (Many people have already pointed out that Lan Wangji has already sobered up by the time they have sex, but again, Wei Wuxian doesn’t know that!)
This is Wei Wuxian’s immediate reaction.
Although Wei WuXian didn’t know when he woke up, now that he was awake, Lan WangJi’s reaction meant that one thing was clear: he didn’t want to continue what they were doing. He didn’t want to listen to Wei WuXian finish what he was saying, either.
A little later, he thinks
That the most disciplined person would throw tantrums, hit people, mess about after he was drunk, meant that Lan WangJi’s drunken actions weren’t self-controlled. And, even though Wei WuXian knew this, he still took advantage of the easy manipulation, purposely provoking him and leading him to do what he wanted.
[...]
This situation clearly verified the worst possibility. Lan WangJi was indeed very nice towards him, but... it probably wasn’t the kind of nice he hoped for.
He already knows and acknowledges that Lan Wangji treats him in a special way! In fact, he was hoping that it meant Lan Wangji reciprocated his feelings, but he didn’t know for sure. The fact that Lan Wangji pushes him away when he starts to confess solidifies for him that Lan Wangji does not reciprocate his feelings. Which finally leads to
3. Wei Wuxian apologizes for taking advantage of Lan Wangji and tries to reassure him by saying ‘it’s normal for men to be like this sometimes’
It’s made clear that Wei Wuxian is trying to assure Lan Wangji that it’s normal because he doesn’t want his feelings (that he believes are not reciprocated) to ruin their friendship.
Originally, Wei WuXian thought that compared to having his feelings be found out and them become so awkward they couldn’t even be friends, he’d much rather have Lan WangJi feel that he was a cheap, flippant person instead. But right now, he began to regret saying those idiotic things without thinking about them first. He whispered, “... I’m sorry.”
The text literally specifies that he says what he says because he thought it would be better for Lan Wangji to think that he was a “cheap and flippant person” than ruin their friendship! He does not actually believe what he’s saying!
That’s also why Wei Wuxian’s confession in the Guanyin Temple begins with “Back then, I really wanted to sleep with you”.
For more clarity, this line has also been translated as
He had only said it as an offhanded comment, but unexpectedly, Wei Wuxian came to the realization: "You're not wrong."
"Lan Zhan! Lan Wangji! Hanguang-jun! I—Earlier I—slept with you because I genuinely wanted to!"
— spicychickenyang’s translation
and
He had only been thinking out loud. Little did he expect Wei WuXian to suddenly go, “You’re right.”
With that, Wei WuXian proceeded to shout at the top of his lungs, “Lan Zhan! Lan WangJi! Earlier, I—I truly wanted to sleep with you!”
— Chapter 100, boat-full-of-lotus-pods translation
Now that Lan Xichen’s monologue has revealed that Lan Wangji does return his feelings (and probably because he has been able to connect all the times he said ‘thank you’ to Lan Wangji with negative reactions from Lan Wangji), Wei Wuxian immediately figures out why Lan Wangji reacted the way he did and clarifies it.
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#wangxian#wwx is not oblivious#wwx does not actually believe he has no feelings for lwj after they have sex#it is precisely /because/ he does have feelings for lwj and knows it#(and believes that lwj does not reciprocate)#that he says what he does
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STNAF Coraline AU ch.5
MDNI ALL CONTENT REGARDING STNAF IS 18+ AND SO IS THIS BLOG
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Chapter 6 Chapter 7
CW: Sexual Content, Knife play (with scissors), Dry Humping, Thigh Ridding, Reader wears lingerie but gender is not specified, Nipple Worship, Penetration, Fingering, Versatile, Soft/Rough Sex, Creampie
A/N: I severely underestimated just how long the sex scene ended up being (I don’t think any of you are complaining lmao) so consider this the precursor— chapter 5.1, if you will~
Chapter 5
You make your way into the same bedroom you just left behind. But you knew it was different, you could sense that this was the same place you thought you could only see in your dreams.
Your mind could barely make sense of this, too distraught to focus on the implications of this world as you call out to the person you know that will comfort you.
Other Friend almost immediately appears, making his way to you. His eyebrows furrow, button eyes gazing at your disheveled state on the floor. You feel Other Friend’s strong arms embrace your body, picking you up and placing you on the bed as he sits by your side.
“Sweetheart? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Other Friend’s sweet voice lulled you into a sense of comfort you so desperately needed.
You slowly raise your head, your teary eyes gazing into his concerned button ones. “H-He… He didn’t come…” You hiccup, wiping your tears. “He p-promised he would! Why didn’t he come?!”
“Shhh… I’m so sorry, baby… You don’t deserve this.” Other Friend’s arms embrace you once again as you sob into his chest.
You let yourself be comforted by your Other Friend, clinging onto him tightly as he cradled you on the bed. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear. However, words aren’t enough to relieve the pain of your broken heart. You wanted to feel loved. You needed it— craved it at this exact moment.
“Friend… I need you.” You whimper softly, clutching his shirt tightly.
“I’m right here baby…” He coos softly, rubbing your back soothingly.
“Nooo…” You whine and press your body against his, making him blush and raise his eyebrows in surprise. “I need you.”
Other Friend tenses once it dawns on him. Your desperate and disheveled state igniting a part of him that he worked hard to conceal from you. He swallows, his expression darkening as his lust awakens.
In your current disarrayed mind, it made absolute sense to press your lips against Other Friend’s ones, to push him onto his back as you straddle his hips, kissing him feverishly. Other Friend has barely any time to the situation, only to act on instinct as this was the thing he’s been craving for the most ever since you set foot into his domain. You may not be kissing him for the right reasons, but in his eyes, you are exactly where you were always meant to be.
“Fuck, sweetheart…” He groans into your lips, biting your lower lip and pulling away softly just to grip you by your waist and press you closer, wanting to feel your body. “you’re going to be the death of me…” He murmurs, his words ringing true in your ears. He claims your lips once again.
He kissed you with passion and fervor, your warm breaths mixing with each other as well as the soft moans and grunts you both let out as your bodies grind in need of friction.
Out of nowhere, Other Friend pulls out a pair of sharp scissors and makes large cuts along your clothing, startling you momentarily. He only grins at your slightly frightened state and pecks your lips as he continues to discard the the pieces of cloth. “You’re not going to be needing this…” He whispers, the cool steel tip of the scissors lightly grazing your skin, making you shiver in fear and arousal.
You are left in your underwear and you blush with embarrassment at the pieces you were wearing. Other Friend remains silent for a few seconds, taking in the intricate designs and details and how they make every curve, bump and roll appear even more delectable. His breathing grows ragged, his button eyes darkening as a sense of jealousy comes over him, but quickly disappears as he remembers that you are begging him to make you feel good, not his doppelgänger.
“These, however, are too pretty to destroy~” He whispers against the skin of your shoulder as he trails hot, wet kisses down your chest. He licks your nipples through the sheer fabric and you gasp out in pleasure, gripping his shoulders.
“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay, sweetheart?” He murmurs, looking up at you as his long tongue swirls and dances along your perked nipples.
“Nngh… yes, please…” You whisper, your voice hoarse and your eyes and cheeks puffy from your crying. This only turns him on more.
He grips your waist tighter and grinds your hips against his thigh, making you tremble and moan from the friction on your sex.
“Hump my thigh, baby… I wanna see how you’ll get off on my cock.”
You whimper at his words as you move your hips along his thigh, holding onto his shoulders as you feel the pleasurable sensations travel your body. You close your eyes and arch your back, as if making a show out of yourself for him— to show him how much you really want him.
Other Friend could only watch in awe as you got yourself off on his thigh, his breathing labored as your wet arousal made a mess of your underwear and his clothed thigh. He placed his hand on the nape of your neck and brought you closer, his nose brushing against your neck as he inhaled your intoxicating scent. You shivered and rutted faster.
Other Friend chuckles at your desperation. “That’s it sweetheart… use me… I’m yours~” He groans, his hot breath fanning your ear. His lips delve into the soft skin of your neck and leaves a trail of kisses and gentle bites. He bounces his thigh gently, gazing in awe as your jaw falls slack and your eyes widen— breathy sounds of pleasure escape your lips as the movement sends vibrations of ecstasy from your groin straight into your brain and the rest of your already agitated body.
“Hhghnn… mine…” You let out a strained moan, your mind and body on autopilot as you relinquish yourself to the pleasure. The sounds of your needy and possessive whines along with the squelching and rutting of fabrics almost makes him cum in his pants. His hard cock was already straining against the clothing, and the movement of your hips made the brush of his cock against his pants just the more sensitive.
He stifles a moan, his breathing ragged as he shuts his eyes. His dick dripping enough pre cum to stain through his pants. A particularly whiny moan of yours snaps his button eyes open as he lets out a low growl, sounding possessive and desperate. You shiver in delight as your hips stutter slightly before picking up the pace.
Other Friend chuckles darkly as he conjures a bottle of lube out of thin air and pulls your underwear aside. “Do you like this, baby~?” He growls lowly, his voice laced with lust. You nod your head enthusiastically, grinding you hips harder. “You want me to finger you good and deep?”
You’re barely given any room to respond before you feel Other Friend’s cold, slimy fingers prod at your hole, making you gasp and arch your back at the sensation. “F-Friend… ahhhh~!” You groan and whine when you feel your best friends long fingers delve deeper and pump shallowly. You stop humping his thigh and begin to ride his hand instead, pressing and grinding your sex onto the palm of his hand while two fingers scissor and stretch out your hole in preparation for what’s to come.
“My sweetheart’s so needy~” He giggles and inserts another finger just to see you writhe and squirm above him. “You wanna ride me, yeah? You wanna jump on your best friend’s cock?” He teases you with a sadistic grin on his face as he pumps his fingers faster and deeper, wet, squelching sounds echoing the room along with your desperate moans.
“Yes! Yes I wanna!” You cry out, tears brimming the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure burning within your lower body. “Please… I need you!”
“F-Fuck…” Other Friend breathes out, a growl sounding from deep within his throat from your unexpected pleading. This only fueled his obsession and need for you even more as he couldn’t wait to see you bounce on his cock.
He quickly unbuckles his belt and lowers his pants and boxers, his large dick bobbing free. His cockhead was red and weeping with arousal, his length twitching like crazy just from having you stare at it with wide eyes with slight fear, but mostly desire. Other Friend grins and slowly takes his fingers out of your pulsating hole, making you whine from the emptiness. With the same lubrication and slick, he pumps his cock with slow, languid thrusts, smearing his precum and covering his throbbing cock with your juices.
You squirm with anticipation, your hips bucking against nothing as you imagine just how full Other Friend’s cock will make you feel.
“Come on, baby…” He smirks, his voice a seductive purr. “Ride me like you mean it~”
You don’t need to be told twice before you’re straddling his hips and gently lowering yourself onto his thick cock. You hiss and groan slightly as you feel his girth stretch you out further than his fingers did. Other Friend grips your hips, a strangled moan making past his lips as he feels your warm, wet heat slowly envelope him. He takes a sharp intake of breath once he feels you raise and lower yourself at a slow pace, getting accustomed to his size.
“Mmm… so big…” you moan absentmindedly as you continue to grind your hips, not noticing Other Friend’s slacked jaw as he gazes at you like a deity. His button eyes glaze over with primal lust and as he leans closer to beg into your ear.
“C-Can I fuck you? Please baby… you feel too good… let me make you feel good please baby please…” He murmurs, nipping and sucking on your ear.
As soon as you nod, Other Friend grips your hips tighter and makes a few deep, tentative thrusts that left you reeling and holding onto his shoulders for support. Once you manage to catch your breath, his gentle thrusts become an assault to your hole as he pounds into you like a beast in heat.
“F-Friend..! Hhhh… hahhh…” You moan lewdly as he rams his cock from underneath you, his button eyes unwavering from you.
Other Friend grunts with every thrust, his pace only quickening once his cockhead brushes against the part that has you arching your back and moaning from ecstasy.
“Yes… yes! Oh god…”
“Fuck, sweetheart… I can feel you clenching around me…” He grunts, keeping a steady pace as he fucks you fast and deep. “You like it when I fuck you like this, huh? Tell me how much you want me…”
“I want you, Friend… I want you so bad..!” You cry out, bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it.
He groans, gripping your hips impossibly tighter as he feels the pleasure slowly build up within him. “Fuck… you feel too good baby… I’m about to cum…” He murmurs in a low, breathy tone.
“M-Me too…” You whimper softly, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around his neck as he keeps thrusting into you with fervor. “I… I want it… I want your cum…”
His hips stutter as soon as you said those words. He quickly recovers and becomes more vocal, rutting deeper and faster as his breath came out in quick pants. “Mine… you’re mine…” He growls lowly as he lines his cock to hit your weak spot. “Mine to keep… mine to claim…”
“Please please please please…” You keep chanting and whining desperately.
“Fuck baby, I’m cumming…!” Other Friend moans hoarsely as he spurts ribbons upon ribbons of hot cum inside of you, filling you to the brim with his seed. As soon as you feel him release, you come undone on his cock, shaking and writhing above him as he fucks his cum deeper with a few particularly harsh thrusts that have you seeing stars.
“Ahhhh… hahhhhh… Friend…” you moan into his neck as your body slumped on top of his, twitching from the aftershocks of pleasure.
“I’ve got you baby…” He kisses your forehead and holds you tightly against him. “I’ve got you…”
Slowly, drowsiness begins to creep into your body. Your breathing evens out and you rest your head on Other Friend’s shoulder, relaxing in his embrace. In your blissed out state, you barely remember the reason why you sought Other Friend’s comfort, but that barely matters now as he wraps his arms around you and gently rocks you to sleep.
Chapter 6
#yandere#fanfic#stnaf#yandere writing#yandere x reader#friend x reader#stnaf friend#stnafgame#yandere smut#smut#coraline au#coraline#💾 see thru need a friend game
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the way it follows you home, the stories i never told
My guy Vox once again graced us with lovely Goyuu fanfics, and the way it follows you home, the stories i never told, made me go FERAL.
Time travel? Two Gojou Satorus? Double affection for our sunshine Yuuji? Yuuji sandwich? What feels like possible continuation of (you'll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become???
FUCK.
I need to stop indulging my imagination too much. I should’ve been content with writing long-ass comments but noooooo, my brain goes “you gotta draw it”. DAMMIT VOX, YOU AND YOUR DELICIOUS WRITINGS HHHHHH
So… usually I should’ve picked a favourite scene that is within my drawing capability, but I just… love all three chapters??? So I made a questionable time investment? I can’t stop??? Help???
This is probably the most ambitious fanart project I’ve ever done so far. Fair enough, considering I might combust if I keep these welled-up emotions inside from reading Vox’s Goyuu fics. Fuck.
Fic info:
Title: the way it follows you home, the stories i never told
Author: @voxofthevoid
Pairing: YuuGoGo. Future!Yuuji, Future!Gojou, Teen!Gojou
(idk why I laugh writing YuuGoGo. I’m beyond help)
Currently, it is 3 chapters out of 8. And it’s gonna be NSFW chapter 4 onwards, so don’t forget to read the tags first, folks!
The drawings are under Read More, because I have lots of thoughts surrounding each chapter and drawings. It’ll be hella long if I didn’t hide it here. It was a mess down there. A combination of hours before, during, and after I read said fic. I’d say good luck finding the art among the sea of jumbled words but… you’ll find them easily. Don’t worry about it haha
SPOILERS FOR ALL 3 CHAPTERS! I highly recommend reading those first before diving into these drawings!
Also for the comics, read from right to left please!
From here on, I will be referring to the Future!Gojou as Gojou and the teenage one as Satoru.
Overall, drawing all these is fun! Really fun! This project pushed me quite hard, forcing me to test my limit (because I rarely draw this much back to back). Since this is a combination of drawings and comics, the coloring style will not be consistent. In a way, I want to try some brushes I never get to use, as well as try out my new graphic tablet. Drawing these got me giggling because I was finally able to let loose during line art. It's much easier to do so, and sometimes I just get to reread the fic and giggle to myself for the nth time.
CHAPTER 1:
Whooo. Whooooooooo—
Ok, ok, the premise is just that good. It intrigued me, fascinated me, and I just… oomph. I cannot refuse a Time Travel Yuuji Sandwich. Sign me up.
Honestly, there are two scenes that are just… a bit too clear in my mind when reading this chapter. That would be the one I drew above, and the other is when Yaga called Gojou to come outside of the class. I love, loooove how Vox wrote Satoru’s POV. And when Yuuji fucking giggles?
I lost it.
Can you imagine, drawing Yuuji grins, with shiny stuff, maybe some sunlight, just purely happy and indulging Gojou?
Help me, for I am drowning in my love and adoration for Yuuji.
Page 2 is an experiment on using harsh black as shading (kind of?). I really enjoyed colouring Yuuji, and drawing those buffalo skulls! I wish I can grasp the concept of contrast a bit better tho :v
CHAPTER 2:
This is probably the only chapter where I picture still images instead of comic panels. A bit like those cool chapter covers in mangas. The one I really, really want to draw is the scene with Satoru on the table. Can’t pass the opportunity to highlight Satoru being a brat, albeit a really cool brat.
Cool idea drawing always proves to be a challenge, because of course my artistic skill just so happens to be below the requirement. Thank you, Sketchfab, for the chair and desk’s perspective otherwise I’m screwed lmao
The second scene that I want to draw the most is this:
Gojou is one step away from climbing Yuuji. Also, I have a bit of a problem picturing a man pouting that makes him look crazy instead, so please have Gojou pouting adorably instead. Because, as Yuuji said (with love), Gojou is (also) a brat.
This is possibly my favorite art in this project, after Yuuji's in Chapter 1 page 2. It's clean because I don't have to draw background, and I was having a fun time drawing Yuuji. And Gojou's squishy cheek as well.
Oh, actually, there is a “manga” scene in this chapter. It’s when Yuuji said, “I love Satoru.”
I just—
AAAAAHHHHH YUUJIIIIIII YOU AND VOX ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. That secure relationship between Yuuji and Gojou? Satoru’s description of how Yuuji’s smile could blot out the sun??? Not me screaming 💀 I also see bits of hints of possible co-dependency, though I could be reading those wrong, but either way I’m good. Secure and possessive relationships are fun to consume hhhhhh
But yeah. There are too many wholesome Yuuji smiles in this fic, and I… I am not confident enough to draw genuine happiness. It’s too much for me ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
For this chapter, another reason why I chose these two scenes is just because I want to try and draw cover-worthy pictures of Yuuji and Satoru, and Yuuji and Gojou (cough)
CHAPTER 3:
We start the chapter with Nanamin. Ah, Nanamin. I forgot what his teen self looked like and was surprised to see his design again lmao
I want to draw Yuuji and Nanami scene because… I just want to, I guess. I have never drawn him before (Yaga as well) so that's an interesting challenge. I got two ideas on how I want to draw it. One is a bit painting-esque, and the other one is like another chapter cover. In the end, I chose the cover one because I want to emphasise the difference between teen!Nanami and the Nanami from Yuuji’s original timeline, and how the watch feels like a connection between the same (yet not) person. It’s a bittersweet feeling? In a way?
I’m not really good at explaining my intention ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
I love Yuuji’s answer to Nanami's question.
AND FINALLY.
A Yuuji SandwichTM scene.
And oh B O I do I love it. Have I told you I like every chapter? I probably have. But this one? Satoru’s curiosity, Yuuji’s on-brand self-deprecation, and Gojou come strolling down to show more of Yuuji to his mini-self. I want to draw this whole scene, from Gojou finding them, feeding Yuuji snacks, bitch-slapping Satoru into the backroom, to Yuuji growling. Them trying to hide a boner from Yuuji’s growl got me cackling so hard I LOVE IT 😭
I love it all. Please love Yuuji in my stead, Satoru and Satonyan :3
Oh! Also! 40-finger Yuuji sounds really, really cool! I’ll be happy with whatever Vox will give us in future chapters, but 40-finger Yuuji… possible scene with this timeline’s Sukuna… my god. The action! The drama! The bloodshed! One can only hope.
However, as much as I love that whole scene, it’s still too much for me :”) I’m still not yet confident in delivering the humour and action. Also my already-long drawing plan had my brain groaning in protest so I can’t push my luck :'D
When Gojou said "He looks sweet, but he's a bit of a beast", I kept picturing Yuuji staring innocently, but there was an edge to his look. As if the moment Satoru looks away, he will pounce. But in the end I just stick with innocent-looking Yuuji because I accidentally drew his eyes that way and I want to keep it in lol
Since Satoru points out how soft and cuddly Yuuji is, I also want to draw soft Yuuji :v
And the last one… is the last scene. For some reason, I read that both Gojou and Satoru share Yuuji’s lap and was having a frustrating yet fun time figuring out how it’s… physically possible, without having their butts on the ground because they both are not small at all. As I lined the art, I reread it again and… perhaps I read it wrong? Satoru is beside Yuuji, and not on his lap? So yeah, this one might be the least accurate, but hey, at least you can view it as a crack drawing or something :v
AAAANNNDDD I HAVE EXCEEDED TODAY’S BRAIN CAPACITY OF FORMING WORDS
Have I told you I love this fic?
…I probably have.
Have an amazing week (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*
#yuu's art#jjk-fic-fanart#jjk ship#jjk-ship#五悠#goyuu#goyu#5u#gojou x yuuji#speedrun this bad boy of a project in 3 days#from planning#now I can sleep in peace
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Meet Cute—Vash the Stampede
Summary: A new town can be quite lonely by yourself. That is, until you meet someone new.
Word Count: ~1.3k
Content: fluff, modern AU because why not?, whole gang makes an appearance, slight angst (on the reader's part) just for a bit
As you walk along the populated beach, your sandals roll and scratch against the sand-covered pavement, scraping sounds echoing in your ears. The sun is slowly descending on the horizon, fluffy clouds strewn across the sky and painted in lovely shades of pink. Laughter and loud music boom from speakers around you, skaters and runners dodging your slow-moving figure as you look for a quiet spot to enjoy your sandwich and lemonade, water droplets sliding along your hand from your drink on this warm day.
The joyous environment doesn't entirely match how you are feeling on the inside. A new and prosperous job was offered to you sometime after graduation, but this required you to move away from your family, friends, and everything you knew and were familiar with. It was a new chapter in your life, and you knew it had to be done. Although, this big change proved to be not as great as you had hoped it to be.
Sure it might be hundreds of miles away from home, but I’ll finally be working a job I always wanted! I can always go to the beach after work! Always nice to meet new people.
You thought all this before you left, optimistic views of a new start to your life swirling in your head as you moved into your new apartment. But… things were not going quite so smoothly. Everyone at work was either older or too uptight for you to be able to call them a friend. Your neighbors hardly showed their faces. Homesickness was settling in and you were beginning to doubt your decision.
With a heavy sigh, you plop yourself down on the barrier separating the sandy beach from the walking locals enjoying the weather on the sidewalk. Crossing your legs, you bite into your homemade sandwich, spacing out as you peoplewatch. Nearby, you see a volleyball net, a team of four players playing a two vs two match.
Must be nice. You thought, laughter erupting from the pair of girls on one side of the net, the taller one picking up the shorter one and swirling her around in victory. On the other side of the net, you saw a head of black hair buried in the sand, presumably from a missed dig. You watched as his blonde teammate laughed, hands on his knees. You couldn’t get a good look at what he looked like, as his muscular back was to you.
They seem like a close group of friends. Wonder how they got to know each other.
Turning away from the scene as the heaviness in your chest deepened, you gazed out at the deep blue waters, letting your mind flow with the crashing waves that came onto the shore.
“Wolfwood, no! Don’t hit it so hard, there are people around! Oh no… Watch out!”
The loud, chastising voice barely reached your ears before a black and red volleyball entered your sight, hitting the sandwich right out of your hands. You gaped at your now empty hands.
Frantic running could be heard as someone came near.
“I’m so sorry for that! Are you okay?!”
You finally looked up, stunned immediately.
Pretty… is all you could think as your eyes wandered around the stranger's face. It was the blonde guy laughing from earlier, only this time you could finally see what he looked like. Swimmingly beautiful azure eyes rivaling the beauty of the ocean past him stared apologetically at you, a small mole sitting right near the corner of one of his eyes. A metal hairband pulled back his blond hair, and freckles dotted his entire face and body, perhaps from hours spent on this very beach. From up close, you could see he was definitely…muscular.
I need to come to this beach more often.
“-and he just spiked it hard, I’m really so sorry. He can really be a sore loser sometimes.” His apologies finally reached you, pulling you from your ogling.
“It’s just a sandwich, it’s no big deal. I can help feed the local wildlife,” you giggled as a seagull squawked above you, signaling it had noticed the lost sandwich lying in the sand. “You guys seemed to be playing quite the match over there. Who’s winning?” you teased.
The blonde blushed, adding to the pinkness already on his cheeks from the exertion of the game. “I’d rather not say…”
You closed your eyes as you cackled at his embarrassed display, missing the way his blush deepened. He didn’t even say anything that funny…have I really had not that much human interaction lately? You swiped at your eyes, peeking at him with one eye.
Cute… he thought.
“Where are my manners? My name is Vash!” he extends his hand for you to shake. You grab onto his hand, noting the rough callouses on his fingertips and palm. Somehow, his touch managed to be soft and warm other than that.
“And the idiot that hit the ball over there is Nicholas, the tall girl is Milly, and the shorter one is Meryl.”
You introduce yourself as well, giving his hand a light squeeze back as he holds onto your hand a beat longer than normal. His mouth tasted the syllables of your name as he echoed it back to you, grinning as he liked the taste of it on his tongue. He could get used to saying that. He pulled away after, huffing a laugh as he looked away.
You quickly glanced around his shoulder, giving a quick wave to his friends, the girls enthusiastically returning the greeting while the tanned male gave a quick nod.
“I haven’t seen you around here before. We usually come every other day when we can so I’m pretty familiar with the folks here. I think I would notice someone as lovely as you.” Vash noted.
“I’m new in town, actually. I just came out today to enjoy the weather and have a little picnic with myself…” you reply, choosing to ignore his final remark to save your wildly beating heart. You don’t usually like someone this quickly, but Vash seemed to have an energy that drew you to him the instant you met.
I want to get to know him. A small desire in your heart made itself known.
“Is that so? Why alone? An evening like this is wonderful when you have friends to enjoy it with… or a partner…” he pried.
“Haven’t gotten that far here yet,” you smiled wistfully, twiddling with the lemonade cup in your hand.
“Tell you what, let me take you to one of my favorite sandwich shops on the pier one of these evenings. It’s the least I could do after we ruined your picnic,” he offered, a nervous smile etched on his face, scared of your rejection.
“I’d like that.” You smiled, staring back at his fidgety gaze, noting how he carved a path all around your features, taking them in. If you had looked up a second later, you would have missed the way his eyes held a subtle admiration. He finally met your stare when you caught him looking.
“Yay! Ok, I’m so excited, here let me give you my phone number-”
“Oi! Blondie, quit flirting!”
Vash visibly flinched, thumbs freezing over your phone screen. Both of your faces felt hot.
“Sorry about him. Yeah, gimme one sec!” He yelled back.
He paused as he handed your phone back. “Come join us.”
“Oh, are you sure? Your friends wouldn’t mind?”
He shakes his head, offering his hand again to pull you from the barrier. You take his hand and hop down, yet he doesn't take his hand away. “It’s only right. I ain’t leaving you alone after we ruined your evening.”
“Vash, you really didn’t-” your sentence is cut short as Vash begins to run, pulling you with him.
“Hey guys, let me introduce you to my new friend!”
Your heart tightens, only this time it feels lighter and warmer. The sun begins to dip below the horizon, lights turning on along the pier.
Friend, huh?
A/N: I think meeting him for the first time would be so neat :)) anyway reblogs/comments appreciated!!
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(from wikipedia) The Malleus is a bone situated in the middle ear. It is the first of the three ossicles, and attached to the tympanic membrane. The head of the Malleus is the large protruding section, which attaches to the incus. The head connects to the neck of Malleus. The bone continues as the handle (or manubrium) of Malleus, which connects to the tympanic membrane. Between the neck and handle of the Malleus, lateral and anterior processes emerge from the bone. The bone is oriented so that
Omg, malleus (hammer)-sama real? 😱
This interaction is vaguely inspired by a really romantically charged wall slamming scene in a K-drama I’ve recently been watching—
Like Fire, Hellfire.
You ran a finger along the next line of the anatomy and physiology textbook in your hands, reciting the words aloud. The chapter was on hearing and the various components of the human ear. You stressed malleus loudly each time the bone came up, grinning madly all the while.
Beside you, Rollo paused in rifling through the bookshelf and shot you a sideways stink eye. He had come the school archives in search of knowledge, not annoyance—yet here you were, acutely aware of how to get under his skin, and doing an excellent job of it.
What an irksome individual.
Handkerchief to his face, Rollo snidely asked, “… Are you quite finished?”
“No, never,” you gasped, innocently batting your lashes at him. (Rollo’s left eye twitched.) “A good student is always on a quest for new wisdom, so I have to study up on the malleus while I still can.”
“At least read it to yourself quietly; this is a library, not a concert grounds. You are so rudely disrupting the concentration of your peers.”
Namely, myself.
He didn’t want to confess it—certainly not out loud—but you had been distracting him ever since you first stepped into the room. Rollo had stole several suspicious looks at you since, glances he justified to himself with, What must they be up to now?
Your goofy grin, your earnest and open heart. They all put him on edge, set the beat to his heart at a rapid, uneasy hammer.
A minion of evil, come to ensnare him into committing vices.
Rollo took a sharp breath to calm himself.
“They can learn about the malleus too,” you said, flipping to the next page. “I’m a free educational audiobook.”
“Then pick something else to blather on about,” Rollo insisted sharply.
“What, do you have something against the malleus?“
His face heated with fury, eyes flashing dangerously. If I hear that man’s name on your lips one more time, my head is going to explode.
“Just tell me your true feelings then,” you urged with a pout. “Tell me how you feel about the mal…”
He moved before you had even registered it. His hand was on your book, shunted shut with a CLAP!! You squeaked, leaping desperately for it—but a tall shadow had fallen into your path.
SLAM!!
A fist came down hard beside you, walling you in between a livid Rollo Flamme and the bookcase to your back. He glared down at you, face twisting with disdain. Gone was his neutral expression, replaced with cruel eyes and a cold, creased scowl.
You gulped, suddenly feeling like a mouse caught in a trap.
“You would do well to listen and be obedient,” he hissed darkly. “Do not speak his name, for you will summon him like the demon he is.”
The only name you should be speaking is…
He banished the blasphemous line from his head. Cursed it, damned it to hell.
Rollo tore the book from your hold and abruptly stepped away. He still hummed with warmth—an exhilarating blend of rage, envy, and, most disgusting of all, desire. Hot, burning, hungry.
He hurriedly stamped it out as though it were an item unintentionally set ablaze. Stuffed it in an ash pile, along with everything else burnt away to black. Happiness, hope.
Love.
“… I will be returning this to its rightful place,” he spat out. “While I am gone, you should reflect on your actions and repent.”
Rollo didn’t wait for a response—he was already gone before you could reach for him.
A hand of acceptance, rejected before it had even been offered.
#twst x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#Rollo Flamme x Reader#Rollo Flamme#twst interactions#twisted wonderland interactions#disney twisted wonderland#Reader#self insert#Rollo at the Writing Desk
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