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maybank-archives · 1 year

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hi! may i request a shy fem reader x jj maybank? virgin reader who hasn’t had first kiss, and jj knows that she’s super touch starved? lots of sexual tension to eventual smut? praise kink maybe? thank u!!

sweet desire - jj maybank

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warning: makeout session. sexual tension? let me know if a miss any.

word count: 1.3k

author's notes: as always, got super carried away, love writing this and wished that i had finished sooner, sorry it took so long, have a couple requests and other works coming up soon! thank you for this request! part two

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The voices around were muffled in y\n’s head as she stared at JJ Maybank across the backyard. She attempted to distract herself by being a part of her friend's conversation, but her thoughts were way too loud to ignore them.

The boys were organizing a fire pit outside the chateau, you, Sarah and Kie were talking on the stairs, actually, Kie and Sarah were talking, you had your attention hooked on something else. You scan his tan body and his movements trying to be as subtle as possible for him, and anyone else, to not notice.

“hellooo, earth to y/n.” Kie snaps her fingers in front of your face. “I know the sunset is breathtaking but we’re making plans for your future.”

“Oh and what is that?” you asked, finally focusing on the conversion.

“to live for once, there’s like a hundred parties going on this summer and you have to go to at least one.” Kie stated

“but you have to promise to us not to sleep with the first touron that talks to you.” Sarah jokes making your cheeks red.

“No Sarah, c’mon, she can't have her first kiss with a random and probably gross guy.” Kie intervened

“Why not? There’s nothing wrong with it, a hookup it’s not supposed to be a relationship.”

“Oh God, can we not?”. You glanced at the boys approaching. They were talking over to each other as they got close to you, John B pecked Sarah’s lips and dragged her inside the house interrupting and ending the conversation, thankfully.

“Gross guys.” Kie shouted

“And, that’s my cue, I’m heading home to take a shower, wanna a ride Kie?”. Pope asked offering Kie a hand

“Sure, see you in an hour guys.” Kie said leaving with Pope.

You turned your head to JJ, who was picking his fingers, you adjusted yourself on the stairs avoiding starting a conversation.

JJ, like everyone else in your group of friends, has always been your friend. But lately, you've been seeing him through different eyes. There's something about him that pulls you in with a magnetic force, unlike any other boy you've encountered before. It feels both weird and exhilarating.

While you've never been open and intimate with any of the boys in the group, you were at least able to share more than a few words with Pope and John B but your interactions with JJ are different recently.

Your conversations with him always go the same path, but your mind is constantly filled with thoughts and fantasies that you have zero experience with.

It didn't feel normal to have such intense feelings for just a friend, but you knew that JJ would never be aware of the effect he had on you.

“Yo, I think I have a splinter on my fingers, could ya look at it?” JJ sat down next to you, and as he placed the back of his hand on your thighs, you couldn't help but flinch at the unexpected touch. Your gaze locked onto his hand, and you simply nodded in response

“i-i...yes, could you hand me my bag, it's on the sofa, I think I have a tweezer and a band aid there.” you stammered, blinking rapidly in an attempt to mask your nervousness.

JJ went inside granting you enough time to fix your hair and rub your hands into your face hoping to stop the blushing.

“Here ya go.” JJ returns to his spot handing you your tiny bag placing his hand at the same spot from before.

You hesitantly held his hands, your fingers tracing his skin as you scanned for the splinter. His body moved close enough for his intoxicating scent to distract you. You blinked rapidly, trying to focus on helping him.

“Does it hurt when I do this?” you asked.

“A little bit, i think you found it” he replied with a hiss “Keep going, you might be close.” You subtly bit your lip as you kicked yourself mentally for the way his words sounded so alluring.

You find yourself losing your composure, that's not your usual, that’s the least attractive thing to be doing right now and yet, pictures of his lips on yours fills your mind.

JJ's gaze lingered on you, carefully observing your reaction.

“I think you’re good.” you said letting go of his hands after removing all signs of splinters on his palm.

"Geez, yeah, that feels so much better," he remarked, getting up and standing in front of you. “You've got some serious skill,huh?” He awaited your response, tilting his head with a playful smirk on his lips.

Gosh, this is torture.

As you looked up at him, you nodded your head in agreement.

He couldn't help but make the connection in his mind, he recalled those moments when he had caught you stealing glances at him or how quiet would you get when there was just the two of you.

JJ has always seen you as shy, particularly around boys. But right now he's coming to understand that you're not just reserved, but also showing signs of neediness.

“Anyway, thank you cupcake.” he said before winking and turning his back, leaving you sitting there still processing the last minutes.

At night, the entire gang was reunited again, gathered around a crackling bonfire, sipping drinks, and sharing stories. Laughter filled the air as they reminisced about old memories.

The girls couldn’t help themselves to talk about your non-existent love life, Sarah feeling the effects of the drink was incredibly more sincere than sober Sarah.

She followed you onto the kitchen with her phone showing a bunch of cute seniors that she felt that would be a good match for you, Kie was still very reluctant for you to have your first kiss being with a random guy, you, as always, decided to ignore them as you continue to bring more beers to the boys outside.

As time passed, everyone started to disappear, you stayed behind, sitting by the dying fire pit, lost in your own thoughts. Gosh, sometimes it’s sad to be sober.

You suddenly hear footsteps approaching, you turn your head seeing JJ leaving the porch of the chateau, walking towards you with a gentle smile on his face.

"Hey," he said softly as he approached, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Mind if I join you?"

You shook your head, confused, scooting over to make room for him.

JJ's voice broke the awkward silence, catching you off guard with his unexpected comment. "First kiss then, huh?"

Oh God “What? H-how do you know this?” you stared at him

“That was not my question.” He arched his brow

“What? No one ever kissed me, I'm not waiting for a prince or something and that’s it, the end.”

JJ's expression softened. "Well, that's no good. Everyone deserves to experience a good kiss at least once in their life, right?"

Before you could respond, JJ got closer, leaning in. You could feel his breath on your face, you stood there in shock staring at his lips with your heart racing.

"Let me help you with that," JJ whispered, placing his hand on your cheek, your body tensed with nervous excitement, he pressed his lips against yours, a mix of emotions run through your veins, you were hesitant at first and as it got more further, the heat building between you two intensified the desire allowing you to be comfortable ambitious.

JJ hand went to your neck while the other one slid from your shoulder to your hips squeezing lighty, your senses were overwhelmed with the scent of his cologne, the taste of his lips, and the warmth of his body against yours.

Your hand kept pulling each other closer, his touch became vicious, you couldn’t let go of his grip, your tongues exploring and tasting every inch of each other’s mouth felt sinful. Your hand kept pulling each other closer, yearning for more of the same.

JJ broke the kiss gasping for air, he turned his head looking around checking for any sign of your friends, the silence revealed that, in fact, you two were alone. He got up not letting go of your hand, he pulled you one more time, this time placing a kiss on the side of your lips. And when you realized, you were following JJ back inside the house.

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kisabesworld · 1 year

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hellooo!

could you write ellie and reader? Ellie always had all the sorority girls hot on her heels until she met the reader, who was hot and interesting but tough and challenging and didn't seem to fall for Ellie's flirtations so easily and it frustrated her. imagine they were at a sorority party and the reader decides to indulge in ellie but first teases her a bit (with a short dress sitting on her lap talking close to ellie's lips but never letting ellie touch her and when ellie tried to kiss her the girl turns her face away) could this end with Ellie being a little mean as she fucks the reader in the backseat of the car?

thank you 😮‍💨

my heart skipped a beat reading this so yk i had to do it

cw: 18+ minors dni!, drugs, alcohol, mean ellie, strap-on usage

you’d heard around about ellie from your friends. about how she’s so hot, that they’d wish she’d ask them out. you’d never really seen the appeal. sure, she was attractive. but there wasn’t anything to absolutely fawn over. (pls forgive me for even typing that sentence..) they’d be all blushing cheeks and giggles, while you’d just sit on the couch, rolling your eyes in annoyance. how did they even have time for the mindless crushing when exams were coming up? you could barely think for yourself with all the information you were trying to shove in your brain. you just couldn’t understand.

ellie definitely noticed how you were. you didn’t act like the other girls in your sorority, and you didn’t even try to talk to her. she thought she had done something absentmindedly, maybe someone told you something about her? either way, she planned on figuring it out. though, her efforts weren’t recognized by you. she tried to get closer to you, strike up conversation, even joke with you. but every time you just gave her a bland answer and then left abruptly, leaving her cradling her pride while wondering why you didn’t have any interest in her. she definitely tried flirting, but you just brushed it off, acting like you didn’t understand that was what she was doing. even going as far as addressing the fact you were both friends, in a sickly sweet voice. she just rolled her eyes, giving up for the night.

after weeks of pining from ellie and still no results from you, your sorority had planned a party. what’s been happening with ellie had definitely wounded some of your relationships with your friends, passive aggressive jealousy being the result of how ellie had been acting. you thought maybe this could mend your relationships, but you thought wrong. of course, they invited the one person who’d started all the drama. ellie williams herself.

she’d been proud of herself managing to get an invitation for a party that was meant to be only sorority.. she felt special. and maybe a little bit like a douche. but mostly special. more than that, her heart fluttered in excitement at the thought you’d be there. maybe you’d give her a chance, finally? she swallowed her pride yet again as she got ready for the party, preparing to be rejected again. ellie didn’t usually wear makeup, or dress up in that matter, but tonight she wanted to impress you. even though her version of ‘dressing up’ was just a blue short sleeved button up and some jeans with her converse, she felt herself shudder at the thought she was making such an effort for someone. she put on some mascara, but just enough so you couldn’t tell. she honestly looked good. her lean arms were easily visible through the shirt, hair tied back in her signature half bun, the tattoo on her forearm only furthering how good she looked. she’d have to pat herself on the back later. grabbing her keys and shoving some chapstick into the front pocket of her jeans, she jogged outside to her car, excited for what was to come.

you, on the other hand, were much less excited than ellie. tension was high, you felt it suffocating you. you hoped things would ease as the drinks started flowing and everyone started smoking. but that was probably wishful thinking. you decided to push the thoughts to the corner of your brain, focusing on what to wear. you scoured your closet, brows furrowed in thought as you looked everything over. you ultimately decided on wearing a short black dress. shorter than you remembered. it was long sleeved and hugged all of your curves just right. you’d hoped you weren’t trying too hard. (if you wouldn’t wear a tight dress, just imagine it’s a short flowy one!!) checking your makeup in your vanity for a moment, you rubbed at a spot that needed fixing before stepping back. you thought you looked pretty good. the dress came down to your middle thigh, the neckline plummeting down to show a bit of your breasts. you slipped on some small black heels, ones that wouldn’t hurt your feet, and grabbed your bag. you stepped out, locking the door behind you. since the place was close, you decided to just walk there. though now you wished you’d brought a jacket. the cold wind stung your exposed legs, but you walked on, ready to be warm again at the party.

when you arrived, people were already drunk. and even though it was only supposed to be people of our sorority, some frat guys showed up and we’re making out with some of your friends on the couch. you gave them a questioning look before spotting ellie. she was on the couch, legs spread comfortably with a blunt in her hand. she clearly didn’t plan on driving home tonight. you sighed, walking your way over to her. maybe you should give her a chance? people around you were already upset anyways. you sat down next to her, her half lidded and bloodshot eyes sliding over to your form. she smiled wide, clearly happy to see you.

“hey, babe. thought you’d never show up.” she grinned, taking another drag from her blunt before offering it to you. you accepted, taking it between two of your fingers until the tip burned bright red and the smoke began to burn in the back of your throat. you handed it back to her, breathing out and fanning at the air in front of you.

“why are you here, ellie?” she handed the blunt to you again, letting you take a drag before taking it back from your hands.

“came to see you. duh.” she says, as if you should’ve known that already. you probably should’ve. you give her a grin, eyelids half closed already. you breathed in deep, leaning your head on her shoulder. she knew it was wrong, but when your dress rode up your thigh, showing just a little bit of the pretty panties you had put on, she couldn’t help but look. she then turned, cradling you cheek with her hand and leaning in to gently kiss your lips. “this alright?” she asks, locking eyes with you as she spoke. you nodded, doe eyes wide and bloodshot. she grinned, leaning in again and placing a hand at the top of your thigh, right where your dress ended. she gripped it, the plush fat giving way just a bit so her fingers made little indents in the flesh as she squeezed. she wanted to moan at the sight, pulling away from your lips. you both were breathing heavily. you had a confused look on your face, while she only looked cocky. she grabbed your hand, grabbing her keys off of the table next to the couch and slipping out of the house to her car.

“ellie! you can’t fucking drive high—“ you’re cut off by her lips smashing into yours, the kiss stealing your breath and tinting your cheeks red. when she pulled away you were panting, looking at her with an annoyed glare. she only smiled, leading you to her car which was parked in the farthest part of the parking lot. she was definitely planning this.

“we aren’t driving.” she simply says, unlocking her car with the clicker before opening the back door and ushering you inside. you get in with a huff, hands behind you trying to hold your dress down. she slides in next to you, a hand resting on your thigh as she uses her clicker to lock all the doors. you both look at each other for a moment before lust gets the better of you both. you’re suddenly on each other, lips on lips and hands running up each others bodies. you could already see the windows fogging up. ellie ran her hand in between your thighs, her cold fingers making you whimper into her kiss. she just rubbed your thigh gently before pressing two fingers to your panties. right above your puffy clit. she began to rub gently, your hips bucking up into her hand as you tried to hold back your moans. fuck, you couldn’t believe you were doing this. but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. a lot. she pulled away suddenly, lips coming down to meet your neck. you sighed at the feeling, and she took this as a cue to begin sucking hickies onto your neck. you whimpered, hands coming up to grip her shoulders as you let her do as she pleases. once she was done she pulled away, looking at your puffy, spit covered lips and your red cheeks. god, she could get used to this.

“you ever take a strap before baby?” she asks abruptly, your eyes widening at the question. you blinked a few times before shaking your head, not able to find your words in the already fucked our state you were in. “cmon, pretty girl. use your words.” she says, waiting with her eyes locked on yours. you open your mouth once but nothing comes out, the second time you manage to form words. “n-no. i haven’t ever.” you looked to the side in shame at how you were acting. ellie only grinned, grabbing your cheeks in a way that made your lips smoosh together before kissing you.

“y’so fuckin’ cute. y’know that?” she breathes, face so close to yours you could feel her breath. she let go, pulling your legs up and over her shoulders. you yelped at the suddenness, grabbing onto the headrest of the front seat to steady yourself. she ripped away your panties, eager and impatient. you didn’t even mourn the loss of your panties, ready for some release already. she stared at your pussy for a moment and you started wondering if she’d ever start. that was before she began practically making out with your pussy, eating you out like a madwoman. you let out a broken moan, a hand shooting down to tangle in her hair.

“ellie! els— s’too much! so— feels s’good, fuck!” you ramble on, pleasure already taking hold of your brain. it just turned her on that much more you were already fucked out.

“you can take it, baby. i know my good girl can take it. breathe, baby. breathe.” she coos, hand coming up to massage the skin on your hip. you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. she waits a moment before starting again. a bit slower but still with the same vigor as before. you moaned, hips bucking to meet her face as her nose bumped your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. you opened your eyes to look down at her. her eyes rolled back into her skull, closing at the taste of you. her brows were furrowed in concentration, freckled cheeks now dusted pink. her hands were wrapped around your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. you moaned, a knot beginning to form in your stomach.

“els, gonna cum. please, can i cum?” you beg, eyes welling up with tears at the pleasure. you looked down at her with pleading eyes, feeling your high quickly approaching.

“cum, i got you.” she reassures, her middle and ring finger easing into your hole and beginning two scissor you open, furthering your pleasure. you let out one last moan before white hot pleasure hits you like a freight train, causing your eyes to roll back and your body to go rigid. ellie just continues through your high, before you’re twitching and squirming away from the overstimulation. she pulls away, licking her lips before grabbing a backpack that was hidden on the floor. you breathe heavily, knowing what was coming next. she unzips her jeans and shoves them off, her underwear going with them as she then reaches into the bag, pulling out a harness which she clipped around her waist. then, she pulled out her strap. it was purple silicone, about 8 inches long. you shuddered, already needy again as you shifted in your seat. she clipped the silicone onto the harness, looking down at your fucked out state. “we’re not done yet. ass up.” she demands, tone harsh. you immediately obey, knees pressing into the seats to push your ass up. you even go as far as to pull your dress up to your belly, giving her full access to your cunt. she hums in approval, a hand coming down to cup your asscheek as she prods at your pussy with the tip of her strap.

“you ready baby? think you can take my strap?” you press your face to the seat, whimpering and wiggling your hips at her. she grinned, leaving a harsh slap on your ass. “just for that, i ain’t going easy on you.” she says, easing the tip into your pussy at a faster speed than you would’ve liked. but the pain added to the pleasure, having you clench around the silicone and whine like a bitch in heat. ellie only laughed cruelly, a hand coming down to press against the base of your neck. “what? can my needy bitch not take it? few seconds ago you were practically begging for it.” she says, groaning as she bottomed out inside of you. she leans down, mouth so close to your ear you could feel her breathing. “don’t care if you can’t take it, baby. i’ll make you.” she hisses, a cruel grin still plastered on her face as she abruptly leans back. she places two hands on your hips before pulling back, starting a fast and harsh pace thrusting into you. your mouth fell open, tears in your eyes as she repeatedly hit your g-spot. you wanted to scream with pleasure— it was just too much. you let out a loud moan, hearing her let out a broken one. the strap was rubbing her clit harshly at this pace, and she wasn’t about to slow down any time soon.

“els— els s’too much m’gonna cum—“ you try to warn, before your orgasm hits you so hard it has you seeing stars. your ears were ringing, eyes rolled back into your skull. the only thing that grounded you was ellie’s hand wrapping in your hair, somehow soothing despite the way she was fucking into you like a rabid animal. you’re pretty sure you even heard her growl as she fucked into you. the sound made your cunt clench harder than it already was, ellie clearly feeling it as she had to slow down.

“fuck— loosen up babe. can’t make you feel good like this.” she says, one of her rough hands resting on your ass, fingers circling as if to calm you down. you loosen up, and as soon as she feels less resistance, she’s fucking into you again at the same harsh speed she was before. “goddamn- tell me who’s pussy this is. go on, fucking tell me slut.” her harsh words made you moan, tears spilling down your cheeks as you began to speak.

“it’s yours, els. m’all yours.” she leans down to peck your tear stained cheek, taking pride in how fucked out she’d gotten you.

“that’s right, slut. you’re mine.” she says, before fucking into you without abandon. you swore you saw stars, the silicone tip hitting your g-spot in a way that made you feel like you were floating. you began to babble incoherently, your approaching high completely frying your brain.

“please ellie, need you so bad, m’yours please.” you whine, tears from the pleasure running down your face in big streams. she thrusts a few more times before you’re both thrown headfirst into your orgasms, the sound of moans and heavy breathing filling the car as she stilled inside of you, waiting for you both to come down from your highs. when you did, she quickly pulled her strap out, causing you to whine at how empty you felt. she only shushed you, unclipping the harness from her body and throwing both the strap and the harness in the floor. she quickly pulled you into her arms. your mascara had run down your face, lipstick smudged up your cheek. your nose was bright red from crying. she wiped away your tears with a sweet smile, pushing your face into her chest as she cradled your head with her hand. you wrapped your arms around her, nuzzling your face further into her chest. she didn’t even care your makeup was probably getting all over her shirt— you’d just given her the best fuck of her life.

“you did so good baby. so good for me.” she coos, a hand carding through your hair. “let’s go back to your house, yeah? i’ll make you breakfast.” she says, and you nod, face still buried in her chest. she only laughs, kissing the top of your head. “alright, get dressed then.”

authors note: i hope you all enjoyed!! also i hope ellie was mean enough in this..

#the last of us #tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #tlou2

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petrichor-idyllic · 1 year

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Hellooo how about a Minho x she/her reader where Minho has been hit by the lightning and hs the scars and one day Reader walks on Minho being half naked and she traces his scars and theres tension building up ;) THANK YOU

I love lightning scars Minho so absolutely.

This is a relatively new request, but I'm trying to get some of the easier ones done since I'm currently away.

And I just liked this idea.

SPARKS

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SUMMARY: See above. After TDC in the Safe Haven. You're a Right Arm member because I just like the idea.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, spice, typical dumb horny teenage bullshit. That's it, really.

You're a member of the Right Arm.

You're not high-ranking or necessarily special. You just ended up tagging along after Vince came through the refugee camp you were staying at.

But that doesn't mean you don't do anything. You're bold and forward, and you went through life-risking measures to help WICKED's Subjects escape.

Because, well, everyone did.

That doesn't matter now, though. They're safe, you're safe - everyone is safe and everything is okay.

Well, kind of.

Trauma doesn't just vanish. But, people are getting on with their lives.

And so are you.

You've ended up befriending some of the Gladers. Originally, you were friends with Harriet and Sonya since they'd been around a while - and they introduced you to the boys. So, you've got your own little friendship group now.

You're particularly close to Frypan and have some friendly competition with Gally. But you like them all the same.

Well...

Almost.

You don't know what it is about Minho that has you in such a chokehold. Sure, maybe if you were some innocent girl from a Maze who didn't know how to act around boys, it would make sense. But you're not.

You've survived the Scorch and the land outside of the remainder of society. It's not like Minho is the first person you've ever been attracted to either. So, why does he make you feel like this?

Apart from the fact he is undeniably attractive.

You figure it's just dumb surface level physical attraction. And with nothing else better to do, you decide to test the waters a bit.

Glancing at him across the table as the bonfire dances and his friends chat, often meeting each other's gaze. He holds it longer than he should. He always does.

Always standing or sitting next to him; your arms or your knees brushing as neither of you make any effort to grow the distance between you.

Playful inside jokes that often have subtle suggestive undertones. Normally, in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it style that the other Gladers brush off or don't notice. This results in Minho smirking into his chosen beverage, drinking up your figure out of the corner of his eye.

It goes on like this for a while; just being in the same friend group with some subtle flirtations going on. It's actually kind of fun and a much needed way to relax.

But it doesn't actually go much further than that. And you're fine with that.

For a while.

The jokes start becoming more explicit. The eye contact becoming less subtle. The closeness becoming drunken dancing instead of just standing together.

People are starting to notice.

The dumb attraction is starting to become actual feelings. He's brave and strong and funny and everything you want - and it's just making the sexual tension thicker.

God - it's getting bad. Anyone and everyone in a room with you two would be able to feel it.

The Gladers often tease Minho about it, talking about how he's one wrong move away from ripping your clothes off and cracking where he stands.

It's taking a lot of resilience from the both of you. Especially since you're both stubborn - it's become a silent game of who will crumble first.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" You're currently sorting out bedding and hauling different types of sleeping arrangements around camp. With Gally being put in charge of the Builders now, the huts are being thrown up like there's no tomorrow.

The Gladers and other Maze Subjects got the first available buildings, along with high up Right Arm members. You don't really mind, to be fair, you enjoy the hammocks and are happy to help the Gladers.

But as Thomas shouts you, you groan, turning around, blankets threatening to spill out of your hold. "Hey, Thomas. You good?"

"Yeah," something seems off about him as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, "I know you're already busy, but could you check on Minho for me?"

"Huh?" You tilt your head, concern immediately setting in. "Why? Is something wrong?"

"Uh," Thomas did not think this far ahead of his dumb plan. "Well, we just haven't seen him all day - seems kinda down. Figured you'd be the best person to speak to him."

This perplexes you. "Why me? You guys are closer."

And you could've sworn you'd seen Gally and Minho shoving each other about earlier today. Though, maybe you're just mixing up your days.

"Yeah, but he likes you, so..." You pause, farrowing your brows. He likes you? In what context? Like you know that he likes you. But... like, more than just the dumb flirting?

You shake it off. "Alright, gimme a second."

You dump the bedding off where it needs to be and make a beeline for Minho's hut.

Little do you know that Minho has just gotten out of the shower - and is completely fine. Thomas and Frypan decided they'd had enough of enduring the tension between you and this is the result that.

Reaching the door, it's slightly ajar, and in your concerned state, you, for some reason, decide not to knock.

"Hey, Minho, are you-?" You push open the door and immediately freeze.

Well, shit.

Minho stands with his back to you, loose sweatpants hanging off of his hips and he's without a shirt. He rubs his hair with a towel, freezing at your voice and turning slightly to look at you.

Which would be less awkward if you weren't in some kind of trance.

Minho is tall and muscular, and he doesn't have to be half naked for you to be aware of that. But, that's not what's stands out.

All over his upper body, mainly populating his back, are pinkish lines. They travel down his spine and split like webs across his back, some whisps creeping across his sides and grazing his front.

"You just gonna stare or ask me about it?" Minho says after a good few seconds pass.

What do you even ask?

"Uh, what... why..?" You trail off and Minho raises his eyebrow before scoffing.

"I got hit by lightning." He states matter-of-factly. "Ended up giving me some scars."

"When did that happen?"

"Out in the Scorch, just before we met Brenda and Jorge."

"And you never mentioned this?"

"Well, it didn't seem like a big deal," he smirks. "And I'm kinda enjoying the look on your face."

This kind of snaps you back into reality. You're here for a reason.

You clear you throat, closing the door behind you for more privacy just in case the ex-Runner is on the verge of a meltdown. "Are you... alright?"

"Uh, yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Minho is growing more concerned by the second. What is happening here?

"Well, Thomas said that something was wrong and asked me to talk to you."

Minho scoffs, putting the dots together and slowly nodding his head before rubbing his face with his hands. "Did he, now? Shuckin' slinthead. I knew they were up to something."

"Huh?"

"They're messing with you - us, even."

"Huh? Why would- oh! Oh."

Ah. That makes more sense. And is mildly mortifying.

"Yeah." Minho shakes his head, turning away from you again as he mumbles to himself. "Sorry, my friends are dicks."

"It's uh, fine. It's fine."

Your gaze falls back on Minho's chiselled form. He's practically mouth-watering.

And it's not like this is weird. You've been pushing each other's boundaries since day one. This could be another opportunity to see how far you can take things. I mean, he would if this were the other way around. So, with a sudden peak in confidence, you walk over.

Minho chucks his towel on his bed. "So, are you-?"

Minho doesn't even get the chance to finish his question as electricity sparks through him. Again. This time, not because he's nearly dying, but because your fingers graze his back.

His entire body stills, his mind immediately becoming foggy, and the hair on his arms stands on end.

"Do they still hurt?" You ask, your gaze focused on his skin and your voice low.

You're gentle in your moments, letting your fingertips barely tickle his flesh. But with the immediate and tense reaction, you're reminded that Minho is about as touch-straved as someone can get.

He's just good at hiding it.

"Uh, no, not really. They kinda feel weird sometimes, and I was really buggin' out about them when I first noticed them. But I guess I had bigger klunk on my plate." He tries to maintain his composure, but his voice wavers at several points.

You bring your hand higher, dancing across his spine and between his shoulder blades.

"Why were you buggin' out?" You've grown somewhat used to the Glader way of speaking.

He hesitates for a second, physically jumping when your other hand joins in, using your thumb to rub circles and pull at the scars threating to escape to his middrift.

"Well, I uh- shit," he mumbles the cuss word, stepping back more and into your touch, letting his head fall back. "I just... they just look weird, yanno?"

"I think they look hot."

Okay, you're becoming very bold.

"Hm? You think I look hot?" He asks, half-looking over his shoulder at you, not wanting to fully turn around and lose the feeling.

"That's not what I said."

"That's what I'm askin'."

You blink at him, watching his lopsided smile creep across his face.

In a game of confidence - Minho will always win.

Which means trying to play it cool.

"I just think scars are interesting, they tell a story."

"Do you go around touching everyone's scars, then?" He cracks a wicked grin you can't see as he turns his head away again. "That might get you in a bit of trouble around here."

"Yeah, but not with you." It actually is genuinely fun tracing the patterns in his skin. You have one hand following one path and the other following a different one.

"Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because you like it."

He peers at you again, his face suddenly serious and his tone lower than before. "You're really starting to push it, yanno that?"

"Push what?" You tilt your head, pretending to play innocent.

"You know what."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"So, you're just feeling me up because you think my scars are hot?" He scoffs. "That's what's happening here?"

You think for a second. Fuck it. "Yep."

"Well, there's more scars if you wanna touch them?"

Your eyes flicker to his face, letting your arms fall from his skin. He turns around, holding his hands behind his back, he rocks on his heels.

From his back, travelling to his front are smaller webs of the scarring. At first glance, you thought they only reached around his sides, but now you're realising there's thinner, less noticeable branches trailing across his abs.

He presses his lips into a thin line, almost like he's calling your bluff. Because this is the game you've been playing. Pushing each other. And you've pushed him so he's pushing you.

Though, this very well might end up being the breaking point.

Too stubborn to back down, your hand connects with his stomach area. He flinches, but very quickly relaxes again. You gently run your fingers across the lines and the curves of not only the remains of the electricity, but of just his body.

Your eyes flicker to his face as you expect him to make some cocky comment about how that's not a scar. But he doesn't. His eyes are fixated on your hand.

It's a feeling he's never really experienced before - watching someone enjoy him. Someone touch him with such care. With such want. Someone touching him like this at all is new.

And it's you.

You're the one touching him.

You.

And that's making it so much worse.

He doesn't make any effort to hide or stop the tightening sensation in his pants or the way his chest is rising and falling. His mind is falling into complete fog; he feels like he's taken something he probably shouldn't have.

You notice it, too.

"Minho-?"

"Shut up," he says almost immediately, eyes finally meeting yours. His pupils are wide and his eyelids heavy. "This... this isn't fair. You can't..."

He seems a strange mix of stressed and turned on.

"Okay, I'll stop," you pull your hand away, but he immediately grabs it, laying it flat against his middrift. "Minho?"

"Don't," he mumbles. "Don't stop." He can't look at you properly.

God, what's happening to him?

"Look," he continues, trying to gain some sort of clarity for a second. "If you're just messing around, that's fine, but leave now, okay? 'Cause this is getting cruel."

His words and the way he's acting is sending heat straight to your core. You step towards him, your faces inches apart.

"Are you caving, Minho?" Your voice is sultry as your hand slides further down his front.

"Are you?" He responds, leaning in further, your noses brush and you can feel his breath on your face.

"We can't keep doing this, yanno? One of us has to break eventually." You mumble, practically into his lips.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips.

"Shuck it," his hands come to your waist, yanking you closer as he finally kisses you. You squeak from the force behind it as you throw you arms around his neck, clawing into his back to try and steady yourself.

It takes a matter of seconds for Minho to spin you around, pushing you onto the bed, both of you tangling together. Desperation sets in fairly quickly.

Minho's hands under your shirt as you try to pull it over your head. His lips on your neck and chest as he slips a hand under you, trying to yank your jeans down. You leave stains on his skin from your nails.

It's a blur of emotion and hormones.

Then Minho hesitates as he sits back. At first, you think he's just admiring you as you lay in your underwear, but there's something else.

"You good?" You ask, becoming concerned.

"You know we're not gonna be friends anymore if we do this, right? Like the flirting and klunk is fun, but this is different. We can't take this back. A-and I've never done this before. I don't wanna shuck up our friendship or make things weird."

You blink at him before sitting up. He watches you as you move onto your knees and kiss him again.

"I don't wanna be your damn friend, Minho. Take the hint."

It's like there's a light behind his eyes, a smile creeping across his face, but unlike his usual cocky smirk, it's soft and warm and genuine.

He pecks your lips. It's sweet and unusual for him. "You wanna be more than friends, then?"

"Yeah," you chuckle, "but I'm sure we can worry about that later. We're a bit busy right now." You wrap your arms around his neck again, lightly touching the scars on his back. He grins at you, connecting your lips again as he pushes you down.

He pulls away, his teeth brushing your ear lobe as he lets out a low chuckle.

"Sounds like a good plan."

Here ya go, another spicey Minho piece for y'all.

I hope you enjoyed :))

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iheartcake123 · 2 months

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hi i love your fanfictions. can i request a imagine with sweet home sergeant kim. you are a doctor +soldier.you served in the military but your base camp was destroyed.so you joined the crow platoon.since then only seok chan and the others have been your friends.sergeant kim was always cold towards you.one day you had argument with him. please i dont know what should be the argument about.it could be she being careless and getting hurt??and then they had to go for the supplies and when getting the supplies a monster comes and attacks sregeant kim.she then tries to get it off. and then the monster comes for her and she gets hurt.then after the monster died,sergeant kim scolds her for getting herself hurt.she couldnt bear him anymore.she then breaks down about how he was always so cold to her and etc. he went quite and they went back to their camp she went back to her room. she struggles to clean up her wound on the shoulder.sergeant kim was heading to her room to apologize to her.he sees her struggling so he helps her.there is ome sexual tension between them. he broke the silence by saying sorry.then afte that they are sitting so close together they kissed made out.confessed their feelings for each other and fell asleep together.sorry i wrote this much.

hellooo!! tysm :) here’s you’re fic, i changed a couple of bits but tried to stick to the storyline you wanted as best as possible so i hope you like it!

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“make sure to keep the wound as clean as you can, okay?” you smiled at the women in front of you before handing her some bandages “take these and change the dressing every two days”

“thank you, you’re always so kind” the lady thanked you before walking away.

with a smile you watched her walk away as your wrapped up for the day. being part of the platoon and being a doctor you split your responsibilities. some days you’d go out on expeditions to find supplies and other days you’d be on doctor duty, helping the civilians.

you wanted to make sure you were doing your part.

after packing up your supplies up and closing the infirmary, you headed to the platoon area. when you got there, most of the men were eating supper or waiting for their shirts to dry.

“oh it’s y/n. come eat with us!” seok-chan gestured for you to come over to where he and some of the other platoon members were eating.

you nodded with a grin before grabbing yourself a bowl of whatever they were serving and went to sit next to seok-chan.

“how’s my favourite military doctor doing?” he gently elbowed your side and you chuckled.

“i am very good. i just can’t wait to go back to my room and sleep later though” you answered dramatically putting your head on seok-chan’ shoulder.

“busy day, huh?” he nudged you slightly and you lifted your head.

“don’t even get me started but anyway enough about me. what did you get up to today? find yourself a girlfriend yet?”

“ahh no way. you know i could never date unless the sarge decides to. that will never happen though”

“that’s right. the sarge is too serious to start dating anyone” seo-jin chimed in.

“please, the sarge will never find someone. he’s too uptight and cold. i mean, he literally doesn’t even talk to me! how rude can someone even-“ you complained but seok-chan suddenly cleared his throat causing you to stop talking.

you twisted your head slightly and saw yeong-hu stood a meter away with his arms crossed looking at you.

“i think you should stop worrying about such trivial matters and focus on doing your appointed jobs miss y/l/n. you’re on washing up duty and there’s a big pile waiting for you to clean” yeong-hu said before walking away.

when he was a safe distance away, you sighed aloud.

“he heard all of it, didn’t he?” you held your head low “god, he didn’t like me much before. i bet now he’s likes me even less”

“it’s not that bad y/n. you know how the sarge is…” seok-chan made an attempt to try and make you feel better but it was not working.

sergeant kim yeong-hu just didn’t like you and you didn’t know why.

the following day, you woke up nice and early. you were going to be going on an expedition with the platoon. after getting your gear you went to the main platoon area. most of the members were still getting themselves ready and you joined jin-ho who was doing his usual tech things.

“i don’t know how you do all this. there’s about a hundred wires” you commented watching jin-ho attach one wire onto another.

“it’s easy once you know what is what” he said and briefly looked at you.

“right..are you thinking of growing your hair out again?”

“not any time soon. it’s easier if it’s just short…” jin-ho answered running a hand over his head “i do like how it looks when it’s longer but-"

he abruptly stopped speaking as his eyes widened slightly. he then cleared his throat and turned his focus back to what he was originally doing.

“if you don’t mind y/n, let’s talk later im busy right now” he said in a serious tone and you awkwardly nodded.

it wasn’t until you got up from your seat next to jin-ho that you realised why he was acting in such a weird way. when you got up and turned on your heel, you saw yeong-hu stood nearby. he had a stern look on his face and spoke once you saw him.

“any luck jin-ho?” yeong-hu said aloud “i hope you’re not getting distracted by certain people”

yeong-hu kept his eyes on you as he looked you up and down as you walked past him. you did your best to hide the fact he was slightly intimidating and went to go sit with some of the other platoon members.

-later-

you made sure to be on your best behaviour when on the expedition to get supplies. you didn’t want to get onto yeong-hu’ bad side.

“let’s split into two groups, that way we can cover more ground. this is a wholesale store so there should be plenty for us to get. seok-chan, seo-jin, jin-ho and y/n come with me to cover the second floor of the building and the rest of you cover the ground floor” yeong-hu ordered and soon enough the group was split into two.

yeong-hu led from the front with seo-jin behind him. you were behind seo-jin and at the back was seok-chan. you all quietly made your way to the second floor, the concrete floors and walls in the staircase area were covered in some thick brown substance and the smell was sickly.

“stay cautious. we don’t know what creature could’ve done this” yeong-hu looked back briefly before continuing forward.

“ah what’s that fucking smell. it’s so bad” seo-jin cursed.

“man up seo-jin, it’s not that bad” seok-chan let out a chuckle and you couldn’t help but giggle slightly.

seo-jun shot you both a quick glare.

“seriously, what monster did all of this though” you breathed out as you all approached the top of the stairs “it’s disgusting”

“focus! we are about to enter the second floor” yeong-hu suddenly snapped and you gulped with a small nod.

you didn’t understand why he was so cold to you. you tried your best not to dwell on it though. you had to focus on the task at hand.

you held your gun close as you followed the others as you all entered the second floor.

yeong-hu and seo-jin covered the right side while you and seok-chan covered the left.

“clear!” you called out as seo-jin did the same.

“let’s all split up. look for any supplies you think we need. keep within ear reach of each other” yeong-hu announced.

“we can’t be sure there’s no monster here so keep your eyes peeled and call out if you need help” seok-chan tapped your shoulder, and you sent him a quick nod as you all then went separate ways.

you went straight to what looked like an area with a bunch of medical supplies.

“bingo!” you smiled to yourself, quickly making sure the area was safe before getting your hand torch out and putting your gun down. you placed the torch on the shelf so that it would illuminate the area as much as possible.

after filling your bag to the brim with different medical supplies, you began to make way to see if maybe there was anything else. you made your way over to a check out counter and began rummaging through the draws underneath, checking to see if maybe there was anything useful. you crouched down and held the torch in your mouth as you needed both hands free. it was practical.

as you continued to rummage through the draws, you heard a scraping sound and your head immediately shot up. you took the torch from your mouth and held it in the direction where you thought you heard the scraping was coming from. you took a deep breath in trying to stop yourself from reacting badly as you noticed a creature that had a human head, a human upper torso but the rest of its body was a centipede body climbing up the wall.

luckily, it hadn’t seen you.

you tactically turned off your torch and stayed crouched as you made your way to try and find the others. you couldn’t exactly radio any of them or call out to them because then it meant the monster would know you were there.

you barely made it a meter or two away before, you heard footsteps approaching. it was yeong-hu. he was walking in the direction of where the creature was.

“stop” you whispered as loud as you could while waving your arms to try and get his attention.

he at first didn’t notice you but when he did, your eyes widened as you realised hanging above him was the creature.

“what are you-” he raised an eyebrow but was cut off at the half centipede creature jumped on his back. yeong-hu fell to the ground and the creature

you immediately got up and rushed to help yeong-hu. you had your knife in hand and pierced it through the creatures chest. it shrieked in pain and then turned to look at you. the head of the creature had large teeth, that resembled fangs and its eyes were pure black. it hissed and lunged towards you.

you felt its full weight on top of you and it held you down as its teeth sunk down on your shoulder. you released an ear piercing scream as pain shot through your body. you didn’t stop trying to push it off of you and soon all you could hear was gunshots and eventually the weight that was once on you disappeared.

“y/n!” you heard yeong-hu’ voice yell as your eyes became heavy.

“sarge..i” you just about managed to say before everything went black.

when you woke up, you were in your room back at the stadium. you couldn’t remember how you had gotten back. you tried to sit up but felt a sharp pain in your left shoulder and remembered the hideous creature that had bitten you. your shoulder was now bandaged up and you were in your pjs.

you noticed on your bedside table that your radio was there so you carefully went to reach for it. you then turned it on and spoke into it.

“hello? is anyone there? seok-chan?” you said into it but no one answered.

maybe they were busy?

with a sigh, you let yourself fall back onto your pillow. you were in a lot of pain. you closed your eyes and tried to see if you could remember what had happened after the creature had bitten you but it was of no use.

after a couple of minutes, you heard your door swing open and you lifted your head. you saw that it was yeong-hu.

it took you by surprise that it was him so you quickly sat up, ignoring the pain you were in. you cleared your throat and smiled politely at him.

“sergeant kim” you greeted but by his facial expression, you could tell he wasn’t in the mood.

what possibly could’ve made him in such a sour mood?

“how careless could you have been?” he suddenly raised his voice causing you to flinch in shock “do you know the position you put yourself in? you can’t just put yourself in harms way! do you understand how it affects the team? i had the situation handled and because you decided to step in. you not only hurt yourself but we had to leave the expedition early!”

you felt tears swell in your eyes. how cold could he be?

you only wanted to save his life. it wasn’t like you planned on getting hurt.

“im sorry sergeant” you voice was quiet. you didn’t want to argue and make things worse.

“sorry doesn’t cut it y/n! you’re a part of the crow platoon. you should know not to be so careless! i’m relieving you from your platoon duties. from now on just focus on providing medical attention to those who need it.” yeong-hu’ voice was harsh.

“you know what? i give up with you sar- to you, i can never do anything right. you’re always to cold and rude towards me! I’ve done everything in power to get you to try to like me and treat me like you do with the other platoon guys but it’s clear that i’ll never get your respect. so you can relieve me of whatever duties you want because i give up! now please get out of my room” you finally snapped, tears were streaming down you eyes now.

you dont know what overcame you but you stood up, ignoring all the pain in your shoulder and began to push yeong-hu out the room.

“get out” you were trying not to yell and eventually he walked out. you slammed the door behind him and broke down some more.

why was he so cold towards you.

the next couple of days, you avoided the platoon members as best as you could. you couldn’t handle facing them, especially yeong-hu. you felt embarrassed about everything that happened. seok-chan tried his best to talk to you and you appreciated it. you just didn’t want to get involved with the platoon, now that yeong-hu had basically banned you.

you got back to your doctor duties the day after your confrontation with yeong-hu. you wanted to keep yourself occupied. at first it was difficult due to your shoulder injury but you soon managed to navigate your way and treat the patients with one hand.

“it sounds like a vitamin deficiency to me, which can happen in these circumstances. take one of these pills everyday for the next two weeks” you told the guy in front of you as you handed him a bottle of vitamin pills “if after two weeks, you still have symptoms then come back and let me know”

the guy you helped quickly thanked you before leaving and you sighed. you were working longer hours in the infirmary now that it was the only thing you would be doing. you checked the time and saw it was quite late so you decided to call it a day.

you closed the infirmary door and put the sign up to say it was closed for the day and went to examine your own shoulder. this was the last thing you needed to do for the day. you replaced the bandage every day, you didn’t want to risk getting any infections but it was a hard job each time and it was never wrapped as tight as it should be.

you threw your shirt off leaving you in just your tank top. you held your breath as you began to peel away the bandages from the wound. after successfully removing it, you then grabbed some sterile water to flush the would out. this proved difficult to do. but you managed.

just as you were about to apply some cotton with some antiseptic solution on it, the door to the infirmary opened and when you looked to see who it was you gulped.

yeong-hu.

once he noticed you he turned on his heel to walk out again. you breathed out a small sigh as you turned your focus back to your shoulder. however, he then paused and turned back towards you, this time walking to you. you were too busy trying to apply the cotton.

you grit your teeth as it burnt ever so slightly and you jumped in shock after realising yeong-hu was now stood beside you.

“let me help” his voice was firm.

“i’ll be fine” you whispered not looking at him.

“y/n let me help” this time you gave in.

you let out a sigh and nodded. you hoisted your body onto the infirmary table and let yeong-hu give a hand. his touch was soft as he gently applied the antiseptic cotton onto your shoulder. his fingers occasionally grazed over parts of your neck and you held your breath as he began to wrap the main bandage over to cover your shoulder completely.

you couldn’t help but to notice yeong-hu’ facial features as he did this. was he always this good looking? his eyes remained focused in your shoulder, you never noticed how soft and round they were. his hands, delicately placing the bandage around your shoulder. you never noticed how large and gentle they were.

your heart was beating fast and you didn’t know why. once he was done putting the bandage on your shoulder. he traced his fingers over the bandage, proud of how neatly he did it. yeong-hu looked up at you and your eyes locked with his for a second. he then stepped back and rested his hands on his hips, clearing his throat.

“thank you” you whispered carefully putting your shirt back on.

“you’re welcome..look, y/n” he began and then let out a sigh “im really sorry for how i treated you. i respect you a lot, really. it’s not an excuse but i have a lot to handle right now and i can’t bare losing anyone else. so when you got hurt i took all my anger out in that moment and i shouldn’t have”

“i appreciate your apology but it doesn’t explain why you’ve always been so cold towards me. I’ve done everything in my power to try and prove myself but it never seems like enough” you felt yourself become emotional.

yeong-hu stepped closer to you, closing the gap that was between the two of you.

“trust me you’re enough. y/n you’re way more than enough” yeong-hu took your hand in his.

you both stared at each other, your heart thumped inside your chest as yeong-hu looked between your eyes and lips. you swallowed hard as yeong-hu then leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours.

you lifted a hand and placed it on his chest, debating if you were going to push him away but instead you felt yourself leaning into the kiss. yeong-hu’ hands moved slowly down your back to your hips and your one arm moved to wrap loosely around his neck. the position was a bit awkward since you couldn’t move your one arm but that didn’t matter. you both couldn’t get enough of each others lips. the kiss was filled with passion, love and need.

when yeong-hu finally pulled away, you were both slightly out of breath. you couldn’t help but break into a smile as yeong-hu let out a relieved sigh.

“wow” you said aloud, looking at yeong-hu.

he rubbed the back of neck as he then let out a happy chuckle before being serious again.

“y/n, i really like you. i’ve liked you since i met you and i can never get you out of my head. i don’t know if you feel the same but even if you don’t, please give me a chance to put everything right and show you how much i care for you” he put a hand on your leg and gently rubbed circles.

“i like you too yeong-hu. i always have, that’s why i always tried so hard to get you to like me like you did the others” you put your hand atop of his “of course you can have a chance…just don’t blow it”

“i wouldn’t dare”

#kdrama x reader #sweet home #sweet home fic #sweet home imagines #sweet home masterlist #sweet home x reader #sergeant kim #yeong hu fic #yeong hu imagine #kim yeong hu #kdrama imagine #writing #yeong hu x reader

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 months

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Hellooo, what do you think of the episode "Sun and Moon need to protect Lunar in Vrchat"?

And what do you think Solar said when he was proving to Moon that he isn't Eclipse?

(Idk almost every time they interact I feel a tension between them and that is making me nuts.. are they purposely doing that?)

LIKE RIGHT?

I feel like I'm going insane.

Moon: You and I both have our positive and negitive knowledge, when we do something together… who knows.

Me: AYOOO??? OwO

Plus the excessive censoring when Solar was talking about the first time they met and the long month they spent together.

I don't doubt that long censoring joke was Solar saying Moon said he'd ram a stop sign up Monty's Ass...

BUT WHY DID SOLAR IMPLY THE BUILDUP WITH SUCH FONDNESS??? WHAT DID MOON TEACH HIM HOW TO DO???? IS THIS WHY MOON SAYS HE'S QUESTIONING NOW??? I HAVE QUESTIONS????

sidenote but InvisableDavis has literally liked bruja's art of Ruin x KC on twitter, so it's possible he saw the solarmoon art..... Like. Weird to say cus I don't know the guy personally, but the RuinxKC art wasn't that long ago sandwiched between a lot of solarmoon stuff? Who knows... that's my tinfoil nosiness talking tho

Like I don't need to DO anything?!

The Ship has sailed itself since the two first met and I will stand by that.

#solarmoon #solar x moon #danachan's replies #danachan's asks

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oneshotnewbie · 2 months

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hellooo :) maybe a meredith grey x child reader where reader is her daughter and becomes jealous of baby zola and the attention she’s getting from everyone?

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A cold autumn wind blew through the streets of Seattle as Meredith Grey quickly reached the front door of her charming home. Her long, blonde hair swirled in the wind as she hurried to get to her home before the storm. The day at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital had been chaotic as usual, but Meredith was looking forward to finally spending time with her two daughters.

As she opened the door, she was greeted by a cheerful laugh coming from the living room. A warm smile appeared on her face as she discovered the source of the laughter. There, on the carpet, were her two daughters playing. Your little figure was visibly trying to turn on the chime for Baby Zola and imitate her to sleep. But beneath the apparent harmony, things were simmering, and the tension between you and Zola was hard to miss.

Meredith's heart melted at the sight of the two of you. Zola was her adopted daughter who had come into her life several weeks ago and had made her world even brighter ever since. But you were something very special. You were the result of the love between her and Derek, her late love. You were her miracle, her little daughter that she never thought she would have.

"Hello, my darlings." The blonde greeted you both as she sat down on the carpet next to you and took little Zola in her arms. She lay still, with wide, curious eyes darting between Meredith and you. You looked up from your toys and beamed at them. "Mummy!" You exclaimed happily, handing her a stuffed animal you were busy with. She smiled lovingly at you. “Hello, my sweet y/n,” she said softly, stroking your hair.

Your face lit up when you felt your mother's hand, but then your gaze turned away from her and looked at Zola, your expression turning slightly downwards.

A pang of concern shot through the blonde's heart as she saw your attention focused on your sister. Since Zola came to the family, the Grey-household had been tense and Meredith had noticed how the dynamic in the family had changed. You had initially been thrilled to have a little sister, but over time a subtle jealousy seemed to creep in.

“Did you have a nice day, y/n?” She asked, trying to start the conversation with you. You nodded excitedly and began to talk about your adventures at school and on the playground with the nanny. You were positively overflowing with excitement, and Meredith couldn't help but be proud of her bright, lively daughter.

But when Zola started to scream, your eyes widened and your look showed a mixture of confusion and pure jealousy. She could see the conflict in your eyes and felt a lump in her own throat. You were so full of love and longing for attention from her, but you didn't know how to get it. And she couldn't give you all of her attention since she had a small baby and was a single parent.

While she tried to feed and calm Zola with a bottle, you seemed reserved and withdrawn. Your little eyes sparkled with suppressed anger as you kept glancing over at them, seeing Zola still in your mother's arms.

Meredith noticed this and tried to lighten the mood. "Why don't you two play together after Zola has finished eating? Maybe you can tell her a story or show her your stuffed animals?" She suggested, hoping to bring you and Zola closer together again.

However, you just looked at her and said nothing, too caught up in your own anger to accept your mother's suggestion. Instead, you picked up your little stuffed bunny and clumsily threw it in Zola's direction. The toy unfortunately hit Zola on the left side of her face and she started screaming with the bottle she had in her mouth, slightly injuring her.

Meredith, who was aware of what was happening but had had a slow reaction time that evening, quickly lifted her into her arms and comforted her while she turned her gaze to you, which was full of shock and guilt.

"I can't believe you did that, y/n! What were you thinking?" the blonde scolded as she gently rocked Zola back and forth. You looked down in shame and started to cry too. "I'm so angry and sad." You confessed, your voice shaking, and your mother felt a twinge of sympathy, but her anger outweighed everything else. "That's not an excuse, y/n. You can't just throw things at your baby sister when you're mad. That's very dangerous."

You sobbed even louder and then ran away to your room in tears. Meredith sighed heavily and lay down on the sofa with Zola. Her heart ached with worry for both daughters. How could she manage to restore harmony in her family when tensions between the two of you were growing?

She gave you time to calm yourself down after the jealousy between you and Zola had reached its peak before she decided to have a conversation with you. As night fell and the stars lit up in the sky, Meredith put Zola to bed. She sang a gentle melody to her and lovingly stroked her hair until the little girl fell asleep peacefully.

With a deep breath she made her way to your room. She knocked softly on your door before entering to find you sitting on the bed playing with your Barbies, your eyes still red from crying. “Y/n, love, can we talk for a moment?” Your mother asked you softly as she sat down next to you and you nodded, looking up at her, your eyes full of uncertainty.

"I know it can be difficult adjusting to a new family member, especially one that needs as much attention as Zola," Meredith began sensitively and you lowered your head, stroking your Barbie's hair nervously. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to hurt Zola. I just feel so alone sometimes, even when you're there." You confessed quietly and she immediately opened her arms.

You threw yourself into her embrace and she felt the pain you expressed in your words. "It's okay, love. It's normal to feel jealous sometimes and we have to learn to deal with it. But I want you to know that you are just as important as Zola. I love you both so much, and I I will always be there for you, no matter what happens."

You looked at her with tears in your eyes. "Really, Mom? Do you love me as much as Zola?" You asked, continuing to cling to the blonde as if you never wanted to let go of her again. "Yes, really. You are my little princess and I want you to be happy," she answered you lovingly and a soft smile appeared on your face. "Thanks, Mom. I love you too."

Determined to make a fresh start, Meredith grabbed one of the Barbies and started playing with you. The two of you were immersed in a world of fantasy and adventure as you laughed and had fun together. In that moment, the blonde vowed to do everything in her power to make sure you felt loved and accepted. You were her little princess, her precious gift, and she would never abandon you.

And so the two of you played long after bedtime into the night, united by your love for each other.

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5am-mist · 1 year

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ok but imagine reader catching bella checking them out

Obvious

°pairing°> bella ramsey x costar!reader

°summary°> You catch Bella checking you out at a premiere and couldn't help teasing him about it

°requested?°> yess :))

~°A/N°~

OMG YES. i wasn't sure if i should turn this into a fic but i did anyway i hope you like it! thank youuu for the request anon! <3

Getting the opportunity to work with Bella was probably one of the best things that ever happened to you. You guys hit it off instanly and became very close. You guys would look for eachother in crowds and spend every possible moment you could together.

There was this unspoken tension between you two. You see you two were practically dating, you both liked each other and would do most things that only couples would do together but you guys just never spoke about it. It's not like you two weren't aware, oh no you were very aware of it. It was more like you were both waiting for the other to say something.

Today was the premiere of the film you both worked on together, you were ecstatic but nervous seeing as this film was a project you were extremely proud of. You'd already gotten dressed and did your hair now you were on the way to the event

...

After arriving your nerves started to bubble up to your throat, it wasn't the event itself or the interviewers waiting to ask questions or the flashing lights and shouts from cameras, paparazzi and fans (okay so maybe they contributed to your rising nerves) but you were worried that people wouldn't recieve the film as well as you'd hoped.

Sure you knew some people wouldn't like it but you hoped majority would. You've spent the past 2 years on this film, there were alot of set backs and issues along the way but it was here now. You finally had something to show for your hard work and to put it lightly you would be crushed if nobody liked it.

You had to push those thoughts aside along with your nerves as you made your way down the carpet waving and smiling at the people you walked past finally stopping at an interviewer. Her name was Taryn, she'd been at almost all of your previous premieres to interview you, soon you guys became somewhat friends (you wouldn't talk out of interviews and premieres but you always knew she'd be at your next premiere waiting for you).

You guys made a bit of friendly banter but occasionally she'd ask a few questions. You were oblivious to the fact that Bella had arrived, he wanted to say hi but before they had the chance they were pulled aside for an interview of their own. He wasn't focused though , on the interview that is, he was focused on something and that something was you.

In her defense you looked drop dead gorgeous standing there laughing and smiling in an outfit that was going to be the death of Bella. Of course they were going to be checking you out.

You turned and finally noticed that Bella had arrived, you saw them staring at you and flased him a smile before turning to Taryn and asking her to excuse you to which she obviously did.

As you made your way over to Bella you saw them shift on her feet and smile which matched the large smile that you still hadn't managed to wipe off your face.

"hellooo!" you dragged out the 'o' very clearly happy to see them.

"Hi, do i know you?" they joked which was followed by giggles coming from both of you. You went in for a hug, wrapping your arms around them as they wrapped theirs around you.

"i saw you checking me out, you were being extremely obvious" you wispered just loud enough so that only she could hear, you break the hug before they could say anything else and give them a quick kiss on the cheek before walking away.

After that he couldn't focus on any interviews for the rest of the night and your medias were going wild for the next week.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #lgbtq #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou #hbo the last of us #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey x y/n

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dontyouworrydaddy · 7 months

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hellooo ^_^ can i get a request for a gn or fem (dosent matter to me) non-military!rock climber reader & platonic!141?? like theyre friends with each other, but arent in the same work. the reader is some super talented and well known climber (i was thinking bouldering? top, rope, lead and auto belay are kinda… meh to me), but the members of the 141 never knew until they saw some viral video about the reader. if u want any info on climbing if you dont know much u can make a post or smth replying to this and i’ll send in another message with whatever u need to know!!!! thank you!!!!!

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Task Force 141 x gn! Reader

Hey! I hope you like this! I didn’t really know how to make it as interesting as possible so I hope you still enjoy this. Tried my best out here💘💘😆

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You had always been among your friends. The Task Force 141 met you in a bar and from that point on they basically adopted you. An unexpected friend group.

While you weren't officially a part of their team, you had forged a close friendship with many of the members. Your skills on the rock wall were legendary, but the nature of your work and the surrounding it had always kept you humble and quiet about your achievements.

It all began on a typical day at the task force's secure facility. Captain John Price had called in everyone for an important briefing. You sat with Captain Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap. your eyes focused on the mission details. Your presence, however, had become so routine that no one really questioned it.

The briefing ended, and you exchanged nods and pleasantries with your friends as they geared up for their mission. This was your usual role - offering support, sharing stories, and providing a brief reprieve from the harsh realities of their dangerous work.

But little did you know, the tables were about to turn.

As the team settled into the dimly lit briefing room, Soap, always the one glued to his phone, showed a viral video to the others. "You guys have to check this out," he said, his eyes glued to the screen.

The video started, and it showed you, the mystery climber who had become a sensation in the climbing community. Your impressive bouldering skills were on full display, as you effortlessly conquered one challenging route after another. Your movements were a mesmerizing dance of strength, technique, and agility.

You could feel the tension thickening in the room.

Ghost's eyes widened as he watched, then looked over at you. "Hey, isn't that…?"

Before he could finish, Gaz chimed in, "It is! That's our friend, you y/n. That’s you!"

Everyone in the room was captivated by the video. You were like a.. Ghost , moving gracefully on the rock wall. You for sure made Ghost question himself and over his name. No one had suspected that you were a climbing prodigy. The atmosphere in the room shifted from shock to awe as your skills left the boys speechless.

Price couldn't help but smile. "You never fail to amaze us, do you, y/!n?" he said with a chuckle.

The video continued, showing you giving an interview. The interviewer asked about your inspiration, and you shared your story of growing up in a small town, scaling cliffs and mountains as a child. Your eyes lit up as you spoke about the thrill of facing challenges head-on, your voice filled with a passion that resonated deeply with everyone in the room.

As the video came to an end, Ghost spoke up. "You've been hiding this from us, mate! You're a rock star and never told us?!"

Gaz agreed, grinning. "You need to show us some of those moves sometime."

You blushed, a rare sight for your friends who had never seen you flustered. "I didn't think it was a big deal."

Soap shook his head. "It's a huge deal! You're incredible!"

In the days that followed, your friends couldn't stop talking about your incredible climbing skills. They shared stories of their own adventures with you, and it was as if a new layer had been peeled back to reveal a different side of your life.

One evening, after a mission, you took Gaz and Soap to your favorite local climbing spot. With the cool breeze in your hair, you demonstrated some basic techniques and shared your passion for climbing. As the sun dipped below the horizon, you could see their enthusiasm growing.

Gaz, now harnessed to the rock, looked down at you. "You know, this is the best thing that's ever happened to me after joining the task force."

Soap chimed in, hanging from a challenging route. "Yeah, mate, this is our kind of thrill!"

Over time, the climbing outings became a regular part of your lives outside of the high-stakes missions. Your soldier friends now knew a different side of you – the thrill-seeker who found solace in the heights of the natural world.

Gaz and Soap, improved their climbing skills under your expert guidance. They marveled at the rock face, the trust in the ropes, since they’re still not good enough to do it without ropes like you, and the rush of adrenaline when they reached a challenging summit. It was a stark contrast to the intensity of their day jobs.

One afternoon, as you were all scaling a rugged cliffside, Soap looked down at you and grinned. "You know, you've given us a new way to unwind, something we never knew we needed."

Gaz nodded in agreement. "This is like therapy, but with a better view."

The bond between all of you grew stronger with every climb. Each expedition became a break from the darkness and danger of your profession, a reminder that there was more to life than the battlefield.

But as much as you cherished the moments spent with your friends, you were well aware of the realities you all faced. In your world, danger was never far away, and the missions could turn deadly in an instant.

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squidklok · 6 months

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“I’m sorry I destroyed the record! I’m sorry that I took the girl! But I don’t want her if it means that I can’t have you. Be my drummer.”

Hi guys i am thinking about this again 🙁

stupid fucking geek rant/analysis(?) under the cut that’s probably been worded better and said before by like a krillon people

this scene is deadass one of my most favorite non-comedic sequences in the show

i enjoy every single little corny detail of this scene because it's just GOOD. it's one of the most significant moment between nathan and pickles in the entire series

LIKE . THIS BIG ASS MAN IS VOMITING BLOOD IN ORDER TO APOLOGIZE TO HIS BANDMATE/FRIEND ..,, THE PEOPLE ARE SHELLSHOCKED. he is more emotional trying to do this than deliver the eulogy of his longtime band-father figure. he’s doing this in front of his ACTUAL ex bandmate (MAGNUS,,,!! HELOO!!!!)

the show has made it clear with dialogue and just plot in general that nathan has trouble expressing himself emotionally (snakes n barrels pickles, REBECCA!!!, song of salvation, blablabla…)

it has also made it clear he DOES care about his bandmates like when he takes dethklok to sweden to get skwisgaar back, saves toki from the revengencers/tries to talk about his recent drinking, freaking out for almost killing murderface, saving toki from camp, the crap in doomstar requiem/army of the doomstar, every motherly thing, etc. THE LIST COULD GO ON IS WHAT IM TRUING TO SAY .

but THIS is the scene that means the most to me,,, i love nathan and pickles and the crazy chaotic shit they pull, and this is such an crucial scene in both of their character arcs and the break of the tension in that part of the show. whether you want to ship nickles romantically or not, you cannot overlook the obvious relationship they have because IT’S SO HUGE.

also HELLOOO????? FRIENDERBENDER?????????? ARE THEY GETTING GAY WITH IT ??????? MAYEB

sorry hi i’m done and i’m normal now

#nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #nickles #metalocalypse #mtl #i love this show #brendon small #geeking out #i’m frothing at the mouth #im dying #yapping #squidsaysshit #do you think they’ve explored each other’s bodies

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chaseadrian · 2 years

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"I'm not a delicate little flower, kiss me like you mean it." with Steve pretty pretty please!

hi jo lol sorry this took foreverrrr and it’s longer than i expected so uh enjoy

the silent hours

pairing: steve harrington/afab!reader word count: 1.8k words tags: friends to lovers, angst, happy ending, soft!steve, unprotected sex, not proofread, genuinely wrote this lightning fast so sorry for errors

Nobody talks about the transitional phase between friends and something more. It’s not always a smooth slide from open, unabashed conversations and skirting around tension to feverish kisses and the comfort of home. Sometimes it’s a slow ride down a dirt road in a car with old shocks.

Steve certainly felt it, and you were getting sick of him dancing around you. You were trying your hardest to be patient; you’d never seen Steve worry so much about holding someone’s hand. When you were friends, you could swing your legs over his lap on the couch without thinking too much about the ramifications of that act. But now, somewhere between friend and partner, every little touch was getting you closer to that conversation. The dreaded “what are we?” and “where is this going?” that you wanted to avoid because what else could you be besides best friends? Becoming something else didn’t preclude you from also being best friends.

The first kiss wouldn’t be some signature on the death warrant of your relationship. You knew it, but Steve…he wasn’t so sure.

Walking back to your car late one night, Steve’s hand loosely in yours, you were determined to get that kiss. Determined to show him that it would be so much better than this skittish vibe that’d been hanging around. And if he was scared of what would happen post-breakup, well, you had Nancy and Robin up your sleeve. Arguably two of his best friends, still hanging around after he crashed and burned romantically.

You spun around on your heels as you approached the driver’s door, pulling Steve in by the loose grip you had on his sleeve.

“Woah, hey, hi.” He said, feet planted on either side of you, a little too close for comfort.

“Hi.”

“You gonna get in so we can get out of these uncomfortable clothes?”

You cocked your head at him, and he rolled his eyes in return.

“I—you know what I mean. Can we go?”

Whiny and derisive as ever.

“Depends. Was this a date?”

He started floundering syllables, and you cut him off.

“I think it was. I think we’ve had lots of dates and they’ve all ended without a kiss. Kinda feel like I’m being led on here, Steve.” You played with the cuff of his button-up, free hand flicking your keys in a circle at your waist.

He froze for a second before putting on airs, “Okay. You want a kiss?” He leaned forward and just pressed his lips against yours, “There.”

You pushed him away from you and unlocked the car, sliding in without a word.

Steve rounded the front and tried his side. Locked.

“C’mon, seriously?”

You pressed the button on your door, and he hopped in before you could change your mind.

“Thank you, hey, look—”

Turning the dial for the radio, you raised the volume until his voice was inaudible.

“Hey! Hellooo!” He yelled, trying to reach for the radio and getting a swat from you each time. “Ow!”

You pulled out into the road, driving home with your eyes fixed straight and the music pounding in your ears. You didn’t want to hear another word from his mouth, another excuse or apology. When you pulled up to Steve’s house, you unlocked the doors without a word.

He reached once more for the radio and you let him.

“Really? The silent treatment? I kissed you, what’s the issue!” God, he could be so stupid.

“Because it wasn’t a kiss, Steve! It was placating! It was ‘here, now shut up about it!’ I’m not a delicate little flower, Steve! Kiss me like you mean it!”

“That’s not fair!”

“Isn’t it? You were the one who came to me, nervous out of your fucking skull because you thought you were gonna ruin our friendship. But I feel the same way so what is the hang up here?” You fiddled with the flaking leather on the center console.

“I don’t want to fail again! It’s exhausting, and then you hate me and I hate you and it’s all fucked up.”

“You fucked up with Nancy, didn’t you? And she still hangs around. And Robin? She didn’t even reciprocate! If anything’s unfair, it’s you treating me any different.”

He fixed his eyes on your hand, peeling dry leather off bit by bit.

“It’s pure luck that they kept me around. I mean, I got…a long long list of girls that didn’t. Which is fine, I wasn’t even friends with them to begin with but I just don’t think I’d get lucky a third time.” He closed his hand over yours, stilling for several moments before he closed his eyes and spoke, “I’m scared.”

You felt yourself immediately soften, a thin wave of guilt pouring over you for pushing him too much, for punishing him.

“Steve…” You whispered, turning in your seat to face him, “Can I ask you something?”

He opened his eyes, and they were still fixed on that center console, “Sure.”

“Do you love me?”

A small nod.

“Good.”

He looked up at you, expression wiped of the usual affect he’d have. The moment was bare, and you knew he was laid out before you, close to breaking. All he’d ever wanted was a family, and you were lucky enough to be welcomed in by him and Robin and the gang of kids that always seemed to pop up out of nowhere. You’d be stupid to ever give that up, to ever give Steve up. And still, somewhere in that hairspray soaked brain of his, he worried that you would.

“I love you. Okay? I love you. I could never hate you, and I could never leave you. Do you understand me?”

He answered yes with the kiss you’d been waiting months for. Relief splashed on his face as he dove in, a hand on your cheek, thumb under your chin holding you against his mouth. You were quick on the uptake, arms wrapping around his torso, one tight around the back of his neck.

You were flat against the driver’s seat, Steve’s body enveloping you, leaned fully over to your side. It was everything you’d wanted, this kiss, this moment. His lip trembled against yours, his hand just slightly unsure as it held your jaw, moving from jaw to hairline to shoulder. He couldn’t hold enough of you.

Lips sliding against each other as you sighed, losing breath faster than you found it, heat burning your cheeks and the friction of his tongue on yours. It wasn’t desperate or bursting with ecstasy, but it was deep; it was the physical casting aside of all the fear he felt, all the frustrated anticipation you went through. You could’ve stayed there in that car until the morning, but Steve pulled away and invited you in.

You didn’t rush across the street. With an empty house and hours until the responsibilities of daybreak would hit you, Steve wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you through the dark. He tossed you an old pair of pajama pants and a big t-shirt from the camp where Steve had his first kiss. You imagined Steve as a ten year old in a shirt that was even now two sizes too big for you.

Silently you both slid into his bed, facing each other with faint smiles and your arms over the other’s waist. Steve was bare-chested, dark sweats pulled up to his hipbone, the peek of a scar climbing out from the waistband. It was silent save for the revolving whoosh of the ceiling fan.

The hours passed and you laid there still, closing in on each other until it was your head in Steve’s chest, arms curled up between you, his hold tight on you. You didn’t sleep, didn’t even close your eyes. You kept your eyes open wide, staring into darkness, listening to Steve’s slow breathing. He took to petting your hair, running a thumb over your elbow, kissing the top of your head. These affections were few and far between, but still they broke up the hours you spent in silence.

You weren’t one to have a silent mind, but right now it was quiet. Save for the anxious question of when he’d kiss you next, whether you’d go for it instead, you were pleasantly surprised by the gentle satisfaction of being in his arms.

It wasn’t until the room was lit in a cold blue light that he pulled back to look at you, his hair mussed up on the pillow.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in. It was care this time, not placation, that kept the kiss faint. You slid a hand underneath his neck, doing your best to hold him as he held you, an uncomfortable pretzel of limbs squeezing and stretching as you made your way into his lap. Slow kisses building pressure between you, Steve’s hands around your shoulder blades, underneath the weathered shirt.

Between articles of clothing shucked onto the floor you kissed, with your hand at his pelvis, his quiet moans in your mouth, you kissed. His fingers on your nerves, lips at your throat, a suffocating heat with his comforter covering your bodies. The only thing that broke your lips away was when he slid into you, the full pressure of his erection inside you with one prolonged, excruciating thrust.

He was gentler than you’d expected, his hands tracing each spattering of goosebumps that his lips left, slow thrusts filling you up, his mouth swallowing your moans. He screwed his eyes shut when you started circling your hips, taking control, pulling away to sit perpendicular to him, your hands on his pecs as you ground against him. Your head fell back as you rode him, the thick wallow of his erection inside you marrying the sharp nick of your clit every time you shifted your hips.

Falling down onto his chest, you kissed him as you came, body trembling over his. He thrust into you, and the dizzying blur in your head had you barely able to register that he, too, was in the crest of his orgasm.

You kissed him through it, whispered declarations of love broken by moans.

Steve reached down blindly for the t-shirt, swiping it between your legs before you slid off him. He threw it into the laundry basket and pulled you again into his arms, your head atop his chest.

You settled once more into silence, several minutes of the sun’s slow rise in the sky before you spoke, “What time do you work?”

“Eleven.” He paused, waiting for your inevitable sigh, “Tomorrow.”

Lifting your head up, you squinted your eyes at him before settling back down, “I’m going to sleep then.”

Steve laughed, giving a quick kiss to the top of your head.

Within minutes, you both slipped into sleep.

#steve harrington/reader #steve harrington/you #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfic #my writing #mine

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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it’s always you | eddie munson

SUMMARY -> eddie broke it off with you the moment the big misunderstanding arise. tensions high, emotions completely in the air, the day the news broke out about chrissy’s death lead you to hoping your relationship with him would resolve. just with the upside down coming into play.

eddie munson x fem! reader

masterlist

REQUEST -> by @kellysimagines

GENRE -> angst

WARNINGS -> violence, gore, misunderstandings, talks about break-ups & mentions of death

WC -> 3,788

a/n: hellooo sorry this took so long but i was a bit unhappy how i wrote the first part and rewrote it again hehe. i changed a minor detail but it’s still as same with your request. i hope you like it, enjoy!! T_T

likes, reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

it felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest. that slow agonizing feeling sinking in once you realize what just happened. every muscle in your face constricted into a frown, hands balling into fists as the salty tears came running down your cheeks. the sky was turning grey and rain would soon pour before you but seeing him leave, without a second glance made you want to wallow up into a hole and just, plainly, hide forever. you gulped in a sob as you turned around the other direction, the sound of his van turning on and speeding away had you glancing back, hoping he’d somehow listen to you what just happened a while ago. you fucked it up. that’s what you thought but it wasn’t. just a whole misunderstanding that seemed like you can’t even get him to listen to you for once.

it started just after cheer practice, before the pep rally starts tomorrow. everyone in the school knows you, member of the cheer club, was dating eddie munson. the resident hawkin’s freak. everyone was baffled by it, you didn’t care a bit at what people’s opinions were. but eddie did.

“i’ll see you tomorrow.” chrissy says hugging you as usual. you smiled, nodding, reciprocating her friendly affection. “be in high spirits, ok?” she reminded you with a gentle smile on her face.

“of course, it’s a big day tomorrow.” chrissy chuckled, nodding. breaking away as she cutely waved bye to you, now leaving the school gym, clueless that how aware you are that something was going on with her. a sudden urge pulled you to call her name out one last time. “chrissy!”

“yeah?” she paused her steps, looking back at you with still a smile on her face.

“nothing. just— take care of yourself.” chrissy’s expression was taken a back but recovered quickly as she curtly nodded and smiled, waving off now as you held in a breath. that strange dense feeling she left off as you exhaled sharply. truly, you somehow wished she’d talk to you about what’s going with her these days. the headaches she has, visits from the guidance counselor and little mentions she says about what’s going on back home. you were worried, being one of her closest friends made you like this. she’s a sweetheart and you couldn’t bare to see her in some form of pain she was hiding. you dismissed the growing thoughts, wanting to get out of the gym as soon as possible knowing some of the team would like to play out their offense and defense this night. for the big win they hope they would take on tomorrow.

clutching your gym bag, your heart palpitated knowing eddie was still roaming around the premises, bored and probably blabbering his mouth how your little cheery dance took so long. a cold gush of wind feathered your face, the sky turned cold blue, street lights already on and the sweet memory of eddie’s voice making you eager to get back home, and lounge in his van. not until everything escalated too quickly. “y/n, hey! chrissy’s gone?”

you turned around, expression deadpanned seeing as jason came jogging towards you. you were irritated at him, and he knew. “really? you couldn’t spare some time to walk chrissy back home or something? i already fucking told you how she’s not doing well—“

“yeah. yeah. i fucking know. don’t spit at me.” jason huffed, irritated as well with your bickering. oh, you hated him. you can tolerate him because of chrissy, which he was a lucky fucker for it. ever since you started dating eddie, the constant bickers and insults he spewed never ended. he still thought you could be with someone more decent than a freak. the conversation broke out with you fuming at him. you were mad, of course. mad at the fact that he wasn’t doing any shit to try and console his girlfriend. maybe it was your blatant worries for your friend that caused you to be like this. she had asked you just a day ago if eddie was still dealing of some sorts, which baffled you thinking she’d buy something from him. the only thing now stuck in your mind is to push him into slowly helping you with chrissy right now. to let her open a bit.

“you don’t think i know my own girlfriend?” jason shot out with a snarl, towering over you like he always did when he gets jocky. you crossed your arms, not liking how he was trying to intimidate you. at some point, before jason started going out with chrissy, almost everyone knew he had a thing for you. it was irrelevant, much so you hadn’t realize that this would be a cause of concern once you had started dating eddie. the topic of it circled for a time, how some people spewed out that you had lost a chance with jason. which annoyed you to the core that why not they just stop with it, you out of the spotlight for once.

“obviously. that’s why i’m telling you to fucking talk to her.” you sighed, forehead throbbing at how your brows were scrunched together. “for once, you could listen to me instead of being ignorant. maybe this whole conversation could end.”

jason rolled his eyes. “who am i to listen to someone who dates a freakshow, eh? you’ve gotten feistier i can give you that, but i know chrissy better than you do. so cut the bullshit, we have a game tomorrow.”

“what the fuck does my relationship have to do with me telling you chrissy isn’t doing well these days?” you almost shouted, annoyance through your whole face. asshole. you snarled in the inside as jason went silent, stepping closer to you as his nostrils huffed. your back hit the cement wall, him towered before you. you gripped your arm tight, nails digging into your skin, still holding eye contact as you stood your ground.

“everything. you date a freak, you become a freak. you’re lucky that some people still tolerate you than that prick. anyone could’ve been better, but hey, your loss.” he whispered, you stood silent, rage before your eyes and malevolence creeping behind your back. the space between the two of you felt overwhelming, too close, you were going to yell at him yet the sound of footsteps caught your attention. your eyes widened, you glanced from jason’s shoulder, seeing as you were met with eddie and his bewildered expression. fuck. you shoved jason’s chest, making him stumble back a bit in surprise, the situation you clearly weren’t expecting.

“eddie.” you called him out softly, seeing his eyes just stare at jason. the jock smirked, seeing as he did caused a scene between the two of you.

“goodluck, freak. she’s got a mouth.” jason winked, heading back inside the gym. silence filled the atmosphere, dread filled you thinking how eddie must have thought of something else what was going on between you and jason. bundles of nerves started forming inside of your head, you gazed upon your boyfriend, your rage slowly sizzling down as you focused on him. jason was out of sight. his eyes finally met yours, your heart stopped for a second, seeing the trace in them turned into something riled. not as the usual dismissiveness he has.

“jason carver, huh?” eddie spoke, letting out a chuckle, no amusement in it. you stood silent, your throat constricting as you can see his cheeks turning red. you gulped, hands shaky thinking of ways to console him. this was not supposed to happen. you fucked it up, of course you’d fucked it up.

eddie was fuming, he could feel the blood rush to his ears and the hotness on his cheeks evident. he didn’t know what to assess the situation before him. jason carver pushing you into a wall, you not backing down. he was thinking of either punching jason or just leaving, plainly. he knew little of your relationship with the jock, you never spoke anything about the cheer and varsity team. all he knew was that you were friends with chrissy and jason, maybe. but right now, he just feels lost. so confused on how your relationship is going. was he doing enough? did you somehow were losing interest? he couldn’t pinpoint exactly it, he just feels lost. so lost that he could back down right now. he is the whole school’s freak, why was he doing with you when you can be with someone like jason carver?

it all transpired so quickly, you were sobbing now. you had tried to tell him that it wasn’t like that but clearly he thought of otherwise. you were irritated, how his stubborn head couldn’t take in your words. yet, you knew you had a place on how this happened. your relationship with him was still growing, trying to slowly understand each other. you should’ve been more attentive, he should had been more understanding. both clashing, both resulting into this now quiet mess as he turned his back on you. already, it was over. he said it was over, and you didn’t push him further seeing him already hurt. the clouds already covered the sky, turning the whole hawkins into this morose blue. salty tears streaming down your face as guilt ate you up. you wanted to shout, yell or anything. anything to keep you leverage with your emotions. you wanted to comfort him at the same time, thinking how hurt he had felt that you couldn’t tell him clearly that you loved him for god’s sake and—

you really do.

•••

the day came as usual. the pep rally started early. your eyes were puffy when you woke up, you cried yourself to sleep and whilst trying to get ready. in all, you felt like shit. numb even, too astray to think how things can end in an instant. all that love you cannot seem to think where to store or where to give it. the day felt hollow, you had to apologize to chrissy for not following her cheery reminder. you tried to be yourself, but it felt like a huge weight was dropped upon your shoulders whenever you saw him pass by. how he looked in the cafeteria, all revved up and spitting on jason. of course, dustin and the others noticed it. you were practically eddie’s beam of luck when you had a chance to accompany him every dnd night. now, everything changed. and dustin surely wasn’t liking this.

“this is whole bullshit that i cannot understand.”

“dustin, i know you’ve heard of it from his mouth. if he wants it over, then it’s over.”

the freshman was in complete disbelief. all of hellfire was in disbelief. nobody saw it coming, and none of them wanted to ask their leader about it. fearing, his last campaign would go to an pitiful end. he avoided you, treated as if you were now the people he told you he disliked. yet, you swallowed it down, emotions bottled up for the rest of the night. your frame of mind going into a downward spiral. hoping something would go on and he’ll come back to you.

until now.

your breath huffed, following dustin and the others in the afternoon towards reefer rick’s shack, their hands bagful of groceries for someone. you hadn’t count how long the news broke out chrissy passed away and eddie was the main suspect following her murder. everything baffled you, you didn’t know what to think on how your friend died that night and how your ex-boyfriend was now on the loose. and jason on his tail, after the jock tried to talk to you to spit out where he was. fear ran through your mind, of course jason would kill him. it was a whirlwind, chrissy is dead and here you are, finding answers and maybe get some peace in your crippled mind. dustin and the others were comforting, they filled you in with the situation, you had thanked them for letting you in with the secrecy. steve was a bit skeptical, knowing you’re a cheerleader but he eased down on some point. robin didn’t know what to make of you, still intrigued to socialize and max was curious what your relation is with eddie.

“he’s in there. i don’t know what he’ll react if you come in so… goodluck?” dustin patted your back as they opened the door. a familiar stream of curses came from the other side. your breath hitched, going in first as dustin announced the delivery service. eddie was shaking, a broken beer bottled pointed to the group defensively. his brown orbs widened seeing you. out of all he would see now, it was you. you stuttered, clearly awkward after the break-up. the two of you stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say. just mutual silent comfort.

“we brought a friend. well, a very close one and she’s worried.” dustin explained as they all sat down comfortably, eddie in the middle, munching on cheerios and drinking chocolate milk like a starved dog. dustin and the others were explaining all the possibilities of bad and good to him. how dispatch announced they were trying to find him and was convinced he murdered chrissy. he glanced at you for that, you knew he didn’t do it obviously. yet, he seemed cautious with every word he had said. you were stricken by it, feeling his cold gaze. you accepted it, understanding his caution. your ties with jason and all. everyone was outside of the shack now, leaving you two alone, dustin had advised to warm a bit knowing the days might go rough.

“how are you?” you asked silently. eddie sighed, licking his lips. still a bit bitter. he ignored your question, finally turning his head to you, face sunken and eyes droopy with tiredness.

“you think of me a serial killer now, huh?” his tone was hard and cold, you shook your head not liking the way he was accusing you. your heart is already bruised by the loss of him and now the loss of your closest friend.

“i just wanted to find you.” you heaved out. a frown forming seeing as he just dismissed you. it imprinted you painfully, like it was that day again. “i wanted to help.” you mumbled as you stood up, leaving the shack, holding everything in as the others noticed it. dustin’s face dropped as he glanced to you retreating into the woods and to eddie, who sat quietly on the boat. steve nudged him, telling him that’s how it’s gonna be. and he liked to think it was not for a time, he hoped.

•••

“w-wait. shit. fuck!” you gasped, blood oozing out of the flesh on your stomach. you sobbed as nancy hushed you with words to stay still. this was a whole load of bullshit. a whole load of unbelievable fuckery. jason had caught up with eddie in reefer rick’s home. he was lucky to have escaped and all but now, after dustin had directed that lover’s lake resided to this portal of some sort to the entity who killed chrissy and the other victims announced. you helped, from max almost being possessed and all other shit happening. you were glad nancy was here, solving it all and lucas who had successfully helped as well. but, you did not expect is to actually dive in and save steve and the others into this world like hawkins. eddie had argued with you a bit when robin dove in, a lot of shouting that you shouldn’t follow but you were adamant that you weren’t going to leave them into that hellhole. eddie didn’t have the power to stop you. you dived in, he did as well, for your sake.

and here you are, injured, bloodied and mucked with those flying pieces of shit. one caught up with you when you wack one that was incoming for steve after he was almost strangled to death. it’s fangs bit you hard and you cried out for it. pain unbearable but still manage to run for cover from the swarm.

“y/n. y/n. hey, i’m gonna wrap this cloth around you and you got to stay still, ok?” nancy ushered, you sobbed, the bleeding still not stopping.

“i can’t— i just can’t. i’m sorry.” you groaned again, tears streaming down your face as the fear of dying here got to you. a shadow loomed over, robin was blabbering about rabies to steve while eddie was looking down to you with a worried expression writhed on his whole face. his hands clenched on either side, heart dropping seeing you injured.

“eddie.” you croaked out, nancy looked up to the man with pity, giving eddie the ripped cloth. eddie nodded as he crouched down to replace her. your shirt was ruined, thrashed and dirty, your face was getting paler. eddie was panicking in the inside as he cupped your cheeks, doe eyes pleading before him.

“i’m sorry, eddie. i’m sorry.” you cried, guilt washing over on you again.

“hey, hey, calm down. i just need to wrap the cloth around you and we’ll be okay, sweetheart. can you do that for me?” you stared into his eyes, words of comfort slowing your panting. he leaned his forehead to rest upon yours, you sighed slowly, loving the way his hands touched your skin and his closeness a big warmth you’d miss.

“listen, i know i’ve been an ass. but just this once. let me help you, sweetheart.” he begged, his willpower decreasing seeing the wound ooze out. your eyes were blurry, you could feel his breath fan over your eyelids. your chest seized it’s big exhales, you winced and nodded as he started working. wrapping the fabric on your waist, careful to not be too tight but tight enough so the wound wouldn’t fester further. a moment of silence transpired, the other three were outside. assessing what to do and where to go in this horrid place. the quiet comfort of the wind gushing outside and the sound of the demo-bat swarm hindered, you tried to sit up straight. eyes still glassy as eddie sat in front of you. a gush of courage ran through your veins, seeing him so withered. all at once, everything pushed down on him.

“you know,” you started, voice still hoarse. “that day with jason. it was never like that. it will never be. i-i just wanted to say that it will always be you, eddie. no one but you. it’s always you, ok? and i’m sorry you thought of otherwise.”

eddie’s doe eyes shined, his adam’s apple bobbed as the sudden wave of regret flooded him in the inside. he could see how genuine you are, how stubborn is he, now he just realized. eddie let out a sigh, not liking the way he was feeling. he sorely regretted thinking of breaking up with you. he really did and he could not think of any way to make this right not until you showed up suddenly. looking for him, asking if he was okay and offering a piece of friendly comfort in which he plainly denied like a asshole he is.

“it’s my fault. everything, sweetheart. guess i thought…” he paused, embarrassed. “i thought i wasn’t enough. me being a freak lowers that. sorry. hah, fuck.” he mumbled, glancing to see your face. scared if you were angry.

“eddie.” your voice turned soft. “you are enough. and partially, i don’t care what anyone thinks. but talk to me, and maybe we can figure this out.” you suggested, hoping a bit. eddie shyly nodded, scratching his chin as he was still fazed by it. you scooted closer to him, offering your open arms for a hug. he leaned in, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. you rubbed circles on his back as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, gentle as ever. he was savoring this moment, you as well. thoughts of everyone accusing him as a murderer and this shit of an upside down world gone for a moment.

“i love you.” you whispered, sending his heart into a frenzy. he slowly detached himself from your hold, a little shocked as you waited for him to say anything. the tips of his ears turned red as your cheeks glowed with warmth. you love him.

“oh, sweetheart.” a grin grazed his lips, he captured your lips with a sweet kiss, telling how much he adored you. amidst everything, at least one little thing he had gone right. you sighed between his lips, loving the way how it felt again. your stomach churning in delight as eddie pulled back to put your hand to his chest. the soft rhythmic beats of his heart made your flutter as he whispered his words sweetly. “and i you.”

•••

“fucking graduated!”

all yells and cheers came in as the hellfire club congratulated their leader for finally getting out of highschool. the whole week after the shithole in the upside-down, that fucked up wizard finally put to an end and eddie’s name cleared for the murders he was suspected. you watched with happiness seeing as they tried to lift him up, the diploma in his hand and his cap almost flying off as they all cried together. at least everyone was there, this eleven the others had mentioned you got to meet. it’s all— seemingly strange how most of you almost died.

“oooh—“ robin’s voice made you sigh as you turned to the side to see her wiggling her eyebrows. “if you wanna kiss him or something, get on with it!” she pushed you forward, your own diploma almost falling out of your hands. you grumbled, still a smile forming as you walked to the cheery man. eddie noticed your presence as he opened his arms wide to hug you. you laughed as he spun you around, blabbering nonsense about how things turned out great.

“it’s our year, isn’t it?” he kissed your cheek, placing you by his side as you snuggled against him.

“like you said, ‘86, baby.” you laughed, everything felt right. so right, that eddie’s eyes caught jason’s. you felt him still as you followed where he was looking. jason’s jaw tensed, evident bruising still healing from his face after lucas’ dope beating he did with the jock. eddie merely dismissed it, looking at you as he connected his lips to yours. everyone whooed as you shyly hid yourself from them. the jock turned away, ashamed he is now. and a tinge of jealousy seeping through.

you two perfect and proud for each other.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

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itsami · 1 year

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I'll never get over how hilarious this exchange in the background is during this scene

Carson is so distracted by the idea that she's gonna get laid she fr can't pay attention to this conversation with Ana for 5 seconds

Like they start talking and Carson is mildly engaged:

Hellooo? Earth to Carson?:

Mounting frustration...:

(at this point Carson is just openly staring at Greta)

Fuck it, I give up:

This is why I'm convinced Ana knew about them bc this whole interaction just read as 'yeah there's no use she's too busy being gay rn' with zero suspicion - more just 'I'm gonna leave before the sexual tension in the air begins to choke me'

#honestly who could blame her #but fr subtelty wasn't in the equation at all she was on cloud 9 #carson shaw #ana blair #greta gill #shirley cohen #gretson #carson x greta #aloto #aloto 2022 #a league of their own #a league of their own 2022 #a league of their own series #my aloto posts

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Hellooo! Quick question because I desperately want to talk to someone about Twins: am I the only one who thinks Koh is trying to set up First and Zee/Sprite? I feel like it’s the only reason he ever became friends with Zee all of a sudden when he hated him before, and every time he sees them together he eyes them all curious. Like in ep 7 when Koh and Zee entered the locker room together and First was there waiting, all jealous? It felt like Koh deliberately left them alone because he’d wanted to make First jealous. And in ep 8, after First and Zee’s kiss, they join the others for game night and Koh looks at them like he knows they just had a moment together. My question is just if he’s doing it because he sees the tension and wants the two to get together once and for all, or if there’s an ulterior motive involved. Koh was really not a fan of Zee’s before, so maybe he’s trying to catch them and out them online or something, like the photo of the two of them sitting close to each other that was put online before? I’m just really suspicious and I don’t trust Koh, especially after seeing how hostile he was in the beginning of the series. Do you see that too or am I going crazy?

Oh, Koh is definitely up to something. Just look at this shot: Koh smirking evily at his phone as Daew prays in the background. The roommates in Twins each seem to be polar opposites, so I feel like Daew is meant to represent good, while Koh is meant to represent evil. I just don't know why 😭

To be quite honest, I wasn't paying enough attention to the volleyball plot in the first half and I haven't had time to go back and watch it again, but I feel like the answer is probably hidden in there somewhere. Is Koh one of the alternates? I truly can't remember.

My best guess is that Koh has figured out that "Zee" is not actually Zee and is hoping that if Sprite and First get together, he can reveal Sprite's secret at some opportune moment and therefore rattle both Sprite and First as they head into the second round of try-outs.

Or maybe I'm totally off base, but something is definitely going on with Koh because Frame and Ryan have been running the promotional circuit with Kong for the past two weeks and now I'm half-convinced this is going to be the show that finally gives us that threesome we've all been asking for 😂

Like what is happening???

#twins the series #asks #frame ritchanon #ryan panya #kong kooppong

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hellooo! I hope you are having a good day, this is my request : a boschi x reader(aruji-sama) that is very shy and boschi fell in love with her/them (you can use gender neutral o female) and aruji-sama fell in love with boschi too but she can't confess because her shyness

if you do more writings I be requesting more! I have many ideas!

you can call me whale shark (sorry I love too much marine biology😭) I hope this is good enough, Byeee!

𝑺𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆!

- ♡ characters: Boschi Arenas

- ☆ Gn reader!

- ⚠ warning: Way too much fluff!! Teasing very much teasing! Maybe ooc Boschi!

- ✎ Please do not Reupload on anything other than Tumblr!

A/N: Omg, I found another marine biology lover!! You super god damn adorable!! I'm so sorry for not answering this!! I got caught up with exams, so sorry, whale shark!! And do please request as much as you want after all I am here to make all your widest dreams come true!! And I am so sorry if I got Boschi's character wrong. I don't know much about him!

𝐵𝑜𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑖 𝐴𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑠 - ボスキ・アリーナス

You were wandering around the devil butlers' palace. After all, you had nothing better to do as you ended up outside out of the devil butlers' palace without meaning too- as you simply just walked around the garden, you heard familiar voices as it was Ammon and Boschi- you simply just watched as Ammon ranted about random facts about flowers to Boschi who looked so done with everything right now as you blushed noticing the Boschi's eyes met yours..

"Aruji-sama came." Boschi said as he smirked, noticing how your cheeks heated up as he thought "cute" while Ammon just smiled noticing you standing there as he blinked noticed the tension in the air between you and Boschi as he simply hid his sly smile behind his hand while you were blushing as you didn't think they would notice you.

"U-Uh-" You tried to say something, but the words didn't wanna come out of your mouth as you just felt super embarrassed by Boschi just smirking at you as if he knew you had a crush on him which he didn't obviously but you thought he did before you simply ran off- as Ammon and Boschi stood there dumbfounded by what just happened right now.

A few hours later~

You were outside in the forest near the lake with Muu both just watching the sky and the lake as you simply smiled hearing Muu just talk to you about things that happened today as you blinked noticing a familiar figure just laying down under a tree.

"Ah! Boschi!" You thought to yourself as you blinked noticing Muu just went back to the devil butlers' palace thinking you were following as you simply felt your cheeks heat up as you walked carefully and slowly over to Boschi as you just stared at his resting face.. he looked so peaceful..

"Enjoying the view, Aruji-sama?" Boschi asked, surprising you as you jumped up a bit in surprise before you could run away or back up. Boschi just pulled you on top of him- you cheeks were even redder now but it felt nice as Boschi himself was blushing a bit but he hid it.

You just closed your eyes as you slowly fell asleep on Boschi's chest as Boschi simply watched you with a small gentle smile on his face as he simply just carefully kissed your forehead before he fell asleep himself it was peaceful and an adorable moment between you two! <3

But meanwhile in the devil butlers' palace the whole place looked like a mess with the devil butlers trying to find you as Haures just noticed the Boschi wasn't there either- they simply just were worried sick about their Aruji-sama after all they barely knew where you were-

"Where last did you seen Aruji-sama Muu?" Fennesz asked as he simply tried to keep his cool down as he really didn't wanna think the worst happened to their Aruji same as Muu remembered the forest all the devil butlers were now in the forest near the lake-

They found you and Boschi sleeping together literally cuddling as to say the least some of the devil butlers weren't happy-

"BOSCHI!" Haures yelled immediately waking up both of you as you seemed just blushed covering your face seeing how all the butlers saw you with Boschi in the position while Boschi just yawned not caring at all as he simply smirked seeing the annoyed look on Haures' face and Lamil..

Maybe one day one of you will confess your love to the other but for now it will just a crushing stage until the day comes..

#akuneko #devil butler with black cat #akuneko x reader #devil butler with black cat x reader #あくねこ #𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕 #🌹.𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓.

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maladaptive-jcb · 9 months

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Chapter 5: Shattered Hearts and Healing Scars

Jamie x female!reader

(fluff, safe for under 18)

Click here for chapter 4 if you missed it.

Summary: Reader is an independent artist who lives on her own in a small town and meets Jamie, a musician, in an art studio where their budding relationship formed through shared interests of different forms of art.

Warning: There will be talks about trauma and PTSD from sexual assault, domestic abuse and dissociative episodes throughout the story.

It's been a couple of days since our dinner night out… which unfortunately includes the incident between us. I haven't seen or talked to Jamie since then and I'm not even sure if I'm ready to. There weren't any classes available from Mr. Hayes lately as well and while I'm grateful that I don't have to deal with Jamie yet, part of me is still sad from not seeing him.

My vision fades back in as the sound of a crying boy breaks the silence in the bookstore. The children's stationary shelf had been messed up. Pens and notebooks are scattered on the floor. A woman is trying to calm the boy who seems to be her son. Adrian from across the room turns his head towards them and starting to rub his temples with his fingers. Without saying a word, I raise my hand to him and nod. He understands right away and waves for me to proceed.

I approach the little boy and kneel beside him. Looking up at the mother, I ask, "Is everything okay? Can I help you guys?"

"Oh, dear. I'm really sorry for the mess! I told him not to take the pens but he really likes colorful things," she tries to pick up the mess.

"Oh, no it's okay! I'll clean it up, don't worry about it," the boy quiets down as I help him out.

"You're an angel. I'll just take these for him and pay at the counter, is that alright?"

"Yes, of course! Give me one minute," I quickly pick up the last few things and put them back on the shelf.

At the counter, I pack the pens up for the mother while the little boy starts grinning from ear to ear. The woman then gives some extra cash on my tip jar and thank me again.

I open the door for them as they leave. The boy turns back to me and manage to give a quick wave which makes my day a little brighter than before. I can feel a smile starting to form on my face again. I close the door and turn my body to come back in when I suddenly bump into a tall person.

Parts of my hair fall into my view and I try to swipe them away.

"I'm sorry, sir I didn't see-" My body freezes up as I look up to face the person. That golden hair framing his cheekbones and serene blue eyes staring right back at me. He backs away apologetically.

"Damn, y/n. How did you not see him? He's been in here for a while," Adrian says and shakes his head at me.

"What? Why didn't you say anything!?" I yell back in a hushed tone.

"Am I supposed to?" Adrian tilts his head and lowers his glasses at me.

No of course you're not. I didn't tell you anything. I say the words in my head instead of to him.

Jamie clears his throat. "I can hear you guys, you know," he finally says. A little smile curls up his lips.

"Right, yes. I'm sorry I just…" My voice trails off as I stare at him while the sunlight highlights his builds and grey T-shirt through the windows. The perfect lanky silhouette facing right at me just makes me realize how much I actually miss seeing him. I feel my palms starting to sweat again.

"Oh hellooo, the tension! I'll leave you two alone then," Adrian giggles and walk towards the back.

My face starts flushing in awkwardness while Jamie starts chuckling at Adrian. He then turns back to me and says, "I'm sorry to startle you. I was going to talk to you but I didn't want to interrupt while you were working."

"It's okay. It's just… what- What are you doing here?" I ask, swallowing nervously.

"Well, I didn't have your phone number and I guess it's just better for me to come here," he looks at me with sincerity in his eyes. "I wanted to see you."

"See… me?" I repeat again. My heart skipping a beat. "I- I'm sorry I didn't think you'd still wanna see me after-"

His hand reaches out to my shoulder. "Y/n. I had a great time with you and I don't want to leave it the way it did."

A wave of relief washes over me as I hear that. His hand on my shoulder brings me the comfort and reassurance that I needed.

"I had a great time with you too," my voice soft.

"Can we talk somewhere more comfortable? Do you have time for a coffee?" he asks.

I glance at the clock and I realize that I haven't taken my break yet.

"Yes, sure. Let me tell Adrian that I'm heading out."

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We are now back in Aroma Mocha. Somehow it's always peaceful here and Jamie chose the right place for us to sit and talk. This time, we're sitting in a corner away from people which puts me at ease knowing the conversation that we will have.

"Look at you, you're smiling again," he smiles too.

"What can I say? My iced latte brings me joy," I giggle, now feeling more comfortable.

Jamie has his coffee in his hand. He always likes his drink hot even though the weather is warm outside today. I gaze into him as he stares back at me with his smile. Yet, his eyes are telling a different emotion.

"Jamie... are you okay?" I ask feeling the shift of my tone.

"Y/n, I really like being with you... I just. I just want to know if I did anything wrong and I truly want to apologize if I did," he says with ache in his voice.

My heart drops as I hear it. "Jamie, I'm really sorry I made you feel that way. I really like being with you too. Please believe me, you did nothing wrong."

His eyes show relief. "So that night, you really had a good time too?" he asks.

"Yes. I did," I reach across the table and holds his hand reassuringly. His hand tightens around mine.

"Thank you. It seems like you're not ready and I understand and respect that," his voice soft as he speaks. "Can I ask why?"

"Why?" I repeat again, confused.

"I'm not trying to push your boundaries at all but I sensed it since the first time we talked. You seem to have a wall around you," he explains.

My heart starts beating fast. "What do you mean?" I ask again.

"I notice them, y/n. You averted your gaze and tensed up when I asked you why you moved to this town. And whenever we touched, you froze or pulled away. I tried making you feel more at ease but it seems like there's more to it," he scans my face. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable again, I just want to understand."

"Jamie, I was just nervous it was nothing," my voice shakes a little and my mouth suddenly feels dry.

"Y/n... I could tell something happened to you. In the past."

I pull my hand back, looking down at them and hiding the trembles I'm starting to feel again.

"Did someone hurt you?" he finally says it.

Without pulling up my face towards him, I feel my hot tears falling on my already blurry hands. My whole chest starts tightening into a piercing stab. Jamie starts pulling his chair right next to me and taking my hands in his.

"Oh, sweetie... You're shaking. I'm sorry for bringing it up you don't have to talk about it, okay? It's alright," his thumbs rubbing my hands.

"No, you need to know. It's the only way things can work out between us," I choke the words out.

"His name was... Aaron," I continue. "We dated for two years and it was just a normal relationship. He was just a normal loving guy who tried to make me happy every day. I've told him about how I wasn't ready to... well, being physically intimate yet. He always understood and always reassured me that it will happen when it happens."

Jamie's face drops. He knows where this is going now. "Oh, y/n..."

"It was the night of our second anniversary together and we went to a dinner at a restaurant planned by him. Everything was beautiful and romantic and I wondered why all of a sudden he went all out, you know? He even bought me a really expensive necklace like... he really spoiled me.The night went on amazingly, or so I thought- when he decided to drive up a hill so we could end the night by watching the stars in the night sky. He knew it was my favorite actually. I like pointing out my favorite constellations whenever we go out at night. That's when he-" I hear my voice breaking and stop.

"It's okay, y/n. I'm here don't worry," he tightens the grip on my hands.

"He kissed me and I thought it was sweet... Until his hands started getting lower and pulled me towards him. I told him to let go but he pulled me again and told me to... just let it happen. I knew what was happening immediately and I don't know why I didn't react at first. I guess I was kind of shocked. So he didn't stop all the... um, the touching. Everything happened so fast, I don't remember what else happened. All I remember was me panicking and yelling at him to stop immediately... so he stopped."

Jamie's face falls in sadness as he hears me.

"Then... He was just silent and lost in thoughts. Face staring at the steering wheel for a bit... and out of nowhere, he banged his fists on it in anger like I've never seen before. "I've done so much! I did ALL OF THESE tonight and this is how you repay me!?" he screamed at me."

"God..." a little anger in Jamie's voice now.

"He drove so fast on our way home and I was upset at myself for creating this tension and so so scared that we would crash into something. His anger filled the atmosphere in the car and I couldn't say a word out of fear. Once we got home, I finally tried to apologize but he started screaming again. He kept talking about how he's been waiting patiently for so long and how I never gave him anything.

He went straight to drinking his beer and smashed the bottle onto the floor. The shards got to me a little but I managed to cover myself. When that wasn't enough he started smashing our plates on the floor too. Big pieces hit me on my lower waist and pelvic as I was crouching on the floor. He didn't notice and kept yelling about how I've always been the problem in our relationship... That I will never be capable of being loved because of who I am.

No one believed me when I told everyone what happened because he was always the nice guy. I thought so too until the way he just snapped. Like he kept his anger hidden for so long and it all just bursts out overnight. Everyone seems to love him despite what I said, so I ran. I ran away from home. I told my parents I got a job offer and Aaron didn't want to do long distance as an excuse. Truth is, he was the one who left me. He gave up on me. He doesn't know where I am but sometimes I... I still feel scared being alone in this town," I exhale and take my hands to wipe my tears away.

"Hey, can I hug you?" he asks and touches my shoulder.

I nod, pleading him to. Without hesitation, he wraps his arms around me and I instinctly collapse into his chest. His arms tightens in comfort with every sob I release.

"I wished I knew this sooner. I'm so so sorry this happened to you. None of these is your fault. Everything he said was a lie and it really hurts me to know that he did this. Especially to you," he squeezes before breaking the hug to gently wipe my tear away with his thumb.

"He was an asshole," he adds.

I give a weak chuckle as a response. "Thank you, Jamie."

"And I'm sorry that people didn't believe you. But please know that I believe you, and I'm here to listen and support you whenever you need it."

His words fill me with a sense of a newfound hope. For the first time in a long time, I feel like I can breathe freely.

I face towards him and bring up my hands to his shoulders. "Thank you for being here," I tell him gratefully. I'm not scared anymore. Seeing Jamie showing so much compassion to me makes me realize that his friendship and support is what I am happy to have right now.

We sit there, hands intertwined, I can't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter that led us to this moment of connection and healing.

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Chapter 6

Writing these was so intense for me and I really wanted to be careful on not taking it lightly. I think I did good enough and actually felt relief seeing you and Jamie moving past this now. I can't wait for you to read the next one!

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