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CODE BROKEN (part 5/5) dark!Joel x f!Reader

pairings: dark!Joelxf!Reader (she's you!)

rating: 18+ (scram youngins!)

Words: 12.0k (wtf how?)

Warnings: femdom (if you squint), hands off, cockwarming, sweet dirty talk, Joel whimpers, sweet!Joel, fluff and angst, protected p in v.

a/n: Y’all this was one of those weird stories that I wrote and posted to A03 that no one commented on. Then just as I was giving up all these people on tumblr and then A03 started being like “we want more dark!joel!” and because I can’t deny you anything, I kept going. And now we’re here and I’m actually kinda heartbroken I won’t be writing about these two anymore. Anyway, I thought this concluded things nicely and if you agree (and even if you don’t) please leave me a comment because I don’t make shit on these. It’s all for the love of writing (and getting’ comments).

Code Broken Parts 1 - 4

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Code Broken: Total Eclipse of the Heart

Trish's wedding is beautiful and sentimental and everything you knew it would be. Seeing her in the dress you spent months making, beaming as she kisses her husband Cliff makes your heart swell.

When the group throws the multicolored confetti and it lands like snow in her rust colored hair you think it's the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen.

They've decorated the old church basement beautifully. Handmade bunting hangs from rafters; lopsided cakes made from whatever could be spared from the kitchen line the tables. The children of Jackson are shrieking and laughing as they spin around the crowd of people, darting between legs with icing smeared over their mouths.

You're tired after all the lead up to this event. Exhausted after the preparation, the decorating, and the assurances to Trish that it was no trouble to do it all. Trish holds her son in her arms, smiling up at her husband who presses a kiss to her forehead.

You sit back in your chair at one of the tables watching the crowds drinking and dancing as a few of the locals play a surprisingly in-tune melody with the instruments they possess.

"You did a wonderful job," Maria tells you as she walks by. "Wish I'd had you around for my wedding."

You smile and thank her before you lean back; eyes sleepily half-open as you watch the couple nearest to you spin together.

Mark gives you a wave from across the room, his arm around the waist of Jenny, one of the newer people to have moved here. She gazes are him adoringly and this makes you smile as you return the wave.

You’d never say it, but it makes you feel a bit like an outsider seeing all your friends coupled up. Even though you never needed anyone else, the thought of another person sharing in your life has its appeal.

"Hi there."

The husky voice behind you is quiet and careful. Low enough for only you to hear. You crane your neck to look over your shoulder. Joel is standing there looking down at you seated at the table.

Joel is dressed like most of the men here in jeans and a button up. His hair is combed back and he smells good. Spicy like cologne, a rare commodity in Jackson.

The sight of him pulls at your lower belly. Despite the weeks that have passed since you saw him last, that desire you carry around for him hidden behind your ribs seeps through.

He's staring at you similar to how he was the last time you saw him, dark and heated and you momentarily shrink from his intense gaze.

You haven't seen him since that day in the stables when you rushed off and you expected to be more furious with him. Instead you just feel gentle irritation mixed with a lust you wish you could will away.

"Hi."

He's got his hands in his pockets, standing awkwardly like he's nervous. Joel nervous? You think you must be misunderstanding because Joel Miller is never* nervous.

You've seen him break unruly horses, heard stories of him taking down clickers and Raiders. Why would he be nervous talking to you?

"You look beautiful tonight," he murmurs.

What the fuck?

You blink up at him confusedly. Did Joel Miller just call you beautiful? When you don't answer you see him swallow, eyes going to your shoulder before coming back to your gaze. He looks like he's about to say something but then another voice breaks in between you like a knife slicing through the air.

"Hey come dance with me!"

You both look over to see Mark approaching you with an expectant look on his face, hand held out towards you. His girlfriend Jenny is dancing with some of her friends to the music the band is playing and she gives a cheery wave in your direction followed by a mouthed: "come dance!".

You feel Joel's eyes boring into your profile as you look up to Mark.

"Sure!"

You stand, taking his hand as he tugs you to him. He must notice Joel standing there, half encased in shadows because he starts.

"Oh hey Joel," Mark says with a broad smile. "I didn't see ya there. Just gonna steal this one for a dance."

You can see Joel's cheek tic as Mark spins you away, Joel's dark eyes fixed on you as Mark tugs you around in his arms on the dance floor. You feel strangely giddy at the moment. Almost delighted that Joel is watching you being swept away by another man, even if it is platonic.

You want Joel uncomfortable. You want him to be just as miserable as you've been these past few weeks. Because you can't get him out of your head, you can't stop thinking about it. Can't stop thinking about the softness of your last interaction.

Mark is a very bad dancer, but not as bad as you. He does goofy over exaggerated facial expressions as he kicks out his legs. You laugh breathlessly, clutching onto him when he twirls you around in his arms.

You catch Joel's eyes on you a few times, but resolutely turn your attention anywhere else. You notice Tommy comes up to talk to him, but Joel's eyes never leave Mark's hands on your body. They skim over your hips and you can see Joel's fingers tighten around his drink glass.

Mark guides you towards Jenny and the rest of the group. Trish and Cliff are dancing up a storm and Cliff surprises you by grabbing you by the waist and raising you into a spin that lifts your feet off the ground. You give a shriek of laughter, clutching to his shoulders before he sets you down again. Finally the song is over and you are breathless and sweaty at the temples.

"Thanks, I needed that!"

Mark flashes you a grin before waving you off and going to pull Jenny into a tight embrace from behind.

The music slows and you watch as everyone begins to pair up on the dance floor, hands slinging around waists, heads balanced on shoulders. It makes a tear go through your heart, a sudden feeling of awkward isolation.

You're about to leave the dance floor when you feel the heat of another body behind you. You smell him, wood shavings and leather.

"You wanna dance?"

You turn to see Joel standing there, mouth fixed sternly as he gazes down at you.

Shock floods your system at his words. Is he really asking you to dance with him? He wants to hold you and spin you around on the dance floor in front of all these people? He wants to publically be seen with you?

Joel doesn't dance. He barely attends events like this. You've never seen him at the summer dance party. If he is dragged to an event along with Tommy he sticks to the wall, arms crossed nursing a drink. What kind of game is this?

"Are you serious?"

He allows this insult, amusement clear in his eyes but not the rest of his features.

"I was, yeah."

You think of how shitty he's treated you over the past year. The way he's fucked you every which way and never kissed you. You think of how he's taken you and used you and you sneer up at him, feeling prickly.

"Never."

Joel's mouth twitches into a deep frown and you can see red creeping up his neck. You've embarrassed him.

Good.

Nearby couples are watching this exchange with curious looks. Both of you seem to notice this at the same time.

"G'night then."

Joel gives a sharp nod, backing away from you slowly before his long muscled legs are carrying him out of the church. You watch him leave, your stomach twisting before you throw yourself into a nearby chair, head spinning.

What just happened?

You spend the next hour making polite conversation with the people who pass you, giving Trish a hug when she comes to thank you for the twentieth time for everything.

"I want to have you over for dinner next week," she says, eyes filled with thankful tears.

"You're on."

You make your way back to your house, passing by the still partying group smiling and waving.

When you round on Rancher Street you think about Joel tonight. Of his nervousness and his calling you beautiful. Of asking you to dance in front of everyone. Didn't he care about the gossip? He’s notoriously private.

You can see a light is on in his house and this gives you pause. You consider going home and forgetting everything. Ignoring him for the rest of your days. But then something unknown sends your pulse spiking, something that leads your feet to his door and commands you to knock loudly.

You hear his footsteps pad slowly to the door, opening it and looking at you with surprise. He looks tired and you wonder if you’ve woken him. He’s wearing the same clothes though so you assume you caught him napping on the couch.

"What're -"

You push your way inside, not waiting to be invited. Joel allows this, watching you in confusion as you go to his sofa and shrug off your jacket.

You're looking around at his place, at the empty fireplace and the cracked mug on the coffee table, the book tented beside it. Your fingers absently strum his guitar as you pass it, a small smirk on your lips.

Joel walks towards you slowly, footfalls heavy as he regards you from behind curious eyes.

"Take a seat," you say casually motioning to the sofa as he approaches.

Joel doesn't move, doesn't indicate he hears you. You watch his wide hands twitch at his sides, his dark eyes set on you. You tilt your head back, face serious.

"You owe me this much, Joel."

Joel's tongue goes to one side of his cheek as he considers this. This feels like a standoff, a battle of wills. You wait until he finally gives a nod and lowers himself to his sofa, eyes never leaving yours.

You feel such a mixing confusion of emotions for the man looking at you. No, he's gazing at you. Eyes that were always cold and peering now seem softer around the edges. It confuses you.

You're still standing by the empty fireplace, holding your trembling fingers against the mantle. You take a sharp breath in, quietly.

"Take yourself out of your pants."

Irritation flares there in Joel's features. You've pushed too far.

"N-"

"Joel if you ever want to see me again you'll do this," you say sharply. "I mean it."

You hope that it doesn't come out as breathless as you feel because right now you can barely breathe. This is a big gamble. There's a very good chance he's going to kick you out as he's always done.

But then you think of him calling you beautiful and asking you to dance. You think of the looks he gives you when he thinks you're not looking and you consider that perhaps he might acquiesce.

You school your features, sure not to look shocked when Joel's hand finally goes to his belt, undoing it with one jerked movement of his hand. Then he stills as if waiting for you to admit that this is a game that he doesn't have to continue.

But you square your jaw and cross your arms in front of you. You raise a brow and find yourself getting aroused at the power shift. For once you're telling Joel what to do and much like you were that night in his house, kneeled in front of him, he wants it just as badly as you do.

Slowly his zipper is lowered, his jeans shifted and you watch as he brings his cock from underneath his boxers. You blink slowly.

"Already hard," you say approvingly as your eyes scan his already weeping cock. "Good."

Joel isn't smiling, but he isn't furious either. He's just sitting there, arms moving to either side of him on the back of his sofa. It's as if he's relaxing, about to watch the TV he doesn’t own. He continues looking up at you with big brown eyes, his cock rosy and resting on his lower belly.

He isn't trying to look intimidating. He just naturally is.

He watches you tug down the panties from under your dress, stepping out of them and shoving them into your dress pocket. His eyes move from your pocket to your face as you move to the sofa on trembling legs. He watches as you stand in front of him, knees touching. You take a deep breath, lifting one leg over his until you bracket his thighs.

"What is this?" Joel asks tone icy even as he shifts to accommodate you.

"I need something to come on tonight," you tell him. "And I've decided your cock will do nicely."

He says nothing. He doesn't move, doesn't deny this request. He simply continues to stare up at you. His lack of reaction unnerves you, but you plunge ahead regardless.

"You got a condom?"

Joel reacts slowly, tongue pushing into the side of his cheek once more. He considers your question before his hips shift up as he reaches in and pulls the square foil from his back pocket. He holds it out to you.

"Expecting to get lucky tonight, Joel?"

"Nope."

You raise a brow in disbelief. Joel sighs through his nose irritably.

"Was hopin', not expectin'."

You make a scoffing noise in the back of your throat before you motion to the condom with your hand. You expect defiance from him but he slips it on without question, his movements slow and measured as you watch.

You've always thought his hands were beautiful in a large, masculine way. Tonight is no different watching him hold his thick cock as he pinches the end of the condom before rolling it down.

When he's finished you move him to your entrance, eyes fixed on his face. He continues to stare in silence until you slide your already dripping cunt down his cock.

Then he reacts.

"Fuuuck," Joel groans, head tilted back and eyes slammed shut. You work your way down him, humming as his ridges bump inside, creating delicious friction before you come to rest against his hips.

You can tell he's waiting for you to move, to make noise, to do something. But you just sit there with your legs on either side of him, wrists balanced lightly on his shoulders. For once you'll be the one watching him unravel.

You peer into his face, your eyes sliding along the strong nose, the creases at the corner of his eyes, the fullness of his lower lip. You long to reach out and nibble it. It's sinful to have a mouth that kissable on a man so recalcitrant.

Joel's eyes remain closed, his pulse ticking away in his neck. You see his throat bobbing and then he groans. His broad hands rest gently against your waist, urging you against him. His hips shifting upwards to fuck into you. Your hands go to his chest and you push back from him.

"You don't move. You don't touch."

Joel's eyes snap open, head lifting to stare into your face. You're on his lap, almost at eye level now. You see the fire starting, burning in the dark coals of his eyes. The air is thick with tension, his body almost vibrating against yours.

"And if I do?"

"I'll jump off your lap so quick it'll make your head spin," you tell him sharply. "Then I'll leave and never come back. And I'll make sure my bedroom window stays locked."

This heavy threat hangs between you. To your credit you say it all without trembling. You sound self assured, confident. Even with Joel buried to the hilt inside you, his thick cock pulsing, you manage to stay composed.

Joel considers your proposal but not for long when he feels you begin to rise up off of him. His hands remove themselves from around your waist, returning to the back of the threadbare sofa.

You watch him tense before nodding, his mouth in a grim line of frustration.

Good. He fucking deserves it.

You lower yourself slowly back fully onto his lap, his cock warm and thick as you welcome it between your thighs once more. You sigh softly as it nestles there, filling you deliciously. He always feels so good.

"So I just sit here?" Joel murmurs; his eyes shuttering as he forces his hips to remain still.

You find that his voice is just as potent as his cock, your head tilting forward in order to catch every syllable that passes between those pouty lips of his.

"Uh huh," you say plainly.

Joel gives a solemn nod at this, his eyes not leaving your mouth. His arms are still hanging along the back of the sofa but his hands are tightening against the ridge of it. He braces himself, watching with hawk-like focus as your hips begin to shift again.

You smile at the way he struggles to remain still when your thighs spread over him, flashing the glossy sheen of your inner thighs and cunt. You're already drenched with arousal.

You groan as his length grazes your clit when you move. Your wrists once more go to his broad shoulders for purchase as you begin to bounce slowly in his lap. Your head falls forward slightly, your back arching as you slide along his slick cock. You feel his mouth at your ear, husky and deep.

"M'I allowed to ask for anythin'?"

You pause your motions in surprise by this soft utterance by Joel. You shift your head slightly to find his face inches from yours. He doesn't let anything show in his eyes good or bad. You regard him, body stilled atop his, almost breathing into his mouth when you speak.

"What do you want?"

"A kiss."

The sibilant sound of his request echoes in the following silence. Joel's eyes register hope now, a subtle kind of need that you haven't seen before in him.

You find you can't answer him.

Instead you take him deeper into you and Joel makes a soft humming noise, it seems like it slips past his lips unwillingly. He bites down on his full lower lip, stopping himself.

You can see he's trying not to give in, not to make a sound as you slide up and down on his hips in achingly slow movements. His eyes are closed and his jaw is clenched so tightly you're shocked he doesn't break a tooth.

Your head moves forward, lips grazing his temple.

"You like that, Joel?" You huff against his ear. "You like me using this cock of yours to come on?"

He lets out a shuddering sigh, chest heaving.

"F-f..fuck. Yeah."

Then you feel it, his hand creeping between where you join. His fingers desperately sliding over your clit.

You stand abruptly and he slides out of you so rapidly his hips stutter midair.

"What are you---"

"I told you. Tonight you don't move and you don't touch."

Joel's neck is a blotchy red, his forehead is dotted with perspiration and he looks absolutely wrecked.

When you step back towards him he inhales sharply, eyes on the glistening vee of your legs. You align him to the entrance of your cunt and then slide back down the length of his shaft almost angrily.

"Fuck.... Fuck ... " Joel groans helplessly, doing everything in his power to keep still. You hear the squelch of your cunt as you ride him.

You grip the back of Joel's neck, fingers harshly digging there and forcing his gaze down to where your bodies join.

"You fucking watch," you tell him, cunt squeezing him as you rock against his hips. "You watch and you don't touch."

Joel watches the slick of your cunt drooling down his cock and he almost whimpers, but it's overtaken by a groan.

"Why are you punishin' me?" Joel asks through clenched teeth, eyes fixated on your clit dragging along the hairs at the base of his cock.

"I'm giving you everything you gave me," you tell him with poison dripping from every word, sliding up and down. "Using you to make myself come."

"I never did that," Joel says breathing heavily, eyes now fixed on yours. You can see how they roll slightly back with every twist of your hips.

"Never, Joel?"

"Once," he relents. "Only once. Rest of itttt---"

He breaks off into a guttural grunt as your hips swivel. You feel his cock nudge that sweet spot deep within you and your hips rut against him. You make a whining sound of surprise that you think goes down his spine because he quivers.

"The minute you come I'm fucking you over this sofa," Joel warns, mouth at your throat, lips grazing your jugular.

"I don't think so," you tell him, fingers laced behind his neck. "Once I come I'm going home and going to bed."

Joel's head is heavy against the back of the sofa, his lidded eyes on your face. You move slower over him, wanting extend this. Needing to watch the flicker of his eyes when you hit a good spot, needing to relish the moans that turns into deep pants. When you ease off a moment, your cunt slippery with want his voice drops an octave rumbling through his chest.

"You ever think about me fucking you in your bed, pretty eyes?"

"Yeah," you admit after a pause. "Sometimes."

"I can do it now," Joel purrs up at you. "Make you feel so good."

"Nice try."

You've started to swirl back around his cock and he moans lowly. Your thighs are starting to burn with the effort of bobbing up and down on him. Joel's eyes snap to your mouth, watching it part as you pant and give soft little whines of pleasure.

Joel's eyes blow wide, desperation and hope mingled there. His hairline is damp, his restraint obviously hanging by a thread.

"Wanna come for you," he says, voice quiet.

Having Joel at your mercy feels good. Having him looking at you in the same way you looked at him over the passing months feels like vindication. All too soon you've pulled back, only allowing the tip of his cock to graze your clit.

"Beg for it," you tell him as your hips roll, making him grunt and pitch forward. His hips rise, plunging deeply into you, his body unable to stop itself. You allow it, jolting from his thrust a few moments before you pull yourself off of him, scowling.

"I'm not saying it again, Joel."

Joel groans and his body trembles, actually physically trembles. His head is sagging forward, his eyes looking up at you through his dark lashes.

"I don't ... I can't keep goin'," he says raggedly. "I'm gonna come."

"You’d better not."

Now you turn and face away from him, lifting your dress to bunch at your waist. You look down over your shoulder at him, seeing him looking over your exposed ass with awe. With your back to him you slowly back up and your legs bracket his again.

Joel whispers something urgent under his breath as you lower yourself onto his cock, sitting in his lap. Your legs spread widely, hinging over each of Joel's thighs.

His cock hits you different now, tighter, nudging that pleasured core inside that makes you cry out. Your hands go to Joel's knees, bracing there as you urge his cock deeper into your slippery cunt.

"Please," Joel says through gritted teeth. He's panting now, breath sweet like peppermint huffing against the back of your neck. You twist, eyes cast over your shoulder at him.

"Please what?"

Joel's head lolls forward, eyes slowly cracking open. You looks absolutely ruined and to you, Joel Miller has never looked sexier.

"Please lemme make you come," Joel all but whimpers. You can hear the desperation creeping into his voice. "Then let me fuck you properly."

There is a wild moment where you consider denying him. Where you think of pulling yourself off of him and never seeing him again. Making him ache for you the way you ache for him in those dark, quiet times.

"Please baby," Joel whispers, his fists clenched so tightly at his sides his knuckles are almost translucent. "Fucking need to make you come. Please."

Joel Miller is begging you.

Begging.

Something snaps in you, desire licking between your legs. You tilt back until your spine is flush with his front, his cock still buried in your cunt.

He's gazing down at you, steady and dark and if you didn't know better you'd say your pose could almost appear loving. Your head balanced back on his shoulder, your palm going to stroke his cheek. He swallows at the contact, his mouth drifting towards yours.

"Go on then," you tell him, lips nearly grazing his. "Make me come, Joel."

The words aren't even out of your mouth before he thrusts his thighs apart. Your legs are slung over his, so you feel them parting luridly, exposing your glistening sex to the night air.

One of Joel's hands is sliding up your dress to cup your breast, the other slipping over your thigh to thumb your slick clit between your puffy pussy lips. You quiver at the immediate pleasure of the sensation his touch brings, your cunt tightening around his cock.

"Goddam you feel like heaven," he groans into the back of your neck making you preen.

His hips begin a slow but deepened pace, jostling you in his lap. You groan against his neck, eyes closed languidly.

"That's right," Joel croons when you gasp deeply. "Fucking go on, baby. Take it. S'all for you."

You begin to whimper, shaky needful sounds as your hand clutches at his neck, your forehead braced against the side of his jaw as he fucks into you from behind, holding you there in his lap.

"So good," Joel says in that husky drawl of his. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this."

All too soon you feel that heavy thump between your legs, the building crescendo. Joel groans as he feels you edge your climax, his body quaking under you. He holds you against him tighter, his rumbling moans vibrating against your spine.

"Wanna make you feel so good," Joel rasps in the shell of your ear. "Wanna give you everything. Please come for me, baby. Lemme hear you."

At his last words you begin to shatter against him, an unholy sound breaking from your throat.

"Oh yeah- just like that pretty eyes," Joel says grinding deeply into you, his voice husky in your ear. "Fuck, just like that, yeah. Yeah, fucking use me, baby. Take what you need."

Your hands grip his tightly against your front and you both move together in some carnal dance. Him thrusting deeply into you as you arch back into him. Your throat is exposed and your mouth parts, an inchoate cry on your lips.

"That's my girl," he groans in your ear before pressing sloppy kisses to the side of your bared neck. "That's right baby, you keep goin' just like that."

It's cathartic and overwhelming as everything that has been tensed in your body suddenly releases. It momentarily frightens you in its severity and you cry out.

"Joel!"

"I've got you," Joel soothes, arms holding you tightly against him almost in a bear hug. "Just ride it out. There you go, there you go. Feel all of it, c'mon baby. I've got you."

You do. You ride it out, body shaking against him as you chase your pleasure chanting his name over and over as he murmurs gentle praise against your temple.

"So good....so fucking beautiful... All for you..."

Finally the trembling ceases and you sag in his arms breathing deeply. You feel wrung out, totally exhausted in both body and mind. Joel's soft mouth is on your shoulder blade pressing a long kiss to it. You melt into the sensation, warmed by the feel of his lips on your body.

"Mine."

It's whispered, not meant for you to hear, but you do. It makes your spine straighten and your body lurch from him.

On jellied legs you struggle to a stand, tripping over your own feet as Joel tucks himself back into his jeans, cock still hard when he pulls off the condom.

"Baby, wait -"

But you don't. You're not his baby. This isn't love. This was payment, this was retribution. This wasn't an act between partners or even friends. You're practically strangers to one another.

You push his door open and stagger home, muscles tight. You still can't believe what you just did. The way you just demanded pleasure from Joel. The power you'd felt when he begged to come. You feel heady, you feel...

Empty.

Empty because now as you collapse onto your own sofa you feel tears prick your eyes. Yeah, you fucked Joel Miller. But it doesn't change anything. You're still here in your house alone.

All alone.

You go to the bookshelf, bringing down the album you so often flip through. You open it to the photo of you and your sister at age eight, arms linked as you squint in the sunshine, gap-toothed smiles on display.

You love that photo because you can sometimes remember that day. Remember how the sunshine felt on your bare shoulders, how your sisters arm linked in yours was coated in coconut-scented suntan lotion.

You flip to a photo of you both bent over a pink frosted cake, your sister's sixteenth birthday party. The last photo you took before the outbreak. You think of that night spent laying on the trampoline out back, looking up at the stars.

"I wanna marry a man that looks just like Johnny Depp," your sister said, cheeks red from the days sun. "But he'll be a model too. And he'll take me all over the world."

Your sister had always been about flash, just like your mother. You were so different from them, more serious, more thoughtful.

"What about you?" She asked, candy-scented breath next to your face.

"I want someone who reads and likes the same music, as me," you replied, eyes trailing dreamily over the night sky. "Someone more serious…Someone like Mr. Rochester in Jane Eyre."

"You're so weird," your sister had announced, giggling in your ear.

You look at the album; your sister’s laugh still ringing in your ear. You look at the empty house around you. You think of how much you lost in the outbreak, how little you have now and then you allow yourself to cry.

///

Later that week you go to work, mechanical and distracted. You work only half your shift before telling your co-workers that you'll finish up the rest at home. That you're feeling a bit under the weather.

You gather the fabric into your arms, bidding farewell. Your mind is full, stuffed to the brim with thoughts of Joel Joel Joel as you wander the streets back to your house.

You're so distracted that you don't notice the tall woman in front of you until she calls your name. When you see who it is you stop abruptly, eyes wide.

"Hey," Tess says giving you an awkward wave as she saunters over to you, a bag of bread in her arms.

"Hey," you say equally uncomfortable. You struggle to find something to say, terrified that she's going to start a scene. Does she know about you and Joel in his house?

She can't. There's no anger in her expression or disgust. Just a polite smile that you yourself would use on any other member of Jackson City. You shift the fabric awkwardly in the crook of your arm.

"You uh, you weren't at the wedding."

Her light eyes drop to the ground before slowly making their way back to your face.

My guy was on patrol," Tess shrugs, blushing prettily. "Wanted to be there for him when he got back."

You smile at this, recalling what Trish told you about Tess. Her new partner.

"Besides I still don't know many people actually," Tess forces a smile. "So it seemed weird to go."

A new kind of guilt assaults you. The kind that reminds you all the time she invited you over for drinks, all the walks that you declined with her. The desperate bids for friendship that she threw your way and that you continually ignored.

"Everyone's invited to everything around here," you say, shifting the fabric to your other arm. "Next event we'll go together. I'll introduce you to the group."

"Yeah sure," Tess says with a real smile. "I'd like that."

"Good."

Tess looks momentarily uncomfortable licking her dry lips before fixing you with a serious expression.

"You know you and Joel don't have to hide that you're together for my sake," she tells you with an earnestness that makes you feel choked up. "I'm happy for you both. That's what I keep telling him! But he keeps telling me to mind my own business."

It's like a bucket of ice cold water has been thrown over your head. Tess seems to want to say more when she registers your reaction but she stops, wan smile on her face.

"There is no me and Joel," you finally tell her flatly. "Never was, never will be."

Tess, looks completely flummoxed. Her hands stem at her hips as she looks at you, her brows heavy.

"You sure about that?"

You open your mouth to say something but then pause. Tess waits, head tilted. You find your voice, but it's quieter than before, less certain.

"I barely know him, Tess."

"He's worth getting to know," Tess says simply, no guile in her eyes. "Even if he doesn't agree. He'll show you though if you give him the chance."

You're struck by the woman's sincerity. Guilty about what went on with Joel, ashamed that you could have done it. Confused because it's like Joel is tattooed on your insides, a continual reminder that he exists every time you draw a breath.

"Joel doesn't let a lot of people in," she adds when she sees the conflicted feelings clear in your face. "When the old world ended it changed how we all saw the future. I don't think Joel ever really saw one where he was gonna be happy again. Makes it hard to be pleasant sometimes."

You don't say anything further, unable to come up with a worthwhile end to the conversation.

Tess decides that she'll be the one to end things with a nod and a murmured goodbye. You watch her leave, amazed that Joel could ever let her go.

///

That evening you watch the sun set outside your window. It's a beautiful light orange that sets everything it touches in golden rays.

It's the kind of night where you want to curl in bed and read with the window open. But you haven't unlocked that window in months.

You won't. You can't.

But you think about heading down to the river in the back lots. It's a trek but maybe you need to clear your head. Everything that test told you this afternoon is replaying in your mind over and over.

Did Joel say something to Tess about caring for you? Why did she assume that you were together?

A knock at the door draws your attention. You towel off your hands and stride over to it, pulling the door open slowly.

Joel stands there on your doorstep, a nervous look on his face.

"Can we talk?"

His hands are thrust deep into his pockets. You can only assume that he's here to pay you back for your visit to his and the thought sours your stomach.

"I'm not fucking you, Joel."

"S'not why I'm here."

He seems earnest when he says this and it gives you pause. You see the sweat dotting his forehead, the strain in his expression. This isn't the face of a man who wants to demand something from you.

Silently you open the door further, signaling with your tilted head for him to enter. He does, shooting you a quick, thin-lipped smile and nod before his broad-shoulder-ed frame is inside.

You watch him enter into your home, his tall frame loping towards your fireplace. He glances at books resting on your mantle. His forefinger goes to touch one, the spine of one before he moves on.

He moves around this place casually as if he belongs here. As if he isn't an interloper in your home.

His eyes dart down to your coffee table.

He points at the album opened up to the page you had paused over last night.

"Family photos?"

"Yeah."

"You're lucky you have so many," Joel murmurs, his dark eyes roaming over the many faces of your family.

"My mom grabbed the album before we left," you shrug. "The only thing I still have from before."

You don't know why but you allow Joel to flip through your family album. He smiles gently when he gets to a picture of two girls with missing front teeth holding ice cream cones on the beach.

"You and your sister?"

"Yeah."

He nods, brows heavy. He doesn't ask but he seems to know all the same.

"Watched her turn," you tell him regardless. "Watched my mom kill her."

Joel is staring at you, eyes wide. His hands twitch at his side. If this was the world before, he would offer condolences but on this utterly broken earth they serve no purpose. Instead he stares at you looking both uncomfortable and overwhelmingly sad.

But you don't care how Joel feels. You're tired and you want to go to bed.

"What do you want Joel? Why are you here? You wanna learn about my family? You wanna hear how after my mom killed my sister she killed herself?" You shake your head. "Is this some new game for you?"

Joel shakes his head. "Was never a game to me."

"Right."

Joel can tell you don't believe him. He frowns deeply before lowering himself onto your sofa. He looks expectantly at you, tilting his head to the empty seat next to him.

"I'll stand thanks."

"Suit yourself," Joel says tightly and you can see that familiar need for control in his features. It pleases you to upend it.

"S'never a game to me," Joel repeats. "Can't say the same for you, though, sneakin' into my house to move my shit around. Why'd you start that by the way?"

Now it's your turn to look sheepish. You consider sending him away just so you don't have to answer. But then you think of him coming here after everything that’s gone on the last few days and you relent.

"You hurt my feelings and…I wanted your attention, I think."

"You already had it."

"Not that kind of attention with you being all grumpy," you roll your eyes. "I wanted you to look at me without scowling. I wanted to be friends. The first time you ever noticed me you were so rude!"

"Noticed you long before that," Joel promises. "Noticed you the first week I moved in."

"Huh?"

Joel sighs, as if what he has to say physically pains him. His foot absently taps against your wood floors, giving him time to collect his thoughts.

"I was carrying boxes upstairs to the bedroom. Your window was open I think. I just glanced over cuz something caught my eye. Maybe your curtains or somethin' moving in the breeze." Joel looks almost embarrassed at all the ancillary information he's offered.

"Anyway I saw you sittin' on your bed and you were readin'. Totally focused, didn't even notice me watchin' you while I unloaded boxes."

You narrow your eyes on him with suspicion. "Why would you watch me read?"

"Was relaxin'," Joel shrugs briefly, honestly. "Whenever I caught sight of you, you were just so comforting. I can't explain it properly. . . But then time went on and I happened to see you when you were readin' or cookin' or just out walkin', you were just so calm to look at."

You feel your mouth parting. Joel had been watching you for so long. Much longer than you even had begun to watch him.

"And it wasn't just calm I felt. It was happy. It made me happy to watch you, especially when you smiled," Joel's mouth curves into a small grin as if recalling a specific memory. "You got such a gorgeous smile. Makes your whole face light up."

You're openly gaping at him now. Shocked at these ready admissions of a truth hidden for so long. Confused at this softness, this tenderness.

"I've never seen someone smile so fucking much. Sarah would have just loved you. You and that friend, you smiled and laughed all the time." Joel grows somber, brows saddling. "But you don't smile half as much anymore.. is it cuz of me?"

Yes.

Because I hate that I want you.

"If it is... Tell me," Joel insists. "I don't wanna be the reason you stop smiling, pretty eyes. I'll leave you alone forever if it gets you smilin' again."

He's got puppy dog eyes now. Wide and sorrowful looking. They almost don't fit with the harsh planes of the rest of his face.

"Why do you call me that?" you ask exasperatedly. "Do you not remember my name or something?"

"Course I know your name," Joel says, whispering it now. The sound of it slides over your body like a silk sheet. "S'a beautiful name."

"So then why-"

"I call you pretty eyes because you see beauty in everything. Nature, animals, people. You always wanna help. You want the whole shitty world to be a better place," Joel is shaking his head. "You know how terrifying that is to someone who's given up?"

You don't know what to say.

Joel stands, reaching into his back pocket. He closes his eyes, wincing before he crosses over to you and forces something into your hands. You hold it to your face. It's a photograph, a small one, the kind you yourself used to get in school, sent home glossy and overpriced for your mom to purchase.

It's been folded, creased, lovingly looked at thousands of times, you can tell. It's of a young girl with bright eyes and a brighter smile. A girl with a dimple in her cheek that matches her father. Your finger traces the sweet curve of her face.

"That's Sarah," Joel tells you after a beat. "My daughter."

"She's beautiful."

“She was, yeah.”

Joel's face holds a myriad of emotions all at once. The most prominent of them all however is regret. There's a story there likely similar to your own. You hand him back the photo and he places it back in his pocket.

"I kept going after she was... Taken from me," Joel explains, obviously not wanting to use the real word. "I didn't wanna keep going. But I felt like I had to. I did what I thought I had to and I survived. And when I got here to Jackson I was all alone and all I could think was what was the point? What did I do all this for?"

You nod. Understanding more than you think he'll ever realize. Joel moves back to sit on the sofa, his body tense.

"I thought existing was enough. But then that night I caught you in my closet.... It's like I felt alive again. The good kind of alive- not just needing to live for survival. The kind of alive that has my heart hammerin' and my blood pounding. Makes food taste better for Christ's sake, I don't know how, but it does," Joel is going pink at his neck and cheeks.

"S'like you brought me back from the dead."

You feel the tension, the animosity, the agitation that has been tightening your muscles suddenly release at his words.

"I did?"

Joel nods and he doesn't move closer to you but you have a feeling he'd like to.

"The day after we... The first time," Joel has the good graces to look embarrassedly down at his shoes. "I thought it was better if I stayed away from you."

"Why?"

"Because I was ashamed of myself for how I'd treated you," Joel looks sick as he remembers it, eyes lowered. "But then I saw you that day in the shop lookin' at books and...I just... I was shaking when you walked by me but I just wanted to be near you. I just couldn't stop thinking about you."

You feel like your stomach is doing somersaults. You've never heard Joel talk so much. It makes your head spin. It makes the world feel tilted. Joel is looking at you, concern clear in his features.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," you croak, feeling your legs growing wobbly. You slowly lower yourself to the sofa. Joel joins you and you swallow when his knee brushes yours.

"I've done a lot of things," Joel says. "Things I'm not proud of. Things that someone like you shouldn't have to be around. But I wanted to be around you."

Joel takes a deep breath and you're surprised to see the sheen to his dark eyes. You allow his hand to slowly cover your knee, his thumb giving you soothing rubs.

"I thought about you every day."

Your heart is pounding at his husky admission. But then as those words settle within your mind you grow sullen.

"What about Tess?"

"You were suddenly all chummy with that Markus. The two of you looked like a couple n' you were always with your friend and her husband. You seemed happy and I didn't wanna interfere." Joel frowns. "I knew Tess from way back. Thought it made sense. Wanted it to work. But I couldn't stop thinkin' about you."

You make a scoffing sound.

"I really couldn't," Joel insists, his voice pained. "The night you left my place? I told her I was..." Joel swallows. "I told her there was someone else. She said she'd figured."

"Did you tell her we-"

"No," Joel shakes his head. "You can call me a coward if you want. But it seemed cruel to tell her. Almost as cruel as doin' it in the first place."

You nod in agreement.

"I was terrified when you weren't at home after that. Took a lot of askin' around to find out you were staying with your friend." Joel frowns, eyes limpid. "Was it cuz you didn't wanna see me?"

You can see real fear there in his eyes at your answer and you know that what you say next could potentially devastate him. But the anger you've been carrying around with you like a second skin has fled. Right now you want to be honest like him.

"Not completely," you answer truthfully, shifting uncomfortably on the sofa. "I was also scared I was pregnant."

Joel's head ducks slightly and his voice drops so lowly you don't hear what he mumbles. You ask him to repeat it and Joel exhales slowly.

"I was hopin' you were."

What. The. Fuck.

That was about the last thing you ever thought you'd hear from Joel Miller. You stare at him unblinking, unsure that you've heard him correctly. The entire lower half of his face is flushed, like he's just exposed his biggest secret. Which in a way, you suppose he has.

You think back to that night. Of Joel emptying himself into you with a groan and disgust crosses your features.

"Did you mean to-"

"Fuck no!" Joel answers, the truth immediately apparent in his horrified expression. "Just got carried away that night. No fuck, I would never ... No. Not on purpose. Not without talking to.. Was just after... when I was thinking about it that the idea just .. If it did happen... It maybe didn't seem so awful to me..."

"Jesus, Joel."

Joel nods, grimacing. "I know. I just. . . Thinking of you carrying my baby? Belly swollen and everyone knowing you were mine? That I made you a mama? I wanted it. Wanted that life. I know it was selfish, I know it's fucked up, but it's the truth. I'm trying to be as honest as possible here. No lyin'."

You hate the way this pulls at your lower belly. The desire that licks there. Joel wanting to put his claim on you in the most permanent way possible has you slick between your legs. Despite how fucked up it is, despite how wrong, you can't help but feel turned on.

What is wrong with me?

Logic and reason prevails and you feel your resolve strengthening. You tilt back from his hand on your knee, pulling your legs against your chest as you press against the arm at the other end of the sofa. Joel watches you retreat from him, face falling.

"Joel you just like fucking me." You spread your arms wide. "That's all this has ever been."

"For you maybe," Joel shakes his head. "S'not just that. Not for me."

"How would you know?"

"Cuz I wanna spend time with you," Joel explains, bright eyes on yours. "Be near you. Not just fucking."

You don't know what else to say. How would you ever know if that was true? Too much has happened between the two of you.

"Can I show you?"

You glance up at Joel, brows raised. Show you?

"Show me what?"

"What I wanted more than anything since the last time I saw you?"

It's a trick. A way to let him further into your home. Payback for what you did to him.

No no no. Don't let this happen again you fool.

And yet you barely hesitate. After everything he's confessed to you there is no ire left in you.

"Okay."

Joel's sudden smile is wide and warm and so damn grateful that it pulls at your heartstrings. He stands, holding his hand out to you. You look at his palm briefly before you take it, feeling as his large, warm hand wraps around yours.

He holds you tightly and the both of you pad upstairs. The stairs creak under your combined weight but you barely hear it over the rush of blood roaring in your ears.

Joel is in your house. Joel is touching you. Joel is being tender. Joel Joel Joel. The man you couldn't stop thinking about. The man you hate yourself for wanting because he’s so cold. But tonight he’s so warm.

You reach the threshold of your bedroom and stop, looking at him curiously. He gives a nod, silently asking for your trust.

Despite everything you give it, walking into your bedroom and waiting as he follows you.

"Where's your nightclothes?"

You point to a dresser drawer. He nods, going over to it and pulling it open. You watch in quiet fascination as he pulls out a pale yellow nightdress with ruffles at the shoulders.

"S'pretty," he murmurs looking at it. "You like this one?"

"Yeah."

You're confused when he takes your hand in his again and walks you to the bathroom. The wide, aged tub in there is turned on. A luxury you don't often take advantage of because you prefer showers.

While the warm water is filling, Joel places the nightgown beside the sink. He turns to you and you can see him take a nervous inhale.

"Can I undress you?"

Again you barely hesitate. You nod and he closes the distance between you.

His blunted fingers move slowly over the buttons of your cardigan, your skirt. You watch Joel's face the entire time, taking in the way his mouth twists lightly to the side as he concentrates. He undresses you with quiet patience, his eyes warm and soft. Your clothes are slipped gently from your body, folded (much to your gentle amusement) and placed on the counter next to the nightdress.

You watch him take a deep inhale before his hands skim around your bra to unhook it. Your breasts fall, released from the cotton fabric. Joel looks at your flushed face, his breathing shuddering. But he slips the bra off your shoulders and places it with the rest.

Your heart is thundering in your chest. You feel your nipples tightening as his eyes fall over them, a look of reverence in his features. You wait for his mouth to descend, or his hands to knead them.

But instead his fingers come to rest on your hips, thumbs curling around the band of your panties. You feel your breath growing uneven at the thought of being completely bared to him. He hears it, registers it and his dark eyes flit to yours.

"This still okay?"

You nod, trying to steady your breath. Joel smiles, eyes going to your mouth. You know he wants to kiss you but instead he blinks and lowers himself to kneel in front of you.

There on his knees before you, like you're his own personal altar, Joel slowly begins slipping your panties down your thighs, your calves, until you step out of them with your hand on his shoulder for balance.

Finally you stand there in front of him naked. You feel vulnerable and turned on all at once. He's still kneeling, eyes drifting everywhere as if he's trying to memorize you. Your face heats as his wide eyes slide over every piece of exposed flesh.

His finger trails over the scar at your ribs, unseen to him before now. His eyes go to your face as he stands, hand coming to drift over your cheek.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmurs huskily. But he doesn't make any further move to touch you.

You think that this is what he's been after since you arrived back home. That he's just wanting to fuck somewhere new. That this was an elaborate way to break down your barriers. You fold your arms over your breasts, hand coming to hide your sex.

You watch in confused silence as Joel strips as well, tugging off his shirt and jeans and boxers until he's standing there in front of you naked, his cock semi hard. He stands waiting, letting you have your turn at gawking. Despite the vulnerability of his nakedness, be excudes a powerful dominance, his frame large.

His masculine body is beautiful, his shoulders broad and the skin golden and littered with pale scars. You can't help but touch the swell of his biceps, fingers trailing over and down to his wrist. He shivers when you touch him and you see his cock hardening. He goes to cover himself.

"You're gorgeous," you blurt, heart swelling when you see him give a shy grin at your words. He tilts his head away from you, his face pinking. Shy.

Joel Miller is shy.

The tub is full now and Joel turns the tap to stop. He steps in first, testing the heat before holding a beckoning hand to you. With a quirked brow you take it, allowing him to lower you both to sit in the tub. You go in front and his long legs go to either side of you.

You marvel at the gold skin of his legs and the dark hair that grows there. This skin, previously a mystery shown to you up close. You can't stop yourself from reaching a hand to his ankle and brushing the delicate bone there. His damp hand skims up your spine, he too marveling at this new piece of you exposed to him.

Eventually he urges your back against his chest and you let out a small whisper of a groan his fingers come to your neck and begin to massage.

"This okay?"

"Mhmmm."

You go boneless as Joel's hands work your neck and shoulders as the water surrounds you. The warm bath feels so good and Joel's touch is so comforting.

Finally his hands are removed, once more going to urge your back against his front. He holds you loosely, fingers trailing over your forearm.

You sit for several moments in the quietly lapping water, feeling Joel's chest constrict and expand as he breathes behind you. Your eyes fall shut, lulled by your surroundings and you hear him fumbling with a bottle before you hear the squeeze of your shampoo bottle.

His wide hands go to drag the shampoo through your hair. The sensation of his fingers carding through your tresses makes every hair on your body stand on end in pleasure.

"You've got beautiful hair," Joel says softly, marveling at it as he rubs your scalp. "Thought so the first time I saw you."

You think of that day with the book when Joel had approached you, when he had smoothed a wayward strand of your hair between his fingers.

"Thanks."

You go limp against him, body melting into his light touch. When he talks it reverberates through your back. You muse that you could fall asleep like this. His chin grazes the top of your head.

"You enjoy that Jane Eyre book?"

He speaks gently as if he doesn't want to disturb your serenity.

"Yeah I did," you say smiling genuinely. "It was one of my favorite books from before."

"Mine too."

This surprises you a moment that he remembered until you recall the books he was going to lend you months ago. He'd had so many that you yourself had loved.

Joel seems so closed off, a hermit, almost a luddite in your mind. But he plays beautiful music and he reads wonderful books. There's so much to uncover about him.

"What do you think is Bradbury's best work?"

"Easy," you can feel Joel smiling behind you as he continues lathering. "Fahrenheit 451."

"You're crazy," you insist with an amused laugh. "It's the Martian Chronicles!"

"Never," Joel insists with a playful tug of your hair. "I bet you'll say Dandelion Wine was good."

"It was!" You insist, craning your head to face him with a faux outraged expression. He's grinning back down at you, his face glowing in the gentle light of the sunset outside the window.

"S'okay," he murmurs with his soft eyes sweeping over your face. "We don't have to agree on everything."

You nod, and he turns his attention to the pitcher next to the bathtub.

"Tilt your head back, pretty eyes."

You do so, eyes closing as Joel scoops water up into the jug and rinses the shampoo from your hair.

You feel at ease here in the water with Joel, you both just existing in the gentle warmth. You wish you could straighten your body out over him. You feel like a cat longing to stretch out in a sunbeam.

It makes you feel soft and gentle towards Joel. You find yourself wanting to know more about him, about the life he had before everything went to shit.

"What did you do before everything?"

"Contractor." His fingers make sure not to miss a strand of your hair with the water. "Tommy n' I had our own company."

He tells you a bit about the construction company, about how it was fun and exhausting being his own boss. It's easy to imagine Joel hammering away at wood planking, driving a beat up old truck down some winding streets.

He asks you about yours and you muse that the only job you had before the outbreak was working at a video store.

"Must be why you like those movie nights here," Joel muses. You look up at him, grinning, delighted that he remembers this fact about you.

"Yeah."

His eyes drift lazily down from your eyes to your mouth and you know what he wants because now you want it too. Desperately.

He won't make the first move, you can tell. So it's you that tilts up to press your lips against his. You feel your entire body tingle as he sighs against you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders from behind.

It's a sweet, soft thing that ends with him pulling back and pressing another gentle kiss to your cheek and forehead before he moves back to working on your hair.

You talk quietly back and forth about life before the outbreak. He tells you that Sarah always fell asleep during movies, even the ones she picked out. He tells you that he was almost married but then his fiancée backed out and left him with his infant daughter. You tell him that your sister was your favorite person. You tell him that your first kiss was under the bleachers at school.

When he begins to massage the conditioner into your scalp your head falls back and you let out a whimpered moan. It feels heavenly to be cared for like this. You've never had this.

At the first strains of your cry you feel Joel's cock hardening further against your lower back. Arousal pools in your belly and your hand moves under the water, instinctively going to grip him. He twitches at the contact.

"Not tonight, pretty eyes," Joel murmurs, gently urging your hand off of him and pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

You continue sitting there between his legs confused as he rinses the last of the conditioner from your hair, his hardened cock pressed between your bodies.

He's hard and he doesn't want you to touch him?

He shampoos and rinses his own hair before he stands, pulling you from the water tenderly by the hand. He drains the tub, moving to grab your towel from the hook by the door.

With a softness you didn't expect from him, Joel gently towels you off, drying each inch of your flesh before tugging your nightdress on over your body.

He pulls on his boxers before you both pad back to your bedroom. He pulls back the covers of the bed, urging you to crawl in. You do so and you look expectantly up at him, noticing his hesitation as he lowers the blankets around you, tucking you in. He takes a moment to look at you, cheeks pink from the steam of the bath, eyes sleepy.

He leans over, kissing you full on the mouth in a way that's all sweet. It's a kiss of tenderness that has you exhaling into his mouth.

This version of Joel is so fucking appealing. This open, soft Joel that talks to you about everything. This Joel that touches you with no aim other than to make you feel good and cherished.

"I'm gonna get dressed and go," he says in a whisper as he pulls back from your lips. His knuckles trace your cheek as he smiles serenely down at you. "Can I see you tomorrow?"

You realize that the bath, that tenderness is what he'd wanted. He hadn't been expecting sex at all and for that reason alongside many others, you want him to stay. You reach out from under the covers, grabbing his wrist.

"I don't want you to go."

He pauses, his dark eyes scanning yours. He's hesitant and you know that he's worried you'll see this evening as transactional when you know it's been anything but.

"I want you to stay, Joel."

Joel contemplates a while longer before he finally nods. He pulls back the covers, climbing between the sheets beside you. He's warm from the bath and you instinctively snuggle back against him. His arms eagerly wrap around you and in them you feel a security you haven’t felt in decades.

Joel strokes your arm absently, kissing your shoulder only once before his head is back on the pillow, the two of you watching the moon hanging low in the sky. From where you lay you can see the roof of Joel's house. You think of how this started and you hold in a laugh.

"Sometimes I'd watch your house as I was falling asleep," he tells you, feeling bold in the darkness. "If your light was on I felt like everything was okay in the world. S'like your light was my moon."

You smile at that. Under the covers you're both warm, your hair damp. It feels domestic, not rushed or dirty. It makes you feel vulnerable as your bodies press next to one another in the bed.

You look behind you at Joel in the blue darkness, your hand brushing an errant curl from his forehead as you twist to face him. Your mouth finds his again and you sigh as your lips move against one another.

You assume that this is when he'll fuck you or at least make gentle love to you, but he does neither. He just holds you, bringing you against his body and curling around you, as if he's protecting you from the elements. It seems natural to him, to be a protector.

"You told me you weren't a good man," you whisper to him in the darkness. "But I think you might be."

"I'm not. I've done terrible things," Joel grimaces. "You know firsthand."

He strokes your hair, hand heavy before he continues.

"I'm so sorry for how I treated you. I.... I didn't know how to act. I'd wanted you so fucking long and you were there and I couldn't help myself. But s'not a good reason. I was a fucking asshole. I don't blame you for hating me."

"I don't hate you Joel," you say with honesty. "Don't hate anyone, really."

"That's what I lo- like about you," Joel says, voice catching. "Not a mean bone in your body."

"I dunno about that," you shrug. "Took great pleasure in refusing to dance with you the other night."

You can hear Joel smile at that behind you. "S'okay. I deserved it."

The silence stretches on a little longer.

"I'd say yes," you say in a quiet voice. "If you asked me again."

Joel doesn't reply, but he pulls you tighter against him, burying his face in your damp hair.

You've never slept with someone in this bed. You think that it will be a hardship and you're shocked at how easily you fold into his embrace, how calm you feel and you drift into a peaceful slumber.

When you wake up the next morning he's still asleep, dark lashes fanned over caramel cheeks. His arm is slung over your waist, as if in sleep he's worried about you leaving.

You watch him breathing slowly, his full mouth parted. You think that he looks so peaceful like this, so open. You can't help yourself and you graze a kiss against his lips.

Joel's eyes flutter open to see you staring at him with glossy eyes. His mouth curls into a sleepy smile and he brushes his knuckles against the curve of your cheek.

"Mornin' pretty eyes."

His voice is low and rumbling with sleep. It's a sound that feels good in your ear. A sound that travels down between your legs and pulses.

You kiss him again, a little longer this time. His hand is at your jaw, holding you lightly. There's no harshness in how he touches you now. You pull back, resting your head on the pillow next to his.

You both gaze at one another, eyes locked. You think you can see eternity in the dark galaxy of his gaze.

There's something about this moment that feels safe to you. Safety. And something else. Something that feels too early to speak aloud. A feeling that eluded you for so long. Tears spring along your waterline.

"Joel .. I-" you don't know what to say or how to say it. But Joel understands because he feels the same. His smile turns serious and you watch as his own dark eyes begin to grow damp.

"I know, baby," Joel rumbles. "I know."

With tears in your eyes your mouth seeks his out again, your hands going to his bare shoulders and gripping.

He holds you against his chest, both of you kissing for what feels like hours. He holds your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. As if he's trying to atone for all those times he never kissed you, never cherished you properly.

"I want you," Joel murmurs against your ear as you nestle against him. "Want you to read with me on my couch in front of the fire and sit next to me at those movie nights. I want everyone to know you're my girl. Wanna make up for all those times I was an idiot. Wanna make you laugh and smile like you used to. Can I?”

Your heart expands, your own hands cupping his cheeks. This man that you've wanted, that you've denied yourself wanting. He's looking at you with those big eyes, the ones that often seem so sad and so serious.

"I want that too," you murmur. "Want you to teach me guitar too. Promise I won't hide it anymore."

Joel grins against your lips, recalling how all of this first began. He licks into your mouth as you whimper, the desire for him overwhelming you. There will be more discussions, more moments where Joel will fight to prove himself worthy of you. But for right now you simply want him.

Languid movements against each other turn into both sets of hands seeking bare flesh and moments later after your gentle urging of a condom into his hand, Joel raises himself above you, mouth on yours as he slides between your thighs slow and sweet, murmuring how much he wants you, adores you. His voice holds you, warms you as you keen, arching against him.

He takes his time, brushing the thankful tears from your eyes with his lips. You kiss his away from the corner of his eyes. He watches your body move underneath his with awe, as if he's actually seeing you for the first time. In a way it's like you both are.

And much like the bath last night Joel holds you tenderly, makes you feel beloved. He doesn't take, he just gives, over and over kissing praises into your skin, pressing devotion between your legs.

"I want you to take it," he whispers against your neck as your thighs bracketing his hips begin to tremble. "It's all for you, pretty eyes. Everything."

You know what he means.

When you two fall back against your pillow breathing unsteadily a short while later you can't help but smile in disbelief. You tilt your head to see that Joel is doing the same and you roll into his waiting arms, giggling.

Your window stays unlocked after that.

#joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller #dad joel miller #fanfic #fanfiction #pedro pascal #smut #mean!joel #dark!joel x reader #dark!joel #dark!joel miller

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mncxbe · 5 months

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Hi, it's my birthday next week, so may I please request Bram, Tetchou, Sigma and Ranpo celebrating their s/o's birthday with them (could be anything.. from headcanons to scenarios to oneshots and from fluff to smut, I don't mind)? No rush, take your time, please!

omg happy early birthday nonnie🎂 and ofc I loved writing these hcs hope u like it too. I was planning to do smth lengthier but I got caught up with work and couldn't buuut enjoy♡♡

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Spending your birthday with them♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎

"Ah, birthdays. I've had plenty of those"

he's not really sure how people celebrate anniversaries now, so he has to ask Aya about it

his original plan was to organize a big feast for you but he ends up making you dinner instead

if you want to have a party with your friends he'll agree to join, but he'd much rather spend time with you alone

in the evening the two of you would take a bath; with bubbles and candles and then just cuddle and watch a movie

Bram is especially gentle with you on your birthday and right before you go to bed he's gonna confess his love for you in the most old fashioned, romantic way possible. considering his status in the past I think he's highly educated so he knows his way with words

I see him gifting you jewelery

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

Tecchou would ask you days before if you want to have any fancy party and would lowkey be relieved when you tell him that you only wanna spend your bday with him

due to his job he can't spend all day with you, but as soon as he gets home from work he hugs you and spins you around, wishing you happy birthday

then he takes you to a nice restaurant for dinner

he's the type to write you birthday letters and leave sticky notes with little heart shaped drawings around the house

Tecchou tries to bake you a cake and asks Jouno or Tachihara to taste it, but because he uses weird ingredients it turns out terrible so he just buys you a small cupcake instead

BIRTHDAY FLOWERS!!!💐💐

as for presents he gets you anything you want, really. if you're not willing to tell him what your heart desires too bad he's gonna contact all your friends and ask them what to get you

he cuddles you to sleep and tells you how much he loves you, how happy he is he got to spend another year with you♡

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

Sigma would panic at first cuz he dosn't know what he's supposed to do for your birthday; he never celebrated his own so... yea

when he researches it on google and finds out he's supposed to get you a gift he freaks out again cuz he doesn't know what to get you

but eventually he ends up buying smth small like a plushie or books you've got on your reading list and a box of chocolates

he makes you a homemade birthday dinner and decorates the table with candles and flowers hhhh he's so romantic

now Sigma would be willing to get a little spicy with you if you want it; he doesn't mind it at all. you want bday sex? ok. but at the end of the day he still wants to cuddle you♡

in the evening he probably asks you what you usually do for your bday so he can be better prepared next year

I don't really see him being keen on big parties so he won't organize anything of the sort

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

he wakes you up in the middle of the night like 1 a.m just to make sure he's the first one to wish you happy birthday

if you don't work for the Ada Ranpo would get a free day from work to spend time with you♡

and oh my if you know his colleagues he would throw you a small birthday party with them (Dazai's idea ofc)

baking a cake with Ranpo for your birthday is a must. Poe helps him do the shopping the day before so you've got all you need and of course, you end up doing most of the work while he just admires you and keeps sticking his fingers in the dough to "sample" it.

I don't think he'd get you a big gift tbh; he has the "what do you mean sugar? am I not enough of a gift for you?" mentality. he's also so much clingier than normally

now two words: birthday sex. this man is wakes you up with head and doesn't let you go to sleep in the evening until you've came at least two times.

Ranpo is usually lazy in bed but for your birthday he's willing to do all the work; after all, your special day is only once a year♡

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd smut #bsd headcanons #bsd bram #bram x reader #sigma fluff #sigma x reader #tetchō suehiro #bsd tetchou #tecchou x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo bsd

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Ranpo, Junichirou and Fyodor + "You did all this for me?"

Oh multiple characters? That's a good idea, that way people can have more reactions then just one little drabble.

Pairing: Dazai, Chuuya, Atsushi, Ranpo, Junichirou, Fyodor x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, dating, surprise dates, anniversary, eating together, slightly suggestive, teasing, flirting, dancing

A/N: For those curious, the prompt is from this list.

17. “You did all of this for me?”

Dazai would be beyond surprised at the date you organized for the two of you. Its not even a special day! He's not complaining in the slightest, he just... well he didn't have any time to prepare anything for you, are you sure this is okay? Next time he'll make sure to surprise you as well. Oh! And you got his favorites too, now he needs to make the next date extra special. And extra secret from you.

"All this for me? You really shouldn't have. No, I mean really, I didn't have anything ready for you. And how am I supposed to compete with this? Yeah its not a competition but you can't blame me for feeling a little overwhelmed here. Thank you, I can... at least give you kiss deserving of such a surprise."

Chuuya would get into the house and expect an ambush because everything is so damn dark. He walks around in the dark ready to fight only to have a heart attack when you turn on the lights and present him with a candle lit diner. He looks kinda stupid now in his fighting stance. He takes a bit of time to look over everything, realizing its all home cooked... for him.

"The hell babe? Why- did I forget out anniversary or something, a birthday? My birthday? No that can't be right. Shit, just tell me what it is. Nothing? Then why... just cause you love me... you... you... don't tell me sappy shit like that when I get home! You'll make me never wanna leave!"

Atsushi stares wide eyed at the bunches of flowers decorating his room. He just came back from the... nurse and honestly wanted to just lay down and sleep. Now he can't. Now he has to spin you around and kiss your all over your laughing face as he starts to fall into a dance with you. So this is why you didn't show up earlier, he should have figured you had something up your sleeve. Such a romantic, you make him swoon.

"I'm not gonna cry, I already did more then enough of that earlier. Wait, am I crying already? Oh. I didn't notice. Thank you for the flowers, I love them. Uh... but... were are we gonna put them all? I supposed we could dry them and make those cute flower books."

Ranpo already knew what you were planning, he is a top class detective after all. Still he tried his best to act surprised when you greeted him with a diner and sweets. Its a cute gesture of course, and look, he has sweets for you too. Yeah he bought them just before he got home, so you didn't suspect a thing. You look cute when you pout, he's torn between wanting to look at you and kissing you.

"It's a sweet thing you did for me, my darling. I love everything you do for me, surprise or not, I'm always happy to receive your gifts. Look at all this delicious food you've made for us. Would you sitting in my lap make you feel better. Promise to keep my hands off that little piece you've got under your clothes."

Junichirou doesn't know how to respond to the gifts you brought to him while he's recovering, and on your anniversary no less. That is entirely too much, he can't even thank you properly cause of the injuries from the fight. He will put that on the top of his list when he gets out, take you on a date that will blow your socks off, literally.

"My favorite cakes! Nice! I can't really cut it though, can you feed me? It's not an excuse! You're telling me you bought all that for me and now you're gonna leave the poor injured guy to eat it all by himself? No, no, sit your pretty self down, we'll share."

Fyodor kind of suspected you were up to something with being so sneaky. It wasn't anything to spite him, he knew that, but he didn't see a party coming. A party for two to be more exact. And that outfit... he might just be forced to have dessert before anything else and spoil his appetite.

"Don't give me that look, you knew I would react like this. In fact I bet that you did this just to get to me. You know I can't keep my hands off you and you expect me to sit in that chair and eat food? You better get on that table before I make you."

#bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs imagines #bsd x reader #bsd imagines #bsd headcanons #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #atsushi x reader #ranpo x reader #junichirou x reader #fyodor x reader #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #nakajima atsushi #edogawa ranpo #tanizaki junichirou #fyodor dostoevsky

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betterthanyalls · 2 months

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Birthday Night

Hello! This is a birthday gift for my pookie wookie even tho her bday was a few days ago <3 Love youuuuu

Words: 792

Published: 3/8/2024

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The sound of the front door shutting echoed throughout the calm house. Shoes kicked off and sat cozily in the entryway, and coats hung from the hooks near the door. Sighing, Y/n threw off her shoes and placed her scarf and coat next to each other on the hooks. She had just gotten done with being dragged from place to place all around the city by her best friends, Mk and Mei, for her birthday celebration. Now she was finally home late at night and genuinely ready to collapse. Slowly, Y/n shuffled her way into the kitchen, the warm smell of sweets wafting around her. A smile graced her features when she walked into the room to find her boyfriend hard at work decorating a cake and not noticing her come in. Not wanting to disturb him, Y/n leaned on the doorframe tiredly and listened to the mumbling coming from her partner.

Soon enough, Y/n realized he would never figure out she was standing behind him. “Redson?” She asked gently, not wanting to scare her boyfriend. But her efforts were in vain, as the boy jumped in surprise and whipped around to face his love. “Oh Y/n! I didn’t think you’d be back so soon.” He spoke nervously, trying (and failing) to hide the cake behind him. “What do you have there?” The young woman asked, gesturing behind Redson. “Nothing! Nothing at all, haha!” His actions betrayed his words. A doubtful look placed itself on Y/n’s expression. Letting out a defeated sigh, Redson noticed it was time to show her anyway. Stepping out of the way, he let her see the cake he put his heart into making.

The art on the cake couldn’t be described in words. It rivaled those of Van Gogh or Da Vinci. The icing depicted Redson, Y/n, and all their friends sitting on a couch and watching Y/n’s favorite show, Toon Quest. Awe filled her eyes when she saw it. The decoration was so detailed that she couldn’t form words to express her admiration and joy. Y/n turned to Redson, seeing him waiting for her reaction. All she could do in the moment was wrap her arms around him in a tight hug. Not being one for physical touch, Redson would’ve shoved her off and reminded her coldly how he hated touch. But something about the way Y/n held him, the way she spoke to him, the way she looked at him, the ways she’d acknowledge him and let him be heard, the way she loved. He wouldn’t even dare move her, slowly putting his arms around her too.

The duo stood like that for a bit before Y/n pulled away, still smiling. Redson smiled back before remembrance struck him. “Oh, I got you a gift. Sit down, please.” He told her as he walked to the living room, returning a few seconds later with a small box. Y/n found her spot at the circular dinner table and waited patiently. Her partner sat down across from her and slid the box over. “Go ahead, open it.” A glimmer of anticipation was dancing through his eyes. Y/n quickly opened it, excited to see the present. When she got the wrapping paper off, a pure white box was left. Taking off the lid, Y/n carefully lifted a small wooden box from within and set it on the table. She gracefully opened up the wooden box as music began to move in the air. A soft tune, almost like a kalimba, of Ladyfingers wafted elegantly throughout the room. Astonishment rang through Y/n’s face as she watched two small figurines spin in a circle at the center of the box. The figures were dressed in formal wear, but she could immediately recognize them as her and Redson waltzing. On the inside of the box’s cover was a photo of the couple. The very first photo they took together. It was the two of them on top of a nearby skyscraper, watching the sunset. As the music began to come to a close, so did the night.

Redson stood up and held his hand out to his lover. “May we?”

“We may.” Y/n accepted his hand as he brought her to the living room, grabbing two pieces of cake on the way. Redson quickly switched on the television and put on the newest episodes of Toon Quest. They settled down on the couch, both with a piece of cake in their laps, and snuggled close. Y/n leaned on Redson that it looked like they belonged in a jigsaw puzzle. The light of the TV cast a soft glow in the unlit room.

“Happy birthday, dear.”

#x reader #fluff #lmk x reader #lmk #lmk redson #lmk redson x reader #redson x reader #birthday

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bisexual-horror-fan · 11 months

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*Kicks your door down*

BEXIBUS

May I have a fic w Freddy and the Reader on /his/ birthday and he's not expecting them to do anything for him but they surprise him? And uh maybe they put a lil icing on their titties for him to lick off?

And could I maybe??? Get a tiny bit of fluff w Reader booping icing on his nose and letting him know they'll never forget his birthday and they love him sksjfjs

Thank u v much for the chance 🥺

-Vic/TML

PS. May you dream of Freddy tonight and put ur cake in his face if yk what I mean.

Oh Vic baby, I know it has been a minute since you sent this in but it IS Robert Englund’s birthday today so I thought it was finally time to do this! Been a bit since the last Freddy moment, so I hope you enjoy it along with everyone else! Let’s go!

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Rating. NSFW. Length. 1.4K. Freddy Krueger X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Pet Names. Lucid Dreaming. Sweetness. Surprising Freddy. Nipple Play. Food Play. Implied Oral Sex. Banter. Teasing. Freddy Being Freddy. Mild Knife Play. Domestic Fantasy. Lingerie. Dress Up.

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“Birthday Surprise.”

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It wasn’t easy to find out what day it was, it took some serious research and effort on your part but damn it, he was worth it. He had never brought up the day and you were positive there was a reason for that but it didn’t deter you, the risk felt worth the potential reward. He was surprisingly very giving to you in many respects, seemed that good moods were striking him more often than not and he was very willing to treat you, any sort of desire you had, sexual or otherwise he was willing to meet, seemingly loving and feeding off the positive energy it drew from you. So naturally you wanted to return those efforts back to him, put a smile on his face, show him that you were just as invested as he was.

The first way you wanted to do this was by celebrating his birthday, you had a feeling no one ever put forth much care into giving a fuck about him in any serious regard and certainly not about that, or if they had, he hadn’t even alluded to it, but you could fix that. You could make him feel special, make him feel like how he made you feel, make him feel important.

You know this was a complex thing, hell emotions seemed to be a touchy subject on the best of days but you had a good feeling about this. You worked on lucid dreaming, on getting your skills up so far to be able to accomplish what you had in mind, and thankfully, hard work was paying off.

He was always aware of when you fell asleep. He would feel it, be able to reach out and pull you to him. He also had a habit of liking to watch, he’d find you dreaming about whatever mundane bullshit and indulge in watching you for a minute or two before dragging you into a nightmare of his making or the boiler room, whatever setting he wished so when he reached out and found you tonight, he was surprised.

There you were, in a much different setting then he usually found you. A brightly lit, vintage looking kitchen, you in an apron and seemingly not much else, and consumed in your current task. A quick look around showed you were deep into decorating a freshly baked and thoroughly cooled cake. God, you looked good enough to eat, better than the cake by far. He was looking you over, the thin and sheer material hugging over your ass and hips, the lace top stockings you wore, the heels, the sweet ruffled edged apron, it was doing everything possible to appeal to him.

You were humming some tune he couldn’t place, the cake was on one of those stands that could spin, making it easier for you to ice it, turning it with one hand slowly while the other held the rubber spatula, spreading the light, airy and butter cream on the sides of the cake. He made himself known then.

He slipped into the reality of our dream, right behind you, his hands placed on your waist, bare scarred skin on one side and leather and steel on the other. You didn’t jump, not even flinched, as if you were aware of his presence before he made it known, expecting, anticipating him.

“Well aren’t you just the cutest little house spouse.” He purred into your ear and you grinned, “Heya Freddy.”

“Hiya sweetheart.” You feel his lips brush the shell of your ear and you lean closer back into him, “How you doing tonight?”

“How do you think I’m doing after coming into this?” His question was just what you were expecting, you finished doing the basic ice and had picked up the piping bag to do some serious detailing, “Oh doing pretty damn good I imagine.”

“You know me too well.” He said easily, watching as you artfully swooped the icing on the sides, “So what’s with playing Susie homemaker? You got a kink you never shared with the class or somethin’?”

You laugh, a shake of your head as you work on quickly finishing up the lettering up top now that the edges were piped, “No, no, nothing like that. Just heard what day it was and thought it would be nice to spoil you.”

“Oh? And what day is it?” He asked and you finished up, piping bag set down, you picked up the cake and turned in his grip, holding out the two layered confection you’d spent so much time on, “A day to celebrate you.”

His hands still sitting on your hips he read the pretty dark pink icing scrawled on top spelling out, “Happy Birthday Freddy.”

“You remembered?” He asked and your finger swiped over the edge of the cake, catching some icing you reached up and booped him on the nose before telling him, “Freddy, I’ll never forget your birthday. I love you.”

He seemed to try to not be affected by your sweet words. Nor by when you leaned up and licked the small spot of sugary goodness from where you’d placed it. He tried to do what he always did, cover up serious emotion with jokes.

“You know it is a little fucking weird to celebrate a dead man's birthday, right?” He deadpanned, a raise of the skin where his eyebrows should be, had they not been scorched off forever ago. You smiled, a shrug as you said, “Yeah I know but…I dunno, it might be stupid but I care about you a lot Freddy, wanted to do something nice for you, show you how much I care.”

“You? Care about me?” He asked incredulously and you nodded, eyes downcast to the cake still in your hands.

You uttered, "You know I do, Freddy." He laughed, long and hard before exhaling in a fond one of voice, “Fuck, you are so stupid.”

He sighed and leaned in, a kiss to your forehead and you said, “Yeah, I really am.”

“Cutest, sweetest idiot I’ve ever tormented at least.” He pulled back, hands balled into fists and resting on his hips he asked, “So what kinda cake is it?”

You let the compliment he gave roll over you, the warmth sinking into you before the reply spills out, “Lemon sponge with a jam filling and a whipped raspberry buttercream.”

“Look at you! So fancy. You tryna impress me with your pretentious ass dessert?” He asks with that smug grin and you pose your own question. “Is it working?”

“Maybe. I’m not convinced though.” He teases and you turn at the waist, you set the cake back down on the counter and then you reach up behind your neck, you pinch one of the ends of the bow behind your spine, you tug and let it untie, allowing the top part of your apron to fall and expose your chest.

He is looking with great interest but not saying anything else, yet. You reach over and pick up the piping bag from before, you carefully squeeze some of the sweet and sticky substance onto your chest before turning your gaze up to his, looking up at him you ask, “Are you more willing to taste it when it’s served up like this?”

“You really are spoiling me, hmm?” He didn’t waste time, hands are on your chest cupping ample flesh as he leans down, now at eye level, looking at the delicate swirls of pink, admiring how they stand out against your skin for a moment before that inhumanly long tongue comes out to play. He takes his time, he starts inward, curling around a hardening nipple before working his way out, cleaning up the mess you left along the way. He lets out a satisfied hum as he does, eventually his mouth closes on a hard peak and he sucks deeply, tongue swirls, teeth graze, blood meets sugar and your head swims. His mouth is like heaven and hell mixed and you are thoroughly and irrevocably addicted. Your hand is on the back of his neck as his mouth works from one side to the next, by the time he is done you are left breathless, feeling his hard shaft grinding on your thigh, you ask, “You wanna try the real deal yet?”

He is dropping to his knees, hands pushing up the bottom of your apron, his tone is gruff, he nips at your inner thigh as he tells you, “Later.”

You start to whine in protest but his gloved hand is on your ass, blades biting into ample flesh and he grits out, “It’s my birthday remember?”

As he mouths over your underwear you lean against the counter, head tipping back and any and all complaints and arguments you had promptly fly out of your head, content to let him do whatever the fuck he wanted to. It was HIS day after all. It’s the least you could do. Cake could wait.

#Slasher x reader #Freddy Krueger x reader #BHF writing #BHF asks #ENJOYYYY

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lale-txt · 2 years

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💗 One Piece characters as shoujo manga stereotypes (pt. 1/?)

a/n: i recently discovered that my love @eustasssimp and i share the same deep passion for shoujo manga. we probably have read them all and basically yelled at each other for three days straight about them. for me, shoujo manga had a HUGE influence on my wish to start writing again, i bascially owe them every fluff piece on this blog omg. Lemon is the reason those headcanons were born, feeding me with so many good ideas that occupied my brain for several days straight. just love putting our favorite men in those silly litte scenarios with you (ﾉ´ з `)ノ

Kid

the ill tempered, grumpy male lead

never wears his school uniform the right way, something’s always off – no necktie, the fire red hair (which is his natural color but the teachers don’t believe him), wears too many shiny accessories and make up (his winged liner is on point)

everyone has a crush on him and he hates it, cusses everyone out who makes an attempt to get closer to him

he opens his locker and a dozen love letters fall out of it, he tears them apart on the spot and stomps away with angry flushed cheeks to probably rob some poor kid of their lunch money

he doesn’t buy proper lunch from it, just a big pack of energy drinks he downs within half an hour, vibrating in his seat during afternoon classes

eats his lunch with Killer (who made bento for both of them) on the rooftop where the people don’t find them

close up shots of them biting in onigiri, veiny hands holding chopsticks, long lashes that sparkle in the sunset (it’s noon but for the special effects the sun is setting, okay)

during The Field Trip Camping Arc™ Kid will yell at everyone who fails to put up their tent, building them up himself while huffing and puffing

he’s also the one that goes missing during the obligatory rain storm, making everyone worried until he returns out of the blue, probably carrying a puppy in his arms he rescued

HERO OF THE DAY AND HE HATES IT

will complain to Killer all night about it as they lay in their sleeping bags, the puppy curled up between them (you wished that was you huh), but he’ll fall asleep with a slight smile though

Killer

the stoic, quiet side kick

his mask stays ON despite school rules. also how else would anyone know he’s the sidekick if he didn’t have a quirky accessoire

lowkey everyone has a crush on him too. it’s a shoujo manga, everyone crushes on everyone here

Killer gets his own spin off in the chapter cover art or as his own series once the main act is finished because he stole the show so often and became a fan favorite

he’s the head of the school’s food club, hosting cooking lessons once a week and rambling about the power and beauty of a good meal

every petition to turn it into an pasta exclusive club failed and he’s bitter about it, still only teaching recipes you can eat with a mask on

everyone is intimidated by him and then he just brings out tiny cupcakes he baked during cooking class and shares with everyone

master of cake decor – he might look scary but oh boy can he do those filigree sugar coatings with ease

knows Kid comes from a rough home and therefore makes him a bento every day to make sure his friend eats a proper meal at least once a day

he’s still waiting for Kid to notice the hidden messages he wrote in ketchup on his omelet, asking him to be more than just a friend

Rayleigh

the way too sexy home room teacher everyone has a crush on

like he sparkles a little when he enters the classroom and everyone’s heart just goes doki doki

his subjects are history and PE

on PE days he walks around in a tight shirt and loose sweatpants, hair in a loose bun, making people clench their chest when he walks by

has the biggest crush on his colleague Roger and it’s obvious to everyone except Roger

he almost got suspended once because he used the money for the field trip for gambling but luckily his class hosted a cake sale (Killer being the initiator) to raise funds and save the day

he’s a strict teacher but also a very kind one, always fighting dearly for his students while also showing them no mercy during tests

though he might “accidentally” leave the test answers written on the blackboard

can survive the field trips only with a little flask in his pocket and trusts his student enough to survive on their own while he checks out the hot springs with his colleague Roger

he gets his spotlight in the bonus panels where the mangaka just goes unhinged about him, giving the fans what they want (dilf on dilf action)

Roger

the headmaster and PE teacher that walks around in booty shorts and a tank top that are just a little too tight but no one is complaining, just enjoying the view

has the biggest crush on his colleague Rayleigh and it’s obvious to everyone except Rayleigh

a menace in the staff room, leaving his belongings on every desk except his own (it doesn’t go unnoticed by him that Rayleigh lets Roger’s worn tank top disappear in his bag, just as planned)

loves the kids and spending time with them during their break, playing skipping rope or ping-pong with them and battling them at the cafeteria over the last strawberry pastry until Rayleigh shoots him a glance

will twirl his hair at Rayleigh asking if he’s getting anyone chocolate for Valentine’s Day and won’t sleep at night when Rayleigh confirms that he will give some chocolate out, yes

big men, big feelings

Roger plans to confess during The Field Trip Camping Arc™ but always gets interrupted for some silly reason (the soda vending machine is broken, one student forgot to pack socks, the class troublemaker gotten lost in the woods during a rainstorm)

the fanfiction writers for both are going feral

they kiss in the bonus panels of the very last volume <3

#eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #silvers rayleigh #gol d. roger #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #one piece scenario #one piece x reader #one piece x you #eustass kid x you #eustass x reader #silvers rayleigh x reader #roger x reader #killer x reader #kid x killer #roger x rayleigh #i think it's valid to tag both ships lmao

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cursedfortune · 22 days

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"Relax. This is a matter of inconvenient timing, that's all."

I don't remember what this one is from. :') @fallesto

Inconvenient timing was an understatement.

Rather than the survivors doing something with their spared lives, they rallied and were storming the palace the two of them had seized. A beautiful victory, and even more beautiful wedding. His face was so bright, his eyes aglow. She loved hearing his laugh, seeing the overwhelming amount of joy.

In all the planning before this day she had been with him - getting measurements, making preparations for their day. Yet when she appeared when the time had come it wasn't in the dress he had expected - it wasn't like the others for their smaller weddings they had for fun. This was the wedding he wanted for them. Conquering their main enemy, flaunting their love and power over those who were now their subjects. Witnesses to a beautiful event before they would inevitably be slain as well. It was white, like the one he had put her in when they first met. Surprise. White was such a special and specific color when it came to her people and she had found reason with him to wear it. Intricate golden and peals were stitched into it subtly, for the only color she really wanted to pop (aside from her hair) was the earring.

Their vows were the sweetest they had ever been. Their dancing was flawless, in sync with their hearts - eyes only for one another. She chuckled beside him at the table, feeding him pieces of the cake he had been so excited for. It was the first event where he didn't care about how everyone else felt - didn't pay attention if they were smiling or laughing. It was just them and that's all that mattered.

Delighted voices and laughter carries down the corridors of the empty palace they had decided to walk, touring it as one would a new home. Though this place would never be like the manor, it was a position of power they had to keep all the same. Escaping the festivities for a time to be just them, to wander and bask in the glory of their day having finally come to pass. Such overwhelming began as holding hands, partially dancing down the halls with little twirls and laughter. Mocking artwork of a society they didn't belong to, making suggestions of what would be changed. A hand squeeze here, a tug closer there. Words of affirmation as the two spiraled closer and closer until hands were tangled within hair or fingers were curling into precious fabrics.

The corridor fell quiet until only soft murmurings and heated breaths could be heard. Their earrings swayed when she pursued him; the only one capable and allowed to pin back his hands to the wall, to be granted control in the only manner he allowed himself to be vulnerable. In love, in his willingness to be accept her affections. Who else could say they were permitted to leave little marks upon his skin? Both their lips were decorated with her lipstick, much like parts of his neck were.

Newlyweds taking their first kiss further in privacy.

He was the only soul she'd accept defiance from - especially when it came so wonderfully in him pushing her back and spinning her around, as if their affections were just another dance. The only soul she'd yield to in return, to allow her wrists to press back upon the wall before their fingers untangled. Eager hands pulled one another closer; her dress ascending higher as her leg was hiked up around his waist, his strength once more coming to light. She drew him closer by the back of his neck, fingers in his thick pale hair as she tasted cake on his tongue. Her heart sung of how perfect he was in every way. They fit together, in body and in soul.

It was so easy to get lost in basking in their oncoming wedding night as the sun was setting... until an explosion rocked the palace.

His groan was echoed in her sigh as the back of her head tilted to rest against the wall behind her. She sought to catch her breath, shifting her grip on him to instead drape her arms over his shoulders. The two close, pressed against one another as they sensed for the disturbance that dared to interrupt them.

If there was one thing she hated most it was when their intimacy was interrupted, but his words on this inconvenience relaxed her a little. They'd simply deal with it - smite down their annoyances and return to basking in their victory.

"I suppose it wouldn't be very us if there wasn't bloodshed, hm?" Mortem mused, not really finding it that necessary to rush. Her leg slipped from his grasp, their fingers tidied up the smeared lipstick on both their faces. It was always important to look presentable when delivering judgment upon those that had the audacity to interfere with them.

As he righted her dress, she smoothed the lapels of his suit jacket and collar - tidied up his hair until they were both satisfied. "Mm... handsome as always." Though she looked forward to seeing him in a messy state again later. Killing their enemies was always a good adrenaline rush, wasn't it? She couldn't even be that mad about this interruption, not when their day had been so lovely.

The wedding they had been talking about had come to pass, she had been enjoying the sweetness of his kisses and neediness of his touch just moments prior. They had danced so much, all after claiming this capital within the same twenty-four hours. It was such a lovely day. Slaying more of their foes only would enhance that.

The witch laced her fingers with his, drawing him towards the small enemy force of those that wished to resist their new rule. Even as they walked there was a glow to them. Powerful, unstoppable and in love. A truly terrifying sight to behold when they emerged, eyes only on one another as they carelessly wiped out the force before it could even make it all the way up the stairs.

Behold the glory of their union.

#fallesto #asks #mort is like: smh smh smh begone anti thots

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luverofralts · 1 year

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Arkhelios University

Elaine nervously surveyed the ballroom, looking for danger. To her surprise, she couldn’t find even the slightest hint of something wrong. Roman and Abe were still clothed, Theo wasn’t starting fires and Nathan wasn’t ranting and raving bigoted remarks in front of the sovereign of all demons. It was all too good to be true.

Roman’s three children while not causing trouble, were wandering aimlessly down the halls looking for something to do. Their father was busy shaking hands and thanking guests, so Elaine decided to intervene before they got into any trouble.

“Theo! You two! Go dance near your godmother or you’ll be sitting next to me and Grandpa Launce while we discuss our financial planning for the month.”

Theo didn’t understand what those words meant, but he knew from experience how tedious it was to have to listen to his grandmother ramble on about good universities he should be working towards applying to one day or how to network with the other kindergartners. He loved dancing and would gladly dance with his sisters if it meant escaping his grandmother.

Elaine watched her grandchildren scamper off to become Ulyssa’s problem. Another scan of the room revealed Nathan to be happily spinning his ex-girlfriend around, looking almost happy for once in his life. Both of them were smiling and well behaved, something Elaine didn’t believe her son was capable of anymore. Cindra was a nice girl, and very close with her father, so Elaine didn’t want to push Nathan towards her, even if he seemed to be happy with her. Launce would murder Nathan if he hurt his daughter, and Elaine didn’t want their family dynamic to be ruined whenever Nathan decided to be horrible again. It was a situation she would be keeping an eye one either way. Her sons had unfortunately inherited the worst traits of their father and needed a stern hand to guide them at times.

“Enjoy this professionally thrown together mess of a cake,” Roman said, nearly stabbing his husband with a fork when trying to feed him cake. “I could have easily made something much better, but we can’t offend the castle staff.” “Yours are professional level too,” Abe replied, wiping his face. “Easily better than this, no contest. After the baby comes and we get settled, everyone will be fighting to employ you or visit your own store.”

“Right.”

Roman smiled sadly, fighting down his frustration on what was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. None of the food was what he wanted and the decorations had all been selected by some royal committee. He had been hoping to do some of the baking himself and impress his aristocratic guests so that he could network like Elaine always urged him to. The cake at least was allowed to be white, which was one small win.

“I’ve had worse cake,” Abe stated, poking at the slice he’d picked up. “The music is nice too. Very formal.”

“Nothing like we wanted though. This isn’t a celebration of our love; it’s an obligation Maura’s using for PR. Our names aren’t even on the wedding menu, it’s just “Her Majesty’s Guests”. I wanted to have something special with you after everything we’ve been through.”

“And you will.”

Roman’s blood froze in his veins upon recognizing the voice that called to him. He thought Lucy had said something about the sovereign being on the grounds, but she’d been in such a rush to disappear down the hall with a pretty woman that she didn’t take the time to explain.

“Your Majesty,” Roman greeted, bowing formally and nudging Abe to do the same.

“Your demon ceremony will be very personal,” the head of all demons declared. “Blood magic is the most personal magic there is. We celebrate your ancestry and join you and your partner into one bloodline, indivisible from then on. I trust that Lucy has passed on my decree about your ceremony?”

Roman nodded quickly and the woman produced two champagne glasses. She gave one to Roman and kept the other for herself, giving Abe an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry that your condition limits your ability to join our toast,” she said quickly. “You should save a bottle to enjoy when the child has come. The palace has outdone themselves for this silly little event.”

Abe tried not to look terrified at the thought of this woman knowing about his pregnancy and calling attention to it. Considering how interested she was in the son they already had, Abe had a sinking feeling that she might be just as interested in this new child.

“To your future,” she said, raising her glass.

Roman raised his in response and tried to smile.

“To the future.”

Elaine had lost track of Lucy, but still had eyes on her sons. If Ulyssa wasn’t missing as well, then Elaine figured that wherever Lucy currently was, she wasn’t causing irreparable damage to their family name and Arkhelios’ standing in the world. Maybe if she found someone at the reception, Lucy would end the travesty of a relationship she was carrying on with her boss. Maybe she would find someone proper to marry and be the brilliant heir Elaine knew she could be.

What her mother didn’t know was that her newest fling was the married crown princess of Strangetown, but what her mother didn’t know surely wouldn’t hurt her.

Elaine’s eyes locked on Roman, the adopted into the family son she not so secretly preferred to her own children. He was locked in a deep conversation with the woman that she referred to as the Devil, even though her daughter begged her not to. As much as she trusted Roman’s instincts when it came to parenting and running a household, she knew that the boy was blinded when it came to his family or strange creatures claiming to know his family. A creature like that couldn’t be trusted. Elaine just knew that there was more to this little conversation she was observing, but how much more? Surely Roman wasn’t interested in making a deal like Oriana had and this horrible creature did help pay for Theo’s tuition. Was she blackmailing them for more money? Elaine vowed to corner her daughter and try to get the truth out of her when they went home. She could always afford to spend more money on her grandson if her favourite child (and Abe) were being blackmailed or financially threatened.

#sims 2 #arkhelios #arkhelios university #Roman Bellamy #Abe chun #elaine helios #nathan chun #Cindra Durant #Theo Bellamy #sim: theo bellamy #sim: anneken toyonaga

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rivassehested93 · 14 days

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How To Plan And Execute The Perfect Wedding

Many couples strive to have a wedding like the ones they see on TV or in bridal magazines. But this is so unrealistic that it actually sets you up for disappointment. It is a wiser approach to plan a wedding that puts the focus on the couple and not on extravagant extras. This article can help yous decide what is important for your wedding. If you are having a destination wedding or a wedding outdoors, take into consideration the role that the wind will play. Make sure that all of your decorations are weighted down so that they do not fall out of place and ruin the arrangement. This will help you maintain aesthetic beauty at your wedding. If you live in a larger city, consider looking into smaller cities for a location to have your wedding. Venues are more expensive in the large cities. If you have a small city close to where you live, check out what it has to offer. You may find a great venue for a reasonable price just by changing your venue city. Before your wedding, one of the things that you will want to make sure to do is book the flight and destination for your honeymoon. cancun wedding photographer will give you something to look forward to if your wedding is stressing you out. Use a good travel agent to reduce the costs and maximize your enjoyment for your honeymoon. Never forget that your wedding is YOUR day, so YOU need to choose the items you want for it. Decorations, cake, food, dress, shoes, it's all up to you. Don't let your friends or family get bossy and try to turn it into their dream wedding or you'll regret that mistake for the rest of your life. Choose whether or not you're going to wear pantyhose with your wedding dress early so you can order a luxurious pair of silk hose in your size. This is your special day, so you deserve to wear the best! Including a pair of stockings which are silky soft and gorgeous will make you feel even more confident in front of the crowd. Make sure that if you are going to be traveling out of the country on your honeymoon, to have all of your documents intact, including your passport. This is a stress that you will not need right after your wedding and could put a damper on your honeymoon if something is lost. To save money when planning for your wedding make a list of the items you will need and their cost. This will help you to save money in advance and avoid forgetting what you need. Remember to mark off each item when it's completed. Which is more important, having a wedding in the small venue you love or having a ton of people in attendance? It can be a hard decision to make, but remember that it is your day and that no one will be so deeply hurt by not being able to come that they would want to ruin it for you. To reduce stress, do not be afraid to delegate responsibilities to those around you. Allowing your bridesmaids, groomsmen, family and friends to handle some of the tasks associated with planning and organizing the big day, can help to reduce stress. This contributes to making the overall process a whole lot more enjoyable for everyone. For a unique spin on the traditional wedding guest book, use clothespins to affix blank heavyweight over-size gift tags to a floral garland, hemp rope, or line of pennants. Mount the line over a table near the entryway and provide a variety of pens and markers in bright colors. Guests can write messages of hope and blessings for the new couple, then pin them back on the rope. When choosing children who will be in your wedding, begin with four and up. Younger children than this may not have the patience, maturity or understanding of their role in your ceremony. Every case is different and you must weigh personality over age, however, age can play an important role in the success of the child in the wedding. As noted above, dream weddings exist only on television and in bridal magazines. Real people have real weddings that are sometimes low key but nevertheless beautiful events. The couple should be the center of the wedding, not the decorations and details. By adopting the wise strategies in this article, you can have a beautiful wedding without an extravagant budget.

#cancun wedding photographer

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yhwrites · 2 years

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RC Car

Sitting alone on the couch, Herb looks around the room. The remnants of the party are still scattered. Banners are hung from the door frames; paper plates with traces of cake and frosting and used forms are stacked on the coffee table. The wrapping paper is crumpled and tossed aside on the floor.

This was Herb’s first birthday party, and he was 32. He sits, contented, with a smile, and wipes his eyes as tears start to flow. He’s happy. He holds the gift his friends brought him; a single, remote-control car. Not one of those ones that are attached to the controller by a wire, that you have to chase after, and if you lift your finger of the forward button, it reverses and spins in circles. It was a big one, with monster tires, and an ariel. The controller had a little steering wheel on it, and a button to make the wheels move to make the car taller to get over rocks.

He saw commercials for cars like this as a kid but knew better than to ask for it for his birthday. Birthdays were for things he needed. Pants, socks, underwear, outside shoes for school. They’d have a homemade cake from a Better Crocker knockoff box, with store brand chocolate frosting and cheap candles. Only his parents and his brothers would be there. Then he’d open his gifts and feign appreciation for the clothes. Looking back, he really did appreciate them, because he understood they must have cost his parents enough to make them worry about the next set of bills. But what he really, always wanted was a remote-control car. Not one of the ones with the wire.

His mom bought him a dinky car once, and his grandmother said he was spoiled. It was the only rude thing he could remember his grandmother ever saying, and he didn’t think about it often, but it had stung at the time. How could wanting a dinky make him spoiled? Was he really that selfish for also wanting an RC car? His best friend had a few RC cars. Surely, he wasn’t as spoiled as that.

He’d made a few good friends in the last few years, and over time had told them more about his life. They decided to throw him a birthday party, because he’d never had one, on his next birthday. And they stuck to that promise. They brought an ice cream cake, and games, and decorations. They’d awkwardly sung Happy Birthday as he fidgeted on the couch, not knowing what to do as they sang, but secretly loving the attention. Then when they’d eaten, they produced the gift.

He couldn’t wait to try it, and his friends insisted they take it outside to try it. He twisted the little steering wheel around as the car zipped over the bumps in the driveway. When it came to an obstacle, Herb pressed the secret button to raise the car on its stilt like axels that allowed it to drive on. Then he’d let his friends all take turns until the batteries died.

They’d all wished him a happy birthday, and said their goodbyes, and he went inside.

He finished wiping his eyes and stood up from the couch. He was going to plug in his new remote-control car to recharge, have another slice of cake, and go back outside.

#writing #fiction #short fiction #story #birthday

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wilhelmsenmcgraw0 · 2 years

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How To Plan And Execute The Perfect Wedding

Many couples strive to have a wedding like the ones they see on TV or in bridal magazines. But this is so unrealistic that it actually sets you up for disappointment. It is a wiser approach to plan a wedding that puts the focus on the couple and not on extravagant extras. christian wedding officiant can help yous decide what is important for your wedding. If you are having a destination wedding or a wedding outdoors, take into consideration the role that the wind will play. Make sure that all of your decorations are weighted down so that they do not fall out of place and ruin the arrangement. This will help you maintain aesthetic beauty at your wedding. If you live in a larger city, consider looking into smaller cities for a location to have your wedding. Venues are more expensive in the large cities. If you have a small city close to where you live, check out what it has to offer. You may find a great venue for a reasonable price just by changing your venue city. Before your wedding, one of the things that you will want to make sure to do is book the flight and destination for your honeymoon. This will give you something to look forward to if your wedding is stressing you out. Use a good travel agent to reduce the costs and maximize your enjoyment for your honeymoon. Never forget that your wedding is YOUR day, so YOU need to choose the items you want for it. Decorations, cake, food, dress, shoes, it's all up to you. Don't let your friends or family get bossy and try to turn it into their dream wedding or you'll regret that mistake for the rest of your life. Choose whether or not you're going to wear pantyhose with your wedding dress early so you can order a luxurious pair of silk hose in your size. This is your special day, so you deserve to wear the best! Including a pair of stockings which are silky soft and gorgeous will make you feel even more confident in front of the crowd. Make sure that if you are going to be traveling out of the country on your honeymoon, to have all of your documents intact, including your passport. This is a stress that you will not need right after your wedding and could put a damper on your honeymoon if something is lost. To save money when planning for your wedding make a list of the items you will need and their cost. This will help you to save money in advance and avoid forgetting what you need. Remember to mark off each item when it's completed. Which is more important, having a wedding in the small venue you love or having a ton of people in attendance? It can be a hard decision to make, but remember that it is your day and that no one will be so deeply hurt by not being able to come that they would want to ruin it for you. To reduce stress, do not be afraid to delegate responsibilities to those around you. Allowing your bridesmaids, groomsmen, family and friends to handle some of the tasks associated with planning and organizing the big day, can help to reduce stress. This contributes to making the overall process a whole lot more enjoyable for everyone. For a unique spin on the traditional wedding guest book, use clothespins to affix blank heavyweight over-size gift tags to a floral garland, hemp rope, or line of pennants. Mount the line over a table near the entryway and provide a variety of pens and markers in bright colors. Guests can write messages of hope and blessings for the new couple, then pin them back on the rope. When choosing children who will be in your wedding, begin with four and up. Younger children than this may not have the patience, maturity or understanding of their role in your ceremony. Every case is different and you must weigh personality over age, however, age can play an important role in the success of the child in the wedding. As noted above, dream weddings exist only on television and in bridal magazines. Real people have real weddings that are sometimes low key but nevertheless beautiful events. The couple should be the center of the wedding, not the decorations and details. By adopting the wise strategies in this article, you can have a beautiful wedding without an extravagant budget.

#wedding officiant greenville

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azsazz · 2 years

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Sweet Like Frosting

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Anonymous Request: i would like to request a one shot of az and reader on her birthday plss

Warnings: Smut!!

Word Count: 2,231

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“Why are you making your own cake on your birthday?” your mate tuts, a frown on his face as he bounds down the stairs and into the kitchen, rubbing his tired eyes. His hair is still ruffled from sleep and his shadows dance around him lazily but he’s at least had the decency to put on underwear, much to your dismay.

You shrug, eyes raking over his chiseled torso, skin looking so soft and warm in the golden sun pouring in through the large windows above the sink. “I couldn’t sleep.”

And that much was true. You supposed it was silly, unable to sleep because you were giddy about your birthday. As a fae your lifespan was nearly eternal, but it is your centennial birthday and you couldn’t help yourself as you thought about it throughout the night: your amazing mate and his family that had so easily welcomed you into their group, what exactly your loving mate would be treating you to today.

So you’d slipped out of bed early this morning, almost crawling right back in when Azriel huffed sadly, reaching for you in his sleep. You decided to treat yourself to a birthday baking session, not only because you were itching for something to do with your hands, but because your mate had a sweet tooth and you could spoil him if you wanted.

Walking around to where you stood he pressed himself right up against you, your backside leaned fully into his front, his gentle hands wrapping around your waist, holding you securely. He pressed a peck into your cheek before settling his chin on your shoulder, watching as you added in the confectioner’s sugar to your icing recipe.

“That’s a shame, because I planned on waking you up with a nice, long present.”

And, well, you might have regretted this at that moment.

You hum, pressing your rear further into his already interested cock, straining against the thin undergarments he wore. You also only had on the bare minimum to still be considered clothing, just in case one of your very sneaky friends decided to drop by early with a surprise.

This was better than any surprise anyway.

“I feel like you would be good with decorating cakes,” you hum as he spins you around and lifts you up onto the counter. You can feel his grin against your neck as he trails kisses up the side, nipping and sucking lightly. You turn your head to give him more room as he works his way across your jaw, sighing, as his hands explore your body, fingers catching on the hem of your shirt as they make their way up. “With those skilled hands and all.”

His pupils are dilated, the hazel of his eyes a mere sliver, filled with lust as he speaks, “Oh, Darling,” he coos, licking his lips and reaching around you for the bowl of frosting, dipping a finger in and scooping some of the creamy substance out. He presses that finger to your lips and your mouth falls open on the silent command. “These fingers are far more skilled at making you come.”

Your cheeks flush at his words and the cheeky wink he sends you. Your legs spread automatically and he steps in closer, dragging you right to the edge of the counter with his other hand, his bulge pressed against the apex of your thighs. You moan, from both the taste and him pressed so deliciously against you.

Your eyes flutter half shut and he watches you intently. It’s utterly lewd, the exaggerated moan you make as you suck the sugary substance from his finger, the pleasured sound reverberating through his bones and traveling straight to his cock. Swirling your tongue around the pad sensually, letting the saliva build in your mouth as he presses firmly under your tongue. It’s like he’s watching his sworn enemy, his eyes glued to yours as you work, each brush against his finger has him imagining you doing the same to his cock and he’s not entirely sure he’s breathing right now.

He can’t take it any longer, the things you’re doing with his hand in your mouth…Gods, if the world was crashing down around you two he didn’t even think he’d be able to stop himself from ravishing you.

“Easy now,” he purrs, sliding his finger out, rubbing it across your lips as he does so, making a mess of your mouth. “It’s your birthday, not mine.”

And those words have your spine straightening, your thighs struggling to clench together as your wetness grows, his own lower half shoved between them, keeping your legs pried open for him.

“What did you get me, Az?” you ask innocently, head cocked to the side slightly and doe-eyed as you drape your arms around his neck, lightly scratching at the splayed wings on his back.

He tries not to shudder with arousal at your movements. His cock is straining so tightly against his undergarments they might burst at the seams. Pressing it against you is doing nothing, he can scent your wetness, feel the hot heat of your pussy through the airy fabric. His dick is throbbing, begging to be buried deep inside of you.

“Before I give you any presents,” he murmurs, and you can see the shadows dancing in his eyes. His fingertips crawl up the front of your shirt, a welcome weight as they curve over your breasts with a gentle yet firm squeeze. You gasp for more but his hands are still moving up, to the collar of your shirt where they pause only for a second before he rips the shirt wide open, putting you on full display for him. “I must eat.”

He haphazardly shoves the utensils on the counter away, a few things clanging to the floor loudly but neither of you notice or care as he presses his lips to yours finally. The kiss is searing as your hands roam each other's bodies wildly, teeth clacking together at the rough passion fuelling your kiss. Azriel jerks your body closer, ass teetering on the edge of the countertop as his hand comes to rest against your chest again, pushing you downwards.

The stone bites at your exposed skin as you lie flat, already arching up for him in response to the teasing licks and eager hands as he works his way down to your own undergarments. Pressing kisses into your hips, his fingers skittering across the waistband of your panties as he settles on his knees before you.

Lifting your head, you meet his beautiful hazel eyes for a second, his smile feline before he nips at the soft skin of the inside of your thigh. His movements are torturously slow as he removes the lace from your body, his hot breath caressing your pussy as soon as it’s exposed.

“You’re perfect.” His compliment is nearly a sigh, an admission of everything he’s ever wanted, everything he’s always been waiting for is you.

And he’ll worship you until the day he dies.

He can’t control himself after that first taste. The tip of his tongue is a whisper against your core, a barely there touch as he savors your slick. He groans, cursing, and like an addict he’s diving in, hands gripping your thighs apart, lapping, sucking, fucking into you with his tongue, just how you like.

He takes extra care of your clit. Practiced strokes flicking at the bud furiously, that familiar heat building in your stomach as you begin to near your orgasm.

You whine helplessly when he pauses, tongue sweeping across the entire length of your pussy before he’s right back at it. Your head is dizzy from his quick movements, hands buried in his dark hair, pressing him that much further into you, a silent plea for release.

You come with a cry of his name on your lips. Azriel devours your orgasm with a satisfied hum. He stands, mouth glistening with your pleasure, eyes cast with a mischievous glint as he caresses your clit, tracing over it before he plunges a long finger inside of you abruptly.

“Give me another one, Love,” he growls, pumping into you with one hand, the other swiping against your sensitive clit, urging another orgasm from you.

You can barely breathe, you feel so good, head pressed harshly into the stone counter beneath you. Your fingers grasp for something, anything, but he’s too far out of reach and you claw at the smooth marble as you come undone for a second time, his skilled hands working you through it quickly, pulling out of you gently as he sucks your orgasm greedily from his fingers.

“Hey,” he commands softly, watching your mouth open in a silent scream, head tilted backwards. You lift up slightly from the counter, pleasure stricken face and eyes half-lidded as you look at Azriel. Too good. He was making you feel too much, everything all at once. “Breathe for me.”

And you suck in a hearty breath at his words, wanting to reach out for your mate but your body is rubber, sated with your two orgasms.

He bends over you, forearms caging you in as he presses the sweetest kisses to your flushed cheeks, complete opposite of how dominating his tongue and hands had been. His hot bulge settles against your soaking cunt and you keen weakly, finding just enough strength to rest your hand on the dip of his back, stroking softly.

“Can I have one more, Love?” he kisses you for a long moment, hand buried into your hair, holding you to him. He’s nearly buzzing, heart racing and intoxicated on your taste.

“Please,” you pant against his lips. You need it just as much as he does, you need to feel him inside of you. “Give it to me, Az.”

You don’t have to say anything else. Your mate steps back, eyes shining and shadows swirling around him excitedly. He waves them away, removing his undergarment in a flash before he’s rubbing back up against you, his silky hot cock stroking against your cunt.

“Yes,” you breathe, choking on your words as he guides the fat head of his dick inside. You revel in the stretch as he does the same at your tightness around him.

It’s almost never ending, his cock pressing into you so slowly, all the way until his hips are pressed flush against yours, eyes locked on one another.

“Fuck, Love, you take me so well.”

He looks ethereal, skin glistening in the morning sun. He is your favorite sight.

You hum, rolling your hips and spurring the shadowsinger into action, hips jerking forward in response to you.

His grip is firm on your hips, bruises forming beneath his fingers as he holds you in place, the counter slippery beneath you. You moan at the thought of being covered in marks by him, love bites and fingertip shaped purple splotches for everyone to see.

His hips piston into you, head thrown back in pleasure. You’re so good for him, your body reacting to him so perfectly, every sound you make is a reward for his work as he pushes in, out, and presses in again. He clutches you tighter and you him, each other’s lifeline.

He bends down, capturing your hard nipple in his mouth, sucking harshly as his hand moves to your other, massaging it in his large hand. You sigh in ecstasy, clawing down his muscled back, your touch turning into a gentle caress as you meet his sensitive wings.

He can’t help it, a purely instinctual growl that leaves his mouth at your press near the sensitive parts of his wings. He’d been conditioned to never let anyone touch them, for they were more sensitive than any other part of him.

But you’re not scared, if anything, the sound makes you wetter, your mate sounding so guttural at your soft caress. The sound dies into a strangled sound as you skim over that one spot, a tease. He drops his mouth to yours, a silent beg for release.

You give him what he wants, only because he’s given you two orgasms already, kneading into that very spot. Azriel comes, jackknifing into you fiercely, sloppily, arms shaking and breathing hot against your neck, forehead pressed tightly to your temple as you clench around him, a shout of your own pleasure racking through your body pressed tightly against his.

You card your fingers through his damp hair as the both of you come down from your high, your mate slipping from you easily, his hot seed slowly seeping out of you. He watches, mesmerized, already ready to go for another round at the sight of him leaking out of you. He wants to stuff it back in, his come and his cock, filling you like he needs.

Instead, he pulls the bowl of frosting closer, pleasantly surprised it hasn’t fallen off of the counter completely. He swipes up a finger full, ignoring the face you make now that your mate has made sure that no one else will be tasting it, sucking it into his mouth and humming at the flavor.

“We’re definitely going to be using this later,” he comments, swiping at the corner of his mouth with his tongue. His grin is as wicked as the thoughts swimming through his head. “Happy birthday, (Y/N).”

#azriel #azrielxreader #azriel/reader #azriel x reader #azriel x you #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acomar #shadowsinger #spymaster #mate #azs_azz

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lovetorn · 3 years

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dream’s birthday bash [roommate!dream au]

Roommate!Dream x Reader

summary: it’s dream’s birthdayyyy!!!

warnings: alcohol, swearing

w/c: 2.9k+

a/n: happy birthday dream!! i’m in love w this. i hope u are too. also, there is a few references to past roommate!dream blurbs & one-shots, so i recommend reading those before you start this one or you may be a little confused at some things the characters say. thanks!! <3

roommate!dream masterlist

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Dream’s birthday is something you haven't experienced yet since you moved in together in September last year.

Dream had promised the football team that his birthday party was going to be the biggest of the year, so you, being the party planner, had vowed to make it the best because Dream can’t organise—he disagreed and said that he only made you the party planner because he knows you’re good at it?? You gave him a confused look; you’ve never planned a party before.

Anyway, the 12th was approaching quicker than you anticipated and the only things you’d organised so far is the alcohol (thanks to George) and decorations. You had little notes on your phone with multiple checklists and you had yet to tick every last box off.

Organising food was probably the hardest thing. You knew that there were going to be around 100+ people squeezing into your apartment, drinking, so food is essential. You asked Dream what types of food he wanted, his reply?

“Chicken wings, not spicy.”

You rolled your lips between your teeth and nodded. Great. “Anything else? There’s gonna be a lot of people, Dream.”

He brought his fingers to rest on his lips as he thought about it. You knew when he got an idea because then he clicked his fingers and pointed at you. “Sandwiches. You know, like the little ones?”

Squinting at him, you sighed. “You think that’s going to be enough for more than 100 people?”

Dream nods. “Easy.”

You shake your head in disbelief and add sandwiches, along with other finger foods, to the list. “Thanks.”

Next to organise was Dream’s present. You spent days racking your brain, trying to figure out what he would want, eventually coming up with nothing.

So, you asked Sapnap, who was no help. “Fuck if I know, the man buys anything he wants himself these days.”

You rolled your eyes and took a trip to Target. Whilst there, you decided on an excess of small gag gifts: a Ron Swanson dishwasher magnet (so you and Dream can stop arguing over who put dirty dishes in with the clean ones), an engraved bottle opener, a ‘do not disturb sign for his bedroom door (chosen based on one too many run-ins), a Minecraft ice cube tray, a toothbrush holder (so both of your toothbrushes stop touching in the cup), and a pack of Minecraft socks.

You put the small presents into a gift bag, covering them with tissue paper, and then put in the final piece that wasn’t a joke gift—a mixtape of your and Dream’s favourite songs for his car. You brushed your thumb over the plastic case and let out a breathy laugh at the photo on the front—a selfie of the two of you in Dream's car, energy drinks in your hands and toothy grins with the text, ‘Dream & Y/n’s Gr8est Hits’ written in bright pink marker. You're excited to give it to him, but you're nervous and embarrassed, too—is it lame?

You shook your head and placed the bag in your closet.

George delivered the alcohol earlier in the day: 18 cases of beer and the same in White Claw, and a few bottles of vodka and rum for the close friends. You couldn't thank him enough for helping you, even more so after he helped put the covered trays of food in the refrigerator from the delivery truck downstairs.

You had (reluctantly) asked Sapnap to organise music because you had no time in between making sure the food order was correct and getting yourself ready. He agreed immediately and waved off your hesitance and told you he'd make the best playlist to ever exist—you put too much trust in him.

Before the party, you and Dream had taken a few shots together, just to get you to stop stressing over the planning of the party and Dream to stop worrying for you.

"Ready?" Dream smirked, his shot glass hanging loosely from his fingers. You nodded and then, at the same time, tapped the glass on the counter before you threw the shot back. The acetone taste of the vodka slid down your throats and you made disgusted faces at each other before a knock at the door indicated that your first guests were here.

Now, the party is in full swing and it's safe to say, there is definitely enough food.

When you see Sapnap at the food table, aka the kitchen counter, he thanks you for ordering non-spicy wings. You shake your head, laugh, and hug him tightly. "I'm serious," He mumbles with chicken in his mouth. "These are so~ good!"

The living room is cramped, but nobody seems to be complaining. Almost everyone from the apartment block is in your flat right now, with a few from other complexes. You lost sight of Dream a few hours ago, choosing to stay with your own friends while he hangs with his as the two groups don't usually mingle together.

“Niki!” You laugh whilst the girl finishes her second shot and passes the bottle of rum back to you. Shaking your head, you bring the large bottle to your lips, already regretting mixing different alcohols. You’d already had a few White Claws, thanks to Sapnap who kept challenging you to shotguns at the start.

Karl comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist before he snatches the bottle out of your hand and takes a swig.

“Karl!” Now, all three of you are laughing together. He slides his hand off of your stomach and stands to his full height, putting his lips to the White Claw can he holds in his other hand. You warn him about mixing alcohol, but he waves you off and assures you that he's fine.

The three of you stand on the dance floor, grooving to the beat of 'Super Freak' by Rick James. You grab Karl's hand to spin him around and then do the same to Niki, laughter filling the small space you have created in the middle of the crowd. You wouldn't admit it to Sapnap, but his playlist is actually good.

"Mi Amor!" The sound of Quackity's voice pulls you from your little group with Niki and Karl and you smile when you see his wide grin as he pushes past a few football players.

"Q! When did you get here? I didn't see you come in," You engulf him in a hug and giggle when he laughs loudly.

"I came in through the window," You pull back slightly to give him an incredulous look and shake your head. God, you are tipsy. "Nahhh, I had an exam, so I just got here."

You nod and feel the rum going straight to your head. Quackity then notices Karl and Niki behind you and gives them hugs too. You watch as your friends greet each other and turn to look at the clock on the wall in the kitchen. 10:33 pm.

“Guys, it's time for cake!” You shout over the music to Niki, Quackity and Karl and they smile and nod, all three of you migrating to the fridge to collect Dream’s cake and get it ready.

You pull a 3 layered vanilla cake out of the refrigerator. It is slathered in white icing and has rainbow sprinkles on the top with the words, ‘happy birthday dream’, in piped icing. Karl's mouth waters at the sight of the dessert and when he goes to get a dollop of icing from the side, you don’t smack his hand away—you have a plan.

Other guests see you preparing the candles and lighting them and turn off the lights for you. You smile at the 21 lit candles and pick up the cake, being careful not to trip on anything.

The entire room starts singing the ‘Happy Birthday’ anthem, their phones out to film as you spot Dream’s messy blonde hair over the crowd. He scrunches his face up in embarrassment and switches his beer from his right hand to his left to give you a side hug and a peck on the cheek when you approach him. The room sings and all attention is on him, but Dream only has eyes for you as you inch the cake closer so he can blow out his candles.

After he does so, the room erupts into cheers and then you give Dream a mischievous grin. There’s a little fear in his eyes and you launch the cake towards his face. Everybody laughs and hollers when you pull the cake stand away from him to see his face covered in white icing and rainbow sprinkles. Dream stands frozen for a moment, wiping his eyes with his free hand, before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close to him, rubbing the icing in your hair and on your cheek.

“Dream!” You cackle, trying to push him off, but failing and eventually succumbing to his hold. The phone torches shine brightly at the two of you as people continue filming. His laughter is music to your ears.

Dream smiles down at you, eyes lazy and cheeks flushed. “Thank you,” He whispers. Your heart flutters in your chest and butterflies swarm your stomach as you nod. Everybody disperses and carries on with their previous antics, leaving you and Dream together.

“I got you a present, I’ll give it to you when everybody’s gone.”

The sentence makes the present seem more sensual than it actually is, and it makes Dream’s heart skip a beat—but he knows it’s not what he’s thinking. You pull away from Dream and wave back at him, knocking into a few people which elicits a laugh from him as he watches.

“Dude, you’re so fucked,” George says, smirking as he follows Dream’s gaze on you. Dream elbows George in the bicep.

“Fuck off.”

“Yeah bro, if you don’t make a move soon, someone else will,” Sapnap comments, coming up to stand on Dream’s other side. The urge to punch the both of them is strong, but instead, the blonde groans and skulls the rest of his beer as he loses sight of you in the crowd.

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“Bye, guys! Thanks for coming!” Dream tries his best to look composed, but he’s so drunk. As soon as the door closes, he locks it and lets out a huge sigh. You come out of your room with the gift bag in your hands. Dream raises his eyebrows and attempts to give you a surprised look. “Wow, a present?”

You giggle and lead him to the couch. He flops down, throws his feet up and puts his hands behind his head. You sit next to him and shove the bag into his hands. “It’s not much, but you literally have everything already, so this is what I came up with.”

You hold your breath and you watch him pick through the bag. A smile breaks out on his face when he sees the CD. He flips it around to show you as if you haven’t seen it before and opens the case. “A mixtape? How romantic.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is scolding and you stop yourself from choking. Dream, however, doesn’t look at you as he digs through and comments on every item. When he’s gone through every gift, he picks up the mixtape again and looks you dead in the eyes.

“This is the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever gotten for my birthday. Thank you, Y/n.”

You’re surprised. “The most thoughtful? It’s only a CD.”

Dream’s face contorts into one of confusion. “Only a CD? You made this for me with your own blood, sweat and tears.” You wouldn’t go that far.

“Oh, well, you’re welcome, I guess,” You laugh, reaching down to grasp his large hand. The action causes Dream to tilt his head and shift closer to you.

“Seriously, thank you. You mean so much to me,” He confesses, although you can barely hear it. You feel tears pricking your eyes as you watch him wipe his own. “Fuck, why am I getting emotional? It’s that fucking vodka, that’s why.”

“Don’t make up excuses, D,” You tease, squeezing his hand a few times. He wheezes lightly then sighs. His green eyes are so bright and there’s still a little smudge of icing on the side of his nose from the cake. You reach up and wipe it away, licking your thumb beforehand. Dream closes his eyes as you do so, biting his lip as you pull your hand away. 2:29 am.

“Okay, I think it’s time to get you to bed,” You mumble as you stand up, the moment broken. Dream nods, collecting his presents and chucking them all in the gift bag before he follows you to his room, a little disappointed.

Dream stands in the doorway and watches as you pull back his bed covers and turn on the lamp on his nightstand. “Okay, I’ll leave you to it. Goodnight,” You push past him before you turn. “I’ll have Gatorade and Advil ready for you in the morning, okay?”

Dream gives you a loving smile and nods, still holding the bag in front of him as he stands in the middle of his room. “Goodnight, Y/n, thanks for everything.”

You close the door behind you and when you get back to your room, you kick yourself for not making a move. You peel your clothes off of your body and throw them in the corner of the room, the space becoming too hot for your liking—maybe it's the alcohol, maybe it's the fact that it's summer, or maybe it's your utter embarrassment and regret; you don't bother to choose which one.

You flop down on your bed, half-naked, and stare at the ceiling. Why didn't you make a move? It was the perfect opportunity—

Your thoughts are forgotten when there's a soft knock on your bedroom door. You scramble to put some pyjamas on as you call, 'just a second!', and then you're swinging your door open.

Dream stands there in his sweatpants only. You resist the urge to rake your eyes down his torso.

"Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" The question surprises you—of fucking course it surprises you! The only reason he comes to your room at night is to vent; not like this.

"Uh, yeah," You reply, cracking the door open just a tad wider so he can slip through. Once he's inside, you sigh in confusion and close your door quietly. Dream is already sorting out the bed situation behind you, throwing your hundreds of throw pillows onto the floor and lifting up your duvet so he can slip under.

You tilt your head at him when he looks at you expectantly—you assume he's waiting for you to get in bed, which you do.

You rest your head on your pillow and turn your head to look at Dream, who is already staring at you. Your skin is hot and your heart is in your throat when you see how green his eyes are in the warm glow of your lamp.

"What's up?" You whisper although you didn't mean for it to come out so low. Dream's eyes trace your face; your eyes, eyebrows, nose, freckles, lips. "Dream?"

He's silent for a while and you guess it's because he's trying to figure out his drunken thoughts. "I just wanted to be with you, you know," He says, his voice breaking slightly. You suck in a breath, turning onto your side so you face him. "You planned my party all by yourself and I'm so happy you did."

You don't have the heart to tell him that George and Sapnap helped you, he looks so content. "I'm so glad, Dreamy," Your voice is velvety, and you can't help the warm feeling blooming in your chest. Dream's eyes travel from your own to your lips and stay there.

“C’mere," Dream mumbles. You barely nod before you lean closer to him.

You can tell Dream is figuring out what to do by the way his lips part and then close suddenly a few times, so, for the second time this week, you take things into your own hands.

You scoot closer to him, your breaths mixing in the small space between your lips and his nose bumping yours. You were so close. But not close enough.

"Dream, I'm gonna do something crazy, okay? Don't hate me," Here goes nothing.

"I could never hate you, baby," Dream murmurs, adjusting his head on his pillow. The pet name goes straight to your head and throwing out any and all rational thoughts, you lean in and place your lips softly on his.

It takes him a few seconds to react and in those moments, you fear you've made a huge mistake, but when his hands find your hips and pull you impossibly closer, you're glad you kissed him—are kissing him.

This is nothing like wine night a few weeks ago.

Your hands find the back of his head and tug on his hair lightly, earning a throaty groan. The sound makes you clench your fists and pull a little harder. You move your lips across his jaw and towards his ear. "Happy Birthday, birthday boy," You whisper.

Dream lets out a breathy laugh and hugs you closer. His face presses into your neck and you feel him leaving feather-light kisses on your skin. The feeling makes you giddy.

"I'm one lucky birthday boy, aren't I?" He mutters, pecking your neck firmer now. You giggle softly, running your fingers through the hair at the back of his neck.

"You bet your ass you are."

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avenging-fandoms · 3 years

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soft hours: making a scrapbook of personal stuff like cute photos and plane tickets and pressed flowers and fortune cookie tickets for Florence for your 1 year anniversary

it was a quiet morning when your eyes slowly opened, but you smiled to yourself as you remembered florence was coming home from shooting today for a couple weeks. you sat up and leaned back against the headboard, taking your phone off the charger and seeing a text from florence already.

flo: Happy one year babe. I can't wait to see you this afternoon. I love you💐❤️

you grin ear to ear, writing back a little paragraph but deleting it as you wanted to say some of those things when you picked her up from the airport.

you checked your social medias, answering some texts and emails before getting out of bed with a content sigh. your outfit laid out on the desk chair, and your stomach swarmed as you saw florence's present next to your outfit.

almost 2 hours had past and florence texted you she was on her layover plane, which meant you have an hour to kill. you baked a cake and decorated it in blue frosting with 'happy anniversary' on top. you checked your phone and florence would be landing in 40 minutes. you covered the cake and checked yourself in the mirror one last time before heading to your car.

you waited nervously in the parking lot for florence to walk to you. your hand rested on your stomach as you watched the door, and you inhaled sharply and smiled as she walked out of the door.

you shot your arm up and waved, florence spotting you and giving you a wide smile and running towards you. she dropped her bag next to your car and dropped her bags, holding your face and kissing you slowly over and over.

"oh god i missed you so much" she mumbled as her fingers held your hair, and you smiled against her mouth. "happy anniversary, baby"

"happy anniversary, flo. i've missed you more than i can tell you. 2 months sleeping alone, i was in agony" you explain and she smiles, rubbing her nose along the bridge of yours. "now get your cute ass in my car, i have some things planned for today" you wink and kiss her again, florence pulling you back into her and holding you tight against her as she kissed you once more before putting her luggage in the back of your car.

your hand never left hers as you drove home, listening to her telling you about shooting. "did you tell david i loved him as jim? babe! i was literally obsessed with hopper! i wanted him to be my dad!" you exclaim and she laughs, kissing your knuckle.

"we can facetime him later and you can tell him yourself" you chuckle and pull into the driveway, kissing florence again before you both got out of the car. you helped take her luggage into the house and she sighed and dropped her shoulders. "it feels so nice to be home"

with her nose poked in the air sniffling a bit, you smiled and rolled your lips in between your teeth, heading towards the kitchen. florence followed and wrapped her arms around your waist with her chin your shoulder, gasping when you uncover the cake.

"you baaaked" florence cooed and you chuckle, placing your hands on hers as you leaned back against her. "i can't believe we've been together for only a year. it feels like we've been together for years" you spin in her arms and drape your arms over her shoulders.

"i have a present for you" you whisper and scrunch your nose, kissing the tip of hers, breaking from her hands before heading up the stairs. you grabbed the bag and headed down to the living room, where florence was pouring two glasses of wine.

"oh boy is it a new cat?" florence gushed and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head and sitting next to her. you grabbed a glass and clinked with her, kissing her before taking a sip of the wine.

"okay, open your present" you beamed and crossed your ankles. florence put her glass on the table and balled up the tissue paper, putting out the book with a picture of you and her on the front with the words, 'first year' on it.

"yn.." she pouts and you smile, nodding towards her. she looks down at it and opens the cover, running her fingers over the ticket stub. "when i first came to visit you, and when you first visited me" in the corners were pictures in oxford and pictures in california.

florence turned the page to see pictures of your first date, and flowers from the park you had a picnic in and fortunes from the cookies you ate. "'you will stumble into the happiness of your life'" florence read out loud and looked at you. "and that i did"

florence finished the book, and she was in tears. "aw, flo, don't cry!" you sit on your knees and wipe her tears. "this year has been absolutely perfect with you, florence. and i can't wait to see the rest of our years together"

florence leaned forward and kissed you slowly, and your feet slid out from under you as you moved closer to her. "that was the most beautiful, most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me, yn. and i'm so lucky to be able to call you mine. i love you"

"i love you more, flo. happy one year" you kiss her again, the both of you getting lost into the kiss as you fell back against the couch, giggling into each other's mouths.

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh imagine #florence pugh imagines #florence pugh blurb #florence pugh blurbs #florence pugh fic #florence pugh fanfiction #florence pugh drabble #yelena belova #amy march #little women

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binniesthighs · 3 years

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cherry knot | reader x ryujin

a/n: you may be thinking to yourself, ro! a gg fic?? how unlike you!! well, boy do i have news for you 😂 truthfully, i’ve always been toying with the idea of writing a lil somethin’ (esp for ryujin god i love her) so i thought why not! if this isn’t your cup of tea, that’s totally okay <3 those who do read, thank you so much for reading and i hope that ya like it hehe and let me know what you think of it! :D (thank you @dom--minnie for enabling me too ;)

cherry knot | reader x ryujin

🍒 Pairing: self insert, female reader x shin ryujin

🍒 Genre: fluff n’ a lil bit suggestive

🍒 Tags: friends to lovers, high school au (everyone depicted is 18+), all girls school au, high school crush!ryujin, shy!reader, confession of feelings, that good, good makin’ out, ryujin being flirty and smug as hell bc i love her, yeah this is just me gushing about shin ryujin, ro trying new things on the blog :)

🍒 Word count: 2.9k

🍒 CWs: mentions of food and eating reader included

The grass felt sticky and uncomfortable under your crossed legs, and when you swiped your hand against the skin, you could feel the indentation from the blades. Your knee-high socks felt itchy too; everything felt itchy. Even the cotton of your shirt felt like it was suffocating, and the bow tied around your neck which hung loosely should have hung even looser.

To distract yourself, you plucked up the blades of green and tied them into knots absentmindedly. It was easier to pay attention to your idle hands compared to paying attention to her.

Could she even tell that you were looking? Could she see out of the corner of her eye when she threw her cotton-candy pink hair behind her ear? Could she tell that you watched as she gulped down the lemonade and caught a glance at the peachy fuzz of her neck exposed by her collar?

Stop looking. Stop looking.

Your other friends tied up their hair in clips and with lazy hair ties to free their sweating necks from the sun. No matter the sweltering heat, it was always tradition for your picnic just before the summer vacation. One of them had brought a cake and each of the girls attacked it viciously with small forks and smeared bits of frosting on each other’s noses.

“Come here!! You’re next!!” They beamed while launching themselves in your direction to dot your nose with the white cream.

A flurry of high pitched giggles peeled out from each of you once another frosting victim had been dubbed. Your cheeks felt furiously hot knowing that she was looking; and that she was laughing along with the rest of them.

“Awwww cute.” She adored with a smile that turned her dimples into whiskers on her cheeks.

You quickly wiped it off with a handkerchief that settled into your damp hand.

She’s looking, she’s looking…

The other girls pranced around the checkered picnic blanket in their white socks--undoubtedly painting them with green that their mothers would scold them for later. Their careless steps made a mess of the food wrappers and canvas backpacks that held down the corners of the thin fabric. The joyous cheers of the girls seemed to harmonize with the song of the cicadas in the trees; both sounds reminded you of the coming of the summer and the humid weather that makes the air dense.

One of the girls brought out her phone and played loudly from it one of her favorite songs which she knew every word too, regardless of the fact that her tone was far from the singer’s.

You and your friends never cared much for how others would view you. Even at school when you would march through the hallways arm-and-arm, others would stare at the way that none of you batted an eye at those who would glare.

They were just jealous was all.

“Be careful!!” You found yourself scolding, “What if you fall running around like that?”

In response, your friends promptly stuck out their tongues in your general direction.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ryujin coolly popped another cherry into her mouth from the bowl by her crossed legs. “If they fall, let them! It's funnier that way.”

She threw a wink right at you, which you almost didn’t catch because you had quickly averted your eyes to become much more interested in the tiny tea-cakes.

“You’re always worrying Y/n! Its summer!”

“I-I do not.”

Ryujin chuckled in that way that always made you feel like your heart was just about ready to leap out of your chest.

“Lighten up! Come on!”

Before you could process it all, your friend patted down the wrinkles in her skirt and threw off her shoes. She rose, and neared your corner of the blanket with hands outstretched.

“Stop worrying about things or if people are watching!” She scolded you with a cute and tiny pout, “Get up!” Ryujin wriggled her hands with emphasis to show you that you could take hold of them.

“W-what…?”

The other girls giggled on, hardly even noticing the two of you over their singing.

You grabbed onto her hands, already loathing how damp your own felt against hers out of your own nervousness. She still held onto you tightly, saying nothing of them and helped you to your feet. Immediately she brightened once you played along and started to swing your arms in tune with the song. Your friend lip synced to the rap part and you felt just about ready to swoon from how cool she looked saying the words with ease.

“Dance with me!! Don’t pay attention to people walking by or anything like that!”

Ryunjin led you by the hand to the patch of grass with little white and pink flowers laced into it. You really did try to pay attention to dancing, but everything else seemed to be distracting even when you tried hard enough. She brought your hand up higher to spin her, and when she twisted, everything seemed to happen in slow motion: the billow of her plaid shirt, her rosy-pink hair which swiped just at her shoulders, even the way that the sunset melted behind her into swirls of sunburst yellow and vibrant orange. It was like she was all a part of it.

“Your turn!” She said, twisting you too.

You didn’t realize that you would have been as dizzied by it as you were, but when you lost your footing, she was just as quick to help you with her hands carefully grasped onto your shoulders.

“You okay?” Ryujin asked, out of breath, but still genuine.

“I’m fine!”

Your knees wobbled with barely any strength to them, but you mustered every bit of confidence that you had to keep being this close to her. You surprised yourself when you reached back for her hands to continue swinging them between you.

The other girls collapsed back onto the blanket in a pile of shallow exhales and airy laughs that they exchanged between them.

“No more dancing, I-I can’t do any more…” One of them announced while leaning against the shoulder of another one of your friends.

“I forgot! I brought this!!” One of your friends with pigtail braids dove deeply into her backpack and pulled out nearly all of the contents before finding the small cube-case which was decorated with an obscene amount of keychains. “My camera! We have to take some pictures so that we can remember this!”

The other girls squealed in agreement and ganged up on her to fit into the frame of the white Polaroid camera that she had also splattered with stickers.

“Here, I wanna show you something.” Ryujin drew your attention back to the blanket where she settled back down with her own bag draped over her legs.

“What is it?”

“Ryujinnie! I wanna take your picture too! Your pink hair is so pretty…” One of your friends cooed with a sad downturn to her lips, “I hope that you never change it.”

“Hmm, I don’t know. We’ll see. My cousin has been saying that she wants to see what I would look like blonde these days.”

The small talk didn’t concern you too much, you were more concerned with what it was that your friend had to show you.

“I’m going on a trip with my cousins soon so we’ll see what happens.”

Your friend sighed, and skipped over the mess of the blanket to pull Ryujin by the wrist to the walkway a little farther off. “You’d look so cute over here!”

She pardoned her, and stumbled after the eager girl to let her take a Polaroid of her. Even from far away, you could still hear the two of them admire the picture with happy little expressions of “ah! I told you that it would look good!”

The two girls returned, and you began to worry if your friend even remembered what she had said in the first place.

What is it? What does she want to show me?

“Shoot!!” Another one of your friends huffed out while looking at her phone, “I forgot that I have to tutor the middle schoolers today!! I’m late!!”

The girls went to action in a mere matter of seconds sweeping up the picnic assortment and shoving the leftovers into their backpacks.

You helped them and tried to look over to your other friend who didn’t return your glances. Perhaps she really had forgotten.

You let your imagination run wild for just a few moments, although the more that you did, the more it all just seemed preposterous. Maybe it was a confession letter, maybe she had written for you one of those poems like she had liked to do, maybe she had rather wanted to talk to you about something...say something that you wanted to say back…

“I’m going to stick around.” Ryunjin said suddenly with her hands on her hips. “Y/n, you’re welcome to stay too if you want. We don’t exactly have to go home yet since the sun’s still up.”

Your friends looked to you for your answer, to which you stammered out an, “O-okay…” The best that you could.

“See you later!!” They called after with their shoes only half-slid onto their feet.

You waved them off, but the farther that they walked away, the more the realization started to hit you that you were alone with her. The sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and you calmed it trying to think about anything else but the fact that now her attention was truly undivided upon you.

“You said that you wanted to show me something?”

Your friend nodded, and patted the grass beside her for you to join her. She gathered up the small bundle of cherries left behind and positioned them into her lap.

“I learned this trick a little bit ago and I wanted to show you!”

“A trick?”

She nodded, and plucked from one of the crimson berries a stem which she put directly into her mouth.

“What are you doing?!” On the surface, it didn’t seem like the most sanitary thing to do.

Ryunjin stifled a laugh and lightly hit you on the arm to chastise you. “Just wait a minute!”

You watched in your confusion as her face contorted a little, and her eyebrows twisted like she was thinking. Her cheeks puffed a little too, and you could tell that she was doing something with it in her mouth--it was only then when you realized that you had been intensely observing her mouth.

In your embarrassment you threw your eyes in the other direction, but it was no use one you heard her start to giggle at how flustered you had become.

“It’s okay, you’re supposed to look.” She assured you.

“What-what is it?”

“Annnnd done!” Your friend proclaimed proudly and you struggled to meet her again without feeling like your whole face and the tips of your ears were burning up.

Right on the pink of her tongue she had tied the stem into a tiny knot which she displayed proudly.

“You...did that with your tongue?”

“Mm-hm!”

Your hands reduced back to their clammy state, and they found the grass between your own folded legs to find something to do.

“That's...that’s pretty cool…”

“I know right?!”

Back came your friend's little dimples, and this time your chest started to feel like it was swelling with heat.

Stop looking, stop looking…

“I can teach you how to do it some day if you’d like.” Ryujin’s tone dropped lower, and more serious in the way that some had thought to be intimidating. To you, there was nothing more that could make you feel the beat of your own heart more obviously.

“Teach me? How??”

The question felt like a butterfly in your lips, fluttering and ticklish, light and uncertain. You met her eyes the best you could; even though you knew that there was nothing about her that you didn’t already know, or that was threatening.

Your friend tilted her head, inspecting you and the way that you could barely keep your glance away from her lips--stained just a little red from the cherries--then smiled.

“W-what? What is it? Why are you smiling?”

She sighed, and craned forward on one of her hands in the grass, bridging the distance between the two of you to caress down the side of your face, all the way to your jaw with the back of her fingers.

“You’re just too cute.”

“Hm?” Your chest threw itself up and down, and you could thinly feel the breath that tried to fill your lungs when she was this close.

“I just can’t handle it any more.”

“Me?”

Ryunjin nodded, softening her eyes until they were nearly closed, and rid the two of you of all space, leaning over just so you could feel the weight of her chest nearly pressing into yours. At first, she placed the lightest of kisses into you, so light that it barely brushed against your lips, but merely imprinted upon them. She leaned back, leaving you with the ghost of a feeling of her upon you. It felt a bit unfair how fleeting it was, and how she looked at you like that: smug as ever, but as blissful as she always was.

Your breaths tried to make sense of it all, if it had just happened, and what to think of it. As quick as it was, all you could want was to feel it again.

“Ryu--”

She cradled both sides of your face in hers, leaning in with more fervor and parting your lips with hers, leaving you to squeak from the sudden movement. You couldn’t figure out how to kiss back at first, or if you should hold her too. Your head felt like it was spinning in circles from your disbelief when you could taste the tiny tang of the sweet and sour cherries which lingered on her lips. She rubbed her thumbs into your cheeks, and angled you better to let her growing smile paint your own mouth from corner to corner.

At last, you were able to find a rhythm which suited you, and you kissed her right back. She giggled at your stroke of confidence and the vibrations made your whole body tingle. Your feet had surely fallen asleep where you had folded them beside you, but the numb feeling of them dissolved once her hands fell to your shoulder where she held to you tightly. The pressure from the tips of her fingers made you shiver, and you too smoothed down the pink shine of her hair.

The warm and ticklish feeling of her tongue grazed your lower lip where she changed her approach and deepened her kiss. The heat of tongues finally met in the middle testing and learning more of the other the closer that you became, and tiny airy gasps got stuck between both of your curiosity. In your lap, her hands found yours and they laced together and held tight; each digit wrapping the other and becoming one with the eagerness of her thumb rubbing little circles into the squishy parts of your hand.

After the heat of your passion started to melt, you found yourself hiding your giddy laughter the best you could once she started to peck at your lips over and over until you felt like she had kissed you so close to the brim that you would overflow.

“I said that you’re cute and I mean it!” She snuck the phrase in between a couple more kisses, eliciting you to fold up in your giddy embarrassment from the compliment.

Ryunjin pulled away, and popped another cherry into her mouth from the bundle, then threw her arms around your shoulders. You simply let your hands rest in her lap covered by the plaid of her skirt; shaking from the release of the endorphins and the adrenaline.

“Ryujin...I wanted to tell you that I’ve had a crush on you for a...really long time…” You shied, but she brought your chin back to look at her directly.

“Good. Me too.”

You couldn’t even process the combination of her words for them to make sense. White noise filled your ears, even though it should have been obvious from the way that she had kissed you like that.

“Oh! Here. I wanted to give this to you too. Something to remember me by.”

She reached for her bag, and pulled out a white-out pen from the front pocket. The Polaroid had faded into its full color, and she focused with her tongue peeking from her mouth as she wrote the message:

see you soon <3

- ryujinnie

Over her head in the picture, she doodled a few hearts, then she blew on the ink to dry it.

“For you!”

You took the picture with your hands still thoroughly shaking, and all you could utter was a “thanks” while you took in your friend looking as gorgeous as she always was. You knew then that you would treasure the image forever, and the day which it was taken.

“Who knows,” Ryujin started, and let her head fall to your shoulder where she nuzzled in, “This might be the last that you’ll see of my pink hair too.”

You turned the picture over, already sensing how it made your heart feel like it was aching sticky and sweet, just like the cherries.

~🌹~

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