#2 days to go. i am so fucking close. jesus christ

[blueskittlesart]

linktober day 29: water

#2 days to go. i am so fucking close. jesus christ #linktober #linktober 2023 #skribbles #botw #totk #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #loz #legend of zelda

[worldlxvlys]

the way i loved you

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: cursing

a/n: hope you likeee <333

i watched as nick pulled an array of snacks from a plastic bag, setting them on the table.

today nick, matt, chris, and i were going to be filming a video where we rate snacks from around the world.

once nick set the camera up, he did the intro and explained what we would be doing.

while nick explained where he got the food, i watched Chris pick up a small pink tin, inspecting it.

i slowly began to tune out nick’s voice, focusing on the way chris’s fingers ran across the tin.

he carefully placed the tin down, drumming his fingers along the table.

god, his fingers are so long. they’re perfect-

no! stop! you shouldn’t be thinking about your best friend’s fingers like that !

i quickly look away from his fingers, realizing i was staring.

luckily, he didn’t seem to notice.

as nick continued to explain the concept of the video, i watched as chris began to smile.

i love how excited he is, he’s adorable.

as i smiled at his eagerness, he happened to look at me, catching my gaze as we smiled at each other.

once nick finished explaining, we decided to try the sour candy in the pink tin first.

i watched as chris attempted to take the plastic wrapping around the tin off, but was unsuccessful.

he fumbled with the plastic, and it seemed like he couldn’t keep his hands still. he almost seemed, nervous ?

he turned to me with a bashful smile on his face, “can you open it, please?”

“yeah, i got you” i said as i grabbed it from his hands, removing the plastic wrapping and handing it back to him.

“this one has vitamin c, which one’s that?” he looked at me, expectantly.

“why would i know ?” i asked, furrowing my brows.

“i don’t know, you’re the smart one” he mumbled.

“shut up” i laughed as i shook my head , “you’re smart too” .

we all tried one, and agreed that they weren’t actually sour, despite the tin having the word sour across it in big letters.

“doesn’t it feel like you have to put a lot of effort into getting that grape flavor ?” nick pointed out.

he scrunched his face up, making us all laugh, as chris put his hand on my shoulder, leaning onto me as he laughed.

i love hearing him laugh.

we gave it a rating, and moved onto the next candy.

once we realized they were slide whistles, we all started busting out laughing.

we all started fooling around, laughing at each other’s shenanigans.

chris wrapped his arms around my waist, laughing into my shoulder. the sound of his laugh, made me laugh even harder.

as we continued to try and rank the snacks, chris grew more and more touchy.

not that i’m complaining.

there were many times where i would catch him staring at me and vice versa. he made it so easy to enjoy his presence.

once we finished our last snack and agreed on the final ranking of everything, nick closed out the video and turned off the camera.

i turned to chris. “that was fun” i said trying to fight the shit-eating grin that was forming on my face.

“i agree” he said, returning the smile.

“jesus christ” matt spoke up from behind us, rolling his eyes and walking away.

“what ?” we called out.

A FEW DAYS LATER

nick, chris, and i were hanging out in the living room.

i was scrolling on tik tok, occasionally showing them videos that i found funny.

as i continued to scroll, i came across one video in particular that made my heart begin to race.

the lyrics of The Way I Loved You by Taylor Swift filled the room.

what the actual fuck.

and he says, you look beautiful tonight. and i feel perfectly fine. but i miss…

clips of chris and i staring at each other fill the screen.

screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain and it’s 2 am and i’m cursing your name

chris holding onto my waist, hugging me, leaning on me

so in love that you act insane, and that’s the way i loved you

us laughing together, looks of pure joy on our faces.

i glance to my right, seeing chris already staring down at my phone.

fuck. what do i do ? what do i say ?

suddenly, nick yells “oh my god is that the ship edit of you and chris ? that shit’s blowing up !” he said.

“damn, nick. how’d you know ?”

“i reposted it”

“WHAT?” chris and i stared at him like he had five heads.

“well, it was good. and c’mon, doesn’t take a genius to realize y’all like each other” he said, nonchalantly.

“i’m going to the bathroom” he said, walking off.

i’m literally losing my mind. a ship edit ? a TAYLOR ship edit ? we’re never beating the dating allegations.

“well, what do the comments say?” chris asked, his voice shaking the slightest bit.

i glanced over at him, before opening the comments.

sturniolowhore

awww they’re adorable

blueeyedbesson

they’d look so good tg

abbie13sworld

they’re literally in love no one can convince me otherwise

mommysturns

i literally love them tg 💗

babydollfae22

they need to stop playing and get tg

mbbsgf

them + taylor makes me so happy

“damn. they kinda love us together” i said. i scrolled, expecting to move onto something else.

suddenly, Tattoo by Loreen came on. this edit had clips of chris and i from the recent video and over the years.

it’s like we’re watching a progression of our relationship over the past few years.

every wandering eye, stolen glance, smile that was a little too wide, touch, hug that lasted a little too long, the fans always noticed them.

it was literally right in front of our faces the entire time.

listening to the sound of violins swelling while watching chris and i’s interactions almost made me want to cry.

i turned to chris, who was already staring at me.

he looked down at my lips. “what do the comments say?” he asked.

i turned back to my phone, opening them up.

sophssturn

they’re literally perfect for each other

xhiejfy

how adorableeee

bernardenjoyer

they’re cute ig but me and jimmy would be cuter

queen161718

literally just watched them fall in love with each other

vib3swithanuk

they’re good for each other

fr3sh-love

so so happy for them

“they think that we’d be good together” i told him.

“i think i agree with them” he whispered.

“then maybe you should ask me out” i said, my gaze shifting from his eyes to his lips.

our noses touched. “will you go out with me ?”

i smiled, “hell yeah” i whispered before pushing my lips onto his.

—————-

y’all see any familiar names ? 🤨

i love y’all <333

masterlist

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[keeksandgigz]

hiii keeks! saw that we could share our thoughts about witchy and eddie soo i wanted to share that i’ve been thinking all day about eddie making witchy squirt with the rose quartz dildo lolololol🫠

goddamn y’all love that rose quartz dildo down omg 🫣

this can be read as a pt. 2 for this post

this is for @reidsbtch specifically cause that was her idea 🤭

this is strictly 18+ minors DNI please

“Witchy, can I ask you a question?” he says out of nowhere, as you’re reading your book on the couch. Your head lifts, and you can sense the wicked twinkle in his eyes.

“What is it?” you ask, closing the book you weren’t really reading, just using it as a cover up to ogle at your boyfriend while he played guitar next to you.

“Y’know how you complained about the dildo I got you not being uhhh” his cheeks tinge pink, as he looks into an indiscernible place on your living room wall, like the answer was going to be on the pink wallpaper of your house.

“Big enough?” you finish the sentence for him, he purses his lips and nods.

“Why didn’t you use your magic to make it bigger, or uh- curved or something?” he asks, a frog trapped in his throat as he everything he says comes out like a half- croak, maybe a side effect of when he turned himself into a frog on accident.

“Oh, no I did. I just made it look like your dick” you say, a shrug of your shoulders makes the purple shawl you were wearing fall off of them, nonchalant, like you were telling him your grocery list.

Eddie’s eyes bug out of his sockets at that. The thought of you using a dildo shaped like his dick? He nearly bursts in his pants at that.

“You uh- uh you what?” he stammers, a crimson red tinges his pale cheeks, blinking quickly at his goddess of a girlfriend who just so happens to be an actual witch and his dream come true? He really is so, so lucky.

“Yeah, I just- y’know did my magic thing” you say, a dramatic movement of your hands follow it “Do you know wanna see it?”

He blinks at you, slowly “Do I wanna- Do I- Fuck, witchy of course I wanna fucking see it” he mumbles, as you stand up, guiding him to your room.

You open the mahogany dresser in front of your bed, rummaging through piles of silk and wool, taking out what seems to be Eddie’s dick in crystal form. Veins and everything.

“Holy shit, witchy, you’re a fucking freak. Jesus Christ” he hisses, feeling his cock stir under his zipper, fighting the urge to toss you on the bed and use it on you.

“Have- have you used it yet?” he breathes, his hands finding purchase in his pockets, fighting himself from acting upon all the dirty thoughts he’s been currently having.

“Oh, I was waiting to use it with you” you say as you throw yourself onto the bed, blushing slightly at the darkened stare your boyfriend gives you, hair fanned out around your head and spreading you legs for him.

“Fuck, witchy, you can’t say shit like that” he rubs a hand over his eyes as he inches towards you. You blink up at him, bottom lip caught in between your teeth.

His hands run up your legs, bunching your long skirt up your calves, then your knees, then your thighs.

“Are you gonna use it on me, Eddie?” you mumble against the skin of his cheek, breath already heaving at the feeling of his calloused hands on your skin, creeping up the inside of your thigh.

“Witchy, God, you have no idea what i’m gonna do to you” he whispers as he undoes the buttons of your shirt, kissing your arm up to your wrist.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. I’m the only one who can bring you to your knees, am I right?” he bites down on your neck and you let out a weak “yes” as you arch into him.

“You don’t have to be so strong and powerful all the time, huh? Are you gonna let me take care of you?” he asks, hands hooking on the sides of your panties, sliding them off your legs.

You squirm under him, handing him the rose quartz.

“You get so fucking wet, witchy, and I barely did anything” he snickers, kneeling at the foot of the bed, nestling himself between your legs.

He probes your entrance with the crystal, as you whimper under him, with the cold surface coming into contact with the heat radiating in between your legs.

“Put it in, please” you whine, arching your hips into him.

“Such good manners, witchy” he smiles wickedly at you, letting the toy enter you. A loud moan you’ve been holding in your throat escapes you as he pumps the quartz in and out of you.

“Big stretch, baby, huh?” his cocky smirk is the only thing you can see in the dark room.

“Yes, so- so big” you pant out as he reaches a hand on your stomach to feel the quartz go in and out of you, slightly putting pressure there as he drives himself forward, tongue darting out to lick at our clit.

An animalistic noise falls out of you as you begin to grind yourself on him.

“You’re so dirty, witchy. Using your magic for something so, so, filthy? What would your coven say, hm?” he proceeds to give you another lick, making you jolt in pleasure.

“Would they say how much of a slut you are, my lovely witchy? Because no matter how much you try to hide it, you really are just a witchy slut” he drives the crystal in further, making you wail in pleasure.

“God, Eddie- fuck” you thrash on your mattress “right there, there there there” a chant falling out of your lips, his head between your thighs as he keeps on drawing moans and wails from you, it’s never felt this good before.

The coil feels weird in your tummy, like a pooling sensation that is making its way down, down, down. You fist and paw at your sheets and at Eddie’s hair as you search for purchase somewhere, anywhere.

His tongue keeps lapping at you, humming and slurping sounds filling the room as he keeps driving the crystal in.

“Ed-Ed I feel- mmm weird” you stutter, almost unable to get the sentence out along moans and whines.

“C’mon, witchy. You close?” he asks, placing a kiss on the seam of your thigh.

“huh ‘mclose” you mumble, as you let yourself be taken over by the overwhelming pleasure washing over you.

“You gonna cum f’me? Go on, baby, let go, I got you” he mumbles against the skin of your tummy as the coil in your tummy violently snaps, and your vision goes white. Eddie lets himself be soaked. Hair, face, arms, shirt, nothing is saved.

It takes you a couple minutes to come back to him, seeing white spots. You feel the wetness of the sheets under you and gasp.

“It’s alright, witchy, I gotcha. That was really hot, baby” he mumbles, scooping you in his arms, as you tremble from the aftershocks.

“I uh- I didn’t know I could do that” you mumble.

“Witchy, I think you’re magical” he whispers, putting his nose to yours, making you chuckle.

You try to stand up, but he won’t let you.

“No, witchy. Stay here, I’ll run you a milk bath and while you do that I’ll wash your sheets, sounds good?” he asks, kissing the tip of your nose.

You just hum, as he lays you down and disappears into the bathroom.

Your body really does love him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x witchy!reader #the witchyverse #eddie x witchy #keeksgetsasks! #keekswrites #anon

[supercutszns]

A best friends to lovers between Luke and a Ares reader where some how Ares ends up at Camp-Half-Blood and gets to meet all his kids, and despite his seemingly uninterested demeanor when he meets the 2 best fighters of his cabin (Clarisse and the reader) he’s genuinely impressed but doesn’t show it. Reader ends up feeling like she disappointed Ares due to his lack of emotion despite the days and nights full of intense training she’s put in since being at camp and ends up ranting about it to Luke who ends up confronting Ares despite the intimidation he feels when doing so because he wants reader to know how amazing she truly is and knows that if it comes from the father she looks up to so dearly that she’ll believe it finally. Ares reluctantly ends up talking to the reader and says something along the lines of Luke being a decent boyfriend and that he has some fire for being a child of Hermes. Ares genuinely thought the two were together but shrugged it off when the reader disagreed despite her feelings. After Ares and tiny Ares have their heart to heart, or as close to one of those as u can get with that cabin, reader ends up thanking Luke and confessing her feelings.

Ik that was a lot sry! I’ve just had the idea since the Ares ep came out. Have a great day 😊😊

omfg i am eating this up. u had me at best friends to lovers

ares coming to camp and meeting his kids😭😭 my god that’s so bittersweet especially with clarisse and reader being the best fighters :( luke confronting ares i’m FERALLL U KNOW HE WOULD CONFRONT A GOD FOR HIS GIRL HE DOES NOT GAF (or at least he pretends to. he’s still a little scared)

he’s already angry at the gods and the one that happens to be your father just disregards your strength?? you’re upset and you confide in him about how inadequate you feel and luke’s like oh i need to beat a bitch up

luke gets ares alone the second he can and like tries to be diplomatic but it’s obvious how much he hates ares right off the bat. basically comes in fists ablaze and ares says “no i actually was super impressed by her i just didn’t feel like telling her lol” and luke is like. what is wrong with you

eventually the conversation ends on a somewhat lukewarm note; when luke turns to leave ares says kinda nonchalantly “i see why you two are together, you’ve got a lot of fire for a hermes kid”

luke just goes: huh??????????? and ares is like “you know, you and my daughter” luke just stares at area dumbstruck and he just sighs and is like. jesus fucking christ there’s no way

then he talks to you (a little begrudgingly but only a little; he wonders if some of aphrodite’s matchmaking tendencies have rubbed off on him) and he tells you very sparingly that you’re gifted, then he’s like “please for the love of Me, Ares, the War God tell that boy you like him i think he’s going to set me on fire.”

he ends the conversation at that so obviously you’re dumbstruck (both by the praise and by your father urging you to ask out your best friend) but when luke comes around to ask how it went you know your dad got something right.

you thank him for everything and work up the courage to mention what ares said at the end, and luke laughs a little and is like “that’s so weird he said the same thing to me” so you shrug and say “maybe he has a point.” luke doesn’t get flustered often but he def is now so you take it upon yourself to kiss him to drive the point home <3 after that you confess the full scope of your feelings and he kisses you bc he’s just so eager and he mutters against your lips that this is the only time he’s ever respected a god in the slightest. then you guys go spar together like old times except this time there’s 90% more making out 💗💗

#perrie prattles #perrie’s asks #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan headcanon #luke castellan drabble

[elliesmainhoe]

PROFESSOR

Professor!Ellie X CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary: After Dina forced you to go to her new physics teachers public lecture, you start developing feelings for the professor.

Contents: LEGAL age gap (21 year old reader and 29 year old Ellie), fem!reader, reader is a blunt person and says what she thinks, pining, anxiety, panic attack, confessions, kisses.

Part 1 (you're here) - Part 2 - Part 3

Requested by @lonelyfooryouonly 🧡

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Dina had told you about her physics teacher. She complained constantly about the old man, who droned on and on about the same shit for hours on end, providing no new information of any substance to his students.

That's why on a random Friday afternoon, Dina rushed into the busy café you frequent and taking a be-line for your usual table.

"oh my god. Y/n." Dina practically yelled making several people turn around from there conversations glaring at the brunette. "This is the best day of my life~" she squealed ecstatically.

"Jesus Christ Dina, a little warning next time please?" As your heart pounded at the sudden appearance of the girl. "You spooked me" you laughed. "So what's up"

"Mr.Robinson retired!!!" She screeched, sitting down on the chair opposite you, laughing at your unamused expression.

"Fucking finally, I was so done of you complaining about that asshole" you muttered between sips of coffee.

" and our new physics teacher is having a weekly lecture starting this Saturday. And I was wondering if you would go tomorrow with me?" She continued deciding to ignore your comment.

"Why don't you go with Jesse? One, he's your boyfriend. Two, he takes physics as well."

"Can't I want to spend time with my best friend?"

"cmon, Dina, what's the deal?" You sigh helplessly.

"ugh fine" she moaned "I heard through the grape vine that the new professor is a woman, hot and a lesbian. And since I know you and your innocent, virgin ways, I was thinking you could... y'know?"

"Let me get this straight" you scoffed, rolling your eyes at the irony of the saying "you want to set me up with a rumoured lesbian, who's probably going to be double if not triple my age?" "Yes, yes I am" Dina smiled sweetly, laughing at the expression on your face.

"no I'm not going."

•••••••••• Saturday, 11th March.

You stood Infront of the closed door that lead into the lecture hall. In usual Dina fashion, she was late, and you were early. You had looked through the small glass pane and peered around the room, a few people were scattered around in the rows of seats. The new professor didn't seem to be in there yet .

If you were completely honest you didn't know why you were here and how your definitive no turned into a reluctant yes.

A flurry of brunette hair rushed towards you, "I'm so sorry, y/n, I got caught up" she panted, out of breath from running from across campus. "Yeah, I noticed." You said bluntly, your eyes following Dina's clumsy form as she swung open the lecture hall door.

She ushered you into the last row of seats, shushing you when you went to complain.

"Shhh, just get out your laptop and pretend your working." "Or I can actually work? I have an essay due on Monday." "Yes, whatever, do that then."

You got out your laptop, clad in stickers, including a few rainbow and lesbian flags, frogs, books, plants and band logos plastered all over it.

You opened up the word document named Analysing the use of language in 'a midsummer night's dream by William Shakespeare'. it currently stands at 2500 words, 500 words away from your goal. Before your hands fell into rhythm across the keyboard. The creak of the door sounded out around the room.

Instinctively you looked over at the door. A very attractive woman began walking down to the front, her hair was short and in a light shade of brown, her skin was sun kissed, freckles dotted along her facial features like constellations. There was a pair of glasses resting on her head, smoothing down some loose strands that fell free from her ponytail. She wore dress pants, and a knitted black and white striped sweater, with simple black doc martens boots.

As soon as she reached the front of the room, her voice sounded out, echoing around the room "Good Afternoon everyone, thank you for taking time out of your weekend to willingly chose to come to a physics lecture. This is the first public lecture I will be holding this semester, and depending on how it goes and how many people attend, I will continue it next semester also."

"Right let me answer some questions I know what your probably thinking. Yes, I know I'm young for a professor, and I'm 29 years old before you start speculating" she spoke with a lighthearted playful tone of voice, captivating you even more.

"My full name is Dr. Ellie Williams, but please just call me Ellie, Miss Williams makes me feel ancient. I have just achieved my PHD, but I've been doing guest lectures for a few years so I'm decently experienced."

She took a few questions, but you weren't paying attention to her words, she was beautiful. The way the sun filtered through the blinds and shadowing patterns in the golden sun that fell upon her freckled skin. Her voice was smooth and deep, soft and alluring, holy fuck Dina was right. She was hot, but was she a lesbian..?

A smothered giggle distracted you from your silent onlooking, you turned towards Dina, and rolled your eyes at the girl whose hand covered her mouth trying to stifle the laugh that involuntarily out of her lips.

"Shut up"

"you love me y/n~" she cooed sarcastically.

"unfortunately" you said under your breath, loud enough for Dina to hear, as a false expression of astonishment and offence fell on her face, making a laugh slip through your lips, much to your dismay.

•••••••••• Saturday, 18th March.

You and Dina walked towards the lecture hall, with a straggler in tow. "Does Jesse really have to come with us?" You whine in Dina's ear pathetically "I don't want to see you guys oogling at each other for two hours" you complain.

"Y'know, you could always sit a bit closer to the front, get a better view of Miss Williams." Jesse joked. "She said that she didn't like being called 'Miss Williams'.' Jesse scoffed "yeah of course you know that"

Deciding to ignore the comment, and walk ahead of the dawdling couple. You lived with them already and you didn't need to see them sending heart eyes to eachother any more than you had to. You finally reached the doors to the familiar lecture hall.

Stopping for Jesse and Dina to catch up to you before you rush into the room, nerves turning to excitement as you scurry into the room. Dina and Jesse filed into the back row again, holding hands and slipping in and out of lovey dovey giggles. No thank you.

Deciding to move closer and shuffling into a seat in the corner of the second row to the front. You brought out your sticker smothered laptop again and worked on a new assignment your English professor had assigned.

"Good Morning Everyone" Ellie chirped as she entered the hall, walking down the steps towards her desk. She wore a white muscle tee, a button-up over the top, left slightly open, she wore simply black pants and the same docmartens.

"Right. Okay... Let's get started everyone" compared to the week before, the amount of people who decided to attend the lecture had almost doubled. Ellie began talking, cracking jokes between facts and equations.

You continued to be mesmerized by her swift movements as she explained certain topics that came up on her pre planned PowerPoints. You didn't like physics, your mind simply couldn't wrap around the complex hypotheticals and various equations. But God did you find Ellie attractive. You didn't mind watching the woman's focused face and commanding voice, talk and explain problems and theories.

Shit.

••••••••••• Wednesday, 22 March

This is the worst day you've ever had the misfortune of experiencing.

First, you woke up on your period, after dosing yourself up on paracetamol and shoving a few tampons in your bag before leaving your's, Dina's and Jesse's, shared apartment.

Second, after ordering your usual latte from the coffee shop you regular, just off campus. The takeaway coffee cups, lid hadn't been put on properly and oops, your new pastel blue dress was now had a large coffee stain right down it.

Third, on your way to your first lecture of the day, it started raining, drenching your hair and soaking the newly spilt coffee into your dress further.

You felt the build up of emotions bubble in your stomach, the overstimulation making everything so so much worse. Quickly, to try and escape the pouring rain, you took shelter in an on-campus book shop. You hid in the corner of the room sitting on a lone couch, as you let the tears fall freely down your face.

Lips wobbling as you tried your hardest to keep the sobs at bay. Fuck. You hated your period. You hated stupid rain. You hated lukewarm coffee. You hated early morning lectures. You hate-

"Hey." A soft voice met your ears, "are you alright?".

You didn't look up, trying your hardest to calm yourself down and not humiliating yourself anymore than you already had.

"yes. M'fine." You muttered.

"It was more of rhetorical question... Can I sit down?..."

"Sure" you whispered, keeping your voice low so it didn't crack.

"You come to my public lectures, don't you?"

What.

The.

Fuck.

No no no no no no no no no no no no.

This can't happen, there is no fucking way that your stupid, stupid, crush is now talking to you while you have a mental breakdown.

Ellie was extremely worried, looking at your hunched over form, now gone rigid at her question. You were pretty, and Ellie's eyes couldn't resist drifting towards you, in your pretty dresses and knitted sweaters.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." She whispered, when you didn't reply. "I'll leave you be"

"no."

Your hoarse voice replied before she could leave. "Oh okay... Bad day then?"

"you have no idea" you sniffed looking up at Ellie for the first time, through your wet eyelashes. She looked at the fresh coffee stain on your dress "I have a small idea" she laughed lightly.

She began to shed her coat, handing towards you. "Here take it... Should keep you warm until you dry off, and it'll cover the stain." She smiles at you.

You sit up straighter, wrapping the coat around your shoulders "thanks" you sniffed again, before wiping your nose on the sleeve of you jumper. "What's your name?" Ellie asks, looking at your tear stained face.

"Y/N..." You mumbled, her gaze hot on your face and you sink into yourself.

"That's a pretty name... What do you study?" You knew what she was trying to do, ask you questions to distract you from your tears, and it worked.

"I study English language"

"well, what are you reading right now?"

Shit shit shit. Right be discreet, tell her your gay discreetly. Jack Fucking Pot!!!!!

"Last night at the telegraph club..."

"oh cool... I'm uh- I'm uh reading 'one last stop" she replied a smile slipping into her face.'

"Nice." You say, an awkward grin gracing your features. "Uhm, it was really nice talking to you, I should give you your coat bac-"

"No. Keep it... You can give it back on Saturday."

"yes, yes...I'll- I'll do that." You get up reluctantly, but you did have a place to be... "Bye Ellie" "See you soon, Y/N."

••••••••• Saturday, 25th March

You were absolutely terrified. More terrified than you ever had been in your whole life. You wore a rainbow shirt, denim skirt and basic black converse, with Ellie's brown coat tucked under your arm as you walked on your own to the lecture hall.

Dina and Jesse were out on a date, leaving you to fend for yourself today. You were debating whether or not to actually go or to chicken out. But ultimately, you decided that you would feel too guilty if you didn't give it back on time as you promised.

So you tried to carry on like normal, entering the lecture hall five minutes early, slotting into the corner of the second row, taking out your personalized laptop and opening up the current assignment you had been working on.

A few minutes later a creak of a door followed by a 'Good Morning everyone.' as the older woman walked towards her desk briskly. She immediately began talking, taking questions and answering as best she could. It was incredible, how she talked with so much passion and understanding for her subject, the way she smiled when a student showed a similar amount of intrigue and fascination that she did.

Ellie was a great teacher. She was so lovely, talking to her students like they were humans, showing and explaining theories in different ways so there was more opportunities for those watching to understand. The way she acted, her kindness, her laugh, her humour, it made the uneasy feeling in your stomach increase every second.

Before you knew it, the two hours had been and went and people began to file out, talking and laughing with eachother. You stayed seated waiting until less people were around before you got up and scurried towards her desk.

"Here." You blurted out, handing the brunette her leather brown coat. "Thank you Y/N." She hummed in reply.

"uh no problem, I wasn't going to steal your jacket, that would be rude" you said, immediately thinking to yourself 'no fucking shit, that was an idiotic thing to say'

"so y/n. Why did you decide to come to my lecture? Physics is a big leap from English"

"my friend Dina takes your subject, she wanted to drag me along to kinda see what you were like before her first official class with you."

'A+ lie right there' you thought to yourself proudly. I mean you couldn't exactly say 'my friend has wanted me to hook up with someone for months now and she heard you were attractive and liked girls'.

"Dina... So I'm assuming it's you're last year in university then?",

"uh yeah. Two semesters left..." God. this was so awkward. Fuck your lack of ability to understand social cues.

You looked at Ellie's face, studying it and seeing a hesitant expression written on her face. "I was, uh, wondering how you were doing?... I mean I couldn't stop thinking about the other day and I just, wanted to make sure you were alright..."

"Oh... That's actually really nice of you. Uhm I'm doing okay, I got just very overwhelmed. It happens a lot but I mask I usually mask it better. I don't really know what came over me"

"no no no. I totally get it, I just y'know worry..." She gave a shy smile, her face slightly flushed, not really knowing what else to say.

"just know I'm always here to talk. I can give you my number? if you ever wanted to call me up and talk about things." "Yeah, yeah I'd really like that actually"

Ellie turned back to her desk, grabbing a pad of sticky notes, writing a string of numbers and doing a small doodle in the corner before giving it to you. "thanks, Ellie" you hummed, turning around quickly and scurrying out of the room, note in hand.

•••••••••• Sunday, 2nd April

You didn't call Ellie. You didn't text Ellie. You didn't even show up to her last lecture, despite Dina's pleading.

Confused. That's what you were, so fucking confused. You really, really liked Ellie. You'd only seen her a few times. She was sweet, kind, beautiful, hot and caring. But she was a professor, not your professor but still, she worked for the college you attended. And you were a student.

What in the forbidden romance trope is this? This isn't a romcon or a novel. If you started flirting with Ellie, or Ellie started flirting with you, she could get fired. Her whole livelihood down the drain just like that. Yes, it was legal. But, if it got out, people would view it suspiciously and rumours would start going around.

But you were overthinking. What if Ellie didn't even like you at all? Just gave you her number out of courtesy, feeling sorry for you after witnessing you cry.

Feelings are so useless. This is why you didn't do this type of stuff, you didn't date, didn't hook up with anyone, because it was easy, no emotional conflict, no feelings getting hurt. And now, you had been thrown into the deep end. Crushing on someone seemingly unattainable. Thanks Dina.

"y'know, if you stop sulking in bed and actually texted her, you'd feel a lot better." Speak of the devil.

"no it won't, it'll make me feel worse," you replied voice muffled by the pillow you had buried your face into.

"how would you know? You've never done this before. I, however, am a certified veteran at talking phases, and trust me y/n. I'm right"

"no"

"You text her right now. Or else you have to come with me to my physics lesson with me on Monday and you have to talk to her after."

••••••••••• Monday, 3rd April

Its 9am on a Monday morning and let's just say you are cursing the world... and Dina.

"Just remember y/n the longer you wait, the harder it'll be. Let's just get it out the way, yeah?" She chirped, linking arms with you, a reassuring smile on her face. "No..." You whined in reply as Dina ushered you out of the apartment.

"c'mon."

The walk was excruciating. Your mind was in another world as Dina joked and laughed with you, trying to take your mind off the looming anxiety that began to bubble in your chest. After fifteen minutes of walking on auto pilot, and almost walking into various obstacles (poles, trash cans, lamp posts etc), you finally arrived at the all too familiar lecture hall.

"Ready?"

"no"

"let's go".

Dina shuffled into the background, gesturing you to sit next to her, so you did, hands clasped together trying to swallow down the panic of your fast paced heart pounding in your chest.

"Hey, calm down..." You heard Dina whisper into your ear, as she grabbed your hand squeezing it, trying to comfort you. Breathing in deeply, you pulled out the book you were currently reading, trying to distract yourself.

"Good Morning everyone!" The familiar smooth voice of the woman you had been having a crisis over for weeks sounded out throughout the room as she entered. You're heart skipped a beat, your breath caught in your throat and became irregular.

"Shit. Dina, I-I don't think I can do this." You stammered, feeling tears well in your eyes.

"Okay, okay. C'mon, let's go." She rushed, eyes showing a guilty expression, as she closed her laptop, shoving into her bag and entwining hads with you as she guided you to the door. "

As soon as you left the stuffy hall, it felt as if the weight of the world lifted off of your shoulders.

"I'm so sorry y/n. I really didn't mean to push you, I shouldn't have. Gosh I'm so sorry." She rushed out.

"no, no don't apologize you were only trying to help. " You sighed as you took a seat on the floor outside the lecture hall.

"I need to go to the restroom. Are you sure you'll be okay for a sec?, we can leave once I get back"

"yeah, yeah, go ahead. I'll manage"

You closed your eyes, as you listened to Dina's footsteps become further and further away and tried to regulate your erratic breathing.

"Hey." No , not again.

Ellie shuffled sitting next to you on the ground. "You okay?" "No."

"right, yeah, obviously..."

"Sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way... Just don't get the point in lying, y'know?"

"I get it, it's an admirable trait." The underlying compliment caused your cheeks to flush pink, under her gaze. You became more aware of your surroundings, the feeling of elies side pushed up against yours now becoming more prominent.

Deciding to look at your shoes instead of meeting Ellie's warm gaze, you foot began to tap, jittering irritably from the nerves that still hadn't left your body.

"Don't you have a lecture to go back to?" You ask, trying to nurse the conversation back to life.

"I do, but I have different priorities currently..."

"You should go back, what priorities are more important than your job?"

You could practically feel Ellie's smile, even though you weren't even looking at her... "This..." She mumbled, her hand brushing under your chin and guiding your face to hers.

Your lips connected slowly, you could taste her strawberry Chapstick mix with the cherry one you had applied on yourself earlier. You felt her lips twisted into a smile, her hand moved from your chin, across your jawline until finally reaching the back of your head, pushing you deeper into the kiss.

A cough erupted from behind you, making you and Ellie jump apart. Turning around quickly to face the culprit-

"Dina!-" you yelled at the girl, who stood leaning against the wall, a smug grin painted on her face.

"Told you so."

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Part 2

Here it is. I actually really like this one, I feel like I could've written the ending better but oh well. The ending is slightly different to what was requested, but I started writing and it just kinda happened like that. But I hope you still like it 🧡

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Something Special

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x gn!pilot!reader

Masterlist Part Two

Summary: “Oh, am I supposed to break orders just for you? Like you’re special or something?” OR You aren't sure where you stand with Rooster, but you know he didn't tell you that he might not make it back from the mission.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Sadness, some more angst

A/n: This one's pretty sad, I might do a part 2 to make up for it lol. I'm just a sucker for angsty Rooster though. I'd love to know your thoughts, thanks for reading! <3

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The path your heavy footsteps took felt sickeningly familiar, your body knowing the way to his room with your eyes closed. Stalking through the barrack’s halls, you turned corners with only one thing plaguing your mind, torturing it. 

Other pilots passed your reddening vision, ones that you might’ve smiled at on other days – but not today. Not even to Coyote still laying in the med bay you passed as he recovered from passing out. Not when your fist balled so tight your nails dug into your palm and your throat tightened with each step, threatening to choke you out before you ever made it.

You spotted his door, the one you’d knocked so quietly on for months now so no one would hear – only for him to kiss you breathless on the other side of it. But you didn’t bother to give him any warning this time. The hinges creaked as you threw the door open, screaming at you to stop before this all started. Your eyes found Rooster’s as he startled, sitting up from his bed with a hand on his chest.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of–”

“Shut up,” you told him, almost relishing the way hurt flashed across his face. The door clicking closed behind you was the only thing accompanying your ragged breaths you couldn’t care to hide. “When were you going to tell me, Bradshaw?”

His eyebrows sunk together, his head tilting to the side. “Oh, of course. I’ll tell you right away about whatever vague thing you’re yelling at me about,” he said, his voice coming with a slight bite.

“You’re an ass. You know that?” You crossed your arms, gritting your teeth so hard your jaw began to ache.

He let out a disbelieving laugh as he stood. “And you’re a stubborn dick. Now that we’ve exchanged pleasantries, can you actually use your words and tell–”

“Are you going on a fucking suicide mission? Is it true?”

You already knew it was. But your face hardened, refusing to show him any emotion. Covering up the heart on your sleeve. Maybe you should’ve started this with honesty, that you were more hurt than angry, more scared than anything. But the deep ridges of your rage felt comfortable, right, for what he’d done to you. Or hadn’t done.

Rooster’s mouth opened and closed, his mustache twitching as he struggled to say anything. You just raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to tell you that somehow this was all a misunderstanding. You could handle looking like an idiot, but this? The truth? You weren’t so sure.

His hand dragged down his face, the brown of his eyes void of its usual warmth that you often sought out – passing in the halls, across the table in boring meetings, standing before your plane with your heart in your throat.

“Who told you?” he asked, looking everywhere but you. And his question brought a horrible realization in front of you, trickling down your spine alongside other secrets he kept from you. 

“Rooster,” you gritted out, forcing your voice to stay steady. “When Coyote couldn’t fly, and they were looking for someone to replace him… did my name ever come up?”

The silence left between you two vibrated, buzzing so hard it ached in your chest. “Tell me you didn’t talk to Maverick, or Cyclone for christ’s sake, and convince them not to pick me.” Too many moments passed, his face unyielding and so unlike the man you’d come to know. When he didn’t answer, just shifted his body from one foot to the other, you tiredly whispered out, “Bradley…” 

“Who told you? The mission is confidential.” Rooster moved toward you, his jaw hard set and ticking. You weren’t on the mission – thanks to him apparently – but with being at the same base, you’d found opportunities to get bits and pieces out of Hangman and Maverick. The fact that Rooster didn’t tell you though weighed heavier on your mind.

“Is that why you didn’t tell me? Because it’s confidential?” you spit out, voice mocking. It was a valid reason, but he told you everything against your lips, bodies facing one another on his too-small bed in between dusk and dawn.

He came closer still, angry breaths filling the space between you two as his eyes refused to leave yours now. “Oh, am I supposed to break orders just for you? Like you’re special or something?”

That made you pause, the first time you’d done so since learning the news. Your gaze unfocused, drifting down until they fell on his hands. Hands you had once trusted to hold you despite everything else going on – now they merely looked like a stranger’s. Had you so badly misunderstood where you fit into his life?

With a sad laugh, you shook your head as you thought out loud, “Yeah, guess I thought so. Especially when you’re going off to get yourself killed.”

A groan came from the back of his throat. “I… this is bigger than us. I just–”

“It’s fine,” you told him, raising your hands up in surrender. As you stepped back, you could’ve sworn his fingers twitched, shifted toward you just an inch. “It was my mistake.” Your voice came out as a whisper when you opened the door, letting it close behind you softly. Biting the inside of your cheek, you didn’t let tears fall until you made it back to your bed, alone.

–

You didn’t hear the news from Rooster, that he’d been chosen to go on the mission. No, you’d picked up on it as the whole base seemed to come alive as the day neared. And he stood at the center of it. You’d done your best to avoid him and his usual routine that you had memorized just to sneak spare moments together here and there.

Time you might have had to yourself was spent in the gym, or anywhere but your room in case he decided to come by. You knew he hadn’t though, not with the mission hanging over his head. 

It wasn’t until the morning of the flight that you saw Rooster again in the hallway outside the locker rooms – you on your way in to change for a workout, him on his way out, carrying his flight gear.

“Oh,” you said, stepping back so you didn’t bump into his chest. You stared at his helmet, the design on it so him. And all you could do was focus on your even breathing as he cleared his throat.

“Wasn’t expecting you here,” he said, his voice void of the anger it had before.

“Could say the same.” You still kept the grit to your words, unable to let them go as he stood there before you – ready to go on a mission he wouldn’t let you take. 

Rooster nodded, pursing his lips. “I, uh, couldn’t wait around. Too many nerves, so I got ready early. Before we head out on the aircraft carrier.”

“I know how that is,” you breathed out, knowing you should offer him some sort of reassurance. But couldn’t he offer the same? Give you something to hold onto besides hope. Hope. As if that could make you feel any less helpless standing back here while he soared above. Alone.

You nearly couldn’t take the silence crackling between your bodies, hanging much too heavy on your already aching shoulders. Picking at your nails, you were about to wish him luck when he spoke up.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what, exactly?” you asked, voice tight as you stared at and through him.

You saw the way his jaw ticked for just a brief moment before he let out a long breath. “For not telling you the truth… about everything.”

Trying to focus on the grounding feeling of your arms crossing over your chest, you whispered, “But you’d do it again if given the chance, wouldn’t you, Rooster?”

His chest heaved when he answered, “Yes, baby, I would.”

And you couldn’t stop the scoff that escaped your mouth – at the pet name, at his answer, at everything he seemed to stand for.

“Were you trying to protect me from danger, or were you protecting yourself from this?” you asked, gesturing between the two of you. “That fear you’d have of me flying up there, of getting my chance to be more, is what I now have to live with. Maybe forever if you don’t come bac–”

“I’m coming back, okay?” You stared him down like you didn’t believe him, and you weren’t sure he believed it himself.

Shaking your head, you gritted out, “And if I had gone on this flight, said this exact BS you’re trying to tell me, you wouldn’t have batted an eye? Bradley, you’re a fucking hypocrite and you’re god damn scared.”

“Of course I’m scared!” he shouted, moving forward until his body pressed against yours. “Maybe I don’t make it back, but you will. You’ll be here, and you can keep living.”

His anger seethed from him, his throat straining. Still, you pressed your hands against his chest, pushing him back. “Or it could be you here, on the ground and safe. Since when do you get to choose who lives and who dies?”

“Since I lost my fucking parents, that’s when. If I have the chance to stop from losing another person I love, I’m going to take it,” he said, ripping your hands from him. His eyes, now turned dark and pupils large, moved frantically across your face. 

Your stomach sank, dropping down, down, down and turning to stone. “Don’t,” you whispered, the corners of your eyes beginning to sting no matter how much you begged them to quiet, to dry, to shove any emotion away.

“I…” he stammered, reaching out to grab you again. “It’s true, I love you.”

Gritting your teeth, you turned your head away. “Don’t, Bradley. You don’t get to do this to me.” Tears finally spilled over and onto your cheeks. The feeling that this conversation was a goodbye seeped through your skin, settling into your bones.

“Please,” he begged, grasping onto your arms. Maybe you loved him too, maybe that’s where your unyielding rage stemmed from as he caused you this pain. But you wouldn’t let that hurt you, not when him dying would kill you.

You grabbed his hands, giving them a final squeeze. “Good luck up there.” The look of his tearful face as you backed away wouldn’t leave your mind, not when you refused to leave your room until you were sure Rooster was gone.

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Leaving after an argument

genre: angst, fluff !

pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader !

warning: swearing, lower-case intended !

requested: yes !

wc: 2.2k

note: i give up w the tags.

MASTERLIST

이희승 l.hs

you were anxiously toying with the hem of your shirt as you waited for any sign of your boyfriend being even alive.

the guilt was slowly eating you alive as you regretted being so aggressive towards heeseung; you wanted to apologise from the bottom of your heart but would that even be possible if he was nowhere to be seen?

you sunk in your seat as your eyes watched impatiently the clock ticking ever so slowly. it was dark outside, and your worry only amplified as the clock hit 2 am and heeseung still wasn't by your side.

you were genuinely considering to go outside and look out for him, but fortunately, you heard the front door open to reveal your awaited boyfriend.

the second your gaze landed on him, you froze. you wished you could have ran to his sides and hug him tight, but you couldn't move.

all the distress that had bubbled up inside of you released and tears fell from your eyes, as you couldn't believe he was right there.

heeseung's eyes widened, shocked to see you so sad. almost drowning in his anger, the thought of notifying you of his absence and whereabouts hadn't even crossed his minds. seeing you so affected slapped him back to reality.

“babe... don't cry, i'm right there.” was all could say before taking the initiative to hug you, not bearing to see you in such a state because of him.

you wailed on his shoulder as he rubbed your back, “do you know how worried i was? you could have sent a message or something...” you said between sobs.

“i know, i'm sorry baby.” he tightened the hug as you let out more sobs, “let's go sleep, hm? you must be so tired after waiting so long.” he said as he slowly pulled away from the hug to look at you.

you nodded at his suggestion. he smiled softly, he wiped the tears off your cheeks before kissing your forehead and leading you to your bedroom.

박제이 p.j

anger was building up inside of you, adding to the worry and anxiousness.

you couldn't help but think that even if you two argued passionately, at the end of teh day you were still a couple and you deserved to know where he was in the middle of the night.

you spammed jay's phone to no avail. you hoped he would at least look at the messages, to show that he was still alive and well.

you angrily sighed as no signs of life were shown by jay.

you turned in circles in your living room, the sound of the heavy rain masking your footsteps. you checked your phone often, nothing popping up on your screen.

“jesus christ jay. how could you be so fucking dumb?” you muttered under your breath, lost in your world of anger and anxiety.

so lost that you didn't even the door open earlier. jay heard your words and rolled his eyes, deciding to make his presence known.

“if that's how i'm getting welcomed i might as well just go back outside.”

you snapped your head towards him, shocked to hear his voice and see him. he was drenched in water and was just waiting to see more of your reaction.

“if i wasn't so worried, i would have told you to go right back in the rain.” you said, closing your eyes while massaging your temples.

jay smirked from across the room, as you shot him a glare.

“be glad that i love you because if i didn't i would have absolutely killed you.” jay only laughed fondly as he watched your annoyed expression fade slowly.

심제이크 s.jk

now, you knew he didn't mean to not teem you where he was. he just forgot his phone, but you still couldn't help but let the fear and worry take over.

there was no way you could contact him and your anxiety levels sky-rocketed. you were imagining every scenario possible, but unfortunately most of them were far from positive.

you tried distracting yourself until jake arrived but the thought of hum leaving you or disappearing was always at the back of your mind and it made it hard for you to enjoy a minute of your time.

you stared at the ceiling, laid out on the couch, praying for jake to come fast; but the minutes only passed, and your dear boyfriend still wasn't here.

hours had passed and your worry could only increase as no signs of jake ever coming back were shown. the guilt was heavy and you only cried, in hopes that someone would grant your wishes and make jake come back to you.

deafened by the sounds of your own cries, holding tight onto your pillow, you didn't notice the person infront of you.

“baby, why are you crying?” he cooed, his heart breaking at the sad sight.

you slowly peaked at jake, cheeks tear-stained, eyes puffy and lips swollen.

you tried explaining yourself, but your babbles were incomprehensible, frustrating you in the process, therefore making you cry even more.

despite your words being less than clear, jake still got the message. he held you tightly as you let your tears fall free onto his shoulder, while apologising for everything and worrying you.

박성훈 p.sh

you were worried, you really were, but annoyance was dominating one in the mess of your heart. you felt bad for being quite agressive during you argument, but you were right after all. it didn't feel right for him to leave after being the one in the wrong.

despite it feeling unfair, you still loved sunghoon very much, and you tried reaching out to him in every way you had. when non eof that worked, you only got more annoyed. to you, he had a certain audacity to act this way and then leave without saying a word.

you felt bitter as you looked at your phone's screen. you clicked your tongue before choosing to occupy yourself with some fun activities, not wanting to think about sunghoon any second more.

after a while, you had started to get tired and settled for watching whatever shows were proposed to you on the tv, having nothing else better to do.

the second you heard the door click, you frowned, miffed by sunghoon's behaviour. you continued watching tv. not wanting to pay any attention to your boyfriend. you were upset and all you wanted to hear was apologies from him.

the corner of your eyes caught a tall figure approaching you, but you quickly went back to the tv.

“hey” sunghoon called out, “if you hadn't noticed yet, i'm back.”

you rolled your eyes, not answering him.

“i wanted to say that i'm sorry. i know you were right now, and i wanted to apologise for the way i treated you earlier.” he said looking at you sincerely.

a silence filled the room as you weren't totally satisfied with his apology.

“and uh, i'm sorry for not texting you back when you were looking for me.”he said with a visible uncertainty.

you shook your head before finally speaking up, “it's alright, i'm getting tired, let's just go to sleep.”

sunghoon nodded as you lead the way.

김선우 k.sn

you panicked. not knowing what to do, what was going to be your next move. you tried cackling yourself down, but sunoo being out, into the late hours of the night, was sending your brain into overdrive.

you frenetically tried to contact him but you were only met the voice box, adding frustration to the mix.

you sat down, to collect yourself before acting impulsively. in the end, you grabbed your coat and ran out of the door in the search of your partner.

you knew it wasn't safe for you to be out either, but the thought of losing sunoo was horrifying. you looked through every street you knew of, all while dialing every number that might know where your boyfriend might be.

on the verge of tears, after receiving multiple times the advice of waiting for sunoo at home, you decided to follow the piece of advice, and went home defeated.

you sat on chair, face buried in your hands for about a minute before you heard the door open. your head snapped in the direction of sound immediately, you made eye contact with sunoo as a wave of relief hit you.

you sighed and bit your lip, not letting a single tear slip away.

“gosh damn it. sunoo, i know we argued but please, for the love of god, don't ever do this again or i might die of a heart attack.”

still infront of the door, sunoo scratched his said, feeling guilt.

“i'm sorry, i just got distracted by the scenery on my way. i didn't mean to take so much time.”

you took a look at him, having seriously missed him. you opened your arms wide, as to invite him for a hug, he rushed to you, and you couldn't help but smile.

“god i missed you.” you told him, glad to have him back at your sides.

양정원 y.jw

too upset to say anything, you let jungwon storm out of the house. you figured, he'd come back soon enough, knowing the bad weather and the cold outside.

hours passed, and you still hadn't seen or heard of jungwon and his little escapade. you had argued pretty badly, it was undeniable, but did it justify him disappearing into the cold winter nights?

it was less than safe, and not knowing where he was or how he was doing was troubling you to say the least.

you weren't exactly sure what to do, the safest option was for you to stay home and try to wait patiently for him, but you also wanted to look out for him, though that would have probably gotten you scolded by jungwon.

you slowly opened the front door, and as soon as the cold wind hit you, you quickly closed it, deciding that staying was the wiser option.

to make time go faster, you thought about you would apologise for being rude during the argument. unfortunately, it didn't keep you distracted long enough, and you were soon back to worrying.

you bit your cheek as you looked at your phone, you tried sending a message again, knowing that you weren't going to get any response from your boyfriend.

by that point, you felt like crying and giving up on any chance of ever seeing your partner again.

before any tears could flow, the door opened.

“y/n, are you awake?” jungwon asked as he closed the door behind him.

he made his way to the living room, not hearing any response from you. he stopped in his tracks when he saw your livid face, eyeing him up and down.

jungwon soon understand the reason for your expression and started apologising.

“look i'm really sorry for not communicating with you... i know you must have been worried, but i just needed some space for a while you know?” he explained.

not satisfied and too tired to argue, you told him “forget it, i'm going to sleep.” before excusing yourself, without giving him a second glance.

西村力 n.rk

you were fuming, both because of the argument and because of your lack of knowledge on riki's whereabouts.

you were spamming him furiously, hoping that you'd atleats get a seen from him, but nothing. it was angering you, but as time went on, you rage was getting replaced by worry.

what could he even be doing outside, alone, in this freezing weather? it wasn't particularly late, but the sun set down early, and it was already dark outside despite the time being only 6pm.

still no signs of life from riki, you grabbed your warmest winter clothes and hopped outside, searching for your boyfriend.

the christmas lights, brightly illuminated the streets and made it easier for you to look for riki.

your nose reddened as you walked through the busy streets, losing hope of seeing your partner, the place being so crowded.

you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you quickly grabbed it to see what was up. you frowned when you saw messages from an unknown number, but you still opened it.

it was a message from riki saying that his phone died, and that he'll be back at home in about 20 minutes.

you didn't even bother answering and you hurried back home, not wanting him to worry after not seeing you.

you didn't even get the chance to sit down that riki flung the door open, scaring you a little.

“oh my goodness, you scared the shit out of me.” you exclaimed.

“oh sorry, i didn't mean to.”

silence took place, but your boyfriend decided to break it.

“i really wanted to tell you where i was but my phone had no battery, so i had to ask for strangers phone...”

he looked sincere, and all the anger and frustration you had previously went away.

“it's okay, don't sweat it. now that i know that you're safe and sound, that's all that matters.” you reassured him, a small smile creeping on your face.

“to make you forgive me for earlier, i bought us food!” he said, beaming, as he presented you the food.

“oh how much i love you” you told him, going to hug him.

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[sethsclearwater]

request: “hi i love your writing! can i request a sethxreaderxpaul where the reader has had a super stressful day or something and breaks down crying and the boys comfort her?”

warnings: mentions of reader forgetting to eat (it’s like 2 lines)

word count: 1.88k

…

your day started off pretty shitty if you were being blunt. both of your boyfriends were gone when you woke up and you weren’t entirely sure where they went to but assumed it had something to do with patrol so you’d shrugged it off and got up to get ready for work only to find out that you’d started your period sometime during the night and bled through your bedsheets.

by the time you had thrown the sheets in the washing machine and gotten ready for work, you were already running late. you worked at the same community college as emily, except you taught english while she taught art. your first class was anxiously waiting for you when you got in, only for all of you to quickly find out that your laptop wouldn’t turn on and you weren’t able to teach anything you had planned. 

you quickly dismissed the class and spent the rest of the day grading papers while the tech guys attempted to figure out what was going on with your computer. emily popped by your office towards the end of the day, smiling when she realized you had hung up some of the art she had given you.

“everything alright? i heard your first class was terrible.” she joked, taking a seat at the chair in front of your desk and you nodded, rolling your eyes. 

“i don’t think today could have gone any worse.” you explained exasperatedly, both of you letting out breathy laughs as you sat back and took a moment to process just how awful everything was.

emily offered you a soft smile, “well i don’t know if you saw but they’re telling everyone to leave early because of the storm coming through tonight. you want me to drop you off at your apartment?” she suggested thoughtfully and you nodded, not needing any further convincing to go home and chill out. 

you quickly packed your stuff up and followed emily out to her car watching the dark sky wearily, knowing the storm tonight was supposed to be awful. while you drove back to emily’s house, sam called and she picked up with the bluetooth in her car, “hey sam,” emily smiled, “i’m just dropping y/n off at her apartment then am coming back.” she started, already anticipating he’d be asking when she was going to be coming home.

while the two of them talked, you leaned against the window, watching as the rain slowly started to come down, the thunder and lightning letting you know the storm would likely be hitting in the next 30 minutes or so. soon enough she had pulled up to your apartment and you two quickly said your goodbyes before you ran into the apartment. 

seth and paul still weren’t back and you started regretting not listening to sam and emily’s conversation in the car, figuring you would’ve known more if you would have. you threw you bags down on the kitchen table before heading into the bathroom to take a bath. 

you pulled your hair into a bun before lighting a candle, kicking your clothes off, and quickly getting into the tub, the warm water instantly helping with your period cramps and stress. you grabbed your phone, putting on some adele before setting your phone to the side and closing your eyes. 

you had about 5 minutes of peace before you heard the front door open and close followed by seth and paul’s voices complaining about how horrendous the rain was. you groaned, sinking further into the tub as you remembered you never put the sheets back on the bed. 

“what the fuck-” paul groaned, also quickly realizing the sheets were missing from the bed. seth seemed to be the less frustrated of the two as he headed into the bathroom, clicking the lights on. “why is adele playing?” he continued, groaning before seth cut him off.

“jesus christ y/n!” seth yelled, clearly startled that you were in there. paul came in a few moments later, also looking just as confused as seth to see you in the bathroom. 

“for fuck’s sake seth turn the lights off.” you whined, throwing your arm over your eyes as you waited for your boyfriend to click the lights off, “you’re a supernatural shapeshifter how did you not know i was in here?” you continued, feeling awfully close to losing your shit.

seth let out a soft sigh before he sat down at the edge of the tub, “‘m sorry pretty girl. i didn’t know you were in here.” he cooed, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before getting back up. with the lights off, you took your arm off your eyes so you could see both of your boyfriends lit by the candlelight who also looked just as stressed out as you.

“‘m sorry,” you murmured to seth who was quick to forgive your outburst a few moments ago, offering you a smile as he bent down to press a kiss to your lips before getting back up, “i’m taking it everyone had a bad day?” you asked softly, all three of you letting out breathy laughs as you each processed how horrible each of your days went. 

paul turned the shower on, quickly kicking off his sweatpants as he got in the shower. “you want some company?” seth asked you as he pulled his clothes off as well and you nodded, shifting so seth could get in behind you. you quickly leaned against his chest, allowing him to rub at your shoulders.

“you wanna talk about it?” paul asked from behind the now steamed-up shower glass and you just sighed. 

“i mean-” you started, instantly bursting into tears as you finally let your emotions out for the first time all day.

seth sighed, scooping you up so he could hold you close to his chest, “pretty girl,” seth murmured, “you’re okay.” he reassured, holding your head close to his chest while you cried it out for a minute. 

paul quickly picked up on what was happening, “princess,” he said softly from his spot in the shower, “did something happen?” he asked and you shook your head, just curling further into seth’s chest.

you sniffled, taking a deep breath before deciding to try and tell them what went down, “literally everything went wrong.” you sniffled again, “i started my period this morning, bled through the sheets, my cramps are horrible, i was late to work, my computer broke, and then couldn’t teach. it was horrible.” you explained and seth nodded, gently brushing the tears away from your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“oh pretty girl,” seth murmured, sliding one of his hands down to your hip so he could gently massage the tense muscles on your lower back, “did you eat anything today?” he asked softly and you shook your head, now realizing that you had been so frustrated all day that you managed to completely forget to eat anything. 

paul sighed, turning the shower off and drying himself off, “you wanna order takeout? i’m not in any kind of mood to be cooking right now.” he asked and you nodded, smiling a bit when he bent over to press a kiss to your forehead before grabbing his phone and calling your favorite local chinese restaurant to place an order. 

“you feeling a little better?” seth asked softly and you nodded, cupping his face with your hands so you could press a kiss to his lips, your silent way of thanking him for calming you down.

he smiled, “why don’t we get you into bed, yea? then we can watch some HGTV.” he offered and you nodded, allowing him to help you up and out of the tub. he took his time drying you off and helping you into your pajamas before escorting you into the bedroom where paul was laid down. he had apparently gotten the sheets out of the dryer while seth was helping you as the sheets looked good as new without your period blood on them. 

when paul noticed you, he opened his arms, allowing you to crawl on top of him, quickly wrapping his arms around you, “you had a bad day too?” you mumbled into his chest, both boys letting out soft laughs. 

“horrible. maybe even worse than yours.” paul teased as seth crawled in next to you, gently running his hand up and down your back as you let out a soft laugh. 

“that bad?” you asked, peeking up at paul and then over to seth, both of them nodding, “well are you gonna tell me about it?” 

both boys let out soft laughs, “your bestie emmett accidentally crossed the river while we were chasing that vampire and it turned into a whole debacle for nothing.” seth explained, “i seriously didn’t think anyone took that treaty seriously anymore but apparently we do.” he sighed, all three of you letting out laughs at the stupidity of how horribly all of your days went. 

“your cramps feeling any better?” paul asked softly and you nodded, letting out a soft sigh of relief as he kneaded his fingers against your love handles. 

a knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts for a moment and seth got up, “just the takeout guy.” paul reassured, pressing a kiss ot your forehead as seth went to grab your order from the door.

he came back a few moments later and paul sat up with you, “i can’t believe you haven’t eaten anything all day,” seth started, handing you a spoon and box of your favorite fried rice.

paul nodded, taking one of the other boxes from seth, “no wonder you’re upset. period, no food, and a bad day?” he teased and you giggled, sighing happily as you finally got some food in your system. 

“there you go. you’re not teaching tomorrow right?” seth asked and you shook your head, offering him a bite of your fried rice which he gladly took.

“good, we’ll be here all day too. sam said the storm is supposed to be getting bad later tonight and isn’t supposed to let up until tomorrow night so we can stay here, yea?” he suggested thoughtfully and you nodded, happy to hear that the three of you could just have a relaxing day tomorrow instead of more chaos. 

the three of you quickly settled into bed, finishing your fried rice while seth turned on HGTV for you to watch while you wound down for the night. “sleepy?” seth asked, taking your takeout box from you and setting it down on the nightstand while you laid down, resting your head in his lap while paul continued to knead at your lower back with his free hand.

you nodded, “go to sleep then princess, we’ll be here.” paul cooed and you didn’t need to be told twice, closing your eyes and quickly drifting off in between the two of them, finally happy to get some sleep after the long day.

#poly!sethxreaderxpaul #poly!paulxreaderxseth #seth clearwater #paul lahote #seth clearwater imagine #paul lahote imagine #seth clearwater blurb #paul lahote blurb #twilight #twilight imagine #the twilight saga #sam uley #emily young #jared cameron #quil ateara #embry call x reader #embry call #seth clearwater x reader #paul lahote x reader #seth clearwater smut #paul lahote smut #seth clearwater fluff #paul lahote fluff #jacob black #leah clearwater #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale

[genvaddict]

Gen V and the V is for Vendetta Pt. 2

After the 15 minute walk back to the dorms from dusties the group parted ways. Marie accompanied Jordan to their room and just as they entered the room, door barely closed all the way Marie spun around in a fury.

“Jordan what the fuck was that?!” She asks. 

“What the fuck was what Marie? Is it a crime to stand up and protect your girlfriend now? I’m so sorry for breaking the law. sad face mean it.” jordan says sarcastically.

Marie was annoyed by the earlier altercation but Jordan’s smart ass remarks were actually enraging her now. 

“Jordan you don’t think about the consequences you can face. He is the deans son first off and second you know he pushes your buttons to get any kind of reaction in hopes to ruin your ranking and third you didn’t let me get a word in. I appreciate your need to protect me. It goes both ways but there are some battles you and I can fight ourselves.” Marie stated irritated.

Jordan stumbles “I-I know Marie I’m-“

“You’re what?!” Marie raised her voice from frustration.

“Jesus Christ Marie I’m sorry ok! You’re right but the way he was degrading you just sent me to another level. I couldn’t even think straight I was so fucking pissed.” Jordan confesses. 

Marie sighs “I get it but he is my partner on a project. He’s someone I am going to have to work with. That should’ve been my moment to set him straight and lay down boundaries.” 

“You’re right ok. I’m waving the white flag. I lost my temper and I need to do better.” Jordan says. 

“Thank you that’s all I wanted.” Marie says reaching out to pull Jordan in for a hug. 

Marie’s hands wrap around Jordan’s wider physical form and she rests her head under their chin. 

Jordan pulled her in tighter and kissed the top of her head. 

After a few beats of silence they ask “So does that mean we’re going to see him multiple days this week?”  

Marie leans back and looks up to see Jordan’s head tilted to the side like they’re contemplating what days they have available to tag along.

“NO! You two literally just tried to kill each other. You need to be 100 feet apart at all times and I need you to trust me.” Marie says softly leaning in pressing her lips quickly to Jordan’s. 

Jordan breaks the kiss professing  “I do trust you. I have 100% faith in you but unfortunately it’s the entitled asshole I don’t trust.”  

“Well do you want me to tell him the legendary story of how Rufus has to piss sitting down now?” Marie says grinning ear to ear.

“I’m going to be like hey! back off before that becomes you!” Marie says jokingly while lifting her hands in a defense position. 

Jordan chuckles then pulls Marie in to whisper between kisses into her forehead and cheeks “you’re the most sweetest, prettiest, badass girl I’ve ever met. I don’t know how I got so lucky Moreau.” 

~~~~

The next day Jordan woke up missing the presence of Marie next to them. They had rolled over and saw the sticky note Marie left on their pillow.

Hey sleepy head. Left early this morning for class. Miss you already! Meet for coffee at 11? Text me if that works 🖤 marie

Jordan couldn’t help but reread the note again with the dopiest smile. they then heard the pinging of their phone. Grabbing the vought phone they see it’s a message from cate. 

Cate: Hey. Talk after our crime fighting class k. Don’t try to book it! 

Greattttt they forgot about her wanting a talk with them about last nights shenanigans too. 

Jordan rolled their eyes as they went through their closet focused on dressing their smaller frame. Ugh todays going to be a long one. 

~~~~

Just as crime fighting let out cate had already caught Jordan before they could even leave the class. 

“Ready for that talk?” cate asked surprisingly chipper.

“No” Jordan responded shortly.

“Well too damn bad. We can talk and walk.” Cate said.

As they take off into the narrow hallways Jordan sighs “whatever you’re going to say Moreau probably already beat you to it ok. I’m short tempered, It was her fight not mine, and be smarter about where I beat the dean’s son’s ass.”

“I almost agreed til the last part.” Cate grinned. 

“Ok that wasn’t exactly what she said but how I would say it.” Jordan laughed. 

“Jordan if I wasn’t there you could have got into serious trouble and honestly we potentially still could if his memory starts to come back or we missed erasing someone’s phone. You’re number 2. Telling you to be smarter is the nicest way of putting it. Don’t jeopardize your future because of jealousy or insecurity or whatever the hell it is. Ok?” Cate says with a serious tone. 

“Yeah ok you’re right. It’s just I’ve never felt like this with anyone other than Marie. She gets everything about me and accepts me for me and well to be honest I can’t stand the thought of anyone disrespecting her or threatening what we have especially that little shit.” Jordan says releasing a deep sigh. 

“Don’t tell Andre or Luke about this talk either.” Jordan sternly says. “I’m serious.”

“Ok ok no need to get worked up because Jordan Li s finally wearing their heart on their sleeve.” Cate teased. “I won’t tell a soul scouts honor.” 

“You weren’t even a fucking Girl Scout.” Jordan says rolling their eyes with a grin as they walk off from cate to go meet Marie at jitterbean.

~~~~

As Jordan rounds the corner to get to jitterbean they immediately spot Marie in khaki cargo pants with a tan crop top and her locs in a half up half down style. Jordan could feel that stupid grin spreading on their face at the sight of her. The grin disappeared almost as fast as it had materialized when they realized who was next to her talking it up. Fucking Daxton. Jordan had to do a quick breathe in breathe out and remind themselves that Daxton doesn’t even remember the altercation they got in at Dustie’s. It still doesn’t help that they know he admitted he wants Marie but who wouldn’t she’s legit the hottest girl on campus, no scratch that in the world. Jordan releases a deep sigh remembering they promised Marie and Cate they would be on their best behavior with this world class jackass. 

Jordan pastes the biggest fakest smile as they approach “Heyyyyy babe.” They say as they approach Marie and give her a kiss on the cheek. They side eye Daxton and leave it at that.

“Nice to see you too jordan.” Daxton says sarcastically. 

“Heyyyy Daxton saw me in line and came over to ask about us scheduling times to meet. Glad I have a partner who doesn’t play about school work.” Marie says as fast as she can trying to cut the tension. 

Before either one can reply Marie hurriedly says “But Daxton yes the library tonight at 6 works for me. I’ll see you then.” 

Daxton’s eyebrows raise at the dismal. “Ok cool can’t wait for our study date.” He says smugly looking at Jordan before turning on his heels and heading off. 

Jordan grits their teeth and involuntarily clenches their fist in annoyance.

“IT’S NOT A DATE GROW UP!” Marie exasperatedly shouts. “Jordan ignore him. He doesn’t remember the fight or anything he’s just being an ass.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you? I don’t want him to make you feel uncomfortable or anything.” Jordan asks before pulling Marie in for a hug. 

Marie returns the hug pulling Jordan’s more petite frame in tighter and giving a quick peck while trying to ignore the bystander’s who pulled out their phones to capture the moment.

“I’ll be ok weirdly he only acts like this when you’re around. I genuinely don’t believe he’s into me. I think it’s just to get under your skin and unfortunately he can tell it’s working.” Marie sighs.

“Marie I think you’re being a little naive on this one. The way he looked at you at the party was full of desire like the creepy guy at a gas station kind of desire. So fuck yeah it’s a little alarming.” Jordan says frowning. 

“I don’t think I am and I can handle it. Ok?” Marie asks while nuzzling Jordan’s nose.  

“Alright.” Jordan responded less enthusiastically. 

MarieJordan  your order is up! 

Marie leads Jordan with intertwined hands to grab their orders.

“I’m glad I got to see you before my next class” Marie says leaning in for a kiss. 

 Jordan met halfway lips full of longing and want for this moment to never end.

Marie broke apart “ok I’ll probably see you tonight after my library session with Daxton.“ 

Jordan rolled their eyes “I’m serious babe if he steps one foot out of line let me know.” 

Marie yells “I will! Promise!” As she turns to head to her next class. 

~~~~~

It was 6:10pm. Marie had already found a table in the quiet section of the library and laid the notes for the project out. Daxton was 10 minutes late. Typical. Marie hears a sudden shuffling sound from behind. “Sorry I’m late” Daxton says as he pulls the chair out to sit in. He looked a bit more disheveled than normal. His normally slicked blonde hair more so resembled bed head and the bags were heavy under his eyes.

“Hey this might sound weird but is your memory kinda hazy from the party this past weekend?” Daxton asked hesitantly. 

“I mean it was a party at dustie’s filled with alcohol and drugs. Whose memory isn’t hazy?” Marie says keeping her eyes on the papers sprawled out on the table. 

Daxton hesitates “Yeah I guess —“

“Let’s focus. I don’t want to be here all night. We have 3 pages to fill with Who is an ethical hero and why.” Marie cuts him off trying to change the subject. 

“Yeah ok sorry” Daxton mumbles.

~~~~

They were 2 hours in at the library and an hour away before the library would close. 

“Daxton you have actually been tolerable and respectful. Why are you the complete opposite anytime Jordan’s around?” Marie asked inquiringly. 

Daxton smirked then said with a shrug “I personally can’t stand their smugness and rude attitude. So I just give it back ten fold.” 

“Yeah well Jordan has the right to be that smug they worked really hard to get to #2. The attitude is…well. They wouldn’t be Jordan without the attitude. Get over it and stop bringing me into you two’s bullshit rivalry.” Marie responds bluntly. 

“I am sorry for that.” Daxton blushes in response. 

Marie scoffs “that’s hard to believe.” 

“No really. I-I mean you’re obviously attractive but I shouldn’t make you uncomfortable. You know the study date thing was a joke.” Daxton responds looking down. 

“Well I didn’t find it funny. I’ll accept your apology if it never happens again. If it does happen again I’ll blow your balls off. Understand?” Marie asked staring Daxton down. 

Daxton’s eyes widen and he stutters out “ye-yes damn Marie. I’m sorry.” 

A familiar laugh rings out from the bookshelves nearby and all Marie could do was rub her head to try to help the headache this entire situation was giving her. 

Daxton pushed back his chair to follow the laugh to find who Marie already knew it to be. Jordan Li whose face was bright red from trying to hold in their laugh with a book resting open against the highest shelf in their taller form. 

“Really you’re this threatened by me?” Daxton said crossing their arms with a smirk. “I can’t blame you , I too would be threatened if my competition looked like…well me.”

“Fuck off dickhead.” Jordan spat. 

Daxton cocked his head to the side with narrowed eyes “what did you just say?” He asked. 

“You fucking heard me.” Jordan snapped. 

“You-you’ve said that before.” Daxton mumbles in realization. 

“Wha-“ Jordan starts before he is cut off from the mini fireballs Daxton sends flying at their face. 

As Jordan’s arms go up in a defensive position they hear Marie’s voice ringing out “IN THE FUCKING LIBRARY??? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!” 

Notes: I was planning on this being only 2 chapters but it might wrap up in the 3rd chapter 💛

#limoreau #marie moreau #jordan li #cate dunlap

[hyukaphobicsworld]

Save a horse, and ride a cowboy.

You and Yeonjun are extremely good friends. And fuck buddies. He gives you keys to his house, you let him fuck you anytime he’s in distress or agony. But you guys can be comfortable fucking and having no strings attached.

One day, while he was on tour in Korea, you waited upon his presence in his nice, separate apartment. He was finally away from the member so every time you showed up there would either be loud laughs from his dorm or loud moans. You saw he came around 2:30 am-ish. You looked at the door as you heard keys jingle to be met with… Billy Ray Cyrus?

No. It was Yeonjun. “Jesus fucking Christ! I thought you were some stranger!” Yeonjun exclaimed. “Well that makes the two of us. The fuck are you wearing?” You asked jokingly and he rolled his eyes while taking off his shoes. “A MOA gave me this hat so I put it on and took it home.” He shrugged. “Did they also give the whole outfit? Or was that a suggestion? Because there is no way you put that shit on willingly” you laugh at him and he flips you off.

“What are you even here for?” He asked. You know exactly what you here for.

———————————————————————————————————————

“Ah fuck” Yeonjun moaned. Your bodies rolled together as you both moaned. Both of his hands gripped onto your waist, guiding you on his cock. “Oh god yes!” You moaned out. You bit you lips while touching his chest. You rubbed his red and hard pepperoni nipples and watched him whimper under your touch. He still had the stupid cowboy hat. Which yes, he looked good as hell with it on. It was like watching a Texas cowboy being whipped for you. You took the hat off his head and put it on yours as you rode his cock.

He was like a dumb dog. A dumb dog in heat. He watched the pornographic scene happen right in front of his eyes. Closed eyes, while your body rolls. You gripped his arm for stabilization as you moaned. “Look so fucking good riding my cock like that,” He groaned while smirking. “Go on cowgirl. Save a horse, ride your cowboy.” And with that, your movement was way faster. You hissed at how aggressive your hips moved over his stupid words. “My cowboy” You muttered back as you both cried in pleasure, soo to reach ecstasy.

“Ah, I’m close.” You notified Yeonjun and his hands came to stop your movement. He lifted your body slightly, his cock still in you. He took you by the hips and thrusted into you. “Holy shit ah!” His hips were faster than yours. Say thank you to those fucking dance classes and pure talent. “Cum for me, doll.”

Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy and you came, releasing your white juice on his cock. And as for Yeonjun, he came a little bit after you. You got off of him and lied right beside him. He laughed and you laughed with him. “Yet you were judging me for it.” He said, flicking the cowboy hat. It’s true. It seems you have.. grown to it. “Yeah, well it looks sexier on me more than you. So.” You made an excuse while shrugging your shoulders. Yeonjun laughed, giving you a knowing look. You crawled into his chest and he wraps his arms around you

The reason it stays strictly platonic or strictly just fucking is because he’s still trying to win over Chaewon’s heart. But I think he just won someone else’s heart in the process with just one stupid cowboy hat.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

#I’m so obsessed with the cheating smuts #its fucking insane #txt smut #yeonjun #cowboy

[astorytotellyourfriends]

I have two prompts so you can pick (or do neither if they aren’t your vibe lol)

1. Chrissy and Eddie’s first time and she’s really nervous and he makes her feel better.

2. 10 year class reunion and Eddie and Chrissy haven’t seen each other since graduation when they were almost something~

ok ok ok ok so listen

number 2 is more or less what i have planned for the second chance au i posted about the other day so i'm not gonna do it BUT i love that you want this!!! i promise i'll post it eventually (bc rn it's looking like it will not win the poll lmfao)

so i will instead write you a lil something for the first prompt 💛

Eddie's got a big mouth, everyone knows this. He's not afraid to speak his mind about anything, any day of the week. Right now, his mouth is otherwise occupied, so it's his internal monologue is rambling like there's no tomorrow and for the first time probably ever in his life, Eddie wishes he would just shut up.

Concentrate on what you're doing shut up god she's so fuckin' pretty and fuuuuuck her hands feel good jesus christ I'm so hard I'm so fucking hard god is this really gonna happen am I really about to fuck Chrissy fucking Cunningham oh my god oh my god oh my-- wait what

Chrissy freezes underneath him and Eddie immediately pulls back, his blood running cold as he stares down at her with worry.

"Are you okay?" he whispers between breaths.

"Y-Yeah..." Chrissy nods her head but she can't seem to keep her eyes fixed on Eddie's for more than a second, making him unsure whether to actually believe her.

"You sure?"

She squeaks as she nods again, but now she's shaking and Eddie feels like he's about to crumble into dust.

"Chrissy," he murmurs as he slides off to one side, cupping her cheek as she quickly turns towards him.

"Don't, I'm-- I'm okay--"

Her voice catches and Eddie pulls her close, kissing the side of her head as he rubs his hand up and down her bare back. His fingers catch against the strap of her bra but he ignores it as he closes his eyes and wills his own body to just calm down.

"It's okay," he whispers, "we don't have to--"

"I want to," she insists with a sniffle, turning her face and nudging her nose against his jaw. "I do, I'm just..."

"Nervous?"

"Yeah," she whispers weakly. Eddie chuckles.

"It's okay," he repeats, drawing his hand back up to cup her cheek as he gently shifts their positions so they're face to face once more. "We can go as slow as you need to, baby."

"You sure?"

Chrissy looks up at him with wide, shining eyes. His heart feels torn between shattering into a million pieces and swelling up so big his chest can't contain it; he loves her so fucking much.

"Promise. Whatever you want, okay?"

"Okay," she says with a slow breath. Eddie rubs his thumb across the bow of her cheek and she slowly starts to smile, bringing a similar one to his face too.

She tilts her head, brushing her lips against his in a soft kiss, and giggles.

"I love you."

Eddie groans, kissing her a little harder. "I love you, too."

#hellcheer #eddissy #chrissy x eddie #hellcheer headcanons #hellcheer fic #answered #Anonymous

[stacotto]

Ok, wow, that episode was soooooooooo fucked up™ and I have so many thoughts™.

First off, absolutely heartbreaking to see Suletta throw herself into The List and taking care of the Greenhouse to cope with the fact that she just lost everything and she blames herself for it all (which hits really fucking close). She thinks she deserves it and I just wanna reach through the screen and tell her it's not her fault at all.

Lauda is still emotionally constipated and can't express gratitude without insulting someone in the process.

Shaddiq really out here proving why the emblem for Grassley Defense Systems is a snake, the bastard. Really hope he dies at Guel's hand, the Akihiro vs. Iok vibes are strong here.

Schwarzette was a Jeturk machine to no one's surprise, origin is cool though, Vim making it behind the scenes (likely ever since cutting a deal with Prospera all the way back in episode 2). I get the feeling Suletta's going to be the one fielding it first.

So two things that really stuck out to me during the Backroom Trio scene, 1). the fact that Peil has an AI decide who's who gives me such Destiny Plan vibes and makes the four CEOs that much creepier, and 2). El5n and Norea need to just bang already.

On Mio's plan to use Aerial as a symbol of de-escalation, I think Luke Skywalker said it best: "This is not going to go the way you think"

And of course, the big reveal: Suletta, and the eleven other consciousnesses inhabiting the GUND bits, are all clones of Eri - the bits to expand her consciousness and autonomy, and Suletta herself to act as an interface to the physical plane. It was legitimately heartbreaking to see that Suletta was effectively "born" the day Eri "died", which horrifyingly reveals that Elnora didn't suddenly just snap the moment Eri's body gave out - she saw it coming and prepared ahead of time. Jesus fucking Christ.

I have thoughts about Eri rejecting Suletta. She's clearly coming from the same "cruel to be kind/break her heart to save her" place as Miorine - she never wanted Suletta to be an accessory to Prospera's revenge from the get-go - but y'all keep throwing her out without a lifeline, and banking on someone else picking up the pieces. I am curious though, to see exactly how much Eri cares about revenge; we know she's in on it - again, she just doesn't want Suletta involved - but from her PoV back in Cradle Planet, she made it seem like she had no choice but to go along with it, so that may provide an interesting turning point, we'll have to see.

There has to be a reason Secilia is on the other side of the confession booth therapy room, hopefully for more than just comedy.

That came out a little more rambly than I anticipated, but man, this episode was a wild ride.

#mobile suit gundam the witch from mercury #g-witch #suletta mercury #g witch #the witch from mercury #g-witch spoilers #miorine rembran #ericht samaya #g witch spoilers

[cathers-world]

jdkdmdj okay okay lol. i cant believe actually sent that ask omfg. people have read my thoughts welp i feel so exposed jgkfkdj i hope you liked it at least!

here is part 2.

cw pet play, unprotected sex, afab reader, p/v sex, edging, denial

"What is it that you want, darling? Use your words my pretty boy." You say playing with his hair and slowly rubbing his back. He whines, trying to force the words out of himself as his shyness begs him to stop, "I want you to fuck me, love. Please. I need to feel you around me. I need you so bad. I need to rut into you because it's the only way for my body do calm down. Please, I'll do anything, my love." He rushes the words out before hiding his face in your neck again.

"Fucking hell, Wil." You say now fully yanking his hair back, "You are driving me insane, pup." You say as you carsh your mouth into his.

He opens his mouth for your tongue, more than eager to get as close to you as humanly possible. You sit on his torso as you keep kissing him roughly. Drinking in his moans and whimpers as he holds your hips oh so firmly.

"You are planning on bruising me, love?" You laugh as you let go of his hair and sit up, looking at the beautiful boy under you. "Yes!" He says without hesitation, "You are mine after all." He smiles up at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. The way he freely expresses himself is gonna be the death of you one day, it's so hot it's almost painful.

As much as you want to melt into him and tell him that you are indeed his and always will be, you can't let the pup get too confused about who's in charge.

"That I am, baby. But you didn't ask for permission to mark me puppy. I thought you were my good boy?" You say with as much pity in your voice as you can muster. His face drops, the smile fading away from his lips.

You hold his gaze as you reach around your hips and grab his hands with yours. "Now I guess, I have to do something about these since you are not gonna be obedient hmmm?" You say with a smirk, getting close enough to his face to kiss him but booping his nose with yours instead. Pretty pups deserve to be played with after all, and god knows he is so fun to tease.

He groans, wanting your mouth on his but knowing better than to disobey and touch you without permission again. "I'm sorry, please. I just need you so bad." He whines against your lips only a breathe away from his. You can feel yourself getting even more wet. 'Fucking hell.'

"Hmmm you are so good at begging pup. Such a fun toy to play with." You say before sitting up straight again. You hold both of his wrists in one hand, and touch his face with the other. He sinks into your touch, his eyes closed, just enjoying you caressing his perfect face.

He could free his hands, you both know that. He could easily over take you and pin you under him. But he doesn't. Becuase he wants to be a good boy. Your perfect boy.

"Don't move your hands," You demand as you let go of his wrists. He doesn't move a muscle and just watches as you grab his jeans from the floor. "That's it. Such a good boy." You smile as you finally free the belt from the jeans they were connected to.

He moves his wrists until they are in front of you, knowing exactly what you are going to do already. "So eager to be all tied up for me, huh Wil?" You chuckle as you make a knot with his belt and secure his wrists in place. "Is it comfortable?" You ask sincerely, "It's perfect." He answers with a big smile. 'Jesus christ Wil' "Just like you, love." You coo at him and kiss him again.

"Hold the bed frame and do not let go until I tell you to okay?" You order and he nods, doing exactly as told.

You sit up, taking in the beautiful angel under you. His eyes glazed over, his mouth red from your kisses, his fingers grabbing the bed frame, his messy hair covering his nose.

"You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen Wil," You mutter out and watch as he whines at your words. He never knew he had such a soft spot for being praised until he met you. You never held back from telling him you find him attractive, and to his surprise, he never gets tired of hearing it either. He only craves it more as time goes on, a thirst that only grows worse with water.

"Thank you for already doing my job for me," You laugh as you gesture to his naked body, the only part covered being his bulge. You didn't have to check to know that his boxers were wet with precum. He had been denied for two weeks now, he was always leaking like the needy puppy he was.

"I was napping!" He laughs and rolls his eyes at you. "Fair enough, less work for me really." You smile back at him and kiss him softly. He is so easy to talk to, to joke with, even in a position like this. You feel so lucky to find someone that makes you feel so safe and calm.

You start traveling around his face, kissing it all over. You kiss his nose, his eyelids, his cheeks, and bite his ear lobe before moving to his neck.

He whines and humps the air under you as you are busy marking him. You bite into his neck and the soothe it with your tongue, smiling on his skin at the groans that leave his mouth. "Good boy, whine for me baby, I love your little needy noises."

He listens, he loves being your obedient pup after all. He whines and groans as you make a little neckless out of love bites all over his neck. "You are mine Wil, everyone needs to know that." The voice coming out of you almost startles you. It's so possessive. You are so possessive over him. He is Yours and only Yours.

You bite his collarbone before moving down to his chest. You lick his nipple dragging a long whine out of him before you start sucking on it. He bucks his hips up, so desperate for any friction whatsoever. It's been torture being always edged out and needy. But fuck does it feel good.

You let go of his nipple with a pop and then lightly blow on it, making Wil let out a low groan. You move to the other one, giving it the same love and attention. You feel the bed slightly shaking from Wil struggling under you and moving the bed frame trying to get his hands free to touch you.

You spend a while marking him up. Until his stomach is covered in hickeies, and he has drool dripping down his face from how needy he is.

You go up to kiss him, bringing him back to his senses again. "Baby please. I'll do anything. Please I need you so bad. Please." He begs into your mouth. "I can't take it anymore it hurts love. I need you please." And how can you deny him when he asks to nicely?

"Hmmmm, how about you show me just how much you want it first?" You whisper on his lips before you start licking and sucking on them. "Put that pretty mouth into some good use will you, pup?" You say as you sit back to take your clothes off.

"Fuck yes please fuck, let me make you feel good please." He begs and drools all over himself as he watches you take your pants and underwear off.

"Then be a good pup and clean up your mess Wil," You say as you sit on his face and start grinding on his lips. He opens his mouth and licks at your lips like a man starved. He moans as he tastes you and his eyes roll back into his head.

He whines and moans under you as he licks at your insides, cleaning you up and drinking all of your wetness before finally moving to your clit. You moan loudly and throw your head back at the sensation, "Yes, fuck yes baby, exactly like that."

Your moans are entangled with his, both of you lost in pleasure. And in each other. You reach your right hand to his on the bed frame, locking your fingers with his. Your other hand moves to his hair, holding his head in place as you start grinding down on his tongue harder.

Your moans grow even louder as you near your orgasm, the vibrations from Wil's groans only pushing you faster over the edge. You let out a silent scream as your throw your head back and cum on his tongue, your eyes rolling back into your skull as you collapse onto his face.

He laps at your insides and takes every drop you have to offer. He isn't gonna let anything go to waste. It's his favorite taste after all.

You gain your senses back after a few seconds and move to sit next to him. "You are so perfect you know that Wil? Making me feel so fucking amazing." You whisper as you kiss his hair.

"Please..." He begs again, and for the first time tonight, you take a look at his middle. His boxers are painfully stretched with an obvious line of precum visible on them.

"Needy baby. So good for me." You coo at him as you play with his hair. You move to untie his hands, he's earned it. You grab his hands in yours and kiss the belt marks on them. His eyes are closed, too blissed out and deep into subspace to keep them open.

You slowly move until you are next to his middle. He jolts a little as you loghtly touch on his dick and opens his eyes. "Shhhh it's okay. I'm here, love." You smile at him and he gives you a tired smile back. "You are amazing Wil," You say scanning his face, wanting to make sure you remember every birth mark and freckle there is to remember.

You kiss his happy trail and enjoy hearing his low groans. Once you reach his boxers, you slowly tug on them and Wil lifts his hips just enough for you to take them off. His dick comes out. Hard and needy for you. And oh so beautiful.

You reach down and kiss his tip and he lets out a loud whine. Too sensitive. Too overstimulated. Too needy.

You move up to his face again and kiss him deeply. "You've been such a good boy Wil, you deserve a reward. " You say as you move his face with yours until his body is half on top of yours.

Once the permission is given, he comes back to life. He groans into your mouth as he gets on top of you. "Mine." He says against your lips before kissing you, this time it's desperate and hungry. He needs you so bad.

You feel his tip at your entrance and you lift your hips, begging him to fill you up. He doesn't hesitate as he enters you and doesn't stop until he's bottomed out in you.

He connects your foreheads to each other and takes a shaky breathe. It's been two weeks since he's felt you around him and he feels like his body is on fire.

"You feel so good, love. You feel so fucking good." He whimpers against your lips. "I need you." He begs, still so obedient for you. Still needing your permission like a good boy. Your good boy.

"Move baby. I want to feel you pretty boy. I need you too." You say calmly to reassure him. He doesn't need to be told twice as he takes your mouth into a heated kiss and starts moving in and out of you.

Your eyes roll back and you hold onto to his back to ground yourself. It's too intense for both of you. Both needing to feel each other so bad. The need physically hurts. The best kind of pain there is.

You lock your legs behind him pushing him inside you even more. He moans into your mouth at the sensation of his tip lightly touching your cervix with every thrust. It feels so good.

You scratch his back, hard enough to break the skin. Little marks reminding him that he is yours and you are his. That only he can make you feel this good. And you are the only one making him this needy and obedient.

"Baby..." He whines, letting you know he is close. "Can I cum baby? fuck please, love." He begs. His thrusts getting more and more frantic as he nears his end but doesn't let go until he is told.

"Yes baby cum for me, such a good puppy asking for permission." You barely make out the sentence as your own orgasm builds up again. "Cum with me baby. Look how good I'm making you feel. Please cum with me." Wil pleads as he moves a hand in the middle of you two and rubs your clit.

You scream his name as pleasure washes over you, taking him even deeper inside of you as you cum. Your walls bruising him is all he needs to let go of his own orgasm. He cums inside of you, filling you up with his warmth as he manages to get a few more thrusts in before collapsing on top of you.

You hold him. Both of you still foggy and gone from your high.

He needs longer to calm back to his senses and you are more than willing to provide comfort for him as he floats back down to you. You rub his back trying to soothe him. "You are such a good boy for me, love. You made me feel so amazing, Wil." You coo in his hair.

Once his breathing slows down and his heartbeat steadies, you lightly push him off and out of you. He whines at the overstimulation before crawling into your side.

"I will be back, love." You kiss his cheek before going to the bathroom to pee and grab a damp cloth. You make sure to grab some water and a chocolate bar on your way back also.

You tiptoe back into the bed, "I'm just gonna clean you up a bit okay?" He nods with his eyes closed. You clean his middle and his chest throwing the cloth to the side afterwards.

"Some water?" You offer and he finally opens his eyes looking at you with so much love and adoration. He sits up on the bed, "Yes please." He smiles and grabs the bottle, downing half of it in one go. "And you have chocolate? I'm the luckiest man alive." He chuckles as he drags you in for a hug.

He breaks the hug to look at your face again, "I love you so much. You know that right?" He says caressing your face. "I love you too, Wil. More than anything else." You kiss him back.

hope yall enjoyed this...

I-

[a-zira-fell]

This post is a Work in Progress and will be edited.

The Second Coming

Jesus comes back in a Judgement Day kinda situation - some Good Omens thoughts

(Footnotes under readmore) (1)

1. Who is Jesus?

At the time of the setting of Season 3 (2026?), he should be in his mid thirties (2)

A carpenter? It seems in keeping with the humour and charme of GO that he may well be a carpenter

I don't care about Jesus's gender at all. Might be a guy, might be a girl, might be neither or both, but what i know for sure is that Jesus has to be queer (3)

2. His Parents

Son of a Carpenter and the 'Virgin Mary'

maybe their names are Joseph and Mary maybe not

Young couple just got pregnant (Jane the Virgin type situation?), decide to keep it, one time there was a weird posh guy who told her she would bear the Second Coming of the Son of God and she replied "I don't even want an abortion, man" and forgot about it (4)

Punk adjacent working class parents in the 90s

Atheist-raised Christ?

3. Jesus had a hell of a weird childhood

Sparks of divine energy at random times, often emotionally triggered

Brought objects to life and revived dead pets for friends

4. Good Omens tie-in

The events of GO 1 may have triggered something in him (5) and since then miracles happen more and more frequently and he's learning to control them

He finds himself speaking truths he can't quite wrap his own head around

There are still bursts that are linked to emotions, so sometimes it's not as easy to hide. With social media and all

It has attracted people to him, some of whon may see in him the Second Coming of Christ. It's true, he knows, but it feels like a dark secret because there is so much he doesn't understand

It's like a cult that he's barely a part of, yet he is the leader

5. His Environment

He's got this close circle of friends but twelve is a lot by those standards and it's mostly just hanging out with some of them at one time

There are few occasions with all of them present but it's always a good time.

Jesus doesn't have a favourite. He has some friends that are closer but everyone contributes to the group.

He still feels set apart from them all except:

6. Judas

is the boyfriend

Absolutely devoted to Jesus but also a natural born helper who puts the cause first and manages the budget of the group as organisers of protests or booths at pride

Crowley finds he is easy to tempt to do many things, but his resolve to protect Jesus is unwavering, temptations that involve Jesus in any way don't catch on Judas (6)

Jesus relies on Judas a lot. He's torn between his fate, this whole unknown side to the world, and Judas, his foot in the real world. His rock in the stormy sea.

7. Miscellaneous

Jesus has for sure taken apart a queerphobic booth next to a church once, at the far side of a Pride Event

He was drunk one summer night and came by a plum tree in someone's yard, plums not ripe just yet. He cussed it out half jokingly, forgetting about magic bursts. Then next day the tree is completely shrivelled up

Got thoughts about Jesus? 💌 (69)

(1) yeah, it's that kind of post

(4) is there one christ per generation? That never goes off bc it's never the time. Like a switch needs to be switched to activate the sleeper agent Christ within. (All humans are made the same. Anyone could be christ.

(2) to my knowledge (adequate) Christ's birth is placed ca 4-7 BC, making him 34-37 in 30 or even 37-40 in 33 ad where his main work that we usually know him from (not the carpentry) took place.

(3) I'll refer to Jesus as he in this post bc that's easier

- is there one woodworker's kid per generation, across the globe that is just Soooooooooo fucking weird?

- does Gabriel visit one mother per generation and activate a Jesus Gene or ...

(5) or was the book of life used to activate that?

(6) I am a firm believer in 'Judas tried to deescalate the situation in Jerusalem before Jesus could come to any harm by choosing the lesser of all evils, which to him seemed to be having Jesus arrested and locked up for the duration of Pesach.' This plan however, spectacularly backfired. He unknowingly sent humanity's God-approved sacrificial lamb exactly where it could be most effectively used. Poor sod. He was just in love and unaware of the power of a mimetic crisis.

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(69) This is the last footnote. Please step into my inbox 💌 with opinions and ideas. As I update this post, I will tag to credit ideas that weren't mine.

#good omens #the second coming #jesus #crowley #judas #quip #my writing #wip

[jenyifer]

Me: well you don’t have to post about Last Twilight for a couple reasons 1. You were sick on Friday so watched 1/4 in a nightmare fever dream at 5 am. 2. The August Day Plot annoyed you all weekend that it’s taken until Monday to force yourself to watch it. 3. Watching it on the tv because anything to make the awful bits go quicker

Also me: SHARE MARK PAKIN AND YOUR LOVE FOR NIGHT SHARE IT FROM THE ROOF TOPS JESUS CHRIST WHY HAVENT WE SEEN HIM IN EPISODES HOLY SHIT

I got a feeling Night reminded his mom of what day it was on Wednesday.

He says it’s from Mom but she gives me stuck up vibes I doubt she said that in relation Mhok being his care giver

Painful. The truth is not really. Day did tell Mhok something’s not great but I think they did show Night tried with Day and kept getting hard core rejected. I don’t think Night is terrible I think he’s doing his best. As I said many times before it’s hard af on your loved ones to watch you change. Can be with anything Cancer or any disability that grows over time. It gives your loved ones new perspective on you and their own lives. I don’t doubt Night wants what’s best for Day.

I do suspect Night fucked up at the beginning though. But Day always seemed like he was in competition. Day is actually the Younger brother. Night was willingly taking care of him until they hired Mhok. I notice his mom didn’t take off a ton of work for him. Doesn’t spend lots of time with Day. But I think Night tried he regretted whatever he said and wants Day to be happy and Healthy. He doesn’t want to be his brother’s villain

He’s crying because he is upset and relieved that Mhok CAN get that close to Day. I think Night wonders why a total stranger can be let into Day’s world but not him. If there is resentment it’d be there but Night has proven time and time again that he likes Mhok. I wish Mhok had talked to him about August cause I hate that guy. Bet Night has some stories on him.

Anyways long story short I love Night and I love Mark Pakin and I miss Nick. Thank you for coming to my Ramble.

#last twilight #last twilight the series #last twilight night #last twilight day #last twilight ep 6 #last twilight episode 6 #last twilight meta #I think this is meta #mark pakin #Jenny’s rambling

[libraryofneith]

Out of Mind - Chapter 5 (Joel Miller x Reader)

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Chapter 1  Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 

Summary: A training session with Joel goes awry. 

Warnings/tags for this chapter: [18+, minors DNI], fighting, mild gore, first infected yay, cussing {shock, horror}, descriptions of shooting but I know nothing of shooting a gun so I apologise if I got anything wrong, feel free to correct me.

Don't worry I won't tell. And FYI, it's nothin' to be ashamed of.

You

You wake to the feeling of something pressing repeatedly into your side. Is that a foot? You groan and swat whatever it is away.

"Get up ya lazy ass." The familiar growl cuts through your post-sleep fog.

"Joel?"

"Who else?" You sit up, rubbing your eyes.

"Everything OK?"

"Everything's fine, we're going for a little shooting practice." That's a surprise. All this time and he's never shown any interest in teaching you anything.

"Where's Tess?"

"She told me if I woke her up she'd feed me to the infected." You don't blame her. Tess rarely gets a day off, you and Joel both rely on her to keep things running smoothly. So that means you're finally getting some one on one time with Joel. Terrific.

A tense silence hangs between you two as you pick your way through the sewers out of the QZ. Surprisingly, Joel's the first to break it.

"You ever shot a gun before?"

"No."

"Seriously?"

You can't help but gape at the grass, the trees, the wispy layer of green, orange and yellow that seems to colour everything, you'd become so used to the browns and dusty greys of the inner city.

"It's not like I've never been near guns. Seen other people shoot em, just never done it myself." Joel casts you a furtive glance, clearly wondering what you mean, but doesn't push further. It's an unspoken rule in your peculiar little household not to probe into each other's pasts, and you're not exactly keen to volunteer your backstory. The silence resumes only more tense before until mercifully, the sewer line comes to an end and you're a safe distance from Boston.

"What's the matter? Ain't like you've never been outside the city." That much Joel knows about you. You used to roam inbetween places - with whom you still haven't shared - until you settled in Boston a few years ago.

"It's just been a while that's all." Joel allows you a few more moments gazing into the middle distance before reminding you there's a reason you're out here in the first place. He sets a tin can up on a nearby wall and gives you one simple objective: knock it down. Seems simple enough: safety off, take your stance, aim and... the bullet flies off embarrassingly far from the tin can.

"Impressive."

"Shut up."

"Your stance is all wrong."

"Well if you knew I was doing it wrong, why'd you let me humiliate myself?"

"To amuse me." His face is deadpan.

"Yes, I can tell how much you're amused."

"And you're not humiliating yourself. You've never done this before, no shame in failing the first time."

"Are you, Joel Miller, telling me I'm doing something right?"

"I, Joel Miller, am trying to teach you how to do something right. For once." And he's back. "Show me your stance again - no, not like that, your legs are too wide they're throwing your whole alignment off, ok now they're too close together-" Jesus Fucking Christ "try to keep them shoulder width apart."

"How am I meant to know the width of my shoulders?"

"You just feel it - there, that's better. Now, relax your shoulders, your gun will feel it if you're nervous..."

"I'm not nervous."

"Fine. Your gun will feel it when you're totally relaxed-" you can hear the eyeroll in his voice "just don't get so tense. Ok, now aim, look at where you want the bullet to go."

"Oh is that how you aim? Looking where you want the bullets to go?"

"Just do it. Ok, whenever you're ready... fire." This one is somehow even further than the last. "You get too excited when you pull the trigger, you jerk and it throws your aim off."

"Sorry, I'm still getting used to this."

"You gotta get used to this, practice aiming every day until the gun feels right in your hand, like it's a part of you. Try again."

You try, and you miss again."

"I can't do it."

"Yeah, everyone knows if you don't get it the first three times you're not gonna get it at all."

"Funny."

"Here just let me show you..." Then he's standing behind you, his arms on yours as he guides your body into the right stance. You try to keep focused on the target and not how warm he feels encompassing you, the press of his back on yours, his breath on your neck...

"Ok now just relax..." easier said than done "guide your hand, you're the boss here remember..." his voice seems to have dropped impossibly lower, whispering in your ear, fuck "and when it feels right, just..." It's your finger pulling the trigger but you're still surprised when the shot rings out. Even more surprising that the can pings off the wall. You find yourself jumping up and down, letting out a very undignified squeal in delight.

"I did it! I did it!"

"You sure did, now all I need to do is make sure I'm clutching at you whenever you're attacked." His tone is still grumpy but there's the whisper of the ghost of a smile in his eyes.

"Hey don't threaten me with a good time." You instantly regret saying that. The ghost is gone, Joel's body straightens up then he's packing up, muttering something about wasting bullets and how you'd better be heading back. And the silence as you walk back is almost unbearable. Eventually you decide you should be the one to break it since you caused it.

"Can I ask you something?" You receive only a grunt in response which you decide to interpret as a yes.

"Whose idea was this?"

"What?"

"The shooting - yours or Tess?"

"Mine." You're not sure what to do with that. Isn't that a good thing? You've been wanting Joel to notice you more.

"Why?"

"You need to learn how to defend yourself if you're gonna be out there with us, doin what we do, talking to the people we talk to..."

"I can look after myself you know, I spent years by myself before I met you two."

"Were you always on your own?" You weren't expecting that. Joel hardly ever asks you anything, and he never breaks the don't ask about the past rule. If he weren't staring at you, waiting for your answer you could almost imagine he hadn't said it.

"No. I wasn't always on my own." You think he wants to ask you more, the ever-present silence between you now feels expectant, but much to your relief he drops it.

"Sorry." What?

"What?"

"I said I'm sorry." You blink, suddenly realising you've stopped walking.

"What for?"

"For pryin'. I know I don't take too kindly to folk pokin' through my business, and your past is your business." Joel has never apologised to you for anything. In fact, you don't think you've ever heard the words I'm sorry pass his lips under any circumstances. He's looking at you - shit - he practically looks anxious but you have no idea how to respond.

"Joel... I... you..." then you see it, creeping through the grass ready to pounce. "Duck."

Joel drops unquestioningly so the clicker sails right over him and slams into you. Your hand clutches its neck as it lets out a furious screech, gnashing its teeth desperately towards your neck. Your muscles burn as you try to keep its teeth off you. You can feel the muscles in its neck pumping as it struggles with the unbelievable strength of something driven by a biological urge impossible to ignore. Then you hear a bang and blood is spurting all over your face and the creature is slumping against you, all signs of struggle gone.

You just lay there in a daze for you don't know how long, covered in this mutated body, its head that had been struggling to get to your skin now slumped into the crook of your neck. Then you taste the tang of its blood in your mouth and you're lurching up, retching.

"You ok?"

"Wha-"

"Did it bite you?"

"I- I don't think so."

"Sorry but I'm gonna need a bit more than that." That's twice now. You nod, head still clearing out of your daze.

"Check me."

You tense as Joel steps forward and starts examining you, hands running over your arms, lifting your trouser legs, fingers on your neck and jaw - you fight the memories of clutching that thing by its throat - turning your head this way and that, looking for the tell tale red marks and swelling veins under the infected blood still coating you. He brushes your pulse point briefly and you hope he can't feel your heart speed up. Joel grimaces, like he's steeling himself.

"I - I'm just gonna check under the collar of your shirt, just the top, just to make sure." You nod and he pulls the top of your shirt down just a fraction, just to see if the infected got at the top of your chest. You can feel his breath on your skin, just like when he held you as his arms guided your shot, and you're caught somewhere between fear, adrenaline and deep, deep arousal. You're simultaneously relieved and mournful when he finally steps away from you.

"You're clean."

"Ok. Good." You can exhale now thank god, you were starting to feel more than a little light-headed.

"You did good there."

"What?" And there's that eye roll again.

"Jesus you got clogged ears? I said you did good, handled yourself real well there." Thank god you're covered in blood cos otherwise Joel would be able to see the astonishing shade of crimson you know you're turning.

"Oh, I don't know. If you hadn't shot it when you did..."

"The only reason I could shoot it at all was cos you warned me. I..." shame creeps into his eyes, "I didn't hear it coming."

"Well of course you didn't, it came on your left side." The shame is gone, now replaced with surprise and wariness.

He's still completely still, and you're once again worried that you've overstepped, a worry you constantly seem to have with Joel, but eventually he gives a kurt nod.

"Did Tess tell you-"

"Nope. Figured it out. You always face people with your right when talking, Tess always stands to your right when she's talking to you, and back in that warehouse you didn't hear me coming cos I came on your left." He's assumed his trademark Joel Miller Statue Pose, trying to figure out what to make of this. "Don't worry I won't tell. And FYI, it's nothin' to be ashamed of. Some people can't hear so good, some people can't do other things so good. That doesn't go away just cos it's the end times."

"Ok then." You two resume your silent walk, your only interaction coming when Joel hands you a piece of cloth to wipe the infected’s blood off.

"You want it back?" He wrinkles his nose in disgust.

"Whad'you think?" You abandon it somewhere along the footpath. Then, as you're edging your way back into Boston he turns and says

"I'm glad. That you know." You don't ask him what he means, you don't need to. On the bright side, you finally seem to have worked your way into Joel's good books. On the slightly less bright side, you definitely have a crush on him.

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