#and if i have some warning before it happens it's much easier to be ok with it

[exo-raskreia]

Thoughts on 261 & More Utahime Potential Ideas

WARNING: MAX COPIUM + MANGA SPOILERS

Ok, I know everyone's been losing it lately. I tried to keep calm when the 261 leaks dropped. I'm very disappointed & shocked as well (Gojo... ｡ﾟ( ﾟஇ‸இﾟ+)ﾟ｡ ).

However... The latest developments have also caused me to ascend to a higher state in Delulu Land & this is my hardest cope yet.

First off, it seems to be implied that Gojo chose to become a monster by killing the higher-ups, thinking that he was finally going as far as (stooping as low as) Geto did for his ideals, but didn't want his students to see. And yet, they wanted to be there with him, not wanting him to carry the burden of becoming a monster alone—they would too by going through with the Horrible Plan™. So, miss me with that "Gojo wanted to die & reunite with his best friend" nonsense. There is too much at stake here & Gojo gave his all for his students and allies. Yuuta is currently risking his life too, for his friends & to carry Gojo's burden (let's go a little easier on him, guys, & Maki too, since she was against this plan; mainly for Yuuta, but still. Hakari looked disturbed too...).

This whole thing's a mess, though. What is Gege doing? Why hype up Gojo only to reveal such a horrible plan? Is he playing with us 'cause he's a sadistic freak or could it be there's something more to it? That he's setting up for something else? I've mentioned this before, but could it be that Gojo is truly meant to return at a crucial moment? When all hope seems lost? As it did feel a bit random to reappear during Todo & Yuuji's fight...

WARNING: Harry Potter spoilers!

Nitta must've stopped any further bleeding from Gojo's brain & Yuuta's body, so he, Shoko, & Amai must be keeping them healed & safe. I wonder if they're keeping an eye on the possibility Gojo could regain consciousness. I once mentioned this in a Tweet, but could Gojo be in a similar state as Harry Potter after getting hit by the Killing Curse, seemingly "dead" but actually in a state of limbo where he had met Dumbledore's soul in a place resembling King's Cross Station?

In Gojo's case, he's at an airport where he met his dead comrades (whether it's actually them or just Gojo dreaming, is uncertain; if he is dreaming, then wouldn't that mean he's still alive?). He's given a choice to metaphorically "board a plane" north or south, to return as someone new or to stay as he is. In the Buddhist-inspired JJK verse, north could mean enlightenment, so will Gojo choose that path, as many have theorized? It's uncertain if going north means choosing to live and/or ascending to a higher state (godhood), & if going south means straight up dying/reincarnating or simply returning to his misunderstood self, but I hope Gojo chooses whichever is best for his return. One that will possibly make him stronger but finally gaining a new perspective that will break the barrier between himself & others? Or maybe weaker but finally able to fight alongside the others (especially if he makes a Binding Vow)?

As such, Gojo's body was healed by both Shoko & Yuuta, & since his head had remained intact & on his body throughout the whole ordeal—which is required for RCT to work—could it be he could regain consciousness at some point with his own RCT? Yuuta only has 5 minutes to fight in Gojo's body but it's unknown what would happen once they are up. There are the risks he could die or stay stuck in Gojo's body, both of which are atrocious. However, in order to survive, could Ui Ui do a soul swap before the 5min mark, if/when Gojo revives? Or could it be both souls would automatically switch back? Either way, if the danger is out of the way, would Shoko then be able to perform the operation again to switch their brains back?

However, do the sorcerers really think they can defeat Sukuna in less than 5mins before Yuuta's back to the operating table? This is so convoluted, so I'm not sure how this would go. 😥

Anyway, I've been delulu theorizing Utahime could really have an important role in the Shinjuku Showdown arc here and here for a while now, whether it's to help in Gojo's revival or something else. Even with this latest shocking development, my ideas still stand.

Once again, neither Utahime, Ijichi, & Gakuganji were present at the strategy meetings in the flashbacks, especially the one with the Horrible Plan™. While Gojo wasn't present either for said plan, he was informed of it later & he commented he didn't intend to lose, so he didn't really care what would happen to his corpse anyway. This could mean that Utahime & the others were later informed too but at that point, it may have been too late to stop it. Maybe that's why Utahime had that somber expression in chapter 222. She knew what could happen and DID NOT agree with it, so while everyone was cheering Gojo on with happy expressions, she wasn't. I wonder if she had expressed her disagreement to Gojo right before meeting up with the others or something, as this other panel still makes me curious.

Gege didn't have to include her here but he did. She looks nervous... I once made a silly post on both GojoHime panels in chapter 222 here.

Anyway, Ijichi wasn't even present which is kind of strange while Gakuganji is typically so serious anyway.

At this point, one's inclined to believe that maybe they really were up to something else. It's too suspicious and obvious that these 4 were not a part of any of the important strategy meetings with the other sorcerers. It seems deliberate on Gege's part. Which is why these new delulu ideas come into play.

MAX COPIUM FROM THIS POINT ON.

Shoko has shocked us all with her very blasé attitude about the Horrible Plan™, that even Gojo said he was hurt annoyed by it. Either she was bottling it all up (she really did seem worried during the battle...), fully trusted Gojo in not losing (but she should've assured him?), or maybe, just maybe, there's a tiny possibility that she's hiding something. Could she have another plan?

Whether she does or not, Shoko is not part of my delulu ideas this time. I'm done. I had mostly brought her up before because of the possibilities & how much others hyped her up for it, but my delusions have always mainly revolved around Utahime. Shoko thankfully did her part already by helping heal Gojo's body & now it's Utahime's turn to take care of the rest.

Sure, Gojo could return on his own through a Binding Vow and/or his own RCT that should be working again, but as I brought up before in my first aforementioned delulu post, what if Utahime boosts his RCT to quicken and strengthen it? Nice and simple, right?

Or, what if Utahime's singing will finally come into play? As I also mentioned before, what if Gojo can hear her in the limbo & will be guided back by her voice? Like the luring of a siren? Will she call him by (first) name? Shrine maidens can summon spirits & gods, so if that applies to the JJK verse, could Utahime perform a ritual to reach & summon Gojo's soul? Especially if he chooses enlightenment? Now, I would hope this wouldn't be a temporary thing...like he returns to help one last time before departing to the heavens in a godhood state or something. Oh, Gege, u better not...

What if her singing does have healing abilities? But even more crazily, what if they're not physical, but spiritual? Could Utahime restore both Gojo's & Yuuta's souls to their bodies? Could she help Yuuta's soul remain safe once the 5mins are up?

For all this to happen, Utahime would have to be in the medical room. Where is she currently? Is she on her way? Is she still out on the battlefield possibly boosting the remaining sorcerers (well, hardly anyone left, tbh)? If she's headed to the medical room with the intent to help Gojo, I imagine it'd shock Shoko & the others. Would they know what she intends or not? Would they think it's possible? Would they try to stop her?

This is super insane & bordering on headcanon (lol, I warned you), but wouldn't it be amazing if she could have possibly managed to achieve Domain Expansion during her long absence in the manga post-Shibuya? What if it was kept a secret from all? What if as soon as Gojo laid his Six Eyes on her after his unsealing, he knew? What if that's one of the things they were cultivating, planning around, during the time-skip? Could it have offensive abilities involving her voice, like a siren? Like maybe she can make the enemy do her bidding or de-buff them? What if it's the opposite & instead has healing/buffing abilities? Any ally inside it would be in a state of max HP? Now, whether she would use it to actually heal Gojo or in combat, who knows.

I once read a wonderful one-shot fic in which Utahime achieved DE by finally accepting everything about herself, which included her suppressed feelings for Gojo. I know it's fully delulu but do we really know Utahime's full abilities? How is she a Semi-Grade 1 sorcerer if she can only buff (unless her CT is seen as good enough to warrant the rank)? Come on, Gege, stop wasting her character potential.

Remember that Sukuna still hasn't been taught about love? Based on Yorozu's version of it, his idea of love is to become vulnerable enough to connect with others & not feel lonely anymore by being defeated in battle; basically, get humbled, lol. He thought only Gojo could teach him how to overcome the barrier between himself & others deemed weak. But how would that be now, if Gojo's possibly in a state of limbo? (Is it another hint to his return?) The only other people that could possibly teach Sukuna are pure-hearted souls like Yuuji or Yuuta, the latter whom has also experienced romantic love. However, Yuuta just "discarded" his humanity by choosing to become a "monster", so Sukuna may throw that in his face. Taunt him & the other sorcerers for going against their ideals to defeat him.

What if it's not one person, but multiple that will teach Sukuna? Nakama power, y'all. What if Utahime could be one of those? She's the most pure-hearted sorcerer besides Yuuji. Her love for her students, helping Gojo whenever he asked despite her "hate" towards him, her not getting that Mei was asking for money to promote her in S2E1 (and Mei didn't even push it as if knowing Uta would never agree), her not being informed about the assassination attempt on Yuuji at the Goodwill Event by Gakuganji & her students (not even by Gojo, who suspected something), & she wasn't even present at the meeting for the brain switch plan...

It's like Utahime is being protected and/or her comrades know that she would never support all this immorality. She's a selfless person, often seen risking her life or attempting to for others in her little screentime. Not to mention that her CT is literally named after a love song. If romantic love were to be addressed at all in this fight, besides Yuuta, could Utahime play a role there? Her giving her all to help Gojo while Gojo had done his all to protect her during his fight with Sukuna? (You know, since it's still too sus that Sukuna doesn't know about her CT... Gojo entrusted Ijichi, the man he trusts the most, to keep Utahime safe for her ritual...)

I've talked about this image before but I may have discovered something interesting: the Angel Number 3612. Gojo's revival could be on the horizon... I elaborate in this post.

(Shoutout to some other amazing theories out there on Utahime's potential in helping Gojo. As a shrine maiden here & here, or even as Buddha's wife here, for example. These are seeming more & more plausible to me now, since Gege mercilessly threw a wrench at us in 261... I'm coping hard).

Having a plan unrelated to Gojo's revival is still possible. One thing I've seen thrown around is what if Utahime & team will try to stop the merger? If we go with the idea that Utahime has healing abilities for spirits, could it be that she could help restore Tengen's soul or something, like at least bring her back to her previous state before Kenjaku took over? Help her regain consciousness if she lost it? (FULL DELULU, I KNOW).

FINAL THOUGHTS:

Utahime's only a minor side character, I know that 😮‍💨. Her having such an important role & any other formidable abilities may seem like a reach, but at this point, I need something to hold onto. I don't wanna lose hope like several others have. It's hard but... As long as it's not 100% confirmed that Gojo's dead, then there is still hope... There's still so much we don't know... His choice of north & south is still up in the air, his answer to Geto's old question, his reaction to everything that happened during his time in the Prism Realm, what happened in the Prism Realm, what he did during the one month time-skip... Gege, come on...

The fact Sukuna still doesn't know about Utahime's CT is something I can hold onto, right? I will ride this wave until it crashes onshore.

#gojohime #iori utahime #gojo satoru #gojo and utahime #jjk theory #FULL DELULU #DELUSIONS GALORE #reiapost

[rowan-ashtree]

golly gee i sure would love it if my roommates would tell me when they're inviting people over for a super late movie night

#this happened on friday night too and i just. im upset #im super uncomfy w ppl i dont know being in my home bc it's my safe space!!! it's MY safe space!!! #and if i have some warning before it happens it's much easier to be ok with it #but im like. trying to get ready for bed and i wanted to go refill my water bottle #and it took me a couple minutes to psych myself up enough to go out there. into my own goddamn kitchen #its so gross im gonna try to mention this to my roommates tomorrow. grrr #rowan vents

[thatacotargirl]

Hiiiii I love your writing!! May I request Azriel x Reader, where reader gets amnesia. She’s Illyrian and was hurt by Illyrian men, so she’s scared of Az because she doesn’t remember him. Then wonderful angst because he never thought she’d be afraid of him, so he avoids her and is heartbroken. Then something happens, maybe he’s forced to interact with her or he says something specific, and her memories come back, so happy ending! Feel free to ignore if you don’t want to write this, thank you!💙

Hi lovely! Thank you so much for reading my work and for your request! I hope you like the story! 💙

Divider is once again from @tsunami-of-tears, eternally grateful to you for your creativity!

Dazelroot Daze

An Azriel x Reader imagine

Warnings: angst, poisoning, swearing, allusions to abuse / previous SA.

"Rhys, I am not cut out for this kind of mission - why did you not send Nesta!"

You huff to yourself as you climb the uneven stairs through the prison, following closely behind Rhys. You hated coming in here, and hated having to interact with the Bone Carver even more. You patted your back pocket, checking your gifted bone for him was still there, before climbing yet another stairwell.

"Y/n, you know I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't necessary. I can't exactly send Nesta in here even if she's only early in her pregnancy, they would sense it a mile off and she'd be a target. Not to mention, I don't fancy getting pummelled by Cassian for letting his pregnant mate in here".

You knew he was right, but it didn't make this any easier. You struggled through another narrow doorframe, trying to avoid smacking your wings against the wood, and stood in front of a metal gate. You hear Rhys hum to himself.

"What's wrong?".

"I've never seen a gate here before, this should be an open walkway".

You begin to feel uneasy as you see Rhys take a step back.

"Rhys?"

Before you can get another word out, you feel a powder cover your face, filling your nose and mouth, causing you to choke. You try to call out for help, but you can't get anything out, breathing becoming harder and harder. You hear Rhys distantly calling your name but you can't respond, can't move, all you can do is drop to the floor, your legs giving out from underneath you.

"Get Madja, now!"

Rhys' voice bellowed through the River House as he winnowed in carrying your lifeless body and placed your down on the living room sofa. The rest of the Inner Circle descended on the pair of you, including Azriel. When he saw your pale body, arm hanging off the sofa, his heart sank. He grabbed Rhys by the collar.

"What the fuck happened?"

Rhys didn't have time to answer before Madja appeared in the room, pushing everyone to the side and leaning over your body. Silence descended on the room as she ran tests, took bloods, checked your vitals - all the while your eyes remained closed and your body limp.

"She has been poisoned with a plant known as Dazelroot. It is highly toxic and can only be found in some very remote parts of the Spring Court. Thankfully, it looks like this particular strain was either incorrectly handled or extremely dried out, as it hasn't taken hold quite as potently as it should have. She will be ok, in that she will live, but we won't know the consequences until she wakes up".

"The consequences?", Feyre asks.

"I have never seen a person be poisoned with Dazelroot and live to tell the tale. We won't know what it will do to her until she wakes".

Feyre sobbed silently, her shoulders shaking. Nesta joined her, the sisters holding each other through their sadness. Cassian could only watch in horror as Azriel fell to his knees next to your body and cried into your shoulder.

"Madja, what can we do?", Rhys asks, wringing his hands.

"There's nothing, Rhys. We have to let her wake, and see what happens next. I'll be on hand, as will my assistants. Call us as soon as she wakes up".

Rhys shook Madja's hand and allowed her to leave, his grief weighing down on his shoulders heavily. It was his fault that you were in the prison, that he hadn't seen the trap beforehand, that you were the one to be poisoned. He tried to reach for Azriel, but Azriel swatted his hand away.

"Don't touch me", he gritted, his face still buried in your shoulder.

Rhys could do nothing but watch as his family fell apart in front of him.

It took 6 days for you to wake. 6 agonising days of your family watching your chest rise and fall, terrified that you would never again open your eyes. But you did.

Your eyes opened, and fell on Feyre's face.

"SHE'S AWAKE", Feyre called to your family, reaching out for your hand. You let her take it, but she couldn't overlook the confusion she saw in your eyes, the hesitancy of your body to let her touch you.

The room filled with your family and your eyes settled on a pair of Illyrian wings. Male Illyrian wings. Trauma racked through your body, memories of your life at the Illyrian camps, wing-clipping, assault, and you couldn't hold back your scream as you pulled your body up the bed, as close as you could get to the headboard.

"Y/n?", Azriel said gently, attempting to approach you. He froze when he realised it was him that you were trying to get away from.

Madja burst through the door at that moment, having been summoned by Rhys the moment he heard Feyre's shouts. She saw the blankness in your eyes the second she looked at you, and her eyes fell pityingly to Azriel.

"Hi y/n, I'm Madja, a healer here in the Night Court".

Your family looked at each other in pure confusion. You knew who Madja was. She'd been the family's healer for centuries. Why was she acting like you'd never met before?

Madja carried out her assessment before providing you a sleeping tonic. Once your body settled back into the pillows, looking more at peace than you had when you had woken up, she turned to Rhys.

"The Dazelroot has caused amnesia. She doesn't remember anything after her life after the Illyrian camps".

Rhys shook his head. "Ok, but when will her memory come back?".

Rhys saw the look on Madja's face and his stomach somersaulted.

"Will her memory come back?"

Madja placed a hand gentle on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Rhys, there's no way to know".

She turned to Azriel, tears falling down his cheeks. He had realised that you had forgotten him, forgotten your mateship, the love you had shared for centuries. You only remembered the trauma you had faced at the hands of Illyrian males, males that bore the same wings as him. He had realised, seeing the look on your face, that you were afraid of him.

"You can try to offer her gentle reminders. It might break through the amnesia cloud. But there's nothing more we can do".

Madja departed, leaving your family to process the news. You didn't remember any of them.

17 months later

It had been 17 months since the incident, and your memory hadn't come back.

Feyre, Nesta, Elain and Mor had made it their mission to rebuild the friendship that you had had with them - regularly taking you out for brunch, shopping, and nights out at Rita's. Over time, you developed a new bond with them, and had started to trust them.

You had also re-kindled your friendship with Rhys and Lucien, the males giving you distance but engaging with you as often as possible, mostly through Feyre and Elain.

But Azriel and Cassian, you couldn't be near. Their wings reminded you too much of the trauma you had faced in the camps. Reminded you that your own wings had been clipped. Reminded you of the males that had used you for their own entertainment. Anytime they tried to approach you, their wings pinned as tightly as possible behind their backs, your body began to involuntarily shake and your eyes would fill with tears.

It had broken Azriel. He had become a shell of the former male he was. He started to withdraw from family dinners, he gave up his morning training. Azriel had slowly started to descend into a downward spiral, feeling the mating bond cold on the other end. His family had tried their best to help, but Azriel wanted for nothing but you. He locked himself in his bedroom most days and nights, seeking solitude in the shadows.

That was why, when his family decided to visit Sevenda's restaurant that evening, Azriel had ignored the inviting knock on his door. He didn't want to make it harder for you seeing him sitting at the other end of the table. He waited for the footsteps to pad away before grabbing a bottle of Whiskey from the shelf and pouring himself a generous glass.

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Several hours later, Azriel was sat in bed with his book when he heard commotion. It sounded like crying, but it was pained. He sat up, listening out, when he heard it again - this time closer to his door. He thought everyone was out at Sevenda's, or maybe Rita's now, but there was unmistakably someone wandering through the hallway.

Azriel cracked open his door and peered out. At the end of the hallway, gripping the window pane, he saw your small frame huddled over. The scent of blood filled the air. Azriel panicked. He knew how bad your cycles were from the centuries you had spent together, that you needed help desperately, but right now he was the only one in the house with you, and you were terrified of him.

"Y/n?", he called out gently, trying not to startle you with his presence. He watched you turn slowly, your eyes wide in alarm.

"It's ok, it's just your cycle", he whispered, raising his arms to show you that he was not going to hurt you. You whimpered slightly, clutching the window pane so hard your knuckles had gone white.

"Can I help you?", he asked, not daring to move. You looked at him, his wings, your body shaking. But you knew you were helpless, not sure you could get yourself back to your bed even if you tried with all your might. So, you took a deep breath, and gave him a timid nod.

Azriel walked slowly towards you, his hands in front of him, and when he reached you he carefully put a hand forward to touch your shoulder. You shuddered, but didn't pull away.

"I'm going to take you back to your room, ok?". You could only nod as Azriel scooped you into his arms and walked you slowly back towards your room.

He placed you down carefully at your dressing table and silently walked into your bathroom, the sound of running water filling the room. Whilst the bath ran, you watched him strip the soiled sheets from your bed and replace them with fresh ones, putting a pair of your pyjamas neatly folded at the end. He then offered you his hand and guided you to the bathroom.

"Do you need some help?".

You didn't want to admit it, but you did. You could barely stand up under your own weight.

Azriel turned away from you to allow you to undress, holding a hand behind his back for guidance as you carefully lowered yourself into the bath. Once you were in, and hidden under the bubbles, you turned to look at him. At his wings. You had never known an Illyrian male to be so gentle. So calming. Even sat here alone in a bath with him in the room, you felt comfortable. You felt safe.

"Azriel?", you whispered.

"Would you like me to leave you be?" he asked, his back still turned to give you privacy.

"No".

You saw Azriel's shoulders sag slightly with relief, but he still kept his back to you.

"Please could you pass me that bottle over there, the green one?"

Azriel walked over to the counter to pick up the shampoo bottle and attempted to hand it to you behind his back, still not facing you. You giggled as he offered the bottle out to the empty end of the bath.

"It's ok, I'm hidden in the bubbles".

Azriel turned, his eyes not leaving your face, as he handed the bottle to you. You took it, pouring some into your hand, and he watched you wince as you raised your arms above your body to your hair, stretching your stomach.

"May I?", he asked quietly. You nodded, handing the bottle to him. Azriel knelt down behind your head, pouring the shampoo into his hands and massaging it into your hair. The moment his hands touched you, you felt a calming peace descend over you, and you closed your eyes to bask in it. You were about to ask him to rub it into the nape of your neck, your favourite place, when you felt his hands move there instinctively. A jolt went through your body, and Azriel jumped backwards.

"Are you ok?"

You turned to face him, his leathers covered in water, bubbles and shampoo suds, and looked down at his scarred hands. Visions flew through your mind of his hands in your hair, his hands offering to feed you grapes on your honeymoon to the Summer Court, his hands touching your body, his hands placing a ring on yours at your mating ceremony, his hands holding out your cup of coffee to you every morning - black, just how you liked it.

You reached out to take them, feeling every emotion come flooding back to you. A tug at your chest made you look up, as Azriel's filled with tears.

"My mate", you whispered.

"My mate", he replied, his head moving to rest on your forehead.

You held each other, the bath water turning cold and the bubbles melting away, allowing all your love and devotion to flow to each other through the bond. Forgotten, but never gone.

#a court of silver flames #a court of wings and ruin #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #acotar fanfiction #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar x y/n #a court of frost and starlight #azriel x reader #acotar imagine #acotar oneshot #azriel x y/n #azriel shadowsinger #acotar azriel #azriel shadowsinger x reader

[angel-eyes05]

to leave the warmest bed i've ever known (part 3)

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

pairing: spider-woman!reader x miguel o’hara 

summary: a fight you've been waiting for arises in front of you, but can you keep your guard up long enough to reunite with your teammates again?

warnings: ANGSTY (the next chapter is smut i promise), HUGE ATSV SPOILERS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS MOVIE, mentions and descriptions of blood and injuries, this is so against canon its insane

word count: 1.8k

notes: ok ok i promise that the next chapter will have smut in it, i just wanted to do some enemies to lovers before we got to that point so thanks for sticking around during the past two chapters i know its not easy lmao. you guys will be rewarded well though, trust trust😌 😌 😌 

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Bright ruby liquid dripped from your tricep as Miguel’s claws ripped through the fibers of your suit, slamming you into the cement floor. Any false confidence you went into this battle with quickly disappeared when each futile attempt to get Miguel off his feet failed. You’re not sure how long you’ve been stalling him, but it felt like hours. You were still putting up a fight though, managing to bruise one of his cheekbones that you used to love so much. But compared to the state you were currently in, it didn’t exactly mean much. You were bleeding from all sorts of places. The most noticeable places were where his claws has dug into you, first your thigh, now your tricep. At this point in the fight, you were just focused on defending yourself.

Images of your favorite moments with him flashed inside your eyes in between his strikes at your face. How gently he would hold you, the way he would whisper your name sometimes and moan it others. How nervous he would get if you took longer than usual to come back from a mission. But even with his mask on, you could see it in his face that that was all gone now. Any ounce of love he had for you was whisked away with you when you walked into that elevator away from him. Just like you, feelings of betrayment flooded his brain, making him lose all sense judgment as he sliced his claws across your stomach. He didn’t feel anything for you anymore. Which only made it easier for you to harm him.

He had you pinned to the floor below him, no escape in sight other than you to physically push him off of you, which didn’t seem like very much of an option considering his size and weight. Plus, he had your hand pinned down with his knees. He had taken a break from punching you to catch his breath, heaving hot pants into your face below him. His mask faded off in order to let him breathe better. 

Your struggle out had suddenly paused.

Then you saw it. His mask had been hiding it from you before.

His eyes were red. And not his iris’ natural crimson glow. The pure white sclera of his eye had been stained with red. Had he been…crying? You felt your heart drop into your stomach. He had. A lot. You felt so guilty, knowing it was most likely you who caused this. You managed to slip your arm out from under his knee, but instead of using it to pushed him off, you placed it gently on the side of his cheek, brushing your finger over the horrible bruise you put there, blemishing his perfect skin.

His only movements from then on out were slight flinches from when your thumb would press too hard on the bruise. You wanted to badly to leave this all behind. To just go back home with him. To crawl into bed with him and pretend none of this ever happened. You wanted to embrace him again after all this time, you wanted to place your lips onto his again and remind him of your love. Both of you had been so full of hate the past few months. You needed to love again. You wanted to love again.

But you couldn’t. Not right now. And not in good conscious. To let go of this now would be to let go of everything you stood for. You couldn’t go back with him. Not like this. So while it was your heart that screamed out for him, it was your head that acted next as you grabbed his arm with your free hand and ripped his claws through his stomach. As he growled out in pain, he leaned over to his left side more, giving you your way out. You jumped to your feet and raced for the whole in the wall. You made it out, but not before Miguel made his final attempt to grab you.

He fell down in pain before you were in his clutch, but his reach out for you caused four large gashes to form into your back. You yelped out in agony as you felt his claws ripped through the fabrics of your skin. You kept running though, refusing to look back to see if he was following you. You prepped up the portal on your watch, sending out the Earth you were jumping to to the rest of your teammates. You had zero idea where they were or if they were okay, but your one concern right now was getting away from Miguel. Your back shot pain through your entire body with every step you took, but you had to ignore that right now. You had bigger matters at hand. For example, the growing sound of footsteps behind you.

Fuck, he was up again already? This was bad. Your allies were all missing, the portal wasn’t ready yet, and you could feel your consciousness leaving your body as pain overtook your mind. You had to keep running, but each step was sloppier than the last. God fuck, you couldn’t get caught now. He was close you could feel it. You looked at your watch with fuzzy vision, basically praying for it to work at this point. You tried to run faster, but that proved to be a fatal mistake. Panic zoomed through your body as you felt yourself trip over your own feet.

You looked behind your back mid fall to find a demonic sight, Miguel bounding towards you on all fours at full speed, a trail of blood leaking behind him. Just as you thought it was over for you, your savior appeared. A bright neon orange portal. You attempted to get back onto your feet to make it through, nearly scrambling, but it was no use. Every movement was more painful than the last, the lacerations on your back reminding your body of all your other injuries, all of them coming to life suddenly at once. This was it. You lost. Sorry Miles, you thought to yourself, I really did try. But you’re going to have to fight this battle without me. 

You weren’t sure if the pain was making you hallucinate, but you could’ve sworn that you saw Hobie jumping into the air behind Miguel, and slamming his guitar into his face. Miguel was knocked off of his fours and onto his back, tumbling away into a building to your right. Your vision was confirmed when you felt Pavitr’s and Gwen’s hands latch onto your arms and drag you into the portal, Peter B. and the rest of the team behind them. The last thing you saw before fully passing out was Miguel’s limp body laying against the brick wall as you floated through the portal into whatever Earth you would crash into next.

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The sky grew a dark gray as your team gathered in a dark alley in whatever Earth you landed in this time. Peter B. had you in his own separate corner, Gwen taking care of Mayday as he stitched up your gashes with some spare thread Margo bought at the drugstore. Your tricep and and thigh were painful, but over faster than expected. Now he was on to your back. And fuck did it suck. Being the deepest of all three attacks, it was still bleeding while Peter was stitching it up, causing the thread to get stuck to your skin at some parts. You bit at your tongue through the pain, while Pavitr asked and answered questions to keep you distracted. “What happened?” he asked first. “Got..ambushed. Fought Miggy- Miguel I mean. Managed to hit him….before he tore my back..o-open. Yo-u guys s-saved me. Now w-we’re…where are we?” you said, gritting through your teeth. “Earth-42,” Margo stated, looking at the slightly orange glow on her wrist. You nodded slightly, but winced once Peter accidentally got the thread stuck on dried blood, and started yanking at it. 

“Jesus Peter, have you never done this before?! Mayday could do a better job than this!” you yelled at him. You got a slight giggle out of the baby, as Gwen placed her in your lap to distract you. 

“Who are you with right now?” Pavitr asked, pulling your attention away from your wounds again. “Uhh, Pavitr, Mayday, Peter B., Gwen, Hobie, Ham, Noir, Margo, and Peni,” you answered, playing with Mayday’s hands. “How are you feeling?” he asked next. “Other than the growing urge to punch Peter B. in the face-” “I’m doing my best here!” he shouted from behind you, getting a chuckle out of you. “I feel fine.” 

You felt everyone’s eyes glue onto you. You stared back confused for a second. “....What, I do.” You were the only one severely injured out of the whole group, the rest of them making it out with scratches at the worst. Meanwhile you were sitting there, blood leaking out of nearly every crevice of your body and bruises quickly forming around your face. They had a right to not believe you. Because they were right. You weren’t okay. You felt a new emotion towards Miguel that you hadn’t felt towards him before. You were terrified of him. Watching him pounce towards you like a coyote hunting its prey. You now understood how all of his enemies felt towards him. Because you were one of them now.

You felt stupid for thinking you could beat him, much more kill him. Stupid for thinking for some reason he would go easy on you. You saw how he acted towards you. He pounded his fists into your body as if you single handedly killed his whole family. He didn’t care for you anymore. But then you remembered. How his eyes were for that split second you saw them. Why was he crying? Was it stress? Was it joy that he was about to finish his mission? Or…was it you? It felt self centered to think that was the reason. That he had been crying over the fact he lost you. You could imagine it now. Miguel sitting lonelily in front of all his monitors and scanners looking for you, ashamed in himself for letting you go as easily as he did. You dragged yourself out of that thought fast, convincing yourself that thats not what you were to him. You were just a pawn in his game. And you were done playing.

Pavitr decided to not push the question anymore and began to talk to you about other stuff until Peter finished up with your back. You stood up, ignoring the ache in your back, to peek out of the alley and into the city. Everyone’s attention turned to Margo’s wrist as it blinked a light orange. When her eyes lit up, you knew it had to be good news. 

“Miles.” she said. “He’s here.”

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NEXT CHAPTER

a/n: OK OK NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE AND EVERYTHING WILL BE WRAPPING UP THERE I PROMISE (there'll be smut too dw dw🤭🤭🤭). i also have a new idea for a miguel fic so ill be getting started on that after i finish with chapter 4 (it'll be oc x miguel cause i wanna get my character writing out there, but dw you can imagine youre her lmao). so be on the lookout for that whenever it drops, id appreciate the continued support!!!!

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[propertyofwicked]

sea sick | harry lewis

content warning - mentions of sick and throwing up

short, fluff <3

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you usually didn’t mind helping the boys with filming. it wasn’t often - only for big videos where the boys split up - and since you were the only girlfriend who wasn’t publicly known, it made it easier to avoid suspicion if you and harry were seen together. it wasn’t a big deal at the end of the day you’d just rather avoid the hassle of having a big online presence.

today, however, made you wonder who you’d pissed off in a past life to deserve this. in hindsight, you should’ve realised that when harry said it was a fishing video that it would involve being on a boat. you’d suffered with bad travel sickness your whole life in cars, boats and planes, so getting on a boat and filming could not have been a worse plan, especially with the hot sun and loud men screaming into the lens. so far, you’d been on the boat for close to an hour, trying to distract yourself from your stomach doing backflips by focusing on filming the boys fishing. as long as you stayed in the centre of the boat you weren’t rocked about too much and it became manageable. but every time you had to move locations, sitting on the side of the boat began to bring your breakfast up to the back of your throat.

as long as you could keep it together for the next hour, no one would suspect that you felt violently sick, and you could maintain some aspect of professionalism. focus on the content, and not the blood draining from your face. and it was going so well.

the boat hit into a wave, sending the boat rocking a little to much for your liking. your response would’ve gone unnoticed had harry not been talking directly into your camera with a direct view of your eyes widening and you swallowing a lump in your throat.

“you ok?” he asked, eyes softening and his voice lowering at the sight of you pale and clearly lost in your own head.

“yeah, don’t worry i was just thinking.” at the end of the day, it was easier to lie - you don’t want to take him away from the video.

“hey, you don’t look great, ill take the camera just sit down for a minute, yeah?” he said, reaching for the camera before you could even respond.

“harry, i promise you im fi-”. suddenly it was all coming up and out of you without a moments notice. thank god he had taken the camera or it would be covered in your breakfast.

he put the camera on the bench and walked behind you, holding the sides of your waist to manoeuvre you to the edge of the boat. you’re hands grabbed the railings and your head stayed over the side, eyes screwed shut. harry’s hands come up to your hair, pulling it back and rubbing small circles on your back until you were done saying goodbye to any food you’d eaten that day.

after wiping you mouth on the back of your hand you turn around and rest your forehead on harry’s chest, tears falling down your cheeks. you didn’t mean to cry, it’s just something that happens when you throw up.

“im sorry i just, i hate boats.”

“don’t apologise. it’s my fault, i knew you got sea sick and i still got you to film for us,” he said, hand on your chin pulling your face up to look at him and using his thumb to wipe away a tear, “don’t cry, it’s ok, you’re ok. i think we’re stopping soon. i’m sorry.”

“it’s not your fault, i could’ve said no - i should’ve said no,” you respond as he presses a kiss to your forehead. at the same time, you hear the sound of someone else being sick, and look over to see tobi sat on the floor.

“oh for fucks sake, not another one,” kon laughs, zooming his camera in on tobi.

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[loving-strawberry]

✶Stray Kids reacting to their s/o ignoring when she's being sexualized✶ (HCS)

Summary: You are being sexualized by people because of your body, but you're so used to this, that you simply choose to ignore that.

It was a request!

A little note: To the person who requested, if you read this, I'm really sorry for what is happening to you:( Also, I couldn't really do exactly as you asked me, because my brain is refusing to cooperate with me sometimes! But I hope you like it!

Warning: Swearing. Some comments about body parts. Mention of food and drinks. Probably some writing errors.

Genre: A bit of angst. Fluff. (I don't know other ones???)

Pairing: Bf!Skz x Fem!Reader

Bang Chan☆

He was simply shocked when this happened for the first time in front of him

You two were just taking a stroll in a park, enjoying together your little time off both of you had that same day, which is a pretty rare occasion

And all of a sudden you hear some nasty and disgusting comments about your body coming from an old man

While poor Chan was feeling sick hearing that someone could say something like this in the a public space, without feeling ashamed of themselves, you simply ignored it

"My love, how could you just ignore something like that? Do you want me to go and talk to him??"

"Channie, it's ok. I'm used to it by now."

Now he's even more shocked

What do you mean used to it???

How many times did this happened???

Why didn't you told him anything yet???

He has so many questions and he feels so bad that there's not much he can do about your situation...

Lee Minho☆

This was happening as the two of you were on a date at a restaurant

And one man who was sitting at the next table, was looking intensely at your chest, even throughout your shirt

You just ignored his gross looks and focused on other things

But your boyfriend couldn't

He was pissed.

He doesn't want to accept that someone is looking at you like you're some kind of object and you to just ignore it like it's a normal thing

Even if it is normal for you, unfortunately

"You need to stand up for yourself when this happens!"

"Why? It's much more easier to just ignore them and don't show any reaction. They wouldn't understand anyway."

If you don't stand up for yourself when this happens to you, he will

And next time this happens, Minho will send deadly glares towards the people who dares sexualize you in any way

If that doesn't work, he'll go and have a little talk with them

You will need to stop him before getting his ass in trouble with JYP

Seo Changbin☆

This one takes place at the gym

You were doing some squats, and a group of men was constantly checking your butt and disgustingly smirking at each other

And of course, doing unnecessary comments

Wants to have a little talk with them part 2... Even though he's outnumbered

But stops when he sees that you don't give a flying fuck about this whole situation

"Babe, you really don't care? The way they commented about your body is unacceptable and disgusting..."

"Bin, I'm used to it. It's happening more often than you think."

Now he's all pouting, sad and disappointed with himself for not noticing sooner

And of course, disappointed with the people who can do such things

"You shouldn't be used to this, babe..."

Hwang Hyunjin☆

During one of your photoshoots for modeling, the photographer was starting to make you pose more and more sexy

Indecent actually

Like, almost Playboy style

But you just tried to brush it off

On the other hand, Hyunjin, who came along with you just to keep you company during this session, wasn't exactly happy about what just happened

He's having a pit in his stomach after all of that and you can tell he's angry

He will just tell the photographer to fuck off and takes you out of that place as fast as possible

"Hyunnie, what's wrong??"

"You're seriously asking this...? You've just been sexualized and you're asking me what's wrong?"

"It was happening so many than you could think off... I just don't care too much anymore."

Now he's furious and grossed out.

Of course Hyunjin wouldn't let you go back to the same photographer, despite your reassurances that everything is fine

And he'll search himself for someone else who to be trusted with you

Han Jisung☆

(I don't have any ideas of scenarios here🙃)

You two went out for some ice cream, and suddenly someone says something like 'I have something better for you to lick'

Han is about to go and deal with him, until you stop him

"Ji, don't waste your time with that."

"But-..."

"Just ignore him."

He's honestly confused as to how unbothered you are

Makes him question himself how many times did this happened before and never noticed

"Does... Does this happened frequently...?"

"Yeah."

"HUH?!?"

He'll start from now on to look after you and pay attention to your surroundings constantly

Lee Felix☆

You both were at a TV show when this happens and having an interview

After a while, the hosts attention is focused just on you and starts telling suggestive jokes about you

Probably to entertain who's watching the show

But you don't pay attention at all to them

Felix by now is mad.

And a little disappointed that you don't react at all about this

You know the expressions he always have when he's jealous/mad about something?

Yeah... That's how I'm imagining him right now

Moving on...

After the show is over, of course he'll start questioning you

"How could you just brush those jokes off like you being sexualized is a normal thing???"

"Because it's a normal thing, unfortunately."

"What...?"

Poor Felix, he will probably start crying after hearing this :(

Kim Seungmin☆

(Out of ideas part2)

Location for this one?

The beach.

You are wearing a one piece costume, not feeling like showing too much skin this time

But this never stopped two man to approach you

And starts make unnecessarily comments about how you should wear a bikini instead, because that's what men wants to see

Seungmin went to get you two drinks, and right when they said those gross things, he came back

He expected you to say something back to those men

But you straight up ignored them and started scrolling on your phone

Leaving Seungmin to get rid of the pests

He just fake tripped on his own feet and threw the cold drinks, with ice in them, on the men skin

Skin that probably was warm of because how much they stood in the sun

They just scattered away in the contact with the extremely cold liquids, and muttering some curses under their breaths

"I didn't know you can be so lame to not talk back in these situations."

"I talked back enough. No one listened. So I don't bother anymore."

"... I'll go grab other drinks..."

Most likely feels bad for saying that now that he knows you're struggling with this everyday

Will make sure to be the who speaks up for you next time something similar happens again

Yang Jeongin☆

I.N was doing a live, with you being somewhere in the background, laying in bed and minding your own business

You were also reading some of the comments that people had left in I.N chat, from your phone

Both of you saw a pretty nasty comment left from a "fan" about your body and how hot you looked laying like that in bed

But neither of you said anything about it

I.N didn't said anything, cuz he hopped you didn't saw it

You just ignored the comment, truth be told

Shortly after that comment was left in poor boy's chat, he ended it, feeling too sick to continue the live

"Are you ok, Innie? You look a little pale..."

"Y-Yeah... It's just... I read a comment that made me feeling unsettled."

"Oh? The one about me? I just ignored it. I've gotten even worse."

If I.N wasn't pale before, he is now

He just couldn't understand how anyone could say something like this so easily

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[deanscherrypie69]

Did it mean something? D.W𖧷

♡Dean Winchester X Female Reader♡

♡Warnings: Mentions of kissing, and language no use of Y/n. 18+ pls minors DNI!!!!!♡ please do not post my fics anywhere else expect tumblr, you have been warned!

♡Feedback is appreciated! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!!!♡

♡Depending how this does I’ll post a part two!♡

♡My inbox is open for anything! (It will be open for requests soon!)♡

It had been a few days after Sam went to hell. Dean had lost his brother and you had lost your best friend that day. It was hard on you both. You didn't talk about it.

You both had been pushing your feelings down, about the whole situation, too scared to open up. Since Sam had been gone you and Dean had been hunting nonstop. It had been an easier way to cope with everything. Just pretending that everything was fine when it wasn't.

You And Dean had just finished vamp hunt and he offered to get food for you both.

After the hunt It had been raining like cats and dogs, you had been stuck in the hotel room trying to get a signal on the tv. "Come on!" You scream hitting the sides of the tv, it had been going out since the storm started, you sigh and run you hand across your face, when you were met with black and white static.

"Piece of shit-" You mutter kicking the bottom of the tv stand. You huff and sit on the edge of one of the motel beds.

You and Dean had been laying low for the past couple of days. You didn't hear from Bobby nor cas. You flop back onto the bed with a groan.

That was until the motel door swung open causing you to look over.

"Still nothing?" Dean questions throwing a white fastfood bag onto the little table in the kitchen.

"Nope." You say still looking at the ceiling.

You hear shuffling for a second, then you see the green eyed hunter standing over you with something wrapped in tinfoil. "Eat." He says placing it next to you.

You quickly sit up and grab the burger. You watch as Dean sits on the bed opposite bed across from you, he begins to unwrap the burger he had gotten both of you.

You watch as he bites into it, but you also noticed his wet hair. You watch him take two bites before looking in your direction.

Dean stops chewing the food in his mouth, "What?" He questions when he catches you stare at him.

"Nothing." You say.

Dean mumbles an 'ok' and continues to eat.

For some guy who had lost his brother he seems to be doing just fine. You get up from the bed, and walk into the kitchen, pulling out the chair you pull back the motel curtain, you stare out the window and watch the rain fall.

You missed Sam, he was your besfriend - besides Dean you thought, you and Dean were never really close it upset you, he never really talked to you about anything besides Sam. When you entered the room he'd go quite.

You never understood why.

You had been staring out the window for too long to notice the green eyed hunter sitting across from you.

"You really should eat."

His voice rumbles through your body. "I'm good." You say looking from the window and to the man that had been sitting across from you for god knows how long.

Dean sighs and leans back in the chair.

"You okay Dean?" You Hum crossing your arms over your chest.

"As good as i can be." He huffs through his nose, "I could ask you the same thing, I know loosing your bestfriend is hard." He says.

You roll your eyes, "He's your brother Dean."

Dean leans forward on the table his arms resting against the table. He nods his head, "We'll get him back." Dean says taking a deep breath, "We always do." He gets up from the table tapping his knuckles against the wood.

You notice the bruises that sit upon his knuckles, they were purple. He had gotten them trying to fight of a vampire, to save you.

"Sorry about that." You swallow, your eyes still focused on the purple.

Dean follows your gaze.

"Its nothing, happens." He says walking over to the fridge, he opens it pulling out two beers. He holds one up, He knew you weren't very much of a drinker. You hated beer. But why the hell not, right?

You get up from your chair and make your way over to Dean where he was leaning against the counter. He flicks the bottle top off and plops it in the sink behind him.

You copy his motion, you step beside him and plop the top into the sink.

You bring the bottle up to your lips, the bitter liquid runs down your throat. pullinging the bottle away, you notice Dean's eyes on yours.

"What?" You hiccup.

"Nothing," He says bringing the glass bottle up to his lips.

You begin to fidgit with the bottle, you were still facing the sink, staring down at the two bottle tops in the sink. "Do you ever think about it?" You hum.

Dean turns his head in confusion, "Think about..? he questions, you noticed the confusion in his voice.

You take a deep breath, "Getting out, hunting. And living a normal life."

Dean stares down at his bottle, "All the time." Dean sighs.

He had called one of his lovers, Lisa hoping to rekindle something with her now that Sam was gone, she said yes. Dean was supposed to leave by morning.

But Dean didn't know if he wanted too, it would leave you alone and he knew that you were counting on him to be there.

You sigh.

You could see Dean shifing in his spot. What was he thinking about you wonder?

You place the beer bottle down on the counter, making your way over to the bed. The staic looking on the tv fills your ears.

"Do you think about it?" Dean asks putting his bottle next to yours. He strieds over to the bed and sits next to you.

Talking a shaky breath, you turn to face the green eyed man. "No." Dean watches you fiddle with your fingers, as he waits for you to contiue, "I never saw myself settling down, or getting out of this life, it's not for me. This is my life. There's no changing that."

Dean nods at your words.

You look up to find the man looking at you. His eyes searching your face, going back and forth between your eyes and lips.

It all happened to fast, Dean's lips on yours you his on his shirt, urging him to take it off.

This was wrong, you thought. You never felt this way about him. He was so mysterious, he never let you in on anything that happened to him, it was always Sam filling you in.

You both could barely be in a room together without one of you leaving because of the awkwardness.

But maybe it was Dean putting up a guard to try and protect you. He knew you didn't belong in this life, hunting and killing things. It just wasn't right for you.

You're different you aren't like him or Sam. And that's what Dean liked.

You were bought out of your thoughts when Dean nipped your ear causing you to squeal. "everything okay?" Dean questions looking up. You were straddling him.

His lips were pink and swollen from the kissing.

You quickly nod and grab his face, pressing your lips against his.

- - You had been woken up by a pounding on the door, you shoot up out of the bed, your eyes still trying to adjust from the light that was coming through the window.

You quickly pull the covers from your body, cold air hits your skin, you were naked. "Shit." You mumble, the pouding on the door didn't stop.

You looking over on the side of your bed where you were hoping to find Dean but he was gone. A bad feeling washed over you when you slide you t-shirt over your head.

You smelt him everywhere. In your skin in your hair. He was everywhere but no where all at once.

Putting the last leg into your jean's you fling open the door.

You were met with an old lady and a cleaning cart, "Room service!" She smiles, squeezing past you with her cart. You close the door behind you.

You quickly rush over to the bathrrom, maybe he'd just been in there, but you were met with a dark room. His duffle bag was gone. You swallow hard.

You walk back into the kitchen to find the beer bottles still sitting on the counter. Everything was gone, he was gone.

Tears form in your eyes. You grab your socks and shoes, and your coat that had been on the back of the chair in the kitchen chair.

You do a quick run through of the room to make sure you weren't missing anything.

Turing your head over your shoulder you had noticed the tv wasn't static anymore, an episode of 'Dr sexy' Was playing on the screen.

The cleaning lady had made her way over to the kitchen area, throwing away the bottles you and Dean had drank out of earlier.

You sigh and fish the hotel key out of your pocket before setting it down on the table.

You shut the door of the motel behind you, you fish out your phone and scroll through your contacts.

You click on the name before letting it ring a few times.

"Hey Bobby, care to give a girl a lift?"

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[scudslut]

Ok hear me out. Reader and Daryl go on a run for supplies with a few other people. Reader makes a mistakes and almost gets seriously hurt/ near death experience. Daryl gets pissed at reader, maybe yells at her. Reader laughs it off and acts like she doesn’t gaf. Daryl later finds reader all shaken up and crying by herself. Love if you don’t, love if you do!

stay with me

daryl x fem!reader

wc: 2k

warnings: typical twd gore/violence, mentions of death, mentions of trauma/ptsd

a/n: absolutely love me some good fluffy angst, thank u nony❤️ i hope you like it:))

As much as you tried to prepare yourself for the inevitable situations runs would put you in, the blood-chilling reality of it never got any easier. No amount of mental prep could stove off the sounds and smell of the dead, nipping ravenously for a taste of your sweet living flesh.

Of course, over time you’d learned just to shut your brain off and fight. Fight as hard and tirelessly as you possibly could, but mistakes could still be made. Shit happened, whether it was your fault or not.

Hours earlier, a group of you went a few miles east of the prison; Daryl having spotted a little strip a few days prior, not too overrun that he thought might be loot-worthy.

It was a simple run really. Keep close, hit a few shops in and out, then head back home. That’s it. Follow the plan, get as much useful shit as possible, and get the fuck out of there. You guys had it down to a science at this point, runs becoming so second nature it was almost too easy to let your guard down nowadays.

“Hey D, I’m gonna go check the storage room back here. Might have something we could use,” you voiced to your partner a few isles down, still keeping your tone as low as you could.

“Gimme a sec, I'll come help ya,” you heard him say but you kept moving. You two had already cleared the main area, you could handle a walker or two if there actually was any behind the small door. You figured you would’ve heard something by now, some sort of banging or grumbling to announce their presence, but there was nothing, the coast presumably clear.

You should have waited.

Crossing the few miscellaneous isles you reached the back door, giving it a small rattle. Still complete silence, not even the faintest groan or shuffle. Knife at the ready, hand clamped over the cool metal handle, your heart rate picked up a notch as it always did before opening into the unknown.

“You got this, come on,” you muttered to yourself, before throwing the door open, bracing for attack. The door flew wide, only to reveal a dark, empty room. Squinting through the dimness, a few high, dusty shelves were visible, stocked with all sorts of canned goods. Fuck yea, that was certainly useful.

“D! Come look what I found!” you rasped, dropping your knife into its holster and shuffling in. You unslung your backpack from your shoulders, digging through it for a flashlight excitedly. It’s been so long since you’ve found this much canned food, surely enough to keep the group well stocked through most of the winter that was approaching. A loud creak from the left caught your attention as you sped forward. Hands finally finding purchase on the flashlight, you flicked it on, scanning across the room to the sound.

Dust caked the air, making the already dark room fuzzier and your eyes took a minute to adjust. You took a few smaller steps closer, peering wearily ahead and then you saw them.

Beady, soulless eyes staring back. A whole rickety staircase of them, heads turning one by one to the light source in your hand.

“Oh fuck.”

There had to be at least 10 of them that you could see, the top of the stairs pitch black and unrevealing.

Your feet stumbled backward, hands desperately reaching for the knife at your hip, dropping the flashlight in the process. It rolled and caught under your heels, knocking you on your ass as the corpses advanced, jaws snapping.

These were those moments. When you felt your heart in your throat, brain stuttering on action. Time moved so slowly that the fragments were almost visible and every thought screaming in your mind sounded like gibberish. You know you should move, is that what it was screaming?

The first one got to you, grabbing your leg trying to crawl up and finally, you were kicking, scrambling, grabbing onto the knife and slamming it into its skull with a loud squelch.

“Daryl!” you yelled. You needed him. Now.

3 more dropped before you, slinking towards you and you were trapped — the first corpse lying heavily over your midsection.

“Yea, yea girl. I heard ya,” you heard him respond, still sounding a few isles away.

No no no, this was not how you were gonna die. Not today. Please.

You kept stabbing, each kill taking everything out of you as you struggled against the body weight atop you. They just kept piling, you could hardly feel your legs anymore, the circulation surely cut off below your knees. And more were coming, a never-ending stream of hunger.

Another one landed before you and you had just enough time to catch its shoulders before it was inches away, snapping at your neck. Your arms burned, tears welling in your eyes as you realized this could be it. You didn’t know how much longer you had before they gave out and rotting teeth would be sinking into you, tearing you apart.

The walker kept snapping, so close you could see the layers of rotting flesh peeling from its face. You had been close to walkers before, had stared into the lifeless eyes too many times to count, but this was different. More were coming and the face in the reflection of its eyes was barely recognizable — terror painting every feature you’d known on you distorted.

The bones cracked in its left shoulder and it dislocated, dropping down to centimeters from your skin.

“No,” you sobbed quietly. Daryl wasn’t going to make it, you knew that. He was going to walk in and find his girl as dinner. You hoped he just booked it, and didn’t waste his time trying to save what would long be gone.

The walker fell limp in your arms and you flinched harshly, expecting excruciating pain to follow as it bit. But there was nothing.

“The fuck are ya doing! Get up!”

Daryl was suddenly right before you, ripping each body off your aching limbs and you were now acutely aware of the larger pile by the stairs, all with arrows and stab wounds littering their heads. When had he gotten in here?

You didn’t hear his words, adrenaline coursing so loudly through your system that all that could be heard was a loud, shrill ringing.

“Goddammit girl, wake the fuck up!” he shouted, grabbing you by the shoulders in an attempt to lift you. Your brain caught up then, as he harshly placed you on your feet. Walkers scattered the floor around you, and a grumble at the stairs announced it wasn’t the last of them.

Daryl reached down, grabbed your dropped items, and shoved them in your dumbstruck hands. “We’re gettin’ outta here, now,” he seethed, dragging you along and slamming the door behind you both, crossing the lines of isles quickly to the front entrance.

The fresh, afternoon air hit your nose in a gust and the last of the fuzz chipped itself from your senses slowly.

“Hope yer fuckin happy with yerself. Can’t ever listen to a goddamn word’a mine, can ya?” Daryl quipped beside you. His eyes were slits as they dug into you, so fuming you could see the heat radiating off his skin in the early autumn brisk.

He was angry at you, you knew that. But you also knew it was because he was scared. Hell, you were fucking terrified to stone back there, but if you wanted to calm him down at all, you knew you had to act unfazed.

Gathering any remaining wits about you, you took a deep inhale, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting them.”

He didn’t respond, wouldn’t even look at you anymore as he began to pace the graveled parking lot.

“Hey don’t stress Dar. I’m alive, we’re good,” you attempted to soothe further.

“Don’t stress? Yer a real piece a work, y’know that! Always fucking up everyone’s shit cause ya don’t wanna use yer brain, huh?”

Well, that did not go as you expected.

The rest of the group had started shuffling out of the other shops around you, making their way to the vehicles.

“Jeez, you need to lighten up,” you brushed past him, head high. You couldn’t let his words affect you, not with all the other emotions coursing as well. You didn’t understand what he meant. You had never put anyone other than yourself in danger, how could you possibly be fucking over everyone else?

You decided to wait in the car as the rest of the group went back for the cans, tag-teaming whatever walkers remained. The loot had decently filled both trunks and everyone was happy to call it a day and head back.

Your eyes followed Daryl as he jumped into your car, eyes trained on the windshield, “Ya alright at least?” he muttered glancing at you briefly while shifting the car into drive.

“I’m good, you big grump,” you huffed with a tight-lipped smile. “That much food will last us a long time. I believe a thank you is in order, don’t you think?”

You were not good. Not at all, but there was no reason to worry him anymore, putting him through enough today as it was. Your hands were shoved tightly under your thighs, so he couldn’t see the tremors racking through you.

You had smelt death so many times it didn’t bother you much anymore. Today you had smelt your own. Saw your life in that walker's eyes, mere seconds away from demolition. It was safe to say you were shaken to your core.

The journey back was silent, both not in the mood to chat for very different reasons, and the whole time you were trying to keep each breath of yours steady.

You helped unload as much as you could, before slipping away discreetly to your cell. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this, you felt kind of pathetic honestly. This was life now, it had been this way for a long time now, you shouldn’t be so shaken up as you were but the terror just wouldn’t leave your body.

Panic washed over you once again as your eyes hit your dim cell. Your mind was quickly slipping back into those last moments, the darkness and dust all too similar. The fear you had felt coating your veins icily and your breaths started to become agitated. There was nowhere else to go though. If you left the cell someone would see you.

Subconsciously, you backed yourself into the corner of the room, crumbling down to the floor with your head in your hands. Deep down you hoped your hyperventilating would knock you out. You didn’t want to think anymore — see it anymore. Tears were burning the back of your throat as you held down sobs, feeling the walker's hands and weight atop of you all again.

A small yelp escaped you when the hands became real. Pressure on your shoulders and waist and your head snapped up from its hiding spot, reflexes already prepared to fight whatever presence was with you.

“It’s jus’ me, hey, hey,” you heard through your panic, his blue eyes just recognizable through blurry tears. “S’okay, relax.”

You couldn’t calm down this time, vicious sobs finally breaking their way out of your frame. Running was your first thought; you didn’t want anyone to see you like this, Daryl or not. Emotions were never a strong suit of yours and would always find yourself dealing with them in private, away from sympathetic words and pitying eyes. But Daryl was never like that, he drew you in and held you tight, uttering no more words other than the ones to confirm it was him. If you asked him to say more, he would, but he knew this was what you needed. Someone to ground you back onto Earth and out of whatever images tormented your head.

So that’s what he did. Held you for hours as your body expelled all its terror and lingering adrenaline. He’d give quiet coos through each wave of shakes, grabbing a blanket to warm you through the cold sweats. And finally, once the fear faded to exhaustion, he scooped you up off the stiff concrete and into your soft cot.

“Stay with me?” you rasped, throat parched and raw from crying.

It wasn’t a second thought for him. He was never truly angry with you, and he knew you knew that. He needed you safe with him.

“Always.”

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get you (f) - seungcheol

summary: neighbor!seungcheol. you’ve just moved into your first solo apartment, and seungcheol just so happens to live across the hall. he’s only being neighborly when he offers to help you bring some furniture in. it’s not his fault you think he might be the most handsome and kind man on earth. what could go wrong?

word count: 8.9k (part one/?)

warnings: afab reader (some gendered terms), cussing? 

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you’re all for being an independent woman. you are! you pride yourself on it, actually. you were the kid that taught yourself how to tie your shoes. if you had problems with homework you figured it out. you got yourself through undergrad and grad school on your own, and you’ve never relied on a partner to take care of you. 

you also assured friends and family you’d be able to move the last pieces of furniture into your new apartment alone. up until now, this whole independent thing has worked for you, but in this moment? you need help. 

it’s your huffing and puffing trying to get your couch through your apartment door that makes seungcheol open his in curiosity. he knew someone would be moving in soon, so he had kept an eye out for the new neighbor, purely out of nosiness. when he realized it was you though? suddenly his interest was piqued. he watches on as you struggle and push your couch to no avail, and when you get so frustrated that you kick it’s leg and hurt yourself, seungcheol can’t help but laugh. this alerts you to his presence and you jump slightly before whirling around to see exactly what you need: a big beefy man. who has a really cute smile, you note, but you shake that off to focus on the task at hand.

“uh, hi,” you say sheepishly. “was i being too loud? i’m sorry.”

“no, you’re good,” seungcheol smiles. “it wasn’t too loud, it just sounded like someone in distress so i came out to check. do you need a hand?”

“god, please,” you sigh as you step aside and seungcheol walks up, eyeing the situation. “i’m y/n by the way.”

“seungcheol,” he says, offering you his hand. you bite back a smile as you shake his hand, noticing how warm and soft it is. and big, too. “do you have any pets?”

“um, a dog, why?” you reply, confused.

“will it try to bolt if i pull the couch back out?” he asks, looking over to you. “i think we need to pull this out and angle it different, it’s getting caught on something in your apartment.” 

“damn,” you whisper. “it’s probably my dresser, it also was too big and heavy for me to move by myself, so i got it as far into my living room as possible.”

“i’ll pull the couch out and go in first then,” he offers. “i can move it out of the way and help from there.”

“sounds good,” you respond, moving to grab onto the couch and help him pull. he politely waves you off though, and with one good tug he has the couch all the way out into the hallway. seungcheol shuffles around it quickly, and you just watch on in surprise, shocked that he could do that so easily. getting the couch that far through the door took you about ten minutes, and he just undid it in two seconds. once he’s inside your apartment you hear a grunt, and you shout out “don’t scratch the floor please!” as he starts moving the dresser. his head pops back into your doorway a few seconds later, no sign of exertion on his face. either you were just really weak, or this guy is a demigod. that’s the only way to explain his crazy strength. 

“so i think we should turn it like this,” seungcheol demonstrates with his hands. “and then we should be able to carry it in no problem.”

“ok, cool,” you say, reaching down to grab your end of the couch. seungcheol counts you off, and you lift the couch so much easier with his help. he backs you into the room slowly as you guide him to where you want the couch. you both lower it down carefully, and then step back to admire your hard work before turning to your helper. “perfect! thank you so much, seungcheol, really. you didn’t have to do this.”

“i don’t mind,” he shrugs, looking at you carefully. you almost wonder if there’s a bunch of sweat on your face to make him stare like that, but he breaks the staredown and looks around. “you sure you have a dog? i don’t hear or see one.” 

“he’s probably afraid of all this noise, he’s kind of a baby.”

“what’s his name?” seungcheol asks.

“fred,” you tell him, and he looks at you questioningly. “after my favorite harry potter character.”

“cute,” he smiles, then he calls out, “fred? fred! c’mere buddy!” you hear the familiar sound of your best friend clomping down the hall, and seungcheol’s face breaks out into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. fred gets excited at the sight of another man in the house, and promptly tackles seungcheol back into the couch you so carefully placed. you watch on with your own smile as seungcheol plays with fred, and he looks up to you and says, “i love this guy. can i have him?”

“only on the days he gets on my nerves,” you joke. “otherwise he’s mine.”

“aw, you get on mommy’s nerves?” seungcheol coos, playing with fred’s ears. “i don’t believe that, you’re a little angel.”

“there’s nothing little about him,” you laugh, crossing the room to find fred’s new bone. he perks up as you toss it to the other side of the couch for him, and he finally jumps off of seungcheol. “now’s your chance to escape, quick, before he notices!”

“what if i didn’t want to leave,” he pouts, and something about the way he looks at you again has your heart beating faster. the sound of fred’s chomping makes you both chuckle though, and seungcheol ruffles his head before standing. “i guess i should though. anything else you need moved before i go? where’s that dresser gonna end up?” 

“oh, um, my room,” you start to say, “but i can get it, you don’t-”

“show me the way,” he says simply, picking the dresser up on his own.

“you’re not human,” you tell him, and he laughs. “seriously, do you deadlift cars? how are you this strong.”

“i’m not that strong baby,” he says, “because if i stand here any longer my arms will start shaking. show me where to put this please.”

“this way,” you say, turning quickly so he doesn’t see the blush creeping up your cheeks. you lead him to your room, and show him where to put the dresser. granted, he doesn’t really need that direction considering every other part of your room is covered with bookshelves. 

“well aren’t we hooked on phonics,” he teases, admiring all your shelves of neatly stacked books as he backs out of your room, turning to look at you. “you unpacked your books first, but your mattress just has a sleeping bag on it?”

“i had more book boxes than anything else,” you shrug. “if i unpacked those first that’s a bulk of the work. it made sense to me.”

“no, it’s smart,” he nods. “you must be really smart too, since you read so much.”

“eh, mostly i just read for the pictures.” 

that gets a genuine laugh out of seungcheol, and you watch with stars in your eyes as his gummy smile shows itself again. he walks over to fred, petting him one last time, before facing you again. 

“well, if you need anything else, you know where to find me,” he says with finality. “it was nice meeting you y/n.”

“you too seungcheol.”

“actually, you can call me cheol,” he says. “i like that better.”

“oh, ok,” you reply. “thanks cheol. i owe you cookies or something.”

“with extra chocolate chips?” he tries, and you smile.

“well now, to get that you’d have to help me move my kitchen table later,” you joke, and he nods. 

“alright, just come get me when you’re ready,” he says seriously, and you shake your head. 

“you’re very nice, seungcheol, i hope you know that,” you tell him, and his heart warms at your words. 

“thank you,” he smiles softly. “see you around?”

“yeah, you’ve gotta come back for your cookies,” you say, and he nods before walking to your door and letting himself out. he waves goodbye and closes the door softly behind him, leaving you with a racing heart, and you’re not sure why.

-

a couple days later, you’re puttering around cleaning your kitchen while you wait for your friend vernon to arrive. he was bringing dinner before you went out to a movie with some of your other friends from college, and you were excited to show him your first adult apartment. you’ve been through a lot of big life things with each other, so this is just another happy one to add to the list. right on time, there’s a knock at your door and you slide across the hardwood floor to open it. except, when you open the door, it’s not vernon staring back at you. it’s seungcheol.

“hi,” you say breathlessly, the slide move you did across your apartment feeling silly now. “what’s up?”

“going out?” he asks, not subtly checking you out. “you look nice.”

“oh, um, kinda?” you reply. “i’m going to a movie with some friends from college, then they’re coming here for drinks after.”

“sounds like fun,” he smiles, nodding. “well, i just came over to give you this,” he explains, holding up a package that looks like it’s addressed to you. “it was at my door instead of yours, and i brought it in on accident. sorry about that.”

“oh, thanks,” you tell him as you take the box. “i actually haven’t been home all day, so i’m glad you grabbed it. my last place was full of mail stealers so i’m a little paranoid about leaving my stuff for too long.”

“man, some people really suck,” seungcheol says, and you nod in agreement. “i’m happy to hold onto anything that gets delivered when you’re not here though, i’ve been working from home a lot lately so i don’t mind.”

“are you sure? i don’t want to be a bother-”

“y/n, please, let me be a good neighbor,” cheol laughs, and you give in without a fight.

“alright,” you sigh. “i’ll do the same for you. but..”

“what now?” he groans playfully, and you push his arm lightly, making him smile more.

“i uh, i think i might need your number? you know, to tell you when there’s something here that you need to pick up,” you say, and you don’t miss the way his face lights up. he takes his phone out and hands it to you, a new contact card already open. you save yourself as your name and your apartment number, and cheol nods in approval when you hand his phone back.

“ok, well, as always, nice to see you y/n,” he starts, and the sound of footsteps coming down the hall pulls both your attention. you smile as your eyes fall on vernon, and your nose picks up the smell of your favorite mexican place coming from the food in his arms. what surprises you is what happens next. “vernon? what are you doing here?” 

“visiting y/n,” he says with a nod in your direction. “what are you doing here man? you live here?”

“yeah, across the hall,” cheol replies, and vernon smiles politely. 

“finally got tired of your big life across the country?” he teases, and cheol blushes. 

“yeah, more like it got tired of me,” he responds. “i wasn’t really cut out for that kind of stuff.” 

“understandable,” vernon nods, finally looking over to you. “did you just meet him y/n?”

“yeah, he was the neighbor i told you about,” you say, and seungcheol is eager to know what you could’ve been talking about to make him come up. “the one with superhuman strength.” ah, he thinks. you were just talking about him helping you. what he doesn’t know, and what you hope vernon doesn’t mention, is how you also mentioned he might be the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

“thanks for doing that, man,” vernon says. “kept me from having to come over here and risk pulling my back out.”

“yeah because you’re so delicate,” you joke, and vernon nods seriously. 

“well, good to see you man,” cheol starts, “but i’ll let you get ready for that movie-”

“you should come with us,” vernon offers, and you whip your head to look at him. he looks at you challengingly, but you keep your mouth shut, not daring to look at seungcheol. “you might know some of the friends we’re meeting up with, i bet they’d want to see you and catch up.”

“you sure?” cheol asks, looking between you both. vernon tries to send you a message with his eyes, and you take a breath before replying.

“yeah, you should join us,” you agree. “by the looks of it vernon got us enough food to feed a family, so i’m sure we’ll need help with these tacos. and the movie should be fun too.”

“what are you seeing?” cheol asks.

“puss in boots,” you and vernon reply together, and cheol starts to laugh but then he realizes you weren’t joking.

“you’re serious?” 

“as a heart attack,” you reply, and he smiles. “still wanna come?”

“yeah, let me just put my good sweatpants on,” he jokes, and you step aside to let vernon in finally. 

“alright, we’ll get the food ready,” you tell him. “i’ll leave the door unlocked, just come on over.” you wave off both their complaints that you live alone, you shouldn’t be so comfortable leaving the door unlocked, blah blah blah, but you break it up with a smile and close the door quickly as vernon starts piling food on your coffee table. then, you hiss at him, “what was that?!”

“i just invited your crush to hang out with us,” he says in his signature nonchalant way. “you’re welcome.”

“yeah, but now i’m gonna be on edge the whole time, i wanted to relax tonight,” you whine as you join him on the couch, ears catching the slow pitter patter of fred waking up from a nap somewhere down the hall. vernon reaches out to pet him as he speaks.

“i don’t know, you looked pretty comfortable around him when i walked up,” he smiles slyly, giving you a side eye as he focuses on messing with your dog. 

“i hate you.”

“no you don’t,” he says, tossing you a bag of tortilla chips. “now eat your food.”

-

when seungcheol came back over, you had an easy time chatting and eating, just joking around like you’d all been friends forever. you found out the lore behind the two men meeting each other, and why it’s been a while since they’ve seen each other. vernon had a music production class with cheol when he was still undecided at school and he took whatever classes he wanted. you knew that’s how he met mingyu and wonwoo, but you never knew of seungcheol until now. you also learned that the reason he was left out of vernon’s backstory is that cheol transferred about a year later, wanting to go to a school with a better music program. he told you shyly that he tried making it on his own as a rapper, but that was apparently the life that didn’t agree with him. he moved back here about six months ago, wanting to be back around friends and family. now he’s getting his master’s in business and doing music lessons and other odd jobs on the side to pay for everything. 

you feel yourself falling deeper and deeper as you learn more about him, each story or interaction more endearing than the last. too soon for your liking, you realize it’s almost time for the movie, and you rush to clean up but seungcheol offers to do it for you. he and vernon take care of the food while you take fred out one last time, and when you come back it looks like you walked in on a tense conversation. vernon is hiding a smile though, and seungcheol’s cheeks are bright red, so you decide to ask about it later. you check that they’re both ready to go, and they nod. as you’re locking up, vernon hangs back while cheol goes toward the elevator. 

“yeah, he likes you,” vernon whispers, almost making you jump.

“what?” you whisper shout back, but he’s already walking down the hall and asking cheol about how he likes living here. you’re left with a lot of questions as you join them, but you’ll have to get your answers later. vernon offers to drive, which you jokingly tell cheol isn’t that much of a kind offer, but you both take it anyway. cheol lets you take shotgun, and he sits behind vernon so he can steal glances at you without either you or vernon noticing. vernon sees it though as he checks the rearview mirror, and he just smiles to himself at the budding romance between two of his best friends. this will be a fun night.

-

at the movie theatre you meet up with some of your other friends, mingyu and wonwoo smiling widely when they see seungcheol walking closely behind you and vernon. you find your friend tahi, who the boys left in line to have a little reunion with cheol. they’re happily taking while tahi eyes you cautiously, and you have to ask why she’s looking at you like that.

“who’s the eye candy?” she teases, and you roll your eyes.

“my neighbor,” you reply. “vernon knows him, so he invited him. his name is seungcheol. he’s...”

“cute?” tahi offers, and you scoff. “you think he’s cute.”

“how’s wonwoo?” you counter, and she blushes. 

“touché.”

the boys come back to the line for tickets then, wonwoo taking his place incredibly close to tahi and seungcheol standing incredibly close to you. you and tahi share a look, as if telling each other “see?” but you don’t say anything. the line moves quickly, and the ticket attendant doesn’t bat an eye at all these adults asking for tickets to puss in boots. when it gets to you, cheol swoops in and asks for two tickets, quieting your protests with a simple shake of his head. 

“stop doing that,” you pout slightly as you walk with cheol and vernon into the building. 

“doing what?” cheol asks, looking at you strangely. “i’m not doing anything.”

“you’re being too nice,” you almost whine. “you’ve helped me with furniture, saved my mail, bought my movie ticket, i feel like i’m not doing anything for you in return.” 

“then i guess you just gotta catch up baby,” he smirks, walking ahead of you to join mingyu in ordering the biggest bucket of popcorn you’ve ever seen. you’re all going to share, as per usual, but you get two buckets: one with just butter and one that you add a disgusting amount of candy to. tonight the candy of choice is those cookie dough monstrosities, and seungcheol makes a face as he watches mingyu dump two boxes into a perfectly good pile of popcorn. “why the hell are you doing that dude?” 

“salty and sweet,” vernon replies. “best of both worlds.”

“that’s nasty,” seungcheol gags, watching as you and mingyu both take healthy tastes of your concoction. 

“i almost think it needs more candy,” you say as you stare down into the popcorn, and wonwoo holds up an extra box.

“i got it,” he says. “if we don’t need it then me and tahi can split it.” you send her another glance, and she just smiles at you in response. 

“come on, let’s go before the good seats are taken,” vernon says, and you all agree, grabbing all of your goodies and heading to the theatre.

unsurprisingly, there’s a lot of kids. but there’s also a lot of adults too, and you’re thankfully able to find a full row sans toddlers at the back of the room. you like sitting off to the side, as silly as it may be, because you feel like the sound isn’t as head shatteringly loud if you’re sitting next to a wall. that means there’s only one open seat beside you, and vernon quickly takes it, considering he’s been your movie buddy for five plus years now. you watch as cheol makes it up the steps and looks at you, then vernon. is that disappointment in his eyes? whatever it is, it passes quickly, and then he moves down the row to sit in between vernon and mingyu, which means he gets to be in the middle of popcorn passing. he makes a face each time you and vernon ask for the candy bucket, and you eventually get tired of it. 

“seungcheol, would you just try it and get over yourself?” you whisper-hiss, and he looks at you kinda shocked before he dips his hand in and takes a bite. you watch on proudly as he tries to fight a smile that proves he was wrong to judge, and instead he just shrugs and says, “it’s not that bad i guess.” 

“you’re annoying,” you chuckle, reaching over vernon to grab the bucket. 

“do you two need to be left alone?” vernon jokes quietly in your ear, and you’re thankful for the low lighting so he can’t see your blush.

“you’re annoying too, he’s not special.”

“hm,” vernon hums.

“what?”

“nothing,” vernon shrugs, the opening credits starting to play.

“vernon you better not be planning anything-”

“sh, y/n please, the movie’s starting,” he says smugly, and you just whine into his shoulder before sitting back up to focus on the screen. you don’t notice seungcheol watching on, stewing in silence as he wonders just how close you and vernon really are. 

see, when you took fred out back at your apartment, cheol and vernon had a very interesting conversation. vernon was basically playing protective best friend while seungcheol tried to feel out your relationship with vernon. vernon was trying to make it clear if cheol messed around with you he’d be toast, but cheol took that as vernon being a jealous boyfriend. he wasn’t sure you were together though, because if you had been dating vernon, he should’ve been there to help you move in. otherwise he’s a shitty boyfriend. since then, cheol has been carefully toeing the line trying to figure out where he stands, but he feels pretty confident you might like him back, especially when he catches you staring after he laughs a little too loud at one of the silly jokes. and again just because. he only noticed because cheol spends the entire time with half his attention on screen and half on you. you coo adorably every time perrito does or says anything, and it sends his heart into overdrive watching you smile like that. he catches himself thinking how he’d like to be the reason for that smile, and to shake him from his thoughts he tries focusing back on the movie. 

at the end, you all agree to still come back to your place for drinks and so the guys can be nice little gentlemen and help you with a couple things. you and tahi agree to supervise, and you separate to your different cars and head back. in the car cheol considers telling you he might turn in once you make it to your building, but you twist around in your seat and say, “cheol, i have beer and i think some tequila at my house to drink, plus like, coffee and tea, but is there anything you want specifically? we can stop and get it before we get home.”

“no, beer’s fine,” he smiles, happy that you want him to stay. the three of you walk together back to your apartment, and vernon offers to take fred out before the others arrive, leaving you and cheol alone in your kitchen. you’re taking out the drinks, cheol trying (and failing) to ignore the way your ass fills out your pants as you bend down. “hey, y/n?” he asks, and your attention turns to him. “can i ask what’s going on between you and vernon?” 

“what do you mean?” you ask in return. “he’s my best friend.”

“yeah, but like, just your best friend?” cheol asks. “you’re not...together, or anything, are you?”

“ew, god no,” you reply. “i mean, i love the guy, but we’d kill each other. we’re just friends.”

“ok,” cheol nods, and you watch him carefully. 

“why were you so curious?” you ask, and he avoids your eyes. “you couldn’t be...jealous, could you?”

thankfully for seungcheol, the doorbell rings signifying your friends’ arrival, and you shout to them that it’s open. once again giving cheol a reason to lecture you on the importance of locking your door. his complaints are ignored due to mingyu and tahi admiring your new digs, wonwoo nodding approvingly in the background. you pass drinks around, and you fall into comfortable conversation, showing them around. vernon comes back with fred, and mingyu is immediately on the ground with him. you swear mingyu just comes over to see him, and you watch on and laugh as fred loses his tiny little mind over seeing the man sized version of himself. everyone finds a seat in the living room then, tahi and wonwoo occupying most of your tiny sofa with just enough room for vernon to squeeze in on the end. you take the armchair, honestly your favorite spot in the house because it’s so comfy, and that leaves seungcheol awkwardly standing at the entryway to your kitchen.

“stop being weird,” you tell him, patting the spot next to you. “come sit, there’s enough room.” cheol silently takes your offer, sliding in next to you with ease. you listen on as the boys catch up some more, learning more about cheol through the stories they tell. pretty soon you need another drink, and you softly ask cheol if he wants anything else. he nods, and you get up to grab two more beers, offering his out to him as you come back into the room. you take your seat again, and cheol absentmindedly drapes his arm across the back of the chair, his hand landing on your shoulder in the process. vernon is watching like a hawk, silently begging you to make eye contact with him but you know you’d be a blushing mess so you just watch as fred disses mingyu for tahi, smiling as he pouts on the floor. without a distraction, mingyu spins around to face you, smirking when he sees you so comfy with cheol. 

“so y/n,” he starts, and your heart drops to your stomach, thinking he’s going to comment on cheol’s arm around you. once the teasing starts it won’t stop, and you don’t want your friends to embarrass cheol (and risk him moving). “you told me i had to be your handyman tonight?”

“hey, i thought that was my job,” cheol complains, his cherry red lips making the perfect pout that you want so badly to kiss. “you didn’t like my work so you asked somebody else?”

“no, you’re the muscle,” you assure him. “gyu owes me from a dare he never paid up on, so he has to go fix the showerhead in my bathroom. he’s the only person i know who’s tall enough to reach it anyway.”

“he’s not that much taller than me,” cheol grumbles.

“oh, so you want to do it?” you ask him, and he quickly shakes his head. you laugh and look back to mingyu, a knowing smirk on his face. “c’mon, i’ve got the new one in the hallway.”

while you’re gone with gyu, tahi and wonwoo get to work too. tahi remembered you saying you had a lot of dishes to unpack, so wonwoo unboxes everything while tahi washes them. vernon joins to dry everything and put it away, being the most familiar where you like everything to go considering wherever you live is basically his second home. that leaves seungcheol alone in the living room, feeling kind of left out. he goes to find you, really ready to tell you he’s heading to bed this time, but he hears a bit of conversation between you and mingyu that has him stopped in the hallway.

“he’s a really good guy,” mingyu says. “and you look cute together.”

“stop,” you tell him, and he giggles. “careful, you’re gonna fall.”

“i’m just saying, if you’re ready to date again, seungcheol’s not a bad guy to start with,” mingyu keeps going. “way better than the lame guys you usually go out with.”

“gee, thanks.”

“you agree with me though, otherwise you’d be defending them,” mingyu says. then a beat of silence, and, “there. it should be good, wanna try it?” 

that’s when seungcheol decides to pop into the doorway, scaring the shit out of you as you turn the shower on, completely spraying mingyu with water. you and cheol look at each other in shock as gyu shrieks in the background, and you rush to turn the water off before falling into a fit of giggles with seungcheol.

“this is NOT funny,” mingyu seethes. “i’m going home.”

“mingyu, no, stay,” you cry between laughs, watching as he stomps into the hallway calling for wonwoo. you and seungcheol share another set of laughs before going back out, and you thank your friends for their help while they all get ready to leave. it’s late anyway, and you can tell tahi was about to crash any minute. vernon says goodbye to fred before he says goodbye to you, and mingyu leaves without saying anything at all, making you fight back giggles again. before you know it, it’s just you and seungcheol alone in your apartment. 

“uh, guess i should go too,” he starts to say, but at the same time you talk over him, saying, “i think i’ve got one more beer, wanna share it?”

“oh,” you say in unison, and you smile shyly before trying again. 

“i mean, it’s late, so i understand if you wanna go-”

“i can stay,” he says quickly, then adds, “a little longer. i can stay a little longer.”

“ok,” you smile again. “meet you on the balcony?”

you grab the last beer from your fridge while seungcheol opens the door leading to your secluded balcony, nothing but boxes piled on your outdoor furniture, so he just leans against the railing and admires the view. you join him soon after, fred following in your footsteps to lay at your feet between you and seungcheol. he reaches down to give fred a pet as you take the first swig, and when cheol stands back up you hand him the drink. 

“can i ask you something?” you start, and he nods, encouraging you to go on. “since you were so concerned about me and vernon earlier. i uh, just wanna know, i guess, um. are you single?” you fumble out, and seungcheol watches you fondly.

“yep,” he says with a pop on the p. “very single.”

“cool,” you nod. 

“cool?” cheol laughs, and you blush, not meeting his gaze. “can i ask something else?”

“shoot.”

“i heard mingyu saying something about you only dating losers?” cheol asks, and you bark out a laugh at the unexpected question, almost choking grossly on the sip you just took.

“fuck, sorry, i didn’t know you heard that,” you laugh nervously, and when cheol just stares at you waiting for a reply, you explain. “i mean, they weren’t losers. they were nice, i just haven’t had the best luck with guys lately. i think it hit a new low when i realized a playlist one guy made me had been deleted, and that made me sadder than it probably should have.”

“he made you a playlist?” cheol asks, and you nod.

“yeah, and me being hopeful, i was like aw, it has some of my favorite songs, must be fate,” you pretend to sigh romantically, remembering the butterflies it gave you at the time. “he named it y/n too, so i guess i expected him to..keep it? i don’t know, but it made me sad when i noticed it was gone.” you look up and find seungcheol staring back at you thoughtfully, and suddenly you’re embarrassed. “god, i probably overshared, didn’t i? sorry.”

“no, it’s ok,” he says softly, his hand incredibly close to yours on the railing. “what kinda music are you into anyway?” and that sends you both into a frenzy, discussing favorite artists and new releases, the beer quickly finished and your hands slowly getting closer and closer on the railing until cheol finds himself playing with your fingers as you talk about a new daniel caesar song. you stop mid sentence, noticing how cheol’s attention has shifted. 

“seungcheol,” you quietly call his name, and his eyes find yours lazily, not wanting to leave the sight of your hand in his. you give his hand a squeeze, and that seems to pull him out of his daze. “it’s late, we should probably-”

“can i kiss you?” he asks suddenly, and you find yourself nodding before you can even process the question. his hand leaves yours, instead making its way up your arm to hold you delicately by the neck, angling your chin up slightly so he can slot his lips over yours. you feel sparks flying across your chest, your heart beating a mile a minute at the feeling of his plush lips pecking over yours. you sigh into the kiss, childishly wanting to kick your foot up like in the movies. your hands hold onto his shoulders tightly, and you whine when seungcheol pulls away, smiling at you with his whole face. “g’night doll,” then one more kiss that you still chase, and then he makes his way back to your front door, making sure to flip the bottom lock before he leaves. 

you stand there fazed for a while, your heart finally settling back to a normal pace when fred nudges your hand, whining to tell you he’s ready for bed. you fall asleep thinking of seungcheol, and the next day he’s the first person you think of when you wake up. the sound of your phone buzzing by your head is what pulls you from your sleep, and in your groggy state you look to see who it’s from and find yourself donning a dopey smile when you realize it’s seungcheol. you unlock your phone quickly, finding his message and letting out a small gasp when you see what he’s sent you. no words, just a link to a playlist titled “y/n <3″ full of just about every single song you talked about last night, with what you bet are recommendations from cheol sprinkled in. suddenly the tiredness is cleared from your mind, and you hop out of bed with a pep in your step as you press play and start your day.

-

it’s been too long since you last saw seungcheol.

well, in reality it’s only been a couple days. but after that kiss? even just a few hours is too long for your liking. it’s not that either of you is avoiding the other, no. you may or may not jump up and peek through the peephole when you think cheol is coming and going, just to see that it’s one of your other nearby neighbors. and he may or may not try to head to the gym at the same time he assumes you leave for work. but so far you’ve both been missing each other. it’s not until the middle of the week that you get your first seungcheol sighting.

your friend jen is coming over after work, so you left the office a little early to tidy up since she hasn’t seen the new place. you’re in the middle of folding blankets when there’s a frantic knock at your door, and when you open it she launches herself inside. 

“hey! cute place,” she starts, barely giving it a glance around. then, staring dead into your eyes, “please tell me the sexy guy across the hall is the one tahi told me you’re in love with.”

“he’s not sexy-”

“but you’re not denying you’re in love with him,” jen catches, and you roll your eyes. 

“we kissed once, that’s not love,” you explain. “more like infatuation. but whatever.”

“oh so you’re infatuated huh?” she teases. “good for you, like i said, he’s sexy. with those strong arms, his glasses-”

“he was wearing glasses?” you ask, maybe a bit too eagerly. 

“yeah, he was all dressed up,” she replies. “he was leaving, but it looked like he didn’t have time to change from his work clothes.”

“hm,” you think silently, trying not to imagine a bespectacled cheol in a suit. “whatever, we haven’t seen each other in a couple days so whatever it was is probably over.”

“i don’t know,” jen hums. “when he heard someone at your door i swear he leapt out into the hallway, and he looked mighty disappointed that it was me and not you.” 

“you’re lying.”

“impossible, i can’t lie.”

“whatever. do you want food?” you ask, heading to your kitchen. “i’ve got cookies i wanna make too, so you better be hungry.”

“always.” 

-

you’ll never admit this to jen, but the cookies were for cheol. you’ve been meaning to thank him for being so...neighborly, and you were so busy with the move and settling in that it kept slipping your mind. cooking for jen was actually the first time you’ve made anything at this place, so you took advantage of your time in the kitchen and made a hearty batch of chocolate chip cookies. once jen was tired of your food and your company, she left (with cookies in her pockets, you could tell), so you were finally able to go share the rest with cheol. except...you caught yourself checking your reflection by the door, wondering if you looked too tired, maybe you should do it tomorrow. or should you change? is this too casual, your favorite sleep shirt and sweats? 

no, you shake your head, clearing your thoughts. you’ve got to just go do it. go across the hall, knock, drop the cookies off, goodbye. easy as that. you take a deep breath and then cross the hall, already smiling. cheol opens the door after one knock, and you suddenly wished you had changed. 

cheol is stood before you, with his glasses on, yes. which look devilishly handsome on their own, but that’s coupled with a nice dress shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled up his strong arms. your eyes can’t help but wander further, admiring the way his thighs fill out his dark slacks. cheol clears his throat to bring your attention back up, and you find him smirking when you finally make eye contact again. 

“hey darling,” he says, politely checking you out as well. you’re not as dressy as he is, but to him you’re just as mesmirizing. you look adorable, and cheol has to stop himself from reaching out and tugging on the hem of your oversized shirt. 

“these are for you,” you squeak out, handing him the plate of warm cookies. he takes them gratefully, albeit a little confused, but he smiles as your fingers brush his. 

“what are you doing?”

“catching up,” you reply, and seungcheol looks taken aback for just a moment. you smile at him and start to wave, turning back to your apartment with a short, “bye!” but cheol reaches out and grabs your hand, stopping you.

“what are you doing now?” he asks, and you give him a puzzled look.

“i already told you, i’m catching up to all of your good deeds,” you explain. “and now that i’ve done that, i’m gonna go lay down, i put a lot of love into those cookies, mister. it’s exhausting work.”

“no,” he laughs. “i mean. are you doing anything right now? do you want to..come in?”

“oh, um, i,” you stutter, seungcheol watching you intently. “i should probably go lock my door.”

“you do that,” he nods. “i’ll get some milk for these and we can share.”

you quickly run back over to your place, looking frantically for your keys. fred watches you from afar, totally judging you. you shush him, as if he could say anything, and then you delicately close your door and lock it behind you. seungcheol’s kept his cracked, so you just let yourself in, and you take a deep breath upon entering. it smells so...so manly, and fresh, like...like cheol. 

you look around slowly, wanting to take in every detail. his apartment is dark, lit only by a couple lamps, and there’s a large couch looming in front of you. you admire all the leather and wood detailing he’s decorated with, noting the bookshelf by the door and smiling when you see some familiar spines. seungcheol emerges from what must be the kitchen, cookies on the coffee table already and two glasses of milk in his hands. 

“you look good,” he says, nodding toward the couch as a sign for you to join him.

“what, in my pajames? please-”

“no, i mean here. you look good here,” he says suavely, and you blush deep and bright red. 

“you look good too,” you tell him. “you fill out the seat of those pants pretty nice.”

“did you just say i have a nice ass?” he gasps in mock surprise, handing you your glass. “i can’t believe you’ve just been hanging around me for the goods.”

“oh please, like i haven’t caught you staring at mine,” you say as you reach for a cookie. you watch as cheol dunks his first, taking a healthy bite, and he literally moans at the taste. you hope he doesn’t notice you shifting in your seat.

“god, y/n, these are amazing,” he says, looking at you quickly before he finishes the cookie in two more bites and reaches for another.

“damn,” you whistle. “i’ve never seen someone so eager about my food.”

“hm, well, if you ever need the vote of confidence you know where i live,” he says, mouth so full of cookies that a few crumbs fall to his shirt. you don’t want the chocolate to stain the nice white fabric so you reach over and wipe it off for him, not missing the firm feeling of his chest below your hand. he’s still, watching your every move as you sit back on the couch, suddenly embarrassed by your own boldness. your hand tingles in your lap, and you take a bite of your own cookie to take your mind off of it.

you fall into easy conversation with him, talking about your days. he had to teach a class tonight, which you’ve just learned is part of how he pays for his master’s program. that’s why he was so dressed up. you tell him about jen coming over, and he doesn’t tell you that he could hear you both talking about how sexy he was as he came back to his apartment to find his forgotten phone. soon enough, the cookies are gone and the candle cheol had lit is starting to flicker out. you yawn, stretching slightly, and look around for a clock.

“it’s late,” cheol says, noticing your wandering eyes. “you probably need to go check on fred.”

“oh yeah,” you yawn again. “i need to walk him one more time before bed.”

“really? right now?” cheol asks, and you nod. “it’s too dark out for you to go on your own, let me do it.”

“cheol, no-”

“no buts,” he says as he stands and pulls you up with him. “i’m doing it. now come on.”

“but-”

“ah!”

“no, seriously,” you whine as you make it across the hall. “i just thought i had paid you back and now here you are doing me another favor.”

“stop thinking of them as favors,” cheol groans, and you turn to look at him. “what? don’t look at me like you don’t know i like you.”

“wow, uh, i mean, i did know, but-”

“then let me do nice things for you, y/n,” he says, pulling your hands into his. his thumb rubs over your knuckles as he continues to speak. “i like doing this kind of stuff for you, and i am not expecting anything in return. so just accept it, darling.”��

“okay,” you meekly reply, and he kisses the top of your head before pulling back from you completely. 

“now, if you wanted to make me those cookies again though, i wouldn’t complain...”

-

you fall into an easy routine the next few days, finally feeling settled in your new place. your friends visit constantly (which is how you like it). fred has a favorite walking path, and you see cheol just about every day even if it’s little interactions. you leave for work and cheol just so happens to be checking his mail at the same time, so he escorts you to the bus stop outside. somedays you claim you need more salt for your dinner, or bring over more things you’ve cooked claiming you made too much. there’s no clandestine meetings on your balcony or hang outs on his couch, but you look forward to each day wondering how and when you’ll see seungcheol next. 

today though, you’ve been busy. you’re looking for a new job and your boss doesn’t know, so you had to rush around to an interview before work and another one right after. when you got home, it looked like cheol’s apartment was dark, and you were so tired there was no way you could fake a food emergency just to see him. simply knocking on his door, or texting him to say hi, didn’t cross your mind either, but hey, you were exhausted.

that’s why, when vernon texts and asks if you want to go to dinner, you jump at the chance to buy food instead of cooking for yourself. you ask when and where and who, and he responds one of your favorite restaurants in an hour, but he’s not sure who else is coming yet. that usually means it’ll just be you and him, which you’re more than fine with. vernon cleanly ruins that dream though when he texts back, “you should ask seungcheol, actually.”

“no,” you reply, going back to scrolling on your phone. you groan when vernon calls you instead of texting, but you answer anyway. “no,” you repeat. “he’s a big boy, he can eat on his own.”

“if you don’t ask him i will,” vernon says, and you can tell he’s smiling. 

“please don’t,” you whine. “why don’t you just want to hang out with me? i’m not fun enough for you anymore?”

“no, you’re still fun-”

“thank you-”

“but,” he emphasizes. “watching you lose it in real time around cheol is more fun for me. so i think you should ask him.”

“you’re despicable,” you groan, sitting up on your bed already messing with your bedhead before you go across the hall. 

“don’t use words i don’t know,” he jokes. “go get em, tiger. i’ll text you when i’m on my way to the restaurant.”

“fine,” you sigh. “wear shin guards, because i will be kicking you under the table in retaliation.”

“play footsie with cheol, not me,” vernon teases, and you groan again. 

“i’m hanging up.”

“see you,” he says, and then you toss your phone down on your bed. you shuffle out of your room, fred trailing behind you. once you get to your front door, you take a breath before opening it. you crack it slightly so fred won’t escape, then make the short few steps to cheol’s door. you knock quietly, almost hoping if you’re quiet enough he won’t hear you. but, of course, he jumps up at the sound, door swinging open in seconds. 

“before you ask, now i’m out of salt because someone can’t seem to remember it at the store,” he says with a smug smile. “so come up with something else, babe.”

“do you wanna go to dinner?” you ask, and that catches him off guard. his face wavers, only slightly, because he’s trying not to smile so wide that his head cracks open. his pause makes you nervous, afraid he might mistake what you’re asking, so you scramble to explain, “with uh, with me and maybe the guys and some of my friends? i probably should have started with that.”

“oh,” he says, deflated. he really wanted it to be just the two of you. “sure. now?”

“um, how about in an hour?” you say, and he nods. “it’s the indian place across from the record store downtown.”

“i love that place,” cheol smiles. 

“which one?”

“both,” he shrugs. he can tell you’re about to turn back to your apartment, but he says quickly, “um, i’m kinda bored, actually, so do you mind if i change and then just come over?” 

“no?” you reply, sounding unsure.

“really?” he asks, “you sound...concerned by that. we don’t need supervision to hang out on our own, darling.”

“i know that,” you scoff. “i just. didn’t expect you to ask.”

“i’ve missed you,” he shrugs, and you feel your heart leap into your throat. “so is that a yes?”

“yeah,” you reply with a nod, “i’ll walk fred while-” as you talk, you turn to look at the little man himself, and you both notice fred’s beady little eyes watching you from the crack in the door. you bust out laughing, and cheol joins you after admiring the sound of your giggles. 

“what’s he doing there?” cheol asks, taking a breath. 

“he’s supervising,” you joke.

“ha ha,” cheol replies. “go walk your weird dog. i’ll be over in a minute.”

you come back from taking fred out and find cheol leaned against your door, dressed casually in jeans and a big hoodie, and those damn glasses perched on his pretty face. you blush just at the sight of him, and have to shake it off before you approach him. he looks up at the sound of you and fred, smiling brightly at the two of you. he smiles even wider when, simultaneously, you and fred perk up at the sight of him. you silently open the door, and cheol motions for you to go first. you undo fred’s leash, smirking when you catch cheol watching. once fred is free, he grabs a toy and heads to his victim, tail wagging so hard it could set him into orbit. cheol plays with him happily, and you watch on with a warm feeling growing in your chest. 

“i’ll be back,” you say finally, and cheol waves you off, distracted by fred’s excitement. you listen fondly as they play, and silently stress trying to figure out what to wear that looks cute but not like you’re trying too hard. reluctantly, you settle on a similar outfit to cheol, but instead you go for jeans, a comfy t shirt, and then a zip up to fight the cold. you’re checking that you have everything you need when your phone buzzing on your bed reminds you of its presence. you see it’s a text from vernon, and you want to punch him once you read it.

“ready?” cheol asks, a sweet smile on his face when you come back out. the sight of him, so comfortable on your couch, hand absentmindedly twirling fred’s ear as he’s curled up next to cheol, almost makes you forget the rage running through you for your best friend.

“i’m gonna fight vernon,” you tell him, and cheol gets defensive quick.

“why, what’d he do? should i talk to him?”

“no,” you groan. slumping against the wall as you text frantically. “he just said no one else wanted to go, so now he’s not coming.” you finish sending an essay of a text to vernon, realizing cheol hasn’t replied yet. you look up to find him staring back at you, a satisfied smile on his face. “what?”

“you know,” he starts casually, standing up and walking toward you. “if you wanted to go out with me you could’ve just asked.”

“i, if i wa..what?” you ask, still processing as cheol gets closer and closer, almost caging you in against the wall behind you. he smirks down at you as it clicks. “oh my god, no, vernon really did ask- i can show you the texts!”

“sure baby,” he coos, lips perfectly pouted at you. “i believe you. i’m just saying. for next time.”

“next time?” you ask. “aren’t we confident.”

“mhm,” he smiles, hands landing softly on your shoulders. “now, let’s go eat, yeah? then i can take you to the record store after,” he says, pulling you off the wall and leading you to the door. “there’s an album i want you to listen to...” and you keep listening, but your mind trails off, first thinking about how you’re gonna sock vernon the next time you see him, but then the warm feeling in your chest comes back and you realize: you’re going on a date with cheol. 

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[crystaldust]

If you're feeling stuck with non dualism, this might be able to help you

warning: long post

You get into this philosophy and you see bloggers advice to just claim everything as "not yours, not your problem" and move on with your day. What I'm realizing recently is that maybe not everyone can start off doing that, at least I certainly couldn't.

I believe what they mean by claiming thoughts as not yours is to leave the mind alone so that it can become quiet, as encouraged by Lester in his book. But what he also says is that doing that can be really difficult sometimes if your subconscious is filled with opposing feelings and thoughts to what you'd like to have in your life. So he advised to clear some of that subconscious heavy weight before trying to quiet the mind. (You can read more about this here)

And here's the big breakthrough for me: learning about the Sedona Method and practices of letting go of subconscious beliefs. I went ahead and found more material on it (you can access everything here), I've read some of it and started to apply it.

Now I had been practicing introspection for over a year so I am acutely aware of most of my subconscious issues (which make up this ego's identity in the world) but what I realized was that even though I had been aware of these self issues for a long time, I never tried to let go of them. I've had attached myself to them, claimed them to be my identity, they made me who I was.

With this new knowledge on how to let go, I started to try it out, everytime i felt bad or encountered unwanted circumstances, I'd try my best not to suppress the feelings or thoughts that would come up. Then I started to ask myself "Can I let go of this?" or "Can I let this be / Can I be ok with it?" and if I got an answer of "no" I'd then ask "Why not?" and immediately I'd see that it was just because that's how it is for the ego, it's a habitual pattern. And by now I already know that memory and continuity are part of the ego illusion so there's no real standing for these patterns to be in place. I just kept them there because I didn't know better.

The more I practiced letting go in this way, the easier it got and now I'm at a place where the mind is starting to naturally grow quieter. I'm not even asking those questions as much anymore, I immediately recognize what's happening and I let it be, whatever it is. It is also easier for me to do self-inquiry now and sometimes I catch myself wanting to focus on finding out my true nature rather than indulging the ego and it's never ending cycle of desiring and suffering.

The ego still wants to think and overanalyze everything, running in circles, but I have this knowing sense that it's useless, there's no point in thinking about anything. I still am experiencing the ego's life just as before but now I am being able to detach, to say "not me, not my problem" and move on mentally quite quickly. I don't dwell on the bad anymore. It happened to the ego and there's nothing they could have done about it, it is what it is, I don't need to entertain it anymore.

I still acknowledge the ego's desires and fears but I can actually leave it alone now, I KNOW it's not my true self and I'm at peace with it. I feel whatever comes up and then a minute later it's gone and I rarely think about it. I'm able to be more present and live in the moment.

All of this is to say that I had to understand and practice letting go to a degree in order to be able to understand and practice what more advanced bloggers recommend.

Final tips: ♡ Practice introspection, go deep and be honest with yourself. Understand who the ego is, what it feels and believes in, how it gets triggered and why. This will make it easier to make peace with it and let it alone. ♡ Start practicing letting everything happen, and I mean everything, every circumstance, every feeling, every thought. Try to control nothing. You might notice that if you let the ego do it's thing, it will pipe down quite easily. ♡ Remember that every single thing comes from the ego, every thought, every feeling, every fear, every doubt, every desire and every circumstance. And the ego is absolutely helpless in it's pursue. You can't help it, what you can do is accept it and love it unconditionally (you can actually do this!)

Big thanks to @4dkellysworld for turning me in the right direction 💖

#o #non dualism #nondualism #letting go #surrendering #4dbarbie #welp scared to post this lol #personal journey

[littlemissmiller]

Bad Press (part 2)

Pairing: dark!toxic!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, slight sejanus x fem!reader

Summary: (au) after avoiding getting caught cheating in the games, a hopeful presidential candidate snow is fed up with your slanderous reporting, so he decides put you in your place

Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, p in v, use of degeneration (whore, slut) blackmail, threats, dom!snow, sub!reader, slight jealousy, slight misogyny, obsession, power imbalance, porn with a plot

Word count: 3.8k

A/N: hello! happy sunday! i’m so excited and nervous for you guys to read part two but here it is! i had so much fun writing this and have some fun ideas for future coyro fics soooo stay tuned! also stay tuned for future projects with other fandoms that I’m excited to share ♡ enjoy :) also if you missed it check out part 1

You enter the golden elevator in the lobby of his building and ride it with him to the top floor. The entire time, his hand stays close to your waist, ghosting over the small of your back. It dings after several moments.

“After you my dear.” Snow smiles, pushing you forward slightly. You admire the luxury of his home. The ceilings are tall and intimidating. It  makes you feel small and the wide windows surrounding the main living room make you feel vulnerable. You walk over to the center of his living room, next to his two black leather couches, and he walks past you to the mini bar, just off to the side of the living room. He pours himself a glass of whiskey, plopping a square ice cube in.

“I said I’m not drinking” you remind him “What happened to tea?” You ask

“I know. I spoke for yourself not me.”

You huff, stand up and cross your arms.

“Well I’m not going to look like a fool and not drink when you do.”

“Be my guest.” He smirks and you roll your eyes

“Ok you got me here. What do you want to clear the record on?” You ask, taking a glass of whiskey from him.

“I just think if you got to know me then you’d be less bias in your reporting.”

“Less bias…” you mutter, chuckling under your breath, taking a sip of whiskey. It burns your throat and you try to keep your face neutral, but truth be told you didn’t drink alcohol with such a strong taste. He walks up to you, his tall frame backing you into the couch slightly until, your knees hit the back and you unexpectedly sit down. He continues to stand over you for a moment, then he smirks and sits on the couch opposite of you. He spreads his legs, resting his elbow on one with his drink in hand. He leans forward slightly, studying you. He cocks his head to the side, a small smile creeping on the side of his lips.

You tentatively sip your drink, then set it down on the table. You reach inside your bag for a pen and notepad.

“So, you were hoping for an interview.” He smirks

“Not necessarily with you. I always stay prepared.”

“That’s good. I like a girl who is ready like that. Dedicated.”

Your stomach swarms with butterflies, a slow heat creeps up your body that seems to becoming from in between your thighs. You try to contain it, slowly closing your legs together.

“So…” you roll your eyes “What would you like the people of Panem to know about you?”

Coriolanus smiles and takes a beat before answering.

“What a generic question”

“You said you wanted this interview Snow.” You glare at him

“I do, but I know you’re a better journalist than that.”

You scoff and roll your eyes

“Fine. How does it make you feel to know that the Snow legacy will be effectively over after this election cycle?”

He chuckles at you, making you feel small and uncomfortable.

“You’re cute when you’re trying to be tough. Easier to do when it’s behind newsprint hmm.”

“I-I mean every word I write a-a-and you know y-you’re not doing yourself any favors acting like this either.” You say, the words coming out less confident then you would have liked

“You know what…that’s fair. I’ll play nice for you…” he stands up, striding toward you. Coriolanus stands in front of you, towering over you. He bends down, placing one hand on your knee and the other pinches your chin.

“W-what are you doing Snow?”

“What do you mean? You want me to be nice. Maybe show you a side of me that Panem doesn’t know about. Right?” He states, placing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

You gasp. He trails his hand across your cheek, cupping your jaw and tangling his fingers through your hair. His icy blue eyes peer into your soul as he gives you a wicked grin. He leans in to begin to kiss and nibble at your ear and jawline. You can’t help but to relax slightly, tilting your head back and closing your eyes.

“I can be sweet you know. Romantic even. People think a lot of things about me and I tailor the conversations to be that way.”

You temper your breathing, trying not to seem so scared, but the feeling in between your thighs seems to be naturally overtaking you.

“And you?” He snickers “You have your own little agenda don’t you girl.” He kisses your neck, wrapping his hand gently at the base of your jaw.

“I thought you said there would be no games.”

“Yeah and you told me the same thing at the gala, yet here we both are. We both know that’s been a lie anyways. I think we should promise not to lie to each other anymore. What do you say?” He growls

“Fine.” you huff

“Good girl…” he presses one last kiss delicately on the corner on your lips, squeezing your cheeks. You instinctively turn to meet his mouth, but he pulls back, forcing your face to stare directly at his own. He clicks his tongue at you.

“No no sweetheart. Not yet. But you know what… you just confirmed something for me.”

“No…” you breathe“w-what are you talking about.”

“Mmm…Maybe I should ask you if there’s anything the people of Panem should know about you?”

You scoff nervously, trying to make it seem like you’re laughing at him, hiding the mountain of fear you feel.

“You’re not the one giving an interview here. I am! Wh-what are you even talking about Snow!” Your eyes shoot open and his blue ones stare back at you.

“Hmm seems like Sejanus didn’t please you well enough then. You’re still so worked up aren’t you. He’s not really man enough is he?”

You freeze. Eyes widening and mouth going slightly agape and all Coriolanus can do is smirk at your dumb, pretty, pathetic, little face.

“Yeah.” He scoffs “Sejanus ran his mouth. C’mon princess you know how guys like to brag right? Could you imagine if my tongue slipped like that.” He whispers, emphasizing the syllables in slipped.

“If the papers knew you slept with him, then wrote that article, and bashed me in the same publication, seemingly to make him look better in comparison….” He continues “you could loose your job…” his hands squeezes your neck a little tighter

“You wouldn’t.” You spat

“Oh the tabloids would eat it up. Tell me what headline would you make for such a scandal hmm? Go on tell me clever girl. I know you like to write flashy attention getters.” Coriolanus whispers, growling the word attention deep into your ear.

“Stop. Please. I-I was just using him” you admit

“Oh yeah? Tell me more.”

“Just using him…t-to get to you..” you breathe

“Ah there you go. That’s what I thought. Now tell me…” he hisses “why do you want my attention so badly?

You whimper and sink into the couch slightly as his hot breath fans your face, prying for a response. His clenched hand under your jaw pulls you back closer to him.

“Does someone have a little crush on their future president? Hmm? Hoping they would be the one to be made First Lady? What were you hoping for?

“I was hoping maybe he would introduce you to me. Because I-I…” You whimper again

“Say it sweetheart. Say you want me.”

“A-are you going t-to tell my boss what happened between me and Sejanus? Leak it to the press?”

“I won’t. But at a cost? No more bad articles. No more bad press.”

You contemplate his offer for a second, hesitant to say yes, but you agree.

“Now say it.” He demands

“I want you”

He finally kisses you. His soft lips land harshly against your own. All the anger that he harbored towards you comes through passionately and forcefully with his kiss. He doesn’t let up, practically consuming you with his mouth. Then all too soon, he pulls away. You whine at the loss of him.

“So predictable.” He smirks. Coriolanus throws a devilish smile your way, stands up, and begins to unbuckle his belt.

“You want my attention? Show me how much you want me then.”

Fuck this is happening. Your plan works better than expected. Frankly, Coriolanus didn’t care if you had trapped him, he now had you trapped, because Snow always lands on top. He begins to trace the pad of his thumb across your lips, causing you to quiver. You look up at him, fear blazing in your eyes. He simply nods, as you paw at his trousers, sliding them down. You watch intensely as his bulge slowly appears from behind his pants. You gasp, looking up at him for what he wants you to do next.

“Go on. Make me feel good.“

You do as you’re told, placing gentle pecks against his boxers. You clutch onto his hips as he tangles his fingers in your hair, pushing you further into his crotch. He tilts his head back, groaning in pleasure. You pull his boxers down, immediately going in to trail kisses up his shaft. You take his member in your hand, stroking it slowly. His blue eyes, now clouded with lust, looks down at you, mouth agape slightly. Coriolanus knows he holds all the power in the moment, but can’t help but whimper slightly as your soft, wet lips wrap around the tip of his cock. You tease him, sucking on just the tip, but Coriolanus finds the back of your head, pushing you forward slowly. You gag slightly, which makes Coriolanus sigh in amusement. He starts to rock his hips, holding the back of your head, watching you take him so perfectly in your mouth. He moves his hand cups underneath your face, thumb stroking your cheek, admiring how pretty your eyes look all big, round, and totally focused on him. He pulls out, causing you to gasp. He lets out a small, sinister chuckle.

“Good girl. God you’re good at that.”

You lean forward to put him back in your mouth but he stops, shaking his head, holding your chin in between his fingers.

“So eager. But I know you want more.” He says, stuffing his cock back into his boxers and pants. He holds a hand out to you and you take it. He pulls you up, guiding you to his bedroom upstairs.

Once there, he closes the door, locking it. He gestures for you to sit on his bed and you do. He walks towards you, unbuttoning his cuffs. You take a moment to sink in his well manicured room. His bedsheets, a pure white, with black and gold accent trims lay flat on the mattress in an elaborate black wooden bed frame. You lay back in anticipation, taking in the soft, plush sheets that were about to be an absolute mess. As he approaches, Coriolanus finishes unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, tossing it off. Even though he’s still relatively thin, his body is toned, and you suddenly can’t stop looking at him. He stays silent as he towers over you slowly. You raise your hands up to his bare chest, admiring him, taking note of his small, individual, freckles and the happy trail leading into his pants. You catch yourself panting and feel the heat in between your legs becoming noticeable. You need to be touched.

He pulls the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts to him. He admires them, pinching and groping them, causing you to mewl. Next, he carefully bends down sneaking his hands down to your thighs, and pushing the fabric up to your hips. Coriolanus pushes you on your back, then hooks his thumbs around the waistline of your panties and slides them down, all the while kissing your pelvis, then your hip and down your thighs. You buck your hips up in response, wanting more. Coriolanus coos at you when you’re finally exposed to him, slowly lowering himself to his knees.

“Just what I thought. So needy for me.” He smirks, pressing his fingers against your core. He leans forward, slowly rubbing your clit, enchanting you.

“Tell me…did Sejanus make you this wet? This sensitive? I’ve barely touched you and you’re practically drenched.” He asks.

All you can do is simply shake your head, letting out a breathy moan in an attempt to speak. He can’t help but continue smirking at you, satisfied with the power he holds over you. However, he’s unsatisfied with your lack of response. Coriolanus slaps your pussy.

“I asked you a question…”

“No…he didn’t”

“Good.”

With that, he dives in, mouthing at your core. Coriolanus starts soft, his lips ghosting over your clit. He looks up at you, grinning against you as your needy eyes stare back into his. His mouth feel so wet and warm, you can’t help but rake your fingers through his blonde locks. You remember when he still had his curls and envy not being able to comb your hands through them, but his new, sleek look, gave him an edge that made him look dangerously handsome. Regardless you still think he looks gorgeous in between your thighs. He laps you up, relishing in how good you taste. You toss your head back, losing yourself in the enjoyment and feeling of his tongue. Coriolanus pats the side of your thigh, pulling away momentarily.

“Look at me, darling. Focus up.”

You nod and he raises an eyebrow, looking for a verbal reply.

“Yes, sorry” you agree, doing your best to keep your head up.

“You answer me when I ask you a question got it. Don’t forget manners now.” He mocks

He dives back in, this time wasting no time tasting you. His mouth envelopes your clit, eyes occasionally glancing at you to make sure you’re still watching him and you’re enjoying the pleasure he is giving you. You’re moans and whines sound slightly pathetic to your own ears, but Coriolanus simply drinks it all in, marveling in how you’re beginning to come undone. He gives your clit several deliberate licks, before drawing it in between his lips and sucking hard. You cry out at his actions, and he moans against you as you do. You buck your hips, and he clutches the hem of your dress to keep you down, pressing your core further into his face. He adds a finger, then a second. You clench down around him, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Just as you’re about to finish he pulls back. You whine at the loss, squeezing your thighs together to make up for it.

He starts to undo his pants again, hastily pulling them down, whipping out his cock. He strokes it lazily, mouth agape as he admires your soaking pussy, thanks to him. He pulls the rest of your dress down, leaving you bare in front of him. Your breathing becomes laborious, anticipation creeping up your body as you lay eyes on his beautiful cock again. Your eyes are locked on it and Coriolanus takes notice at your gaze, smirking to himself again over the way he is able to mesmerize you.

“Oh I wish you could see your face. You’re so desperate.” He tuts, pulling his pants all the way down and stepping out of them.

He pulls you closer to him, your butt hanging off the bed slightly. After a few more strokes, he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing in without giving you a chance to fully prepare for his size. He slides in, letting out a ragged, breathy, moan as he does. Coriolanus takes a moment to fully sink into you, and when he does he hits your cervix with a hard, deep thrust. He pulls back and thrusts back a few more deliberate times then finds a good pace. He leans down eventually, capturing your lips. You can still taste yourself on his lips. You moan. Your legs wrap around his waist and nails scratch his back, which only encourages him. He ruts into you deeper and harder, gritting his teeth and grunting as he does. Coriolanus pulls away to look at you, panting. He cups your jaw, forcing you to focus on him, flashing a devilish smile.

“Is this the attention you wanted? Fucking Sej to get to me. Bet you liked being a little whore for him too.”

“H-h-he wasn’t as good as you.”

“I know that darling. That’s not what I want to hear you say though.”

“I-I like being a whore for you..” you breathe, your head starting to feel hazy.

“Mhmm. Good girl.” He whispers, drilling into you

The sounds of skin on skin and your collective moans fill the room. You warn Coriolanus to be quiet, fearful his family will return home from the dinner to hear lewd sounds coming from his bedroom. He only shakes his head at you, ignoring your pleas.

“This is my house princess. They know better than to investigate noises that have nothing to do with them. Especially coming from my room….” He breathes, his hot breath fanning your face. “So keep making those pretty little noises for me slut”

He rails you now, not holding back and expecting the same from you. All you can do is let him fuck you, your soft walls clamping down on him like a vice. He’s intoxicating, all consuming of your thoughts and emotions in this moment. You kiss his shoulder and neck as he rocks above you, clutching onto him more and more. He presses his fingers against your clit, rubbing small, tight circles.

“Mmm fuck Snow.”

“Call me Coryo” He hisses

“You feel so good Coryo. Mmm please don’t stop.”

“Oh I’m nowhere close to being done with you.”

He sits up, tossing your legs over his shoulder. Coriolanus starts to reign in his actions, slowing down his hips, staring down at your fucked out form. He admires you, almost looking sweet, but behind his facade, he was basking in how easily you seemed to have succumbed to his pleasure. And you can’t help yourself. Fucking Sejanus Plinth was nothing in comparison to the man who was currently inside you. Sejanus was gentle. Focused on your own pleasure and relishing in being able to sleep with a girl as gorgeous as you. He almost was too overwhelmed by your beauty to keep himself from finishing early, but Coriolanus was completely different. His dominant aura gave you a feeling that you haven’t felt before. The way he takes control, it excites you. His fingers return back to your clit, and you grind against them.

“There you go. Good girl. You like when I play with you like that?”

“Yes, yes yes…” you chant, nodding

“Such a pretty little whore for me aren’t you. Such an attention seeker. Look at you. Getting all the attention you want now.”

He reaches down, grabbing at your hips, he pulls you closer to him. He lifts your hips up off the mattress and starts to angrily thrust into you now, chasing more of his own pleasure. Still, he was unsatisfied and was feeling a bit greedy. Coriolanus pulls out, causing you to whine. His fingers rubbing your pussy again, slowly silencing you.

“Can’t believe you fucked my best friend just to get my attention. Is that what you like to do? Fuck to get what you want? Well two can play at that game” he pants. “And as you know princess I’m good at winning games.” He grunts

He ruts into you harsher, pushing the air out of your lungs.

“Wanna turn over and show me your pretty ass?”

“Fuck yes” you whisper.

He leans down to kiss you, pulling you up. You and him stay like this for a moment. His tongue swirling with your own, mouth consuming yours. Then he pulls back, and you turn over. You rest on your hands and knees, arching your back, presenting your ass to him just as he asked. He moans, splaying his hands across your cheeks. Coriolanus lets out a small chuckle, before landing a nice firm slap with both hands. You wince, flinching slightly. He rubs in between your legs, enjoying the way you shake for him. He inserts himself back into you, his hand moving to reach around back in between your legs. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass makes you go feral, and you lower yourself down onto the mattress more. You keep your back arched, and he moans loudly at the feeling of the new angle.

“Fuck that’s it darling. Go ahead and bounce on me. There just like that.”

Coriolanus clutches your hips, bouncing you back onto his cock. You move with him, matching his pace and speed. He feels even deeper in you like this, and with the way he continues to play with your clit, you know you’re close to coming undone. Coriolanus is close too. He gives your ass another slap, then another, and a few more on the other cheek.

“Oooh so good. You take me so well. Did Sejanus fuck you like this?”

“No no no no…” you cry.

“Did he make you come like I’m about to?”

“No”

He ruts into you at an unbearable pace. His grunts becoming more and more animalistic. You can barely hold yourself up and he notices the way your legs wobble. Coriolanus pulls you up against his chest. It only takes a few more thrusts to make you fall apart on his cock. You spasm around him, jerking around. You gasp as you do, holding onto him, the feeling of pleasure so overwhelming.

“Goood girl. That’s it…cum all over my cock. Fuckkk such a little slut.”

“Fuck…oh fuck Coyro..I-I-I…” you babble

He merely laughs at you, thinking how good you feel on him fucked out. His lips part, placing a few sloppy kisses to your cheek.

“Felt good didn’t it?” He asks

“Yes…” you murmur nodding vigorously

“Good.” He pulls out, turning you over and pushing you softly back onto your back. You barely process it as he slips back into you.

“Gotta finish too. Fuck you’re still clenching me darling. You like being fucked after you come?”

“Yes. Fuck are you going to come in me?”

“No…I’ll finish on your tits.”

Not too long after he declares his intentions, he pulls out. He finishes on your breast and stomach, the ropes of cum spread out on your body. When he finally finishes, he rests his sweaty forehead on yours. Your breathing becomes in sync.

“No more bad press. Got it?” He asks, tilting your chin to meet his eyes

“Yes, Coryo.”

“Good. I’ll get you a towel. Clean you up.”

He stands up, walking out of the room feeling satisfied with himself. You reflect on the experience, feeling satisfied in your own right. He may have changed your mind on your next article, but you got him to pay attention to you, which makes you feel somewhat victorious over the next president of Panem.

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#dark!coriolanus snow #dark!coriolanus snow x reader #toxic!coriolanus snow #Coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus smut #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #smut #tbosas #tom blyth fanfiction #tom blyth #sejanus x reader #sejanus x you #sejanus plinth #tbosas fanfiction

[whrsmym1nd]

those eyes

mean!joel miller x f!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), choking, fingering, joel being mean, degrading but also some praising, bondage, slapping (like once), some thing with spitting (idk how to explain), unprotected piv (wrap your bong before you dong), cum play

"...and stop giving me those fuckin' eyes!" he said loudly.

"i have no idea what you're talking about." but you did, in fact, have an idea. you knew he couldn't resist your eyes. those pretty eyes were his weakness. the one think he can never say no to.

"and now you are lying- darlin' you can't keep doing this. you give me that look with those pretty eyes of yours... how can i be mad at you when you're looking at me like that?"

he held your chin and leaned into give you a kiss...or so you thought. the hand on your chin was now on your neck, squeezing lightly. your breath hitched with the unexpected move.

"but you can't get away with everything, can you? if you won't listen...i'll make you listen, ok?"

you nodded to his words.

"now be good and get on the bed, on your back."

you did the second those words left his lips as if you were hypnotized by him.

you head hit the pillow, back slightly arched, legs lightly spread. joel towered over you and he each one of your wrists and held them together with one of his hands while the other one was busy taking his belt off. he tied your wrists together tightly enough that you wouldn't be able to move them but loose enough that it wouldn't hurt.

"hold them hands over your head, baby...or im gonna have to be mean. you wouldn't want that, would ya?"

you shook your head no.

"that's what i thought... but you did lie to me just a few minutes ago maybe i should be mean...teach you a lesson?"

"you can do whatever you want, joel. j-just touch me...please."

"aww...such a poor little baby. so fucking desperate, so fucking needy for me."

his hands trailed up and down your body, stoping at your hips. he held the hem of your shorts and ripped them off you body, your panties following. you gasped at the cold wind of the room against your wet cunt. the cold feeling disappearing when his warm fingers starts touching your lips. he slipped in two of his fingers, suddenly. making you yelp with surprise. his fingers started moving slowly. you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling until he slapped you roughly.

"why are you closing those eyes now, huh? you were trying to fool me with them just a minute ago...what happened, baby? don't get shy on me now."

you opened your eyes back to see him staring down at you hungrily.

"here's my girl, now... gonna be good and listen to me or do i need to make you listen?"

"i'll be good... i promise!"

he hummed at your words. his fingers were still moving in and out of you pussy in a painfully slow pace. his thumb was grazing over your clit every now and then.

"joel... please faster. i need you."

"need what baby, hm? what do you need, doll?"

you groaned out with frustration. 

"i need your cock in me, joel... please."

you felt small. trapped under him, begging to get fucked.

he grabbed you by your thighs and pulled you closer as much as he can. he pulled the zipper of his pants down and took of his pants and his boxers leaving him only in a shirt. he showed his hand in-front of your face and simply said.

"spit."

you spit in his hand whilst looking in his eyes. he pulled his hand away from you and closer to him again and spit in his own hand. he placed his palm that was covered in both your saliva on his girth and stroked himself. he paid extra attention on his rose colored tip and lubed his tip so it's easier for him and you.

he held the base of his cock and placed the tip right against your opening and moved it around the labia, teasingly. he showed his whole length into you at once making you gasp loudly. he grabbed your legs and placed your ankles on his shoulders, the new position made you feel him deeper.

he thrusted into you with no mercy. his thumb was on your clit, putting just the right amount of pressure. he leaned in and took one of your nipples in his mouth and started sucking. you felt like the air in your lungs were now gone.

"jo-joel, aah... fuck! it's too, fuck, much."

"you were just begging for this cock, doll. what happened? don't be such a fuckin' baby and take it like the fucking slut you are." he said aggressively.

you nodded desperately, not being able to let a word out. joel pulled out, leaving you empty, and flipped you around and pushed your head into the bed. he grabbed a handful of your ass and showed his thick cock back into you weeping cunt, making you scream at the sudden move.

his pace got brutally faster. his fingers were still on your throbbing bud.

" 'm gonna cum, joel... please let me cum." you begged with desperation. he grabbed you and pulled you up. his chest was pressed against your back, his cock was buried deep in you, his arm was wrapped around you waist, his thighs  were supporting you knees to make you stay straight up, your  tits bounce with each of his thrusts. he knew it's too much, your overworked pussy can't handle much more stimulation.

"cum around me, baby... ugh, let me feel you." and you were a goner. your legs trembled, your clit throbbed, your hole squeezed him and your mouth fell open, letting out moans, gasps and whimpers as you cum. you felt his thick robes of cum paint your warm walls.

You stay like that for a moment, holding onto each other before your bodies starts to hurt due to the position.

he pulled his ,now softening, dick of you and untied the belt around your wrist then spread your cheeks to have a look. his cum was spilling out of your spend hole and running down to your tights. he groaned at the sight. he licked a stripe up your pussy, spreading around the mess you both made.

your eyes widened due to the act. he pushed it all in with his tongue and pulled back, flipped you around again and kissed you. you could taste both of you on his tongue.

"if you give me those fuckin' eyes again...

i won't be as nice as i just were."

#joel miller smut #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller fanfiction #pedro pascal smut #joel miller #smut

[madameminor]

Fox Fire - Commander Fox x f!reader - Chapter 1

Summary: In an effort to forget your on-again-off-again, you head out with your friends - and they're determined for you to meet one Commander Fox. After all, the quickest way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

Commander Fox x f!reader

Tags: Smutty mcsmutterson. 18+. NSFW. "Basically, all the good stuff."

Warnings: Nothing this round. Just build up.

Notes: Ok hi! Dunno why I wanted to do this, but I did. I'm excited for the story. Post-war, everyone's ok, that sort of thing. Thank you so much to @dumfanting and @rains-on-kamino for beta-ing and keeping my creative juices flowing. I've tagged all the people on my IMWTO list, JIC you're interested in following this story too. If you are, comment. If you don't, I'll remove you for next chapter. Thank yoooou. Let's get this party started!

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You have to hand it to Chrisa. If her significant other didn’t work here, you would never have thought of coming to the Clone Bar for your night out - but it is PERFECT for what you need.

All the clones made it easy to clock strangers.

The entire vibe of the place is all about coming in and forgetting the world outside.

None of your or Marco’s mutuals would EVER just happen to be here.

AND

You have a bartender on your side, so if anyone gets too handsy or in your face - insta-boot.

The anger from earlier has simmered into resolve, and any excess is going to be worked out on the dance floor. You’d had enough to drink before coming out to loosen you up, but not to spiral you down. You. Look. FAN-TASTIC. Nothing pumps you up like looking your absolute best - and knowing it.

Damn right. It was time to have some fucking fun.

Your gaggle stride up to the front doors, Chrisa flashing the front doorman a smile and a kiss on the cheek before sliding on in. The thick togruta grins as he waves you all in, the lively music thrumming up through your shoes. OOooooo YES! Here we GO!

Lights, bass, people, ALL of it. You’ve missed it. Your spirits lift at the beautiful sight of fun.

Chrisa leads you past the first few bars, piled up with people, making her way towards a third bar closer to the back. You all follow, chatting away excitedly and looking out over the writhing sea of people. Your smile is genuine. You missed this. You missed them. 

“Baaaaaabyyyyy!” your friend croons, leaning over the somewhat busy bar to kiss the bartender. The rest of you sidle up to the 3 empty seats between two groups of clones, offering your hellos.

“Well, look at this attractive group coming up to my bar,” the bartender, Ceese, says with a grin. Their eyes land on you. “Heard we’re celebrating tonight,” they say with a wink. “So let’s get you all started off on the right foot.”

Your girls cheer and you grin as Ceese sets out 6 double shots, filling them to the brim with your favorite alcohol. You laugh as each of your friends and Ceese all take a shot glass, gathering in close around you. 

“To taking out ta poodoo!” Lehla toasts, holding out her shot.

“KRIFF TA POODOO!” Five clinks as you all cheers and down your shots. The liquid comfort slithers through your body, and you breathe a bit easier. THIS is fun. You’re safe here. You slink your arms around Freen and Sizie and hug them close. They smile and hold you tight while Ceese pours out your drinks.

“There you are, drinks are up, get out there!”

You all cheer and grab your drinks, Chrisa leaning up to kiss them thanks for all of you as your crew saunters off to the dance floor. 

Lehla dives right into the center, turning to all of you, and, holding up her drink, proclaims with the gravity of a general headed into battle “Behbies, lets DANCE!!”

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Pulsing, beating, swaying, living. You laugh and twirl and thoroughly lose yourself in the pleasure of being out with your friends. This was amazing. This was life as it ought to be. 

Only exhaustion and the need for another drink eventually pulls you off the floor, plunking you and your friends down into an open booth.

“More drinks, more drinks!” Sizie chants.

“Oh gods I can’t MOVE,” Freen whines as she leans back. She makes begging eyes at Lehla. Well, the Rodian equivalent. “Lehlaaaaa…”

Lehla good naturedly rolls her eyes. “ALright, alright. Chrisa, that's you and me. Lets go get the goods.” 

Chrisa laughs and loops arms with hers, the two heading back to the bar.

You fan yourself, glancing over your two friends as they gab away with each other, taking a second to get your bearings. The anger is burning off now, leaving just the sadness, the hurt… but its nice to remember everything you gain by… well, by things changing. Change is good. You take a deep breath, letting the comfort settle back in.

“Why do they keep looking over here?” Sizie’s voice cuts through, curious.

You look over towards the bar and see Chrisa and Lehla chatting with Ceese and a few troopers - commanders by their pauldrons. Of course Chrisa knew the regulars, probably catching up. And, uh, they all keep looking over. At you. Specifically at you.

Uh oh. “Oh Mother, what are they up to…”

Freen laughs. “Knowing them, something AMAZING.”

Chrisa and Lehla hurry over, both with a mysterious glint in their eye. Chrisa plops down next to you while Lehla leans in with a smirk, hand on the table.

“Soooooo,” Chris says with a sly grin, “do you think that clones are attractive?”

You side-eye her suspiciously. “Why?”

“Weeeeell,” Chrisa tilts her head to the side, letting you see past her, “one of my ‘friends’ over there happens to be Commander Fox of the Coruscant Guard.”

Your stomach tightens with regret.

You sigh, your forehead in your hand. “Chris, you know I don’t-”

She waves her hand at you. “-get on with law enforcement, I know I know. BUT,” she grins, holding a finger up to halt interruptions, “that’s long term. Fox is usually super busy, so he doesn’t really have much time for women in his life. Like, EVER.” She smirks with a small eye roll. “His team almost has to blackmail him to go out with them and relax - and that almost NEVER involves a woman. But that doesn't mean he hasn’t had off-ers,” she says in a sing-song voice. The others giggle as they glance off towards where the Commander sits.

Chris continues. “SO. It wouldn’t be for long- a fling, a jaunt, a roll in the hay, something cas-u-al-and-FUN!” She emphasizes each syllable to get her point across. “You need this. Something different to show you that you can actually be HAPPY in bed, with someone who actually CARES.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “How the heck do you know he ‘cares’?”

She grins again. “I’ve known him for a loooong time. And on the rare occasion that he’s drunk enough to loosen up and actually go home with someone, they ALWAYS come in again talking about how GOOD he is.”

You blink in surprise, and a little shock. “People talk about that?

She shrugs good-naturedly. “Bunker bunnies do. No judgement, they just like to try ‘all the clone flavors’.” She winks. “And I love to hear the gos about the regulars.”

You smirk as the others laugh. Trust Chrisa to be the bar gossip gatherer.

“So, what, you want me to hope he gets drunk, present myself to him and say ‘hi, my ex is an ass and I broke up with him today. Wanna fuck?’”

“Oh NO,” Chrisa pulls a face, “I wouldn’t suggest it if it was that impersonal. See, apparently…” she leans her cheek on one hand, grin glistening with mischief. “He’s been looking over at you all night.”

You blink. You try to sneak a look over to the bar to try and catch a glimpse of this Commander Fox. Two of the red and white clad clones start waving and pointing excitedly between them at the seated one beside them, facing away with what looks like his forehead in his hand. You’re sad you can’t see his face, but you can’t help but smile to yourself. You kind of know how he feels.

“And he’s… cute?” You say hesitantly.

Chrisa perks up and grins. “Oh YEAH. I’ve definitely glanced at him a time or two, don’t tell Ceese.”

“And… safe?” 

“YES,” Chris almost huffs a whine in exasperation. “Who do you think I am??”

Well…

It’s not what you normally do…

…but you ARE trying to do things differently this time…

Just one conversation? You didn’t even have to say yes…

He could be cute…

You look around at your friends' faces. Are any of them unsure about this? Would any advise you that this wasn’t a good idea?

Nope. All of their eyes are excited, almost pleading.

“...ok. I’ll at least talk to him.”

You friends all burst out with a “YES!” You smirk and shake your head. Jeez, you didn’t think you needed it THAT bad.

Chrisa stands and gives a thumbs up to the two clones waiting at the bar. They both pump fists in the air before leaning down to talk to the hunched Commander- who simply punches one of them in the arm without looking over at him. You laugh to yourself. Yeah, you definitely know THAT feeling. The poor guy.

Whatever they say to him, it apparently seems to work. He begrudgingly turns around on his stool and stands, grabbing his helmet. One of his men claps him on the shoulder, which he pushes off angrily before taking a deep breath, turning, and starting his way over to where you and your friends sit. 

You feel your breath catch a bit in your chest, something your girls notice with a smirk. He’s GORGEOUS. His hair isn’t standard clone cut - its a bit longer on top and down the back, the sides cropped short. You can see whisps of gray at the side of his temples, almost looking like highlights, making him seem more mature. He has a scar across one cheekbone adding to an authoritative air - but not oppressive or dismissive. His eyes are a beautiful amber brown, serious, but not cynical. And, you notice with a small smile, right now he looks just a little bit… sheepish. 

A man like this has been watching you? A trooper who doesn’t normally take girls home had seen you and not been able to disguise it from his overeager companions? You feel yourself preen internally as he finishes making his way over. 

“Commander Fox, meet the rest of my besties - Freen (she waves), Sizie (a nod and smile), and of course, The-woman-you’ve-been-staring-at-all-night.”

He glances at her with annoyance as your friends laugh. You extend a hand out to shake his hand with your introduction.

“Its… very nice to meet you.” He nods, resigning to the awkwardness of being caught.

“Well, we’ll get out of your hair so you two can get acquainted,” Chrisa simpers. You give her a ‘stop that’ look as she and the girls all file out with winks and excited grins. Sizie even seems to shake little pom poms, mouthing “go, girl, go!”

You play a bit with one earring as you look back at him.

“Sorry about them,” you smile. “Teasing is their love language.”

He snorts with a glance back at them, relaxing a bit. “I know the feeling.”

You chuckle despite yourself. He seems to relax a bit, a smirk playing on his authoritative features.

“Would you care to step into my office, Mr. Fox?” 

He chuckles this time, giving you a quick appreciative glance before sitting down across from you, placing his helmet by his side.

“Excuse me.” A service droid waddles up with two drinks - one your usual, the other looks like a whisky neat for him. You look at it, confused, while it sets them on the table.

“Compliments of the bartender, with the accompanying message-” says the matter of fact tinny voice. “‘-Make out already-’.”  You look up to the crowd of onlookers from the bar giving you both a thumbs up. 

You show them a different finger. 

They all burst out laughing, but get the hint and go back to each other.

You turn back, catching an impressed smirk while he gazes at you.

“You sure showed them.”

 You chuckle while you take a sip of your drink.

“So,” you smile, “come here often?”

He snorts an appreciative chuckle before shaking his head and indicating the two Corries at the bar. “Enough. Though not as much as my men would like.”

You chuckle, glancing over at the excited huddle. “I didn’t know the men of the Coruscant guard were so invested in their Commander’s R&R.”

A sigh and an eye roll, another sip of his drink. “Apparently getting away from work is ‘necessary’ for a healthy, ungrumpy lifestyle.” You nod sagely, indicating you see the sarcasm. “Just my luck to have the subordinates that actually care about my work-life balance.”

“Luck seldom has anything to do with things like that,” you smile, leaning your cheek on your hand. You know what garners unerring loyalty and hard work. You know the kind of leader it takes to make men march into danger- just to drag that S.O. to the bar afterwards - the kind who men take care of, because he took care of his men. “You must be a great commander if they worry about you so much.” And smart, and firm, but kind under it all, and… hoo, slow down honey. 

For some reason, looking at him, knowing what it takes to be a leader, to be someone who watches out for others, you feel compelled to say something you’ve never said before.

“Thank you. For your service.”

His head quirks to the side, eyes interested as they take you in. “I can’t really take much credit for that… it wasn’t entirely my choice, you know.”

You chuckle. “Perhaps not. But I’ve heard of clones who have sought other lives now that the war is over and your rights have been won - can’t blame them at all. I understand not wanting to do what you’re ‘born for’.” You unconsciously watch the bubbles in your drink for a moment before realizing your thoughts are straying, looking back into his intrigued eyes. “So you did have a choice. And you chose to help the people of Coruscant.” You smile, and shrug.  “So, for whatever it's worth, thank you.”

“Hm.” He smiles thoughtfully, regarding you for a moment while he takes a sip of his drink. “Actually, coming from you, it means a lot more,” his eyes take you in again, admiring, intrigued, inviting.

It sends a happy warmth through your insides.

He sets his drink down again, folding his arms and leaning in on his elbows. “So. Born for, huh? Tell me, what were you ‘born for’?”

You smirk, waving a hand in dismissal. Definitely a cop. “Nothing that I’m doing. But I’m an event planner.” You shrug, knowing it doesn’t sound like much to someone who regularly risks their life.

“Hm,” he answers, intrigued. Like actually intrigued. “Can’t say I’ve ever met someone in that field before. What’s your favorite part of the job?”

Hm. You can’t help your smile. No one ever really cares to hear about this part. “Well,” you think, having a genuine look at your chosen profession, “I meet a fair amount of different, interesting people. I'm more active and involved than other jobs, I get to create something, after a fashion, get to create beauty and harmony for people to celebrate or commemorate something.” And you do it well, you know you do. You’re proud of the work you do. “Its satisfying. Like I’m doing good in my own way.”

He smiles at that. 

“‘Interesting people’, huh? Have any good stories?”

“Hah,” you chuckle. “Oh do I.” You perk up, leaning in conspiratorially. “And in your line of work, you probably know some of the main antagonists.” 

His eyes definitely light up with interest. 

Pulling no punches, you dive into tales about Senators, big wigs, their staff, their relatives, the drama before, during, and after. His laughter is all the more hearty knowing who you're talking about. He even thanks you once for making him laugh so hard he cries about a particular Senator from Naboo and a Jedi getting told off for inappropriate use of an ice sculpture.

Knowing you know the main players, he pays you back 10 fold with his own stories- ridiculous requests, entitled children put in their place, the shenanigans his men pull when they think he isn't aware. You swap stories back and forth, relaxing in each others company, unwittingly moving closer together.

He’s nice, you keep thinking. He’s cute. He’s serious, but can laugh. You wonder… what he’s like when he’s alone, in the dark, laying in his own bed...

You only realize how long its been when you take a sip of your drink only to find the cold, watery dregs of melted ice. As you glance into your glass, with a small curse, you hear him say quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself:

“How anyone could do something stupid enough to lose a woman like you is beyond me.” He says quietly, almost to himself. You duck your head, a bit bashful, but keep your eyes up. So he’s feeling it too. He still wants you. He… he likes you. 

Maybe its knowing that, or maybe its the drinks. Or both. But suddenly you feel… sexier.

You look up at him through your eye lashes. 

“Is it alright if I… get more comfortable?”

His eyes spark with excitement and intrigue. “Of course,” he says quietly.

You close the small distance and slide into his lap, your back to the (you are totally sure) excited onlookers. 

You feel your heart pounding at the closeness, skin electric at your own daring.

“Is this alright?”

“Yes.” His voice is much deeper than it was. “More than alright.”

“Good,” you smile, one hand tracing behind his neck, lightly trailing through his curls. He gently places his hand on your leg, his coarse gloves ticking along your thigh, bewitched eyes starting to turn ravenous. 

‘You are absolutely stunning,” he breathes, voice low and serious.

You smile bashfully. “Thank you, its true.”

He lifts his hand and cups your neck, thumb tracing the length of your throat.

“I definitely, definitely want to kiss you right now.”

You place a finger against his lips. He smirks, slowly opening his mouth to lightly bite your fingertip. You breath catches at the small, sensual gesture. His eyes darken at the sound, his teeth releasing you.

“Kriff, mesh’la. I’m going to take such good care of you tonight.”

He kisses you. 

It's like a fire has started in your blood, burning away anything that isn’t this moment right here. You want him. You want him so badly, with his locks between your fingers and his teeth on your throat and his cock in your-

And you can. Because there is absolutely nothing holding you back.

You pull away just enough that your words ghost against his lips. “Do you want to get out of here… Commander?

His kiss is more insistent this time, ending with a small bite pulling your lower lip.

“More than anything.”

You slide off of him before taking him by the hand. He barely looks away from you as he grabs his helmet and dutifully follows you out of the club.

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[jennay]

I'm Fine

Request: Hello sweet bean! I'm a relatively new fan of yours and have loved everything you've written about Noah thus far. The last one I read had me thinking of a request? I was wondering what Noah would do if he found out his girlfriend was having an overwhelming day and wanted to cheer her up? Like, there was a mountain of small inconveniences that kept piling up and she was shutting down from her own anxiety

An: Thank you for calling me sweet bean. It's literally my new favorite thing to be called. I hope you enjoy! I tried!

Noah Sebastian master List

Warnings: floof anxiety?

You woke up from a nightmare that doomed your day. Fear and panic gripped your heart. Things went downhill when you found out your alarm had failed, forcing you to hurry to work; your coffee maker had malfunctioned, depriving you of your caffeine boost; and Noah had snatched the last of your favorite breakfast bars last night without letting you know.

You hoped things would improve as you finally got your car to start after several attempts. But you were mistaken.

You got to work and nearly died from a heart attack when you saw the pile of documents and the list of appointments that awaited you. You felt overwhelmed by the work your secretary assigned you as if you were a superhuman lawyer who could handle everything simultaneously.

You wished you could walk away from it all but knew that was not an option. Being a lawyer was already stressful and demanding, and dealing with this extra workload was not making it any easier.

You needed to talk with Amanda, your secretary, and see if some of these could be moved around.

You walk into her office and greet her with a smile; you don't want to be mean or upset her. "Hey," You say, sitting at the chair by her desk. "So I need a favor." You lean over and point to the screen. "Can you please call these two clients and ask if they can come in tomorrow? I have the Taylors coming in at 9 a.m., and the meeting always runs over the scheduled time. If you can start booking them out for at least two hours, that would be amazing."

She nods her head, apologizing, "I'm sorry. I know you've said that before. I'll write it down."

"That's alright, don't worry about it. I just need at least an hour between each meeting so that I can be ready and not rush things, but the Taylors are always here for a long time; they're very thorough and want to know everything that's going on.." You sighed and rubbed your temples. "I'll be in my office if you need me. Please let me know if anything comes up."

You sit at your desk, reviewing papers and bracing yourself for the chaos people will bring you today.

Sometimes, it takes a toll on you, especially when your life is not going smoothly. You glance at the clock and see you have a few minutes before your clients arrive. You decide to text Noah, who always knows how to cheer you up.

Can I come home already? I miss you and could use some aggressive snuggles right now. This day has been shit already.

You smile when he texts you back almost immediately. You know he is an early riser, but you are still impressed by how fast he replies. He must have sensed your urgency.

I'll be here when you get home, baby. You can have all the cuddles you want. I love you. You're a badass; you'll kick the shit out of the day. Ok?

You feel thankful for Noah. He is the best thing that's happened to you. He’s supportive, caring, funny, sexy, and makes you feel loved and appreciated.

On days like this, you wish you could shrink him to a smaller size, put him in your pocket, and carry him around. Whenever you needed him, he would pop out and say words of encouragement and sweet things to you. Your life would be so much easier with a pocket-sized Noah.

You put your phone in the drawer as your office door opens, and Amanda's head pokes through the gap. She is your receptionist and assistant, and she helps you manage your schedule and appointments.

"Your 9 o'clock is here," she says.

You nod your head, "Go ahead and send them in."

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for another session. You hope Noah's words will give you the strength and patience to get through the day.

You storm into the house, slamming the door behind you. You are overwhelmed by emotions. Your hair is soaked from the rain, and your mascara runs down your cheeks. You have had the worst day ever, and all you want is Noah's warm embrace and gentle words. "Noah, are you home?" You call out, your voice cracking.

You hear him reply from the living room. "Yeah, I'm here. Did you take a cab home?"

You can't contain your feelings any longer. You let out a loud sob, toss your bags aside, and hide your face in your hands, crying hysterically.

"Oh, babe," Noah says, getting up and hurrying to you. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to his chest, where you press your face and cry even harder.

He kisses your hair and strokes your back gently. "Shh, it's ok." He whispers. "I'm here for you."

You shake your head. "I'm over it. Can you just put me out of my misery and put a pillow over my head?"

He chuckles softly, "No, no, no. Come on. I have something for you." He holds your hand and leads you to the dining room, where you see a beautiful bouquet of roses in a vase on the table. He has also ordered Chinese food, your favorite cuisine. You notice your favorite liquor on the counter with other ingredients, indicating that Noah plans to make cocktails for you tonight.

As you gasp, your hands instinctively cover your mouth. Noah's thoughtfulness never ceases to amaze you.

You wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle your face into his chest, feeling his warmth and comfort. "Thank you," you whisper.

Noah kisses the top of your head and rubs your back gently. "Anything for you, princess." He pulls away, and you look up at him, seeing love and kindness in his eyes. "I'm sorry you had such a tough day," he says, kissing your forehead. "Go relax. I'll take care of everything." He pauses briefly, "You're getting a nice back rub tonight, too." He says, holding his hands up and wiggling his fingers.

You smile, walking back to your room and changing into the bathroom, where you wash your face to remove all the smeared makeup.

Sometimes, you wondered how Noah could look at you so lovingly when you look as rough as you did.

After changing, you return to the dining room, where Noah waits patiently. He smiles at you, happy to see you approach. He stands up and scoots out your chair. "Come sit."

You smile at the gesture, excited for the food and fruity mixed drink in front of you. "God, I love you," you say, taking a long sip of your beverage.

Noah laughs, "Me or the drink?"

You lift your eyes to his, "Both, but mostly you."

He chuckles while taking a bite of his food. "So," he says, putting his fork down, "What happened today?"

Your shoulders drop, remembering the annoyance of the day you didn't

want to talk about every little thing, from the coffee pot to your clients not being very understanding and your car breaking down. "Just casual bullshit." You sip your drink, "My car is in the parking lot at work…"

Noah groans, "Again? I thought Folio looked at it?"

"He did, but he's not a miracle worker, and I'm honestly not sure there's any hope for that thing. It's old." You say, forcing a smile. "Let's talk about you."

Noah's eyebrows knit together in frustration as he says, "You always do this." He laughs, but you can hear the edge in his voice. He leans back in his chair and looks at you pleadingly. "I want to hear about your day; in therapy, they say it's good to talk about things. It helps you process and cope with them." He reaches for your hand across the table, his eyes softening.

You shake your head, feeling affection for him. You stand up and gather the empty plates, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, my love, you're not my therapist." You lean down and kiss his cheek, feeling his stubble against your lips. "We can talk about it tomorrow if you want to. But right now I just want you as Noah. Ok?" You giggle as you walk away from him, carrying the dishes to the sink. You drop them in, deciding to deal with them later. You can feel the effects of the alcohol you had with dinner. Your face is warm, and your worries seem distant and trivial. You feel happy and relaxed as you walk back to Noah.

You stand before him, smiling with rosy cheeks and a gentle gaze. "I really do appreciate you." You say sincerely, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grins and stands up, holding you close. He takes your hand and leads you to the living room, where he sits on the couch and pulls you down to sit before him. He gently lifts your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, handing you the throw blanket to cover your chest with, knowing you'd get cold. He places his hands on your back and starts to massage your tense muscles with gentle pressure. He draws circles on your skin with his fingers, making you sigh in contentment.

You feel a knot of tension in your chest and decide to share what's been bothering you the most today. "The Taylors said I'm a bad lawyer and won't be using me anymore." You say, finally opening up to him. "They accused me of being incompetent and unprofessional just because I refused to lie for them in court."

Noah's hands freeze for a second, and he curses under his breath. "Dicks." He says before resuming his soothing motions. "You don't need them anyway. You did the right thing, babe. You have integrity and ethics, unlike them."

You let out a deep breath, feeling a bit of relief from his words and touch. "I do, though. I've been working with them for so long, and I hate saying this because I'm not just in it for the money, but they were a huge source of my income. They paid me well, and they had a lot of connections in the industry."

Noah wraps his arms around you and pulls at you, signaling he wants you in his lap. "There'll be others, you don't need people who treat you like shit." He says softly in your ear. "You're an amazing lawyer, and you have a great reputation. You'll find better clients who appreciate you and respect you."

You smile weakly and lean your head on his chest. "That's most of my clientele." You say with a laugh. "Most of them are greedy, selfish, and dishonest. That's why I'm always so thankful to come home to you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

Noah kisses the top of your head and whispers, "I love you and I'm always here for you. No matter what."

You smile up at him, feeling his warm breath on your face as you nuzzle close to his neck. He wraps the blanket tighter around your bare chest, making you feel safe and loved. "I know. I feel it, and I'm grateful for it." You whisper, letting him know you appreciate his presence in your life.

He leans his head on yours, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. He kisses your hair softly, making you sigh in contentment. "We'll get everything figured out with your car and your job, and I won't eat your breakfast bars anymore." He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

You laugh against his neck, feeling his pulse quicken under your lips. "You can eat all the breakfast bars you want if my nights end this perfectly." You say, looking into his eyes and seeing the love and happiness reflected there.

He smiles back at you, pulling you closer for a passionate kiss.

You melt into him, forgetting about all your worries and troubles. All that matters is him and this moment.

You feel his hand caress your cheek, then move down to your waist. He lifts you gently, carrying you to the bedroom. You wrap your legs around him, holding him tight.

He whispers in your ear, "I love you so fucking much."

You smile, feeling the same way. You kiss him again, ready to show him how much you love him.

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Heart's Munition

Chapter 6

Pairing: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of a stab wound, blood, fluff

A/N: Just some fluff here for you. Steve is slowly realizing he wants reader more than for just one night.

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Steve didn’t like what he was seeing at all. This place was too small and too cramped. The building itself looked like it was about to fall into pieces around him and should be condemned. How had he not known? 

“That can be thrown out.” Your voice breaks him out of his deep thoughts as he watches you tape up another box. 

His eyes continued to travel around the small one bedroom shoebox you called an apartment and he sighed. You hold out a box for him to take which he does gladly because another box in the truck means he can get you out of this place faster. Fortunately Sam and Bucky are there with him and are making it a lot easier. 

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“I’m going to miss you so much.” Mrs. Fields says as she walks out of the building with you. “Do you really have to go? You know I don’t mind looking after Eli, he’s like my grandbaby.” 

“I know Mrs. Field and I appreciate everything you’ve done but this place is so much better for him and I can keep a closer eye on him. I’ll even be able to get a tutor for Eli so he doesn’t fall behind on his schoolwork.” 

“Well whatever is best for him. Promise me you’ll come visit.” 

“Absolutely, I could never forget everything you’ve done for us.” You hug Mrs. Field tightly. She has truly been such a great help to you and you will miss her but you have to think about what’s best for Eli. “Call me if you need anything. No matter what.”

“I will. Give Eli hugs and kisses from me.”

“Sure thing, bye Mrs. Fields.” You say as you get in the car. Steve closes the door behind you and moves to the driver’s side. 

“She’s a neighbor?” 

“Yeah and Eli’s sitter. She was a life saver but now I can keep Eli closer which I prefer. I used to feel so guilty by having to leave him when he was sick.” You look over at Steve and smile. “So thank you for everything. It’s not easy for me to accept help.” 

“You? Having trouble accepting help? I would have never guessed.” Sarcasm dripped with every word he said. 

You scoff and roll your eyes while Steve laughs. 

“I’m never accepting anything from you again.” 

“Ok fine I’m sorry.” He chuckles. “Really, I’m glad to be able to help you and the little guy out.” 

“You know, he asked me for a suit so that he can get all dressed up like you.”

“Yeah,” Steve smiles. “I can get him the same exact ones in his size.” 

“No. He’d probably go to sleep with them on or wear them in the shower.” 

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. 

“But seriously, Steve, thank you for everything, again. He’s never had a man in his life that could set an example for him. Eli really likes you.”

“I like him too, he’s a good kid, smart too. But what about his ma? Does she like me too?” 

You scrunch up your nose and shrug. “Meh, you’re alright.” You say as your heart skipped a beat with the look he was giving you, it was mischievous but heated. Did he know the effect he was having on you? 

“Just alright?” 

“I can take it back.” 

“Fine, I’ll take it for now. But you’ll change your mind.” 

“Bring it on, Rogers.” You challenge. “Oh wait before we go home can we stop at one store? I want to get a surprise for Eli.” 

“Of course.” Steve says. Although he would take you to the moon if you called his house your home again. It was probably a slip of the tongue but he didn’t care. “Where to?” 

“Put that back and we can pretend like this never happened.” 

“I don’t have to listen to you. I can do whatever I want.” 

“You and I are going to have a problem if you don’t put that back right now.” 

You heard this back and forth once you got out of the car. Eli and Regina’s voice carried from the backyard and you ran at the thought of someone mistreating Eli. Steve was right behind you as you rounded the corner. 

“Take that!” Eli yells as he swings his lightsaber, it clashes against the one Regina is holding. “You’ll never defeat me.” 

“We’ll see about that.” 

“Get her kid.” Dom cheered from one of the lounge chairs.

There are little grunts and giggles as Eli and Regina battle it out. You take a moment to watch him play and tears start to form. Steve stood beside you and smiled until he looked down at you.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You sniffle. “It’s just been so long since I’ve seen him this energized and happy. I’ve missed this.”

“Well wait until he sees the gift you got him.” 

“Ma,” Eli calls out between giggles. “Look at what Reggie taught me.” He says as he takes the lightsaber and throws it in the air before catching it and spinning it around. 

“That’s amazing.”

“I hope it’s ok that he’s out here.” Regina says as she walks up to you. “He was bored out of his mind just sitting in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, it’s ok. Thanks for playing with him for a while Regina.”

“Don’t worry about it and please call me Reggie. Everytime someone calls me Regina I feel like I’m going to get in trouble with my parents.” 

“Well thank you Reggie.” You smile at her. This was still her first week but she has been amazing. She does her job and doesn’t ask too many questions. Now it also seems like Eli likes her. “Hey Eli, come here for a minute.”

Elijah does as you ask and stands in front of you unsure of what is about to happen next.

“I brought you a present.”

“Really?” Eli smiles up at you. “What is it?”

“Come on, I’ll show you.” 

You walk back to Steve’s SUV and he opens the trunk and pulls out the gift.

“You got me a bike? I love it.” He says as he hugs you and then runs to his bike. 

“I got you a helmet too and yes you have to wear it.”

“But I’ll look like a dork.”

“But you’ll be safe kiddo.” Steve says with a chuckle. “Now your mom says you don’t know how to ride a bike, is that true?”

“Yup. Do you know how to ride one?”

“I do.”

“Will you teach me?” Eli looks up at Steve and Steve looks up at you. You smile and nod.

“Of course I can.”

“Boss.” Nat’s voice cuts through the backyard. She was still recovering but that wasn’t going to stop her. “I got a call from Clint.” 

Steve nods and Nat disappears back into the house then he turns his attention to Eli. He lowers himself to Eli’s level but his eyes go to you for a moment. 

“You have to work?” 

“I do bud. But I promise that I’ll teach you how to ride a bike soon, ok?” 

“Ok.” Eli says as you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind him. 

“I’ll let you know when I get back and I’ll help you move your things then.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I can handle it.”

Steve just nods as he gets up before heading into his house. 

“Would you like some help moving your things?” Reggie asks.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate it.” 

All of Steve’s men had left which meant that whatever Nat spoke to him about was serious. Regina had been so helpful in getting your most important items out of Steve’s SUV and up to both yours and Eli’s room. It was nice to have someone close to your age to talk to. You don’t even remember the last time you had a friend. Regina also respected your privacy which you appreciated even though you could see that she was dying to ask what was going on between you and Steve. A question you wouldn’t be able to answer. He was still flirty but not being pushy, he was spending time with Eli because he genuinely wanted to. Although you didn’t know what Steve got up to when he went to his clubs, he could still be sleeping with women there. So for now you just accepted his help because it meant help for Eli and you’d do anything for your son. 

At Steve’s insistence you took two of the rooms on the 3rd floor. His reasoning was that he wanted to be close in case anything happened with Eli. You were stubborn but he won this round. So now in the late evening you were walking out of Eli’s room after making sure he was ok for what felt like the 100th time when there was an argument down on the main floor. From the landing on the 3rd floor you were able to look down to watch as Clint and Scott dragged a man through the living room while Steve, Nat, Bucky and Sam were in the middle of a heated discussion. From there you could see how Steve was holding his side and you wondered if he was hurt again. As if sensing your eyes on him, Steve looked up and connected his gaze with yours. The angry expression on his face softened when he saw you standing there and he ended the conversation. Everyone went their own direction and Steve headed up to you. 

“What happened?” you asked when you saw the bloodstain on his shirt. 

“Knife wound, no big deal. It’s practically a scratch.”

“It’s not a scratch if you’re bleeding through your shirt. I’ll clean it up.” You stared at him wide eyed and with disbelief.

“You know if you keep cleaning up my wounds I’m going to think that you care.” 

“Don’t get too excited. If you die I have to find work somewhere else and I like working here, plus I already have seniority. The benefits are pretty good too.” You take Steve’s hand and lead him to his room. Steve laughs as he follows you.

“That hurt more than getting stabbed.”

“You’ll live.” You grab the first aid kit. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, but I can decline to answer.” 

“Of course. Who was the guy that was brought in?” You ask as you begin to treat the wound.

Steve doesn’t answer right away. He watches as your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. 

“This is going to sting.” You say in warning and he hisses.

“You signed an NDA, right?” 

“Yeah. Why?” You stopped what you were doing to look up at him. 

“Because I need to know that what I’m going to say won’t leave this room.” 

You scoff, “I trust you, all of you, why can’t you trust me?” 

“You trust me?” Steve asked with a bit of disbelief coloring his words. 

“You think I’d let you anywhere near my son if I didn’t.” 

Steve studied you for a moment trying but failing to find a lie in your statement. 

“He’s the man who shot Peter.”

“And he’s still alive?” There’s a hint of anger in your voice and it takes Steve by surprise.

“Unfortunately he has information we need. He didn’t try to hurt Peter out of his own free will. Someone instructed him to do it and we need to know who.” 

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say as you finished bandaging him up. 

“So do me a favor. Keep Regina away from the basement, you know the room.” 

He was referring to the soundproof room he had down there for things like this. You’d accidentally stumbled upon it on one of your first days of working there. 

“Of course.”

“Ma?” Elijah’s sleepy voice rang through the hallway.

“I should go.” 

“I do trust you. I just don’t want you involved in this work. The less you know the easier it is for me to keep you safe.”

“Maybe don’t bring work home then.” You give him a mischievous smirk before going to find Elijah. 

Steve couldn’t help the smile that slowly spread on his face. This was the second time you’d refer to his house as your home. He really liked it. Steve was still trying to understand what it was about you that made him so protective over you and Elijah. Steve didn’t really do emotions unless they were lust and anger. But you were softening his edges. Would it be bad if he allowed himself to care for someone that deeply again? 

At the end of the day you weren’t like her. The most selfish thing he’d seen you do was take an extra five minute break. Steve would give you everything and anything that you wanted if you’d let him. 

All he had to do was show you he was willing to do it. 

CH. 7

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Like a Vice

(Dark) Will (Salad Days) X (Tom's GF Reader)

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Warnings:: Cheating, Obsession, Jealousy, Rage, Dubcon.

"I'm a dolt! A fool! A charlatan!" You groan as you roll over, clutching your face.

"You made a mistake.... baby, it happens." Your best friend Leah rubs your back, attempting to make you feel better.

"A mistake? I cheated on Tom!" You groan louder. "I cheated on Tom." Saying the words out loud makes you sick to your stomach.

"You still haven't told me what actually happened or who it happened with," she continues to rub your back. "You know you can trust me, right?"

"Believe me, what happened and with who matters very little" You roll over on your back. "I am just going to forget this ever happened"

That is much easier said than done when the whole thing plays in your mind on an endless loop. The fight with Tom. The alcohol consumed at the local pub. HIM walking into the pub.

You rub your eyes trying to push it all out of your mind but like a never ending montage, flashes of his smile and his soft laugh sitting next to you at the bar flash by every time you close your eyes.

You can't tell Leah it was Will. You really can't. She has known him since they were young kids and on top of that, your boyfriend Tom? He is one of his closest friends. This entire situation is completely fucked up.

It didn't seem so bad when the two of you were just laughing away at the bar. It didn't even seem that bad when he offered to walk you home, since it was late and you were his friend's girlfriend it would be perfectly normal for him to walk you home, chivalrous even. You somehow didn't even question yourself when you invited him in for tea. As a thank you for walking you home, of course.

Now any rational decent woman would have had some tea and sent him on his way, instead, as you put the kettle on and drunkenly lean against your counter he came up behind you wrapping his arms around you and whispering in your ear. You should have pushed him away. What did he even whisper? You don't remember, what you do remember is before you knew it, you were bent over the kitchen counter screaming the name Will while the beautiful emerald necklace Tom had gotten you bounced off your chest.

Which is why you find yourself curled up in your bed two days later feeling like the worst person in the world while your best friend strokes your back.

"You're still coming to Matt's party tonight, right?" Leah says softly.

"I would really rather not..... but if I don't go, Tom will know something is up. " You groan while rubbing your eyes again. I have to go and just pretend everything is normal somehow."

"You know, you could always come clean? Tell the truth and see what happens?" She gives you a little smile.

"I could, I know I should. I'm just not ready yet." You sigh. "It didn't mean anything, and Tom, he means everything to me."

"Well, just think about it, ok? Keeping a secret like this. It will drive you mental. " Leah's words repeat in your head long after she leaves, all through getting reading, brushing your hair, putting on your makeup.

"Might be too late. Think i am already mental. " You mutter under your breath as you walk outside, pulling your jacket tight around you. Matt doesn't live far from your flat, and the quiet walk in the cool, crisp air was soothing.

You were worried about seeing Tom, but you were even more worried about seeing Will. The day after your little after the pub romp, he had shown up at the convenience store you work at. He bought himself a pack of smokes, and for a few minutes, you spoke to each other as if nothing had happened. As if you were just mere acquaintances strung together only by your mutual connection to Tom.

That is until he offered you to meet him for a drink sometime. You shut it down right away, telling him there was no way that would happen. The air between the two of you had chilled so abruptly after that statement that you had felt a shiver run through your body. He left quickly after that, but the look on his face, a mixture of anger and grief, hadn't yet left your mind.

As you walk into the party, there is music blasting and people chatting. Smoke fills the air, and alcohol is everywhere. This is how the boys partied. Always to excess. Where they got the money for this, you never knew, but they always made sure you had a good time, and for that, you were thankful.

When you spot Tom sitting on the sofa chatting and laughing with Matt, you quickly make your way over and sink down on the sofa next to him.

"Ahh, there she is!" Tom kisses your cheek."You are so beautiful. Did ya know that?" His cheeks are red, and his face is a bit warm.

"Started without me, I see?" You chuckle and lean in placing a small kiss on his cheek.

"Not my fault! You took forever to get here. I was starting to think you weren't gonna come at all. " He nuzzles into your neck, placing soft kisses along it. "I'm really glad you did, though."

You giggle at the sensation as he places his hands on your waist, pulling you in closer. The joy you were feeling was suddenly replaced with fear, as you felt the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. You could feel him watching you.

You slowly turn your head to the side and see him. Will is standing leaning against the wall nursing a beer. Tom, oblivious to the fact that you have an audience, continues with his small kisses and displays of affection. While Will continues to look straight into your eyes.

He is incredibly handsome. There is no denying that, his tall, slender figure, the sharp features of his face, his striking blue eyes. Those same blue eyes that were currently burrowing into your soul.

Those eyes on you in tandem with Tom's wandering hands and kisses feel overwhelming in this moment. Your mind screaming at you, how could i have done this?

You jump up shocking Tom. "I'm gonna go out for a smoke, you say, quickly snatching your bag off the couch.

"You don't have to go out for a smoke, look round, everyone's smokin" Tom laughs and gestures toward three separate party goers who all have a cigarette in their mouths or between their fingers.

"Just need some air, I'll be right back." You don't give him time to respond and hastily skate from the couch toward the front door. You need to get out of there, away from those eyes. Those eyes that look at you, the eyes that know what you have done.

The second the cool air hits your face, you feel yourself begin to calm down. You quickly hop down the steps and move around the side of the flat into the small alleyway between the two adjacent buildings. You lean your back and head up against the wall and breathe deep.

"This will all blow over," you whisper to yourself. "It was just a mistake"

"Was it?"

You open your eyes quickly and look toward the opening of the Alleyway. Will standing there a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

You look away from him and grimace. "Yes, it was"

"Nah..... " He tosses his cigarette to the ground, crushing it under his foot. "Nah.. it wasn't a mistake."

You quickly turn back to him, and you can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. "Yes, it was. I'm not sure what you are thinking here, Will, but believe me, it was a mistake, and it won't be happening again"

"That right?" He stalks toward you, his eyes squinted. "No love, that wasn't a mistake, I know mistakes, make lots of em, this? what happened between us? this was no mistake"

"Will, I'm with Tom." You back away from him a bit, and when he notices that, he cages you in with his arms.

"You think I care about tha? Stay wif em. Don't stay wif em. Don't make a difference to me. " He moves his body up against yours.

"Will..." You attempt to push him back a bit by his shoulders, but he doesn't budge.

"Admit it." He tilts his head to the side to maintain eye contact.

"Admit what?" You whine exasperated."What do you actually want from me??"

"I want you to admit it wasn't a mistake." He takes your chin delicately in his hand. "Admit that you want me."

"I ... I .. I'm with Tom. " You try to turn your head from him, but he tightens his grip.

"That isn't what i asked ya." He gently rubs his nose against the tip of yours. "Admit that you want me" ....... he slightly turns his head and, under his breath whispers "that i matter"

You feel your heart break just a little. "Will, I want Tom." You fight to hold back the tears that are fighting their way out. You never meant to hurt him like this. It was all just a big mistake.

"Yea." He holds you there against the wall, looking down at the ground deep in thought. The minutes tick by, and you feel frozen in place. As if you were to move, it could break the calm that has settled over the two of you.

You finally build up the strength to speak and decide it would be best to simply let him down gently. "This is over now, ok? We can just go back to what it was before"

His grip on your chin tightens again as his back stiffens and his jaw clenches. When he lifts his head and looks back at you, he is furious. "Go back? You want me to go back? Go back to watching you with Tom?"

His body is shaking as he presses you even more tightly to the wall.

"No," he whispers before he slams his lips down on yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

You squeak and push against his shoulders, but he keeps kissing you with a desperation, a longing.

"I won't walk away from you.... I can't" He huffs between kisses. "You're everything"

He lowers his kisses down to your neck. "Will!" You gasp.

He grips you by your thighs, pulling you up and pinning you between him and the wall. He runs his hands over your hips and down the curve of your ass.

Between his kisses, his hands, and the sounds of wanting he was making your body betrays you. You gently rock yourself against him.

"Fuckk" He groans quietly pushing himself up against you harder. He reaches under your skirt and can feel your wetness through your panties.

He closes his eyes and bites his lower lip as he pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger into your wet center.

You tightly grip his shoulder as he slides his digit up against your delicate walls pushing in farther with each stroke.

"See? You do want me. " He bites at the side of your jaw as you pant above him. He crooks his finger inside you and grins with pride as he finds the spongey spot that has you whimpering in his arms. "Come on. say it. " His voice drops to a whisper."Please say it"

"I want you" You are so close to your end you would practically say anything but this is enough for him. He pulls his finger out and quickly loosens his belt.

You groan at the loss of sensation and rock your hips against him

"I got you love" He pulls his jeans down just enough too free his cock that is already standing at full attention. He tightly grips your thighs as he pushes himself into you.

"Say it again" He holds one thigh up by his waist his other hand holding you up by the ass as he gently a slowly fucks into you.

He nuzzles his nose into the shell of your ear "Please say it again"

"I want you" The words come out again, Like they are being drawn from you, barely above a whisper.

He quickens his pace burying his face in your neck "I want you too" He bites into your shoulder and then kisses his bite gently.

You wrap your legs tightly around his hips as he bucks up into you.

You close your eyes and angle your head towards the sky. You do want him,, you shouldn't because you love and adore Tom, but you want Will all the same.

"Say it for me" He grunts as his thrusts get messy and more desperate . "Just once more"

"I want you!" You moan more than say.

He grips your hips tightly, rolling them against his body giving you that sweet, sweet friction you are so desperately craving pulling you over the edge of bliss with him.

He doesn't pull out and you are far to fucked out to care. He holds you there against the wall kissing your cheek and jawline as you pant breathlessly.

When you finally catch your breath and lower your legs, you hold your arm out against the wall to steady yourself.

"Will.... I don't know what just came over me" You nervously brush your fingers through your hair. "This can't happen again.... we have to end this"

He fixes his jeans and looks back at you with a cocky smirk.

His eyes land on the necklace hanging around your neck. He reaches over and quickly tugs it breaking the chain and stuffing it into his pocket.

"I ain't ending shit"

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