#chuckles.... I'm in danger😌

[bluebeary-jay]

Be still my foolish heart (don't ruin this on me)

Neighbor!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: you and Joel have been neighbors for a while but despite your mutual interest in one another, you never crossed this line. until, after one tense situation, Joel slips up (based on this wonderful request!)

Tags: friends to lovers, love confessions, fluff and angst, Joel is your sexy neighbor you shamelessly drool over, also his toolbelt is an important character in the fic (don't judge me)

Warnings: angst, 'nice guy' alert 🙄, attempted assault (stopped by Joel), some nsfw content but not actual smut (yar girl is gettin there 😌)

Word count: 6.2K

A/N: hiiii my darlings!! sorry for the wait, i know it's been a long time but life was crazy. here's sth i've been workin for a looong time and honestly i stared at it for so long i no longer know if i'm proud of it or not 🙈 anyway, i really hope you guys will like it and as always, happy reading!! 💕

“I really don’t know how to thank you, Joel. This is incredible.”

Joel watched, slightly embarrassed, as you walked around the table with a wide, bright smile. You gripped one of the legs – the one that was previously crookedly attached and broke down when you put something heavier on the counter – and tested its stability. After a successful inspection you looked up at him.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“Nah, nothin’ of the sort.” He waved his hand, feeling a big lump in his throat when you directed that pretty smile of yours at him. “M’just glad I could help.”

“You didn’t have to fix this, too, though.” You brushed the edge of the table which Joel sanded so you wouldn’t get a splinter from the rough surface. His eyes followed your fingertips before he coughed.

“Didn’t want you to hurt yourself. This side was practically smashed up, after all…”

“Still, I didn’t even need to ask you.” You shook your head in thoughts before glancing at him with gratitude. “Thanks again.”

“You really gotta stop thankin’ me.” Joel started to gather his things into the toolbox and wiped his palms on his pants (certainly not because they were slick with sweat). “It was a piece of cake.”

“But, you know.” You tilted your head to the left and right, scrunching your nose playfully, and it was so fucking adorable that Joel thought his heart was going to give out. “You already fixed the sink in my kitchen, that hole in the wall, my door, and now my table… Are you sure I’m not leeching off your generosity?”

A half-smile found its place on Joel’s face, and he shook his head with a chuckle. “M’sure. It’s only fair since we’re neighbors, sweet girl.”

Sweet girl.

Joel never knew if he wasn’t crossing the line by calling you that. You never gave any sign of discomfort or disgust when he did, but he also recognized that regardless of your reaction, he should stop. He couldn’t deny that his old heart harbored an embarrassingly big crush on you – after all, you were the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on – but it wasn’t right to think about you in that way.

If he only knew that every time he let those words of endearment slip, your heart started to do crazy somersaults.

Joel Miller was an extremely handsome man, there was no denying that. And with his deep drawl, the salt-and-pepper hair, the warm, brown eyes and that dangerous smirk he sometimes sent in your direction… it was no wonder you fell for him.

It also didn’t help that he was so kind, always ready and eager to help you with the smallest inconvenience. Sometimes it made you want to smash something in your house yourself, just to have an excuse for him to come over again and for you to be able to watch him work.

But you weren’t that desperate, yet. Yet.

Your daydreaming was rudely interrupted by a series of knocks on your front door. Both your heads snapped in the direction of the sound, but when you recognized the familiar pattern of it, your mood dampened in an instant.

Joel noticed the change in your expression, of course, and immediately stood up, leaving the toolbox on the floor.

“What is it?” he asked with a hint of alert in his gruff voice, but you shook your head.

“It’s nothing. Don’t go yet, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You exited the room before he could ask another question, and Joel furrowed his brows. He stayed rooted in spot, listening to your heavy step as you walked to the door and opened it. And then… he heard a male voice that started to say something to you.

Joel couldn’t help but grind his teeth as he finished gathering his stuff, ready to go back home. It was the second time that some man came to visit you while you had him over, and the bitterness he felt in his mouth was even more noticeable than on the previous occasion.

He knew you were quite popular in Jackson, especially with boys your age. There was always someone offering to buy you a drink or dance whenever you went out with your friends, and once Joel had to even step in when two drunk guys kept pestering you. But as much as it pained him, some of those men who showed genuine interest in you were quite nice. And good-looking.

And a lot younger than him.

He knew very well that he was too old for you. He knew that he shouldn’t fantasize about sharing a life with you, and that thinking of any form of intimacy between you and him was making him a big old creep, but no matter how many times he swore to himself it’ll be the last, he could not stop. You were just so beautiful, so sweet and so nice…

He saw your smiling face when he went to bed late at night, and imagined your body beside him when he woke up early in the morning. He looked at your house on his way to work and wondered if you were eating breakfast already, taking a shower or still sleeping peacefully amidst the many blankets he saw once on your bed. He felt a rush of energy and endorphins every time you knocked on his door, asking him to help you with something, and it only enhanced his already existent protectiveness toward you.

Suddenly, Joel heard a raised male voice from the porch, which instantly got his guard up. He quickly followed the sound, and upon rounding the corner he saw you trying to close the door on Jack, a boy he recognized but never talked to. He saw him a couple of times at the bar, though he wasn’t one of those bothering you and never seemed to give anyone any trouble.

Still, you looked really uncomfortable, so when your and Joel’s eyes met, he nodded reassuringly and took his place in front of you.

“Is somethin’ the matter?” he asked dryly. The sight of him took Jack aback and he opened his mouth, looking lost for a good moment. Joel raised his eyebrows, and the young man cleared his throat.

“Nothing at all. We were just chattin’.” Then Jack looked over Joel’s shoulder at you, completely ignoring the other man. “What the fuck is Miller doing in your house, anyway?”

You stammered, but Joel kept his cool, leaning against the doorframe casually. Jack was tall and well-built, but still smaller than Joel, and he made use of this fact to intimidate the boy to the extreme.

“Mr Miller is helpin’ her with the sink that needs fixin’,” Joel answered instead with a pang of irritation. “And you’re kinda interruptin’.” Jack didn’t move, and Joel clenched his jaw. “Scurry. Now.”

The boy huffed, murmuring something under his breath before he bid you a grudging adieu. Joel shut the door behind him with more force than he intended and took a second to calm his breathing before turning back to you.

“Sorry if that was too harsh–”

“No, don’t apologize.” You sighed tiredly and went to the living room, plopping down on the couch. “It’s okay. Maybe he’ll back off a little.”

Joel bit the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should ask the question that was gnawing at him mercilessly.

“Are…” he started, and you lifted your head. “I mean, are you two…”

“No!” you quickly answered, blushing a little to Joel’s surprise. “No, no, nothing of the sort. He asked me out and I told him I’m not interested, but he still tries to…” You waved your arm in the direction when he saw the youngster last. “I don’t know, convince me?”

Joel sat down next to you, clasping his hands together. “Well… if he ever gives you any trouble, you lemme know, alrigh’?”

A small smile spread across your face when you tilted your head to look at him.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.” Then a playful glint appeared in your eyes, and your smile turned mischievous. “...Mr Miller.”

A breathless laugh escaped Joel, and he dragged his hand over his face, praying that he managed to stifle a groan wanting to escape his chest. He shook his head to regain some clarity, but could still feel all the blood in his body rushing down. It didn’t help that your couch was too small, and your knees were touching – though Joel couldn’t tell if it happened when he sat down or a little bit later.

Fuck.

“Shut up,” he just murmured, not looking at you in fear you’ll see what your words did to him. “I tried to make him leave quicker.”

“And he did. And I think you deserve a reward for your help.”

You stood up and for a second Joel panicked. A reward, you said.

He couldn’t help the images that flooded his brain in that moment – of you on your knees in front of him, or bent over the table he just fixed. His eyes went to your thighs, and his own flexed involuntary when he envisioned how you’d feel underneath him, what sweet sounds he could coax out of you, how soft your skin would be in those places you kept covered…

But then you walked past him, and he snapped out of the naughty daydreams.

“Wh-where are you goin’?” he asked, his voice strained, and you looked over your shoulder with an oblivious smile.

“I made a cake this morning. I’m gonna bring you a piece, yeah?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, and just left the room with pep in your step.

Joel groaned and let his head fall back, covering the redness of his cheeks with his hands.

Idiot.

Almost two weeks have passed since the last time you asked for his help with something, and surprisingly, Joel was okay with that. After that embarrassment he experienced in his own mind, he told himself that it would be prudent to distance himself from you for a little bit. At least until he could act normally around you.

He still thought about you constantly, that he couldn’t help. Every time he saw you in town he instantly felt lighter, but so very often you were accompanied by another man – and no matter if you seemed comfortable with the attention or not, Joel always had this urge to come over and protect you from any unwanted suitors.

He was being ridiculous, he knew that. You didn’t like him the way he liked you, and even if he somehow grew a pair and told you about his feelings, a pretty and young girl like you would never be interested in someone who could be her father’s age.

The thought of you thinking of him as a father figure churned up his guts, making him feel sick. Jesus Christ.

But it still did nothing to weaken his infatuation, and when you finally knocked on his door again, asking if he could fix the rack in your room, he didn’t even hesitate before agreeing.

So here you both were. Joel, looking at the problem at hand, and you, looking at (none-the-wiser) Joel.

“S’nothin’ big,” he finally said after some examination. “I’ll replace the shelf and reaffix it to the wall better. Shouldn’t take long.”

You nodded, but truthfully you were only half-listening. The sight of Joel in your bedroom was far too distracting.

It’s been so long since Joel was a guest in your house – well, only a couple of weeks tops – but you missed seeing him in your private space. Though one could say, he never truly left with how often you thought about him.

So maybe that’s why you were so shameless with your staring.

His broad shoulders were to die for, and you bit your lip absentmindedly as your eyes wandered across his muscular back and forearms, usually hidden under the sleeves. You knew you shouldn’t be ogling your neighbor who was nice enough to lend you a helping hand whenever you needed, but… well, a little admiring wouldn’t hurt anyone, right?

And there was a lot to admire.

“You listenin’ to me?”

The brutal wake-up call of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts, making you blush wildly and your body hot with embarrassment at being caught staring.

Okay, maybe it would hurt someone.

“Y-yeah,” you stuttered, feeling your whole neck heating up rapidly. “Uh-huh. I understand.”

Joel’s lips stretched into a lopsided smile, and he turned to face you fully.

“I asked if you have some nails in the house,” he repeated, not breaking eye contact. If you allowed yourself to be delusional, you’d say his voice sounded almost… flirtatious. But that was probably only your head telling you what you wanted to hear.

“Yeah…” you breathed distractedly, but then shook your head quickly. “I mean, no. No, I don’t.”

Joel smirked, stepping closer to you and making you swallow heavily. Your gaze once again dropped to his strong arms, down to his big hands and… fuck. He had his thumbs hooked in his tool belt, already hanging low on his waist, and it made him look so ridiculously hot.

Lord have mercy.

“What got ya so distracted, sweet girl?”

Have fuckin’ mercy.

“Nothing!” you said, a bit louder than you intended, crossing your arms over your chest to do something with this splitting tension in your body. “I was just looking at… the shelf.”

Joel’s eyebrows shot upright. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that he didn’t believe you. “The shelf,” he repeated blankly, and you nodded, trying to appear calm despite feeling like you were going to burst into flames if he kept looking at you like that. But then Joel chuckled, and his eyes turned as warm as always. “M’only teasin’. Stop lookin’ so scared.”

“I’m not–” you started, but your lips also spread into a grin when you saw his genuine smile. “God, you’re insufferable. Will you fix it or not?”

“So demandin’,” Joel mused, shaking his head and walking out of the room. “I’m gonna go get the nails from my house. Be right back.”

You whispered under your breath something he didn’t hear, but it made him smile to himself nonetheless.

It was so easy to slip back into this playful banter with you, Joel thought as he made his way back home. Maybe things between you two won’t be as awkward anymore (though he was aware all this awkwardness was his fault), and he could go back to being your friend.

No matter that he wished he could be something more. No, it wasn’t right to think that way. What you two had was enough.

Still, as he looked for those damn nails, he couldn’t get out of his mind the way that adorable blush spread across your face. And how your eyes lingered on his figure when he looked at you. But no, surely he was only imagining things.

…right?

Joel sighed, closing the door behind him and going back toward your house, his thoughts already on the best way to fix that shelf of yours and maybe stabilize it a bit more, because by the look of how it hung on the wall, it was only a matter of time until he’ll have to visit again.

Or maybe he’ll leave it be. Only to have an extra excuse to see you sooner rather than later.

He rolled his eyes at his own musings, but the train of his thoughts abruptly stopped when he saw your front door slightly opened. He slowed down, wondering if you went after him… but no, there was no sign of you anywhere, and he was pretty sure he closed it on his way out.

And then he heard a faint sound of glass shattering.

Joel’s mind went completely blank. In a blink of an eye he stormed into the house, his survival instincts formed over the last twenty years kicking in and screaming for him to find you, to make sure you’re safe and unharmed.

But your bedroom was empty and when Jeol yelled your name, no one answered him. You were within the safe walls of Jackson, and there was no way the infected or raiders could ambush you, but still Joel felt an icy wave of panic washing over him, his mind providing him with terrible scenarios that would explain the open door and your silence.

Then a small thud reverberated from the other room, and Joel’s legs carried him there without a second thought.

He slammed the door open, and his eyes immediately locked on the man holding you against the wall. Your assaulter – that fucking kid, Jack – had one hand covering your mouth, the other forearm pinning your shoulders to the wall. His knee was between your legs and Joel could see you standing on your tippy toes, trying to pull away as far as possible.

Joel’s hands were itching to get rid of the threat that guy was for you, but first his gaze involuntarily shifted to your face – and his heart clenched painfully when he noticed your terrified expression and tears streaming down your cheeks.

The blinding rage in Joel’s veins almost charred him from the inside out and he felt like he was about to explode from the fury seething inside of him. In two long strides he ran towards Jack and all but threw him off of you, stepping to the side to act as a shield between you and him.

“You just signed your death sentence, kid,” he growled and punched the other man in the face when he tried to get up. You screamed behind him, but Joel ignored it, the need to beat the living daylights out of this little shit almost overwhelming his senses.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Jack yelled from the floor, holding a hand in front of his face. “You broke me fucking nose, man!”

It was true, the blood was flowing freely from the already swelling nose, but it didn’t feel like enough. Joel had to utilize every fiber of his willpower to keep himself from venting his wrath on this kid. He knew damn well it wouldn’t end well for either of them – Jackson had hard laws when it came to violence.

“You deserve a lot worse,” Joel gritted his teeth and motioned with his head towards the exit. “Now get out.”

“She wanted it!” Jack shouted, as if he hoped that his explanations would make the situation any better. He wiped the blood flowing from his nose, glaring at you angrily. “Stupid bitch,” he snarled, “can’t make up her mind. Didn’t I do enough for you?! I was nice, always helped you–”

“Get the fuck out of here before I break your jaw,” Joel cut in, clenching his fists and taking a step forward. The young fucker seemed to size him up for a couple of seconds, probably wondering if starting a fight was worth it, but eventually spluttered contemptuously.

“Fine,” he snarled, and then looked below Joel’s arm at you. “I wouldn’t want to catch somethin’ from you, either way, if you’re already fucking this old geezer.”

Your face, and also Joel’s, grew hot – but while yours was red from embarrassment and shame, his was burning from barely concealed rage.

“OUT!!” he shouted, his thundering and powerful voice making both you and Jack flinch. His face was twisted in fury and the other man must’ve realized that staying here longer would only mean worse for him, because he scrambled to his feet and ran out without another word.

The front door slammed shut behind him, and for a few seconds a heavy silence hung in the air.

Joel took a steadying breath, trying to restore his cool, but he felt himself shaking from rage. If he didn’t come back in time… if he was a minute late, he didn’t want to think what that bastard would’ve done to you.

Trying to shut down the intrusive thoughts, Joel turned around and knelt by where you were still seated on the ground. He couldn’t will the tension in his body to lessen, and his muscles and tendons were so taut that he thought they were going to snap. But he forced his hands to unclench before he gently cupped your face.

“Did he hurt you?” he asked quietly, his brows knitted in worry. You shook your head, but your eyes were filled with tears, and it felt like something was ripping Joel’s chest apart.

“He pushed me. And I… the glass.”

You lifted your hand and Joel winced when he saw a shard of green glass – from the flower vase which previously stood on the table – embedded in your palm. A trickle of blood was running down your wrist, but he presumed there would be much more once he took it out.

“It’s alright, sweet girl. I’ll take care of it.” I’ll take care of you. “Let’s go to the kitchen so I can patch you up, ‘kay?”

You nodded, letting him pull you to your feet.

Once you made your way there and you instructed him on where some bandages and disinfectant were, Joel gently grabbed your waist and hoisted you up onto the table, seemingly without any problem at all. You blushed when you felt his touch, for a moment forgetting about the pain piercing your palm, but the gravity of what you just experienced crept up on you again soon enough.

Joel noticed your silence as he carefully removed the shard and bandaged your hand. He didn’t want to imagine what exactly happened when he was gone, but it was obvious it shook you quite strongly. So when he saw tears welling in your eyes, he threw all caution to the wind and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

Not one ounce of regret had time to haze his mind over, because you instantly clung to him, too, letting out a shaky exhale. Joel hugged you tightly, letting go of all the tension and fear in his body. He was never this close to you before, and he allowed himself to indulge in the warmth of your body and the feeling of your arms around him, reminding him that you’re okay, that you’re with him now. He breathed in your scent, hiding his nose in the crown of your head and pressing his lips to your hair, hoping to calm you down.

“It’s alright, baby. I’m here, you’re safe now.”

You tensed, but Joel just held you closer, not realizing he said something wrong. He planted a soft kiss on your hairline, sighing when you started moving your hands up and down his back soothingly. Despite standing up, Joel felt relaxed like never before, like he could fall asleep right here and now.

That is, until you spoke up.

“What did you say?”

…shit.

Joel opened his mouth, then closed it almost immediately. His eyes raced wildly across the room, trying to think of what to say, but he didn’t let go of you. There might’ve been a selfish reason behind his inaction, but mostly he didn’t want you to see his flustered face.

“Nothin’,” he answered after a pregnant and rather uncomfortable pause, and cleared his throat. “You don’t wanna… t’was nothin’ important.”

Maybe you really didn’t hear him. It would have saved him a lot of trouble and embarrassment, and probably another two weeks of his life of avoiding you. But judging by the silence in the room, he wasn’t so lucky.

“Did you…” You swallowed before finishing softly, “call me ‘baby’?”

Joel cringed, closing his eyes tightly, and prayed for some higher power to smite him off the surface of the Earth. But again – luck wasn’t on his side.

The silence prolonged, and you finally grew impatient. You pulled away, looking up to scan his face. “Joel?”

“I’m sorry, it… slipped out,” he mumbled, all red and not meeting your eyes. That was a shame, because if he did find the courage to look at you, he would notice a small smile forming on your face as you regarded him.

“So I heard you correctly?” you asked again, and he sighed heavily, running his hand over his face and rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, yes you did. M’really sorry, I wasn’t thinkin’. I just tried to comfort you and– fuck,” he whispered to himself, lowering his hand but still not looking in your direction. “I, I don’t want ya to feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry, I can go…”

“No.” Your uninjured hand shot out and grabbed his shirt before you could process what you were doing. Joel glanced down at your fist clutching the material, and then back up into your wide eyes. “Please, no. Stay.”

His lips parted slightly at your request and unexplained (at least from his perspective) hope filling your gaze. He looked so adorable that you had never wanted to kiss him more than right now.

“Come closer,” you pleaded, barely louder than a whisper.

Joel obliged, letting your hand guide him. You gently pulled him to you, so that he was almost standing between your legs, and your fingers loosened their hold, now smoothing over the material of his shirt.

You took a deep breath and leaned forward, bracing your weight on his chest. Joel looked puzzled by your behavior, but when he realized what you were doing, he stopped you gently by putting his own hand on your shoulder.

“No,” he whispered, his voice full of pain, but steady. “Don’t do that. You… you’re in a state of shock.”

“I know what I want,” you spoke equally quietly, staring at him with nothing but pure genuineness and need in your eyes. “And I want you, Joel.”

“Please, ba–” he cut himself off before he could finish this word. It pained him deeply to reject you, but he knew that if he let you kiss him, you’d regret it later. And that he wouldn’t be able to survive. “I’m sorry, sweet girl, but it wouldn’t be right. I don’t wanna be takin’ advantage of you.”

Your face fell in confusion and disappointment, but you didn’t let him go even when he put a light pressure on your hand.

“You never..” you gulped, searching his face, “thought about it? About… me, in that way?”

Christ, what was he supposed to say to that? He wouldn’t be able to lie to you, not if you kept looking at him with those innocent and full of desire eyes of yours.

“Don’t ask me.” Joel closed his eyes, the muscle in his cheek pulsing when he felt your touch on the side of his face. “Please, don’t ask me.”

“Because I have,” you continued in a sudden rush of courage. “I think about you constantly, and about us. Every time I invite you over or see you in the town working... And I’m only saying all that, because I thought maybe… maybe you felt it, too. I think you do.” Joel didn’t answer, and you looked up at him with determination you didn’t really feel. “Tell me.”

Joel clenched his jaw, exhaling heavily, but didn’t pull away. He weighed the options in his mind while you waited patiently, and finally, his resolve cracked under your hopeful gaze.

“I think about you,” he began slowly, earnestly, “every night. Every fuckin’ night and day, sweetheart.” His voice was raspy, but that drawl of his so soft and delicious to your ears. “But I shouldn’t. You and I both know that.”

He still hasn’t looked your way. You tried to lean to the side to fit in his field of vision, but Joel turned away even more, attempting to take a step back. You grabbed his shirt again before he could do that, and he didn’t fight you.

“Why not?” you whispered, transfixed on his handsome features.

“‘Cause you deserve better. I’m way too old for you,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, like you should know it already. “You have so many admirers who are probably much more fit for you, and it would be… it is so wrong that I’m lettin’ those thoughts linger.”

“I don’t want any of them, though.” Joel finally locked eyes with you, but still seemed conflicted. You slowly let go of his clothes and reached for his hands, then guided them to your cheeks. You saw his throat bob nervously when you placed them there and brushed his knuckles with your thumbs. “Look, it’s hard for me to open up, but… I really like you. Really.”

Joel swallowed heavily, his face contorted in pain – as if your words were wounding not only his soul, but his very flesh. Then the pressure on your cheeks became a little stronger, and he tentatively swiped his thumbs under your eyes in a loving manner. Your heart fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings as he slowly scanned your face for any sign of hesitancy, then let his eyelids drop and pressed his forehead to yours. You lifted your chin slightly, nudging his nose with the tip of yours.

“Call me that again,” you whispered pleadingly. His wooden, earthly scent was enveloping all your senses, making you feel so very calm and safe. You’d gladly lose yourself in him. “Please.”

Joel instantly knew what you meant. His resolve was wavering and his body giving in, but the doubt was still there in his mind. The fear that he was somehow reading you wrong.

“Don’t beg me, sweet girl.” His breath was on your lips, beckoning you even closer. “M’too weak for that.”

“Please,” you repeated more urgently, and when he didn’t move, you turned your head and pressed your lips to the inside of his wrist tenderly. “Joel.”

He cursed softly. It appeared that the tension between you both was getting to him, too, and Joel was losing the battle he fought with himself. He lowered his lips to the edge of your jaw, his pupils blown wide and eyelids heavy, almost as if he was under a spell. You whimpered when he withdrew one of his hands on your cheeks, but the loss was quickly replaced by relief when he moved it to the small of your back, pulling you closer and flush against his body.

“You sure about this?” he murmured lowly, making you shiver against him. His nose traveled along your jaw and the column of your neck, then back up until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “I don’t want ya to regret it.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “Please, baby.”

Your plea sent a shiver down his spine. Joel couldn’t hold back anymore, didn’t want to. It was clear you wanted him, and he never was a strong enough man to deny you anything.

Your eyes met, and Joel took a second to get his heart under control. You were so beautiful, and your skin so soft under his touch… He tilted your chin up, barely able to comprehend that all of it was really happening, that it was you who put his hands on yourself. And you wanted him to kiss you.

For fuck’s sake, you begged him to.

All the remaining traces of his self-control evaporated in a heartbeat, and he pulled you in, pressing your body closer before bringing his lips to yours, locking them in a soft kiss.

His mouth molded perfectly to yours, causing you to sigh with relief at the gentle caress. You felt heat pooling in your stomach, and you were glad for sitting down because your weak knees would surely buckle under you in different circumstances. The intensity of the kiss gradually grew until it became so heated that you had to grab a fistful of Joel’s hair on the nape of his neck for support.

At one point, Joel pried your lips away, searching your eyes with concern. You worried that he was having second thoughts, but the longer he looked at you, the more his own irises darkened with lust and insatiable hunger, making your face burn like it was on fire. His clear want and the knowledge that you were the cause of it made you feel powerful, but somehow at the same time completely naked under his gaze.

Without any warning, he dived back in, his wide palm enveloping one side of your face while he tangled the other hand in your hair. He tugged on it, probably a little rougher than he intended, eliciting a needy moan from your chest. You instantly felt embarrassed about your response, but when you tried to pull away, Joel practically growled, not letting you turn away.

“S’alright, baby,” he rasped, trailing hot kisses down your neck, making your breath hitch in your throat. “Keep makin’ those pretty sounds for me.”

You felt dizzy. Like he could make you melt from the tone of his voice alone.

Having his lips on yours felt better than you have ever imagined, and so perfect that you never wanted this moment to end. But one thought kept nagging at you, making it harder and harder to focus, and finally after some time Joel softly drew away. He sent you a soft, almost shy smile.

“What is it, sweetheart? Not havin’ second thoughts, I hope?”

It hit you in that moment that it wasn’t the first time he looked at you with so much warmth and affection in his eyes. You just never noticed before that he always looked at you this way.

“No, no,” you hurried to reassure him. “Just something… Something I wanted to do for a while.”

He raised his eyebrows playfully. “Somethin’ other than kissin’ your handsome neighbor?”

You clicked your tongue at his unexpected cockiness.

“Not exactly.” Your answer only made him more intrigued, and you grinned. “Indulge me and take a step back.”

Joel squinted suspiciously, but eventually humored you. You bit your lip, feeling giddy at finally having a chance to do something you thought about every time this infuriatingly handsome man was in your house.

His eyes followed the tip of your tongue when it ran across your bottom lip… and you took this moment to hook your thumbs on his tool belt and yank him forward.

Your lips connected again, though it was far from perfect – your teeth clashed together and your noses collided, causing you both to yelp in small pain and discomfort, but you didn’t let go of him. Your joy from this silliness lasted only a couple of seconds, though, because before long Joel started to laugh uncontrollably.

You huffed and tried to kiss him again, but he withdrew out of your reach, wrapping his arms around your waist with a big, goofy smile.

“Get back here.”

“What the hell was that, sweetheart?”

His eyes crinkled in amusement and you felt a bit foolish from what you just did. You turned your gaze down, but Joel lifted your chin with his fingertip, and you couldn’t help but smile, too, when you saw how happy he looked.

“It looked more romantic in my head,” you murmured with an awkward chuckle. “I actually wanted to do it the first time I saw you with that belt on.”

“S’that so?” Joel asked and kissed you briefly again, this time with a hint of hunger he was keeping at bay until now. “You like seein’ me in it?”

“I really, really do,” you whispered, hiding your face in his chest. “I don’t know why, but it look so fucking hot on you…”

“My dirty baby,” Joel purred into your hair. The bright grin on his face only grew when he heard you groaning in embarrassment. “Gimme a kiss.”

You didn’t move, not wanting to face him, so Joel opted to nuzzle the sensitive skin of your neck with his nose. “You’re adorable, y’know that? Don’t get all shy on me now, babygirl.”

A deep sigh escaped your chest and the tension in your shoulders lessened. Joel smirked into the crook of your neck, still planting soft kisses on your skin. His lower back was starting to ache from the position, but there wasn’t anywhere else he’d rather be.

And then all the discomfort in his body was put in the shade when you moaned quietly, pressing yourself against him more and wrapping your arms around Joel’s neck.

“Do you wanna get back to my room?” you asked after a while, and Joel hummed into your skin, now littered with love bites his lips and teeth left in their wake.

“You want me to fix that shelf of yours?” he teased back, making you snort.

“Just wanna cuddle with you. If that’s okay.” You nuzzled into his neck, and added quietly. “I can still feel his touch on me. And I only wanna feel you.”

Though Joel would be more than okay with that, by the sounds you were making and the look you were giving him, he doubted that’s all you’ll be doing. Still, his back hurt like hell and he almost let out a relieved groan at the thought of laying down.

“If you want me, baby. If you want me, then I’m all yours.”

Not a week has passed, and Joel had to get his toolbox out again – this time to fix your broken bed.

Though now he knew exactly what caused the damage.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #joel miller fluff #i played with perspective a bit in this one as you can probably tell #joel miller x you #joel tlou #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction

[popcornaddict500]

Steam

NSFW.

Finally finished this :) anyways, enjoy some Ais x MC (ambiguous gender) shower action 😌 1600~ words.

Notes/warnings:

-Mc has an ambiguous body type

-Finger sucking

-Penetrative sex

-Orgasm denial (kinda?)

Reblogs very much appreciated <3

The steam of the shower makes everything look misty. My hands press into the fogged up glass, leaving condensed prints that fade as soon as I move them. My breath comes out quick and unsteady. And when I shiver, Ais chuckles lowly in his throat.

"I've barely touched you yet," He murmurs into my ear. "Are you that pent up?"

I grit my teeth and glare at him over my shoulder. "You're being such a tease, how can I not be?"

His hot breath tickles my neck, and I shiver again. Damn it, he's beautiful. The water drips from his hair onto my skin, and his intense eyes nearly glow in the dimly lit bathroom. He's calm as he gazes at me, though there's a hunger in his eyes I can't miss.

His fingers walk up my sides, just a little. "Yeah? Should I stop then?"

"No!" I exclaim, too fast. Much to my annoyance, this just makes him flash me a sharp-toothed grin.

"Thought so." He grips my hip possesively, but it's with a gentle sort of strength that's nothing short of electrifying.

I press my hands harder against the glass, and my eyes linger on the golden lines crossing my darkened skin there. This is a risk I'm taking...

Both his hands are on my hips now. He kisses my shoulder and I sigh pleasantly, to which he chuckles again.

"You're a lot less mouthy like this, Sparrow. It's pretty cute."

"Don't- call me- nh-"

His hands slide across my skin, to my stomach, in an agonizingly slow manner. They tease lower, and lower... until I can feel them on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. His rings add a cool tang that makes me groan.

I grit my teeth. There's nothing I want more than to grab at him and pull his hands closer, to where they're supposed to be, but I can't.

"Ais... this is dangerous... my curse-"

He doesn't let me finish as he bites down on the part of flesh in between my neck and shoulder, which wrenches a gasp from my throat.

"Then just don't touch me. You can manage that, can't you?"

It's not that easy, you bastard! I groan and shift positions, angling my hips slightly more upward. I glower at the smug aura radiating off him, the way he knows I'll obey- just because of how desperately I want this.

"Not gonna snap back at me?" He purrs in my ear as he presses his hips forward, so I can feel his cock against my ass. The heat of it makes me tremble with anticipation. Truthfully, it's becoming hard to form any coherent sentences at this moment. Not like I'll admit that to him- I don't want to give him the satisfaction.

I press back into him, and the soft moan that spills from his lips is a sweet balm on my growing annoyance. I want to hear more, though.

So I press back harder, which makes him grip me tighter. I jump in surprise when he groans my name.

"You are playing a dangerous game, Sparrow."

"Oh- oh yeah?" I mumble, "Do something about it."

He chuckles. "Mh, since you insist." His left hand trails up from my thigh, to my face. I blink in surprise when his fingers slip past my lips, pressing onto my tongue. "Suck them," He murmurs in my ear, and I get goosebumps.

I don't respond, but do as he says... I'm glad I can't see his satisfied expression. I suck his fingers slowly, slick covering them and dribbling down my chin when he presses down more. Oh yeah, he's enjoying this way too much. My cheeks burn.

He whispers in my ear, "Mm, that's good..." He grinds against me slowly, and I gasp when I feel his dick slide in between my thighs, grazing my sex.

Ais is taking his time with me, deliberately, and it's driving me nuts. This is not fair! He's fine to tease me all he likes but I'm hanging on a thread here!

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, making a little noise at the back of his throat. "This'll do," He mumbles under his breath, and lowers his hand- I jump when I feel his fingers pressing into me.

"Ah...!" I tremble, my legs suddenly feeling weak. The ache feels slightly less unbearable with his slick fingers slowly moving inside me, but... it's still not enough. I still need more... so much more.

His ministrations are so good... but there's so little stimulation! He's making me slick so he'll fit inside me easier, I know that, but he's taking so much longer than needed- and wether he'll actually indulge me after this is debatable also. For all I know, he'll spend 10 more minutes teasing me.

I turn slightly and reach in to grab his hair, but he's quick to react, tightly gripping my arm beyond the blackened part of my skin.

"Stop." His eyes flash dangerously. "Don't touch me, remember?"

Oh. Right.

I groan loudly and set my hands back on the glass. He can touch me all I want but I can't... I want to feel his hair. I want to feel the scar on his brow. I want to feel his lips, his neck, his arms- god, everything!

I growl and shake my head in frustration, but it's difficult to stay mad once I feel his dick slide up against me again, now very close to my entrance. I whimper, biting my lip hard.

He rolls his hips, sliding it over it and almost slipping inside, but not enough. Just enough pressure to make me squirm, but not enough to ease my need. I feel the hot water pooling up on the curve of my back as it leaks down against him.

"Ais..."

"Mm?" He smirks.

"...Have some mercy on me."

He seems to consider this briefly. "Well. It would be cruel to tease you for much longer." He takes my face in his left hand and turns it towards his, leaning in and pressing an oddly chaste kiss to my lips. It unwillingly makes my heart flutter. I lean in for another, then another.... His lips are soft. But hungry.

Just as I'm getting lost in his kisses, he suddenly grips my hips and ruts forward, finally sliding into me.

"Oh- !" I gasp, eyes closed. My body trembles as it accomodates him, but oh, finally... That delicious, satisfying feeling of being filled. Ais groans at the back of his throat, eyes closed. I bite my lip hard, squeezing him. "Ais, fuck..."

He kisses my throat and I barely manage to keep standing like this. The only thing keeping me steady is his firm grip on my hips. He's not moving yet... Still teasing me...

Until his arm hooks under one of my legs and he lifts it up.

My breath catches in my throat when he starts plowing me. I barely hold onto the glass, and I almost fear it'll break with the force of his thrusts.

My legs are spread wide like this, giving him better access... And keeping me standing, perhaps. Either way, my mouth is hanging open, spilling moans and gasps and groans, all of which is music to his ears, I'm sure.

He's slightly more silent, other than his heavy breathing and the occasional grunt. I shudder, which makes him chuckle.

"Cute," He mumbles again, and sets his teeth onto my throat. He only bites down a little.

"Mmm!" Oh, this is too much. I already feel close and he's just started... And I think he knows. I feel it in the calculated way he rolls his hips, the way his hand presses against my stomach to keep me still, the way his intense eyes burn into my back.

I'm not sure if I could handle this facing him.

I try to hold on, try to keep my orgasm at bay- It can't end yet. Not this fast. But it's so hard when I feel his cock pressing inside, rubbing up against where I'm most sensitive... He's so warm.

"Sparrow,"

"Ngh-?"

"Don't hold back." It's not a command but something very close to it.

"A-ah...!" I squeeze my eyes shut. I try to resist, try to refuse him, but his lips on the nape of my neck and his hot breath teasing me make me want to give in... Not to mention his breathy voice in my ear.

"Let go, Sparrow."

Damn it...! I clasp a hand over my mouth as I come, hard. The deep groan he lets out drives me wild.

"Very good..." Though, he's not done. I'm oversensitive now, reeling from my orgasm, but he keeps going. Slightly more hurried, and harder...

"Ais...!" I shiver all over, my body throbbing from the overstimulation. "It's too much-"

"Fuck," He grips me tighter. "Hold on a little longer, sweetheart."

Oh god... I hang my head , facing the floor, and watch the water drip down my hair, onto the floor. My breath comes out in ragged gasps, I clench around him.

His thrusts are so powerful, so filling. I'm getting close again... But so is he.

"Mmngh..." Very soon, he'll... I bite my lip at the erotic thought of him finishing inside me. The lewd mental image drives me just a bit closer to that edge...

So close...! I moan languidly...

But then he pulls out, a near-desperate groan leaving him as he comes on my back. He grips his shaft, panting hard. I'm left throbbing and aching to release.

"Wh-" I turn around to look at him incredulously, face flushed.

He stares at me for a second before he grins. "Oh? Did you want it inside, Sparrow?"

I bristle, embarrassment in my face.

"You didn't specify." He teases, leaning in close to my face. "Maybe next time I'll indulge you, mh?"

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #touchstarved writing #nsft #charlie's writing #touchstarved #touchstarved mc

[shirefantasies]

“Hi first I love your stories and match ups, may I ask for a match up in the Hobbit. I'm a 4'11, puerto rican girl, introverted workaholic bookworm on the autistic spectrum. I have long curly dark brown hair with a undercut. I'm also an Aquarius. I suffer from both anxiety and ocd. I tend to hold in anger cause I'm afraid that it will hurt people and I like having my space. I hope this doesn't bother you.” -@cutebean-123

It sure doesn't because you get to be the first person I match with...

Thorin Oakenshield Himself 😌

It really matters not, but one of the first things that strikes the king-to-be is the fact that despite you being a daughter of men you share in his stature. He is not used to looking men of any kind in the eye, rather being looked down on, and this is part of his distrust beyond his own people: the sheer air of condescension that arises. With you, though, you fit in, or blend in at least. He is unsure if Gandalf's recommendation carries weight solely by how shy and unsure you seem upon first meeting him. Struggling at first to actually look him in the eye, largely because you could barely pull your nose from your books! The wizard is insistent your knowledge is great and valuable, and you certainly show more promise than the burglar. The others take to you fairly quickly, especially the brothers Ri. The company’s youngest loves your books, too, it seems.

It stirs something in Thorin how protective the others are of you, the way you’re defended from every match of playful insults and pulled out of danger again and again. He wants to be annoyed, frustrated at the addition of two inexperienced adventurers, but when you share your enthusiasm to see his beautiful kingdom, all the legends you have heard, it simply fizzles out. Soon, the only annoyance he finds himself feeling is at the sight of the others’ hands about your waist even if they are saving you.

He notices the way you don’t tend to express things outwardly and frankly he understands. It only further fuels the shock crossing his face and mind when you snap one day, releasing anger he hadn’t even realized you held beneath your calm exterior. The others had been teasing you too hard and had even taken something of yours, and Thorin instantly barks at them to stop and give it back when he sees. You apologize for causing so much trouble and Thorin just gives a deep chuckle, shaking his head. “How is that your fault? They thought antagonizing someone they found soft was funny? It is no joke at all. That lot could learn a thing or two about order- something I think you and I understand well.” Sentimental or not, even if the object is simply a beloved fidget, the king surprises you with his understanding. Reaching into the large folds of his coat, Thorin pulls out a key. You have seen this key once before back in Bilbo’s home, but now he lets you see it up close. “I find myself toying with this in idleness. The feel of it beneath my fingers… something of it is reassuring. I understand you.” Something about those words break down your smile, bringing you to wrap your arms around the king, who breaks into an uncharacteristically shy smile. “Understanding is not something we often come by, is it? And yet here I think our hearts can rest.” He feels your nod of agreement once your head rests upon his shoulder.

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***MATCHUPS ARE CLOSED***

#the hobbit #lotr x reader #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit matchups #thorin #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin x female reader #female reader #ask #cutebean-123 #requested #matchup monday

[dmagedgoods]

5, 8, 12, and D for Eneas?

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust? It’s very hard because he mistrusts from the start, there is nothing to earn there. 😌 I'm sorry, serious answer now. 😂💕 He learned how easily people turn the moment their emotions are influenced in a strong enough way. And while he polished this very art himself, he knows that he can’t control any single aspect and doesn’t want to. He actually enjoys it when his plans don’t go exactly the way he imagined and when people surprise him. But because he has to / wants to leave room for those elements, it’s even more important that he protects himself from dangerous developments. He almost never lets anyone genuinely close. When it happens though, when he actually trusts, he will be scared but not take it back unless the person truly betrays him then. This very case may hit him hard enough that he won’t even be able to take revenge like he usually does with those harming him. 8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child Awww, when he still was with his parents? Aeneas (back then written like this, yes) was a very well-behaved boy. Sometimes his parents told him to stop dreaming or playing and to help his sisters instead but most of the time, as the youngest child, he got spoiled and treated with all the patience and love. Later, when he lived on the streets? He was told to “stop tainting the city, worthless vermin” quite often. 12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach? That’s such a funny question. Like, literally? He chuckled and told me that he retreats to take care of it in private, with a tool if necessary, or if he’s with someone in a more private setting, he asks them to help him out for a moment. D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look? When Salvadore first mentioned him, Eneas appeared to me and he looked almost exactly like he does today. His hair seemed darker the first few times I saw him in my mind but it turned out this was just a temporary style; his actual hair color is a warm brown. Aside from that, I only ever changed his appearance when I translated him from universes where he’s human to universes where he’s a tiefling. The darker, stoney grey skin color didn’t work out though, he decided, and returned to his former warm bronze tone he has when human too.

#those were fun! #thank you so much! 💗 #oc: eneas #ask games #my ocs #dmagedtexts

[hournites]

25/26 with hournite 😌

Hournite + "I don't care that you're hanging up lights. Get off the roof!"

~.~

Beth wakes up on Christmas morning early, as she always does. For the last few years, she'd always be the first one up, dragging her exhausted parents to the kitchen to whip up the biggest breakfast menu imaginable. This year, it's different. She scrambles out of bed rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, greeted by the sweet smell of coffee and bacon.

She glances out the window when she peeks out her curtain. There's barely any snow. There usually isn't, but it didn't hurt to check. Most of the houses lined up across the street have their Santa and reindeer inflatables swaying in the wind and their twinkling lights going. They don't have any. Her dad was meaning to go out and buy some more this year, but everything with Rick temporarily moving in scattered the priority list order for needed household items. A bright smile breaks out on her face as she quickly gets dressed. That's right. Rick is here with them this Christmas--Never in her wildest freshman year dreams would she have imagined spending her holiday season sidled up on her couch with hot chocolate and Rick.

"Merry Christmas!" Beth almost bounces on the spot with excitement when she gets downstairs. Under the Christmas tree is littered with gifts for everyone, and their dining table is set with poinsettia plants, Christmas tree plates and Mr and Mrs Claus salt and pepper shakers.

Her parents poke their heads out from the kitchen in matching pyjamas and spatulas. "Merry Christmas, baby!"

Her dad waves his spatula. "I'm making my famous waffles!"

"Yummy!" She hugs them quickly, so thankful once again that this is how she's spending her holidays. With them. Together. She pulls away and frowns, just slightly. Someone is missing.

"Where's Rick?"

Her parents look at each other.

"He's outside." Mom pours out the coffee in a fancy carafe for the table. "Something about a surprise?"

"What? For me?" Beth abandons the slice of bacon she started nibbling on, running for her coat and boots.

"Don't forget your scarf!" Dad calls, chuckling at her.

Outside is bitterly cold and not nearly as snowglobe-y it had looked like from the toasty inside of her bedroom window. She cups a hand over her eyes, shielding them from the sun's deceiving glare. Rick's car is still in the driveway. And it's not like much is open on Christmas Day. She twirls around on her front porch, wondering where he could've gone. And what did her parents mean by a surprise?

"Rick?"

"Hey. Up here."

Beth jumps down the front steps, backing away to crane her neck up at her house. Her jaw drops at the sight before her. A huge ladder is propped up against the side of her house and Rick is waving down at her from the slanted roof in his coat. He's got a cardboard box beside him, spilling out a tangled mess of blinking lights.

She claps her mittens over her mouth. "Rick! What the heck are you doing?!?"

He laughs at her shock. "You said you wanted lights!"

She can't believe it. Rick's climbing up a two-storey house to give Beth her perfect Thomas Kinkade house for Christmas.

She can't tell if she's deliriously happy or furiously mad. Probably both. "I did!" she admits.

"Thank you but I meant like, for our bushes or the windows! This is a little extreme!" Heights are still one of her greatest phobias and the snow dusting the roof is slippery. There might be ice. Fear plunges to her gut. Rick could fall. "It's dangerous up there!"

"I'm good." He waves her off, continuing to detangle the wires. "It's almost done." He stretches across, balancing precariously to wrap the rest of them along the other downwards arch of their victorian architecture. Beth can't deny that they're very beautiful, a crisp and bright light that outshines even her flashy neighbours. It's just...Rick. And it's a bit silly, there's been way scarier situations they've both been in together. True life and death moments. But somehow Beth standing in her earmuffs, steadying Rick's ladder has her heart up in her throat. "I don't care that you're hanging up lights, get off the roof!"

Rick double-takes at her sharp tone. He stops, piling the rest of the lights in the box and carefully climbs his way back down. Beth sighs with relief, crushing him in her hug the second his cold hands are removed from the metal ladder.

"I didn't mean to worry you," Rick huffs out, voice laced with concern.

Beth squeezes him tight and doesn't let go. "Beth?"

She takes a deep breath and tilts her chin up, gazing up at him. "Hi."

His brows furrow together, but he's wearing a smile. "Hi."

"I'm good now. Sorry."

"I forgot you got scared of that. I'm right here. Merry Christmas, Beth." Rick shakes his head at her. "So I take that you don't like your present?"

"What!" She pushes his chest back to look up at the lights. "No, I love it! The lights are beautiful. It's stunning! The house looks amazing!" Now that she has the time to take it all in, she notices the Christmas wreath and more lights in matching golden cylinder pots by the front door. "You really decorated it all this morning for me?"

Rick smiles at her. "You like pretty things."

Beth lets out a long sigh. "I love pretty things." She shivers in the cold and adjusts her scarf. "You know what else I like?"

"What?"

"You." Beth darts up and presses a kiss on Rick's cheek before she loses her nerve. "Merry Christmas, Rick."

Rick’s cheeks grow redder than they ever were from the cold. The light dancing across his face is better than anything he could ever string across her roof.

Beth giggles and reaches for his hand. She shakes his grasp in hers. "Where are your gloves, mister?"

“Um.” He glances up at the roof. Beth tugs him along before he gets any ideas of going back up there. “We can ask Courtney to grab them with her staff.”

They return inside to peel off their outerwear and meet her mom and dad at the breakfast table.

“So?” Dad couldn’t mask his excitement if he tried. “It’s spectacular, isn’t it?” He lifts his plate full of waffles. “That’s a real gift, I always say. An act of service—Straight from the heart.”

“I certainly did almost have a heart attack,” Beth jokes.

Rick chuckles, slipping his arms around her from behind. He hooks his chin over Beth’s shoulder, eyeing the array of food. “Please tell me you all eat before opening the rest of the presents.” It still doesn’t cease to amaze her how comfortably affectionate Rick can be. She told him she liked him—He obviously knows, and he doesn’t even need to say it back for Beth to know he feels the same. She can sense it in Rick’s reluctance to let go. His confidence in touching her in front of her parents. The happy grin on his face he can’t seem to wipe off.

“Don’t worry.” Beth reassures him. “Us Chapels prioritize good food.”

Mom shakes her hand. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Beth is a little sad as the heat of Rick’s body pulls away from her when he finds his chair, but she quickly finds joy again when their eyes meet across the table. Somehow, some way, Rick fits in like he’s always been a part of the Chapel holidays. Maybe, Beth gives in to the quiet part of her that wonders, maybe he always will.

#hn fics #tkv fic #hn fic #stargirl #hournite #flirtatious #fluff #holiday fic #rick x beth

[bunnakit]

E and/or X for the fluffy prompts? If i was supposed to send in a pairing too, lets pretend i didnt know, and youll get to choose regardless 😌

FIRSTKANAPHANS FLUFF PROMPTS 🧡

[E]avesdropping To Find Out If They Like You

Tay had only stepped outside for a moment to take a call, he was sure it had lasted no more than five minutes at the most. When he turned to reenter Hum Bar he was stopped short by the sound of a quiet conversation around the corner. It was barely audible through the muffled sound of music and busy voices on the street but he was sure it was two of the guards that had been sent with them tonight. Who were they again? Arm and Paul? Sure, that sounded close enough.

It wasn't that he intended to eavesdrop but Tay had always enjoyed hearing what guards had to say when they thought no one was listening. It was a good way to get information, blackmail material, or just good gossip. He leaned in the dark, blue-lit alley way and listened to their conversation closely to see if there was anything worth gathering there.

"At least he and Khun Time are finally over, for now." He was fairly certain that was Arm, but the relief in his voice was a surprise.

"Not like you're going to do anything about it." The deeper voice was Paul- Pol? Pol, that was it. But what did he mean by that? Tay stiffened slightly, wondering if there was some plan against him he didn't know about. Was he in danger? No, Kinn would never... Well, he would, but he couldn't think of any reason he'd be worth the effort.

"Of course I'm not, I like having all my limbs intact, thanks." Huh?

"I don't think Khun Tay is cruel, you'd probably just get punished by Khun Kinn if it went badly." Tay chanced a glance around the corner and watched Pol stub out a cigarette against the sole of his shoe.

"I'm content enough with where I am, Pol. I know my place." Arm had taken off his glasses and was cleaning them on the bottom of his sweater and Tay was briefly struck by the thought of how handsome he looked. The dim neon lights caught the intensity of his eyes and the sharp planes of his face.

"You mean Khun Tay looking at you like you're gum on the bottom of his shoe? I don't get you but whatever. I think you could at least try taking him out on a date or something."

Oh. Oh. That was definitely interesting. So Arm harbored feelings for him? How naive... And sweet.

"Khun Tay deserves better than me, Pol." Arm rolled his eyes and stepped away from the wall as if he was going to leave, and Tay didn't want to lose to opportunity here.

"Enjoying the evening, gentlemen?" Tay smiled as he rounded the corner, enjoying the way they both stiffened and Arm paled at the sight of him. He always enjoyed the way his heeled boots echoed in the halls of the estate, but he found the sound of them on the slightly damp concrete was equally enjoyable.

"Khun Tay." They each offered a wai and Tay chuckled softly, his eyes turning to Arm where they would stay.

"Our apologies, Khun Tay. We've had a bit too much to drink." Pol laughed nervously, clearly trying to cover the tracks of their conversation.

"Arm hasn't had a single drink all night." Tay pointed out and watched as Arm lifted his eyes, perhaps surprised Tay had noticed anything at all about him. "But that's beside the point. Arm, I'd like you to accompany me to dinner tomorrow night. I'll get it cleared with Kinn."

"Of course, Khun Tay. Is there anything I should know about the event?" Arm immediately asked, all propriety and professionalism.

"There's no event, Arm. Just dinner between us." Tay smiled before turning and retreating back inside Hum Bar. He enjoyed the choked surprise he could hear behind him.

Arm may be 'below his station' but it was clear he had a kind heart and good intentions; things Tay had sorely been lacking in his life.

He was interested to see where this would go.

#kpts #kinnporsche #armtay #kp fic #bunn writes #bunn asks #ask prompts

[shepherds-of-haven]

THE SWAMP UPDATE WAS SO DELICIOUS IM SCREAMING. I thought the cave was going to be the creepiest chapter but you really upped the horror for the swamp adventure! Poor Red and MC just growing increasingly more uncomfortable with each new clue they uncover about the Wallmirians. Both of them just laughing in the corner like the “(chuckles” I’m in danger.” meme.

Ah, thank you so much, I'm so glad the creep factor of the swamp hasn't become too much! 😌 And omg I know lol, just casual references to Wallmire being the Blest version of Salem and MC and Red are just sweating bullets

MC: but you had evidence, right

Saranae:

MC: but you had evidence, right?

Saranae: anyway who's hungry

#Shepherds of Haven #my favorite exchange after the interrogation is someone going 'okay why do i feel like there's a lot of pieces missing in that story' #red: maybe they feel awkward saying the gory details in front of us LMAO AS THEY SHOULD #spoilers #heavy #chapter 7 #alpha build #alpha preview

[here2bbtstrash]

jack in the box thoughts if u care. warning this got long as hell and obviously i am reading potentially sus english translations soooo take all of this with many large pinches of salt. JUST LET ME LIVE, I LOVE TO ANALYZE SHIT OKAY.

god i really love this intro a lot. it's giving audiobook in the car lmao but i do think it's the perfect introduction to the concepts of the album for those who are maybe unfamiliar

"hope gave people the will to carry on living amidst the pain and strife" no lies detected

okay but his TONE on pandora's box and the way his voice gets more and more intense it's like.... you can hear the pressure of all of it building. omg. ALSO THIS FUCKING CHORUS.

fucking hell i love this style of music for him it puts his unique and versatile voice on display so well. nothing to distract from it.

more dance break ✨✨✨ still such a banger ugh

OKAY THE BEAT OF STOP..... and wow these lyrics. "there are no bad people in the world" i'm sorry did y'all hear that???? pretty sure jung hoseok just said transformative justice???? abolish prisons and policing?????? ahem sorry i'll stop

AHHHH I WASN'T READY FOR = (equal sign)

HE SAID TRANSCEND/BEYOND GENDER..... I'M ASCENDING......... i'm ready for the post-gender future,, hoseok take me with u 🥺

oh my god his VOICE and the VIBE of this chorus...... give it to me 90s fantasy!!!! I NEED MORE HOBI FALSETTO ALL THE TIME WHY HAS HE BEEN HIDING THIS FROM US i'm driving directly to hybe to FIGHT SOMEONE

music box: reflection ...... *chuckles* i'm in danger (DO IT HOBI UNLEASH THE SLEEP PARALYSIS DEMON DO IT DO IT)

oh my artistic analysis ass is LIVING for this directly after equal sign so much to fucking UNPACK abt the concepts of equality vs. like, actual justice OOH OOH OOOOOOOH

damn i literally just had to take a breather when what if... started. no offense to those who love it but sooome of the lyrics in equal sign rang a teensy bit hollow to me (i am sooooo over the 'we are one race 😌 the human race 😌' crap ya know,, although there were definitely a lot of great parts abt respecting differences/not needing to all be absolutely the same in there too! i am not dragging the song lol!!!)

and for him to turn around and slap us in the face with THIS?????? oh i am RIGHT THERE WITH U HOBI omfg. like IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE....

HE REALLY SAID MAYBE IT'S ABT MY PRIVILEGE AND NOT JUST MY WILL OH MY GOD. KING SHIT.

"I wonder what hardships and ordeals mean to you Since you only walked up intact stairs" !!!!!!!!!!! JUNG HOSEOK

holy fuck i need someone to come hold my hand. i may not survive to the end of this album.

god this idea that it's so fucking easy to talk abt hope and optimism (and yes, equality!!!) when you live a privileged life. i'm literally about to fucking cry. i love it so much i cannot BREATHE.

thank god for the whiplash of safety zone i need these tears to go back up into my eyeballs lmao

ooooof these lyrics tho. i have so many feelings abt celebrity/idol culture and gosh i just wanna give him a hug. it's gotta be so hard to feel like there are so few people you can trust and be entirely safe around or even just points where you feel like you can actually REST (my trauma brain sure knows that firsthand 🤪 and honestly i'd imagine being an idol impacts the brain similarly to complex trauma..... i am js,, we can unpack that later if y'all want)

"I like animals better than people these days" - felt, hobi, felt.

future is such a cute lil bop aaa! i appreciate him reminding us that HE needs to be given hope too 💜 AS I CANCER I CAN RELATE TO ENDLESSLY GIVING.... you gotta help yourself before you can help others babe!!!!

this song is so lovely ~ it's giving positive nihilism ✨ and that sometimes it's okay to take the next step even if you don't know what's coming and you're scared. i hope he feels this way about the hiatus honestly 🥺 babe absolutely deserves it

ugh and arson as a closer feels so damn correct. i watched the MV already so it's not my first time hearing it but this after everything else we just went through...... it's so fucking perfect. burn down all the shit that no longer serves you.

and i also just love the metaphor of everything he's been through being like arson bc it's like, sure, "i set the fire".... but obv he (and all of bangtan) had NO IDEA it would get as big as it has (like any out of control fire).... really i'm sure they felt like they *had* no control after a certain point. seriously the perfect metaphor for it. uncontrolled burn that eventually either has to burn out or keep going and engulf the mf world. and i trust them to make the right choice. 💜

damn alright well. i have tears in my eyes still. what a fantastic fucking album. i am so proud of / in love with this man. and 'what if' is OBVIOUSLY my favorite song it's not even fucking close sdjfkljsf

DAMN LOLLAPALOOZA MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL ME

#mposting #hope u enjoyed my essay✨ #it got unhinged once what if.... came on #i'll never be over that song holy shit

[taegularities]

hey!! i'm not able to reblog the fic for some reason...? i have no idea what's wrong so I'll just leave my comments here <3

i read it ;)

“But I just want my baby to be comfortable.”

BABYYY!!! pls rid what are u doing to me-

So, as honest as ever, he doesn’t hesitate. He leans back in his seat, exhales and tells you, “Nara’s my ex girlfriend. She and I grew up together, but didn’t get together till freshman year.”

shit... i knew this was coming. i hate u 😤😤

How does a fake girlfriend compete against childhood love?

no!!! please, things like this just makes the oc more insecure 🥺🥺

Pulling his right leg in, he moves a bit, and lets it appear on the other side of your body. He pushes himself forward by a few inches, and presses his torso against your back before soft hands sneak to your tummy.

oh my goddd ahsghfdfd HOW ARE THEY NOT CONFESSING TO EACH OTHER RIGHT FUCKING NOW 😭😭😭 this is too domestic ✋😞

“Oh, come on. You won’t be thinking of me there. You’ll be busy having fun with your family.” You chuckle, eyes still slipped close, and jest, “And staring at resort girls.”

lmaoo

“We don’t have a coupon for starters. Every other shop and brand does,” you say, leaning forwards. “So what if we established a ten percent off coupon for those who become new members of our brand?”

smartass oc indeed 😌

“And if he doesn’t? He doesn’t take care of it, but books an expensive vacation?”

oh my god, this is so sad :(( the mom is such a snake!! why does she even care where he's gonna stay at? this is truly unacceptable... but i stan oc for standing for jk!! and that's how it should be ;)

Jungkook [6:13PM]: i hope you’re doing okay. i’m thinking of you 

awww ❤️❤️

Laughter sounds through the phone, and a few people clap. His relatives know how to have fun, and your heart aches for a bond you haven’t gotten familiar with yet.

i feel bad 😞 wish she would've gone with him too...

“I don’t understand why you wouldn’t choose him.”

??? because she has jungkook! when will the mother stop... I'm so done rid. 😠 thinking that jk won't be able to do anything in future just sounds so disrespectful 😥

“Look outside.”

hahah, i thought he was outside her house for a moment 😂

“I really like your dress.”

akskdksmdk HE'S HERE ISNT HEEE 😭😭😭 ridddd why are you doing this!???

As you dig your fingers into his back, he wraps an arm around your torso; presses you close to him, lips in your hair. A gentle timbre whispers, “Hi.”

oh gawd 🥺🥺 they're so in love... PLS LET THE CONFESSION HAPPEN 😤😭

“I need to talk to you, angel,” he says.

shit no no no, don't tell me something really happened... let them be happy ksksjsjs

ok, the part where jk for drunk and said his pink got hurt, LMFAO that was so adorable!! and when he yawned? this is what came into my mind:

actually, that whole scene just reminded me of this vlive!!! 🥺 (except the bucket hat)

wait... jin is going to be important again? what the heck do u mean 😀 don't tell me it is what I think... you're the worst i hate u for this. this part screams danger for the next one 🙄🤨

anyway (😤😠) i loved this chapter 💖💖 good job 😘

ahhh yeah, tumblr sometimes doesn't let u reblog long fics from the phone! i can only do it on desktop, too, so if u still wanna reblog or anything, u could try it like that 😭 but this review is still so 🥺🥺🥺

UGHHH the 'you're my baby' to nara whiplash, lmaooo yes i understand ur feelings :') oc really does get insecure about stuff a lot! but i think jk's domestic and sweet behaviour are what calm her a bit, so let's hope things get better for her head. and fck yeah, oc is a badass and smartass, and we stan her but not her mother !!! girl knows what to do at work and defends her man? YUPPPP!

oh god yeah, i can see why it looked like he was outside 🤣 (then again... later, at the end... 🥺). YES YES WE NEED A CONFESSION CMON. tell em !!!

also, u're so so right to be reminded of the vlive! it was exactly what inspired his whole look, the sweater paws and the gentle yawn 🥺 i'm so glad u picked up on that !!! also ha ha, i'm not sure what u think about seokjin but 😀😀 interesting, isn't it–

thank u so much for reading, love. u leave such wonderful and sweet reviews, and they mean more to me than u know 🥺 <333

#u want her to go with him to his hometown? imagine if she did someday... #fic: colour me in #notes for rid 🌹 #lili <3

[mountttmase]

HI LOVE

IM IN FEEDBACKS MOOD, SO ILL START REREADING AMTC AND SEND YOU FEEDBACKS DAILY, DONT HATE ME😌🩷

PS. Since you reminded me the 🌺 thing it's back😌

So let's start with chapter 1

‘It was nice meeting you’ you cut him off, pulling on your jacket and slipping your shoes on as you walked to the door of the hotel room. He sat up in the bed, the covers slipping dangerously low on his waist and you took one last appreciative glance over his body before grabbing the handle. SHE WAS SOOO DIFFERENT

He was good looking, you couldn’t deny it. A mop of messy brown hair on his head poking out of an orange beanie and a scattering of stubble adorned his face. But it was his big eyes that made your tummy flutter in a way you don’t think it ever had before, and when he finally smiled at you, you almost lost your breath. AND YOU'RE GOING TO SEE THAT PRETTY FACE EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE IN A FEW MONTHS 😌🤭

‘No no no, fuuuuck don’t do this’ he ranted, pushing all the buttons on the panel as if that was going to magically make it work again. MY WORST NIGHTMARE, EVEN IF I WAS THERE WITH MASON

‘Are you alright?’ He asked gently and your eyes snapped up to look at him. THE FACT THAT HE CARED ABOUT HER EVEN IF HE DIDN'T KNOW HER

‘No, I’ve climbed up the lift shaft and escaped. Of course we’re still here’ Mason told him and you couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. SILLY BOY

‘Thanks’ Mason huffed before looking down at you on the floor with a small smile. ‘You alright down there?’ He asked, sitting himself down opposite you. The lift was only small, both your legs almost touching the wall opposite. He sat close to you, his leg almost touching yours and you could feel the heat radiating off him which made you shiver. You tried to play it cool though, knowing his eyes were on you as you shrugged at him. THAT PART DOESN'T FAIL IN MAKING ME KICK MY FEET EVEN AFTER MONTHS

‘It’s Friday night. Why are are you thinking about work?’ YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON, AND YOU ARE GOING TO TEASE HIM ABOUT THAT

‘Because I feel like talking about my sex life is a little bit different to talking about work’ you told him and you saw his face flush immediately. AHHAHAHA OPS

You kept your eyes shut but you felt Mason move towards you, resting his hand on top of yours as if to provide you with some comfort and you opened your eyes, instantly to look into his. I'M JUST DEAD, NOTHING ELSE

‘Wait, where are you going?’ Mason asked as you turned to him, and you kept your expression blank as he look at you confused. CALM BABY, YOU’LL SEE YOUR WOMAN SOON ENOUGH

MY BIG LOVES

I ADORE THEM, AND SEEING HOW MUCH THEY, HER ESPECIALLY, HAVE GROWN-UP IS BREATHTAKING

YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE MUM AND DAD

SO JUST THANK YOU FOR GIVING US THESE TWO

LOVE YOU AND YOUR AMAZING WRITING SOOOOO MUCH🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺

PS. I THINK I WAS STILL ON ANON WHEN I SENT THE FIRST FEEDBACK ABOUT THAT CHAPTER, IS LOVELY DOING IT WITHOUT TURNING THE ANON OPTION ON (I'VE GROWN-UP WITH THEM😌😂)

THIS ISNTHE SWEETEST THING EVER LOKE THE SMILE ON MY FACE I SWEAR

You really have grown up with them and I love it 😭

It’s so wild to see how different they were and how much he’s softens her up a bit and how open she is now 🥺

I CANT WAIT THIS IS SO EXCITING 🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺

[a-libra-writes]

Hello! ✌️I wanted to let you know that everyday before going to bed I check to see how my fellow Libra is doing, and that you made me fall in love with Stannis (another one falls victim to his awkward mannerisms and hot sense of justice 😔👊) and Ned (... actually they're pretty similar on these fronts, maybe you made me discover a new favourite type??), but also Tywin (the complexity of this terrible cold man, istg) and Roose ( *chuckles* I'm in danger) You're officially the kind of writer that make me wants to read everything of theirs, even if I'm not in the fandom, so: thank you for your service!

I've never asked any request in my life, but your soulmates au live rent free in my mind and so, if you feel like it, I'd like you to expand on an idea...? I don't have much, but this: soulmate au with Tywin, post Joanna (set in whichever time period you think best, so if just few years after her death, or with Tyrion already grown up) and he discovers that this lady from a minor house (that isn't exactly in good relations with the Lannisters) is his soulmate. And I mean, he knew that Joanna wasn't, but honestly he could never expect to have a similar connection with somebody else but her, so he always ignored that, hoping neither of them would ever meet their "true" half. I expect he would almost resent this, especially if he found in her something that made him admit she is a good match, but would he give up such a thing, anyway? Depending on the soulmate au you choose it might even not be his choice: if everyone see their connection and there is a certain expectation, nevermind if now she's a possible weakness to get to him through the bond they share.

As I've said it's just an idea. Obv ignore if it doesn't tell you anything/there's something you don't like/you don't want to! Thank you for your attention, and once again I must tell you how lovely is your writing, how adorable are your fluffy pets and how dear you are! Coming to this blog feels everytime like coming home ☺️

Sorry if I did any mistakes, English is clearly not my first language and since now that I found my courage it's likely I'll write to you again (if you don't mind ofc), so to distinguish me I can be your Milkyway anon🥛🛤️ (I'm sorry I had to! 😔😌) I actually have no preference: call me as you wish, I'll know which name to take lmao

Have a good day/night!!

first thank you for all the kind words!!! Im always pleased when I drag others into my Stannis hell >:)

So this is a very interesting concept! I did a lot of chewing on it and I have Some Thoughts

So starting from the top, Joanna and Tywin knew they weren't soulmates. They didn't care; they were close from a young age (childhood friends, imo) and they knew their duties and place. Stories and poems of soulmates uniting and having a Happily Ever After were just as common as tragedies where soulmates determined to be together started wars and destroyed entire Houses. The history of Westeros is already bloody and fraught with war. So, like many Highborn lords and ladies, they were expected to ignore it. And anyway, the ability to actually meet your soulmate is difficult in a society where there's no internet, instant messaging, etc.

(Now obviously all this depends on what sort of soulmate AU you're imagining, bc there's so many and they're generally not AUs I'm invested in anyway, but I digress)

Besides, Joanna and Tywin were very in love. For Tywin, cynical as he was, he believed all the talk and absurdity about soulmates obviously wasn't true. Or at least, people placed too much importance on it. For Joanna, she was content. She was in love and happily married and loved her two children. Who was she to go looking for some stranger, whom she didn't even know the identity or age or status of? The two of them were so in sync, they probably didn't even talk about it. They just silently had the same thought - who cares?

Again, depending on what soulmate AU you believe in - like, some say you know when the soulmate dies - the fact nothing happened when Joanna died felt cruel. Tywin still had a mark, or perhaps thoughts, or couldn't see color - again again, theres so many - and somehow... it's like the gods were telling him that she didn't matter. There's no grand change, because she wasn't "The One." He already dismissed the gods before. After Joanna's death and Tyrion's birth, he truly resented them.

Tywin is so used to purposefully ignoring the soulmate business, pushing it aside, that it becomes second nature. Many believed Joanna was his soulmate, though neither of them confirmed or denied that rumor. Perhaps even his children believed it. He never speaks of it, anyway. And if this is an AU where there's a specific mark, naturally he would hide it. It would become like an ugly scar, an imperfection he doesn't look at and ignores.

(More interestingly - if this is a lady who appeared to him when he was much older and she was younger, a soulmate mark/"tell" might appear in the middle of his marriage to Joanna. There was something annoying about his soulmate being some child and later some woman who would be half his age. Joanna actually found it amusing).

Moving on. A situation where he comes into contact with a Lady and she's "the one" - the one all those damned poems and songs are written about - it might actually silence him. Perhaps she doesn't even speak to him. He just knows when she walks into the room. And perhaps, there's that realization that she might have known before him.

(Imagine, depending on your favored soulmate AU, some poor woman finding out Tywin fucking Lannister is destined to her. What's worse; that it's while he's married? Or after Robert's Rebellion? If she's of a minor house, or a Great one? Hiding it from siblings or parents who hate him? What if she's married at the time?! Wild.)

She might actually believe there's a mistake. She's going insane. It must be someone else. Can these things be wrong? A lot will depend on her personal feelings about the soulmate business. Does she pursue him anyway, to see what happens? Does she stay the hell away, thinking it's "too late" for them?

Tywin would go from uncharacteristic shock, to quickly recovering, to full-blown denial. Obviously he was mistaken. Depending on your AU, this may be more difficult to ignore. But by god, he'll try. He's too prideful to even consider approaching her, unless there's a reason. And then he'll speak to her like any other person, determined to not express anything, to act as he always does. Even when they both know the truth.

It would be a long, painfully circular song-and-dance that would only progress under specific circumstances, like an arranged marriage. And even then. He's so damn prideful, not wanting to admit to himself when he begins appreciating or desiring aspects about her. He's so prideful! It's infuriating. And he hates being distracted from work and politics for things like feelings, even if he and Joanna were constantly involved in politics as a team.

It's a Whole-Ass Thing. As yall should expect from this awful man. And lord, if word got out to his family or any of Westeros about it ... madness.

#this is REALLY interesting and dependent on a lot of stuff so sorry if i meandered or wasnt specific lol #soulmate AUs arent rlly my jam but i like to think about consequences it would have on the world or characters #because yall know me :P #🥛🛤️ anon #can i just say that is an incredibly cute anon tag.... #tywin lannister x reader #libra headcanons

[escapenightmare]

ASH!! CONGRATS ON REACHING PAST 1.5K ahhh!!!! 💕🥰 for ur event, i shall request “sometimes, it’s like i can see the stars in your eyes” w/ the lovelyy deku ♡!!! i'm excited hehe 😌🙈

SPARKLING EYES — i. midoriya

prompts. . . #06. being out and tripping over something, trying and failing to brush it off & #14. “sometimes, it's like i can see the stars in your eyes.” note. ty for requesting!! <3 not proof-read 🧍🏽‍♀️

izuku was ecstatic; you could see, even feel his excitement from miles away as he ran through the streets with his bright smile, sparkling eyes and overjoyed feelings. after a whole week of stressful training at UA, he was on his way to a date.

“look out!”

a man yelled, and izuku came to a screeching halt, stopping himself from knocking onto some people carrying boxes, dangerously close to the main road. he steadies himself, mentally snapping at himself for not noticing it and to get it together— he didn't want to die on his way to a date.

a few streets down, you stood outside the library you had told izuku to meet you at, scrolling through your phone while you kept an eye out for izuku's approaching figure.

as you see him running towards you from down the street, you lock your phone and slip it into your pocket. you see izuku make eye contact with you, and him fully registering you're there, trying to slow down his steps.

before you (— or him, for that fact) realize what was happening izuku trips over air and does a weird stumble, managing to stop himself from falling flat on his face on to the cold pavement, and casually continuing to walk over.

his face flushed red as the people nearby gave him concerned and humorous stares.

you meet him halfway and chuckle, “are you ok, 'zuku?”

he nods, “i'm okay!”

he brushes his pinky finger against yours— his way of asking if he could hold your hand, you slip your hand into his.

“you know bub,” you start, making him gaze at you while you walk, “sometimes, it's like i can see the stars in your eyes.”

izuku blushes, letting out a startled noise, and practically deflating in embarrassment when you add, “but today i can see the stars and the pain.

but it's alright, because i like you nevertheless.”

he squeezes your hand, not knowing what to say; even though you didn't say anything being speechless over.

“seriously though, you are okay, right 'zuku?”

EVENT | EVENT MASTERLIST.

#— ash hits 1.5k! #mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #deku x you #midoriya x you #midoriya x y/n #izuku fluff #mha drabble #bnha drabble #bnha fluff #izuku drabble #izuku imagine #midoriya izuku x reader #mha fluff #mha x you #bnha x you #deku x y/n #deku fluff #bnha imagines #mha imagines #— branded by ash.

[cherryjuicegf]

CHRYSAAA!!! If you're still taking those rare word prompts, then how about "gigil" for geraskier? Just if you feel like it! We love a little harmless cuteness aggression 😌💖

(Love, Hannah <3)

ahhh thanks for the prompt my dear!! this is truly harmless even i can't make it angsty you made a good choice 😌 also i want an award for this word count. hope you enjoy!! 💜

wc: 666

gigil   –   the urge to pinch of squeeze something that is so unbearably cute

"Melitele help me, I'm being attacked by a snowner!"

Jaskier yelps as a snowball hits him on the back of his head and quite gracefully slips inside his coat and the girl behind him giggles loudly. At this point, he's drenched to the bone. Geralt hides his face inside his hand, regretting his hearing ability if it is for witnessing terrible puns.

The square is beautiful. Covered by a thick white veil, so warm in its coldness, like a blanket used to wrap around a loved one. The snow is falling slowly. Swirling around like petals, or like nymphs that escaped the woods to dance among people and rest on their hair for warmth. And people welcome them, laughing and running around, snowballs flying across the square in a dangerous speed and Geralt ducks once more, already feeling his clothes sticking on him, freezing. He thinks, a burning fire would be ideal after this.

"Geralt." He turns around to see Jaskier running up to him, a wide grin spread on his lips, arms wrapped around himself. "You good?"

Geralt raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. "Bold question from someone who's shivering."

"I'm not–" Jaskier's voice quivers in his throat and he huffs a small laugh, tilts his head. The warmth in his stare is enough for Geralt to melt in it. "Maybe I am a bit. What do you say," he tilts his head, a playful look in his eyes, "let's head back?"

With a deep sigh, as though letting cold air run through him, reassure himself it's not a dream, Geralt looks around, one last look at the violent magic of winter, and nods. "I think it's time."

Jaskier smiles and starts walking up the cobbled street to the academy, leaving deep footsteps on the snow. And as though he's unable to avert his look, he continues staring at Geralt. His smile becomes wider.

Really, Geralt can't blame him. He's staring back anyway.

He's beautiful like that, he thinks. Thick snowflakes are tangled in his hair, a caress, and it's like the stars descended from the sky to rest on his shoulders to bask in the light of a brighter sun. A deep, adorable blush paints his cheeks and nose pink and as Geralt's eyes dart on his lips, they're red from the cold.

Jaskier squints at him. "What?"

A pause. Geralt gazes at him with a smile, shakes his head. "Nothing." As though instinctively, his steps slow down, come to a stop. Jaskier stands beside him.

It suits him, the cold. Geralt's hands trail gently upon his cheeks, hold him like he's the rarest flower, and Jaskier leans into the warmth of the touch. Then, as though hesitantly, he feels Geralt's fingers moving slightly. And a squeeze.

"Geralt." Another squeeze. He bites his lips in an attempt to hold back laughter, looks up at him in. "Are you squishing my cheeks?"

Geralt tilts his head, smile wider. "Maybe."

Giggling. Their breaths form clouds on the air, mingle with each other. "How's that working out for you?"

"I'd never stop if I could," Geralt mutters so as not to confess that he wants to squeeze him to death. Instead. Jaskier's hand rests upon his, cold under his gloves and yet, it's enough to make his heart flutter. Something gentler then, he decides. "I love you."

Jaskier huffs, his blush seeming to redden even more. A snowflake floats between them, twirls, and softly rests on his lower lip. Geralt feels his knees giving in.

Slowly, like a ritual, his thumb brushes over his lips and they're cold, just like he thought they'd be. Jaskier shivers.

He leans, and presses their lips together. Lingering, and warm, and one of them chuckles but they're too lost to understand who it is.

It's warm and the fire of a hearth couldn't ever compete the heat of the sun glowing between them.

It's warm, and Geralt knows he could hold Jaskier's face inside his hands forever.

#it's fluff. what's with the word count. what's gonna be with angst. #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #chrysa writes #prompt fill #rare words prompts #fic recs #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #hannah tag #idiots in love #also please excuse my horrible pun

[allmightsprettyhousewife]

here to fulfill a seduce me request😌

could i get yandere eric who won’t let his chubby fem darling leave the manor because “the outside world is too dangerous for someone as perfect you” and one day he catches her trying to escape and punishes her accordingly (nsfw if you’re comfortable)

(im leaving this pretty open so please do what you want with it !!)

“Stuck with You” - Erik Anderson(Uzaeris) x Reader (Part 1)

Author’s note: @chubbunnyy Okay so, I wasn't able to to get to the smut part, I'm so busy with Christmas coming up. But I PROMISE as soon as I have more time I'll be able to write a part two!! Trigger warning: Typical yandere-ness, drugging (?), kidnapping, Reader Specifications: she/her pronouns, has a vagina, chubby Word Count: 2181 Song Recommendation: Erik Anderson | Uzaeris

Erik listened as he walked through the dining room, yawning.

“Yeah! That sounds good!” You said into the phone, stirring sugar into your hot cup of coffee.

He stopped, watching as you put the lid back on the sugar and pushed it to the back of the counter. He watched you sip on your coffee.

It was completely mundane, but everything you did was pure magic.

He shook it off and walked up behind you. You jumped as his arms slid around your waist, pulling you in tight against his chest. Noami’s muffled voice asked if you were okay.

“Erik! Don’t just sneak up on me! Yeah, I’m okay Naomi, Erik just snuck up on me.” You told your friend.

He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, fingers daring to sneak under the waistband of your jeans. You smacked at his hands, glaring. He took it as more of a challenge, fingers teasing the waistband of your panties.

“Erik! Stop it.” You hissed under your breath, trying to hide the smile on your lips.

“Why should I when you’re so clearly enjoying this?” He whispered in your ear. He grabbed the phone with his hand, putting it close to his ear. “I will have Y/N call you back! She’s a bit.. Busy at the moment!”

“Oh.. Okay! We’ll be over in about thirty-” Naomi tried to say before Erik hung up on her.

“That was rude!”

“They’ll get you the whole day, I want you for a few minutes.” He hushed you with his lips on yours.

Through your laughs and his grabby hands, you managed to pull his lips away from yours.

"As much as I would love to, I can't this morning! Suzu and Noami are coming over to pick me up!" You leaned up one more time and gently pecked his lips, before pushing yourself off of the counter.

Anger and jealously gripped at his heart but he played it off with a playful smile. Erik reached over to grab your hand, pulling you close to his chest locking you there.

"Erik-"

"Wouldn't it be better if you stayed home with me today?" He whispered, his hands gripping a bit too hard on your plush hips. "Just you and I, princess, how does that sound?"

A familiar warmness filled your belly, and you didn't even have a second to argue with it until he had you wrapped around his finger. You melted into his chest, nodding dumbly.

"Uh-huh.."

The demon smiled down at you, patting your cheek. "Good girl."

You nodded off into his arms, gripping onto his shirt while you fell into the comforting warmth.

___

Fuck. Everything hurt.

"Erik..?" You called out, slowly sitting up. "When did it get so dark?"

Your boyfriend burst into the bedroom, a happy little hum on his tongue. You stretched yourself up fully, cautiously watching as he sat a tray between the both of you.

"Good evening to you too, sleeping beauty." He chuckled softly, reaching over to brush some messy hair out of your eyes. "How did you sleep?"

You pushed his hand away, staring coldly.

"You used your powers on me, you promised-"

He cut you off.

"I assure you it was for your own good."

You stared at him, mouth wide open.

""My own good"?" You couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "The one thing I wanted from you when we started dating is that you wouldn't use your powers on me unless absolutely necessary! What is wrong with you-"

"It was necessary!" He urged, shaking his head. "The world out there is too dangerous for someone as perfect as you."

"I can protect myself!" You moved the breakfast tray off of your legs and swung them over the bed.

"No! What if someone hurts you? What if I'm not there to protect you?" His tone grew angrier as he gripped the blue bedspread. "For as long as I'm alive, You won't take one step out of this mansion. So I can protect you."

"Over my dead body!" You tried to push him away from you.

He grabbed your chin roughly, pulling your face close to his.

His breath was hot on your face, "if that's what it'll take." He whispered cooly.

He held you down with one hand and signed your fate with the other.

___

This was your chance.

You wouldn’t have any other chances if this didn’t work.

You took careful steps across the room, cringing at any creak in the old floorboards.

‘Damn old houses.’ You cursed in your head, stopping.

“Erik?” You whispered.

He didn’t move.

“Erik.” You said.

He was perfectly asleep.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you pulled the unlocked phone from his loosened grasp. With shaky hands, you closed out of the emails and locked for his contacts.

Who would you call? He could easily enchant the police and tell them there was nothing wrong. He made Suzu and Naomi hate you. Your parents forgot about you. He had torn your entire life away.

“James.” You muttered.

There was no one else. He was the only one.

You dialed his number, having to reenter it due to your shaky hands. You left the room on your tiptoes, sneaking off the bathroom.

“Pick up.. Pick up!” You said, hands reaching up to pull at your hair.

“Y/N? Love, have you seen my phone?” Erik called from the bedroom. “You haven’t stolen it have you?”

You covered your mouth, scrambling to hide in the bathtub.

“I’m sorry I’m not available right now! Please send me a message or call me later.” The recorded voice of James said.

Angry tears flooded your eyes, cursing him out. You tried calling him again.

“Not going to come out? Well, I always did enjoy a game of cat and mouse.” Erik sounded closer.

Your heart picked up its pace, your pores sweating bullets.

You heart a door crash into a wall from down the hall. Your heart dropped.

“Hmm… Not in here.”

“Erik? Is everything alright? It’s late.” James’ groggy voice finally answered.

You cried in relief.

“Hi, James. It-It’s not Erik, it’s Y/N. I need help.” You whispered into the phone.

You cringed as Erik burst into a room three doors down.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Was that a crash?” James said, the sounds of blankets ruffling followed.

The door of the bathroom slammed open. You covered your mouth, holding back the scream that burned in your throat.

There was no running. I was just you, and him.

You didn’t even know why you were trying, you were really and truly trapped. You couldn’t even hear James as Erik’s loafers tapped across the bathroom floor.

They stopped right in front of the curtain. You pressed yourself deeper into the wall, closing your eyes.

“Y/N! Y/N, answer me, is everything alright?”

The curtain was whipped open, Erik towering over you with the angriest look you had ever seen on him. He tore the phone out of your hand with little protest from you and put it to his ear.

“Ah, James! Don’t fear, everything is just fine!” He smiled through his words. “There was a burglar in the house, but he was.. Taken care of.”

He shoved more reassurances down his throat before hanging up. His façade was lifted and then it was just the two of you in the scarily dark bathroom.

There was a moment of silence before he was on you, his right hand pulling you out of the bathroom by your forearm. He dropped you on the ground in front of him, his eyes boring into yours. You started to sob incoherent apologies, starting to sit up.

He grabbed a handful of your hair and made you look him in the eyes.

“Why?” The question was so simple it almost threw you off guard.

“I’m-I’m sorry, Erik! Please, please, I’m sor-” You gripped at his wrist, fat salty tears rolling down your cheeks.

SMACK!

His hand smacked your right cheek leaving a hot red hand-shaped print on your cheek.

“That’s not an answer.”

You held your cheek, speechless.

But all of the anger from the past weeks came flooding back. There was no room for any of the fear of the demon after it had started. The dam finally broke.

“Why? You want to know why Erik?” You spat, hands clenching tightly at your side. “I loved you! You and I were soulmates, but then YOU went nuts. You kept me locked up in my own home for WEEKS.”

You didn’t even watch to see if he was listening, you just laid everything out between you.

“You made my parents FORGET me, my friends hate me, and I’m STUCK IN THIS HOUSE. AND IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU.” You screamed, body shaking in anger.

“I HATE YOU.”

He chuckled, rubbing his cheek.

“Oh? You hate me?” He bent down to your level. “We’ll see how much you hate me when you’re begging for my cock.”

Your blood turned cold, a feeling of unease settled in your stomach. Ever since the day he locked you up, he hasn't pushed for anything. Was this it? Did you finally push him too far?

"Get up. The night is young, and I have so much I wish to do." He offered you a hand.

You took it and pulled yourself up to stand. He leads you out by your hand, humming an unrecognizable song under his breath. He pulls you into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You hear the lock click behind him.

"All I want is for you is to be my good girl, why is that so hard?" He asks from behind you. You straighten up your back, opening your mouth to answer.

He raises a hand, stopping you from speaking. "Don't bother, we'll get that attitude straightened up."

Your face sours, your fingernails cutting deep into your hands.

"Strip for me." He whispers from behind you.

"I-What?" You turn to look at him, eyes wide.

His hand reaches up and pulls at the ribbon around your neck, letting it slip to the floor. "Now I know you're not stupid, well, maybe a little. But I think you're smart enough to understand what I'm asking." Your hands shot up to grab at the fingers pulling apart your vests buttons.

"No! No I won't, I don't want to have sex with you." You protested. He tugged it off and put it up close to your face only to drop it don't he ground in front of you.

"I'll do what I have to do, Y/N, let's just do it the easy way."

'The easy way. Hah! He just means his way.' You thought.

Fresh tears lined the edges of your eyes, "fine." You choked out.

He sat on the bed, gently palming himself through his slacks. You took in a shaky breath letting your hands pull apart at the buttons of your shirt.

One by one they were unbuttoned. Erik was entranced as the soft, doughy flesh of your belly was shown to him. Your face heated up watching his eyes slide up and down your body.

"You are.." His breath was caught in his throat looking at you with pure adoration and worship. "A picture of beauty. A true Aphrodite reborn."

Just a few weeks ago him saying that would have made you melt. But now? It left a bad taste in your mouth and a longing for what you had before.

Your hand moved down to your pants, hesitating at the button. You undid it and hooked your thumb into the waistband of your pants. You pulled them down and kicked them off to the side.

"There." You covered yourself with your arms, staring down the chair in the corner of the room.

"All of it. It'll only get in our way, princess." Erik teased, working on his own shirt.

You made a noise of unhappiness but reached around to undo the clasp of your bra. You tugged it off, your nipples erecting in the cool air. You shivered and reached to tug down your panties.

You stood there naked, presented as a gift for the demon.

"Isn't that better? Clothing can be so restrictive."

"I like my clothes actually," you say, crossing your arms to hide your exposed chest.

"Mm.. Such a shame, your body is a work of art and you deserve to show it off." He places his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"I want to worship you, I want to be at your every beck and call. But I'll punish you," he tugged you down onto his lap, pressing your ass against his hard-on, "until you learn to listen."

“You are a goddess. I want to worship you, I want to be at your every beck and call.” Erik whispers against your skin, “But I’ll punish you until you learn to behave.”

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Hola Dani 👋🏼 ¿cómo estás? ¿Que planes tienes para el fin de semana? Say hi to your mom from me!! 😌

My clases are going great, I only have female students and they are nice, way more confident that I have ever been but is fun!

I would absolutely love to watch a show or movie with you but you should know that I have been described as a "live meme generator" whatever that is 🤣🤣

The One with the Exile

“The whole of Scholomance does,” Amira chuckled. “It’s a miracle Anjali doesn’t yet.”

Maybe she does but like the magnanimous queen that she is she's going to wait for Rafe!!

Would he get demon ichor in his system again? How was that happening anyway?

I'm going to stick with my poisson theory until proven wrong 😌

“Every time I bring up Gabriel, he pretends to get a phone call and walks away,” Selena rolled her eyes. "Nobody calls him!"

Oh Jace sweetie NO! 😔

“But I’m glamoured!” Selena said in surprise.

I don't like this!!! 😖😖😖

Especially after shit when down with Marcus.

Fuck Marcus, I hope he gets a tight hug from fire while conveniently covered in gasoline... Burn bitch buuuuurn!!!!!!!!!

“Camila. This is the shadow world. There is always serious shit going on,” Gigi chuckled. “You have to find the time to do your own shit or it will never get done otherwise.”

So true!! These people don't even know what peace feels like!!

“He literally pointed a gun at Anjali!” Gigi said incredulously.

Exactly!!!!! Only an evil psychopath would do that!!!!

But she didn’t feel that way. Not after what Marcus did.

Everybody look at my smart child and take notes

Mama had told Gigi that there was nothing and no one more dangerous than a man who refused to admit he was wrong.

Del tal palo, tal astilla 😌

“Um,” Camila said, grinning madly. “Your good luck charm is standing behind you.”

“Oh,” Camila said as she stared at the tiny gadget over Gigi’s shoulder. “Oh shit.”

Oh shit is correct! Oh shit very much!!!

It could get him kicked out of the institute.

Or it could keep you safe, TALK!!!!!

The shiver on his skin died almost immediately.

They were gone.

He felt it. He knew it. 

David sighed. He stared at himself in the mirror. The one in front of his bed.

Cover that shit... you're not supposed to have mirrors in front of your bed, that's how the evil spirits get to you, my abuela told me this and she is always right!!!

Granted she also thinks that if you step on salt you will have bad luck and never get married sooo...

Magnus’ face was unreadable. “I’m sure it was just shadow market gossip.”

I need to know EVERYTHING about this prince like yesterday!!!!

Magnus laughed. “That’s a great theory. Except demons don’t poop.”

Also Chopin is a cutie pie and wouldn't do that to you!

“Don’t repeat what you heard from the faeries in the shadow market,” Magnus said.

But whyyyy??????????? 😫😫

Magnus’ cat eyes hardened as he looked at the tea again. “It wasn’t a ghost or a demon. Someone has been intentionally poisoning you.”

I KNEW IT!!!!!!!!!!!

“It seems Marcus has told us many misleading things,” Anjali said quietly.

I told you so!!!! Wait why am I getting so many things right so soon...!! Oh no... 😭 things are gonna get really bad, I can feel it!!

“Amor,” Rafael whispered. “You need to take a break.”

I agree!!! I'm worried about Anjali 😭

He should probably propose first.

Yeah, you should!! Also how do I get invited to an Indian wedding?? There are not a lot Indians in Venezuela 🥲

“Take selfies?” Rafael shrugged. “That’s what Max does.”

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Marcus strode into the living room, seemingly not in the mood for small talk. “I assume you’ve invited me here to reconsider your decision about my proposal.”

Listen here you little shit!!!! 😡😡😡😡

He knew their history. He knew their world. He knew the law.

He just didn’t care.

What had happened was not a mistake.

I told you he is an evil bitch but you never listen to me!!!!!!! Kill him NOW!!!!!!

Marcus gives me republican vibes, if he were in TLND he would be one of those evil senators that work for the NRA 🤬🤬🤬

“No,” Marcus whispered, pointing the gun. “You can’t take the shadow world from me.”

“Should we have removed his sight?” Rafael sighed. “Why give him another chance? We should have just-”

Yes!! Yes you should have!!! Sometimes you need to be those people!!! Not only demons are evil you should know this by now!!!!!

He felt the weight of the ring all over his chest.

He looked at her.

He smiled.

O mai gaaaaa!!! It's happening!!!!

Nooooo!! What is that?!?!?!?!

“It’s Nicolas Thorn,” Anjali said. “He is coming to Idris.”

Finally!!!! 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Next week, a hot new warlock enters the villa!!! I can't wait... next Tuesday is my birthday so I'm gonna claim chapter 9 as my birthday present, you have been warned homies!!!

Thank youuuu Dani!!!! I swear this story feels like a suspense movie!!! I LOVE IT!!!!! 💚💚💚💚

Hi, Alex 💚

I had an incredibly stressful day and your ask was one of the few things that put a smile on my face today.

Thank you so much. SO MUCH.

AND I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY OMG. WE'RE GONNA HAVE FUN!

Love you 🥺

#lbaf