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peachesofteal · 5 months

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Dead Disco / Chapter 10

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Ghost/Soap/female reader 3.1k words - AO3 Warnings-tags: 18+ no smut but this fic contains mature themes. Relationship issues, anxiety, self loathing, crying. Angst. Brief mention of asshole ex. Eating related issues. Mention of prescription medication, mental illness and depressive/manic episodes. Pre established throuple. Darling is her/your own tag/warning. Excessive internal monologue. You held onto the hot pan too long, and now you’ve been burnt.

"Look at me."

"I can't." You keep your eyes clenched tight, so tight it hurts, lungs burning inside your chest.

"Yes you can, darling. Just open your eyes." Simon's voice is soft, an entreating melody, grit and gravel smoothed out with the gentleness of his words. You get lost in it, the soft murmuring, the easy request, and when you open your eyes, he's still right in front of you, thick palm on the back of your neck, Johnny by his side. "Good girl."

"I'm sorry." You whisper, and Johnny's brows crease, his fingers brushing along your cheek.

"Ye dinnae have anything to be sorry for, darling. Ye never do."

"I didn't-" you gasp for a breath, and Johnny shifts, moving so that you're in front of him, sat between his legs, back against his chest. His hand holds yours, nestling above your breastbone.

"Breathe with me. Ye can do it."

"I didn't- I wanted to be better. Be different. I didn't want you to see." You try to explain, try to make sense of it for them. Simon's fingers intertwine with Johnny's, his other hand still firm on the back of your neck, your body cradled between them, in the space that once never existed, a space that now feels like it's been carved out just for you. Johnny pushes closer, holding you tight, and Simon leans forward, forehead touching yours, voice barely a murmur.

"We've always seen you, darling."

The floor is a fairly comfortable spot to lay.

It’s comfortable enough, you suppose, as you lay on your back with your eyes fixed on a spot along the ten-foot-high ceiling. Maybe you could paint the ceiling. With clouds. Or a night sky. That might be cool.

Voices vibrate through the flat, locked door the only thing separating you from them, Johnny’s tone pitching with increasing anxiety, Simon’s cadence soothing, and calm.

He’s calling your name. Calling you darling. Calling you anything to try to get you to come to the door.

You’re overreacting.

You’re a fool.

You close your eyes. A night sky might be cool. You could do a lot with the stars, or maybe even the milky way. Get some greens and greys and cobalt in there. Make it look like a long exposure photo. And the moon, you could certainly paint the moon. You’d have to find a ladder tall enough though. And you’d probably need help. You haven’t painted from a ladder in years, not since you did that one mural for-

“Darling.” It’s Simon. Again. And again, and again, again. Darling, darling, darling. “It’s getting late. Will you open the door?" You keep your eyes closed, but for a minute, your mind fractures, splitting in two, confusing emotions and thoughts bubbling up to the surface.

Don’t think about it. Don’t.

“No.” You croak out in a whisper. It’s quiet, but he hears it. You know he does.

“Please. I need to know you’re alright, at least.”

You held onto the hot pan too long, and now you’ve been burnt.

It’s late. The streets are probably mostly empty. You could run down them, if you wanted. You could take a train anywhere. You could take a plane, even, go on a vacation. Go somewhere nice. Go somewhere tropical, maybe get a cute rental, spend some time in the sun or by the oc-

The thoughts are rapid fire. They spill over, trying to patch up the expanding wound in your heart. They grow and twist, convincing you it’s a good idea, the best idea, to just slip away for a little bit. To go somewhere you don't have feel this, where you don't have to know this as well as you do.

Don’t think about it. Pack it up. Put it away.

Johnny’s eyes haven’t left your face. His fingers stroke from the crown of your head and hairline to your temple, your cheek. He’s staring at you like you’re something precious, like you’re a piece of gold, something marvelous he’s never seen before.

“What is it?” You ask, half asleep, drowsy in the bed. You’re still wrapped in a post orgasm haze, cocooned in the soft and sweet of their attention, affection, and Johnny only smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead.

“Ye’re so special to us. Ah love ye. Did ye know that?” You shrug, ducking your face away, pressing it into his shoulder to avoid his eyes.

A wave of longing crashes over you. It swells in your heart until tears prick in your eyes, and you take a deep breath to steady yourself.

It’s so much. So much more than you ever imagined. So much more than you ever thought you could have.

“She doesn’t.” Simon says over your shoulder. His hand sits on your waist, the touch firm. Grounding. Like a tether to their world. Their love. You turn, nose pointing up towards the ceiling, looking at him through your peripheral, your fingers intertwined with Johnny’s, holding onto them both. Seeing them both.

“Tell me again.”

The TV in the living room is on.

You can hear it’s faint murmur, some movie playing on low volume, the guys undoubtedly sitting stiff on the couch, waiting for you to appear.

You stare at the dark, nearly blackened trees that you’ve painted onto canvas, long, broad brushstrokes taking up too much space, bark texturized to appear burnt, nearly dead, forest scourged by a disease or fire, you’re unsure.

“It starts to chafe us.” Us. Us, he said. Us. Him and Johnny. Right?

“It doesn’t seem fair.”

You’re unsure of everything right now. Unsure about how you should feel. Unsure about what’s happening inside your head.

“-sometimes I worry… about it being the right thing…” The more you think about it, the more you start to lose your grasp. Were those his exact words? Did he mean something else?

For the first time in a long time, you think about one of your ex's. You think about a person who made you feel so small, so much like a burden, a horrible, unwanted responsibility, all the time. You'll never have what regular people have, he said. No one will ever be able to put up with this fucking circus. No one will want this.

Was he right?

You should have gotten out. The sentiment replays over and over in between your ears, the awful, miserable doubt and fear and sadness picking away at you until you can feel yourself starting to compartmentalize it all, trying to sort it into neat little bins, trying to keep the weight that is sinking to the bottom of your soul from drowning you, trying to build a wall around your heart.

It’s not conscious. It’s like you’re not even in the driver’s seat anymore, not feeling the full effect of your emotions, not letting it in.

It’s how you felt, when you packed your bags the last time. How you felt when you checked into the hotel, like you were on autopilot. Buried beneath a mountain of feelings but enclosed in a glass cage, segregated from it all.

You should have gotten out.

“I said I was listening.”

“But I don’t want ye to listen. I want ye to talk, darling. I want ye to tell us how ye’re feeling. We can’t do this if ye’re not able to communicate.” Johnny’s voice is steady, but there’s a hint of anger behind it, a small flare just starting to light. It makes you angry, that he’s getting angry, and it churns in your stomach until you’re biting out a retort.

“I communicate just fine!”

“Do ye?” He snaps, exasperated, your head jolting backwards with wide eyes. “Because from where I’m standin’ it feels like ye’re trying to be stubborn on purpose. Like a child.”

“A child? You’re calling ME a child?” The air in their apartment is suddenly paper thin, and you hold your breath as Johnny watches you with that same, unchanged, irritated expression.

“Alright. This is over. We’re taking a break from this conversation.” Simon tells you both, fingers sliding over your shoulder, the touch meant to comfort, reassure, but you jerk away.

You eye your purse, your keys on the counter.

“I’m just gonna go home.”

“No.” He rebukes, and Johnny pales.

“No, darling. Ye just got here, and we missed ye so, so much. I’m sorry, I dinnae mean-” Johnny pleads, crestfallen, and it makes you feel worse. Like you’re failing him. Like you’re failing at this. Like you’re not good enough for it, for them. “Please?” He adds, and you wilt, silence falling over the three of you again, awkward and wrong.

“It’s alright.” Simon says. “If you want to go. I’ll take you home.”

“I can get home on my own.” You try not look at him, finding mundane details in the floor, the sink to stare at instead of their faces, resisting eye contact until Simon steps directly back into your line of sight.

“I’ll take you.” He steps closer, and like there is a magnet pulling you into his orbit, you respond, tilting your face backwards, letting him see everything. The tears. The anger and sadness. The confusion. He’s intentional with his movements, letting you anticipate everything, the movement of his hand, the bend of his body as his lips come down to press against your forehead. “Tomorrow, alright?” He asks and tells with the words, seeking permission, giving command. Tomorrow, you’ll talk. Tomorrow, you’ll get it sorted. Tomorrow, you and Johnny will apologize. And you’ll try again. Like you always do.

You nod, because the promise of tomorrow, the assurance that this hasn’t all come crashing down, is the only way any of you will be able to sleep tonight.

“Tomorrow.”

They both straighten on the couch when the door clicks open.

“Hey.” Johnny says softly, hopefully, and Simon says nothing, just watches you like you’re a wounded animal that might try to flee at any moment. On edge. Vigilant.

Your mind turns, but nothing comes out of your mouth. No response. No acknowledgement. Just empty silence that feels like a thousand pounds, all laying on top of the three of you. Suffocating you. Killing you.

You beeline for the bedroom.

Running away. You’re running away. Are you really going to run away?

The memory of the hotel haunts you, the awful, empty pit in your stomach that could have swallowed you whole, the dark curtains and dark room enveloping you in a never-ending spiral.

All you wanted was to be found. All you wanted was to be home, with them.

All you wanted was your home, the one you built, made, suffered for, with them. The one that you carved out inside your own bones to hold space for two others, not just one. The home that you completely changed your life for, the love that you believed would see you through it all.

The love that was always them first. The love that you barged in on, knocked walls down, forced yourself inside of. The love that they held for one another, before they ever held it for you.

Your head feels like it's underwater.

Did you make a mistake? Should you have sent them away that time? Should you have fought yourself harder?

The bed calls to you. It begs you to lay down in it, to burrow yourself beneath it's soft sheets, curl up on top of it's ridiculous mattress. Get lost in it. Be found in it. Let your boys curl themselves around you in it, let them kiss you softly and make you promises about how much they love you, or how they understand the way you feel.

If you close your eyes, you can almost see the future. Minutes would pass before Johnny crept inside the door, scoping it out. Doing the recon. Looking for you. His heart would soar when he saw you in the bed, his fears allayed, and he'd hold you so tight you'd think you were suffocating.

If you were lucky, Simon would come and turn your brain off. Johnny would pass you to him and he'd bring your deepest insecurities, your worries to light, dragging them out to be exorcised and vanquished, by the only men capable of doing so.

Is that what you want?

Should you have gotten out?

“There she is.” Johnny coos above you, warm palm cradling your cheek. You blink, fog encasing your mind struggling to clear, and you push yourself up onto your elbows.

“What-“

“Happened?” Simon finishes from where he kneels next to the couch, concerned eyes trained on yours, not missing a beat.

You blink. What did happen? Did-

“When was the last time ye ate something, darling?” Johnny asks, not unkindly, palm at your back to relieve the pressure from your elbows, moving you into a sitting position so he can take the spot on the couch behind you, effectively wrapping you up in his arms as Simon settles on the other side.

Shame curdles your stomach, hot embarrassment flaring in your veins. You avoid peering over Simon’s shoulder at the disarray of your kitchen, wincing when you realize he’s sitting on a pile of your dirty clothes.

“I had breakfast.” You whisper, but Simon shakes his head.

“When?”

“Yesterday.” You try to adjust, to sit more upright, but the sudden movement has your head spinning, and your palm covers your eyes, little groan in your throat.

“Easy.” Johnny soothes. Your water bottle is in his hand, and he unscrews the lid for you, lifting it to your lips. “Slow sips, darling. Not too much.”

It’s easier this way, you realize. Easier to do what’s being asked of you, easier to listen than to think. After a few sips, Johnny pulls the bottle away, and wide fingers stroke your cheek.

“This is what you were talking about. A few weeks ago.” Simon murmurs, concentrating all his focus, all his attention, on you, fingers still caressing your skin gently. Lovingly.

“I didn’t mean for it to get so bad this time. I… usually have a better handle on myself.” You try to lie, but Simon cocks his head.

“Do you?” His fingers hold up the scrap of paper, the one with your note to yourself scrawled across it.

‘You HAVE to, or you’ll regret it.’

You bite your lip, but Simon’s thumb presses into it, rolling it out from beneath your teeth, as Johnny rubs your arm, lips soft against your temple.

“I’m going to take you home. To ours.” Simon tells you slowly, each word deliberate “Johnny is going to clean up your apartment and pack you a few things for the rest of the week.” When you don’t answer, brain slow to catch up, Johnny murmurs in your hair.

“You have to agree, darling.” Simon watches, silent for a moment before he answers the unspoken question, still cradling your face with one hand.

“You can trust us.”

“Where are ye going?” Johnny asks when you appear from the bedroom, hesitant steps keeping him far enough from your body, desperation written all over his face.

“Out.” Your answer is short, sufficient. It feels like it’s coming from another person. You still think you might be underwater.

“Out? No… we need to talk and-“

“I don’t want to talk. To either of you.”

“Darling. Stop.” Simon tries to cut you off, but you turn sharply, away from them both, backpack swinging on your back.

“Ye canae run away from this, from us.” Johnny pleads. “We need to talk about it. Communicate. Like we promised.”

“Like we promised?” You hiss, sizzle of anger breaking through the ice that’s frozen in your veins. “The promise that we made to always tell each other how we’re feeling, the one that he can’t honor?” You jerk your thumb towards Simon, who tries to take a step towards you, only for you to retreat. “Don’t corner me!” you snap, and against your attempt at control, your voice breaks, sob welling in your chest.

Don’t think about it.

“It’s alright.” His hands are palms out, cautious. It’s supposed to make him look like he’s not a threat, make him seem harmless. But he’s not harmless. This gaping hole in your heart says so. “We don’t want you to leave.” He implores. “Please. I- let me explain.”

“There’s no need. Everything is pretty clear.”

“No, it’s not.” Johnny argues. “Just, let Simon at least tell-“

“Tell me what? Tell me how it’s not fair? Does it chafe you too, Johnny? You also thinking what’s the right thing? Because it’s an us thing, right? You and him. It’s an us and me. It’s the us that I suffer for.” Your voice crests, and Johnny flinches.

“I made a mistake.” Simon whispers. “Don’t let my stupidity make you question your place in this relationship. We love you, darling. I love you.” Tears burn at the back of your eyes, and you feel the horror of the truth, the confusion about your love for them, their love for you, searing together into a snarled mess.

“If I left you, the both of you, at the end of the day, you’d still have each other. You’d still be together, and I would have nothing!”

“That’s not true. We canae exist without ye.” Johnny sounds broken, hopeless, but you blow by it, dancing around Simon to pull your prescription bottles from the kitchen cabinet by the sink.

“If I died tomorrow-“

“Do not say that.” Simon cuts you off. “Don’t ever say that.” His knuckles are white at the edge of the countertop, expression stricken, and Johnny looks horrified. They both watch you like they’re afraid of what you might say next, what you might do, and nausea pools saliva on the back of your tongue.

Don’t think about it.

You close your eyes, and search for that underwater feeling. That untouchable feeling, the boxes being packed away in your mind, and try to cling to it, try to shut up the incessant stream of doubt and loathing and everything going wrong inside your head.

They don’t need you. They have each other.

You chafe them.

Don’t think about it.

“I need…” You trail off, trying to take a deep breath. Trying to organize your thoughts. Trying to hear yourself through the noise of everything else, through the searing pain that’s ripping through your heart.

“It’s alright, darling.” Simon murmurs, encouraging you. “Tell us what you need. Whatever it is.” Johnny’s face has shifted from despondent to hopeful, eyes wide and locked onto yours, while Simon waits, his normal steadfast and patient demeanor nowhere to be found, instead he’s more anxious, more nervous than you’ve ever seen.

You close your eyes again. Your voice shakes when you finally speak.

“I need a break.”

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void-wolfie · 7 months

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Paper Rings

summary: you take jenna on a surprise date.

pairing: jenna ortega x gn!r

tw: extra fluffy super romance-y

words: 1.1k

a/n: i had an idea and went with it lol, i have requests i'm working on but progress is slow, i'm still around if anyone wants to chat though

"Just a few more steps," you held on to your girlfriend’s hands, watching the little furrow of her eyebrows as she kept her eyes closed.

"I'm starting to wonder if you're just leading me out to the middle of nowhere to kill me,"

You scoffed, glad she couldn't see the embarrassingly big smile spread across your face, "I couldn't kill you, you are way too cute,"

"Alright, just one more-" You took another step only to lose your footing. You fell backward, your back slamming into the ground harshly. Jenna, who was holding your hands to keep steady, tumbled forward with you. She fell on top of you, the impact knocking all the wind from your lungs. You heard a noise akin to a groan or a yelp, but you couldn’t tell if it was you or Jenna through the commotion.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" she quickly pushed herself up, straddling your waist as she checked you over for any injuries.

"Fine," you groaned out, your chest aching from the fall, "surpriseee..."

Her head tilted as she looked at you confused, wondering if maybe you hit your head on the way down.

You pointed behind you and her eyes followed. The white sheet laid out across the sand, the candles lit in the center, the little picnic basket at the edge. The ocean sat just in front of you, not even twenty feet out. It was cliche, but romantic nonetheless.

"You did all this?" you nodded, not lost on how she was still straddling you, her thumbs lightly brushing beneath your shirt and sending electricity through your nerves.

"It's amazing, I love it," she kissed you, making sure to pour all her emotions into the action.

You never knew a kiss could be so soft and sweet, and at the same time take your breath away and leave your head spinning.

"Wow…" it was all you could think to say as Jenna pulled away.

She giggled, loving the dumbstruck smile that overtook your features, "Come on, Romeo,"

She helped you up off the ground, pulling you towards the picnic blanket.

The sun had just set, hues of red and orange faded into pinks and purples as night crept over the beach. You and Jenna were still cuddled on the sheet you had laid out, a spare blanket was wrapped around the two of you. Soft music played in the background as you both watched waves roll in and out.

Jenna moved to snuggle deeper into your lap, wiggling back and forth in your arms before suddenly stopping. A confused expression made its way across her face.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?" You looked at her sitting in your arms, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What's in your pocket?"

You thought about it, your pocket? You didn't have anything in your- oh-

Then you felt it, digging into the side of your hip. How could you forget?

"Oh, that," now she seemed curious, "I got you something, close your eyes for me?"

She spun around in your lap to face you, giving you her full attention and closing her eyes like you asked.

You pulled the little ring box out from your pocket, opening it to make sure it still looked perfect for her. It brought a smile to your face, newfound excitement coursing through your veins like lightning in a bottle. You took a second to compose yourself, trading in that toothy grin for a softer smile instead. You closed the little box and held it out towards Jenna, who still had her eyes closed as patiently as ever.

"Ready?" you asked, doing your best to sit still despite your excitement and nerves.

"Open!" You couldn't wait for an answer, you were too excited.

Jenna opened her eyes, the gaze immediately landing on the box in your hands. Her eyes shot back up to yours, her brown eyes filled with curiosity and excitement lit up by the faint glow of sunset.

"Baby-" she took the small box from your hands not yet opening it but examining it with curiosity.

You started to get nervous, she didn't think you were proposing right? It was still way too early for that...

…right?

"Open it,"

She looked up at you excitedly before gently opening the box in her hands. You watched her jaw drop, staring down at the little ring inside.

You started to get nervous, what if this was a bad idea? what if she didn't like it? was it too much? too little? maybe this whole thing was just a stupid idea-

"Oh my god... It's amazing baby!" her face lit up, and she went from shock to amazement. One of the happiest looks you'd ever seen on her face.

Inside the box was a little silver ring, made to look like the origami rings you made her. You had it custom-made just for her, and by custom you mean you made it for her yourself. Your friend taught you how to cut metal and use a welder just so you could make it for her. It was far from perfect, but you thought that that's what made it special.

You and Jenna had a tradition. Every time you went out, you gave her a paper ring. It started as just a way to keep busy at restaurants, giving you something to fidget with to help hide your nerves, but over time it grew into something more. Now whenever you and Jenna go on a date, you have an origami ring waiting for her. Except now, she could take one with her wherever she goes, and this one would last much longer than the paper ones.

Jenna slid the ring onto her finger, admiring the way it looked on her hand. Her eyes held more adoration than you'd ever seen before. You wanted to kiss her right then and there and never let go. And as if the universe were listening, you got your wish.

Jenna grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. You were caught off guard, but that didn’t matter when all you could focus on was Jenna's lips on yours and the taste of her strawberry chapstick.

She wrapped her arms around you and pulled you in tight. Any tighter and she might as well have been suffocating you, not that you would've minded. You wrapped your arms back around her and buried your face into her neck, the smell of vanilla and oak overwhelming your senses.

You didn't really care what the future held as long as you had Jenna there beside you.

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x gn!reader #jenna ortega x y/n #void-wolfie

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jsluvtzu · 7 months

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distraction

chou tzuyu x fem!reader

summary: getting a little sidetracked never hurt anybody (especially when it's tzuyu)

cw: fluffff, some cursing, slightly suggestive, men dni

wc: 694

a/n: i was smiling so hard writing this

the dimly lit room was filled with faint music coming from tzuyu's phone, and loud, aggressive typing from your laptop. you were behind on a week's worth of work since you were sick last week, and you had been at it for hours with no stopping point in view anytime soon.

"y/n.. you almost donee?" the sleepiness in tzuyu's voice made it obvious how tired she was. not just physically tired, but also tired of having to wait for you to take a break and finally pay attention to her. you were so focused on catching up that you forgot to keep track of time, unintentionally making your girlfriend worry a bit.

you sighed deeply and stretched out your hands in front of you, "almost, tzu. just a couple more slides and i'm done." tzuyu pouted and put her phone down, turning to her side to face you. "you need a break love, it's been 2 hours.. you haven't even eaten dinner yet." you glanced over at tzuyu and saw her obviously concerned expression, those pretty puppy eyes and pursed lips she gave you made your heart melt.

"i know, i know, i just really need to finish up. my boss would be on my ass if i didn't have this in by midnight." you reached your hand out to rub gently against your girlfriend's cheek, studying her features. "okay, just get it done quickly.." tzuyu grumbled and went back to scrolling mindlessly on her phone.

reluctantly, you also got back to typing away at your project, getting lost in your own world. you were so entranced by the soothing sounds of your keyboard that you didn't notice tzuyu shift around the bed to sit up until you felt her wrap her arms around yours, hugging your arm and snuggling her head on your shoulder.

you smiled and kissed the top of her head, not even peeling your eyes away from the screen for a second. tzuyu eventually dozed off on your shoulder, snoring softly and relaxing enough to the point where her head fell forward and she jolted herself back up. you slightly laughed at her clumsiness, picking her head up gently and placing her closer to you this time. tzuyu's head fit perfectly in the crook of your neck, giving her access to inhale your warm scent.

as you began to get stuck on a more confusing part of your project, staring at your screen hoping a solution would magically pop up like an ad, you felt small, soft kisses on your neck that moved up along your jaw, to your chin, and finally to your lips.

you groaned and moved your head to the side to keep your eyes on the screen, "tzuu, stop.. 'm trying- to work-" tzuyu didn't even let you get a word in and instead interrupted you with kisses in between every word. at this point your whole view was blocked by your girlfriend's face, but were you really complaining?

she kept attacking you with little kisses everywhere, peppering them all around your whole face, making loud "mwah" sounds to emphasize each one. you gave up trying to get her off of you, letting her freely show her love for you.

tzuyu got up on her knees and straddled herself over your lap, skillfully moving your laptop off to the side without breaking the kiss. you were basically eating each other's faces at this point, and you tried to slow down the pace, taking control over the moment. tzuyu complied and her kisses were now longer, more intimate. you took your time enjoying how your lips moved together in sync, tasting the usual nightly jasmine tea she drank on her tongue.

after a while, you pulled away with a small giggle, picking up your phone from the nightstand and checking the time. shit. "your project was due by midnight, right?" tzuyu whined at the sudden pause in your little makeout session, wanting nothing more than to just getting back to feeling your lips on hers again as soon as possible. "yeah.." you did a double take, looking at tzuyu and back down at your phone,

- "2:17 AM"

#twice imagines #twice x reader #twice fluff #kpop x reader #tzuyu x reader #tzuyu fluff #twice tzuyu #chou tzuyu

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night-daily · 7 months

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Helloooo 😗 can you write runaway bride reader (like Elizabeth from pirates of the Caribbean) x Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk ?

hii anon, sorry it took me long but here it is, i think it may be a little different you have in mind but still i hope u like it:]

also, i didn't write Buggy and Mihawk 'cause I didn't know how to cover their characters.

characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Shanks (OPLA)

warnings: none

LUFFY

You're catching your breath after running like felt for hours and wearing your wedding dress is not helping, it's so heavy. Your gaze stops on the boat in front of you, it was small but it was your only option and, to be honest, everything was better than marrying someone you don't want.

“Oh, the news travels fast, you're here to be part of my crew?” A cheerful voice startled you, making you step forward almost falling into the water, but then again, he surprised you, stretching his arm further than a normal human grabbing you by your elbow, “what the he—” “devil fruit” he only responds shrugging shoulders, your mouth forms an oh.

“So I must tell you, you do look nice but I don't think you'll be comfortable wearing it on a boat” You make eye contact with him trying to figure out if he's joking but he's not. He looks genuine with that big smile on his face it's not a look you expect on a pirate. “Yeah, it's not comfortable, maybe I can change in our next stop?” The smile never left his face, in fact, it got bigger if that was possible. “YEAH, WELCOME ABOARD!” Then he helped you to get into the boat. “By the way, I'm Monkey D. Luffy and I'm gonna be king of the pirates” Maybe was his smile or the kindness he showed you but you felt that it would be a great adventure as long as he was by your side. “Let's go, captain!”

ZORO

You're running down the street, trying to lose the men that your father sent after you, turning your face to look behind you, you don't notice your dress getting in your way and the man in front of you until you bump into him, he holds you with both arms preventing you from falling to the ground.

“There she is!” One of the men yells, rushing towards you. You don't know if it's the adrenaline but you don't think twice before hiding behind the man with green hair. He looks confused but he doesn't move, instead, he covers you with his body. “Hand her over, this is a matter for the Marine and we'll let you go in peace” “It's a matter for the marine to marry a girl with someone by force?” this time you speak and you stand by his side instead of behind him. You're still scared but you weren't going to let them intimidate you, a smirk crossed Zoro's face at your sudden burst of confidence “You heard her now leave” one of them it's about to start a fight, grabbing his sword “Sir, he's the pirate hunter, I heard he has killed a lot of men with just one sword” he murmured but you could still hear him. That's why he looked so familiar to you, now it makes sense. “We'll let you go, but next time the entire Marine will be after you!” And then they ran away.

“I think we make a great team, Zoro” you're facing him now, and the smirk on his face falls “Don't even think about it” he starts walking away from you “Oh come on, I'll be the sassy and you the muscle” He keeps telling you No but you don't desist and still, he don't stop you from following him.

SANJI

Sanji is carrying a bag of vegetables in one of his hands, he's buying supplies for the Baratie in the town market so it's a little crowded. As he walks, he sees you in a wedding dress, you're out of place and you look lost but still you look pretty to him. He thinks of coming to ask you if you need help but someone passed by him quickly causing the bag in his hand to fall and the vegetables rolled on the ground. He tries to not get angry, after all, it's a crowded place. Sanji lift his eyes for a moment just to see you being cornered by three men of the marine and that's all it takes to lose his temper “Hey, stay away from her!” The people around him are quickly heading in the opposite direction, some of them have been in a fight with the cook and they know better to not get in his way when he's furious.

“First you ruined my vegetables and now you're bothering the lady, you really don't wanna fight me so I advise you to leave” Sanji is walking closer to the men and they don't know him obviously, because one of them tries to punch him in the face, he's quickly defeated by a kick on his stomach. The other two men look at each other, the both of them run to attack him at the same time, Sanji moves his right leg quickly and, if you weren't there, you would swear he never moved. With only one leg, he hit them hard in their heads making them fall on the ground.

He's awesome, you think, you have never seen someone like him before.

“Are you okay, madam?” He was dumbfounded by the beautiful smile on your face. “I'm great now that you're here” He tries to suppress a giggle but fails. “But seriously, thank you for your help, if it wasn't for you, I would be marrying a man who I don't love” He nods, “You must be hungry after all that chasing, so why don't you come with me to the Baratie? I promise I'll cook you something delicious and the dessert will be sweet just as you” Sanji winks at you, making you blush, “lead the way then”

SHANKS

“Stupid dress, they're gonna find me easily” your heart is beating fast, when is this gonna be over?

As you push people aside, mouthing apologies, someone is watching you across the street, you're struggling trying to find a place to hide, it's obvious you're running from someone but who?

Anyway, he doesn't stay to find out and pulls you into an alley, you try to fight back the grip on your wrist “let go of me” you raise your voice, the space between you and the redhead is non-existent, the alley is narrow, “Shhh” he whispers, putting his finger on your lips and before you can argue with him, a man from the marine pass by and your eyes widened, your body is shaking a little bit, Shanks can't ignore it practically he can feel it too from the closeness of your body even if he try it and he just wants to comfort you.

After a few minutes, you think it's safe to leave but you don't want to, you want to stay with him, it was a weird feeling, you didn't know him and almost as if he could read your thoughts, his voice brought you back to the present, “I have a place on my crew if you want to” your eyes make contact, he's sincere and that makes you happy, “I would like that, I promise you won't regret it”

#one piece live action #opla #opla zoro #opla luffy #opla sanji #opla shanks #zoro x female reader #luffy x female reader #sanji x female reader #shanks x female reader

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Mistress || Rick Grimes 18+ ❣Darker❣

First of all: Some parts of that fic are bothering me but I edited it 1000 times and I honestly can't stand to read it another time so I'm sorry 👉🏼👈🏼💗

AND I think I tagged everyone who wanted to be tagged...if I forgot somebody please leave a comment and I'll write it down for my next fic 🥺💗 it wasn't on purpose I just lost track 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Ah and that gif hm? It's doing something with me...

Summary: You're Negans daughter and Rick uses you for his advantage and as his reward.

Trigger: cnc❣, spanking, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, humiliation, age difference (no minors), oral fixation and my usual smutty stuff

You try to resist the iron grip of the guy behind you, but he unblinkingly drags you to the car waiting for him and you plead, "Let go of me, please."

Undeterred, he growls, "I most certainly will not."

This morning you were assigned to a base of your group and when you arrived at the building, it was already overrun by the assholes from out of Alexandria and you were about to leave to report to Negan, when you ran straight into the broad chest of this guy who has now tied your hands behind your back and is pushing you into the passenger seat.

You have no choice but to stare angrily at the guy with the blue eyes, and as he climbs into the driver's seat, you ask, "Where are you taking me?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance at you briefly before muttering, "You'll see."

The guy starts the car and you slide around on the seat to make it more comfortable with your hands tied behind your back.

The more you look at the guy next to you, the more nervous you get. Yes, he could have killed you right there like the others, especially since you didn't even see him coming, but he didn't and you don't know if you might not be better off dead.

You bite your lower lip as you think about how you could get out of the situation, but the blue-eyed guy is much bigger than you and you doubt you would have a serious chance against him.

That's why you sigh softly and ask, "Will you at least tell me your name?"

You get a simple "no" and could hit the roof in frustration.

If only you had just said you wanted to support another base this morning or not gotten up at all.

Instead, you're sitting in a car driven by a complete stranger who is now steering the car to a group of other cars.

Frantically, you try to catch a glimpse of the people in the other cars, but the cars are so staggered that you have no way of making out more than the reflection of the trees around you.

Questioning, you look to your driver because he turns off the engine and keeps his gaze out of the window.

Confused, you lean forward to see better.

All the cars have turned off their engines and you could swear that they are all looking in the same direction.

With a furrowed brow and your body tense with curiosity, you follow Mister Nameless' gaze and then raise your eyebrows in surprise when you see a guy on the hill sneaking up behind one of your colleagues.

You'd love to scream for him to turn around, but that's when it happens.

Your colleague turns around, but by then it's too late and the guy stabs him.

You want to scream and avert your eyes, but you can't do anything but stare as the guy grabs your colleague and friend by the neck and just throws him to the ground.

He lies bleeding on the grass and the guy who did this to him lifts his chin arrogantly and says something you can't hear.

As he turns his back on your bleeding friend, you start tugging at your bonds and hiss, "No, no, no."

The guy had the balls to do this on his own and it's not until he lets go of the walker, who's tied to a post so he can pounce on your colleague, that you realize the shit you're in.

The cars are started and you look at your driver who, like everyone else, is heading towards the guy who is now coming back down the hill.

You can't take your eyes off the man who is moving towards the cars with such confidence, as if he owns the world.

He has a certain charisma that you've seen a lot with Negan, too. Except that with Negan it's often accompanied with a lot of humor and levity, and the guy in the gray shirt doesn't look like humor is his secret weapon.

With him, it looks more like he wants to rip out the throat of anyone who gets in his way with his teeth.

You can't suppress a tremor as he gets close enough to your car and his hard stare lands on you through the windshield.

Your passenger gets out and walks up to the man in gray, "Rick, the base is taken and I found the woman by accident at the very end when I was heading back to the car."

Rick?

Rick.

Of course!

So this is the leader of Alexandria that Negan told you about. You've never seen him with your own eyes because Negan never allowed you to come along when he was with them, but he said that this Rick wasn't sane.

In fact, you saw respect in Negan's eyes when he spoke of Rick, which doesn't make you loosen up now, especially since Rick now asks in a low voice, "Then why is she still breathing?"

Panicked, you try to loosen the restraints one more time.

"Take a good look at her. Don't you notice anything?"

Your driver nods in your direction and when Rick looks back into your face through the glass, you are frozen.

The restraints are forgotten and you can't stop looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

Sure, the guy who drove you here had blue eyes too, but damn, they weren't even close to that beautiful.

Rick's dark hair and gray beard make them look more intense and you have to pull yourself together not to start drooling because he's generally incredibly handsome.

Shit, maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

His gaze is glued on you and he tilts his head slightly when you suddenly see realization flash in his eyes and he starts to move.

Rick approaches the car and you try to slide as far away from the door as you can, but he pulls the door open and grabs your arm with ease, dragging you outside.

Stomping, you try to fight him off, but he remains completely unimpressed and pushes you to your knees in front of him.

It's so easy for him to push you around that tears come to your eyes as you look up at him.

You have no chance to get out of the situation and clench your teeth tightly as he slides his gaze over you again in the light of the sun, "You're his daughter."

It's not a question, but a simple statement that still makes you cringe, not knowing if that very thing would be your death sentence or if the fact that Negan is your father will save your life.

Tears run down your cheeks and yet Rick can clearly see the resemblance between you and your father.

When he looks at you, he can see your father in you and nevertheless he can't deny that he likes having you on his knees.

Your big eyes look at him pleadingly and at the sight his cock presses hard against his pants.

Fuck, you're so incredibly young and beautiful.

The way he's looking at you makes you feel uneasy, and all dignity is flushed from your body as you push your bottom lip forward and sniffle, "Rick? Right? Please let me go. I promise I won't say a word about what I saw here."

He lifts his head to look at the round of people gathered around you, and you take advantage of the brief moment when his piercing eyes aren't on you to eye him, but you immediately jerk your head back up as your eyes land on the slight bulge in his pants.

That's when you'd rather watch his chest widen as he takes a deep breath and announces to everyone, "Nothing changes in the plan. We're going ahead."

Kneeling, you turn your head and watch the others nod and head to their cars, the guy who brought you here also leaving you, and in that moment you miss the quiet assurance that he wouldn't have hurt you.

Looking back up at Rick, you're not sure what's going to happen and you just start crying harder.

It's always been that way.

Whenever you're scared, you can't hold it in, and now you're scared to death.

You're still kneeling in front of him when you hear the cars slowly pulling away and you try again, "Please, I just want to go home."

With dark eyes, Rick reaches out to touch your face and you wince as he brushes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"Oh, I'll take you home, princess."

He grabs your hair and tugs up on it, making your scalp burn and you cry again, "Please don't."

His hand moves to the back of your neck and his fingers dig into your skin, "You don't even know what I'm going to do to you yet."

Anything but gently, he pushes you back toward the car and presses your small body against the cool metal, making you shiver again.

Rick's body is close behind you, but not close enough to touch you, and you squint your eyes as his deep voice reaches your ear, "I'm sure you want to make yourself useful in order to survive. Do I see that right?"

Sniffling, you nod, already having an idea of what he would ask of you.

But he grumbles, "Smart girl."

His hand slides from the back of your neck to the small of your back, and blush colors your cheeks as you notice your lower belly clench expectantly.

Through his flat palm on your back, he can feel you trembling in fear of him and that makes him smile.

It will be so easy to break you.

Slowly he presses himself against you and the feeling of your round ass against his hard cock makes him hum with satisfaction.

Your body is pure perfection and your huge fear of him has been apparent to him since the first time he saw you, which only makes everything that much easier for him.

Gently, he rubs against your ass and then murmurs harshly, "You do what I want you to do."

You lower your head and whisper a soft, "Yes."

Your fingertips graze his belt buckle as he rubs his cock against you, and your heart hammers in your chest as he leans in and whispers in your ear, "Like I said, I'm driving you home. Only now you're mine and I'm going to show that to your father. You won't do anything that I won't like, and if you're a good girl, you'll stay alive."

Before you can respond, he pulls back and drags you by the upper arm into the passenger seat.

With flushed cheeks, you watch him walk around the car and drop into the driver's seat next to you.

You swallow hard, not daring to take your eyes off him as he pulls up, afraid he'll take advantage of your inattention.

Your eyes are glued to his profile and you can't stop wondering if his hair is as soft as it looks.

You wonder how long his hair would be if you smoothed out the curls at the nape of his neck.

He raises an eyebrow and without looking at you, he asks, "Would you like to touch me?"

Hectically, you tear your eyes away from his face and direct your gaze to his hands on the steering wheel. Bottom line: this isn't much better.

Your voice betrays you as you mutter, "No."

A small laugh slips from Rick's lips because he can still feel your gaze on him.

He knows for a fact that you're afraid of him, but it's not all you feel.

He can't believe how lucky he is to have you run into his arms, and he'd be out of his mind if he didn't use that luck to drive Negan up the wall.

Looking out the window in disbelief as you see what Rick's people have set up outside the Sanctuary, you whisper, "Oh my God."

Cars reinforced with metal walls are parked in front of the main entrance and everyone is heavily armed.

Panicked, your eyes search for your father, but you can't see him anywhere.

Not yet.

Rick's raspy voice reaches your ear as you still stare at your home, "Remember what I told you. Don't do anything that would make me punish you."

You nod and tears come to your eyes again.

As Rick takes you out of the car you do exactly what he asks and don't resist his grip.

You don't resist as he brushes a few strands of hair from your face and stay close to him as he asks you to.

A short time later, you hear your father's voice and close your eyes tightly.

Your father doesn't take Rick seriously and you can hear that very clearly.

Carefully, you look over at Rick, who keeps his beautiful blue eyes fixed on Negan, "I found something on the way here."

Your father laughs, "What? A fucking bucket of gold?"

Rick juts his chin, "Better."

Blindly, he reaches for you and you let him pull you in front of him.

Immediately your eyes land on your father, all features slipping from his face.

He stares at you like you're an apparition and you can see the panic in his eyes as Rick places a hand on your lower stomach and hugs you tightly to his body, "What a coincidence, huh?"

Negan takes a step forward, "Let her go, you bastard."

You can't look your father in the eye as Rick slides his second hand over your shoulder and calls out in amusement, "Why should I? She seems to like it with me."

His hand closes around your jaw and he presses a finger against your trembling lips.

You know what he wants you to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it.

That's when he squeezes harder and hisses so only you can hear: "Princess."

You want to live. You really do.

That's why you open your mouth and Rick slides his finger into your mouth.

He's not worried about you biting because you're way too scared of him to dare.

That's why he just smiles at Negan, "She likes it a lot. She has talents you don't know about."

It's so incredibly inappropriate and humiliating, but his body against your back and his finger in your mouth makes you squeeze your thighs together unobtrusively and more as a reflex you start sucking on his finger.

Surprised, he straightens up a little further and slides a second finger into your mouth, mumbling softly, "That's my good girl."

Your eyes are fixed on the floor in front of you and you continue to suck submissively on his fingers.

By itself, his touches aren't very sexual, but when he then slides his hand under your shirt, Negan bellows, "I'll chop your hands off, you sick asshole. She's just a kid."

Confusingly gentle, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and says loud enough for everyone to hear, "Please tell everyone how old you are, princess."

Rick has his sources and has known since before you were found by his people that Negan has a 23 year old daughter, so it doesn't surprise him when you murmur, "23."

His fingers dig into your skin and you repeat louder, "23, Rick."

The hand on your skin is warm and you get goosebumps as he pushes it a little higher, "And trust me. The things she can do are appropriate for her age."

Oh God, his hand feels so good on your body that you press a little further against him and he murmurs, "Princess, you make me proud."

Your head is spinning and just as you're about to lift your head to look Negan in the eye, Rick shoves you behind a metal wall and raises his voice, "Do you really wanna make me count?"

It all happens so fast.

At first everything is calm, until then all hell breaks loose.

Still with your hands bound, you let yourself slide to the floor and try to make yourself as small as you can.

Your gaze is fixed on Rick and you pray with every shot that it doesn't hit your father.

Wildly, Rick jerks his head around and yells over the din of the coming walkers, "Get up."

Unsteady as a newborn, you get to your feet and he grabs you by the arm to drag you back to a car.

Shots are still falling and you pull your head in as best you can to avoid getting hit as Rick practically throws you into the back seat of a car.

Because of your bound hands, you land ungently on your stomach and can't get up either.

The only thing you can somehow manage is to turn your head so that you can catch a glimpse of a woman steering the car and Rick sitting in the passenger seat, tensely trying to see something through the window.

You suspect he's trying to find your father, but the harder he searches, the more you relax.

He is alive. He must be alive.

In fact, that's your only hope of getting away from Rick and his people.

After some time, you clear your throat softly, "Rick?" As you do so, you try to keep your voice as soft and innocent as you possibly can.

He doesn't turn in your direction, but you hear a soft "Huh?" which you take as a quiet agreement that you may continue speaking, "Could you take off my shackles. I promise not to do anything you wouldn't want me to do."

Deliberately, you use words similar to what he used earlier and you hear him sigh softly in response, "Connie? Will you stop for a minute?"

The woman asks no questions and stops in the middle of the street, allowing Rick to get out.

You don't see him walk around the car, but he pulls the door open behind Connie and slides into the back seat, lifting your upper body and placing you on his legs, "You can drive."

Connie does as he says and he leans over you to untie your bonds.

As he does, your nose presses into his thigh and you whimper softly as you feel Rick tense beneath you.

His hands reach for the rope holding yours bound and he tries not to think about how hard you're breathing into his crotch and the sounds you make every time he moves even minimally.

He knew it would be easy to subdue you.

But he didn't expect it to be SO easy.

As gently as he can, he unties the rope from your slender wrists and immediately you sit up and slide as far away from him as you can.

Amused, he raises his eyebrows, especially since not too long ago you were pressing your ass against him.

Your eyes are huge and completely focused on him, and some dirty thoughts nestle in his head at the sight.

Slowly he lets his eyes wander a little lower, where your breasts press against your thin top with every frantic breath, leaving little to the imagination.

The fact that his blue eyes undress you with his gaze alone doesn't make you feel any calmer in the passenger seat and you take a deep breath, "What are you going to do to me?"

That's the question you've been asking yourself all along, and when he looks you in the face again, you're not sure you should like what you see in them so much.

His eyes are veiled and the way he tilts his head forces you to squeeze your thighs together again, which of course doesn't escape his notice and he grumbles harshly, "You'll see."

He doesn't try to pull you closer, or talk to you further.

Instead, you all wait for the gate of Alexandria to appear before you.

You, especially, are waiting for it because you've never seen it before.

Your father had enough reasons not to let you near it, except that all his caution couldn't prevent you from walking through the streets of Alexandria with Rick's hand low on your back.

You are hyper aware of Rick's presence, but his hand on your body can't stop you from turning your head in all directions to see as much as you can.

You've seen only a few of the communities that work with your father, but you like Alexandria best of all.

It looks like a cute little town, and you're so distracted by it that you barely notice Rick sliding his hand from your back to your hip, pulling you even closer to him.

Your body feels so good in his hands that he has to pull himself together not to groan out loud on the spot and clenches his teeth tightly.

He takes it up a notch and pushes you toward his house.

When it gets through to you where he's leading you, the curiosity is suddenly completely gone and you resist his grip around your waist, "Wait."

Unmoved, he pushes you further toward the door and you panic.

Being alone with him doesn't feel right and more than dangerous.

Especially with locked doors and the way he looks at you makes you nervous and you brace yourself with all your strength against him, "Please don't."

Sighing, he stops and rolls his eyes before he drops a bit and just throws you over his shoulder. You don't even have enough time to react before he stomps through the front door and as it slams into the lock, you finally start to fidget.

Like a fish out of water, you struggle and tearfully cry, "Put me down."

Rick grips your thighs tighter and has to stifle a laugh as you try unsuccessfully to free yourself from him.

At your wriggling, your pretty breasts keep pressing against his shoulder and he can't resist the urge to close his free hand around your thighs as well, except he lets his hand wander between them.

His hand is still a few inches away from your crotch, but even so, you immediately become very still and wait for what he would do next.

Your body is treacherous and when you notice your pussy clench expectantly because his big hand is so close, you grit your teeth and try to straighten up.

At that moment, he withdraws his hand before you feel it hard on your ass.

He hit you! He actually hit you!

Outraged and humiliated, you gasp, "Put me down."

Never would you admit that the sharp pain went right between your legs.

So you push yourself back up, Rick rolls her eyes and slaps your ass, harder this time, and at your soft whimper in response, his cock twitches in his pants, “Stop it.”

It's ridiculous how hard you try to get away from him because you wouldn't stand a chance anyway.

Especially because he knows you like it.

He steers you to his room with you on his shoulder and throws you on his bed.

Immediately your eyes are on him again, as if you were a deer in headlights, and only when he starts to unbutton his shirt do you lower your gaze.

Trembling, you sit on his bed and don't dare to look at him because you don't want him to read in your face how much you want to touch his bare chest.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his shirt slide to the floor and you risk a little peek through your eyelashes.

His pants sit low on his hips and you briefly wonder how a belly button can be so beautiful.

Your eyes wander a little higher, over his scars on his left side and up to his collarbone.

God, even his collarbone is kneeling.

A soft moan slips from your lips and Rick takes a small step towards you, "Come here."

Carefully, you look him in the eye and can see the desire.

The man wants you badly and you're pretty sure it's mostly because you're the daughter of his enemy.

Rick raises an eyebrow challengingly. All you're supposed to do is try to resist him and put him to the test. You'll end up begging him to have his cock inside you.

Rick wants to defile you and break you.

Hell, he wants you to beg to be his.

He wants you to beg to touch him.

He wants you to beg him in tears to be fucked by him.

Afraid he'll pounce on you if you resist him, you slowly stand up and take a small step in his direction so you're only inches apart.

He lifts a hand and slowly runs it through your soft hair. You are so damn beautiful and pure innocence, which only turns him on more.

Gently he pulls your hair and you swallow hard as he leans in and his lips graze your pounding pulse, "You were a good girl today, princess. Did exactly what I expected of you and then some. Would you like a reward for that?"

'Oh God' is all that goes through your mind as he spreads hot kisses on your neck and you clench your hands into fists to resist the urge to touch his flat stomach.

Rick takes another small step toward you and now your breasts are pressed against his torso.

You feel his tongue sliding over your neck and you can't suppress a soft gasp, making him growl, "Well?"

At that, he grabs your hands and forces your small fists to unclench, pressing your palms to his bare skin.

He's hot and feels so incredibly good under your fingertips, but you force yourself to say, "No." And feel Rick's hands just below your breasts, "Are you sure, princess?"

Your fingers brush over his belly and you notice his stomach muscles tighten the closer you get to his pants.

Your touch is so light and innocent that Rick almost loses his mind, and as he takes a deep breath to bring himself under control, your scent goes to his head.

Shit, you smell so good, he'd like to press his nose into your skin the whole time.

His beard scratches your skin as you murmur in a low voice, "I'm sure."

Slowly, he lifts his head and looks down at you lasciviously as he purrs, "Then I'm just picking up my own reward for today."

Confused, you frown as he's already grabbing your waist and lifting you back onto the bed behind you.

He pushes you onto your back and you cry out in panic as you feel his weight on your body.

Rick is heavy as hell and you can only move minimally under him, which you might have actually liked under other circumstances...okay yeah, maybe you like it under these circumstances.

His hips are between your thighs and you can feel his cock between your legs.

At that, you're pretty sure he's big.

Bigger than you can handle.

Without a second thought, Rick reaches for your hands, which still linger on his stomach, and holds them above your head.

With huge eyes, you look back up at him and would love to brush some of his strands of hair that have fallen forward out of his handsome face.

You should be scared.

You should be screaming.

But all you can bring to your lips is, "Am I your reward?"

Quietly, Rick laughs out, "Would you like to be my reward, princess?"

You bite your lower lip and lower your gaze to his lips before muttering, "No."

Rick slides his free hand down your body to your pants, then mumbles softly, "Well, I'll just take it then."

You don't resist a bit as he undoes the button from your pants, moaning softly as he shifts his weight in the process and his cock presses into just the right spot.

He slides his hand down your pants and your whole body rears up at the first contact. His fingers run through the wetness he's been provoking all day and he hums softly, "You know, I only had to look at you once and I knew it would be easy to get you."

Fluttering, your eyes fall shut and he barks, "Look at me."

Immediately you open your eyes and look into his blue eyes that caught your eye in the first few seconds.

Slowly he draws circles around your clit: "The way you looked at me, princess. The way you're looking at me now. That is enough for me."

Your hips jerk up to meet his fingers, but his touch remains light, "You're mine now."

Shuddering, you take a breath as your pussy clenches for nothing, begging to clasp his fingers.

As if of their own accord, your legs lift and wrap around Rick's waist to pull him closer to you, and as a small reward, he runs his finger around your entrance, "You say you don't want to, but your body says something completely different."

You lower your gaze to his tanned arm reaching between your thighs and whisper again, "Don't."

That's when he slides a finger inside you and you moan his name.

He holds your arms tightly together above your head and can't take his eyes off the blush that's slowly working its way up your cleavage to your neck.

You look so beautiful as you try to squirm on the cool sheets, trying to escape his grip while wanting more from him.

His whole body screams to just pounce on you as your wetness spreads all over his hand, but he has other plans.

Your pussy clamps around his fingers and he laughs hoarsely, "So you want me to stop even though I can barely move my fingers because this little pussy wants to keep me so bad. How pathetic."

His finger strokes your warm walls and you moan, "Rick, please."

His thumb presses down on your clit and you press your head firmly into the mattress beneath you as you feel your belly growing warmer and forming a knot.

You barely notice when he lets go of your hands and wraps his hand around your neck instead.

Your thoughts only circle around the sensation he can invoke between your legs, and each time you clench tighter around his fingers.

What more could he want than to squeeze the air out of you while fingering you?

What could be better than feeling your pulse beat on both ends?

Gasping and struggling for air, you look him in the eye again and thrust your hips towards him, but just at the moment you think you're going to burst into a thousand pieces, he pulls his hand away from you and you howl, "No, no, no."

Slowly he lets go of you and shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth before taunting you, "You made a mess, princess."

His hand shines with wetness and your cheeks blush even more as you imagine what you must look like between your thighs.

With embarrassment, you try to squeeze your legs together, but he just shakes his head arrogantly, "Nah. I want my reward."

You barely recognize your own voice as you croak, "I don't want to, Rick."

Your head knows full well that you shouldn't want him.

He's kidnapped you and forced you into his bed, but you also can't deny that your body aches for him and wants to feel his cock.

Preferably so deep inside you that you would never let another one between your legs again.

Grinning, he looks down at you because you say you don't want to and your now free hands still try to reach for him.

He leans back enough to grab your waist and turn you onto your stomach, where you immediately try to straighten up. But he puts a hand between your shoulder blades, holding you down with ease.

It is at that moment that you realize how much stronger he is and what an inescapable position you are actually in.

Cockily, he murmurs, "On your knees. Just your knees."

You bite your lower lip, knowing exactly what's coming as soon as you press your butt against his cock.

Awkwardly, you somehow slide onto your knees and he praises you, "Good girl. Doing exactly what I ask of you."

Rick removes his hand from your body and notes with satisfaction that you don't move an inch, closing your eyes in shame as your arousal slowly runs down your thighs and Rick can clearly see it.

Groaning, he puts his head back in his neck and his cock twitches in anticipation of entering you.

With his finger he has already felt how tight and willing you are, but the thought of sinking his cock into that pussy makes his heart beat fast.

The wetness runs down your thighs as you hear Rick undo his belt and pants.

For a brief moment, nothing happens and the only things you hear are your frantic breaths and your pounding heart.

But when you want to open your eyes, you already feel Rick's hand on your neck and his hard cock on your most intimate place.

With a jerk you push yourself towards him and whimper softly.

He feels so hot and hard against your swollen labia that you barely notice him teasing you, "I thought you didn't want to. Well, I'd say it's too late to change your mind now."

Confused because you thought he was going to fuck you, you frown, but before you can ask what he means, you feel it.

The hand that isn't on your neck has his cock in it, and he's jerking off while just pressing his tip against your pulsing entrance.

He doesn't penetrate you and that only makes you more desperate.

It takes all his willpower not to fuck your sloppy pussy, but the way you immediately start gyrating your hips to get him to penetrate you deeper is reward enough.

Moaning, you try to get him to take you, but you're so unsuccessful that it brings tears to your eyes again and he taunts you, "So you do want my cock?"

Instead of answering you try to press yourself further against him again, but you have no chance and the tears of humiliation fall on Rick's bed sheets.

His hand keeps slapping against your thigh as he continues to jerk off with pleasure and then wraps his hand from your neck around your chin and then slides two fingers between your open lips again.

Muffled, you moan out and he growls, "If you don't want to talk, I guess you'd best use your mouth to suck on my fingers, huh? That's what you want. Like in front of your father when you couldn't stop. Do you like being used by me?"

Completely out of it, you nod and he hisses, "Speak."

Muffled by arousal and his fingers, you moan, "Yes, Rick." Before you go back to sucking on his fingers in your mouth, barely thinking straight.

You have no idea if the wetness on your pussy is from you, or his precum mixing with your arousal, but you're ready to beg him.

Begging and pleading with him to fuck you.

Just what he's wanted from you all along.

With his fingers in your mouth, you beg, "Please Rick." And he laughs softly, "You want me to fuck your sloppy pussy?"

Hectically, you nod and whimper, "Yes."

He moves forward an inch and immediately your pussy clenches begging and he mocks you, "Are you my good girl?"

All dignity is flushed from your bones and you cry, "Yes, yes, yes. I'm your good girl. I-" With one thrust he penetrates you and your long drawn out moan fills the room.

He's so big and hard inside you that you feel like he's tearing you apart from the inside, and yet you try to get more of him inside you, gyrating your hips again.

You're so insanely tight that Rick briefly feels like he's going to pass out before he blinks and looks down at your trembling body begging to be fucked through and that's all it takes for him to pull back a little and then thrust hard into you again.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and tugs you up by your hair enough to murmur, "So nice and tight for me" in your ear murmur and in response you pulsate expectantly on his cock.

He thrusts into you again, "And willing."

You're so full and wet that you can barely bring more than his name past your lips as he lowers a hand to your clit, turning you to wax in his hands. His deep thrusts are everything you can think about and every time he hits that one spot inside you, you cry out in pleasure.

Gently, he sucks on your earlobe and murmurs, "Now, princess."

Rick clenches his teeth tightly as you hoarsely scream his name and your whole body tenses. He doesn't know any different and lingers inside you as you come on the fullness inside you and can't stop pressing yourself tighter and tighter against the man behind you.

His warm and big body behind you makes you go weak and as you hear him growl "Fuck," you moan his name and he growls, "Fuck, you were made for me."

And that's when you feel him twitch inside you and his thrusts become messy and erratic.

Breathless, you turn your head and as you see the pure arousal in his eyes you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

As you do so, his body falls forward, burying you beneath him.

Gasping, he rolls off you and you cling to his hand as if it were your lifeline as you try to catch your breath.

You turn your head to the side to look at him and groan again as you see his chest rising and falling rapidly and how his curls lie around him on the bed like a halo.

Immediately he turns his head too and raises an eyebrow questioningly, and the only thing you can bring past your lips is, "You haven't kissed me once."

He shrugs, "So what? I wanted to fuck you."

You don't know what he sees in your eyes, but it makes him sigh softly and lean in to place his lips on your pout.

The kiss is incredibly gentle in contrast to his words and actions, and you lift your upper body to meet his.

Gently, he lets his tongue slide over your lower lip and you willingly open your mouth to him, which he immediately takes advantage of, making you sigh softly before he moves away from you and you follow him to reunite his lips with yours.

But he shakes his head, "That's enough."

Sluggishly, you drop back onto the bed and he hums softly, "Get dressed."

Questioningly, you look at him and he rules, "What did I say?"

Immediately you slide off the bed to put on your pants as he looks up at you lying in bed and grins, "Good girl." Because he knows you'll do anything for him.

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 7: Mr. President Will See You Now

"Bradley, I love you too."

Your words hung thick in the air of the Oval Office. Bradley's eyes met yours. He searched them for any sign that you weren't being truthful. He was waiting for the moment that you would laugh in his face and tell him that you were kidding. But it didn't come.

"You love me too?" He spoke. It came out as a question rather than a statement.

"Yes." You breathed out. "I tried to tell myself these feelings I had for you weren't real, but I can't keep denying them. I kept telling myself that we were just pretending, keeping up appearances for the sake of our jobs, and maybe that's how it started out for me, but somewhere along the way, it stopped being pretend and started being real. At our wedding, I kept thinking, it shouldn't be this easy to fake being in love with you, but I wasn't faking it. Not really." You confess to him.

"You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that." He tells you. You look at him confused. "What?"

"Y/N, I've been in love with you since I met you. I'll never forget how you came up to me in that bar and told me everything that was wrong with my political strategies and that I wouldn't get anywhere without a campaign manager." You laugh at his comment.

"Hey, it's not my fault your slogans were shit and you were talking too loudly about them." You giggle. He shakes his head.

"And even when I said I had everything under control, you wouldn't take no for an answer. Then you made that bet with me over a game of pool. I mean, you were willing to put your classic cherry red Camero on the line for the shot at a job. I thought you were crazy. What if you had lost?" He asked you.

"I guess we'll never know." You smile at him. Both of you laugh at the memory before locking eyes. You can feel the tension shift in the room. Bradley leans in closer to you. His eyes flick from yours down to your lips.

"Y/N, please, can I kiss you? For real, this time?" He asks you. You don't answer. You surge forward, closing the distance between the two of you as you tangle your hands in his hair.

Even though you've kissed him before, this feels like your first kiss one with him. And in some ways, it is. It's the first kiss where you both want it, and no cameras are around. It's the first kiss because you love each other, not because you're obligated to.

The kiss starts out slow, lips moving against each other, both too afraid to deepen it. You tug on the roots of Bradley's hair, which causes him to moan. You take the opportunity to slot your tongue between his lips. He groans against your mouth as he battles with you for dominance.

Suddenly, he's pulling you by the hips. Tugging you into his lap. He drapes your thighs over his. The skirt of your suit rides up on your thighs. The sudden movement causes your shoes to slip off.

Bradley's large hands find purchase on your hips as his fingertips dig into them while you grind down on him. You can feel his hard length under your clothed core. You pull away from him, and he lulls his head back as you attack his neck and jaw with kisses. You run your tongue across the scars that adorn his face. God, you always loved them.

Your hands go for his tie, desperately trying to get it undone. You free it from his collar and throw it across the room. Your hands slide under the sleeves of his suit jacket. He leans up to slide it off. You're about to go for the buttons of his dress shirt when he grabs your hands to stop you.

"Sweetheart, stop." He tells you. You look back at him, a flash of hurt in your eyes. "Do—do you not want to? Oh God—I'm sorry." You babble out before trying to jump off his lap. He grabs you to hold you in place, holding you still so you can feel the evidence of his desire.

"Sweetheart, I want you so fucking bad. But I'll be damned if the first place I make love to my wife isn't our bed." He tells you. You lean forward and kiss him again. You break apart and rest your forehead against his. "Well then, Mr. President, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever."

He doesn't have to be told twice. He scoops you up bridal style and carries you out of the office. You pepper his face with kisses as he runs through the hall with you in his arms. You can't help but laugh.

On your way to your room. You pass Jake in the hall. He gives the two of you a strange look before he chuckles at the sight before him. "Jake, you're in charge for the rest of the day. Tell them I'm busy. The First Lady and I have an important meeting!" Bradley yells at him before continuing down the hall.

Jake shakes his head but agrees.

Bradley stumbles into the room and slams the door behind him. He manages to lock it without dropping you. He shuffles to the middle of the room before lightly tossing you on the bed. You bounce slightly on the mattress before sitting up and tossing your suit jacket aside. He works the buttons of his dress shirt loose before yanking it and his under shirt off.

He barely gives you a moment to oogle him before he is climbing on the bed. He cages your legs with his thighs before leaning down on his forearms to kiss you breathless.

His lips trail across your cheek and to your ear. He kisses down your neck as his fingers pull the bottom of your blouse from your skirt. You sit up long enough for him to guide it over your head before his hands are on you.

His palms slide over your torso before landing on the lilac cups of your bra. He kneads your breasts through the lace, causing you to moan into his mouth.

He pulls back to admire you. "So fucking pretty" He murmurs as his fingers glide to your back and unhook your bra. It joins the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. Once your chest is bare to him, he gets to see your tattoo in its full glory. It's everything he'd fantasized about.

His hands trace the delicate lace pattern and swooping words. "The first time I saw this, I about came in my swim trunks like a teenager." He tells you. "I've been dying to get my lips on it. Jerked off so many times to the thought of it." You groan as he lowers his head and laves it with his tongue. His free hand gropes your breasts, pinching your nipples into stiff peaks.

"You've touched yourself to the thought of me?" You ask him as you card your fingers through his hair.

"Sure have, baby doll." He replies. "Just like I know you have." He smirks at you. "Heard you in the shower. Crying out my name. Those pretty little moans falling from your lips. Couldn't help myself, came all over my hand." He tells you. Your cheeks burn at his omission, but you can't bring yourself to care right now. Not when he's like this. He continues his trail down your body as he nips your skin.

Satisfied that he's left his mark on you, he tugs your skirt down. He goes to take your panties off of you, but he's met with something he wasn't quite expecting. "The hell are these?' He asks as he runs his hands over the nylon.

"They're called panty hose Mr. President." You laugh at him as you place one leg on his shoulder. He furrows his brow as he tries to pull them off of you. They are keeping him from where he wants to be.

He struggles for a moment, refusing to let you help. You are reaching out for them when you hear them ripping. You gasp as he tears the offense garment from your body. "Bradley!" You shriek. "I'm going to pass a bill to make it illegal for you to wear these ever again." He mumbles against your leg as he trails kisses up from your ankle to your knees.

"It would have to be an executive order." You remind him with a breathy laugh that dies on your lips the moment his finger brushes across your aching core.

"So wet for me sweetheart." He whispers.

"What were you thinking about when you touched yourself." He asks you.

"Thought about how good your fingers would feel." You whine as he stroked you through the fabric. "Did you now? Well, let's see if I can live up to the expectation." He smirks. He pushes the pale purple lace to the side before sinking two fingers inside you and curling them upward. You cry out at the fullness. They are just as thick as you imagine.

He moves them in a come hither motion, seeking out that magical spot inside you that will have you falling apart for him.

You through your head back when he finds it. His heart swells in his chest. He strokes it over and over again, bringing you closer to the edge. His thumb comes up and swipes tight circles over your clit.

"Fuck—Bradley. Right there." You groan as you grind down on his hand while you chase your high.

"Feel good, darling? Better than you imagined?" He coos. "S'much better." You slur out as he works you to the edge.

"Gripping my fingers so tight, baby, I know you're close. Cum for me." He tells you. His thumb applies more pressure to your clit, causing you to fall over the edge. You cry out his name while he works you through your high.

You try to regain control of your breathing as he withdraws his fingers from you. He makes a show out of slipping them into his mouth and licking them clean.

"God damn, you're sweeter than honey. I think I'll have another taste." He tells you before lowering his head to kiss your clothed core. You jump, still sensitive from your first orgasm. He pulls your panties down and throws them over his shoulder.

"Did you ever think about my mouth when you touched yourself, darling?" He asks you. "Yes, sir, Mr. President, I did." You whimper out.

Fuck, he knows hes never going yo get tired of hearing you call him "Mr. President' in bed. He chuckles to himself before licking a broad strip up your slit and circling your sensitive bud with his tongue. Your hips almost fly off the bed as your hands grip his hair.

He lays an arm across your hips to hold you in place.

"Look at me, beautiful." He commands. You open your eyes and peer down at him. He looks up at your threw his lashes, grinning like the devil. His honey brown eyes are almost black as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

Your grip on his curls tightens as he alternates between sucking on it and drawing figure eights across it.

His tongue slips into your weeping hole, and he fucks the muscle into you, causing you to grind down on his face. He loops his hands under your thighs and pulls you closer to him. He buries his face into your heat and eats you like a starving man. His nose bumps over your clit with each swipe of his tongue as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

He gives your clit a particularly firm suck and it sends your barreling into a second release. He helps you ride it out, drinking every drop of sweet nectar you give him. His face is glistening when he emerges from your thighs.

He comes up and kisses you. You can taste your release on his tongue. Your hands franticly pull at the loops of his pants, fighting to get his belt free. You desperately want him to be inside you.

"Bradley, please, need you so bad." You moan. He pushes your hands aside and frees his belt before dragging his pants and boxers down in one motion.

His hard length slaps against his abdomen. It's beautiful. Long and girthy with veins running across it. The mushroom tip is fat, red, and dripping with precum.

"Now I see why they called you Rooster in the Navy." You smirked.

He climbs back onto the bed. You spread your thighs for him. He leans back on his haunches to admire you for just a moment. You let out a small whine. "Bradley, please!" You beg him. He could really tease you if he wanted to, but he wants this just as much as you do.

He drags his cock through your wetness, before lining up the tip and slowly pushing in. He lets out a guttural groan when he is fully seated inside you.

He pulls back out slightly before pushing back in. His fingers dig into your hips. Pulling you flush with him with each thrust.

You pant and cry out his name as he speeds up, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you. Your nails dug into his shoulder blades. You're sure they will leave a mark.

"Baby doll, you feel so fucking good. You're pussy was made for me. Squeezing me so tight." He groans out. You clench around him, a growl leaves his lips. He speeds up as you do it again. "Feels so fucking good, Bradley." You praise him.

He raises up on his knees and throws your legs over his shoulders. This new angle allows him to drag the head of his cock over your gspot with every thrusts. He leans over you to the point he's practically folding you in half. He's so deep that you can feel him in your stomach. You don't know where you end and he beings. He releases one of your hips and takes his hand and places over your lower abdomen. He presses down and feels himself driving into you.

You groan at the sensation. He's so fucking deep, you've never felt anything like this before.

"Gripping me so good, baby. So fucking good. Shit." He pants.

You're close. He can tell. He is, too, but he's determined to draw a third orgasm from you. "Bradley, dearest. I'm so close—please!" You beg him. You need him to get you there.

"Me too, sweetheart. Fuck. Where do you want me to cum?" He asks you as the sound of skin slapping echos through the room. He's praying you tell him to stay inside of you, the thought of not cumming in your tight, wet heat makes him want to die, but the two of you didn't exactly talk about protection before this.

"In me. Please, fucking cum in me and fill me up!" You cry out You need him to paint your walls with his release. To fill you until he's oozing out making a mess of the sheets. You crave the feeling of being so full of him. You want him to claim you as his and his alone.

He continues to drive into, pushing you closer and closer until the dam bursts, and you scream his name as you orgasm washes over you. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades, leaving harsh red lines that will be there for days to come. Tears prick your eyes as euphoria fills your body and your toes curl. His eyes roll back in his head as you spasm around him. He cums hard, harder than he ever has in his life. Your core milks his cock until he is spent.

He collapses on top of you. Keeping most of his weight on his forearms. You can feel him still throbbing inside of you as both of you come down from your highs.

You lock your hips around his, keeping him seated deep inside you.

When he finally brings himself to pull out of you. You whimper at the loss of contact.

The two of you stay silent for a while. The only sound in the room is your labored breathing.

"That was—" you being

"Amazing." He states, finishing your sentence with a dopey grin on his face.

You laugh as you curl up on his chest. He traces lazy shapes along your back.

"So this is what married sex is like." You say as you stare at your ring.

"Bradley, Dearest. How did you get this ring so fast. I know something like this didn't just come out of a jewelers case." You ask him.

He groans as he slides up on the headboard, taking you with him. "You're going to think I'm crazy when I tell you.

"I thought you were crazy when you hired me after a game of pool—which I'm pretty sure you let me win. I thought you were crazy running for president at thirty-five. I knew you were crazy when you were willing to take a bullet for me and go along with my plan. Try me." You tell him.

"The day after you got shot at, I called my godfather. I had him fly out to D.C. and bring me my mom's engagement ring." He begins.

"This was your mom's?" You gasp. "The diamond was. But after everything that went down at that last debate—the idea of losing you killed me. I knew it was you or nothing. I've been having them hold onto this for me at Harry Winston's for ages. I just had to call to get it resized." He smiles at you.

"Well, you and your parents had good taste. But please tell me how your dad was about to afford a five karat diamond on a Navy pilot pay?" You ask him.

"He sold some of his baseball card collection. When he and my mom were looking for rings, he saw the oval solitare and knew that it was the one for her. She always told him it was too much. He told her that nothing was ever too much for her." Bradley continued.

Tears welled up in your eyes. He'd really loved you this whole time, and maybe you'd loved him this whole time too.

"It's also engraved on the inside. So is mine." Bradley says as he slips yours off your finger and slips his off as well. He holds them close to your face as you see the two words engraved in beautiful script as he reads them to you. "simul melius."

"Better together. It's Latin, isn't it?" You look up at him. "Yeah, it is. I thought it seemed fitting because we really are better together." He smiles at you before leaning down to place a soft kiss to your lips.

"Bradley, I really do love you." You tell him in earnest. His smile is a mile wide. He doesn't think he'll ever get enough of hearing you say that.

"I really do love you too."

IT FINALLY HAPPENED!

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Finally found |prt 2

Prt2 Of lost and found| ♫ shades of cool by Lana DelRey

Joel miller x fem reader

Prt 1 here>>

Word count: 3k

Summary: after seeing the love of your life again you deal with the challenge that is telling him he has a daughter.

Warnings: lots of Angst, cursing, mentions of suicide, smut, unprotected sex, probably some other stuff…

Author note: this is part two, to a three to four-part series I don’t know for sure yet how many I'll write. The next part will be getting into Ellie's relationship with Rae and how she feels about the whole thing, I wrote this part to (shades of cool by Lana Del Rey ) anyways enjoy🌞

Rae walks out of the room, slamming it behind her and leaving Tommy. Walking into the living room, Rae’s eyes land on you and Joel, your lips still on his. Rae stands there for a second, her face scrunched up in disgust. “I can’t right now,” Rae says, shaking her head in disapproval before walking towards the exit. Making her presence known, “Rae-“ you say, watching Rae leave through the front door, the screen closing hard behind her. “ I need to talk to her” you sigh out, looking back at Joel with sad eyes. “ Yeah, go,” Joel says, a part of him not wanting you to leave. You slowly walk towards the door, stopping once you get there.

“Don’t go anywhere please” you say, your voice almost a whisper, the feeling of years off without him bubbling in your stomach. “I’m not moving,” Joel says, his eyes not leaving yours. “Good” You nod before walking out the door, leaving Joel with his thoughts. One of them being, if it wasn't him who was the father of your Daughter, then who was and what was the possibility you were still with him? Tommy slowly walks out of the room, interrupting Joel’s thoughts.

Joel stares him down, intensely before speaking “We need to talk” he says, his voice low and angry. The back door of the old house opens and August walks into the living not looking up, talking fast. “I just spoke to Robin, your mom passed out? W-”August finally looks up, his eyes landing on Joel and Tommy in the living room. “ What The fuck?”

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You follow Rae’s tracks in the snow to a nearby bench, She doesn’t say anything as you approach, keeping her eyes forward staring Into the distance. “Rae?” You say hoping for a response, there isn’t one, she says nothing, continuing to look forward. You don’t say anything else, silently sitting next to Rae on the bench. You two sit in silence for a while before you decide to talk, you begin fidgeting with your hands looking for what to say.

” When you were born the first thing I thought was “wow she's so beautiful”…and the second thing I thought was how am I going to do this alone. I wasn't alone though, your aunt was there, She got me through the first half of your life without Joel, but when…” you take a deep breath before continuing.

“ But when she died, I think I started getting confused… It felt like I was losing them at the same time, even though he had been gone years before, after that, I felt like had to focus on The past to stay sane….you know?” Rae’s eyes begin to blur as tears fill her eyes, but she doesn't look at you keeping her eyes on the snow in front of her. “ I'm sorry, baby, you have every right to be mad at me,” you say, watching Rae’s leg lightly, bouncing up and down, something she often did when she was stressed or upset. She still doesn't say anything. “Rae talk to me please,” you say, getting a bit closer, your eyes starting to well up with tears.

“That's the thing, I'm not even mad at you, I'm upset with him… I know I shouldn’t be mad at him, I know that…it doesn’t make sense for me to be, he didn’t even know, it’s just-“ Rae takes in a big deep breath“ I’ve seen you cry over him for Days and Days on end…and I think after a while it just became easier to blame him for your pain so didn’t have to acknowledge mine” you nod and wipe away your tears.” not just that, mom I'm scared, fuck I'm terrified…” she says taking in another deep breath of cold winter air before continuing “I'm scared he won't like me or even give a fuck that I'm his…12-year-old me would dream every day for a miracle like this. After all, you told me about him, I always wished I could have met him but Now he’s here… It feels more like a burden than a miracle”.

Her words linger in the air for a second, making your heart hurt. You understood what she was saying, but it was hard thinking about the fact she might never see him the way you see him.“ did you speak to him while I was passed out?” you ask, Rae shakes her head. “So he doesn't know?” you ask, your face scrunching up slightly in sadness. “Nope,” Rae says, letting out a dry laugh. “ I think I'll leave that to you,” Rae says, giving her thighs a slap before standing up from the bench to walk away. You stand up following her, You can see that she's hiding her emotions trying to seem ok when she's not. “Rae, look at me,” you say, walking in front of her, her eyes don't meet yours. “I'm sorry, you deserve so much better than this, but I promise you if he could have been there he would have…” you say, placing your arms on her shoulders, rubbing up and down to trying to comfort her

Rae lets out a sigh she didn't know she was holding in, finally letting herself cry, you pull her into a hug. “That's why it hurts so bad,” Rae says, her cries muffled in your shoulder. “ We lost so much time, this whole time I could have had a- ” Rae chokes up, pushing back from the embrace, whipping away her tears with the back of her hand. “I'm ok” she says trying to gather herself, You couldn’t tell if she was telling you or herself. Once she's finished wiping her tears, you bring her back into an embrace kiss her on her forehead .“it’s ok not to be ok baby, everything will be ok I swear” you say looking into her eyes, she gives you a weak smile in return “you should go talk to him,” Rae whispers, gesturing to the director of the old house. You nod and watch as she walks away In the opposite direction. “And when you’re done, tell him I’m ready to talk whenever he is” Rae says her back still facing you as she walks in the direction of August’s house

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You enter the house, and it’s dead silent, not a person in sight. Your heart starts beating fast involuntarily, “Joel!” You call out as you walk further into the house. No answer “JOEL, JOEL” suddenly your breath becomes short, and you feel dizzy like you're going to fall over. Unexpectedly, a hand comes up and grips your shoulder. “ I’m right here, I’m right here y/n,” Joel says, reassuring you, you take a deep breath, your eyes locking on his. You move out of his grasp, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, I don't know what that was,” you say, trying to shake off the anxiety your body was still feeling. “ You get dizzy every often like you can't stand up straight, heart beats real fast, and you can't breathe?” you nod “yeah,” you say, your voice almost a whisper. “ I Get them too” his words make you feel less alone. You give him a light smile and he looks like he's about to say something else, but is interrupted by the loud slam of a truck door followed by the sound of an engine starting.

“Stay right here, I'll be back,” Joel says before leaving you to go out the front door, his footsteps loud and heavy like he was upset. You see August in the corner of the room, he gives you a little wave and an awkward tight-lipped smile when your eyes meet his. Walking towards you, he speaks, “good to see you're alive Ms. Y/l/n, I heard you fainted in the dining hall…shit I would too” he says, placing his hand on your shoulder. You nod “yeah I’m ok now” August nods “good, good… that's good to hear, you want to talk about …what’s going on with that,” he says, his head gesturing to the direction Joel just went. You turn around and see Joel standing by Tommy's car, through the window. They look like they were arguing “long story…to long” you say tiredly.

“ I think I gathered a bit of it, You just missed the yelling contest in here a couple of minutes ago,” August says, looking out the window with you. “And you just stayed and watched?” You ask raising an eyebrow,August shrugs “there wasn't much I could do. I thought about walking out in the beginning but that would be a bit embarrassing.” you sigh “probably…August can you do me a favor,” you ask cutting yourself off, he nods “yeah sure,” he says putting his hands in his pockets probably try to keep warm because of how cold the room was. “Can you tell Rae I said she can sleep over at your house tonight if she wants I know she needs a friend right now and I think she’s already over there with your mom” you say, going over to sit on the old couch. “Ok I’ll tell her, I'm headed over there right now anyway,” August says, walking towards the door, but he stops before walking out. “I really do hope all this shit gets resolved for you and Rae,” he says with a little frown before walking out of the house.

“Me too…me too” you mumble to yourself, wiping your face with your hands and letting out a long sigh. After a few minutes of sitting on the couch, you doze off. You dream of the same thing you have dreamed of off on and on for the last 20 years, usually, in the dream, you're outside. With Joel, Sarah, and Rae. it's always Rae as a toddler though. You guys are having a picnic with the old blanket you and Joel used to use on dates. The sun is always just about to set, and the girls are playing together. Then like clockwork Joel looks at you and smiles, then just as he leans forward to kiss you the ground separates into two.

Splitting you up, you and are Rae on one side and Joel and Sarah on the other. But this time, you're woken up by Joel before the ground can separate. Your eyes flutter open to see Joel staring at you with an unreadable expression. His hand slowly comes up to wipe a tear you didn't even know was on your face. You feel at home with his hands on your face, not saying anything, Joel just leaves it there savoring the feeling of your skin against yours. “You were having a nightmare,” Joel says finally moving his hand away from your face. “How long was I asleep?” you ask sitting up and looking around the dimly lit room, the little bit of sunlight outside lighting it “an hour,” Joel says sitting on the couch. “An hour why did you let me sleep that long?,” you ask shocked “ you looked like you needed it,” Joel says nonchalantly.

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You offer to talk to Joel somewhere less dust-ridden, and you two get into your car and make the drive to your house. Though the car ride was short, it was still awkward and quiet, you wonder how it could be this so awkward around someone you surrounded your whole life around. You open your house door, placing your keys on the table next to the door. You take off your shoes before walking to the kitchen and opening the cabinets. Joel dose the same walking slowly through the entrance of the house, looking at the framed picture on the walls.

“Do want some tea?” you ask, looking through the cabinets. “Yeah,” Joel replies, pulling out a chair and sitting at the table in the kitchen. You pull two mugs from the cabinet, placing them on the counter before opening up another cabinet to get the tea bags. “How long have you lived here,” Joel asks watching you struggle to reach for the box of tea. He wants to help but fears overstepping “uuhhh,” you say, attempting to think while trying to reach the tea bags, you do flicking them down with your finger, making them fall onto the counter.

“Me and Rae have been here since the beginning, Rae is my daughter by the way” you say look back at him for a second. “yeah I met her, she had spunk…reminds me of someone I know” Joel says his mind drifting to Ellie for a second. “spunk is definitely a word for it…” you mumble under your breath. “as I was saying met Maria a little while before she and her dad found this place, I was one of the people that helped them build Jackson into what it is now,” you say, placing the tea bags in the mugs. “ Tommy told me about the council, you, apart from that?” Joel asks as you fill-up the kettle with water.” No, it’s not my thing. I tried it for a while, too much responsibility, I rather just sleep in” you laugh, putting the kettle on the stove. “Can you hand me a match, there should be some in that drawer”

You say, pointing to the drawer. As you do, Joel catches a glimpse of a ring on your finger, his thoughts running a mile a minute. Joel stands up, opens the drawer, and gets out a box of matches. He slowly walks toward you, handing you the box

“I have a question, and you can shut me down if I'm prying,” Joel says, his hand lingering on the box. The questions suddenly make you aware of how close you to are. It seems like Joel notices too because he takes a step back , giving you some room. “Yeah, go ahead,” you say, taking the matchbox and turning your back on Joel, so you're facing the stove.

Joel stays silent for a minute as you strike the match against the box, lighting it. “Where's your husband?” Joel asked, finally ripping the Band-Aid off, “My husband?” you say, your face scrunching confused as you place the lit match near the gas. “ I saw your ring,” Joel say, his voice unreadable. You laugh to yourself before turning around to face him, “this ring?” you ask putting down the used match and showing him your hand. Joel nods and your face falls . “You don't recognize it?” you ask. Joel scrunches up, confused for a second before the realization hits him.

“That's mine?,” Joel says, visually shocked, “May I?” Joel asks, gesturing to your hand, you nod, leaning your hand forward, so he could inspect your ring. His hands grasp yours as he examines the years of wear and tear on the ring. Your heart beats fast in your chest and your stomach fills with butterflies at the touch of his hands again, “this is the engagement ring I bought for you twenty years ago ?” Joel asks again, still in shock at how long you had it. His finger now lightly grazing over your knuckles. His hands hot on yours cause electricity to shoot through you. You only nod your head, afraid that if you spoke, your words might come out like a squeak rather than a sentence. “And you never remarried-” Joel shakes his head, realizing his mistake

“I mean have you ever married,” Joel asks, looking up from the ring and down at you, his eyes penetrating your soul, this question being the most important to him. Suddenly, the surrounding air two feels so thick you think like you might choke on it. “ No I never married…you?” You ask trying to sound as nonchalant as possible while turning your back on Joel. While also trying to get away from the heaviness of theair. “No” he replies as You open another cabinet to get the cookies you often eat with tea. Joel stays silent, watching you struggle to reach the tin, this Time he walks up behind you, grabbing it from the shelf.

“Your uhh…” he trails off, not wanting to finish, “ Rae’s dad is he ok with you wearing another man’s ring?” He asks, his breath grazing the back or neck, You freeze at the feeling of him behind you, his chest briefly making contact with your back. “Joel, we're adults, you can ask me if I'm seeing anyone,” you laugh trying to avoid answering while still looking inside the cabinet, “are you?” Joel says, his breath hitting you again. making the hairs on the back of your neck stand. It seemed like he lingered there a second longer than appropriate, and he did, enjoying the warmth that raided off your body as he stood there. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his arms around your waist and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck, taking in the scent of you like he used to. “Thank you,” you say when Joel finally moves back and hands you the tin.

Joel moves farther back, watching as you open the tin and put a couple of cookies on a plate before putting the tin on a lower shelf in the cabinet. You tried very hard not to shake as he watched you, the adrenaline pumping through you making you shake like a school girl with a crush.”I have another personal question” Joel says, leaning against the sink, and letting himself relax a little. “ Go ahead,” you say as The tea kettle whistles letting you know it’s finished, you walk over and turn off the stove. Before grabbing the kettle, pouring the hot water into the two mugs from earlier. “Who’s Rae’s father”

His words make you stop completely in your tracks, yet again the loud beating in your chest louder than everything else. You stay silent and continue to pour the water into the other mug. You put the kettle back on the stove and turn to face Joel on the other side of the kitchen. You still don’t say anything, rubbing your hands together trying to stop your hands from shaking. “Can you please put the cups on the table for me?” You ask, Joel's was slightly confused, but doesn’t say anything, just taking the mugs off the counter and placing them on the table. When he’s finished, he sits down at the table. You wait a second before doing the same. The longer you took to answer the more Joel’s mind made up possibilities he thought, yes Rae looked a little similar to him, but maybe that’s because she’s Tommy’s, he did have a thing for you back in the day or maybe your we're taking so long to answer because Rae was a product of Assault, or perhaps she was just his.

You take a slow sip of your tea before you answer, not caring that it scorched your tongue. Once you finished, you slowly put the mug down, “she’s yours” you say, finally ripping off the band-Aid. Joel doesn’t say anything, just slightly leans back in his chair, creating a creaking noise, his face unreadable. You two sit in silence, every sound in the quiet house suddenly amplified. “I thought so,” Joel says, leaning forward and taking a sip of the tea in front of him. “That's it,” you ask, a little underwhelmed with his reaction.

“No, I consider the other possibility but y/n…she looks just like us,” Joel says, a hint of sadness and amusement in his voice. “When was she born,” he asks, putting down the mug. “ May 28th, 2004” you reply, searching his face for some emotion fear,

Anger, sadness, Anything. “ I tracked the dates after the outbreak, so I wouldn't get her birthday wrong,” you say, getting up from the table and walking to the living room, going to get something before coming back with a small diary. You open it up, flipping past the previous diary entries from each day of your pregnancy. You land on the last page of the book and Hand it to him to read. It read:

“ May 28th,2004 is her birthday,

Nia was right, she’s a girl, a beautiful girl at that. I wish her daddy could see her, Nia was there throughout the whole thing, helping me through the pain. I thought I knew pain, but I didn't. I've never felt any pain in my entire life that's comparable to that. Even after all that, I named her Rae, like Rae of sunshine. I felt like I did good for the first ten minutes after her birth until I started crying. Nia had to take her from me after a while because I kept sobbing, which made her cry. I think I was scaring her, I was just so overwhelmed, I kept wishing Joel was there. That he could see her, that he and Sarah could take turns holding her and make jokes about her button nose. They would love her, I know it, I'll just have to settle with telling her all about them. I'm scared, really, really scared of this world, of what Rae will have to live like. I just want her to be safe, I have to protect her with my life.”

Joel finishes reading, his eyes slightly glossy, he takes a minute before speaking. “What happened to Nia?” Joel asks hesitantly, you let out a sigh and he knows the answer. He nods his head sadly in acceptance, sitting back in the chair. Joel wasn't super close to Nia but they got along great when you all would go out. He respected her for being the older sibling who stepped into the parent role, she reminded him a bit of himself “she got bit about four years ago while we were out on a hunt, she didn't even tell anyone she just… When we got home, she was just real quiet you know… I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t do anything and in the morning I found a note”. you say, your words hanging in for a while before you realize you're crying and quickly wipe the tears from under your eyes. “Do you want to see more?” you ask gesturing to the diary, hoping to change the subject. “Yes” Joel nods, his face still unreadable,

“one second,” you say, standing up from the table and walking towards the old closet in the living room. You rummage for a second, looking for the photo album you created throughout Rae’s life. Joel walks over and watches you by the entrance,”got it” you say, turning around and holding the album. You sit on the couch, placing the album on the coffee table and Joel comes over, sitting next to you but far enough that your thighs aren't touching. You notice but don't say anything, opening the Album, you flip to one of the first pictures you ever took of Rae.

It's a picture of you and her as a newborn on the couch, you had your hair back in a bun you looked tired. Rae was tiny in your arms at only a week old, She was wrapped up in an old pink blanket. “She was only a week old here,” you say, pointing to the polaroid, you didn't say it out loud, but you realize how young you looked in the picture and wonder if Joel even found you attractive now. ”I remember this day clearly because I was so tired…she wouldn't stop crying, I think she cried the whole week straight,” you say laughing to yourself, Joel doesn’t say anything. His hand came up to slowly trace over her tiny face in the picture with his finger. “She looks like you,” Joel says, eyes still stuck on the picture. “ I think so… Nia always thought she looked more like you,” you say, giving him a brief glance, hoping you weren't pushing the envelope. “When she got older, she started to look more like you…” you say, flipping through the book looking for older picture of Rae. “Here, she's Two in this one because I broke my camera, it was hard finding another camera and film, but when I did all I did was take pictures”

A ghost of a smile creeps on Joel's face as he looks down at the picture of Rae. Her curly hair was going in every direction, and she had a cup in her mouth that she was chewing on. “Look at her dimples…just like yours, one’s deeper than the other though, but you can see them both when she smiles”

You and Joel both go through the photo album full of Polaroids from Rae’s childhood. You know it hurt him looking at all the memories he missed, but he also liked getting to know Rae through your memories together. You and Joel were flipping through photos looking for a certain picture and catch gimps of Sarah's face before you land on another picture of Rae. You saw it, so you know he saw it too, you don't say anything for a while, you both sit in silence. “Do you want to talk about it?” you say, closing the photo album. Joel stays silent so you keep talking

“When Tommy told me you were alive I just assumed…she was too, he told me some of what happened but-” Joel cut you off “- how about you tell me what happened to you that night and I'll fill in the gaps.” you nod standing up “ok sure… do you want a beer,” you ask walking to the fridge. “Yeah-how the hell did you-” Joel's cut off by your shh’s as you put your finger to your lip. “ I have connections,” you laugh walking back over to Joel with two beers and a bottle opener. You open your beer with the opener before handing it to Joel and sitting back on the couch. You take a swig and let out a long breath before talking,

”that night I got a call from Sarah. She sounded really scared, she was asking me where you were, and I didn't know, so I told her I would come over until you came back… But when I got there, you weren't there. I remember calling you and leaving a message, but I don't think you got it b-” Joel cuts you off “I got it” Joel says, not telling you about how he listened to that voicemail over and over for five years straight until the phone inevitably broke. “Well when I called you and I didn't get an answer, so I drove over there, but nobody was there… When I went to your room searching for you, I got a call from you while I was looking out your window. You know how your window was set up, you could see the whole town… I could see a plane flying dangerously low over the plaza, and then you told me you were driving out of the plaza, it was like before I could even blink, the line went Dead, and I was watching the plane crash.

I stayed in your house for two days after that before I got a tip from Nia about the Army coming door to door, I gathered all the stuff I could and met with Nia a little off the highway, that's how I got the pictures of you and Sarah” Joel lets out a frustrated sigh wiping his face with his hands. “That night I had to bail Tommy out of jail, there were infected damn near running the place, helicopters, police were on every block. I sped home to get Sarah… She asked me to stay and wait because you said you were coming…. But I-I didn't want to risk it so-” you cut him off “It's ok Joel, it’s ok, I understand”.

You say your hand coming out to rub up and down his shoulder to comfort him. “I called you when we got to the plaza to tell you where to meet us, but then the plane crashed, causing the car to crash… Sarah's ankle got hurt during the crash, I carried her…” Joel takes a swig of his beer before continuing. “ We ran into an army patrol guard, and he shot at us…I didn't even realize she was hit…” you continue Rubbing up and down Joel's shoulder trying to comfort him as quiet tears fell from both of your eyes, “I came back for you…” Joel says, looking at you with glossy eyes. “Two days after, I also heard about the same swats coming to people's homes… I had to see” you shake your head, tears beginning to well in your eyes again “Joel don't tell me that…” you sigh taking another swig ”when did you come, in the morning, night , afternoon?” you ask, your face scrunching up in sadness “just before sunset….” Joel says his face reflects your own.

“ Oh God,” you say, rubbing your forehead stressed before taking a long swig of your drink. “You just missed me, by an hour....” you say letting out a dry laugh, digging in the back of your pocket for a cigarette.”if god dose exist he’s a comedian” You say opening the drawer connected to the coffee table and take out a small box of matches. You strike the match against the box lighting it, you lite the cigarette and shake the match putting out the little flame before throwing it in a nearby ashtray. Joel doesn’t say anything, just watching your actions, you take a long pull of the cigarette and Joel finally speaks. “ since when do You smoke?” Joel asks watching you blow out smoke, the sight making him feel something deep down “since last month” you say slightly coughing. “You shouldn't, that shit can kill you” Joel says watching as you take another pull, “ really?” you laugh sarcastically blowing out the cigarette smoke. You gesture the cigarette in Joel's direction raising your eyebrows, Joel sighs and accepts. You smile watching him take a puff, his lip in the same place your lips just were. You shake your head before speaking “ Cigarettes don't suit you,” you say slowly plucking the cigarette for his lips and putting it between yours. Joel watches your movements intensely, his eyes glazing over with lust.

You blow out a cloud of smoke and Before you could react, Joels lips were on yours, and he was pulling you into his lap. He plucks the cigarette out your fingers, quickly, putting it out on the table not breaking the kiss. The kisses are hot and desperate “God I've missed you” he says, breaking the kiss for a second to work at the buttons of your shirt. “ I missed you- I missed this” you laugh as joel rips the rest of your flannel open, making the buttons fall to the floor. He didn’t take your shirt All the way off, leaving it open exposing your breast. He left kisses up your bare chest to your neck, making you shudder under him. “ Fucking beautiful” he whispers in the crook of your neck. He finally pulls back for a moment to fumble with his bet and you sit up for a second giving him space. He eagerly throws his bet to the ground along with his pant that he pushed down. You reseat yourself on Joel's lap and he looks up at you with a smile.

“ fair warning I'm not the young man I used to be,” Joel says, his lips returning to your neck. “I can't tell” you laugh, gesturing to the very hard dick under you. “ I’m not the young woman I used to be either,” you say, your words come out as a moan as Joel’s mouth works around your nipple. “No, you’re better,” he says smiling against your skin. “So fucking beautiful” he whispers, cupping your other Breast. You grind your self on Joel’s groin, and he knows what you want. “ I need to be inside you,” he says pulling down his boxers just enough to free himself, you look down your eyes watering at the size he somehow looked bigger than you remember. He pumps himself a couple of times before spitting on his hand and rubbing it over his head, the sight making you clench around nothing.

“Sit,” Joel says, his voice low a sultry, you obey using your hand and lining yourself up with his dick. You slide down onto him, his size stretching you after so long. “Fuckkkk” Joel groans, you both let out a loud moan at the contact. Your forehead leaning against one another as you try to control your rugged breath, “you hug me so well” he whispers in your ear before starting to create a pace. You grip at his shoulders hard, the sensation already becoming hard to bear. “Joel, I can't take it” you moan as he tightens his arm around your waist so he has had a better angle. “You can take me baby, you’ve done it plenty before” he groans, still thrusting into not letting his hips falter. “Take it” he groans in his groggy country accent, almost enough to make you cum there. Joel's hands slide down between you two, so he can rub your clit, you moan at the contact, your core squeezing around Joel. “Fuck sweetheart just like that,” he says watching you throw your head back in pleasure as you ride him on the couch.

The moans leaving the two were straight-up pornographic, you prayed you locked the front door, so no neighbor would walk in on you riding Joel on the living room couch, it was desperate, sweaty, and lazy but that's what made it so hot. “ I think I'm gonna cum” you moan, the familiar butterfly feeling bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. “ Cum on my dick baby” Joel whispers in your ear as you ride him. “ JOEL, JOEL, JOELLLL” you scream collapsing on top of him, the orgasm making your legs give in. He quickly picks you up by your waist moving you off his dick, so he doesn't cum inside you. He cums all over your inner

thighs, letting out a stream of moans and groans. “Jesus… Y/n you just tried to kill me” he pants out, you smile, leaving a kiss by his ear. “ Never” after all of that Joel re-enters you partially soft “let me stay in here while I charge up” you laugh at his corniness lightly pushing his chest. “ Joel c’mon It's late, I think we better call it a night” Joel's face scrunches up confused. “Y/n I hope you don't really think we're sleeping tonight…we got time to make up for”

~~~~

That night you had that same dream you normally do the one where you and Joel are having a picnic and the grown splits, but this time the ground doesn’t split and after twenty years you finally kiss Joel

The morning came and you and Joel stirred in bed, the sun flooding in from the windows. Somehow you two made it into the bedroom last night. Your naked limbs entangled with each other’s under their sheets. Joel stroked your hair as you slept on his chest, every once in a while wrapping a curl around his finger. His hand comes down to trace the outline of your face and your eyes flutter open at the sensation. You look up at him and smile he does the same “good morning” you say resting your chin on his chest so you have a better view of his face.

“Did I tell you I love you last night?” Joel asks moving a curl out your face, “once or twice” you say sarcastically, remembering how at one point he said it before every thrust. “Well I love you,” he says leaving a kiss on your forehead, his country accent making his words sound so much cuter, “I love you too Joel,” you say turning around, so your head was still on his chest, but you were facing the ceiling. You put your ring up to the sunlight coming in through the window and enjoy the colorful reflection of the light.

Joel's hand comes up to intertwine with yours. “I like how that looks in your finger” jJoel says playing with the engagement ring around your finger. “You do?” You smile trying to look back at him without moving.

“Mmhm” Joel hums enjoying the feeling of your hand on his. “That’s why I’m gonna make it official”

“What!”you ask shocked, quickly turning your head to face him “ you heard me” Joel says smiling

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What If (BR AU): SMG4 lost all of his vision during the arc?

Title: Helping Onwards, Putting Entries Living Each Soul's Sympathy

HOPELESS

Tags: Fluff/Angst/Comfort

Previous Chapter...

Summary: Four with his permanent loss of vision, it's been too difficult for him to manage. But with a help of his crew and someone in particular helped him reach up and discover something new. PART 2/2 COMPLETE

"I'm sorry..."

Tears streamed down from his face, hiding the soft and quick breaths. This strong and emotional feeling... it was... it wasn't just nothing...

This was something...

A 'thing' he couldn't quite define it.

But that doesn't matter either way, what matters right now is HIS condition.

"Three?" SMG4 lifted his head, in the feet of shivering from a warm heart inside. His tender for the man gave back a sad look that he could not describe.

It must be so sad... losing visions and not even knowing what Three is giving that face right now...

With no such response, Four's arms leaned forward. Letting go of Three's hand, leisurely reaching for his face. He could feel a light touch of water from his gloves with his right hand caressing Three's cheek.

"You're- are you- are you- crying?" "N-no I'm not you idiot! I wasn't crying! Just- just- something got in my eye..."

Liar...

SMG4 thought, three wouldn't make up any excuses for that. He was Mostly bad at lying and would call him the "not-so-good-liar" whenever he lied back right in front of his face.

This was different, but he knows how Three acts this way. Even though his eyes are covered with an empty black void of nothingness, he knows SMG3 very well.

Sure, being linked with the other guardian's emotions was something. But it got him feeling slightly confused about how Three had a blasting fill with mixed emotions when he was with Four.

He doesn't quite get the number on this, why would Three cry? Why would he tho? Honestly, I'm thinking of which. He'd barely even see the man cry at other moments of his life with him.

Not just because of something stupid like- games, or- magazines of Justin Bieber thrown out¿ his other memes lik-

Wait a minute.

"OH- SH-T!" SMG4 Screamed, with his voice bouncing back from the sound of echoes in the room were heard.

"I'M SO SORRY FOR FORGETTING ABOUT TERRANCE- I know how much it hurts losing someone you meant to, a lot."

SMG3 gasped, getting himself pulled out from the chair and held tight from Four's arms hugging him in an uncomfortable position.

Into the front where SMG4 hugged him, Three placed both hands to the sides. Keeping his position stable. "You and Terrance seem so close..."

The tears had taken him aback, sure Terrance was his assistant. He was like a son to him. But it wasn't the reason that mattered just for it.

"He was my closest child than any other dead memes I've taken care of. Besides with any other children of mine that you killed..."

SMG3 glared down at the memory Four had done.

"It's... from the past... I've moved on already like I said." He dropped the subject, in mentions of Terrance. He couldn't bear to remember such painful memories and the fun times he and Terrance made.

But he couldn't blame SMG4 even tho he hated the man so much. "Do you... still hate me?" Four's hands shook, upset with the actions he'd done.

A long pause holds within the air, contemplating to himself if he would want to tell the truth, but he'd rather shove that marker up his ass if he would too.

SMG4 had been waiting for his response, holding his patience.

"SMG3?"

...

"I don't know."

When three tried to respond, he couldn't answer straight away. It felt like the words were choking his throat.

Unable to answer the most obvious things...

"What do you-" The man in white and blue spoke that us when suddenly abrupted their conversation.

A nerve-wracking scream from an Italian, barged into the room with a Mario Kart destroying the door.

With Three taking him on the cover, Four hugged himself. He didn't know how to react and if he did, what should he express? In what words will he put?

Four just stayed put, this is all enough for today. Everything that is happening puts a spiral on his head.

How could he- SMG3- protect his rival even tho they aren't enemies anymore?

Even tho they both hate each other, the nerve of wanting to kill one another, the HATE they both keep gaining.

But still, these actions that four had caused. Were still permanent from the things that he'd done to damage three.

How- why would SMG3 still help SMG4 after everything…?

“The door was locked.” The fat Italian hopped out of his broken kart, walking towards SMG4. SMG3 lets go of Four before Mario can even react. With each step the man’s footsteps took, Four listened to the sound of how it synched from the heart beating in his chest.

SMG3 took a step back but immediately tugged in hugging them both by Mario himself. “Mario’s-a-glad you both did it! But S-M-G-4…?” He shared glances between the two guardians, then to SMG4. He cupped his glove to Four’s right cheek, looking closer to see those grey eyes reflecting light from the ceiling.

“I’m alright Mario, you don't have to be worried.” “BUT MARIO SHOULD WORRY!” Smg3 eyed the fat Italian, he was four’s closest friend. A dearest one. When will he ever stop thinking about this jealousy that happens whenever Mario is near him when they’ve been both PRACTICALLY TOGETHER in some ways in a fight?

He didn’t want to keep on pressing buttons. He’ll just play the role that he’ll put through.

As a Meme Guardian with a bond to one another.

“Mario has been worried about you! Thinking if you barely even made it alive but you are! He thinks you could’ve died!” He screamed “MAMA” feeling the words bounce back from the thick walls. “MARIO THINKS YOU DIED AFTER GIVING EVERYTHING FROM YOUR POWER TO SAVE YOUR GAY FRIEND!” He started whining like a baby with his tears bursting out in the corner of his eyes.

Both of the meme guardians winced at Mario’s comment when the mention of ‘gay’ was heard.

“THE HELL? I’M NOT GAY FOR HIM YOU ASS!” SMG3 smacked off Mario’s head making it form into a completely flat folded face, he sat right beside SMG4. He didn’t know what he was doing at all. He never stopped and kept on doing so. (not just because to make sure he was there. It’s to keep him safe, and to remind that he’s already got his back.)

SMG3 covered his chest with both arms, his legs tilted on the other side where he could give foursome space of his own.

Mario is a good person. In some ways when it’s for his friends, he has a kind heart and a soft one when it’s with the ones he loves the most. But he couldn’t handle pain like how Three had dealt it with his way. It pities him.

“I’m okay now Mario like I said, I just lost my vision-” “Just lost? JUST LOST?” He threw out a “MOMA F-CKER” and ranted about what could’ve gotten worse than losing both eyes for sightseeing.

“Alright, red that's enough! Cut SMG4 some slack will you?” Meggy yanked off Mario’s back overall. “He doesn’t want to!!! He needs to be on his friend’s side! AAAA!!!!!” Mario tried to resist but ended up getting pulled out of the room.

…

And it’s just that. Once again the silence covered the room with thicker ones, both of the boys were far more speechless.

“What- what just happened…” SMG4 asked looking nowhere but upfront, SMG3 sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. “Mario is being the typical again.” SMG3 said with a slight kick of his right foot from the air.

But anyhow. Smg4 is lucky to have a friend like Mario, he knows it’s not much for the red man that could offer any good benefits but does come by very much to hang around with Four. What he’s worst at? No one knows.

If SMG3 were to think after Four has been fully recovered he can go back to the Peach’s castle and probably teach himself how to walk with a stick.

Now that’s a bit improper.

SMG3 thought, if he were to leave four right now they both are going to have such huge complications with each other or more than that- HIS PARTNER IS BLIND. So maybe the option of leaving right after is more of what a d-ckhead would do for a living, he may be a bastard for ruining and destroying Four’s life again and again. But now that he’d changed after giving up? He didn’t even care wherever four goes.

He thought he moved on already but some part of his guts pulled him close to his link. The connection he and his ex-rival shared was a bit of a match and the future’s destiny for them both to protect the universe. How would they both still use their meme energy powers even tho one is blind?

What’s worse? Leaving Four solves all of his problems now that he’s blind? Or literally, stay with him for the rest of his life?

It was an exception for him that he couldn’t even decide with his own choices. How could he, the Hero, be the one who risked his own life to save his mortal enemy?

“It hurts…”

It hurt him. How could he…? It wasn’t fair at all.

“You could’ve…” SMG3 turned his head to him. “Huh?” SMG4 never quite caught the attention of what Three ever wanted from his life, but now that he has done all that. Saving his eye, almost the result of his dying is a tragic way to think of now that you’d want to consider leaving the blind guy to deal with his own.

“You could’ve just left me out there…”

Four could’ve left three out there, back when Niles almost took out three’s right eye.

“And I didn’t, I saved you.” SMG4 calmly replied, brushing his fingers against the edge of the sheets. “I didn’t want to lose a friend of mine you know? That’s why I had to act it all out.”

“Do you still hate me?”

He recalled his words.

Despite everything, there were no words left to say in a sentence.

“Three…?” SMG4 wanted to look three in the eyes, but he couldn’t. The man didn’t answer.

“What was the reason?”

—-

SMG3 didn’t think through, he didn't know what words he could say to the man. Why must it be so hard for him to come up with the answer rather than just saying one word? Sure he hated the man for about so long now, but the problem of him is….

What exactly was the problem at this point?

Why does he still hate Four? Does he? Yes? No? What is taking him so long to respond?

He doesn’t know, of course,7 he doesn’t know. What else would be a better way to tell him?

“Three, the truth. Now.”

“I-” “I need to know if you still- please…” SMG3 stared at his faded white eyes, something about it made his body tingle in such a sensitive feeling that it wouldn’t let him look away.

Staring back at the man’s eyes just made him shiver, feel guilt, and feel the bottom of his pit hit him the most.

“Three….?” “I don’t know!” SMG3 cried out loud, both his knees now dropped down fully to the ground. Sobbing relentlessly waiting for what's going to happen next.

SMG4 stayed quiet, he didn’t know what words he could say to him but listened.

Three moved towards Four while both of his knees were down on the floor, now holding both of Four’s hands.

“I- I hated you since before…. When we were enemies, back when I tried to steal away your videos, back before this happened, and even taking it back from the past. I’m not even sure what to think about it anymore. If I still do or not.”

SMG4 is easy to hate on, his stupid antics, his stupid sh-ts that were tossed again and again, he was just as miserable as Three is. They could never understand each of their signals. It already messed them both up one time, it could have gotten even worse if Four pushed more buttons and double-jointed his trick up his sleeve.

He can’t blame SMG4 after assuming he’d be doing something wrong during his uprising popularity. He was the bad guy, always has. Why else would Three expect that things are okay now between him and Four even after the stupid cruel things he did to him?

“You were an -sshole, I was a f-cking disaster… I don’t even have any idea what made you still stay close here with me after the things I did…” He spat out the words from his throat, he couldn’t believe the words he was saying out loud in front of him.

Three felt the tears from his eyes wouldn’t go away. He tried to stop this heartbreaking, tried to hold it inside of him yet he failed once again. “But I-I don’t hate you anymore…” Four looked at the man in worry. “I gave up on being evil like I said, I couldn’t blame you for assuming… You still see me the way how you always do.”

“I’ll… never be… good enough…”

Four brushed the tears away with two thumbs softly pressing to his cheeks. “You’re already good enough, to me… To everyone in here isn’t that already enough for you?” He leaned closer, bumping his forehead onto his partner.

“I may have been a b-tch to you and everything that I did. It was my fault too, not yours only so don’t blame yourself.” he ran both of his arms through his back slowly feeling each other’s breath.

Three spotted his lips, staring, gazing, and slowly… started to get closer finding an opportunity to kiss his lips. SMG4 could feel his soft lips touching his, the burning sensation, hearts now collided together. The fluttering feeling from his stomach and his heart hammering. Four closed his eyes, seeing imaginative colors whirling yellow, blue, purple, and red

The combination of blue and Purple made an amazing explosion pulsing of Indigo.

He loved this feeling, he needed this feeling, they both carved their names to each other’s souls knowing that they belonged together. They finally pulled each other apart after that kiss, it was magical, it was emotional, breathtaking…

Three covered his mouth in shock at what he had just done, it started with making sure the guy was safe then kissing his lips. Does it even matter anymore? What is this strange feeling that wrapped him around? Is this the meaning of love? Did he do it after 8 years of his rivalry with the most important and loving person right in front of him?

To experience the feeling of Love?

Four was too stunned to speak with his mouth open, his eyes were in shock. His cheeks were tinted red, therefore started questioning his life between SMG3 He never thought much of it but now that he does, he was left with so many thoughts about it.

He never thought falling in love with his arch nemesis was soon to discover each of their tainted mistakes.

“I- I’m sorry- I-I- didn’t know what came over me- Four I can-” SMG4 quirked up his cheeky grin and started giggling, by a low sound of his giggle grew louder. He started tearing up in tears of laughter. “Why are you laughing dumb-ass?!” furrowed eyebrows formed from the man in purple, the confusion on his face says it all.

Mixed Feelings sent signals to his brain, he now wasn’t sure if Four was even joking around or laughing at him. “Are you making fun of me?” “N-no!” SMG4 flicked a tear from the corner of his eye.

“I was laughing because I never thought you’d also feel the same, it took us more than five more years just to understand…” “Understand what?” SMG3’s body stiffened after four rested both hands on his biceps. “This that we had a falling… both of us falling in love with each other at the worst moments to start.” Four smiled at Three now finally understanding what the man meant.

Three joined in, and both waves of laughter escaped out of the room’s atmosphere. They both are different, but love is always here. Unconditionally giving them strength, growing stronger day by day without even realizing it.

Love may be blind but it couldn’t be hidden. When push came to shove, his heart landed on the Blue man, and he did as well. SMG3 started hugging Four even more tightly. “Thank you…” SMG4 lowered his hand going down to place it to the man’s waist. “I’ll be here, always…. I’ll watch over you, I’ll take care of everything…”

“Woah now, didn’t expect you had this soft side honestly I wouldn’t mind… wait- taking care of me?” SMG3 placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “SMG1 told me I should look out and watch over you more often now. I don’t know why or what he meant about that, I wouldn’t mind honestly. At least I get to check up on you.”

SMG4 smiled weakly, he knew something that Three didn’t.

What images he could describe when SMG1 told Four about what his arm looked like, even when Three is around now that he checks up on Four? He’ll surely know about this sooner or later.

In other ways, he won’t tell him about this just yet.

“So, does this mean we’re both- uhh… you know?” SMG4 asked while holding Three’s hand. Three smiled back at him. “Yes, we are, unless… You don’t want to?” Three smirked making four roll his eyes now both of them flirting.

“Alright-alright we’re alright now, stop playing with my feelings.”

-- THE END --

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gentle giant | Konig x medic!reader |

chapter 5

warnings: abduction, non-consenual drugging, language.

summary: little bird is trapped in the cat's jaws with only one way out - into the belly of the beast.

w/c: 2.1

a/n: hello again! I'm really looking forward to this chapter and the next! I wanted to be a little extra care in this chapter. I'll be putting together a master list to pin to my page if that'll be easier. Oh! Do me a solid and reblog if you like this series! Final part coming soon! Thank you!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 |

The air had changed. With the news of your clear abduction quickly spreading across the base, the reality of both the 141 and KorTac’s failure weighed heavy on each of their shoulders. Soap’s playful demeanor was reduced to silence. Gaz didn’t know what else to do with himself besides try to keep himself busy cleaning his weapons multiple times consecutively. Price holed himself in his office, chain smoking countless of his precious cigars. No one knew where Simon was, but some say they could hear firing out in the yard at odd hours of the night. As for Kӧnig, he hadn’t slept in days. He hadn’t stepped foot out of your office. In the beginning, he couldn’t help his rage, taking it out on his surroundings -- the bookshelves, the files, anything. Quickly, the guilt settled in and he just as quickly began to try to put your office back to how he remembered it was.

Konig sat in his same chair, staring at the emptiness in yours’. He sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together and clenched. He stared into that empty space, the rage still bubbling in his chest. Slowly, the rage began to bleed into anxiety and fear. You’ve been missing for two days. You could be anywhere, a different country, a completely other continent. Anywhere. Konig’s hands became fists in his lap. Millions of questions swirled in his head. Were you hurt? Were you even alive? Who took you, and what did they want with you? And as if the universe heard him, the bearer of answers stopped in the doorframe, not quite daring to enter, just as Konig had done many times.

Konig’s cyan eyes caught on his stature, the 141’s loyal captain. From sight alone, Konig could see John was having as difficult a time as him, maybe even more so. In his hands held a bottle of whiskey along with two glasses in the other.

“Mind some company?” John said gruffly.

Konig sat up a little straighter and shook his head. John sighed, placing the glasses on the desk. He sat on the creaking wood, as if confirming they both knew that the other chair belonged only to you. Handing Konig a glass before taking his own, John took a slow sip. Konig carefully moved the glass under his hood, his lips coming to press against the lukewarm glass.

“I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you,” John finally broke the silence, “but neither have you, Colonel.”

Konig nearly choked from hearing his formal title. John chuckled, setting his glass down.

“I-I don’t like to mention my title, it makes people act on false intentions,” Konig explained.

John waved dismissively, “now need to explain it to me, soldier. We all learn to play our cards close to our chests. Just in this case, I lost more than I looked to gain in the first place.”

Konig looked at the older man in confusion, “what do you mean, Captain?”

John’s eyes glazed over, “I never told you why we were here, did I?”

“No, but I figured you were all on the run,” Konig said. “And that it had something to do with Maus.”

John’s eyes lit up hearing Konig’s name for you as he took another sip.

“Wren, she saw something she was never supposed to see,” John frowned. “Something that goes all the way up to the top. Something that lacks all honor that those sods tried their damn best to bury it. But Wren found it, and it dug it all back for them. And so they planned to do what they always do-”

“They’re going to kill her,” Konig said, dread sinking into every ounce of his being.

John frowned before finally nodding., “but your comrades seem to think they’ve fulfilled their end of the bargain. They left, off to the next highest payer. You’re the only one who stayed. Which is why I came to you.”

The two men could ignite wildfires with the heat of their gazes toward each other.

“Are you with us on this? Will you help us get our bird back?” John said with all seriousness.

Konig’s eyes narrowed, “you have me, Captain.”

John nodded, standing on his two feet, “good, we move out at dawn. Get ready.”

“I’m always ready, Captain.”

“I will see you soon, kleine maus.”

↭

The ringing in your ears refused to cease. Your eyelids feel heavy, most likely swollen. Your entire body ached, your wrists and ankles bound tightly together, the zipties digging into your open skin. You laid on your side, your head limply laying on what felt like leather. You tried your best to tune your ears to what was around you. You wiggled trying to find something that could tell you where you were. Your throat felt so dry that even if you tried to speak you worried it would crack and bleed. You groaned, forcing your eyes to open to blinding sunlight. You were in a car, that much made sense. You laid on the back seat, the leather seats sticking to your clammy skin.

You squint your eyes to see the dusty blonde head of hair over the driver’s seat. You blinked in confusion, trying to piece together how you got here in the back seat of this mystery car driven by a complete stranger. Your memory came back to you like an unwelcome friend. You remember the struggle, the bruise you were sure going to get from being thrown back onto the desk. The sickly sweet smell of whatever chemical your abductor used to put you under. The back of Konig’s head as he left to see what Price wanted.

Rage burst into you heart as you tried your best to pull against your restraints, only to find yourself weak.

“It’s useless,” the man you thought you knew as Richards said in an annoying sing-song voice. “The drug won’t wear off for another few hours. Don’t waste what little energy you have, sweetheart.”

You glared up at the rear view mirror, finding the man’s eyes peering back at you with amusement.

“Who are you? Where are you taking me?” You growl.

“We’re going back to my place,” he smiled as if saying this to his date, “then you’re going to tell me everything you know, and then, I’ll kill you.”

You felt your blood run cold at his words. Your eyes narrowed.

“Shepherd sent you.”

“Ah! There’s that sharp cunningness Shepherd told me all about!”

You glared at the man with a stare of thousand daggers. This gaze did little to faze your abductor as his smile never left his smug face.

“Why not just kill me? Save yourself the trouble,” you said.

“Ah, where would the fun be in that!” The man said, sounding like he was going on a day out at a theme park and not like a man who was your executioner.

“No, I intend on taking my time with you,” he said, his gaze connecting with your own, letting you see the true darkness in his eyes.

You fell silent, instead trying to look outside to try to get a clue on where you were, or how far you could be from base. From Konig. You could feel your stomach drop as the tall Austrian popped into your mind. Did he know you were gone? Was he even looking for you? In the end, he was part of KorTac, a company not renowned for loyalty to one agency. But…Konig was different. He was caring, empathetic and kind. If the two of you had enough time, you could find out why such a quiet soul could be in such a messy business. But then again, so were you.

“You won’t get far,” you said with a huff. “You have no idea who’s coming for you.”

“Correction: I know exactly who's coming for me, little bird,” Richards said. “And I’m counting on it.”

You brow furrowed at his words, making him snicker, “you really think Shephard would just let their insubordination go? Come on, you can’t be that naive!”

“Shut up-”

“You know, I should really thank you, not only do I get to take out the 141, but now KorTac’s finest? Ugh, it’s like Christmas morning,” Richards sighed.

You lurch forward in a rage, “you leave Konig out of this!”

“Oh, like you did?” Richards cocked a brow. “If my memory serves me right, it was because of you that KorTac even got dragged into this mess. And it will be because of you that your beloved Konig will die.”

You felt your chest begin to tighten in panic as the thought of everyone you ever loved, ever cared about being reduced to nothing but cold flesh all in your name. You begin to struggle against your restraints, pulling at them wildly.

“Ah, doctor?” Richards said.

You look up at the man and in a split second you catch the small almost travel size bottle in his large hand before Richard squeezed the little trigger. You recoiled back but to no avail, the mysterious potion infiltrated and coating your throat. You cough violently, your vision beginning to swim.

“Trust me, it would be best if you sit this part out. Easier for both of us,” Richard smirked. “Sweet dreams, little bird.”

You fell onto you back with a groan, eyes rolling back up to the roof of the car. You fought to keep your eyes open but only to be swallowed back into the darkness.

↭

73.

73 hours since you’ve been abducted. As each hour passed, your trail got colder and Konig became more restless. This was clear with his foul attitude that no one could dare miss. What was left of the men on the base sat around a makeshift table with schematics scattered across it. Konig stood hunched over, his palms supporting his weight on the table. Price stood at the head of the table, Ghost to his right, Gaz to his left. Soap had tried his best to try to keep Konig cool so he stayed a safe but supportive distance close to Konig.

“What you know is that Shephard all but lost most of his clean contacts to DC, so there’s a good chance he won’t be able to smuggle her into the States,” Gaz said with arms crossed.

“That doesn’t completely squash the possibility,” said Ghost.

“But would he even go through the trouble? I mean if he’s already got what he wants. Why drag it out?” Gaz said.

“You’re right, if he was smart, she’s long dead,” Ghost said matter of factly.

The wood of the table creaked under Konig’s fist at the mention of the idea. Soap leaned over.

“That’s not going to happen, because we’re gonna get to the fucker first,” Soap said.

Price agreed, “Soap is right. If there’s one thing I know about that snake is that he likes to play with his food. He won’t just kill her quickly.”

“That doesn’t make it better,” Konig said, finally standing to his full height, effectively dwarfing the rest of the men. “There must be some sort of lead of where she could have been taken.”

“He’ll want to take care of this quietly and under the radar,” Gaz said.

“Slimy bastard won’t even come to do it himself most likely,” Ghost scoffed. “Won’t want to get his hands dirty, ‘why he sent that fucker.”

“And we know he’s petty-”

“That much is clear,” Soap rolled his eyes. “The bellhead chased across half of fucking Europe.”

“So he’ll take her to a place that holds some kind of memory, maybe?” Gaz shrugged.

Price’s eyes shot wide with realization, “Las Almas.”

These words caught 141's attention.

“Would he really be that obvious?” Soap said.

“Or stupid,” Ghost chimed in.

“But that’s exactly wants,” Price said, “he’ll want to take this back to ground zero: Las Almas.”

“What’s in Las Almas?” Konig asked.

“It’s where we first found out how dirty Shepherd liked to play,” Soap grunted. “Evidently he slipped out of our hands, until Wren found data suggesting his whereabouts and what’s been keeping the sorry fucker busy. Guess he didn’t want anyone poking around in his business again.”

“And you think he’s taken Maus there?” Konig said.

“It’s our only lead,” Price sighed, hands gripping his vest.

Konig sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly before nodding his head, “then we shall go.”

“And luckily for us, we have friends on the other side,” Ghost smirked underneath his mask.

“Los Fuerzas Especiales,” Soap smirked looking up at Konig, “Mexican Special Forces. They owe us a bit of a favor.”

Konig looked back to Price who almost looked at him as if to give him the word. Konig stoney gaze didn’t waver.

“No more waiting. We leave tonight.”

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April 17th member messages

I managed to get the post translated by a native speaker for better accuracy and less meaning getting lost by google translate being confused by idioms and such.

I believe that we, international fans, deserve to get the same closure.

RUKI

At the end, he said, "I want the GazettE to be eternal."

What did he mean by eternity?

I think he hopes that the view that Reita himself saw from the stage in 2023 will continue forever.

The view he saw with his fans.

The happy faces of his fans.

The view where we could all shout together.

That is a treasure that can't be replaced by anything else.

I think he wanted those moments to last forever.

I remember him saying he wanted to perform a concert as soon as possible.

Even now as an adult, he was a kind and passionate man who could honestly say, "Even when I'm having a bad day, I have the most fun when I get together with the band members like this and laugh."

He was a kind and passionate man who could honestly say that.

I loved that honesty.

We used to jokingly tell each other every birthday that we should take care of each other's health every year, and this year is no different.

The band will never be four people.

No matter what anyone says.

You're the only bass player in our band.

I believe that [your] spirit will always be right next to me.

You can feel it even if you can't see it.

The living proof that you've built up the GazettE up until now will never disappear and will always live on.

I believe that, and I want to make sure that the soul of the GazettE is right next to me.

I'll keep singing next to you so that your spirit can be right next to mine.

I will never become the GazettE that Reita hates.

I won't make you feel sad.

I believe that we all live in a finite world, but the soul is something that never disappears.

Reita's soul, the members' souls, mine.

And the fans.

I want to continue performing in such a way that everyone who loves me [/ us] like this will want to come to the stage forever, even if they become just souls.

Therefore, only with each and every one of our fans we can create the view that he wished would be eternal.

That's why I want things to remain unchanged and him to remain there.

Rather than people looking at him and being sad, I think he would want people to remember him as being great.

We are more determined than ever to protect this band.

We'll make the eternity Reita wished to come true.

So, Reita, come to our gigs from heaven every time without hesitation.

Your spot will always be there.

We're going to be extremely busy from now on.

I'll contact you again when the schedule is fixed.

URUHA

To all the fans who have supported Reita so far,

He has been a tremendous support for everyone and for me.

I myself have not been able to accept the fact that he is no longer with us and that we will not be able to stand on stage together.

There may be many things that I will gradually come to understand in the future.

I strongly feel that I need to have the strength to look forward and move forward now, because if I remain in sorrow, I will not be able to fulfill his wish for eternity.

And I believe that the path he has taken with everyone so far has been invaluable to him, and I think it will live on in everyone's and my heart for a long time to come.

He has given so much and has been with us for so long that he is and will forever remain our best friend.

Please keep all the words, memories and love he left behind in your hearts.

Reita will continue to exist and live on in everyone's hearts.

We would like to thank everyone who has supported the GazettE's Reita so far.

AOI

For a long time now, the members and a few staff have been doing a lot of different jobs, "this and that", but I wanted to do anything but write this.

There have been moments in the past when I felt like giving up on my dream.

Each time, we discussed it again and again, and sometimes we pushed our backs [and supported each other] so they wouldn't give up.

It was because we were such a band that the GazettE was able to keep going without stopping.

Reita, you are not the one who should wish for eternity, you are the one who is supposed to connect eternity.

I can't say to you, "I'll carry the burden [of connecting the eternity] for you", that's not a cool line.

I wanted to play more music with you, I wanted to see more of the world with you.

Any view is great when you see it with us five, surrounded by fans.

I don't know, there are so many things I want to say, but it's just too painful that none will be a reality.

Anyway, when I go over there, I'm going to start scolding you. I know you'll miss us since we're suddenly gone, but until then, just rest up.

I have a few more things to do over here.

Thank you for walking this long road together. Please rest in peace.

KAI

For me, Reita is an immeasurably big presence, I was saved by many of his words and sounds, he is the mood maker for the band, and all I can remember is how much fun he is, and above all, how he shined on stage.

He is our best and only rhythm partner.

That has never changed and will never change.

I will continue to carry his thoughts on my shoulders and continue the GazettE with even greater determination.

Finally, to all the fans and everyone involved who have supported us for 22 years.

Thank you very much.

And from now on, we would like to continue to run with the five of us without changing our thoughts and feelings.

Reita,

Thank you for your hard work.

I will continue to protect the GazettE with the same feelings and many friends… I promise.

I don't want those 22 years [with you] to be in vain, there are a lot of friends that are waiting for us.

You should definitely show up at the gigs too!

Let's have a good drink again.

#the gazette #reita #the meaning remains the same for the most part but there were parts that raised confusion or some speculations #with that i'm logging off again

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blankiebloo · 10 months

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Omg ok. Can you do a fic about Xiao being REALLY shy around the reader, but the reader thinks that he just doesn't like them. Then one day the reader accidently confesses to him??????? 🤭

Oh my gosh....YES!

"Who said?"

Shy!Xiao x Gn!Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warning(s): one curse word, reader is kind of awkward

It was a beautiful day in Liyue, and what better time to spend it than at Wangshu Inn? Walking up the stairs to the third floor balcony you see the Adeptus that you've been wanting to see for the whole week: Xiao.

"Xiao!" You call out, walking over to him with an excited smile.

In response to the sound of your voice, he calmly looks back at you from over his shoulder, though he doesn't say a word.

"How was your day?"

You walk over to stand next to him, but now, he just won't look at you. Tilting your head to the side to try and see his face, you notice that he seems a little bit nervous, and he keeps turning his head away from your view.

Xiao just won't look at you, and you trying to get a better view at his face is not helping him; though when you stop he can't help but look over to you and-

"Are you alright, Xiao?" You ask softly, your face right next to his.

His eyes widen, and out of embarrassment his face flushes red.

He moves back instantly, mist forming around him as he disappears and reappears away from you.

"I'm fine." He says quickly, hiding his face from you with his hand, though it doesn't do well to hide his embarrassed blush.

"I've got to go.." He said quickly before disappearing once again, leaving you alone on the third floor balcony of Wangshu Inn.

You watch as he disappears, a small bit of disappointment rises in you at the fact you didn't get more time with him today, you don't blame him though, he's busy, but surely you'll get a better conversation tomorrow!

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The next day you quickly head to Wangshu Inn, walking up the steps and towards Xiao. You walk up right next to him, gently tapping his shoulder and waving at him.

"Hello! Are you free now?" You ask, tilting your head slightly.

"Free?" He repeated your words with a confused look, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Yeah...you said you had to go yesterday. Were you not busy?" You'd like to think he was and that he wasn't just avoiding you, but he could've.

"I wasn't busy." He replied bluntly and turned his head forward, looking out at Dihua Marsh.

You stare at him, slightly shocked but what did you expect? He's a Yaksha, he's met over a millennium of people, why would you be any special?

While you're getting lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize that you've been staring at Xiao and your stare is making him slightly nervous. His face is starting to turn red and now he can't help but look back at you only to see your slightly hurt expression.

"[Name]? Are you alright...you've been staring at me for a while" Xiao's voice suddenly pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Ah- My apologies," you clear your throat and turn your head away.

You clear your throat and turn your back to him and he follows by turning to face you.

"I should get going, I don't want to take up too much of your time"

"Too much of my time?" Xiao questions, crossing his arms as his eyebrows furrow. "What could you possibly mean by that-"

"See you later." You wave goodbye and walk down the Inn's stairs, deciding to take a walk and clear your mind.

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Walking through Dihua Marsh and towards stone gate is surprisingly a lot longer than you expected; especially when you keep getting stopped by this group of treasure hoarders keep following you and trying to attack you. But to make matters even worse...you forgot to bring your weapon.

'Why haven't the Millelith taken care of these guys yet?' You thought to yourself as you keep trying to dodge their darts and other attacks, though your dodging doesn't work for long. Suddenly, you trip over your own feet, falling flat on your face. One of the treasure hoarders laugh, walking over to you and stepping on your head.

"Maybe this will teach you not to mess around with the treasure hoarders," he says and laughs.

You can already hear another one of them loading up their crossbow and getting ready to shoot at you. 'This is it,' you think. 'This is how I'm going to die.' Until somebody suddenly swoops in, attacking the treasure hoarders and getting them away from you.

The person helps you up and you immediately recognize it's Xiao, as soon as you look up at him it makes your heart flutter, the way he's standing there reminds you of those moments from the light novels you read.

You stare at him until he clears his throat. "Why didn't you call out for me?" He asks with slight agitation in his tone. "If I wasn't watching, you would've been dead by now."

"I thought you didn't like me, or at least were mad at me," you say, looking away from him as you realize how childish that answer is.

"Didn't like you? What do you mean, of course I like you."

He looks at you with confusion, and on sudden impulse at his words you confess your feelings to him, "Well not the way I like you! You don't like me in the same way!"

"You don't think about holding hands, kissing or-" "What?"

Oh shit- Your eyes widen and you cover your mouth with your hand. Your cheeks turn bright red and you stand up, turning your back to him out of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, forget I even said anything," You quickly apologize and go to walk away until Xiao stops you by grabbing your wrist.

"Who said I don't like you in that way?" He asks, his voice soft and his eyes narrowed on you.

"What?" You look back at him, only for him to immediately turn his head away and cover his blushing face with his free hand.

"Who said I don't like you in that way?" He repeats, closing his eyes for a moment and letting go of your wrist. He clears his throat and looks back at you, extending out his hand for you to take. "Come, let's head back to the Inn."

A/N: Hello! I'm so sorry that this took so long! I just wanted to take my time on this and not rush. I really hope this was enjoyable, and I really appreciate your time!

This also took me a tiny while because I originally had it to where reader teases Xiao a lot, but then I reread the request and realized that I was doing it wrong T^T But it is done now, and as always, if you'd like to send me a request, please read this first!

Thank you everyone for your time and enjoying my works, Blank out~♡

#blank writes!♡#genshin fluff #genshin angst #genshin angst to fluff #genshin x gn!reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #xiao fluff #xiao angst #xiao angst to fluff #xiao x gn!reader #xiao x reader #xiao x you

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suckerforcate · 1 year

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Saw you're taking requests!

Can I request Larisa Weems x f!reader where reader lost a bet and have to do a dare where they have to do a sexy dance in front of Larissa and of course Larisa kinda enjoyed it yet pretends to be mad by it so having them to come to her office later on when in fact Larissa will 'punish' her!

Punishment

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Word Count: 2120

Warning: NSFW, 18+, fingering, nipple play, cunnilingus, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, mistress kink (?)

A/n: So I really hope you like it, I feel like I'm not that good at writing this kind of smut. I do really like the beginning though! <3

"Yeah, I know. I lost, how many times do you want to say that?" You playfully slapped Aden's arm.

Aden was your favourite colleague and probably a friend by now. The only problem was, that you knew he could be ruthless, and you'd lost a bet against him.

"Well, have you already thought about the dare you're gonna punish me with?" Aden's eyes lit up and a devilish smirk appeared. You knew this look, you were in deep shit.

"I've thought, it's time for you to act on that little crush of yours." He was talking about Larissa, your boss. Actually you had sworn yourself to specifically not act on that crush, because, well, she was your boss.

"You're going to visit the Principle and do a sexy dance in front of her, best on her lap." Your eyes widened before you hid your face in your hands. This was a disaster, you thought he wanted you to flirt a bit, ask her out. Anything, but not this.

"Aden, you are unbelievable. I'm gonna get myself fired."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. She'll love it." He winked at you and gently pushed you toward the door. You turned around and looked at him, shocked.

"You want me to do it now? I'm not prepared, at all!" He huffed and just pushed you more.

"You don't need to prepare, just use your innate charm." He followed you and waited outside the office. Of course, he wanted to know how it went immediately. He didn't mind waiting.

With shaking hands, you knocked, and it felt like your heart beat out of your chest as Larissa called you in. With even shakier legs you entered. Your breath hitched as you saw Larissa. She looked as beautiful as ever and smiled kindly as she saw you enter.

"(Y/n), how can I help you?" You slowly approached, walking around the desk until you stood in front of her. Her eyes never leaving you.

"I'm really sorry, Principle. I've lost a bet against Aden." Larissa looked quite confused, as she didn't understand what you were apologising for. She didn't know, until you started dancing.

Slowly you moved your hips, eyes never leaving hers. Your hands roaming up and down your hips and waist, you tucked the emerald green blouse you were wearing out of your pants and started unbuttoning the blouse a little at the top. Just so much that you were still covered, but that Larissa could see enough.

Larissa's face had changed from utterly confused to a mix of anger and amusement in seconds. She couldn't deny that your actions did arouse her. She felt her fingers twitch, wanting to touch you and expose more flesh. But she kept her self-control and didn't move a bit.

While still swinging your hips you took a few steps forward to be closer to Larissa. She just couldn't keep her hands anymore, she put them on your waist and slowly guided your movements. As sexy as possible you crawled onto her lap a leg on each side of her. Your face incredibly close to hers. Larissa leaned forward a bit, her mouth right next to your ear. You had to support yourself somehow, or you would have caved in, your hand landing on her chest. She had wanted to say something, but your hand placement made the words get stuck in her throat. The self-controlled woman she is, in mere seconds she had found her voice again. It came out husky and deep, controlling and a little angry even.

"I think I need to punish you, for being such a bratty little girl, don't you think so?" You eagerly nodded, maybe a bit too eager.

"Come to my room this evening, and you'll get what you deserve. Now leave, before I'll lose it." She planted a gentle but hungry kiss on your exposed shoulder, a little foretaste of what would come later.

You stood up and left, feeling her eyes on you the whole time. Outside the office, Aden looked at you expectantly. Smirking as her saw your opened blouse.

"Not one word." You said, leaving for your room, knees still pudding. You couldn't believe what had just happened and the thought of this evening made you shiver with anticipation.

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Standing in front of Larissa's room you felt your knees nearly cave in. The day had been torture, concentrating on work, knowing what would happen in the evening. You hadn't finished half the work you wanted.

After a few second Larissa opened the door, she was still in her normal clothes. Even though she had taken the coat off, leaving her with a white silk blouse and her skirt. You didn't move, just staring at her. She was way too beautiful to be real.

"I'm flattered (Y/n), but that won't get you anywhere today." She took your wrist and pulled you in, you stood right in the middle Larissa's living room, but couldn't get a good look as she dragged you to her bedroom. She had a king-sized bed, with a big wooden headboard, graced with golden ornaments.

The sheets were cream, and you counted at least six pillows.

"Be a good girl and sit down on the bed." You obeyed, ready to do anything this woman asked of you. You saw her walking over to a drawer, getting some things. Though you couldn’t see them as she put them down on a chair out of your view.

Her voice was demanding and yet gentle. You knew you had the control, if you said stop, she would stop.

"Take of your clothes, not your underwear. That I'll do myself." She smirked at you while bluntly staring at you undress. Your blouse as well as the pants landed on the floor, and you kicked it out of the way. Larissa approached you, hands on your hips and pushed you down onto the bed. She hoovered above you and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You've been a very bad girl, haven't you? You need to be taught a lesson." You nodded into her shoulder, as you felt her hand slowly wander down your stomach into your panties. Your whole body twitched at the contact of her cold fingers between your folds. She ran through them a few times before taking her hand out and licking her fingers.

"Your so wet already, is that all for me?"

"Yes, mistress." She chuckled at that.

"I like that, keep being such a good girl, and maybe I'll reward you in the end." You felt your centre throb more with every word she said. The effect this woman had on you was crazy.

She lowered her face and liked your nipples a few times before taking them in her mouth. You moaned at her hungry sucking and licking. She used her other hand to caress your other breast. Right as you were about to moan again she bit down on your nipple, lightly but enough for you to scream out at the sudden pain.

"Remember, this is punishment. Don't enjoy yourself too much." She looked at you, stern look on her face. But you could see raw, unfiltered lust in her eyes.

With a swift motion she released you of your panties. She stood up and went to the chair coming back with handcuffs and silk rope in hand. You got exited just seeing this. The sweet angel that Larissa actually is, her face and voice became kind again.

"Are you okay with me tying you up, (Y/n)?" Her face showed you, that she'd never actually hurt you, so you nodded.

"Yes, do it." So she did, with gentle touches she cuffed your hands to the headboard and your feet to the footboard. Regularly checking in on you, asking if nothing was too tight and if you were still feeling alright. After she was finished and sure of your well-being, she turned dominant and commanding again.

She sat down between your spread out legs and lightly stroked over your clit a few times, already making you a moaning mess under her. To your disappointment she stopped before it got too good. But all was forgiven as you saw her lean down, ready to eat you out. The second her tongue touched your clit, you let out a groan. You had never felt anything comparable to this feeling. She liked up and down your folds, tasting you as good as she could.

"You taste divine, Darling." You nearly moaned again, just because of the let name. You knew your first orgasm would come fast, as you were already absolutely worked up for her. She teased your entrance a bit with her tongue and then rubbed your clot with the tip of her tongue. Always touching you in some way, but never giving you real release. This was punishment after all.

Still, just the teasing brought you near the edge, ready to come. She felt that, she heard your moans getting louder and your legs twitching. Your hip thrusting forward to get any sort of friction or release. So right before you could come, she stopped.

"Ah, Mistress, please... I need to come!"

"But you won't." With that she stood up and went to grab something. As she turned around, your eyes widened. She held a massive vibrator in her hand. She approached you and pushed the vibrator into you. Just that made you moan out in pure pleasure. She started the vibrator, on a low level, to torture you even further.

"You will not come. Hold it in until I tell you otherwise." You wanted to say something, but she shushed you with a hungry kiss. Placing kisses on your neck down to your shoulder and finally on your breasts, liking and sucking on them, she made it even harder to hold the orgasm back. You clenched your jaw but couldn't hold the screams in. Larissa stopped caressing you and stood up. Slowly, torturously slow, she started to undress. You just couldn't keep your eyes off her body. The vibrator inside of you working you up more and more, eliciting moan after moan. It got harder and harder to not come, her show in front of you not making it easier.

As she was fully undressed, she crawled onto the bed and carefully climbed on top your face, a leg on each side of your face. She lowered herself until your mouth touched her nearly dripping centre. As you started licking her pussy she leaned forward and pulled the vibrator out of you, eliciting yet another moan from you. Carefully she touched your clit with the tip of the vibrator, your hips buckled underneath the touch, your tongue never stopping to pleasure her. She turned up the level of the vibrator.

"Oh god, (Y/n). Just like that, and don't you dare come." She was a moaning mess above you and quite honestly you had never seen anything hotter in your life. All while being eaten out, Larissa took the vibrator away from your throbbing clit and placed it on it again. Repeating this again and again, denying you the much-needed release through an orgasm.

"Ah, more, I'm close." She groaned your name and held the vibrator down onto your clit again, with more pressure this time. It was nearly unbearable.

"(Y/n) I'm coming, I want you to come at the same time as me." Larissa's moans grew loader and deeper, and you felt her thighs clench together around your face. She came and finally you got release too. With a scream you came, never had you felt an orgasm so intense. But Larissa didn't take the vibrator away. She climbed off of you and placed herself between your thighs again.

"Mistress, please. I'm too sensitive." Inserting a finger into you and pumping it in and out slowly, she looked at you.

"You can do it, come on. Just one more orgasm for your Mistress. Scream for me." And you did, at first it felt sore and uneasy but after just a few seconds the pleasure took over.

She applied even more pressure with the vibrator and thrust her fingers in and out of you faster. You moaned and screamed her name in pure ecstasy.

"Oh, Larissa. Mistress I'm coming."

"Yes, come on my fingers." With a last scream of her name you came. Completely exhausted you smiled at Larissa. She immediately turned into an angel again. Uncuffing you and cleaning you up. She neatly tucked you into bed and lay down beside you.

"I hope, I wasn't too harsh, love." She looked at you, concern in her eyes.

"No, it's fine. I promise." With that you fell asleep in her arms.

#gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #wlw #larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa x reader #wednesday #principle weems #wednesday netflix #wednsday addams #smut

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Hidden Truth

♡ Pairing: Connor Rk800 x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You’ve tried to deny the growing feelings for a certain android, but you can’t keep holding it all inside.

♡ Warnings: angst, fluff

"Where you going?" Connor called out, curious as to where the Lieutenant was rushing to.

Hank tipped his head back, gulping down a lot of alcohol, trying to finish it off before he got to the car.

"To get drunker!" He called back, answering Connors suspicion on where he was headed. The bar.

Seeming frustrated and at a rough patch with the Lieutenant's relationship, Connor re adjusted his tie and turned slowly to the lingering figure leaning against the railing.

Someone who had been silent through Hank and his argument. Connor tilted his head, trying to read their body language. The LED spun yellow, quickly returning to a ocean blue, before he moved closer.

The crisp cool air bit at her cheeks, snowflakes clinging to her long brunette hair. She was lost, unsure of everything at this point. Her mind remained a puzzle that was impossible to finish.

"Is everything okay Detective (L/N)?" Connor asked softly. She seemed more timid, concerned etched all over her face.

Connor was right by her now, leaning against the rail with her, glancing back and fourth from the view and her blank expression. His arm almost touched hers, just the right amount of distance in between.

She took a deep breath, trying so hard to hold everything back. Her chest tightened, all her internal battles begging to be released.

"I'm so tired." She confessed, her voice quiet and shaky.

Connor let his gaze fall to his palms, taking a moment before responding.

"Then you should get some rest Detective. Allow me to take you ho—" Connor started but was interrupted.

"That's not what I mean't.. Ya know what.. Never mind." She said, her voice dropping at the end.

"You seem troubled. Talk to me." Connor told her, wanting her to lift her eyes to meet his, but she kept her face down, not trusting herself to not break if she gazed into his gentle browns.

"I've been thinking about that one night." She started, Connor leaned in closer letting her know that he was listening. "The night that I kissed you on your cheek.."

Connor's LED spun yellow for a second, remembering how her lips felt on his synthetic skin. He couldn't find the right words for that moment, so instead stayed silent.

(Y/N) glanced up while Connor was staring forward into the river, she waited until his LED went a calm blue before continuing.

"I've had no one for a long time, and.. I've realized that I don't feel alone anymore." She confessed, making Connor tilt his head once more, his LED spinning from yellow to blue. “I guess I’m just a bit overwhelmed from it all, ya know?”

Her telling him this, she couldn’t help but feel a weight be lifted off her chest. Even if the feeling wasn’t reciprocated.

"I don't know exactly what I feel for you, you probably think it's ridiculous. But I can't help how I feel." She said, her cheeks glistening with trails of tears. "I care about you, and want to be with you forever. You make me happy, you’ve helped me out of this dark patch that I’ve been stuck in for so long."

She had finished, letting the tears run in a steady stream down her face. Connor was concerned and hated to see her cry, it pulled at his wires and made him feel some sort of protective way. He was still confused about one thing.

"May I ask you a question, (Y/N)?" He asked her, watching as she turned slowly to meet his eyes with her red ones. Even as distressed as she was, she looked incredibly beautiful, causing Connor to get lost in her (E/C) eyes.

She nodded slowly, still keeping eye contact, moving her arm to where she'd be able to touch Connors.

"Why are you crying? The things you just told me seem.. Happy." Connor asked her, watching her eyes turn down back to the river, her body slumping at his question.

"Because what I want, I'll never have." She answered plainly, sounding like she was becoming numb to her own emotions.

Was she crazy to want Connor? She would never fault him for not feeling the same, in a sense it’s what she expected. But a part of her had hoped differently.

Connor's LED spun red, conflicting messages and deviant like emotions/feelings rushing through him.

Connor allowed his LED to go back to blue, before he made his next move. Carefully, Connor moved his hand, placing it on top of (Y/N)'s resting on the railing.

Her head turned in confusion to Connor, who was admiring her beauty with his gentle browns.

"Connor what.." She started, but stopped when Connor moved closer to her.

"I may not completely understand these so called emotions yet.. But I'd like to be with you forever too." He confessed, the words sounding weird coming out of his mouth. But soon was replaced by the image of (Y/N)'s face glowing from his words. And then.. she smiled, warming Connors metal heart.

She moved her body so that Connor and her were facing each other completely, her eyes holding his in a trance that he never wanted to escape from.

After a couple seconds of silence, the wind was blowing their hair perfectly, creating a core like memory.

(Y/N) wrapped her arms around Connor, pressing her cheek into his chest, as Connor hugged her tightly back, his chin rested on her head.

(Y/N) wasn't alone anymore, she'd never be. She had Connor.. Forever.

I love you.

They both thought but decided to confess another time. If only they knew just how made for each other they were.

A/N: feedback appreciated & taking requests <3

#connor rk800 #detroit become human #dbh fanfic #dbh connor x reader #reader insert #light angst #fluff #friends to lovers #oneshot #imagine

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trafalgarlogy · 1 year

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If you do yandere had cannons could you please do some with sae with a darling that has the personality of yui from diabolic lovers if you're not too busy

sure!!💕

☰ WEIRD GIRL - SAE ITOSHI

CUSTOMER . @kiannas-stuff TW . Possessiveness, Violence, Reader's personality is kinda like Yui Komori, more like a softie reader? , Manga spoiler, Cringy Writing, Manga events included, Fem! Reader

⊹. . How Did You Meet ?

‎‧₊˚ Sae Itoshi, the Soccer Genius of all of Japan lost to Team " Blue Lock ", had shaken the corners of the nation more than those present in the stadium, and this shocking event became a headline of various news platforms. ‧₊˚ he didn't care much about it in any way as he still believed he was far superior to them for all he could blame was the bunch of weaklings on the team, who let him down. ‧₊˚ he scrolled through the headlines with a tired look on his face, a sigh escaped his lips as he threw his phone to the corner of the bed carelessly, he got up to take his wallet and keys of his manor moving outside in the cold weather. ‧₊˚ He quietly walked to a local convenience store nearby his house, entering the store he was greeted by many stunned faces just looking at him, scoffing them off. ‧₊˚ strolling through the area with his usual poker face, without even realizing his teal eyes caught the view of a (h/c)-ette girl struggling as her hands tried to reach the top of the rack to get something. ‧₊˚ he quietly approached her and raised his hands to get the item that her small hands were struggling to get for so long, he turned towards her to meet the gorgeous face of the girl which he couldn't help but admire. ‧₊˚ The anonymous girl waved her hand in front of his face getting him back into reality, "sir?...are you alright", Sae blinked twice in confusion and turned red in embarrassment, he threw the item into her hands and rushed to another corner, leaving the girl standing there in confusion. ‧₊˚ after a while, he went to the counter with a can of energy drink, placed it on the desk, and the employee got and grab the can to scan the code as Sae quietly watched him, "that'd be 150 yen", he took out his wallet and placed a 1000 yen note making the employee's jaw drop "keep the change." he said walking out of the shop. ‧₊˚ He walked outside the shop to hear the employee scream "THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING!", rolling his eyes as he kept walking, "Sir!" a familiar voice from behind stopped his steps, turning around he saw her again, her panting heavily with her hands on her knees and him glaring at her, he spoke "What...?" ‧₊˚ "Well, I wanted to say Thank you cause you helped me back there," the girl said standing up straight after catching some breath, "and so you took the struggles to catch with me to say this?..." a disgusted look formed on his face, "well yeah! of course, well I guess I'm done here...now I'm going to take my leave" (h/c)-ette bowed and took a turn to leave, "Hey! wait..." the girl turned her head around with one of her eyebrows raised, "Well nevermind...you can go..." Sae said with a sigh. ‧₊˚ "Oh ok...well let's meet some other day!" the girl replied with a smile, the response stunned Sae for a moment, "Sure..." said in a low voice with sarcasm, "btw I'm (Name), remember me ok!" waving a bye before running away. ‧₊˚ "(Name)...", "What a weird girl..." he rolled his eyes.

⊹. . Aftermath

‧₊˚ At first Sae thought you were someone weird for how casually you talked to him in your first meeting. Though, your personality didn't fail to amaze him. ‧₊˚ this simple thought of you took turns into becoming an obsession, how can just a local girl like you, who he met at a convenience store just drive him insane in just a single meeting. ‧₊˚ He didn't know anything about you other than your name, he would always look forward for he'd bump into you again but, this time never let you go ‧₊˚ Well this time it seemed like god was on his side, and he finally found you, as much as he was happy, he was jealous at the same time with the view of you being with some other guy/girl other than him. (chill that person is not your s/o , just a friend of yours) ‧₊˚ but he was a guy who was just too spoiled from a very young age, if he wants something he gets it no matter what. and you are no exception ‧₊˚ in his opinion you were a play hard, who was trying to ignore the fact he is an international level soccer player, and that he was known worldwide, but little did he know that you didn't even know a single thing about soccer. ‧₊˚ The more he got to know you, the more he realized how naive, caring and innocent you were, there was something about you that made him fall for you harder day by day. ‧₊˚ He loved every single thing about you, that kind personality of you to help anyone in need, you were such a pure soul he thought he swore that he wouldn't let anyone ruin you, he wanted to take you somewhere no soul could even dare lay a finger at you. ‧₊˚ indeed you were too naive, to fall in love with a monster like him...

⊹. . How Would He Treat You?

‧₊˚ well in most of the animes I portrayed the characters to be extremely violent to a level that they don't have a hesitancy to do some killing for their darling, but the case here is different I believe, yes, Sae is indeed violent but not too a level of killing cause aside from you he gives very much importance to his career and he can't take any chances to commit something like this for his own reasons. ‧₊˚ Cause first, his career would get ruined alongside his reputation among the newer generation of soccer players. ‧₊˚ Second, He knows it would hurt his darling if he does something like that, and he can't afford to see you cry right? ‧₊˚ If some guy touches you, Sae is strong enough to break those hands and send that guy to the hospital without even getting reported to the police. ‧₊˚ but he hides this monstrous side of his from you, cause he is afraid you would leave him. What would he be without you? ‧₊˚ But here is the thing he is R.O.U.G.H, the guy would leave bite marks over your neck and tell you to wear somewhat revealing dresses to show the marks, as to tell the world who you belong to ‧₊˚ let's say he would spoil you rotten, I mean he is a celebrity right? imagine his annual income, it's enough for you to buy every single thing you ever wanted ‧₊˚ well he finds you too adorable that he developed a habit to squish your cheeks. (IDK I JUST TURNED RED WRITING THIS ONE.) ‧₊˚ He is not too possessive and yet too possessive, but only in the cases you being around other men other than him or else you have the freedom to enjoy anything you like. ‧₊˚ But what if, you find out about his bad side what would happen? ‧₊˚ Well, he would try convincing you he did it all to keep you happy, but you won't buy it so he would leave you alone, till you can calm down and he could sort things out with you. ‧₊˚ well longer the relationship the more he knows about you, so using that innocence of yours up to his advantage he would successfully convince you to stay with him. after all they don't call him a genius for no reason right? ‧₊˚ well he'd force but not actually force you to get a tattoo of his name(optional where) ‧₊˚ people who know you are scared of him, and they'd tell you he is scary but you still deny it. ‧₊˚ he saw himself to be a devil for a goddess like you, who brought light to his darkness. ‧₊˚ most of the guys who ever tried to make you uncomfortable or flirt with you were reportedly almost beaten to death but survived with serious permanent damages, as you could say Sae spared the for the sake of you. ‧₊˚ and yet again things go back, and he would occasionally take you with him on a vacation. ‧₊˚ well he would always book you a front row to his match so that he could watch your cute reactions to his goals, and that you would cheer him which would boost his confidence or more like ego. ‧₊˚ and even when you are too shy kissing him when he asks for it, in front of people, especially his teammates then oh dear, he would get annoyed, that he would just pull you close and start making out with you shamelessly in front of them. ‧₊˚ well humiliation like this is common in your relationship with him. ‧₊˚ Just so you know Sae Itoshi is a monster disguised as your prince charming of your dreams.

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