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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

Princess | Limits [Final]

There's only so much he can take.

Tags/Warnings: Wolfdog Hybrid!Jungkook, Showdog Hybrid!Reader, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff?, Brat!Reader, Jungkook has major brat tamer energy, misunderstanding, smut, (slightly) mean Dom kook, a slap to the thigh, uh, knot is mentioned, it's nasty, unprotected but MC is mentioned to be on birth control, he holds her by the throat? Idk he also has his fingers in her mouth-

Length: 5k Words

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A/N: This will act as a final chapter. The main story is therefore wrapped up- but as always, if you want drabbles, you can still request them.

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Jungkook has never understood the phrase of your ‘heart stopping’- because how could it ever? You’d be dead in that case. But right in this moment, he finally gains the knowledge by experiencing it first hand- eyes wide open and body frozen.

Why are you in his bed? Barely dressed, snuggled up to him who’s only in his underwear?

He thinks through the whole process of yesterday to make sense of this. Did you both get potentially drunk last night? No, not at all. You and him had simply packed your things to drive you to your parents hours away, after having contacted them and told them about everything. He remembers driving you there himself, unloading your bags, leaving you there after waving and driving off. And added to that, that was not last night. It was almost an entire week ago.

He hasn’t seen you in days. So what are you doing here?

It’s not a dream either, clock on his nightstand ticking away, world outside going about its day as the window isn’t all closed to let some fresh air in at night. And yet, you’re there- bare legs entangled with his, arms holding onto his.

He doesn’t really feel alarmed by the fact that you somehow entered his apartment- you know where he lives after all, and you know the passcode to his door, so it’s not really surprising at all. But what he is questioning is why you’re here- and why you’re in his bed, most of all. Has he forgotten some conversation you might’ve had? Or has something happened to make you so upset that you were craving the comfort of him at any cost?

Now he’s worried.

Shaking you a little to wake you up seems to not be very effective- because you just frown, slap his hand away and bury your face right back into his shoulder as if he’s nothing but an annoying fly. “I know you’re awake.” Jungkook tells you, and at that you actually open one of your eyes, looking up at him with your tail wagging beneath the covers. “What’re you doing here?” He asks, and you frown again turning onto your back to look up at him who’s sat up by now.

“Why do you sound so upset about that?” You complain with almost a pout in your tone, arms crossed. “I thought couples love reuniting.” You say, and he looks at you, confused.

“Couples?” He questions, and you nod, now visibly unsure as well.

“Well, yeah?” You say, attitude fading and being replaced by uncertainty. “I mean.. we haven’t said the L-word yet, but like.. I thought..” you start, scanning his face for any sign that he realizes what you believed you two were. “..since you uh.. called me baby in the car..” you drift off, and still- there’s no sign of anything on Jungkook’s face as he thinks, and digs around in his memories for the correct moment he might’ve said that. He did, maybe. But he doesn’t remember.

“did I?” He asks, and regrets it the moment he watches the shame visibly wash over you- from the way your ears pin back to the slight change in your gaze, he knows he fucked up by saying it loud- and he’s a little too late as you roll out the bed and run for the bathroom after picking something up from the floor, hiding away now. “hey- wait.” He asks, getting up to walk towards the bathroom floor, knocking on it just to not get an answer. “I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding-“ He starts, trying hard to calm you down- but it’s clearly not working as the door opens, and you slip right past him to run towards the door where your shoes are. “Hey no- stay, let’s talk-“

“Nuh-uh, nop, this is so embarrassing-“ You rant, visibly frustrated over the shoes not closing fast enough as your hands are too shaky to really tie them. So you just make a simple knot and stuff the laces into the corners, before a tattooed hand snatches your other shoe from you. “give that back!” You bark, not looking at him however as you reach for the shoe he’s holding too high for you. “stop-“

“stop, exactly. Don’t run off now, I’m sorry if I said something that made you think we were more than we are.” He explains, and you visibly deflate at that, ears down low just like your tail. “let me get dressed, and we can talk, okay?” He asks again, and you just shrug.

He sighs as he puts down the shoe and leaves to tug a shirt and pants onto himself- before he realizes his mistake too late-

Door already slamming shut, your jacket the only thing you left at his place.

Fuck.

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He’s been knocking since forever it feels like- but even at his third visit today, you refuse to open the door.

You still got a week left in your apartment- but he knows from first hand experience that you got almost no furniture at all in there anymore, so this can’t be an option for you to sleep at. He doesn’t want you to be upset at him- and in hindsight, he really could’ve worded things a bit better, but he’s still new to this as much as you are. “please let me in.” He requests once more as he’s done so often today, sighing. “I missed you too, you know?” He tries this time around, and to be honest, that’s not even a lie.

Its odd how at first glance, he never thought he’d ever get along with you. But having you gone for almost an entire week, he really felt the way you’d somehow snuck into his heart- every task back to being mundane without you causing a little chaos in his daily life here and there.

“That’s a lie.” You say, door open just a crack to glare at him through.

“Its not.” He denies. “I just think we never actually talked about what we want to be- so I was surprised to just.. have you turn up out of nowhere in my bed.” He chuckles a little, and you just look down to the floor in shame.

“M’ sorry.” You apologize. “won’t happen again.”

“What if I want it to happen again?”

Your gaze snaps up at him at that, confused. “I was just a bit caught off guard, and honestly worried. Did something happen at your parent’s?” He wonders, and you sigh, opening the door to let him into the almost entirely unfurnished apartment- a pile of clothes and a blanket being the last items that were probably used as a makeshift resting spot for you today laying in the corner of the main living room. You sit down there, before letting yourself fall to the side as if exhausted, before you shrug, Jungkook sitting on the floor across from you. “it was.. I don’t know.” You admit. “I love them. And I was really super happy to see them again, and spend time there..” you explain, before you pull the blanket between your fingers to have something to hold onto while you stare into nothingness. “But it was.. really a lot.. I don’t know how to explain.”

“I guess that’s normal. You know, being overwhelmed with it.” Jungkook sympathizes. “I’m exhausted too after spending a day or two with my entire family-pack. Nothing to worry about.” He explains, and you just nod, still avoiding eye contact. “I think what’s important now then, is what we are to one another. You can’t just break into my apartment and sneak into my bed without formally asking me out, you know?” He jokes, but your glare is filled with embarrassment.

“Now I don’t want to anymore.” You huff, before you turn around- and at that, Jungkook feels an odd rush underneath his skull, fueled by your subtle and underlying confession in your words.

“You love me though, don’t you?” He asks, leaning in closer as he sits near you now, a hand on your shoulder. “all you need to do is say it.” He chuckles, as you curl up more into yourself as if that would hide you.

“And then what?” You huff. “You’ll-“

“I’ll say it back.” He cuts you off. “or I’ll say it first, it’s no issue. At this point it’s pretty obvious that I’m starting to fall in love with you.” He easily spills, and you freeze before you slowly unravel, turning to look at him over your shoulder with a face full of wonder.

“You are?” You ask hesitantly, and he smiles, before he nods.

“I am.” He responds, confirms his words and you sit up at that, facing him now. “are you?” He wonders, and you nod.

“I am.” You answer, and he laughs.

“See? Nothing to be scared of. Now come on, I’m not letting you sleep here.” He says, standing up with you to pick up your stuff-

Unaware of the absolute Rollercoaster he just signed himself up for.

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Jungkook did not know what he got into when basically confessing his growing feelings.

His mundane life is pretty much over at this point, with you always around and currently basically having moved in until you can figure out if this works or not. After all, you’re not used to living with someone else- and it’s clear that no matter what, you’re the opposite of an angel, still trying your tricks on him to make him dance around like you want him to.

But Jungkook isn’t this easy to control. And in a way, it’s a little fun to see how much you can get away with.

“Jesus christ, put some clothes on.!” Jungkook curses as be spots you laying on your stomach on his couch, in nothing but a simple top and underwear, tail wagging. The wolf hybrid has to turn away, distract himself with the task of turning the volume of the TV lower, while you just don’t understand what his fussing is all about, game on your little console in your hands on pause.

“Why?” You ask because of that, not sure why he’s being so overly dramatic in your opinion. It’s just your legs, maybe your butt. So?

“because- just put at least some pants on.”, he groans, and you roll your eyes, before you continue your game instead.

You’re not listening. And he’s not sure if it’s your character- or if you think his decreasing patience is funny to watch.

“Do I have to turn the wifi off to get your full attention?” jungkook asks a little irritated, and you shrug.

“Don’t care.” You respond, eyes on the little screen between your hands. “the game doesn’t need internet.”

Suddenly however, the console is taken out of your hands, as he saves your current progress, and puts it into the charging station near the TV. “Hey!” You complain, getting up now to rush towards him- and as he makes sure you can’t get to your precious game again, he notices that God fucking damn it, you’re not wearing a bra beneath this very flimsy shirt.

You’re really testing him.

“Put pants on.” He says, and you have the audacity to laugh.

“Nah.” You deny, stretching before you step away from him, walking towards the bedroom. “I’ll just take a na-“ you don’t get to say much else, as he suddenly tugs on your tail with just enough force to make it count- but nowhere near enough to hurt. “Hey!” You turn around instantly, just to be basically cornered by the wolf hybrid, who’s backing you into a wall in the living room.

“You’ve got a real smart mouth there.” He simply says, but it sounds like a threat almost-, a very specific kind of threat that makes your skin shiver. “But you tend to forget when to shut it, clearly.” He scoffs, as your back hits the wall, making you swallow your own saliva nervously.

But he can sense, smell, that this is affecting you not in the direction of fear- but something else entirely.

“You’re so lucky, you know?” He asks, somewhat- and you look at him with question. “I’m not usually patient like that.”

“What would you have done?” You ask, unable to really keep it in as you know that if you hesitate for just a second, you’ll never be able to say this out loud, ask for such things. You want them, but you’re also nervous, considering you’ve never actually gotten this far with anyone before. “Put me in timeout?” You almost challenge, tail beginning to sway a little with newfound confidence, when he just shrugs it off, and shakes his head.

“No.” He denies. “Brats like you need something that.. Lasts longer.” He words out, and at that, scenes manifest inside your head that make you visibly shy.

You’re not sure if he realized it yet, but a lot of the things you do, you do on full purpose. You like this game of push and pull, you think its exciting and fun- so you hope that with words like that, he means them as such, because that would mean that he’s both aware of the little game you’re playing, and also a willing participant in it.

You don’t want him to just feel like you’re made of porcelain, possibly breaking at the slightest touch.

“Such as?” You ask, and he leans in closer at that, almost unbearably so.

“fuck around and find out, Princess.”

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Turns out you can be sickeningly sweet almost when you really want to- currently happily laying on his stomach after helping him cook and wash the dishes after, awfully nice today and in a good mood.

It makes him wonder. Are you up to something? Or are you simply not who he thought you were? It would be just a slight bit disappointing, if he was to be honest- considering he’d actually grown quite fond of the idea of you with your ass spanked bright red, Jungkook basically having to work for your submission. But maybe you’re just all bark and no bite- just yapping around, nothing more than that.

Even that would be fine at this point, as long as he’s got you.

It’s when the male lead kisses the female love interest in the admittedly boring drama you both watch on TV, than he notices you staring at the scene. He’s notice too that at this point in time, one might think you would’ve kissed by now- but that’s not the case, neither of you seemingly brave enough to make that step towards the other. But it’s clear from the way you look at the scene in front of you with a shy sense of longing, that you want it- he just needs to find the perfect moment for it.

After all, he doesn’t just want to be any partner for you. He wants to be the one and only.

“I’m tired.” You yawn and stretch, arms above your head before you look at him. “can I get a goodnight-kiss?” You boldly ask, and Jungkook laughs, before he moves to basically lean over you entirely, hands pressing into the cushioning of the couch below you.

And then he finally leans in to peck your lips- or at least that was his intention. You chase after his lips and even move your hands to pull him back, making him act on instinct as he pushes them back, pins them down with his fingers around your wrists. But he has to admit, either the lip balm you’re using is sweet as honey, or he’s surely found the perfect person to kiss in you-

Because he doesn’t want to stop either.

“You said you’re tired.” He hums in when you break apart for just a second, and you shake your head.

“not anymore.” You deny his claims, making him chuckle.

“Not anymore?” He repeats, teasingly escaping your advances. You shake your head, as your legs move to rest around his waist, signals sent pretty clear to him as he watches you try and seduce him. “You’re right.. You’re clearly not yet tired.” He mumbles, as he leans down to kiss you again, letting himself be swept away by the moment, as you both just enjoy each other’s presence.

“Jungkook..” you whine impatiently, hips squirming around in search of any form of friction, while he just laughs under his breath.

“What do you want?” He asks. “this is our first time, after all. I don’t know what you like- or what you can handle.” He teases- though it’s clear that there’s an underlying truth to his words. This is indeed clearly going in a very obvious direction, and you feel warm inside knowing that he actually cares this much about your experience during this.

“I don’t know..” you admit. “I just.. always do it myself, so I don’t know.” You tell him, and he nods, accepting that as his kisses move to your neck, where he makes sure to leave his marks.

Because he wants you to be his, and his alone.

“how far do you want to go?” He asks, pausing his advances for a moment to look at you.

“All the way.” You tell him, and he nods.

“You sure?” He questions, and again, you nod- this time visibly serious.

“There’s no one I’d rather be with like that than you.” You say, and he soaks those words up like a sponge, before he leans back down to kiss you- softer now, more gentle, as if he’s savoring you and your open appreciation for him in this moment.

And he does. He really does.

And you know, through the softness of his touch and the slow and gentle manner in which he undresses you, that tonight, he’s going easy on you.

Tonight, he’s just going to show you real love.

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Something clicked into place last night.

As if he’s finally committed himself to you, he’s relaxed, comfortable and most of all; confident. And you’re strangely excited about this new side of him, because it’s unbelievably entertaining to play around with him now that he’s not holding himself back any longer.

Youre currently all laughing, some friend’s of Jungkook’s having spotted him at the grocery store with you, eager to get to know the girl who made him catch feelings. And you’re having a lot of fun hearing some embarrassing facts about your now boyfriend- who’s also laughing along, despite being the butt of the joke. Even when you make jokes about him too he doesn’t seem bothered-

Until a hand finds the back of your neck, fingers pressing down a little to make sure you know he’s got a good grip on you. And like a cat grabbed by its weak spot, you freeze, one look at him making you almost cower in public as his dark eyes gaze down at you. “yeah- but I think we’ll better head home now.” Jungkook decides to his friends, casually smiling while he says goodbye to his friends. And even when his hand leaves you, you’re strangely affected- waiting for something to happen, as he calmly brings the groceries to the car.

You must’ve gotten away this time, since he seems pretty relaxed on the way back home. Good thing you were in public.

However, once back inside your now shared four walls, things take a turn again when, instead of helping him unpack the groceries, you lounge on his sofa- TV instantly turned on as you watch, and Jungkook makes sure to put everything where it belongs by himself.

Your punishment follows late- but you know when it’s time.

The TV is wordlessly turned off, but you stop mid-breath trying to complain about it, because the smile he sends you is none of pure kindness. He looks almost like a villain ready to move on with his sinister plans, as he approaches you. “You think it’s funny, don’t you?” He asks, and when you don’t reply, he clarifies further. “you love getting on my nerves.” He states, and you have the audacity to shrug.

“What’re you gonna do about it?”

That was definitely your last mistake made- challenging him, well aware of how he will potentially punish you.

He’s quick to grab at your hips, no matter how fast you’d wanted to dash off. His grip is tight and secure as he carries you unto the bedroom, where he closes the door with his foot, putting you down on the big mattress. And there you sit- waiting, not sure what his silence means.

“Early bedtime, huh?” You scoff, trying to appear unimpressed.

“Its what you make of it.” He however answers. “this is your last chance to get on my good side, Princess.”

“or what?” You ask with an attitude, still not believing in hit bite at all.

Jungkook sits down at that, back against the door, eyes reflecting a little in the darkness of the bedroom. He’s a wolf, deep down, even if he’s mixed- he’s got time, and patience, and he knows it. He’s well aware that after yesterday’s endeavors, you’ve been trying to ‘seduce’ him all day long- wanting more, wanting it again, because as you’d told him last night, you ‘can’t do it the same he does’. It’s normal, as a hybrid-

And as someone like you in particular, who craves everything pleasurable in life.

You’re still sitting there, waiting, adjusting your position a bit, squirming under his watchful eyes. You’re not sure what he’s aiming at here, but it makes you a little uncomfortable-

Mostly because you can feel the way your underwear is soaking up your arousal over this entire situation.

“Go to sleep, baby.” He tells you with fake gentleness in his voice. “it’s late, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want to sleep.” You respond, and he chuckles.

“I know.” He tells you.

“Jungkook..” you whine, hoping this will be enough to break him. “I’m sorry..” you admit, ears drooping low, as you look at your lap in shame.

But he’s not fooled.

“try again, princess.” He simply says. “I know you’re not sorry.”

Fuck. What else could you do to get him to crack?

Manipulating him into doing what you wanted him to has worked in the past, so it shouldn’t be this hard. And he’s already seen you naked yesterday, so you don’t have to have shame about what you do next- moving your legs to give him a bit of a teaser to your soiled underwear beneath your skirt, feet digging into the bed below as you try and get under his skin this way.

“…can you help me?” You wonder, noticing how his eyes were captured by the sight for just a second.

“I can.” He nods, getting up to walk over to you- and your tail wags, triumph yours to claim. It’s still so easy to make him dance around like a puppet on strings, because down the line, he’s just another guy who’s quickly caught up in his own lust-

His face is inches from yours, eyes piercing into yours as he still got that wolfish smirk on his lips.

“But I don’t want to.”

Wait- that’s not part of the script.

“do it yourself, puppy.” He laughs, opening the bedroom door. “You know how to-“

“No!” You call out, making him turn his head over his shoulder to look at you. “I want you!” You argue, making him laugh.

“too bad.” He denies, and at that you get up, one leg out of the bed already. “get back on the bed.” He demands, and you huff.

“so you really putting me in timeout?” You scoff, stepping out with the other leg as well.

“You want to act like a brat so I’ll treat you as such.” He explains. “get back on the bed until I’m done cooking.”

“No.” You deny, walking closer.

He says your name, low and clearly in a warning, but you don’t care.

It’s then that your world turns upside down for a second, before you’re thrown back onto the bouncing mattress. You can’t help the sound that escapes your lips at his display of strength over you, a hand still on your arm to push you down. “does pissing me off make you that horny?” He asks, almost in a demeaning tone. “gushing into your panties just because you’re getting on my nerves, huh?” He continues, and your tail still wags.

“Its funny.” You admit, giggling, when a hand slaps your inner thigh, skirt having risen up to cover basically nothing anymore. “ah-!” You call out in surprise, making him laugh.

“it is.” He agrees. “it’s funny how you think you can play me.”

The next second, he’s tugging your underwear off of you, strings of sticky arousal still trying to hold onto the soiled fabric for a good stretch before the piece of clothing is thrown somewhere. “gotta get you off to make you listen?” He asks, agitated, hand between your legs a complete contrast to the gentle way he’s helped you reach highest pleasure last night. “gotta fuck you stupid so you’re finally a good girl for once?” He questions, and you just nod, frantically, overwhelmed by the way he pushes two of his fingers in already, thumb rolling over your most sensitive spot.

“Please-“ you start, but he only laughs down at you.

“Please? That’s a new sound.” He mocks you. His ruthless acts down settle down at all however- instead, he takes his hand away from you, and wipes it on his pants. You’re left alone, watching him, unsure what’s happening. “You ready to listen?” He asks. What an asshole. He knows exactly that in your state you’d accept anything-

“Why did you stop?” You whine however, and your downfall has been sealed.

Only moments later, as you try and escape, he’s on top of you, using his entire body to cage you in, hand around your throat- though he’s gentle enough to not hurt you at all. The hold he has still arches your back, pushes your behind right into him. And considering the fact that you’re on birth control, he doesn’t need to search for any other contraceptive right now, able to just pull himself out of his cotton pants, not needing much to get himself ready.

You whine in complaint when he pushes in. He knows it’s a bluff.

“oh shut up.” He growls into the back of your neck. “You can take it.” He states, well aware that you can. And it seems like finally, you’re quiet and compliant- if only after his fingers press down on your tongue, occupying your mouth with something other than whining. “so this is what it needs to shut you up?” He mocks you. “my cock inside, and my fingers in your mouth?” He purrs against your neck, and you just whimper pathetically.

His pace is steady, but he doesn’t even need to move anymore he notices- you’re for once doing all the work for him, bouncing on his lap like you’ve done this a million times already.

Your stamina does however not match up with his, as your thighs quiver, orgasm approaching you and causing you to lose tempo. Something he catches up on- taking over as he rolls his hips into you with dancer’s precision, while you emit sounds of pleasure the second his digits leave your mouth. You fall forward once he lets go of you entirely, spent.

“I’m not done with you yet.” He however days, as he manhandles you onto your back beneath him, hands tugging on your legs to move them exactly where he wants them. “wants to be fucked stupid but can’t even keep up with me.” He teases, shaking his head as he pushes his length through your thighs, remnants of your own arousal making the movement easy and slick. Your hands reach out sleepily, fingers touching the very tip every time it appears between your legs, and you giggle, visibly out of your mind.

But he notices something else too.

You look entirely relaxed, not even a glimmer of any of your usual insecurities present. You’re just existing in the moment, enjoying this, enjoying what he offers you, and nothing else.

Your head must really just be TV static.

You open your legs again, whining once more as he watches you reach for his hips- one orgasm not enough still, or maybe you just want to please him the best you can. He’s going easy on you this time, he decides, complying with your wordless demand to get back inside you, a wish he happily grants.

You don’t hold back, only shutting up when he leans down to kiss you, needy and chaotic, tongue and bitten lips. But once his hand is between you both, pushing you over the edge alongside him, you squirm once more- his release spilling inside of you, something swelling that you didn’t feel yesterday.

It’s him. He’s locking himself inside you to make sure you don’t spill any of it.

Which isn’t all that easy, since he appears to be a but of an overachiever- some of it already escaping you the second he softens up, cunt pushing out the translucent white as he pulls out of you.

You’re a mess.

Clothes somewhat still on, skin sweaty, opening between hour legs still gaping, clenching around nothing as your body calms down.

But, to be fair-

You also, finally, shut your mouth.

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“You can be so gentle!” You complain as he helps you put lotion on your skin after your shower, already back to your old self not even a couple of hours after.

“I can.” He laughs.

“But something tells me that you like it rough.”

Oh-

How right he is.

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Ride Home

Frat! Rafe Cameron x fem reader

While you’re walking your dog, Rafe, who goes to college with you offers you a ride to one of his parties. Due to your shy nature, he decides to finally break you out of your shell.

W.C is a little over 1.5K! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx

Warnings! Brief male masturbation! Oral! Male receiving! Unprotected sex! Choking! Spitting! Degrading! Reader is autistic and shy (from my own experience with it but it’s not explicitly said) daddy kink as always

Your music blared as you walked your dog down down the sidewalk, your baby boy Sammy was happily trotting next to you as your vans slapped against the pavement. Your headphones were secured on your head as you didn’t notice a car horn beeping next to you until you happen to glance to the left.

Rafe Cameron was driving next to you, his eyebrows raised and his speed slowed. “Hey, I’ve been saying your name over and over,” You gave him a side glance and continued walking.

“Don’t ignore me pretty girl, I know I’ve been kind of an asshole before. Let me give you a ride,” He offered and you finally paused your stride.

“What about Sammy?” He panted next to you and Rafe sighed, opening the passenger door.

“Obviously he can come too. I know how much you love animals, baby.” After a few more seconds of contemplating, you walked forward and opened the back door. Allowing your dog to get in and settle in the background.

You climb in the passenger seat, the comfortable material of your shorts and black shirt clinging to your curves. Rafe drove forward but his right hand reached over and settled on the back of your chair.

It wasn’t the first time Rafe drove you home but normally you didn’t offer him more than a few words. You both were in the same university, you studied psychology while he was in business. He was a dick, you had to admit. He was loud and obnoxious too. Something that made you insane. When he drove, he listened to music you couldn’t stand, ranted and raved about topics you had no idea or interest in.

The first and only time you had attended a frat party, Rafe, topper and Kelce took you home while they acted crazy. You sat in the back of the car but if you were being honest with yourself…that’s when you really noticed how hot he was.

But you never acted on it.You weren’t experienced in the romance department, let alone someone of his status and social skills.

“Care to share with the class?” His voice took you out of your thoughts and you looked over at him. You adjusted your headphones off your ears, showing off your piercings and Rafe smirked.

“Come on. You can play your music. You’re always so fuckin quiet. I wanna know what goes on in that pretty head of yours.” Quirking an eyebrow, you finally look him in the eyes.

“I don’t want to break your radio, Rafe.” He chuckles and snatches your phone.

“Shut up.” He begins to scroll and you try to take it back but he shakes his head. “Nope. I’m connecting it and putting my number in, nerdy girl. About time I had it.”

“Why would you want my number?” You cross your arms and Rafe nudges you with his elbow.

“Because obviously you need someone to drive you around. Speaking of which, we’re going to my house.”

“Absolutely not.” You protest and he continues driving. Playing your loud rock music and he sets his SnapBack straight on his head. “Take me home. What about Sammy?”

“Relax, baby. We have enough space for him and I want you at my party. You’re always hiding in your dorm. You need to get out. Be around people.”

“And why is that?” You roll your eyes, mumbling and he snorts.

“Because it’s good for you. You’ll know me, Top and Kelce. And I promise your dog will be fine.” He answers before you can come up with another excuse. Sighing, you lean against the window.

“I’m not dressed for a party.” You whine and Rafe reaches over, putting his hand on your thigh and he squeezes lightly.

“You can borrow something of Sarah’s. I know she doesn’t have the same style but it’ll work.”

“She won’t mind?”

“Nah. If she does, she’ll make an exception for you.” He keeps his hand on your leg and you heart flutters. You don’t ask him to move it as you make the final turn to his house.

When you arrived, your dog wandered around the large space and was the center of attention of the arriving guests. Rafe was late to his own party as you picked out one of Sarah’s’ shirt that was as close to your size and you adjusted it around your body. Your cleavage was exposed as you followed the sound of Rafe’s voice.

“There she is!” He turned when you caught his eye and you slowly approached him. He was talking to Topper and a few other people. He slung an arm around your shoulder, bringing you close to his body.

“Thought I was gonna have to come and find you.” You swallowed as he continues his conversation and you realize he still had your phone. It was in his pocket and you reach to get it but he turns his hips away.

“Rafe, give me my phone.” You huff and he leans down to your ear.

“What will you give me if I do?” Goosebumps rise on your skin and you clear your throat. Rafe’s eyes scan your face and he smirks. “When you’re actually looking me in the eye, it’s a lot easier for me to tell what you’re thinking.”

The crowd seemed to disappear as you had the boldness to ask him, “what do you think is on my mind?”

His mouth moves to a full on smile and he winks at you. Turning you both away from his friend group for a moment. “Try to be a good girl and be patient. You’re gonna be here with me and wait to go back to my room in a little bit.”

He was teasing you on purpose as the hours went on, his arm either looped around your neck or around your waist as he entertained everyone and kept reassuring you that your dog was okay. The noise was overwhelming but his secure hold kept you grounded. His fingers brushed your skin underneath your sleeve, he often leaned down to whisper in your ear and gently pressed his lips against you when telling you someone’s name.

You felt awkward since this wasn’t your scene but the drink from the cup you held in your hand relaxed you and you even managed a few words in response to others.

But your core fluttered the more you looked him and enjoyed his touch. As you walked down the hallway, finally alone, you snatched your phone from his pocket with a giggle. Rafe gasped and wrestled your arms above your head with one hand while his other slid down to your hip.

“Bad girl. Now you gotta pay up.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours, mouth parted in a deep kiss. You moaned and your leg lifts to wrap around his waist. He lifts you up, your arms go around his neck as he opens his room door and closes it.

Your tongue massages his before he sucks it, laying you down on the bed and he pulls back. Your phone back in his palm and he heatedly stares at you. “Now I’m gonna find out the dirty things you keep in here.”

Rafe opens your phone and groans when he opens your photos. Seeing all your pictures, ones you never thought anyone would see. He down at you, “take off your pants, panties too. And give them to me.”

You listen to him, peeling them both off and you toss your lace material thong to him. The soaked middle crumples in his fingers as he brings them to his mouth. He licks them, his other hand reaching inside his boxers as he tugs himself.

“No, that’s not fair-“ You whine as your legs part, your cunt pulsing as you watch him stroking his dick.

“Uh uh. You stay there. And I’ll decide when you get to touch me. I wanna watch you get all worked up.” You shake your head, lifting your body and you tangle your hands in his shirt. You slam your lips to his and bite down. He makes a noise of surprise before he gives in and returns the kiss.

You use your momentum to sink to your knees and he mumbles, “Fuck. You wanna suck my dick? Eager little slut huh?” You take off his underwear, wasting no time before wrapping your hand around his cock and licking the side.

His hand steadily sets on your head and he pulls your hair. “That’s my fuckin girl.” He rolls his head back as you take his tip in your mouth, sucking him softly but he thrusts his hips.

You take him further down your mouth, stroking him at the same time with your hands on his soft skin before you focus attention on his balls, licking them before sucking between your lips.

“God damn, pretty girl. Fuckin choking on daddy’s dick like a whore?” He cums in your mouth and it leaks from the corners as he tugs your head back. Slapping his cock against your tongue before he pushes you on the bed.

Rafe shoves your legs apart, giving your pussy a slap and you whine. “Covered in my cum and making sweet sounds from me slapping your pussy?”

He slams into you, balls slapping against your ass as he wraps a hand around your throat. “Shittt, princess. So tight around me-the fuck were you bein so selfish for? Keeping this pussy from me?”

You whimper and your hands reach up to dig in his shoulders.

“I want you to fuckin talk, baby. You gotta make me hear how good I’m making you feel.” Rafe’s rhythm is hard and rough as the headboard moves against the wall.

“Mmm-I-“ You try and he shakes his head.

“Use. Your. Words.” He growls.

“Fuck, I want you to spit in my mouth. Please!” You squeak from his grip and he breathes heavier.

“Earn it then. Beg me. Earn me treating you like the pathetic, greedy slut you are.” He taunts and you whimper.

“You’re-the slut-you fucking perv.” You fire back, ripping off his hat and you wrap your legs around his hips. Bringing him impossibly closer. “You fucked yourself thinking about me-more than once. I know it. How’s that for earning it?”

Rafe spits in your mouth before sucking your lip and you cry against his kiss. Creaming on his cock as it gives him more control, you swallow it and your eyes roll back as he cums in you. His seed fills you up, dripping down his dick as he fucks you through it. Making you jolt from aftershock, but he shows no sign of slowing down.

“Open your eyes, baby girl. I want you to ride my fuckin face. I wanna taste that perfect pussy.”

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[gracieheartspedro]

Your Needs, My Needs

I : Strawberry Wine

a masterlist of how you can help gaza

the prelude to this series

pairing: cowboy!joel x f!reader (no outbreak)

description: joel fixes your toilet but you can't help but yearn for more time with him. so you invite him to dinner and try to win his stomach? aka love?

word count: 3.2k words

warnings: there is no smut in this part. still MINORS DNI! no use of y/n! vague talk of reader's old life before texas, no real description of the reader, reader does have anxiety/mental illness that is not fully recognized/diagnosed, mentions of eating food, reader lives alone, reader got MONEYYYY, mentions of joel's ex wife (gasp), alcohol consumption, smoking cigarettes, kissing, flirting. all the fluffy stuff <3

author's note: hey...hey.... how y'all doing?? i'm so so so sorry this has taken so long. my life has been crazy for the last like 4 months and I'm finally getting settled into my life again. I miss y'all and I miss writing, so HERE I AM! I'm hoping everyone who wanted me to tag them months ago is still cool with me tagging them 4 months later lol. okay, lemme know what you think xoxo

Joel comes and goes for days. The first day he returns, he inspects your toilet again and tells you he has the wrong tools. You discuss a game plan and by his initial projections, your toilet should be fixed the next day. But when he fails to come by in the morning, you decide to call the phone number on the post-it note he left for you the day before. 

The phone rings and you get an answering machine of a younger girl telling you to leave her and Dad a message after the beep. When the line lets out a long ding, you breathe out the random croak in your throat. 

“Uh, hey, Joel, it’s me. Just seeing if you’re stopping by today. If not, that’s fine, I’ll be home all day today and tomorrow. Okay, uh, bye.”

Hours go by and you find yourself pacing, regretting your decision to leave him a message. What if he gets it and thinks that you’re crazy? 

Ever since you had made his acquaintance, you felt completely reliant on interacting with him. It may be due to the fact that you haven’t socialized with anyone else in months. You were very good at isolating yourself, but lately, it’s been eating you alive being so alone. Now that you had this big house, the silence felt almost too quiet. Joel’s southern drawl and straightforward responses gave a bit of light back to your life. 

Around dinner time, your landline rings. You practically fall over your couch racing to pick it up, hoping it was him. 

“Howdy neighbor,” He grunts through the phone, “Sorry I didn’t come by today, hope ya didn’t miss me too much.”

You let out a dry laugh, trying not to sound too giddy about him following up with you. You were borderline pathetic. 

“No, I just wanted to make sure you were still alive,” You manage to get out, “You are still alive right?”

“Still kickin’, just busy as all get out. ‘M fixin’ to head to your place now if you’re not busy.”

You look down at your pajamas and start to nod. It’s not like he can see you through the phone, but you are reacting to his words like he’s right in front of you. 

“Sure thing, I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

-

“So… It’s really just you here? All by your lonesome?”

He’s messing with his toolbox, searching for the one tool he needs to fix the toilet. You stir your fresh brewed tea, ensuring none of the sugar clumps up at the bottom of the mug. You had offered him some, but he politely declined, telling you that he had a big dinner.

You take a sip, testing the sweetness. “Just me. How about you? Just you and your daughter, right?”

He laughs heartedly, turning towards you from where he’s squatted. You look at him with curious eyes, unsure if you asked the wrong question. He stands up, a wrench in his hand, a smile still spread across his face. 

“Her mama left town with her new boyfriend about 5 years ago. Wanted the city life, not the life I gave her. It’s been just me and her ever since.”

So he’s single. You think to yourself. 

You realize the laugh was probably because of how absurd and new it must be for someone to ask him about his life. He grew up here and you are positive everyone here already knew all about his business. You are a breath of fresh air for him. 

Before the silence becomes awkward, you speak up. “City life ain’t worth a shit.”

“Yeah, she’s different. Won’t speak ill of her ‘cause that’s my bosses’ mama. She sees her now and again. They are just very different.” 

The conversation comes easy with Joel. While the first couple of interactions you two shared were a bit strained, after days of small talk, you realize he’s the truest Southern gentleman you’ve ever interacted with. Polite with a little bite. He never speaks ill of others, except his brother. He loves to pick on Tommy. He seems like an attentive father. He loves to pick at you, always pointing out your Northern tendencies. Your horrible driving. Your accent and your speech patterns. But he’s also very complimentary. A couple of days ago, he remarked how nice your perfume was when you were standing close to him. It made your heart skip a beat. 

And on top of all of those things, he’s very easy on the eyes. 

“That’s mighty fine of you not speaking ill of your ex,” You try to drag out the silly Southern saying, which causes him to chuckle again. You smack your lips before continuing, “Wish I could do the same.”

You are not sure what he’s doing to the tank of your toilet, but you watch him strain to get a piece out of the corner with the wrench he has. He clenches his teeth, turning the piece to the left to loosen it. 

“Exes are exes for a reason,” He grunts, fiddling with some more things in the tank, “I ain’t too hung up on datin’ right now. I got my girl and my horses.”

“And now you got me, your annoying neighbor who almost crashes into your horses and asks you to fix toilets.”

He breathes out loudly, “Yeah, ‘nother pain in my ass. Just what a man needs.”

-

The toilet is fixed too quickly. You had busied yourself with other small cleaning tasks that when Joel finds you in the kitchen doing dishes, he startles you. It took him about 15 minutes to finish the job and you had thought you could at least finish up the dishes you made from dinner. 

“‘M all finished up. Gotta get back home to do some rounds at the stables,” He says as he waltzes over to your paper towel holder. He grabs a sheet and begins to wipe his damp hands, “Anythin’ else for me today?”

You turn off the running water, going down a list of fixes you could ask him to do. You decide it’s probably best to just ask him to swing by another day to help you with other things. 

“No, thank you though, Joel. I am sure I’ll be by to ask for more help,” You chuckle, shaking your hands dry, “I owe you dinner or something.”

As you say it, it feels like all the air leaves your lungs. He’s staring at you and there’s a glint in his eyes. You are not that good at reading people, mostly because you are deathly afraid of being wrong. His eyebrows raise as he leans against the counter near you. He’s so close and in your space, but you try to push the thought of him coming onto you out of your mind. 

“What’do you got on the menu tomorrow?”

His voice is kind of husky which makes your brain draw a blank. You wipe your hands on your pants before crossing the kitchen to check your fridge. You glance through your ingredients, settling for the only dinner item you can conjure up that his southern palette may like. 

“Baked chicken and vegetables?”

He nods, tossing his paper towel into the bin beside you. “Yeah, I've been needing a home-cooked meal. Think I could come over at like 5? Tomorrow?”

You recollect a time when a guy showed interest in wanting to hang out with you outside of work. It had been years and he was not nearly as attractive as the man in front of you. 

You nod slowly, trying not to look too robotic due to your nerves. “Sure thing, cowboy.”

-

You did not know what to wear. You contemplated going into town to see what the local boutiques had but you ran the risk of Joel seeing you out. You didn’t even know if this was a date. 

You settle on a sundress you have owned since high school. It’s the perfect length and while your mind goes to wanting to impress Joel, you also need to be comfortable. 

You cleaned your house, adding some new decorations to your living room walls. You even clean your sheets and make sure your bedroom is vacuumed. 

When the time comes for Joel to arrive, you pace the kitchen anticipating the doorbell. You already had all the food prepped and ready to put in the oven. The vegetables have been cut and seasoned. Everything was just the way you needed it to be. 

Joel gets there 5 after your scheduled time. When you welcome him at the door, his hair is styled and you can tell he put on his “fancy jeans”. 

What you didn’t expect was the bouquet of flowers he had in his hands. 

“Afternoon, neighbor,” He begins before extending the floral arrangement towards you, “My girl said I had to bring you something nice. Somethin’ bout being a gentleman.”

You smile widely, giving flowers all your attention. Even with the fragrant bouquet, you get a whiff of his sandalwood cologne. 

“Nice to see you cleaned up for me, cowboy. Come on in, dinner is about to get put in the oven.”

-

You catch him scanning you up and down when you place the spread of chicken and vegetables on the table. He was in the midst of talking about his daughter and her band fundraiser, but he completely halted when you took notice of his staring. 

You settle into the dining room chair across from him, waiting for him to continue, but he doesn’t. 

“She needs more sponsors?” You break the silence, wanting to move away from the sudden awkwardness. 

He swallows, reaching for the serving fork, “Oh, yeah. She needs to reach a certain goal to go on her senior band trip.”

You try to avoid his wandering gaze again, focusing on organizing your plate of vegetables. “Where are they going?”

“Disney. She ain’t never been out of Texas, so she really wants to go.”

You remember all the trips your family said they’d go on to Disney, but they never did. Your father could not stand being around his own children, let alone other people’s children. You think about how he used to complain about your constant questions, all the times he completely ignored you for your brother. You start to spiral, the anxiety creeping up in the back of your throat. You push your chair out from under the table, excusing yourself for a moment. You go to the bar you have set up in the living room and grab the only sweet wine you have. Strawberry. You grab two glasses from the top of the setup and walk back to Joel. 

“Forgot wine,” you mumble, setting a glass in front of him, “You want some?”

He is already picking at his chicken, “Yeah, I’ll take some.”

You are quiet as you uncork it expertly, pouring it into each of the glasses. Joel watches you like a hawk. You can tell he’s trying to read your expression, so you try your best to remain neutral even though your hands are shaking. 

You place the bottle in the middle of the table, making sure it’s easily reachable. 

You finally sit back down, sipping the red liquid. The strawberry flavor isn’t very strong, it’s more like a hint of the berry. You had gotten the bottle from a roadside stand in Kentucky. An older lady who must have owned a vineyard nearby was selling them for $5 each. You told yourself you would only use it for a special occasion. This event seemed fitting. 

Wine always makes you flushed, but you are always a bit flushed around Joel. Even more so when he’s watching you so intently. 

After a couple of sips, you finally rest your shoulders and begin to eat your dinner. 

“I could sponsor her,” you finally say, returning to the previous conversation. For some reason, you felt obligated. Joel quickly retaliates, shaking his head as he chewed on your roasted veggies. 

“You ain’t gotta do that, doll.” 

The nickname rings in your ears. You take another sip of wine. You can tell Joel notices your reaction because he smirks with his mouth full. 

“But I want to, Joel. I’m sure she has worked hard her high school career, she deserves to have fun.”

He hums, but still shakes his head negatively, “I can’t let you just pay for-”

“You can and you will,” You enjoy another bite, smirking at your defiance towards him. He looks perplexed. “So when is this fundraiser? Is there like a dinner or something?”

He finally caves, “This Friday at the school. It’s a dinner and auction. I guess if the kids don’t find their sponsors, some local businesses are willing to sponsor them.”

“Are you going?”

“Yeah,” He cuts up his chicken, “I guess you’re gonna come along, too, if you’re givin’ my girl all that money.”

“Does a check work?”

He sits back in his chair, already finishing off his wine, “You seriously don’t have to-”

“What are neighbors for, Joel?”

He nods, “You mean friends.”

You furrow your brows, trying to let your hazy mind find a time when you called him your friend. This was a new development.

“Friends, huh?”

He pours more in his glass, “Well, I’d like to think so.”

The wine is hitting your system and you realize your arms feel lighter. You grab the stem of your glass and tip it up to down the rest of the alcohol. Joel’s eyes are trained on you, waiting for a snarky response. 

“Do friends stare at other friends like that?” You pour more wine for yourself. You realize he’s done eating so before he can respond to your flirtation, you speak up again, “You done with that?”

He looks down at his empty plate, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Yes friends look at other friends like that, or you’re done eating.”

He grins, “‘m done eating, doll.”

-

You two find your way out to the rocking chairs. They were left there by the previous owners and you could tell they were probably as old as you. 

You had another full glass of wine, sipping it as Joel lit up a cigarette. He admitted it was only a bad habit when he was drinking, which was rare. “Sarah gets onto me when I have even one beer. So this has gotta be between us two.”

You swirl the crystal, watching him carefully take a drag of the stick. “Your secret is safe with me, cowboy.”

He giggles as he lets out a huff of smoke. “I haven’t had secrets in a long time. Guess I’m lucky it’s with the town stranger.”

The statement hits you in the very pit of your settling tummy. You furrow your eyebrows, leaning forward towards him. Your chairs are not that far away from one another, so this is probably the closest you have ever been to him except for that one moment in the kitchen. 

“Luckiest man in Texas that’s for sure,” You muster, averting your eyes. You could not stare into his beautiful brown eyes for too long. “Having the privilege of getting me out of my head. No man has done that in years.”

“What? You not good at letting loose?”

You shake your head, knowing that he did not understand what you meant. You take a moment to inhale, finally glancing up at him again. “I think I may just be cursed.”

“Now, why do you say that?”

You contemplate spilling the beans. Letting your heart fall onto your sleeve after years of shielding it from anyone who looks your way. Your lips part, but no words come out. It’s just the sounds of the cicadas. 

“As soon as something is good, it gets bad somehow. I don’t even get a moment to savor it.”

You feel the statement down to your bones. The last time you felt settled in your own life, the rug got pulled out from under you. You cannot remember a time when you truly felt present in a special moment. You always felt like you were floating outside of your body, watching things happen and never really truly feeling anything. 

You don’t expect him to lean closer to you, “Whatever happened before you got here, you ain’t gotta worry about it anymore. You obviously put distance between you and what happened for a reason. Let this little side of the world be your home now.”

You push your spiraling thoughts away, letting him be right. 

“I’m workin’ on getting settled. It’s easy when you have a handsome cowboy to help along the way.”

It comes out like word vomit. Between the wine and the nerves coursing through your entire being, you can’t help but admit your little crush on the man. You slap your free hand over your forehead, admitting defeat before he can even respond. You knew he would take the comment and run with it.

“You always flirt with your friends, sweetheart?” He was toying with you, which was a good sign. If he wasn’t interested, he wouldn’t call you such a thing. 

You smile, releasing your face from your hand. His eyes are tracing every curve of your face, a subtle pass that you did not capture quickly enough. 

“Only ones that fix my toilets.”

And then, he kisses you. It happens so quickly, that you don’t fully grasp that it’s happening until you're molding your lips into his. Once your buzzed brain picks up the fact that the man you have been crushing on is kissing you, he pulls away. Your eyes are still closed, your hands still gripping onto your wine glass. 

He huffs loudly and stands up quickly. Once you place your eyes on him, he’s pacing around the back deck stairs, not too far from where you’re sitting. You instantly bite back the urge to ask him what’s wrong, because there’s always something wrong. 

“‘M sorry, sweetheart. I should’na done that.”

He instantly regretted it. The thought made your throat tighten. He continues to walk back and forth, causing a draft. 

“It’s fine, Joel. I’m n-not mad.”

He shakes his head, halting his robot-like movements. He finally looks at your pitiful expression and lets out a long sigh. “I don’t think I’m much of a gentleman, kissing you on the first date.”

You watch as he places his hands on his hips, contemplating his whole life right before your eyes. You realize he is too traditional to see that nowadays, people are sleeping together on the first date. First base is nothing. You rest your glass on a decrepit table next to you and stand up. 

You slowly approach him, trying to catch a glance from him, but he continues to avert his eyes. You grow bold enough to tilt his chin towards you, letting your guard down for a moment. 

“You’re such a gentleman, it hurts,” you whisper, slowly letting a smirk grow across your face. The comment makes his shoulders lower, finally relaxing from such a heated moment. 

“Just don’t wanna mess this up with ya,” He murmurs, only letting you and the nearby fireflies hear you, “I enjoy spending time with you.”

You slowly lower your hand to your side, trying to act casually about the confession. But the truth is you want to run and wake up every cow and horse within a 10-mile radius with a squeal of delight. 

“I like spending time with you, too, Joel.”

He takes your hand as you say it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. His breath is hot on the back of your hand before he says, “Well now, I quite like the sound of that."

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[opheliasflora]

Title: The Dance (Joel Miller/gn!Reader)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 872

Warnings: Ain’t nothing but fluff, but Ellie’s here so there’s an f-bomb in there. And a bit of making out. (No use of gendered pronouns; no Y/N; Joel calls Reader “honey”. Reader is suggested to be slightly shorter than Joel, but it’s not definitive.)

Notes: Written in about…ten minutes, just inspired by that photo up there. It’s what Joel and Ellie deserve, not what they actually get. Completely un-betaed and honestly…I didn’t even reread it after writing it. This is about as stream-of-consciousness as something could be.

For @ladamedusoif.

(Dividers by @saradika-graphics.)

You’ve never seen Joel look simultaneously so relaxed and so terrified.

He’s been your neighbor since he and Ellie moved to Jackson; the little yard shared between the backs of your houses a space where you slowly learned about the man and his girl that otherwise mostly kept to themselves. Conversations over garden work turned to nights over drinks; Ellie’s presence faded a bit as she made friends, leaving you and Joel alone under the stars more often than not.

Now, though, he sits across the room from you, eyes reflecting the little fairy lights strung overhead. His hair is longer than it had been when you met, despite his sister-in-law’s best attempts to convince him to let her cut it; his clothes fit a bit better now that he’s eating more regularly.

His gaze is trained on his daughter — not his by birth, he’d informed you one late night, but his daughter nonetheless — as she laughs and dances with Dina in the middle of the floor. “I think she’s in love,” he’d told you a few days earlier. “I hope she’ll tell me.”

“She will,” you’d replied. “At her own pace.”

You can empathize with Ellie.

Something drives you to stand up, to move across the room and drop a hand gently on Joel’s shoulder. “Hey.”

“Hiya,” he says, lifting his eyes from Ellie to you. There’s the ghost of a smile on his lips. (Ellie once told you you’re the only person she’s ever seen him smile at besides herself and Tommy. You feel blessed.) “Was wondering when you’d come say hi.”

“You could have done it,” you tease, your fingers playing at the collar of his jacket.

“Now where’s the fun in that?”

You grin brightly. “C’mon, Mr. Miller. I want to dance.”

Joel’s dark eyes narrow. “I don’t dance, honey.”

“I’ll show you how,” you reply. You’re not taking ‘no’ for an answer. You slip your hand down his arm a little and tug him upright. “Let’s go show Ellie and Dina how it’s done.”

He hesitates, but slowly, he follows you as you lead him out, your fingers around the meat of his palm. Ellie meets you, then looks at Joel, her own softer brown eyes shining.

They’ve been fighting more. You assume it’s the normal teenage thing; Ellie is sixteen now, making friends, falling in love, discovering herself — you remember what it was like with your own parents when you were her age.

But there’s still love in both of their faces, regardless of disagreements. It’s undeniable.

Joel nods, just slightly, to his daughter as Ellie does the same. They’re so alike, you think.

The music changes to something slower, easier, and Dina immediately wraps her arms around Ellie, who looks shocked for only a split second before easing right into it. There’s another glance at Joel, who finally offers a real smile, and they’re off, spinning into the night.

You slip your hands up and lock your wrists behind Joel’s neck as his broad hands fall to your waist. He doesn’t need any guidance, it turns out — he’s got an easy, natural rhythm and you keep in time with his movements without a thought.

“Feels weird being able to do this, doesn’t it?” you say softly.

Joel looks into your eyes. “A little.” He glances towards Ellie and Dina before meeting your gaze again. “I’m glad she gets to have it, though.”

“What about you?”

He shrugs, his fingers pressing a little harder into your body.

“I’m glad you get to have it,” you offer instead. “I think maybe… You need this kind of normalcy.”

“Don’t know if I deserve it, though.”

Joel’s always like this. Believes his past defines who he should be now; even though he’s never gone into too much detail, you’re willing to believe he didn’t do anything worse than most of the people living in Jackson now.

“We all deserve this, Joel.” You catch your fingers in the curls over his collar. “Even you.”

The music swells and in turn, he spins you slightly, making you giggle. For the moment, he’s completely focused on you — not Ellie and Dina, not Tommy and Maria who have joined in a few feet away.

Just you.

“You’re too kind to me, honey.”

You shake your head. “No, I think I’m just the right amount.”

Joel’s lips curve again, and he pulls you just a bit tighter against him. You take the opportunity and rest your cheek against his heart, listening to the strong, steady beat as he sways you around. You don’t miss the wink from Tommy as you pass by, or the way Ellie’s eyes shimmer as she swings past you.

You’ve always liked the Miller family, and it seems like the feeling is mutual.

You’re even more sure of it when Joel’s got you pressed against the front of his house, his lips on your throat and his hands under the hem of your shirt.

“Get a fuckin’ room!”

Ellie’s laugh echoes across the front yard as you feel your face get hot. Joel, on the other hand, simply laughs into your skin and his fingers press a little harder against your spine.

“Should we take her up on that offer?”

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[tomssexdoll]

hey boobie toobie

so, you and bill are in an argument. a nasty one. in a hotel of all places. he’s been texting you he’d return to the hotel early all week but getting there at 3am which obviously raises suspicion. you accuse him that he might be cheating or doing something dangerous. after a few insults are thrown from both ends, he mentions your eating disorder. a sensitive place you both swore to never mention. “well at least i can fucking eat,” you felt your heart break. there was a moment of silence as you registered what he said. “fuck- liebe im sorry” he tried apologizing, but you didn’t wanna hear it. “no, get the **fuck** away from me, bill-“ you snapped. you slapped his hands as they tried to comfort you. you grabbed your things and stormed out of the hotel room. you had nowhere to go. all of your friends were hours away since you followed bill on tour. your first thought was gustav, he was so sweet and could definitely cheer you up. he was your closest friend in the band. it would usually be bill, but for obvious reasons not today. you stumbled to gustav’s hotel room and knocked gently but eagerly. he swung open the door, confused expression. “c-can i come in?” as gustav lets you in, you start rambling about what happened. you even began to cry. gustav succeeds in calming you down and eventually bill knocks on the door. gustav answers and sees you on his bed looking a mess. “y/n!” he exclaims and pushed past gustav to get to you. “i don’t wanna see you,” you mumble. “schatz, please? i’ll make it up to you” he pleads. you finally agree and bill leads you out of the hotel and into your favorite nearby restaurant where at your table, he apologizes about everything and you forgive him :)

omg yes ily

How could you?

PAIRINGS: Bill 2010 x Female reader

CONTENT: SMUT

SYPNOSIS: Bill and Y/N get in a heated argument after he yet again returns home late, he mentions something they both agreed they'd never bring up ever, going to Gustav for comfort.

A/N: hi

WARNINGS: yelling, arguing, mentions of eating disorder

Bill has been acting weird lately. We were on a tour for his band and stayed at a hotel in Paris. He'd been texting me all week that he'd be home early but would always manage to come around 3am, rough looking.

It really hurt me seeing him do this, he never really acted like this in the past so I never understood what provoked it. Was he cheating? Or worse, doing something illegal or dangerous? It was a foreign country and he could get killed.

Every night my heart filled with worry, tears falling down my cheeks at the minutes going by where he still wasn't home. Tonight he came home late again, the clock read 3:04am. He bursted in, chucking himself on the bed in hopes to go to bed and prevent my yelling. But I had enough of his bullshit.

"Don't try and sleep your way out of this, get the fuck up," I raised my voice, "where have you been all night? You texted me 5 hours ago and said you'd be home" I sighed.

He just rolled his eyes, slowly getting up, "I don't want to hear it y/n, I'm fucking tired" he groaned deeply, walking towards me. "I don't care if you're tired, clearly you're not tired enough to go out every night and do god knows what" I spat, crossing my arms.

"Oh shut up, you're always worrying about stupid things" "stupid things? For all I know you could be cheating, is that what you're doing? Because if you are it's not very discreet" I glared at him, testing his patience.

"Oh my god, of course I'm not cheating" he grunted, looking down at me intensely, his eyes piercing through mine. "Then what are you doing? Doing illegal things? Drugs? Stealing things? Hm?" I spoke to him like I was his mother, lecturing him on his whereabouts.

"No! For fuck sakes you're so controlling! Always telling me what to do, you're psycho!" he raised his voice, grabbing my arm. I slapped his hand away as soon as it got into contact with my skin, "how dare you? You fucking pig!" I yelled.

Great, we were arguing once again. In a fucking hotel of all places.

He got visibly more angry, his eyes narrowing at me "don't fucking call me that, you're a fucking bitch" he growled, "always complaining, bitching and moaning, I should've just left you at home for fuck sakes" rubbing his temples in frustation.

"Oh great, thanks, that makes me feel wonderful," I rolled my eyes, turning away from him and sitting down onto the bed. "Now you're the one walking away, I thought we were going to talk about it schatz?" he taunted, "oh don't even Bill, you're so fucking selfish," I scoffed.

"Selfish? Yet I'm the one who provides you with fucking everything, I spoil you all the time with gifts," a scowl appearing on his face. "It's not about the money Bill, it's about quality time and love, it seems you can't even do that properly," I sighed.

"Can't do it properly?" he chuckled, "let's talk about what you can't do properly, at least I can fucking eat properly, can you say the same?" he spat out, his words bitter and cruel.

My heart just broke at his words, my mouth slightly agape. He knew that I struggled with an eating disorder, a place we both swore never to mention.

There was an awkward silence before what he said registered in his head, his expression going from anger to guilt, his eyes softening. "Oh fuck...liebe I'm so so sorry," he rushed towards me, trying to apologise but it went through one ear and out the other.

His hands came towards to waist, trying to pull me close and get away with such a horrible comment. "No! Get the fuck away from me Bill," I snapped, slapping his hands away from me. I got up and started to pack my things, ignoring his cries for me.

I stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me, trying to figure out where I should go. I wasn't close enough with Tom or Georg..my friends were hours away. Then I realized Gustav would welcome me with open arms, I rushed over to his room and knocked gently on the door, urgent to go in so Bill wouldn't drag me back to our room.

After a moment he swung the door open, confused to see me standing there with my things, "what's wrong Y/N?" he frowned, glancing from my face to my bags.

"C-can I come in.." I bit my lip, trying to stop tears from pouring out of my eyes, voice slightly shaky. He nodded quickly and let me in, closing the door softly behind me and leading me to his bed.

"So what happened, was it Bill?" he sighed, running his thumb over my hand, a friendly gesture he'd usually do if I was upset. I nodded, "he..he brought up my eating disorder in a fight.." I burst into tears, Gustav immediately wrapping his arms around me, "I'm sorry y/n..that's such a shitty thing for him to do.." he sighed, comforting me.

I nodded and kept rambling about everything he was doing, staying out late and not telling me, lying and telling me how he would be home early. Gustav just listened to me, giving little comments here and there, rubbing my back soothingly.

I eventually calmed down, Gustavs calming voice making me feel better. He let go of me, running his thumb over my hand again, "I'm always here if you need someone to talk to, I know how mean he can get when he's tired" he smiled softly, I nodded and thanked him, he was an angel.

We kept on talking, discussing what I should do when I heard a soft knock, Gustav thought it might of been Georg or Tom or even room service so he got up, slowly approaching the door and opening it, Bills tall figure appearing in the doorway.

Bills eyes light up when he sees me, sitting on Gustavs bed, looking like a complete mess, my mascara smudged on my cheeks. He pushed past Gustav, running to me. I didn't even look up at him, not bearing to see his face after the words he said to me, "I don't want to see you.." I mumbled, he sighed deeply "schatz, please? I'll make it up to you," he pleads, leaning down to my level and holding my hands.

I turned to look at him, I sighed and agreed. I knew it was stupid but the look in his eyes just made me cave in, the way he could so easily woo me was dangerous.

"Thanks Gustav.." I smiled and hugged him, waving goodbye as we walked out of his room. Bill didn't speak, just held my hand and lead me downstairs into the lobby, walking out of the hotel and onto the streets.

Eventually we stood outside of my favourite resturant, Bill had called in a favour and they quickly opened at such a late hour, preparing for us. I smiled softly, trying to hide it from him.

"Cmon honey, let's go inside" he kissed my cheek softly, walking inside with me and sitting at our booth, a beautiful view of the city right next to us.

"I'm so sorry for what I said y/n..you know I didn't mean it, it was just the first thing that came to my head and I hadn't even fully processed it, I love you so much" he frowned, reaching over the table and taking my hands in his.

I sighed, "I know baby, I know you didn't mean for it to hurt me but..it really did" he nodded sympathetically, letting me vent my frustations out. "I still love you though, I'm willing to forgive you but if you bring it up again it won't be so easy to trust you again" I sighed, "I promise I won't bring it up, ever again" I smiled and brought his hands to my lips, kissing them softly.

"What were you even doing out so late?" I giggled, "honestly..I was literally just out at bars to destress from the concerts, sometimes I just went on walks that lasted hours, I'm sorry for lying and not telling you where I was, you're not controlling at all you just love and worry about me.." he sighed, embarrassed by his shitty actions.

"It's fine baby..you can just come to me for comfort, you know I'm always here" he nodded, grateful for the suggestion, "thanks baby, I love you so much, I'm so glad I have such a wonderful girl in my life, I don't know what I'd do without you.." he leaned across the table, kissing my lips softly.

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[pastelminx]

My Best Friends Sister (Part 1)

"Hey man, is Katie okay? She seems really on edge or something." I ask my friend Connor.

We've all know each other since we were kids. Their dad was never around so Connor and I looked after Katie and their mom. Now we still spend most of our free time together. Katie lives with my friend Conner so I see her frequently. She's normally bubbly and happy but this week she hasn’t been herself. Conner cares about her but he can be kind of a dick to her, where I've always had a soft spot for her. The older we get, the larger that spot has grown but I'd never act on it.

"I don't know, she won't talk to me. She's been acting like a little brat again and shutting me out so I've started to give her some space. She talks to you sometimes though, maybe you could attempt to see what's going on." He says, a bit hopeful. Of course, I'd take any chance to talk to her.

"Yeah, I'll go see if I can get her to talk. Call 911 if I don't make it out" I joke and we both laugh.

*Knocks on bedroom door*

"Katie it's me, can I come in?" I ask, trying to sound normal.

"Leave me alone!" She shouts back. I roll my eyes.

"Katie come on, don't start with the attitude." I say sternly. I look over and my friend is looking at me like I've lost my mind. She hates being talked to that way. Well… she acts like she hates it but I've seen her slip enough to know better.

"I'm going to count to 5 and if this door isn't open, we're going to have some serious problems. 1.... 2.... 3" I start counting and the door flies open.

"Fine! You better have a good reason for this.” She huffs and I smile, knowing I was right and my friend is probably in shock that it worked. She sits on her bed with her arms crossed, sporting a sour look. I start looking around before I sit down next to her.

"Come on Sugar, tell me what's going on. You haven’t been yourself all week" I say softly. She just shakes her head and basically pouts.

I adjust myself on her bed and notice something... A different sound. I move again and it's coming from the bed. I get up and lift the covers, seeing a plastic mattress protector sticking out from under the sheets. She's mortified but silent as she looks away from my gaze.

"Care to explain this, sugar? I know you haven't always had this. You can tell me if something is going on." I say gently. No answer again. I sigh knowing I'm going to have to do this the hard way.

"You've got two choices. 1, you look at me and tell me the truth about what's going on. 2, I go through all of your belongings… and device history until I find out." I tell her sternly.

She whips her head around so fast to glare at me. "I'll call my brother in here. He won't let you do that." She retorts, thinking that would work.

"Who do you think sent me in here, Sugar? I'm happy to get to the bottom of this either way so what's it going to be." I ask. She just stares at me in silence so I take that as the hard option and I get up to start on her closet.

"Wait!" She shouts, sounding panicked.

"Yes?" I ask without turning around.

"I'll tell you. Please don't go through my things, Jace" she says in a defeated tone. I walk back to her but instead of sitting on the bed, I sit on her computer chair. I move it right in front of her and sit with one leg on either side of hers.

"I'm all ears, Sugar." I say to her. She waits a minute before letting out a big sigh and starting.

"You're the last person I want to know about this, this is extremely embarrassing and I don't want to tell you." She states, hoping that I'll back off. But I watch her and wait for her to continue. "I've been extremely stressed with finals and work right now... It's brought on an old problem that I'm trying to deal with." She said and waited for me to say something but I just wait for her to continue. "I used to wet the bed and sometimes have accidents as a kid. I recently went to the doctor and she told me that stress is likely the reason I'm dealing with it again. But she couldn't tell me when it would go away." She finishes and she's bright red now and fidgeting with her fingers.

"Is that the whole truth? How often are these accidents happening and when did this start? Aside from your mattress protector, what are you doing to help with it?" I ask as I ease up on the tough guy act. I remember that she used to wet the bed sometimes but as far as she knows, I never knew.

"Yes, that's the whole truth. This is really embarrassing and it bothers me a lot. I don't want people to know or to think I'm some dumb baby. It started a few months ago and has just gotten worse. It's been happening every night and when it's a really stressful day sometimes I have an accident or two." She confesses but didn't answer everything.

"And aside from the mattress protector...?" I ask, reminding her. The poor girl looks like she's about to cry.

"I've been wearing diapers again to bed." She chokes out. I know she's embarrassed but none of this bothers me like she thinks.

"What about for your daytime accidents, Sugar?" I ask.

"I still wear my panties during the day." She says quickly.

"You were a very good girl for telling me the truth. I'm so sorry you're dealing with this but you don't have to go through it alone. Your brother and I can help you and help take the stress off the best we can. No one will think you're a baby or think less of you, everyone knows how independent and intelligent you are. You've done a great job by going to the doctor and taking care of your nighttime accidents so far. Let us help you." I say almost pleading.

"No! No. He can't find out, I don't want h-" she starts but I cut her off.

"Don't start that, he has a right to know and he will be finding out. He doesn't have to be involved if you don't want but he needs to be aware. It's very important, do you understand?" I ask sternly, giving her a look.

"I don't want him involved and I don't want to talk to him about it. " She states.

"Fine, I will handle it and make sure he respects your wishes." I reassure her and I see her visibly relax.

"Would you like my help, Sugar? I'm sure it can't be easy with your work load and you know I'll be here all summer while your brother is overseas. I can help you with your studies, the extra laundry, your diaper changes, the apartment chores." I start listing things and she goes rigid.

"I can manage just fine, thanks" she says through gritted teeth. I'm thinking it might be time to call it the end of the chat to let her relax when I notice her hand placement on her lap and the dark spot creeping out around it.

"Stand up, Sugar." I say quickly and she shakes her head at me. "Now. 1.... 2...." I start the countdown. I'm not sure why that works but it always has. She stands and tries to cover her accident. I see the tears prick her eyes as she tries not to let me see how upset she is.

"It's okay honey, I know this was a hard conversation. Would you please let me help you?" I say softly, trying to coax her into letting me. She gives me a faint nod. "You know I'll need verbal confirmation, Sugar." I say, hoping that didn't change her answer.

"Yes, please, Jace." She hiccups out as the wet spot grows. I direct her into her bathroom and start the shower. I undress her while the water warms.

"You're okay, Sugar, I got you. You take a long hot shower and I'm going to get the laundry started. I'll be here when you're all done though to get you ready for bed. Don't worry, I'll take care of everything if you let me know where you're hiding your diapers." I speak softly and brush her hair out of her eyes.

"In the closet... under the loose floorboard on the left." She says sheepishly. I raise an eyebrow but let it go.

"Okay the water is warm. Get cleaned up." I say and then get to work on the laundry like I said I would.

I lay out a clean blanket on her bed and go looking for these diapers. Oh, I definitely found them... I had to chuckle. They're not boring medical diapers. They have cute little animals in pastel colors all over them. She even has baby powder and rash cream. Oh, and there's a little stuffed animal down there too... That's no place for one. I got all of her supplies out and laid it on the bed ready for her. Next, I picked out her pj's, one of her cute nightgowns seemed fitting.

I heard the water shut off and I walked into the bathroom with a big fluffy towel that I had warmed in the dryer. She hesitated but let me dry her off. I think she was still in shock and unsure what to do or say so I let her just enjoy being taken care of. She froze when she walked out of the bathroom and saw what was waiting for her on the bed.

"I don't need all of that stuff, Jace. It can go back." She tried arguing but I didn't even respond. I just guided her to lay down for her diaper. God, she was so pretty and even putting a diaper on her had me worked up. I didn't give in to those thoughts though. I put cream and powder on her and taped up her cute diaper. I had to admit she was actually adorable like this. Naked except for a thick diaper was not what I expected to be turned on by. I put her nightgown on her and pulled back the covers for her to climb into bed. It was 8:30 which is extremely early for her but I know she hasn’t had a lot of sleep lately.

"Thank you for being such a good girl and letting me take care of you. I know that was hard but I hope I helped ease some of your stress. Your clothes and blanket will be dry in the morning. You, Sugar, are going to get some sleep. I want you to unwind and relax. I know you extremely well so I put a timer on your TV and your phone. It's temporary, don't worry, I just wanted to make sure you relax tonight. Your laptop is staying in my room tonight as well. I'm just down the hall if you need me, the timer doesn't mean you can't get ahold of me anytime. I promise things will get better soon. Night night, Sugar." I let her know and started to get up but she grabbed my wrist.

"Thank you, Jace. I really appreciate your understanding." She said to me. I could tell she wanted to say something else but I didn't push it.

"No need to thank me, Sugar. Get some sleep." I say and then walk out of her room.

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[bloodylullaby]

Dont know if you take blurb requests but I wanted to ask for one (no pressure❤)

What about, something like the reader and Noah being together for a couple months and she thinks that he's gonna leave her for whatever reason but Noah 'reassures' her so she can keep calm.

Idk if you like this but do what you please with it❤

Okay, I got overly excited and a little nervous writing this, but I hope this is what you were semi-looking for. If not, I will do it again without hesitation! :) :)

I may or may not have read other blurbs to make sure I was doing this right.

Song

Masterlist

Three glorious months—seemingly a blink in the vast of time, yet profoundly meaningful in the journey you and Noah have navigated. It marks the peak of three years of friendship, a journey paved with shared laughter, countless conversations, and moments of unspoken understanding. Finally reaching the finish line, you both have embarked on a new chapter, intertwining your lives in a bond strengthened by trust, mutual admiration, and a deep-rooted connection. Every day shows the lasting beauty of your relationship and the profound impact of love, which thrives and grows with each passing moment.

Things seemed like they couldn't get more perfect until your first big fight. You posted a picture of you and Noah cuddling up in his bed, and he freaked out a little. He was one for complete privacy regarding the internet, but you wanted to shout your relationship to the world. It was hard for you to understand why he didn’t want pictures of you two posted, and it was even more challenging for you not to take it as personally as you did. You have been holed up in your room blasting "Lover Dearest '' by Marianas Trench for an intense hour, screaming and crying the lyrics to yourself.

You felt like he was going to break up with you sometime in the near future, and it was getting harder and harder for you not to freak out about it. This caused you to slightly distance yourself from him, which wasn’t hard due to him working in the studio a lot lately. Everything seemed reduced to slower texts, fewer calls, and limited visits for several weeks. You knew it was because once Noah had a creative flow, he couldn’t be slowed down, but emotionally, it felt like he was avoiding you because he didn't want you around anymore.

There was a knock on your door, so you slowly got up to answer it. On the other side was Noah, who had a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a big smile on his face. His expression slightly faltered when he saw your tear-streaked face. Confusion crossed his features when he heard the song you were playing. 

“Why are you listening to your break-up song?” He asked. That just pushed you over the edge and made your tears fall again. He grabbed your face with his free hand, wiping away the tears. “Hey…shhhh, it’s okay, baby. What’s going on?” he asked, concern laced in his voice.

“Are you going to break up with me?” You asked through sniffles and hiccups. Avoiding eye contact, you couldn't bear to see his face, knowing it would only deepen your heartbreak.

Seeing the anguish in your eyes, Noah's expression softened with understanding. After setting down the flowers, he gently cupped your face with both hands, coaxing you to look at him. 

"Hey, no, no, baby, I'm not going to break up with you," he reassured you, his voice filled with sincerity. "I love you, okay? I'm here for you."

Feeling relieved, you finally meet his gaze, tears still glistening. With a shaky breath, you leaned into his embrace, comforting yourself with his reassuring presence. Noah held you close, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you let yourself release the pent-up emotions weighing on you. Looking up at him, you both get swept up in the feelings, and he kisses you. At first, it starts slow and gentle, a way for him to show you that he understands your feelings and will be there to take the pain away. Then it starts to turn hungry, showing you his passion for you and that he isn’t going anywhere.

Leading him to your room, you lay on your bed as he climbs over you. The air is thick with anticipation and desire as he leans in to kiss you, his lips tender and warm against yours. As the kiss deepens, you feel a surge of emotion wash over you, the intensity of your connection palpable in every touch.

For the next hour, Noah worships you and every inch of your body, his lips and hands moving with purpose and passion. Each caress declares his love and commitment, reassuring you that he isn't going anywhere. In his embrace, you feel safe and cherished, the worries and doubts of earlier fading into the background as you lose yourself in the moment. Time seems to stand still as you revel in the intimacy and closeness you share, knowing that together, you can weather any storm that comes your way.

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[skyward-floored]

For IAU requests… anything Four related? Sorry if that’s too vague lol

Don’t worry about it anon, being vague is fine! Precise prompts are fun too, but having some more vague ones adds some nice variety. And gives me the freedom to do stuff like this, hehe.

(Set when they’re all a little older. Four is somewhere in his early teens).

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“Hey, um... Link?”

Four startled, nearly banging his head against that of the girl leaning over him. She jumped back, and Four blinked a few times, trying to focus on her face. Freckles swam into view, and Four finally recognized the girl as his friend Dot.

Friend, despite how his brothers tried to tease.

“Ah, sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” Dot apologized, and Four waved her off, yawning.

“‘S okay,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Did you need something?”

Dot hesitated, something odd shining in her eyes. “You um, really seem tired today, Link. Are you all right?”

No. “Yeah.”

Dot studied him a second, then leaned down, and lowered her voice so the other kids couldn’t hear her as easily.

“I... I heard your brother was in the hospital.”

Four swallowed as the familiar ache in his chest came back, and he looked at his desk as he nodded.

“I’m really sorry,” Dot continued, her voice soft. “Is there anything I can do?”

“No,” Four mumbled, not wanting to think about Twilight, still struggling to recover after a hit from a mysterious weapon had nearly killed him. Hyrule’s powers had had almost no effect on his injury, and they’d exhausted every option they had. And though Twilight was finally no longer on death’s doorstep, he still wasn’t healing like he should be.

He could easily slip back to a dangerous level, and if that happened again he might not have the strength to pull through this time.

“...Link?”

Four swallowed. “Sorry. Thanks though. Appreciate it.”

Dot hesitated, but nodded, and patted his shoulder as the bell rang, signaling the start of class. She sat in the desk next to him like she always did, and poked his arm whenever he started to drift off, giving him a light shake when that wasn’t enough.

The school day dragged on, and dragged him with it, Four fumbling his way through his classes. Dot stayed at his side for all of them that she could, and the part of him that was awake enough to notice was grateful for it.

He’d barely slept the past few days, his emotions were a wreck, and on top of all that he’d had a nasty argument with Wild last night.

“He doesn’t need this right now!”

Four swallowed. All he really wanted to do was go back to the hospital and sit with Twilight, but instead he was stuck in school, currently learning about some math formula while his and Wild’s angry words rang in his head, along with the noise Twilight had made when he’d been hit and Four couldn’t stop thinking about how still he’d gone after he’d fallen—

“Mr. Forester, I asked you a question.”

Four blinked, and realized his math teacher had come up to his desk, arms crossed as her foot tapped on the floor. The classroom was quiet, and Four swallowed when he noticed everyone was looking at him.

“Mr. Forester?” the teacher reminded sternly, and Four swallowed.

“I’m... could you repeat that, please?” he stammered, and she sighed.

“I asked if you knew how to solve the problem,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “And I would appreciate an answer sometime this year.”

A few of his classmates tittered, and Four blinked the exhaustion out of his eyes, trying to remember if he’d actually heard her say the problem or not. His cluttered brain couldn’t focus though, too many thoughts and feelings clogging his usually sharp brain. The writing on the board blurred, and Four swallowed, looking at his desk.

He had no clue what he was supposed to be solving.

“I... n-no. I’m sorry,” he whispered, and to his horror, his eyes began to water.

His teacher sighed, and went back to the front of the class. “Disappointing, Mr. Forester. I expect more from you. Can anyone else tell me how to work these equations? Miss Castor?”

Someone else spoke up, but the words just buzzed in Four’s head, his throat tight as he stared at his desk.

His brother could be dying right now, and he was wasting his time sitting in a math class.

Four bit his lip as it trembled, flipping up the hood of his jacket. The argument with Wild wouldn’t stop replaying through his mind, the way he’d yelled and how Four had yelled back, and how he’d split in the middle of it and said things he knew he’d regret, but they’d felt so good leaving his mouth, and the way Wild’s face had looked so miserable as he’d run away, and how his father had just looked resigned to the fact that they were going to lose Twilight—

A hand squeezed his arm, and Four looked through his hair at Dot, her face sharply worried now. He swallowed rather thickly, and Dot suddenly raised her hand.

“Yes, Miss Gustafson?” their teacher asked as she turned around, and Dot stood from her desk.

“I think I need to take Link to the nurse,” she said firmly, hand still holding Four’s arm. “He hasn’t been feeling well all day, you can see for yourself he’s pale.”

“Are you certain?” their teacher asked, and Dot nodded, unwavering. Their teacher thought for a moment, tapping a finger on her desk. “Hmm. I suppose he has been acting unusual today... that would certainly explain some things. You may escort him.”

“Thank you,” Dot said with a nod, and she pulled Four out of his desk and out of the classroom before he could blink.

They didn’t go to the nurse’s office though, rather Dot pulled him to a small spot behind the stairs, one so small only a few kids could actually fit back here. Four and Dot fit fine though, and she tugged Four down to sit, rifling in her bag.

“Okay, go ahead,” she said, pulling something out.

“Go ahead?” Four asked, barely stopping his voice from wobbling.

“Go ahead. Cry. You were on the verge of breaking down in there, you’ve got to let some of it out or there’s no way you’re making it through any more classes today,” Dot said matter-of-factly. She held up a small packet of tissues. “So cry, please.”

Four let out a hollow laugh. “I’m not going to just start crying because you told me to, Dot.”

“It’ll help, trust me,” Dot urged, and her voice softened. “It’s okay to be upset, Link. Anyone would be with what you’ve got going on. Just cry for a bit, and then we can go back. We don’t even have to go to the nurse if you don’t want to.”

Four laughed again, but the sound was watery. “Dot, just because Tw-Twilight is in the, the hospital, doesn’t m-mean, I...”

For some reason saying it out loud made it all crash down on him, and Four’s voice broke.

He tried to keep talking, but his breath hitched, and suddenly he was crying instead, a sob hiccuping from his throat. Dot stayed quiet as she set a hand on his shoulder, and Four felt tears begin to drip down his cheeks.

She rubbed it a little bit, and Four hiccuped again, wishing in the back of his mind that he could split. Then only a fourth of him would be sobbing his eyes out in front of Dot, and this would be a little less embarrassing.

But his powers were secret, and supposed to stay that way. So Four continued to cry, Dot scooting over to sit more closely beside him, her hand warm on his shoulder.

He didn’t know how long they sat there, Dot patting his shoulder while he cried his eyes out, but it was long enough that he was sure their teacher would be suspicious.

“Y-you should go back,” Four finally said, shakily wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “You’ll be missed.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I can just say you threw up on me and I had to clean myself up,” she shrugged, offering him a tissue. Four let out a watery snort, but took it, shakily blowing his nose. “Or that the nurse wanted to make sure you hadn’t infected me. Ooh, or maybe you were so delirious you begged me to stay at your side, and I was forced to forgo math in order to stop your feverish ramblings.”

“No way that would work as an excuse,” Four said, his voice still wobbling.

“It might, you never know.”

Four fondly shook his head, then sighed, feeling drained from all the crying he’d just done. He didn’t feel... better, exactly, but he felt less overwhelmed by it all. His head felt less cluttered at least, and he gave Dot a grateful look.

“Thanks Dot,” he said quietly, and she nodded, then gave him a quick hug.

“Of course. If you need to talk, or just... anything else, just ask, okay?”

Four nodded, and hugged her back. “Okay.”

They sat under the stairs a little while longer, trying to make Four look like he hadn’t spent the last half hour crying, and then Dot pulled him to his feet, and they went to the nurse’s office together. They at least needed an alibi for being gone so long, and it would be suspicious if Four was never seen going to the nurse. Even if he only felt sick because of worry.

Four sighed as they walked down the hallways, and Dot squeezed his hand, giving him a little smile. He somewhat succeeded in returning it, and his thoughts drifted back to Wild, and their argument.

As soon as he made it through the rest of the school day, he’d... try and talk to him. He owed Wild that much at least.

And... Twilight would want him to try.

#IAU sunset arc babey #linkeduniverse #linked universe #incredibles au #Incredibles au fic #lu four #lu Dot #answers from the floor #anon #fic #writing from the floor #twilight’s fine obviously but it sure sends his family into a tizzy #it’s fun figuring out how things would change for this au #fun times. hehe.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Can I ask "If you weren't alone" with Dazai, Kunikida and Atsushi? I give my thanks first!

If you were not alone

Part VIII

Characters: Self-Aware! Dazai Osamu, Self-Aware! Kunikida Doppo, Self-Aware! Atsushi Nakajima

Reader: GN! Adult! Reader

Warning: OOC. English is my second language

📒🐯🪢🦀 It was supposed to be a normal shopping trip. How in the world you, Kunikida, Dazai and Atsushi ended at the base of Mt. Yougou, not far away from Kamisato's Estate?

No, rephrase that. How in the world you ended up in Teyvat?

Before you can discuss, what happened and what to do next, you four heard a booming voice.

"HEY, SHINOBU, LOOK, ALL-CREATOR DECIDED TO VISIT INAZUMA! LET'S GO AND SAY HELLO!"

A familiar oni was running towards you, almost dragging his deputy leader behind him. Ushi wiggled behind them.

Tall oni stopped before you, bowing.

"Greetings, Your Holiness, cool to see you in Inazuma!"

You opened and closed your mouth, not knowing what to say. Was Itto talking to you? Itto looked at you, waiting for your answer. You coughed.

"Um... Thanks for the warm welcome, Itto. How is your Gang doing?"

You have a feeling, that you messed up, despite seeing a huge grin on Itto's face.

Then you caught Shinobu's gaze. She was observing you. An unreadable expression was ob her face. She spoke, facing Itto.

"Boss, why not to prepare lavender melons to Their Holiness and their guards, while I updated them on Gang's businesses?"

Itto's grin became even bigger, and oni, after grabbing Ushi, hurried up to the distance in search for lavender melons.

When Itto get out of sight, Shinobu's gaze became serious again.

"Okay, with Boss out of earshot... Confess, you four, who are you? Creator... didn't care about Boss and our gang."

You, Atsushi, Kunikida and Dazai, after some whispering, decided not to lie.

At the end of your story, Shinobu looked concerned.

"I... I don't know if you believe me... But you four are in big danger."

📒🐯🪢🦀 It Shinobu quite some time to explain the situation to you. Mostly because Itto returned quite quickly and your little group had a small lunch. At the end of it, Atsushi and Dazai because Bro Atsushi and Bro Dazai, and Kunikida and Shinobu get a headache over three lovable idiots.

After lunch, Shinobu managed to send Itto on an onikabuto hunt ("Creator need a perfect onikabuto familiar for them. Boss, you can find the best one for them.")

And Shinobu continue her tale. About Creator and "sinners cleaning rituals". And about the danger you four were in.

Shinobu said, that you four have few days, before wanted posters will be up.

📒🐯🪢🦀 You stay with the Arataki Gang for tonight. And, while you, Atsushi and Kunikida were sleeping, Dazai was planning. He, with Shinobu help for getting "trivia information", was trying to find a way to protect you all.

You woke up early in the morning, say goodbye to Arataki Gang and hurry to Ritou Island.

Luck was on your side, and you four get on a ship to Liyue.

You were far away from Inazuma, when Ei's lightning storms rise again.

📒 Problems started in Liyue. Mililith solders were patrolling The Harbor and looking through every ship. Kunikida prepared flash grenades and dark glasses in advance. You will only have one chance.

In a "storm" of flashing lights, you, Kunikida and Atsushi with sunglasses on and Dazai with a blindfold on escaped from Liyue Harbor.

Kunikida didn't tell you about the gun he created in case of the situation going bad.

🐯 In Sumeru you get very strange protection. Rishboland Tigers, for some reason, loved Atsushi and followed his every command. When Corps of Thirty chased after you, rishboland tigers, with half-transformed Atsushi as their leader, chased them away.

One of the tigers was the one, who found aranaras and called you.

And they were quite happy to see you.

"World Nara are finally here!"

Same day, you four met Nahida.

Dendro Archon explained more about the whole situation. And provided you four with three choices.

1. You can stay in Sumeru and wait for Alice, your only hope to get to the real world, visit this nation again.

2. Hurry to Natlan, where Alice was traveling to.

3. Go to Mondstadt and wait for Alice's arrival. She should be there on Klee's birthday.

You can only choose one. You won't be able to travel from Natlan to Mondstadt in time, and, staying for so long in Sumeru, despite Nahida's assistance, can be dangerous.

📒🐯🦀🪢 A one discussion later, you four decided to go to Mondstadt. And Nahida even find a way for you to safe travel.

With Dehya and Dunyarzad starting rumors about Imposter going to Natlan, Keveh and Alhaitham (who needed to do some job for dendro archon in Mondstadt and get gifts for Creator to the Ivory Throne) will secretly get you four to Mondstadt.

After a tearful goodbye to Nahida and Aranaras, you left Sumeru.

🦀🪢 During the short trip to Mondstadt, you, Dazai, Kunikida, Atsushi, Alhaitham and Kaveh became good friends. And, you discovered, that Teyvat started to listen to your small commands.

(You didn't know, that Nahida and Aranaras were praying to you, making your powers stronger).

After you get to Mondstadt, a waiting game started. You four, with a help of Albedo, who run into you four one day, managed to stay hidden from the Knights of Favonius.

Dazai also brought Primordial Albedo to your camp one day. You didn't know where he found him, or why he decided to bring him to you, but... Now you have your own alchemist.

and you thought, it was Oda's job to took in orphans

And you all became good friends with Klee.

📒🐯🦀🪢You managed to safely stay in Mondstadt, until Alice's arrival. You four got presents from Alice, a thank you for being friends of Klee, and Alice finally got you five (Dazai demand for Prim to go with you) at the Real World. But, before that, she spoke to you.

"Your Holiness... [Y/N]... Monster on the throne... It will destroy Teyvat one day. Please, if you can... Send us help to dethrone them."

You promised to think about it. She asked you to provide your powers for her to transport you five.

_________

🐾 Fukuzawa was worried. Three of his detectives and you were missing. And search parties came back with no results.

Until one day, you four appeared from the portal in the barn (portal remains) with a strange new guy and dags full of fruits. And... Is it planers on your backs?

🐾 Explanation is in order. And then, more planning to come. You have people in Teyvat to help to.

_________

Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters @nervousinfluencertidalwave @ayameshu

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #imposter sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau impostor au #imposter au #Self-Aware Atsushi Nakajima #Self-Aware Dazai Osamu #Self-Aware Doppo Kunikida #dazai osamu x reader #atsushi nakajima x reader #kunikida doppo x reader #dazai x reader #atsushi x reader #kunikida x reader

[mikachacha]

Hello, May I please request Bada x idol fem reader? Where they've been together and moved in together for years in secret with only their closest friends and family knowing but they end up accidentally revealing their relationship when one of them does a vlive or an suggestive instagram post?

Caught (Bada Lee x Idol! Reader)

Synopsis: You accidentally revealed your long term relationship with Bada because of a vlive.

TW: mentions of homophobia, some foul language here and there. Minors, please dni.

A/N: this is such a cute prompt i love ittttt hoe era is temporarily cancelled 🫶

You've been in a relationship with Bada even before you debuted as an idol. As much as you wanted to show her off and climb her up like a tree in front of everyone, you can't. Because you're not supposed to be dating anyone and that people are so homophobic and they're not ready for your gayness reserved for your beautiful girlfriend.

"Babe can you please stay in the living room for maybe an hour? I need to do a vlive." you pouted as you looked at your girlfriend who was reading a book in your shared bed. She playfully rolled her eyes at your request but got up nonetheless. She gave you a quick kiss before pinching your cheeks.

"Babe we've been together for what, five years now? And you're still not ashamed of me? I'm hurt!" Bada says dramatically which made you pout even more. She chuckles and kisses you. You've been together for almost 5 years and she understands why you can't go public with your relationship since you're an idol and you'd be in trouble with your company if they found out you're dating each other.

"Stop ittttt. You're so mean." you complained and she just laughed, fixing your hair before going to the living room so you can do your vlive in peace.

You did your usual vlive routine, doing a mini mukbang with the snacks stash you have in your shared room with Bada and answering some questions from your fans. You move around a lot during your live and you forgot that there's a picture of you and Bada kissing, framed on the nightstand that you forgot to hide. You only realized that huge blunder when the fans began commenting about the picture.

Panicked, you quickly ended the vlive and ran to Bada, tears welling in your eyes as you hugged her tight. Bada was confused. It's not even 30 minutes but you're already done with your vlive and you look like you're about to cry.

"Baby what's wrong? Was someone being mean to you?" Bada asked, concerned and you just shook your head. She just held you, stroking your hair until you finally calmed down enough to tell her what's really going on. When you told her, Bada could feel her heart pounding against her chest. Yeah, she wants everyone to know that you're hers but not like this. She's more than okay with your current set up that only your families knew along with some close friends about your relationship but now almost everyone knows about it.

"Shit.. I'm sorry.. I should've checked first." you sobbed and Bada pressed kisses all over your face, assuring you that it's okay and you don't have to say sorry about it.

"Hey, hey it's okay. You don't have to say sorry, pretty baby.." She whispers and holds you in her arms. You wipe your tears away and open your phone. Sure enough, everyone's talking about the framed picture, there are screenshots as well taken from your vlive earlier.

You look up at your girlfriend and give her hand a gentle squeeze. Everyone knows about your relationship with her at this point. Why not come clean about everything, right? Your fans deserve to know and you didn't want to hide your love for Bada anymore.

"Baby, let's come clean? I think the fans deserve an explanation and I don't want to hide us anymore." you told her and Bada looked at you, wanting to make sure that you really wanted this, not just because you're pressured into doing so.

"Are you sure? Babe, you don't have to do this." Bada says and you nod your head, giving her a smile. She sighed and finally agreed. You took pictures together and you posted them, along with some pictures of you and Bada throughout the years you've been together and finally admitting your relationship.

With the official announcement from you, some fans were disappointed and some people were outraged. Some hurled homophobic slurs towards you and Bada, you were forced to go on hiatus until everything calms down. You should've felt sad about everything but you oddly felt happy because you didn't have to hide your love anymore. Your family and friends support you and Bada loves you, that's all that matters to you at this point. You could have the whole world turn their back on you but as long as Bada is there, then that's okay.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader #lee bada #bada lee imagine #bada fanfic

[rvzcvx]

hello!! how are you? i hope it won't be difficult for you to write what i ask, but if it's problematic, just ignore it!

let it be a smut with dom Bill and sub reader, where they are each other's best Internet friends, because Bill is always on trains to concerts. when Bill and the reader arrange for the reader to come to his concert, when Tokio Hotel finally turns up in the city where the reader lives, after the concert, Bill and the reader must meet for the first time, since they had not seen each other live before. when the concert ends and they finally meet, Bill takes the reader to his dressing room, from where all the other band members have already left, and Bill has to wash off his makeup, which he asks the reader to help with, sitting her on his lap, which is why she is so embarrassed, but helps Bill. while taking off his makeup, Bill stares at her lips, and when the makeup is done, he kisses her, and it all turns into a smut.

i hope it doesn't look so bad and is feasible. good luck with that, even if you don't write what i asked for, but something else! have a nice day ;)

i believe in you! <3

ONLINE FRIENDS

pairing: bill x female reader

warnings: smut, dom!bill, sub!reader, kissing, head (fem!receiving), p in v

a/n: i love your request!! i hope youre gonna have a good day too!! i really enjoyed writing this!! you guys can send more requests, i will write them as fast as i can!!

For some time now, I have been texting online with a boy named Bill. He told me a lot about himself and his band, but we never met because he rarely visited the city where i lived.

Currently, I was sitting on my bed and scrolling through Instagram when someone started calling me. When I noticed it was Bill, I answered immediately.

"Hey Bill, what's up?" I asked. “Hey y/n, I wanted to tell you that my band will be having a concert in your city soon!” Bill said. You could hear in his voice that he was smiling.

"Oh my god, really?!" I screamed with excitement and almost started jumping around the room with happiness. "Really! I got you tickets, you'll be in the front row!" Bill said. "Thank you Bill, you are the best! I can't wait to see you!" I said with a big smile on my face.

"I can't wait to see you too!" Bill added. We talked for another half hour until Bill had to end because he had band rehearsals.

Time skip to the day of the concert.

Today is the day I will see the Tokio hotel in real life! I put on a black top, a short denim skirt, white heels and took a silver bag in which I put all the most important things.

I texted Bill that I couldn't wait to see him and left the house and got into a taxi. I gave the driver the address and after 20 minutes I arrived at my destination.

Since I had early access to the entrance, I could skip the entire queue and enter as one of the first to occupy the first row.

After half an hour, there was a crowd here. The concert hall accommodated as many as 50,000 people. As I looked around this huge venue, I didn't notice that the band had finally taken the stage.

Together with other fans, I started screaming and waving at the boys. I made eye contact with Bill and we smiled at each other, and in a moment the first song, durch den monsun, could be heard.

Time skip after the concert.

The concert was wonderful, I sang all the songs and I was very excited to see my online friend.

Finally, when the band left the stage, everyone started to get ready to leave, including me. As I reached the exit, a security guard approached me. "Bill Kaulitz asked you to go backstage, please follow me" The man said and started leading me somewhere where fans wouldn't have access.

We walked through long corridors until we finally stopped in front of a room where another security guard stood and let me in. Bill was sitting on the couch in the room.

When I saw him, I immediately approached him. "God Bill, you're even taller in real life than in the photos" I said and looked up at him, hugging him. "And you're even shorter." He laughed and patted me on the back.

"I have to take off my makeup and then we can go to the hotel. The boys have already gone anyway" He announced and sat down at the table with a mirror. "I can help you if you want" I said and smiled, standing behind him.

"Of course. It will be faster if you help me" Bill replied and smiled too, patting his knee, which probably meant that I should sit on it.

I blushed, but I didn't refuse and I sat on his knee, taking a cotton pad in my hand and starting to remove his makeup. I felt his eyes on my lips the whole time, but I didn't say anything.

When I finished, I smiled. "And it's done" I said, but I felt Bill's hand on my waist as he pulled me closer and kissed me.

At first, I was surprised and didn't know what to do, but after a while I kissed him back and placed my hands on his shoulders.

Bill placed his hands on my buttocks and lifted me up from the chair and placed my back against the table behind us as he continued to kiss me.

He started kissing me lower until he crouched down in front of me. "May I?" He asked, pointing to my skirt. I nodded yes and soon I heard the sound of my skirt falling down.

Bill pulled aside my already wet pink panties and buried his head in my folds. "Ahhh, Bill!" I screamed, grabbing his hair and pinning my legs on either side of his head.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me" He said, plunging his tongue into me. When I felt his cold piercing, I moaned loudly. "Bill, I can't, oh" I gasped, grabbing his hair in pleasure.

Bill continued, holding my thigh with one hand and rubbing circles on my clit with the other. Finally I felt a knot forming in my stomach and I cummed on his tongue. "Ahh, I'm cumming!" I moaned.

Bill just smiled and stood up, kissing me again. I felt his tongue, which still had some of my juices on it, and smiled into his lips.

"It's not over yet" He said and started to unbuckle his belt. I smiled and helped him take off his pants, steadying myself on the table with one hand.

He pulled down his pants along with his boxers and that's when I saw how big he was. My eyes widened and I swallowed. Bill pulled a small bottle of lube from his bag and spread it over his length.

After a while I felt him at my entrance. Bill grabbed my hips and kissed me. "Are you ready?" He asked. "Yes please" I said and grabbed his back, impaling myself on his cock.

We both moaned at the same time and Bill started moving. "You're so tight, god" He said. "Don't stop!" I said, feeling tears come to my eyes.

He quickened his pace, gripping my hips tightly and placing soft kisses on my neck. "Fuck Bill!" I screamed, digging my nails into his back and clenching my pussy around his cock.

"I'm about to cum" Bill panted, lowering his head to my shoulder. "Me too, oh my god" I moaned and felt that knot forming in my stomach again.

Bill pushed a few more times and finally he came inside me, and a moment later I came, with a loud moan. My tears fell onto his shirt and my nails dug into his back, leaving red marks on it.

We both put our clothes back on and then cleaned up the mess we had left. "We can go back to the hotel now" Bill said and kissed me.

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x female reader #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x female reader #gustav schäfer #gustav schäfer x reader #gustav schäfer x female reader #georg listing #georg listing x reader #georg listing x female reader #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x female reader

[sorchathered]

Sweet Home Texas pt. 2

A/N- hey yall just a little something I wrote while I was traveling today, I don’t know how often I’ll get to update after this with the move rapidly approaching but I had some free time. :)

Pairing- Jake “hangman” Seresin x Oc Ella Mcree

Warnings- angst, language

“I can’t do it anymore.” She said with a heaving sob as she crumbled in on herself, arms wrapped tightly around her middle as if she were holding herself together.

“I’ve been with him for almost 20 years, I don’t know any other way of life but this is…this isn’t a life anymore! Happy moments are almost non-existent, I can’t even remember the last time he prioritized me before his job or his friends, hell I don’t think we’ve even been on a date in at least a year. We are constantly biting each other’s heads off, everything I do seems to be wrong or met with a condescending look. I’m not a child! I’m a 35 year old woman with a thriving career! Just because he has some kind of god complex as a pilot doesn’t give him the right to treat me like I’m stupid. I don’t want to be mean, and I don’t want to hurt him, but I don’t think I can be married to him anymore. Love shouldn’t feel like this, love shouldn’t hurt like this. If the end goal is to be together for 50 + years and hate every minute of it then I don’t want it. I’m sorry- I’m so sorry Jake but I won’t do this anymore.”

Jane Wyatt had been seeing Ella and Jake Seresin for couples therapy for nearly 6 months now, and in that time their relationship had shown no growth. Jake dug his heels in and fought Ella at every corner, he knew he worked too much and probably could have put more time into them but he maintained that she knew this was his dream and he was trying to make it to the top. One day things would be easier, she just had to wait it out.

Ella felt like she was dying on the vine, she had put her life on hold for Jake for so long and now that she was thriving in her career and fast tracking it to become the cfo of a major company in San Diego suddenly Jake couldn’t handle it. Having her at home barefoot and pregnant had never been a part of their plan, they both knew it but he felt like he was losing control and took it out on her. Accusations of cheating when she worked late hours, nitpicking everything she did, he didn’t mean to make her feel small but something in his subconscious just wouldn’t let it go. The house was burning from the inside out and he was refusing to throw water on the fire, they’d burn down together and stay married and maybe one day they’d crawl their way out of it.

Jane watched the scene unfolding in front of her, Ella falling apart and Jake white knuckling the chair across from her, jaw clenched so tightly it felt like his teeth might crack. She knew what the diagnosis was and it was one of the worst parts of her job.

Being a couples counselor was not for the weak, and she knew that at one point the two people in front of her had been head over heels in love. But this wasn’t the same couple from twenty years ago, and it wasn’t helping either of them to stay on a sinking ship.

“I’m sorry to you both, you’ve spent over half your lives together and I know this is not how either of you saw it going. My professional opinion? It’s time to take a step away from each other, whether that be for a few months or in dissolving your marriage can’t be determined yet, only time can answer that. But neither of you are good for each other right now, and my opinion is unchanged. You need to let each other go and find out who you are without each other. It’s the only way to move forward.”

Jake was out of his seat and out the door before she even finished, Ella crying out for him as he made his way to the elevators and out to his truck. He finally let himself break when he was alone, he knew it took two people to build a life but he had pushed her to this point. He knew she’d been unhappy and he had done nothing to stop it, nothing to change it, just expected her to push through like they always had. He didn’t know who he was without her, he’d never even kissed another woman before her; how was he supposed to just move on? The thought made him feel physically sick. He couldn’t go home, so he called his wingman, Javy Machado to admit defeat and ask for a place to stay.

That was nearly four years ago, Jake replayed that awful afternoon over in his mind in bed after he’d seen you at the bar tonight, you’d looked damn good. Still all fire and sharp wit, and it reminded him just how far apart you’d grown in the time since then. He had hoped if he gave you space to grow and learned the tools he needed to work on himself that the universe would bring you back together, but it hadn’t. That is until you walked in tonight. Circumstances be damned, he wasn’t signing those damn papers. He’d let this go on too long, he was going to romance you and show you just how good things could be, if you’d found someone else well that poor sap would have to go because the two of you were endgame and he knew it. Now he just had to convince you. Easier said than done.

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[minkyungseokie]

𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 | The Beginning

warnings; none for this part

note; I'm going to be so deadass, I had no idea how to start this. It starts in 2020, but the gifs won't be from that time. It's so hard to find gifs for Alex and even harder to find one of both Alex and Lily. If you know where I can find some good ones, lmk

Anyway this is almost like a soul mate au kind of thing, but not at the same time. Also, pretend The Uncanny Counter came out earlier than November

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Like the Stars Above Us | Next ❧

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A short girl sat in her LA apartment with her remote in hand and a bored look on her face. She was bored and had nothing to occupy her time or entertain her that way her days won't be so long and mundane.

The girl sighed and tossed the remote to the side before picking up her phone to see if her boyfriend had sent her any messages, but when she saw nothing, she huffed. She knew he wasn't really busy with work since they were all told to go home and quarantine. 

With yet another sigh, Lily Muni He opened up her Instagram and took a picture before putting a question sticker somewhere on it that read; 'currently bored. give me some show suggestions to get me through quarantine.'

Lily then swiped out of the app and opened the messenger app, clicking on her boyfriend's contact and sending him a quick message just saying good morning. Lily had to wait a bit in order to get some good answers so she didn't know what to do to pass the time until then.

The woman stood up and went into her kitchen to see what kind of things she had to nibble on while she watched whatever was recommended. 

After a few minutes. Lily finally sat back down on her couch and picked up her phone. The Chinese woman opened Instagram and looked through all of the suggestions that her followers had sent in. As she looked through the suggestions, she looked at the shows descriptions on Netflix.

None of them caught her eyes or made her want to look at them and as the number of suggestions dwindled, Lily's hope to find something to occupy her time did as well. "Well, there's only one more. Let's hope this one is good or I'll lose my mind." Lily muttered, looking to the side where the hutch of her rabbits sat.

Lily looked at the last suggestion and stared at the title with a furrowed brow. Sometimes the gut would let people know whether something was a good idea or a bad one, but she had never had a gut feeling that she should watch something before. Lily put her phone down and searched for the title she was given.

'The Uncanny Counter'

Lily didn't even read the description of the show. She just clicked play on her remote and started watching the series.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Lily didn't know how long she had been sitting on the couch and watching the Korean drama, but she knew that she was hungry, kind of tired, and her butt was numb. As soon as episode four was over, Lily paused the show and rubbed her eyes.

Her head turned to the side, gazing out the window as she yawned tiredly. It took her a few moments before she did a double take and looked out the window once more. 

It was dark out. She had been so engrossed in the show that she didn't realize that it was getting dark out, which meant that her lover had probably finished whatever he was doing and he was probably worried that she hadn't answered her phone like she usually did.

Lily turned back to the couch and practically dived to grab her phone off the spot on the couch where she last tossed it away. Lily groaned as she saw that she had, in fact, missed a couple of texts from her boyfriend. Lily pressed the call button and put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, love." The voice of her boyfriend greeted, "Hey, baby. I'm sorry that I missed your texts. I was watching this show and it was just so good that I forgot to do anything other than watch." Lily rushed out. 

The man chuckled, immediately soothing Lily's nerves, "It's okay. I did the same to you earlier while I was streaming. What was the show you were watching?" He asked. 

Lily brightened and stood up straighter, "Oh Alex, it's such a good show. It's a Korean drama about a disabled boy...actually, we should watch it together. We can FaceTime while watching it and you can fall down the rabbit hole with me." Lily suggested.

"I don't know. It doesn't sound like something I'd be interested in." Alex said, "Oh, come on! Alex, it'll be so fun! We can do one of those Netflix watch party thingies. You'll fall in love with it just like I did." Lily tried.

"I'll think about it. How did you even find out about this show? I didn't think you'd be interested in Korean dramas." Alex said, "It was recommended to me by one of my followers. I wasn't going to watch it, but... this is going to sound completely crazy, but I felt drawn to the show and I didn't understand why." Lily started explaining 

Alex cleared his throat on the other en of the phone, "What do you mean you felt drawn to it?" Alex questioned, "You know how you said you felt drawn to me? It was like that, but to the show." Lily answered

"Uh-huh." 

"Before you judge me, pull up Netflix and look at the show 'The Uncanny Counter' tell me if you feel it too." Lily all but pleaded with her boyfriend. "Okay, love. I'll do it. Just take a deep breath and calm down." Alex's voice grew soft when he heard the panic in Lily's voice.

Lily inhaled through her nose until she could physically no longer breath in before exhaling through her mouth, "Are you calm?" Ales spoke up after a few more inhales and exhales.

Lily nodded before realizing that Alex couldn't see her, "Yeah, but can we Facetime? I need to see you." Lily said breathily, "Of course, baby. Hold on." Alex hung up the phone before the familiar sound of the FaceTime ringtone rang, piercing the momentarily quiet air.

Lily answered, sitting down and propping up the phone on the coffee table, "Hey, you look gorgeous." Alex complimented, giving his girlfriend a cheesy smile. Lily giggled and looked at Alex with nothing but adoration in her eyes, "Well, let's look at this show you were talking about." Alex said, picking up his remote.

"Did you eat something bad today? Could that be the reason for the feeling you had? What was it called again?" Alex questioned, "No, I didn't eat anything bad. It's called The Uncanny Counter. I think I know what it was that drew me to the show." Lily said, watching her boyfriend pull up the show.

She watched as Alex's smile disappeared, "You feel it too, don't you?" Lily asked. Alex nodded, "Now do me a favor and look up the name Jung Y/n. Tell me if you also feel it then. I saw her name in the opening credits and I got the same feeling." Lily said.

Alex looked down at his laptop with a dazed look on his face, 'Is that how I looked when I saw her?' Lily couldn't help but wonder. 

"Do you know what it is? This feeling?" Alex questioned, looking up at his gorgeous girlfriend. Lily shook her head, "I don't, but I want to get to the bottom of it. I feel like we need to watch more in order to get to the bottom of it, don't you think?" Lily asked.

Alex looked back down at the laptop, "All we know so far is from this. She's a 19-year-old South Korean actress and model who has been working in the industry since she was at least six, but could've started earlier. She's appeared in both Japanese and Korean dramas and films that are all hits. She has a YouTube channel, a Twitch channel, and is apparently acting in a Japanese drama coming out in December." Alex reads.

"So we have plenty to watch until we can go back to work, huh?" Lily asked, smiling at Alex. "We sure do." Alex agreed.

The girl sighed and slumped down in her chair. Filming more than one series at a time was tiring and what made it even more complicated was the fact that one was filmed in Japan and the other was filmed in South Korea. 

It was a lot to do, but it was well worth it. The Uncanny counter was filmed in January, February, March, and April while Alice in Borderland would film May, June, July, and August.

As the good ol' saying goes, 'There's no rest for the wicked' and sure enough, there would be no rest for her until the end of summer when all filming would wrap up. And then The Uncanny counter is slowly releasing during the filming of Alice in Borderland and Alice in Borderland would release in December.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair and looked around at her coworkers doing their scenes. She was used to constantly working as she had been doing this since she was six-years-old, but that didn’t make it any less tiring to do. 

Plus, she had never done two shows in a row before so it would make sense that she’s tired.

A voice called, pulling Y/n out of her stupor, “Coming!” The woman answered back, getting up tiredly.

“Did you stay up all night watching that sport you like again?” The coworker asked, nudging the girl, “No, I didn’t stay up all night watching Formula One. The races have been put on hold due to Covid, so there isn’t much to watch other than old races.” Y/n yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

The two walked on set and waited for the director's direction, “Okay, let’s get this started.”

a/n; I know it's short, but it's just a sort of introduction to it all. I should've published this earlier, but as I have mentioned, I have a job now where I have to work from 3PM to 11:30PM and next week it'll be 5PM to 3:30 AM. I'll get as much done as I can, but don't expect much this week

Edit; Nvm. My dad got us fired

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[ghost-orca]

Chapter 3 : Channeling your love

warnings: fluff, PTSD, trauma, future smut I prommy, suggestive shit, snow

Description: You and Joel end up going on patrol together

 Joel’s eyes start to flutter open as the morning sunlight beams through the blinds of the window in the recording room. Looking around, Joel’s notices you're fast asleep with his leg still sprawled across your thighs, your hand clutching his jean covered calf. He watches you like this for a while, the way your chest moves up and down with quiet breaths, the way your eyelashes curl up. You start to mumble in your sleep and Joel listens closely, most of it is incoherent and doesn’t make much sense, until finally in a clearer voice he can hear you say “please, just let me go”. Joel’s forehead scrunches with concern, and he can feel his heart break a little for you, just what have you been through? He thinks to himself. He decides to nudge you, trying to pull you out of whatever nightmare or memory you were in. You open your eyes, taking a deep inhale through your nose, exhaling as you stretch out your arms and neck hearing some of your bones crack as you do. You look at Joel and smile, “Mornin’ sunshine”. Joel’s surprised, despite what he heard you say in your sleep, you seem chipper as ever, ready for the day. You don’t wait for a response, “How’s your foot feeling?” you gesture towards it as you bump your hand tired but playfully on his calf. Joel looks down at it, moving it around and twinkles his toes for a feeling, still a bit sore but nothing he can’t manage. “It’s a helluva lot better than it was last night, you got a strong swing in those arms.” Joel gestures to you as he crosses his arms behind his head, stretching out his body to make himself comfortable. You chuckle at his response “Hmm, well, I’m just glad I didn't permanently break you Joel.” you say as you check the time on your bedside alarm clock and see that it says 6:30. “I gotta start getting ready in thirty minutes” you tell Joel as you begin to yawn. Joel nods, removing his leg off of your thighs and pushes himself up off of the couch “Yeah, should prolly get back before Ellie wakes up” he mentions flustered.  

  You both hear a knock at the front door from downstairs and the door opening, “Hey, it’s me.” You recognize that it’s Maria’s voice, “Can I come up?” she asks. You sigh and pinch your nose, knowing exactly why she’s here. Well at least she isn’t ordering for me only a night before to go on patrol you think to yourself. Maria’s already walked upstairs into your home before you can answer her, and she sees Joel standing next to the couch, his hair ruffled, as you're still sitting on the couch rolling your eyes “Oh, please, by all means make yourself comfortable if you wanna just invite yourself in.” Maria scoffs at you and rolls her eyes as well, “Well I see my brother in law already has. Joel.” Maria remarks at Joel giving him a nod, he doesn’t miss the look of suspicion or distrust in her eyes. “Good morning, Maria. I was just stopping by, I don’t know if you heard but our dear host is letting Ellie take on some of the reins for hosting their show.” Joel tells her avoiding explanation. Maria smirks, “I did! That’s actually a part of why I’m here.” she decides to let go of her suspicions of him for now and looks to you, “One of our patrol guys, Brennan, caught a pretty nasty fever, weather must've gotten to him, so we’re short on forces for tomorrow. I thought with Ellie’s new promotion,” she says the word making finger quotes around it, “you would be the one up for the job. Just one day, I promise.” 

 You groan as you sit up from the couch, “Ellie only started yesterday, she still has a lot to learn before she can start doing everything by herself here.” As you say this Maria shakes her head, “She’ll be fine, Ellie’s a smart girl. Plus we have a deal, remember? Any order I give you, you take it because you are one of the few adults in Jackson that can really handle yourself outside the walls, and I let you keep doing your, thing here” She gestures to your cluttered work space as she says this. You take a long sigh, nodding “I know, Maria, I know but now isn't a good time. Isn’t there anyone else who can do it?” Joel steps in, having listened to the whole conversation “I’d be happy to take it on if that’s okay with you” he offers, Maria turns to him “Well that's real nice of you to offer Joel, but you’ve already been posted for search and guard duty with Tommy tomorrow. Don’t you have a kid you should be looking after right now?” Maria responds sternly. Joel looks at you and then back to Maria “We weren’t finished talking.” Joel matches her sternness in his response. Your breath hitches at this, and you decide to step back into the conversation, “Fucking fine! I’ll do it, ya happy Maria?” She smirks, “Very, you’ll be starting at 6:30 tomorrow morning with Gregory” She responds.

 Fucking Gregory? You think to yourself, you had gone on one date with him years ago, and hooked up a couple times after because it was just something to do for you. He didn’t show any interest in your work, and the sex was…disappointing. You remember Eugene asking you why Gregory was telling everyone you two were officially dating “He’s practically bragging about it Ash '' he'd told you. You decided not to approach the situation to avoid confrontation, but instead broke the news after airing Rumors by Fleetwood Mac on the radio, speaking into your mic “So listen guys, I’ve kinda been seeing someone recently, and I thought it would only be appropriate if I told him how I felt by playing this next song for you guys, Not Fair by Lily Allen. This is for you Gregory. Be sure to listen closely, everyone!” You had slammed the mic back onto your desk as the song began, getting up to dance along in your office without a care in the world. He’d confronted you about it the next day calling you “immature” and “just as lousy a lay” before storming off telling you to “grow and up and go fuck yourself”, and you’d avoided him ever since.  

 Joel notices a look of discomfort on your face, Who the hell is Gregory? He thinks to himself. “Alright, I’ll see you both at posting tomorrow morning.” Maria says before she goes to exit, leaving you and Joel alone again. Joel clears his throat before speaking up, “I’m sorry I couldn’t help you back there.” he apologizes. “It's not your fault Joel, really. Maria’s pretty much always on my ass about work. I appreciate you trying to help though.” You respond earnestly. You turn your head towards your alarm clock and see it says 6:50, “I gotta start getting ready for the day, a lot to do, lemme walk you out Joel.” He follows you to the front door, holding it open for his exit, “By the way,” you start “I won’t mention you spending the night here to Ellie, don’t worry.” Joel looks at you and blushes, “Sure- right thanks. She’s young, she might assume…Y’know.” he says while wiping his mustache lightly with his thumb, “Right…Exactly…” You agree sheepishly. Back to being awkward with each other I guess, you think “Could you ask her to come over early when you get back? We’ve got a long day ahead of us, she might wanna pack a bag with her to spend the night here as well.” Joel is nodding his head along with your words as you make your request, “No problem, I’ll just tell her I ran into you and Maria earlier when I get back, M’ sure she’ll be too tired to question it.” You smirk and look down at your shoes in a timid form. “I’ll see you around?” You ask, and Joel smiles back at you, “Definitely.” 

 When Ellie arrives you’ve already showered and changed into a clean set of clothes. You spend the whole day crunching to teach her as much as she could learn in as little time as possible. Ellie feels your stress, knowing you want everything to be right, “Calm down R.Q! I promise you I’m gonna be fine! Let's take a break, please?” You sigh and agree, apologizing for how stern you’ve been. “How about you show me what you’ve picked out for your set list tomorrow?” Ellie shakes her head at you, holding her journal close to her chest. “No way dude, you’re gonna have to wait to hear it until tomorrow. I want it to be a surprise!” Ellie smirks. “You know I won’t be able to listen in when I’m out on patrol tomorrow, Maria doesn’t exactly allow us to carry radio’s around when we’re dealing with infected.” you tell her. Ellie doesn’t let up, “I know, but something tells me you’ll find a way to hear it. I promise you it won’t suck! You can trust me.” You give Ellie a smile and decide to let it go, “Alright, alright, I trust you.” you tell her chuckling and you see Ellie do a fist bump by her side, whispering “Fuck yeah” to herself.

 You decide to give Ellie a thirty minute break from work and she goes to sit down on your couch to write in her journal out of sight from you. When she plops herself down on the couch and opens her journal, she looks up and catches a glimpse of the two used drinking glasses next to a half filled glass bottle of whiskey on your coffee table. She looks in your direction and notices you're staring off into space with a pencil in your hand when you were supposedly writing a list of reminders for Ellie to check off tomorrow, and you're humming along to what's playing on the radio, Come and Get Your Love by Redbone. Ellie squints as she observes you and starts thinking to herself. It dawns on her that Joel was up really early this morning, and she’s usually the one who wakes up before him these past couple weeks since she started working with you, and telling her that he “just so happened” to run into you and Maria this morning. Ellie’s gears are running, there’s no real proof that it is what she thinks it is, but she has a hunch and that's enough for her to make up her mind. Her first thought is ew, really? But then she thinks about the times Joel has lit up whenever she talks about you, his eagerness to greet you whenever he comes over to walk her home at the end of the day, and Ellie starts to smile at the idea of you bringing out a softer side of him. Okay Ellie, I guess it’s time to play cupid for these crazy kids she decides. 

 You’re lost in thought, playing with the pencil in your hand as you remember Joel watching you dance the night before, laying your cheek on your palm as you stare off. “Knock knock” Ellie says as she physically knocks on the office door frame twice and pulls you back to reality. You see her smiling with her arms crossed, “Hey, you have 15 more minutes for your break right? What’s up?” You ask her as you check your watch for the time in case you were spacing out for too long. “I’m feeling pretty hungry, can we get something to eat?” She asks, you smile and nod at her, “Sure, you wanna pick up some sandwiches from Seth?” you ask. Ellie’s face pinches, “I don’t like Seth, he always smells like alcohol and stares at me weird.” You purse your lips and furrow your brows at what she says, “Yeah I don’t like him either, makes a pretty good sandwich though.” You say, “That he does” Ellie agrees. You see her stare at the floor awkwardly assuming she’s not sure how to go about the situation. “Tell you what,” you start, “How about I go pick up sandwiches for the both of us and you can stay here to hold down the fort?” Perfect, Ellie thinks, but plays coy by responding “Oh you don’t have to do that.” “It’s no problem really, besides I haven’t left the apartment yet today and should get some fresh air.” I knew Joel didn’t just run into you this morning Ellie thinks and she smiles “Well, if you insist, thank you R.Q.” she says and you get up giving her a pat on the shoulder as you pass to grab your coat. “I should be back in about 10 minutes, okay Ellie?” “Okay!” she responds and you walk out the door. 

 “Time to search for the perfect song.” She says to herself, going straight to the shelf of your favorite albums. She remembered when she’d asked you about it, 

 “Those my dear are my personal all time favorites.” You had said with a sense of pride. Ellie had skimmed through the collection and didn’t recognize most of them, “I’ve never heard you play any of these on the radio before.” she pointed out. “Good eye, I usually save them for very special occasions.” “What kind of special occasions?” she questioned, and you shrugged, “Dunno, maybe to dance with someone really special.” Ellie took a mental note of this. 

 Now she was currently searching through albums reading out song names on the backs to see if she could remember any specific song you may have mentioned in the past. One particular album sticks out to her, and places the cd in a player, skipping songs that didn't have the right “mood” to them within the first five seconds, and then she hears it, letting the song play out fully “That’s the one” she says. She ejects the album from the cd player putting it back in its case. Walking over to your desk, she pulls out her journal and crosses out one of the songs for later in the day on her list, praying that you’ll hear the song with Joel once it airs tomorrow. 

 Then it occurs to Ellie, Oh shit, how do I even know if they’re gonna be partnered together tomorrow? Ellie hears the front door open and close, “Hey I’m back” you yell up to her. Ellie quickly slams her journal closed and quickly gets up from your desk chair. You place both sandwiches on your kitchen counter and start grabbing plates for the both of you. She walks up from behind you, “Welcome back R.Q…” She says. You  turn to look at her with confusion “‘Welcome back’? Why so formal kiddo, someone die while I was gone?” You question half jokingly, slightly worried something happened. She shakes her head, “I was just wondering, who are you patrolling with tomorrow? Do you know?” She asks you avidly. Now you’re even more confused, but you think maybe she could tell you were stressing over it, you cringe a little at the thought of Gregory. “Just a guy named Gregory, why do you ask?” “It’s nothing, you just seemed kinda stressed about tomorrow and I was curious.”She says. You pout, feeling guilty for supposedly worrying her. You turn to face her, “That’s so sweet of you to worry about me Ellie, but I’ll be fine, I promise.” You see she’s not totally satisfied with your response, “Are you really just worried about me? Or are you nervous about tomorrow? You can tell me.” You cross your arms across your chest and pick your head up, attempting to put on the appearance of the ‘cool adult’ she could confide in. Ellie thinks for a moment as you stand in front of her waiting for a response, “I just realized I need to do something, something really important.” She blurts out finally. You’re taken aback, “Okay, does this ‘something’ have anything to do with hosting tomorrow?” You ask “Yes.” She replies bluntly. You squint at her, “Do you need my help?” you continue questioning her, “No, it’s also really important that I do this by myself.” she replies sounding almost desperate while she bites the inside of her cheek. “Hm.” You simply react as your lips purse in consideration, “How long do you need?” you ask, “Just an hour, tops.” Ellie sounds very sure of herself. You decide to let her do her thing, “Okay, but if you’re even a minute late I will have to tell Joel about it. Plus I will not be thrilled, and you don’t wanna see me when I’m…not thrilled” You tell her trying to hold a sense of authority in your voice, but you’re still giving her the benefit of doubt. Ellie sighs in relief, and gives you a hug as she says “This is gonna be worth it for all of us, trust me.” Your eyebrow raises as you hug her back, “Wait wha-” “Gotta go bye!” You watch her run downstairs “What about lunch?” you yell out, “Not hungry!” she responds, and you find yourself dumbfounded once you’re alone.

 Fifty minutes go by while you’re alone, packing a backpack of supplies for the morning. Once Ellie returns she runs up the stairs to greet you, “Hey Ellie, you get what you needed?” you ask and she nods her head excitedly, giving you a big smile. “You wanna tell what was so important for you to do?” you question, shaking her head and replies “mm-mm” while still smiling. You chuckle and reply, “You are so weird.” You wake up early the next morning at 5:30am, sleeping on your couch so Ellie could take the bed. Two nights in a row on this thing, I’m gonna have back problems before I’m forty you think to yourself. You get dressed in the bathroom after a quick shower, trying to avoid waking Ellie up. You gather your backpack of supplies, double checking you have everything you’d need for the trip. You go into your office and grab a piece of paper to write in large letters ‘You got this Ellie :) Proud of you and remember, HAVE FUN!!!!!’ You place it on your bedside cabinet for her to find before carefully tucking her into the covers. She rummages in her sleep a bit and you make your way to the patrol meeting gate.  

 You’re waiting 30 minutes looking for signs of Gregory with your guns and weaponry ready, It’s not like I wanna be partnered with him either, but he doesn’t need to torture me by making me wait, the sooner we get this done the better you think to yourself impatiently. You feel a finger tap on your shoulder and spin around to meet eyes with Joel. You give him a warm smile and tell him good morning softly, “Hey, so, Tommy just told me we’re partnering up. Says Gregory can’t make it today, musta caught whatever Brennan has.” Joel tells you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise and a sense of relief washes over you. “Who’s Tommy partnering up with?” You ask, Joel shrugs and says “He’ll figure it out”.

 At 9:30am Tommy makes his way to your place letting himself in and calling out Ellie’s name. She’s sitting at your office desk taking notes and looking at the time on her watch to keep on schedule. She turns to look at Tommy, “I shouldn’t have to be the one telling you this, but you shouldn't go getting people sick jus’ so you can play matchmaker kid.” Ellie blinks, “Did you partner them?” She asks on the edge of her seat. Tommy sighs and nods his head, “Yeah, they’re out patrolling together as we speak.” Ellie yells a celebratory “YES!” and thanks Tommy, “Yeah yeah, you owe me one kiddo.” Tommy says and then questions “How’d you do it anyway? Get Gregory sick?” Ellie shrugs, “Spit in his drink when he wasn’t looking at the bar. To be fair he seemed pretty smashed, so that's on him.” Tommy rubs his hands on his face hearing this, “Really hope Joel doesn’t blow it for Gregory’s sake, christ….”

 You follow behind Joel making the rounds to search for any infected or signs of trespassers for a couple of hours, snow begins to fall as the sky grows darker. Joel’s been keeping an eye on you the whole day, making sure you feel safe, but you’ve been nothing but completely focused the whole day, finger steady on your rifle trigger and ready to act when opportunity strikes. He didn’t think you had this kind of side to you, Guess that’s why Maria trusts them on these jobs he realizes. Occasionally you’d watch Joel and come to the same conclusion about him, Always got his head in the game I see, good. The wind starts picking up harshly as time passes, and the snowfall continues growing stronger, quickly covering each other's footprints. “We should get to some shelter for the night, I don’t see this storm letting up anytime soon.” You suggest, “Tommy n’ Maria been saying this winters only gonna get worse. We should hurry.” Joel agrees. 

 You spend thirty minutes walking in the storm before finally approaching some proper shelter that Joel mentioned he’d spent the night in before with another patroller named Hailey. You frown at the thought of this, until he also mentioned that she spent the whole time sulking because she wasn’t partnered with some boy she liked, “Told her she should just tell him how she feels, n’ I saw them dancing at the bar just last week.” He smiles at you, and you smile back “Well look at you, Mr. Matchmaker Miller! Should I tell Maria to start partnering you up with love hungry singles? You could start charging them for counseling.” You teased him making your way up the stairs behind, as he’s shaking his head and chuckling. “Sure, you could be my first official customer.” he says while holding the door open for you to enter, he waves his hand to bow graciously at you “Step into my office why don’t ya?” You start giggling as you enter through the door, Everyone I’ve met in Jackson who’s talked about this man said he was a stern old fucker with a stick up his ass, but he’s really just…a big dork, like Ellie…You realize. 

 You stomp your boots on the ground and take off your bag and jacket to drop them to the floor in the entrance corridor, and peel your boots off to keep snow from making water tracks inside. You walk over to one of the cabinets to search through them. “Whatcha doin?” Joel asks as he’s taking off his jacket, “Lookin’ for goodies” You respond, “Sometimes patrollers leave stuff behind and completely forget they even left it there.” “Ahh okay” Joel says, walking up to a pantry on the wall of the kitchen, you hear him open it up grabbing something and you turn to see him holding a mostly filled tall bottle of alcohol. He looks at you and smiles “You mean somethin’ like this?” You nod and smile back, “Yeah, something like that.” Joel walks closer and points behind you “I also set up a radio in here for future visits, thought it’d be nice to listen to you n’ Ellie if I ever get stuck out here.” You look to see a portable radio set up on a small table next to the couch. Looking back at Joel he’s still smiling at you, “Wanna turn it on and see what Ellie’s up to?” He asks in an earnest soft voice.

 You feel your cheeks burning up, you start thinking about what Joel said about coming to this place only once before, but the place looks well put together compared to other Jackson hideouts, none of the furniture is dusty, and there’s actually a decent supply of stock besides the alcohol. “That story you told me, about only being here with that girl Hailey, was that true?” Joel looks flustered at your question, he clears his throat, “Well that did really happen once, ‘cept it was actually Tommy who helped her out while I just napped on the couch. I liked the place well enough that I kept coming back here to make it my own spot. You’re actually the first person I’ve brought here since I found it with Hailey and Tommy.” Joel swallows before he continues, “I’m sorry I lied to you, I think I was just tryna impress ya.” Joel’s cheeks are flushed red as he rubs the back of his head, looking up to you and back down to the floor awkwardly. You sigh, shaking your head as you watch him, face now completely serious “I just have one question for you, Miller.” Joel looks at you with a shared serious but nervous look on his face, ready to have it from you, and in a completely firm voice you ask “Did Hailey and that guy she liked ever really get together?” Joel’s eyes widen, he chuckles nervously, “Uh yeah, they’re actually really sweet together.” You break the very stern look you're pretending to hold on your face, snorting at Joel’s response, and start laughing. Joel sighs in relief and chuckles with you “God damn you had me real scared there for a moment.” Joel admits, you cover your mouth as you giggle and start apologizing for tricking him “I don’t care if you’re not really a matchmaker Joel, well, maybe a little disappointed but really.” Joel smiles as you continue to giggle at him “Yeah yeah, ya got me.” He admits defeat. You take a deep breath as you wipe away some tears from laughing, “C’mon, let's hear what Ellie’s playing, she told me she wanted to surprise me yesterday and I’ve been dying to hear what she picked out.” you tell Joel “Alright, start ‘er up” he says gesturing to the radio.

 You tune into your channel on the radio and immediately hear Ellie’s voice booming with excitement through the static, “Sure is piling up out there, I guess our dear Radio Queen’s gonna be stuck out in the trenches for the night. That’s okay though! I’m fucking awesome at this job, still, I hope you’re listening R.Q. and staying nice and warm wherever you are.” You place your hand on your cheek and feel pride takeover your heart, I’m so fucking proud of her you think. “And Joel, if you’re listening, take good care of them, and don’t be a hard ass for once, I don’t want you gettin’ me fired' when I’ve only just started! Anywho for those of you just listening, my name is Ellie, and I’m the world's BEST radio host, unless R.Q. is also listening, then I’m second best.” Learn To Fly by Foo Fighters starts playing and you immediately start turning the sound dial down when you recognize it, “Not a fan?” Joel asks, smirking at you. You snort, “I mean, I have copies of some of their albums at my place obviously, but they're not my favorite.” You admit, Joel hands you the bottle and you take it saying “I’m still so proud of Ellie, so I say cheers to that.” and you take a sip, making a face of slight disgust at the taste shaking your head after. “Yeah I’m real proud of her too'' Joel says as he takes the bottle back from you and takes a sip for himself, showing no reaction to the taste, just watching you as he sips and smirks at you. Your heart skips a beat watching him look at you.

 Time passes and the sun has fully set outside of the cabin, you and Joel had lit a bunch of candles around the living room to keep away the dark, making yourselves comfortable. Joel now watches you dance along to Mr. Brightside by The Killers, several more sips of alcohol in both of your systems, using your socks to slide across the hardwood floor as you dance. Joel is sitting on the floor laying his back against the front of the couch, eyes following your every movement as his hand taps against his knee along with the rhythm. He takes another sip from the bottle keeping his eyes on you. You see him sipping while attempting to slide your way over to him, tripping over your toes and landing forward to catch yourself on your hands and knees in the process. Joel almost gets up to check if you’re okay but you start laughing at yourself, rolling onto your back as you do and Joel starts giggling with you as he watches. You roll yourself back over onto your hands and knees and start to crawl his way. Your ass is perked up slightly as you grab the bottle from his hand and stretch your legs out to sit yourself up in an almost split like pose, with one hand that's steadying you placed on the floor. The other is holding the neck of the bottle as you take a large sip, keeping your eyes on Joel the whole time. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand after placing the bottle on the floor and Joel licks his lips involuntarily, watching you. You smile and flutter your eyelashes at him as the song fades out. 

 Ellie’s voice starts booming through the radio and slight static again, “So you guys! I have the amazing Eugene here with me right now because he wanted to come by and say hi, and I thought it’d be appropriate if he sat with me while I hosted for the remainder of the night. How would you say I’m doin’ so far Eugene?” *A beat passes*, “Y’know Ellie I’d say you are doin’ a fantastic job so far, I guarantee if Ash and Joel are listening’ right now, they’re real proud of you.” “Aw thanks Eugene, I just hope they’re listening!” You giggle and start cheering for Ellie, “We are so proud o’ you girlie.” you slur your words a bit, still holding the same position while pointing your hand at the radio, Joel rests his head against the couch mattress and starts laughing at your cheers. You stop laughing when you hear the next song start to play, Good Dancers by The Sleepy Jackson “Oh my god” You say. Joel looks at you and asks what's wrong, You start to giggle again, “This is one of my absolute favorite songs, Ellie must've gone through my drawer of favorites and wanted to surprise me. I usually save those songs for special occasions.” You tell Joel, and he gets up off of the ground, holding out a hand to you, “Y’wanna dance?” he asks as you're still seated on the floor. You bite your lower lip as you smile and nod, placing your hand in his, and he lifts you up to your feet. He takes your left hand with his right, placing his left hand on your hip, and you place your right up on his shoulder. You begin to dance around the room together as the music plays and you start to giggle as he smiles down at you.

Don’t always dream for what you want

But I love to watch good dancers talk

My heart is stronger than you all

But I love to watch good dancers talk

 You lay your head against Joel’s chest, taking in the smell of him. Whiskey, gunpowder, and pine. You sway together as the music plays, and Joel lifts his hand from your thigh to take your chin into his hand and gently lifts it for you to look into each others eyes. Your sway’s start to slow down, “Can I kiss you?” Joel asks you as you continue swaying, your eyes widen, and you feel so drunk and yet so sobered all of a sudden, taking in a deep breath. “Yes” you whisper, and Joel cups your face with both hands. He lowers his face to yours, whispering “Are you sure?” You look down at his lips and then up to his eyes and nod “Yes Joel” He reaches down connecting his lips with yours, and you lean into his kiss as you close your eyes. His lips feel so soft and gentle against yours and you feel butterflies rise in your belly as you kiss and sway.

Don't always dream for what you want

But I love to watch good dancers talk

(When you think with your mind

You've got a place to go now)

My heart is stronger than you all

(When you think with your mind

You've got a place to go now)

But I love to watch good dancers talk

(When you think with your mind

You've got a place to go now)

 The song slowly fades out and you open your eyes, your lips still connected, the first thing you see is Joel’s gray hair and a memory seeps in. Something awful, something you blocked out a long time ago. Then Ellie’s voice booms out from the radio and you jump away from Joel. “Alright everybody, you’re not gonna believe this but Eugene just told me he once saw The Rolling Stones perform live! Can you tell us more about-” Joel turns the radio dial off as he says “Let’s just- turn this off for now...” He approaches you and goes in for another kiss and you accept, his hands slide down from your back down to the back pockets of your jeans. A memory starts crawling back into your mind and you hear a man's voice belonging to someone you tried hard to forget a long time ago say look at you pretty little thing. You begin to put your hands up against Joel’s chest trying to push him back, and when he doesn't realize, you start to panic “Don't-wait-don’t FUCKING touch me!” you exclaim and Joel backs away from you immediately. He holds his hands up noticing you panting with a wild look in your eyes and tears falling down your face when you try to avoid his eye contact “Whoa- hey, I am so sorry” he says as you look at him remembering where you are. “Are you…okay?” He asks you with genuine concern, and you just stare at Joel like you don’t even recognize him in silence. “I need a minute, sorry.” You say this as you quickly exit the living room and find the nearest room to enter, slamming the door behind you.

 You find yourself in a dark bathroom and light a candle with a matchbox set next to it on the windowsill, noticing your hands are trembling. When you look at yourself in the mirror you see tears have already been streaming down your face, I always suffer in silence, you think to yourself. You start to turn the faucet to run the water for noise but are quickly reminded that the plumbing system doesn’t work here, cursing motherfucker under your breath. Your body is trembling and you’re choking back big sobs that start to overwhelm you. Forming your hand into a fist you bring it to your open mouth and bite down a bit to muffle yourself before you can start screaming. You spend a long time like this in the bathroom, seeing yourself in the mirror you think you look pathetic. I can’t do this with Joel, he reminds me of what happened, and remembering hurts too fucking much you think to yourself. You decide you have to distance yourself from him to protect yourself, as much as you like him, you can’t handle how you think and feel when you look at him now. The guilt of it begins to weigh on you, you don’t want to hurt Joel but you have to.

 Joel spends his time alone in the living room sitting anxiously in silence, shaking his leg the whole time without notice or realization. He replays what happened between you two in his head, did I overstep asking her to kiss me? What just happened? He thinks to himself trying to assess what he could’ve done to offend or make you uncomfortable. Is it my age? I’m old enough to be their father, maybe hearing Ellie’s voice made her realize that and it made them uncomfortable…He can’t stop thinking about it, the moment was so perfect for him, until it wasn’t. I really like them…we’re in big trouble, Joel…

 You finally step out of the bathroom with puffy eyes and bite marks on your hand. Joel stands up as soon as you step into the living room, rubbing the denim covering his thighs up and down to do something with his hands, “Hey, uh, are you alright? Looks like you’ve been crying.” You fold your lips and wipe your cheek in case of any tears he might notice on your face, “Yeah I’m fine, sorry.” you say with no emotion in your voice, extremely straightforward as if you’re still outside on patrol.

Joel notices your total change in tone and grows more concerned for you, “Do you wanna talk…? About what just happened I mean?” You put your hands in your pockets trying to hide how much they’re shaking and purse your lips out as you shake your head no, “Honestly Joel, I think we should just get some sleep, we have a pretty early morning ahead of us.” Joel nods his head in disappointment, “Right.” he replies.

You walk away from him saying “I can take the couch, the beds all yours.” “Okay.” he says back. You can hear a sadness in his voice and feel his eyes on you as you face away from him laying yourself down on the couch. “Alright well, goodnight, and um. Yeah.” Joel ends the conversation and you hear his footsteps further away from you until you hear a final thud against bed springs from afar. You shut your eyes tight and cover your mouth with your hand so he can’t hear you crying again, curling up your body in a fetal position as you quietly cry yourself to sleep. 

#joel miller x reader #tlou #joel miller #troy baker #pedro pascal #the last of us

[annie-creates]

Beautiful I know

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader

Genre: angst to fluff

Words: 1100

Note: Another spring fic is here, I hope you enjoy this one. We have had a tough couple of weeks but I hope we can get back on track.

The air got fresher, early flowers started blooming and the days were sunnier and warmer. Everything around you implied the spring was here. Even the ever students got overly excited for the longer and warmer days, and nevers were willing to spend more time outside than absolutely necessary. It made teaching both of them the slightest bit more pleasant.

What didn’t make your classes easier however was the upcoming Spring ball. A tradition your school kept from before the merging, now both faculties equally accepted and invited. The buzz of your students chippering about the dress and shoes they’re going to wear and the date they’re going to invite was louder than the bees in the gardens.

You couldn’t blame them, you’d too get excited for the opportunity to dress up and dance. But your girlfriend wasn’t a big fan of such festivities, preferring the dark and coldness of her chambers and loneliness of her own company. You knew bothering her with it would not bring much more success, yet you were hopeful for her to change her mind about not going.

“Hey babe?” You question once you enter the office you so often shared.

“Yea?” Leonora reacts, not raising her head from the papers she’s currently grading.

“I know you said you aren’t really a ball type of person, but Dovey got the fancy chocolate fountain out…” You try to bribe her.

“I thought I already told you clear enough I’m not going.” She turns to you with a heavy sign, her arms folded over her chest and brows scrunched.

“Well… yes… but I thought you’d like to come with me…” You specify as if your presence should be her reward.

“I wouldn’t go with you even if you were the queen of Sheba.” She levels you annoyed.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” That stung a lot, pinching your heart in a twist. “I thought you would have done it for me.”

Lesso watched your hunched form leave her office, happy to finally have a bit of peace. Yet even after she did all her work, she couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. Did she not do enough for you? Why were you so needy all the time? It’s not her job to entertain you every hour of each day. If she doesn’t want to go to some stupid dance, she won’t go.

But the pointed look Dovey was giving her all throughout dinner seemed to say otherwise. You didn’t join them tonight, leaving many of the teachers wondering why the bubbly and talkative you didn’t show up. Even when she never wanted to admit it, it made her feel the slightest bit worse. Maybe she was really unnecessarily tough with you.

“Do you mind telling what your fuckin problem is?” Dovey cornered her right after dinner.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Lesso retorted, dissatisfied with her tone.

“Oh please! Every time something’s bothering Y/n, it’s got to do with you.” Clarissa accused her.

“Oh god, why is she so needy?! I just don’t want to go to your stupid dance. Can’t she grow up and let it go?” Leonora argued.

“When was the last time you took her to any dance?” Dovey opposed.

“I… what?” In the heat of the argument Lesso got derailed.

“Actually, when was the last time you took her anywhere?” Clarissa stands her ground, waiting patiently for her answer.

“I… I did… I mean, we went to that place… like a couple months ago..?” Leonora backs down, confused herself.

“Lesso, you need to stop expecting her to invest all into the relationship where you put in nothing. Would it hurt you to give her some of your time every now and then?” Dovey lectures her.

“But I… why does it have to be that stupid dance?! Can’t we just go catch some frogs or something?” Lesso objects.

“Do you think she likes hanging by the stinky pond? Or that she enjoys tormenting the evening fireflies?” Clarissa raises an eyebrow.

“Uh, yes?” Leonora states matter of factly. “Why else would she do it?”

“No, she doesn’t!” sometimes Dovey contemplated if your girlfriend even knew anything about you. “She does it because you like it. She does whatever you enjoy to spend time with you. I’d say it’s only polite to do the same for her.”

Giving Leonora enough to think about Dovey leaves her to her own thoughts. Maybe she really wasn’t good enough girlfriend, spending the time she had left with you after the work hours doing only what she wanted and never asking what you would enjoy. She despised school dances, hated all the balls and fancy parties, but maybe she could bite herself and go just for you.

During the next week you don’t bring the ball up again, and it seems you finally came to terms with the fact you’ll be attending alone. But your excited chatter is shorter and less happy than usually, you don’t mention all the preparations to anyone anymore and you spend most of your free time alone in your room. That’s why you’re so confused when at the afternoon of the ball, a flower corsage finds itself on your bed.

You didn’t know who sent it, the only person you’d accept one from was adamant about not going to the ball. But it somehow complemented all the colors of your flowery dress, so you decided to try it on, just to see how you’d look. Just as you’re about to take it off and leave, a knock is heard from your door, which confuses you even more. As you open it, you find your girlfriend in a fitting white suit with her hair pulled back.

„Wow, you look…“ You whisper in awe.

„Beautiful, I know. Can we go now?“ Lesso cuts you off in faked annoyance.

“But… I though you aren’t going..?” You question her confused.

“Well I changed my mind.” She almost bites but then continues much more nicely. “I realized you deserve to be taken out to where you want.”

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to…” You didn’t want to pressure her into doing things she didn’t want to.

“No, I want to go! We weren’t doing much of that lately.” She admits offering you her arm.

You link your arms together passing to the ball room. Your arrival turns heads but neither of you really cares. As you’re beaming with a smile, she realizes she loves the neediness and wonderment you have for her. She wouldn’t want to live in a world where you didn’t need her.

#lady lesso #leonora lesso #lady leonora lesso x reader #lady lesso x reader #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #school for good and evil #tsfgae #sge #fanfiction #fanfic #charlize theron #charlize theron x you #charlize theron x reader #lady lesso fluff #lady lesso x you #lady lesso imagine #leonora lesso fluff #lady leonora lesso fluff #the school for good and evil

[uniquevoidflowers]

Hey not sure if you're still doing the send a character and a word promt thing but if you are how about Four and hairbrush

Sure thing!

Continuation of this post (I had no other ideas :P) :

Four watched as the captain brushed Legend's hair with a blue hairbrush and the vet didn't make any comments or anything. In fact his eyes were distant, and it was like he wasn't really present. Something soft in him told him to go and see if the veteran was okay. Four sighed. Maybe later, he told that soft part.

Legend and him weren't very close. It wasn't that they disliked each other, far from that, but they were never really close as they are with the rest of their brothers. How would Legend feel if Four tried to comfort him anyway? As he mulled over this the sailor nudged him with a contemplative look on his face. "Is the vet okay, do you think?"

"I don't know." Four answered truthfully. "What do you think?"

"Well, the vet never zones out like this. He's always pretty alert, listening to whatever's around him. I...don't think he's okay." Wind said.

"We'll see what happens then." Four said, shifting uncomfortably.

He did want to make sure Legend was okay. Close or not, they were at least friends and Four didn't want to watch him suffer in silence. The scenario that played in the smith's head was awkward and got nothing accomplished. What would he say? Legend was guarded, Four didn't know if he would be able to lower down the walls the vet had put up. "Your eyes are green now." Wind observed.

The smithy scoffed. "Okay."

The sailor snickered. "Sorry, that wasn't a complete thought. What I meant was, to ask you if they change based on your emotions."

"Sort of." Four replied, absently.

He didn't feel like explaining it right now. The sailor grumbled something under his breath. "Aaaand I'm done!" Warriors announced, loudly.

The vet continued to sit there and stare into the distance. The captain tapped his shoulder lightly. "Veteran? Ledge?"

The vet came back to, and scowled at the captain. "Hylia, you'd think for a Hero of Courage, you'd be more alert." Warriors said jokingly but Legend didn't respond.

"Speak for yourself, cap." Time called.

For some reason that made Legend's fists clench, and his eyes glimmer with sadness. Four bit his lip slightly.

"Are you done?" Legend asked quietly.

"Yeah, hair's all brushed and stuff. Remind me to wash your hair later." Warriors waved a hand around dismissively.

The veteran stood up and left, making some comment about going on a patrol. Four found himself listening to his heart and he said he was going to patrol with Legend. He caught up to Legend who's ears drooped. "Leave me alone."

Four was not surprised to hear the tears, thick in the vet's voice, yet it still made his heart ache. "Are you okay?" Four asked, a bit timidly.

Legend looked back, eyes widened slightly. "Oh...Four...?"

"You didn't answer my question."

The vet kicked a rock and turned his back on the smith. "Yeah, m'fine."

Bullshit.

"I won't tell the others...And you don't even have to tell me why...just don't lie."

"Fine." A deep breath. "I'm not okay, but I'll be better soon."

"You know, once I met this really stubborn old man. He uh, accompanied me on one of my quests." Four began, despite something in him telling him to stop.

"As stubborn as our old man?" Legend asked, with a smirk on his face.

Four laughed. "Oh no, way more stubborn if you can believe that. But um, he must've had a soft spot for me no matter how much he denied it."

"Past tense?" Legend said softly.

"Yeah. He's alive but, I can't see him anymore." Four gave a shrug. "Anyway, I always pushed myself to be more than I was, because I wanted to save Ze-Dot. He asked me how I was, and I said I was fine. He believed me for the first few times. I didn't address my problems and they grew worse. Until the old man assured me there was nothing wrong with not being okay. So, I told him everything, he called me an idiot and we worked things out.

Sorry that's not a very good explanation but what I'm saying is, it's okay not to be fine."

Legend hummed. "Thanks."

Four kept walking, eyes on the ground. "I mean it." Legend said. "It's...nice to hear."

The smith gave a nod. Legend drew in a deep breath. "And you know, there's not much I can do. It was a memory of someone I lost on my first adventure."

"Hug?" Four offered, because the soft part of him really wanted to hug Legend right now.

"I...sure." Legend let Four wrap his arms around him. Legend snorted. "You're really short. Dare I say, even smaller than Wind."

Four glared at him. "Say it again. I dare you."

The vet shrugged. "Nah. I'm good actually."

"That's what I thought." Four said.

The trees and bushes rustled behind them, a light breeze accompanying it. "30 rupees the captain's doing the champion's hair?" Legend smirked.

"...10. 30's way too much."

"25."

"20."

"Deal."

#unique answers #asks #jl-11037 #linked universe #lu legend #lu four #lu wind #hope this is good!