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chaichaiiskai · 5 months

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Hi okay so if you're still doing a request can I get a (baki) Pickle x bottom male reader. So I want public sex where Pickle FuCks Reader Hard infront of everyone kinda like the reporter scene but you know with consent but if your not comfortable with that just normal rough sex in a bed room or forest since that's where Pickle is from.

If your not comfortable with this then that's okay i understand.

notes: OKAY, so, I did not see this until I wrote the last pickle request so I'm gonna connect this ask with that one— it's right here if ya wanna read it, deffo recommend it bc of lore :D hope ya enjoy this too !!! can't even lie, I'm thoroughly invested in the story of Pickle and Cucumber and I'm honestly thinking about keeping these two as reoccurring on my blog ngl.

warnings: mdni, homophobes do not interact, amab reader, he/him pronouns, violence against others that aren't reader, murder, blood and blood depictions, brief description of violence against woman and their wombs, mxm, pickle is very protective and basically yandere but who wouldn't be during the jurassic time period, rim jobs, lack of prep before anal, noncon mentioned but not against reader, reader is called cucumber by the facility and is basically a nickname, cumflation, belly bulge, size difference, very massive, very long, giant cock that is more weapon than genital, rough and unprotected sex bc duh they're both primitive men, hunting of animals, drugging // food tampering— I think that's it, lemme know if I missed anything.

The ultimate goal of the experiment was to further test the pure, raw strength of the primitive man when fueled by emotion and longing, going without food for a week. And their experiment proved to be true, far too true as a matter of fact. Multiple casualties would be forever staining the pages that reported the experiment and any sane person would have ended the experiment then and there to reunite the two lovers again.

However, a man at the top, who thought of nothing but himself, wanted to see just how far Pickle would go, even if that meant more casualties would have to be made. And so, the bloodbath ensued.

As Pickle roamed the facility halls, wave after wave came at him, rubber bullets aimed his way and raining on him that proved to have no impact on him whatsoever. He easily swiped aside the nuisances that are in his way, swiping away the small people until they go flying, hitting nearby walls— the sound of cracking bones, splattering, and coughing is sickening. So sickening that some of the scientists, though they love their jobs, find themselves going against the higher-ups.

One bravely moves in front of Pickle and holds his hands up, attempting to seem as if he was defenseless and then began to point behind him, pointing at a large door that was down the hall the primitive man was currently stalking down.

"He's there! There!"

He quickly announced, and then used his other hand to wave in the direction of the security camera he knew was currently watching the entire sight.

And on cue, the giant doors opened. To your surprise, the wall opening woke you out of your forced slumber that was brought onto you by a primitive form of depression sparked by your loss of companionship.

With heightened abilities, Pickle smelled you before he saw you, and as soon as he laid eyes on you, he was unable to make a sound, simply getting into all fours again and bounding towards you at full-speed. Despite being weakened by the lack of nutrients, you slowly sat up onto your hands and knees before feeling yourself being tackled back to the ground, bodies rolling until the two of your slammed against a tree, Pickle's back took the blow and nearly uprooted the thing. He rolled again onto a patch of grass, still holding you comfortably in his arms until you were in a patch of grass, dropping you onto your back while he buried his face into your neck, starting to nibble onto any part of it that he can reach, sharp fang-like teeth scratching over your skin and leaving indents.

The door to this new enclosure is shut and on the outside, the cleaning procedure begins, but not without some scolding to the researchers who went against the higher-ups. Cucumber and Pickle did not seem to care about whatever was going on outside of them, far more focused on each other and keeping each other close.

From then on, Pickle cannot be more than a foot away from you, and he can only sleep when he's on top of you, shielding you from whatever threatens the outside.

The only scientists he allows inside the enclosure are small, fragile-looking women. He'd already killed a few of the male scientists who dared to enter, a warning and a threat. And recently, in hopes to appease the two primitive men and get back on their neutral sides, wild animals have been introduced into the enclosure, giving the illusion of a hunt for the both of you, and unfortunately, your enjoyment in fruit had been ruined thanks to the scientists and their cruel, cruel experiment.

You were only able to eat what Pickle hunted, and in another week, you looked more alive again, even helping with the hunt and relishing in Pickle's presence yet again. So far, it seemed that Pickle seemed to enjoy crocodile meat quite a lot, whilst you had your own preferences. And once you were back at a healthy level of energy, Pickle immediately recognized it and let his instincts win, one could not blame him for feeding into such carnal desires.

After an especially filling meal, you find yourself being hunted just like your previous meal, but it's the kind of hunt that gets the hair on the back of your neck standing. Your primitive partner growls at you in a suggestive manner and suddenly, he's chasing you around the enclosure, getting the adrenaline pumping in your veins and his. And when he's had enough, he's got you pinned down onto the ground, pulling at the loin cloth that keeps you from him until it comes off, making him toss it aside. He's hurried and hungry, yanking his own loin cloth off as you roll onto your stomach, eager for him to mount you, hardened cock swinging between your legs while a bead of pre dribbles out the top. You're on your knees, propping your body up in the ideal position for— breeding essentially.

Pickle is eager himself, lining his massively thick, veiny dick up with your rim, nearly growling at the anticipation as he presses the head against it and starts to push. Every part of the tanned man is large, including his third leg that was just a few inches over a foot in length and thick like a world record-breaking, sizable anaconda. He tried to force himself into you, but you push him out, obviously because it's been a while and it seems to frustrate the beast, eliciting a growl from him as he eyes your little hole with his brows furrowed. Everytime you breathe, it winks at him, almost like it's taunting him and you can't help but to grow frustrated, huffing at him from over your shoulder, but he can't stop staring at your hole, curious eyes drilling themselves into your ass.

Then, yet another instinct comes over him as he leans down, shoving his tongue past the first ring of muscle, the fat thing nearly longer than his cock. The sensation is strange but it only makes more pearls of pre dribble from your tip, your own cock seemingly throbbing as his wild tongue throbs around inside of you from behind, forcibly stretching you with its width. The muscle thrashes around inside of you, wildly moving about, darting in and out of you like an excitable puppy drinking water from a lake. His tongue movements are uncoordinated and hungry, so much to the point that it's darting about with no clear destination, even causing a few stray licks to the underside of your balls that makes you flinch every time.

Pickle isn't particularly sure what he's doing or why he's doing it, but he couldn't stop himself from feeding into the curiosity. It surprised you as well, considering he's never done to you before and you had never felt so good down there like this.

Shamelessly, a group of researchers and scientists were watching this ensemble unfold in real-time, gathered around with food in their hands like shameless perverts watching an adult film.

For science! They would most likely say, ignoring their own instincts to shove a hand in their pants at the scene in front of them.

The licking, although pleasant, was becoming too much and there was a buildup you were feeling in your shaft that had you panting like a dog, clawing at the ground and smashing your skull against the dirt. For some unknown reason, Pickle took your sounds as a signal of sorts and he remembered his own issue, heavy uncircumcised cock seeming to throb and lift with eagerness. Yet again, he pulls himself back to position himself properly, lining himself up with your hole and then pushes the tip in, a chirp of excitement escaping him as he plunges in deeper, going in about halfway before you feel as though the insides of your stomach are literally being rearranged. Fertile balls are pressed up against yours as he manages to jam every inch into your awaiting hole, somehow you're able to take every inch, an impressive feat within itself. Perhaps, this is why he took you as a lover. A flash of memories comes to mind to both you and Pickle.

. . .

Pickle had his share of sexual partners— instinctually he went after women, who he ultimately killed by accident after ripping through their wombs with the deadly length between his thighs. He had found a woman once, able to take him fully, but she did not recuperate his feelings and escaped him after a session of breeding. Eventually, Pickle stumbled upon Cucumber, a man of smaller stature than him, but strong in his own way. Their first meeting was anything but friendly, both of them going after the same prey of a Jurassic animal, looking for their next meal, fighting each other while simultaneously fighting the creature in hopes of getting meat. Ultimately, they ended up killing the beast together and bregrundingly shared, taking from the hunted beast without acknowledging each other much after.

But through unfortunate events, you continued to run into each other at different points in both of your traveling journeys, but continued to ignore each other regardless. And on one of those fateful meet-ups, however, Pickle had made a mistake— a mistake that brought on a sense of fear that he'd never once had to deal with before.

Consuming a wasp.

The pain he'd felt from it made him more vocal than ever, scaring away beasts and other people alike. However, Cucumber was not fearful, instead, he went a pang of sympathy for the man who he'd considered somewhat of a companion.

Immediately jumping into action, tapping into a nurturing side that he sometimes would ignore, he wandered hurriedly to the nearest lake of water, cupped his hands and gathered a healthy amount of it into his hands and wandered towards the other man. He growled at that primitive man who was still in excruciating pain, opening his mouth in an attempt to get the message across to him and with tears in his eyes, Pickle obliged, reminding Cucumber of a whimpering babe who was hungry for milk.

Dumping the handfuls of water into Pickle's mouth, you watched as he held the water in his mouth for a moment and then spit it out, along with the wasp, coughing up quite a storm. You frowned as he coughed, hesitantly patting his back afterwards, and after a while, you left to gather something to soothe the residual burning— fruits, which you forced Pickle to eat, despite his disdain for eating things that he did not hunt himself. But when he did as you wanted, the burn disappeared and you were ready to take your leave after helping him— only to have the man hot on your tail, everywhere you went, following you closely from behind.

Surprisingly, you didn't shoo him away, and that was what began the true extent of your strange relationship. It didn't take much longer before he would develop something new, love, and you returned the feeling. And in a moment of intimacy one late night, under the stars, he'd mounted you for the first time like a woman and breeded you under the moonlight. It was somewhat romantic, even with the guttural sounds of pleasure and delight that came from you both. And when you took him in his entirety without complaint, he was even more infatuated with you than he'd already been.

. . .

The primal man is grinning at this point as he's able to properly mount you, beginning to thrust at a pace that has your body rocking back and forth, his mouth and the area around it shiny with his own saliva as he plunges further. You're lucky you're stronger than the average and modern man, claws digging further into the dirt to keep yourself from toppling forward. Pickle is pounding into you, thrusting his hips with a tenacity that's enough to shake the trees around you, you're lucky your body is built for the brutality.

Watchful eyes are carefully observing, even going as far as to have a discussion onto why the two of you had chosen each other as mates since there was no chance of either of you reproducing. Then again, did reproducing matter much to the primitive people of your time? Apparently not, though Pickle seemed to be /breeding/ you as if it were indeed, possible.

Poor Cucumber was experiencing the true strength of Pickle's excitement, quite literally being fucked into the ground by a beast of mass destruction. The researchers collectively feel a sense of great respect for you as you handle the creature on top of you with gritted teeth, groaning and growling as you take every inch. It's a rough experience that leaves you teary eyed, wobbly lipped, and whining, just like all the other times he has his way with you. Pickle doesn't seem to let up, not even when your teeth chatter as a familiar and growing pleasure comes over you, blossoming in your hips and cock, strings of white spewing from your tip and onto the ground beneath you in spurts that seem to last far too long. Your cock seems to soften after cumming a second time, though it continues to twitch and swing with the pistoning of barbaric hips that continuously drive you forward. Squelching and the sound of skin repeatedly colliding is nearly as loud as the proud growls Pickle does, his chest vibrating with an animalistic equivalent of pride when you cum, squeezing his erection enough to milk him just right.

And fortunately, your poor hole doesn't need to take much more abuse before Pickle reaches his edge as well, unleashing copious amounts of his load into you, cum spilling out the edges where your bodies connected, dribbling out in the dirt like lines of salt. You'd felt full like this before, never able to get used to the feeling but still enjoying it regardless, a strange after result is the slight pouch in your lower belly that is made due to an immense amount of cum. Pickle holds himself there for a bit before pulling out and he's /still/ coming, ropes of the sticky white landing on your back and your rear, the insane amount he's dumped into you beginning to spill out and trickle from your gaping, spasming hole. Your lover lets out an affirmative, satisfied groan and then lays down onto the ground on his side right next to you. He wraps one of his lengthy arms around you and pulls you towards him, your chest neerly flush against his, and you rest your forehead against his shoulder, panting as you attempt to catch your breath, almost as if you'd been running after an especially fast prey. Pickle shuts his eyes and rests his chin on top of your head as he slowly shuts his eyes, having been drained of energy. It's not long before he's asleep and his body naturally locks in place around you, almost like a protective barrier. One of his legs is draped over yours, hooked behind your knees, his monstrous cock nestled between your thighs while yours is squeezed between your stomach and his abdomen, lower bodies entangled where it's almost difficult to distinguish between limbs. His arm is still wrapped around your back, the other had joined, slipping beneath you as his hands interlocked behind your back. This position is new, he's usually laying right on top of you when he sleeps, completely covering you up like a shell on the back of a turtle, making it nearly impossible to see you beneath him unless one looked from very specific angles.

You're tired as well, hole still leaking with Pickle's cum as your eyelids grow heavy. Your body is hot and sticky with sweat, making your skin stick to his, but you always find comfort in his presence, snaking your own arms around the massive man's body the best way you can before you drift off to sleep as well.

To the researchers and facility crew who are still watching on the security cams, they see the cuddling session as wholesome— despite the previous actions of you both— and nearly coo at the cuddling session.

Perhaps they would need to adjust their research and find different questions to think about...

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munsonownsmyass · 8 months

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Healing takes time

Frank Castle x plus size!reader

Summary: At a low point in life, you meet someone who might just help you get through it.

Notes: I'm going through some stuff and put it in a fic. Is there any other way to cope with life?

@itwasthereaminuteago wrote me three little words (workout with Frank) yesterday and it inspired this.

Warnings: reader had bad self imagine. Insecurities. Some fluff at the end. We do like a happy ending.

Words: 1.5 K

Panting heavily, you finally stop for a break. Almost at a breaking point, feeling the tears threatening to spill. Every muscle aching and nausea building. Is it like this for everyone or just you?

The breathing is still not back to normal as you lean against the wall, chugging down the cold water in your bottle. This is horrible. Working out is horrible. You’re about to break into tears again with the thought of doing this again tomorrow.

“You’re pushing yourself to hard, princess.”

You look up, finding a handsome stranger in front of you. The type of guy you fear meeting going to the gym as a thick woman. Very attractive, muscular, actually looking like he belongs at a gym, whereas you were here for the first time, and it definitely showed.

“I know.” You said, no need to lie to the stranger. He and everyone else here had looked at you, finding all your flaws, probably had an inner monologue about all your rolls and how obvious it was that you were totally new to this. Not even in proper workout clothes, you felt like a fraud.

“You should ease up, let-”

“Thank you,” You interrupt him, not needing a lecture right now. You were already so close to crying that another word might break you. “But I don’t need your help. I know I probably do it all wrong, but at least I’m here.”

Your voice crack at the last word, and you just know you have to leave now unless you want to sob and then you definitely couldn’t show your face here again. You look into his eyes and to your surprise, you find compassion in his eyes.

“Who hurt you?” He asks softly, his voice full of sympathy and it’s too much. You walk off, grabbing your bag and walk out, not even looking back. You fight back the tears all the way to your car, fumbling with the keys when a gentle hand lands on your shoulder. Turning around, you see the man from the gym.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-”

“It’s okay. This is not about you and I’m sorry. I’m just having the worst week of my life.” You say with a shivering voice, wiping away a few tears. “The man I thought I was gonna marry just left me because I’m not good enough. So I feel like shit and wanted to change. That’s why I came here. But I suck at this, and I should just give up and be one of those women who have a bunch of cats and live alone…”

You sob silently, regretting pouring your heart out to this stranger, but you already feel better, getting it of your chest.

“Do you always interrupt people so much?” He smiles, tilting his head to the side as he cocks a brow at you. You sniffle softly, huffing out a small laugh.

“No, and I’m so sorry for that too.”

“No need to apologize. Sounds like you’ve had a rough time.” He takes a step closer, leaning against your car beside you. “I can help you, if you want.”

“Could you kill him?” You laugh trough your tears and he just smile, the smirk on his face making you question if he took it as a joke or not.

“I meant with the workout. Now, I’m no personal trainer, but I could show you how everything works.” He offers, looking at you with soft eyes. Really pretty eyes. You want to say yes, but you’d be too self-conscious to have this hunk see you all sweaty and weak.

“I really appreciate it, but I can’t.”

“Come on, princess. Gotta make that asshole regret he ever left you.” He nudges your shoulder softly and you hate how it gives you butterflies. You shouldn’t even go there. You’d never be good enough for a guy like that. And you just got dumped! This would be a mess. But you already knew you’d say yes.

“Okay then. But I’m warning you. I’m lazy and weak.”

“You’re stronger than you think, princess. You just gotta believe it yourself.” He smiles again, pushing off your car. “See you here Thursday.”

“But… what about tomorrow?” You ask, already having mentally prepared yourself for some daily torture at the gym.

“Your body needs some rest. Thursday.” He turns to walk back to the gym, but then turns around, smiling at you. “Do you even want a bunch of cats?”

“No, I hate cats. I’m a dog person.” You yell back at him, only to see a wide smile on his face. “I’m y/n, by the way.”

“Frank.” He says, before turning back towards the gym, waving back at you.

That’s how you found yourself at the gym twice a week with him from then on. Frank Castle. At first, he didn’t say much, just showed you how the machines worked, gave you some simple exercises and gradually increased the weight and the difficulty of the exercises.

But over time as you opened up more about your past, he did too. How he was born and raised in Hell’s Kitchen to Sicilian parents, how he’d been a major troublemaker as a kid and later joined the marines. The day he told you how he lost his wife and kids, was the first day your new friendship was taken outside of the gym. You invited him to dinner at a nearby pizza place and you had talked for hours until the owner threw you out at closing time.

Frank had helped you heal so much over the past few months and had giving you back the thirst for life. You smiled more when you were with him and felt better than you had in years. Also why you had invited him to your little party tonight, celebrating finally getting a place of your own, sticking to working out for 4 months and starting to feel like yourself again.

With the party at full swing, you look around and can’t find Frank anywhere, but notice the window to the fire escape is open. Peeking out, you find him smiling back at you with a beer in hand.

“Hiding, are we?” You giggle, before climbing through to join him. He just gives you a soft smile as he scoots over, making room for you.

“Yeah, that Louisa girl was getting a little too close.” He grins as he takes a sip of his beer.

“Shit, sorry. But I thought you were single, so I told her to go for it.”

“I am.” He responds softly, looking at the bottle as he fiddles with the label.

“Oh…” You turn a little and look at him, unsure why he’d reject Louisa. Possibly the hottest of your friends and definitely a catch. “Then… Why would you hide from her? I promise, she’s amazing.”

“Maybe she is.” He looks up from the bottle and into your eyes, his softening as soon as his gaze falls on you. “But I like someone else.”

“Damn, you should have told me. Then I wouldn’t have set her loose on you.” You giggle softly, shrugging apologetically. Truth be told, you would have hated for her to date Frank, but you couldn’t just keep him to yourself when a guy like that deserved so much better.

“I want to. I was just waiting until she’s ready.”

“Ready for what? I can’t imagine anyone not being ready for you, Frankie.” You laugh it off as a joke, but deep down you’re serious. How anyone could not be willing to be with Frank was a mystery. He was so kind, had been a rock for you these past four months and he was fine as hell.

“It takes time to heal, sweetheart. Especially after a failed engagement. And I don’t mind waiting a little longer for you.”

“For… me?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper. You can’t really believe what you just heard. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe he’s just drunk. It couldn’t be. “B-but… why? I’m not…”

Special. You trail off before you can finish the sentence. At that he just chuckles softly, like you’ve just asked the most ridiculous question in the world. “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

“But how? When? I…” You stumble over your words, not sure you’ll ever be able to form a coherent sentence again.

“You’ve said that I’ve helped you heal. Truth is… You healed me too.” He reaches out for you, his hand gently cupping your cheek as his dark eyes stare into yours. There are so many unspoken questions hanging in the air, but you try to silence the voices.

He closes the distance, letting his lips claim yours in a kiss that takes your breath away, but it’s over too soon. For a moment, nothing exists beside you and Frank. The music gone, the city silent.

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For the first time in a long time, you know things will get better. They say anything happens for a reason and you now know you were meant to meet Frank. You had been broken, but he had put you back together. Healing takes time, it takes practice… and a little bit of love.

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eashmo · 9 months

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So I just wrote my very first fanfic and not gonna lie. I envy people who can write like that. But I think I did good 🤷🏻‍♀️ I've never been good at this sort of thing, I can barely write blurbs for my mood boards. I'm more of a poet than a big storyteller.

Please be nice 🙏🏻

How do you warn again? fluff, angst, I guess.

Love bites

It's the way Billy's lips greedily found yours that made you melt. He pushes himself into you, pressing you into the leather seats. His left hand holds your wrist while his right trails down to the curve of your hip. The heat from both of you radiates in the small space, making it suffocating as the two of you tangle your tongues for Dominance to see who will break first.

"I love you" you mumble in his mouth.

He exhales deeply through his nose as he grunts while he grinds his pelvis into yours, pinning you farther into the seat, giving you little room to move.

"Don't say that." he chimes in. His mouth trails wet sloppy kisses down the edge of your jaw, down the length of your neck, stopping at the base. Billy's teeth sink into the sensitive skin. Gripping your hair, allowing more excess.

"Why? It's true, I love you.... all of you, " you say through breathy moans.

"Yeah?" He says as his grip on the back of your head tightens. His blown out ocean blue eyes meet yours. Billy licks his swollen lips as he admires the soft curves of your face. He allows your wrist to slip out of his left hand, giving you the opportunity to slink them around his neck and pushing your fingers into his damp hair. With a light, Tug earns you a low growl from him.

"Yeah" you smile as you take his face into your hands, gently running your thumbs across his cheeks.

Sighing, he removes himself from your grip and sits in the seat looking away from you.

"No you don't y/n, you can't love me after everything that has happened, after what I did to you when I was flayed..... I almost fucking killed you." He says while his eyes were getting glossy.

"Billy, look at me, please," your voice cracks.

He looks at you with teary eyes, then down to your scar on your chest. The scar that he gave you.

"Billy, that wasn't you, and I forgave you the moment it even happened." You started to cry.

"DO NOT FORGIVE ME Y/N!" He shouts and punches the back of the passenger seat so hard that it gashes his knuckles. You jump to the sound that reverberates through the car's cabin,

"Don't just don't," he weakly says as he exits the car, leaving you with your racing mind.

You scramble out to find him leaning on the hood smoking. You slowly walk over to him, inserting yourself between his legs. Picking up his hurt hand, you used the sleeve of your shirt to stop the bleeding despite it not being a big gash. Wiping away the blood, you kiss his knuckles softly.

He watches you cautiously while flicking the cigarette away. His now free hand gently holds your hip, afraid of breaking you.

"William Hargove, you are my life, my universe. I'm not going to let some fucking mindbitch ruin the only thing I have left in this damn forsaken town." You say.

He scoffs, "mindbitch, really?" He smiles a little.

You make a small snort. "Of course, that's the only thing you're gonna comment on." Shaking your head, you put your arms around his neck like they were missing puzzle pieces. Pressing your chest to his. Heart against heart.

He kisses your forehead gently. "I love you too, I always have since the moment I saw you in the school parking lot on my first day. And I loved you even more when you punched me in the nose when I got in the fight with Harrington at the Byers house."

You grimace at the memory. You broke his nose that night. But after that, he was kinder to you and your friends, especially to max.

He grips your jaw so you're looking directly into his eyes. "Marry me?"

Grinning, you give him the biggest bear hug that anyone can receive while squealing a "yes."

He gives an amused grunt from the sudden hug attack.

"Now, where were we, big boy?" You say while nipping his ear, causing him to groan and tightening his hold around your waist.

"I don't want to touch you too much, baby, cause making love to you might drive me crazy. He laughs a little.

"Did you really just quote a Def Leppard song?" You smirked.

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minhosimthings · 5 months

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Fault

Prompt by @banghyunchanji : Imagine when Chan finds out that your manager is making you perform the day after you have a miscarriage.

Pairings - Idol!Husband!Chan × Soloist!Fem!Wife!reader

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, reader has a miscarriage, angst with a shit ton of comfort, mentions of food, chan has a nightmare

A/N: saw this one gif and I just had to write it! I don't like the way I wrote the ending much but I think this was my favorite descriptions to write. Thank you to @banghyunchanji for the prompt! I hope all of you like it.

"Channie-" you gasped for air. The lilac painted room, your favourite colour, seemed to be whirling around and you swore you could see the moon dancing up in the sky through the magnificent windows. Why was the moon shining tonight? Why were the city lights still turned on? Why were the buildings still stinking of coffee? Why wouldn't the world stop for you?

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"Channie- I-Im-" Chan immediately pulled you into his chest, engulfing you in a warm comforting fire, as all the crystals you've held in your eyes started coming out. Chan felt the fabric of his shirt getting wetter and wetter, but he couldn't care less. His eyes were bloodshot, illuminating his dark circles, from all the days you got him back home at midnight from the studio.

"Shh princess. Shh, it's alright it's alright." Chan rubbed circles on your wrist, always a way of calming you down, "I'm here. I'm here." He tried to keep his voice from cracking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Your voice tried to be stable, and your soul tried to stop itself from bleeding. Chan's heart broke into a more than a million pieces, probably enough to scatter the entire world. "Baby no~" he shushed you, his voice as warm as a freshly baked pecan pie, your favourite wasn't it? "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's. No shhh don't cry baby, you're still very weak." He held you tighter, as your tears dried up, "you'll only get weaker. Have some water, come on."

Chan got you up slowly, hands resting on your waist, trying not to float over to your stomach, where stitches lie, tightly packed, but still bleeding gold. He pressed a glass of water to your lips, gently lifting it, so that your throat could get a drop of hydration.

"thank you." You whispered, laying back down on the bed. Chan smiled gently at you, a weak attempt at calming you down. You could see the rotten pain in his smile, his dimple shining less than it usually did. "It's alright." He mumbled into your ear, as you wrapped your arms around him, as he spoke a lie which would perhaps become a disguised truth, "Everything's gonna be alright."

The next day

"Alright Mrs Bang," the doctor clapped her hands together, rearranging her stethoscope around her bruised neck, "Your tests are looking good. I think you're free to go home today! But please-" she turned to Chan, who had his hand wrapped around your shoulder, "-make sure she doesn't do any physical activity. I know, her being a top class soloist is hard, but she absolutely cannot do any physical activity until her next checkup." Chan smiled gently at the doctor and shook her hand bracingly. "Thank you Dr Yang. And I'll make sure she doesn't even move a limb until you say so." Dr Yang laughed heartily and moved out the door, chan following behind her, while a nurse removed all the saline bottles hooked up to your veins. "Thank you." You said, as she threw all the bottles into the bin. She looked like a warm presence, with her hair tied into a bun, exactly how your mother used to do it. "It's alright." She fidgeted with her fingers. She mus'nt have been older than you, probably three or two years younger. "Uh Ma'am?" She approached, "I know it's insensitive to ask you in such times like this. B-but-" she looked down at the floor, "my little girl, she's 15 and she really loves your songs a-and her birthday is coming up and I saved up enough to buy her one of your albums." Your heart warmed at her words, distracting you from what happened the night before. "It really would mean the world to me if you could sign the pc. I would love to see her this weekend, since we haven't been talking much." You smiled at her and took the pc she offered you. You traced the frame of the pc and laughed at your younger self posing for the photo, dressed in a tube top that would barely fit you now. "Here you go." You handed the pen and the pc back to the nurse. "May I ask, you seem so young to have a child? Were you-" you lingered in the last words as the nurse smiled again. "Got pregnant when I was 16." She let out a chuckle. "Couldn't let my baby go, so I endured it for nine months, and now she lives with another family. I visit her from time to time to give her gifts and remind her I still exist. She's started calling me mom now!" Your heart engulfed in flames hearing the nurse's words. The excitement with which she talked about her daughter was so melodious to you, like hearing one of Chan's songs before the rest of the kids did. It was like that word you read once what was it what was it? Ukiyo! The Japanese word. To be unbothered by the duties of life, when your heart tells you to. A beautiful word, you thought. Languages really are pretty, more prettier when you notice for the first time, that you weren't alone.

"Baby can I lie down on the bed for a minute?" You had finally reached home after what seemed like the longest drive of your life. It felt lonely, to have nothing in your arms instead of having a crying baby. You didn't mention a word of it to Chan. True, letting go is easier than keeping it in, but as you looked at his bloodshot eyes and remembered Minho telling you in secret about how much your husband wept, you decided to keep it in just a little bit.

"Sure darling." Chan guided you slowly to the bedroom, his arms holding you so tight yet so fragile, "I'll wake you up when you need to eat alright?" He kissed your forehead as you hummed in response, drifting off into peacefully troubled sleep.

"Ahh fuck." You groaned as you woke up. You checked the time on your phone. It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since you slept. You decided that it was best to wake up and go outside to your husband, instead of laying in bed with your pillow giving you the worst ideas.

"Ch-channie?" You voiced out, nervously stepping into the kitchen. You couldn't see a broad shouldered figure clad in black anywhere in the kitchen, so you gave up your search there and instead strolled over to the living room.

There he was. Dozing off on the sofa, without a blanket. You smiled at him gently shivering every now and then. You could hear him muttering something in his sleep.

"No- not- fault", he kept muttering, "ocean-give the". He started shivering a little more violently, and you could see his fingers start to fidget. You sighed and went over to his sleeping figure, and upon closer inspection you saw that his eyes were twitching uncontrollably.

"Baby?" You shook him gently, to which he groaned but still didn't open his eyes. "Channie wake up." You shook him more harshly this time. "Wh-what?" He mumbled, slowly opening his eyes and blinking up at you, as he usually did on the rare times that he fell asleep. "Baby were you having a nightmare?" You plopped down next to him on the couch and wrapped a blanket around both of you. As if it was a natural response, Chan wrapped his arms around you and buried his head into your neck. "Just had a dream about the ocean." He mumbled into your neck. "Alright Mr Huggabear." You chuckled, feeling his breath on your neck, "How about we order something hmm?" Chan nodded, still not removing himself from the crook of your neck.

You picked up your phone and quietly tapped your fingers on it, ordering all of Chan's favourites, without him knowing, as he was still deep in your neck. "I'll pay." You heard him mumble, trying to stifle a yawn. "It's alright baby." You stroked his curly hair, "I already paid so you don't hav-"

The sound of the bell echoing through your house slightly startled you. Was the delivery man already here? That was certainly quick, you thought as you decided to give the delivery man a tip for his speed.

"I'll go darling. You sit." Chan finally got up, rubbing his eyes. You smiled up at Chan and got up anyways to turn the tv on, switching to the last episode of Hannibal.

"Uh baby?" You heard Chan call your name from across the house, "Paul's here!"

Paul was one of your many managers, the main one you could say. And yes, only ONE of your many managers, because a world class soloist has got to have atleast a hundred of them right?

"Hey Y/N!" Paul walked in casually, followed by some members of staff. You felt slightly uncomfortable having so many people in your house, but like a good Samaritan, you kept it in. Chan followed behind.

"Nice of you to drop in Paul." Chan smiled, "Please do sit down." Paul plopped down on the sofa opposite you as Chan sat down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "What can we do for you Paul?" You smiled gently. Paul brushed a hair out of his face and pulled out a paper, giving it to you. "So I got the schedule for your shows." Paul smiled brightly, "Tomorrow you'll be performing in Busan and for the next month-" "I'm sorry can we pause for a moment?" Chan's stern voice shut Paul up. "She can't perform." He took the paper from your hands, and gave it back to Paul, "She's on maternal leave you know that right?" Chan eyebrows were furrowed and anger was starting to creep up to his face. You put your hand on his, a weak attempt to calm him down.

"Now now-" Paul laughed awkwardly, "no need to get angry Mr Banhg. But this is entirely Y/N's buisness not yours." "Excuse me?"

You felt Chan visibly shake beside you. "Channie-" you whispered, in a vain attempt to calm him down. "This is my buisness, she's my wife incase you didn't know. And she just had a miscarriage, so could you atleast pretend to be sympathetic, you fucking Asshole?" Flames seemed to erupting from Chan, as Paul scoffed, looking offended. "Mr Bangh I really suggest you not use such language." "And I suggest you leave right now." Chan fired back, as you watched the scene unfold, not being able to do anything, "Tell PD Nim that she cannot perform and whe most certainly will not."

"Mr Bangh." Paul started, but Chan was quicker in his words. "Nothing you say will convince me to let her go so please I suggest you leave."

"Whatever." Paul scoffed, getting up along with the rest of the staff and swinging his bad over his shoulder. "When she loses her fans because of her laziness, don't tell me I didn't tell you so." You could have punched Paul right then and there and you were going to if Chan hadn't gotten to him quicker. The glass vase on the round table fell off and shattered noisily as Chan slammed Paul into a wall. You heard gasps from the rest of the staff members and you rushed over to Chan, holding him by his arm and whispering "let him go Channie he's not worth our time" into his ear. Chan begrudgingly let go of Paul who adjusted his collar quickly and scampered out the door, along with the staff. "Hey!" Chan called out to the last staff member who was about to leave. She turned around quickly and bowed to Chan. "Tell JYP that Y/N will be on a hiatus for the next three months and Bang Chan from Stray Kids will also be on hiatus for very related reasons. Put emphasis on the related. Got it?" The girl nodded frantically and rushed out the door.

"Chan" you sighed heavily, "Alright that slamming into the wall was hot, but what was the hiatus about?" Chan meekly smiled up at you, a total contrast to how he was five minutes ago. "You're not going anywhere nor are you doing anything related to performing in three months. You're staying at home and I'm feeding you chocolate and hugs and kisses until you die." You laughed heartily and plopped down onto the couch, getting the food that had magically appeared at the doorstep.

"I love you Channie." You rested your head on his shoulder, leaning into his warmth. "I love you too babygirl." Chan kissed your forehead, "More than you could ever know."

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wheresarizona · 2 years

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summary: Edging Joel Miller.

rating: E (18+!! This is smut. No y/n, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), edging, begging, creampie)

pairing: Joel Miller/gn!reader

word count: 500+

a/n: I wrote this while watching @perropascal play the remake of TLOU because, my god, was I feeling a type of way seeing Joel in 4K. Shoutout to my beta @invisibleismyname. She’s the best!

Thank you for reading! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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Joel’s thick cock is throbbing inside you, stretching your walls to their limits, feeling every vein and ridge of him while you roll your hips atop him.

He’s on his back beneath you, his hands above his head, secured to the headboard with his belt as makeshift handcuffs. He’s an absolute sight to behold—a sheen of sweat on his naked body, eyes glazed over and almost unseeing in his desperation, a twinkle of reverence as he watches you, his plush lips parted as he pants, a rosy flush all over his golden skin, and muscles in his abdomen flexing.

You love days like this—no patrol, no plans, the two of you can spend hours in bed.

You love Joel like this—letting you be in control, whimpering, his cock twitching inside you.

You’ve been going at this for a while, riding him until he’s about to come and stopping, doing it over and over and over again, a wet squelch between your legs from your slick and his precum—you'd already come twice.

“Baby,” Joel whines. “I’m so fuckin’ hard it hurts. Please, let me come.”

You know that if his hands weren’t tied, he would’ve already gripped your hips hard and fucked up into you to find his release. You also know he can take more; if it truly was too much, he’d use his safeword. As it stands, he’s at your mercy, looking absolutely wrecked.

“Almost,” you purr, your hands on his chest for leverage, speeding up while your thighs quiver, bouncing on him, going hard and fast, up and down his hard length.

“Please,” Joel’s voice cracks. “Please.”

You know he’s close when he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to buck his hips up into you, and you slam your ass down onto him, stopping your movements to sit with his cock nestled deep inside you.

Joel throws his head back, whining loudly, the elegant line of his neck on display, while he trembles.

He pants while you give him a moment, slowly circling your hips, feeling so full, him rubbing against all those sweet spots inside you.

“You’ve done so well for me,” you say, stroking your hands on his sweat-slick torso, his skin hot to the touch.

“I need…,” he chokes.

“Okay, Joel,” you rock your hips. “You can come.”

“Get off,” he pants, eyes wild when he looks at you. “Gonna come.”

You push down all the way, sitting flush on his hips.

“Come inside me,” you say. “Let go.”

A strangled groan rips from his throat, eyes shutting as he comes, erupting inside you, pulsing, filling you so much you feel it dripping out.

His entire body goes lax, melting into the mattress, his chest heaving.

You lean up over him to make quick work of the belt to free his hands, and Joel immediately hugs your body against his, sighing happily.

Minutes pass before he speaks.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, kissing the top of your head.

“How are you feeling?” Reaching up to rub your fingers in his hair, damp from sweat.

“Came so hard, I think I passed out for a minute.”

“Sorry I made you lose consciousness.” You try to hide your smile.

“That’s a damn lie.”

You snort.

“True.”

“Let me catch my breath. Then it’s your turn.”

You’re excited by the prospect, clenching around his softened length still inside you, and making him gasp.

“Baby,” he starts. “I’m gonna have you beggin’ so loud, the neighbors will hear.”

“Promise?” You ask.

“Promise,” he replies, tilting your chin up so he can kiss you.

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devnmon · 1 year

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Long, Long Time.

'Cause I've done everything I know To try and make you mine And I think I'm gonna love you For a long, long time

Summary: Irrevocably in love with the woman you can’t have, a wine drunk night over classical reading and a fireplace aids in decision making.

Ao3 version | tess masterlist

prequel fic

Warnings: smut [a tiny bit], reader hopelessly in love with Tess, use of y/n (a couple times); based on ep 3 of TLOU

wc: 13k

A/n: Okay ummm first of all don’t blame me for writing this much on one character that i’ve never written before, but this fic is literally my baby. It’s my favorite thing i’ve written. I thought it was my turn to take a spin with writing for Tess. Since tlou came out i’ve been obsessed with her and… well you can tell by how much I wrote. Here it is, my perfect Tess fic. Enjoy <3

Today was the day.

A warm morning in September, 20 years after the Cordyceps infection sunk into the deepest depths of society, crumbling down its once high, strong walls, to a brittle, cracked dictatorship of community. The Boston Quarantine Zone was one of your least favorite places in the world, but from what you heard about other cities' QZ's, it was a walk in the park.

As a smuggler, you handled runs for more than 75% of the place, with the help of a few desperate FEDRA officers that offered to look the other way for a price.

If risking your life for bottles of pills and useful supplies was the most dangerous thing to do, then so be it; you were the unlucky one.

Most runs, you were accompanied by one of your two partners, Tess Servopolous or Joel Miller. They were older, skilled, smart, and resourceful, and they knew how to kill. Especially Tess. She could handle her own like it was nobody's business. Hard headed and courageous, Tess became a good partner and soon enough, a close friend.

Although, there was another part of you that found her alluring, captivating and so, so gorgeous. She was confident in herself no matter what, which only drew you towards her more.

Ever since the early days of the outbreak, you three had each other's backs, and nothing could come between you. To you, they were the only thing you'd known after being found by the older woman and taken in. The day she found you, beat up and bloody with several injuries, was the day she had quite genuinely saved your life.

Now a part of Joel and Tess's smuggling business, you were off to a town called Lincoln, a five hour hike from the walls of the QZ.

The hot sun glared down on your skin, a chill September breeze flowing in gusts that kept you cooled off enough throughout your journey.

A majority of the trip was spent in silence, lost in your enamor for Tess, eyes trailing over the back of her figure. She had glanced back once or twice at you, like she could feel your eyes burning into her body.

Some nights you lay awake wondering what it would be like to drag your fingers up and down the expanses of her skin, trailing over her back and caressing the soft skin of her figure till you fell asleep.

Time passed as you traveled behind Tess and Joel, and the image of a metal fence coming into view.

"This is it," Joel stated before approaching the gate. You begin to follow the two older individuals before you pause, stopping a minute to remember something that Frank had mentioned about their gate.

"Wait, I thought you said this thing was booby-trapped or something.. How do we know it won't get triggered?" The concern of your safety was imminent, the unknown patiently waiting behind the metal gates.

"Well we don't, but Frank said if we came from the road instead of the forest that it wouldn't get triggered. They'd see us coming that way, too. Trust me, I know Frank. He wouldn't lie, not when he knows we can work together."

Tess was the expert on the two men that lived behind the gates of the completely deserted town; she was the one who arranged their meeting, after all.

"Alright.." You sighed, walking right up to the gate with them.

There was a box attached to the entry gate with a few buttons on it. You watched Joel walk up to the gate and press a button labeled 'Call'.

A loud buzzing sounded out after he'd pushed the red button in, and a moment later, a male voice responded from the intercom.

"Password."

The voice sounded deeper than Frank's, only assuming the speaker was Bill, the other half of the couple that resided in Lincoln.

"Uh- Ahem," Joel cleared his throat, before stating the code word Frank had given you three before coming.

The feedback rang out as Joel spoke, another buzzing sound coming from the gate as you hear it unlock.

"Alright, let's go. Keep an eye out for anything suspicious, since we really don't know what we're walkin' into here."

Tess scoffed at her male partner's words, a smirk on her face saying otherwise from your tense anxiety of meeting new people.

"Tess, hey," you grabbed her arm ever so softly as you trailed behind her, and she looked toward you, "Are you sure we can trust these guys?"

A tiny smile formed on her face as she recognized your nervousness. She thought it was adorable and sweet how you went to her for comfort at any point in time. It warmed her heart and made her feel important to somebody again.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Frank wouldn't hurt a fly. Bill on the other hand.. he might be a bit standoffish at first. From what Frank said, I'm sure he'll warm up to us with time. Don't worry."

Tess rubbed your arm up and down a couple times, hoping it would soothe your worries. As she did, your face broke out into a small smile, nodding before you dropped your grip and continued walking. You could get lost in the hazel of her eyes like it was hypnosis, or something close to that. The way Tess made your world stop by even being in your presence was something entirely familiar to you, and it kept you up at night, pondering about the simplest things.

It seemed the little town of Lincoln, Massachusetts was surrounded by this perfect bubble of safety and security. Like a dream, the familiarity of a place as different from the QZ.. felt a bit unreal. You never thought you'd have the chance to make friends in a world with infected, much less one with access to such a large range of supplies in a deserted town, highly protected by its sole residents.

The feeling surrounding you was oddly similar to how you felt around Tess, her warmth and beauty heart-warming, much like a hug.

Your focus is brought back to reality as you almost bump into Tess's back, her and Joel had abruptly stopped walking.

"Oof- sorry Tess-"

"Y/n.." Joel says abruptly, not realizing they're both holding their hands out to the side, the cocking of what sounded like a gun putting the realization into place.

"Shit.." You whispered, stepping out from behind Tess, arms out in the same fashion as your partners, and you realize there's a man holding a gun out at the three of you.

Then, from the house the man stood in front of, another man came running out. He calls the name of the man who's holding his pistol at you, Bill.

Which means.. that's Frank. You thought to yourself, as the sweater-wearing man approached and tried to beckon the other man to lower his weapon.

"Bill, these are the people I met over the radio. We can trust them.. they aren't going to hurt us. Put the gun down, please? I don't want to scare off people we could potentially be working with.." The man named Frank said with a chuckle, almost having to force the gun down himself. After another moment of brooding stares being passed between Bill and Joel, he lowers the gun and places it in his holster at his thigh.

Your hands drop to your sides after freezing with them out in the air due to fear. It wasn't the first time someone's pointed a gun at you, but it sure as hell was one of the times you thought someone would actually shoot. Relief washed over you as Bill's arms lowered.

"Perfect, thank you," Frank says to Bill, before wrapping his arm around the man's shoulder, "Welcome to our home, I'm Frank, and this is Bill. I'm so glad to finally meet you guys. We have a lot to talk about! Come on, follow me."

Frank had a home-like smile that was warm and welcoming. It was the first time in a long time you'd seen anyone smile like that. So carefree. You guessed it was the effect of not being behind the walls of a QZ for too long. That, or Frank knew how to stay true to himself in such a rugged, rough around the edges world.

The uncomfortable gaze Bill shot your way made you realize that it probably took a lot for him to even agree to let the three of you come into their town, much less want to work with complete strangers.

While being led back to Bill and Frank's home, you can't help but marvel at everything around you. Lincoln was much different than the QZ and open city; a town quite literally frozen in time from when it had been evacuated. A place like this was one you dreamed of settling down in, with a partner before the outbreak; it seemed like the perfect place to do so. Quiet, quaint, and bare of any infected or dangerous militia and resistance groups.

As their home came into view, it was exactly as you thought it'd be: another one of the huge houses a place like suburbia always had. It was one of the biggest you'd ever seen, almost out of a storybook. Except for the leaves blowing through the streets, it was as if the house hadn't aged a day. Everything about their home and its surrounding yard looked as if it had been tended to regularly; a mowed lawn, bushes with budding flowers, and not a single area of chipped paint to be seen.

"This is our place, I do my best to keep it looking its best and Bill... well he's just one hell of a cook. Aren't you, dear?" Frank turned to Bill with a smile, only to look away from his lover and back at you three.

"It's true, one of the many things I'm good at. Including defending my home." Bill's hand went to the gun strapped on his thigh.

"Yes, of course you are. Now, could you whip us up some lunch while I get to know our lovely guests here?" Frank turns his head towards Bill again.

"But-" Bill begins to speak, wanting to name all the reasons he doesn't want to leave his lover alone with strangers. Though, you notice Frank is quick to reassure Bill that everything will be alright.

"I'll be fine, I promise. They aren't going to hurt me, I've been extra careful with who I talk to, you know that. These people aren't dangerous. At least not to us." Frank's smile breaks Bill's resolve, trusting his lover enough to retreat into the house with haste.

Now alone with Frank, he guides the three of you over to the table on their lawn. You sit down next to Tess on your right side and Frank on the left.

"So.. Tess, I assume the lovely man you arrived with is the famous Joel Miller?" Frank turned to Joel with his hand out, receiving a firm handshake and nod from the Texan man.

"And you must be..." He turns to you.

"I'm y/n, the secret.. not-so-secret third partner." You laughed awkwardly, feeling somewhat out of place with the man and woman.

"That's right, I've only heard your name a handful of times, but it is so nice to finally meet you in person." Frank read your nervous state like a book, giving you peace of mind with a warm smile. Your nervous state diminishes when Frank's words set in, easing a smile onto your face and raising your eyebrows in slight surprise.

He's heard of me? I wonder what Tess's told him...

"It's nice to meet you too, Frank."

The four of you conversed with small talk, only butting in here and there to add something in, mostly keeping to yourself and not wanting to make the wrong impression on Frank. Tess and Joel discuss the details of a trading business between you all.

Soon enough, Bill began to come out with plates and silverware, to which Frank jumped up to help with setting the table.

"I can help if-" You started to speak, feeling a little guilty at not doing anything to help out as a guest.

"No, no. Sit, relax. You're our guests here, and I'm sure your trip has been long and tiring. Besides, it's been a while since I've set the table for more people than just me and Bill, and it's something I've always loved doing." Frank's kind smile once again eases your worries. But you swore to yourself you'd find a way to repay them for this.

You nodded as the two men made several trips to set the table, appreciating every little thing they added to it one after another. Spices, napkins, fine china plates and silverware with no scratches or rust on them. It was all a marvelous sight, one that reminded you of the old world and missing little things like this in times like these.

The amount of objects they'd placed on the table made you forget just how many of those material things you realized living without was doable. Even if you wished there were more aspects of the old world in the present one.

Fiddling with your thumbs again, you listened in to Joel and Tess's muttering about whether or not they could convince the two males on agreeing to work together, until you heard an exclamation from Tess.

"Oh my god.."

Your head jolted up towards the woman, about to ask her the reason for her outburst, until you picked up what had caught her attention.

The smell of fresh, hot food surrounded the three of you, hunger scraping at the edges of your stomach, making it even more evident that your last meal hadn't been as much of a hearty one as you'd wished. Dishes with meat and vegetables were all neatly placed in the same portion sizes as Frank and Bill put each plate down.

Before you dug in, you heard a familiar pop of cork from what you could only assume was a wine bottle. Sure enough, as you looked at Frank, the bottle he'd brought out resembled one you'd buy for a nice meal like this.

It wasn't until you heard the same cocking of Bill's pistol that you froze in your place. You watched as he placed it on the table for you all to see, a statement of protection and untrustworthiness he clearly still saw in the three of you.

Maybe not you or Tess specifically, but Joel, most definitely.

You decide to ignore the firearm's presence on the table, and begin eating the food that's so delicately placed on each of your plates. Instead of scarfing it all down like some rabid animal, you savored each bite of the flavorful, nutritious food and sip of wine like it was your last.

It might as well have been, since you had no idea whether or not you would be working together.

You wondered how people even ate on china plates that were as delicate and prettily detailed in the most extravagant ways. The silverware and wine glasses were also detailed and etched in such a beautiful way. It made you appreciate the smallest things before you had to go without them again.

A while passes, and everyone's finishing their food up. Light gusts of wind flow through Tess's hair as you look over to her, holding the glass of wine in her hand.

"Well, this really is just-- it's amazing." A slight smile on her face brings warmth to your chest, heating your body despite the cool air.

"Right?" Frank looks from Tess to Bill, who still has his pistol on the table, "Can you not please?"

He reaches over Tess's glass to fill it with the dark red alcohol, then reaches over to yours to do the same as you smile at him.

"I'm the same way," Joel states, understanding where Bill's actions are coming from. You realized in that moment that Bill and Joel are more alike than you thought.

"Oh, you're a paranoid schizophrenic too?" There's a slight chuckle that sounds out from you and Tess as Frank speaks.

"I'm not schizophrenic." Bill suddenly retorts, knowing the validity behind the methods to his madness.

Tess clears her throat, attempting to break the awkward tension that's so clearly grown between Bill and Joel.

"Well can I just say, gun aside, which I get, by the way, how nice this is to have a civilized meal in such a beautiful place? It's been so long. I mean it, I just- I wanna thank you. Even if we don't end up working together. I really needed this."

Her words seemed genuine, a slight twinge of silent and repressed pain in what she said. You only knew an extent of Tess's emotional wounds, ones she pushed down to do her job better.

As Frank lifts his wine glass to Tess with a small smile, he states, "We are working together."

The two clink their glasses together, making you raise yours to do the same.

"Cheers." Tess and Frank clink their glasses, and then Tess turns to you in the same fashion, quickly lifting your glass to clink together.

You all finish up your meals, occasionally glancing over to Tess with appreciation that you got to share something this special with your best friend.

And then the realization hit you, she was only your best friend, and you'd wanted to be more with her since she'd revealed a different side of her to you throughout the years. It was a kind, warm, caring side of Tess that made her feel like the familiarity of those strawberry candies that were hard on the outside, but soft, sweet and gooey on the inside. Tess was rough around the edges, but when she was alone with you were the times she revealed a softer side of herself.

Frank hadn't glanced anywhere other than Tess and Joel, picking up the way they discussed with one another, as if they were good business partners and friends. He'd been blinded by the fact that you sat furthest from Joel, barely even glancing his way for a split second.

The moment Frank gets a good look at you at the table is when he picks up on the way you look at Tess; it's different than the way you look at Bill and Joel, and by god does it open his eyes a mile wide. He only hides it behind his all-knowing warm persona and recognizes a light in your eyes that he saw similarly in Bill's the minute before he'd kissed him, that one day in 2007. Three years later, he saw that same spark of light in you, whenever your eyes glazed over to the only other woman at the table.

The warm younger man looks to his partner, who's anything but, to reassure you all again.

"We are." A moment passes as he sips from the wine glass and speaks again, "You know what? Let's go inside. Tess and y/n, I wanna show you something."

Frank begins to stand, lifting his wine glass from the table, Tess following next before you stand as well.

"Oh yes, it sounds amazing, I'd love to see inside." Now more sociable with the two glasses of wine in your system, you catch your balance before pushing your chair out from the table.

"Actually, I have been wanting to see inside, thank you."

Your words and Tess's overlap at the same time, chuckling a little at the synchronized movements and words between you and the older woman.

"Bring your wine. There's more inside."

"No, not inside. Frank.. Frank!" Bill's voice echoes from the table, as Frank holds the front door open for you two.

You're looking down at your feet as you walk up the porch and into the house, unaware that Tess was glancing back every few seconds to see if you followed. As you step inside, you wipe your boots off on the mat and Frank shuts the door behind him.

Your eyes finally pull away from the mat you've wiped your boots off on, to the inside of Bill and Frank's home. A deep breath of air fills your lungs to the brim as the sight of it all is a bit overwhelming.

"Wow..." you sigh, Frank stood behind you, Tess a few feet ahead, "I haven't seen anything like this in so.. long..."

You trail off as the sight of it all renders you speechless. There's candelabras with fresh wax from candles and picture frames with black and white photos. The image of inside makes it feel like a home, something you haven't felt in a very long time.

"Come on, it's right over here." Frank speaks out loud to the both of you, only you're still standing a few feet in front of the door, as the two walk into the open room just right of the stairway.

"Oh wow, look at these photo albums! I haven't seen one of these in forever.. Are they all Bill's?" Tess's voice carries to you from the other room, noticing her slight chuckle as you gaze over to where she's flipping through one of the albums.

"Yeah, yeah they are. Just don't tell him I showed you.." The two continue to giggle to themselves over the old pictures.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't even notice the extensive vinyl collection.. You know, I used to have a turntable back in college. I'd play the same old records every day, annoyed the hell out of my roommates.." Tess chuckles as she talks about her past life, something you always enjoyed hearing about when she brought it up.

With you, she could bring up anything from her old life, and you'd listen to every word.

You still had the suspicion that she and Joel had a thing going on, and your not-so-little crush on her was doing more harm for you than good in that aspect.

Tess and Frank are looking through the collections of vinyl and photos while you nonchalantly watch from afar, eyes glazing over to the massive shelves of books. Most of the ones on lower shelves were Bill's books on survival and guns, but the ones resting on the higher shelves were classics.

Before the outbreak, you'd been a sucker for those. There was something about the art of classic literature, the subtext and deeper meanings under every word. The beauty of those stories was unmatched.

I'd love to read one of those over some wine.. Matter of fact-

"Hey Frank? Where's that other bottle of wine?" You call out to him from the doorway, with your glass still in hand. Frank glances over to you from a few feet away.

"It's in the fridge, wine opener is uh- somewhere in there. You'll find it."

"Okay, thanks."

You finally break off from the two, eyes glazing over every single picture Bill and Frank have of themselves in their home, as well as the paintings Frank's done of Bill and himself.

Striding into the other room, the kitchen was in a state of what looked freshly used; pots and pans were everywhere, the scent of once heated oil lingering.

Your curious eyes peel over all the older pictures, then notice one in color that's stuck to the fridge with a rainbow magnet.

A twinge in your chest comes as well as joy for the two men that happened to find each other among a world of infected and dictatorships.

You just wish it would have happened to you already.

Bill must have had some vintage cameras lying around, ones Frank knew how to use, or learned to use for things like this. You crouched closer to look at the picture of the two men, bodies pressed together and hands clasped in each other's like they never wanted to let go.

And in such a world, why would they want to?

You pull the refrigerator door open, spotting the unopened bottle of red wine in the door. Reaching for it, you read the label, Beaujolais.

Huh, fancy name for a wine. It'll get me drunk all the same though.. Now where is that damn cork opener?

You're rummaging around in the kitchen drawers until you finally find it, oblivious to the fact that Tess has walked up behind you in your haste to find the damn thing. Her grey shirt is unbuttoned, with a white tee underneath. She always had the simplest style, but it didn't stop her from looking fucking stunning in anything she wore. Tess makes her presence known to you, arms folded across her chest as she leans against the doorway. Picturesque light chestnut strands of hair frame the soft features of her face.

"Whatcha got there?" your body whips around, wine bottle and opener in each of your hands (and almost slipping from them), to which Tess smirks a little at the sight.

You were surprised to not have heard the sound of her boots on the wooden floor, but Tess always had a way of surprising you like that.

You smile sheepishly, raising the bottle and wine opener in both your hands. Truth was, Tess popped in at the perfect time; you could never get the hang of opening things like this.

Opening bottles of liquor for you was always Tess's thing, since you didn't have the skill or strength for it. Your hands were just naturally smaller than hers as well, which meant it was only a job for a person with bigger hands.

How you wished you could hold them.

"Just in time. Could you open this for me? It's more your thing than mine.. Please? Before I drop it or something.."

Tess strides towards you and grabs both objects from your hands. She inserts the opener into the cork and twists until the similar pop from earlier indicates she'd removed it, the wine's aroma filling the area between you two.

Her strength was so attractive, the way she could make the simplest things such as opening a wine bottle look hot. The veins in her hands protruded when her grip strained, making you wonder what her hands would look like doing different things.

Tess lifts the cork to her nose, smelling the wine more intensely now, looking angelic as she breaths it in. Then, she lifts it to your nose, the gesture so familiar to you, but yet you've never seen Tess in a moment like this before.

The scent of the liquor paired with how Tess looks in the sunlight peering through the window is intoxicating in itself, as she places the bottle on the counter. Glancing outside, the golden light began to fade fast, darkness approaching quicker than you'd like it to.

With a smile, you walk over to the countertop and pour yourself another glass of wine.

"Thanks... you'll have to teach me that sometime." You couldn't tell if the flush on your cheeks was from the wine, or the gesture Tess just did for you.

"Yeah, but then what would you need me for?" Tess cocks her head to the side, a slight smirk on her face again. That damn smirk.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed.

As if I could ever go without you, Theresa.

"Oh, please. I'll always need you, Tess."

"Right.. So, Frank said we could stay the night, since it's more dangerous to travel when it isn't daytime. Our visit was longer than expected.." Tess's eyes move from you to outside, where Bill and Joel were still sat, discussing in what looked like a more civilized way than earlier.

"They have enough room for us?" You asked, sipping at the red wine.

"Yeah, they've got two extra bedrooms. So, I figure you and I could share one and give Joel the other room for himself. Plus they said we could use their shower," Tess shuffled closer to you and lowered her voice, "I hear they have hot water.."

Your eyes widened at the thought of a hot shower, something you hadn't realized was accessible anymore. Though, before speaking, you cleared your throat to minimize any indication of nervousness in the fact that you and Tess would be sharing a bed tonight.

"You sure you wouldn't rather room with Joel? I.. move around a lot in my sleep."

A confused look displays itself across Tess's face.

"I mean- I wouldn't want you to wake up with me on top of you or.. anything.." A nervous chuckle erupts from your chest as you laugh your awkwardness off.

"I think that second bottle of wine is what I should be worried about, not your restlessness." She smirks again, "But have fun with that. I'm gonna go wash up. Talk later?"

You only nodded, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of your best friend any more.

As Tess left the room, the strain of your journey finally set in. Soles of your feet began to twinge with pain, carrying you to the next room with the wine bottle and glass in hand.

You saunter into the living room, the amount of wine you've consumed making your cheeks, not to mention your whole body, flush with heat. The weight of your figure flopped down in a corner of the room as you placed the wine bottle down.

You gulped at the rest of the liquid in your glass, putting it on the side table. Gazing around the room at all the vintage items in perfect condition, your eyes meet the tall shelf of classic literature once again.

Pulling yourself from the chair, you pick up the bottle of wine by its neck, instead of pouring yourself another glass.

They're not gonna miss one little bottle... they've got a whole vineyard to themselves.

It's then you hear the front door open finally, Bill and Joel coming in, their discussion a little lighter than the one they were having earlier. You hear a chuckle fall from Joel in his Texan accent and your eyebrows raise.

Wow, they're finally getting along. Maybe we will have new business partners after all..

You stumble over to the bookshelf, about three glasses of wine making your bodily strength diminish with every sip you took. You were in a more tipsy state than usual; not having drank alcohol for years had more of an effect on you than it usually would.

The higher bookshelves are littered with dust, not having been touched since who knows when; you're just tall enough to drag your fingers across the top shelf on your tippy toes, the one below it littered with the many classic stories.

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, Little Women by Louisa May Alcott, Lady Chatterley's Lover by D.H. Lawrence, Emma by Jane Austen.

You read the titles off in your head, fingers trickling over the necks of each hardcover novel, stopping at Little Women and pulling it from the bookshelf. You also grabbed Pride and Prejudice, planning to ask Frank or Bill in the morning to borrow them till your next visit.

Slumping over in the chair again, you open Little Women, pages crinkling as the smell of the vintage book hits your face. It almost makes you sneeze, but you stifle it and begin reading.

You're mumbling to yourself in the little cozy corner of Frank and Bill's house, perched in a red armchair, and it's the most domestic you've ever seen yourself be in a long time. Granted, you were becoming more intoxicated with each gulp of the bitter alcohol you ingested. It floods your insides with warmth, your train of thought sidetracking from the story in your hand to the thought of the gorgeous woman that was Tess Servopolous.

She felt like home, the sweet smile she revealed to you your favorite thing about her. Her hardened exterior cracked and withered away bit by bit with every day you lay in her apartment healing from your injuries.

You're pulled out of the daydream when footsteps descend down the stairway, until the figure turns the corner. Frank's face comes into the warm lamp light, silently walking into the room and fiddling around with a few things before making his way over nearby where you sat.

Over the edges of the book, you watch him grab a few logs of firewood, placing one in the brick fire pit, before lowering your eyes back to the book. A few more minutes pass of his fidgeting before you realize the fireplace has come alive with flames of light.

Waves of heat flood the room, completely bringing your attention away from the book in your hands.

"No way..." Your voice draws Frank's eyes to you.

"Way. You know, my favorite thing to do in the fall is make fires.. Bonfires, campfires, any kind of natural warmth feels so home-like and safe. Don't you think so?"

"Yeah.. my childhood home had such a nice fireplace like this. It's really nice to see and feel again after so long." The two of you share a smile and look at the fire. Flames crackle and burn high, popping at times, the same way it used to before. Silence is adamant throughout the room, clutching the novel in your arms as the flames continue to burn.

"So.. you gonna tell me what's got you slumped over in a corner reading classic literature? I can't imagine it's that riveting.." Frank's tone tells you that he's joking, but you can't help from being at least a little offended in your drunken state.

"Classic literature is actually my favorite genre of novel, for your information. And you wouldn't get it…" The irony of your words slaps you in the face the minute they manifest themselves because.. Frank does know what it's like to feel the way you do. He’s just still in the dark about it.

"Hey, hey. You can tell me what's going on. I may or... may not have any experience on what you're going through."

Then the realization sets in that he's probably felt the way you do his whole life.

It's at that moment you decide to trust him. You close the book over, and look Frank in the eye.

"Okay, but this stays between us. Promise?"

"Of course."

A sigh leaves your chest and you begin to tell him how you feel about a certain one of your smuggling partners.

"Tess saved me... however many years ago it was... I can't remember how long it's been now. I've just always been around her since then. She's done things for me and- and I've done things for her... But I never knew why I always wanted to be around her.. until one night when I had a really, really rough day and she comforted me. I never wanted to leave her arms, and that's when I realized.. I liked her. She's my best friend, Frank.. What would I do if she doesn't feel the same? I don't think I could live with myself if I ruin our friendship because of some stupid fucking crush."

You finished speaking, letting out another sigh like you'd just thrown up all the thoughts reverberating in your head the second you made it out of the QZ walls.

Frank's silent until he speaks, analyzing and connecting dots in his head about this afternoon and the way you'd been acting.

"All that... doesn't sound just like a little crush to me, hon. You love her.. and you want what's best for her. Protecting yourself from the hypothetical hurt of her not feeling the same is valid.. but you're not gonna know how she feels about you if you don't tell her. Take the night, and think on it. Or... go ahead and keep on reading your classic literature while the love of your life goes to sleep upstairs. I'm just saying, if you don't try, then what's the point?"

The next time you look Frank in the eyes, they're filled with kindness, and you can tell he sees you for who you really are. There's no hiding your true self around him, he reads you the same way he read Bill the day he fell in that hole in the ground.

"You know what, you're right. I'm gonna take the night to think about it, thanks, Frank. I don't know what I'd do if I was alone in this."

Frank places his hand over yours in a compassionate and friendly way. He understood where you'd been coming from, especially with the way you both were.

The rest of your night is spent cuddling up under a blanket Frank had placed over your legs before he headed up to bed for the night. The wine drunk put you in an exhausted state, eyelids as heavy as weights until you ended up falling asleep curled up in the chair, fire dwindling away to nothing but embers.

A nudge to your arm slightly pulls you from your slumber, wine bottle abandoned on the floor from earlier. The next thing you feel is a strong grip lifting your body from the chair. With a groan, your arms flail weightlessly to the side, as you're picked up bridal style, the creaking under the wood indicating you were being carried up the stairs.

It's probably Joel who's lifted you like this with no effort at all, no chance it was Frank or Bill. Tess was already asleep too, and once she rested her head, there was no waking her. She slept like a rock.

You figure you're finally up the stairs as the steps steady, pushing the door open silently to the dark bedroom. Finally, you're placed down onto the soft bed, boots being tugged from your feet and placed on the floor. Rolling over a bit, you groan at the comfortable state of the bed.

Already comforted by the blankets, the heat of your body diminishes in the cool, dark room, as you doze off to sleep for the night.

As morning peeks through the shades of the cool bedroom, a pounding headache rammed behind your skull as your eyes inch open. Fluttering profusely, your pupils adjust to the rays of sunlight slowly, head still spinning.

Groaning at the pain, your eyes shift from the window to the side table, where there'd been a glass of water and two pills of Tylenol placed next to a small piece of paper. You sit upright in the bed, truly unable to recall the events of the previous night. The only thing you remembered vaguely was that second bottle of wine, one you regretted even picking up.

You reached for the note, headache only pounding harder as you attempted to read it.

For your head, since you really thought that second bottle of wine was a good idea. We've got breakfast made when you feel well enough. - Frank

It's at that moment you realize your mouth is bone dry, concluding on the fact that you hadn't drank one drop of water last night. As if a desperate plea for the quenching of your thirst, you drop the note in your lap abruptly, gravitating towards the very full glass of water sitting just a foot away.

The liquid slides down your throat as you desperately gulp it down, only stopping for a moment to pop both Tylenol into your mouth. After finishing the glass of water, you look down at the note again.

Signed Frank, but I've seen this handwriting before. Somewhere.. My hungover brain cannot remember right now for the life of me.

A yawn breaks through your chest, your hand instinctively going up to cover your mouth. When the smell of your breath hit your nose, it became apparent to you that you should probably take advantage of the hot and running water in the home.

Quickly, you threw the covers to the side, glancing down at your legs, body covered in the same clothes as yesterday. You didn't even dare attempt to sniff those articles of clothing, knowing how sweat stained they had become on the hike yesterday.

Yeah, you really needed to shower.

Standing from the bed now, you reach over to grab your bag, when you realize you've left it downstairs. Only when you look around the room is when you see a plain grey t-shirt sitting on the arm of a chair.

Tess's shirt, no doubt.

You pick it up and hold it in your hands, the scent of her sure enough surrounding your head.

As tempting as it would be to head back to sleep, you walk over to the bedroom door, opening it to the hallway. It seemed there was nobody remaining upstairs, evident due to the light conversation coming from downstairs. Your socked feet patter across the hall, peeping around a corner before b-lining straight for the bathroom.

Placing the clothing on the countertop, you reach into the shower and start the running water. As it slowly heats the small room, you stride over to a closet, pulling it open to find an abundance of everything you could've ever needed to bathe in the world before. Shampoos, conditioners, body wash, shaving cream and razors.

Wow, these guys really know how to keep inventory. They won't mind if I make use of some of this stuff, I definitely need it more than they do right now.

Steam fills the bathroom as you pull each article of sweat-stained clothing from your body, landing all together in a pile. As you pull the curtain back and step in, the warm water washes over your work-weathered body, goosebumps rising at the comfortably warm liquid.

It was euphoric, the temperature of clean, filtered water paired with the privacy of the shower.

You can only stand still as the dirt and other liquids patter to the tub floor, bringing you lighter in mood and vibrance as well.

As you scrub your scalp with the shampoo, the events of last night finally return to you.

Reading Little Women, admitting how you felt about Tess to Frank- the decision you told him you'd take the night on and think about.

You caught your head in your hands as embarrassment for yourself washed over you, much like the warm water of the shower.

"Ughh, I can't believe I told Frank that stuff.." Although you didn't regret it, not completely. The chat you had actually made you feel better, getting it off your chest after so long of holding it in.

You just wished it would be that easy to tell the person of your affection.

The spray of water from the shower ceased as you turned it off, stepping out onto the bath mat and wrapping a towel around you.

Regrettably, you had no other clothes to change into, so you pull on everything you'd worn the day before, except for your shirt. You put on the grey one for now.

Yep, it definitely smelled like Tess.

Pulling your cargo pants on, you stride out of the steam-filled bathroom, and your feet lead you into Bill and Frank's room.

Though you feel it's trespassing on an already stepped-over line, you head towards their closet, quickly opening the door and taking in the massive amount of flannel shirts hanging there.

Frank had impeccable taste in clothes, deciding to yank one or two of the darkly colored button ups from their hangers. You took a pair of socks as well, since yours had holes in them from their constant use.

You thought about not telling Frank about your thievery, but it's going to become imminent when you walk down the stairs with his shirts in your arms. So you shove them in your bag once you find it resting next to the bed.

Heading back into the guest bedroom, you pull the fresh pair of socks onto your feet, beginning to reach for your black boots sitting on the floor. Reaching down for one, you hear a knock at the door before you can grab it.

Quickly, you stride over to the door, expecting to see Frank or Bill on the other side with a message from your partners about hurrying to leave or something along those lines.

To your surprise, the face on the other side of the door is Tess.

Shit, Tess. The person you promised Frank you'd confess to last night over a drunken conversation.

She looks well rested, wearing a different shirt than the one from yesterday. It's a dark green, that compliments her eye color and the wisps of her caramel hair framing her face. Her hair is in that half up-half down bun, the rest of it resting behind her shoulders.

She looks fucking perfect, and you look like a wet dog, hair still damp from your shower.

"Hey, morning. How'd you sleep? I uh-" Tess is pulling at her collar awkwardly, standing in the same fashion as your eyes finally trail down to what she'd holding in her hands.

She had a plate in her grip, covered in freshly made, very appetizing breakfast foods. Some so freshly made, there was still steam coming off of it.

You're thankful in this moment to have taken those Tylenol earlier, or else the smell of any food whatsoever would've sent you hurling over the toilet like a hungover sorority girl.

"Oh my god, Tess. What is all this?" Your eyes widened in surprise, the smell catching your attention even before you had seen the plate of food in her hands.

"Well, you need a big breakfast for the journey back to Boston today, and I figured you could use it after last night.." A chuckle breaks through her chest, head dipping downwards before looking at your freshened state.

"Come- come in." You move aside for Tess to enter the bedroom, assuming you'd slept alone in here for the night. As she places the tray down on the bed, you sit down, Tess standing a few feet away.

"Tess, did you make this? What the hell- This looks amazing.. Eggs, sausage, hash browns? These are all my favorites.. Seriously, thank you. Wh-what can I do to make it up to you?"

"Well, first of all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day. And second of all, don't thank me, thank Bill and Frank, it's their food I cooked. Consider it a hangover cure. Once I get so drunk that I fall asleep in an armchair with a classic book in my lap, then you can pay me back. It better be a damn good breakfast." She chuckles again, in that low voice that keeps you up at night when you think about it.

The way it says your name, her low tone when she curses under her breath, the way she sounds in the early mornings when the sun still hasn't risen and she's drowsy enough to not make any sense in her muttering.

Tess went through all the trouble of making everything she knew you favored, the mere thought of her thinking about you as she cooked it all only made your enamor for her grow stronger, a fire of love burning behind your chest for the woman in front of you.

It's then she takes a seat on the bed with you, watching as you poke into the eggs and begin devouring the food on your plate. She wasn't leaving, by the looks of it.

In the middle of chewing your food, you speak again.

"Did Frank tell you I passed out down there?"

Her grin becomes larger now as her eyes move from the plate of food to your face as you consume your breakfast.

I wonder what else he told her. Hopefully nothing I haven't yet...

"No, I'm the one that found you, silly. Carried you up the stairs and put you to bed myself."

You continue chewing as your eyes widen, another realization from last night coming back to mind.

It wasn't Joel carrying you, it was Tess.

"You carried me up the stairs? Wow, I'm gonna have to start lifting weights if I have to do the same for you."

While you speak, you're enjoying every morsel of this delicious food Tess has made you, and you're grateful for her in so many more ways than you could express presently.

"You better," Tess says with a scoff. A couple more minutes pass by as you're finishing up the food on your plate. You notice that she's still sitting in the room with you, taking your silence as a sign of comfortability around her.

"So, what's up, Tess?" You say, shoving another fork full of hash browns into your mouth.

"Well, I came to check on you, since last night Frank told me you were drinking a whole 'nother bottle of wine by yourself.. and reading classic literature? For fun?" She laughs.. "I figured you might be hungover this morning and wanted to bring you something to fill your stomach. I can't have you fainting on me when we hike back to the QZ, now can I? Gotta keep your strength up, hun."

The name melts your heart a little and you smile. It was such a simple thing, one that indicated she cared about your wellbeing and didn't want to see you unwell.

"Yeah, always gotta be nourished and shit. Just human things, I guess. Though, a meal like this never gets old." You said with a smile.

It became more difficult to hold back the thoughts of holding and kissing the woman before you, her green button down shirt just aching to be pulled in order to kiss her. Those perfect hazel eyes of hers that resembled gems when they hit the sun just right, getting effortlessly lost in them every time they locked with yours. Her hands that completed her daily tasks so beautifully, with such care and concern in everything she did making you think she'd hold you the same way, love you the same beautiful way she did everything in her life with.

"I'm guessing you're feeling alright, then? Tylenol helped?" It was cute that Tess was still worrying about how you were feeling from the night before. Putting the fork down finally, you looked up at her.

"Yeah I- Wait, how'd you know I took Tylenol?" You hadn't mentioned anything to her about taking medicine.. so how did she know?

"Well I uh- I just.." She scoffed lightly before continuing, "I asked Frank to leave some by your bedside earlier and I was really worried about you, since yesterday. You don't drink like that unless something's bothering you."

Her eyes focused on you, hair lightly spilling over her shoulder, and she's in the moment with you now more than she had ever been. It's almost like she's reading you when you glance up again, pulling at the collar of your shirt.

"I know, Tess. It's just-" you sigh, thumbs fiddling with each other, palms beginning to prick ever so lightly with sweat.

"You can tell me anything, you know that right?" Her voice was sweet and soft, lowering a bit to hopefully ease your worries. One of her hands grabs yours, and the sensation is enough to make the breath in your lungs hitch.

If there was any perfect moment to confess, this was it.

"Tess, there's something I need to tell you." A slight quiver of your voice tells her that this thing that had been bothering you clearly meant a lot. You keeping things from her wasn't a common occurrence, which only happens when something was beyond frustrating for you to talk about.

"Okay, what is it?"

You're infuriatingly beautiful and I want to kiss you right now.

"It's the fact that I'm over here pining like an idiot for you and you can't even see it.." You mutter, not wanting to look Tess's way for fear of judgment or rejection. She notices, and in that very moment she longs to see the fire in your eyes burn its brightest. "It's the fact that- that I love you, and you probably love someone else.."

"Someone else?" Tess scoffed, "And who do you think that is, huh?"

"I don't know.. Joel, maybe.." Head still hung, your hands shake slightly, chest filled to the brim with uneasiness and anxiety.

Was it just you, or did the temperature in here get hotter?

"Y/n, look at me." You hesitate for a moment, then slowly your eyes move from their locked position on your hands.

Tess's hands are fidgeting in her lap too, you notice.

The second you lift your head, the glossy state of your eyes catches her attention, and her face eases once you're looking directly at her. Tess's bottom lip catches between her teeth for a moment, and she glances down swiftly, then back up at you.

"Joel and I are nothing but friends, you understand? I don't want him, never have." The words hit your ears and it's as if a weight lights off your shoulders.

It's the most clarifying moment that makes you giddy to spill everything onto her lap.

"Tess.." you breathe, closing your eyes for a moment and making a decision, "Please don't shoot me for this..."

You begin to lean in towards her, eyelids hooded as you glance down to her lips, watching intently as she does the same. It feels like an eternity before you're close enough to pick up on her natural scent, consuming your brain and going fuzzy upon the close proximity.

A warm tingling fills your hands as they brush over Tess's thighs and hover just over the dark denim covering them.

Once, twice, three times you glanced down at her lips, pausing to drag your eyes across her flawless face.

"Are you gonna kiss me, or what?" Her snarky tone pulls your eyes back to gaze into her hazel ones, almost getting lost in them before getting the courage to do something you couldn't come back from.

"Shut up," You say, before your hands grab onto her collar, and pull her lips to yours. Her kiss takes your breath away, crawling into her lap, collar of Tess's shirt still in your grip. Sparks flicker in your chest, and they're coming off of Tess's as well, deepening the kiss with another push of your lips against hers.

The weight of you in her lap pulls a groan from the woman opposite you, separating your lips from hers. You almost couldn't pull away, but the thought of hurting her made your worry jump a mile high.

"Shit.. Are-are you okay?" Tess gives you another peck on your lips, before trailing her eyes down your face and neck. The smirk on her face makes the heat from your cheeks travel down your torso.

"Oh, I'm better than ever... you wanna know why?"

Nodding your head fervently, her hands trail up your shirt to your collar, watching as her pupils dilate around the hazel in her eyes. The grasp on your shirt is tight, even tighter when she beckons you impossibly closer to her. The next moment, she's pulling your lips to hers in another passionate kiss. Your lips are pressed together for so long, it feels like you're out of breath by the time she pulls away.

"It's because I love you." The three words fall from her lips like a siren beckoning you with its song. Her voice has never sounded more perfect, and when she says those words to you, it's an indescribable amount of joy that fills your chest.

Her panting is an indication of not being able to breathe, but she doesn't fucking care if she got to kiss you like that.

"You love me, too?" Out of curiosity, you ask again, just to make sure it registers in your brain. Disbelief makes your heart jump, even though you've just kissed her, and you never wanted to stop.

Even though she told you she felt the same way, it was still a dream.

"Of fucking course I do. Ever since I took care of you, those few months you were living in my apartment. How could I not?" One of her hands trails up your face, brushing some stray hairs obstructing her view, so she could look at you fully.

The woman you've pined after for years has loved you all the same, and the realization feels a lot like you've wasted so much time behind a closed door. Sleepless nights went by with you writing about her in your journal, detailing all the ways you would love her if she only loved you back.

Tess adored you, she just hadn't let herself show it or feel any other way than a friend, and she'd been terrified to lose you if she fucked any of that up. The years and years of pining built to this very moment, tension in the room thick as you gazed at her lovingly.

"Tess.. kiss me again..."

It was a desperate plea for that fucking woman to press your lips to hers so you could taste her even stronger than you thought you could handle.

"I don't think I'll be able to stop if I do." Her low voice made your legs tremble, a new kind of desire growing due to her.

"Then don't." Your lips clashed together with hers, tongues exploring each other's mouths in a feverish attempt to taste even more of you than she already had.

The truth was, she had all of you for a long time, and now she couldn't imagine needing anything more.

A soft moan is pulled from your chest as Tess's teeth nip at your bottom lip. The both of you seem breathless as you pull away again, but every time you glance down at her swollen lips is when you want to just press them to yours over and over again.

"God, you're so beautiful, it's hard to look directly at you sometimes." Her words catch you off guard, feeling your eager hands travel up her neck, one resting on her shoulder while the other sneaks your fingers between her soft strands of hair. Twirling a lock of it, the blush on your face makes her smirk.

"Stop it, I mean just look at yourself. You're so hot and intimidating and perfect and-"

"You saying you're not those things?" Her brows furrow in distaste, because how dare you suggest otherwise.

"I'm saying you are. Pretty girl." A giggle erupts from your chest, raking your fingers through her hair with appreciation.

"If you don't say you're all of those things right this second, love, I'm just gonna have to prove it to you. And you know I will."

Your eyebrows raise, wanting to pull a little sneaky trick on her.

"Say that I'm what?" The smirk on your face makes Tess blush a little, chuckling to herself because she knows exactly what you're doing.

"Say that you're..." One of her hands goes to the top button of your shirt and unbuttons it as she places a quick peck on your cheek, "Perfect, intimidating, hot, everything I want.. God, fuck. Look at what you do to me.."

Her nimble fingers trail down your shirt, undoing each button carefully, letting the shirt fall open to your sides. Hands rest on the skin of your sides, just under the shirt you're wearing. Her shirt you're wearing.

"Tess.." You sigh breathlessly, still trying to gain back whatever air was pulled out of your lungs just a moment earlier.

"Hmm? Tell me what you want, baby." She tilts her head ever so slightly, the smirk on her face only enlarging when she sees the desire in your lust-blown eyes. Her pet name all but pulls a squeal from your chest, scrunching your nose upon hearing her low words.

"I want you, Tess. God, I want all of you.. But we can't-" Your hands run up and down her sides, shaking ever so slightly at her intimidating smirk.

"We can do anything we want, sweetheart. I've got you, now. No one's gonna take you away from me, ever. And no one's taking me from you. Got it?"

It's so warm, so Tess, such a loving and nurturing side of her that spills those words into your chest like a goddamn golden light, and it brings tears to your eyes. Sniffling, you try to blink them away every second they threaten to fall from your eyes.

The close proximity of her immediately pulls you into a safe hug, tears dropping on the cloth of her shirt, dampening the fabric bit by bit. Her hand rubs up and down your back, comfort surrounding you in the moment like nothing else in the world.

"So-sorry, Tess, I didn't mean to get your shirt all wet," You say, pulling back from her embrace, "I'm just.. so fucking happy because I love you and- and you're finally mine."

The words come out like the easiest thing in the world, like you could tell her your deepest darkest secrets and she'd still love you completely as you are.

"Aw, you look so pretty when you're in love. 'Bout the most perfect thing in the whole world to me, pretty girl."

"Well, yeah. It's all your fault that I'm crying like a sap, dummy." You playfully punch her shoulder and wipe your face, tears finally ceasing their descent from your eyes.

"You love me that much, huh?" This time, Tess's smile is sweet, intimate and all but this time your eyes lock with hers in a deep gaze.

"Love you even more than that, Tess." A giggle erupts from your chest as her lips press ever so lightly to your neck, ghosting feather light kisses across your skin. Before she pulls back, she attaches her lips to your skin and sucks obsessively, in the same spot. A particularly sensitive spot she gets to pulls a whimper from your chest, the sound making her pull away from kissing you, eyebrows raised with curiosity.

"What was that, baby?" You whimper again, embarrassment washing over you while your cheeks are being painted with a blush.

"Need you, Tess. Need you so bad.." The last word comes out rather quickly, hips rolling against hers ever so slightly.

"I'm right here, honey. Tell me what you need from me, and I'll give it to you." Her words come out like a plead, work-worn hands and fingers trailing over the waistband of your pants. "Come on, we don't have much time. Joel wants to get on the road soon.."

Oh God. Joel. Bill. Frank.

Your thoughts freeze and think to the three other men in the house, or probably somewhere nearby, if not lingering just a few feet away down the stairs.

"Shit, should we-"

"Yes, my love, we should. After all this time, we should."

"But the door-"

The bedroom door; it was swung almost completely open.

"Guess you better be quiet then." She mutters, voice low with lust and the need for you to fall apart for her just once before their travels.

"Tess-" You whimper breathlessly, and before you can speak another word, her lips attach to yours again. Her hair smells like lavender, and her lips taste like strawberries.

"Do you trust me?" She asks, wanting to know you're okay with her going further.

"You know I do. I trust you with my life." You reply, almost immediately. Her soft eyes gaze into yours and she nods.

It's the most perfect vision of Tess you've had your entire life, and nothing in this world could tear you away from that.

Once you feel her hands unbuckling your pants successfully, one of her hands slips down under the fabric, bypassing your underwear right down to where she knows you need her.

Her middle and ring finger slide through the arousal between your legs, and the second she feels you throbbing against her, is when her kisses trail from your mouth to your neck.

"Tess, fuck-" You whimper out, as her fingertips swirl around the most sensitive part of you.

"Needy girl, aren't you? So gorgeous..." The smirk on her face turns devious when her eyes meet yours again, catching how your face contorts with pleasure under her doing.

Another mewl leaves your chest, nodding fervently once again.

"Shit, all wet for me? You really know how to make a woman happy.." The slight laughter from her chest makes you clench around nothing. Nothing, until her fingers pursue lower than your sensitive bundle of nerves. Deep breaths of air make your chest heave, and Tess is only relishing in the way you're falling apart completely for her.

Before you feel her fingers prodding at your entrance, your hand grabs her forearm and she halts her movements.

"What about you?" Your eyes seem to beg for her without saying another word more, and she hesitates for a moment, until she speaks.

"You don't have to, love. You feeling good makes me feel good and-"

She pauses her words, because your doe eyes make whatever was left of her resolve break, the instant she looks into them.

"Alright, baby. Go ahead, touch me.. I need you, too." A smile breaks out onto your face, hands gravitating towards her belt, undoing it as fast as she can complete her sentence to satisfy you.

One of your hands slips down between her legs, watching as her eyes close in bliss at the first light drag of your fingers down her heat.

"Fuck.." Her head gets thrown back while her eyes shut at the amount of pleasure and love you have for her in that very moment. Tess curses under her breath as you begin slow circles on her most sensitive part of her body, goosebumps trailing all over her skin.

"Now who's the needy one?" She glances back up to your eyes, and just like that, her intimidating demeanor returns.

You almost yelp aloud when she pushes a finger inside of you, but her lips press against yours before you could do so. The fervent exchange of moans between each swirl of your fingers, and each thrust of Tess's fingers inside of you makes the moment feel infinite.

Everything you've ever wanted, you finally had.

She was yours to touch, to hold, to please. Tess gave you all of her, completely and irrevocably.

"Tess.. fuck, I love you.. I- never wanna be with anyone else but you.." Your tone of voice is pitched higher, submerged in the pleasure she brought. She could tell you were inching closer to release with every swirl of her fingers.

"I love you, baby. With everything inside of me. It's you. Only you.. Now be a good girl and come with me."

"Are you gonna-"

"Yeah, I am. Fuck- keep going, just like that. Cmon, baby." The hand that wasn't inside your pants snuck up to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling in silent demand.

Sighing dreamily, Tess pulled her fingers out of you and rubbed incessantly at your precious bundle of nerves, triggering your hips to rock against hers.

"Tess.." You moan out loud, almost too loud for the people downstairs to hear, but at the same time, you don't care. Not when Tess is giving you the most pleasure you think you've ever experienced in your life.

"I love it when you moan my name.. Say it again." Her fingers swirl to no end, feeling a jolt of pleasure wash through you as your high began to rush towards you.

"Tess, fuck. Oh my god Tess- baby I'm gonna come.." Your sounds are uncontrollable now as your release is beckoning you further.

"Yeah, hun? Gonna come for me?" Your hand speeds up your movements on her sensitive bud of nerves, another low moan leaving her chest, dripping with desire.

"Oh, baby, I'm-I'm.."

"Me too baby, yeah..." Tess calls out, her movements on your clit pushing you over the edge, her high washing over her intensely.

A few more filthy moans leave your chest, release crashing over you like a wave, running throughout your body with relief, your partner helping you ride it out before you finally look back up at her.

Sweat adorns her skin, chest heaving as she pulls her fingers from your pants. You do the same, only watching as she licks her fingers seductively. Another wave of pleasure threatens to overtake you, just by watching her do that.

"Holy shit... that was amazing. I knew your hands were good for more than just holding a gun and punching people." Your head tilts back the slightest bit as you try to catch your breath after the immense pleasure washed over you only moments ago.

"For our first time, that's nothing compared to what I've been thinking about doing to you for months now.." The smirk on her face threatens the rise of arousal again, though you're too exhausted now to even think about doing that, with what a long journey you've got ahead of you.

"You-" Tess raises an eyebrow at your speechlessness, "are the most beautiful woman in the whole world, and you chose to love me. Isn't that something."

Your words make her blush again, leaving a few small pecks on your cheeks, before pressing one to your lips again. Then, Tess's hands reach to your pants once more, doing the zipper up and buttoning them so she could do the same to hers.

"Well, I don't think we choose who we love. But if it was.. it's because you're the most perfect person in the world. Isn't that something.."

You look to Tess with a soft smile, one that makes both of you appreciate the domesticity of your conversation at hand.

"Yeah, it is," You say, taking her hands in yours and interlocking your fingers together, "So, what does all this make us?"

You catch Tess staring into your eyes again, and it takes a second for her to respond.

"Well, I'm already in love with you, so whatever you want, I want it too. I'm all in, for you. That sound good?"

God, you've waited forever to hear those words.

Attaching your lips with hers, it's a slow, soft kiss, almost stopping time with how you craved more every second that went by. As you pull away, Tess looks radiant in the sunlight that's pouring through the window even more now.

Her words turn you speechless, already knowing you called her 'mine' but hearing it from the velvet voice of your lover made your heart swell ten times bigger.

"It sounds wonderful, Tess." You lean in for another kiss, soft and sweet, until you pull back again, "You'll have to teach me how to open wine bottles, though."

"Nah, I think I'd rather just keep doing it for you." Your lips locked in another kiss, one you wished would last forever.

"Oh, one more thing," Tess goes digging in her back pocket, pulling out a blue tube, "Deodorant. You stink like sex."

"And whose fault is that?" You quip, grabbing the tube from her and rubbing it under your armpits.

Tess shrugged, almost pulling you in for another kiss, until the sound of a male voice from downstairs snapped both of you out of the daydream.

"Shit, Joel. He's gonna be mad that I took so long up here.. that-that we took so long-" You begin to speak, pulling yourself from the bed, reaching down to slip your boots on.

"Joel Miller is not gonna say anything when he sees that hickey." Tess mumbles, standing from the bed as well, adjusting her shirt from where you'd grasped it before.

"What mark? Oh, Tess.. you didn't.." You rush over to the mirror hanging on the wall, and pull your collar to the side abruptly to see the darkening purple bruise on your neck. You scoff, only buttoning up your shirt with haste to get out the door.

"I did. Couldn't help myself, you know. You're all mine now, had to make sure everyone in Boston knows you're spoken for."

She walks up behind you, placing her hands on your hips as you continue buttoning the flannel up. You scoff, flipping your head around to kiss her on the lips again.

"Yeah, well did you have to make it so dark?" You questioned, knowing she could've gone lighter but didn't.

"You already know the answer to that. Now c'mon, let's not keep the man waiting." Tess pulls you by your hand to the door, looking back once more as you exit the room and walk down the stairs with her hand in yours.

Just as you thought he'd be, Joel was pacing downstairs with his pack already on his back.

"There y'all are.. was starting to get worried about- Oh." The tall, Texan man clears his throat when his eyes spot the mark on your neck, eyes immediately avoiding yours.

"Yeah.. I'll grab our packs and meet you outside. Cool?" Tess says, before sharing a look with Joel, not saying anything more as he turns to walk out to the front yard. Her hand slips from yours every so slightly, and you already miss the warmth and love in her contact the second it drops from you.

"Hey, wait- where's Frank?" You call out to Joel, but he's already to the gate of their yard before he can hear you.

"In here!" Frank's voice comes from the living room, and you saunter over to him.

"Hey, morning. Listen, I wanted to thank you for everything. What you said to me last night, and just your hospitality and all you're gonna help us with when we start working together. I mean it- I'm really grateful."

Frank looks up from the vinyl he's sifting through, and meets your eyes with a compassionate smile.

"I take it this morning went... well?" He gestures to the mark on your neck, one of your hands going up to sheepishly cover it, a bit embarrassed that you let her go that far.

"Oh, um. Yeah, very well. I did that thing we talked about." As soon as the words hit his ears, he's grinning from ear to ear and throws his arms around you with a tight embrace, one that caught you off guard, but you hugged back, nonetheless. The smile is still beaming on his face as he pulls away.

"I knew it would go well. You two.." He shakes his head, hands on his hips, "Sparks were basically flying over lunch yesterday, every time one of you looked at each other.. Wait- Is that my shirt? Nevermind, keep it. Looks better on you anyway."

Frank laughs at the realization that you didn't have fresh clothes after showering, so he understood.

"Seriously, thank you. For everything, again."

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm such a matchmaker. Now go, run to your lover, and never let her go, okay? She's one special woman."

"Yeah, that she is.." Your gaze shifts from Frank to Tess appearing in the doorway with your pack in her hand.

"Oh, one more thing." Frank hands you the books you'd taken down from their shelves last night, Little Women and Pride and Prejudice. "Don't worry, Bill said it's alright. He doesn't read classics, anyways. You'll come back, and we'll trade."

That's the last thing Frank says before Tess beckons you back to her.

"You ready to go? Joel's gonna lose his marbles if we make him wait any longer, so.." Tess asks you, standing a few feet away, but it felt like miles before you could get back to her.

"Oh, God forbid a man wait on two fine ladies, such as yourselves." Frank says, turning Tess's way as you walk towards her, grabbing your pack from her hand and putting the two books into it, before slinging it onto your back.

"You make a good point, but he's gonna be grouchy the whole hike. He'll be done with our lovesick asses once we get back to the QZ." You say with a giggle, pressing a quick kiss to Tess's lips.

"Well, it's been lovely having you here, I'm not sure where Bill's run off to, but I'm sure he says goodbye as well. I'll walk you to the gate, since there's an idea I have as to how we can communicate back and forth on the radio.. I'll tell you on the way."

Frank follows you both out the door, spotting Bill already at the gate, the same holster with his pistol sticking out from his otherwise plain outfit.

As Joel finally spots the three of you coming from the house, he darts right out of their front yard, b-lining for the gate.

"Guess he's got a new friend..." You mutter to Tess, Joel's steps bringing him towards the gate faster than you three were walking.

"Maybe he just doesn't wanna look at the huge hickey on your neck." She retorts, her reasoning better than anything else you came up with.

Chuckling, you nudge her side, hands falling beside each other's before locking your fingers together again.

Frank catches up, walking alongside Tess as he begins to explain his idea for communication back and forth.

"So, I had this idea that we should use codes for the radio, in case anyone's listening."

"That's a good idea. Like, with what?" Tess tilts her head over to the man in curiosity.

"I was thinking, like, the decades. Like- 80's, trouble, of course." Frank states, as if he's put immense thought into something as simple as this.

"Yeah..?"

"70's- for when we get new stuff to trade with.. and 60's for not having anything new. Sound good?"

"Yeah, Frank. That's actually really clever. I mean, I wouldn't have thought of that. Right, babe?" It's the first use of any pet name around people, and you can tell it puts Tess in a lighter mood just by hearing you say it.

"Right. Well, radio back to me when you guys are ready to start our business together." He reaches out to shake Tess's hand, "Otherwise, it has been lovely having you three here, and I'm so ecstatic to have you back whenever." Frank stood still, watching you all walk ahead.

The sound of Joel's boots on the pavement approaching you all force you to turn your heads towards the third partner in your group.

"What are y'all lookin' at? Let's head out, already. Whenever you lovebirds are done.."

Grumpy exterior, but an ally, all the same.

"What are we gonna do with him..."

"Yeah, he's not nearly as much fun as you." Nudging her shoulder again, your bottom lip catches between your teeth for a slight moment. Tess's hair is blowing in the wind slightly, and you can't help but smile at the beauty of the woman you called the love of your life.

You share a look between Tess's eyes and your own, before tugging her along as you walk ahead, attached by a soul tie at your hands, linked together for a lifetime.

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wintrcaptn · 8 months

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Joel Miller x Reader

A/N : idk what this is or why I wrote but yeah. Here it is. Lol it’s a little spicy.

I added both gifs so people can take it for HBO Joel or game Joel! Hope you enjoy!!

A part of me had never cared to wonder what the hell went through Joel’s mind. I always imagined it to be dark and gloomy and probably cussing someone or something out. He never let anyone in, no matter how long he’s known someone.

I had spent 2 years trying to get him to crack a smile. But nothing. He was so infuriating in the sense that I just couldn’t read him.

But right now…that’s all I cared about. I just needed to know what the hell was going through that mind of his. What was he thinking right this second?

He stood by the door way, holding my gaze with an intense glare. He seemed angry…I think. I mean, he always seemed angry. So I can’t really be sure what he’s feeling now…

“A-Are you gonna say something?” I asked, holding the blanket over me, with embarrassment fueling my body.

Joel and I had a weird relationship. We spoke few words: well I mostly did the talking. He just stared or grunted when he wasn’t yelling at me. But we had each others back. That’s all I could ask for.

Once Ellie came into our lives, it was less awkward now that I had someone to talk too. But Joel never seemed to let up. I could see he was growing a soft spot for Ellie, and in a way I was happy he could be himself with someone but also jealous.

I wasn’t sure why. I knew Joel and Tessa were a thing and it never bothered me before. So why was this bothering me now?

Both Joel and Ellie had left to get some supplies while I stayed back in the apartment we found refuge in for a couple nights.

I hadn’t been alone in forever…and I have needs…

Just thinking about what he walked into and seen…makes me wince all over again. I had never been so damn embarrassed than right now and I was dying to know what the hell he was thinking.

“Joel!” I groaned. Holding the blanket around my waist.

He slightly sucked the corners of his lips into his mouth, and he gazed at the blanket, then to my eyes. “What were you doing?” He finally asked, his voice low and harsh.

Was he annoyed? I couldn’t tell.

“N-Nothing…” I lied, hoping the embarrassment wasn’t so evident on my face, though I’m sure it was.

I felt like I could just die right there. The way he looked at me, it made my skin crawl. I hated not knowing what he was about to say. I hated this whole damn thing.

I just had to touch myself, huh?! I thought. Good job.

Joel crossed his arms over his chest, staring more intently than before. “Don’t lie to me.”

His voice had sounded colder, if that was even possible.

I didn’t know what to do except throw the blanket over my head now.

“Please just go away.” I groaned, trying to wiggle my panties back on. Why couldn’t he just leave the room like a normal person when walking in on someone?! Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?!

“Don’t make me ask you again.” He said more sternly this time.

This was new for us. He rarely talked to me and I don’t think he ever cared about whatever the hell I was doing before. It was like he enjoyed embarrassing me.

I pulled the blanket off my head once I finally got my panties on. My body felt like it was on fire from how hot I was. “Come on, Joel. Please. You already humiliated me enough.”

Joel furrowed his brows, but without a word, he closed the door behind him and pulled the chair from the desk to the center of the room, right in front of the bed.

“Why don’t you show me what you were doin’” he said, leaning on his knees, not once tearing his gaze from mine. “Go on. I ain’t got all day.”

Suddenly, I noticed something different in Joel’s eyes. They weren’t distant and brooding, they looked as if they were filled with burning desire and he kept them on me. It was almost suffocating with how hard he stared.

My heart felt as if it could jump out of my chest from pumping so fast. I was more nervous than anything at this point, but also…I found myself wishing he would join me.

I shook my head almost immediately. What the hell was I thinking?! It’s Joel!

I heard him groan, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What do you want from me? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” I asked, getting slightly annoyed.

He shrugged. “I don’t know—I’m kind of having fun with this.”

“Having fun with embarrassing me?!”

Joel leaned forward just slightly. “I’m enjoying makin you fluster.” He said. “Now get on it—show me what you were doing. I won’t ask again.”

His eyes slowly rolled down my body then back up to my eyes. He was different. But I couldn’t figure out what it was…

“W-What?” Was this really happening? Or was he trying to make a fool out of me again?

“You heard me.” His voice was low. “Show me.”

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fullofgutsndopamine · 4 days

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childhood friends tattoo complete bullshit under the cut

i wrote this on my breaks so it won’t be good, and i’ll be deleting it later but

charlie stood in front of you with red rimmed eyes, sniffling, using the back of his hands to wipe at his nose that was already red.

this isn’t necessarily an unfamiliar sight, but still jarring regardless.

“charlie-“

“Doctor said it’s broken,” he sniffles, “Danny is never gonna let me live this down.”

Daniel was charlie’s biggest gripe in life, the mop of red head and freckles that sits behind him and constantly pokes and prodes at wilbur until he’s in tears. charlie is never good enough for Daniel-too loud or too quiet that day, too obnoxious, breathing too loud-the amount of times you’ve had to turn in your seat and glare at Daniel is nearing in the twenties everyday.

“No bug catching, either”.

charlie sniffles, a loud and obnoxious one, like that’s the final mail in the coffin for him, his thirtieth reason why.

“Cmon.”

you pull him gently by his good hand, the floor creaks and groans and protests under the two of you as make your way to your room, set him on the bed as you go through drawers.

“I know how to make it better.”

it’s muffled, with your head in the drawer, but charlie still sounds miserable:

“is it amputation?”

Your eyes narrow, about to bicker with him about it but when you catch sight of his frizzy hair, his rubbed red nose-you stop yourself.

“Better.”

you gently pull charlie onto the floor next to you and he sits cross legged as you slowly unpack an old art case, filled with half dying markers and others long faded.

you him as you begin:

“This is a star, it’s good luck.”

silence before you start again: “and a butterfly-it’s for healing.”

charlie sniffles, knows it’s not true, is because it’s his favorite bug, can talk your ears off about them anyway.

some hearts in the middle for good measure, followed by what could look like a fucked up pine tree, jagged and a sharp mess.

“and this,” you say gently as you press hard onto the cast, “is for protection. it’s a lightning bug.”

“this will help?”

he’s still sniffling, sounds unsure as he eyes you carefully before you roll your eyes:

“i’d never lie to you, charlie.”

he seems satisfied with that, the kind that only children can have when they’re fed a lie.

“what’s that?”

he points at the vines and flowers that slither around the wrist of the cast, bloom into small flowers on their way up his thumb-

“flowers. they make everything better.”

finally, finally-a laugh out of him. the smile cracks against his lips and he seems satisfied with this answer.

“All done,” you proudly show him, “Daniel won’t be able to make fun of this-it’s way too cool and it’s all for protection.”

He sniffles.

“and,” you add, “if he does i’ll be there too, charlie. i’ll protect you.”

he laughs, a gentle slug to your shoulder:

“i’ll race you to our tree,” he says, “i bet i can find a cooler worm than you can.”

Years pass. the constant charlie was fades; goes from a nightly call to a weekly call to monthly to him fading into oblivion. charlie tried to hold on as long as he can, with white knuckles as he grips onto you, tries to hold onto the part of you he remembers, that chased you around a too small yard and was his favorite co bug catcher but to now luck.

charlie grows-all limbs and hard edges now, his hair is longer and his arms with long and detailed tattoos dance up and down them-found a career in it, the thing he least expected to do-

You find charlie where you’d least expect him; a buzzing grocery store as you chew on the stumps of your nails, contemplating prices and ingredients and food for the week-

charlie is much like a newborn deer learning to walk for the first time, even still. hasn’t learned how to operate these long legs and torso, a stranger in his own body-

“Hey!” a hard shove in your back, “watch it.”

your face is already mad, red that attention will be on you for this second. you open your mouth to chastise the stranger more but all that comes out is his name

“charlie?”

it’s awkward, for half a second. this now stranger, trying to learn him again-and when he thrusts his hand out for a handshake, like all those years growing up were nothing, strangers now-is when you catch it

his sleeve lifts up slightly when his hand is out, and you can’t help yourself as your finger lightly lifts his shirt, sees the vines and blooming flowers wrapped around his thumb, the heart by his pinky looks suspiciously close to something a child would conjure up-

“you kept them.”

he shrugs, his face red:

“they keep me safe, right?”

it hangs in the air for a second as you look at these old markings you did, how they look so much like your own from all these years ago.

his voice pulls you away.

“let me take you out,” he says, unsure himself where this confidence is from, not the same kid who would cry if you looked at him wrong, “explain ‘em to you.”

your head pops up, shocked as well of how confident he is but instead you’re nodding before you can even stop yourself, agreeing.

#caroline writes #charlie slimecicile #charlie slimecicle x you #charlie slimesicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimesicle fanart #slimecicle x y/n #slimecicle x you #slimecicle fic #slimecicle imagine #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle

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flightfoot · 2 years

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Ok, this isn't gonna happen with my fic any time soon (and I'm not quite sure how and if it's gonna happen or not), but how does Luka respond to someone confronting him? Just... I was just thinking that of everyone in the main cast besides Lila, I figured Calico would be most unsettled by Luka. See, there's this whole can of worms of him knowing Ladybug and Chat Noir's secret identities... on the off chance Blair finds out, her anger will hit him full force cause he could've prevented Marinette from going through with her plan and Blair wouldn't be stuck there in the first place. And part of me is also kinda salty with him... while I can kinda understand him putting off telling Marinette, I couldn't for the life of me understand why he didn't come clean then to stop her from doing something even he thought was wrong (since he did made an attempt to talk her out of it). I can kinda see Marinette picking his side though, both are inclined to avoiding conflict and that's on top of her seeing Blair as the aggressor and having some bias against her. This could open up an opportunity for them to talk about how avoiding potential conflict with someone you care about doesn't always solve it. Marinette may even forgive him but I'm not sure if she would fully trust him again after this fiasco... and that's all I got. So yeah, any tips on how to handle a Luka confrontation scene? His character is just so hard to read.

Definitely agreed on Luka being a hard to read character, I've struggled with him a lot. @wackus-bonkus-maximus's take on Luka actually helped me a lot with figuring out how he might think.

Best explanation for why he didn't even tell Ladybug the truth when it was relevant in Ephemeral? He didn't want to rock the boat. He's fine with giving little nudges in the right direction, and he's good at standing up to people he perceives as enemies, but he crumples when faced with needing to say things that could cause conflict with people he cares about. Fessing up that he'd lied earlier about not knowing identities would definitely cause conflict, as would pushing harder about not going through with her plan to get Chat's identity to Su-Han. While Luka DID make an attempt to talk her out of the plan, it was more of a light prodding than anything, not something that was likely to actually upset Ladybug, or damage their relationship.

Okay, looking through what you wrote again, you already seem to have a pretty good handle on Luka, honestly. I do see Marinette picking Luka's side, at least initially. She knows that Luka is kind and she likes him, while Blair rubs her the wrong way. I love the concept of them having a conversation about needing to conflict with people you love sometimes, that's definitely a conversation Luka needs to hear.

I do think Marinette would forgive him pretty easily - she'd be upset by it in the moment, but she gets past that kind of thing pretty quickly once she's had a chance to think about it, and it hasn't had any truly terrible consequences here - but I do agree that it'd damage her trust in Luka for awhile, until she was reasonably sure that he wouldn't try to lie in order to spare her feelings again, and that he'd speak up when he had relevant important info, even if would cause conflict.

As for the details on how to handle the scene... yeah I've never written anything like that for Luka. @wackus-bonkus-maximus, maybe you could take a crack at giving some tips?

#ask #miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine

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racerchix21 · 1 year

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Definite Second Chances

Word Count: 1644

Tagging: @sunnyfleur23

Warnings: Angst and f-bombs

A/N: This is a sequel piece to the drabble Maybe Second Chances I wrote in November 2022.

Summary: I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him and I definitely hadn’t meant to fall into bed with him. Tyler Black did things to me, unexpected, unexplainable things and I needed to get the fuck out of here before he woke up and realized what we’d done.

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“I’m not having this conversation here in a busy ass restaurant with the 3 Stooges listening in. You really wanna know why I left I’ll tell you but I get to pick when and where we meet again. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got places to be and people to see,” I tell Seth and based on the look in his eyes our little meeting is gonna have to happen soon, but I think I’m gonna let him wonder a little longer.

“Yeah, yeah princess you go do that but know that I ain’t gonna wait forever for you. It’s been 6 years and I’m getting tired of wondering why I wasn’t good enough for you,” Seth’s got tears running down his cheeks and his voice cracks more than a few times as he talks.

Leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek, I make the decision to find a way to meet up with him tomorrow and finally let him have the rest of my heart. I hadn’t meant to make him cry but I had to get the hell out of there before I did something stupider I’d never be able to take back or fix. Like admitting that I was stupidly in love with him and had been since our ROH days.

“Ambrose, Reigns it was nice seeing ya. Bub, I’ll text you later and we can arrange that trip home we were talking about. Rollins, meet at our spot tomorrow morning and I’ll tell you everything you wanna know, but please show up alone. And hey Seth I never intended to hurt you for what it’s worth.”

“Then why? Why the hell did you lie and leave?”

“Tomorrow, my Tyler. Always my Tyler, even if you aren’t mine,” walking away is still as hard now as it was all those years ago. If I was being completely honest with myself it was worse now because I really truly was in love with the idiot and I didn’t think anything would change that.

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Showing up at Black and Brave, I can see why Seth is still in love with his hometown. Davenport was beautiful and I could already see myself living there. “Not that thats gonna be an option soon because made a huge mistake and I wasn’t gonna blame him if he never wanted to speak to me again,” my brain and heart so helpfully supplied. It was time to face the music and see how badly Seth was gonna react to the tiny little munchkins attached to my legs. Maybe I should’ve left them with Finn and Bayley and shown up by myself, but it was too late now to change it.

“Come on, you two let’s go see how much trouble we can get into. We’re gonna go meet an old friend of Momma’s, so I need y’all to be on your best behavior and maybe we’ll go find a park nearby and have a picnic later, okay?”

“K, momma. Hot chocolate too?,” Kota asks glancing both at me and her brother. She’s definitely her fathers daughter and it once again hits me that I’ve deprived not only my babies but also their daddy of so much all because of my stupid pride.

“Yeah, honey we’ll get hot chocolate before we head to the park. Now come on kiddos and remember best behavior and be polite. I promise that Mr. Seth is a good guy, kinda goofy lookin but a good guy nonetheless.”

“Mr. Seth, huh? And who are these little cuties if I may ask?”

Spinning I find myself face to face with Ty… I mean Seth now and I once again realize how expressive his eyes are and how I used to see my future in them. That was a whole lifetime ago before everything fell apart before I fucked everything up. “This is Dakota and her little brother Kellen. Kel, Kota this is Mr. Seth. He owns this place with another old friend.”

“Well come on in and we can see what we can get you kids into then you and I talking,” he says looking at me before holding the door open for the 3 of us and I realize I’m about to break his heart a second time in less than a decade as I walk inside his dream school.

“Okay, yeah. And Seth it’s not what you think before you start overthinking everything. I’ll explain but at least not yet. Not in front of the kids,” I say as Seth leads us through the school and into a little classroom/office off to the side. Watching the man I once upon a time dreamed about having a family with, talking and laughing with my babies I feel myself smile for the first time in a long time.

“Alright, if you need anything at all we’ll be over here okay,” Seth tells the kids standing up, coming towards me pointing me towards the opposite end of the room. “Alright talk. Tell me what I did so wrong that you up and left without a word. I guess first though how old are Kota and Kellan? They’re mine, aren’t they?”

“Rollins, they’re 4 so no they aren’t yours and you’re off the hook. They’re father found out I was pregnant and decided that being a parent wasn’t something he wanted. I walked away from wrestling until a couple years ago when my brother and Bayley got together. They managed to get me a deal and I’ve tried to keep those 2 out of the spotlight. I guess maybe I realized how you felt when I walked out.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry. He walked out because he was an idiot. I’m still curious about why you walked away but we can table that for now if you want.”

“No, no but it’s gonna require a little trip back to that night. Just listen and then I’ll answer any questions you have.”

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Flashback 6 years

I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him and I definitely hadn’t meant to fall into bed with him. Tyler Black did things to me, unexpected, unexplainable things and I needed to get the fuck out of here before he woke up and realized what we’d done. Slowly and ever so gently moving Tyler’s arm, I slide out of bed and try to locate all my clothes from where they’re slung around the room. Fuck where the hell is my bra? There’s my tank top but where the fuck is my bra? Shirt, shoes, pants, jacket but no bra, groaning internally at the idea of doing the walk of shame out of Tyler’s bedroom sans bra. I mean there’s worse things but I wasn’t looking forward to facing his roommates Marek and Jimmy feeling less than put together.

If I walk out I’m protecting us both, right? If I stay I’m gonna get my own heart broken and if I leave I’m gonna break his but he’s going to WWE and there was no way in hell either of us can do long distance. We can barely handle seeing each other all the time and being apart all the fucking time probably won’t be any good either or maybe that’s just my self preservation skills kicking in. I’d be holding him back from his true potential otherwise. My internal monologue is interrupted by a soft snuffling sound and I glance over my shoulder to see Tyler has rolled even closer to the side of the bed I had just gotten up from and had wrapped his arms around the other pillow.

FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Forget finding your bra woman go go go before Ty wakes up, I scream at myself and I’m out the door as I hear him start talking. Stopping just for a second I can barely make out what he’s saying.

“Where ya going,” I hear Tyler mumble and I can’t help but feel bad about running away.

“Just gonna go get a glass of water. I’ll be right back sweetheart, I promise just save me some cuddles,” I grimace at the lie but I can’t outright tell him the truth of my feelings. “I’m sorry Ty but I have to leave,” I whisper and l can feel my heart break a little when I glance back and see he’s curled up even tighter, beginning to softly snore again.

End of flashback

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“Baby, we would’ve figured it out. I was so fucking in love with you and yo.. you left me,” Seth stutters out, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I would’ve turned down the deal with WWE if it had meant you and I could’ve worked out. I don’t hate you, just the way everything went down.”

“Pretty boy, that's what I was afraid of. You’d grow to hate me and I couldn’t bear to think of how long we’d last once you realized how much you gave up because of me. I don’t regret anything about us back then just me leaving and explaining why. Hopefully one day maybe we can be friends again cuz I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me now.”

“Princess, if you’ll give me a chance maybe we can try again and you’ll let me help you with the kids while we’re on the road. Now I’m gonna kiss you,” Seth tells me pulling me into the most mind blowing kisses I’ve had since the last time we did this a lifetime ago when we were different people all together.

Pulling back just enough to catch my breath I have to laugh because I can’t believe I get him back after all the things I’ve done to him. “Sethie, there’s nothing I’d like more than a chance at forever with you.”

#Definite Second Chances #Seth Rollins x Reader #This angst and fluff rolled into one

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imnotgoinghome · 2 years

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Peter Parker

Peter Parker, the famous Spider-Man. While being an Avenger seems cool, he got teased a lot for being a cinnamon roll. He can also be an idiot sometimes, hope someone can put up with him. I know the Avengers can’t, most of the time.

Series:

FYI: They all go to the main pages of the series, you’ll find the chapters there

Alive or Just Breathing? - I would like to warn y’all now; this will be a series, marking my first series ever. Hope y’all enjoy this. Also, this is a sad story with what I hope to make a somewhat happy ending but I haven’t decided yet…

Peter Parker didn’t have an easy job. And after a while, him being gone tended to take a toll on the people he loved . After getting into a fight, he begins to wonder if he can fix your already broken relationship or if it’s coming to an end for good.

Blurs:

True love - Yes, this is based off the song by Pink (ligit includes lyrics). Not gonna lie, it’s not great but it’s fun, sooo…

Peters way of cheering you up is different then you expected

Time flies when your in love -This one was just wrote in a short amount of time, so it’s not great but I still kinda like

One simple bump in the shoulder can lead to so much more

Peto Burrito - Y’all really liked this one, I’d say fan favorite?

Peters always cute, even when he’s sad

A Sleepover with Secrets - I wrote this one a long time ago and it always cracks me up that I never thought of a summary for it and ligit just made it a quote from the story

“Can I tell you something”

She was wrong - Death is implied. Do with that information what you will. Once again with the quote summary thing, like is it that hard to make a summary?

“I can’t believe she’s really gone”

Crushing - Yes this has a part 2. Are you surprised? The part two wasn’t originally planned, but I’m kinda glad it happened. Third times a charm with the quote.

“You’ve never felt that way about someone?”

The Letters that Meant Nothing - Please just go read the first one (Crushing), then this, makes it easier on me… but I can’t control you so do whatever you want

Brad Davis was determined to get you to go out with him, will letters work?

The Past, the Future, and the Present - Based on a request by oyasumimosura. Also, just FYI, this is more about you then you and Peter. I think Peters mentioned like 5ish times, not 100% sure tho.

The powers you never wanted, caused the things you never wanted to happen

Physically Close - Thank you prompt list. This is definitely a fan favorite. Once AGAIN with the quote. And I’m not kidding when I say the “summary” is what inspired the whole story.

“Y/n, I physically can’t get any closer to you, it’s impossible”

PDA - I’m gonna say it now, if you don’t like PDA, just don’t read it. I mean it’s not bad, but I know some people don’t like it. So if your one of those people and you read this, just keep in mind that I tried to warn you

PDA had never been your thing, but you’ll accept Peters

The Pictures on Your Phone - Btw, in the beginning, I set it up like you were in a place like Main Event or a place like that. But honestly, imagine what you want to.

After finding pictures taken by you on his phone, Peter realizes that his feelings aren’t what he thought they were

Against All Stereotypes - I completely thank my brain (and Pinterest) for this. I hope you guys like it, and I’m well aware that I suck at posting on time but it’s fine

Who would have thought of a Nerd and a Popular Girl being friends?

I Think I Like This Story - For the people wondering, not this I’m not a part of my story ‘Alive or Just Breathing’. Chapter 3 is in the works, trust me but right now I just need a break from thinking about it. It’s not easy for me to write sometimes and I know I just came back from a HUGE writers block, but sometimes we just needs break, ya know? I also have been on vacation so that’s one reason why Chapter 3 Isn’t out yet, but I’ll get working on it soon, trust me. Anyways, hope you guys like this story. It’s just a cute short little blur but I think it’s cute and I hope you guys will too.

With overwhelming stress and anxiety, all you wanted was to get away. But what you failed to realize, was that this get away wasn’t going to end like the rest.

Holiday Specials:

Christmas but 10 Times Better - I know it’s been awhile, but I’ve been in serious writers block!!! So I hope you guys like it!

Christmas was a special time of year, but you had someone who made it ten times better

#peter parker x reader #masterlist #mcu #peter parker #friends to lovers #cuteness #fluff #no smut #PDA #christmas 🎄#christmas #peter parker blur #peter parker tom holland #peter parker x reader christmas #readers pov #request anything #peter parker fluff #marvel mcu #Pinterest

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Can you explain SGFG like you did self titled haha

*straightens back* *pull up sleeves* *cracks fingers* i thought you'd never ask skspakoakaoak

We start out strong with a "you're so hot I'd let you rob me" song, don't know what was going on when they wrote this, but sure, then we move on to "i might be crazy and broken but it's alright tho cuz people around me are kinda hot but just kinda tho" then we move to a fuck capitalism song "we can all get some we can all get paid" still waiting for clearer instructions on that one, then we go to "I'm complicated, slightly depressed but I don't give a fuck" and then we have one of the best songs ever written with the amazing "I'm trapped in my own head and I keep making mistakes but I'm trying so fucking hard please tell me you see that" like excuse me *hiding knife in my back" Michael, who hurt you like that? I just wanna talk.

Then we have catch fire, i don't know what Muke was on when they wrote that but i want some of it "now I'm lost in the swirling sea of your sorry eyes" "cause the ghost of survivals guilt can be so unkind" "the words you speak surrounding me this is broken love in the first degree the air you breathe is haunting me maybe I'll change your mind" excuse me???????!??? Then we get "I'm broken and you're broken let's be broken together" the "no more waiting we can save us from falling" gets me every time, then we have a mandatory song about sex but it's so profound and romantic you can forget it is a mandatory song about sex specially with that cool little interlude in the end, then they spin you around with "i love you so much I'll let you use me cuz if I try hard enough I can pretend this isn't just a big lie", then we have an ultimate "how the hell did we get here song" that has stuff like "heartbreak that i can't escape a sinking ship I'll never save" "all your screaming whispers slip right through my fingers but these memories linger on" all hidden by the pop punk moment (castaway should've been a single and. I'll die on this hill).

Then we have the "i wanna believe you but i can't trust you" featuring "it doesn't have to be this tragedy this endless lost parade a castle of facade of make believe" again who let them get away with writing this stuff???? And we move on to "my parents got a divorce and they definitely should have but I miss feeling safe at home" I'm not gonna quote anything here cuz I would just write the whole song, the whole song is beautifully written and just paints the most heartbreaking picture ever, but then they spin you around and throw fly away in your face with the "i really really really really wanna run away let's go like right now" song.

And then they spin you around punch you the face and kick you while your down with invisible, i am positive that "another day the wall are built to keep me save i can't escape is too late" is the most heartbreaking thing I'll ever hear, and they follow that up with the hope anthem, i swear every time i hear airplanes for 3:38 minutes i feel like i can conquer the world, the bridge alone is everything, then we have a little "nostalgia is a powerful thing" with San Francisco that in the end is another "i was awful and I'm so sorry please take me back" song and I eat that up every time, then we have 5sos masterpiece, if os/co song is not in your top 10 5sos songs, you're listening to them wrong, go do it again and pay attention this time, I'm looking at you Ashton Calum Luke and Michael how dare you say this is not an s tier song"i guess I was running from something i was running back to you" amazing, the whole outerspace outro, "the darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side" "nothing like the rain when you're in outerspace" the repetition of the "love me like you did" that gives you hope followed by the "I'll give you anything" that just takes it away and then we have the waves and everything calms down and then bam a whole choir telling you it's gonna get better, honestly ending the album with this was such a power move, incredible.

But then you get the bonus songs, the "I'm bad you're worse but I'm loving every second of this rollercoaster" and yet another entry to the "I'm the worst and I'm so sorry please just take me back" that makes me want to rip my hair out "an epilogue before you're done a sequel to what we began" the chorus?!??? The bridge??????? The whole song actually.

Amazing experience from beginning to end, will make you experience the whole spectrum of human emotions. 10000000/10 album.

#this got long as fuck #but I'm very passionate about sgfg #its my title for a reason #I was asked #also #did you know that block texts on Tumblr have a character limit?#cuz i just found that out trying to post this lapalapalalla #long post #rambling about the albums #I'm overthinking and overanalyzing

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(Late, but) 🎶✨when you get this, list 5 songs you like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 5 of your favorite followers🎶 (or don't, do what you like!)

oh hey! cool i get to be basic for a bit on tumblr XD seriously though my music taste is "oh i like how this sounds!" and any variety it may contain is only because i grew up with a dad really into 80s-70s rock and roll and grew up in the early 2000's which is the decade where music went fucking nuts so yeah that's it really, anyway!

You'll be back-Hamilton.

I think if I said that this was my favorite song from that musical and that I thought it was the best one this website would have hung me by my pinkie toes off a cliff. but I think it's been long enough to admit that, growing up with old school Disney movies, I have a soft spot for any songs that can recreate that distinct feel of a Disney Villain song. And this one is just delightfully twisted.

2. Hikari Sentai Maskman intro-Hironobu Kageyama.

Hard left turn I know, but a certain mutual of mine has reminded me of my love for Power Rangers and has exposed me to more Super Sentai stuff in half a year then I've ever cared to think about in all my years up to now. This theme is my ringtone, its so fucking catchy. Also the playlist of all the Super Sentai opening themes are a workout mix for me. Yes seriously.

3. P.S. I Hate You-Reel Big Fish.

I wrote a whole ass post about RBFs Candy Coated Fury album analyzing each song so I won't belabor the point here, but Ska Punk has a bad rap, it is honestly just an angry song with happy music and that helps you let those emotions out much easier. love me some trumpets.

4. Bang!-AJR

Also a band with a bad rap for being..."mid" or whatever? I dunno music criticism on this website is horseshit its either way too congratulatory or way too harsh no fucking nuance. (on tumblr? no nuance? what a shock) But yeah, if you're in the mood for 'em AJR is honestly just a lot of fun to listen to, this was the first song of theirs I discovered, so, again, major soft spot.

5. Kon~sultant-Akatsuki records.

And now a J-pop song based on Touhou! I am unfuckingpredictable! Seriously though, when i was in middle school i was BIG into Vocaloid songs, which isn't really a genre since you can make anything with Vocaloid, but that rabbit hole led me to a bunch of other fan song stuff, and eventually into the ABYSS that is Touhou fan songs. There are DOZENS of Doujin Circles who do exclusively just Touhou song covers and every one has their favorites, Akatsuki Records is mine, because it tends to lean on the "Hard Rock" side of things while still keeping the spirit of the original song alive.

And this one just a catchy song about a sneaky fox demon who's every other word is a lie meant to get her an advantage over everyone she talks to, openly bragging that "no matter what happens, I'll get mine". I love me a sneaky bastard so this is like a villain song all over again.

not gonna send this to any one but, hey! anyone who feels like give this a crack!

#broken clover #answers

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amylynns-world · 8 months

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Rubbed Raw and Reeling

It was the last day of summer camp. Time to celebrate. It was a lame afternoon dance, but magic was in the air. The dorks were getting crunk and the rest of us were getting drunk. And for the first time since I got my braces off, I didn't feel invisible. {C}There it was. The signal. I was hoping he'd do something more inspired like sniff his armpits but Matty had a habit of doing that. A lot. Attention to personal hygiene was just one of Matty's many stellar attributes. He was perfection. Unlike me. I was a hot mess of nerves cause Matty McKibben wanted me, a nobody, to meet him in the utility closet.

It wasn't the inciting incident of some sappy teen special about how I got knocked up on the last day of summer camp. I knew better than to bareback. Our passionate bumping of uglies was a sign. This year would be my year. For once I wouldn't be overlooked. Not with Matty at my...back door. Oh yeah, he let it slip. Not fun.

Change was in the air. I could smell it. There was change and pine-scented cleanser. My lady business was on fire, but somehow admitting my virgin status seemed like a buzzkill. I didn't wanna ruin the moment.

With my d-card safely tucked away in his back pocket, I was sure this was the beginning of something. I couldn't help myself. Matty had cracked my hard candy shell and I was oozing with sticky sweet love. So, I asked him if he wanted to go to sophomore orientation together. To which he responded "You're the "sh*t." So he wasn't a poet. He was still Matty McKibben... and then he hit me with... "but nobody can know that I like you." So....I was still Jenna Hamilton.

When I got home I was looking for a little TLC. My mother always knew when something was wrong...and promptly avoided the conversation. Instead of reading my the face-mail that was obvi in need of being addressed and comforting me- she handed my laundry and a letter. Turned out it was a letter that hurt even more than Matty's blow-off.

"Jenna, as you are now, you could disappear and no one would notice. Below is a list of suggestions you should take into serious consideration. A Friend. Number one: stop being such a pussy."

Whoever wrote the letter didn't pull any punches. It was the truth and the truth hurt.

Sometimes being a teenager makes you want to die.

[[Link title''Italic text]]=== That Girl === When I was initially charting my course to visibility, I really should have defined the kind of visibility I wanted. For two weeks I tried to explain that my accident was just that. An accident. The more I denied it, the more everyone assumed I was in denial. It was a vicious circle. {C}The one person who was noticeably absent from gossiping about my life was Matty McKibben. But I finally had contact with him. It was the first time we had seen each other since my deflowering...and I'd almost forgotten how jacked I looked. He asked if I was okay. It was a complicated question. Even if he hadn't been pulled away by his posse, there probably wasn't time for me to explain everything I was feeling.

But luckily for me, apparently I was gonna have a lot of time to talk about my feelings with my new guidance counselor. Color me excited. We apparently are set to have weekly meetings. And she's "special." She spit my breath mints back in their container and then tried on my lipgloss. Valerie needs her own counselor. She asked me if I had any questions for her. I had about a thousand, but not one of them seemed appropriate. I could only hope that someone would let me off for good behavior really soon so I wouldn't have to spend the entire year dealing with her special brand of insanity.

And then there was Sadie, who I guess was disappointed that I wasn't dead. I never appreciated Sadie's bitchiness, but I understood it. She was hungry.

And she was gonna be in my line of sight for all of lunch because she was in the pep rally. With Matty. All over Matty. But, I was fine. Okay, that's was a lie. I wasn't. Despite all my external wounds, my heart was probably gonna take the longest to heal. And I was tired of the pain. So, rather than wait it out, I had the brilliant idea to jumpstart the healing process. I volunteered for the pep rally. I mean, I totally knew what I was doing. Confession: I had no idea what I was doing. But I couldn't look back. At all. But i can always talk to my best friend. Mia♥

Yet somehow...having people pay even more attention to me was the best stupid idea I ever had. I got in a guy's pants and came out a winner. And more importantly, people saw me as someone other than a total freak.

Except for Sadie, of course. I tried to be nice to her after she lost. She responded in the typical Sadie way: by being an ass. It's true when they say no good deed goes unpunished. But I wasn't gonna let get to me. Things were looking up. Besides my arm.

Being "That Girl" was my new identity. But I won't let it define me. I will define it.

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meant to post this a goodly while ago but it's been sitting in my drafts. i've been getting antsy not being able to post anything finished yet, so here's a backup plan i forgot about lol

wrote this a few years ago, but i do still genuinely love this. it's got the vibes i honestly always look for. despite being out of season, i hope you can like it too!

pairing: none, vaguely edward elric x oc rating: G warnings: spoilers for conqueror of shamballa, mostly angst tbh, mistaken identity, this is the isekai version of fma, a bit of fluff, this is mostly kind of wintery cute, not much else tbh

There's no good reason for Edward to be keeping the windows open when it's below freezing outside. When I get to their apartment, the door is unlocked. I don't bother knocking and simply let myself in. I quietly take off my boots after closing the door behind me, but keep my coat on. Even the heating's turned off. Is it something that reminds him of home? Doesn't Alphonse have anything to say about it?

I busy myself going around closing all the windows and brushing the snow off the sills. Pull the curtains open as far as they go. The living room first, then the dining room, Alphonse's room, the guest room. I falter in front of Edward's door, still slightly ajar. I can't hear him snoring. Is he asleep?

Even though my knock is gentle, the door slowly opens. Edward is sat up, propped against the headboard of his bed, a book open on his lap and several notebooks and loose sheets of paper strewn around him. The winter breeze makes his open curtains flutter. I pull my gloves off and stow them in my coat pockets and move to the window to close it.

"Don't close it all the way," a mutter comes from behind me. I oblige; I leave the window cracked a little less than an inch. Crank up the heating on the radiator. I can't see my breath, but it must be a just thing. I turn around and ball my fists at my hips.

"I know, I know," Edward dismisses with a wave. His eyes are still closed and his head is still leaned back. The book in his lap is closed, and he carefully puts it aside. "Is Al home yet?"

"Not yet no," I reply, feeling the frustration slowly leak away from me. It's hard to stay angry at him, like this. I let my arms fall by my sides and look to his bedroom door. "Have you eaten anything today?"

Edward throws an arm over his eyes and groans. Guess not.

"I hope you're okay with potato stew," I say over my shoulder, striding out of the bedroom, past the dining room and into the kitchen. I let my coat slide down my arms and toss it haphazardly at a chair. Don't really care when it falls off. Throw my scarf in the same general direction.

While I busy myself peeling and chopping potatoes and a few other vegetables, I can hear Edward shuffling around in his room. Probably gathering all his books and loose papers into... some kind of disorganized and precarious tower I'm bound to topple over later.

"So about tomorrow," I call out, over the sound of the boiling pot of water. The door to his room slowly clicks shut behind him. His hair's an absolute mess.

"What about it?" He asks, stopping in front of the coat on the floor before picking it up and letting himself sink into a chair at the dining table.

"Gracia invited all of us to dinner. Did you already forget?" When I turn around after carefully sliding the cut vegetables into the boiling pot, it's to see Edward wrapping my scarf around his neck. He pauses for a second, long enough to look lie someone with his hand stuck in the cookie jar, but eventually shrugs his shoulders.

"I still don't see why we have to go if Officer Asshole is gonna be there," Edward grumbles, pushing the wrapped scarf further up his face and looking away. "We're not... Al and I aren't even religious."

The correction stings. But I let it slide. It can't be helped if I look like her.

"It doesn't have to be about religion," I point out, adding salt into the pot and stirring absently. "It's just an excuse to get together and have good food. It can be, uh..." Frown and stare at the table before looking back up at Edward. "The word for 'décontracté'? Relaxed?"

"Casual," he replies easily, frowning in turn. "I guess. Can we leave early?"

"Not before gin and coffee."

Edward groans in time with the squeaking of the door's hinges. Alphonse shakes the snow from his hair and coat before realizing I'm at the stove.

"Anne! I didn't know you were coming over!" Alphonse rushes over, drops a kiss of each cheek, and peers over the simmering pot. I slap a hand with the ladle.

"Get those wet boots off this floor you brute! It's bad enough you dragged in the tempête with you." Alphonse has the decency to look sheepish before scuttering back to the front door and removing his boots. Wipes down the floor with his feet with a dishtowel I throw at him.

"How long til that's done? I'm starving," Ed laments from his chair, leaning back onto its hind two legs.

"Maybe you wouldn't be starving if you'd actually eaten today, Alchimiste."

Edward bristles at the name. "I told you to stop calling me that."

"J'arrêterai quand ça sera faux."

And the conversation ends there, until Alphonse sweeps back in at the table to speak to his brother. They both are too absorbed to pay attention to me, and that's perfectly fine.

I had just been moved to Germany when I first met Edward.

I had been hired by a prominent physicist for both my knowledge and ease with a typewriter. With the glowing commendations of one professor in particular, I had managed to find work in Germany. As a woman, having studied in medical sciences as much as was allowed, this was more than I could have hoped for. My employer treated me well enough; made no sexual advances and never alluded to wanting anything more than what my brain could provide.

And the pay was decent enough. Worth the glares and snide remarks from some of my peers, at the very least.

It hadn't been a week before I was accosted. I had been returning from a local shop after dropping off one of the several typewriters that had been left in disrepair. Someone kept shouting, "Anna!" I didn't believe someone was calling out for me until a hand, too solid and uncomfortable, landed on my shoulder.

I turned and moved to slap the arm away, but it barely moved. My knuckles were sore from it. Cradling my hand, I took a second to look at the man who'd grabbed me.

"That is you, right? Anna?" Golden eyes were wide in hope and disbelief. Whoever this man was had seen in me someone he'd clearly been missing.

Nevermind that I had never in my years seen eyes as pure a gold as that.

"Désolée, mais..." First, he frowned. And then it was like a stone wall passed in front of his face. "I'm sorry, you must be confusing me with someone else, sir. My name is Annelise."

The man's arm, until then still hover at my shoulder, slowly fell as he took a step back. As he opened his mouth to, no doubt, apologize, his wince didn't escape me.

"Attendez, votre—your arm. It is—ah, merde. C'est quoi..? Artificial?" I tried, gesturing vaguely at his right arm.

Again, the man frowned, but looked more like he'd been punched in the gut. Grabbed at his right shoulder with his left hand and dug his thumb in.

"Yeah, it... Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you." He turned and took a step to leave. I don't know what possessed me to grab onto his good—real—arm to stop him.

"J'ai dit d'attendre, goodness. If the joint is sore, I can help you," I breathed out, taking a step forward. "I studied medical sciences in Grenoble. I may not be who you hope for, and I may not be a doctor, but I can help." I hesitantly let go of the man's arm. He looked down at the sidewalk for a moment, then out across the street, then off into the distance.

A change seemed to come over him when he turned around. Eyes gleaming and grin sharp, he extended his right hand out to me.

"I'm Edward Elric. Sorry if I scared you. It's nice to meet you, Annelise."

I sighed in relief, and shook his hand. Didn't flinch at the pressure he undoubtedly intended to be painful, and gave him a firm shake.

"You worked with Monsieur Heiderich, yes? On the rocket demonstration last year?"

Edward's eyes widened almost comically. "You—yeah, yeah that was us. I'm surprised you know about that."

"My employer takes great interest in the advance of technology." I let go of his hand and turned back to the direction I had been going in. Probably... Doctor Moore wouldn't mind if I brought in a stray. Especially one with a brain. "Also, I'm... sorry for your loss."

Edward followed next to me, hands in his pockets, as I lead him to the office. His expression felt bittersweet. "Thanks, but it's not like we were that close. Where are you taking me, anyways?"

"The office I work in. Doctor Moore has a few tools that—"

"Wait," Edward stopped, again, in the middle of the sidewalk. Turned me around again with another hand on my shoulder. The movement of his right arm seemed even more unnatural, now, and he didn't even try to mask the hiss of pain. "Doctor Moore? Physics and its Relation to the Unseen and Occult? That Moore?"

It was my turn to be wide-eyed and caught by surprise.

"Y-yes, that—you've heard of him?"

There was a darkness that passed in Edward's eyes, just for a moment. Something I couldn't understand. It was gone before I could think to ask about it.

We spent the next fifteen minutes walking and talking about Doctor Moore's theories, comparing personal interpretations of his work, and discussing Edward's prosthetic arm. Somewhere along the line, I learned that his left leg had also been lost. He didn't explain how, and I didn't ask why. The rise and violence of the nationalist regime alone had wreaked so much havoc. It wasn't my place to ask.

Once at the office, Doctor Moore didn't even ask why I had brought a stranger—and a man, no less—along with me. He simply offered Edward coffee and a seat by his desk. I didn't even need to do anything. I was promptly shooed away to continue working with the only functional typewriter as the Doctor worked on Edward's arm. He may have chosen physicist as a working title, but Doctor Moore was, at his core, a doctor. He was more than happy to help Edward with his arm.

As well as his damaged nerves. And sprained muscles, and torn ligament, and—

Needless to say, Edward ended up coming by the office every few weeks, after that. When I asked, before he left one day, he simply shrugged and stated that it was easier this way than constantly being judged by someone in the public practice. I would stay at my desk after that, quiet, serve coffee when asked. There was no doubt in my mind that Edward was there to dig into Doctor Moore's mind just as the doctor was happy to do the same in kind.

"At least make an effort to look happy, you sans-coeur," I whisper harshly, elbowing Edward in the ribs, careful not to drop the package in my hands.

"What are you talking about. I'm absolutely ecstatic."

"Pince-sans-rire."

The door opens to Gracia's glowing smile, the smell of mulled wine and the chatter of a small crowd. The roar of the fire I know is burning is buried under laughter.

"Boys! Annelise, I'm glad you could make it. Come in!" The opens the door wider. "Maes is by the fire with a few friends from the college. Noah should still be in the kitchen." The brother go through first; Edward practically makes a beeline to the kitchen, barely taking the time to toe off his shoes. Alphonse heads for the sitting room. As Gracia closes the door behind me, I stay by the landlady and offer her the blue, ribbon-tied box.

"Félicitations, Madame Hughes. I hope the pregnancy is going well," I say, handing over the box. The mother-to-be looks surprised, for a moment, before her face crumbles into grateful happiness.

"Thank you, Annelise," Gracia whispers, a hand on her swollen belly as she cradles the box to her chest. "For the gift, but for taking care of Edward and Alphonse. I know they're a handful."

I take care of putting my own coat and boots away, wrap my shawl tighter around my shoulders and follow Gracia to the kitchen. Alphonse is chuckling at something and Edward seems like he's violently trying not to smile. The darker-skinned woman, whom I assume is Noah, cuts herself off mid-sentence when she sees me. Gracia throws me a knowing look before puttering off somewhere else in the house to deposit the gift-box. Noah rushes over to me and clasps my hands in hers.

It takes a few uncomfortable second before she looks up at me. Tension seems to ease from her shoulders.

"It truly is good to finally meet you," she says quietly, slowly letting go of my hands. Her voice sounds like honey and silk. She returns to the counter where she was preparing what seems like dough for a pie. I can't help but stay riveted in place, looking up at the brothers.

Edward shrugs and Alphonse looks something akin to apologetic.

The Rroma are like that, I suppose.

The rest of the evening goes on mostly without any other strange incidents. I help Gracia and Noah in the kitchen after they manage to chase Alphonse and Edward out. Noah and I revel in the mulled wine and laugh together at the stories Gracia tells of the boys while they were still her tenants. When the turkey is ready and pulled out of the oven, you can feel the conversation dying in the rest of the home as everyone remembers that this is meant to be a Christmas dinner.

The table in the dining room is in fact two tables shoved together, and even then it's a tight fit for the twenty three people present. Maes offers a toast, in general at first, but then goes into specifics about a "return home to those who are lost" that seems to personally affect Edward and Noah more than anyone else.

The food is delicious. And I have never tasted a pie so sweet.

Once stomachs are full and eyes are glossy with satisfaction, coffee and tea are brought out. Edward and Maes ask for a Brandy nearly at the same time. I ask for another glass of wine. A man named Jean—presumably a friend of Maes—excuses himself to go smoke outside, but not before he's served a glass of Brandy of his own.

Most everyone retreats to the sitting and drawing rooms. Gracia and Noah make quick work of clearing the two tables in the dining room. Edward and I are the only ones who remain seated. I feel the pocket sewn into my shawl even more acutely at the moment.

"I know you don't celebrate Christmas, usually, but..." I start slowly, looking down into the deep maroon of my glass. I put it down on the table in front of me, and pull the small envelope from my shawl. "I have—someone.... merde que c'est dur à expliquer."

"It'd be easier if you didn't say it in French," Edward says, and though the tone his joking, his face seems uncertain.

"Not like you can't understand it," I mutter in reply. Take a deep breath, and slide the envelope across the table to him. "For a while, now, I've been having dreams I can't understand. Everyone looks the same, but everything is different."

Edward's hands slam on the table as he stands up. Excuses himself and sits back down when Gracia rushes over to see if everything's alright. She leaves, but only reluctantly, and only after I assure her it's fine.

"She had a message for you—the one I share a face with. I don't know if she knew I could see through her eyes, but I wrote it down as soon as I woke up." I wring my hands in my laps. I'm not sure how he'll take it. "Joyeux Noël, I suppose."

So many emotions cross through Edward's face when he tears open the envelope and unfolds the several pages inside. The complex circle the Other Me had drawn was hard to replicate and took several days—and dreams—to remember correctly. The notes were even harder to copy down, originally written in a code I couldn't begin to understand on my own. Without reading much of the letter proper, Edward lets his hands fall onto the table quietly and looks up at me.

"This... you know what this is, right?"

I hesitate before nodding. "I wasn't sure if your stories were ever true. I'm sorry—I know you and Alphonse always insist they are, but it's hard to believe. But doubt is a part of the scientific method, right? But think I understand, now. As much as I can. And if a little sacrifice means helping you and your brother go back home..."

Edward stands abruptly—again—and begins walking away. I stand up to go after him before realizing he's making his way around the table, pages still held tightly in his left hand.

I did not expect the tight embrace he wraps me in.

"Thank you," he whispers into my hair. My heart stutters. It takes a moment to decide to rest my hands on his sides.

"De rien," I whisper back, doing my best to ignore Gracia in the doorway and Maes sipping his drink somewhere behind me.

Edward seems to regain some sense of self and quickly holds me at arm's length away. His eyes are gleaming and he looks a second away from crying. I can't help but left out a breath of laughter.

"Sorry, I—it's just—"

"It's after coffee. Shall I go find your brother?"

Edward breaks into a smile, drops his arms by his side and tips his head back.

"Yeah. He'll want to head back when he sees this."

Gathering my shawl back over my shoulders, I quickly down the rest of my glass of wine, and venture out into the sitting room to find the younger brother. Jean has found a spot leaning against the fire place, warming his hands, and nods in my direction. Alphonse sits on one of the couches and talks animatedly with a dark-haired man, who greets me when I approach them. Introduces himself as simply Roy, and explains, as a matter of pure coincidence, that he will also be starting work under Doctor Moore after the holidays.

Eventually, once we manage to collectively pry ourselves away—from the other guests and Maes' incessant rambling about his wife—I let Edward and Alphonse walk ahead to talk among themselves. Edward won't be able to keep quiet until they get home, and Alphonse had firmly announced that they would walk me home no matter what.

As thick snowflakes lazily make their way down, onto the street and into my gloved hands, I begin to think that maybe this isn't too terrible. Maybe being a conduit to something bigger than myself is alright, if it means returning two lost boys home.

Put my hands into my coat pockets and amble behind the brothers.

This is fine.

French Translations :

Décontracté = relaxed, casual Tempête = storm, in this case, a snow storm Alchimiste = probably obvious, but alchemist J'arrêterai quand ça sera faux = I'll stop when it'll be false (lit.), I'll stop when it stops being true Désolée, mais... = Sorry, but... Attendez, votre-/ah merde. C'est quoi... = Wait, your-/ah shit. What is it... J'ai dit d'attendre = I said to wait Sans-coeur = no-heart (lit), heartless Pince-sans-rire = an expression used to describe someone with a very dry sense of humour Félicitations = congratulations Merde que c'est dur à expliquer = Shit is it hard to explain Joyeux Noël = Merry Christmas De rien = it's nothing

#la furtive douceur #fullmetal alchemist #fanfiction #edward elric x oc #fluff #unrequited #kind of one sided but also kind of not #original female character #annelise is anna's “shamballa” counterpart #she's very french because i thought that would be neat #and i've always loved an excuse to use my other mother tongue lol #french #christmas fic #alternate universe

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