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vamphrrr · 4 months

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Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

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void-wolfie · 4 months

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summary: when family gets rough, Jenna knows just the way to calm you down. [request]

pairing: jenna ortega x gn!reader

tw: mentions of abuse (not detailed), some tears, but otherwise that's about it (if I need to add something let me know)

words: 1.26k

a/n: it's been too long since i've last posted lol. anyways, hopefully this is what you were hoping for anon (i would've tagged you but wasn't sure if you wanted that lol - you know who you are). anyways, enjoy guys :)

You tapped on the window, trying not to wake the whole house while doing so. You bounced up and down on your heels while you waited, the cool air of the night sending chills up your spine.

No response. You tried again, knocking softly on the glass.

The window finally slid open. Jenna stood on the other side, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and wearing the oversized hoodie she stole from you.

"Can I stay, please?" You didn't have to say anything else, Jenna understood.

For most of your life, your house had been a toxic environment. When it all became too much or something bad happened, you'd escape. More often than not, you'd be at Jenna's house. Thankfully, her family welcomed you with open arms.

Jenna helped you climb through the window, smuggling you into her bedroom like some kind of behind-the-scenes drug deal.

The second you were through the window, you collapsed into Jenna's arms. You held her tight, nestling as close as you could to her and not letting go.

Jenna was a bit surprised; you normally weren't fond of physical contact. She didn't mind it though, she was more than happy to comfort you however she could, even if it was nearly three in the morning.

"It's ok," Jenna whispered, figuring whatever happened had to be pretty bad for you to act like this. "You're safe, I promise."

Six little words. That's all it took for you to break down. You started bawling.

Nowhere else in the world had you ever felt safer than in Jenna's arms. You were safe. No one could hurt you here. And yet, that wasn't entirely true either. Memories of your parents, the things they said and did always managed to stick with you. You would never be able to escape the storm that raged on inside your mind. Wave after wave, each memory worse than the last. Thoughts and images flash in your mind like lightning in a storm.

The more you thought about them, the worse it got. The realization that you'd never be able to escape hit like a ton of bricks...

Your breathing became shallow and ragged, hiccupping through the tears. Jenna could feel the way your heart thumped in your chest. You were going to have a panic attack if she didn't do something.

“Shhh, it’s okay, love. You’re okay.” Jenna wasn’t sure what else to say. Jenna had comforted you many times before, but this felt different, she’d never seen you so distraught.

Jenna slowly brought you down to the floor with her, setting you in her lap as she leaned against the side of her bed. She rubbed circles across your back as you held her tightly, your face nestled into her shoulder, your breathing becoming more erratic with each second that passed.

With one free hand, she tugged open the drawer of her nightstand. She blindly felt around before finally grabbing what she was looking for. A stethoscope. The one her mom had given her for her birthday last year.

She gently took the two earpieces and settled them over her ears. Then she took the chest piece and held it up to your chest. It wasn’t long before the sound of your erratic heartbeat flooded her ears. It made her wince. It was loud, louder than it should be. She couldn't even imagine what your parents did to hurt you so deeply, just seeing you so upset broke her heart...

You could feel the cool metal on your chest as Jenna's hand slipped underneath your shirt, her touch leaving a trail of goosebumps as she went.

You could never understand why Jenna and her stethoscope brought you so much comfort. You'd think someone having their hand up your shirt in the middle of a breakdown would feel like a violation, and yet, it didn't. Her hand on your back rubbing circles, and occasionally slipping up to the nape of your neck to play with the ends of your hair, was comforting. The cool metal drum of the stethoscope against your chest gave you something to focus on. And the sounds of her reassuring you, reminding you that you were safe in her arms, helped to drown out your torturous thoughts.

It was ten minutes before you finally calmed down. Ten agonizing minutes of Jenna worrying sick over you. Wondering if she was doing too much, or maybe too little. Wondering what happened that hurt you this much, did they say something? Do something? Ten long minutes of wondering if she was even helping at all, or just making everything worse?

It wasn't until your crying had finally faded into sniffling that she realized how much calmer you were. It was only a few more minutes after that when she noticed your heartbeat finally return to its familiar steady rhythm.

Your face was still buried into Jenna's shoulder, your arms tightly wrapped around her, when you felt her shift. The two of you hadn't moved from your position in ages, the small shift felt jarring.

Her hand left from under your shirt, and you felt her put the stethoscope off to the side somewhere.

"You okay, baby?"

Despite how Jenna was whispering, it sounded loud in the quiet room. You buried your face further into her shoulder, shaking your head no.

"Do you wanna move to the bed or stay down here?"

You shook your head no once again. You didn't want to move. You just wanted to stay like this forever.

She was silent, she didn't move or say anything. You started doubting your decision. What if she wanted to move? What if she was uncomfortable? The two of you hadn't moved in ages, what if she was hurting or-

"It's ok, we don't have to go anywhere," it was as if she could read your mind. Putting you at ease before your thoughts could eat you alive.

Before your mind could wander anymore, she shifted again, stealing your attention from any stray thoughts. With one arm she reached up to the bed behind her, grabbing one of the blankets and yanking it over the edge. The soft mass landed on the tops of your heads. It was only there for a second before Jenna pulled it down, wrapping it around your shoulders to keep the two of you warm.

Jenna grabbed the stethoscope, she took the two earpieces and gently set them over your ears. She grabbed the drum and put it under her shirt. It took a second, but the sound the Jenna's heartbeat quickly flooded your ears. It was quiet and calm, the familiar rhythm quickly putting you at ease.

It was sweet. The way Jenna just knew how to comfort you. Even on your worst days, she always knew what to say or do to get you feeling better. Anything and everything from midnight fast food runs to ice cream and movie nights, Jenna always made your days better.

“I love you; I’m always going to be here for you,” She kissed the top of your forehead before wrapping her arms around you, “Try and get some sleep, ok? I’m right here if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” it was barely even a whisper, you weren’t even sure if she had heard it. It didn’t really matter if she had or not, the way she held you in her arms told you everything you needed to know.

You would always be safe with her.

You drifted off to sleep with a smile as Jenna's soft heartbeat thumped away in your ears.

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

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deadlyashesart · 2 months

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Alastor's disappearance (Part 1)

Part 1 of a fanfiction I'm writing! There's not enough Rosie angst in this world so I have to do it myself. I've never written fanfiction before, by the way. Don't hurt me if it's bad LOL. I wanted to post this on AO3 but realized I didn't have an AO3 account and they said it might take me till April to get one and I don't wanna wait...

Based on a post I made yesterday.

Part 2

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It had been five months since Rosie had last seen her dear friend, Alastor. This wasn’t too out of the ordinary coming from the Radio Demon, but something deep in Rosie’s gut told her something was gravely wrong. Despite this, she had a colony filled with cannibals to feed, and couldn’t waste her time worrying about something as simple as a ‘gut feeling’.

Rosie sat at the front desk of Franklin and Rosie’s Emporium. It was a beautiful day—at least as beautiful as it got in Hell—and the emporium was packed. Rosie was aiding a customer, unaware her business partner was standing right behind her.

Franklin leaned in close. “Rosie, I believe you should step aside with me for a moment,” she whispered.

Rosie paused, turning her head slightly before bringing her attention back to the customer on the other side of the counter. “Mrs. Odette, I’m so sorry, but I must cut our consultation short. I insist you take my card and come back soon!” she said politely, handing the fellow cannibal her business card before waving a hand, gesturing for her to leave.

Rosie followed Franklin away from the crowd, every so often glancing back at the long line that waited for her return. “What is it, my dear? I’m quite busy.”

“It’s about Alastor. He’s gone missing,” Franklin answered abruptly. She spoke quietly as if exchanging top-secret information.

Rosie laughed, waving her hand dismissively. “Oh darling, don’t be so ridiculous!”

“I’m not! Everyone’s talking about it. He hasn’t been seen anywhere, and his radio show hasn’t been updated in weeks! You, of all people, should know how much he loves that show, he wouldn’t miss a day, at least without telling anyone!” Franklin went silent, and a thought crept into her head. “Oh, I wonder if he’s been killed..!”

Rosie’s eyebrows furrowed in worry. After a moment of thought, she spoke, “I’m sure he’s fine, darling.”

“I see… Very well then, I just wanted to let you know. I’m aware you two are very good friends.”

“Yes, and I’m certain he’s quite alright. He’s most likely just taking a break from the radio scene!” Rosie replied, knowing deep down that even she didn’t believe a word she was saying. “Besides, if he was killed, the murderer would’ve made a big show about taking down the mighty Radio Demon, would they not? As far as I know, that hasn’t happened yet!”

Franklin nodded softly. “You’re right, you’re right… If that had happened, we’d have something a lot worse to worry about.”

“Correct. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to attend to.” Rosie curtsied as a gesture of farewell before returning to the front desk of the emporium.

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Later that night, Rosie tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep. She couldn’t stop worrying about Alastor, just the thought of him brought an ache in her chest. After a while of fighting with her internal dialogue back and forth, she groaned in defeat. She sat up and reached for the small radio that was on her bedside table, a gift from Alastor to show his appreciation towards her. Her hands fiddled with the dials as she turned the frequency to Alastor’s radio show; There was nothing but static.

Rosie sighed, unsure why she thought that would work. He didn’t even broadcast this late at night. She was desperate. All she wanted to hear was her dear friend’s voice, so she could know he was alright, know if he was hurt, know if he was alive. She silently cursed Franklin’s name, frustrated with her putting the thought of Alastor’s death in her mind.

Rosie didn’t get any sleep that night. Or the next night, or the next.

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A few weeks passed, and she didn't get better. Franklin walked up to Rosie, handing her a cup of fresh coffee. “You look like hell, darling. Have you been getting any sleep?”

Rosie sat down on the couch, exhausted from her terrible sleep schedule. She took a huge sip of coffee, but that didn’t do much. “I’m fine, Franklin… I just… Would you mind taking the morning shift today?” She brought a hand to her head, feeling slightly lightheaded.

“Okay, I can do that! But you’re obviously not fine, dear. The bags under your eyes have gotten worse, this isn’t like you!”

Rosie’s eyes drifted toward the radio that was placed on the coffee table in front of her, and Franklin immediately connected the dots. “Oh, my dear, is this about Alastor’s disappearance?”

Rosie did not respond. Franklin sighed. She sat down next to her and slowly pulled her into a hug, and she could feel Rosie shiver as a lump caught in her throat.

“I don’t know where he could’ve gone… Maybe he is dead, Franklin,” Rosie mumbled, burying her face in her friend’s shoulder. “I don’t want to cry, I don't want to worry. He’d probably laugh if I did, but… Fuck, I miss him.”

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#radiorose #platonic radiorose #alastor and rosie #rosie and alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin rosie #hurt/comfort #angst

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reysdriver · 1 year

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Behind The Venue | J.P.

(part 1 to this fic) you discover rockstar!james is cheating on you through a fan's social media post — modern!rockstar!james x fem!reader angst

warnings: james being a cheater

words: 1k

warnings: umm just to let y'all know, a lot of my writing is gonna be angst for the time being cus i'm going through a breakup lol and also let me know if you want me to write a part 2 to this cus i can defo see it already

James was currently on tour with the boys; last night was Berlin, tonight was Vienna. Although you both wished you could join them as they visited almost every European capital, you couldn’t leave everything for two months.

Well, you could. James had made it clear you didn’t need to work, that he would buy you anything you ever needed or wanted, but you didn’t want to be completely dependent on him. So while he travelled all around the continent, you stayed home to wait tables and keep your flat warm.

But it wasn’t like you were completely away from your boyfriend for the whole time; you called each other every night—even the ones where the boys got blackout drunk in foreign hotels, and you constantly stayed updated on everything regarding the band.

The little bits of connection were how you found yourself on Austrian social media scouring the hashtags related to The Marauders. You scrolled through selfies of fans in front of the empty stage, waiting for the boys to start. Some people brought posters and gifts for them, which always made you smile. Some of the fans even mentioned you in their posts and you commented on a few of them, wishing them a fun time at the concert.

Then, you sent James a good luck text and went to make yourself dinner. You’ve learned that the best concert pictures and videos get posted a day or two after they’re taken, so you know you don’t need to stay online all night. Instead, you take your food to the couch and put on a movie while the concert hall in Vienna was electric with excitement.

Near the end of the second movie of the night, you almost fell asleep in your living room, but your heavy eyelids shot up at the feeling of your phone buzzing shamelessly against your thigh.

It had been going off periodically before, but the notifications increased exponentially in the last few minutes.

Although you were half-asleep, you couldn’t just let your phone explode with activity. Scary thoughts that something happened to James at the concert overtook your mind and you quickly reached for your phone while attempting to hope for the best.

It was about James, just not what you were expecting. Someone had caught a video of your boyfriend making out with Lily Evans, the lead singer of their opening band, outside behind the venue.

The clip was short but inarguable. That was obviously James and Lily, and there was no debate on what they were doing.

It showed them quickly, then the teenage girl who took the video flipped the camera to herself and said something in German. The only thing you could understand was your own name, and you weren’t sure you wanted to know what the rest meant.

The video was just posted, but it was already spreading. There were so many comments and reposts; everyone seemed to have something to say on the matter.

It ranged from ‘you should take this down, imagine how humiliating it is for (y/n)’ to ‘I mean, we’ve known this was coming lol look at their constant flirting’, and you weren’t sure what hurt more.

And even though every single take felt like a slap in the face, you kept scrolling through them all. You were careful not to interact with any of them so as to not encourage drama, but it seemed like the fans were doing fine on their own when it came to stirring the pot. Eventually, it just became all too much. You took a screenshot of one post and sent it to James.

But despite that, you weren’t staying up any longer. You shut off your phone, plugged it in across the room, and started getting ready for bed. You didn’t care if the only other thing to do was cry yourself to sleep, you weren’t spending any more time watching your boyfriend kiss his coworker.

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The night barely consisted of sleep. There were periods where you calmed down enough to sleep, but you woke up several times in a pool of emotions. You managed to stay asleep for long enough that you’d be adequately rested, and that was good enough for you.

When you opened your phone in the morning, you were sure that any limits to messages and mentions must have been hit. So not in the mood to hear anyone else’s opinions on your relationship, you didn’t even bother opening social media.

You saw that James had sent a string of texts and tried calling you several times, and your heart ached. He was the only person who you would listen to about this, but you didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. What could he say over the phone to fix this?

Then, as if on cue, your phone vibrated with an incoming call from him.

You were torn on what you should do. Answer and listen to him begging for forgiveness, decline and ignore everyone? If you answered and he asked for mercy, would you forgive him? You even thought about airing out all his secrets online in a petty act of revenge. But none of those really seemed like something you would want. In this fragile state, you wondered if anything could help.

Then your attention snapped back to the picture of him on your screen, letting you know he wanted to talk.

Compromising between all the ideas that had just been running through your head, you declined the call and opened your messages. ‘come back home and we’ll talk.’ was all you sent James before tossing your phone aside.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter imagine #james potter angst #rockstar!au #rockstar!james #rockstar!james potter #rockstar!marauders #marauders era #marauders angst #marauders au

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anadiluna · 5 months

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Serenity.

Bada Lee X fem reader.

Reader is the only female member of bts lol

Warnings: angst, fluff as hell, reader is problematic, drug use?¿

It's my first time posting on tumblr so I don't know how to write these warnings or whatever. I'm struggling to find where the hell I should put the title😭.

I looked so serene, my sleep figure rested on Bada's body, my face buried into her neck, she had her arms wrapped around me, her chin resting on the top of my head, eyes closed and a small smile on her lips, she also looked serene, I admired the picture for some moments, all kinds of good emotions twirling on my chest until something caught my attention, one of my arms rested on her waist and my hand was tugging the fabric of her hoodie as if I was scared that she would escape, I didn't remember doing that when I was woke.

Memories from my past relationship, fights about how emotionally dependent I was, his face contorting in a disgusted frown when I hugged him, suddenly my world was falling apart.

How could I be so desperate to be in her arms? A sense of shame hit my heart and my mind, the realization of everyone probably knowing that I loved her differently made me feel so ashamed, not because she is a woman, I would never feel ashamed of that, just being perceived as someone vulnerable was enough for me.

Moments traveled through my mind, I've been so clingy with her through the last months, I laughed too much, I hugged her too much, I showed all the feelings I wanted to show and didn't even realize, although she never rejected me or said anything bad, but rather happily accepted all of that, I couldn't let go of the feeling that I was probably suffocating her like this, I felt so bad, she probably felt disgusted just like him, right? She didn't say anything about it to not hurt me, she didn't say anything because she felt sorry for the girl who doesn't have anyone besides her members. I felt so disgusted with myself, I just wanted to bury myself alive so I could never bother her again.

The days went by and the rejection feeling I planted on my chest only grew, every time I was around her the feeling of wanting to be in her arms and hug her was terribly strong, but the shame I felt was bigger, and even when she hugged me I couldn't put my hands over hers like I always did.

"Why are you not hugging me anymore?", she said hugging me and leaning her head on my shoulders as we left the practice studio, her voice sounded hurt, but my mind wouldn't let me believe she was hurt.

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"Aren't you coming anymore?", she said over the phone, the background sounded noisy, and I could hear Lusher screaming a song in the karaoke room.

"I have to finish a song today, I'm sorry...", I wanted to be there, but I don't know, her friends are probably over me as much as she is.

"Okay, I think... good luck! Good night Harinnie.", she said sweetly but from her voice I could feel that she was quite hurt, again.

My mind was a mess, even if I knew that she was hurt by my actions I also thought she couldn't bear looking at my face.

"Good night.", I said turning off the call.

I looked beside my bed and saw the jar of pills prescribed by the psychiatrist, took more than I could in my hands, and chugged down with water hoping to sleep as fast as possible so I wouldn't have to deal with my emotions.

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"I have a deadline for a son..." Haerin tried to lie but she was cut before she could finish her sentence.

"HAERIN!", the smaller girl flinched at Bada's scream. "I'm sorry", Bada said touching her arm, Bada's voice echoed in her head, her sight was blurry, and she was completely drugged as a result of the pills she had been eating like candy every day for the last 3 weeks.

"Tell me what is happening, please.", Bada begged, her voice was sweet but hurt, the usual from the last days. "I cannot pretend everything's fine, you've been acting so different and...", she was teary-eyed and said her words in a choke. "You're hurting me", she sighned lowering her head, she didn't know what to do anymore, it seemed like suddenly Haerin didn't care about anything or anyone, she didn't talk or eat, she just followed her instructions like a robot, not showing any emotion. Bada had seen Haerin going through her ups and downs in their years of friendship, but nothing looked like this, her heart was scrunching and she felt like she lost Haerin forever, she was desperate to take her back to life.

Haerin did not know what to do, she didn't feel guilt or any sense of empathy, she just didn't feel anything.

"When I look at you, I can't even recognize your eyes...", Haerin's eyes normally had the prettiest sparkle looked opaque, the bags under her eyes were in a weird red tone, realization hit Bada, she remembered the fight she overhead one day, where Namjoon was screaming at Haerin for taking more pills than she should. She could almost hear Namjoon's angry statement.

"Look at you, you don't even look like yourself.".

Bada got up and took Haerin's bag, the girl was too slow to react, as expected. She found the guilty, a jar of medicine almost empty.

"That's what you've been doing? That's why you're acting like that, right?", Bada almost screamed, anger and sadness filling her heart at the thought of Haerin drugging herself, her eyes filled with tears, she tried to hold back but it was too much.

"Why did you do that? What is happening?", she asked again but it was hopeless to try and talk to Haerin at that moment, and even if she was angry she understood why Haerin couldn't just talk when facing her downs.

"I don't know... I'm sorry Bada.", Haerin whispered, her eyes looked so empty, so vain, yet she was so vulnerable.

When Bada heard her saying her name all the anger left her body leaving her only with sadness, the tears made their way down her cheeks, she tried not to sob but it was impossible, she knew Haerin just needed someone to understand her.

"I'll take you home, you're gonna stop doing that, I'll be by your side all of the time, and when you get better we'll talk, okay?". Bada wrapped her arms around Haerin's body, she knew Haerin was basically the personification of the side effects of being drugged and that her actions weren't matching her intentions, but still hurt her deeply when Haerin didn't hug her back. "You're gonna be okay. We'll be okay.".

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The sea waves break in front of us, and our skin is not burned by the sun but rather caressed by the cold, humid wind. The pain in my heart seems to get even worse when I realize I have nowhere to escape, I owe satisfaction to her, the person who laughs with me in the good moments also wants to cry with me in the sad ones.

"I am the problem, these feelings come and go like waves, they invade my heart and mind intensively as if I'm drowning, until the despair of trying to breathe stops, and suddenly I can breathe underwater, but the burning pain of being filled with salt water stays.", the weight on my shoulders feels less heavy, but now she's just like the last people who loved me and left me, now she knows my downs, I showed to her how messed up I am and everything will start to break in front of my eyes until the day she will disappear.

Her eyes were full of worry, her eyebrows slightly furred, and a small pout on her lips. "I know you hate to show vulnerability and I'm sorry that I forced you to do that, but Haerinnie...", she turned her body to me and intertwined our fingers. "I love you so much. I want to be the person who you will be sincere with, I want you to feel at home when you're with me as much as I feel when I'm with you.", her eyes were teary and her nose a bit red by the cold, the wind made her strands of hair loosen and perfectly flow like waves, she looked like the agitated sea in front of us, the most beautiful mess I've ever seem.

I wanted to say I was a mess and that if she kept seeing how broken I was she would get tired and soon leave, but she would say it's not true, she would promise to never leave me and I would believe with all of my heart, thinking I finally found someone, but as the years go by and time passes destiny would show me I was wrong for the thousandth time, and I would be alone again.

"I'm sorry for making you go through this hell, I will never do this again, I hate hurting you."

Warm tears kept streaming down my cheeks while I sobbed desperately but silently, that pain was too much to bear, watching everything happen again was breaking every piece of my soul and I felt so hopeless.

"My baby...", she said in a choke, she sounded so hurt by just seeing me like that, I can't believe I've done this to her.

"I'm sorry.", I looked down, hands on my head as I colored her blue.

She carefully pulled me into a hug, touching me as if I could break at any moment, my head rested in between her neck and chest, and my tears soaked her skin and shirt. I could feel her shoulders shaking and her uneven breath, her soft cheeks resting on the side of my head as quiet sobs left her lips.

After some moments we both calmed down and all we could hear was the sea waves breaking on the coast.

"Look at me, Haerinnie.", she whispered.

I didn't want to, I felt too ashamed for putting her in that position, for making her cry so much about things she didn't even know.

I hugged even tighter, hiding my face deeper on her neck. A small giggle left her lips making my heart feel a bit warmer.

"Please baby, I want to say something to you.", she said with her lips almost inside my ear, making me laugh and slightly pull away from her by the agonizing sensation.

Our gazes met, she admired me with a loving smile on her lips while caressing my cheeks and fixing my hair. My eyes still glint with nervousness but I could not help but smile at the sight, my hands gently caressed her wrists.

"I am so lucky to have you, you're my favorite person in the world.", she pulled my face closer and gave small pecks on my cheeks.

I pouted at her statements, how can someone be so easy to love? How can someone be so sincere like that? It felt like my heart was melting in my chest.

"I love you so so much.", I made sure to look at her eyes while saying it so she could feel my sincerity as much as I felt hers.

Her smile widened and her eyes had so much emotion. "I love you more Harinnie, my Harinnie.", her arms wrapped around me and she pulled me into one more bear hug, inhaling my scent as she shrugged her face in my shoulders.

While feeling the warmth of being loved I could not help but think about the impact she has on me. I was feeling so down, so desperate, and hopeless for so many days and then she pulled me out of this as if my bad thoughts didn't have any meaning, making me feel so loved, with such eagerness to live life, this never happened before, no one ever had this power over me, her way of thinking and dealing with life was changing me to someone who could be better to myself, the world hasn't been the same since I was met with her happiness.

#bada lee imagine #bada lee fanfiction #bebe #bada lee fic #bada lee x y/n #bada one shot #bada fanfic #bada smut #lee bada #bada lee swf2 #Spotify

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heavenlybutler · 2 years

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loving you will be the death of me

pairing: austin!elvis x reader

summary: you catch elvis cheating but you let your love for him overpower your common sense so you stay. you stay and give him the opportunity to change but he never does so you have to force yourself to leave.

warnings: angst, mentions of sex, cheating, think that’s all.

note: the only thing that comes easy to me when writing is angst so i apologize that it is 90% of my page. i think it’s easier for me to write about because i’ve only ever been in toxic relationships lol. sorry about how short this is, just wanted to post something while i’m working on the second part of it’s always been you. i wrote this while in a rush but hopefully it doesn’t suck.

elvis had been coming home later and later every night. he never knew you’d be awake when he crawled into the bed at such hours.

at first, you believed him when he told you he was just drinking and blowing off steam with friends. you never really questioned it until one morning you discovered that to be false, rolling over to find elvis sleeping peacefully with a lipstick print on his neck.

you had played it off as if you never saw it, like a complete and total fool. you pushed it to the back of your mind and pretended it never happened because you were such a fool for him. you tried to convince yourself that maybe it was a one time thing.

but elvis then started staying out all night, not coming home until the sun was rising and you were already up for the day. he’d crash in the bed as soon as he arrived home, not even giving you so much as a glance. by the time he woke up, he’d be straight out of the door again. the two of you barely had conversations anymore, barely even had physical contact.

in the beginning, you tried to defend his actions in your own head. maybe it’s my fault, you thought to yourself because that’s how much of a fool you were for him. the man was breaking your heart into pieces but still your thoughts defended him.

after months of that same mindset and the same actions from elvis, you finally came to the scary realization that this cycle would never stop. but still, being the idiot in love that you were, you gave him one last chance.

you stayed up all night, waiting for him to come home but when the sun began to rise and elvis wasn’t home, you began to pack.

you pulled out three large suitcases that were in the back of elvis’ closet and laid them out on the floor. you neatly placed your clothes in them at first so you could fit as much as possible but you quickly realized you couldn’t stuff four years worth of things in three suitcases. so you began packing the more important and sentimental items.

you let the emotions you had been holding in for months release as you picked up the photo of you and elvis from his side table. the picture was from the first date you had ever went on, you looked up at elvis as if he was already your whole world.

you gently placed it into a suitcase before heading to the bathroom to gather your necessities from there. your heart skipped a beat when you heard the bedroom door open, but you kept your eyes on the bathroom counter. you knew the second you looked at him you would crumble.

“honey, what is this mess?” elvis nonchalantly called out to you when he saw the clothes and suitcases stirred all over the floor. you ignored him as you kept frantically shoving things into your makeup bag.

elvis walked over to the bathroom door seeing you in a frenzy, “y/n, what in the hell are you doing?”

your eyes stuck like glue to the floor as you walked past him, your shoulder brushing his when you did. elvis followed you to the suitcases on the floor as you fell onto your knees to start zipping one of them up.

“speak to me god damnit!” elvis suddenly yelled which almost made you jump out of your skin. elvis didn’t notice the tears that were streaming down your face until you looked up to him.

“i’m leaving,” you stated in a calm matter. in that moment, you knew you should have never looked at him. the expression that came upon his face from your words made you want to stop what you were doing… but you couldn’t, everything about the situation was too far gone.

elvis chuckled under his breath as if you were joking, “what in the hell are you doin’ all this for?” he couldn’t believe what was happening.

you looked up to him with a look of disgust plastered on your face, “don’t act like you don’t have a damn clue.”

in that moment, elvis knew that you knew but he didn’t want to believe that. he never meant for things to continue on this long with the woman he had been seeing. at first the only reason he was seeing her was too simply get away from all of commotion in his life. elvis didn’t like to be vulnerable or weak around anyone but through the years you witnessed many of his lowest moments… the lowest being the loss of his mother which you never left his side by.

elvis felt as if he lost his masculine role to you. he though you no longer looked at him as the strong and protective man he was when the two of you first met. he thought you must’ve looked at him as if he was less of a man and more of a weakling after watching him fall apart for years. the woman he had been seeing knew nothing about him but you, you knew everything about him. the woman had never seen him break into pieces or seen his vulnerable side… to her, he was simply just a man and elvis adored that.

elvis was in complete shock, “darlin’, stop… i ain’t-”

“you’re not stopping me,” you cut him off, not wanting to hear the bull shit lies he was about to tell.

elvis shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, “you ain’t leavin’ me, y/n...”

elvis knew how much you loved him deep down, how much you fawned over him. he figured if you ever found out about the cheating, he could apologize and you would forgive him right away… because only you loved him that deeply. but if you had known about this for months, he knew it might be too far gone so he had to do something. he began pulling the neatly packed clothes out of your suitcase and throwing them all over the room.

“stop!” you shouted but elvis didn’t seem to care or listen as he threw more and more out of your bags. “you haven’t paid any mind to me in months! i might as well be a damn ghost here so why the hell do you decide to care now?”

“now you know that ain’t true, y/n,” elvis spoke softly, knowing your words were true but he had to at least try to repair all of the damage he had done.

“when’s the last time we had a conversation that lasted longer than five minutes? when’s the last time you kissed me? i don’t mean those damn one second pecks… hell elvis, when’s the last time we’ve had sex?”

elvis was speechless, he knew the woman had distracted him from you but not this much.

“you haven’t even told me you loved me in months…” you choked out, “you used to tell me every single day…”

“i do love you, baby… i’ve just been busy and-“ elvis started to defend himself but in his heart he knew that there was no repairing the pain he had caused you.

“busy?” you exclaimed, “cut the bullshit, elvis! busy fucking another woman?” you finally stood up off of the ground.

“i…”

“don’t you dare try to lie to me!” you screamed and cried loud enough that you were red in the face.

there was almost no chance of elvis saving this and he knew that when he asked, “how long have you known?”

“months… but i stuck around waiting… just waiting for you to change, just waiting for a lightbulb to go off in your head… but it never did. i’m such a fucking idiot…”

“don’t say that, baby,” elvis spoke softly as he walked closer to you but you backed away. you knew the second he touched you that you would melt right under him. “i can change. i promise i can. just give me one more chance, please,” elvis begged with teary eyes.

elvis meant every word, he had finally realized what he had done. he had hurt the only person who truly knew the real him, the only person who truly loved the real him.

“i’m tired of waiting on you, elvis- i’m done. i’m done waiting on you…”

“but baby-“ elvis started to protest but you cut him off.

“you know, all you had to do was love me. was that so fucking hard?”

“i do love you, baby! i’ve loved you since the day i met you!”

all you could to respond was shake your head, you knew if he loved you that he would never have treated you this way.

“i can’t do this…” you mumbled before running out of the shared bedroom. you didn’t care about getting any of your things, you could get them at a later time when elvis wasn’t there… but you couldn’t listen to anymore of the lies that came from the lips that used to kiss you to sleep every night. your vision was blurred from tears as you ran down the stairs but elvis’ words stopped you in your tracks.

“you don’t love me?” elvis asked but it sounded like more of a statement to you.

you whipped your head around quickly, your mouth falling open from his words.

elvis in fact knew that you loved him… but he used that to his favor.

elvis continued from the top of the staircase, “if you loved me, you’d stay…”

all those words did was make you finally snap.

“you think i don’t fucking love you, elvis?” you shouted as you walked back up the stairs, getting closer to him by the second. “don’t you think if i didn’t love you i would have left a long fucking time ago? do you think i’ve cried myself to sleep every single night because i don’t love you? i’ve blamed myself for your wrong doings! you don’t get to tell me i don’t love you, elvis!” you pushed his chest when you finally met him at the top of the stairs.

never in elvis’ life did he think you’d ever abandon him but reality finally hit him… elvis sank down to his knees, begging at your feet, the epitome of vulnerability… “if you love me…,” elvis gulped as he looked up to your sad eyes, “you’ll stay…”

as you watched tears slowly leave the blue eyes you had fell in love with all those years ago, all you wanted to do was sink down next to him and hold him… comfort him until the tears were gone, but he wasn’t yours to console anymore.

“elvis, i love you so much that i feel as if it’s killing me everyday,” you choked out, “but i’m afraid if i don’t leave, loving you will be the death of me… i can’t do it anymore. ”

#austin butler fic #austin butler elvis #elvis movie #elvis x reader #austin x reader #elvis austin butler #elvis presley #elvis imagine #austin butler #austin butler smut #elvis presley fic #elvis biopic

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captain-mj · 1 year

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I love you stuff it’s all so good!

Would you be willing to do a graves x price where price finally finds Shepard and graves is there too so Shepard thinks it’s 2v1 with graves on his side but nah bc price treats graves right? Only if you want to! No rush or pressure just an idea.

Have a great New Years and save travels (if ur traveling lol) <3

This happened right after this post because I love continuity. Also happy New Years!

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Price woke up and felt a weight on him immediately. He relaxed when he saw the soft blond hair, slightly singed on the ends from the fire.

Graves’s head was on his chest, holding him loosely around his waist. He was a quiet sleeper and luckily didn’t drool on him. When sleeping, he looked angelic. Not at all the little bastard Price knew him to be.

With a sigh, because fuck he did not want to deal with his team right now, he pulled himself out of Graves’s embrace. Hickeys. Bites. Handprints. It looked like Graves had been in and lost a fight. Every inch of his back and his thighs had some marking on them.

Price couldn’t tell if he felt a bit guilty or proud of that.

Graves didn’t wake up, so he left quietly. He turned around and...

“Did you guys wait here all night?”

“Ghost has been lying and saying things and we just want you to confirm them.” Gaz stood up tall. “Did you.... yo.... did you...”

“Did you fuck Graves?” Soap looked exhausted. His accent coming out thick. “Ghost is saying with his super hero,” Simon rolled his eyes, “he could hear you guys. I said, based on the screams, it was clear you were torturing him for information.”

“No. We fucked. I feel bad for all of you guy’s partners.” Price brushed past them. “We’re not talking about this right now though, we need to deal with Shepherd.”

Ghost fell into step beside him, forcing everyone else to walk behind him thanks to how narrow the hallways were. Alejandro was cursing a bit, but no one pushed, letting him start the meeting.

“Graves told me where Shepherd is, along with how many men he probably has. Apparently we killed quite a bit more than we thought. The shadows are down half their men.”

“And he told you during pillow talk or something?” Rodolfo crossed his arms.

“No. You don’t want to know. So anyway, as I was saying.” He moved right on by that, going over everything he knew.

“Will be heading to the coordinates at 0200. Should be dark which will cover our tracks.”

They all stared at him.

“I will give you five minutes to ask him a couple of questions.”

“Why?”

“He’s hot. Next questions.”

“He’s a bad guy.”

“Not a question, but he had proof Shepherd was keeping things from him. He wasn’t aware of a lot of things going on.”

“Will he be staying?”

“Don’t know. He is a war criminal but we’re all war criminals. Trying to figure that out.”

“Does this make him the team’s stepdad?” Ghost asked, clearly trying not to laugh.

“Yes. Anyway that’s enough questions.” Price answered as seriously as he could, watching everyone start to panic.

He left the room and went straight back to his bedroom. It would be smart to try to sleep some more, but the idea made him restless. Insomnia and sleep deprivation were just part of the job.

Graves had woken up, still in just Price’s shirt. He only moved when Price came in.

“Wasn’t sure if I should leave the bed.” He looked up at him, eyes soft and lips almost pouting.

“I’m sorry for last night.”

“Oh, its fine I deserved it.” Graves rushed to reassure him, still desperate for forgiveness. His hands were on Price’s chest and he looked so damn soft.

“Not the sex part.” Price laughed a little, patting his face. He saw Graves visibly relax. “I didn’t take care of you afterwards. I’m better than that. Lot of those bites need to be attended to.”

“It’s fine. Usually fix myself up anyway. Just... couldn’t walk last night to do it.” Graves looked a bit flustered.

Price shook his head and helped him up, noticing how bad the limp was. He helped him to the bathroom and started to disinfect anything that needed it. Graves didn’t have any bruising on his face, but around his throat, it was rather bad. Price could make out each of his own fingers from where he had choked him. He touched it gently.

“It’s fine. Don’t worry. Doesn’t hurt to breath or swallow. Already tested it.”

Price nodded and helped him get some pants on. Graves almost melted into the contact, pressing against his hands. He was a bit like a cat, needing all the affection he could get.

“Did I hurt you last night?” Price mumbled, pulling him to his chest. Graves looked surprised.

“Sir, I’ve handled being tortured. I can handle being slapped around during sex.”

“Yes, but did I hurt you?”

Graves frowned, thinking over what he was saying. “I agreed to everything, Ca- John. I... wanted anything from you I could get...” He sounded small, gently fixing Price’s shirt where it had gotten wrinkled. “What do you want from me, sir? I don’t regret any of it. Would go through it again if it meant I could have this morning. I... enjoyed a lot of it. It was a bit more than I usually handle in one night, but the majority of it is stuff I do.”

Price accepted that.

The majority of the day was spent with Graves telling him anything he thought could be useful. Every habit of every guard he could think of. What he thought the schedules would be. Everything.

Price thanked him. “You’re obviously staying here.”

“i could help.”

“Phillip. No one here trusts you.”

Graves stared at him for a moment. “Except you, right? You trust me?”

Price sighed. “To an extent.” Graves was careful. Didn’t show any outward sign of being upset, even though Price could tell he was.

“Understood.”

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Yeah, it surprised absolutely no one that Graves found a way to get there. Price cursed himself for not being more careful. Maybe he should’ve tied him up before they left.

Regardless, he had his gun trained on Shepherd and Shepherds on him. They both looked at Graves and Price felt his stomach sinking.

He should’ve killed him.

Shepherd smiled. “Go ahead, John. Put the gun down. You’re outnumbered.”

Graves pulled the hammer back on his gun, but it was aimed at the General. His hands shook slightly, but he stood still.

“You’re a fucking asshole.” He hissed out. “You’re the one that’s outnumbered.”

Price stared at Graves, almost forgetting he was in a standoff.

“What? Commander, get your head out of your ass.”

“Shut up. Shut. Up.” Graves stiffened. “I’m not a Commander anymore. Thanks to you. Thanks to what you did, I lost half my people.”

“Casualties happen.”

“You don’t set kindling on fire and act surprised when it burns. You sent us all there to die.” Graves was bordering on hysterics, hands shaking harder. Price kept his gun steady for the both of them, waiting. Just waiting for the moment.

Shepherd went to point his gun at Graves and Price shot straight through him, putting several rounds in his chest.

Graves backed up a step, watching the General crumble. He let out a soft breath.

“I wanted to help take him down. Wanted... for my men, ya know?”

Price went straight for him, pulling him close. He hugged him tight, probably too tight.

“Hey... I’m okay, Captain.” Graves looked up at him. “I’m fine.”

Price nodded, still holding him rather close. “If they ask, you shot him. Okay?”

‘What? Why?”

“Builds trust.”

#cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #Phillip graves #John Price #Captain John Price #Price x Graves #Graves x Price

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1leeknower · 1 year

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...Sorry I didnt kiss you, but its obvious i wanted to, [...], I do anything for you, but would you do that for me too?...

⏤͟͟͞͞ Lee Know x Male reader

angst!

Part 1 here

(this is short, but i wanted to post this one as soon as possible so i could start working on the next chapter, this somehow turned into a series lol)

Minho was asleep on his bed, his soft snores could be heard from where you sat, looking through the window, analysing each car that passed by. You found yourself thinking about Lino again. Random stuff hidden deep down in your head, stuck in your throat, rambles no one will ever hear.

How you wish you could make him laugh, like he did when he was around jisung, but you knew you could never, because you were aware of how many problems you had brought to lino, it was never planned to be like this, actually, you started to hang with minho, when you got transferred to his school around 9th grade.

You were immediately hypnotized by how stunning he looked, your plan was to just make out with him at some point, and then never talk about it again, but as time went by you found yourself falling for him, actually liking his company, it didnt seem different for him. That made you step back, deciding to not ruin your friendship, instead you just slept around, not even noticing how lino actually felt.

He felt somewhat betrayed, but why should he? he wasnt your boyfriend after all, yet Lino thought that his company was all you needed, i mean, after all, hes still the one who you open to, hes your shoulder to cry on, but why youre never there when he wakes up? why are you never lovely smilling at him? why do you tell you love him, yet never made him yours? he's tired of seeing the empty space on "your" side of his bed, tired of never being able to stay in a relationship cause all he could think about was you, Not once did he made this mistake, he never got slightly romantically close to a women, cause he knew it would be nothing like you, so he went after men, even then it could never be like you, he could never get a boyfriend cause he always moaned your name, or said your name while talking to his exes it was clear who he wanted. Yet you still didnt know.

Dont blame him, you weren't always like this, it seems like you got lost at some point, maybe Minho could help you fix it, but only help, this was between you and yourself, you had to fix it. Minho knew you could do it, but you didnt.

Or did you? Were you just pretending, so you wouldn't have to deal with the awkwardness that it would be to reject your best friend? Not having answers killed Minho, he wanted to ask you about everything he needed to know, but he was scared he might lose you.

You licked two of your fingers and put out the cigarette with them, putting the cigarette on your pocket, you didnt want to make lino's house dirty, even if it was the smallest piece of dust, You were already being a burden, you didnt want to make it worse.

You got up as soon as you saw the sun beginning to rise, walking to the living room, careful not to wake minho up, you didnt even get to close your eyes the whole night. After heading out of his room, you took one last look a Minho's sleeping form, taking in how peaceful he looked, Lino was an angel on earth.

You took your coat from where it sat on the couch, you had left it there last night. It didnt feel right to take it with you, cause it seemed like it was part of linos house, like a piece of you was with him, it was your scent on a house full of minho's, you loved his perfume, but mixed with yours?? it was pure perfection.

This thought made you hesitate, should you leave? or should you rest beside minho, fill the empty space on his bed, make breakfast with him, laugh with him, be happy with him. The thought of minho's eyes being the first thing you saw by the morning felt so good, it made you warm, it's been so long since you felt that way.

You and Lino always got along so well, like milk and cookies, they are good by themselves, but much better together. Of course you and lino had other friends, but nothing was like the two of you, the world seemed to stop when you were with minho, as if you two had your own little world, it was cute.

Then you remembered, all of that was left behind, you didnt have sleepovers anymore, you didnt have to worry about his parents walking in while the two of you were laughing and playing games when you were supposed to go to sleep, to get up for school early, you werent like milk and cookies anymore, the world you two built was starting to fall down, tearing apart slowly, and you two were only watching, as if you couldn't do anything about it, did you not care anymore? was it all worthless? did it ever mean something to any of you two?

Even though the two of you have never been together romantically, it felt like a divorced couple that cant help, but get pulled to each other, the thought of being alone being unbearable, but getting hurt every second together. You missed the days where anyone could swear he was your loving boyfriend.

Minho opened his eyes, looking around the room, searching for your eyes. He was eager to go to the living room when he saw you werent anywhere on his bedroom, hoping that you were still there, maybe you slept on the couch? but as soon as he got there he could hear the front door closing, you were gone. again.

Lino took a deep breath, and leaned against the wall, he wanted you back, but not as a friend, maybe he should be grateful you were still talking to him, and stop being so ambitious, you werent even close friends anymore, how could you ever be his lover?

#mlm #fanfiction #male reader #lee know x male reader #skz x male reader #stray kids x male reader #lee minho x male reader #top male reader #▪️Punkz writing ⛓️#angst!

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carcarcraziiv2 · 5 months

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The Woman with the Pink Hair (P. 4, 5, 6)

Here is a continuation of the Woman with the Pink Hair!

This is a Vi x Fem! Reader fanfiction.

I will post this gradually, maybe once or twice a week until it is fully out! (If you are impatient, you can view it on my Wattpad-> @DatBishCar)

Please note that this is the first piece I wrote after a HEFTY (I mean years long) hiatus from writing.

P.S. Lowkey I KNOW there's a bunch of shit I could fix in here to make it better due to my practice over the past year or so, but I just... I'm so lazy rn LOL. Anyhoooooo....

ALSO- here are the TW for you lovelies! (This is for the WHOLE SERIES)-

Violence, mental illness, oral sex, dominant tendencies, torture, kidnapping, plotting?... lowkey there's probably more but you should get the gist here, AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK ILY<3

READ PART ONE, TWO, AND THREE HERE-> https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/737189248110821376/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-1-2-3?source=share

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PART FOUR: An Artist's Eye

The next day has arrived. You shoot up from bed in the morning, as you hadn't set an alarm and you were worried you may have missed Vi coming over. You looked at your clock and it read 10:30. The streetlight was shining through the window of your room, as there was no sunlight down in the under city, and you could see the dust floating about from you jerking out of bed. You rubbed your head slightly, feeling a little hungover from the previous night's expenditures, but not too bad.

Letting your hand caress from your hair down to your lips, you brushed over them. Remember the sweet kisses that lingered there. TWICE. Two times Vi had kissed you. You swooned and fell backward into your previous position, moving your hand from your lips, down your chest and stomach. You reached your waistline, feeling heat in your cheeks as you thought about Vi, when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

You jerked out of your moment, flustered. "One second!" You called out, hopping off the bed and stumbling as you grabbed your pants off of the floor and threw them on. You ran to the door, peaking out of the peephole to see dark pink hair and those blue eyes looking right back at you. Unlocking the door and opening it quickly, the girl stepped back for a moment before smiling.

"Well, good morning sweet stuff." Vi giggled. "Did I wake you?"

"Good morning! No actually I just woke up before you knocked... why?" You smiled back, moving out of the way and motioning for her to come in. As she walked in, she looked over at you and made a signal about her hair. It took you a moment, and you realized what she meant. You probably had a rat's nest on top of your head. Blushing, you rushed over to the mirror by your vanity and grabbed your hair tools. "Well, I mean I really just woke up before you knocked" you laughed shyly. You tossed your hair into your signature style, an easy go to do that you rocked nearly every day. Turning back around, you find the woman sitting on a chair that sat next to your art easel. You snagged a small stool you had under your vanity and pulled it over near her and sat as well.

"So," you started "Do you want to see my stuff?" pointing at your boxes near the easel.

Vi smirked. "Do I want to see your stuff? I guess you could say that." Her eyes drifted from your toes up to your eyes, caressing your body with their movement. "You could say that."

You rolled your eyes, understanding her innuendo and shook your head slightly. "Idiot, you know what I meant." You slapped her shoulder. Getting up, you waltzed over to where the box sat on the floor beside it. Opening the box, you pulled out a large black sketchbook, as well as some canvases. You had just placed the black sketchbook in the box after finishing the last piece a few days prior.

You turned the canvases over and showed her them one by one. She oo'd and ahh'd at them as you went through. You painted many different things, such as landscapes, mystical creatures, and people. A lot of times, your art revolved around the places that you had been to in the past. About finished showing the canvases, Vi pointed down to the black sketchbook on the floor beside you.

"What's in there?" She questioned, leaning over and grabbing it for herself. You almost instinctively snagged it out of her hands but decided that you didn't mind if she looked. To your horror, she turned to the back page almost immediately, rather than starting from the front.

"Whoa..." Vi stated, tilting her head slightly as if to get a better look. You knew exactly the page she had turned to. It was a scene you did the day after the first time you "met" her, A.K.A the time you saw her beat up 3 grown men.

You had used pastels and recreated the scene as you remembered it, from your perspective. You made the men look weak and made Vi look strong. Light shown down directly onto her from a streetlamp above and made her look like an angel, almost. Vi looked from the paper, and up at you. Your eyes were wide.

"Uhh," You muttered, "I drew that before we met properly..."

"This is...." She paused, and your heart stopped. "Amazing!" You instantly sighed with relief, letting out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"I'm glad you like it," You smiled victoriously, placing your fists at your waist.

You got up and walked over to the small shelf near your bed. Living in a studio apartment, all of your things were kind of everywhere, but you did not mind. "This," you said picking up a clean looking book, "Is my new sketchbook. would you like to see what I drew last night?"

Vi looked shocked, admittedly probably due to the fact that you were quite inebriated last night, and she didn't think you would have drawn anything other than a bath after getting home. Regardless, she nodded. You walked over to her and opened the very first page of the sketchbook.

"It's not quite done, but here it is," handing the book over to here, you smiled slightly while blushing. The picture below was of Vi, from your point of view sitting at the bar you had gone to the night prior. You had paid close attention to all of the details of her appearance, already planning on drawing her while you were there. It was mainly her side profile but caught certain parts that you found wonderful and interesting like her VI tattoo and the gear on the side of her neck. You even remembered the hoop earrings that sat on her ears.

"You drew this last night?" she said, her mouth agape. "That is amazing!". Without warning, she set the book down and quickly leapt off the chair, engulfing you in a quick hug where you stood. You staggered back a step before steadying yourself and returning the embrace. Vi broke away and you replied.

"Thank you."

The rest of the afternoon, the two of you discussed different things such as your hobbies and passing time. You and Vi decided that you would meet again the next week when you had a day off and parted ways.

This time, she didn't kiss you. You were disappointed, but none the less felt wonderful about the day you had had.

PART FIVE: Passing Time

Over the next week, you spent a lot of time doing the things you normally do. Drawing, going on walks, but one thing on your mind was a new addition to the constants- Vi. She was so wonderful, you didn't understand it, but you felt like you had a connection with her that you had never had with anyone else. You weren't obsessed or anything like that, but you were definitely struck with what felt like a heart wrenching teenage crush.

You had been stewing in your thoughts the last few days. Although it wasn't your intention and you were sure you were still going to see her later that week, you were worried that perhaps she didn't actually like you like that. You were concerned because each time you spent time together, she appeared to be thinking of something, or someone, else. It's not like you own her, though, so you didn't think much of it as it was happening. Now however, you can't help your thoughts straying to those scenarios.

What if she has a girlfriend?

What if she doesn't even want to be like that with anyone?

You shrugged off those thoughts for the time being. It was Monday and you had already gone to work, drudging through old boxes that had new loot in them for the shelves of the shop. Your boss, Eddie, always got his stuff in mysterious ways but you were not too clueless as to how he may obtain them. Simple, he hired people to steal from topsiders and bring their little trinkets and nick-knacks down here. Something that normally people wouldn't find down here. One may be surprised how well simple things like gadgets and figurines sell in a place like this. Likely, people are just looking for a lick of simplicity in such a seemingly sour place.

Nothing out of the ordinary or exciting happened at work that day, so the day dredged on and on until finally you were able to go home. You waved goodbye to Eddie and his stubbly face gave a grunt and a little nod in response.

"See you tomorrow," you muttered. You weren't really in the mood to sound happy and nice today. Different than your usual, you just wanted to go home and take a bath in the old grungy bathtub in your studio. You grabbed your brown saggy backpack from behind the front counter and threw it over your shoulder leaving one strap hanging behind your back. Your hand pushed open the front door and you let it close naturally behind you as you walked through. Turning to your right, you started your journey under the small bridge that went over head a few feet forward. Reaching the other side of the underside of the bridge, you suddenly felt a presence beside you.

You turned your head quickly to your left and see a young woman. She had blue hair that was very very long and braided into two braids that nearly reached her knees. She was a pretty girl, but she looked very tired, and you couldn't help but feel the strange aura wafting off of her.

"Hey there, toots," she smiled over to you, tilting her head ever so slightly to the right. Her smile didn't reach her eyes and you felt a ping of panic in your chest, although you couldn't pinpoint why.

"Uh, hi?" You responded cautiously. She looked familiar, but you weren't exactly sure why. "Do you need something?" The words came out of your mouth a little more harshly than you intended, and the girl next to you shot her hands up in defense.

"Whoa, I'm just looking to make a new friend. Something wrong with that?" Her hands lowered and crossed over her chest. All the while, the two of you were still walking. You stopped abruptly, and she stopped a few steps ahead and looked back at you.

"Oh, I- I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling a bit ashamed that you had reacted so harshly. You felt a blush creep up into your cheeks and you continued. "Um, I'm (Y/N), what's your name?". Slowly, your feet started to continue their trek but silently you decided that you weren't going to go home with this girl on your heels. You didn't know why, but that didn't feel like a very smart idea.

Unbeknownst to you, she already knew where you lived, where you worked, and who your recent company was. In fact, she knew very well.

"Y/N... I like that name!" She smiled and clapped her hands together quickly. "My names Jinx. I'm usually a loner, but I saw you walking by and thought 'gee, she looks like she needs a friend!'" You grimaced at her words; did you really look that lonely?

You nod solemnly, and then sigh. Deciding to ignore the internal battle of instinct within you, you turned your lips into a grin and reached a hand over to her. You both stopped and she grabbed it in hers and shook it vigorously for a few seconds.

"Good to meet you, Jinx. Do you want to grab something to eat?"

-- VI's POV --

Vi had been working on some things throughout the day, mainly mending relationships she had had down here before everything happened. She wanted to try and produce a sense of normalcy for herself, even though it didn't seem like that was possible. Today she had been gathering the gumption to return to the places her, Jinx, Ekko, Claggor and Mylo used to play and hangout as children. She missed the ways things were but understood even if the events that pursued hadn't happened, things would still have been different than they were when they were children. That's what happens, people grow up.

Vi roughly passed her hand through her greasy hair. She hadn't showered in a few days. Hell, she didn't really even have a home down here anymore. Mostly she spent her time awake and about, finding "safe" places to sleep when she felt she needed rest. Vi was on the way to a small tavern style restaurant that had recently opened near where she met y/n. She wasn't trying to be creepy but couldn't help but feel a ping of excitement in her stomach when she thought of the possibility of seeing her before their next planned date.

Was it a date, though? Vi thought. Maybe she isn't even interested in me like that. She thought back on the few experiences she had with y/n. Ha, ya right. I saw the way she squirmed when I kissed her. The way her eyes became hooded when we were close. Her little breaths were so fucking cute when she was flustered.

Vi giggled to herself, reaching the front of the new restaurant. She opened the glass door, a little bell ringing to signify a new customer entering the establishment. A little woman rushed over to her, grabbing a menu from a makeshift host table near the door.

"How many?" the woman says breathily. She was very short, her red curly hair caressing her face. The hair failed to hide the slight fear that appeared on her face. Vi did that to people, made them scared. Must be her aura, or the fact that she just looks like a certified badass one hundred percent of the time.

"Just me," Vi shrugged slightly, her hands were in her pockets which caused them to raise slightly. The hostess turned around and signaled with her hand at Vi to follow. She led her to the bar and sat the menu on the counter. Smart girl, Vi thought. She can tell I need a drink.

The server left, and Vi took the opportunity to check out the menu and order a drink. After ordering from the bartender, she looked around the establishment. She took in the decor trying to figure out what kind of place this will be. It felt very... safe somehow. She liked it. As she scanned the area, she stopped dead in her tracks about three quarters of the way to a full three sixty.

At a table on the other side of the room y/n was smiling at a server who was presumably asking her how things were and all that classic server shit. Vi got excited, about to get up and walk right over there. Just as she was begging to stand, the server walked away and Vi's eyes rounded into discs.

She was sitting at the table with someone who made Vi's heart shoot into her throat. It was Jinx. They were laughing together over some bowls of what Vi assumed to be soup. Giggling at things here and there and looked like they were having a genuinely good time. Vi quickly turned back to the counter and put her hood on. Luckily today she was wearing a new jacket she had gotten, a nice black pleather item.

"What the fuck?" was all she could say as her thoughts raced at a thousand miles per minute.

PART SIX: Confrontation

"Wow, this is so cool!", you say in awe. The small grenade shaped item in your hand clacked around slightly as you rolled in from side to side.

"I KNOW, right?", Jinx snickered. She and you had been hanging out a lot the last few days, and although it felt strange at first you were starting to really enjoy her company. It felt good to have a friend. "It's just a lil' thing I do". The blue haired girl giggled slightly, shrugging while taking the item from your hands.

You are sitting on a stool and take a moment to look around you, taking in the grungy surroundings. Jinx had drawn little faces and words all over the walls in vibrant spray paints, most glowing in the dimmer parts of the room. You didn't find it weird, however. You thought it was awesome and a killer way to express oneself. Hell, you paint and draw and obsess over things. What's the difference?

Jinx had turned around, rummaging through some drawers beneath the desk she had. She was haphazardly slinging tools here and there as she rummaged through the drawer, some of which you had to dodge to narrowly avoid getting smacked in the face. You hear her make a 'aha!' type sound and turn back to face you. In her hands was a small tan notebook. The binding was barely holding together, and a leather cord wrapped around the item to hold it shut. She walked over beside you and leaned against the wall facing you. You noticed her eyes glass over slightly as her scrawny fingers grazed the top of the book. Just as quickly as you noticed, she snapped out of it and yanked the cord off of the book.

"This," she started, pausing momentarily, "is my sister's diary. From way back in the day. I found it in her prison belongings after she was released." Her head tilted slightly, and a grin started forming at the corner of her lips. "And you... get to read it!"

You raised a brow, intrigued but confused. "I don't even know your sister, Jinx. Although I'm flattered, I guess, wouldn't that be an invasion of privacy?" Your heart started beating a little faster as the look on her face contorted slightly. She seemed like she was becoming upset but again, her attitude quickly snapped back.

"Toots... Oh Toots... So naive", she smiled. She grabbed your hand and turned it so your palm was facing up. Her hands were cold against your own, and you shuttered slightly. She looked at you dead in the eyes as yours widened, and you felt her place the book into your palm. She gave a little nod, and you tore your eyes from her big blue ones and gazed down. On the front of the brown leather, a small engraving enchanted the lower right corner.

You took a moment, a little bit confused. Then in shock, you looked up at her with your mouth agape. She was sitting there nodding and wiggling her eyebrows, a faint smile on her face. You looked back down at the book, then back up at her. Does she know that you and Vi had been hanging out, too? That you felt some sort of way about her? Of course she does, dumby, why else would she look so excited about you finding who this diary belongs to.

"I can't read this..." you started. "It is not rig-", Jinx cut you off, her foot slamming into the ground causing you to flinch back slightly.

"You WILL read this diary, (y/n). No questions asked. I didn't mean to, but my stupid heart has decided it likes you and you have actually become a friend of mine. That means that now I have to protect you as well as Vi." She shook her heads slightly towards you. "Why do you think a random girl ran into you wanting to be your friend? Is that like, a common thing for you?" She laughs like a spazz, and you see a little craziness flash behind her eyes. You suddenly feel really small.

"Uh... okay I guess... but how did you know that I knew Vi?" You started reluctantly, staring at her as you questioned.

Jinx threw her head back and laughed. "(y/n), I always know where my sister is. After our last," she paused contemplating what to say, "falling out... I have kept close tabs on her because, well, she is my sister. I love her and even if she hates me I don't want to lose her again. Make sense?"

You nodded slightly. You scanned your memory, trying to remember seeing Jinx around before you met her formally. Always keeping a keen eye on your surroundings, it was rare for you to miss new faces. Then, it hit you. That first night you went out for drinks with Vi, there had been a girl lingering in the corner of the old bar. She was wearing a hood which engulfed her face in shadow. She flicked a straw around in her drink with her head resting in her hand. You remembered her solely because of the long blue braids you saw hanging down through the hood and touching the floor.

"Oh my God! You have been stalking us!" you barked at her, quickly covering your mouth and then repeating yourself a little quieter. "Stalking us? Jinx, what the hell man? You know you could just like, apologize or whatever and make up. I don't know what you guys went through but..." You stopped, noticing Jinx's pale blue eyes lower, tears pooling at the brims of her eyelids and slowly dripping down her cheeks.

"No, Toots, unfortunately I can't just apologize," Jinx sneered. She reached her hands up and brushed the tears off her face, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for what you had said. "And you are not going to get away from reading this. Open it up, little lady. Read it! Don't worry, the only important parts are the very last few pages." She reached over and yanked the book open, turning it to the third to last page and jamming her finger into the smudgy ink on the paper.

You sighed. Knowing Jinx pretty well at this point, or at least thinking you did, you knew it wouldn't be a great idea to tell her no again. You turned your attention to the paper in your hand and began reading.

-- VI'S POV --

Pacing outside of the dingy apartment, Vi ran her hand through her hair and lit another cigarette. She stopped, staring at the door. She knew (y/n) and Jinx were in there, doing God knows what, and she wanted to barge in there so bad and confront the both of them. Jesus, what am I, the fun police? She thought. No, Jinx is dangerous and (y/n) deserves to know. Even if she decides to keep... hanging out with her, it's none of my business. I'll give it one hour. One damn hour, and then I'm busting down that damn door.

-- YOUR POV --

Dear stupid diary,

After Caitlyn had me released, I had fully intended on leaving her goody two shoes ass and finding my sister. But the woman has me enthralled. She is so beautiful, and even though she is a snooty brat I can't help but start feeling things for her. What the fuck is that? The very breed of people killed my parents and threw me into the hell hole prison. Now I am falling for one of them? Fuck that.

Love, Vi

You shook your head, and asked Jinx, "How long ago was this written?" You nervously fidgeted with the corner of the pages.

"About a year ago, I guess." She answered. You did not reply, instead your turned to the next entry.

Dear diary, or whatever,

The only reason I got you is so that I can put my thoughts in here and god damn it, have the last few days given me a lot to write about. First of all, we found Powder. In fact, Silco and his damn goons have her as their pet. Everyone who hears her name shakes their head like they have heard the name of someone who died or something.

I met Caitlyn's parents today. She brought me into her room through her window and her mom nearly shot both of us with a rifle. She looked like an old version of Caitlyn, but she was very harsh and did not like me at all. Makes sense, I am just a gross bottom sider. Caitlyn and I, we got cleaned up and sat in her room. It felt so good to be alone with her. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe.

Anyway, Caitlyn and I finally found Powder and she kind of like... freaked on us. I am not sure what that was all about but all I know is she seems so broken. I want to help her. I want to fix whatever pain she has gone through, even if it seems impossible right now. Well, it's only impossible because Ekko (can you believe it, Diary? Ekko!) freaking KIDNAPPED me and Caitlyn! He took us to this awesome sanctuary he built. It's actually really really cool... I can't tell him that though, or else it will get to his head and I can't have that.

So today we are going to do some more searching, again.

Until next time,

"So, are you Powder?" You asked innocently. Jinx, or Powder? lifted her hand and shook it slightly giving a 'kind of' type of signal. You eyed her, and nodded slightly, returning to the next and final installment of the diary.

Oh my fucking god. I don't even know what to write, or how to write it right now. But long story short, Powder kidnapped me and Cait.

Cait? She gave her a nickname. You rolled your eyes slightly but kept reading.

She killed Silco. She lost her shit and killed Silco. I really thought she was going to end us too... She made it very clear that "Powder's dead," and "I'm Jinx now" but it's such bullshit. She will always be Powder... She will always be my sister. Needless to say, she actually let us go.

Unfortunately, I can't help what it going to be coming for her now, though. She built a rocket. A Huge missile launcher with one of the crystals she had stolen... She shot it right into the counselor building... she... she really did it.

Your jaw dropped, and you looked up at Jinx. She was still standing there, looking at her nails and you could tell she was feeling proud of herself. Closing the diary, you grabbed Jinx's write and slammed it back into her hands.

"That was YOU?", you yelled. You couldn't help but feel fear and also an odd sense of excitement brimming your very being. Jinx had been the one to blow up the councilor building, but the Undercity wasn't given much else besides that as Topside closed all communication with us.

"The one and only!", she started circling you, and you just followed her movements as she stopped in front of you, and put her hands on the arms of the stool in which you sat.

"That," you started, pausing for dramatic effect, "is awesome! Jinx, you single handedly got those cunts off of our backs! Even if it is only for a little while..." unable to contain your excitement, you jumped which caused Jinx to bounce back slightly, and you wrapped your arms around her. "You are now the coolest person I have ever met!"

Jinx looks taken aback, and she looks around as if someone is pranking her. Right before you release her, you both jump and turn towards the door. A loud bang reverberated around the room.

Jinx pushes you hard, and you land on the stool which in turn falls and you both tumble backwards. She pulls a pistol out of a drawer quicker than you can even see, and points it towards the woman in the doorway.

"Vi?" You say in shock.

"Get off the floor, sweet stuff. We've got some talking to do." She waltzes in and slams the door shut behind her as best as she can with it now being broken. Jinx keeps her gun trained on her the entire time, but Vi simply walks by and plops down on the couch that populates the area against one of the particularly graffiti filled walls. She takes a moment, running her hand through her hair.

"So," Vi starts, leaning forward and putting her elbows on her knees. She raises her hands while her elbows still rest. "What the fuck, guys?"

You look over at Jinx, who drops her arm holding the weapon, and rolls her eyes.

This is going to be a long night.

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I forgot to schedule this last night oops. There will not be one tomorrow unfortunately but this one and the one on Friday is a bit longer. I really enjoyed this one. (I say that about so many I know)

I started working on my THAUC piece again and now I don't feel so stressed lol

Thank you to @tolkienpinupcalendar for hosting this event!

~~~ Day 11-Bagginshield-Desk Sex

Three nights, Bilbo had sat just like this in bed, waiting for his husband to come home and spend time with him. Three nights! The first few he could understand. Thorin was a king, after all, and had many duties to attend to, but tonight, he truly needed the comfort. He had been looking forward to it through every meeting. He had duties, too. Ones that stole his free time and made him have to take meals while hunched over paperwork. Meetings that dragged on because how can anyone stay alert while talking about stone depth and its correlation to the pricing of precious minerals. He closed his book without bothering to mark his place with an audible and annoyed huff. Fine. If his stubborn dwarven husband couldn’t come home, he would go to him.

Bilbo got out of bed and pulled on the thinnest and most conforming robe he could find. It was made out of a Thin, shining material Dori bought from Gondor. Perfect for warm days in summer. It draped over the curves of his figure, coming just above his ankles. He tied it off around his waist and let one shoulder fall, revealing his collarbone and upper chest. Then he went to find the king under the mountain.

Bilbo opened the door that led to the royal apartments. His guard standing outside the door straightened and gave him an over-the-heart salute but faltered when they saw his state of undress.

“Y-your majesty. Is there a problem?” Hagrras asked, looking directly into his eyes with conviction.

“No. I’m going to see the king. Follow if you must, but it’s not as if I’ll lose my way after nine years.” Bilbo did not stop and kept walking. He heard the rustle of metal follow after him.

“We are approaching autumn, Your Majesty. You seem to have forgotten a coat. Please take my furs.” Hagrras sounded panicked as they walked past another guard post, and Bilbo saw several do a double-take.

“How long have you been my personal guard, Hagrras?”

“Seven years, your Majesty.”

“Do I do anything without reason?” Bilbo asked idly.

“No, your majesty, you do not.”

“Then I will not be needing your furs, but I do thank you for the thought.” Thorin’s office door was in sight up the stairs to the right of the throne room.

“Please let me walk up first, Your Majesty.” Hagrras practically begged. Bilbo waved him forward, and he let out a thankful breath. Dwalin halted them before they reached the door but let down his hand when he saw him.

“He’s asked not ta be disturbed. He has paperwork to finish before court tomorrow.” His eyebrows shot into his non-existent hairline when he got a proper look at him. Dwalin averted his gaze immediately and coughed. “Right, in you go then. I wouldn’t dare keep you out looking like that. Thorin would have my head.” He opened the door and shut it quickly behind him. Thorin didn’t even look up.

“Dwalin, I’ll be another 45 minutes at least. If Nori is waiting up for you, then go. I’ll be fine.”

“Do you assume no one is waiting for you then?” Bilbo’s clear annoyance slipped into his tone. Thorin’s head bolted up. He looked about to speak but closed his mouth as his eyes grew large and raked over Bilbo’s frame.

“Please tell me you didn’t walk here like that.” Thorin’s voice caught in the back of his throat like he was strangling something, and he shifted in his chair.

“What other choice did I have when the only other times I’ve seen my husband in three days is at meetings and when he wakes me to slip into bed!” Bilbo walked right up to Thorin’s desk and set aside his papers and pens before hopping up to sit. He was nearly at eye level with him this way. “Should I be worried that you seem to have so little problem being away from me?” It was the question weighing on his mind all day, though it felt more real now that he had said it aloud. He suddenly felt much more self-conscious sitting on the desk in so little. What he said knocked Thorin out of his speechlessness, and he cradled Bilbo's head in his hands.

"No, Bilbo, please don't think that. Time just got away from me, that's all. It was never my intention to neglect you." Thorin's voice was genuine, and it made Bilbo breathe a sigh of relief.

"Well, you have neglected me, but I suppose you are king, and your work for the kingdom does come first." Bilbo attempted to slip from the desk but was stopped when large hands settled on his hips.

"It doesn't come first. It should, but it doesn't. Let me make my absence up to you." Thorin started pressing kisses along his neck in such a lovely manner that he temporarily lost the ability to think. He curled his hands to those raven locks and failed to control his breathing. Eventually, Thorin halted his work on his neck. "So, did you walk through the halls of Erebor past at least two guard posts in nothing but a criminally thin robe to seduce me away from my work?" Thorin asked, running his hands along the material and making Bilbo shiver.

"Is it working?" Bilbo purred.

"The day it doesn't, you have my permission to hand the crown to Fili and have me declared dead." Thorin went for his mouth this time, tilting his head back and pushing past his lips to taste him. Bilbo melted into the touch, letting out a soft, happy moan. Thorin seemed eager to make up for lost time with the way he was devouring his mouth, and soon, he felt the tie holding his robe together get pulled loose. When Thorin’s hand met warm skin, he groaned and slid Bilbo to the front of the desk to grind against him. “You truly wore nothing under this rode. It makes me wonder how many guards wish they were king for reasons other than power tonight.” Thorin nipped at the tip of his ear and watched Bilbo tremble with ever-growing need.

“We should return to our rooms so you can make the last three days up to me properly.” Bilbo panted.

“I’m not waiting until we make it back to our room, ghivashel.” Thorin reached behind him and swiped everything off his desk and onto the floor before pulling off his fur jacket and leaning Bilbo back onto it.

“You’ll regret doing that when this is over, you know.” Bilbo laughed.

“Then I’ll regret it later.”

Bilbo felt like he was being unwrapped like a present as Thorin pushed back the robe's fabric and ran his hands down the length of his body, a hungry look in his eyes. When he was unwrapped, he got to enjoy watching Thorin discard many of the layers keeping that golden scarred skin from him. He surged up, intending to meet the handsome dwarf’s lips again but quick as lightning and with frightening ease, he turned him around until his ass was in Thorin’s face. He barely had time to protest before a warm, wet tongue was licking at his entrance, sending his mind into a pleasure-filled fog. Every time Thorin’s tongue worked its way deeper, Bilbo let out a breathy moan that disabled him further. He brought his own hand to his cock, seeking the friction he dearly needed, only to have his hand swatted away to be replaced by Thorin’s.

“Thorin, by the will of the damn green lady, please fuck me.” Bilbo was riding on the edge of his pleasure. Throin’s tongue, combined with the scruff of his beard, was building his need and pulling sounds out of him he didn’t even know he was capable of making. He wanted his dwarf in him more and more every second. The drawer on the desk opened, and an oiled finger slid into him. Slow at first but faster as Thorin realized that his tongue had loosened most of the way.

“Bilbo, if you keep wiggling your ass at me like an invitation, I’m going to get impatient,” Thorin warned as the third finger slipped into him. Bilbo slopped his back as far as it could go and looked over his shoulder with a mischievous grin. The next thing Bilbo comprehended was getting fucked over the desk hard and fast. The thrusts stole the air from his lungs and made him whine and whimper. Thorin eventually pulled out and bid him turn around so he could see him. He loved the way Thorin looked when he was taking him. Pure concentration, teetering on the edge of falling apart.

“Ah…ah! Th-Thorin I-I’m,” Bilbo mumbled, his moans becoming sharp and disjointed. Thorin wound his hand around Bilbo’s back, propping him up.

“Me too. Oh Mahal, I love you so much, Bilbo.” Thorin whispered into his ear before they both went rigged with a cry. Thorin helped him through his orgasm, running his fingers through his curls as he always did and peppering him with kisses. “Have I at least paid some atonement for my neglect?” Thorin teased.

“I suppose so.” Bilbo teased back. “We should go home now, though. I want a bath, and I’m exhausted.” He slipped off the table and vastly underestimated his body’s readiness for such a task. He buckled immediately, only to be scooped up and sat back down gently. Thorin kissed his forehead and redressed him in his robe, adding his coat as an extra layer. When he was satisfied with the state of him, he scooped Bilbo up and nuzzled him to his chest. Bilbo sighed, content to be catered to, and slung his arms around his husband's neck. “Aren't you worried about the papers all over the place?” Bilbo asked, surveying the mess.

“Something to worry about tomorrow, not today.”

~~~~~

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~ enha maknae line when u ignore them bcz they forgot ur bday ~

MASTERLIST | HYUNG LINE VER.

warning: way too long, cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions of trauma, attempted murder

genre: fluff, slight comedy

pairings: enha x y/n (fem reader)

featuring: chaewon (lesserafim), wonyoung (ive)

a/n: here we go, idk if u were waiting for this but eh🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️. im sorry if they are too long, lol i was enjoying sm. i recently just opened my asks so if u have reqs or wants to be added to my taglist hmu! english is not my first language so im sorry for the error if therew is one. lmk if i should stop making plots in these kind of posts lol. ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS WAS POSTED LATE, THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO POST A DAY AFTER THE HYUNG LINE BUT THEN I JUST SAW THIS IN MY DRAFTS...

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tomorrow is a special day for you, it's the day you have been anticipating the most. you couldn't sleep the whole night because of the excitement for this day to come, your birthday. you weren't excited because it was your birthday, you were excited of what your boyfriend is planning for your day. however, when a day has passed and it's finally the day, you didn't expect your boyfriend to forget it.

kim sunoo (김선우)

it was night and you were already ready to sleep but when you went in the bedroom, you see your boyfriend smiling ear-to-ear looking at his phone.

"did something good happen??" you tried to peak at his phone but he immediately closed it and hugged you.

"YES but i can't tell you yet baby, it's going to be a surprise!! i will tell it to you tomorrow morning once you wake up."

there we go, what you wanted to hear before your bday starts. you thought that everything seems to be going fine and you were pretty much just glad your boyfriend didn't forget your bday. hearing sunoo, you were unable to sleep due to excitement to what could happen tomorrow in your bday. you've been thinking and wondering what could it be as you change positions on the bed non-stop. sunoo was still smiling and seeing you not being able to sleep he playfully rolled his eyes at you (still smiling), he knew you were excited but if he's going to be that honest he wasn't actually expecting you to be that excited. he saw you excited a lot of times and you weren't really acting the same but he shrugged it off and slept.

----- time skip -----

you woke up at 4am, you thought it was still night time so you checked the clock and saw the time. you couldn't believe you woke up at that time, oh wait let me repeat: you did believe you would wake up at that time because you're so excited and you couldn't wait for sunoo to surprise you. you tried going back to sleep but you just couldn't take your mind off about the "surprise", you were so curious, you were literally moving non-stop in the bed to the point you woke sunoo up.

"y/n, i know you're excited but please let me sleep. it's so early in the morning." he whined.

"can't you just do the surprise right here, i wouldn't be able to go back to sleep." you pouted.

sunoo who is half-asleep still managed to see you pout in the dark, he could never resist it so he sat up and said...

"I GOT TICKETS!"

"TICKETS TO WHAT OR WHERE?"

"ITALY, we're in first class too. oh, our flight is actually in 4 hours."

"WAIT WHAT?!"

hearing those last sentence made you panic, you ran to the cabinets and drawings to get packing. this whole thing wasn't supposed to be a surprise, sunoo just wanted to see how you would be if something like this happen. he likes to tease you every time but when you do it to him, you will regret your whole life.

midway packing, you were thinking how can sunoo possibly afford 2 first class tickets to italy so you decided to ask him.

"love, how did you afford the tickets?"

"it's not mine's but the company's."

"company? why would the company give you money to get tickets for something like this?"

"well obviously it's for work. i will model for milan fashion week this year, and i begged my manager to get you a ticket as well. isn't that great?" he smiled.

"oh." you were in utter shock finding out that it wasn't for your birthday but for his work, you thought it was sweet for him to beg his manager to get you a ticket as well but you were somehow disappointed. as you continued packing, a lot of thoughts are swarming in your mind. and, those thoughts just kept making you feel down. sunoo noticed how your mood suddenly changed, he thought that maybe you weren't happy due to the fact that you both are going to italy. he tried to ask you what was wrong but you were so down that you couldn't bother to reply so you gave him the silent treatment. sunoo doesn't like it when you ignore him. he would usually try to argue about it but seeing you down made him think if he did something wrong or what made you suddenly change your mood.

----- time skip -----

you both arrived in italy, you had to go out in different time because you were still trying to keep the relationship private since you both doesn't want issues to happen with your career. actually, everyone already knows sunoo is dating someone but they don't know that it's you. anyway, you went out of the airplane first without telling sunoo and that made him worried. he was looking you everywhere in the airplane plus he was a bit mad because you ignored him the whole flight. knowing him, he had a lot to share but you just weren't interested. sunoo's manager told him to go and leave now, he asked the flight attendants if there was any passenger left but there was none. the manager insisted to just call you and ask your whereabouts. sunoo gave in, and since he's a popular model a lot of paparazzi and fans that are waiting for him. no matter how many people were there he only focused on looking for you but there was just too many people that they had to leave immediately.

back to you, you are already in the hotel. already lying down the bed, watching the tv seeing sunoo just went out. when you saw sunoo on the tv, you had to turn it off. you were waiting for him to mention your bday the whole time but your expectations just got turned down, i guess. a few minutes later, sunoo arrived in the hotel. he was calling you non-stop and it looked like he was about to die when he couldn't see you anywhere. the manager volunteered himself to carry the luggages to his room so that sunoo can look for you. sunoo actually ran to his room but didn't see you there which made his heart drop, he was about to cry at this point.

he was about to go down using the elevator but then you went out of a room and he sees you, he ran to you and tried hugging you of course, but you immediately shut the door. he actually jumped when you closed the door because it was so loud, now he's just standing in front of the room, confused. he knocked and knocked but no answer. you feel bad for ignoring him but you just can't seem to talk to him at all. he was even shouting out of your room but his manager stopped him.

"sunoo, don't shout. the people might find out you are here."

"i dont care, i want to be with my girlfriend and talk to her."

"you should go to your room, i think shes just tired and went to sleep. you will be modeling tomorrow morning so you need to rest too."

sunoo was still being stubborn and tried to wait for you to come out but his manager managed to get him inside his room already.

----- time skip -----

it's the day for sunoo's modeling! normally, people would get nervous and excited for something like this but for sunoo, he wasn't even feeling anything at all except being worried. he's been thinking about last night. you were also unresponsive in the morning 'till now, hes at the site and getting ready while you went out to explore some shops. you tried to forget the fact sunoo just forgot about your bday which is why you went out to try and celebrate late. to your surprise while you were walking down the street, there was a huge crowd. well, guess who you saw

it was sunoo. for a second there, you forgot that you are supposed to be disappointed and mad at him but you got distracted by his handsomeness. like how can you get mad at this boy but you pulled yourself together and kept walking straight ahead but your dear boyfriend did not fail to notice you and shouted "y/n!". you were extremely terrified at that moment, you knew there were a lot of paparazzi and fans around and he just called you that. you were worried that someone might hurt you and suddenly will follow you around to ask questions about sunoo. thank gosh you were fast enough to think of a solution which is... to ignore him. everyone looked at your way but they didn't notice that it was you that sunoo was calling.

at this point, he got irritated of you. he didn't care about his career, he ran all the way to you and held your hand. you were shocked and before you even say anything, you both were already running. he dragged you to somewhere private.

he looked at you with an angry look and said "love, please talk to me. i miss you so much, it already has been 1 day since you ignored me. i want to know if i did or said something wrong. it hurts me that you don't even want to talk to me, i hate it when you do this."

"i...." you were to stunned to speak, this was the first time sunoo raised his voice to you. the first time you guys weren't in good terms or was it just you being so over dramatic that lead to this. you started crying, your back slowly slid the wall and sat. sunoo's heart dropped, he didn't want to make you cry. he didn't know what to do so he just hugged you "baby, no. im sorry, i didn't want to make you cry." you stopped crying and then you found this situation funny, you started laughing. dude, when i tell you, sunoo was so confused. he literally froze and started asking if this was a prank or some shit because it isn't funny.

"no, honey. i just find myself funny for crying for something like this..."

"you. you finally talked to me." he hugged you again but tightly this time as if you were going to disappear sooner or later. "now, tell me. why have you been acting that way all these time?"

you went silent again so sunoo sat beside you and changed the topic because he didn't want you to keep ignoring him, he already got your attention and he didn't want to risk it. you both had small talks and laughed at each other's jokes then you finally decided to tell him, you hesitated at first because it was embarrassing to say right now.

"sunoo, i..... i'm sorry for what i did yesterday and today. i wanted you to remember what was yesterday's occasion which is my bday but it seems like you forgot about it but still i shouldn't have acted that way and could've just mentioned it sooner. i was being stubborn, aren't?" you laughed and hid you face because you were so embarrassed. your face got red while you were talking. sunoo rolled his eyes and laughed at you "well, i'm sorry too for forgetting your bday which i can't believe that i did. anyway, my manager is probably looking for me now. love, is it alright if we celebrate your bday somewhere romantic later? im sorry that you didn't get to celebrate yesterday."

"yeah, you should probably go now. bye." sunoo stood and gave his hand to you. "answer my question, love. can we celebrate your lovely bday later?"

"ok. yes. yes, love." he felt relieved and smiled, he kissed you goodbye before running back to the site while you sat again and giggled like you just talked to your crush for the first time. you were wondering, however if what could've happened if you ran away from him earlier. i can answer to that, he would've probably argued with you.

yang jungwon (양정원)

you were so excited for tomorrow because it's your bday and especially because it's also your bf's day off. you can have all his attention to yourself for today not until he received a call.

"yoi, i received a call, i have this client who just hired me. heeseung was supposed to take the case alone but there was some problems that it needed about 2 people to take the case. unfortunately, there were no lawyers available for tomorrow so i had to take the job and help him." jungwon looked sad and so were you. you understood the situation immediately though, he's the best at his job.

the next day, you woke up first. you decided to cook breakfast for the both of you and wake up jungwon. "wonieee, wake up! you will be late for your job." you were about to leave the room but then he suddenly held you hand and pulled you onto the bed. he hugged you tightly and said "i don't want to get out of bed and leave you all alone here, i want to be with you for the whole day. wait, what about you? don't you have work as well?"

"oh uh, i took the day off today because i thought you'd also have your day off." he pouted and hugged you tightly.

"baby, please you're suffocating me. now, go and get out of bed. you'll be late."

----- time skip -----

soon, you got bored staying at your house. weirdly, your phone has been silent. it's a monday so everyone is obviously busy but your bday hasn't sent a happy bday message to you. he also didn't mention it earlier in the morning which made you think if he forgot about your bday now. you shook your head and thought it would be nice to visit him at the courtroom where his case would be held. you went in your car and went there.

when you arrived, there were only a few people there. you thought you arrived late but you asked and said that it'll start in a few minutes. shortly after, people have been entering the court room one-by-one and the judges also sat on their seats. you were looking for your boyfriend everywhere but looks like he still haven't arrived, you were about to sit but you bumped with someone.

"oh, sorry."

"wait, y/n??? baby, what are you doing here?"

"oh, hi! i was just bored at home so i decided to visit you here." you kissed him. he was about to talk but then his co-worker (atty. heeseung) said that they should go at their place now.

minutes later, the discussion started. you were sitting there not listening to what everyone's saying and you were just looking at him, adoring him. you forgot how handsome your boyfriend is. anyway, you realized that you completely forgot that it was your bday and you didn't want to celebrate it by sitting and listening to someone's case. you went to the mall to go buy some clothes and you were still hoping when will jungwon greet you a happy bday. you were already getting tired so you went straight home, you didn't even care id your bday remembers or not. you were simply tired already and wanted to sleep, and so you did.

----- time skip -----

as you were sleeping soundly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. you opened your eyes slowly and saw your sister.

"oh gosh, you scared me. how did you get inside?"

"i have a spare key, remember?"

"oh, then what are you doing here? did something bad happened to you?"

"well...." she was looking down and she suddenly hugged you. "i'm sorry for busting out here, late at night but i really need your help." she looked at you, looking like she wanted to cry. you were alarmed at what she said so you asked "what kind of help?".

"m-my boyfriend has been abusing me and i escaped from him today. i can't do this anymore, i'm scared." hearing this made you so angry and just wanted to beat him up right there and then.

"chaewon, you should've told me sooner, i didn't even know you had a boyfriend but by any chance, did he follow you here?".

"no, he did text me though."

"i made his name in my contacts that in purpose because i was keeping our relationship a secret. i'm sorry, i should've told sooner." reading the texts made you scared as well but you were mad at him for beating your sister.

"chae, go stay here and lock the door, ill try and talk to your fucking boyfriend and beat him up if things go south, if ever that happens ill ask jungwon to be your lawyer and sue him."

"sis, wait, no. h-he doesn't know what you look like and you also don't know what he looks like either. i should come but ill just hide and call the police if something happens. i-ill text him so that he'll just come to us."

----- time skip -----

you arrived at the place. you didn't expect that the place would be a fancy restaurant, you thought that he must be rich. anyway, you found it weird that at a situation like this he would invite your sister to something this fancy. wouldn't people see if he beats up your sister or he's just that dumb, you thought.

"stay there at the bush and tell him you're here and make him go outside. i'll wait for him here"

you sat at a bench while waiting for him, there was not much people outside so it's easier to know if the person is your sister's boyfriend. you saw someone coming from the main door standing st the front, looks like he is looking for someone.

"SIS! THAT'S HIM!" your sister whispered.

if i'm going to be honest, you were actually scared for your dear life and you were unsure of what to do but as her sister you'll need to defend her and talk to her bf. you walked closer at him and said "are you my sister's boyfriend?" he looked at you with a confused look but soon realized that you came instead of your sister.

"follow me inside." and you did while your sister was still at the bush hiding.

your heartbeat went faster and you were somehow shaking. you kept holding back from punching him and stayed calm. as you walked further, the light went off. oh dear, that's when you lost it. you were so scared of what might happen to you there and scared that this might be your last day. then the lights opened again.

"HAPPY BDAY!!" you were so shocked that you fainted.

hours later, you finally woke up and you were already home. you actually thought it was just a dream but then a door opened, it was jungwon. he was so relieved seeing you finally awake.

"love, don't scare me like that. i thought we went far. i'm so sorry, i should've surprised you in a different way."

"no, don't scare me like that. i fucking thought i would die there, i can't believe these was all your plan." you put your hand to your chest and tried feeling your heartbeat. "my heart is still beating fast right now, i feel like i might've got a heart attack at that point."

jungwon suddenly ran out of the room and went back holding a cake. "you didn't get to blow the candles earlier, happy bday my love!"

"i actually thought you already forgot about my bday, thank you for remembering BUT please no more surprises like this. if you do this again next time, i think i might actually die already."

"don't say that but yes, i won't surprise you like that anymore." he laughed then suddenly stopped, as you both talked he remembers how you acted in the certain situation which made him worry and get concerned for you.

"y/n... if something like this ever happens, don't act rashly and call me immediately. love, i don't want you to get hurt..."

"okay okay, i know love. i still can't believe you asked chaewon for this evil plans of yours."

"yoi wait, did you really think i forgot your bday? were you waiting for me to greet you?" he smirked.

you looked at him shyly and guilty. "uh, noO."

"you know what? ill take my day off tomorrow and let's celebrate your day properly but first let's eat the cake!!"

so you may be confused but.....

jungwon is really not the type to forget your bday, he could never

which is why the storyline here is different

even if he did forget, he would've still remembered hours later because he always think of you<33333

welp, jungwon's might be the only one who has the shortest..... he remembered your bday so...q

if you guys want more with lawyer jungwon just hmu !!

nishimura riki, ni-ki (니키)

you were talking to your boyfriend over the phone and you were reminded that it's your bday tomorrow so you somehow waited for him to mention about it over the phone but to your surprise he didn't. ni-ki is someone who gets more excited in an event than the person who is hosting it or the person who's the event made for so it was really odd of him to not say anything about it.

the next day, you woke up with a messy hair and a drool on your mouth. you checked your clock and saw that you're about to be late for school so you hurriedly went to the bathroom and went downstairs to get your shoes.

"sweetie, you made him wait for an hour now. ALSO GO EAT."

you ran to the door and said "nah, i'm good mom. i think ni-ki's going to get me something later."

you thought that ni-ki is sitting on the bench but when you opened the door running, you accidentally bumped onto him.

"oops, sorry."

"and you're the one telling me to sleep early."

actually, your school is just near your home so everyday you and your boyfriend just go on foot. you guys were having a small talk then you realized that he hasn't greeted you a 'happy birthday' at all.

"so....."

"so...?" he raised his eyebrow at you. "so what?"

"oh, nothing. so um, have you finished your assignment?"

"since when do i even do that?" you laughed at him, knowing that he'll probably fail in your exam day which is next week.

----- time skip -----

you both arrived at the gate of your school and as you went in, you both parted ways. you two have a lot of similarities but when it comes to education, you both can't even be compared. however, you and your boyfriend are pretty popular. you're the valedictorian and he's just the hot guy everyone knew about.

as you went in your classroom, you sat and wondered what surprise is ni-ki's hiding. usually, ni-ki is bad at surprising because his acting is just terrible that it immediately gives it out but seeing him today made you think that he's finally good at this. you were thinking of him so much while looking outside the window that you didn't notice your teacher already standing behind you.

"ehem, miss y/n. is there something would you like to share with the class? i suppose not."

your seatmate, also your best friend giggled at you. "y/n, i know it's your bday but what made you think it would be a good idea to zone out when the teacher's here or.... you're thinking of that gigantic emo man again? i told you we should've became together instead lol."

"normally, i would've bickered with you for saying that but since you're the first to greet me then-" wonyoung gasped loudly while the teacher looks at the both of you but the teacher let you both go for now since you are the top of the class.

"don't tell me you both literally came here in school at the same time without him greeting you?! i knew you shouldn't have dated that man. it should've been me instead, like im even taller than him." she whispered, actually nevermind the whispered part because literally everyone heard wonyoung that time.

"wish i could say the same but anyway, im pretty sure he's going to surprise me sooner or later. you know him, he can't handle surprises and he's probably so excited right now telling his friends about it."

meanwhile ni-ki......

"hey bro, a dumbass in another class just told me i suit pink. i would literally look like shit if i do anything with pink, i just hate it."

"i think it would suit you fine, don't know." heeseung chuckled.

"shall we fight and see?"

yeah they started play fighting inside the classroom, just imagine that one time where ni-ki and heeseung was play punching each other while hee was holding a dumbbell.

back to you, you decided to visit ni-ki's classroom and maybe sneak up on him to see what is he up to. you looked through the classroom's windows and you saw that ni-ki was just playing and doing some random stuff in the classroom. finally, you thought that ni-ki forgot about your bday. it all makes sense, from him not mentioning about it and he looked like his usual self (like not being excited, etc.) to him just being normal in the classroom. you went back to your classroom and didn't pay attention much to that, hate to admit this but you were upset that your own boyfriend forgot about your bday.

----- time skip -----

the school bell finally rang for break time, everyone started to go to the cafeteria and eat. you also went with wonyoung while you guys were walking in the hallway, wony noticed that you seemed a bit down.

"hey, are you okay? you look like someone just threw up on you. okay kidding aside, are you okay?"

"yeah, i just feel tired right now thinking about studying advance for the exam next week."

"it's break time now so let's eat and stop thinking about your grades for now."

you guys were already in the line to get food and you sat down. ni-ki was waiting for you since forever and when he found you, he sat beside you in the cafeteria. wonyoung was also sitting beside you, at the left side.

"baby, i missed you." he was about to kiss you but you immediately put the spoon in your mouth since you aren't really in the mood for his lovey dovey. wonyoung side eyed you because what and ni-ki on the other side was shook.

"should i go to another table? it looks like there's something the both of you need to talk about." then she whispered to you saying "oh, i can tell he still didn't greet you huh?.." she elbowed you about two times and headed to the other tables with your classmates.

"so... jake and the others plan to go to the haunted house after school. wanna come?" you didn't respond, you were still thinking hard whether if he actually forgot about it or what. it wasn't a really big deal to you so you still somehow replied to him with a low tone "sure." ni-ki thought it was weird that you talked like that, he never even heard you that way. you both are always loud, to be honest.

----- time skip -----

classes ended and it is finally time to go home but you remembered you had plans to go to the haunted house so you looked for ni-ki, you were walking down the hallway where your boyfriend and the others at. there was a crowd, there was a lot of people but not that much. you also noticed your best friend there, you were about to call her but ni-ki noticed you walking in the hallway so he ran to you.

"hey, angel. are you ready to go to the haunted house??? don't worry i won't scare you like last time hehehehe" he laughed.

you didn't really want to ignore him but you were busy thinking if he did forgot about it or no, you were to busy thinking that you didn't hear your boyfriend that started talking to you.

"hello? babe? my girl to earth! hello! huh?" he waved his hands up and down in front of you thinking you were zoning out but no, you were still busy thinking. although, you did notice him waving had hands in front of you but you didn't care.

as you reached the crowd, they were talking about going to some restaurant after the haunted house and also heeseung will be the one to drive. wonyoung saw you and she just had to say something about "it".

"y/n, are you really sure of going to the haunted house? i don't want to see you suffer there."

"i'm fine. i forgot about what happened years ago, i mean i still remember but i don't care about it anymore."

"did you tell ni-ki about it? oh, definitely not because if you did i'm sure he wouldn't invite you to go to a haunted house."

"yeah, i think i'll just make him worry but he probably doesn't care as well. look wony, i can manage myself." you knew that was a lie, going back to the haunted house is a bad idea. a lot of tragic events has happened you in there which means if you go back it will probably trigger you trauma again. as ni-ki mentioned, you guys actually went to the haunted house one time. you didn't want to go but your boyfriend was with you so you thought your trauma won't get triggered. as you went in the haunted house, memories has been flashing in your mind. you couldn't breathe properly, ni-ki knew something was off but your acting with him was just so good even though you were shaking a bit. the memories of you getting almost killed by your aunt and uncle inside the haunted house, make you think that they're still there, in every haunted house ready to try and kill you again.

----- time skip -----

all of you finally arrived at the haunted house, everyone was getting ready to go in except you. wonyoung was looking at you the whole time, worried. while ni-ki tried to make a conversation with you in the car but you were busy thinking, not because if he forgot about your bday or not but because of the haunted house. you don't know what might happen to you this time, back then, you managed to act naturally with ni-ki but this time there's a lot of people.

"y/n, okay i'll be serious. why have you been ignoring me? did i-" before he could finish talking jake and the others were calling everyone in the car to go in the haunted house now. you just saw the building but all the memories are already flashing in to your mind. you don't even know if you can go inside because you felt dizzy and scared. you still tried to act natural because you didn't want anyone to think you're crazy at that moment. as you went in, you got dizzier and images of your past is all you can see. you were scared to death and hoping someone can just save you and go somewhere else. wonyoung looked at you with a worried look and held your hand in. "y/n, are you sure you're okay? i don't want to see you get hurt..." your boyfriend heard what she said and approached the two of you.

"why? did something bad happened?? don't ignore me, y/n, please.."

you whispered to wony "yes, i'm fine." you let go of her hand and turned your back. you were not fine. you were shaking terribly and wanted to cry at that point. everyone proceeded to explore and of course, your boyfriend went with you instead of the others, it was just the two of you. you were still shaking and you couldn't handle it anymore, so when ni-ki was busy picking up something, you decided to walk away from him and went in the nearest room. when you went in, that's when it got worsen. the room looked exactly like where you were when your uncle were hurting you. you went to one of the corners and sat, breathing rapidly and covering your ears because you were somehow hearing your aunt's voice whispering to you words. you cried and cried and couldn't handle it anymore, you didn't know what to do but luckily you went to the nearest room and ni-ki just found you in time. he didn't know what to do but he just ran over to you and tried to see what was happening. he was talking to you but you didn't answer. he was panicking so hard that he just hugged you that time, you needed it. for a few minutes, you calmed down while closing your eyes. still hugging him. ni-ki is still worried as fuck and you weren't responding to him. he held your hand and said that you both should go outside now, he didn't care if he's going to leave the others behind.

----- time skip -----

you still didn't talk but ni-ki took you at his home because you begged that you didn't want to go home and there wasn't any safer places for you to be comfortable so he took you to his home. he gave you a glass of water and hugged you again.

"i don't know why that happened but you can tell me whenever you're ready. im sorry i didn't know you were going through something but please i want to talk to you at least."

your mother called, you were supposed to not pick it up because you weren't really in the mood to talk but you still did and you put her on speaker.

"sweetie, do you ever plan to go home to celebrate your bday or are you going to celebrate it with ni-ki." and when your boyfriend heard that he stood up and was like HUH. while you were talking with your mother, he was walking back-and-forth not being able to believe himself for forgetting your bday and you were also going through something that he didn't know. you hang up on you mother and he was asking questions on where do you wanna go, you told him to the movies or in a restaurant. he literally brought a bag like he was taking care of a baby but yes it was full of things that you might need in case you went crying again.

----- time skip -----

you finally told him on what happened earlier, he was feeling sorry for you and was mad at your aunt and uncle.

"i can't believe i didn't notice that that was happening to you and i even forgot about your bday. im really the worst boyfriend ever.." he pouted and hugged you again.

"maybe but you aren't really the worst, if you were you wouldn't care about me at all." he hugged you tightly and you just found comfortable and safe around him, in fact you were luck that he was there earlier of he weren't you don't know what might've happened to you in there.

oh yeah, lol you both technically forgot about everyone. they were calling the both of you but didn't answer but seeing the car disappeared, they were pretty sure you went somewhere.

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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years

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Lance gets (or maybe makes, you decide) a hippo stuffed animal for Keith and is later suprised to find out that Keith treasures it

(I saved this to post on his birthday lol)

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Lance gripped the bag tighter in his hands as he made his way to the bridge. He tried to shake the nerves that overran his body; but what do you get a team member that you’re kind of in love with and every time you asked what he wanted for his birthday he just shrugged. The answer is you grill his kinda brother and settle on his favorite animal.

“He like hippos,” Shiro said as he took a swig of coffee; well a space substitute.

Lance’s face fell into a confused expression. “...hippos? Really?”

Shiro looked at him, “don’t question it. Ever since I met him he has liked hippos. You should have seen him when Adam and I took him to the zoo. I thought he was going to cry.”

Lance slowly nodded his head, trying to absorb the information he was given. “Okay...thanks, Shiro!” He said as he left the dining room. He had to get something to do with hippos.

Which is how Lance found himself borderline stabbing his fingers as he handstitched a stuffed hippo together. It took him some time (and a lot of pleading with Allura) to get back to the space mall and get the materials he needed.

Two black buttons, stuffing, light purple felt, a needle, and thread. He had some a lot of sowing on Earth so thankfully he knew a bit about what to do. He just had to make do without a sowing machine.

It took him a couple of nights to complete the hippo, he could only work on it safely after everyone went to bed; well mainly Keith. And today, today was Keith’s birthday. Lance was finally going to give him the hippo.

He placed the bag on a table Allura brought in, placing it behind the other presents and cake that Hunk made. “Okay so I’m going to call him to the bridge, is everyone ready?” Allura smiled at her team, a birthday hat sat a bit lopsided on her head.

Everyone gave her a thumbs up and she pressed a button to activate the coms. “Attention Paladins! You are needed on the bridge immediately!”

Not even a minute later Keith had run through the doors, his Galran blade in his hand.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” Everyone screamed, a party popper or two going off; spreading confetti everywhere.

Keith froze where he stood, his eyes trying to scan everything that was in the room. “I uh...what’s the emergency?”

Everyone chuckled, “it was just an excuse to get you to the bridge,” Shiro spoke as he walked towards him, “happy birthday,” he pulled his brother in for a hug. More hugs were passed around and the cake was shared. It was relaxing, and Keith looked like he was enjoying himself.

“Oh! Present time!” Allura clasped her hands together, picking her present wrapped in gold foil off the table. “This is from me.”

Keith slowly made his way through all the presents. Thanking each person for every gift, his face filled with happiness. Lance’s present was the last one to open and Lance attempted to make sure he didn’t seem too nervous as his crush pulled the paper off the top.

Keith stared at the hippo for a long time, not saying anything, was he even breathing?

He finally looked at Lance, his fingers tightening a bit around the felt, “did you make this?”

Lance gave him a sheepish look, “ye-yeah. It took some time to get the materials but not the first stuffed animal I’ve made.” He released an awkward laugh.

Keith looked back down at the hippo, he had dropped the bag some time ago and his fingers gently brushed over the black button that made up one of his eyes. “Thank you.”

“You like it?” Lance grinned.

Keith nodded, “yeah. Thanks.” His face appeared to be dusted pink but Lance assumed he imagined it.

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Keith placed the hippo on his desk his fingers lingering on it a bit. Saying he loved it was an understatement, it was his favorite thing he was ever given. How did he know? Keith found himself borderline petting the fabric and dropped his hand. Shiro probably told him.

He flopped down in his bed, that was easily one of the best birthdays he ever had. He was happy he finally found some form of a family. He loved them and they obviously loved him.

His eyes wandered back to the hippo, which was going to make it harder to get over his crush on a fellow paladin.

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The hippo was given a permeant home on Keith's bed. It wasn’t a huge stuffed animal, but it was perfect to hug into his chest at night. He quickly found that he couldn’t sleep without it.

When he made his bed he usually placed it back on his desk but sometimes he would place it on his pillows. It stayed in his room, always close enough for him to grab.

It had been a couple of months since his birthday and his crush on Lance had still not gone away; in fact, it grew some. Keith would simply press his face into the stuffed hippo and relive any moments he shared with Lance that day.

“Hey Keith, can I ask you-” Lance paused only a couple of steps into his bedroom. “You put the hippo on your bed?”

Keith ran his towel through his hair, thankful he put on a shirt instead of walking out with only his boxers on after his shower. “Yeah.”

Lance stared at him, he seemed a bit flustered by Keith assuming he was imagining it. “Why?”

Keith shrugged and hung his towel on the back of his chair. “I like it.”

Lance grinned at him, “do you sleep with it too?”

Keith knew he was trying to start some friendly banter; they had moved away from actual arguments to friendly arguing. Something Keith was happy to finally happen. “I do.”

Lance’s face fell for a second, not to anything negative just shock. Confusion? Keith didn’t know.

Lance cleared his throat, his eyes still on the pastel purple. “I didn’t think you’d like it that much.”

Keith looked at the hippo himself, “of course I do. It’s perfect to hug and cuddle at night.”

Lance laughed, “I didn’t expect you to be a cuddly type of sleeper.”

Keith took a couple of steps towards his bed, sitting on the edge of it. “I am when I feel safe.”

Lance crossed his arms, staying in the same spot; Keith wondered briefly if he was glued to the floor. “Huh, I guess you do learn something new every day.”

“Yeah.” After a couple of minutes of silence, Keith cleared his throat. “Did you want to sit? Or what did you come in here to ask me?”

Lance blinked, he clearly forgot that he had gone in there for something else originally. “Oh um, yeah I wanted to ask you something but I think my nerves came back so sorry.”

“Oh.” Keith couldn’t even hide the disappointment in his voice.

Lance finally moved and sat down next to Keith, grabbing the stuffed hippo to hold in his hands. After a deep breath he finally spoke, “are you busy tonight?”

“Not really...why?”

“Well...we’re going to that planet later so like. I didn’t know if you wanted to like...hang with me...?”

Keith looked at Lance, his face was tinted a bright red and he was staring intently at the hippo. “Are you asking me on a bro date or like a gay date?”

Lance laughed, “I never thought you would say something like that.”

“Well...which is it?”

Lance finally looked at him, “a gay date?”

Keith grinned, “okay. Yeah sure.”

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Hehehe they went to a festival and Lance totally won him another stuffed hippo

Happy birthday Keith!!!! It’s not solely a birthday fic but shhhhhh

Thanks Viv! I hope you liked it

And thank you for reading <3333

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Arsenios's Story: Preview

Since today is Arsenios's birthday, I'm sharing this little snippet from his story that I've been working on. The story still doesn't have a title, but I swear I'll come up with one at some point.

I wanted to share something a little fluffy. I think this is a cute little scene. It's before all the really dramatic stuff happens in the story lol.

Note that this is just a preview and is subject to change in the final draft. As always you can find more information about Arsenios in his profile post.

GN!MC x Arsenios (demon OC)

Warnings: none this is all fluff

A few days later you were in your bed, staring up at the darkened ceiling. Your mind was whirring, your thoughts steadily tumbling over each other. You wanted to rest, to shut your eyes, and sleep. And yet, for some reason, you couldn't.

You sighed. You rolled over in bed and picked up your D.D.D. hoping something there could distract you.

You were going to scroll through Devilgram, but you accidentally opened your contacts instead. You saw Arsenios's name there, new among your list.

Your finger hovered over the send message option. It was late. He was probably asleep, like you should be. And it wasn't like you guys were close enough that you could just text him in the middle of the night.

And yet…

Your mind was a little cloudy from exhaustion, so you went ahead and sent a message anyway. You'd deal with any consequences later.

MC: Hey, are you still awake? Or do you have a normal sleep schedule?

What a dorky thing to say. But you didn't care because you were tired, but couldn't sleep and your brain was not fully functioning. You just needed to talk to someone. Sure, you could have sent a message to any one of the brothers. Actually, you could have just left your room and talked to them in person. Levi was certainly still awake and a good gaming session might even be something that could help. Lucifer might still be awake, too, but you were far more likely to encounter a lecture from him. But for some reason, you didn't want to do any of that.

Your phone vibrated and you nearly dropped it in surprise.

Arsenios: What's sleep? Is that a human thing?

You rolled your eyes. Now you felt a little less like a dork because you were clearly talking to someone who was even more of one than you were.

MC: Ha ha, very funny. So you are awake.

Arsenios: I am now. Did you forget to do your curses and hexes homework for tomorrow? Because if that's why you're texting me, I regret to inform you that I didn't do it either.

MC: No, unlike you I actually care about school. I know better than to think you've done any homework ever.

Arsenios: That's a relief. I wouldn't want to be known for doing homework. So what's up? Everything okay?

You paused for a moment. Was he worried about you? You shook your head. You were being silly.

MC: Nothing, really. I just can't sleep, that's all.

Arsenios: I can do something about that. Hang on.

You read this last message in confusion. You stared at the screen for a moment, not sure how to respond, when it scared you to death by ringing in your hand. Arsenios's name flashed across the screen.

He was calling you?

You swiped to answer because what else could you do?

"Um, hello?" you said.

"Hey," Arsenios said. "Sorry to just call you out of nowhere like that, but I can't help you sleep if you can't hear me."

"What are you talking about?" you asked.

There was the soft strum of guitar strings on the other line.

"Have you already forgotten?" His tone was amused. "I can sing you to sleep."

You stared at the phone for a minute. "What?"

He laughed, a soft rolling sound that sounded like music itself. "My power, remember? If you're having trouble sleeping, it would be easy for me to put a little magic into my song to help you fall asleep. Is that okay?"

Your cheeks heated up and you were glad he couldn't see you. At least he asked this time. You thought about it. It would be nice if you could just sleep right now. "Okay. But if I fall asleep…"

"Don't worry," Arsenios said. "I'll hang up. I won't hear you snoring or talking in your sleep."

"I don't do either of those things!" you said and he laughed again.

"Just get comfortable and tell me when you're ready," he said.

You readjusted yourself so that you were comfortable in your bed, keeping your D.D.D. beside you on the pillow.

"Okay," you said. "I'm ready."

"Sweet dreams, MC," Arsenios said. He started to play the guitar before you could respond. Moments later, he was singing something soft and sweet. You hadn't heard it before, so you figured it was a Devildom song of some kind. It was mellow and quiet. The baritone of his voice easily rising and falling with the notes. It was hard to believe this was the same voice that had been practically growling on stage with the band. Right now it was smooth and gentle, the acoustic hum of the guitar strings mingling perfectly.

Soon enough, your eyes began to drift closed. You felt yourself falling into a restful slumber. It was like you were wrapped up in the song's melody, held close and kept warm. Your dreams were mild and pleasant.

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Conversations - Daryl Dixon

Summary: Sometimes settling in is hard but communication helps.

A/N: I felt like someone very specifically requested this fic but also I can''t find that request at all. Also, this is heavily inspired by @twdeadfanfic's We Used to Share a Bed (I had like one paragraph to this written and then I read that and the rest of this totally came together so you get full credit for this fic lol)

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You liked to think that trekking through walker-infested wilderness and trying to find shelter helped you know a person. Even a person as evasive and moody as Daryl. You suspected it was at least a somewhat true statement because you’d clocked his annoyance for what it really was early on, jealousy. 

Envy might’ve been a better term for it though they were almost the same. It wasn’t a possessive sort of emotion, Daryl wasn’t jealous because he didn’t have you and wanted you or jealous because he did have you and didn’t trust you. He was envious because he spent so much time convincing himself that he wasn’t good enough (for everything including you) that he felt immediately threatened that someone else could just swoop in and have the sort of confidence he assumed was admired. You recognised the emotion in the way his jaw tensed when Aiden told a third story of his daring heroics on a run and the annoyed grunt before excusing himself from the porch (mostly done with a slam of the screen door) when Aiden offered to take you out next time he went. 

“You won’t have to worry, I can keep you safe,” he was saying as you watched Daryl disappear inside. 

You nodded absentmindedly because you weren’t really comprehending what he was saying but you knew it was ridiculous. “Sure,” you replied, standing up, “I’m just gonna head in.” 

“We’re going on a run tomorrow,” Aiden called after you and for the second time that night the screen door slammed in response to him, the brief echo almost too loud in the quiet of Alexandria at night. 

You followed Daryl to the kitchen, were he had opened the pantry door and was staring in at the single laundry basket of rations sitting on the floor. None of you had bothered to unpack the load and none of you had eaten from it either. There were somethings you were still learning to put your trust in, like food that was safe. He almost seemed like he had no idea you were there except that you knew better, Daryl was always keenly aware of your presence. You could chalk it up to his being an expert tracker but you liked to think it was a little more than that too. 

“Should I say something or did you want to?” You finally asked, watching his hand tense against the wooden door, knuckles turning white for a split second before he relaxed. 

“Don’t know what yer talking about,” he let the pantry door swung shut and headed back through the kitchen toward the door. Avoiding you, not a new trick but definitely an exhausting one. 

“Guess it’s me then,” you muttered, following after him. The sun had already set and everyone else was still down at Deanna’s house for dinner. You’d left early, been tailed home by Aiden, and now it was just you and Daryl at the house. Something you were looking forward to after spending the last few months in such close quarters with everyone. 

Except you forgot he was more stubborn and boneheaded than even Merle had been when he got upset. But he was just as predictable as always. Sitting on the porch railing like he was at a post, watching for walkers that wouldn’t come because of the walls. 

“How long would you estimate we’ve been sharing a bed?” You asked, pulling yourself up to sit on the railing Daryl was leaning against. 

A slight flush reddened Daryl’s cheeks and he swallowed. Something about the ease with which you asked the question made him feel embarrassed. “Dunno, ain’t been here that long.”

You knocked your shoulder against his, “smartass; you know what I mean.” 

“Why’re ya asking?” He thought it was a silly question either way, unless you were fishing for something. He wasn’t sure when it happened, to be honest, sometime before Alexandria but after the prison. But maybe it was before that even cause it was before then that you were staying up late with him and talking and smiling like you were both in on some secret. 

“Why’re you acting jealous of Aiden?” You asked, point blank. Daryl had been avoiding you for the last couple days and you were waiting for him to admit that he was facing down some jealousy but he was stubborn. “And don’t try to brush it off and say you aren’t cause I know you are.” 

Daryl looked away from you, biting at the corner of his thumb as he scanned the street and the house across the way as if something might come out of the darkness. He didn’t think he’d mind so much. He also didn’t think you’d notice his recent mood, he had barely registered the emotion himself until you were saying the word jealous and it all made sense. 

He’d been suspicious of Alexandria anyway and when Aiden showed a particular interest in dumping his whole impressive life story on your lap, Daryl had only gotten less comfortable with the idea of staying here. 

“I know I said not to lie but I didn’t mean don’t say anything.” You finally said, breaking the silence. 

“Not much ta say, ya got it all figured out,” he mumbled. 

You rolled your eyes. Daryl could manage to kill a walker in seconds but getting him to talk to you about something that was bothering him was like pulling teeth out. “We’ve survived more than a lifetime’s worth of trouble the last few months Daryl, I deserve an actual conversation. I’m asking you a question, you don’t need to act so affronted.” 

After a beat of silence he sighed, “I ain’t jealous, just don’t like him hanging around ya like a shadow. I don’t trust him.”  

“You don’t trust anyone, you didn’t trust me when Glenn brought me to the prison.” You pointed out. 

“Yeah cause ya stole my knife,” he replied, “still can’t get it sharp as it was.” 

“I didn’t steal it! I literally saved your life!” You huffed. “How are you still gonna hold that against me?” 

You could almost feel the small fraction of tension that had been lingering between the two of you since Aiden walked you home dissipate. The smallest shift of his body and Daryl was closer to you, hip brushing your thigh. You knew you were on the way to losing the conversation. Soon everyone would be back and Daryl would be shifting away again until you were both say in your bedroom.

“I know you don’t trust Aiden but we need this place. Playing nice for a couple days won’t kill you. Maybe it is safer out there where we can see the threat than it is in here, trying to re-teach people who’ve never really come face to face with a walker but...we can’t keep moving with Judith and Carl. Hoping she’s quiet at night when we’re camped outside, barely any food to satisfy her. Or any of us.” You pointed out, “Aiden’s just an asshole and he doesn’t know the half of really living out there...but he’s Deanna’s son so I’m trying to be nice to him.”

Daryl nodded, eyes downcast as he picked at a fraying seam on his pants. In a few more days time you were sure he’d be asking you to mend them or attempting to mend them himself. He said nothing though and you imagined the silence meant ‘I’m done talking about this’. It usually did.

“I’m not gonna placate you Daryl. Either we have a conversation or you can spend the night sitting here on the porch by yourself. I don’t need to justify talking to someone, trust me, I've done plenty of that in my life. I’m certainly not going to now.” You said, leaning forward just enough that he might get the hint that you were serious. You knew that he’d gone through a hell of a time even before the world ended but your life had never been a cakewalk either and you’d be damned if you sat here making excuses and worrying about everyone you talked to.

“I know it ain’t my place.”

“That’s not what I said. You know, without me saying it, that I love you. And I know the same about you. I know you don’t trust Aiden, or like half the people here and that’s totally understandable...like I’m not trying to make you think I don’t take that seriously or something. I genuinely do. But if it’s not that, if it’s you feeling jealous than just communicate that with me. Don’t do this shutting down thing...we’ve done this and I don’t wanna keep doing it.”

“This place ain’t anything we been used to...” Daryl shrugged, fingers stilling on the ripped seam as he looked up at you, “guess it’s got me thinking.”

“You know how things were for me before this Daryl...it wasn’t picket fences and gardens and casserole dishes. Deanna’s trying to hold on to something that isn’t real anymore and I don’t want it to be. I just wanna be safe. And be wherever you are.” You replied, reaching over to grab his hand and still his fingers as they resumed their nervous fidget, “now stop that before you unravel them completely. And come inside with me...I don’t want the headache when everyone comes back from dinner.”

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