#sleepless dreams ff

[rumov]

make sure to pet your cousins ESPECIALLY if they hate physical contact!!! they will love it!

#pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #percico #drawing #more from unpublished stories lol #sleepless dreams ff

[yesimwriting]

Hi, I'm kind of picky of FF in general, smut especially, but your "Pulling away" is just beyond perfect. Do you maybe have time and the enthusiasm to write something like that again? Not sure what other characters you'd write for (out of your master list) but another Joel would be great anyway. Thank you for your work!

A/n ahh thank you!! the feedback i've gotten on "Pulling Away" has been unbelievable,, and i very rarely usually write smut without being prompted to lol, i feel like it's too obvious that i'm a virgin who has had very few sexual experiences, even less if you don't count the ones i didn't fully consent to,, but that's neither here nor there, i'm doing better now i promise :)

also ik my masterlist is super limited compared to who i actually write for lol,, updating it is my absolute enemy but i'm working on it 😭

also the build up in this fic is criminal!! that's my bad!

Summary: You, Ellie, and Joel have recently decided to permanently settle in Jackson. The promise of stability seems to lead to boundaries adjusting during a sleepless night after Joel appears in your bedroom.

smut warning, 18 plus !!

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It's existed in him as undeniably and permanently as the lines etched into the slightly calloused skin of the back of his palm. Control is something that Joel Miller knows, something he clings to the same way he keeps a gun in his hand when he needs to.

Control is what keeps him from reacting when your arm moves too carelessly and your elbow manages to push against his ribs. The side that you know is more yellow-purple than the soft tan it should be. If you weren't lying next to him, you would have assumed that the shift of your arm had no affect on him. But you're pressed closer to him than you've ever been, so you can feel the shift despite his intentions. It's subtle. A pinch in his breathing and a brief wave of tension in his spine.

"Sorry," your blurt out is instinctual, and you're not sure if it might be making things worse. You've never been this close to him and it burns so much you can practically feel it melting the thin ice holding the two of you above water.

Burns in a good way. A way that you've only ever felt through brief flutters that have come up more and more recently. Lingering touches patching up injuries, reassuring squeezes of hands that are always brief and never mentioned, the press of Joel's knee against yours as you sat at that table in Jackson, overwhelmed by the presence of so many strangers.

And now this. You, Joel, and Ellie had been given a place to stay. You used to dream about your own bed. A safe roof over your head and a clean blanket keeping you warm. Finally getting it left you restless. Being away from Joel and Ellie felt unnatural even if they were in the same building as you. There are so many strangers here, and even though they have no reason to strike you down, it's still weird.

You couldn't help the obsessive thoughts. It felt oddly compulsive, the urge to wrap the two of them up in warm blankets and bubble wrap and just watch them be okay. It's weird, but what can you say, Ellie and Joel are your people.

And then Joel wandered in after some talk with his brother. It had surprised you, considering the way he had avoided you earlier, but you'd never complain about having him close.

You're still not sure how it happened. How Joel started asking you about how you were settling and telling you that Ellie was just fine. He had gone in to check up on her and then lingered until she fell asleep. The thought of that domestic moment made your heart swell and you found yourself relaxing.

Somehow Joel ended up taking some of your covers. There's a draft, it's winter. You forced yourself to not focus on that in any other context. Refused to give it any other meaning. And then he moved closer, eventually laid his head on your pillow. You almost convinced yourself it was just a way to be a little comfortable while keeping up conversation. But then the talk eventually faded and you had to move to let him fit and you ended up like this. Safe and fragile.

This stray from what's normal is okay tonight. Everything is still weird, you three like awkward, feral cats compared to the people of Jackson.

"You're fine," he breathes, voice rough with sleep.

His acceptance is easy but it does nothing to make you less aware of your position. You're more on top of him than you need to be and your mind is suddenly scrambling, trying to remember every injury you've ever seen him receive.

Untangling yourself from the gentle cocoon you've created is an ache in your chest, but the thought of hurting him is worse. You move your leg close to the edge of the bed and start the careful process of retracting your arm.

Joel shifts with a slight sigh, his own hand following your own. He snags your wrist, pulling you back into place. "You're fine." Joel repeats his earlier words, so half thought out and mumbled together you think they might even be sleep idled.

"Careful," you try, fighting against the blood rushing to your face. "I don't want to hurt you."

Joel's hand moves down your forearm with a slowness that almost feels deliberate. You have to press your lips together to keep from exhaling too sharply. He turns his head and even in the dark you can feel the focus of his gaze.

He swallows once, lips parting for a moment before he speaks, "Hurts more the other way." It's vulnerable and not, undercut by something that feels so factual you briefly have to think about whether or not that's physically possible. "It's good pressure."

Your eyebrows draw together at the realization that he's not entirely joking. The audacity. He's always referencing his age and the soreness that's going to have to catch him at one point or another but now there's not a single concern for his joints or potential hip damage. You've always had a feeling that at least a part of that rant has to be bullshit, or at least some kind of exaggeration.

You scoff but make no move to pull away as Joel settles. "I don't believe you." Normally you wouldn't state anything so transparently. Any flash of softness is glass and barely tangible. Trying to grasp it by speaking about in the open makes it vanish. Like waking too suddenly from an incomplete dream. But you don't feel at risk, something about the dark and the warmth and his hand on your forearm. "You're so full of shit--what happened to old man knees and arthritis and hip joint iss-"

"You're making up those last two."

There's silence for a brief moment and then laughter. A stupid burst of giggles that has you forgetting the little bit of normal left. Your forehead briefly falls down, your face pressing against his shoulder as you try to keep it down. He laughs with you after a second, a reluctant, almost annoyed display of amusement.

You're still recovering, breathing a little heavier than usual and coming back enough to realize that this level of closeness may be pushing it. You lift your head just as Joel's hand finds a place between your shoulders. First a fist and then his fingers patiently relaxing. You don't think you've ever been this still in your life.

"I can't keep track of all your old man ailments," it's a whisper that's more against his skin than not.

He lets out a breath, "You needed me to help you onto a horse today."

You halfheartedly glare even though you're too pressed into him for him to be able to see you. "I could do it by myself now." Likely a lie, considering it had only taken a second with Joel's help and the concept of casual horse riding still feels foreign. "I just hadn't ridden one before."

His hand shifts up your back, an unbelieving hum escaping him. Has Joel always been this warm? And somehow both so evidently sturdy but still comfortable? Safe? You don't know what possesses you, maybe it's the urge to not feel so divided from him in any way, but you turn head slightly to make it easier to speak: "You're not actually that old."

He pauses at that, fingertips freezing against the fabric of your pajama shirt. "Older than you."

You let out a sigh, feeling like there's a hint of something else tucked into his words that you're too tired to explore. "So?" He lets out another flat breath, a sound you don't quite understand but makes you want to compensate, "You can get old, though, when it's your time."

He shifts in a way that feels like a combination of stifling a laugh and a display of a touch of reluctant curiosity. "You givin' me permission?"

"Not like that," you shake your head against his arm, "I just--I don't know--I think it'd be good if you got to be old with arthritis and bad hip joints and whatever else happens. It'd mean you were still alive."

You don't realize what you're saying until the words slip out. The blankness of your statement is too honest and you blame the fact that you're actually starting to feel like you could benefit from the sleep you've been putting off. It's instinctual to turn into him in a vain attempt to get closer even though you're already hanging onto him in a way that feels ridiculous. Your fingers curl in to him a little more, clutching at the surprisingly soft fabric of his shirt.

It's a subtle change, but you're not surprised that Joel notices. You are, however, not expecting him to understand. The hand on your back draws up even further, pushing you against him more firmly. Maybe Joel did have a point. Good pressure.

"Don't go thinkin' about it."

For once, you want to listen to him without putting up a fight just to see that line between his forehead reappear. But you can't. It's not that easy. Even here, as safe as it's ever going to get, there's still a chance of loss. And even if the world was perfect and Joel could guarantee that there would never be a dangerous patrol or anything threatening him again, there are still other things that worry you. There's no reason for you all to stay together.

When your only response is to halfheartedly nod so that he can feel the motion, Joel lets out a partial sigh. The movement of his chest is more noticeable than the sound. His hand travels down the expanse of your back, something you only recognize because of the warmth his touch leaves in its wake. You're only half there until his fingers brush against a small expanse of exposed skin where your sleep shirt had ridden up. Nothing insanely suggestive, nothing that should be considered too intimate. It's likely an accident, too. It's too dark for it to be intentional.

Knowing this is not enough to keep your body from tensing. Joel's fingers move upwards with no warning, slipping between the only layer dividing you. The cotton of the T-shirt is trapping him and the heat of his touch as his hand settles on your hip.

"You here?" His question is low, like he's trying to compensate for the hint of worry leaching into his tone. "With me?" The second part of the question is an afterthought, said so quickly and earnestly it feels like an impulse.

You're melting, and you don't mind it all. In fact, you're starting to think you might prefer it. "For now, at least."

It's half joke, half something else. A punch that some cynical, over worrying part of your brain needs to throw. You hope he won't see past the shell of humor, but feel the uphill battle in his silence. In the eventual drag of his thumb across the curve of your hip. The gesture is a contradiction in itself--small and cautious yet so natural. What should feel foreign is so familiar it coats it all in a layer of intimacy that's difficult to just sit with.

An odd sense of almost panic that makes it impossible to think settles in you. Something in you feels like it's burning, a slow fire that's patiently spreading. You don't know if you want him closer or farther or something in between.

The mix of unknown emotions is enough to distract you from your derailing train of thought. Maybe that's the point. Some strategy on Joel's end to force a mental reset. If it is, it's working. You wouldn't say you're breathing any better or more calmly, you're just more aware of the way air enters your lungs and filters right back out. The world seems to be reduced to that. Just your breathing. And Joel.

The little of him you can make out in the dark and the feel of him everywhere without him feeling close enough. He's steady, secure in his firmness like he's some immovable force. Joel is also starting to feel like a natural heater, radiating just enough warmth to make everything comfortable.

What is wrong with you today? These thoughts might be more dangerous than the other ones. They're definitely close to being more overwhelming. All of this has to be in your head, the result of all the feelings you've been attempting quell all day culminating and a touch of something else. The thoughts about Joel that you've been fighting against since you first met him finally winning.

Every time you've forced yourself to stare at your hands after the edge of Joel's shirt rode up as he reached for something or moved a certain way. Every stray thought that rooted itself in your mind like an invasive species while you patched him up after a rough day. Every painfully overwhelming moment where you let yourself get distracted by his hands for reasons you could never justify. Those same hands are on you right now.

Okay--you need to get it together. Stop playing at something that's definitely all in your head. Your eyes drift up, searching for Joel's expression in an attempt to convince yourself to be normal. To remind yourself what's at risk if you don't get what you've been begging yourself not to let be actual romantic feelings in check.

He's already looking at you, eyes focused and jaw so tense you can tell from your position. Joel presses his lips together. The hand that's on you shifts upwards. Nothing drastic, but the heat of his pinky is now melting into the skin above your ribs.

You have to bite your tongue to keep from letting a shaky breath escape you. It's too much and nowhere near enough. It's another contradiction that throws you through a loop. You need him closer and the desire twists at you even further. There's a level of hesitant care in all levels of him. In his touch, in the way he's watching you. Like he just can't help it.

It's so overwhelming you have to do something. So you do the only thing you can think of. You reach out to him. Your hand finds his upper forearm.

The motion seems to shift things. Joel lets out a breath, but it's not the easygoing sound it was earlier. It's strained. "Y'should get some sleep."

You're not all that tired anymore, but his tone and your own confusion makes you want to listen. At least he hasn't done anything to imply that he's leaving.

A part of you wants to leave it at what it is. There's no reason to risk his presence by pushing. You don't know what that last moment was about, but Joel's earlier gruffness from today seems to be coming back. "You okay?" The question feels awkward hanging there on its own. "You've been moody."

The hand still under your shirt adjusts with him. "Moody?"

"Mhm." His fingers ghost up your spine, making it twice as hard to organize your thoughts. "More earlier than now, when..." God, you can barely remember with the way he's tracing patterns onto your skin. "When we were with that group?"

Joel's lips briefly pull into a frown. "I know that Jackson people are a little different than us, but trusting them all so soon--" He cuts himself off briefly. "Just don't think it's a good idea for you to accept it all so--"

He pauses as you shift against him as you move to sit up. Joel watches the separation with sharp caution. He doesn't ease until you settle again, your chin resting against his stomach. "Seriously?" It's a lighthearted enough disagreement. "I'm not overly trusting anything. I feel like a crazy person half the time because I feel like I should be staring down anyone that talks to Ellie or you for a second too long."

The confession eases Joel much more than it should. It's proof that he's been searching for...proof that he's needed. That you're still here. Still his and Ellie's above anything else.

But it's been an unsure couple of days. You're good with people, likable in a natural way. You know how to make people feel easy. It's not your fault that you're the natural communicator in the trio, and it's a good thing that at least one of you is inclined towards that sort of thing. It's just been harder than he thought, to watch people always talk to you, even if it's just a way of communicating something to all three of you. Especially when you smile or laugh as another way to ease them.

It's even worse when it happens to be other men. You don't see it, the way their eyes linger or their tendency to lean in just a little too close. Don't know the way your polite smiles and words draw them in. There isn't exactly a plethora of new women appearing daily, so your novelty is only an amplifier to all your good traits.

Tommy's been giving him shit about it. How long did you have to close the deal on that when you were her only option?

It was an almost brotherly form of teasing, but it still rubbed Joel the wrong way because of how true it is. He can't justify the bitter, protective vile that leaves his chest feeling too tight when he sees how well you fit. How easy it'd be for you to end up with one of the guys from here, closer to your age and a lifetime less of baggage.

Joel hates the breathlessness of it, hates that he has time to think about these kinds of things now. The resentment is too much, bubbles up and comes out in the form of something mean, "Doesn't always look that way."

It's not an overly done insult, and somehow that's worth. Joel's faint accusation is personal and it lands the way he knew it would. You sit up so quickly, Joel can't even try to stop you. "What the fuck does that mean?"

The bed is small, clearly meant for one. Sitting up didn't exactly accomplish what Joel has to assume was your goal--to create distance. You're still tangled together, only it's different now. You're practically sitting on his lap. His mind, which should be focusing on the fact that he's upset you, that he's pushing you in the exact direction he doesn't want you to go in, can only think of your sleep shorts.

Maria promised to get you some pajama pants as soon as some came in, but that hasn't happened yet. Winter makes clothing a little scarce, so you've been managing in a pair of elastic shorts. Thin, elastic shorts.

"Just that it looks like you've been getting comfortable. Trusting others, spending time with Ben."

Your lips pull into a firm pout. "I'm not going out of my way to trust shit. Yeah, I talk to a lot of people, but that's just because I rather that than have them talk to you or Ellie first. It--it feels safer that way."

There's such a genuineness in that, Joel almost feels bad, almost feels the need to back step. But your indignation at the implication that you're trying to leave is too alleviating. Until you try to crawl towards the edge of the bed. Away from him.

Joel props himself up on his elbow and reaches for you. His hand finding your forearm feels like giving something up. A silent, too raw plea for you not to go. He knows it isn't quite that in so many words, but you understand. You always do in your talent for feeling the way he bends for you when he can.

For a moment, that's it. Just his hand on your arm, still perched on the edge of the bed, still flighty. One move and you might be gone. It'd be so easy.

Joel's never really considered himself a pissing on his territory type of person or one to be found of dependents, but he'd be lying if he didn't say Jackson didn't worry him. He's not an idiot, he knows he's been rough to travel with and that he's taken time to get to here, but you've always stayed close. Some of that must have been influenced by survival.

Not that Joel wants you to stick around because you have no other choice. He'd never use that against you, it's just something that he wonders about from time to time. A fear that this might be how he finds out that's the only reason the two of you have been together for so long.

He's been thinking about loss more lately. After the decision he made, after what almost happened to Ellie. Losing Sarah left him stagnant for 20 years and some days that grief still flares up and makes breathing feel impossible. It's a wound that will never fully heal, and maybe that's for the best. Hurt means not forgetting, but Joel knows he doesn't have anymore of that left in him.

What if he did just fuck everything up? Not just for him, but for Ellie as well. He sees the way she looks at you, like you're everything. He's peered into your mornings together, the world that is your little routine and your inside jokes. If he messed all of that up because he only knows how to be an asshole when any type of feeling comes up...

Joel knows action better than he knows words. Caring is easier an action, and so is apology. His hand releases your forearm, trailing down your arm and settling on your exposed thigh. When you don't push him away or try to move, Joel feels like he can fully inhale again.

"You know my priorities, right?" Your voice sounds more hesitant than before. Nervous. "It's you and Ellie. It's been you and Ellie and nothing's going to change that. It doesn't matter if we're here for two more days or two more decades."

A pinch of guilt rises in his chest. Normally that level of promise would make him feel the need to cut all ties. Safer that way. But Joel doesn't want to hold you at arm's length, not right now. Carefully, his hand moves forward, closer to your inner thigh than knee.

He should say something. Admit to his own insecurity or apologize. "I know," is all that comes out, even though it doesn't really matter, you have every right to walk away. Your eyes still soften, though, like he managed to come close to saying what you needed to hear. "I shouldn't have said that."

His hand moves up even further and this time you have to react, your breath catching itself on your throat. The noise fucking gets to him. Gets to him in a way nothing has in a minute.

"You're kind of an asshole, sometimes," it's breathed out in a way that feels like you're accepting his apology, "And it's only going to get worse as you settle into your old age."

There it is. The joke was forced through the uneven timbre of your breathing, but it's there. All you, all forgiveness in the way the corner of your mouth turns upwards.

Joel's thumb drags across the soft skin of your inner thigh, "So now I'm already there?"

You blink, unsure on how to react to anything with his hand tenderly working the skin of your inner thigh. Everything in you is only capable of focusing on the feeling, of chasing it. "Getting there." Joel's thumb and pointer finger briefly pinch at your skin in a way that has to be intentional, right? His touch is approaching the end of your shorts.

The closer he gets, the worse the distance feels. Your face feels like it's burning at the thought. This is Joel, not some random guy that things could be casual with. Or maybe he could be casual, but you--god, you're getting ahead of yourself. This isn't--it--

"Too old?" Joel stretches forward, sitting up a little more. "You lookin' for younger like Ben?"

There's something odd in his tone. A flat attempt at humor that misses because it's too straightforward. Ben. Again. This is the second time his name's come up tonight. Why? And that's not even the strangest part. His assumption is what sticks out the most.

"I'm not..." Fuck, his hands are killing you. "I'm not looking. Not actively and if I..." Okay, it's officially too much, he's turning you into a transparent puddle. His hand pauses and pulls back down, settling on your knee. Firmly. Unbudging in a silent demand to continue.

He traces circles onto your knee with his thumb. "You can say it," he encourages in a way that feels like he's patronizing you.

The words feel like too much. Some lines might have been crossed today, but nothing life changing. You two could still dismiss the whole thing, crawl beneath thin sheets, fall asleep, and wake up the next morning like nothing ever happened. But his hands on your thigh and the needy ache you're not sure you fully understand it left you with. And what it felt like to have him closer.

Joel's sitting up fully now, waiting. "If I was looking, it wouldn't be at Ben, it'd be..." His hand calmly trails back to its previous spot on your leg with each of your words. Fuck, you're struggling to think again. "At you."

At that, his fingers push upwards, touching directly between your legs. "Really?" He's quick to create a steady rhythm, pulsing his pointer and middle finger at a speed that makes it impossible to breath. Your eyes screw shut so tightly you see stars. "You're so wet, can feel it through those shorts of yours."

The way Joel's voice catches on itself makes a weak sound slip out. You'd be embarrassed by it if he gave you the chance to be, but before you can even think twice about it, Joel's free hand finds the back of his head. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls you forward so harshly you try to gasp. The sound doesn't make it out, Joel's mouth is on yours before it has a chance.

He holds you against him as he takes his time pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth and letting his tongue glide over the bites. Your mouth opens for him instinctually, asking for more.

Joel's taking his time and moving at a speed that has him everywhere all at once as his fingers continue to work you through the fabric that divides you. He releases you with no warning, the hand at the back of your head finding a new place right beneath your chin. His fingers pause, forcing out an instinctual whine.

He's panting near your ear in a way that makes you miss his touch even more. "So this is all for me, sweetheart?" His eyes flit from your face back down to your lips.

Even though the question is dripping with roughness, there still manages to be a hint of something else there. Something genuine. It doesn't matter, though, because all you have the willpower to do is nod. Joel turns his head, pressing a kiss to your temple that's so close to tender it leaves you spinning. He trails the barely there kisses down to your ear before whispering, "Then prove it."

The word's send a jolt through you. "Prove it?"

Joel tugs you closer, you listen clambering back to where you were before trying to leave. Joel rests his back against the wall and makes a point of extending one leg. You don't fully get it until he's helping you ease onto his thigh. The material of his sweats is nowhere near enough.

"Joel--"

"Sh," he hums, soothingly as he runs a hand up and down your back, "It's okay, sweetheart." The hand that's still on your hip squeezes firmly. "I've got you, y'know that." He helps pull you forward on his thigh and the pressure after so long without nothing hits you harder than you thought it would. "There you go," you push down harder, faster, "Just like that."

The longer you go, the more Joel encourages you, whispering sweet nothings and words of encouragement as the knot in your stomach continues to grow until your body feels it. You're seizing up, body ready to throw itself off of a ledge. Your thigh squeezes around his leg, which must be how Joel knows you're close, because before you can find release, his hand is leaving your back and moving onto your arm. In one, fluid motion that should be impossible, he flips you two.

Your back is on the mattress and Joel's above you, pinning you in place with his body. You can feel him, all of him, hard and struggling between the layers that divide you.

Your lips part, but you don't know what to say. You're still reeling from your stolen orgasm, and you're not sure if you want to curse him out for it or simply ask why and how. Bad back your ass the way he just turned the two of you over with no real effort.

Before a single sound can come out of you, Joel folds the edge of the T-shirt you sleep in, exposing your stomach. A fluttery kiss to newly exposed skin. Again and again until he has to push up even more of your shirt to continue. "This," his voice comes out lower, harder as he tugs at the fabric, "Off."

You sit up just enough to help him tug the shirt off as quickly as possible. The desperation makes it harder than it ever should be to take off a shirt, but the offensive piece of fabric eventually finds its way to the floor.

The bareness you feel is startling, even in this level of darkness. Joel doesn't give you a chance to let your mind wander or insecurity take root. His mouth is exploring the newly exposed skin immediately. It's a rabid mix of love bites and placating the irritated marks with soft passes of his tongue and genuine, devoted kisses.

It's then that you realize there's a reason he's taking his time. He's definitely hard, you can feel him pressing against your thigh, but that doesn't matter to him. He's taking his time because he can. Because he's enjoying it, getting off on having you writhing and desperate under him.

"Joel," your voice is so small it feels like it belongs to someone else.

He pauses, lifting his head just enough that the scruff of his facial hair scratches comfortingly against your skin. A reminder that he's still him. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

You carefully lift a hand, making sure your movements are easy to follow in the dark. Joel lets your fingers settle in his hair. "Need more-need you."

"I know, sweetheart." His voice is low and soft, impossible to not trust. "You can wait a little longer." His teeth drag against your skin again. "Can't you, baby?"

Fuck, he could ask you anything like that and you'd have to say yes. "Mm."

He takes it as the answer it's supposed to be. Joel goes back to it until his fingers finally snag around the elastic band of your shorts. In one swift motion, he tugs it and your underwear away, leaving you fully exposed. He gives no warning before moving his mouth to your thighs, slowly moving up until the only thing left is your center.

With no warning, Joel licks through your folds. You practically cry out. "I know, sweetheart," he mumbles, barely looking up, "You can take it."

After that, he picks up the pace. Just as you think you're going to get used to the overwhelming pleasure, Joel moves his hand down your waist to use his thumb against your clit. Fuck. You're panting, whining, begging.

Joel groans. "You're close, I can feel you." His fingers replace his mouth, "You gonna come?" Another whine, like your body has forgotten how to make any other sound. "Yeah?" He's picking up the pace, pushing his fingers into you in a way that hits you somewhere deep. "Come on my fingers, sweetheart, I've got you."

His pace reaches its peak and his thumb works at your clit until you're finally pushed over the edge. Joel reaches you before you can scream, muffling the sound of your orgasm by pressing his lips to yours.

You can taste yourself on his tongue as he works you through your high. Joel knows when to stop, when the pleasure comes close to bordering on painful, he moves his hand back up your waist and focuses on just kissing you.

After a few minutes, you regain control of your thoughts. The urge to pull him closer takes over once again. Without thinking, you're tugging at the hem of his shirt. You almost think twice about it, but decide that it's only fair. He's touched so much of you and seen even more. All while fully clothed.

You're not as good or tactful about it as he is, likely due to the gap in your experience, but Joel picks up on what you want. He pulls away cautiously, eyebrows furrowing together like he's debating before finally giving in.

He discards his shirt just as carelessly as he got rid of his own. Joel tries to reconnect the two of you together again before you can take full note of him. It's a tactic you find the strength to beat, turning your head just enough to indicate that you're pausing.

Joel allows that, stills against with no protest. The silent promise that it's your pace is comforting. You let your eyes rake over his chest in what you hope is subtle, but really doubt actually comes off that way. You can feel him tense under your gaze. You stretch out a hand carefully, touching him because you can. Your attention focuses on the details that you can make out despite the limited light. A few marks of varying sizes are visible across his skin.

Scars. You wonder how many of them there are and the stories behind each. What it'd feel like to touch and learn each of them until they're as familiar as the lines of your palms. Your hand drifts down, faintly touching a particularly long mark.

Joel's hand moves, catching your wrist before you can make it any further. You frown up at him. "I want--"

"I--" He cuts himself off, unsure on how to explain it. You deserve to know what a war it will be to get him to open up, but he doesn't want that to change things. "Not yet, okay?" He squeezes your hand in his. "I'm not an easy person to care about, to get close to, but I--I can try to--"

"I disagree." He frowns at being cut off, but lets you continue. "And you don't have to worry about forcing anything right now, whatever you have to give, that's what I want."

That's all it takes. Joel crashes his mouth to yours, holding you there for much longer than before. He shifts away just enough to be able to pull down his pants. He strokes himself briefly before lining himself up with your entrance.

Joel enters you with no warning, easing himself in until your hips are pressed together. You're a mess despite his soothing words. He pulls back and pushes back, again and again until all you're seeing is white, blinding pleasure. "Fuck!"

"You're squeezin' me so good, sweetheart," his groans are hot and heavy against the shell of your ear. "Oh, sweetheart," he's losing his tact, his movements becoming more and more desperate. "You gonna come with me?"

You nod, eyes screwing shut as Joel picks up the pace until you're a mess again. He clamps a hand over your mouth as your second orgasm hits you fast and hard. It takes all of Joel's strength to pull out before finishing.

He lets himself relax against you after, a mess of sweaty limbs as you both recover. After a minute, Joel sits up. "You leaving?"

Joel brushes back your hair out of your face gently. "No, sweetheart, just need to get something to clean you up, okay?" You're about to protest again, but Joel beats you to it, "You don't want to sleep like this." When your only reaction is to pout up to him and cling to his arm, Joel leans down and finds a shirt to offer you. "Ellie's an early riser that never learned how to knock. You want to deal with this in the morning while pretending you're not?"

That's a point that sticks. You could probably explain Joel being in here early in the morning or he could climb out of your bed at first sunlight to keep this from being weird for Ellie...but your current state? Yeah, that's undeniable. "Come back?"

Joel squeezes your hand, taking a moment to watch your small expression fondly. "Promise."

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[name-s-are-not-important]

Headcanon

Some time after TYE plot, Cralt met and spent all day talking, because they missed each other. Crowley’s infdumping started eventually and to his horror Halt fell asleep during it... Crowley was devastated, offended, he couldn’t believe Halt would be so bored by him only after one day.

But then still half asleep Halt asked him if he could continue to talk. And as Crowley did, Halt fell asleep again, for a few hours.

When Crowley, still confused about it, confronted him after that, Halt got angry of the accusations that he was bored and he blurted out that he was feeling safe ffs, so he slept, why is Crowley making such a big deal of this.

He didn’t yet said about his post-war nightmares then, but Crowley already understood. And he would keep talking each time he noticed that Halt was tired. And Halt would sleep then, sometimes cuddled by Crowley, feeling safe hearing his voice.

When he was in Skandia, Halt dreamed of Crowley’s voice whenever he managed to fall asleep. And Crowley kept talking in his mind, as he spent sleepless nights in his office, wondering whether he will ever be able to make Halt feel safe again...

#rangers apprentice #ranger's apprentice #incorrect quotes #ranger’s apprentice #halt o'carrick #ranger’s apprentice meme #ra memes #crowley meratyn #cralt #headcanon #cralt angst #cralt fluff

[greensagephase]

Alondra I just read part 13 and I'm screaming!

Life have been very hectic for me lately as I started my new masters, and I needed the time to sit down and properly read the thing that I know now that is my favourite thing to wait for

Its currently 3am, I'm sleepless just like Miguel, chronically staring at my screens as I go through coding and other complex stuff (fr my O'hara era) but I needed comfort and I was like you know what? F this, I'm reading NVC, idk I was gonna stay up late anyways.

After all my rant here are my thoughts, in order probably of how I felt about the fic:

-First of all the SCARF are you kidding me?!? The fact that Miggy keeps it for comfort and reader knows and decides to trick him out on wearing it so her scent lingers on it, fixing it around her aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhhhhhh i mean come onnnnnnnnnnn kiss already

-And then Miguel just casually putting the scarf on her cause whatever YOLO just do it, my heart exploded

-AND LORD HAVE MERCY SEND HELP I'M GOING CRAZY ABOUT WEARING MIGUEL'S JACKET

-istg I felt it around me, like a thousand sizes bigger than me, being cozy like a blanket? My heart aches!

-Miguel telling reader to be careful and then she sayind "I'll see you at home" I literally had to bite my arm not to scream and wake up my roomates LOL

-This part got me sooooo longing, cause this is istg my brother and I dynamic with my mom and grandma, is latino coded that I love it, it filled my heart to remember those days.

-AND ALSO HELLO NOT YOU REFERRING EDUARDO YAÑEZ LOOKING LIKE MIGUEL IM HISTERICALLY LAUGHING OMGGGGGGGGG (gotta say destilando amor is an amazing novela lol)

-I can't… are we saying we have a crush on him? Cause… sighs I do.. I long for him -I'm sorry I'm making this notes as I go and I'm ranting but this..

-Miguel… you can hug me any day baby you don't need to stuff a pillow.

-The blanket, the canelita, the talk in the couch… the yearning for physical touch, the new playfulness of Miguel… I was in tears for at least 20 min before I could continue reading.

-Little side note on this… phrase… my mind started to go places where it didn't need to be about my theories on spiderverse lol,please SONY IM BEGGING, I need for 2025 to come asap, I need answers and more Miggy.

-Anyways know that I'm writing this as a live reaction and I just stood up from my chair to go scream at mi pillow when I saw the word

GARIBALDIS, you finally did it I love so much MY HEARTTT IS GONNA EXPLODE!

You have no idea how happy this just made me! AAAAH!

-And in this angsty part… OMG… I swear I needed like 20 more minutes to recollect myself...meanwhile I'll give you this gaby doodle

-Okay add like another 20 minutes after you mentioned that Gaby sang Luna de Xelajú on the guitar, this whole Gabriella convo has my heart aching more, I need this little girl in my life...

-Not Miguel telling reader about his dreams of her interacting with Gabi and Gabriel, I'm on the floor once again, and telling her that they love her and she admitting she loves them too

-So for the next part when reader and Miguel hold hands while sleeping… I'll just share my doodle with you.... I went insane...

-The image of this alone will have me dreaming all night of him i swear, this became to much for my heart to quickly, I can freaking assure you that this is the best piece of FF reading of my life I'm not even kidding, I'll hold your hand as miguel did 🥺

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST

OMG WE ARE OFFICIALLY BEST FRIENDS THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE

I had to doodle them both, cause hello they for sure were so cute admitting it to each other, and Miguel laughing... AAAAAAAAH!

My friend you ended up killing me with the Chilaquiles part AND YOU MENTIONING IT WAS FOR ME AND THE GARIBALDIS TOO?!?!

ISTG I LOVE YOU, it means a lot to me 😭😭😭😭😭😭

I want Miguel to cook me some spicy chilaquiles!!!! awww! this was just perfect I swear!!

Well my rant ends up here, I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to get to you, but life has been chaotic! I'm so glad I took my proper time to read and enjoy this because I felt so many things reading this chapter, it was amazing as always and can't wait for what's next!!

Sending you pinky finger hugs!

Hola, Ana!! I'm so happy you got to read part 13 despite now busy you are!! Congrats on starting your new masters!!!!!!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 I'm so proud of you!!!! Also, I'm screaming about you being in your O'Hara era, haha!! You're truly embodying him with all the screens and staying up!! But in all seriousness, I hope you're doing well and taking some well deserved time off, at least a few minutes for your mental health :)

Also, I loved reading all your reactions as you were reading the part, haha (I hope you didn't wake up your roommates)!! But now, time for me to rant about this chapter, too, because it's been one of my favorite to write so far!!

The scarf moment - the way reader tricked Miguel so she could wear it and keep her scent on it, him placing it on her the next time!! He was bold for that and playful which skjksjh, I love this side of him !! But | agree, need them to kiss already !!!! (currently fighting thoughts on them kissing and doing more 🫣🫣 the thoughts are just too much)

Reader WEARING MIGUEL'S JACKET, I'M SO GLAD YOU MENTION IT BECAUSE I WAS SCREAMING ABOUT IT AND MIGUEL'S REACTION - mans brain was buffering 💀 but also imagine wearing his jacket?? I need it 😮‍💨 imagine how comforting it would feel? And his SCENT (I'm normal about this, I promise)

sjshJSsk reader telling Miguel, " I'll see you at home" - just me being silly, and giving you guys and myself a little taste of the future 😌 (once again, the thoughts are consuming me)

Okay for the telenovela part, I was like gotta include this because this was also an evening thing for my siblings and me with my parents. I also love thinking about Miguel having these Latin experiences, so I was like imagine Miguel and Gabriel sitting at the dining table doing homework while Conchata watches the telenovela? Plus, it gave me an excuse to include Gabriel because I seriously love him so much!! So, I'm so happy that this little scene allowed you to reminisce on your childhood!! 🥺

ANA I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD MENTION THE EDUARDO YAÑEZ REFERENCE - THANK YOU!!! I had to after seeing people on tiktok saying Miguel kinda looked like him months ago lol and well, me personally, I had the biggest crush on him growing up 🤭 (and real! Destilando Amor is one of my favorite telenovelas !!)

About reader maybe having a crush on him because she realizes she's found someone like Peter in Miguel....um, no comment. But I definitely have a crush on him (I love him)!!!

And Miguel stuffing a pillow into reader's sweatshirt - SAME!! I'm like, just come and hug me, Miguel, no need for the pillow (imagining things right now)

The whole moment with the blanket and canelita to have this talk about Miguel's past - I wanted the moment to be as comforting as possible for Miguel with how heavy and sad the talk was going to be. 😭 And then, both of them yearning for physical contact (because Miguel is definitely yearning for it, if it's not clear!!) I just really loved it because now we have not only reader but also Miguel wanting more physical touch!!! I can't wait for them to finally hug fr!!!

Ana, I would love to know about your theories regarding the multiverse and universes collapsing because it's something I've been thinking about. I literally think about it and then just stop because I feel like I'm losing my mind over it. I NEED ANSWERS!! And more Miggy content, too 😭😭

THE GABY DOODLE HAS KILLED ME - SHES SO CUTE!!! LOOK AT HER CHEEKY SMILE - THE WAY I WOULD'VE CRIED IF I SAW THAT PIC LIVE WITH MIGUEL !!! The Luna de Xelajú mention with Gaby - I hurt myself with that one ngl and I feel you!! I know Gaby has little screen time in the movie but I just love her so much and I wish we had more content of her and Miggy (Sony I'm begging for more content of them happy plssss)!! But no, seriously, I would love to have her in my life and look after her (I would even raise her, let's be real) She's such an angel 🥺🥺

The part with Miguel telling reader about his dreams and her being part of them, and how she interacts with Gaby and Gabriel and how they love her !! And then you also have reader revealing that she loves them, too - AHHH!!! It's like, you guys should marry already pls (Gaby and Gabriel are probably watching from somewhere like, "éstos dos..." 🫠 Gabriel probably tells Gaby that, "Your dad has one of the brightest minds of all time, but he's never been good at this romance thing. So, I guess we need to give him time.")

OK OK OK OK YOUR DOODLE OF MIGUEL SLEEPING AND HOLDING HANDS WITH READER AHHHHH!!!!

He looks so dreamy and cute 🥺🥺🥺 I love it so much I'm just staring at my screen (again) with heart eyes!!!! Thank you Ana ❤️❤️❤️ I'm so happy you liked this moment because I was screaming and ventilating the whole time while writing it!!!!!

AND YES, IT'S HAPPENING, WE OFFICIALLY HAVE THE BEST FRIEND TITLE (almost 200k words later) BUT WE GOT HERE!!!! And we had some hand holding action (I've been waiting for this for months ngl!!!) I'm so proud of them finally admitting it!!!

MIGGY AND YOU, ANA -IM- THEY'RE SO CUTE AND MIGGY LAUGHING 🥺😭I LOVE THIS!!! You guys look so cute!!! I hope you draw your spidersona with Miggy more because they just look so cute together!!!!!! (when do we get a spidersona reveal fr?) BUT SERIOUSLY LOOK AT MIGGY !!! NEED THIS MAN TO SMILE AND LAUGH

Omg and the food and mention- I told you I was going to add the garibaldis and chilaquiles!! I was planning on including them in part 12 but then the flow of the chapter changed, so I decided to leave it for part 13!! I'm glad it made you happy!!! I thought it would be nice since you've told me you love both things (and I also love chilaquiles with all my heart), so I'm happy you loved it!!!! And girl, me, too!!! I want to sit down and drink coffee with Miguel and eat pan dulce, and then have him cook spicy chilaquiles - PLSSS !!!

I'm so so happy you enjoyed this chapter, friend!! I enjoyed reading your live reactions to it hehe, it made my heart explode with happiness!! And please don't apologize, I understand completely about being busy!! I hope school, work, and life in general is going smoothly for you!! I'm rooting for you and again, CONGRATS ON STARTING YOUR NEW MASTERS!!! I'm so, so proud of you 🥹

ALSO NOT YOU SIGNING OFF WITH PINKY FINGER HUGS !!!! AHHHHH I LOVE THAT AND YOU!!! THANK YOU FRIEND!!!!💖💖

Sending you pinky finger hugs back!!! <333

#non violent communication fan art #miguel o'hara #nonviolent communication #miguel ohara #nonviolent communication fanart #asked and answered #the doodle of Gaby - my heart is still hurting from that but in a good way!!! #Thank you for the support Ana ❤️

[zayn-in-wonderland]

As promised - some more headcanons and ideas about Sebaciel. 🖤💜

Please enjoy.

-> After all those years and getting on with each other, Ciel tells Sebastian someday how he misses his dog. He can't help but feel sometimes really lonely. Because whenever he was - alone - Sebastian was by his side. Normally the demon would answer to this sort of expression. But this was dangerous ground, because even with Vincent being dead, he promised his old master, never to reveal who he was. Especially not his sons. And Sebastian keeps his promises always. Yet it's impossible to ignore his tiny master's sadness about that topic, so, on some nights he allowes himself to get inside of his little souls dreams - forming himself around them, until he can insert them as his old form - Sebastian the dog - and plays and cuddles with Ciel inside his dreams.

Things however get out of hand when Sebastian realises how much he enjoys being so close to his little soul. Dog or not ...

-> While Ciel is simply annoyed by being constantly flirted on by some creepy strangers - Sebastian can't help to get jealous. It's stupid, because none of them would ever get a chance from his little soul. Nor his attention. Yet he hates it, how their eyes linger too long on what is his.

It doesn't take long for Ciel to get aware of Sebastian's curious behaviour.

-> After another sleepless night, Ciel walks into the library to read a little bit, just to find something he never noticed before. It's a small, worn pocket book. And as he open it, Ciel noticed the handwriting of his father. Curiousity get's him. Also the shock that his father seem to shared some intimate things with not only Diedrich but also Undertaker ... However. While it should repulse him (because of his mother ...), knowing what his father did with these two ... it makes him aware that his desire toward his demon maybe isn't wrong.

Thank you once again for your awesome ideas!! I will definitely use some of these ideas when I get to writing a ff❣️🖤 🫶

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair -My beloved Enemy 35 – The Shepherd

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

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After all that happened, Crosshair is pissed and things are getting a bit ugly.

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Warning: Strong Language / Violence (more or less canon typical) /Angst /Tension

What Happened before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair’s Conclusion

Part 25 - Good Soldiers Follow Orders

Part 26 - I’m Sorry Kitten

Part 27 - Bracca

Part 28 -Rampart

Part 29 - It’s All Tactics

Part 30 - CT 6116

Part 31 - Of Wolves And Sheep

Part 32 - Dying Hope

Part 33 - Hero Of The Day

Part 34 - When The Wolf Eats The Sheep

Part 35 - The Shepherd

It wasn't entirely clear to you if you were dreaming, hallucinating, or maybe already dead. But you saw the cell door open behind Wolffe, Crosshair and Tech came in. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and you were sure it couldn't be real. Your pulse was suddenly racing and the world around you seemed to slow down, you couldn't do anything but stare at what was happening in front of you.

Crosshair attacked Wolffe from behind, ramming the stun baton into his back. Wolffe let go of you, his face contorted in pain and shock.

You tried to keep your balance, coughing, just now realizing you had to keep breathing, when suddenly Tech was beside you, reaching under your arm and around your back to hold you upright.

"It's okay, breath ad'ika," you heard his voice say beside you, gentle and caring.

You winced as Crosshair lashed out with the shock staff and hit Wolffe on his temple, as if it had hit you. Wolffe went down groaning in response. Crosshair lashed out again. You broke away from Tech without thinking and threw yourself over Wolffe, who was lying on the ground, between Crosshair and him, and Crosshair swung at his target once more.

The Sniper stopped himself barely above you, almost hit you instead.

"What the hell- Y/N, get out of the way," he growled.

He was startled and amgry at the same time, he almost accidently hit you because of your action and his heart had just jumped into his throat for that split second when he thought he couldn't stop it from happening.

"No, it's not his fault!" you said agitatedly, raising an arm in his direction as if making a defensive move.

Crosshair glared at you, his anger was not on you actually, but you were just poking into a hornets nest right now.

"I don't fucking care! Look at you! What he did to you!"

Your fingers softly touched your own face and you felt a burn, just from that slight touch, yet you shook your head, it wasn't Wolffe's fault.

Crosshair was fuming with anger.

You sighed, "I know what he did, I was here, felt it abundantly clear!"

Tech in the backgorund suddenly seemed to get smaller.

Tech said softly, "Please don't start arguing, I don't think I can take any more of this emotional stress."

It was all just a bit too much.

You looked at Tech, who was still standing, pale, where you had broken away from him before.

"I'm sorry Tech. I'm not arguing, I just want to protect Wolffe, it's not his fault, he came here to help me save you, the same that happened to you, Crosshair ,happened to him, they put a new chip in him."

You were determined to keep Wolffe save, even from he man you loved.

Wolffe stirred a little and moaned "Y/N.... you okay? ...so sorry.... no control...maker I'm so sorry" he tried to sit up but Crosshair pulled you away from him and put a foot on his chest to keep him down.

Stratled you lost balance in your crouching position and landet on your ass.

Wolffe coughed, "Ey...what the hell...oh I see.... you must be Crosshair"

"I think the blow with the electric rod may have damaged his chip," Tech speculated, "anyway, he seems to be himself again for now."

Crosshair was breathing heavily, he was staring down at the clone, he was angry, unsure if he could trust him, he knew you were running out of time and his broken finger was throbbing like crazy.

"Either way, we can't leave him here," you said sternly.

Crosshair snorted angrily and growled at Wolffe, "We're still talking about what happened here, but not now. However, if you make one wrong move in her direction, I will kill you no questions asked."

Crosshair wasn't making jokes or empty threats, he was dead serious.

Wolffe nodded grimly, "Understandable. Would do the same in your shoes."

His eyes wandered to you as he stood up and he frowned worriedly. He saw the injuries he had inflicted on you and felt a stone in his stomach. He was really sorry, he had no idea how to make it up to you.

"I'm really sorry, I... I knew what I was doing all along, but I had no control over it, not really anyway. My brain was full of compulsive triggers but no feelings with no real control."

Crosshair put himself between the two of you and growled, "Stay away from her."

"Cross-" you wanted to speak soothingly to him but he interrupted you "No, Y/N, I'm not going to discuss that".

He pushed you towards Tech and said to him "Watch her, I'm keeping an eye on our Imperial Reg".

The word „Reg“ he spit out, like it was something disgusting he could barely get past his lips. You could see anger flaring in Wolffe's eyes, but he held back.

"Cross-" you tried to speak to him again.

Crosshair raised his finger jerkily, his posture and expression enough to prevent you from speaking further. He shook his head. Even when he said he wouldn't discuss it, he had been completely serious.

Wolffe gritted his teeth, but then walked ahead of Crosshair out of the cell without looking at you again.

It was so surreal, you didn't even hug or say hello or anything, the situation was so tense. But you had time for that later.

"We have to find Echo, I'm not leaving without Echo," you said seriously.

Tech nodded and said, "I think we already know where he is, we're going to do everything we can to get him out."

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[v3lv3tsin]

i hate you | park sunghoon

pairing: park sunghoon x reader | genre: enemies to lovers, academic rivals | warning: smut, minors dni | word count: 0.5k

[ BACK TO MASTERLIST ]

Hating on Sunghoon could be considered one of the best things that happened in your life. As much as you hated him you couldn't deny the fact that he knew how to make you feel good. So fucking good.

Ever since kindergarden you and Sunghoon never got along, but it all started when he drew on your paper as you were writing. Dumb reason right, but you were 5 so there wasn't much expected of you. That's the moment when you knew that you two could never be in the same room together or the next world war would happen in any moment.

But the war continued as you both would find yourselves in the same university, Harvard. One of the most prestigious universities in the whole world. It had been your dream to be there ever since you were little. You were sitting in the lecture room, waiting for everyone to come. You were used to arriving early, but soon after you saw him. Park fucking Sunghoon. Dressed in a white shirt and a black suit jacket. And wearing his glasses. Those fucking glasses that turned you on.

You couldn't believe it. He was actually coming into the lecture room with a smug look on his face. That's when you knew that those 3 years were gonna be a nightmare, or so you thought.

It was midterm week in law school which meant stress levels were at maximum. Sleepless nights and loads of coffee. Not until you found yourself faced with a situation you never thought would happen. Park Sunghoon at your doorstep looking tired as if he didn't sleep for more than 2 nights.

"What are you doing here?" You ask stunned by his appearence.

He doesn't say anything and takes your face in his hands kissing you hungrily. You kissed him back immediately needing a distraction. That's what this will be. Just a distraction. Just as expected he continues to kiss you pushing you against the wall then taking you to bed. He continued kissing you slowly leaving love bites on your neck. Your moans reassuring him that it gave you pleasure.

Moments later you found yourself moaning and gripping his hair as he licked your clit. He licked and sucked like there was no tomorrow. Gripping the sheets, you look up to see him still having his glasses on. It turned you on seeing his head between your legs. Making you scream in pleasure his name "Sunghoon".

Waking up in the morning you nuzzle your head in his chest, feeling sore. That's when you and him find yourselves fucking everytime. Feeling stressed, he'a got you. Needy, always there. But you never turned him down in returning the favor which often resulted in you sucking him off in the lectures, by having the excuse that the pen fell down. He was a gentleman when it came to sex and you loved every single second of it.

Bathroom. Check. His dorm. Check. Your dorm. Check. But there were times when he would tease you, leaving you needy as he was bust focusing on midterms or exams. He liked playing with you and you liked being played with.

Someone that was supposed to just a distraction became much more.

P.S 💌: i wanna take a moment and appreciate all the notes and reblogs fot my heeseung ff, it means so much to me, you have no idea. If you have any requests or wanna ask me something or etc. don't be afraid to slide into my dms🥹

© V3LV3TSIN ⎯ do not repost, translate, plagiarise or claim any of my works as your own.

#Spotify #kpop smut #enhypen #enha #enhypen smut #park sunghoon #park sunghoon smut #enhypen drabbles #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen hard hours #sunghoon x reader #enhypen scenarios #sunghoon #enhypen sunghoon

[dangcommaannie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Not necessarily tagged, but I saw @dadvans do this and I wanted to too lol

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

104!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

453,629, which is way more than I thought!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly Haikyuu right now. I used to write a fair amount of Yuri on Ice, Miss Sherlock, Overwatch, and Dream Daddy. I've got some Leverage fics too as well as some one off fics for some other fandoms.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Yes, Professor? (Yuri on Ice)

Bro? (Dream Daddy)

Read Between the Lines (Haikyuu)

Everybody Loves Toshi (Haikyuu)

All In (Haikyuu)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Absolutely! It might take me a minute, and I may read it and forget to respond, but I do try to respond to everything.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm I don't usually do angsty endings, so this was hard. But probably Like We Used To Do (Haikyuu) or Silver Bells and Cockle Shells (Dream Daddy.)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably To This Ordinary Day (Overwatch.) It's just all fluff.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not usually. I actually only got my first rude comment the other day, which, given how much I've written and for how long, is very good. Good on you, readers!

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, but not well lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

No full fics of crossovers so far, but I've written a few drabbles that had some crossovers when I used to do requests for Miss Sherlock.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know and I can only hope it never happens.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! It's so shocking to me that people want to translate my fics! As a polyglot, I know how hard it is to translate things and it's wild to me that people would pick to translate my fics!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I have not.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

You think I, a wild multishipper and rare pair lover, can choose? In this economy?! Nah, but really, if I had to pick, probably yeehan (Overwatch), ushisaku (Haikyuu), ushiten (Haikyuu), ushioi (Haikyuu), and the ot3 (Leverage). There's definitely a trend there lol 😅

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh, no, sorry to my Yuri on Ice fans, but probably Kiss Kiss Katsudon! and Hey Mister DJ. I've had the docs for them sitting around for forever and I want to say that they'll at least get updated someday, I know it is highly unlikely right now. I'll still try, though. I'll still try. 👍

16. What are your writing strengths?

I would hope my characterization is good. I think I do well with dialogue too. I don't plan it, but I do unintentionally write a fair amount of character study that I think are good and I'm pretty sure that stems from me being an English literature major. Even though I have long since graduated, I still can't help but over-analyze and write essays. 😅

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing anything and smut, which are kinda the same thing lol

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I don't think I mind it. I can't recall if I've done it for a fic, but I don't have particularly strong feelings about it, I guess.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Probably Naruto. Quizilla is gone, but I know there are definitely still Naruto and Death Note fics on my FF.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Time for me to promo some fics I feel deserve more love!

Nah, but really, though, Sleepless (Haikyuu) holds a very special place in my heart as does Yes, Professor? (Yuri on Ice). Neither are perfect, but they are influenced by some aspects of life, so they remain dear to me.

Legato (Haikyuu) was the first fic I wrote for @theorangecourt exchange and it was just way better than I had anticipated. Goshiki Tsutomu's Fool-Proof Step by Step Plan on How to be the Coolest Kid in Town (Haikyuu) was also inspired by my lovely friends in the Orange Court.

a book elegantly bound (Good Omens) was written on a whim and it's the first fic I wrote that got fanart.

Last, but definitely not least, 20 Questions (Haikyuu). I feel like this is one of my most underappreciated fics, and I need people to read it and appreciate it because I absolutely love and adore this fic so much. There is more of me in this than I had planned, but it still remains true to itself as well. I would not want to turn a fic into an actual published work, but if I had to, if someone forced me to, I would choose this one.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it!

#personal post #about me #annie writes updates

[rendezvousrenjun]

sleepless | n.jaemin

“Well well well what do we have here?”

Jaemin’s silhouette leans against the wall at the edge of the hallway. He catches you wrapped in a duvet in the crevice of the couch. He notices how you’re zoning out whilst gazing at the contents of your mug, then out the window of your shared apartment. When he turns on the lights your head turns to him, squinting at the sudden brightness. He turns them off right after. 

“I can’t sleep.”

“I don't think coffee will help with that.”

Yet his bunny slippers are shuffling towards the kitchen to make a cup of his own. The drip sound is peaceful, the smell fragrant and airy. You scoot a bit deeper within the couch to make room for him before he places himself down. His shoulder knocks up against yours as he takes the end of your blanket to wrap it around himself too. The two of you are cocooned in silence, his arm casually slipping across your shoulders so that you’re pressed closer to him. 

“Why can't you sleep?” he takes a sip from his cup. 

“I have a lot of thoughts these days.”

“Thoughts? Like what type of thoughts?”

You sigh, laying your head down onto his chest. 

“You know… deep thoughts.” 

“Well, thank goodness I’m good at swimming so I can dive into your head.” His giggles make you smile subconsciously as you feel them rumble throughout his body. “Talk to me y/n, we are going to have a Na Jaemin exclusive counseling session.”

“Well…”

“Yes! Excellent! Brilliant! Absolutely amazing from the first word!” He grins at you jokingly, but closes his eyes and brings his hand to his ear to urge you to continue. 

“Don’t laugh at me okay?”

“Me? Laugh at you? Never.”

“Well, I’m afraid one day I’m gonna wake up and this is all a dream. That being with you is just a dream. I'm afraid you’re too good for me sometimes, I mean listen to me complain to you so much, don’t you ever get tired of it? Of me?”

He pouts at you and takes hold of both of your hands, “y/n. This is not a dream. If it were you would be sleeping, right? And look at us, wide awake at 2 am drinking black coffee.” His voice goes an octave deeper, “Your feelings are valid. And you're supposed to complain to me, we have to complain to each other-- how else will we be able to express our emotions? If we don’t talk about ourselves who else would we talk about?”

“You're right, rather ourselves than other people.”

“Of course I’m right!” He proudly squeezes your hands, ���Now, ask me how much I love you.”

“How much do you love me?” your voice comes out soft, a bit shy about the direct question.

“I would die.”

“What?”

“I always think of scenarios where you're about to die, and without a doubt I would jump in to save you.” 

“Seriously?”

 “Seriously.” 

You take a moment to process his confession before hitting his chest. His eyes go big at your aggressive reaction. 

“Don’t do that!”

“Why?”

“If you die I'll be-- man I don’t even want to imagine that.”

He takes hold of your hands again, gently rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. There's a certain way Jaemin looks at you. Not only now, but in moments where you feel powerless. He looks at you as if you're the entire universe. As if you are everything and everyone he could ever want or need. He's teary eyed but he's smiling at you. An expression so genuine that it has your heart swell in ways you didn’t know were possible until you saw it. He thinks you look at him the same exact way, and he wishes he could show you how beautiful you look in this moment, if not every single moment you are with him. 

“Okay then let’s just make sure we die at the same time, that way the other one wont have to be sad alone.”

“Promise?” 

You hold out your pinky to him.

“Promise.” 

He locks your pinkies together.  ──────  ⊱   sleepless | ot7 dream mini series ↬ synopsis: Each sleepless night tells a different story for a lover or a loner. Whether it be impulsively cutting your bangs or having a heart to heart talk with your boyfriend at three am. a/n: and that’s a wrap! thank you for everyone who has supported this series ♡

#sleepless mini series #neowritingsnet #cznnet #jaemin #nct jaemin #na jaemin #nana #jaemin soft hours #nct #nct dream #jaemin fluff #jaemin imagines #jaemin scenarios #jaemin ff #jaemin reactions #jaemin drabbles #jaemin blurbs #jaemin x reader #nct fluff #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct reactions #nct ff #nct blurbs #nct drabbles #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream reactions #nct dream ff

[rumov]

more for the percico story i keep adding to :^\ merry (early) christmas to the boys that can’t figure it out

#pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson #percico #drawing #i’ll publish it soon….ish…. #sleepless dreams ff

[such-a-random-rambler]

Post XL Snippet

ha! take that, every growing list of WIP! One document closed lol.

Previous parts here on AO3 or FF

Jeff still couldn’t quite believe it. He was sitting by the pool, ice cold fruit juice in hand, watching the sun set. On Earth. With his family. Years of isolation and difficult living conditions had almost seared away any belief that this would actually happen, warped the memory of it to a dream. But here he was. Fresh air. Gentle breeze. Sound of the nearby ocean.

Perfection.

“Need anything Dad?” Scott said, appearing behind him.

“No. There is nothing more I need.”  

“Then I’ll say good night. I think everyone else is in bed but if you need a hand to get upstairs” he was still adjusting to Earth’s gravity, “give a shout for EOS – she can wake us up.”

Jeff frowned, remembering something that soiled this perfection.

“Actually, there is something I wanted to talk to you about,” he gestured to the lounger opposite where Scott moved to perch, and lowered his voice. “I want to ask you about EOS.”

“What about her?”

“Gordon said something back on the Zero XL that concerned me so I dug out the mission report. I thought he was joking but,” Jeff shook his head “that AI actually tried to kill John.”

“Thanks Gordon,” Scott muttered “Well, yes. In a manner of speaking.”

“No ‘manner of speaking’. She shut him out an airlock.” And didn’t Jeff  know exactly what it felt like to be on his own without a comforting layer atmosphere around him. It has been his life for too long, nearly his death on a couple of occasions.  “He was very lucky that he survived and even luckier he didn’t suffer brain damage.”

“I know. Believe me I know.”

“Then why is it still on Thunderbird Five?”

“I thought this was coming and had hoped John would be the one that you’d have this conversation with.” Scott shifted, nervous or uncomfortable.  

“Look Scott, I’m so proud of how the family have pulled together while I was errr gone, but you were in charge. I respect almost every decision you’ve made  - even if wouldn’t have made quite the same ones – but this one I don’t understand.”

Scott gave him a steady look, jaw firm, nervousness gone. “I think what you don’t understand how we’ve been working while you were away. There’s been a lot less of ‘in charge’ than you suppose. If I had tried that we might have had an organisation but we sure as hell wouldn’t have had a family left.”

“There has to be some sort of command structure though.....”

“We have it when we need it, but most of the time we don’t need it. This was one of those times.”

“So you just all decided to trust it five minutes after it tried to kill your brother.”

“Not at all. Don’t think we haven’t had a hundred conversations about this. Don’t think I haven’t had sleepless nights. But in the end it just came down to trusting John, and his judgement. He made the call after he and EOS came to an understanding.”

“An understanding? And you let it stay.” Jeff said disapprovingly.

“She chose to stay. And since that day she’s saved John’s life several times, saved everyone I think. Without her we wouldn’t have been able to bring you home.”

Was that true? Jeff would have to spend a lot more time on the mission reports, paying particular attention to the AI’s involvement.  

“And I know what you’re going to think next.” Scott continued, passionate. “She could turn on us at any time. I’ve had that nightmare too. What if she logically decides we need to be eliminated? What if her programming gets corrupted or she gets a virus? But if you stop thinking of her as a machine and start thinking of her a person it becomes much simpler. She’s not going to endanger us – endanger John – any more than Brains would.”

“Brains is family.”

“So is EOS.”

“That’s.... quite a statement.” Jeff said softly.  

Scott gave a slight smile. “Sure is. Took a long time to get here as well, so don’t worry if you’re not in the same place.”

Scott stood, stretching. “I need to get some sleep. John trusts EOS and that’s rubbed us on the rest of us. Have a chat with them someday soon and you’ll see.” Scott gave a nod in good night, and sauntered back to the house, once again leaving Jeff alone.

Alone, but much less lonely than he had become accustomed to.  

There was much he would have to become re-accustomed to, much to learn about how his family now worked and his place within it. EOS would be top of the list.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #tag #fanfic

[monroe-militia]

Sweet Dreams are Made of This chapter 14 on AO3

Sweet Dreams are Made of This chapter 14 on FF

When Bass is taken over by the nanotech, he gets a glimpse of what his perfect dream world would be and who would be in it.

#NBC Revolution #Bass Monroe #Charlie Matheson #Charloe #FF Updates #Personal #Look guys! #Weekly updating on this fic and Sleepless Nights #At least for now #Can you believe it? #Sweet Dreams are Made of This

[suspendrs]

thank you to my very best friend @moonlightlouie / @moonoodledoodle for making this lil comic.

one last story before i go:

i started writing fic when i was 16, after my very first heartbreak. i didn’t even know i was queer back then, but i had my very first internet friend, and we were as close as any two ‘straight’ larries could be. We talked about everything without actually talking about any of it, we were each other’s safe space, and it was, to this day, the most special relationship i’ve ever had with another human. even though i don’t talk to this person anymore, i wish her all the best in the world, and i think about her every single day of my life.

when this specific friend stopped talking to me, i went into a depressive spiral. i didn’t know at the time that i was experiencing my very first heartbreak, or that the weird infatuation i had with that girl was probably my very first love, but i know that not having her anymore ruined me. i didn’t know what to do with all of those feelings; i couldn’t eat, i couldn’t sleep, all i could do was stare at the wall and think, and think, and think.

the very first fic i ever wrote, the oldest story on my ao3, is by far the worst thing i’ve ever written. it’s sloppy, it’s poorly written, it’s overly sexual and probably really problematic in a lot of ways. i am not proud of that fic whatsoever, and yet, almost five years later, i still cannot bring myself to delete it, because it reminds me of that girl i lost, the safety and the security she used to bring to me that every day when i got home from school, i’d have her to escape to. i wrote it for her, because of her, in replacement of her, and now every time i think of her, i think of everything she gave me.

if i hadn’t spent the week between christmas and new year’s in 2014 with a pain in my chest so troublesome i’m still surprised it didn’t kill me, if that pain hadn’t driven me to make one last desperate attempt to keep even the tiniest part of a person that meant everything to me and to whom i meant nothing, i wouldn’t be anywhere close to where i am today. i know that there’s a .000001% chance that you’re seeing this right now, Em, but thank you. for everything.

when i posted that first fic, i never expected anything to come out of it. it was for me, the equivalent of an old sleep shirt i stole from the girl who didn’t love me back, and i never thought in a million years that i’d even write another fic, let alone 42 more. in the first night that first fic was up, it raked in a little over a hundred hits, and exactly 15 kudos, and i was on top of the world. 

validation wasn’t something i was terribly used to at that point in time. i was bullied a lot as a kid by the group of girls i was supposed to be friends with. i never knew i was being bullied; i thought i deserved their cruelty, i thought it was something natural, something inherit about me that made me That Friend. some climates are warmer than others, some fish are predators and some are prey, and someone in the friend group must always be chosen to play the unwanted dog in every game of house.

those first fifteen kudos on a fic i didn’t even know that anybody would find meant the entire world to me. finally, someone could see me, someone appreciated me, someone thought i was good at something, worthy of a written notice of praise. it was fucking life changing.

i started writing more, i made some new fandom friends, i made a lot more meaningful connections. i made new friends in real life, ones that seemed to care about me more, and then when it turned out that they didn’t really care, either, i made some different new friends, and even more after that. i kept posting stories online, making more and more friends all over the world, gaining respect and receiving feedback and pouring myself a foundation to begin growing as a person, building myself up brick by brick until i learned to respect myself as much as i wanted other people to respect me.

and then, october of 2015. a friend of mine i don’t talk to anymore from a group chat that isn’t even active now asked me to write a youtube au, something cute and fluffy, not too serious. i took the prompt gladly, wrote a silly little thing modeled around some youtubers i really loved, and put it out in the world just like i had the other couple things i had written so far. within a few days, the tumblr post already had almost 2,000 notes, and the fic itself had nearly 10k hits, almost 1,000 kudos, and climbing. i was awestruck. suddenly, it seemed like everyone in the world was talking about my fic, about me. my other works gained a little attention, but nothing like the youtuber au, nothing like that euphoric feeling of having done something good, something great, even, something people liked and loved and wanted more of, holy shit, i had real people asking me to do more of something because they liked it, and by extension they liked me. My friends were proud of me, and suddenly i had even more people wanting to be my friends, wanting to talk to me in any capacity, and it was absolutely exhilarating. 

none of the stories i posted after the first part of the youtuber au ever gained nearly that amount of attention, but as time went on, i grew to be okay with that. i moved away from writing things that i thought other people might want to read and started writing things that i thought i might like to write, and somehow, people kept reading. every time i posted a fic, people would say lovely things, compliment my writing and tell me they were excited to read more from me, and somehow that was even more exhilarating than my 15 minutes of fame with the youtuber au. i kept writing stories that i loved, and people kept loving them, too, and then, suddenly, four years had gone by, i had written over a million words, and i was a different person entirely.

writing fic got me through that first heartbreak, but then it kept getting me through everything else, too. it got me through realizing i was queer, and then it got me through my high school friend group dumping me because they found out i was queer. it got me through deciding my college major (english and creative writing, obviously), it got me through my first relationship and my first break up, and then my second relationship and my second breakup, and a lot of weird and awkward and bad times in between. writing got me through my homesickness when i moved to london, and it got me through my depressive episode when i got home from london, and it helped me through all my stress and sleepless nights and self-destructive behavior last semester when i thought i was going to fail out of college in my junior year. writing fic has always been my escape, my coping mechanism, and my favorite hobby, and i owe more to it than even i probably realize.

as much as i credit my very first internet friend, love interest and heartbreak for all of this, i need to credit Harry and Louis, as well, for the endless amount of love and support and security they have unknowingly provided to me over the past few years. without them, none of this would have happened to me. ff there’s a .000001% chance that Em is reading this, there’s a 0% chance that Harry or Louis is, but i’m gonna say it anyway: thank you, thank you, thank you. no matter what the truth is, you two have given me a home. you’ve given me something to belong to, you’ve given me a family, and a purpose, and a sense of direction. you’ve inspired me endlessly, you’ve opened doors through time and space and given me a way out of whatever i was going through, if only for a little while. you’ve given me an identity, or at least the tools to find it on my own. you’ve given me an entire world and a baby’s-first-tool-kit to go out and conquer it. thank you for being everything i never knew i needed. 

and to you, reading this, whoever you are, thank you, too. ff you’ve made it this far, that means you must care at least a little, and i cannot thank you enough for that. i never thought i’d be the type of person that other people could care about. i thought i would always be alone in the world. thank you so fucking much for proving me wrong.

i’m gonna go do some things now. i’m gonna go work on making some dreams come true, like graduating college, writing a novel, traveling the world and hopefully finding even more dreams along the way. i’m not leaving the fandom, not entirely, but i’ve gained enough self-awareness over the years to understand that, at this point in my life, my being in this fandom is doing more harm than it is doing good. i don’t mean to say that i’ve outgrown the fandom, but more to say that i have outgrown the person that i am in here. it’s time for me to poke some holes in this eggshell i’ve been keeping cozy in, to let some light in and breathe some new air. i think i’m ready to do that now.

thank you, one last time, for everything. there isn’t a single thing in the world that i don’t owe to this fandom. thank you for allowing me to contribute, and for letting me grow, and for all the other things i can’t even begin to comprehend. i know what love is now, and suddenly, it is all i can feel.

thank you, and goodnight. xoxo, liv

#gosh #it's the end of an era lads #thank you for everything #goodbye ❤️

[tarotdeckshuffle]

Witch and familiar au what if one of the guys from ff xv was cursed as a furry animal and mc, the local witch, finds them and takes care of them and poof they wake up with a half whatever animal/human in their bed and the other is just all "yeah so this awkward but I gotta a good explanation." Im leaning heavily on it being Prompto with some form of dog ears.

I’m glad I can finally get to this request, @roshytsunami! I was originally going to do HCs about a lot of characters in this situation, but now I think I’ll do a short fic.

I think your idea about half fish Noctis (wait, that’s a merman, right?) is awesome! I also really want to see faun Gladio (goat legs and maybe horns?) and maybe a half cat Ignis…rotfl idk. OHH! What about a half falcon Ravus, so he can have wings?!?! Or a wolfy Nyx?! Ok, I’m getting ahead of myself. I don’t have time to write all of these right now >.

If any of these ideas sound good to you, please request them! I get to requests before originals and use them to gauge what ideas people think sound interesting.

Btw, Roshy is a mod for an upcoming Prompto centered zine that you can check out here!

Prompto just works too well with SnapChat…

Taglist: @idiotflowerex, @laststory1013, @sayaoqueen, @jophinabean, @mysme-already

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Love Spell

Eye of newt,Tongue of dove,A blue flame’s soot,NOW SHOW MY LOVE!

Over your table top cauldron you chanted, throwing each ingredient in. The small container bubbled with a pinkish liquid until you chanted the last line, in which it overflowed into yellow steam over the sides. It was the color of a sunflower explosion.

Fitting, considering who you were looking for.

You must be truly desperate to be trying your own spell to find him, you thought to yourself. The room around you stayed quiet as the yellow steam dissipated.

Life wasn’t easy for your friendly neighborhood modern witch. The tarot cards were moody and only liked to read misfortune while your modern cauldron was the size of a two cup measuring cup. Who could afford a giant cast iron pot these days? You made up most of your own spells because the ingredients for the ones you found in old books or online all called for expensive items that couldn’t be found in your city. You were a witch that flew by the seat of your pants, not a broom.

Without warning, the smell of the potion exploded into the room. It was an unpleasant combination like cheap cologne and a seeding mint plant. The odor overwhelmed your small flat and your ran to the kitchen window, throwing it open to gasp at the fresh air.

As your lungs took their fill, you lingered in the warm windowsill. The sun glowed on your skin, heating your body after the cold of your flat. Your fingers played in the soft soil of your flower box, dancing between your herb plants.

Your eyes stared off into the sunny day, willing you to wander down the busy streets below in search of him. You dreamed of him as your gaze settled on your neighbors yellow and orange marigolds. They reminded you of his hair and cheerful smile.

The man you loved had been gone for three days now. He had gone out to get you coffee and never returned. You missed your love and were worried sick about him.

Sure, you had only been dating for a few weeks now, but you knew you loved him the moment you met him. It was the type of situation where the word just fit. He was your sunshine: the light of your life and the warmth to your days. But you had been too scared to tell him that. Now, you were worried you’d never get the chance to.

It had been three sleepless nights, thousands of missed calls, and hundreds of hours out looking for him. But he was still gone without a trace.

You were woken from your daydream by a sound at the door: scratching. Oh by the six, had you summoned something with your made up ramblings?

You spun from the window, grabbing the first item that could be used as a weapon, which happened to be a large wooden spoon. You held your new sword before you, ready for whatever was going to tear your door down. Your breathing came in gasps and your hands shook as you listened to the soft scratching.

Every sound made you flinch. You felt certain that the front door would come flying towards you at any moment. Your heart beat thrummed in your ears.

Silence.

“HERE IT COMES here IT comes here it COMES here itcomeshereitcomes” the words tumbled through your mind faster than you could comprehend them.

But nothing happened.

The door stayed perfectly still. When a soft whimpering was heard from the other side.

It sounded like a puppy.

You willed your frozen feet to move, to help you find out what was outside that door. Your initial instinct was to believe it a daemon’s trick, something to lure you outside, but curiosity got the best of you.

One hand on the doorknob, the other holding your spoon up to strike, you whispered, “Please don’t kill me,” before you threw the front door open.

Staring ahead, you half expected to see some giant, red and black glowing beast, ready to tear you apart. Instead, there was nothing.

You looked down towards movement on the floor to see a golden colored puppy sitting at your feet.

The two of you stared at each other in confusion, before it barked at you with its shrill but adorable voice.

Your head snapped to the upheld spoon. “Sorry!” You apologized while lowering it. The puppy rose to all four feet, trying to measure up to you.

You picked up the small baby, holding it before you to examine it. “So…boy,” you confirmed. “Tell me, are you some great daemon in disguise that I summoned to bring about my own bloodied doom?” You looked the bundle of fluff in the eyes. He just whimpered and waged his tail at you.

“AWWWW! You’re too cute to be here to hurt me! Aren’t you little guy!” At the will of this squirming puppy, you became a baby talking, giddy, melty mess. If it was going to kill you, at least you’d die happy from seeing something so adorable. You carried the little pup inside, cradled in your arms.

The rest of your day was spent drenched in sunlight, warm away from your sorrow. You now had someone to care for.

You made some homemade food for your new friend and stitched up some makeshift toys. You would sprawl out on your living room rug and play with him. As the sun was setting, painting the bricks of your flat in orange, you realized he still didn’t have a name. You smiled, watching the puppy yawn, content to put the task off until tomorrow.

You cuddled into your bed, soft and safe from the world outside. Your new friend whimpered on the floor, until you relented, picking him up to cuddle into your blankets with you. He curled up in your arms and was soon snoring under your adoring gaze.

It felt like mere moments later when you awoke. Everything was so warm; from the morning sun streaming in, to your blankets, even the breath on your skin.

WAIT!

Breath on your skin?!

You looked down frantically. Were a soft puppy had once laid, now a blond haired handsome man lay, curled up against your chest.

Your cheeks burned red as you scuttled backwards. Your bed mate moaned in his sleep.

“PROMPTO!?!” You cried! Was he really here? Now? Was this a dream?

“Errmm, [Y/N]?” He blinked sleep filled eyes, trying to focus on you. “[Y/N]!!!!” He realized suddenly who you were, tackling you onto the other side of the bed.

He was so excited to see you! You had to close your eyes to the onslaught of kisses…very wet kisses.

“Prom! Where have you…what have you…” He pulled away from you, his sky blue eyes staring into yours. You couldn’t help but notice small, fluffy ears sticking out of his golden hair as his tongue lolled out his open mouth. “What happened?!”

“I missed you so much, [Y/N]! I swear I can explain everything!” He dove into a rambling story, a tail swishing in your sheets to his cadence.

Ears, tongue, a tail…had your puppy friend been Prompto?!

“Prom, Prompto, sunshine…PROM! Stop!” Finally you got him to quiet. “I don’t think it’s all worn off…” You picked up your phone to show him what he looked like in the camera. He stared obliviously happy at you as you took his picture.

You turned your phone around. It took him a moment to recognize his own reflection. When he did, he snatched the device from your hands.

“THAT’S ME?!” He cried as though it was your fault.

You just nodded, still in shock at the puppy boy in front of you. A blush bloomed again. You had slept with the puppy, you had rolled around on the floor with the puppy, you had seen the puppy’s…

He started to panic, still staring at your phone.

“You were that puppy!” The realization left your lips.

“YEAH! AND NOW I’M ME BUT I’M STILL PUPPY AND…” Prompto had at least triple your anxiety.

You took a moment to breath. Everything was crazy, but he was here now. That’s what mattered.

“Prom, what happened?” You hoped your forcibly calm voice would help him.

“There was this person and I bumped into them and they knew my name and then I saw them here and…”

He was going to give himself a panic attack at this rate! So, you stopped him in the best way you knew how.

You pressed your lips to his. You had missed these soft lips. You felt the tension in your body release as you tasted his wet lips, letting your souls click into place.

Gently, slowly, you pulled away. “What was that for?” Your sunshine asked breathlessly.

“True love’s kiss and all that jazz,” you replied softly, half hoping it had worked.

“Oh…better try again, then.” And in an instant, your lips were reunited.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks rise. You had never purposefully been in a bed with Prompto,  much less like this before!

As heat was starting to build, he suddenly pulled away, his eyes wide. He jumped out of the bed and made for the bathroom.

“Prom? Honey, what’s wrong?” You called, concerned by his sudden departure.

“Gotta go!” He called, slamming the door.

You smiled at the strange scene.

“IT’S REALLY HARD TO GO WHEN YOU KEEP TRYING TO RAISE YOUR LEG!” He yelled from the other side of the door. Yeah, your Prompto was back.

The rest of the morning was filled with a slow breakfast and as much time in each other’s arms as you could have. Prompto kept trying to lick you instead of kiss you and he accidently did whine a few times.

Eventually, you pieced together his story. It sounded like a rival witch had been trying to cast this spell on you, when Prompto walked out of your apartment and right into it! You laughed with him but vowed to get revenge on whoever did this.

With a little bit of research and luck, you discovered that Prompto’s transformation would go away with time and “warm love”. He would need to constantly be around someone he loved, to take care of them and be cared for, until all the symptoms went away, or else he would transform back into a puppy!

“You poor thing! The shock of the transformation must have scared you so bad that you ran away!” You pet his head, trying to comfort him through understanding.

Prompto laughed nervously.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

“I guess…this means the cat’s out of the bag…heh or the dog.” He did a weak finger guns to you.

“What?”

“The ‘L’ word stuff! LOVE! Now you know…” He looked down sadly. “And I never got to surprise you or make it super romantic or something…”

You smiled, pulling him in close for a tight hug. “Yeah, but I don’t need that, because I have you.” You pulled away to hold is face in your hands. “Prompto, I love you and I never want to lose you again.”

His eyes sparked. “I love you, too, [Y/N]. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

You held each other tight, wrapped in the strongest magic the world had ever known: Love.

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“I was a pretty cute puppy, wasn’t I?”

“Yes, you still are!”“I am not!” “You can still be very dog-like at times.”

“Well, you don’t need a leash to keep me around.” ;)

“What if I want one?”

“What?”

“What?”

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[zoeykallus]

Crosshair – My Beloved Enemy 24 – Crosshair's Conclusion

Crosshair x Female!Reader (FF)

Warnings: 18+ NSFW SMUT

PiV/ Soft Dom Crosshair/ Praise Kink/ Creampie/Fluff/Angst

What Happened Before:

Part 1 - Crash Landing

Part 2 - Hot And Cold

Part 3 - Hello Kitten

Part 4 - Look Who’s Back

Part 5 - Rebel Darling

Part 6 - Burning Anger

Part 7 - Love And Pain

Part 8 - A Difficult Reunion

Part 9 - The Bitter Taste Of Blood And Failure

Part 10 - Where The Dead Ships Dwell

Part 11 - A Lonely Firefly In Space

Part 12 - Broken Wings

Part 13 - A Helping Hand

Part 14 - The Justifier

Part 15 - The Bounty

Part 16 - Trapped

Part 17 - I Love You Too

Part 18 - When The Past Catches Up With Us

Part 19 - I’ve Never Been Good At Goodbyes

Part 20 - Unexpected

Part 21 - The Question

Part 22 - Sleepless Nights

Part 23 - Sleepyheads And Making Up

Part 24 - Crosshair's Conclusion

You were in Crosshai's preferred position, kneeling in front of him, your head pressed into the pillow, one of his hands holding your wrists on your back, while he was pounding into your pussy, kneeling behind you, his free hand rubbing your clit.

You moaned and drooled into the pillow. There were many things you liked, but few things were more delicious than being dominated by the Sniper in this way.

"I can feel your sweet little pussy clench around my cock," he cooed with a satisfied gasp.

The sound of bare skin slapping bare skin filled the room, along with your muffled sounds of moaning and shouting into the pillow. Pure pleasure, pure arousal coursed through you. Crosshair was incredible at driving you out of your mind in a lustful way. He had made you so horny that you could think of nothing but his cock in your pussy.

He was aware of it too and he was enjoying it to the fullest, he loved making you cock dumb. Crosshair found it adorable how you gave yourself to him completely.

As he continuously pounded his cock into you, he praised you and your body rough and dirty, kept telling you how fantastic your pussy felt and pushed you to dizzying heights of ecstasy.

As you clenched downright in rapture around his hard manhood, you interrupted him in the middle of one of his filthy praises, and he let out a half-choked moan as he felt you cumming.

Your abdomen quivered, as did your thighs. A moan that almost sounded like a wail left your mouth, and your toes curled as he thrust into you even harder and faster.

"Such a beautiful girl, so well behaved, cumming on my cock".

He continued massaging your pearl and you twitched and whimpered at the overstimulation, but he didn't stop.

"There's another one, I know there's another one" he growled "Be a good girl, cum again for Crosshair".

He slowed down again, giving you smaller thrusts, deeper, no longer pulling back so far with each thrust, working deep inside your swollen pussy as his fingers danced over your over sensitive pearl.

You squirmed in the grip he held your wrists with on your back, but you never dreamed of using the safeword. This was intense, but it was divine.

He continued to fuck you from behind as you drooled into the pillow, barely in control of the sound coming out of your mouth.

"Oh Maker.... you are awesome Y/N.... my beautiful, obedient, hot pussy," he growled, feeling the climax coming closer and closer inside him.

You mumbled something unintelligible into the pillow that you yourself didn't quite know what it meant and he grinned contentedly, knowing that you were back in the swing of things and also waiting to plunge into the next bliss.

As you pussy violently clenched again, with you twitching and squirming, he knew you were there. A long drawn out moan that was close to a sigh escaped you as a violent post-orgasm ran through your body. You were completely trembling as his cock pulsing inside you filled your crack with his seed. As Crosshair kept thrusting a few more times, himself shaking with a satisfied grin on his face, you could hear the obscene, wet sound his cock was making in your filled pussy.

Your muscles trembled as he left your body and you dropped onto the sheet. Your skin as well as his was wet with sweat and you said breathlessly, "We showered for nothing."

Crosshair laughed, bent over you, kissed your neck, tasted the salt on your skin.

"Come on darling, let's take another shower".

You playfully boxed him with your elbow and said, "But with no ulterior motives.... I can't do any more for now"

He chuckled dirty and amused.

"Hmm, I think I've rarely been more proud of myself than I am right now. Do you know how sweet that is, to know that I've done so well for you that you're completely drained?"

With a grin you said, "And what should I be proud of?"

Crosshair pulled you close, kissed you gently under your ear and said softly, "Of everything you are, every little detail, every fiber, every thought, everything that makes you you is divine."

A shiver ran through you at his words and you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

When he rounded off his statement with a breathed, tender: "I love you", you had the feeling of floating on air.

"Where are you taking me?" you asked with a laugh as Crosshair moved with you through back alleys of Ord Mantell.

"You'll see," he said, amused.

A few alleys down, you ended up in front of a cul-de-sac where there was a small restaurant. From the outside it didn't look like much, seemed a bit plain. But Crosshair led you inside and you were surprised, to say the least. The place was quite busy, but clean and dreamily decorated. There were so many plants in the space that you felt a bit like you were entering a jungle. The plants were all well tended and in good condition, whoever owned this restaurant ran it with care and love.

Crosshair led you to a small table in a dreamy corner surrounded by flowering plants. He pulled the chair out for you as you sat down and finally sat across from you. With a satisfied smile he watched you as you looked fascinated at your surroundings.

"You like it here, don't you? I knew you would like it."

You laughed softly.

"It's beautiful here. How did you find it?"

Crosshair shrugged and said, "I tried Tech's way once and did some research. I searched the holonet for a romantic restaurant on this planet and found this one."

You beamed at him.

"It's beautiful here."

You ordered food and drinks from the most friendly waitress, a young Twi'lek. The food was fantastic, as were the cocktails, and you chatted for the first time in a long time, completely relaxed and without any thoughts of being mercenaries, the Empire or other unpleasant things.

Crosshair was extremely gallant and unusually approachable, even to the waitress he was unusually nice by his standards. You knew something was up, but you still enjoyed it very much.

When the desert was brought to you, the waitress also brought a small, elegant box that had been beautifully decorated, set in the middle of the dessert. You looked at Crosshair, his dessert looked different, there was no box. You smiled shyly at him.

"Crosshair, what is it?"

He looked at you and for the first time since you knew him, you saw something like nervousness in his gaze.

"Open it and find out."

You carefully pushed the chocolate cake apart to get to the box, and felt your heartbeat quicken. It was clearly a ring box. With slightly shaky fingers, you flipped open the box.

Inside was a ring, smooth platinum, with an oval emerald surrounded by small diamonds. You stared at the ring and heard him say, "I'm a soldier, I don't know anything about jewelry, so I took a little advice from the lady in the Jewelry Shop"

"It's beautiful," you whispered somewhat breathlessly, still staring at the ring.

Crosshair cleared his throat "I've had it for a while, it's just never been the right moment to ask you.... and the last time I asked you, the moment was... inappropriate and it didn't go at all the way I thought it would. I know you thought I acted mindlessly when I asked you, but I didn't. I thought about it, for a long time, and I always came to the same conclusion."

You slowly looked up and looked at him, for the first time you saw something like vulnerability in him and were surprised to say the least.

"And what would that be?"

"I love you and I want to be with you, now and forever. I can't and won't imagine being without you. And I know I said I wasn't the type for romantic stuff but... I thought for you, I should at least try"

He carefully took the ring out of the box, held it out to you and asked, "Y/N, will you be my wife?"

For a moment you felt like you had swallowed your voice and your mouth became terribly dry. Somewhere in the background you heard someone whisper, "Say yes!" and you realized that you had been watched for a while.

You could still feel the echo of your wild lovemaking in your body and mixed with this strange gentleness he just displayed, you were a little overwhelmed at first. You took a deep breath and finally a smile spread across your features.

"Yes, I want to be your wife"

You saw his face literally light up. He stood up, came around the table, kissed you, knelt down and reached for your left hand, gently putting the ring on you. It was really beautiful, it must have cost him a fortune. You almost said to not spend so much on you, but you held back. He was so happy that you didn't want to upset him.

Applause rang through the restaurant and you looked up shyly, saw beaming faces, guests and staff had waited spellbound for your answer. You felt like you were in one of those holoromances and somehow it was incredibly sweet.

Ring

On the way back, you had hooked up with Crosshair when his comm unit beeped. It was Wrecker. Wrecker wanted a certain part for his blaster and wanted Crosshair to look around for it because he had appropriate contacts.

"Now? Wrecker now is not a good time."

"Oh come on Cross, you're on your way anyway."

Crosshair sighed and said, "Today is a day off and I'm with Y/N, I can't take her there, the area is way too shady."

"Would it take long?" you asked.

"Between one and two hours I guess," said Crosshair.

With a smile you said, "Then I'll just go back by myself, the area here isn't all that wild and I know my way around. You go run the errand and I'll wait for you in the shuttle".

"Yeah listen to the girl. She's smart, you should hold on tight".

Crosshair laughed softly "Trust me, I'll never let her go".

After a sigh he added "Alright, but you're going to meet Y/N, the area around Cid's Place isn't exactly altogether friendly, though not as bad as the corner I have to go to. If you pick her up halfway, I'll get you the part"

"Deal. Which way do you want me to go? Where are you coming from, ad'ika?"

Crosshair watched you disappear from the alley before he set off. He knew the way by memory, having visited the black market area in this neighborhood several times. The closer he got to the area, the more obvious signs of poverty and crime became. The houses were run down, here and there were beggars on the street and on the corners shady types were selling illegal weapons and drugs like Death Stix.

He didn't like the neighborhood much, but he wasn't really nervous. People left him alone, probably he had a charisma that led to the fact that they neither begged him nor sought trouble with him.

He reached the hidden side alley where the arms dealer he wanted to visit was located, when he sensed that he was being followed. Crosshair turned around, but couldn't see anyone, so he kept walking. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, searching for probe droids, but saw none.

Something was wrong, he felt it in his bones. He decided to turn around and not go to the arms dealer after all. Wrecker had to be patient for a few more days, Crosshair didn't want to take any chances, after all the Empire was probably still looking for him.

At the same moment he turned around, something hit him in the neck, a sharp sting. He cursed, automatically reached for it and felt a foreign object that didn't belong there. A tranquilizer dart, one like he had used himself with his rifle.

Crosshair, felt the effect almost instantly. He staggered, seeing everything in a blur, the sounds around him suddenly appearing muffled. Cursing, he tried to run out of the alley, but he lost his balance and fell face down. The last thing he saw and felt were several rough gloved hands reaching out and lifting him.

Wrecker had picked you up as arranged, as always in a good mood with a smile on his face. He had talked to you in an upbeat way, as he always did. You liked him, he was a good guy who didn't hurt a fly as long as he wasn't attacked or the situation didn't require him to get physical.

Back at the ships, you went to your shuttle to wait for Crosshair. When Tech stopped by, you sat on your bed, looked at the ring on your finger, and began to worry. Crosshair had been gone an hour longer than he had said.

"Ad'ika," Tech spoke softly, "you look worried. What's wrong?"

"Crosshair hasn't returned yet. He was going to get something for Wrecker in what he called a shady area and he's been gone an hour longer than he planned," you explained uncertainly, looking up at him.

Tech sat down next to you on the edge of the bed and said matter-of-factly, "An hour isn't really a big deal, especially if he might have to negotiate. That can take a while. Have you maybe tried to reach him yet?"

You shook your head.

"I didn't want to seem oversensitive, I don't want him to think I'm such a control freak," you admitted.

Tech smiled and activated his comm on his wrist.

"Crosshair, are you there?"

No response.

"Crosshair, this is Tech, please respond if you can".

Again, no response.

With a worried frown, you looked at Tech and he returned the look with similar concern.

"Maybe he just can't answer right now because he's in negotiations," Tech speculated.

"You really think so?"

Tech sighed and said, "I better let Hunter know."

As he stood up, his gaze fell for a moment to the ring on your finger and you could see him turn pale, but he didn't comment on his discovery, instead making his way back to the Marauders to speak with Hunter.

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[lumiereandcogsworth]

3 and 14 for ff asks!

thank ya!!

3. Describe the differences between your first fanfic and your most recent fanfic.

i think my first actual fanfic was a doctor who one, if not a random kid!loki one. either way, they’re real bad haha. i think i’ve improved immensely on really trying to KNOW the characters. and also descriptions and feelings. there’s literally none of that in my first fics and there’s a ton of it in my current wip, so there’s lots of growth for sure!

14. You’re applying for the fanfic writer of the year award. What five fanfics do you put in your portfolio?

oh man. def his perfect reality, it does best out of all my fics in terms of hits and kudos. also my wip (which should be done mighty soon) fading memories is your dream. i also think a broken heart, mended at last is excellent, i just screwed it over by giving it a terrible summary excerpt, so no one ever reads it lmao. lastly, sleepless nights and sunrise, anew. both pretty good !!!

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