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samandcolbyownme · 8 months

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Tangled Around You | Colby Brock

Summary: this was originally a Sam request but in my sleep deprived state last night, I for some reason, had Colby on the mind, but here is Sam’s version of this.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, flirting/teasing, fingering, choking, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, praising, fluffy then filthy

Word count: 1.6k

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Colby tightens his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as he watches one of your favorite movies with you.

Tangled.

"Seven am the usual morning, lineup." You snap your head towards him singing. He smiles, laughing as you continue, "Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean.."

He brushes his thumb against your leg, absolutely in awe about how comfortable you are around him. He absolutely adores the way you feel safe with him.

In more ways than one, really.

"And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three." You sing with a smile, and soon enough he joins in.

He's only seen this movie a million times with you.

"I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery, I'll play guitar and knit, and cook and basically, just wonder when will my life begin?" You sing as you tilt your heads opposite of each other while laughing.

He brushes hair from your face and shakes his head with a smile, "I fucking love you."

You lean in and kiss him, laying a hand on his cheek as you hold your lips on his for a few seconds, "I fucking love you." Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes before leaning in, starting a slow and mild make out.

"Thought you said we were just watching a movie tonight, babe?" He mumbles against your lips and you smirk, "We are." You slowly pull away, smiling at him as you turn your head back towards the tv.

You tilt your head, resting it against his as you hum along to the song. Colby slides his hand up your bare legs, gently grazing his nails up and down your thigh.

You know what he's doing, and it's working.

"Colby." You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and take a deep breath as his hand moves up higher, "Hmm?" He hums, playing innocent.

You fight back a smirk, your eyes staying on the tv but you're not actually watching it. You're thinking of other things that specifically involve Colby.

"We can make it quick, hmm?" He slowly presses his lips up your neck, "Or not. Your choice."

You take a deep breath as you tilt your head, giving him more area for his lips to cover, "What do you want?" You ask him quietly as your eyes stay fixed on the tv.

"I'm asking you babe." He slides his hand up, gently gripping your chin to turn your head towards him. Your eyes meet his, "Like I said, your choice."

You spin around to straddle him. Your eyes are on his face, watching as his eyes close when you run your hand through his hair, "You can do whatever you want to me."

His eyes open and his lip pulls between his teeth. You run your thumb just under his bottom lip and it springs free from grasp of his teeth, "Anything?"

You nod, "Anything."

He keeps his eyes locked on your face as he slips his fingers between your skin and panties, "First, I want to make you cum."

You nod as your breathing quickens, "Please."

He smirks and gently toys with your clit, slowly building you up. Your eyes flutter closed as he applies more pressure, "Eyes on me, princess.",

You force your eyes open, struggling to keep them open when he ever so slowly slides two fingers in, his rings pushing against your skin, "Colby.." you whimper out quietly.

Your face scrunches with pleasure as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, "That feel good?" He slides his hand over your hair, "Looks like it does."

You moan out, nodding as you grip his sweatshirt, "Give me a minute and I'll take it off. I'm focused on you right now."

You moan at his words, "Fuck, yes." You gasp as he curls his fingers, brushing against that perfect little spot inside of you, "Kiss me."

You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He lays a hand on your lower back, pressing his fingers into you through his t shirt that draped over your upper half.

He swallows your moans with ease, "I love those sounds you make." He whispers, his lips bumping into yours as he talks, "They're so pretty."

He lays you back onto the couch, fingers still inside of you, "they're even better when I'm the one who gets you to make them."

His lips attack your neck, sucking hickies into your skin. You moan out and tangle your fingers into his hair, "So close."

"Be a good girl and cum for me."

His words make you clench around his fingers, "Colby." You whimper out as you move your hips slowly, "Sh-shit."

"You're so close, babe. Come on." Colby look down at your hips moving to meet his hands, "Fucking hell. You're so hot." He groans lowly, "I can't wait to be inside of you."

His words spill you over the edge. You arch your back off the couch, moaning out as he continues to slowly finger fuck you through your high, "That's it baby, did so good."

He kisses up your neck, and along your jaw before kissing back to your ear, "Take these off for me."

You nod, breathing heavy as you shimmy your soaked panties down your legs. You watch as he pulls his hoodie up over his head in one swoop.

"I'll never get enough of you." You think out loud and he smiles, "Yeah, I feel the same about you." He pushes his sweats down, stepping out of them before sitting down, "Come here."

You move back to straddle him and his hands slide up your arms, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss, "Can I have this?" He asks pulling your shirt up over your head without giving you a chance to say anything, "Thanks."

You smirk and he winks before reaching down to rub the head of his cock up and down your pussy, groaning out along with your moans as he slips inside.

You sink down onto him, letting out a loud gasp as you fall into him, "Fuck, fuck you feel so good."

He wraps his arms around you, pressing his hands to the upper part and small of your back, "I want to cum already." He chuckles slightly but gasps when you clench around him.

"Move baby." He slides his hands down to your ass, guiding you up and down his cock. You keep a hand on his chest as you grip the back of the couch by his head with the other.

He rests his head back, eyes on you, "That's it baby, fuck yes." He groans as you move on his cock, clenching and moaning because you feel another orgasm approaching.

"Go ahead baby, as many times as you want." He bites his lip as his hands move to squeeze your hips, "Just like that, fuck that feels so good." He sighs, "Fucking hell."

He slides a hand up around your neck, gently squeezing and watching as your eyes roll back.

He squeezes your neck, causing a semi muffled moan to escape.

"Not much longer baby, you got it." Colby whispers as he watches you wrap a hand around his wrist. You squeeze, which means you want him to squeeze harder.

He adds more pressure, moaning at your soft squeaks as he thrusts his hips upward to meet yours, "One more time baby, just cum for me one more time."

You look down at him staring up at you, watching and feeling you grow closer and closer. You let out an almost silent moan, sinking all the way down on him. You rock your hips back and forth, grinding on his as you reach your breaking point.

He brings you down to meet his lips, letting go of your throat so he can lay you back onto the couch. He pushes his hips all the way in and your legs instantly wrap around his waist, moaning out loudly.

"Fuck, y/n." He buries his face into your neck, moaning lowly as you clench around him, "Shit, shit. Yes."

You whimper out as you dig your nails into his back and he groans, "Fuck, do that again." You comply, instantly dragging your nails up his back. He groans and reaches up to grab the arm rest of the couch.

He pushes himself up slightly, using his other hand to hold your thigh, spreading your legs more for him as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

You make eye contact with him and it's game over.

For both of you.

You clench around his twitching cock, your moans mixing with his as you both get each other off together.

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours as he smiles, "you good?"

You nod and run a hand through his hair, "I'm great. How are you?" He smirks and nods, "I'm doing pretty damn good."

He pulls out and scoots himself between you and the back of the couch, reaching up to throw a blanket over your naked bodies.

"You know if we stay like this, we won't get to watch the end, right?" You look at him over your shoulder and he kisses your cheek, "That's the point."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

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heartchoi · 8 months

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fwb!yeonjun x gn!reader, suggestive/fluff (and a little angsty if you think about it), 632 words

It's warm. Yeonjun is panting against your bare chest, hands struggling to hold himself up after a particularly strong orgasm. Drool begins to fall from the corner of your lip, but Yeonjun swipes it clean with his thumb before shoving it into his mouth.

He can't hold himself up any longer. He collapses on top of you. Warm skin against skin, heavy breathing, the stickiness on your thighs transferring to his own.

It's messy, so messy.

"Yeonjun." You call out for him after you both recover.

Yeonjun makes a muffled "hmm?" sound. He's still panting, taking deep whiffs of your scent.

"We need to clean up, Jun. Can you roll over? I'll get some towels."

He doesn't have the energy to protest and whine this time, he just rolls over, finally facing the ceiling and relaxing in the soft comfort of your bed. Yeonjun’s eyes are shut tightly, trying to remember the warmth of your skin, your pretty noises, your—

You close the door to your bedroom as you seek some towels. It snaps him out of his daydream. Yeonjun’s eyes open, and he’s in an empty room, an empty bed.

He doesn’t like feeling this way. He knows he can’t do this, can’t date you, can’t love you the way he wants to. It wasn’t what you both agreed on. It just wouldn’t be right.

Yeonjun doesn’t even know if he’s ready for that sort of commitment. He’s fucked around with people before you, yes, but he hasn’t had a serious relationship. The fact that his heart and mind yearn for you in ways that go beyond hookups terrifies him.

But now, all he wants to do is hold you, caress your skin, have your hair tickle his neck as he sets his head on top of yours, safe and secure in his arms. He wants your warmth to invade every crevice of his body, swallowing him whole in what he can only describe as love.

Yeonjun allows you to help clean him up when you come back. The warm, damp cloth leaving wet trails on his skin.

“Can you stay for breakfast, at least?” Yeonjun asks you. It surprises you a little— he hasn’t ever asked that before.

“That’s new. I can stay if you want to, but you know I have work.” You reply. Yeonjun sighs in response. “Oh, no. It’s okay. You shouldn’t be late to work.” He assures you, but maybe you’d be willing to, for him. He holds out hope that maybe you’d just stay.

“You’re so sweet, Jun. I might stay next time.”

Oh. Well, if not tonight, maybe next time. Waiting for the next time he gets to have you shouldn’t be so bad.

He’s lying. He’s desperate to have you stay, even if it’s the only time you’ll sleep in the same bed for a night.

“You know, I can cook. Used to cook for my friends when we went to the States. I made some damn good eggs. I can treat you to a good breakfast, promise.” Yeonjun offers. He’s certainly a sight, because he’s still very much naked aside for the fact theres a blanket covering his lower half. It flusters you a little. “I’m sure you’re great at it, Jun.” You sigh out.

“Seriously though, can you just stay? Just for tonight?” He pleads.

Yeonjun’s eyes were hopeful, glimmering while he waits for an answer. Your gaze softens, lips parting as you come up with a reply.

He’s cute. It wouldn’t hurt to stay. Wouldn’t break the… thing you both have going on.

“I’ll stay.”

Perhaps it was when you were wrapped in his arms, his comforter covering the both of you as your head rests against his chest, his heart beating against your ear, that you felt something more.

a/n: hi, im back. im sorry i haven’t wrote anything in a while, but my midterms have finished and i’ll be writing in a bit in october :) please accept this short drabble hehe

#txt smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun suggestive #yeonjun x reader #🍒.yeonjun

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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prompt: the first time you use a pet name on steve :) (he actually really likes it. it makes him feel all special and loved and admired) - lavvvvv 💌

everybody say hello to my beloved. say "hello lav!" good, good.

steve harrington x gn!reader. smidge of angst (bc it's me) but major fluff!

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"Baby, can you try this?"

You've hardly hung your coat before Steve's in front of you with a wooden spoon full of sauce. He puts it to your lips.

"Taste, honey," he encourages. "Wanna make sure I'm not gonna kill the kids."

"I don't think you're gonna kill them with spaghetti, Steve."

Nevertheless, you bump your lips to the spoon and lick the sauce off your mouth. You smile, nodding.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"Yeah," you confirm. "First a babysitter, now a chef. Aren't I lucky."

Steve throws a grin like spun gold over his shoulder.

"Flatterer," he says, but his ears are red. "How was work?"

"Good. Not too busy."

"Everybody was nice?" he checks.

You laugh. "Yes, Steve. Everybody was nice. You don't have to crack any skulls this time."

"I have no problem doing so," he says in a tone you can't tell is joking or not. "Nobody should be giving my sweetheart a hard time."

Sweetheart. The first thing you learned while dating Steve Harrington is that he loves giving pet names. Nothing compares to the way he softens and bestows the most affectionate monikers known to man.

And what do you call him in return? Steve. Just Steve.

It's pathetic is what it is. Steve's effortless in his endearments and you refer to him like a co-worker.

"Honey?"

Steve waves a hand in front of you.

"Hmm? Sorry. What were you saying?"

His gentle smile returns.

"I was asking if you could set the table? Think this is almost done."

"Oh! Sure, yeah."

You grab the foliage-themed placemats (Steve's purchase, not yours) and head to the dining table. You don't know exactly what the reason for tonight's dinner is, but Steve loves company and cooking, and it's entirely possible he's doing this just because.

"Robin'll be here soon. Eddie's stopping by too, can you believe? I think he's bringing Dustin, who'll probably wolf down everything in three seconds and ditch us for the arcade. Kid's gotta learn some manners."

"And you wonder why you're the designated mom of the group," you giggle.

Steve rolls his eyes, but you know he's not upset. He likes being someone the kids can rely on. Somebody special.

The reminder of how Steve is nicknameless in your presence returns. He's lovely flittering about in the kitchen, at home for once in his house. You have the urge to push his hair behind his ear so you can see more of his jawline. Steve's a mix of strong and delicate features. Royally handsome. You've always thought so.

"Look at these," Steve says, holding up a pair of tomatoes. "Thought I wouldn't find any this late in the year but the good stuff was downtown. Kinda expensive, though. But they taste amazing, so I think it's worth it, y'know?"

You lean in, overwhelmed by your affection.

"Well, all the credit shouldn't go to them." Here you go. "You make anything taste good, my prince."

You wait for Steve to glow, maybe turn a little shy. It doesn't come. Instead, he stiffens. Your smile slips.

"Steve?" you try.

He turns off the stove. You shift antsily.

"Steve, did you hear? I said—"

"Your prince," he finishes. "Yeah, I heard you. I get it. I'm so removed from reality that I'll go downtown for good tomatoes. 'Cause I'm the trust fund kid. I got it."

"What? N-no, no, no! Oh my God, Steve."

You get up. Steve's already curling in on himself, trying to self-soothe and bury his hurt. You tug him away from the stove and cup his face with your hands.

"That's not what I meant, Steve. I would never make that joke. I'm sorry, I just wanted to call you a name!"

That makes him tilt his head, hurt slipping into confusion.

"Call me a name?"

"Yeah, like... like baby or sweetheart. All the nice names you give me. Except I wanted to give you a special name 'cause you always give me special names. And I chose prince because you're so handsome."

Steve's eyes widen. "Oh."

You nod rapidly.

"Yeah, handsome like a prince! I wish I could paint you. I'd paint you like those Renaissance masters. They'd love to have painted you, y'know? 'Cause you've got the nice jaw."

You trace his chin with one finger. Steve's gaze is indecipherable, so you keep talking.

"And you've also got those big, pretty eyes. You're this perfect mix of soft and strong, you know? You've got features that are really beautiful to look at, like your lips and nose. So I settled on prince, and you're my prince, and—"

"Y/N."

You cringe.

"Yeah?"

Steve tilts your face to his and kisses you sweetly. You relax into his embrace, humming. He pulls back first, brushing your cheek with a knuckle.

"I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions," he says. "That's—Jesus, that's probably the best compliment I've ever received. Renaissance masters? How do you come up with this stuff? Totally blows my names out of the water."

You shake your head.

"No, it doesn't. I feel so warm when you call me those. And I just wanted to reciprocate."

"Baby, you do. Just by being you. You don't have to call me anything but Steve."

"I want to. I'll come up with a different one," you vow.

"No, no," he grins, nuzzling your cheek. "Keep it. I like being your prince."

#steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff #blurb #inbox #lav tag 💜

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makeitmingi · 2 months

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 33]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"Yunho..." You raised your head from your pillow, slight hesitation and worry in your voice.

"Hmm?" He hummed, eyes focused on the game that he was playing on his phone. You and him were slowly growing accustomed to staying at each other's places. And tonight, Yunho was staying over at your place.

"Would you like to visit my mom?" You asked.

That's how you ended up in your position now. Yunho drove, worried that you were too distracted to drive. He was right, you couldn't focus on a single thought for more than 5 seconds.

"Thanks again for coming." You blurted out, hands dripping the material of the pants you were wearing.

"(y/n), there's no need to thank me. I should be thanking you for introducing me to her." He said, reaching over to place his hand on yours.

"I'm a littler nervous. Going there always sends me spiralling." You confessed. But it also acted as a warning to Yunho of the state that you will be in when you reach.

"It's okay, I'll be with you all the way, alright?" He squeezed your hand.

"You can tell me anything, I'll always listen." He added. You nodded with a hum, turning to look out the window but you never let go of Yunho's hand. Although the memories of your mother are fond, they always scared you. So Seonghwa made you promise that you'll never come here alone.

"When I think about my mother... She's an amazing person. Seeing her regress to the state she was in before she died... It still haunts me." You told him.

"I understand that, considering how close you were with her..." Yunho empatised.

"And on top of that, my father was detaching himself. I could tell, when she got sick, he just wasn't there." You sighed.

"He left your mom alone?" Yunho asked in disbelief.

"Yes and no. He was there but he didn't visit her room, buried himself in work... almost as if she was already gone from our lives. And right after she died, he got together with my stepmother." You sighed.

"It's like he didn't even care to mourn for her. I became invisible to him, just forgotten. The father that I knew and counted on growing up was gone. And I know a part of me still cannot reconcile with that." You said.

"I can't imagine you having to go through that all on your own, especially at that age." Yunho replied with a small shake of his head, he really didn't like your father.

"You know, I always wondered how different things would have been if my mother was still around." You chuckled bitterly.

"Or is this just his true colours?" You thought out loud.

Yunho didn't reply to that. He has never met your father and mother But he knew he hated your father and was angry with him for treating you that way when you were little and just lost your mother.

"That's the only good part. Your mother isn't around to see how your dad truly is." Yunho said. You hummed in agreement.

"For a long time, I thought maybe that's just his way of mourning. Maybe he just blames me for making my mother sick. He always said she started getting weaker after she gave birth to me. That's why I don't have a sibling. It made me believe my mother would still be alive if I wasn't born." You said.

"That's not true. It's not your fault and your dad shouldn't blame it on you, you're his kid." Yunho frowned.

"It didn't help my case that my stepmother and I hated each other from the start. He hated that I 'embarrassed him'." You scoffed.

"Was she mean to you as a kid?" Yunho probed a little more. He was glad that you found this opportunity to share more with him so he could learn more about you.

"She saw me as a threat so she tried to erase me from my father's life. Little did she know, my father already didn't care for me at that point. But she knows she'll never be my mother." You said.

"What about your stepbrother?" He asked.

"Oh, just as bad as her. But he was the perfect child, wanting to be a doctor, so of course my dad was fine with paying for everything."

"My mother was a respected woman. Everyone loved her, no one can come close to her. She was philantropic, humble and confident. Everyone knows my stepmother is only in it for the name and the money. She'll never replace my mother. Even Seonghwa's parents hate my father and stepmother now." You shrugged.

"What parent would just ignore their child like that...How could he just leave you to be on your own after your mother died." Yunho shook his head.

"It was hard and I barely survived it but that's a discussion for another time." You forced a smile, patting the back of his hand.

"Thank you for telling me all that."

"Nothing to thank me for. I never want it to happen but if you meet my father and stepmother some day, I just want you to be prepared for how they will be." You said.

"I hope I never run into them." Yunho clicked his tongue. You assumed it was because Yunho was afraid of your dad. But no, Yunho just knew he would not be able to fight to urge to punch your dad.

"Is this this place?" Yunho stopped the car and leaned forward to see the sign overhead.

"Yeah, you can go straight ahead and park there." You pointed. Yunho nodded and continued driving until you told him to stop and park the car. When you both stepped out, Yunho went to grab the offerings from the boot.

"Are you cold?" Yunho asked, seeing you wrap your arms around yourself as you waited. You shook your head with a small smile.

"I just... hate it here." You looked away. It was hard explaining all the emotions you felt when you came here. Yunho came forward, holding your hand to walk with you.

"It's okay." He kissed the back of your hand. Although Yunho walked in front, you guided him to where your mother was.

"There she is." You nodded to the headstone that was by the big plum blossom tree.

"Hi... mom..." It felt like there was a rock in your throat you just couldn't swallow. Yunho saw your apprehension but didn't point it out or rush you.

"I'll set up." He said softly, opening the picnic mat. He placed down the flowers, fruit, Korean rice cakes and alcohol. Thankfully, he called his mother to ask for help the night before. You watched, rooted to your spot as Yunho picked off the weeds and used a clean, damp cloth to wipe the headstone.

"Done." Yunho informed, carefully folding the cloth and setting it aside. He didn't greet your mother yet, wanting to let you go first. You gulped nervously, kneeling down on shaky hands.

"H-Hi, mom... I-It's been a while... I'm s-sorry about that." You stuttered as your brain refused to form coherant sentences.

"You go. I don't know what else to say." You said with a clenched jaw. Yunho nodded, patting your head.

"Nice to meet you, omonim. My name is Jeong Yunho, I am (y/n)'s boyfriend. (y/n) has told me a lot about you and she continues to do so." Yunho smiled, bowing deeply.

"I own the restaurant that she's currently working at. She's amazing, her and the whole crew. They saved my business." He continued.

"Thank you for leading her to me." He smiled.

You looked on at how Yunho spoke to your mum, tears slipping down your cheeks. Hearing his words, maybe he was right. Your mother led you to Yunho, knowing what a patient, kind and amazing person he would be in your life.

"He's a big eater, mom, just like Hwa is. You would have loved feeding him." You whispered. To which, Yunho grinned proudly, nodding in confirmation.

"I promise to take care of (y/n)." Yunho quickly added.

"You already take such good care of me, Yunho." You said. He turned to you, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs.

"I know that. And I'll continue to do it. I just have to reassure your mom that her daughter is in good hands, don't I?" He chuckled with a charming smile, reaching over to pinch your cheek.

"I don't really know what you like to eat but I hope fruits, sweet rice cake and the soju is okay. I'll bring more next time." Yunho said.

"She's not a picky eater. She'll be grateful no matter what." You informed with a soft smile. It made your heart swell when Yunho said 'next time'.

"Here, sit." Yunho brushed the mat for you to sit. You hesitated before taking a seat beside him with your mother's headstone opposite. It was a new feeling, you never wanted to stay here for too long. Seonghwa always had to convince you to stay a little longer before you ultimately rushed out of there.

"Can you believe how long it has been since you left, mom? I'm still not over it..." You sighed. Yunho reached over to hold your hand, rubbing the back with his thumb to comfort you.

"When you left, dad left too. Things have never been the same, our family is gone." Your tears fell into your lap.

"But it's okay, I'm okay. I have a new family of my own, a better one." You looked up at Yunho with a sad smile. He smiled back at you.

Yunho wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his body and kissing the crown of your head. You wiped your tears with your sleeves.

Then it all happened, the same thing that always happened when you came, the flashbacks of memories of your mother. The happy ones and then the sour ones leading up to her death and after.

"Let's go." Pulling away from Yunho, you stood up and brushed your pants. Yunho looked at you in shock and confusion.

"Are you sure? There's no rush and-"

"Yunho, now. Please." You begged. Seeing your pleading eyes, Yunho nodded and stood up as well.

"Why don't you head to the car first? Start up the engine. I'll pack up and be with you." Yunho suggested kindly. You didn't need to be told twice. Taking the keys from him, you trudged down the small path and headed to the car.

"Forgive her, omonim. It's still hard on her..." Yunho bowed politely as he began to pack up. He pour the soju over the grass patch and put the fruit away then folded the blanket.

"Watch over her and protect her, please. She doesn't deserve all this. I'm sure you know that..." He sighed as he patted the headstone.

"We'll be back soon." He gave a final bow before leaving. You were already settled in the passenger seat.

"Hey." Yunho put the things in the boot and came to the driver's seat. Usually, he holds your hand but this time, you were so quick to grasp his hand, as if you would go crazy if you didn't.

"Hey, hey. It's okay..." His other hand came over to cup your cheek.

"Let's go home, hmm?" He smiled softly and you nodded. Yunho drove to your home, sensing that you would prefer the familiarity.

When Yunho arrived, you both went upstairs. Yunho placed the bag of fruits down on the counter and you immediately glued yourself to him, hugging his waist tightly and burying your face against his chest. Yunho hushed you, one hand on the back of your head and one on your back to hold you.

"It's okay, it's okay." He whispered as he felt your tears soak the front of his shirt. Yunho let you hold onto him for as long as you needed, he wasn't going to be the first to let you go.

"Sorry, let me shower." You mumbled.

"Don't be sorry." He patted your head. You shuffled to your bathroom to shower while he quickly showered in the other bathroom.

"Yunho, I'm sorry. I... I..." You struggled to find the words as you both sat on the bed after your showers. Yunho offered to help you dry your hair so you could sleep.

"Love, I told you, there's nothing to be sorry about." He told you, daringly trying the new affectionate nickname.

"I just have this whirlwind of emotions when it comes to her." While you didn't address it, you didn't react negatively so Yunho took that as a win.

"I understand, it's normal." Yunho said. When he was done, you combed your hair while he put the hair dryer back. He got under the covers and you scooted close to him so he could wrap his long arms around you securely. You felt safe with him.

"Yun, thank you." You murmured.

"You're very welcome." He smiled, brushing your hair away from your face, staring into your eyes.

Holding his bicep, you lifted yourself slightly to be on his eye level and pressed your lips to his. Yunho's eyes widened but kissed back, pulling your body closer to his. You pulled away first to breathe.

"Are you okay?" You chuckled, hand resting on his warm cheek. He grinned and pounced over, showering you in kisses.

"Argh! Yunho!" You yelled out as he placed multiple kisses all over your face like an excited puppy.

"That was amazing." Yunho grinned happily. You rolled your eyes jokingly, putting your face against his chest so he wouldn't see you all shy and embarrased.

"Go to sleep." You slapped his chest.

"I expect a wake up kiss later." He declared before returning to the original position as before. You let out an audible sigh then closed your eyes to sleep. Yunho let out a soft laugh, seeing you fall asleep to quickly. He was just teasing you but was glad that you took the first step and you shared your first kiss as a couple.

"Goodnight, my love." He rested his cheek against your head and joined you in dreamland.

"Oh, Seonghwa hyung." Yunho greeted, quickly adjusting his post-sleep hair when he saw that your best friend had arrived. He closed your bedroom door, not wanting to disturb you.

"Hey, thanks for contacting me." Seonghwa greeted Yunho with a brief hug.

"She's sleeping but I thought she might need you more than she needs me... to comfort her." Yunho rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yunho, you know that's not true. She needs you too, you've become such a big part of her life now, provided her protection and comfort." Seonghwa smiled softly.

"I'm guessing you both haven't eaten." Seonghwa raised an eyebrow. Yunho nodded his head shyly.

"It's early for dinner but considering it's your first meal of the day, I'll get started on cooking." Seonghwa informed. Before going to the kitchen to cook, Seonghwa went into the room just to be with you for a bit and see how you were.

"Let me help, hyung. I want to cook for her." Yunho said, standing in the kitchen, when Seonghwa came back out. Seonghwa chuckled as he nodded.

"I'll learn from you. I can't cook a full meal by myself but I can help." He said with determination.

"Sure, ask questions if you have any." The older began to look through your fridge, reading the labels on all the stuff.

"Put these on the counter for me?" Seonghwa requested. Yunho took the vegetables and deli containers, putting them on the kitchen island to be used later.

"Do you know what you're gonna cook right away?" Yunho asked.

"No. So I took out stock because you can always use stock in cooking. Then these vegetables look like they're going to spoil so I took them out too." Seonghwa explained, finding a knife.

"(y/n) removed you from knife duty, right? I don't want to face her wrath for disobeying her." Seonghwa teased.

"Ah, hyung~ Come on. I'm sure all of you got hurt in the kitchen before too! It was just a little cut but she doesn't let me near the knives anymore. I don't want to go back to weighing ingredients. That's so boring." Yunho whined. Seonghwa laughed and let Yunho use one of the spare chef knives.

"So we'll use the stock and braise the leeks. That's easily done in the stove then thrown into the oven. There's also some beef, we can do rice bowls." Seonghwa said.

"Okay, I'll follow your lead." Yunho began.

"Oh, let's make a quick pickle. Green papaya, radish and carrot. You can use this slicer. Use the guard though." He instructed.

"Alright, so to draw the water out, we put salt and let it sit for a bit. It's thinly sliced to it should be quite quick. In the meantime, we have prepare the pickling liquid." Seonghwa taught Yunho.

The two of them prepared the meal together, Yunho learning and remembering the little tips Seonghwa taught him.

"Yunho?" You woke up and found the bed empty. Groaning, you reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. After checking the time, you got out of bed and went to wash your face. You assumed Yunho had gone home.

"So you want to baste the steak to add flavour, grab the handle and tilt the pan like this." You peeked over to see Seonghwa teaching Yunho how to cook.

"What's going on here?" You blinked. The two men stopped and looked over at you.

"You're awake." Yunho bound over to you, putting his arms around you to wrap you in a big bear hug.

"Hey, Hwa." After hugging Yunho, you went to hug Seonghwa. He wrapped an arm around your waist while you took a a few seconds to rest your forehead on his shoulder.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He whispered. You didn't say anything, your silence was a sufficient response. He patted your back.

"Aren't you supposed to be off knife duty?" You raised an eyebrow, turning to Yunho.

"Aww, (y/n). Come on~ I was careful. Look, no cuts." Yunho wriggled his fingers to show you. You gave him a skeptical look and went to the fridge to pour yourself some cold coffee, wanting the taste and aroma to really help wake you up. Yunho reached over to steal a sip from you.

For the first time, you didn't cook, on insistence by Yunho and Seonghwa that they'll handle it. They only allowed you to sit by the counter to watch them.

"Shall I make you a bowl?" Seonghwa offered.

"Can you let me slice the steaks, at least?" You asked back. Seonghwa gave you a flat look but gave in easily.

"Alright, let me assemble my bowl." You laid the slices of steak over your rice, making a well in the middle to put a raw egg yolk and sauce. Yunho placed the pickles they made onto a sharing dish.

"Perilla leaf kimchi?" Seonghwa asked. You nodded and he went to put a plate of kimchi there.

"Thank you for cooking, you two." You said before digging into the food with them.

"This is so good! Seonghwa hyung is a great teacher." Yunho said between his chews, clearly impressed that he helped put together such a delicious dish.

"And I'm just chopped liver... Maybe next time, you should cook with Seonghwa and help him with his prep, since he's such an amazing teacher, you know?" You scoffed, feigning offense. Yunho's face fell as he tried to defend himself.

"You know that's not what I mean!"

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since your reqs are open, do you have any thoughts on taking care of bf woozi when he's sick? i loved the similar thing you wrote w/ jun, and i thought it would be really sweet to hear about how woozi's s/o might take care of him when he's under the weather. tysm for considering writing, love your work!! ❤️❤️

taking care of sick woozi! ✧˖°.

i cannot believe i haven't done this prompt yet omg !!! thank you for requesting & reminding me

you noticed jihoon was starting to feel under the weather the night before

when he got home late from work, he wouldn't stop sniffling and sneezing

the tip of his nose was pink, along with his cheeks

and every so often, he'd loudly try to clear his throat before responding to you

you suggested that he take it easy for a bit in case it gets worse, but he brushed it off as seasonal allergies

"ji, babe, you should wash up. i'll prepare some cold medicine and some vitamins for tonight and tomorrow before work."

"thanks. i'll take it, but i don't think i'm sick. it's just that time of the year again," he says, shrugging his shoulders

you knew you couldn't get him to call off of work, so why even bother?

so, instead, you called off of your work so you can follow him around and care for him

you woke up extra early to make him some warm breakfast

you set up his food in the dining room before sitting beside him in bed

he wakes up slowly, reaching toward you, trying to pull you closer

he rests his head on your thigh and you gasp

like holy crap, his head is steaming

"ji, honey, you have a fever," you say, brushing through his hair with your fingers. "maybe... we should stay home?"

he shakes his head. "i'll just stay here for a little while longer. is that okay?"

"i took off work to take care of you," you say, resting your head back on the headboard

"you didn't have to"

"i wanted to. i get to hang out with you all day," you say, as cute as possible

you watch him cringe in your lap

"come on, let's go eat. i made you breakfast. you need to eat before you take your meds."

he obeys you quietly and brings you to the studio

you sit on his couch, studying your own thing, but every time you hear him sniffle, you hand him a tissue

you keep tabs on when he needs to take medicine because without you, he'd get so lost in his music and he'd forget to care for himself

you get him to drink lots of water and gatorade to keep him hydrated, keeping him away from his usual colas and sodas

but as he continues working, his head starts to hurt and he can't seem to concentrate or think straight

so he gets up and lazily slugs over to you, laying down on the couch with his head in your lap

he grabs your hand from whatever you were using it for, and he places it on his head quietly

"you okay?" you ask, taking the hint and playing with his hair

"my head hurts," he says quietly. his eyes are closed as he talks to you.

you massage his head gently and enjoy the time you have with a sick jihoon

"do you still have to work?" you ask, checking the time on your phone

"i wish i could"

"maybe we should go home, and when you feel better, you can work on your computer there."

"but-"

"ji, please. you can work extra hard and long tomorrow when you feel better."

he cannot say no to you and it pisses him off sometimes

you bring a sulky jihoon home early, tucking him into your bed

you put on a recent anime that you heard he was interested in, and then get to work to make him some food

as you cook, suddenly some arms wrap around you from behind, and you hear some sniffling by your shoulder

"hmm?"

he pulls you in tighter, not saying anything

you feel your shoulder become wet

was he... crying?

"is it that bad, baby? maybe the medicine isn't working... should we go to the doctor?"

he shakes his head and he quietly cries into your shoulder

you shut off the stove and turn around, cupping his face in your hands

"aww, don't cry, jihoon," you say, a frown on your face. you wipe his tears away with your thumbs

"just come to bed with me, please," he says, sniffling. "this is embarrassing."

you chuckle, quickly finishing the food and putting it to the side before following him to the bedroom

you lay in bed with his head snuggled into your chest as he watches his anime

"i texted your mom," you say

"for what?"

"to ask her for a recipe that i should cook when you're not feeling well."

"no wonder why it smells familiar."

you play with his hair

"should we go eat?"

"no. stay here."

for the rest of the night, he's clinging onto you

he refuses to kiss you in case he makes you sick with whatever he has

but he literally will not let go of you

don't ever mention to anyone about how clingy he gets when he's sick and tired

because he will become a blushing mess and never become clingy like this again

thank you so much for the request, and i'm so sorry it took me so long to respond!! i hope you enjoyed clingy, sick woozi 🫶

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! i can also do some nsfw if you want! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 8 months

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A/N = I've been on a really weird music kick - for me, anyway. Stuff like Otis Redding, Etta James, Solomon Burke, Bill Withers. And originally, I had Sanemi as the leading man. This goes along with For The Record a little bit in that the music is similar. I may keep trying to work on these damn things until I feel like I've gotten it right. Maybe I'll start a small collection or something where these older songs inspire me to write. Idk. Funny blip, I actually typed out 'Nemi at one part instead of 'Nami. Could you imagine? Living with both men, fucking Nanami and you say 'Nemi or the other way around. Sanemi and say 'Nami. They're so close. It's the perfect threesome. Hmm.

C/W = Sex. Overused italics. Spanking with panties. Nothing too horrific. But ... MDNI.

Sir 'Nami

You stood at the kitchen sink, mindlessly preparing the green beans you were going to cook with dinner. Your favorite mix, the one Nanami made for you, was playing over the inlaid speakers in the ceiling as you swung your hips from side-to-side to Misty Blue.

Nanami had good taste in everything; Clothes, music, cars, houses, investments. Right down to his toothpaste.

You were about halfway through the bag of beans when the garage door opened.

He was home at 5:19, just like he always was. Unless he had to put in some overtime.

He pulled into the driveway, ready to park the car away for the weekend, gathered up his briefcase and anything else he'd need and came in through the door to the side entryway.

You never cease to amaze him.

At first it was day after day, then weeks turned to months and months turned to years. Tonight is your 5 year anniversary and you still look at him with that same warm, sweet smile when he comes in and kicks off his work shoes for his house slippers.

He looks forward to it every evening. And he's elated every evening when he sees you standing there to greet him.

You act like newlyweds whenever you're together. In public places or in the privacy of your own home. Always kissing on the other, holding waists and hands, interlocking arms as the pair of you cross the street.

"Smells good, swee'heart." Nanami says as he stands behind you and joins you in the swaying. Turn Me On now playing softly through the air.

"Thank you, 'Nami. I missed you today, y'know that?" You said, turning around to face him.

He leaned down and put his head in the crook of your neck and took a deep breath in. "I'll never get over how lucky I am to have landed you, y'know that?" His arms wrapped around your aproned body; one around your waist, the other on your butt.

You pulled your head to the side and looked at him quizzically. "How you ... landed me?"

He kept his face in your neck, not bothered by the weird look you gave him. He didn't want to have to defend his choices to the woman he loved with all of his heart.

"Hmmm mhmm." He hummed. "You just have to accept it, darling. I'm the lucky one here."

Your arms made their way to rest around his neck, the two of you still swaying together. 'Crazy' by Patsy Cline, filling your ears as you stood with your husband in your custom-built home that he gave to you on your wedding night.

"I have to accept it, huh?" You said playfully as you nudged his face with your nose to rest against yours. "Well, you are the man of the house. Whatever you say goes, I s'pose."

"I may be the man of the house, but you're queen of the castle."

He untied the apron strings from where they sat at your belly and hung it carefully in the pantry. A place for everything and everything in its place, he'd always say.

"Whoo! 'Nami!" He scooped you up in his arms and carried you bridal-style to your king size bed. Laying you down so gently like you'd break any other way he released you from his hold.

"It's Friday, my love." He said just as calmly as he'd say anything else. "We have the whole weekend to do whatever we want." He kissed between the knuckles on your hands, looking up at you as his lips brushed your soft skin there.

You played dumb. "I - no, it's Thursday, 'Nami. You're losing your mind. Come, let me show you the calendar."

He pulled you back down as you tried to stand from the bed.

"Mm-mm. I know it's Friday. I have been living for this day since Sunday. Now," he began to nuzzle into your chest and kiss your collarbone, "what sort of trouble can we get ourselves into this weekend?"

He had the dress pulled down off of your shoulder by now. Licking little circles into your exposed skin before he kisses it all away and starts over.

"We could ..." he continued as his hand slid from your knee to your thigh so lightly it gave you goosebumps, "go to dinner?"

You scooted back a little on the bed, "'Nami, I almost have dinner ready to cook."

"That's right, that's right, darling, forgive my thoughtlessness." His fingers were squeezing the fattest part of your thigh now, his kisses trailed down further toward your breasts.

"Mm," you said, breathing a little harder now. "I - I don't know, honey. I mmm ... I might have to punish you for your foolishness." Your fingers found their way into his belt buckle and you started to toy around with it.

"'Nami, do it ... do the thing you do." Your face got a devilish little look on it as you tilted your chin and looked up at him.

Nanami stood and undid his belt with his right hand and ripped it from around his waist. How hard he already was became more evident as the seconds passed.

Now on your knees in front of him. "Please, sir, please give me your belt." You begged. You were ready for anything, even if it meant being submissive to your husband.

"I can do that, my love, but I think I have a better idea." He pulled his belt back up to his pants and tucked it into the pocket.

"You wanna know what I want to do to you, sweetheart?" He was pulling at the button on his pants now.

"Yes, sir. Tell me."

"I want to lay you down on your back," he said as he did just that. "I want to take my belt and tie your wrists together. And I want to take your pretty panties off and spank you with them."

Your mouth was open in anticipation. "Sir, please."

He pulled the panties from your waist and rolled them up to the top of his fist. "Don't worry, my love. I'll be gentle at first."

He tied your wrists together with his belt and then pulled the panties out from his fist.

"Are you ready, my darling?" He asked.

You nodded your head in agreement.

He brought the panties down on your backside with a loud crack.

"Oh! Sir, please. Again."

He spanked you again, harder this time.

"Mmhm, yes. Again, please."

He hit you again and again and again. Each time you would beg for him to do it harder.

You could feel yourself getting wetter with each slap.

He stopped after a while and flipped you onto your back. Your pussy was throbbing, begging for his touch.

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly, his hands tracing your body. He trailed his tongue down to your chest, leaving a wet trail in his wake.

His fingers found their way to your clit, circling around it gently before slipping a finger inside your folds.

"’Nami, fuck me." You said, trying not to sound as desperate as you were feeling.

He pulled his pants off and threw them to the floor.

His cock was rock solid.

He grabbed your panties from the bed and rubbed the head of his dick with them before tossing them to the side.

He lined himself up with your entrance and pushed himself inside you.

"Ohhhh, yes’sir." You moaned as you felt his cock fill you up.

He started thrusting in and out of you, slow and steady at first.

You could feel yourself getting wetter with every thrust.

"Ohhh, sir, please fuck me harder." You begged.

He picked up the pace and started fucking you faster.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. 'Nami oh my fucking god ..."

He grabbed your tits in his hands and started kneading them, his cock still pounding away at you.

You were so close to cumming, you could feel it building up inside you.

"Sir, m’gonna cum. Please ...?"

"Go ahead, baby. Cum for me." He said as he fucked you even harder.

You came with a loud moan, your whole body shaking.

Nanami came right after you, his dick twitching as he filled you up.

He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily.

"Fuck, 'Nami." You said as you looked at him with a smile. "That was incredible."

"Yeah," he said as he kissed your cheek. "It really was. Thank you for letting me have my way with you, baby." He chuckled.

You both lay there for a while, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies.

After a while, you got up and started to get dressed. You had dinner to cook, after all.

As you walked to the kitchen, you couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to have a man like Nanami in your life. He was everything you could ever hope for.

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swords-of-a-soilder · 5 months

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The Healing Process

Chapter 1

Confession and Bonfires

This is my first qsmp fic be nice to me; also this is some what outdated but everyone insisted I finish it anyways so here it is!

Cellbit eyes fell half lid as he phased into place, overlooking phill and Misa's home. He hadn't the proper chance to caught up since the events of purgatory, the exhaustion for the damage his body took put him out for weeks at least and the horrid vision of mind are ones he'd rather forget.

He slowly walked over to the front door of the home where he knocked for a whole 3 second, before then looking through the window.

The double bed remained empty amongst the wall of pictures, his eyes gazed back and forth as he search for any life, then sighed when he found none.

Cellbit was about to leave when he heard an iron door push open, he walked over to where he heard the sound watching Phill crawl from an underground base.

"Oi, Philza." Cellbit started

"Sup mate!" Phill greeted, he crawl his way out the hole completely, shutting the door behind him.

"I hope I'm not interrupting you, seem you were bu-" before Cellbit finished his sentence he experience a strong embrace from Phill, sending the younger gentleman into shock.

Finally Phill pulled away meeting Cellbit gaze, "I'm glad you're alright, I was worried you wouldn't make it back." He confessed

Cellbit blink momentarily before his brain flowed again, "I'm glad to see you too."

"oh, are you good on cookies by the way?" Phill starting, "I don't know if you heard but the eggs need to take 8 cookies a week. I started collecting as many as I could so you're good for the week."

"Jesus, it's purgatory all over again." Cellbit joked

"Ah, sorry." Phill respond

Cellbit immediately noticed the tint of regret in Phil's eyes, he seemed to be defaulting to the purgatory mind set, Cell might of said it was concerning if he had found himself doing the same.

It wasn't suprising he was still in survival mode, especially when they didn't get the opportunity to have a proper set off, there was a huge difference between running to the boat to save your life and a proper bon fire goodbye.

"Um, speaking of purgatory, I just wanted to stop by and say maybe, if you're not busy we have a proper send off." Cellbit began.

"An send off?"

"A finally good bye to purgatory, I mean obviously we aren't gonna forgot it entirely but this will help us to move on."

Phill stared at him in disbelief before speaking again, "this was Roier's idea, wasn't it?"

Cellbit release a defeated sigh as he lost his confidence, "yes, it's not the best idea but it's a idea."

"I mean I like the idea, It just didn't seem like you."

Cellbit chuckled at Phill's respond, "no I'd like to ignore it all together, but Roier's seems convince, so I have to at least try."

"sure thing mate, when is it gonna be?"

"Midnight, why then?" Jaiden asked as she pet one of her many parrot birds.

"Purgatory had long nights, it'll fit the vibe." Cellbit explain

"Hmm, I don't see why not, where's not drinking tea right?" Jaiden inquired

"why you don't like tea anymore?" Cellbit asked

"God no, I hate tea now!" Foolish insisted.

charlie noted his head in agreement, "yeah no more tea, I will puke my guts out."

"great, it would help if you brought some food, but no pressure." Cellbit suggested

"ah, I'm not the best cook you know?" Etoiles warned

"I can make a mean milkshake!" Mouse added

"milkshake isn't a good night drink is it?" Etoiles asked

"doesn't matter, it's good."mouse double down

Cellbit chuckled at their ridiculous behavior, "well anyways, I'll see you guys tonight then."

It would be untrue to say Cellbit wasn't anxious about the upcoming event,but he was insistence on keeping a bold face for Roier whom saw through it rather easily."

"Pendjo, eres tan fácil de leer; you can just admit to be nervous?" Roier began

"What do I have to be nervous about?" Cellbit detour suddenly paying his attention to the food Roier brought with them.

"Hey come on now, this is supposed to be a night of openness!" Roier rebutted, "ya deberías saberlo mejor, ¡no te voy a juzgar!"

"Cellbit!" A voice called from his left, Cellbit would soon observe Etoiles approaching with Mouse by his side, Both holding milk products respectfully.

"I tired to stop her, but she instead on it." Etoiles inform as he passed off a large jug filled to the brim with a cold milkshake.

Cellbit released a nervous chuckle as he place the jug down, "well, the others aren't here but, feel free to chill by the fire."

"Hey, you got any music?" Mouse inquired

"I didn't prepare for..I think I might have a record in my backpack.." Cellbit pulled his backpack from under the table fumbling through it.

He eventually pulled a dic out that he handed off to mouse, whom immediately set it to play on her own backpack. The familiar tunes of pig step filled the air, as mouse dance her way over to fire.

It didn't take long for the others to show up, Charlie, jadien and foolish all in that order. Phil of course was the last one to show up, carry a dispenser jug of Ice Tea.

And with that his promise was broken, "Ah Phil, did you really have to bring tea?" Cellbit started

"Why not, its good!"

"Yes, but Foolish and Charlie, really didn't want to drink any-"

"Oh really?" Phil interrupted, "its a god damn send off they can drink the Tea, Foolish come drink this!" Phil demand as he poured foolish a cup.

"No, get that shit away from me!" Foolish begged

Cellbit chuckled at Phil's ridiculous behavior, then blended into the group forcing himself to socially per Roier's orders.

For the majority of the night it was mostly chill, in a not so suprising turn of events Cellbit found his desire to communicate to run dry in the first hour.

You could only do so much small talk before it becomes a drag, so he stayed by his partner, not necessarily saying anything but kept seated next to Him with his head rested on his shoulders, just Observering the other.

Therefore he couldn't help but notice that Phil of all people was acting rather strange and thus tuned into him and his conversations a lot more; which actually weren't that many since Phil spent most his time chugging tea at the dispenser.

The troubling part was, the driver was absolutely alcoholic, Cellbit certainly smelt the Vodka from here; granted he was fully aware Phil wasn't the one who spiked it but he surely figured out by now what was in it.

"Phil, come on stick fight?" Etoiles pleaded

Phil could feel his head spinning at the thought, but having turn him down the past few days he felt obligated to play along. He place the cup on the table, "yeah.. Ok." He agreed fetching a stick from his inventory

Etoiles was basically bouncing of the non existence walls in excitement, soon taking his stance in preparation as Phil did the same.

Cellbit would say he felt bad for watching, he knew without a shadow of a doubt Phil was about to eat shit, but lot like a car crash he just couldn't look away.

And eat shit Phil did, getting knocked down in less than ten seconds by the dullest part of Eotiles stick, but credit where credit was due, Phil clearly wasn't focus.

In fact Cell quickly track his vision to the others dancing, specifically Mouse, whom held a Goat's skull on her head. Phil would soon thank Etoiles for the fight then quickly made his way to mouse, stealing the skull then engaging in small talk.

"Where did you find this, I never see skulls this small just about." Phil was Cleary lying through his teeth, it seemed more like he just wanted an excuse not to give the item back.

Why not just ask to keep it?

"Phil, come on man, dance it's a party!" Charlie was obviously already drunk and while Phil was tispy enough to eat shit in under 10 seconds, Charlie was 'not gonna be able to piss straight' drunk.

So it made sense that he would just casually take the skull and start dancing about, however watching the way Phil's fingers curled in and his lips quiver, it pulled Cellbit to intervene.

He stole the skull from Charlie quickly hiding it in his inventory, satisfied to see a sense of peace wash over Phil. "You're going to poke someone's eye out." Cellbit warned.

"Ah man you're no fun." Charlie complained as he rejoin the group.

After everyone tired themselves out, Roier being the only one who brought actual food, started handing them out; as everyone was forced to sit and discuss by the fire it made the task a little easier.

"Phil, I noticed you don't tend to eat at these events." Cellbit inquiried

"Ah, I normally full up on toast before hand and so I usually just bring some back for Chayanne." Phil informed

"Please at least eat this time." Cellbit request as he past off the dish, "Roier might take it as an insult over wise."

"Yeah, sure mate."

After handing out everything Cell seated himself by the camp fire awaiting Roier's presence, though he find himself slightly annoyed by his husband's statements when he finally sat down.

"So guys, I was thinking right now would be a good opportunity to talk about how we've been feeling."

"Oh boy, here we go." Charlie started, "I don't have a problem ok?!"

"That's not at all what I was talking about." Roier corrected, "look I'm sure purgatory messed with our understanding of trust in our friendship! You don't have to say it, but its a known fact. "

"So?" Foolish asked, rather annoyed by the topic.

"So trust excuses come on, no seas una perra; you talk about your feelings I talk about mine, look I'll even go first!" Roier began, "When Cellbit stayed behind, I felt hurt that my feelings weren't concerned."

"Stop don't." Cellbit pleaded, his face already buried in his hands, "No es que no haya considerado tus sentimientos, solo hice lo que pensé que era mejor para ti."

"Exacto, lo hiciste sabiendo que me haría daño, simplemente porque querías hacer lo mejor para mí, lo entiendo."

"Stop this."

"Pero prefiero ser feliz a lo que es mejor para mí cualquier día, no seas idiota egoísta, te amo."

There was a long silence between the two, and though Cellbit looked ashamed, he also seemed partly content; Therefore it motivated others.

"Um, I'm actually really afraid all the time." Etoiles started

"Wait what?" Phil interrupted, "but you're Etoiles, you're always looking for a fight, being a hero."

"Well its more that I'm afraid of messing up, of not being enough; so of course I do a as many fights to prove to myself I'm strong but.. After it ends I feel pretty empty again."

once more a silence fell among the bon fire, it was clear tonight was expected to be an emotional one.

"sometimes I lose track of my motives." Jaiden began "of why I do the things I do and I've found myself asking, is motive a justification for the wrong I've done?"

Cellbit weight her words in his head, hateful of how strongly he agree with them, "I myself have done, regrettable things.. I knew my motive behind them but, I do wonder if the motive really is a justification.. I.. I don't know anymore."

Then the silence rare her uglyy face once more, the only sound the crackles of the fire. confession spoken would obviously be casted into the fire to burn but to leave their host and avoid becoming poison.

"I've been seeing things," Phil finally admit, "things I'm not sure are real anymore, and others can never seem to see it but.. I feel like I'm going crazy. I saw it, I lived thought it, it all feels real but.."

After the few who felt fit spoke their confession, there was an honor thirty minutes of silence to allow those confession to burn.

Freed from their host, freed from their minds. Once the event came to an end most participates rush their way home, and Phil was not above them

It was Cellbit, whom actually grabbed onto to Phil's shelve holding him back. "Um Phil, about those visions you've been seeing?"

"oh, no I mean, I was worried because I thought it was just because the kids were gone, but then it kept happening so..but it's fine it's probably all in my head." Phil dismissed

"in my experience, it never is." Cell warned, "at least reach out if it happens again."

".... Cellbit have you spelt?"

"wow.." Cellbit let his hands fall off Phil's shelve, "you're gonna turn on me like that!?"

"sleep deprivation is a terrible thing," Phil warned, "get some rest, for your own sake." Phil warned before turning away.

Momentarily Cellbit watch the older man walk away, keeping notice to check on Phil later.

#qsmp fanfiction #qsmp #q!philza #q!etoiles #q!charlie #q!jaiden #q!roier #q!mouse #q! Cellbit #The Healing Process #outdated fanfiction lol #but people wanted me to finish it #except more chapters #on Tumblr im not giving yall my a03 fuck that #also the Spanish bit are google translate im sorry #my first language isn't even English i don't know Spanish well

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picture one breanna: we finally made it! no bears neither! lucien: that's good. glad y'all are having fun.

picture two lucien: sorry we couldn't make it. breanna: it's okay, i understand! poor bonnie probably don't wanna waddle around the woods.

picture three breanna: y'know, when i was pregnant with y'all, i don't think i left the house, not even once. vladislaus: [ chuckles ] mostly, you slept. breanna: no shit, huh? that sounds right.

picture four breanna: the kids are having fun though! ilya said he's disappointed he ain't seen no bears—he's so rascally! lucien: they're hibernating, this time of the year.

picture five breanna: really? you're just like your papa, lu, you know all kinds of things. maybe when the baby's here we can go to the beach! does bonnie like the beach?

picture six breanna: where's bonnie?! is she around? i wanna talk to her! bonnie: hi, mrs. brie. breanna: hi bonnie! i miss you! we all miss you! bonnie: t-thank you.

picture seven breanna: next time we go on vacation, i'm taking you with us! we can hang out, and i'll make vlad watch the baby, so don't even worry about that! vladislaus: volunteering my time again, are you, my dear? breanna: yes, but it's a good cause this time, promise! vladislaus: hmm.

picture eight breanna: so whatcha doing? bonnie: playing with the cats. breanna: aww, i'm jealous! lucien: don't be, they stink. y'all got any plans for tonight? breanna: i'm gonna drink so much beer! lucien: nice, ma.

picture nine bonnie: [ sighs ] now i'm jealous. breanna: don't be! it tastes like shit! you want a beer, vladdy? vladislaus: i am okay. breanna: aww, you sure? vladislaus: indeed. try not to become too inebriated, my love.

picture ten breanna: ha! me? no way! never! hey, bonnie, after you give birth, i'm gonna give you the biggest bottle of wine i got, promise! bonnie: thank you. that would be nice.

picture eleven breanna: hey, bonnie, do you smoke? after the baby's here, you wanna blow down? bonnie: no, ma'am, i don't smoke. lucien: could you please try not to drug my wife, ma?

picture twelve breanna: aww, don't say it like that! you make it sound so bad. lucien: uhuh. so, did gen, carlile, and nikolai come with y'all?

picture thirteen breanna: oh, nope, just the twins and ilya. annie and klaus brought some of their friends too! i like them, they're nice, especially that tall boy. vladislaus: the loud one needs to mind himself. breanna: who, vaughn? i think he's nice! vladislaus: he is a nuisance. breanna: all teenage boys are!

picture fourteen lucien: sounds like fun. y'all gonna cook tonight? vladislaus: I am cooking, yes. breanna: yeah! we got a buncha food for the weekend! y'all are all so pciky. dunno where you get it from! [ laughs ] vladislaus: indeed, i cannot imagine where our children have acquired such a trait, my love.

picture fifteen breanna: [ laughs harder ] i know! crazy, huh! i'm gonna go help your dad cook—actually, i might call nikolai. have you talked to him any? lucien: nope. breanna: he don't never pick up his phone! lucien: text him, he'll get back to you in three to five business days. breanna: ha! good one!

picture sixteen breanna: oh, you know what! i gotta text carlile back! i ain't never replied! lucien: sounds good, ma. breanna: okay, bye for real this time! love y'all! lucien: love you too. bye. [ hangs up ] god, she talks forever.

picture seventeen bonnie: i like your mom. she's nice. lucien: yeah, makes it impossible to hang up though. did you do anything fun today? bonnie: no. not really.

picture eighteen lucien: did you talk to your internet friends? bonnie: i don't talk to them anymore. lucien: why not? bonnie: [ shrugs ] lucien: there's a writing circle at the community college, you should go.

picture nineteen bonnie: ...i don't know. lucien: you'd have a lot of fun, i'm sure, and you could make some friends too.

picture twenty bonnie: ...maybe. lucien: yeah? bonnie: [ nods ] mmhmm.

picture twenty-one bonnie: i'm tired. i'm gonna take a nap. lucien: oh. okay. ...are you feeling alright? bonnie: mmhmm. lucien: okay... sleep well. bonnie: [ yawns ] thank you.

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Azul Ashengrotto of Royal Sword Academy || Chapter 19: Banters and Questions

Summary:

The impromptu sleepover has begun and it starts in the kitchens, where Azul fixes up a dinner for their little group.

In the midst of it, inquiries and curiosities begin to float among the group, one of which calls Jamil and Azul's friendship into question...

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Jade leads them down the corridors to Octavinelle's kitchen, which was fortunately big enough to accommodate all of them without it being cramped.

"What do you usually eat for dinner?" Azul asks Jamil, rolling up his sleeves. He had hung his coat on one of the hooks by the door. "Is there any type of dish you'd like for tonight?"

"Hmm..." Jamil thinks about it.

Ace mutters, “Maybe he’d like to have you for dinner.”

Jamil shoves him aside while Azul’s back is turned.

"You've always wanted to run a catering business, right?” Jamil says. “Perhaps that means you have a signature dish you'd like to feature there. You can make that if it's possible."

"Oh, that reminds me!” Ruggie pipes up. “I heard y'all are planning on opening up a café sometime soon. If you got any job openings, I'm yer guy!"

"Wait, why would you ever need to work anymore? You're gonna get married to royalty someday," Ace asks, confused.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jumping the gun a lil' here, don'cha think?" The hyena shook his head. "Datin's one thing but who knows what's gonna happen in the future? 'Sides, I ain't plannin' on becoming a meat sack like Leona!"

Jade chuckles, then turns to Azul. "The freezer is there, and the shelves containing the different seasonings and condiments are over there," he gestures around the room. "Feel free to use as much as you like. Meanwhile I'll be by the ovens baking some snacks for us."

Azul nods. "Thank you."

He heads to the freezer and opens it to look at the meats and vegetables inside, then he turns to Jamil. "How's your fever?"

Jamil takes a moment to assess himself, having forgotten how unwell he had been feeling. "Honestly, it seems like I'm all better. A little sluggish, but I think that's from sleeping all day today. What about you? Are you feeling okay enough to cook?"

“Yes,” Azul nods. “My muscles still feel sore but not as much as they were this morning.” He takes two frozen plastic bags from the freezer and puts them in a mixing bowl. “How do you feel about cauliflower?” he asks Jamil.

"Cauliflower? Other than its nutritional benefits and the fact that it looks like a pretty white flower, I think it's a good ingredient. Why?"

“Ruggie’s remark about how he still can’t get Leona to cook vegetables reminded me of a particular vegetable dish I know,” Azul says as he places the mixing bowl on the counter. “If Ruggie likes it, perhaps he can add it to his repertoire of vegetable dishes that he serves to his cubs.” He waves his Magic Pen and defrosts the two plastic bags. Jamil can see that one bag contains the said vegetables, and the other contains chicken. “Have you decided whether you’ll be a cook at Jade’s cafe?” Azul asks as he takes a chopping board and knife from the racks.

"I could," Jamil admits, playfully sidling up to him at the counter. "Do you think the management would like me?"

Azul smiles at him. “I think the management would like you very much. Do you have any specialties you’d like to share with the café?”

"If I have to say that there's a type of dish I specialize in, I suppose it'd be anything that dabbles in heavy spices. It's one of the things the Scalding Sands is most well-known for, after all. So whenever the Asims would have guests over, I'd cook with the professional chefs for 'em. And I like spicy food in general."

Azul perks up. “Oh, then you’ll like this one,” he says as he reaches for red peppers on the shelf and places them on the counter. “It’s a recipe I learned just this year when I was trying out various dishes for myself.”

He lays down the chicken on the chopping board and cuts it into thin slices.

Then Floyd’s laughter echoes in the kitchen. Azul looks up to see that Ace seems to be showing Rielle how to do disappearing card tricks even without using actual magic. Rielle is practicing how to do it, and he had successfully made a card ‘disappear’ and reappear behind Floyd’s ear.

Azul pauses with the slicing and smiles at them, but there’s a noticeable worry in his eyes.

Jamil quiets down to ask, "What's wrong? Worried about Rielle?"

Azul looks down again at the chopping board and continues his slicing. Then he nods. “It isn’t like him to stay out of RSA and then ask permission if he could do so. And I do like staying here myself, so I didn’t contradict him. But I worry that there’s another reason why he wants to stay away from RSA. I was unconscious for most of the time since we got back, and I don’t know how Headmage or the other professors have reacted to Rielle cutting his work short in the Coral Sea, but it’s entirely possible that they’re making him feel pressured again.”

"Ah, that'd certainly explain it." Jamil casts a glance at the others. "So he's essentially hiding away here?"

“It seems like it,” Azul says, putting the chicken aside and chopping some garlic and herbs. “And admittedly I’m not sure what to do. Do I tell him to face the issues at RSA even though he seems so happy here?” he shakes his head. “It feels hypocritical coming from me. I got out of RSA a lot too, during the Winter Ball preparations.”

"Hm... Considering he and Floyd organized all this, perhaps we can let him have his bliss for tonight, and then try and see if we can talk to him about his place within RSA tomorrow. Because for the time being, I think he really needs the rest, so why not indulge him for a little bit? And if you're worried about talking to him alone, I can be there with you." Jamil leans on the counter. "Speaking of, is there anything I can help with? I know you're making this for me, but I feel weird doing nothing while cooking duties are happening before my eyes."

Azul nods and seems to relax a little. “You’re right. He deserves to rest and have fun more than anything.” Then he smiles at Jamil. “Can you roast these peppers in the pan and mince them? I’ll see if I can find any cheese.”

"You got it, boss," Jamil humorously quips and starts to get to work.

"So what kinda game are we gonna play?" Ruggie asks from the counters. "And who, between the both of you, came up with it? This is important info." He looks suspiciously at Floyd and Rielle.

“Flame Tetra said board games, and I said Truth or Dare! It’s a classic!” Floyd says, holding cards in one hand and a 2 of clubs tucked behind his ear. “And it lets me pry information out of people or make ‘em do funny stuff without lifting a fin.”

Ruggie whistles, turning to help Jade load a tray of pastries into the oven. “Kinda wish I’d known that before I agreed to come to this thing. Though honestly I should have expected it when I knew you’re hosting it.”

“Exactly!” Floyd says cheerfully. “You got any juicy secrets I can pry out of you, lil’ Remora?”

"If I do, you're gonna have to pry it outta my cold dead hands," Ruggie sneers.

"Or through Truth or Dare!" Rielle chuckles.

"I'm fine with this," Ace grins. "I can already think of a few juicy questions and dares off the top of my head."

"Better be careful, Crabby, or yer gonna end up gettin' all the bad luck in this game." Floyd grins.

Ace scoffs. “No way! I’m not squeamish when it comes to dares, and I’m not even the one with the juiciest potential secrets here. Azul, Jamil, you’re playing, too, right?”

Azul distractedly looks up from making a mixture of herbs and cheese. “Hm? Of course,” he smiles politely.

"I'm gonna hold you to those dares, Ace," Jamil playfully warns, keeping his gaze onto his work.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" Ruggie, the only one with an ounce of self-preservation, calls their attention. "Just so we're clear, how 'juicy' we talkin' about here? We got any boundaries we shouldn't cross, at least, oooor..?"

“Hmm, I don’t think we should dare anyone to do anything to another person,” Rielle says. “For example, I can’t dare you to punch Floyd. We shouldn’t involve the others in another person’s dare. As for when truth is chosen, if someone feels that a question is too personal, the group can discuss and collectively decide whether a different question should be asked. What do you think?” he addresses everyone.

"Awwww," Floyd playfully pouts.

"Whew! Thank the Sevens!" Ruggie mimics wiping the sweat off of his brow.

Ace seems a tad disappointed too, but he shrugs. "Eh. I guess that'd at least guarantee we all live to see another day."

"Indeed. Dead bodies here would be such a stain on Octavinelle's reputation," Jade reasons, though he too, is noticeably sorrowful.

A little more than an hour later, Azul had cooked two dishes: Cauliflower steaks with crunchy hazelnuts, browned butter sauce, and lemon zest, and roasted roll-ups of chicken and red peppers with herbs.

He had laid the plates on the counter, beside Jade’s chocolate chip cookies and vanilla-frosted cupcakes.

“I’m surprised you didn’t cook any mushrooms,” Floyd says to his brother.

Jade chuckles. “I wanted to do something different.”

“Shall we bring these up to the rooftop, or would you prefer to eat in the dining area?” Azul asks them.

"Rooftop!" Floyd immediately says, followed by cheering from Rielle and Ace.

Jade chuckles. "You are all like adorable little children."

"Here, lemme help carry all these up!" Ruggie volunteers. "Nice dish ideas you got here, Azul! Mind if I grab myself a sample?"

The hyena proceeds to take one without waiting for Azul to answer.

"It's certainly impressive," Jamil compliments. "And you came up with these from experimenting? It now makes me wonder how different culinary work must be like under the sea."

"Yeah, how'd you cook anything underwater?" Ace asks, getting ready to head out with everyone.

"Well, sometimes... not at all." Jade replies, giving the ginger a toothy grin that makes him shiver.

“Quite a significant amount of magic is involved,” Azul says, smiling in amusement at Jade’s response. “There are magical equipment like pans and stoves that even non-magical merfolk can use.”

“I definitely wanna see something like that someday,” Ruggie says in interest.

They reach the rooftop and arrange the food and plates on the large picnic blanket.

The rooftop is several stories above the water level, and they have the view of the sea spread out before them beneath the night sky.

They settle onto the blanket in a loose circle; Jade in front of the serving plates, to his left is Floyd, then Rielle, Ace, Ruggie, Jamil, and finally Azul to Jade’s right.

Throw pillows are scattered around, but Jamil realizes that there aren’t any blankets. It makes sense because Floyd and Rielle spontaneously prepared the set-up, possibly with Jade’s help. The merfolk probably didn’t feel cold at all and preparing blankets slipped their mind.

Jamil is feeling chilly, though. Especially because it’s nighttime and they’re very close to the sea. He tries to suppress a shiver, telling himself that he's used to cold nights since he gets them in Scarabia and the Scalding Sands.

But Octavinelle is already cold on a normal day. This? This is cold. It's not at the Coral Sea's level, but it's cutting it pretty close. He tries to shrink a little, wrapping his jacket even tighter around himself.

Meanwhile, Ruggie copes with the cold by popping one of the chicken pepper roll-ups into his mouth.

"... Do you think it'd be legal to start a campfire here?" Ace wonders out loud.

“Technically we’re allowed to, but I’m afraid we don’t have any firewood at the moment,” Jade says, then he stands up. “I shall get blankets for everyone. Apologies for not having them around in the first place,” he puts a hand on his chest then leaves to go back inside.

“Oh yeah, you land critters ain’t built for the cold,” Floyd says, leaning casually against Rielle.

“Sorry, I suppose we got so excited about the sleepover that we forgot to prepare some blankets,” Rielle smiles shyly.

Azul notices Jamil bundling himself up tighter in his jacket. “Oh, would you like to borrow my coat?” he asks, already shrugging it off his shoulders.

"H-Huh?" Jamil blinks with a start. "Oh, no you don't have t—"

His voice dies down when the coat and Azul's arms are placed upon his shoulders. He's not sure if it's the jacket or the butterflies in his stomach, but he sure is warming up now.

"Awww," Ruggie teases.

"Wow, I've never seen Jamil this docile," Ace whispers.

Floyd snickers and Rielle chuckles at the reddening of Jamil's face.

"Lookit that. It's doin' wonders already, Octy," Floyd informs Azul.

Azul clears his throat, the teasing of their friends has made his face a little red. “Well, you had only just recovered from your fever, we don’t want it coming back, do we? Besides, you let me borrow a spare dorm uniform when it was too hot for me in Scarabia, it’s only right that I return the favor however I can.”

The atmosphere is quiet for a moment.

"... So tell us straight-up: Are you guys dating or not?" Ace blurts out.

"We're not!" Jamil retorts, his voice returning.

"Why not???" Ace asks. "Does that mean if I or even Jade start hitting on either of you, you both would be okay with it?"

Jamil's expression grows dark, over Ace putting them on the spot and over the sheer imagery of someone asking Azul out before he could.

Azul laughs nervously. “Same some of that energy for the Truth and Dare later, Ace.”

“And why are you only asking them?” Ruggie asks through a mouthful of chicken and pepper. “I don’t see you asking Floyd and Rielle, and they look even cozier together.”

"Floyd's already saying they're dating!" Ace argues.

Floyd sagely nods his head as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

Rielle, meanwhile, looks surprised. "Huh? We are?"

Floyd blinks. "Huh? We're not?"

Rielle’s face reddens. “D-Do you want us to?”

“Hell yeah!” Floyd says, getting up from leaning on Rielle to look at his face. “And you told your dad already that you like me, right? I thought you knew that I like you, too?” he tilts his head in confusion.

Rielle looks down and he chuckles shyly. “Then y-yes. We’re dating,” he meets Floyd’s eyes.

Floyd gasps dramatically and throws his arms up. “YAY~!” he wraps them around Rielle and pulls him close, planting a firm kiss on his cheek.

Rielle’s eyes widen and he blushes even more.

“Wow,” Ruggie says, his eyebrows raised in fascination.

“See?” Ace says and looks at the rest of them as if his point was just proven. “It’s that easy to admit it!”

As if I could confess just like that right when Rielle and Floyd just got together, Jamil tries to keep a neutral expression.

"Oh, let 'em be, Ace," Ruggie was the one to step up and knock the freshman down a peg. "The game hasn't started and you're already prying into people's love lives. What, you desperate for some 'cause you don't have any?"

"OHHHHHHH!" Floyd reacts.

"W-Wh..!?" Ace stammers. "I wasn't desperate, I was just asking why Azul and Jamil are dancing around the idea of getting together!"

"Why? You wanna get together with someone yourself?” Ruggie raises an eyebrow. “You talk about our relationships a suspicious ton but never once mentioned yours. Who ya eyein'? Is it Deuce? Is it Yuu?"

Floyd mockingly gasps. "What if it's Grim?"

Ruggie gasps along as Ace cringes.

"UGH! Gross! No DUH it's not Grim!"

"Then is it this Yuu or Deuce?" Rielle mutters.

Jamil sighs in relief now that the spotlight's left the both of them.

"I— Well—!" Ace tries to voice out.

"No!" Ruggie exclaims. "BOTH!?"

"AGH! SHUT IT, WILL YOU?!" Ace yells, standing up.

"My, you're already involving yourselves in the wonder that is friendly gossip?" Jade has returned with a pile of blankets in his arms. "Without me?"

“Floyd and Rielle got together just now!” Ace blurts out, pointing at the couple.

“Weren’t they already together?” Jade asks, placing down the blankets and sitting back down in his place.

“Did it really seem like that?” Rielle smiles shyly.

“Yep, totally,” Ruggie says casually before turning to Jade. “So how’s this game gonna work? Do we spin a bottle or something? Let’s start this and get you involved in the gossip,” he hands Jade a plate of cauliflower steak.

Ace pouts and quietly sits back down.

"We can spin a bottle, yes," Jade nods, taking a generous bite of the steak, before taking a bottle out and placing it on the floor. "I took this as I was taking the blankets. Get yourselves comfortable, everyone, we're about to begin."

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Wednesday 7:00 AM

September 24, 2003

"Yn!" I looked across the street to see Sarah Miller waving at me. I jogged over to her with a smile on my face. I've been watching her for the past two years. "Hey, kid!" I said, ruffling her hair. She scrunched up her nose and moved away from me. "Hi, Mr. Miller." Joel Miller may be eighteen years older than me but he was fucking gorgeous. "Yn. You know you can just call me Joel," he said. "Don't let Nonna hear you saying that. She'll kick both our asses," I laughed. He smiled and nodded his head. "How is Clara?" He asked.

I shrugged. I've been living with my Nonna since I was little. My parents had been involved in a hit and run when I was five. Nonna was the only one who had no problem taking me in. "She's good. A little nauseous this morning but other than that she's doing good," I told him. "Good. Hey, are you available to pick up Sarah today and stay with her until I get home?" He asked. I looked over at Sarah and squinted my eyes at her. "Hmm???" I tapped my chin with my finger. She rolled her eyes, "yn!" I laughed and nodded. "Yeah, of course."

"Okay, can you stop hitting on my dad so we can leave before we're later," Sarah said. My eyes widened and I could feel my cheeks starting to get hot. "Oh, my god, Sarah! I was going to take you to get a milkshake after school but now… forget about it you little brat!" She laughed and got in the truck. "You'll still take me!" She said and shut the door. I couldn't even look at Joel. "Firefly!" I looked behind me to see my Nonna at the front door. "Coming, Nonna! Just talking to Mr. Miller!" I called back.

But of course she didn't just go back inside. No, she had to come over as well. "Hello, Joel," she greeted. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, "hello, Clara. I was just asking yn if she wouldn't mind sitting with Sarah tonight. I hope you don't mind," he said. He was always gentle with her. Nonna smiled up at him, "of course not. I have a date with a friend anyway," she said. I looked over at her in confusion. "Date? What happened to being nauseous?" I asked. She smiled and winked before walking away. She may be seventy but she was still very full of life.

I stood there trying to think what friend she was talking about. "Date?" I whispered. "Date. She's still fisty. Maybe it's that man that's been coming over." I looked over at Joel, "what man?" I asked. He smiled with a little laugh before walking around to the driver's side. "Joel? What man?" I asked running around to his side. "You really don't know do you?" He asked. I shook my head waiting for him to tell me. "No. Oh God, does she have a guy over when I'm not home?" I asked. I turned around and started to jog back towards the house. "I'll see you later, Sarah!" I called over my shoulder. "Nonna!"

3:30 PM

I pulled up in front of the school and waited for Sarah. I had the top down on my 1965 mustang. The red poppy paint is shiny and freshly washed. I had music softly playing, and my elbow was propped up on the door. I saw Sarah running over and sat up straighter. "Hey, kid, how was school?" I asked. She put her bookbag in the back seat and put her seat belt on. "It was school. Can we go get milkshakes?" She asked. I laughed and put the car into gear and pulled out. "Sure."

On the way home we also picked up pizza for dinner. Joel wasn't one to really cook and even though he says he's going to be home by five or nine sometimes he's later depending on the job and how things go. Sometimes he and Tommy go out for drinks after work. And I don't mind sitting here with Sarah until he does come home. Nonna was usually out playing bingo or something or now I guess she's on a date. Maybe her bingo nights are actually date nights. After we ate and the dishes were done I put the leftover pizza in the fridge and we watched a movie.

Sarah had her head on my lap fast asleep. The second movie was still playing when the light from headlights filled the room for a few seconds before dying. The sound of a car door closing and then the sound of the door opening pulled my attention over to the entryway. Joel walked in, a tired look on his face. It was almost nine. "Hey, sorry, work ran late, we ran into a couple problems," he said. I gave him a small smile. "It's alright. I don't mind. It beats sitting home alone while Nonna is out on her date." He smiled and looked down at Sarah. "Long day?" He asked.

"Oh yeah, getting milkshakes and going to the mall gets a girl tired," I said. "I'll take her to bed. Thank you again," he said, leaning down and carefully picking up Sarah and taking her up to her room. I could have just left and went home but instead I headed into the kitchen and pre-heated the oven to warm up the pizza. Joel walked in just as I set a couple pieces on the rack. "Thought ya left," he said, getting a beer out of the fridge. "Thought you might be hungry."

"You didn't need to buy dinner," he said. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the counter. "It's no big deal, really. None of it is. I'm more than happy to watch Sarah when you need me to and I'm more than happy to feed her. I read somewhere you have to feed them to keep them alive," I said. He huffed out a laugh and shook his head. "Yeah, you ready right. How's school going for ya? Pick a major yet?" He asked. I turned around and pulled a plate out of the cupboard. "It's okay. Still don't know what I want to do though." I turned the oven off and plated the pizza.

I walked over to the table where he was sitting and sat the plate in front of him and he gave a small thanks. I sat down in the chair beside him, leaning back. "Does it get any easier? Being an adult I mean?" I asked. He huffed a laugh and shook his head. "No. It gets harder. Gotta pay bills and go to work everyday. It's horrible. Only good thing that came out of it is Sarah. She keeps me going," he said. I smiled.

"She is pretty great. I love hanging out with her. She has one sense of humor." Joel laughed and I felt my stomach flutter. 'Get it together, yn, he's like eighteen years older than you.' "Yeah, she does. I think she might get it from you. Think ya might be a bad influence," he said. I leaned over and lightly pushed his shoulder. "Hey! I am not! She gets it from you. She's just like her daddy," I said. He stood up, a fond smile on his face. "Yeah I suppose you're right." He washed his plate, dried it and put it back.

I stood up and stretched. "Well, now that I know you ate I will let you get to bed. I have class tomorrow anyway so I better get to bed myself." Joel walked me to the door. "Thanks again, yn. Really appreciate it." I turned and looked at him, "you really gotta stop doing that, Mr. Miller. I'll see you tomorrow." I walked to my car, got in, backed up, and went the couple feet to my driveway.

#Joel Miller #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller fanfic #the last of us #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you #ellie the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou series #tlou hbo #tlou x reader #tlou show #ellie x reader #tess servopoulos #tommy miller

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theshimadaslovers · 1 year

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~SO...THIS IS LOVE~

(Hanzo x Fem!Reader)

Part 6

*Finally Mercy heal Hanzo completely! And you and him, had to go home, why? Jack felt guilty for all that happened to both of you. He wanted both to be safe and rest while Overwatch team stayed on Portugal to make sure that Talon wouldn't come back*

*At the plane, you and Hanzo were sitting next to each other this time and you. fell asleep on his shoulder and holding his hand, intertwined hands. He smiled the whole ride, squeezing your hand time to time to remember that you're there with him. When Hanzo get out of the room completely healthy, you hugged him tightly and yes, Mercy did heal you too, of course, it would be so unfair.*

*You move a little bit feeling your body waking up from a good nap, Hanzo smile looking at you*

Hanzo- Hey...did you have a nice nap? *He kissed the top of your head*

You- Hmm...!! *Smiles while stretching yourself on the chair* Yeah...you didn't sleep?

Hanzo- No...I'm ok *He sighs looking the empty plane* I'm actually very glad that we'll have the whole base for us...

You- Oh! *You looked at him* That's true!

Hanzo- It would be wrong have fun while they're fighting?

You- Well, this is not a war... *You caress his arm with the point of your fingers making his shiver* Of course I'll be worried with them, but...they're safe with each other.

Hanzo- Y/n...*He turn his body for you* I know they're friends, family...but, like you said, they're safe with each other. I'll be dead worried with Genji, Kiriko, Cassidy... They're family for me.

You- You and Cassidy have been always close?

Hanzo- Not always, but he was my first friend after my brother. Someone I could count on, my best friend. You have a bestie, don't you?

You- *You chuckle looking away* I'm more close to Brigitte, Ana...but not besties.

Hanzo- It's ok *He holds your hand kissing the back* So... It will be just us and the whole base.

You- *laugh and blush* What are you thinking?

Hanzo- Well, I wanna live. That'll be the perfect time for that.

*You smiles to him and hold his hand tightly again. You were excited. Many things could happen! Many...things...things, you know? Maybe!*

*Arriving the base, Hanzo pick you up as a bride because he wanted...he just wanted. You laughed feeling embarrassed and he walks with you until his room putting you sitting on his bed*

Hanzo- *He throw himself on the bed* Aaah... base sweet base...

You- I remember when Genji told me... *You crawl to him laying on his chest* He said that you were so serious...introvert, anti social.

Hanzo- And I am *he chuckled hugging you* I'm serious, I knowledge that. I'm introvert, but with you, Cass and Genji I'm more comfortable around.

You- Ooh...Well, I'll take a shower. *You get up but he pull you back by your arm* Han...!! *laughs while he hug you tight*

Hanzo- I was so scared.

You- Wha...?

Hanzo- When we fell... I could only think in let you alive.

*You smiled and hug him tightly taking a deep breath

Hanzo- We should have a dinner tonight.

You- You mean, a date?

Hanzo- *chuckle and blush* Yes...A date.

*You stand up and he sits on the bed looking at you*

You- And what we're having tonight, Shimada? *smirk*

Hanzo- Hmmm... *he looks away* Do you have something in mind, miss?

You- Hmmm maybe... you.

Hanzo- Wha....! *His eyes wide open and his whole face turns red*

You- *laughs* I'm joking! Don't need to be so scared! *You hold his face* But I would love too...

Hanzo- Y/n...*he chuckle nervously* I...! I don't have answer to that.

You- But you shouldn't have, it just happens...*bop the point of his nose*

*You gets out of the room leaving his shivered and completley enchanted by you and you confidence. You're just...irresistible to him*

*After shower, both went to cook the dinner together, it was fun and he teaches you a lot of kitchen techniques. You didn't knew that he was practically a chef...he's just wonderful. He was wearing a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up showing a part of the tattoo on the left arm. He cook like a professional, very delicate and treats each ingredients with respect. In the stove, he was cooking carefully a salmon fillet, while in other pain he have some vegetable and accompaniments in other...he was cooking everything by himself. You were just preparing a salad, but that vision of him cooking made you forgot that you were cutting tomatoes*

You- Ouch...! Ow! *You drop the knife looking at your finger, making Hanzo immediately close the fire and go to you* Is fine...I'm clumsy.

Hanzo- Let me take a look. *He gently grab you hand looking at the cut* Is bleeding a lot, y/n... *He get some paper towels and wrap your finger on it holding tight* I'll check if we have any baid aids, alright? Put pressure on it, ok?

You- Ok...*You smiled and he quickly left the kitchen* Is your fault *You think out loud and laugh*

*Hanzo came back with a baid aid and carefully put on your finger*

Hanzo- Careful next time, ok? *He looked at your with some puppy eyes* It could have been worse.

You- I'm sorry, I'll be careful next time, chef. *both smile and he kiss your forehead making you blush*

Hanzo- I'll finish here, ok? You can make the table, if you want to.

*You agreed and went to the refectory, yeah...a date in a empty refectory, why not?*

*You find everything you could and even stole a flower vase from Angela's office. When Hanzo finish the dinner, he went to serve the food and look at the decoration feeling surprised*

Hanzo- Oh wow...! *laughs while you light up some small candle you could find in Genji's room* Where did you find all of this?

You- *chuckle in a evil way making him laugh* I borrowed. There we go.

Hanzo- And your finger? *put the salmon on the table*

You- Is ok...Wow! That salmon looks so beautiful! *You smile in suprise* Where did you learn how to cook?

Hanzo- My mother *he smiles* I use to spend my fine with her in the kitchen when I could. She was a great cooker. And Genji...well, he burn a egg once.

You- *laughs* I'm sure that she's very proud of you *You walk to him while he starts to feel nervous* Independent of your past, a mother will always love her son.

Hanzo- My mother knew my way... *He pull the chair for you* She would love to met you.

*You smirk and sit down thanking him. Such a gentleman. He sits taking a deep breath*

Hanzo- I may look alike my dad, serious and dedicated, but... I have my mother's heart. I know I do have. *He serves you the food* Genji, my father's heart. Genji was stubborn, rebel, trouble maker...did actually care about the family. My father always cared about business. When my mother died, my father didn't drop a single tear saying to us that a Shimada just accepts death and redemption as it is. I couldn't grieve for my mother. I grieved years later and for my father? I did not grieved for him.

You- You have such a story...I can imagine how hard it was for you to follow every rule there.

Hanzo- I was the next leader...I was born for this, only this. I spend years of my life, my childhood, blood and sweat to make my father proud of me. He never said a single compliment.

You- Like I said, a son is a son... they loved you, for sure. I mean, I'm not a mother but...I think I can understand them. Your father, always such a serious man, he needed to have the posture. I'm sure that if he have 5 minutes alone with his boys, he would do everything to make both smile and he the best father for 5 minutes.

*Hanzo smiled embarrassed and looked away*

Hanzo- I don't know...I didn't knew my father that well. He was mysterious.

*After eating and drinking some whine, we had to put a jazz to play on the base. You both keep having a amazing conversation about everything! You didn't knew that Hanzo could be such a talker when excited*

Hanzo- I told him! "Genji! If you knock that door, make sure that you'll be doing 100 pushups"...did he listened?

You- I guess not *laughs*

Hanzo- He knock the sensei door, she open up and Genji said "I lost my sword" and at the same time he said, she answered..."100 pushups and find your sword!"

*both laughed hard and you were feeling a little dizzy already*

Hanzo- And! She made me do 50 pushups! Why? Because I was with him! *laughs* He always put me in troubles!

You- I can imagine...! *hiccups* Oh...sorry.

Hanzo- *laughs* Are you ok?

You- Yeah...*you close your eyes*

Hanzo- Don't tell that you're drunk...*he smirk*

You- Maybe? *chuckle* Maybe not, I'm just tired.

Hanzo- I'm feeling a little...too high. And I know when I'm about to get drunk *he hold the whine glass* I'm getting there...

You- We clean up this mess, later...*You drink a little more* I should watch some movie.

Hanzo- Or... play games.

You- You like it?

Hanzo- Genji and Hana make me like it.

You- Oh...*laughs* ok.

*You and Hanzo were playing Mario Kart, by his choice. But...he was getting some trouble with the bottoms, but when he learned everything, you lost 3 times in a row. Then, you played Among Us on the cellphone making both laugh hard everytime someone lose, cuz both were importers*

Hanzo- Oh god...The yellow almost spotted me.

You- Don't screw this up...*emergency meeting bottom* Daaamn, play cool.

Hanzo- I think is me *laughs*

You- The pink suspect you?! SUSPECT?! *typing* "what...the fuck...suspect mean?"

Hanzo- *laughs* Oh come on! I'm cool! He said that saw me going into the pipe! I didn't get into the pipe! *panicking and typing*

You- *laughing hard* Wait wait wait! "I saw the blue in a weird corner...and he came after me when I pass by"

Hanzo- I saw that *laughs* "He also followed me into the...energy room with just...one...task...and he stood there, watching like a creepy"

You- Yes! They're accusing him! *Get on your kness in the sofa* Come! What?! I get one vote?! Why?!

Hanzo- *laughs* He get 4 votes and I got 3!

*Brown wasn't the imposter; you both laugh and have fun with the fellas confused*

*You both start chatting on the sofa about everything again, both comfortable sitting on the opposite sides. He started to annoy pitching you on the leg everytime you tried go stretch*

You- Stop it! *you laughed retracting the legs*

Hanzo- Why?

You- I hate pitching...*holding laugh*

Hanzo- You hate?

You- Yeah.

Hanzo- Great! *He gets up going into you*

You- No! Stop! STAH! *You starting to laugh ridiculously while he literally started to tickle* HANZO! I'm gonna kill! HAHAA!

*Hanzo couldn't hold himself and laugh hard with you, both start to laugh like retartds. You grab a pillow and punch him many times*

You- Stop laughing!

Hanzo- Aah...I think I've never laughed like that before...ooh my stomach hurts. *got punched again* So you'll keep punching me?

You- So what?

*He grab another pillow and he starts a pillow fight...he's huge, so...you ran away scared while laughing and screaming. Both ran through the whole base just following each other and punching pillow until destroy into cottons, sometimes, you play a hide and seek with him. The base was yours. More wine and loud music, playing so Monopoly and when you see the clock it was 2 am*

You- Holy damn...*Your tired rough voice break the silence, both now with empty glasses and..drunk, just a little.* Hanzo...wake up.

Hanzo- Hmm...*He was literally throwed in the carpet*

You- Go to bed... *no answer* Hanzo.

Hanzo- Hmmm...

You- We need to move... *You go lay down beside him and take a deep breath* Are you awake?

Hanzo- *open his eyes* Yes...

*A long silence while both look straight at the ceiling*

Hanzo- That was...the happiest day of my life.

You- *chuckle* Yeah?

Hanzo- I wanna marry you *look at you and you felt your heart drop*

You- Wha....! Wait! *You start to laugh nervously* Hey! We're drunk, ok? Careful.

Hanzo- *chuckle and go on top of you looking into your eyes* Yes...I'm a little bit drunk.

You- *Blushing hard* I see...

Hanzo- But...I do everything I wish...I gain courage. Confidence. And I want you so bad, y/n. Since you arrived, the first time I put my eyes on you...something happened. I'm not a man of romance. Never was. Never thought in become one. I want you safe in my arms...! *You caress his face and he blush hard* And after all of this...the explosion, hospital and tonight, everything is so clear. I never thought that someday would have such a moment like that.

You- Are you happy with me, Hanzo?

Hanzo- I'm so happy with you. You show me what is love and happiness *smiles* And...! This is just a start!

You- You're saying that we're going to be together forever? *smirk*

Hanzo- Can I ask you that?

You- Please.

Hanzo- *Chuckle nervous* Do you wanna stay with me forever?

You- I do, Han...*You hold his face* I do. I want to make you the most happiest man in this entire world, because you deserve it.

Hanzo- I already am... *smiles* I just need you right by my side and everything is perfect.

You- *Laughs* You're so needed...*You pull his face to a kiss, making him extremely suprise but at the same moment he retribute in the same feeling*

*You thought that he wouldn't know what to do in that moment, but when you felt his hand inside your shirt pressing more your body against his, you knew that it wasn't necessary to teach him nothing. It was a feeling of relief for both of you, finally sealing lips! Hanzo enjoy every milliseconds with you, taking advantage of the alcohol effect, the confidence took him finally making him have some courage.*

*You untie his hair and move your hand to the first bottom of his shirt starting to slowly unbutton one by one. You could feel his breath become heavier and faster. Yes, he's needed. He break the kiss quickly unbutton his shirt and throwing away. Oh God, the muscles...the tatto...the Hanzo Shimada! You let him do whatever he wanted and when he sits pulling you together putting on his lap? You shivered in suprised. I mean, you didn't have that much experience to tell something, but...come on, he was suppose to be a shy man! Well... the magic of wine. He take of your shirt making you feel a little cold breeze*

*The BEST make out section you could ever have and he took advantage in every second of this moment. He explore every inch of your body, kissing and biting your neck and chest, for the moment he listen your first moan, he hold your waist pressing down to his hard dick, you could only blush and hide your face on his neck while hugging*

Hanzo- Don't be shy... *He kissed your shoulder and hugging you tight* You don't want that?

You- I do...*You look at him* But I'm scared.

Hanzo- Scared? *He looked confused* Of what?

You- I...I never got to that part. I'm sorry.

Hanzo- It's ok, me neither...actually I've never got to the "fall in love" part *he chuckles taking his hands to your back and stroking* There's a first time for everything, right?

You- I know. You speak like someone with a lot of experiences *smiles*

Hanzo- Aaah...I just speak sometimes *both laugh and he notice your shivered skin* Are you cold?

You- *nodded* Yeah...is kind cold.

Hanzo- *He grab his shirt throw it on the sofa putting on your shoulder* If you're not ready...we wait.

You- And you?

Hanzo- *chuckle* I feel ready. But I don't want to hurt you.

You- Is gonna hurt anyway *chuckle* I may just being a coward, we should try now.

Hanzo- No, when you feel ready, it will happen *he look at your serious* I may never experience that, either you, but... I know. I have acknowledged of that.

You- But I want it *you whiny*

Hanzo- But not it you're scared to do it *holds your face giving a peck on the lips* Come on.

*He gets up now holding you like a bride*

You- Hanzo...

Hanzo- Hm?

You- *Smiles shy*

Hanzo- What is it? *laughs*

You- I love you.

*Hanzo's heart stopped for a sec and then started to bit really fast. Those words make him smile big and he eyes sparkled of happiness. Suddenly, he starts to ran through the base making you laugh scared to fall from his arms. He went to his room, throw you on the bed and he on top of you, attacking your face with kisses and love bites. He hugs your entire body distributing many kisses through your neck to your chest, making you laugh with his reaction to your word*

*He stops leaving a long kiss in your lips before said it back*

Hanzo- I love you so much...*Kiss your forehead, your heart also bounced like crazy*

*You kissed him again and well, the make out section started again and you wanted to unbutton his pants already*

Hanzo- *break the kiss* Are you sure, y/n? This is...important.

You- I know and i'm sure.

*He agreed trusting in your words, taked off his pants leaving on the ground. You also take it off making him blush and smile in shyness, but nothing stopped him. He put you in his lap again, started from where stopped. Things were getting more interesting and hot. In excitement, you started to move your hips on his hard dick making him groan and grab your waist to feel your movements better. Well... things really got more interesting*

*Suddenly, Hanzo cellphone started to vibrate on the desk*

Hanzo- Aw fuck...! Seriously?! *He said angry* You know what...leave there *Went back to kiss your neck*

You- Han...! Is Morrison, your should pick up.

Hanzo- *sighs while you get out of his lap* God dammit...*He gets up and pick up the phone* Yes?

Jack- Hey, soldier, you guys are fine?

Hanzo- Yes, we are... *look at you and smile* doing pretty well.

Jack- Great! The things here in Portugal is getting better, we that Talon may be going to attack another country.

Hanzo- Sure...do you know which one?

Jack- Not sure, but...maybe we gonna need you guys. I mean, we know that you both may be exhausted and psychologically recovering now, but...maybe.

Hanzo- *smirk* Yeah...we are. I mean, it was pretty hard, but, we're fine, commander.

Jack- Good to know I can count on both of you. And...I'm sorry about everything, me as your commander, I'm guilty.

Hanzo- Don't need to apologize, sir...it wasn't your, mine or y/n fault...nobody. It just happened and we're 200% healed. I didn't lose my leg.

Jack- Ok...thank you, Hanzo. See you guys soon.

You- He's feeling guilty, isn't he?

Hanzo- Yeah...*sits on the bed* I mean, how could be his fault? *You hug him from the back* Maybe he mark our positions, but...no one has a crystal ball.

You- *smirk* So...what you wanna do now?

Hanzo- ... do you wanna watch some movie and eat ice cream? Maybe pizza.

You- Now we're talking.

I have NO idea if I should make this longer... sooo...the end? Maybe? For now?

If you guys have any request, just text me💓

And remember, we have a new thing called IBA (Inspired by Art), send a picture/fanart and I'll create something on it! If you have a context, also works! :D

Thanks to everyone that read So This Is Love! I have a lot of headcanon for Hanzo and this is one of them...I mean, is a little more complex.

Hope you guys like it for now!

#she/her #overwatch #overwatch x reader #fem!reader #hanzo shimada #hanzo x you #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch x you

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nowandthane · 10 months

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🎶 9 Ship Songs 🎶

Thank you @my-dumb-obsessions for tagging me ❤️ I saw this and wanted to do it too so I’m very grateful xD

Rules: List 9 songs for one (or more) of your ships. Optionally, tag 9 people.

Tagging @azurechicken @sillyliterature @ace-trash-boi @elvhencore @daedrabait @queentheirins @yurissweettooth @malabadspice @corgiofdeath only if you wanna do it! No pressure ❤️ and sorry if you’ve already been tagged 😅 Also anyone else who wants to do this ofc!

This got long so I’m putting it under the cut 😅

I can’t choose one ship lmao so, starting off with Dragon Age~

Riyaad x Fenris (for when Fenris leaves yknow. I promise they’re not this angsty all the time)

Shadow Preachers by Zella Day

I close my eyes, just close the door You want a minute, I'll give you more Maybe I don't want you either We're both unsettled, nighttime creatures Shadow preachers, nighttime creatures

Veara x Solas (though tbh this is just peak Solavellan song to me, it’s not really specific to Veara idk)

Murder Song (5, 4, 3, 2, 1) - Acoustic by AURORA

He holds the gun against my head I close my eyes and bang, I am dead I know he knows that he's killing me for mercy

Garrett x Anders (two apostates against the world + religious trauma who doesn’t love it!)

Sinners by Lauren Aquilina

So lets be sinners to be saints And lets be winners by mistake The world may disapprove But my world is only you And if we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me Our hearts are too ruthless to break Lets start fires for heaven's sake

Arianwen x Cullen (this was always their song for me, I listened to it all the time when I was writing Command Me to Love)

Gold by Echos

Nobody knows who I am I've got intentions of gold with my plans Nobody knows who I am I've got intentions of gold with my plans

Some polyships—

Heroes of Ferelden (Nayima x Leliana x Alistair)

Nayima x Leliana (they have issues post blight/honeymoon phase but they’ll work things out eventually. I see this as Leliana singing the song about Naya)

October Passed Me By by Girl in Red

Yeah, I got bitter when you got cold Could you really blame me though? 'Cause I'm still tied up when you go You know this song is about you, who else could it be? You were the first to make me feel like I was me

Nayima x Alistair (sometimes I think I choose this song for them/aliwarden just because it has the word ‘tainted’ in it)

Battlefield by SVRCINA

Meet me on the battlefield Even on the darkest night I will be your sword and shield, your camouflage And you will be mine

i havent made a leliana x alistair playlist yet

3 Snipers + Tali (the name started as a joke but it stuck lmao. So this is Sarani’s polycule with Tali, Thane and Garrus. Garrus is also romantically involved with the other two, Tali and Thane are queerplatonic. It’s a whole thing, I’m writing their story rn and it’s pretty complicated ngl but I’m having fun)

Sarani x Tali (yeah ok the music video I edited for them is to a different song but… *shrugs*)

Love from NGC 7318 by Tanerélle, Barnes Blvd.

I wanna tell you how I feel tonight I keep trying, but the words ain't right Nothing's fitting for a kind like you I'm never speechless when the earth's my view Killing the time Building a fort Wrapped in each other as we fall in love I've never met a girl like you, never met a girl like you

Sarani x Thane (but they WILL last, they WILL, I will MAKE IT SO)

Won’t by Tanerélle

I tell him 'Go fast' I've gotta thing for speed He tells me 'Lean back' I let him take the lead I know it won't last But he is all I need I write my name over his tongue So it is all he speaks I got a million fucking reasons I should leave him But I don't I got a million fucking reasons to stop dreaming But I won't

Sarani x Garrus (hmm, that’s a lot of Tanerélle, you might think. idk I was listening to a lot of her when this polycule was cooking in my head)

Ripe by Tanerélle

I know you been thinking that you can't But I think that you should If I can make your whole body ache I can make you feel good I'm what you need, I'm what you know Hooked on your axis You make my world go I'll keep you wild I'll keep you free Say you'll be mine I'll show you what that means

I have songs for the entire polycule too but I’m already at 9 so I’ll stop lmao

#tag games #riyaad x fenris #veara x solas #garrett x anders #arianwen x cullen #nayima x leliana #nayima x alistair #sarani x tali #sarani x thane #sarani x garrus #riyaad hawke #veara lavellan #garrett hawke #arianwen trevelyan #nayima surana #sarani shepard #my-dumb-obsessions #three snipers and a shotgun #heroes of ferelden

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jcbbby · 1 year

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Glad I could be here for your 500 followers party! <3

🖕: “Do you not love me anymore?”

🎉JCBBBY'S 500 FOLLOWER PARTY🎉

I'm so glad you're here too bby! thank you so much for sending in a prompt to celebrate with me! <3 - "Do you not love me anymore?" Warnings: none! Genre: angst note: I am so sorry about this, I'll pay for your therapy bills. -

You sighed, staring at the empty place setting as you pushed your food around on your plate. Jamie had said he'd be home for dinner tonight, but for the third night in a row since he'd been back from the press tour, you sat alone, glancing at the time. It was already 8:30pm, and you hadn't hear from in in hours. You pulled out your phone, frowning at the sight of no notifications, but opened your text messages to send one to Jamie.

Hey babe, thought you'd be home for dinner. Made your favorite. It's in the fridge. I'm going to bed. xo

You clicked your phone off, and got up to neatly put the leftovers of dinner away in the fridge. You washed up the dishes and wiped down the counter before grabbing your phone and heading up to your bedroom. As you slipped into bed, you checked your phone one last time, this time a text from Jamie on your lock screen.

Hey love, I'm so sorry. Got caught up in the studio with a new idea. I'll be in late. Thank you for cooking, you're the best. Love you! x

You sighed again, placing your phone down on the night stand. As you laid in the darkness, alone again, you felt the thoughts creep up again. The thoughts that maybe you two were growing apart, that the spark just wasn't there anymore. He was never home lately, be it for work or with friends, you had been bickering over stupid things more recently, and sometimes it felt like you weren't even in the same room, let alone in a relationship. You loved Jamie, but there was just always a feeling of something missing lately, and whatever it was was making you unhappy.

The thought of breaking things off was Jamie made your stomach knot, but you felt like you were being weighed down by dragging this relationship out. You rolled over, staring at Jamie's side of the bed. It was as if each second passing that he wasn't there for drove the wedge even deeper between you. You squeeze your eyes shut, to beat the tears. Tomorrow you'd do it, like a band aid. You'd suggest that you go your separate ways.

You woke up to the smell of coffee and maple syrup. Jamie's side of the bed was disheveled, a sign that he had come home to sleep next to you at least. You got up from bed, quietly making your way downstairs and into the kitchen. The sight that greeted you was Jamie, in an apron, flipping pancakes at the stove, a rag hung over his shoulder. He heard your foot steps across the linoleum and turned his head, smiling as his eyes laid on you.

"Good morning, darling!" His warm voice chimed.

"Good morning... making breakfast?" You smiled slightly back, leaning against the fridge.

He turned back to the stove. "Well, I figure you made dinner last night. Breakfast is on me." He added the pancakes from the pan to a stack on a plate beside him.

He picked the plate up, bringing it over to place on the eat-in kitchen's countertop. He patted a barstool, signaling for you to sit there. Along with the pancakes on the counter, there was orange juice, sliced strawberries, and a pot of coffee next to two mugs. You went and sat where he had patted. He took off his apron, placing it along with the rag on the counter by the sink before coming around to take a seat next to you. It had to be now, or else you never would.

"Go on, then." He nudged you as he reached a fork towards the stack of pancakes.

"Jamie..." You whispered, staring at the pancakes, feeling like your heart could break in two.

"I tried a new recipe and I think they came out fluffier." He continued, grabbing a spoonful of strawberries.

"Jamie." You turned to him.

"Hmm?" He paused, turning to you.

"I...I think we should break up." The words fell from your mouth as if you couldn't keep them in anymore.

Jamie's face fell, his fork dropping on to his plat with a clink. "You what?"

You took a deep breath. "It's just...we never seem to be on the same wavelength anymore. I mean, can you remember the last time we went on a trip together? The last time we were together for more than a few hours at a time, despite living together?"

He shook his head. "No, it's just we've both been busy. It's just been a hectic last few months."

You let out a huff. "Jamie, it's been more than that... I just feel like for the last year we've been living separate lives. I think..." You felt your eyes stinging again, and glanced down to your lap. "I think it's time we go separate ways."

"Do...do you not love me anymore?" Jamie's voice shook.

You quickly looked up, his eyes also welling with tears. "Of course I do. I love you, Jamie." You grabbed one of his hands tightly. "I just...I don't think we're in love anymore."

Jamie took your other hand in his, holding them tightly, resting on his lap. "Darling...darling, please. If this is something I've made you feel, or-or if I haven't been a good boyfriend-"

You shook your head, letting the tears breach your eyes. "No, no Jamie. You've been wonderful. I mean, you made pancakes." You smiled, causing him to chuckle. "But-"

He cut you off. "Sweetheart, you make me so happy, you know that right?"

You nodded. "And you've made me so happy..."

Jamie's face fell again. "...but...?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"But...I haven't been happy lately...and I think we should just...be on our own for a while." The last word of your sentence dipped into a whimper as you buried your face in your hands.

Jamie leaned over you, taking you into a hug as you both wept together. You quietly muttered that you were sorry as you sobbed, as he whispered that it was okay. Even when you were breaking up with him, he was still the kindest soul. You felt him lean the other way, looking over to see him grabbing a napkin, which he handed to you.

"Thanks..." You rasped quietly.

He smiled gently, before taking a deep breath. "I...I guess I have been feeling how you've been feeling too." He sniffled. "I just was too afraid to talk about it."

"Yeah..me too. I didn't want to hurt you."

He shrugged. "I'm sorry you've been unhappy."

You nodded. "Me too." You looked down to Jamie's hand, lightly taking it in yours as it hung between you, giving it a light squeeze. "But thank you for the happy times." Your voice cracked.

He smiled sheepishly, eyes filling again. "I'll never forget them."

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Uhm hello! This may be my second time writing this since I'm not sure if Tumblr accidentally deleted it or sent it. But feel free to delete this if it was already sent! Congratulations on your milestone, by the way!

I go by many aliases... But let's use "Atropa". As for my personality... Hmm... I'm quite clumsy, and my head is always on the clouds. People often have a common first impression of me. I'm often mistaken to be smart. If anything, I'm more creative than smart. People often say that I'm quite mysterious. One even claimed that amid a crowd, I seemed like I was wrapped under the cloak of mystery. In truth, I just struggle with socializing. It's quite difficult for me to form bonds, but if I do manage to form a bond, expect me to be willing to do everything for those I hold dear. I'll be the shoulder to cry on, the ear that would listen to your woes, the willing audience who'd cheer and appreciate your every work. And though people mostly see me as a kind girl, I have reportedly made my friends want to slap me off the face of the earth with just one smug smile thrown their way. I will take every opportunity to tease my loved ones with great pleasure (keeping boundaries in mind though!) I'm also quite passionate to the point that I'm vulnerable to it. Speaking of, I love to read a variety of books. From children's fairytales to encyclopedias of history. I love to write stories and poetry. As for my hobbies; I read, write, dance, draw, listen to music... Basically, anything that stimulates the creative side of my brain, I'll do it. My biggest passion is writing and acting. In fact, I may be a perfectionist about it and have gone through phases that caused... Quite the destruction to my health. I like creativity, romance (in an artistic sense), birds (especially the birds of the Corvidae family), and aesthetics. As for dislikes, any textures, taste, or smell that feels off. I also dislike the lack of consideration and offensive people. I never gave my romantic ideals much thought but.. Maybe my ideal date would be stargazing with my lover, fingers intertwined. Maybe some romantic decors to set the mood here and there. I don't mind if I'm either matched with a male or a female, but I'm leaning on male.

As for the optional ones.. I'm an INFP-T. I kin Ei, Ayaka, Tighnari, Xingqiu, and Yunjin. I never took the time to think about my ideal type, so there's that!

Apologies if this ended up too long.. I wish you a bright journey throughout your writing endeavors, and please take care!

I MATCH YOU WITH . . .

AYATO!

TROPE: CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TO LOVERS

ayato and you had grown up side by side; childhood friends were what some called it

the moment you had met, it was like an instant click. the friendship you had was so special

it could be teasing, but also so full of love and care. throughout the years, many older people had always teased the two of you about getting married in the future or how they could already see the blooming feelings

one of the things ayato appreciated most about you was your sense of care. he had been through so much: losing his parents, taking over the clan, becoming a prominent figure of inazuma

yet, you had been with him through it all. he cried with you, cuddled with you, laughed with you, cooked with you. hell, you even lived with him by the time you were old enough

by the time you were both in your 20s and everything was all good with the clan and work, it was like you had been dating the entire time

tonight was special, anyone could feel that. the air was a perfect mix of being warm and cool, the stars were bright, there was tons of laughter and strong smells of wonderful food drifting through the air of inazuma

you and ayato were sitting outside side by side the estate in a comfortable silence, absorbing the commotion from the city around you

suddenly, his hand slipped into yours and his head was leaning against your shoulder. ayato shut his eyes and breathed out gently:

“i’m in love with you. i always have been, and i don’t want to waste anymore time pretending there’s nothing between us.”

#—event: 1k followers !#i think this is my favorite matchup #the moment i read it i instantly just thought of ayato #also can i just say that the way you write is beautiful #thank you so much for participating!#take care as well :)

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