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beardedjoel · 7 months

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sugar rush

joel miller x f!reader

event masterlist prompt: your desperate neighbor, joel miller, runs out of candy for the trick-or-treaters and comes to you. it turns out you've both been keeping a secret from each other; 4.7k words warnings: mostly cute fluff and pining, makeout sesh, they stay flirting, joel miller is a gentleman *saluting emoji* a/n: loved writing a fluffy little piece for my ppcu darlings for this event, happy halloween and i hope everyone enjoys all the fics we've been writing for you all!

The last thing you’d wanted was to do something extravagant for Halloween this year. You watched friends planning to go out to parties, ones with kids plotting all their family costumes. But what you really want is a peaceful night in, passing out candy and eating popcorn with a scary movie in the background, spending time in your own cozy cocoon. Work has been relentless the last few months, stressful and draining, and you’re happy to just relax with candy stolen from your candy bowl for the trick-or-treaters.

The first hour of little ones comes and goes, all of their costumes more adorable than the last, getting a chance to quickly catch up with some of your neighbors as they pass through. It’s just the evening you wanted, you convince yourself once again as you listen carefully to your popcorn in the microwave to make sure you don’t overcook it.

You feel a twinge deep inside, maybe some kind of loneliness hitting you while you feel the emptiness of your home pressing in on your heart. You’d not been having the best luck with dating recently, you knew that, and refused to believe the real reason was that there was someone you were interested in, but didn’t have the heart to pursue it. So instead, you had spent the better part of this week persuading yourself you were happy to spend the holiday by yourself, to get this much needed alone time.

You silently thank the universe when your doorbell rings again, bringing you out of your thought train that was heading towards a swift derailing into depression. You put on a smile before whipping the door open, expecting another group of kids dressed to the nines. Instead, your eyes flick up from child height to your neighbor, Joel Miller. He’s standing in a faded black band t-shirt that’s hugging his biceps, and when you finally pull your eyes to his face, it’s adorned with a shy little smile on his lips. His hair looks like he’s been running his fingers through it a few too many times today, tousled and sticking up, and his tan skin looks somehow stunning in the shitty light of your porch. How he manages to look this good all the time baffles you.

“Joel? Um, hey,” you stutter out awkwardly, hoping he can’t see that your cheeks now feel like they’re burning as they always do when you meet his intense, chocolatey gaze. “Here to trick or treat? I’m not sure what your costume is, though.”

Joel chuckles, his face lighting up and you feel your insides warm at the fact that you made him laugh. “Wish I was, but no. I actually, er…” He rubs the back of his neck nervously. “I ran out of candy, was hopin’ I could…” he says, the last part more quiet, half hoping you didn’t hear his embarrassing confession.

“Oh, y-you need some?” you reply, fidgeting your fingers in front of you. You glance over at your candy bowl, still over half full - you tend to go overboard on most things, and this was no exception. Anxiety had taken over you in the grocery store aisles and made you a different person, filling your cart with way more candy than accounted for kids in your neighborhood.

“I figured, y’know, think I might know ya best around here, and well, your light was on. The McCarthy’s don’t seem to be participatin’ this year.”

You have a flurry of emotions - amusement at Joel’s predicament, excitement that he’d chosen to come to you, and absolute screaming, jumping up and down joy that he’d thought he knew you the best of all his neighbors. The outside of you nowhere near matches the inside as you just give him a sweet, reserved smile.

“Those cranky bastards,” you say with a chuckle that Joel reciprocates. “Well, come on in, you can have some of mine. It’s kind of slowed down the last little while, though. But feel free to take whatever you need. Lord knows I don’t need this much leftover candy in my house tomorrow.”

“I’d kinda like to see you runnin’ around your lawn with a sugar rush, though,” Joel teases as he steps inside and you close the door behind him. Your brows raise slightly in surprise - Joel seems in an uncommonly great mood tonight. Not that he’s unkind, by any means, he’s just not typically the most chipper person you’ve ever met.

“Not so funny when I crash and pass out and you have to drag me back inside,” you quip back to him, and his smile goes a little crooked, which sets your heart jumping inside your chest. You’d been harboring a bit of a crush - okay, more than a crush, you admit to yourself - on your neighbor for a while now, too afraid to say anything about it, or even flirt too forwardly most of the time for fear of rejection. You figured he was just a nice guy, and you had helped each other out in a pinch a few times, attended a few of the same barbecues, or waved as you passed by. You’d fallen more quickly for his gorgeous little accent and rugged looks than you’d cared to admit to yourself, and these feelings didn’t seem to be going anywhere any time soon. You’d even started to wonder lately if the reason your dating life hadn’t been the most lively and successful was that you were still holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, Joel felt the same way about you.

“Might be kinda a good look for me - neighborhood hero an’ all, savin’ you,” he says, his smile growing a bit.

You roll your eyes playfully, feigning hurt. “And at my expense? That’s cold, Joel Miller.”

Joel laughs and holds up a small bag he’d brought over, hoping to take home his spoils. He’s filling it when the doorbell rings another time, and you start a little, so caught up in watching his broad, muscled form moving. You rush over to open it to a few small kids standing outside, not over the age of eight or so, all screaming TRICK OR TREAT! You laugh heartily and greet them all, gushing about how perfect their costumes are. You hold out your bowl of candy to them, letting them choose what they’d like and they all giggle at your compliments and little jokes.

Joel has stopped to stare, enamored with your sweetness in this moment, how good you are with the kids. Hell, Sarah is much older than these three little ones, but he’d seen how good you are with her, too. She seems to adore you, asking after you any time it’s been a while since she’s seen you. Joel’s lips tug up into a smile, just now noticing how cute your Halloween pajamas are - black bottoms with little jack-o-lantern’s printed all over them and a black tank top. Now that he was noticing, he tries not to bite his lip when he sees just how tight the tank top is, how well it hugs your body as it slides up along your back a little when you bend down towards the kids’ level.

You wave your goodbye and turn back to Joel, face glowing from the big grin you’d put on for the kids.

“So cute, right?” you say, hiking a thumb over your shoulder towards the front door.

“Miss that age,” Joel murmurs before he can stop himself. He promised himself he wouldn’t wallow too much tonight, and here he was telling the first person who had the misfortune of talking to him. Sarah chose to do a sleepover at a friend's house tonight, the first Halloween she was spending that didn’t involve Joel. Sure, they’d done the pumpkin patch and carved them after, apple picking with Sarah fulfilling her promise to bake Joel an apple crisp, and watched some of their favorite scary movies together. It still hurt that his little girl was Trick or Treating in another neighborhood without him tonight, maybe one of her last ones ever as she neared those teenage years.

“S-sorry, didn’t mean -” Joel starts, cutting himself off from the deep thoughts he’d tumbled into.

“No, hey, it’s okay. Sarah’s got plans tonight, I take it?” you ask, sincerity and compassion sparking in your eyes. Joel finds himself dangerously close to falling into those two pools, your sweet soul shining through as you look at him.

“Mhm,” Joel replies, scratching a hand through his beard. “She uh, wanted to do somethin’ at a friends’. Don’t blame her, just… y’know, one of those things.”

You give Joel a sympathetic half-smile, letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry, Joel. That is tough. I’ll bet she’s feeling a bit sad about it too, even if she’s having fun.”

“Better miss her old man at least a little bit,” Joel replies, trying to lighten the mood.

“Old man? I don’t see any old men in here,” you say, gazing around the room with a fake curiosity, your brow furrowed. Joel spits out a laugh and shakes his head.

“Too kind, darlin’. For that, and the candy.” He holds up the bag full of candy and starts towards the door. Your heart lurches every time he throws out one of his Southern little pet names, and you have to forcibly keep your face neutral as you bask in it. “Well, uh, thanks. I owe you,” Joel finally says.

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth and worry with it as Joel’s hand seems to inch towards the door in slow motion.

“W-wait,” you say, before you’ve even realized the word has left your mouth. “I was watching a movie - would you want to, um, stay and watch with me? Pass out candy together?”

Joel blinks a few times, and you feel your stomach sink, until he breaks out in a sheepish smile, his cheeks flushing a bit.

“I’d like that, yeah.”

“Oh,” you nearly start, mostly having expected him to say no for some reason. Maybe you just haven’t accepted the fact that Joel does seem to enjoy your company as much as you do his. “Great,” you flash a smile, gesturing over to the couch. You walk over and sit down, and Joel follows closely behind, peering around at your setup.

“Popcorn ready and everythin’,” Joel comments with an impressed whistle, settling onto the couch next to you, the distance between you enough that you’re hoping you can stay focused on the movie. His warmth radiates though, his broad shoulders looking so damn big, fuck, on your couch and his legs spread open as he relaxes back a bit. You try to make your shaky exhale as discreet as possible before grabbing the popcorn bowl from the table and plopping it between the two of you.

“What are we watchin’, then?”

“Killer Lake 3. oOooh,” you tell him, wiggling your fingers in an attempt to make it sound creepier, but Joel just laughs and shakes his head at you, running his fingers over tired eyelids.

“Ain’t seen that one yet, makes me kinda nervous, that uh, whole series,” he admits, and you kind of like the idea of knowing something small and intimate about him, something vulnerable.

“Me too,” you admit, holding back a chuckle, your hand over your mouth.

Joel sits forward, shooting you an incredulous look. “And yet you were watchin’ this… all alone in your house?”

“It’s called living on the edge, or something,” you reply with a laugh. “Besides, not alone anymore, am I? I’ve got a victim to suffer with me.”

Joel huffs and crosses his arms. “Just play the damn thing before I can chicken out.” He settles back again, but you can feel the tension radiating off of him as he never fully relaxes, his body taut while he keeps his arms tucked into each other. You find yourself hoping that at least part of the reason he seems tense is he’s just as nervous as you are to be sitting so close on the couch together, able to feel the heat of each other’s bodies, the scent of the other person permeating the space. You try not to breathe in too noticeably when you catch the smell of him - musky, a little outdoorsy, and something else a little less like his natural scent, an aftershave or deodorant. It’s all equally intoxicating, you think to yourself, trying not to let your brain become too muddled by it.

The doorbell rings several times while you two are watching, each time you and Joel pause the movie to coo over the little trick or treaters together. You feel your heart flutter at the thought of those who don’t know you two, who would think you’re just any other couple living together. Your insides are nearly bursting at the thought, not realizing just how badly you’d wanted that with Joel, this sweet domesticity. Now that it was within your reach, a little taste of it playing over in your mind, you don’t know how to go back to how things were before this night.

The movie still isn’t finished when 8:30 hits, but you get up to turn the porch light off, signaling the end of the trick or treaters for the night. Joel stands up awkwardly in your living room, hands fiddling in front of his belly. He clears his throat and glances at the carpeting before he looks back up to you.

“Love to stay, and finish the movie off, if that’s alright,” Joel offers before you can even say anything, and you nod eagerly. “Couldn't leave you all alone with this scary shit now.”

“My hero,” you tease, calling back to your earlier conversation. You clasp your hands over your heart with a grin, and Joel chuckles, rubbing his neck.

When you two sit back down, you start to realize that every time you've gotten up from the couch to give out candy and sat back down, you and Joel have gotten a little more comfortable, bodies less rigid and tense, able to sit a little bit closer to each other. You realize you’ve barely been paying attention as the movie plays again when Joel makes a sound at something happening on the screen, so you try to focus so he can’t tell just how affected you are by his presence or how lost in thought you are.

“S-shit,” Joel calls out, jumping a bit in his seat, clutching his chest with one hand. The other one flies over to your thigh, where he holds on for dear life, squeezing you there. He quickly pulls it off, before you can even fully register it, trying at the last second to memorize the feeling but coming up short, too stunned to even believe that it really happened. Joel seems to tear his gaze from the movie, both of his hands clutched in his lap, fiddling nervously.

“I’m - uh, I’m sorry ‘bout that. Just got me jumpin’, didn’t mean to, well…” Joel stutters out, gesturing to your leg. You’re sure if the room was more light, you’d see a flush creeping over his cheeks. He can’t believe he’s embarrassed himself in front of one of the most beautiful girls he’s ever known, one he’s sure is completely out of his league. It hasn’t stopped him from being excited to see you every time he’s had the pleasure of getting to have a conversation with you or simply see you pass by his house on a walk or run. He’s in deep, he knows it, and now he may have just ruined his chance to reveal his feelings to you the right way.

“Oh,” you say plainly. “It’s totally fine, I nearly did the same thing,” you say with a chuckle, trying to laugh it off.

You feel the skin on your thigh buzz beneath your pants where his hand had been for that brief second though, and your heart doesn’t seem to be interested in calming down its incessant thundering. You want more, you want to feel his hand back right where it was, the strength of his arm slung around your shoulder, his touch nearly anywhere on your body. You’ve never been alone with Joel this long and it’s starting to get to you, sending your mind reeling.

That brief touch suddenly has you gathering up your courage, so you turn your body to face Joel a little better and breathe in deeply.

Now or never.

Your heart thuds harder and your stomach tightens into knots, but you strengthen your resolve and square your body a little, trying to give yourself a false confidence.

“Actually…” you say, clearing your throat quietly. Joel’s attention quickly snaps from the television back to your face, and you nearly lose any semblance of bravery at his gaze locked so firmly on yours. “I didn’t mind, at all. If you wanted to do that again, or anything like that, uh, maybe,” you tell him, cursing yourself for stumbling on your words, for making it sound so unsexy to ask him to put his hand on your thigh.

You pull your lips inward and press them together, sure that your widened eyes are giving away the complete terror you feel as you await his reply. It feels like years creep by of his face looking completely taken aback until you see the corner of his mouth twitch up, his eyes starting to go a little softer with a twinkle in them.

“What, like, uh,” Joel clears his own throat now. “Like this?”

His hand slides over from his lap, much slower and intentional this time, landing on your thigh, right above your knee. It feels like heaven - his grip firm and protective but also soft and caring at the same time. His fingers flex a little, giving away his nervousness before he settles on a few errant rubs of his thumb.

“Yeah” You give him a toothy smile. “Like that.”

“Wouldn’t mind one bit if you wanted to hold onto me, an’ all that. Since the movie’s so scary, ‘course,” Joel says, sounding more bashful than you’ve ever heard him with his voice lowered.

You feel yourself smiling wider and wider, your face nearly feeling like it’s going to crack soon with the excitement you feel. Joel’s own heart is fluttering more than it has in ages and he wills it to calm down before he gets too excited about his crush, for Christ’s sake, simply cuddling with him.

“Of course, since the movie’s so scary,” you tease, biting your lip anxiously. You tentatively scoot closer to Joel, pressing your thighs flush with his as you curl up on the couch, tucking your feet up next to you on the opposite side. You bring your hand up to his bicep, wrapping it around the muscle before gingerly laying your head onto his shoulder. Every movement feels a little stiff at first, testing these new and exciting waters with each other.

Joel lets out a quiet hum of satisfaction, one he’s not sure that you heard until you sigh lightly in response and his heart leaps along with yours, the two of you tensely holding one another. Joel feels you start to relax first, your attention half back on the movie, and he takes the initiative to let go of some of his own tension, letting his hand wander a bit more on your thigh.

By the end of the movie, you and Joel are entwined together, his arm slung behind your shoulders, your hands clasped together and palms sweaty from the intensity of the film and being so close to each other. You’ve migrated onto the top of Joel’s chest, resting your head there. Joel thinks he’s died and gone to heaven as he keeps getting delicious whiffs of your shampoo at that angle - a scent he tries to burn into his memory for when this evening inevitably ends.

When the credits start to roll, neither of you move, not wanting to break whatever spell it seems the two of you are under. Joel reaches for the remote, turning the movie off before tossing it aside and resting a finger under your chin. He gently pushes, urging you to tilt your head to look up at him. The little, curious noise you let out at his touch makes Joel’s insides instantly turn to fire, his body tensing up and muscles going taut. Just the touch of his calloused finger under your soft chin has a heat licking up your spine, then settling deep inside your gut.

“This was nice,” you murmur, now looking up at him and blinking slowly. He can hardly believe that the look in your eye - the starry, eager, content look - has anything to do with him. His eyes drift down to where your lips look so pouty and inviting right now, parted slightly as you wait to hear from him.

Joel leans forward a little, sliding his fingers up from your chin to your cheek, cupping it softly. He brushes his lips across yours, so lightly you can barely feel it at first, sensing his hesitancy. You meet him in the middle, and you can feel the smile on his lips as they meet yours in full, pressing into you with a romantically soft kiss. You moan wantonly into it, having wanted and dreamed of this moment countless times. Your hand cups his face in return, gently scratching your fingers through his beard and he lets out his own satisfied groan now before pulling away.

“That okay?” he asks quietly, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Joel,” you say, your own voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been wanting that to happen for like, almost a year now, so yes.”

Joel blinks hard in surprise. “That long?” he asks, his tone going lower with suggestion as his brows quirk a little. He keeps his hand on your cheek, rubbing along your jawline with his thumb.

“Mhm. That long,” you murmur with a nod, closing the small gap between your faces once more as you press your lips into his. You make a small moaning sound deep in your throat and barely pull your lips off of his to utter feels nice.

Your enthusiasm urges Joel on, a quiet groan making its way out of his throat as he deepens the kiss, sliding his hand from your cheek up to the back of your head and burying it in your hair. His fingers along your scalp feels so heavenly that you can’t help the satisfied mewl that comes out of you.

Joel’s hands start to explore a little more, curving down your back with a firm touch, his fingers tracing along your spine. You nearly shudder and then gasp when his calloused pads find their way underneath the bottom of your tank top, touching bare skin now, the heat of his hands blazing into you. You can feel how heavily you’re breathing already, the tension building and nearly unbearable. It feels like a dream, this moment you’d thought so much about happening, wishing for his touch and his lips and his body just like this. Your hands wrap around his neck to keep him pulled close, desperately trying to keep this moment from slipping away from you.

He surprises you by lifting you onto his lap, hands enveloping your plush hips as he tugs you over to straddle him. You gladly and willingly move your body along to where he guides you, settling on top of his lap with your heart beating out of your chest. It all feels so natural but has you giddy, nearly jumping out of your skin with the quickening pace of your kisses. Your bodies meld to one another effortlessly, your hips sinking down further into his lap as you grind a little into each other.

Every movement, touch, and synced breath is pure bliss as you two continue devouring everything the other is putting out, tongues dancing with one another and now swollen lips pressing into each other. All the pent up longing and burning desire coursing through you now has an outlet, and you try to hold back a moan that pushes up through your throat to not seem too desperate, but Joel beats you to it, a little groan slipping past his lips. He pulls away slowly, peppering the corners of your mouth with a few kisses before slowly opening his eyes, now gazing at you with a heady, half-lidded look. You meet his expression curiously, your heart still thundering as you lazily scratch along the back of his neck.

“W-would it make me look like a complete idiot if I said,” Joel starts, keeping his hands steadily wrapped around your hips, fingers still splayed all the way to your ass. “I wanna take y’on a date before we go any further? Know it’s old fashioned, but…”

You laugh quietly, sincere and sweet, at his honesty and apprehension, watching his cheeks reddening and mouth a little agape as he awaits your reply. You palm his chest with your free hand, spreading your fingers out and brushing them dotingly across the fabric of his tee shirt.

“Not at all,” you tell him, your voice coming out a little cracked, planting a chaste kiss on his lips, savoring the way they mingle so quickly into yours without hesitation. “I think I’d like that, too,” you add on, giving him an encouraging smile.

You see him breathe out, shoulders sagging in relief while his mouth twitches upwards. “Good,” he sighs, “‘Cause I really wanna take you out, darlin’. Been wantin’ to…” he says with a lopsided smile now, leaning back in for another kiss.

“Maybe I’ve been wanting to, too,” you tease, leaning your head down to rest on his shoulder, snuggling into him, letting the moment become comfortable, any expectations on the two of you lifted for now.

“Couldn’t tell or anythin’, by the way you hopped on top of me,” Joel jokes, breaking the tension even more. It feels like any other day, now, like you tease each other while you curl yourself up on his lap all the time. It amazes you how little discomfort or awkwardness you feel right now around Joel despite the major shift in your relationship only moments ago.

“You pulled me up here, you ass,” you quip back, lightly hitting him on his other shoulder.

“That I did, sugar,” he says more sweetly now, kissing your forehead, warm and sticky. “Wanna go out w’me this Friday, then?” he asks, and you pick your head up to smile at him, tenderly curling your fingers around his cheek, still getting used to the feeling of touching him so freely.

“Friday? Not sooner?” you ask, biting the inside of your lip and trying to give him your best version of sweet, pleading eyes.

“Eager, are you?”

You kiss him again in reply, letting your tongue slip into his mouth again and he meets it hungrily with his own, his hands snaking around your back to your ass and squeezing the globes greedily. You can feel his arousal, pressing hard where your warm heat meets his, thighs gripping around his legs tightly. He has to practically tear himself away and you can see the mischief in his dark eyes growing by the second.

“Yeah, me too,” he says, a little breathless now. “Tomorrow, then.”

“Tomorrow is perfect.” You slip off of his lap and plop next to him on the couch again, stifling a yawn now that you’re coming down from the quick boost of adrenaline your make-out session with Joel had given you.

“I should head out, but…” Joel says when he notices your tiredness, putting a warm hand on your thigh. “I’m lookin’ forward to tomorrow.”

“Me too,” you reply with a wide grin. You stand up from the couch with him, walking to the door together with your fingers brushing, not seeming to want to be without the other’s touch.

“Pick you up right here at 6:00 tomorrow, yeah?” Joel stands in your open doorway, lingering on shifting feet as you nod in agreement. He leans in and captures your lips in another kiss, this one feeling just as new as the others and you instantly lose yourself to it, breathing in his scent and memorizing the feel of his plush lips on yours for the final time tonight.

“Goodnight,” you say quietly, planting one more peck on his cheek, wiry stubble around his beard tickling your lips. He ambles down your walkway, and while you’re admiring the view, leaning against your doorframe he turns back, giving you a sheepish, crooked smile.

“Hey,” he says, stopping where he stands. “Happy Halloween, darlin’,”

You can’t help the smile that bursts onto your face, your heart soaring at the adorable pet name, the locks of Joel’s hair sticking out in all directions, and the near puppy dog eyes he’s giving you right now. This right here, this Joel Miller is one you know not everybody is lucky enough to see, and you’re so grateful you’re getting a glimpse of it tonight.

You lift a hand and wave as you step back inside and call out to him.

“Happy Halloween, Joel.”

dividers from saradika !

#halloween event #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you

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writingforstraykids · 6 months

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More than friends

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 5069

Summary: Having a crush on both Minho and Chan, you hate seeing them stupidly in love and happy. One day, you snap at Chan, hurting Minho in the process. Minho picks you up the next day since you two have a lot to talk about and sets some boundaries...

Tags/Warnings: angst, emotional hurt/comfort, jealousy, friends to lovers, first kiss, fight between reader and chan, minho calls reader kitten, jealous!reader, protective!chan, soft!minho

A/N: Have fun reading 😊~Moon🌙

PART TWO

I can't help but love you Even though I try not to I can't help but want you I know that I'd die without you War of Hearts ~ Ruelle

You've known Chan your whole life, your mothers being best friends and having you only a few months apart. He's been like an older brother to you growing up, and you knew there'd never be a better friend than him. You've been heartbroken when he had to move to Korea to work hard for his dreams but supported him nevertheless. Growing up, you had a crush on him, which only grew as he got older. About a year ago, you went to visit him and got to know his roommate Minho, who happened to be the main dancer of his group. Minho was very polite and fun to be around, and you became friends fast. Going back home, you realized you had also developed a small crush on him. When you visited two months later, Chan very nervously confessed that he was bi, which didn't seem like an issue to you at all until he told you that he had a boyfriend now. Minho.

It broke your heart a little, realizing you wouldn't have a chance with either of them now, especially because you promised Chan to move in for good once you'd moved to Korea. You've spent days crying in your room, trying to be happy for your friends but pitying yourself at the same time. But of course, you moved in with them two months ago, knowing there was no chance you'd be able to afford your own apartment in the beginning. For a while, it went well until you started to get jealous of Minho. He had not only stolen your heart but also your first crush.

Minho sits next to you on the sofa, helping you with your assignments for university since you sometimes still struggle with Korean a little. You like his way of explaining things to you, making sure always to sprinkle in a joke when things get too frustrating. Everything is fine until Chan comes back home from the company, plops down on the sofa, and wraps his arms around Minho, pulling him into a loving kiss. "Missed you," he tells him gently, and Minho smiles sweetly, squeezing his hand.

"Of course you did," he teases lovingly. Chan hums softly, deepening the kiss and brushing back his hair lovingly. "Channie," Minho says softly since you're sitting right next to them.

"Oh please, she's seen almost as much of me as you have," he snorts, kissing him again. You glance at them and feel quite lonely, seeing how soft and caring they are with each other. This is all you ever wanted, with someone like Chan. Or Minho.

"There's dinner in the fridge, love," Minho tells him, pulling back.

"Great, I'm starving," he nods, and Minho laughs.

"Go take a shower, I'll warm it up for you," he says.

Chan's face covers with a beautiful smile. "Aw, you're the best, baby," he smiles. "Isn't he the best, Y/N?" he asks, finally acknowledging your existence.

"Chan," Minho says gently, getting up.

"Sure thing," you shrug, focusing on your laptop. "He's your boyfriend, you kinda have to say that."

Chan frowns at you. "Well, he wouldn't be mine if he wasn't," he tells you.

Mine. Something you had longed for him to call you for years. "So you're saying you'd replace him as soon as something better comes along?" you ask, knowing you are being mean now. You don’t dare to look at Minho but notice how he has stopped moving in the kitchen.

"That's not - Min, that's not what I said," Chan protests.

"Don't pull me into this," Minho laughs halfheartedly, slowly stirring his food.

"Yeah, don't, you can talk for yourself. You don't need your perfect boyfriend to do that for you as well, do you?" you ask, and Chan's jaw drops.

Minho bites back a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. He knows what's going on; he knew from the moment he met you. The way you gazed at Chan wasn't how you looked at your best friend. He really likes you, he loves spending time with you…alone. As soon as Chan is there, you act all different, almost seeming jealous. "Chan, love, didn't you want to take a shower?" he asks gently, trying to deescalate the situation subtly.

Chan ignores him. "Why are you being such an ass?" he asks you. "You got enough sleep last night?"

"That was a little hard with you fucking his brains out last night," you give back sourly.

It grows very quiet in the room, and Chan stares at you, stunned. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Minho speaks up, and it's the first time you look at him. He looks embarrassed, uncomfortable even. "I told you the walls aren't that thick," he whispers to Chan.

"I wouldn't care, it's your home, after all. You're just not exactly quiet," you say, mentally slapping yourself for that comment. Minho's eyes widen, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, and the spoon drops from his hand. "But you seemed to have a great time, so I guess that's fine."

Chan takes a look at Minho, who suddenly looks very anxious. And that pisses him off immensely. "Y/N."

"What, Chris?" you ask, switching to English. You know Minho has struggles keeping up with it. "You think I wanted this? You've always talked about us moving in together once I'm done with school."

"Well, I have a boyfriend now, you said you liked him. You said you'd love getting to know him more and move in with us," Chan snaps right back at you, having enough.

"I didn't say I'm okay with watching you make out with him on the sofa. Listening to you having sex next door. Hearing all that disgustingly cute stuff you tell him all day," you give back, and Chan's expression darkens.

"He was here first, idiot. This is his home as much as it is mine, and he was the one telling me you could move in with us," he tells you angrily. "He did nothing but being kind to you, making sure you feel welcomed and have everything you need."

"I seriously don't get it, Chris. You could've had everyone. You're warm and open to everyone. Why would you go for him? I know you think he's perfect, but he doesn't open up to you the way you do. How can you be with someone unable to express their emotions?" you ask, watching him grow pale. You know you're making up shit now, so pissed that Chan and Minho, the only two guys you ever fell in love with, had to fall for each other.

Chan turns to Minho, who is staring at you in pure shock. "She's talking shit, baby," he says worriedly.

Minho swallows hard, tears brimming his eyes, as he puts down the spoon and turns off the stove. "I-I think I'll let you two continue on your own," he says quietly, unable to meet your eyes.

Your heart sinks, realizing he must've understood more than you thought. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," you say timidly.

"Liar," Minho says, grabbing his phone from the sofa. Chan reaches out for him, but he gently shakes him off. "Please don't, this is a conversation I don't want to be part of anymore," he tells him. "Sorry for waking you up, it will probably happen again if you intend to stay here," Minho tells you before leaving without another word.

Chan looks after him, and you two remain silent for a moment. "What the fuck was that?" he asks then.

"I'm sorry," you tell him quietly.

"Something is seriously wrong with you," he says sharply, making you flinch a little. "He's amazing, and if you're too blind to see that, that's your issue. Don't make it mine."

You chew on your lower lip nervously. Yes, Minho is amazing. He is funny, he’s kind, he is incredibly beautiful and caring. That is exactly the issue. "Chan, come on."

"You switched languages to exclude him, how bitchy was that? And you fucking knew he understands, he just struggles with speaking it," he tells you, clearly pissed off. "That's so messed up, I don't even know what to say. I don't want to hear another word from you today, you've crossed a line."

"Fine," you huff and collect your things, quickly going to your room. You throw your things onto your desk and swallow hard. You've been really awful, Minho didn't deserve that. Sighing, you look around the room and groan, seeing all the things Minho had paid for when you came here. One time, Chan was working he had taken you on a shopping spree to make your room more comfortable. On the desk is a picture of the three of you and some of the day you met Minho's cats for the first time. You stare down at his small comments in your book so you won't forget them again when you study on your own. Now you feel like a complete bitch and only want to disappear.

Minho sits at the edge of their bed, staring out of the window. He's nervously picking his skin and chewing his lower lip at the same time. He doesn't turn when Chan steps inside, being able to tell it is him by the way he moves. The mattress dips beneath Chan's weight as he sits down next to him.

"Minho, baby?" he asks softly, and Minho takes his hand, still not looking at him. "You're okay?"

"No," Minho answers quietly. "I know you told me not to believe in those things," he tells him and feels fresh tears brim his eyes. "But why do I keep hearing them as soon as someone wants to hurt me?"

"Minnie," Chan says gently.

"People always go for your weak spots then," he says.

"Your weak spot is how insecure you get when someone talks shit about you, she knows that," he tells him. "It's not that you're cold or unable to open up."

"I thought I was being more open," he says quietly. "Also with her, even though I usually don't when I don't know someone that well. Fuck, Chan, I made her her favorite meal from home because she said she missed it today. Now I feel fucking stupid for doing it," he admits.

"She's being an asshole," he tells him, and Minho laughs weakly, shaking his head.

"She's hurt," he says. "She can't blame you, so she blames me."

"What? What did I do?" he asks confused.

Minho turns to him, a big tear rolling down his cheek. "You fell in love with me, Channie."

Chan stares at him before his eyes widen. "No way."

Minho smiles sadly as Chan cups his face, wiping his tears away. "I know that look. She's heartbroken. I can't blame her for that."

"Even if she is, which is ridiculous, it's not okay to hurt you," he says sourly.

"Love makes us do weird things," he shrugs his shoulders.

"You mean like me tripping down the stairs and landing on your flowers because I got so nervous?" he asks, and Minho laughs.

"Yeah, like that," he smiles gently at that memory.

"Oh, come here, baby," he says softly, pulling him into a tight hug. "No matter what others say, you'll be nothing less than perfect to me."

Minho squeezes him tightly, burying his face in his chest. "She's been your best friend your whole life, I hoped she'd like me." Which wasn't the whole truth. Minho thought about you a lot and started to like you more and more. Sometimes, he even thinks he is starting to fall for you.

Chan doesn't know what to say and kisses his head. "We'll figure this out, okay?" he asks after a moment, and Minho hums gently.

When you finally dare to leave your room again and make your way downstairs, you spot them on the sofa. Minho's sitting on Chan's lap cuddled up in his arms with him. His reddish eyes meet yours as you grab yourself a drink, and you can tell you hurt him. "There's still some left for you," he says suddenly, nodding towards the stove.

"Oh, thank you," you barely get out.

"You need help warming it up?" he asks, knowing you are struggling with the stove still.

You nod timidly, and Chan stares at you as if he wants to tell you that this is Minho's way of showing how much he cares about someone. Not words but actions.

Minho gets up and steps next to you, testing the temperature first. The only sound that can be heard is the TV playing in the background for a moment.

"Min, I'm sorry, I don't know what has gotten into me today," you tell him quietly enough only for him to hear.

Minho sighs softly and glances at you for a moment. "You know exactly what was going on."

"What?" you ask nervously.

"I'm not blind, Y/N. I know you've been in his life much longer than I have, and you've probably cared for him the way I do for a longer time as well," he says gently and grabs a plate for you. "I can't change the fact he told me he loves me… what should I have done? Neglect my own feelings? Hurting him and myself instead by pretending I wasn't in love with him the moment I met him?" he asks and fills your plate for you. "We can't decide who we fall in love with, but we also can't decide who falls in love with us," he tells you, and you'd like to be mad at him, but you can tell he means well. "Don't ruin what you have by being jealous of me," he says with a passionate smile, handing you your plate. "Now stop sulking and sit down, our show's about to start."

You stand still with your plate for a moment until he gently grabs your shoulders and pushes you forward. Chan watches the two of you quietly as his boyfriend makes sure his best friend feels comfortable. He can't believe how kind Minho's heart is sometimes as he also hands you a blanket. Minho climbs back into his lap, intertwining their hands, and relaxes into him. You quietly eat your dinner, paying attention to the screen and trying to ignore the fact that Chan hasn't said a word since you came. "It really tastes just like home," you tell him timidly.

"That's good to hear, kitten," Minho smiles at you shortly, and you feel even more guilty.

There was no way you could hate him. Minho was a literal angel, and you got why Chan fell that hard for him. Minho's naturally beautiful, he's funny, and he's the most caring person you know. The more time you spent together, the more you thought he even outdid your ever-caring Chan with that. You don't know why you chose to say exactly what he had told you his haters say about him. Because you knew he wasn't any of that.

Once the episode ends, Minho gets up and gently ruffles Chan's hair. "Don't stay up too long, you have a busy day tomorrow."

"I'll try," Chan nods and smiles as Minho leans down, cups his face, and kisses him sweetly.

Minho grabs your plate as he passes you by, gently patting your shoulder. "You stay calm tomorrow during your exam, you'll do great."

"Thank you," you say quietly. When you look over at Chan, he's giving you a look that screams "bitch are you serious?". You wait until Minho's upstairs and turn a little. "Can we talk about this?"

"I'm not the one you should talk about that to," he shook his head.

"I hurt you too," you try gently.

"I don't know what was going on, and I don't think I want to," he tells you firmly. "You have to get one thing, Y/N. He's my boyfriend, he means everything to me, and he makes me so damn happy, which you wanted after that shitty training period. I know this might make you feel left out at times, and I'm sorry about that, I really am, but I won't start hiding in my own house."

"I get that," you nod gently.

"I love you, but if you ever talk shit about him like that, you'll get into serious trouble with me," Chan tells you. "Don't think I wouldn't tell him the same if it had been the other way around."

"Okay," you whisper timidly.

Chan searches your eyes for a moment. "Min cares about you so much more than you could even imagine," he tells you. "I wish you could see that." Something that Minho had told him in the beginning was that he was open to the idea of having more than one partner. Chan knew you were Minho's type, and how he cared for you showed him he was probably right about his suspicion of Min developing a crush on you. He couldn’t blame him for that because you were beautiful inside out.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“You’ve been hopelessly romantic for as long as I can remember, but you’re so blind when it’s right in front of your eyes,” he sighs softly and gets up. “I’m gonna get some sleep now, I suggest you fix this with him tomorrow. I’ll kick your ass if you didn’t when I’m back home.”

“Relax,” you sigh softly. “I already tried to apologize.”

“You tried?” he asks, amused.

“Yeah, he… never mind,” you tell him, ignoring his confused expression.

Minho gently blows a strand of hair from his eyes, leaning against his car. He adjusts his sunglasses as someone looks at him suspiciously. He knows the look; people wondering if it’s actually him and debating if they should walk up to him or not. Shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he crosses his legs casually and sighs softly, squinting his eyes as he looks up the facade of the university building.

“What’s so interesting up there?” you ask, turning and looking up as well.

Minho chuckles softly. “Doesn’t it look like rain later?” he asks, looking back at you as you turn, your hair falling down your shoulders as you do. He smiles a little to himself as he takes in the sight of you and eases your bag from your hands. “How was the exam, kitten?” he asks curiously.

You search his eyes, wondering if he was fucking with you. But there’s no anger, no disgust, and not even the hurt that had filled his beautiful brown orbs only yesterday. He seems…genuinely happy to see you. “I think I did alright.”

“Great,” he nods, satisfied.

“What-what are you- I didn’t expect to see you here today,” you finally get out, squinting your eyes at him.

“Why?” he asks calmly.

“I-uhm-I mean-,” you stammer and swallow as he reaches up, brushing back your hair for you.

“This is me being open,” he tells you kindly. “I know I’m not great with words, but Channie always says my actions speak for me, and I started to like that thought. So no, even though you’ve been a complete dick yesterday, I won’t let you take the bus and risk getting soaked.”

“I…I hope you know I didn’t mean what I said yesterday,” you tell him.

“Why did you say it then?” he asks, making you nervous. He searches your eyes for a moment before nodding to himself. “You did want to hurt me. Maybe even get me so far that I'd pick a fight with Chan, saying what a shitty best friend he has, which would lead to him being pissed at me.”

You watch him put your bag in the back of his car and open the door for you. “Minho,” you try gently.

“Get in,” he says firmly, and you comply immediately. He gets in himself, buckles up, and starts the car. "I may seem like it sometimes but believe me, I'm not that easily truly pissed off. So, that backfired," he says, driving onto the road. "What did you expect to happen? That we'd break up, and you'd be there comforting him, and he'd end up falling for you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows at you, almost amused.

"Come on, I wouldn't think of something like that," you snort.

He shrugs his shoulders and focuses back on the road. "I don't know what the fuck you thought. Do you know what two days ago meant for me and Chan?"

"No," you shook your head.

"Two days ago, the night we, unfortunately, kept you up, it's been one and a half years ago that he asked me to be his boyfriend," Minho tells you, and your face falls as you start calculating in your head. "When I got to know you about a year ago, I asked him not to tell you yet because I wanted to get to know you on a neutral basis. In your eyes, I was his roommate, and I think we clicked rather quickly."

You stare at him, tears brimming your eyes. Chan told you seven months into the relationship that Minho was his boyfriend. Seven months. "You're lying. He wouldn't keep that a secret for so long."

Minho glances at you, and compassion laces his features. "He was scared you'd judge him for it at first. Then, after five months, we decided to move in together, and we weren't sure if it would work out once it was only the two of us. Around that time, you visited, and after I told him, he should tell you the next time you visit."

"Five months is a little rushed, don't you think?" you ask, wondering why that was the one thing that came to your mind.

"Let me put it this way, your best friend is incredibly horny, and it got exhausting hiding from our friends all the time," Minho tells you and rolls his eyes to himself. "But yes, it was a little rushed."

You nod slowly before staring at the road ahead stubbornly. "Does he know you're telling me this now? The relationship stuff?"

"No," Minho shakes his head. "We trust each other, he'll be fine with it."

"That's not your decision to make," you frown.

"It's my relationship as much as it is his. You're acting weird towards me, not him, so I can tell you whatever I want, my dear," he says patiently. "You're in love with him?" he asks as he stops at a red light and looks at you.

You swallow hard and close your eyes in defeat. "I've been in love with him for years," you whisper.

"And you never told him?" he asks gently.

"No," you shake your head. "I was too afraid he'd push me away, and I'd ruin our friendship."

"God, you're just like him," Minho groans softly. "When I met him, he couldn't stop talking about that girl he knew back in Australia and how much she meant to him. It was obvious he had a crush on her."

"What?" you ask quietly.

"We got closer, and I fell for him more with every passing day. I tried to tell myself to stop it because I didn't think I'd stand a chance against you," Minho tells you, parking the car in front of the house. He turns the keys and leans back in his seat. "It felt awful having him right there but knowing he wasn't mine and he'd never be. I was starting to give up, but then, one night, he showed up and told me that he developed feelings for a guy to test my reaction. Y/N, when he kissed me, I felt whole again for the first time in ages," he says, and you can tell he's getting emotional. "I love him so much, and I can't imagine a life without him by my side anymore. He's everything I have, and I -," he cuts himself off as he feels tears brimming his eyes. "I know how you feel, okay? I don't want to feel threatened by you. I really don't because then I'll start getting nasty too," he says very quietly. “I’ll fuck you up if you try and destroy what we have, I mean it.”

You swallow hard, trying to process what he has just revealed. Chan had a crush on you when he came to Korea? "Minho, I had no idea," you say gently, placing your hand on his thigh.

"I try not to think of it that way, but I wasn't his first choice, you know. It was you, and when I met you, I knew why," he tells you, blinking back tears. "Stop feeling jealous about that. I should be the one scared to lose Chan in case he decides you're better for him after all. I wouldn't even blame him because you're right. I have trouble opening up because I've been hurt before, but I'm learning because I trust him."

"Hey," you say gently. "Don't you ever believe you're something less than Chan's first choice. He loved you enough to be brave and offer his heart. You should've seen how protective he got yesterday."

Minho presses his lips together tightly before looking at you again. Your breath stops as tears threaten to spill from his eyes, his hands trembling. "You didn't see the hope in his eyes when I told him you're in love with him."

You hesitantly take his hand, and he lets you. "Minnie, I mean it. I've been an asshole and have no right to destroy what you two have. You're perfect for him, and maybe that's what pissed me off so much; I can't find any flaws," you tell him.

"There are a lot," he shakes his head.

"I highly doubt that," you say, and he laughs weakly. "I mean, look at you. You're funny, you're smart, you're so caring and kind. You're an incredible dancer and singer. You have very pretty eyes and-."

"You think I have pretty eyes?" he asks, blushing softly.

"And very kissable-looking lips," you nod. "No wonder he keeps on harassing you with kisses no matter what you do," you say, pulling a genuine laugh from him.

Minho hastily wipes away a single tear falling down his cheek and exhales shakily. "I'm sorry he wasn't brave enough to tell you."

"Don't be," you shake your head.

"You deserve to be loved just as much as he does," he tells you, squeezing your hand tightly. "I'm…I'm okay with sharing, Chan," he says, searching your eyes observantly. "But not with losing him."

You need a moment to get what he means. "You mean you'd be okay if I had a relationship with Chan at the same time as you do?"

Minho nods very slowly. "I have no idea if that's what he wants…but I'll tell him that I won't be in the way if that's something he wants."

"What if that’s not all I want?" you ask, and insecurity flickers in his eyes, which makes you wonder if that's what Chan had meant yesterday. Did Minho care about you that way?

"You mean…," he trails off, sinking into your curious eyes. Did you mean it the way he thinks you did?

"I do think you have very pretty eyes..and kissable lips. I've been thinking about that since the day we met," you admit, and his lips part in surprise. Minho leans in at the same time as you do, and you search each other's eyes for another moment before your lips meet. Fuck, Chan was right, he's an incredible kisser. Minho's hand shoots up, resting on your cheek and pulling you in closer.

Suddenly, he pulls back and stares at you with wide eyes. "Fuck, I shouldn't have - oh god, I'm sorry," he stammers. "I should've talked to him first."

"Minho, calm down," you tell him, but he's already pulling the keys and getting out. "Fuck," you whisper to yourself.

When Chan comes home, Minho's sitting at the kitchen island, bracing his head on his hand. He looks deep in thought, anxious even. "Baby?" he asks worriedly, and Minho's eyes flicker up at him. "What's wrong?"

"I fucked up," he whispers.

"What?" he asks confused, and puts down his bag before sitting down opposite him.

"I love you, you know that, right?" Minho asks timidly.

"Of course I do," he assures him and offers his hand. Minho takes it, and Chan frowns, noticing he is shaking.

"I - uhm- remember when I told you that I'm open about having more than one partner?" he asks, and Chan nods gently. "And I also promised to tell you if that's ever the case before anything happens, right?"

Chan nods and straightens up a little. "Did something happen?" he asks gently.

"I picked her up, and we talked about yesterday. I told her that I always thought I'd never have a chance because of your crush on her and how things developed then," Minho starts, and Chan watches him intently. "She seemed to get it and got really sweet. I told her that if you'd have no issue, I'm willing to share you and-," he looks up, almost a little panicked, as you walk down the stairs.

Chan slowly turns his head, and meeting your eyes, he knows. He looks back at Minho, who looks incredibly guilty and swallows hard. "I kissed him," you say, bracing yourself for an outburst of Chan.

"You kissed my boyfriend?" Chan asks, very slowly looking back at you.

"Yes," you say quietly. "I know what you see in him, Chan, I'd be blind if I didn't."

"I told you to talk to him," he says before laughing. "I didn't think you'd take this a whole step further," he grins.

"You're not mad?" Minho asks and tilts his head at him.

"We've talked about this, baby. I could tell you like her more than a friend, and she's so desperate for love she doesn't pick up on a damn signal," he rolls his eyes at you. "I knew one day I'd come home, and you'd tell me you met someone. It's even better knowing it's my best friend."

Minho's face softens, and he visibly relaxes. "And you're okay with that?"

Chan smiles at him fondly. "I am very okay with that."

“Great…because there’s more,” Minho nods gently, and Chan frowns at him.

“More?” he asks puzzled.

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Marooned: Chapter 20

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Violence, murder

Fire-Roasted Revenge

You spent the next several days staking out the base, making a note of where and when guards were posted. You had a plan. The base was bigger than you anticipated. It would have been better to wait until Giemsa left on a ship. Though, you had never been patient and you had waited long enough for this moment. You waited until dark to execute your plan, and hopefully Giemsa.

You had picked off a few guards ands stolen the uniform of one of them, putting it on over your clothes, though keeping your coat on, of course. You put a torch in Mini's mouth and had her light up the perimeter, effectively trapping anyone inside, including yourself, but you would figure that out later. Then, you busted through the doors on boarback, whoever you didn't snipe in front of you was trampled by hooves. You were on a beeline to the captain's office, which was unfortunately in the center of the facility. As you went further, the marines started clearing out, either helping put out the fire or running from it. In the chaos, you were mostly ignored unless you were right in front of someone.

You dismounted as you got close to your destination, changing strategy to be a little more inconspicuous. You had Mini wait down a hallway next to a window. It was your escape plan. It wasn't the smartest idea or the best one, but it would do. Before you left her, you thought for a second, grabbing a sword you had picked up and putting the handle in her mouth. Her tusks were sharp and dangerous on their own, but a sword probably wouldn't hurt. Plus, the pig seemed pleased to be wielding it. "Wait here. If I'm not back in 15 minutes, leave without me and meet me on the docks. And if I'm not there... it's been a pleasure working with you, Lieutenant." You pressed a kiss to her forehead and took off running.

Your path was blocked by a few straggling marines, obviously scared out of their minds, but trying to carry out their duty until the end. Light smoke started to fill the hall. You could hear cries and screaming in the background, nearly drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears. You forgot how good the feeling of adrenaline was, and how good it would feel to be one step closer to your goal. "You can run and have a slow death or I can show you mercy. Choose." You leveled your gunblade at them. They fled. So much for duty. Melting wasn't a very pleasant feeling, you would know.

The double doors in front of you were locked, not an obstacle for your devil fruit. You pushed them open and saw a man sitting behind a desk. "Giemsa," you said in a phony greeting. You see confusion on his face until you threw your uniform hat to the side. Then the man looked like he wanted to evaporate into thin air. The blood drained from his face. "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost." You laughed. "Maybe I am a ghost." You shot at him.

He had just enough sense left in his head to dodge. There was a metallic clang as his sword was blocked with your blade. He was faster now than he was then. You managed to back him up with your blade work, pulling the trigger only for him to roll away, leaving a bullet hole in the wall. The man coughed as darker, thicker smoke filled the room. You didn't even feel the stinging in your eye as you cornered him.

"H-how are you alive?"

"I told you. I'm a ghost." You brought your blade down hard, hands shaking as you grunted against the force of his own blade blocking you. Again, you heard screaming. This time you really heard it, though. The voices stirred something in you. In your brief distraction, Giemsa pushed you back, unbalancing you. Your mind was racing. Why did that get my attention? A bad feeling settled in the pit of your stomach. You gritted your teeth and kicked him away from you, landing a shot as you did so. He fell to a knee with his side gushing blood.

The room started getting hotter and the screaming got louder. The smoke was starting to interfere with your vision. It hit you like a sea train. The screaming sounded eerily similar to... No. You looked from the direction of the screams to Giemsa on the floor. This was your chance to end him. "Fuck! Tell all your bastard friends that I'm coming for them." You ran in the direction of the screaming, dodging pieces of the ceiling that started to fall. You would be a hypocrite if you let something bad happen to your crewmates when the entire nidus for this revenge was because your former crew let something bad happen to you.

There wasn't a lot of time left. If you got out of this, you would have a massive target on your back now that they knew you were alive. Best case scenario is Giemsa burns alive here. There wasn't time to worry about that now. You were getting closer. These looked like interrogation rooms. You kicked the door down. Without wasting time you were removing shackles from wrists and ankles. "What the fuck are you doing here?! Who else is here?!" You had worry in your eyes as you looked into Quincy's.

"Em-Emma and Dive."

You grabbed her arm and hauled her over to the other doors. "Start checking all of them." You didn't want it to be true, that the screaming you heard was Quincy's. You could hear her voice crack screaming for her captain, but you still didn't want to believe. The amount of guilt you would have on your head if any of them died because of you... You kicked down doors until you came across Dive, releasing her in the same fashion as Quincy. You grabbed her and looked around to see Quincy pulling Emma out of a room, but she looked awfully limp. You ran to her and held Emma up from the side opposite Quincy. You pointed in the direction Mini was in. You hoped that boar still had a stubborn streak.

"You goddamn pig! I told you to get lost!" You slapped her on the back as the four of you made it to the window. "But I'm glad to see you," you said, already helping Quincy and Dive onto her back so they could pull Emma up. "When you get out, you have to get as much fresh air into her as possible. Do you understand?" They both nodded.

"You're saying that like-"

"There's not enough room. I'll be fine." You really hated lying to your friends. You shot out the window and knocked the sharp edges from the frame. "GO!" You shoved Minerva towards the opening.

You turned around to see fire blocking your path in every direction. The oxygen pouring in from the broken window fueled it to burn faster, hotter. Window it is. You climbed out the window, straddling the edge to see a clear exit path. There was another window that didn't have the orange glow of flames on the inside. Using your devil fruit, you made handholds in the brick of the outer wall. You looked down to see a brownish-red blob darting around the courtyard and breaking through a wall to get out. And they say I'm hard-headed. You climbed down towards the other window, but the brick under your hands was hot. Almost there. The skin on your hands started to burn as you swung yourself into the glass, landing in the broken shards. You got up, ignoring the pieces that were embedded in your flesh.

Stumbling into the next hall, you were able to see through the smoke to a stairwell. Seeing that as your best route, you dropped to avoid the smoke that was building up, doing an army-crawl until you got to the stairs. The smoke was still thick, however crawling was not an option. Taking in a deep breath, you got up and ran down the stairs as fast as you could. Nearing the exit, you had to take in a breath. The heat and fumes scalded your throat. At this point you didn't feel very much. You knew you could heal it later. You had to get somewhere safe first. There was a great rumbling somewhere behind you. The ground started to shake harder as the rumbling got close. The building was coming down. You couldn't see well anymore. You ran in the direction of the exit, stumbling a few times as the smoke started to overtake you. At some point you looked down and you were on grass. You turned behind you to see a billowing cloud of rubble and flame. The second you found somewhere slightly hidden, you allowed your body to give out. Thank god. That would have been the lamest death ever.

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Kid's head looked like it was about to explode when Pomp and Reck had told him earlier that day that some of the girls had gotten captured by marines. They hadn't even seen it happen. They only overheard some marines talking about it. Killer, Heat, Wire, and a few others were quick to volunteer to aid in Kid's cause to "kill all those marine bastards".

"Looks like someone got here first." Killer observed. Smoke and flame licked at the sky through broken windows.

A few marines were scattering like ants from the inferno. Kid dragged one over clutched in his metal grasp. "WHAT'S GOIN ON? WHERE ARE PRISONERS KEPT?"

The marine was too scared to form a coherent sentence.

"USELESS!" There was a squelching crunch before Kid tossed him to the ground. The flames were reflected in his eyes. "LET ME FIND OUT THAT BITCH SET THIS FIRE. IF A SINGLE HAIR IS BURNT ON ANY OF MY CREWS' HEADS I WILL RIP HER LIMB FROM LIMB!" Kid was about to barge into the burning mess when Killer held him back.

"I don't think that's wise, Captain."

"SO YER FINE WITH THEM BURNING ALIVE?" Kid looked like he wanted to deck Killer.

"It's too dangerous! You know that!" The first mate was torn. Of course he loved his crew, but Kid was his best friend, the man who was going to be King of the Pirates.

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN! WHAT KIND OF CAPTAIN WOULD I BE IF I DIDN'T TRY?"

Killer released him. He understood. He didn't like it, but he understood. "Okay. I'm right behind ya then." No way would he let his captain go alone. Killer saw something in the distance and grabbed Kid again. "Wait! Look!"

Kid looked in the direction Killer indicated. He saw the rotund shape of a boar. "I KNEW IT! WHEN I GET MY HANDS-"

"No! On top!" Killer gently smacked Kid on the head.

The closer Mini got, they could make out their missing crewmates. Emma was conscious now, but drowsy. They were all covered in soot, had some minor scrapes, but there were no singed hairs on any of their heads.

Killer helped them get down. He couldn't help but notice the obvious absence of the person he expected to see. "What happened?" He looked them over for any major injuries. Turning to the other pirates, he ordered them to take them all back to the ship and do their best first aid until he got back.

Quincy was on the verge of tears, "It was Y/N. She saved us but...b-but..."

Dive finished for her, "But she's still in..." Her voice faded off as the building in front of them started to collapse. From one end to the other, it folded in on itself, spewing hot ash and smoke in all directions.

They stared in silence. The only sound being the crackling of fire and the settling of twisted metal and crumbled stone.

"Well," Kid started. "That's that then. Rest in pieces, Sea Snake." He turned in the direction of the Victoria Punk, but stopped. He could feel the eyes of Quincy, Emma, and Dive burning into his skull. "WHAT?! I'm only kidding."

Even Killer gave him a disparaging look.

Kid threw his hands up. "FUCK OFF, ALL OF YA! I can tell her stupid fucking gun's somewhere over yonder. Relax!" He flung his hand in the direction of the forested area next to the pile of rubble. Growling and muttering to himself, he grabbed Minerva by the tusk and tugged her in that direction. "Help me find her, pig!" As much as he didn't want to, he owed you. You had saved four of his crew now. Granted, the fire was your fault to begin with, and he wouldn't let you forget it either.

The redhead thrashed through the forest, with Killer behind him, yelling about how stupid your gun looked and that you were lucky you didn't have a real weapon, since that would be indistinguishable from anyone else's. Kid stopped at the place he felt the presence of your gun and looked around. "I don't see anything. Time to go. We tried."

Minerva snorted, nudging at what Kid thought was a soot-covered log. A log that coughed. Kid threw his head back and groaned. "Damn it all to hell. Fucking found her." Killer made a displeased sound. "I mean, phew. Good thing we found the twat," Kid amended. He knelt down and brushed some soot off your face just to make sure.

You were too exhausted to move. You felt someone jostling you a little, no, carrying you, and groaned. Peeling an eye open, you saw a very blurry image of mostly red. Your voice was raspy and grating, yet still carried a tone of disappointment, "Ugh. You."

Kid hushed you, putting his hand over your mouth. "I'm not happy either but my girls would be very upset if I left ya." Kid yanked his hand back quickly and about dropped you right there. "DON'T FUCKEN BITE ME! Ya shouldn't be talkin!"

The great Captain Kid cares about your health? What next? Pigs flying? You frowned and tried to point. "Want Killer," it really did hurt to talk, you were realizing.

"TOO DAMN BAD! YA GOT ME!" Kid grit his teeth.

You could hear Killer laugh at Kid's discomfort. Have you ever heard him laugh out loud before? No. He only looked like he was laughing, never made a sound. You hummed, amused. "Your laugh," Killer tensed at your words. "It's nice."

Kid and Killer shared a glance. Unbeknownst to you, Killer was entirely pink under his mask.

You let your eye close and decided to save your voice, no energy left to wonder if you were safe with them or not. You thought so, though. The soft, rhythmic tamping of Mini's hooves against the dirt and grass lulled you to sleep.

#eustass kid #massacre soldier killer #one piece #kid x reader x killer #killer x reader #eustass kid x reader #marooned #I just love the ending to this chapter so much #🥰 blushing and kicking my feet #I hope you guys love it as much as I do

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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First Night

Pairing: Husband! Beomgyu x afab! Reader

Genre: Soft smut

Content Warnings: Smut; inexperienced! characters (both reader and Beomgyu); marriage au

Word Count: 1k words

Mellow speaks: This was an adorable request and I just wrote a cute little something for it lol. I hope you like it!

Tagging: @sweethyuka @yedamology @enhacolor @axartia @hyunsuksmygod @duolingofanaccount @zurimochi

"I can finally have you all to myself," your husband hums against your neck, the fabric of your wedding gown lying crumpled around your hips, the sweetheart neckline having plunged low enough to put a little too much on display. But it's not like you have to shy away from showing yourself to him tonight, not after you've waited so long for this day.

"You don't know how long I've been dreaming of making love to you like this," he whispers, kissing down your neck before moving his attention back to your jaw, leaving feather-breaths along your skin and making you let out soft sighs in pleasure. His fingers intertwine with yours as they lie on the mattress, his larger hand completely engulfing your own, just like it's supposed to. His tie lies loosened around his neck, the top buttons of his dress shirt popped open to reveal his chest.

Beomgyu and yours had been a wedding made of dreams, just like the time you had spent leading up to your marriage. Having met purely by chance at a friend's birthday three years ago, you had been together ever since. You had had your fair share of romances prior to him, but he somehow felt different from anyone you had ever come across. You knew he was one for keeps, and as if in a fairytale, he felt the same for you.

It had been a mutual decision to wait till you had tied the knot, and somehow your views on making love after marriage had aligned perfectly. It was only a matter of time after all, there were other ways to prove your love for each other until you got there. And so, you had waited, making do with roaming hands and lingering kisses, all the run-up to a promised night of bliss.

The promised night of your wedding, the night you were finally spending together tonight.

He's gentle with his intentions and slow with his motions, soft smiles and fleeting kisses stolen and shared between every piece of fabric that falls to the floor. First it had been your heels, a kind of reverse-Cinderalla moment when he took them off your feet, giving you room to breathe at last. Then he had moved to the beautiful corsage on your wrist, undoing it just as deftly as he had tied it up at the altar, a pretty reminder of your love now lying on the nightstand.

Your gloves had followed suit soon after, leaving your finger bare so he could feel them in his hair, curled up in his locks. It was then that you had suggested he took his jacket off and loosened his shirt a little, bringing you to now. He's kissing you as if his life depends on it, and you're kissing back as if he's your oxygen. You've never been kissed like this, but in your head, it's do sweet it's second only to the one you shared with him after saying "I do."

"I need you," you whine into his mouth, fingers fumbling and slipping as you try to get ride of his shirt, the buttons too slow in coming undone. Or maybe your need is becoming too unbearable to wait, as you push the shirt off his body at last, admiring his shirtless torso, something you had only seen in fleeting moments and mistaken entries into rooms, in a whole new light.

You've always known he's handsome beyond belief, but as he hovers over you, his hands expertly doing away with the straps of your gown as they slip down your shoulders, leaving your collarbone exposed, you're left in awe of just how ethereal he is. But it seems like you're not the only one doing the admiring, because pulling you out of your trance is a voice, his voice, telling you how gorgeous you look. "It's like you're shining right now," he whispers, pulling the dress away from your form little by little, your breasts peeking out as the restraints are lifted. You feel shy of being so open in front of him for the first time, but when you catch the look of pure adoration on his face, you know he's going to take good care of you.

"C-can I?," he asks, his voice soft as you find yourself giving him your consent. His lips on your nipples is the most exquisite feeling in the world, and as he lays you down on the bed, all you can do is let out soft moans and whimpers while his hands roam your body. It's a blue that goes by all too quickly, but at the same time, you know you're going to remember every moment all your life. The flurry of kisses and suggestive touches soon goes all the way, until his tip is prodding at your folds, urging you to just give in.

And you do, letting out a broken whimper, begging him to claim you in every sense of the word now that you're tied to him. "I love you," you whisper gently as he leans down to press his lips to yours, taking in every single one of your moans and sighs. He enters you slowly, soft and gentle with his moves as he fills you up, showing you the sweetest of pleasures as your walls clench around him, his cock moving in and out of you.

You're in married bliss, the sweetness of him being so close to you leaving you intoxicated as you lift your hips, helping him grinding against you as he continues to thrust, rolling his own hips to set up a rhythm. When you reach your climax, it's like white light spreads around your eyes, leaving you entranced as your juices coat him. He follows not soon after, releasing into his condom as his heaving chest collapses on top of yours.

He smiles down at you, and as you look up into his eyes, full of the purest kind of love that he harbors only for you, you know you love him just as much if not more. And beyond that love, you can discern the mischeviousness Beomgyu is known for, and can tell you're going to be here for a while longer.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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Hello hello! I just found your blog through your Ichigo post and it was absolutely 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 straight deliciousness

May I request some SFW and NSFW boyfriend and girlfriend headcanons with Ichigo?

Ofc you may <3

No joke I love ichigo sm he doesn't get nearly as much love as he should

If you want a male version, drop me a pm and I'll be happy to oblige :) or if you wanna remain anonymous, drop an ask and let me know exactly which post you're talking about :)

Warning: Some NSFW content, mentions of blood...

Masterlist <3

Ichigo Boyfriend Scenarios, Fem!Reader (SFW and NSFW)

-Part 1

He meets your pets

The first time he had actually met one of your cats was before he even met you.

He had been walking down an alleyway to get home, unknowingly passing by your own house as he carried his schoolbag over his shoulder. In the silence of the isolated alley, he suddenly heard a 'mraow' coming from a nearby torbie cat, which was staring up at him from in front of the gate to your house, as if it was expecting something.

He was a little creeped out and to be honest, he was expecting it to start talking at him much like Yoroichi would. He looked around shiftily, a little unnerved as the harmless little creature stared dead into his soul.

The carrot-top was seconds away from just turning around and walking away until the cat mewled at him again, strolling closer to plop down on his feet and start purring and rolling around, making the boy sweatdrop.

"What do you want from me? I don't have food-..."

He just couldn't keep himself from crouching down the give the soft fur a few pets, watching with a ghost of a smile on his face as the cat headbutted his hand and blinked slowly at him.

So when the two of you had first gotten together and you had invited him over to hang out one day, he was surprised to see that you lived so close by. You had mentioned living only a few minutes away, but he didn't think you'd live on the same street. He had never seen you walking to school or anything, but as it turns out, that was because you liked using the main roads and going through the other entrance because that street is more lit up and less creepy.

Then it made sense. He was about to comment but he stopped short when he had seen the infamous cat sitting on your couch, looking awefully pleased with itself. Over time he had come to think that this cat was a stray, and had stopped to pet her almost every day - he had fed her treats, even given her a nickname.

"Hey, I know you-..."

You were surprised to see your boyfriend walk up to your absolute creature of a cat and start petting her, since she's usually a little hostile to strangers, and can be a bit of a bitch at times. She's well known by neighbours as this dubious little little gremlin, and has earned a bit of a reputation for being a menace - a threat, if you will.

And yet, she just sits there, purring and headbutting your man like an angel as if she hadn't literally gifted you your neighbours live gerbil as a present this morning. You had spent almost two hours strying to catch the damn thing and were halfway contemplating setting fire to the house and moving away while she watched. You absolutely adore her though, and she had been sitting on your lap all day until you had to leave to pick Ichigo up.

He just stroked her while she let him, and you simply stood there in shock, joining him hesitantly as you stare at your cat, Toaster, like she's grown a second head.

"So... she hasn't... bitten you? Maybe stolen your credit card info? gifted you a beetle?"

Okay. Now Ichigo stares at you like you've grown a second head. Jeez, you were only joking... sort of. She is a bit of a biter.

"I even named her and everything, I thought she was a stray. I named her Beef."

"That's... an interesting name, not like I can really talk though, since I named her Toaster..."

The two of you spoke like this, talking about your cat and you share horror stories like this morning with him, making him almost choke on his laugh while you both sit snuggled together on the couch, watching a movie with Toaster-Beef stretched across both of your laps.

He walks in on you changing

You had just gotten out of the shower, wrapped in a small towel as rivulets of now cold water trickle down your skin. Your pyjamas lay on your bed as you drop the towel that hid your body, reaching for the oversized shirt which you definitely stole from ichigo.

You just barely manage to pull it over tits before you hear the click of the door opening, and in comes your boyfriend - your boyfriend, that has a key to your house, which you hadn't even thought about since you'd given it to him. In his hands he holds your chemistry textbook, and you hadn't even realised that you'd left it at his house on accident. You can't really focus on that right now, though, as he pauses and stares straight at your ass and your hips, entranced by the sight in front of him.

You let out an indignified squeal as your brain finally starts rebooting, pulling down your shirt to hide yourself while that dumbass just looks at you and smiles, admiring how pretty you are.

"Get out, dumbass!-"

The two of you are close enough to be comfortable seeing eachother naked by now, but this was so sudden and you hadn't the chance to mentally steel yourself beforehand, so you end up blushing like a wobbly mess and swatting at him to get him to leave, a little miffed at the interruption.

His cheeks are dusted pink as you pout at him, and all he can think of is how cute you are, and how much he fucking adores you.

"You're so cute..."

You flush. With that dumb, stupid look on his stupid face, how could you kick him out? You practically melt and release a defeated sigh, pretending to still be annoyed, but he's just so adorable you wanna see what other cute faces this man can make, and you wonder just how red that blush can get.

It's dark outside, so the curtains are drawn and the lights are low, since you replaced your normal bulb with fairy lights that you had impulsively put everywhere, and around the room hang little Polaroid photos of you and Ichigo and some of your family, a few depicting days out with your friends. The air is warm and you shut your door as you stand in front of your man, blinking up at him and smirking when his eyebrows furrow. Good... He's starting to get bashful. What a cutie.

The lighting in the room reflects on his skin as well as your own, and he looks like a piece of art, backed against the wall and blushing like this. It surely doesn't help that you're not wearing any underwear.

Your body slowly leans against him, your legs slotted together and your thigh resting snug against his clothed dick. Ichigo looks feverous with excitement, and you rest your cheek against his, leaning on your tip toes so you're able to reach.

"Like what you see?..."

It's literally not possible to not tease him, and he shudders a little as you grind your leg against him just barely, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist and lower back to pull you closer, leaning down to kiss you on the lips like he's starved of touch. He only pulls away when you moan quietly into his mouth, smirking at you and pressing a light nip to your neck before talking back.

"What do you think?"

It's not long before he grinds his thigh up against the heat of your pussy, immitating the way that you've been teasing him and he pushes you harder against his thigh by your hips, eliciting a pleased purr from you.

You get a new piercing

It's hot in Karakura town, so when Orihime suggests a pool party, everyone immediately agrees with enthusiasm.

Everyone's chattering excitedly on the way to the public, outdoors pool, but you're a little bummed that you can't go in. That didn't stop you from bringing your new swimsuit though, since you're planning on taking the opportunity to tan. Orihime already knows that you can't get tempted to swim or else you risk your still-healing belly piercing getting infected. It's only been about four months.

Ichigo, on the other hand, does not know this information. He walks along beside you, having a conversation with Chad that you weren't really listening to. Suddenly, you realise that you haven't actually told him about your latest body mod, and you hum quietly, thinking to yourself that he's in for a surprise once you change out of your clothes and strip down to your swimsuit.

You had bought a cute bikini just for this occasion, and you're absolutely obsessed with it, as well as Orihime and Rukia, and of course, Chizuru. The top half of the bikini has little heart shaped links that connect the bra to the straps, and the piece is a cute light green to match the bottom, which has the same little heart link at the hips.

Once you all arrive at the pool, everyone splits into boys and girls to change, and you part with Ichigo with a quick peck to his cheek.

Okay, maybe you had just done that to make him look cool in front of his friends. Maybe to embarrass him just a little too...

Mizuiro and Keigo give him a pat on the back as he blushes and grumbles, and you laugh with Rukia because she saw right through your evil scheme.

In the girls changing room you get literally bombarded with complements and hugs, everyone studying the shiny, dangling jewellery and your piercing, that's in its final stages of healing. Already you're feeling bashful and your self esteem is higher than before, so when you walk out to meet the guys you're met with Keigo's heart eyes, specifically.

Immediately he is smacked straight in the nose as Ichigo stares at you, not even bothering to look at him or shake out his fist as his eyes lock onto your belly and stay there. He looks amazed and confused all at the same time, taking in the change and wondering how long it's been there. How long has it been since he's last seen you naked? Damn...

You can almost tell what he's thinking and you snicker a little, your abdomen fluttering while you smile up at him, hoping that this is a positive reaction.

You don't have to hope for very long. Immediately he's ushering you away to a qieter part of the pool to inspect it while everyone else is distracted, almost leaning in to touch it before you swat his hands away.

"No touching, babe... It still hurts."

"Oh- sorry... How long has it been there? Why didn't you tell me? Did you think I wouldn't like it...?"

He's giving you puppy eyes at this point, and you coo at him and grab his face, holding it in your hands and smushing his cheeks together as you go on a little rant in your head about how cute and baby and squishy and adorable he is, communicating all of these thoughts into a little kiss.

His reaction is priceless. His nose scrunches up and he wriggles out of your reach, embarrassed at the PDA and slinking into the pool a couple of feet away. He's still facing you, but he's got his arms crossed on the side of the pool, resting his chin on his forearm.

Just to get a little closer to him, you scooch forward and kick a leg over him so that his face is close to your belly and the little dangling playboy bunny that catches the light, your legs spread at either side of his elbows.

"Nah. I mean... I was a little anxious I guess, but I mainly just wanted to surprise you with it."

He still couldn't take his eyes off of the cute little playboy bunny, completely entranced by it.

He sees you crying

Everything that could've gone wrong today, did exactly that. You had gotten into an argument with an upperclassman about your uniform and lack of work ethic at the very beginning of the day, you'd got your failed math test back, Ichigo was out all day doing Soul Reaper work, it had started raining on your way back from school and on top of it all, you might be coming down with a cold.

The first thing you do when you get home is storm to your bedroom, soaking wet with rain water and absolutely freezing cold, and change into your pyjamas to hide under the covers until next week.

Slow tears irritate your cheeks and leave your eyes red as you sob into your pillow, not hearing Ichigo walking up the steps to your room after greeting your mother, who knew to leave you alone and not overwhelm you after a bad day.

He had gotten to the top of the stairs when he heard your hiccupped breathing, his eyebrows furrowing when he starts to worry about you. Were you crying? What happened? Do you want to be alone? He wants to comfort you so badly, but he doesn't know what's upset you, and how he should go about comforting you, even. What if he just makes you more upset?

Eventually, he decides that he's far too worried to back away like a bad partner, and he tentatively knocks on your door, saying your name so that you know it's him. The hallway he's standing in is dark and the only light is coming from the kitchen downstairs where your mom is and the dim, blue glow peeking from beneath your door. After he gets no answer from you, he opens the door slowly, shutting it behind him and letting out a strained breath, greeted with the sight of you huddled in your blankets and the sound of you crying softly into your pillow.

"Hey, It's okay, come on... You're okay, what happened? Do you want to talk?"

After getting a shake of your head in response he tilts his head and pets your hair, knowing that it relaxes you when he does that. The bed creaks under the pressure of your boyfriend joining you under your duvet, and his large hand cradles the back of your head, guiding you to cry into his chest.

And that you do. You sniffle and weep into his shirt, probably ruining it with all sorts of cursed, snotty fluids.

When you've finally cried all of your tears you find yourself feeling much better with Ichigo's comfort. He didn't make you talk when you just wanted to cry, and he gave you the quiet support you needed once he got the hint. Life is so much better with him, and all of your problems seem to disappear as soon as he's in your sight.

You bleed on his bed

You had woken up in the middle of the night with the worst cramps you've had in a while, and in your disoriented and tired state it takes a few more seconds of processing before you realise what this must mean.

Not now, and most definately not here-...

Well, it's now, and it's here.

You quickly shimmy out of your boyfriend's arms, trying to assess the damage you've made to Ichigo's sheets, and damn. He's gonna need to buy new sheets. There are tears already forming in your eyes already as you stop freeze, listening to the soft, relaxed breaths of the occupant of the bed, his bed.

It's not even close to being light outside yet, and the birds are silent outside, the only light in the room being from Ichigo's analogue clock. It's two in the morning.

The stain on the bed is the size of a dinner plate and your shorts are in bad condition, your inner thighs stained with the blood that still drips. The feeling has nausea bubbling in your stomach in chest as you rush to the bathroom quietly, panicking about how Ichigo will react. Shit. Okay. Just get in the shower and refresh yourself first.

You spend a good fifteen minutes in the shower, trying to avoid the outside world for a little while as stress pours through your veins, long strands of hair sticking to your body under the spray of hot water, easing your cramps just a little.

You feel so bad for ruining his matress, and you're gonna have to wake him up to change the sheets and face what you've done. This is literally so embarrassing that you want to curl up into a ball and stop existing.

As you finally get out of the shower you dry and dress yourself, using a pad and slipping a dirty pair of Ichigo's sweats, but when you walk out of the door, Ichigo's sitting on new sheets, reading a book with a pair of reading glasses that he knows you think are adorable.

He's facing you now, looking up from his book and smiling up at you softly, and it doesn't take long for you to crawl into his arms and whine, cradling your belly as you apologise and hide your face in his lap.

He only strokes his fingers through your hair and covers you with a blanket, telling you that it's okay, and that it's not your fault.

"It's just natural. Besides, am I, of all people, gonna be phazed by a little blood...?"

When he puts it that way you realise how paranoid you were being before, considering that his clothes get stained with a new injury every other day.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"Better than before, at least... 'm still sorry."

He just laughs quietly and hands you a painkiller and some water, shifting his legs so that you sit up and pressing a peck to your neck as you ready yourself to go back to sleep, the two of you cuddling as the bedside lamp is turned off.

#ichigo x reader #ichigo kurosaki #ichigo x y/n #ichigo kurosaki x reader #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach #bleach x reader #bleach ichigo #bleach scenarios #boyfriend scenarios #fem reader #bleach boyfriend scenarios

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xpennytrickx · 8 months

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(I think I nearly blacked out writing this I was possessed by the divine Peterick spirit. I'm too scared to put this on my own blog but I need the world to hear and I think you'd like this ram me based on your fic ref list)

Not to like, insanely dead dove-ify peterick but something that swims around in my head SO MUCH is how it really does feel like Pete took Patrick on a whirlwind when he was just a kid. Some slightly creepy, hopelessly suppressed bi-curious in the early 2000s, touch starved, boystarved, Patrick-starved 20/21 year old falling in love at first sight with a precious, pink, stupidly awkward dork 16 year old. So much that he still remembers what Patrick was wearing. Doesn't care for his audio recordings that Joe showed him until he SEES him, yknow? There's an inherent freakness there.

Promising his mom you'll take good care of him and sleeping next to and on top of him, crowded and trapped in the back of a shitty van you can barely cover the gas costs of. Spinning around and shoving against him on stage and screaming in his mic and getting to take him home with you every day. Your golden ticket, a sweaty teenager getting into YOUR van.

Ugh and I could go on forever about it. How by ioh there's this inkling of Patrick growing up. Still so young but getting his senses. Seeing how real relationships work. He's in his 20s now. 22/23 and Pete 26/27 and seeing his grip loosening. He knows he's losing him. He's even clingier on stage, writing love songs about teenage promises and calling him before calling even his mom after overdosing. (Though I'm not sure if that one is urban legend.)

I think part of how bad the band dynamic was after Folie was that venom Patrick had for Pete. It's 25/26 and 29/30. Patrick sees Pete being sold as this tabloid figurehead and he's stolen his late teens and early 20s. Spent his last high school summer with this dickhead who can't keep his life together. Who fights with him on everything and he needs out NOW but Pete's holding on so tight he's drawing blood and then licking the wounds. He needs him.

Soul Punk being the flop it was (completely ahead of it's time, besides the point) and feeling like you've failed. Pete made you peak and dragged you down with him. You can't start over. So you give in. He asks to hang out again and you get those words again. The same ones that made your brain light up with their rhythm at 16. The drummer in you. And you go back to him. And things are scary and careful and you're walking on eggshells but it's nice. It comfortable. You sink back in and do 2 records back to back. He's learned. He knows what he's done to you but he doesn't have to apologize. His lyrics are his apology.

Mania being so polarizing, too. Trying new things and not letting it get to you this time. You've conquered each other, you don't need the world. You can write music for each other and yourself and no one else. And stardust is just. So so so full circle. It's okay. Everything makes sense again. You can dance on stage and Pete can recite his words to people and not just a recording booth. It's 39 and 44 and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH OH MY GOD ……. what a wonderful little essay you’re SO fucking right!!!! something that has always drawn me back to them after drifting back and forth to them in bursts of obsession is just. like. every single little facet of their relationship that has developed over the years and how it all well and truly stemmed from this very strange, unnatural, curious, twisted, enchanting fascination that this local too-sick celebrity cursed/blessed with boundless charm and a too-big heart and so much ink and mean white teeth and dirty dirty hands had with this fucking geeky teenage boy with patchy sideburns and bitten-through red lips and an off-kilter voice that he was still trying to grow into and limp skinny wrists and a pudgy stomach. he took that teenage boy to college parties, he bought him gifts, he took him to the movies, he made sure to saturate every square inch of his life with this new world that this kid was being thrust into—partially by force. waiting with baited breath until summer break starts and taking him across the country with him to breathe into his neck and touch him and tug on him and push him around until he snaps and it feels so fucking good when he does. patrick’s entire adolescence and the foundation of the rest of his life was permanently altered through pete and everything that started in the summer of 2001 still remains to this day in little touches and glances and inside jokes and intimacy and tenderness and adoration that most people would kill to feel. it’s so endlessly, hopelessly romantic and there are so many wounds that have been pulled open along the way and then either clumsily or carefully sewn back up…..… all these moments of intense codependency and tragedy and violence and anguish and possession and desperation. they feel so deeply for each other that it’s manifested so many times in the worst that humanity has to offer. i’ll never get away from them because they will never get away from each other because they physically can’t. it destroys them every single time it happens. and that makes me happy

#im foaming at the fucking mouth #trueblueask

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notasapleasure · 6 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

I've been tidying out my likes and remembered @elwenyere's open invitation tags on this, too, so here we go!

sshysmm's works on ao3 (user name is a ref to my old tumblr)

1) How many works do you have on ao3

128 (and I think I'm missing some of the band AU stuff I never moved over from the blog @theartistknownaslymond…)

2) What's your ao3 word count?

1,038,645 words. haha. what the fuck.

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Actively, right now: Star Wars (particularly Andor; previously Rogue One and a few spin-off novels), the Lymond Chronicles, and I do very much intend to return to my fics for And Then We Danced.

I have also written for Ripper Street, The Terror, The Musketeers (don't look! don't look! it's my 'now can i remember how to write fic after over a decade out of fandom fic) and Utopia (another one it would be cool to add to after I get a chance to rewatch).

4) What are your top five fics by kudos?

good god they're all Jyn/Cassian. it's the only big ship I've written for I suppose

Be alright tomorrow (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Hope in the air (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Singer, save our secular souls (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) To steal what she never could own (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian) Delayed gratification (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian)

5) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to!! Sometimes when I'm deep in the writing hole I just stay away from ao3 so as not to ?? idk?? make myself feel guilty? get distracted? so it can take me a while to respond.

When people are reading updates as I post them I try to respond quicker! I like to respond to acknowledge how grateful I am to people who took the time to read and cheerlead and say something nice. To show I appreciate it and the time they spent on it. If it possibly leads to discussion about what's going on in the fic then so much the better!

6) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably just Hope in the Air, for sticking with the canon Rogue One ending and leaning into the sense that even if he got to a bacta tank, Cassian's in a pretty bad way. Also Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing (Ripper Street), again for…following canon, dealing with Deborah's decision to stop seeing Reid and Emily's descent into a place where Reid feels he has to have her sent to the asylum.

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

Jerott wish-fulfilment!! The ransoun made, the prisoneris redeemit (Lymond Chronicles, Francis/Jerott).

8) Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think I've had any hate on ao3, no. Some blunt comments when I hadn't done my research on aurebesh well enough/resued a plot device, but not hate.

9) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes? All kinds? Idk, I'm trying to get more creative, though traditionally I think I write emotionally knotty, not-always-satisfying sex that does heavily lifting on the characterisation. And is also hot.

10) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't posted it on ao3 yet, but there's the Lymond Chronicles 1980s band AU crossover with And Then We Danced, which is just like. The nichest of nichey niches. Can't believe there are like three people who might read it, so it's still not as unpopular as a medieval Icelandic saga au of a niche Andor ship written in the first person. I didn't go out of my way to drive readers away, I swear!!! Please give The Saga of the Coal-biter and the Skraeling a chance, it's my precious baby.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge, lol. I think more people would need to want to read my fics first.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'm open to it if anyone wants! I have had two podfics made of my works, which has been lovely!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

No, though there was a fun Lymond Pawn in Frankincense AU which started as me and @erinaceina spit-balling about Philippa getting captured by GRM and Khaireddin surviving, and @stripedroseandsketchpads wrote some nice whumpy scenes about it!

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Oh, usually whatever I'm writing at any given time. Faramir/Éowyn was formative influences, though.

15) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really don't like admitting that I don't think I'll finish something. I do have 17 subscribers(!!??) to a Lord Bateman (Child ballad 53) inspired Rogue One AU (What would you give?) so even though finishing that is very low down my priorities I'd hate to say outright that I wouldn't return to it.

16) What are your writing strengths?

Emotion, description, description of emotion… capturing micro-expressions and little tics that define a character. Because of this I think I'm pretty good at making people in-character even in weird settings. Writing people who aren't good or bad, just flawed and affected by their lived experiences. Creating an atmosphere. Also, when I pull it off, making you laugh one moment at something ridiculous and then sucker-punching you in the gut :')

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

That when I'm asked to think of my strengths I go blank. That I constantly, constantly overthink things when I've posted them in case I wrote something that will be horribly misunderstood or just actively bore established readers into giving up. The fear that what I enjoy writing is so inherently dull no one else will enjoy reading it, that I'm not setting out to 'write fic' but to write something pretentious and beautiful and that's not what anyone reads fic for. Also oh my god I need to learn brevity. Simple plots. Don't overthink the plot Jo. I what-if my plots to death and then find myself disgusted by all the ways they're inadequate. Actually what all this comes down to is a controlling urge in my writing: I want to control every detail of this scene, including where the information is lacking, and I worry that if I leave anything to chance I'll be misunderstood. But at the same time I love ambiguity and gaps and leaving things open to interpretation. Inside me there are two wolves and one adores unanswered questions while the other suffers from a neurodivergent urge to info-dump in order to make sure everything is clear.

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'd love to quote from Umberto Eco's author's note to The Name of the Rose, where he argued with his publisher about keeping Latin dialogue in! Ony my copy of the book is in storage. Also there's the whole…I'm a fan of the Lymond Chronicles. If there isn't untranslated dialogue in at least five different languages why are you bothering? And yeah I very much did learn a language because of a film and then spent a lot of time considering how communicating in this language as opposed to English would affect the dialogue and interactions I was writing. So yes, dialogue in another language when it's properly contextualised is good - not when it's random phrases of unnecessary Space Spanish because someone's exoticising Diego Luna.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

I'm of the generation where it was inevitably H*rry P*tter, if we're talking internet published fanfic. But as a kid I did keep diaries full of drawings and stories about Sandokan the tiger and Bucky O'Hare.

20) Favorite fic you've ever written?

I have like. Post-partum depression about the saga AU right now because seeing it interact with the world makes me doubt myself horribly, but realistically, it's my beloved child. It's just having to carry all my grad school trauma as well as all my past Star Wars fandom trauma and you know what?? It's good enough to do that. It is. It's the first of a trilogy, and I WILL finish the trilogy.

As previously said by elwenyere: Open tags for anyone who would like to play!!! This was very fun: @ me with your answers if you'd like to join. <3<3<3

#meme #fic writer meme #fic writing #my fics

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waffles-for-brunch · 25 days

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20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by @lovevamp

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

4. One's an okay oneshot, then I did a fix-it after 15x20, then I lost my mind completely and spent three years on a season 12 rewrite and now I'm back again writing another fix-it. My twilight zone is self-inflicted.

2. what’s your total Ao3 word count?

540,492 (insert kevin james shrugging meme here)

3. what fandoms do you write for?

Just Supernatural. I started writing a fic for Baldur's Gate Bloodweave but then Destiel dragged me back to the dark side. Maybe I'll finish that one eventually.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

they're not gonna be in order bc I'm just gonna go thru my bookmarks real quick but - "And this, your living kiss" by opal_bullets "On labor" by a_good_soldier (i reread this one twice this week) "The Nanny" by Kitmistry and those are the ones i feel like mentioning. :)

5. do you respond to comments?

Admittedly rarely. Mostly because I'll open my email when I'm getting up in the morning and read them and then work all day and forget to respond. I do appreciate all the comments I get tho. And a lot of the really kind ones I send to my groupchat and/or save in a folder on my email labelled "nice comments" also just sometimes I don't feel like I have anything to say. Like idk sometimes thank you just seems too small or something you know. It's strange. Then I'll just get in my head about it and say nothing and the cycle repeats lmao. But I do read them all.

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

Dog you know I'm not writing any angst without a happy ending. I can't take that shit lmao. It's happy endings only in this house. Happy and found family and loveliness. :)

7. what is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I literally end everything the same way. Please I have the worst case of projection imaginable with these fics.

8. do you get hate on fics?

If I do I'm unaware. But I'd probably know it if I do, I stalk my own name and fics wherever I can because I'm insane and nosey. But nah the most I've gotten is just people being mad about a certain character's actions, but like that's not even hate it's just frustration with a character which is a given in certain circumstances. Now if someone was like "wow bad characterization" I'd be like girl, but no I think people are pretty respectful in my corners for the most part.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Bro let me tell you in "Our Old Heroes" I wrote like a singular sex scene and like maybe one or two other hot and heavy ones and good god did they take me so long to write. Like I'm not a very sex oriented person in general so writing this stuff out? Bro it's embarrassing how much poetry I put into that in retrospect (i jest, it's fine) but like I don't generally orient towards it just because it's very time consuming for me. It has to be very intimate and just right.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you've written?

So short answer no, I haven't. Longer answer I love the concept and would be open to it. Particularly if it involves Dean being psychoanalyzed in some way because that's my favorite thing to write so it would probably be criminal minds. I think crossovers have so much fun and wonky potential tho.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope someone printed my fic to bring into prison and make a black market hot commodity. It would be the highest honor. I guess that's not theft, it's just the free market. But so I guess really no, if I have I'm unawares.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of but I have had people comment in other languages or on twitter people will talk about it in a different language, which is pretty crazy. It's so wild we can be so connected to a story in that way despite not speaking the same language or growing up in the same environment.

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

no! but as @lovevamp has said we've talked about a few that I'm certain one day we will follow through on. I've also talked with @icaruspendragon about maybe doing one at some point bc we seem to have the exact same mental illness that is the dean winchester brain disorder.

14. what’s your favorite all time ship?

I live breathe and bleed destiel, it's truly unfortunate for me.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I just have a lot of ideas in my docs that will probably never become more than the ideas they are. Usually when I start a fic like for real I follow through with it. I would feel bad if I didn't lol.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told my characterization is pretty good, which I appreciate. If it was bad I'd probably kms (jk). But fr idk that's the biggest comment I'll get is in regards to that which I really do like because I spend a lot of time trying to find a balance and make sure I'm expressing everyone the correct way they'd express themselves or not express themselves.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Sex scenes aside I do struggle with action mostly because I find it boring to write out. You just have to try and find so many different words. Ugh. I love dialogue. That's really where I start getting going. But writing action? I tend to do that last because I wanna get through all the good bits first then circle back and do the boring bits.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

listen I can barely remember english i'm sorry

19. first fandom you wrote for?

i'm an og baby i started here (destiel) and this is where i'll die (maybe not, we'll see)

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

Well, I don't really have many so it's probably the massive one. "Our Old Heroes" by adelaclancy (that's me). I was really in a bad place when I started it and I kind of just gave myself this crazy project for several reasons. One I was stopping drinking so I needed something else to do with my time. Second I was jobless and goalless and really didn't have a lot going for me and writing was really the only thing I have ever had consistently so I was like okay well I'll start this stupid project and it's gonna be like 26 chapters and 500,000 words long and it's gonna delve into all my issues through projection of these fictional characters and if I actually manage to finish it I can finally say I finished something. So I did. And I actually managed to work on myself a lot in the process. So over all that time I went from living in bad straights as an unemployed drunkard to a full time worker with a few years sobriety under their belt and a better sense of my own boundaries and thriving friendships and I dunno man, in a way that fic really was a bridge for me and I think in that too for a lot of the readers they get to see that now too. Like they can see my little notes at the beginning of chapters and how they change over time alongside the characters in the book and it's kind of an experience in that way I suppose. If not through Dean Winchester and Castiel then maybe through me, if someone out there finds a little bit of hope from that silly little mess of words then I suppose that's something to be proud of then, isn't it? Anywho...

tagging: @icaruspendragon

(Bro I know like two people sorry)

#there we go #not to get sappy #i'm not a sap i'm a big strong- *gunshots*#destiel #destiel fanfic #supernatural

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purplesurveys · 1 month

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Where did the majority of your clothes come from? Not one single place. I like getting clothes from a variety of shops and I'm not picky with where I buy them.

Have you ever attempted to sculpt something from ice? I've never done that, but that sounds like an interesting class to take now that I think about it.

What's so amazing about Shark Week? I never learned what that is actually.

Do you wear sunglasses in the winter? You should. We don't have winter, and sunglasses and I don't make a good pair (hehe) because then I have to take off my glasses and I wouldn't be able to see anything anyway.

Have you ever had to wear an oxygen mask? No, never had to.

Do you have a dreamcatcher? I do.

Is there someone you ALWAYS bump heads with? No. I hate conflict and try to go about disagreements in a calm way.

What's your favorite thing you own that YOU made? I don't think there is anything.

Have you ever starved yourself? Yeah...

What do you spend all of your money on? Mostly on food, if I do spend; but I'm sure once BTS is back I'll be spending on K-pop again lol. I'm happy with my little hiatus for now.

Do you like Robot Chicken? I don't know what that is.

What movie character would you like to be a part of your family? Not a movie, but Clunkers the dog from Friends haha. And the dog that Phoebe got Joey when he got all sad over Rachel.

What's the last thing you were an audience of? Seventeen concert last January.

Has anyone ever had to physically restrain you from doing something? Sure.

Do you raise your voice when you get angry? No. I only do when I'm angry and feel like I'm getting interrupted or talked over.

Do you like the pretzel M&Ms? I've never tried them but they sound kinda delicious.

Have you ever been accused of thinking you're too good for something? Well I don't think I'm a master of anything, so.

Do your scars tell sad or happy stories? My one notable scar is just an annoying story of a distant cousin who didn't know how to behave around people and was not supervised properly by his parents.

Have you ever walked straight into a wall/door? I don't think I have haha.

Have you ever been embarrassed to have a crush on someone? Little bit.

Is there anything you're trying to move on from? Continued from a few days ago idk how long. Just the whole craziness of how Wrestlemania 40's been, although it's safe to assume I won't be able to for a while haha.

Have you ever stolen someone's boyfriend? Nope.

Are you careful with your words? As much as possible.

Do you have a locket? What's the picture inside of it? Nope.

Describe the most interesting vehicle you've ever seen. Nothing comes to mind right now...

Would you be afraid to take a public bus anywhere? Have never taken a bus besides the private buses we'd have for like school field trips or whatever lol. Just seems too dangerous to me plus I'll never know if I'm sitting beside a pervert man.

Have you ever given anything to someone who is homeless? Before I used to give change and snacks, but for safety reasons I've stopped.

What are you feeling, right now? Elated from Wrestlemania weekend, happy that we have two holiday weekdays this week so I don't get to go back to work til Thursday.

How do you react when you feel embarrassed about something? I guess it depends what kind of embarrassed it is? There's the light-hearted kind in which I just laugh it off, then there's like a checking-on-someone's-grandma-not-knowing-she-died embarrassed that makes me want to quit socializing.

Have you ever tried to 'fix' someone? Yes.

What's in your copy and paste? A link to a wrestling streaming site.

How many stuffed animals do you own, and what are they? I have lke 5 BT21 plushies, some of Tata and others of Koya.

When's the last time you were carried by someone? Three weeks ago when we had our company outing, and I was the one who led our dodgeball team to victory lol. All those lunch periods in third grade spent playing dodgeball were finally ROI'd haha

Have you ever accidentally taken a shower with like your underwear left on, or something? Not my underwear but I've turned on the shower with my glasses on, heh.

Can you twirl things well? Like, just noodles I guess? I don't really...twirl things on a regular basis.

Do you have bangs? I had them like a week before the pandemic kicked in so no one ever really saw them lol. I got rid of them halfway through 2021 and it was still pandemic-y at the time, so at the end of the day no one ever really saw me in bangs. I'm still a little peeved about it HAHA

Have you ever seen someone who wore a real eyepatch? I knew a kid in school who did. She was also one of my sister's close friends.

What started the last 'cat-fight' you were involved in? I've never been in a catfight.

Would you agree that it's extremely disrespectful to 'test' someone in a relationship? I wouldn't call it disrespectful but I do find it a waste of time. Just address things head-on; communicate.

Do you go all out on dressing up for pep-rallies and the like? I never attended pep rallies when I was in college.

What's in your locker? I haven't had a locker since 2016.

Are you in possession of any currency that isn't used in your country? I have a Korean won bill that Angela got me a few years ago; I also have a handful of Thai baht coins left.

Did anyone witness your last kiss? Doubt it.

Do you remember Hamtaro? No.

What about Peewee Hermin? Yeah I know Peewee. He was associated with WWE for a time and afaik one of my fav wrestlers used to be obsessed with him haha.

Do you have any younger siblings? I have two.

Are you cool with them, or do they annoy you to no end? My sister and I are close.

Do you know anyone with a kind of creepy smile? Eh, no.

Anyone with Bieber Fever? Sure! I know a few who grew up with JB and still have a soft spot for their Bieber fevers. I find it generally endearing how people my age have been rediscovering our old interests, just now in a much more unashamed light :)

Have you tried Cupcake Pebbles cereal? I don't think so.

What's your favorite ride at an amusement park? Whatever that's not a rollercoaster or those rides that shoot all the way down at like 500 kph lmao. Basically anything that takes it easy on my sensitive motion sickness.

Last person you flipped off? Idk probably a driver.

Have you ever been on TV? No. I've been behind the camera during live news programs though.

Are you currently distancing yourself from anyone? Yes.

Trying to get close to anyone? Nope.

Anyone who's way over protective of you? My parents have considerably toned down but they are still a bit protective.

Do you like dubstep? It's okay.

Have you ever been to a rave? Yes.

Have you any friends that are twins? No.

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talesofourworlds · 1 month

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Your Character in Five Quotes

( repost, do not reblog. )

Tell us your favorite quotes from your character. Give us an idea of who they are by five things they’ve said. Then tag your friends.

"They're going to pay for making my little brother cry! I can't forgive anyone who makes my family cry!

"It's payback time, y'all! Now, where's my horny woman at?!"

"If you ain't got the power to do it alone, we'll be there to back you up!"

"There ain't no past or present with family. New or old, family is family."

"Giet, you always been my family! And you always will be 'til the day I die!"

"You said that your creed was to never give up on living, no matter what may happen. If you really believe that... would you say that you're living right now? Because to me, you don't look like someone truly living."

"Laphicet, tell this self absorbed idiot what she needs to hear!"

"If it means getting my tunnels, I'll build an island, too."

"Damnation, Magilou! My sister doesn't have any guy clinging onto her! Do you know something I don't? Prove it! Bring him here right now!"

"There's nothing I hate more than someone else trying to control the direction of my life. My wheel is mine to hold. If I'm not the one steering the ship, then I'm not truly alive."

"What's wrong? You look like you just swallowed a bug. ...Oh, wait, you always look like that."

"I hate teaching. I don't take apprentices. I don't impart knowledge."

"Hah hah. Are you trying to cheer me up? You've somewhat missed the mark... but I appreciate the sentiment."

"I would ask you to die, yes. If I were an emperor with a country to consider. But as your friend... I feel compelled to stop you."

"But no matter how much you change or regret your actions, not all of what you've done will be forgiven. That's why you must come back alive. Or rather... I hope you do."

"I've traveled back in time from next week. Please stop throwing monsters at us."

"It should be. The crablette is the finest food in the world. In fact, I think they should make National Crablette Day!"

"This time I won't let them get hurt!"

"Hubert was shy... but he tried his best, and always worried about everyone."

"I dreamt I was riding in a huge blossomgale, and we went to a beautiful meadow where I fell asleep."

"Have you forgotten what you said to King Ingobert about Natalia? Your memories of those seven years together were real. For you and your parents."

"You said you were going to start with what you can do, right? One person can't do much alone. But people can work together. I... we're with you."

"If you tell me you've made your decision, I'll trust that you've thought it through. But that doesn't mean I'll agree with your choice. If you make this choice, and the miasma disappears... I'll hate you. Everyone else may call you a hero, but I'll never forgive you."

"It will. Tomorrow... and the day after... and on and on."

"Hypothesizing about not having been born is meaningless. You're living your own life. Experiences that only you know. Feelings that only you feel. Don't deny them. You're here."

"Arthur. I finally have an answer to your question. 'Why do you think that birds fly?' Birds fly because they want to fly. They don't need a reason. Even if their wings snap and doom them to die. They don't fly for anyone's benefit. They don't fly because they were ordered to. Birds fly because they want to, and for no other reason!"

"I… I loved them all…! I loved Laphi… and Celica… Arthur… Everyone… To have it all stolen from me… Why them? Why not me? It hurts so much...!"

"A reason? To spare the world of its pain? Don't give me that! Who will spare my brother's pain? Who will soothe my brother's despair? He murdered my little brother Laphi! And you'll stand there and tell me it was for the greater good?!"

"...Coo, coo."

"But that's exactly why I can't forgive them. Not Artorius, not Innominat… I know my heart is ugly, and full of contradictions. But those days we spent together in familial warmth, they're proof that I… that all of us… were truly alive. That's why no matter how hard, no matter how sad it gets, I will take my vengeance to the very end!"

Stolen from: @mcgilou

Tagging: Whoever wants to!

#ooc #Bold Blooded Wild Bandit (Moses)#Follows His Creed (Eizen)#Always One Step Ahead (Jade)#Floral Protector (Sophie)#Singer of the Verse (Tear)#Crowe of Calamity (Velvet)#I swear there's context for that second Moses quote. No I will not provide it.

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vidalinav · 2 years

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I would die for scene in your nezriel fic (is it a fic? is it a long snippet?) where Cassian sees a hickey Nesta left on Azriel’s neck and starts questioning him about his new lover and meanwhile Azriel’s inner monologue is just like: well fuck… I bet he’d kill me if he knew…

To fit "canon" and I mean my fics world, Azriel would probably be more envious about Cassian and the mate bond in particular, and petty because he wants to rub it in that she's not his. Also technically, I've pretty much established that the hickeys don't stay for long periods of time, like they immediately heal, which is why Azriel hates that he can't have something permanent on/with Nesta. I suppose because of the last snippet, there's less time for them to disappear since he spent the day with her. But they disappear pretty quickly (I would assume because fae healing) and also I'm assuming that he needs to leave earlier so that he can get rid of her scent.

So... I tweaked it a little (A lot).

Cassian's smug as he orders another drink and Azriel takes a sip of his water. He wills himself not to pull out Nesta's ribbon, a token he's stolen from her vanity, and wave it in front of his nose. This is who you're missing. This is who you can never have. The scent--her scent--is for his nose only.

It would coat his skin even now, if they knew for a fact the situation wouldn't blow up in their faces. Azriel would never go against Nesta's wishes to keep their relationship a secret even if his own wishes have now changed, and there's too many moving pieces.

In another court, there might be a duel. If their court was crueler, there might be a law that would put Nesta at risk. Whatever keeps Nesta safe, he tells himself.

Secrets are safe...

At least, he's told himself that. Their secrets are safe with him. But are they safe when they keep secrets?

Azriel's begun to wonder that. He's known his brother for centuries. Right now, Cassian orders another drink and swipes at Mor playfully when she pleads for him to come dance with her. He's half drunk already, but are they safe from him?

Azriel's fucking his mate after all.

Still, some part of him wants to pull out the ribbon, he keeps touching in the pocket of his jacket. I'm fucking your mate.

What will he do? What will he say?

Azriel is above such childish things, yes, and frankly it'd be disrespectful to Nesta and their time together. She isn't a stolen toy--a weapon he waves around saying look what you don't have. So Azriel takes a sip and looks to crowded room.

Sevenda's is blooming this evening, and the noise makes his skin itch. In just a few more hours, he'll be with Nesta again. He'll kiss her until she's blushing red, until her lips raise and he'll think he's seen the sun. Something angelic. And he'll worship her with his lips, with his touch, with books... if that's what she likes.

Time is precious now and though he loves their trysts by moonlight, he doesn't want her to think he's only there for the lay. Azriel wants all of her. The way she inhales romances... the odd little routines she has for her hair. She uses several kinds of soap for her bath and he wants to pour it in, to see exactly what makes Nesta smell as sweet as she does.

"You're quiet today," Cassian remarks, laughing under his breath. "Hot date?"

I'm fucking your mate.

"Nothing of the sort."

"You've been gone a lot lately," but it's Amren who speaks this time. She holds the glass of wine and it's the same color as the blood she used to drink. Interrogation, Azriel thinks as he resists rolling his eyes. Not so deadly anymore.

"I've been on assignment," he offers raising a brow. He doesn't look to Rhys, nor does he offer his mind up for chatting. Azriel doesn't care what that prick of a brother will say to him now.

But Feyre catches his gaze and she purses her lips as if she's disappointed by these state of affairs.

Affairs is not a good word to describe Nesta's and his relationship. Nesta is single. He keeps trying to remind them. She's not owned by anyone, least of all him. But the person she wants to spend time with, is him.

Cassian sighs, a deep, torn sound. "Too many things have changed... and not at all."

Mor glowers at that, as Cassian swirls the drink in his hand. Clearly, he's much more drunk than Azriel's realized if he's already getting melancholic.

"You're gone," he says, taking a sip wistfully, "Mor leaves more now. Rhys and Feyre are always fucking... Amren's the same, but I don't want to spend time with her."

"Spend time with the girl then," Amren says, rolling her eyes at Cassian's dramatic antics.

Azriel feels his heart skip in his chest, but he breathes a guilty sigh of relief when Cassian sighs once more. He rubs the ribbon with his thumb willing himself to calm down.

"She doesn't want me."

No, she wants me.

Mor opens her mouth, probably to say something cruel abut Nesta, but Feyre glares up at her friend. It's silent at their little table, and Azriel can feel a stare on him.

He doesn't need to look to the side to know it's Rhys.

See, he probably wants to say, this is who you're messing with. Don't you love Cassian? Your own brother.

But why does Cassian deserve Nesta? Here he is whining over drinks, instead of earning his keep and doing right by his mate. He's here with Mor, letting her pat him on the arm and placate him with worried words, while his mate on the other side of town is stuck in her apartment with four locks on her door, because she's deeply changed from what she's been through.

Don't you love Cassian?

"Do you even love Nesta?"

Azriel straightens at the bitter taste of his words. Cassian, luckily, is too drunk to hear the anger. His head lowers, like puppy who's been kicked. "She doesn't love me," he says.

As if it were that simple.

She loves me, though, Azriel wants to say. There's an ugly part of him that wants Cassian to hate him, to hate Nesta too, if only so they could be free from him--from this guilt. He can see it every time he's there, the hesitancy in Nesta's gaze. That brief admission of her eyes, that it might just be easier to give in to that mate bond and do away with this, because their relationship will never be easy.

It will never be accepted like Cassian's would be. Gifted by the Mother. Blessed and holy.

Maybe that's why her kisses taste like sin. Mother damn him then.

#nezriel #nesta archeron #azriel #A secret or a sin

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @chainofclovers and @revolutionsoftheheart, thank you <3

Since I've only posted to AO3 for 2 fandoms and one is disproportionately larger than the other, gonna separate the two for my own curiosity.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

123 (77 Ted Lasso, 46 Marvel)

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

567,878 (336,213 TL vs 231,665 Marvel over a...much shorter period of time😬)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently only Ted Lasso, previously Marvel (both MCU and comics)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Marvel

They Call Me Dad

In the Heat of the Night

Roll the Dice and Swear Your Love (for me)

what is (or what could be)

Situation Normal: All Fogged Up

Ted Lasso

and in the morning we'll start all over again

Linger

lick me baby or leave me

my body fits just like a bruise

I don't wanna live like this (but I don't wanna die)

Fun fact! My top Marvel fic has pretty much almost exactly 10x kudos as my top TL fic.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do but very, very slowly. As for why, idk I think it's just a nice way to engage with people. I like seeing authors' responses to my comments on their fics too.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

A <400 word established relationship Steve/Tony fic where one half of the pairing DROWNS and for what, who knows

Any angsty endings I had for TL were only chapter endings that were then undone by peer pressure (except, I guess, this one where Ted and Rebecca break up because his.....spoon.....is too big).

OH WAIT I forgot about this Rupodore one (but also the A/N does undo that angsty ending too sooooooo)

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

This is a hard one because I'm not sure how to differentiate degrees of happiness but sorta related to the last answer, I'm going to say this established relationship Steve/Tony fic, where it SEEMS like Steve dies but he doesn't, mostly because of this comment that makes me emotional every time I remember it

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Just once I think, on a kinky TL fic (thanks Kyle!)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Unfortunately (though that's pretty much a new thing for TL fic)

Idk what the kinds of smuts there are but: PWP, emotional/feelingsy, kink (for exploring dynamics/psychology of it re: certain characters), kink (horny)

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

Borderline? Idk if this fake dating fic featuring an unnamed-but-hinted-at actor counts as Ted Lasso/Actor RPF crossover.........

That's probably the craziest one but actually I guess this Marvel one where the video game versions of the characters visit the comics universe counts.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not wholesale but bits yeah

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yeah, a bunch of Marvel fanfic got translated to Chinese and Russian but my top kudosed fic got translated into I think at least 4 languages (including off AO3), which is really cool!!

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

Yes with @thatsrightjohngoodman <33 and it was a blast, even though the number of words spent talking about the fic >>>> actual words in the fic. Also I only did like 15% of it, which is probably also why I had a good time.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't really get into fandoms through ships, usually more through specific characters so idk if I have a fave. I'm pretty loosey-goosey about ships.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

OH BOY okay, well I'm still holding out hope for some of the TL ones even though I haven't touched them in ages but from the (almost definitely) abandoned ones, there's one about Ted dealing with executive dysfunction that gets in the way of like really mundane things like mail he needs to do something about (e.g. his TV licence) or using groceries before they go bad and how Beard and Rebecca and others help him help himself.

On Marvel, I have a CarolJess coffee shop AU that is like 90% done and contains some bits that are very personal and reflective of that period of my life and it'd be nice to put it out into world but. I probably won't.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been given the impression that it's.......sad shit lmao. But also like conversations between people that feel realistic. And at this point, I think unfortunately also smut.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Settings I think? I like actions and dialogue and I always have to go back and fill in like...where are they, what are they sitting on, that sorta thing.

Also endings, I never know how to end a fic, especially short feelingsy one-shots.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have no real thoughts on this tbh

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, but only one fic that I posted on LiveJournal I think as part of an event

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

The first one that popped into my head was All Our Days Ahead, a Beard and Ted friendship road trip fic. It was written with more care than a lot of my other fics and idk I like it's energy when I reread it. I can remember exactly where I was when I wrote it too (and that it was raining lmao).

Honorable mentions from when I actually went scrolling through my works:

I like all my humour fics purely for how unhinged I feel when writing them but the body shots fic was particularly wild because of the insane live writing experience and Cannibal!Rebecca offshoot

I also have a soft spot for my episode tags. I don't really write a lot of fics that are related to specific moments in canon but I really like this Colin one about the impact of Nate's words on him, featuring my beloved actual Coach!Ted. Also one of the few fics where the title feels right and isn't just sorta there to fill in the field.

I think by now most people have been tagged in TL so ignore me if you've already done this but tagging some folks from both fandoms @theodore-lasso @howiehamlin @thatsrightjohngoodman @ishipallthings @onemuseleft @snoozingcat @bardingbeedle if y'all wanna do it

#hello old marvel moots I haven't talked to in awhile I hope you're well #ask game

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