#until one day it stays open and they all make a collective decision to go through

[tasteleeknow]

[ 11:05 ] “You know he loves you, don’t you?” Chan questions as he hands you his car keys. You fiddle with the soft toy that hangs between the keys, tugging at the small wolf’s ears. 

Chan sighs. “Fine,” he says. “Just go.” 

You take a step towards the door before hesitating, lifting your eyes to meet his. You’d have to trust he’d keep this conversation to himself. You could feel it already, the anxiety that would bubble up to your throat the second you left the apartment with this conversation unresolved.

Minho was leaving. He was moving out—across the country—and he hadn’t said a word to you about it. Sure, you didn’t live here. But you may as well have. You spent so much time and the apartment he shared with Chan they’d often joke about when you were going to start splitting the bills. 

“What if he changes his mind?” you ask, managing to keep your voice steady. “If I do something… change how it is now… what if he changes his mind?” 

“Why would he do that?” 

“Because he’ll know me. He’ll get closer and maybe he won’t like what he finds.” 

Chan takes the keys from your hands, halting your fiddling. “Sit down,” he instructs gently, gesturing to the small lounge you’d taken to falling asleep on some nights. You do as he says, folding your hands in your lap as you wait for him to join you. 

He doesn’t. 

You watch as he disappears down the short hallway and into Minho’s bedroom, returning only moments later with a small shoebox in his hand. He doesn’t drag it out. He sits on the small table in front of you and opens the lid. 

It reminded you a lot of the small box you kept under your bed in your childhood bedroom, a collection of miscellaneous things you’d attached memories to as you’d grown. A bracelet from your 11th birthday, a playing card you’d scooped out of the water on your trip to Vietnam, the paper mache rabbit you’d made when you were 8, the key to the padlock you’d used for your locker in high school.

This box was much like that. You don’t recognise anything at first, not until Chan digs out a small clay cat, one of your earliest attempts at moulding clay figures. It was an ugly thing, wonky and misshapen. Minho had snatched it from your hands when you’d announced it was going in the rubbish. “He can’t help being ugly,” he’d said. “He’s mine now.” 

Chan passes the clay cat to you. He’s cuter than you’d remembered.

“They’re all from you," he says. 

You look up. “Hm?” 

“The box,” he clarifies. “They’re all things you’ve given him.” 

You peak into the box, attempting to spot anything else you recognise. There are scattered pieces of paper, some are sticky notes you vaguely remember attaching to his bedroom door on days you’d visited when he wasn’t home. You pick one up and read it silently, ‘You missed me. Unlucky for you. I’ll be around Friday.’ You’d drawn a small rabbit in the corner. 

Chan takes the note from you along with the clay cat. You watch as he places them back inside the shoebox and replaces the lid. “I shouldn’t let you go through it—not without his permission. I just need you to understand.” He places the box on the table beside him carefully, like it’s full of priceless porcelain. “You know him,” he continues. “He doesn’t make decisions lightly. He knows what he wants and when he wants something… that’s it. You’re it.” He sighs. “You know him.” 

You look to his discarded car keys. “You still need milk.” 

“I’ll get it. You’ll stay?” 

You nod. “I’ll stay.” 

—

He leaves shortly after that. Leaves you to pace as you wait for Minho to arrive. He was leaving. Leaving Chan. Leaving you. He hadn’t offered an explanation. 

You jump as he knocks on the door. He expected Chan to be home. He wasn't expecting you. You press your hand to your chest and take one last deep breath before marching over and letting him in. 

His eyes widen a little as he takes you in. You hadn’t seen him in two weeks now. It was the longest you’d gone without seeing each other since you’d met three years prior. You step aside to let him in, pressing your fingers into your clavicle in an attempt to ground yourself. 

“I didn’t know you were coming around,” he says as he takes his shoes off. “Chan didn’t—” 

“He left,” you interrupt. “Chan. He went out because he wanted—I wanted to talk to you.” 

He stands and shucks his winter jacket from his shoulders. “Talk to me?” he questions. 

You nod. “Would you… sit? Please?” 

He looks a little nervous now. You wonder if he can see the same emotion in you. He sits exactly where you’d been sitting when Chan had shown you the box. He leaves his beanie on and you take in the way his brown hair peeks out around his neck. He waits. 

You can’t find it within yourself to sit, choosing to stand across from him instead—leaving the small table between you. “Can I ask you something?” 

He nods and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. “Mm,” he says. “Anything.” 

“It’s a big ‘something’.”

“Okay,” he says simply. 

“Would you stay?” you ask, tugging on your fingers. Your heart thumps in your chest. “If I asked you to stay, would you?” 

His brow furrows slightly. “I—” 

“Because I need you to stay. Please. I need you not to leave me. I know it’s a lot and I don’t know why you’re leaving and I’m sure it’s very important and I don’t even know if you want to stay here. Maybe you don’t but—” 

“Wait,” he says, interrupting your rambling. You take a steadying breath as he stands. He tugs his beanie from his head and drops it onto the table. His hair stands on all ends. You desperately want to run your hands through it. But you can’t. Your knuckle pops as you tug a little hard on one of your fingers. “Leaving?” he questions, clearly confused. Alarm bells ring in your head. “Why would I leave?”

“Chan said—” you cut yourself off. Oh you were going to wrap your hands around his throat and squeeze so hard he– “You’re not leaving?”

“No. But you thought I was…you said you need me to stay...” Minho says with a smirk, making his way around the table slowly. 

“Forget everything I just said.” 

“Can’t,” he says, his smirk transforming into a small grin. “Sorry.” 

You could tell him you’d seen the box, a small voice in your head offers. Then you’d both be embarrassed. You snuff it out before it can fully form. If it was anyone else… But it was him. You’d take much worse than one-sided embarrassment for him. 

“Alright. Well, Chan had his fun. I’m going home.” 

Minho steps in front of you, cutting off your exit. “Stay,” he says simply. 

“Why?” 

“Because I want you to.” 

“Why?” 

He huffs out a breathy laugh. “Because I haven’t seen you in two weeks. Why is that, by the way? Chan said—” 

“Chan says a lot of things, apparently."

Minho collapses into the couch cushions beside you and throws his arm over the back of the lounge. You join him. “He said you were busy,” Minho says. “That you didn’t have time for us.” 

“I was… sulking.” 

He presses his lips together, failing to suppress a smile. “Sulking?” 

“I thought you were moving out. Chan wouldn’t tell me why he said you’d talk to me when you wanted to. But you didn’t. I thought you were leaving without even talking to me about it.” 

The hand over the back of the couch moves a little, then he begins playing with your hair—gentle fingers fiddling with the strands that fall over your shoulder. “I think it’s my fault,” he says as you struggle to regulate your breathing. “I said something to him a few weeks ago. Something that may have… caused this. I’ll fix it.” 

His fiddling with your hair breaks a barrier, one that allows you to lean a little towards him and fix the strands of hair that stick on all ends. He’s quiet at first, letting you brush his hair out with your fingers. Then, just as you begin working on a particularly stubborn tuft right at his parting, he speaks, “I would never leave you,” he says. It’s almost a whisper. Gentle and quiet, almost like he hadn’t meant to speak it at all. 

“You wouldn’t?”

He takes your arm, stubborn tuft forgotten. “I thought you knew that. I thought you knew that I…” he trails off as his eyes drop to where his fingers wrap around your wrist. 

“Minho?” you whisper. He looks up. “I do. I know.” 

He blinks, a brief moment of panic crossing his features as his fingers tighten on your wrist. 

“I love you, too,” you add quickly, keen to end his anxiety. “So much.” 

He blinks. Once, twice. Then he drops his head, letting his hair fall over his eyes. He takes a deep breath and you watch as he lifts your wrist to his lips. You can’t see the way he presses a kiss to your skin, his long hair obscuring your view. But you feel it. You feel his warm breath as he holds you there for a moment afterwards. 

Then he lifts his head. 

You catch a blur of his smile as he lunges at you, pushing you onto your back as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. He keeps the majority of his weight off you and you bask in the warmth of him for the minute of two he stays like this. Then he’s sitting up again, tugging you up with him and practically lifting you into his lap. You wrap your arms around him, settling yourself comfortably against him as he releases a contented sigh. 

“Did Chan tell you?” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

“I knew before that.” 

He groans, dropping his head back. You can see the tiny mole at his jawline: a target. You press a gentle kiss there. “I knew you loved me,” you whisper. “You’re so good at it.. so full of love. But I—I think I was afraid you’d stop, like when you see a stray cat and you’re afraid if you move it’ll startle…that it’ll leave and you’ll never get to try again. Having you as a friend is better than not having you at all.” 

He lifts his head to look at you. You can see the way he’s fighting it, all the emotion. He doesn’t express it with words, but he doesn’t need to. It leaks from his eyes and from his gentle touches. “I don’t startle,” he grumbles after a moment. 

You grin. “‘M’kay, whatever you say,” you whisper before pressing your lips to his for the first time. 

#lee know fluff #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #stray kids fluff #kpop imagines #stray kids imagine #stray kids imagines #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios #minho drabbles

[lovelettersforthedamned]

Okk hear me out differently peter parker reading bed time stories to your twin daughters and when they go to sleep your all over peter telling him how amazing he is and ride himm-

World’s Best Dad

--genre + trope: SMUT, FLUFF, dad!peter, husband!peter.

--pairing: dad!tasm!peter parker x mom!reader

--word count: 1.3k

--warnings: no foreplay (reader and peter are HORNY), unprotected sex (don't even think about it), PinV, creampie, kinda sub!peter, PETER LOVES HIS WIFE, mentions of kids, fluffy as hell.

Your evenings look different now that your daughters, Aaliyah and Ida, aren’t in diapers anymore. Dinner as a family isn’t full of screams and cries, bathtime is suddenly fun with the toys you’ve collected over the years, and bedtime stories are actually read. Walking down the hallway of your apartment, you see your two girls run across with wet feet and a towel wrapped around their small silhouette, followed by your husband picking up their clothes from the day into the hamper. Your eyes meet for a split second as he crosses your path through the doorway, “Do you want me to clean up dinner?”

“No it’s alright,” you wave him off, “I think they want you to read them a story tonight, they were practically pleading for a book on the way home from school today.”

A chuckle leaves his lips as you turn around to start the dishes when you feel a hand gently grasp your upper arm, stopping you in his tracks. Turning back around to face your husband, you've met with his wickedly sharp, yet warm gaze. Looking down at your lips, you know exactly what he wants, and it’s confirmed when he brings a hand to the side of your face and guides you into a deep kiss. 

A few quick pecks later, the sound of your girls giggling in their room interrupts you, “I love you, Pete.” 

Peter places one last kiss on your forehead as he speaks, mumbling into your skin, “I love you too, bug.” As you finally part ways, Peter can’t help but look back at you as you walk back to the kitchen. Never in a million years would he know that this would be his life, and yet he couldn’t imagine it any other way. 

It didn’t take too long for you to finish up in the kitchen, checking the time before you leave, the girls should be in bed by now. You walk towards their room, and the sight in front of you almost brings tears to your eyes. Peter was on the reclining chair with a book in his hands, and your daughters sitting on either side of him, trying their hardest to stay awake. 

You don’t fully enter the room until you know the twins have fallen asleep, not wanting to wake them further. Once Peter closes the book, you walk in quietly, your presence putting a smile on his face. Without saying anything, you take Ida while Peter takes Aaliyah into his arms. Leaning down to place Ida into bed and tucking her in, you kiss her forehead as you walk towards the door, Peter slowly following. You turn off the lights and softly close the door, leaving a crack open. 

Wordlessly, you both walk towards your room, Peter’s arm lazily falling on top of your shoulders. Peter’s the first one to enter the room, unaware of you closing and locking the door behind you. Like every other night, he sits on the edge of the bed and starts to unwind, but tonight you had a different plan. Swiftly walking over to him, you stand in between his legs and lean down to plant a passionate kiss on his lips. 

The kiss progressively turns more and more passionate, his hands finding their way onto your hips, clawing at the clothed skin, desperately trying to feel you. Without pulling away, you bring your knees up to straddle his legs, the new position allowing Peter to feel more of you. Grinding slowly on him, makes him pull away from your kiss to look up at you, his eyes glazed over as he admires you in this state. 

“Please Peter,” you whine, “take off your clothes…please.” 

Climbing off of him, you both undress with haste. You both know that neither of you needs any preparation for this, there’s an unspoken decision that you both need this right now, Peter might not know why, but who is he to turn you down? Wasting no time, you straddle him once again, the heat radiating off of your core makes Peter ache with need. 

Sinking down, you sigh with relief and pleasure, the feeling making you close your eyes and slowly throw your head back. You savor the moment as you open your eyes to look down at your husband, the sight of him making you clench around him. Still looking at him, you place your hands on his shoulders to keep your balance while you pick up the pace. His eyes are hooded, he’s too blissed out to focus on anything but the feeling you’re giving him. 

His heart rate picks up as you lean down to kiss him, a soft peck placed delicately on his lips. “Fuck Peter, do you know how fucking hot you look taking care of our family? You are such an amazing and caring man, I’m so lucky,” praise flows out of your mouth, and all Peter can do is stare up at you, unable to respond in a coherent sentence. But you don’t stop there, “And you feel so good, baby. You make me feel so good.” 

Peter lives and breathes to make you feel good, he’s always known that ever since you first started dating. He not only knew that he loved to make you feel good, but he also knew how. So every time you tell him that he makes you feel good, he can’t get enough of it. The thought of you cumming to him makes him writhe in pleasure.

“Baby, baby, baby…” Peter mumbles, he’s getting close. 

You hold his face in your hands, forcing him to look back up at you, “You gonna cum for me baby? Yeah? Good, because I’m so close Peter.” 

He finishes inside you before you can say another word, the increasing pressure causing you to cum as well. Peter is grabbing onto your hips as he rides through his high, bruises are for sure going to be there in the morning. 

After slowly coming down, you move to get off of Peter, but your legs stop you before you can take a step. Shakes riddle your muscles, exhaustion weighing on your body. Peter immediately notices your weak figure trying to move, the position now becoming uncomfortable. He wraps his arms under your thighs and stands, picking you up in the process. 

You’re limp in his arms as he carries you to the other side of the bed, softly placing you down on the sheets. You quickly sink into them, the fabric cool to the touch. All you can do is sigh, a warm state of bliss washing over your mind. The bed dips as Peter settles himself into bed next to you, a warm hand holding your face as your eyes flutter open, “I meant what I said by the way.”

A stupid grin litters his face, “Yeah, I knew you came. I felt it.”

You giggle and slightly smack his arm, “You’re so stupid…”

He laughs at your response, and the sound of your quiet giggles fills the space. “I love you, bug…so much.”

“I love you,” you hold the back of the hand that’s holding your face, “thank you for being the best husband, and the best dad the girls could ever ask for.” 

Peter studies your face, before pulling you in for what seemed like the thousandth kiss of the night, but you’re not complaining. There’s no hint for more in this kiss, he just kissed you to kiss you; to show how much he loves you. 

In the morning, you’ll wake up and do everything again, well, maybe not ride your husband until you physically can’t walk, but your day will bring you another sense of bliss. The city’s sounds along with the sun will wake the girls up, Peter will make breakfast, you’ll walk to the park, and Peter will probably read another bedtime story. 

--author's note: I'M BACK! hey guys long time no see:) had a blast writing this because i have the most intense baby fever rn, and i love picturing having a family with peter...GUYS KEEP SENDING IN REQUESTS!!!! I LOVE THEM AND I'M WORKING THROUGH THEM RIGHT NOW. please keep showing your writers love by liking, commenting, and reblogging (we love to see that YOU love our stuff). ok, bye ILY!!

#andrew garfield peter parker #peter parker #fluff #marvel #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker #peter parker smut #tasm!peter parker smut

[zwhoreo]

gray moon - luffy x gn!reader

angsty fluff

summary: after luffy cuddles you on a beach for warmth one night, you fall for him. there’s a confession, and a kiss.

Includes… somewhat angsty, the raunchiest this gets is a detailed kiss, sequel is very nsfw and x f!reader

Link to pt 2 :>

words: 2.4k

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It’s cold, freezing cold, white sand crunching with its dusting of frost and nowhere to go but up, along this crystal beach.

Night falls and all of you are terrified by the thought of snow, you’re chilled by the frozen clouds that turn the rising moon gray. But your bones all ache, you won’t make it back like this, your vision blurs and your lack of sleep wears on you and you’ll have to go through the forest to make it back to your ship. You and Nami have instinctively huddled together as you walk but both of you know inside that this will do nothing because the night is too cold. 

“…We can’t go on,” Nami murmurs and it’s lost on the wind, “that forest isn’t gonna be safe tonight.”

It seems like Zoro wants to start a fight over this until he sees Chopper barely able to walk anymore and how he’s almost crying and Zoro seems to know not to say anything, they won’t make it through the forest. This isn’t the time to only care about yourself. 

You’re worried about Luffy, who’s wearing an open shirt with no sleeves and his tanned skin is going white. You tell everyone that maybe it’s best to just build a fire and go to sleep and hope the night is forgiving and dawn will bring thaw. 

So now Zoro has a job as he immediately heads to the forest edge to collect wood, and you all find a place in the sand, Sanji unpacking the food he has left so you’ll all be at least warmed by a hot meal tonight. Nami has walked off to look for something so you go to Luffy and sit down beside him, he does look cold and uncomfortable, you feel for him. But you’re all cold so there’s not much to do. 

You and the rest of the crew have your spirits lifted by food and a fire and thank god that wood is dry, right? Thank god Luffy’s smiling again. You sit around and talk and try to turn your coats into blankets. It’s a fight to get close to the fire, one that you lose, although the light still flickers across your body you’ll still be cold tonight. 

You dig a perfect imprint of your body in the sand, a pillow to rest on, you’re good at this because you’ve had nights like this before. Unplanned journeys to the ship that make you all hate each other a little bit and blame each other and think whose decision was it to walk back so late in the day? but it doesn’t matter now. So you try to cover yourself in your jacket which only barely works. You close your eyes. You think of other things and sleep comes to you eventually, at least. 

Luffy is shocked that it doesn’t for him. 

He’s so tired but there’s no way to get comfortable even by the fire, his eyes stay open as he stares at the unrelentingly gray moon. The fire flickers which makes him panicked and he doesn’t know what to do, laying on his back in the sand, arms around his chest as a shield. Because even facing the fire does nothing for his bare, white arms. He needs something more or he won’t be able to sleep.

So he looks around and sees you, you’re resting to his left away from the fire. You look so fast asleep and Luffy wants that too, he gets jealous. He’s mad at you for looking so unfairly relaxed. But maybe he can have that? If he moves closer?

And you’re drawn from sleep in a way that only lets you feel things, there’s something cold against you, enveloping you, your body’s instinct is to jerk away but suddenly it’s locked in place. Are these hands on your back? Is this another heartbeat? 

Your senses awaken and you realize it’s a body against you, a freezing body crushed into you with a deep tightness and desperation. Fingers grip your back and a face is buried into your neck and all you can see is raven black hair that tickles your lips. It’s Luffy. You’re stilled by surprise, not expecting this at all, but you’re compelled by some primal urge to comfort him as if he’s a child so you wrap your arms around him slowly, because you think he’s finally fallen asleep. You can’t let him back to this world of cold. One hand tracing gentle circles between his shoulder blades and the other tucked into his hair, this becomes warmer for both of you, comfort tugs at your heart and the area between you heats up as if you’re in the fire, this exchange of body heat works blissfully well, you put a leg up over his hips so that no part of him is allowed to be cold anymore. He murmurs and squirms a bit in his sleep but he’s happy which is all that matters. You can feel his smile. 

You sleep soon as even your heart grows warm. 

The night passes quickly now and yes, the morning brings thaw. You wake up with wet, sandy hair and it feels strange not having Luffy in your arms now. It felt natural, somehow. 

You look around and you see everyone packing up, or still sleeping, Luffy’s talking to Usopp on the ground who is still evidently half asleep. You want to approach them but something in your heart is telling you not to, a sort of fear of something that should have been normal, so you turn away, you need to pack up to head back to your ship, through the forest. 

And when you head back you catch Luffy looking at you but you stay back, away from him, blocking yourself with crew members and other conversations. You feel uncomfortable and confused and you don’t know why, you just feel like you don’t want to look at him. And when you reach the ship you don’t celebrate beside him, you just find your cabin because for some reason you want to cry. 

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It’s going to be a long time until the next island because the sea is big. So you have a lot of time to be alone with your thoughts and eventually you come to terms with your feelings for him, the ones that bloomed that night or maybe were just uncovered. This makes you feel terrible because he’s going to reject you, and now you have to live in this wooden prison with your worst fear of a broken heart with nowhere to repair it. Your feelings are so intense, so terrible, you’re in love with him more every day. 

You consider leaving the crew, that’s how bad it is. You can’t stand this. 

And with every day you try to avoid him Luffy only seeks you out more. You sit as far away from his usual seat at the table as you can but he follows you every time and sits nearly on your leg because he has no sense of personal space, which is normally charming but now is pure pain. He tries to talk to you all the time thinking nothing of your cold, one-word replies. You refuse to hug him, that’s what he notices. It makes him visibly sad. You don’t like this at all, but you’re selfish and it would be worse to hug him, it would make the feelings worse. But they get worse anyway. 

You can’t be alone anymore so you decide to tell Nami one night and you end up crying about it, and she laughs at you but seems empathetic at least. She says just tell him, what’s the worst that can happen? And it’s true. Even if he rejects you, he wouldn’t treat you any differently. He’s not normal, there would be no awkwardness from him, he might even forget about it at some point and nothing would change. But still, that doesn’t change your temperament, how you just can’t handle rejection. But Nami shrugs and tells you that you might as well, because she knows you and you’ll do it anyways eventually, may as well get it over with. 

“There’s gotta be a reason he went to sleep with you that night,” Nami says, “it coulda been anyone, it coulda been someone, you know, warmer, no offense.”

“It was just because I was closest.”

“No it wasn’t.”

“I was the first one he saw.”

“Stop being like that!” She crosses her arms. “I know him better than anyone here. I know you have a chance… probably more of one than anyone here. You gotta trust me on this one.”

So you decide you have to. 

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There’s another freezing night, more clouds, another gray moon. It’s perfect because maybe he’ll want to hug you again, or something, and you can make up for your guilt. It’s after dinner and it’s perfect because you catch him sitting alone and looking at the stars beneath the mast. Everyone else has gone inside but you’re left alone with him, so you walk to him and he smiles. 

“[Name]! Hi!” He gets up but you’re already sitting down so he does too, but this time much closer. He stares at you with sparkly eyes and tilts his head when you don’t say hi back. “Dinner was great, huh? Sanji can cook the best-“

“Luffy,” you murmur, interrupting him. 

“Hm?” 

“…uhm… it’s nice out, isn’t it?” You look up as you try to find the moon and avoid his eyes.

“It’s cold.” Luffy looks at you with confusion.

“Yeah… really cold. Guess you’re right. Hey, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

Luffy looks at you blankly, waiting, but you don’t know what to say next. So you just say whatever comes to mind. 

“Luffy… since the first day I met you, you changed my life. I mean, I had never met anyone like you before. You made me see everything differently, I didn’t know someone like you could even exist, you’re the best thing to possibly happen to me. I…”

He’s staring at you blankly, smiling.

“I love you.”

“Oh.” Luffy’s expression doesn’t change at all. “I love you too!” Because he doesn’t understand. 

“No, I mean like… I love you. I’m…” You steal yourself and force your eyes to meet his, you’re about to feel real pain, you know. “I’m in love with you.”

You don’t know if Luffy knows what you mean. You’re about to spell it out for him when he breaks the silence with an “Ohhh…” and then a more awkward silence, one you don’t dare break. 

Until tears prick your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I know you don’t feel the same, I just needed to-“

“Wanna kiss?” Luffy asks simply, tilting his head at you.

“…What?”

“Yeah, let’s kiss!” And he gets up close to you so you can feel his breath on your face. It’s warm and your skin lights on fire. A hand circles to the back of your neck 

“Wait, wait, why? Why are you kissing me?” You murmur to him instinctively closing your eyes.

“Don’t you want to?” His lips hover over yours, he gets even closer, he blinks and his eyelashes flutter over your cheek. “Isn’t this what that means? That you wanna kiss me?”

“…Do you want to?” You’re out of breath.

“Mhm! But I don’t know how. You have to show me,” he says cheerfully, moist breath against your lips with every word.

So you lean forward and cup his face as you kiss him on the mouth, a sensation you never thought you’d get to experience yet dreamed of every night, you keep his lips slightly parted as your hand holds his jawline. You never knew you could feel so relaxed yet so scared, overwhelming feelings from all sides, you can’t breathe again so you pull away a couple inches.

Luffy climbs into your lap to chase your lips. You feel his weight on your legs, you’re caught off guard and have to cling to him for balance, he giggles softly as he kisses your cheek and then returns to your lips, emboldened by knowing how. He sits on you, he’s too heavy but you don’t stop him, instead naturally letting your arms slip over his shoulders, a hand in his hair, the other still on his face. He clutches you so tightly in his arms, like he did that one night, and he’s eager as he attacks your lips with his. 

You decide to blow his mind and slide your tongue against his. He makes a small sound and follows suit with more intensity and force, mouth opening into yours, tongue hitting the roof of your mouth as he begins to drool down your chin. He holds your head in place, kissing with more passion than you thought possible, juicy, loud noises filling the night from just that kiss alone. 

Finally he pulls away but he’s still so close. He wipes his mouth and gazes into your eyes. “That was fun!” he says simply, and you have no idea what to say, you just lean into his arms and let the tears flow down your cheeks. 

He doesn’t understand why you’re crying, or probably what just happened at all, but he holds you tightly. This feels different than his normal hugs. This is more. 

“Do you feel the same way, then?” you whisper, afraid of any answer. 

“Mm, I think so…” he says so quietly, smiling widely, eyes turned down towards you, “I don’t know much about this, but the kiss felt good. I’ve always wanted to try kissing someone, everyone told me it was fun.”

You stay there like that for a few minutes, in each other’s arms, the wind stilling over the water and the ship swaying almost imperceptibly now, the moon still gray with clouds as the night grows deeper. You feel safe. You feel loved. 

“Do you want to kiss again?” you say finally, meeting Luffy’s eyes once more. 

“Yeah.” And he shoves his body into yours, wrestling you to the deck, his lips meeting yours again. It’s familiar now. He whispers into your mouth, “it feels so right… to kiss you…”

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[damn-stark]

Chapter 33 Where’s my mind?

Chapter 33 of Cherry

A/N: sorry?

Warning- Angst, swearing, fluff?, mentions of death, and violence and ptsd, suggest nfsw, cliffhanger

Takes place during- The final chapters special 2

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

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*A COUPLE MONTHS LATER. MARLEY*

“A punishment must be imposed! They are from Paradise!”

“They helped save humanity! We are alive because of them! They deserve to be honored Marleyeans!”

They’ve been arguing over the same thing for the past couple of months, the battle between Titans and humanity ended and the first thing they focus on is whether they should punish every remaining Eldian, or honor you as the heroes you are. It’s a stupid fight, a childish argument that’s taken too long to discuss.

Besides Marleyan and Eldian? Does it matter now that Titans are extinct?

No, so their answer should be simple. If they don’t want to accept that it was because of you that their hearts are beating and their lungs are taking in another breath, then they're the real monsters.

Then again you don’t really care what they call you anymore, you don’t care if they continue to argue for the rest of their lifetimes. You don’t care if you’re celebrated and honored, you can’t care about much as of late. It’s weird, isn’t it?

All you can care about, all that matters is if they’ll choose a punishment or not. You just need to know if they want to lock you back up in their stupid underground cells or not, because you can’t go back there, you can't let them touch you again. You can’t.

The doctor that would perform all the experiments on you is dead, you killed him with your own hands, but there’s still more like him. You can’t go through that again and see their smug faces as they overpower you, a strong soldier. A soldier who kept their strength even after the Titans died. You can’t be trapped in the dark again, you can’t be hit and chased. You can’t. No, no…

…It’s happening again. The shortness of breath, racing heart, and panicked mind trigger the bad memories to flash and grow loud until the point you can’t hear what’s around you, you feel your body stiffen and everything go numb, even that once racing mind. It’s like you’re isolated, and feeling your own time slow down.

You need to collect yourself and focus.

Focus on Jean sitting beside you barely paying attention to what people are saying. Focus on the fact that you’re free right now, that you’re surrounded by your friends who wouldn’t let your worst fear come true. Focus…

Focus.

Yet as try to catch your breath the door opens and that doctor walks in. That same doctor who would hurt you, the same one you killed. He’s walking in….

“No, no, no,” you mouth under your breath and sit back as you grip onto the table's surface in front of you and squeeze your eyes shut.

When you open them again the doctor is gone and you notice that it was actually a woman. Your mind just tricked you…

Fuck. Damn it.

You loosen your grip on the table and stand up abruptly to walk out.

“Y/N?” Jean whispers.

“Outside,” you quickly throw out and slip past your friends watching you leave with concern.

But you can’t help it. You try to be better, but ever since the war ended your days have become longer as it’s filled with whatever tranquility means now; nothing. You have nothing to do now that you don’t have to fight, so those nightmares have turned into actual torture during some unexpected parts of your days.

They say it’ll go away, but it’s been months and you’ve gotten worse. You feel yourself getting worse, it’s why…well, it’s why you’ve come up with an important decision in your life. Something you can’t imagine will go well for one person in particular, but you have to make it. You just can’t handle what you’re suffering through whilst staying here.

Who knows if making your decision will make anything better, but you can’t even catch your breath when you’re outside. You can’t…you can’t find beauty in anything like you used to. It’s all so dull and bleak, so ugly. So you hope making that decision will help. It has to. Plus you're not only making it for you, but for a promise you made Eren…

Eren…who sacrificed so much, but you’re here unable to breathe and mad at the world. You're unable to find any motivation to seek the life you can now have, the life you want.

He’d be so mad and annoyed…Tsk.

You proceed to drop your head and notice your heartbeat calming down, and your breaths go in and out normally. Your mind still doesn’t let go of those bad memories, but you slowly push them back and just bask in the silence. For a while anyway.

“Cherry.”

You quickly turn around and see Levi approaching you on his feet. “You need to be on that chair,” you scold him.

Levi rolls his eyes. “I can’t stand sitting down all damn day,” he snaps back.

You don’t argue, instead, you skip over and plop yourself on his wheelchair. “Well when you’re not using it don’t haul it around, you look insane pushing nothing around.” You snicker.

“Tsk. Aren't you supposed to be inside listening?”

“Aren't you?” You retort and sit back before you begin kicking your feet back and forth as he begins to push you away from the meeting tent.

“We should find a hill so you can push me down it on this thing,” you suggest lightheartedly.

Levi scoffs. “Yeah and see you die when you fall off the damn thing,” he counters.

You chuckle softly and begin to fiddle with your fingers before you blurt out your trouble. “I’m thinking of going back to Paradise.” You swallow thickly and shut your eyes as you expect an angry protest.

After all, you’ve lived with this nagging fear that either of you could die when the Titans existed, and when the war was ramped. So now that things have calmed down and you don’t have such a nagging feeling poisoning your mind, you can finally live together with ease.

“When are you guys planning to leave?” He asks nonchalantly. He doesn’t sound upset, he doesn’t stop pushing you in his wheelchair either, and he sounds like what you said didn’t bother him.

It’s good. You need that. You want that from Jean too.

“No, just me,” you correct him. “I'm planning to leave alone. I don’t want to pull him away from this, it’s hard but he likes doing this. And I can’t stay here anymore, I just…need to get away from here. I need to…find myself, I don’t know,” you mumble and keep looking at your hands.

Levi finally stops moving the wheelchair and lets out a deep breath. You expect some protest, something that will make you feel bad.

“All right,” he says in comprehension and catches you off guard. Even though it shouldn’t, he’s accepting, he tries to understand even if sometimes that does come late.

“I mean I know you’re not asking for permission,” he continues. “But I think it’s the right thing for you.”

Your eyes well with tears and you can’t help but let a soft smile tug on your lips.

“I’ve just seen you struggling here, returning might be nice. And you won’t be alone, Mikasa is there, as well as Historia.”

You hum. “I know. I’ve written to them both, Mikasa says she has a room in her apartment. And Historia is working towards my pardon.”

Levi stays quiet for a moment before he interjects. “So is this more of a goodbye?”

You shake your head and look up at the bland land ahead ruined by the rumbling. “No, I’ve been indecisive. I don’t want to leave Jean behind, or you.”

“You don’t worry about me,” Levi quickly rebuttals. “Nor do you need to worry about him. Worry about yourself, that’s all that matters. If he can’t accept your choice in the right way that you deserve then he’s not right is he?”

You frown and try to defend him. “It’s not that, he’s just you know…protective, he’s headstrong, and stubborn.”

“Well, regardless,” Levi sighs. “He needs to accept your choice. Is that why you’re holding back from deciding?”

You hesitate but nod since you still continue to be a terrible liar. “Yeah,” you whisper and lift your head, managing to catch a group of young adults to the far right side of you glancing over here and murmuring to each other.

“Then stop,” he says sharply. “He’s just your boyfriend. If he loves you he’ll understand.”

You slowly peer back and flash Levi a smile. “What is this? Love advice? And you’re good at it. You sound like Pieck.” You giggle.

“I'm good at a lot of things,” Levi mutters and averts his gaze. “And I did raise a girl, so it was required.”

You chuckle. “20 years late.”

“Whatever.”

You face ahead again and sit back with an amused smile on your face and with this sense of relief comforting your hesitation and fear over telling Jean. You also feel a bit of bliss that Levi accepted without causing an argument or protesting.

However, that simple bliss vanishes away quickly as you see that same group looking over here and pointing as they smile and laugh, and instead an unfamiliar raging anger replaces it.

“You’ve got a fucking problem!” You snap at the group and hastily push yourself off the chair.

“Cherry,” Levi tries to calm you down, but you storm towards the group of men before he can even lift his hand.

“Yeah, you!” You sneer and point your chin at the main man who had been gawking like a schoolgirl. “You have a fucking problem!”

The blond man puffs out his chest and his friends grow quiet, but you see their smiles trying to peek through their serious demeanor.

“Nothing,” the blond man brushes you off. “Just talkin’.”

You huff out and shoot him a glare before you roll your eyes and turn away. You’re about to join Levi again, but then one of his friends mutters under his breath.

“Eldian—”

You don’t let him finish, you spin around and charge at the friend to grab him by the collar. “Say it!” You seethe and shove him back on the ground. “I saved your fucking life! So say it you fucking cunt. Say it!” You stomp over there and want to throw a punch, but then arms wrap around you and you’re getting pulled back.

“Relax, relax, just ignore them,” Jean tries to calm you down.

You squirm in his hold and point at the guy. “Say it!” You bellow between your heaving.

The guy's friends help him, and their teasing smiles and puffed chests are gone now. They look at you with disbelief and disgust.

“Just leave it,” Jean whispers in your ear.

You continue to burn your glare into them until Jean manages to turn you around to face Levi and the rest of your friends watching with concern.

“Just breathe,” Jean whispers. “Breathe.”

You drop your gaze and feel pissed that he pulled you away, but you don’t argue, you just do as he says and begin to realize that you let your anger get to you again.

You tried to fight it and not escalate to such an extreme, but this blinding anger is something so new. You’ve never felt it to such an extreme in your life. It’s so overwhelming that you can’t help but get lost in it. And you never realize how you’ve reacted until after.

“I’m okay,” you huff out even though you haven’t gotten to actually being okay with it yet. He just won’t let go until you say it. “I’m calm.”

Jean slowly lets go of you and walks around to face you. “What was that?” He asks.

You lift your gaze and meet Levi’s gaze, and you both know that what you want is the right thing to do.

“It was…nothing,” you brush Jean off and meet his concerned-filled gaze. “Just facing ungrateful people.”

Jean grabs your shoulders and leans in closer. “Well, sweetheart, they barely tolerate us as it is, so just look the other way okay? It’s hard I know, but please.”

The corner of your lips twitch to a smile and you lift your hand to caress his cheek. “The role of leader still suits you well.” You flatter him.

Jean holds your gaze and his eyes squint to try and read you, but he doesn’t take long because he accepts this as your defeat and strokes your chin. “Come on, we're done for today. Let’s go get ready for our date, yeah?” He smirks.

You hum and offer him a feigned smile before he goes to your side and throws his arm around your shoulders to begin dragging you with him and your friends.

“You okay?” Connie asks you.

You meet his curious gaze and nod stiffly. “I’m good. Don’t worry about me.” You shoot him a smile and pull away from Jean to rush over and push Levi’s wheelchair now that he’s sat down.

“Tell him,” Levi whispers with certainty so you know that he fully agrees with your plan. Now more than ever.

“I will,” you sigh and drop your head. “I will.”

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*LATER THAT NIGHT*

The date went on like the previous ones, short, and unmemorable at least to you. You try to have fun like you would before, you try to laugh and make him laugh. You try to be your best and forget all your burdens for that moment, but it's a heavy weight so the date was short and it ended up the same, with you under him trying to at least feel something during your night of passion.

But you just mostly please him.

Can’t he see though? Can’t he see that you’re not really there, that you’re like a ghost?

Then again you don’t want him to see you, you want to be okay. And you don’t want him to treat you any more differently than he already is. So you don’t try to let him see, you play your part as best as you can. You let him leave a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck, you try to help him pull your panties down to your ankles, and gasp as you feel his kisses travel further down your body.

Do you feel pleasured though?

No. No matter how you try you can’t feel that same warmth in your stomach, you can’t feel eager or desperate to have him already be inside you. You just play a part. And he doesn’t notice.

Or at least he didn’t until now.

“Y/N?”

You snap your eyes down and watch him drag himself over to face you. “What’s wrong?”

Perhaps it was the need to tell him that you want to leave that gave it away this time. You can’t stop thinking about when you’ll tell him, or how you will, and how he will react.

“Yeah,” you lie and nod softly. “Sorry, I was lost in the moment.” You offer him a soft smile and he looks into your eyes, making you grin and grab his face. “Keep going, or I will flip you around.” You giggle.

Jean leans closer to your lips and parts his own lips, but he doesn’t commit the act of kissing you, so you lean forward and capture his lips with yours to try and make him feel that burning desire again. You don’t even seek an invitation to shove your tongue past his lips.

However, before you can deepen the gesture he rips himself away and sits up. You follow him and see him drop his head and frown down at his hands, so you pull your panties up and lean towards him to grab his arm.

“Jean, what’s wrong?” You ask cluelessly on purpose.

Said man mutters, “you tell me….do you not love me anymore?”

You gasp and grab his face to turn his head so he can face you. “Why would you say that? Of course, I do! I love you.” That’s the truth. The only truth you’ve said.

“Then how come it doesn’t feel like it? How come right now I don’t feel like you’re happy or like I’m pleasing you,” he argues and slowly narrows his glossy eyes. “Tell me, be honest.”

“I love you,” you assure him. “I love you. I am in love with you. You’re my everything, you’re my best friend and the love of my life. I love you. I can’t live without you.”

Jean holds your gaze and draws in a deep breath before he drops his gaze and nods slowly as he lets it out. “Then,” he continues in a quiet voice. “What’s wrong? I just feel like you’re not here sometimes, and when you are you pull stunts like the one earlier.”

You swallow thickly and stiffen as you get proven wrong about him not seeing you.

“So tell me,” he whispers and lifts his eyes to meet yours with a pleading and hurt look. “Is it this war ending? Because it’s hard I know. But we get to be happy now, we can’t change what happened to humanity.”

You nod softly. “I know that,” you whisper.

“Then?” Jean presses and grabs your cheek so you can hold his gaze. “Is it Eren? You guys were close—”

“No,” you cut him off softly. “It’s not Eren. I'm grieving Eren pretty well, I’m used to losing friends, so I can deal with it.”

Jean exhales and keeps pressing. “Then?”

You can’t tell him. This is not how you’re supposed to tell him. But he’s giving you an opening. The moment is here and you don’t have to squirm and try to encourage yourself to bring up the subject.

It’s here. Do it…

Do it!

“I,” you utter nervously. “I…I’m thinking about—no, I’m going back home,” you finally spill out.

“What?” Jean chuckles and slowly lets your cheek go, making you begin to fiddle with your fingers.

“I’ve thought about it,” you continue to explain without meeting his gaze. “And I’m going to do it. I’ve already let Mikasa and Historia know, they’re going to help me, and I’m going to go find myself again. I’m going to get better.”

“Find yourself?” Jean mumbles in disbelief. “What? What the fuck does that mean?”

You blink and steal a glimpse at him, noticing how bothered he’s beginning to look. However, you continue. “I need to go back home to heal. I can’t do that here. And I miss home. I miss it every day, and there’s a promise I need to keep for Eren. I can’t do that from here.”

Jean nods softly and snaps his eyes up to meet your gaze. “Okay, so when do we leave?”

You swallow back nervously and exhale deeply. “No,” you break it to him. “You’re not coming with me. I’m going back home alone.”

Jean's eyebrows furrow and he lets out a nervous laugh before he shakes his head. “No,” he stammers. “You’re not. Levi—”

“Is okay with it;” You assure him. “We talked, and he agrees that I should leave.”

Jean shakes his head again. “No,” he repeats. “No.”

“Jean,” you whisper and grab his hand. “I need to do this on my own, and besides maybe you can find someone else here,” you share with no ounce of pain, and that hurt him—“you can experience more of life now. You know? And who knows maybe, after this work takes you back home, maybe we can rekindle what we had.”

Jean pulls back and looks at you horrified. “Rekindle? Y/N, we’re supposed to get married. I love you. And you love me. So why-why are you saying this crap? Why are you pushing me away?”

It feels so much easier now. Even if you see him hurting it all feels so much easier to say.

“Because I need to do this on my own,” you tell him. “Because even if I love you, I know that having you there with me will only hold me back. Not because you’re a nuance, but because you’re my comfort, and in order to heal I need to not stay stuck where I am. Do you understand?”

Jean parts his lips but he just gapes like a fish before he drags himself out of bed.

“Jean?” You ask for clarification. “What are you doing?”

Jean begins to change back into his clothes and snaps back coldly. “Just think about what you’re saying. All this crap is stupid. So just think about it.”

You slide off the bed and grab his arm. “No,” you protest. “No. This is what I feel, I have been okay with it for a long time. I just didn’t want to break it to you because I knew you’d react this way.”

“How else do you expect me to react y/n?” He spats. “Do you want me to pat your back and say I’m happy you’re breaking my heart?!”

“Yes…No!” you quickly snap back and pull him to you. “No. I want you to be okay with it because you love me. I know it sounds crazy, but I can’t stay here. I can’t. It hurts too much, I need you to understand that.”

Jean huffs and grabs your wrists to pull you close. “Then tell me. If it’s about what happened at Marley then tell me. Please, my love. Baby. Don’t leave.”

“Jean,” you mutter with your annoyance growing at an unexpected rate that even catches you off guard. “Just listen to me!”

Jean freezes and steps back.

“Just,” you heave. “Listen.”

Jeans takes heavy breaths and his eyebrows slowly furrow as his mouth curls.

“I have to leave, don’t make this hard. It’s not supposed to be hard,” you cry between anger and anguish.

Jean scoffs and steps back to finish changing, you try to stop him but he pushes your hands away and takes a big step back. “No. No! Just leave then, if that’s what you want,” he hisses. “Then leave. I don’t care.” He turns around and storms out leaving you to look at the door frantically and in disbelief.

Yet it doesn’t change your mind, it just aches more that’s all, especially because he left you alone in the room. Which sounds pretty pathetic as someone who's already afraid of the dark, but you can’t help it, now you’re afraid to sleep alone, so you quickly change and find Levi. Luckily he’s awake too.

“What’s the matter?” He asks.

You meet his gaze and tears immediately begin to roll down your cheeks. “I told him,” your voice breaks. “He left.”

Levi exhales deeply and points at the edge of his empty bed. “Sit,” he commands.

You walk in and do as he says.

“You did what you had to do for yourself,” he adds softly. “Jean is a stubborn and hard-headed guy, but he’ll come around and if he doesn’t then that’s his fault.”

You blink repeatedly to push away your tears and respond in a quivering voice. “I yelled at him…I never do that. I was so angry that I was scared of myself,” you whimper. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Levi’s breath catches and he wastes no time walking over to sit beside you. “It’s not your fault. You’re just…” he sighs deeply. “Traumatized. It’s why if you want to go with no baggage then do it. Just choose what’s right for you, if it’s a mistake then learn to live with it.”

You slowly lift your watery gaze and look at him with a trembling lip. “Why don’t you go with me?” You ask. “We can go back home for a while. And then go back above ground.”

Levi averts his gaze and murmurs. “Cherry…it’s not my turn yet. But I will go back home when it’s time for me. You understand?”

It’s hard to grasp but you don’t argue. “Yeah,” you whisper with disappointment even if you had known the answer prior to asking.

“Now,” he whispers and pats the spot behind him. “Sleep. You look bad with those eyebags on your face.”

You muster a breathless laugh and drag yourself back to lie down and just stare at the ceiling. “I don’t sleep,” you share. “At least not anymore. So I guess I’m like you.”

Levi scoffs and gets up to sit back on his desk chair. “Aren’t we a pair?” He chuckles softly.

You watch the ceiling and sigh deeply as you dread leaving only because of the explanations and goodbyes you’ll need to give. You want them to be simple, and they probably all will, but will he want to say goodbye?

You hope and hope. And keep on hoping, but every day that week that leads to your final day, Jean never comes up to talk to you, he avoids you, he doesn't even have lunch if you’re there too. He's acting childish and you understand why.

It doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though. It doesn’t mean you don’t want to talk to him. But when that day comes for you to leave, for you to pack up your stuff you remain distant like never before. You don’t want to make him any angrier than he already is, so you avoid talking to him first.

You’ll say goodbye, but if he doesn’t want to speak about it you can’t force him. Maybe you’ll write to him when you get home, or a year from now when you’ve begun to heal.

Nevertheless, just as you are packing someone walks into your room.

“I’m almost done Levi,” you mutter without looking since you know you’re late. “Just wait okay?”

“Y/N,” you hear Jean utter.

You drop what you have in your hand and spin around to face him in disbelief. “Jean,” you whisper.

Said man holds your gaze as he heaves. “Don’t,” he says between his heavy breaths. “Don’t go.”

You drop your gaze and sigh deeply. “Jean,” you murmur displeased. “I told you I can’t.”

His footsteps approach and before you know it his hands fall on your cheeks and he lifts your head so you can face him. “Please,” he pleads. “Please, don’t go.”

You grab his hands and look at him with glossy eyes and discomfort as you have no choice but to give him reasons why you can’t live here a day longer. “I can’t stay, Jean! I can’t physically be here another day. Do you know that every day since you left I’ve gone to sleep with Levi because I’m terrified that someone from Marley is going to come to get me? I can’t walk down the street without looking over my shoulder every few minutes. I wouldn't even do that underground,” you cry and step back to hold your hands together as you feel them begin to shake.

“I don’t sleep,” you continue and meet his gaze with tears rolling down your cheeks. “I don’t eat. I can’t stand being alone, I’m angry, and I’m not an overly angry person, Jean. I’m terrified…absolutely terrified of going back, so much so that I carry…I…carry something that will end my life in a matter of seconds. That’s not okay. It’s not, I’m not okay.” You exclaim and watch him shake his head with his eyes filled with tears of pity and guilt, whilst also looking upset.

“And do you think I have it any better?” He argues. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now that it’s all over. So it’s not easy for me either, we can heal together. Just let me come with you, or stay.”

You shut your eyes and draw out a deep frustrated breath before you open your eyes and close the gap to grab his hands. “Jean, I can’t do this with you. I need to do it alone. Please understand. I love you, I’m in love with you. I will always love you, but please let me go. You love me so please let me go.”

Jean holds your gaze for a moment before he sniffles and nods softly in comprehension before he walks away, throwing away any chance at a good goodbye.

But you expected his goodbye, so you save your tears for later, wipe the current ones still rolling down your cheeks, and finish packing to finally head out. And of course, Jean is missing from the lineup, but everyone else is here.

“Could you look after my mom?” Connie comes up to you first.

You nod. “Of course I will,” you assure him and grab his shoulder to entrust something to him too. “Look out for him please.”

Connie doesn’t hesitate to nod, making you smile and step forward to embrace him tightly. “I’ll see you. Take care okay? I’ll write.”

“You better,” he quips. “And don’t be going around being stupid.”

You laugh and nod before you pull back and pat his cheek before you move on to Armin. “Keep fighting, a bit longer okay?”

Armin nods softly. “I will. And you…will look out for Mikasa?”

You smile and nod. “Of course I will. I promised I would.”

Armin is the one to give you a hug first, letting you let out a deep sigh as you slowly hug him back.

“He’ll come around,” he tries to assure you. “Just give him time.”

“I hope,” you whisper and rub his back before you pull away.

“Here,” he adds and shows off a letter. “It’s for Mikasa. Could you give it to her?”

You take the letter and secure it in your bag. “Right as I get down,” you assure him lightheartedly and step down the line to face Annie and Reiner.

And even if you’ve forgiven Annie, things are still awkward, and Reiner…well you still can’t forgive him or face him so you simply offer them something short. “Goodbye, you two. I’ll see ya.”

Reiner nods and steps forward as he raises his arms, but you quickly swerve his attempt at an embrace and face Pieck last.

“Goodbye, my friend. I will write because I do enjoy your company,” you let her know with a soft smile. “So expect them and write back.”

Pieck smiles and nods. “I will,” she says. “So I will expect them too.”

You shoot her a grin before you give each other a short embrace because in truth over the past couple of months, you’ve been together, you’ve gotten very close, especially because you didn’t have Mikasa, and Sasha is gone…so you became friends with her. And you’re happy you are.

Now, nevertheless, Levi is left, and you can’t embrace him like you want to because of his wounds, but you try your best with what you have.

“I love you,” you mumble. “I’ll write often, so I apologize in advance. And please write back or I will worry.”

Levi huffs. “Of course I will. I want to hear from you too,” he says softly as he caresses your back. “I want to see pictures. With that fancy thing, you took.”

You giggle and nod. “I definitely will take pictures.” You squeeze him a bit and inhale deeply to not forget his smell. “I’ll miss you.”

Levi hums. “I will too, but I’ll write, okay?”

You nod and pull back to face him with your eyes gleaming with tears. “Bye, Levi.”

“Bye, Cherry…I love you.”

You grin and feel content to leave with those three wonderful words. Yet you still look around for Jean when you ascend the ship, and find him leaning against a pole in the distance with his eyebrows furrowed and his frown deeply formed. He’s not happy but he’s there, so you’re content. You leave content.

——

*1 YEAR LATER*

To, Levi,

Today was a good day. I went out today, past the city and into the forest. You know the one by the old Survey Corps Headquarters? The one we arrived at when we first got above ground? Yeah, that one.

I didn’t realize how much I missed exploring. But, it was hard. Not because I got tired of walking, but I couldn’t make myself walk to that special tree. I couldn’t find the beauty in the simple things like the colored autumn leaves decorating the earth. I couldn’t see the colors as brightly as I used to, no matter how much I tried. No matter how many hours I spent waiting for my body to move.

I got so angry with myself, it’s so frustrating, I just want to see the world as I used to. I fell and cried until I couldn’t shed another tear. It got late when I could finally make myself walk away, so I camped in the ruins of our old headquarters. I can still remember all of them. I hear them in my memories. They can rest now, all of them.

Nonetheless, there’s an upside to my depressing exploration, my therapist says that it was a step in the right direction. Going back. He says that everything happens slowly, so please don’t worry. I’ll go again. I’ll make it to that tree. My nightmares will subside. The trauma I live with won’t be forgotten, he says, but it will hurt less. I will see all those colors rush back into my eyes, I will smell all those earthy smells, and find beauty in the birds melody.

Everything heals in time, I know I will. I have faith now. So don’t worry, okay? And please don’t tell anyone what I write, especially not Jean. I don’t want anyone to worry. Thank you again for listening…reading! My letters!

I should let you know though, I won’t be keeping you posted on my problems. I don’t want to dump all my shit on you. Just know I’m trying okay? I really am. That’s why I came back home, not only because I couldn’t handle being in Marley.

Anyway! You! Tell me more about this new Marleyan General! Are they good-looking? From what you’ve written they’re one of the nice ones. You should get to know them better, maybe invite them to some tea without the prying ears of your children. Haha. Get it? Making friends is a good thing, I am! I hope you’re doing well, tell me if you need anything, tea, pain reliever. I love you so much. I’ll wait for your next update.

Maybe let me know how Jean is doing. Okay?

Yours truly, Cherry.

P.S. Was it you who gifted me the kitten? Mikasa gave her to me and said she was only a delivery girl. No matter how much I asked my beloved cousin to spill who the sender was she chooses to be fucking true to her word of silence.

BUT P.S.S. We’re going underground soon, I’m taking Mikasa to go see it for herself, and I want to finally start helping, so I need to return to our roots first. Oh! and I’ve found land to buy. Cool right? You’ll have to come over and find out where it is though.

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“Come on,” you encourage Mikasa inside a long-standing cantina you would go to often with Levi and the others when you were young.

It’s rundown, but it’s always looked that way considering it’s underground. From an outside perspective, it doesn’t look friendly, and sometimes people aren’t, but it’s home. You felt that the moment you walked in and heard the folk music being played on stage, as you saw the people minding their business around the bar, tables, and on the dance floor dancing without a worry. It doesn’t smell the best, but it’s an odd comfort after being away and missing the underground for so long.

“If you mind your business, and don’t look for trouble, we’ll be fine,” you let Mikasa know as you stop at an available table in a far corner of the cantina.

“Levi would bring you here?” Mikasa asks as she sits next to you to keep a watchful eye.

You smile softly and nod. “Yep, as long as he wasn’t workin’ he’d take me with him everywhere, he felt better that way.”

Mikasa nods and drags her cup towards her as she keeps her eyes dancing around the room.

“Relax,” you try to comfort her. “We’ll be okay.”

Mikasa glances at you, and it's at that moment that her eyes aren’t darting around the room that a tall guy with a black buzz cut begins walking to your table.

“12 o’clock,” you warn Mikasa with a faint amused smile.

Your cousin's grey eyes snap over in that direction, and the guy doesn’t falter. As he gets closer you see he looks not much older than you, he’s probably a standard built, but it also means he’s not from here, or he’s rich so he can afford food here. His eyes are the same color as yours, and his eyebrows are black and thick. He’s even got this cocky look on his face as he approaches the table.

“It looks mighty lonely over here,” the guy breaks the silence and reveals a soft-spoken voice.

“Yeah, we like it that way,” you cut off any attempts at a friendly conversation. “So please go.”

The guy meets your gaze and then glances at Mikasa. “First,” he says. “You wanna dance, miss?”

Your eyes snap to Mikasa and a teasing smile tugs on your face. “Yes, she does,” you don’t let her answer and push her off her chair.

Mikasa glares back and you offer her an innocent shrug.

“Just one dance and then I want her back or I’ll break your face,” you threaten the cocky guy.

“Alright,” the guy chuckles and leads a hesitant Mikasa to the dance floor to dance to the upbeat folk song playing. Now you’re alone but you don’t mind, not here, not at this moment. You actually watch Mikasa dance with a beaming smile.

That is until a tall woman sits next to you.

You ignore her and keep your eyes on Mikasa and the guy dancing with her.

“You around here?” The woman asks.

You sigh and mutter to the stale air. “Doesn’t matter does it?”

The woman lets out a soft chuckle and leans over the table so her face is clearer to you. “No matter how much people hide it you can always hear the accent. I can hear yours.”

You snap your eyes to her and the first thing you notice is her eyes that are the same colors as that guy that took Mikasa to dance. However, where his eyes carried a spark, the woman’s eyes carry evil and a spark of familiarity.

“What do you want?” You sneer.

The lady offers you a smug smirk and raises her chin to exert her confidence. “I came to introduce myself, I’m Marie. Your mother.”

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[antevault]

joel sees martyn standing frozen at the edge of the battlefield. a wither and a warden have rampaged the land and the threat is very much still alive, but it’s so much. too much to process all at once. the sounds and screams and blood and wither rose petals scattered across the rubble— it’s a cacophony, and martyn is trapped Watching.

but joel sees him. joel cries out.

“Martyn— stay away, Martyn! We can’t lose another person!”

martyn can’t listen. joel maneuvers himself between martyn and the wither until the death blow is dealt and the danger passes.

grian and etho recount the tale. they laugh. they laugh. all of them, while martyn stands numb with shock and thinks of a chest with three bones inside and nothing more. nothing ever again.

all that remains of his fellow reds are grayed out names on a tab list.

martyn closes his eyes and makes a silent promise.

+

joel is no fool. he loves lizzy but her decision to ostracize herself and make enemies spelled doom long ago. meanwhile, joel has done what he rarely ever succeeds in: making allies that last longer than a few days in this wretched place. scar turned on him the moment he fell from grace in last life. etho’s attachment was artificial from the beginning in double life. the bad boys were a true bond, though he knew better, even then, than to ever trust grian completely. and jimmy—

—he can’t think about jimmy.

now, he has the mounders. pearl, and bdubs, and… mumbo. right. someone should go back to his base, collect his things before the scavengers come sniffing about. make a memorial, maybe. sideways. he’d like that.

but that just leaves pearl and bdubs, and joel can feel their eyes prickling the back of his neck. waiting. watching. an opportunity is all it will take for them to turn; pearl made her preferences clear, and joel can’t grudge her for it. he was a late addition to the mounders, after all. but that still leaves him cast out and alone in a server full of paranoid lunatics armed to the teeth.

he couldn’t let martyn join the ranks of the dead. it was too much. one more roll of thunder may have split joel’s mind like overripe watermelon and left him dripping and scattered all over the server.

maybe— maybe there’s room, up in that doghouse, for an ally. maybe martyn will take him in and let him rest somewhere he won’t have to keep one eye open. martyn could surely use the extra protection as he adjusts to being the only red for the first time in his existence.

joel has felt that sting before.

and stray dogs stick together.

#please tell me if i need to add any tags; i don’t know the expected ettiquette for this fandom! #traffic smp #secret life smp #secret life 6 spoilers #secret life session 6 #secret life session 6 spoilers #martyn itlw #martyn inthelittlewood #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #antevault.txt #hiiii i had to put this somewhere or my brain would Explode. enjoy ficlet as a treat #anyway. (scuttles back into my little hidey-hole for 100 years) #the hits

[iamcalmdammit]

Being sick || [John Price x reader]

Note: I loved John and the reader's chemistry in Four so here you go. This is the result of me suffering from goddamn covid myself.

Price hated to wake up without you by his side, especially when he was at home. After your date night on the previous day, he thought you could spend the morning in bed together, enjoying your short alone time. But when he woke up and turned to your side, he found the empty spot where you'd been when he fell asleep.

So he put on a shirt and began his short trip around the house to see where you were. In a matter of minutes he found you in the living room downstairs, cozily tucked under a fluffy blanket on the couch and reading a book in the silence the neighborhood provided so early in the morning.

"Lucas is with my parents and you don't use this opportunity to get some extra sleep?" he asked with a smile when he entered the room.

"I don't feel too well," you replied hoarsely as you closed the book and looked up at him. "I didn't want to wake you up with my coughing."

A worried expression replaced the loving smile the moment he heard you talk. "What's wrong?" He kneeled on the couch next to you and quickly checked your temperature by putting the back of his hand on your forehead. "Okay, you have a fever, you're going back to bed," he instructed before putting away the book and the blanket then reaching out to help you up.

But you pushed his hand away and stubbornly said, "I'm fine."

"You're not," Price told you when you started coughing. "Come on, I'll make you tea and bring something to bring down the fever along with a covid test."

"John."

Shaking his head, he simply scooped you up and began to walk towards the stairs with you. "This is not an argument you can win," he said with a know-it-all smirk.

"Ugh, fine."

"I hate it when you're being this difficult."

"I just can't be sick."

"You absolutely can." When you reached the bedroom and he gently lowered you on the bed, he sat down next to you and swept your hair out of your face. "Look, I can take care of you and myself just fine, and I'll ask my parents if Lucas can stay with them for a few more days."

Rolling your eyes, you looked at the ceiling. "I never said you can't take care of me," you murmured.

"You didn't have to," he informed you with a smile before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

"Hey, you're gonna catch whatever it is," you warned as you pushed him away.

Laughing, he stood up and held up his hands. "We live in the same house, I slept next to you last night, so I think I'd catch it eventually anyway. But fine, I'll give you space."

Ten minutes later Price returned with a tray in his hand that he settled on the bed next to you then sat down. "I'll put the tea on the nightstand because it's still hot. Here's a glass of water and some meds for the fever," he went on, giving you both. "And it's a good thing I stocked up because here's a covid test kit and a pill for your throat too."

"Doomsday prepper," you joked with a smile before taking the pill.

"All right," he began once he took the half empty glass from you and put it on the nightstand next to the steaming mug of tea. "Let's do the test. I brought myself one too so we'll see," he said, opening the boxes and neatly placing each item in front of you and himself.

Watching him with an amused smile, you leaned back against the headboard. "I can use a test, you know, I'm not dying yet."

"But I want you to rest."

At this point you gave up and decided not to force him. Price was glad you made this decision because he was too worried to deal with that. About ten minutes later you were both just sitting there on the bed, holding hands as you watched the two test panels.

It was you who broke the silence with your coughing fits every now and then until you said, "I was happier when it was my pregnancy test that became positive."

"Well, we're fucked. Let's hope I get away with it without symptoms so I can help you more," Price told you then began to collect the remains of the kit on the tray.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Price, it was probably how much he adored you since the day you met on a mission seven years ago. He was smitten, he knew that. Kate and Kyle often teased him about this, especially when they overheard parts of his conversations with you.

So now that you were sick, he was ready to spend the next few days taking care of you, just like you'd do if the roles were reversed. Once he took the tray back to the kitchen, he made himself a coffee then returned to the bedroom to lie down next to you.

With his legs pulled up, he dialed his mother's number and put it on speaker so you could also hear it. "Hi, Mom," he greeted her. "Look, can you get Lucas and yourselves a covid test?" His mother was surprised to hear it and her surprise disappeared the moment she put the pieces together. "Yeah, both of ours were positive so I just want to know if he's okay," he explained and his mother promised to do what he wanted. "Okay, thanks, Mom."

"Can we talk to him?" you asked worriedly, but she immediately explained that your father-in-law took him to the playground that morning. "Oh, okay."

"Call us if you know anything, okay?" Price asked then ended the call after a positive response. "I hope he didn't catch it," he said.

You watched him with an amused smile on your lips and he had no idea what it was for. "I love it when you're like this," you suddenly told him.

"Like what?"

Laughing, you reached out to take his hand. "When you turn on your worried-dad mode."

"Is that so?" he asked then leaned over to kiss you.

"Mmm-hmm. Like when I was attending a meeting in the HQ a few months back and you sent me tons of messages about taking him to a doctor because he had a mild fever."

Price laughed. "I freaked out."

"Yeah, I could--" you began but started coughing mid-sentence, "tell." When you could finally finish the sentence, you moved a bit to rest your head on his chest. "Thank you for taking care of us."

He couldn't help but look down at you with a big smile. Not because he was proud of himself, that was the bare minimum he could do as a husband and father. No. The reason behind the smile was how emotional you always got when you were sick or injured. It was cute and he loved it.

Later in the day--after finding out your son and his parents were all in the clear--he brought you another round of tea and meds, but this time he put some chocolate on the tray for you as well. "Liverpool's playing tonight," he stated as he sat next to you and sipped from his own tea.

"I know," you replied with a smile.

"You think you're gonna be okay while I'm watching it?"

With a cute little laugh you reached out to put your hand on his arm. "I'll be fine. I'm not dying. Maybe I'll watch it with you," you added after some thinking.

Raising your hand to his lips, Price said, "You should sleep, your fever's still not down."

"I'll be fine, John," you assured him.

He agreed. You were his lucky charm after all. The team couldn't lose if you were watching the game with him. So after you finished your drinks, he accompanied you downstairs, making sure you were okay on the way, then he tucked you in carefully with the blanket you left there in the morning.

#call of duty #john price x reader #john price #captain price x reader #captain price #captain john price #captain john price x reader #modern warfare ii #modern warfare

[lethimtalktoyeah]

Some HCs about reader joining Adam in his AEW debut (AUish cause not entirely accurate to the actual segment)

this is just some crackish stuff I wrote in my notes app, not ,fuelled by the thrill of my boys reuniting

- <3 -

-Back in your WWE the days you had been causing trouble with Edge and Christian non stop until one fateful day an injury ended your career and you had to make the decision to leave WWE behind

-Luckily for you , you managed to stay emerged in the world of wrestling tho , visiting various wrestling companies across the whole world as a valued journalist and managing to keep in contact with your friends

-When Adam reached out to you to tell you he‘d switch companies you were surprised but beyond happy that‘d he‘d join Jay/Christian in AEW

- Adam: Okay but imagine his face if I‘d bring you along as my right hand woman or something like that

-You knew Adam texted this in a joking manner but as his debut came closer , you couldn’t shake the thought out of your head

-You loved doing what you did right now but deep within yourself you knew that nothing would ever top being involved directly and this was the perfect opportunity to get out there without risking your health

-So , one “What if we’d actually pitch this?” and a dozen of meetings later , you were set to debut in AEW along with Adam , taking on the role as his right hand woman

-The collective decision was made to keep your debut as a secret from Christian , in order to get a genuine reaction

-“What if we don’t get along anymore?” The debut was only two days away , sending your brain into overdrive

-“You mean what if he doesn’t let you be a pain in the ass anymore?” , seeing your expression Adam immediately changed to a softer demeanour “Hey, there’s absolutely no way you wouldn’t get along anymore.” he searches your eyes with a reassuring smile, reaching over to squeeze your knee in sympathy

-“After all I know all you dirty secrets.” Adam smirks mischievously ,hinting to the late nights and car rides you’d open up to him about your crush on his best friend

-“Your insufferable .” You smack him with a gasp, huffing a laugh as he rubs his arm

-2 days later and you’re hidden away in the backstage are of the arena, readjusting the suit jacket on your shoulders

-Adam and you had settled on a casual business approach for your look as his right hand woman. Boots , suit pants , a suit jacket and to both of yours amusement , a cropped turtleneck underneath (because if something would challenge Christian then I’d surely be a turtleneck show-off)

-“The way is all cleared for you.” A crew-member interrupted your thoughts, prompting you to get up and follow them

-reaching the ramp , you could hear Adam’s theme blasting outside and the crowd going wild

-your nervousness slowly got replaced with sheer and utter excitement as you stood , chin held high, waiting for your signal

-You could hear the crowd go silent as Adam stopped outside the ring and began to speak , a bewildered Christian looking down at him

-“…and of course I wasn’t stupid enough to come here alone.” You could see the gears in Christian’s head turning

-“Let me introduce you to my right-hand woman.” You could hear the smugness in Adam’s voice as your new theme blasted over the speakers

-The crowd going absolutely crazy as you stepped out , walking down the ramp with a confident strut

-Christian’s eyes widened upon seeing you , failing to hide his shock behind his cocky and arrogant act for a mere second before narrowing his eyes at the cropped turtleneck under your business jacket

(- Imagine Christian pulling up in a cropped turtleneck cause he’s not letting anyone outshine him in a turtleneck)

[might continue this but as an actual story]

#christian cage x reader #christian cage #adam copeland x reader #edge x reader #adam copeland #aew imagine

[inkofimagination]

if you don't write something about sharing a bed with hasan asap 😓😓😓 jk please 🥺🥺🥺

oh my god yes, the beloved one bed trope!

"Hey, our car is broken down and the mechanic can't fix it until the morning so, uh, we're looking for rooms?" Hasan says, tapping an uncomfortable fist on the dusty reception desk of the only motel in a twenty mile radius.

A young man behind the desk slides his tired eyes up away from his magazine to glance at the man interrupting him, gives him the once over and then leans to the left to see Y/N slumped in the wooden chair shoved up against the wall. The young man lowers his magazine when he sees Y/N and perks up slightly in his chair, eyes still resting on her. Noticing this, Hasan protectively steps in front of his line of sight, blocking her from his view.

"So about those rooms, dude?" he reminds.

The young man looks at him with disdain, few taps on the ancient computer keyboard, he drawls in a monotone voice, "We've got a suite available for three hundred dollars."

"Three hundred? Are you for real? Nah dude. We just need a basic room,"

"We're booked apart from the suite."

"We're in the asscrack of nowhere, man. We just need your cheapest room," Hasan tries to reason.

"That's the thing about the asscrack of nowhere – there's only one motel, and that's us. All we've got is the suite. Take it or leave it," the guy shrugs. "She could always stay with me," he adds, winking at the girl.

Hasan felt that he was about to go off and teach this guy a lesson for being so disrespectful when she held out a hand to calm him down and keep him from causing a scene, "We'll take the suite."

Hasan signs the unreasonable amount of paperwork and then places his hand at the small of her back to guide her to the room, purposely creating a makeshift wall between the girl and the creepy guy whose eyes are still lingering a little too long.

The travelers got to their shitty room and tried to order some kind of food. 

Y/N quickly volunteer to collect it.

"You've got to be kidding me-" Hasan begins, "Oh yeah, great idea Y/N! Let's send the hot girl out on her own into the night in the fucking deep, dark desert with the fucking creepy guy downstairs ready to pounce on you at any-"

She helds up a hand up to stop him, "First of all, i can defend myself so fuck off thinking you're my protector and secondly, thanks for calling me hot," she teases.

She also announced that she was going to sleep on the very small sofa at the side to try and get some sleep before early day starts tomorrow, since there was only one bed in the room.

"I can't let you sleep in there!" Hasan yells, much louder than necessary.

"Why not? It'll be fine. I'm just glad we're in the same room - that guy in the lobby seriously creeped me out."

"Y/N, come on. Your back will be crippled – it gives you enough trouble as it is," Hasan reasons, but she was having none of it.

"Look, rock, paper, scissors! If I lose you sleep on the shitty sofa, if you lose we are sharing."

With a sigh, she realises that this is the only way a decision will be made because she knows Hasan could argue about this ‘till the morning.

Of course, Hasan won because she always throws scissors first.

Hasan finally mutters, "Are you actually ok with sharing?’’

"Hasan, it's cool. I'm good with it if you are?" as she headed back towards the bed.

He nodded his head shyly, a little too quickly to be playing it cool, and then mumbles, "Yeah, of course. Just want to make sure you're comfortable.”

“Yes”

"Are you sure? I can get a little clingy."

Y/N laughs at how serious he looks before reassuring him, "I can handle a little clinginess for one night if I need to."

Eventually, the room fell silent. Y/N’s tiredness from the dramatic events of the day caught up on her because before you know it, her eyes are fluttering closed and, before her mind could think too deeply about sharing a bed with the boy who makes her heart race, she fell asleep.

It must be a few hours later when her eyes blinked open slowly and then closed again. Desperate to regain her much needed slumber, she tried to snuggle further down into the slightly scratchy pillow when she realised that she has been laid on her arm. Giving it a quick wiggle to try and get some feeling back, Y/N turned onto her right side so she wasn't laying on her fuzzy arm again.

As soon as she has turned and settled, eyes still resting shut, she felt the warmth of the body beside her much closer than it was when she drifted off to sleep.

Her stomach feels like it's about to drop when she takes in the view directly in front of her. Hasan was laying on his side, she realised that they both subconsciously were mirroring each other's positions; one arm under a pillow, the other resting lightly in the tiny gap between their bodies. If she would have moved her hand a little bit down, it would be holding his. 

A rustle sounds start coming from next to her and she felt the bed move slightly under his strong frame. 

Scared, Y/N slammed her eyes closed and tried her best to even out her breathing to convince him she was sleeping and absolutely not being a fucking creeper watching him sleep.

She felt feel his arm move from next to hers to probably to rub at his eyes – and then as it lands back on the covers, it's touching hers. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

"Watching me sleep?" Hasan mumbles, no louder than a whisper and Y/N considered her options: ignore him and continue with her acting of being asleep, or admit it, teasing him and steadfastly ignore the wild beating of her heart.

"I know you're not sleeping, Y/N" he whispers again with a small huff of laughter, placing his hand directly on top of hers and giving it a tiny shake.

Decision was made for her.

Y/N slowly cracked her left eye open again, then quickly close it and bury her head into the pillow when she saw his sleepy, grinning face a whisper away from hers, "Nope, fast asleep."

"No fair," he murmurs.

Intrigued by what he means, hand still held in his, she slowly remove most of her face from the pillow, or at least enough that he can see her raise an eyebrow at him, and then you speak.

"Why no fair?"

He smirks, playing delicately with the fingers on her hand and says, "You got to stare at me. I wanna join in."

Y/N huffs out a laugh. Teasing she can do. Teasing is safe, familiar territory. The implications of what he just said – what you know he meant - is not. "You wanna join in lookin' at you? Narcissist."

"No, dumbass, not nearly as interesting as looking at you."

Y/N‘s cheeks flush immediately and she felt her eyes close in order to retain some order of control over herself in this situation. She swallowed as she felt his rough, calloused fingers dance over her wrist, hovering over her pulse point and she felt weak at how exposed he's got her emotionally.

#rebecca answers #hasan x reader #hasanabi x reader

[spookyscarydemonbabe]

Hiii! If you’re taking requests can I pls have a Eddie/reader fic where readers younger sibling ends up crashing their date and they have to babysit while still trying to have a good night?

Can’t wait to read your longer fics! 🥳

aww this is such a cute idea!! tbh i kind of like writing the fics that have little siblings in them :) i’m glad i got a request for one!! and i hope you don’t mine that i changed it up a little bit 😅

Princess

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None :)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @esme-viridian

Word Count- 2.5k

As much as you loved your parents and your little sister, you hated being left with being the babysitter for the night. Especially when Eddie was so excited to spend time with you that night.

Your parents knew you were dating, and though they didn’t exactly like the reputation that your new boyfriend came with, they trusted him and you to be alone together at home and make the right decisions. Besides, they knew that with your sister there you wouldn’t disrespect them like that.

“You excited to meet him?” You asked your sister as you finished doing her hair in the bathroom.

She shrugged and fixed up the princess dress she had on, handing you her tiara that she’d been waiting all day to put on.

Whenever your parents were out it was the perfect time to let your sister do all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do this time of night. Dress up, makeovers, all the things little girls loved. She knew Eddie would be coming over to meet her, but she never did good with meeting new people. Especially boys that looked as scary as he did.

“He’s excited to meet you.” You said with a smile.

“He is?” She asked, stepping down from the pink stool in front of the sink.

“Of course he is! And i think you’re going to really like him too, he’s going to be really excited to meet a princess.”

She smiled and held your hand as you walked downstairs into the living room,

“Why don’t you pick a movie for us to watch and i’ll go get a snack.”

“Can i have a pop while mom and dad aren’t here?”

“You can have a juice box, we have lots of those.”

“But i want a pop!”

“Juice box it is!”

She pouted as you went into the kitchen but you knew she would get over it soon.

You heard her rustling through your collection of tapes and looked over at the clock as you opened the pantry.

It was only 6:43. Eddie would be over soon, and though you were excited for him and your little sister to finally meet, it did scare you a bit. You just hoped that she wouldn’t be too scared of him.

You walked back into the living room as your sister was putting a tape into the VCR, setting a bowl of chips and her juice box down onto the table as you both sat down onto the couch,

“What’d you pick?”

“Gremlins.”

The two of you sat together watching the movie and snacking for a bit, just enjoying the comfortable silence while the movie played in the background. You almost thought Eddie had forgotten about coming over until you heard the doorbell ring and a knock at the front door.

You smiled and stood up from the couch,

“Ready to go meet him?” She shrugged and you could tell she was nervous, “Did you want to come to the door with me? Or do you want to stay in the living room?”

She thought it over for a moment before standing up from the couch and fixing her tiara on top of her head,

“Door.”

“Alright then, let’s go let him in.” You took her hand and went to the front door, smiling big as you opened it and saw him standing there.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him into a hug, giving him a quick kiss,

“You’re late, i thought you said 6:45?”

“I know, i’m sorry. I just wanted to stop and grab something, i know you said your sister was here so i didn’t want to show up empty handed.”

“Aww, that’s sweet of you!” You turned to your sister who was shyly standing quiet behind you, “You want to say hi?”

Eddie leaned over and gave her a kind smile as she took a step forward, reaching her hand out to hold yours as she hid herself behind you,

“Hi.” She said quietly.

“Hey little miss, (y/n) told me a lot about you, it’s nice to meet you.” Eddie kneeled down to be level with her so she wouldn’t have to look up to see him.

She was still quietly standing behind you, not really sure what to say, but Eddie could see she was a little nervous.

“You know, before i came over, (y/n) called and told me you were a princess.” She nodded and gave him a little smile, “And i can see that you’re already wearing a tiara, but i thought you might want a real one instead of one of those plastic ones.”

Eddie reached into the paper bag he was holding and grabbed his present for your sister. When she saw it her eyes lit up.

It was another tiara, handmade by Eddie with what looked like thick wire that he had bent together in all different swirled patterns, a small gem hanging right on the front. It was absolutely adorable.

He handed it to her and she carefully took it into her hands, a big smile was on her face and you gently nudged her side,

“What do you say?”

“Thank you.” She said quietly, admiring the tiara in her hands.

“Why don’t you go put it on and meet us in the living room to finish the movie?”

She giggled as she ran off into the bathroom and Eddie stepped inside, shutting the door behind him,

“You think she likes me?”

“She does, she’s just a little nervous still. That was really sweet of you to bring that for her,” You planted a kiss onto his cheek and walked with him into the living room, “did you make that for her?”

“Yeah! I’ve been needing to practice making stuff for the ren faire and i figured it would be the perfect time to practice making tiaras. Plus it’s one of those ones you can just slip right on so it won’t be too tight on her head.”

“It’s adorable, i think she really likes it.” You smiled and gave him another quick kiss as you sat on the couch, hearing your sisters footsteps approaching quickly as she ran from her bedroom.

“It fits!” She ran into the living room smiling, doing a twirl in her dress as she stood before you and Eddie, “Do i look like a princess?”

“You do!”

“You look just like the ones in my game!” Eddie said to her with a smile.

She came over to sit next to you on the couch and grabbed her juice box form the table, setting it in her lap as she looked over to Eddie,

“What’s your game about?”

You could see Eddie’s eyes light up the moment she asked,

“It’s about everything! You make up your own game while you play and you can have all different kinds of characters and enemies, and you get to use these cool dice.”

“Can i play?” She asked him after taking a sip of her juice box.

“Yeah! I’m sure me and (y/n) can teach you all about it.”

Your sister turned her attention to you,

“Can i be a princess?”

“You can be whatever you want sis! That’s what’s so fun about playing it, you can be anyone you want.”

She giggled and sipped from her juice box as you reached over and grabbed the now empty bowl of chips from the table,

“I’m gonna go clean up a little bit in the kitchen, did you need anything Eds?”

“I want another juice box please!” You sister shouted as she handed you her empty juice box.

Eddie gasped,

“I want a juice box.”

You giggled as you took her empty juice box into your hand,

“Alright, so three juice boxes. I’ll be right back,” You pointed to your sister, “you be nice to him while I’m gone.”

She smiled shyly and you walked into the kitchen, the sound of the movie playing in the background becoming quieter and quieter, soon becoming an afterthought as you placed the empty juice box into the garbage can.

You quickly rinsed the chip bowl in the sink before placing it into the dishwasher and grabbing three more juice boxes from the fridge before heading back into the living room but as you entered the room once more you noticed that Eddie and your sister were nowhere to be found. The movie was still playing but you quickly walked over and took the tape out of the VHS player to see if you could hear them anywhere in the house and luckily you were able to hear your sisters giggles coming from upstairs.

“Eds?” You called out to them, “Sis?”

No response still, but you could hear your sisters giggles coming from her room, along with Eddies mumbles.

You followed the sounds of their voices up to her room, peeking in and smiling as you saw them sitting on her bedroom floor.

Eddie was sat in front of her bed, a pile of her dolls and stuffed animals in his lap as she walked around her room grabbing all her different toys and handing them to him,

“…And this ones my Western Barbie, but she looks like Dolly Parton so I just call her Dolly,” She handed it to him and he smiled and placed it into his lap along with the other dolls and toys she had been showing him, “And this is my Strawberry Shortcake! She smells like strawberries too!”

Eddie took the little doll and brought it to his nose, gasping and looking back to her,

“She does!”

Your sister giggled and you slowly opened her bedroom door, smiling down at Eddie with all the colorful toys in his lap,

“Hey! You guys just left me all alone downstairs so you could come up here and play without me?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Eddie said as your sister held one of her Pound Puppies in her hand before sitting in front of Eddie, “I was telling her about Dungeons and Dragons and how I like to paint all those little figures and she told me she had a few toys like that and wanted to show me.”

“And I felt bad about showing him those toys without showing him all of them!” Your sister said as she placed the stuffed puppy into his lap.

“She made them sound so cool (y/n), I HAD to meet them all.”

You giggled and sat on the floor with them, glancing over at the clock on her nightstand to check the time,

“Do you think you want to show Eddie where they all go to sleep before we get you ready for bed?”

She yawned and nodded, taking a few of her toys from Eddies lap and placing them all back into their spots one by one.

As it reached 9 pm, all her toys had been placed back into their spots, and Eddie had even helped to lift her up and put a few of them back onto the higher shelves that she couldn’t reach. Your sister had even asked if he could help put her to bed after she brushed her teeth and of course he was happy to. Out of all the nights you had babysat her, this had been the easiest she had gone to bed in a while.

She was all settled in bed, a teddy bear under her arms as she was snuggled up under the covers. Her nightlight was plugged in and Eddie made sure to say goodnight to her too before steeping out and letting you finish up her bedtime routine.

You sat next to her bed and pulled her comforter up just a bit more for her to keep warm,

“So, he wasn’t all scary like you thought he’d be, right?”

“Yeah, he’s not scary. He has pretty hair.”

You giggled with her, reaching a hand up to slowly pet her forehead,

“Did you tell him he has pretty hair?”

She yawned once more and shook her head. “Do you want me to tell him for you?”

She nodded slowly as her eyes started to shut.

“Is there anything else you want me to tell him?”

“Can you tell him I think he’s really nice and if he can teach me that game? I want to be a princess and he can be one of my knights if he wants.”

You giggled and placed a kiss to her forehead,

“I’ll tell him you said that, and I will absolutely ask if he’ll teach you how to play. But right now I think its bedtime, ok?”

She nodded as her eyes stayed shut, and you quietly stood up and made your way out of her bedroom, shutting her door behind you before making your way back downstairs into the living room.

Eddie had been sipping from one of the juice boxes you had brought down earlier and was looking through your collection of VHS tapes in the living room and had even taken a few horror movies out for the two of you to watch together while your sister was fast asleep upstairs. He looked over to you and smiled as you went to sit back down on the couch,

“Does she like me?” He asked as came back to the couch and sat next to you.

“Of course she does! She thinks you’re very nice. And she said to tell you that she thinks you have very pretty hair.”

He smiled and shrugged,

“Well she’s right, i do.”

You giggled and reached for your juice box on the table, stabbing the straw through the little aluminum circle at the top and taking a sip,

“Thank you for coming over and meeting her. She was really scared at first but you were great with her! I should’ve gotten a picture of you with all those toys in your lap.”

“She wanted me to see them all! I can’t say no to a six year old that wants to show me their toys!”

“Still, that was very sweet of you.” You leaned over and placed a kiss onto his cheek, snuggling into his side as he put his arm around you, “So what did you want to do the rest of the night? Watch a movie? Snuggle? Make out?”

Eddie smiled and gave you another quick kiss,

“All three?”

“I can do that.” You smirked and kissed him once more, smiling up at him as you looked into his eyes.

“Can i have another juice box though?” He asked you, shaking the empty box in his hand.

You rolled your eyes and stood up from the couch,

“Alright fine. You put the movie on and grab a blanket, i’ll be back in a minute.”

You both made your way off of the couch and as you walked to the fridge for another two juice boxes you smiled to yourself as you thought back on how adorable Eddie looked with all the dolls and stuffed animals covering his lap.

He wasn’t scary and mean like your sister thought he was, he was just another big kid for her to play with. And you knew the next morning she’d be dying to see him again.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #request

[animeyanderelover]

Hi, can i request Narancia Ghigra with the prompt 56?

I changed the Prompt lightly because his Stand fits very well with this. Also, studies have started once again for me so expect slower updates since I'm going to be busy.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, clinginess, abduction

Prompt 56

You had miscalculated. You hadn't known that he would return a whole two hours earlier than he had just told you this morning, the prospect of leaving you clearly upsetting him. Because if you would have known, you would have planned everything differently. Painstaking days of scheming how to escape from the mobster, indulging him in his delusions to earn his trust, sneaking around the house to carefully collect and hide the things you would need to break free.

Practicing how to pick open locks when he was gone so that everything would go smoothly the next time he would have to leave you for his next mission. Successfully convincing him to only lock up the doors, a minimum of security. All this hard work, all the act of being nice to him. Only for him to prove to you once again that you truly couldn't count on him.

A fleeting image of colors was all he could see from the corner of his eyes when he returned before it disappeared into the dark streets, leaving him standing there shocked for a second or two before his purple eyes shifted to your home. The door gaping wide open, a sloppy move you wouldn't have committed if he had just come back home later, only leaving you with the option to run as fast as you could.

One second of silence. Two seconds of silence. Three seconds of silence.

"(y/n)!! (y/n), please don't do this!!"

Lowly dimmed street lanters which barely allowed you to figure out where you were even going. To you that didn't matter though as long as you could get away from him and out of this town as soon as possible. It was your only goal.

At night the streets reminded you of a maze more than anything, you took countless turns left and right to shake your pursuer off, the quickening footsteps behind you and the hysteric cries ringing in your ears fueling you on. Long forgotten had been your plan to try to find the outskirts of the town as you lost count of how many times you turned left and right, running blindly around. It seemed to pay off though as eventually the footsteps behind you faded and so did his voice yet you still didn't dare to turn around. Your legs just kept on running and running until eventually you stopped, feeling nauseous and dizzy all together as you leaned against one of the walls, heart burning in your chest and your ears ringing. You couldn't allow yourself to rest though as you quickly looked around, eyes squinting together as you tried to spot even the slightest hint of Narancia around you.

Only darkness seemed to be there though. Darkness and utter silence. The silence should have been soothing but in this situation it frightened you as the abyss of any noises was nearly deafening, causing your own heartbeat to sound like thunder. Moments of silence passed by where you flinched even at the slightest of sounds yet nothing happened.

Had you lost him? If yes, would it be wiser to continue running or stay for now here and wait? What if he would find you again if you were to continue running? But he could just as well catch you if you would stay still.

Making a decision had never seemed more difficult to you than right now as you stood there, pressed against a wall and thinking about what would be the best move. Every time you were a milisecond away from making up your mind, doubts started to fill your mind again, plunging you back into the dangerous circle of overthinking. Your freedom depended on this situation, an insane pressure.

"(y/n)! (y/n), you're here, aren't you?"

Your train of thoughts was shattered when you heard his voice, sounding out of breath and indicating that he must have run around like a maniac this entire time. His voice didn't sound too far away and you knew almost instantly that if you would try to run away now, he would most definitely spot you. He was surely out of breath but you were quite tired yourself and not confident that you could outrun him.

So you did the nextbest thing to hide from him as you moved deeper into the alleyway, back pressed against the wall so you wouldn't be spotted by him. There were no lights at all and your heart dropped when you realized that you had entered a dead end, your leg bumping against something solid. When the smell hit your nose, you knew that it was a trash can. You quickly crawled around it, making yourself as small as possible to not be seen if Narancia would pass this alleyway by. It was terribly frustrating but the only thing you could do now was praying, praying that he wouldn't check out this small passage. All your plans thrown out of the window and wasted thoughts only, now all you could do was rely on luck. It was unfair.

He had gotten quieter and that scared you, you could only make out his footsteps from somewhere near you yet he didn't utter a sound anymore, focused.

"(y/n), let's-let's just talk about this all, alright? I'm sorry if I did something to anger you. But if you just tell me what made you so upset, I'll try to make you happy again and fix the problem."

Your problem was Narancia himself but you knew that he would never accept your truth as his own obsession kept him from realizing the truth. He was demented.

"Sweetheart...where are you hiding? Come out, come out, wherever you are."

He was met with the same deafening silence, one that consumed this night as not even a breeze was heard.

"Babe, please don't do this. I don't want to use ropes and handcuffs again to tie you down when I'm gone."

Your wrists throbbed upon recalling the rough material against your sensitive skin, peeling it away and leaving you with burning marks at the end of he day. Narancia had never intended to harm you but then again, he had also been the one who had kidnapped you and had tied you up in the first place so you had little sympathy when he apologized with tears in his eyes, trying clumsily to bandage your wounds and apply ointment on it to help the healing process.

You gave no answer, only made yourself smaller. You didn't want to return. You simply couldn't.

He had stopped moving, you could tell by the absence of footsteps which spiked your anxiety. He was standing in front of the alleyway, an unknown sensation crawling up your spine that caused your skin to erupt in goosebumps, your hair standing just as much on edge as your nerves did in that moment.

"I'll find you anyways. I can see your breathing."

What did he mean by that? You didn't know but you felt yourself only that far away from crying when you heard him stepping into the alleyway as the feeling of defeat settled in. He had found you. You didn't know how and why but you knew he had even before he spoke up with a shaky tone.

"Let's stop this and just go home together, okay?"

You remained frozen in your position though, a wave of despair crushing you as you bit down on the insides of your cheeks infuriated. You had failed.

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[band--psycho]

Chibs Telford x Reader-Stuck With You

The next story for my Christmas Writing Challenge, requested by the amazing @munsinner

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Prompt-What do you mean we're stuck here?!

Warnings - Smut (18+)

“What do you mean we’re stuck here?” Y/n asked, frustration lacing her voice. 

She was sat in a broken down car, with the last man she wanted to be with, Chibs fucking Telford. Of all the people in the world, she had to be stuck in a car with him. 

She didn’t use the word hate often, but she definitely hated him. Most people hate the first person to break their heart and Chibs did that. 

He might've as well just torn her heart out of her chest and stomped on it. 

She was twenty, when she fell for the Scotsman of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle group. No one knew about their relationship; it was a secret that they both kept, mainly because they didn’t want other people to have an opinion on their relationship. 

She was twenty-one when he broke her heart. She couldn’t bear being around him, watching him flirt with other women as though she didn’t exist, so when a job opportunity in New York came up, she took it without hesitation.

That was four years ago, and yet still when she saw him her heart ached. 

A small scoff left Chibs’ lips. He didn’t particularly want to be stuck in a car with Y/n either. Being stuck in a car with the women he was head over heels for but could never have, wasn’t exactly a great thing for him. 

But he wanted to see her again, he missed her…that’s why he agreed to collect her from the hotel she was staying in while Jax and the others sorted out some slightly difficult business while Gemma and Tara got things sorted for the Christmas party. Gemma and Clay didn’t know Y/n was coming to the Christmas party, it was a surprise her and Jax had sorted out. 

He knew she hated him. 

He broke her heart. 

Though inbreaking her heart, he also broke his own, because he did love Y/n Teller. Even to this day. 

But he had to end their relationship. For her safety and the clubs, all because of Jimmy O. 

He’d taken an interest in Y/n and managed to spot the feelings Chibs had for her..,,of course Chibs could’ve told the club about his and Y/ns relationship, told them about the threat Jimmy O had made to him, so that they could keep her safe…but he knew that the club needed Jimmy O, so he ended his relationship with Y/n. 

“I mean, we’re stuck here,” he replied, his voice  softer than hers but an evident sense of irritation.

“You’re a mechanic, can’t you fix it?” Y/n scoffed. 

Chibs shook his head, “I could try if I had any of the tools, but oddly enough Lass, I didn’t expect to be breaking down,”

‘This can’t be happening’ Y/n thought to herself, as a frustrated sigh left her lips as she looked at her phone; no service. 

She opened the car door, the sharp chill in the air making her regret her decision to leave the warmth of the car almost instantly and it certainly made her regret her clothing choices of a thin jumper dress and heeled boots; but she’d rather freeze than stay in the car with him for a moment longer. All she had to do was walk far enough to get a signal on her phone, then she could call a taxi, get away from Chibs and get to the party to see her family. 

So she started walking. 

“Y/n where are you going?” Chibs questioned as he also exited the car. 

She ignored him and just kept walking.

“Y/n, just stop,” 

Again, Y/n ignored him, until her steps were halted when she felt his fingers wrap around her wrist. 

For a split second, she felt her heart flutter as though it had never been broken…then all the memories came washing back over her as she attempted to recoil from him. 

“Why are you doing this? Acting like you give a shit about me?” Y/n asked, her voice barely above a whisper; she couldn’t understand him. He broke her heart and then acted like she didn’t even exist, and yet in his eyes, Y/n thought he saw genuine care for her. 

And that not only confused her but angered her as well. 

“Because I do give a shit about ye,” he answered, squeezing her wrist slightly. 

“Don’t-“

“I love ya, Y/n”

“No you don’t, and I don’t love you,” 

Chibs knew she was lying, even after all these years, she was still a terrible liar. 

He didn’t know what came over him, but he knew that nothing he said, she’d believe. 

So he pulled her towards him and placed his lips on hers before she had a chance to say anything.

Y/n wanted to pull away from the kiss and slap him, before walking away from him.

But she didn’t, instead she found herself melting into the kiss. 

Her hands tangled into his silvering hair, while his hands moved to her waist.

Quickly the kiss became heated. Full of desire and longing but also anger and hurt. 

Soon enough and without breaking the kiss, Y/n's back was pressed up against the car.

“I hate you,” Y/n mumbled against his lips, trying to ignore how aroused he’d made her, just from a kiss. While also trying to ignore his erection which was pressing against her and how much she wanted his dick in her mouth. 

A low chuckle left Chibs’ lips as one of his hands lifted reached down to under her dress. His hand gently slipped past the thin material of her panties, his thumb began to rub small circles on her clit while one of his fingers slipped insideher dampening pussy. 

“Is that why ye’re already soaked, love?” He cooed in her ear, hearing  a small moan leave her lips at his words. 

Y/n wanted to argue with him; to stop him from doing what he was doing; but despite the anger that was boiling in her veins, she couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. 

The last time she’d felt pleasure like this was the last time they’d slept together; sure she’d slept with a few guys when she was in New York, but none of them had made her feel this good, and she knew he hadn’t even really started yet. 

He slowly pumped his finger in and out of her dripping pussy for what felt like hours to Y/n, but in reality it was only a few torturous minutes; he watched with a smirk on his while Y/n attempted to hold back her moans. 

“Don’t hold back on me, love, let me hear ye,”

As he said those he added another finger inside of her, eliciting a loud moan from her lips. 

God he’d almost forgotten how much he loved it when she made that sound. 

He knew she was close; he could tell by how quick her breathing was and how her hips were bucking against him, she was near enough bouncing on his fingers.

For a few seconds, his fingers paused their movements, though his thumb still continued to rub her overly sensitive clit. 

Then he continued. Faster. Hitting her g-spot each and every time.

“Cum,” he whispered softly against her lips, before connecting their lips once again, swallowing the moan that came from Y/n as Y/n's euphoric orgasm ripped through her body. 

It was safe to say her panties were soaked as was Chibs’ hand. 

“Tell me to stop,” he muttered; pressing his forehead against hers; his dry hand moving to her face, caressing her cheek. 

She looked up at him with questionable eyes; she didn’t want him to stop. She should’ve. She hated him. That’s what she kept telling herself anyway, but the truth was she still loved him. 

“Tell me to stop, otherwise I’m gonna bend ye over the hood of this car and fuck ye,”

~~~~~~

He bent her over and fucked her over the hood of the car; he also made her cum two more times when they got back in the car; and now they were cuddled up in the backseat with a spare blanket Chibs had in the trunk of his car. 

Neither of them had really said anything to each other since they got cuddled up under the blanket, even though both of their minds were racing with things to say to one another. 

“Why did you do it?” Y/n asked quietly, anxiously playing with her fingers, trying desperately to keep herself together. 

Chibs knew what she was talking about. 

So he explained it, all of it, everything that Jimmy O had told him, the threats he made against her and the club. 

To say Y/n was shocked would’ve been an understatement; but she was also still angry at him. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

The tone of her voice, clearly showing her anger. 

“Ye would’ve stayed,” he sighed, his hand rubbing her arm soothingly, in an attempt to calm her anger. 

“Of course I would’ve stayed, I love you,” 

She only realised what she’d said when she saw how Chibs’ eyes softened.  

“So where do we go from here, love?” He questioned, wondering what her admission meant. If it changed anything between them or if there was no possible way for them to go back to how they once were. 

Truth was, Y/n didn’t know. 

She loved him. But she didn’t know if she could trust him with her heart again, even though she somewhat understood the reason he didn’t tell her. It still hurt that he kept the truth from her. 

“I love you, Filip,” she began, placing her hand over his, “but even after all this, we can’t just jump back in to what we were,”

He pressed a soft kiss on the top of her head, “I know,” 

It was going to be a long road; for both of them. But both of them were willing to try and again; because the truth was, they’d both been miserable without each other. 

“Think we’re gonna be late to the Christmas party,” Chibs chuckled as Y/n nestled into his chest. 

“I’m sure someone will come and find us,” Y/n said; and as if in cue they both heard a motorcycle engine relatively close by and they both frantically got dressed before getting found by Tig who was on his motorcycle and Jax, who pulled up beside them in Gemma’s car.

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[jungk0oksthighs]

Over The Odds | Slow Down

Pairing - jungkook x reader

Genre - smut, angst, fluff, S2L, ceo!jungkook, sugardaddy!jungkook

Word count - 4k

Drabble 13 - Jungkook tells you to slow down - jk pov

warnings: oc has an unofficial anxiety attack / emotional breakdown, swearing, oral sex (m receiving)

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

Jungkook stands back to admire his creation, or rather the local tipi party company’s creation. He’s hired a white tent adorned with twinkling fairy lights for the weekend, it’s in the centre of his living space and almost fills the entire room. Admittedly he’s overdone it, he knows he has, this is a tipi that most people have small to medium sized parties in – but his plans are entirely different.

The company he used were nice enough to move a double bed from a guest bedroom into the tent, along with a sixty inch smart television he may or may not have bought just for the occasion. It’s intimate in here, dimly lit and romantic which exactly the vibe he wanted. He’s proud of himself, snapping a few pictures to send to Taehyung.

Amongst the bed and television Jungkook’s also made sure there’s a small table inside, a place for the champagne bucket and snacks to sit while you spend some much needed quality time together. Things have been stressful at work, the fallout of the video leak is still very much affecting his business – as is the ongoing investigation. This weekend is a reset for him, it’s the first time you’ve stayed over since you made up and he wants to make it special. Hence the tipi.

Taehyung: Looks good! Try not to break it when you’re fucking

Jungkook’s shoulders bounce as he reads the message from his best friend, though he doesn’t have the energy to reply. Truthfully he hasn’t slept with you since the video was leaked, not because he doesn’t want to, but rather he gets the impression that you don’t want to. He’s gnawing his lower lip anxiously, maybe the tipi is too far? He doesn’t want you to think that he’s created a romantic setting only to boost his chances of getting laid. Of course he’s not going to deny it if the opportunity arises but he doesn’t want you to feel forced into it by any means.

The four week period where he didn’t hear from you was one of the must gut-wrenching, lonely experiences he’s ever been through. It goes without saying that he understands you needed space, and he forgives you for acting like a… for lack of a better word, brat. This weekend to him is about reconnecting with you, putting life on pause for two days and enjoying your company. He’s never had a girlfriend before you, not a real one, so he had no idea he was such a hopeless romantic until he found himself renting a huge fabric tent made for weddings, only to put it in his lounge just for you.

He wanted to surprise you with this set up yesterday but you cancelled on having dinner with him, you didn’t give him a reason and said you’d explain today in person. It’s nearing six pm, the time you’re supposed to be arriving when he receives another text from his attorney and best friend.

Taehyung: ??? I thought you guys were okay now

Taehyung: Link to article

Curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself opening the link, immediately regretting that decision. ‘Y/N spotted leaving local doctor’s apartment, rumour has it he’s an old flame of the renowned sugar baby, does this mean her whirlwind romance with billionaire Jungkook Jeon is officially over?’ He tongues his cheek, frowning. Why the fuck were you in Namjoon’s—

“Hey, sorry I know I’m a little early,” The elevator ding catches him off guard, as does your voice, “Oh my god Jungkook… What’s all this?” You’re looking at the setup he’s rented in awe, your smile equally as beautiful and romantic as the tipi.

“Hey,” He turns to face you, you’re wearing a beige oversized loungewear set with white trainers to which he chuckles, he’d told you to dress comfily for what he had planned and he’s grateful that for once you’d actually listened. “Do you like it?”

“Like it?!” You’re beaming as you make your way over to him, kicking off your shoes, “It’s amazing! What’s all this for?”

An internal battle ensues. To mention Namjoon, to not mention Namjoon. What will be?

“So…” Much to the disappointment of his better judgment, he ignores your question and goes for the latter, “You went to Namjoon’s yesterday?”

He watches you tense up, your features look as though you knew this would happen sooner or later, “I was going to tell you.”

“But you didn’t.” His brows are raised. He trusts you, he trusts you, he trusts you, he tells himself over and over again until the words don’t sound real anymore, “Why were you with him?”

“I-,” You sigh, you look exhausted, “We had coffee together, I promise nothing happened. We had a huge fight and basically I’m never going to speak to him again.” You slump yourself down on the sofa, earning him to follow suit and sit next to you. So much for the romantic tipi.

“You couldn’t have gone to a Starbucks?” Jungkook’s trying his absolute best to not sound like the jealous boyfriend right now, even though that’s exactly what he is. He cracks his neck, suddenly feeling very tense. "Why were you in his apartment?"

“He said he saw paparazzi at the coffee place we were going to go to, and invited me to his place instead. It doesn’t even matter he’s an asshole, I promise you I’m done trying to be nice to him. What are we doing tonight?”

To this Jungkook clicks his tongue, cocking his head to one side – sounds like your ex-boyfriend made up some bullshit excuse about why you couldn’t meet up publicly just so he could lure you back to his apartment. There it is again, the familiar pang of jealousy with a hint of…insecurity?

“Did he upset you? Why was he an asshole?” He’s struggling to find a reason why you’d agree to meet up with him in the first place, he feels nauseous, is this why you cancelled on him last night? His thoughts are intrusive, any logical thinking suddenly becomes background noise in his brain.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You look away from him, he knows you feel guilty but he can’t figure out why if nothing really did happen, “I found out that he’s seeing Jennie though, Jimin saw them both near my old apartment the other day. Weird right?”

“Sorry,” Jungkook laughs humourlessly as he pushes his hair back with inked fingers, “Can we just… Rewind a second, slow down.” He exhales, “Why did you meet up with him in the first place?”

As much as he’ll never admit it he’s jealous, he can’t stand the idea of you and Namjoon being alone together. You may have his trust but the doctor definitely does not. He watches you cross your legs on the sofa and recognises the discomfort on your pretty features, you’re mindlessly tapping your manicured fingernails together, something you do when you get nervous.

“He called me a few times so I called him back, he wanted to know how I was and grab a coffee. I said yes that’s fine as friends, but then we had this huge argument and I honestly never want to see him again.”

“What did he say to you? Did he try something?” Anger boils Jungkook's blood, why the fuck would you go there alone where he can't protect you.

“Can we…not do this right now please? We argued, that's all.” Your eyes are shiny, he can tell you’re stressed out and tired, “I know, I should’ve told you… I just didn’t want to upset you. And then when I was going to tell you my sister showed up out of nowhere and dragged me to my parents’ house—”

“Y/N are you okay?” Jungkook’s chest tightens at the sight of a tear rolling down your cheeks, it’s all happened so fast that he doesn’t understand why you’re crying, nor can he make sense of everything you’re saying because you’re talking so fast.

“—Which reminds me.” You’re covering your face, gripping the hairs at your scalp, he’s never seen you this freaked out over anything before, “Why didn’t you tell me you hired my sister?”

“Have I?”

“Ugh,” You groan, messily wiping your face, “And then my dad wouldn’t stop talking about how proud of her he is for moving back into their place. Can you believe that? I’m living on the left side of my best friend’s bed because I was too ashamed to ask them for help, but my big sister lands a job at your company and they’re more than happy to have her stay with them even though she’s literally the worst human alive and will be earning more money than them. Do you know what she said to me yesterday? Ugh she’s fucking unbel—”

“Y/N slow down, what’s going on?”

“—And now I’ve upset you by meeting Joon when the only reason I agreed to meet him was because Jimin had this crazy conspiracy theory that turned out to be not so crazy because Namjoon and Jennie actually are together—”

“Y/N slow down.” Jungkook tries again, but he can’t get a word in edgeways. You’re rambling so much that he can only make out the occasional word here and there. He feels guilty, even a little disappointed in himself for failing to notice you had so much going on in your life right now. You’re overwhelmed, you’re stressed, you’re still crying. He feels so bad that he had no idea about any of this.

“God I’m so sorry.” Your apology is shaky, as are your cold hands when Kook manages to grip them gently, swallowing them in his own. All this time he’s been prioritising the investigation, when really he should’ve been prioritising you and making sure you’re okay. Which you clearly aren’t.

“Come here.” He whispers, tugging your arms until you’re straddling his thick thighs, your face buried into the crook of his neck as he soothingly rubs the spans of your back, “Shh, slow down baby.”

“I’m just so overwhelmed with everything right now.” You finally break down into floods of sadness with your face buried into his shoulder, everything hitting you all at once, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise for feeling the way you’re feeling,” He plants a sweet kiss to the side of your head, taking in the scent of your shampoo to stop himself from getting emotional, “I’m the one who’s sorry, I didn’t realise how stressed out you are.”

And so he lets you cry on his shoulder, he knows you’re not typically an open or teary person so the fact you’re borderline hyperventilating against him causes him concern. He doesn’t want to add himself to the long list of things that have upset you recently, so he sits there for over an hour, listening to your every word as you explain to him slowly, what’s been happening in your life.

“No wonder you’re stressed out, not that you need my permission to do anything but… Next time can you at least let me know when you’re planning to go to your exes house?” He feels bad making this even slightly about him, “So I can talk you out of it and remind you how much of a prick he is.”

“No need.” You chuckle, your breath warm against his neck, “I thought we could be friends but as soon as he said he’d seen the video I…”

“Y/N...” Jungkook sighs with closed eyes, squeezing your middle. You’re still sat on him and he can only imagine how violated you feel knowing that your ex, and presumably his ex too since they’re apparently an item, have watched the now famous footage. “Thank you for explaining it to me, and just so you know I'm not mad at you. Come on, let's go.”

“Pardon? Go where?” You pull back to look at him, his heart aches seeing you this upset, the very least he can do is try to cheer you up and take your mind off everything that’s wrong in the world.

He picks you up effortlessly, smiling contently at the surprised giggle that leaves you as he carries you over to the tipi, laying you down on the double bed that waits inside. The party company really outdid themselves, it’s quiet and intimate in here, everything he’s certain you need right now. It’s calm and secluded, romantic and memorable. You’re looking at him through damp eyelashes as he lays down beside you, handing you the tv remote.

“I left my assistant in charge of hiring the new team,” He watches you with loving eyes as you struggle to find something you haven’t already seen on Netflix, “I can fire her if you want.”

“If only.” For the first time since setting foot in his apartment you laugh, a real genuine laugh, so Jungkook rolls with it when he scoots his body closer to yours until eventually you’re cuddling into his chest.

“I’m serious, I won’t even tell her why I’ll just shout ‘you’re fired!’ and point at her, on her first day too…she’ll never see it coming.” He’s smiling, running his slender fingers through your hair.

“You’re not Alan Sugar.” Your body is bouncing lightly at your own joke, eyes still glued to the Netflix selection.

“No, I’m better looking.”

“Hmm, debatable. I’m quite partial to a silver fox you know.”

He playfully tugs your hair, unable to stop himself from grinning, he’s missed you and your attitude so fucking much. “Shall I dye my hair? Or bleach it, whatever it's called.”

“You wouldn’t.” You peer up at him curiously.

“Are you doubting my integrity?” He quirks a brow, he’s happy to see that you’ve finally relaxed now that the weight of your own world has been lifted from your shoulders, he'll always be here for you at the end of a bad day. And he promises to himself to make a point of checking in on you more often. “Don’t tempt me I’ll really do it. Would you prefer silver or bright blue? Red maybe? What about pink, you like pink right?”

“Please don’t dye your hair.” You chuckle with an eye roll, “I like it the way it is.”

“Did you just give me a compliment?” He widens his eyes, feigning shock, “Holy shit, I’m flattered.”

“You should be.”

You peel your gaze from his back to the tv, his grip subconsciously tightens round you as he speaks his own truth, “I’ve really missed this baby.”

“Me too.” You hum against him, nuzzling your head into his hard chest, “Like a lot.”

“Come here.” His voice is lower than he intended, but you oblige all the same, crawling up the bed until you’re straddling his hips looking down at him with an unreadable expression.

Jungkook snakes his hands to the nape of your neck, pulling your face down to meet his in a soft open-mouthed kiss. Your lips taste like peaches, as they usually do, he figures it must be a specific lip balm you use that gives them such an addictive flavour but he’s never asked just in case you think he’s strange. Your hands are tugging the hairs on his head as he deepens the kiss into something more, slipping his tongue into your mouth with a quiet grunt.

Blood rushes to his cock the second you roll your hips against his, he was already getting hard from kissing you but now he’s ready to burst, feverishly kissing you with such desperation, messily, as though it’ll be the last time. He loves making out with you, your body feels so good against his, every time he kisses you he feels a pang of heat in his pelvis, his balls tingling with impatience. He’s waiting for a sign that you’re uncomfortable, but so far everything seems as it always was, and so he grips your waist, pulling your core down to meet his.

“Fuck…” He murmurs against your lips, feeling them tug up into a mischievous smile. Do you want this? Is he overstepping? He barely has time to catch his racing thoughts before you pull away, shuffling down the bed until your face is level with the growing bulge in his sweat pants.

“Take these off.” You order with a bossy smirk.

“We don’t have to baby.” He reassures you with a husky voice, somewhat out of breath from kissing you. Soon he's swallowing at the sight of you tying your hair into ponytail with a hair band you seemingly pulled from nowhere. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. “Really it’s okay.”

“Stop talking and take them off.”

He chuckles to himself, throwing his head back in defeat, you’re such a fucking brat, “You sure?” It’s no secret that you haven’t been intimate with each other in a while, the last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable.

To this you roll your eyes and drag his pants down for him, his hard cock springing free immediately as he’d apparently forgot to put boxers on after showering. He swallows again, awestricken as you spit into the palm of your hand and begin to slowly pump his length. For a moment Jungkook forgets how to breathe, he’d almost forgotten how good you are at this. He laces his fingers together, resting his hands behind his head as he watches you with furrowed brows, face folded with pleasure.

When you deem his cock wet enough he stares at you take him into your mouth, all of him, until the end of it hits the back of your throat. He groans, his eyes fluttering shut for a second when you swallow around him. He’s so concentrated on the feeling of your sucking that he doesn’t even register you pulling his black t shirt up to reveal his toned abdomen, your nails lightly scratching his stomach.

You’re hollowing your cheeks, slowly moving your head up and down his shaft, pressing your tongue to the underside. It feels fucking amazing, the inside of your mouth is so tight and warm as you suck. You take him to the back of your throat every time, you’re so good at this that he feels like he’s already close to coming. He zones in on your face, the way you’re looking at him with nothing but lust is sending him crazy.

“Baby…” He moans, his head lolls back for a second when you swallow around him again, “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He’s breathing heavier now, chest rising and falling in sync with the speed of your ministrations.

It’s when your fingertips start tracing intricate patterns on his full balls that a guttural moan tears from his throat, his muscular thighs tensing from the new mind-blowing sensation. “Oh baby…” He mewls, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress the long list of things he wants to moan right now.

You speed up as the salty taste of precum stains your tongue, implying he’s close, you’re shamelessly moaning around his length to get a reaction – and a reaction you get. Jungkook’s jaw drops, his hooded eyes are dark and blown out with desire while he stares down at you, brows knitted with pleasure. Your mouth feels unworldly as it squeezes his cock, so wet and needy as you suck even harder.

He watches you take him to the very back of your throat, until your eyes turn shiny, once, twice, three times, four, five, six times until a white hot heat threatens to snap inside him, “Y/N I’m gonna come, slow down, you’re gonna make me come,” He pants, “Don’t stop…baby oh-” He focusses on the feeling, on the way you lick and slurp every inch of him, all while playing with his balls until a hot spurt of come shoots to the back of your throat.

“Fuck!” He kicks his head back, hands now covering his face as the rhythmic shoots of come are lost to your swallows, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss. His knees buckle and legs twitch when you continue to suck him softly, cleaning up every last drop of his come, “Y/N… Fuck.” He sighs, chuckling to himself when you release him from your mouth, peppering his tip with tiny kisses before you sit up on the bed.

“Lay down and spread ‘em.” He manages to say between shallow breaths with a wicked smirk, planning to eat you out just as good.

“Not tonight,” You offer him a weak smile and he knows somethings wrong, normally you would’ve laughed at something like that, or at least given him a witty retort. “Do you have anything to drink?”

He’s frowning, “But what about you—”

“Do you have any champagne in? I fancy a drink.” You’re not even looking at him now.

“Uh-, yeah I do actually… Are you okay?” He finds his discarded sweatpants and puts them on as he stands up from the bed, turning back to face you with concerned eyes, “You didn’t have to do that if you didn’t want to.”

“I wanted to.” You nod, trying to reassure him, “I’m just not in the mood for anything else tonight that’s all, I have period cramps.”

“Oh,” While that seems reasonable enough Jungkook knows that you’re not due on your period for a couple of weeks yet, or at least he’s ninety percent sure you’re not anyway, “Do you need any pain killers?”

“No I’ll be okay, I’ll ride it out. Can I have a drink though? My breath smells like your babies.”

At this a puff of air escapes his nose before he scrunches it was a small grimace mixed with a giggle, somewhat relieved that you’re acting like your usual bratty self, “Yeah hold on.”  

When he returns with the champagne on ice he smiles upon seeing you tucked up under the covers, completely focussed on whatever film he hadn’t been paying attention to, your eyes are wide as the suspenseful music comes to a loud bang. You jump, as does his heart.

Fuck. He’s missed this so much, he’s missed you.

x

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[ownworldresident]

Side by Side: Interlude

This piece is for @choicesflashfics Week #70 prompts! This section takes place shortly after Liam and Rayne's conversation in Chapter 7, which is a few days after his wedding to Madeleine... you guys know the drama drill haha.

Book: The Royal Romance Pairing: Liam Rys and Rayne (romantic) Themes: hurt/comfort, friendship, family, Maxwell being an excellent friend Words: 1827 (apologies, but I promise it's an easy read) Prompts used: Prompt 1 — “I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.” Prompt 3 — “How are you going to explain this/that?” Side by Side Masterlist (updated) here

I've included my Side by Side taglist for the interested folks, but you don't need to be up to date on that to follow the scenes. Side note I had wayyyy too much fun on Canva making this image.

Rayne didn't return to the palace with Liam. He stayed the night after their discussion, they reunited in more ways than one, and the next morning they began to discuss logistics.

“What are they expecting when you arrive home?” Rayne asked, elbows on the dining table either side of an empty breakfast plate.

“Except for Bastien, the palace and the press don't know that I'm here. They still believe I'm at the estate with Madeleine. They'll expect us to arrive together.”

“You can stay here until then, if you want.” said Maxwell, who had tactfully said nothing last night of why Liam was here but was keen to assist now. “Bertrand would be honoured.”

Rayne sipped her orange juice - no coffee for a while - and allowed Liam to respond to a question of which she knew the answer.

“Thank you, Maxwell, but they expect us this afternoon. I will reconvene with Madeleine and travel with her back to the palace.”

“So how are you going to explain this?” Maxwell cut to the elephant in the room. Rayne looked to Liam again. They had discussed how to play this but ultimately it was up to him.

“To be honest, I'm not sure yet. But I will discuss it with Madeleine, since she is open to compromise, and make a statement when the time is right.”

Maxwell nodded, and turned his attention to Rayne. “And you, blossom? are you returning as well?” He sounded a little forlorn at the prospect.

“I could,” Rayne said, glancing at Liam, “but as I discussed with Liam last night it might be better to lay low for a while.”

“It would give me the chance to lay the groundwork for your return.” Liam reached for one of her hands, taking it in both of his. The way he gently squeezed was enough to communicate how much he wanted her to be there with him. Rayne held his gaze, then looked to Maxwell.

“I was hoping I could stay here until then.”

Maxwell looked surprised, then smiled warmly. “Absolutely you can! We will have so much fun… we can go riding and to the sauna and for runs together and…” he paused at Rayne’s bemused smile, and continued a little sheepishly. “I mean we can relax and watch movies and go for reasonable length walks…”

“I would love all those things, Max.” Rayne grinned. “But maybe we can start with the movies and walks.”

“I'll contact your doctor,” Liam noted, “see if she could be persuaded to make a house call. Everything discreet, of course.” Rayne had seen this doctor a few times whilst in Cordonia at Liam's recommendation and approved of her.

“So this is all a secret for now then?” Maxwell queried.

“Yes,” Liam answered, squeezing Rayne's hand again and releasing her. “For now at least, this news doesn't leave this household.”

— —

The sky was overcast as Rayne and Maxwell left the Beaumont estate several weeks after the decision to stay. Nerves built inside her as they climbed into the back of the SUV sent to collect them and approached the open gates of the estate. The car was silent for a few minutes, and Rayne focused on the outlines of the trees and vines bordering the gravel road.

“I left a charger cable in my room.” Maxwell sighed. She turned to him.

“At home?”

“No, at the palace. I'm looking forward to getting it back.”

Rayne smiled, breaking some of the tension in her face. “Don't you have other chargers?”

He shrugged. “Technically yes, but this one's my favourite.” The words were followed by a wide grin that made her laugh.

“Glad you can finally get it back then,” she remarked fondly, and turned back to the window. It was starting to rain now, gently, but it was predicted to get heavier as they approached the city.

“I hope I have the same room…” Maxwell commented. As he had previously assured her they would have the same rooms, Rayne didn't respond, but thinking of the rooms inevitably led back to thoughts of Liam.

Her hand subconsciously moved to her belly, which now was aligned with her breasts. The last time the doctor had visited had been the most surprising, but made the most sense. At ten weeks, her baby should not be showing so much - but twins did.

Twins were not uncommon in Rayne's family, she'd had a twin sibling, but it didn't make the prospect any less terrifying. Having one life growing inside her for the first time was enough, but she was still reckoning with the idea of two.

A loose shirt and open coat would do little to hide the reality from prying eyes, so she was not looking forward to her hospital visit…

“Liam will be there.” Maxwell's voice cut through Rayne's reflections. She turned to him. “He will make sure everything goes smoothly. You'll be okay, blossom. No need to be stressed.” His eyes flitted to where her hand trembled against her belly as if in recognition of her nerves. She let her hand fall, and he reached for it.

“I know,” Rayne muttered. And she did, but it didn't take away all her anxiety.

Maxwell squeezed her hand to bring her focus back to him. “There is no benefit in worrying about would could happen or what people might think. You have a lot of good people to support you, my wonderful self included, and we will all make sure that you are safe and comfortable.”

Rayne felt tears prick her eyes, smiling at the unusual earnestness from her jovial friend. After a moment holding his gaze, she nodded.

“I know,” she said again, “thank you, Maxwell.”

“Any time.” He smiled, releasing her hand, and they fell into an easier quiet. Rain pattered on the roof and windows of the car, they exited the gravel drive onto a sealed road, and she reflected on the words he had used. Maxwell was more intelligent than he was given credit for, but he spoke in simpler sentiments.

“Liam told you to say that, didn't he?”

He frowned, the shrugged. “He suggested I be more openly supportive - me being so much a master of subtlety and all - but I didn't need to know how to comfort one of my best friends, particularly given I've technically spent more time with you over the years than his royalness.”

“True, very true,” Rayne conceded, hiding a smirk and turning back to the road. “Especially during the hard times. And more recently whilst I've been… well…”

“Finally appreciating the excellence of my company?” Maxwell finished for her.

“Sure.” Rayne turned back to his wide smile. “And hugs. I appreciate your hugs.”

Several instances passed through her mind of Maxwell holding her. As she wept; as she sat nauseous beside the toilet; as she fell into him barely able to breathe; as she expressed just how much her heart ached, how much she wished Liam were with her, and things had turned out differently…

Eventually Rayne fell into a restless doze. She imagined reuniting with Liam and it brought her comfort. He had visited, once, a few weeks before. She had tried to be composed through the hormonal shifts but he had found her mostly short tempered. She hadn't properly said goodbye. There were some things she regretted saying, and she imagined having to resolve some tension before even entering the palace. Her new home.

— —

“Rayne.” A voice broke through her reverie, and a nudge of her shoulder. “Rayne, are you awake?”

“Nng,” she responded, less coherent than intended. She tried again. “Yes.”

“Good.” It was Maxwell's voice. “We're almost there.”

Rayne registered the thick rain and slow movement of the car over more gravel and lifted her head to see out, wiping drool from her chin and sleep from her eyes. Her back and neck ached from the awkward angle and she resolved once again never to sleep in a car.

“You can finally get your phone charger cable,” she remarked, watching the palace as they approached. Maxwell laughed.

“My whole reason for accompanying you is complete!” The lightness in his voice made her smile, despite the growing nerves.

“I hope you can stay for a while though,” she said, “I'll miss your company.”

Maxwell reached for her hand again. “Don't worry blossom, I'll make sure you're all set up before leaving. And you know how to reach me after that.” He looked up past Rayne, then, and grinned. “Welcome home.”

Rayne turned to see the palace slide out of view past some tall hedges. Her palms were sweaty and her chest tight, then the hedges opened out to reveal a familiar figure waiting under cover by the entrance, and her heart leapt.

— —

Liam waited by the door with Drake and two of the palace staff, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet with an umbrella in hand as they watched the SUV approach. It moved so slowly, but the time was finally nearing when he would see her again, and see her every day from now on.

“Bit excited there, Li?” Drake teased from just behind him. It only made Liam smile wider. His heart thumped in his chest and he stood so close to the edge of the portico that some of the rain began to reach him.

“Absolutely,” Liam responded, unphased. The car was so close he thought he could make out Rayne’s face through the tinted glass. It pulled up alongside the palace, and he leapt into action with his now open umbrella. She always sat on the right side, so he opened that door just as she reached for the handle, and there she was.

“Liam,” she breathed, wide eyed as he met her gaze. How was she even more beautiful than he remembered?

“Welcome home, love,” he managed after a few moments, holding the umbrella above them both with his other hand out to help her up. As she stood, he breathed in her scent, and all the tension in his body and mind relaxed. “I missed you.”

Rayne looked up at him as he closed the car door behind her. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it again, and wrapped her arms around him for the first time in too long. He held her in the rain on the gravel driveway, holding the umbrella above them in one hand, heedless of the staff and friends moving around them.

“I missed you too,” Rayne mumbled into his chest, and held him tighter. Liam kept his touch gentle, not wanting to strain her, and after a while he pulled back and moved a loose curl away from her face. She sniffed, wiping her face with a coat sleeve, and started to apologise for her appearance. Liam shook his head to halt her.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” he said, smiling softly, “there is nothing and no one else so perfect in this world.”

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[secretgamergirl]

Consider cloning one of these games...

So the other day someone was showing me the trailer to some neat new indie game they were getting into, and my immediate thought was "that does look pretty nice but FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING! INDIE DEVS, PLAY A SECOND GAME ALREADY!"

Presumably you've already guessed this, but it was a nice little handcrafted thing that was very plainly inspired primarily by Super Metroid. Even had those bubble-looking platforms. I'd say what it was specifically, but I already forgot the name, because, you know, I've kinda seen a few games do this before.

It's not like Super Metroid isn't one of my favorite games of all time, obviously. I'm one of the shockingly few people who played it when it was new and totally fell in love then. And it's also not like there aren't several games made in its image that I also love. It's just that there's way too damn many of them out there for anyone to play, and while I'd never be one to tell someone not to make the thing they want to make due to market saturation or whatever, I kinda feel like we're doing a huge disservice to our collective creativity and appreciation of classic games to all be so hyper-focused on putting our own spins on this one particular game, especially when it kinda knocked things out of the park back when this wasn't a genre it was just this one super cool game with, among other things, a compelling structure to it.

Like, I do love that Super Metroid became A game that's served as a focal point for indie devs to try and recreate. Back when it was first released it actually sold kinda terribly by Nintendo's standards, and didn't really have anything else out there trying to iterate on the concept until we eventually got the Castlevania series going that route, and Cave Story. But at this point, yeah, Super Metroid has been all canonized and studied to death and if you're the sort of person who cares about this sort of thing in the slightest you know all about how it ticks and the appeal and what other ways the basic premise can be pulled in. So it's well past time for people to take another game that's super great and fairly unique and use that as a jumping off point to make some new things. So I'm just going to ramble here a little about some real gems that nobody's ever really gotten around to trying to replicate.

Punch-Out!!

I want to say we're all familiar with Punch-Out!! but... are we? It's a famously difficult game, so odds are good you've seen speedruns or other challenge runs, but you really have to play it for yourself to see what's so interesting about it. A big part of the initial appeal of course was having these really expressive screen-filling characters, which isn't something we're lacking now. It's also real twitchy, basically unplayable towards the end if you're dealing with any sort of input lag at all, which isn't super unique these days, but structurally, the way it's coded, there's all this weird artificial drama to it.

Like, on the surface, it's a pretty straightforward thing. Enemies have tells for their attacks, you dodge those, you hit them in the resulting openings. But there's also the round based structure, knock-downs, and one-off gimmick mechanics in the mix. Officially, we're playing by the rules of boxing where the outcome of a match is decided by either knocking someone down and them not getting back up, knocking them down three times in a round, or running out of time and having to go to some judge's decision. But that's not REALLY how it works.

There's no random chance of someone going down and staying down. You've got HP meters, you take one down, your opponent falls over, waits until late in the count and gets up, forcing you to drain that HP down three times before the round ends, and if yours bottoms out, you get to mash buttons to stand up and have your other two chances. But then there's times you CAN take someone down, not only keeping them down for a KO win, but even getting there without your opponent bottoming out on HP first. The most famous example, I believe of both of these, being Bald Bull's charge. The big dramatic make or break where he just keeps using this special move which isn't terribly hard to dodge, but deadly if it connects, and dodging doesn't really help as he won't stop until the round ends, and then might spend the whole second round doing nothing but. You need to take that risk, and get that frame perfect stomach strike just before he connects to dramatically KO him and snatch victory from the jaws of defeat... or you can do this:

I was actually looking for an example of the all or nothing strike when I found this. If you don't face the charge in round 1, he gets into it sooner in round 2 to force the matter, but if you're still not confident enough to go for it there, turns out you can just drop him early into round 3 and have him stay down... and the only real consistent rule any of this follows is drama. Heck looking at the opening screen here, this person knows tricks for getting a KO on at least the first 10 opponents. Most of them I've always just taken the TKOs on myself. Point is though, the mechanics really run on drama. AI scripts change up if you move onto new rounds. Knock-downs turn into knock outs if and only if it fits a certain narrative. This sort of thing is super fascinating to me. Makes me want to look through the game's code line by line. And the only thing I can think of in any other game that even comes close is, of all things, the Ace Attorney series, with those scenery chewing meltdowns, and scattered scenes that "break the rules" with instant failure penalties or no-win situations where you're then suddenly saved by a friendly NPC's dramatic appearance.

I wouldn't suggest anyone literally try to make a Punch-Out!! clone. There's no real reason to stick to the boxing framework. I'd definitely advise against copying all the broad stereotypes. But there's a real unique soul to the drama-driven mechanics breaking stated rules I'd love to see people really digging into to gain a deep understanding of it and apply that to original games.

Yume Kojo: Doki Doki Panic

I'm not just being pretentious and refusing to say Super Mario Bros. 2. When it was Mario-ized, there were two huge changes- A run button the original FDS game didn't have, and the fundamental structural change of just having you finish levels with whatever character you like (or use warp zones to skip them entirely). In the original game, in order to see the proper ending, you had to play each and every level with each and every character with no run button. And that's neat, actually.

See, just as an example, there's a bit of a skip early on in both versons of the game, where you can avoid taking a door through some whole area by just leaping across a big waterfall. In Super Mario Bros. 2 anyone can do this, just needing a running start, but in the original release, there are no running starts. Either you can jump that gap by way of good airtime, or you can't. Depends which character you play as. Everyone has different stats, so being forced through the same full set of levels, there's a few little things like this where you have to alter your strategy to reflect the character you're running with at the time. That's cool. The whole mechanic of lifting things and throwing them, or riding on enemies' heads, or stacking blocks to reach higher areas or block fireballs, this is also just cool (and another thing SMB2 tweaked actually, play both and see for yourself).

I have seen literally one indie game that riffed on this idea, Curse of the Crescent Isle.

Umihara Kawase

If you've played it, you know. If you haven't, please just watch this speedrun:

Nothing has physics quite like this game. Nothing really has the same weird mildly distressing dream sort of tone to it either, or weird as hell branching level structure, or the weird system where the game has a time limit, but rather than giving a game over just makes it end after your current level. Other games have played with grappling hooks, but nothing I've ever seen has made me feel like this here is what they were going for.

Altered Beast

You know, I don't even particularly LIKE Altered Beast. I always thought it was a bit too short, a bit too simple, and still somehow it felt like you were just killing time until getting the power-ups that kinda make you invincible for the rest of the level.

There's... something here though. Somewhere with these bodies getting so bulky and beefy with no change to their heads and the voice samples and the sense of spectacle to it all, and yeah the dramatic gameplay shifts with the power-ups. I don't quite know what the secret sauce is, but if you find it, bottle it up, and slather it over something less shallow, you might really have something there.

Ecco the Dolphin

There is such a weird mix in the whole series of new age hippie save the whales vibes and genuinely disquieting horror just kinda seamlessly blended together. So much of it is the sound design, but the claustrophobia, the weird sense of speed, the constant pressure of drowning or suddenly being in the face of some huge nasty thing that'll basically one-shot you. The... unspoken but pronounced notion that this is set in a world where all of humanity died and are totally unremembered. There's a hell of a lot you could do with any of this, and the only game I can think of that comes close to hitting the same notes is Subnautica. Actually for that matter...

Subnautica

I don't want to get into what's so great about Subnautica here, because the most common sentiment I hear from people who have played it is they wish there was some way they could play Subnautica for the first time, again. Just... yeah. If you haven't already, play through it all completely blind, and if you can think of how to recapture all of that, do it, and put it in my hands without a word.

X-Com Apocalypse

So... X-Com is a truly amazing game that to this day feels like a unique enough beast it also wouldn't be bad to try and learn from, but there's actually a good number of attempts at clones already, none quite seem willing to get into the same levels of complexity, and there's the whole remade Firaxis series with a simpler take that a lot of games are using as a template. But Apocalypse? The original third game? That tried to do a lot of new and different stuff. I don't know how much of it didn't work vs. how much is secretly amazing if you internalize how it works vs. what's sort of half-baked per se, but there's some real ambition with mixing the original's tactical intricacies and destructible terrain and such (which somehow works even better with the realtime mode this one has), with this living breathing city. You aren't intercepting UFOs on a featureless world map. You've got a whole separate combat engine on a persistent map where stray shots can damage roads and cause long-term problems because the supplies you order get shipped via trucks that travel on those roads. Tons of factions you ideally want support from but can go attack and rob if they feel like lost causes. A tech tree with really dramatic progress and early discoveries that are either double-edges swords or genuinely just terrible things to try to use.

And then the endgame is really neat because instead of just one big final mission, you flip the whole script, and suddenly you're invading an alien city, picking targets to wreak havoc on and ultimately destroy, one by one. Incidentally this also did headcrabs before Half-Life so... I feel like it should be better known just for historical context.

Shadow of the Colossus

I know this is kind of a big technical ask, but why the hell were we not FLOODED with a whole generation of grandiose setpiece-y boss rush games after this first dropped? Perhaps more than anything else on here, someone really needs to get onto scratching this specific itch again, immediately.

I could totally keep going, but more importantly I'm sure you had some game that really left a mark on you that's been largely forgotten since, which I don't even know about, and you should really, if you're up to it, try and teach the world about it and how great it was by blending the old with something new of your own.

Just... draw from wider pools of inspiration, people.

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[mercuryhaze]

MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from @portra400s when necessary... hehe

CHARA INTRO: next up, dylan hwang. he's a 27yr old yuseong bay native, though his heart's not entirely here & he's only recently come back. he's the manager of ojo records and a "rockstar" (used loosely) on hiatus. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: in general, 20+ years ago. dylan was born & raised in santa monica, ca, usa, but spent summers in yuseong bay with his maternal grandparents & then relocated to yuseong bay with his mom when he was about 14. lived in the area until he was 19, then moved to seoul. moved back to yuseong bay in late january 2024 to take some time to focus on himself/his physical & mental health.

what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up, tend to his pet rats, go to work around 10:20am / open the shop by 11am, work until 6:30pm, get dinner, find something social to do for a while (or skip this step), go home, tend to his pet rats, chill, do chores, chill, kiss his rats goodnight, go to bed.

where can your muse usually be found?: first and foremost, ojo records. as the manager & one of two employees, he's pretty much always there. his favorite post-work hangout is pierrot lanes, where he either hangs around the pool tables to hustle anyone who doesn't know better or plays some of the more classic arcade games. hangs out at 88& bar more than he ought to as someone who's trying to quit drinking, but still not as often as you'd think—maybe two nights a week. stops by memoire antiques every weekend, usually around noon on either saturday or sunday. sometimes goes through stints where he won't be seen anyone other than work, as he'll be rotting in bed for the rest of his time. usually tries to stay busy.

how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: it's complicated.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: on one hand, yuseong bay is his hometown & where all of his remaining family is located.... on the other, it's a little too quiet for him. but at this moment in time, he's staying in yuseong bay to "reconnect with his roots", take it slow and try to take on a healthier lifestyle, as the way he was living in seoul turned him into a candle burning at both ends & he'll be in yuseong bay until he feels like that's become a more stable and mature person.

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse's three favorite songs: california dreamin' by the mamas and the papas, big jet plane by angus & julia stone, (don't fear) the reaper by blue oyster cult; a fan of songs that sound "nostalgic" and/or vaguely threatening.

describe your muse's style: eclectic; a big fan of streetwear, collects brands such as nike, vans, chinatown market, stray rats, thisisneverthat, etc. likes bright colors (mainly green, blue, red) and interesting fabrics such as corduroy and sherpa. has his nails painted almost all the time.

color, word, and emoji to describe your muse: prussian blue, "electric", 🛹

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes clowns, history, fresh baked snickerdoodle cookies / really doesn't like people who disagree with him on certain musical opinions, his mom nagging at him to cut his hair when it's already short enough as is, bars that don't allow tabs.

three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive humorous, enthusiastic, adventurous / negative avoidant, self-critical, over-indulgent.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse: good at coming up with things on the spot/making split-second decisions, knows a handful of magic tricks, stupidly good at "rasputin" in just dance / poor conflict resolution skills, holds himself to very low standards, can't cook decent steak no matter how hard he tries.

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?: he's inspired a bit by jonah simms from superstore & nick miller from newgirl, so do with that what you will.

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: for starters, dylan is a man who never made peace with the loss of his father, which happened fourteen years ago now so hopefully being with his family again/taking a break from his fast-paced lifestyle will help him kind of heal??? TW ALCOHOLISM he's also trying to get sober because in general he has an addictive personality and should really quit before it gets any worse than it already is and also he experienced alcohol poisoning and that shit is no joke. so yeah... get sober! END TW

ADDITIONAL INFO.

dylan is the founder, frontman & lead guitarist of a band interchangeably called both haze & through the haze, which he started when he was 19, shortly after he moved to seoul. their main inspirations are cited as being the cocteau twins & blue oyster cult. they never got to the point of being a widely known name, but they're performed at various indie rock festivals nationwide. currently on an indefinite hiatus as dylan decided to take some time to focus on himself & get healthy, which is nice and all, but the rest of the band's kinda pissed 'cause they've been fighting to get a record deal, they finally got one and dylan blew it off. their discography draws from the likes of silica gel, thornapple, hyukoh & the black skirts.

he's from santa monica, california, where he was born and raised for the first 14 years of his life, but he spent summers in yuseong bay with his maternal grandparents. his dad passed away in late 2009, and in early 2010, dylan, his sister, his mother, and his uncle richie (his dad's brother) all relocated to yuseong bay permanently.

dylan's mom opened a hair salon in the area, which she still owns and works at to this day. dylan's sister works there with her, and dylan briefly worked there when he was 18-19 (despite not being licensed lmfao). every now and then he'll pop in to help still.

dylan moved to seoul in 2016, where he resided with only one or two visits to yuseong bay a year up until he moved back in january 2024.

is now the manager of ojo records! the job was absolutely handed to him, as his uncle richie is a good friend of the owner & dylan spent a good amount of time with the two of them while he was growing up. but despite getting handed the job, he is actually a dedicated manager.

he skateboards & is good at it, but falls a lot because he always wants to be better and achieve more. often scraped up.

lives alone with his two pet rats. somewhat of a hoarder. not intervention-level yet, but it could probably get to that point if he's not careful. collects objects to fill his emotional void.

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[gerardway-is-my-babygirl]

Hi here is a renfield ask do you think once he got free he found himself overwhelmed by just not having to be at anyone's beck and call and how did he fill the quiet hours where no one was demanding all of his physical and mental capacities

Ohhh this Is such an Interesting question!!!

Absolutely, his only purpose for the past 90 years has been to serve someone else, so that's definitely going to result In him trying to recreate that attachment to Dracula with someone different. When DRAAG had suggested he try to focus on his own needs he was still trying to please them and make them happy, he did It for himself too of course but It was mainly from them shoving him In the right direction. He's unable to do things for himself unless people encourage him to, so he definitely struggles with reminding himself to eat/drink/shower post-Dracula and gets quite overwhelmed by how many needs he has and how dull his life Is without having to go hunting every night.

For the first few weeks I Imagine he tries to Ignore Dracula's entire existence (It doesn't work very well) and he distracts himself with the hobbies he's been wanting to do for the past century: knitting, crocheting, baking, etc. Everything he does unfortunately reminds him of Dracula though, and the support group and Rebecca keep telling him to stop burying his emotions which doesn't help him to stay In the denial phase, so eventually he snaps.

I Imagine that his grieving process can go one of two ways:

There's a good route, where he falls apart a lot at the beginning but In the end he learns to accept Dracula's death and allow others to help him.

And then there's a bad route, where he doesn't get past the bargaining phase and ends up bringing Dracula back and pushing everyone around him away.

In the good route he tries to recreate a codependent bond with Rebecca, trying to fulfill every need or want she has until she finally opens up his eyes and makes him realise that he can't let Dracula's shadow follow him forever. He still takes a long time to grieve and to process everything that happened to him, but he has Rebecca and the support group by his side. He still has bad days and Insomnia, but he's determined to get better. Some part of him wants to heal just to spite Dracula, but he also wants to be able to enjoy however many remaining years he has left on earth.

To answer your question of what he would do to fill the quiet hours without being given orders; he's very sensitive about dirt and grime post-Drac, so In the good route his OCD ends up coming back In full swing and he forces himself to clean every Inch of living space that he can reach, out of determination not to let another bug Into his life or to be as dirty as he was when with Dracula. He hoards cleaning sprays and cloths as a way to take back control of his life, accidentally exhausting himself most nights and passing out after entire days of scrubbing the floors and counter tops. This continues until Rebecca finally puts her foot down and drags him to therapy.

In the bad route Renfield ends up falling back Into the pit of self-loathing that Dracula had dug out for him. He knows he got out of It before, but being trapped In It a second time only worsens the affects of his hatred for himself, and this time he doesn't try to get out. Over the course of a few months he lets himself fall apart more and more, not getting out of bed, not answering texts, not answering the door, etc. And when Rebecca finally decides to break down the door, he's gone. Renfield returns to the Lobo mansion and collects Dracula's pieces from the sewers, bringing him back to the hospital to heal him up and to get what he thinks Is his happy ending. Their relationship Is worse this time around, but Renfield would rather have a lifetime of pain than a life without Dracula.

Thank you so much for the ask! I love exploring Renfield's life after Dracula and his feelings and decisions he makes!

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