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abbyromanoff · 2 months

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Thicc MILF!R being shamelessly hit on & loved on by a pair of twins, Kate & Hailee (and one of the twins is packing a massive cock)

ME OR HER?

PAIRINGS: Hailee Steinfeld x reader, Kate Bishop x reader

WORD COUNT: 1,501

WARNINGS: small angst, fluff, jealousy, double ending, this is actually horrible plz ignore this, uhm it seems dark but it’s then not…., R has a son, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Ignore this guys I hate how I wrote this sm…

The twins stared down at each other, both chugging down their shots before sharing a glance with you.

“They’re mine, Hailee.” You sighed, feeling her hand come to the bottom of your back.

“Oh, really? Whose bed were they in last week, then?”

“Hailee! Please, can we not bring my sex life up.” You looked around to make sure no one else heard the comment she made, only to remember you were allowed into the VIP section with the two women and only them. Kate turned to face you, hoping her seductive eyes would cause you to fall into her trap.

“Baby, we’ve been together so long-“

“We were together, Katie. Look, both of you, I’m single now and I want to keep it that way, and I don’t want to mess up your relationship anymore than I already have.” You tried to move from the booth, but you were soon pulled in by Hailee and felt yourself being placed onto her lap.

“Hailee, it was a last time thing, never to happen again.” She groaned and wrapped her arms around your waist, placing a peck on your shoulder with a grin.

“Please, love, I’ll give you the entire fucking world if you just let me.” Your eyes fell on Kate who was biting her lip to hold back, her fingers tightening around her glass.

“You know you want me, Y/N, that’s why you can’t resist me. We’ve gotten together so many times because in the end you know you can’t get rid of me.” She spoke up, tapping the table with her other hand.

“We’ve also broken up just as many times, and I don’t want to be with either of you again.” She scooted impossibly closer, placing her hand on your thigh that Hailee tried to push off.

“And James? He loves me, baby, he even called me mama. Don’t you want someone who your dear little boy loves?”

“Don’t bring him into this.” She smirked at your annoyance, and Hailee’s hold on your waist tightened. It made you remember where you were and caused you to tense. Kate suddenly stood and soon found herself standing right in front of you as she looked down, desperate to reach out and touch you.

“There’s nowhere to go, Y/N. We own this piece of shit, you think they won’t listen to us? You’re locked in, and you’re not leaving until you tell us who you want.” You gulped fearfully, eyeing the door that you noticed was turned in a different direction and realized she wasn’t lying. Your breath became uneven as you thought about your options, it was very few.

“And if I couldn’t choose? What then?”

“You will choose, there’s no other choice.” Hailee responded, and you were forced to remember her intoxicating touch and raspy voice. You worried that if she moved then you’d feel more than you wanted, and you’d have an even more difficult time deciding between who to let go.

“Please, if you let me go, I’ll tell you! James is home and my friend is with him, he misses his momma.” You began growing scared of the two women and what they could do, even if you had known them for years it felt like all of that had vanished.

“Don’t you worry about him, love, he’s perfectly fine.” The younger twin, Kate, reassured you.

“We wouldn’t dare hurt him or you, baby, you just need to come to terms with yourself already.” Hailee followed her sister, the two holding a heavy eye contact that you couldn’t read.

ENDING 1: KATE

“I- I can’t decide, I shouldn’t have to; this is foolish!” Kate stared you down with determination, her lips aching to collide with yours as you glanced between her eyes and mouth on occasion.

“We both know it’s always been me, Y/N. Ever since high school it’s been me, Hailee was only some dumbass you used when you missed me and you know it.” The twin was growing a deeper level of anger the more Kate spoke, and she quickly came to defend her side.

“Remember all those talks we shared? Remember how you’d come to me and cry on my shoulders because you felt so guilty that you still loved me whenever you were with her? I know you need me, you’ve always loved me.” You sighed and tried to loosen yourself once again. You made eye contact with Kate, giving a sad smile as you leaned your head down.

“Hailee, Kate’s right. I’m sorry but, it’s always been her, even when I loved you I always loved her more. I’m sorry.” You bit your lip as you played with your fingertips, and you felt guilt beginning to invade your body. This wasn’t fair. Why were they doing this to you?

“Yes! I knew it! I fucking told you, didn’t I?” She glanced at her sister with a smirk that carried a smile behind it, shrugging her shoulders as she placed her hand on top of yours to guide you up for her lap.

“You’re a bitch, you know that?”

“Mm, call me a bitch all you want but I’m the one who won in the end?” You shared a shocked glance between the two, your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wait, this was all just a stupid bet between you two? You got me scared for nothing?” They both laughed lightheartedly as if you hadn’t been in true, genuine fear only moments ago.

“It was just a little joke, baby. Well, plus a twenty-dollar bet between us.” Hailee handed her the bill from her pocket with an eye roll.

“So, that was all for nothing? I thought you two were going to, like, I don’t know, kill me, or something!” Hailee stood suddenly, and it was still difficult to make eye contact with her knowing deep down she was hoping you chose her.

“Oh, please, this one here cries when she steps on an ant, you really think she’d try to hurt you?”

“You’re the one still scared of spiders!”

“So are you!” You let out a breath of relief as the two began a banter, your mind now at ease as you knew you were safe in the arms of Kate.

ENDING 2: HAILEE

“Kate, Hailee’s right. I’m sorry but, it’s always been her, even when I loved you I think I always loved her more. I’m sorry.” You bit your lip as you played with your fingertips, and you felt guilt beginning to invade your body. This wasn’t fair. Why were they doing this to you?

“Fuck! You had to go with that one? I lost because of you.” The older sister glanced at her with a smirk, shrugging her shoulders as she leaned her head onto your shoulder.

“Hand it over, Kit Kat?”

“Stop calling me that already, you child.” You shared a shocked glance between the two, your eyebrows raised and your mouth slightly agape.

“Wait, this was all just a stupid bet between you two? You got me scared for nothing?” They both laughed lightheartedly as if you hadn’t been in true, genuine fear only moments ago.

“It was just a little joke, baby. Well, plus an extra way to pay for my shopping trip tomorrow.” Kate handed her the bill from her pocket with an eye roll as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“So, that was all for nothing? I thought you two were going to, like, I don’t know, kill me, or something!” Kate sat back down with a grunt suddenly, chugging down her martini that you forgot she had ordered nearly an hour ago. It still hurt to look at her, but you knew you had made the right decision.

“Oh, please, this one here cries when she steps on an ant, you really think she’d try to hurt you?”

“You’re the one still scared of spiders!”

“So are you!” You let out a breath of relief as the two began a banter, your mind now at ease as you knew you were safe in the arms of Hailee.

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eu-nicola · 3 months

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Beyond Friendship - Percy Jackson x Reader

summary: In a journey of years, you and Percy discover that your connection goes beyond friendship.

warnings: without ( maybe clarify that I don't like what I wrote )

thanks to @lady-ashfade for the amazing divider

You and Percy were in front of the mysterious Oracle of Delphi. With determination in their eyes, they decided to accept this journey so that no one else would have to go through any danger. You didn't imagine that such a mission would ever be given to you, but you were still willing to do your best to emerge victorious.

Not even a week had passed that you and Percy had already set out on the path for this task, you certainly still had a long way to go but with Percy by your side things became easier for you.

“Do you think we're ready for this?” Percy asked you.

“Yes, I believe it, we are children of our Gods and that makes us stronger and more intelligent, that's what my mother always tells me.” You answered him while you settled on a couch in a hotel that your mother had arranged for you to get to.

“Have you always been close to your mother?”

“As far back as I can remember, she claims me from the first minute i arrived at the camp. I felt honored to be her daughter.”

“I'm glad that at least one is close to a God.” While Percy was saying all this you could tell how he really wanted to be close to his father.

“The gods act in strange ways, don't worry, I'm sure your father wants the same thing, it's just difficult.”

"I guess so".

"Percy, you know we should start planning what we're going to do." You asked him.

“Yes, well, I haven't thought about it much. Do you have any idea?".

“Maybe we should go to the temple of Athena, there is a hidden library there.” Said.

“That sounds good but now I want to sleep, rest.” After that you and Percy fell asleep as fast as you could.

As the days went by and you investigated the clues, you and Percy without realizing it became closer and every time you spent time together you got along better. Percy's bravery and cunning complemented perfectly with your beauty and insight.

In every dangerous situation both found themselves in, supported each other, trusting in yours abilities and the special connection they had discovered. Together, they overcame obstacles, faced mythological creatures, and challenged powerful enemies trying to stop them.

With each step they took, the enigma slowly unraveled. You and Percy discovered that the Oracle of Delphi held dark secrets that threatened the fate of the demigods and the balance of the world.

Armed with their bravery and determination, they faced the powerful enemies that protected the Oracle. They no longer seemed like just two children but rather young people willing to do whatever was necessary to protect their loved ones.

This journey had lasted for years where you had made new friends and new people had joined you in the same situation, in that time you and Percy realized how much you had learned from each other. Their connection had grown into something more than friendship.

Together, they continued to face challenges and celebrate each achievement. Their connection grew even stronger, becoming an inseparable team. At the end of your journey, you and Percy had completed everything and solved the riddle, which had taken you down difficult but never impossible paths.

When they finally returned to Camp Half-Blood, their names were already echoing throughout the camp and even Olympus, for now everything was at peace and they hoped it would stay that way.

#fanfic #oneshot #imagine #x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fic #percy pjo #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #pjo x you #pjo fanfic #pjo tv show #pjo series

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bloodynereid · 6 months

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Can I request Jordan Li x reader dating headcanons where reader is Andre’s twin sister who’s ability is to covert energy into physical things such as force fields and blasts? Take like, Gwen from Ben 10 for example

Psych Classes & Lakes | headcanons

pairing: jordan li x fem! reader

tw: alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, bad parents, nothing else really

description: the evolution of your relationship with jordan from your first meeting to beyond God U.

a/n: hii once again apologies for taking so long to write this. also sry for this being kind of short - i hope you enjoy either way <333 lmk ur thoughts and my requests are open atm even if i may take a while to get to them lol.

You grew up in the spotlight alongside Andre. You were the Wonder Twins as Vought had decided to dub you, which was horribly cheesy but worked for their marketing scheme somehow. The relationship between you and Andre was never strained or hurt because you lived your lives as Polarity’s children. Mostly you just got into arguments whenever Andre hid his weed from you.

Even if Andre had inherited his powers from your father you got something you considered was way better. You had the ability to manipulate matter into force fields, blasts and had advanced healing. Which is what initially got you to bond with Jordan.

It was around the first month of God U when you first met Jordan in a supe psych class, something that you had always found fascinating.

You both had instantly connected about your love of psychology and the similarity of your powers. You introduced them to the little friend group you and Andre had started to create and they fit in seamlessly.

Over the course of freshman year you very much fell for Jordan - who wouldn’t? And thankfully they also feel for you. Your brother and the rest of your friends constantly teased the two of you to make a move, something that didn’t happen until the summer before sophomore year.

You had invited Jordan over to your family’s lake house - because obviously Polarity would have a lake house, and you spent the entirety of a month lounging around in the hot sun and just talking.

It was a particularly hot and sticky summer night when you and Jordan were lying on the deck sipping from one of the many bottles that your dad had stashed up here for fancy parties.

Bourbon must have been the thing to give you enough courage to finally just kiss Jordan or maybe it was the way that the moonlight highlighted their features just right.

Your first kiss was a sort of clumsy affair but your second kiss… oh that was the kind of thing that the poets wrote about.

The relationship between the two of you only continued to blossom during your sophomore year and the summer after. Jordan organized little dates which honestly made you question why they ever thought of themselves as not being romantic.

Meeting the parents was another matter… one that had actually caused one of your first big fights as a couple. In the end your dad ended up being incredibly supportive of the two of you but… Jordan’s parents were a different matter. Let’s just say that you spent the next few days after that encounter binging random CW shows in bed together.

Andre was your relationship’s biggest fan. When you told him about him he just laughed and said that it was about time because you almost made him lose a bet against Cate.

You and Jordan may have had your ups and downs but you made it through the chaos of God U together and somehow managed to score big city contracts. You were each other’s rock. You were there through everything for Jordan and they did the same for you.

Maybe happy endings for supes actually happened, you and Jordan were an example of that.

ahhh that was fun to write - i should do headcanons more often <3

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dakotalun · 6 months

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hi!! I just read both parts to your series ‘You Belong With Me’ and holy shit it’s so good!! I wanted to ask if I could request something maybe?? :)

i was thinkin something where Eddie and a super shy girl are dating. They’re only like three weeks into dating but they love each other so much. Reader’s parents fight a lot (maybe Eddie knows), and she randomly shows up on his trailer doorstep crying one day cause of it…sm fluff plz😭🙏

omg I love this prompt! I wrote this in one day because I simply couldn't stop thinking about it!!

Words: 2.2k

Eddie is the best thing to happen this year. I never thought that I would be dating the town “freak” but here I am. The only thing is that he’s not a freak, well in the ways everyone describes him as he’s not. He’s got a very sweet and loving side to him that if you just gave it time he would show.

It became apparent how much of a caring side he has when I told him about my parents.

“They hate each other! I never understood why the hell they got married in the first place. I mean if two people hate each other so much why be together?” I was ranting and pacing about the most recent argument my parents had.

“Sweets, you gotta calm down, please. Come sit,” Eddie motions for me to sit down on the bed next to him but I keep pacing, there are too many emotions for me to be still right now.

“I can’t calm down, I mean they do this all the time! They act all fine and loving around me but then once they think I’ve gone to bed they rip each other’s throats out. I can’t fucking deal with it anymore!” I can feel the tears welling up at the corner of my eyes, but I refuse to cry over them, over this.

Eddie gets up and stands in my path, “Move,” I look at him waiting but he doesn’t budge, “Eddie move. Please.”

“Nope. Not until you take a deep breath and calm down. This is too much for you right now, you just need to sit with it, trust me. If anyone knows fucked up families it’s me.”

“Don’t say that,” My heart breaks hearing him say stuff like that, “You didn’t choose for your parents to leave you.”

“And you didn’t choose for yours to hate each other,” He places his hands on my shoulders, “If anything else happens just know that I’m here for you. If they start fighting and you need a place to crash come here, Wayne won’t mind and if he does then I’ll kick him out.”

I laugh at his joke, knowing that he would really do it if it had to be done.

“Okay,” I wrap my arms around his waist, pulling him tight, “Thanks Eds. I love you.”

“Love you too honey.”

That was last week. Only last week when Eddie said I could come over any time they were fighting and I didn’t wanna hear it. So when I heard the screams come from down the hall I started getting dressed, but then I stopped. It was only last week. Was it too soon to come over and sleep at his place?

We’ve slept in the same place before but it was merely by accident, either we were watching tv in my living room and we fell asleep or we were cuddling after school and fell asleep. Never was it purposeful, until now.

Another scream comes from my parents room, followed by a crash. I have to leave. I can’t deal with this, so I continue getting dressed and pack a small bag before sneaking out of my room. The worst part is that I can’t even jump out of my window like most teens, I have to actually use the front door if I wanna leave.

Quietly I open the door to my bedroom and slink out of it as quickly as I can without making noise. Their shouts are louder out here, no cushion protecting my ears now. This also means I can clearly hear what they are yelling about.

“DAVE I HAVE TOLD YOU A THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE-” My mom’s voice coes riquseing down the hall.

“AND I’M TELLING YOU THAT I. DON’T. CARE! WE DO NOT HAVE THE MONEY FOR IT AND THERE IS NO WAY TO GET IT!” My dad’s voice follows close behind.

“WHY NOT? IS IT BECAUSE YOU KEEP SPENDING IT ON HOOKERS AND DRUGS? ARE YOU TRYING TO BREAK UP THIS FAMILY?!”

“FAMILY? FAMILY? YOU THINK THIS IS A FMAILY? THIS IS TWO HUMANS WHO HAD A KID TOGETHER FAR TOO EARLY AND NOW HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO TAKE CARE OF IT!”

It. He referred to me as an it, not a she, or a they, or hell even a he. A fucking it! I’ve been their kid for 17 years now and they can’t even pretend to love me. I guess I was never their kid, I was just a burden for them. Well now they don’t have to worry about me.

I rush towards the steps and out the front door, not caring to be quiet anymore. I can feel the raindrops on my skin as they mix with the ever flowing tears. But I don’t care, I need to get as far away from that hell hole as I can, I need to be somewhere safe. I need Eddie.

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I’m walking for what feels like hours, the rain now completely soaked through my clothes. My feet and hands are frozen but I can’t turn back now, I’m closer to Eddie’s than I am home anyways.

Walking through this part of town at this time of night was always peaceful, it would help me clear my head of all the things it was holding on to. The pain, anxiety and depression would slowly fade away as I walk, left, right, left, right, left, right. Until there was nothing to think of anymore, nothing to worry about.

Now, as I walk the familiar route to the trailer park, my brain can’t seem to shut up or shut off. The screams and yells from my parents flood every corner of my brain, never letting go. No matter how hard I try to get rid of them, they stick like super glue.

I look up from the sidewalk noticing the world around me getting slightly brighter than it was before. Eddie. My heart flutters at the thought of him, the way I know he will hold me and kiss my forehead. I turn into the trailer park, now only a minute away from the one I love.

I approach the doorstep and before I can knock I take a deep breath hoping it will make it less noticeable that I was crying the whole way here. But it doesn’t.

So I knock anyway. Knock, knock, knock. The sound rings through the small home like a pen dropping in an empty room. There’s shuffling on the other end and then the click of the lock. The door swings open to reveal Wayne, Eddie’s uncle. He’s standing there in his work clothes, one shoe on the other sitting by his recliner.

“Oh honey,” He steps aside and ushers me in, helping me take my coat off, “Did you walk all the way here?”

I nod, not trusting my voice just yet. Eddie calls from the other room, “Who is it? I just ordered pizza so it really shouldn’t be here ye-” He talks as he walks out of his room, cups and plates sitting in his hand.

“Shit.” He rushes over to me and cups my face in his hands, “What happened? What’s going on?” His eyes are frantic and he looks back and forth from me to Wayne, hoping someone will answer.

“My-” My voice cracks as I try to speak so I take a moment to think of what to say, “Parents.” I finally settle on.

Eddie just nods and pulls me in for a hug, not caring that I’m soaked from head to toe. Wayne finishes putting on his other shoe then walks over to Eddie.

“She can stay as long as she needs, okay? Don’t worry about it. I’ll bring some stuff home after my shift.” Then he pats him on the shoulder and heads out into the pouring rain that you just escaped from.

Eddie keeps holding me while I cry into his chest, wishing that this nightmare of a life was over. As I calm down I can hear him spftly whispering things to me.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you. You’re safe here. I love you so much baby.” The words fill my heart with warmth and happiness that I can’t help but to stop thinking about my parents.

I sadly pull away from Eddie, missing his warmth and look up at him, “Thank you.” My voice is still weak but it’s less strained than before.

“It’s nothing. I told you I’m always here for you, I don’t care when you come over as long as I know you’re safe.” He plants a kiss on my temple, “Can I start a warm bath for you? I don’t want you to catch a cold from these wet clothes.”

This. This is the Eddie everyone needs to see, if they did they would understand him the way I do. This sweet and caring boy who only wants the best for those he loves and cares for. I couldn’t have wished for anyone more perfect than him.

I nod my head and follow him as he leads us to the small bathroom next to his bedroom. He turns the faucet on and tests the temperature before turning back to me.

“I’ll set out some clothes on my bed and here,” He grabs a towel from the hall closet, “Is a towel for when you’re done. I’m just gonna be in the living room, so call if you need anything okay?”

“Thank you.”

“You already said that sweet girl,” A smile spread across his face, showing off his signature dimples.

“I know, but I want you to know that I really mean it,” I give him a quick kiss before he’s heading out into the living room again.

I quickly strip down, tearing the wet clothes from my body with some struggle, before finally getting into the warm water that Eddie prepared. The heat immediately starts to soothe my aching muscles and joints, the feeling bringing a wash of relaxation over me.

I wash myself off and clean my hair with Eddie’s coconut shampoo and conditioner. I always love the smell when he’s fresh out the shower and the scent is the strongest. After I’m thoroughly cleaned I get out and dry myself most of the way, only missing a few spots on my back.

I exit the bathroom and am blasted with a wave of cold air, sending shivers up my spine. I head into Eddie’s room to change and dry my hair. I walk in and notice that he left out his favorite Hellfire short and some grey sweats for me to wear, even if they both are over sized I love the gesture. I throw them on and admire the fit in his mirror before heading out to Eddie in the next room.

“There she is!” Eddie says, opening his arms wide, “How ya feelin’?” I walk over and snuggle up next to him, engulfed in the scent and warmth of him once again.

“Better. Still a little cold though,” I nuzzle further into him, not that there’s much room between us already.

“Well you’re in luck. I looked in the pantry and found some hot cocoa mix and mini marshmallows. I got your mug sittin in the kitchen,” Before I could even try to get it myself Eddie is up and off the couch and in the kitchen warming up my cocoa. He comes back only seconds later with a large mug topped with far too many marshmallows.

“Thank you,” I say as I reach out and grab the mug with both hands. I take a sip and feel as the warm liquid heats me from the inside. “DId you add-”

“Peppermint and cinnamon, yes ma’am. I know what you like,” He winks at me. A blush creeps up my cheeks at the words but I hide my face in the delicious drink before he can see. Eddie turns away from me to grab a nearby blanket and toss it over my shoulders, but he doesn’t go back to his seat.

“Come back! I miss your warmth.”

“Yeah yeah in a minute I gotta put this movie on first,” He’s crouched in front of the tv shuffling through disks and tapes. A minute later he finds the one he was looking for with a triumphant “Here it is, that little bastard.”

I just roll my eyes at him as he sets up the movie. Finally done with that and anything else he might need to do, Eddie slides in next to me and cuddles in the blanket as well. We watch as the screen brightens and the opening scene of my favorite movie starts to play.

“Wait, how did you?” I look between the tv and the man next to me, who just has a smile on his face as he looks at my shocked expression. “I bought it a while ago, figured you’d be over a lot so I might as well start making it more homey for you.”

I am in too much shock to utter any words so I opt for smothering him in kisses instead. This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me and I can’t imagine anyone else sitting here next to me other than Eddie. We both burst out laughing before settling down and watching the movie before both of us drift off to sleep.

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hearts4renaa · 10 months

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WOULD’VE BEEN YOU.

summary: childe, diluc, and alhaitham as the loves you experienced and let go of. maybe in some other world, they were the one. contains: 1.2k words. the one that got away, angst, breakups, loves that simply didn't work out. gender neutral reader a/n: oopsies i just disappeared lmao 😭 wrote this while listening to folklore, more specifically "the 1" by taylor swift. enjoy, reblogs appreciated <3

The one who stays as your biggest “what if”.

The two of you were well aware your relationship wouldn’t last. After all, an Inazuman noble like yourself and the esteemed Master Diluc surely don’t belong together. Besides, he knew your stay in Mondstadt was temporary; you’d only be around for three months. Despite all the signs pointing away, the two of you were brought together by some twist of fate. A cruel or magical twist of fate, Diluc wasn’t sure. But he knew you’d have to leave one day. And that day was today.

Diluc’s eyes are fond as he gazes at you. You look back with the same affection, but he cannot ignore the looming sadness in your stare. The two of you are standing in front of your carriage, truly putting everything into place for Diluc. After this carriage door shuts, it’s over. You grab his hands, softly cradling them. “Thank you, Diluc.”

He looks at you, confused. “For what?”

“For giving me the best three months of my life.” You chuckle sadly. “I wouldn’t trade our time together for anything.”

He offers a small smile. It’s quiet for a fee moments before his soft voice reached your ears. “Do you ever think about how our relationship would be if things were different?” You give him a look, one to silently ask him to expand. “If we weren’t both high class, or if we had met when we were older. Things like that.”

You sigh. “I do, all the time.” You peer at the sun. Ever second brings you closer to your departure. It’s time to go. You let go of his hands and wordlessly open the carriage door to climb in. A hand stops you from closing it.

“When will I see you again?” Diluc whispers.

You smile ruefully. “I cannot guarantee that we will meet again.” His face fell. “But,” You grab his hand to gently remove it from the door. “I can confidently say that I will never forget you.”

His eyes are downcast. “I won’t forget you either.” You lean down to kiss his forehead gently before the carriage door shuts. Before Diluc knows it, you’re riding off into the distance, away from Mondstadt. Away from him.

It’s over.

The one you liked but didn’t love anymore.

You really thought you and Childe were each others forever love, but something changed. It was hard to admit; the two of you were together for so long. Years of time and effort were poured into your relationship. Were you really able to throw it all away, just like that?

Falling out of love with someone you still like is a process. First, denial creeps around the corner, trying to convince you that time will fill the gaps, or you think you can replace what’s left. Then rolls around anger. At yourself or at him, you don’t know. But you do know that you don’t want things to end like this, or to end at all. Bargaining happens next, where you pray to the Seven. “Please, please, please” being the only words to leave your lips, begging them to bring back what was once there. Then, it turns into sadness, where you know you need to grow. But you can’t do it together. Finally, it ends with acceptance, like being in a hot shower for hours. But then your skin starts to shrivel, and the water begins to cool down. You want to stay in it’s warm embrace forever, but you know it’s time to go.

You can’t run away from the truth forever. So there you were today, sat across from Childe at the dinner table.

“Childe, I don’t think I love you anymore.”

And so it goes. The tears flowed and throats got choked up. He knew it too; he may act dumb but he’s definitely not stupid. There’s no way he could miss how the affection fleeted away, like dandelions in the wind.

“I don’t want to fall out of love with you.” He chokes through his tears, one hand gripping yours, like you would disappear if he dared to let you slip through his grasp. “I don’t want to live without loving you.”

"I know." is all you can whisper as your own tears fall. Later that night, when all of his items are in boxes and into his ride, the two of you stand on your porch in the heavy rain. The rain mimics the tears you two shed as you hold each other for the last time. He kisses you one last time before getting into his ride. He looks you in the eye, sadness evident.

"I really, truly, loved you." He tells you, and you feel your eyes begin to sting again.

"I loved you so much more."

The one you let go of because everyone else doubted your relationship.

Alhaitham’s reputation precedes him, there’s no doubt about that. Rumors and controversy almost always lingered around him like a smoke he couldn’t ever shake off. Telling your loved ones about your relationship with the scholar didn’t provide you with the reactions you had wanted; many of them were doubtful, no matter how they said it.

Some were sugarcoat it and tried to lay it on you easy - “Well, I just think he’s a very stoic man. Do you think you could stay with him in the long-run? He seems very busy… we just want what’s best for you.” Others were blunt, not bothering to try and smooth things over - “He doesn’t seem like he’s anything but trouble. You’re only going to get hurt.” But no matter what string of words flowed from their mouths, they all led to the same thing: You and Alhaitham wouldn’t last.

But you were ready to block out the noise fron the beginning; you saw what no one else did. How his eyes softened at the mention of you, how he was attentive to all your needs, how he showed his love in ways only you could understand. But one person can only take so much. It’s not hard for the opinions of your family and friends to seep into your mind, through every tiny crack in your resolve. Eventually, each crack caused your determination to stay with him to crumble. One cut won’t kill you, but a thousand of them will.

“I think we should break up.”

The look on Alhaitham’s face when you ended things with him is engraved in your memory. His features were void of all emotion, just neutral, like a blank canvas. “Okay.” is the only word that leaves his lips. He is silent afterwards.

“That’s it?” You question, slightly hurt by his seeming indifference.

“What do you expect me to do?” He responds, crossing his arms. “You already made up your mind. I figured this was coming sooner or later. I’m not deaf. I know what’s been said about me.”

You couldn’t say anything. What could you possibly say about that? There’s no way to sugarcoat it. Your mouth is dry, breath hitched, and thoughts of him, yourself, and your relationship spinning in a whirlwind in your head, and suddenly it all feels like too much. “I’ll take my leave.” You mutter, rushing to the door.

There’s two things you’ll never forget about this incident: the way he made no effort to stop you, and the way you regret it for months after.

#genshin #genshin impact #alhaitham x reader #childe x reader #diluc x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin angst

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𓄹𓄼 Rainy day brew 𓄼𓄹

(No outbreak Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary : Can a stormy night and well brewed coffee bring two hearts together?

Rating : Explicit/+18 (Smut! MDNI)

Word count : 6,336 (I got carried away sorry..)

Warnings/tags : No outbreak AU, pining, Alternating POV, pet names, one “yes, ma’am” because I couldn’t help it, a sprinkle of plot, SMUT (unprotected PiV sex, fingering, dirty talk, grinding, kissing, teasing, One (1) playful ass slap, creampie), storms (rain, thunder & lightning), A LOT of yapping about pour over coffee, no use of y/n.

A/N : Hello again! Today I come with Joel smut 🙏🏻. I wrote this for @undercoverpena ‘s April Showers Challenge! I absolutely fell in love with the idea when i saw it, cuz if there’s one thing about me it’s that I LOVE rain! So ofc i had to try and do it <3 A big huge colossal thank you to @joels-darlin for being my lovely beta <33 and @coispunk for not blocking me after i bounced off the walls contemplating if i should upload this or not ✨✨✨

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“You need a ride home darlin’?”

You turn to the source of the voice and find Joel talking to you through the rolled down window of his pick up truck.

“Oh! no it’s okay I can wait for the rain to—”

“Non ‘a that now, This storm could last ‘til tomorrow night” he leans over the passenger seat to open the door for you.

It’s not that you wouldn’t appreciate the ride —you most certainly would— but you didn’t want to be an inconvenience and you especially didn’t want Joel to think that you were aburden.

You didn’t know each other very well. Your best friend Maria is dating his brother Tommy. And you’ve been dragged to a couple of dinners and drinks over the last couple of months with the three of them. But the conversations were always guided by the other two, so you and Joel never really spoke much. In fact, you had the fleeting idea that maybe Joel didn’t like you. He’s always so tense around you, you know this because you literally saw his jaw tensing after you showed up. And you caught him glaring at you a couple of times. You thought you may have unknowingly offended him somehow, but Maria assured you afterwards that you didn't say or do anything wrong and that he was probably just tired. So you let it go, but the idea is still floating around in your head.

Tonight was one of those nights where you went out for drinks, Maria and Tommy headed home early and left you with Joel half an hour ago. And not long after that Joel excused himself saying he had an early morning and said his goodbyes.

You waited a couple of minutes before you got out as well. Only, much to your delight; a storm was brewing and it was raining by the time you were ready to walk home. What an incredible choice you made to walk instead of drive on this day.

When Joel was one street away from where he left you at the bar. He thought back on when you mentioned leaving your car at home because you thought it was nice weather for a stroll. He tried really hard to get the idea of you walking home in this storm out of his head. You can manage. Get an uber, call a cab, whatever. But then again, Joel's southern manners would never allow him. That, and this big, colossal crush he has on you.

The first time he ever saw you was when he picked up Tommy from Maria’s (and your) apartment one morning. Tommy left him waiting long enough for you to get out and go to work (he assumed). You really had him in a chokehold. You were really, breathtakingly beautiful. You had your hair in a high ponytail with a few strands deliberately out, framing the gorgeous features of your face. You had both your hands full. One had a large handbag hanging from your wrist, hand holding a travel mug and a coat hanging on your forearm. The other hand was holding a bright red watering can. You started watering the flower beds on the windowsills and the big pot of gardenias right by the door. Your next door neighbour, an old lady, got out at that time. And Joel saw your cheery smile for the first time, and what he assumed were good mornings were exchanged. What a sweet, little thing.

He had the sudden urge to roll down the car window so he could hear what voice accompanied that divine face. But he thought better of it. And sooner than he would prefer, you were in your car and driving off.

When Tommy finally showed up, apparently physically unable to take his lips off of Maria’s, judging by how they never separated even after he was out the door. Joel rolled his eyes and turned his face away from that scene and towards the street on his other side.

Finally Tommy got into the car with a disgusting, lovesick smile on his face. But he smelled like shampoo and his hair was relatively wet. He showered and for that Joel is eternally grateful.

“You’re late” Joel deadpanned.

“And good morning to you too, brother” The younger man scoffed before placing two travel mugs in the cup holders.

Joel scrunched his eyebrows “what's that?”

“Coffee, Maria’s roommate brews her own with one ‘a those pour over kits and she insisted that we try hers.”

Joel’s throat went dry, thinking about that pretty girl he was unashamedly staring at, going out of her way to make enough coffee for her friend’s boyfriend’s brother. A sweet, delightful little thing.

“That’s real nice of her” if his voice cracked a little, Tommy didn’t notice.

“Yeah it is. So I’ve been thinkin’,” Tommy changed the subject faster than Joel would like. “You think you can drop me off at my place at say.. Two?”

“Two? We finish at the site at least after Three, what d’ya mean you wanna get out at Two?” Joel shifted his eyes from the road long enough to glare at his brother.

“Yeah I know but I was thinkin’” Joel is really starting to hate it when Tommy thinks “today’s me and Maria’s six months anniversary, and I kinda wanna do somethin’ special for her”

Six months anniversary Joel mentally scoffed, the fuck is a six months anniversary? And why isn’t he talking more about that damn sweet roommate!

“Yeah no can do, Romeo. We’re already behind ‘cause ’a last week, need I remind you that you ditched me laying down parquet on my own? had to do the three bedrooms that day all by myself”

“I told you we should’a done planks instead of parquet but you never listen to me, do you?” Tommy’s counter argument was weaker than he was hoping for. It was the owner’s choice, not Joel’s. And they both knew it. “Plus I had a damn plausible excuse that day”

“Not sure if a discount on an already cheap restaurant counts as plausible”

“It wasn’t just a ’discount’, Joel. It was a surf ‘n turf for half the price!”

“Yeah well I was surfin’ and turfin’ alone on the floors of the Johnsons. You’re not ditchin’ me again.”

Tommy slumped down on his chair like a toddler would.

On a red light Joel finally picked up his mug and took his first sip. A sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making little thing.

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Before he even knew it, Joel was opening the passenger side door for you, not taking no for an answer. Thankfully, you didn’t put up that much of a fight and climbed your pretty ass in his truck.

The ride was pretty short and silent. The sound of thunder and loud smacks of raindrops against the car not leaving much room for chatting anyway.

When he parked as close as he could to your door, he reached behind your seat to the pocket of it. And brought out a small, folded umbrella. He knew it was a mere seconds walk from the car to your door, but he had the umbrella with him already, so why risk giving you a cold? Your nose, red and sniffling. He had to actively suppress the upturn of the corners of his lips.

“Here” he handed you the umbrella and before you could get a chance to speak, he followed with “not taking no for an answer, darlin’. Gettin’ soaked in this wind could get you sick”

“Um.. actually the storm’s getting stronger, and I was gonna suggest you come inside? I don’t know if I’m comfortable with you driving in this weather”

A sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful little thing.

He looked out the windows, trying to figure out his next move.

“Think I’ll take you up on that offer. It does look pretty bad, and the slippery streets are harder to navigate when I can’t see further than my nose.” He brought his eyes to you. Hoping he wouldn’t seem too eager to agree.

You graced him with a smile and said “well alright then, guess now I don’t have to feel bad for hogging you umbrella”

“ ‘s not hogging if I’m voluntarily givin’ it to you” he smirked as he turned off the car. He got out of it with a quick “stay where you are” and opened the umbrella as he rounded to your side of the truck.

You walked under the umbrella he was holding. You’ve never been this close to him before and it gave you goosebumps that had nothing to do with the weather. You fiddled with your keys until you got the door open. There was no car outside or shoes in the foyer. They must’ve gone to Tommy's then. As much as you always wanted some quiet, alone time in your apartment. This was not one of those times. You were hoping Maria and Tommy were here to take the edge off of being alone with Joel, but you can’t really back out now and you’re already here. So, time to take a page out of the southern manners book.

”What would you like to drink?” you offered after he settled on the couch. His large frame dwarfing your whole living room, making everything look almost miniature. The thought had you blushing and you don’t really know why, but you don’t even want to find out.

“Coffee would be nice, if it's not a bother” his voice travelled through his place on the couch to the kitchen.

You can’t help the excited grin you have on “not at all! I just got a new Holklotz set that I’ve been dying to try out” when you get a new brewing set, you need time to experiment with different coffee grinds, ratios and timing between blooming and brewing to master the perfect cup. Time is a luxury not available to you on late mornings when you trade it for extra minutes of sleep.

Footsteps approaching the kitchen make you raise your head to see Joel coming into view, his eyebrows scrunched and confused “you got a what?”

You smile and hold the wooden base of the dripstand that you took out of the cabinet “this is my newest set, it arrived a week ago but between work and being too tired after, I haven’t had the time to bring it out and try it yet. Until now” you look at him with a too excited smile that you don’t try to hide.

“Well alrighty then, you happen to have here the perfect white mouse, test away” he settles at the barstool by the kitchen island that you’re standing by. You weigh the coffee beans and put them in the manual grinder, set to the size you need. Not too coarse but not too fine.

“Okay white mouse, care to help?” You hold up the grinder.

“Tell me what you need, boss” he concludes. So, you hand him the grinder to work on it as you heat the water and take the rest of the set out and put it together.

He continues working on grinding the coffee and wonders if you have immensely great upper body strength, since you do this every morning. His coffee is already ground and comes in a container. He doesn’t see the necessity for an upper body workout every time you need a little caffeine. But truth be told, he has been craving that coffee you made him that one time. Damned if it wasn’t the best cup he’s ever had.

The silence is killing him, and he has to avail from the storm that brought him to your home. “So, when you’re not at work or training for an arm wrestlin’ tournament,” he gestures to the grinder “what do you like to do?”

“Obviously, I take part in the tournaments I train for” you say with a serious expression that has his eyes widened in surprise. “I’m kidding, Joel. Although I think I have a good solid shot at winning.” You stick your nose up in the prettiest little smug face and Joel wants to kiss it away so bad. Focus.

He drags himself back to the present “can’t argue with that. But, if you’re basing that over this,” he again gestures to the grinder in his hands “then it’s not enough bargain for winning”.

You scoff and raise your hands up, wiggling your fingers “you have no idea what these hands can do” Joel can see you regretted blurting out the words without thinking, judging by the rising blush on your face and the way you don’t meet his eyes anymore. He can’t say he’s any better, his mind is already conjuring unholy images, reeling his brain and sending a rush of tingling heat down south.

What can they do? He imagines your small hands trying to wrap around his throbbing cock. Or you writhing on your bed stuffing yourself with three of your too small fingers, desperately trying to cum. He bets he can do it faster and better for you. If you give him the chance.

He knows he shouldn’t be picturing you like this. It’s crazy to even think about you like this. You haven’t even told him if you’re interested. Hell he never even said anything to show you he’s interested.

Clearing your throat, this time you’re the one bringing him back to the present, you say “anyway, I think I got off topic there” you let out a nervous chuckle. “To answer your question. My time is pretty much divided between work, coffee and my plants. I’m kinda boring, don’t really got much going on”

Joel doesn’t hear the presence of a partner in your life, and he selfishly likes it.

“Don’t sound boring to me, ‘s pretty comfortable” you smile at his comment and he gives you the coffee grounds, ready to be used.

You start your brewing process, talking him through every step you’re doing. Wetting the filter, dumping the coffee grounds in and meticulously pouring the water on the dripper. The blooming, the timing. He can’t promise he heard everything. Because you bite your bottom lip and your face contorts in the cutest focused face and he can’t help but stare. You really love doing this and he wants to eat you up.

“My chemex is my go-to on late mornings,” You suddenly pipe up as you’re waiting for the water to drip through the coffee grounds. “Even though it takes longer than a V60, It’s just faster to clean up and I can dual-task while it’s brewing. So I don’t mind.”

He lets out a hum from the back of his throat, considering what you said. “What about the taste? Whaddya like more?” He surprises himself that he actually cares and not just trying to be polite.

“I like them both the same, the flavour with the V60 is usually richer ‘cause the filters are thinner, but I still like the soft, smooth taste when using the chemex”.

In the back of his mind, Joel thinks he’s ready to fall in love with you. He loves coffee, sure. But to him it’s just something he needs in the morning and sometimes later in the day. Never really thought much of it, he has a coffee machine that gets work done for him. And yet, here you are, showing him a different, almost artistic aspect of it.

“Although..” Okay so you’re not done yet. “If we’re talking taste-wise in the brewing methods, I’ll have to go with the syphon”

“Syphon?”

“Yes syphon, I tried it once in a lovely family owned coffee shop across town. I’m telling you, if I lived near there? I would be a regular faster than you can say syphon”

“Well syphon is a long word, two full syllables” he faux ponders, making you giggle.

“Okay smartass, coffee’s ready.” You pull out two mugs from the cabinet. And fill them up. And slide his across the kitchen island, a brown owl adorning the ceramic surface.

You both sip at the same time then let out a ridiculously simultaneous soft sighs. You look at Joel with wide, pleading eyes, gauging his reaction. And of course, being the honest man that he is, he would never lie.

“Damn, that is good” he clicks his tongue and goes for another sip.

You smile brightly “I like it too. Although it’s a little more bitter for my liking, think I'll adjust the grind next time.”

You want to kick yourself so bad. You’re only now realising that you got too comfortable and you let yourself go on and on about something he probably doesn’t even care about. You had to shut the caffeine talk down.

“So, Joel, how's Sarah?” You gestured for him to follow you to the living room.

He settled on one side of the loveseat while you occupied the other, folding your legs under yourself. “She’s alright, her mom wanted her to see her grandma so she’s with her this week.” Maria told you all about their co-parenting system and how they’re succeeding in making it work so far. Little 10 years old Sarah spends equal amounts of time with both her parents and she feels loved by both. Not everything is a bed of roses, of course. But they deal with obstacles when they appear in their time.

“That’s nice, and how was her game last week? I remember you said she was nervous about it?” He stared at you for a few seconds too long that it makes you wonder if you crossed a line or said something wrong. But he blinked a couple of times and continued.

“Doin’ great actually, my little goal getter” he pondered softly before announcing “she scored the winning goal in last week’s game!” He sat up a little, you think it’s unconsciously as a result of his excitement.

“Oh my god! That’s so amazing!” You matched his energy “you must be so proud!”.

His smile widened if it was possible “I am, she puts her mind into something and never rests ‘til she gets it,” he reclined against the couch again “dunno where she got it from, but I sure as hell am not gonna complain”

“You’re selling yourself short, Joel.” You offered a warm smile “I’m sure you’ve been a great influence on her, your determination is probably rubbing off on her.”

Joel’s expression softened, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes. “Thanks, sure means a lot coming from you, sweetheart. If I’m bein’ honest, I just wanna see my girl chasin’ her dreams and be happy. ‘s all I want”

“I have no doubt she’ll do so much, and she’ll achieve great things with your guidance and support” you placed your hand on his knees for reassurance.

He felt warmth all over his chest, his heartbeats exceeding those of a hummingbird. His eyes fell down to where your hand was touching and almost burning him, and they stayed there for a while before looking back at your eyes. He has this immense urge to kiss you. The tension has been building all night and his ability to hold himself off is getting harder and harder by the second.

He cleared his throat, trying to steady his racing heart as he met your gaze. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Your faith in her means the world to me."

Your hand lingered on his knee for a moment longer before you withdrew it, a faint blush coloring your cheeks. "She's lucky to have you as her dad, y’know" you said softly, the look in your eyes showing the sincerity of your words.

A moment of silence passed between you, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Joel's gaze flickered to your lips, his own heart still pounding accompanied by longing. He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words to convey the feelings swirling inside him.

He brought his eyes back up to yours only to see that your gaze had been on his lips, mirroring his desires. Your gazes met, the tension snapped. Lightning flashes through the window right before your eyes and your lips crash in a bruising, soaring kiss that to outsiders would look as if you were trying to devour each other. Everything happened at a rather fast pace. The roaring of the thunder dwindled by frantic breathing and the rush of blood in his ears. His tongue demanded entry, which you gave no problem. He brought his large palm over your hips, pulling you over to straddle him, never breaking the kiss.

He felt your heat through the layers of clothes between you as you settled on his lap, pulling a soft gasp out of you. Using his grasp on your hips, he rocked you back and forth to grind your center on his bulge, eliciting a string of whines you let out in between the clashing of tongues. In a moment of sudden clarity, he broke off your lips but never moved too far away, he rested his forehead to yours, sharing the air. Finally, he spoke, his voice husky with emotion.“Um- I’m sorry, is- is this okay?”

You continued to move against him, seeking more friction. Then you chuckled through your laboured breathing, “yeah, yes I want this. If- if you do too.”

“Oh darlin’ you have no idea” he hurried out before picking up where he left off, trailing his lips down the corner of your mouth, your jaw, your neck where he settled on open mouthed kisses that sent your head falling back, giving him more of you. He got addicted to the taste of your skin on his tongue fast and he craved to taste more.

Dragging his mouth over your shoulders then to your collarbone. He huffed in frustration, your shirt was personally offending him by denying him the access he needed. Seeming to sense his frustration, you pushed him away slightly so you could pull off your shirt over your head in one smooth motion. He wasted no time roaming his hands all over your torso, returning his mouth to your collarbones, kissing his way down to the parts of your breasts spilling out from your bra.

His hands slithered up from your hips to the sides of your waist, then wrapped around your back and moved up to hook his fingers underneath the strap of your bra. He mumbled against your skin, “can I take it off?” You gasped your affirmation. Overwhelming sensations leaving you breathless.

Even though it was a simple bra strap, he struggled to unhook it. Hands too shaky and excited. You breathed a laugh and did it yourself. Once you’re completely bare, nipples perking up as soon as the cold air hits them. He pulled away, looking at you with wide, fascinated eyes. His lips immediately latched around a nipple, flicking his tongue slowly, almost as if he’s savouring the feeling. He pulled away and murmured “beautiful”. Just to latch onto the other one with the same treatment, “absolutely beautiful” he murmured again into the plushness of your tits.

You felt a shiver at the undivided attention from the gorgeous man that seems to never get enough of you. Of course you always thought he was handsome, that was non negotiable. The man was gorgeous from day one. And tonight, you felt a connection that you never felt before. And as soon as the ties were made, the tension rose suddenly, as if it had always been there but you were too much in your head to notice it, contemplating whether he likes you or not. But now, you do notice it. Very much so. And it’s becoming unbearable. You want him so bad. You want him to drown all your senses. You want him inside, outside, under and over you.

Joel, Joel, Joel.

You held his head with both your hands to pull him away from your chest before saying “need to see you too, Joel” you pleaded as you fumbled with the hem of his shirt trying to lift it. His eyes darkened at your desperation. As quick as the lightning that occasionally lights up the room around you, he flipped you so your back is against the couch and took off his shirt and jeans and hovered above you.

You took a steadying breath and your eyes drank in the sight in front of you, bringing your hands on each of his wrists. You mapped the outlines of his thick arms, moving towards his shoulders. Then brought them back to his broad chest, bare except for the hair that formed a thick layer in the center. You felt the muscles ripple under your fingertips. Built from the physical labour that a contractor would endure. You lowered your touch a little to feel his soft stomach. Squishy tummy, a sign of a man that was actually living and feeding himself well. Not shying away from a meal or obsessing over fitting society’s mould of perfection. You wanted to kiss it and nibble on it so bad, but you weren’t sure if he’d be okay with it, that was probably more of a second time type of thing. Mentally shaking your head away from the idea that you’re already thinking of next time when nothing even happened yet. Lastly, you ran your fingers on the smattering of coarse, dark hair that dipped further down into his tented boxers.

Mostly empty coffee cups long abandoned on the table. He knelt on his knees between your spread legs, and yanked your pants and panties in one quick motion. Towering over your naked form. His eyes danced around every inch of your body. He brought his thumbs to each side of your heat. Tracing the outside of your folds. He murmured so low, almost as if he’s talking to himself “Too goddamn pretty for your own good, baby”. He was basking in the sight of your desperate writhing as your need for any kind of friction became unfathomable.

“Please,” you whined in frustration, A smirk pulled on his lips at your little pouty face.

“Please what, darlin’?”

“Touch me” your keen hands reach for his wrists to coax them where you want him. But he was determined to keep his hands at their place.

Yeah, your hands are too small, too soft for such a sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager little thing.

“I am touching you now, ain’t I?” He keeps stroking the outside of your lower lips.

“More, please.” You whimpered.

“Well, you leave me no choice now, since you asked so nicely”

He wasted no time gathering the slick from your opening and plunging his thick middle finger in and out. Your breath catching at the sudden but welcome stretch. Not long after, his ring finger joined inside and he curled them both up, searching and finding the spot that makes your eyes roll and your hips buck into his hand in shock.

“sit still, angel.” He placed his other hand on your lower stomach to keep your back rested on the couch. He picked up the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out, in and out, massaging the same spot over and over and over. He felt your walls slightly tightening around his fingers, and there’s a change in the rhythm of your breathing. You’re close. “Cum for me, angel. Come on lemme see this pretty pussy droolin’ for me”. He kept his pace up until you were gasping for air. And with a specifically strong stroke, your walls clumped down, choking his fingers and soaking them to the wrist. Working you through your high, he kept his eyes on you, the sight of you coming apart on his fingers. Heavenly.

He took his fingers out and sucked them with lewd, obscene sounds. He made a show to lick his palm clean of your release and humming around his fingers. “Next time, I’m havin’ it straight from its source” he leaned down and kissed your parted lips. “Oughta have a palate cleanser ‘f we’re gonna give your coffee a fair shot” he gave a playful smack to your ass “and you sure know how to make ‘em.”

You blushed and giggled as you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of the prospect of a next time. The image of Joel relishing the taste of you is already seared deep in your brain. You couldn’t wait to have these slurping noises happening between your legs, certain already that he doesn’t eat, he devours.

He sat up on his haunches and lowered his boxers below his balls. He took his cock in his hand. Not even his large hand wrapped around it makes it seem any less girthy. The head is angry and leaking a steady stream. He gives himself slow, languid strokes from base to red-purplish head. You couldn’t help yourself, you sat up and your hand took over his. Stroking him at the same pace he was. He shuddered at your touch and marvelled at the contrast between his rough, calloused hand versus your soft, smooth ones on his cock. You gradually increased the pressure, adding a twist at the end that sent his head falling back with a stifled groan between his clenched teeth.

His hands were tight fists by his sides, desperately trying to hold off but ready to pounce at you any moment. “Hold on, baby” he groaned “I- I gotta grab a condom”

“But I wanna feel you, and I’m safe” you said in a little, unsure voice. Still stroking him and loving the velvety softness enveloping the steely hardness. When your gazes met again, the hungry look in his eyes made a tiny sound climb to the back of your throat. With that, the last thread holding off the beast inside him snapped. With a low growl he grabbed your ankles, yanking you closer to his pelvis, making your back hit the soft pillow on the couch with a dull thud.

“Baby, I’m clean too. But I need ya to be sure, angel. ‘Cause when I start, ‘m not really sure I can stop” He said through dark eyes that were straining to hold off.

You held firm eye contact with him “I’m sure, Joel. Please fuck me now”

“Yes, ma’am” with that, he ran his cock through your slit, gathering you wetness before lining it with your entrance and with one quick motion he sinks into you. Your moans and his name on your tongue, dripping honey onto his ear. He feels your warmth enveloping every inch of him. He wants to get lost in the feeling. To replace every bad memory he has with this sensation, the divine fit of your silky smooth walls, encompassing him. So tight, so soft, so perfect.

As his hips rocked back and forth, you wrapped your legs around him, and dug your heels into his ass, wanting him impossibly deeper. Sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager, greedy little thing. He removed his hands from beside your head to hold the base of your skull in one of his palms and wrap the other under your waist for leverage. Grunting into your neck while your pretty moans filling his ears got louder as he moved in a pace that promised him a date with painkillers and an ice pack on his back tomorrow night.

When he felt the telltale signs of your near release, he gently let go of your head to bring his hand down and circle your bundle of nerves. Your continuous string of frantic pleads prompted him to lay soothing kisses to the corner of your mouth. With a compulsive string of “it’s okay, baby”, “sound so pretty whinin’ like that”, and “just let go for me, princess.”

The last one pushing you over the edge. With your legs quivering, your breathing turning into shallow panting and your hands clawing at his back. He was working you through it all with a “that’s it, angel. There ya go”, “so good for me” and “look so pretty cummin’ on my cock”.

Once your muscles stopped contracting and your heartbeat settled on. Joel switched to a more gentle pace. You stuttered out between small gasps of air “cum for me, Joel. Fill me up”. Leaving him no choice but to buck into you wildly with renewed vigour. Fucking you like all of his goddamn life is depending on it.

Loving the effect you have on him, you whispered “Wanna feel you inside me after you leave, Joel”. This makes his release hit him like a freight train. With a few forceful plunges and a string of grunted out fucks. He shoots his load with a prolonged groan of your name, painting your walls with strong, long spurts. He came so hard, he thinks he blacked out for a minute.

He collapsed on top of you, nuzzling in your neck and surrounding himself in your scent as he comes down from his high. In the middle of the chaos of regulating heartbeats and relaxing bodies, your laboured breathing turns into a giggle when his beard tickles your neck and under your jaw. He lifted his head to look at you with a “what?” and scrunched eyebrows. You stifled your giggle with a shake of your head. Only failing when he dips his head in your neck again. He smirked when realisation hit him. Lifting his head again “You’re ticklish ain’tcha, angel?” His face is so close your noses were touching.

You pressed your lips in a firm, straight line and shook your head again.

“No? So you don’t mind me doing this?” He rubbed his beard on your neck again and again. You went into a giggle fit that triggered his own breathy chuckles as he switched to the other side.

“Okay, okay I am, I am!” You managed to say between giggles.

He stopped and looked you straight in the eyes “ ‘s what I thought” he descended his lips on yours and they mingled in a soft, deep kiss that made you lightheaded. He wouldn’t mind getting used to this, “Lemme clean ya up, princess”.

One year later.

The anniversary of your first “get together” is today. Joel wanted to skip work all together, but he knew Tommy would give him shit about it. How ironic.

He rented a gorgeous, comfy cabin for the weekend, that’s a thirty minutes drive away from town. Joel coaxed Sarah into a slumber party at her uncle’s, which she would’ve very happily agreed to either way. But she’s a smart kid and she chose to haggle for a later bedtime and ice cream for dessert both nights.

He wanted to take the extra time to prepare everything you might need, from basic essentials like food or first aid kits, to extra entertainment options like books or puzzles. He doubts they’ll need the latter though.

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But then again, it’s April, and a storm was closing in. Rendering the drive there too dangerous to make during the night. And the storm is predicted to last the whole weekend, even threatening to close schools on Monday.

“I’m just upset you didn’t get your money’s worth from that cabin” you say with worried expressions as you put away the food that you aimlessly packed earlier.

Joel brings the last of the suitcases in, sitting them by the door. “The owners seem pretty nice, bet they’ll understand and agree to push the reservation back”

“Then, that settles it.” You sighed and closed the fridge with finality. “We’re having our anniversary weekend here” you approached him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He instinctively placed his hands on the dip of your waist, and grunted with furrowed eyebrows “I got a long ass list of things I wanted to do to you in that cabin, now ‘s just sitting in my wallet mockin’ me”.

“It’s for the better, gives me time to make my own list” you teased him with a wink and a bite to your lower lip.

He squeezed your waist with a low, gravel groan. Eyes on your lips in a strong, hungry stare.

But before he can act on his thoughts you unwrap yourself from his tight grasp and turn away with a shout that carries upstairs “Sarah, change of plans! We’re staying here for the weekend!”

Hearing her footsteps descending the stairs, Sarah asked “you’re staying with us too?”. She squeals when you nod with a bright grin. “Now we can watch that movie I told you about last week!” With that, she drags you into the living room, gushing to you about the movie while you listen with interest and occasional oohs and aahs and reactions Joel knows are genuine.

Every other sound dies down as one thought only echoes in his head.

Oh god, please let me keep her.

The black, velvet box burns a hole in his suitcase. And item no.1 on his list sits idle by, just waiting to be checked.

He knows you’ll say yes, this isn’t a subject you avoid. You’re both aware of what you want in a relationship and you communicate your needs to each other. So you’re both sure that you’re on the same page. The element of surprise lies in the timing and method only.

As he looks at you and his daughter, he knows that this feels right. This is how it is supposed to be.

Okay, he owes Tommy an apology. Because now he understands disgusting, lovesick smiles and the urge to get out of work early. He understands six month anniversaries, because when he’s with you; there isn’t a damn thing he wouldn’t do for the mere chance to make you happy.

A Sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager, greedy, dreamy little thing.

My Sweet, delightful, damn-good coffee making, thoughtful, eager, greedy, dreamy little thing.

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A/N : Again, if you’re still here, I love you so much & you made my day <333 pls tell me your thoughts! I write cuz i love doing it but i need to know if i should continue to upload or just let the contents of my delulu brain stay in my phone 🫣

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Tears of Sorrow

Summary: When you return to Jackson after a patrol with Joel, you discover that your grandmother has passed away. You're left heartbroken and destroyed, but the Miller brothers are there for you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6.3k

Trigger Warning: Mentions of cancer, death and suicidal thoughts.

A/N: My grandma died and I wrote this to deal with my emotions.

When the outbreak started, you were only a teenager living with your grandmother. Your parents had died when you were just a baby, and your grandma took you in.

She raised you. She taught you everything you knew from how to bake brownies to how to drive a truck and everything in between.

She was always there for you and would scare away the monsters under your bed at night. And when those monsters became real, she grabbed her late husband's shotgun, and she protected you from the Infected.

She always protected you, and as the years went on and she started to get a little older, a little slower and a little weaker, you took the shotgun, and you protected her.

But you couldn't protect her from everything.

"I don't want to go back." You whined, resting your head against Joel's shoulder beside you.

"If we stay out here any longer, they'll send a search party out." He replied, kissing the top of your head.

"So? I'm sure Ellie would love the excuse to take Shimmer for a ride."

Joel chuckled softly while overlooking the view of Jackson in the distance from where the two of you stood on the edge of a hill.

"I'd rather not have my brother on my ass about a late check in again." Joel eventually said and you smiled thinking back to your last patrol with Joel and the reason as to why you were late for check in.

"There was a thunderstorm. We had to seek shelter and wait it out." You reminded, lifting your head from his shoulder to look at him with an innocent expression. "It's not our fault that we made use of our time alone together in that hotel and accidentally fell asleep afterwards."

Joel scoffed, "that kinda was our fault."

"That may be true, but it was worth it." You grinned and you could see the hint of a smile forming over Joel's face at your words. "That old hotel isn't too far from here. Up for a round two?"

"Don't temp me."

"We could be quick?"

"Yeah, right." He snorted, throwing his arm over your shoulders. "C'mon, we should head back."

You sighed dramatically but allowed him to lead you back to the horses that you had left tied to a couple trees. The horses were happily eating away at the grass by their feet, enjoying the rest after the long patrol this morning.

Patrols with Joel were good.

It was nice getting outside the walls of Jackson. To get away from all the people and drama. For the most part it was generally peaceful, just the two of you surrounded by Mother Nature. There was the occasional Clicker or group of Infected that you had to clear out, but you both worked well together and could handle yourselves.

His younger brother would join you both on patrol occasionally which was always fun.

Tommy Miller had been your best friend for years. You met him well before meeting Joel. He was the one who had taken you and your grandma into Jackson when you crossed paths one day in the woods and you've been friends ever since.

It was because of your strong friendship with Tommy that you were hesitant to start anything with Joel.

You didn't want to risk losing your best friend, but at the same time, you really liked Joel.

To your relief, Tommy actually didn't care. If anything, he was happy when he found out that the two of you were dating which was a pleasant and reassuring surprise.

Patrols with the Miller brothers were fun. You'd spend most of it teasing each other and talking shit. It was great, but solo patrols with Joel were the best and you never wanted them to end.

"I'll race ya back to the gate." Joel suddenly said, bringing you out of your thoughts to find him now on his horse.

"How old are you? 12?" You chuckled, untying the reins of your horse from the tree before slipping your foot in the stirrup and pulling yourself up onto the saddle.

"Scared you'll lose?"

You could hear the smirk in his tone, and you knew he was trying to challenge you. So, you tightened your fingers around the reins before suddenly taking off with your horse down the dirt track back to Jackson, leaving Joel in your dust.

"Keep up, old man!" You shouted over your shoulder.

Joel cursed a string of swear words from somewhere behind you, but you were too far away to hear what he actually said.

Within a few minutes you were slowing down in front of the gate to Jackson and waving to the guards on duty who waved happily back before Joel finally caught up.

"What took you so long, slowpoke?" You teased, glancing over at him as he pulled his horse to a halt beside yours

"Slowpoke my ass." Joel muttered, fighting back a smile. "You cheated."

"Me?" You gasped, resting a hand over your chest. "I would never."

Joel snorted in amusement, and you couldn't keep a straight face before you started to laugh as the front gate began to open. However, your laughter died in your throat when you saw Tommy Miller sprinting towards you with a panicked expression.

Oh, God.

What happened?

"Y/N, you need to come with me, right now." Tommy breathlessly said, like he had just run across the community to get to you.

"What's goin' on?" Joel questioned, all the laughter and amusement in his tone completely gone.

Tommy glanced over at his brother briefly before focusing back on you with sad eyes, "it's your grandma."

Your face paled at his words, and you frantically dismounted the horse, nearly falling over in your haste to get off before you paused holding the reins.

"I'll take them to the stables. Go." Joel instructed, appearing beside you and grabbing the reins from your grasp gently.

You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to speak before you took off running through the gate towards the infirmary with Tommy.

"What- Is she..." You struggled to say, unable to form a simple sentence.

Grandma was fine this morning... well, as fine as she could be given the circumstances.

There was no such thing as cancer treatments in this new world. No chemotherapy, no radiotherapy, no nothing.

The Jackson doctors had diagnosed her a few months back and she started to go downhill fast. They warned you that she only had days maybe weeks left to live, but this morning she was good. She was smiling and cracking jokes with you over breakfast. She was fine.

She still had to be fine.

"Doc told me to find you. Says she doesn't have long left. That's all I know." Tommy explained, glancing over his shoulder like he knew what you were thinking.

You didn't bother responding and Tommy wasn't expecting you to as you ran across the settlement.

Tommy was purposely running slower than usual so you could keep up with him which you silently appreciated. But you were going to kill whoever decided to build the infirmary so far away.

Eventually you rushed through the front doors of the infirmary, Tommy right behind you but were stopped by a nurse.

"Whoa. Whoa. Wait. You can't go in there." The male nurse stated causing you to pause and take a step back as you stared at him in confusion.

"The doc told me to get her. She's here to see her grandma." Tommy explained.

The nurse shook his head, and you felt your stomach drop. Why was he shaking his head? Grandma was fine. She was always fine.

"Which room is she?" You asked, your voice trembling.

"First door on the left, but-"

You pushed past the nurse before he had a chance to say anything else and ran across the infirmary towards the room.

"Grandma?" You called out, pushing open the door slowly and stepping inside.

The doctor was standing beside her hospital bed and your entire world came crashing down around you when you saw her cover your grandma's face with a blanket.

No. No. No. No.

This wasn't real. This couldn't be real.

"Y/N, wait-" Tommy's voice shouted before he rushed into the room behind you but came to a halt in the doorway when he saw your grandmother's body under the blanket. "Oh, shit." He swore softly under his breath.

The doctor turned around at his voice and her eyes widened when she saw you standing there. Sadness and pity washed over her as she took a few steps towards you.

"She passed a few minutes ago. I'm so sorry for your loss."

You didn't hear anything after the first two words, and you shook your head in denial.

"No, no, no, no." You whimpered, still shaking your head as you rushed across the room, pulling the blanket down.

You were met with the sight of your grandmother's pale face. Her skin now had an ashy grey tone to it, compared to the bright complexion and smiling face you had seen this morning.

She wasn't dead. She couldn't be dead.

"No. Grandma. No. No, no, no." Your knees trembled and quaked, threatening to give out from under you as you leant down wrapping your arms around her. "Grandma. G-Grandma open your eyes. Please, Grandma, open your eyes. Grandma? Open your eyes. Please, please, open your eyes."

Your body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears as you shook her shoulders, but she wouldn't wake up.

She was dead.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N." Tommy's rough voice said from behind you.

His hand grasped your shoulder gently while you leant over your grandmother's body and cried.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated.

Tommy had gotten close to your grandmother over the years, and you knew he was grieving as well. She wasn't just your grandmother, she had taken both the Miller boys under her wing and treated them like her own grandsons. She loved them, and they loved her like a grandmother.

You tried to speak but were choked with tears and you covered your face with your hands trying to muffle your sobs.

"Miller, you're wanted by- Ah, shit. Sorry, but you're wanted by Mark." Someone suddenly said from the doorway.

"Not now, man." Tommy muttered over his shoulder.

"He said it's urgent. Something about a burst water pipe. I don't know, I'm just the messenger."

"Go." You whispered, glancing over at Tommy. "It's okay. Go." Your voice was soft, almost fragile, as if it and your heart would break any minute. Perhaps your heart was already broken.

Tommy looked like he wanted to protest, but he simply nodded glancing at your grandma one last time before he walked out the room.

"We've tried to get her to move but she's refusing to leave her grandmothers side. I need to take the grandma to the morgue, so other patients can use the room." Someone said from outside the door, but you didn't hear them.

You were focused on one thing and one thing only, your grandma. The world around you was just a blur. Jackson could be getting attacked by Clickers and you wouldn't know, nor would you care.

Grandma was dead. You didn't care about anything else.

"Y/N? Hey, can you hear me? Y/N, come on. You need to let the doctor take her."

Their voice was muffled like they were trying to talk from underwater, or maybe it was you that was underwater, slowly drowning with your tears. You couldn't move. You couldn't speak. All you could do was stare at your grandma, your hand clutching her cold frail one, unable and unwilling to let go.

"Y/N, baby. They need to take her. I'm sorry. They need to take her." The muffled voice repeated, but you didn't hear them.

Suddenly someone grabbed your shoulders startling you out of you haze before they began to pull you away from your grandmother. Your hand slipped from hers and you let out a choked sob.

"No. Get off me! Grandma! I'm here, Grandma. I'm here. I'm right here. Get off me!" You screamed, thrashing in the persons grip desperately trying to get back to her bedside.

"It's me. Y/N, it's me. It's okay. It's okay. It's me."

The sound of Joel's voice stopped you from fighting and he turned you around in his arms until your eyes met his teary brown ones.

"It's me, baby. It's me." He reassured, his voice thick with emotion as he cupped your face with his hands. "The doctors need to take her. I'm so sorry."

You chewed at your lower lip trying to stop your chin from trembling before you nodded. Joel smiled sadly at you before he motioned for the doctor and nurse to enter the room.

They hesitantly stepped inside, and you watched as they walked over to the bed and recovered your grandmother's body with the blanket before lifting her from the bed.

You sniffed quietly, eyes welling up with tears all over again as you watched them starting to carry her out the room.

"Hey, look at me. Y/N, just look at me." Joel suddenly said, gently hooking his thumb under your chin and turning your head so you didn't have to watch. "Just look at me. Look at me, baby."

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you focused on Joel in front of you, noting the silent tears that were already trickling down his own face, reminding you just how much your grandmother had meant to him too.

"I'm sorry, baby." He said, his voice barely above a whisper.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out before you collapsed against his chest. Joel wrapped his arms around you tightly while you cried, breaking down in his arms.

"I got you, baby girl. I got you." He whispered, holding you against him.

"She asleep?" Tommy's voice whispered.

You were about to open your eyes and tell him that you definitely weren't asleep. It was well past midnight, you should be asleep, but you couldn't.

Joel had taken you back to his place because you couldn't bear the thought of going to your house that you shared with your grandmother. You didn't want to step inside that building without her there. You couldn't do it. You didn't even want to breathe the same air that she should be breathing right now. It was too much.

So, Joel took you to his house instead and sat down with you on the couch letting you cry and grieve while he held you.

"Yeah, she's finally asleep." Joel's quiet voice replied.

It was too much energy to open your mouth and correct him, so you remained laying with your eyes closed and head in his lap while he raked his fingers through your hair gently.

"Maria is already organising the funeral. Says it'll be tomorrow afternoon if Y/N is okay with it." Tommy continued to say, his voice now a lot closer.

"I'll tell her in the mornin'."

The brothers fell into silence after that. The couch to your left creaked quietly, Tommy no doubt sitting down in front of the fireplace that Joel had lit earlier.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, both exhausted from the draining day. Tommy had been working on the busted water pipe all afternoon and after the patrol this morning Joel had been busy looking after you.

The crackle of the wooden logs burning in the fire filled the silence of the house. It reminded you of the quiet nights before Jackson where you and Grandma would cuddle up by a campfire in the woods trying to stay warm.

You'd give anything to go back to that.

"Where's Ellie?" Tommy spoke up after a few minutes.

"She's staying the night at her friend, Dina's. She wanted to give us some space after she found out."

"How'd she take it?"

"She was upset. Mary was like a grandmother to her as well."

"She was like a grandmother to all of us."

Joel sighed heavily, "yeah. Yeah, she was."

"How are you holding up?" Tommy asked gently.

"It's not me I'm worried about." Joel replied dodging the question like a bullet. "I've never seen Y/N like this before. She's always so happy, so bubbly and full of energy... I-I don't know how to help her."

There was a brief pause of silence and your heart shattered hearing the utter sadness in Joel's tone.

"For as long as I've known them, it's just been Y/N and her grandma against the world. So, I don't know how she's going to deal with this..." Tommy trailed off, his voice breaking as he sniffed.

"What do we do?" Joels helpless voice asked.

"There's nothing we can do except be there for her."

Tears burned in the back of your eyes while you listened to the brothers talk, but you kept them closed not wanting the tears to spill or for them to know you were awake. Awake meant talking to them. Awake meant hearing their sorry's and trying to mask your sadness, but you didn't have the energy for that.

"I just can't believe Mary's gone, man." Tommy continued to say. "I mean, we all knew it was coming but... I just kinda thought she'd live forever, you know? That sounds stupid but-"

"I get it." Joel said, his voice rougher than usual. "I thought the same."

Tommy sighed, "I should go home. If y'all need anything, anything at all just holler."

"Thanks brother."

Sometime after Tommy left you must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew, you were waking up to light streaming in through the curtains of the lounge room and the fireplace was just a pit of smouldering coals.

Slowly you sat up on the couch and realised that you had still been asleep against Joel who had stayed by your side instead of going upstairs to his bedroom. His head was tilted back on the couch, mouth parted slightly while he snored softly.

You stared at him for a moment smiling sadly at him before you carefully got up off the couch and went to the bathroom.

By the time you returned, Joel was awake and in the kitchen cooking something that made the whole house smell nice.

"Hey." Joel greeted gently with a small smile. "You up for some breakfast?"

You shook your head. The mere thought of eating made you feel sick. Just yesterday you were eating breakfast with Grandma and now... shit. How were you meant to do this?

"Hey. It's okay." Joel reassured, suddenly appearing in front of you noticing your internal distress. He lifted his hand brushing the tears that you hadn't realised had fallen from your face.

"I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do without her." You mumbled, speaking for the first time since the infirmary yesterday.

Joel's expression broke and he pulled you into his chest. He didn't say anything though. There was nothing he could say. She was dead and she wasn't coming back. Joel reassuring you wouldn't bring her back or make it any better and you both knew it.

"Maria's already organised the funeral. It's ready for today, but only if you're okay with it. I can go and talk to Maria if you want to postpone it-"

"No. No, it's okay. I-I don't want her just sitting in that morgue when she could get put to rest. Can you tell Maria?" You asked, pulling away from him and rubbing the tears from your eyes.

Joel nodded, "of course. I'll go tell her now. If you change your mind about breakfast, there's eggs on the stove. You need to eat something."

"Okay." You replied, but knew it was a lie. Joel eyed you for a moment hesitant to leave your side. "Go, I'm okay."

Another lie.

Joel nodded, but it was clear he saw straight through your lie as well, but reluctantly left to go across the road to speak with Maria.

You stirred the eggs on the stove trying to keep your mind occupied. You didn't want to think about the funeral, you didn't want to think about anything. So, you focused on scrambling the eggs, but the longer you stood there cooking, the more your mind drifted back to Grandma.

She loved cooking.

But she was never going to be able to cook again... she wasn't going to be able to do anything... she was gone.

Hot tears started to rise in the back of your eyes, but you frantically wiped them away with shaky hands.

You couldn't do this.

You needed some fresh air. You needed to get out of here.

Without further thought, you dumped the eggs onto a plate on the bench before rushing out the front door of the house nearly barrelling straight into Joel in your haste to get out.

"Whoa, why are you in such a rush?" He asked, stepping to the side to stop the two of you from colliding on the front porch.

"Your eggs are on the bench." You said over your shoulder, walking down the porch steps.

"Whoa, wait. Y/N, just wait a second." Joel hurriedly said, grabbing your arm to stop you from leaving. "Where are you going?"

"Out."

You tried to pull your arm free, but he wouldn't let you.

"Baby, just talk to me. Talk to me. What's going on? What can I do?"

"I want just five minutes alone to forget that I'm gonna go and watch them put my grandma in the ground. That's what I want. Can you make that happen?" You questioned, raising your voice a little as you tried to steady your breathing, but you knew you were working yourself up. "Can you make that happen?!"

"Yeah." He nodded, releasing your arm and you didn't say anything further before you walked off down the street.

You had no idea where you were going or what you were doing. The only thing you did know was that you needed to get out. You didn't want to think about the funeral or your grandmother, you didn't want to think or see anything that reminded you of her.

So, you left.

You walked out of Jackson.

It was stupid. You knew it was stupid, but you needed some space and time alone.

Somehow you ended up out by the old hotel that you and Joel had been to earlier in the week. You would give anything to go back to that day. It was such a normal, average day. You and Joel made scones with your grandma in the morning and Ellie showed her the new song she learnt on the guitar. You had hugged your grandmother goodbye while she snuck you and Joel a few cookies for your afternoon patrol. It had been such a normal day. And you would give anything to go back to a normal day like that.

The snarls of Infected snapped you out of your thoughts and you spun around to find them trapped behind the wire fence of a parking lot beside the hotel. They were trapped, they couldn't attack you even if they wanted to.

You stood there staring at the Infected through the fence for a few minutes before you reached down and pulled out your hunting knife from the sheath on your belt. Your fingers tightened around the handle of the knife, and you marched towards the parking lot fence.

"Come on! I'm right here!" You shouted, banging against the wire fence.

The Infected were onto you in an instant, their bodies colliding into the fence in their haste to get to you. You jumped back on alert, not expecting them to react so quickly as they tried to get through the fence. Their rotten fingers pushed through the gaps in the wire, their faces pressed up against it in effort to reach you.

You twirled the knife between your fingers and took a step forward before you slammed the knife through a gap, the blade piercing straight through one of their heads. You yanked the knife back out and watched it fall to the ground, dead.

You repeated the action again, and again, and again.

The following few minutes went by in a blur.

You stabbed the Infected through the fence, killing them off one by one, until the last one finally dropped to the ground, joining the pile of dead bodies.

You took a stumbling step back, breathing heavily as you stared at the bodies through the fence when suddenly something hard collided into your side sending you to the ground with a surprised yelp.

Your forehead smacked against the cracked bitumen road below you. Instant ringing sounded in your ears, and you blinked your eyes a few times in effort to get rid of the spots that were dancing across your vision. Your head was hurting from the impact and something wet was trickling down the side of your face. It was probably blood but you didn't have a chance to check it.

"Son of a bitch." You hissed, looking up to find what had crashed into you and your eyes widen when you saw the Clicker staggering towards you at a rapid rate.

Oh, shit.

You reached out for the knife that you had dropped during the fall but before you could grab it, the Clicker was falling on top of you. You grunted at the impact and quickly grabbed its shoulders holding it away from you.

The Clicker squirmed in your hold, its fungus covered face was inches away from yours. It let out an ear-piecing shriek causing you to wince at the sheer volume while it's teeth snapped together trying to reach you.

You struggled against the Clicker using all your strength to keep it away from your face. Your arms burned from the strain of holding it back and you knew you couldn't do this for much longer.

What would happen if you just stopped fighting?

Would it be such a bad thing if you just let go? If you just... gave up?

There would be no more pain, no sadness, no more grief... there'd just be nothing. And nothing sounded like heaven, right now.

You would be able to see grandma again. You wouldn't have to go home to that empty house in Jackson. You wouldn't have to attend her funeral and say goodbye. You wouldn't have to fight for survival every time you stepped outside the walls. You wouldn't have to do anything anymore.

But what about Joel?

And Tommy?

And Ellie?

You couldn't leave them. You couldn't put them through that pain. That very same pain that you were drowning in. You couldn't do that to them. No way.

Mustering up the last bit of strength you had left, you shoved the Clicker away, sending it a few metres across the old bitumen road. Frantically you got to your feet and bolted to where your hunting knife laid lying on the ground

Breathing heavily, you reached down fumbling a little with shaky hands before you grabbed the knife.

Suddenly a spine-chilling clicking noise sounded from behind you and you spun around only to come face-to-face with the Clicker.

Acting on pure adrenaline, you slammed the blade of the knife through the side of its head that seemed the least protected. The Clicker reared back on impact letting out a horrid scream before it dropped to the ground, lifeless.

"Holy shit." You gasped taking a step away until your back hit the wire fence behind you and you stared down at the dead Clicker.

Your heart hammered rapidly in your chest, your breathing a little erratic but you were alive. Whether that was a good thing or not was still up for debate.

"Fuck!" You shouted up at the sky, hot tears burning in your eyes.

That was so close. So fucking close and you weren't sure if you were relieved or angry that you had survived.

Hesitantly, you stepped over to the Clicker and knelt beside it before yanking your hunting knife out from its head causing blood to spray up coating your front. You wiped the blood on your face with the back of your hand but only seemed to smudge it more before giving up and sheathing your knife.

You returned to Jackson on dusk and went straight down the street to the bar.

Joel would be worried. You had literally just taken off and skipped the funeral. He would be more than worried, but the last thing you wanted was to talk about it.

So, you went the long way to the bar to avoid going down his street. It was stupid. You loved Joel, but he would only worry and fuss over you and you didn't want that. You didn't want to be the reason for his worry, you didn't deserve it. You didn't deserve anything.

A closed sign hung on the front door of the Tipsy Bison which was odd. Usually this place would be open and full of life at this time of night.

You weren't sure why, but you pulled on the door handle anyway despite knowing it was closed. You hadn't expected the door to suddenly swing open and you practically stumbled inside.

Why was it unlocked?

A quick scan of the room told you that nobody was here, so you shrugged your shoulders and walked inside heading straight for the bar.

"The Tipsy Bison is closed for renovation!" A familiar voice shouted from around the back.

Ah, shit.

You paused halfway to the bar debating whether to leave or not before Tommy Miller suddenly walked out the back room with a hammer and jar of nails in his hand.

The second Tommy saw you, the jar of nails slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground. The glass shattered on impact sending nails flying across the wooden floorboards.

"Jesus Christ." He swore, rushing across the room towards you ignoring the absolute mess he had just made. "What happened? You just disappeared. We've been looking everywhere for you! Joel is going out of his mind worrying-"

"Well tell him to stop. I'm fine." You responded bluntly.

"You're not fine. What the fuck happened?" He asked, his wide eyes scanning over the blood from the Clicker that was covering your face and shirt.

"I happened. Where's the whiskey?"

"The whiskey? Y/N, what... whose blood is that?" He questioned trying and failing to hide his panic.

"Not mine." You simply answered, stepping past him towards the bar.

"Okay. That's-that's good. Mind telling me what happened? You missed the funeral."

You nodded at his words as you leant over the bar top and grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol. It wasn't whiskey. But it would do.

"I know. I'm going there now. I'll pay for this later." You dismissed, holding up the bottle before you turned and marched out the bar.

"Y/N, wait!" Tommy shouted but you were already gone.

The sun was beginning to set over the wall of Jackson. The sky now painted in a mixture of bright reds and oranges as you made your way down the street to the cemetery. To your relief, nobody else was there and it wasn't hard to find where your grandmother had been buried.

You stopped at the foot of the grave taking in all the handwritten notes and bundles of flowers that were propped up against the mount of fresh dirt.

She had been loved by so many in the community.

You lifted the bottle of alcohol to your lips and took a sip, welcoming the familiar burn of coconut flavoured rum.

Of course the one bottle you grabbed was coconut flavoured rum. That had been your grandmother's favourite back in the day.

You chuckled softly to yourself at the irony as you took another sip thinking back to the weekends as a child and helping her make Malibu and pineapple juice cocktails.

With a heavy sigh you sat down at the foot of her grave and held the bottle up to the bright sunset painted sky.

"Rest easy, Grandma." You whispered, fighting off the tears you could feel building up in the back of your eyes.

You weren't going to cry. You had cried too much in the past 24 hours. You were so goddamn sick of crying.

Biting your trembling lip you looked over the many letters and cards that were tucked in amongst all the flowers. Some cards were a few simple words while others were double sided essays. There were even a few children's drawings mixed in.

She had been loved by every single person in Jackson. She had touched so many lives during the few years the two of you had been at the settlement, but a few years was definitely enough for her to make an impact on people.

Sudden footsteps behind you caught your attention but you didn't need to look to know who they belonged to.

"Tommy tell you?" You asked, not looking at him as you focused on the grave before you.

"He was worried." Came Joel's reply. "So am I."

"I'm fine."

"You're not. And that's okay. But you can't just go outside these walls alone. It's dangerous-"

"I can take care of myself." You snapped cutting him off a little more angrily than you intended.

It was easier to be angry than to face your own emotions and feelings right now.

"I know you can." Joel replied gently before kneeling down beside you, "are you hurt?"

"Blood isn't mine. Thought Tommy would've told you." You responded, glancing over at him for the first time.

"He did. I just wanna make sure." His eyes raked over the blood before pausing at something on your forehead and his expression hardened. "You are hurt."

What?

You frowned in confusion and lifted your hand to your forehead to find whatever had caught his attention. The second your fingers brushed against the cut on your head you winced and quickly lowered them to find your fingertips stained a bright crimson red.

Oh, right.

You hit your head when the Clicker attacked. How could you forget about that?

Joel was already pulling out a small rag from his pocket and leaning closer as he lifted the material towards your head but paused awaiting permission.

You simply nodded a little lost for words as he gently pressed the rag against the sluggishly bleeding cut on your forehead. You couldn't help the small hiss that escaped your lips at the painful contact and Joel winced in sympathy.

"Sorry. I know, I'm sorry." He apologised, dabbing the wound gently. "I don't think it needs stitches. Why'd you go outside the walls?"

"I needed to get out. I needed... I needed to feel something." You admitted, looking down at your blood covered hands.

Joel lowered the rag seeming satisfied that the wound was clean enough and no longer bleeding before he shifted beside you and sat down, waiting for you to elaborate.

"I went to that old hotel and found some Infected in the parking lot. They were trapped behind a wire fence, so I riled them up... I made them come to the fence so I could stab them... so I could let my anger out."

Joel remained silent, listening to you talk as you glanced over at your Grandmothers grave and sighed before continuing.

"A Clicker snuck up behind me. Didn't even hear it coming."

Joel's eyes widened, his face paling as he frantically scanned your blood covered skin for bite marks.

"Did it get you?" He questioned, his voice laced with pure fear.

"No."

Joel let out a shaky exhale of relief at your answer but you looked away from him, biting your lip. "What is it?"

"I wanted it to."

"What?"

"I wanted it to bite me. For a moment there... I, uh, I was going to let it." You admitted, ignoring the tears that were burning in the back of your eyes.

"Y/N-"

"I just... I just wanted this over. I wanted it to kill me because if I'm dead then I can't feel like this anymore." You whispered, unable to hold back the tears any longer as they silently trickled down your cheeks. "I had one job, Joel. One job in this entire world and it was to protect my grandma... it was to protect her and I failed."

"It's not your fault." Joel reminded, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.

"She was my grandma and I didn't get to say goodbye." You sobbed, burying your face with your hands. "I just... I just wanted to be with her again. I wanted the Clicker to kill me. I wanted... shit... you must hate me."

"No." Joel stated sternly causing you to lift your head from your hands to find Joel's eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I could never hate you, baby. Never."

"But-"

"I... I get it." Joel admitted, his voice softer and gentler than you had ever heard it. "Do you know how I got this scar?"

You looked up at the pink scar above his temple and shook your head. That scar had been there ever since you've known him. He never talked about it, so you never asked.

"It was from a bullet." He explained and your eyes widened in shock. "A bullet from my own gun."

You frowned in confusion, "someone stole your gun?"

He shook his head and realisation hit you like a truck.

Holy shit.

"I flinched." He said, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

You remained silent knowing there was more to the story, not wanting to push him.

"It was after Sarah died and I-I couldn't see the point anymore, simple as that. And I wasn't scared either. I was ready... I couldn't have been more ready. But when I went to pull the trigger... I flinched. Still don't know why."

"Joel..." You began to say but trailed off because you had no idea what to say to that.

Joel smiled sadly at you, tears still glistening in his eyes. "So... I get it. Sarah was my world and I know your Grandma was yours."

"Does it get easier?"

"No." He answered honestly. "I struggled for a long time with survivin'. But, no matter what, you have to find somethin' to fight for."

"What did you find?"

"My brother... Ellie... you."

You lifted your head and met his teary eyes.

"It's hard. But you gotta find a way to live with it."

"I don't want to live with it. I just want her back... it's not fair." You sniffed, swiping at your eyes but the tears kept coming.

"I know, baby." Joel whispered, lifting his arm around your shoulders before pulling you into his side.

You allowed yourself to be pulled against him and rested your head against his chest while you tried and failed to hold back your tears.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do now." You mumbled, tears streaming down your face. You squeezed your eyelids shut in the hope that the tears would stop. Your choppy breathing and watery eyes remained for quite some time, but Joel never left your side.

THE END

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A/N-

I wrote this purely for myself with no intention of posting it.

My grandma died recently, and I live over 8 hours away from all my family and friends. I didn't have anyone to help or comfort me when I received the devastating news. So, I wrote my comfort character comforting me... and as weird as it sounds, it helped. So, I decided to share it with you all because just maybe it might help others out there who have lost a loved one or someone who just needs comforting from Joel Miller.

I hope you all liked this short story. Until next time, stay safe and have a great day xx

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Back to black

John Egan X Pilot! Reader

Summary: The relationship of Y/n and Bucky when they're both at their lowest.

Warning: Toxic relationship/ manipulation/ cheating/ mention of sex/ swearing/ use of Y/n/ abuse of alcohol/

Word count: 1.2k

He left no time to regret

Kept his dick wet

With his same old safe bet

Me and my head high

And my tears dry

Get on without my guy.

Their relationship was toxic, they would fight and make-up all the time. Their arguments would always end up with them being naked in the bed. She was a female pilot; he was a pilot too. They were on the same base, so they always saw each other. Some of the other pilots grew tired of them always fighting, but no matter what happened, they’d still be in love with the other, they were addicted to the thrill and the highs and lows of their relationship. It distracted them from the horror they saw all the time, the sex was an occasion to let everything out, it was often raw and real, they tried to get a grip on reality. But when he drank, he could be really mean. Y/n tried to get out of the situation, but she was like a drug addict, always needing more. So, she would cry in her room, her tears represented all the things she couldn’t have with him; a walk in a park, slow dancing together, going on dates and having deep conversations with him. She had to face the fact that the relationship she was in wasn’t the one her mother described, it was the one her father warned her about.

You went back to what you knew

So far removed

From all that we went through

And I tread a troubled track

My odds are stacked

I'll go back to black.

‘’What do you mean you’re going to London?’’ she asked as she looked at him packing his bags. ‘’I need a break from all this, I need to drink, to get out of here!’’ he said, putting his shirt in his bag. He was going to drink in London, getting back to his old coping habit, or he was going to find another woman to have sex with, his ladies-men reputation was well known by the woman. ‘’Right, cause running away is easier than stay and talk about your feelings’’ she chuckled, but it was filled with anger in her voice. He clenched his jaw as she gritted her teeth. There it was, the anger building up in her stomach, she wanted to punch the wall, choke him and hit him, but she contained herself, like always. ‘’I’m going to London, so whatever you say, won’t change my mind’’ he mumbled, with hint of frustration in his voice. Talking to him was useless, he was going to get drunk, probably going to cheat on her, come back with flowers and do it all again. She felt her throat squeeze, she didn’t want to cry in front of him. ‘’Why did I come here, anyway.’’ She whispered. Bucky looked up at her. ‘’Have fun in London, you know where to find me when you come back. Or I’ll probably be rotting in a potato field in Germany, enjoy your weekend, John’’ she said as she slammed his door. The idea of her being dead didn’t sit well in his mind, but he needed to get out of here, he was starting to lose his mind.

We only said goodbye with words

I died a hundred times

You go back to her

And I go back to

I go back to us.

She coiled up against her door, crying again. They had a fight, she looked at the letter in her hands. A woman named Lexie wrote to him; saying how much she enjoyed the night they spent together in London, and it went on with details of their steamy night. He cheated on her many times before, but it was never confirmed, now, to hold a letter, she felt like her heart was shattering with each word she read. Tears fell on the paper as she continued to read it. Bucky could hear her cry when he entered the building, since she was a woman on a base filled with men, her and the other woman had a private building. He knew that she was crying because of him. She thought she was dying, her heart was painful, each breath she took was hurting her lungs, her head was pounding from all the crying. It wasn’t the first time she ‘died’ it happened multiple times before. When he knocked at her door, he didn’t expect her to open it that fast. ‘’What the fuck do you want?’’ she tried to yell, but her voice cracked, showing all the pain she was in. ‘’Darling, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I feel so fucking bad right now, please let me in’’ he pleaded. She didn’t have any energy to fight with him, she let him inside her room, he closed the door, slowly, as he looked at her. She looked so tired, in pain and hurt. ‘’I know you won’t forgive me, and I’ve said it before, but this time, I promise you that I truly fucking mean it, she meant nothing. It’s really hard for me to talk about my feelings, I was about to go crazy, the second I kissed her I regretted it. Y/n, please look at me’’ she didn’t want to hear him, but he sounded so sincere. ‘’How do I know this time is different?’’ she whispered. ‘’I don’t know what to tell you, but I swear on everything I have, I’m going to change, no more messing around, I love you, and I can’t keep hurting you.’’ His eyes filled with tears. ‘’Y/n, I love you and I’m begging you, please you have to believe me, you can ask Buck, I’ve thrown away all my alcohol, and I – ‘’ Y/n cut him off, placing her hands on his. ‘’Just shut up and kiss me’’ she said, her voice filled with pain, again. Bucky kissed her, putting his both hands on her cheek. He tenderly kissed her lips. ‘’I love you so much’’ he praised between kisses.

She didn’t know if that promise was true, but she was going to take whatever he was willing to give, because they needed each other, one couldn’t live without the other. The adrenaline, the love; they craved each other. So whatever he gave her, she was going to take it, or she was going back to black…

#john bucky egan #john egan x reader #major john egan #john egan #john egan imagine #master of the air imagine #master of the air #callum turner #callum turner x reader #Spotify

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Kaylor Swiftgron: Which Muse Inspired Which Songs on Red & 1989

On the precipice of 1989 TV's release and amidst the Kaylorification of 1989 TV's rollout, I thought it'd be a good time to figure out which muses aligned to which songs. I did my research, which includes: lyrical analysis & music video analysis, the timing of when songs were written, which producers and co-writers were credited to each song, social media posts, and where the girls were in real time. Shout out to @sophietv for her incredible work on the Kaylor timelines and evidence, and to @swiftgronmasterpost and @swiftgronmasterpost for their work to outline everything from Achele to Rivergron to Swiftgron. Round of applause to you both!!

Let's get into it!! (and if you want to just see my conclusions for which songs are about which muse, scroooolllll to the bottom)

The Red Muses

2011

Red was written in two phases. First, she worked with her producer from Speak Now & Fearless, Nathan Chapman. They wrote 25 songs together between February and October 2011. She took these songs to Scott Borchetta and he congratulated her on a finished album, but she wanted to experiment with other producers and writers to play with new sounds. So, after October 2011 she started working with a handful of other producers to write more tracks for Red. Here's a breakdown of Red songs by producer.

Nathan Chapman:

State of Grace

Red

All Too Well

I Almost Do

Stay, Stay, Stay

Sad Beautiful Tragic

Starlight

Begin Again

The Moment I Knew

Girl At Home

Martin & Shellback:

I Knew You Were Trouble

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

Message in a Bottle

Bhasker: Holy Ground

Wilson: Treacherous, Come Back...Be Here

Walker: Everything Has Changed

Lind & Bjorkland: The Very First Night

McKenna: I Bet You Think About Me

The first time we know for sure Dianna and Taylor interacted was on September 4th, 2011 at the Fairfax Flea Market, which implied that the songs Taylor wrote with Chapman weren't about Dianna.

Karlie and Taylor dated (I think) starting in the summer or early fall of 2011. I think they weren't expecting anything super serious, but it was one of those flirtations that starts out strong and feels good with them and all of the sudden you're in love and you barely believe it and feel ridiculous for knowing but you have a feeling this person is for you, maybe forever... It sounds right for Taylor who has admitted how fast & hard she tends to fall for people when she's in love.

Taylor attended the Rodarte Spring/Summer 2012 fashion show during NYFW and sat front row next to Anna Wintour on Tuesday, September 13, 2011. Karlie walked in the show (slay). This was also the day that Taylor spent with a Vogue interviewer for her iconic January 2012 Vogue Cover and Article where she is quoted as saying "I love Karlie Kloss! I want to bake cookies with her!" She said this straight after leaving the Rodarte Fashion Show.

Interestingly, Karlie was quoted in a magazine as having been introduced to Taylor Swift at the Met Gala and they joked about baking cookies together! They both attended the Met Gala in May 2011, just four months before the Rodarte Fashion Show/Vogue Interview day! So it's pretty weird that Taylor would say the exact same thing, unprompted, when she saw a photo of Karlie Kloss at a fashion designer's studio on the exact same day she sat front row for a fashion show Karlie walked in!!

I imagine that Taylor and Karlie fell into something new and beautiful and sweet by accident. The Rodarte Show was on a Tuesday, maybe they met up for coffee the next day on Wednesday, September 14th in NYC? Who's to say!

All that said, I think Begin Again is about Karlie. It was written sometime between February and October 2011, which would've been a really, really fast turnaround for it to be about Dianna. Between the music video and the lyrical connections, it's very Kaylor coded. Starlight also could plausibly be about Karlie because they attended the Met together in 2010 and 2011, and their 2011 dresses were sparkly and tbh Karlie looked hot AF.

But, let's also remember that Taylor is on tour and just got herself out of two on-again-off-again, fairly toxic relationships, and as she said herself in Begin Again that the last 8 months she's been heartbroken and scared to get hurt from love (earliest would've been June 2010-February 2011 and latest would've been February-October 2011). Plus she's not even 22 years old, so she's not necessarily good at being in relationships yet. She's in a messy place, and she falls in love like a ton of bricks.

I think that this delicate, precious new thing with Karlie didn't work out (not for malice or hurting each other, just life) and over the winter they were distant but were still in contact.

2012

On January 17, 2012 we get tweets from BOTH Karlie and Dianna about the *iconic* Vogue article. This makes me think:

1. Karlie is still interested in exploring this new relationship with Taylor

2. Dianna and Taylor have kept in touch and have a lil something something going on, a little curiosity they might want to explore

3. Taylor likes public attention, and she likes feeling wanted, and she's got two hot ass women who want her. Do you blame the girl for being messy!?!

Dianna and Taylor attend the same pre-Oscars party on February 24th, 2012, and this is where I think Swiftgron starts to take off. Dianna is all happy and heart eyes online for the next three weeks until the Speak Now Tour ends. They're spotted together frequently in March and April. The Shirley MacLaine birthday party thing happens April 25th, Dianna's circus birthday party is April 28th, and I would bet anything they started hooking up sometime these first two months. I think Holy Ground was written about Dianna's birthday party, with the note on the door with the joke we made, and that was the first day.

Taylor writes Everything Has Changed and Run on May 15th, 2012, with Ed Sheeran, and records both EHC and The Last Time on May 28th, 2012. Everything Has Changed seems Swiftgron (thanks Gaylor twt for helping me figure out that the freckles are IN Dianna's green eyes bc girl bye I was full of questions). The Last Time is almost certainly about Liz.

But Run is very Kaylor coded! The pale blue eyes, use of darling, the laugh like a child (Begin Again), locket, picture frame...

On May 31st, 2012, Dianna is bearding hard with Henry Joost to distract from her appearance with GLAAD. I have a working hypothesis that Taylor Swift hates beards and is not a fan of having to use them or be with people who have them. I just don't think it works for her with how insanely famous she is, the guys are hyperscrutinized and she's honestly not very good at being a convincing heterosexual woman. I think there's some conflict between Taylor and Dianna because of the beard.

By June 10th, 2012, Taylor has written 22, WANEGBT, and IKYWT. I am inclined to believe that WANEGBT is about Emily or Liz. Same thing with IKYWT. 22 is about her besties and living life and being carefree and embracing all of the beauty and pain of falling in and out of love and everything that is your early 20s.

We get the whole Hyannis Port x Kennedys summer week of pap walks featuring Swiftgron all over the place! But it seems like they probably break up later in July. This was a hot and cold relationship for real.

WANEGBT is released on 8/13 and Dianna tweets at Taylor (like never ever?). On September 29, 2012 Dianna and Naya Rivera are on a cheeky, lil sexy vacation in Paris. Taylor goes to Paris that same weekend to film Begin Again at the Love Lock bridge (Karlie is also in Paris but there's no evidence to show that they saw each other at all).

However, I wouldn't put it past Taylor and Karlie to have seen each other while Swiftgron was cold. Perhaps in September 2012 right around when she filmed Begin Again?

October 17, 2012 Taylor writes This Love in LA according to her diary entries. So I think This Love is about the Swiftgron reconciliation for whatever happened this summer. Things are good for a bit, they go to the Ripple of Hope gala together on December 3rd, 2012. They're pictured together on December 6th, 2012 and Dianna's all cryptic online about her secret love.

Quick Aside: Karlie and Josh have been "officially together" ever since June 2012, but they were first seen together in November 2012 when they both attended the VS Fashion Show. I'm under the impression that these gay celebrities in their early twenties only needed a beard when they were in another relationship they were distracting away from. They didn't need a beard, they could just say they were focused on friends and their career (aka 1989 era). So who was Karlie dating in mid 2012 that needed to be covered up with plausible deniability? This would've been in the works for a bit before they launched it in November 2012.

Also, super interesting that Karlie also met Taylor for the "first time" at the 2013 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, hmm? Anywayssss.

2013

I think everything Swiftgron blew up on February 14th, 2013 with the 'I Do' episode of Glee where Dianna Agron and Naya Rivera hook up on screen. Taylor made a whole big deal about this episode containing one of her songs and encouraged her fans to watch, but her song wasn't in the show (tweet was later deleted). But picture this: Happy Valentine's Day, watch your girlfriend hook up with the girl she told you not to worry about!! And then learn that they actually did hookup when y'all were on a break, like two weeks before y'all got back together!! Oooh boy!! I'm pretty sure this was what inspired Babe (in the music video Taylor was the mistress, but IRL Taylor was the main character who got cheated on instead of the mistress!!).

Dianna is a mess on Twitter after that and there might have been about two months of back & forth, maybe some breakup sex, but I think Swiftgron died dead by the time the article about them secretly dating dropped on April 16th, 2013.

The Red tour started on March 18th, 2013 and I can't imagine that made things any easier for Swiftgron. Meanwhile... I think Karlie and Taylor re-reconnected in this time period.

The 1989 Muses

2013

Taylor wrote 1989 while on tour for Red (except for This Love, according to the diary entry it was written on 10/17/2012). I think the breakup songs are about Dianna and the love songs (excluding This Love) are allllll Karlie.

If Taylor and Karlie did reconnect in Fall 2012, then Spring 2013 would be a long six months later...

Taylor and Karlie "meet for the first time" (which we have so much proof that it's not but like, okay, fine) on November 13, 2013 at the Victoria's Secret Fashion show. We know this isn't their first meeting or flirtationship, but it certainly is their first public outing to test what people say about their friendship.

Then, I'd wager Taylor plays "cat & mouse for a month or two or three" until they officially are girlfriends on March 6, 2014. Yay!!!

Songs About Dianna:

Red: Holy Ground, Everything Has Changed, Come Back...Be Here, Better Man, Babe

1989: Clean, Wonderland, All You Had To Do Was Stay, I Wish You Would

Songs About Karlie:

Red: State of Grace, Treacherous, Stay, Stay, Stay, Starlight, Begin Again, Message in a Bottle, Run, The Very First Night

1989: Welcome to New York, Blank Space, Style, OOTW, Wildest Dreams, How You Get the Girl, I Know Places, You Are in Love, New Romantics

#kaylor #swiftgron #1989 #1989 taylor's version #red #red taylor’s version #lgbetty #gaylor #taylor swift #dianna agron #karlie kloss

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best friends don’t look at each other the way we do

A low stakes, high reward and self-indulgent Zelink fan fiction. Canon-compliant. Takes place between both and totk

Chapter Six: This is Home

Read chapter five here

My masterlist

Song: Run To You by Leah Michele

Summary: Link is brought on to investigate a new strange monster plaguing the farmers in Hateno. He is faced with a new type of post-traumatic experience he doesn’t expect to have.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, suspense and horror, PTSD, squint and theres very base-line sexual content, GRAPHIC descriptions of animal mutilations!

Word Count: 3.5k words

Authors Note: I didn’t update for two and a half months and said “lemme give you guys the best chapter yet” (imo). Thank you for being patient with me. I restarted school, closed one musical, opened and closed a 30 performance long run of another musical and literally fell in love with a man 16-years-older than me in that time lol. Also I wrote this in one sitting and I’m starting chapter 7 now 🫡. Its unedited be nice.

Also please do not make fun of me for using a Leah Michele song for this chapter its so good and it works really good so just shut up. Kloveyoubye

The summer starts to get hotter. A week passes and nothing changes, neither of them ever address the hand holding, Link is fixing the hole in the roof and Zelda is reteaching herself how to fix a clock, an activity she originally learned at the age of seven. Everything is so normal, the sun starts to set a little later, and the fireflies have started hatching.

Link never really thought he would end up in a position to do housework. He tried to get Bolson to fix the hole before Link bought it, but it would take a certain number of wood piles and when Link went out to get them he got a little distracted. And by distracted he means ending the sandstorm in the desert caused by the Divine Beast. It just got put on the back burner, and now here he is, using basic tools to hammer in new shingles. He wipes his brow, his shirt off again. He takes a look at the hammer in his hand, thinking about the savage Lynel sword that same hand has swung.

The passage of time is weird.

Maybe he does want to go back to work. Going from Demon slayer to roof repairman in two and a half weeks is a little jarring.

He hears a groan of frustration from inside the house, and makes his way inside, where it's much cooler.

“Everything alright?” He asks, looking at the girl who’s hunched over the kitchen table.

“No, this is absurd.” She slams the machine on the kitchen table. “I can’t remember how to do the most basic thing in engineering ever.” She frowns.

Link chuckles and places a dirty hand on her shoulder as he walks past her. He moves to the water basin and wets a cloth that he wraps around his neck. “I don’t know the first thing about that stuff, so you have me beat.” He shrugs. “Man, what I would give for an hour at Lurelin right now. Or better yet a weekend at Tabantha. I bet the weather there is a comfortable 60 degrees.” He sighs. Trying to slyly put the worm in Zelda’s ear about a possible trip.

Zelda groans, “I agree. I don’t remember it getting this hot.”

“This is just the beginning, wait until it’s the midsummer festival.”

“A festival?” Zelda’s face lights up.

Link nods, “It’s something they started about thirty years ago. It’s right here in Hateno. People from all parts of the kingdom will travel for it.” Link drinks some water, leading against the counter at the hip. Zelda makes special effort not to admire how his obliques curved. “There’s music and dancing, it’s quite fun. I was invited last year as a special guest. The “chosen hero” or something like that.” Link shrugs.

At that moment they hear a sharp knock on their door. It startles both of them. Link moves to answer it, setting the rag and cup down.

“Dantz, what is it?” Link says as he opens the door to a distressed farmer.

“Master Link, so good to see you,” His voice is shaky, “I didn’t know who else to go to.” Link listens more intently, Zelda even stands. “Two more of my cattle have been killed. When I heard you were back in town I knew you could help me. I don’t know who—or what—is killing them, but it's not a moblin. It’s something darker.” He’s speaking a mile a minute.

“Slow down,” Link stops him, “When did this happen?”

“In the night, I came here as soon as I could. They were covered in something… unnatural. Please, Link.”

Link turns back to look at Zelda. “Stay here.”

“What? No. I’ll come with you!” She moves to him and Link stops her. If this is anything like what Cado saw at the castle, he didn’t want her to be anywhere near it.

Link completely turns around and puts his hands on her shoulders, “Zelda, you cannot.” He stays sternly.

“Why? You don’t have to baby me. I can help you.”

“Zel-“

“I’m better! Please don’t leave me-“ Before she finishes the sentence she’s falling back down, like she was going to faint again. She had gotten herself worked up and now her heart was weary again. Link catches her before she falls, her knees knocking together.

“Oh, Goddess.” Dantz says. “Should I help?” He asks and Link snaps, telling him ‘no’ a little too forcefully.

“Zel, come on, let's get you to bed.” He wraps her arm around his shoulder. “Dantz, I’ll be there within the hour. I’m sorry.” Link says in a calmer tone.

“I understand, Link.” He nods and turns to leave.

Zelda can’t get up the stairs and Link picks her up, carrying her up to her room. He places her in bed as she starts to cry.

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” He brushes her hair out of her face. She takes his hand.

“No. It’s not.” She replies. “Stop telling me it’s okay.” She groans. “It’s ridiculous that I can’t do anything without this happening.” It was the second time this week.

“I have to go help them.” His hand is held back by her, but she eventually lets it go.

He turns to leave her, pulling his green tunic over his messy hair, and getting ready for combat. He isn’t even anticipating a fight, but he wants to be ready. He puts his gloves on, and straps both his sword and shield to his back. He even gets his bow ready because he has no idea what it might be. It sounds serious.

It’s the first time he’s been entirely suited-up since the castle. He forgot how natural it feels. He forgot how much he felt like himself.

Zelda has gotten up and stands at the railing of the loft. “Be careful.” She says in a weak voice.

Link looks up at her, he wants to stay here with her and hold her and let her know that it's going to be okay. “Please rest.”

He walks out the door.

The cattle are lying dead in the corner of the pasture. Flies buzz around them. Dantz and Link examine the scene, a pit in both their stomachs.

“What could it be?” Dantz asks.

Link crouches down, getting a closer look. The gunk is a deep maroon color, almost like malice but thinner, almost like a glossy serum as opposed to a thick slime. Link takes a risk and touches a bit of it that was strewn across the grass, rubbing it between his fingers. It didn’t seem to hurt him the way malice did. He sniffs it, it’s rotten and foul. He gags almost immediately. Link wipes his hand off in the grass.

“I’ve never seen anything like this.” He admits. “And I’ve seen a lot.” This was only confirming his worst fears.

“The other ones that were killed were left like this too.” Dantz explains, “There isn’t even any meat taken out of them, only their eyes are gouged out.” He points out.

“Whatever is killing them is doing it for sport.” Link stands back up and folds his arms. “This is bizarre, I must say.” It was starting to be late afternoon, he still had a few hours of sunlight. “What did you do with the other ones that were killed?” Link asks.

“We tried to clean them up and butcher them for food. But the meat inside was rotten, like it was poisoned under the skin.”

Link hears a giggle from behind them and turns around to see the two daughters of the rancher watching them from behind a post. When he catches them staring they both hide.

“How old are your girls?” He asks.

“Siva is eighteen and Catli is sixteen.” Dantz replies. “They are my pride and joy, I can’t let anything bad happen to them.”

Link advances towards them, “Girls.” He smiles, charming as ever. They both sneak out from behind the post, sheepish and giddy. The older steps forward.

“You’re the hero.” She puts her hands behind her back. Link nods.

“Can you girls show me the edge of your property?” He asks, wanting to test a theory. They both happily nod and start to lead him, he notices especially how Siva looks at him as she walks by. She was very agreeable: long, dark and curly hair and alluring eyes. He follows them. They take him past the fence and through the forest, the younger chatting and asking questions about his quests and whatnot. He just smiles and nods, answering with basic “yes’” or “no’s”.

Link’s theory starts to prove right, he sees a set of two acorns on the ground, then a pair of two foot tracks, and eventually, at the end of the property, where two songbirds lay dead at the bottom of a tree, both covered in the same strange goop. Whatever this is, it’s looking for things in pairs. Like two sisters.

Link would never imagine putting these girls in danger, and would send them home in about an hour or two when it started to get dark, he just wanted to lure out whatever was killing with a pair.

He sat down at the base of a tree, and listened as the girls talked themselves up, clearly competing with one another for who can be the most impressive to the hero. Link decides to let them have their fun, it’s not like he was getting this attention from Zelda.

Zelda.

She’s all he could think about. He listens to the girls for a full hour, but doesn’t comprehend a word they’re saying because all he can do is think about the woman he left at home. He wishes he hadn’t left her home, she’s probably sad and lonely. Or maybe she isn’t, perhaps she’s enjoying some alone time. He doubted it, though. He was sure she was fuming at him for just leaving her, for going in such a rush. Proximity can cause problems, maybe this was good for them.

Link must have zoned out because all of a sudden the younger sister was gone, and he was left alone with Siva. This was dangerous territory.

“Where did your sister go?” He asks, clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh! I told her to go get her tapestry to show you! Of course.” Siva says in a tone that was a little too flirty for Link’s liking. She sits next to him, facing him. Link knew the look on her face, and he knew he should stand up and put an end to whatever was about to happen. “Because you know… now we’re alone.” She sighs and leans in.

Stop. Stop. Stop. He tells himself but doesn’t move, he lets her place her lips on his.

Link is not an experienced kisser. He’s had a few drunken nights in the last three years where he ended up in a Gerudo’s bedchamber or a stable-workers hideout, and while those were all agreeable experiences, he’s never actively sought them out. It was always nice to get the tension from his journey off, though.

Link makes the mistake of kissing her back, and she’s sighing into his touch and he’s pulling her in. Being alone with a woman he’s been in love with for three years and not being able to touch her or talk to her the way he wants to has left him with a lot of pent up energy, it felt good to get it out.

Link puts his fingers through her hair, and starts to kiss down her jawline and neck and she’s letting out the prettiest little sounds.

And then he starts to think about Zelda. The sounds Zelda would make, the feeling of her hair intertwined in his fingers, how her lips would feel against his…

Zelda.

“Zelda.” He sighs, and then Savi is pulling away.

“Hm?” She asks, and Link is dazed and confused, thinking with anything other than his brain. He doesn’t know how long they were kissing because suddenly it's much darker outside, and if Dantz caught them like this, Link would be the one hunted down and killed, not whatever monster is out there.

Link immediately feels stupid, this was a rookie mistake. He shouldn’t have let it happen.

“What?” He responds to her, and then out of the corner of his eye, he sees something run behind the tree. “Shit.” He jumps up. “You need to go. Right now.” He pushes her back towards the house. It wasn’t far, she’d be okay. “Please don’t tell anyone about this.”

She nods, also remembering their reason for being out here. She runs back home and Link shakes his head, trying to refocus. He sees it again, it’s fast, moving from tree to tree, but further away. Link grunts and starts to slowly follow it. He isn’t sure if it saw him. It’s tall, and it’s dark. He would guess it’s a Moblin by its size but it's much too fast to be a moblin. Perhaps a wizzrobe? But he could hear its feet on the grass. Link starts the stalk, prowling towards it like a predator.

He doesn’t think it knows he’s following, because he’s able to follow it halfway up Madorna Mountain before he accidentally steps on a branch that snaps loudly. Again, a rookie mistake. Link was out of practice, rusty. He silently curses himself for that. The beast turns around to look at Link, but he’s able to hide behind an oak tree. It was still a little light out, and the lights from down were getting smaller and smaller as they worked their way up the mountain.

Link stayed vigilant. It’s been a long time since he’s had to fight a new enemy, and he wasn’t sure how powerful this was going to be. It gets quiet, he doesn’t hear it move. Even with Link’s impaired hearing, he had a knack for the details, but not today, not now. A cricket chirps but it’s silenced halfway through its sound. The wind goes still. A cloud covers the moon.

He girds up, and moves from behind the tree to keep following it, but he’s met with a horrific sight.

The creature is standing there, about six feet away from Link.

It startles him. He’s met with a feeling of dread.

It’s tall, probably seven feet. It’s hunched down, a humanoid-sort of beast that looks like a shadow covered in the same maroon gloop as the animals.

Link freezes up, he is paralyzed with fear because he knows exactly what it is.

He knows who it is.

It opens its eyes, those awful, yellow, glowing eyes. He chuckles at Link and it fills his skull. It wasn’t quite human, like it was a pile of goo that was regaining its strength and slowly rebuilding itself into a human. Into a phantom.

They stare at one another, his laughter taunts Link. Link can hear his heartbeat in his ears. His palms start to sweat. He is met with the images of three weeks ago. The battle, the castle, the evil.

Ganon.

Or at least some form of him.

He doesn’t move, he just laughs at Link. The boy swallows, and he wants to run, but he rolls his shoulders back.

“Courage and Bravery are two different things.” Zelda’s words ring in his memory.

He grabs his sword.

The Master Sword unsheathes with a light ring, and it glows in the darkness.

In an instant, the monster is screeching and howling like a Lynel and melting away from the light of the sword. The pure power of the holy blade made the beast slowly melt into the ground, like an ice cube in the desert. It covered its eyes, and screlted into the forest, echoing no doubt into town.

Link walked closer to it, waving the blade, spinning it in his hand until the creature was completely put away.

Whatever that was, it isn’t very strong. It will surely get stronger, though. Link had a feeling this was not the end of it. It left behind a puddle of goop. Link’s stomach dropped when he realized why it was killing for sport and in pairs of two. It was probably seeking Him and Zelda. Unable to differentiate what living things were hylian and what was cattle or animals. The stealing of the eyes surely had something to do with it regaining its strength, but what?

How did it know to come look in Hateno already?

After sheathing the sword and thanking the Goddess, Link took a moment to bury the secretment. He still felt sick to his stomach. Why did he freeze up like that?

Maybe that final battle had more of an effect on him than he thought.

He heads home, explaining to Dantz what had happened and what he saw, sugar-coating it a little and just saying it was a ghost. Link wasn’t sure how long it would stay away for, but hopefully long enough he could talk to Impa about it. Clearly the Master Sword was protecting him. He made a special effort to avoid Savi.

When he gets home, he drops his equipment off, pulling his gloves and boots off and leaving it all in his little corner downstairs. He pulls his shirt off. He would sleep out with Epona again tonight, he would need to to avoid the nightmares. His Mare had that effect on him. The feeling of safety and home.

Zelda was asleep, snoring lightly in her bed. He stayed quiet and went to sit at the table, grabbing a baked apple to silence his rumbling stomach. Guilt washed over him as he remembered what he did today. Savi came onto him, but he knows he shouldn’t have let that happen. He was ashamed of his conduct.

The laughter of the phantom rang in his ears. Flashes of its grin and glowing eyes projected in his mind. He felt ill.

Link disassociated. He sat at the table for three hours and it went by in minutes.

What snaps him out of it are the screams of terror he hears from upstairs.

His mind immediately jumps to the worst possible situation. He grabs the master sword and sprints upstairs. He sees nothing but a scared girl, crying from a nightmare.

“Zelda, what is it?” He asks, setting the sword town and running to her. He kneels by her bed and takes her hand. “I’m here, what’s wrong.” He whispers.

“You’re here?”

“I’m here.”

“B-but. The guardian, it got you. It killed-”

“It was just a nightmare, it wasn’t real.” Link reassures her. “I’m here, breathing, alive as ever.”

Zelda shakes her head, she’s clearly so traumatized that she cannot differentiate dream from reality anymore, she probably thinks him saying that is the dream.

“Here, feel.” He grabs her hand and places it against his chest where his heart is. “Feel that?” He asks, “Bum-bum. Bum-bum.” He whispers. “That’s my heart. Its pumping, it's beating.” Zelda sobs and he pulls her into his chest. “It’s okay, I got you. I’m here.”

He holds her for a moment and then stands up, “I’ll get the stool if it will help you sleep.” He turns to go.

“Stay with me.” She asks, tears wetting his collarbone.

“I’ll be right here, I’ll grab the stool.” He says.

“No, stay with me.” She says, and gestures to the bed.

“What?”

“Please. I cannot sleep without you by my side. I’m too afraid I’m going to lose you again.” She sniffles.

“Zelda I can’t-“

“Why?” She asks. “Because of decorum? Because I’m royal? Because you don't want to get caught?” She picks up her hands ‘None of that matters anymore’ she signs.

Link nods, “Are you sure?”

“Please.” She pleads.

Link moves back to her, trying to control his racing heart. Zelda scoots over to she’s closer to the wall, and Link carefully crawls into the covers of the bed. There wasn’t a ton of room, there would be no way for them to lay in the bed without being in full contact. “Is this okay?” He asks as he pulls the covers up.

She nods.

“Hold me?” She asks.

Link looks at her and it takes every ounce of his self-control not to kiss her. He nods and lays his head down, his chest facing up. He pulls her into his chest, wrapping his left arm around her shoulders and his right arm over his stomach to her waist. She tries to control her breathing, and it gets easier as their hearts begin to sync up.

Link wants to cry too, because this is the safest he has felt in a hundred and three years. This is the most at home he has ever been. He mentally-pinches himself because he’s sure he’s dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up, in fact, he starts to fall into the deepest sleep he’s ever had.

Every muscle in his body starts to relax, his eyes get heavy, and the scent of the girl on his chest fills his dreams with images of fairy forests and gentle ocean waves and the time of day when the sun moves into twilight.

This is home.

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LOVER! ⌇KIM NAMJOON ࿐

— PROMPT: love-making with the perfect person in the most perfect place

— PAIRING: namjoon x f!reader

— GENRE: established relationship, smut (minors dni)

— WORD COUNT: 2.51k

— WARNINGS: birthday sex <3, lots of love talk, very very corny, LOVE MAKING, heavy praise, heavy use of pet names, brief alcohol consumption, reader is the tinest bit tipsy, breeding kink, possible baby making (?), unprotected sex, exhibitionism (v public sex with no one around), fucking during the sunset, size kink if u squint, u & namjoon being perfect for each other<3

— A. NOTE: 110% self-indulged. happy birthday to my nature fairy tho :( this is kinda all over the place but yeah, i wrote this on a whim cuz it’s a special day in world history <33 not proofread so excuse any mistakes or anything that doesn’t make sense lol

“happy birthday, baby,” you tell him, uncovering his eyes.

his breath gets caught in his throat when he realizes where the two of you stand. the memory from two years ago feels like yesterday. the one where he coincidentally and almost ironically finds you in the most beautiful, serene place on earth. the place he comes to escape his mind and the horrible things reality and life had to offer him.

it was the same place for you. the place you had gone to read or write or just think without the incessant chatter of people you didn’t want to be around or the negative energy you felt like you were surrounded by.

it was destined, you thought. you swear you fell in love with him at first glance. his handsome face, apologetic smile, and his deep voice telling you he’s sorry for interrupting.

he knows he fell in love with you the second his eyes fell on you. your presence was comforting and instead of being his usual, shy and awkward self, he found himself gravitating towards you. pulled in by your enticing aura and flawless presence.

it’s nowhere special, really. nothing extravagant. just a tall hill overlooking a field of tall trees, grass, and an array of various flowers. the sun sets perfectly over the horizon and to you, it’s the most beautiful thing ever. to him, it’s the second.

he looks at the picnic you have set up and he thinks he could cry, feeling sentimental over the fond memories he’s had with you throughout the years you’ve loved each other.

“baby…” he whispers, turning to look at your face. the smile that adorns your face is wide, meets your eyes, and makes them crinkle. he knows, at this moment, there is nothing on the earth he could love more than you.

you take his hand and drag him to the generic, plaid blanket with a small laugh. you have him sit down with you before taking the picnic basket in your hands, taking out soju and some of his favorite foods.

“do… do you like it?” you ask meekly, noticing he hasn’t said anything.

“are you kidding…?” he whispers, placing his hands around your wrists to stop you from digging in the basket. “i love it. so, so much. thank you.” he says, squeezing his hands around you. “how’d you even pull this off without me knowing?”

you blush at the question, “seokjin helped me out a lot with the food and i had jungkook distract you this afternoon while i came and set everything up…”

he hums breaking out in a wide grin, “hmm, so that’s what you were doing,” he thinks about how jungkook kept talking his ear off all afternoon while they were together. every time he would attempt to leave, jungkook would stop him. “you have no idea how much i missed you, i think jungkook was trying to drive me insane.”

“well, i’ll have to give him my thanks for keeping you occupied,” you joke, giggling softly. “and… i missed you, too, i wanted to spend the entire day with you, but i was really excited about this so i hope you’ll have me for the rest of the evening instead?” you blush.

“i’ll take whatever time you give me, Y/N,”

you nod with a smile.

you both take your time to eat and drink the things you’d come with, laughing and reminiscing on how the two of you had met as if you were straight out of a romance movie, talking about all the times you’d spent together, making jokes about how old the two of you are getting, and before you know it, the sun is starting to set.

after packing everything, but the blanket up, you scoot towards him close enough to where you can feel his body heat. “you know what i love about you, joon?” you ask, a cheeky smile on your face as you feel the soju makes you a little tipsy.

“what’s that, pretty girl?” he questions, curious to see what you have to say.

“everything,” you huff. “you’re so perfect.”

he chuckles, softly shaking his head, “m’ not perfect, baby, but i–”

“you are, though,” you frown, cutting him off. “i know you don’t think so, but everyone else does,” you cup his face, smaller hands splaying across his cheeks and jaw. “you’re so pretty, joonie, it’s not even fair!” you pout.

he feels his cheeks heat up at the praise, but ignores it, “well, you’re the prettiest, baby,”

“i love your eyes,” you lean in, pressing a soft kiss onto each of his eyelids, “n’ your soft lips,” a peck on his lips, “n’ your fucking dimples that are so deep it’s probably illegal,” you smile, pressing a kiss to each indention.

namjoon looks at your sunkissed face in awe, like he can’t believe you’re his. hopefully forever.

“i love you… for everything that you do for me.” you tell him. “for being so unbelievably smart that it actually pisses me off.” you roll your eyes at the thought of his IQ. “for being so kind to people, nature, and animals that it’s heart-wrenching.” he chuckles and you can’t help but smile again. “i love the things you dislike about yourself and love about yourself.”

“pretty girl…”

“i love when you get passive-aggressive when you’re angry and how you’re the biggest fuckin’ klutz in the world. i love the way you always make me feel better about myself.” you continue, feeling yourself grow emotional in the best way. “i love all of you.”

you kiss him, harder than he would’ve thought you would, diving into him with a sudden sense of need and urgency. namjoon can tell what you need just by the way you open your mouth silently asking for his tongue, but he needs to tell you how he feels about you.

he pushes you back for a second, looking into your hazy eyes. “my baby…” he mutters, hand moving hair out of your face before staring at you like he’s studying you. “my pretty girl… my angel… you are the most beautiful thing on planet earth.” he whispers, biting back a smile when he sees you pout. “m’ so in love with everything about you and i think i’m the luckiest man on earth to have even met you and offered the pleasures of loving you.”

his words, for some reason, make your stomach churn and you feel your body become consumed with need. all of the love talk has your body weak and desperate. “joonie, i need you…”

“what do you need, love?”

“need you to make love to me… need you to fuck your love into me,” you tell him breathily.

his cock hardens at the thought of him fucking you in such an open place, but he needs to ask, “what? here? are… you sure?”

you nod, “yeah, in our place.” you say, pulling up your dress to reveal your blue lace panties. “there’s no one here… and i wouldn’t care if anyone saw anyways.”

namjoon nods, letting out a sharp breath. “c’mere,” he murmurs, hands finding your waist to pull you onto his lap. you giggle, easily finding comfort as you straddle him and wrap your arms around his neck. “you’re so beautiful, yunno that?” he whispers looking at your slightly elevated face with pure admiration.

“you never let me forget…” your cheeks heat up at his heavy gaze and sweet words.

“damn right, i won’t,” he smiles, flashing his teeth, and you nearly melt to putty in his lap.

you lean into him, pressing your lips to his once again. he takes the lead as soon as he melts into the kiss. his tongue gently glides against yours, the slight taste of his drink invading your mouth. you moan happily, fingers tugging at the ends of his long, black hair. he groans into your mouth at the sensation, deepening the kiss while his hands rock your hips against his throbbing cock.

you gasp, his dick digging into your soaked core. “fuck,” you whine in his mouth, grinding into him harder and faster as every second passes. “fuck, fuck, fuck, you always make me feel sooo good, joonie,” you pant with your forehead resting on his, words dripping with desperation.

“me too, baby,” he moans softly, resisting the urge to buck up against you. “soakin’ me through my pants, you really love me that much?” he teases, a tiny lilt to his deep voice.

you scrunch your eyebrows together as the knot in your stomach tightens, “m-more! love you more than this…” you manage to tell him, eyes squeezing together. “s-so sensitive, baby, don’t wanna cum like this– wanna cum on your cock.”

he hums, nodding his head. he carefully maneuvers your body, laying you down on the blanket. he takes a second to admire the way you look, splayed out in your dress and a noticeably needy look plastered on your face– fuck, you are so pretty like this, all pliant and hungry for him.

he slips your underwear off and sets it to the side before unzipping his pants to pull his cock out. when your eyes land on him and all of his glory, you can’t help but squirm and whine. he’s so big, you’re surprised you got him to fit inside you every time. that’s not to say it wasn’t a challenge.

his big hand pumps his length, swiping the drooling tip with his thumb. he hisses softly, already feeling sensitive himself. “take a deep breath for me, pretty baby,” he orders, delicately.

you nod, stomach churning at the idea of him filling you up. he swipes his tip up and down your soaked cunt, making you whine and twitch under him. he shushes you lovingly, tell you to relax. finally, he aligns his cock with your dripping hole before gently pushing in.

you both moan, feeling the undeniable stretch he’s giving you just with the head of his dick. even with the slightly painful stretch, you feel as he continues to slide inside your pussy, you feel yourself sucking him in as you crave him.

namjoon can’t help but let out a loud grunt. your pussy is perfect. his cock slides in deeper and deeper, feeling your warm, velvet walls hug him perfectly. just like he’s meant to be there.

and when he bottoms out, he bends to hover over your shivering body.

“suh– s-so b-big, oh my, god,” you whimper, eyes already rolling back.

he pants at your words, feeling himself twitch against your walls, “'m sorry, baby, but look at how well you’re takin’ me,” he whispers, gaining some type of composure. “suckin’ my cock into your perfect pussy, so fuckin’ good to me, angel.” when he feels you clench around his cock he nearly snaps. “gonna let me make you feel good? gonna let me show you how much i love you?”

you whine again, nodding your head eagerly, “uh-huh, pl-please!”

he sharply inhales before sliding out of your tight pussy and pushing himself back in with a bit more force. you cry out for him as his bulbous head taps your cervix. your arms snake around to wrap around his neck once more. you pull him closer to you to where your bodies are touching and kiss him.

he moans into the kiss, before repeating his actions, reveling in how responsive you are to him at this moment. he gives you one last slow thrust before sending you into orbit with a steady, fast-paced rhythm.

“my pretty baby,” he moans against your lips. “wanna love you forever,” his pace somehow quickens. the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your plush ass and your squeals and moans echo into the empty space around you.

“fuck!” you cry as a certain stroke has his tip rubbing against your g-spot. “there, joonie!”

he smirks, “yeah? that’s the spot?” he suddenly rams into you again, completely hitting your spot and you finally open your eyes, arching your back into him.

“yes!” you gasp, feeling him hit again and again and again, never once missing a beat. “yes, yes yes! shit, l-love your cock, baby!”

tears you weren’t aware of stream down your cheeks and you feel a deep, achy pressure in your stomach– you’re close.

“joon, m’ so close,” you warn, panting as his fat cock plummets in and out of you.

he presses a kiss to your lips for a split second before lowly saying, “come on, baby. cum for me, cum all over this cock– it’s all yours.”

his deep, gravelly voice shakes you to the core and you can’t hold back. one final thrust and your eyes roll back as you cum, tightly clamping around his cock. your body seizes and you whine out strings of curses and incoherent versions of his name. “fuh– f-fuck!”

“thaaat’s it, angel,” he praises, guiding you through your orgasm, making it all the more powerful. “so pretty, soaked my cock like such a good girl,”

you whine, coming down from your exhilarating high, “n-need your cum inside,”

his cock twitches again and he lets out a loud moan, “you wanna take my cum? pretty girl wants me to give her a baby?”

you moan at his words, clamping over him again. “please, joonie! wanna feel you inside of me, feel you close to me…” you beg. “please give it to me!”

he pants at your words and feels himself getting closer to the edge with every choked syllable that slips past your swollen lips. “gonna fill you up, baby, just the way you want,” he rambles. “gonna bring you back here and marry you, too, fuck, you’d like that?”

his sudden words shock you, yet you still feel another orgasm quickly approaching. “oh fuck, yes yes, want that— need that!”

at your agreement, namjoon nearly whines. the idea of spending the rest of his life with you has him shaking and close to painting every inch of the inside of your cunt white with his cum.

“all mine forever, yeah?”

“mmm! yes!” you moan, tears of overstimulation form on your lash line and you don’t think you can hold back any longer with his sharp, consistent thrusts. “please cum with me!”

he moans as you clench around him without warning, soaking his cock for the second time within the span of 5 minutes. he cums shortly after with a mantra of your name falling from his lips. with his cock burried deep into your hilt, you feel a heavy load of his cum splatter against your warm, battered walls, filling you up so well.

“Y/N…” he whines, his cum-coated cock twitching inside of you.

you relish in the feeling of being stuffed to the brim with his thick cum, practically glowing brighter than the setting sun. you don’t have the strength to give him any words, just to give him a hazy look full of love and admiration, but he knows exactly what you’re saying.

he gives you a lopsided grin, “i love you, too.”

#bts smut #bts x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #namjoon oneshot

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Could we get a peek as to what some of reader and voxs intimate moments were like in OATSH?

Since I can’t decide on just one, here’s some little headcanon/future fics that I have in my head.

OATSH Master List

Living World

Vox and reader actually exchanged letters more than they saw one another in person. After moving back to New Orleans, there was a letter sent to Alastor’s old radio station address for them from Vox since he never got their address. It took three or four months of correspondence before he got it.

Vox is the man in life (aside from Alastor but he’s dead at this point so shuuuush) that they allow to touch them.

Eventually they could be talked into coming over to Vox’s home with no one over.

With the help of alcohol, the two would share kisses.

Without alcohol, there would be talks on the couch that would end in one of them falling asleep.

If it was Vox, they would admire him, take a moment to indulge in the want to touch before they’d wake him up and walk him to bed. The times he asked them to stay, he’d wake up with their perfume on his pillow but them nowhere in sight.

If it was Reader who fell asleep, Vox would carry them to bed. He’d be really careful about not waking them up as he took off their shoes.

Groggy mornings after where either way reader is the one who’s cooking breakfast because no, eggs on toast is not— that’s not a meal, that’s a sin.

Aside, I love the 40s slang for eggs which is “hen fruit” so yes, I will find a way to integrate this into the story.

Domestic times where eventually reader stops paying for a hotel and instead just stays with Vox when they come around and Vox does the same.

Reader bought a television specifically to watch Vox’s program and shows he guest starred in. They did this not because they wanted to see Vox’s face. No, it was to study his facial expressions and body language to save on having to figure it out during the little time they saw each other in person. Nothing else.

Vox has read all of their books and listened/watched/read all of their interviews. He has a section of a bookshelf completely dedicated to things related to them.

Reader actually has more than just the book about being raised by Alastor. They’ve written both fiction and non fiction alike. The other non-fiction book they wrote was about their experience specifically as a non-white child in the child care systems.

Fiction wise, they’ve written crime stories mostly. Shocker seeing who they were raised by.

Looking at Vox’s bookshelf, you can tell the most read book of their is a book where the main relationship focus is one akin to Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler. Where those lines between admiration and romantic interest are blurred.

He reads that one the most but the creases in the spine and the permanent bookmark indicates that he section he reads the most is the one where you get to see the killer’s thoughts towards the end of the book.

“It was only when tucked away in a private roomette and the train started moving, that she let the events of the past months catch up to her. What started off as a fun game became something so different so quickly. Things became convoluted, so much more dangerous than anticipated.

“The stakes were high. Head or heart? She had made her choice.

“She hooked her finger around the cloth in front of the window. She pulled it back, taking at her last glimpse of this city. Her eyes widened when she saw him at the station. He was breathless. He looked around, frantic. She saw him and he saw her. He shook his head and she knew. People whose names she didn’t remember but recognized as his colleagues were behind him. A mouth moved in a question and he responded with a single word answer. She let her finger fall and the curtain shut.

“He’d made his choice too.

“A true pity that he was one of those good ones. A true pity, indeed.”

Vox knew it was written with him in mind.

He actually knew a lot more than most. The last time he saw reader before their death, was two months before. There had been a party. Something caused them to leave early. He went to follow to see what was wrong. They left suddenly.

Then a man came up to them while they were on the path back to their hotel. They ignored him at first but then something in them flipped and Vox was introduced to a side of them he’d never seen before.

Vox didn’t send them a letter for a month and a half after they left. Then he sent them one telling them to meet him next time they came. They were supposed to meet him the day after they died.

Hell

Overlord Reader is just reader getting the respect they always deserved to Vox.

He did not register how powerful they were until he saw them in their demon form for the first time.

Demon form includes, longer tail, sharper teeth, elongated, blackened hands. Vox thinks it’s hot.

Reader is a lot more open and affectionate than in life. Vox had no idea how to react to this at first. He definitely glitched the first couple times they grab hold of him in public.

Referring people to Vox when it seems like he could take advantage of their situation and make a deal.

Vox attending every single production at their theater.

Cleaning Vox’s screen when it gets smudged.

Vox brushing the reader’s tail for them.

Finally getting together and Vox just shutting down.

Not telling Alastor right away but definitely telling Rosie. Rosie is ecstatic.

Moving in together, sharing a space, teaching Vox how to properly cook, getting Vark.

Vox getting jealous of little baby Vark because they just. . . They bypassed him to give Vark kisses first. Excuse you.

Definitely gives very deep, passionate kisses in retaliation. They start bypassing him on purpose to get them.

Vox has so many photographs of them and Vark. Vox actually just has so many photographs of them.

The first movie Vox makes in Hell is actually based on his favorite book of theirs. He convinced them to play the murderer. Of course he’s playing the detective.

Alastor gets very protective of them because Vox is trying to steal them away from him with all this work.

Vox gets very protective of them because Alastor is trying to steal them away from him by intruding on their time alone.

Once Alastor just appeared in their home and caught a moment he should not have seen. Everyone screamed. Alastor temporarily went demonic. He starts knocking after.

Rosie and reader placing bets on who’s gonna win this fight when Alastor and Vox go at it.

Vox not feeling like he’s enough for them until he’s an overlord. Them having to assure him that if they wanted to leave, they would.

When he becomes one, him trying to propose. Alastor fucking with the proposal. Reader proposes instead.

Vox and Rosie team up for the perfect wedding.

Either always being in a honeymoon phase or acting like they’ve been married for fifty years. No in between.

Reader helping Vox strike a better work-life balance because they’ve been doing this longer.

Work visits where reader purposefully leaves lipstick marks when they leave. Work visits where Vox gives them a massage while they’re supposed to be focused.

Vox sitting close to reader during overlord meetings.

Heaven forbid someone mention them being too inappropriate with the PDA. Coincidentally there will be a scandal about them Vox covers in the news within the next month.

Comforting reader when Alastor goes missing.

The petty party of the fucking millennia begins when Alastor comes back.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #one author two show hosts #not exactly what was asked but it’s a bunch of moments between them #long post

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