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acidblum · 5 months ago

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Cold • A.A.

Wife!Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader (AU)

PALESTINE DO NOT BUY TLOU

AO3 PART II MASTERLIST

Summary: it hits you after a couple of years being happily married to Abigail Anderson, the daughter of the most infamous man on the countryside. that maybe it wasn’t happiness, and that maybe she’s hiding something from you.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, MINORS DNI ,ANGST, INFIDELITY, GUNS, reader getting called a whore, lowk traumatic, Abby being unfaithful and downright rude.

Rating: EXPLICIT!!

Word Count: 3.05k

A/N: hey y'all, idk how to feel about this one….this is my first fic ever, i've basically taught myself English, anywhoo have fun reading y'all, luv yaa, likes and reblogs are very appreciated.

(this fic was written while listening to Cold by Chris Stapleton)

waking up to feeling up the right side of the bed trying to get closer to your wife. nothing greets you but utter coldness. no head kisses or the pleadings of five more minutes, not even a kiss goodbye.

dread fills you stomach while you look at the bedrooms door, getting up and asking yourself if you made a mistake that’ll make your wife go to work without waking you up with her kisses. leaving you needy and promising you that she’ll reward you with the best of time the minute she’s back.

you put on your clothes and your boots, going to check on the livestock. pathetic that you need them to cheer you up.

tending to the chickens for a bit, before checking on your horse Bear. gifted to you by Abby's father on your last birthday.

he always had a soft spot for you as a feared man, he’s the most gentle with you and showed his support to your marriage.

you scratch at his head, while he tries to stick his chin to into your palm, making you giggle a bit before you head inside to get dressed properly to go pick up some necessities from the farm market.

walking into the market you greet the farmer

“howdy lady Anderson”

“well hello mister Banks, I'm just here to pick up the usual, I'm a little bit short of tomatoes and beans, making Abigail's favorite dish today” you smile at the thought of her.

“she is most certainly lucky to have you for a wife lady Anderson.”

you smile it him waiting patiently, he comes back with more then you asked for, handing them to u and shooing you away

“don’t even worry about it, i’ve put more in there of your favourite fruits, go enjoy them”

you saunter your way back to the farm, knowing that Abigail won't be home for another two hours or so, the feeling of dread still haunting you while you try to brush it off.

she's been your wife for a good while now, you can sense something’s new happening that she’s not telling you about, she’s been constantly on edge lately.

you do not want to give into the feeling and ruin the happy facade that should be greeting your wife when she get's home.

you get the food ready, laying it on the table wiping you hands on the apron you've got on, you head to the bathroom to freshen up, taking off the apron folding it neatly lest Abby jokingly mocks you for always leaving your stuff all over the place.

you come out wearing a comfortable attire and right on time you hear Abby's footsteps that you know very well, your heart jumps with excitement of seeing her, you give her a moment to unwind tending to your hair before you walk out of the bedroom's bathroom and into the Livingroom's area.

seeing her standing there with undereye bags, obviously very wound up from today's work whatever it is, she looks very disheveled you walk up to her towering form.

"hey baby how was work today" hugging her hunched form while she takes off her boots before she stand up, wrapping her arms around your waist, smelling her soap of pine on your neck. you lean back locking eyes with her patiently, you tilt you head at her pouty face.

"well you know my dad but it was alright, nothing more then work"

you hum at her, nodding at the table "i made your favorite, just the way you like it" before you tilt your head for a smooch she looks at you reluctantly before giving you one.

your eyes widen before concealing the feeling of shock over how this is the first time she doesn't kiss you willingly, or asks for another one in return, you keep your hands on her chest fixing her collar and unbuttoning the top three buttons for her.

before your eyes catch on a spot of red maroon lipstick. the look of fear written all over you face, spit piling up in your mouth you feel that you might puke, you start pawing at her shirts collar pinching it between your fingers. trying to wipe it off to no avail.

she notices the frantic look in your eyes "wha-" before glancing at your fingers that are now painted with the remnants of the lip print left on her, clearing her throat before gently sliding your hands off of her, and walking to sit down at the table, taking off her hat, laying it down on the table.

while your form is still there where you greeted her by the door, in absolute disbelief, you've never worn a red maroon lipstick.

and it might've been one imprint but it felt like it was all over her, and now it was all over your fingers. laughing at you for doing everything you could to keep your wife happy, just for you to be greeted like this.

she clears her throat looking at you before extending her arm to you with a pleading look "come sit down honey." you try to muster the ability to move, walking to her slowly accepting the defeat she made you feel, holding her hand where the sun hits her face painting her as a martyr, a goddess you had no problem worshiping. day and night, and that's how she reward's you.

you try to sit on the chair opposite her but she pulls you into her lap wrapping her left arm on your midsection, feeling her breath on your neck before she kisses your cheek and your neck in small quick kisses, you think that maybe this is her way of apologizing.

getting off of her lap you walk to the counter pouring yourself a glass of wine

"really you're gonna drink this? instead of keeping me company and sitting down with me?"

"i am with you Abby, i am always with but it seems that you're the one drifting away from me" holding the cup close to you. trying to feel an ounce of comfort, you feel none.

she shrugs you off and starts eating like a hungry wolf which tells you of how hungry she is, you pour her a cup of water before she chokes on the food you cooked for her eagerly, wanting nothing but to please her.

just to now hand her the cup with disdain written all over your face.

"what's her name?"

she hums not getting who you're asking about "who's name honey" her mouth full of food.

"the whore that dared to fucking kiss you with her red lipstick just for me to see" your voice trembling and you can't but find yourself choking up and tears start filling your sad eyes.

she wipes her mouth with the cloth before gulping the last of cold water you've given her, giving you the coldest stare she could ever give you

"you better watch your mouth honey, don't forget who gave you this" twirling her finger all over the place as a means to remind you to just be thankful, telling you that you are her property now.

when she's done been claimed by someone other then you, her whole presence feels different to you.

you shake your head hurriedly. "jerry won't like that you're being unfaithful to me"

tears streaming down your face, trying to calm your frantic breathing thinking about whoever that gave her a reason to be exactly that to you.

unfaithful.

she snorts at you making you look at her " so you think my dad will like you accusing his only child and successor? of fucking infidelity?" her voice rises with each word she utters. eye bloodshed with no feeling of remorse or a hint of sadness.

she stands up putting the cup down off of your hand, holding your hand in her's, prompting you to look at her while touching your knuckles tenderly.

"i need you here, she means nothing to me, you’re the one i yearn for day and night honey"

bringing your hand to her mouth, kissing each of your knuckles slowly.

looking at you from under her eyebrows, with darkened eyes. she kisses your ring cladded finger as means of reminding you.

you look at her teary eyed, heart broken like no other motherfucker in this damned land, never knew she could ever be so cruel to you, feeling her coldness evaporating into your pores.

you smile at her weakly before she starts wiping you tears messily chuckling at you, obviously not taking your feeling in consideration

the sun starts to set as the weather gets colder by the minute, making you shiver in her hold.

she tightens her arms around your waist. leading you into the bedroom you glance at the wall where she keeps her shotgun hanging off of it like a trophy.

you shake your head of the ill thought that just came up into your mind, jerry will have your head if he finds out that you're even considering doing it.

she starts undressing and you watch her go into the bathroom turning the water to take her usual cold shower, leaving you to tend to you wounded self.

getting ready for bed. you sit on the rocking chair facing the slightly left open bathroom door.

watching her tall figure under the water stream, in any other day she'll beg to take it with her and you'll do so willingly.

getting lathered up in her favorite pine soap, letting her pin you to the wall just the way she desires you to be. breathing hard from her loving on your body the way she likes. having your heated bodies under the cold stream of water.

you start chewing on your nail, tears welling up in your tired eyes. with the thought of how you and Abby met.. whispers of how she can treat better then anyone on this forsaken land, hushed words of pure love between the two of you.

she introduced you to her father even after you've voiced your concern of him not taking a liking to you, he ends up gifting you a horse for your birthday. after you've pointed at how much you like horses.

she was very eager to settle down with you, seeing you as the perfect choice for her, was it a friend of hers that oh so innocently gave her a kiss on her shirt’s collar, or is it a new woman whom catched Abby's attention?

a woman who's just passing by that she felt she wont linger too long, so she can have as much fun as she could with her?

you notice Abby coming out of the bathroom with a towel around her hips, wiping your eyes as to not let her see you still thinking about what happened, you get up to light the candles.

you see her sitting down on the bed. putting on her pants and giving you a come hither motion, candles lit you walk to her and sit in her lap facing her with you hands on her shoulder's, she holds you waist in both of her palms. running them up and down your waist looking in your eyes intently, as a means of reading what you're thinking of.

"you're mad at me honey"

"n-no i could never Abby, i swear"

she moves her hand to hold at the back of your neck harshly

"you swear for me huh? think you could make a fool out of me?"

"no no Abby i swear i love you i-i swear" you reach back holding her hand trying to get her to ease her hold on you, her piercing eyes looking into yours.

"awh baby you love me, but you had to ruin the day for us didn't you?"

she kisses you, your body going slack on top of her naked chest, kissing her always made you feel at ease even in tense situations. humming into your mouth she starts kissing down you neck while you hold into her wet hair, you start moving your hips on top of hers for a lick of friction but getting none.

"h-hah Abby please"

you know you shouldn't even be here, on top of her. begging her for more, you should get on bear and ride as far as you could.

but you know it'll only be a failed attempt before the Anderson's find you and drag you back to Abby, you'll only disappoint jerry by running away. no one to turn to making them practically your only family. with nothing under your name, u are helpless.

you decide to give Abby what she wants, whatever she'll do you'll take willingly, she flips you on your back undressing you on top of your marital bed, leaving her paw prints all over your naked body making you clutch on the pillow hard from her intense way of loving you, not letting up until you writhe under her.

trying to not ruin the moment by remembering the woman with the red lips.

she kisses your head goodnight and snuggles into you holding your midsection for life, catching a glimpse outside the window, you see nothing but utter darkness and the shades of the trees, no sound other then her slow breathing and the sizzling of the candles burning, you get up with trembling legs sliding her arm off of you.

as quietly as you could you stand in front of the shotgun, contemplating and questioning your choices, if you are really willing to do this.

"fuck it" you mutter to yourself before picking up the shotgun, checking the bullets, you think of how Abby should've never taught you how to shoot, you bet she'll never see it coming.

how foolish of you to think that.

the moment you go back to the room, you see her sat leaning on the wall with her silenced gun in her paw. you try to conceal the shiver that runs through you at her burning gaze.

you try to square up your shoulder, failing as her mouth starts to tilt upwards as a mocking gesture, still pointing the gun at her.

entering the room, she shakes the handgun at u "u thought u were smart didn't cha honey?" she looks at where u were lying down and then back at you.

shaking her head disappointingly "your father won't be proud, hell my father won't be proud if we die, at each other's mercy." she clicks the gun making you flinch.

she stays silent for a moment before clicking her tongue and continuing.

"she has the most beautiful green eyes you've ever seen honey, it was very hard for me to reject her advances"

" then let me go Abigail...please?" you look into her eyes pleadingly you know the outcome but you can't help but beg her for mercy on your soul, she points the gun at your head.

"we're both stuck my love, you by duty and me by love"

you lower the shotgun, laughing out loud at her dumb poetic remark. leaning with your hands on your knees laughing frantically while she looks at you quizzically with a smile on her lips.

"by love? wha- what fucking love are you talking about, in this state Abigail? i stay at this forsaken farm, tending to you, your fucking spoiled chickens, sucking up to you and your lineage just to get by" firing a bullet at the wall in a moment of pure rage you drop the shotgun running out of the room, hearing the bed creak.

unlocking the door and running out onto the cold grass tickling your feet uncomfortably, it is raining heavily.

you glance behind you while running to the staples to get to bear, she's behind you with only her pants on, aiming the shotgun at your running form, your heart thudding with fear as you trip on your own feet trying to get up just to trip again, Abby is right there in front of your cowering form

"a-abby i'm s-sorry" you plead at her

"no you fucking aren't, you wanna act like a whore? because trust me honey, i'll treat you like one"

she brings the shotgun to your shoulder, nudging at your shivering form as if you were infected with something greater then fear.

“get up and walk, you do not want to get on that horse of yours” she spits her words at you.

looking at her questioning your choice of marrying her you try to stand up, she yanks you straight holding your arm tightly, cutting the blood circulation from your arm.

“a-aw” you wince

“you wanna get on that horse? well i’ll just have to shoot the both of you”

walking you inside double locking the door and hanging the shotgun as if nothing happened.

“go shower before you get into bed” she goes to wash her hands and feet, comes out of the bathroom nodding towards the wide open bathroom door.

you get in and wash your hair and body hyperventilating under the stream of the shower, cursing yourself time and time again trying to cry as silently as u could.

you get out of the bathroom with a towel around your body, looking everywhere but at her.

you wear the first thing you find in your shared drawers, getting under the covers hugging your shivering body tightly, before she cuddles into you.

oh how defeated you just felt, you could only imagine the life you could’ve built….far away from the Andersons.

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randoimago · 4 months ago

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Hello! May I request a x gn reader headcanon for Cloud, Tifa, and Aerith's reaction when their s/o call them by their full name instead of their petname? Thanks

Fandom: Final Fantasy

Character(s): Cloud, Aerith, Tifa, Zack

Note(s): Okay but the tiktok trend of calling your partner by their full name instead of a pet name are so cute and funny. I'm happy to write this! Also, I'm in love with Zack so I put him in here too because I think he'd be the funniest out of them.

Aerith

She raises an eyebrow at the fact that you used her full name. A pout crosses her lips before she smiles widely and decides to flip it.

"Yes, Mr/Mrs/Mx. Gainsborough?" She'd ask all innocently as if she didn't just give you her last name despite not being married (yet).

Aerith hopes it flusters you. And if not then she is going to emphasize every petname she gives you in hopes that you get the hint as to what you did wrong.

Cloud

He hears his name from your lips and for some reason it sounds weird. It shouldn't because it's just his name, but your voice calling him by his actual name just doesn't sound right.

"Yeah?" He asks, confused and hesitant with what you're about to say. Are you mad at him? Did he do something wrong? Is that why you're not using one of the pet names he acts annoyed about.

Cloud won't correct you about it, but he'll be very confused and not knowing how to feel for the rest of the day. He's just overthinking everything. Honestly, he's a bit pouty, but he'd never admit it.

Tifa

Tifa is a bit concerned but also amused when you use her full name. "Did I do something wrong?" She'd straight up ask you, not one to pout or overthink just yet.

Would call you by your full name in return, just so you know how it feels and hopefully calls her by the right petname.

But Tifa isn't too upset at you calling her by her name (although if you do call her "Tifa Lockhart" instead of just "Tifa" then that'd be a bit weird). Doesn't really give you that big of a reaction.

Zack

Stares at you as if you have a second head when he hears his full name exit your lips. He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest.

"..." Not saying a damn thing to you. Zack is very bad at ignoring you, but that's what he's doing. He pouts more and more each time you call his full name instead of a pet name.

Don't even try leaving or walking away without correcting yourself. Zack will follow after and continuing looking at you like a sad puppy because you haven't called him by the right name yet.

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ink-n-shadow · 1 year ago

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Omg I am so head over heels for your bodyguard!simon AU ;w;

Nah because with my sensitive ass the “M’ not touching you again” would instantly make me sad like SO fast :’3

so, how would he react if she got all pouty because he said that? Because in all actuality she definitely wants him to touch her more often, yknow? Like it ain’t even gotta be sexual…probably-

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i like the way you think, anon🍋 >:) this one's not sexual (unfortunately) BUT it is cute and a bit angsty so enjoy

CRYBABY

𝜗𝜚 the one where you're drunk and bodyguard!ghost has to comfort you

𝜗𝜚 pairing: bodyguard!Simon "Ghost" Riley x rockstar!reader (link to all works in this au) 𝜗𝜚 cw: mean!ghost at first, then soft!ghost, crying for something small, drunk!reader

"what did i say when you were on vacation last month, hmm?" ghost grumbled as he lead you through the lobby of your apartment building, keeping a grip on your upper arm. "m'not. fucking. touching you like that."

you had gone out with the rest of your bandmates, having a few drinks (way more than you needed) to celebrate the upcoming release of your first album. you weren't completely wasted, but you were damn close—your face flushed, steps a bit wobbly, eyes bleary.

ghost kept as much distance between you two as he could, but he knew he had to help you walk. so he gripped your upper arm to steady your steps, walking slow enough to help you keep pace with him. he glared down at you, but when he noticed the pout on your face and the tears beginning to form in your eyes, his eyes softened.

it wasn't the usual bratty pout you'd use—no, this one appeared legitimately sad.

"y-you're so mean, ghost. i just—" your sentence paused in the middle as a hiccuped sob shook your chest, your free hand coming up to wipe at the tears and smearing some mascara down your cheek. "i just wanna hold your hand. but y-you don't like me. why don't you like me?"

ghost let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head a bit as he approached the elevator and pushed the call button. he moved to stand in front of you, his grip on your arm falling away. "dove, c'mon—you're ruinin' that pretty makeup on y'face." he thumbed at the mascara on your cheek, frowning under his mask as the black only smeared more.

you tried to push his hand away, but the amount of alcohol in your veins made your movements slow and uncoordinated. "i don't care, ghost. just like you don't care about me."

"god—would you stop that?" ghost grumbled out in frustration as he ran a hand over his mask, trying to regain his composure before looking back down at your teary face. he lifted a hand up to grip your chin, forcing your eyes on him. "i obviously fuckin' like you. i wouldn't be walkin' you home from the bloody club if i didn't, 'kay? you're just drunk right now—and you get a bit emotional when you're drunk."

you sniffled up the tears lodged in the back of your throat as your unsteady eyes met ghost's, skin warming at the way his gloved fingers trapped your chin in his grip. "t-then why won't you just hold my hand? i-it's not like i'm asking you to kiss me or date me or somethin'. it'll make me feel better."

ghost let out a scoffed breath as he turned away from you, shaking his head and grumbling something under his breath before you felt his leather-covered fingers lace with yours. the elevator dinged and pulled open with a hiss, and ghost gently tugged you inside with a squeeze to your hand. "there—happy now? gonna stop being a little crybaby about it?"

as soon as you felt ghost's hand in yours, a drunken smile smeared across your lips, warmth coating your skin as you stumbled into the elevator behind him. "you have big hands."

"jesus." ghost muttered with a shake of his hand, using his free hand to punch the button for your floor and watching the elevator doors close in front of you two. "don't get used to this, 'kay? m'only doing this because you're bloody cryin' over it."

©️ ink-n-shadow 2024

do not copy, plagiarize, steal, borrow, or repost any of my work without my expressed permission

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jarofstyles · 1 year ago

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22 ☹️

SCREEEECH yes bc I love drunkrry and it fits in my brain. Here’s a baby blurb

Numbers for the prompts

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Y/N was trying hard to pay attention to the uber location on her phone, but it was becoming increasingly obvious that was not going to happen.

Not if a large, giggly, drunk man with unsteady, gangly limbs wrapped up around her like a life support had anything to do about it.

"Baby. Babyyyyyy." A honest and true whine came from her boyfriend's mouth, fingers squeezing her sides and somehow burrowing his face closer into her neck. "S'enough. The car will- it'll come when it comes. I want y'to hug me back." If he wasn't attached to her, she was positive he would have stomped his foot on the sidewalk.

It was cold out, his arms underneath the jacket she had stolen from his closet earlier. His fingers had wiggled their way under her shirt and tucked under her waistband. He was being cheeky, hands on her ass under the safety of the jacket and holding the bare skin but he didn't make a move to go further. Normal clingy Harry had absolutely nothing on drunk, clingy Harry.

"I just want to be sure I'm paying attention, H." She laughed, tucking the phone into her jacket pocket. He was for sure gone, giggly and stumbly like a baby deer. Harry rarely got drunk drunk, but each time amused her more than the last. Her boyfriend was always a bit goofy and silly, but introduce alcohol it could go a few different ways. So far she had seen comedian Harry, professor of aquatic pets Harry (He watched online videos), Business mogul Harry (telling someone at the bar the deal was bad, all while not knowing a thing about the business- he was convincing), Historian Harry, DJ Harry, the list goes on. This had to be her favorite, though.

Harry just liked being loved on. Giving love, receiving it, but especially from her. When he spoke, he would make sure she was looking or listening, pouty when someone else had her eyes or ears. Once he passed the tipsy line, he was a bit of a cute little menace.

"Jus' give me a cuddle. Please?" He mewled. "I'm cold and tired and I wanna go home, but I want to cuddle." there was a pause. "Hey, when the car comes, you should sit on my lap. It'll be warmer."

"Not safe, Darling." She cooed, not wanting to upset him. He tended to cry easier in this state. "We can cuddle in bed when we get home. You need to brush you teeth and change." A shower was not going to happen, simply because she knew the moment she got in there to hold him steady he would try to grope her and insist they should do at least 'hand stuff.'

"You're no fun." He huffed, though his demeanor changed once she laid her head on his chest and hooked her arms around him, mirroring him by tucking them under his coat. Thankfully her boyfriend was a furnace. "Fine. We can cuddle at home. And kiss." The last part snuck in must have seemed smooth to her, but she could almost hear his though process.

"Alright, H. After you drink some water and brush those teeth. Can't lose the bunny teeth from rot, can we?"

"Nope." He popped the P, tugging her closer. "We won't." The words muffled as he hid his face back in her neck, one hand abandoning her ass to tuck her head right in the same place on him. "Not gonna lose any teeth annnnnd we're going to cuddle. And kiss. And maybe do hand stuff." The last not so slick add in made her bite him through his shirt lightly, making him whine.

"No. Too bad, drunky pants. Nothing until you're stone cold sober. Y'know the rules." Her stern words were ruined by how cute he was, the wet little pout making her sigh before placing a chaste peck to him. It seemed to perk him up well enough.

"Yeah... You're right. Kay. We will canoodle and do hand stuff in the morning."

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beautifulfuckup99 · 10 months ago

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ok ok i just got this random idea bare with me

Chubby mid size cute reader, she is very confident but gets inscure from time time

Namjoon is her BF 😉😉and they are camping with their friends. ( some of them are not that nice to her abt her looks).

One girl then says a comment pitting her that she cant be carried or manhandled due to her wait.

Later Namjoon carries her with one arm out of the blue in front of everyone and then a nice spicy time in the woods

Very random 😂😂😂 only u can make it happen😂😂😂

I feel blessed to have so many Namjoon requests!!

Title: For Me...

Warning(s): Insecure!Y/N, Slight B0dy-Sham!ng, Hurt/Comfort, Smut! And of course Fluff!

Author's Note: Obviously set in an AU where Namjoon has his license and drives lol. Enjoy!

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"Yes!" Namjoon cheers the second he throws the car in park. You look up from your book, blinking the sleep from your eyes.

"We're here?" You ask, feeling the surge of relief that you no longer have to sit in this car anymore.

"Uh-Huh." He says fast as he gets out of the car, pausing to breathe in deep through his nose. "Baby! You smell that? That's nature, baby!" He cheers excitedly and you close your book, giggling softly as you get out of the car while watching your boyfriend of just six months spin around giddily.

He was a giant dork, and it made your heart flutter in the best way possible.

"Ay! Namjoon! There you are, man. Took you long enough to show up!" Dae laughs as he walks over from where the tents were set up.

When Namjoon had told you about this camping trip with his friends, you were pouty, you had to admit, but you were understanding that he needed time to cut loose with his friends. Especially before he had to run off to the military. BTS being on hiatus meant he had more time to roam and explore and the one thing he's been looking forward to is getting back into nature. When he invited you to join the camp trip, you hesitated. You knew the members of BTS, yeah, but these were buddies of his from back home. Guys who knew him from way back when. School days.

You wanted them to like you, that's all. You slowly get out of the car as Namjoon starts hugging his buddies who run over to greet him. You fix your shirt and hold the sweater more around you. Your sweatpants now feel like a bad idea since all his friends look actually put together. You had done the bare minimum of getting ready, and now you couldn't help but fuss at your hair a bit.

"Oh! Guys, this is my girl. Y/N..." Namjoon smiles proudly, dimples on full display. The four guys surrounding him all eye you up and down.

"This is Y/N?" One guy says slowly as if you're not who they expected. You smile sheepishly as you walk over to grab Namjoon's hand that he's holding out for you.

"Hi, guys. Sorry to interrupt guys' camping weekend. I promise, you won't even know I'm here." You try joking as they continue to just look at you.

"Ay, it's all good. My girl came with too." Dae shrugs as he nods to the campsite where a girl still sat, flipping through a magazine. You nod, kind of relived that you wouldn't be stuck in these woods with just guys.

"I'll go get the bags." Namjoon says and squeezes your hand to assure you before he goes back to the car.

"So, what are you guys thinking for lunch?" You ask to try and start a conversation. The guys all share a look and one finally snickers.

"Too easy." He says before walking away while shaking his head as if humored by something. You feel your heart drop at that moment.

Fuck, this was a mistake...

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The next morning, you're woken up by Namjoon kissing all over your face as he wraps his leg around your waist. You grumble playfully and open your eyes to face him. Last night had been a nightmare for you. It was full of backhanded compliments and little glances from everyone in the group around you, as if everyone was in on a joke that you didn't know about.

But you DID know the joke. You knew your body, you knew the difference between you and Namjoon, you knew the irony. 'Ha-Ha, Namjoon is all about the gym and health and look at him dating a plus sized girl'. You weren't dumb or blind. You knew your body weight and type, but you also knew that you had one of the best leaders of K-pop wrapped around your finger and drooling over you at any given second. It didn't full stop the self-doubt, but it helped a bit.

You've been chubby since you were a kid. You've heard and dealt with it all. A weekend with jerks like your boyfriend's friends wasn't gonna hurt you too much. And you definitely didn't wanna bring this to his attention either. After this weekend, you'd never have to deal with these people again...

"Morning, baby. We were gonna head to the lake. You're coming, right?" Namjoon whispers finally after a moment of just rubbing his nose with yours. You hum softly at that and stretch a bit.

"That sounds nice." You nod tiredly. You hadn't slept much due to how hungry you were. You picked at your dinner the night before as to not be a cliché plus size person. You watched though as Namjoon had three bowls of the ramen and his buddies all drank and had about two to four each. It was a bit unfair. You wondered for a moment why you had to act carefully when slurping up noodles when your boyfriend sat proudly right next to you, eating and drinking away. Why you had to take small sips of water and after a few bites of food claim you were full when everyone around you shameless enjoyed themselves. Could it be because you had something to prove? Yup, exactly.

"Hey. You okay?" He asks softly as he eyes you closer, hand pushing your hair back to really look at you. You look up at him and the urge to vocalize your uncomfortability is strong, but you shake it off. It was Saturday and you'd be saying your goodbyes Sunday morning. You could do this.

"I'm all good. It was just so hot last night. I couldn't get comfy..." You lie softly and Namjoon nods, pecking your nose.

"Maybe we can sneak away after swimming for a bit and take a nap." He offers softly as he rests his forehead against yours. It makes you blush as you nod along. You two get up soon enough and throw on your bathing suits.

You make sure your black one piece is on right since it was kind of strappy in a few places. You step out of the tent real soon and see all the guys and Dae's girl all look over at you, eyeing your body. Dae's girlfriend gently tugs at Dae's shirt and whispers something in his ear, making him laugh and nod his head in agreement.

The overwhelming feeling of regret swallows you whole and you grab one of Namjoon's shirts to put on over your shirt. You try and act none the wiser to all the snickering which only makes your self anger grow more.

"Okay! Bag is packed and ready to go!" Namjoon says as he steps out of your tent and pauses. "What's funny?" He asks his buddies and they all laugh before shaking it off.

"Nothing, man..." Dae says before walking off with his girlfriend. The other boys follow and Namjoon eyes you and smiles a bit as he tugs at the shirt you had on.

"What's with the cover up?" He asks and you shake your head.

"Just don't wanna get sunburned..." You say softly, not wanting to put a damper on Namjoon's vacation. Just one day. Just one day...

He nods and offers you his arm for the short walk to the lake...

When you get there, the water is cool and clear which is a great contrast to the sun that was beating down on you all today. You get in the water and focus on swimming with Namjoon when Dae grabs his girlfriend from her tanning spot on the dock. He lifts her with both arms as she screams for him to let her down and not to throw her. He doesn't listen and chucks her right into the water.

When she surfaces, she starts yelling at him for throwing her while all the guys laugh expect for Namjoon. He holds you a bit closer to his chest as you both bob in the calm lake. She finally sees you looking at her and glares at you.

"What?" She asks.

"Nothing. Just... Sucks that he ruined your hair." You say back gently. She eyes you a bit and then puts on a false smile.

"Well, at least my boyfriend can pick me up." She says in a joking tone and the boys laughing makes your heart feel heavy in your chest.

"What?" Namjoon asks, having heard her right but shocked that those words even left her mouth.

"Oh, Nam, calm down. It was a joke." One of his friends chuckles and Namjoon glares, obviously pissed at this moment.

"Yeah? I'm not laughing." He says shortly before swimming over to the dock and getting out.

"Namjoon, come on..." Dae tries as your boyfriend grabs his towel and then one for you too. You swim over silently, knowing better than to do anything else but just go with Namjoon to get him out of this situation before he blows up.

He helps you out of the lake and wraps the towel around you before you both leave back to the campsite, ignoring his friends as they try calling you for you guys.

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You sit between Namjoon's legs, pressed back against his hard chest as you hold the newest novel you have to share cause if not, one of you will read ahead. The walk back to the tent had been silent, the shower at the bath house had been quiet, and now the reading time you two share was full of this tense silence. You knew Namjoon was still pissed and you just hoped you could keep him calm till you left tomorrow morning.

"Done?" You ask, so you could know if you should flip the page or not. When you don't get an answer, you turn your head to face Namjoon and see him deep in thought, jaw clenched and face hard set. You frown softly and gently grab his face to make him look at you.

"Babe. It was a dumb joke..." You try quietly and he looks you in the eyes.

"You didn't sleep well last night because of them, didn't you." He says quietly, putting it all together in his head. It makes you frown, but you couldn't lie to him.

"I was... A little upset. Yeah." You admit quietly.

"Why didn't you tell me? I never want you in a place where you're that uncomfortable, Y/N. You know that." He says as he looks at you.

"They're you're friends, Joonie. I-I just... Wanted you to have fun." You try as he looks at you with a frown.

"Well I'm in hell when you're being hurt." He says quietly. You sigh softly and move to nuzzle into his neck.

"I'm used to this, babe. I grew up plus size." You point out quietly and Namjoon shakes his head.

"And? It wasn't right then, and it sure as hell isn't now." He says.

"I know your body. I love your body. Because your 'body' is just skin. Skin that protects everything in you that matters most." He states seriously. "It protects your heart... Which is full of love and care for the world. It protects your brain... Which is always more intriguing to me than any book out there. And it protects your spirit. Which is what I fell in love with. These amazing curves are a bonus." He says softly and you snort playfully while rolling your eyes.

"I know. I'm perfect to you." You mutter playfully, as if you're annoyed by hearing it.

"You're not just perfect to me. You're perfect for me, Y/N. I love you. And I'm not gonna let anyone talk about or to you in anyway." He says quietly as he holds your waist.

You hum. "Tomorrow morning, we can leave." You assure.

"First thing in the morning..." He agrees.

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Later that evening, everyone sits around the fire, silently eating and drinking. The tension is thick, and no one dares to make a joke or try and break the silence in anyway. You wanted Namjoon to let go of the grudge and have one last dinner with his friends, but he had insisted that anyone able to make you feel shitty was no friend of his. You were still trying to fight off the guilt, but you knew if you had anyone around you that made Namjoon feel a certain way, they'd be gone ASAP too. You just had to stand by your boyfriend's choice.

"I think..." Namjoon finally says, his deep voice demanding all eyes on him, and they are. Everyone is looking at the five-foot-eleven Korean man as he sets his plate down and rubs his hands together slowly. "Before we call it a night, a few things need to be done.

"One. I'd like to remind you all... That she," He nods to you as you sheepishly play with your bowl of beef stew cooked over the campfire. "Is my girlfriend. The woman I love. And I expect nothing but respect for her." He says, his voice calm but with this dark edge to it. Like he was not expecting any argument to his statement.

"Two." He continues. "At the end of the day, you don't have to find her attractive. She's mine for a reason. Because I find her attractive." He states. "And thirdly, if you don't find her attractive? You're just lying to yourself." He snorts and you bashfully roll your eyes at him.

"You all... Need to apologize for what the hell went on with this trip, and you'll be lucky if I ever want to see any of you again." He states honestly. You gaze along the faces of all his buddies, and you feel slightly guilty, maybe even a little childish due to this lecture. You felt like a kid who just tattled to the teacher. But... You hadn't 'tattled'. Namjoon had heard it. You weren't being overdramatic, you weren't play victim, and you didn't deserve this treatment. And you just had to keep telling yourself that...

With a deep sigh, Dae is the first to speak. "Y/N, we're... We're sorry. We were just joking, you know. Giving you a hard time? That's what we do in this friend group..." He says and you look away from him at that.

"Yeah, well that's not what you do with her." Namjoon speaks for you, and you set the bowl down and nod once at Dae. "Don't accept that half ass apology." Namjoon says to you, and you keep your mouth shut. He stands up finally and dusts his hands on his shorts.

"We're leaving tomorrow morning, early. Y/N." Namjoon says, and you quickly stand up only to feel his arm, wrap around your waist from behind. You feel him lift you up and squat down a bit to put you over his shoulder as you squeal in slight alarm.

"Y/N and I are going to bed. Don't bother us." He says shortly before looking a Dae's girl. "And maybe Dae could lift you, if he went to the gym more." He says simply before carrying you away towards your tent that you had moved away from the others for the night.

"Joonie! Put me down!" You hiss as he gets you two into your tent and sets you on the small foam mattress inside your tent.

"What were you thinking? You could've hurt yourse-" He cuts you off by kissing you deeply, you instantly get lost in the kiss.

"Don't disrespect my lifting abilities like that..." He teases quietly against your lips before kissing you more passionately. You can barely react in time as he pushes you back on the bed freely, climbing on top of you.

"What... What are you..." You pant against his lips before he quickly sits up to take off his shirt and then lays back on top of you, covering your jawline and neck with kisses that made you shiver.

You shut your eyes, melting into the cot as he lowers his lips down towards your cleavage. He's quick to pull your tank top up and bra cups down, freeing your nipples as he grips your breasts in both hands.

"I'm showing you that I love this body..." He whispers before tonguing your nipples one at a time, sucking each one hard to turn them into sensitive buds as you arch your back, head rolling back to moan before you cover your mouth.

"Don't cover up. I want them to hear it. Let them know that I know exactly how to handle you. That I thoroughly enjoy you whenever I can..." He whispers before moving down your body, biting all along your tummy as you look down at him, body feeling on fire at this very moment.

"I'm the luckiest man on earth to have you..." He whispers honestly as he settles between your legs, making you blush hard.

He makes quick work of your shorts and keeps your underwear on, blowing softly on the wet spot and making your clit twitch.

"Joonie... Oh fuck..." You gasp as you reach down to grab his hair, needing to feel something against your soaked core and fast.

"Such a goddess." He praises softly before he gets to work lapping at your clit slowly at first. Your head rolls back as you shut your eyes, always enjoying these sensual moments. Namjoon never teases, but he also loves when things slowly build up, especially since the closer you get the louder you get. He had a thing about you being... Verbal.

"Namjoon..." You pant, keeping this in mind. You loved making him feel good over his ability to make you feel good. It was an exchange of sorts. Sometimes you even found yourself twisting and arching your body in different directions as you screamed out because it just egged him on more. Thank god for porn. It was the best teacher...

He turns sloppier the louder you get, and you lose track of where you are at this point as your moans and hard tugs at his hair egg him on more.

At a certain point, feeling how drenched your underwear is from both your juices and his saliva, you pull him up to kiss him, your tongue exploring his to taste yourself on him. He grabs your neck to hold your head still and proceeds to suck on your tongue, and you all but lose all decency at that second, flipping you both over so you're on top.

"You want them to hear? The let's make sure they hear..." You pant with a giggle as he grips your hips hard and sits up to pull you harder against his bulge that is very much present through his shorts.

"Fuck yes, darling..." He whispers in awe before kissing you hard.

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The next morning, no one can look you both in the eyes and that's fine, because you're still too blissed out from last night to care what they can or can't do. Namjoon says nothing as he packs up the tent and you know you can't force him to drop the attitude long enough for a proper goodbye.

"Joonie..." You say quietly when you two are finally in the car and driving down the dirt road away from the camping grounds. He hums, eyes stuck on to the road with one hand on the wheel.

"Don't stop being friends with them because of me." You whisper and Namjoon smiles slightly at your concern before he grabs your hand.

"Damn your good heart." He says softly and you pout.

"I'm serious..." You try and he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss it tenderly.

"I know you are. And so am I." He says softly. "You're my best friend, Y/N. And I wouldn't have it any other way." He says honestly and it stops your pouting for a bit as you look down at your entwined hands sheepishly.

"I love you." You finally mutter and lean over to kiss his soft cheek, feeling his dimple form under your lips and it just makes you giggle ever so quietly.

"I love you too..." He whispers, looking at you for a moment to show he means it, and you couldn't be more confident of that in this moment...

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From one plus size girly to another: You are ENOUGH! You are attractive, and you are indeed that bitch lol. Love you all!

#bts #bts fic #bts army #bts imagine #kim namjoon #namjoon imagine #namjoon smut #bts namjoon #namjoon #namjoon x reader #namjoon bts

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callsigntrixx · 2 years ago

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Cammie's hands slow in their movements to watch through the projected screen at Leon, as he seems to be taking a moment to try and best figure out how to answer. Honestly, that's sign enough that he's not going to give her an actual answer, not a real one.

Sure enough, he gives her the good soldier response, and she can't quite help the roll of her eyes.

"Ain't really much've an answer, y'ken." A loose gesture of her hands closes the screens, now watching Leon a bit more closely than she maybe had been before. The serious expression on her face only lasts a moment longer, before awkwardness seeps back in and she turns her gaze away with a bit of a huff. "I dinnae ask if ye could do anythin' 'bout it. Just asked if ye thought 'bout it."

She'd trade their places, if she could. There isn't a doubt in her mind that if Leon was operating her Holon, then things would have been moving way faster: he had better balance, already had experience in operating massive pieces of war tech, and could actually aim without auto-assist. The team would've been better off with someone like him.

( the team would've been better off with anyone but her )

Again, she opens the screen, swiping through her designs before pulling up the one she'd been playing around with for Valentina, beginning to tweak some things. She always thought better when she could multitask. "Jus' can't believe that of all the minds in th' Polity, you guys were unlucky enuff t'get stuck with someone who can't even fire straight."

Leon isn't nearly as tech savvy as Cammie, but even he can recognize just how impressive what she's working on is. She had some good ideas for personalizing each holon, and he knows just how important being comfortable in your skin can be, even if that skin happens to be a four-story tall machine that you were piloting with your mind. If he needed to go to bat for the team with Colonel Marin, he would…, but he'd wait until Migas and Cammie were ready with their designs.

The three of them (Chase, Migas, and Leon) had always been pretty close friends, even Jodie, when he wasn't being a prick, so it didn't surprise him to hear that Garza was the one who had had the idea to cook something special up for Chase. They'd all been …. shocked doesn't feel like a strong enough word, but they hadn't been able to believe it when they'd discovered that Chase was alive…, and it made sense that Migas wanted to make him feel more at home again.

He shifts his attention back to Cammie herself when she speaks, watching as she focuses on her designs rather than looking at him. Her question doesn't exactly surprise him, and it's something he's been thinking about ever since Dr. Weller had mentioned in front of the others, and it had been the first time he'd heard about it too.

"I….," he started, then stopped, letting out a little sigh. Truth be told…., he thought a lot of things about the fact that he was gen:LOCK compatible but too old to actually be useful.

Leon crosses his arms over his chest, doing his best to appear more nonchalant than he actually is. "Not much I can do about it now," is what he says. Did part of him wish he could be out there in one of the holons instead of his Strider? He'd be lying if he said no…, but it wouldn't change anything. He just had to make sure that the team was ready for anything that came after them…, and that was what he was gonna do.

#( unlockthestars / leon august ) / ▼ slummin' it with us lowly walkers ?#( verse.02 ) / ▼ down the rabbit hole .#/ she's being a bit pouty but it won't last

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satrs · 1 year ago

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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯! PART 2

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ I'm rlly surprised so many ppl liked this series and I'm happy to do this part 2! Enjoyyy!^^

SYNOPSIS; random moments of the bllk men with their children!

FEATURING; NAGI SEISHIRO. MIKAGE REO. ITOSHI SAE. ISAGI YOIICHI. OLIVR AIKU.

TAGS; kids(duhhh). fluffffff. mention of marrige. pregnant reader in Reo's.

WORD COUNT; 1.6k

NAGI SEISHIRO & KOUSEI

"Sei'. Kousei. Get up, it's time." Seishiro only groaned in return as you lightly shook him awake, drifting back into sleep.

You were growing irritated with how long you've been trying to wake the both of them up because your husband happened to be a professional sleeper and unfortunately, your son inherited that from him. Finally, you pulled off the blanket of them, revealing your son curled up on his father's stomach, matching blue pajamas with pandas on them now visible.

You took a moment to admire the sight before you, your harsh expression softening for a moment before snapping back to reality. "Come on, Sei. You're acting like a big baby." You reached out to lift the toddler from Seishiro, gasping in surprise as his eyes snapped open, protectively wrapping around his son as he scanned the area for any danger. "Well, good morning to you, too."

He visibly relaxed his demeanor at the sight of your form, sleepy expression back on as he plopped back onto the sheets, arm wrapping around your son. "Blanket please. We're cold." Seishiro slurred out in a sleepy voice, one hand reaching for you and repeating a gripping motion.

You looked at him in disbelief. "You know that we have to go. Get up already." He opened one eye at that. "Where?" You giggled at his words, palming your face. "We're invited over at my friend's house, remember? She really wants to see Kousei."

His eyes closed back at that, causing you to look at him with a blank expression. "What a hassle. We can be a little late, it won't be that big of a deal. The star and his bodyguard need a bit more nap time."

Before you could snap at him, you stopped yourself as you saw your son reach his tiny arms up his father's neck, snuggling onto him tightly.

Maybe you can spare your baby boys a bit more rest.

MIKAGE REO & KANA

"Hello? Hiroko?" You giggled at Reo's antics, his ear on your stomach as the both of you laid in bed. His theory was that your baby girl should choose her name for herself. That would work like this- Reo would be 'knocking' at the door - leaning against your belly- and 'call out' for her. If she liked the name, she would make herself noticeable somehow.

"'Rich child'? You can't be serious." You asked between laughter, his serious actions just too hilarious. "Don't laugh! We won't be able to know if she likes it or not that way." Only more laughter bubbled up inside of you as you tried to lay still, body slightly jolting.

He mumbled under his breath, crossing out the name on his list. "It's ok, Reo. We don't have to come up with it on the spot, we still got some time", you said after calming down, trying to lighten his pouty expression.

There was only one more name left. He breathed out in disappointment, holding his hand against your swollen belly. "You won't like Kana either, right, little girl?" His last string of hope snapped, but as he was about to cross out the name, you stopped him, your eyes widening. "Reo, look." You lead his hand to the side of your belly, bright smile on your face as you felt a kick against it.

He looked at you in uttermost disbelief, soon being replaced by the brightest smile you had ever seen, giggling as he leaned down to talk to his daughter.

"I knew it! Kana. Kana, Kana, Kana. Was my favorite anyway." He giggled, and you soon followed, your hand gliding through his purple locs as he began to ramble all kind of nonsense to his unborn daughter, as if she was already born.

"And what if it turns out to be a boy in the end?" His eyes snapped up at your face, unreadable expression on his face. "She won't. It's a girl. Kana. Right, little one?" Another kick was visible at the other side of your belly as he rushed his hand on the spot, bright smile plastered back on his face as he looked at you.

"See? I told you."

ITOSHI SAE & LUIZA

"Daddy? When are you coming home? I miss you." Your daughter pouted into the phone at the sight of her father, him returning a loving smile. "I'll be there as soon as you wake up, darling. Until then, listen to your mother and go to bed."

"No! I want to wait for you!" Luiza eyes already began to water as you desperately tried to stop her tears from falling. "Luiza, darling. Didn't you hear what Daddy said?”, the sniffling of his four-year-old daughter hurting him at heart.

He really hated times like this - when he had to be so far away from his family for work. But he already had a plan in mind to make it up.

"Luiza, please, don't cry. I got a surprise for you when I'm home. For the both of you, actually." You both looked at each other in surprise and back at the phone, earning a chuckle from the young man. God - she really resembled you so much-from your hair all the way to her facial expressions and personality, only the eyes and color resemble him.

"What is it?" You asked, curious. "I'm not telling." You began to pout now, waiting for him to continue. "Luiza. You remember which country you were born in?" He ignored you, looking into his phone to find his daughter with squinted eyes, smile on his face once you gave her the phone back, still pouting. "Yes! Spain!" The both of you chuckled at her quick response. "That's right. So I thought, how about we all go over there for vacation once I'm back? But you need to go to bed right now, or we won't go."

That was all it took for your daughter to throw the phone onto the couch, Sae's face twisting in confusion at the shaky screen before him until you picked up the phone, an exhausted huff coming from you and joyful cheers with loud stomping heard in the distance.

"Thank you. I thought I'd never get her to bed."

ISAGI YOIICHI & SHO

"You got this ! You're almost at the goal, don't give up!" You giggled at the sight before you, your husband holding your little one-year-old child under both arms, leading him to the goal while helping him kick the ball.

“And, and”, your husband’s voice grew in excitement as the both of them reached nearer to the goal, your little son giggling away as he kicked the ball with all his might, concentrated look on his face. “Goallll!”

He lifted young Sho up high, spinning him around, earning a joyful laugh from the child. "You are him! You are the best, Sho!" The young boy barely understood anything his father was rambling about except for his name, laughing and giggling like crazy because of his father's funny expressions.

You burst out laughing at Isagi’s loud voice, walking up to join the two in their victory. “Did you see that Y/N? Our son will be just like me, no- even better!”

"Slow down. He still has to learn how to talk and walk proberally." Your words made the man huff out a pity laugh as he lifted his son in his arms, victorious smile on his face. "That's secondary. It's more important that he becomes the best-" He stopped himself at the sight of your stern glance, arms crossed over your chest.

"C'mon, baby! You should support the future number one striker from day one! The whole world will bow before Isagi Sho- the best, the most glorious, the jewel of the crown."

A slight smile twitched up your lips at Yoichi's words. "If I didn't already know that you were a striker, I would've thought you're a commentator." It was his turn to chuckle, now heading to the goal to confiscate the ball. "Alright, Sho. Once more, your talking studies can wait-"

You cleared your throat in a loud manner, his words falling silent at your judging expression.

"Yuppp, talking and walking first."

OLIVER AIKU & ALMA

"Alma. A- L- M- A. See?" Oliver tried his best to teach his five year old girl the alphabet, but it was hard to do so when she barely sparred him a glance. "Now you." His fingers tapped onto the alphabet that was laid in front of him on the table, his little daughter on his lap, playing with her toys.

He breathed out in defeat, his eyes wandering to you in the living room, enjoying your favorite TV show. "Y/NNNN. I can't do it. She doesn't even look." You looked at him and her at the dinner table, a chuckle leaving your lips as your attention turned back to the TV. "You're at it for barely five minutes, Oli'. Maybe do a word that would make her listen?"

A word that would-? Oh, yes, he knew one. He let out a villain - like laugh, his daughter looking at him in confusion. "Candy. Show me the letters and if you're correct, then-"

"No. No more sweets. She already had enough for today." She pouted at that, Oliver ushering her near him. "Mommy doesn't have to know, I'll give you some." Alma's eyebrow twitched up in question, her toys long abandoned on the floor. "But daddy, I can't spell that. It’s too long."

This caught your attention, looking over at them, sensing Oliver's panicked expression. "Shhh! Why would you-" "What did he say, Alma?" Oliver gave her a look of 'please don't tell her I'm not in the mood for trouble tonight' but Alma did just that, with a big grin on her face too, bursting out laughing once you looked at her father in a strict manner. "Oh, is that so?"

Once Alma stopped laughing, she pointed her finger at the letter 'B'.

"Busted!"

ᵃˡˡ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵗᵒ k-azus.°

#my work 𓆩⟡𓆪 #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #ᴋ-ᴀᴢᴜꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴍᴀɴ! ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ.ᶻz #ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ᴅᴀᴅ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ.ᶻz #blue lock #blue lock x female reader #isagi fluff #itoshi sae fluff #oliver aiku fluff #nagi fluff #reo fluff

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pearlcigs · 1 year ago

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⋆ the last of us

⋆ ELLIE WILLIAMS

french girl

ellie draws you completely nude after you ask her to draw you like one of her french girls in a reference to titanic. 0.82k words, suggestive, nude reader, dirty remarks, pet names (babe, baby, french girl)

make a woman out of me

you swore to yourself you only longed for ellie in a platonic way, but as you get older you seem to realize just how pretty she really is. 2.95k words smut, reader (non penetrative) virginity loss, religious themes, ellie is 19, reader is 18, pastor's daughter!reader, mentions of homophobia, alludes to reader's parents being homophobic, ellie smokes weed, pet names (pretty girl, babe, honey, baby, good girl), cursing, first kiss, corruption, corruption kink, oral (r recieving)

magnificently cursed

death won't keep ellie away from you. she'll meet you where the spirits meet their bones. 0.61k words, angst, death, gore, descriptive gore, cannibalism (as a metaphor for love), inspired by ivy by taylor swift

cuddling blurb

you admire ellie, ellie admires you. >100 words, cuddling, mention of ass grabbing

light me up

ellie decides she wants to be festive this holiday. and what better way to do that than some christmas sex? 1.43k words, smut, nipple play, pet names (mama, baby, pouty princess, good girl), fingering, strap (r receiving), missionary, bondage, bondage with an item that should not be used for bondage, doggy/face down-ass up, minor praise

spank me!

ellie spanks you for being a brat. that's it. 0.44k words, smut, spanking, fingering, praise, pet names (baby, mama, honey)

impatient

it's not ellie's fault that she can't keep her hands off her smoking hot girlfriend. 0.50k words, suggestive, teasing, public stuff, pet names (pretty girl, babe)

sleepy girl

ellie loves taking naps with you. 0.34k words, tiny bits of angst?, one suggestive sentence

need you bad

messy and needy cunninlingus with ellie. 0.56k words, head (ellie and r receiving), fingering, face sitting, sub and dom ellie, overstim

salty tears

ellie fingers you until you cry. 0.46k words, smut, fingering (r!receiving), dacryphillia, pet names (baby), praise

single thread of gold

ellie feels like it was fate that brought you together, or perhaps it was an invisible string. 0.32k words, fluff, inspired by invisible string by taylor swift

can't you?

ellie spanks you and you can't get enough of it. 0.20k words, smut, spanking

maybe some faith would do me good

ellie's forced to go to some church camp thing for the summer. maybe she'll actually enjoy it if she keeps seeing you around. 2.78k words, smut, non apocalyptic au, mention of suicide (jokingly) , implied reader virginity loss, religious themes, alludes to what david did to ellie, friends to enemies to lovers kinda, dacryphilia, public sex, sex in church, public humiliation, cunnilingus and fingering (r!receiving), pet names (baby, pretty girl, good girl)

mommy issues

ellie feeds into your mommy issues. 0.18k words, mommy issues

lips

loser!ellie kissing you. >100 words, fluff, kissing

teddy bear

ellie attempts to comfort you during your period. 0.38k words, fluff, teasing/sexual remark

i know my girlfriend is a . . . witch!

ellie is normally very good at keeping her cool in public, but the way your tits look in that tight witch dress... god, it's like you put a love spell on her. 1.70k, halloween smut, non apocalyptic au, ellie LOVESSS tits, car sex, subbyish ellie, pet names (babe), choking (e!receiving), getting caught :(

⋆ ABBY ANDERSON

hair tie

abby offers to braid your hair but with a price to pay. 0.39k words, smut, strapon, pet names (baby, pretty girl), teasing

lover

you do abby's hair in the morning cause she's too sleepy. 0.54k words, fluff, teasing

french kissing

abby makes sure you have the best orgasm of your life. 0.53k words, smut, pet names (good girl, baby, my girl), oral (r receiving), tongue fucking, teasing/edging

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nyashykyunnie · 2 years ago

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MY TIME HAS ARRIVED!! Here another simp present from daddy Sung Jin woo.... Ahhhh!! Well my application has the yandere element because I'm addicted to this genre, sorry if it bothers you (you can remove it even though my application would lose meaning) Well then, I'm sorry for my shitty memory and stuff, since I read the manhwa 3 years ago and barely I remember a potato. So, could you make a yandere request Sung Jinwoo where he is slowly falling into his obsession and more as he rises through the ranks as a hunter until almost reaching shadow monarch? You see, the reader was his friend (sorry I'll use the feminine term) She always supported him and gave him love, however behind all those smiles and joy, (Y/N)/Reader had other problems (it's not anguish) Basically it's sung Jinwoo being a big baby trying to protect his beloved from everything hahahaha.... incidentally killing bad people and monsters as well as possessiveness involved. I'm sorry if this bothers you, to compensate I leave a drawing of denji made by me... it's not the best, bye!!

a/n: LET ME TELL YOU HOW I FREAKED OUT WHILE I VISUALIZED YANDERE SUNG JINWOO I WENT WRRRR!!! YANDERE SUNG JINWOO HAS MY HEART I LOVE HIM AS A GREEN BUT A RED FLAG JINWOO????!!!! SIGN ME UP PLEASE!!! I hope you don't mind me using Gn<33 ALSO I LOVE THE LIL ARTWORK THAT CAME WITH THE REQ ITS SO ADORABLE!!!!

Yandere! Sung Jinwoo x Gn! Reader

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It was enough points when your are a friend. But the fact that you've seen Jinwoo way before he transcended as the Shadow Monarch and the world? Oh his obsession is much more concerning

Unlike the typical yanderes that looses control every once in a while, Jinwoo has great control over his emotions.

His obsession is quiet, as if it was poison.

The stronger he gets, the more manipulative he gets.

Do you notice? No. Of course you dont.

Jinwoo is so nice after all.

The best way to manipulate someone is to make them believe you're harmless.

His way of manipulating you is simple.

Jinwoo makes you rely on him. Solely on Him only.

No one else but him. Just him alone.

Perhaps he purposely puts you in danger. Not really in danger-danger.

Just... Shaking you up a little by letting monsters go your way and he swoops in the moment you're absolutely frightened like the knight in shining armor he is.

He'll comfort you. Cooing at you gently, letting you know he's just there for you.

You're fine...You're fine... Your Jinwoo is here, he'll protect you no matter what.

Don't be scared. He's here. Don't be scared.

He'll use this method. Over and over again until you are paranoid without his presence.

He's the type of obsessive lover that wants you to solely rely on him and him only.

Just him.

You know that he only wants the best for you, right? There, there.

He'l slowly put that venom into you, until you're nothing more than a paranoid, sweet little thing who only seeks to be in his loving arms.

Jinwoo isn't the direct type after all.

He'll just play you like a doll.

You know that he's only doing for you anyway.

It's for your own good.

Oh, but of course he's not only does he manipulate you.

He can be quite jealous too.

Jinwoo isn't vocal about this though. He'll just continously glare at the person who is talking to you.

He'll give them three warnings.

The First Time: He'll let them off

The Second Time: He'll start paying more attention.

The Third Time: They better enjoy their last meal.

After all, they won't be waking up tomorrow anymore

After that, he'll be a bit pouty. He'll be cuddling you gently as his mind goes dark on trying to figure out ways to make people stop approaching you.

He ponders deeply as he held you in his arms

Oh well.

He'll just has to figure that out soon.

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

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paintingwhiteceilings · 1 year ago

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My request is completely self-indulgent but if you want to can you write for seventeen reaction to their S/O preferably she/her pronounce but u can change it you want having a twin brother?? Also I apologize if by any chance you see this request repeated multiple times in your inbox it’s just my internet connection being slow and weak asf 👎🏽

❃Seventeen and their S/O’s siblings❃

Ahhh so sorry this took as long as it did! I had a crazy few weeks and somehow my asks ended up under a pile of notifications. I mayyy have changed the ask to a general sibling prompt. I don't really know any twins so I don't think I could successfully write that kind of sibling dynamic repeatedly and get away with it. Instead, I included a variety of different sibling dynamics (with a couple of twin brothers); I hope you don't mind!

Scoups/Seungcheol:

❀ When you finally decided to introduce Coups to your older siblings, you hadn’t really been worried about whether they would like him or not. After all, he is very responsible and mature, being in charge of his twelve younger members; it wouldn’t be too difficult for your older siblings to trust him with their youngest.

❀ What you hadn’t been expecting, however, is for them to love him and treat him as if he was their own younger brother. Being the youngest in his own family and, let’s be fair, a pouty, whiny baby in Seventeen, he easily fell into the role of the youngest once he shook off his initial shyness and your siblings ate it up.

❀ Even worse, where you often struggle to get your siblings to do anything for you, all Coups has to do is pout or act cute, and they will sacrifice the world for him. They will even offer to pay for his meals and take him out to fun family activities regardless of whether you are able to make it. You’re half convinced Coups has become the favourite because he has no problem with spending an insane amount of money on your family, and he refuses to let them pay for anything.

❀ Yeah, needless to say, you’re feeling a bit salty about the whole situation. That was until Coups took you to meet his family, and you immediately became their favourite adopted child; it felt like the universe had righted itself once more.

Jeonghan:

❀ You regret introducing Jeonghan to your twin brother; for the past few hours, during your mandatory weekly family game night, he has been whispering in your ear that you should tap into your twin bond so that you can predict your brother's strategy. Jeonghan is absolutely adamant you two have a telepathic bond; he won't listen to you repeatedly telling him that you can't read your brother's mind just because you are twins.

❀ He will definitely try to figure out how to use the twin exploit to his advantage. Jeonghan will find a way to use this newly discovered information for chaos, either to prank someone else or to get his hands on new teasing material from the person closest to you.

❀ He will absolutely try to convince his members that he just happened to stumble on your male doppelgänger if you look anything alike, exclaiming in wonder that you two have even been born on the same day. Truly, what a coincidence.

❀ Overall, he would become such good friends with your twin brother; Jeonghan has such a charming and calming personality that it is difficult not to get along with him. Jeonghan also strikes me as the type of person who would put a lot of effort into getting along with their significant other's family, spending time with them whenever he can in order to maintain a good bond.

Joshua:

❀ Joshua is the prime example of the naive only child unprepared for the stuff that siblings put each other through. Sure, Joshua technically got saddled up with twelve brothers after joining Seventeen. However, he didn’t have to deal with siblings and their shenanigans for most of his childhood, leaving the concept of fighting over the last piece of cake, not because you want it yourself but because you don't want your sibling to have it, a bit foreign to him.

❀ He is trying so hard to maintain the peace when you and your younger sister get into another heated argument when you discover she has borrowed a piece of clothing of yours without asking. Your parents love him, as when he is around, they can finally take a break and let him defuse the situation.

❀ Your little sister adores him, too; Joshua has a lot of arts and crafts days with her, where he teaches her how to make bracelets and knit scarves. They even made you a bracelet together; it almost made you forget about her remarks on how Joshua is her favourite older sibling.

❀ At this point, your little sister listens more to Joshua than you. Whenever you want her to do something, and she isn't listening to you, you have now resorted to simply calling him. For some reason, his asking her in a sweet voice to let you use the bathroom seems to work without fail.

Jun:

❀ It doesn't really matter whether you have older or younger siblings; Jun is THE person to bring home. On the one hand, when it comes to younger siblings, he is their favourite playmate and the person they turn to for advice. When it comes to older siblings, on the other hand, he will be cherished and loved as if he were their youngest brother.

❀ He truly shines when it comes to younger siblings, though. Jun is shameless when he plays with your younger siblings; he will crawl over the floor as if he is a snake or meow like a cat for hours on end. His acting skills are definitely paying off, and he will fully commit to whatever role your younger siblings need him to play. In all honesty, he enjoys playing with your siblings as much as they do; he is such a kid at heart.

❀ Jun is also THE person for advice. He never judges them and he is always willing to hear them out about whatever is troubling them. It doesn't leave the room either. He will never share whatever they confided in him with you unless they specifically have told him it is okay to do so.

❀ Honestly, your siblings will be threatening you to not break his heart or break up with him. They adore him and have already begun planning your wedding; you're stuck with him now.

Hoshi/Soonyoung:

❀ Initially, you were incredibly worried about introducing this delusion tiger man to your older sister because you were sure that she would ask you whether you wanted to date a madman. You forgot, however, that Hoshi can be incredibly shy when meeting people for the first time. He is so timid, glancing over at you for assurance every so often, that your sister has to pull you aside to ask whether this man truly is the same insane one you have described in your stories.

❀ He acts shyer and younger around your older sister, reverting to his younger brother role, and she dotes on him so much. He gets a lot calmer around your sister, and quite often, he tends to sit back to watch the two of you bicker back and forth, reminding him of his older sister.

❀ In your sister's eyes, he is the perfect boyfriend for you. He always texts her whenever he wants to buy you something, double-checking with her whether you will like the gift. Their private chat consists mostly of your sister sending him gift ideas based on what you mentioned or looked at during your last shopping trip.

❀ You have repeatedly told her to stop supporting his delusional tiger agenda. Whenever she sees anything tiger-related, she makes sure to buy it to gift to Hoshi the next time you meet up with her. She even goes to the extent of scolding you when you tell him to knock it off.

❀ After he gets more comfortable and his crazy side comes out to play, she will lean over to you to ask whether you have replaced him with a clone.

Wonwoo:

❀ Wonwoo can be incredibly introverted and shy, so when you proposed introducing him to your twin brother, he had a full-on mental breakdown, pestering Mingyu constantly for advice. He knew that you were very close to your twin brother, and it would mean the world to you for the both of them to get along nicely. He couldn't afford to mess this up.

❀ Initially, the meet-up was incredibly awkward, neither saying very much and, instead, sending you countless help-me-out glances. Fortunately, you knew exactly what topic to bring up to get the two socially inept souls talking: video games. You hadn't been particularly worried about the two not getting along, knowing that both of them were enthusiastic gamers.

❀ Nevertheless, a part of you slowly started regretting bringing up video games. The two had been discussing LoL and PUBG strategies for the past hour, and even though it was interesting, you would appreciate the occasional change in topic.

❀ Even worse, after the two of them exchanged user names, you now have to share your boyfriend with your twin. At this point, Wonwoo is spending more time with your brother duoing on Valorant than taking you on dates.

Woozi/Jihoon:

❀ All the training Seventeen has given him, preparing him for the day he would get a significant other with siblings, has been for nought. He still acts like he has never seen a child before upon entering your house. He is so worried that he will mess this up that you can see his hands shaking as he stares at your younger siblings.

❀ Fortunately, Woozi has a superpower; he is loaded and doesn't care to spend it on himself. The moment he offers to buy your younger siblings food with his black card is the moment he becomes their all-time favourite person. Armed with this valuable information, he spoils them rotten; your siblings only have to mention something or point at something in a display, and he will almost trip over himself to get it.

❀ You have tried getting him to stop, as you don’t want your siblings to continuously expect expensive gifts, but Woozi refuses to listen. Just as he does with Seventeen, he treats them like his own family, ensuring that they know he treasures them by burying them underneath a pile of gifts.

❀ One of your younger brothers is convinced he is Iron Man or Batman because someone that rich surely must be a superhero. You may have accidentally let it slip and told Woozi. He has never been more determined to empty out his bank account.

DK/Seokmin:

❀ DK is one of those people that is immediately loved by your family. He is such a sweet and happy person; how can anyone not fall in love with him? DK, in addition to that, is one of those types of people who want to be close to their partner's family and dedicate a lot of time to hanging out with them.

❀ He is perfect boyfriend material when it comes to dealing with your younger sibling, spending hours and hours playing hide and seek with them. In all honesty, DK is far more energetic than your younger siblings, and after spending an afternoon running around with him, they always immediately pass out.

❀ DK is so thoughtful when it comes to older siblings. He makes sure to put reminders for their birthdays on his phone, and he always seems to remember whatever they briefly mentioned wanting for a gift during a conversation five years ago. Does your older sister like theatre? Well, guess what. DK somehow managed to get his hands on tickets for that new popular musical. He only spent the past five hours calling every actor in his contact list to ask whether they could get him in.

❀ DK would absolutely love to have a big in-law family with many older and younger siblings to surround him. The constant chatter and energy remind him of Seventeen, and, in his opinion, nothing beats that.

Mingyu:

❀ Hear me out. Mingyu is husband material and the dream of every mother-in-law. That being said, your siblings at first couldn't stand him. It wasn't even anything Mingyu did, but from the moment he stepped into your house and met your mother, she completely fell in love with him.

❀ She keeps comparing Mingyu to them. They can't escape her mentioning Mingyu and his amazing qualities in every other conversation, resulting in a bit of resentment. “Mingyu would cook for me.” “I wouldn’t have to ask Mingyu to put his laundry in the basket.” “Mingyu would at least offer to help me clean the house.”

❀ They would have been able to ignore her if the guy had any flaws, but no, the guy is tall, handsome, rich, talented and intelligent. They begrudgingly admit that maybe they could be more like him, and the world would be better off for it. They also have to begrudgingly admit that they too, are completely charmed by Mingyu.

❀ Poor Mingyu thinks that he has done something wrong and that they absolutely hate his guts. However, when Mingyu reveals he had a rough week due to an insane amount of random hate comments on his Instagram, they surprise him by declaring war. They have been fuming behind their laptops, insulting anyone who dares to hate on Mingyu. It made him tear up.

The8/Minghao:

❀ He was incredibly anxious when you wanted to introduce your little sister to him; sure, he is good with children, but he never had to deal with younger siblings. Even within Seventeen, he is one of the younger ones, and he already struggles to keep up with the chaos of his twelve members, lovingly (but harshly) scolding them whenever they tired him out. What if he accidentally loses it when your little sister bounces off the walls and insults her, forever damaging her self-esteem???

❀ Well, he had nothing to worry about. Sure, it takes him a second to realize that philosophical discussions with a barely ten-year-old won’t work, but the moment he discovers that your sister likes dressing up and drawing, he knows he will do fine.

❀ He organizes an entire fashion show for her and helps her assemble the most stylish outfits. Every morning, your little sister forces you to send Minghao pictures of her outfits, and he never fails to send a heartfelt compliment back.

❀ Moreover, Minghao spends many afternoons teaching her to throw paint at canvases. One of the paintings hangs proudly in his apartment for everyone to see, and another has replaced you as his phone background. You would be upset if it wasn’t so adorable.

Seungkwan:

❀ Seungkwan fits right in with your older sisters. Maybe it is because he has two older sisters himself, but somehow, it's as if he always has been a part of your family. You feel like he broke a record as he got them to love him in less than five minutes.

❀ The three of them have a private group chat where they share the latest tea and gossip. Neither party knows any of the people the other mentions. Still, whenever anything remotely exciting happens, it will be discussed at length in the chat.

❀ Recently, they have upgraded to calling, and Sarah-from-work's not-so-subtle move on their married boss may have interrupted your date. Then again, you were quite invested in what Sarah-from-work did this time as well, making Seungkwan put them on speaker.

❀ He is so comfortable with your sisters that they have no issue roasting each other. The moment they hurl an insult at you, he has got your back, ready with an arsenal of embarrassing moments they entrusted him with. It never fails to make you love him more.

Vernon:

❀ When you told your older brother that you had a boyfriend, he was ready to give them a good talking to, intimidating them the way an older brother should. However, the moment you introduced Vernon to him, his entire game plan went out of the window. Your brother quite quickly realized that Vernon had drunk enough respect-women-juice that he would never intentionally hurt you.

❀ Moreover, the two of them connected over some obscure film that you had never heard of. They spent most of the evening discussing what they thought of its plot and how the cinematography masterfully added to the atmosphere in the scenes. You could tell that your brother was impressed by how well-articulated and well-thought-out his points were.

❀ At the end of the evening, your brother has completely forgotten about the if-you-hurt-my-sister talk he was supposed to have. The two of them even make plans to go to an indie film that is releasing in art cinemas next week.

❀ That being said, I do not think Vernon would be the type of person who needs to be best friends with your siblings. Sure, he would want to be friendly with them and would not be opposed to the occasional hang-out, but he wouldn’t go out of his way to do stuff with them one-on-one.

Dino/Chan:

❀ It doesn’t really matter whether you have younger or older siblings. Dino is used to both. He grew up with a younger brother and is fully aware of how annoying they can be and how much responsibility you feel towards them as the older one. Dino also has had to deal with twelve annoying older brothers who don’t let him breathe.

❀ Bro is ready with the quick comebacks. Do your siblings want to tease him about something potentially embarrassing he did? Good luck. His members have completely desensitized him. Do your siblings betray him in a game of Risk? He won’t get upset; his members have tried sacrificing him in games even when it wasn’t needed.

❀ Your siblings can’t help but be impressed by how witty and quick he is. When he mentions it to his members, they have the audacity to tell him that this has been part of their plan all along. He definitely believes them when they argue that all the years of teasing and borderline physical harm were for the day he would meet his partner’s sibling, easily able to remain calm regardless of whatever teasing remark was thrown his way.

❀ “What if my partner would have been an only child?” They suddenly get really quiet. The wall has become interesting.

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xsweetcatastrophe · 5 months ago

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You Broke Me First

Part 25

"What time will you be home? I want to show you this house I made an offer on today," Cillian said into the phone as he drove down the street. "Then we can pick up dinner on the way back? Wanna try that sushi place that opened up a couple blocks away?"

Zoe smiled. "Look at you getting the lay of the land and knowing new neighborhood restaurants opening up," She teased.

"I like food." Cillian said simply. "Anyways, what time?"

"I'll be done at 4"

"Soooo I'll see you at 4:05?"

"Cillian," Zoe said, laughing. "with traffic, maybe 4:30."

Cillian pouted, and Zoe could swear she could hear it through the phone, if possible.

"Fine. I'll see you then."

"Don't be a pouty baby," Zoe said.

"I'm not... I just miss you," Cillian replied.

"Cill, you saw me 3 hours ago," Zoe giggled.

"So?"

This was unchartered territory for Zoe. She was never on the receiving end of this type of infatuation. She was usually the one to give it, and it never ended well for her.

She had mixed feelings about how the meeting with Heather went. She loved how Cillian stood up for her and didn't take no for an answer. She was almost turned on by the way he took control of the situation, and they laughed about it on the way home making bedroom jokes the entire way.

As annoying as it was, something still felt off about the meeting. Cillian swore everything was fine, and they were going to be together and everything was going to be just like how it was. But something was eating away at Zoe, was it intuition? conscience? but something felt off with the way Heather carried herself in the meeting.

Maybe she was just paranoid.

"Hey, do you have the outlines done for next week?" Mia said, walking into Zoe's office.

"Uh.. what?" Zoe said, quickly hanging up the phone. She'll text Cillian apologizing later.

"The outlines. They were due on Friday but we got an extension."

"Oh. Uh, shit. I didn't finish them, I can have them by the end of the day today," Zoe said, only being half sure of what she was talking about. Outlines sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember exactly.

Mia sighed and bit her lip. "Donna's gonna flip. Can you have them by the end of the day for real? I personally don't care, but I'm the one who has to break the bad news to Donna and she wasn't happy when I asked for the extension last week for you, and I don't feel like getting the brunt end of that again."

Zoe smiled. "They'll be in her inbox by 4. I promise. Sorry Mia, next time I won't put you in that position."

"Thanks Z," Mia said, turning around to walk out the door. "Let me know if you need help with anything."

Mia closed her door and Zoe sighed as she slumped against her chair. She couldn't remember anything about outlines.... maybe there was a conversation last week that she missed?

She took out her phone and there was already a text from Cillian.

Cill: :(

Zoe rolled her eyes.

Zoe: Sorry, boss walked in. Let me get some work done so I can be home sooner. I'll text you when I'm on my way home.

Cill: See you later, Bunny.

"Keep your eyes closed!" Cillian said, finally pulling the car to a stop.

Zoe had rushed through an outline that turns out she never started to begin with and submitted it by 3pm. She tied up some loose ends at work and left promptly at 4. She pulled up to Cillian waiting outside, meeting her at her car door and practically pulling her out of it to give her a kiss and pull her into his car.

"They've been shut!! I'm thinking about what my neighbors might think if they saw you drag me out of my car and shove me into your car, they probably think I got kidnapped" Zoe laughed.

There was a moment of silence, then "Ok yea maybe that was a little aggressive," Cillian said, coming to the realization of how it might have looked to someone just casually walking down the street and witnessing it.

They both burst out laughing and Cillian reaches over and squeezes Zoe's thigh, leaving it there for the remainder of the drive.

"Ok, we're here. Wait here I'll help you," Cillian said, pulling the car over and putting it in park. he shut it off and hopped out and ran to the passenger side, opening the door and helping Zoe out.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" She said, getting anxious.

"One second, one second," He said, standing behind her and putting his hands over eyes. "Just take a couple steps more... okay. perfect. Ready?"

"Ready for what??"

Cillian removed his hands Zoe opened her eyes. She waiting for her eyes to adjust as she squinted to what stood in front of her. A huge house, with hydrangeas along the front of the pristine white brick of the exterior. Large trees stood tall on the sprawling lush green lawn, which made the red brick walk to the front door stand out. Black double doors with gold hardware shined in the evening sun, matching the black shutters that surrounded the exterior windows.

"Wow," Zoe said, looking around. There was a good distance between the neighboring houses, with trees lining the street along with old fashioned gas lamps as street lights.

"I... feel very broke," Zoe said, still looking around in childlike awe.

"You? Ha, i'm the one who just wrote the check for the deposit," Cillian said, smiling.

Zoe spun around and stared him down. "Is this... Cil, is this yours?"

Cillian smiled. "Made an offer on a couple today, this was the last one. I fell in love, offered more than asking, they accepted right away, I wrote the check and immediately called you," he said.

"Oh my god!" Zoe exclaimed, running into his arms, throwing hers around his neck. He caught her, picked her up and spun her around.

"I couldn't wait to tell you, do you see why I was bugging you all day?!" He said laughing, pressing his lips to hers. He put her down, lips still on hers, holding her as close to her as possible. "Let me show you inside," He whispered against her.

He took her hand and guided her through the front door, which opened to a big lobby with a sprawling stair case. Everything was open concept, fresh and clean. The sellers kept it in pristine condition so it was move-in ready.

"I want to show you my favorite part," He said, guiding her past the staircase into the gourmet kitchen.

"Wow," Zoe exclaimed, her voice echoing and bouncing off the walls. Half of my apartment can fit in this kitchen." She said, looking around and running her hand along the white marble countertop.

"This place is very... clean. I feel weird being in here. I'm too dirty," Zoe joked.

"Yea you are," Cillian said, wiggling his eyebrows. Zoe rolled her eyes and Cillian walked to her and hugged her from behind. "I saw this kitchen and I thought about being in here, cooking and dancing around with you," He said, half mumbling into her neck. "I see me and you in every room here. And maybeeee......" He drew out, kissing her neck and squeezing her tighter, "When your lease is up... you can NOT renew and, maybe, move in here... with me."

Zoe's eyes went wide; she spun around in his arms and looked at him.

"What?? Seriously?!" She said, half excited and half in shock.

Cillian nodded. "Only if you want to. I just... I want to be close to you," He said, resting his forehead against hers. Zoe sighed and rested her hands against his chest. "We're crazy," She said, shaking her head.

"No, we're not," He replied, placing his hands over hers on his chest.

"Cill, we contractually dated for 3 months and you're asking me to move in!" She laughed.

"I don't care. I don't care about any of that. I want you. I want to be with you. You make everything better, you make me better," He said, taking her hand and bringing it to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "And, Scout is gonna miss you. He told me," He added.

Zoe laughed. "Well... Tell Scout that I'm month-to-month"

Cillian raised an eyebrow. "Scout doesn't know what that means."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "I'm not in a year long lease. If I want to leave I just have to give a month or two notice."

Cillian's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Zoe sighed. Internally, she was screaming. This was a HUGE step, for a relationship that was only 3 months old. Moving in and giving up her safe space, the one place she can call hers, made her feel nervous. But she never felt like this before. She felt so happy. She was so incredibly infatuated with Cillian. She'd do anything to chase this high.

And yet, there was still a pesky alarm still going off in the back of her head.

Just ignore it. Right?

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Getaway Camp : Seventeen

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, language, mentions of depression, oral (male receiving), smut, mentions of bullying, role play, dirty fantasies

Summary: Countdown to the end of camp begins and Charlie finds himself being dragged into practicing for the end of summer show. Yet who is he to say no to Valerie?

word count: 3.1k

Masterlist

Sixteen ←→ Eighteen

August 5th 1961

Family weekend was a huge success. Charlie got to spend the entire weekend catching up with his friends, learning about their lives and college. Meeks and Pitts were already thriving in early admission and Knox still head over heels for Chris, while Todd actually found himself able to defend himself to his parents. They all were doing good for a group of kids who faced so much tragedy. Then at the end of day Valerie would be done with work and get to know each of them herself. It was perfect.

That is until they had to leave. Charlie wouldn't admit it but he cried when they said their goodbyes, hugging them tightly and unsure of the next time they'd see each other. He was so happy with them here and that made spending the rest of the week without them that much harder. He had no joy for rowing or spending his days in a cabin, actually yearning for Welton when they all hung out there. He was a bit sullen and Valerie was determined to change that. That's why on his walk back from Ezra's cabin he finds the girl pacing in front of the staff camp trail, not noticing his presence.

"V? What're you doing?" he curiously asks and she freezes in place, looking at him with that perfect soft smile he had grown so fond of.

"There you are, you're late!" she grins, hand locking in his own as she pulls him along. She only strays from her pace to give him a quick kiss to his cheek before continuing up the trail, ignoring his confused look.

"Late for what Val?" he asks, not even fighting her pull as she leads him up the trail. He can't recall ever making plans with her up until now but it wouldn't be a surprise if he had forgotten.

"Um for practice, for the staff show" she answers sheepishly and finally Charlie freezes, stopping in place on the wooded trail and halting the girl with him. After all the business of the summer and being caught up in their relationship, he had nearly forgotten about the staff production he learned of on his first day. He hadn't dwelled on it since that night and now panic rose in his chest.

"I am not being in that show V" he tells her and she instantly pouts, stomping her foot like a little kid.

"Please Charlie, it'll be fun and we can do it together" she whines, determined to convince him but all Charlie can picture is a hundred criticizing eyes staring back at him, waiting to see if he would fail. Worst of all it reminds him of the last time he saw Neil, and how happy he looked onstage. He didn't want to live through that.

"I am not singing some silly song and wearing a weird costume for the campers pleasure. I'll happily sit that one out" he tells her and Valerie sighs, determined to convince him.

"I know but it's more for my pleasure, summer is coming to an end and I want to do the show, especially with you" she says, squeezing his hand and hoping her pouty lips and wide eyes can get her some leeway. Charlie won't admit that it's slightly working.

"Val, I have lots of other ways I can pleasure you that I'd actually prefer" Charlie says with a smirk, pulling her close and definitely more interested in taking her to bed then show camp. She is quick to roll her eyes, shoving him lightly despite the blush on her cheeks and desire swirling in her belly.

"Or after practice I can reward you in ways you prefer Ace" she counteroffers and Charlie snorts, pulling her back and wrapping his arms around her waist. Valerie wraps her arms around his neck, content being this close to him.

"I really don't want to V, I'm not sure there is anything that could convince me" he tells her earnestly and Valerie thinks for a moment, hopeful there was one thing she could do or say to get him to come. Charlie waits patiently, eager to hear what else she can come up with on her little mission.

"Did I mention this years theme is Treasure Island? And that I'm going to be a mermaid" it doesn't go unnoticed by either of them the way his grip tightens around her form. Valerie may not know this but Pirates was sort of Charlie's thing. Ever since he was a little boy he wanted to live a life free at sea, sword fighting, and winning the girl. When he got older the only thing that ever got him through the day was the image of Nolan walking the plank. He would be a fool to turn down playing a pirate, especially with his girl in a mermaid costume. One he hoped she got to keep so he could live out a few fantasies of his own.

"How long is practice?' he asks and Valerie tries to hide her excitement at his words.

"Today? Only an hour but that's just so they can finish casting" she tells him and Charlie nods, loosening his grip around her and starting to walk back up the trail.

"Well let's go, we're already late" and the grin that cracks across her face is one he wishes he could frame and keep on his wall forever. Even if he still didn't want to do the show, doing it with her would be worth it. He couldn't ever picture himself regretting it.

Yet when they reach the Hideout, which is surprisingly clean and brightly lit for the day, Charlie spots Nate beside Alex and Holly. That's when he realizes doing this show would mean working for Nate. It also meant dancing, lots of it, and Charlie was regretting agreeing more and more. Valerie can sense his uneasiness considering she has to drag him further and further into the building. When they finally reach their friends and other staff who stretch and practice as if this was real theater, Nate spots them both with the slyest of smirks on his face. Charlie wished then the world would swallow him whole.

"You convinced Dalton to do the show, I can't believe my eyes" he says and Valerie shoots him and glare before patting Charlie's back.

"He's more talented than you'd think" she offers, having shared a dance with him more than a few times during her stay here. Nate is quick to cross his arms and look Charlie up and down.

"Oh yeah, what kind of hidden talents you have up your sleeve Dalton?" he asks, apparently using his last name to seem higher up then him, it reminded him a lot of Dr. Hager. It made Charlie want to punch him.

"Not much, I can't sing, I can kinda dance, and I play the saxophone" this is news to everyone, including Valerie. Charlie doesn't miss the shock on any of their faces but Nate is already snapping his fingers at a member of the band, waving for him to come over. The boy shuffles along, someone Charlie doesn't know but Nate probably did from doing so much work together.

"Leonard, let Charlie borrow the sax for his tryout" he orders the boy and he looks sheepish, used to Nate's harassment, and a little nervous to hand over his obviously beloved instrument.

"Do you have a spare reed?" Charlie asks and the boys shoulders soften as he realizes Charlie knows what he's talking about. Quickly he nods and rushes to retrieve a fresh reed while removing his own from the instrument. The second the wooden piece is in Charlie's hand he has it in his mouth, gently taking Leonard's instrument and positioning it around his neck. Valerie doesn't want to admit how hot she finds it. Playing an instrument wasn't supposed to be sexy but she also knew what his tongue felt like.

When Charlie is ready he fastens the mouth piece to the instrument and feels out a few notes. Once comfortable he falls into a familiar tune, one none of them are able to name but know they've heard before. It's surprisingly beautiful and Charlie feels just as he did that night in the cave. Shocking his friends and feeling the music. It had been so long since he held the instrument in his hands and he hated that his passion for it died with Neil. What ever happened to gotta do more, gotta be more. When he's finished the room is silent, not having expected the kind of talent to come from the boy. Even Nate wears a shocked face, counting on Charlie failing and embarrassing himself in front of everyone. Yet now Charlie knows he should definitely do the show. If not for Valerie, for Neil.

"Wow, that was impressive" Leonard is the first to speak up when Charlie hands the instrument back. Charlie smiles at him before wrapping his arm around Valerie's waist once more.

"What do you say guys, am I in the show?" Charlie asks, eyeing Nate, Alex, and Holly who are shocked and impressed. Nate won't give him the benefit but that doesn't matter, Holly was in charge of casting. Based on her smile, he didn't have to worry about much.

"I'm not really sure how we can write in a saxophone but we still need someone to play first mate, so you're in!" Holly says and Valerie is quick to celebrate and pull the boy in a hug. As much as he didn't want his day to turn out like this he also can't help the smile on his face. Oddly reminiscent about his best friend yelling his name down the halls, excited to tell him he got the part. He liked to imagine himself calling Neil up tonight, telling him he was suddenly apart of theater and hear all the sassy jabs he would throw his way. It made his heart hurt but Charlie just reminded himself that it was love with no where to go.

"So, who's the Captain?" Charlie asks once the excitement has calmed down and Valerie snorts only lightly, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Well that would be Levi" Alex answers and Charlie chuckles. He should have expected that. He quickly reminds himself of Valerie in a mermaid costume before deciding to back out. Whether he had to answer to Levi or not.

"What necessarily happens to the first mate?" he asks, wanting to make sure this wouldn't be too embarrassing and Holly chuckles while handing him a script. One Charlie apparently had to learn now.

"He gets to Adler Island and is lured to his death by a beautiful mermaid" the red headed girl tells him, gesturing to his girlfriend and Charlie smirks. He couldn't of gotten an easier part.

"Perfect, no acting required" and Valerie gasps before trying to shove him. He instead catches her and pulls her flush against him. "Okay where do we start?"

That's how Charlie ends up practicing his part for the next hour, happy to find he doesn't have much singing or even lines required. It was especially nice since Levi was at work. That meant he got to practice all his Valerie scenes instead. For nearly an entire three minute sequence he had to stare at her awestruck while she sang Sea of Love by Phil Phillips. Not only was she an amazing singer but he didn't have to pretend to be awestruck. The only thing he had to fake was being lured to death. Other than that he could listen to her sing for hours, especially that song.

Come with me, my love

To the sea, the sea of love

I want to tell you how much I love you

"I'd say this is going to be our best show yet" Alex grins, surprisingly very good at being a director for how weird he was. Charlie shouldn't be surprised though, he was an activity director after all. Between him and Nate's choreography it made sense why they enjoyed putting on a show every year. Everyone here was extremely talented and he wished Neil was around to see it. Cheer him on just like he once did for him.

"You guys need me to stick around and sing Pirate's Life For Me or can I go make out with my sexy mermaid girlfriend now?" Charlie is quick to ask and Nate makes a disgusted face completely the opposite of Holly's awe face. Valerie blushes red in front of each of her friends and staff she wasn't even that close too.

"No, you're free. Enjoy the rest of the day matey" Alex salutes and Charlie laughs before lacing his fingers with Valerie's and starting towards the door.

"Bye guys!" she calls out and Charlie just barely catches them returning the sentiment as he pulls her out the door. Once in the now dark woods Charlie's hands travel to less inappropriate regions, lips quickly finding her neck.

"This is a total turnaround for Mr. I don't want to do the show" Valerie says, trying to keep her eyes from fluttering shut at the sensation. One of his hands gripped her waist as she walked in front of him, the other keeping her close right under breast, practically cupping it, and she wished he'd give up steadying her and actually touch her. Especially with the filthy way he was devouring her neck.

"What can I say, I have a thing for mermaids" he mutters against her skin, quickly going back to work and more than likely leaving a mark. Charlie was too hungry for her to care and Valerie was too turned on to care. "Besides I recall someone promising me pleasure in ways I prefer after practice"

"I don't think we ever came to an agreement" Valerie teases and the small squeeze to her waist indicates she'll more than likely be in trouble if she keeps the attitude up. It make's her want to mess with him more. Eager to see what he would do to her.

"Agreements aside V, I might actually die if I don't have you soon" he says in that breathy and messy tone and Valerie can't help but push her legs together. Even if she nearly trips up as they continue walking.

"Death is dramatic, I'm sure you'll live" and this earns her a bite to her neck. Unable to suppress the moan she gives herself up and pretty quickly they make their way to the boathouse instead of the cabins. Charlie more desperate than before.

It's dark when they're inside and Charlie removes his hold from her only briefly to light the kerosene lantern. When the warm hazy light fills the space he finds Valerie already on her knees and starting to fumble with the zipper on his pants. If he wasn't hard before he definitely was now. His head tips back, eyeing the wooden ceiling when he feels her fingers slide into his waistband and tongue glide up his happy trail.

"You're gonna be the death of me" is all he says before his shorts and boxers are tugged down to his ankles. His length jumps in the cool night air and from being turned on. Valerie just smiles before kissing the tip and looking like a dream beneath him.

"So fucking pretty" she swears, fingers curling around the base of his cock and Charlie lets out a desperate and whiny moan. Needing her to do something other than admire his cock.

"Please Val, do something" he begs and she just grins, guiding him to sit his bare ass on the empty cot. When he's finally in position she kisses his tip once more before finally taking some of his length into her mouth. He tries to stay calm the more and more she takes but he barely makes it halfway before his hands are tangled in her hair. Careful to not shove her head the entire way. Yet based on the way she hums around his dick, he's pretty sure she wouldn't mind.

Charlie guides her to take his full length, nudging the back of her throat and fighting the gag reflex. Finally she pulls back, tears already burning her eyes before continuing to suck him off. Charlie whines and begs like a needy mess the whole time, trying not to rut into her mouth as she takes him so well. When he's sure he won't last any longer she pulls back, wiping her chin with her arm, and smiling at him like the devil. It was sexy seeing her like this knowing how kind and innocent she seemed out of the bedroom.

"You were so cute in practice today, I never knew you could play saxophone" she tells him as she lifts from her knees, hands grabbing the ends of her dress and starting to lift it over her head. Charlie watches in a daze, as if he can't retain a word she's saying.

"I can play clarinet too, but I hate it. When do you think you'll get your mermaid costume?" he changes the topic, not even interested in discussing his musical abilities. He was more concerned about all the ways he would have her.

"Someone really has a thing for the whole mermaids and pirates thing huh?" she asks, shimmying the white panties down her legs. Charlie's throat dries as she continues stripping for him, barely even registering how painful his strained length is. Especially when he sees how wet she already is.

"I always wanted to be a pirate, since I was a little kid. When I got older that included a hot mermaid girlfriend" he admits with no better judgement as she crawls onto his lap. His tip barely grazes against her folds and he's already seething at the sensation. Desperate to be inside of her.

"Really? Captain Charlie then," and Charlie isn't proud to admit the way his cock jumps at the name title. Yet Valerie notices and she's quick to grasp his length and drag him through her folds. It makes Charlie whimper.

"Yes, definitely not first mate" he says with the shake of his head and Valerie grins, lining him up with her entrance before slowly sinking down him. Intrigued by his wild fantasy.

"I bet Captain Charlie is a dirty pirate. Always drinking rum and taking things that don't belong to him. Kidnapping mermaids and having his way with them" the more she talks the more he has to fight not to cum, imaging her with pretty seashells in her hair and hair hanging over her breasts. What a beautiful fucking mermaid.

"Baby you're so tight" Charlie whines once she's fully sat on him and she grins, hugging him close before grinding on his length, nudging that spot inside of her slowly. Keeping him as deep as she can get him inside her.

"Now don't cum, or I'll have to make you walk the plank"

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