#also don’t put yourself down i thought this little snippet was lovely!

[ladycatofwinterfell]

Hello. I wrote a little something about NedCat. This was very spontaneous and not that good either. This is my first time writing anything with actual characters in it. I don’t post on tumblr so I thought I would just send this to you because I really like your work and I have sent some ideas to you before. You can post this on your blog or even put it in one of your fics. My brain did something spontaneous and I don’t have anyone else who shares my obsession with Ned and Catelyn. So here you go.

…

She turned to face him when she felt the dip in her mattress as he climbed in. Wordlessly she took him in her arms. She tilted her head and he rested his forehead on her own. He breathed her in while his fingers slowly played with her hair. It seemed to bring him comfort. He looked relaxed. He looked young and carefree, as if he didn’t carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. But she could feel the tension emanating from him, she could feel the slight tremble in his shallow breaths. She lightly outlined his face with her fingers, traced his lips. The gesture made him smile a little but it was gone too soon. She wished it was easier for him to smile. She wanted to make him happy.

“I wish I could read your mind” she whispered, “I wish you would tell me what troubles you so”

He sighed at that, “I wish I could”

She stiffened a little. Did he not trust her? “Why can you not?” she asked him nervously

She half expected him to stay silent. He was not a man of many words and he specially found it difficult to speak about his own troubles. So she was surprised when he did reply

“Because I do not know how to. It feels like I am drowning. I am underwater while everyone else is ashore. I cannot hear or see or feel anyone properly. My senses are muted. All I can see and taste and feel is blood. Everyone is dead and I am alive but it does not feel like I am alive.” He opened his eyes then. His grey eyes were clouded like a stormy sky. They were shiny and glistening with un shed tears. She could see that he was right. He was not there with her. Not completely. A part of him was lost in his memories. Memories of fire and blood that took everyone from him. He was haunted by the ghosts of the rebellion.

She wrapped her arms tighter around him and kissed him forcefully as if to breathe some life into him. He seemed surprised by the ferocity of the kiss but settled into it. When she pulled back his eyes seemed a little less cloudy. She took his hand and laid it flat on her chest right above her heart.

“I am here” she whispered “I am alive and well. You are alive. Do you feel this Ned? Feel my heart. We are both alive. You are not dead. You are with me and your sons” She even included Jon in her desperate attempt to comfort him. To remind him that he still has people that love him.

“I cannot lose you. Any of you.” His voice cracked a little.

“You will not lose me. Not anytime soon. I promise”

“You should not make promises you cannot keep” he chuckled lightly

“Well I intend to keep this promise. And if any god, old or new, come to take me before my time I will fight them with my barehands”

The sound of his laughter that followed her bold proclamation made her happy. But she playfully punched him on the arm “what do you not think I can fight?”

“Not at all, my lady. I believe you can do anything” he looked at her tenderly. His eyes were no longer cloudy. Instead they were clear and soft. He had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She would tell him that on the morrow when it’s light so that she can see the slight blush that spreads across his cheeks whenever she compliments him.

“Sleep now, Ned”, she snuggled closer to him, “I will guard your dreams”

As she laid with her head on her husbands chest listening to the strong beat of his heart, she prayed that he would find his peace. She hoped that the ghosts will leave him to be happy with her and the little family they had created.

Hi! I’m flattered you would send this to me, it’s so sweet!! Nedcat fluff >>>

You should totally start posting on tumblr though, it would be great to have more people interested in nedcat

[focusonkayjay]

between the ride and the roses (2)

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff

Series summary: There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter Warnings: still nothing major. let me know if i need to mention anything.

A/N: posting part 2 right away, because i absolutely cannot wait for you guys to read more ahhhh. however, i just want to apologize for any sort of grammatical errors. english is not my first language so, please bare with me. also, while i was writing this story, i realised i would love it if you imagine the town's setting and vibe as something similar to "Stars Hollow" from the show Gilmore Girls, except it's a little more modern. does that make sense lmao? anywayssss, let me know your thoughts hehehehhe.

part 2: thorns in the asphalt

Finally done with the motorcycle he’s been working on, Jungkook stands up and claps his hands together, sending a puff of dust and grease into the air. He lets out a shaky breath, wiping his hands on a damp rag, and glances around at the bustling shop outside. It’s not perfect yet, but it’s his dream finally coming to life.

The half-set-up motorcycle shop buzzes with activity, the sounds of hammers and drills blending with the faint hum of an engine someone’s tinkering with in the back.

The air carries a mix of oil, fresh paint, and the occasional whiff of pepperoni from the pizza his friends are devouring. Jungkook pushes open the side door to the main area, letting it swing shut behind him with a soft clang.

Yoongi, Jimin, and Hoseok—his partners in crime, both in business and in the gang—are gathered around a workbench repurposed as a makeshift table. Pizza boxes and soda cans litter the surface amid spare parts and tools.

“Hey, Kook, want a slice?” Hoseok asks through a mouthful of food, lifting a greasy hand to wave a slice in his direction. Jungkook shakes his head, brushing past them towards the washroom. "No, thanks." he mutters.

A few moments later, he returns, his damp hands running through his hair as he leans against the wall, his eyes darting across the shop. Despite his attempt to focus on the chaos around him, his thoughts drift to you.

He clenches his jaw, irritation flaring as he recalls your sharp tone and the unmistakable look of disdain you gave him earlier. Yoongi glances up from the catalog he’s flipping through, sensing the shift in Jungkook’s mood. "What’s with the mood?" he drawls, his voice laced with mild curiosity.

"Is it because of the florist?" Jimin asks, his eyebrows quirked as he tilts his head. The glint in his eyes reveals he already knows the answer. He’d overheard snippets of your exchange earlier in the morning when he’d briefly stepped out to help the workers.

Jungkook groans and drags a hand down his face. "Why are you even bringing her up?" he snaps, though the exasperation in his tone lacks real heat.

"Because you’re clearly bothered." Jimin teases, leaning forward with a knowing grin. "Let me guess, she gave you an earful about how we’re ruining her perfect little flower shop with all the noise and chaos?"

"Exactly!" Jungkook throws his hands up, his voice rising slightly. "She acts like I’m singlehandedly destroying her business just by existing. I tried to be polite—"

"Polite?" Hoseok interrupts, nearly choking on his soda as he fails to hide his laugh. "You? Polite? Kook, I’ve seen your polite face. It’s the same as your ‘don’t mess with me’ face, and honestly? It scares people." he adds, a sparkle of amusement in his eyes.

"Not helping.” Jungkook deadpans, shooting Hoseok a glare as he plops down into a chair near the counter. "Look, we’re moving in. Of course there’s going to be noise and commotion. Like what else does she expect? Silence and fairy dust?" he scoffs.

"Maybe she has a point.” Yoongi says, his tone calm as he flips another page of his catalog. "We’re not exactly a quiet bunch. And you did rev your bike for, what, a solid minute when you parked earlier? Was that really necessary?" he questions.

Jungkook groans again, throwing his head back. "That wasn’t for her! I was literally just testing the new pipes." he insists, his tone defensive.

"Sure you were." Jimin chimes in again, a mischievous grin stretching across his face. "And let me guess, she’s cute too, huh? That’s why you’re all worked up." he teases.

Jungkook freezes for the briefest moment before his head snaps forward, his glare locking onto Jimin. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh, it has everything to do with it.” Hoseok adds, leaning forward with a smirk. "Kook’s got a thing for the feisty and cute ones. Don’t deny it." he giggles with Jimin.

"You’re all insane." Jungkook mutters, grabbing a slice of pizza and taking an overly aggressive bite to distract himself from the conversation he so badly doesn't wanna have.

"Admit it…” Yoongi suddenly says, finally setting the catalog aside to pin Jungkook with an amused look. "She got under your skin and that’s rare since usually, you’re the one doing the annoying."

"She’s NOT under my skin.” Jungkook argues, though the faint pink on his cheeks betrays him. "She’s just... she's just being so damn unreasonable." He looks away, muttering under his breath. “I don’t even care."

"Uh-huh..." Jimin says, exchanging a knowing glance with Hoseok as the two continue snickering. "Whatever." Jungkook grumbles, leaning back in his chair. "Let’s just focus on getting this place running. The sooner we’re open, the sooner I can stop worrying about her."

But even as he says it, his mind drifts back to you... the way your eyes flashed with annoyance, the sharp edge in your voice as you threw his words back at him.

//

The late afternoon sun streams through the wide windows of your flower shop, casting a warm golden glow over the rows of vibrant blooms. You're carefully rearranging a bouquet of sunflowers, their cheerful yellow petals, a stark contrast to your lingering irritation from earlier. The noise from the shop next door had finally died down after the confrontation, leaving behind a calm, almost eerie silence.

You let out a small sigh, trying to tamp down your annoyance. "He’s moving in. Of course, there’s going to be noise." You repeat the thought to yourself, attempting to summon some patience. Still, that didn’t excuse Jungkook’s smug attitude. He had a knack for getting under your skin in record time.

The day passes peacefully after that. A few regulars stop by every now and then, gradually making you think less of the way your day had started.

The smiles of your customers as they left, made the effort worth it, reminding you why exactly you loved this job. Flowers had a way of softening even the hardest days.

As you glance at the clock perched on your counter, the hands read 7:32 PM. The faint ache in your feet confirms it's time to call it a day. You walk to the front of your store and flip the "Open" sign to "Close" on your glass door.

As you turn around to walk towards your workbench, curiosity gets the better of you, forcing you to make your way towards the window. You peek out, trying to see something.

The sidewalk, once cluttered with tools and crates, was now clear. The noise had disappeared entirely, and the only sign of life was the light spilling out onto the pavement. You couldn’t see anyone moving about inside. Shrugging, you step away from the glass, shaking off the lingering thoughts of your new neighbor.

Back at your workbench, you start by tidying up the scattered stems and trimmed leaves. Your fingers had just reached for a bundle of sunflower stalks when the soft chime of the bell above the door startled you. "We’re closed for the—" you begin, turning around, but your words melt into a smile as your gaze lands on Taehyung.

He strolls in, exuding his usual effortless charm. He's dressed in a cozy brown sweater and a pair of white trousers while smudges of paint streaks across his hands. His dark hair falls messily over his forehead, and the corners of his mouth lifts into a playful grin.

"Looks like someone had a busy day." you tease, gesturing towards the paint on his hands. "Art waits for no one." he replies dramatically as he leans against the counter like a protagonist in a renaissance painting. "But of course, I had to stop by and see my favorite florist." he adds, standing up straight.

You roll your eyes, laughing as he joins you at the workbench and begins helping you clean up. "Flattery won’t get you free flowers," you quip, sweeping a handful of cut stems into a bin.

"Who said I was here for flowers?" he shoots back, his grin widening. "I’ve got a better idea. Dinner. Tonight. The whole squad—Namjoon, Seokjin, Juwon, me, and you. You need a break, and we all miss you."

You pause, leaning against the counter as you consider his words. Normally, you’d jump at the chance to spend time with your closest friends. But after the day you’d had... between juggling work and the fiasco with Jungkook, you were tempted to go straight home and collapse into bed.

"I don’t know, Tae..." you began with a small pout. "It’s been a long day."

"Exactly why you should come." he says, stepping closer, his tone now softening with concern. "What happened, though?"

You sigh, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, not wanting to say anything. Judging your expression, Taehyung wraps his arm around your shoulder as he pats your arm.

"Sounds like someone needs to vent over some good food." you hear him say, his teasing tone returning. "Come on. Join us. You can rant as much as you want, and I promise you’ll leave feeling at least a hundred times better."

You stare at him for a moment, weighing your options. The idea of being with your friends laughing, talking, and letting the weight of the day slip away was tempting. "Fine." you finally relent with a smirk. "But you’re paying for my dessert." you quickly add, smirking up at your best friend.

Taehyung rolls his eyes but instantly grins. "Deal. Now hurry up. We’ve got a table waiting, and I’m starving."

You laugh as the two of you continue tidying up around your store so that you can close up quickly and escape the chaos in your mind, just for a bit.

//

Jungkook leans against the frame of his shop’s side door as his tongue plays with the piercings on his lower lip. He let's out a deep exhale as he thinks about the long day he's had.

Though the shop was coming together, the chaos of setting up and managing his friends’ antics had left him drained. He pulls out a cigarette from his pocket but hesitates, staring at it for a second before tucking it back in. With a shake of his head, he looks to his left, eyeing your shop.

He notices how your shop is still lit, its warm golden glow, a stark contrast to the sharp fluorescents of his workspace. He steps a little forward, inching closer to your store and halts just when he's able to get a view of what's happening inside.

He peaks from the window, his eyes following through the gaps between the shelves of flowers. From where he was standing, the scene inside felt surreal, like something from a painting—the neat rows of flowers against the wall, the gentle sway of their petals under the ceiling fan, and then... you.

His eyes land on you without warning, and it's like everything else blurs for a second. You're standing near your workbench, a soft smile playing on your lips as you lean towards a man beside you. He's tall, dressed in earth tones and the two of you seem to move in sync, tidying up the scattered stems and leaves, your laughter faint but clear in the stillness of the evening.

Jungkook’s breath hitches. That smile. It was nothing like the irritated glare you’d aimed at him earlier that morning. This was something entirely different. So delicate, so soft, so genuine in a way that felt private, like something he shouldn’t be witnessing.

He crosses his arms tightly, trying to shake the strange pull of the scene, but his gaze betrays him, lingering despite himself. He stands there, wondering who that man is. A friend? A brother? A boyfriend? A husband?

"You’re staring." Yoongi’s voice cuts through the quiet, smooth as ever but laced with amusement. Jungkook jolts back into reality, straightening as his friends emerged from the shop, now standing behind him. Yoongi leans against Jungkook's shoulder, a sly smirk on his face, while Jimin and Hoseok stand back, each carrying half-empty soda cans.

"Her again?" Jimin teases as Jungkook feels his friend stand beside him. Jimin takes a sip from his soda and squints his eyes, looking inside your shop. "I’m not staring." Jungkook finally bites back, his tone sharper than intended. He looks away quickly, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

"Right." Hoseok smirks, circling around to join them. "Then what were you doing? Meditating? Because it looked like you were ready to write her a sonnet." he mocks, earning a snort from the other two.

Jimin lets out a low whistle. "She does look cute tonight, I'm not gonna lie. I totally understand you." he says, his grin widening as Jungkook shoots him a deadly glare. "I wonder who's the guy." Yoongi suddenly says, tilting his head slightly, his sharp eyes scanning the man beside you. "I don’t know. And I don’t care.” Jungkook snaps, his voice low but taut.

"Oh, you care.” Hoseok said with a knowing chuckle, nudging Jimin as they exchanged grins. "Look at you. All tense and broody. It’s adorable." Jungkook faces them, his jaw tight. "I’m not tense. And I’m definitely not broody. I could care less about her." he huffs.

"Care less, huh?" Yoongi murmurs, raising a brow. "Funny how you can’t stop staring at her for someone you claim not to care about." he laughs as the other two agree. Jungkook scowls, but his friends were truly relentless.

"Come on, Kook, admit it.” Jimin says, moving away from his spot as he starts walking towards his bike that's parked near their store. Hoseok follows him and Jungkook hears Jimin continue. "You’ve got a thing for her. Feisty florist, sharp tongue, cute smile— basically your type."

"She’s NOT my type," Jungkook speaks, but his voice falters slightly, betraying him. He doesn't even realize his eyes have found their way back to you. "Then why are you still looking?" Yoongi asks, his tone almost gentle now, like he was daring Jungkook to confront something he wasn’t ready to.

Jungkook clenches his fists at his sides, as he finally looks away, glancing at Yoongi. He doesn't know what to say, but he turns back to look at you. He observes the way the unknown man leans closer to you, saying something that causes a grin to appear on your face. The sight sends a strange pang through Jungkook’s chest, unfamiliar and unwelcome but he ignores it.

His friends seemed to have noticed the shift because their teasing suddenly softens while their smirks are replaced with something quieter. "Hey..." Hoseok starts after a moment, clapping Jungkook on the shoulder as he carefully pulls him away from your window and begins walking towards their bikes. "If it bugs you that much, why don’t you just talk to her? Not like your grumpy act is working." he suggests.

"Yeah, sure." Jungkook mutters darkly as he shrugs off Hoseok’s hand and continues walking. "I’ll just stroll over there and say, ‘Hey, sorry for all the noise. By the way, is that your boyfriend?’ That’ll go great." he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. Hoseok shakes his head.

"I didn't mean it like that, idiot. I meant like... in the days that come, maybe be nice to her, start a friendship... I don't know. She's our neighbor after all. Besides, today's only the first day, You have a ton of opportunities to start something fresh with her." he explains. "Yeah, he's right. It's better than standing here sulking.” Jimin shoots back, grinning.

Jungkook glares at them but says nothing, his thoughts too tangled to argue. His friends get on their bikes and wear their helmets. "Anyways, we're heading home. Lock the doors and make sure you get home safe too." Yoongi says, starting his bike. The other two follow him after a few minutes, bidding their goodbyes to Jungkook.

He quietly stands near his bike, a war between his brain and heart as he tries his best to decipher what exactly he is feeling right now. He shakes his head, telling himself there's no point thinking about all of this and walks back into his shop, deciding to just tidy up and head home. It's been a long day.

//

The diner was a cozy little spot on the edge of town, with warm lighting and the smell of fresh food in the air. Namjoon was already there when you arrived, his nose buried in a thick book, while Seokjin and Juwon were engaged in an animated conversation about work.

"Finally." Seokjin says as he spots you and Taehyung slide into the booth. "You’re late." he complains. "Blame her…" Taehyung says, pointing at you. "Sorry, I took some time cleaning up." you answer, taking off your coat and placing it on your lap.

Namjoon finally closes his book and looks up at the rest of you. "Wow feels like we're all linking up after ages." he says as everyone around the table laughs. "Joon we literally met last week." Seokjin says. "Yes but, Y/n wasn't there. You can't deny but it has been a while since all 5 of us have hung out." Namjoon states, earning a nod from everyone.

"You're right, I have been a little busy." You agree, smiling at everyone apologetically. "Oh it's alright Y/n-ah" Juwon says, as she proceeds to hold your hand on the table and rub your knuckles with her thumb. "How have you been? What's new?" she quickly asks.

Soon, conversation sparks up between the 5 of you as the food you had ordered arrives and somehow you find yourself ranting about the incidents of the day you just had. You launched right into the story, recounting every frustrating detail. Your friends listened intently, their reactions ranging from indignation to amusement.

"Sounds like he’s a pain.” Seokjin says, once you're somewhat done. "You should send him a passive-aggressive bouquet. A nice arrangement of thorns and poison ivy." he adds and Taehyung laughs at his comment. "Or maybe he’s just not used to someone standing up to him, you know." Juwon suggests with a smirk.

You scoff, leaning back in your chair. "Please. He’s not that intimidating. I will stand up to him whenever it's needed." you nod to yourself. "Ugh I hate him. He's like my biggest enemy right now." you let out, rubbing your temples.

Namjoon chuckles, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Be careful, Y/N. Strangers to enemies... that’s a slippery slope." he says, swallowing his food.

"And sometimes…" Taehyung suddenly adds, his grin mischievous "it’s the best kind of slope." You groan as you hear him say that, dropping your head onto the edge of the table as your friends laugh. If this was the start of your interactions with Jungkook, you dreaded to think what the rest of your coming days would look like.

<- part 1 // part 3 ->

[outsideratheart]

Snippet - Anyone But You (Alexia Putellas x reader)

It was the most important night in football as players all around the globe gathered in Paris for the prestigious Balon d’Or ceremony. Despite being one of the front runners you really didn’t want to be there have just played the last game in the international break. This was now the third time you have been ranked high but having just lost out in the previous two years, last year’s being to Alexia Putellas. 

The moment your name is called though all irritated feelings disappear and proudness replaces them. You look into the audience and connect eyes with your sister Leah who was hands down your biggest fan, you could ask her and she would say the same thing. Even though Alexia had just lost, she too stood and applauded you with a grin on her face. You can only nod your head as your own sign of respect.

A couple of hours pass by and your social battery is all put empty. When Leah is having a little photoshoot with your trophy you see it as a perfect time to leave given that your younger sister is else wise occupied.

There was a chill in the air are you wait for your car service to arrive. Out the corner of your eye you see Alexia who is also waiting for her getaway car only she has a look a frustration on her face.

“¿Esta todo bien?” You took the small of amounts of steps so that you were by her side. Alexia sends you a soft smile as you make the effort to speak her language.

“I wanted to leave but the car is for the team and they are still in there” Alexia points back to the building.

“You’re staying at Le Grand Mazarin, right?” The Spaniard nods her head “Me too. You can share my car if you want” 

Alexia thanks you many times and by the time she is done your car is pulling up. 

Both of you watch the streets of Paris pass by you. The car journey is taking a little while longer due to traffic but neither of you seem to mind. You do find yourself stealing glances at the blonde, choosing to take in the sights of her instead of the french architecture.

Truth is you found her extremely attractive and looked forward to these awards shows because you knew she would also be in attendance.

It is when the car comes to a complete standstill for the fourth time that you decide to make a move.

You place your hand gently on her thigh as a way to get her attention.

“Do you want to walk the rest of the way?”

Alexia glances down at her shoes before asking you how far away you were. When you tell her that it’s only an half hour walk she accepts your invite whilst butterflies flutter in her stomach.

Yes, the hotel was only a short distance but somehow you are both walking the streets of Paris two hours later. You both talk about the pressures of your career, the love you have for your families and the kind of things regular people would talk about on their first date.

When you get back to your hotel Alexia invites you for a night cap in her hotel room. It is an invite that you do not decline. She, like you, had a room with a balcony that overlooked the Eiffel Tower. You never saw Paris as the city of love but with Alexia standing beside you, your outlook began to change.

“Can you believe that this is our lives?” Alexia asks you the unintentionally heavy question.

“Do you ever think about living a different life? Like you are destined for something more?” You answer her question with another question.

“We are Balon d’Or winning football players. What more are you talking about?”

“You wouldn’t understand. You are living your dream at Barcelona”

“And you are at Arsenal. It is your club just as Barcelona is mine”

But what if I don’t want it to be my club anymore? 

You don’t say that or at least you didn’t think you did.

“I cannot imagine you in anything but an Arsenal shirt” Alexia response lets you know that you did in fact say it out loud.

“I can’t either and that’s the problem” you shake your head as you rid you mind of the thoughts “Forget I said anything”

“I can make you forget about it” Alexia closes the space between you, her hand comes to your cheek before leaning in to kiss you.

She did in fact make you forget about football and the stresses you were feeling. 

When you wake up several hours later you do so with her arm wrapped securely around your waist. You feel vulnerable and exposed so you do what you think is best; you leave.

The walk from Alexia’s room to the elevator felt much longer than it did the night before and it makes you realise that you are making a mistake. You have an incredible night with the Barcelona Captain, the best night you have had in a long long while. You are filled with regret as you all but run back to her room only you find the door slightly ajar.

“You never do this Alexia. You slept with Y/N Williamson and she is-“

“It was a mistake. You know how these nights are and I used her as a distraction. It was nothing, a mistake and it shouldn’t have happened”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Last night you felt a connection with Alexia but clearly she didn’t feel the same thing. 

Paris wasn’t the city of love. Paris was the city of lust and severe disappointment.

[mlm-writer]

Thoughtful (Wade Wilson x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature (because reader says fuck) Words: 821 POV: Second Summary: Little domestic snippet with your boyfriend <3 Note: No proofreading because I am lazy. If you see a typo, no you don't. Tags: domestic fluff, cuddles, established relationship and chocolate milk

A waft of cold air infiltrated the apartment, rousing you from your warmed nap by the radiator. “NO,” you exclaimed reflexively, without even regaining full consciousness. You thrashed around on the couch, the thick blanket you had draped over yourself got tangled in your legs. A leather-clad hand came to rest on your shoulder. You relaxed and felt the blanket slowly being freed and tucket under your cold body.  

“Just stay half-asleep,” Wade’s gentle voice soothed you as he placed the blanket over you again. “Just don’t fully sleep, cause then the writer will have to write me doing stuff to you while you sleep and while I am a good guy, it still feels a little weird.” 

You turned over to your other side. “Shut up, Wade,” you mumbled, making your boyfriend giggle like a little lovestruck teenage girl. A bit later you felt a large weight crushing you just as you were about to fall back asleep. You groaned. “You’re heavy, get off me!” Wade pulled the blanket off your face and started peppering it in little kisses. 

“Come on babyboo, you love me so much, how can you resist me?” You thrashed around, trying to wrestle Wade off you, but he captured your lips with his, going in for the killer move of distracting you with slow and deep kisses. His rough lips slid against yours; his tongue coaxed its way inside your mouth to dance with yours. Your lips parted with a gasp and in the split second that Wade was distracted too, you chucked him off you, sending him from the couch to the cold hard floor. 

“You underestimate how much I love breathing,” you grinned in victory. Wade shifted on the floor, getting into a more elegant position where he laid on his side with one knee bent and an arm supporting his head. You rolled your eyes as he made suggestive eyebrow wiggles at you. “You woke me up. You owe me a hot chocolate.” It took your boyfriend less than two seconds to get on his feet and be on his way to the kitchen to fulfill your very high demands. You stayed on the couch like a burrito, staring at the black screen of the TV. Turning it on would require sticking your arm out into the cold. 

“I love this show!” Wade quipped from behind you where he was heating up the milk in the microwave. “I love the part where the person does the thing at the place. Don't you?” You rolled your eyes so hard they almost proverbially rolled out of your sockets. Wade chattered on an on about ‘the show’. “And I really like the entity that says the words that mean a lot. You know when it said the thing that helped the other character do the other thing? Oh what a great episode that was!” He didn't shut up until he came into your field of vision and kissed your cheek. “Here you go my little love spring roll.” He said down next to you and turned on the TV. He held the mug at your neck height. In the Pinkie Pie mug sat a glittery pink reusable straw. You smiled and craned your neck down to take a sip without exposing anything but your face to the air. 

“Thank you, baby,” you hummed happily as he put on a bad comedy movie and diligently held the mug up for you. When you had drank it all, he put it down and tugged softly at the corner of your blanket. “Fine, you have earned cocoon rights…” you sigh as you open up the blanket long enough for Wade to also crawl under it. You hissed at his cold skin coming into contact with you. “Fuck you're so cold,” you complained as you wrapped your arms around him, warming him with your body heat. Wade tugged his head under your chin, drinking in your warmth and scent. 

“You'll have to deal with it baby. The nonnie requested cuddles.”

“The who?”

“Oh don't worry about it sweet cheeks.”

You diverted your eyes back to the screen. Wade had the tendency to wiggle around, but your steady arms around him kept him safe and warm. He was surprisingly still. You didn't make it to the credits, the warm coziness lulling you back into a peaceful slumber before dinner. When you woke up, you noticed two things. One, you were a lonely burrito. Two, you could smell take out. You rolled off the couch and followed your nose to the dinner table, where a white plastic back with red lanterns on it was waiting for you. The receipt was taped on top with the back facing you. Red ink adorned the back of the receipt, the message “will be back after killing some bad guys! Love you!” was surrounded by little hearts. A smile stretched over your face. How thoughtful. 

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wherever you go (a joel miller's ff) - chapter 5

chapter 4 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 6

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)

summary: after what happened a couple of months ago, you are ready to move forward. joel? not so much. he might need a little... prodding.

warnings: 18+, mdni. internal and verbal discussions of feelings, trauma and past relationships. some jealousy (if you squint very hard). porn with plot or plot with porn (however you wanna look at it). again, absolutely filthy smut because i don’t know any better (sorry not sorry). fluff. voyeurism (you spy on joel). masturbation (f and m). oral (f and m receiving). finger sucking. unprotected piv. praise kink. sir kink. size kink. cum eating. a bit of cum play. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. squirting. dirty talk. you are very needy in this one and joel is very possessive over you. soft!dom!joel. aftercare. pet names (darlin’, sweetheart, baby, honey). i'm sure i'm forgetting something lol. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 36. no use of y/n.  joel’s and reader’s pov.

a/n: hiya! first i want to thank you all for the positive feedback this series has gotten! [: i started writing this for myself mainly, and decided to post it here thinking that if a couple of people liked it, it'd make my heart happy. also, i have taken some licenses with joel's past, as neither the game nor the tv show gives many details (you'll understand what i mean). anyways! after the last chapter, our two protagonists (you!) deserve a bit of calm, peace and quiet... right? 😈 as always, thank you all for engaging. i do appreciate any comments, reblogs and/or likes you may want to leave! even asks/requests/side stories if you want to! take care lovelies <3 x

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August came around relatively quickly. Tommy had proposed you got closer to civilisation, which meant long trekking trips while the sunlight was still up. Joel agreed reluctantly, as he still thought that was dangerous. You just went along with it, letting them decide ― you didn’t really care where you ended up as long as the Millers were by your side.

Well, one of them especially.

At daytime you barely had time to yourself. However, the story was completely different at nighttime. The second you closed your eyes, snippets of what had happened two months ago flooded your memory. For the first few weeks, the nightmares were unbearable. You would wake up in the dead of night, sweaty and shaking.

And every time you woke up, Joel was by your side. He would hug you while you both laid on improvised beds, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Neither of you would talk, you would just cry in silence while your panic attack subsided ― Joel holding you throughout the whole episode. He had truly been a rock you could hold onto in the middle of a sea storm.

It got to the point where Tommy had started to realise that something was up between you two. Neither you nor Joel denied nor confirmed anything, although Tommy never asked. He would just look away when his brother would attend to you if you fell behind or would offer to do the first night shifts so Joel could be by your side at bedtime.

You were somewhat sure that Joel really cared about you. The way he would look at you… it sent shivers down your spine. The intensity in his eyes was hypnotising ― sometimes you would find yourself lost in his brown orbs, unable to look away. You also really cared about him.

You didn’t want to put a label to your feelings, mainly because you were not sure how Joel would react. You had come to understand that the man was prone to evade any topic about his feelings in general ― physical, emotional or otherwise. You could still not get him to tell you whenever he felt off. Since the blow to his head a couple of months back, Joel had been suffering with horrible headaches, to the point where he had fainted in a couple of instances.

The man was such a closed book you found out about his deceased wife the same way you knew about Sarah ― through Tommy. You assumed he had one or at least a partner at some point in time before the outbreak. The younger brother didn’t give you many details though, not that you asked either ― some wounds were better left untouched.

You liked Tommy a lot. He was a godsend ― so very different to Joel, but so similar in many ways. He was talkative and filled in long silences with stories about how they would cause mayhem at home when they were kids. You didn’t know if they were true or not, but they were entertaining nonetheless. You were under the impression that Tommy was the one who got into sticky situations and Joel was the one who had to fix them.

“I’m gonna go to the lake for a bit”, Joel told you, derailing your train of thought.

“No worries, I’ll get the fire going. Poor Tommy is always the one setting up camp”, you replied with a slight smile.

“Yeah, poor me, relegated to such unsignificant tasks”, said Tommy with a chuckle.

You smiled back and then looked in Joel’s direction. He was frowning at both of you, but quickly controlled his face expression.

“I’ll be back soon”, Joel crouched to look through his backpack, grabbing a couple of towels.

Something inside of you twisted. But you pushed the thought to the back of your head. You had already volunteered to start the fire.

You really tried to focus on the bonfire. And after a few attempts, you finally got it going. Joel had not come back yet from the lake ― it had only been ten minutes, but you were slightly worried in case he had lost consciousness again while no one was around.

“I’ll go check on him”, you told Tommy.

He looked at you with a sarcastic smile.

“Sure thing”, he replied while he started to skin a rabbit.

You rolled your eyes before you left in the direction Joel had gone.

You walked the hundred metres that separated the camp and the lake. The brothers had ensured the area was completely devoid of human existence before they decided to settle there for the night. You were now in Mark Twain National Forest, near St. Louis. You had checked out Kansas City a week ago, but both Tommy and Joel had deemed it too unsafe. So Chicago was your final destination. None of you knew what you would encounter there, but it was worth a try. The wilderness had not proven to be any safer.

Before you got to the bank of the lake, you spotted Joel in the water. He had his back towards you, your eager eyes checking out his broad shoulders, the water level up to his hips. He ran his fingers through his hair, slicking it back.

You stopped walking, somewhat mesmerised, your head slightly tilted to one side with curiosity. In the last two months, you had discovered a new side to Joel you didn’t know he had.

You guessed that what happened that night also affected him in a different way it did you. After he almost decapitated that man, you saw guilt in his eyes when he looked at you ― you still sometimes caught a glimpse of it to this day. As you found out later, that culpability was because he felt responsible for what those men did to you ― he really thought he could have done more. And he did in a sense, because for the next couple of days he hunted down every man in that group until there was no one left to hurt you. Apparently, that was not enough in his eyes, although it was in yours. But as much as you tried to explain that to him, it just wouldn’t sink in. He was so stubborn it made you go crazy sometimes.

Although Joel had been there for you emotionally, he had not touched you for the last two months. You managed to steal a few kisses from him and that was it. He had been extremely cautious with you in that respect. You were relieved he was as you tried to come to terms with what had happened, but after a few weeks it started to feel… frustrating. You were not broken and despite what he thought, you still had needs.

He suddenly looked over his right shoulder, offering you his side profile ― to you, he was gorgeous. Feeling like a child caught causing mischief, you quickly hid behind a tree. Joel looked around, eyebrows touching in confusion, but then he shook his head as if he was imagining things and proceeded to cup his hands in the water to wet his face.

You couldn’t not watch. You instantly realised that was the first time you saw him naked. The last ―and, regrettably, the only― time you two had sex, he was fully clothed. There was something very intimate about seeing him washing up.

You were so transfixed on the picture in front of you it was like the world had disappeared around you. Joel rubbed his skin with a hand towel ― his strong arms, his chest, his back, his lower stomach… Your breath quickened a bit, your heart picking up a pace. Everything about him invited you in ― it wasn’t only his rugged appearance that appealed to you, but also his character.

You started to feel hot. Had the temperature suddenly gone up? It seemed like it. Joel put the hand towel on his left shoulder. When you saw his right hand disappear below the water in front of him, your mouth went dry wishing it was your hand. You wanted to help him clean his manhood so badly ― memories of his delightful cock rocking you into a trance short-circuited your brain.

Before you could stop yourself, you placed one hand on your belly, biting your bottom lip. You finally gave in to temptation, pushing past the edge of your panties. You dipped two fingers in your slit, doing circular movements around your clit. Your eyes, albeit halfway closed in pleasure, could not leave Joel as he kept on freshening up. You pushed down your fingers a bit more, sliding one of them in your needy hole.

You closed your eyes, a half-smile showing on the corner of your lips. That felt so good. If Joel was going to do nothing about it ― fine, you would. Still behind the tree, out of sight, you held on to the bark with your free hand, upping the rhythm of your wet fingers, your thumb rubbing that tight knot in your fold. Then you slightly opened your eyes again ― you wanted to stare at Joel while you came.

But he wasn’t there anymore. You frowned, confused, but you were too busy to worry about that right now. So you closed your eyes again to fully focus on the task at hand. You leaned your forehead against the tree, feeling your orgasm wash over you with intensity. You pressed your lips, suppressing a moan as to not alert Joel of your presence.

“Am I interrupting?”, his soft voice forced you to glance in his direction with starry eyes.

He was on your righthand side, just half a metre away from you. Entirely naked in all his glory, an erection creeping up on him. You were speechless, partially because you had been caught spying on him and partially because you were still feeling the last remnants of your climax, your inner walls crying for something to choke.

“I―I…”, you really tried to excuse yourself, but your voice faltered when your eyes checked him out from top to bottom.

His body was chiselled, his muscles somewhat defined, especially around his waist. He had a pronounced V line with a hairy, happy trail which you avidly followed with your eyes until you were gifted with the sight of his veiny cock. You unconsciously licked your bottom lip.

Your fingers were still dunked in your warm pussy. Joel grabbed your wrist and took your hand out of your underwear, raising it to eye level. Your digits were sticky, covered in your own cum. You should feel ashamed, but you definitely didn’t. Not with him. Joel looked into your eyes, and, without breaking visual contact, he brought your slick fingers closer to his face. With no hesitation, he opened his mouth and pushed them into it, licking them clean. You felt your cunt gushing, eyelids half closed. You could have easily come again for him, but he released your fingers far too quickly for your liking.

“You naughty girl”, he whispered as he pulled you from the wrist to get you closer to his chest. “You taste even better than what I imagined”.

“I didn’t think you were…”

“Aware of your presence? Always, darlin’”, he finished for you.

Your cheeks blushed when he freed your wrist and lifted your chin up. His thumb caressed your bottom lip, his mouth just an inch away from yours. You bowed to kiss him, but he backed up a little, denying you.

“Are you sure you wanna do this, sweetheart?”, he asked, you could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

You nodded vehemently.

“Yes, please, Joel, I really need to feel you, to have you fuck me senseless”, you emphasized, short-breathed.

He seemed to consider your words for longer than what was acceptable. You saw his eyes flying between yours and your lips.

“Please?”, you begged.

Your prayers might have been heard, because he leaned forward, brushing your mouth with his.

“Then go down on your knees, darlin’”, he whispered against your lips.

You silently gasped as your clit pulsed at his words. You were delighted to follow his command, and so you kneeled compliantly.

When your knees touched the grass, his cock was at eye level. You couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. His dick was as big as you remembered, the memory of it filling you up still haunted you. It was so erected now that the tip touched his belly button. Joel looked so strained you thought he had to be in pain. And you were more than willing to help him alleviate it.

You moved your hand forward, but before you could try to wrap your fingers around him, Joel stopped you.

“No, with your mouth”, was his order.

You intertwined your fingers on your lower back and inclined your heard towards him. You gazed up at him, his jawline very tense. You let your tongue out and shyly tapped his glans with the tip. Joel closed his eyes immediately and grumbled loudly as his cock twitched in front of you.

That was all you needed to spur you on. You widely opened your mouth to house his manhood and sealed your lips around the head, the tip of your tongue trying to push open the slit on his foreskin. You played with him for a bit while your jaw relaxed. Then you started to push him in further and further down your mouth, as far as you could take him. His glans pushed past your uvula, you could barely breathe, just as you had imagined a few months ago ― a dream come true. You bobbed your head back and forth, feeling him in your throat, your eyes watering. But you were still not close to have his dick entirely in your mouth ― he was so damn big.

Joel growled in ecstasy as he looked down to you. The sight of you on your knees with your mouth stuffed, bright beautiful eyes, your tongue maliciously inciting him… He just couldn’t believe how giving you were.

“Look at you with your mouth so full”, he said placing one of his hands under your chin. He could feel his own cock expanding your throat. “You look so damn pretty, baby”.

You leaned back a bit, releasing most of his erection except for the tip. With the help of one hand you started pumping his shaft, the other gently massaging his balls. Joel eyed you intensely while you ate him up like a lollypop. His salty flavour inundated all your senses, your eyes pinned on his.

His fingers clenched in frustration.

“Shit, stop, I’m gonna come”, he mumbled as he pushed back to free his dick from your wicked lips.

No way in hell, you thought. He was not about to deny you that. You had been thinking about this moment for fucking months, you wouldn’t let him take that pleasure away from you.

You grasped him by his ass, your palms firmly pressing on his buttocks to take his cock even deeper. You then gave him head as best as you knew how, fastening the rhythm when you felt the pulsation coming from him.

“Fuck, baby―”, he moaned your name as he came in your hot, wet cavity.

You felt his spent hit the back of your throat. It was so tangy and musky. You swallowed all of it. Ah, delicious, you thought gleefully. You let go of his ass and released his dick from the prison of your lips.

You placed the palms of your hands on your knees, still on the ground, and glanced up at him innocently with a sweet smile painting your face. You then opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out to show Joel you had eaten all his cum ― a bridge of spit connecting the tip of your tongue to his glans.

He dropped one hand to break off the arch of saliva between you and him with his index, and fed it to you ― you gladly accepted, sucking his finger clean.

“Did I do good, sir?”, you asked with a small voice, looking for praise.

“Good? You did fucking splendid, sweetheart”, you beamed with the compliment and got up to your feet when he offered you a hand.

He took your hand, walking behind him as he headed towards the lake. He turned around to face you and kissed you slowly, his tongue caressing your palate. He then took a step back. The sun was setting on his back, the orange and red lighting reflecting off the waterbed. His brown eyes, bearded jaw, hooked nose, his hair curling at the nape of his neck… He looked like a roman God ― Mars, you thought. Joel looked like a man about to fight for his life and yours on the battlefield.

He sat down on a massive flat rock one metre away from the bank of the lake, which was approximately two metres wide in both directions.

“Now undress for me, baby”, he instructed.

You did not hesitate ― all your clothing fell to your feet, piece by piece, while Joel eagerly watched the show you put on. He wetted his bottom lip while he readjusted his cock on his lap. You stood there with dreamy eyes, awaiting. He motioned one hand towards the rock he was sat on, an invitation for you to join him.

Once you were sat on his right, he placed his left hand around the front of your neck ― a very slight touch that forced you to flatten your back against the rock while he positioned himself on top of you. He bit your chin while his left hand put a sweet amount of pressure on your throat. You could tell he was controlling himself.

“My turn”, he whispered, coming off you.

He got off the rock, kneeling on the ground in front of you. You put your elbows down on the rock to lift your torso and be able to look at him, your knees bent, the sole of your feet against the cold surface of the rocky platform. Joel grabbed you by the hips and scooted your ass over to the edge of the rock. Your legs were firmly pressed against each other, trying to hide your quivering cunt ― suddenly you felt shy.

“Spread your legs open for me, darlin’, lemme see”, he commended you with his hands on your knees.

You couldn’t say no to him, you didn’t want to. So you obeyed, dropping your legs to the sides, offering him your dripping fold. He traced your slit with his index, and you moaned.

“You’re so fucking wet already. So receptive, aren’t you?”, he asked looking at you dead in the eye, his finger sinking in between your legs, looking for the entrance. “Who gets your pussy so wet?”, he pushed his fingertip in your hole, and you groaned loudly. “Who, darlin’? Use your words”.

“You, only you, sir”, you gasped.

“This is mine”. He pushed in the second phalange.

You closed your eyes, trying to control your breathing.

“All yours, yes”.

His finger got completely sucked in down to his knuckle, stroking your g-spot. You harshly pressed your lips.

“Exactly, don’t you dare forget that”, his tone was so serious you looked at him enigmatically, not really understanding where that sudden possessiveness came from, but you loved every bit of it. And you were more than happy to put his doubts to rest.

You nodded frantically.

“I would never, sir, I swear my pussy is all yours”, you really meant it.

“As it should be”, he added a second finger as he leaned forward and kissed your mound.

You sighed, eyes teary, and flattened your back against the rock again, as Joel made out with the fatty skin above your clit. He introduced a third finger, all of them rubbing your anterior wall. Then his mouth dropped and sucked in your clit. Your knees trembled while you held both of your breasts, playing with your nipples and biting down your lip to stop your wanton screams. He insisted with his kissing until your wet cunt started fluttering around his fingers, a clear tell you were about to come. He stroked your clit with his teeth, very lightly, sending shivers up your spine. Your legs pressed against his head, tension building up. And then, finally, sweet release. You came so hard on his mouth, and he drank it all.

He unburied his head from in between your legs and glanced at you with a sufficient smile.

“You taste even better directly from your creamy cunt, baby”, you were glad he was so talkative during sex, especially if it was to praise you.

Joel placed the palm of his hand over your mound, his fingers covering your damp pussy, and rubbed with just the right amount of friction. You exhaled slowly.

“I’m gonna make you come again”, he promised.

You pursed your lips, your cunt palpitating at the prospect.

“I don’t know if I can―”, you uttered under your breath.

He raised an eyebrow, almost as if he was offended. Joel grabbed your thighs and pulled towards him; the back of your knees placed on his shoulders.

“Don’t doubt me, of course you can. I said I’ll make you”, his mouth was so close to your moist pussy you felt his cool breath on your damp skin.

You whimpered when his tongue swept your entire slit unhurriedly, from your perineum to your clit, his hand climbing up your body to squeeze one of your breasts firmly. Joel repeated that move a few times ― and your brain chemistry would be changed forever after that. He briefly pinched your nipple while he paid special attention to the core of your pleasure. Joel smothered your clit with his lips ― you closed your eyes while placing a hand over his on your boob.

Joel’s tongue stopped torturing you for a second. He nudged your clit with the tip of his hooked nose and then inhaled your sweet smell. That scent was making him go wild with lust to the point where he started fisting his cock, the tip already leaking with precum. He flattened his tongue against your swollen lips, wiggling it through the slit to touch your needy hole. He could not believe you were this wet for him ― if he had the chance, he would drink from your seeping fold every single day. This was how ambrosia tasted like ― he was damn sure of it.

He placed his hands to each side of your puffy flaps to spread your pussy open, while the tip of his tongue slipped inside of you. Your free hand flew to his head, fisting a handful of hair. Your toes clenched as he started to fuck your hole with his tongue. You felt your whole uterus contracting so hard it was almost painful. Your cum started to ooze out as a new orgasm hit you with full force, yelling his name. Joel did not waste any of it, licking it off you shamelessly.

What just happened ― that felt like sin, the most beautiful sin you had ever experienced. Your breathing was so irregular you thought you were going to have a heart attack. Then you heard Joel snickering as he got back up to his feet.

“See? Told ya”, he said smugly as you placed the elbows on the rock to lift your chest and glance at him.

He was jerking off, his cock ready for you again. You sat back up and leaned forward, your hands on his muscular thighs as you kissed the slippery tip, the shaft, then his balls. You showered pecks all over his manhood, worshipping it.

“S-sorry, sir, can I ask? Is your cock only mine? P-please?”, you asked in between smooches, almost panting, looking at him with puppy eyes.

Joel’s irises were swirling with desire, his hips slightly slanted forward towards your mouth, his dick visibly spasming while he caressed your cheek.

“All yours, yes”, he replicated your exact words, your heart fluttering with contempt.

You smiled at him before licking his testicles again ― your hand pushing his shaft against his lower belly to give you better access. Your eyes never abandoned his as your saliva covered his soft ball sacks.

This time he did step back, and you let him.

“I need you inside me, please”, you murmured.

His jaw was so tight he didn’t dare to speak. Joel could feel his heartbeat on his cock, all because of you and your wanton mouth. You looked so damn beautiful ― on your knees, staring at him through your eyelashes, patiently waiting. He knew you very well by now, fully conscious that as sweet as you were acting now, that was it ― an act. And he loved every bit of it. He liked the way you replied to him when sex wasn’t involved, taking no shit from anyone, your snarky remarks driving him crazy.

Joel sat down on the rock and motioned for you to join him on his lap. You joyfully obliged, sitting atop of him. Your knees to each side of his waist, your bust against his, skin to skin. Your nipples grazed his chest, becoming harder at the electric contact. He cupped both of your boobs and pushed them up, so he could kiss them tenderly. You sighed, your mouth against his ear. Still holding your breasts, he unattached his lips from your nipples to peck your chin.

“Fuck me, darlin’”.

You looked down between you two. His erection was so prominent you knew it was hurting him. And you could ease that pain for him. Heaving, you lifted your hips up and grabbed his dick. It was hard but soft at the same time, velvety, very warm and beating. So sensitive to the touch he groaned ― music to your ears. You hugged his neck with your free arm as you guided his tip to your leaking entrance.

With a sudden drop of your hips, you impaled yourself harshly ― his bollocks kissing your tumid lips. You circled your hips against his, very slowly, which made you both moan in unison. Then you raised your body, his cock slipping out completely. Holding him from the base, you came down on him sharply again.

Joel was close to losing his mind. If you did that one more time, he wasn’t going to be able to hold it for much longer. You seemed to understand that, because you started to rock your hips back and forth, up and down. He kneaded your ass, feeling your rhythm, spurring you on. His fingers squeezed the skin under them while he kissed your collarbone. His mind was completely blank ― he could only focus on your sweet pussy hugging him, choking him. His dick felt so wet, so hot, throbbing for release… You kept on riding him, your movements growing erratic as you both were close to climax.

You surrounded Joel’s neck with both arms, pressing your breasts against his handsome face, your hips flushed with his, as your cunt angrily convulsed around his erection in blissful liberation. Joel held it together while you recovered, his hands still on your ass cheeks, fingers so clutched they were close to dislocating.

“Baby, if you don’t get off, I’m―”, pain smeared his tone. He was really fighting for his life right there and then.

“Oh, sorry”, you said with a small voice, still feeling your own pleasure. You elevated your hips, so his manhood popped out with a squelching sound.

You were not going to leave him hanging, obviously. So you kneeled before him, in between his strong legs, and kissed his tip. Joel sighed loudly when you closed off your lips around him for the second time today and pumped his shaft fast and strong, milking him dry. A minute later, your throat was clogged with his spent. A drop of it trickled down the corner of your mouth.

Joel leaned forward and caught the cum off the corner of your mouth with his thumb before rubbing it on your lips. Then he kissed you wetly, devouring you. He could never have enough of you.

“Thank you, sir”, you whispered with a smile when he was done assaulting your mouth.

He just smiled back. A genuine smile, the first you had seen from him. It tugged at your heart a little.

You were still feeling restless. Although you had orgasmed four times already, your pussy lips were so inflamed you thought you were on your way down to hell. Still on your knees in front of him, you softly massaged your sensitive clit. It was burning ― you suppressed a sob as you glanced up at him, lips slightly parted.

“What is it? Is your tight pussy still gushing, sweetheart?”, he asked you, cupping your chin.

You nodded, tears of frustration blurring your vision.

“I need more, I can’t ― my pussy is on fire, sir”, you muttered, feeling sorry for yourself. You were in a heightened state of sensory overload.

“Let me help you with that then”, you almost cried of relief at his words.

You quickly got up and kneeled on top of his lap again. He slipped a hand in between your bodies to caress your core. Your flesh trembled at the touch. Suddenly you realised you desperately needed to find your own rhythm ― you didn’t have to communicate it, Joel understood it in a second. He stopped and let you do what you had to do. You placed the palm of your hands on his shoulders and started rubbing your pussy against the side of his still hand. You slid your cunt further up to his elbow, and then returned back to his wrist. Your clit greedily welcomed the tingling sensation of the hair on his forearm against your wet slit.

You kept on rocking your hips back and forth on his forearm, pressing hard against it, sliding, rubbing and causing as much friction as you could, the heat in your belly flowing down to your crotch. You buried your fingers in his wet hair and tilted his head backwards so you could rest your forehead against his. Your inner walls contracted extremely hard and then you let go, squirting plentifully for a few never-ending seconds on Joel’s forearm. Your overstimulated cunt was leaking on top of him as if someone had opened the tap of your pleasure and couldn’t close it. When the last wave of your climax abandoned you, you looked down to see how it all trickled down from his forearm onto his lap.

You closed your eyes, content, when he gently tapped your pussy a few times. You breathed in deeply, feeling completely satisfied, finally at peace. Then you pecked his lips with gratitude.

“Better now, baby?”.

“Yes, infinitely better. I―I’m sorry I made a mess”.

“Don’t you apologise for that”.

You both remained in that position for a few minutes ― his now relaxed, wet cock warmly lodged between the flaps of your still dribbling cunt. He hugged your waist to bring you closer to him, his mouth brushing yours in a moment of calmness you had not experienced with him yet.

When his lips released yours, you placed your cheek against his right shoulder, your fingertips tracing the scar on it. Silence ensued, neither of you felt the need to fill it with words.

As much as you fought against yourself, you had feelings for Joel. Although you probably didn’t know all his faces, you knew enough about him to love him. The way he would have you on your tiptoes with his sarcastic comments, his bluntness, his rudeness, the way he would snap back at you when you pressed his buttons ― but also his kindness, his caring side, his softness, how he worried about you making sure you were okay, his demanding sexual needs, the way he made you feel when his hands mapped out your skin.

But you were not sure what he thought about all of this. In some respects, his mind was inscrutable. It was part of his charming personality, you guessed. You kissed the scar on his shoulder as he buried his face in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“I love how you smell”, he murmured.

“Is that the only thing you love about me?”, you couldn’t resist, the words just slipped out of your mouth. You wished you could take them back, but it was too late for that.

Joel slightly froze in place at your question. He couldn’t deny that he had started to develop feelings for you. The way you looked at him made him want to be a better person. Although you drove him crazy sometimes, you made his days bearable, a shining beautiful light amongst so much darkness. You were his lighthouse, guiding him to shore. He just needed to learn how to surf through the violent waves before he could safely approach the coast.

Knowing how close he had been to losing you had opened his eyes to a new, unknown reality. He would literally kill for you if he had to ― he had already done it and would do it all over again without blinking. No regrets whatsoever.

But he had some unresolved trust issues when it came to romantic relationships. Joel married Sarah’s mother, Charlotte, when they were both twenty-one years old, as soon as they knew they were expecting. The first two years were very hard on them both, parenthood was not a piece of cake. Resentment had grown between them, to the point where Charlotte had accused him of robbing her of her fun years, which led her to cheat on him. They tried to salvage their marriage for the sake of Sarah, but they never did ― Charlotte died in a car accident while on a heated, angry phone call with Joel.

He locked away those thoughts ― it wasn’t the time nor the place to dwell on the past. Not when he had you with him.

“I… well, no. I love everything about you, sweetheart”, he conceded.

Your heart skipped a beat with joy. No, it wasn’t a love confession, but it was much more than what you were expecting of him. You turned your face against his neck and placed a kiss on his Adam’s apple.

“C’mon, let’s freshen up, I want to clean my mess off you, I do feel a bit bad”, you said with a chuckle.

You got off his lap, the cool breeze touching your sweaty skin. You offered him a hand, which he took, standing up behind you. Without letting go of his fingers interlaced with yours, you guided him to the water. It was cold, but you ventured inside with Joel following you. When the level was up to your waist, you turned around in Joel’s embrace.

You proceeded to wash off your cum and his off his cock, his lap, his forearm. When you were done, he kissed the top of your head. His left hand did the same to you, his fingers caressing your pussy, cleaning the proof of your shared pleasure. He did so not in a sexual way, but in a caring, intimate way. A minute later, you both disappeared beneath the water to emerge a second later, to wash off all the sweat. You found yourself in his arms again, your cheek against his chest ― you could hear his heart beating loudly but steadily.

“Joel, I―”, you didn’t know where to start. There were thoughts you had been wanting to put into words for a while now. “What happened to me sucks and I still die a bit inside when the memories come back at night. But none of it was your fault, nor mine. I do not want those bastards to win, to ruin my life. And my life with you. And I know it will take time to heal that part of me, or maybe it will never heal, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you. I want you so badly, Joel, but what I do not want is you walking on eggshells around me. I’m not broken, I want to move forward, not get stuck in the past. Do you understand what I mean?”, you asked, your cheek still against his chest, looking up at him.

His eyes were focused on yours. His heart shrunk a bit, sharing your pain. If he could, he would take it away, all of it ― the fear, the panic attacks, the agony, the memories, the nightmares. But he couldn’t change the past. So, he nodded.

“I do, honey”, he whispered as he bowed down to place a gentle kiss on your lips.

You both stood there for a few more minutes, hugging each other in silence. Then Joel grumpily ended the embrace.

“We should get back, Tommy is going to kill us”.

You laughed because it was so true. You both got out of the lake, towelled down and got dressed. You started walking towards the campsite besides him ― your hand in his, fingers entangled. When you saw the tent and Tommy’s outline against the fire, you got ready to release his hand. But he didn’t let go when Tommy turned around to look at both of you.

You tried to hide a soft smile ― and failed.

The younger Miller noticed you holding hands but made no comment about it. But he did smile. A very wide smile.

“Well, about damn time, dinner is almost ready”, he said with amusement, pointing to the rabbit impaled with a stick roasting on top of the fire. “If you took any longer, the rabbit was going to come back to life and run away”.

“Always so theatrical, Tommy”, you chuckled.

[krirebr]

Hello, my dear Kris! So after reading the newest fic from the Trapped AU… I just can’t stop thinking about those two. And you know me… I’m all about making my heart hurt with a little angst…

Can we get a snippet or drabble or your thoughts on an angsty moment -and Andy’s surprisingly soft reaction- that takes reader by surprise by the end of it…

Maybe she’s not feeling well and missing all the comforts of her old life- the things she would do when not feeling well prior to this life with Andy

Or maybe, after accidentally seeing a calendar while cleaning in Andy’s office, reader realized a special day has passed or is approaching.

Or maybe she feels a twinge of jealousy when she sees another beautiful women flirting with Andy and she’s so thrown- never once thinking she could ever feel that way with about him

Any little bit of angst where Andy uncharacteristically (at least for now) comforts her in the softest way possible- and maybe this is her kryptonite (and maybe it even turns her on a little) Would Andy use this new knowledge to his advantage? Of course he would 😈

I just want him to be soft and not so terrifying 🥺😭🫠

My heart is so torn 😭🫠

I love them and even him- you evil mastermind!

(Kris 👆while writing this lovely verse)

(Also- I LOVE trash pandas, so I hope you are not offended that I depicted you as one in your evil genius mode 😅)

Carly! I love this prompt! I had to think really hard about the inciting incident, but once I thought of it, I knew exactly what to do. This Andy can absolutely get soft. That's part of what he wants in his perfect life! It'll just always be on his terms. 😈

And no offense at all at the trash panda! That's exactly what I look like when coming up with ideas for this verse. 😏

Pairing: Andy Barber x f!reader - from Trapped AU

Warnings: Just general kidnapping/basement wife/toxic relationship warnings that come with this AU. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

It started with a mug.

Andy presented it to you about a week after you moved upstairs. It was your favorite color (your real actual favorite, not something he’d decided you liked) and had a pretty vine pattern etched into it. It was your mug. You drank your tea out of it every day. And you tried to tell yourself that it was bad because everything that came from him was bad. But it was yours. No one else drank out of it. Only you. It felt like the only thing in the world that you actually owned. 

And so, as you looked at the shattered pieces on the floor, as you told yourself that this was fine, that it was just another thing in this house full of things, all you felt was immense, gut-wrenching loss. You sank down next to the pile of shards on the ground. Maybe you could piece it back together, or, or– You didn’t know what to do. And you knew you were being ridiculous but you started crying. Sobbing. You’d already lost so much. And now the last thing on earth that belonged to you was gone too, and you were the one who destroyed it.

You heard Andy’s footsteps come into the kitchen, but you couldn’t see him from where you were crouched behind the island. “What was that crash?” he asked, harshly. The sob you let out brought him around to where you were. He looked down at you, his hands on his hips. “What happened here?”

You looked up at him through your teary eyes. He was going to be so upset with you. “I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened. It fell, and, and– it’s gone now.” You tried to wipe your face clean, but you couldn’t stem the stream of tears.

“You didn’t throw it?” Andy asked.

“No! No, I would never!” You hoped he could see how sincere you were. 

He sighed and crouched down in front of you. “Explain to me why you’re so upset.”

You struggled for a moment, no idea how to put everything you were feeling into words. And you were so scared of saying the wrong thing. Finally, all you could come up with was, “You gave it to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as his face completely softened, no hint of anger or a coming reprimand remaining on it. He gently grasped your elbows, “Here, let’s get you up. I don’t want you to hurt yourself on any of the shards.” 

He raised you up slowly, then guided you into one of the stools at the counter. Then he went to the little kitchen closet and grabbed the broom and dustpan. As he started to clean up, you rushed to stand. Andy hardly ever cleaned anything. That was your job. “Oh no,” you tried to stop him. “That’s ok, I can do it!”

He just hushed you, as he quickly made a pile of the shards and scooped them into the pan, and then into the trash. “See?” he said, “all done. It’s fine.” He ushered you into the living room and pulled you down into his lap on the couch, wrapping you tight in his arms. “I’ll get you a new one,” he said softly. “Even prettier than the last one.”

Without even thinking about it, you laid your head on his shoulder, as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered. “I’m so glad you’re here. You make me so happy.” You knew you should hate that. You knew that it should make you angry. But you were just so relieved that he wasn’t upset with you, you couldn’t help but sink into him. 

After a few moments of just cuddling, he spoke again, his low voice right next to your ear. “I think you need a break, huh? How about we just spend the day together? Your chores can wait til tomorrow. We’ll even order dinner in tonight. How’s that sound?”

You were so worn out, from your sobbing, yes, but also, from everything, so all you could do was nod into his shoulder.

“Ok, then that’s what we’ll do. Just me and my good girl,” he said, his voice maybe the gentlest you’d ever heard.

“Thank you, Andy,” you sighed.

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[kombuuuu]

gwen romantic hcs or scenario please? 🥺🤲

Spidery Romance.

Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader

another bunch of headcanons (and snippets, ur favs) with my favourite girl 🤍

GWENNBBBBB MMMWMAH HHHNG WEBEWEBWEEEHHHH

Gwen: Blue

You: Pink

Dad Stacy: Black

A cat..: Purple

mom friend this, mom friend that

how about just mommy?

is a HUGEE comfort roll in the realtionship

will do little things for you that you wouldn’t even realise

like keeping random containers because she knows you like them

jars 🫙 🤍‼️

she loves taking care of you, loves being who you go to for things

it makes her feel needed, which we know she struggles with

so she loves a partner who’s more co-dependent, like she is

“Baby?”

“Help.”

“Honey, what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Open it, please“ :(

“Oh, you sweet thing… What are you going to do with an empty pickle jar.”

“You’ve eaten all the pickles?”

“I’m… going to grow an ecosystem.”

ABSOLUTELY steals shit for you

she’s not rich, seeing as she doesn’t exacccctly live in her own universe

hey, star crossed lovers are multiversel..

so she steals

just nicks things from the mall she thinks you’ll like

little trinkets or anything small and shiny she can find

also cat figures

small, cute cats. she loves anything about them and will go out of her way to take em for you

(you think she just wants to deny the fact she loves the cats. or stealing)

your OWN little klepto cat

(you both love that game)

“Hey, Sweets.”

“Oh-! You’re home!”

“And I brought a cat.”

*gasp* “What breed !!”

“No clue, but look it’s tail moves.”

Will take you out to movie dates any time she can.

never really knew how to treat a lady so she takes notes from stupid eighties shows

will throw rocks at your window

or climb up the tree next to your house and break in even though she could just go thru the front door.

buys (steals) chocolates in heart shapes and roses to decorate your bed

it’s not even valentines she just wants too

don’t forget the candles and scented bath salts with a whole ass spa set up in your bathroom

“Baby? Wh—“

“[Name]! I missed you.”

“I missed you too, babe.”

“What are the flowers for?”

“Our anniversary’s not ‘til September.”

“Beautiful, we don’ need a reason. Just wanna appreciate you.”

smile and giggle like a little bitch? of course you will

Will eventually tell you about her spider woman endeavours

she’s guilty of hiding it from you

when you trust her so much

slipping out of your shared bed at night to go patrol feels

dirty.

She finally caved to her subconscious and spills it

you don’t freak out on her but she can tell you’re stressed

she tries to comfort you even when you have to opportunity to ruin her life

you could end it between the two of u right then and she’d forgive you

but not herself

“I’m spider-woman.”

“What?”

“The hero, [Name]. Well, vigilante I guess—“

“What the hell.”

“Baby, please. I know I should’ve told you sooner—“

“Do you know how much danger you’re in? Are you crazy? What happens if you get hurt and I’m not here? Fighting crime like that. Fighting villains.”

“I know, sweet girl, I know.”

she comforts you through it while you basically have an existential crisis in her name

you’re more scared she’s going to get hurt

or worse

than you are betrayed,

you can get why she kept this a secret

it takes you a couple week to hone down the worrying

gwen is hella patient with you 🫶

“I don’t like this. You’re putting yourself in harms way, and it’s careless,”

Guilty stare

“,But i’m not gonna stop you.”

“Thank you, [Name].”

“Please don’t die on me.”

“I won’t, baby.”

and when your finally calm you can kind of see the appeal in it

she convinces you to let her swing you around the city

and despite you both knowing you’re probably gonna pass the fuck out

you agree cause it’s cute

“Gwen.”

“Yeah baby?”

“I think—, maybe you don’t understand what I mean by ‘I don’t like heights’.”

“Wh— Oh.”

“What d’yu mean ‘Oh.’?!! You only just realised??”

“I come up here so often, it’s like a second thought!”

“It’s the fucking Empire state!”

“Ehh…”

She’ll take you nice places around brooklyn

mostly high up

to let you see the view

and to finally see you in it

she draws you any chance she gets

especially when she takes you to those places

shes been to em so often that she’s got muscle memory for the line to every building, but now she gets to trace the contour of your face around it too

will web you to the building if you ask

just so you won’t fall

“You know there’s not a single universe where I wouldn’t catch you, right.”

“There’s a first for everything,”

She snorts “Sugar—“

“I love you, Gwen. And trust you with my life. I do not, however trust wind.”

“Understandable, love you too.”

When you meet her dad he’s a little skeptical at first

only because you’re so nervous and he’s taught to be suspicious as a cop

but eventually he likes you, and you him

your both like old pals and it confuses gwen

he takes on a very fatherly position in your life

one you missed out on

gwen is ecstatic

the two people she loves the most in the world like each other

the stars aligned for her

she tells you about her struggles with him and is glad it doesn’t affect either of your relationships

“Do you treat my daughter well?”

“Dad, please.”

“Gwen, it’s okay. I’d like to think I am, sir.”

“Cause if you hurt my little girl, everything you do to her will feel a lot worse for you.”

“Dad!”

“I would never hurt your daughter Mr.Stacy, I love her. It’d be stupid of me to let her go.”

He smiled and clapped your back

*groan* “Why.”

she likes to keep you comfy

kinda has a thing for the housewife vibe

so she’s willing to do a lot for you

she’ll notice how empty it is in your house when she’s not there

it’s quiet and lonely

so totally for you (and not also her)

she’ll get you a cat

a small black american bobtail

she had found him while on patrol

saw a box left littered at the park and decided to pick it up

closer she got, more ‘mews’ she heard.

when she saw a short, stumpy looking kitten in the box

her heart melted

so obviously she took it

“For [Name].”

‘mew :3’

“Co-parenting practice.”

‘mmrp’

“God damn it.”

loves the cat with her whole heart

and so do you

you name it Peter

he’s adopted but he doesn’t need to know that

when he does something bad you threaten (emptily) to put him in back out in the street

“Go get a box, Peter. I’m gonna make your momma put you back where she found you.”

“He can’t understand you, baby.”

“Yes he can, look at how he’s looking at me!”

“See his face!? He’s so mocking me!”

:3

“Sure, baby.”

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EEE 🤭🤭🤭

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Ask and ye shall receive 😝

You actually have perfect timing though because I just thought of some new themes and was going to send in more asks soon! So first we have the stories where Chris is Going Through It™️ (to very different degrees across the stories but still). In order of severity of his struggles:

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 (LOVING THIS ONE SO HAPPY ITS BEING PUBLISHED!! I’ve been following along the snippets the whole time but it’s so fun to read it all through and see all the parts I missed. And that last part where Eddie finally got to Chris and he’s so out of it!! So engaging I can’t wait to see the full picture of what’s happening!)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (covids getting to him :( poor kid! All three of his parents are going to help him get through it together! Also covid means we’re approaching Buckley parents’ visit territory! I’m pumped for the angst!)

🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩🪩 (oh boy the probie better not screw up the florist visit! I’m definitely worried it’s gonna go wrong! And I really want to know what Buck’s surprise is!!! This story is so adorable and sweet and funny and I’m really loving it!)

- PCA <3

THIS WORKED GREAT FOR US!

Great theme. So true. Why am I hurting him?

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“I have,” Adriana says. “And, wait… Eddie, you’ve killed people, too. Right?”

Eddie frowns at her. “Yes. In Afghanistan.”

“See, Mom? Eddie and I have killed. Sophia puts things down for a living.”

“Well, I do more than that,” Sophia grumbles. 

“We’ve got a sort of grit I just don’t think you have,” Adriana says. 

Eddie swallows anxiously. He’s not sure challenging her to a game of chicken is the route he’d take. But he got them this far. Maybe it’s time to pass the baton. 

“See, I don’t think any of this was thought out ahead of time,” Adriana says. “And I get that. Hell, do I ever. You’re not playing chess here, Mom. You’re just surviving. Trying to hold your little delusion together. Every decision you make is out of desperation.”

Eddie waits for Helena to reach across the table and strike her. It doesn’t happen. 

“So do it, Mom,” Adriana says. “Let him go or kill him. I don’t think you’ve really thought through what will happen if you choose the latter.”

Their mother locks her jaw. Her eyes flicker between Adriana and Ramon. There’s an incredibly tense moment where Eddie has no idea how this will go. And then enough moments pass, and he realizes Adriana is right. If Helena was serious about murdering their dad, she would have already. She’s right - it’s all been an act to hold her flimsy life together. 

“Three…” Adriana says. “Two…”

Helena opens her mouth, as if she’s about to command Ramon to do it. To stab himself. Sophia flinches. Eddie holds his breath. His mother’s mouth snaps shut. 

“One,” Adriana finishes. 

Helena exhales, defeated.

Adriana turns to their father. “Dad, you can let go of the knife now. You don’t have to listen to her, remember? You can think for yourself.”

Helena starts to cry.

Ramon inhales heavily. His eyes flicker around, conflicted. 

“It’s okay, Dad,” Adriana says. “You can let go.”

Like he’s been resuscitated, Ramon gasps and drops the knife. He stands and takes a few frantic steps backward, bumping into a cabinet and nearly knocking over some crystalware. He looks terrified. He looks small, in a way.

“What’s happening?” He demands. “Helena, what did you do?” 

Eddie looks between them both. His parents. He spent so many years afraid of them. His father especially, but his mother as well. Afraid of their judgement. Their lectures. Their hands. Their punitive attitudes towards his decisions. Their willingness to rip his son from him. And now he’s looking at them and he’s just… Unafraid. Saddened. This is pathetic. This is all so damn pathetic. 

And something in Eddie’s chest just kind of unlocks. Like a stiff joint cracking. 

“Mom,” Eddie says. “Tell him what you did.”

“No, no,” Helena begs. “Please. This doesn’t have to-”

“Tell him!” Eddie snaps. “Tell him what we are.”

Ramon looks at Eddie. Then he turns to Adriana. And the look on his face is one of pure horror. Rejection. 

Well. 

That’s okay. 

Eddie thinks he wants to reject this circus first. 

🍂

“Okay,” Buck says, putting in the address to the nearest motel in his phone map. “Repeat the plan.”

“We go to the motel. We sleep a few hours. You order me a bunch of pizza and drinks before you leave. You go get Dad, and I don’t open the door for anybody unless I physically see him.”

“Right,” Buck confirms as he pulls out of the parking lot. “I’ll leave you with Bobby and Maddie’s phone numbers. If there’s an emergency, either of them would come for you. Or-or they’d send Chimney.”

“Okay.”

“I hate even thinking about leaving you alone, but I can’t take you with me.”

“I know, Buck. It’s okay.”

“You’re sure?” Buck asks.

“Yeah,” Chris nods. “I haven’t… Uh, I haven’t felt like I could be alone for real in a while.”

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It goes on that way for weeks. Calls and online games mostly, but twice a week, Buck and Eddie are over in the yard, either doing garden chores, or directing Chris with his. Sometimes, when the weather is right, Shannon will lay a blanket on the opposite side of the yard and sit out there with them. Jane will sit up on the blanket, some brightly colored toy in her hand, watching them work intently and babbling little baby sounds. Eddie gets to talk to her. Gets to answer back like they’re having a conversation. 

For those weeks, Chris seems happy. Shannon seems happy. Jane, well… She’s a baby. Her mood changes with the hour. But she seems good, too. Great, even. Eddie just can’t wait to hold her again. 

“You’re in a better mood lately,” Buck observes one afternoon, driving home from gardening.

“I miss the kids,” Eddie says. “It’s just good to be with them, in whatever way we can be.”

Buck nods, smiles softly. “Yeah. You’re different after you see them. I… I love having you all the time, but I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Eddie exhales heavily. “Me too.”

Buck smiles again, but there’s a sad look in his eye. 

“What is it?” Eddie asks. 

“Nothin’,” Buck clearly lies.

“No, really,” Eddie presses. “What’s up?”

“I’ll just miss not being with you every day,” Buck says. “Even if I know it’s for the best.”

Eddie takes a deep breath. 

“If you think I’m letting you go, Buck… You’re crazy.”

Buck scrunches his lips to the side for a second, blushing. 

“I’d hope not,” he mumbles. 

“Definitely not,” Eddie confirms. “And, it’s not just… I mean, you’re there every time, too. You’re family, okay? I take that seriously.”

That kind of leaves Buck speechless for a second. Eddie knows he takes it seriously, too. 

v.

The last time Eddie came home - really came home, after being far away - it hadn’t exactly been his choice. He was shot out of the sky and littered with bullets and nearly died. Shannon nearly lost him. He didn’t come home. He was sent home. Not his choice. Shannon always wondered, would he have reenlisted? Would it just have kept happening, if it had been left up to him? If he hadn’t been medically discharged, when would she have snapped? What would have happened? Would she have divorced the empty side of their bed?

She doesn’t know. That’s not the point. The point is, today, after another prolonged absence - albeit not his choice or fault, and much preferable to Afghanistan - Eddie comes home as soon as he possibly can. Restrictions are lowered. Eddie takes a test. And the moment it’s clear, he’s on his way. No hesitations. No excuses. He’s just coming home. 

Shannon tells Chris. He whoops with excitement. 

“You’re sure?” He asks, giddy. 

“I’m sure,” she promises. “He’s ten minutes away, sweetie.”

Her son is so happy he starts to cry. 

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It doesn’t quite go that way. 

Eddie wakes up to Christopher shouting. 

“NO!” 

This is a rather alarming way to be woken. Eddie, startled, nearly rolls out of bed and hops to his feet to run to him, before he remembers his foot. 

“I got it,” Buck mumbles, climbing out of bed with a yawn.

The whole point of today was for Buck to sleep in and take it easy, but what can they do? A shout like that requires some haste. Eddie can’t currently be hasty. Eddie lags behind as Buck hurries out of the room, in search of Christopher. He finds them in the bathroom. Buck’s broad frame blocks Eddie’s view inside the doorway. 

“This is horrible! Prom is ruined!” Chris complains.

“No,” Buck says gently. “No, it’s not that bad. Really!”

“What is it?” Eddie asks. “What’s going on?”

“My life is over!” Chris bemoans.

Buck sighs and steps aside, letting Eddie into the bathroom. 

“Look,” Chris points to his forehead. His forehead, where, smack in the middle, there is a massive, red zit. “It’s horrible.” 

“Oh, wow,” Eddie says dumbly.

Buck nudges him.

Christopher’s face crumples even further. 

“I mean!” Eddie leaps to fix his statement. “I mean, it’s not that bad. Wow, your reaction was… Big, because the zit is not.” 

“Oh, great save,” Buck mutters.

“You’re lying!” Chris practically whines. “It’s horrible!”

Eddie sighs. He fucked this one up.

“Okay, you know what? It’s not great.” He admits. “But prom isn’t ruined. We can fix this.” 

“Can we?” Chris asks. “Because they don’t just disappear!” 

“No. No, they don’t,” Eddie agrees. 

“But we can hide it!” Buck interjects. 

“Hide it?” Chris asks.

“Yeah!” Buck nods enthusiastically. “Yep. We can, uh… Today we can work on getting the redness down, and tomorrow we can use some makeup.”

“Makeup?” Chris asks. “I can’t do makeup! I don’t know how!”

“Well…” Eddie winces. “You must have friends that do. Ainslee does, right?”

“What?” Chris demands. “She can’t see this! She can’t know!”

“Eddie, how did you ever get a girl to take you seriously?” Buck chides. “No, Chris. Don’t worry. We’ll look it up on YouTube.”

To his question, Eddie has no idea. Realizing he’s gay was incredibly liberating, in that he never has to think about that again. And, on top of that, Buck is pretty easy to be around. No stress. No pressure. 

“YouTube,” Chris sighs. “Right. Okay. Buck, you’ll help me?”

“Of course,” Buck nods. 

“I can help, too!” Eddie insists. 

[atonalginger]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @fangbangerghoul, who shared a cool art wip today. thanks for the tag! I'm going to generally tag folks today because that way I don't worry I'm forgetting anyone lol. You got something you think you want to share, I've tagged you. I was thinking of you there. Yup, you.

Last week was a rough one for me creating wise. Heavy 'why bother' thoughts stopped me from even opening my laptop. I've been able to finally shake it and have another chapter down and hopefully will get more on track in the coming days but it's a process or whatever and there's going to be ups and downs.

I've also started to struggle at deciding what to share and what not to because...well I don't want to spoil my own story? I worry that sounds conceited but I want people to want to read the story and if they know everything that happens then...what would be the point? But also I'm only working on the one story atm so that's what I have to share...so I'm threading a needle here I guess. Maybe I'm overthinking things...

ANYWAY

I have a snippet from a chapter with Manny...well two snips...and some art? Under the read more for space saving.

first snippet:

Sleep was weird for Manny. It started with a nightmare where Cora had been snatched by the Redeemed instead of them. The monster wound up to slam her faceplate first into the concrete floor when everything froze. Her helmet was mere millimeters from an impact that would have shattered the glass, her body twisted in a gnarly position in the hands of the Redeemed.

“Quite a terrible scenario you’ve conjured.” A strange voice said. It was a delicate male voice with a raspy edge and a slight lisp. Manny looked around the still dream but could not find whoever spoke, “she’s replayed your flights every time she sleeps. Quite interesting that you can’t let go even to sleep.”

Manny searched for the source more, trying to pinpoint the direction with each word but it seemed to move around the edge of the scene. Almost like it was gliding across the floor.

“How would you fix this mess?”

Who are you? Manny asked.

“Not relevant,” He answered, “you have very little time left to fix this dream. How would you? Or will you watch her die?”

The last question set them off. They rushed the Redeemed and shoulder checked it, somehow knocking it off balance. They wanted Cora free from its grasp but knew from experience that the hands were like vices that would only release if a line was cut. A knife formed in their fist, an all black combat blade Evgeny had gifted them when they got the Eager Fortune. Manny found the weak point at the monsters elbows and dragged the blade across. Droplets of blood formed but nothing sprayed with time frozen. The vice grip released and Manny pulled Cora away, laying her on the floor before they turned back to the Redeemed. The knife punched through the neck guard with ease and with both hands Manny twisted the knife to carve out the throat before pulling it free.

“Such a savage kill,” the voice sounded delighted, “even if a touch too quick for my taste.”

Who are you!?

“Still not relevant,” He answered, “You should relax though. I’ve learned recently that too much stress does terrible things to the human mind and what’s to come demands you be sharp.”

What’s to come? How am I supposed to relax when…Who. Are. You?

“See, this is why I like you,” the lisp intensified, like the voice was hissing. Which was ridiculous, “You’ve got this spark! The passion, the energy, the fight. You are your own man, no matter what others try to do. If only you would embrace that more. You know who you are, why do you deny yourself that truth?”

Stop toying with me! Manny shouted, Who are you? what are you?

The pale blue eyes that first met them in the maintenance shaft flickered before them, “Who indeed, that is the question. Feel special, Manuel, I don’t put this level of effort into just anyone.”

Cora’s touch pulled them out of the nightmare. She was propped up on her elbow looking down at them with worry as she brushed their hair from their face. Then reality hit: they were struggling to breathe and drenched in sweat. She urged them to breathe in slowly, to focus on her voice, while she brushed their cheek with the backs of her fingers. Manny reached for her arm as they tried to comply, their mind a mess from whatever had just happened.

Her attention drifted to the edge of the bed, her expression hardening for a moment as she exhaled hard. The anger melted away as quickly as had appeared and she returned her attention to them with a tender kiss to their forehead.

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snippet 2

She curled up next to them and broke down once more, her sobs rattling her whole body as she unloaded two weeks worth of fears. Manny rubbed her back and rocked her side to side while thinking about what the snake had said to them. ‘You are your own man, no matter what others try to do. If only you would embrace that more. You know who you are, why do you deny yourself that truth?’

It was something weighing on them for some time that they’d pushed away once they landed on Va’ruun’kai. When did they have time to contemplate that while facing a crisis like the one in Dazra. Why would He bother to waste time on it either? Cora said he was invested in the crisis, not either of them. Yet He took precious time to bring it up. He called them Manuel, a desire they had not shared with anyone.

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I also have some art that is all set after the events of the current story.

Cora and Manny, some weeks after the story is over and they are back in Akila City. Cora stole that shirt from Manny's closet.

Manny and Cora about a year later. Cora stole that sweatshirt too. Half her wardrobe at that point is just stolen clothes from her boyfriend's closet.

[golvio]

I’m very excited about Fury. I have absolutely no idea what to expect, but here are my two best guesses on how they’re going to turn this romantic:

On the most surface, plot-driven level, it’s about you asking yourself “What Am I?” That’s a big question and you won’t have all the pieces necessary to come to a conclusion until five rounds of experimentation. So why not take a look at it through the most literal, concrete, straightforward way possible by physically taking yourself apart and looking at your insides? And, look! The Princess is unwittingly here to help you! Are you ready to go on a journey of exploration and discovery…For Science? *Magic School Bus theme interspersed with horrible squelching meat noises starts playing as Fury unzips your flesh-vessel like a twizzler*

On a more metaphorical level, if Thorn was the “romance” chapter, then Fury is going to be the “physical intimacy” chapter, given all the bodily metaphors. Granted, Beast was also a sort of physical intimacy metaphor regarding the consumptive nature of carnal desire. But this is going to be very different, as a more “guided” experience.

But, also, death doesn’t stick for either of you the way it would for regular people. Pain, too, is only something you experience as much as you believe you can experience it. Your perception changes what you are physically capable of within the Construct, and in Chapter 3 you’re powerful enough to change the direction of the story if you don’t like where the Narrator is going with it. What would happen if you decided to indulge your morbid curiosity and wanted to explore just how much transformation and unmaking and remaking you could take? What would happen if the swift, brutal process of the Fury unwinding you as punishment became a dialogue as you came back and told her what you experienced, then asked if you could try it again, but sideways this time?

And I keep coming back to Shifty’s description of Fury having a strange sort of compassion within her heart. What if, during the process, the two of you caught a glimpse of something the Narrator didn’t want you to see, some sort of truth about your physical bodies that gives you both a major clue about your respective true natures? What if you being transformed by dying gives you a brief experience of what Change is like? What if, at the climax, Fury unmakes herself, and for a moment she glimpses what’s on the other side as you experience Nothingness together? In an inversion of The Wild, where the two of you get to be a feathered landscape in a distant dream together? The two of you, feeling the jagged edges of where you were torn apart, becoming aware for the first time of the little piece of the other that exists within yourselves, seeing things from the other side.

Like…seeing that one snippet of the dialogue from what I assume is the Tower-Fury route in the trailer, I immediately thought of Rammstein’s “Ich Tu Dir Veh,” describing a consensual but also extremely weird sadomasochistic relationship that doesn’t resemble conventional romance or love at all. In particular, the lyric “You are the ship / I am the captain / Where would you like to go?”

The story is about Shifting Mound collecting experiences to understand herself. It is also about you, The Long Quiet, also sharing in and directing these experiences to better understand both your narrative cellmate and yourself. To me, Fury kneeling down next to you and taking you through every step of the process of being unmade and put back together, and experiencing both firsthand and vicariously how painful that is, to see what makes you tick feels like the general premise of the game taken to its darkest, most logical conclusion. But it also feels like a more worksafe metaphor for an actual BDSM torture session with a first-time domme, while Tower was more about unhealthy power dynamics and dubious consent. Here, there is the possibility of negotiation. Here, she is made something closer to equal to you, as a fellow creature of flesh and blood. She may still be more physically powerful and with a terrifying sort of divinity, but you still make the choices that move the story along, and you ultimately have the last word. She will only go as far as you ask her to go. The process itself involves heavy negotiation and the prodding and examination of boundaries. When it goes too fast and you’ve had enough, you tap into your divine nature and pull away from her, becoming Nothing so that she can no longer touch you, no longer hurt you. Otherwise, Shifty ends the scene and pulls you out so you aren’t stuck in the narrative dead end of eternal torment. A dance must have both partners be willing. She can’t continue unless you let her proceed, if only to see what happens.

I think…during the more “loving” ending, there is going to be some kind of change in the dynamic between you and the Princess that shifts things from a torture session into something much more consensual, if still gory and a little messed up. This thing, which was supposed to be purely physical, suddenly shifting into a profound moment of connection for reasons flesh and endocrine chemicals alone can’t explain. I’m looking forward to seeing that moment, and if the “first-time physical intimacy” metaphor ends up holding water, where it ends up going may or may not make me cry.

[softrozene]

Hurt Little Bird

Anonymous requested: Im thirsty af for charles and i dont find nearly enough charles × femreader content anywhere. Could i get a scenario or hcs for charles rescuing a s/o and maybe tending to her wounds? I am in need of fluff! Also i love your work darling! Keep it up❤😘 

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DSFALJ I was about to say whatchu mean you don’t see any Charles content? Then I realized- Wow, there really is a shit ton of Arthur and John content outweighing the king over here aldfjalkfjdsa ANYWAY, ENOY THIS YEAR’S FIRST REQUEST I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND THANK YOU!

Instead of going the dramatic way where Reader gets hurt by other people, I thought for the most effective fluff to go a funny route

Originally published on January 5, 2021

Charles Smith x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff - Pure fluff, AU where Dutch has not completely lost it, so they are in some woodsy area having a blast or sum- (I am tired flsdfa)

Words: ~800

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Mhm… It has been a while. Too long in Charles’ opinion but… Maybe he is overreacting?

He may be a tad overprotective of you… Okay, maybe a lot but- You are his partner after all. He would sooner much die than live without you. You are his whole world and one of the only people in this gang that keeps him sane.

If it were not for Arthur and the few others who know Dutch is just a ticking time bomb- He would have taken you long ago to start a family somewhere low-profile. To keep you safe and out of harm’s way. Out of any bad people’s reach…

Okay, yeah- He is not overreacting. You have been gone for too long. He stands up, catching the attention of Arthur. He is quick to come over to Charles before Charles can get to Taima.

“You know she can handle herself- She hasn’t been gone too long,” Arthur says trying to ease Charles’ mind.

It does not work. Charles shakes his head. He can’t take any risks and he gladly says this. “No- It feels like something is off. I would rather listen to my gut and overreact than ignore it and have her be hurt. I will be back shortly.”

Arthur nods- Understanding the need to protect a loved one. To follow that gut feeling so he lets Charles leave and hopefully he will come back with you if his gut feeling is acting up. Charles wastes no time to follow the tracks of the horse you use.

It is not necessarily your horse as you are only borrowing it during your stay here since you were the next effective hunter after Charles and Arthur. Usually, you ride with Charles and it has to be one of his favorite moments with you.

He wishes he could feel your arms wrapped around him right now- Comforting him since he is getting beyond worried for you now.

As always, the tracks are somewhat easy for Charles to pin down. It leads him a bit away from camp to another woodsy area. He is confused since he notices a rabbit trap laid down, but it was not finished- Then his heart stops upon seeing specks of red nearby.

Were you hurt? How bad is it? Is it from an animal or a person? Charles’ mind begins to race as he tries desperately to keep a cool head. He follows the little snippets of blood, trying to keep his heart from racing too when he spots your satchel.

No doubt- An animal has been through it.

So, an animal attack? You were setting up a trap only to be blindsided by an animal? It just does not sound like you either. You are as cautious as he is- He did teach you a lot. The blood trail finally ends but you are nowhere in sight. He glances around until he feels something drop on him.

His head shoots straight up and his eyes widen- You are in a tree, but you do not seem to be looking so hot. You are leaning against the main part of the tree- Hugging it.

“(Name)!” Charles shouts.

Your head pops up and you look down at him- Surprise is on your face before it melts to happiness.

“What are you doing up there?” He asks putting his arms up as if to motion you to jump.

You are hesitant but you edge yourself off the tree before falling and landing right in his arms. You wince as you answer. “Sorry, Love. I injured myself. I think I twisted my ankle.”

“…What about the blood?” He asks.

You meekly show him the palm of your hand.

“When I hurt my ankle, I fell on the knife I was using. I thought the scent of blood attracted a bear because I heard a noise and you always told me to be careful so I climbed a tree the best I could, but I couldn’t get back down… Turns out the bear was just a deer who smelled the berries in my satchel,” You murmur.

You sound so embarrassed but… Charles is relieved. Out of anything that could have harmed you he is glad you turned out to be your clumsiness. That you are fine despite your minor injuries. He would much prefer this over any other situation.

You hear him let out a sigh of relief before he hugs you close to his chest. You realize that he came out here, looking for you, because of his worry and love for you. You instantly feel bad but… You love him. You are happy to know he went out of his way for you.

You do not need to verbally address his worry.

Instead, you place a kiss on his cheek, and he chuckles as he takes you to his horse. Whistling for the other one to follow.

“Let’s get home so I can patch you up my hurt little bird,” He whispers before placing his own kiss on your forehead.

[fanficfanattic]

Word Game Wednesday! Some random words: cold, pillow, light, and work

I had something for each of these words. But pillow had a pretty generous concept outlined. So I finished that and published it. So now I only have snippets for three of the words 🤣

Cold

1. That a/b/o fic once again rearing it’s “ugly, ugly boy with bad hair” head.

“Everything Jamie’s got in his life, everything, he worked for. Poverty and starving, the cold, the exhaustion, havin to work harder than any of the other boys, hours on the pitch, hours studying, raising himself up, always digging deep enough to put one foot in front of the other no matter how hard it were. He did that. He got himself out of that life, and drug me out with both his hands. Fighting how his own da tried to drag him back into the dirt.

So if you think for one fucking second, that James Tartt rearing his ugly fucking mug again, is gonna stop Jamie from chasing down his dreams?

You’d be as dumb as James Tartt himself, or worse. But you don’t strike me as that. Optimist, yeah, but not a fool.

So, you worry about making it work here, at the club and on the pitch. And I’ll work out convincing this one to finally put his father in the dust behind him. Yeah?”

“Yeah, I can do that, Georgie. I’ve said more than once that Jamie’s a good kid. Just needed to be pointed in a bit better a direction. And I promise you, and Coach Beard there can attest, that once I’ve put my mind to something? I’ve never quit.”

“Jamie, neither. So I guess that means we’re gonna get it sorted.”

2. Family Curse Fic

“This so isn’t at all fair!” Georgie ends up shouting less than an hour after Richmond met her. Based on that hour, this didn’t seem terribly out of character.

“What isn’t, love?” The cheerful response from her husband is also no surprise. He had remained placid in the face of 60 straight minutes of shenanigans so far. With no sign of fatigue.

“I always dressed Jamie up in the cutest outfits on his birthday, for the pictures. And put him in the sweetest little jimjams that night so he’d look adorable when he started showing up for his future self! Now no one’s going to get to see either. I have no bloody clue what he wore the day after his birthday.”

“Aw, Mummy, it’s okay. I was always a sexy little lad. You could have put me in a carrier and I’d be well fit.”

“That’s true, gorgeous. But don’t think I missed that you’d still put on actual night clothes for your birthdays once you got older. And were dressing yourself. So you wouldn’t show up pantsless in just a shirt!”

It wasn’t until one of Jamie’s teammates, she wasn’t fully sure who was who yet, actually asked the question. That she realized why half the lads were laughing.

“…pantsless and in just a shirt?!”

“Yeah, cause I get cold upstairs but hot downstairs. There ain’t no way to tell when you’ll start showing up. Didn’t want to be in some lady’s bedroom and have me show up in half me glory.”

She patted his cheek consolingly while gently correcting him. “Don’t sell yourself short, baby, 3/4ths your glory that would be.” And she grinned, no longer so sad about the outfits, when her fully grown son giggled at her just the same as when he’d been just her wee little man.

Pillow

As I said, this prompt led me to finishing and posting Put Your Hand Up On My Hip. So thank you for that!

Light

1. Roy seeing Jamie have a nightmare.

He’s on his back, sheet twisted half under and around him. His face is shiny with sweat but the pale hallway light shows his skin as pallid. For a second Roy irrationally considers how pissed Jamie would be to see himself so obviously unsexy. Then gets his head back in the game.

2. S2 fic where Dani and Jamie start dating. Dani thought they’d be more sexual given how Jamie was on Lust Conquers All. And Jamie is trying to put more energy into it being a relationship because he doesn’t want to fuck things up. Some of the team thinks Jamie is just stringing Dani along and are gonna prove it.

Except once that comes to light, Jamie has a proper fucking meltdown about mind games and how he cannot allow himself to be treated that way anymore.

Then realizes he said all that in front of everyone, had just spouted off almost two years (and two decades) of insecurity, so bolts.

Work

1. And a fourth snippet from the platonic a/b/o fic.

When he stopped being out of his mind, he remembered a deeply seated feeling of being cared for. He got a rest day, and then was back to work. It was still new enough that when he walked in, conversation abruptly stopped. Before it just as suddenly turned on again.

He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes but he also went straight over to Sam. There was that collective sense of everyone holding their breaths. He ignored them entirely this time.

When he got close enough, even as Sam started to say, “Hello, Jamie” and “Feeling better?” He dropped his forehead onto Sam’s boney shoulder.

“Wanted to thank ya. For helping me even though I’ve been a shit to you. It meant…means, a lot. To me.”

2. More from this concept where Jamie gives himself over as a hostage to protect Phoebe.

“…His alarm system was live, which we disengaged through her information. The food he’d prepared to cook for dinner last evening was out and spoiled. We found his phone, on but locked, beside the stove.

What we do not know, including where he is at present, is whether there was anyone else with him at home. The best way to discover that is to retrace his steps between leaving the game, and when he left his house last night.”

“Wait, you know he left his house last night but-”

“We have the time of his alarm code deactivating for him to leave, shortly followed by him reactivating it from his doorstep. We know the most likely reason for him to have left. But we do not know whether he had anyone with him at that time.”

They quickly work out that none of them had seen nor spoke to him at all the day before. Colin suggested the detective speak with Keeley, Jamie’s ex-girlfriend, when Roy cut in.

“Don’t bother with that. She was with me.” And the moment was slightly lightened by half the team going “ooooooh” and “ahhhhh”.

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Harley Quinn X FemWerewolf!Reader Angsty Prompt with comfort moments as well as a cute ending

• Occurs after the events of Birds Of Prey (2020 + Harley is with the group again after finding out the reader was kidnapped by the late Sionis’ goons - linked to last prompt) + Suicide Squad (2016)

!TW: Mention of having nightmares, implied suffering from depression, anxiety + hint of separation anxiety, supernatural element, suicidal thoughts + intentions + attempt, self doubt, swearing, hint of jealousy, violence, murder, mention of wounds/having them + Creating them, blood, weapon (baseball bat), mention of recalling a near-death experience, implied nudity, hint of having past traumatic experiences, mention of having panic attacks + Schizophrenia + Implied suffering from PTSD, mention of previously being abused by family (the reader’s father), guilt as a result of being gaslit, putting down of oneself!

You had had a nightmare in which Harley had told you that she had decided it would be better for the both of you to go your separate ways, and that she’d found someone else, someone better than you, breaking your heart, and though you woke up, crying in her arms, you still believed it had happened, and wasn’t just a dream, though it was, and you were slightly disorientated, crestfallen, and couldn’t believe you’d supposedly lost her, though you’d been thinking a lot that it would be better if she did find someone else. You clung to her whilst she cradled you close, a pained expression on her face; she hated seeing you like this. “C-Can you just kiss me, one last time? That’s - That’s all I ask,” you mustered in a shaky whisper, and Harley glanced down at you, taken aback by your request; she wondered what you meant by ‘the last time’, and also was curious to know about what you’d had a nightmare about.

“Of course,” she replied, before delicately lifting your face up to her’s, so she could briefly boop your nose with the tip of her’s affectionately, prompting another round of tears to stream down your cheeks; you still thought she was going to leave you, “but - this isn’t going to be the last time I kiss you.”

You would fall quiet, surprised, but as soon as she connected her lips to your’s, you melted into the kiss, feeling warm, fuzzy, and fluttery, like you usually did whenever she kissed you. Once it was over, you felt empty again, a dazed expression on your face whilst you stared up at her, your eyes glinting. “You - You still love me?” You mused, and she nodded, smiling warmly over at you, prompting your heart to skip a couple of beats, as well as your fangs to unfold, which you tried to hide, embarrassed. “Can I hug you?” You requested, and she nodded again, wondering why you were asking.

You wrapped your arms around her, before burying your face into the crook of her neck, attempting to drown yourself in her sweet scent. “Of course I still love you, silly,” she cooed, “you’re my little wolfy, and you always will be, I promise.” You managed a weak smile, but it faded when a snippet of the nightmare got thrown back at you again.

•

“I swear I’ll do things different this time,” you assured, whilst trying not to break down in front of her, your voice sounding strained, “just please don’t leave me!”

•

“You okay?” Harley inquired, noticing you’d gone quiet, worrying her, and you nodded, forcing a smile up at her, before you buried your face back into the crook of her neck, a sob begging to escape your lips; the pain you were feeling was excruciating, but you managed to keep yourself quiet, not wanting to upset her, after everything the both of you had already been through together. “Wanna go down and see the others?” She suggested, and you winced, guessing it was morning already.

“I will, if you want to,” you managed in a quiet voice, whilst smiling faintly up at her, and she would think about it for a moment, not sure if she wanted to, yet; she’d rather spend a little more time cuddled up with you in bed like she was, now.

“In a little bit,” she replied, and you nodded, snuggling up closer to her, and she smiled at you again, never failing to make your heart race, or leave you breathless, “I wanna cuddle up with you for a little longer, first. Maybe you could even try and get a little more sleep? You look tired, little wolfy-”

“I’d rather stay awake, w-with you, even if you go back to sleep,” you expressed, and she would feel flattered, as well as rather flustered, trying to hide that your statement had had an effect on her, but you could tell it had, smirking, whilst you could feel her body temperature rising.

“Good,” she responded brightly, “because I’d rather stay awake with you, too.” You would be surprised, prompting her to grin; she thought your reaction was adorable, and decided to try and make it even more adorable than it already was to her by connecting her lips to your’s again, and you instantly melted into the kiss, being careful not to accidentally bite her again, like you had done before when your fangs were out.

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Despite what you’d both ‘done’ earlier, you were still on edge after the nightmare, and subconsciously being rather dismissive with the others, and when Harley tried to ask you why you were being the way that you were being, you both ended up having an argument, and you hated yourself for it as soon as it was over, a pained expression on your face whilst you bowed your head, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks, too powerful for you to hold them back, and heart aching, like it usually did after you occasionally had rare moments like these with her. Harley wouldn’t know what to say, at first, a hurt look on her face; all she had intended to do was try and make you happy again, and she thought she’d only made things worse. “I - I’m so sorry, Y/n, I-”

You shook your head quickly, glancing up at her, and she felt worse when she noticed that you were crying; the sight of your glistening eyes and tear-stained cheeks was enough to prompt a strained sob to escape her lips, and the sound pained you even more. You subconsciously stepped closer to her, wanting to comfort her like a werewolf would their mate, but you stopped yourself, feeling as if you didn’t deserve to; you began to wish that that nightmare you’d had was real; you didn’t want to hurt her anymore, or get in her way anymore, like you believed you were doing. “It was my fault,” you murmured, your voice briefly trembling, and Harley shook her head, not wanting you to blame yourself for it, “I - I should be apologising to you-”

“No, you shouldn’t-”

“Harley-”

“I started it-”

“Harley,” you snapped feebly, and she faltered, prompting another piece of your heart to break off, and it was painful; you just wanted to hold her close to you, and she wasn’t too far away, so you could if you got closer, but you felt as if you didn’t even deserve to touch her or look at her anymore, as you pried your eyes from her glistening icy blue ones.

“I - I’ll go,” she murmured, and before you could say anything, or even do anything, she rushed from the room, and you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself, feeling empty, and as if you’d suddenly lost everything. You couldn’t hold it back anymore as you let your sobs escape, before you ran out of the base, feeling your wolf scratching at the surface, trying to escape you, and you knew you couldn’t deny it this time, not without someone getting hurt if you tried.

You ran through the forest, not caring about where you were going, or if an Omega attacked you; you just felt as if you had to keep running, to get further away from her, so you couldn’t hurt her anymore like you had done. You stopped at the edge of a cliff, the same cliff you’d end up going over to save Harley’s life, and you just stared down at the sharp rocks below, your eyes darkening slightly, whilst you thought about how easy it would be just to throw yourself off, and end it, and whilst you were thinking about it, more tears began to invade your eyes and cloud your vision. Little did you know, Harley and the others were looking for you, worried about you; she’d gotten a bad feeling, and was terrified of losing you; the tether between the both of you had gotten weaker, and seemed as if it were fading on your end whilst you were having those thoughts, as if you might not be there on the other side of it for too much longer. You then timidly stepped closer, still looking down at the rocks, and when you could feel yourself beginning to shake, you would wonder why, closing your eyes to see if it would help, but it didn’t, because you could still feel your claws dangling a little over the edge. You tensed up when you heard Harley calling for you, but soon relaxed when you knew it was her, and could faintly pick up her sweet scent close by. You subconsciously began to wag your tail, forgetting what had happened earlier for a moment, but as soon as you had, you held yourself back from going to her, a pained expression on your face, and your ears drooped a little; you wondered why she was even bothering to look for you, after the fight. You reluctantly turned back to the cliff edge, but before you could get any closer, Renee and Canary managed to grab hold of you, and pull you back, whilst Harley watched, wide-eyed, with tear stains running down her cheeks; she could see that you had planned to take your life, breaking down both your and her heart even further; to see her blue aura so bold was painful for you, considering you were supposed to ensure that she was happy, at all times. ��I’m sorry, I - I really am, Quinzels, I just-’

Harley shook her head, before rushing up to you, falling on her knees beside you, and throwing her arms around your neck, whilst she began to cry into it, unable to stop herself, and you began to feel numb, wishing you had thrown yourself off of the edge of the cliff earlier; you just couldn’t help, but think she would be happier without you. “Don’t - Don’t ever do that again,” she managed, “I - I thought.. I thought I lost you.” You shook your head gravely, staring ahead of you through sore and wet eyes. “Why would you even-.. even think about doing that?” She questioned, but you wouldn’t answer, feeling as if you couldn’t, without making things even worse. “Talk to me, Y/n, please,” she begged, “at least tell me w-what I can do to stop you from doing that again.”

You glanced up at her, and her stunning icy blue eyes locked with your currently dark orange ones, but they seemed to light up a little after you’d let your gaze meet her’s. ‘Don’t give me space,’ you answered, and she nodded, feeling bad for rushing out the way she had, before, ‘that’s the last thing I want with you.’

“I won’t,” she assured, “I love you, little wolfy.”

You managed a weak smile up at her, before snuggling closer to her, and resting your head on her lap. ‘I love you, too,’ you returned, whilst wondering what you’d done to deserve someone as perfect, kind, caring, funny, and beautiful as her.

You then tensed up, sensing Omegas nearby, and you growled quietly, alerting Canary and Renee who looked around, subconsciously preparing themselves for a fight if one came to them, and Harley grimaced, wishing the Omegas would just back off, and stop ruining her moments with you. “We should go back, before they find us,” she suggested, wanting more time with you, before a fight could break out, and you agreed, wanting the same as her.

‘They’re not close enough to catch us, let’s go,’ you encouraged, and forced yourself to your paws, following behind Harley and the others whilst you all trekked back toward the base, and luckily weren’t caught out by the Omegas on the way.

~-~

“Do you ever mean the things you say?” She questioned you, after catching you trying to take your own life again, after yet another fight. “You told me you wouldn’t do it again,” she reminded you, a hurt look on her face, and you nodded gravely, looking away from her, “why?”

“You won’t understand,” you murmured, and she scowled, clearly offended by your response.

“Why won’t I?” She inquired, and you frowned when you began to think back to the first fight you and her had ever had, making your heart ache even more than it was, now.

•

“I know you still love me, Y/n!” She cried, and you backed away before she could get any closer, avoiding eye contact with her. “You can’t leave-”

“I have to,” you contradicted, and she shook her head, grimacing over at you; she couldn’t believe you were doing this, after you’d both been together for a little while now, “I’m not good for you, Harley; I.. I can’t stay here, not until - I sort some stuff out.”

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me,” she uttered, looking away from you, a hurt look on her face, “you’re just tryna get away from me, aren’t you? I know you are-”

“No-!” You interjected, shaking your head quickly, before you stepped closer subconsciously, your eyes darkening. “H-Harley, I-.. I love you, I-”

“Save it,” she spat, “I don’t ever wanna see you again.” She then turned to walk away, and you faltered, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks; you’d recently found out about what you were, and didn’t have as much control of yourself as you’d like to, worried that you might end up accidentally hurting her. You began to heat up, whilst your emotions overwhelmed you, and winced, feeling your fangs unfolding, whilst your claws threatened to penetrate through the gaps between your fingers. You quickly ran toward the double doors leading out into the courtyard, and as soon as you climbed over the fence, you jumped down, and changed once you’d reached the safety and cover of Apocalypse Forest.

•

“Y/n-”

“Is she really just a friend?” You questioned, and she fell quiet, a puzzled expression on her face. “Canary,” you clarified, “is - is she? B-Because she seems like more than that to you-”

“Jesus, Y/n, is that why you were being so rude and dismissive earlier, before we started fighting?” She guessed, and you frowned, before looking away from her again, whilst trying not to cry.

“You - You don’t get it,” you murmured, “I told you, Harley, I told you you wouldn’t-”

“Why?” She interjected, desperate to know, and to understand. “Why would you think Canary is anything more to me than just a friend?” She pried, and you glanced up at her, prompting her to tilt her head partially, a hurt look on her face; she couldn’t believe you’d think that, and thought you didn’t trust her. “And why would you try to take your own life again because you thought that?” She asked, her voice briefly trembling whilst she did, and you sighed heavily, before looking away again, struggling to keep yourself together, worrying her; she’d noticed that you’d begun to tremble in place, and wondered what had been going on with you recently.

“I-..” You attempted, whilst trying to swallow the lump in your throat, but you found that you couldn’t, on the verge of breaking down again.

Harley stepped closer to you, and you began to tense up, turning your head slightly in her direction, but you wouldn’t dare lift it. “Y/n,” she cooed in a gentle voice, “please look at me.”

“I need to go-” You made to leave the room, but she caught you before you could, startling you, but you would stop yourself somehow from lashing out, knowing you couldn’t hurt her, and would never forgive yourself, or even be able to live with yourself, if you did.

“How long will this go on for?” She inquired, sounding choked up, and you could hear that she was crying behind you, breaking your heart again.

“Not much longer,” you answered, your voice close to a whisper, and continuously cracking, “I need to leave, Harley, you deserve more than me, I don’t belong here with you.”

She scoffed, shaking her head, but wouldn’t let go of you, terrified of what might happen if she lost you again. “I don’t deserve more than you, Y/n,” she contradicted, “you’re everything to me, I love you-”

“You don’t have to lie,” you interrupted feebly, “just let me go.”

“I’m not lying to you-!” She retorted, wishing you’d just listen. “So this is it? You’re just gonna leave me again?” She uttered, and you wouldn’t respond, staring ahead of you whilst more tears threatened to escape your eyes. “You’re making me think that what they told me about you was right,” she stated, and you faltered, glancing back at her, and the look on your face hurt her more than she thought it would; she just wanted to see you happy again; seeing you happy made her happy.

“What did they tell you about me?” You questioned, and she winced, realising she’d messed up.

“N-Nothing,” she answered, clearly lying, “forget I said that-”

“Harley,” you interjected in a crestfallen manner, and she begrudgingly decided she should tell you, after you had turned around to face her.

“They.. They told me t-that.. that - from what I was saying about you, about-.. that time.. you told me you had to leave,” she spoke slowly, worried about how you might react, “that - they thought you were just a waste of time, and - and would keep leaving, because you struggle with commitment.”

“Struggle with commitment?” You repeated, shocked, and she nodded, avoiding eye contact with you. “H-Harley,” you forced yourself to continue, though you knew you might break down if you did, “I’d do anything for you, literally fuckin’ die for you repeatedly if it meant that you would be okay, a-and all I’ve ever wanted is to be by your side. I left that day because I was afraid I was going to hurt you, remember? A-And.. I’ve regretted it ever since, because all I ever want is to be by your side; glued to it, even, because I love you, I always have, and always will; y-you-” A strained sob escaped your lips, and she frowned, wishing she’d not told you, now; she could see that it had hurt you even more. “You’re.. You’re everything to me, not - not just my mate; my soulmate; everything, and I hate myself for - for wasting your time, because I’ll never be good enough for you, I see that, now-”

“But-”

“Just forget about me, p-please,” you practically pleaded, though it hurt you to request for her to do so, “and.. I don’t blame you for agreeing with them, but.. I’m just disappointed, I guess, that you’d think I’m not committed to you, because I am; you know I am, r-right?”

“I do,” she reassured, and tried to hold both of your hands in her’s, but you moved away before she could, telling yourself you couldn’t change your mind now, knowing she wouldn’t be happy, if you stayed, not for the long-term, “Nugget, please, you can’t go, n-not again-”

“Why are you so stubborn?” You hissed, though you felt bad after you had; you were trying to get her to hate you, and to convince her to want you to go, like she wanted you to, the first time you’d had to leave, and you seemed to succeed, as she looked hurt, for a moment, but tried to cover it up, not wanting to cry in front of you again.

“Fine,” she retorted, “go, see if I care! I survived without you before for five years, I can do that again, no problem.” You hesitated, suddenly regretting your decision; you knew you’d struggle without her, and might end up up becoming an Omega, or even taking your own life; it hurt to be away from her, excruciatingly, every time you were, and had to drag yourself back toward the door, suddenly feeling empty. “Go,” she pressed, trying to stop her voice from cracking, and somehow succeeding, surprising herself whilst she did, “what are you waiting for?”

“Goodbye, Harley,” you concluded weakly, your voice close to a whisper, before you walked out, and as soon as you had closed the door after passing through it, she allowed herself to break down, sinking against the wall whilst she did; she couldn’t believe she’d lost you again, after everything you’d both been through together, and began to regret letting you go, but after she’d run out to try and find you, you were already gone; she was too late.

~-~

Not too long after what had happened; after you’d left, Harley had been more distracted recently, as well as constantly finding herself worried about you, and during the next fight the group encountered with the Omegas, as well as a few more of the late Sionis’ remaining goons, she almost got herself killed, after thinking she’d seen you running through the trees, like a speedy white light passing in the dark, but before the Omega could strike at her, it was knocked down by the same white light, and Harley jumped back, startled, as well as relieved to find that you had returned, and were brawling viciously with the Omega, and it soon fell limp after you’d removed it’s crystal from it’s chest, preventing it from healing itself, after you’d inflicted extra wounds upon it to ensure it’s death. You then glanced back at Harley, blood dripping from your jaws, and neck, your eyes lighting up whilst you did, like they always did whenever you were looking at her. ‘I know I shouldn’t be here,’ you spoke, and she faltered when she heard your voice; she’d been missing it, and to hear it again now sent a shiver down her spine. ‘I just-’

Harley then threw down her new baseball bat, before rushing up to you and throwing her arms around you, after falling to her knees beside you, beginning to cry whilst she pressed her face into the side of your neck which hadn’t been wounded; the left side; she hadn’t seen that the other side had been torn into, yet. “I missed you so much,” she whispered shakily, and you frowned, a pained expression on your face; you wished you hadn’t left, again, feeling as if things might have actually been better if you stayed, the complete opposite to what you believed, before you had gone.

‘I - I missed you, too,’ you expressed, burying your face into the crook of her neck, and she managed a weak smile, glad to be holding you again like she was, now, after you’d been gone for a little while.

“Harley, look out!” Renee called, but you managed to leap over her and tackle the approaching Omega to the ground; you weren’t ever gonna let them hurt her again; you continuously vowed that you wouldn’t, and had been doing so ever since you both were in college together. Harley quickly took up her baseball bat again, and wouldn’t hesitate to lug it at the Omega you were fighting with, distracting it long enough for you to bite at it’s weakest point; it’s neck, and you managed to take it down after doing so, before removing the healing crystal from within it.

‘We need to get out of here,’ you mused, sensing more Omegas becoming alert, and heading in the direction of the group. ‘There are too many of them,’ you informed, and Harley appeared nervous, but nodded to show she understood. You then looked back at the group, who were still finishing off the last of the Omegas and goons in the clearing, before jumping up onto a boulder, and howling to establish some form of communication between you and them, by using the energy within it to establish a bond. The group, excluding Harley, would all be surprised, suddenly feeling connected to you, and they looked around at you, and at each other, puzzled expressions on each and every one of their faces. ‘We have to go, before the rest come,’ you relayed, ‘there are too many of them for us to take on. I know you all don’t trust me as much as Harley does, and haven’t known me for long enough to, but if you want to live, you have to trust me, now, and come with me back to the base. Please, trust me on this, and you’ll never have to trust me again if you don’t want to.’

They appeared to be hesitant, and Harley stepped forward until she was beside you, wincing when she noticed the wound on the right side of your neck, and trying not to panic; she knew Renee would be able to treat it when you all got back; you’d lost your crystal a few years ago, and now had to be treated manually, because you couldn’t heal like you could, then, when you still had it in your chest. “She’s right,” she corroborated, “there are too many; I can feel them - We have to go-”

“But if we go now, they’ll still be alive to kill more innocent people,” Renee interrupted, “we can’t just flee now, and let them live; we have to fight them.”

“We can’t fight them,” Harley contradicted, “to - to even try would immediately be a losing battle for us, especially here, of all places we could be. Please, just - Just.. Come back to the base with us, and we’ll figure out another way to deal with them later, I promise.”

“She’s right,” Canary decided, “we can’t fight them here, we need to think about this; we should go back.” Huntress would soon agree, and Renee felt forced to follow, knowing she couldn’t take them all on her own. Canary turned to face you and Harley, before nodding to show that they would follow you both back.

You smiled your thanks, before leading them all back toward the base, loping slower than you usually did so they could all keep up; you couldn’t let any of them fall behind, especially Harley; Cane was still within the base, as Canary had been worried about her getting hurt, and refused to let her go with them. ‘Cassie’s already there, right?’ You asked Harley, and she nodded, still running at your side, and occasionally looking over at the wound on your neck to check that it was okay, which it seemed to be, for now, and like she’d been hoping she would, Renee managed to treat it, after some convincing was done by Harley, and Cane, who both didn’t want to see your wound becoming infected, or to see you die, which the others wouldn’t, eventually; they still weren’t particularly used to you like Harley and Cane were, yet, but they would be after a little more time had passed with you living amongst them.

|

After you’d had yet another nightmare about losing Harley to the Omegas, you decided to get up out of bed, getting the same bad feeling you usually did; that the Omegas were close, again, and you wanted to make sure that they didn’t attack, fearful for what you considered to be your pack, and family, but especially for Harley and Cane. Harley soon woke up, frowning when she noticed you were gone from her side, and she slipped out of bed, before warily looking around, only to find you sitting outside, and staring down at your hands whilst you fidgeted with them. “Hey,” she spoke, and you jumped, before glancing up at her, and she smiled apologetically, “sorry, did I scare you, little wolfy?”

“N-No,” you answered, smiling reassuringly up at her, “I just - didn’t hear you coming.”

A brief silence passed between the both of you for a few moments, and you soon stared ahead of you again, thinking you’d heard something, but you relaxed visibly when you noticed it was a squirrel scampering by. “Not everyone is going to hurt you,” she continued gently, and you glanced up at her again, a pained expression on your face, “you had a nightmare, right? A-About your father? Sionis’ goons?”

You shook your head, surprising her. “I didn’t have one,” you claimed, not wanting her to know that you were still anxious about the possibility of losing her again; you didn’t want to upset her, after everything you’d both been through together recently, “I just-.. can’t sleep.”

She realised, and felt bad for bringing both your father and Sionis’ goons up, after everything they’d both done to you. “O-Oh,” she murmured, “sorry, I just thought-.. I don’t know what I thought.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured her, “c-come sit with me, Quinzels.” She smiled faintly back at you, before walking up to you and sitting beside you, whilst resting her left hand on top of your right one, prompting you to smile lovingly over at her, and lean a little closer to her so you could rest your head on her left shoulder. “Did I wake you?” You inquired, and she shook her head, relieving you. “I just came out here because I didn’t want to disturb you,” you stated, hiding that you’d sensed that the Omegas were close to the base again.

“You don’t have to do that for me, you know,” she replied, feeling bad again, “I wouldn’t even mind if you woke me up, because I don’t want to be asleep whilst you can’t sleep.”

You shook your head; you’d never even dream of interrupting her sleep like that. “I’m flattered, Sparkle, but - you need sleep more than I do,” you responded, “because I care more about you than I do myself, or anybody else, and the same goes for Cassie.”

She couldn’t help, but let her smile grow, wondering what she’d done to deserve you, whilst you were thinking the same thing at the same time as her. “And that is why I think the same about you; you need more sleep than me,” she returned, “c’mon, little wolfy, don’t you wanna go back inside and try again?” You winced, but made sure your face was hidden from her whilst you did; you weren’t sure if you should leave post when you could still sense that the Omegas were lingering nearby, but you were afraid of upsetting her, at the same time.

You forced back a sigh, knowing you couldn’t tell her, and make her anxious like that, so you turned to face her fully, smiling warmly back at her. “I guess I could try,” you answered, and she cheered, glad, prompting you to giggle; you found everything she did adorable, as well as magical, “as long as you try to go back to sleep, too, and don’t wait for me to.”

She pouted, before nodding gravely. “Fine,” she agreed, though she’d been hoping to try and provide comfort to you whilst you tried to get back to sleep, and knew she’d have to try and do it without you being aware that she was awake beside you. “Let’s go,” she encouraged, and you stood up to follow her inside, stopping at the door for a moment to look back, and a quiet growl emitted from your throat; you could even hear them, now, their footfalls, not too far away from where the base was, and you tried not to worry anymore about what they were doing, or where they were going, as you quickly followed after Harley, who hadn’t noticed your hesitation.

|

Although Harley was providing comfort to you like she’d been planning to do secretly, you found you couldn’t go back to sleep, too worried about the nearby Omegas, who you could still hear, and visions of what might happen kept invading your brain, frightening you even more, especially about what might happen to Harley, Cane, or even both of them. You then noticed that the moon had gotten unusually brighter, and faltered when you noticed it was whole; you hadn’t seen it full like that earlier, and began to panic, already feeling that your wolf was scratching to come out, and you whimpered quietly, falling off of the edge of the bed, and Harley sat up, startled, wondering what was going on; she’d been half-asleep. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” She questioned, rushing over to your side, before she crouched down beside you, anxiously looking toward the bedroom door; she didn’t want the others to be awoken, and to find you in this state; it would certainly make them trust you less. “Talk to me, little wolfy,” she begged, “are you on your werewolf period, or something? If so, don’t do this here, you’ll freak the others out, and we kinda need them on side with you right now.” You huffed, finding you couldn’t answer her, feeling too weak to all of a sudden, worrying her even more; she didn’t know what to do, and was terrified of losing you, even more so ever since you’d told her that you’d lost your crystal, and could no longer heal yourself. “A-And please don’t misunderstand me, I’m just worried about what they might end up doing to you if they don’t trust you anymore,” she added hastily, “talk to me-!”

You tried to put more energy toward communicating with her, and struggled even more, beginning to stammer. “T-The.. The m-moon,” you managed, before whining, unable to say anymore, and she appeared confused, at first, until she remembered the window above you and her bed, looking up at it to find that the moon was full, and she realised; werewolves had to undergo a transformation whenever the moon was full, and you were evidently struggling to do so.

“Shit,” she whispered, guessing that you were still struggling after only recently being wounded by an Omega during the last fight, “o-okay, well.. I’ll get you outside, little wolfy, okay? Just please promise me you’ll come back in the morning, as soon as this passes.”

“I’ll come back,” you assured, your voice barely audible, and trembling, “I promise, and if you need me, I’ll be at the waterfall, d-do you remember it?”

She scoffed; she evidently couldn’t believe you were even asking. “Do I remember it? Of course I do, Nugget,” she answered, before managing to pick you up off of the ground, and rushing you outside; the last time this had happened, you recalled how you almost died, and even lost control of yourself for a little while, at least until morning came; the energy radiating from the light of the moon had seemed to take over you, and made you briefly forget yourself, allowing for your wolf to take over. “A-And promise me you won’t get into any fights, like you did last time,” she pressed quietly, still trying her best not to wake up the others, “you can’t heal yourself anymore, and could die if-”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me,” you tried to reassure her, whilst your fangs were unfolding; she’d now carried you out of the back door of the base, and was stood almost directly beneath the moonlight. You began to writhe and struggle in her hold, evidently in pain; to be forced to change was even more painful than it was to bring the change on yourself, and it was the same for every other werewolf, including the Omegas, if they hadn’t already given themselves completely up to their wolf, “l-let me go, Harley, I don’t want to - to hurt you.”

“I - I know, I just-..” She whined, still worried that you’d get hurt. “I want to believe you, I do; that - that you’ll be okay, but-.. What if something does go wrong? What if - What if you do get hurt, or accidentally hurt someone else, and then get into trouble for it?”

You frowned, a disappointed look on your face. “You know I won’t hurt anyone,” you contradicted feebly, and she nodded quickly, feeling bad for bringing it up, “you - you know I’m not like that, right?”

She nodded again, carefully lowering you down to the ground, before she lifted her right hand to your left cheek, prompting you to melt subconsciously into her touch, a soft smile tugging at your lips; you couldn’t help it. “I know you aren’t, little wolfy, of course I do,” she stated, “I’d never - I’d never think that you’re like that.” She then leaned down to briefly connect her lips to your’s, and you smiled wider against her lips, feeling better instantly, and suddenly it was as if you hadn’t been in pain, at all. You then managed to easily shift in her arms, and she begrudgingly moved away, watching as you clumsily, at first, loped toward Apocalypse Forest, and before you could disappear into it, you stopped, and looked back at her, before lifting your head to howl out your temporary goodbye, and she smiled sadly, knowing there’d be no point in trying to go back to sleep, without you beside her; she seemed to struggle to sleep whenever you weren’t with her. “See you in the morning, little wolfy,” she returned, and you lingered for a moment, before continuing into the darkness of the forest. She then sighed heavily, before dragging herself back into the base, and closing the door, wishing you’d come back, already; she still feared that you’d get hurt, whilst she wasn’t with you to treat you, or defend you, but hoped that that wouldn’t be the case, except her anxieties seemed to overpower the hopes she held for the rest of the night.

~-~

Like you’d promised, you returned in the morning, somehow remaining unscathed, and she would be relieved to see that you were okay, and hadn’t gotten into a fight like she had been worried you would. You would be surprised to find her waiting outside for you, leaning heavily against the wall, and looking exhausted, and also noticed that a small pile of clothes was laid out by one of the trees you’d run by earlier, and guessed that she’d left them for you, flattering you; you hadn’t been expecting her to do that for you, or to be waiting outside for you to return. You quickly shifted back, before getting dressed, and emerging from the forest into the clearing. “You’re back-!” She squeaked, rushing up to you to throw her arms around you, and you smiled, returning the hug; you’d missed her every second you’d been away from her, and she’d missed you, too, unbeknownst to you. “I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted, and your smile soon faded; you hadn’t been able to, either, not without her.

“I had the same problem,” you replied, holding her at arm’s length, “I’m sorry, Quinzels, I didn’t realise last night would be a full moon night; I would have told you if-”

“It’s okay,” she reassured, “you didn’t know, and all that matters is you’re back, now.” You nodded, before shyly leaning forward to connect your lips to her’s, and she smiled against them, melting into the kiss whilst she did.

You winced when you felt that it had begun to rain, and subconsciously held her closer to you to try and keep her warm, and she did the same for you, though she didn’t mind the rain that much. “It’s cloudy,” you mused, after the kiss had sadly ended, and you both felt empty for a few moments after it had, “I didn’t notice; I can’t think straight when I’m with you.”

Harley grinned, glad, as well as amused. “Good, ‘cause I can’t think straight when I’m with you, either,” she expressed, before easing you closer to her so she could kiss you again, a slightly more passionate kiss, and you quickly melted into it, giggling against her lips whilst she picked you up, and carried you inside.

|

That same night, you ended up having yet another nightmare, and it was the usual type of nightmare you tended to have most, if not every night.

•

“She’s-.. She’s funny, kind, caring, beautiful-..” You murmured, after having another fight with Harley about Canary. “I hope she makes you happy,” you concluded to her, and walked out before Canary could even say anything; she wanted to fix things between you and Harley; reassure you that nothing was going on between them, but you were gone before she could even try.

•

You woke up from the nightmare, a pained expression on your face, and would be startled when you noticed Harley was awake beside you; she’d heard you whimpering beside her, and had been trying to wake you up. “Q-Quinzels,” you mused, your voice briefly trembling, and she tried to wrap her arms around you, but you subconsciously moved away before she could, feeling as if, for a moment, you didn’t deserve to be with her again, after everything, and felt as if you were a burden on her for being easily made jealous, and anxious about losing her.

She would wear a hurt look on her face, wondering why you’d moved away. “I - I was only tryna hug you,” she stated, and you nodded gravely, whilst you buried your face into your right arm, trying not to cry; you hated crying in front of her, knowing it upset her whenever you had, before, “you - you’ve never had a problem with it, before - What’s going on? What was your nightmare about?”

You found you couldn’t answer for a moment, tears streaming down your cheeks, and she tried to move your arm carefully, but you still wouldn’t let her see your face. “You - You deserve more than me,” you mustered, your voice barely audible, and she faltered, shaking her head subconsciously; she couldn’t believe you’d ever think something like that. “I’m not - I’m not good enough for you, Harley,” you added, and began to experience a moment of disorientation; you thought maybe the nightmare was still going, and this sometimes happened due to your panic attacks and schizophrenia, which you hadn’t told her about, yet; she’d thought you’d only been struggling with PTSD after your father had been beating you before, and after he continuously had been making you feel as if you were completely to blame for your mother’s death. You surprised her as you suddenly sat up a little, and gripped both of her arms, but she tried to hide that you were unintentionally hurting her. “Am I - Am I too late?” You inquired, and she would appear puzzled by your question, wondering what you meant. “I’m sorry if I am, I just-.. I’m-.. I’m trying to be better for you, I really am,” you expressed, before a strained sob escaped your lips, and she frowned, wishing she could fight back the nightmares you were having, or face them, herself, so you didn’t have to; she hated seeing you like this.

“I know you’re trying, Y/n,” she reassured, “but - when you asked me if you were too late - what do you mean by that? What - What would you be too late for?”

“Asking - Asking you if.. you’d - take me b-back,” you answered, and she realised, a pained expression on her face, “I’m scared, Harley, I’m scared I’ll - forget everything, if you aren’t here with me, and-.. and that I might forget how to breathe, if - if I lost you. I love you so much, you’re everything to me, and - I just can’t live without you.. I - I almost died so many times before, when we weren’t together, a-and sometimes just felt like I should just give in to my wolf, but it-.. it was still too painful; you’re all my heart knows, and without you, it’s just.. empty, a-and-..”

You broke down further, to the point you found you couldn’t say another word, and she was on the verge of breaking down with you, after hearing everything you’d just told her. She connected her forehead to your’s, and you gradually began to calm down, releasing her arms, and once you had, she pulled you into a hug, and you melted into her embrace subconsciously, returning the hug, whilst clinging to the material of her pyjamas as if your life depended on them; you feared that she’d disappear, if you let go. “I’m always gonna be here with you, little wolfy,” she assured, her voice briefly trembling, whilst a couple of stray tears ran down her cheeks, “I promise; you’re never gonna lose me again. I love you, m-more than you think I do, and I’m - I’m sorry if I’ve not done enough to show you that, y-yet, but I will, I swear, I’ll do everything to try and show you-”

“You’ve - You’ve done more than enough to try and show me, Quinzels,” you contradicted, “I.. I just - Need to stop being so stupid-”

“You’ve never been stupid,” she interrupted gently, “you’re just in love with me, and don’t worry, I get scared of losing you, too.”

You managed a weak smile over at her, before leaning forward to connect your lips to her’s, and she would subconsciously melt into it, smiling against your lips. “I love you so much,” you whispered, and she would be surprised by the fluttery feeling she received when she heard what you’d said.

“I love you, too,” she returned, “and I always will, I promise - try and get some sleep, little wolfy, you look exhausted.” You hesitated, before nodding, though you were worried that you might have another nightmare if you tried. “I won’t let the nightmares get to you, this time,” she assured, and you nodded, forcing a smile up at her, before you snuggled up closer to her, and buried your face into the crook of her neck, so you could drown in her sweet scent, feeling much safer than you did, before, being even closer to her like you were, now. “Goodnight, Nugget,” she cooed, resting her head on the space above your’s.

“Goodnight, Quinzels,” you returned sleepily, before letting your eyelids flutter shut, and you managed to sleep through the rest of the night without anymore nightmares disturbing you, only thoughts of her, and how you planned to marry her when you both had the time, and were safe to, without the Omegas around anymore, or the last of the late Sionis’ goons, and little did you know, she was thinking, and dreaming about the same things that you were, and smiles played on both of your lips whilst you did.

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[alilbihh]

!!!!! um... I don't know if you want to write about new ones or not... but I also can't think of any new ideas since I'm freakin out a bit but I'll do some more thinking so.... um... a short little drabble or maybe a snippet of their lives in spring leaves after they confessed, how life is fr them now....?

i had a really fun time with this one, thank you to my designated spring leaves fan for requesting :) I hope it's up to your standards!!

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There is a quiet peace in marriage that you’re still coming to terms to.

It goes beyond learning each other’s habits, or making time for each other, or even whispered words of love. It is more the realization that you are loved— the knowledge that you can take care of yourself, but now, you are creating a space where you can take care of each other. That you could be trying to open a particularly difficult pickle jar and Jimin could take it and say “Let me help you,” that in it, there exists a prayer for which no words are said: You could do it yourself, but why should I let you, when I am here, and you are loved?

That being loved in this way is a choice, one that you both continue to choose.

Jimin chooses this, still, as he runs in tune with your pace, when you both know he could leave you in the dust.

(That morning, a gentle arm tries its best to slip out from under your head without waking you. When you groggily come to, even in your haze you can see the guilt on Jimin’s face. 

“Sorry,” He says, pulling his arm out the rest of the way to run a hand through your hair.

“S’okay,” you croak, cupping the back of his head to pull him back down to bed. He’s smiling as he complies, lets himself be pulled, be held, and when you wrap your arms around his neck, he wraps his arms around you, too.

Just as you’re trying to gather your thoughts into one coherent sentence, Jimin pipes up from where his nose is pressed into your shoulder, body twisted into an awkward angle as he leans into you, “Gotta go.”

“Where?” You say, then, “Oh. Running? Don’t go. Let’s cuddle instead.”

You feel his lips move before the words are even formed, feel the way they curve into a smile. “I can’t. And we cuddled all night already.”

“So what? Are you tired of me? Am I not appealing to you anymore?”

“So dramatic.” He laughs quietly. “You could always go running with me.”

You think for a second. It’s not like you don’t want to keep him company, moreso that if you were to try and get up, you’re pretty sure your legs would turn to jelly. You would barely walk, let alone run, given that it’s—you squint at the clock(oh my god, is that a seven?)— well. Very early.

Except.

“I’ll run with you.”

Jimin blinks. “What?”

“Yeah. Cuddle for thirty minutes and I’ll run with you.” He gives you a dubious look. “I’m serious! Set an alarm. Thirty minutes.”)

As he stops you from snoozing the alarm for a third time and practically puts your shoes on for you, you’d already accepted the fact that he’s well built. Jimin stretches, and jogs, and lifts, and it’s not like you can’t run, rather that you’d prefer to be doing, well, anything else.

Still, he works to match your pace, a gentle rhythm on the pavement as you make your way around the house, through the garden, past the greenhouse. Not through the forest like he usually does, since it’s dry around this time of the year, and the fungi would rather be left alone.

Well. A water break would be nice.

“We’re almost at our bench,” He’s saying, and you’re struggling to understand him past the need to lie down on the dirt and die. “We could rest up a bit and continue, yeah?”

“Good. Good plan.”

You practically collapse on the bench. You’ve sat here plenty of times, what with the way it sits neatly between the garden, the hydrangeas and the back of the house, but never have you felt so relieved to have leftover humidity and dried up dirt on your butt. You pat the bench in thanks. Good bench.

Your head lolls against his shoulder. “I don’t like you.”

“You offered to come! We made a fair transaction!” He laughs, his skin sun-kissed and sweaty and pretty. He leans his head over yours, “C’mon, it’s just a mile left, back the way we came.”

“A mile? Still?”

“It’ll be quick! We can walk the rest of the way.”

Your voice is muffled from how your cheek is pressed to his shoulder, “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of going on a run?”

“If you can be a smartass that means you don’t have to sit anymore,” He feigns getting up long enough to draw a whine from you, and he’s laughing when he leans back. You move to glare up at him indignantly, and take the opportunity to stare. He’s so bright. The sun rose twice this morning.

You bump your forehead back against his shoulder, and he seems to take that as an opportunity to kiss the crown of your head, hands working their way over your arms and down to your hips. “Still don’t like you,” You grumble.

Another kiss. “What was it you said to me yesterday? Something like...'You’re weird and that’s why I like you?’” Jimin presses a trail of them up to your jaw, letting them linger.

“A lapse of judgement.” You say, but you’re melting into him anyway, and when he laughs, it rumbles through his chest and down your throat all the way to the tips of his hands where they now touch your bare skin, the very edge of where hip meets belly.

“Brat,” He smiles against your neck, half-whispered. His hand trails down further until it reaches your fingers, playing with your wedding ring. Something fond flutters in your chest. “Do you ever think about our wedding?”

“All the time,” You say, voice embarrassingly breathy, but you’re too scraped raw to come up with excuses for it. “Still dream about it sometimes, too.”

“Yeah?” He says, soft, but there’s a trepidation, there. Like he’s still trying to find the best way to words his thoughts. You love that about him, so you hold his hand back, letting both your rings tap together delightfully, giving him the space to think. After a while, he continues, “I still regret those first few months. How I treated you.” You open your mouth to reply, take a breath and everything, but he pinches the skin of your hand to stop you, “I know you say I shouldn’t, but I do.”

Because that’s the thing about Jimin: he gives too much of himself away, loves too openly, too eagerly. Never asks to be more comfortable, as long as the other person is. His heart stretches to make room until it bleeds, like a mother’s womb, and you’re worried about what will happen if it ever were to stretch too thin.

(You’d told him, once— you don’t have to please anyone, you know— and, please, put yourself first sometimes, Jimin smiled, a little sad, said: I don’t know how, anymore.)

“I never blamed you for it.” You’re so close you can feel each time he draws a breath. It’s soothing. “There was nothing to forgive.”

“You say that, but. But.” He makes a soft noise. “I didn’t make it any easier.”

I am very much in love. It’s not new, nor a belated sort of realization. It was a belated realization at one point, surely, but not now. Now, it’s as worn through a fact as any other you know, something else to tuck away for safe-keeping.

You are in love, and so is he, and so even if the beginning was rough and unfair, everything that happened in your life that led up to it has been worth it.

You hold him a little tighter. “Not everything can be easy.”

For a moment you both sit there, listening to the gentle breeze, the distant sounds of the waking world. There’s a far-off chirp, like that of a baby bird learning to sing, and overhead, the early morning dew is giving way to a foggy sky. Spring is on its way again. Each one is getting easier than the last.

After what feels like a long time, Jimin raises his head. You stare. Not everything can be easy, but this is. Loving Jimin is the easiest thing in the world.

“Do you want to get married again?”

For a moment, you feel the world’s axis start to tilt towards the sun.

“What?”

He smiles, something slow and tentative. “Wll you marry me?”

Inexplicably, you laugh. “Again?”

“Again.”

“Jimin.” You feel Jimin grow in happiness. You feel like you’re growing, too. “If this is because you feel bad—”

“No. I want this.” He draws circles over your fingers, tightens his hold. “I want this very much.”

Never has the world felt so vibrant, and so, so lived in.

“I think.” You breathe. “I want that, too.”

(“Can we celebrate both anniversaries?”

“Brat.” Jimin laughs, all curled up around you. Has he always been this warm? “I’ll make sure to schedule the wedding on the same date as before.”

“What the hell!”

He’s still laughing as he kisses you, both hands cupping your neck, and there’s no hesitance in how he loves you.

You think, for a moment, about how every question you had about loving Jimin has been answered: He smiles into his kisses. He rolls his head back when he laughs. And—

He tastes like the sun.)

[davnittbraes]

YESSSSSSS

Welcome out of the cave, friend! I would love to hear a little about “A Study in Feminism”!!

Also, which Gershwin??

Lol hiiiiii thanks for dragging me out here!

A Study in Feminism is a lil one-shot, with Frankie and Reader in a newly established relationship. While waiting to meet up with Frankie at a bar, a creepy guy hits on Reader, refuses to take no for an answer. Frankie arrives and steps in, but things escalate and Reader loses her temper, punches the creep in the face, and her and Frankie make a quick getaway. Then the two have to negotiate Reader’s conflicted feelings about being “rescued” by a man. 

Here, have a little snippet:

For context: Frankie and Reader are just returning home from the bar, calming down after a nasty blowout fight where not-so-nice things were said. 

*****

You can’t even look at him, can’t see the hurt that you know is obvious in those warm, brown eyes. Instead, you focus on his hands, on the large palm cupping the pack of frozen peas to your scraped knuckles, the long fingers of his other hand gently curling around your wrist. 

All the fire and heat and fury that burned in your chest moments ago suddenly sputters, flickers. Dies. 

A heavy sigh loosens the tightness in your lungs. “I’m not mad at you.”

His fingers flex on your wrist, his low hum of disbelief vibrating over your skin. 

Fuck, you really screwed this up, didn’t you. 

Letting your head fall back against the wall, you force yourself to look at him. He needs to see it, that you’re telling the truth. “I mean it. I’m not.”

That warm gaze meets yours - yeah, just as you thought, it’s there, hurt tinged with anger and now doubt. 

Oh. That stings more than the hurt, actually. 

The knowledge that he’s doubting you, your honesty. Maybe even how you feel about him. 

Fuck your pride, girl. Just tell him. 

Shifting your wrist in his grip, you take his hand, squeeze it tight. “Look, I liked it, okay? And I’m angry with myself and I took it out on you and that’s not fair, and I’m so sorry, Frankie. I’m sorry.”

A frown forms between his brows, his gaze flickering over your features in confusion. “Liked what?”

Oh god, just say it, get it over with. “When you showed and like immediately stepped in to defend me, physically put yourself between me and the threat with no hesitation, then stood there with your stupidly broad shoulders and strong arms and testosterone and this whole aura of “don’t fuck with my girl” and god, Frankie, it was so hot. “

His mouth twitches, lips curving at the corners and his frown melts away, hurt in his eyes replaced by fond amusement. “Oh yeah? You liked that?”

Your nose wrinkles as embarrassment tries to push you away from him. “Yeah, I did.”

“Wanna know what was really hot?” 

His voice dips low, rasping down your spine, pulling it into an arch that curves your hips toward him, a movement tracked by his gaze. 

He definitely catches the clench of your thighs, too. 

His thumb glides over your bruised knuckles. “What was really hot was watching you clock a guy with at least six inches and fifty pounds on you, staring him down like you were gonna castrate him right there in the bar.”

Biting back a grin, you twine your fingers in his, cocking your head to the side. “If only I had a knife.”

He chuckles - fuck, why is that so sexy - and suddenly tugs you toward him, pushing into your space, his chest brushing your breasts through your shirt. Anticipation catches in your throat, arousal you’ve been holding back for so long pulsing to life. 

Then his expression turns serious, thoughtful. “That’s what I was thinking, you know.”

Your thoughts are already sluggish with a pleasant haze, it takes a moment to figure out what he’s referring to. “That you wanted me to cut his balls off?”

“I was thinking don’t fuck with my girl, because she’ll make you wish you’d never laid a hand on her, and leaving with your balls still attached is the least of your worries.”

The absolute certainty, the pride in his voice - some emotion you’re not ready to name twists behind your ribs, trembles through your veins. 

God, what you wouldn’t do for this man. 

Slipping your fingers from his, you let them trail down his chest, the slight swell of his stomach, brush over the bulge of his jeans. His breath hitches as you press your palm there, lean in to murmur against his lips. 

“Don’t worry, your balls are safe with me.”

*****

Aaaaand extremely descriptive smut ensues 😌😌😌😌

PS - George and Ira! Somewhat ironically for this post, I had Someone To Watch Over Me on repeat. Not what I would consider a particularly feminist song lol. But it is very pretty!

[mymelodyisme]

hello I love your writing and i just wanted to ask if you have any tips when on a writer's block?

😭 is this really meant for me?!!! Hi!!!!

Oh gosh I don’t know if I’m being honest. I just kind of go with the flow of it all. Literally writing the words as I think them and then go back to adjust when I need to edit. But !! But! If I could say anything that might help get your creativity back on the treadmill

I would suggest, depending on what you’re writing of course, put yourself as the voice of the character for a bit. How would you react to what’s going on. I embarrassingly do a lot of facial movements and hand movements and play out a scene. Sometimes it’ll unlock an “oh wait something like this could happen next” moment

If you’re stumped entirely, move ahead!!! Don’t allow yourself to be fitted like a typewriter! If a scene isn’t scening put a letter or mark and press enter. The fun part about this is that you can come up with ANYTHING now that there’s no connection to the former line and if you go ham enough with typing you can find a new point and reconnect them. Writing seems like it should be point A to point B to point C but you really could start anywhere within reason. Sometimes i think about the end result and then work my way there :)

Sometimes I also just like looking at things. Art, people, words, and I get little snippets of dialogue or action and I think “hey I want to stick that somewhere” here’s an example from my notes app (speaking of notes app use the heck out of it)

When I was writing Drink for your First Kiss this was literally all I started with :) that and the vague movements and feelings that would have come from being kissed for the first time.

As for the notes app, I recommend making it a widget! I like to write down my silly little ideas. Sometimes something really dumb happens to me and I’ll mark it as something that can be used for character development

Here’s an example! I take my siblings to school. Well at the start of the year I was driving, right? Well there’s this hole that you have to curve just right to avoid.

Dear reader I did not do that.

If anything I saw something black fly across my vision. I freaked out for a bit, dropped my sister off, and made my way back only for it to have been nothing (I should have known that realistically). And as I was shaken, driving home, I thought “ah what if it was my guardian Angel? Oh! What if he was cast down from heaven because he fell in love with me. Oh! What about a story about a girl who hits her guardian Angel, disguised as a bird, with her car and takes him in only to find out he was cast out for falling deeply in love with her and doing absolutely everything in his power to protect her. What if his love was the driving force of the story. He already fell from heaven, what wouldn’t he do for her?”

All that from me hitting a hole and all within the span of ten minutes lol!

So if you take anything away from my silly little rambling it’s that you CAN and you WILL come across a motive to continue that you haven’t hit yet!!

Mark it down, mark it down, mark it down!!

I’m sure you’ll get on eventually and if worse comes to worse, be dramatic!!!! Kill off a character for a few minutes in the drafts 🫢 nothing to get you worked up than imagining they’re not there and how does everything else move on.

Oh also add lots of spaces in between thoughts. That’s something that just works for me!

If there’s a space it can be filled during the read over :) [act out your scenes it’s so fun]

Plus, you might just hit a hole and meet a fallen Angel idk life’s full of surprises! (Like your words will be ♥️)

PS: dreams are also a good way to take ideas :) they’re already the unfiltered insanity that happens in your brain maybe take a pinch of it for your writing !

Pss: do not compare your worth and skill to others. That can be the death of creativity. We are all trying and we are all doing as we should. You’ll get there :)