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pupyuj · 1 month ago

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→ “cherry on top.” || jang wonyoung x reader fic.

— gifting your girlfriend a beautiful (and expensive) necklace was going to be the perfect way to end the last night of your winter getaway but with the necklace being forgotten all the way back to your shared apartment, wonyoung decides on the next best thing…

word count: 3.7k.

dynamic: dom!jang wonyoung x sub!actress!reader.

warnings: age gap, reader is older, lots of biting and marking, fingering, mommy kink, praise kink, hair pulling, reader being an actress doesn't really play a big part lol, wonyoung is down horrendous, wony is also lowkey into pain like whoa!

requested?: nope.

a/n: fun fact, i wanted to drop this fic around/on christmas but ofc, i didn’t have enough time so i just made it winter-themed instead 😭 i would have loved to actually drop something from my wip list that's actually been there for a while but since this ended up being a short one, i decided to go with it instead! i hope you guys like it though! i know it's not my best work ever BUT this will be a nice little step to get me back to my writing machine roots 😎😎

“i really don’t know why i’m doing all of this. it’s really nothing special,” you shared a giggle with your girlfriend, wonyoung, as you guided her along the hallways. you made her wear your favorite sleeping mask to completely obscure her vision for the sole reason of surprising her with what you have spent quite a bit of time setting up earlier in the afternoon. wonyoung, despite her excitement, takes her next steps carefully. she didn’t want a stupid incident to take attention away from what you so obviously worked hard on. “but i think this is the best way to end our little trip.” you halted her steps, giving her a soft kiss from behind her shoulder and finally lifting up the mask.

wonyoung blinks several times to have her eyes adjust to the lights that illuminated the lodge. what she saw in the living room area was a humble picnic set up! soft sheets lay on the center of the room (wonyoung noticed that you pushed the coffee table aside for space) accompanied with a few pillows, a wicker basket filled with pasties, wine, and other snacks was sitting right beside it along with a bouquet of pink tulips, and right on the sheets was your laptop with Clueless more than ready to start playing.

“oh, unnie, this is wonderful!” wonyoung whips around and squeezes you for a tight hug. you returned the embrace with the same amount of love, even going as far as to giving a kiss to the side of her head. wonyoung proceeded on tugging you over at your little set-up and sat you down. one would think that you ended world hunger with the way her eyes shined as she stared at you. you tried to ignore that sinking feeling in your stomach—guilt. because as lovely as this was, this trip should not be ending like this. you had something far better planned! but you should have expected with the way you and wonyoung rushed to start the trip that you would forget the most important item that you would be gifting her—the prettiest diamond necklace that even made a successful and rich actress like yourself sweat with how expensive it was.

but you weren’t going to tell wonyoung about the dent it made on your bank account, like ever. anyhow, you realized that you completely forgot about the necklace on the previous night. you weren’t able to sleep much since something in the back of your mind was screaming at you to check your bags and make sure everything was perfect for the next day and alas, the necklace was nowhere to be found! if wonyoung hadn’t been sleeping peacefully, you would have screamed out of pure frustration at yourself!

there was no use crying over spilt milk, however. and so, you spent the rest of that nearly-sleepless night thinking up of ways to end the trip on a good note even without the necklace. a cute indoor picnic was the idea you liked the most, and now that you’ve seen how much wonyoung appreciates it, perhaps the idea wasn’t too bad. the next problem to tackle was explaining all the trouble you went through to set this all up to wonyoung, but maybe that should be saved for until you’re both too buzzed to care about anything else.

“i hope you don’t think this is boring compared to everything we’ve been doing for the past week, love.” you said as you filled up two glasses with wonyoung’s favorite white wine. (upon noticing this, wonyoung couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. maybe it was painfully simple of her to fawn over the fact that you remembered her favorite drink because it was the bare minimum considering you’ve been dating for years now, but it is as they say: it’s the little things! so, do pardon wonyoung for falling in love with you just a little bit deeper.) a surprised sound escapes your lips when you feel your girlfriend pressing her lips on your jawline, but then you laugh at how her hair tickled your skin.

when wonyoung leaned back and saw that she left a faint kiss mark on your jawline, she let out a satisfied smile. “what do you mean? this is lovely, unnie.” wonyoung can’t even remember all the times she has wished for one relaxing day with you, so she was beyond thankful that she had a whole week of just that. with her being a bigger idol than ever and you jumping from project to project, naturally neither of you had too much time to be together recently. but at least you were luckier than most celebrity couples who can’t even see each other at all! mostly because of their management that just refuses to give them time together. you and wonyoung were blessed with family, friends, and teams that supported your relationship so both of you made sure to enjoy this little trip with everything it had to offer.

“well, between skiing, having lunch in an observation deck atop the mountain, seeing the northern lights, and a picnic with some movies, which one would be more appealing to you?” you asked, leaning back on the pillows. almost automatically, you wrapped a single arm around wonyoung’s waist and pulled her closer to you.

“anything’s good with me as long as i’m with you. how’s that?” wonyoung replies with a grin, knowing she successfully made you cringe in your seat.

you laughed, shaking your head. “ew. cornball.”

the next three hours were a blur. thanks to wonyoung who was clearly having the time of her life, the two bottles of wine were finished relatively quickly. she had begged you to get just one more bottle, using everything in her power to convince you from fluttering her eyelashes, pouting, kissing you, and whispering naughty promises in your ear. as much as you didn’t want to wake up with a hangover, you couldn’t resist wonyoung. especially when all you could see in her eyes every time you looked at her was love!

surprisingly enough, wonyoung was… quiet. when she gets drunk, she’s usually so chatty and giggly. laughing at everything and nothing, sometimes she even turns into a whole pervert! inappropriate comments and all! but tonight, it seems like being in your embrace, basking in your scent, and listening to your heartbeat as she lay her head on your chest was everything she needed to be content. you turn your head steadily towards her, careful not to startle her away from your warmth. her eyes were closed and her breathing had slowed and gotten… heavier? was she asleep? well! that wasn’t how you expected your picnic night to go.

that is until you felt fingers sneak inside your hand-knit sweater, as well as plump lips pressed against your collarbone. a whimper accidentally escapes your lips at the cold sensation of wonyoung’s hand, and you can just tell that that was a sound you should not have allowed to come out of your mouth.

“you’re so sweet, (y/n)-unnie,” wonyoung was positively drunk! her cheeks were glaringly pink and a lazy smile spread across her face while she looked up at you from your shoulder. gods, she was adorable. but you didn’t have the time to revel in that fact when she suddenly straddles your lap, her long legs wrapping around your waist and keeping you in place. with nowhere to go, you were forced to look up at her this time. “planning this entire vacation behind my back, paying for everything and strongly refusing whenever i offered, giving me the best getaway of my life… why are you so perfect?”

“it’s what you deserve, wonyoung-ah.” your reply fell from your lips smoothly as if it was the only right answer to her question. and it really was.

wonyoung playfully rolled her eyes, “so do you. but i got distracted by how much thought you put into this entire vacation that i couldn’t think up of anything to make it up to you! except for one thing, of course…” you didn’t miss how wonyoung’s tongue swiftly brushed across her upper lip and how her smile now turned into something akin to a sly grin. her eyes spelled out her plan without needing the help of her words to which you adorably and pathetically blushed at upon realization.

“n-not everything is perfectly planned… i mean, this really wasn’t how i wanted to spend our last night here together! i was going to take you to the nearby town, have a candlelit dinner with the prettiest view of the frozen river and the snowy mountains, and… i was going to give you a—”

“—a necklace, right?” wonyoung cuts you off. (on the night you found out that the necklace was nowhere to be found, wonyoung was woken up by the sounds of your frustrated and heartbroken rants to one of your friends over the phone. you had no idea she heard everything. she made sure to hold you extra tight when you returned to bed in hopes of making you feel better. and naturally, it worked.) you pouted as you nod your head, once again feeling sad about how careless you were on the day you both set off on your vacation.

“i couldn’t believe i forgot to grab it… and i didn’t realize that i never brought it with us until yesterday! so you can imagine the stress i was under this entire day while i tried to set this all up!” you sighed deeply after your little rant. you pulled wonyoung close, putting your head in her chest as she consoled you. she couldn’t hold her laughter due to the sheer amount of cuteness aggression she was feeling over your whining, but she made sure to pat your back and kiss the top of your head.

“that explains why you abruptly left me by myself in the skating rink this afternoon! and why you came back all disheveled and out of breath! oh, unnie…” wonyoung only laughs harder when you tighten your hold around her waist—you were clearly embarrassed by your antics from earlier, but wonyoung thinks it’s so cute. you were older and wiser than her, but there are days where your childish and adorable side slips out and wonyoung thinks it’s so, so charming. and the way you don’t realize it makes it all ten times better. makes you ten times more… desirable. irresistible.

wonyoung starts to kiss you from your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your jawline… until she finally reaches your neck where she liked to just take you in and relish at how you shuddered at her actions, “necklace or not, the night would have ended up exactly the same… you did all this for me, and i would love to do things for you in return. many things.” you don’t realize that she reached behind you and undid the perfect ribbons she herself tied up for you. not until you felt her fingers drag across your now exposed skin while simultaneously giving your neck the softest kisses you’ve ever received.

“will you let me?”

she didn’t even need to ask. and she didn’t need to hear an answer from you. kissing her with never-before-seen passion was enough of a confirmation from you. wonyoung appreciates how you always allowed her to have control whenever things escalated. both of you knew you were too clueless about all this, but fortunately wonyoung wasn’t.

and thank heavens for that.

wonyoung tugs gently on your hair with one hand and holds your jaw tightly with the other, deepening the kiss, practically shoving her tongue inside your mouth and establishing dominance early on just because she so loves feeling the moment you submit to her. it happens when your shoulders relax, your hands fall on her thighs, and your hips desperately grind towards hers to quench your thirst. it’s a massive ego boost and if it wasn’t for you, wonyoung would feed on it until it consumed her… but she doesn’t allow that to happen. not anymore.

you deserve the utmost care and love and that was what she wanted to give you. what she will give you.

“mmhn.. wonyoung…” who would’ve thought that the brilliant young actress that the entire nation adores for her kind heart, bright-as-the-stars smile and unrivaled poise would elicit such sounds for a lover? but then again, jang wonyoung is not just any lover, is she?

wonyoung pulls your top over your head and tosses it elsewhere. she refused to believe that it was the wine that made you look a thousand times more delectable than usual, but rather, she accepted that you were just that stunning. with your hair unkempt in the most perfect way, your lip tint a mess on your face, chest heaving up and down, eyes clouded with longing… and the cherry on top? seeing that you were wearing the bra that wonyoung got you a few months back.

the younger girl bites her bottom lip at the sight, “please, have some patience.” whether wonyoung said that to you or to her very own hunger for you was unclear. she repositions herself so that she was now on all fours, her lips attached to yours once again but now… you had her hands on her. you wanted to feel her skin on yours, but wonyoung had plans of her own. she ignores your needy whines and your desperate attempts to undress her with great difficulty and continues on making a mess of your mind using her lips alone.

eventually, you were sitting on the couch while wonyoung was on her knees in front of you. your bra had been cast aside as well, leaving you fully topless. what a sight to behold, really. wonyoung spots a faint hickey on your collarbone, the one that she remembers putting there herself when she couldn’t help it after you both arrived at the lodge. there was another one on your shoulder which looked a lot more recent—that was from when she dragged you into the shower with her two days ago, and she was particularly proud of that one too!

you held wonyoung’s stare as her hand traveled slowly from your chest to your stomach. she was teasing you. enticing you to make a desperate action just so she can shut it down and hear you beg… but you know her game, and you don’t feel like playing it this time. besides, she asked you to ‘have some patience’! you weren’t one to disobey when she asked so nicely.

lifting your hips, wonyoung successfully got your shorts off of you and left them to fall at your ankles. “aww, you’re all ready for me.” wonyoung said smugly, staring at the wet spot on your underwear. add that to the list of things wonyoung finds so adorable about you; you can get riled up so easily, it’s sometimes unbelievable. and yet, you were never too needy and would rather wait for wonyoung to initiate something. she almost hated how patient you can really be, but hey, she was the one who asked for it!

“a-are you sure we should be doing this without closing the c-curtains—i mean, what if someone… some…” your words trail off, having been distracted with the way wonyoung gently presses her fingertips against your clothed clit and rubs very slow circles on it. and all of a sudden you didn’t care anymore. the mild shrubbery in front of the lodge was enough of a cover, you suppose.

“hm? what was that, unnie?”

“nothing.. noth—ah!” you squeak after wonyoung unexpectedly pressed hard on your clit, but cover your mouth immediately. but it’s not like anyone would hear, anyway. all of the other lodges are quite a distance away and you would have to be screaming for them to hear you and that, wonyoung feels, is quite timely because that was exactly what she wanted to do. as if it wasn’t obvious already, wonyoung has been a lot more head-over-heels for you than usual. she truly believes that she was falling in love with you all over again and the last time that happened, wonyoung had to run after you as you were leaving an event just to tell you about all about the feelings she has had for you. of course, that led to the wonderful relationship you have now… but just what else can wonyoung do this time?

“come here.” she pulls you in for a kiss. it was softer this time but it wasn’t any less passionate than the last. it almost felt like a reminder that even though her heart was on fire, wonyoung will still take care of you and you know what? that was basically the only reassurance that you needed to completely submit.

soon enough, your panties joined the pile of your clothes on the ground. wonyoung had started attacking your neck, her lips latching onto every inch of your skin and leaving lovely red marks in her wake. you’d tell her to be careful not to make them too red, or not to leave too much if it didn’t feel so good, if the way wonyoung’s fingers wasn’t so distracting with just how much she was teasing you. oh, to hell with it—you start grinding against her hand, paying no mind to how wonyoung couldn’t help but break into a smile while she worked her lips down to your chest. she wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you as close as you can be to her before catching one of your nipples in her mouth.

your hands dig through wonyoung’s beautiful hair while your moans fill the warm, empty air. it was getting harder and harder to pay attention to anything at this point. all you can hear was wonyoung’s soft moans and heavy breathing, and it reminded you of how much you would have loved to switch roles and please her yourself, but wonyoung was sweet enough to take charge and you need this. “mmn… mommy, open up for me… please?” the younger girl whispered against your skin. you lift one leg up, giving wonyoung all the access she wanted and more.

you leaned further back on the cushions of the couch as wonyoung inserted two fingers inside you. she was slow, careful. she always gave you chances to back out if you didn’t feel comfortable enough to do any of this with her. and once she knew that you truly wanted this, she allowed herself to relax and start her work. although, her steady pace didn’t last long—each second that passed, she only thrusted faster, wanting to hear you moan over and over again. she kept glancing up from your chest, looking at your expressions and smiling to herself while she alternated between sucking on your tits and leaving marks all over them. not having had enough of it all, you started rocking your hips towards the younger girl’s hand, desperately chasing after even more pleasure.

occasionally, wonyoung would wince at how hard you tugged at her hair. she knows you don’t do it on purpose and she does like it, plus it gives her reason to, say, ‘get back at you’ by biting your skin and making you wince. and it was when she bit on your collarbone that you moaned her name wonderfully. pride surges within wonyoung. more, she wanted, and faster she went. her fingers reached deeper than they ever have before and out of your mouth came sounds wonyoung was hearing for the first time, so she kept it up.

“tell me,” wonyoung says. you hear her, but you don’t respond. “am i doing goo—mmpf!” you silenced wonyoung by quickly pulling her hair and crashing your lips together. your free hand clutches on her shoulders for dear life, your nails digging into the skin exposed by her off-shoulder blouse.

“yes…! hmnn… you’re being so good, love…” you answered as your lips briefly parted hers. wonyoung, overwhelmed by adrenaline, moans at the praise. she was soaking wet herself; her core ached for attention and your praises, your lips, and your tightness wasn’t making anything easy for her. but oh, sweet and selfless wonyoung wouldn’t stop pleasing you just as you’re about to reach your climax just so she can get off instead. she hides her face on the crook of your neck, now stimulating your clit with her thumb and driving you into a frenzy.

“i love you so much, unnie… i’ll make it up to you properly later on but—hah… but for now,” wonyoung releases your waist from her hold and places her hand behind your other thigh before pushing your leg back. “cum for me.” she mutters right against your ear. a shiver runs down your spine before you succumb and the knot in your stomach breaks. wonyoung held you as you came, trying her very hardest not to cum with you because not only will that be embarrassing but also because surely you would tease her for cumming untouched!

wonyoung pulled her fingers out of you once you were calm again. you smile at her as you didn’t have the energy to speak just yet… nor did you have the energy to do anything else at all. while wonyoung was busy cleaning up her fingers (using her mouth, naturally), you just so happened to notice that she had her legs closed a bit too tightly, and her face was flushed way beyond normal. and then, you knew. your poor, darling angel needed you too!

you went on to move yourself back down on the mattress on the floor, then, you took a hold of wonyoung’s sleeve and pulled her down with you as you lay yourself down on your back. wonyoung was confused, albeit being totally into whatever you were planning. it was when you slid a leg in between her thighs and pressed it against her throbbing core that she knew. and oh, was she ready.

you tucked wonyoung’s hair behind her ear, and warmth blooms inside your chest when she smiles at you, “let’s make this night last, wonyoung-ah.” you mumbled as you placed a soft kiss on her nose.

“whatever you want, my love.”

well, turns out you really didn’t need that necklace, after all.

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hoshigray · 2 years ago

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Alright, y'all, here's the plan: you're not quite aware of what Toji does for work, yet you keep quiet. But one night, the man comes home bleeding, and you can't keep your worries to yourself anymore. However, for your protection, Toji isn't ready to reveal his assassin business to you. And, in the heat of the moment, ends up saying something that hurts you instead...

A/n: (Reuploaded bc I forgot smthn) This prompt was picked from a poll to celebrate the 300+ followers milestone (pssst tysm for 450+ you lovelies :D) two weeks back. Truthfully, I don't think this is my best work after proofreading, but I did my best. Probably bc 1) it's longer than I intended, and 2) I procrastinated waaaaay too much with this. I don't even think I made sense halfway through, lol, but fuck it, we ball. Anyways, like last time, there is art drawn by me (@hoshigaby) but it'll be found deep in the fic :33

I hope you enjoy the ride and reblogs + replies are much appreciated!! Also, don't be alarmed that Y/n in the drawing looks of a dark complexion, feel free to use your imagination if it doesn't suit you. But do not edit it; be an adult and ignore it if it's not your taste.

Cw: Toji x fem!reader - arguing/yelling - fingering (fem! receiving) - mating press - Daddy kink - first Toji is sour, then he's sweet bc he's whipped for you :) - clitoral play (pressing down and a pinch) - praise - breast fondling + nipple play - pet names (angel, baby, darlin', honey, kid, mama/ma, princess, sweetheart/sweetie) - Megumi mean-mugging his father while Tsumiki and Shiu Kong tell him to do better lol - mentions of blood and stab wound; isn't fully healed so reopens.

Wc: 5.8k

"Uhh, are you sleeping on the couch?"

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"...Why??"

You scrunch your brow at your phone, looking at the two people you're talking to through the screen. "I know you're not about to get on my case over where I'm sleeping."

On the L-shaped couch lay you, cuddled up with a fluffy blanket and memory foam pillow, one hand holding your phone while another wrapped around a stuffed plushy. You were on a video call with your best friends: Utahime and Mei Mei.

Utahime, lying on her bed with a face mask, replied to you. "Oh, I'm definitely getting on your case because it's supposed to be the other way around!"

"True, but I like the couch anyways." You puff at the woman who's not satisfied with your answer. "Plus, I'm on the L-part of the couch, so it's practically like a bed!"

Your other friend, Mei Mei, chuckles at her screen. Icy blue hair pulled up in a bun with reading glasses positioned atop her forehead, probably counting her tips on her desk like she always does before bed. "My my, this is the fourth night this week. What did your man say to make you this upset?"

Memories of what happened before come back to you, and so does the exhausting irritation you've been trying to keep at bay.

It was a quiet night like this one as the rain fell hard on the silent streets. You've just put Tsumiki and Megumi to sleep and waited in the living room, watching a movie to pass the time. It was pretty late into the night when you heard the door open as drowsiness settled in. Nevertheless, you got up to greet the man you'd been waiting for coming from the entrance, but you weren't prepared for the sight that instantly woke you up.

Toji Fushiguro, groaning and leaning against the wall with his black jean jacket drenched from the rain. A hand was clenched on the left side of his torso, deep red tarnishing his plain white shirt. He was heaving in an attempt to even his breathing, but when he caught a glimpse of you standing before him, he was quick to try and play it off with a worn-out grin. "Hey, baby." His familiar deep voice was strained in subtle agony.

Worry bubbles within, and you rush towards him. "Oh my God, Toji, what happened!?" You remind yourself to not be too loud as the children are still asleep, so you rely on whisper yellings while walking him up to your shared bedroom.

Even in the room, Toji doesn't explain himself. Just silent hushes and cajoles that he's alright. "I'm fine, honey. Just tell me where's the first aid box." Pointing at the bathroom cabinet, you watch him leave your side to grab the kit. The crimson spilling from him is caused by a stab wound he reveals when he sits on the bathtub, lifting his shirt. You can feel your eyes water, imagining the pain he's going through when he hisses from putting on rubbing alcohol on the gash.

The words you want to say feel so forbidden. Your fingers fidget amongst themselves with the irregular beat of your chest. Don't say it, Y/n. Keep your mouth shut. Don't—

"Is this from work?"

Green eyes shoot back in your direction, and you immediately feel yourself sinking into a pool of regret.

Talk of Toji's occupation wasn't something you brought up much. Even at the beginning of your relationship, he didn't indulge in any insights about what he does, so you eventually quit after a few failed attempts. However, with all the nights he's come home while you sleep or the new scars you point out yet are brushed off, your anxiousness for him keeps festering. And seeing him with his own blood on his hands made you wonder how many nights he has pulled off doing such without your knowledge.

Toji's eyes go back to his wound. "Don't worry 'bout it." The stern tone of his voice has your blood turn cold. He didn't want to entertain this, especially in the wee hours of the night.

And yet you still persist. "No, Toji, I'm serious." You can see him glare at you through the raven bangs shading his forehead. A warning. But it doesn't stop you. "I'm getting worried about you."

From there was when the argument came. Every point you've made to him was shut down at once. His cold responses pierced you. Usually, you'd do what you can to avoid this type of confrontation. But now, it hurts even more when he doesn't cooperate with you, your concerns disregarded like rubbish.

"Damn it, Y/n!" Toji barks at you, seething through the physical pain as a fist bangs hard on the bathroom cabinet. "Why's it so hard for you to stay out of this?"

"Well, if you would tell me things instead of pushing me out the way, then maybe I wouldn't have to!" At this point, you're fighting the tears from falling. Your face hot with frustration, but you still speak. "Toji, I've done so much for you and the kids, and I—"

"No one told you to do—"

"Yet I STILL do!" It's your turn to yell. "I care about you deeply, same with Tsumiki and Megumi. I don't ask for much, Toji. But I want you to open your life to me just a little, even when you're hurt like this!"

His emerald eyes remain rigid despite your pleas to him. And what he said next had you still to the core. You can recall the beat of your heart corrupting your senses while the tears stride down.

"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."

"He said WHAT!!??" Utahime shrieks after you retell the situation to your friends.

You nod your head. "I just looked at him, and he looked at me. Then I turned, picked my pillow up, and headed downstairs to this couch."

To say the dark-haired woman was livid was an understatement. "And tell me WHY this fucker isn't the one sleeping on this couch, again??"

"Even if I did tell him to sleep on the couch, he probably would say something like, 'Tch, why should I? I pay bills for this damn house,' and yadda, yadda." This is true, apart from the man being injured, so having him move would've been immoral. "Plus, I just really wanted to get outta the room, so I went ahead and moved myself out."

"So? You pay bills too, what the hell!? Good God, Y/n," Utahime shakes her head. "You sure we can't pummel this dude?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, I'm getting used to ignoring him when I see him around the house. But, oh my God, guys, his kids," the phone panned down to the plush toy and the pink, fluffy blanket. "Miki saw me sleeping here the other morning and gave me this blanket. And Gumi — he's such a sweetie. He gave me his favorite froggy toy to sleep with to scare off his dad from 'bothering me in my dreams.' "

"Hmm, how adorable." Mei Mei comments. "Funny how such darlings can come from a guy like that."

Utahime nods rapidly and throws in her opinion. "Listen, Y/n, you shouldn't think you outta be in every part of that man's life. Even so, he should at least know how to compromise. I mean, come on, you take care of him, the kids, the house, and go to work with us. All of that just for you to sleep on a couch!?"

"You're not gonna let this couch thing go, aren't you?" The pale blue-haired woman chuckles again, and Utahime sighs. "But she's right, Y/n. It takes a certain kind of person to have the patience to do what you do in a relationship with a single father and two children. I'm sure Utahime would've left with all her hair out."

The dark-haired one gets up from her bed and takes her device with her, heading to the bathroom to finish her skin care. "Now, why am I the one used as an example?"

"Because you're the most vocal about a relationship that isn't yours." A sly smile is painted on Mei Mei's face after she hears a 'hmph!' from the other as Utahime removes the mask and washes her face. "My point is that you like this man — love him even. But that love shouldn't cost you to be so emotionally drained. Perhaps he understands this, except it wasn't the perfect moment for you two to express yourselves. Maybe talk to him when you two stop the silent treatment."

All you do is hum aimlessly, too wrapped in what your friend said to give a proper response. Then you yawn, your body signaling you to finally rest. "I'll sleep on that thought. Night, girlies~~" You wave and send kisses to the other two. They do the same as you leave the video call, placing the phone on the coffee table and snuggling up with the blanket and plush toy.

You try to distract yourself by thinking of what you'll do tomorrow. You gotta get up and make breakfast for Tsumiki and Megumi before waking them up, then head to the station and take the bus to work. Maybe you can finally try that new café close by with Mei Mei and Utahime for lunch. And when you return home, you should whip up something fun for the kids to eat.

Perhaps, make something for Toji since he sometimes forgets to feed himself when you're not around. Or if he's leaving for work, wish him a safe trip back home like always. And...if he's down for it...you can find the right time......to talk...about......

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The moment you closed your eyes, it felt as though you were sleeping on your own bed again. When you turn to your side, your body descends into the feeling of cold sheets beneath you. It was pretty comfy! Plus, the blanket—

Wait...Sheets?

Your eyes slowly open to the sight of bedsheets underneath you. Navigating out of the sleepy stupor, you make out parts of your surroundings to know that you're not in the living room anymore. You slowly rise up to face the door of the bedroom. Your shared bedroom.

A sudden cough alerts you, forced as if to grab your attention. A chill crawls up your spine. Oh God, no. You turn to the side to see the man accompanying his side of the bed. And there he was, Toji, lying on his side with his head resting on a hand, looking dead at you. His raven hair looked damp from a recent shower, sporting only a grey wifebeater and dark sweatpants.

"Hey," is all he says to you. No smirk and no nickname followed with the greeting. Just a simple address to you with his green eyes softly watching yours. You almost fall into their inviting spell the more you look at them.

Nonetheless, it's not compelling enough since you remember he's the man you fought with four days ago — the same man you weren't prepared to see right now. You quickly turn away from him and lift the comforter to exit the room. However, Toji grabbed your wrist before your feet could touch the floor, his grip too strong for you to pull away from him.

You avoid eye contact with him, your back facing him. "Toji, let me go. I'm going to sleep."

"Then sleep."

"On the couch, Toji." You try and pull again. Nothing.

"Fuck that, just sleep here. I didn't carry you up here for nothin'."

You shake your head as you exhale through your nose. Of course, he carried me here. "Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"

The words that left your lips surprised you and the grip around your wrist tightens. You didn't mean to say them, but it was the truth because they were his own words. Or did you?

Still facing away from Toji, you're unable to see his reaction. Oh shit, is he angry? Is he going to let me go after that?

"Darlin', please..." His deep voice hushed for only you to hear. "I just really need you with me here. Just for tonight...." His hold lessens, leaving you to decide whether you should stay.

The silence is uncomfortable for both of you — especially for Toji, who has you where he wants you to be, where you're supposed to be. As seconds pass when he doesn't hear from you, the nervousness that used to exist before your relationship rises back into the pit of his stomach. And his soul drops down when you remove your wrist from his hand.

Though, to his surprise, your hand lifts the comforter up while your legs move back on top of the mattress. You lay back down with a sigh, your back still facing Toji. "Did you give Miki back her blanket?"

Toji exhales quietly, situating himself back on his side of the bed. "Yeah, and Megumi with his toy."

You hum, and the silence fills the room once more.

Toji looks at nothing but your figure next to him, watching the rise and fall of your shoulder as you breathe silently, your face nestled comfortably on the pillow. To think it's been half a week since he last saw you in this room is hard to believe.

That night when you left him really stuck with him. The image of your face covered in tears was all he envisioned, the same with you grabbing your pillow and exiting the room. After tending his stab wound, he went down to talk it out. Yet when Toji saw you sleeping soundly on the couch with dried tears painting your pretty face, he didn't dare wake you up and just went to bed.

And it was worse the following days. Not only did he have you avoiding him at every chance, but he had to deal with the judgmental looks of his children. Never in his life has he seen Megumi give him glares that meant business. If looks could kill, Toji would be finished. And Tsumiki, his sweet little girl, now pesters him about being nice to Y/n, saying he should think about their feelings and apologize.

But what about his feelings? Does no one understand that he was just trying to keep you out of business that you didn't need to fret over? He's very aware that his job is not a normal one. It's dangerous, and anyone around him can get hurt or worse. Hence, keeping you away from this part of his life keeps you and his family safe. If not knowing he's an assassin keeps you from harm's way, why change that.

At least...that's what he thought, not what he said.

Even Shiu Kong, his handler, had something to say after telling him what had happened during lunch today. "Wow. I knew you were trash, but I didn't know you were that dumb, too." The man snickers when Toji shoves a middle finger his way. Shiu lights another cigarette after discarding the one he finishes. "Well, how were they supposed to know you were watching out for them? If someone you love comes to your front door bloody and sick, whose safety are you worrying about?"

Toji says nothing to that, letting the other man resume speaking some sense into him after taking a long sig from his cigarette.

"Look. I can't promise that this angel of yours wants to stay with you after what you said. That's all up to them. But until they decide that, I hope your dumbass realizes when someone sticks with you literally through blood and pain, that's someone who cares for you to the Moon and back. Not saying you should tell them what you do, but a nice word or two of comfort is all they need. If you're not that big of an idiot, reconcile and let them know you care about them."

"...Reconcile and let them know you care about them..."

If there's one thing that Toji has trouble with, it's knowing how to use his words. It was a tiny problem in the earlier stages of your relationship, but as time flew, you could guess how much the tall man cherishes you by his actions rather than words.

The older man knows that you know he loves you. But now, when he's pushed into a position where words are necessary to portray his real feelings for you, he feels stumped.

"If you were goin' to be a thorn on my side like this, I wouldn't have let you be in it in the first place."

Toji grimaces at his own words replaying in his head. Why the fuck did I say that?

"Whatever happened to you not wanting me to be a part of your life?"

Your words ring in his mind. Why did I fuckin' say that for? What the hell is wrong with me? What did—

"Toji?"

He returns to reality, eyes moving back to your still silhouette.

"I know you're still awake, so I'm gonna ask this." Toji braces himself for whatever your soft voice muttered. "Whatever job you're doing, is it a dangerous one?"

Shit. The dreaded talk is here, and Toji cannot escape it.

"Yeah."

"Are you good at your job?"

"It's the only thing I'm good at."

You nod your head aimlessly to his answer. Then you turn around to face the anxious older man. The moonlight peaking through the window blinds illuminates your face beautifully while Toji's breathing slows.

"I don't think that's true," you continue to answer. "You're good at being a father to Tsumiki and Megumi. Not the best, but a decent one nonetheless. You're also good at caring for me; letting me live with you and your family proves that. And lastly," Toji gulps with a dry throat.

"You're good at loving. You say you're lousy at it, but there's love in everything you do for me. It's there when you look at me whenever you think I'm unaware. Or when you silently grab my hand when in crowded areas. Or," a small chuckle exits from you. "When you carry me up from downstairs to the bedroom."

Toji's jade eyes lock in with yours, waiting for you to avert your gaze away from him. But you don't. You keep looking at him. You keep spoiling him. This type of recognition is something Toji never thought he deserved, so you giving it to him so effortlessly makes his growing guilt eat him alive.

"I care about you so much, Toji." You shift closer to Toji and bring a hand to his cheek, causing the man to lift his brows. Your face is only a few inches away from his. "What happened yesterday really scared me. All I could think about was the wound and all the scars you have. Where they all came from and how deep they are. Or......you never coming back."

"Baby..." Toji absently refers to you with a sweet name, placing his big hand on top of yours on his cheek. He lets you finish.

"I know you can't guarantee coming back to me unscathed, but I just want you to promise me something: please let me know you'll be okay. When you're gone, I can only hope you make it back home safely. So, just promise to not get yourself killed." A sheepish smile is used to ease the serious tone. "Even if I'm not in your life, I'm sure Tsumiki and Megumi would be pretty upset to not have you around."

Toji scoffs. "Trust me, I'm sure they'd leave me the moment you step out the door." That makes you laugh, and it has the man swooning hearing it. His hand moves to your cheek, and you allow him to stroke it with a thumb. "And I wouldn't blame 'em. Havin' such a beautiful and loving angel slip through my fingers?"

"Toji..."

"I'm sorry for what I said and scarin' you like that. If you aren't here with me, as part of my life and all, then I don't think I can't make a promise like that. You're too good fr' me, and I'm sorry if I didn't seem to appreciate you until now."

And you know he's genuine with his plea, his green eyes gauging your reaction to see if he's worth another chance. All you do is sigh and lift yourself up, wipe his wet bangs from his forehead, and kiss it. "Not the best apology, but I accept it."

He drones, relishing the feeling of your lips on him again. "So, are we cool, kid?"

"Yeah," you peer down at him with a smile, and he does the same. "We're cool. However, if you ever yell at me again, don't be surprised when I pack my bags."

"Oh yeah?" Toji raises a brow. "I'll be careful, then."

"You better." Hushed chuckles are shared to comfort the silence, enjoying the closeness between you two that felt like forever to have again. Just the two of you with you giggling above him and the light from the window cascading an ethereal glow to your features. Your teeth shied behind pretty lips, lips he wanted to kiss.

And you catch him looking. You notice him wanting you, needing you. Just as much as you need him. You slowly lean down to his face, planting your soft lips on his rigid pair.

Toji's surprised by the action for a moment, but he moans into your mouth and pulls you into him closer. The kiss starts off nice and slow yet quickly changes to one filled with passion and desire. Teeth clashing, tongues exchanging, sweet moans paired with aroused groans.

As you two are lost in each other's lips, Toji carefully maneuvers you on your back with him on top of you. Your legs find purchase around his waist as he rocks into your core, rocking your hips together in a steady rhythm by the second.

His hand snakes down to your lower region, fingers brushing past your pajamas and onto your panty-covered vulva. The intrusion has you breaking the kiss with heavy breaths filling the silent, moonlit room. He busses your chin down to your neck as shaky mewls slip out your mouth.

"Haaah, Toji, we shouldn't. It's late—Hmmm..." Your whimpers don't stop him from pulling your pajamas and undergarments off.

"It's okay, sweetheart, lemme make it up to you." He says in-between kisses on your clavicle, pulling up your shirt to reveal your bare chest. His free hand fondles a breast before his mouth goes for the other. "Let Daddy take care of you..."

The sudden combination of his thick fingers intruding between your nether folds and his mouth sucking and licking your sensitive nipple has you whining in bliss, your hand gripping his wet raven hair resulting in a satisfied groan from the older man. Toji missed this — missed you — close to him, under him on this bed.

One finger plays with your wet chasm for a few moments before it's inserted inside. A shriek is let out as your cunt adjusts to the digit. "Mmmph! Oh God, Daddy, your fingers...Ahhh!"

A soft 'pop' leaves from Toji's mouth when pulled back from sucking on your nipple, his tongue lapping around the sensitive nob. "What's that, mama? My fingers feelin' good?" You nod rapidly, but that's not the answer Toji's looking for, so he bites on your nipple gingerly yet hard enough for you to jolt. "Daddy wants your words, angel."

"Yesss, yes, your fingers feel soo good," You mewl to him, and Toji chuckles dangerously low while rewarding you with another digit in your slick-coated hole. His abrupt middle finger joins his forefinger in attacking your velvety walls, and your voice shifts higher in ecstasy.

The sounds of Toji's tongue licking around your nipple coincide with the squelches between his fingers and your gushy slit. Your brain starts to short-circuit.

"Ahh! Ahhh! Daddy, I can feel—I'm gonna," Toji's fingers pick up the pace. You're so close to release, you can feel it.

"Gonna be good and cum on Daddy's fingers, right, baby?"

"Mhmmm, I wanna co—Oh, Jesus, I wanna come. Hoooooh..."

"Then go ahead, princess. Mess 'em up." Toji comes up to kiss your forehead as his fingers go irrationally fast, and a thumb sneaks to press down on your unattended clit. With a choked cry, you spasm and cream on his thick digits. He watches you finish, loving the image of your head pushed back on pillows and your body arching towards him.

He dismisses himself from you once you're done, licking his fingers of your essence and taking off his wifebeater and pants. The image of his free cock has you biting your lower lip in anticipation as you discard your shirt to the bedroom floor as well. When you look at Toji, you notice the bandaged patch on his left side. He sees you glimpsing, quick to ease your concerns. "I'll be fine, darlin'. Won't go too crazy." Looking at his scarred body in a new light, you nod and follow his lead.

Toji carries your legs up to move to the right of his shoulder, situating you two into a mating press. His dick aligns with your glossy cunt. Precum meets slick and lubricates the two sexes pushing into each other. Toji coaxes you. "Too tense, ma. Relax fr' me." You prepare yourself with even breaths, and the man pushes into you with each exhale.

The head of his cock enters, a cry departs from your lips, and Toji hisses with the tightness of your slit. His hips go slow, making sure your walls accommodate every vein and dent of his dick as it ventures deep within you. Hits to your G-spot have you babbling incoherent prayers, gripping the sheets under you.

When his cockhead finally meets your cervix, you sob his name in rapture. Toji smirks, dialing the pace of his thrusts up. "Mmmm, Christ, yr' tight pussy. So fuckin' perfect fr' me."

Every stroke prompts a euphoric moan from you, drool escaping your lips as your mind turns into putty. The noises of his pelvis smacking on your ass feel so wrong to hear, yet you can't help but grip around Toji's girthy length. It gets worse when he presses his entire body weight on you, forcing you to take his cock and abusing your tender cervix with every deep rut.

As for Toji, he's enjoying seeing you writhe and pant under his bow. The corner of your eyes sprinkled with tears, your mouth wailing in euphoric chants, the way your cunt clamps around his dick when he grinds his hips deep onto your come-covered folds. He can never get enough of this, enough of you, driving him so fucking crazy.

"Daddyyy, I'm gonna—Ahhaaaa!!" Toji's now going at an erratic cadence, his cock churning your insides as his heavy balls slapping your folds being the only things you can listen to. Your whines get higher and higher while chasing your climax. "Cu-cumming, I'm gonna cumm—Ohhh!!"

"Hnngh! Oh, shit, fuck, fuck. Me too, kid, me too," Toji groans into your ear. God, his deep voice makes your brain mush. "Oooooh, want me to fill you up, mama?"

Your head nods frantically, tears now staining your face. "Yessss, please, Daddy!! I want it!" Toji hears your pleas and smashes his mouth into yours, moans swapped between lips with tongues daubed in saliva. A hand is moved down to your clit, pinching the spot between Toji's forefinger and thumb. And your pussy tightens around his cock one last time before you peak onto him.

The fluttery spasms of your walls clenching around Toji have him finish in three deep strokes, spurting his seed inside you before he relaxes his heaving body on yours. The kiss breaks with you two huffing and panting, the final moments of your high finally depleting out of your nude bodies.

His green eyes take in your dazed expression, calloused fingers wiping your tears away. "How's that for an apology?"

"You pervy old man," You chuckle to yourself, so out of breath. "You're more of a man of action anyway, so you pulled through. "

"Hehe, I'll take it." He cups your jaw with his big hand, your eyes locked in with his. "I love you so fuckin' much, baby. Sorry for ever making you think otherwise."

You blink once. Twice. Your hands come up to his face, and a finger swipes away black bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. "I love you too, Toji. I would've left your ass if you weren't."

Toji smiles and leans in to kiss your swollen lips with his scared ones; however, a sharp pain stops him, prompting the big man to yell out. Worried, you try to assess what's wrong. Then you see it: the blood-stained bandage on his left side.

A gasp catches his attention, and Toji turns to what you're gawking at. His body freezes, seeing the trail of blood exit from his reopened wound.

"Ahhhh shit..."

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"Well, well, well," Utahime smirks at you through the screen. "I see you're not on the couch anymore."

You smile sheepishly as you lie on the pillows and headboard of your shared bed. Tsumiki and Megumi huddle beside you, napping blissfully around your presence under Tsumiki's pink blanket.

"Yeah, we made up last night." To avoid disturbing the children, you reply in whispers.

Mei Mei hums. "I see that. I assume you two had a nice talk about it?" You open your mouth, but no words come out. The two women quirk up a brow.

"Oh? I take it that there was more than just talking." Utahime chimes in, her smile going ear to ear while your eyes avoid the screen. "No wonder we didn't see you at work today. The dick so good it saved your relationship, huh?" She laughs at you hushing her up for using crude language while the children sleep. "Well, happy you two figured it out. But don't think I won't come over there and beat his ass the next time I see you on that couch."

"I second that," Mei Mei agrees. "But Uta can do the beatdown; I'm more interested in what he has in his wallet."

"Not much, I'll tell you that." you correct your friend. "I'm the one who takes care of his finances for safe-keeping."

"Well, that makes things easier for me."

The three of you laugh through your devices. Then you hear heavy footsteps drawing closer from the stairs. "Oop, he's back now. I'll talk to you guys later!" You hurriedly wave and kiss your friends goodbye before ending the video call. The bedroom door opens, and there he is.

Toji flashes a quick smile at you before it vanishes once he sees his kids nestled around you. "I was hopin' to get some alone time with you."

You giggle as you brush Tsumik's hair away from her pretty face. "You're back early. Is your wound okay now?"

"Hmph, yeah, thanks to you pushin' me out the way and grabbin' for the first aid kit." Toji pokes fun at you for the event from last night, where you immediately pushed the brawny man off of you and ran for the tools necessary to treat his open injury the moment you saw blood. You chuckle and watch the tall man climb into bed. "Doc said it should fully heal within a week or two. Why the squirts here?"

"They were happy to find me back in the room for a nap, so they joined me and kept me company." Megumi snuggles close to you for warmth, and you pick him up to your chest.

"Well, they're takin' my spot."

"I don't think they care."

Toji pinches your nose for your snarky remark, and you wriggle out of his fingers with quiet chuckles. His hand then cups your face and pulls you to face him, his emerald eyes softly gazing into you.

"You know I love the hell outta you, right?" His deep voice sounds sweet to the ears. You purr into his hand. "And I hope you know I'm the same for you." He nods. You smile.

He hesitates for a split second, but Toji leans close to kiss your tender lips. Only for a tiny hand to come smacking him in the face, halting him from further movement. To the shock of you both, Megumi was back awake, sending a mean look at his father.

Toji groans in annoyance. "What was that for, brat?"

"For making Y/n sad." Megumi keeps his hold on you secure as he and Toji mean-mug each other. Queuing Tsumiki from her slumber, defending you from her father. "Apologize or stay away!" The little girl warns the older man.

You're quick to break up the mini-fight amongst the Fushiguros. "Alright, kids, no need to worry about me. Your dad already apologized to me by promising to take us out for dinner tonight." Childish faces beam in delight while Toji shifts to instant puzzlement. "Now go get ready and put on your shoes!" Tsumiki and Megumi do just that, rushing out of your shared room and to their own.

When you can't hear the pitter-patter of little feet anymore, you feel big strong arms haul you into Toji's embrace, attacking you with tickles. You try to squirm your way out, but it's no use when he uses his body to cage you in. "Who told you to make promises on my name, huh? You tryna be bratty with me, kid?" He grins at your ticklish suffering.

"Then don't you—Oh God, stop!" It's difficult finishing your statement while fighting back laughter and screams. "Don't you ever yell at me again!"

He stops tickling you, thank God. You catch your breath as Toji looks at you under him with a proud smile. "I don't plan on it, sweetie. Now c'mere."

Toji finally has his lips placed on your soft ones, and you happily return the favor by wrapping your arms around his neck to pepper him with delicate kisses. But the romantic atmosphere vanishes when the children come and dogpile on Toji after hearing your ticklish screams, forcing the older Fushiguro off of you to deal with his kids with tickles of their own.

Observing the children laugh and squirm under Toji's merciless fingers, a soft smile adorns your face watching the domestic display before you and thinking how lucky you are to witness such a thing. Well, that's before all three of them turn to you and bring you another ticklish horror.

And despite the torture, your screams and giggles are filled with pure joy and contentment, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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First off, I always love reading your work. Makes me smile when I’m going through it 🫶🏻

Could you do rhys x reader or maybe a batboys head canon for how they’d take care of you while life seems to be out to get you? Like every time you think your problems are solved, something blows up in your face? Maybe like something breaks in your flat, and then something crazy happens at work, and then like you get sick or something and reader is just super down and rhys/batboys are trying to bring her back up? Taking care of her and stuff?

Sorry if this is too confusing or similar to anything you’ve had before, my brain is a little short-circuited tonight lol and I’ve been kinda going through it so I can’t think straight

Dry Your Tears

Bat boys x reader

A/n: I dream of the three of them taking care of me. Also I’m sorry babe, I’m also going through it so we’re together on this

Warnings: Tamlin being mean to reader, anxiety, and fluff

Your luck for charming High Lords and their advisors has finally run out

You were on a roll on your little tour of Day, Winter, and Summer

But coming home from other courts empty handed sucked

Especially when it was the spring court

With Tamlin finally back in power with a group of advisors and his court put together he’s been full of himself acting all high and mighty

Yesterday was your first time there since the court was put together

Of course it was all males who didn’t respect you one bit and Tamlin was no help either

The spring high lord was very condescending and it brought out your insecurities about your place in the court

Tamlin also targeted your relationship with the boys, pointing out other flaws there

You slept in your own bed once you arrived at the town house since you left Spring so late

As you fell into a fitful sleep you dreaded the paper work you had to do in the morning

The next morning you found a note on the kitchen table from Rhys that read, Sorry we missed you darling. Emergency in Windhaven. We’ll be back tomorrow morning. We love you very much

You frown at the note but smile at the little heart drawn at the end

After breakfast you set out to do paperwork with infrequent visits from Amren about updates on court matters

Getting to the Spring Court report drained you

Just thinking about it makes your skin itch

You get up deciding to take a walk to clear your head

The walk didn’t help. It simply made things worse

There was too much around the town house that didn’t feel right to you. Like you needed to reorganize

But now you wanted new furniture and things bc the throw pillows didn’t look right and the couch looked too old

To distract from that you went into the kitchen to find a snack only to realize none of the boys went grocery shopping (who are you kidding it’s Nuala and Cerridwen that do it)

You slammed the cabinet shut

With the slam of the cabinet a cough crept up your throat

It was dry and you felt like you couldn’t breathe

You shouldn’t have traveled to Winter then Spring

Ignoring what the cough meant you remembered your report for Rhys and stomped back to your office

The report took way longer than you would’ve liked

Thinking about Tamlin and his comments about your relationship made you blood boil

As your anger washed away it turned into anxiety and sadness and doubt

Are you capable of this job if these males get to you so easily? Is your relationship and mating bond with the boys going to last?

You needed to shake this off. You closed your side of the bond as to not worry your mates. They don’t need to worry about you right now

You kept stewing in your anxiety and anger for the rest of the day

Amren left at 5 so you had dinner alone with what was left in the house. You’d go shopping tomorrow when your head was clear and you weren’t pissed at the fact that the boys forgot

Sleep evaded you that night as you wished your boys were here to hold you and whisper sweet nothings to you

Your cough kept you up all night as well

By the time the sun was up you were curled against against the headboard. Your eyes watering from that dry cough you’ve developed. You didn’t feel like moving, you were too tired. Too tired to even greet your mates at the door

Cassian’s heavy, booted footsteps come up the stairs first

Tears pricked your eyes from exhaustion and anxiety

Azriel silently pushed your bedroom door open, making his way over to your bed. “Hey princess, whats wrong?” You sniffle and start to cry harder into his chest

Without hesitating Az picked you up, rushing you to your shared bedroom. Rhys and Cass stop unpacking and move to comfort you

“My darling, why are you so upset?” You look up at the three of them with the saddest look on your face. Cassian wipes your tears with his thumbs giving you an equally sad look

You look back at Rhys tapping your temple for him to look at your memories. Rhys nods and you close your eyes

He shares your memories of the Spring meeting and your day yesterday. When it was over you opened your eyes to see Az and Cass fuming. Rhys was giving you a sympathetic look. “Darling, no. You do not listen to a word they say. You do not believe them. Everything they said was a lie, alright.” Rhys said firmly, cupping your face in his large hands

“You are our world, sweetheart. Don’t think for a second that you aren’t important.” Cassian stressed, kissing your forehead

The next few days are spent taking care of you and cheering you up

You read together, go out for meals, shopping for clothes books and anything else your heart desired or whatever the boys felt like spoiling you with. The boys even did the grocery shopping

They take turns holding you on their laps, keeping you tucked into their chest as they tell you stories from camp or when they first fell in love with you and other relationship stories

You have to admit, it was hilarious to imagine the people of Velaris staring as their High Lord, the General, and Spymaster food shop

Laughing about it did make you feel better

They spent the next few nights worshiping your body. Paying attention to every part of you that gets a reaction. Working you up to the most earth shattering orgasms you’ve ever had

By the end of the week you had put Tamlin and his court out of your mind, feeling overjoyed at the amount of love your mates show you

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viridescentelf · 10 days ago

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Inhibition - Beau x Elliott Fluffy Fluff

Hello!! I love @fuerrziah and her beautiful SDV art, especially her farmer Beau and (my love always) Elliott!

I hope you like this extreme slow burn (non-canon) fic of their first kiss and love confession, idk if I missed some of the lore but I tried to stick to your updated ship dynamic🩷

(also sorry it took so long but work and stuff)

I listened to this gorgeous song while writing:

Warnings: Swearing, Lustful Kissing lol idk

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The song of the waves echoed sweetly in Beau‘s ear. Willy had gifted him this crappy fishing rod some time ago, but it was better than nothing. Fish always got him decent coin and he was too lazy to craft a newer one.

The rusty flakes of the handle chipped away with every strong gust of wind. Some landed in the farmer‘s long hair, but he barely acknowledged it.

It was close to midday. Last time he checked the time it was around 10:00, but that was after leaving his farm.

His red eyes couldn‘t help but dart to the shack sitting peacefully on the sand while he prepared the bait.

Beau wouldn‘t admit it to anyone, but he had a different reason to be there almost daily. Even if just for a quick wave or a short glance.

It was worth it every time.

Still too early, he thought, as he stretched his back while preparing to throw the line. The spring flower scented air swirled in his nose and mixed well with the oddly comforting salty mist that prickled his cheeks.

His skin glistening with kind droplets, Beau took a strong step back and hurled the fishing line into the water.

Knowing that the fish here usually took some time to notice free food above their heads, the farmer plopped himself down on the dock and let his legs swing above the soapy water.

Staring at the horizon, he felt a yawn tickle the back of his throat and he allowed himself to let out a loud sigh. He hadn‘t slept well. Some nights had been better than others, but the vile voices had won last night. It was difficult to feel at home in Stardew Valley, yet. The only real comfort he got was Miso and the girls in the Valley. And the nice conversations with someone in particular.

After what felt like an hour, Beau‘s stomach began to growl. He forgot to eat breakfast. He stared down at bit more impatiently at the slack line bobbing on the water‘s surface. He could make out a few fish shadows that rudely ignored his bait.

A particular one seemed to stare at the bobbing treat for a while until hastily turning away and swimming deeper into the blue hue.

„Asshole…“ Beau let out as he watched the tease.

„No luck today?“

A hot shiver snaked its way up the farmer‘s back, making him jolt and almost lose his grip on the fishing rod. He had already recognized the deep, sweet voice but turned anyway to gaze upon the one he had hoped to run into.

Elliott stood on the edge of the dock, a few long steps away from Beau, and waved kindly while the strong wind swept his luscious red hair to one side.

How can he look so good with messed up hair?

He realized he had been staring without answering: „Uh- nope. The fish don‘t seem that pleased with the cheap bait I made.“

Elliott gazed at the sunshine speckling the water. Beau tore his eyes away from the writer and pretended to fiddle with the line as he felt another yawn escape him. He tried to hide it in his sleeve. As he haphazardly pretended to busy his hands, Elliott walked towards the farmer.

Planting himself quite close, the redhead left his hands in his pockets and took a deep breath. The sound of his exhale gave Beau goosebumps.

„You look weary, dear Beau. How about we meet at the Saloon later for a few hearty laughs with fine ale“ Elliott suggested, his calm exterior hiding the internal fireworks.

„SURE!“ the farmer answered a bit too loudly and quickly. Beau‘s face felt like lava. He was both weary and exhausted. His energy had been at half its volume the entire morning. He really just wanted sleep. But he couldn‘t pass up a chance to hang out with that hunk of a man again. It was always a good time.

Elliott chuckled: „I‘m looking forward to it then. I‘ll probably head over there around 4. See you then?“

Beau nodded hastily, while he was internally calculating if he had enough time to take a nap, shower, find food and eat something. His chickens needed food too.

Elliott smiled down at him, secretly clenching his fists in triumph, and then ventured back towards the beach walkway up to town, most likely on his way to the library.

When the writer was out of his frame of vision, Beau frantically packed everything together, leaving the rod in the water. At that moment, he felt a sharp tug.

„Oh for fuck‘s sake, NOW you bite?!“

Taking it as the taunt that it was, he dropped his bag and tensed his muscles to pull it in.

„You‘re not getting away!“ he growled at the fat fish tht writhed under the surface. It wasn‘t letting up so easily. It thrashed and wiggled trying to escape, but he was determined to at least throw something into the Shipping Bin today. The tug of war strained his muscles, but he clenched his thighs and biceps with one final pull, yanking the big halibut out from the splashing ocean. It jittered feebly and Beau let out a loud „HAH!“ when he held in his hand from its fin.

A flash of Elliott‘s face across his mind made Beau shriek quietly and remember he needed to get ready. Hastily packing everything up with the fresh halibut in his hand, the farmer ran back towards his farm.

———

The nap hadn‘t really happened. He barely got a few minutes in before remembering all the things he needed to do before going to meet Elliott. He still needed to put the harvested strawberries in the preserves jars so that they would be ready for Gus in a few weeks. He had forgotten that Robin had ordered a ton of stone that needed to be delivered today of all days, so he would need to do a whole round through the Valley to meet the deadline and still make it in time to the Saloon.

Beau now quickly shaved the bits of stubble on his chin, while his towel clung for dear life around his hips. Hair still damp, he attempted to brush it, but it kept getting caught on some knots. Brushing more aggressively while inventing new swear words, he finally managed to make it look somewhat presentable. It would dry quickly anyway while walking.

Running to his closet, he was briefly frozen in front of it unsure what to wear that wouldn‘t look too disheveled. Briefly experimenting with new combinations in the mirror, he threw the ideas on the ground and settled for his regular set.

Pants half on, Beau skipped towards the door, avoiding Miso who lay on the warm wood by jumping to the side. Her eyes slowly followed his movements keeping her head comfortably nestled on her paws, somewhat judgmentally.

„Sorry, Miso-„ Beau grunted with his shirt in his mouth while he buttoned his pants. Throwing the shirt and jacket on, the farmer ran to his fruit chests by the house, picked up as many strawberries as he could carry, threw them haphazardly into the preserves jars, ran to the coop to open the door so the chickens could eat and then continued towards the pile of stone he had freshly mined the day before. Stuffing them without counting into this bag, he glanced at the clock to see a scathing 3:30 pm appear on its face.

„Fuck!!!“

Jumping to his feet while flinging the backpack onto his back, Beau ran up to the side passage leading towards the mountains.

Sprinting with exhausted limbs and an empty stomach (he forgot to eat), he made it to Robin‘s Shop. He opened the door with such force, that it banged against the wall.

„Beau!? Wha-“ Robin attempted to speak.

„Here!“ The hectic farmer began unloading the stones onto her desk. Not waiting for a reply (and forgetting his payment), he turned on his heels and bolted back out the door, leaving an extremely confused carpenter yelling after him to collect his reward.

Beau tripped over a rock but caught himself quickly while dashing down the mountain to reach town. People passing him tried to greet him, but were met with a gaspy: „No time!“ while he continued panting down the road.

———

Elliott stood at a high table, scribbling frantically on a small piece of paper. He crossed everything out and grunted at the continues disappointment in his own writing.

Gus eyed the pile of scrunched up paper on the floor beside the distraught red head, but chose to wait if he would actually leave it there. Usually, the writer was more considerate than that. Something seemed to preoccupy him today. Cleaning a glass carefully, he watched Elliott vigorously scratch out another line and then exhale loudly with an exasperated „Come on!“

The saloon owner watched Elliott take another huge sip of his drink.

In that moment the door burst open rather inelegantly. Beau stood in the door way, the green hair wild from the wind and letting it air dry. Gus blinked, noticing Elliott‘s sudden straight back and swift hiding of the sea of papers by letting his jacket fall on the floor. Realizing why the writer was so desperate to finish in time, the saloon owner began moving towards the side of the bar where Elliott was seated; to clean of course.

Beau panted a bit, his eyes pulled like magnets to Elliott‘s red hair.

He felt his knees shake at the sight of him: he sat so properly with that gorgeous smile and luscious locks, directing that beam at the farmer. Beau felt unworthy of his attention, but he couldn‘t help but want to be close.

„Beau!“ Elliott called sweetly, waving towards the high table, invitingly. Gus watched the writer kick his jacket a bit further under the big curtain next to him.

Beau was breathless and attempted to squeeze out of a response while walking towards his friend, but his throat gave up. Reaching the table, he coughed briefly into his closed fist and joined the smiling writer.

Elliott looked over at the bar, where Gus pretended to be particularly interested in his coffee machine which he wasn‘t using at this moment. Seeing the writer looking his way, he met his gaze.

„Another round for me, Gus! And uh…“ Elliott looked back at Beau who blushed uncontrollably, „you prefer wine right?“

Beau nodded and called to the bar keep: „Red wine for me!“ Gus nodded and went on to prepare the drinks.

The farmer was dead tired and running on an empty stomach. This could only go well.

Elliott and Beau talked about daily chit chat things, which would normally bore the farmer to death. But with him, sharing these small insignificant details about life felt strangely comforting. He just had a way of turning the mundane into magic with the way he spoke about things. Beau could listen to him for hours and Elliott, oddly, loved hearing about the farming shenanigans he got up to. He was always particularly fascinating by Beau‘s mining stories.

„And you truly don‘t feel frightened down there? In the dark?“ Elliott asked with a sweet viridescent twinkle in his eye.

Beau chuckled: „Not really. I have my sword and I found a ring that emits a good amount of light, so it‘s never too. The zombies surprise attack me sometimes, but they’re pretty slow. Cause you know… they‘re zombies…“

They shared a laugh, taking another swig of their drinks together. Beau already felt lightheaded. The air felt fuzzy and warm, the tender voice of his table companion making his body simultaneously tense up and relax at the same time.

„You‘re so brave, I could never venture down there…“ Elliott looked up from his pint, a particular stare that Beau had noticed before. His eyes wandered from the farmer‘s eyes down his arms and across the chest. It was only for a brief moment, but it made Beau feel dizzy. He was probably imagining it, wishful thinking. He was tipsy anyway. Everything sounds like flirting when you‘re inebriated. He tried to mimic Elliott’s sultry stare just in case he was flirting, but one of his eyes twitched uncontrollably from exhaustion, so he stopped trying and kept his focus on his glas.

„More stupid, than brave.“ Beau replied jokingly, while swirling the red liquid in his glas.

Stupid. A familiar insult he was trying to reclaim for himself.

Elliott‘s eyes immediately widened in response.

„Oh no, Beau! Please don‘t say such things. You‘re not stupid at all.“

It happened so suddenly. Elliott‘s soft hand rested on Beau‘s and they both stared at the sudden impact.

Beau could feel his cheeks burning up and noticed the same happening on the writer‘s. They didn‘t notice, but Gus had paused his cleaning and remained frozen, just like they were as well.

„Ah!“ Elliott took his hand away suddenly. „I apologize, I - uh didn‘t want to -„

Beau wasn‘t sure what to do. He liked it. Loved it actually. But Elliott‘s fast recoil confused him.

„It‘s fine, don‘t worry about it“ Beau tried to sound calm but the hoarseness in his voice gave away his nerves.

Not knowing what else to answer, Beau chugged the rest of his wine and waved weirdly to Gus for another one.

Elliott seemed to be fiddling with a scrunched up paper in his lap, cheeks still a peachy hue.

„So uhm… Beau, we‘ve been hanging out a lot and uh…“ Gus came over and replaced the empty glas of wine with a new one. He seemed to take his sweet time returning to the bar.

The paper crunched again. Beau wasn’t sure if he was opening or closing it. In any case, Elliott seemed to be particularly fascinated with his own lap.

„You see… I really...“ He paused again, his head jolting down again, rereading what he had written apparently. His face was turning purple now.

Beau‘s grip on the glas was so tight, he was terrified it would break in half. What was he trying to say?

Elliott gulped. Gus hadn‘t moved. He was fixed in his „walking away“ position.

The door burst open again and some more towns people wandered it, immediately increasing the tranquil volume of the Saloon.

The kids walked in, as well. Abigail spotted Beau and waved frantically. She started towards their table.

Elliott, seeing that she was approaching, sighed.

„Nevermind.“

Beau‘s entire body slumped. Elliott couldn‘t look him in the eye, disappointment clearly visible on his serious face as he chugged more from his pint, requesting another.

Gus shook his head and finally returned to his station to prepare the writer‘s drink and take new orders.

Abigail reached them and made the rest of her friends join her, not realizing the moment they had interrupted.

They sat around Beau and Elliott, telling them about their newest song, while Abigail asked about any cool stones Beau might‘ve found in the mines recently.

———

Hours passed, the Saloon filling up even more. Beau and Elliott kept drinking, not being able to hold their personal conversation here and deciding to drown that fact with more liquor.

Still, they laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. Even after a frustrating start, being near each other always felt strangely like home. A home in a homeless place. At least it did for Beau.

But they were smashed. Walking out of the Saloon, it suddenly hit Beau how drunk he actually was. Did the lamp posts always have three bulbs?

Stumbling, the two of them decided some fresh ocean air would help them both stand a bit straighter.

Struggling to walk normal in the sand, Elliott held his belly from laughing so hard while Beau walked like a dizzy flamingo towards the water.

Looking back, having finally reached the dock and hearing the comforting waves, Elliott had joined him wiping tears of laughter from his eye. Beau tried to take his shoes off, but fell over.

Elliott grabbed Beau‘s arm and pulled him back to a standing position, giggling still.

„Careful there. Are you alright?“ he asked.

Beau tried to focus on his handsome face. Seeing three of them wasn‘t that bad actually.

„Fine and dancy~“ he replied.

Elliott was still holding onto his arm. Letting go slowly, he looked up to the night sky and took a deep and slow breath. He turned away, looking into the distance. The stars twinkled on the water‘s surface. Beau wanted him to hold his arm again, mostly for stability because he couldn‘t stand straight, but also because it was nice to feel his touch.

Elliott seemed more stable. Probably because he hadn‘t drunk on an empty stomach.

„Beau…“ Elliott said gently, still looking out towards the ocean.

„Yessir~“

What the fuck was that? Say something normal.

Elliott chuckled cutely. Catching himself again, he pulled a paper out of his pocket. He looked at it briefly, then put it away again.

„A heaven on earth I have won by knowing thee…so are thou to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet-seasoned showers are to the ground…“

There was a brief pause. Beau wasn‘t sure what to reply to that. His sober brain knew it meant something profoundly sweet, but the wine made it difficult to understand.

„Thee? Am I a king or something now?“ He noticed the world spinning a bit too fast. It was hard to stand still. He caught himself from falling backwards, edging closer to the dock‘s end.

Elliott laughed again. His eyes finally moving away from the ocean, he looked at the farmer with a tenderness Beau wasn‘t sure what to do with. Although he was clearly blushing, something seemed to be giving him courage this time.

„Shakespeare does have a way to alienate. I have been trying for weeks to write out my own words, but nothing came close to his...“

Elliott turned himself towards Beau, taking his hands out of his pockets. He fidgeted a bit with his jacket.

„I…really enjoy being in your presence, Beau. I haven‘t felt this way before…you‘re just… so easy to talk to. I don‘t want anything to ruin what we have so I‘m struggling to- uhm…“

Elliott gulped once again. The tension in Beau’s muscles convulsed as he heard his heart beating so fast, it might burst. Was this a confession?

Taking another deep breath, he finally stared intently into Beau‘s eyes:

„I have a bouquet in my shack. I want to give it to you.“

There was an eruption of glee within Beau‘s chest. An unstoppable need to say everything at once. He had wanted this ever since he‘d met the writer here on the beach. But Elliott had prepared a sweet speech and written stuff about him for weeks?! He bought a bouquet for him?!?!?! For him?!?

Beau felt his body fall backwards, he had tried to catch himself from falling and unknowingly took a step into thin air. Not realizing he was actually falling into the ocean, Beau exclaimed:

„YOU ARE SO FUCKING HANDSOME!!!“

Water crashed into his ears. Silence encompassed his entire body as he sank deeply into the dark ocean. Instinctively kicking his feet, he tried to breach the surface, but he was confused which way was up.

A slight panic gripped him as he thrashed about in many directions. The residual air quickly depleting his lungs from the fear of drowning.

A strong hand wrapped around his flailing arm. With a sharp tug, he suddenly broke out of the crushing depths and took a harsh inhale of fresh air.

Elliott pulled Beau back onto the sand, his wet red hair sticking to his neck. Beau coughed aggressively, spitting out water. The sobering event making his thoughts a bit clearer, he sat up quickly and was met with Elliott‘s face right up close.

„YOU LIKE ME?!“

Elliott coughed a bit while he laughed once more at the comical priorities Beau had: „Yes, I really do…“

Beau couldn‘t believe it. Was he dreaming and actually snoring in his bed? Had this whole day actually happened?

Realizing Elliott was checking him for injuries, Beau took the writer‘s hand into his own. They were both now new colors of deep red.

„I‘m fine. Sorry about that.“ He kept his hand in his grasp. The world wasn‘t spinning that much anymore. They were so close, like never before. Foreheads were almost touching and Beau could smell the sweet and sour scent of ale from the writer‘s mouth.

„You think I‘m handsome?“ Elliott purred, lips so close they had their own gravitational pull.

Beau nodded. His eyes flickered between Elliott‘s and the lips drawing closer.

Giving in, Beau let his head tilt forward and their lips finally collided.

At first it was soft and hesitant, both feeling each other out. Briefly releasing, Elliott fell forward again, deepening the kiss into a more firm and longing one, which Beau responded in kind. The kiss grew hungrier the more their lips met, as their bodies pressed into one another. Elliott snuck his leg under Beau‘s, forcing his hips to open slightly.

Elliott released, breathing heavily: „Is this.. ok?“

Beau nodded immediately and quickly, not wanting his lips to be apart from the writer‘s. They reconnected again, sinking deeper into the cold sand the more they writhed within each other‘s embrace.

Feeling the chill of the night‘s air surrounding them, Beau placed his hand on Elliott‘s cheek and stared into the gorgeous green eyes that sparkled back at him.

„Wanna go someplace warmer?“ he asked, feeling Elliott shake slightly.

Elliott laughed again and agreed. He stood up first, reaching his arm down to pull Beau up, which he did easily. Both walked with their arms around each other‘s waists towards Elliott‘s house, still peppering kisses on each other.

„I assume this means you‘ll accept the bouquet?“ he asked, somewhat jokingly.

Beau let his head rest on Elliott‘s shoulder, giggling as well:

„Of course, I was hoping you‘d give me one.“

———

Back at the Saloon, Gus was picking up the pile of papers left behind by Elliott.

Curiosity getting the better of him, the barkeeper opened up a particularly crumbled up one and read:

„Dearest Beau,

With every glance, inhibitions fade,

Your touch a promise that I‘ve made,

To be unmasked, unchained, unafraid,

In my tender love for you, courage I save.

With you, my muse, I‘ve found my end“

Gus‘s mustache twitched as a brief smile etched across his face.

#sdv fanfiction #stardew valley #sdv #sdv elliott #sdv elliott x farmer #ellibeau #elliott x beau #sdv farmer #farmer beau #fuerrziah #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley elliott #sdv gus #sdv robin #Spotify

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zodiyack · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x (nonship)daughter!Reader, Shelby family x (nonship)Shelby!Reader, Best friend character x fem!reader lol

Warnings: slight angst, fear of homophobia?, fluff, mention of drinking

Words: 414

Request: Hi! I was wondering could you do a pesky blinders fic where the reader is Tommy’s daughter and is gay but too afraid to come out until he finds her making out with her best friend one day (much like your Tommy’s son fic but with a lady?)

Note: oh god i haven't been able to write for a while, and im posting this on mobile (also meaning it'll take a bit to put it on my master list) regardless i hope it's okay. I also forgot who all is on the taglist now, this is just the taglist from when i saved this as a draft. Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it, @simonsbluee, @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @jenepleurepasbaby, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow, @stuckysslag, @psychkunox, @i-love-superhero, @marquelapage, @peakyxtommy, @stydia-4-ever, @babylooneytoonz, @livlaughquinn, @bubsonnobx

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Tommy walked along the street, pointing out random boys and joking with his brothers. "Wonder what kind of lad Y/N will end up with..." Not that he'd accept just anyone in his daughter's life.

Arthur snorted, "any guy out here would have to go through me. John and you too, no doubt."

John and Thomas nodded with a hearty laugh. "They'd have to fight that friend of hers too, she never leaves her side."

The men continued to bicker and chortle on their walk to the house.

"Hello Mr. Shelby!" Sonia chimed. Sonia was always welcomed, Y/N's best friend. She never had to ask, simply walk through the front door. He greeted her back as she sped up the stairs to Y/N's room, closing the door behind her.

After a few hours, and after the rest of the company went out, Thomas decided he wanted to go to Garrison. As he was the only one home, aside from the two girls, he made his way up the stairs to notify them of his absence.

The courtesy of knocking escaped him as he pushed her door open, the payment for such action taking a gasp from his parted lips. Before him was the sight of his daughter and her best friend, lips upon each other's, quickly separating at the sound of the door.

"Dad-" Y/N's eyes welled with tears, crushing Tommy's heart, and seemingly Sonia's as she looked to her friend with concern.

"Mr. Shelby, I promise-"

"Don't." He looked down and leaned against the door frame. "Why do you feel the need to hide away? Why couldn't you tell me?"

"I'm sorry..." She sobbed quietly.

"Don't be. It's who you are, what is there to be sorry about?"

Sonia perked up, "you're not mad?"

Thomas let out a genuine chuckle. "Why would I be?"

"My parents...they weren't too fond of my attraction to Y/N. We feared that you'd feel the same." He felt empathy for the shaking girl, her gaze averted in shame.

"I take pity that your parents are ignorant. You cannot control who you love. In this case, it's my daughter. My only asks, are that you treat her well..."

The girls looked hopeful, staring at him anticipating his continuation. "And?"

"And that you keep the door open when you're in her room. I trust that you can respect these requests. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go to the Garrison and have a drink."

Bonus:

"do you think he's drinking because of us?" Sonia asked fearfully.

Y/N chucked, "no, he just likes to drink."

#x reader #reader insert #zodiyack #imagine #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x daughter!reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #peaky blinders #shelby!reader #peaky blinders x reader #request

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betterthanyalls · 2 months ago

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Cheese I can't remember if you already did something like this so if u have feel free to ignore or just be like "erm I already did this actually🤓" but

TQuesters x fem/GN! reader (can either be platonic or x various, your choice) and it's just them all spending Christmas together in Modi's kingdom (or wherever this takes place idk) sitting by the fireplace or decorating the Christmas tree n allat, and y/n is like "damn I can't believe it's been this long" and it's just overall a very warm, cozy yet bittersweet nostalgia kinda thing as y/n thinks about all of their past adventures with all of her toon friends that they've made ever since this whole thing started ^^"

Once again don't feel pressured to do this especially if you've already done something similar and my dumbahh just forgot about it lol

YES YES YES ok so i mayyyy have gotten off track here BUT I HOPE ITS OK ALSO THANK YOU THIS WAS SO FUN TO MAKE AND MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS if you celebrate it :) I HAD SUCH A GREAT CHRISTMAS AND I HOPE YOU ALL DID TOO THIS IS THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL Taglist @cherryinsalemverse

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Winter Wonders

Various x Reader

Toon Quest ~ Oneshot ~ Christmas Special Words: 2.9K Published: 12-25-2024

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“You should’ve stopped when you could,” Bendy hissed with utter malice.

“Bendy… please. You don't have to do this,” the human girl pleaded desperately, trying to make her friend see the truth.

“You brought this on yourself.”

And with those words, the ink demon struck.

Plus four.

“I win,” Bendy grinned, laying down the +4 Wild card as his last turn.

“NOOOOO,” Y/n wailed, falling backwards from her cross-legged position on the hardwood flooring of the palace.

Their companions cheered at the game finally being won. Playing Uno with four humans and seven toons took quite a while. Meek and Don were sitting next to Ruck, who refused to play, on a couch with Felix on the other side. Cuphead sat with Mugman beside Y/n on the floor together. Bendy sat with Lucy next to him on the floor across from Y/n. Behind him, Oswald, Donald, and Panchito were distracted in their own conversations.

“You played horribly. Who taught you?” Ruck piped up from his seat. Although he ridiculed the teenager, there was no true irritation in his tone, but a smirk on the man’s lips.

“Oh, shut up, old man. You didn’t even play,” Y/n complained playfully with a grin.

“I would beat you all; that’s why I didn’t play. It would’ve been too easy to win,” Ruck shrugged, leaning back into the couch.

Right as Y/n sat up, Lucy perked up with an idea.

“How about we all go into town? The winter festivities are taking place today!” Lucy clapped her hands in excitement.

~~~

“How many festivals does this place have?” Cuphead muttered in awe, looking around at the seemingly transformed town.

Strung lights decorated every pillar, windowsill, gutter, and more. A grand tree stood up sturdy in the center of the town square, snow lying gently on its evergreen branches. Or, assumed evergreen. With how foreign the land was, it could be almost anything. Anyways, ornaments and even more lights were hung carefully into the flooding greens and whites of the flora. A bright, glimmering star sat on top of the fern, giving off a radiating glow.

Honestly, it was pure magic how the world was still visible as if the town wasn’t a current replica of the sun's brightness.

“You do this every year?” Oswald asked, wincing every now and then at the flashing bulbs.

“Yup! Each year the kingdom comes together to celebrate. It’s a breathtaking experience,” Lucy grinned, her smile almost as bright as the fluorescents. Did they even have fluorescent lights here? What made these things light up? Oh well, no worries about that thought.

“Ruck would have a heart attack if he saw all this,” Y/n muttered to Donald, who held back his own laughs. Ruck, Meek, and Don had all stayed back at the castle like normal.

“Go explore! Oh, the kingdom will adore having you all here!” Lucy chirped, having an arm wrapped around Bendy’s and strolling off. The ink toon didn’t seem to even want to leave the princess.

Cuphead cheered at the idea of freedom and instantly bolted, Mugman in tow to keep his brother safe.

“I don’t know how successful Mugman will be at keeping his brother safe,” Felix sighed with an amused smile, following the cups.

Donald had also already left beforehand when Lucy mentioned boat painting, dragging Panchito with him. This left Oswald and Y/n together, just like the last festival.

“This seems familiar,” Oswald joked, referencing the Namahadi Festival. Y/n smiled at the comparison.

“Let’s hope we don’t meet Stinks this time,” she laughed softly as they both began their trek. A soft blanket of snow covered the ground, but there wasn’t a chill in the air.

The sound of bells jingling broke through their conversation. In front of the duo, an ivory horse was trotting along with a green wreath around its neck. Behind the steed, a sleigh was being pulled with an old toon holding the reins above. A sign hung on the side of the sleigh’s door reading ‘Free Sleigh Rides.’

Oswald and Y/n turned to each other with similar smiles.

“I think we’ve just found our first activity,” the rabbit offered.

~~~

The sleigh ride took them on a trail through the forest, allowing the toon and human great scenery. All seemed perfect—

WHOOSH

A snowball flew between Oswald and Y/n, hitting the driver square in his head and knocking him off the sleigh. The sudden movement jostled the reins of the horse, frightening the beast.

In an instant, with no hesitation, the horse took off, dragging the duo behind it.

Oswald and Y/n grabbed each other without a second thought, screaming in terror as the horse weaved through trees and around bends. The sleigh tipped side to side, threatening to flip over any second.

“THE REINS!!” Oswald shouted over the rushing wind.

“WHAT?”

Before Oswald could explain, the horse took another turn, speeding towards a young girl walking down the trails. Instinctively, Y/n jumped forwards and grabbed the whipping reins, managing to move the horse in another direction. Yet their speed never slowed.

With her upper half leaning over the driver's seat and her legs still in the sleigh, Y/n tried her best to slow the horse, but to no avail. They were riding straight into town. Oswald pushed the human to the front seats before hopping up next to her himself. He grabbed the reins with her, attempting to help steer.

“WHERE’S YOUR LUCK?” Y/n yelled above the galloping animal.

“I DON’T KNOW,” was all Oswald could spit out. The horse whipped its neck round and round to shake the reins off, only making the two drivers get flung more.

Finally the sleigh arrived back in town, but not in the way that anyone would’ve liked. Oswald and Y/n were speeding down the streets, screaming in pure terror as they narrowly missed dozens of civilians. As they raced through crowds, Y/n turned to her right just in time to make eye contact with their other companions, who were staring in pure confusion and horror.

The human’s focus quickly changed when Oswald yelled again.

“WALL!”

Sure enough, directly in front of them was a brick wall. The horse wasn’t slowing down either. With only a few feet before collision, the animal took another turn. The sleigh tipped until it was practically perpendicular with the ground. Y/n and Oswald managed to stay on as the vehicle slammed back down properly with even more speed.

Before any other words could be uttered, the horse whipped its direction around at full speed, causing both toon and human to fly out of the sleigh. Y/n managed to land face first in a large pile of snow, covering herself completely. Oswald, ironically, was not so lucky as he got stuck in the low-hanging branches of a tree.

The rabbit groaned in pain with stars dancing around his head and ears, leaning his head back slightly into the trunk. Bad move.

Without warning, the branches snapped, making him fall down into the snow, next to Y/n.

Y/n finally managed to pull herself from the frigid substance, turning to look at Oswald with a small pile of snow on top of her head. The toon was in the same predicament, looking to Y/n with snow covering his face.

At an irritatingly slow pace, the snow slid down his face with Y/n laughing at the scene.

“Are—haha—are you alright?” Y/n asked between her chuckles.

“Just perfect,” Oswald grumbled, though a smile formed on his lips.

“What happened?!” The familiar voice of their favorite cat cut their discussion short. Looking up from where they both still sat in the snow, Oswald and Y/n watched their friends come rushing over.

“A horse went rogue on us,” Y/n shrugged, making Felix give her an incredulous look before putting his hand out for her to grab. The human stood up, brushing the extra snow from her clothes with a shiver. She looked over to Oswald, who was helped up by Panchito.

“You two aren’t allowed to go together alone again. Something always happens,” Bendy scolded, making Y/n and Oswald share a glance. Lucy, who was still hanging on his arm, nodded in agreement, looking Y/n up and down to see if there were any injuries.

“Fine,” Y/n agreed, though she wasn’t too hung up on it. Her and Oswald would find ways to hang out no matter what.

“There was an ice sculpture walk-through nearby,” Mugman pointed out. “You could come with Felix and me, Y/n.”

Y/n debated the idea in her mind, but realizing she didn’t have many other options, she agreed.

“Alright, let’s go,” the human nodded gratefully.

The trio waved goodbye to the rest of their group before walking towards the sculpture section of the festival.

~~~

“There is absolutely no way they made this by hand.” Y/n raised an eyebrow at an ice sculpture. It depicted an almost realistic Christmas tree, ornaments, lights, the star, everything.

“Hey, look at that one!” Mugman pointed to a nearby ice statue. It was Y/n. If it wasn’t a blue hue and made of frozen water, that sculpture would’ve looked identical to Y/n.

“What are they feeding these people?!” Y/n exclaimed, looking closely at every detail the carver made. They made the ice look like the genuine fabric of her clothes.

Felix didn’t even seem to have an explanation like usual. Instead, he was looking at a different form of ice. Following his gaze, the human saw an ice model of their group.

“This is insane,” Y/n muttered in awe.

The trio continued walking around, finding a small game to replicate the poses themselves.

The trio took photos and laughed at each other’s postures.

There were a few different scenes, like Y/n balancing on Mugman’s shoulders, Felix doing a handstand on top of Y/n’s hands as she held the cat up, or Felix holding Mugman up in the Dirty Dancing pose.

No matter what, the three companions had a blast.

After a while and finishing their walk-through, they decided to leave the ice sculpture area. It wasn’t long before Panchito and Donald appeared behind Y/n. Felix and Mugman were in their own discussion, too distracted to notice.

Before any conversation could be uttered, Panchito dragged Y/n away quickly with a grin.

“Wh- Panchito?” Y/n asked once they were away from the two nerds.

“Lo siento, querida. We need three people for sledding, and we couldn’t find anyone else,” Panchito explained quickly, still dragging Y/n along with Donald next to him.

“Sledding?” Y/n tilted her head quizzically. Her question was answered as soon as Panchito let her go. Standing above a really steep drop, the three arrived at a sledding post with big tubes. A sign nearby read, ‘Three Persons Per Tube.’

“I see,” Y/n nodded with a smile.

Looking at the line, the three noticed how long it truly was and how slow it was. After waiting for a few minutes without the line even moving, the trio began to get antsy.

“What if we just go?” Donald suggested.

“Leaving would be boring,” Y/n pointed out, inferring that’s what he meant.

“No, not leaving the place. But the line. We can easily slip up there,” Donald explained, making Panchito get excited.

“Like spies!” The rooster beamed.

Y/n was a little weary about cutting. But her opinion quickly changed when she saw an empty tube not too far ahead.

“Fine, but we got to be quick,” she agreed. Looking around cautiously, the trio made a full sprint towards the free tube. Jumping onto it, the three sighed in relief when no one said anything to them.

Y/n and the toons settled inside the tube before spotting a note on the side. ‘Follow the instructions given by the operator. Death is avoidable.’

Y/n turned to her friends slowly.

“There are instructions?”

But before any of them could try to get help from the operator, the tube tipped forwards and began to slowly glide towards the edge of the hill.

“Death?!” Donald quacked, finally finished with reading the warning.

Opposite to his companions, Panchito merely cheered in excitement as the tube reached the edge. His cheers turned into disappointment when the inflatable vehicle came to a stop.

Y/n and Donald sighed in relief.

“That was—” Donald couldn’t finish his sentence as the air-filled sled fell at full speed down the snowy hill.

Screams filled the air, challenging the volume of the rushing wind. Since they chose a random tube, the three weren’t even on the proper path for sledding.

“AAAAAAAAA” “WOOOOOO”

Two very different emotions were held by the three beings.

Racing past civilians and objects, the sled was spinning in circles while still going down.

A giant stone was placed in the direction of their path. Without giving them a chance to panic, the tube hit the rock and was launched into the air. Their screams were suffocated by the vigorous winds.

Looking down to where they’d land, Y/n got a split-second view of a certain skunk before hitting him head-on with the sled. Stinks fell into the snow with a yelp, lifting his head above to scream at the already speeding away sled.

“VENDOLEZ, YOU PIECE OF—” His screams turned into his native language, but the trio was too far from hearing range as they blasted through groups of people.

It wasn’t long before they finally slowed to a stop at the bottom of the hill.

Panchito got out of the tube happily, like he did this all the time. Y/n and Donald were stunned for a moment.

“We just hit Stinks with a sled,” Y/n murmured in shock before a large grin broke out onto her lips.

She got up, and Panchito grabbed her hands, dancing around excitedly at all the adrenaline. Y/n laughed and jumped with him as Donald stumbled out of the sled and threw up off to the side.

When they all calmed down, another voice broke their joy.

“VENDOLEZ, I’M GOING TO MURDER YOU.”

Stinks was roughly 100 feet away with his friends, all radiating pure malice and hatred.

Without waiting for her friends, Y/n turned and took off running.

She heard her rival and his gang pushing through the other civilians, chasing her with no hesitation. Y/n managed to take too many turns for them to keep up, losing the hunting toons in a large crowd.

Y/n grinned behind her before running straight into another body.

“Y/n?”

Y/n backed up and saw she ran right into Bendy.

“What are you running from?” The ink demon asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Stinks,” the human shrugged like it was a usual thing now.

Bendy just nodded, understanding the situation quickly.

“Well, Lucy just left to go meet her father again. So I have some free time; wanna go explore?” Bendy filled her in before his offer.

Y/n had literally nothing better to do than hide from Stinks, so she nodded to go along with her friend.

“So, any ideas on where to go?” Y/n asked as they began walking together.

“There was a light walk-through not too far from here,” Bendy told her.

“Then let’s go.”

~~~

It didn’t take long for the toon and human to reach the light walk-through, only to be met with a familiar ceramic.

“Heya, doll, Bendy,” Cuphead greeted excitedly. Bendy wanted to scoff but didn’t say anything.

“Hey Cuphead, we were just going to walk through. Do you want to come with?” Y/n offered. Bendy had the all-too-well-known urge to strangle his companion for the offer.

“Sure!’ Cuphead bounded next to them.

The trio walked for a bit. Cuphead tried to put an arm around Bendy, only for the ink demon to shove the dish away and into a bush. The inky toon grinned at Cuphead’s fallen form.

A little further in and towards the end, Cuphead and Bendy were walking behind Y/n. The toons were roughhousing without her noticing. Just as Bendy was about to push Cuphead to the ground, he got distracted.

Cuphead got out of the position and prepared to push Bendy in return, only to follow his teammate's gaze.

Y/n stood with her back to them, watching the colored lights twinkle. The illumination lit up her features as she turned back to look at the boys with a smile. Her eyes shone bright in the setting, radiance and glory emanating from her expression.

Cuphead felt his entire being melt at the sight. Bendy was in a similar situation. Y/n had no mark of a warrior now but a goddess.

With what felt like eons but was only seconds, Bendy tore his gaze away and cleared his throat while nudging Cuphead.

“Well, I believe the others are waiting for us at the castle now,” Bendy excused.

~~~

Laughter and chattering arose from a candlelit room. At a long dining table sat six humans and seven toons, all eating and talking joyously.

Y/n was telling Ruck all about her day and everything they did, including driving a runaway sleigh and hitting Stinks with a sled. The older man smiled at his great-niece, ruffling her hair in admiration.

Everything was great once again. No worries, no terror, no adrenaline. Just one big family bond holding differing people together.

A loud bang sounded, making every being look at the windows instantly. Outside, crackling in the sky, fireworks rained down. Slowly, some of the group made their way to the windows to watch the celebrations light up the night sky.

Nothing could break this moment of harmony.

Merry Christmas.

#x reader #betterthanyalls #toon quest #ask #oneshot #fluff #toon quest x reader #tq x reader #tq #action

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softie-rain · 7 months ago

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Heyy, well, I wanted to give you an idea I have about Sejanus, he and reader are dating but no one at the academy knows and one day they act very affectionate in the hallway then rumors start to spread

Everyone would be like "are they dating? In the hallway they almost kissed"

If you don't want to make this request you can ignore it and I hope you are having a good day 💗💗

pairing: sejanus x gen!reader

tw: none, pure fluff

note: thanks for requesting!! You didn't specify so I went with gen reader :) also I'm so sorry I forgot I had this in my drafts, I hope you're still out there dear anon!! If you see this please lmk you are lol

The decision of keeping the relationship between you and Sejanus a secret had been mutual. First off, your father would never approve of you dating someone from the Districts. He'd forbid you from seeing Sejanus ever again if he were to found out about the two of you.

And second of all, your classmates would never stop making fun of you for it, without mentioning all the teasing and bullying Sejanus would get- even more than usual.

You were happy together, and you both knew you didn't need anyone's approval for it.

Both you and Sejanus had done a pretty good job at hiding it at the Academy, never holding hands in public and speaking only if necessary, as you usually did before you started dating. You doubted your classmates suspected anything, maybe only Coriolanus had some suspicions given his friendship with Sejanus.

That was, until yesterday.

You had just gotten out of history class after a particularly tough exam, and you were definitely mentally exhausted. You just wanted to go home and lay down, but you still had a long day ahead of you.

Sejanus saw you walking in the hallway, definitely looking out of it, and immediately noticed something was wrong. He frowned, carefully approaching you. "Is something wrong?" He asked, walking side by side with you.

You shrugged and nodded. Sejanus furrowed his eyebrows, detecting your life a mile away. He didn't want to push you or make you uncomfortable, but wasn't he - as your boyfriend - supposed to make sure you were always happy? Or at least try to do so.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired." You explained, stopping right in front of your next class. "I'll be fine after a long sleep. For now, I just gotta survive." You joked, offering him a tired smile.

Sejanus smiled back, unable to hold himself before leaning down and leaving two kisses, on your forehead and cheek. "Okay. I'll see you later then."

You blushed at the contact, not at all used to Sejanus showing affection in public, and waved him goodbye before entering the room, still stunned by his sudden action. Sejanus stood there on the door as if lovestruck, observing as you found your seat and took out your books, before finally walking away to his own class.

The day after the first thing Sejanus did upon arriving at the Academy was searching for you. He could see some of the other students murmuring between them and pointing at him as he passed, which didn't surprise him. He had become used by now to the mean jokes they threw his way at school.

He finally found you talking with Lysistrata outside of class. He was going to wait for you to be finished talking with your friend before greeting you, but as soon as Lysistrata noticed Sejanus her eyes widened. She slightly moved aside, smiling gently. "I have to go now. Let's catch up at lunch!" She said, waving goodbye to both you and Sejanus before walking away.

You nodded and smiled, turning to your boyfriend. "Hi. How are you?" He asked, trying to sound casual.

You softly laughed at his attempt, "I'm good, thanks. As I said yesterday- I just needed some sleep." Sejanus was about to respond, when Festus appeared behind him.

"Plinth." He greeted, before turning to you. "So, uh, out of pure curiosity. How long has this been going on?" Festus asked the both of you.

You and Sejanus exchanged a confused look. "This what?" You questioned out loud, genuinely confused, but Festus simply shrugged.

"You know, this?", he gestured between the two of you, "whatever you... share?"

Sejanus raised an eyebrow. "Festus do you have a point to make or are we going to stay here all day?"

"How long have you two been dating?" Festus let out, almost looking unsure of his own words.

You suddenly felt your cheeks grow warm, and you could see Sejanus was having a similar reaction next to you. Considering the grin Festus was now wearing after witnessing your reactions, lying seemed pointless. And Sejanus seemed to be of the same opinion since he responded, "A couple of months, actually. Why, you jealous?"

Your blush only increased as Sejanus took your hand in his, softly giving it a squeeze. Festus' eyes went from your intertwined hands to your face, and finally Sejanus'. "Dear Panem, no." He said with a mocking laugh, "but I do own Hilarious money now. Great."

"You guys bet on how long we've been dating?" You asked surprised, a mildly amused tone in your voice.

Festus nodded, "I bet a week, him anything longer than that." He commented, annoyed.

"How did you-"

"Oh c'mon. Did you think no one would have seen your sweet moment yesterday?" Festus teased him.

"The kiss? It was just-"

"On the forehead. And cheek," Festus interrupted Sejanus again, "you guys usually barely talk at school. You really thought it was subtle?" He let out a laugh at Sejanus' dumbfounded expression and then walked away- probably to give Hilarious what he owed him.

Sejanus turned to look at you with an unsure smile on his lips, putting his arm protectively around you. Now that everyone at school apparently knew, at least he didn't have to act so distant with you anymore. "So... they know."

"Indeed they do." You murmured, leaning into his touch. "I don't really mind, they were going to find out sooner or later. Do you?"

Sejanus shook his head. "Of course not. But your father-" You put your finger on his lips, shushing him.

"We'll take care of that when the time comes. For now, let's just enjoy what little freedom we still have." Sejanus smiled and nodded, giving you a long, sweet kiss on the lips.

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #sejanus plinth #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x reader #sejanus plinth x you #sejanus x you

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helloalycia · 2 years ago

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moving on [one] // alicia clark

summary: desperate times call for desperate measures and you're forced to join a dangerous gang to keep you and you sister alive. But when you realise just how dangerous they are, you worry about what their influence can have on your sister.

warning/s: mentions of violence, blood, injury and death.

author's note: here’s the first part to an alicia clark imagine i recently worked on. i still miss her lol but it’s great to see Alycia in a variety of roles lately – she deserves it and her acting was wasted on ftwd! still miss Alicia tho so if you do too, i hope you guys like this one! 🥰

some things to note: y/s/n = your sister's name and this is set in season 3 before June reveals herself as June, so she’s called Naomi in this in case anyone is confused or forgot the show aha

also, shameless plug but i’ve shared the first two chapters of my new story on my wattpad account (linked below) and i’d appreciate if you checked it out and let me know what you think! it’s a girl x girl drama fantasy romance ☺️

okay you can enjoy now aha ♥️

two / three / four / five / six / wattpad / masterlist

"You find anything?"

I refrained from cursing as I answered, "Nothing. Everything has been taken."

My sister, Y/S/N, sighed from the other side of the convenience store. "That's the fourth place in a row. We can't keep doing this."

I frowned, glad she couldn't see my expression. "Hang on. There might be something."

Pushing myself from behind the counter, I moved over to the long-defrosted freezers, hoping someone might have stored something there. Only, before I could take a look, the noise of a bell from the front door rang out and I immediately grabbed my pistol, directing there.

"Woah, woah, woah. Relax, ladies!"

I clenched my jaw when I recognised the man as the leader of a local gang, Jeremy. Behind him were a few of his people, all fully armed but making no move to grab their weapons.

"Small world, it seems," Jeremy joked, glancing between my sister and I. When neither of us said anything, he added, "There's no need for the guns. We're here same as you. Looking for supplies."

Reluctantly, I lowered my gun but kept it firm in my grip. I glanced over at Y/S/N, wondering why she didn't do a better job of keeping watch.

"So, did you find anything?" he continued, speaking to me.

I purposely stayed quiet, fixing my narrowed stare on him. Everywhere we went since arriving in Texas a few weeks ago, we bumped into Jeremy and his gang. It started off as us avoiding him, but after bumping into him accidentally and him recognising us over and over, he always offered us a place with him. He rubbed me the wrong way and he never gave up. I half expected him to kill us out of convenience since we were searching for the same things in the same areas. But he always let us go and I didn't want to imagine why.

"It's been picked clean," Y/S/N answered for me, and I shot her a questioning look which she chose to ignore.

Jeremy hummed in response, glancing around. "We'll be on our way then." He glanced at me, smiling in a way that made me uncomfortable. "That wasn't so bad, was it? We all live here after all. We can help each other out."

I swallowed thickly, grip tightening on my gun.

"You're welcome to join us," he added with a nod. "You know where to find us if you ladies change your mind."

After a tense few seconds, he finally left with his people and I didn't fully relax until I heard his truck driving away.

"He's always–"

"Weren't you keeping watch?!" I cut Y/S/N off, staring at her with disbelief. "They just walked right in!"

"I know, I know," she said quickly, frowning. "Sorry."

Massaging the bridge of my noise, I released a breath. Being angry was no use. Besides, it wasn't her I was angry at.

"If he wanted to hurt us, he would have by now," Y/S/N added hesitantly, knowing how I'd react. "I don't think he means harm."

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Yeah, no harm. Just wants us to join his stupid gang."

"Would that be so bad?"

Pausing, I looked to her with a warning look. "Don't start."

Thankfully, she left it at that. The last thing I wanted to hear were her thoughts on how we needed their help to survive. Of course, my life wasn't so easy.

Later that same evening, after no luck searching for supplies, Y/S/N and I were camping out in a derelict building, eating the last of our rations. I had a map spread out between us, trying to figure out where we could move to next that may serve us better luck. But almost everywhere was touched apart from farmhouses and a baseball stadium. None of that could help us. And I feared where that would leave us.

"We could try to find a working car and either drive to some of these farmhouses, or make our way out of Texas altogether," I suggested, pointing to the route on the map.

"All the gas will be taken from the cars out there," Y/S/N said disappointedly.

"Okay, well we can try to find some garages. Maybe there's still some old cars in there with fuel," I tried, but even saying it aloud felt pointless.

"Y/N..."

"Fine, not that, but we can't stay here," I decided. "Just– let me think."

It went quiet as I racked my brain for a way out, a plan. We'd officially used up all our food, couldn't find more and had no mode of transport. We were lucky enough to have the few bullets in our guns that we did, but even those were close to running out.

"Y/N, maybe we should consider taking up Jeremy on his offer," Y/S/N said after a moment.

I glanced up at her, seeing the regret in her expression next to the fire.

"I know you don't want to, but they have food, supplies, protection," she continued, sucking up a breath. "It's our only choice."

"I don't trust them," I told her, shaking my head. "They aren't family. They won't look out for you like I will. We can find another way."

"I don't think we can," she said with a frown. "It's been weeks. We haven't settled. There's nothing here. At least they have a place to call home. Food. If we keep going like this, we're gonna die."

"No, we won't," I said stubbornly. "We've lasted this long without help from Jeremy." Even his name in my mouth made me uncomfortable. "We'll figure something out."

"Y/N!" she said suddenly, making me look up. Softer this time, she said, "We don't have a choice."

I hated that she was right. I could stay up all night looking over this map, but nothing would work. We'd pushed our luck and now we were desperate. And Jeremy and his stupid gang were the only ones we could turn to for help – anyone else we'd met out here was either struggling themselves or on the verge of death.

"Okay," I said, already knowing it was the wrong choice. "We'll find him tomorrow."

I swear I saw a hint of a smile on Y/S/N's lips and I wasn't so sure why she liked them so much. They had always tried to convince her to join. Looks like they were both getting what they wanted.

To my dismay, Jeremy accepted Y/S/N and I into his gang with open arms. I still didn't understand what he could want from us so bad, maybe just some new recruits, but he let us join and had that stupid knowing smile on his face when we did. He'd never explicitly done anything bad to us, but something about him and his people rubbed me the wrong way. Their nonchalant, easygoing attitude to this new world was a discomfort to me and definitely not something I wanted my little sister and I to be around, but we had no choice.

We stayed with them a month and it was as comfortable as I was expecting. They were always on the move, setting up different camps in different areas and changing it every other day. Y/S/N and I helped out with the community side of things, but Jeremy insisted we joined him on the supply runs. Y/S/N and I were decent shots and good at defending ourselves which he'd clearly noticed. So, we started to do that, too. I hated it, wanting the very opposite of this life now that we had somewhere to stay. But Y/S/N loved it. She was enjoying our time here, especially working under Jeremy and his second-in-command, Tia. It worried me a little.

After that month of somewhat living and not just surviving, Y/S/N and I were on a supply run with Jeremy, Tia and a few others. As we were driving down the open stretch of land, I noticed a person fighting off some infected off the side of the road and grew worried.

"They need help," I realised, patting Jeremy on the shoulder and leaning forward. "We have to stop."

Jeremy tried not to laugh in the front seat. "Not our problem."

I looked to my sister with raised eyebrows, but she stayed quiet and shrugged. Refusing to do nothing, I tried again with Jeremy.

"Please, we can help him! It's just a few infected!"

"I don't remember bringing Mother Teresa with us, do you?" Tia joked, making everyone except my sister and I laugh.

We were coming past the guy now and I had a closer look at him struggling to fight off the two infected with nothing but a baseball bat.

"We can't just leave him!" I shouted. "Please! I'll do it!"

Jeremy suddenly hit the brakes, making us all fly forward. Surprised, I looked to him and saw he was already grabbing his gun.

"You want me to help? Fine. I'll help," he said, meeting my gaze in the rear view mirror. "Wait here. All of you."

Relieved, I nodded and watched as he got out the truck and approached the guy with his gun. Like second nature, he shot both infected in the head with only two bullets. They fell in an instant and I sighed with relief, glad we could at least help somebody whilst with Jeremy and reaping the 'rewards'.

"Thank you so much, man," the stranger was saying with relief, pushing himself from the ground. "I owe you my–"

Without warning, Jeremy fired a third shot at the stranger's head, making him fall to the ground as quickly as the infected did. I gasped, covering my mouth as I watched Jeremy shake his head and walk back to the truck.

"Happy now?" he asked rhetorically, glancing at me with a sigh before starting the truck again.

Like nothing had happened, he continued on his way and nobody said a word. I seemed to be the only one who was mortified by his actions – he'd just killed an innocent person! When I looked over to Y/S/N, she gave me a warning look and shook her head as if telling me not to say anything. I couldn't tell if she was as surprised as I was or not.

When we returned to camp afterwards, I rushed straight to my tent, needing to be away from Jeremy and his gang and everybody here. How could he do that without remorse? He barely batted an eye. That definitely wasn't his first kill– murder.

"Y/N," Y/S/N followed after me breathlessly. "God, you walk fast."

"Y/S/N, what the fuck?!" I whisper shouted, looking to her with watery eyes. "He just murdered an innocent man!"

She didn't say anything, only frowned.

"I knew there was something off about him, about this place," I said, shaking my head and covering my mouth. I didn't realise I was shaking until I did. "We can't stay here. Who knows what else he's capable of? How many others he's killed?"

"Y/N, I'm not defending him, but maybe he had a reason," Y/S/N said weakly. "Maybe the guy was bit and was going to die anyway."

I blinked, taken aback by her words. "What? How can you say that? You saw it with your own eyes, he did it for his own enjoyment! That's fucked!"

She sighed slowly, hands on her hips. I suddenly felt like I was in a tent with a stranger when I realised she wasn't reacting like I was. She was acting like this was normal.

"We need this place," she decided. "We need their food, their home, their weapons. We're alive because of them. We can't leave."

"And we can't stay," I said with a glare. "If we associate with people like this, then what does that make us?"

She clenched her jaw, meeting my glare with her own. "Tell me a better way. Go on. Tell me another plan for survival." I didn't know what to say and she knew it. "You tell me where we go after this and I will happily leave with you right now. Go on."

Clenching my fists by side, I looked away from her and she scoffed.

"Exactly, there's nowhere," she stated bitterly. "All you do is complain. But you don't have a solution."

Swallowing hard, I tried to remain calm. "Y/S/N, we can't be around people like this. It's not safe."

"It's not safe out there either," she reminded me with a firm stare, before her gaze softened. "Look. If you can figure out a plan B, then we can leave."

"You promise?"

She nodded, taking my hand and squeezing it gently. "I promise."

I didn't want to be here for a second longer, but I wasn't going to leave my sister behind. So, my next priority was finding a plan B. Somewhere that wasn't here. And the sooner the better because I feared Y/S/N wouldn't want to leave if I waited too long.

"Are you sure this place is empty?" I asked Tia, clutching my gun tightly.

"Why? You scared or something?" she retorted with a smirk.

I chose not to reply as I followed behind everyone. We were on yet another supply run barely two months later, except this one was to an abandoned campsite for a rival gang that had long departed this area. Intel had it that they hadn't returned in weeks, hence our plan to stop by and see if there was anything left. But it seemed everybody here had a death wish and nobody was cautious.

"Y/N, we wouldn't be here if it wasn't safe," Y/S/N reassured me, but I could see her smiling with amusement at Tia's joke.

Just as I had feared, Y/S/N was beginning to love it here. And I couldn't exactly ask her to leave again because I still didn't have a plan B, not a sustainable one anyway.

"Okay, for Y/N's sake, everyone open your eyes and ears and spread out," Jeremy ordered, making the others laugh. "Try not to piss your pants at the sight of infected."

I rolled my eyes but kept close to Y/S/N. As we all stepped further into the building, I looked around and saw it truly had been abandoned, little evidence showing somebody had lived here recently. It didn't make sense though. This rival gang wouldn't just leave.

"I think there's something over here," Jeremy realised, motioning with his rifle to the corner of the room. "Follow me."

He stepped forward casually and I wouldn't have cared if it weren't for a wire sticking out the corner of the wall getting my attention. I followed it with my eyes, confused to where it was leading, but only when it was too late did I realise what it was. Eyes widened, I shouted to Jeremy.

"Don't take another–!"

I couldn't remember much after that. There was an excruciatingly loud bang and then everything went black. When I came to, my ears were ringing and I felt like I could hear the blood rushing in my head. My vision was crossed over, blurring images of smoke, fire and debris. I wasn't sure how long I'd been lying there, but when I was finally able to keep my eyes from crossing over, I saw I was on the floor, covered in debris and ash. Blinking, I realised half the ceiling had collapsed and everything was on fire.

Y/S/N was the first thing on my mind and I tried to sit up, but I couldn't move. My body was numb, lungs begging for fresh air and eyes watering in the heat. I turned my head, glad I could at least do that, and squinted to see around me. I couldn't see any bodies, but then I heard snarling and knew infected were in the vicinity. I needed to get up!

"Y/N!" I heard my name being called and turned my head to the direction, recognising it as my sister's voice. "Y/N!"

More snarling. The infected were on my side of the fire, closing in.

"Y/N!" Y/S/N screamed again, and I finally saw her on the opposite side, searching for me. Her eyes found mine and I wanted to call for her help, but I could barely breathe. There was a pain, but I didn't know where.

"We have to go, Y/S/N, come on!" another voice said, and I saw Jeremy beside her, yanking her back.

"No, she's over there!" Y/S/N tried to fight against him, wanting to come to me.

"She's basically dead and we will be too if we don't leave now!" he shouted at her.

She stared at me with tears in her eyes. I tried to do something, give her some sort of signal that I wasn't dead. I was right here and okay! But she gave me one last apologetic look and let Jeremy drag her away. I couldn't believe what I'd seen. Had I seen correctly? I had to be wrong, surely.

But there was no time to debate it. I couldn't lay here and let the infected get me. I had to get out, get to my sister, get some damn air!

The ringing subsided and my vision straightened up. I forced myself into a sitting up position, feeling a burning in my shoulder but too afraid to look just yet. Whilst the adrenaline had the better of me, I stayed on all fours and crawled my way out the building, keeping my mouth covered with my shirt. Finally, I saw daylight and got out, taking in big gulps of fresh air. It helped, a little, but my head was spinning and I couldn't hear properly still.

Infected were closing in in the distance, I realised. I forced myself to stand, trying not to cry when my shoulder continued to burn. I risked looking down and saw that it was covered in blood from a piece of shrapnel lodged in there and still burning from the fire. I needed to get away from the heat. I needed Y/S/N.

With difficulty, I tried to find the others out front. Looking back, the whole building was set ablaze. They couldn't have gone far, right? I hadn't been down for that long.

But they were nowhere to be found. No cars, trucks, nothing. I had nothing on me either, no supplies or weapons or first aid. My only focus was getting away from the fire and away from the infected, so I kept low and out of their line of sight, putting as much distance as I could between them and me.

The longer I stay out here though, I thought, the more likely my wound will get infected and I'll die.

I didn't know how bad it was, but it didn't feel good. I didn't care though. All I kept thinking about was Y/S/N. Did she really choose them over me? Why would she do that?

No, she couldn't have. I saw. She wanted to come get me. They forced her. They made her believe I was already dead. She didn't know.

I saw that, right?

I wasn't sure what I'd seen. My mind was still a muddle and, though the ringing had stopped, I felt exhausted. But I couldn't just pass out anywhere. I needed to find my sister. Get somewhere safe.

The evening crept up on me quicker than I thought. I was forced to take refuge in an old gas station. There, I could see the building was still burning in the distance, a bright flame in the evening sky and no doubt attracting every infected for a five mile radius. I took that moment of peace to inspect my shoulder closely, peeling my shirt which had partially melted into the flesh. The pain became too much though, blinding, and I had to leave it as is. I had nothing to treat it with anyway. The shrapnel was the only thing stopping the bleeding, for now.

The rival gang, they'd rigged the place with explosives. I knew something was up. If only fucking Jeremy had scouted it out beforehand.

The night was rough. I barely got any sleep, drifting into unconsciousness out of pure pain rather than comfort. When I woke up the next morning, I almost didn't want to get up, but the thought of getting my sister back was what pushed me. I'd lost a lot of blood, barely any energy left, but I had to keep going. I knew the way back, but it was much longer without a car.

I kept going, glad there were no infected to challenge me, though it would definitely be a challenge I'd lose. I was burning up, my fever getting worse and worse the longer my wound was left untreated. I couldn't escape the smell of smoke on my clothes, nor blood. I thought I could keep going, but I collapsed by a car in the street soon enough.

Trying to force myself up, I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted to push up, but it didn't work. I had no energy left. I think I was dying. I had to be. I couldn't even hold myself upright against the car, my back hitting the ground and staying that way. Everything hurt, but I tried to push it away as I looked at the clouds in the sky.

At least I would be reunited with my parents soon. Maybe they would know why Y/S/N did what she did, because I couldn't figure it out. Still, I hoped she was safe wherever she was.

Time had been a blur since the fire. Seconds merged into minutes which merged into hours. If it weren't for the clouds turning pink, I wouldn't have known how long I'd been out there, simply staring at the sky and waiting for death. It was at sunset when I was beginning to lose feeling, lose common sense.

I heard a car engine, I think, though I couldn't be sure. There were voices. Female. Overlapping, not making any sense.

"–no bites–" one was saying.

"–burnt flesh–" said the other.

A hand pressed to my cheek and I couldn't stop it. Suddenly, I was looking into the eyes of a stranger. Her lips were moving, concern on her face. Why did she care about me? Who was she?

She might have said the most important thing in the world or the dumbest, but I wouldn't know. Her words were background noise. Her face was a blur. More voices. And then everything went silent.

My eyes were heavy when I began to wake up, as if I'd been sleeping for years. A quiet groan escaped my lips as I forced them open, and then I felt the aching all over my body, though not as painful as I last remembered. Blinking the blurriness from my vision, I realised I was lying down and looking up at a ceiling. Ceiling? Where was I?

Turning my head, I made out a an IV bag beside me, attached to my wrist. Was I in a hospital? That didn't make sense.

I kept looking around, memories of recent events flashing to mind as I tried to make sense of where I was. Subconsciously, I reached for my injured shoulder, surprised to find it bandaged under a shirt that wasn't mine.

Panicking now, I forced myself to sit up, grimacing at how quickly I did it. I didn't know where I was or who had found me, but I couldn't stay here. What if Y/S/N was looking for me? What if she was too far? I had to get out of here!

I ripped out the drip from my arm and pushed my legs over the edge of the bed. Looking around once more, a bit more awake, I realised it wasn't a hospital. Hospitals were usually white and bright. This was a simple room with medical equipment stored inside and alongside a few beds. Wherever I was, this was there medbay. I didn't want to stick around to find out who owned it.

Standing up proved to be a challenge, my energy drained completely, but I managed. There were no shoes around nor on my feet, so I hobbled barefoot to the door, yanking it open and holding it for support as I blinked at the daylight. Adjusting, I raised my hand to cover my eyes slightly, stepping outside.

There were people all around, smiling, in no danger, all doing different things. To my right, a small group were building some sort of structure. To my left, there was a garden being tended to. And up ahead, in the distance, I saw seats. Was I in a sports stadium? What the hell?

Distracted and confused, I failed to see someone nearby spot me and approach with urgency.

"You're awake!" the blonde woman realised, immediately stopping by my side. "You shouldn't be on your feet. Please, let's go back inside!"

I didn't know why I listened to her, even when she held my arm and practically ushered me back inside. A lot more tired than I realised, I let her sit me back on the bed.

"I see you took your IV out," she said with a reprimanding tone, before moving to grab it. When she tried to touch me, I moved my hand away, making her frown. "Please. It will help. You need rest."

Without speaking, I refused to give her my hand and she seemed to get that I didn't trust her nor know who she was.

"I'm Naomi," she introduced. "I'm the nurse here and I've been making sure you don't die from blood loss. What's your name?"

I glanced between her eyes, wondering if I was insane to trust a stranger so easily. But she did help me when I was at my lowest, so could she be all that bad?

"Y/N," I said, voice too hoarse to be above a whisper.

As I cleared my throat, she passed me a cup of water that I failed to notice beside my bed. Taking a few sips, I relaxed at the way it soothed my throat.

"Well, Y/N, it's nice to meet you," she said with a small smile. "Please can I...?"

Referring to the IV, she waited patiently. I nodded and let her put it back into my arm before setting up the bed so I could sit upright without holding my own weight.

"You're very lucky we found you when we did," she said once she was done. "Your shoulder looked like hell. It's much better now."

I didn't know what to say. All I could think about was Y/S/N and where she was. Was she okay? Was she safe?

Before Naomi could say anything more, the door opened again and in walked two more people. They seemed familiar – I think they were the ones who found me, but that memory was hazy.

"You're up," the younger girl said, glancing at me before looking to Naomi. "Is she okay?"

"Physically, sure," Naomi answered.

The younger girl nodded and stepped forward, her attention back on me. "How are you?" Before I could think to answer, she shook her head. "Sorry, I didn't even ask your name. I'm Alicia and this is Luciana." She motioned to the girl beside her, who offered me a small smile. "We're the ones who found you out on the side of the road."

"I'm Y/N," I answered reluctantly, glancing between them both. "Thank you for taking me in."

I knew it was the right thing to say, but I still wasn't sure if I was safe, even if they were all being polite to me.

"Y/N," Alicia repeated softly, before smiling. "It's nice to meet you, Y/N. How are you?"

I blinked, looking down. "I, er... I don't know."

They exchanged looks, making me feel out of place, before Naomi said, "Can I ask how you ended up how you did? You have some pretty nasty burns on your shoulder."

"We saw smoke not too far from where you were," Luciana added gently. "Lots of infected were attracted to it. Is that where you were?"

I pursed my lips, remembering it all so suddenly. Y/S/N could still be out there. Or she could be back at their base, if they hadn't moved yet. I needed to find her.

But how could I tell these strangers that? I didn't know them, I didn't know if I could trust them. What if they wouldn't let me leave?

"You're free to stay here for as long as you need to," Alicia suddenly said, as if reading my mind. "You should, if anything. You need rest."

"Where is here exactly?" I asked calmly, hoping they couldn't detect my nerves.

"This is the Dell Diamond Baseball Stadium," Naomi answered. "It's been converted into a small community, a safe place that's well guarded and well supplied. You're safe here."

I clenched my jaw, looking away momentarily. The baseball stadium. Safe, supplied and guarded? All I could think about was how if Y/S/N had just risked visiting it instead of writing it off as useless, we could still be together and none of this would have happened. Now... now it was quite far out from the fire and she'd be long gone. Maybe. I wouldn't know unless I got up and searched.

"I get this might be a lot," Alicia said considerately, "so you should sleep it off and then we can talk more. How does that sound?"

It sounded pretty damn great, my whole body exhausted still.

"Thanks," I said awkwardly, looking between them.

They smiled and Naomi helped me to lay down properly, lowering the bed. I hated to admit it, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

When I woke up, it was dark out the window. I wasn't sure how long I was out for, but I felt a lot better.

The sound of someone awkwardly clearing their throat made me push myself up slightly, looking at the end of my bed. There, I saw Alicia sat on a chair, smiling a little.

"Sorry, I didn't want to scare you or anything," she said, standing up and unsure what to do with herself. "I figured you would wake up soon and thought you might want to eat something."

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, humming tiredly. She helped prop my bed upright and I leaned back, waking up a little more now.

"It's chicken, potatoes, some vegetables," she explained when she carefully handed me the tray. "Hope you like it."

That definitely woke me up and I widened my eyes with surprise, looking down at the food. It was still hot, steam curling off it and leaving a pleasant smell in my nose.

"Is everything okay?" she asked worriedly, looking over the tray. "Is there something in it?"

I shook my head, glancing up at her. "No, it's– it's perfect. I haven't had food like this in– well, a long time. Thank you."

Relieved, she nodded and smiled before pulling her chair around to my bedside and taking a seat. I dug in, savouring each bite between sips of water and wondering how I'd been lucky enough to land somewhere like this. These people were too nice, suspiciously nice, and I still couldn't gauge if they were after something or not.

"Er, thanks for all of this, Alicia," I said when I realised she was sitting there whilst I scoffed my face rudely. Clearing my throat, I added, "I should have said so earlier, but I was– it's a lot to adjust to."

"I can imagine," she sympathised. "And no worries. I'm just glad we could help."

I paused, pursing my lips. "Yeah... why are you helping? It's hard to come by these days, so..."

"You're expecting a catch," she read my mind, an amused smile on her lips. When my expression confirmed this, she continued, "There's no catch. Luci and I saw someone hurt and who needed help, so we helped. This place is for people who need somewhere safe. A home. That's all this is."

"You don't even know who I am," I said without thinking, too amazed at her naivety of the world to hold back. "I could be a horrible person. A murderer. Someone not worth saving. Do you just pick up every person you see?"

Not the slightest bit offended, Alicia tried not to laugh. "Well, are you any of those things? Because last time I checked, murderers don't announce they're murderers."

I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she could be so calm about this world we were in. How long had she had it easy that she wasn't afraid? I was almost jealous.

"You're right," she decided, giving me an apologetic look, green eyes still flickering with partial amusement. "I don't know who you are. So, maybe you can tell me. Starting with why we found you how we did. If you want."

Still, I wasn't sure if I could trust her. But nothing about her screamed evil, and she had helped me, so it made sense to tell her the truth. Besides, I couldn't find Y/S/N without her letting me go.

"The fire," I said, recalling that they'd seen it, too. "It was a booby trap some old gang left. I was with my sister and another group checking it out. But the trap was triggered and the whole place went up in flames."

Alicia's eyebrows knitted together as she listened. "You weren't alone?"

"No, and that's why I need to find my sister," I said confidently. "She needs me."

Alicia nodded slowly, straightening up. "How did you get out? Didn't you see her in the fire? And what about your group?"

I frowned at the memory. "The group aren't good people. I wanted to leave them for a while, but they were the only thing keeping my sister and I fed and alive. My sister, Y/S/N, she was there. I woke up and I saw her, but that arsehole..."

Seeing Jeremy's face in my head, the way he dragged her away... it made me clench my fists without realising.

"The leader, Jeremy, he told her I was dead, or as good as dead, and to get out whilst they could," I continued. "The infected were there. It was smokey. I couldn't hear properly. But I saw it. Saw them."

"And she saw you, too?" Alicia asked patiently.

I nodded. "She went with him."

"She saw you, but she still left?" Alicia asked with surprise.

I swallowed hard, fixing her with a stare. "I know what it sounds like, but she didn't just leave. He made her."

She didn't seem convinced as she tilted her head slightly. "Y/N..."

"She wouldn't just leave," I repeated bitterly. "She's my sister. He made her leave and I need to find her! She needs to know I'm alive and then I'm gonna take her away from him and she'll be okay. I just– I need to get out of here."

Alicia pressed her lips together thoughtfully. "Y/N, I'm sorry this happened, and I'm sure you saw what you wanted to see in the moment. But like you said, you were barely conscious, there was a fire, infected... it sounds like she just left you."

"She didn't!" I exclaimed, before shaking my head and pushing the tray onto the bed. "Forget it, I don't need to explain this to you. I'll find her myself. Just let me out of here."

As I attempted to pull off my blanket and get up, Alicia suddenly shot up and stopped me.

"Let go," I told her with narrowed eyes, and she thankfully did.

"Just wait," she said, meeting my eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Look, you're in no position to go back out there on your own. It's not safe."

"I've managed before," I assured her with a fake smile. "Now move."

Rolling her eyes but staying put, she said, "I'll take you there. We can go back to the fire. Back to wherever you think she is. Find a clue to her whereabouts."

I paused, studying her suspiciously. "Why would you do that?"

"I know what it's like to do anything for your family," she said, and I believed her for some reason. "And you don't seem like a bad person."

"So, what? You're just helping me out of the kindness of your heart?"

"Is that so hard to believe?"

I quirked a brow, intrigued by the stranger. "Yeah."

She sighed, relaxing when she saw I wasn't going to try to leave again. "I'll take you in the morning. But I'm telling you now, if you don't find her, you should leave it at that. Don't go looking for her."

"Are you insane?" I asked. "She's my sister. Of course I'll keep looking."

"Whether you want to admit or not, she left you to die," she said with an apologetic but knowing voice. "She chose this Jeremy guy over you. And you going out there to look for her isn't worth your life. Sister or not."

I tensed my jaw to contain my annoyance at her assumption, but said nothing. She didn't have to believe me – she didn't know Y/S/N like I did. I'd find her. She'd be waiting for me. I knew it.

"Fine," I lied, only needing Alicia long enough to find Y/S/N, which I would. "Tomorrow morning it is."

Content with my answer, she nodded and took a step back. "Good. Now eat. If you're to come with me, you need your energy back."

Begrudgingly, I pulled the tray back onto my lap and obeyed, feeling like a child. I wasn't sure why Alicia was being so generous – maybe she really was just being kind, but I'd seen so much evil these past few years that it was hard to accept.

#alicia clark #alicia clark imagine #alicia clark x reader #alicia clark x you #alycia debnam carey #fear the walking dead #ftwd #ftwd imagine

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samwinchesterswifu · 2 years ago

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Please Let Me Get What I Want (Sam Winchester x Reader Smut)

Requested: No

No set time frame!

Warnings: Bit of kink, just total utter worship, also like...no plot lol

Song Inspiration: "Please Please Please Let me Get What I Want" by Defttones

MINORS DNI

A/N: So like, this is my first full smut. Feedback would be so greatly appreciated.

Summary: Literally pure smut.

Pulling into the bunker’s garage she noticed that Baby was gone. She was just returning home from a supply run for herself and having a selfcare day. Parking into one the spots, she gets out and struggles for a moment balancing her few bags in her hands. Getting a hold of everything, she makes her way towards her room.

Opening her door, she just sits down the bags on top of her dresser and turns to make her way towards the library to see if the boys left for a case. Rounding the corner, she spots Sam at one the tables with a lore book in his lap. He looks up upon hearing her foots echo against the wooden floor.

“Hey, where’s Dean?” she asks, coming up behind Sam, landing a hand on his shoulder.

“Jody called him for help on a case. I decided to stay here for whenever you came back.” Sam says with a gruff and closes the book he was reading.

His hand reaches towards hers and gives it a tight squeeze. Moments between her and Sam were always shared. Ever since they met on and off as teenagers and now as adults, there was this fire between the two. A shared connection beyond what they’ve ever felt for others. They’ve had other partners in the past, and slept together once when they were 25, right before he started to date Jessica. But after the endless amount of shared trauma, their bond just grew and grew.

Sam loosens his grip on her hand. As she begins to step back, she lets her hand trickle up his neck, sending shivers down his spine. Sam stands from his seat, moving to face her. She already had created some type of distance between them, but he slowly stalked towards her. Waiting for any protest. A gasp left her lips as she felt her back hit one of pillars of the library, trapping her. Sam takes long, and strong steps towards her, asserting his dominance over her just by the way he held himself.

As he got closer, he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel. Now he was standing in front of her, practically breathing in the air she exhaled, giving him life. His hand snakes up the side of her neck to her face, softly caressing the side of her cheek. His thumb tracing over her bottom lip and pulling it down with a tug, forcing her to open her lips a bit. But, then in a swift movement, his hand grips around her neck, and lightly squeezes. He had her pinned against the pillar. He looked deeply at her, as if reading her entirely. His face dips down to match hers, bring his lips barely a whisper above hers.

The anticipation was killing her. A wet, thickness was already forming in her jeans, and she couldn’t achieve friction. Still not moving closer to her to kiss, Sam finds one of her hands, linking his fingers above hers as a way of control. Sam guides her to his ever-growing bulge that was in his pants. A small gasp escapes her lips as she feels him push against her hand.

“Y/N,” Her name barely a whisper in the emptiness.

“Yes.” She matches the tone of his voice, barely allowing any sound to bounce off the walls of the bunker.

With her permission, Sam slams his lips against hers in a brutal attack of worship. He was hungry for her, always was. Ever since they slept together that one time, no other woman compared to her. He was so afraid of losing himself to her that he forgot her feelings also mattered in the equation. That she was just as hungry.

Breaking contact between the two and leaving her feeling empty for just a moment, Sam takes her hand and leads her towards his bedroom. Stopping in front of it, he looks at her again.

“Once we enter this room, that’s it. No more going back to ignoring each other, just you and I taking on the world.” Sam was practically pleading; his heart was aching with not being able to hold her every night.

“Just the two of us,” She whispered to him. Like a prayer only meant for the big man above, binding the two for eternity.

Sam opened his door and pulled her inside with so much force that she lost her balance, crashing into him. He sweeps her up from her feet, placing her gently onto his bed. He steps back for a moment, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She watches him closely, examining every new scar that’s risen since she’s been back hunting with them again. His muscles flexed once they were free of the constricting fabric. Watching Sam grow into the man he was now was a privilege. He was always cute, nerdy and innocent, but he grew into a man that she knew he would be able to protect her fully. To her, he looked like a god in his own right.

Sam unbuckled his belt, almost hissing at the feeling of his shaft being free from the restraints. Tossing it to the side, he also took off his shoes in a quick movement she almost didn’t notice before he was climbing over her. He holds himself high on his knees as he takes a moment to undress her. Being careful and like he was fully worshiping her body. He looked to her for permission, and she gave him a nod in return. Sam slides her jeans off her body, and the overwhelming amount of her slick practically drowned the fabric housing her entrance.

She sits up for a moment, slipping away her loose t-shirt, leaving her breasts all for him to see. She wasn’t the type to wear a bra, she found them constricting. Watching her, Sam’s breathing became shallow and slow, he couldn’t believe the sight before him. So many wet dreams of her. Sam begins to lower himself to her, his face hovering just above. He softly presses his lips against hers again. His left hand slowly trails itself down her body, feeling every curve, every scar. Playfully, he brushes his fingers over the fabric of her underwear, earning a whimper of frustration. She needed friction. Her legs practically opened themselves to him just by his hand. Her whole body was desperate and pleading.

“Please,” she said aloud, almost to tears.

“As you wish.” Sam struggled for a moment, but then quickly threw his jeans to the side after finally sliding them off. His boxers went along with.

He was back to his knees, looming over her with such power you would honestly mistake him for a king. He links his fingers around the thin fabric of her underwear, pulling them down to fully expose her. Sam takes a moment to admire her again, and she was becoming shy under his gaze, almost going to hide her upper half before Sam reaches out and stops her.

“Don’t.” His voice was demanding and stern.

“I haven’t gotten a chance to look at you for 20 years, please, let me.” Sam was ever so gentle with his words and it reminded her of the kid she first met.

“Okay,” Was all that she could muster as a response.

Sam takes a moment to pump himself. Looking down at his enormous shaft, she couldn’t possibly believe that he’s grown even more since they last slept together. Sam grabs her by the hips and pulls her towards him. His tip barely brushes her entrance before shes already gasping at his size. Slowly, he eases himself, he knew it’d had been a long time since her last partner and he didn’t want to overdo it.

“Oh- “She croaks out as soon as the head of his cock enters her.

Her eyes shut as he pushes himself further in, leaning her head back and arching into the pleasure.

“Sammy,” She was already breathless, and the moment his name escaped her lips, she could feel him pulse through her.

“Fuck.” Sam’s voice was quivering from hearing his name.

With a final push he was in. Her eyes filled with tears as she feels the entirety of his length. She was truly overwhelmed. Holding on to her, Sam begins to pick up his rhythm, already hitting her g-spot. Her hands grip at his forearms, balancing herself to not completely lose herself in the pleasure.

Sam picked up his pace. His shaft pumping into her with such force that tears started to form. She was gasping for air, trying to clear the tightening feeling of her chest that seemed to just build with every thrust. She was already getting close.

“Sammy, pl-lease,” choking on her words, Sam picked up his pace.

“Breed me.” She gasped out, earning a groan from the man towering above her, he close his eyes at her words.

“Oh my god.” Fell from Sam’s lips, as he was also overwhelmed with the feeling of her wrapped around him.

“I’m gunna-” She breaths out, arching back into the pleasure.

“Cum baby, I’m right there with you,” Sam stayed within his position, but proceeded to bring her up to him. Fucking into her like a helpless slave.

Moans fell loosely from her as she came to her climax, Sam vocal along with her as his seed pumped freely into her. Sam brings his lips to hers, ever so effortlessly kissing away into their highs. After a few breathless moments, Sam lowers her to the bed. Still kissing her, he slowly pulls out. She mewls at that lost contact and how full he made her feel.

He gets up from their position and grabs a towel from his laundry basket, and leans in to clean himself from her. A small blush forms on her cheeks as no man she has ever slept with really took care of her the way he does. Tossing the towel aside, Sam fishes in his dresser for a new pair of boxes, and grabs a t-shirt for her. Tossing it towards her, he slips on his underwear and makes his way back towards the bed, climbing on the other side.

Sam pulls her into his chest, softly petting her hair and whispering reassurances that she did a fantastic job as always.

“I hope I get that more often now,” she jokes into the dim light of his bedroom.

“You’ll get so much more than that.” Sam replies, kissing her head.

Sam leans over to turn off the lamp that was on his bedside, and pulls her even closer.

“Get some rest, we can do more of whatever you like later.” Sam says with a smile, sleep evident in his voice.

Even though he couldn’t see her, she nods her head in agreement and cuddles closer to him. Ready to take on the world with him, but also any new challenges in the bedroom.

#sam winchester x reader smut #sam winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn

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chaotic-on-main · 2 years ago

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Skyyyyy!! I am so excited for this event! I ran to your ask box.

I’m craving Pralines and Cream for me today. Ima pick Kitchen Sink. I want something about me getting jealous and him reassuring me that we are secure with one another, maybe the first time he says I love you?? Possibly. But def pre-established relationship. Maybe 4th year in school(That makes us 18?19?) I don’t remember. Let me be that young again 😂😂😂 anyway love you so much my little bean (i legit call all my close friends that ignore me) ❤️❤️❤️. Or college AU if you don’t want to do canon!

Off to request one with Levi now 😂. But you don’t have to do both!

Order up!! One pralines and cream with all the works for Bee!!

Sky's Summer and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairings ➼ Megumi Fushiguro x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fluff, jealous reader, canonverse, love confession

☾ Author's Note ➼ Hi Bee!! This one was a little fun. I always picture Nobara and Yuji as the goofiest little shits so it's nice to have a character that balances the team out by being like Megumi lol. I hope this okay! I'm not very familiar with his character like the others so this has been great practice. Also I realized this is more dialogue heavy than I'm used to, so that was interesting to work on! Thank you for the request!! Ilysm!! (also I love being called a bean, never stop) 💕

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.5k

Ever since you had met those idiots you called friends so long ago, there never seemed to be any peace for you. Outwardly complaining about them was your favorite pastime, though anyone could tell that you really did love them despite the cutting tone. Nobara and Yuji were two sides of the same coin and you couldn’t have asked for a better set of dummies. Fortunately for you, you had Megumi to help balance out their stupidity. You and him actually bonded early on from the back and forth banter about how annoying they were, yet it was again obvious how much you both adored them.

All of this to say that whenever you hear your name being yelled from across the street, you couldn’t help but groan at the incoming trouble headed your way.

You shut the book you had been enjoying at the outdoor café where you like to get your favorite daily cup of tea. It was small and never overly-crowded, which was one of the best things about it. When you look over to the source of yelling, you’re not surprised to see it is indeed Nobara and Yuji barreling their way towards you.

“What do you idiots want? It’s too early for this nonsense.” You gripe back, scowling over to them.

“Fushiguro is getting hit on!” They yell at the same, both looking over to each other and frowning.

“Idiot, I said I would tell her.” Your orange-haired friend punches Yuji in the arm.

“Ow! I forgot!” He swats at her.

“What do you mean, ‘Fushiguro is getting hit on’?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean just what I said.” Nobara says quickly.

“And he’s really into it. I saw him waving his arms around and all that.” Yuji starts flapping his arms in a way to recreate what he saw. He accidentally slaps Nobara in the face in the process. Before she can retaliate, you raise your arms to get their attention.

“Are you sure this was Megumi Fushiguro? Broody, black spikey hair?” You chuckle nervously. “Pffft okay, sure… Regardless, he can take care of himself.” You pick at an imaginary hair on your shirt.

“Well, we know how you feel about him, don’t you wan-“ Your eyes shoot up into Nobara’s nonchalant gaze.

“You don’t know anything.” You scowl again, folding your arms across your chest.

“Keep telling yourself that, but we’re going back to watch this train wreck. You can join if you want!” And then they’re already off. In a huff, you gather your things and follow them. You really hope they’re just blind and got the wrong person. It wasn’t Megumi. It couldn’t be.

When they finally stop running, you are completely out of breath. You’re not that out of shape considering the regiment your school puts you through, but you didn’t realize they would be taking you so far away. How they ran to you in the first place is mind boggling. What’s even worse is that as you make it to the concrete stairs leading down to a landing, you definitely spot your friend Megumi - still chatting away with another girl.

The sinking feeling in your chest comes instantly. How stupid of you to not have said how you felt about him sooner. Now here are the consequences of your actions. He points at something, which makes the stranger laugh loud enough that it trickles up the staircase and into your ears. Your legs are flying down the stairs before you even realize what’s happening.

“There you are, Megumi!” You yell, pulling your lips back into a fake smile.

He jumps at the sudden loudness, whipping around at the sound of your voice. The girl he’s talking to smiles at you and waves.

“What’s going on here?” You ask, your voice coming out a little higher than planned.

“This is-“ You cut Megumi off by grabbing his arm and tugging on it.

“Oh that’s great, it’s nice to meet you. Actually, if you don’t mind I’d love to steal him away from you if that’s okay?” And with that you start walking, pulling him away.

“O-okay! Thank you for your help!” You hear her yell from behind. You don’t give her a second glance as you pull him around the corner.

“Hey, what the fuck was that?” Megumi stops abruptly, grabbing your hand and making you stop as well.

“I’m not sure what you mean?” You face him and smile sweetly. Your cheeks hurt from the forced effort.

“Don’t play dumb with me. That wasn’t like you at all.” His eyes cut into yours and you can’t help but look away.

“I just thought you needed help getting out of being hit on.” You shrug your shoulders, still refusing to meet his glare. Your smile fades slowly.

“I wasn’t being hit on, dumbass. She was asking for directions because she’s new around here and then started asking for recommendations.” Megumi’s glare feels red-hot against your face. Or was it the embarrassed flush that comes with being so completely wrong?

“In my defense, Nobara and Yuji-“

“I’m sure they said something dumb. I just can’t believe you would listen. And why does it matter if I’m having a good time or not?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You didn’t answer my question.“ You narrow your eyes down to your sneakers that you found yourself staring at instead of what was right in front of you.

“Just forget it.” You throw your hands up in the air and turn to leave.

Megumi mutters your name, soft. Low. Curious.

“Were you... jealous?”

“Pfft, jealous?? Of what?” You throw a glare over your shoulder as you walk, only to have your steps falter at the look in Megumi’s eyes. What was that?

“I don’t know. You tell me.” He mumbles, taking a few steps closer to you.

“There’s nothing to be jealous about.” You face him again, folding your arms across your chest in defiance.

“You’re right, there’s nothing to be jealous about.” He agrees. He takes another step to you, leaving about 4 feet between you two.

“I love you, so. Why would I want anyone else.” He mumbles under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with one of his hands as he looks away awkwardly.

“Yeah. I mean, you do kinda suc- what? What did you say?” Your arms fall to your sides as you attempt to process what he just said.

“Why would I want anyone else?” Megumi repeats, this time louder.

“No, the other part.” Your heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest. You will it to calm down as the blood pumping in your ears makes it hard to hear.

“I said I love you.” He looks up at you, dark blue eyes boring into yours. Sincerity mixed in with apprehension reflects back at you.

“I- Megumi. That’s-“ You stutter. You bite the inside of your cheek nervously.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just thought you should know so I don’t freak you out like that again.” He starts to turn away, but you close the gap and wrap your fingers around his wrist to stop him.

“Megumi, wait.” He plants his feet but doesn’t turn to face you.

“Since when?” You continue.

“Since what?”

“How long have you loved me?”

There’s a deafening silence as you wait for his response. A couple of cars pass by – the rush of air blowing your hair every which way. Slowly, Megumi rounds on you. He eyes you with anxiety, a signature downturn of his lips ever present. His wrist is still enclosed in your grasp.

“Since the end of our first year.” He mumbles.

“That long?” Your eyes are wide in shock as you process how long that had really been. That would make it a little less than 3 years that he’s liked you. No, not liked. Loved. And currently still.

“Why haven’t you said anything?” It’s your turn to frown back, lips pursed in a small pout.

“There was never a good time. It’s hard when we’re always on the verge of being murdered.” He says dryly with an eye roll.

“That’s a fair point, I suppose.” You laugh at that. You all rarely get a break from world ending obstacles. You both stare at each other, the tiny bit of tension from earlier now quashed.

“Hey, ‘Gumi.” You whisper, closing the small space between you and him and continuing, “I love you too.” You lean in and kiss him delicately on the cheek, noting the softness of his skin against your lips. When you pull away, a shit-eating grin crawls up your face. He’s watching you stunned, a bright pink dusting his cheeks. After a few seconds, the apprehension that clouded his aura was now gone as a small smile replaced his shock.

“So… if you love me so much, what are you buying me for lunch?” You ask. And then that frown is back like it never left.

“You’re so stupid sometimes. Let’s go find the idiots and-“

“Let them get their own food. I want you all to myself this time.” You release your grip from his wrist and place your hand into his, closing your fingers and squeezing. Before he can say anything, you whisk him away and towards your favorite restaurant.

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ayoharuko · 2 years ago

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Heyyyy so idk if you write for male readers, but can you write a Kurama x Male!Reader(if not male then gender neutral at the very least) that takes place during the Dark Tournament Arc and Y/N sees Kurama in his demon form for the first time and is kinda like "OH NO HE'S HOT" and is just kinda panicking because they just KNOW that their face is about as red as a tomato right now and they don't know how to deal.

If you can't do this than feel free to ignore! Have a nice day!!! :D

Helloooo, thanks for the request! also yes I do write for male readers hehehehe~

This will be a oneshot and might be a little long(got carried away oop) but I hope u enjoy!

Also I had to rewatch the ep because I kinda forgot how it went, so I hope this was a little accurate~

Twisted the battle a little to fit the plot/request, hope thats fine :)

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me but belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi. This is all fictional work so please try not to take this too seriously :)

WARNING: A little suggestive but its Yoko come on lol

~Yoko Kurama x Male Reader~

Currently it was Kurama vs Ura Urashima.

You were nervous of course, I mean you did have a huge crush on him so it'd be a shame if he died when you haven't confessed to him yet-

Yea...you definitely had a morbid way of thinking things.

''I'm sure Kurama's got this!'' Botan said smiling at you, an ''Huh?'' was all you responded and Botan spoke again ''I know you've got a BIG crush on him-'' Before you could let her finish her sentence you threw your hands on her mouth, shutting her up.

''Botann!'' You whisper-yell at her, glaring. ''Hehehehe~'' She just giggled and you just pulled your hands back focusing on the fight.

As soon as your gaze felt to the stadium you were shocked to see Kurama laying on the ground...in pain

Suddenly lots of smoke surrounded the stadium and you(and everyone else) couldn't see inside...

Now you were actually starting to worry.....

''K-Kurama....'' You whisper out his name and suddenly you felt a hug wave of powerful demon energy from the stadium....

'This energy...is it Kurama's or? No...it can't be...' You knew about Kurama's secret...

About him being a famous fox demon named 'Yoko'

But you haven't seen his demon form yet.

Until now

You heard a yell from the stadium and when the all the smoke subsided, you saw a low level demon dead.

Your eyes darted to the other side of the stadium and you swore that your heart skipped a beat...

There he stood in all his glory, beautiful sliver hair, ears and tail. Yea that guy was definitely the Shuichi you know, well his Yoko now-

''Beautiful...'' You couldn't help but whisper out, it seem like the demon fox heard you because he looked straight at you with a slight smirk present on his face.

You blush and excuse yourself to Botan and the other girls.

''Wait where you going!?'' Botan yelled through the crowd, ''J-Just gonna get some fresh air!'' You yell back at her pushing through the crowd, all the while trying to hide your red face.

Botan huffed and went back to Shizuru, Yukina and Keiko

''Hm...his probably flustered seeing Kurama's demon form'' Shizuru said smirking a bit.

''Oh I knew he loved Kurama!'' Botan yelled happily. All the while Keiko and Yukina were just a tad confused.

Back to you, you were now inside of your teams locker room, and you were hiding your face in your hands while thinking of ways to calm your beating heart down, when suddenly the door opened.

You looked by the door and widened your eyes with panic, there was Yoko standing there proudly and....smirking?

This man does things to you....

''Y-Yoko! Ah...are you injured?'' You ask the fox demon standing from the bench you were sitting on.

''Barely'' He responded, god his voice was as sweet as honey and deep as chocolate....he was so hot..his ams look so strong-

''Hm...do you like staring at me?'' You heard him say as you broke you gaze from his arms.

''S-Sorry....'' You mumbled out still looking away from him, ''You know...I don't know what Shuichi saw in you that he was smitten by you..'' Yoko said as he walked closer to you.

Your eyes widened in shocked at this and you looked at him with a blush, ''W-What...?'' You ask unsure of what to respond.

Yoko chuckled and rest his hand on the wall beside you, successfully trapping you in his gaze, looking at you with something present in his eyes you can't quite understand.

Yoko then chuckled and started to speak again ''Now I know why he was so smitten by you...'' He said with a smirk.

You at him confused yet flustered as he spoke again ''Your beautiful for a guy...'' He said grabbing your chin.

You were at a lost for words and very much red faced by now, you never expected your long time crush(Well now Yoko) likes you...

Oh the things this man makes you feel....

You were broken away from your thoughts as Yoko started leaning more closer at your face.....was he gonna kiss you??

You freeze at the spot as Yoko captured your lips....

Oh my god....

His lips is so soft...you felt like you were on cloud nine right now....

You soon closed your eyes and kissed Yoko back. After a few minutes of kissing, you both soon broke apart and Yoko looked at you with love...

Wait....

''Your gay?'' You suddenly ask with a curious face on, Yoko laughed at that and said ''Well...only Shuichi can answer that...but..I like you so isn't that enough?'' He said with a smile.

''I guess...'' You mumble out, Yoko smiled again and stepped away from you speaking once again ''I'll see you sometime again my treasure~'' He said and suddenly smoke filled the locket room.

You coughed out ad cleared the smoke away calling out Yoko's name multiple times. ''I'm afraid Yoko's time has expire'' You heard a familiar voice say.

Your Vision soon cleared out and you saw Shuichi in all his glory smiling at you. ''Y-Your back!'' You yell happily.

He chuckled and held your hands looking at you lovingly, ''I apologize for not confessing sooner...I wanted to wait for the right time until Yoko took control of course...'' He said with a sigh.

You just smile and held his hands tighter, ''Its fine...I'm just happy to know you like me ahahahaha...'' You say with a laugh.

''Then...would you accept me as your boyfriend, and you as my boyfriend?'' He asked the question you were waiting for.

You smiled happily and hugged him tightly while yelling lots yeses~

You soon let go of him and you both walked back to the arena, ''I promise after this tournament I'll take you on a proper date'' Shuichi said with a smile.

You smile back him and kissed him on the cheek.....

''I'll be waiting then''

Meanwhile the others:

''Whats taking Kurama so long? We have a tournament to win!'' Kuwabara yelled angrily, Botan heard this(Somehow) and yelled from the crowd.

''LET KURAMA AND Y/N TAKE THEIR TIME!'' She yelled making the girls(Expect Shizuru) sweat drop at this..

Lots of teasing from Botan is waiting for you Y/n~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Done!~

I am so sorry that this took so long, finals and personal life things has been pretty rough with me, but I hope that you enjoyed this and thank you for being patient with me and thanks for the wonderful request :)

Bye and see you at my next post!~

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

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raynelovesyoongi · 1 year ago

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Love me again

The world doesn’t revolve around you. || Chapter Four

Paring: Xu Minghao x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing,drinking,mentions of death(nobody dies lol)that’s it I think..

Wordcount:2,525

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Minghao cleared his throat unintentionally, a habit he always had. He didn’t mean to make any noise because he was planning on just leaving and acting like he hadn’t just heard you spill your love for him, but now that he’s made a noise along with Seokmin’s loud gasp, he couldn’t leave. You freed yourself from Seungkwan's grasp and looked up to see who was there. When you made eye contact with Minghao, you froze. Seungkwan knew he had to do something, but he didn’t know what exactly to do, so he acted out of instinct and ran away from everything while dragging you with him. Leaving Seokmin stunned, he slowly turned around to get a look at Minghao with his mouth hanging wide open. Minghao closed Seokmin's mouth and was about to leave before Seokmin grabbed his wrist. “What are you going to do? Do you like her too? Oh my god, this is amazing! I’m finally witnessing my bitchless friend pull... They grow up so fast.” Seokmin said while wiping fake tears.

"Seokmin, this isn’t a joke. It’s serious, so stop treating it like one.”

“Ah, sorry. You’re right. So then what will you do?”

“Nothing.” Minghao didn’t let Seokmin respond because he left and went back into class, apologizing to the teacher about what happened. He sat down and acted like nothing had happened. It seemed that other people in the class didn’t notice your breakdown or your absence, so he knew you’d at least be glad for that. You were extremely embarrassed; you didn’t want Minghao to find out you still loved him like that. Seungkwan stood by your side until you calmed down. You guys decided to skip the rest of school. Dino was throwing a small party for close friends to just hang out and have fun tonight. Seungkwan knew he had to cheer you up now, and waiting for the party was going to take far too long, so instead, he took you to a karaoke bar. You guys got yourself a private room and ordered some drinks and snacks before singing.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?" Mingyu said loudly on the phone that you heard Seungcheol tell him to shut up and stop being so loud. You forgot they were still in class; you could see Dino, Vernon, and Woozi in the back of the FaceTime screen. You flipped your camera to show that you were at a karaoke bar and showed your drinks.

"You're drinking this early? God help you. What am I going to do with you guys?" You heard Woozi sigh while holding his forehead. You didn’t say anything but giggled before hanging up. Seungkwan was still singing his heart out while taking sips from his drink in between the lyrics. You joined in, and as the hours passed, it got later. Seungkwan had tapped out and was just laying on the sofa, trying to keep himself awake. He had to go to that damn party Dino was hosting. You were also wasted, but not as bad as Seungkwan. You two began ranting about whatever came to mind. You excused yourself and went to the bathroom before you got a notification. ‘Is what you said about Minghao true? You really like him?’ You read the text and felt sick to your stomach thinking about what had happened earlier today. You were so distracted by having fun that you almost forgot about it all, but Seokmin just had to text you about it. You ignored it and rushed to the toilet, holding your stomach. After a few minutes of making sure you weren’t going to puke, you fixed yourself up and headed to the room where Seungkwan was waiting for you. He was asleep, so you gently nudged him awake. He woke up after a few nudges and let you carry him to the bus stop. It was obvious you guys were both intoxicated, but nobody said anything. You got on the bus and made it to Dino’s and Mingyu’s dorm.

"Holy shit you reek of alcohol! Both of you!” Seungcheol covered his nose and made a fake gagging sound. Seungkwan pushed through him and sat down on the couch. You hugged everyone before stealing Dino’s drink.

"Don't you think you had enough already, Y/N?" Mingyu looked at you with a slightly worried face, mixed with a disgusted face.

"Don't you think you should shut up?” You said it sarcastically, making the group laugh because Mingyu looked deeply offended.

"You're going to die from liver problems! Don’t say I didn’t warn you." Mingyu scoffed and threw a piece of chicken at you. Vernon caught it and ate it. The night went on, and you guys played board games, watched movies, ate, and drank. It was all so fun until you got on your phone and saw Seokmin's message that you haven’t replied to yet. You felt yourself becoming dizzy; were the drinks getting to you or were you just overthinking about the whole Minghao situation? You had no idea, but you knew you wanted that feeling to go away, so you grabbed yourself some water. When you opened the water, you took a sip and then made a disgusted face because the “water” burnt your throat. “Y/n!!! That’s my alcohol back off!!"Mingyu snatched the bottle from your hands and put it back in the fridge.

"Who the hell puts fucking alcohol in a goddamn water bottle? Asshole!”

“Obviously I do!” You guys went back and forth about putting alcohol in a water bottle; apparently Mingyu had put it in the bottle so he could sneak it to school, and he had the nerve to judge you earlier for drinking so much?

The group was passed out while you continued drinking; you weren’t sleepy because you knew if you tried going to sleep, you wouldn’t be able to anyway. You grabbed your phone and kept staring at Minghao’s page—the posts of you that he still had up. You looked to see if you still had his number on your phone, and you did. Your finger lingering over the call button, you sighed and decided not to call. Yes, you were drunk, but you knew better than to drunk call your ex. You went out to the balcony because you felt like you were suffocating in that damn dorm. You pulled out your phone and found your finger lingering over the call button once again. This time you had accidentally pressed the call button instead of exiting out. You freaked out, and your phone wouldn’t let you hang up for some reason. You were so shaky that you kept missing the hang-up button until you heard a voice speak. “Y/n?” You felt your heart drop. It had already been too late to turn back, so you wanted to make it seem intentional, not like an accident, so you cleared your throat and started talking. The tremble in your voice made it obvious you were nervous.

“Minghao…”

“Y/n..?” Minghao sounded confused. Hell, if you were in his shoes right now, you’d be confused as well. “Why’d you call? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“No… I have a—why do you—it makes—and why—" Your words came out slurred, with only a few words being audible.

“Y/n, are you drunk? I can’t understand you; where are you?” Minghao asked worriedly; he had no idea where you were or who you were with. Yeah, he may have been a little mean, lying on your name and not talking to you after hearing you confess your love for him unintentionally, but he wasn’t a complete asshole. He still had human decency and cared about your well-being. You didn’t answer; instead, you hung up and felt your eyes closing. You couldn’t keep yourself up any longer, so you used all the strength you had left to go back inside and make it to the couch. As soon as your head hit the fluffy cushions, your eyelids gave up, and you immediately fell into a deep slumber. However, Minghao couldn’t sleep after you called him. He found himself tossing and turning; he called you three times after you hung up; he even went as far as calling Seungkwan on Instagram after finding his account from Seokmin's tags. Nobody answered him.

Minghao woke up from a restless sleep. All night he was thinking, and it felt as if he hadn’t slept at all in days. There wasn’t any school today because of the bad weather. Minghao clicked on your contact and was debating whether he should text you or not. “Minghao! Let’s go get some coffee. I tried going back to sleep after I got the email that we didn’t have school, but I can’t! I need something to wake me up.” Junhui yawned and knocked on the door.

"Same here, let me get washed up.” Minghao made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth and shower. He looked at himself in the mirror. Already? Only after one night of not sleeping well? He groaned before putting toothpaste on his toothbrush. It took him a while before he was finally finished getting cleaned up. “I’m ready, Jun; let’s head out now before the weather gets worse.” Jun nodded and put on his coat; Minghao did the same as they walked out the door together. The cafe was a bit packed considering that it was the morning and people came in to wake themselves up with caffeine. Minghao stood in line with Junhui, and when they reached the register, Minghao didn’t expect to see you. “Glad to see you’re okay.” Minghao said, sounding slightly irritated, he was pissed off that you looked alight while he was suffering from the restless night he had, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t let out a sigh of relief when he saw you were okay. Junhui was confused, and so were you. What was he talking about? Minghao could tell you were confused, so he took matters into his own hands. “Jun I’ll order your drink, go ahead and wait at the pick-up section." Junhui followed Minghao's orders. Minghao had Junhui leave so he could talk to you one-on-one. “You drunk called last night. I couldn’t understand you, and you just hung up. What the hell were you on about?” You thought about what happened last night, and it all came flowing in. You were obviously embarrassed. “Delete my number, y/n. I don’t want any contact with you."

"Then why do you still have our posts up? Why haven’t you deleted them yet?” You were hurt by Minghao’s words, and at this point you were saying anything to keep him talking to you. You knew what you were saying barely made any sense replying to what he said, but you really were wondering why he hasn’t deleted them.

“What do you mean? What posts?” Minghao pulled out his phone and checked to see what you were talking about. “Oh, you're talking about these.” Minghao paused and laughed while running his fingers through his hair before he continued, “You know I’m not a social media person, I just forgot to delete them. If it makes you happy, I’ll delete them now.”

“You’re an asshole.”

"Do you want me to delete them or not? Make up your mind.” You were about to say something before the people behind Minghao in line were beginning to grow tired of your long conversation. Minghao left, and you knew he wouldn’t talk to you after this unless you spoke to him first. You cursed under your breath, pissed off at the ruined chance at finally being able to clear things up. You took the next order and switched positions with Mark; he took over the register while you made the drinks. You gave Junhui’s first but made sure to leave Minghao’s on the other counter. You were going to speak to Minghao no matter what.

"Minghao, why are you avoiding me? I thought you were all about ‘communication is key’ so what the hell snuck up your ass?"

"It's too early for this y/n, I’ll call you later. Just give me my drink and let me leave."

“Stop lying! I know you won’t call me, so please just speak to me now.” At this point, you sounded desperate. Minghao almost gave in but decided to leave without his drink. Mark overheard the conversation and told you to leave early since you were supposed to leave in 10 minutes anyway. You left but couldn’t find Minghao or Junhui anywhere. You walked back home with a heavy heart while listening to your playlist. The song made you even more sad, so you switched it to an upbeat song so you could at least lift your mood a bit. You knew Minghao wouldn’t call you, so when you got home and were feeling bold, you texted him first. ‘Minghaooo..’ All the confidence left your body, and you got nervous, so you did whatever you could to distract yourself from looking at your phone every second to see if he saw your message. You cleaned your room, cleaned the living room, kitchen, bathroom, even Miyeon’s room, and finished it all off by taking a long shower. When you got out, you tried to keep yourself from gabbing your phone but gave in and checked to see if Minghao had responded, and he did. ‘I knew you’d text. I was going to block you but felt bad.' You knew you should’ve been hurt by the fact he admitted to wanting to block you, but your heart skipped a beat when he said he’d feel bad. You saw that he sent another message under the previous one a few minutes later. ‘Call me when you can. I’m free all day.’ You wasted no time calling him; you haven’t even gotten dressed yet. The phone ringing made you anxious. You were biting your nails nervously and were wondering if you should hang up after the 5th ring came up. While you were lost in your thoughts, you heard his voice.

“Y/n..” You missed calling him, you missed hearing him say your name, you missed his voice. You missed him.

“Minghao..”

He awkwardly cleared his throat and spoke again. “Why were you working today? I thought you worked in the afternoons."

"I do. I was working this morning because Sakura had gotten sick, so I covered for her. Why? Did you you memorize my shift? Are you still in love with me?” You regretted your last words as soon as they left your mouth; you forgot you were talking to your ex and not a friend. It was silent for a bit before he cleared his throat once more.

"No, nothing like that. The world doesn’t revolve around you. You do know that, right? I was only asking because last time we met at the cafe, you were working an afternoon shift.” You were embarrassed, and his annoyed tone made you want to crawl into a hole and die.

"Yeah, I’m sorry. It just slipped out."

"You're fine. don’t worry, anyway." Minghao was nervous, and you could tell by the way he kept clearing his throat.

"I miss you, Minghao.”

A/n: SORRY for the delay ig.. 😞☝️ here’s chap four and sorry for making y/n a lul weirdo lol

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 months ago

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It’s okay about the slang!! I hope you’re doing okay btw also you really do spoil me I went to read that fic for the 4th time (yes fourth in 24 hours haha) and saw that you changed the word apartment to flat when Clara says it - SCREAMING I love that little drabble thingy (idk if that’s the right word) so much!! Don’t stress yourself to write part two or anything only if you want to 🫶 also I was so sad when you know that bit in the show when Missy kisses the doctor and then turns to Clara and is like ‘would you like a welcome package too’ that would have been ultimate Missyclara - apparently Jenna and Michelle were holding hands for the whole scene because Michelle was nervous which is actually adorable considering she plays such an out there character. I am still longing for Missy absolutely driving Clara insane and getting her flustered because Missy knows exactly what buttons to push to evoke a reaction she wants from Clara missyclara ftw

You literally know how my brain works exactly when you put the little hashtag that you haven’t forgot about the ask that’s the thing with me I sound needy sometimes it’s not that I don’t mind waiting it’s that my mind thinks I’ve been forgotten by someone 😭 literally thank you sm 🫶

Also side note why the thought of being caught like that sound kinda hot that fic has awoken something in me 😭

No worries about the Christmas crackers thing - they are a very British thing I’ve never seen them in other countries! Also me trying to figure out what a saltine is LOL cultural differences, also I most probably put this in another ask but Clara is an only child and I’m freaking out about it because she’s just so perfect and nearly everyone has siblings

Don’t worry about replying to my asks, just do them when you’re ready 🫶

Hope you’re having a lovely day!

- ⭐️

you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you like the fic so much that you keep going back to read it- and I totally agree I love missyclara they had so much potential and I really wish they had more scenes together. I plan on having the second part being something where missy is a massive tease to clara and the reader both but they're enjoying themselves more than they're willing to let on (also michelle gomez was in chilling adventures of sabrina which was basically netflix's updated version of sabrina the teenage witch and from what I've seen of her in the show she looked amazing. I really need to watch it soon)

and it's absolutely no problem! I know exactly what you mean, and I don't want you to think that I've forgotten about you or that I'm trying to ignore you on purpose 💞 I'm just a bit of a scatterbrain and tend to get distracted by other things really easily so that's why it usually takes me so long to respond

honestly I have no idea where the idea for that fic even came for I just knew I wanted to write something that was clara x reader x missy and since we all know how much fun missy has getting in the middle of things and causing chaos I thought her showing up unexpectedly while clara and the reader were trying to have some alone time would be perfect

i didn't even think about you not knowing what a saltine is I'm so sorry 😭 and most of my knowledge of British culture comes from doctor who/bbc sherlock (I'm a covert superwholock fan shh don't tell anyone) and I cant explain why but clara just seems to give off only child energy if that makes sense

and you're so sweet, thank you for being so understanding when it comes to me taking so long to respond 💕

i hope you're having/had a great day too!! 🥰🥰

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princekoo · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x reader

Genre: smut

Trope: city girl x farm boy

Warnings: bondage, name calling, bad writing

Word count: ~4.4k

A/N: yeah I have no words this came to me randomly while I was listening to country (something I never do) so here’s my first smut piece lol I haven’t written anything in MONTHS, so here is my baby I wrote in like 2 hours (also something I’ve never done before)💀 this is badly written bc it’s 2:30am and I cannot be bothered to proofread sorry

What does a woman running late for her job with less than a quarter gallon of gas and a horse have in common? Well, eventually they both run out of gas. Or was that just you? Probably. Here you were on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere trying to contact your job, your friends, anyone really. So much for a support system since your cries for help went unanswered before you completely lost battery. Yeah, you forgot to charge your phone after a night out with your friends, go figure.

You let out a resigned sigh as you sit in your car with the door open as the beautifully unpleasant waft of cow dung and freshly cut grass assaulted your senses. Fully giving up, you reach for the coffee you made 2 hours ago, grimacing at the relevation that it was now more like a nice cold coffee. Looking at the scenery, you tried to make yourself feel better. Hey, at least the cows are cute right? They’re staring at you with their beady little eyes, nothing behind them as they chewed away at some of the grass you strongly smelled. Just then, a cow came up close and you almost considered touching it like you would your cat Oreo, the sweet little thing. You refrained, of course, as you hadn’t hit a complete mental rock bottom at that point yet.

Just then, the cow took a huge dump right then to you, the smell from before intensifying due to obvious reasons.

You cursed the damned cow and fled the scene locking your car. That was definitely the motivation you needed to look for help nearby. Cows meant farms, right? And farms meant people. People that could help you get home. To Oreo. Or your dead end job. As you walked along the worn down fence separating you from the not-so-cute cows, you really took in your scenery. This was always a busy road as cars would often zoom by due to the scarcity of police officers in such a rural area as well as the naturally high speed limit of 60.

Nobody wants to get stuck here.

Literally no one.

It may be in the middle of nowhere, but it was quite nice. There was this thing called nature all around you if you ignored the 6 lanes that were present to your left, the 6 lanes you were speeding through only minutes before. The most of nature you usually get is the trees planted between pavement in front of your apartment building and your little cacti named Kiwi. This was kind of a nice change of pace, even if you hated to admit it.

Walking through dirt in heels is not ideal, but it had to do as you couldn’t stand the thought of dirt clinging to your feet, unknowing when you’d next take a shower. Even though you walked for an eternity, you could see no sign of life other than the few animals scattered throughout, which definitely didn’t calm your nerves.

You stopped for a second and leaned against the fence post, ignoring the possible germs it could bring with it, and blew raspberries as entertainment. You were really teaching your whits end. You may ask yourself, why don’t you flag down a car? Well, no. That’s why. We don’t do that around here.

Moving on, you continued your trek and went on for a bit more, thanking your decision to get comfortable heels. In the faint distance, you could see some sort of house structure. You squinted to better make it out and you realized it was a farm! It was quite a stellar incentive to increase the pace of your steps and you got to the entrance in only a few minutes.

You groaned in discomfort at the unusual amount of physical exercise you had to do this early in the morning and fixed up your appearance. Bun, redone. Skirt, straightened out. Shirt, saved from wrinkling. Sweat, gone. You marched up to the front door and knocked on the door only to be met with silence. You waited a few minutes until you knocked again. Met with the same reaction, you walked away and noticed an open gate. You walked towards it and sank into mud. Internally crying you marched on and looked out to see different farm animals. Horses, cows, sheep, pigs, anything you can think of was there. Whoever was running this shit meant business, you thought.

You struggled through the viscous mud and rounded a corner only to your greatest joy to find a person! Finally! With renewed vigor, you splashed until you could get in earshot of him.

“Hey! Hi! Uhm I broke down down the road and I was…” you trailed off as he turned around and you caught a glimpse of your possible savior. You were so consumed in your will to go home you never even surveyed who you were approaching. He had long, fluffy black hair that spilled over his forehead in curtain bangs and gorgeous silver dangling from his ears, nose, mouth, and eyebrow. A beautifully strong neck with a gorgeously buff body peeking out from the loosely hanging overalls he had on. His Timberlands were covered in mud and possibly fences but that didn’t deter you from appreciating the beauty of this specimen you found while you should’ve been at work. You almost were glad you broke down, if the consequences weren’t as bad as they are with your job. Almost. A goth cowboy farmer boy? You were signed up since the moment he turned around. His beautiful doe almond eyes shone as they looked at you in seemingly both surprise and concern.

“…iss? Miss? Are you okay?” You blinked a few times and willed yourself to snap out of it. You weren’t a teenager for goodness’ sake! You smiled bashfully and apologized, then explained your situation to the best of your ability. He nodded along and gasped at the right parts and you didn’t forget to include how your coffee had gone cold untouched. Offering his deepest condolences, he offered to make you coffee while you were tracking a bead of sweat running down his hairline onto his chest bones.

“Miss? Is everything alright? I think you’d better come inside, the heat could be getting to you.” You considered declining for a good few seconds before deciding, fuck it. You might as well. You took him up on his offer and he took you into his home. It was nicely decorated in almost a modern barn house way, but instead of white, the most common color was black. From the front door a loveseat was poised in front of a old-looking TV with an equally antique radio which emitted something you remembered from your ballet dance recitals you used to do. You nearly cringed, but kept scanning your eyes around. Next to you, on the opposite side of the living room area, was the dining room. Dark oak wooden chairs paired with a beautifully crafted table. What caught your attention was the fact that each table leg and every chair had intricately carved details, stories you remember you’d read as a child. You lightly grazed the nearest chair, admiring the craftsmanship before the man turned around after taking off his shoes and saw you halfway through his home.

“You like ‘em, miss?” You turned around a blushes slightly, caught in your act. You nodded, “yes, it’s gorgeous. Ive never seen something like this. Who made it?” You looked at him expecting a designer’s name or something like a neighbor gifted it to him but instead was met with, “oh I did, miss. My pride and joy. Spent a few months and then some on each piece.” Your eyes grew in size as your shock increased. You weren’t expecting it, but it also wasn’t too surprising. There’s not a single soul for miles around, after all. He chucked at your reaction.

“These are absolutely beautiful, uhm…” you looked at him in question. He lit up remembering he never told you his name, a shining smile crossing his face.

“Ah, name’s Jungkook, miss! Jeon Jeongguk. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner. And you are…?” You told him your name and smiled back, albeit a little more reserved than he was. He offered to make you some food and some coffee to replace the one you couldn’t drink, something which you pretended to ponder accepting before you gave him a resound yes. You’d take anything he gave you. Poison, food, a place to stay, his bed, his cock. Woah. Okay. Take a step back partner. You rounded the wall which separated the living room from the kitchen and surveyed the area once more. To your left there was a fairly new-looking kitchen with a table and two chairs. It definitely seemed like it had more worn and tear compared to the beautiful craftsmanship you’d had the opportunity to touch. The dark theme continued even with the fridge being a darker steel, the other appliances following. It all seemed pretty high tech, so it got you curious.

“Hey, do you have good electricity here?” He looked over at you from where he was whisking up something for you to eat and smiled, looking back down.

“Well, kinda…? Nothin’ like what ya get at the city I’ll tell you that, missy. Still works well enough, anyway.” You wondered how he got so much metal on him if he seems to speak like he’s never gone to the city, so it prompts you to ask, “how’d you get so many piercings this far out? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” He lets out a chuckle and turns his attention fully to you.

“Well, I have city friends. They come every once in a while. I been a country boy since I was kickin’, if ya wanted to know.” He humorously smiled and went back to his task. You sat down at the table, feeling everything shift slightly under your weight. You took out your phone and tried to see if by some miracle it started working, but to no avail. Looking up and seeing you, he remembered something he was going to tell you, eyebrows rising.

“Ah, missy! I forgot to tell ya! I got a land phone with connection you can use! It slipped my mind. And yeah, no, I don’t got any chargers. Sorry.” He answered quickly before you could even think to ask, but you were grateful for at least having a method of communication. You took him up on his offer and searched your brain for a possible phone number you could call. He took you to the antique method of communication and you dislodged it from its rightful place. The phone beeped as you punched in the numbers into the number pad. At least it isn’t a rotary phone. It rang for a few seconds before the other person picked up.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Hey mom, it’s me,” you informed.

“Oh my goodness, my darling! Ive been trying to reach you!”she exclaimed, worry evident in her voice.

“I know, I ran out of battery. A nice guy lent me his phone and I was able to call.”

“A nice guy, you say?” Her voice took a suggestive turn, a stark contrast to her earlier one.

“Mom, please. Im stranded like forty minutes away from the city.” You begged, hoping you could reason with her. Yeah, you were 25, but you didn’t need to settle down at that age! If only your mom didn’t think otherwise.

“Right. Well, I can go get you if you tell me where it is possibly uhhh…tomorrow? Tomorrow mornin—no! Afternoon! Sorry, work. Yeah.” You could hear her nervously scrambling to correct herself, knowing this was just some ploy to get you to know the guy.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Now hang tight and make a friend! Loveyoubye!” “Mo—!”before you could get another word in, she hung up. The line went dead and you hung it back up, leaning against the wall. You grimaced for the second time that day. She was really doing this to you. Well, the more you thought about it, the less bad it seemed. You were stranded in a farm with a hot goth boy who carved as a hobby and seemed to know how to cook. What’s better? Good in bed? God, how you wanted to find out.

Walking back towards the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of what you could only guess was his bedroom. His bed was dressed in black silk sheets which reflected the afternoon light and the rest of the room followed the dark theme. Before you took too long, you willed yourself towards the kitchen and sat down with a huff.

“What’d they say?”

“My mom said she can’t pick me up until tomorrow afternoon,” you groaned. He awwed at the statement and finished the preparations to his “simple meal”. He brought 2 plates and a cup in front of you, which you thanked him for before you surveyed the plates. The first bigger plate contained some what looked like chicken and a salad while the smaller plate contained a prettily plated apple pie. The cup, beautifully enough, contained some steaming coffee. Your eyes almost watered as you thanked him and began eating.

“Sorry I cant offer you anything better, miss. If i had know a pretty little thing like you would break down and need my help I would’ve been better prepared.” You blushed at his statement and commented on how good the meat and veggies were.

“Raised the meat and got the veggies from my garden myself! All pretty fresh, since I only killed the poor thing a day ago.” He exclaimed proudly, a sad quality to his voice after the second part. He cheered up pretty fast and said,” and I baked the apple pie a few hours ago actually! I hope you like it, too.” He finished. He was almost bashful. You complimented his food and he informed you he still had some stuff to do out in the farm.

“Ah! If you need any fresh clothes you can look through my stuff and find something,” he finished with a smile. You thanked him and continued eating as he walked out the house and went on with his day. The house was now silent save for the occasional animal noise and the movement of grass with breeze. Finishing your last bite of apple pie, you got up with the coffee and headed towards the assumed bedroom. He didn’t mention where it was, but you doubted he cared whether you looked through his stuff or not. Not like he was here anyway. You set the cup down on one of his dressers and rummaged for something to wear. The uniform was getting pretty stuffy in the heat of the house, so a nice shirt and some pants would do the trick. You took off all your clothes and considered taking off your underwear too. What if something ends up happening? You want to sleep with him so bad. Ultimately, you took everything off. Naked, you took his most see-through-looking white shirt and a pair of his boxers, the only bottom part that fit after tying it a bit. You ran your hands between your thighs to quell your excitement at not having any undergarments and lowly squealed. You hoped your pressing didn’t show how wet you were. You went out to find him with his shoes on, even if they didn’t fit. Hey, they felt like you were wearing your dad’s shoes, but it got the job done. You found him feeding the horses at the stable before what seemed like bath time, soap and a hose ready to go.

“Hey!” You exclaimed. He looked your way and immediately almost choked in surprise, his face turning red.

“I see you… uhm… got comfortable, miss.” He choked out. You internally grinned and nodded,” yeah these fit best and they’re quite nice. Is it okay?”you feigned innocence, pretending like you didn’t elaborately search for both of these pieces with a goal in mind. He shook his head and informed you he was doing exactly what you thought, bathing the horses. It seemed like he was doing that before you got here as he was on the last horse. You asked if you could help and he accepted, smiling humorously. At what, you don’t know. He let the hose run over the horse for a bit before he shut it off, something that gave you an idea. You were going to make it as messy as you could and try to get yourself completely wet, making the already almost see through shirt stick to your body. The perfect plan, if anyone asked you. It would make him want you, you were sure. At the very least start wanting you. What you didn’t know, is that he was restraining himself to the highest degree from pouncing on you right now. You were beautiful from the moment he saw you and he could tell you found him attractive. This act of dressing up in these kinds of clothes just further confirmed it. You lathered the horse in its special soap and made sure to stick to it accidentally, dampening your shirt. Your nipples poked from the cold and wetness and you could even see the pink of them. Jeongguk turned on the hose and you “accidentally” didn’t move out the way. You exclaimed in pretend shock and he immediately shut off the water and ran over to you. You were completely soaked and you feigned sadness over being all wet. He knew what you were getting at. He knew it wasn’t a mistake. He was onto you.

“Oh no miss! You didn’t move out the way! Sorry.” He feigned as well. You sulked a little and went to go back to giving the horse a second coat of soap when he caught you by your waist. He pushed your body against his and got close to your face, so much so you could count the freckles on his cheeks. You only squealed lightly from shock.

“I know what you’re trying to do, miss. You know, trying to be innocent doesn’t work on me,” he breathed out, voice husky. You blushed, not thinking you’d be found out so quickly.

“Let’s say we skip this part and get straight to business. What do you say?” He inquires, a raises brow making his piercing shine in the light. You nod and he presses harder.

“Yes. Or. No,” he presses. You breathe out a “yes” and he immediately smacks your mouth against his. His tongue makes his way into your mouth and both of your tongues dance together. He pats the horse and it starts to trot away, almost as if understanding it was a moment not for its eyes. He walks you back, still making out, until you reach what you think might be hay and he breaks the kiss only to press you down against it. Breathing heavily, he goes back for another kiss and begins moving his hands over your body. He touches your tits and squeezes them both, arousing a surprised moan from you. He breaks the kiss and begins flicking your hard nipples through the fabric.

“This is what you wanted, right? Right, little miss?” You moan in response and he spanks your tits.

“Give me and answer, missy.” You flush answer, “yes, this is exactly what I wanted please don’t stop.” He lowers his head onto your nipples and begins sucking them and moving them around, playing with them like they’re joysticks. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on. You can physically feel your juices dripping down your thighs. You moan feverishly, almost like you’ve never been touched by a man. He then, bites your nipple and stretches out before letting it go. Without warning, he presses against your center and you let out a choked moan.

“Look at you. I can feel how wet you are, baby. You haven’t had anyone as good as me, now have you?” He asks and you answer with a resound no. No man has ever been able to make you into a pool of goo and have you waterfall from your pussy like he has. He returns his assault on your clothed boobs while keeping pressure on your cunt and you cant take it anymore. You begin rubbing against his leg and he stops his manouvers completely. He stares at you as you rub against his leg like a bitch in heat, leaving a noticeable dark spot on his denim overall pants. He chuckles darkly and removes his thigh causing you to whine. He urges you to open your eyes, something you didn’t even know you had done, and held your face firmly to look straight at him.

“Did i say you could use me to get off? Hmm? You were rubbing against me like a fucking whore. Are you that desperate, huh? You wanna get fucked that badly?” He spoke so disrespectfully to you, but god. You fucking loved it. It was only a few seconds before you started to beg. “Yes, I’m your whore. I want your cock so badly, please.” He hummed at your answer and left you altogether. You protested only to be told to shut up. You did so, and was incredibly turned on in the process. He came back with what looked like restraints.

“I usually use these with the horses, but who would’ve thought I’d have to use them on some pretty little slut who stumbled across me today,” he smirked. You whined and playfully fought against his restraints, only to have his seat at your ass. The spank caused you to let out a long, lustful moan and it only made his Cheshire grin bigger.

“Oh? My sweet little bitch likes to be spanked too? Fucking look at you.” He finished restraining you, leaving your arms and legs unable to move.

“This is what you get for using me to get off without permission, missy. You left me no choice.” You whined and moves your pelvis up and down, trying to show him where you wanted him. He smirked and walked away again. You groaned in frustration again and he answered back,

“I’m gonna wash my hands, pretty. Im sure you don’t want any infections.” You simmered down and waited for his return, one that was swift. He smiled and looked at you only for a frown to overcome his face. You inquired him what was wrong and he said, “you’re wearing too many clothes.” Immediately after, he ripped his shirt apart and the boxers, both ruined garments falling limply besides you. He licked his lips looking at your body and surveyed your pussy, finding it dripping. He chucked and spanked your clit, something that made you jolt and moan.

“You’re dripping, baby. I’ve barely even done anything, too… hmm, well you’ve taken your consequences quite well, so why doesn’t little missy get a reward, eh?” You nodded enthusiastically and he smiled, ruffling your hair. Immediately he plugged up your begging hole with two thick fingers, causing you to howl in pain. Its been a while since you had anything in there. Soon enough, though, the whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he fingered you at a fast and hard pace while rubbing your clit. He was repeatedly hitting your g spot and you felt like you had to pee. Afraid to pee on him, you urged him to stop.

“H…hey J—Jeongg…ungh… Jeongguk…. I think I’m gonna… gonna… pee!” By the end of your sentence you were screaming as you watched clear juices spill out of you. That was new. “What we’re you saying?” He inquired with a smirk. As you panted, he lowered himself and began licking at your pussy. He ate you out with vigor you never knew in your life from past partners until he made you cum with just his tongue, without needing the aid of anything else. As you came down from your orgasm, he came up and kissed you as your juices ran down his chin. He looked you in the eyes and asked almost shyly, a stark change in demeanor, “you think I can fuck you?” You breathlessly chuckled and answered, “fuck yeah.”

He took off his overalls as soon as you said that, grinning madly. The lowering of the overalls showed his beautifully sculpted abs and pecs clearly and the lower he went the more you realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick sprung to life leaking precum from its pink tip. He took his hand and jerked himself a little before he lined up at your entrance and looked at you questioningly. You nodded and he went in slowly. Your juices made the ability for friction disappear and soon he started pounding into your weeping pussy. He reached down and choked you lightly as he began stimulating your clit again and you screamed in overstimulation. He didn’t give up and eventually you began feeling pleasure and his cock rammed into you relentlessly. He panted as he fucked into your cunt and your pussy squeezed his dick. You moaned in pleasure, despite your restricted air flow and he groaned from the feel of his dick fucking your pussy. Soon enough, you came to your end squeezing his dick like a python and he pulled it out. He jerked off and came over your stomach and tits covering them entirely.

“Fuck, if I had a phone I would’ve definitely taken a picture of this. You look beautiful like this, miss.” He panted and you chuckled breathlessly. You both stared at each other attempting to catch your breaths in silence. He was the first who broke it.

“So… wanna take a shower?”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #farmer!jungkook #dom!jungkook #yeah this was completely unplanned #idk how i squeezed it out of my brain #bts smut #bts x reader #fanfic #jungkook fanfic #smut

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