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The Festival

Media - The Maze Runner Series AU (1967 & 1991) Characters - Newt / Thomas / Gally Couples - Newt X Reader + Thomas X Reader + Gally X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18 + drug use / drug abuse / public / exhibitionism / cuddling / kissing / making out / breast play / nipple play / breast sucking / spanking / fingering / sex / eating out / orgasms / side / missionary / cowgirl / love bites / nudity / Word Count - 5577

I hummed slightly to myself as I flipped through my magazine, glancing at the various articles and sensationalism, briefly stopping to take my tea in hand blowing across the rim before having a small tender sip.

I perked up a little as I heard footsteps rush down the stairs of my little cottage. And soon enough Ellis emerged in a pair of little white wedge heels, a denim skirt with embodied flowers, and a crop top that looked as if someone had run it over. Her Y/H/C hair was in a braid as usual.

"Mum? Opinions?" She asked doing a little turn,

"It looks lovely..." I began,

"And here comes the but."

"But, I think it might be a little... much,"

"I want to look nice,"

"I know you do, but do you really think heels are the best idea, Ellis? White heels? For a festival."

"...True,"

"You're a grown-up. I can't tell you what to wear, I can only advise."

"I know, I just wanna look my best. I spent nine hours shopping today. This is such a big moment."

"I know Ellis,"

"It only happens once every twelve years."

"I know Ellis,"

"The festival has been going on for so long! and I finally get to go!"

"Ellis. I know,"

"Sorry, Mum,"

"It's fine," I chuckled, "Of course you are excited to go. But it's probably not going to be as exciting as you think Ellis,"

I sat at the kitchen table flicking through my old photo album and looking for the pictures, Ellis beside me as we searched diligently until finally, I saw the first few pictures.

"Here we are," I smiled,

'Waterloo Sunset' Plays tentatively on the radio, cutting out ever so often. The single stolen beer was being passed from the back seat to the front seat over and over any time someone wanted a sip, excited shouting and shoving a constant across the car.

"Thomas quit purposely going down the fucking potholes! I'm getting a prostate exam of these tent pegs!" Gally yelled kicking Thomas' driver seat,

"won't be the only bloody thing shove up your ass over the next three days Gally," Newt laughed as he sipped the beer,

"Oh fuck off Newt!" gally shoved him,

I giggled and snapped a picture with my Polaroid camera,

"You gonna be a shutterbug the whole trip?" Thomas laughed,

"I hope so," I giggled,

We flipped through a few of the pictures of the mud, people, drinks and madness that I photographed, till we got to one that made me smile. The picture of all of us who went, together by our tents.

"Who are all these people?" She asked,

"Well, they were my friends."

"Why have I never met any of them?"

"Everyone went their own ways I guess," I shrug, "This was right before most of us went to college, we all got jobs and... drifted apart. It happens, Ellis."

"I still talk to all my friends from that age,"

"Yes well your twenty-three," I chuckled,

"Who were they all then?"

"Well, that's Alby and Brenda and there's zart and fry." I chuckled pointing everyone out, "And there's Gally and Minho. Thomas. and Then newt on the end,"

"...You had weird friends."

"... I'm aware," I nodded,

"Who's the one in the middle?" she pointed, "In the like long skirt and tube top thing?"

"Ellis, That's me."

"What!"

"Yes, that's me,"

she just looked at me rather shocked, "Mum!"

"It was 1967, I was sixteen. " I told her, "It was a different time."

I quickly flipped the page overseeing all the sweet pictures, of dancing, music, the mud, and all the strange clothes of course.

"You were really pretty,"

"Were?"

"You know what I mean, you seemed so happy,"

"I was, it was a fun festival. But... I'm sure it will be even better this year with you."

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be great." she smiled, "I'm off to bed, night mum,"

"Night Ellis," I smiled,

She hopped off the table and headed up to the guest room,

I stayed up a little longer looking through all the pictures, it really was a fun festival. If I recall I didn't even actually see the Kurinji flower bloom, to busy with everything else. It really was the last big party as my life was changed forever after it ended. I did miss everyone, hadn't really spoken to any of them after it ended.

My eyes lingered a little on a photo of us all together, my eyes went over the three of them and I wondered as I have many times over the last twenty-four years... Thomas. Gally. or newt?

I tried to force the thoughts away, not like I ever needed to know. I did just fine on my own. I flicked through to one of the last pictures that got taken. I laid passed out from exhaustion and I was likely kinda drunk... possibly even stoned, I don't at all remember. I lay on my bed in my tent, and I couldn't help but look down at my exposed stomach and wonder... if Ellis was in this picture too.

"This. Is. So. Much. Mud." Ellis complained as she walked back to our tents from the bathrooms,

"I did try and warn you," I chuckled as I finished setting up, "You having fun through?"

"So far yeah," she nodded, "All though it is six pounds of a bottle of water,"

"Holly hell. No, we're lucky we brought water," I nodded heading into the tent to grab a bottle,

"Uhh sorry... uhh Hi," A voice that seemed familiar spoke outside the tent,

"Uhh hi..." Ellis replied,

"I'm sorry you're uhh-"

"Yeah, uhh no thanks you're like old enough to be my father."

"No! no! I'm sorry I wasn't trying to hit on you!" He defended, "You just uhh you look so much like-"

I went out to see what was going on and immediately my eyes went wide, "Newt..."

"Y/n!" he gasped,

I groaned a little beyond exhaustion the three days of, drinking, drugs, dancing, and food truck food had really gotten to me. and I needed my energy to pack everything up in the morning. So I just laid in the tent almost dead to the world. But I wasn't alone Newt was here with me too laid trying not to die too. I wrapped my arms around his torso my hands on his warm bare chest, I rested my cheek against his back close to his shoulder.

He let out a long peaceful sigh to feel himself in my arms, he wriggled a little but not away from me, back towards me adjusting himself back so we could be closer and he could be held tighter like a sweet little spoon.

I cooed and gave his shoulder a gentle kiss softly stroking his chest and stomach with my hands. We lay like this for a good while just enjoying each other's company,

He turned over to face me his eyes still closed, he came up close and nuzzled into my neck, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. I smiled and wrapped my own around him too my hands in his locks, I wrapped my fingers around his hair and kissed his forehead. For a while, we just lay like this very cosy, and comfy together. He lay so happily that the only sounds of sweet fumbles and grumbles in a sleepy state, after a good while his hand moved after it lay on my waist, I didn't mind and just held him close until his hand began to creep up my body taking a soft grip of my breast through my little dress.

I chuckled but didn't argue with him to try to complain and ... not sure I would even if I wasn't tried., as he groped and fondled my breast squeezing and squishing it, pressing and shaking it, compressing and massaging it, the only sound coming from him some low moans and grumbles of enjoyment. I smiled and kissed his forehead as he plaid with my breast slowly but surely getting more aggressive as he got hungrier and more flooded with his desires.

He began to kiss my neck softly and gently pressing a trail of kisses down to my underdress where his hand rested, He tugged down my dress to my waist to expose my bare breast and continued his kiss down my chest and breast slightly biting as he kissed, until he reached my nipple. He clamped his lips around my nipple and swirled his tongue to harden it continuing his circles as he gently sucked, I didn't bother to stop him he was happy and I admit it felt very nice to see him be so attentive, his hand of course left my breast and moved to my ass giving it a firm slap making me jump a little.

He gave my ass a few firm slaps as he sucked before his hand stroked my thigh moving it around his hip and slipping his hand between my legs, his fingers made short work of pushing up my dress and he stroked my mound before giving my clit a merciless rub I did my best not to moan. Still, he just kept rubbing until he forced a moan out of me, as soon as I moaned he pulled back from my breast and kissed my lips with a firey passion, I happily kissed back already excited even if I was amused that he was yet to open his eyes.

His hand moved so he could thrust his index and middle finger inside me making me gasp he used this as a perfect example to add tongue into our kiss, which I happily smiled into and began to battle with him, He thrusted his fingers slowly at first his thumb rubbing on my clit I did my best not to moan but it was very hard to keep quiet his groans into our kisses only fueled us more, I slipped my hand down and began to stroke his already hard erection which made him moan loudly pulling away to kiss my neck.

He pulled his hand away and kissed down my chest, flicking my nipple with his tongue as he kissed down my dress moving me onto my back as he reached my clit, he kissed and sucked my clit mercilessly his fingers slipping back inside me. I moaned trying my best not to be loud feeling the bubbles of pleasure curling my toes and digging my nails into the cheap camping bed, my head rolled back onto the pillow. His other hand came up and squeezed on my breast twisting and tugging on my nipple making me moan loudly.

I tugged him up by his hair, he moved pulling his hand away and kissing my neck. He tugged up my dress to my waist,

"One moment love," He cooed grabbing a condom quickly slipping it on and pulling me back to the kiss. "Come on love." He smirked and quickly wrapped my legs around his waist before slipping inside me, He groaned and moaned loudly as soon as he grabbed my hips and thrusted fast and hard.

I began to scream pulling his lips to my own and kissing him with passion and adrenaline, once he got to a very steady pace his hands left my hips to grab my breast making me giggle a little his other hand on my clit rubbing mercilessly as he thrusted both of us moaning and groaning until my body began to shake and I tightened my legs around him as I knew how close I was, which only made him smirk with a sly smile getting faster and more merciless until I hit my orgasm grabbing his face and biting his shoulder as I felt the pleasure flood from my head to my toes and back again,

I gasped as I collapsed against the bed feeling him keep going letting me ride it out as long as possible, until he buried his head in my neck and his hips bucking like crazy as he buried himself inside me with a long groan before he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside me as we gasped and tried to get ourselves straight after all that. "Y/n..."

"Yes, newt?" I cooed as we cuddled up,

"I really like you..." he smiled playing with my hair, "do you like me?"

"Of course I do, you're my friend,"

"... more than that?"

"I don't know newt... my brain... very messed up after these few days."

"Okay" he nodded, "But.. if I ask again in a few days maybe once we've kinda got our heads back on. will you answer me then love?"

"I will. I promise."

"It's... actually you?"

"Yeah, it- it's really you?!"

"Oh my god how are you!" I smiled giving him a tight hug,

"I'm great, I'm great how are you," He smiled hugging me back too,

"I'm fantastic, you look amazing."

"Aww thank you, so do you. You've hardly changed."

"I don't know something certainly has,"

"I bet," He laughed, "I've really missed you,"

"I have to," I smiled, "what are you doing here?" I asked,

"I'm actually here with thomas and Gally."

"What?!" I gasped,

"Yeah, we met up again through work last year and we said how cool I would be to come back for the Festival. I mean it only happens every 12 years it would be so cool to come back."

"Yeah, I uhhh..." I stuttered trying not to panic,

"what are you doing here?"

"Here with my daughter." I smiled, "This is my daughter Ellis."

"Oh my god she's beautiful, lovely to meet you, Ellis,"

"Yeah, uhh newt, right?" Ellis asked,

"Yeah, I imagine your mum's probably mentioned me,"

"A couple of times," she nodded,

"Well you lovely ladies have fun setting up, We have to meet up one day for dinner and catch up though." He smiled,

"Yeah of course," I nodded

Before he gave me another hug and headed off,

"...So..." she smirked at me,

"Ellis. You might be an adult but I'm still your mother and I will still ground you."

"We're both adults. Can we... talk like adults?"

"Fine," I sighed,

"Did you and Newt? Use to uhh?"

"It was the sixties and we were sixteen... what do you think? It was a different time"

I headed over to the food truck to grab us some dinner after a long second day of enjoying the festival... and attempting to avoid the guys. I got the very expensive food and began the walk through the mud back to the tent but a voice spoke up,

"Y/n!"

I looked and I saw him, "Thomas! Hi."

"Thomas! What the hell are you doing!" I laughed from the protection of the tent's doors,

thomas stood in the rain and mud, barefoot, shirtless, dancing to the music the stage plaid as the band had gotten rained out,

"dancing!" He cooed,

"Why? it's raining come inside."

"But everyone else is dancing. The water is dancing."

"It's raining."

"The earth is dancing."

"That's mud thomas."

"so I am dancing!"

"...Have you been smoking?"

"Yes! but that seems unrelated."

"thomas come in the tent."

"Come dance with me Y/n." he cooed, grabbing my hand and pulling me out into the rain with him, I chuckled and held his hands as we danced like idiots in the rain, "You're really beautiful Y/n, Have I ever told you that?"

"Many times thomas,"

"Almost as pretty as a flower." he cooed as our dancing grew closer and closer, "thomas... I really like you,"

"... Yeah?"

"yeah."

"Not just the smoke talking?"

"No... I've felt like this for a while."

"That's very sweet thomas." I laughed, "Day one and you're already off your head,"

"We do... have the tent all to ourselves for a while," he smirked pulling my hips closer,

"We do," I smirked back moving my hips against his,

"We should make use of this."

"we should." I nodded grabbing his hand and pulling him into the tent, we quickly fell on the bed giggling away as we began to kiss,

Thomas gently and slowly helped me remove my dress kissing each part of my skin that he exposed fluttering kisses and compliments into my bruised scared skin, "you're so beautiful." he cooed, "So gorgeous, stunning, ravishing, exquisite, captivating, ravishing, attractive, irresistible, Perfect." He muttered until I was laid naked on the bed, "Uhh... Y/n," he groaned "How am I meant to resist you when you look like this for me?" He muttered, "May I?" He smirked eagerly his hands stroked my breasts so I nodded and he wasted no time, he grabbed my breasts squeezing me and fondling my breasts in his hands

"thomas..." I giggled,

"Uhhh! Y/n," he smirked nuzzling close to my chest mostly to have his head in my breasts giving them little kisses, before moving his hand and stroking my mound softly finding every nook and curve I possessed "May I?"

"You may thomas," I blushed,

He smirked before he began rubbing on my clit in soft little clockwise circles as we kissed often stroking my hands across his skin as he worked before his hand slipped down to push inside me,

"Uhhh!" I gasped rolling my head back,

He smiled and gently moved his fingers at a decent pace until he pulled back "May I Y/n?" he gave my lips a soft kiss before moving between my legs and pushing my thighs up until I spread my legs for him as far as they would go,

"Absolutely," I gasped,

"Perfect my sweet," he smiled before he kissed up my inner thigh I blushed a little as he moved closer softly kissing my skin being gentle and soft with his kisses until he reached my clit where he was more than intense at first giving me merciless kisses before then sucking and licking my clit so harshly and passionately I was lost in a world utterly my own holding my hand over my mouth to stop my screams being heard as he worked so hard and so skillfully before I squealed and reacted my orgasm squealing under my hand as I felt the toe-curling wave of pleasure rush over me. Which caused him to pull back "I love making you cum... you're irresistible when you cum for me Y/n," he smirked,

I giggled as I gasped and tugged at his pants undoing them enough to reveal him completely stiff and slender with not much girth to him but his veins desperate for attention, "May I?"

"You don't have to do that for me-"

"I want to,"

"Well.... Alright," he nodded, "who am I to deny what my sweet girl wants," he smirked holding his base and giving himself a few gentle strokes before I moved and gently took him into my mouth "Ohhh fuck-" he groans grasping my Y/H/Chair, "uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh! Y/n!" he gasped and groaned rolling his head back "Ugghhhh! Ooohhh god! Y/n! Enough enough-" he said as he pushed me away, "May I my sweet?" he smirked gently moving me back to lay flat he grabbed a condom slipping it on and then moving closer and stroking his head against my clit,

"You may thomas," I nodded,

he smirked before moving and gently slipping inside me, "uuuuuuuhhh! Uughh! Ummmm" he groaned gripping my hips hard trying desperately to focus,

"Uuhhh" I gasped holding his hair as I tugged his face into my neck and feeling as each inch of him made its way inside me, he slowly sped up his movements and found a pace and path that seemed to suit him even if he was groaning seemingly uncontrollably only ever stopping to kiss me, He got faster running his hands over me as soon enough his hormones took over his body working mindlessly. I was close it was obvious he was trying so hard just to keep himself contained just a little bit longer wanting to savour this moment even if his hips didn't seem to give a shit and wanted his orgasm as quickly as possible

"I adore you, I worship you, I want you... I need you!" He groaned, "Fuck- fuck- I'm Ughh!" was enough to tip us both over I squealed and held him tightly and he completely lost it moving fast and hard as he groaned before he pulled out and we completely collapsed on the bed beside me gasping hard, "Y/n?"

"Yes, thomas?" I gasped,

"How do you feel about me..."

"I uhh...My head is on too much stuff for a straight answer,"

"That's fair. Will you tell me though... in a few days after all this?"

"I will"

"Hey! Yeah newt said he saw you!" He smiled putting his food on a table and hugging me, so I did the same,

"Yeah, Newt mentioned he was here with you guys,"

"How are you, you look fantastic!

"Thank you, you do too. I'm alright, how have you been?"

"Doing fine you know the world has been turning," he chuckled,

"Yeah, I feel that way too."

"It's great, isn't it? being back."

"it is it's just like I remember,"

"I know right, plus it's nice I barely got to enjoy it all those years ago given I whited out like a bitch on day one" he chuckled, "Such a shame,"

"Yeah," I laughed, "It's been really fun. Here with my daughter. Her first year coming so she's really enjoying it,"

"Aww that's so sweet you came with her," He smiled, "You know I'm just heading back you could come back and we could all catch up?"

"No, it's okay I wouldn't want to impose-"

"It's alright I know Gally and Newt would love seeing you"

"I uhh I need to get back to Ellis, and she has a bad headache so..." I lied,

"Ohh yeah been there." He nodded, "Maybe tomorrow we'll catch up yeah?"

"Yeah, sure." I nodded grabbed my food and headed away doing my best not to look like I was avoiding them.

I walked the festival site doing my best to find Ellis as she'd gone off a few hours ago and I hadn't yet found her,

"Y/n?"

I turned quickly and there I saw him "Gally! Hi!"

"This song sucks,” He told me as he wrapped his arms around my waist, as we sat by the fire everyone else had gone to see the band but we just sat by the fire instead. Slowly he moved closer and peppered slow kisses down my neck,

"Gally we shouldn't they could come back-"

“it's just you and me," he growled, He then pressed one kiss to the crook of my neck, I blushed a little but didn't move, so he tightened his grip on me a little hugging me a little tighter and kissed my neck again only one little kiss but enough to make me feel so happy inside, "come here on" He growled tugging me towards the tent, I giggled and ran in with him, he smirked bringing his face and lips into my neck again,

I couldn't control my playful giggles he merely continued his kisses so slowly and calculated waiting patiently between each one, his kisses slowly grew more intense until as he kissed my neck his teeth graced my skin, not enough to bite me but enough to make me feel his teeth, he repeated this just slow soft kisses occasionally tenderizing my skin by gracing his teeth on it, "Gally!" I giggled,

He chuckled with a familiar sly grin, he continued his kisses now starting little nibbles on my skin pressing his teeth more meaningfully, and continued his bites gently barely anything between his kisses and nibbles which were getting very intense,

"Gally no more," I giggled even if I didn't want him to stop,

He licked the spot he bit before kissing it again he would do this over and over up and down my neck like a vampire to my jugular, He continued with a prideful smirk, getting harder with his nibbles, kisses and bites. He smirked getting even harder "Hmmm..." He groaned leaving a hickey on my neck

"Gally-" I gasped feeling him force a hickey into my skin he continued biting and nibbling my neck around my hickey to ensure my attention for it, "Uhhh! Gally!" I moaned twisting my fingers in his hair, which he took as a sign to get even more intense "Uhhhhh!" I moaned as his hand had been settled on my waist this whole time moved under my skirt to my thigh he quickened his kisses stroking my thigh higher and higher he licked my hickey as he smirked and teased me further stroking my hip under my dress "Ummm..." he groans now all but attacking my neck with kisses, bites, nibbles and licks. I could feel he was hard against my leg I tugged on his hair almost pulling his hair,

"Uhhh Gally" I gasped moving his hand to where I so desperately needed him

He smirked stroking my mound before rubbing on my throbbing clit, "You have to try and be quiet"

"Uuhh uhhhh uhhhhhhh" I whined as he continued with my neck at the same time by now my neck looked as if I had been in a fight covered in hickeys and bite marks all down one side of my neck, not caring the marks he made just wanting to make us excited I moaned as he made a hickey on my most sensitive spot while he slipped his fingers inside me still rubbing my clit with his thumb but I clamped my hand over my mouth to stop my moan even if my eyes rolled back a little

"Ohh..." He growled "Do you want me to stop?" he whispered and I shook my head "I knew it," he groaned kissing down to my collarbone and across my gasping chest giving him more space and more real estate to leave hickeys and bites, "Let me see them." he unlaced the ties on my shirt making sure to be agonizingly slow before he tugged it off me leaving me naked on the bed, he smirked and pulled me to sit naked on his lap my back against his chest as his hand moved hard and fast-moving his fingers rapidly inside me, his other hand cupped my breast squeezing and fondling my bare skin,

"Ahhhh! Gally!" I screamed, "Please..."

He didn't need another word before tugging his trousers down, he stroked his hard shaft a couple of times before he grabbed a condom slipping it on, he held the base and guided himself inside me he groaned as he found his way, he held my hips to guide my riding to ensure the best pleasurable angle as he began his almost violent thrusts but this was normal for Gally, I didn't hold back my screams, he didn't hold back his grunts and groans either which I found sexier then I like to admit, I knew I was close clawing down his legs in desperation for the pleasure that was building and building and building until I hit it screaming and clamping my legs around him my eyes rolling back and my jaw hung open, pleasure rushing through my body but Gally kept going for a while but he was slower sloppier unable to control himself much longer until he moaned loudly and bucked his hips up hard as he came, We both just sat for a moment, gasping. Listening to the waves and to the music outside until he broke the silence,

“That song is still shit.”

“I know,” I chuckled, collapsing down on the bed to get dressed again,

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“How do you… feel about me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… do you like me?”

“It’s hard to tell… my head is kinda..”

“I get it” he nodded, “But… you’ll tell me soon. In a few days right?”

"Hey!" He smiled hugging me, "So good to see you!"

"Yeah, it's great seeing you too."

"How have you been,"

"Pretty good, just here with my daughter."

"Yeah, the guys said that's really sweet." He chuckled, "Did you wanna come back to our tent? catch up?"

"No, no it's okay I need to find her,"

"Ohh I'll help you look,"

"You don't have to,"

"No no I insist." he nodded,

"Well let's try the tent again," I nodded,

We made our way back to Ellis and I's tents, where I found her sitting by the fire with thomas and Newt,

"Hey! We found a straggler." thomas laughed,

"Why didn't you call me?" I glared a little, "I was getting worried," I sat down,

"I tried my Nokia didn't have a signal."

"Alright so long as you're okay."

"Yeah we all got chatting," Newt smiled,

The five of us sat around the fire chatting and laughing talking about the times we had as teens, and asking Ellis about all the chaos she had too. It was... nice. Admittedly... it felt like nothing had changed in some ways.

But as the night drew in, the conversation changed... I knew it would come up, but... I had no plan for what would happen then it did.

"Ellis, How old are you?" Thomas asked,

"Twenty-three just turned in April,"

"And what do you know... if anything... about your dad?" Newt asked,

"Well... mum, you've never really mentioned anything. I guess for a lot of my life I just didn't question it, too dumb to realize, then... when I knew it was strange I didn't want to ask worried it was a question that would hurt your feelings." she explained, "But... I'm a grown-up. We're all mature adults. and I'm not stupid. I'm Twenty-three. I was born in April 1968. nine months back... that's July 1967. The Kurinji festival you all came too." she explained, "So... Mum, can you tell me about my dad?" she asked,

"Well... it's complicated," I nodded, "And I'm just gonna say it, 'cause it's kinda been eating me these last three days..." I sighed, "Here, at the Kurinji Festival 1967 we all came here with our friends." I began, "... The first night, thomas and I slept together. A few hours later-"

"I got so high I whited out. Packed my bag and got on a bus home." Thomas added,

"Yes," I nodded, "And then on the second night everyone went off to see a band they liked... and Gally and I slept together,"

"And... that night I went and snuck into the VIP lounge with Brenda and Fry. ended up there till the morning we had to leave." Gally chuckled,

"Yes..." I nodded, "And that third night, while everyone was off enjoying the last few festivities... I was so tired,"

"We cuddled in the tent together..." Newt spoke up, "And we slept together. Staid in each other's arms till the morning."

"Yes..." I sighed, "That morning we packed up and all went home, and... a few weeks later I learnt I was pregnant. With you."

"I- with me?"

"Yes... that's why it's complicated. I know I never slept with anyone between the festival and finding out I was pregnant. Realistically. It could be... any of them."

"Was there anyone else?"

"no. Just those three." I nodded, "You probably think I'm-

"Mum," she took my hand, "I don't think you're anything, you were a teenager... it was a different time." She reassured,

"Thank you," I gave her a soft hug, "we all drifted apart after the festival, work, college, and other relationships so we never really spoke."

"Makes sense... I always just thought you stopped talking to me to... let me down easy," Gally began, "I... I remember I asked you if you liked me, you promised to tell me when your head was clear and, after the festival we drifted apart I kinda assumed you were being nice."

"Yeah... me too." thomas agreed,

"I... I thought that too." Newt nodded, "We all said we liked her? Damn no wonder you stopped talking to us,"

"I was honestly just busy I had a fantastic little girl to look after," I explained,

"Makes sense, let's be honest we all drifted apart. No one's fault it just happens" Thomas shrugged, "I'm just happy being back with friends again, and I have no hang-ups Y/n I'm a happily married man."

"I'm glad thomas," I smiled,

"Not married, but very happy. We have two dogs together. and he is a really good man." Gally nodded,

"Aww, that's sweet. I'm thrilled for you gally." I smiled,

"I... I... Kinda have a hang-up," Newt spoke,

"What?"

"Y/n I loved you. I loved you more than I had or have loved anyone else. When... when you stopped talking to me... it broke my heart. Yes, I've had other girlfriends over the years but... I never really settled down, never thought about anyone like I did about you. and still now... in 1991... I still love you."

"Ohh newt," I almost cried, "I love you too!" I jumped and hugged him pushing him into the mud,

"I love you! I love you so so much!" he cooed squeezing me tightly,

"You owe me a fiver," thomas demanded,

"Still? After twenty-four years you want that?" gally whined,

"We had a deal. Without a time frame." Thomas smirked, "Five pounds. please."

Gally sighed handing it over as Newt and I sat up but still cuddled, "You are so god damn slow Newt."

"I know, but I did it... eventually," He chuckled before we shared a tender kiss,

"Adorable." Ellis chuckled,

I hummed as I made three cups of tea, as arms wrapped around my waist,

"Humm hello my sweet little flower."

"Hello Newt," I chuckled, "Tea,"

"Thank you, but I'd much rather have something sweeter," He cooed kissing my neck,

"Morning," Ellis calls as she comes down from the guest room,

"Morning Ellis," I smiled handing both her and Newt a cup of tea, "The letter came today." I told her, "Did you want us to leave you alone?"

"no. It's okay," she said taking it from the table,

"I'll happily go if you want" Newt said, "But no matter what the answer is, It won't change anything."

"I know," she smiled giving him a small side hug, before she opened up her letter, but didn't look. "Mum, can you read it?"

"...Okay," I nodded putting down my tea and taking the letter, giving it a good read, "After several tests, we have been able to determine with 98.9% accuracy that the subject was fathered but sample three." I explained, "Isaac Newton."

"You're first name is Isaac?" Ellis asked,

"Same as my dad, weird family tradition, everyone's always called me Newt." he shrugged, "So... it's true. I'm the dad."

"You're the dad." I nodded,

"Hey Dad," Ellis smiled,

He got a little teary but hugged us both so tightly, "Hello my sweet beautiful daughter." He cooed, "And my lovely wife."

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freyascoffee · 1 month ago

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You always come to the party

College!Ellie Williams x reader

Summary: 3 months after your breakup, you and Ellie have been seeing each other around more recently. Do you think she deserves a second chance to prove her love?

Author's note: this is my first time writing one of these so bare with me :) Also posting this late because I've been meaning to write this for ages now

December 12th

The silence of entering your dormitory after boring lectures was probably the worst part of your day. You and Ellie broke up to 'focus on yourselves' yet it was hard to focus at all when the polaroid pictures of the two of you hang upon the golden fairylights above your desk. That stupid dinosaur keyring she won for you during your date at the arcade jingled every time you grabbed your keys. The guitar pick she accidentally left on your window sill collected dust; nonetheless, it was left untouched, as if waiting to be picked up again.

Everything reminded you of her. You procrastinated the decision of putting yourself out there because you didn't want anyone else. A distraction would be useful- hell- it was a need. The need to forget about that internal conflict and question what you did to deserve the sudden cold shoulder from Ellie. She was in the wrong. She chose to be dismissive of your feelings the few weeks before your breakup. It was nothing like the Ellie you knew, but you had to put yourself first.

Repetitive and monotonous cycles of talking stages chased you throughout the next 3 months. 'What's your favourite colour?' 'What's your favourite food?' The questions were so vague, only reminding you of the silly conspiracies you and Ellie made up during your smoking sessions, or when you gazed at the stars from a grassy hill close to the campus. The philosophical questions you'd debate just for shits and giggles overlapped the strangers' voices when they asked the generic 'what superpower would you want to have?'.

You only wondered if Ellie felt some sense of remorse for her neglect in the end, or if she was too busy hanging out with Dina, who seemed to cut contact with you after the breakup, and Jesse, who still reached out to you every couple weeks.

"Earth to Yn!" Jesse waved his hand in front of your face.

"Sorry, you were saying?" You asked, tilting your head to face him reluctantly.

"..The party" Jesse raised an eyebrow, implying that you should catch on what he was talking about, if you were listening.

"Absolutely not" You mirrored his raised eyebrow in a 'Are you serious' way.

"Come on, you'll meet some new people. Show yourself off a little, maybe make certain individuals jealous. " he nudged your elbow at the last word. He was completely aware of what happened between you and Ellie, having most definitely hearing both sides of the story.

A narrow glare from you, shot up at him before averting to your textbook, which looked brand new, despite owning it since the beginning of the school year. The spine wasn't even cracked, knowing Ellie, she would've begged you to let her crack it for you. "...I'll think about it"

"Don't give me that," he insisted, leaning forward as he covered the pages of your textbook with his hands. "How long has it been since you got a little drunk? A little cray-cray?"

"Euh, never say that again" you groaned, dropping your head into the palms of your sweating hands. "I might just never go to a party again out of spite"

"I'm just saying, you should go. I'll take you there and we'll will leave any time you feel like it" he pursed his lips into a thin line, mocking your dad's convincing expression.

"Is she gonna there?" You mumbled, gently pushing his hands away from the book and flicking through to the next page, a soft crackling sound cutting through the short silence between the two of you.

"Who?..ohh- nah, she said she'd rather stay in and judge people's instagram pics from the party" Jesse shrugged. "Dina will probably stay with her"

"Right" you rubbed your temples in circular motions, easing the aching sensation of your head.

"Do you want her to go?" He smirked, grabbing his phone from his brown leather jacket, a loud zip of his pocket cutting through the quiet library. "Because I can get that sort-"

"Shut up- I was just asking" you hushed, looking around awkwardly to ensure nobody was giving the judgemental look of disapproval.

"And I was just offering" Jesse was annoyingly quick with comebacks, and you were often reminded of that. "So, the partys December 18th, Margaret's beach house, there's gonna be food, drinks, music, you know, basic party stuff..and a pool"

"Anyone willing to swim in a pool in December?" You winced "..whatever- and what if the cops come because of complaints?" You added. A criminal record was not on your Christmas wishlist whatsoever.

"you were on the track team for a reason" he laughed, looking back up at you from his phone. "If anyone knows how to run away from problems, it's you"

"Was that seriously a secret diss? That's low, Jesse." You scoffed with a goofy smile, propping one leg up on your chair and fiddling with the chain of your locket.

December 16th

The party was only two days away and you had no idea what to wear, you thought as you stood in front of your wardrobe full of clothes. Point was, none of it was essentially party-worthy, basic tees and jeans were all you had since your sister decided she wanted her clothes back. In that case, she should consider that her Christmas gift.

You mindlessly walked through stores, looking for a simple dress, but a lot of the racks were stuffed with outfits that were rave-appropriate at most. You eventually left the mall, and decided to go to your favourite store, TJ Maxx, it had all anyone ever needed.

The glass doors slid open, and the faint echo of a 2010s pop song rang through the building. You made your way towards the dress section and you only found silver sequen dresses which went down to your ankles, so that's a no. You pulled your phone out from your pocket and opened Pinterest, typing 'Christmas party outfit simple'.

You scrolled for a moment before finding a cute top and skirt combination. TJ Maxx definitely had this. It was a skirt and a fitted sparkly long-sleeved top along with tights with patterns. After a couple laps through the aisles, you found everything you needed and made your way to the checkout.

As you exited the store, you were notified of 2 missed calls. Jesse. You audibly sighed and clicked the green telephone icon. It rung once before the other line immediately picked up. "Listen, oh my gosh, okay, so come to my dorm right now, we're trying to build a gingerbread house and I thought, who'd be better to help than Yn? Get your ass here right now"

You heard Ellie's voice in the background, talking, you weren't sure whether it was to Jesse or someone else but you weren't sure if you were ready to see her again. "Uhh..who's with you?" You asked, knowing the answer, but just seeking confirmation to emotionally prepare yourself.

"Ellie and Dina" his voice cut of between syllables. Probably just your data running low again, why did your renewal always have to be at the end of the month?

"Oh I'll try and-" you spoke, before the call ended. Shit. Now you're gonna have to go because it seems like you agreed. You weren't opposed to the idea of building gingerbread houses, but you were definitely against the inevitable tension you'd face when you got there.

After reaching your room, you dropped your shopping bag onto the bed and checked yourself out in the mirror. Fixing your eyebrows and reapplying vaseline onto your lips, winter dryness was the worst. You looked yourself up and down one more time before slipping on your sliders and taking the stairs of the flat down to Jesse's dorm.

You knock quietly, a swift and recognisable pattern you always made against the door of room 47. You heard Christmas music from the other side of the wall and chuckling as the sound of footsteps drew nearer. You twirl a lock of your hair awkwardly whilst waiting for someone to answer.

Oh.

"..hey" the freckled auburn mumbles between the cookie she looks like she just stuffed in her mouth.

"..hi" you smile awkwardly, not moving any closer towards the room, as if hesitating to even enter. You were already regretting coming at all, the sound of Dina's voice further in the room intimidated you.

"You coming in, or are you stopping by to sing Christmas carols?" Jesse called out from his seated position on the floor. "You're letting the warm air out"

"Right- sorry" you nodded once, slipping under Ellie's arm which was propped against the door frame. "So what did you need help with exactly? This looks fine"

"We needed a fourth contestant to make a poll on instagram, you know, see who's gingerbread house looks the best and all" he grinned "come on, it'll be fun"

You scratch the back of your neck awkwardly, realising Ellie already shut the door and sat beside Dina. "Okay okay" you reluctantly sit beside Jesse, crossing your legs and scanning the ingredients. "Shit, where'd you get all this?"

"My mom got it for us, she wanted us to keep the Christmas tradition while I'm away" Dina admitted. Her tone was calm and neutral, maybe that secret amnesty you thought she felt towards you was just overthinking. You nod slightly, a loud silence growing in the dorm. Only the music from Jesse's phone brang a sense of ease to the group of you.

"Let's get started, I'm starving" Ellie groans. "I like the outfit, by the way" she nods in acknowledgement in your direction.

What was supposed to be a subtle smile unfortunately turned into a wide grin, you quickly mask it with a light chuckle. "Thanks" you meet her gaze, it felt more genuine and nostalgic since the last time your eyes locked..months ago. You knew better than that, though.

The day was filled with laughter and 'remember when' stories. You and Ellie spoke frequently within the group, yet direct interactions between the two of you were strictly Ellie asking for you to pass the icing...and also a significant number of exchanged glances, and catching each other looking longingly at the other.

"..kay, mines done" Jesse announced, his country accent slipping slightly. "When are you losers gonna finish?"

You suppress a laugh, avoiding eyecontact with him. The house looked like a five year old made it. The icing was dripping on the sides, the windows were crumbling off, and the roof was asymmetrical. "Is that it?" Your voice trembles. He looks up at you with a confused expression, gesturing his hands at it. He picks it up, as if to pretend he's going to drop it on purpose.

"N-no it's nice..oh..it's so nice" your voice shook with hidden laughs. You look at Dina, who's covering her mouth with her hand, giving you a thousand yard stare. Ellie bursts out into laughter. "Isn't your dad an architect?" You ask, trying to distract yourself.

"What about it?" He frowned, also seemingly holding back a smile. He placed the gingerbread house down on the floor again, the sweet roof collapsed inwards as he did. "..yeah okay."

"It's fantastic, babe" Dina mumbled, tears swelling in her eyes from laughter. "..so beautiful I could cry.." a muffled chuckle escapes from her lips.

"Oh okay I see how it is" Jesse rolls his eyes, taking a piece of the roof and shoving it into his mouth. It made his mouth look rectangular which only brought another round of giggles.

December 18th

Red Solo cups were scattered across the wooden crates and sands. The flickering of strobe lights painted the trees and fences of the backyard with splashes of color. You lost Jesse in the large groups of people and chose to make the most of it. You were drunk, you didn't know anyone, nor did you have to, just make the most of it.

Strangers you danced with flashed into fragments of a familiar girl's face, the fast rhythm of the bass guiding your heart to race along with it. The ginger girl you laughed with as you jumped to the music momentarily twitched into an image of a short-haired auburn, before morphing back into her usual state. The rays of lights illuminated a plaid pattern on her jacket, imitating a recognizable flannel.

"Cannon ball!" A guy, pretty sure his name was Tyler, jumped into the freezing pool. A group of students around you cheered and pushed past you, causing you to accidentally tug along with them before finding your balance. Dropping cans and sliding their shoves off, they sprinted into the water, are they stupid? You slowly made your way to sit on a nearby decorative rock, and watched them in their pre-hypothermic states.

Your gaze shifted to the group of girls singing along to a Shakira song by the campfire. They swayed their hips and lifted their green bottles of booze, followed by a loud cheer for a girl taking chugs from her drink. She then threw the bottle to the side and squealed, good for her.

A cold sensation splashed against your face. You looked up, alarmed, only to see some jock shaking his wet hair like a dog, that was completely unnecessary. Although, it had minimally sobered you up, you stood up and instinctively reached to adjust your locket, it was a habit of yours to awkwardly play with your necklace.

...Where was your necklace? That familiar weight of your golden locket was missing. Your fingers fumbled at the fabric of your jacket, to your hair, to your shoes. It had felt like time slowed down, just for a split second. Your gaze flickered around the rock you were sitting on. The locket was something precious to you. You couldn't lose it, not like this.

You heart raced as panic set in. You had to find Jesse. You frantically pushed through the crowd, trying to stay calm, you were always a collected person but this was unknown. You didn't know where to begin looking, he could be anywhere, the lake was packed. People blended together like blurry smears, faces lost in your clouded vision of alcohol.

"Woah there, you okay?" Your breath hitched, looking up at the familiar voice. It was Ellie. This was a bad time. You were too panicked to let her see you like this. Her and that dark green winter coat. You weren't ready to talk to her.

"Have you seen Jesse anywhere?" You said, just loud enough for Ellie to understand your words above the booming sounds from the speakers. "Is he still here?"

"What wrong?" She asked softly. She gently placed her subtly calloused hands on your forearms to stop you from anxiously fidgeting. You averted your gaze to Dina, who was sipping juice from a silly straw.

"Nothing- I just need to find him, okay?" You hissed. Flickering your gaze back to her, a pleading glimmer in your eyes.

She nodded at Dina before guiding you inside the building. The music was muffled, or at least less painful to listen to. She occasionally looked back at you to ensure you were still following her in the busy hallway.

Jesse was sat on the sofa, laughing with a group of unfamiliar faces. As soon as he noticed the two of you, he stood up and approached you. "You alright?"

"No you are all left" a guy from behind you chuckled, placing hands on yours and Ellies shoulders and peeking between your heads.

"Dude, get outta here" Jesse sighed, pushing him away by his forehead. "You okay?"

"This is really inconvenient, I know, but I-I lost my locket and I can't find it, can you help me? Please?" You bit your bottom lip anxiously, awaiting a response.

"Okay..take a deep breath" he inhaled deeply, gesturing you to mirror him "..and out..is this the locket you always wear? The little gold heart, right?" He smiled reassuringly. You nodded quickly.

"Listen, it's nice n chill in here, look, you can stay right here until I'm back, and I promise we'll find it. You don't leave until I come back because we both know how that's gonna end. If you feel sick, just go to the sink, it's right behind you, alright?" He patted your back. Your gaze followed him until he reached a pair of girls, fuck drunk vision.

It felt like ages had passed, your dizziness had thankfully faded, but the pit in your stomach suggested you weren't going to find that locket. Ellie and Dina walked past you, giving small sympathetic smiles as they went down the hallway and to the front porch. Ellie's clothes were drenched and a scent of chlorine followed behind her.

You closed your eyes for a moment, fiddling with the hem of your top, praying that Jesse would return soon. Your locket dangled in front of your dazed expression. You looked up at the raven-haired male. "Thank you so much." You stood up and hugged him tightly. You pulled away and took hold of the locket, clipping it back around your neck. The locket was cold, and droplets of water trickled along your collarbone from the chain.

"Come on, let's get you back" Jesse mumbled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to support your swaying legs. He guided you to his jeep.

December 19th

You extended your legs as far as you could in the comfort of your warm, morning mattress. Memories from last night flashing through your mind, remembering how pretty Ellie looked. The freezing feeling of the locket around you. The slight shivering of Ellie's lips when she smiled at you last night. Dots slowly connected in your exhausted brain and a sudden realisation hit you like a brick.

Ellie was the one that found your locket. The moment you saw Jesse speak to two girls, was the imaginary picture comparison of the colours they were wearing. Although you couldn't depict their faces, one was wearing all black, and the other was wearing dark green and dark blue; this matched Dina and Ellie' outfits from your previous interaction.

Ellie's hair and jeans were drenched from what you could remember when she was leaving. Her coat was dry, she must have taken it off, implying she looked in the pool. Plus, the necklace was wet when Jesse gave it back to you. Stop it, you're spiralling and overthinking it. You could only ask Ellie to find out the truth.

So there you were, standing in front of room 51, with a warm smile and handful of questions, knowing your signature pattern. Why were you doing this? You and Ellie were over. She stopped caring in the end. It was too late to turn back when the door had creaked open, revealing a pale Ellie with a weighted blanket draped over her shoulders.

"...this looks like a bad time. I can come back la-" you reassured awkwardly, stammering over your words as your gaze struggled to hold hers. She just stood there, intently watching you.

"Shut up, it's fine, come in" she cut you off. She opened the door wider, exposing the messy dormitory, and softly lit salt lamp which brightened the dark room. "Make yourself comfortable"

How was she being so casual right now? Was it casual? Were the feelings one-sided now? Stop analysing, just talk. "..hey..so..I figured maybe.. we could talk?...if I knew you were sick, I wouldn'tve bothered you"

"What do you wanna talk about?" She dropped onto the bed, resting her head against the bedframe to face you. "This isn't about the gingerbread house dm right? Because that was Dina, she took my phone when I was in the bathroom"

"I didn't see it..I came to ask about.. everything that happened..before.. and stuff " you pursed your lips to the side, twisting the golden chain which rested on your neck.

"..right right.." she nodded "I've been meaning to reach out and all, I was gonna talk to you last night" she scratched her lip "then I saw you super panicked and drunk so I..didn't"

"And between the 3 months of not talking either?" You raised an eyebrow, provoking her to continue.

"Listen, ever since we got together, you were so kind..and funny and cool. It made me so..afraid of losing that. It was selfish, I know. I just didn't want you to go, not like everyone else in my life, not you" she admitted "..that day..when we argued, like- for real argued- I hated every second of it. I hated facing the consequences of my own actions. I still hate that I was stupid enough to leave you like that"

Your eyes were wide in surprise. "...and you didn't think to try and tell me?" You were being reasonably confused, communication is key to a relationship.

"I felt too guilty, I didn't want to make you feel obliged to stay with me out of pity" her hand trembled subtly as it lay on her lap. She leaned her head on your shoulder.

"It still made me feel guilty" you murmur, resting your head on hers.

"I know, and I'm so sorry for that. Uhh...I- I'll do whatever you ask me to, just to prove my remorse. I'll post something really embarrassing if you really want me to." She muttered, lifting her head from your shoulder to look at you. "I'd do anything"

"..are you sick?" You asked, scanning her face. You noticed the darker circles under her eyes, and the box of painkillers on her bedside table. "Did you go in the pool, you idiot?"

"Hey-hey now- I was actually in the pool for you, idiot" she mocked your insult. "Your locket was at the bottom for whatever reason...so..yeah"

"What did you get fucking hypothermia looking for my stupid necklace? Are you serious?" Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but the smile on your face couldn't be restrained. "You're kidding"

"Does the medicine receipt on my desk look like a joke to you?" She grinned "it was no big deal, it was whatever"

"Not to me it wasn't. You found my locket. How'd you even know it would be there?" You let out a half-laugh.

"Guessed" she shrugged with a stoic tone, but the glimmer in her eyes said otherwise. "Well I guess I kinda saw it glowing under the lights in the pool. This is gonna sound corny as hell, but that locket kinda made me realise how much I needed to fix...so I I'll say it again, I'm really sorry."

"I forgive you, I do, just please promise that if you ever have a problem like that again, you talk to me. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose that." You stutter "you have a lot to make up for, you know" you smile softly.

"Can I start my redemption now?" Her smirk deepens, those green eyes meeting yours again. "Just a small head start?" You let out a deep breath and nod, eyes flickering down to her lips before returning to her eyes.

You adjusted slightly to face her. She leaned closer. Her lips brushed against yours, ghosting a soft kiss. She pulled away slightly, your stupid smiles mirroring each other's. "Chat is this rizz?" You mumbled shyly, a pink hue tinting your cheeks.

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie willams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou2 #ellie williams fluff #tlou

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sunsetkerr · 1 year ago

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Y/N L/N BREAKS DOWN 'CORNELIA STREET' | s.kerr

summary: you breakdown the story behind and the lyrics of your song 'cornelia street'. [1k words]

pairing: singer!reader x sam kerr

notes: classic genius video

[STUDIO; PALE PINK BACKGROUND, Y/N SITTING]

Y/N L/N: Hi, I'm Y/N L/N and today I'm breaking down my new single 'Cornelia Street'.

'CORNELIA STREET: THE BREAKDOWN'

[CORNELIA STREET INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS IN THE BACKGROUND]

[STUDIO; PALE PINK BACKGROUND. Y/N SITTING, A SMILE ON HER FACE]

Y/N L/N: I wrote this song about my girlfriend, Sam and how we kinda came to be? I guess? It's about realising how much a newer love means to you and how much it could ruin you.

[INSTRUMENTAL PAUSES]

Y/N L/N: Well.. that was a little dramatic, wasn't it?

'WE WERE IN THE BACKSEAT DRUNK ON SOMETHING STRONGER THAN THE DRINKS IN THE BAR // "I RENT A PLACE ON CORNELIA STREET" I SAY CASUALLY IN THE CAR'

[STUDIO; PALE PINK BACKGROUND. Y/N SITTING, A SMILE ON HER FACE]

Y/N L/N: These lyrics reference one of the first times that I ever met Sam. She was in London and playing for Chelsea, I was there co-writing with another artist at the time and we were introduced by some mutual friends. We ended up in an Uber together after a night out and she asked what I was doing in the UK, and I told her about a little apartment that I rented at the time.

[CUTS TO A CLOSER SHOT OF Y/N'S FACE]

Y/N L/N: She soon became very very well acquainted with that apartment.

'WE WERE A FRESH PAGE ON THE DESK FILLING IN THE BLANKS AS WE GO // AS IF THE STREET LIGHTS POINTED IN AN ARROWHEAD LEADING US HOME'

Y/N L/N: Sam and I weren't really sure what we were doing at the time, if it was official or not, we were making it up as we went really. She's got a super busy schedule, her workload is very demanding. That was something we both came to terms with very quickly in our little 'will they, won't they' situation.

[CUTS TO Y/N HOLDING UP A POLAROID OF SAM POINTING TO THE 'CORNELIA ST' STREET SIGN]

Y/N L/N: I think we were really lucky that my schedule wasn't super hectic at that point in time, because I'm not sure how we would've managed it (CHUCKLES). Now we've been together for nearly two years, we've worked out a system.

'AND I HOPE I NEVER LOSE YOU, HOPE IT NEVER ENDS, I'D NEVER WALK CORNELIA STREET AGAIN // THAT'S THE KIND OF HEARTBREAK TIME COULD NEVER MEND, I'D NEVER WALK CORNELIA STREET AGAIN'

Y/N: This part is my favourite.

[CLIPS OF SAM FILMED ON A SUPER-8 FILM CAMERA, Y/N IS FILMING. SAM IS LAYING ON THE COUCH LOOKING OVER TO Y/N, SHE WAVES SHYLY FROM HER SPOT UNDERNEATH A GREY THROW BLANKET]

Y/N L/N: It's pretty self-explanatory to be completely honest. I don't plan on losing her anytime soon.

[B-ROLL FOOTAGE; SAM SITTING ON A CHAIR BEHIND THE CAMERA, WATCHING Y/N SPEAK. A BIG SMILE ON HER FACE]

'AND BABY, I GET MYSTIFIED BY HOW THIS CITY SCREAMS YOUR NAME // AND BABY, I'M SO TERRIFIED OF IF YOU EVER WALK AWAY'

Y/N L/N: I had never watched football before Sam... like, ever. I wasn't a fan, I had no interest in it. So when we started dating she took me to my first ever game and I watched her play again Man City. The crowd just loved her (Y/N SHAKES HER HEAD IN DISBELIEF). I never realised how much Sam could hold thousands of people in the palm of her hand. They adore her.

[CLIPS OF Y/N ON THE BIG SCREEN AT A CHELSEA GAME, PANS TO SAM ON THE PITCH, SMILING UP AT THE FOOTAGE]

Y/N L/N: It was funny because.. we had just gotten back from flying from.. somewhere? who knows. but Sam had gotten in the morning of the game and the crowd did this chant. It was 'even with jet lag, she's better than you' (LAUGHS).

[CLIP OF THE CROWD CHANTING 'EVEN WITH JET LAG SHE'S BETTER THAN YOU'. SAM TURNING AROUND TO LOOK AT THE CROWD SHYLY]

Y/N L/N: I mean it's true (SHRUGS). I was so taken aback by how much they all just loved her, but now whenever I sit in the crowd section, I make sure we chant it... it's my favourite.

'BACK WHEN WE WERE CARD SHARKS, PLAYING GAMES, I THOUGHT YOU WERE LEADING ME ON // I PACKED MY BAGS, LEFT CORNELIA STREET BEFORE YOU EVEN KNEW I WAS GONE'

Y/N L/N: There was a moment before Sam and I officially got together that I almost.. ran away? kinda.

SAM (OFFSCREEN): Kinda?!

Y/N L/N: (LAUGHS ALONG WITH THE CREW) I did, I completely did. I for some reason just got really nervous that she wasn't as serious about it. I had lots of conflicting feelings at the time, but Sam was very quick to get me back on track and make me realise what the important things were.

'BUT THEN YOU CALLED, SHOWED YOUR HAND, I TURNED AROUND BEFORE I HIT THE TUNNEL // SAT ON THE ROOF, YOU AND I'

Y/N L/N: She fixed it all, as she does. Sam is very good at that.

[CLIP OF Y/N AND SAM KISSING OVER THE BARRIER OF CHELSEA'S HOME GROUND]

Y/N L/N: She fixes everything.

'YOU HOLD MY HAND ON THE STREET, WALK ME BACK TO THAT APARTMENT. YEARS AGO, WE WERE JUST INSIDE // BAREFOOT IN THE KITCHEN, SACRED NEW BEGINNINGS THAT BECAME MY RELIGION, LISTEN'

Y/N L/N: I don't stay at Cornelia Street anymore, Sam and I live together now when we're both in London. We went back before I wrote this song and it was so surreal to realise that someone else was now in that apartment.

[PHOTOS OF Y/N AND SAM FADE ONTO THE SCREEN, ALL FROM INSIDE THE CORNELIA STREET APARTMENT]

Y/N L/N: We spent so much time in that apartment it was like our first home together. Really it was just a place for us to spend our down time. I love that apartment and I try to go back every time I'm in London... which is a lot. So, thanks to Cornelia Street for having me and thank you to Sam for having me.

[CUTS TO A CLOSE UP OF Y/N]

Y/N L/N: I'm very lucky.

#one shots . * • .#sam kerr x reader #sam kerr imagine #sam kerr one shot #woso imagine #woso one shot #woso x reader

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richonnesbitch · 8 months ago

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Here's chapter 2 of my bridge wedding fanfic! I wrote this like two months ago and then got distracted with personal stuff so I haven't finished chapter 3 yet. I hope you all like this one! I'll upload chapter 3 as soon as I'm able :)

"Thank you all for meeting me here today. As you all know, the bridge is nearly finished. We discussed this before but I don't believe we went into detail. There was some talk of a party to celebrate. Would everyone still be up for that?"

"Rick, that's a great plan. Kingdom will most certainly do their part to help.", Ezekiel responded. Carol smiled and nodded in agreement.

Rick looked to Jesus. "Sure, Rick. That'll be good for all of us."

"Oh, great. I'm glad to hear that. Michonne and I.... we're gonna get married on the bridge. I was hoping maybe it could be not only a celebration for the bridge but a reception, too."

The room lit up as he dropped the news.

"Congratulations, Rick Grimes!" Ezekiel extended his hand out to Rick, shaking it firmly.

"Congratulations, Rick.", Carol replied genuinely. She flashbacked to their recent conversations where Rick seemed more than interested in her and Ezekiel engagement.

"Congrats, Rick." Jesus grabbed his shoulder and gave it an affirming squeeze. "We can definitely do that."

"Definitely.", Ezekiel concurred. Carol nodded.

"Thank you all. I really appreciate this. Alexandria will handle food and decorations. But I was wondering... Ezekiel, Carol... would Kingdom mind handling desserts."

Carol stared at him. "What kind of desserts did you have in mind?"

"Well, a cake for me and Michonne. Red velvet with cream cheese frosting is her favorite. That ones a must. For the rest it doesn't really matter as much... maybe some brownies, cookies, maybe some pies, cinnamon rolls.... you know, that kinda stuff. Jesus, maybe Hilltop can bring some wine or booze for the adults to enjoy. People may get a little inebriated, but we'll make sure to have plenty of people on guard who aren't drinking. Alexandria will bring the main food."

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"Baby, I'm home!", Rick hollered out for Michonne. No response. "Michonne?! I'm home. Michonne?!"

He could hear a muffled yell coming from upstairs. As he walked up, he realized it was coming from the bathroom. He opened to door to find Michonne undressing as the bath water ran.

In her black bra and panties, she approached Rick to greet him with a soft kiss. "Hi. How did it go?"

Rick unhooked her bra, tossing it to the side somewhere. "It went great. Everybody's on the same page."

"Good." She removed her panties and began to unbutton Rick's shirt. He kicked off his boots as she undid his pants and blue boxers. "You and your boxers."

"What's wrong with my boxers?", he joked back.

She giggled. "Nothing. Nothing."

A smirk grew on his face. "Something apparently..."

"Nothing. It's just you only ever wear one color."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Nothing! I think it's cute you're so set in your ways." Michonne placed another kiss on his lips before leading him to the tub. He got in first so she could lean back against his chest.

This bathtub was extremely small. Probably too small for the two of them. They didn't care.

"Anyway. I think things are coming along nicely."

"Yeah?", Michonne turned off the water. "How's it all gonna work?"

"Well we can start things at 6. The bridge opening first. There's a banner being made for us in charge to cut. Hilltop has a Polaroid camera we can use to capture the moment. I'll figure out someone to take pictures. Then's our wedding. Gabriel will say some things, we do our vows- oh speaking of vows. I don't wanna brag buuuuut...." He dramatically blew air out of his mouth. "It's gonna blow you away. You've got some competition. I know you use to take creative writing in college and all but... what I got. It's poetry."

"You finished your vows already?"

"No but I got a good start. In between breaks at the bridge I would write. What about you?"

"I haven't started mine yet."

"You what?", he sounded slightly offended.

"Well I kind of have an idea... of what I want it to be. It's just all in my head right now, you know?", she attempted to comfort him.

He paused for a moment. "Well... anyway. After the wedding we do the party. I thought we'd do homemade pizzas for food. Everybody likes pizza right?"

"I sure do."

"Okay, pizzas it is then. We can do five different flavors, give the people a little variety to choose from. Hilltop is bringing liquor. I'll have plenty of people on guard, don't worry about that. Kingdom is bringing desserts. We'll have a feast. We'll have music. Everybody is gonna have a good time."

Michonne chuckled, reaching back with one hand to cup Rick's face. "I love you so much."

"I love you so much."

"You know... you don't have to throw a big wedding to prove that. I'd be okay with just you, me, Judith, and Gabriel on that bridge."

"You don't want a big wedding?"

"No, I'm not saying that." She scooted around to fully face him. "I just mean... a destination wedding at the end of the world is something I never could have imagined. I feel lucky enough just getting to marry you."

Rick smiled. "No, if anyone's lucky it's me. I'll never understand how I got so lucky."

She looked at him amusededly and grabbed their soap, lathering him down generously. "Wait, what the hell are we suppose to wear?"

"Oh I got that covered, too. I spoke around to some of the woman and they're all gonna get together with their best dresses for you to choose from. Tomorrow at noon in the church."

"Woooow. Look at you.", she teased. "You really know what you're doing."

He laughed. "I'm just working with what I got."

"What about you, what will you wear? Got some sort of secret suit?"

Rick laughed again. "No. I've got a nice light blue button down. And some slacks. The theme is light blue."

"There's a theme?!"

"Well yeah. There's gotta be a theme."

Michonne grinned.

Rick took notice. "What is it? What's that smile?"

"I'm just... happy."

Rick's heart began to swell. That's all he ever wanted for her, to be happy and safe. It was all coming true for him. "Come here." He pulled her in for what was suppose to be a peck on the lips. Before he could stop himself he had her out of the tub and in his arms heading straight for the bed.

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"Rick, can I speak to you for a minute?"

Rick let out a sigh. He was much too busy lighting the obscene amount of candles all over the place. "Yeah... Eugene. What do you need?"

"It's about the music."

Rick paused to give Eugene a death stare. "I thought you told me you could handle it." He didn't mean to be short with him, but they had a very limited time frame and he was stressing to get things done on time.

"I can. I am. I will. But... I need to know what it is that you want to be played. I am not not a mind reader."

"Eugene, I don't know... just play easy-to-listen to stuff. Ask Rosita or someone."

"Are you doing a first dance?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Well don't you at least want to pick your first dance song?"

Rick set the lighter down. "Yeah."

"Follow me."

He followed as Eugene led him to the large table a few feet away from the bridge with a cd player and speakers on it. "So I took the liberty of finding a few albums for you to choose from."

"Okay"

"We've got the soundtrack album to Grease, a Kelly Clarkson album called All I Ever Wanted, one called Best of the Beach Boys, another call-"

"Eugene, I have to get back to decorating. Let me see." He grabbed the Grease CD off the table, turning it over to see the track list. A slight smile grew onto his face. "Number 3. That's our first dance." He handed the album to Eugene, quickly walking back to the bridge.

"Rick, it's time!" Rosita yelled out to him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Already?!" He looked at his watch. There was never enough time these days. "Shit." He knew he was probably sweating through his shirt at this point. Whether it was from the heat or from anxiety, he couldn't be sure.

#michonne grimes #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #twd #the ones who live #towl

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snek-panini · 1 year ago

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It is Monday, and that means books! This is the series Summer of 1969 Road Trip by Princip1914. It's a fantastic story, absolutely full of longing and mid-century Americana vibes, and by far the shortest thing I've ever bound at just over 6k words over 48 pages. It's tiny. I was stumped on how to do the cover for a bit until I realized that a quarto-sized sheet of regular printer paper is about the same size as a polaroid photo, with a nice plain border to write the title in, and it fit the feel of the story so well I had to do it. It's one of the most complicated covers I've ever done. There's a layer of thin chipboard with a square hole cut it in, with this thick white paper wrapped around it, and there's a thicker board with this era-appropriate photo glued to the front of it, and then you line up the hole with the photo, sandwich them together and glue the outer edge of the white paper down around all the layers. Then I attached it to the text block and did the HTV for the title text. So many layers. But so very worth it, it's exactly what I wanted.

More pics under the cut! This one's super cute but it was challenging.

The endpapers are scrapbook paper printed with maps of the US. I saw them and knew they'd be perfect and I was right. There were come complications, though--that black border was not in the original plans. A couple of weeks ago I posted about making a case too big and then casing in the text block too far forward so it didn't open correctly. That was this book. I had to carefully peel up the endpapers from the case (only the back one came up; the front one had to be cut out and replaced entirely), then re-glue it further back. But the peeling process left some residue on the white cover paper, so I added some black cardstock to cover that before I tried casing in again. The case has a little bit of skew that wouldn't have been obvious if not for this mishap, but the black layer makes it really stand out, especially in the front. My other option would have been remaking the case entirely, but this was the second to last step and I decided to just live with it. It's handmade, and it's going to have imperfections. I think it's cute.

Top view. Very skinny. So skinny I was worried I wouldn't be able to do endbands and a bookmark like I usually do. I really like having those features, they make the book feel finished and professional, so I was glad they worked out. Was challenging to cut the endbands that small, though. I kept worrying I'd drop one and never see it again.

Interior images. I had fun playing with fonts on this one. I wanted the story titles to be fully in the fancy font but they looked really weird that way. The stories in this series are short but have very long titles, and since it's a quarto size book I scaled the fonts all down a little from what I use on the folio books. The fancy font was just too busy and crowded for the whole title at this size. This was my solution and I actually really like it, it looks so nice.

As cute as the results are, and as much as I love them and this story, I'm not sure I'll do another this length with this kind of flat-backed binding. It really was a challenge getting all the measurements right. I may learn another style for doing short fics in the future. Nonetheless, rarely has a book come out looking so close to what I pictured when I first start planning it, and I'm super proud of that complicated cover even though it was a bastard to put together.

That's it! I hope you like it, @princip1914!

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #fic rec #technically i did do another book with the same page count once #but it was folio not quarto and it was my first book ever #so it didn't have a lot of things that every book of mine gets now

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foxes-that-run · 1 year ago

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New Years Day

This song is bittersweet, placed at end to the album because NYE/NYD is an end and a beginning. Like Clean, this song is about moving on, but now with someone who stays. It was a surprise song when 1989 TV was announced. The subject and timing indicates it may have been cut from 1989. Also note the light up Anchor - like Harry's tattoo covering 'I can't change' in the World Premier video.

When Taylor performed it at the 2 June 2018 AT&T Secret Session in Chicago she introduced it by talking about Reputation being a 'bait and switch' that the album is about finding real love in the noise and learning who your friends are. Taylor Nation has a version of this with part of the intro by cuts Taylor off half way through a sentence at 24:38! They removed the part about a 3am icy swim (1:23)

"So... I found myself, um.. like 2 New Years Eve's ago I found myself in the midst of a very like incredible 3am moment where you think you are invincible and you end up like jumping in a pool in the winter and you feel super untouchable in that moment and the next morning you feel very fragile. And you're like this is love, this is what love really is. Like we all wanna find someone to kiss at midnight, that's cool or whatever But who is gonna want to hang out with me the next day? When you are like Advil or nothing! So this is a song about finding real love and finding someone to hang out with on New Year's Day."

WHY did Taylor Nation cut that? Is it because she sounds high? Because Joe was not there??? Inquiring minds need to know. The rest of their video is complete apart from a 8 second intro.

youtube

In her 1989 Grammy Museum talk Taylor talked about making 1989 sonically cohesive after Red didn't win AOTY on 26 January 2014. (6 mins) In other words, a song like New Years Day would have been cut to get AOTY. Harry and Taylors NYE kiss is well known and also in Question...?

Lyrics

There's glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me from the night before, but

The first verse sets the scene of a morning after a party. On NYE 2013 they stayed in the Greenwich Hotel which does have hardwood floors in the suites and a lobby in which girls can carry shoes in. (I have always wondered about that combo!) Polaroids are a key theme of 1989.

(Chorus) Don't read the last page But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

"Don't read the last page" is asking her muse to not close the book on them, to stick the relationship out through the hard and unfun times. There is a similar, or almost responding lyric in Death by a Thousand Cuts: "You said it was a great love / One for the ages / But if the story's over / Why am I still writing pages?" (Avoiding spoilers there’s also chapter references in a 1989 vault track)

Taylor is saying she will stay when it is hard and unglamorous. 'Stay' is in many HS/TS songs. Most recently in As it was "Seems you cannot be replaced / And I'm the one who will stay".

In the last lines of the chorus Taylor says she wants her muses midnights, meaning fun times, but that she will also be there to clean up the figurative and literal messes.

You squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi I can tell that it's gonna be a long road I'll be there if you're the toast of the town, babe Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The first line of this verse gives us a glimpse of what happened after that Times Square kiss, Harry squeezing her hand to reassure her, them both knowing it was going to be hard. This video captures them as kids, people were yelling their names and police to get to the car. This line explores both 1 night and what was part of the downfall of the relationship.

The second half of the verse is Taylor reiterating that she will stay, if he is the toast of the town or strikes out, meaning regardless of fame. In Sweet Creature, (Released 6 months before Reputation) Harry has a similar message "When I run out of road, you bring me home"

[Bridge] Please don't ever become a stranger Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

In the Bridge Taylor entertains that they may not stay. “whose laugh I could recognise anywhere" is so beautiful, perfectly capturing holding someone so dear fearing them becoming distant.

[Verse 3] There’s glitter on the floor after the party Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor You and me forevermore

After the bridge the first verse is repeated with 'you and me forevermore' instead of 'from the night before'. Making a vow to hold onto the relationship forever.

[Chorus] Don't read the last page But I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes I want your midnights But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

Lost/scared/"you're" turning away becomes hard/wrong/"we're" making mistakes. This shows maturity. Rather than turning inward or away in a hard time they are supporting each other and accepting their mistakes.

In the context of the end of the Reputation album about drama and feeling alone Taylor is matured, looking ahead to a partnership.

[Post-Chorus] Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you And I will hold on to you

In the closing Taylor is imploring her muse to hold on, remember the good in them despite hard times and promising to hold on too.

New Years Day has Taymojis

#haylor #reputation #new years day #Youtube #song analysis #Lyric analysis #taylor swift #reputation taylor’s version #New Years Day Taylor's Version

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bearclubbooks · 2 years ago

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no more empty self-possession by @thesoulundone

this is another fic i knew i had to bind as soon as i read it (even though it wasn't even finished yet!) unfortunately the desire to hold this in book form didn't translate to a design idea and i spent weeks trying to think of the perfect way to present the text. i didn't realize how much i rely on old-fashioned typesetting norms, which don't exactly work for a super modern office au.

but luckily! the amazing @shrugsinchinese let me use their drawing of izzy's polaroid on the title page - it really brought everything together and helped me find the vision for the design haha so extra extra thanks to them

from a technical standpoint this book turned out Perfectly - i ordered premade bookcloth bc my diy version turned out so badly last time, and i got So Much hahaha i'll be binding teal books forever. the endpapers are a peacock design marble paper and ofc the textblock is mohawk superfine. when i make thicker books i use lineco super on the spine and i'm always surprised how strong that makes the book!

the lettering on the cover is silver acrylic paint - i hand cut a vinyl stencil and painted through it. making and painting the stencil may have been my favorite part of this process haha it was like mini screenprinting.

the text is set in my personal classic 10pt adobe caslon with 14pt letter spacing and 1 inch margins. nmesp is a fairly long work compared to my usual bindings, but i still gave it the space as if it was shorter since the larger margins look so much better. it only ended up about an inch thick or so! a perfectly proportioned book imo.

i also had such a good time typesetting all the different communication... slack messages (lato) text messages (helvetica) and emails (calibri). something about typesetting an office au while i'm working at my own office job makes me feel so seen hahaha

and of course there's a playlist to go along with the fic!!! my favorite thing to incorporate into a book design. this time i went with izzy's business card.

anyway thank you @thesoulundone for writing such a cute and funny and sweet and insightful story and thank you for letting me turn it into this project !! i had so much fun with it

#bookbinding #fanbinding #ofmd #thesoulundone #nmesp

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bitchfitch · 2 years ago

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some more Conrí concepting. I've decided he has strong, mostly negative, opinions about the state of 21st century human fasion but also likes stealing Gwyn's tshirts and there's not a lot Gwyn can really do about it. They never fit when they're returned :/

Beyond that I've also decided his kids are not actually his. The eldest is Ceri, Unsure how he got her. She might have just followed him home demanding to become a page and no one could find her actual parents so the man just had to go 'welp. Guess I'm a dad now.' She knows she's adopted ofcourse but he gets very Very huffy if anyone says anything about it which leads to the joke that he doesn't know she's adopted, which he leans into because it is kinda funny and he can take a joke.

What he can also take is charge of his sibling's pair of infants when they passed suddenly. Ceri is old enough to watch them while he's at work and like hell is he losing more family. Their names are Kerensa and Lieber.

The entire time he's stuck in normal land he's just missing his kids and is only holding on bc of the tiniest off chance he might eventually get to go back home too them. A polaroid camera is the first piece of human tech he has any interest in because it Feels the most right to him, and seeing the characters in the movie he's watching with Gwyn take pictures of their loved ones and just Have them with them in this pseudo physical form. Either in folded up whole pictures in a wallet or cut up in a locket just makes him deeply homesick and wish he could have had something like that. The only fear that even comes close to the one that his children might be long dead when he gets home is that they might have had to grow up without him and when he does get home they aren't going to look like he remembers them looking anymore.

Gwyn brings home a polaroid camera and some film cartridges the next day. Gwyn is the first thing Conrí takes a photo of intentionally. it took him a bit to figure out how it worked since he wouldn't read the instructions or let Gwyn help.

#hi people who followed me recently because of stained glass. Unfortunately most of this blog is actually oc rambles.#good luck.

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1015luv · 3 years ago

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── dating enhypen

a/n: my first post for the group, more under the cut :) basically how I think dating enhypen would be, enjoy this while I go fight the allergies that seem to spring up during this time for me.

warnings || none

heeseung

i think it would include lots of hoodie stealing (the author is a hoodie heeseung stan), anything that reminds (y/n) of him while he's not with them. despite his teasing pouts and comments about just buying the same one, he really does like how they look whenever they wear it. sometimes he'll even leave one in their closet whenever he comes over, and snap a few photos of them whenever they do wear his clothes for his wallpaper. video games! this might be self-indulgent but I can totally see the two of them competing and bonding over them. mario kart? street fighter? arcade dates are always fun, especially when they beat him in the piano tiles game. he says he always let (y/n) win, so (y/n) kisses him till he's no longer frowning. "what a sore loser" "i'm your sore loser" he quickly replied with a wink, laughing when (y/n) pushed him away out of embarrassment.

jay

remembers the little things; like their fast food order, their favourite characters and their favourite movies. he remembers the one time the two went window shopping, how (y/n) stared at a shirt a little longer than normal so he appeared one day at their door with the sweater in a gift bag and the sweetest smile on his features. he also remembers the places (y/n) liked to visit. like whenever they felt stressed, they ended up at the cafe in town. this one in particular had bookshelves lined with varies reading materials. jay knew that finals were coming up and (y/n) wasn't answering their phone, so he decided to poke his head in the cafe. once finding (y/n) in one of their reading nooks with their 3rd iced drink nearby, he took a seat next to them without a word. he leaned their head on his shoulder, resting his hand on their thigh and just peacefully enjoying the cafe music playlist. he knew words weren't needed, but when he felt them snuggle closer, he felt a small smile tug onto his lips.

jake

loves physical touch way too much. he always has a hand on (y/n), especially when they're outside, enjoys resting his hand on their waist and makes up excuses like 'oh I don't wanna lose you in the crowd' not that (y/n)'s minds. he has his clingy moments, especially when they haven't seen one another in a while. he enjoys last minutes dates, impromptu picnic in his backyard at 11pm at night? how about last minute tickets to a sports game that starts in 2 hours. the dates always end with a smile on the two of their faces, reflected in the polaroid photos decorating (y/n)'s bedroom. childish and loves to tease and pulls silly pranks, which usually ends with affection or food to make amends. also likes opening the door for them or pushing back their hair behind their ear, leaving a kiss on their foreheads as he pulls away with a shy smile.

sunghoon

dates at home were always the best, especially when they ended with cuddles or just being in each others arms. his favourite moments including when he rested his chin on their shoulder, peek over to see the page they were reading in their favourite book before busying himself with peppering their neck with soft kisses. "sunghoon you're being a bit distracting, I thought you said you wouldn't so I can read in peace" (y/n) commented while flipping to the next page. sunghoon pouted, his grip on their waist tightening. "couldn't help it, especially when the characters are making out and you're not doing that with me" he complained, (y/n) rolling their eyes before putting the book down and turning to give the pouty sunghoon the attention he wanted.

sunoo

playing rock paper scissors to see if it was a movie or kdrama night and who would be calling the take out place. the nice lady at the restaurant always enjoyed the bickering she heard on the phone between the two of you choosing which sauce to get with your food. sleeping in on your days off, just enjoying each others presence as the city around you get ready for the day. sometimes he likes listening as you mumble stories and questions he wouldn't know the answer to, enjoying the wonder and excitement in your eyes whenever you talk about things you're passionate about. "are you even listening to me sunoo?" "yes I totally believe that waffles are better than pancakes" was that what you were talking about for the last ten minutes? probably not, but waffles were pretty good.

jungwon

lots of cliché movie dates, your favourites are carnival ones. the sweet cotton candy, cute headbands he begrudgingly wears and losing your voices by screaming on the thrilling rides. pulling him towards the haunted houses and house of mirrors, you always end up clutching his hand a bit more than normal. he always smiles at this, kissing your cheeks after each one as a reward for not running off ahead of him. the night always end with cotton candy in your other hand, phone filled with photos and memories of the day. also the type to tease (y/n) by pinning them to the wall and caging them with his arms by their head like those movies, leaning in close before walking away like nothing happened. truly a menace.

niki

arcades, laser tag, batting cages, anything really that has the two of them outside and with one another. minus the 1v1s during laser tag and the arcade games that niki insists are essential and determine who's the best out of the pair, niki always has the biggest grin whenever he beats (y/n) which ends up with him tackling them and tickling them. (cue the arcade worker glancing over at them before shrugging and going back to the front.) totally winning (y/n) a plushie to see their huge smile, wearing a similar one on his own features as he enjoys their praises for winning. treating (y/n) to ice cream or sweets at the end of the night and just walking around the city with (y/n)'s arm looped around his. i think it would also include shy kisses and laughing after catching each others gazes. he was shy to hold (y/n)'s hand when the two started dating, though he's soften up to them a bit more now.

likes and reblogs are appreciated ♡

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thekentuckyhimbo · 3 years ago

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Masterlist/Requests Open!!

Details below the cut

Who I like to write about:

(Note: I will give anyone a go but these are my faves)

(Note 2: I am familiar with most current major wrestling promotion storylines besides WWE but still know a lot about WWE characters)

AEW

Best Friends (Chuckie T, Trent, OC, Kris, Yuta)

Buddy Matthews

Eddie Kingston

MJF

Ruby Soho

Hook

Danhausen

Blackpool Combat Club

Max Caster

NJPW

Jay White

Bullet Club

Rocky Romero

Impact

MCMG (Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin)

Before you make a request:

1. Be cool.

No abuse or hate speech please. Topics or requests that make me uncomfortable might be ignored.

2. Don't yuck anyone's yum.

No shipping discourse or kinkshaming on my blog. Get as absolutely feral as you want. If you have a serious concern about something I've written, send me a DM.

3. Please be an adult.

Like literally... If my content says it's explicit, NSFW or 18+, please read it only if you're old enough. If you request NSFW material and your bio says you're under 18, I won't be doing that.

Fic Masterlist

Very Nice, Very Evil - William Regal/Danhausen, Hookhausen, Mox/Kingston

Danhausen gives Jon Moxley some advice. Danhausen realises he should take his own advice.

Sharing is Caring - William Regal/Danhausen, Hookhausen, William Regal/Wheeler Yuta

Danhausen is William Regal's pet. But Danhausen wants Hook too.

The Tweet - Max Caster/MJF

Max calls MJF his boyfriend in a tweet. MJF is a princess about it. Smut, 18+

Sunrises and Kiwi Crushes - Jay White/Reader

Ongoing series. Jay White moves in next door to you in your small country town.

Hey Jealousy - Orange Cassidy/Reader

Orange is jealous that someone else is giving you attention. He gets... Possessive. Smut, 18+

Gentle - Jay White/Reader

Jay keeps you tied up in his hotel room while he wrestles. But when he comes back tonight he's so... Gentle. Smut, 18+

Tender - Jay White/Reader

Jay finally lets you into his life. Smut, 18+

Beretta and the Blade - Jay White/Trent Beretta

Jay stares at Trent's tits. Jay is all of us. Smut, 18+

Insatiable - Jay White/OFC

Jay White is in love. Jay is stupid about it.

Sacrifices - Jay White/Alex Shelley

Jay jerks off to his old mentor. Smut, 18+

Shellshocked - Jay White/Alex Shelley

Baby Jay lets daddy take care of him. Smut, 18+

Something Sinister - Jay White/El Phantasmo

El Phantasmo is a brat. Jay fucks him for it.

Young Once - Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy

Orange yearns for Chuck's happiness inside and outside of the ring

Tacks for Snacks - Chuck Taylor/Orange Cassidy

Chuck does a thumb tack spot. Orange has to pull them out. Smut, 18+

Chuckie T Kisses a New Japan Hunk - Chuck Taylor/Kazuchika Okada

Chuck gets to kiss Okada at Forbidden Door

Braids and Bathtubs - Hangman/Matt Jackson

Hangman runs Matt a bath

Softer than I Deserve - Wheeler Yuta/fem!reader (request)

Yuta loses the ROH Pure Championship because he's too busy thinking about you

Polaroid Shots - Hook/Danhausen

Hook likes pictures

Ace Austin Drabble #1

Reader is sick, Ace looks after them

Ace Austin Drabble #2

Ace makes Reader a cute playlist bc he misses them

Prick - Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley

The HangMox brainrot got me so I wrote angst/smut to help but it didn't help and I'm still thinking about them ok bye

Ace Austin Drabble #3 - Ace/Reader

Ace gets the Reader a pet kitten

Stray - HangMox

AU. Adam is a single dad waitress in a diner. Mox is the grizzled, mysterious stranger who comes in at 2AM

A Promise of More - HangMox

Pure, absolute smut. Mox bleeds everywhere, cums everywhere, gets fucked until he cries

#pinned post #fic requests #anon is on btw #kentucky himbo writes

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mxtcha-tea · 4 years ago

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domestic shiratorizawa

⊹summary; the life inside the dorms of shiratorizawa

⊹pilots; gn![y/n], ushijima, tendou, semi, yamagata, reon, kawanishi, shirabu, goshiki (pairings showed; yamagata x reader, goshiki x reader)

⊹genre; fluff, crack and some cursings (no proofread)

⊹flight details; i've once made a domestic imagines in my old blog so imma make a small reboot of it <3

random shopping

normal day, normal life. you could've seen yourself laying or even napping in your room while a compilation of minecraft songs plays in the background. but no. instead, you're inside an antique shop with Yamagata, Ushijima and Tendou.

you have no idea when, or how did the process happened but you surely is done with getting dragged inside the shop by Tendou and Yamagata.

while Ushijima's stuck on a section, you don't know where, but he's definitely stuck there, "[y/n]! look at what i found,"

Yamagata called you as you turned around to see him holding up a pretty heavy doll. you raise your brow, "what the hell is that?" walking towards him and taking a closer look at the object in hand,

"i think it's a, um, i think a matryoska doll? matroyska? is that how you say it?" "why're you asking me, i don't know jack shit about russian stuff,"

"ah you mean, matryoshka doll?" Tendou butted in, startling you two, "it's also called a 'nesting doll' and did you actually know that it was actually originated from china?"

Yamagata's eyes practically sparkled at that with a surprised look, "from china? really?"

you can only roll your eyes, "and how can you even know all that?" Tendou snickered and put on a smug face, "i'm actually very smart, y'know. ya'll just don't know about it," "says the person in class 2,"

"i blame the mathematic old hags for adding letters in math, and the apple that fucking hit my man Isaac," you tsk'ed and walk towards the next section. Yamagata passive aggressively put the matryoshka doll down and follow after you along with Tendou,

"also, we need to find ushijima, i think he's stuck in some section between here...ah there," you stopped walking and turn to your right where you find Ushijima reading a book.

Tendou skipped towards him and smack his shoulder, "you okay, wakatoshi-kun? you sure did took longer to look at the stuff here," while Tendou chats with Ushijima, Yamagata look up at the shelves as something caught his eyes.

he tried to reach it while tip toing but due to his height, he can't reach it. then, he jumped from his spot to grab the object but end up hitting his head onto the board, "AGH, FUCK!" which causes you all to look at him, watching him hold his head while shivering from the pain,

"are you okay, yamagata?" ushijima ask, putting back the book on the shelves, "yeah, yeah, i'm just tryna get that," he shakes his head before pointing up.

you followed his finger and caught a glimpse of an old polaroid. it's a little bit dusty but other than that, it looks new. Ushijima reached it from his spot and managed to grab it, "here,"

he hands it to Yamagata as he instantly recovered from his recent pain and snatch it from Ushijima's hand, subtly thanking him with a grin, "why do you even need a polaroid?" Tendou asked, leaning his arm over Ushijima's shoulder with one brow up,

"pfft, for journaling of course,"

a gust of wind went through you while staring at him with a poker face, the same with Tendou with a small cat like smile. Ushijima just looked the same,

"okay," "WHAT'S WITH THE TONE??" you blinked and just knit your eyebrows, "i mean, since when you started journaling? you're not even the type of person to do something aesthetic,"

he pouted and just crosses his arms, "so what? that doesn't mean i can't do it, right? have faith in me god darn it. and honestly, my journal looks good so far," "well, fine,"

you waved your hand at him and continue going through the other section. and just like that, "hey wait!" Yamagata tailed after you.

Tendou snickered at the two and focus back on Ushijima, who's still watching the display yet again, "have you thought of what to buy wakatoshi-kun?" "i'm not sure, there's a lot of interesting stuff here," "well, you've only been in this section but okay~"

studying

"agh, why did those idiots really have to call me at this time...?"

you groaned, slowly walking through the halls with a slouched figure. tracing your fingers along the wall with a dejected look. you're suppose to sleep today.

an hour or two long sleep. it's finally the weekend which means the time for you to sleep all of your problems away. drifting into slumber with fluffy pillows and warm blankets, enjoying your dream as long as you can.

until your ringtone annoyingly rings next to your ear. you answer the call, and again greeted by the most annoying human in the planet,

"[y/n], we need you at the gym right now!"

"huh? oh fuck off Tendou, i need to sleep right now,"

"nuh uh, you can sleep later after you go to the gym,"

"why? are you, i don't know, practicing or something?"

"you have to find out. if you don't move your ass from that bed, we'll send Hayato to wake you up~"

". . ."

and now, you find yourself standing in front of the door of shiratorizawa's volleyball gym. not only that Tendou wakes you up from your sleep, you also had to WALK all the way from your dorm to the gym,

"i'm gonna add more time to their practices after this..."

sliding the door open, you expect them to be doing serves or maybe spikes.

but instead, you're seeing them—as in the 3rd years—all sitting down at the middle of the court, with books around them.

and what's even more confusing is that they somehow managed to bring a table inside. no, not the flip-able table.

literally a whole ass table.

Reon looks up from his book and notices your figure standing on the door way. he waves his hand at you, you did the same but still with a confused look.

Yamagata was next to see you as he abruptly stand up from his spot, shaking the table in the process,

"Hayato! stop shaking the table," "oops, sorry. ah, wait, [y/n]!"

that caught all of the boys attention as they look at you, "what taking you so long to arrive?" Tendou asked, a pen rested in between his upper lip and nose.

Semi smacked him in the face—earning an 'ow'—before shaking his head,

"their dorm is literally far from the gym, and why do you even proposed your idea of studying at the gym anyway?"

you make your way towards them, Reon patting the empty spot next to him. you sat down on your spot as Yamagata did the same. seemed like he was waiting for you.

Tendou rubbed his nose and pouted at Semi, "this was the best place to study anyway! it have much more room,"

"we should've gone to the cafeteria OR the LIBRARY," Semi groaned, looking back at his book before writing on it,

"pfft, the cafeteria's no fun. and i got banned from the library," Reon looks at Tendou with confusion, "well, it's not surprising,"

Tendou shrugged, "i was also banned from the library," Ushijima said, not looking up from his notes as you knit your eyebrows at that,

"you're also banned from the library? Satori, what did you and Ushijima did—" "anyways, um,"

he cut you off, fidgeting with his pen before pointing it at you, "right, you need to tutor us on this subject~!"

you blinked, looking down at the book they're studying about, "haven't the teacher covered this already?"

"well, i'm sorry, class 6. but we have no idea how this thing works. maybe only Reon, but look at Semi,"

Tendou wrapped his arm around Semi's neck, practically head locking him, "he's from class 1 and i think you should teach him about this the most," "I'll rip your fucking head off, Tendou!"

while both of them tried to strangle each other, Yamagata caught your attention next,

"and also, it won't be fun without you, y'know," Reon nodded, "and don't forget that you can't leave me alone in this,"

"oh right," "hm? what was that?" Yamagata asked. you just shake your head with a defeated smile, "nothing..."

after clearing your throat, you snatched Semi's book away before flipping through the pages,

"okay you scumbags, it's time to learn,"

oblivious enough

the birds chirped from the tree, the hallway's as loud as ever. Semi and Tendou's leaning against the window, each of them drinking apple juice and eating yakisoba bread.

it was silence between them before Semi spoke, "hey, Tendou," "yes Semi-Semi?" "y'know,"

Semi turned his head to look at Tendou as the redhead did the same, "have you, noticed the relationship between [y/n] and Yamagata lately?"

the latter made a thinking face, before nodding, "hm, seems so,"

"do you think, either one of them ever noticed about it?" Tendou shakes his head at the question, "nope, i don't think they do. in fact, they might be completely oblivious to it,"

Semi snickered, "right, like that one time..."

"[y/n], do you think my lips are dry right now?"

you look up from your clipboard, seeing Yamagata pointing his lips, "hm, nah. they're fine, but if you want, i can but on some lip balm,"

his eyes sparkled at that as he nodded his head with excitement, "sure!" you walk towards your bag with Yamagata following you. opening the zipper and search inside it, you pull out your lip balm,

"here, hold still," you put a hand on his cheek while the other applies lip balm onto his lips. it was a slow process but he managed to not move at all while making eye contact with you.

once you finished applying, he pop his lips before humming, "mn, cherry," "let me know if you need anything else,"

he nodded with now flushed cheeks as he smile at you. you did the same, gently patting his arm.

from a distance, Shirabu looks at them with a disgusted look, "ugh, can't they be more subtle about it,"

Kawanishi shrugged, "just let them be,"

"how can i redo my memory? i don't need to see that this early," "well, what if it was us?" "i would be twice as grossed, i can put my own lip balm," "hm yeah, you're right, i honestly would be like that too," "good,"

"haha yeah, now that i think about it, they do it all the time right?" Tendou nodded at Semi's statement before hearing the all too familiar voice just a few meters away from them,

"[y/n]!"

you turned your head around while still sipping your drink. Yamagata stood in front of you, holding out his visibly crumpled necktie with a small smile,

"my necktie!" "ah again? whatever," you give your drink to him as he hold it for you.

grabbing the necktie from his hand, looping it around his collar shirt and started tying it with a concentrated look,

"i can't say that it'll be clean when i finished tying it," "it's okay! that's why i'm asking you to do it, messy or not, at least i have it on," "hm, yeah,"

after you finished tying it and patting it a little, Yamagata hugged you, "thank you!" "yeah, you're welcome,"

the aura literally radiates on the slightly crowded hallway as some of the students who passed you talked among themselves.

Semi and Tendou stared at you two, expressionless eyes but with a small smile,

'ah, right,'

Tendou sighed, intertwining his fingers together and lifting it up to his cheeks, "ah, young love~"

"we're all the same age,"

"young love~"

bonus; reliable kouhai

lifeless.

is what goshiki would say when he took a few glances at you from his book. you promised to tutor him about this subject he's struggling on. but didn't really expect to see your slouched form walking inside the library.

he's not even sure if you even hear anything you're saying right now, "get a shovel and two-" your head hit the table, creating a loud sound and catching the attention of almost everyone inside the library,

"[y/n]-senpai, um, are you okay??" you groaned and rapidly blink your eyes, covering your forehead, "yeah, 'm just..."

a yawn escaped from your mouth before you can even finish your sentence, "...tired. those stupid senpais of yours need help tutoring too even tho being grown ass men,"

goshiki closes his book and creating a small 'thump', snapping you out from your mind,

"well, if that so then you didn't have to come, you could've just tell me and i would be fine with it!" your hoarse laugh caught him off guard as a shade of red ran across his cheeks, "i can't break a promise, tsutomu. why do you even think i agree on tutoring you?"

"uh, cause you want to help me with my studies?" "one of it, and cause i enjoy tutoring you," he can feel his cheeks heating up more when you made eye contact with him, a small smile laced upon your face,

"and honestly, you're smarter than i thought. class 4 right? that's cool," he looked away, trying to calm his nerves down, "t-thanks! a lot of people thought i was in a lower class, so i, i appreciate it,"

goshiki took a peek at you, now burying your face onto your face, "also, senpai," "hm?"

"you should take a nap for now, i think i can start understanding this formula," you slightly look up at him, "you sure? i was prolly talking craps just now," "yeah! your health is more important anyway,"

you hum, offering him a warm smile, "thanks, i know i can count on you," you rested onto your side and close your eyes. lips slightly parted and just like that, you're deep in your dreams.

he pursed his lips, slowly leaning against the table to look at your face. it's calm, peaceful and beautiful, kissable lips. he wonder if he could lean in a little closer until you two-

goshiki instantly jolted up and hit himself on the head, face's covered in the color red, 'no! don't think about that, curse you Tendou-San for introducing me to those mangas...'

Tendou's faces ran across his mind as he grunted,

'why're they so pretty??'

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katrinawritesthings · 3 years ago

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jonghyun / jinki; at least received; PG

hey so. maybe you noticed maybe you didn't but this april i've been doing something kind of different where instead of posting things specifically for jonghyun i've just been posting old things that i've written these past few years that. not to say that they're not for him because like everything i write is for him now lol but things that i wrote specifically when i was in my feels about him if that makes sense. for me about him

i've posted a couple before if you look you can find them and for the most part they're like the other four things i posted this month where they're like. simple and uplifting or whatever but the thing about this one is that i didn't realize i was in my feels for him until the last like 2 paragraphs and they hit kind of hard i think

not in like an angsty way or anything i don't think but hard in a way that made me go hey i should probably mention it before people read it lol anyway this one is really nice i think but if you don't want to read it then that also is chill

“Whatcha thinking about?” he asks pleasantly. Jinki blinks, and then blinks again, giving his head a little shake like he's coming back into focus. What he focuses on is Jonghyun’s eyes, looking into them with his own, looking vaguely sad in a way that Jonghyun can't exactly place.

“I'm sorry,” he says. It comes out sincerely, but also with a kind of blankness to it that makes it seem like he doesn't really know what he's apologizing for.

Jonghyun hums quietly to himself as he delicately snips away the edges of a Polaroid he took last month. He cuts away the white border, the legs of both him and the chair he's sitting in, and hesitates before he actually closes the scissors to cut through the blue of the sky above his head. He likes that. It was a nice day outside at that little cafe. He'll keep it in.

Putting the scissors down, he grabs the glue stick instead and flips the photo over to glue up the back. Then he slaps it down, not carefully but not exactly carelessly either, into the scrapbook page he's working on. He doesn't really have a theme that he's going with it yet; he's kind of just winging it with this one. He feels like it's coming along though, Polaroids of him and other stuff outside, shots of the sky, shots of trees and bushes planted neatly on the street, one picture of a neat bug that he saw crawling on the sidewalk one time.

Then he picks up one of his glittery gel pens to write the date down, but hesitates with the purple in his hand. He's not sure if it really fits with the color scheme of the page. Looking up, at Jinki sitting kitty corner to him at the kitchen table immersed in his laptop, he reaches out and gently pokes him with the end of the pen.

“Hey,” he smiles when Jinki looks up. He wiggles the purple pen and taps the scrapbook page with his other hand. “do you think this would be good? Right here?” he asks, pointing to just under the picture.

“Mmm,” Jinki hums. “maybe the dark purple instead of the light,” he says, pointing at all of the little art supplies strewn over the table. The direction his finger is pointing in is so vague that Jonghyun is barely sure he's even directing it at the pens, let alone the dark purple, but he grabs the pen anyway with a bright smile.

“Thanks,” he chirps, grabbing the dark purple and uncapping it. He picks up the scrap pieces from the Polaroid as well, sorting through them until he finds the one and that he needs and copying down the date and location written on the bottom of it. Then he continues on his work, looking through his mounds of pictures and stickers and decorations to arrange well on the page and make it look just like the image of it that he has in his mind.

Which isn't really a picture perfect image in the first place; it's just as vague in his brain as the theme is, so he's not really following any sort of guideline at all, except maybe “cute,” but that's always what's the most fun to him. To have an idea in his head and then just work with it and let it happen and allow it to come out naturally, piece-by-piece, mistakes included, until he has something that he can look at and be proud of because it's something that he made by himself.

“Jinki?” he asks at one point, holding up two soft little felt birds, one blue and the other pink. He looks up a second after, to ask for Jinki’s opinion, and finds Jinki looking at him in a way that suggests he already had been for a long time, like he never really looked back down after Jonghyun’s question about the gel pens.

“Both, I think,” Jinki says, before Jonghyun can dwell on that feeling and ask about it. Instead he looks down at his scrapbook, at the right corner of the page that he was going to ask which bird would look better in. Instead, he pictures both birds there facing each other, giving each other a little bird smooch, and is instantly filled with delight at the idea.

“You're so right,” he says, and goes back to his work, none the wiser to Jinki’s alleged staring except for how he is incredibly wise to it now.

It's hard not to be wise to it; it's hard not to notice someone staring at you after you've already noticed them staring at you. He feels it in the way that it creeps over his skin, he hears it in the way that he doesn't hear Jinki’s fingers tapping away on his laptop, he sees it every time he glances up curiously just to check if Jinki is still, in fact, staring at him. He definitely is.

He doesn't comment on it at first, but eventually, his curiosity gets the better of him and he takes a break from his scrapbooking to prop his chin in his hand and smile contemplatively at Jinki.

“I'm sorry,” he says. It comes out sincerely, but also with a kind of blankness to it that makes it seem like he doesn't really know what he's apologizing for. So Jonghyun decides to find out in the simplest way that he knows how.

“For what?” he asks, an amused little smile playing with the corners of his mouth. He doesn't want to laugh, because he feels like that would be mean, but this is still kind of funny to him. Jinki opens his mouth, and then closes it and then shrugs vaguely, running his fingers through his hair.

“I don't know, really,” he says. His hand falls to slap lightly on the surface of the table, and then rises to hold his own cheek. “I'm just,”, he says. “Sorry.” And there's something heavy in the way he says it, something serious, and that makes it stop being as funny. Jonghyun chews on the end of his glitter gel pen, watching Jinki sit there and be apologetic.

Apologetic, he thinks. That's the vaguely sad emotion that he couldn't place half a minute ago. Which really doesn't help him now, to be honest, because knowing the emotion doesn't have jack shit to do with knowing the reasoning behind it. He looks down for a moment, and then back up, one of his eyes kind of scrunched in a teasing, but still gentle grimace.

“Is this just you having another one of your self-flagellation parties?” he asks. It feels like the sort of thing that would warrant a vague, unprompted, external apology. Vague, unprompted, internal self depreciation.

“What?” Jinki asks, this time with a blankness that denotes confusion instead of unrealised existential emotions. “No, I—do I really do that a lot?” he asks, looking genuinely concerned. Jonghyun lessons his grimace into more of a comforting, sympathetic smile and shakes his head.

“Not as much as you're thinking that you do, but enough for it to be a thing,” he says kindly. He kind of thought that Jinnki knew it was a thing that he did already. He's been parlay to quite a few of Jinki’s pity parties himself. Not that pity parties are a bad thing, necessarily, or anything, just that they’re a thing that Jinki does sometimes and that's okay, as long as he comes out of them on the other end feeling better and less down on himself, which he usually does. “You haven't started hating yourself for no reason in a while, so I was just curious.” Jonghyun says. Just curious if maybe another one had come up so he would know if it was time for him to be lovely and adorable and comforting or not.

“Oh,” Jinki says. He looks troubled for a moment—Jonghyun wonders for an equally long moment whether or not he just spurred one along anyway—but then shakes his head decisively. “No, it's not that, it's nothing about me,” he says. “I just. I don't know.” he shrugs, and looks at the table, and then looks at Jonghyun. He reaches out a hand to cup Jonghyun cheek this time, warm and gentle, running a thumb softly over his cheekbone. “C’mere,” he says, scooting his chair back and reaching to tug on Jonghyun’s wrist at the same time.

Jonghyun, mildly baffled but without any excuse or reason or even desire to say no, obeys. He lets Jinki tug him out of his chair and into his lap, sitting across his thighs. With a soft oh, Jonghyun finds himself being enveloped in Jinki’s nice warm arms, his cheek tucked into his chest, his head kissed softly by his mouth. He hugs Jinki back, because he wants to, one arm around his back and the other crossing his chest to hook under his arm and around his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Jonghyunnie,” Jinki mumbles.

Sitting there, in Jinki’s lap, with Jinki’s arms warm around him, Jinki’s lungs and heart moving slow under him, and Jinki’s words inside his head, an apology not from Jinki exactly, but just delivered by him, Jonghyun feels like maybe. Maybe, or maybe definitely. Yeah, definitely definitely. He deserves it. In the same way that Jinki inexplicably knew that he deserved to be given an apology, Jonghyun knows that he deserves to hear it.

So he accepts it, turning his face into Jinki’s chest and squeezing him close. He doesn't exactly forgive, but he accepts that it was given to him and, with Jinki pressing another soft kiss to his hair, says, “Okay.”

#jongyu #jongyhun #onew #jinki #pg #fluff #oneshot #ydw #🌙

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adelaidedrubman · 4 years ago

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34 for the one word prompts pls?

34. — diary

thank you amanda!!!! i'm really glad you picked this one bc it gave me a chance to put jessie on blast for one of her more secret hobbies. it ended up waaaaay longer than the 500 words or less i'd hope to do with the one word prompts because i forget what an absolute nightmare it is trying to get john and jestiny from point a to point b for even the simplest of ideas :')

wordcount: 1.2k

pairing: jestiny x john, no reaping au

warnings: john's boundary issues and some privacy violations, possible emotional manipulation? (very tame reverse psychology used at one point). some sexual content/situations, cut away before explicit. sickeningly sappy fluff. i physically cringed while writing this, and not for the sex parts.

“Is this a diary?”

Jestiny whipped around towards the freshly showered man leaning against the frame of her bedroom door with a towel hanging at his hips and a smooth leather bound book in his hand.

“Where the fuck did you get that?”

“I was looking for a towel,” John explained casually, with a hand tugging at the terrycloth briefly in gesture.

She looked back to the book in his hand with a skeptical raise of an eyebrow. Blue binding. Silver corner protectors. Black ribbon. It was definitely the one from back in May. And she distinctly remembered where she’d hidden it.

“Looking for a towel under my couch?” she questioned with loaded accusation.

“I can’t be blamed for your unpredictable organization system,” he said dismissively, waving the book in his hand a little. “Anyways, is it a diary?”

Jessie crossed her arms tight at her chest as she stepped over to him. “It’s not, but it wouldn’t be any of your business if it were.”

“Then what is it?”

“I said. None of your business.”

“Is it personal?”

“No.”

“Then can I look in it?”

She didn’t answer, but quickly jerked an arm up and gave a slight jump to swipe the book from his hand, darting into the living room, throwing it into the wood stove and rushing to strike a match.

“Oh, for God’s sake Jestiny!” The man growled, slightly breathy and towel barely still clinging to his hips from the effort of chasing after her as he grabbed the hand that held the match and shook it in the air to extinguish it. “I won’t look in it if you don’t want me to, but don’t throw a childish fit and destroy it,” he said as he flung it from the still unlit fireplace to the couch.

“It's my right to destroy my own property in my own house, thank you,” she snapped back as she shook his grip off, striking another match to toss into the hearth to let a small fire begin to crackle.

“Look,” he raised his hands defensively and took several steps back away from the couch and fire, “I won’t pry any more about it, just whatever it happens to be, please don’t destroy it on my account. It’s clearly something personal and important if you’re going to all the trouble of —”

“It’s not personal,” she insisted firmly, slamming the stove door closed. “Or important.”

“It’s none of my business —”

“Go ahead and look in it,” she said with a shrug, picking the book back up to offer to him. “If it’s that important to you. Nothing special, it was really just the principle of the matter.”

He carefully took the book from her, as if he expected it to be a trick, glancing up at her once more as he took a seat on the couch before parting the pages and looking down. Jessie tried to tell herself the heat she felt in her cheeks was merely from the fact she was burning a fire indoors in midday July and not the hungry way blue eyes trailed along pages decorated with stray pressed flowers, twigs, and pasted down polaroids.

“Scrapbooking?” he asked gently as he turned a page, clearly restraining himself from too much taunting. “That’s even more surprising than keeping a diary…”

“Yeah, well,” she grumbled. “Like I said, nothing special, I just like to take pictures and pick stuff up when I go on hikes sometimes, I usually toss the books out eventually anyways, just didn’t get around —”

“Did you draw this?” he interrupted with a point to the landscape etched in charcoal on the next page.

“Yeah,” she muttered, crossing her arms again. “Sometimes I like to doodle when I stop to rest, gives me something to do with my hands —”

“It’s lovely,” he cut her explanation short again, turning and scanning over a few more pages with barely blinking eyes.

She felt her stomach twist as he worked further through the pages, reaching a shaky hand back towards the book. “Well, you got what you wanted, now if you don’t mind I really do usually get rid of these and the fire's getting —”

His eyes went even wider as he scooted back out of her reach and turned the next page.

“Is this…?” he trailed off as he pointed towards a scribble of the storefront of the Spread Eagle, then let his fingers brush along the crumpled paper receipts glued to the pages. “And the dates on the receipts, they’re…”

“Not sure,” she lied, propping an arm on the back of the couch to look casual and relaxed. “Mary May gave me a bunch of ‘em at once a couple months ago, apparently I forgot to collect ‘em. Or, uh. Pay ‘em upfront in the first place.”

“Ah,” he hummed, finally looking away from the book to give her a deep curling smile. “So this one just happened to be from the night we met?”

“Well like I said, I wouldn't remember. And they weren’t really from the night we met either way, I sure as shit didn’t keep ‘em then, I got them weeks later when I cleared the tab in full, she’d kept ‘em in the first place.”

“Of course. You just took them home and put them in a scrapbook,” he said with ever deepening grin.

“I put a lot of shit in there, John. Pretty sure I got an old protein bar wrapper on the next page,” she said dismissively. “Like I said, just gives me something to do with my hands when I’m bored. I do ‘em and throw em out a few months later, so wipe that smug grin off your face and quit fuckin’ mocking me.”

“I’m not smug, or trying to mock you,” he protested with a look of hurt that struck her as unsettlingly genuine. “Just… touched,” he said, pausing to look down at the book again. “Flattered.”

“Yeah, congrats, sex with you is as memorable as the vistas from Rattlesnake Trail,” she droned with a roll of her eyes. “You should be very honored.”

“I am,” he replied, letting his smile reemerge. “Can I keep it?”

“What?”

“The scrapbook,” he clarified softly, “Can I keep it? If you’re just going to throw it out anyways.”

“I guess,” she said with a scoff and a shrug, once again ignoring the warmth blooming along her cheeks. “If you like collecting people’s trash.”

“I like this trash,” he responded, running a hand along the spine of the binding before closing it again and lifting it from his lap to set to his side.

She felt her cheeks burn hotter. “Are you fuckin’ hard right now?” she demanded with a glare down to the now exposed rise in the fabric of his towel.

“Yes, well,” he cleared his throat as subtle began to color his cheeks as well. “Intense emotions and such, causes a secondary physical reaction sometimes, plus, you know…” he paused and gestured back to the book. “Memories. You’re an excellent scrapbooker, really manage to bring back the feelings from the times and places you memorialize.”

“You can’t have it if you’re gonna do something weird like jerk off to it.”

“It’s old receipts, Jessie,” he spat back, his turn to be annoyed. “Have I not proved to you yet I’m not that repressed?”

“No,” she said with a playful grin. “I guess you better keep trying.”

“If you insist,” he responded with a sarcastic defeated sigh as he pulled the towel from his lap and leaned over towards her. “And let’s see if I can’t beat the vistas from Rattlesnake Trail this time.”

#oc: deputy jestiny ellen #otp: stop bothering these nice folks

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