#anyways i just want to also say i have fallen head over heels in love with the lineart layer tool in sai

[flippinpancakes64]

the cullens with a reader who isn't the best at showing emotions so their way of showing love is by biting? Like not hard but gently.

BTW I love your writing, keep up the good work 💞

The Cullens with a reader who bites

Thank you for the kind words! And I definitely relate to this prompt. But with my cat. Like cuteness aggression is real and I’m a victim. Petting her isn’t enough I need to eat her yk

Anyways thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy!

Edward:

He understands a little bit

He can hear the thoughts in your head, he sees how much they overwhelm you

It happened the first time when he was over at your house for a movie date

He was wearing casual clothes, a hoodie and some sweatpants

He wanted to make sure you had something soft to lay your head on

But something happened when you saw him in the hoodie

Your mind lit up, fireworks going off, sprinkled with phrases of how “cute” he looked and how you wanted to crawl into his skin

He called you over to him and let you squeeze him as hard as you wanted, but it still wasn’t enough

He could hear the frustration in your mind about how you were still unsatisfied

He was about to suggest climbing into his hoodie with him when he felt you bite down on his bicep

He was shocked to say the least

But you know what, at least it helped

He tries to limit how much you can bite him in public, but when it’s just the two of you, he lets you do what you want

He’s an enabler, what can I say

Alice:

She didn’t even see it coming the first time

Which is rare for her

You were sitting on her bed with your eyes closed since Alice had a gift she wanted to give to you

You opened your eyes and saw a bracelet made of brown, gold and *insert your eye color here* beads

On her wrist was a matching one

You sprang up and tackled her in a hug immediately

You both would have fallen if she didn’t have inhuman strength

But hugging her wasn’t enough

So you bit her

She felt a pressure on her right shoulder, just above where her shirt ended, right on her skin

She didn’t know what it was until she felt the heat and faint wetness

She thought it was tears to be honest

So she was definitely shocked when she pulls you back and sees your mouth wide open and your eyes perfectly dry

“… did you just bite me?”

“…no…”

“You’re so silly”

She lets you bite her as much as you want

It’s not like it affects her

Just so long as you don’t get drool on her clothes

Jasper:

He can also feel how strong your emotions are

He’s never felt someone who feels things so strongly

Honestly, he’s surprised you can even live a normal life

One day you’re just sitting on the couch, playing on your phone while a movie plays on the tv

Suddenly, your phone starts to jostle a little bit

You look and see Jasper putting a charging cable into your phone

“What’s that for?”

“Your battery was getting pretty low, figured you could use some charge”

And like nothing even happened, he goes back to playing mobile games on his phone

You become so overcome with emotion, so much love just fills your body

He can feel your emotions start to fry, threatening to overflow

He’s about to send some calmness your way when he feels you chomp down onto his forearm

He’s so shocked he doesn’t even move

You quickly unlatch, moving away and apologizing, but he just smiles

“It’s alright, darling. I’d rather have your teeth marks here than the ones I’ve got now”

So charming

Rosalie:

The day of Prom is here

You didn’t want to go, but you would never deny Rosalie a chance to dress up

So that’s how you found yourself here, fully dressed and waiting on Rosalie to finish getting her hair and makeup done

You hear her heels click towards the closed door and turn your eyes as it creaks open

There stands Rosalie, beautiful golden hair pulled into an intricate updo, her makeup perfectly accentuating her natural beauty, and a dark red dress that sweeps the floor

You just couldn’t contain yourself

You latch onto her, biting into her exposed shoulder

She yelps out of shock, definitely not expecting that

You try to walk away and pretend it didn’t happen, but she’s not one for that

She has similar rules to Alice, only no biting her in public

She loves that you love her so much that you can’t contain it

That’s what she’s always wanted after all

Overall, though, she doesn’t mind

Just seriously, don’t mess with the clothes

Emmett:

He was literally just sitting there

Like not doing anything, sitting on the couch, watching a movie that you had put on

You had gotten up to get some more popcorn and had to just pause to take him in

He looked so cute bundled up in the couch, your favorite blanket thrown around him from earlier

You set the popcorn down on the table and leaped at him

He didn’t even get a chance to react

Suddenly you were on top of him, your arms wrapped in a vice grip around his throat, your legs fully koala-ed around his middle

You were kissing every single surface on his face, whispering how cute he looked and how much you love him in between

He was giggling like a little girl, his face would be beet red if he could still blush

When suddenly he feels your teeth on his shoulder

“Pump the brakes there, piranha, what’s that for?”

“Sorry Em, I just love you so much I can’t control myself”

“Damn, do I at least taste good?”

He thinks it’s hilarious

He calls you his little snapping turtle

Esme:

She’s confused

She just asked what you wanted for dinner and now your teeth are in her arm

She doesn’t even shake you off she just kind of stands there

Like uhm are you okay?

You’re gonna need to explain to her why you did that

And afterwards she just laughs

She doesn’t fully understand, but that’s okay cause she also just doesn’t care

If it makes you happy then it makes her happy

She’ll let you bite her but with limitations

No biting in public

No biting her hair (not that you would anyway)

No biting her so hard that you hurt yourself

And she’ll eventually tell you to ease up after a while

“Darling? You’ve been there for a couple minutes now, you want to stop for a second please?”

Overall she’s confused but tries not to intervene

If this is what you need to do to express your love then go for it

Carlisle:

He’s only ever been bitten once

And that wasn’t a very pleasant experience to say the least

So it’s the last thing he expects you to do

But let’s be honest, how could you resist?

He had rolled up the sleeves to his sleek button up, flipping through pages of his old medical books, looking for a specific article he wanted to show you

By now you’ve completely forgotten what you even asked him about

You just leaned in slowly and bit into his forearm, your teeth sinking in slightly to the strong muscles there

“… are you hungry?”

Genuinely confused

You can try to explain as much as you want, he’s still going to research it later

He doesn’t have very many rules as far as this goes

If you wanna bite him, then go for it

He thinks it’s a nice, fun thing

And it shows how much you love him

Everyone enjoys a nice ego stroke now and then

Vampire! Bella:

She’s definitely felt cuteness aggression before

But never with another person

She was just sitting there helping you do your homework and you just.. bit her

“Did you just bite me?”

“…. No….”

“You’re a liar”

She doesn’t actually mind

She’s just so confused

She still envisions herself as that plain-looking clumsy girl

Like wdym SHES the one making you feral?

But she is flattered

Absolutely does NOT let you pull that shit in public tho

She’s still too shy for that

You’re gonna need to put a pin in it till you guys get home

But once you’re there… she still has limits

She’s not a big pda person

Or a big physical touch person

She’s like a cat

She’s okay with it for a little bit but too much and she needs you to stop

Think like one or two bites a day

Any more than that and she gets squirmy

[theofficialpresidentofmars]

zuko and katara have genuinely SUCH an interesting dynamic and relationship to explore when you don’t have a bitch in your ear trying to tell you they should kiss.

like there’s nothing objectively wrong with shipping zut4ra but i CANNOT find any proper duo content of them that isn’t romantic or romantically implied and it annoys me. no i don’t think they would work. no i don’t think Katara would give up her man for that guy of all people. no I don’t think Zuko would be romantically interested in Katara. yes i do think that reducing all of their feelings towards each other into ‘romance’ oversimplifies and undermines the depth of the platonic relationship that they actually do have in established canon. yes whatever I’m sure there’s something sweet about a boy trying to get a girl to forgive him by helping her get revenge on the guy that killed her mom but don’t you think that it’s actually much more profound if there are no romantic ulterior motives whatsoever and it’s actually just a demonstration of the lengths Zuko will go to because he cares deeply about his friends and their feelings and what they think about him and he wants Katara to like him and he’s genuinely sorry that he broke her trust by warming up to her slightly before betraying them and to make sure she knows that he was being sincere and he actually was touched by what she said he tries to find a way for her to heal a wound that he knows tears her apart and it’s a wound he wishes he could heal in himself. and he does it because he’s trying to earn her forgiveness, not her love. he’s trying to earn himself the right to look her in the eye, not to hold her hand. he’s trying to amend for the mistakes of his people for nothing but the better of others.

and when Katara offers to heal him in the cave, it’s not because she’s fallen head over heels at all, or even in the slightest. she’s the first to see the light in him, and she sees a boy who’s been hurt by the fire nation in a similar way to her. she recognises that if she can convince him to come with her now, the gaang is up by a firebending teacher and a friend at best, and down an enemy at least at worst. for a moment she sees him for who he is and what he’s been through and it’s not because she likes him. the thought doesn’t even cross her mind, it’s just in her nature as a person to be caring and understanding and she has the help she can tell he needs, so she extends a hand.

and when they face Azula together? Katara was the first to reach out when it was almost the right time, and she’s the one who’ll be there to help him see it through. When he takes a bolt for her, isn’t it more profound that he jumps in front of the bolt not out of romantic love, but because Zuko is the kind of person who would put himself in mortal danger for anyone he cared about? Because his heart’s too big and because he’s seen those he love get hurt too many times to stand there and let them take it?

anyway I’ve spent too much of this post refuting romance but not actually expressing what it is i do like about their platonic dynamic but it’s late and i don’t have the words. so i’ll just say it’s such in that it would be really funny if Zuko instead dated Katara’s brother. and they yap together and she gives him a list of interests and he tells her embarrassing date stories. they also yap a lot about Aang because like. Zuko’s bff and Katara’s bf he’d probably come up a lot. also Maiko’s platonic shit-talking exes/close friends dynamic solos their romantic dynamic but that’s a discussion for another day ^-^

ship name censored because I don’t intend for any negativity to actually intrude upon certain shipping spaces lmao. i’m rarely opinionated but i don’t really care tbh i just wish there was more platonic stuff out there or i saw less romantic stuff el oh el

[terminallydiseased]

content warning — nsfw (lewd), porn with plot, forcas x fallen angel reader, dom forcas sub reader, on the wall sex, breeding, cumming untouched, kind of clothed sex?

author's note — cutie patootie,,,, i should breed hi- sorry. also holy shit i have like over a hundred followers now? thank you...??.???? i appreciate it really but all i do is die

summary — forcas had to go down to the church to protect the souls, but was then distracted because of you

"..(reader)." forcas growled, his eye twitches in annoyance at the sight of your appearance, you were here to bother him again, as always. you would always manifest within the church, your tail and wings twitches minutely as you look up at your favorite guardian angel.

"eugh, forcas, dear, don't frown like that, it'll give you more wrinkles." you purr, flashing a smug smile and winking at him. forcas' eyebrow arched at your comment, he couldn't help but let out a hum, crossing his arms.

he knew you loved to push his buttons, but he also couldn't deny how captivating your smile is, his wings flutter in agitation, eyeing you. "and i thought you were supposed to be in hell, (reader)." he says, trying to hide the flustered tone in his voice. "what are you doing here anyway, looking for souls to corrupt?"

your tail swung side to side, smiling widely at forcas, your fangs visible. "eeeh, something like that, i think you know why i'm here, i want a vessel, you know..." you lean close to him, you were too close. "besides, that means i could see you more often..."

there was also another reason why you're here again, but you couldn't tell forcas. you're always at this specific church to see forcas himself, you couldn't help but be head over heels with him, even before you turned into a fallen.

forcas' eye widen from your closeness and words, his face flushing, he could feel his body slightly trembling, he had to remind himself that you're an enemy now, a fallen who sought to corrupt the innocent.

"a vessel?" he repeated, trying to sound uninterested. "well, I hope you don't have your eyes set on anyone here, they're all under my protection." he crossed his arms again, trying to seem imposing.

however, the way you smirked, you know that it has some sort of effect on forcas, making him clench his fists. "you.. you can't just come here, and take someone you like." he snarls, trying to regain his composure, his eye narrowing.

"i'll protect them, even if it means i have to fight you."

your grin widens at his words, tilting your head oh-so innocently. "would you really do that, now?" you ask, giving him a playful pout, like you're guilt tripping him.

forcas could feel his chest tightening up at your actions, you were playing with his weak spot, he knows it. but he still couldn't help but feel slightly saddened about it. he had sworn to protect these people, and he has grown fond of them.

he can't let you see his vulnerability, though. his lips tightened, staring straight ahead, daring to not meet your gaze. "i'm not the one to back down from my duty, (reader)..."

"oh, come on... why are you even guarding this church? is big boss getting tired of angels running around in his place or something?" you quirk an eyebrow at him, grinning, your canines visible.

forcas' wings twitched in irritation, you were pushing his buttons, and it was infuriating. "i'm not here because of 'big boss upstairs'." he snapped at you, voice rising as you look at him in amusement.

he takes a deep breath, calming himself. "i'm here because i care about these people, and i'll do everything in my power to protect them from demons like you." his eyes narrowed, voice softening. "perhaps you can find another church to plague, one that doesn't have a guardian angel to interfere with your plans..."

your eye twitched at that, you went here specifically for a reason, you wanted to see forcas again. you loved him, and still do, you'd do anything to see his pretty face again. he's just so adorable that it irritates you.

"come on..." you walk closer to him, placing a hand on his chest. "i'm already here, your suggestion's a waste of time." you croon, eyes softening while you look at forcas, admiring the guardian angel's beauty.

"you're not helping your case." he mutters, god, you were too close, the heat from your touch intoxicating, he swallows thickly, trying to ignore the warmth spreading throughout his body. he glanced at your hand placed on his chest, he wanted nothing more but to press his lips against yours in that very moment.

his wings twitches at his thoughts, wanting to push them away and bury them. "just.. go. leave these people alone, or I'll make sure you regret it." he threatens you, scowling, his tone was steady but thick with unspoken desire. he was torn between his duty to protect and the undeniable pull towards you, the only one who seemed to understand the depths of his feelings.

"..fooorcaaaas...~" you coo, your other hand going to his jaw, caressing it lightly, you could feel forcas melting into your touch almost immediately, it was amusing... his eye met yours, and he could hardly breathe, your touch was just electrifying, sending shivers down his spine.

"i won't let you hurt them..." his voice trembles, the scent of your sinful aura wafted around you two, mingling with the sweet scent of incense from the church. it was a potent combination that left him feeling lightheaded.

forcas knew he shouldn't, but in that moment, he couldn't resist the allure of you. he closed his eyes, allowing himself to be captivated by the fallen angel's touch. "but... if you're going to stick around," he murmured, the words barely escaping his lips, "i guess I'll have to make sure you won't get bored."

"atta boy..." you giggle before pausing, thinking for a moment. "fine, here's the deal, I don't use anyone as a vessel, but I stay here, and you entertain me, hm?"

forcas' heart raced, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. he gulped, his mind racing with possibilities. "you... you promise not to corrupt anyone?" he asked, his voice still shaky. a part of him worried for the people under his protection, but another part of him couldn't help but be tempted by the idea of spending more time with you. he thought for another moment, before nodding.

"if you keep your word, we have a deal."

and there you are, pinned against the church's wall, getting absolutely wrecked by your beloved angel, your legs locked with forcas' waist as you yelp, your wings stretching out, feeling forcas' dick explore the deepest parts of you. "i really.. didn't expect- this kind of entertainment..! hhaah..."

"well, it is distracting you, right?" forcas muttered against your ear with a smirk on his face, but you couldn't say a word, your own cock leaking with precum and smearing your abdomen with it. "would ya look at that.. you're leaking already?" you scoff at his teasing, if he weren't fucking you right now, you'd kill him

you let out a gasp, throwing your head back as forcas finally found that one specific spot that'll have you writhe and gasp, your reaction making forcas hum. "found it..?" he grunts, before quickening his pace, your hands on his back starts digging its fingernails on his clothes (technically, it's his skin...).

you chanted his name like a prayer, as ironic as it sounds, you could feel yourself getting closer, the heat in your abdomen worsening. forcas, on the other hand, was close too, but it wasn't guaranteed he'll climax with you.

"i'm so fucking close- holy shit, f-forcas..!" you managed to let out those words, clawing on his back as your shaft shoots ropes of cum all over yourself and forcas. forcas didn't stop though, trying to chase his own release.

the overstimulation was too much, your eyes threatening to spill tears, your toes curling inside your footwear, you were a moaning and drooling mess, and it was all because of forcas, and shit, was this hot.

the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the church, forcas' grunts and groans grew louder as one of his hands let go of your hips, going to your dick, stroking it back to life. your breath hitches, moans turning into sobs and cries, hiccuping, it was too much, yet you loved it, you loved how intense it is.

you felt forcas slam inside you one last time, cumming inside you and painting your insides white, sealing the deal for you, you came once again, squirting your cum all over yourself and the guardian angel again while panting.

"fuck... i didn't expect you to be.. rough with me." you let out a weak chuckle as he smirks, placing a kiss on your lips. "sorry.. couldn't help it."

"well, hey, since we have a deal now, we should do this every time."

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[voxslays]

Hello! If you’re comfortable, could I request headcanons of a sinner gender neutral reader who’s in a polyamorous relationship with Lucifer and Adam? (Sfw please) Ty for your time, have a good day ^^

ADAMSAPPLE X READER HEADCANNONS

A/N: I am currently having a writing streak, where I just wanna keep writing…

The three of you officially meet in Eden, although you probably knew Lucifer long before the garden. Both of you being dreamers, you were curious about the humans in the mysterious garden. Lucifer probably goes first, just to explore and make sure the garden is safe, when he meets Lillith—and eventually Adam.

Lucifer makes a second trip to see his new friend again, this time bringing you down with him. He introduces you to Lillith, but gets carried away, and you sneak off. You explore the garden by yourself, and eventually stumble upon a human Adam. I can imagine that unlike Lillith, Adam doesn’t take kind to angels because he is jealous of Lucifer and Lillith, however he quickly warms up to you.

I can imagine that you and Adam are talking one day, and out of nowhere Lucifer shows up and says something like “Hello Adam, I see you’ve met MY friend.” He quickly whisks you away back to the ‘safety’ of heaven. Lucifer tells you that he doesn’t like Adam and strongly advises against seeing that ‘neanderthal’ again—even though he was doing the exact same thing with Lillith.

The next time the two of you visit Eden again, he keeps a close eye on you—yet you manage to slip out of his grasp once again, sneaking away to see Adam, who by this point has fallen head over heels in love with you (probably because you are the first person to have ever shown him any interest), and around the same time, Lucifer also figures out he has VERY strong romantic feelings for you. He probably confides in Lillith about what to do, scared of ruining your friendship. (Also I headcannon that Lillith gives very good and wise advice.)

She tells him to talk to Adam to see what he does, since you seem to like him so much, and that’s what he does…after some mild verbal threats of violence against Adam. Meanwhile, you are very conflicted—being in love with both Lucifer’s goofy demeanor and Adam’s sarcasm. You can’t decide which one you like better…

Eventually, when both Adam and Lucifer try to confess their love to you at the same time (only because Lucifer interrupted—thinking he was saving you from a ‘beast’) You tell them you can’t choose between them, and you love them both in different ways—and they both take it as a sort of rejection, but act on it differently. Lucifer is extremely heartbroken, not even finding it in his heart to visit Eden. Meanwhile, Adam is a temperamental mess. Lucifer visits earth one last time to say goodbye to Lillith, but runs into Adam instead. They both talk about how the so called ‘rejection’ has hurt them and come up with a compromise—to share you.

Anyways, the three of you eventually end up dating, Adam and Lucifer actually tolerating and genuinely enjoying eachother’s presence for a while. Until the fall Here’s a fun twist, instead of Lillith falling, you do. Both you and Lucifer are cast into the firey inferno known as hell. You are both heartbroken, especially you, since you’ll never see Adam again. Nevertheless, the two of you quickly adapt to your new surroundings, become the rulers, and eventually have Charlie together.

Anyways, Lucifer is pretty pissed off at Adam trying to kill your daughter, and hurts him pretty badly—but gives him mercy because he knows that’s not only what you would want, but he can’t find it in his heart to kill the man. He is horrified when Niffty stabs Adam—and so are you, as you are probably watching the fight from one of the TV’s in your palace (Lucifer forced you to stay home, physically tying you down.) seeing your ex-lover being murdered live.

Eventually, Adam respawns magically—still in his angel form—but is trapped in hell because of Heaven’s refusal to come get him (or thinking he’s dead). One day, you and Lucifer are taking a walk through your garden (a replica of the Garden of Eden, which you two had spent so much time in eons prior), and find Adam passed out behind one of the bushes, bruised and bloody. *gasp*

After Lucifer uses his powers and Adam heals, the three of you have a family reunion of sorts and live happily ever after in hell…until you have to explain it to Charlie, who is very confused why her parents are now publicly dating the man who actively opposed her redemption plans and tried to kill her and her friends…

[deanstead]

5 Times You Held Back + 1 Time You Didn't Have To

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Requested: no

Summary: Five times you held back, and the one time you didn’t have to

Word Count: 3K+

Warnings: not Natalie Manning friendly, not Manstead friendly

A/N: Got into my protect Will Halstead feelings and this is the result. Thanks to @seatsbythepit for being the angel she is and beta-ing for me! Also tagging @squadmuse because she wanted it! Anyway edited this at 1am so all mistakes are mine!

WILL HALSTEAD MASTERLIST

1

Today was it.

You’d told yourself you’d do it. You would tell Will how you felt.

You’d grown up with the Halsteads and the brothers had taken you under their wing. You’d been almost inseparable since that first day, other than the time both Will and Jay had left Chicago for other pursuits. But that hadn’t changed much of anything. Your bond with the Halsteads was a constant.

They were the older brothers you never had, the family you yearned for. Until the day you realized you’d fallen for Will. You’d fallen so hard that there wasn’t even a way out of it.

And only that idiot Will had absolutely no idea. Even Jay had picked up on it, but Will was clueless.

You needed to rip the band aid out, so you’d decided that it was better to get it over with.

You’d headed straight down from the wards once you’d looked in on your patient, hoping to catch Will.

You stepped out of the doors, noticing Will and Natalie almost immediately. You were already heading for them when they stepped toward each other and you knew what was coming. But it was like being unable to tear your eyes away from a car wreck you knew was going to happen.

So you stood there, like a complete idiot, as you watched Natalie step up to Will, her head angled in what you knew was a kiss.

Next thing you knew, before it happened, someone had spun you around.

Jay stared back at you with concern only an older brother would have filling his eyes.

His eyes snapped back upwards for just a second before he gave a small smile. “Come on, let’s go.”

You didn’t say anything, just let Jay lead you to your car. You sat in the passenger’s seat for a while and Jay glanced at you. “You okay?”

You turned to give him a smile. “Yeah, of course. It’s not like Will and I…” You let your voice trail off and you turned away.

Jay just started the car and drove off, leaving his older brother behind.

2

You knew this day would come. The day Will would sit you and Jay down and tell you he was engaged.

You always knew it.

But you hadn’t expected to feel like you’d been stabbed in the middle of your chest.

Jay was no help because he hadn’t even warned you, even though you knew for a fact that the ring sitting on Natalie’s finger now had been at Jay’s apartment a week ago.

Then, of all things, you had to overhear Natalie and Will talking about the wedding.

“A church wedding, a reception… I’ve done all that before.”

You’d been staying out of their business but those words seemed to find you like a heat-seeking missile.

It was hard enough dealing with your overwhelming feelings for Will as he was planning a wedding with a girl he was head over heels in love with. But hearing such a comment really got under your skin.

You couldn’t really believe your ears. Even if this was Natalie’s second marriage, you wondered why she hadn’t considered that it was Will’s first. His excitement was almost contagious. At least it would have been if you weren’t so overwhelmingly and stupidly in love with him.

You wanted to tell Natalie that she was being immensely selfish, that she had no idea how good she had it and a few other choice words but you swallowed them all down and turned away.

You smiled a little when you heard Will stand up for himself, just glad he wasn’t going to give in, but you didn’t turn around, merely walking away to join some of the other doctors in your department.

After all, there was nothing you could say.

3

You felt you’d handled everything great overall, especially after everything that had happened.

Every time you felt you could do this, Will would pull something crazy on you that made you need to take a step back. Be it his engagement, his wedding, his disappearance, or witness protection.

Even when he’d returned, you’d found out from Jay first because he’d naturally gone to Natalie.

You couldn’t even be pissed because you were so relieved he was okay.

Then, he showed up at your door.

“Will?”

You glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s the middle of the night. You okay?”

Will nodded. “Look, Jay’s on assignment. Can I crash here tonight?”

You frowned but stepped backward to let him in. “Yeah, of course.”

You’d gotten the couch ready for Will as best as you could before getting him a beer. “What’s up?”

“Natalie kicked me out.” Will said quietly.

You froze. “What?”

You thought you’d heard him wrongly. Because if you were Natalie, you’d put him in your arms immediately, you’d take in every moment you had with Will and you’d just be glad he was home, back in Chicago, safe and sound.

You swallowed, pushing the thoughts back down because you couldn’t allow yourself to go there. Not now, because no matter what this was, it didn’t change the fact he was still engaged to Natalie.

You’d never particularly liked Natalie. You hadn’t disliked her, you just didn’t have much of an opinion. Until this moment.

You hadn’t even been resentful when she’d shown up with Will on the night you’d set aside for the Halsteads although Jay was a little irritated but you knew he was just being protective. You hadn’t even felt much when she handed you the wedding invitation at work but tonight?

You felt it now, the annoyance that coursed through your veins as you looked back at Will sitting on your couch. You were glad to have him back of course, but he wasn’t the Will that had left. Jay had reminded you it was to be expected, and you knew that but seeing the unfamiliar lines of anxiety across his face felt unsettling and you hated it.

But to throw your fiancé out on the first night he was home?

You couldn’t understand any of this.

The urge to tell Will everything you felt was pulsating through you, so you swallowed and patted his arm.

“Get some sleep.”

“Thanks Y/N.”

You could only force a smile.

4

“Will?”

You felt it, the fear clawing at you when you saw him running in carrying Natalie, blood running down his face.

“Oh God, Will…”

“I’m fine!” Will snapped.

You’d never shied away from a fight with Will, feelings or no feelings but this wasn’t the first time he’d snapped at you since Natalie had broken things off and returned his mother’s ring to him.

You knew things had been hard for him. You weren’t sure if it was worse being Will who had been dumped, or if it was worse to be you, forced to watch Will pine after Natalie even after it was clear she’d moved on as easily as if they hadn’t almost gotten married.

It was probably worse to be you, considering the only thing you could do was divert his attention and anyone who knew Will knew that it was like fighting a losing battle.

You wanted to tell him he deserved better. You wanted to tell him how you’d never make him feel the way he felt now. You were even down for a drinking and bitching session.

But Will wasn’t ready for it.

So, you could only hang there quietly in the background, making sure Will knew you were there when he needed you.

But the fact he’d snapped at you right now, when he could barely stand straight, his face still stained with blood, unable to tear his eyes away from the room Natalie was in, just felt like it was adding insult to injury.

You felt the worry switch to hurt, then annoyance and borderline anger before you turned away. You motioned at one of the nurses, who nodded at you.

You didn’t tell Will you were leaving but you left word at the nurses’ station for them to leave Connor a message. At least he’d have a harder time fighting Connor.

You left the hospital, making the turn toward a bar near your place. You didn’t feel like going home to an empty apartment, but you didn’t feel like going to Molly’s where everyone knew you either.

You hadn’t gone too far when Jay had called, asking if you heard about Will and if you could pick him up.

Holding back a sigh, you agreed and turned right back around to drive back to the hospital.

You found Will upstairs, standing over Natalie, right before Philip walked right up to Will. You couldn’t hear exactly what you were saying but the argument was clear.

“Get out of my face.” Will growled, just as you slid yourself between them.

“Back off.” The two words slipped through your gritted teeth as you glared at Philip. This guy had always given you the creeps.

You turned back to look at Will. “Both of you.”

Then, you gently pushed Will out of the room.

“Y/N…”

You didn’t look directly at him. “I’m only here because Jay called. Come on, I’ll take you back.”

Ignoring the way his gaze lingered on Natalie, you stepped towards the lifts first, jamming your hands back into your pockets.

The only other thing you said to him that night was, “It’s not your fault.”

You didn’t let Will answer before you closed Jay’s apartment door on him, turning to return back to yours.

5

You had come down to the ED since Will had asked you to wait for him so you could go for drinks, the awkwardness from the night of the accident long lifted. But he’d started without you, because you’d spotted them already drinking. However, before you could step into the lounge, Will burst out, running right past you.

“Will!” You yelled, but he didn’t even hear you.

And you knew that wasn’t a good sign.

You stopped just long enough to ask Crockett what had happened before you were tearing out after Will as well.

On a good day, Will couldn’t keep his mouth shut to save his life.

It used to be a running joke with you and Halstead brothers that one day Jay would hold him down and you would sew his mouth shut. That way he’d stop getting himself into trouble.

And today was definitely not a good day.

Especially not that Will’s gut feeling had been proven right - Philip was lying to Natalie.

You made it out just in time to hear Will and Natalie talking, so you hesitated. This didn’t seem like a conversation you should be involved in.

You were about to turn around and leave when the next words out of Natalie’s mouth made you freeze in your tracks.

“I can take care of myself! Just get out of my life!”

You spun around, pretty sure your mouth was agape.

You could see the hurt in Will’s eyes even from this distance and you felt the anger bubble up in your gut.

But you also knew you needed to prioritize.

You stepped right up to Will, not even aware if Natalie had already walked off and closed your hand around his wrist. “Come on, let’s go.”

Will didn’t move for a second, like he was still processing.

You felt that urge bubble up to the surface once again, the one where you wanted to run to Natalie and shake some sense into her. Better yet, you wanted to tell her exactly what you thought of her and how she treated the people around her.

But there was a strange look in Will’s eyes that you’d never seen before. So, you didn’t move, just waited, your hand still clasped tightly around his wrist.

And once again, you didn’t say anything.

1

Things had been strangely quiet since that confrontation Will had had with Natalie.

They avoided eye contact in the ED, even though there were a few times you caught Will looking in her direction, like he was considering talking to her.

That had only lasted a few days, however.

It could have had something to do with the conversation you and Will had had about finally moving on, or the fact that Natalie still looked at him coldly as if Will was the one who had lied to her or hurt her.

But no matter what, Will did seem to be moving - in a direction opposite from Natalie.

It felt like you’d finally gotten your friend back.

You’d been spending a lot of time together, that Jay had teased you about making it way too obvious that you only wanted to hang out with Will.

But there was something different.

You couldn’t really pinpoint it - maybe it was the way he stood a little too close, or maybe it was the way he laughed, but something felt different, especially as he seemed to finally put her down.

Then, it came. One night, the both of you were standing on the roof, watching a video that one of Will’s patients had sent to him when you heard her call out to him.

“Will, can we talk?”

You felt your heart sink. Of course, the familiar taste of rejection that you’d almost learned to live with, but also the dread that this was happening once again.

You pulled back from Will a little, only just realizing how close the both of you were standing with each other.

You gave Will a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes and said quietly, “I’ll see you downstairs.”

To your surprise, Will reached out, his hand closing gently around your wrist.

You didn’t miss Natalie’s eyes flicking toward his hand, but you were just as surprised so you glanced back at him.

Will didn’t seem to know what to say then he gave you a small smile. “It won’t take long.”

You nodded, turning to leave.

Natalie didn’t even wait for you to be out of earshot before she began.

“I remember, Will. I remember the night of the accident. I was coming to tell you that I was wrong, that I was really unfair to you… and that I love you.”

It was an instinctive reaction as you froze, one foot in front of the other.

But you didn’t stick around to hear Will’s answer, pushing yourself out the door by sheer willpower.

You decided you didn’t really want to wait for Will. There was no point in sticking around just to have your heart broken anyway. But the universe seemed to have a problem with your decision and everything seemed to be moving in slow motion around you, even the lift was exceedingly slow today.

Fucking Murphy.

You’d finally stepped toward the carpark, heading straight for your car when a hand closed over your wrist, pulling you back.

You looked back into Will’s eyes as you turned around, your heart sinking. You really didn’t need this now.

Your eyes must have betrayed you because Will’s expression changed. “I need to tell you something.”

You pulled your arm gently out of his grasp and shook your head. “Not now, Will. I don’t need to hear it now.”

“Yes, you do.” Will said, his voice pressing a little firmly.

Swallowing down the urge to snap at him, you turned to face him. “Look, it’s not any of my business who you see. You don’t have to tell me anything.”

A small frown crossed Will’s face and he took half a step back. Then, as if he’d made some sort of decision all on his own, he glanced back at you again.

“It is your business if you’re that person.” Will’s voice was low but you swore it felt like the entire temperature outside had shifted. You doubted your own ears as you blinked back at him.

Will continued, “When Natalie told me to get out of her life, I did. And it was… not what I expected. That was the best decision I ever made, Y/N. I finally… I finally realized what I was missing.”

You blinked back stupidly at him.

“I promise this isn’t some spur of the moment thing. I’ve been trying to find a way to tell you but I just… it sounded stupid or insincere everytime I tried so I kept waiting for the perfect opportunity..” Will’s voice faded a little, his eyes searching your face for some sort of indication.

When there was nothing, Will spoke again.

“Y/N, say something.”

You didn’t really know what to say because nothing seemed real.

You glanced up at Will again but you knew Will. He wouldn’t fuck around with something like this. He was oblivious, that was clear. But ever since that mess with Nina, you also knew he’d never jump into something unless he’d sorted his own feelings out.

“Will, it’s always been… well, you.” You paused, taking a deep breath.

“You have no idea how many times I had to hold back. All the things I wanted to tell you. How was I supposed to tell you how I felt when you weren’t looking at me? How was I supposed to help you see that you deserved someone who loved and cared about you at least half as much as how you care about people around you? That you deserve to be protected too? But I couldn’t. I told myself that even if I had to be your best friend or younger sister for the rest of your life, you deserved to have someone who would be there for you, no matter how much it hurt…”

Will didn’t let you keep rambling on. Instead, he stepped forward, pulling you gently to fit your body against his, in the middle of the open carpark, and pressed his lips against yours.

It was hesitant at first, but when you responded, you felt Will fall into it as well, the kiss going deeper.

“I’m sorry I was an idiot. A blind idiot.” Will said, his voice low as he gently pulled away again.

You just smiled. “Better late than never right?”

Your teasing voice just made him smile and he circled his arms around you, pulling you tightly against him without saying anything else.

And you knew. You knew that you didn’t need to hold back any longer.

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Do you have any if recommendation?

Ooh! I have really, really bad memory(!!) but these are current faves that I have played/replayed recently that I can think of. A lot of the authors are also THE BEST HUMAN BEINGS EVER. So, double recommendation.

I probably missed a bunch out, so take this as a non-exhaustive list! In no particular order:

(Edit: Added some descriptions but yeah I got a little unhinged so I'm sorry nothing makes sense or if the quality of the write-up went down over time/did not actually give you any useful info)

WIPs with demos

Citadel, @bouncyballcitadel (I think of all the IFs on this list, this one makes me sweat the most. And I've said it once and I'll say it again: the dialogue is so snappy and well-written, and characters are SO DAMNED LOVEABLE.)

Infamous, @infamous-if (I've been manifesting Band/Musician IFs for the longest time, and then this popped up! I've even played Choice of a Rockstar, that's how desperate I was... Anyway, this is legions better than that. Angsty ex routes are my kryptonite, and Seven is just. Inevitable.)

Defiled Hearts: The Barbarian, @defiledheartsblog (I went into this wanting something juicy and fun/historical—and it's all of those things, but I didn't expect it to be so damned funny, too. The ROs are all impeccable.)

Raiders of the Caravan and Apartment 3-3, @leftski-if (A'ight listen, fantasy slice-of-life is my fave genre, and these are IT. Like, everything I never knew I needed in my life, and SO cozy/wholesome, with a cast of characters that I want to befriend in real life.)

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: An Affair of the Heart @doriana-gray-games (First off, the customization in this game is INSANE, and the branching too. I've replayed a couple of times and the little variations I discover each time just blows my mind. Secondly, it's so funny and written so well. Ngl I'm not a Sherlock fan but that's just testament to how amazing this IF is.)

When Life Gives You Lemons, @when-life-gives-you-lemonssss (Modern slice-of-life with an adorable kid, a bunch of hot ROs, CC. Hill's humor, what can I say?)

Golden @milaswriting (Really interesting world-building, one of the coolest fictional cities I've read in an IF, AND I'm obsessed with the ROs, in particular K de la Renta. Also Mila is such an awesome writer, I'm beyond excited for @beyondthegame.)

A Tale of Crowns @ataleofcrowns (This game is beautiful, polished, and SO exciting. Honestly, it looks like the kind of game created by a whole-ass game studio and would cost $50 to buy, it's that good. I really got swept up by this IF—probably played it all in one go.)

Rougi @rougi-if (Again, another game with scrumptious visuals/UI and also is just so well-crafted. I love the premise too, it's so original and fresh.)

Scout: An Apocalypse Story @anya-dev (Unfortunately this one might be on hiatus but I am/was really, really obsessed.)

Wayfarer @idrellegames (Love the game mechanics of this one, and the visuals. Probably controversial, but I like the D&D / random dice effect. And I also like the fact that it feels like an old-school RPG.)

Chop shop @losergames (The premise is all I needed to be sold, really—I'd always wanted to buy GTA as a kid but my parents were like NO WAY. Anyway, this IF did not disappoint, and let me live all my childhood dreams.)

Edit: AHH! How could I forget, one of my recent faves, Folksaga @folksaga-if (Lush atmospheric writing, super unique premise—norse mythology, plus I'm head over heels for Katla).

Completed IFs

Butterfly Soup 1 and 2 @brianna-lei (these are completed and I will never not promote them. Honestly the most adorable, wholesome, funny sports/coming-of-age IF I've read)

Elsinore: After Hamlet @lapinlunairegames (Insanely cool premise, insanely cool execution)

The Thick Table Tavern @manonamora-if (I love bar/tavern games, and this one actually lets you mix drinks! Instant fave.)

Other HGs/COGs I love: Slammed, Tin Star, Fallen Hero, If it pleases the court, A Player's Heart (these last two are so underrated, though I guess cause it's mainly wlw)

[captjprice]

Could you write a smut fic where Captain Price is absolutely obsessed with the the F!reader? What I mean is that he's head over heels in love with her. Also could you add lots of praise? 🤭

Captain Price x FemReader

He's absolutely smitten.

a/n: i love doing requests omg. pls send in more

mentions: smut, eating pussy, he's a munch, praise, PRAISE!!!!, domprice, subreader, he's sooooo down bad, sweet nicknames

It had been absolutely no secret for the rest of the task force that you and the captain had something going on. It was fairly obvious, even just in the beginning. Those shared glances and sweet laughter in each other's presence was enough to make even the others melt.

It had gotten worse, lately. His gaze went from admiring you to practically undressing you with his eyes, or both at the same time. It's not like he could help it, right? You were just so amazing. Wonderful. Perfect. You were everything he wanted. Strong, independent, yet still had a soft spot. Sometimes he has to do a double take at you to remind himself he's not dreaming and that he, infact, has his own angel sitting right there by him.

He's so loving, kissing your forehead or squeezing your waist. Anything to just remind you that he's there. The two of you acted like a couple, yet you weren't. But everyone could see it wasn't going to take much longer.

And he wanted you, so fucking bad. He finally made up his mind in one of Shepherd's meetings. He'd tell you, and he'd take you.

So now you sit, arms crossed as you listen to Shepherd moan about a mission that you've already got the intel explained of a million times. You glance at John out of instinct, giving a small smile to which he nods back. You notice he stares at you a lot, simply letting his gaze rest on your details until he's confident he could repaint them in his dreams. He shifts in his seat, getting a little more comfortable. He notices you staring back, of course he does.

To tease, he moves his hips again, manspreading on the chair as he holds eye-contact with you. Fuck. It makes you fluster, and you avert your eyes back to Shepherd. Your thighs press together and John wishes he could bury himself between them, right now. He wouldn't mind taking you infront of everyone, showing all of them that you were his— Even if they all knew. You manage to keep yourself at bay, distracting yourself with other thoughts so you don't look back at John.

When the meeting finishes, you know you're going to get a load ontop of you. You shuffle out of the meeting room with the rest of the task force, not even batting an eye as John joins you in the walk back to your quarters. His arm slithers around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "Sorry," He says with a cheeky grin, looking down at you. John knows you like the tease despite the way you don't reply to his very not-sincere apology, because you lean into his side anyways.

He hasn't fallen this deep in a while, he realizes as he follows you into your quarters. "Why— I didn't tell you to come in?" You mumble in confusion as he takes a seat on your bed. You've no idea why he follows you like a puppy sometimes. "Do you want me to leave?" John asks, having his signature sweet smile on his face as he kicks off his shoes. "Come here," He cooes, opening up his arms. You stare for a moment. There's no real reason to refuse him, right? Despite him being your superior... But he's the one initiating it. So it must be okay.

You shuffle forward and settle on his lap, your thighs on each side of his. Your hands glide along his shoulders to behind his neck. "What do you want?" You ask with a small smile. "Me? No, nothing, love. Just missed you." His words made you laugh, as you've not been a minute without one another. "I've been here the whole time," You retort, to which he shakes his head and lets a finger trail across your jaw. "Mmh, but not on me, love." John muses, his hands moving from your waist to your ass, resting there. "You're so beautiful, christ.." He says, admiring you again. The tension of his gaze makes you squirm and blush, and he gives your bottom a firm squeeze to remind you to stay put. You do just so.

And you lean forward to rest your head against his shoulder, just humming at the warmth. John feels a familiar nervous feeling in his stomach as he remembers he was going to tell you. In his own way, ofcourse.

"I think it could work." John confesses, and the look in his eyes tells you everything. "We could separate work and.. us, you know? Communicate.." He really wants it, of course he does. You were the best thing that had happened to him in a while. And obviously, you wanted this too. "So you want to try?" You suggest, and he hums in response. "If it goes sideways, then.. well. We could always be friends." John suggests, even though he's lying straight through his teeth. He wouldn't let you go now. You know this too, but in a way, it's.. attractive. Knowing you had the captain head over heels and drooling for you.

"Love?" He chirps, and you raise your head in response to his worried tone. John tilts his head, "Have you ever.. thought about this being.. more?" He asks, and it's a dreaded question to you. You enjoyed not having a label on what the two of you had, just having fun, but this would come up eventually. Your fingers rub circles into the back of his neck as you look up at him. "Ofcourse. But it'd be complicated.. Right? You're my captain."

John nods to your words, because you're right, but he's too deep in. He wouldn't mind breaking the rules for you anymore. He knows you wouldn't really mind either, more worried about his job than what the others would think.

"I want you," You blurt out, your hands moving forward to rest on his pants. John pulls back, looking at you with amusement. "Yeah?" He lets his hand wander up your thigh. You nod eagerly in response to him. "How could I ever deny a pretty beaut like you?" He cooes, sitting upright as you reach for his belt. He stops you with his hand, shaking his head. "Don't you want to go first, love?" His words surprise you, and your eyes widen. "Oh, I-.. You don't have to if you don't..-" You trail off as he chuckles, pulling you to lay down next to him. You feel butterflies fill your stomach as he crawls over, pulling your legs apart and sitting in between them.

You smile and lean up, giving him a chaste kiss. A chaste kiss that evolves when he squeezes your ass again and pulls you a little closer. "I don't really think this changed anything," He whispers huskily with a grin. "You were mine the whole time." You let out a breathless whine, kissing him again after he said that. He was absolutely yours, and you were absolutely his.

"Not really true," You respond through kisses. He lets himself fall back onto the bed, having you straddle his hips. "Are you trying to challenge me on something, love?" John asks with a chuckle, grabbing your wrist to yank you towards him. "That's dangerous," He mumbles absentmindedly, pressing his lips to your neck. You moan softly, leaning closer to him. For once, you want more than just kisses and love bites.

"You trust me, yeah? I want to do this, baby. Gonna spoil you silly with my mouth." He says sweetly, his hand rubbing your leg. You can't really object to that, can you? You've been with a decent amount of men, none of them had been willing to put themselves aside for your pleasure, but of course he did. Your cheeks burn red and you nod, slowly shuffling your pants off and kicking them to the floor. John kisses your knee, then moves up towards your thigh.

You take in a little breath, looking at the ceiling. Fuck, you're hesitant. Confidence hadn't really ever been an obstacle in intimacy, but now you were getting nervous.

John notices you trailing off, and when he reaches your inner thigh he nips at the skin. You whimper, looking back at him. "That's it. Look at me." He hums, "Nothing to worry about, love." He reaches your panties, seeing how you've already soaked them. You whine at his breath on your pussy, instinctively trying to close your legs.

He makes an annoyed noise, and his hands grip your thighs to claw them open again. "Stop acting like this. I'm a grown man, not like the boys you've had before." John grunts. His words make you nod, and you try your best to keep your eyes on him as he gently tugs down your panties. When he's thrown them to the side, he just stares at your pretty cunt like it's the most delicious thing in the world. You watch through hazy eyes as he presses a kiss just above your clit. "You're doing good, love. So brave." John says, continuing to litter kisses around your folds.

"I'm going to devour you so good, baby. Wonder what you taste like," He whispers, before licking a long stripe along your clit. Your back arches and you moan, reaching to grab onto his shoulders, hair, anything. John hums, pressing his face into your pussy. His beard makes you jolt at the sensation even more, "Oh, my god!-" You shriek as he continues running his tongue along your clit, devouring you like he's got nothing better to do.

Your pants and little noises make him chuckle, keeping his mouth on you. One of the hands holding your thighs open runs down, and he presses his middle finger into your sopping cunt, his eyes fluttering shut as he feels how you clench. As he pumps in and out of you, he takes his mouth off of your clit for a moment, leaning up to kiss you sloppily.

"Taste so good, love. So well for me." He whispers, nipping at your neck before returning back between your thighs. "Gonna marry you, pretty thing." John grumbles before using his mouth on you again. You can only whimper in response— Too caught up with the new sensations and the fact that your captain was between your legs.

You're close, he can feel it too as you clench more and more around his finger, and he adds a second one to quicken the process. He hums as he continues to eat you out, almost making it seem like he's doing it for his own pleasure. You gasp when you feel the coil in your stomach snap, and your legs twitch when you cum, making a mess of his beard and fingers. You babble something absentmindedly, tugging at his hair.

You're barely able to come down from the orgasm, because John doesn't seem to let up. He continues his assault on your clit, still pumping his fingers in and out of you. Your whimpers turn to high-pitched moans, and you try to pull his hair again to make him stop.

He laughs against your pussy again, continuing until you can't find the strength to pull at his hair anymore, and you lay back to let your second orgasm wash over you. "J-... Mmh, fuck! John!" You squeal, trying to kick him off to just give you a few seconds of rest. Your moans continue, even when he pulls back with a cocky grin. He puts his hands on your knees to stop your restless legs, moving closer to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and it makes you clench around nothing.

Fuck. You wouldn't mind this every night.

"Are you mine now?" He asks with an attitude, pulling back and sitting next to you, pulling you onto his lap. Your back rests against his chest. You look up at him to the side with tired eyes, and nod. "Yeahh, you're so easy to win over, aren't you, love?" John asks, one of his hands ghosting over your inner thigh. You don't even bother to protest when his fingers catch your clit between them, you just whine and let your head fall back against his chest.

"You're doing so good, baby, just one more for me? Please, angel.." He whispers in your ear as he rubs slow circles on your aching pussy. You nod weakly again, one of your hands grabbing onto his arm. "Mmm, you're doing so well, all wet for me." He says, continuing to spurr you on as his fingers speed up, working your clit to oblivion. "Maybe next time i'll breed you, let you use my cock." His words make you gasp, and you can feel yourself on the edge. "You'd be so good on my cock, wouldn't you? Lovely girl," You moan loudly in response, and he leans to press his lips to yours as you cum for the third time.

John works you through the orgasm gently this time, pressing little kisses to your neck. "You did well, love." He whispers softly, pulling his hand away from you. He sets you down next to him, leaving to retrieve a towel and wipe the mess from your thighs and the bed. You just stare at him tiredly, wanting to kiss him all over and make him feel just as good as he did. John presses a kiss to your forehead, then to your lips. "We should rest," He gently slips your panties back onto you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you flush against him.

You were off with mere minutes.

[cuppajoel]

Couple's Costume |Javier Peña x f!reader one shot

'Couple's Costume' | Javier Peña x f!reader one shot

for @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno 's fall challenge

prompt: Peña pumpkin latte & masked strangers party (I took liberties)

Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader Summary: Your sister is throwing a halloween party and you're invited last minute. When you turn up you realise everyone is in couple's costumes and you are the only one who's not- or are you? w/c: 1.7k Content Warnings: Language, drinking, MDNI (18+ only) no smut, kinda cheesy at the end? f!reader isn't described in a lot of detail, shorter than Javi, has an ass, flirting, alluding to smoking. no use of y/n. A/N: Heyyy, this is my first time taking part in a challenge and I really enjoyed it. I've also been loving reading everyone else's submissions! Please like, comment, and rb. It gives me a fuzzy feeling. :)) I have fallen in love with Javi thanks to @goodwithcheese so wanted to show my blossoming love for you and him. <333

“Uh-huh…okay, yeah sure-” you responded, your shoulder nudging the slipping phone receiver upwards to align with you ear again. Your hands were a little pre-occupied mixing the chocolate chips and candycorn into your sugar cookie mix. 

 “Honestly, it’ll be a lot of fun!” your elder sister responded, over compensating from the lack of enthusiasm. Your eyes couldn’t help roll from the direction of her voice in your ear. “You were coming ‘round anyway to drop off the cookies…and it would be saving my ass so the numbers stay even.” she put on her sweet voice, the one she knew you couldn’t say ‘no’ to. 

“I don’t have a costume” you said through a sigh, putting the cookie batter mix into the refrigerator to chill.

“Don’t worry about it…just pull something from your closet. It’s gonna be super chill…” your sister said nonchalantly.  

You leaned with your back against the kitchen counter, red heels crossed around one another in front of you with a red solo cup to match. Only your sister would make you source a last minute costume that consisted of wet-look black skinny jeans that were practically spray-painted on, and an off the shoulder black bodysuit that you purchased when you were a freshman in college. 

Your “Hi, I’m Sandy” name tag was stuck to your hip, lowered as you were feeling embarrassed that you even had to wear it. Looking over to the kitchen island in front of you, you admired the Halloween cookies you had made earlier from the sea of other spooky-themed snacks brought by the other pairs of party goers. 

“Could you at least try and get into it a little bit?” Your sister said, returning one of the now empty skull-shaped bowls from the living room and filling it right back up with the family-sized bag of chips. 

You turned around to face the array of liquor bottles behind you, picking one with amber-coloured liquid and glugged it into your cup. “Oh I’m into it…” As the cup filled to two-thirds of the way, you topped it up with something sweet and bubbly before turning back around and holding the cup up to your sister in a silent ‘cheers’. “Although I’d be into it a little more if you’d given me the heads up that it was a couples costume party.” You said taking three rapid gulps of your concoction before screwing up your eyes and shaking your head.

When you’d first arrived at your sister’s house the party was well underway. Knowing that your knocking wouldn’t be heard over the sound system that was in the living room, you let yourself in, tray of warm cookies in hand. As you entered the hallway, your sister’s superior decorating skills were evident. Cobwebs hung lowly above your head with black, plastic spiders embedded evenly across them. A skeleton, wrapped in toilet paper, sat on the bottom step of the wooden staircase with a plastic orange pumpkin in its lap full of various fun-size candy bars. You walked through to the living room, ‘The Monster Mash’ acting as your soundtrack as you were greeted by your fellow party go-ers, Barbie, and Ken, Homer and Marge Simpson, Bert and Ernie.

Walking further through the house to the kitchen, the small light projector bounced from wall to wall, switching from shadows of bats and gravestones to pumpkins and witches brooms, a layer of fog gathered at your ankles. You hummed to yourself, impressed at how much was put into the aesthetics of the evening. As you crossed the threshold of the kitchen you were greeted by Morticia and Gomez, your sister and her husband. 

“SANDY…”  the world’s worst John Travolta impersonation came flying at you from none other than Gomez Adams. You pushed passed the man in the doorway with a sigh and shake of the head. “Aw c’monnnn… the least you could do is get into character…” your newly-moustached brother in law teased as you set the cookies on the counter. Before your sister turned to greet you, you noticed she was talking to Fred and Velma Flintstone; Shaggy and Scooby Doo were helping themselves to the punch bowl. 

It clicked. Not one person here was here alone. All pushed together by their costumes characters. Your sister turned, hearing the cogs of your brain clunking. Your stare turned to ice as her eyes met yours. “Those look amazing… you look amazing!” She said pulling you into a tight hug- one that wasn’t reciprocated. 

“You owe me, big time…” you said, stiffening your muscles under her touch. She’d secretly organised it all, you’d realised. When stressing earlier about your costume she knew exactly what to suggest down to the details of your makeup. You didn’t even really get her vision until she said to do your hair ‘exactly like moms in the wedding pictures’, it was all a scheme. 

“I promise, you aren’t the only single one here…” she started, stepping back to see you fully before grabbing one of your hands that had fallen. “Most of the people coming are already in their couple’s costumes but others are here alone and I thought it’d be fun to suggest some costume ideas so that maybe you could meet your Danny…” your sister buzzed with excitement. 

“Yeah, Javi-” your sister elbowed her husband directly in the ribs. “Danny… will love your outfit…” he said,  spluttering over the rim of his drink.

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Javi found himself in between Tarzan and Jane, not knowing where to look, both of them sticking true to the minimal clothing of the Jungle. He stared into the red solo cup that got thrust into his hand as he entered the party, the golden liquid depleting quickly as his lips and cheeks began to buzz- the safe choice, he thought. 

“…so wha’s your costume?” Jane asked him, her breath uncomfortably close and hot in his ear and her eyes getting the familiar sparkle from booze. Her eyes raked up and down him a few times, which in the presence of Tarzan made the hairs on Javi’s neck prick. He wore his signature blue Levi’s, a slim-fit white  T-shirt and a black leather jacket that he hadn’t yet had the chance to take off. 

Before he could answer, he felt a very subtle tap tap tap tap against the leather of his boot. Reaching forward, he picked up the ping pong ball in between his pointer finger and thumb, turning it to look at the illustrated ghost features that someone had drawn on. 

“God. Sorry!” you called out from the far end of the dining room, your features curling on themselves lightly as you squint to see where the ball had gone. You brought your hand up over your brow as if searching the uncharted sea for the small plastic ball. 

Looking up at your voice, Javier couldn’t help but chuckle at your poor aim at the pyramid of red cups before you. Without a word to Tarzan and Jane, he stood up from the couch to return the ball to its poor shot of an owner. 

You met halfway at the threshold of the open-plan living room-diner. As you approached one another the height difference was the first thing you noticed. You had to look up to meet the eyes of the leather-jacket-wearing  rescuer of your ball. He held the ball out towards you, still only gripped with his two fingers. “You know, I think the point is to get the ball into the cup…” he said, dipping his head slightly, bringing his mouth closer to your ear to be heard over the music. He smelled like cigarettes and something warm like leather. As he pulled back to reach your gaze again, he held the ball still with his fingers, even as you had begun to hover your hands over his to receive it. His eyes had a slight glitter to them as he looked at you up and down and up again, his gaze stuck on the name tag on your hip. “…Sandy?”  Javi allowed himself to look at your costume in great detail. Were your jeans wet? Or did you have to be sewn into them? The material showing the fullness of your hips and waist and leaving little to the imagination. He said, finally dropping his grip on the plastic for it to fall into your hands. 

“Ahhhh, that’s where I’ve been going wrong…” you said, a front for your bad aim. The game of beer pong already resuming without you. “What’s your costume?” you asked tilting your head to the side, your arm bumping on the wall next to you. Javi had automatically brought himself closer to you again, using the loudness of the room as an excuse.

“What do you think my costume is?”

You permitted yourself to examine him in the same way that he had done to you moments before. Everything about his outfit was exact to him. It didn’t look like a Halloween costume- probably something from his closet like yours had been. You squint your eyes again, the alcohol dulling your vision slightly. “Danny?” Your voice is small, questioning, and hopeful as your tongue passes your lips slowly, dampening them slightly, forgetting about your ruby-red lipstick. 

Javi’s eyes fall to the bright red target being highlighted to him, showing the whiteness of your teeth and the fullness of your lips. “Would you be disappointed if I’d told you I’ve never seen the movie?” He says genuinely, his eyes only looking away from your lips after he’d asked the question. 

Your eyes trickle up over his neck, the slight bob of his Adam’s apple as he waits for your response. His sharp, carved jaw twinges slightly as a smirk passes his lips, he’s looking at you looking at him. Your gaze travels up and up, resting on the cigarette that has been delicately placed on the hinge of his ear, for later clearly. 

The alcohol must’ve really been working as you softly, slowly reach for it putting the filter between your lips and finally looking up into his eyes. They look somehow darker than they did seconds ago.  “Want me to tell you about it, stud?”

[dreamescapeswriting]

Your Dirty Little Secret ~ HHJ

WORD COUNT: 3K

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: established relationships, summer romance, angst, soft ending, angsty reader, reader standing up for what she believes in, 

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

All summer break you'd spent your time with Hwang Hyunjin, the man that had the bone structure of a Calvin Klein model, long dark hair with the most breathtaking brown eyes you'd ever had the pleasure of looking into. Hyunjin was the most well-known guy in your college, everyone knew of him whether they wanted to or not. At art college, he was the star of the show with every piece that he produced. You'd known him in college before summer break but you'd never really spoken to him before.

It wasn't until he'd come into your place of work one night that the two of you even started to talk to one another, bonding over your love of art and being stuck in your town for the holidays while everyone else appeared to be having fun somewhere else.

Every night from that point on whenever you were working Hyunjin made sure to come and sit in your serving area, bringing along his art supplies so he could work while getting to talk to you the whole time. It hadn't taken long for the two of you to start going out on real dates, spending more and more time together until things began to grow physically intimate and before you knew it. You'd completely fallen head over heels in love with each other. Or so you had thought.

The whole summer you'd spent the time alone, just the two of you with no one else bothering you or interfering. This also meant you'd never met up with any of your friends or his friends, let alone meeting each other's family something - that at first - you hadn't thought much about until you'd started back at college. You thought that maybe it was just because he was busy with things he needed to do but as more time passed you realised he was avoiding you on purpose. Yesterday had really hit it home for you that he was ignoring you in front of everyone for a reason and you'd been on a downward spiral ever since. Had he hidden you over the summer because he was ashamed of you?

"Hyunjin!" You cried out as you waved over at him from across the hall, your hands struggling to clutch onto the art supplies you were attempting to carry. All week you'd been trying to get his attention and you'd put it down to the start of the new academic year as to why he was so busy.

"I think someone's calling you," A voice chuckled from beside Hyunjin but your boyfriend didn't even glance in your direction, he didn't even so much as attempt to look he just continued to walk down the hall followed by his tiny entourage of friends who were all smirking at him. You frowned as you watched them all laughing, not one of them looking over at you as they continued to poke fun at you.

"Hyunjin has always had secret admirers, if he paid attention to all of them he'd never stop talking to people." Kirsten snickered as she slowly turned her head to look at you, her long dark brown hair flicking over her shoulder as she smirked at you. Kirsten Louise had always been somewhat of an "IT" girl in your college, everyone wanted to be her friend and if they didn't want to be her friend then they simply wanted to be her. Or that was what she assumed anyway but the truth was not everyone liked her as much as she thought they did, she was just the old-school mean girl that clearly hadn't grown out of her ways yet.

"Go away, Loser, Hyunjin isn't interested in freaks like you." It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt when it did. In all honestly, it felt as though someone was taking a sledgehammer to your heart and constantly hitting it with every passing second that Hyunjin didn't jump in to defend you. Where was the sweet guy you'd spent all your summer with? Did he do it because he was bored and wanted something to do to pass the time? 

The questions hadn't stopped running rampant in your mind ever since yesterday and you were beginning to go a little insane each time a new question popped up in your head. Staring down at your sketchbook you slowly pulled your earbuds free from your ears and let out a small sigh. You were attempting to work on an assignment but it seemed as though you were in a creative rut, everything that you were trying to express only seemed to come out in poor attempts or no attempts at all. Seriously, it was as though someone had sucked all of the creative juices from your body and you were left with nothing. 

**Maybe you shouldn't have spent all your time with him this summer and you'd still be able to create art*** The stupid little voice in your head hadn't shut itself off since coming back to college and learning Hyunjin was choosing to ignore you. Not even just ignoring you but acting so cold and arrogant in front of his friends. You put your head into your hands as you tried to calm yourself down a little bit, if you thought about him any longer you were going to start crying and that was the last thing you wanted in such a public space.

"Did you get anything done this summer other than a bunch of girls?" Someone laughed really loud and obnoxiously - you knew that laugh though and you knew it belonged to Seo Changbin - one of Hyunjin's closest friends and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. You slowly looked up from under your hands and glanced around for any sign of them. Apprentantly, no corner of the college was safe from Hyujin and his merry band of loser friends that all encouraged his shitty ass behaviour. Sliding your sketchbook into your hand you were going to try and make a getaway without being spotted when you heard something you wanted to stick around for.

"You don't want to hear all of the details." Hyunjin laughed as he stood in line with the boys. He was attempting to check out another book that he needed for art studies and the boys had all decided to follow him and pester him for information on what he'd done over the summer. Not that there was much to tell, he'd spent his summer doing everything he could have ever dreamed about with you and yet he hadn't had the balls to tell them because he knew that they would treat him differently.

If he were to tell them he'd met a girl over the holidays they would do nothing be berate him for it, torture him for "settling down" even if it meant that he'd found true happiness. It just wasn't what "guys did". He hated that he was conforming to what he thought they wanted out of him but it was the only way he was going to be able to protect you from their tiny brains that only thought about one thing when it came to women.

"Are you crazy? I wanna hear about all these "many conquests" you were texting us about this summer," Changbin cried out, you could already imagine him drooling as though he was a dog after a bone and you wanted to gag. How had Hyunjin had the time to have "many conquests" when the two of you had spent every waking second together.

You'd lost count of the times you'd spent at his place instead of your own, you'd practically moved into his house for the summer only moving back when your roommates had come back and it was time to start college again.

"There were so many girls," Chan - another one of Hyunjins friends groaned out. The truth was, Hyunjin had only texted them because he needed to tell them he was doing something, he wasn't going to tell them he was with one girl.

"You think he'd settle down by now. Or at least make it one girl and into a situationship," The word tore through you like a child tearing through wrapping paper on Christmas mornings. Everything was starting to click together for you in the back of your head, the times you'd spent together ALONE. Never meeting his family or posting about your relationship anywhere, you'd never even really called each other "boyfriend" or "girlfriend" It was as though there were no labels there between you at all. 

"There always are so many girls with you, give us details...Names, do they have friends?" Changbin sounded as though he was salivating at the mouth meanwhile you could taste that dumb salty taste you got whenever you were about to be sick.

"Are you always this much of a pig?" Hynjin laughed. You'd already heard enough about his "conquests" and you'd decided you weren't going to stick around as he spread lies about what he'd done over the summer. A wave of sickness began to crash over you as you let out a small and shakey breath, standing up with so much force that you knocked the chair over and hit it against the bookcase behind you. Hyunjin's head snapped in your direction but you were already making your way out of the library with your head hanging low and he knew he'd fucked up.

That night Hyunjin made his way straight to the diner you worked in and he waited for you to come to his table but it never happened. As soon as you'd seen him sitting there you'd practically begged one of the girls to switch your sections for the night so you didn't have to face him. Who did he think he was coming here? You'd been glad when Jade told you that he'd gone home for the night. Did he think you would simply drop to your knees because he finally decided to talk to you again? No. That wasn't how things were going to work.

You shook your head as you locked the doors that night, closing shifts were always the worst when you had to bike home but it was good pay and you needed the job to pay off college debt. Hitting the shutter button you began to make your way over to your bike, ignoring the car that was still parked in the parking lot as you searched through your bag to look for your keys. It wasn't until you heard a door slam that you finally looked up,

"You're not going to talk to me?" You turned to see Hyunjin staring at you, his hands on his hips as you stared back at him.

"Oh, you wanna play that game? What do you call ignoring me at college?" You snapped back at him, you weren't going to simply roll over and accept that this was the normal thing to do. If he was so ashamed of you then he should at least have the balls to tell you that to your face and not lead you on all summer.

"I was protecting you," He stepped closer to you but you took a big step back, shaking your head at him. You didn't want him to get too close to you, to be able to touch you as you knew you'd fold for him you were that in love with him.

"Protecting me by hiding me like I'm a secret?" You folded your arms across your chest, you had no idea where the sudden boost of confidence was coming from but you weren't about to let him walk all over you and treat you like an idiot.

"I thought you wanted privacy." You scoffed at him as he tried to justify his actions, none of what he did was for you. It was all for him and his selfish, egotistical reasons.

"No, you wanted that. I didn't care if people knew about us, it was you that did." He stepped closer to you as you shook your head at him, tears welling up in your eyes as you did your best not to break down in front of him. All afternoon you'd been thinking about what you would do if he ever spoke to you again and this wasn't on your list of things.

"Let me make it up to you." He pleaded, his voice shaking a little as you shook your head at him. What could he do? Everything wasn't going to be fine at the snap of his fingers, it wasn't as though he could just magically make all of this go away,

"How? Are you suddenly going to tell everyone you were lying about what you did over the summer? Are you going to parade me around like I'm your next conquest?" 

"Yn." His voice softened as did his eyes but you shook your head, unlocking the chain on your bike before climbing on top of it. You weren't going to sit here and be treated like that, you had more dignity than that.

"I will not be your dirty little secret Hyunjin! I'm not someone that hides, I'm not some side chick!" And with that you rode off, leaving him to watch after you in the dark, his hands clenching into fists at the thought of you heading home alone in the dark. 

The next few weeks passed in a blur, you'd barely done anything but focus on your studies and work. It was a constant stream of going to college, to work and then home to sleep, you were running on autopilot but it was the way you were able to get anything done. 

"Working yourself to exhaustion isn't a healthy coping mechanism," Jade told you as you lent against your locker exhausted from the shift you'd taken last night. You'd picked up extra shifts lately trying to distract yourself from the heartache you were beginning to feel,

"I'm fine," You grumbled at her, finishing the last of your energy drink before throwing it into the nearby bin and shaking your head at her,

"If you go any further you'll end up like him." You glanced over in the direction she was looking and you could have fallen over at the sight of Hyunjin. His normally styled black hair was a matted mess, he was dressed in sweatpants - something he never would have worn to college before - and he looked like an utter mess.

"What happened to him?" Jade frowned when she noticed him making his way over to you, your breath catching in your throat as you stared at him with widened eyes. Your heart wanted you to reach out and look after him but your head was screaming at you to walk away from him like he had done to you at the end of summer,

"Yn, please forgive me. I can't function without you," He was talking a little louder than usual and you shook your head, at him the last thing you wanted was for him to make a scene.

"Hyunjin, not here." You pleaded with him but he stared at you, tears running down his cheeks as he shook his head.

"I'm not going to hide it anymore, let me prove it." He smirked at you, your eyes widening as you shook your head at him hoping he wasn't going to do what you thought he was going to do.

"You already did, let's go and talk somewhere privately, where people aren't staring at us." You took his hand in yours but he pulled you toward him, by now everyone who was within earshot had heard the two of you talking and were watching the show.

"Over the summer I told people I was sleeping with multiple girls but the truth was and remains to be that I was in a happy relationship with Yn," Your whole body was on fire as you heard people around you gasping a little, mumbling to one another as you pulled on Hyunjins hand to get him away from the crowd.

"You proved your point, Hyunjin." You hissed out but he turned to look you in the eyes,

"I fucked up by not telling the truth so this is me telling everyone in hopes that she'll come back to me even though I don't deserve it." You smiled weakly at people who were staring at you and you pulled Hyunjin toward an empty classroom, pushing him inside as you slammed the door behind you.

"You're an idiot." You whined out as he smirked at you, your heart racing rapidly as he stepped closer to you, his arms snaking around your waist as he bought you closer to him.

"An idiot that loves you," He cooed out making you hit his chest softly,

"You're an idiot. You think that's just going to win me back easily?" You stared at him, it was starting to win you back but it didn't mean you were going to cave into him so easily about it.

"No, but I hoped it would be a good starting point." He looked at you with pleading eyes and your heart just about melted into his hands,

"Hyunjin-" You tried to tell him that you were going to try and forgive him but he cut you off quickly,

"Please, just let me try and make this up to you," You were already going to agree but seeing him beg like this made you smirk a little and you nodded.

"You have one chance," You warned him before quickly kissing his cheek and smiling a little, the two of you heading out of the room hand in hand.

It had taken a while for you to truly forgive Hyunjin but once you had things were on the up and up between you and you were closer than you'd ever been in the summer. Even coming to do your final project at college together and getting one of the best grades you could have ever gotten with him. The two of you were like an unstoppable power couple.

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[juiles]

I will always need you my love.

Summary: You and your sister are super close but you don't feel like you have a relationship with your mother anymore until she finally sees you.

Type: hurt and comfort, fluff, fluff and more fluff.

Triggers: a small panic attack but nothing else.

Masterlist!

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My little sister Rose was my entire life. I spent my entire life keeping her safe and doing anything she needs from me. My mom was there as well I suppose but this little girl was my entire world.

I was sitting in her room watching her play with her barbies, having taken a break from her endless game. She looked up at me with a massive pout making me raise her eyebrow at her. “Yes peanut?”

“I’m hungryyyyyyyyyy…” She whined playfully making me laugh.

“So lets go get something to eat then!” I said excitedly making her laugh. I stood up and scooped her up placing her on my hip. She instantly wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck leaning her head on my shoulder. “What does my princess want?”

“Your mac and cheese!!!” She said bouncing slightly in my arms, I walked down the stairs telling her a story about a princess, I then placed her on the counter after grabbing everything I needed from around the kitchen and put a hand on her leg as I started cooking her favourite food in the world. I grabbed my phone and connected it to the wireless speaker around the house and put on her favourite playlist, which is currently compiled of mostly Encanto, Frozen, and most classic Disney movies. I stirred the pasta into the boiling water and watched as she did a little dance sitting on the counter.

We both turned and smiled as our mom walked into the kitchem, putting her bag on the island before walking over to us. She placed a kiss on my head then smothered Rose with kisses. “Mac and Cheese?” She asked motioning to the ingredients laid out. “Let me guess, the princess requested it?”

I laughed and nodded leaning against the counter. “She’s just so cute!” I said looking at the 4 year old now clinging to our moms hand as she played with her rings. “I can’t say no to her. Anyways, we need some groceries so I figured I would take her to the store after we eat, a little trip before bedtime.”

“You don’t have to baby. I can do that if you want.” Scarlett said with a soft smile towards me. “Or we could all go together?” The smile on my face grew and both of us instantly started nodding. “I’ll take that as a yes!”

“I love shopping with mama and sissy!!” Rose said bouncing on the counter, mum placed her hands on her knees to keep her from bouncing off the counter. “I know princess.”

I smiled softly as I stepped away to finish the food before putting it in bowls and the three of us sat at the table and ate. After we finished, mum took rose upstairs to get ready and I cleaned up from dinner before grabbing my shoes and jacket. I looked out the window and saw mums car already gone, my heart sank. I know she loves me but sometimes she gets so focused on Rose, she forgets that I also exist. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I slowly made my way to the couch, sliding down to be curled up against the arm rest, my knees pulled up to my chest.

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up around an hour later to the door opening and Rose screaming. I jumped up, forgetting I had been crying and ran towards the door to find Rose, red in the face, slumped on the floor screaming. I quickly moved forward and scooped her up. She thrashed around for a few minutes before realizing it was me and her arms wrapped around my neck and her screams turned into sobs into my neck.

“Y/n?” I heard my moms voice making me look up at her before quickly turning on my heel and made my way to Rose’s room. I took her jacket and shoes off and had her calm and curled up in my arms on her bed. I rubbed her back as she sniffled.

“What happened princess?” I murmured into her dirty blonde hair, she pulled her head out of my neck and looked up at me, her red and tear stained face breaking my heart.

“Mama forgot you… I sleep and mama no bring you to store…” She muttered making my eyes well up. I quickly swallowed the lump that reformed in my throat at the thought of my mother forgetting about me yet again and I quickly smothered her in kisses.

“It’s okay rosie… I was really sleepy anyways so I had a nap.” I said smiling at my baby sister, she sniffled and nodded before burying back into me. “Why don’t we get you in the bath and in bed. I’ll sing you, your song tonight okay?” she nodded excitedly and with a real amile on her face, she ran to the bathroom that joined our rooms together. I followed quickly and ran her a bath. I helped her take her clothes off and she climbed into the tub.

With a little help from me, she got her body washed then I washed and conditioned her hair before rinsing it out. I sat back and let her play for a little before I picked her up in her fluffy towel and took her back into her room. We got her changed into her pyjamas and I brushed her hair out and put it into two French braids. She laid down in her bed and I tucked her in before singing to her.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are grey, you’ll never know dear, how much I love you, please don’t take my sunshine away.” I sang to her, my raspy voice putting her to sleep almost right away. I kissed her head and turned towards her door to see my mom standing there, tears running down her face. I shot her a look before quietly going through our bathroom and closing my door as I walked into my room. My mom was stood at my main door when I got in.

“I’m not in the mood…” I muttered sitting on my bed pulling my phone out.

“I need-“

“No. You don’t get to do anything…” I cut her off shooting her a glare. She took a breath and nodded, closing her eyes. “You forgot me again. Mom you forgot all about me! It was my idea to bring her to the store and we talked about it over dinner!”

“You need a break…” She said quietly making me look up at her. “I see what you do for your sister y/n. I see how much you do for me. It’s not fair. You’re 17 years old, you shouldn’t be raising your sister but I’m always so busy that I just let you do it. I love you baby… I won’t let you do this alone anymore…” My eyes widened at hearing her words and as she turned around, I threw myself on her back hugging her tightly from behind. She managed to turn in my arms and pulled me closer to her.

“I never ever meant to make you feel like I don’t care about you or that I forgot about you. I thought you wouldn’t enjoy doing things with me anymore because you’re a teenager. That you don’t need me anymore. You’ve always been so independent but you are still my baby. My first born, and I’m so sorry ever made you feel less than.”

I just sobbed into her neck, one hand going up to wrap my fingers in her hair, the other clinging to the back of her shirt, afraid to let go. “I’ll always need you mama…”

She rubbed my back, her other hand, scratching my scalp, something that always calmed me down. She picked me up and carried me over to my bed. She pulled me into her lap and smothered my head in kisses. “And I will always need you love.”

[laurrelise]

saw your tua post about five i dont go here but i need to know did they pull an incest again. is that why everyones mad or did the ship just suck

ok so i’m assuming you’re talking about season 4!! i’ll leave this part very vague and spoiler free and if you don’t mind more specific spoilers (only about the ship, not about the actual end of the season) than check under the cut! :)

ok so not incest this time. the ship just reeeeeally sucks because it’s not only out of character but it ruined multiple arcs and relationships.

unhinged angry explanation of my least favorite part about season 4 below the cut!! (beware: yapping)

ok hi again! so five and lila get together. they fall for each other after they get stuck between timelines in this alternate dimension subway station thing, and they spend 7 years trying to find their way back home.

it turns out that lila was only doing it to survive because she needed something to hold onto while five, having been through this once before, had fallen head over heels for her.

he withholds information that can take them home for 6 months and lila is pissed and tells him it wasn’t real because she wants to get home to diego and her children, and five tells her that she knows she’s happier between timelines with him, blah blah blah it’s a whole thing.

five reluctantly goes back with lila and it’s really awkward and he’s pissed at diego (even though it was LITERALLY NEVER HIS FAULT) because lila is clearly still in love with him. they argue a little, lila gets between them, diego suspects something’s going on and asks, and then the truth unfolds and he’s (REASONABLY) heartbroken. it’s really sad to watch tbh

anyways then the end of the world starts to happen once again and i won’t go into specific spoilers for that because it would take WAY too long but basically five and diego are beating the shit out of each other and five literally outright says “i wanna fucking kill him” and lila tells him that it’s over between them and he goes and sulks because he was truly in love blah blah blah blah blah. anyways

it ends with five and diego hating each other. and it’s really fucking frustrating. and i really don’t mind what people ship for the most part, but this specific ship pissed me the fuck off because it should NOT have been canon. in my mind it still isn’t canon because this whole season sucked ass and i refuse to accept it as real.

you’re telling me five hargreeves, the man who survived for 45+ years with the single goal to save his family gave up on them after 7 years with the only other person around because he fell for her? why the hell was this necessary? why did the writers do this bro 😭 that is not the five i spent 3 seasons absolutely cherishing. i refuse to accept it

but also you’re telling me that the entire show ends with five hating diego and diego hating him?????? this entire season was SO out of character for the both of them but i STILL can’t get over (and will absolutely NEVER get over) that the writers really thought they could get away with the hargreeves despising each other like this. so pissed about this season omfg

so not only was the ship problematic for age differences on BOTH ends (fives body was 19 but lila’s was 36ish, probably older, while fives mind was 64 while she was AGAIN 36ish???? like how did they manage to make it pedophilic on both ends bro lmfao) (and do not even get me STARTED on the age differences of the actors and the fact that this has clearly been planned since aidan was a very young minor and the writers were waiting around for him to become 18 so it would be legal like fucking creeps) but it also involved cheating / homewrecking (with family no less) as well as multiple relationships ruined. i LOVED five and diego as a duo before. why the FUCK was this necessary *i scream from the rooftops*

anyways sorry for my chronic yapping, that is all.

i hate five x lila, have a good day.

[charliespringsleftconverse]

Sweet Love Beneath The Christmas Tree - Chapter Three

Word Count: 3135 | Read on AO3

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Write's Notes: I want you to know that I had no idea what I was doing in this chapter. I’m an avid smut reader but I had never written smut myself for the consumption of others so I gave this chapter my all! 😂 Let’s just say, this chapter has no plot! I was even editing this TODAY and ended up adding even more to it because I’m a menace to society 😂 Anyway, ENJOYYYY @thevalkyriesshadow @acotargiftexchange

Warnings: This three-chapter story contains mature content such as smut in the third chapter. Reader discretion is advised. Age advisory 18+

Gwyn waltzed her way back to the sofa, playfully twirling and dancing in her peony-colored dress until she reached the living room, where she dropped next to Azriel, who was turning on the closed captions on the television. If there was one thing Azriel was really good at, it was being attentive to others' needs—definitely not his own, considering he should have paid more attention to his landing earlier when jumping off the roof. Not his smartest move. That aside, Azriel was good about paying attention to the small things those around him preferred, especially Gwyn. She was his other half, and it went without saying that Azriel was head over heels for her. 

To Azriel, Gwyn wasn’t sunshine or daisies, she was like a droplet of rain. She was gentle to the touch and refreshing to the taste, and by gods was that taste addicting. A smile painted the corner of his lips as she nestled on the sofa. He knew for certain that Gwyn couldn’t watch a single show or movie without the closed captions or subtitles on. She’d mentioned to him once when they first started seeing each other that she liked knowing what the background characters were saying or doing as the captions clued the viewer in on tiny, hidden secrets one wouldn’t traditionally catch by simply listening. A theory that he tested to be true and had indulged her since. Hence, why he was making sure their movie included captions. 

“Cookies are in the oven so I am ready when you are,” chirped Gwyn. Tugging on a soft blanket from the basket near the sofa, she wrapped them both in it. It was a smooth plush white blanket with blue snowflakes big enough for two. With cold winter breeze constantly blowing through the tall trees and the ongoing temperature drops, the cabin was never short of coverings to keep warm. 

The screen flicked at the click of a button and the movie started. Within a couple of minutes, they found themselves enjoying cookies and more hot cocoa by the fire. Once the sun kissed the mountain peaks goodnight, the moon stretched above the trees like a child ready to play peaking through the snowy trunks. Night quickly fell within half an hour into the film. Gwyn and Azriel had been too entranced to notice the bright moonlight shining through the window into the living room. The magic of Christmas unfolding before their eyes had captivated them with elves living at the North Pole, Santa prepping for his big day, and talking reindeer with peculiar personalities. They were too entranced by the magic of their childhood, and a chance to believe in it all again for just a moment. 

After taking another sip from his sleigh-shaped festive mug, Azriel glanced over at Gwyn. “I have to confess. When I was younger, like seven years old. I had a huge crush on the girl elf who brought Santa his hot chocolate.”

Gwyn chuckled. “That’s fair. She’s adorable and I can see the appeal for seven-year-old you.” There wasn’t a single person in Gwyn’s life who hadn’t developed a crush on an actor or the actor's portrayal of a certain character. Like that one time Gwyn had fallen in love with Kylo Ren from Star Wars and proceeded to watch every film with Adam Driver in it only to discover she wasn’t in love with the actor, just their portrayal of a specific character. 

Taking a sip from her hot cocoa, Gwyn snuggled closer to Azriel. “I also had a crush on one of the boys in the movie too, you know?”

“Tim Allen as Santa?” Azriel smirked and glanced down at his own Santa suit. There was always a bit of fun in teasing Gwyn. Her freckles would emphasize when her cheeks turned red which made him want to kiss every single one across her face. 

Gwyn laughed. “No!”

“What, Santa doesn’t do it for you? C’mon, the man, the myth, the legend!” Azriel pointed at the screen. It was perfect timing as a fully bearded man in a red suit appeared on screen. 

“Why would little me have a crush on Santa?!” Gwyn nudged him while laughing. Reaching over the end of the sofa, she put her hot cocoa down. 

“Don’t you? I mean,” Azriel gestured at himself.

“I mean, I certainly like my Santa.” Gwyn sat on her knees facing him. “But that’s different.”

“Well, I certainly like my elf.” Azriel inched closer, not close enough for what he wanted to do but enough to give Gwyn the opening. To give her the chance to close the gap. Gwyn bit her lip in an attempt to contain herself, but her smile still pushed through. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

No matter how long they had been together, Azriel still made Gwyn feel a certain type of way. 

There was a tingling sensation in her chest like the soft tickle from a feather or the gentle caress of a butterflies wings. Inching closer, Gwyn dared to play the game.“Do you, Santa?” 

They were practically sharing one breath now. Azriel hummed, a sound that sent an electrical current down to Gwyn’s toes. 

“Too bad Santa’s injured,” said Gwyn as she pulled away. They both could play at this little game but she wanted to take the lead. She wanted him in the palm of her hand. She wanted him to beg for it. If he pleaded her name, Gwyn would know immediately that Azriel was waving a white flag—surrendering. The man was always down bad for her, but when she took charge, Azriel was nothing but putty in her hands. Sitting back on her knees, Gwyn pretended to look interested in the film once again. Luckily, this was a holiday classic; Gwyn could practically recite some scenes from memory. In all honesty, Gwyn was much more invested in this little game than in the movie but she wouldn’t let him in on that yet.

“Gwyn.”

Oh? There was a tingling feeling that buzzed from her chest, down her spine, to her toes when he said her name. Azriel’s eyes sparkled with more than just a challenge. It wasn’t often he showed his cards early but Gwyn appreciated it all the same. Check. There was nothing she enjoyed more than teasing him. They were a match made in heaven in that way. 

Slowly, inching toward him, Gwyn put her fingers in his soft raven hair and kissed him. She made sure to drag her motions out, nice and slow. Very slow. Her lips moved up and down against Azriel’s passionately, he tasted like peppermint and chocolate, with her fingers slowly running through his hair. After a full minute, Gwyn pulled back first. She opened her eyes, glanced down at his pants, and then back up to quite the achievement. Check.

“Gwyneth Berdara,” Azriel whispered, eyes closed. “You will be the death of me.”

Checkmate.

She smiled against his lips as he pulled her in again by the neck, desire coursing through. Gwyn couldn’t help but moan this time against Azriel’s mouth when he bit her bottom lip. Oh, yes. Gwyn thought she could hold back but she wanted him just as much—needed him just as much. Something ignited inside of her like sparklers on New Year's. Warmth flooded her chest, her cheeks, and down her body. Pushing Azriel back against the sofa, Gwyn climbed over him and straddled his lap. Azriel’s hands quickly found purchase on her hips and lower back. Gwyn began shifting her hips rubbing herself against him, creating friction between their two bodies to soothe the aching feeling between her legs. This felt like more than just some normal kiss, it was electrifying. It always was for Gwyn and she could feel his hardness rubbing against where she wanted him most. When their kiss broke, Gwyn let out a ragged breath and allowed herself to enjoy the feather-light trails his mouth left down her neck. 

Azriel took off her belt, unbuttoned her dress, and tugged at the dress opening exposing her neck and collarbone. There, he trailed kisses that graduated into long strokes of his lips up and down licking her body. Gwyn wanted more. She wanted him against her neck, his mouth on her breast, and his fingers rubbing her in all the right places. Gods, she wanted him inside of her. Not yet. Not until she had her fun.

Unbuttoning her dress, Azriel was quick to pull her bra down and her breasts up so he could taste her. That had her moaning. “Just like that,” Gwyn sighed.

Both of her hands found purchase in his hair and tugged to bring him closer. He sucked against her chest capturing her nipple. He made sure to give her breasts the attention they needed, slowly and passionately. One of Gwyn’s hands cradled Azriel’s head exactly where he was while the other traveled between their bodies. She could feel the wetness accumulating between her legs. Gwyn reached through his pants and stroked against his length. Azriel groaned and gently scraped his teeth against her nipple. She wanted him desperately but she wasn’t done having her fun. Sighing against his sturdy frame, Gwyn murmured, “I want you.”

Breathly against his ear, she continued. “I want to take you in my mouth.” Gwyn felt his body shiver and his length twitch against her palm. 

Azriel groaned into her breasts, teeth scraping deliciously against her sensitive peaks.

Standing, Gwyn let her dress fall to the ground and unhooked her bra while Azriel unbuckled himself. Once comfortably on her knees, Gwyn did the rest. She glanced up at those glittering brown eyes whose attention was all on her. Azriel’s eyes were wholly on Gwyn’s, their breathing ragged, granting her permission to do what she wanted to him. She wanted his eyes on her when she took him in her mouth. She wanted to see the look on his face when she did. She wanted to see him lose control at the feel of her touch. For now, her hands stroked him in preparation.

“You look good on your knees, Berdara.”

Bringing herself closer, Gwyn smiled to herself before she kissed the tip of his length causing it to twitch in her hands.  She took her time kissing him down and then back up. The motion sent a shudder down Azriel’s back. Gwyn then placed her lips back on the tip and enveloped him in her mouth. Azriel moaned gripping the sofa. Meanwhile, Gwyn took her time taking him inch by inch, until she was all the way down before coming back up. Azriel couldn’t stop himself from gathering her hair to marvel at Gwyn, her mouth, and the way her breasts moved as she took down his full length.

“You have no idea how much I want you.” Azriel gripped her hair tighter trying his best to not guide her himself or lose control. Even though he was certainly close to losing it.

Gwyn took the comment as an opening to hollow her cheeks and start a sucking motion. This had Azriel breathing harder in seconds and speaking in tongues. At this moment, her mouth was his center of gravity and she was a force to be reckoned with. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” said Azriel. The first word dragged out like a song.

“Begging already?”

Azriel chuckled.

“My turn,” answered Azriel, a shift in his voice. Shuffling out of his pants, he patted the sofa to which Gwyn obliged. Once Gwyn took her seat, it was Azriel who was on his knees. He reached up to kiss her and then sat back. With eyes on hers, he took off whatever remaining clothes she had and tossed them to the side. Azriel began placing two initial kisses, one on each of her knees before gently using both hands to spread her open and admire what he needed on display. He kissed his way closer, down her thighs, until he reached his destination. 

“You're soaking wet for me, baby.” Azriel had never been one for dirty talk but after learning that it made Gwyn’s body respond a certain way, well, he deemed it critical since then. As much as he wanted to dismiss the books that Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta constantly giggled about, there was something to be learned from them. Azriel had read a couple, purely to understand what was so great about those ‘smutty books’. It was in moments like this that he was grateful for the lessons that literature could teach. And so Azriel brought his mouth closer and gently began to stroke her center. Intuitively, her body pushed him closer to where she needed him, her legs voluntarily spreading for him. 

“So responsive.” Azriel chuckled. 

Licking her in upward motions, he took his time between her legs. Gwyn began to sing the tune to his favorite song with gasps and sighs in different pitches. He harmonized to the melody humming while he worked in between her legs. A proud composer of his musical work. After several minutes of Gwyn shifting and quietly calling for him, Azriel looked up at her with dark eyes seeking permission as he placed two fingers at her entrance. Gwyn nodded breathlessly—desperately. Please, her eyes seemed to plead. 

“I need a verbal,” said Azriel.

“Yes,” Gwyn half whispered.

As he provided his full attention to the task, Azriel pushed two fingers inside of her and quickly found his favorite spot. The Ah spot, named after his favorite sound that Gwyn made. Stroking slowly inside of her, Azriel began to build a pattern with his mouth and fingers. Gwyn couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her. Her head pressed further back into the sofa and her hands dug into Azriel’s hair. 

“Don't stop. Please, don't stop.” 

“Begging already?” Azriel teased.

Gwyn’s moans turned louder as she felt her arousal continuing to build inside of her. She only hoped her earlier teasing didn’t come to bite her in the ass right now. She wouldn’t be able to take it if Azriel decided to use this moment to completely stop. 

“Just, like that, oh… god.” Gwyn’s legs began to shake as her body closed in on Azriel’s fingers. She could feel herself dancing and falling over the precipice and she couldn’t have him stop. With a hand outstretched on Azriel’s head, she held him in place, Gwyn’s other hand reached toward her breast, squeezing. Azriel made sure to not leave the other without equal care and reached for her other breast. Gwyn’s eyes shut as she reveled in the blissful feeling, a growing crescendo that soon toppled over. 

Without hesitation, Gwyn begged for more. “I need you, Azriel.”

Azriel was up and ready but Gwyn placed a hand on his chest and uttered one word. “Sofa.”

Right, my foot. Understanding what she meant, Azriel sat back on the sofa allowing Gwyn to straddle him. Azriel pulled off his shirt, tossed it across the room, and captured Gwyn’s face with both hands pulling her in for a kiss. Pushing her chest against his, Gwyn lined up his length before slowly sinking down inch by inch until she was fully seated. Their lips parted as they moaned at the delicious feeling. 

“I love that sound you make,” said Azriel. 

Gwyn felt her body respond to the comment.

“I'm not gonna last long if you tighten up like that, sweetheart.” Azirel placed his forehead against hers.

“Sorry,” she said breathlessly. “You have that effect on me.”

Azriel chuckled and kissed her deeper. 

Gwyn began to ride him slowly allowing them to explore each other. Their kisses evolved from sweet passion to desperate desire and need. As desire grew, so did Gwyn’s pace. Their touches grew hungrier and more assertive. One of Azriel’s hands played with Gwyn’s breast, fingertips twisting her nipple slightly while the other was sure to hold her closer by the waist. Meanwhile, Gwyn’s hands found purchase on his chest and around his neck. The room grew heavier as it filled with heavy breathing, the sound of skin-on-skin contact, and the melody their moans created in each other's mouths.

“Gwyn,” Azriel begged. He was close but he couldn’t let go without her. 

“Yes.” One word was all she said.

Azriel brought one of his hands in between them and stimulated Gwyn where she was most sensitive. He rubbed against her bundle of nerves and immediately felt a shift. Azriel felt Gwyn catch her breath and her body tense in anticipation. Her entire body pressed closer to him but she never stopped moving and neither did he as he thrusted back into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. 

“Let go, sweetheart,” said Azriel.

They were both flushed, skin glistening but neither stopping. One more push and pull and they were on what felt like an infinite high that would never descend. The moment Azriel felt Gwyn’s body fully tense above him, his own release followed. She clung to him desperately even after the last roll of her hips, catching her breath but also as she tried to find a way to come back to her body. They stayed there, catching their breath, not moving for a while. Every time they touched like this, it was electrical and like something out of a movie or a book. Gwyn couldn’t believe that touching Azriel felt like this every time, like she belonged to him as he did to her. She hoped they never grew out of this craving desire. Catching her breath, realization dawned on Gwyn.

“We can’t be doing this again with a baby in the house,” said Gwyn, her eyes wide. 

Oh my god. The one time we hook up on the sofa. Gwyn couldn’t believe that, of course, the one time there was a baby in the house was the moment that they decided to get wild in a common area. This would have felt normal had any of the other couples done it but this was out of the ordinary for them. Azriel and Gwyn tended to keep to themselves in their room. This… this was new.

Azriel let out a full belly laugh. “They could walk in here at any moment, and that’s what you’re worried about?” 

Gwyn slapped Azriel across the chest. As much as she wanted to be mad at him, she was also a contributor. She could only hope that the village town center was sufficiently interesting enough on Christmas Eve to give the two of them more time to clean up.

“C’mon, before anyone comes knocking through that door and we have to explain why we’re naked in the living room.” Gwyn stood from the sofa and began gathering her clothes and throwing them in the laundry room. 

“I don’t think any explanation is needed.”

“Azriel!”

[lexi0widow]

Wassup bestie, just as promised im here- and with a request for Stu macher, because there simply isn’t enough content for that lovely man! ;v;

so, could I request Stu with an Alt S/O, who finds out he’s one of the killers, and she’s just like, “…that’s..that’s kinda hot-“ and she just doesn’t give a fuck that he’s one of the killers-

dnhdjdhej-

I’m sorry but I can’t be normal about him. Could it be HC format, and you can add in NSFW if you like. anyways, feel free to dilute/take out some parts of this ask and, remember, take your time, and have a great day/night!

AHH!! I’m in love with this idea thank you for the request and apologies for taking so long!! 🫶🏻

STU MACHER x ALT!READER

So like

He LOVES you so much

literally everything about you, how you dress, your personality EVERYTHING

hes head over mf heels

If you wear platforms hes asking to try them on at least 10 times per day

I hc Stu as like super tall (like 6’4) so if you wear platforms he loves that hes not the only tall one anymore

Anytime you buy new clothes he needs a fashion show

Hes setting up a red carpet just so you can show him the new earrings you bought

Speaking of jewellery he loves buying you different stuff

Earrings, necklaces, bracelets anything you can think of hes bought you it at least once

If you dye your hair hes 100% helping you

He genuinely could care less about the mess you two make of his bathroom he wants to help!

He would spend all his time in your room if it matched your aesthetic (even if it didn’t hes still there everyday)

He buys you gothic stuff to decorate your room with

‘What do you mean you don’t need plastic bats to hang from the ceiling?’

Stares at you whilst you’re doing your makeup

As for the killer part

Hes SO nervous to tell you

Like i said he loves you and he 100% does not wanna lose you

So when you come home one day and hes standing with a knife in his hand covered in blood he damn near has a mental breakdown

But when you’re like

‘Lowkey- Thats hot-‘

OH MY GOD

Its like hes just fallen in love with you all over again

Tries to get you to join him and billy

Understands if you don’t want to

Is literally jumping around in happiness if you say yes

He loves you either way

NSFW

If you have any sensitive spots with piercings or tattoos good luck

Stu knows about them and he is absolutely using them against you

Lowkey hes down to try anything

He will sub if you ask him too

He will dom if you ask him too

He just wants you to be happy

And he wants to make you cum

Over and over again

Can do praise but he can also degrade

Or both at the same time

Whatever works for you

‘F-fuck such a good little slut for me aren’t you?’

Whimpers

Sorry but it had to be said Stu whimpers

Only cares about you

He would rather make you cum 1000 times and him not at all

then him cum and you have to fake it

Also wants you to be comfortable all the time

Makes a safe word even if it isn’t super rough

You’ve seen his tounge

He can do wonders with that tounge

Just wants his whore to have a good time <3

I hope that was okay my love<33 thank you so much for your request it was super fun to do

My asks are open for anyone else with requests!!

[tomatoswup]

Thanks for answering! My ask is gonna contain spoilers for Trigun Maximum. And I'm writing this again cuz tumblr hates me.

Could you write about Vash and his romantic partner reuniting after Wolfwood helps him escape from the Ark? The blanket he's wrapped in is big enough for two and he needs to be held ngl especially after being held for so many months.

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warnings/tags: Manga Spoilers,,,angst,,,hurt/comfort,,reunion,, poor Vash :(,,, i think i made this sadder than it was suppose to be,,, I'M SORRY ANON I'M JUST DRAMATIC,,,Vulnerable Vash,,, it's okay reader and vash cry it out together 🥹,,, i was listening to The Cure while writing this i swear i was INFLUENCED.

A/N: ....im so sorry anON NFLKSNLKSNDKNSD,,,, hEARTWRENCHING STUFF I KNOW😭😭😭😭 I'm so sorry on this late request tho!!!! I was everywhere for the past few weeks away from home but I'm slowly getting back into the rhythm of writing again (also recovering from my mini writers block) Oh how the world knows I love writing gut wrenching stuff hehehehe... Enjoy~🫶

There were times you wished life was...normal. Why couldn't you have fallen in love with someone else?

To spare yourself from those sobbing nights, save yourself from breaking your head over a problematic man like him. But those butterflies and baskets of pastries said otherwise to your heart, and the kind nature of his that just brought you in deeper and deeper.

Life was never so simple was it?

You never did like it that way anyways.

And perhaps after spending so much time with him, with them, that it made you stray away from that idea of something "normal" that you had imagined so long ago. When you did, he was always in it.

But no matter who it is, or who had done what, No Man's land spared no mercy for the weak, for the strong, or for those who just simply wanted to love.

And those long days felt like a nightmare you had wanted to wake up from.

7 months since the spiky haired goofball of your boyfriend had danced his way into your kitchen, calling out your name as you couldn't help but chuckle at the way he playfully pranced around, tapping the tops of your shoulders with his fingers.

"Hey you didn't have to wait for me ya' know!" He beamed, a twinkle in his eye as you set food down on the wooden table. "Vash you know I'll always wait for you."

"I knoww~ But I don't deserv-"

"Don't! Say what I think you were gonna say." You huffed out, having brought out a box from the side and putting it on the table "You deserve more than you think. Now cmon, I passed by the bakery and got some pastries and donuts. You said you liked the normal ones right? They were kinda pricy but I still-"

Vash momentarily droned out what you were saying, eyeing the way you moved, the faint blush on your soft cheeks as the heels of your shoes sounded out against the wooden floor boards under your feet.

Caring, smooth, quick.

The corners of his mouth lifted up, smiling from the curious gaze he had given you, eyes crinkling at the edges as he gave himself a playful nod in affirmation before sneaking up behind you.

Muah!

The quick kiss he gave you on the cheek snapped you out of your rambling, as his clothed arms snaked around your waist in a warm embrace.

"Thank you love..."

7 months since you had come back from town, having gotten things you needed, that you stood in the hot, dry sand. With a basket in hand, you looked up at your porch from a bit away. Spotting Wolfwood, you had instinctively raised your hand to greet the priest before holding your voice back. Something was wrong.

Very wrong. And you had a gut feeling it was gonna be a while.

The disheveled and dirtied state he was in and his cross laid out beside him as the knuckles of his cut-up hands were close to knocking on your door before he slowly turned towards you, having heard your steps in the sand.

Onyx eyes full of gloom, regret, and...

Your blood went cold, feeling a knife stab right into your stomach as you just stood there. The realization dawning upon you, eyes slowly widening at the prospective of what had come about of your lover.

May the world please bring him back to you. Please let Knives spare mercy on these two sides of a battlefield that he shared against his brother. The deserts had gone quiet again, your basket laid forgotten in the sand as nights came and gone.

Let Vash come home.

An aching eternity it felt like, some days you went staring at his empty chair at the dinner table, or whenever you helped up on the floating ship, imagining the ghost of a laugh he would let out whenever he saw the residents aboard.

It was tiring, and those restless nights thinking about what his brother was doing to him, those treacherous thoughts were ones you feared.

But the day Milly and Meryl had knocked on your door with the news that Vash was back home, away from The Ark, was one that you would never forget. How could you?

With how you scrambled around the house, you hadn't noticed how fast your legs hauled you over to the ship when you had been close to dry heaving, finally standing in front of one metallic door to the many rooms it held.

He's here!

Vash is back! He's- He's-

You tried to catch your breath, a sweaty hand on your chest as the voices behind the door faintly sounded out, making the depths of your body churn in worry and nervousness.

Shit, maybe you should've given him some time to recover. Did you act a bit too quickly? But after all of these months... You should let him rest-

"Ah!" You squawked out, hastily taking a few steps back as the door swung right open, revealing a tightly bundled up Wolfwood as he stepped out, shutting the door right behind him before shooting you a calm gaze.

"Ya know, I'm surprised you didn't just run right in. Blondie even cleared the room out before you got here." Passing by you, you couldn't help but watch as he began his stride down the hall.

Wait.

"WOLFWOOD!" You called out, making him stop in his tracks as he turned his head to the side.

"Thank you. I don't how to repay y-"

Letting out a big sigh to cut you off, he scratched the side of his head "You ain't repayin' me shit, just get in there already. I'll catch up later.."

What kind of man would Wolfwood be to keep two lovers apart anyways?

'A sinful man I would be...' He pondered for just a moment before leaving you behind, leaving you alone to take his word. And with sweaty palms, you indeed did, putting a hand on the cold metallic door knob, turning and pushing it open.

With cold air hitting the surface of your face, you noted the large coffee table and couches in the room, mugs and plates scattered around as you took a few more steps inside. Signs of life...

"You're okay..." You heard a voice say out, making you whip your head to the right and being met with another blanketed bundle of man sat on the couch. But how couldn't you recognize that soft gaze of blue, the messy blonde hair and pink slippers on his scarred feet? Vash tiredly smiled up at you, tilting his head to the side as he looked you up and down.

God how could he smile after so much?

His pink cheeks had sullen, the purple bags under his eyes prominent as the exhaustion was obvious, but he kept that same kind smile after everything he had gone through.

How?

How?

"You look goo- WOAH!" He gaped out in surprise, quickly throwing his arms wide open to catch your figure as you threw yourself at him and into a tight hug, pushing the both of you guys back onto the olden couch.

And before you knew it, the both of you had cuddled up against each other on said couch as you held Vash's head up against your chest, the pads of your fingers soothing the side of his cheek as you rested your chin on top of his head.

"Oh Vash..." You quivered, trying hold back the tears in your eyes as you felt his arms around your waist tighten, the blanket the two of you had been wrapped in rustling as he brought himself in closer.

The weight on his chest hurt, and it felt so heavy.

"I'm sorry." He choked out as you felt tads of wetness on your shirt, his sobs filling the emptiness of the air as his rough hands gripped the back of your shirt in desperation.

It didn't matter how hot the bare skin of his chest felt under the blanket, nor did it matter if the elbows and knees of his body ached and the spine of his back felt like needles.

You're the closest to comfort and peace he's had in the last 7 months, and he couldn't let you go.

"Don't apologize. I..I don't think you really know how happy I am to have you back." You cried, finally broking down, leaving kisses on the top of his head as he continued to wail against your chest "I would've been so lost..."

'You felt like home.' And you always did. Vash shut his eyes as the two of you stayed entangled together for the next few hours.

Having cried, talked about what had happened in the last 7 months, and the future before drifting off to sleep on the very couch.

Under the blanket of love, did two lovers finally reunite before the tribulations that had occurred and were to come.

"I love you."

//

"I would've been so lost, because you felt like home."

[j0elmill3r]

Sarah comforting baby girl after boyfriend broke her heart

(No outbreak AU)

Pairing - Joel Miller x Daughter!Reader, Sarah Miller x Sister!Reader

Summary - Grown up baby girl experiences her first high school break-up with her shitty girlfriend.

CW - Breakups, heartbreak, angst, implied domestic abuse, toxic relationship

Word Count - 

A/N - Something a bit different! I hope everyone enjoys and as always, likes, reblogs and feedback is always appreciated! Baby girl is also queer because I said so :]

Joel Miller Masterlist

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Joel and Sarah both snapped their heads up to the front door, confusion on their faces as you walked into the house, slamming the front door behind you as you stormed in and up the stairs. Joel turned to look at his oldest, visiting from college during her midterm break to see her father and younger sister, who appeared to be in a very emotional state. 

"That didn't sound good," Sarah said to Joel, flinching slightly at the sound of you slamming your bedroom door shut. "You should probably go check on her, dad." She advised him. Nothing much particularly scared Joel - but an exception could be made for teenage girls; specifically his teenage girls, but especially you as of late. He thought that the whole hormonal teenage girl thing ended when you would turn 17, but it had seemingly gotten worse since you'd gotten with your girlfriend. 

"That's terrifying, I love Y/N but she terrifies me," Joel admitted, rolling his eyes as Sarah started laughing. "Okay, okay, why don't you go on check on her? Since you seem so brave." He challenged her, watching as she thought about it before standing up from her position on the couch.

"Okay," She smiled and headed up to your bedroom, knocking gently on your door. "Y/N? Can I come in?" Sarah asked through the door, tentatively waiting for a response from you.

"Fuck off!" You yelled. Well, she wasn't quite sure what she was expecting from her very emotional and temperamental younger sister - Sarah hardly expected you to be up for a chat given your clearly emotional state.

"Please? it's Sarah," She tried to reason with you, resting her head against your bedroom door in the hopes you would open it. Thankfully, you unlocked and opened the door, facing your sister with tears in your eyes which stained your face. "You look like shit." She told you, you scoffed at your sister's comment, it was how you typically spoke to each other, but you weren't feeling it right now.

"What do you want, Sarah?" You asked her, rubbing your puffy eyes.

"What happened? Why are you so upset?" She asked you, concern lacing her tone as she looked at you. You sighed as you looked down, hanging your head.

"She broke up with me," You mumbled, talking about your girlfriend who you had been seeing for 7 months. Sarah's jaw dropped - from the way you talked about this girl, you would have thought you were getting married in the coming weeks, Joel and Sarah had even met her and liked her. But here you were now, heartbroken over the very girl you had fallen head over heels for.

"She what? Oh my God," Sarah was big sister angry. "Did she say why?" She asked you, coming into your room as she followed you to your bed.

"No, she just said it," You cried. Sarah frowned as she put her arm around you to try and comfort you, she had been through her fair share of high school breakups, but she knew that you were taking this particularly bad - You were convinced that you were spending the rest of your life with this girl. "But I think she's already with someone else now." You sniffled, a prominent frown on your face as you looked down at your lap. Sarah smiled sadly as she hugged you tightly, normally you hated when she tried to hug you, but you needed it right now, so didn't even bother trying to protest.

"It's okay, you were too good for anyway," Sarah tried to assure you, unsure of whether it would work or whether you would just start crying even more - It showed to be the latter. Panicking, Sarah hugged you tighter. "I know, okay, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that. But I meant it, I know that you loved her but she didn't seem too good for you. You weren't yourself and you weren't happy with her, Y/N."

You knew that your sister was right - She was a bad influence on you, she had you sneaking and staying out late,  coming in drunk at all hours of the morning, skipping school. None of that was you, you were a good kid, you knew that, Sarah knew that, Joel knew that, everyone did. Which was why those around you became concerned when you started acting out - your dad knew it was more than you trying to be an angsty teenager, you were always sorry for the things you did, it wasn't like you were trying to rebel against him. Joel knew that he really didn't like your girlfriend when you came home with a hand shaped bruise around your neck that you didn't know how to explain to him.

You sighed as you accepted defeat and looked up at your sister, accepting that she was right - Sarah knew you better than you would have liked to admit, and like it or not, she was talking sense; you weren't happy or yourself with your now ex-girlfriend.

"I guess..." You thought about it for a second before sighing. "You're right." You mumbled, unable to meet your sisters eyes, knowing you'd be met with the smug look that came with your admission of her being right.

"See, I told you," She grinned, hugging you tightly and smiling as you did too. "Listen, you can take as long as you need to get over...whatever her name was, but I know that that girl across the street has the biggest crush on you." Sarah told you, she had caught that girl staring at you when the two of you were out during the summer.

"Yeah yeah, whatever," You laughed, rolling your eyes as you shook your head. "What's her name?" You asked Sarah, looking up at your sister as you rubbed your eyes of the last of your tears.

"I'm not totally sure, Ellie, or something."

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[More Like Grand-Ish: Part 5] Selfish

Lost my place for a bit, there…OPLA ZoSan randomness; Sanji’s POV and speech use UK English.

Misunderstandings, because Zoro is prickly and Sanji is not great at reading him.  Reconciling one another’s priorities is a key step in a long-term relationship.

Timeline-wise, we’re still between Conomi and Loguetown, thanks to their little detour.

Canon divergent/universe alterations, gay!Zoro and anything-that’s-pretty-enough!Sanji, ubiquitous bad language.  Recognizeable characters belong to Netflix, Oda, Jump, etc.

 ***

Selfish

Sanji was kneading pasta dough and thinking.  He was thinking about the past, yeah…but also about the dream he’d abandoned and retrieved, and about the future, and about the way romances tended to progress.

“Oy, mossy,” he said.  Zoro made an inquisitive noise from the bench where he was catnapping, so Sanji went on.  “I’ve been thinking about stuff.  And I just wanna let you know that, if our dreams point us in separate directions, I won’t be selfish and make you stay with me.”

One dark eye opened and stared at him.  “Selfish.”

“Yeah.  Y’know…like how…maybe some guy’s wife lands the perfect job on another island, and since it pays more, maybe he gives up his own beloved career to move house.  I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“If it wasn’t selfish…would you want me to stay?”

Sanji paused, confused.  “What?”

“Say I achieve my dream first…would you want me around while you look for All Blue?”

“If you’d already achieved your dream, it’d be a moot point—I’m talkin’ about if the paths diverge.  Like, if I had an urgent lead, but some amazing master gave you a one-time offer to train with him before he dies.”

“But if I decided—all on my own—to follow you instead, would you be happy?”

Sanji blew his hair away from his eyes and aggressively kneaded the dough.  “How the hell could I be happy that you were giving up your dream because of me?”

“It wouldn’t be giving it up, and it’d be for me,” Zoro insisted against all logic.  “Pursuing my dream has already almost gotten me killed once.  Maybe it really will, someday.  So we go after your dream first, and then we go after mine.”

“Are you not listening to me at all?”

“I think you’re not listening.”

“I’m telling you I’m not selfish enough to do that!”

“Selfish,” Zoro said again, sitting up.  “So it’s selfish of me to want to be happy.”

Sanji glared at him.  “I didn’t say that.  I don’t wanna be the reason you put your wants aside, and I don’t think I could still love you if you just gave up on your promise.”

“Why would we part ways when we fight well together and being with you makes me happy?  But you’re saying that wanting to stay together makes me selfish.  I can’t want more than one thing, I can’t be human, I can only be the Demon of East Blue.  Go fuck yourself, shitty waiter,” Zoro hissed, and stalked out of the galley.

“What?” Sanji said to the empty room.

~

Zoro nursed his hurt feelings and stung pride up in the crow’s nest.

If Sanji wanted to call it quits, he could just say that.  He didn’t have to—to talk in riddles and obtuse hypotheticals.  And it didn’t seem fair, anyway, when Sanji had been the one to catch feelings first.

Right?

Was Zoro really so pathetic that he’d fall head-over-heels for the first guy who slept wth him for longer than a week?

……

Yes.

Absolutely.

A beautiful guy who fucked him right and understood his obsessions?  A guy whose own obsession permeated almost every moment of his life?  Yeah, he’d fallen in love basically right away.

Except apparently Sanji didn’t actually understand.  Fulfilling his promise would always be the most important thing in his life, but he could train and follow Sanji.  He could train and be in love; he was sure of it.

Maybe Sanji couldn’t.  Or maybe he had some weird guilt thing where he thought Luffy wouldn’t be ecstatic to look for All Blue and the One Piece at the same time once they hit the Grand Line.

Or maybe he was truly getting sick of Zoro.  Maybe he didn’t like the sweaty and salty smell, the rough hair, the admitted utter lack of social graces.  Maybe he missed delicate girls, polite society, tits…

Yeah.

Sanji was fancy.  He was (estranged) royalty.  That kind of people didn’t mingle with the likes of him in the long-term.  They slummed it for little stretches, trying to get a thrill or two, and then they went back to their fancy parties with unpronounceable food.

The novelty had come back for a while after Tuni, because somebody else had been playing with his toy, and now it was gone again.

Zoro leaned his head back against the mast and closed his eyes.

Fuck.

So stupid, getting so attached to somebody from such a different world.

“I’m shit,” Sanji called up from the deck, scattering every thought in the swordsman’s head.  “I’m awful.  The worst.”

Zoro peered over the edge of the crow’s nest.  “Don’t talk about my boyfriend that way,” he said.

Sanji pouted up at him.  “Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, precious?”

“Guess that depends on which part you apologize for.”

“If we go after my dream first and the All Blue doesn’t exist, you’ll be wasting your life.”

“Oh, us being together is a waste,” Zoro drawled, and settled back down to sulk.  “Thanks for clearing that up.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that!  Why are you being so—so—”  Sanji made a frustrated noise.

“You don’t want a long haul, I get it,” Zoro offered.  “People fall in and out of love, don’t they?  It’s fine, it happens, and I know I’m nothing like your usual taste.  But you keep trying to put pretty garnishes on the hard shit, when you should just tell me the fuckin’ truth.”

“What about you?  Almost four months, and you still don’t even trust me.  We’re so close to the Grand Line that we could spit on Loguetown, we’re about to enter the Pirate’s Paradise, we’ll be facing life-or-death situations side-by-side on a daily basis.  You say you love me, and you say you believe me when I say I love you, but you don’t trust me.”

“I trust exactly two people in the world:  that rubberized embodiment of honesty we call a captain, and the man who tried to teach me to be more than some bloodthirsty savage with a sword.”

There was a long pause down below.

Any moment, he’d hear the click of metal-reinforced shoes going back into the galley…

Instead, “You don’t even trust yourself?” Sanji asked in a funny tone.

“Trust the guy who caused his only friend’s death and had to run away from home to keep his promise to her?” scoffed Zoro.  “The guy who routinely trades lives for berri?  The guy who couldn’t even tell his boyfriend had been replaced by a shitty copy for three weeks?”

“Stop being mean to my boyfriend,” Sanji said, and it sounded like he was trying to pretend it was funny when they both knew it was just tragic.

“Nah, fuck that idiot.  Trusting that guy has only ever led me to misery.”

There was another long pause, punctuated by the soft creak of rope and the idle flap of rippling canvas.

“I’d trust that guy with my life,” Sanji said, peeking over the edge of the crow’s nest.

Zoro made a face.

Sanji pouted again.  “Permission to come aboard?”

“You still haven’t apologized, or even said what you’re apologizing for.”

“I don’t not want to be with you,” Sanji said.

Zoro was not impressed.

Sanji ducked his head.  “Zoro.  Please, can I climb in and sit with you?”

“I reserve the right to jump,” the swordsman grumbled.

“Nah, yeah, that’s fair,” Sanji replied a little dispiritedly.  But he went ahead and climbed in, settling on the floor against Zoro’s side.  He was pleasantly warm.  “So, obviously I need to explain.”

“So obvious Luffy would notice,” Zoro agreed.

Sanji grimaced.  He pressed a little more firmly to Zoro’s side, like a cat begging forgiveness.  “I can do long haul.  After the first month, I kinda started aiming for it.  I had a dream one night…we were a lot older, gray hair and wrinkles and all.  We had our own ship in Luffy’s armada, where I ran a restaurant and you steered us from legendary opponent to legendary opponent, and young guys would come and prostrate themselves for a chance at your tutelage.  And we were so happy.”

Zoro sternly quelled the fluttering in his belly, but jostled Sanji gently with a shrug.  “That’s a good dream.”

“But it’s just a dream,” Sanji went on.  “And the more I thought about it, the more I knew I didn’t want to drag you into that, hoping for some fantasy, only to find years down the line that you felt trapped and resentful.”

Zoro watched and contemplated while Sanji fidgeted.  When he figured he’d drawn it out long enough, he said, “Every trap I’ve ever been in, I walked into it knowingly.  There are things more important than some abstract notion of ‘freedom.’“

“Right, but what I’m saying is—”

“You really think I’d stick around if I resented you?  That’s not how my version of loyalty works.”

“No, I know that—”

“Do you?”

Sanji stopped.  He blinked.  He stared at Zoro.  He gave a soft little self-deprecating smile.  “Yeah, I guess I do.  I’m just afraid of turning into my shitty father.”

“Well, if he fucks as well as you do…” Zoro teased, softening the blow by draping himself over Sanji’s chest and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, ugh, yuck!” groaned Sanji.  “Guh, mental images—urgh, they’re not leaving—”

Zoro felt like he might burst with fondness.  Instead, he allowed a little chuckle and nuzzled noses.

“No, I’m not gonna kiss you.  You’ve traumatised me, you brute.”

“You sure?  Not even if I flutter my eyelashes and bite my lip and tell you how much I love you, despite you being a total dumbass?”

“Oy, you’re the dumbarse.”

“What a shame, to never kiss me again!” Zoro said, and heaved a theatrical sigh.

“I did not say never.  You’ll just need to be a little more persuasive after the horrors inflicted by my imagination.”

Zoro put on his blandest expression and said, “Oh, Sanji, you’re so handsome and magnanimous.  Surely you would be so benevolent as to kiss me until my lips are numb and I forget all that bullshit you were spouting earlier.”

“Ah, a terrible sacrifice,” Sanji purred, coaxing Zoro properly into his lap.  “But one I am assuredly willing to make.”

 .End.