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afterglowsainz · 1 year ago

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Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, it’s just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a “she’s busy bro”. Thanks 🫶🏻

jealousy | jude bellingham

obsessed with this concept already !!

summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it

warnings: none

word count: 738

a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3

you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesn’t get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didn’t knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.

“someone dm you.” he says.

his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.

“who?”

“lando norris.” he reads the name like he didn’t knew already.

“what does it say?” you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.

jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.

“are you gonna answer?” he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.

“not really, no.” you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.

when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didn’t meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldn’t help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didn’t have.

some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadn’t checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.

he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.

“do you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?” he asks out of nowhere. “so i can repost it on my story.” he clarifies.

you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guy’s dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.

“sure.” you say.

he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple “my boyfriend❤️”, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.

when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.

“let me see the picture.” you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. “was that really necessary?” you point at the text and he just shrugs.

“i just feel like there’s a lot of people that don't know we’re together, you know? just wanna put it out there.” you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.

“is that so?” you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.

“yeah, lots of guys on your dms.” he confess. “they liked your selfie earlier.”

“hmm.” you answer. “i wouldn’t know about that, i only like one guy.” a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. “wanna go? we’ll be late to dinner.”

jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.

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pupyuj · 5 months ago

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imagine dom!g!p!liz x sub!reader overstim , liz using reader for her pleasure :(( poor reader starts crying but liz still doesn't stop :(( pls do this I will cry

THANK GOD i dug deep into my inbox bcs if i didn’t see this i would have thought that you guys don’t want to see nothing but yujin and wonyoung from me 😭😭😭 that being said I NEED MORE JIWON, GAEUL, AND REI ASKS THROWN MY WAY 😞😞💔

[cw: dubcon, g!p liz, blowjob, unhealthy power dynamic.]

sexually frustrated nervous wreck of a senior jiwonie x blissfully unaware moony-eyed trainee reader, my beloveds 🫠🫠

having jiwon as your #1 idol of all time bcs you thought she was just like you!! so shy and adorably clumsy, but was born with a boatload of talent for performing and singing!! hell, wony and yuj might be the reason you chose starship out of all the companies that attempted to recruit you but jiwon is really the girl that made you stay and commit your hardwork and efforts to the company! 🥺 and ofc jiwon was quick to acknowledge and express her gratitude for your support, verbally too!

jiwon didn’t know it then but your starstruck eyes that you couldn’t keep off of her really unlocked something inside her… 😵‍💫

but getting closer and closer until the two of you were the best of friends… hanging out outside of the company building, having places and things you can call as your guys’ places and things, taking silly pictures of each other in your respective phones and cameras, helping each other through the hardest hurdles of your lives 🥰🥰 seems all fine and dandy, right?? but you didn’t know that one day you would be helping jiwon with so much more than you can handle! 🫣

why, one day you were feeding each other ice cream while watching a classic chick flick when you noticed that jiwon seemed to be so down, something about stupid hurtful comments online affecting her self-esteem :(( she apologized for being such a mood killer but she really didn't need to! and she doesn't have to be anymore bcs you told her you'd do anything to cheer her up and make her smile again, such a pure girl you are! 🥺

unfortunately for you, you really didn't expect that sucking her dick with your little inexperienced mouth would be the one thing that would comfort her! :(( the cuddling was fine, even the kisses were okay... but grabbing your hair and putting your face against her crotch and forcing her dick down your throat?? that was a bit much... but if it meant making your jiwon-unnie happy? ofc you'd do it as best as you could! 🤭🤭

you didn't even have to worry about not knowing how to do any of this! jiwonie will guide you herself! 😍 nails attached to your scalp, controlling your pace, holding you down when it feels too good, telling you all about how good you were making her feel and all the different things you could do to make it all better for her 😍😍 she wouldn't even care that you're choking on her cum :(( she'll barely even give you a break before invading your mouth again, completely forgetting that not only were you her precious junior but also her friend <//3 you're just a pretty toy for her to use and play with now :((

definitely abuses your cunt when she gets the chance too, are you kidding 😭😭 jiwonie never wanted to admit but she has always looked at you inappropriately but just never wanted to give in to her desires until now and it was partly your fault bcs you were so nice and kind… how could jiwon not take advantage of that? ☹️ and you’re laying face down on her bed with your ass up feeling so torn bcs it really, really hurt when jiwonie’s just mindlessly ramming her cock inside you but your knuckles are turning white gripping the sheets out of pure pleasure, and you’re screaming her name so beautifully so you obviously want more, right??

and it’s weird bcs yeah the things she’s doing to you are wrong but she’s still so sweet to you?? she apologizes multiple times while using you to get off and cares for you so well afterwards that you don’t want to resist or say anything when she starts touching you again 🫠

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quandledlngle69 · 4 months ago

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AAYYYYYYY PAPPIIIIIII GOOD FOOD GOOD FOOD GOOD FOOD U MAKE FOR MEEE😝😝😝😝😝😝😝

anyways guys im here you invade ur inbox again like ur writing is the prefect mix of suggestive but also loving and i luurrrvvvvv itttt

but anyways gorjeous im here for uhhhhmmmm a shidou x reader where uhhhhhh shidou finally finds someone who can match his freak like uhhhhhh reader is freaky like him but doesnt finish on the field yk cuz thats highkey crazy uhhmmmm and he js follows her like a puppy all of a sudden bc hes never met anyone thats like him like that so hes js in awe and its really cute and yeah THANK YEW PAPIII👅👅👅👅👅👅

・. ★ wassup beautiful.ᐟ (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) i hope your having a good day when you read this i love writing for shidou and im glad you love my type of writing aaaa also um might as well say a little announcement before i make a official one but i'll be making a really girly hyper!fem side blog as like a thanks for when i hit 200 followers :3 (which is very close) so thank all of you ahhh and anon i love you never stop feeding me requests >.<

☆ CONTENT: general fluff, how you and shidou act towards eachother, how your the only one who match shidous freak and doesn't shun him for how he is. shidou acting like he's hurt so reader babys him at the end. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: implied fem!reader, kissing, mention of love-making at the end, shidou being head over heels for reader, shidou doing everything reader does, mentions of hot stoves, burning, blisters, and injury. if i missed any lmk. ☆ W.C. 0.7K

Shidou Ryusei is a complete, utter loverboy.

most people would appreciate that aspect, but most people don't appreciate his overly flamboyant personality or unapologetically bold look. he was too much, and it agitated uptight people. even with the obstacles of just being his natural, sparkling self, he never watered himself down for anyone, and they could choke for all he cared.

that was the cycle before he met you.

his sweetheart, his sugar–cube, his pookie, his darling, his babe–

for the lack of better terms, you matched his freak ten fold.

you never seemed freaked out by him, you never seemed weirded out by his strange or overly sexual words or jokes, even throwing in your own every now and again. you never stopped his excited rants, always batting those pretty long lashes at him, sweetly nodding along, eyes boring into his soul as an extra assurance you were paying attention, hanging off every word.

sometimes he would just call your name, and not say anything else, just lean a inch away from your face and stare. while most people would be annoyed or weirded out, you knew exactly what he was doing. you would prop your arms on whatever surface was nearest; your chin in your palms, a sweet dopey smile on your lips, staring back. eye contact was intimate to shidou, and you would never tell him, but you enjoyed picking out every speck of colour in his pink iris's.

anything you bought, he bought. any clothes you bought, he brought the same in his size. any makeup you bought, he was using. any skincare you bought, he was using. (which you actually scolded him for because they are soooo expensive so you brought him his own gift set.) even perfume, he doesn't give a shit if its 'pink bubblegum', it's your scent and he wants everything to do with you.

his teammates even noticed how he followed you around, a looming hunched figure with his hands in his pockets; almost like a lost puppy of some sort. he didn't even join his teammates when they celebrated his goal's or a goal in general, only jogging over to the stands, climbing over so he can give you a downright sloppy kiss, for the whole world to see.

he's your nirvana, and vise versa. you were the opposite of embarrassed by him–you showed him off to everyone you knew. your friends, your family, hell, it was like glorified word vomit the way you spoke about each other. your family surprisingly to him, loved him, (your younger cousins especially adored him) and his grandma was thankful her grandson had found someone like you, who never teared him down.

but he can be a little shit sometimes.

you were sat on the couch, laptop on your armchair; absorbed in your thesis essay that needed to be submitted by the next hour, and you were still roughly a thousand words short. shidou was presumably messing around in the kitchen, before you hear a loud hiss of pain, and you bolt upright, nearly tripping over your own feet. your eyes flicker to the angry–red top of the stove, immediately concluding he had burnt himself. you didn't wait any time grabbing his hand that was cradled in his chest, putting it over the sink, fumbling with the tap before cold water shot out.

the next two minutes are you rambling about how concerned you are–what if its a second degree burn? he would have to go to the hospital for sure. maybe there's burn cream in the cabinet. you remember buying it the last time you accidentally splashed scalding hot water on yourself. hopefully it doesn't blister to bad–

"–damn, you really do love me huh?" shidou's amused voice snaps you out of your mumbling trace, and you pout your glossy lips at him.

"of course i love you ryu–" you suddenly pause mid sentence. he's grinning, and you know that type of grin from a mile away–

you abruptly pulled his hand from out of the water, checking over it, palm and back, just to see no sign of injury. nothing. no redness, forming blisters, or swelling...your eye twitched. this whole time he faked being hurt because he knew you would baby him.

you shoved him away irritably as he cackled–but it was more of a attempt if anything, hands only meeting with hard muscle that wouldn't budge. so you instead settled on punching his arm. he doesn't seem fazed, his hands reaching up to squish your cheeks together like you were a naive child.

"aww that all ya got? c'mon, hit me harder doll."

that whole thing may have ended in a play fight and maybe a smidgen of love–making, but you took that as his apology for scaring you like that.

only you matched the Shidou Ryusei's freak, physically, emotionally and in spirit.

he wouldn't trade it for anything else.

・. ★ Credits for divider.ᐟ; @.strangergraphics

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jessesluvr · 1 month ago

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why are we all so angsty? jeez

lmao let me join the thread! maybe one where jesses mom hates poor reader?! jesse brings reader to meet his parents and while kenji (adopted that name lol) finds her sweet, robin can't stand her and thinks her son deserves better. jesse obvi defends reader and stand his ground but a mom is a mom so she doesn't change her mind and keeps ignoring reader around or even comparing her to random girls in jackson that would be better.

until infected invade jackson, or maybe raiders, and reader is one fighting in the front lines, and yeah maybe she also saves his parents lmao i am THAT PETTY reader is a baddie

good enough | jesse x reader

author's note : one of MANY requests to do, i hope you guys enjoy ! missed you all bunches <3. requests and inbox are always open !

summary : jesse brings you to meet his parents, but while his dad warms up quickly, his mom can’t stand you and makes it known. everything changes when infected invade jackson and you risk your life to save them both, finally earning her respect.

word count : 3.9k

the nerves don’t hit until you’re standing outside the front door.

you’d been fine on patrol that morning, even with a mild storm blowing in. you’d been fine when jesse reached over in the saddle and squeezed your hand like he always did. you’d even been fine when you passed that familiar bakery in town, the one where jesse used to sneak you cinnamon rolls before anyone else was awake.

but now, on the porch of his childhood home with your coat still dripping snowmelt, you were anything but fine.

jesse knocks twice and then lets himself in, calling out casually, “mom? dad? we’re here.”

his fingers are warm when they wrap around yours. you wish you could enjoy it, but your stomach’s knotted up like a pretzel. you’re meeting jesse’s parents. jesse, your boyfriend—steady, sarcastic, unbelievably kind jesse—had finally said, “you’ve gotta come over for dinner. my mom’s been asking.”

you’d said yes, of course. you loved him. you were ready.

you just didn’t expect to feel like your boots weighed a thousand pounds now.

the house is cozy. the fireplace crackles gently in the corner. the walls are lined with photographs—family portraits, graduation pictures, and a few blurry polaroids that look like they’ve survived a few too many jackson winters.

a man steps into view first, smiling with a quiet calm that immediately settles some of your nerves.

“hey there,” he says. “you must be the girl we’ve heard so much about.”

you smile, a little shyly, and step forward to shake his hand. “that’s me. thanks for having me.”

“kenji,” he offers. “and of course. we’re happy you’re here.”

then she walks in.

robin.

jesse’s mom.

there’s no smile.

no welcome.

her eyes flick down to your boots, then your jacket, then finally up to your face. her expression doesn’t change.

you offer your hand. “hi, ma’am. it’s really nice to meet you.”

she takes it, but the shake is brief. “you’re soaked,” she says. “you should’ve worn a better coat.”

“i—uh—it was dry this morning,” you reply, caught off guard.

jesse steps in quickly. “mom, we got caught in the snow right as we were coming in. not a big deal.”

robin hums. “well. dinner’s ready.”

you follow them into the dining room.

the table is set for four, the food steaming and carefully plated. it smells amazing—teriyaki elk with roasted vegetables and fresh sourdough. robin clearly worked hard on this.

you wish she liked you.

the conversation starts off light. jesse and kenji talk about patrol rotations, about a scuffle tommy broke up near the outer gate, about ellie’s new obsession with making her own coffee grounds.

kenji laughs easily. robin says very little.

when she does speak, it’s to ask jesse about a girl named talia.

“ran into her the other day,” robin says. “she’s working with the kids now. always was such a sweet girl.”

jesse doesn't even flinch. “yeah? that’s great. haven’t talked to her in a while.”

“she mentioned you used to take her out shooting,” robin adds, pouring herself water. “said you were real patient with her. thought that was so nice.”

you try to smile politely.

jesse frowns, just slightly. “that was years ago, mom.”

“i remember,” she says. then, as if you’re not there: “i always thought she’d make a lovely partner. smart, helpful. raised right.”

you lower your eyes.

kenji clears his throat. “so, uh, you said you’re helping maria with inventory now, right?” he asks you.

“yeah. just part-time. mostly nights, after patrol.”

“you ever help with the weapons maintenance too?”

“a little,” you say. “i’m decent with repairs, but jesse’s better.”

robin’s already standing, collecting plates. “hard to believe you have time for all that and patrols.”

“it’s manageable,” you say, trying to stay calm.

“i suppose some people don’t mind burning the candle at both ends.”

jesse pushes back his chair a little too fast. “mom.”

she doesn’t look at him. she just keeps cleaning.

after dinner, jesse helps wash dishes while you chat quietly with kenji in the living room. he tells you stories about jesse as a kid, about how he used to climb onto the roof just to stargaze. you laugh, genuinely this time. kenji is kind, easy to be around.

but robin doesn’t join in.

when jesse comes to grab your coat, you catch her watching you from the corner of the kitchen. her eyes are unreadable. cold.

“thank you again,” you say to both parents, polite to the end.

robin nods once. “get a warmer jacket.”

kenji hugs you.

you don’t say much as jesse walks you back to your place. the snow’s coming down again, soft and steady. jesse’s quiet too, until you’re just outside your door.

“hey,” he says, stopping you gently. “i know she was… not exactly warm.”

you don’t say anything.

“she’s always been tough. even with me. but she’ll come around.”

you nod, because you don’t want to ruin the night. “thanks for standing up for me.”

jesse reaches out, brushing snow from your hair. “you were amazing tonight.”

you smile softly. “i didn’t really do anything.”

“exactly,” he says. “you didn’t deserve any of it, and you still smiled through it.”

you kiss him goodnight on the porch. it’s soft, a little sad.

and in the window across the way, a figure watches from behind the curtain.

robin.

it starts small.

at first, you think maybe you’re imagining it. maybe you’re reading too much into the glances, the subtle sighs, the questions that feel more like traps.

but over the next few weeks, robin makes it impossible to ignore.

you and jesse spend more time at his parents’ place. he invites you often—trying, you suspect, to give his mom more chances to get to know you. to see what he sees. and while kenji is always kind, always curious about your day or offering you tea, robin remains a wall of glass: transparent, cold, and just out of reach.

she never says anything directly cruel.

but it’s always there.

the way she only sets out three chairs when she knows you’re coming, as if waiting for jesse to correct her.

the way she brings up other women—carly from the garden, sweet hands and spotless reputation; sandra, a nurse, can shoot and suture—each one highlighted like a résumé you didn’t submit.

“you know,” she says one night, stirring her tea while you sit awkwardly at the edge of the couch, “talia stopped by again. she’s teaching the little ones how to read now. isn’t that wonderful?”

“that’s great,” jesse replies flatly.

“she told me she’s been helping with community outreach, too. said she’s hoping to become a teacher. real role model.”

you nod silently.

robin looks at you. “you good with kids?”

you blink. “i mean—sure. i like them. i haven’t really spent time—”

“hm.” she sips. “some people are just born with that instinct.”

jesse’s jaw tenses. “mom.”

“i’m just saying,” she replies, feigning innocence, “some girls make good partners. others make good mothers.”

you leave early that night, even though jesse begs you to stay a little longer.a week later, you bring robin fresh mushrooms and greens you foraged on patrol. you cleaned them, wrapped them carefully, even included a tiny slip of hand-penned paper: thought these might go with your stew. – y/n.

you never hear a thank you.

but two days later, you hear her in the market telling someone, “i’d rather get my produce from the ground, not a patrol bag. you never know what kind of grime or disease it’s touched.” you hear jesse defend you. always. every time.

and you hate how guilty that makes you feel.

one snowy afternoon, you find yourself in the community library helping dina organize the shelves. she tosses a book at you, grinning. “how to win over difficult people.” you laugh, but it dies quickly.

“i don’t think she’ll ever like me,” you admit.

dina pauses. “jesse’s mom?” you nod. “she’s… intimidating,” she says carefully. “she thinks i’m not good enough.”

“well,” dina smirks, “good news, jesse’s not marrying her.”

you smile, but it doesn’t quite reach.

“does he know how bad it’s been?” she asks gently.

you shrug. “i don’t want to make it worse.”

“girl,” she says, voice sharp but kind, “you’re not the problem. she is. and jesse sees it. you think he’d be changing patrol groups just to spend more time with you if he didn’t?”

your face warms.

still, that night you skip dinner with his family.

you lie and say you have a headache.

you spend more time alone after that.

less time at jesse’s place. less time near robin. jesse notices. he starts showing up at your door more often, bringing extra food from his parents’ leftovers or offering to walk with you down to the mill just because.

one night, he catches you in your room packing up a duffel.

“what’re you doing?”

you freeze. “i was gonna take a few days. maybe help with the expansion project on the south side. maria said they need extra hands.”

he watches you carefully. “you were gonna leave without telling me?”

“i wasn’t leaving,” you say quickly. “just—giving her space.”

jesse exhales, stepping closer. “you mean giving yourself space.”

“i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t bother me,” you admit, voice small. “she doesn’t want me there, jesse.”

“i do.”

“i know. but i’m not going to come between you and your family.”

“you’re not,” he says, fierce now. “she’s the one pushing you away. not me.”

you shake your head. “what if she never accepts me?”

“then that’s her loss,” he says. “not mine. and sure as hell not yours.”

you look up at him, tears stinging your eyes.

“you’re it for me,” jesse says softly. “no one else. not talia, not carly, not whoever else she name-drops next. you.”

and when he kisses you—slow, steady, like a promise—you believe him.

the next day, you come to dinner again.

robin doesn’t say a word to you.

but you stay anyway.

not for her.

for jesse.

for yourself.

and that night, as you leave, kenji slips you a folded note. you open it when you get home.

“you’re doing better than you think. she’ll catch up eventually. and if she doesn’t— —you still have me.” – k.

you cry reading it.

you tuck it into your drawer and don’t tell jesse.

not yet.

it happens during sunday supper.

jesse had asked you not to bail this time—his dad was making that smoked elk stew again, and he’d somehow convinced robin to bake her cornbread muffins. you almost said no. after the last few weeks, your heart didn’t feel big enough to stomach another hour of thinly veiled jabs and pointed silences.

but jesse kissed your forehead and said, “please? i just want one normal dinner.”

so you said yes.

you wore your nicest coat. you braided your hair back. you brought a jar of apple jam you’d made with ellie and dina.

robin took it without a word and set it aside without even opening the lid.

dinner begins politely. kenji chats easily with you, asks how your patrols have been, jokes about the time jesse slipped on a frozen log and cursed so loud half of jackson heard it. jesse laughs, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

robin remains unreadable.

until dessert.

she sets down a tray of small berry tarts and quietly says, “you should take one of these to sandra. i heard she got promoted to patrol lead.”

jesse blinks. “who?”

“sandra. you remember her. tall, quiet, used to help out in the greenhouses.”

you say nothing. you’ve learned to hold your breath in these moments.

robin turns to you. “she and jesse used to ride together, didn’t they?”

“i guess,” you say carefully.

“she always seemed responsible. settled. not distracted all the time with side tasks.”

jesse leans back, eyes narrowing. “mom.”

“i’m just saying,” she says, still watching you. “it’s nice when someone complements your life. not complicates it.”

you stare at your plate.

kenji shifts awkwardly. “robin—”

but jesse’s already standing.

he pushes his chair back hard enough to scrape the floor.

“enough.”

his voice is low, dangerous.

robin looks up at him, feigning innocence. “i’m only trying to look out for you.”

“no,” he says, anger bubbling up now, “you’re trying to tear her down. over and over. every time she walks through that door.”

“she’s not right for you, jesse.”

“and you don’t get to decide that.”

“she doesn’t belong in this family.”

your breath catches.

jesse steps between you and his mother. “don’t you dare say that to her face again.”

“i didn’t say it to her—”

“you don’t have to,” he snaps. “you say it every time you look at her like she’s dirt. every time you compare her to girls she never asked to be measured against.”

“she’s not strong enough for the life we live—”

“she’s braver than anyone in this town, including me!”

that stuns the room into silence.

he turns to you now, and his voice softens like a sudden thaw. “you show up for patrol every week. you train the new recruits. you stitch kids’ jackets. you risk your life and still find time to be kind. and i’ve never—not once—doubted you.”

you blink back tears.

robin crosses her arms. “so you’re choosing her over your own mother?”

jesse doesn’t even hesitate. “i’m choosing the person who loves me. who respects me. who shows up.”

he turns to his dad. “thanks for dinner, dad.”

and with that, he walks out—and takes your hand on the way.

you barely remember getting home.

you sit on your porch steps while jesse paces, shaking with fury. you’ve never seen him like this. never seen his hands tremble like they do now.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters over and over. “i’m so fucking sorry.”

“it’s not your fault.”

“i thought maybe she’d change. i thought if i brought you around enough, if she just saw who you are…”

you reach out, tugging him down beside you. he leans into your touch like it’s the only steady thing in the world.

“maybe she won’t ever change,” you whisper.

his chest rises and falls.

“i still choose you,” he says.

you curl into him, quiet and raw.

and for the first time in weeks, you don’t feel like you have to prove yourself.

three days pass.

you don’t go near jesse’s house.

he stops by only briefly, leaves extra food on your steps. doesn’t mention his mom. doesn’t force a conversation. he holds you when you need to be held, and lets you be silent when you don’t want to talk.

until it all falls apart.

it starts with the alarm bells.

screaming from the front gate. gunshots. whistles.

then maria’s voice—amplified by the loudspeaker:

“infected breach. all hands to the perimeter wall. this is not a drill.”

you’re already grabbing your gear.

outside, the sky is gray and heavy. panic churns through jackson’s streets. you see ellie sprinting toward the front lines. dina’s already grabbing supplies from the armory. jesse appears at your side out of nowhere, panting, eyes wild.

“you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you shout. “where are they coming from?”

“south gate! too many—some got through the fencing. a pack’s heading toward the lower residential—”

you both freeze.

that’s where jesse’s parents live.

he doesn’t even speak—he just takes off running.

you follow without hesitation.

the snow is still falling when you reach the residential sector—just past the fencing line, near the old horse barn. the world smells like blood and iron. screams echo from the houses. it’s chaos.

your breath puffs in white clouds as you run.

jesse’s not beside you anymore—he peeled off when maria yelled something about a breach at the lumberyard. you told him you’d be fine.

you didn’t lie.

you just didn’t mention where you were going.

you grip your rifle tighter as you sprint through the streets, boots sliding against frozen dirt. around the corner, you spot a cluster of infected tearing at a door—three clickers, one runner, and a bloater looming behind them like death incarnate.

and you know the house.

you’d know it anywhere.

robin and kenji’s.

the front window’s shattered. you don’t see movement inside, but the infected are screaming, clawing, slamming into the walls. the bloater rears back and throws something—acid or spores, you don’t even wait to see.

you aim.

breathe.

fire.

the first clicker drops instantly.

the rest turn.

you scream to draw them away from the house, heart in your throat.

it works—at least partly. the runner charges toward you. you dodge behind a half-fallen fence and take it down with your knife. the bloater, slower, begins lumbering after you, each step shaking the ground.

your shoulder burns. you got hit—somewhere. you can’t tell.

you reload.

another clicker shrieks from the left. you duck, spin, fire again. this one takes three bullets to go down. you’re down to five rounds.

still no backup.

still no jesse.

the bloater’s getting closer. you can smell it now—sour and rotted. you don’t have the firepower to stop it. but you do know the layout of the house. you could draw it away from the door, give them a chance to escape out the back—

unless they’re already dead.

you don’t let yourself believe that.

you sprint forward, leaping over debris, using your last few shots to slow the thing down. when it lumbers after you, you duck between the houses, yelling and banging on anything you can find to draw its attention.

you don’t realize you’re bleeding until you taste copper.

you don’t stop.

at some point, the clickers are down. the bloater finally turns to pursue you, and you lead it into the tool shed near the old barn. you slam the door shut, wedge a beam through the handles, and pray the hinges hold.

they don’t.

it bursts through three seconds later.

you don’t think.

you light the ragged molotov from your coat pocket and hurl it at its chest. the explosion nearly knocks you back—but the beast roars and drops, burning and flailing in the dirt.

you sink to your knees in the snow.

and when the smoke clears—

kenji is standing in the doorway of their house.

blood on his forehead. limping.

but alive.

robin is behind him, pale and shaking.

she looks at the bodies in the yard. at the flames dying down around the bloater’s corpse. at you, bleeding, coughing, shaking in the snow.

you don’t say anything.

she walks forward slowly, eyes wide.

and for the first time—

she looks at you like she’s seeing you.

not the girl jesse brought home.

not the girl who wasn’t enough.

just you.

the one who saved her life.

jesse finds you fifteen minutes later.

you’re sitting on the curb, blood dripping from your temple, hands still trembling. he drops to his knees beside you, panic in his voice. “jesus—what happened?!”

you blink at him. “you’re late.”

he laughs—wet, broken—and pulls you against his chest.

over his shoulder, you see robin watching from the porch. she doesn’t look away this time. she doesn’t sneer or scoff or look through you like glass. she nods. just once.

small.

but real.

and in that moment, something shifts.

you’re in the infirmary for two days.

mild concussion. bruised ribs. deep gash across your arm that took fifteen stitches to close.

ellie and dina visit with snacks. maria stops by and calls you a damn hero. jesse barely leaves your side, except to bring back hot food or fresh socks, always fussing, always gentle.

but what you don’t expect—

is robin.

it’s midmorning when the door creaks open. you’re alone, dozing against the pillow, and her shadow hits the floor before her voice does.

“i figured you wouldn’t want flowers.”

you blink awake slowly.

she steps inside, awkwardly holding a tin of something. her face is unreadable, but her hair is messier than usual. she looks… tired. human.

“i made stew,” she says after a moment. “i didn’t… know what else.”

you sit up. “thanks.”

silence stretches.

she crosses the room, places the tin on the bedside table. she doesn’t meet your eyes.

“they said you saved us.”

“i got lucky.”

“no,” she says, sharper than you expect. “don’t do that. don’t downplay what you did. not when it’s my life you saved.”

you fall quiet.

robin’s hands are tight at her sides. her voice doesn’t waver, but it dips a little—like she’s speaking through a clenched jaw.

“i was wrong about you.”

you blink.

“i thought jesse needed someone easy. safe. someone who wouldn’t pull him into danger.” she swallows hard. “but i forgot he’s always been drawn to people with fire.”

you stare at her, unsure whether this is a compliment or an accusation.

she finally looks at you.

“i still don’t get it,” she admits. “i don’t understand everything about who you are. but i saw what you did. and that… that matters more than anything i thought i knew.”

you nod. quietly.

she takes a breath like it physically hurts her.

“i’m sorry.”

there’s no fanfare in it. no ceremony.

just words.

real ones.

you don’t tell her it’s okay. you don’t brush it off. you let it sit in the air, and for the first time since you met her, there’s no tension. no judgment.

only truth.

“thank you,” you say finally.

she hesitates. then: “jesse… he really loves you, you know.”

your throat tightens. “i love him too.”

robin’s smile is small. but it’s real.

she lingers one more second, then turns for the door.

“i’ll, um… see you at dinner.”

you don’t know if it’s an invitation or a statement. but it sounds like both.

that night, you tell jesse everything.

he listens in stunned silence, mouth parted in disbelief. “she came to you?”

“stew and all.”

he groans and presses a kiss to your temple. “i owe you my whole damn life.”

you smile and say, “i already own it.”

a week later, you walk into the same house that once made your stomach knot.

kenji greets you with a hug.

robin opens the door without a grimace.

she even hands you a plate.

and this time—

she asks how you’re doing.

she listens when you answer.

she laughs—gently—at one of your jokes.

and when jesse brushes your knuckles under the table and grins at you like you hung the moon, she doesn’t look away.

she watches.

and nods.

later that winter, when snow coats the rooftops and the world feels quiet and safe again, you sit beside jesse on the porch of his parents’ house, sharing a blanket, sipping something warm.

robin brings out a tray of cornbread muffins.

she sets them down without a word and walks back inside.

you glance at jesse.

he smiles.

“that’s her way of saying she likes you now.”

you raise a brow. “because i almost died saving her?”

he shrugs. “takes a lot to impress her.”

you take a bite of the muffin. it’s warm. soft. a little too salty, but not bad.

“she’s lucky i like a challenge.”

jesse kisses your cheek. “so am i.”

and this time,

no one interrupts you. no one looks away.

you belong.

you earned it.

and that’s what makes it real.

#jesse oneshot #tlou jesse #jesse tlou imagines #tlou jesse oneshot #jesse tlou x reader #jesse tlou #tlou jesse x reader #jesse x reader #tlou fanfics

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r0sy-maple-m0th · 2 months ago

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this is the end! for now atleast ;]

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REACHING THE END OF THIS, IT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME!! :DD

its been about 3 weeks since eah x nevermore first invaded my every waking moment, and i just want to say this has been some of the most fun ive ever had with my art

like ever

and i am so incredibly grateful to the community that has been so supportive and kind throughout this whole process, talking to people online has never been this enjoyable :]

so what happens to the au now?

i'm going to be taking a break from consistently posting stuff about it for a little bit! im scared that if i constantly work on it then i'll get burnt out, and i dont want this fun project to turn into a chore

BUT in the future id love to write oneshots + a longform fic to put on ao3! i dont have a timeframe set for when that'll be started or finished tho, since im still in the early phases of planning what would happen in the story

if you ever find urself wanting to see new stuff for the au (first off hi ilysm you are the BESTT :D) or literally anything else, pls feel free to drop stuff in my inbox! its always open and i accept everything from questions to art/story requests!

trying to hold myself back from screaming 'thank you' into the void again, but ykw let me have this just one more time;

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

#no real tags i dont wnna flood ppls feed with my yap ;p #if your here before the character sheet #hiii how u doin #itll be up in a few minutes #i wanted to post this first that way it could be linked immediately #rmm's ever after academy (nevermore au)

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azaharinflames · 8 months ago

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trying to interact with the fandom outside of Tumblr is so hard. you find like-minded people and enjoy talking to them and before you know it, a toxic buddie will slide in out of nowhere to try and ruin your day. Instagram comments, YouTube comments, the comments of your moots on Twitter or wherever, nowhere is safe from a BoB coming in and running their mouths.

i'm so tired of it. i just want to ship my silly blorbos but they seem to need every single person who's ever heard of 9-1-1 to subscribe to their doctrine, and if I have to see one more, passive-aggressive, smug little "hope that helps!" I'm going to lose my mind.

sorry for the rant but I needed to write this somewhere and I hope you don't mind.

Hi, Nonnie! Thanks for the ask

Listen, this is the perfect space to rant. I welcome it and I for sure don't mind you chose my blog to rant - happy to be of service, in fact.

And I get it and I understand what you say 100%. To be quite honest, it is one of the things that frustrates me the most, because we make sure to stick to our space, keep the discussions here, and not go borrowing trouble. And yet, that side of the fandom will actively seek conflict, will diminish our feelings, and will try to ridicule us, constantly. It's frustrating, and exhausting.

But you know what? They just want attention, that's it. They crave it. And we've made a point of ignoring them and keeping it in our space, which is why some of them actively try to invade it whilst also pretending to be all innocent about it. I've learned that the best thing to do is to ignore and move on. They don't deserve our attention, and they sure as hell don't deserve our time.

That being said - again, I fully get what you're saying. They believe they are always in the right and play dumb when it's proven otherwise, and they truly think they are morally superior even when they're textbook bullies.

So trust me, you're not alone in your feelings about this.

My inbox is always open for this type of rants, or any rants, for venting, and for discussing (911 or whatever)

Take care <3

#911 fandom #bucktommy #anti buddie #anti buddie fandom #i know some of y'all are genuinely nice #so trust me i do not put you all in the same bag #but i'm not gonna risk it and have one of them here #anon ❣️

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gracie-rosee · 6 months ago

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Hi, Gracie! How are you? I was wondering, even though I’m not an Elriel, is it okay to follow you? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or invade your space, so I wanted to ask if it was okay first. Even though I’m a Gwynriel I really like your blog and I love your art! Have a lovely day!💘

Omg I would be HONORED!

It would not make me uncomfortable at all and you are certainly not invading my space. You are welcome here. My blog and my art is for everyone.

I understand if you’d like to remain anonymous because maybe you’ve been hurt by this dumb ship war situation, but if you ever feel like chatting just know my inbox and my DMs will always be open for you! <3

My blog is mainly just a book blog. Please feel free to follow me if you don’t mind me crying on your dash, posting at 3am about some fantasy character. Also I write sometimes… 🙈

Seriously. We are pro-good vibes over here! Thank you for sending me this ask my dear 💗💗💗

#Gracie answers #my blog is ship friendly #elriel has my heart forever but there’s room for all of us here #listen #us girls (gender neutral) are NOT in a ship war. cannons are firing in the distance and we are just living it up on our party yacht #im gonna call you 💘 anon for now #💘 anon I love you and I’m eyeing you down #I think we’ll be good friends #acotar

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tommykinard6 · 1 year ago

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Invading your inbox, like you asked :) <3 I would love to hear more about your omega Eddie, alpha Buck and omega Tommy headcanons? If you want to share them. 🧯🚒.

Nonnie, this ask makes me very happy, thank you 🥹

First off! This here is my Buddie a/b/o fic https://archiveofourown.org/works/24914782/chapters/60292255

I haven’t updated in a long time and I’m not sure when I will; my writing style has changed. But that’s something!

Omega Eddie is very much house husband, stay-at-home dad vibe. Not that I personally think he’d leave firefighting, but it’s the vibe, ya know? He’s been in control and struggling and trying to do everything alone for all his life. He needs to be pampered and taken care of. He definitely wants more kids, but is hesitant to commit to having more without knowing they won’t be abandoned again.

Buck is a gentle alpha. All he wants is a family and to provide the life, love, and stability he didn’t have growing up. Protective mode goes hard with him. Any threat to his mate(s) and he’s gone.

Tommy is commonly mistaken for an alpha. He’s not built like a stereotypical omega, all muscle and bulk. It’s partially a shield, against his family and the world around him, and partially just who he is. He finds it hard to be an omega, convinced that he’s always doing it wrong. He’s primarily attracted to alphas, but no alpha has ever felt secure standing side by side with him. Not to mention the fear he had working at the 118. He hid his secondary gender, pretended to be an alpha, but the captain was aware of all of his mens’ designations. And as we know, Captain Gerrard was a fossil, out of his time and not one for omega rights.

Indulge me in a little polyfire for a moment.

Buck doesn’t know what he’s doing, courting two omegas at the same time. Both of them have walls up, wary eyes and reluctance to be truly themselves. He knows both of their pasts. He knows that Eddie was abandoned by his alpha (after a long and tenuous relationship where neither were innocent) and lives with a constant fear of it happening again. He knows that Tommy’s been failed by every alpha figure in his life save one army mentor and has been rejected too many times, always too much for his previous partners. They’re both haunted, and so is he. The idea of courting both at the same time is ludicrous.

But then he watches them as they open up towards each other, accepting each other as prospective mates and partner omegas. Nothing quite stops the rumble when he comes home to find them both asleep in the nest, curled around each other.

And he watches as they both open up to him, the wariness leaving their eyes. And he thinks it could actually work, the three of them together.

Now when the discussion of pups comes up, that’s a doozy.

If you want to hear my NSFW headcanons for the a/b/o 911 verse, feel free to ask further!

#911 abc #9-1-1 #911 show #tommy kinard #evan buckley #bucktommy #buddie #buddietommy #eddie diaz #omega tommy kinard #omega eddie diaz #omegaverse #alpha evan buckley #a/b/o dynamics #tk6 talks a/b/o #tk6 answers

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monikashinswife · 2 years ago

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Hiiiiiiiii! So i love all your monika fanfics!!! Pls tell me there are still more to come!!!

But I would like to make a request for a fanfic of Hyowon 😭 pls im so deprived of her! Like the fem reader is an actress in hollywood but staying with Hyowon in korea and she goes on an instagram live and everyone is surprised. It also shows how sweet, caring, thoughtful and overprotective lip j is towards the reader.

Thank you so muuuuuch!!!

"The Korean"

(Lip J x Hollywood Actress! Reader)

・❥・time for our Sooni! been dropping few updates cause I think I'm gonna be inactive because school's starting again. Anygays, enjoy darlings!<3 Request inbox is open anytime<33 ⋆ ★

Flashes of the cameras and the overwhelming voices of the paparazzis triggers me, but like always. I have nothing to do. They are doing their job. But why is their job this horrible?

I understand that when you are a well known name. Paparazzis will follow, but doesn't make it less comfortable. They are still invading someone's personal space.

Fortunately, I got along with some of them. But it doesn't mean that this doesn't bother me. Just then, one of the paparazzi asked while I am walking towards the entrance of the airport.

"Where are you going? Are you gonna film another project?" He asked quickly. And I answered them robotically but still politely as I try to squeeze myself through many paparazzis.

I thank the guards for helping me. As much as I love being an actress. It's still very overwhelming especially now that I just finished another film that had me mentally challenged.

Going to South Korea would be my rest and escape. That country became my second home when Hyo Won took me there few years ago.

It became my home because it was hers. And because she is there.

I quickly became overwhelmed and noticed myself tearing up because of what just happened. I didn't know how I got to the plane but I'm glad I did. I sigh in relief as I look at the mesmerizing sight.

In order to distract myself I decided to read my book for a while. I was so immersed with the story that I forgot to message Sooni before we boarded. I figured that I'll do it when the plane landed.

I took some photos and continued reading the book that Hyo Won gave to me. I can already feel the stress leaving, I got so invested to the story that the flight felt like a few minutes.

Before I knew it, I'm already in Korea. I smiled as I walk to the airport with my suitcases and phone in hand. I decided to post some pics for my fans.

I continued walking after I posted, trying to find somewhere to eat before I messaged her that I'm already at the airport. But Sooni knows what time my arrival so she'd be here soon.

"Honey!" My head almost snapped because of how quickly I turned around when I heard her voice. "Sooni!" I giggled when I saw her running towards me. I immediately open my arms to be hugged by her.

"I missed you so much." I mumbled against her neck. She rubbed my back while kissing my hair. "I know, but you're here now." She comforted me softly. I nodded against her before parting our bodies.

"Let's go?" She urge softly when she noticed people recognizing us. I nodded and she helped me with my luggage. She drove us to her apartment, during the car ride, I was quite worried because of the silence.

It was comfortable yes, but my mind's making me think things. "Hey... you alright?" She must've noticed my internal battle. She put her free hand on my thigh, caressing it to bring comfort.

"Hmm?" I snap out of my thoughts to look at her concerned eyes for a moment. I hold her hand and bring it to my lips to assure her that I'm fine.

We reached her house. And she helped me get settled. She toured me around first, "where's the guest room honey?" I asked, I noticed her change of emotion.

"Here." She lead me to the room, opening the door for me. "Here's the guest room." I carefully watch her, noting how her voice suddenly sounded so distraught.

I chuckled before wrapping my arms around her neck. She tried to avoid my eyes by looking everywhere, "What's wrong?" she reluctantly turned to look at my doe eyes.

"It's just that-" she stopped herself, but I urge her by bringing my hand to cup her cheek. "I don't want you to sleep here." She hides her face in embarrassment.

"Just say you miss me." She tried to get away from me when I teased her. But before she could go anywhere, I hug her from the back.

"Stop~" annoyance can be heard in her voice, "Aigoo~ you baby" I make her turn around while my arms are still around hers. I missed this so much.

"I asked because I wanna know where I'll put my things." I explained and that made her loosen up before smiling widely.

"Ok!" She avoided me once again by taking care of my things. I laugh as I watch her set my things quickly and dragged me out of the guest room.

The entire day was spent really nicely, we cuddled on her couch and catch up on things and made plans for tomorrow.

I am laying on our shared bed, casually browsing through my phone. I knew that it was probably not a good idea to scroll through comments. But I did, I scroll to the comments on my latest post.

Luckily, it was all good. Fans are saying that they missed me already and and I thought it would be a good idea to go live for a quick update.

"Oh hi everyone." I wave my hand as I was trying to find a comfortable and nice position so I could record myself properly.

"How's everyone?" I read the comments, and they did not disappoint like always. They are so dear to me.

"Flight's good, some problems with going to the airport though." I updated them enthusiastically. I interacted with them. Joking and asking them things and vice versa.

"How's the korean?" I read out loud without thinking, I laughed as I realized the question. "It's been great." I answered carefully. I didn't even noticed Sooni entering the room. Not until she laid on top of me, her lower body on the bed and her arms wrapped around me.

She rested her chin on my chest while looking at me lovingly. Thinking that I'm talking to my friend. In instinct I played with her hair while reading the comments.

She adjusted and buried her face on my neck for a moment. I put the phone down when she reach for my lips. I cup her face our lips dance against each other passionately.

We made out, missing moments like this because it's really been a while. "Are you live?" She asked when we parted. I nodded and reached for my phone. The comments going wild because of our interaction.

"I'm screen recording"

"Did anyone heard the sounds? Or it's just me👀"

" the Korean is doing really great~"

We read the comments and look at each other with straight faces before bursting out of laughter. "That's gonna be my new nickname" Sooni said, shaking her head in fake sadness before burying her face on my neck again.

"My poor Sooni." I purred, teasing her. I constantly teased her during the live. We're both answering questions while Hyo Won is feeding me.

She casually fed me while I answered the questions that is directed to me enthusiastically. Hyo Won expresses her love through actions.

We took turns feeding each other, we talked with the fans. Even taking turn holding the camera, but when she noticed how it's hard to find a stable angle.

"Let me, love" she ask for the phone, then she took a tripod so it's less hassle. I am watching her endearingly as she sets up the phone.

Once it's done, she went back to her place. She's behind me. Her chin on my shoulder while her hands are wrap around me.

We continue the live like that. The fans took note of everything. For sure this would go big and some of them approving and accepting our relationship.

They were shocked because of the different sides of us are revealed. And they were the ones to witness it raw. They realize how both of us are being ourselves with each other and are happy that we are happy.

𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪𓆩⟡𓆪

(not proofread and sorry for the ending. I am sleepy already)

#street woman fighter 2 #prowdmon #street woman fighter x reader #swf x reader #swf imagine #street woman fighter 1 #mannequeen #swf2 x reader #lip j #hyo won #wacking #lip j x reader #sooni x reader #jo hyo won x reader #lgbtq #sooni #jo hyo won #bumsup #world of street woman fighter

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