#but like why are you so pressed people like. enjoy clean running water

[muirneach]

algorithms seem to naturally push viewers towards right wing weirdness somehow. as such i’ve gone from interesting nature content to sustainable living and growing food to… ‘homesteading’ and stuff that is definitely almost a cult. anyways i find the idea i see with these people a lot that one must cut ties with ‘government support’ so strange. sorry to the weird progressive in speech but really genuinely a freak in practice who keeps showing up on my explore page, but i like it when i get like. electricity and medical care from the government. but yknow thats me maybe i’m the sheep

[evilgwrl]

Neighbour!Simon Riley x Reader

Girl Next Door (Ten)

CW: PIV (no protection, use it irl), cream pies, angst, brief description of oral (f receiving), drama time!!!

P.S. this is kinda dooky my bad

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Everything was white-hot, a strum of fulfilment working through every muscle, scorching blood pumping through your veins, constricting your breath with every knock against your cervix. Teeth indented your neck, crescent moons scarring the flesh with every breath that rang against your throat.

Simon was everywhere.

Whether it was hands gripping at your ass, kneading the flesh between over-worked palms, or his tongue licking at your neck, cleaning the peppered wounds he flourished into your skin, he was there.

Black face paint stained your chest, stygian stains tearing down your breasts with every drop of water, his eyes seizing all colour as his pupils dilated, lapping in the sight of you with every dip of his crusted lashes. He was almost feral, grunting with every deep thrust, enjoying the way you drew him in with every suck of your creamy cunt, every stutter of a breath that whispered against his ear, every splutter of your lungs that filled with water as your mouth held open over the spurting faucet.

His chest was swollen with pride, a sick sense of satisfaction running through him at your expression, your body docile against his grip as your eyes squeezed into crinkled slits. You were utterly fucked on his sheath, his hips pistoling into yours like it was his duty to pleasure you, to bring you to that high he was desperately chasing to feel.

Dark curls brushed against your crotch with every drive of his cock, your tender nipples against his aggravated skin, the skin that was torn from his preposterous labour. His fingers were cruel, toying at your clit with ease as you dug your fingernails into the chisel of his back, coarse muscles reacting to the touch.

You felt fuzzy; your mouth jutted open with a whine as your body succumbed to him, torturous rolls of pressure building in your stomach.

“I’ve missed feeling you around me,” he rasped, his voice splintered with frustration. Frustration that he hadn’t had a proper release since his departure, frustration that he was away from you, frustration that the man was catching feelings faster than he believed he should.

“Missed you,” you mewled, squeezing him coherently with your words, a guttural groan sounding from the man.

Your bodies melted into the water, colliding with each other’s limbs as Simon came inside you, hot spurts of come plugging your cunt with a grunt as he pulled out, a stutter of a breath sounding from you as your legs wobbled onto the ground, muscles spasming in retaliation.

Simon’s fingers were gentle, working the loofah over your relaxed state as your neck cocked. You were so supine around him. Why? Don’t you know what kind of person he is? How many people he’s killed?

“Simon?”

The Lieutenant cleared his throat, staring at you as you pushed his hand away from the same spot he had been rubbing for the last minute.

“Sorry, got lost in thought.”

You offered him a polite smile, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth before sudsing the sponge back up, your touch delicate as you ran over his bruises. Simon’s eyes slacked, consumed by nothing as he drifted into thought, enthralled in his work.

Gunpowder skinned his nose, staining his nostrils with the thickness of burnt flesh and stolen lives, the sound of begging and retaliation engorging his brain as he shoved you away, a harsh grunt leaving his lips as he shook off his head, stepping out of the steam.

“Simon? What – are you ok?”

“I have to go, Y/N.”

Autumn had consumed your garden, the green rotting into a moulded brown, a dead stream of leaves scattered like a path to your front door. The air was thick with wet dirt and burnt coffee, a flurry of frogs making a home in one of your unused watering cans. The sky was angrier, often lashing out on the planet in the form of rain and thunder.

Time was going by quicker, the end of September reaching up to you as you crossed an ‘X’ over your calendar. It had been almost 3 weeks since you had spoken to Simon.

You had tried.

It began as chasing him out of the shower in nothing but a towel, your head dripping wet, which turned to you knocking on his door a day later with cookies again, availed by no answer. That turned into you sitting outside the front more in hopes of seeing him.

You didn’t.

You were confused at first, your heart aching slightly at the sudden switch between the man. You had taken it out on your garden, aggravated fists pummelling at the soil like a child throwing a tantrum. It wasn’t long until you summed it down to him not wanting anything serious and left it at that.

You were disappointed, hushing yourself to sleep on your satin pillow as you attempted to listen to any sound of him on the other side. You were also a big girl.

If he was that easy to lose, you never had him in the first place.

The fall air was heavy with familiarity as you piled into the busy parking lot, a swarm of pine trees greeting you, their leaves a vibrant display of orange and yellow, pointed outwards with desperation.

It was a little tradition you had kept for yourself: carving pumpkins.

Everything was crisp. There was an over-ripe stench of cinnamon consuming you from passing cider stalls with the sound of families bustling around with candied apples and hot drinks.

You spotted Tamara in the distance, her boyfriend Max next to her, hugging himself in an attempt for warmth as she tapped him on the shoulder, her hand waving frantically at you.

“Hello!” She cooed, pulling you into a needed hug. She smelt like pumpkin and vanilla, almost gagging you at how much she had drowned herself in perfume. Her hair matched the Autumn air, an earthy red catching your attention as you ran your fingers through the heated curls.

“New hair?” You asked, smiling brightly as you adjusted the scarf around your neck.

“Needed a change,” she said, wrapping her arm into Max’s, who began rambling about how he was going to make the best Jack-o-Lantern.

“Oh! I forgot to tell you; Louis is coming. Is that ok?”

The pit in your stomach coiled for a minute, a remembrance of the last time you saw him in that café with Simon before you nodded.

“Of course!”

Louis stepped out of his car, the bristle of a chill in the air reminding him of where he grew up as he tugged at his cashmere jumper, the blue colour leading him to stand out like a sore thumb until he saw you, a familiar shade adorning you.

His voice was soft as he greeted you, Max and Tamara immediately walking off to pick out their pumpkins.

“How have you been?”

“I’ve been well,” you say, gazing at the row of orange surrounding you, children running in between passing couples as you pointed to the fattest vegetables surrounding you.

“I didn’t mean to intrude when you were out with your boyfriend-“

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct, taking in how harsh your tone was before placing your hand on his shoulder, “You didn’t intrude on anything. I would – I would love to go out with you.”

It felt wrong to get all dolled up for someone else. Red stained your lips, and your teeth, as you rubbed at them aggressively in the mirror, a black silk dress falling from your skin elegantly. Your eyes were shaded with a fine liner, a smoky hue of brown on your lash line as you spritz your more expensive perfume for the occasion.

Louis was different, fancier, you suppose. His Jaguar skidded against the gravel, an irritated scowl on his face before he watched you peek through the window, an amused look on your face as you opened the front door.

“You look beautiful,” the man said, holding a bouquet of red roses in his hand, tied with a pearl string. You shared dinner over a bottle of Cabernet and ended it with his hand on your thigh, his engine roaring down your cul-de-sac with glee as you kissed him on the cheek.

“Thank you for tonight, I enjoyed it.”

It should have ended there. But it didn’t.

It felt wrong to get undressed for someone else. It felt wrong to feel someone else kiss against your pudgy clit and lap at your slick. It felt wrong to buck your hips to meet his, your chest groped with a layer of sweat from another man’s mouth.

Could he hear you? Did he care?

He did.

[love4pascal]

I’ll Say, Will You Marry Me?

Joel Miller x F!reader.

A/n: Okay never did I think that after I posted my first fic that people would like it as much as you did. I honestly wrote the first part as a one shot and I had no intention on writing another part but I am so glad that you all have enjoyed it so much that you requested a part 2. SO HERE IT IS!

Word count: 3k+

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, fluff, pure bliss, and these two being stupidly In love.

|Part One Here| |Series Masterlist|

August 23, 2008.

Joel grabbed the last box from the moving truck, walking up the hot pavement and entering the home.

Placing the last box in Joel’s bedroom; a part of you felt like this was a dream, you were dating your best friend and now you living with him?

It felt to good to be true. The most loving and caring man you were once just friends, who now you’ll kiss goodnight.

“Who’s up for some good ol’ hamburgers and hotdogs for dinner?” Joel asked both you and sarah.

“Fine by me, dad!” She yelled from the staircase, on her way to her bedroom.

Joel turning his focus on you now.

“I’ll help you.” On your way to the kitchen to grab the hamburgers and hotdogs.

Joel stood at the back door for a few seconds more, admiring the woman he loved, before he even knew he’d loved her.

And god was he ecstatic to know that he’d get to wake up with you next to him.

-

After eating dinner outside, you, Joel, and Sarah cleaned everything up.

When done with that, Sarah suggested that there should be a ‘Miller movie night’.

Cuddled up with Joel and Sarah under a plaid blanket, watching “Twilight”, which Joel asked manny questions about.

“Wait, so you’re telling me he’s how old?!” He asked Sarah.

“He’s 104.” She says, eyes remaining on the tv.

“Oh.. so he’s just going after a seventeen year old like thats perfectly okay?” He spoke looking at you and Sarah, seeing both of you hysterically laughing at him.

“What? Why are you guys laughing??” He says sitting up.

-

An hour into the movie, Sarah was passed out. You grabbed the remote off the table and pressed the red button, the room went black.

Joel moving the blanket off of Sarah before picking her up and carrying her to bed.

Folding the blanket and placing it in the basket next to the tv stand.

Walking up the stairs to Joel’s bedroom, putting on a Fleetwood Mac shirt you had stole from him and pulling on black pajama pants before finding joel in the ensuite bathroom.

Bare chest and gray pajama pants, brushing his teeth. Coming up behind him and resting your cheek on his back.

“What’s wrong baby?” Running his toothbrush under the facet water before putting the protective cap over the bristles and setting it in the holder.

“Nothing, I’ve just never been this happy.” Laying a kiss on his shoulder.

You catch his smile through the mirror before he’s turning and throwing you over his shoulder.

There’s hushed laughs released from both of you.

He sets you on the bed, leaning down to capture your soft lips in his.

Your legs find themselves around his waist as your hands grabbed at his shoulders, pulling him closer to you.

“Can I take this off.?” He tugged at the bottom of your shirt.

“Yes.” Helping him take off your shirt, the shirt being tossed somewhere in the room.

He unclasps your bra.

He pressed a trail of hot, soft kisses to your neck, his mouth tracing over your skin and down as his mouth finds your nipple.

You moan softly as his lips meet your midriff, his tongue swirls around your skin, making you squirm in desire and need.

Joel briefly removes his lips from your midriff with a ‘pop’, a string of saliva had been left, but quickly broke when your back arched; urging for Joel to continue.

Joel’s warm hands wander down, inching closer to your heated core, you’re getting wetter by the second.

Your hands scamper around, finding solace in Joel’s hair whilst he spreads your folds through your panties. His finger slowly, rubbing up and down. You gasp at the contact.

He continues to rub circles onto your clit, sometimes back and forth — almost tauntingly.

“Honey…Please don’t tease me,” you muttered weakly, getting lost in the near pleasure he gives you.

The chuckle Joel lets out is dark, a contrast to the soft airy kisses he rested upon your plump lips.

“What’d I tell you about patience, darlin’?” Joel murmurs against your pouting lips, he kisses you again, but there’s more force behind it. Your teeth clatter against his as his fingers pick up their pace.

Joel groans as you tug on his brunette tufts of hair. Joel then inserts two lengthy digits into your hole, making you cry out. To who exactly? You’re not even sure. You can’t be, not when his beard scratches your face just right, and his fingers model a ‘come hither’ motion inside of you.

Joel nips your lips before lowering his head to your pussy. He wastes no time in absolutely devouring you. You lay your hands on his shoulders, almost trying to get him closer.

He’s licking and sucking everywhere, all you can do is mewl out to him, letting out several ‘fuck, Joel!’s and even a ‘it feels so good!’.

His nose bumps your clit as he replaces his fingers with his tongue. “H-holy shit Joel! Right there baby!” You exclaim, voice cracking due to the strain.

You tightly wrap your thighs around his head, nearly suffocating him; just the way he likes it. “Baby..Baby! I’m-I’m so…” Your voice gives out, reducing to nothing but a whimper. Joel can tell you’re close.

He then pops back up from your legs, beaming at you proudly as you’re spread out for him.

You whine due to the lack of contact, Joel bends a bit to kiss your shoulder.

“Awe,” he drags out, “Don’t worry, peaches. Y’know I’m gonna take care of ya.” His southern drawl makes you ache for him.

Joel’s hands push down his pants painfully slow, he’s toying with you on purpose, but you love every second.

His thumb hooks around his boxers, allowing him to remove his sweatpants alongside them in one go.

Seeing him completely bare takes away the cold you feel due to the slight chill of the room. He’s breathtaking, you don’t know how else to describe it.

“Yeah? You think so honey?” His grin is nothing short of a cheshire.

You gape at him, not realizing that you actually said that out loud, but before you can think about it too much, Joel’s sliding his pink tip against your folds.

Your chest is heaving, you’re antsy and Joel finds it delicious.

“Y’ready peach?”

“Always.” You reassure with a slight nod.

Then, Joel pushes his cock into you, you swear you can count every inch entering you.

He pulls out almost entirely, then slams back into you. A choked gasp leaves your throat while Joel starts to find his pace.

Your nails find their place on Joel’s back, scratching deeply in satisfaction.

“Y-Yeah..That’s it darlin’. Squeeze me just like that.” Joel manages to groan through his gritted teeth.

His hips slap against yours, and you both are chest-to-chest. He can feel your breasts bounce up and down against him due to the force, and it nearly makes his mouth water.

Joel reaches his hand up, pushing some stray hairs behind your ear, murmuring, “You’re s’pretty, baby.”

“Ha-ah. I’m cumming, Joel!” Your voice remains somewhat hushed, but you can’t help but get louder as you get closer and closer.

“C’mon, peach. Joel’s gotcha, go ahead ‘n give it t’me.” Joel moans at the feeling of you clenching oh so sweetly around him.

Your back arches off the bed, Joel’s arms wrap around your frame to hold you, as you find your release.

You continue to squeeze Joel’s cock as you come down from your high, and you feel him twitch inside of you, signaling to you that he’s close as well.

His head rests in the crook of your shoulder, making it more than easy to whisper to him, “Cum for me baby.”

You feel spurts of his warm seed shoot inside of you as Joel lets out an earth-shattering groan.

He lays on you for a few minutes, regaining his bearings, before flipping down onto the bed next to you.

“You’re incredible, y’know that?” Joel slurs, moving his head slightly so he can get a good look at you. You’re both disheveled and sweaty, chests rising then falling just as quickly.

“So I’ve heard.” You smirk at him cockily, making him chuckle and shake his head playfully.

“Mhm…Let’s get you cleaned up, peach.” He kisses you again then picks you up bridal style, you giggle and hold onto him tightly as he walks you to the bathroom.

December 30, 2009.

“And you’re okay with this.?” Joel was at the edge of his seat fidgeting with the black ring box, it was important to ask Sarah for her permission about proposing to you.

Sarah was Joel’s first priority, he’d never want Sarah to be uncomfortable or unhappy in her own space.

“Dad, you know I love her like how I love you. I’m 100% okay with you asking her to marry you.” She grabs at her father’s hand.

“Plus It’d be nice to have another girl in this house.” She pokes her dad before giggling.

“I’m glad to hear that baby girl.” He pulls his chair closer to hers, engulfing his daughter into a tight embrace.

June 22, 2010.

You and Joel had been dating for 2 years and you couldn’t be anymore happier than you are now.

Your nights in the Miller residence always consisted with either a movie night in the living room, or playing board games before bed.

Tonight consisted of a certain Miller taking you to a fancy restaurant. Joel had told you earlier that morning that Tommy had offered to watch Sarah so that you two could have a nice dinner by yourselves.

.. Without hearing about a classmate who throws pencils across the classroom and is rude to their teacher.

You had gotten home before Joel so you decided to start getting dressed, you wanted time to be able to do your hair and finalize your outfit without feeling rushed.

You and Joel had waited for a reservation at this restaurant for months and you two weren’t gonna be late either.

After picking out a white floral sundress and doing your hair and makeup, you head downstairs to hangout with Sarah as you wait on Joel and Tommy.

30 minutes later Joel was walking through the front door in a new pair of jeans and a white short-sleeve linen button up and a bouquet of flowers.

Followed by the young miller brother who was the babysitter of the night.

“Hey darlin’.” he greeted you with a small smile.

You stand up to meet him halfway, taking ahold of the bouquet.

“Joel these are beautiful!” He smiled, shrugging one shoulder of dismissal of your thanks.

“I knew you said something about these flowers not too long ago, saw a guy selling them near a site I was working at. Couldn’t help but think of you.” You press a soft kiss to his lips.

“I love you so much, Joel Miller.” You smile, before walking to the kitchen and looking for a vase.

Placing the flowers into the vase that now sat of the dining room table, walking back to him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“You look beautiful.” He murmured to you, brushing his down your arm as he glanced at the dress you had on.

You’d picked it out for this occasion, the soft white material making you feel soft and beautiful.

“Thank you! You clean up nice too..” you giggled at your tease, giving him a soft kiss to the cheek before taking his hand into yours. You were eager to get to the restaurant; you’d been waiting to try this particular place for ages and finally you had got a reservation."

Before leaving the comfort of your home, you said goodbye to both Sarah and Tommy.

“Don’t do anything irresponsible.” You pointed at Tommy. “I know you’re 26 years old but still, I’d like to come home to the house in one piece.” Before pulling him into a hug.

“Sarah, please watch uncle Tommy.” Sarah laughs at your comment about her uncle.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll make sure he’s on his best behavior!” She giggled and pulled you into a small hug.

Walking over to Joel, who’s stood at the front door.

Sarah runs over to her dad before capturing him is a tight embrace.

“Bye dad, have fun!” She said as he moved her curls behind her ear.

“I will babygirl, be on your best behavior for uncle Tommy, okay? Patting her head.

“Okay dad!” He kissed her cheek and you and Joel walked out the house.

You walked to the passenger side of Joel truck, before Joel approached you, watching as he reached down to open the passenger door for you and held it open, standing back for you to get inside.

“Well thank you.” He grinned, smiling as you got in.

“No problem darlin'. ” softly closing the truck door, walking around the baby blue truck and hoping into the driver side.

The truck engine lightly roaring as Joel started the car and pulled out of the driveway. Soft music plays as you turn the corner and enter the main road.

-

The restaurant is elegant, with dim lighting that casts a romantic glow over the patrons. Soft jazz plays in the background, creating a soothing ambiance

“Name under the reservation.?” The young blonde asked Joel.

“Uh, Joel Miller.” He shoved his hands in his pocket, rocking back and forth on his heels. Which was a nervous tic for Joel that you’d picked up on over the years.

“If you want to follow me this way, I can take you straight to your table.” She grabbed two menus and a specials menu before walking you two outside.

“Ladies first.” He motioned in front of him.

“Such a gentleman Joel miller.” Smiling softly before quickly grabbing at his hand and pulling him behind you.

Sitting down at much fancier tables than the one you and Joel had in your dining room. Beautiful black and gold menus with intricate letters, placed neatly on the table beside the spoon, knife and forks wrapped in nice fabric.

"Can I get you guys something to start with? drinks? maybe an appetizer?"

"I'll have a glass of red wine." the young waitress quickly wrote your drink down on her note pad.

"ill have a glass of water.. oh and can I have a lemon on the side?" Joel anxiously tapping his fingers on fabric covers wood.

"yeah, of course. I'll be right out with your drinks!"

“I heard they have really good steak.” he quirked his eyebrow.

“You’re gonna turn into a steak.” laughing a little too loud for this kinda restaurant, not before looking around to see if anyone was looking at you like you had two heads.

The young waitress, Brooke, which you had read from her name tag, came back with the three drinks.

“Thank you.” the both of you said reaching for the drinks.

“Are you guys ready to order, or do you need more time to think?” it was almost telepathically telling Joel that you were ready to order if he was.

“Yeah, we’re ready to order.” both telling her what you’d want off the menu.

“I'll have the steak, medium rare, with broccoli and mash potatoes.” he says as he hands the menu to the waitress.

“I'll have grilled chicken with mushrooms, and broccoli and mashed potatoes, please.” following what Joel did, and handing her the menu.

“Alright. I’ll get those right out for you both.” Joel watches as the waitress leaves, his gaze returning back to the woman sitting in front of him.

“What are you looking at?” you tease.

“What, can’t a man take a moment to admire how beautiful his girlfriend and best friend looks?”

“Joel Miller, you're a very cheesy man.”

-

After placing the order for the food, conversation engulfed the both of you.

Twenty minutes flew by and food was finally on its way to your table.

The waitress placed the meals in front of you, and waved down another waitress to refill your wine glasses.

The both of you half way done your food, feeling too to finish what was left on your plates.

“Joel this was really nice, I’m really glad we got the chance to do this.”

“Well I'm glad you had a good time, my peach!” reaching for your hand from across the table.

“I got one more thing to show you tonight.” he grinned

“Oh yeah?” You watched as he flagged down the waitress for the check.

After Paying the check, you and Joel walked down what Texans called the ‘Texas boardwalk’, down to the sand to watch the sunset.

You two sat down on the soft but grainy sand, listening to the waves crash together, in blissful peace.

“I feel the happiest I’ve ever been.” Looking at the man beside you.

“That’s weird because.. I was just about to say the same thing.” His chocolate brown eyes are finally finding yours.

“Yeah, that’s so strange? It’s like we’re meant to be or something??” Letting a soft giggle out.

“I want to show you something.” Before even realizing what he said, he was standing up somewhat quickly (old man lol) and grabbing your hand to pull you up with him.

“Of course!” He was pulling you along, whatever it was he was bursting with excitement.

“Joel, baby slow down, whatever it is you want to show me will still be there in a few minutes.” You laugh at his eagerness.

“Sorry. Sorry, I’m just really excited to show you.” He slowed down a little bit and you were still kinda jogging.

“Okay we’re almost there but I need to blindfold you.?” He said nervously.

“Okay.?” Closing your eyes as the cold feeling of the blindfold covered your eyes.

Joel grabbed both of your hands to guide you to wherever he was taking you.

“Are you ready?” He asked, grabbing ahold of where he tied the blindfold.

“Yes?” He slowly pulled on the blindfold. The millions of candles were making it hard to focus on the big sign that said ‘will you marry me’.

There was Tommy and Sarah standing by the sign smiling all bright.

“You two!” You laughed pointing at them.

You walked closer, the word on the sign finally clicking.

“Are you being serious??” Shocked was the only emotion you had right now.

“Yes baby.” He smiled, getting down on one knee.

“Oh my.” Tears were forming, hands were shaking, your emotions were everywhere.

“Peach, ever since I’ve known you, you have always been the light to my darkness. You were there to help me with Sarah, you were there when I could barely keep the light on, you have been my rock for all of these years. Two years ago when we decided to take our relationship to the next level and start dating was one of the best days of my life. Not much changed, and I think that’s what amazes me everyday. So I’m asking, will you marry me, peach?” He said as he pulled the ring box out of his pocket, before opening the box and pulling out the ring.

“Yes, Joel miller I will marry you.” Tears are falling down your face as you hold your ring finger out, while he slides it on.

Not before he quickly gets up and picks you up, spinning around before pulling you into a kiss.

Joel slowly places you down as Sarah comes over and wraps her hands around both of you.

“I’m so happy for you guys!” She said tears softly falling down her cheeks.

“Thank you babygirl.” You said as you rubbed her back to comfort her.

Tommy walked over to embrace his older brother in celebration.

“Congrats brother, you're finally getting married!” He said, patting his big brother in the back.

“Thank you, I couldn't do it without you and Sarah helping me set this all up.” He smiled at his younger brother.

“Anytime.” Smiling at his brother. “Go back to your kid and your fiancée, I’m gonna load this stuff up in the truck.”

“Alright, holler if you need help!” Joel yelled towards Tommy.

-

After helping Tommy load the stuff in the back of his truck, the rest of the miller family headed home.

You, Joel and Sarah hooped into your pajamas and watch a new movie on the couch.

You cuddled up against Joel and Sarah cuddled up against you.

“Im so happy that I’m gonna be able to marry you.” You said in a hushed tone.

“Weird, I was just about to say the same thing.” He smiled.

And before you all knew it, the whole miller family was peaceful asleep on the couch.

[princessbrunette]

OUTERBANKS: THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU — THE LORE ♡

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CW: depressing tones, violence, death, blood, gore.

AN: okay, so i don’t really know what this is — but i wanted to open this up as an au i could write drabbles for with reader x character and i decided to write some extensive lore behind the universe i’m creating. i’ve always loved zombie media so i wanted to combine my fav things n create this little au for you guys. this isn’t really a fic but more so an opener to inspire drabble requests n ideas in my inbox, kind of like an experimentation. okay, hope you enjoy !! ౨ৎ

“We got gate one locked down, I repeat Pope— we got gate one locked down. Proceed with opening gate two. Over.”

“Got it, thanks JJ. Over.”

The squealing of mechanics shakes the dusty ground as the old gates begin to slowly slide, squealing as they open up revealing the long forest road up ahead. John B readies himself for a simple supply stake out, headed out alone to check out an old warehouse one of the runners had scoped out a week prior. As he exits the gates, he looks right and then looks left — stepping on the squishy skull of a previously dealt with Infected, its body lulling out from the old rickety grafitti’d sign reading Kitty Hawk.

The world went to shit back in 2020. Some sort of pandemic that had people biting others, their brains overpowered by aggression and hunger for flesh. One day everyone was cleaning up the beaches after Storm Agatha, the next day people were tearing into flesh right infront of your very eyes. At first, the people of the Outerbanks had moved out onto their boats, living out on the water with the occasional supply run. It worked for a while, the infected couldn’t swim so as long as your boat was afloat — you were safe from their bloody unforgiving jaws. However, supplies started to run out pretty fast, and people began to turn on eachother. Hopping boats and pirating until no one was left standing and the water was tainted with blood— the infected gathered on the shore to feast on the bodies slowly being washed up by the tide.

The pogues had found you by week six, your body curled on the pier by the Chateau crying into your hands having lost everyone you’d ever known. You were sure to soon perish— no supplies, no weapons, no food. Life had become bleak, hopeless — until for the first time in your life you’d felt the cold barrel of a pistol pressed to the back of your head.

“Who are you and why are you out here?” Kiara barks, a khaki green bandana tied to cover her nose and mouth.

“I’m— i’m just looking for shelter. I don’t have any weapons on me I swear I’m safe, please just —”

“Are you bit?”

“No!”

“Turn around.”

When you slowly turn, you’re met with two female faces, one more familiar than the other. Besides Kiara stands Sarah Cameron— a girl you went to school with. She looks more unsure than Carerra, hand resting on the pocket knife wedging out of the waistband to her denim shorts.

“I don’t think she’s bit Kie… hey, I think I know this girl.”

It was Sarah who had convinced Kiara to bring you back to the Chateau and let you stay. It was also Sarah who got you accustomed, explaining the role everyone played. She was a negotiator, her social ranking in the old world aiding her in communicating with people outside of the barricades they’d made. Kie was in charge of supplies, stock take and recruiting. She decided who was in and who was out. Pope was the brains, did all the mathematical equations to help the group understand their circumstances and chances of survival better. JJ, a fighter — most skilled in dealing with firearms and building bombs, which came in pretty handy when clearing out what was left of Kitty Hawk. John B was their leader, he often came up with the main strategies and stuck his neck out on the line.

Everyone was their own cog in the well oiled machine they’d built to aid them in surviving an apocalypse. It was uncertain what you could bring to the group until you’d mentioned that you’d been studying to be a nurse.

“S’good thing you come in useful ‘cus I was totally gonna suggest we use you as bait. Y’know, cos of the whole doe eyed damsel in distress thing you got goin’ on.” JJ jests with a smirk, and you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you to make sure you knew he was only kidding around.

You became a lot more useful for patching people up once you’d cleared out Kitty Hawk. The pogues and yourself had began to collect a larger group of survivors, creating a small town to live in what once was the behavioural-correctional camp. You’d collected gardeners, seamstresses, doctors — people of all ages looking for shelter and safety to live in the many dormitories the land had to offer. You had the evening shifts, patching up any runners that had return from their time outside of the gates with injuries.

You remember the day Sarah got bit so clearly.

The Twinkie had come barrelling through the gates so fast, the townspeople that protected the entrances barely getting them open in time before the vehicle was speeding in— Kiara and John B ushering the blonde out the doors yelling out for you urgently with devastation in their voices, begging you to amputate the arm she’d been bitten on.

The pogues had gone for what was promised to be a civil meeting with Ward and Rafe Cameron. The two had taken over what was left of Kildare, creating a strong colony in a gated community that Ward had just come into possession of right before the outbreak. They were feared, respected — and they wanted Sarah to return to them.

Of course, the meeting was a set up— and when Sarah had refused to go with them — they opened fire, attracting rogue infected to swarm in on the group. In the chaos, Sarah was bitten — and JJ in a fit of rage had shot Ward Cameron straight through the skull infront of his only son. This started an all out war.

You recall arriving to Sarah, and your heart sinking. It was definitely too late, her eyes blood shot and skin uncharacteristically pale. She was whispering “Its okay.” Over and over. You wasn’t sure if she was convincing you or herself.

Kiara took her out to the forest to put her out of her misery before she got the chance to turn into one of the brainless monsters that had existed outside the gates. She was stronger than you could ever be, holding back her tears as she aims the barrel to the blondes head. You weren’t there, but you heard the gunshot as you were patching up JJ who was skimmed by a bullet. You slept by his side that night without uttering a word about it.

Everyone got a little more serious from that point on. You often stared at the heart with her initials she’d carved into her old bunkbed that now sits empty in her dorm, her things laid out like she was still coming back to collect them one day. John B got a little more stern as a leader, over protective of you as he made it clear he didn’t believe you’d be able to protect yourself out there — banning you from leaving the gates. JJ became a more ferocious fighter, busying himself with target practice out in the forest shooting bullseyes each day to ensure he could quickly take down whoever he needed to. Pope got more reserved, more moody — hanging out by himself infront of maps or in the radio room with Kie trying to find new survivors. Occasionally, just occasionally — the bunch of you would get together and drink round a camp fire. Things would feel normal again, just for one night — the group laughing and telling stories the same way they might have done before the outbreak.

You wondered how long this could last, if there was ever an end to any of this. You also wondered if there was a reason to it all happening, if you were being punished for the way you’d behaved as human beings. Mostly though, on a day to day basis— you wondered when Rafe Cameron would return for his revenge. It was only a matter of time.

[enid-rhees]

any chance you could write a maggie x fem r where maggie gets drunk and fem r looks after her wife but maggie doesn't realise she's falling in love with fem r again. then the next day, everyone knows about what happened and they tease maggie over it?

drunk in love || maggie rhee x fem!reader

warnings: drinking, one sexual joke (drink responsibly!) (it’s also short, i apologize for that.)

a/n: thank you so much for your request, anon! hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻

Maggie Rhee Masterlist

“y/n!” Maggie wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you in a hug, but dropped all of her weight on you. you let out a noise of surprise and pulled her up, “hey, sweetheart.” you laughed, brushing some of her hair away from her face. “have you been drinking?” you questioned, and Maggie giggled.

“a tinnyyyy bit. Carol invited me over for wine while you were on your run.” Maggie poked your face as she said that. “ah, that’ll do it. drinking with Carol.” you hummed. “we talked about you.” she giggled again.

you raised your eyebrows, “yeah? what were you saying about me, love?” Maggie began tracing shapes into your skin, “about how… pretty you are. and… how you’re so strong. you’re really, really strong. did you know that?”

“i did know that. you like that i’m strong?” Maggie nodded repeatedly. “i love that you’re strong. you look so hot when you’re beating people up.”

you laughed again. “why don’t we get you to bed, love? you’re gonna have a huge headache in the morning.” Maggie gasped, “you want to sleep with me?! that’s so inappropriate.” she whispered the last word like it was scandalous.

“no, Maggie. to actually sleep, no sex tonight.” you told her, pulling her arm so she would stand up with you. Maggie stumbled and fell into your grasp. “okay, keep holding onto me, sweetheart. we’re almost there.”

you managed to walk Maggie all the way to your shared bedroom and gently sat her down on the bed. Maggie hadn’t stopped staring at you the entire time, so you leaned down to meet her eyes. “what’s on your mind, Maggie?”

“i really like you.” she whispered. “i would hope so. we’ve been married for a year.” you giggled, and Maggie shook her head. “no, like… i really like you. i think… i think i love you too. yeah. i love you. a lot.”

you couldn’t help but smile widely. “i love you a lot too, Maggie.” you leaned forward and pressed a short but sweet kiss to her lips. “now let’s get to bed.”

you started working on the garden in Hilltop early in the morning, that’s when the newly grown vegetables were most fresh. Carol was working on cleaning clothes, and some of the others were doing their own thing.

as you began to replant the last section of seeds, you heard the front door of the main building open and close. you turned around and watched as Maggie slowly, very slowly, walked down the stairs while holding her head. you stood up and ran over to her.

“good morning, love.” you laughed as Maggie dropped her head into your neck. “did you take the pills and water i left for you?” Maggie nodded. “yes, thank you.”

“ah, look who finally woke up.” Carol’s voice came from behind you. “you are quite the drunk, Maggie.” you laughed again when Maggie groaned into your neck. “who else did you tell?” Maggie asked you.

“totally not me.” Rosita suddenly said, “but i agree, Maggie. isn’t Y/N like… super strong?” you tried to bit your lip to contain your laughs, but failed. “you’re terrible.” Maggie whined.

“i’m sorry, love. it was too funny not to tell everyone.” her eyes widened slightly. “everyone?”

you gave her a nervous smile. “i love you.” you told her, in hopes it would let you off the hook. she gave you a brief glare, “you are so lucky i love you back.”

you pressed a kiss to her head. “i’m extremely lucky to have someone like you love me back.”

[icallhimjoey]

Could we do a prequel of “ground rules” like what really happened that night..

someone requested this nearly a whole year ago, i found it whilst trying to clean up my inbox and, okay so FINE, the girlies want smut ???? they can GET it, enjoy (fiy: this can totally be read on its own w/o needing to be aware of what ground rules is even about) (cw: 18+ smut) Wordcount: 4.9K

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Inside Out & Outside In

(read Ground Rules here)

Ghosted.

You’d seen this guy three times, had talked to each other for over a month.

Ghosted.

Three lovely dates. Were absolutely planning on taking it there tonight. Had shaved your whole body, were wearing matching underwear which never fucking happened, were lotioned and potioned and ready. Smelled fucking amazing.

Only to be fucking ghosted.

He said he’d meet you at a certain restaurant you’d really wanted to go to, and then… just didn’t show. Calls went unanswered until they got declined. Blocked? Maybe. But why? For what? Weren't you unbelievably hot, and nice, and kind, and smart, and cute, et cetera, et cetera?

After waiting for way longer than you should’ve, you texted a friend. Asked if they were still having people over that night and if it was okay if you stopped by too – you’d turned down the invite earlier, because you had a hot date, obviously.

“yes please come! everyone’s here” got followed by a more concerned, “everything ok?”

No, not really, but maybe after another drink you would be.

You walked into your friend’s flat and were welcomed by about fifteen people shouting loud heys and hellos, all upbeat and happy and cheery.

Joe took one look and saw you were definitely not feeling all upbeat or happy or cheery, and went to fetch you a drink whilst you explained to the friend you’d texted that he just… he didn’t show up.

“What the fuck? He just… he just bailed on you? Did you call? Or text?”

“I did, but–”

“Weren’t you seeing him for a little while already?” someone else chimed in, and you realized that your friend must’ve informed everyone else. Or, at least, some people. Not that this was a huge party – just, a get-together, a gathering. Just some people over in her flat, drinks and snacks and loud laughter with some background music going. Like a night at the pub, but cheaper, and open ‘til later.

“No they went on– you went on a couple dates, right? My God, and to then just…”

“Did you get stood up?”

“Yea, I–”

“Hey, come on,” Joe interrupted, holding up a drink for you but nodding his head towards the balcony. Get you out of this overwhelming bombarding of questions. You didn’t need telling twice.

Outside, you leant on the banister with Joe next to you and just took quiet sips of your drinks in silence for a second. Joe rolled a cigarette and didn’t really say anything. Didn’t ask anything. Not until you sniffed loudly and he saw you were trying your best to blink tears away, to suck the excess water that was starting to pool there back into your tear ducts somehow.

“Hey, he’s an idiot. Proper dickhead.”

You let a wet laugh escape you and nodded. “Yea, he is.”

“How long did you wait around for?”

You winced, annoyed and disappointed with yourself for how long you sat in that restaurant by yourself.

“Too long,” but then you immediately defended, “But you know, I didn’t want to assume the worst. What if something happened? What if there was a good reason for– maybe he was just running late, you know? People run late sometimes for valid reasons, don't they?”

Joe nodded, lighting his cigarette and filling his lungs with smoke before he blew it out to the side, away from you. Considerate.

“You’re too kind for this world, you know?”

You grimaced, and Joe went, “No, that’s a good thing! We need more people like that. Like you.”

“Yea. Well. Thanks, I guess...”

You didn’t mean it, thought it just made your life unnecessarily and unfairly difficult, but Joe wasn’t one to press it any further.

Another silence fell where you listened to the noises coming from inside. Someone knocked over a glass which caused commotion and you could hear the beat, the soft bass, of whatever song was playing.

You drank, and Joe smoked in between sips and you both looked down at the street. A car was trying to parallel park and failing miserably at it. The silence and lack of attention on you was just what you needed to open up.

“I was really starting to fancy him,”

“Yea? Already?”

“Wouldn’t have gone to see him again if I didn’t,”

“Makes sense,” Joe tapped some ashes over the banister, “That’s actually smart… also makes this extra shit.”

Yea, it did.

“I think… maybe I’m just, I think I’m just a bad judge of character, because I don’t–” you stopped because your throat did something funny. You had to cough to mask the sob that got stuck in there and tried to hide your wet eyes as you turned away from Joe.

But Joe saw.

Joe knew.

“Darlin’,” Joe tossed his cigarette and took hold of you by a shoulder. Made you turn back to make eye-contact.

Yea, you were definitely crying.

“Come here.”

You got pulled into a hug and decided that, yea, fuck it, you were totally allowed to cry actually. A shitty thing had happened and it was absolutely fine to be sad about that. It didn’t exactly help that whilst you waited at the restaurant, you’d downed two fat glasses of wine already and were now halfway through a beer, but... Joe was there and he was nice, and friendly, and was warm and hugged you tight, and didn’t ask invasive questions, and, wasn’t that somehow just exactly what you needed?

You stood like that for a while, just in Joe’s tender embrace in the cold air, blinking slow tears down your face every now and then.

A knock on the window made you want to turn, to pull away from Joe to see who that was and why they wanted your attention. But Joe wouldn’t let you. You felt how he shook his head at whoever was on the other side of the sliding door and didn’t let his grip waver.

Apparently there was some sort of nonverbal communication, because next you felt Joe jerk his head to the side. You imagined he nodded in the direction he wanted that person to disappear into. Imagined his frowning fuck off facial expression.

“Who is that?” you asked, voice a little constricted because you had a throat full of weird emotions.

“No one important.”

You huffed a laugh. The people inside were all of your friends – they were all important.

After another short silence, Joe let his arms slip down and pulled back. You weren’t off the hook yet, though. Joe kept his arms loosely around you and forced eye-contact.

“You okay?”

“Yea...” you lied as you sniffed.

“...you sure?”

You huffed a laugh and were honest when you said, “No.”

You saw Joe’s worried eyes scan your features, seemingly looking for something hidden in your eyes. Then his eyes cast down and looked at the drink you were holding still.

“Need something stronger?”

“Yes, please.”

Joe smiled at you, impossibly warm, and kind, and sweet. It was the sort of grin that was impossible not to copy.

“I’ll be just a sec,” Joe said, stepping towards the door. “Do not do anythi– keep both those feet on the ground, no irrational silly decisions.”

You gave him a deadpan stare followed by an eye-roll that made him laugh.

“All right. Just checking,” Joe disappeared inside and couldn’t fight his smile.

Neither could you.

Inside you saw people try to grab his attention, try to ask him if you were okay, what was going on with you. It was all well-meant attention, but exactly the opposite of what Joe wanted. He’d assigned himself the role of carer for the night. Would lend you either shoulder of his for you to cry on for however long you needed.

Joe wasn't going to lie; he fucking loved this.

Obviously it was awful that you were sad, but to be able to swing in and protect a fragile pretty girl all night? Sign him the fuck up.

It’s why he ended up ignoring everyone for the rest of the night. Told people to leave you alone, that you needed a minute, to not bother you a second. Hogged you all night. Kept you out on the balcony and fetched you drinks and snacks. And when you started getting cold, only more reason to hug you, to try and keep you warm.

And, listen, so what if you started playing up how sad you actually really were?

So what if you used a face on Joe that you knew would make him go, “No, stop it, don’t cry, enough now,” whilst using a palm to push your head into his chest?

So what if, after a quiet murmuring conversation whilst hugging, you shivered because just Joe’s arms around your back weren’t warming you up enough, and to fix it, Joe opened his coat and let you snuggle inside whilst he wrapped the wool mix fabric tightly around your back?

So what if you were a little more into the attention than you were letting on, and started mentally thanking the universe for that wanker standing you up tonight?

You deserved nice things too.

And Joe was a nice thing.

Joe made soft jokes about the people you were both looking at inside. Said some of them definitely deserved to be ghosted by someone, unlike you. Made you turn your attention towards the moon, because look how nice it looked tonight. Let you complain about your lack of love life and was self-deprecating about his love life in return, just to make you smile.

Joe let you try a hand at rolling a cigarette for him, which you’d never done before. It was obvious too. When you handed him a barely-there sad excuse for a cigarette, all pretend-proud because you knew exactly how shite it was, Joe carefully took it from you and inspected it with a funny face, eyes all narrow, eyebrows up high on his face. Made you giggle. But then he went and actually tried to light it, and you laughed, tried to take it from him and said, “No, don't actually smoke it!” but Joe was quick to hold it out of your reach as he blew out a little smoke and said, “It's perfect.”.

Joe warmed you up from the inside out and from the outside in. With more drinks, and whispered jokes, and empathetic eyes, and squeezing hugs, and with the body heat trapped between his button-down and his coat.

After one particular tight squeeze, you felt your whole body react. Unmistakably you felt it mostly inside of your underwear.

Fanny-flutter.

That sort of made sense. How could any of this not have an effect on you? And it wasn’t as if it didn’t have an effect on Joe, either.

You easily confessed, alcohol in your veins lessening the sensitivity to rejection, not at all bothered about what Joe's reaction would be. You had expected it would definitely make him feel awkward, would maybe scare him off, but instead, he’d gone, “Yea? Feel this,” and had guided your hand to his crotch. He was half-hard.

Inside, one of your friends saw and grabbed another by the forearm, eyes bulging with shock. Joe’s coat covered your hand from direct view, and the light from inside reflected in the windows, but that was definitely your hand pressing onto a penis. The windows were big and you were stood right in front. How was no one to notice this? It was just the one friend at first though, but her gasp followed by the arm grab made two people see.

Then two more.

Then five, seven– eight.

“Did he just...?”

“I fucking told you– I called it! Didn't I call this an hour ago?”

You faked needing to go to the toilet and left without telling your friends goodbye.

Two minutes later Joe excused himself, said he was tired and would see everyone next week, and had found you waiting for him just outside the building.

He took some hurried steps and stopped to stand right in front of you, peering down and smiling slightly. You’d been close all night, bodies either touching or close enough to touch, and even though it had just been mere minutes, Joe had started missing it already, so he stood close and looked down at you and smiled. Waited.

His coat was hanging open still from when you’d been inside of it, and with the wind picking up, you used it as an excuse to keep your hands and fingers busy because, what the fuck were you and Joe actually going to do?

Tension had risen enough on the balcony, and you’d essentially snuck out after revealing to each other that you’d turned each other on.

You and Joe didn’t do this.

Had never done this.

But all you knew is that you wanted to be close to him, and so your fingers slowly buttoned up his coat, starting from the bottom. Joe didn’t move and tried to control his breathing as he watched your eyes drag up his body one button at a time.

You let your hands linger after doing up the last one, fingers touching the fabric that covered his chest, and you swallowed as you stared. Imagined the skin that was hidden underneath all the layers there.  

“Mine or yours?” Joe asked, voice impossibly soft.

Your breath hitched, and on the back-end of an exhale you managed to say, “You live closer.”

“All right,” Joe grinned widely and presented his open palm, “Let’s go then.”.

You grabbed onto it and turned to start the short walk, but Joe was cemented in place and pulled you right back, swinging you back and right into him. You’d have laughed at how clumsy that collision felt if it wasn’t for Joe’s lips clashing with yours on the impact.

You wished it didn’t take you by surprise as much as it did, because you knew Joe must’ve felt how you went rigid all over for a second and he was about to pull back in response. Like he’d made a mistake and only realized by your reaction.

The slightest hint of Joe not kissing you, however, was enough to kickstart your whole system and you moved to chase after him which resulted in the kiss never even breaking, and Joe released a small noise from his throat.

Not a mistake, then.

He kissed you harder when you reciprocated, and it was cold out, but Joe was warm, and you and Joe had never done this before – had never even looked at each other and considered this to be a possibility, and it was exciting. The buildup had felt so very natural and, listen, you were both adults, weren’t you? Could do what you wanted to do. Didn’t have to talk everything over because, well, doing this, doing what your bodies felt like doing, was just nicer.

Joe shook his hand from the one he was still holding onto and moved them up to hold your face. Cupped your jaw and held your head in place as he kissed you more. You had to hold onto his wrists for fear of losing balance, or maybe for fear of floating away entirely.

The sound of a balcony door opening high up above you somewhere sprung anxiety into Joe’s legs.

He broke the kiss, found your hand again and said, “Quick. Come on,” and pulled you right along the pavement, your shorter legs doing the most to try and keep up.

Quick legs nearly jogged themselves down a couple of streets, and knees impatiently clicked in and out of over-stretching as you had to wait for some cars to pass when you had to cross a road. Joe took the moment to bring your colder hand up to his face, cupping it with both of his and blowing some hot air onto your fingers before he planted kisses there.

You let an almost pained noise escape you, said, “Can’t be so sweet to me. Makes me want to be sweet back.” which was music to Joe’s ears.

About a minute removed from Joe’s flat, you felt a drop on your forehead. Then another. You held out a hand, and felt how quickly the rain picked up.

“Shit, come on,” Joe said, squinting up at the sky and tightening his grip on your hand before he started running.

It only took a second for the couple of drops to turn into a sudden torrential downpour. The water was cold, and it hurt your forehead, but you were laughing as you ran. This all felt ridiculous.

Joe had to let go of your hand to get into his building, and you saw his wet hands fumble with his keys a little. Joe noticed his own shaky fingers and knew you were watching too, so he overdid it. Shook so hard, he dropped the keys and made you laugh.

“Oh my God, hurry up,” you pretended to want to take over, but you got playfully shoved to the side and just got more wet in the process.

Both ways.

When he eventually pushed the door open, he held it and did a silly little bow whilst gesturing for you to walk inside first.

Ever the gentleman. Meant he'd be outside in the rain longer.

He took hold of you by the waist with both hands and dug his fingers in firmly over your coat. You were a tipsy mess of soft giggles as you covered his hands with yours, easily letting yourself be lead towards the lift.

Each time there was a second of you not being as close, it was his hands to moved you back in.

Outside the lift you kissed some more.

Inside the lift you kissed some more.

Outside Joe’s door you kissed some more, hands roaming over clothes.

Inside Joe’s flat you kissed some more, hands roaming under clothes.

Wet coats and shoes got discarded in a messy heap by the door.

You noticed that Joe’s ears had significantly darkened in colour, from more than the cold rain could’ve done to them. They were so fucking red, you could practically feel the phantom burn in your own. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been in here, in his flat. Maybe a couple months ago when you and some friends picked him up on your way somewhere, dipped inside real quick because one needed the toilet and another had never seen the place before.

You hadn’t been there often at all, but you knew the way to his bedroom. Made your way there blindly, because all you could see was the inside of your eyelids as Joe kept his face firmly attached to yours.

In there, you bumped your hip into a dresser and nearly tripped over something left on the floor. Joe made noises as if he could feel your pain and pulled you snug against him by the hips. Made you be able to feel his entirety through his trousers, and something in the back of your brain sparked. 

Instead of focusing on your own clothes, your mind was with getting Joe out of his first. You wanted to feel him. You’d get to you later. 

Wrong.

Joe got to you immediately.

He pulled on the hem of your top and worked it over your head, leaving your to blow a mess of hair from your face which didn't work because it was all wet strands that stuck to wet skin. You heard Joe suppress a giggle, used a kiss to not let it slip out, because fucking God, you were so fucking cute.

Your fingers found Joe’s trousers to undo, but Joe was quick to take over. Knew it’d be faster if he did it himself.

“You’re going to have to talk to me,” Joe panted, shoulders pulled up high and chin tucked in as he undid the button to his trousers, carefully handling the zipper. You frowned as you peeled your wet jeans from your legs, nearly losing your balance as you did.

Was okay though. Joe caught you with a strong arm before you did. 

“Tell me what you like,”

Considerate. But you weren’t one to say all that much during getting to know someone like this. Joe could get some panting yesses and some encouraging moans from you to guide him along, but that’d sort of be it.

“Tell me what you don’t,” Joe added, because your lack of answer translated into hesitation from you.

The rain was really coming down harder now, violent and unrelenting, tapping hard against the windows of his bedroom. It was nice for background noise, didn’t leave the silence awkward. Muffled everything a little and you were glad you couldn't hear your own heartbeat in your ears because that meant Joe wouldn't be able to hear it rattle in your chest either.

With his arm still around your waist from making sure you didn’t topple over, Joe crowded in more, and where touches and kisses had been hurried and messy since stepping over the threshold, Joe took a second to just... be close.

Let his nose circle yours without letting your lips meet.

It turned you on so much, it kind of drove you mad.

He took a small step forwards that forced you to take one backwards.

You curled both arms behind your back to unclasp your bra, and Joe was quick to remove it from between the two of you, letting it drop to the floor. You heard his careful breathing, felt it on your face as his grip around you tightened as he slowly pushed forward more.

You took small backward steps until the back of your legs touched the bed and you made sure to wrap both arms around Joe’s neck to ensure you’d take him with you.

Joe braced an arm against the bed, slowing you both down, ensuring the wind didn't get knocked out of you.

The second your bare back touched his sheets, Joe's mouth found yours again in the dark and hands roamed where they hadn't roamed before.

“Is this okay?” Joe muttered after a while, one finger hooking the side of your underwear, like this wasn’t the sole reason for you even being there in the first place, and you nodded.

Of course this was okay. 

But suddenly, almost just to fuck with him, you frowned and went, “Actually…” all serious, like you were about to leave a yelp review, and Joe pulled back immediately. 

You felt how he held his breath, waiting for you to say something. Hesitant. Nervous.

“You’ve not said anythi– look, these match the bra,”

Joe’s eyes scanned down, looked over his shoulder but couldn’t see your bra at all, and then turned to look back at you, confused.

“It’s a set.”

Joe didn’t get it. Why would he fucking care if your bra matched your briefs?

Joe dipped down and kissed your neck to avoid having to answer.

Joe had also said you’d have to tell him what you liked, and... all right, fine, you could try.

“Tell me you like it, I want you to– say you like ‘em,”

“I love them,” Joe immediately obliged, speaking hot breath into your ear.

Good.

You hadn’t put the effort in for Joe specifically, because how could you have ever predicted this is where you’d end up, but you had put in effort and wanted, no needed, the validation.

“I love them so much,” Joe said, hands now working to pull them down your legs whilst you started trying to undo Joe of his underwear.

It was dark, and the air around you felt cold where the rain had left you wet, but Joe was on top of you, and you were both entirely naked now, and arousal worked hard to heat you up from the inside out. You felt yourself start to unfurl at the edges.

Joe’s hands were everywhere.

Joe’s mouth was everywhere.

“Inside,” you panted, surprised you were actually instructing.

“Yea? Where?” Joe asked, voice all breathy, his fingers stroking silky soft skin, leaving trails of tingles and slick.

You didn’t even really care where if you were honest. Just wanted to feel him inside. You’d felt it press up against you for long enough now.

“Inside,” you said again, unable and unwanting to explain yourself any further, but using your hands to help and guide, showing him rather than telling him.

And fine. Joe could be shown. Instructing didn’t always need words. Could be nonverbal all the same, Joe decided, gladly letting you help him push himself inside.

And, fuck.

Fuck.

That felt so fucking good.

Joe went slow.

Was all tender touch and paid attention. Tried to hold his breath until he couldn’t anymore. Tried to keep his groans inside until he couldn’t anymore.

Joe went slow until he couldn’t anymore, hips finding a pace all by themselves, spurred on by your moans and your finger nails that dug wherever they could dig.

Joe’s weight on top felt nice.

Joe’s hands moving your legs about rather than trying to manoeuvre you into entirely new positions was nice.

Joe’s head buried into the space between your neck and shoulder was nice.

All his sounds unmistakably close to your ear was nice.

It was all nice, and then it became good.

“Yes,” you panted, moaned loudly, and heard Joe pant and huff a proud laugh.

“Yea?”

“Mm hmm,”

You felt it creep up. Slowly, but definitely there. Joe needed to keep doing exactly what he was doing. No messing.

“Yes, don’t stop, don’t–” moans got louder, and, it fed something inside Joe. His ego, his pride, his dignity, his confidence.

It had the wrong effect.

Joe knew he was doing something good, because, look at you. But it made him want to do more. Encouraged by the noise you were making, Joe upped all of everything he was doing, and–

“No, you’re–” you laid a flat hand over his shoulder in an attempt to slow him back down.

You felt how Joe went rigid, almost halted entirely.

“Go back– you need to, do it– I said, don’t stop, you–”

You weren’t very good at using your words, but could anyone really blame you? Look at where you were. What you were doing. How you were feeling.

Joe got the message, though. Went back to what he was doing before when you had started moaning yesses and, yea, it took a little time to get back to that same place you were before. But Joe was unrelenting, just like the rain outside that got smacked against the windows by strong gusts of wind, and your orgasm hit you just like it as well.

For a second or two, you weren’t really there.

You felt Joe’s weight, felt his movement, felt his touch, but you were gone.

Heard just the rustle of wind and the clattering of raindrops, a loud static in your mind, and felt utter, utter bliss.

You floated long, tried to stretch it for as long as you could, until you suddenly were there again, in Joe's bedroom, on top of his sheets, and you heard him groan loudly. Felt his hips stutter against your own. Felt him spill deep inside.

It took Joe long to pull out.

He kind of kept going for a little bit after he came too, seemed almost hypnotised and went for as long as he could, until he couldn't anymore. Until he winced, and stopped, and carefully pulled himself out.

You awaited reality to crash into you like a shockwave, but the shock took its sweet time and you thought maybe it was saving itself for the morning, because this was always your favourite part. Straight after, where guys let their heads drop against your shoulder, against your chest, all their weight heavy on top as they caught their breath.

And Joe was just like every other guy ever, because he did the same. Rested on top of you until his breathing evened out.

But Joe was also different, because before he rolled off of you, his hands found your face to touch, to cup, to hold as he pressed kisses into sweaty skin, and then asked you if you needed anything. If he could get you something.

“The bathroom,” you said, letting a breathy laugh escape you that Joe copied.

You pushed all thoughts of doubt aside, told your mind that it could panic over the lack of protection used later. Shock was allowed to find you in the morning, you’d decided now.

“Don’t be long,” Joe mused, rolling off and moving covers to crawl underneath, revealing he expected you back. Back into bed with him. To cuddle, to snuggle, to tangle limbs and to fall asleep together.

What the fuck was your life?

You and Joe didn’t do this.

Had never done this.

But it was nice, and comfortable, and exactly what you fucking needed, so you gave in. Peed, cleaned yourself up, splashed water wherever you felt it needed splashing, and snuck right back into bed where it was warm. Where two strong arms pulled you close.

You were both naked still.

And Joe had his remnants inside you still.

But reality could find you later.

Joe warmed you up from the inside out and from the outside in.

Reality could find you in the morning.

the end

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[ievutebebe]

~Purple Rain~

Summary – You are at a party, where your friends like always had disappeared and you were stuck on the couch in between couples making out pretending to be on your phone. But it all changes in the kitchen.

Pairing – Pre-outbreak/no outbreak Joel Miller x F! reader

Warnings- MDNI 18+, use of alcohol, reader is drunk, but everything is consensual, unprotected p/v sex, use of ‘daddy’ kink (like a lot), fingering, chocking, inexperienced reader, reader is in her early/mid 20s and Joel is in his late 30’s-early40’s. Creampie, rough sex, squirting. Joel is good at convincing and praising. Anything else? Let me know.

Word count- 4,4K

RATING- 18+

A/N- Was listening to purple rain and my brain came up with an idea for a fanfic so wrote it all down. Also, this is my first time writing smut so apologies for any bad grammar or if you spot any mistakes. I actually was going to scrap this but decided to just go for it💀

Promise that part 2 of the fangirl fic is coming soon.

Inspired by~ Purple rain of course and @amandaapascalll love her brain so much.

RULES: READ THIS WHILST LISTENING TO PURPLE RAIN

You are lonely at a party full of people, but you are avoiding everyone by pretending to be on your phone because of your anxiety.

You lift your head up to look at the crowd, your eyes land on a handsome man and he makes eye contact with you, but when he does you look away. When you try to peek again, you see that he has company. Sipping on your drink you realise that you need a refill so make your way to the kitchen.

On your way out you bump into this mysterious man and spill your drink all over his white shirt.

“Howdy?”. He says whilst standing in the door frame, but it was too late as you weren’t looking where you were going.

“Oh, my goodness! I’m so sorry”. Wine splashes all over his shirt, exposing his muscly chest.

“It’s alright darling”. He says rubbing your shoulder.

“Come in here I will clean it, I feel awful”.

 “Look it’s really not a big deal darl-“. you grab his hand and lead him into the kitchen where you find a cloth and damp it in the lukewarm water.

“Sit right there for me”. You point to the chair.

“Alright bossy pants”. He abides and sits right where you told him to.

You make your way to him and crouch in between his legs in attempt to rub off the wine stain on his shirt which, by the way is not going well. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why is he hot? Stay focused, stay focused.

“You really don’t have to do th-“ he tries to speak.

 “Shh” you shush him by pressing your finger to his soft pouty lips.

It is your go to phrase when you are drunk, you like to shush everyone. There is no way you would have this much confidence if it weren’t for alcohol running in your system, but you aren’t complaining.

“So, my names Joel by the way, how about you?”. Joel breaks the silence.

“My name is Y/N”. You look up making eye contact with him.

“That is a lovely name rhymes with Miller don’t you think?” He shoots you a wink.

“Mmhm not a bad pick-up line”. You try so hard to not smile like a schoolgirl, if it was supposed to work on you it sure did, but you weren’t about to make it obvious and out yourself.

“It’s not a pickup line, it’s the truth” he smirks as he is staring down on you in between his legs, making you fluster and this time you are unable to hold back a smile from forming on your lips, so you look down and continue your task of getting the damn wine stain off.

As you are rubbing the stain, you place your other hand onto his thigh to keep yourself sturdy, without paying any attention your fingers brush on his crotch and he groans.

“Joel are you okay?” you stop for a moment and look back up at him.

“Yeah, I’m ok, just um your hand.”

“Oh! shit sorry.” You look at your hand and realise that it is right on his private part, you quickly move it but can’t help your face from turning red as your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“No need to be sorry, quite enjoyed that to be honest.” He adjusts his jeans.

Did he just flirt? No way can’t be, FUCK I must be imagining things. He is so fucking hard, ain’t no way. Focus, focus, focus. Don’t look... You try as hard as you can to resist the temptation of your thoughts from taking control.

You give the shirt a few more pointless attempts in hopes that the stain magically disappears, but it doesn’t. You decide its best to give up and stop embarrassing yourself by pretending that you can get the stain off.

You let out a huff. “Oh gosh it’s really not coming off, I’m so sorry Joel” you say biting onto your lower lip whilst looking up at him and batting your eyelashes.

He lifts your chin to face him “Well, it is a wine stay after all, look it’s okay”.

He gets up, giving you his hand to hold onto whilst helping you get up. “Give me this let’s put it down, I have a better idea.” He takes the cloth from your other hand and throws it into the sink.

“What idea?” You focus your gaze on what he is doing.

“How about I just take it off”

~faint purple rain song starts to play in the background~

He starts to seductively unbutton his shirt at a slow pace and then takes it off throwing it onto the floor.

“Holy shit” you close your eyes. “What is it?” “Oh, someone is shy.” He laughs playfully.

“You are, you are naked.” You squint your eyes as hard as you can to resist from looking. “No, I am not honey.” “It’s okay you can look, no need to be shy.”

~The music is now louder and both of you can hear it~

His warm ochre eyes are glinting from the faint light above as he steps forward to you and extends his hand. “Shall we?”

You grinned wider as you took Joel’s calloused hand and held it with both of yours.

“We shall.” Your voice grows quieter as you take a step closer to him, holding his hand tightly. ~I never meant to cause you any sorrow~

His eyes seem to sparkle even more at your quick response - the wrinkles under his eyes seem to fade away as he pulls you in closer, chest to chest. ~I never meant to cause you any pain~

Joel’s face lights up at your reaction, his gaze softening and his ears flushing a slight shade of pink. You fail to stifle a small laugh and your cheeks match the colour of his ears. ~I never wanted to be your weekend lover~

Both of you keep traversing through the room, your footfalls drowned out by the sound of bubbling laughter.

“May I?” Joel grins expectantly, lifting your hand above your heads. ~I only wanted to be some kind of friend, hey~

Whatever answer you planned on giving him dissolved in giggles as you twirl under his arm.

“I’ll take that as a yes, honey.” He blushes deeper as you steady yourself, meeting his gaze. A gaze full of emotion - adoration, awe, and something more. ~Baby I could never steal you from another~

Joel clears his throat and looks down to your feet, his moving slower as he thinks for a moment.

“Joel?” You skid the rhythm to a halt after asking.

“I just…” Joel leans in closer, his eyes flitting to yours. ~It’s such a shame our friendship had to end~

You don’t say anything instead just get on your tiptoes and place your hands around his neck until your lips meet his, he kisses your lips gently and slowly, but the kiss quickly grows hungrier and passionate.

~Purple rain, purple rain~

He picks you up without breaking the kiss walks towards the door, locks it and then sets you down on a table lifting the hem of your dress up to your hips.

His hands are gliding up your thighs caressing them in stroking motions closer to your core. He kisses down your neck making his way to your chest and uses his hands to free your boobs.

He uses his finger to glide it from your neck down to your nipple. He then rubs your nipple before using both of his hands to squeeze your boobs and returning one of his hands back to your thigh.

His calloused hand on your thigh makes you whimper, you try to close your legs and your pussy clenches on nothing, but he stops you by using his other hand to spread your legs back open by squeezing on your thigh roughly, whilst his other hand caresses your cunt through your soaked lacy thong that is drenched in your juices.  ~Only want to see you underneath the purple rain~

“What baby?”. “Nuh uh, you want me to stop?”.

“Don’t stop please”. You say breathlessly as he rubs your g spot.

“Such a needy girl”.

“Yes Joel, need you so bad”.

“So sensitive”.

“Yes, daddy”.

“Baby you’re so wet, is this how bad you want me?”.

“Yesyesyes, Joel” “Please, need your fingers”. You plead.

He pulls your thong off and slides his digits into your folds using them to rub your pussy in gentle circular motions to gather your slick.

Once there is enough wetness, he slides two fingers into your pussy curling them as they dissolve inside of you, deep inside your abyss, reaching his knuckles, you arch back a little and close your eyes.

Moans and whimpers escape from your mouth as he continues to pump them in and out of you hitting the spot that makes your toes curl.

“Such a tight little pussy baby”.

“Mmm yess daddy”.

Moaning feels up the whole kitchen, all that comes out your mouth is “Joel” over and over again.

“Remember if it’s too much at any point just say red light, okay?”

“Yes, that’s okay Joel”.

He is working his two fingers in your pussy, placing the thumb on your g spot and rubs it.

When he places his thumb on your aching clit and continues to deeply finger you, it makes you cry out in pleasure and your pussy flutters around his fingers pulsing now which makes him finger you at a quicker pace, your hips move to ride his fingers as you are approaching your release.

“Joel I’m close”. “I know darlin’ can feel you squeezing my fingers”.

“You’re doing such a good job baby”. He places his other hand onto your belly to have a tighter grip on you and takes your hard nipple into his mouth sucking on it and giving it a lick as he let goes.

“Come on honey, come for daddy”.

“Come all over my fingers”.  

“Soak em baby, want to taste your honeydew”. It doesn’t take long until you come undone soaking his fingers.

“Fuck! I knew you would taste good, as sweet as honey, I could spend hours between your pretty pussy”. He pulls his fingers out of you and puts them in his mouth.  

“You did so well, now you are ready for daddy’s cock aren’t ya? Going to let me ruin that pretty pussy of yours?” he reaches down to unbuckle his belt and unzips his jeans, letting them drop and frees his cock out of his boxers taking it into his hand giving it a few strokes it and moves closer.

You let out a gasp from seeing how thick his cock is and that it is already hard when he lets it sprung free.

"Go on, take it pretty girl".

You take his cock into your hands pump him until his pre cum leeks, you’re about to lean in and take his cock into your mouth when he stops you by pushing you on your back until you lay flat on the table.

“See how hard you make me baby?” “This is all you and your sweet little pussy”.

“Mhmm, Joel need you so bad, please”.  You brush your thumb over his tip.

“Not yet baby, you have to be patient”. “Daddy is in charge here”. “Be a good girl for me”.

“Yes daddy”.

He taps the tip of his cock on your sensitive throbbing pussy, drenching it in your arousal.

Then moves his cock up and down your pussy, teasing you at your entrance, making it seem like he is about put it in but instead he just slides back up to your g spot and slowly moves it down again repeating it a couple of times.

“How about I, yeah you like that baby?” “You like how I feel huh, dirty little slut” “Say it” he uses the other hand to choke you slightly to get a response out of you.

“Yesyesyes Joel fuck please” “I need you inside, please daddy, pleasepleaseplease”. You beg as you can’t handle anymore teasing, your pussy is aching for him.

“That’s what I like to hear”. “I like to hear you begging to be fucked like the whore you are”.

 “You will depend on daddy’s dick, baby”.  He speaks in a possessive and low voice.

He leans on top of you as you lay flat on your back on the kitchen table, he uses both of his hands to grab your waist to slide you down closer to his hard as a rock cock whilst holding you in a firm grip to position himself at your entrance.

“Shit baby you’re so damn tight”. “Mmm, feel so good”. He shuts his eyes as he enters your tight pussy. 

He thrusts in deep but not all the way, but it is enough for you to moan and arch making you slide up and his cock slip out.

He puts it back inside, but you place your hand on his chest trying to push him off a little because of the pain and not having time to adjust to his length. You’ve never fucked a guy with a big and thick cock as Joels, you’re not sure you can take it. It’s so big you can feel it stretch your tight walls and cling to his cock.

“Oh nuh uh baby doll no escaping, you can take it”.

“Joel I-“ you slide up again.

“Nonono don’t think so baby, you stay right here” He positions himself at your entrance and pushes in deeper this time then before using both of his hands to keep you in place not letting move not one bit as his hands dig into your bones.

“And keep your eyes open for me”. He commands.

“Shit! Joel I can’t” you see stars for a moment, and everything goes black in your vision.

“Your dick is too big, I-i cant Joel” you stutter “It hurts”.

“You can take it sweet girl I know it”. His thrusts slow down and he fucks you at a slower pace.

“Gotta get used to it baby”. “I will be gentle, relax for me” you abide to his command, as you completely give in, the pain fades and ecstasy takes over. His cock is stretching and moulding your tight pussy is addictive and any pain you feel is titillating.

“Atta girl just like that”.

“J-joel-“.

“Doing so well for daddy aren’t ya?” “Good girl” he whispers in your ear. “Daddy is proud of you, you feel so good baby doll, your pussy is perfect like it was made for me”.

He sucks on your neck, pretty sure it will leave a mark, but you are way past the good girl shit right now it doesn’t even matter, a problem for another day.

He is fucking you so good you didn’t think anything could make it even better but him whispering into your ear and feeling his breath and warmth on your sweaty body only made you feel more intoxicated and orgasmic.

It’s like your pussy was made for him, his dick was sculpting your pussy and stretching it as if it was her first rodeo.

Although Joel hasn’t pushed himself all the way in yet, it sure didn’t feel like it to you, you didn’t think there was more to come.

“I’m going to come” You cry out.

“Hold on baby can’t let you come yet, not even in all the way baby”.

“What? Joel it’s too big I can’t take more”. Your eyes go wide as you look down at his cock seeing that he is barely thrusting past his tip. Your lack of experience at sex really is catching up to you.

“Yes, you can, sweet girl”.

“I will slide it in a little further, is that okay?” He brushes his nose against yours gently, moving deeper into your hole and you let out a moan.

“Yesss daddy”.

“Fuck daddy, fuuuck!”. You feel his warm hairy balls slam against your ass cheeks, making your pussy clench whenever his cock disappears into your body.

“Good girl, doing so well”.

He feels your pussy clench around his cock “Not yet, daddy’s not done with you”. “Come here”.

He gets up, pulling out up to his tip, holding your hand to help you sit up, when you do, he picks you up gripping onto your thighs just below your ass and you place your hands around his neck. You choke out a sob when he sinks your pussy down onto his veiny shaft, your head falls back, and eyes roll to the back of your head.  

Joel is pounding into you at a brutal pace, pushing himself all the way into you before pulling out only to slam straight back it. His balls strike your ass with each thrust adding to your building orgasm making your pussy tighten and thighs ache as your legs swing in the air.

His cock is reaching so deep inside of you that you can feel him in your lower belly, the only words you manage to choke and cry out in between the moans are “Joel” “fuck! daddy” “don’t stop”.

It’s buried so deep that you struggle to keep your eyes open and they water making your vision blurry while your nails dig into the back of his neck.

Joel isn’t being merciful at all, he uses his hips to thrust in you with his thick shaft to stretch and fill you up. Your pussy makes a sloppy sound as he uses your entrance however, he pleases, and you feel a sudden urge to pee.

“Whose pussy is it baby?” “Speak”.  

“Yours daddy, only yours”. You manage to choke out.

“Anyone fuck you like this before?”. Joel slams all the way into you and stops moving for a moment before pulling out and thrusting straight back in making you squeal.

“UHHH! no daddy”. “AHH- only you”.

“Mhmm that’s what I like to hear baby doll”. Joel grits his teeth.

“Yes, daddy just like that”. “Yesyesyes-yes”.

You can feel him hitting your cervix, your body tensing and pussy pulsing with pleasure every-time he pounds into you.

“Joel, Joel, Joel fuck fuuck!” “I-I I’m going to c-“.

“Come for me, I ain’t going to last much longer”. You know he is close as his thrusts are now even faster and messier.

“Fuck, I’m going to come baby”. “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, I’m on a pill”.

You come undone drenching him as your muscles tense up and his release follows shortly after one last powerful thrust.

He empties his balls deep inside of you, and you feel his warm liquid drip and flood your walls.

You don’t even realise it but when you come you completely drain him in your release and some of it had dripped on the kitchen floor.

He doesn’t pull out straight away, both of you are in the post sex haze panting trying to come down from your highs.

Breathing evens out and he finally puts you down gently onto your feet and you tremble on your limp legs and grip onto his bicep as your feet give in, Joel reacts quickly and wraps his arm around you to help you stay up.

“Ooop oop oop, I gotchu baby girl, you okay there?”.

“Yes, just can’t really feel my legs and everything is spinning woah-” you giggle.

“It’s okay baby girl you’re all drunk from daddy’s cock aren’t ya?”

“Yes daddy”.

“Go sit for me baby, I will get you cleaned up”. “Can you do that for me?” He pulls his pants on and buckles his belt.

“Yeah”. You make your way and slump into the chair.

But you are still intoxicated from sex that your sight is still blurry. You can’t help but replay the sex that you just had with Joel in your mind.

Joel ignited something within you, him pounding into you and his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust made your body burn with desire and lust for more. There are so many more ways you would love to fuck him or even let him fuck your tits and have him come all over them. Suck his cock until his cum drips deep down your throat. You’ve only just fucked Joel minutes ago, but you are already looking forward to fucking him again. He fucks like a god with years of expertise.

He grabs your panties from the floor and makes his way to you.

“Open your legs for me baby”.

“Hey, hey! don’t fall asleep yet baby”.  Joels tone is quite and gentle.

“Sorry, what did you say?”.

“I will get you cleaned up; can you open up for me?” “Oh yes, sorry” you can’t help but smirk looking down at Joel.

“It’s alright”.

He used your panties to wipe your pussy clean from both of your releases and then used the warm cloth to clean you up. He doesn’t give you the panties back instead he stuffs them down the pocket of his jeans without you noticing.

You pull your dress down and put the straps back on to hide away your boobs.

“S okay daddy’s gotcha” he wraps his hands around your waist.

“Did so well for me baby” pecks your cheek.

“Mhmm”

“You okay baby doll?”

“Yes, just feel tired”.

“It’s ok baby, let me get you some water”.

“Here you go and um so have you got a boyfriend darling?” Joel feared the answer to this question, but he had to know, a part of him hoped that he a chance with you and that he could see you again and ask you out on a proper date to do right by you.

“No” you choke on the sip of your water before answering.

“Easy, easy now” “The only thing you should be choking on is my cock”.

“Good one Mr Miller”.

“How come a girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend, look at you baby doll, you are perfect”.

“I guess I just prioritised my studies, I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend it’s not a priority for me, you know”. A lot of guys tried so hard to get your attention and constantly asked you out on dates, but none of them felt homely or long-term type of relationships so you just focused on getting your degree. However, one look at Joel made you rethink your ways, this instant attraction to him didn’t compare to any of your silly crushes you had before it was more intimate and nerve cracking. No guys had ever made you nervous the way Joel did, you stuttered in front of him.

“Any guy would be lucky to have a girl like you, but I get it”.

“How about you, Mr Miller, you got a girl?” you ask dreading what his answer may be in anticipation.

“No darling I don’t”.

“Well, I guess that means we are both single” you say in relief.

“Yes, baby I am all yours and now that we both established that we are single, how about I give you a ride home”.

“That’s very kind of you Mr Miller” you tease. “Oh please, just call me Joel”.

“Alright daddy Joel it is”. You giggle.

“Come on let’s get out of here”. He grabs your hand and walks out of the party holding your hand in his.

Tagging: @kateispunk @amandaapascalll @brilliantopposite187

Wasn’t sure who to tag so sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged🥹

Thank you for reading! Stay hydrated and may Joel bless y'all.

[topnotchquark]

hi! I'd love to read more about your boarding school AU! only if you have something in mind of course.

safe travel! <3

Love you anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hadn't written anything for a while, but here's a fic I just wrote in my notes app for you. It's Bezz/cele mostly. Kiss kiss hope you enjoy even though it's whatever! 💗💗

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Pecco shows up a little late at dinnertime and delivers the news as he pulls a chair next to Franky.

"Apparently it's picture day tomorrow for the team, around 11." Pecco announces as he pours himself a glass of water.

"Why are they rushing it?" Bezz asks from where he's sitting next to Cele.

"They want to get it done before the principal travels for his guest lectures and we leave for the regionals" Luca responds on Pecco's behalf who nods in his direction.

"What are we expected to wear?" Franky inquires.

"The whole shebang. Suit and tie and winter trousers." Pecco's response immediately makes Franky and Bezz groan in protest.

"I don't even have a pressed shirt." Luca remarks.

"You can borrow one of mine." Pecco tells him.

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After dinner Bezz accompanies Cele to the infirmary to get his bandages changed. Cele had cut his palm open in a lab mishap. The nurses had stitched it up fine, but recovery was chugging along. Bezz has been helping him since then, always coming to see him after classes, and sitting next to him during meals to ensure he ate.

On the walk back to the residences, Cele quickly makes a mental checklist of whether he has his full uniform ready for tomorrow.

"Why are you so quiet?" Bezz asks him as they cut through the lawns in the dark.

"Thinking about where my clothes are."

"I'll help you find them."

"No that's fine Marco. I'm just worried about washing my hair."

"Because of your hand?" Bezz asks.

"Yes. Bathing is already difficult"

"I could.... I could help." Bezz speaks after a moment, an edge to his voice.

"Okay, thank you." Cele nods in response to Bezz's offer.

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Bezz and Cele are the only two people in the the dorm bathrooms at this hour. The halogen lights makes a buzzing noise as they stand there confused.

"Right, umm, how do we do this." Bezz asks to no one in particular.

"The sinks seem fine. I'll bend over." Cele responds, not quite sure of himself.

"Alright yeah. Wait." Bezz says as he wraps a small plastic bag around Cele's bandaged hand to keep it dry.

Cele lets Bezz securely tie the bag around his wrist and bends himself so his neck and face hand into the sink.

Bezz accidentally turns the tap on full speed, soaking the collar and back of Cele's t shirt.

"Fuck shit" he remarks as he quickly shuts off the water.

"Cele I think it would be better if you took your t shirt off." Bezz tells him.

Cele stands up straight and struggles to get his wet tshirt off with one hand. Bezz immediately closes the gap between them and grabs the bottom of his tshirt and gently tugs it upwards. He looks at the broad expanse of his pale body, the veins under his skin looking blue under the harsh lights. Bezz gulps as he frees Cele's head from the collar of the fabric, taking extra care to gently loop it out of his injured hand. Cele's familiar body looked alien to him at this odd hour in these odd circumstances.

Cele bends over once again and sticks his neck into the sink. Bezz manoeuvres the tap better this time. Cele feels warm water on the nape of his neck. It flows down his scalp in little rivulets that makes him feel like he's getting goosebumps. Bezz gently eases his fingers into his hair. The dull ends of his fingers on the skin behind his ears. Cele can't describe the feeling. It feels pleasantly relaxing, but also like being on a rollercoaster when it's dropping down. Bezz squeezes some shampoo into his hair and quickly massages it into a lather. Bezz's fingers snag on his tangled curls as he cleans him. The pinching, sharp sensation on his scalp feels like it's running down Cele's shoulder and making his stomach feel like it's in freefall. Bezz rinses him and takes the care to clean the foam around his ears. Afterwards, he uses a towel to gently dry him off and drops him off to his dorms.

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Cele runs to the lawns to make it in time for the picture. Pecco and Luca are there, waiting for another group to get done before they assemble. Luca looks at Cele and tells him to fix his collar, Pecco smiles and reaches over to fix it for him. When they finally line up, Bezz comes over to stand next to Cele, and ruffles his curls before the picture is taken.

[kazu86sworld]

Haaaaiiii everyone!

Hope you're always happy and helathy wherever you are 💗

This the chapter 2 of my latest kakayama fic.

Happy reading! 🥰

Stay (chapter 2)

"I will hold a soft opening party to celebrate my new hotel that I built in Konoha Village. It's a beautiful village, you know?" Said obito on phone one day.

"I know.." answered kakashi shortly.

"You kidding me..."

"I am not kidding. I've ever lived there before. Why do you tell me about it?"

"You can show your paintings there. I will prepare a special room for that. So all the guests can enjoy the atmosphere of the village and the hotel more. There will be some important persons come there, my family business's partners. All the rich people in this country. Maybe they will be interested in your paintings. How's that?

Kakashi didn't answer immediately.

"Pleaseeeee..." said Obito.

Kakashi sighed heavily "Alright..."

Back to Konoha is a bittersweet thing for Kakashi. It's sweet, so sweet even, because he found his first love from the very first sight there, and they have many sweet memories too. But it's also bitter because he had to leave his first love suddenly without any chance to say goodbye directly. And he can't find him anywhere.

He went there last year after he finished his art bachelor's degree abroad. But he couldn't find him. He went to his house but unluckily he and his father had moved several years before, and no neighbors knew where they moved.

But as this is his best-fried request, he will do it.

******

"Where are you guys? What took you so long?" Asked obito on phone.

"Sorry Obito...there are several things that we have to fix first for the engagement event. But we're on our way now. We'll be there in an hour." Rin answered.

"Great! Because I am already starving..."

"Then why don't you eat first. You'll be dumber when you're hungry..." said Kakashi casually while driving. Rin who was sitting beside him chukled.

"Yeah...yeah...You can say that easily, bakashi! Because that beautiful lady next to you who will be your wife soon never let you starving. Ooh...poor me...a handsome and rich single man who are picking snacks and soft drinks alone to reduce my starving..."

"Obito...." Rin blushed and chuckled. "Maybe you'll find someone there..."

"Yeah...hopefully. By the way guys, there are some good restaurants here. I want to pick you...Aaww! Hey! Watch your step, man!"

"Obito? What's going on?" Rin asked.

"Someone bumped into me...very annoying..." replied Obito while fixing his earphones.

"Are you sure he hit you? Maybe you were the one who hit him because you're starving and already get dumber..." said Kakashi.

"Kakashi..." said Rin.

"Clearly he did! Cause I am just walking casually towards the cashier, while he walks like he's being chased by a ghost... Heh...wait...where is my wallet???" Obito reached into his trouser pocket.

"Something wrong, sir?" Asked the cashier.

"Umm...I am sure I saved my wallet in my pocket, but...." then Obito realized... "My wallet was stolen! It must be the man! Heeeyyy!" Obito shouted for the man who had hit him. "Thieeeff!!!"

Suddenly the people in the supermarket were shocked and turned to Obito. "Stop him! He is a thief! He stole my wallet!!!"

Obito's shout made the thief speed up his running, so he didn't realize that a cleaning staff had deliberately spilled water in front of him and made him slip. Then the cleaning staff who spilled the water searched the thief and found a wallet in his jacket pocket.

"Is this your wallet, sir?" Asked the cleaning staff.

"Oh...yeah...it is.... Thanks..."

"No problem..." The cleaning staff friendly smile made his wide eyes curve.

"So sweet..." thought Obito.

Then two security staffs appeared and arrested the thief.

"Obito? Thief? What happened?" Rin asked worriedly.

"No...nothing serious....." Obito sighed.

"You okay, dude?" asked kakashi.

"Yeah...I'm okay. I'll see you later guys. I'll share the restaurant's location. Bye." Obito pressed the red button on his smartphone screen. Then he rushed to complete the transaction at the cashier. Then looked for the cleaning staff who had helped him. But he couldn't find him. Then he asked one of the staff.

"Oh...do you mean tenzo?" Asked the staff.

"Tenzo?"

"Yes, a cleaning staff with wide eyes..."

"Oh...yes...yes...do you know where he is now?"

"I'm sure he is on his way to going home now, because his shift is done and he always goes home as soon as he finishes his job..."

"Oh...no...Do you know where he lives?"

"I'm sorry I don't know sir. But you can fine him at the backdoor, all staff will pass that door to go home. You can exit through the front door and turn into the small alley to the right of this supermarket..."

"I see. Thanks!" Obito immediately came out and turned into the alley that the staff had referred to earlier. Just as he turned he saw Tenzo, with a different appearance. If earlier he was wearing a uniform and hat, this time he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with long brunet hair that flowed down to his shoulders.

"Hey..." Greeted Obito.

Tenzo was a little surprised then confirmed who the man in front of him was talking to. Since there was no one else besides him, it meant that the man in front of him was talking to him. "Oh...hey..."

"Tenzo, right?"

"I am...."

"I am Obito..." Obito stretched out his right hand. Tenzo shook Obito's hand hesitantly. "I want to thank...again...for your help earlier...to save my wallet from that thief..." said Obito.

"Oh...you're welcome..." answered Tenzo kindly.

"I don't know what will happen next if you don't help me..."

Tenzo smiled. It looks sweeter and makes Obito's chicks warm. He cleared his throat, "Umm...would you...would you mind having lunch with me. I...I want to treat you..." Obito rubbed his neck nervously.

"Oh...you're so kind. But I am sorry, I have to go know. I already have an appointment..."

"Oooh...I see. It's alright. Umm...can I...can I have your number, just in case we can have lunch together one day?"

"I'm sorry...I don't have a phone..."

"Oh...fine...it's alright...I can meet you again here, right?"

"Yes. I am sorry, I have to go now..." said Tenzo.

"Okay. Nice too meet you, Tenzo..."

"Nice to meet you too, Obito..."

Tenzo bowed then left. Obito was still amazed "Usually it's so easy for me to make someone be amazed. I think this one is different.... more challenging. Maybe Rin was right. I'll find someone here..." He smiled.

******

Danzo advised him to go home immediately after work, because there was something important he wanted to say. That's why Tenzo ran towards his house. It didn't matter to him, because running through Konoha village had been his routine since he was still at school. While running, he surveyed his village. A lot has changed over the last 8 years. The village is still green and beautiful, but there is starting to be development here and there. He really hopes that no matter how much development occurs, it will not damage the village where he was born and a place that holds many memories, both beautiful and sad memories.

As soon as he arrived in front of his house, Tenzo saw a luxury car parked in front of his house. "Whose car? Are there any guests?" he thought. Then he opened the front door and entered his house.

"I'm home!" Said tenzo.

"Oooh...there you are! Danzo's pretty son!" Said someone.

Tenzo was surprised. A fat middle-aged man sat in the living room holding a cane, and a young man stood next to him looking like a bodyguard while his father sat on the opposite side.

"Tenzo...This is Mr Murayama...Great him!"

Even though Tenzo was a little doubtful and suspicious of the guest, he bowed in respect.

"Tenzo...what a sweet name! As sweet as the look. You're so lucky, Danzo..." the man named Murayama got up from his seat using a stick and walked over to Tenzo. Tenzo started to feel that something's wrong, he stepped back.

"Oh...don't be afraid dear. From now on you will get a very much better life with me..." Murayama was about to touch Tenzo's long hair. But tenzo immediately brushed Murayama's hand away.

"Don't touch me!" Said Tenzo.

Murayama laughed. "Well...well...apparently so brave too. No problem. I like it...."

"What do you want? Dad?"

"Tenzo, starting today you have to live with Mr Murayama..." said Danzo looking down.

"What??? Why???"

"Of course to pay off your poor father's debts, dear..." said Murayama.

"What????"

"Come here, my dear..." Murayama was about to take Tenzo's hand. But Tenzo brushed it off again and kicked hard right at Murayama's dick. Murayama immediately bent over in pain. The bodyguard immediately approached to arrest Tenzo, but Tenzo quickly took a small spray from his bag and sprayed it right into the bodyguard's eyes. The bodyguard immediately covered his face because it hurt.

"Tenzo!" Said Danzo getting up from his seat.

Tenzo didn't care, he immediately left the house and ran as fast as he could.

******

"The food is soooo delicious, Obito!" Rin said in the car. He, kakashi, and obito had just finished lunch at a seafood restaurant. And now they're on their way to Obito's hotel.

"My hotel staff told me about the restaurant. She said there are some other good restaurants too here. Is that right, kakashi? You've ever lived here, right?" Asked obito from the sit behind.

"Mhm..."

"Really? You've never told me, kakashi?" Said Rin.

"I lived here when I was at junior high school, but it was only couple months. I had to go back to capital city because my father's boss passed away, and my father had to be his successor..."

"I see..." said Rin.

"My staff also said that there are some beautiful spots here..." said Obito.

"That's true. I'll take you to one of the most beautiful spots here..." Kakashi turned his car towards the only beach in Konoha village.

15 minutes later they arrived at the beach. Rin immediately took off her high heels and felt the soft sand. Obito stretched his body while enjoying the breeze. While Kakashi closed his eyes, feeling memory after memory with Tenzo flash through his mind like movie, and his chest filled with emotions. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Hey guys...I can do something..." Said Kakashi. Rin and Obito turned and saw Kakashi taking a piece of wood and drawing something on the sand. Kakashi drew the faces of Rin, Obito, and himself.

"It's so beautiful, Kakashi!"

"Hey hey...why do you draw me so weird like that?"

"Because it is really you..." Kakashi answered casually. Rin chukled.

Meanwhile on the road by the beach, Tenzo stopped running. His breath was still short. He wiped his tears and took a closer look at a car parked there. Then he turned his gaze towards the beach. He gasped. There is someone who is drawing on the sand, someone with silver hair and masked face. There's no mistaking it...that's for sure....it must be him....

Tenzo immediately ran and hugged the person from behind.

"Tenzo?" Asked Obito confused.

Rin was shocked and confused too, really didn't expect what was happening..."Tenzo?"

Kakashi also shocked...very shocked...

"Tenz... Is that you?" asked kakashi

Tenzo still crying, tightening his hug "Senpai..."

-To be continued-

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Promises, Promises

Nero/Dante/Vergil x GN!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic between nero/reader, dante/reader, or vergil/reader. whatever you prefer, just meant to be comforting i guess)

Word count: 1020

A/N: just wrote this, idrk what to say. reader claws at themself in their sleep even though they're lucid enough to know they're dreaming. they don't realize they're in actual real-world physical pain until they wake up, but frankly, the pain doesn't bother them. it's kinda about the boys being concerned because the reader doesn't seem to notice/care about their wounds past "fuck, that's gonna be a bitch to heal" and "damnit now i need new sheets. did i stain my mattress????" and it's also about a promise being made to protect each other bc the amulets they wear gave my brain ThoughtsTM

also demon boy cuddles and napping bc it's a need, not just a want

here's your warning for: blood, nightmares, reader tears themself up in their sleep bc nightmares, but they also don't feel much care about that in particular past "oh no i stressed my boys out oof"

reader is okay and vergil and nero cry. dante nearly does.

long A/N, so sorry, but i needed to kinda show my thought process after not sleeping for 24 hours lol

please enjoy!

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It cycles through me like a storm, leaving me gasping for air. I jolt and can't manage to pry myself from the images in my own head.

Woefully overwhelming.

Equally underwhelming and boring as hell.

Shame I couldn't seem to care past my exhaustion. Even still, my body seemed to do the job of 'scared human' pretty well without my internal fears interfering.

Now if I waited just a moment longer, it should-

I cry out (against my brain's irritation and advice against doing precisely that-) and my eyes meet Dante's worried ones immediately. He's cradling my face and I see Nero nearly run in, arms full of medical supplies of all kinds. My arms feel warm- liquid warm. I groan in frustration, shutting my eyes.

They open again as I hear Nero openly crying through his concern and Vergil comes crashing like a hurricane into the room. His eyes are cold as always, but it's a new type of cold.

My throat is hoarse. I woke them up. I try to lift myself up on my arms before- ugh, fuck it. I slam myself back down and groan again.

Time for new fuckin' sheets. Again.

As Dante cradles me close, Vergil sets down a plastic tub filled with warm water, probably to clean the blood off of where I apparently tore myself open in my sleep. Had I been thrashing that badly? The dream was bad, but it wasn't anywhere near what the real nightmares were when I was a kid, so why…?

Nero wipes away his tears and gets to work wetting one of the many cloths he brought in the room; he soothes it over the flesh of my shoulder.

I look down groggily. Still not awake yet, it seems. Not fully, anyways.

It appears I've mostly gotten my shoulders, arms, and sides- the meatier parts of myself. Not sure if I did it because they were easier to grab onto or because there's more there to damage. Either way, the cloth feels nice and I slump relatively comfortably into Dante's warm arms and Nero's gentle hands.

I try to speak but really, no words come out. I taste blood. They can't smell the blood in my mouth versus the blood soaking into my sheets. My fingers curl into the blanket underneath me. Nero had gotten-

Oh fuck.

Now I start to panic, truly, in full, because Nero had gotten my this blanket and it was my favourite and if I ruined it with my blood, I swear to god-

"Darling, shit, breathe, okay? I know…" Dante sighs, his blue eyes watering and glossy, before continuing, his hands curling against my tensed ones, "…I know you don't really process your nightmares or physical pain the way normal people do, so I know that isn't the problem. Talk to me, what's up?" His voice is comforting, though extremely pressed for an answer.

I clear my throat, once, twice. Swallow down my blood. Don't care much about that part.

"…I got blood on the blanket Nero gave me."

The room goes dead silent. Vergil storms over and drops down to the floor next to my bed with bruising force and I'm not shocked when I hear the floorboards crack underneath the weight of his fall.

My hand reaches to thread through his silver hair and I am shocked when he lets out a sob. He whines into my hands and Nero finally finishes cleaning off all my blood. As his twin lay dormant and sob-choked, Dante starts to bandage my body. The damage wasn't good by any means, but it could've been much worse.

I rake my fingers further through Vergil's hair in apology. He accepts it graciously; didn't blame me to begin with. I know this, but silently apologize nonetheless.

As Dante finishes wrapping my arms, Nero lifts me up (which much protest from his father) and drags the blanket from under me. I'm set back down as Dante lays on the bed and Nero goes downstairs to throw the blanket in the wash before my blood stains it. Luckily it seems to have caught all of my blood, so no new sheets. Just a guilty conscience and burning shoulders for me.

Dante pulls me into his chest, purposefully warming himself as best he could without DTing to soothe my wounds and I snuggle into his body heat. Vergil lays beside us both and nuzzles his face and body closer to our warmth as we comfort one another.

Soon, Nero walks back in as Vergil's tears slow and he too lays in bed, curled into the opposite side of Dante.

Together we all snuggle as Dante turns on a movie. None of us pay attention, of course. Can't seem to make ourselves and we don't really care, either. I half think idly that even Dante isn't sure what movie he put on.

Nero's wings pull a thick comforter over us and we're enveloped in each other's scents as we start to drift off.

We all hold each other.

A promise.

A promise to never leave, to always be there for one another, to take care of one another.

A reminder that there will never be anyone who could hurt any of the others in the room without coming face-to-face with some of the scariest, most vicious motherfuckers on the planet and dying by their hands.

A reminder that us Spardas stick together- even the ones rallied in not by water of the womb but blood of the covenant- and that no nightmares would be allowed without some ass-kicking in this place.

That was our promise.

My fingers reach up to curl protectively over my amulet, at match to Dante's and Vergil's and Nero's- swirling with gold and silver, blue and red. Three initials written delicately into its metal- DVN.

Dante. Vergil. Nero.

It was our promise and they'd never break it so long as they all lived.

I smile and hum contentedly as the three men drape their arms softly over me.

No nightmares could ever reach us- not as long as we were in each other's arms.

[crowwyrmm]

I wrote an angsty blurb about Jean and Harry so I'm dumping it here. Might turn it into a full fic eventually.

enjoy ↓

"What is this? Some kind of fucking joke?" The man's eyes are dark and cold. He's leaning against the side of his door, arms crossed.

[Empathy] He seems startled to see you on his doorstep- and not overly pleased.

[Perception : Vision] He's wearing ill-fitting trousers and a dark blue shirt with long sleeves. There's something odd about seeing him without his uniform.

[Electrochemistry] It feels intimate.

"No. No jokes. I just... I was hoping we could talk? Over coffee, maybe?"

"Why do you have that?" He pointed to the small pot in your hands.

"Oh!! It's a gift- for you! It's a cute little cactus, with a flower blossom too, look-"

Jean opened his mouth to say something, but you were still going.

"You don't have to worry about watering it all the time, it's prickly-- but cool, and it's very resilient. It reminded me of you."

Jean raises his eyebrows, his lips pressing into a tight line. Silence falls between the two of you.

You feel a crushing weight in your chest. And your palms are sweating.

"Uh-huh.... thanks." There's an edge to his voice as he takes the potted plant and looks it over. His face is hard to read, but it looks like something in him caved. He sighs heavily. "Alright, fine. Come in.”

[Composure] This is going better than you thought it would. Just keep it cool, don't freak out.

[Reaction Speed] RUN before the scary man with the sad eyes makes you feel horrible about yourself again!

[Inland Empire] No. He needs this, just as much as you do.

You follow Jean inside, quietly observing the cosy wooden furniture. A painting of a horse hangs on the wall above a worn leather couch. You take a seat at the tiny dining table, nervously twiddling your thumbs.

Jean is in the kitchen. He sets the cactus on the windowsill in front of the sink and starts preparing a pot of coffee. You can hear the sizzle of the pot as the scent fills the air. He exits and takes a seat at the table across from you.

“What do you want?” His voice is as sharp as his gaze. Anger flares up behind his stoney eyes.

“I wanted to apologise to you, for all the bullshit I've put you through.” Your words are soft.

The man narrows his eyes. “Oh please!” He scoffs, “Do you seriously think I haven't heard this bullshit before?” His shoulders grow rigid.

“But–”

“Yes, I know! You're the sorriest goddamn cop who ever lived. This isn't the first time you've shown up grovelling on my doorstep.” A scowl is written across his face.

“Jean…” Your voice cracks, “I don't… I can't remember what I did to make you feel this way, just that it was horrible.”

“Oh yes. Let me help you, give you a little run-down- maybe?” Before you have a chance to object, Jean continues, “You permanently crippled a man in a fit of blind rage, a month ago. You went undercover to sleep with prostitutes and then arrested them. When a woman accused you of harassing her you tried to get her child taken away. You– you fucking leave a trail of destruction wherever you go, and it's always been my job to clean up after you.” His voice is shaking with rage, his fists clenched on the table in front of him. “I can keep going.”

God… did I really do all of that?

[Half Light] You did. You can still remember the sound of bones cracking.

“You don't need to.” There's a growing pit in your stomach. You start feeling a little ill. “I already know that I've done terrible things, I've spent weeks rediscovering every awful thing I've ever done for myself!” A heavy sigh escapes you. “Listen. I wish I could’ve been a better person, and a better partner to you– but I wasn't. All I can do now is try to move forward and… prove to you that I can be better.”

The words feel familiar and bitter in your mouth.

Jean crosses his arms tight to his body, still scowling. Silent rage radiates from him, but he says nothing.

“I have a fresh set of eyes, a new outlook on life. They say people have to hit rock bottom before they'll change. That was my rock bottom, Jean. I'm a changed man, ready to take accountability for my life.”

Jean shakes his head, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

“Do you think I’m a moron? That may have worked on me when we were young men, but not anymore. I've heard it all before. There is nothing left for you to say.” He pauses, briefly, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes. “Guys like you don't change, Harry. You might be able to bewitch this new little partner of yours, lure him in with your honeyed lies and empty promises. But not me. I'm not your emotional dumping ground, go see a fucking psychiatrist.”

[set-phasers-to-whump]

growing up

prompt: outnumbered

whumpee: illya kuryakin

fandom: the man from uncle

this is my first time doing an 'x times +1' fic :) it's 3 times illya is outnumbered + 1 time he's...actually still outnumbered lol. kinda hate the title but oh well. hope you enjoy it!!

I. childhood

Illya Kuryakin is ten years old and his country is at war and his father is in jail. His mother spends much of her time crying, and at the office where his father used to work. Illya thinks that she is trying to find proof that he is innocent. 

He believes this himself. His father is a good person. This is all just a big mistake. He will be home soon. 

Before he had left, his father had pressed his watch into Illya’s hands. He does not wear it. It is too large for his wrists. Besides, soon his father will be home, and he will need it back. Really, Illya is only keeping it safe for him. 

The other children at school do not believe that Illya’s father is innocent. If he got arrested, that means he did something wrong. Everyone knows this. 

Illya knows this. 

It’s true for everyone else. 

But not his father. 

He had used to be friends with the children in his class. But now they are his bitter enemies. They tease him and shun him in equal measures. Even the teachers look at him strangely. 

He has given this treatment to others, himself. Children whose relatives were traitors, enemies of the people. But it is different for him. Different because it is him. 

It is early autumn but the cold is fierce already. He is walking home from school, alone, when four older boys approach him. He knows them, sort of. They are in the class above him and are troublemakers. His father had told him to stay away from them. He had always listened. 

He tries to walk away from them, but they follow him. Surround him. One of them pushes him to the ground. 

“You’re probably a traitor, too,” he jeers. 

“They should send you to the Gulag along with your no-good dad.”

“He didn’t do anything,” Illya protests. “I didn’t do anything, either.”

“You’re lying,” says another boy. “You know your father belongs in prison.”

Something is happening to him. There is a pounding, drumming noise in his head and the taunts sound like they are coming from under water. He is angry. He has never been so angry in his whole life. They are lying and they are taunting him and the feelings inside of him are too big for his body and -

He doesn’t even really know what he is doing. But all of a sudden he’s not on the ground anymore, he’s pinned one boy - the one who had pushed him down - to the dirt, and the others have run off, and there is blood on the boy’s face and he looks afraid and Illya’s heart is pounding in his chest and he raises his fist to deal another blow and then -

Then someone is dragging him away, and his ears are ringing and he can barely hear the voice - his teacher, he thinks - that is berating him, and his face is wet and his hands are shaking and he does not know what has happened or why. 

That night, his mother weeps as she cleans blood from under his fingernails and Illya wonders, for the first time, whether he is ever going to see his father again. 

II. youth

There are too many of them. One, he can handle easily. Two, three, four, even five men, once. But now, they swarm him. Ten men, maybe more. 

He fights with everything he has, anyway. But he has never been so outnumbered. 

He holds out for as long as he can. He is ruthless. Pushes his body well beyond its usual already-high limits. 

Still, at the end, they have him. He’s pinned to the ground and handcuffed and hauled to his feet again, so dizzy he nearly stumbles and trips. His knuckles are bleeding and so is his nose. His arm might be broken. A few ribs, as well. 

It’s his own fault. He should have been more careful. Should have been quicker. Fought harder. 

They shove him into a cell and then they just leave him. 

He welcomes unconsciousness, when it comes. 

When he is rescued after three days, they break the handcuffs off of his wrists and he forces himself not to wince when the metal scrapes his raw skin. He is ashamed, and walks amidst the other agents like a prisoner. 

After a brief stop at the hospital - his arm is not broken, three of his ribs are - he reports to his supervisor to debrief. The man slaps him across the face and scolds him for being careless.

“Do better next time,” he says. “I expected more from you.”

There is an unspoken threat there - you are the youngest man in this organization. We chose you for a reason. Do not make us regret it.

Illya nods, mutely, and goes home. He takes a shower that is entirely too long. Even then he cannot fully wash off the feeling of imprisonment. The feeling of dried blood on his skin. 

After the shower, he crawls beneath the covers and sleeps like the dead. 

III. adulthood

For the first time in his career, Illya does not want to go on a mission. He knows that he should not feel like this. He should not let personal matters interfere with his work. 

But it has been six days since his mother died, six days. 

He has barely eaten or slept in that time. He cannot seem to. It had been expected, to be sure. That does not change how it feels. 

But life goes on. Work goes on. He had been given a couple of days off, and now he is needed. He asks, already knowing the answer, whether he could have a day - one day, to force his body to rest. So that he does not make a mistake. 

Those in charge of him understand. They do. But they need him, and only him, and they need him now. 

His wish for rest is insignificant in the face of all of the people who need him to do this. 

He acquiesces easily. 

The mission goes off smoothly enough. He does not sleep for an additional three days, eats enough to prevent himself from getting dizzy when he stands and no more. But he does what is required. 

He arrives home afterwards and sits numbly on the edge of his bed. Nothing quite feels real. 

Part of him wants to cry. Childish as that is. But he is too exhausted for that. 

He sits there and stares into space until it is time, once again, to go to work. 

IV. partnership

This has not been one of his finest days. The mission has come off, thanks to his partners, and Illya has paid the price for his mistake. 

His wrist aches - a sprain, he thinks - and the gash on his cheek is stinging, though it’s no longer bleeding. More worrying is his head. He has had enough concussions to know what they feel like and to know that he has one. 

He wants to lie down and sleep and forget about all of this. 

But his partners insist on accompanying him to his room so that they can all clean each other up. 

It’s a ritual Solo had started, in Barcelona. Any time one or more of them is injured on a mission and UNCLE does not intervene, they gather and assess the injuries. Taking care of our own, Solo had called it. 

An invasion of privacy, Illya had retorted. But he’d gone along with it, anyway, and now he is used to it. 

He does not want it today. 

He’s too exhausted to fight them off, though. He sits still while Gaby cleans the wound on his face and while Napoleon pokes at his wrist, watches as Gaby cleans the scrapes on the backs of Napoleon’s hands. Assesses Gaby’s ankle and determines it’s only been twisted. 

“Goodnight,” he says to them, once this is finished. 

They both stare at him. 

“If you think we’re going anywhere after that,” Napoleon says, “you’ve got another thing coming.”

“I am fine,” Illya says. “You both can leave.”

Gaby shakes her head, pushing him towards the bed. “You are hurt,” she says. 

“I have been hurt worse.”

“That’s not as comforting as you may think it is,” Napoleon argues. 

“You do not need to stay,” Illya protests. 

They’re slowly but steadily forcing him to walk backwards, until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and there is nowhere else for him to go. 

“Sorry, Illya,” Gaby says, “but the vote is two to one in favor of us staying.”

“It’s simple math,” Napoleon agrees. 

Illya cannot bring himself to argue further. 

The bed is too small for three people. They manage to fit anyway, Illya sandwiched between the other two, who are dangerously close to falling off the edges of the bed. 

“It was scary, seeing you go down like that,” Gaby whispers. Illya recalls a hit to the side of his head, an explosion of pain and light, an impact with the floor. 

“Can you really blame us for wanting to be close to you, after that?” Napoleon asks, and Illya thinks of their worried shouts and the frantic tapping on his cheek and the way they’d looked when he’d said he was alright. 

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to. 

He leans his head onto Napoleon’s shoulder and lets Gaby tangle their fingers together.

thanks for reading! this is the first of several fics i wrote ahead of time and am posting via the schedule option which i've straight up never done so hopefully it works lol. hope you enjoyed!

[hobaworld7]

JHS • Depressive episode (TW)

TW: Depression - Mention of self-harm - Panic attack

BTS don't belong to me. It's just an imagine.

Don't read if your sensible to the subject mention.

Hope you'll enjoy the imagine and please stay nice in the comment, i'm just a baby army!

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You were not doing great, in fact, you were miserable. You just broke up with your boyfriend from 3 years because he cheated and on top of that, all that pain cause you to fail your semester. So needless to say that you were a mess since then. 

You spend your days and night in your bed, barely eating and showering once every few days. Your body felt like it was carrying the world. It was so heavy, you couldn't move. Just cry, over and over again. Wondering how you were still alive. And still have water in your body.

On his side, Hoseok was busy practicing new choreographies with his team. His new album was just released so he was really busy with all the marketing around it. He was still worried for you, his best friend since too many years to count. He was trying to call and text you every time he gets the chance but you wouldn't answer. And it makes him worried more since today would've been your 3 years anniversary with the asshole. So today he decided to leave early and go see how you were doing. 

It's been a month, since he broke up and today would've been your three years anniversary. You were tired of being here. In this apartment you once shared with him. Everything around you felt strange. You were a ghost. Not feeling anything except the pain in your heart. Why do people can still live like nothing happen when your world fell apart? 

 It was 2pm when you got out of bed, your stomach screaming for some good food. You walk to your pantry just to see it almost empty. Same for the fridge. You let out a big sigh and fall on the couch. Almost crying because there is no food in your apartment. You grab your cellphone so you can order something to eat. After putting in your credit card information you just had to wait until it gets delivered. 

When Hoseok arrive at the entrance of your building he saw a delivery guy with some food from your favorite restaurant. 

-Ya, mister! Is it for Y/N, apartment 501?  

The delivery guy turns toward Hoseok and give him your order after confirming he knows you. He got in the elevator and select the 5. Once in front of your door, he knock slowly two times.

It's been almost thirty minutes since you order your food, you were still on the couch, contemplating the state of your place. Clothes were everywhere, dishes all over the countertop and your hair in a messy bun. The only piece of clothes were your ex's shirt and some short. You painfully get up of the couch once you heard the knock on the door. Without even looking, excepting to see the delivery guy, you open the door. You close it in a loud bang once you realized your best friend was on the other side. 

- YAH HOSEOK. WHY DO YOU COME HERE UNANNOUNCED? 

- Y/N, i'm worried about you, I haven't seen you in a month. 

- Please leave. Take the food with you i don't care. But I really don't want to see you right now. 

And here we go again, the tears were running down you cheeks. You were so embarrassed. 

- Let me in, please. 

- No. 

- Y/N, I have a key, so if you don't open the door, I'll use it. 

- It's a mess here. 

- It's okay, i'll clean for you. 

- I'm a mess. You say, hoping he'll leave now. 

- It's okay, i'll hug you until you feel better. Now let me in. 

With your teary face, you slowly open the door. He enters your apartment and put the bags on the floor. He doesn't say a thing. You don't say a thing. But when he opens his arms, you run in them. You body shaking for you tears, you press your face into his chest. His hand stroking your hair. 

- I'm here and i am not leaving you okay Y/N? You're too good to cry over this asshole again. 

Hoseok brushes the hair out of your face and with his index, gently lift your face so you look at him.  With his thumbs he started whipping off your tears. 

- Why don't you go take a shower? I'll cook diner and clean a little okay? And throw that shirt in the garbage okay? I'll give you one of mine.

You let out a little laugh and go to the bathroom. You start the shower and get out of your clothes. Once you're in the shower, you sit in the tub and just start taking deep breath. It was too much emotions. Why does he have to come here and rescue you like he's a prince or something? The boy you love left you, you failed your semester and then your best friend sees you in your worst shape? Life was really mean to you. 

Hoseok had clean you kitchen and living room and now was cooking some ramen for you. Simple but comforting. When he realized it's been more than 35 minutes since you got in the shower, he was a little worried. He knock on the bathroom door and open it. 

- Y/N, you're okay? 

He heard you crying behind the bathroom curtain. 

- Hey i'm here, talk to me okay? Are you alright? 

- Hobi... 

He could hear all your pain just in the way you said his name. 

- I'm not.. I'm not okay.. I can't breath.. Ev-Everything hur- Hurt so much. 

- We'll get you out of here okay, can i open the curtain? 

- Yes.. 

You were all curl up in the tub, the hot water burning your skin. Hobi turn off the water and put a warm towel around you. 

- I don't know what to do Hobi.. I, I just hurt all the time. I can't take it. I'm tired to feel like this. These thoughts all inside my head. Telling me of how big of a failure i am. I.. I wanted to hurt myself Hobi.. I'm.. I'm not okay. I don't know what to do.. 

You felt your breathing becoming harder and harder. You were shaking and struggling to get air in your lunges. Hoseok put one arm under your knee and one behind your back so he can lift you up of the bathroom floor. He makes sure that you stay covered with the towel before bringing you in the living room. He sat on the couch, keeping you in his arms like a princess. You buried your face in his neck, trying to get control over your breathing. 

- Okay pretty, take some slow breath okay. You got this. There is no danger. I'm here. You're safe with me. 

He was slowly taking deep breaths, encouraging you to do the same. He was still holding you in his arms, your face buried in his neck and his hand slowly stroking your hair back. 

- Don't leave me.. 

- I'm never leaving you Y/N. 

He kiss the top of your head. 

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If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=sharethank you army!

[dragonrider9905]

🐠🐙🦈

I was supposed to copy/paste those symbols, right? 😆💜

Thank you so much for the ask dearie @apocalyp-tech-a !!!!! Sorry it took me so long to reply. Got a lot going on lately but this really made me smile!!!!

🐠 a funny quote from a published work

It felt hard to choose one because I have fun with humor even though I don’t think I’m that funny. But this passage comes from an one shot called “No One Outranks the Medic”!

“Oh he is next.” Blaze cut in, making his entrance. “Sorry, Commander, no caff. It’s not good to mix that with your flu medicine. It’ll make your stomach upset. Again. And I’m not cleaning up your sick for the second time after you retrieve some from your secret stash. So I swiped it! No more secret runs. You’ll get some sleep for once.”

“I’ll take my chances.” The mound under the sheets spoke. “Give me caff or give me death.”

“Neither is an option, Sir.”

Fox groaned. “That’s an order. You can’t do that.”

Blackeye grinned. “Oh yes he can. Wanna know why?”

“No.” Wolffe growled, crossing his arms over his chest so his medic couldn’t get to his chest wound.

“We’ll, you’re going to hear it anyway.” Blaze chuckled.

“No one, I mean absolutely no one, outranks the medic!” Kix clearly was enjoying his moment of glory and vindication too much.

🐙 a pretty/elaborate quote from a published work

I try my hardest to write pretty things but it is funny how sometimes the things that stand out to you aren’t the things that stand out to others. So for this one I’m picking a passage someone said they really liked of mine from my Tech and Reader insert “Don’t Call Me Flower”:

Tech watched you hunched over on the pier, staring into the water and dangling your legs carefully over the edge. Your easy, relaxed smile he would often see on your face when you were alone or you thought no one was watching, was not present, and a feeling of worry washed over him.

Your eyebrows pressed together, hyper-focusing on something that wasn’t there. Lips were turned into a frown and mind distracted.

That really wasn’t like you. From what he observed, you were quiet…but also observant. You watched and understood everything that was happening. You always knew your surroundings and not much got past you. Your eyes were ever watchful, a hidden light which carried a flame underneath. A mysterious flame that intrigued and fascinated him. It danced with an unshed energy which promised something great, though what was yet to be seen—your power veiled behind a mask.

There was so much to you.

And he enjoyed every moment you let him in to discover something new.

The hidden garden of knowledge in the vastness of your mind and imagination was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. You brought up points he never even considered, and they excited him. Not many people outside his family had the ability to evoke an emotion of happiness from him.

You did.

🦈 recommend a complete fic!

Heh. Heh. Heh. *sweats nervously realizing I have so many wips XD* I start soooooo many fics thinking they’re going to be a one shot then end up making it multi chapter or a series XD haha as you can see already from this post XD so hmmmmmmm, I’d say I recommend “This Bond Between Us” which is a force sensitive Hunter one shot focused on his and Crosshair’s brotherhood then there is “Got Spirit, That One” which is how Cody met Rex and how they became such good brothers!

Thanks again for the ask 🤗 I love hearing from you ❤️

Published Works Game

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Hey TWEAM I have covid 🙄

Yay me! Just in time to ruin every single Christmas plan I had. But, I guess that means I have time to write. This one might be in a few parts. Enjoy!

#Part one

I walk into the Mexican restaurant and I'm a bit early. It's so fancy inside and I'm immediately uncomfortable. What am I even doing here? My legs feel like lead as I walk up to the matre'd to tell him what party I am joining.

"Right this way, Madame" he says as I follow him through this small, but impressive, dining room.

The table he takes me to is huge. It takes up the entire length of the back wall. Every seat already has a setting with water and what looks like champagne. I look around until I find the name of the person I'm supposed to meet. I find it quickly so I check the seats on either side of it and mine just says his name and guest. I get a weird pang in my belly. Something feels off. I thought he said he would give them my full name. Oh well, maybe I misheard. I sit down and check the time on my phone. Still a little bit early. So, I take my compact out of my purse and check my appearance. The only thing I don't like is the unmistakable look of anxiety on my face. I sit back and take a deep breath. And another one.

I start to notice the people that are being seated. Some I recognize and others I don't. How am I in the room with so many celebrities? What is my life right now? I realize I didn't look at all the placecards and for a brief moment my anxiety is replaced with the excitement of seeing who else shows up.

It's short lived because when I look at my phone, it's well past our meeting time. He told me 7 and it's now 7:15. I press the text bubble in my phone to make sure I didn't miss any messages from him. But, there's nothing.

The last time I talked to him was at around 11am this morning. "See you tonight. 7pm." was all it said. I responded "can't wait!" But nothing was returned. I figured he was busy and took my only text from him as a confirmation.

I get a little antsy in my chair. It's now 7:25. Seats are being filled rapidly. Maybe he's running a bit late and dinner doesn't start til 7:30 or 8? But, why can't he just send a text saying he's late? I start to realize that I may be stood up tonight. I start sweating a bit and I'm visibly uncomfortable. I send him a text.

"where are you? Is everything ok?"

I tell myself I will give him til 7:45 to either respond or show up. After that I'm out of here. This was supposed to be our first date. I met him at a coffee shop when he accidentally bumped into me in the doorway. Hot coffee spilling all over the floor. He helped me clean it up and we started chatting. He told me his name and said he was an up and coming actor and then asked me to join him at a dinner party this saturday. We exchanged numbers and texted a bit over the two days leading up to our date. Nonetheless, I didn't know him from Adam, so I was fully prepared to walk out of here.

My agitation becomes more obvious as I'm checking my phone constantly and checking around the room just as much. No sign of him. Anybody paying attention to me right now would probably be able to guess that I'm being stood up. Finally, it's 7:45 and I'm fed up. I let out a huff of air from my lungs. I stand up and swing my purse onto my shoulder. I look up to see a man standing up directly across the table from me. He has dark eyes and curly sandy blonde hair. His eyes are boring into me. They look soft like he knows what Is happening. My body twitches a bit when I realize how ruggedly handsome he is. A tamed beard. Full lips. The darkest eyes I've ever seen on a man. Veiny arms stretch out under the rolled up sleeves of his baby blue cardigan. He's holding a glass of wine. His eyes haven't left me. I shoot him a shy smile and he returns it with a smile that melts me. Deep dimples and white teeth. I turn to walk away and out of my periphery I see him step away from his chair so fast. He's sprinting around the table and towards me. He's Suddenly in front of me, blocking my way out.

"Uhh, Hi I'm Evan" he put his hand out and I shake it

I tell him my name and he smiles

"That's a pretty name" he says nervously

"Thanks. Um, I have to go, but nice to meet you" I say softly

"Hey, are you ok?" He asks "You look frazzled.."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm being stood up right now" embarrassment turning my cheeks red.

"What douchebag would stand YOU up?" He laughs nervously

"Well, I don't know him well, so I really don't know" I'm at a loss for words "I'm more embarrassed about being here for a fancy dinner Im not supposed to really be at"

"Well, how about you be my date? Then you can stay. And you know, we can chat"

I can only just stare "Oh, you don't have to do that. I'm fine. You don't have to feel bad for me." I laugh my nerves away.

"The only person I would feel bad for if you leave is me." Dimples. God, the dimples.

I stare at him for a minute then say "Ok, sure. Thank you."

oh no, i’m sorry you caught covid! everyone is sick right now 😷 big bah humbug moment.. wishing you a speedy recovery, and thank you for sharing your writing with us 🥹

[biennatodd]

A Little Party Never Killed Nobody...

Pairing: JZX/JC Endgame; but it features some elements of WWX/JC too. Rated: M CWs: Alcohol Use, Underage (JC is 16, JZX and WWX are 19), Violence, Making Out, Dubcon (Everyone is under the influence, but consent is given), College AU

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

———————–

Jiang Cheng somehow winds up in the kitchen doing jello shots that are WAY too strong with Wei Wuxian. 

It’s admittedly fun, but he ends up tapping out after just two, unable to tolerate the taste and texture any more than that. It’s too slimy and too wet and the way it slides down his throat makes him shudder in a bad way. Plus the tequila is cheap as fuck and he can taste it even through the jello flavor.

The two of them move to the living room? Or at least Jiang Cheng thinks it’s the living room, to dance to a few songs. But Jiang Cheng ends up losing Wei Wuxian in the crowd while Wei Wuxian screams for Lan Wangji. 

It’s fine. It was getting to be a bit much anyway. Jiang Cheng doesn’t want to dance anymore. 

Instead he hobbles over to one of the couches, all but collapsing into it. He can definitely feel the buzz starting to hit, and it’s going a looooong way toward making this party a lot more bearable. He tilts his head back against the weirdly plush sofa, and just lets the walls spin for a moment while he catches his breath. 

After a while, he makes his way back to the kitchen, sweaty and overheating and desperately thirsty. Of course, Jin Zixuan is there, making his own drink out of what looks like some kind of jungle juice. Or at least, that’s what Jiang Cheng thinks it’s called when they put too many alcohols and juices and actual pieces of fruit into a single huge... water dispenser thing?? The thing that releases the juice into your cup. Jiang Cheng doesn’t know! English is difficult enough when sober. Jiang Cheng frowns at the massive not-barrel, cursing it in his mind for making him feel like an idiot, but after a few seconds decides to put his head down on the cold counter and just enjoy the chill instead. Jin Zixuan offers him a little half smile, and Jiang Cheng smiles back before Jin Zixuan is sliding his cup over to him. 

“Here. Want it?”  

Jiang Cheng eyebrows furrow in doubt. 

“And what’s THIS supposed to be?”

“A peace offering. Or.. A second attempt at least.” Jin Zixuan rolls his eyes. “C’mon. You literally WATCHED me make it.”

 ( Do you ALWAYS have to do what Wei Wuxian tells you? )

Jiang Cheng frowns, snatching the cup. At this point, doubting the other boy would just make him seem like an ass. 

...plus he was REALLY thirsty. 

He chugs the (surprisingly tasty) concoction and ignores the fact that alcohol will not cure his thirst, while Jin Zixuan sets about making his own drink to match. It’s pretty peaceful, each of them nursing their own cup in silence. Or at least, as much silence as you can get in the kitchen of an absolutely raging house party. Which is.. more than you would expect honestly. But still loud as all fuck.

He doesn’t know how get from point A to point B, but one moment Jiang Cheng is just vibing, enjoying the way the bass of the music pulses through his entire body, and the next he and Jin Zixuan are practically falling all over themselves laughing. Jiang Cheng can’t even remember why or what the hell was so fucking funny. And then one of them gets a little TOO giddy and ends up knocking over an entire bottle of... something, onto the floor.

Of course, drunken logic tells them to panic, and instead of cleaning it up like sensible people, they immediately run away from the scene and pretend as though they had nothing to do with the spill like assholes.

Very Smart.

They end up in a cramped hallway, pressed almost chest to chest, laughing far too hard at absolutely nothing. Usually Jiang Cheng resents the fact that he hasn’t finished his final growth spurt and has to look up at Jin Zixuan, but right now, he doesn’t mind all that much..

Jin Zixuan is telling him something, but Jiang Cheng can’t hear him over the music, drums thudding so loud that it drowns out the sound of his own heart beating. Jiang Cheng tries to ask what he said, and Jin Zixuan tries to repeat himself, twice, before realizing that they’re getting nowhere.

Then Jin Zixuan has Jiang Cheng’s hand in his, and is pulling him away further down the hall. Jiang Cheng is a bit surprised at how cool his fingers feel to the touch. He doesn’t even think too much about where Jin Zixuan is taking him, just happy to follow along... until Zixuan pulls him into one of the guest bedrooms.

He doesn’t even act like its a big deal, walking forward to sit on the bed with a sigh as the door closes behind them.

“Ugh— Finally! I bet my hearing will be completely gone by tomorrow. Fuck.”

Jiang Cheng is a bit nervous admittedly, but he also feels like being nervous is stupid. Who gets intimidated by a fricken bed?! So he sucks it up and slowly walks over to sit next to Jin Zixuan, stomach full of weird fluttery feelings that were probably definitely due to the alcohol consumption. Jiang Cheng shifts his legs awkwardly and gives Jin Zixuan a curious look.

“Soooo.. what were you trying to say earlier?”

Jin Zixuan scratches the back of his neck, struggling to meet Jiang Cheng’s eye.

“...I was actually.. gonna apologize. I guess..”

“..What?”

The word is softer than intended, Jiang Cheng caught of guard by Jin Zixuan’s candor, too surprised to be his usual, gruff and unapproachable self.

The party seems so distant now.

It’s weird. Jiang Cheng can hear the yelling and the music, but it’s quiet. Removed. Did people know that bedrooms are like liminal spaces at parties? Is that why people enjoy them so much?

He’s not naïve enough to actually believe that that’s what people usually do in these rooms, but honestly? He could see the appeal of just sitting in here and hiding out. Close enough to be in the party, but still separate.

Yeah, he’s a bit of a loner. Sue him.

Jin Zixuan is fiddling with his bracelet, stubbornly refusing to look at Jiang Cheng.

“Yeah. Earlier? I shouldn’t’ve been trying to hit on you. It was probably weird and-”

“You were hitting on me?” Jiang Cheng cuts Jin Zixuan off, shocked, but Jin Zixuan just nods.

“Yeah, but I didn’t realize that you were with Wei Wuxian and it probably made you uncomfortable-”

“Wait-”

“but you just looked really cute and I’m sorry, I don’t actually know what I was thinking-”

“Wait! Wait—you think I’m cute?”

“Yes, but I shouldn’t have pushed and-”

“Zixuan. Shut up.”

Jin Zixuan frowns as he finally looks at him. He seems genuinely upset. Jiang Cheng will probably regret this tomorrow. No. He’ll definitely regret this tomorrow, when he’s had time to think on what it all means, but right now? It just feels so good to be wanted, to be told that he’s desirable. He doesn’t WANT to think about what it all means. In fact, all he wants to do is—

Jin Zixuan makes a shocked little noise when Jiang Cheng kisses him. It’s rough, uncoordinated, and he’s pretty sure that they bumped teeth... but it feels pretty nice too.

And then Jiang Cheng is climbing onto his lap and it feels like things completely fly off the handle. Jin Zixuan’s hands are tight on Jiang Cheng’s hips and it sends a thrill through his stomach as he rolls them down against his lap. It doesn’t take much but there’s something so satisfying about knowing that Jin Zixuan is just as hard as he is. Jin Zixuan’s hands rub up and down his thighs before sliding up to cup around his ass and Jiang Cheng moans. Every movement gets a little faster as Jiang Cheng pushes him back to the bed.

They stay like that for a while, adjusting to the new position and all the pleasures it brings. Jiang Cheng feels powerful and sexy like this, sitting on top of Jin Zixuan as they make out, but he thinks he likes it more when Jin Zixuan flips them, slowly crawling over him and pressing him into the mattress. He feels dizzy as he wraps his arms around Jin Zixuan’s neck, kissing him senseless.

The weight on top of him feels good, their tongues pressing together, wet, sloppy and oddly squishy making his spine tingle. They both taste like alcohol and sticky, overly sweet syrupy juice, but Jiang Cheng really can’t bring himself to care. Not when he’s licking and sucking the flavor straight out of his mouth, and Jin Zixuan’s hands are slipping under the bottom of his crop top.

Jin Zixuan’s fingers drag along the edges of his chest until one brushes across his nipple and it feels like electricity across his skin. Not sharp, like the hand buzzers of his childhood, but a gentle simmer—thrilling because it feels like it should hurt, could hurt, but it doesn’t. It won’t.

Jiang Cheng’s mind is hazy with the lack of air, neither of them willing to pull away and properly catch their breath, and he wonders if this is how he’ll lose his virginity. 

If so, he can’t say he minds.. In fact, he thinks he’d really like it if Jin Zixuan fucks him right now—

*BANG!*