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l0ngschl0ngking · 2 years ago

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Not the person I once knew

Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: past lovers reunite after many years…and then what?

warnings: SMUT (vaginal fingering, oral-m!receiving, protected p in v -i know, shocker-, biting, choking, overstimulation al liiil’ possesive!Joel -just a smudge-), ANGST, mentions of death and shootings, thoughts and mentions of suicide, cursing, Joel and reader being two idiots that cannot express how they feel and…fluff because I can’t help myself

word count: 10k ( yeah the zero is supposed to be there)

A/N: I am too jumping on the Joel Miller train. This fic actually has plot and it’s not just a straight up porn which is shocking :D. Also I am actually crazy - I have a week off from school and that’s why I write that much. I can’t stop - literally.

Your feet were aching – you've had to walk at least 20 or so kilometers by now – and the cold was biting your skin most unpleasantly – finding a good winter coat or any kind of winter clothes was not easy in this fucking Outbreak. You started to feel thirsty and tired and all you wanted to do was lie down and fall asleep – maybe death by cold wasn't the worst fate you could've endured.

Your mind quickly flashing to your group – you've killed most of them, the snarling of them still ringing in your ears, the smell of gunpowder lingering in your nose. You've done what you had to do – one of your guys got infected and infected almost all of the other ones – the ones that survived either left to fend for themselves which you thought was the stupidest thing ever or killed themselves – fucking cowards. Their blood stuck to you like a second skin – the smell of iron making you uneasy when you started to think about it. Maybe you should've killed yourself too. What was the point in surviving now, anyways? You didn't have a group anymore and you had no supplies anymore. Sure, you could eat the snow for water intake and try to hunt something – but you felt too exhausted for that. Your knees buckling – you fall into the cold snow – you hear something then. Voices, the sound of horses neighing and a…dog? Were you starting to hallucinate? You weren't though – the sounds getting louder and clearer – you quickly scramble to your feet and grab your pistol but you pale when you see how many of them are there – all of them looking more sure of themselves on their horses and with their guns raised on you. The dog barks at you, snapping and growling and you've never thought that you might die getting robbed and then mauled by a dog – though they did not look like raiders. Their clothes look clean and kind of new – compared to your worn and torn-off jacket at least.

Someone says something but you don't hear them – your gaze focused on the dog, your pistol pointing at the handler. You've always been a dog lover – before the Outbreak at least – but this didn't look like he wanted to be friends with you.

“Hey, I said drop your fucking gun or I'll shoot your head clean off!” One of them says – repeating himself – and you gulp dryly doing what he says – you were a fighter but also you weren't stupid. There were too many of them and even if you had good aim you wouldn't be able to shoot your way out of this. The guy who addressed you squints his eyes when you lower the gun to your feet – he gestures for you to kick it further and you reluctantly do so.

“Listen here, cowboy,” you sass when you see the cowboy hat on his head, “I was just passing by – my group is dead, they got infected and-” at your words everyone grips their guns a little tighter – the person holding the dog loosening the leash a little in his hands. “Whoa, whoa, I am not infected, I swear.” You sound desperate and you are – you probably should have blown your fucking head of yourself when you still had the chance.

“We will see about that.” One of them gruffs – you guess it's the one closest to you, the one on your right – and you have the urge to break his nose. Yeah, if you were in their position you wouldn't trust someone either but you are not – and you feel pretty fucking terrified – even after years of survival. “Release Buckley!” The first one – the one with that stupid cowboy hat – says and then you see the big ball of fur running towards you. Closing your eyes you pray that he can't smell any jerky on you – you know so he could nibble on your fingers a little and get a taste of you. The pain of teeth digging into you as you expected doesn't come and so you open one of your eyes – you see that the dog's tail is wagging and a grin slowly makes its way on your face. You slowly bend one of your knees - you are not getting any younger and pain shoots through your leg – but you ignore it and start petting Buckley. He's not that bad when he doesn't look like he wants to eat you alive.

A high-pitched whistle cuts through the air and then he is gone – heeling opposite to the person who previously handled him. They don't say anything more and start to slowly turn their horses on their heels when an idea comes to your mind – they look well-fed and clean, and you feel hungry enough that you would eat practically anything. The exhaustion creeps back up at you after the adrenaline wears off and you shout a quick “hey” - their heads turning in question. You offer them a little smile, kicking your feet into the snow and putting your gun back.

“You guys have a place for one more hungry stomach? I just want something to eat – maybe a few hours of sleep and then I'll be out of your hair. Pinky promise.” you grin and show off your pinky finger – you've always had a way of trying to make the situation lighter than it really was and now that you know they don't pose any tŕeal threat – for now at least – you get your hopes up. All of them share a quick look before the one with that stupid cowboy hat – who wears something like that in the middle of the winter – nods and your grin spreads wider. You grab one of the hands that reach towards you to pull you on a horse – and when you are finally on its back, you stroke its muscular thigh lightly. Maybe this day was not so bad after all.

When you arrive at Jackson it is almost noon. You raise both brows when you see the wooden heavy gait in front of you– the people patrolling their stations curiously looking back at you. When you asked them if you could come with them you didn't expect a whole fucking community of people in a small town with electricity and other necessities – your eyes wandering to the various small buildings that look like shops more so than something where you could take shelter. When you asked them if you could come with them you expected a flimsy building without windows in which you would hardly make a fire. You aren't surprised anymore why they acted so tough – families lived here, old couples and people of various ages. A small flicker of hope goes straight to your heart – maybe you could stay here – you were tired of fighting to live another day. And this looked like a great fucking place.

The guy that was riding with you dismounts the horse – helping you do the same and you pet the animal – thanking it quietly. People don't really look at you – at least not so openly as the ones that were taking patrol – they are doing their own things – some of them just crossing the street, others helping to build a new building – you wonder what that is going to be for – a group of kids runs right in front of you squeaking. They play and your heart aches – it's the first time you've seen kids be so carefree since the outbreak happened – it looked like their childhood was not ripped from them. One of the kids – a young girl no older than 6 – looks almost like Sarah – curly wild hair, big eyes and the cutest dimples you've seen adorn her face – and you feel a pang of hurt in your heart. Reaching for your necklace you squeeze the ring that is on it tightly in your palm – Joel and Sarah would love it here.

The man you've called cowboy asks you something and you turn to look at him – he's quite handsome but he is a lot younger than you for sure – he has this boyish innocence still written all over his face when you pin him with your stare. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“I will accompany you to the canteen. Tommy is already waiting there, a few men that were with us already informed him about your arrival.” He sounds formal. Too formal – as if his words were learned. Like a little boy scout you think. Images of Tommy Miller through your mind and you grin fondly at the memory of him – you could never imagine him being a leader of a community like this.

“Lead the way, cowboy.” You don't miss the way that the boy's ears gain a darker shade of red and so do his cheeks.

When he leads you to the canteen – you can't believe that they have a real freakin canteen here – you look around because you can't take it all in at once. Jackson looks like an old town from some kind of cowboy movie – maybe that's why the boy wears the stupid hat. A few people on the way politely greet you and you greet them back. When you arrive at the canteen the bo points to the man that has his back turned back on you and before you can thank him – has gone. The lights adorning the room are a nice touch – it looks old school here – old wooden chairs, and tables with plaid cloth scattered across the room, and you can see an old Coca-Cola freezer from the corner of your eye. Your steps are much lighter – even though you are still hungry and tired you're at least not cold anymore, the temperature here is not as cold as outside. The man that cowboy pointed at talks to someone – an older lady with a high-pitched voice with pretty blue eyes – and you wait before they end their conversation, standing to the side. The lady whispers something to him – you can see her lips moving but don't hear anything – and then the man turns and looks at you. If you have something in your hands right now you would for sure drop it.

Tommy fucking Miller was standing a few steps away from you. He looked older – of course – and his hair was a lot longer than you'd last seen him, the mustache he was sporting suited him. You saw the way he scrunched his brows together – as if trying to categorize you to one of his people – and then you saw the realization cross his eyes. His hands drop to his sides and when you whisper a hushed “Tommy ?” he was right in front of you – hugging you close to his body. The hug was desperate and you felt the tears you held back falling from your eyes – the palms of his hands soothingly caressing your back. After a few minutes or was it seconds he pulls away from you and you have so many questions but none of it comes out of your mouth – the lump in your throat not allowing you to. If he was here – alive and breathing – did it mean Sarah and Joel were here too? Or…No, you couldn't think that way. You had buried the memories of Millers a long time ago – but now, seeing Tommy here? He gave you hope.

“Wow-uh, I’d thought I’d never see you again, Doc.” The small nickname of endearment falling from his lips makes you sob and he softly grabs your elbow so you two could sit at the nearest table – a young woman quickly rushes to your side when Tommy gestures with his hand for her to come and he whispers something in her ear – just now you can see the few people scattered around staring at you curiously.

“Tommy-I-is-is Joel here too? And Sarah.” You grab the ring on your necklace tighter – you've been dreaming of this moment for too long – and he looks at your hand noticing the shiny thing attached to the chain on your neck. The engagement ring Joel proposed with.

“I-uh- I'll tell you everything but you need to eat first, Doc, alright?” You don't feel hungry anymore but you nod – noticing the look in Tommy's eyes makes you uneasy – but he offers you a smile and you offer one right back reaching for his hand – squeezing his hand in yours.

You sit and listen to Tommy talk – you aren't sure if minutes pass or hours – but your eyes nurn from all the crying and you feel your stomach drop with your heart multiple times during Tommy's story telling how he – they – come up here. How Joel was desperate to contact you – you were in Houston on a quick trip with your friends at the time, to look for the wedding dress – seems stupid when you think about it right now. How they killed Sarah – your sweet little Sarah, you thought of her as your own, you've lived with her for almost three years and that girl adored you and you adored her right back – you cannot imagine the pain Joel felt when she was killed right in his arms. Tommy tells you about Joel's suicide attempt too – how he didn't see any purpose in life when both his daughter and fiance were not around anymore, he didn't know if you were still alive. He tells you about his wife, how he got here – how he joined Fireflies for a while and you have the urge to punch him when he says that – you have a distaste for that motherfuckers. He tells you about Ellie – not much though – but enough to figure out Joel cares about that girl a whole lot. And most importantly he announces to you that both of them are here and you almost jump out of your chair to go and find him – but Tommy quickly grabs your elbow and stops you. He tells you about how Joel changed a lot – but so have you. When you tell him that he just shakes his head – you don't understand.

“Doc, I don't know how he will react seeing you after 20 years. He is not the person you once knew. I think you should sleep on it first.”

You want to protest but the sound of the door opening and the rushed call of “Tommy!” stops you. You look at who interrupted you and it's a girl close to Sarah's age. She has short brown hair tightened up in a ponytail and a pair of brown eyes. She has a scar across her brow and when she stops next to Tommy and mutters a quick fuck – you know it's Ellie. Joel's Ellie.

“I heard there's someone new in town and I was super curious – Joel told me to wait for him but then he started playing on his stupid guitar and-” he still plays on a guitar. That pulls a little smile on your face. The girl seems like she didn't even notice you and Tommy wants to open his mouth when Ellie seems finally acknowledges your presence.”Fuck, it's you. You're the new person.” Tommy scolds Ellie when she curses but you just grin at her attitude and seemingly “I want to know and also do know everything ” mindset.

“It's okay, Tommy. God knows I curse a lot too. Hi, Ellie.” She seems confused about how you know her name and you've missed talking to kids – God you have missed your job so much, after all, that's how you and Joel met. Sarah broke her leg and when the nurse told him you could finally see them he was more nervous than a mouse being chased by a cat. He was so worried about Sarah that he didn't even notice you ogled him after you were all done with Sarah – but of course, she did. She was a sweet kind and when they left she muttered to her father he should definitely ask you on a date – he just shook his head and told her not to be silly – you were too pretty for him. Turned out you lived close by and from their visit you've started seeing both Sarah and Joel a lot more outside your work. It was you who finally got the courage to ask the hot single dad out – you will never forget how he gaped at you seemingly not trusting his own voice to answer so Sarah quickly jabbed him in the ribs and said that: “he would very much like that” - he was talking her ear off about you even unknowingly so.

“Okay, how the fuck do you know my name and who are you because it seems you and Tommy are big buddies here. Just so you know he has a wife.” She says matter of factly and you think you like this kid a lot – you can see why Joel does too.

Tommy clears his throat. “Ellie, this is Doc.” He says and he doesn't even notices the fact he called you your nickname – you see the way Ellie's brows scrunch up in confusion. “She's a long lost…family.”

“What, are you like their sister? If so you for sure received all the pretty genes – though Joel never said anything about ever having a sister.” She's a lot more talkative than you thought she would be and you think it might be because she finally has a place that she can call home and not worry about stranger danger – at least not that much.

You chuckle. “No I am…” you look at Tommy to see if you can say who you are – though you don't know if Joel still thinks of you as his fiánce – after all, it's been 20 years. He just nods. “ I am Joel's fiánce” You can hear her gasp and say “holy shit!?” - most of the people in the canteen turn their heads to throw her a nasty look. Well, that much at being discreet

“You are Joel's dead fiánce? You don't seem that dead to me.” She mutters that last sentence as she starts inspecting your face and scrunches her nose at you. “You smell.” She states matter of factly and Tommy scolds her once again but you just shrug your shoulders at him.

“It's true, Tommy. No harm in being honest.” If Ellie knows about you it meant she must know about Sarah too and it also must mean Joel talked about you to her. That fact makes your heart build a little faster. Maybe…maybe he still cares about you – logically you know he does, he was a very loyal man back in the days too – but still, it makes your cheeks heat up.

“Joel will lose his mind! You have to see him like right now!” she sounds enthusiastic and you are too – seeing Joel after 20 years? You've been dreaming of this moment for so long…Tommy interrupts your little fantasy – clapping his hands he throws a look at Ellie and smiles at you.

“I think it's for the best if you showered first, Doc As Ellie said you don't smell so fresh and maybe a reunion with your husband would be a lot happier if you don't make his whole house stink, eh?” You regularly nod and when Tommy says you can shower at his Ellie says she will come with you – she asks you a lot of questions about yourself – where you grew up, what did you do before Outbreak, where did the nickname Doc come from – she says you are super cool when you answer her you were pediatrician before everything went to shit. She asks how you and Joel met and you answer her truthfully – you've never liked lying. Tommy just walks next to you and listens – you look at him from the corner of your eyes and see he is thinking – he always has this look on his face – his brows are scrunched and his lips are set in a thin line. Joel has that look too when he thinks about something or concentrates – it was your favorite quirk of his.

The walk is quick and you meet Mariah – she's sweet – she offers you clean clothes and when she closes the door behind you so you can take a shower – you exhale loudly. Knowing that Joel is here and that you will see him made your stomach twist in anticipation. Ellie hangs back downstairs with Mariah and Tommy and you can hear their hushed voices – you are pretty sure that they are talking about you. You want to quickly hop in the shower but when you do it's like heaven on earth – the first spray of hot water hits your sore muscles and you feel yourself start to relax. You haven't had a hot shower since the beginning of the outbreak and you missed it so badly. You try to scrub all of the grime and blood from your skin and hair but it seems like mission impossible and you stay in the shower for far longer than the 10 minutes you said. When you step out of the shower you look at yourself in the mirror – at your face and the bags under your eyes, at your body scattered with scars and the thought of Joel not liking what he will see quickly flashes through your mind but you push it away just as quickly as it came – this was a different world. You wrap the fluffy towel around yourself and sigh in bliss. The clothes Mariah gave you fit you and maybe it's that much of your style – but they are clean and smell like they were just pulled fresh out of the washing machine. When you come down quickly the banter stops between the three of them and you can hear Ellie say that “great, you finally don't look like shit”. She grabs you by the arm and leaves the house – dragging you through the streets of Jackson. She walks quickly for someone so small and you try to keep up with her – the new winter coat you wear is flowing behind you with the speed you are walking.

When you arrive at the house Joel and Ellie live you try to catch your breath muttering that you are not as young as you used to be – Ellie just rolls her eyes and steps on the porch which creaks under her footsteps. You like the house – at least from the outside – you imagined something like that when you planned to move with Sarah and Joel after you two marry.

“So, we are here. Take off your boots when you come in – Joel hates cleaning up the snow I leave behind when I come in and walk in boots through the house.” You nod but then she is pushing you in and you throw her a scared look.

“You are not coming with me?” You hiss and she just shakes her head as if it was the stupidest thing she has ever heard.

“No. Enjoy your time together. I don't want to hear you two fucking.” And then she shuts the doors behind you with a force you didn't even know a little kid could possess. Right after she do you hear a gruffed “Ellie I told you to wait for me we talked about -” he stops mid-sentence and you feel like all of the air in your lungs leaves your body when comes into the view, He looks older – but somehow more handsome then you've last seen him. The grey in his hair suits him, and the patches in his beard are now more prominent than they were before. He looks good – more than good. You don't know what to do or say. The two of you just keep staring at each other – he looks you up and down and you see his breath becoming quicker. You're the first one to break the silence.

“Hi, Joel. Long time no see.” You laugh quietly and the tears in your eyes leave your vision blurred. You're the one who moves first too and you hug him tightly – he changed over the years, he's softer and he doesn't smell like he did back in the days – but there's something about his presence that feels entirely like Joel and you grab onto his plaid shirt – squeezing it in your fists. You don't want to pull away – you never want to leave him again but when you feel him not responding to the hug you slowly pull away and look into his eyes. He's scanning your face and now you see tears in his eyes as well. The weight of his calloused hands is more than welcome and you close your eyes when you feel his thumbs slowly stroke your cheeks. The small escapes your throat and you nod when he quietly – oh, so quietly murmurs - “you are alive.”. You stay like that for a while – both of you don't dare to move in case this was all just a dream. You want to hug him again – to feel him against you but when you try to pull him closer to you he unexpectedly quickly pulls you away. You look at him confused and he wipes his tears away – he doesn't know how to act around you. It's been too long. He buried the memories of you and never wanted them to resurface. The knowledge that you are alive and here right in front of him hits him like a fright train. It scares the fucking shit out of him.

He clears his throat and avoids your gaze when he asks you if you want to sit – you agree hastily - you didn't take off your boots like Ellie said and you contemplate for a flash of a second that maybe you should - when you see the change in his stance and attitude. He's trying to distance himself from you and you don't understand why – wasn't he glad you were here?

You look around the living room. It's spacey and you hate that small painting of deer above the fireplace. You quickly scan the bookshelf and figure most of the books are Ellies. When you sit on the worn-off couch you expect that Joel will sit next to you – but he moves across the room and keeps standing. You are confused and you don't understand – you never expected your reunion to go this way. It stays quiet and you break the silence once again – he never was much of a talker anyway- you and Sarah kept the house full of laughter and it was never quiet thanks to both of you – and he never thought he would miss it that much.

“I met Ellie. She actually dragged me here.” You chuckle but he doesn't respond – this was such a bad idea. He tears your heart apart with his stoic stance and silence and doesn't even know it. But he can't bring himself to speak or move – he worries if he does you will disappear.

“Okay, I guess I will go.” He wants to tell you to stay here with him. But alas nothing comes out of his mouth – though when he sees the ring on your neck he gasps and you throw him a questioning look.

“You-you kept it after all these years.” You are confused but when you see where his gaze is trained you look at your engagement ring and smile. “Yeah, I-uh, I've never stopped thinking about you or Sarah you know.” He sharply inhales, he wants to tell you so much. “And every time I look at it I hear her annoyed voice scolding you on how you proposed.” You snort and he grins softly remembering your light laughter and Sarah's huffing on how un-romantic he was.

“Babe just another five minutes, please.” You grumble and feel him smile against your skin – his patchy beard scratching your neck. His hands squeeze your hips and your breath hitches when you feel his tongue flatten against your pulse point. He hums against your skin and nips at your skin – you try to push him away but he just grins wider and hovers above you.

“You know you said that six times now come on, want to take you somewhere nice. Promise I will make it worth it.” He wiggles his eyebrows and you giggle at his antics – he was the one who slept in most of the time – but on days like this – where you feel exhausted from the previous night's session of amazing sex – you feel like you could sleep till afternoon. You slowly kiss the bald spot on his beard and one of your hands sneaks to the band of boxers – he grabs your hand quickly and shakes his head at you.

“Na-ah, won't work on me this time, sweetheart. You can't seduce me.” You just hum and kiss the spot between his shoulder blade and neck – gently scraping your hand through his already tousled hair. His eyes flutter close for a moment and it's now your turn to grin against his skin. You know you won.

“Mmm, I don't know but you left your girlfriend pretty unsatisfied last night.” You try to push the smile off your face when he quickly opens his eyes at your words – you know he never backs down from a challenge.

“Oh?” You hum and finally cup his semi-hard cock in your hand. He grunts and you smile, biting your lip when he slowly puts his fingers inside your panties. “So wet for me already baby, was three orgasms last night not enough for you, mhm?” He asks when he pushes two fingers inside of you and you gasp – arching your back and he squeezes one of your breasts – his now hard cock strains against his boxers.

“How do you know I-oh fuck. Didn't fake it?” you grit out when his fingers brush against the spongy spot inside of you – his thumb drawing circles on your clit leisurely. His eyes darken at your question and he hooks the two of his fingers inside of you – it feels too good and all you can do is just moan in pure bliss.

“Oh, believe me, sweetheart, I know. This sweet pussy grips me like a vice when you cum. Guess I need to remind you.” The other hand that was squeezing your tit now goes higher and he strokes your jaw – you grant his access to your mouth and he growls when you bite on his lower lip and your go to the back of your head when he speeds his hand – his tongue sliding into your mouth and when he pulls away you kiss the underside of his jaw.

“Guess you do.” he mumbles something alongside “such a smart mouth” before his hands grab you around your throat and put small pressure on it – you shudder and he just hums when he feels you close. “Gonna cum for me, won't you?” You just nod and when you finally do cum – you bite his shoulder, your nails scraping across his back. He pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in your mouth – you hum around them and push him so he is the one laying on his back.

“I have to return the favor.” You throw him a cheeky look and he just mutters an “oh god” when you pull him out of his boxers – the tip already red and sensitive, leaking precum out of it. "Guess I will have my breakfast early."

An hour later Sarah is already up and grins at you. You bid her a good morning – you try to look presentable – you've already brushed your teeth, changed and you smile at her when you see that she made pancakes.

“Sooo, do you like the ring?” she asks and you stop pouring coffee into Joel's mug. He throws Sarah a quick look of “don't say another word, please” but she ignores him. “You know, the one dad proposed with?” your go slack-jawed and look at Joel who quickly scrambles to his feet from the chair and pulls you to him.

“What is she talking about, Joel? You ask and he uncertainly smiles and bends one knee – you see the little black velvet box and when he opens it you gasp – the ring inside of it is beautiful – simple and elegant and tears well up in your eyes.

“Oh my god, dad. You said you would propose before the sunset.” Joel shrugs his shoulders and keeps his gaze trained on you.

“That was the plan but were… preoccupied.” He grins at the last word and Sarah mutters a quick “gross” but starts looking for that old stupid camera to make wvideo of the proposal– hoping you would say yes. She thought of you almost like a mother and when Joel told her he wanted to marry you she squealed in delight.

“So whad’ya say, sweetheart? Will you marry me? Even though I am proposing in our kitchen and with my pajamas on.” You nod and he lets out a breath of relief – when he stands up you kiss him passionately.

“You won't get rid of me now that easily, Texas.” You whisper against his lips as he wipes your tears away.

“And I wouldn't have it any other way.” You couldn't wait for the new chapter of your life with Joel and Sarah by your side

Joel stays quiet for a long time after your confession and he almost misses you leaving – but he registers the door shutting softly. He falls onto the floor – putting his hand on his heart which seems like it will fall out of his chest any moment- his breath is quick and he can't seem to calm himself down. His ears are ringing and he registers the flow of tears after they fall on his cheeks and into his mouth – the salty flavor of them sits heavy in his mouth – and he wishes he could be man enough and run after you. But he doesn't – he stays sitting up on his living room floor the face of you haunting his mind alongside with the old memories

Tommy was right. Your fiánce was not the person you once knew. Joel seems to be avoiding you because you've been in Jackson for a week now and didn't see him at all. Not that you minded after seeing his enthusiasm – or rather lack of – at seeing you. You try to not think about it that much and throughout the day you occupy yourself – at night you cry a lot – Mariah always comes to your room and shushes you to sleep or if you are talkative that night she lets you talk. It's like having a girls' night but more…depressing. The people in Jackson are nice and you try to help everywhere you can. Whether it be with kids or at the canteen. Helping with sheep or horses – you often go and visit Buckley – he soothes your ongoing nerves. Joel will have to come out of hiding one day. And you are not ready for that. On the other side Ellie seems to hang with you a lot – the day after your meeting with Joel she almost tackled you to the ground when she forcefully asked what did you do to Joel – you have to give it to her, that girl got spirit and an undying loyal heart like the man she is living with. After trying to explain it to her –it was very hard because she thinks Joel can do no wrong really – and you are not saying he did, she gave in pretty easily and started hanging out with you.

You are staying at Tommy for a while – at least before you decide if you will leave which is very unlikely or they will try to find you another accommodation. She comes there every afternoon and brings her science books – you found an anatomical book in the library one day and kept it with you – and you try and teach her the various Latin words or show her where is what on her body – three days ago you two drew a life-sized human and marked bones on it and such. You've met other people too and learned that the shy cowboy's name was Henry – he asked you out and you admired him for his braveness but you told him you are probably closer to his mother's age than to be his girlfriend.

Tommy went and tried talking to Joel too but you both know how stubborn he can be and when you asked him how did it go he just shook his head low and offered you a sad smile. Today you wanted to help an old lady, Mrs.Grempinks - or something like that – with knitting. Her hands were shaking the past few days and she felt sad – you offered her help and she accepted – she doesn't need to know you do not know how to knit at all. At least it will maybe make her feel better that she is not the only one in the room with poor knitting skills. On the way to her, you come across Ellie and she lets out a relieved sigh when she spots you.

“Here you are I've been looking everywhere for you.” she empathizes the word everywhere and starts dragging you with her – where you aren't sure.

“Hey, Ellie. Slow down. Ellie!” you shriek when you figure out where exactly she is dragging you – to her – Joel's- house and you burrow your heels into the snow-covered ground.

“Joel isn't home and I want to show you something really cool – I've been working on it for the past couple of days after you borrowed me your anatomy book.” You want to protest and you turn around in the direction of Mrs. Grempkin's house but you don't have the heart to tell Ellie that you don't have time and Joel is not home and you would leave soon enough anyways – she will just show you her little project and then it's gonna be as if you never even put your foot in the house again. When she pulls you inside she again quickly closes the door behind you and dread overcomes you – oh no she didn't – she shows you the two keys in her hand and you know the other one is Joels. She locked you out.

“I am sorry but both of you are miserable and you have to talk it out!” There is nothing to talk about with Joel – he doesn't need your presence near him, it's been clear and you mouth a quiet “please, Ellie, don't do this” while you jumble with the handle. It's no use and you sigh thumping your forehead against the door. You quietly take your boots off this time and start looking around the house – looking for Joel to tell him what just happened.

You find him in his workshop – it's nice and you stay in the doorway while looking around. You see the various little wooden figures and you find it cute that he found something he can get lost in. The various guitars on the wall peak your interest – you've always loved when he played and his back is still turned on you while he focuses on his woodwork – you enter the room slowly and when you touch one of his guitars a low “hi” echoes throughout the room. His back is turned still but his hands stopped moving and he is sitting still.

“Didn't know you could hear me.” You say and he chuckles lowly.

“I'd be dead by now if I didn't hear someone sneaking up on me.” He says and you hum acknowledgment – when he finally turns to look at you your breath hitched because he is so effortlessly handsome it hurts. You cross your arms around your chest.

“I wasn't sneaking up on you.”

“Sure you weren't.” He throws you a grin and it's different than the last time you talked – or didn't really – to him. He is more relaxed and he actually looks like he doesn't mind seeing you in his house. It's quiet for a while but not that uncomfortable silence that suffocates. You look at one another and you take him all in – his aquiline nose and his full lower lip, his brown eyes and you look at the dip of his neck – licking your lips. It's suddenly too hot in here with the way his gaze burns into you.

“I am sorry.” He offers and you don't understand what for – or you do – you just want him to expand that sentence because you felt like a fool the last time you were here. “I am sorry for the way I reacted but I never thought I'd see you again and when you just appeared in my house I was overwhelmed with emotions I didn't know I could still feel. After Sarah died I-” He chokes and you are in front of him in a blink of a second – cupping his cheeks and he closes his eyes bathing in your gentle touch which he doesn't deserve - or at least he thinks so

“You don't have to tell me anything. Tommy told me and I-I am sorry what happened to Sarah. And everything you've been through, Joel.” You say and he opens his eyes and shakes his head – none of what happened was your fault and you shouldn't be sorry. He was glad you weren't with him when all of it went to shit because you'd probably be here by now. It's easy to be this intimate with him and you bask in the way he lets you touch – you expect him to pull away like last time – but he doesn't. Instead, he brings his lips closer to yours and searches for your gaze which drops when he licks his lower lip.

“I want to kiss you, sweetheart,” he murmurs and your lips are almost – almost touching when he says so. His forehead is pressed up against yours and your hands that were previously holding his face now move behind his neck – your nails scratch the spot behind his ear gently and he closes his eyes – whether in pure bliss or to hold himself back you don't know – though if its the latter you don't want that. “Need to kiss you,” he adds. You just nod your head in agreement – you wanted nothing more than to kiss him the last time you saw him.

“What are you waiting on then, Texas?” You tease and you feel him smile into the kiss – it's just a gentle press of lips – as if he was testing the waters. One of his hands grabs your hip – squeezing it – and the other moves behind your head and pushes you closer – he needs you closer. The wet press of his lips is more urgent now and his tongue licks your lower lip. You grant him access into your mouth and then the kiss becomes more urgent, more passionate, more desperate – Joel was always a good kisser and you always enjoyed just making out with him late at night to some bad movie that was on the TV. The hand on your hip moves lower and he cups your ass – you moan into his mouth and he hums, the other hand now stroking the hinge of your jaw. Your hands scratch his scalp and he almost but purrs – pulling away from you he plants butterfly kisses across your face.

“Bedroom?” The question seems silly – you need him and if you'd be any younger you'd jump his bones right here on the floor. But you are not so you nod and he pecks your lips quickly before he grabs your hand – squeezing your fingers in his – and leads you to his bedroom. When you enter it he closes the door more forcefully than needed and before you have time to look around he is pushing you onto the bed – your back hits the mattress and he grins – he hasn't seen this sight in over 20 years and he is enjoying every second of it. You sit up and pull him by the collar of his shirt. He is quick with it – his mouth on yours again and his hands start exploring your body – they go from your thighs up to your tummy and then higher – he squeezes your tits – you moan and his hands move higher cupping your cheeks tenderly. He pulls away and moves your hair out of your face.

“Need you so badly.” He pants – and you feel just the same. You feel him start undressing you but you want to make this last as long as possible. You push him away and he seems confused before you are pushing him on his back – your sit on his lap and you feel how hard he is under his jeans – you test the waters and grind down on him – your hands on his chest and he really wants to keep his eyes open but the feel of you on him makes him feel like he's fuckin teenager again that will bust his load into his pants any second. “Fuck, gonna make me cum before the real fun even begins and I am not young as I used to be. If that happens I will have to eat you out at least three times.” You grin and bend down to kiss his neck – your tongue leaving hot trails in its wake. He sits up with you and his hands fly to your lower back to support you. He surges forward – his tongue exploring your mouth, mapping your teeth with it and when you feel his hands trying to take your shirt off – you tug him by the hair roughly – his hips bucking up to meet yours as he moans your name brokenly.

“Slow down, baby. Want to appreciate you.” You push his chest so he will be laying again – he wants to protest but you put one of your fingers to his lips. The look he gives you is downright sinful before he is sucking it into his mouth – his teeth nipping it and you can't look away from his advances. His tongue peaks out and you feel the way he swirls it around your digit just like used to when he ate you out. You moan brokenly and put another one there and he bites into them softly. The small butterfly kisses you leave on his scar from his suicide attempt makes him drop your fingers from his mouth as he groans loudly – he feels so fucking appreciated and loved at this moment that it makes his head dizzy. “Need to see you, baby. Sit up.” He does and you unbutton his shirt slowly one by one while he kisses your jaw and your neck – sucking at it once in a while his tongue flattens out against your pulse point where he leaves a mark.

“Fuck, want you to take your shirt off too.” You don't have time to comply before he is pulling it over your head and you are not wearing any bra – the one Mariah gave you did not fit you – and he immediately reaches for them. He pinches one of your nipples while he sucks on your other one and you throw your head back – it always felt this good with him. Sex with him was easy and he was a generous lover. The only man that had ever made you cum. When pulls away he frowns when he sees the deep red scar close to your heart.

“Someone stabbed me but as you can see I am alive and well. Don't worry about it, We all have our own scars.” Your thumb slides across the one next to his temple and he nods – he is angry at himself though. Maybe if he was with you it wouldn't happen. Maybe if he'd try to look for you harder. Maybe…”Hey, Joel. You still with me?” You stroke his bicep and he nods before you peck him gently. “Strip out of these, will you? Want to suck your dick.” You pat his jeans-clad thigh and his jaw rocks forward. You sit on the bed and he makes quick work of his jeans and his boxer – his cock is bobbing with need and you open your mouth awaiting.

The first lick sends him into overdrive and he grips your hair and tries telling you to take him deeper – just a little bit deeper. You drool and the spit starts to cover his balls – it's messy and the sounds he makes sound like straight up from porn. His head is thrown back and he gets lost in the feel of you – your mouth – and he can't believe you are here with him. He feels his balls pull up tighter and he pulls it out quickly before he is bending down to kiss you – he doesn't register the surprised sound you make when he pushes his tongue almost all the way back down your throat.

You taste like him because you are his, his, his and the growing need he has for you makes him almost rip your new pants before he is working his fingers inside of you – the familiar wetness and tightness make him feel like he is 30 again – and you cry out. He drills into you and snarls when your nails dig into his forearm, his nose bumps against yours and he wants to kiss you but he concentrates on making you cum because he wants to be inside of you. To mark you as his. His to kiss and hiss to make you cum and his to love and his, his, his. He searches for that spot and his other hand sneaks onto your inner thigh – when he finds it – he can hear it from the high-pitched moan that you let out. He smacks you onto your inner thigh and you jump forward and try to get away from him. It's too much – his fingers, his groans and talks and his tongue that find its way into your mouth. He's too much and he can feel you are almost there – almost. He grabs your throat and his eyes watch your Adam's apple bob – his thumb putting slight pressure on it. The squelching sounds of your pussy make him double his efforts and he can feel you getting closer and closer with every pass of his fingers through your walls – your pleas echoing through the room. He knows you need more and he grins menacingly when he sees how your pussy glistens with your juices and soak his hand.

“Fuck, sweetheart look at you. Soaking me. You want to cum?” He knows you do and he is downright cruel when he slows down and you sob because you want to cum – you nod and he is not happy with that – swatting you against your inner thigh once again before repeating that question.

“Yes, yes, Joel! I want to cum, please make me cum!” You feel on a verge of tears and he kisses you softly before he continues his previous efforts – his thumb now circling your clit and it's the additional stimulation you needed. He curses when he feels you squeeing him and he works you through it – your vision goes white and all you can think about is Joel and how good he is – before you come back down and he is still working his way inside of you and suddenly its too much – you try to push him away but the hand on your thigh just grips you harder – the blunt nails of his digging into your thigh.

“Please, Joel, Too much, it's too much!” You cry out but it's like he can't hear you and he bites your lower lip, his fingers never stopping and you can feel him pulling another orgasm out of you – you can feel him grin against your mouth and murmuring “that's it, such a good girl for me, sweetheart” before you are cuming again. Your legs shake and the moans you let out die down when he puts his coated fingers of your cum in your mouth. Your eyes roll to the back of your head – he is kissing you and then telling you to “share with him” and it's so fucking nasty – a string of saliva connecting you both before he is wiping his mouth. You are sedated and when he reaches for something in his bedside table you don't really care. The sound of foil tearing makes you open your eyes and you see how he pulls the condom on his dick before he is crawling to you.

“Come on, sweetheart. You gonna ride me.” He says and you don't feel like you have that much of a choice – he is pulling you on top of him and before you know it he notches the head of his dick between your folds. You grab the base of him and slowly sink down on him – you forgot how fucking thick and big he was and you need a moment before you start moving. Your muscles are sore and your throat is dried up from all the moaning and screaming but when you look down to see Joel's blissed-out expression – you start to move slowly. He lets you ride him at your own pace – you are the one in control now and he's here only for the right. He strokes his thumbs o your sides and then opens his eyes he feels like he will come right there and then. Your tits bounce with every pass of his cock against your walls and the way your head is thrown back and your throat on full display – his fingers twitch as he has the urge to bring you by your throat and kiss you.

The leisurely pace only lasts for a while before you can feel another orgasm build inside of you – the hair on the base of his cock scratch your clit deliciously. You dig your nails into his shoulders – one of your hands grabbing his jaw when you kiss him – he lets you and his hands move from your hips to your ass – squeezing the flash in his palms. You moan when you feel one of his hands sneak toward your clit but you push him away – breaking from the kiss.

“I am the one that is now in control, Texas.” The smirk you give him makes his cock twitch and he nods – his Adam's apple bobbing when he gulps and you til his chin up as you sink your teeth gently into it. He holds onto you tighter – your pace unfaltering and he wants to cum – needs to – but not before you. His heels dig into the mattress and you pull back to stop moving as your hips start to sway in a figure of eight. It does nothing for him and he whines – whines – in protest. You tell him to “shut up” because you are so so fucking close and that's when he grits his teeth together – his patience runs thin. His hands grab the chain with his ring on it – the only thing you are wearing – and he pulls you towards him by it. The look you throw him is absolutely wrecked and when you are close to his mouth – you need to kiss him, want to taste him – he pulls his head away from you to put the ring between his teeth. That alone almost makes you cum and you can't look away from him – even when he grabs you by the flash of your ass – and start sinking you down on him. You are completely mesmerized by the ring in his mouth and before you know it you are cuming – he slaps your ass when you do and you jolt forward – the ring falling from his mouth when he tangles his tongue with yours.

He fucks you through it and he sits up – his heels planting into the mattress so he can chase his own orgasm – he puts the ring into your mouth now and if he could he would take a picture of you like this – his ring between your teeth while he fucks you silly and your gorgeous body putty in his hands. His balls slap against the meat of your thighs and he puts his forehead on your chest – you can feel the small droplets of his sweat roll down his forehead. He pants and you know he is close – his pace now frantic as he kisses your chest. His lips make their way to your throat and every pass of his cock makes your walls twitch. You feel every vein of his and the head of him pushes against your g-spot. You start meeting his thrusts – pulling him closer to your neck as the only thing he can now do is groan and whine. He can feel your quick pulse and the way your fingers tangle in his locks as you tug him by it – you are overstimulated but he doesn't want this to stop. Never wants this to stop.

“Come on, baby. Want you to cum in me,” You whine and he shakes his head – he doesn’t want to, he doesn't, he doesn't…and then he is cumming as he empties his seed into the condom. He thrusts up at you a few times as he pushes himself through the afer shocks – you can feel him twitch in you before his body goes limp and you fall on him. He strokes your shoulder blades and you listen to his slowing heartbeat – your fingers drawing little hearts on his chest. He slowly pulls out of you and grips the condom by the base of it to tie it off and he throws it into the trash can next to his bed. He pulls you closer to him and you hum – slowly drifting off to sleep exhausted and worn out.

“Love you, Joel.” You say against his neck when you kiss him there and his heart swells up at your confession. He unclasps the chain from your neck and pulls the ring on your finger as he admires it.

“Love you too, baby.” You almost don't hear him when he whispers it against your lips – but you don't need him to say it – after all Joel is a man of actions and not words. And you are perfectly fine with that.

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hearts4golbach · 6 months ago

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Heyyy so i was wondering if you could do a hansumfella smut and him and reader have been friends for a while and streamed together a few times but they have a lot of sexual tension and they were at jake and johnnie’s st pattys party and after the party they uber to her place and act on the tension 😇🙏🏼 and maybe a little kinky if ur okay with that 🥰😝🤞

199 Degrees!

"You don't have to stare, come here, get with it! no one's touched me there in a damn hot minute!"

a/n:

inspired by Chappell Roans song 'HOT TO GO!' What is it with me and chappell roan inspired fics? FELLA IS TALKING TO SOMEONE??

proofread.

warnings:

smut 18+, oral sex (f receiving), penetration w/o protection (use protection, please cause i know you're not over 18), choking, hair pulling.

word count:

1.8k

"Tyler, I swear to god, if you're not here in the next 30 seconds, I'm going to kill you." You rambled on the phone. "I've never been invited to one of Jake and Johnnies' parties. We can not be late." you emphasized before putting him on speaker as you slipped your shoes on.

"i'm driving as fast as i can without it being illegal, y/n." he laughed. you could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke to you. "I'll be there in literally a minute."

"Good, i'll meet you outside." you responded before hanging up. you stared at yourself in the mirror as you made sure you looked perfect. you only wanted Tyler's eyes on you, but you'd never admit that aloud.

your dress was emerald green. it met your mid thigh and had a slit. it was low-cut and revealed your cleavage perfectly. you gently nodded to yourself before heading out the front door. Tyler's car pulled up right after you. "Hey, pretty lady." he greeted as he rolled his window down.

"Hello, handsome fella." you teased, using his stream name. a light blush spread across his face. he loved it when you used his stage name. you quickly jumped into the passenger seat. "When was the last time we went to a party together?" You pondered aloud.

"damn, i don't even remember." Tyler reached over and felt the fabric of your dress. he gently squeezed your thigh before pulling away. "i really like how this dress looks on you."

you squeezed your thighs together. "Thank you. i love your outfit choice, too." You gestured to his outfit.

there was tension the rest of the drive over. your eyes wandered down Tyler's body, thinking about all of the things that he could do to you in that very moment. you snapped out of your trance whenever he announced the two of you had arrived at the party.

he opened the passenger door for you. your face began to heat up once more at the kind gesture. you wrapped your arm around his bicep, tangling your limbs together.

"we should find Jake and Johnnie, i wanna say hi." you mentioned. it was their party, after all.

he cleared his throat. "Yeah, let's go."

you let go of his arm as you walked forward. you stood in your tippy toes as you walked, trying to get a better view of everyone.

"they're over here," Tyler interrupted, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you the other way. your heart was beating out of your chest. his hand stayed on your waist as you walked up to Jake and Johnnie.

"Oh, hey, y/n and tyler." Johnnie greeted as he turned around. Jake turned to face you as well.

"Hey, guys. this shit is packed." You laughed. Jakes eyes grazed over your body as you spoke. Tyler noticed and pulled your little closer to himself possessively.

"i know, right?" jake smiled. "This shits packed."

"Okay," Tyler let out a fake laugh. "Well, we're going to go see who else is scattered around." Tyler said bye before pulling you away.

"Hey, what's the matter?" you asked. "Did something happen?"

he shook his head. "No, sorry, i- i'll tell you about it later." he brushed it off.

the rest of the night was fun. you and Tyler decided against drinking, even though you snuck in a shot. Tyler's hands never left you the whole party. you caught him staring, but you were as well. over the coarse of the party, the heat in between your legs began to grow unbearable.

as if Tyler could read your thoughts, he leaned down in your ear so only you could hear him. "You wanna go back to my place?" he asked suggestively.

you hummed in response. he interlocked his fingers with yours and began to walk towards the exit. you held back your excitement the best you could as you climbed into the passenger seat.

there was an uncomfortable silence during the drive. your leg shook gently as you anticipated Tyler's next moves. he kept glancing at you, scoping out your body as he thought about all of the dirty things he was going to do to you if you let him.

he parked and climbed out of the car. he opened the door for you once again. you stood up and brushed your dress off. whenever you looked at Tyler, his lips met yours. you closed your eyes as you melted into the kiss.

he pressed you against the car as he deepened the kiss. you wrapped your ames around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer. "Let's go inside." he muttered against your lips.

you stumbled over each other giddily as you approached the front door. Tyler's shaky hands made quick work with the door. "Thank god my sister isn't here right now." he joked and lifted you up.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, sucking and kissing on his neck as he led you to his bedroom. "i've been waiting for you to make a move for so long." You emphasized between kisses.

he placed you on his bed and crawled on top of you. "I've always thought you were so fucking perfect." he muttered against your skin. his hands roamed your body as he searched for your zipper. his lips moved against yours feverishly as he unzipped your dress, sliding it off and throwing it onto the floor.

his lips moved to your neck, sucking and kissing as you spoke. "i wish i had made a move sooner."

he muttered an agreement against your neck. his shirt and pants were next to go, hitting the floor with your dress. your hands traced over his bare chest, his skin was soft against your fingers. he took his time with you, his hands running across every inch of you as he kissed down your abdomen. you tangled your fingers in his curly hair gently.

he pulled at your panties before looking up at you. "this okay?"

you nodded, pulling your lip between your teeth as he slid your panties off. he kissed along your inner thigh and towards your aching cunt. he licked a stripe up your pussy, his tongue flicking your clit. you moaned quietly, your legs twitching at the contact.

his hands held your thighs as he sucked your clit. his tongue ran through your folds, collecting all of your juices. he savored the taste of you on his tongue. you tossed your head back as you moaned. his tongue danced around your aching cunt expertly.

"you taste so fucking good," he muttered, the vibrations sending chills all over your body. "i need to feel you."

he pulled your legs, dragging you to the edge of the bed. He crawled up in between your legs and began pepper ring kisses along your neck. You whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. "please, Tyler." you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging gently.

"fuck," he growled against your neck. His hands bales to his belt, ripping it off before tugging his pants down. His strong hands gripped your thigh eagerly as he positioned himself between your legs.

his tip teased your entrance as you wiggled underneath his touch. he let out a soft grunt as he slowly thrusted inside of you. you searched the bed for something to grip onto, digging your fingers into the sheets.

his thrusts were sweet and slow, but so desperate. one hand reached up towards your cheek, rubbing it gently as he sped up his thrusts. you moaned out his name, begging him to go faster.

he obeyed your wishes. "you feel so good, mama." his hand moved down to your throat, squeezing it gently as his thrusts grew faster

your eyes rolled into the back of your head as the tip of his cock repeatedly hit your G spot. he whispered sweet praises to you in his deep husked voice. strings of curses mixed with Tyler's name spewed out of your mouth as you lost yourself in the pleasure.

"i always knew you'd take me so fucking well," his grip on your neck grew tighter. raspy moans slipped from your lips as you felt more aroused by his comment.

he released his grip on your neck. he pulled out and you ached from the loss of contact. your pussy clenched around nothing, which turned Tyler on further.

"flip over, I'm not done yet baby." he ran his fingers through your messy hair before helping you get onto all fours.

he spread your legs further before thrusting back inside of you at a punishing pace.

you moaned loud as he filled you up. he tangled his fingers in your hair while the other rested on your hip. he pulled back softly, as to not hurt you but to apply just enough pressure.

"does that feel good, love?" he asked breathlessly, pressing all of the right buttons inside of you.

"yes, fuck yes." you whimpered, the top half of your body collapsing onto the bed.

"that's it, ma." he thrusted faster inside of you, his breaths staggered.

"im so close," you muttered, your voice muffled by the comforter. "oh, shit!"

"that's it, y/n. cum around my cock." he mumbled. you could hear the smirk in his voice.

the knot in your stomach snapped as you exploded around his cock. you rested against the bed, trying to catch your breath.

he pulled out and came on your back after helping you ride out your high.

he leaned over you and pressed a kiss into your shoulder. "im going to go get a towel to clean you up." he mentioned. the content smile on his face made you smile aswell.

he came back with a damp wash rag. he gently cleaned up your sore cunt and back. he plopped down onto the bed and pulled you close before pulling the covers over the two of you.

"does that mean you're my girlfriend now?" he chuckled.

"Duh.”

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k-s-morgan · 6 months ago

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Hey K, have you seen the controversy around Hugh Dancy’s answers to hannigram-related questions at the Fan expo? Some fans are mad saying he’s a Hannigram denier but I’ve been in this fandom for 11 years now and honestly, reading his answers, he’s still saying the same stuff he always did though? So I’m a bit confused as to why people are angry with his answers?

He always acknowledged they loved each other, that it was a romance, but platonic. Also, I think he’s got a very British sense of humor and is sarcastic and ironic a lot and was never really into discussing hannigram as an openly gay romance, but more so because he is a literal guy in the way he communicates. Tons of Brits are like that. Especially actors, they’re not keen on doing fan service or saying what people like to hear. Mads on the other hand, loves enticing the audience and talking about Hannigram the way they want to hear.

All in all, maybe it’s bc some of these people are new to the fandom, but I literally think that this was just Hugh being Hugh and he gave mostly the same responses as he’s done in the past. It’s a mix of his sense of humor and the tone of the fan expo which is light and not necessarily a proper interview where he’d be more serious and give long answers.

Overall, what do you think?

Hi! Yes, I know a lot of people were unhappy with Hugh's responses - I'm not watching the fandom as closely as I used to, but I'm still keeping an eye on it.

I agree with you in that I heard nothing new. In my opinion, the problem lies in the reputation of 'Hannibal' fandom. We're known as a (mostly) cozy place where the biggest M/M ship is canon and actively supported by cast, writers, and the director. They all said so many wonderful things over the years, things that keep being repeated and are taken as a fandom Bible.

That's why people might still be unpleasantly surprised when they hear Hugh's reserved, distant replies, or Mads' weirdly shallow answers, or Bryan's ideas that are all over the place.

The truth is, ten years separate these people from their work. Hugh in particular hasn't even seen S3 as a complete product, at least from what I lasted heard. Besides, they all have been inconsistent even when the show was airing - Hugh has an interesting habit of saying different things depending on what kind of interview he's giving and who he's with. As an example, in the commentary to S3, he agreed with Bryan that Will was jealous of Bedelia and snapping at her because of it, but then later, he said Will disliked Bedelia for basically being a bad person, with jealousy being unrelated to it.

I'll be the first person to admit that some of Hugh's (and others') answers make no sense or contradict the show, but over the years, I got very used to it, to the point where it doesn't faze me any longer.

Hugh thinks it would take Will 7 season to fall in love with Hannibal, even though 7 seasons haven't been in the plans for over a decade (as Bryan has settled on 5 ages ago), and Will's silence to Bedelia's question and his further choices clearly meant to show he reciprocates? Ok. Hugh things Will's feelings for Hannibal are unrelated to his feelings regarding his own darkness? Fine - at least he acknowledged Will is dark because sometimes there are some denials about it. He thinks Will's decision to betray Jack and Alana and get a bunch of innocent people killed has nothing to do with his love for Hannibal? Lol, but all right.

I don't believe S4 will ever happen. Now, if it's announced, and then I keep hearing the stuff I really don't like, I might get worried, but as it is, I just save the things I agree with and ignore the rest :D The show is over, and we are all invited to come up with our own version of Will and Hannibal's future life. I'm also absolutely certain that we, passionate fans, know the show much, much better than people who were involved in it a decade ago. I mean, if I finished writing a fic 2 years ago, then a reader who just read it will probably know it better than I do at this point. It's natural.

Also, during this reunion, so many wonderful things were said, too. About Hannibal inviting Molly 'for dinner' and Will describing him as a 'therapist' to her, Hannibal urging Will to lose at least a dog or two out of the thousand when they are on the run, Will being annoyed by Hannibal's fussy kitchen habits, etc.

Basically, I don't think we heard anything new or bad. Some answers might have been frustrating, but the good still tops the bad, in my opinion - and the bad isn't all that relevant.

#hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #boston fan expo

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【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟒 】 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2

I got obsessed with this show so I decided why not write a yandere fic for it for fun.

I'm gonna post chapter one here as well, but then future chapters will most likely be posted on AO3, Wattpad and Quotev, the links will be posted soon.

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Everyone was familiar with the screams and pleads of terror and despair that echoed throughout the city, hundreds of demons, in a state of panic, could be seen running in the streets in desperation, terrified at the sight of the angels, who had determined smiles on their faces as they chased them down with the intent to end their lives, prompting them to run even faster, trying to escape their impending doom that was closing in on them.

Amidst all the chaos, in one of the buildings from the distance, unaffected by the madness, a low yet soft voice rang out, reading out loud from a book, seemingly oblivious to the horror happening outside.

"- Lucifer found her and the rebellious dreamers fell deeply in love-"

It was a story they'd read countless times before, but oh it never failed to bring them joy and comfort.

"She empowered the demon kind with her voice and her songs-"

Despite the screams of terror outside were practically impossible to ignore, this particular story offered a temporary escape from their worries, even for just a little while.

"And their dream was passed down to their precious son, the prince of hell."

The end.

....

The man let out a deep sigh as he gently shut the book and gazed out the window at the chaos. " Don't worry Mom, I'll make this work, I promise."

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 it takes.

"Charles, I enjoy your theatrics and all, I really do, but this is literally the fifth time you've repeated the same story to yourself."

A voice rang out behind him suddenly, making him turn his head in fright.

"Shit Dicckie! I didn't see you there." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Did you hear all that?"

Dicckie nodded. "Yeah, I literally just said that."

"Sorry, you know I always get worked up during an extermination." He smiled down at the book in his hands. " This book always helps, even for just a moment."

It was better than nothing...

"Don't worry, I love hearing your voice anyways, but you know you can always talk to me-"

Before he could finish his sentence, a deafening explosion echoed through the air, making them jolt in surprise and fright as they turned to the source of the noise.

Looking out the window, the men watched as an entire airship crashed into the buildings below, the group of exterminators who had taken it down cheered and high-fived one another before parting ways.

.......

Charles sighed. "They're extra ruthless this year, huh.."

It just gets worse and 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 each year.

.......

Dicckie struggled to find something to say to comfort the prince, before remembering what he was here for in the first place. " Hey, how about we go see what Alastor prepared for our commercial? That will take your mind off.. this."

Charles smiled, setting the book aside before standing up and grabbing his hand. "You're right! He should be done with it by now, let's go."

Dicckie smiled back at him, pleased to see him so enthusiastic again, it suited him better. "There you go, I'm positive he did an amazing job," he said, though he couldn't mask the slight hesitation in his tone.

At least, he hoped he did.

That radio freak better have made something 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.

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I wanted to continue MC's part but I don't have much free time so I decided to end the trailer here

My friend told me to name vaggie Dicckie cause

Vaggie = vagina

So automatically

Dicckie= Dick 😭😭😭

#hazbin hotel #yandere hazbin hotel

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empressofthewind · 2 months ago

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Hey there, Meronia fan! Do you mind if I ask for Meronia fics recs? And, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of Mello/Near?

You can't imagine, how excited I am to find your blog. Let's just say in my older anime/manga group who love Death Note mostly ship Lawlight & Matt/Mello, anti Meronia and are Near haters. So when I said I love Meronia, some blocked me and said I was the weird one. So, I never said it again. But now, after I got out from that group I feel better. Then finding your blog with amazing Mello and Near's metas, I'm so happy! Thanks for your blog...

Thank you very much!!! I'm so happy to hear this :-) in my experience most people on Tumblr are pretty normal about Meronia, and it's SO easy to block/filter users who aren't.

Unfortunately re: ships with similar dynamics, I can't think of any off the top of my head, but I'll put this post in the ship tag; I'm sure someone else will have an answer!! In terms of fic recs, I've actually set up my bookmarks page on AO3 to function like a rec list. I have 36 fics there each with a little blurb and I'm constantly updating it, so hopefully a decent amount that you haven't read! I'll pick 10 of them to link here for easy access (ordered by rating in case you can't/don't want to read the mature ones):

the roof by @lightningblade | 3692 words | Rated T

This is a college AU focused on the development of Mello and Near's relationship through a series of encounters on a rooftop. The writing is GORGEOUS, the progression is masterfully done, and it removes the element of the rivalry without removing the core of what makes Meronia such a great ship! There's also a companion piece up as of yesterday which I'm still recovering from (very very positive).

Dear Mello by @tzviaariella | 4158 words | Rated T

This fic is written during the canon timeline through a series of emails. It's an AU where Mello survives, originally written for the 2023 Meronia Zine but also posted on AO3 (which is what I've linked here). The format is really creative and I'm OBSESSED with the way Mello and Near's dynamic is written. The petty back-and-forth is very entertaining and in-character, and there's a certain familiarity and fondness underlying it that I adore. There are also a few artworks throughout which is a nice treat!!

How to Get Any Guy to Fall in Love with You by Sick_head_Sweet_heart | 7025 words | Rated T

This one has such a late-2000s fandom classic feel to it that I'm surprised it's only a few years old??? It's set at Wammy's House, in which Matt gives Near advice on how to make Mello fall in love with him. The dynamic is insanely cute and I'm obsessed with the way Matt and Near's friendship is characterised here. Them scheming together is something I need more of in fics!!

The Mihael Factor by spiritcrimson | 16 chapters | Rated T

One of the longest completed works I've ever read for Meronia and I have been DYING to find something like this ever since. It's a talent agent x singer AU, and it's literally everything I could have asked for in a longfic. A unique idea, compelling progression and a fun antagonistic dynamic that blossoms into a really sweet romance. It's a slowburn but it doesn't drag on at all, and the ending is SO well worth the wait.

3 + 1 by @squidish | 2423 words | Rated T

x + 1 fics are a favourite trope of mine, as is the general concept of Mello and Near behaving inappropriately in the workplace, and this one combines both of those perfectly. The premise is 3 times Mello and Near got walked in on by one of the SPK members, and 1 time they were caught by the whole group. The writing is SO delightful and there are several lines in this that are permanently lodged in my brain. I find humour in writing immensely difficult to pull off so I'm always in awe of authors who can integrate it naturally, and squidish's writing is a great example of that! (Worth noting that this one is slightly more mature than the other T-rated fics here, so I've put it closer to the M & E section; however the smut scenes are not explicit)

it's friday, i'm in love by @neallo | 2676 words | Rated M

You could read literally anything by neallo and it's guaranteed to be good, but to keep this list short, I've included one angsty fic and one lighthearted fic so you can pick the vibe. This one is more lighthearted, and it depicts a very tender moment in which Mello shows up at Near's door drunk and dances with him in the kitchen. This is a prequel to a bigger AU focusing on a casual relationship between them, but it also holds up as a standalone fic! It's unbearably sweet and there are many lines in there that made me audibly laugh.

Speculation on Demisexual Sex Drive by SayHiDestery | 4069 words | Rated M

The smut scene in this fic is so intimate and perfect, I'm melting just thinking about it. It's an established relationship fic in which Near has PTSD and has certain struggles with intimacy, and Mello guides him through it. It's quite slow-paced and takes its time to linger on the small details, which I absolutely adore, and the writing itself is vivid and beautiful. It also features demisexual Near!!

Winning the Game by clearmain | 4134 words | Rated E

This one is a PWP set mid-canon, immediately after the raid on the SPK. I'm a huge sucker for bold & bratty Near and that's EXACTLY what this fic serves. The way this introduces elements of rivalry and competition into their relationship is excellent and makes this fic feel faithful to their canon dynamic. It's a compelling push-pull with an open but hopeful ending that very succinctly captures the complexities of their relationship.

A Certain Hush by BlueberryAsh | 5434 words | Rated E

One of the first fanfics I read for Meronia and I'm not exaggerating when I say it changed my life. This fic has had SUCH a massive influence on the way I view and write the ship. It's a little glimpse into Mello and Near's relationship immediately after getting together. It's really cute and sweet in a way that feels authentic to the characters, and I'm incredibly impressed by the way it manages to give just enough backstory for their relationship to make sense without getting caught up in the details. Genuinely a masterpiece!

i want to hold you (hostage) by @neallo | 4 chapters | Rated E

The aforementioned angsty neallo fic! This one is an exes AU set during the canon timeline, and it is, as you can imagine, a very fraught dynamic done SO incredibly well. The tension is absolutely delicious and there are earnest moments littered throughout that are guaranteed to have you tearing up. Brilliant setup, brilliant writing, brilliant dynamic; just an absolutely stellar fic on all counts!!

#asks #fics #meronia #long post #rec list

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heliswife · 4 months ago

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jake x a reader who hates him and avoids him because he reminds them of someone they hate but when they are forced to hang out they realize that they actually have a lot of chemistry…..,,. take ur time btw no rush

TBIS IS A FIRE IDEA ACTUALLY!!! TY POOKIE!!! those following for pjsk fics sorry but the brainrot is taking over <3 plus writing for other fandoms is a nice break from pjsk :3 this is a non-idol au thing ig 🤭

@onthat611beat hope you like it ♡

Your ex-friend used to have a massive crush on Jake. She would rant about him all the time, saying stuff such as "we were meant to be!" or "he looked at me, he wants me bad!"

You were sick of it, and by the time you cut contact with her, you didn't want to hear anything about Jake again. You avoided him in the halls and in your classes, memories of that friend coming back whenever you looked at him.

"Y/N! There's this guy I'm sort of interested in, and he wants to have a study group with us and some of his friends!" Your best friend and roommate grinned.

"Who is it?" You asked her, secretly praying it wasn't going to be a repeat of what happened with your ex-friend.

"His name is Riki, look!" Your friend showed you a picture of the guy she liked. He didn't seem bad. And your friend seemed normal enough about him.

"Yeah, he's cute. Sure, I'll go to the study group with you."

The next day, when you walked in the café you guys decided to meet up in, you saw Riki, your bestie, and...

"Y/n, this is Jaeyun. He's in the grade above you, right?"

"Mhm, nice to meet you, y/n. You can call me Jake." He flashed a warm smile at you. It made your stomach churn with how nice he was to you.

Memories of your ex-friend and her toxicity flooded your brain, yet you pulled yourself together and held your hand out. "Nice to meet you, Jake!"

His hand was warm. You were sort of understanding why your ex-friend liked Jake now.

The study group went surprisingly smoothly, with you exchanging numbers with the two boys and leaving with a stomach full of sweets.

You explained to your bestie the situation between you and your ex-friend, how she was in love with Jake and how she was a huge asshole towards you.

"Is that why you looked shocked when you saw him?" She asked.

You nodded. "Was it that obvious? God, I really hope I didn't give him a bad impression of me..."

"Don't worry, y/n, it wasn't that obvious." Your friend said before being interrupted by the ding of your phone. An unknown number.

hey y/n this is jake from the study group i just remembered i had your number lol

"It's Jake. Whenever I think of him, I think of my ex-friend and then I start feeling sick. Should I answer?" Your finger hovered above the message icon.

"Yes, duh? Forget about that shitty girl, that's in the past. It's time to move on and forget about her, y/n."

"Hm.. You're right. I'll respond. I know it's been half a year, but it's hard to get over it." Your fingers rapidly typed and backspace until you found a response you would send to him.

hi jake!! dw abt it, im glad you texted me

"I literally can't do this bestie, what if he hates me? Fuck, that message sounded so cringy." The worst case scenarios flashed in your eyes.

"He doesn't. Read the message he just sent, I don't think anyone who hates you would send that."

do you wanna go get lunch with me tomorrow? i wanna talk to you more, you seem chill 😄 also your friend likes riki right? she makes it obvious

"I DO?" Your best friend gasped. When you agreed, your friend threw her head back, landing on one of the soft pillows of your bed. "It's fine, I'll deal with it later. Back to you, y/n~"

"Oh lord."

"You should go with Jake! He's asking you out on a date!"

"He is?" You reread the message. "Oh shit, he is."

"Y/n l/n, you are a total loser. Your life is so boring, like, you've never been in a relationship? You should go. It'll make your life interesting."

"Geez, you're such a nice friend." You rolled your eyes.

yeah ofc!! where & when?

is noon at the pizza place near the cafe alright with you?

mhm, see u there :)

You turned your phone off and let your brain process what was happening.

The only knowledge you've had of Jake prior to this was from your ex-friend, and she looked at him with rose-colored glasses. You were going on a date with the very person your ex-friend was head over heels for.

Fast-forward to the next day, you put on an outfit you deemed worthy for an outing and exited the house. You hoped your bestie wouldn't blow up the house.

Once you arrived at the pizza place, you spotted Jake waiting outside, scrolling on his phone.

"Jake!" You called, and his head perked up, smiling wide as he waved to you, "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long!"

"Y/n! Don't worry about it, I just got here anyways, let's go in and order, 'kay?" It wasn't even a sort of anymore. You were definitely understanding why your ex-friend was obsessed with Jake.

Your eyes couldn't leave Jake as he ordered a pizza and drinks for you both, and you didn't even process the question he asked you until he pointed out your lack of response.

"Sorry, I just feel... I don't know, out of it? Could be nerves," You awkwardly laughed.

Jake only cocked his head his face painted with a confused expression before giving you a small grin. "I get it, nerves do that to me too. So, um, what do you like to do?"

"I- I like writing?"

"That's cool, do you think you could ever show me one of your stories?" When he noticed your eyes widening, he laughed, "I'm kidding, you don't have to show me if you don't want to."

The pizza came, and you two chatted about anything you could think of. You talked about your friends antics and he talked about his. He even showed you a picture of his cute dog.

"Y/n, if you don't want to answer this, it's fine, but why did you ignore me before you were forced to see me at the café. Did I do anything wrong?"

Shit. Now you were forced to talk about your past with your ex-friend. "I had a friend who used to like you. You were all she would talk about, and it was getting annoying. She was an asshole too. After we stopped being friends, I didn't want to be reminded of her, and you happened to be one of the things that reminded me of her. I feel bad about ignoring you, since you're a great guy."

"Oh, it was *****, yeah? I remember her." Hearing her name made you feel lightheaded. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that. If it makes you better, I never liked her much."

"Seriously?"

"Yup, you want to head back to my dorm? I could show you my lego collection?"

"Sure," You giggled, getting up out of your seat in the booth, Jake following suit. You felt a sense of relief knowing that Jake didn't like your ex-friend.

As you two were walking back, gray clouds started to gather. A few rain droplets fell on your face before the downpour began. You and Jake looked at each other before Jake took your hand and started running to his dorm, dragging you along.

Once you guys made it, you were both soaking wet and panting. "I wasn't expecting it to rain, sorry.."

"It's okay. I really enjoyed your company..."

Silence filled the room. Jake's hand was still holding yours. "Y/n... may I..?"

"Please, Jaeyun."

His lips pressed onto yours, and even if it was for a second, it felt like time stopped. It was just you and him in this little world.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you on a real date, when it isn't raining. We could go wherever, just tell me," Jake told you when the kiss ended.

"Let's hope it isn't raining tomorrow, promise we'll go wherever?"

"I pinky promise, dear." He held out his pinky, and you intertwined it with yours.

This was the start of a new chapter, a chapter without her, and you had someone, who although gave you bad memories from the previous chapter, would be by your side.

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun x reader #hoshii writes #jakerene 🔛🔝❗❗❗ I tried to add some stuff that was like you while keeping it vague for other readers #k pop #k pop x reader #sorry for having my longest fic be my sim jaeyun delusions you guys. :(#I didn't eat lunch im hungry now I was too busy writing and forgot to eat. its 1 now.

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rita-repulsa-ke · 2 months ago

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the witch-hunter part 2

Fic Summary: Rio and Agatha go on an incredibly anachronistic adventure to help a deadly killer resurrect the woman she loves. There's flirting, kissing, and Agatha's ongoing issues with commitment.

Also, it's now officially a Killing Eve crossover (though still pretty heavily Agatha/Rio focused)

Chapter Summary: Rio hears out a supplicant. Agatha is jealous, Villanelle is heartbroken and Eve is dead.

Part 1 here.

If you’re only in one fandom (ie everyone), just treat the other one like I’m doing original characters and it will probably all make sense? Also, I am writing this two days before the finale of the Agatha show, so there is a chance that may radically change things. Nonetheless, we proceed.

Cast List:

Agatha - A prideful, sarcastic, cruel witch, involved with Rio in a way she currently refuses to label. Uses very anachronistic speech even for this fic.

Rio - Feral green witch, Death in a very literal sense, extremely enamored with Agatha but not always nice about it. Loves knives.

Villanelle - Russian witch-hunter, psychopath, would murder the world to get Eve back.

Eve - stubborn, mystery-obsessed, in love with Villanelle. Currently dead, but surprisingly comfortable with it. Also a big fan of knives.

If you like it, comment/reblog. Honestly, I'll probably write it regardless, so it's really just for my ego.

They both felt the witch-hunter coming, Agatha because she’d long ago bespelled herself to know when someone sought her with foul intent, Rio because she had been expecting this meeting for some time now.

Unfortunately, that awareness happened only a few minutes after they'd gotten back to the inn. Agatha sat up from their shared lumpy mattress and Rio snarled with frustration, tugging at the other woman’s sleeve, her lips still warm with the memory of gentle, honeyed kisses.

Agatha’s kisses were often lies, but sometimes a lie told sweetly was better than the truth. “Agatha,” she said, then repeated, like an incantation. “Agatha, Agatha, Agatha.”

“You felt it too,” the other woman murmured. “He’s here.”

“She,” Rio corrected.

“Really? Huh. Maybe a wronged member of our sisterhood, then. It would be about right, a witch killing other witches," Agatha said, chuckling to herself.

"It would be familiar."

Agatha tossed her hair and Rio could see the edge of her smile, cruel in a way she found very appealing. “You kill a handful of witches and suddenly people act as though that’s your whole personality.” She glanced down at Rio, stubbornly refusing to get out of bed. “Hey, you never gave me a number. How many more witches has she killed than me? I really want to know.”

“Come back to bed,” Rio deflected, folding her hand over Agatha's wrist. “Come back to kissing me. Make good on that statement about thanking me without words. Right now.”

“Can it wait until after we deal with the threat on our lives, please? Or my life, anyway.”

“Same thing,” Rio said, for the pleasure of watching Agatha digest that, then go unnaturally still, her cheeks flooding with color.

“What is with you today?!” she snapped.

“Still allergic to romance, huh, Ags?" Rio purred, her point proven out by how quickly Agatha scrambled out of bed, putting physical distance between herself and the concept of romance.

“It’s,” Agatha said, then seemed to decide she was better off not finishing that thought, remarkable foresight for Rio's favorite person.

“Icky? Gooey?” Rio said, accepting at last that she was going to have to get up, doing so with a biiig stretch, then idly slashing her knife through the air, pretending she was preparing for a fight.

Well, if it came to that, she was, but it wasn't a fight with the woman hunting them.

“Can we discuss this later? Time is ticking away and a woman is on her way to kill us,” Agatha said, always in a hurry not to discuss things that made her uncomfortable.

Us, Rio noted. Us, us, us.

Rio slid to her feet, closed the gap between them in the space of a single breath. Agatha didn’t back away, that would have been too embarrassing and she was almost certainly too slow to succeed anyway, but she was adorably tense as Rio leaned up and kissed her.

Agatha’s real kisses were claims, assertions that Rio was hers. Her false ones were sweet, soft, the lie of a gentle, caring lover, coaxing and manipulative.

When Rio initiated, there was only one modality, a searing hunger that often turned violent, teeth and tongue and bloodied lips, turning her lover’s mouth into a battlefield upon which she waged war. When she pulled back, Agatha was panting, skimming her tongue over her lower lip to taste her own blood and Rio loved that the tang of copper was on both their tongues.

While Agatha was still reeling, Rio leaned up and bumped her forehead against the other woman’s. “Mine,” she said. “All mine.”

Agatha went the color of a tomato, and Rio pivoted to look at the door to their room. “Ags, she’s coming.”

Agatha opened her mouth, then closed it, briefly at a loss for words, a situation so rare that Rio could remember all the times it had happened before. Agatha had words for every situation, even if they were rarely the right words.

“Together, then,” Agatha finally said, spinning to face the door.

Huh, Rio thought. Right words.

***

The witch-hunter kicked in the door with an old-fashioned booted foot and Agatha almost did the stupid thing, blasted that foot and the presumed body behind it with the full force of her magic.

But anyone who had killed some untold number of witches was likely to have some tricks up her sleeve and when the woman stepped through the door, brushing aside shards of wood with ease, Agatha was immediately glad she'd shown rare self-restraint.

Even though Rio had told her that the hunter was a woman, she was still surprised by what she saw. The woman in question was pretty, in her mid-twenties, blonde, obnoxiously tall. She was also wearing an insane number of protection amulets, hanging off her in jangling mess. One glance told Agatha that most of them were the type made to throw magic back at the caster, such that anyone blasting her full force would likely fry themselves. Agatha wondered how many of her victims had gone out that way, with no further effort needed.

The hunter carried a small crossbow in one hand and an obnoxiously big knife in the other. She moved with a fluid quality that reminded Agatha of Rio, as though she might simply flow between one point and the next.

The moment she crossed the threshold, though, she froze, her breathing coming in quick, short bursts, her hands gone white-knuckled on her weapons.

For a moment, Agatha thought it might have been her wards, but no, they’d hit the protection spells and shattered, exploding a few amulets as they did so.

Instead, the hunter was staring at Rio, trembling like someone having either a religious experience or a seizure.

And Rio was staring back, her head tilted, hip cocked, looking at the other woman with a focus Agatha was all-too-familiar with, the kind that meant Rio had developed a new fixation.

“Oh come on, don’t do this!” Agatha whined. “I know it’s a really, really big knife, but size isn’t everything…”

Rio snorted, but strolled past her, toward the stranger. One of the amulets had shattered violently enough to throw shards of metal out, scratching the woman’s cheek.

Rio reached up, dragged her fingers through the blood and stuck them in her mouth. Agatha's stomach burned like the time she'd swallowed a salamander, fire twisting around in her guts.

“You,” the witch-hunter said, her words carrying the accent of the Russian Empire. “I know you. But somehow, you are even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Hey, shove off, I saw her first, muttered the petty part of Agatha’s brain.

Then the hunter's eyes drifted past Rio to Agatha and there was a hatred so intense in them that for a moment, Agatha knew what her own eyes must have looked like when they chained her to the stake.

“You know me,” Rio agreed, her voice dropping into a cadence Agatha associated with witchcraft, incantations, the tone she would have used on a dark night for a dark spell. “You serve me. You dream of me. You have made such sacrifice to me, over and over, so many bodies, so many lives taken. Speak, supplicant. Tell me what you would ask of Death.”

The witch-hunter fell to her knees in front of Rio, who fingered her hair absently, making Agatha's teeth clench so hard her head started to ache. “Please,” the hunter said, her voice shaking. “I will make whatever sacrifice you desire. I will kill anyone, everyone, the world, all for you. Please. Please, I beg you, give her back to me. Give Eve back to me.”

Agatha was starting to get a very different bad feeling. “Rio. Sweetie. Honey pie. Want to explain what the hell is going on here?”

Rio looked at her and Agatha fought the urge to flinch. The mask had slipped entirely and what looked back at her was Death, the promise of an ultimate end from which even Agatha could not escape.

Like hell I can’t, she thought and as she had at their first meeting, faced Death head-on and dared it to take her.

“The pet names are new, Ags. Keep that up,” said the nameless end of all things, her smile a skeletal rictus. “Sorry. I may not have told you the entire truth. In fairness, you lie to me all the time.”

“I do not,” Agatha lied, then continued on before she could be called out on it. “So all that about her having killed more witches than me—“

“You’ve been alive longer. But she would have caught up eventually.” Rio’s fingers were still in the hunter’s hair, twining it absently around one finger like a ring and Agatha fought the irrational urge to comment on it, when there were bigger issues at hand. “Maybe even soon. I wanted to talk to her first, though.”

“And all that stuff about being easier to find—"

“Real. I really did want to stay. We never stay. I wasn’t in a hurry.” She laughed. “I mean. Why would I be?”

Agatha narrowed her eyes, took a small step forward and then was sure. Past the final mystery, past heat death, was Rio, her Rio, uncomfortable, defensive, shifting her weight, not quite meeting Agatha's eyes.

“Wait, was that guilt?” Agatha said, and it was so rare she got to throw Rio with a non sequitur instead of the other way around, she took a moment to enjoy the puzzlement on her lover's face, followed by the smallest grimace. “Your big romantic gesture with the puppet show. That was guilt, wasn’t it! You felt bad about lying to me.” She couldn't help it, she was practically crowing with delight. She wasn't sure she'd ever seen Rio guilty. She might have placed a sizeable bet it wasn't even possible, but here they were.

Sometimes it was great to be her.

“You said romantic,” Rio muttered, which was as good as a yes. She was going to milk this for longer than was healthy or necessarily safe.

"Right," Agatha said, forcing herself back to the matter at hand, there was plenty of time to gloat later. "So why did you want to talk to the pretty girl who is trying to kill me with her mind?”

Rio glanced at the woman on the floor and Agatha immediately wanted those eyes back on her. “Is she pretty?”

“Yes,” the witch-hunter said. “I am.”

“And humble, too. Give me some answers here, pllllease,” Agatha said.

“Impatient,” Rio said. “She’s been praying. To me. With each witch she kills, she’s been praying. For me to return her lover."

“Oh. Well, that’s impossible,” Agatha said, waving a hand dismissively. “So can we kill her now?”

The woman on the floor was almost as fast as Rio and somehow signaled her intent even less. She almost reached Agatha before Rio intercepted her.

The ensuing battle lasted five seconds. Agatha whistled. “Slowing down a little there,” she told Rio, who had the hunter pinned under her, knife against the woman’s jugular. Rio twisted around at a completely unnatural angle to look at her and bared her teeth in a snarl. Agatha shrugged, nonchalant. “Just saying. I almost saw that one.”

Her fingers itched to touch Rio, to run her fingers through her hair, to dig into the muscle at the back of her neck, to make herself known to every sense the other woman possessed.

“Your girlfriend is very annoying,” the witch-hunter said.

Agatha groaned as Rio started laughing, too long, too loud, her knife hand never wavering while she went into hysterics. “Girlfriend,” she gasped out, and then continued giggling, discordant and grating as always.

The hunter looked confused, her eyebrows knitting together, flicking her gaze between the two of them, an open question in her eyes.

Rio finally mastered her own amusement, then tapped the woman’s cheek with the tip of her knife, opening an unlikely wound, a flowering brand that cascaded blood over smooth skin. “Try and hurt my girlfriend—"

“Stooooop,” Agatha complained.

Rio continued unabated. "Try, and I will let her end you,” she said, with a glance back at Agatha, her expression one of violent delight.

Agatha pressed two fingers to her lips and blew her a kiss, for the sheer pleasure of watching Death, unstoppable apocalypse, meteoric end, go as rigid and still as the corpses she loved.

"If you let her, would that get me back to Eve?” The witch-hunter asked, stubbornly refusing to stop existing so that Agatha could take her woman to bed.

She pictured saying that sentence out loud to Rio. It was hard to say which would come first, an end to the hysterical laughter that would follow or the heat death of the universe.

“Yes,” Agatha answered quickly.

“I was not asking you. I was asking Her," the hunter said, putting a completely unnecessary emphasis on the pronoun.

Ugh, this was all going to go to Rio's head, wasn't it?

“Not in the way you mean,” Rio said, bounding up, spinning in place. “Ags, we are going on a trip.”

“What?” Agatha said, startled, shaking her head. “No, no, we are not. We have things to do, this is not the time for adventures…"

Rio sauntered over and wrapped her arms around Agatha's neck. “You mean you have things to do," she said. "How many years have I gone along with your plans, served your causes? I’ve torn cities apart for your petty, selfish wishes.” Agatha felt her mouth go slightly too dry, unused to things between them getting this serious. “My turn, I think.”

Agatha swallowed, held her ground, refused to back down on both practicality and principle. She was so close now, she knew she was. “The book—“

“You have so much time. It will wait.” Rio seemed to be weighing her, a hint of disappointment in her expression already, as though she was already expecting Agatha to fail whatever kind of test this was.

This wasn't at all fair. They did things Rio wanted! Most of the things they did involved killing people, which, as far as she knew, was exactly what Rio wanted.

But somehow, she couldn't bring herself to say no and watch that disappointment grow. “Fine. Fine, okay, fine," she snapped, the words tumbling out. "How long is this ridiculous quest going to take?"

Rio looked genuinely surprised, as though she'd expected Agatha to hold out longer. Agatha wasn't sure if that made her feel good or weak. “A few weeks, at the most."

“Sure, great! A fun few weeks with a woman who wants me dead and my—“ Say it, just say it, if you don’t she’ll use it forever, sometimes force is the only way to win. “Girlfriend.” She then immediately tried to blaze past it, but she did mentally record the stunned look on Rio’s face for her own future enjoyment. “But no matter where we go, what she wants isn’t possible.” She waited for immediate negation, didn't receive it, though she did hear the hunter snarl somewhere behind them. “Right?”

Rio's smile stretched and stretched and stretched, a smile that could eat the sun, and in her eyes were tsunamis, meteors, bombs falling, the final few blinks of an eye before the inevitable. “Agatha, you’d spoil everything if I let you. Come along and see. A good journey never starts at end.”

Agatha watched Death herself spin around and skip back over to the woman who’d remained on the floor, hands behind her head. Pretended she didn‘t hear her repeating the word ‘girlfriend’ under her breath.

“What’s your name?” Rio asked the woman on the floor.

“Eve calls me Villanelle. That is good enough," The hunter said, still laying where Rio had left her, hands behind her head.

There was a portent in that name, one Agatha could almost read, except her mind was too busy churning with other things.

“Supplicant,” Rio said, her voice taking on the rumble again, the one that made the hair on Agatha's arms stand on end. “Villanelle, Oksana, Beloved of Death, I will help you reach your heart's desire."

Beloved of what?!

The woman stared at Rio for a moment, barely seeming to understand the words, then sagged forward with a choked sob, collapsing straight into Death’s open arms.

“Oh come on!” Agatha snarled. “Stop touching her!”

*** Eve was in the dark. It wasn’t so bad, really. The dark was a hieroglyph, one she was working on translating. She was beginning to see the shape of the problem. If she stayed here long enough, she was sure she would find an answer.

There was only one snag, a single brass hook in her skin attached to a taut line, keeping her connected to mortality, stopping her from losing herself completely in the work.

Once upon a time, Villanelle had made her a promise.

She'll be on her way, Eve thought. I'd better work fast, then.

I can't wait to see her again.

#killing eve #killing eve fanfic #agatha all along #agatha x rio #Rita does Agatha #I will drag my favorite girls along with me wherever I go apparently #But also the cinematic parallels #This will move to ao3 eventually #Unless the finale wrecks it

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dangerousflowerduck · 4 months ago

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Hey I haven’t been in the sp fandom as long as you have (so I know nothing of what happened in the past) but I have been really enjoying your sp content!

Angel Hair literally sent me into a spiral for weeks, you did such a good job of characterizing Stan and describing what it feels like to be an outcast. Someday I’m gonna write a huge ass review on AO3 cause that fic really deserves it.

I also really like “A rose that won’t bloom”. I admire the way you’re able to depict physiological horror and other dead dove content while also being able to write domestic cute style. The latter being so important too—most sp fanfic writers today are in high schooler/early college so they’re not really able to write mature relationships like you have! I personally think if you’re unhappy with how much fluff is in “A Rose”, maybe writing fluffy style one-shots would be a good way to get it out your system?

Anyway sorry for rambling, I just felt like I needed to send some engagement ur way

I've been writing on and off for this fandom for over twenty years, believe me, there aren't that many people who have been in it as long as I have. But thank you! I'm glad to be rewriting for it again for the first time in a few years. Considering eventually reposting one or two of my other deleted fics.

(That said, don't worry about leaving a review for Angel Hair, the reason it doesn't have any is because I have loaded and delete two other times, just reloading it recently with the ending finally completed. I was about 2000 words from the ending for like six years!) I hate to say it but that fic is probably gonna be my legacy. It has a…reputation.

I actually started A Rose like six months ago and then just kind of abandoned it but every time I reread Project Hail Mary (yes I reread it every couple months) it made me wanna continue. As far as domestic fluff goes, what can I say. I'm a product of my times. We were all raised on Hollycomb and Sekrit and Foodstamp and I'll always admire those authors and strive to live up to them (though I never could, of course.)

Don't be too harsh on the youngens. I was in high school when I first started writing SP fics too. They were…bad. Believe me. So, so bad.

Anyway, I love writing style fluff and I DO want their relationship to be wholesome in this fic because I believe that contrast is important. But I'm afraid maybe the readers are just like "Okay enough with the cuddling, where's the sexual abuse?"

No need to ever apologize, I love hearing from people in the fandom! You mentioned you never heard about the controversy about me since it's old but believe me, I am NOT liked in the fandom lol.

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americanrecord · 27 days ago

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hey kelsey! i just wanted to say that i still think about the love letters series all the time lol. it’s crazy how much nostalgia can hit me over a fic, but i think that’s just a testament to how well written it was and how much of your heart you poured into it. and obviously, when i started reading it was for axl (unfortunately), but val and jill quickly won me over lol.

i just remember some of the asks you would get would frustrate me so bad because it felt like i was watching some people just reduce the girls to side characters or miss the point entirely. like, you would write something so nuanced and layered and then people would be in your inbox talking about the boys (like no shade ig cause like, yeah, they’re hot and fun, i get it but cmon). but yeah, i can’t imagine how frustrating that was on your end. i feel like that was such a big part of why people couldn’t fully appreciate it for what it was.

anyway, i think it’s really cool that you’re still writing and doing it on your own terms now. law school on top of everything else sounds like hell on earth, so i hope you’re giving yourself credit for even being upright through all of that. and if you do come back (to duffmckagans or wherever), i think a lot of us would be happy just to see you around again — whether you’re posting the fic or literally anything at all. but either way, i’m glad you’re still doing what you love, even if it looks a little different now. you deserve that.

hi! this is so sweet ♡ honestly speaking, the series has been a thought that's been sitting in the back of my mind every day for the last almost five years, but it was a few really kind recent messages and acknowledgments of support (as well as a push to return to writing it from my bad-influence-friends (said lovingly)) that pushed me back toward it on top of my personal motives as detailed in my last ask. it was knowing that i wasn't the only one who cared about it and that there were people out there who missed it or who really wanted to read what did exist of it that had me going: man 😭

which, like, if law school is true and that does come to fruition, who knows how much free time i'll have to even do all of this again. my gut says none. however, it really does make me happy to hear that it can drag up so many happy memories for people, especially when it was always a bit of shit-storm behind the scenes. i think most people started reading for either axl or izzy (or just the gnr boys)—which, btw, i'll never knock anybody for; it's why i started writing—but i do know so deep in my heart that what excited so many people by the end were either the girls/the relationships/the original aspect of it, which i truly am so grateful for. like, seriously. the amount of love the series as a whole got, bad apples aside (ha), is overwhelming and still motivating.

towards the end, long before more band controversy popped up and before i decided to branch off with original things, it really was the asks that started to grate on me. even writing so far in advance, having 30 chapters pre-loaded at any given moment, wasn't enough to deter receiving so many missed-nuance/intentionally cruel "confrontations" over super fake things. like why on earth was i called a cunt over actions of a fictional character! and for what? because people were mad valerie was the main character and always had been? always would be? never-guaranteed-anything-otherwise? it was just so, so frustrating and really leeched the love out of it for me. like, literally every week it went from my excitement (yay! new chapter) to dread (damn it, new chapter) because after seeing people's reactions from the "present" timeline of the fic, it made me fear for what was already written in the "future" of it. it was sign number one that some part of me at least wanted to redirect things to bend to people's will and i did not want the project to turn into anything i didn't want it to be. all else was just a perfect storm to deleting it. i have bounced back, however, and i have learned how to say "fuck you, it's my story," so i do think i could face the interweb with a little more confidence and not get so defensive bc, at the end of the daaaay, this is fanfiction. puuuuuure fanfiction. rpf, arguably the fakest kind. then it just leaves my other difficulties with posting, which i'm trying to iron out.

part of me does think people learned really quickly that i wasn't messing around when that fic got deleted, but like. eh, it was gonna happen anyway. i'm sure non-reader followers to duffmckagans took their first fresh breath of air in like three years.

but, yes! writing originally is still going well. i've written a draft and have it sitting next to my bed awaiting edits, but i've been a little too busy to get my head back into that headspace, whereas i find it's always easy to return to this one and to rewrite old things than it is to generate entirely new ideas. i had to start at the beginning because there were a lot of choices i made along the way i wouldn't make today, to a point where it would've been fruitless to return any other way. (plus, like, the amount of things i forgot?).

and thank you for your support!! i am still moving for right now .... probably firing on all cylinders for way too long now, but i have hope that it will settle soon and that i can find a minute to catch my breath before something else comes knocking. i do think i will be returning to duffmckagans quite soon, so if anybody who jumped ship wants to follow me again over there, regardless of whether or not anything comes of the writing, feel free. i've missed connecting with people very much 🩷

#oi this was a ramble #✉︎ — confessions.

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ghostedeabha · 2 years ago

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i read the family fic you wrote and OOHHHH MY GODDDD I LOVED IT i swear fluff family fics have my heart i love them too much!!!

and reading the author note i would love to see how bug chose their name! :3

ahhh i'm so glad you liked it !! like seriously, this ask has me giggling, twirling my hair, kicking my feet. i die for the smallest bit of praise so i'm truly so so happy you liked it. MWAH MWAH, platonic kisses on the forehead for you nonnie <3 (and anyone else who read and liked it, all of you get platonic kisses too)

now, as requested, a cute blurb of how bug chose their name (and came out to simon and reader)

simon "ghost" riley x child!OC (bug riley)

word count: 824

warnings: a teeny bit of angst (bug is an anxious baby), but mostly just sweet sweet cotton candy :3

a/n: bug is 13 in this fic, it is told from their perspective. their dead name is mentioned twice.

a/n 2.0: i wrote this really quickly so it might not be that great, i'm stoned as fuck and it's like 10 to 05:00 rn but i really wanted to get this idea out for you guys bc i love this lil oc sm🥺 created them literally a day ago and i would die for them already

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it'll be fine, it'll be fine. mum and dad are so accepting and loving, mum is always telling me she'll always love me no matter what. i siked myself up as i walk into the kitchen where i hear my mum and dad making dinner again.

i wanted to come out to them before dad left for work again, but every time i got up the nerves i backed out, not this time.

"uh, mum? dad?" i spoke up as i walked into the kitchen, catching the attention of my parents who gave me their signature loving smiles.

"hi my little bug, how was your day at school?" mum asked me, opening her arms for her a hug, which i happily gave her.

"hey ben, how was school bud?" dad asked, making my stomach churn a little at the sound of my birth name.

"it... it was good." i replied with a heavy sigh, mum's face immediately contorting into worry at the sound. "i actually wanted to talk to you two about something. can we sit down?"

"yes, of course." mum says as soon as the words are out of my mouth, she gently grabs my shoulders and walks to the dinner table with me, making sure dad was following behind.

as we sat at the table i felt a lump begin to form in the back of my throat and my heart begin to race. this was really happening. oh god this was really happening, i'm doing this.

"what is it benjamin? did something happen?" mum asks me with worry in her voice.

"if someone is hurting you just say the word bud, i'll deal with them." dad says gruffly, standing behind mum with a hand on her shoulder.

"no, no it's nothing like that," i begin, mouth running dry as i try to for words. i try to think of what to say, but the words wont come out right.

"i don't think i'm a boy!" i blurted before i could realize what i was saying. this was not the course of action i wanted to take.

"huh?" dad said with a raised brow. "what.. what does that even mean?"

"simon!"

"it's a legitimate question babe!"

"it's rude to ask it like that though!"

"guys! please! just," i sighed. "i don't... feel right as a boy. i'm nonbinary."

their silence makes my stomach drop, but my heart stops when dad just leaves the dining room to return to the kitchen without even looking at me. fuck, he hates me now.

"we'll be right back my baby, don't worry. stay there." mum says softly, putting a gentle hand on my head before she gets up to follow my father. leaving me to sit in silence. i just disappointed my fucking hero. my dad hated me now, i never should've said anything.

it's only five or so minutes before they both come back, dad seems... calm. i didn't expect that, in a way that scared me more.

"first off, we want to say that we love you so much baby. and we're so happy you felt comfortable enough to tell us this. we wont pretend we understand what that means but we are prepared to learn." mum says softly, taking my hands in hers and rubbing her thumbs over my knuckles as she speaks.

"wait... really?" i ask, feeling tears of relief welling in my eyes.

"of course, you're our son- our child, and we want you to be happy. we love you for you." dad said, putting a rough hand on my head.

that's all it took to break me, the waterworks flowing freely as i fall into my mother's arms. i feel her wrap them around me and she rubs my back, whispering sweet affirmations to me and kissing my head.

"this means you'll want to change your name, right? have you decided on one yet my little bug?" mum asked sweetly, causing a wide grin to spread across my face.

"yeah, i have. i picked it because it means a lot to me. you know, you've been calling me this my entire life when you realized how intrigued i was by bugs as a baby. so i went with bug. because mum always calls me her little bug." i explained to my parents, this time it was apparently my mother's turn to cry.

i watched as my mother began to sob in joy, pulling me to hold at arms length and look me in the face. "oh sweetheart, that's amazing. that makes me feel so special. i love you so much, bug."

my heart swells as mum calls me by my name, as she pulls me in for another hug i feel dad wrapping his arms around the two of us and giving my head another rough but loving pat.

"we both love you, bug."

"i love you both too."

what the hell did i ever have to be worried about?

#simon riley x reader fluff #simon ghost riley fluff #simon riley x oc #simon ghost riley x oc #ghostedéabha #ghostedéabha: riley family au #éabha writes #éabha's 💌#ghostedéabha: riley family ocs #ghostedéabha: bug riley #ghostedéabha: call of duty #ghostedéabha: ghost #ghostedéabha: simon riley #awnie's amazing nonnies💞

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jungkooksfallenangel · 2 years ago

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did that hurt? | jjk

pairing: non-idol jk x female reader

genre: fluff, angst

synopsis: Jungkook never thought you being cornered by a drunk guy in a bar would give him an opening to finally let you know how he feels about you at 2am.

word count: 4K

warnings: Drunk guy being creepy but nothing graphic. Someone gets punched and someone gets slapped in the face but nothing graphic.

a/n: Hello! This is my first jk fic and im really excited about it! If you know me from my other blog thank you for following me here to support me. If you are new to me, hello! As an army I obviously feel very inspired by our favorite 7 boys so I’m super happy to have finally made this account after debating it for a while. I hope you like it! This a lot longer than I thought it would be so im sorry about that! Idk if longer ones are annoying or not.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? It could be fun.” you look up from your book, meeting big brown bunny eyes looking at you.

“I appreciate the invitation Jungkook, but I don’t think so.”

He takes a seat on your bed next to you, letting out a little huff. “Come on y/n, you should get out and have some fun more often,” he pouts, “you read too much.” he says as he takes the book out of your hand, folding the page you are on and tossing the book on your bed somewhere out of your reach.

You sit up, whining “Hey, I was reading that!”

“Not anymore!” he laughs, “Come on, Tae said he will pick your outfit and everything!” he says pulling at your wrist, trying to drag you out of bed without dislocating your arm.

“Jungkook…”

“I promise I will make sure you have a good time. We are just going to go for a little while and no one is gonna be getting super drunk or anything. Just to get out and take a break from work to listen to some music.” You give him a ‘seriously?’ look, “I will buy you all the bar french fries you want.”

You give him a questioning look, “Really?”

He flashes that bunny smile, he's got you, “I promise.”

“Ugh…” you groan, “Fine. Fine, I'll go!”

“Yay!” he says yanking you towards him, throwing you over his shoulder carrying you to the living room.

“JUNGKOOK PUT ME DOWN!” You yell, laughing and punching his back as you both make your way to the living room.

He laughs with you, “Your punches are getting better, they almost hurt! You are really improving!”

“Jungkook, why are you torturing her?" You hear Namjoon ask from the armchair in the corner of the living room.

“She said she will go with us!” Jungkook happily states, ignoring Namjoon, carefully setting you down on the couch between Jimin and Tae as he goes to sit on the floor on the other side of the coffee table.

“Thank goodness, Jimin said he would cry if you didn’t come with us.”

“Shut up Tae, I wasn’t going to cry.” Jimin argues as he pulls you in for a hug, pulling you away from Tae, “Don’t lie to her.”

“What? I am not lying. I literally heard you tell Hobi if she doesnt come and have fun you will cry!”

“Do you wanna die?” Jimin says to Tae with a straight face.

You put your arms around Jimin, giggling at their bickering.

“Okay, that is enough from you two.” Jin speaks up as he walks in from the kitchen.

You finally speak up, “Where are Yoongi and Hobi?”

“Hobi went to pry Yoongi away from work. As expected, it's taking a while.” Namjoon says.

You feel Tae tap your shoulder, you turn to look at him “Did Jungkook tell you I would pick your outfit?”

“Yes he did.” Tae smiles at your answer, “My closet is yours.” you say, watching his eyes light up.

“You won’t regret it, I'm sure of it.” he says very seriously, before he gets up and hastily makes his way to your room.

As he leaves Yoongi and Hobi enter the living room, “Did anyone make coffee?” Yoongi asks.

“It's 9pm.” Jin deadpans.

“Okay? Did anyone make any?” he asks again.

Jin matches his attitude, “No.”

Hobi interjects, “We are going out, you can have a beer. That will wake you up.”

Yoongi just groans, taking Tae’s seat on the couch.

“What time are we going?” You ask.

“I was thinking in an hour.” Jungkook answers.

You detangle yourself from Jimin, which he pouts at, before making your way to your room to see if Tae has made progress with your outfit. Jungkook follows after you.

“Did you pick anything Tae?” you ask.

He peeks his head out of your closet with a big smile, “Yes, and I think you are going to love it! What am I saying? Of course you will.” he walks over and places the clothes on your bed, leaving quickly to let you change.

Jungkook walks over to the bed, looking at what Tae has picked, lingering for a moment.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?”

“What are you doing?” you laugh.

He looks confused, “What do you mean? I'm not doing anything?”

“I need to change.”

You watch the light go on in his head, “Oh! Oh, sorry…I should get changed too.” He stumbles towards your bedroom door, but before he shuts it he turns back, “You better not take too long, or sneak out to avoid going!”

You say nothing, just grab a throw pillow from your bed, throwing it at Jungkook. He manages to catch the pillow, throwing it onto your floor, laughing as he shuts your door.

****

“Is everyone ready to go?” You hear Namjoon ask as you walk down the hall approaching the living room.

When you round the corner, Tae excitedly runs over to you. He grabs your hands, lifting them so he can see how the outfit looks, “See? Am I good or what?” he says proudly, making everyone else turn to look at you as they are all putting their coats on.

Tae lets your hands drop to your sides, “Give us a spin!”

“Taeeeee!” you groan, a little embarrassed by the request.

“Oh come on! We have to admire the outfit entirely! Come on….” he trails off as he grabs your right hand, pushing on your left shoulder to initiate a spin.

You groan again, just doing it knowing he wont let it go, “I hate you.”

“See? Was that so difficult?” Tae asks with a teasing smirk, making all the boys chuckle.

“Yes, yes it was extremely difficult.” You say as you rip your hand from his, making the boys laugh even harder at Tae’s shocked and dramatic face.

Jungkook makes his way over to you, handing you your jacket, helping you put it on. He is amused at your disgruntled expression, “You do look beautiful…” he says as he turns you to face him, your eyes wide in reaction to the compliment “So don’t be too harsh on him. Ok?”

You look at him for a moment, letting out a huff, “Fine.” making him smile. “I'm ready to go and get french fries.”

“Good, let's go then. Get this over with.” Yoongi speaks up impatiently.

“Don’t act like you don’t like drinking Yoongi.” J-Hope says, making Yoongi scoff.

“I do like drinking, I just would prefer to drink at home. Instead of being in charge of watching all of you.”

“You don't have to watch anyone because no one is getting out of control tonight, it's a low key kinda night.” Namjoon assures him.

“That means you Tae.” Jin says, looking Tae in the eyes with a stern look.

“Yeah, Tae!” Jimin agrees, “I don’t wanna have to carry you out this time.”

“Why do I feel like I'm just being targeted tonight? This is ridiculous.” he mumbles as he buttons up his coat, as you head out the door.

****

You are all sitting in a big booth, it's been about two hours since you got here and everyone is just relaxing, listening to the music and drinking their drinks.

You are sitting between Jimin and Jungkook, on your third order of fries. You are just thumb wrestling with Jimin when you feel Jungkook scoot closer to you. You look at him for a second out of the corner of your eye, seeing his eyes are not on you so you chose to just ignore it.

After a few more minutes he slings his arm over the back of the booth, tucking you into his side, “Jungkook are you ok?”

His eyes move away from his target to turn to look at you, you see him chewing on the inside of his cheek, “Yeah, im fine.”

You raise your brow, “Are you sure?” his eyes return to where they were looking, you feel his body tense.

“It's just…” he starts, turning back to you, “This guy has been looking at you the whole time, ok? It's giving me the creeps.”

You feel your heart squeeze at his words, “I appreciate that Jungkook, but you do know I'm capable of rejecting someone right?”

His eyes widened, “Yes of course! I didn't mean that you couldn't! I just thought–”

“Jungkook!” You interrupt, “It's okay I'm not mad. I just don’t want you to feel like you need to protect me all the time.”

He smiles sheepishly, “I promised I would make sure you have a good time! That includes scaring off guys.”

“I am having a good time, Don’t worry. You kept your promise.” You say smiling, grabbing another french fry to prove your point, but before you could put it in your mouth Jungkook grabs it with his teeth, snatching it out of your hand.

“Hey!” you shriek, while Jungkook dies laughing, “That's it! You broke your promise! I am no longer having a good time.” You say as you get up to leave the table.

“No, Don’t go, I'm sorry I couldn't help myself.” he says through his laughing, grabbing your wrist gently, “I'll buy you more!”

“I'm not leaving, I have to use the restroom.”

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No it's okay I won't be long. Be right back.”

He nods, letting go of your wrist. You make your way towards the bathroom, which is at the end of a hallway around the corner from the main bar area. You go in, thankfully it's not crowded so you don't have to wait. When you exit the bathroom you look down for a second to check your outfit, you feel someone approaching you.

“Hi.” he says.

“Hi.” you say politely, moving to step around him to walk away. He moves in front of you again, blocking your path, swaying a little.

“Y-you are very p-pretty.” he says slurring his words, clearly he is drunk.

You smile again, trying to be nice. “Thank you.”

He looks at you for a minute, not saying anything. You use this time to step around him again, another attempt to leave.

He grabs your arm pulling you back, “W-where are y-you going?”

You tug at your arm, trying to free it, “Back to my friends, 7 of them.” he just stares at you, “let go of my arm. Please”

Instead of saying anything, he grabs your other arm and pushes you back against the nearest wall, “I d-don’t want you t-to l-leave.”

You take a breath, trying to be logical, trying not to panic. “Look I'm sorry, I'm not interested.”

His grip tightens on your arms, holding you there. Again, not saying anything, just eyeing you.

“I will punch you.” you say, your best to sound confident, “If you don’t let me go in three seconds I will punch you.” you warn.

You count in your head,

One. still not moving.

Two. He begins to lean in closer.

Three.

You knee him between the legs, pulling your fist back, letting it go hitting him in the face.

“OW!” you say grabbing your hand, not realizing how much hitting someone's face would hurt.

You expected him to give up and walk away. What you didn’t expect was an open palm coming in contact with your cheek.

****

JUNGKOOK’S POV

"She has been gone a while. I Wonder if maybe there was a line in the restroom", I think to myself, knowing girls' bathrooms sometimes have that issue. I look down at my phone again to check how much time has passed.

“Jungkook, why do you keep checking your phone?” Jin asks, making everyone look at me.

“Don’t you think y/n has been gone too long? She said she wouldn't take long.” I ask.

“There was probably a line.” Yoongi offers, but It doesn't make me feel any better.

My eyes turn towards the restrooms, waiting for her to appear from around the corner…until I notice something out of the corner of my eye. The guy that had been staring at her isn't at his table anymore. I scan the room, looking to find the guy, thinking he just got up to get another drink or something. I don't see him anywhere. Something doesn't feel right. I shoot up from my seat, starting to panic, “Jungkook, what's wrong?” I hear Namjoon ask, but before I can answer Im running towards the hallway she disappeared into.

I hope my instincts are wrong, I really do. I hear a sound echo through the hallway as I round the corner, and then I see her on the ground, holding her cheek. The rest of the boys soon appear behind me with shocked and angry looks on their faces.

My vision goes red, I run over to the guy grabbing him by the shirt and throwing him against the opposite wall, causing the man to hit it and fall down, yelling in pain. I so badly want to beat the hell out of him, but I know that if I start I won't be able to stop and I will kill him, and she doesn’t need to see that. Y/n is my first priority.

I make my way to her, kneeling down so she can see my face clearly, to know she is safe now. “Are you okay?”

She looks up at me with angry, tear filled eyes and my heart shatters. I immediately pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her protectively, trying to shield her from all the prying eyes that have gathered at all the commotion. I hear Namjooon talking to security behind me as security grabs the man, taking him outside to get him out and away from her.

Jin approaches, penetrating the little bubble I created as he kneels down next to us, “Do you want them to call the police? Press charges?” He asks her.

I look down at her, her head nuzzled in my chest, nodding no. I make eye contact with Jin for a second before Jin speaks to her again, “Are you sure y/n?”

She nods yes.

“Do you wanna go home?” I ask her gently, feeling her nod yes again. “Okay, let's go home.” I turn to jimin, “Do you have her coat and bag?” Jimin nods, hastily making his way over to us.

“I'm gonna help you stand up, ok?” I grab her arms, helping her to her feet, holding on to her when I notice her legs are a little shaky.

Jimin gives me her bag, I sling it over my arm so I can help Jimin slide her arms into the jacket before zipping it up for her.

“Yoongi and Hobi went to bring the cars around.” I hear Tae say.

I nod, going to start walking, noticing she isn't moving, “Y/n?” I ask concerned, “Are you okay?” She nods yes, but im not convinced by the look on her face. I exchange a look with Jimin and Tae, before I hand Jimin her bag.

I slip one arm under her knees, one around her back, lifting her up bridal style into my arms, holding her firmly against my chest. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I feel my chest tighten as she clings to me, “Is this ok?” once again she nods, “Let's go home.” I whisper to her as I carry her out of the bar.

****

You say nothing the whole way home, just listening to Jimin and Tae bicker as Yoongi drives.

You feel Jungkook's eyes on you the entire ride, concern and anger all over his face, his hand touching your arm every few minutes just to remind you he is there as you stare out the window.

When you all get home you go straight upstairs, leaving all the boys concerned as they watch you wordlessly leave to shower off the night and put on comfy clothes so you can go to bed.

You get ready for bed, the house sounding quiet as you guess the events of tonight made everyone feel weird so everyone must have gone to bed. You turn off the lights, crawling into bed and pulling the covers all the way up to your chin.

About an hour goes by, you just staring up at the ceiling, mind reeling with too many thoughts to be able to sleep. You let out a huff as you get up from the bed, slipping your feet into your slippers and making your way to the kitchen to get some water.

You open the cabinet next to the fridge, trying to reach your favorite cup, but you are a bit too short to reach it.

“Do you need help?’ a voice startles you, turning around to see Jungkook, “Do you want me to get your cup?” he asks. You nod yes, moving out of the way so he can get to the cabinet.

He reaches up, easily reaching your cup, handing it to you, “Here.” he hands it to you.

“Thank you.” you said, a bit timid, but it makes him smile nonetheless to hear your voice.

He just observes you happily as you get water, happy to just see you walking around, looking normal. The moonlight coming through the kitchen window illuminates the room just enough for him to notice your bruised hand.

“What happened to your hand? Why is it bruising?” he walks over to you, waiting for your answer. He hears you mumble something under your breath that he can’t quite hear, “What did you say?”

“I punched him in the face…” you admit, not making eye contact, looking down at your water “That's why he hit me.”

“Let me see your hand.” he says with his hand outstretched for you.

You shrug, taking a step away, “It’s fine.”

He takes a step towards you, “Show me then.” he challenges.

He watches as you place your cup on the counter, taking another step back.

He lets out a knowing laugh, “We are not doing this y/n, show me your hand.”

As he expected, you took off running to the living room. “Now is not the time!” he shouts, laughing as he chases after you.

You know you can’t out run him, so you just hide behind the couch since all the lights are off.

“We are playing this game now? Fine. You know this will be quick.” he says with determination, not willing to lose.

You hear his footsteps approaching, before you can think about taking off again, “I gotcha!” he grabs your waist pulling you back into him, wrapping his arms around and lifting you up and carrying you back into the kitchen as you just laugh and wiggle in his arms.

He sets you on top of the counter with both hands flat on the counter on either side of your thighs, trapping you from running off again.

He gently grabs your bruised hand, cradling it carefully in his big hands to observe it, “It's bruising pretty bad, and your knuckles are swollen. Does it hurt?” he asks.

“A little bit.” you answer honestly.

“Can you make a fist for me?” you nod, doing what he asks. “Ok, can you open it and stretch your fingers out?” you do, and he smiles, “Ok you can relax it now.” he says, placing your hand gently on your thigh.

He makes his way to the fridge, opening the freezer grabbing an ice pack. He grabs a tea towel from a nearby drawer, wrapping the ice pack in it. He makes his way back to you placing the ice pack on your hand, holding it there, you wince.

“You must have got him good, huh?”

You shrug, “I guess.”

He breathes out a gentle laugh, “You punched him without breaking your hand, that means you punched him properly. I told you you were getting better, didn’t I?” he pauses for a moment, “I'm really proud of you.”

That makes you look up at him, feeling your face heat up, “Proud of me?”

He smiles, “Mhmm…” he adjusts the ice pack, “You defended yourself, of course I am proud.” his smile fades, “I'm just sorry I wasn't there to protect you. I’m sorry I convinced you to come with us when you didn’t want to. I am a terrible friend.”

“It’s okay Kook. It’s not your fault.” you assure him.

“I should have walked you to the bathroom, none of this would have happened.”

Your heart aches as you see the guilt on his face. “You did protect me. You teach me how to punch and kick, those skills protected me tonight. You protected me Kook.”

His heart swells as he looks into your eyes, admiring how they stare back at him. He moves in closer, breath fanning over your face. You don't think he has ever been this close to you. He lifts his free hand to grab your chin between his fingers, tilting it to get a good look at the cheek that creep dared to make contact with. “Is your cheek okay? It's still a little red.” you wince a little bit when he cups your cheek, catching you off guard, “Is the skin sensitive?” you nod yes, he nods back in acknowledgement.

You observe him as looks at your cheek, running his thumb lightly over it, “Does that hurt?”

“No.” you answer in a whisper.

He leans in even closer, your heart picks up as you can feel his breath on your cheek. You freeze as his lips brush up against your cheek, hovering there before lightly pressing them against your cheek.

He pulls away after a moment, keeping his face close, “Was that okay?” he whispers.

You nod, making him smile sweetly as he notices that you don't make any effort to move away from him.

You stare into his starry eyes as he lets go of the ice pack on your hand, lifting that hand up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear so he can fully cup your face in his hands.

You wince when his cold hand reaches your face, “Cold.” you whisper, your face red with embarrassment.

“Sorry.” He removes his cold hand, bringing it to his mouth to breathe on it for a few seconds before he places it back on your cheek, “Better?”

“Mhm.” You nod, not trusting your voice, too lost in him. Lost in the feeling of his hands on you, his face so close to yours, breath fanning over your face.

He leans in once again. His body now fully pressed up against yours as he stands between your legs, your heart is beating out of your chest.

He gives you one last look before he closes his eyes, gently pressing his lips against yours, making all the tension leave your body. You kiss him back and can feel him smile against your lips. His hands move, tangling lightly into your hair deepening the kiss. After about five minutes, he reluctantly pulls away from you, resting his forehead against yours with his eyes closed.

You think you hear him say something, but your blood is pounding in your ears you don’t hear him at first, “Hm?” the only thing you can say in your hazy post-kiss state.

He opens his eyes, pulling his head back just enough so he can see your glossed over eyes, and flushed face “Did that hurt?” he repeats.

Not trusting your voice, you just nod no.

He gently laughs at your state as he smooths your hair where he messed it up.

You zone out staring at him, wondering how we got here. You always wondered if Jungkook ever had feelings for you the way you have feelings for him, but you never had the guts to ask. The way he just kissed you, you don’t need to ask, he just finally showed you how he feels about you in the best way he knows how.

Your thoughts are interrupted as you feel yourself being lifted off the counter, your legs wrapped around Jungkook’s waist as you instinctively throw your arms around him, shoving your face into his neck, “What are you doing?” you mumble into his neck.

“Taking you to bed? What else would I be doing? You had a long night, you need to get some sleep.”

He carries you to your room, walking in and shutting the door with his foot. He sets you on your bed, pulling back the covers so you to crawl under. He kicks his slippers off and you give him a questioning look, “What?” he says when he notices you looking at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Too many questions!” he says dramatically as he crawls into your bed next to you, “I was going to join you, is that ok?” he asks, a little worried, hoping he didn't overstep.

“Yes, It’s ok.” You answer, making him smile and wiggle around happily as he gets comfy, putting his arms around you to pull you in so you can lay your head on his chest. He pulls the blanket up over your shoulders, moving your hair from your face before wrapping his strong arms around you, causing you to nuzzle deeper into him.

“I’ll protect you from now on, I promise. I keep my promises.” he assures you.

“Mkay Kook.” you answer sleepily.

“I also promise there's LOTS of more kisses coming your way…just so you know, I hope you are prepared to handle me.” You can hear the smirk on his face.

Your face heats up all over again, playfully hitting him in the chest with your bad hand, instantly regretting it as you wince. “You really got to be careful y/n.” he scolds, grabbing your hand “What am I going to do with you?” he brings your hand up to his lips, kissing the bruises.

You say nothing as he does so, he can feel your body sinking into him again, going limp as you start relaxing again. He lowers your hand onto his chest, leaving it there as he engulfed you in his arms once again. Smiling down at you curled up into him.

“Goodnight, angel.”

"Goodnight, Kook."

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