#i'm just having A Week and also have been sitting on this for a while lol

[wcnderlnds]

back for you ★ hwang jun-ho

・❥・ summary: now that junho is free from the memories that had plagued him for so long, he's ready to start his life over with you. unfortunately, his brother inho has a habit of trying to ruining that for him. ・❥・word count: 2.1k ・❥・warnings: 18+, mdni. fingering in an elevator, swearing. established relationship. SQUID GAME S3 SPOILERS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ・❥・authors note: i swear to you this wasn't meant to be smut but i have a lot of junho feelings. im also bad at writing kids so... i'm so sorry in advance for how bad this might be.

Those first few weeks after Junho had finally found the island only to not get the closure from his brother that he had been craving had been eye opening for him. For so long, he had been focused on finding his brother, getting the answers to the questions that had plagued him for years. It had consumed his life, took over every single thing he did but now? Now, he knew he was never going to know and maybe that was okay. He had done his part, he had tried his best. There was nothing more he could do but move on with his life. So, that’s what he did.

It hadn’t been easy at first, it had taken a lot of time for him to find his new purpose but he had you to help him along the way. Being in a relationship with Junho over the last few years hadn’t been easy but through every single thing, you had stuck by him. That had meant more to him than he could even put into words. A future with you – that was his purpose now. You had been together for about five years. Junho had never wanted to commit fully knowing that he couldn’t give himself to you one hundred percent but now he could. That was why two months after everything had happened with the island, he got down on one knee and proposed to you.

Being your fiance was the greatest honour of his life. It was so freeing knowing that he could finally give himself to you so completely, finally.

“I really liked the red velvet one but the strawberry one was so nice, too,” you said excitedly. The two of you walked hand in hand down the street back to your apartment. Wedding planning was in full swing and today you’d been out cake tasting. It had been yours and Junho’s favourite part of the whole planning process so far. Who wouldn’t love sitting down and trying different cakes for an hour?

“I liked the strawberry one, too. Maybe we should book another tasting just to be sure,” he grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder instead to pull you into his side. You immediately wrapped your arm around his waist, looking up at him with a smile.

“I like the way you think, Hwang.”

“I’m not just a pretty face.”

You laughed which only made the smile on Junho’s face brighter. There was nothing more precious to you than seeing that smile on his face. For so long, all you had seen was him struggling, a smile a rare oddity as he searched for his brother. Life had taken so much from him but now he seemed so carefree. He seemed like the Junho you had met all those years ago back in high school. The one who laughed at everything, who enjoyed the small things in life. You knew deep down that he still thought about Inho and what could have been. You couldn’t blame him. Inho had been such an important part of his life – he had basically raised Junho but he wasn’t the man that Junho had once known. He was a completely different person now. That was why he had finally decided to move on. The brother he once had was long gone, replaced by a stranger he didn’t know. There would always be a part of Junho that was missing but as long as he had you, he knew he’d be okay.

“Is the elevator actually working today? I don’t want to walk up all the stairs again,” you scanned the lobby of your apartment building, eyes lighting up when you saw that the elevator was actually working. 

“Guess they fixed it while we were out,” Junho pressed the button, the elevator doors opening. He guided you inside, pressing the button to the sixth floor where your shared apartment was. As you rested your back against the cool metal wall of the elevator, Junho grabbed you by the waist, his hot breath fanning over your face as he gazed down at you with adoring eyes. “Have I mentioned how beautiful you look today?”

“Maybe once or twice but it wouldn’t hurt to hear it again,” you rested your hands on the plane of his chest, feeling his muscles tense through his shirt. Junho leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

It didn’t take long for things to heat up. Junho’s tongue traced along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. The second you parted your lips, his tongue met yours in a heated dance. Each time you kissed, it felt like the first time. The sparks ever present like you couldn’t get enough of each other. Your hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt, tugging him as close to you as humanly possible.

Junho’s hand danced along the waistband of your jeans, popping the button open and dipping inside. His fingers slowly, teasingly ran along your panties, already feeling the damp spot forming there. It made him groan into the kiss. It never ceased to amaze him how your body reacted to him, just one simple touch made you a complete mess. Intimacy had been far and few over the years but now he was making up for lost time. Any opportunity he could take to show you how much he loved you, he was going to grasp. His fingers rubbed slow circles against your core, a breathy whine falling from your lips. A smirk adorned his face; he had you right where he wanted you.

“Junho, please,” you said breathlessly. You bucked your hips into his hand trying to seek more friction. There were only a few more floors before you’d reach yours and you so badly needed him to finish what he was starting.

As if sensing your desperation, he slipped his fingers inside your panties, his long digits sliding through your folds with ease. Your slick coated his fingers, making him groan, aching for more. He circled your entrance with one of his fingers, easing a finger inside you which caused you to gasp, throwing your head back in ecstasy. He began moving it slowly, his thumb finding your clit. His eyes glanced over seeing you were at the third floor. He had to speed this up so he moved faster, pumping his finger into you with increasing speed. The hand that was on your hip, held you in place, stilling your movements. When he slipped another finger inside you, the moan you let out was louder than you expected. You had never been more thankful that nobody else was in the elevator with you. Junho added more pressure with his thumb, circling your clit as his fingers drove into you. He knew your body better than anyone, he could tell that you were getting close. You just needed that push. So, he curled his fingers inside you, stroking that spot that made you see stars.

“Oh my god, right there, baby, I’m so close,” you panted. The moans falling from your lips paired with how wet you were against his fingers was making his cock throb in his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get you back to your apartment so he could really show you just how much he loved you.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” he leaned forward to whisper in your ear, the deep rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine. “We’re almost at our floor. We don’t want anyone catching us, do we?”

It took one more hard thrust of his fingers before your orgasm came crashing over you. A moan of his name echoed through the elevator. He kept his fingers moving, working you through your orgasm. He could feel your release on his fingers, the sensation making him harder than before. When he was sure you were completely spent, he pulled his fingers from you. Just in time because the elevator dinged letting you know you were at your destination.

You took a moment to take a steady breath in. You needed a moment to collect yourself before you could even think about walking. Junho brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing delicately against your skin. “You okay?”

“I’m great,” you said with a dazed smile. “Can’t wait to return the favour.”

Junho just laughed, guiding you out of the elevator and down the hall to your apartment. Before he unlocked the door, you leaned up on your tiptoes, kissing him. He tangled his fingers in your hair, savouring the feeling of your lips against his. It was a miracle that he managed to somehow open the door from behind while you were entangled with each other. He stepped back into the apartment, tearing his lips from yours momentarily. Just as he was about to speak, something caught his eye.

“What…?” He made his way over to the small bundle of blankets. His face paled as he laid eyes upon the last thing he thought he’d ever see in his apartment.

A baby.

“Junho, what’s wr-”

You were stopped in your tracks when you heard the cry of the baby. In his hands, Junho held a small card, the words ‘Player 222, winner’ written on it. Then, he pulled out a debit card, his eyes widening. “....Inho…”

It was almost on instinct that you picked the baby up, holding it against you to soothe it’s crying. You were no expert with kids but you couldn’t leave the poor thing laying there crying. It had been left here for a reason. The sound of his brother's name caught your attention, your confused eyes looking at your fiance with question. “...Inho did this?”

“I… yeah, I think so.” He paused. Never had he felt his heart hammering against his chest so hard before. A sense of panic washing over him. He may not be a detective anymore but it didn’t take one to figure out what this meant.  “I need to… uh, I need to go to an ATM.”

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“You’re kidding me?!” You exclaimed loudly, the baby safely in your arms as you looked over Junho’s shoulder to see the balance on the ATM.

45.6 billion won.

Junho looked like he’d seen a ghost, all the memories of everything he’d witnessed on the island rushing back to him. He knew what this money was, what it meant. It was dirty money but… it was money that could help. Somehow, some way, he knew that Inho knew he needed this. He had a wedding to pay for and now… a baby to care and look after. Children had been a topic of discussion between the both of you but you had decided that you didn’t want to start trying for a few years yet, opting to enjoy just being together first before you brought a child into the world. Now, thanks to Inho, you had no choice.

Junho leaned against the wall beside the ATM. You placed a gentle hand on his cheek, letting him know you were there. He wasn’t alone – he never would be again. You spoke softly, trying to reassure him. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I… we can do this. I know we’re not ready but you and me, we can do anything, yeah? We’ve been through worse.”

Junho nodded. “Y-yeah.”

“This baby has nobody, Junho. We have to give it the life it deserves. We don’t want everything that happened to be in vain.”

“I just wish he’d have.. come to me in person. Why won’t he just talk to me?” He sounded so defeated. Of course Inho had a way of ruining everything, setting Junho back just as life had gotten good for him.

“Fuck him,” you said. “What matters now is you, me and this baby. Nothing else. We’re in this together, okay? Inho is a thing of a past. It’s his loss that he’s cut you out, not yours. That is not your burden to bear. You tried, baby. You tried so hard and don’t ever forget that.”

“Okay,” Junho nodded. His eyes landed on the baby. “I saw her. All those months ago on the island. She won the games. I don’t know how, I don’t want to know how or why she was even involved in them but… we can’t ever tell her, okay? I don’t want her to ever know where she came from. Not from that place. She doesn’t deserve to live with that.”

“She won’t. She’ll have a good life with us. Now, come on. We have 45.6 billion and a baby to cater for now. We better go shopping.”

Junho had never been more thankful to have you. The way you could lighten a situation and make him feel like he was going to be okay. It was more than he could ever ask for. Raising this baby wasn’t going to be easy but together, you could do it. You could do anything.

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[kawaiigirly21]

Our Little Soda Pop: Chapter 10

The night of the show, Natasha held onto Romance as she tried to steady herself on the stairs leading to the stage. “Are you alright? We can turn back around and I can take you home.” He whispered with a concerned expression on his face. He already wasn't fond of doing an interview so suddenly and he definitely hated that Natasha had to come along. Especially when it looked like her nausea was coming back.

“I'm fine love… I'll just hold onto you for the night.” She smiled as they reached the stage and he helped her into her seat. The others watched closely to make sure she was comfortable before turning their attention to the interviewers. “So! Saja boys! Tell me, your recent album has reached the top of the charts! Right next to Huntrix! Please, tell us what inspired those songs?” As the night went on, the interview continued with normal questions and a few stories here and there.

Until the interviewers switched. And with how hard Natasha gripped his hand, Romance sensed there was a problem with him. “Hello Natasha! It's been a while right? You know, I really must thank you. Those bathhouse Polaroids really boosted my career.” Feeling rage boil in his veins, Mystery growled deeply. “You look pretty… for your age. Which is what? 60? What are you doing with these boys huh? Couldn't find a man who would ever love a whore like you?”

The former photographer smirked as Natasha had to yank Jinu back into his seat before he launched himself at the man. “Not here Jinu. Calm down.” She scolded lightly. “You give out orders too? How interesting. Tell me, rumors are going around that you're pregnant or just fat, which is it?” Natasha sighed. “I'm pregnant.” She replied tiredly. She was so over it. “And the father? Is it Abby? His actions the other day in your defense point to this theory. But I mean, how fucked up do you have to be to sleep with someone who's young enough to be your son?”

Before Natasha could answer, Abby responded first. “Listen here you piece of shit! You don't fucking talk to her like that. If you dare to make another comment like that, I'll get up from this seat and shove that microphone down your fucking throat.” The cheers from the audience watching supported the man in his anger. “Y-you can't threaten me on live TV!” The man stuttered. “Who says? We’ll beat your ass right here on this stage. Try us.” Baby smirked, leaning back in his chair while Romance cracked his knuckles.

“Give us a reason. Please do it.” He smirked. By the time the interview ended, it gave the Saja Fandom a brand new outlook on the group. The group weren't just some popular good looking boys who could sing. They were protective, thoughtful, loving and brave. They stood on business and spoke their minds. They didn't mince their words for those that angered them. Especially towards bullshit interviewers who hurt their mate in the past.

The fandom also adopted the theory of one of the boys being the father to Natasha's baby. “Ugh my everything is sore!” She whined now 7 months into her pregnancy and felt like a bowling ball was sitting right on her uterus. She wanted to call one of the boys but they were (reluctantly) out of town for a few days and she didn't want to bother them. Suddenly, she felt a comfortable weight on her tummy and a loud purring noise filled her ears.

Looking down at her stomach, her eyes widened to find a big blue derpy looking tiger staring right back at her with its head on her tummy. “Um… hi? Where'd you come from fur ball?” She smiled softly. Reaching down to pet its head. “Oh my gosh you're so soft.” She giggled then yawned. Laying back into her bed, the tiger got comfortable and continued to purr while laying its head on her pregnant tummy. The soreness Natasha was complaining about seemed to disappear completely in favor of complete and utter comfort.

Meanwhile, the boys had just gotten off of stage after doing an encore of one of their newest hits. “I could sleep for a week…” Abby yawned as he nearly fell on the floor instead of the couch in their dressing room. “I can't wait to go home and cuddle with Natasha. I miss her scent.” Mystery replied as he shrugged off his shirt and sweater vest to let his chest breathe. “Same. You think she's ok? I mean, I know she's alright but still.” Romance asked while he peeled off his sweat soaked silk shirt.

“I sent my tiger to her to watch over her while we're gone. So even if she doesn't really need help, she has back up.” Jinu responded looking in the mirror with an exhausted expression. “How many more shows to go boss man?” Baby asked. Looking at his schedule on his phone, Jinu groaned. “You're gonna hate me for this… 12.” A collective groan spread throughout the group after hearing his words. “Son of a bitch!”

Chapter 11

[chrisfawns]

things happen. . .all the ways sam and colby change after getting a girlfriend

𐔌 𐦯 sam. . .learns to take a day off 🍓🍵🪩

sam is relentless in everything he does. he won't quit working on a project until it's perfect, even if that means getting a little less sleep or skipping a meal or two. the annabelle incident made this clear; it's not just about proving the paranormal to the world, but also to himself.

when you come into the picture, late nights sitting at the computer editing turn into nights with you tucked under his arm in bed, a movie softly playing in the background. you gently remind him that it's okay to take days off. sam's "workaholic" personality soon becomes replaced by a boy who loves shoulder massages and weekend trips that have nothing to do with ghost hunting.

days that used to end with colby practically force-feeding sam takeout while he barely looked up from the computer turn into days where he ends editing at a reasonable 5 pm to help you make a home-cooked meal. and honestly? the change of pace is nice.

꒰ ꒱ colby. . .has eyes for one girl only 🩰🪞💌

it's been an ongoing joke in the sam and colby fandom for years now. "colby's such a whore" "i swear, he's slept with half of LA", followed by youtube gossip blogs having a new headline about whatever girl liked his instagram post. the comments had hurt now and then, sure, but they weren't exactly wrong. he just wasn't ready to settle down and deal with everything that came with a committed relationship yet.

that's what you were supposed to be. an in-and-out, "we get our mutual pleasure and then it's over" type of thing. instead, colby found himself thinking about you more than one thinks about their hookup. what were you doing? who was that guy you posted with on your story? were you thinking about him the way he thought about you?

slowly, the dms and hookups became less frequent and the dates became more frequent. you were different. something about the way your mouth quirked up at the corners and your eyes crinkled when you laughed made colby want to say "fuck it" and spend every day after with you.

when you did become his girlfriend, all bets were off. colby's entire instagram became posts and stories of you, his finger became decorated with a ring of your initial, and everyone began to know you as "colby's girl".

"what about 'i'm not ready for a girlfriend'?" sam joked one night, nudging, colby's shoulder as you all sat around the fire pit.

"things happen." colby shrugged, putting his arm around you.

and that was just that.

ଘ꒰ ꒱ sam. . .gets into lifting weights 🎀✨🐇

sam golbach had been a runner his entire life. why spend time doing reps of the same exercises in a humid gym when you could be outside, taking in the world around while also getting working out?

when he started dating you though, sam began to take an avid interest in lifting weights. he wanted to be able to carry you effortlessly or throw you over his shoulder. sometimes, you'd join him for the fun of it, letting him use you to determine his progress week by week or working out alongside your boyfriend.

he still ran quite a few times a week, but he was definitely starting to see the appeal in weight lifting. the look that crossed your face when he'd pick you up and carry you to bed was enough to make sam become the most frequent member at the local gym.

᧔ ᧓ colby. . .spends his nights at home 🕰️🍰🕊️

colby brock loves a good party. he always has, even since high school. so moving to LA was practically like moving to wonderland. a different party every night and sometimes multiple different parties in the same night. it's not even about the drinking; he can go out fully sober and still have a great time, just talking, laughing, and dancing with friends.

you're a homebody. there's nothing that sounds better to you on a friday night than fresh baked cookies, a cozy blanket, and whatever series you're currently on playing on the tv.

"are you sick?" you asked, blinking at colby and trying to make sure you're seeing the right thing.

he's on the couch in his pajamas on a friday night at 9 pm. you'd never been one of those girlfriends who told him he couldn't go out, so you were shocked.

"no?" colby tilts his head at you, wondering where the question came from.

"but you're here. . .and it's friday night. . .and you're in pajamas?"

"wanted to spend the night with my girl," he hums simply, pulling you into his lap and nuzzling his nose into your hair. "what are we watching tonight?"

you squeal with happiness, kissing his face. "you've fallen victim to the girlfriend effect!"

and as you flick to the grest british baking show, colby realizes that there are definitely some things that are better than parties.

© chrisfawns

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬. ⋆˚꩜｡: i luv colby brock 🫡 interactions are appreciated but not expected!

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[fivewantscoffee]

Alright. So, to preface this, I'm aroace.

I'm a demi/aroace Five truther. I also love aus where Five becomes a husband and a dad somewhere down the line.

Here's why:

I think it's sweet.

Five loves his family dearly. He cares a lot, and he's much softer than he lets on. All those years away from home (spent surviving, then killing for the Commission) couldn't change that. The core of what makes Five Five never changed.

I'm sure he'd have a hard time adjusting to a quiet, peaceful life - would have no idea how to just exist at first - but once he's had the time to heal, I think he'd thrive in it.

And alright, in S3, when Five says, "You know, Lila, I shouldn't even be here. I was... I was out. I was done, and yet here I am again, swept back into the chaos. Why can't I just escape this hellhole?" Lila replies with, "Because you love it. Face it, Five, apocalypse problems are the only things that get your heart pumping."

Girl!! You're projecting!! You're the one who both wants and is also terrified of that life, because what if YOU don't like it? What if you get bored with it? What if it doesn't work out with Diego and the baby? What if, what if, what if.

Also, I disagree. That's not excitement, it's a trauma response! Five's been through two apocalypses in just over two weeks, and this is coming off the back of Five being forced to work for the commission, which came right after 45 years spent in an apocalyptic wasteland.

He doesn't know normal, or peace, or quiet. Of course it would feel wrong to him at first! It's the only thing he knows, sitting still and simply existing isn't something he's ever had the luxury of doing. It's going to take far longer than a day without an apocalypse to worry about to get over a lifetime of apocalypse trauma.

But he wants to.

Five says it himself:

To which Lila says:

And you're right, you're right, he doesn't dispute it! He simply says, "Yeah, well, you're not exactly cut out for domestic bliss either", which sounds like acquiescence, but... hear me out, couldn't that be because deep down Five believes something about himself that isn't true?

Regardless of whether it's the truth or not, people still believe things about themselves that aren't right. I can think everyone I know secretly hates me, but that doesn't mean it's true.

Five knows he wants retirement. He also thinks he isn't cut out for a normal life: groceries, taxes... no world-ending calamity hanging over his head, no need to go back, or save his family. He doesn't know how to live, but how could he? He's been surviving for 45 years straight.

Again, he was retired for ONE DAY. That's nothing! You can't draw any conclusions based on that.

You know what you can give us some hints, though? Five's forty-five years spent in the future.

Delores was all he had in the apocalypse, and while yes, there's a big difference between what Five had with Delores and being in a relationship with an actual person, I don't think it detracts from the point I'm trying to make.

If I remember correctly, and please correct me if I'm wrong, Five never refers to Delores as his wife. There's still a reason why we all call her that anyway: Five speaks to her (and of her) as you would to/of a spouse.

When Five says, "we were together for over thirty years", when he tells Delores, "I missed you... obviously" or "I want you to know that I cherish every single minute I ever shared with you. All twenty-three and a half billiin of them. A lifetime", when his voice cracks when he says "This isn't easy for me, Delores", those aren't the words and actions of someone who hates the thought of being married, or of being in some sort of lifelong companionship not otherwise specified.

That said, I don't think it's something he's ever thought about. Not seriously. Definitely not at length. All that is very far from his mind in the current timeline, so of course it doesn't come up. It probably won't come up for a very long time.

After the dust settles and he gets, let's say, a decade and a half minimum to work through some of his issues, though... I think it could happen.

Like I said, I think Five is ace, but you can be aroace and married. To me, it's about the companionship: being devoted to someone and wanting to spend your life with them, just without the sex or romance.

Now on to the second thing, children.

This one is easy: the Commission Handbook said Five would've been a stay at home dad had Reginald never adopted him.

Deciding he wants to be a dad one day doesn't have to clash with Five being aroace. You can be aroace and want to have children, I know I do.

So we know this: this other, hypothetical version of Five has children. We can assume he ended up with three of them (based on the picture in the Commission Handbook) because he wanted them. That Five is not our Five, though, so the question remains: would our Five want children?

As he is? Hell no. Absolutely not.

But like I said, this is a hypothetical taking place years and years in the future. Presumably, Five's done a lot of healing by then, he's had the time to figure out what he wants to do with his life, whether or not having kids factors into it.

I think in certain cases, if the circumstances are right, he might decide to go for it.

So yeah. Here it is. I'm a demi/aroace Five truther, but I also love aus where he is a husband and a dad. I think they're neat and can make sense for his character if approached from a certain angle. That's my controversial opinion for the day

[kieranduffysgirl]

ONE YEAR: Chapter 7, July 1899

arthur morgan x f!reader ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

word count: 2.3k

warnings: MID JULY SECTION IS NSFW!!, they finally get initimate 🤭, unprotected p in v, kissing, cuddling, crying during it, afab, she/her pronouns, cock warming, YOU CAN SKIP TO THE LATE JULY AS IT DOES AN OVERVIEW INCASE YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, also we get a bit angsty at the start of the chapter but its all love and cuddles by the end I promise!!

a/n: at the end as always 💘

chapter 6 // chapter 7

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Early July 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

The morning dew hung lazily on the blades of grass, the air had the scent of a summer's morning. Camp had a sleepy, but tensions were high in Arthur’s tent.

“Darlin’ I’ve already told yer, it all hurts and I’m sick of trying to walk.” He snapped as he sat down on the bed in defiance.

“I ain't asking for much, all I need if for your to at least try…Dutch is breathing down my damn neck, John needs you back out there too, Hosea too…please just try for me?” She pleaded in a frustrated manner as her hands racked through her hair.

“So you just need me to do you a damn favour, is that what this is?” He practically shouted at her, causing her to flinch away from him.

Her eyes filled with tears and her body was trembling, her jaw clamped shut.

“Darlin’...don't cry…I’m sorry baby, c'mere…” He whispered, but she ignored him. Collected up her belongings from his tent and left him there.

He just sat there in the silence for a moment before the tear fell.

He sat there and sobbed.

It was the worst he had ever felt, his sweet and gentle girl who didn't deserve him had left. He was no better than the men of her past, he had shouted at her like a monster.

“Morgan?” John rasped as he pushed into the tent, Arthur just looked up at him with teary eyes. John signed and sat down next to him and grumbled, “She’s with Abigail and Jack…I’m in here with you for the night, wife’s pissed off at me.”

So the two men sat there, quietly mulling over how much they had both messed up.

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Mid July 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

Camp was filled with warmth and peace, a contrast to the usual atmosphere of the gang. The moon was hung high above, casting a soft glow onto the landscape below, the stars were strung in all their constellations.

In camp, Arthur lay in his small cot bed waiting for her, needing her. Since that night, they hadn't been on good terms but he was desperate for her back, his body ached for her and his heart yearned for her.

She felt the same, so empty and lost without him, a need for him brewing more and more every day. All she wanted was him. They hadn't spoken for the past week or so.

After contemplating for a while, she picked herself up from the bed she barely slept in nowadays and headed for her home. Arthur's tent.

"Arthur...you awake?" She breathed out quietly, as if now to disturb any other soul. He was laying with his broad and muscular back to her, but what she couldn't see was that he was tearfully reading one of her old and battered books as he held her shirt close to him, his nose still buried in the material.

"Yes...yes darlin', I'm awake...c'mere...please..." He rambled immediately as he tried to push himself to sit up but he winced in pain and just clutched the shirt tighter and the book fell from his bed. His body was broke, along with his heart, and all she wanted to do was piece him together in whatever way he needed

She sighed and lifted the book from the grass and turned it in her hands before smiling, "we read this together months ago..." Her voice was still a quiet, breathy whisper.

He nodded and reached for her, it was pathetic and childish but he couldn’t cope without her. “Can’t sleep without you…your books…your smell…need you close, otherwise I’m not comfortable anymore…” He whispered as he desperately blinked back tears, tears that were purely for her and his overwhelming love for her.

She wrapped her arms around her and whispered, “I’m sorry, honey…I shouldn’t have been so impatient…so spiteful…so mean.”

His hands pawed at her back gently as he murmured, "I love you...I'm sorry, I need yer...need yer so bad..." His eyes were brimming with tears, his fingers were gently digging into the back of her dress to pull her close. He needed her as close as humanly possible, he needed to curl up in every crevice she could offer.

Her body relaxed into him as he pulled her onto the bed, close enough for him to hide his tears in her neck whilst kissing the soft skin. With a trembling breath, she tilted her own chin up to expose her freckled neck and throat to let him spread his tender kisses across her skin.

"That's it...good girl…my girl," He mumbled against her neck, gently nipping at the skin which tingled and grew warm under every touch. A soft pink blush spread across her face and down to her collarbone. A flustered aura overtook her body.

She rewarded him with a quiet mewl and a soft tug of his hair, "...need you...love you so much..." She babbled shyly, as if ashamed at her pure desire and pleasure from him.

"I'm here...yer have me...c'mere," He mumbled as he pulled her onto his lap, his touch was gentle and feather light as he guided her to rest her plush thighs either side of his. His hips lifted slightly to push against her aching core, his breathing was shaky as if he couldn't keep himself stable, he gently caressed her back whilst pulling her against his chest.

His lips brushed against hers, his teeth gently nibbling on her bottom lip, his hips moving slightly to grind against her clothed core under her nightdress. Sensually, he ran his hands up the side of her nightdress and murmured, "Darlin'..." against her lips.

"Yes honey..." She mewled gently into his mouth as she kept kissing him and moving her hips in sync with his. Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt, she tugged gently at the buttons. Buttons that she had sewn time and time again.

"You sure about this, sugar...need yer to use yer words for me..." He whispered softly as he massaged her waist and pressed pecks to her lips. Quietly reassuring her that he was unlike the men of her past.

"I'm sure...just haven't...well I haven't done this in a while..." She muttered shyly, pressing herself against him, her gentle fingers found his soft tresses and added, "I want this...I want you, Arthur..."

"Good girl...let's get you ready okay?" He whispered softly as he leant in to kiss her and slip her nightgown over her head. Once the nightgown was discarded on the floor, he smoothed her silky hair down again for her and whispered, "That's it...look at you, so beautiful..."

She blushed softly as she glanced down at herself, almost self consciously but overall in a nervous manner. "Arthur..." She mumbled as her hands ghosted over his shoulders.

"Yes baby?" He whispered quietly, he gently tucked her hair behind her ear and stroked along her jaw to coax her chin up. Her fingers nervously unbuttoned his shirt as she shifted on his lap slightly, either to get more friction or to settle herself down.

"Can I...can I take this off?" She mumbled as she kept fiddling with the buttons in an attempt to get him to take his cotton shirt off.

He chucked lovingly, his tears still brimming in his eyes, and nodded, "Darlin'...yer so sweet..." he mumbled as he leant in for another kiss, his lips finding their place on hers.

Her fingers found the buckle of his belt, she fussed over it as they kissed before pulling away in a huff to see what she was doing. He chuckled and unhooked it for her, proceeding to slide his jeans off and shrug his shirt away. Despite still being injured and bed ridden, he was still able to move enough for her.

"Let's get this off, darlin'..." He mumbled as he pushed her undergarments off, doing the same with his own. He thrived on making her smile, feeling her close and knowing that she was safe. So, this moment of submission of trust meant the world to him.

She giggled shyly and wrapped her plush arms around his neck and settled on his lap, the warmth of her arousal made his brain short circuit. His hand gently pawed at her wetness, earning himself whimpers and mewls from her.

Using his hand, he guided himself to her entrance and whispered to her. “Darlin’…are you sure you want this, I ain’t a good man…you need to tell me, baby…”

“I want this…all I need is you,” She whispered as tears poured down her cheeks, which he kissed away as he began to ease himself inside.

His length pushed into her tight warmth, just as her warmth and love had enveloped him months ago, her walls fluttered around him slightly as his tip nudged closer to her cervix.

She shyly moaned into his shoulder as she sobbed, her nails caught his muscular back as he sat there breathlessly. After a few moments, he slowly began to rock his hips, easing his length in and out of her tight entrance.

He groaned into her ear, her hiccups and sobs were mixed in with whimpers and ‘I love yous…’ as she pressed herself against him, craving the love and closeness that he always offered her. Her face was buried in the crooked of his neck as he evened out his pace.

The small cot was squeaking, the lewd sounds of their love making was echoing, their moans and mewls filled the air.

“Close…’m so close, honey…” She whined shamelessly through tears, her hands grasping for the chub at the sides of his stomach to ground herself. Her legs were trembling, her breathing was uneasy and thick tears were pouring down her cheeks.

He nodded, his voice trembling as he whispered, “Cum for me…cum for me, darlin’…show me how much you love me…need you, I love you…close, shit…I’m close, baby…” All he could do was babble, he was that entranced by her.

Her walls fluttered again, beginning to gently squeeze his length as his thrusts grew erratic, she was almost milking him. With a sob, she came for him, her nose pressed against his jaw as she suckled on his jaw.

His hips stuttered as he grew closer to his climax, but as he shifted to pull out she sobbed. “Inside…inside me…please, Arthur…inside…” She babbled and hiccuped out.

It flicked a switch in his brain, causing him to push himself further in and fill her up just as she asked. “I love you…all filled up…you going to carry my baby?” he rambled as his chest heaved, tears pouring, “Going to get you all swollen with my baby…show everyone your mine…have our own little family…take you away from here, show you real love…”

She sobbed into his shoulder, he kept himself inside of her as his own tears began to fall, again. Sobs wracked both of their bodies as they lay in the cot together, still connected, still full. This was the closest and most vulnerable either had been in a long time, it was a turning point for them both whether they knew it yet or not.

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Late July 1899 ˚ ۪ ୨୧⊹

After their night of intimacy, their evening of apologies, their twilight filled with dreams, they were closer than ever. Since their falling out, he had decided he would do it for her. He would walk again, he would find a way to make her proud, he would stop being stubborn for the girl he loved.

”John?” Arthur mumbled as he sat up in bed, the women were on a walk around the camp with Jack so it meant John and Arthur were sat in the tent together as they woke up.

John looked up at him expectantly as he ran his hands over his disheveled.

“Help me, like…can yer help me walk,” He grumbled as he sat up in bed, “I need to learn…but I can't keep hurting her feelings, yer need to help me.”

John was quiet for a moment, a rare occurrence, but a wave of understanding washed over him as he quietly nodded. He stood up, reaching his hand out for Arthur.

“Come on then, old man…you got a girl to impress.” He mumbled with a sigh.

So from that night, John and Arthur would spend a few hours a day sneakily training him to walk again. Helping him ease back into it, even if it did mean he was awful to John and being stubborn. John endured it for the sake of her and Arthur’s relationship.

It didn't take long until he was pretty much able to walk again, so he planned a surprise for her.

He had managed to get a hold of a pretty bouquet for her, so he woke up early one morning to surprise her. He made a fresh mug of coffee for them both and he walked to her tent, settled himself next to her, placing the mugs of coffee on the bedside table.

i The flowers were tucked beside her, and his fingers ran over her hair as he whispered, “Darlin’...wake up f’me…” The tips of his callous digits gently traced her brow as she drifted from her slumber.

“Arthur…?” She whispered sleepily, her hand reaching for him but instead found the flowers. Her eyes were bleary and a wave of confusion washed over her.

“John taught me to walk, darlin’...wanted to make you proud…” He admitted shyly as she sat up in the cot, her arms wrapping around him tightly, the flowers were slightly crushed between their bodies.

The air was humid and sticky, but she held him close as she tried to wrap her head around how he had listened to her pleas for him to get back on his feet. The fact that he did it for her too shocked her.

“I love you…you do make me proud, you always do honey…” She whispered tearfully, which caused him to pull her into his lap. His lips grazed hers and his palms rested with on her back and the other pawing at her hair.

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a/n: omg finally finished this chapter, the smut took me way too long as I rarely write things like this but it's such a good way to like show the trust they are gaining. But, I am leaving in a few weeks on a 2 week holiday sooo updates to this chapter won't be until next month (I'M SO SORRY 🫶) Love you all lots and lots, I appreciate the continued support of this fic as it is a long one, trying my best to get it finished without giving up!!

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[chaosduckies]

Day 1: Discovery/Fire

Couldn't decide which list to use, so I might combine a few prompts from both lists depending on what I feel like writing. Anyways, enjoy a borrower au of Kieran and Devon (I'm not two days late no way)

Word Count: 3.2k

CW: None!

I crept up onto the counter, nearly out of breath but I knew I had to keep going. I had been too scared to get any food for the past few days, and the human that had just moved in here finally left the house. The guy seemed like a shut-in. When he wasn’t in the living room he was sitting at a desk messing with something. I was too scared to even take even the tiniest steps in the human’s bedroom. There was no telling what he’d do to me if I were to get caught! 

Though, what scared me the most was that this human was vigilant. I had managed to borrow some crackers one time and even placed the bag back where it had come from. He somehow noticed that it was out of place just by the tiniest piece and found it open. There were countless times after that too. So now he probably thinks that there were mice. Even though I’ve never seen him place down a mouse trap or even so much as complain about the possibility of there being mice. 

The human was strange, to say the least. Along with the concerning amount of what I was sure they called piercings, he was also extremely tall compared to other humans I’ve seen. He dressed in baggy clothes most of the time, sometimes just a regular shirt with a plaid coat over it along with some sweatpants. He only really went out of the house wearing a dark blue apron with a hat tucked slightly outside of the pocket. Sometimes he’d come back with bags full of fabric or groceries. Never too much though. There was one time he even came back with another piece of jewelry on his ear. It looked painful but I just couldn’t understand why someone would put themselves through pain just to look cool. 

Humans would always be interesting to me. I loved watching them work or sometimes if they left the television on I’d find a comfy spot to watch. Well, that’s what I did with the last one at least. This new one scared me half to death every time he just walked into a room. Made me too scared to leave the comforts of my home. Which was arguably not comfy in the slightest. Such is the life of a lone borrower just trying to make it out alive in this cruel world. 

With a reluctant groan, I stood up after catching my breath. I had no idea when they’d be back, so I’d have to be quick and make sure I cover up my tracks. He was already making me worried that he’d find out where or what I was. He’s only been here for two weeks and I might actually have to move on to the next house if he finds me. I just had to keep hoping that it would never happen. My borrowing skills weren’t top-tier, but I knew how to climb and what supplies I’d need. It was really the only thing you needed as a borrower. 

I sprinted behind the few objects I could. My eyes glanced at the door every other second before reaching the bowl of half-eaten fruit. I remember him yelling at something before putting on a jacket and slamming the bowl on the counter. Though, while I was watching it looked like he was about to place it back in the fridge. It was wide open before he just shrugged and placed it on the counter. For some reason, it bothered me, but I wasn’t about to pass up on a free meal just lying on the counter. It was rare that I could get my hands on fruits too. An even better reason why I couldn’t pass up on this opportunity. 

When I reached the bowl, I tossed my hook and made sure it was caught on the rim before climbing up and sliding along the wall of the bowl to grab one of the fruits. The sweet smells of grapes and strawberries hit me as my mouth watered. I don’t even remember the last time I had a grape before. I just know that they tasted like heaven. I carefully grabbed one that I thought he wouldn’t notice missing and cut the grape in half so it could fit better in my bag. It was a lot smaller compared to the others, but it was probably the only one I could grab for right now. I still had to get down from here. 

A sigh of relief escaped my lips before I looked up and grabbed the string. Another successful trip. Honestly, it was just getting harder and harder to survive at this point. I might actually have to resort to staying with my parents for a while if I was going to go to another house. They were a lot better at this than I was. Though, I was reluctant to since I was the one who decided it was time I moved out on my own. A year and a half later I’m still alive. That was an accomplishment. 

As soon as my feet hit the counter floor, I heard someone at the door. The lock turning. The nearly silent click as it creaked open. The tall and intimidating figure walked in holding a bag in his hand. My legs didn’t want to move. My body just screamed to run away though, but I was too petrified in fear. The human threw his jacket on a nearby couch and stared at the bag before rolling his eyes. Only then did my legs want to work again. I sprinted behind a knife rack, which wasn’t my best idea since now I was way too close to a weapon he could use against me, not that he’d need it if I were caught now. I reached for my bag strap, looking for something tight to hold onto to calm down my racing heart as he drew closer to the kitchen. Only to find that my bag was nowhere on my person. I looked down, gasping softly when I realized I never grabbed my bag when I put the grapes in. Meaning that it was still in the bowl. 

My heart skipped a beat at the realization, my breathing becoming more and more shallow as I tried my hardest to stay quiet. I clasped my hands over my mouth when he angrily set the bag on the counter just a few feet away from me. I prayed and prayed that he wouldn’t be bothered to check the bowl. Just had to hope he wouldn’t move it either. Was I really about to get caught now? Like this? I peeked out, fear taking a grip on me as he picked up the bowl and examined it. 

His usual stoic face for a brief moment was surprised. He saw my bag. He knew that there was someone else here. Though, I was expecting more of a reaction coming from someone who seemed to have a bit of an anger problem. They popped a strawberry piece in their mouth before plucking out my bag. I winced, watching him hold it up to his face and look around. There wasn’t any confusion showing on his face. Just… blank. Like this was just a usual Tuesday for him. My heartbeat rang through my ears before he glanced at my bag one more time and shoved it in one of his pockets and walked off with the bowl. 

As soon as he left the room my legs gave out on me. I fell to my knees and stared at my shaky hands. He knew I was here. Or at least that something was here. I’ve been discovered. What should I do? What could I even do? Things should be alright. Right? He didn’t seem to care all that much when he found my bag. He’s noticed a few things going missing and hasn’t done anything about it yet. Everything would be okay. I’d just make a new bag. He wouldn’t know. I’d be more careful. There was no reason to move out. 

I took a few deep breaths before grabbing my hook and making my way down the counter. My body somehow felt on fire and freezing at the same time. A cold sweat ran down my face as I hurried back into my home in the walls before he came back again. Almost on cue, a loud sound of thunder roared outside. I yelped quietly when the lights flickered for a brief moment, turning back on finally. It was like the world just wanted to make my life miserable. First basically being caught by this stupid human, and now I was hungry, terrified, and I couldn’t even go and get my bag back because this stupid human decided he was going to take it! It’s not like he’d care to give it back even if I pleaded with him for it. The sadistic giants practically fed off of weaker beings. That much I know of. I was obviously a prime target. Physically and mentally. 

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” The human grumbled as he walked into the kitchen. I flinched at the harshness of his voice and slid down the side of the wall, safely hidden from him. The raindrops banged against the house loudly. It was raining pretty hard. A loud crack of thunder rumbled the house, and soon it was all dark. I slowly peeked my head out, just barely able to see my own hands in front of my face. I wasn’t scared of the dark or the thunder. Honestly, it was easy getting used to most of the scary stuff. I could hear the soft and faint footsteps of the human running around the kitchen. He opened the drawers, hit something, and cursed under his breath when something wouldn’t work. I had no idea. To my surprise, he sounded panicked. 

“Stupid flashlight…” He threw it angrily back in the drawer. I flinched at the loud sound as he walked off again with something in his hands. I sucked in a deep breath to calm my nerves. I should get back home. Sure I was practically starving because I was stupid enough to not go borrowing for a few days, but that wasn’t about to get me in even more danger than I already was. 

As I was just about to make the journey back home, there was a bright light. It seemed to be moving somehow. I stared in awe as the orange hue grew brighter, ignoring the footsteps that grew closer. When I peeked my head out, I could now see the room around me. A few things were thrown around and many of the cabinets and drawers were lying open. Though, the light seemed to be coming from a circular stick that was lit up at the top. 

The human sighed with relief, digging in their pockets and pulling out my bag. I slightly gasped, staring and watching as they placed it by the strange circular object and left the room with cautious steps. Would I have enough time to grab it? I could climb pretty fast. It would only take a second.

I clenched my fists and gripped my hook, taking off. Who cared if the food in there was bad? He couldn’t have any proof that I existed. I doubted that he had anyone to tell, but maybe if I took it back he’d think he’s just going crazy or something. I smiled to myself, thinking that this could actually work. I expertly threw my hook as high as I could, nabbing it on a part of the counter and then throwing it up again. I lacked the strength to throw it up all the way, but I made up for it in speed. 

When I reached the top of the counter I couldn’t help but stare at the strange object and carefully approach it. I outstretched my hand, watching the small fire melt the material. It felt weird too. Not solid and glossy. A strange beige color tint to it. Though, it felt extremely smooth. My curiosity got the better of me. I flinched when the human came back, staring directly at the object-no- me. My eyes grew wide and my legs began to tremble. Neither of us moved. Almost like we were both too scared. My breathing became more and more ragged as we held a silent staring contest. One that I was going to lose. 

“Oh.” He muttered and finally put whatever the small black box he held in his pocket. Before he could do anything else I dashed for my hook, grabbing the string and climbing down faster than I ever had before. Though, not before I lost my rhythm and slipped. I wasn’t falling strange enough. My eyes were shut tight, a sharp pain stinging my ankle. When I opened my eyes, I found myself upside down, tangled in my own string. I panicked and started to try and kick myself free, trying to untangle my leg, tears streaming down my face. 

The human quietly and slowly walked over, crouching, and was now eye level with me. I whimpered, kicking and pulling on the string harder. The human just kept staring, a chuckle escaping his lips, “Let me help.” My eyes stared as one of his hands cupped underneath me, the other carefully taking my hook down. 

I yelped as I fell, hitting the soft and squishy surface underneath me. My heart raced a million miles per hour, rushing to get the string off of my ankle and pointing the sharp part of my paperclip toward him with shaky hands. 

His face was unchanging. The same tired look. Like he wasn’t amused by my struggling. It was a stupid idea to think that I could grab my bag before he came back. He was always so quick. I was never fast enough apparently. 

He sighed and stood up slowly, tilting his hand so I could fall on the counter. I wiped my tears and quickly pointed my paperclip at him, my hands so sweaty I would’ve probably dropped it if I swung. 

“Hm,” He turned towards the bag and picked it up carefully, holding it out for me, “Were you trying to get this?” I stared at my bag. Not even a scratch on it. It looked empty though. That was okay. As long as I could figure a way out of this. Maybe use the lack of light to my advantage? I stood up and continued to point my puny weapon at him while grabbing my bag. A chill ran down my spine, flinching when he retracted his hand and leaned against the counter, just studying me. 

Nothing was said between the two of us as I kept backing up, finally stopping before sprinting behind the strange lit-up object, pressing my back against it. Another roar of thunder shook the house, though I only focused on how the human sucked in a breath like he was scared of thunder. I winced when he stared back at the object, a frown forming on his lips. 

“If I was going to hurt you I would’ve done it by now. Besides,” I yelped when the fridge beside me opened and he came back around holding something in his hand, “Why do you think I’ve been leaving food out?” My heart skipped a beat. He… he knew I was here way before he found my bag. He’s been leaving food out for the past few days for me to grab. In an easy spot. Fast and easy to grab before he noticed. I knew something was wrong. Something just felt off. When did he figure it out? Did he somehow see me? Was he just that observant? So many questions and I knew I wasn’t going to get any answers. 

Tears pricked my eyes before seeing a small grape being offered to me. I stared, sniffling and cautiously inching forward to grab it. The paperclip was held tightly in my grip as I reached for the grape. Something in the corner of my vision moved, and I couldn’t help but grab the grape and stab the small needle as hard as I could into his skin. I hurried and pressed my back up against the object, wiping the tears. When I looked back, he was staring at the clip protruding out of his hand like it didn’t even hurt. I winced, holding on tightly to the food in my hands. If he wasn’t going to hurt me he definitely was now. Why did I have to react like that? That just messed up my own chance of survival! My breathing became hoarse and ragged before the paperclip was dropped next to me. I shuddered, glancing back out to see the same expression written all over his face. Did he not care? Was he hiding it so I couldn’t tell what he was going to do to me? I stared back at the food in my hands. Well, at least he was kind enough to give me something to eat. Like this would be my last meal. I took small bites, savoring every piece before my imminent demise. 

“Do you need help back down? Or would you rather stay by the candle?” I stopped chewing, staring at my injured ankle. Was he not angry with me? I wasn’t about to find out the real answer. 

I could probably climb back down myself if I wanted to. Though… without some kind of light, it was hard to see where I was going in the walls. That’s why I usually like to be back home before the sun sets. Obviously, that wasn’t going to happen. I stared up at the object that he called a candle, staring at the grape in my hands. Well… now I really doubted that he’d hurt me. I’ve been fed, and saved, and now he was offering to basically let me go. I wasn’t some idiot who thought he was some monster after all of that. 

I swallowed the piece I had in my mouth and peeked my head out, watching him pick at something on the counter annoyingly, “You’ll l-let me down whenever?” My voice cracked, but as long as he could hear me that was good enough. He focused his attention on me, "You’re not my prisoner or anything.” I sucked in a deep breath, “Then… I-I’ll stay here.” I returned to eating the grape he gave me, slightly smiling. I wasn’t going to die. That was a good thing. The human wasn’t going to force me to be his pet. Another plus. As long as I didn’t make him angry I think everything would be okay. Not that I’d like to make hanging out with the human a regular thing. It was too dangerous. 

“Hm,” He hummed playfully, “I feel like I have a right to know the name of the little thief who’s been stealing my things.” I cringed at the harshness of his voice, most likely unintentional, and peeked my head out, making eye contact for a split second before he smirked. Name? I think it’d be okay. If he’s been this nice to me so far why would he have a change of heart so fast? 

“Devon.” I nearly confidently spoke, my heart racing. Why was this so terrifying? It’s not like he could find out anything about me without me telling him. If he even wanted to know. I shook my head. Why would I want to become friends with a human who’s been so terrifying? 

“Kieran.” He whispered. 

Either way, this was definitely weird. Though, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have a human friend. There was only one way to find out.

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(Throws another AU at you)

not my best writing but hey all of this was done at ungodly hours at night 🙏

Well it’s time I get back to writing and what’s better than gt July to do it for you? Most prompts will be tied to this AU, but if you have a certain scene you’d like me to write with a prompt please let me know!

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[jane-writes-stuff]

"I'm Just a Bartender" - Luke Hughes Imagine

A/N: Welcome to my blog. It's been years since I've last written an imagine. I had major writer's block and personal issues going on. I'm back but I don't really know for how long. Pairing: Luke Hughes x afab!reader Warnings: insecurities about self-esteem, ...

"Yo, [Y/N]! Pass me the prosecco please!", you heard your co-worker Trent shout to you. You quickly passed him the bottle while finishing the drink you were preparing for the customer in front of you.

Suddenly you heard a few shouts coming in from the direction of the door. You had the subconscious reaction to roll your eyes. Trent laughed at you because he knew why. Some NHL players whom are regulars at the bar you work at. You lowkey despised them because they were always rowdy and would stay late if they didn't have practice in the morning. Which annoyed you, a lot - especially when you wanted to be home on time for your cat, Oreo.

Your little fluffball has terrible separation anxiety after being left for dead on the street before you saved him. After a few weeks he got to know your schedule and when you would come home late he would ignore you for a couple of days. You, of course didn't want that because he wouldn't eat the food you'd serve him. Such a stubborn little kitten you had.

When you looked at the stampede of hockey players - one stuck out like a sore thumb like always, Luke Hughes. With his 6'2" stature, you were able to pick him out of every type of crowd that frequented the bar. His good looks definitely had nothing to do with it. Definitely not. You undoubtedly didn't have a little teeny tiny crush on him because of his beautiful hazel(?) eyes or his nice smile or possibly not because of his charismatic but nerdy aura he gives off every time he orders. Because you know, Trent certainly hasn't hinted to you that he only wants to order with you when you're working. You would roll your eyes every damn time Trent would mention it. You'd think someone like Luke Hughes would be into someone ordinary like you. You had no special or striking features that would make men drop their jaws to the floor. You don't have an extraordinary body like the models you see on TV or in magazines. You were regular old Plain Jane. You were also 'definitely' not insecure about your body and/or face. You were just a Bartender, doing your job every time you had to come in.

"Hey, [Y/N]! It's always lovely to see you working.", you heard one curly headed guy say to you. You looked up to see Luke, of course, you would recognize his voice everywhere. "Hey Luke, totally not long time no see.", you said with a chuckle. Luke and his teammates, but certainly his brother Jack would frequent the bar a lot. Especially because you offered a place to dine as well - the food was good but surely not that good. You tried it some time and it did not sit well with your stomach and intestines. Maybe it was a wrong batch that time. He chuckled as well and winked at you. "Can I... get 8 beers and 3 soda waters, please?", he asked while turning around and counting the heads of his teammates. "Sure, will be coming right up.", you put in his order, stuck out your hand for his card and you quickly felt his hand brushing yours while he put his card in your palm. You felt a little shiver going down your spine when he did that. He definitely saw you do it because he gave you a small smile. Your cheeks blushed a little red but you quickly turned around hopeful he didn't see it.

When you were done with his order you put it on a tray so he could take it back to his table. As you handed him the tray his hand would brush yours yet again. You'd think it would've been on purpose and as you looked him in the face - that just confirmed it because he was smirking at you. That damn smile. You would always swoon about it, but silently. You gave him a stern look but it just made him smile more at you. As he turned around to finally go back to his table you let out a visible sigh, slumping down your shoulders. Which made your co-worker Trent turn towards you. "Was the little shit flirting again?", he asked. Even though he would joke about them or tease you about Luke, he had a aversion for hockey players because he got hurt by one and other co-workers had as well. He didn't want you to get hurt but he had an inkling Luke wasn't like those other players, who were well players. He had mentioned that Luke's aura feels like one that is looking for a long-term and steady relationship. He was an empath and all that. You would roll your eyes every time he mentioned it.

The night flew by like nothing. The NHL players were pretty tame tonight, even though they had won their game that had happened the same night. They would always get rowdy and let loose of their worries which would always concern you. But lately they have been calm and just chilling at their booth. You weren't asking for them to be rowdy, you were just appreciating the calm atmosphere going on at the bar. They had ordered a lot of drinks and each time Luke was the one getting the drinks. That too has been a common occurrence going on. Him joining you at the bar, sometimes flirt with you - sometimes use a random pick-up line he definitely asked ChatGPT about. It would make you blush, involuntary giggle or even roll your eyes at him. You wondered were the courage came from because usually he would just be friendly or even quiet when waiting for the drinks.

At the end of the night, pretty close to your closing time. He came up one last time, of course to handle the bill but he also did something else. He asked you out. He did what??? You were wondering if you actually heard him right?

"You said what?", you asked him astonished. He rolled his eyes at you and repeated himself with a chuckle. "I was wondering if you wanted to get some coffee with me some time.", he smiled at you while leaning on the bar you just wiped down. You stayed quiet in shock for almost a minute which made him awkwardly swing from side to side. You shook your head at first before answering. "But, I'm just a bartender.", you said with hesitation. He frowned at you. "What makes you say that?", turning his head down to the side, looking at you like a little puppy. You cleared your throat before answering. "I'm just some girl working here. Of course I have to be nice to you otherwise you wouldn't come back. I'm also just some plain chick from around town.", you said shrugging your shoulders. He frowned just even more which makes him really adorable but you gotta stay serious for the situation going on. "Why are you being like this, [Y/N]?", he asked truthfully. "I've seen you around town, yes. In the grocery store helping some old lady. At the park with your friends enjoying a picnic. I've seen you and I am seeing you right now. You are not just some plain chick or just a bartender. You are a lovely and certainly a pretty girl, I've had my eye on for weeks." He paused for a second, pretty desperately adding the next. "I just want to ask you at to get to know you in a romantic way. So please, go out with me." He added with a sigh, almost flopping down on the bar with his head and shoulders.

You looked at him astonished yet again. "I never would've guessed you feeling like that about me..." But quickly added the next. "And I would love to get to know more about it next Wednesday" This made him perk up at that. You quickly wrote down your number on the receipt he had lying in front of you and handed it to him. He stood up straight and made a little jump when he picked up his receipt which made his brother - you certainly hadn't noticed - holler at Luke. The two of them made their exit, but before the door closed on them, Luke made a quick turnaround and gave you a little wave. You quickly waved back before returning to your closing duties. Trent left an hour before this so you were glad you were alone at the bar. Only left with Chelsea in the back, who was cleaning up the kitchen as your bar's cook.

As you were laying in bed, you suddenly got a message from an unknown number. Guessing it was Luke you opened it.

I'm looking forward to next week! Let me know where you want to go and I'll make some space in my agenda. x Luke

You smiled at the message and quickly typed one back.

I'm looking forward to it as well. I'll think about it tomorrow and will let you know when and where. But the next date it will be definitely your choice! x [Y/N]

You got a next message in only thirty seconds.

Oh so there are already plans for second dates. I like your vision you have going on, keep that going! x Luke

You rolled your eyes, maybe you shouldn't have mentioned it as of now but yet you only dreamed about an opportunity like this.

Goodnight Lukey x [Y/N]

Goodnight Peach. Sweet dreams xx

You liked the nickname he gave you as you turned on your side to finally get some winks in.

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

hello! i was wondering if i could have a party favour with james potter 🥰 i'm a cancer sun, a bit shy but deeply loyal. my life's built around soft friendships, picnics, and writing romantic stories.

Thank you for participating in my celebration, I really appreciate it!

Chantelle's Birthday Bash

James wakes up before you do.

He tries to be quiet, padding around in socks and stealing glances at your sleepy face as he makes coffee. There's a little sticky note on the fridge that reads "no peeking"—the first clue in the scavenger hunt he's been secretly planning for weeks. Because James Potter doesn't just celebrate your birthday. He curates it.

Your gift starts slow. Warm. He brings you breakfast in bed—scones and fruit and honey drizzled just right. The tray comes with a single daisy in a jar and the second sticky note: "follow the sun." You find the rest scattered around the flat: in your picnic basket, under your favourite mug, tucked into a paperback of Persuasion. Each note is a little love letter disguised as a riddle. Each one makes your heart feel like a soft bruise in the best way.

You're a Cancer, and James knows exactly what that means: you're gentle, you're loyal, and you feel everything all at once. So he makes this day feel like a warm hug from start to finish.

The next part of the day? He takes you to the park. Not just any park, of course—it’s your favourite one. The one with the old tree you like to sit under, the one that makes you feel like the world slows down just a little. He sets up the picnic while you’re distracted by a butterfly or a dog passing by. There’s soft music from a Bluetooth speaker tucked into the grass. A checkered blanket. A thermos of your favourite tea. He even packed the little sandwiches you like (yes, the ones with the cucumber ribbons—you’re a delicate little thing and he adores that about you).

There's a journal in your picnic basket—leatherbound, with your initials stamped on the front in gold. Inside are blank pages, but also tiny prompts he’s written by hand every few pages: What does love look like today? Describe the sky right now. Write the kind of story you’d want someone to fall into and never come out of. Some pages just say, "I love you, I love you, I love you."

That night, James strings fairy lights in the living room. Lights candles. Makes you slow dance with him barefoot to Ella Fitzgerald, swaying like the two of you are the only ones left in the world. He kisses your forehead and whispers something about how soft you make him. How safe.

He knows you don't need grand gestures—you need tenderness, intimacy, knowing someone sees the quiet parts of you and doesn't flinch. So he gives you that, over and over.

He makes you feel like the main character in one of your romantic stories. And if you cry just a little? He pulls you in closer, kisses the top of your head, and says, "You deserve every good thing. Especially today."

(And the final sticky note, tucked into your pillowcase, just says: "thank you for choosing me, again and again.")

[foryoufics]

Warnings: hints to abusive relationships, fluffiness, corniness

Author's Note: This is feeling like it may have to be a series...

Great job, Jade,” you hug Jade, your favorite student. You shouldn't have a favorite student(s), so ofcourse you would never say that to anyone aloud, but, Jade has only been here a few weeks and she was your favorite. Maybe it's because you saw yourself in her, and when you were her age you had the best teacher in the world, you loved her and never forgot her. You wanted to be that to someone. She would carry you around because you were the runt in the bunch of her k4, her k5, and her 1st grade class and being so small you got teased, she protected you, and she took time to teach you how you needed and she encouraged your creativity which being a very creative child who often struggled was incredibly important. You did your best, but, it seemed as though someone was always screaming at you to color inside the lines, and she was so patient; both literally and metaphorically. Jade is little for her age, she is five, but she was brilliant. You also loved that being somewhat on the small side to where most kids were as tall as you or bigger, you could still carry her. She and her dad had just moved to your town from South Korea and she already spoke English fluently and was learning quickly as well, she was also artistically talented as well. You enjoyed having her in your class so much and also enjoyed having her dad as a coworker. Okay, sure, he was sweet and handsome, but, he was also qualified as both a teacher and single dad, maybe, just maybe, you had a little crush. Even if you know it's not a good time for you to be doing so being his coworker and his daughter’s teacher, but, you don't understand how anyone could not. Ofcourse there's the small details of working together and being his daughter’s teacher, semantics. For now, those butterflies you've had from the moment they arrived when he walked through the doors of Rainbow Hills, introduced himself, and you helped him decorate his class, would have to continue fluttering inside your belly and chest….every damn time he smiles. You couldn't help the wishful thinking of how maybe someday, when Jade was no longer your student, maybe there could be something.

“Thankyou Noona,” she smiles up at you.

“You're welcome baby, what is Noona?” 

“Noona is like a lady-” 

“Noona means a older woman who's a mentor, sorry to interrupt,” Jungkook comes into your class from his across the hallway and helps his daughter explain before sitting on one of the student desktops

“Aww, thankya baby, I'm so honored,” you return her smile, “I've been really enjoying our after school lessons; I've been learning so much” 

“Yeah, I've been teaching Noona Korean while I learn English,” she tells her dad, “but, Noona is a little slow,” she whispers 

“Hey~, I heard that! It's hard for me, I'm trying, the characters look like doodles to me….,” you pretend to pout and all share a laugh. You had been having mini study sessions with her after school to help teach her English while her dad caught up on any work he needed to be done since you were both there after anyway.

“I'm sure Noona is doing her best,” he chuckles, “so what have we both got so far?” 

You and Jade both take expos and each write a sentence out on both sides of the board. 

“Alright, Jade says,” he blushes a bit and laughs at his daughter's sentence, ‘Noona has big Eomma energy'

“So, see you're picking up on slang?” He laughs 

“Eomma? Isn't that mother? That's so sweet~,” you hug her, “Thankyou, I am honored you think so” 

“Okay girls, focus,” Jungkook smiles, “YN says,” he blinks and tilts his head, “Oh honey, that penmanship,” he brings a hand to his mouth in feign disappointment and you throw the marker at him, which he dodges and catches laughing. “That's friends,” Jade points, trying with her dad to understand what you wrote. 

“I'll work on getting better,” you grab the eraser 

“No, no. The first two words are You two,” he says. 

“It just says ‘You two, are my best friends’,” you translate, “I'm sorry, I'm trying” 

“We know, thankyou,” she comes over and hugs you and he smiles from his place on the desk.

“Thanks YN, it's good to know we have one,” he hops down, “Okay Jade, grab your things, I have to drop you off at your Eomma’s for the weekend” 

“Okay…..,” the joy she had moments before immediately fade as she grabs her bag, “I don't want to go, can I stay with you?” 

“I wish baby, I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you on Monday….bye YN,” they wave as they leave.

“Bye, have a good weekend,” you wave and then wipe the board. You should probably wonder why the child didn't want to go to her mother's, but, unfortunately you completely understood how that was possible. You tidy up quickly and then go home. You had plans tonight, actually, really big plans.A few hours later, you couldn't believe it, you were there, the aroma of the fresh rolls was forcing their way into your nostrils and lulling you in. You take a deep breath in, “Mm~” 

“Ma’am? How many?” You snap out of the trance as the waitress asks, “Oh, sorry, just one please. Sorry, can't believe I got here while it's fresh” 

“Yeah, good timing, we are really busy tonight. I hope you don't mind a bar seat or sharing a booth with someone?” 

“Oh, I don't mind at all,” you say happily, company would just be a bonus. 

“Alright, a gentleman came in alone earlier,” she walks you over to a booth where you seen none other than Jungkook sitting, he already had his steak and food. “Sir, would you m-” 

“YN, hey,” he smiles, “yeah, she can sit with me,” he says happily and you scooch in across from him. “They're really busy tonight,” he chuckles.

“May I get you guys anything started to drink or some refills?” 

“Yes, please, a refill on the Coke would be great please,” he nods. “I'll have a coke as well” 

“Sure thing, could I interest you all in any of our special drinks?” She passes you the alcoholic drink menu. “We’ll look over it, thanks,” you chuckle. “Sure thing, alright, well I'm Jamie, I'm going to be y'all's server tonight. I'll be right back with those drinks and I'll have some of the fresh buns over for you,” she smiles and giggles as your stomach growls and leaves the table.

“Hi,” you and Jungkook greet each other again in unison before laughing, “mind if I-?” He points to the drink menu. “Oh no go ahead, I'm not a huge fan of the drinks here,” as he's reading it over you examine how different he looks outside of work. His hair is let down, sometimes he did that at work too, but, he's dressed a bit more casually. He's got on some similar jeans that he wears to work but he must've showered after dropping Jade off because he smells so good and he has on a denim button down shirt the same color as the jeans. “This one looks good,” he speaks, breaking your train of thought and showing you a margarita, “it’s pretty big, we could share,” he suggests. “Does it come frozen?” “I think close to it but not frozen” 

You can't hide the obvious disappointment on your face, “maybe I should have gone to Chilis”

“Oh come on it can't be that bad, if you went to Chilis, you wouldn't have been here with me or have these,” he smiles taking the rolls and drinks from Jamie. “You know you want ‘em~, look the butter~,” he moves the bowl under your nose and you take it, “Fine. Yes, you're right, sure, we can share that one” 

He chuckles and orders the drink, “I think she will need a minute, she hasn't touched the menu yet,” he tells her.

“I don't need it,” you laugh, “I’ll have a hotdog please, mustard, onions, mayo-” 

“Oh come on, you've been scarfing quick meals like that all week, you're finally away from the kids, have a big girl meal” 

You laugh, “okay, I'll have the salmon, a loaded mashed potatoes and a sweet potato for my sides, yes on the butter and brown sugar please” 

“Got it,” Jamie laughs, “date night? Love those with my husband, we have two little ones,” You both burst out laughing. “What?” She asks confused. “We’re teachers, at Rainbow Hills,” you explain. “Oooh~,” she laughs, “my oldest goes there! His teacher is Miss uhm-shoot, sorry I'm usually so busy his dad does all of the going up there and stuff-uhm, Miss YLN!” 

“Nice to meet you. Your son? Toby right? He looks like you, is absolutely lovely. He does really well-” 

“It's so great to meet you, I actually wanted to thankyou. I mean it, his first two years he really struggled with his behavior but you've really helped” 

“It's no problem, I love them” 

“Okay, I'll go get that food in for y'all as fast as possible,” she goes off, your booth is right by the bar so the bartender brings the margarita right over. You take first sip he is sits, as you're sipping you glance up to see him starting at you, “what?” You laugh. “Nothing~,” he smiles and shakes his head, “just that,” he gestures the interaction that just happened. “About that, should I tell her that he's actually still hitting Marlene and if he doesn't stop I can see Jade is about to kick his ass? I'm sick of telling him to knock it off and the principals aren't helping, they're basically rewarding him, I'm thinking of just letting her and acting like I didn't see anything” 

“Let it happen, hard head makes a soft ass” 

“Oh? I see Jade’s daddy is learning some slang himself,” you both smirk 

“Aren't you worried about Jade though?” 

He laughs and shows you a picture on his phone from her boxing, “Nope,” he leans in for a sip, “You look….really pretty,” he says, eyeing you as he sips 

“T-Thankyou,” you blush and are now sure your skin matches your burgundy dress and lips

“The lipstick looks really nice with your eyes, uh-,” he clears his throat, “Jade got a makeup set for her birthday and she's been uh teaching me a few things,” he explains

“Thankyou, and aww, you've been wearing makeup~. Don't forget to wash it off before work though, my dad did that once, at least now you can get away with sparkly nail polish,” you smile at the memory and twirl the straw, “you don't look bad yourself, I mean, have to be honest, you look like a 90s country song threw up and you belong here-and I love it,” you admit laughing.

“So it looks like you were planning to go out tonight” 

“Oh yeah, I've been dreaming about this all week” 

“Y/N” 

“Yeah?” 

“This is Texas Roadhouse,” you both burst out laughing as Jamie brings the food back and you start digging in

“So uh….Jade….didn't sound thrilled about going to her mom's…..how did it go?” 

“......Well enough……we always miss each other like crazy and I'll just say there are reasons that her mother and I aren't together anymore….” 

“I get it, I completely understand, mine was…. something….too” 

“Sorry about that…..” 

“Me too……but, she's okay?” 

He nods, “yeah” 

“Good …..” 

A while goes by in relative silence, at least between you two, as you eat, completely unaware of the intensity of which you're being watched because you got lucky the music was good tonight, not the new modern stuff, you were distracted by the food and the music. 

“So…..you don't have anything else planned?” He asks 

“Just this and then a nice relaxing hot bath and seeing where the night goes” 

“I don't have any plans either…..was just hungry” 

You nod

“So uh….,” he pipes up again, “you look beautiful and it would be a shame if this was all you did….maybe we could…..there's really nothing to do in this town, is there?” He chuckles 

“Not really, sorry; I'm sure Korean was bustling” 

“Very interesting,” he nods, “there has to be something we could do, are you sleepy?” 

“I could stay up,” you shrug, “we could walk around downtown” 

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good,” he nods 

“Hey YN” 

“Yeah?” 

“Jade is your favorite, isn't she? I won't tell” 

“Yes,” you nod

“I'm really glad you two get along–full?” You nod and Jamie brings you a to go tray, Jungkook insists on paying and you leave and go for that walk, thinking to you, it was much more romantic than it should have been

“I'm sorry to bring it up, it probably isn't my business, but, you and Jade are very important to me,” you think that they're honestly all you have, “what happened? With her mother?” 

“........it was really horrible, we were together for two years, but, life was Hell. She cheated on me….so I ended it and to be honest, I actually don't want Jade around her on the weekends either. I came to the states because I thought Jade needed to experience both parts, both of her cultures….I'm in the process of trying to get sole custody now to keep her safe. Thankfully, her mother is staying with my best friend, and as long as he's there I know Jade will be safe….he's a great step dad” 

“So she cheated on YOU, with your best friend? The nerve……it's good that you and him are okay” 

“Oh yeah, we’ve always been close. It's a whole complicated situation….”

“I can imagine…..I'm sorry….” 

He shrugs, “is what it is,” he takes your hand 

“She never hurt Jade, did she?” 

“She won't as long as he and I are around” 

“And me” 

“And you?” He chuckles, “And you” 

[artist-rat]

i miss them sm!!!!

[howly]

headcanon: the boring perfect self control vampire bella thinks she has is a LIE and at one point she caught human scent mid-hunt and snapped. it made her so wild she had to be restrained to the point where things got ugly

i know edward would never dare to do it and meyer would never dare write it and in canon newborn vamp bella would be far stronger than him...

actually. you know who would be stronger than one young vampire? two old vampires. and who would act practical in a critical situation? emmett

imagine edward and bella heading out for a hunt and emmett being like "do you guys mind if i tag along? i feel like snacking". bella's a little mad at the prospect of suddenly having a third wheel (homegirl wasn't planning on just. hunting) but alice gets a weird hunch and goes "no, no, em should go with you" ok nostradamus. he's going.

fast forward they're in the mountain. bella finds having emmett third-wheeling is not half bad. in emmett's head, lowkey it's bella who's the third wheel after so many decades of him hunting together with edward. but nevertheless, it's so fun with her around. all is good until they catch the scent of an entire group of friends hiking just a couple of miles from here, away from all civilization. emmett and edward stop in their tracks, ready to turn around. bella, her guard down, loses it and stars running towards the group, so they have no choice but to charge at her. while strugging to keep her in place, they try to talk her down but she doesn't listen. she doesn't care, she's strong enough to fight them off, and she fights and claws and hisses and breaks bones of whoever gets in her way because there are so many pulses just a few minutes' run away from her and their scent is so sweet and burning and calling, calling, calling to her

while struggling to restrain her, emmett grunts "we have to disarm her". edward catches the image in his head and shouts "no! you can't literally disarm bella!". well, how the hell do you expect us to stop her from massacring all those hikers? we'll just put her back together afterwards. duh!, emmett thinks, and knows he has to act fast so he goes in while bella's busy yanking away from edward's grip and tears off a limb. or two. all 3 of them may or may not be screaming.

a few moments later edward's pinning bella to the ground, holding her face between his palms, forcing her to look at him. her thrashing is not so effective with limited body parts. part of him wants to yell at emmett but that's kind of low priority. he's holding on to the last of his composure while he looks down at bella's feral expression and chants 'baby. i'm so sorry but i'll give you your leg back after you calm down a bit. i won't be able to outrun you if you go chasing after those people now. please calm down. i love you. hold your breath'

just then she listens, stops breathing and her vision refocuses. for the first time she realizes she was on her way to slaughter a bunch of strangers and she broke the arm of the man she loves at least three times when he tried to stop her. she wants to open her mouth and apologize but that will require her to breathe and possibly go crazy with thirst again. so she stares back at edward's panicked eyes and nods at him, her own red eyes just as full of terror.

then she looks over his shoulder and sees emmett waving her severed leg in the air like it's a baseball bat. "hey, did you know that rose wears the same shoe size?"

[thursdayinspace]

if one person's way of coping is to push people away, become cynical, and reject every outstretched hand, that doesn't make them a bad person and they are still deserving of that outstretched hand and of people taking care of them. if another person's way of coping is to not say what they need, swallow down their anger and hurt feelings, especially in front of the person who keeps pushing them away, they still deserve to be seen and be told their pain is just as valid even if they'd rather break themselves than acknowledge it. but those two people will not be having a healthy relationship. it doesn't matter how unintentionally hurt feelings are caused. it doesn't matter how hard it is to see someone's suffering if they're hiding it. it doesn't make it anybody's fault. but it does trap them in a pattern where one person feels misunderstood and the other person feels neglected. and that is just not going to work long-term.

[dreams-and-honor]

SCREAMS INTO MY HANDS

[bookshelf-in-progress]

To prove that I am trying to write a retelling, here's a failed opening paragraph to a "King Thrushbeard" retelling that I'm never going to write.

Our first year of marriage, my husband and I lived in a hovel. It was a tiny, damp, dim little room, with a dirt floor, a straw roof, and a chimney that always smoked. It sat a mile from the nearest village, abandoned by a farmer who had failed. It sat on the banks of a tiny creek, and at sunrise I would leave the dim confines of the house to wade in the shallows and watch the water ripple over stones, watch the sun flash on the water, watch the birds dive for bugs and sing their praises to the living God who'd given them another day. Sometimes I dream of returning there—the creek would be the same, I think, even so many years later. Of course, at the time, I was miserable.

[kangaracha]

kangaaaa 😭😭😭😭 where's qm 😭😭😭😭😭 (the new series is SOOOOO GOOD i'm gonna kms)

(but also i miss my wife)

- 🪻

deadass the next chapter has been done for five days i just haven't done the screenshots 😭 like a fool i thought i would have time on the weekend but i promise i PROMISE i'll do it. i really will i'll do it i promise.

[lyxchen]

I realized I actually hate binge watching shows. It takes up all of my day and I can't do anything else at the same time because then I can't concentrate on what's happening in the show. Also whenever I start a new show I feel like I have to finish it before I can actually do something else again