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syuga-s · 1 year ago

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whispers in the dark

w.c 4.7 k pairing. my loveYoongi x afab!reader genre. fluff, sUgGeStIvE kinda, just romantic first encounters a/n. he's a dream I can't believe it, guys I love yoongi so much, idek why I've had this in my drafts for like a YEAR, I'm gonna try and upload stories more often so here you go. mentions of alcohol, moderate consumption nothing extreme 🤝

You noticed when this man sat down beside you, not invading your personal space but he was close enough, letting you marvel at his delicate features. You didn't care that he would see you looking at him, he sat next to you for a reason. His presence was alluring, however, it didn't mean that you’d be the one making the first move.

You weren’t in the mood to go crazy like Lisa and Zoe tonight. They let you know beforehand that their goal was to get absolutely wasted and after all these years of knowing them, you learned that you were no one to stop them.

Tonight you were sitting on a couch, downing your drink quietly, admiring the atmosphere, noticing how everyone was eager to get drunk and you could only watch them in awe. Is that how I look when I want to get drunk too?

You got lost in your own world, you didn’t want to pay much attention to your close surroundings. This week had been crazy and getting yourself looking pretty to drink and sit in a room full of strangers felt like the right choice.

You kept an eye on your two best friends, looking after them from afar, concerned about them getting too drunk or getting themselves in a dangerous something. Fortunately, they were just having fun, dancing, being the center of attention. Every single individual on the dance floor hyping them up or buying them drinks.

You were usually with them, you also liked being the center of attention, it’s not as if you don’t like to have fun but tonight wasn't that kind of night.

Tonight you were happy drinking by yourself at your table, being the safe-keeper of your purses. You weren't even checking your phone, cause to be honest there wasn't anything to check in there.

And you wouldn't dare post a story on Instagram. That would be an open door for a bunch of DM's from people you weren't interested in or them showing up unannounced and ruining your night.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook almost dragged Yoongi out here tonight. It's not like he doesn't enjoy going out but on this particular Friday, he ~really~ didn't want to come to a club to just plop down on a couch and drink when he could perfectly do so in the comfort of his own home.

But apparently, his friends told him that "he hasn't gone out in weeks" and that he "needs to socialize more".

He wishes that they would take into account that he does go out for errands plus he walks Holly often. And that he can perfectly socialize through texts. Nevertheless, he ended up agreeing to go out with them for a while.

“Fine but I’m gonna complain the whole time.”

His expectations for the night were below the ground.

Yoongi noticed you and your little group of friends since you arrived. There was an aura about you three that he immediately spotted but as the night progressed he understood that whatever he had perceived came only from you.

There was something about you that made him realize he had to make an effort to catch your attention. One way or another.

He also knew it wouldn't be easy because, for the past hour and a half, he's been hesitant to do anything thanks to your intimidating stare. You haven't even spared a glance at a single individual and your gaze feels so heavy even from a few feet away.

"Why is she by herself ?"

"She came with friends so it's not like she doesn't have anyone"

“She can drink well”

It's like he's studying your every move.

Jungkook was already buzzed by now. Hoseok and Jimin were on the dance floor since they arrived here, maybe they even were with Lisa and Zoe at this point. They were like the identical versions of each other's and their goal tonight was to get very drunk too. Those four are meant to meet.

Kook wasn't on his 'bad decisions' agenda tonight so he was really happy just drinking beside his friend. But then he started noticing that Yoongi wasn't drinking like he usually did. He seemed lost in thought.

"Everything cool Yoongi?" No answer.

He scooted over closer to him and asked again, "Are you okay?" Still no answer. Jungkook now decided to take his eyes where Yoongi had fixated his. And he understood it all.

There was this breathtaking girl a few tables away from theirs. All black outfit. She was only scanning the place with a drink in hand, no phone or friends on sight. Kook grinned at this and thought "just Yoongi's type."

"She looks very mysterious huh" and with these words, Yoongi came out of his trance. "Huh? Who? What are you talking about?" Jungkook now did laugh and threw his arm around Yoongi, "you should go talk to her, she's all alone!"

Yes, I know Kookie "what if she WANTS to be alone?" Yoongi paused and turned to his younger friend, "I saw her come with her friends, if she wanted company she wouldn't be by herself." He finished his drink and started fidgeting with the glass.

Kook pursed his lips at this, his fuzzy brain not letting him register the reason for his friend's doubts. “Yoongi… I can’t believe you sometimes, just go and talk to her, I know she’ll like you.”

And he wasn’t wrong.

You felt something about him as soon as he sat beside you and immediately started to wonder why you hadn't seen him before when you were scanning everyone in the place. He exudes class, way more than everyone in here but his energy feels so calm. That feels like an odd combo.

And well, it’s not like you were scouting for someone tonight but he’s everything you like at first sight.

You can’t behave yourself when a man looks as composed as him, has long black hair, wearing a perfectly neat suit with a t-shirt, and let’s not start with his hands.

You felt like a puddle as soon as you eyed his huge manly hands.

You finished your gin neat and the sound of ice clinking made Yoongi turn his eyes at your glass. You also checked out he wasn’t drinking anything anymore and debated within yourself if you should say something right now.

Yet he beat you to it. While you were playing with your ring on your pointer finger you finally heard his deep, raspy voice.

“You don’t like to dance?” He stated without making eye contact with you, he was looking at your friends with his friends on the dance floor.

You thought you misheard him because you weren’t expecting that question. You grinned at him and he was able to see your right dimple. Still avoiding eye contact you told him, “I do, very much, but I’m not in the mood tonight” you paused and decided you wanted to know why wasn’t he dancing either.

You rested your chin on your hand and turned to him, finally your eyes on each other. “What about you? I doubt you only came here to talk to antisocial girls.” He was the first to laugh at this, the sound of his laugh as attractive as him. “You should know I’m famous for approaching girls that are alone.” You flashed him another smile after those words. Maybe he’s nervous, you thought. That’s cute.

“I’m sorry I’m joking, I like dancing but I don’t usually come to these places.” You glanced at your friends and luckily they were in the company of two cute guys, Lisa saw you too and sent you a little wave. You smiled at this, knowing you could ease up a little and turned your attention towards the man beside you.

He was anxious about this, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because you were being really nice to him, all the opposite of what he imagined at first. “How come? Well no, I guess I get it, there are days when you don’t want to go out and ‘socialize’ right?” You were being really friendly but he still couldn’t get past your intense gaze.

“Yeah, today was one of those, but actually my friends over there — pointed to where Lisa and Zoe were, fancy seeing that now Jungkook had joined them — made me come, so here I am.”

“Oh my god, are those your friends?!” Both of you took a quick glance at the scene your friends were making and you slowly returned to give him a shocked look.

He had sensed the same thing sooner than you and confirmed “I am literally powerless to stop them.” “Happy to know we are both useless.” You giggled with him and made eye contact for a few seconds longer.

His company felt heavenly. No longer remembering that you wanted to drink alone. He was being really nice and you were feeling very attracted to him just by hearing his voice, even with all this noise. The conversation was easy with him. You honestly couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

“You want to go out for some air?” He offered and you accepted. Quickly grabbing your three purses, you got up and made your way to the terrace.

He started walking behind and that’s when you took in the fact that he was slightly taller than you. This man hasn’t even done much and you were already feeling weak.

He didn’t want to hold your hand or your lower back on your way out. But he was dying to do so. I shouldn’t push it so soon, I don’t even know her name yet.

“So tell me, why did your friends had to drag you here?” You leaned against a railing and turned to face him again.

You made yourself take your eyes away from him right away, you literally couldn’t stop appreciating his features. How his little hair strands adorned his face, the way his earrings gave him an attitude that didn’t match with his endearing aura, his velvety pink lips begging you to lock eyes with them.

He’s not pretty, not handsome but a third grand thing that had you scared to fall in love at the end of the night. In all seriousness he IS pretty AND handsome AND hot.

Thankfully he was too busy figuring out what to say to you that he didn’t noticed the way you were staring so hard at him.

“Care to tell me your name first?” He wondered. He was dying to put a name to the attractive person in front of him.

You told him and asked him the same question. “nice to meet you y/n, i’m Yoongi.” He offered you his hand and when you took it, it felt like electric charges flowed from your hands to your whole body. You took your time shaking hands, both of you maintaining eye contact for what felt like the longest time.

The night went on and your conversation went through a lot of subjects. From the reason he doesn’t like going out that much and the reason he didn’t get to meet the extra outgoing version of you tonight; to the immense love you both have for your friends, your pets, what you do for a living and lastly, how you both really like to drink.

Yoongi’s quiet confidence and the way he listened to you with such attentiveness made you feel incredibly comfortable. You couldn't help but be charmed by his dry wit and his ability to make you laugh.

“I’m having a hard time believing you drink that much.” A teasing tone in his voice, his expression also reflecting it.

The smirk you gave him was sinful. “What can I say? I’ve developed some tolerance through my years.”

“Well, I’ll be the judge of that” a smirk on his face, perfectly mirroring yours. “Let’s go inside, I think it’s time for a drink.”

You smiled and followed him, once inside he opened a path in the crowd, it’s the first time you noticed how commanding his presence could be, just so the two of you could pass through and reach the bar counter. He held your hands really tight almost afraid you could escape from him. You noticed his hands were rough.

Once you got out the crowd, he came close to talk in your ear and said he needed to check something. You got surprised to the sound of his voice, to hear it that close for the first time. It was actually way sweeter and deeper than what you made it out to be. Maybe it was the intimacy of having him this close. If he wanted to stir something within you, he succeeded.

“You know what? I’m really… thirsty” you said.

You noticed that his hand was still holding yours when he shifted his hand position to tangle his fingers with yours and walk by your side towards the bar.

He looked very pleased to see you drinking from your glass like you had been in the desert for days. A trickle of alcohol escaped from your lips as you drank, you felt it running down your throat finding its fate on your chest. And as the alcohol trickled down your throat, Yoongi's gaze intensified, his eyes fixed on the path the liquid took. A subtle smirk played on his lips, indicating the desire building within him. The electric tension between you both seemed palpable as if the air crackled with anticipation.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his voice husky and laced with a newfound boldness. "Thirsty, huh? I can't blame you," he murmured, his breath teasingly brushing against your ear. The words sent a shiver down your spine, and a flush of warmth spread through your body.

Yoongi couldn't help but find it incredibly attractive. The way you didn't hold back, indulging in your drink with such pleasure and abandon. He had always been drawn to people who embraced their desires, and you were no exception.

The chemistry between you was undeniable, and Yoongi couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building within him.

The alcohol kept flowing, inhibitions started to fade away and the sexual tension between you became more palpable. There were moments when your eyes would lock, sparks igniting in the air and creating an electric charge that neither of you could resist. The way he bit his lip, the way you ran your fingers through your hair, it was all driving each other crazy with desire.

It seemed like he wasn’t going to stop teasing you anytime soon.

Yoongi leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear as he whispered, "I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you." His voice was husky, sending shivers down your spine as you glanced up at him, the desire evident in your eyes. You didn't even trust yourself to respond with words.

Feeling emboldened by his proximity and the shared chemistry, you leaned in, your voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Well, what do you suggest we do about it?" The challenge was clear in your voice, your eyes gleaming with mischief.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Yoongi's eyes as he gently released your hand, reaching over to rest his fingers lightly on your waist. The touch sent a surge of electricity through you, and you could feel the heat radiating between you. "Let's just make sure that I won’t lose my chance," he replied, his voice dripping with suggestion.

Together, you made your way to the bar once more, but the intention behind the act was far from simply ordering another drink. The drinks became mere props in this intoxicating game of seduction, as you both relished in the thrill of the escalating connection.

As the bartender prepared your drinks, Yoongi's gaze never wavered from you. The air hummed with anticipation, and the noise of the club faded into the background. It was as if the two of you existed in your own world, one charged with desire and the promise of an unforgettable night.

The bartender handed you the glasses, their coolness a stark contrast to the heat building between you. You raised your glass to your lips, but before you could take a sip, Yoongi's hand gently wrapped around your wrist, his touch sending an electric jolt through your veins.

"Wait," he whispered, his eyes locked on yours. "I have a better idea." With a subtle nod, he guided you away from the bar and led you to a secluded corner of the club, where the pulsating music became a distant hum.

A flicker of anticipation danced in your eyes as you wondered what he had in mind. Without a word, Yoongi stepped closer, his body mere inches away from yours. The proximity between you was intoxicating, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

Slowly, Yoongi raised his hand to your cheek, his touch feather-light yet full of intent. His thumb gently brushed across your lower lip, igniting a fire within you. The intensity of his gaze deepened, and you could sense his desire mirrored in your own eyes.

In that moment, the world around you ceased to exist as you became lost in the magnetic pull between you. The anticipation reached its peak, and the only sound that remained was the rapid beat of your hearts, synchronized in a rhythm that spoke of an undeniable connection.

Without hesitation, Yoongi closed the remaining distance, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. It was a meeting of fire and passion, a culmination of the desire that had been building since the moment you locked eyes. In that stolen moment, the club faded away, leaving only the two of you entwined in a dance of unspoken promises.

As the kiss deepened, time seemed to stand still. The taste of alcohol mixed with the sweetness of anticipation, heightening every sensation. In that stolen embrace, you knew that this encounter was not just a chance meeting.

And so, lost in each other's touch and the intoxicating allure of the night, you surrendered to the undeniable chemistry that brought you together.

Your lips met in a collision of desire and anticipation, a delicious melding of heat and longing. Yoongi's kiss was electrifying, his lips firm yet tender against yours. There was a hunger in the way he moved his mouth, a hunger that matched your own.

His hand gently cradled the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. The sensation sent shivers down your spine, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. His touch was a delicate balance of passion and restraint, as if he wanted to savor every second.

You responded eagerly, your own hands finding their way to Yoongi's shoulders, feeling the strong contours beneath his shirt. Your fingers traced the fabric, reveling in the sensation of his body pressed against yours.

The world around you seemed to fade away as the kiss continued, the pulsating music and chatter of the club becoming a distant echo. All that mattered in that moment was the intoxicating connection between you, the unspoken language of desire expressed through the meeting of lips.

The taste of him was exquisite, a blend of warmth and subtle sweetness. Your mouths moved together in a rhythm that was both fervent and tender, exploring the depths of the connection that had ignited between you. Each brush and caress of your tongues only deepened the desire, igniting a fire that seemed to consume both of you.

As the kiss lingered, Yoongi's lips would occasionally trail along your jawline and down the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses. Each touch set your skin ablaze, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Time seemed to stand still as the intensity of the moment grew, your bodies pressed close together, caught in that surge of passion. Every breath, every sigh, was shared between you, a testament to the intoxicating connection.

Eventually, the need for air became undeniable, and the kiss broke with a gentle reluctance. Both of you were left breathless, gazes locked and hearts racing, the world around you slowly coming back into focus. The chemistry between you remained palpable, the air charged with a newfound intimacy that promised more to come.

In that stolen kiss, something changed, setting the stage for a night filled with passion.

As you both caught your breath, the lingering heat of the kiss still tingling on your lips, Yoongi's eyes locked with yours. A soft smile played on his lips, revealing a mix of desire and genuine interest. The connection between you was undeniable, and he didn't want to let it slip away.

You realized that you had lost track of time. You looked around and saw that the club was starting to empty out. Your friends and Yoongi's friends eventually found the two of you, their laughter filling the air as they marveled at the unexpected connection that was happening before their eyes.

Introductions were made, and the air was filled with a mix of excitement. Yoongi seamlessly interacted with both groups, effortlessly blending into the conversation while never straying too far from your side. His hand found yours, offering a sense of comfort and intimacy amidst the group.

As everyone shared stories and laughter, the drinks continued to flow, each round fostering a feeling of newness.

The night had brought you all together.

Yoongi leaned in and whispered in your ear, "I have to admit, I wasn't looking forward to coming out tonight. But now I'm really glad I did."

As closing time approached, Yoongi turned to you, his voice carrying a mix of concern and genuine care. "Y/N, it's getting late. Let me drive you home, make sure you get there safe."

You felt a flutter in your stomach at the thought of spending more time with him, and you eagerly accepted his offer.

Together, you bid farewell to your friends and his, the excitement of the night lingering in the air. Yoongi's hand found its way to the small of your back as he guided you towards the exit, his touch grounding and reassuring.

The night air was cool as you stepped outside, finding yourselves in the quiet embrace of the street. Yoongi's car awaited nearby, a symbol of the transition from the pulsating energy of the club to a more intimate space shared between just the two of you.

As you waited for the valet to retrieve Yoongi's car, a sense of both anticipation and longing hung in the air. The connection between you had grown throughout the night, igniting a fire that couldn't be easily extinguished. Yoongi stood closely behind you, his left hand enveloping your waist, his presence both comforting and electrifying.

You could feel his breath hot against the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His voice, laced with desire and vulnerability, whispered into your ear, its warmth mingling with the cool night air. "Y/N, would it be too forward of me to invite you to my place? I'm not ready to let you go just yet."

His words sent a surge of desire coursing through your veins, stirring a yearning within you that matched his own. The raw honesty in his voice spoke volumes, revealing the depth of his attraction between you. You found yourself captivated by his audacity, his willingness to lay his desires bare.

As you turned to meet Yoongi's gaze, the intensity in his eyes mirrored your own. The vulnerability and desire mingled within them, baring his soul before you. It was as if he had thrown caution to the wind, offering you an unfiltered glimpse into his most authentic self.

The valet's footsteps echoed in the distance, a reminder of the impending end to this chapter of the night. Time seemed to slow, the world fading into the background as you contemplated his offer. The moment felt stuffed, as if the universe held its breath in anticipation of your response.

You felt Yoongi's hand securely wrapped around your waist, his breath teasing your ear, and his bold question hung in the air, leaving your heart racing. There was a magnetic pull between you, a connection that demanded to be explored further. At that moment, you decided to follow his path, allowing yourself to be swept away by the intoxicating energy of the man you met tonight.

A thrill coursed through your veins as you turned to face Yoongi, a glimmer of anticipation dancing in your eyes. A smile played on your lips, mirroring the desire that burned within you. "Yoongi," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of confidence and longing. "You can’t imagine how much I’d love that."

As the words left your lips, a spark ignited in Yoongi's eyes, a fire that mirrored your own. The world around you seemed to fade into the background as the promise of the night took hold. With a silent understanding, he tightened his grip around your waist, his touch conveying a mixture of possessiveness and tenderness.

Together, you made your way to his car, the anticipation building with each step. The drive to his place was filled with a comfortable silence that enveloped you, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine, and unspoken desire. The journey was filled with stolen glances, small touches, and a growing sense of what lay ahead of both of you.

As you entered his home, a mixture of nerves and excitement danced within you. The atmosphere was filled with a potent blend of familiarity and newness, as if you were stepping into a realm where time held no sway. The soft lighting cast a warm glow across the room, creating an ambiance that invited intimacy.

In that private sanctuary, you allowed yourselves to get lost in each other, exploring the depths of your desires and unraveling the layers that had drawn you together. The night became a symphony of whispered words, stolen kisses, and passionate embraces. The room was consumed with the sound of soft moans and the sensation of wandering hands exploring each other's bodies.

Yoongi's touch ignited a fire within you, his hands exploring the contours of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. With each caress, each shared moment of intimacy, you discovered new dimensions of pleasure and connection that fueled your desires.

As the dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and gold, you lay entwined, the gentle rise and fall of your breaths synchronizing. You woke up with a smile on your face, replaying the events of the previous night in your head. You couldn't explain how easily you had connected with Yoongi.

Yoongi woke up shortly after and he couldn’t believe it either. Still in bed with the only person that had made him pour out his raw feelings.

It was too much to be the first thing to think about in the morning.

No longer able to contain his longing, leaned in closer as he whispered, "Would you mind giving me your number?” His request lingered in the air, waiting for your response.

A playful spark lit up your eyes as you teasingly replied, "Why not? I think I could manage to see you again." You asked him for a pen and a Post-it, —giving it some kind of old-school feeling—, you jotted down your number next to a doodle of a winky face before handing it to him. The exchange felt like a secret pact, a promise of more adventures yet to come.

“You know, to continue where we left off." A spark of enthusiasm in your eyes.

A smile tugged at your lips as you locked eyes with him. "I'm looking forward to it," he replied, his voice filled with a mixture of eagerness and intrigue.

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zombiewhor3 · 2 years ago

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NOT GOOD AT GOODBYES

daryl dixon x fem reader (season 3 era)

WARNINGS: couples argument, implications of almost dying, mentions of kidnapping, breakup, implications of stripping clothing, mentions of the word prostitute, mentions of uncomfortable interactions, uncomfortable shoulder touching, not sure if it’s SA? (Might edit a smut part later idek I’m just lazy to do it rn lol)

she didn't mean it, hell he didn't mean it. Their silly little argument all of it, they didn't mean to scream at each other her and they sure as hell didn't mean to cut things off just like that,

their relationship over in just a few heated words, she felt sick to her stomach looking at his stuff that had now been missing from their once shared cell room.

"god bringing him here! after what he did to me and Maggie!" she screeched at him watching him grunt softly rubbing over the stubble of his beard before he yelled back at her.

"He's my brother! was i supposed to leave em to a man who tried to kill us!" he pitted against her watching her scoff,

"we almost died looking for him Christ's sake! we almost died while he was on a joy run with the goddamn governor playing warrior!" she watched him unfold his arms as he threw them up at her face.

"merle almost got rick and glenn killed! do you hear me our friends almost died for that piece of shit!" she scolded at him,

"watch your mouth y/n! you say one more thing about em and we're done ya hear me!" he yelled back watching as she fumed ever so desperately trying to hold back her bitter words.

his hands cupped her cheek harshly just ask she was about to speak, "say one more thing and i swear to god" he hissed roughly tossing her face away from him watching her rub her cheek and lick her lips.

"if you want a douchebag brother over a fiancé that's been here since we were at that damn camp back near atlanta! i was there when you got shot with an arrow, i was there when you were looking for sophia and couldn't forgive yourself when we found her dead body in that barn! Dammit daryl i was there when we looked for your brother who doesn't give shit about you because if he did he would've never even considered the thought of killing you and if you want this over end it Daryl end it now because i'm done!" she screeched putting her foot down watching him take a step back as he sunk into her words.

"maybe ya deserved it" he mumbled watching her brows furrow,

"what the hell does that mean!?" she asked with a huff taking a seat down onto one of the lunch tables,

"it means maybe ya deserved hurting all of that bullshit cause ya know i never asked ya to, i didn't ask ya to follow me like some dumb bitch puppy dog all the goddamn time so yer right we're done!"

he scoffed watching tears form into her eyes leaving a glossy reflection, she gulped harshly pressing back the tears so she could speak in agreement, "we're done" she muttered back standing up and bumping past him, he turned to watch as she walked quickly back into the cell block slamming the door behind her.

“Good!” He hollered back sinking against the wall as he pulled out a cigarette from his leather jacket, he lit it looking over at carol who darted her eyes away from him and back to the laundry.

she looked at the food tray in-front of her, beth had slid it to her but she had been now just staring and picking at some of the vegetables,

"i know you eat these i've seen you at the farm house you practically ate your entire plate in a few seconds" she spoke pointing to a side of cucumbers on the plate while she smiled looking over at Judith who was babbling in her arms.

y/n rudely pushed it away from her as she looked at the bars of the window that had been covered with a slab of wood to prevent attacks, Daryl had been in the same room with a few of the other members of the group while they were eating their dinner.

he could see the dullness of her face, the way the light and sunshine had been drained from it.

He noticed that she hadn't been eating and that she had been just pushing her food away in silence for hopes people like Beth and Glenn would stop nagging her about it.

she sighed softly using her hand to prop her head as she traced her finger over the edge of the tampered up table her and beth sat at, beth was feeding Judith a bottle while looking up at y/n.

y/n flicked her eyes up at her to share the gesture, Beth knew the reason why y/n had been down. She could see the practical lifelessness running through her body almost like she was one of the walkers who were mindless and dull.

y/n had a tear running down her face as she looked at Judith cooing and using her hands to grip the bottle in her hands while beth gently rocked her, she had talked about kids with Daryl

even before they were dating. when they were just friends at the camp surrounded by Dale, Andrea, t-dog, amy, lori, shane and so many others that had died along the way of the apocalypse.

she remembered explaining a low played out fantasy to him, she wanted one or two kids running around the front yard while she had someone sitting with her on the porch, someone who she could relax for the rest of her life with.

Daryl flicked his eyes up at y/n once more and a frown pulled onto his face while he could feel a sense of longing to go and comfort her, it had only been two weeks but without him she was a damn mess.

even when they were best friends before things got serious they never fought unless it was over silly things like who got the kill or who got a certain part of something but it was never this big.

never this big to kill off the relationship they shared with one another.

"eat" she could hear maggie demand at her as y/n flicked her eyes away sending a signal that she hoped Maggie would take and leave her the hell alone, she didn't want people to check on her.

she wanted to sit in her own circle of rotting pity and wait for it to go away, she didn't need the extra help. She wasn't weak and she sure as hell wasn't going to run back like some puppy dog.

"you don't see the rest of us moping around" maggie remarked taking a bite from a carrot while looking down at her plate knowing that she shouldn't have made a comment like that.

"last time i checked what i do is none of your fucking business, jesus christ all of you always wanna control and watch my every fucking move!"

she shouted slamming her hands onto the table before shoving her pistol in her holster and storming out of the cell block.

She didn’t feel guilty or embarrassed for yelling at them, because what she said was true. She had been bossed around by this group ever since the beginning. Ever since the damn apocalypse started she had been bossed around like a damn child.

there was barely any light out but she needed to let loose some type of steam and instead of crying and cowering with her face planted into a cheap prison bunk pillow, she needed to let go of the rage inside her so she planned so she sat at the fence, opening it and whistling for a few walkers as she started to pelt them with bullets.

she bit on her inner cheek harder and harder with each shot until eventually she could taste the blood now lingering on her taste buds from the small wound in her mouth.

"are ya fucking insane!" Daryl yelled from the outside of the fence pulling his crossbow out to shoot a walker that was approaching her,

"oh please shouldn't you be watching your brother or some shit make sure he doesn't kill anyone else!" y/n remarked with a chuckle before raising her gun up to shoot a walker but she saw an arrow run through it she grumbled softly turning to face him.

"that was my kill daryl!" she shouted watching him shake his head at her, he was looking at her like she was mad and maybe she was, maybe she was a little fucking insane for walking out here with 10 bullets in her gun and just a knife on her.

"get it quicker than! and besides i'm trying to help you!" he spoke opening the gate shutting it behind him as he was now back to back with her shooting walkers surrounding them.

"i don't need your help! go watch m-" she could feel her mouth being covered by his hands, "stop that, just stop" he huffed turning to shoot a walker approaching up behind them.

"stop what? stop telling the truth that you chose a murderer over your girlfriend! do you remember what he did to me? do you remember how i was beaten to shit , tied to a chair and left to die because he and the governor sent a damn walker in there to kill me!”

She paused for a minute before she spoke again, she was tired of yelling tired of fighting and running from the problem, it was like all they did these days was run and fight.

“I was forced to strip my clothes in-front of the governor and that’s not enough to make you care? To make you even have an ounce of consideration because Merle had no problem letting him do it”

she spoke lowering her voice so that she hadn’t drawn any attention to walkers, she had tried to shoot another walker but her gun clicked letting her know she was officially out of bullets and screwed because there were walkers filling in around them.

daryl pulled out his gun watching a few of the walkers bodies drop as he grabbed her hand pulling open the main gate and closing it behind them, she panted as she looked over at the fence.

She could see the mob using its hands to push against the fence, reaching their fingers through the gaps trying to reach for them. She gulped feeling as Daryl harshly grabbed her and whipped her around so that she’d be facing him instead.

He hadn’t said anything except lifting up her sleeves and inspecting to see if she had been scratched or bitten at all, and when he found nothing he let out a deep sigh of relief licking his lips clean.

He rubbed over his face with his hand buffering out a soft chuckle, nothing was funny. Well except the fact how stupid he had been for letting Merle even anywhere near the damn prison.

he looked not angry but damned with himself for not listening to her, "sugar” was the only word he could seem to utter from his mouth as he followed her up the gravel, hearing the rocks crunch beneath their feet while he grabbed her arm for her to stop.

“I can’t do that again, I can’t almost die. He knew that we were gonna get married! And he sent that walker in to kill me, I would’ve died if it weren’t for that wooden chair I was tied to. I can’t handle feeling like the governors hands are on my shoulders and watching Merle’s face as he sat there and watched, he watched like I was nothing but a prostitute!”

She spun away watching Daryl’s expression turn sympathetic, and well she knew that someone was probably watching from the prison window.

Whether it was Rick, Maggie, or even Merle she didn’t want them to feel like it was there fault that she had been kidnapped by the governor.

Daryl had followed her into the garden watching as she ran her hands over the bright green leaves inspecting them for any vegetables.

He was truly speechless, he didn’t have an ounce of thoughts to come up with the right words to say to her, he could notice that she had kept looking up at the windows of the prison to see if anyone happened to be peering down on them.

And to which they were all boarded up with wood thanks to ricks doing, and the prison was to loud for them to even hear anything inside.

She sat back on one of the garden beds feeling a gust of wind blow over them, “I can’t do it again Daryl, it’s like I can still feel it, like I feel his eyes just peering over me” she admitted with a gulp feeling him lift her hand up softly and planting a kiss.

“I promise, I’m never gonna let him or that governor touch us again, especially you.” She could tell he felt guilty, she could see it rippling like a stone against water in his eyes.

It was skipping through his thoughts, it was making him go crazy. Making him understand how much of a damn fool he was.

“I’m an idiot” he mumbled looking down at the grass beneath his boots, she laid her head against him. “No you’re not it’s your brother Daryl I mea-“

He stood up abruptly,

“you’re my fiancé why would I throw all this away hmmm? I am a god damn idiot because I should’ve never brought him here in the first place” he shouted watching her stand up and rub his shoulders.

“I love you Daryl, and i just want that prick not to hurt anyone, I don’t want him around me or even near Maggie and Glenn but he’s your brother so I have to understand” she rubbed his cheek softly.

“so ya still wanna marry me?” He asked hoping internally that she hadn’t changed her mind because he was such a damn fool.

“I could never change my mind about wanting to me Mrs. Dixon” she smiled back wrapping her hands around the back of his neck.

Merle had his eyes laced on her, he had his mind focused on her while he took a bite of some of rations that had been set in-front of him.

She could feel his eyes burning into her as she reached out to grab Daryl’s leg but he was already gone, he had already stood up and grabbed Merle by the corner of his shirt and pulled him into a cell slamming the door closed and pulling down the curtain.

“What the hell daryl!” He shouted trying to poke his head through the curtain but Daryl tied the bottom edges to the bars, “ya can come out when me and y/n are done eating, it’s just so ya can’t stare” he called out before plopping down a seat next to her.

Carol and Rick sat across from them picking at their own plate of food while “better?” Daryl asked watching y/n take a bite from her carrot.

“Better” she repeated back feeling his hand rub hers softly while she could feel a new set of eyes looking at her, but not like she was prey or a hooker but yet they were looking at her like family.

…

#daryl dixon smut #the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #daryl x reader #twd smut #twd daryl #twd #female reader #daryl dixon #twd spoilers #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead fanfiction

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a-kookie-with-my-tae · 9 months ago

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PROLOGUE

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Music Producer!Reader

Genre: idek what to call this chapter.

Word Count: 521

Warnings: none really.

A/N: This prologue is a whooooolleee different vibe from the teaser, haha. I find it crazy how the teaser was twice as long as the prologue, but eh. This is basically to give a slight backstory to everything. This is like a flashback 6 months before the start of chapter one. Have fun and don't forget to comment and reblog if you like it!

Masterlist

I stare at the screen in front of me, reading the words over and over but they still don't seem to compute.

My laptop lays in my lap as I sit on my bed with my back propped up against the headrest. You wouldn't think that the newest producer for one of the biggest music companies in South Korea would be laying here in her one bedroom apartment with a stained t-shirt and Invader Zim slippers on, but here I am.

That's me, apparently.

No matter how many times I read the email or say it to myself in my head, it still sounds too far-fetched to be true.

But here it is in front of me. My plane ticket was booked, apartment lease signed, and email still pulled up from when I first read it two weeks ago. It still feels too good to be true. Something I've been dreaming of since I first got into music production in middle school.

My heart has felt like it's been doing flips in my chest for the past couple weeks. I wonder how it's still beating from how it's been jumping around for so long.

But as much as the prospect excites me, it saddens at the same time.

The fact that I can uproot my life at the age of 22 and move to another country with no problem would be heartbreaking to most. But I said my goodbyes long ago.

I have no one left worth saying it to.

Always the introvert, friends weren't my forte. I've always preferred to stay in and create beats or learn a new instrument when other people my age wanted to hook up and party.

Hell, I've only had sex once... regrettably.

I shake the memory from my head, the pain starting to gnaw at the concrete in my chest. Dylan was the past... I'm now staring at my new future.

I wouldn't call it running away, perhaps. Yeah, two years ago when I moved halfway across the country you could call it that. But now, it's more of a new beginning.

BigHit Entertainment, home of some of the biggest bands in the world right now. Who knows what the future could hold for me there.

I wince as I shut my laptop more forcefully than intended. Setting it off to the side, I swing by legs over the side of the bed as I look around my room. Boxes are stacked in the corner filled with clothing and miscellaneous knick-knacks I've gathered from throughout the years. My furniture and walls are bare. I look at the crooked oak dresser I've had for the past two years since moving to this place and I smile. I'm gonna miss some of the memories this place held. But the fact that my new apartment in Seoul came already furnished was a welcome ease on my wallet.

I sigh as I lay back against the pillows, turning off the light on my nightstand.

"Tomorrow's a new day. New world. New life..." I say to myself as I shut my eyes, excited but nervous for the adventure that awaits as the lights of a new city flash behind my eyelids.

#fanfiction #bts fanfic #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook

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mag200 · 1 year ago

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music recs uuuuh lessee

nerdy folk/filk: Vixy and Tony, any album really. their newest "We Are Who We Are" is their best imo, but I have a particular soft spot for some of the tracks on "Thirteen" (specifically the title track, Mal's Song, and Companion).

SJ Tucker, also most albums, she's a little more fae-leaning in topic, and her album Mischief is my favorite.

folk/indie/rock/idek: The Amazing Devil, their album ruin. All their albums are great, The Horror and the Wild and Love Run are both wonderful, but ruin is just blast your butt off amazing

Juniper Vale, Everything is Color. Juniper Vale is just... really pretty music idk man. The singer's voice is so pretty. Slightly poppier sound but then they're pure folk when they go full acoustic, so I think it goes here.

indie rock: James Marriot. He's only got like one EP out, Bitter Tongues, but it's worth it, and his singles are also great. He started putting out music during the pandemic and he's relatively popular in certain online circles but like, the music's actually REALLY good.

Lovejoy, EP Wake Up & It's Over has already been recced and at this point even if they're new and not yet SUPER well known they're not obscure by any means, but I'm seconding it. it just goes so fucking hard.

Wilbur Soot, Your City Gave Me Asthma. Wilbur Soot is the online... persona? stage name? of Lovejoy's frontman Will Gold, and this was one of his solo projects before Lovejoy's creation. It's quiet, mostly just one guitar and sometimes a drum, and it's a melancholy depressing sort of album, but it's great for like sitting with your headphones on staring out the window at the rain, if you know what I mean.

Sub-Radio, EP Past Selves. If you've seen that "Stacey's Dad" tiktok go around? That's Sub-Radio. They're queer (or at least the frontman is) and they're just so uplifting musically. Even when the lyrics are a little less happy, I'm constantly filled with joy listening to their music. Highly recommend.

that's all I've got. I'd recommend the Mechs but I'm preeeeetty sure you know them already. ;)

this is so many thank you i appreciate it!!!

i didnt realize wilbur soot was a music person, i've only seen him mentioned sometimes on tumblr and i think i thought he was a video game streamer lmao.

i admit i dont rlly like the amazing devil but i usually like music that sounds like them, idk its nothing against them tho

and yeah i love the mechs <3

#ruffboijuliaburnsides #answered

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mondaychildsworld · 1 year ago

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I know the end - Joel x Reader

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Part Three / ?

Rating: M

Word Count: 5.3K

Chapter summary: In search of a vehicle you stumble upon some infected and learn some new things about each other. Reader patches Joel up and ✨✨✨!!

Warnings: Infected, (small) mention of drugs, swearing, some violence I guess, and some tiny tiny tiny amount of fluff (?!?!) (idek if thats a warning but here we go)

A/N: Sorry for taking soooo long! I've had two weeks of travel during the summer, started a full time job AND moving at the same time... Let's just say there hasn't been any time left for writing. I'm already sleep deprived lol. I've done some sporadically writing while I've had time to kill at airports and I've finally tied it all together! Enjoy!! It's definitely worth reading and you'll experience some feelings at the end, aaaah!!!

And here's my tiny taglist: @boofy1998

November 21st 2023

“Okay, so it shouldn’t be too long now!” Joel shouts as you find yourself and your companions on an old dirt road. Everything you see is still covered in white. It’s been better weather for a couple of days. The sun is shining and you’re in a better mood.

“Yeah? You think we’ll be there today?” You ask and squint your eyes, raising your hand to your head to bring your eyes some shade from the sun.

“Sure.” Joel simply says, but he doesn’t give you a look back. So kind of him.

You’ve been hiking to Cheyenne for the last couple of days. It’s been going alright, despite everything. You’ve accepted the pain and the loss. It still feels like there’s a big hole in your heart. A piece of the puzzle to your soul is missing. But you’ve accepted that there’s no other option than keep going. It scares you even more to give up. You might not have anyone left to live for, but there’s got to be some sort of reason why you’re still here. Your time is not up. You know that this is not the end for you.

Ellie puts on a mischievous smile and pulls up the book ‘No pun intended: Volume Too’. You let a small chuckle slip past your lips. Joel, who walks in front of the two of you, looks back and sees Ellie browse through the pages.

”Oh, Ellie…” Joel starts with a sigh. The 14-year old has been reading from the pun book non stop, or kept asking questions only a FEDRA teenager would ask. She’s clearly smart, but there’s a lot about the world she doesn’t know about. She keeps being fascinated by just the smallest things. For example, could she not stop asking about how cool it was that you could go to the cinema, once you’ve stated that you often used to visit the movies. ‘You could buy popcorn?! Damn, what’s that like? I’ve never had popcorn’ she could say, and then tell you about the shitty movie night they sometimes could have at the FEDRA school on special occasions. You felt sorry for her, a kid not being able to grow up as one.

“Who is the penguin’s favorite aunt?” she asks the both of you as she ignores Joel’s small protest. Her eyes darted between the two of you eagerly waiting for any of you to come up with the answer.

“Oh I don’t know Ellie.” You say and your eyes and stare at the man in front of you, now walking backwards, waiting for the second half of the pun. He raises his hands as a way of surrendering to the question, he glimpses over to you and your eyes meet. You think you could see some sort of smile behind the scruffy beard and bushy eyebrows. He actually enjoys this, you think. He really doesn’t mind the puns, if you could guess. He tries to not show it though.

“Aunt-Arctica!” Ellie says with a big smile, laughs a bit and clutches the book to her chest. “That one’s good, right?”

Joel gives Ellie a quick, almost pained smile and hums something inaudible. He then looks at you again, for just a couple of seconds. It looks like he suddenly regrets resting his eyes on you and quickly looks back to Ellie again.

“Next one Ellie?” You request another pun to keep your mind and eyes occupied on anything else than him. Because, of course, you have been looking at him, always walking in front of you. Not like there’s much else to do out here. He’s just a bit older than you, but surely still looks good. You’d guess he was very handsome when he was younger. Now he’s hiding all of that under a stern, unfriendly approach, very much directed towards you.

“Your wish is my command.” She says jokingly “So, how do you make holy water?”

You don’t know that one. Instead Joel’s face lights up, but he doesn’t say anything.

“You know it?!” Ellie giggles loudly.

“Yep, not gonna say it though.” He answers.

“Oh no, no, no.” Ellie points at him with the book. “You gotta answer, because if I reveal the answer, you’ll only lie and tell me you knew it”

“I wouldn’t do that!” Joel says, jokingly defensive.

“Yes you would!” Ellie bites back. “Just say it!”

They continue to bicker about who’s going to reveal the answer to the pun as the dirt road makes a slight turn to the right and just there, in the far distance, you see it. You gasp for a second and then nervously look around y0u. They haven’t noticed. The city unveils itself in front of you. Far away, you can spot buildings and roads belonging to the city of Cheyenne.

“Guys!” You excitedly say as you try to gain their attention. But they’re in deep arguments about the pun.

“Hey!” You try again. But with no response you reach out and lightly push Joel by his shoulder. He gives you that look again, but also looks a bit startled as to why you’re touching him.

“Look.” You quietly say, now that you’ve gained his attention. He looks down at your hand, still on his shoulder. You quickly drop it and take a step back as he turns around to see what you’re wanting his attention for.

“Well I’ll be damned.” He mutters and looks back at Ellie. “Welcome to Cheyenne.”

After some time spent on foot towards the city you’re finally standing at the outskirts of the town. There’s abandoned cars all the way down Route 85 you just walked by. The whole way over here Joel had been holding a firm grip on his rifle. The lighthearted laughs and the kind gaze was completely gone. He’s now in a whole other mood. He’s on a mission, and his focus is now 100% on the plan of action for the town in front of you.

“Hey, remember what I said?” Joel says to the group, and it seems more like a statement than a question.

“Go through, be quiet, find a car and get out of here.” Ellie answers, pleased to show Joel that she’s able to listen, before she adds, ”Please can I use my gun?”

Joel steps over a pile of metal trash that’s blocking your way into entering the town. Both you and Ellie follow. You can see that he considers Ellie’s request for a moment, and quickly settles for a positive answer, if you’d ask Ellie herself.

“Sure.” He says as he reaches out a hand for you to grab, as you make your way down from the old scrap pile. “But only when I say so.”

You just give him a glare back, and let the silence speak for itself. You don’t need help over this little obstacle. Joel sighs and offers his hand to Ellie, instead of you. Ellie, who apparently liked you, takes up on your way of refusing help and jumps down from the pile by herself. There’s an awful lot of noise when little pieces of old junk follow her on the way down, metal slamming into the concrete ground.

Joel squeezes his eyes shut and draws his hand back, now raking through his hair. Definitely annoyed.

“Ellie! What did I just say!” He hisses before he looks around for any kind of movement from the silent city.

“Sorry…” Ellie apologizes.

The silence is almost eerie. It’s like it’s too quiet. There’s no way this city is empty. If there aren't any humans that made up a safe camp in any nearby building, you wouldn’t be surprised to stumble upon one or two infected. You kind of hoped for the later, humans often meant more trouble. And you can’t always shoot your way out of trouble. Like last time.

Of course, it’s also the humans who bring the silence. Not the other way around. Many of the infected can make an awful lot of noise.

But this time you seem to be safe, as you slowly make your way into the city. The open view you had over the landscape slowly disappears as you make your way into the heart of the city, away from the interstates. You tightly cling to your gun. You’re nervous. But you would never confess it.

Your eyes roam the streets for a car that isn’t burned out, has a flat tire or just looks like complete junk.

Joel leads the group further into the center of the town. You jump over the guardrail and start to miss the wide open space you just left behind.

You glimpse over your shoulder and see Ellie walking as if you were out on a high school field trip. The nervous feeling in your belly does not give you the same easy going appearance. Maybe it’s because you’ve been out here for longer than her, or it is because you remember what cities like this might’ve looked like before.

Cheyenne is that kind of city that isn’t huge, but still pretty large. You pass a couple of motels at the outskirts of the town. They look worn down and you don’t even want to know what could be hiding inside. You know all too well that places like that look very inviting when you’re tired, hungry and on the run from the mess that this world turned out to be.

About half an hour later you’re way further into the town than you’re actually comfortable with. You’ve passed many vehicles by now, only to find most of them out of gas or with a flat tire, which doesn’t feel like a good sign.

“I’m not feeling great about this.” You say after you checked another vehicle, which turned out to have a dead battery.

“I know.” Joel mumbles. “But we need that car.”

There’s a wrinkle in between his brows. Worried.

“Let’s have a look in here, maybe?” Ellie asks and gestures towards the supermarket on the next block.

“You won’t find anything in there.” Joel says.

“Especially not a car.” You add.

You look up at the sky. The sun is going to set soon. This time of the year doesn’t bring you that much daylight.

“I’m hungry.” Ellie simply states.

Joel nods silently towards Ellie and then looks over to you.

“If you want to, you can try out the rest of the cars down the street, and I’ll see if I can find her something to eat.”

You hesitate at his words, suggesting leaving you alone on the street. He must’ve seen how the idea he just proposed made you uneasy.

“We’ll be in for just a few minutes, there’s probably not anything left anyway.” He speaks quietly, calmly.

You nod, and watch them walk toward the supermarket while you continue to try out the cars on the street.

The next couple of cars turn out to be a disappointment. Flat tire. Flat tire. Crashed. Broken windshield. Totally burnt out. Flat tire.

But then you see a car a couple of vehicles away that actually looks promising. You look around, keeping a steady hand on the trigger as you slowly walk up to the truck and open the door. You take a few steps back and aim into the truck.

Empty.

You sigh with relief. The car looks way too good to have been standing here since the outbreak. Someone must’ve left it here not too long ago.

You jump into the car seat and immediately start working on hot-wiring the car.

You hear the engine kicking to life and you let out a happy shriek in the car, you’re just about to turn around and get out of the car to go get Joel and Ellie when you hear a loud crash.

The smile on your lips suddenly fades away and is now turned into a frown. You turn your head towards the sound. At the same time you see shatters of glass on the ground, just outside the supermarket. And a body. There’s a body on the ground.

“No!” You yell and throw yourself out of the car. It can’t be Ellie. It’s too big. Your heart sinks as you realize that it could be Joel’s body laying there lifeless on the street. That means that Ellie could be left alone inside. But not totally alone. Alone with a threat, even worse.

You sprint up to the body and yell for Ellie at the same time. You draw your gun and as you are just a few steps away from the body, you realize it’s not Joel. It’s an infected. Shot in the head, blood pooling around the fungi covered body.

You hear your name being yelled and look through the broken supermarket window.

Your eyes meet Joel’s.

There’s panic and fear at the same time as they’re determined.

“Get the car!” He yells at you, and as you turn around and run towards the truck there’s gunshots.

So much happens at the same time. Your pulse has skyrocketed in just a few seconds. You jump into the car and quickly reverse it back towards the supermarket. You need to get to safety. All of you.

As you reverse back you keep looking into the rearview window. When you’re about halfway you see two people running out from the supermarket. Joel and Ellie… tightly followed by a bunch of infected. You don’t have time to count them, but it seems to be around half a dozen of them.

Just as you slow down to let them into the truck, when they’re just a few meters behind, it happens. You feel something graze your shoulder. You turn your head and see how an infected is leaning into the car through the open window of the passenger seat.

Panic sets in your body at once and you scream as you push the break down. The jaw of what once seemed to be a teenage boy clatters violently after your skin and flesh. You reach for your gun with shaky hands.

“Help!” You scream as you accidentally drop your gun to the floor. You don’t have time to search for it now. The infected boy keeps crawling into the car through the window and you try to shove it back without getting bitten as you’re now pressed up against the door of the car.

A couple of seconds later the door opens abruptly. You nearly fall out but your back lands against something warm and firm. You see a rifle above your head as you try to grasp anything to hold onto. A second later the infected is shot and dead and you’re being roughly pulled up by strong arms.

Soon you realize what’s happening. Joel pushes you back into the seat. He shot the infected and saved you.

“Than-“ You start to thank him, but are abruptly interrupted by a gasp and some cursing from behind Joel.

He turns around to face Ellie, who stumbles up behind him, white as a sheet.

He raises his rifle and shoots off the infected that has now gotten uncomfortably close to Ellie.

He gives her a worried look and tells her to get in the truck. She jumps into the backseat as he rushes to the passenger seat, still shooting at the infected closing up to the car.

As soon as Joel has dragged the dead body out of the car and you all have taken a seat you press down on the gas pedal as hard as you can. The car speeds away quickly and you leave the scene behind.

“What the hell happened in there?!” You exclaim and look up into the mirror, back at Ellie. She stays quiet, fumbles with the hem of her shirt and gives Joel a worrying look. She ignores your question and the looks you give through the mirror.

You try and navigate your way out of the city, without stumbling upon even more surprises. That was a close call, for all of you.

“Joel…” Ellie quietly says. You give them a quick glance through the mirror. He’s already leaning back to Ellie in the passenger seat.

You make a quick turn to the left. The pressing silence in the car is obvious. You just escaped death yet another time, this wasn’t the end either.

At the same moment you steer the car straight up the street you just turned to, you catch a glimpse of Ellie in the backseat. It’s for just a second, before she pulls her sleeve down again. But you see it. The bite mark.

You freeze in your seat. Your knuckles turn white as your grip on the steering wheel tightens. Fuck.

“You’re infected.” You say with a shaky voice. “I’m so sorry Ellie, I’m so sorry but we can’t-“

Your voice breaks. You feel tears approaching and you swallow and try to gather your thoughts. Ellie is just a girl and her days are counted.

“No.”

It’s Joel who speaks up.

“Yes. You know how this will end.” You answer.

“You don’t understand.”

“Yes I do. I’ve seen people getting bit before.”

He calmly observes you for a second. It’s frustrating how he doesn’t seem to even give Ellie some sort of reaction towards her new death sentence.

“There’s no way out of this.” You continue.

“Just drive.” He says sternly before leaning back again to Ellie. “You’ okay?”

His tone changes completely as soon as he speaks to her instead of you. They continue to mumble with each other for a minute. That’s when you decide that you’ve had enough. You’ve driven a couple of blocks away from the group of infected and decide that you’re at a safe distance. You push the break.

“What are you doing?!” Ellie asks, frightened, holding onto Joel’s headrest as the car stops abruptly.

“You’re infected and you two can’t continue to ignore that fact.” You say and cross your arms. “What the fuck is this?”

“Jesus, just-“ Joel says and rakes his fingers through his silver sprained hair. “Just move the fucking car and we’ll sort this out.”

“Please enlighten me, how do we ‘sort this out’ now?” You ask as you grab the steering wheel again. “She’s infected.”

“I’m not.” A quiet voice says from behind.

“Ellie.” Joel warns her.

You reluctantly start to drive the truck again, through the streets like they’re a maze to get out of this town. You did get a car, at least. Mission complete. In one way.

“What do you mean Ellie?” You sigh. “I saw the bite mark.”

“We should just tell her, Joel.”

“Ellie! You agreed not to-“

“Yeah, I know.” She says. “But what if she just decides to, I don’t know, kill me in my sleep now?!”

“She won’t.” He says and makes a distressed grimace before he covers his face with his large hands. “You know what, fuck it.”

He sighs and turns to you.

“She’s immune.”

“Joel, that’s impossible.”

“It’s not.” He says. “I’ve… I’ve seen it.”

“What do you mean?”

Ellie leans forwards and pops her head between the two of you. She props her arms up on your seats.

“I’ve been bitten before, but I’ve never turned.” She says and looks over to Joel. “He wanted to shoot me at first too but here we are, on this road trip towa-“

“That’s enough.” Joel chimes in.

Ellie puts her arm between the two of you, over the gear shift. It’s the opposite arm from what you saw in the mirror just a couple of minutes ago. She pulls her sleeve up and you glance down. It’s obviously a bite mark. It’s definitely cordyceps, but totally healed. Ellie’s left with only a scar.

“Oh.” You say. That’s the only thing you can say. You’re shocked, confused and still a bit stressed out from the incident. Ellie rolls her sleeve down again and a silence falls over all of you as you drive your way out of town.

About an hour later you’re far away from Cheyenne. You had driven west, trying to stay away from the big roads. Ellie has fallen asleep in the backseat, mouth slightly open.

There’s been nothing but silence between you and Joel since you found out about Ellie’s immunity. He’s been reading the map and pointing out which way to go. But other than that, you hadn’t spoken.

“Joel…” You start, silently, to not wake Ellie up. You glance into the mirror but she hasn’t moved an inch.

You get a grumpy humming sound as a response.

“Why are you here?”

“What?” He answers, and sounds tired.

“Why are you and Ellie here?” You ask. “It’s pretty weird, you’ve just showed up in the middle of the woods, with an immune kid?”

He’s quiet.

“You show up with a teenage girl, who’s apparently immune? I know you well enough to know that this is not your style. You’ve given me such a hard time this week. So what am I supposed to do? Don’t you understand that I’m freaking out here?”

Your rambling trails off. There are a few more seconds of silence before he speaks.

“Don’t act like you know me.”

“Oh, so you’re still going to give me the cold shoulder? It’s not like I expected a warm welcome from you, but this? You’re just so unfriendly for no reason at all. I left my sister for dead about a week ago and you just shut me out, it’s like you have no empathy left in your soul.”

“I-“ He starts but stops himself, taking a couple of seconds to decide what to say or not. “I don’t… it’s complicated and I never asked for this.”

“Yeah?” You ask. “Fucking complicated, no doubt about that.”

He doesn’t give a proper answer, but you hear him grunt something you really can’t make out.

It’s dark outside. All you see is the stars scattered over the dark blue sky and the small road in front of you. Your eyes have been on the hunt for a good place to camp. At least you can sleep in the car now, as a backup plan.

Your stomach rumbles a bit. You haven’t eaten since yesterday, since the supermarket visit hadn’t gone as planned. Joel looks out the passenger window. You’re stuck here together in the car, so you suppose that’s all he can do as he tries to ignore you again. He’s slowly scratching his beard with his hand.

Suddenly he pauses and raises his hand up to the window. He points out in the dark at the same time as he finally speaks up.

“Drive over there.” The tiredness in his tone is changed into something else, something more hopeful. “Old cabin.”

You slow down and turn to the right, into an overgrown dirt road. Once, it might’ve been covered by gravel. Now it’s barely visible.

Now you see the small cabin too. It’s not big, but it looks sturdy, after all these years left abandoned. You pull up next to it and Joel looks back at Ellie, still asleep, before grabbing his rifle.

“Wait here.” He says and his dark eyes meet yours. You just nod and feel the breeze of cold air finding its way into the car as he opens the door and leaves. You feel like shit.

He’s gone for a couple of minutes and you sit there frozen, the whole time. This whole situation is fucked up. You’re left in the car with a possibly, or possibly not, infected kid in the middle of nowhere.

Soon Joel comes back and opens the backseat door next to Ellie but pauses and looks over at you for a second. He nods back towards the house to say ‘all good, let’s go’. Carefully he grips her shoulder and shakes her slightly.

You hear her mumble and shuffle out from the truck, with Joel’s arm around her shoulders as they make their way into the cabin. You sit silently in the car for a moment before you turn the engine off. The lights turn off and the backs of your two companions disappear just like your source of light. It takes a couple of seconds to get your eyes used to the dark. You take a deep breath and open the driver's door and step out onto the frozen ground. The flashlight blinks a bit as you click the power button and you need to firmly hit it against the palm of your hand before the flickering stops. The solid stream of light leads you up to the cabin, backpack slung over your shoulder. Your breath creates a frozen cloud in front of you as you exhale deeply before you enter the cabin.

Once you’re inside, you can see that the cabin's layout is basically just one big room. The small kitchen is located in the right corner. It’s small and full of stuffed animals on the wall, hunting trophies. You suppose this cabin must’ve been an old hunting cabin. The room is sparsely furnished. A couch is placed in the middle of the room, with a small and dusty coffee table in front. Ellie is already fast asleep on the couch. On the wall next to the kitchen, a big fireplace dominates most of the wall, with a big head of a deer hanging right over it.

In front of the fireplace you find a hunched down figure, which is Joel, trying to get a fire going.

You nervously look out of the windows, trying to make sure that no one, or nothing, followed you out here. You close the curtains and take a look in the cabinets of the kitchen but with no luck. They’re all empty of anything edible, but are stashed with some outdoor equipment, some plates, and a first aid kit, but it looks pretty beat up so you just suppose there isn’t anything of use in there. You sigh and awkwardly turn around to face the room. In front of the fireplace, in the cabin's only armchair, Joel sits slumped down with his head down, focusing on his hands.

There’s no other comfortable place to sit, other than the floor. You consider going back out to sleep in the car, even if that’s an option you’re not too keen on.

Joel noticed your awkward stance in the kitchen and you caught his stare. His mouth is slightly open and his eyes look tired. He blinks a couple of times and then pulls out his sleeping bag from his backpack next to him, as if he could read your mind.

“Take it.” He says and holds the sleeping bag out towards you, like a peace offering.

You slowly walk towards him and the fireplace, not breaking eye contact. As soon as you reach out and grab the sleeping bag his attention goes back to his other hand. You glance down and see that he’s hurt. There’s a cut in the soft flesh between his thumb and index finger, and his knuckles are bruised.

“Hey, let me help you.” You say as you bend down and try to grab his hand but he shoves your hand away and mutters something.

You take a step back and remember the first aid kit in the kitchen cabinet. You walk over there and open the door, grab the small back and start to dig through its contents. It’s mostly empty, but - bingo! - a roll of gauze bandage.

Joel looks reluctantly at you as you bend down on the sleeping bag in front of him again. You give him a look and he sighs as he slowly places his hand in yours, which is already reached out for his.

You take your bottle of water and start cleaning the wound and Joel hisses and drags his hand back a bit.

“I know something better.” He breathes out in pain.

“There’s this bar cart…” He gestures behind him and you nod and walk behind the armchair. Against the wall there is indeed a small bar cart, mostly covered in old boxes for ammunition, a dirty old whiskey glass and some dusty old gloves, but on the lower shelf there are a couple of almost empty bottles. You grab a glass bottle with a clear liquid and open it. You sniff carefully and it’s clearly still pretty strong after all these years in solitude.

You walk back to Joel and bend down in front of him, again. This time you grab his hand and you pause for a second. This almost feels too intimate. You hesitate to continue and you’re once again faced with that awkward feeling you had in the kitchen before. Joel places his other hand on yours, and holds it tight with both hands. You look up and meet his gaze. You must look terrified, like a deer in the headlights. How did you allow yourself to get this close to Joel? How did he even allow it?! The man who’s been more hostile than gracious towards you - is now holding your hand in a way you’d never imagine. You wish you had gone back to sleep in the truck, or that your stash of pills wasn’t long gone. You wanted to remove yourself from the situation, or at least numb the anxiety in your chest.

“It’s okay.” Joel assures and slowly lets go of your hand so you’re left with only the injured one, resting heavily in yours.

You slowly start to dab the cut on his hands clean with the alcohol that you found. You clean his knuckles and can’t help but study his hands even more. They’re big, rugged and firm in contrast to yours - which are rather the opposite to yours. They might not be as smooth and pretty as they used to be, but now, compared to his, it doesn’t look like you’ve been through an apocalypse at all.

“Fuck.” He grits his teeth and tries to stay quiet to not wake up the sleeping teenager on the couch. The alcohol must sting in the cut.

You start to wrap the gauze around his hand and the cut once everything looks clean.

“How did you…?” You mumble as you secure the gauze, but you don’t let go of his hand. He doesn’t move either. You feel your pulse rise.

“The glass door of the supermarket.” He mumbles and starts to stroke your hand with his thumb. The movement makes your skin tingle. But for him, it must hurt. Despite that, he keeps going. “Or the window, I don’t know.”

You just nod. You don’t know what to say. Or if you even can say anything. You’re terrified and totally consumed by his skin brushing against yours, and his honest, almost vulnerable gaze.

“Look, I…” He starts but trials off just as Ellie mumbles something.

You both draw your hands back and your eyes quickly dart over to the couch. Ellie smacks her lips slowly and her mouth stays open just a bit, before she starts to snore.

The spot Joel’s thumb kept brushing at your hand suddenly feels cold. You shiver a little bit and almost feel caught in the act of something… Something you weren’t supposed to do. No, that was nothing. That was only an act of gratitude for patching him up. Nothing else. You didn’t even want it to be anything else, you tried to tell yourself. But somehow something had shifted in the air between the two of you. You had told him he had given you the cold shoulder, that he’d been nothing but unfriendly to you and maybe he felt ashamed of his bad behavior. You didn’t need to be friends, but maybe he realized that you at least could be equals.

You quietly slipped into his sleeping bag between Joel and the fireplace. You didn’t want to continue the conversation he started, didn’t want to hear what he had to say. You didn’t want to ruin this moment. You placed your backpack on the floor to use a pillow and slowly sank down, making yourself comfortable. You could hear the cracking of the fire and Joel’s steady breaths as you drifted off to sleep. The sleeping bag smells like dust, wood and Joel.

#i know the end #joel x reader #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller x you #fanfiction #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfic

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lix-ables · 2 years ago

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ALSOOO completely unrelated to my last message but my felix brainrot has been bad lately 😵‍💫 i’ve been thinking about shy (dom!)felix being too scared to initiate anything sexually w u bc he doesn’t wanna overstep ur boundaries. but seeing u eat those chocolate strawberries makes him wanna fuck ur throat so badly me thinks 👁️

OK IM DONE LOVE U -🎱

now see THIS i've kept for such a long time AND I NEED TO write this JWHDJEJD I LOVE YOU FOR SENDING THIS IN OMG my brainrot is just jwhfjjdn

he’d be that type who’d want to initiate things with you, but he’s shy because he wouldn’t know how you’d feel about it, and he wouldn’t know if he’s overstepping your boundaries. but the moment he sees you at the kitchen counter, pulling out some chocolate strawberries from its container, and watches you from the couch – his eyes are just looking at the way you pop them in your mouth.

felix is just staring at this point, lost in his thoughts of how he wants to replace those chocolate covered strawberries with either his fingers or his dick, how he wants to wipe off your drool from the corner of your lips, letting his fingers resting there for a minute before he grabs your chin, tilting it upward so you can look at him – he wants your eyes on him the whole time.

everytime you do something that makes him want to fuck your throat, he excuses himself, but this time, he really couldn’t help himself – those chocolate strawberries looked too good in your mouth, but his dick would look better, he would think, as he made his way to you, wrapping his arms around your stomach and rests his chin on you. “wanna tell you something, love, but i don’t want to make things awkward or overstep anything –”

“just tell me, felix,” you mumble, finishing the last bit of the chocolate strawberries that you took out, boxing the rest of them away for later. “i’m not going to make it awkward so –”

“well, watching you eat those, makes me want to fuck your throat. makes me want to just, slip my fingers past your lips and watch you suck on them, and then maybe my dick past your lips. not awkward right?" with his eyes watching your reaction the whole time, your fingers find your phone, ignoring felix completely now. "its awkward, i knew it," felix whispers, moving himself away from you, but you pull him back. "i didn't say anything though," you mumble, your voice raspy.

taglist. @hwajin @starlostseungmin @chrisbahng @niinjo @chvnnie @lixhues @joonszn @cherryhanji @blueberry-chan @dnadoublefelixx @ethereallino @stuckwithaphobiaa @chewryy @bangchanbabygirlx @zizis-world12 @aimeexx @whatudowhennooneseesyou @nightlychans @americanokisses @katieraven @comet-falls @hwan-g @svintsandghosts @idek-at-this-point-lol

#letters 💌#q: away ‹/3 #🎱 anon #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #lee felix x reader #felix scenarios

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esta-elavaris · 2 years ago

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if you’ll permit me, i’d like to tell you a little story. i was feeling down in the dumps recently and decided to give myself a pick me up. so i decided to watch my childhood favorite movie series — scratch that, my favorite movie series ever. that being pirates of the caribbean. about fifteen minutes in i realized that i’ve never picked up a pirates fanfic before. i tried years ago, but maybe i wasn’t as adept at searching for them then bc i felt like i couldn’t find any that would do this beautiful trilogy (cough cough) justice. but i decided to give it a shot. the literal first one that i came across that stoked some kind of interest in me was Catch the Wind, which i believe i messaged you about as soon as i started reading it bc it was simply That Good.

cut to now. about a week and a half later i have not stopped reading this masterpiece right up until i finished it. in fact, i resolved to finish it even as i was traveling this past weekend. and LET ME TELL YOU. i had people *staring* at me on a plane bc of my reactions, bc i was dumb enough to read the Dutchman balcony scene in a public place?!?! i was internally screamingggg at that and everything that followed so much so that i had my fellow passengers concerned for me.

now i just wanted to come here and tell you some absolutely amazing details that i have not stopped thinking about since. i can’t even go into how much i adore your writing overall, and how much i adore Theo and James together. idek where to start for those aspects so you’ll forgive me if i jump to smaller details that i can actually articulate in this moment. i can say, though, that you will absolutely have a reader and an ardent fan in me whenever you publish your original novel. cheering you on!

ok so first little note i ADORED. pintel and ragetti being the ones to solve the map. genius. this absolutely makes sm sense and i feel like it is totally in tune with their ability to perceive and decipher that around them — well, ragetti at least. pintel’s a nice wingman/cheerleader. second note. barbossa captaining the dutchman. it’s like i finally found a puzzle piece after years of having it lost. i just think that this is such a great and cool direction to go in and your reasoning behind it makes it even more so. the fact that he and jack can continue their competitve rapport without constantly battling over the pearl just eases something in my soul. jack deserves his little slice of happiness that is his beloved pearl.

alright i think i’ve rambled enough for now. although if you in turn ever feel down in the dumps, please come to me and i will shout about your masterpiece even more. i obviously have a lot to say about it. to sum this up though, i *needed* to come and share my appreciation for this story you have so kindly shared with us. it truly had me laughing and giggling and feeling so good, which is the mark of a great work, so thank you thank you

^ dead ass me reading this.

You know what I love most about this ask - well, other than the absolute waves of unreal loveliness that I can never thank you enough for? The timing. I've been having such an unmotivated day/week as far as writing and my belief in my ability to achieve what I want to with said writing is concerned as far as finishing the novel/having it be good/getting it published is concerned, and then this appeared in my inbox. I applaud you, like there never would have been a bad time for me to read this (and trust me, I'll be rereading it plenty of times in the future), but you somehow managed to send it at the absolute best possible time. Thank you so, so much!!

Beyond that feat of timing, though, and the unreal loveliness, you actually hit upon some of the things that I was most nervous about when it came to posting this story. The scene on Jones' balcony was one thing - it was always going to happen, it was the reason I started writing the story, but I knew I'd need to handle it well so that it wasn't just tiring and annoying. Like, it would've been a major insult to James if Theo saw it and just instantly believed he'd been in love with Elizabeth all of that time, so I was relieved when people liked what I did with it and didn't just take it as cheap melodrama. I just loved the idea of her knowledge coming back to bite her in the ass when she thought she was seeing something from the movie come to fruition, but it actually wasn't.

Barbossa was the big, big worry, though. It was actually a pretty late addition, too, I don't think I settled on that happening until I was already writing part three of the fic. The early, early days original plan was to keep that the same and have it be Will, mostly because I was still very intimidated by the canon at that point and scared to fuck with it - especially the third movie, which is just so good and so complex. I lived in fear of reaching that point. But then I figured what was the point of writing the fic if I wasn't going to start really toying with it, and it'd just be disappointing for everybody if I wimped out kept that part the same.

So I started cycling through characters to think of who could fit the role instead, and when I got to Barbossa I stg fireworks started going off in my head. It was just too good, I'm chalking it up to a moment of divine inspiration rather than something that came from my own brain, it had to happen, and I was so relieved that people agreed!! There's just something so un-satisfying about ending the final (👀) movie with Jack not having the Pearl.

It all cracks me up in hindsight though, because I'm noticing a pattern of me furiously defending my decisions and worrying myself sick over them, only to have people mostly like them and have all of that worry and defensiveness be for nothing, so the whole fic was definitely a learning experience in taking on projects that scare me, and having a bit of fucking self belief lolol. The former is easier than the latter, but the latter is massively helped by kindness like this, so again -- thank you so, so much!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜

#asks #ctw #catch the wind #james and theodora #james/theodora

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evamoere · 11 months ago

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A confession - after years

hey ovra, how you doing lately? havent heard from you for long and im sure im missing out a lottt

i think weve talked about our past a lot right bhahah and everytime we done that i felt extremely warmth so today tonight let me enjoy that for a moment, i wanted to get back to the past for just a bit more :)

we meet on a random quite night at engrp that time, i clearly remember i was just get into this world and trying to fit in badly i started sending bio a couple times and somehow somewhat i cant recall the memories about who reach one of us frist but im sure the thing that we talked about was music all the time. things were going smoothly we getting close we glued to each other so bad we goin thru downhill for years but here we are, we make it. even though it isnt that easy even though at the end we were nothing, just kind of accept each other the way we are.

but today perhaps id break your heart in the most painful way. all these time i wonder will i ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most..now i have, i have found it. you remember when we decided to exchange each others real life identity? at that time i was really really excited and scared. im happy that id finally got to know you more and yeah im scared worried and anxious. idek what should i say to you about me, i clearly know that lying was not a good solution to make you stay but what can i do? im to scared to lose you im afraid id lose everything just because im trying to be my self. so then i decided to told you that yes i am the man that u wanted all along.

not a single word can explain my heart without yours. i go to bed and fall asleep wishing you were here all the time. yet i know u can only appear in my dreams. we’re happy in them. we can dance in the kitchen as much as we can we can read book together in the floor we can watch the show together we can stare to eachother’s eyes as much as we wanted too. my heart physically aches without your soul and my mind is full of the words i never got to say. the words i wish i can kiss onto your lips and engrave into your skin. i love you more than my body can take, for everytime i hear your name my heart breaks all over again. i think of you hundred and hundred times in a day. I suffer in my loving i hope you understand.

"My greatest pain is that you never got to know me and never wanted to know me."

what is done out of love always takes place beyond good and evil. i feel miserable ever since it takes me a while to gave you my ‘own’ picture, name and things cause i think about it more and more and yeah i told you that i was the boy from jogja who happened to live with her grand mother. i mean its all true the lies is that i was a boy and i ride a big big motorcycle daily. honestly i only use it a couple times cause it was my bff’s thing. remember the boy who i send it picture to you? it also was my bestfriend. the same damned person. cause you know i had no idea of who other person i should be.

pretending to be a guy was never easy for me, i feel like i was hurting my own pride and it breaks my heart in many ways cause man i swore i to you i wanted to be free free to tell you how my days really went thru how my friendships was really like i want you to know all of me but theres a wall that i made it self wich prevent me to be myself. i loved you like no other so i dont know where i went wrong my heart still yearns for you, the place that i belong.

for a long time i wanted you to know about me, and today the day has come.. i dont know how to feel about it. but the only thing i surely feel is relived. to be free is often to be lonely, this haunted me all the time.

i may not be that expressive, but i want to thank u for being my comfort person. you've been there for me when no one else was. you became more than everything that I've ever asked for, there is no one better than you because you bring the best in me, you became my home, my rest, my solace. you've helped me get through some tough times without u knowing it. you've been there listening to my rants and struggles without you invalidating my feelings. I really value and appreciate you more than u'll ever know. and if at some point, I'm gonna lose you, i will still be grateful.

because once upon a time, i had u by my side. and that's all that matters.

letting you ‘go’ was probably the hardest decision i ever made knowing well how much I still love you and how much i want "us" to work.

i know that i am ruined and that im ruining others.…. i am i am a bad person. please hate me i would like that more than being left in silent.

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tinyidle · 3 years ago

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unreleased - Bratty becomes Subspace

ship: moonsun (moonbyul x solar)

words: 1.03k (why so much? idek creativity ig)

WARNING: party s*x, spanking, subspace, n*pple play, brat-taming, idolxidol, brattamer!dom!moonbyul, brat!sub!solar, barely proofread a bit cuz i literally pulled this from my dsc, cursing, all fiction

solar has been particularly bratty these past two weeks, especially since moonbyul can't "play" with her. she knows that byul is working on her rapping and singing, and solar herself was working on her singing and youtube channel (side note: check out solar's channel, solarsido, if you haven't), but she wanted some time for them both to relax. so she nagged byul. and nagged byul. and nagged byul. solar kept on nagging the rapper until she couldn't take it anymore. this time the sun has pushed the moon's buttons too far, and it was time to get back. solar was sitting next to moonbyul on their shared couch and was poking the younger on her sides and cheeks. "play with me, byulie, play with me, please!! it's been way too long-" moonbyul took solar's wrist and gave her a cold stare. solar shivered in anticipation.

"on my lap, now," byul growled. solar complied, but not without wiggling her bum on byul's lap, to which byul harshly smacked. "ahh!" solar yelped, a bit shocked. byul was ticked, and as much as solar was very nervous, she was also very excited for what was to come. moonbyul pulled up solar's skirt and rubbed her backside to warn her of what's to come.

"safeword?" byul asked. "lunar," solar whispered. "good sunny," moonbyul rubbed solar's head, and she keened to it. then byul moved her hand away from solar's head to give her bum another smack. "now count." after about 14 slaps, solar's ass was a peach pink color, her eyes were glossy, and she was beyond wet. "15.." she squeaked out.

"good sunny," moonbyul cooed at solar. at this time she could see that the older was very subby and was also super needy. "get up," byul commanded. solar nodded, but then was met with a light tap on the backside again, shocking her a bit. "use your words, sweetheart, and make sure you say it right or else i'll make you count to 20."

"yes, mommy," solar cried out, getting up and facing her girlfriend. moonbyul smirked and pulled up solar's shirt and bra over her head, as well as instructing her to take off her skirt. byul drooled at the sight of solar's nipples and lightly squeezed them in between her fingertips, causing solar to squeal. byul then leaned over to the older and started sucking on her boobs, moving her left hand to knead at one breast while the other went to rub on solar's panties.

"you're very wet, and i've barely done a thing, needy sunny," moonbyul teased once again. solar couldn't help but take the teasing foreplay and whine, but she needed something more. byul knew that. "go to the bed, take off your underwear, and wait right there," she said, leaving whiny solar to sit there in expectation of what was next.

when moonbyul came back from the closet to the bed, she was fully naked and had her purple strap on strapped securely tight around her waist, ready to give solar one of the best fucks she'll ever have. solar, knowing what byul was doing before she arrived, got into byul's favorite position: all fours and ass presented to moonbyul's face; just the way she likes it. byul went towards solar and rubbed her bum with her left hand while she held the purple dildo of the strap on her right, rubbing the tip of it in between solar's folds.

solar was careful not to moan or else she knows that byul would just stop everything and not let her cum for weeks. "what do you want, sunny?" byul asked, teasing the older girl once more, waiting for her to give her the say on when to go. "should i go now, or just stay like this, watching you whine for my dick? you haven't been very good lately, and i'm feeling like leaving you without any pleasure-" solar couldn't take it anymore.

the teasing was so much that she broke from her usually quiet sub self, "no, please! i want.. m-mommy inside me. i promise i'll be good, please, just fuck me."

moonbyul smirked down at solar, finally hearing solar beg in her subby state, which almost never happens. "okay, but remember the safeword just in case it gets too much." she then slowly pushed her purple self onto solar, making the vocalist moan rather cutely. byul waited a while before she felt the hole from under her open up enough for her to move slowly. "how in the world is my sunny still so tight after all these times? damn, i love you.."

"me too, mommy," solar squealed, caught in the pleasure so much so that she took one of the fingers she was holding herself up with and began sucking on them. moonbyul was going at a fast pace now, and using one of the hands she had on solar's hips to hold on to her breasts from under her, pinching a nipple. solar was close, and moonbyul knew it from the way solar was mumbling and moaning "byulie" and "mommy" under her breath. "i think you've been a good girl now," byul praised solar, "so you can cum now." solar moaned moonbyul's name ("byulie") and came hard on the strap, which was slowing down on its thrusts.

moonbyul pulled out of the tired girl and went to their shared bathroom to wet a wash cloth to clean solar up. as she cleaned the older girl up, solar was rather confused. "what about you, mommy? don't you need to cum as well?" solar was very tired and could barely move, yet she still thought about the rapper's needs as well.

moonbyul shook her head and lay down next to solar to give her a loving, lazy kiss. "i'll be fine, sweetie. just lay down and relax." byul then placed the older on her chest. solar turned to the side to hold on to the younger's chest and kissed her boob, making byul sigh in light satisfaction.

"i love you, moonbyul. you know that, right?"

"of course," she said, leaning down to give her girlfriend another loving, lazy kiss. "and i do, too."

i had only a few people read this and have kept this held from the public for a year (before i got tumblr) lol any thoughts?

#mamamoo smut #moonbyul smut #solar smut #moonsun smut #kpop smut #unreleased fics being released

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 years ago

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I cannot impress enough how much time I spent daydreaming about your next installments of MBFW and Professor AU at work today. There were lulls in the day where I was just staring off into space imagining the stories in my head and I gotta tell ya, work day well spent. But I also low key do that a lot. But also whatever your schedule is and however long it takes for you to be in a good place with where those stories are at, sure as shit I’ll be there to vibrate with excitement when they come. Even if I’m 90 fuckin years old, the time and effort you put into all this is so fuckin appreciated and I’ll always be a huge fan.

🥺

Idek what to say honestly, that's so... I mean thinking about other people daydreaming about my crazy little stories? It's wild. Sweet and amazing, but also very wild. In the best way. Thank you for this 💕

Also hopefully you'll be happy to know I've actually worked a lot on professor au the past few days and they're losers. I mean just gay dorks who lowkey barely remember how to function when they have a requited crush. It's like "ah shit I've been married the last 15 years I don't remember how to flirt 🥴"

#anon #prof/stu au #teach me #nice things #MBFW

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tfw-adhd · 4 years ago

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I am not diagnosed but I'm trying to see if I have adhd, doing as much research as I can. Problem is I'm 17, a girl and woc and from what I've been seeing, it seems almost impossible to get a diagnosis. I was hoping you could help me. God, this is way too long I'm really sorry to bother you. You don't have to answer if yoh don't want to

Some of the symptoms I feel like I may be experiencing are:

1. Hyperfixations: the most recent one I can think of is star wars, specifically one ship. I got into it in April 2020 and boy, I am obsessed for the lack of a better word. I literally of it when I wake up, when I go to bed and all the moments in between.

I (this is embarrassing omg) literally didn't attend a single class this year because I can't stop thinking of that ship enough to focus. I have an exam today, and I still can't stop reading fics or scrolling through ship twitter instead of preparing. Maybe I'm just lazy? Idk man I don't even have friends so idek what is normal and what is not anymore.

And I seemed to have hyperfixations throughout my life. It was Percy Jackson till 9th grade. Then AOT till 11th. And before that, dinosaurs and science of all things. I would literally buy notebooks to write science and dinosaur facts in. I only have one thing i am attached to for months at a time. To the point where if people ask me what fandoms I like I can't even give more than two or three because that's all I consume. I can't watch another show or read another book without feeling like I'm somehow cheating on star wars lmaoo

2. Focus is a big thing. I don't have it. I remember with physical exams I would have to stop in between because the focus would slip away, and I'd just spend a good ten minutes staring at my paper not taking anything in because my thoughts are too loud. With Internet exams, I'm more accustomed to having tumblr, twitter and reddit open for when I inevitably lose focus. Studying is a struggle. Fuck that, reading is a struggle. Often not able to get past one or two sentences without immediately feeling irritated (?) Not the right word but I can't think of anything to describe the fuzziness in my brain.

I daydream a lot in physical class and while eating and watching movies. And when I try to sleep. And when I'm in waiting rooms or trying to study. Literally everywhere to the point where I often forget they're in my head.

3. I am very forgetful. Fuck, i forgot what the things on this list are. I forgot to take my medicines. I forget what I'm saying half way through the sentence. Literally a pain in my ass.

4. Idk if this just stress or something else, but ever since I was a child I would suck my thumb (still do), bite my nails, pick at my skin and hair. I would pull my hair and eyelashes qnd eyebrows. Rubs my skin. Scratch till it's bleeding. I feel very horrible if I don't do it.

5. Xakwdlkdkalkdadkod I literally can not remember I had a whole list figured out and I can't remember it anymore because I got distracted in between oh god.

6. Oh wait, restlessness. Always shaking my legs or ripping up tissue or tapping my fingers, picking at my body or sucking my thumb. Anything to keep my occupied. Without any sort of physical activity i feel very fuzzy. Like somethings not right.

7. I've heard about rsd and idk if this is it but I'm literally the type of person to overexplain and apologise quickly even if the other person gave no indication of being hurt.

My mother could ask me how my studies are going and I get very defensive and angry because I feel like she's trying trying imply I'm not studying enough even though that's not her intent.

I'm sorry for going on for too long. I hope you can help me figure out if this is normal or not. Thank you so much and I hope you and your family are safe, healthy and happy.

Unfortunately, you’re right that it’s harder for both girls and POC to get ADHD diagnoses. Even though both sexes show equal numbers of people with ADHD, it goes under-diagnosed in AFAB individuals.

But everything you just described sounds exactly like ADHD, yeah. The Neurotypical brain doesn’t fixate on things like that (not to the point of skipping loads of classes and it being all they can think about, anyway.)

And the one about sucking your thumb sounds like stimming, something neurodivergent people do.

#adhd #long post #nucleic-acid03

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Little chibi Jimin owns my life now. My phone has been burning up the past idek how many days and I haven't seen sun since, but I just keep putting the tannies on random items or pile them on each other and stare at them 😭😭 i just wish we could interact with the pets 🥺

where is that Rosa Diaz meme lmao "I've only had chibi jimin for a day and a half but if anything happened to him i would kill everyone in this room and then myself" that's exactly how I feel <3 hfkfjkrjr i know right my phone becomes hot too 😭😭 and since it's an old phone, it keeps running out of battery too soon whenever I'm playing the game so i always have to keep it charging while playing LMAOOOO. I never thought this game could be so addicting 😭 OH AND YOU'RE RIGHT that would really be the cutest 😭😭😭

#anonymous #replied

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I 100% agree about wanting more fanfic lists! I honestly think it's the best way to get a variety. Everybody has personal preferences, if someone, who mostly reads long, fluffy au Brio fic, is making recs, they're not likely to mention short, angsty, canon Brio (which is understandable and fair!) so ideally someone else, who does like those, would also do recs. I'm pretty sure I've read or at least tried the vast majority of Brio fics, but the recs often make me re-read the fic and author.

YAAASSSS!!! I mean like, okay, I v much get why people have issues with rec lists, and I def do not by any stretch endorse the idea that recs/rec lists should be considered anything other than one person sharing a think they liked, but to me a lot of the issues (the same fics/authors getting recced, feeling like awesome fics/authors are going unrecognized) can be solved by more reccing, not less. everyone’s got different taste and different stuff they look/read for and I am extremely pro sharing that.

Idk, I think about it like this: in a previous internet life I was a YA book blogger and I lived and died by recs from other bloggers whose taste and preferences I knew. I mean, you know, I’d check out a book bc the premise sounded interesting but literally the first thing I would do was go to Goodreads and look for a handful of people who tended to like the same books I did and see what they were saying about it bc that was the best way to get a good idea of if I wanted to give it a shot. Or, on the flip side, there were some people whose reviews I followed bc I knew we v much did not read for the same things so if they hated a book for X, Y and Z reasons, I was probs going to like it (one thing about book blogging is if you want to keep current, you do not have a lot of time to mess around, snap judgements are key but that’s a whole other thing and idk if it’s even relevant anymore bc that landscape has changed so much).

ANYWAY, the point is, I got in the habit and now I do the same thing with fic bc, tbh, I don’t have a ton of time to read, esp not when I’m actively writing which, with the exception of the last week or two, I’ve been doing p non-stop since I got here. All of which to say is, I am desperately in favor of fic recs for purely selfish reasons, I need them! Give them to me!!! Please!!!!!

That said, I uh, am v bad at returning the favor and I recognize that (I think I’ve made what? two rec lists for this fandom?) so I will try to do better to live by my own, idek what this is, moving on and here are 10 recs not really thematically linked by anything other than I’ve read them and loved them and don’t think I’ve put any of them on one of my rec lists yet (and if I have, my blog is a trainwreck I cannot be expected to remember what’s on it LET ME LIVE):

The Goodest Boy by EnsignDisaster

There’s a key turning in the lock and Buddy rushes over to greet his Master excited for her to meet his new friends. The door opens and he dances around Master’s feet rejoicing on the fact that she’s made it home. It's been literally forever.

“Hey Buddy what’s wrong? Need to go potty? Need to pee-pee?”

“Nah he’s good we took him out.”

Master does something very unMasterlike, she drops all the food she’d brought in on the ground and screams. It’s a non traditional avant garde type of hello…Buddy loves it. Mostly because while Master taps furiously on her small light box and sits tense in the corner opposite his new friend Buddy can lick up the egg smashed on the hardwood floor.

Buddy! The! Dog! POV! no further explanation necessary. Technically WIP, but it covers the whole pilot in a way that could be read as standalone (THOUGH THAT WOULD V MUCH GIVE ME A SAD though, when did the show forget the Bolands had a dog? so maybe that’s a tragic casualty of canon, idk)

May The Moon’s Silvery Beams by @pynkhues

Emma hums in agreement, and Rio turns her around to sit her on the counter, grabbing one of the older looking boxes of muesli while she kicks her legs out, heels bumping back against the counter, watching him. He gropes around the inside of the box, finally just opting to pull the plastic cereal bag out and peering inside. He can’t quite keep the grin off his face when he sees the wad of cash lining the bottom. This woman kills him, she really does.

Then there’s a little face peering up beside him, trying to peek into the box.

“What is it?” she asks, and he tilts the box sideways so she can see inside.

The upside to not getting here until s3 is that old fic is new to me! Huzzah!! Idk how many of y’all have already read this on but if you haven’t I highkey recommend. Extremely cute take on what if Emma woke up when Rio and came by to collect his/Beth’s/whoever's money during the shutdown. Cannot believe I’m reccing kidfic. Witchcraft!!!!!!

Maybe You’re My Fantasy by ohmisterjapan

He fucking loves the involuntary. It speaks to how he likes to unlock chaos and walk away. He's been called a control freak before and it felt like such a misunderstanding of him - he's all about self control but he doesn't want to control others. It's more that he enjoys revealing to them how little they can control themselves. It's more that he likes to stand still in the eye of someone else's storm and pick coldly through the wreckage.

Another oldie but a goodie. This fic is more like an extended character study (first chapter Rio POV, second chapter Beth) and I LIVE FOR THIS KIND OF SHIT. I really really really love the take on both characters, it really digs in and pulls out some nuances that made me sit and think about my own read of them and I love it.

A Shock Of Blue by mintletters16

“You don’t look very well. Would you… like me to get you a glass of water or something?”

Her voice is low but smooth, laced with a softness that cuts straight though to his core. Strawberry blonde locks fall gently just above the pair of magnets freezing him in place.

He can still feel the chaos tearing through his veins - emanating from the gold plated gun stuffed in his waistband - and suddenly he can’t be here anymore. Can’t meet this wide-eyed gaze that’s been locked on his for the past God-knows-how-long anymore.

Can’t see blue alive and concerned when he just left it cold and void somewhere in oblivion.

She’s looking at him like he’s on the brink of madness. He thinks maybe he is.

Apparently, it’s backlist rec day over here and I’m not sorry. This one is another technical WIP but the chapter works as a standalone (BUT if the author decided to return to it I WOULD NOT BE MAD). It’s a what if Beth and Rio met pre-canon and it works so!!! well!!!! The tension and fascination and build are all *chef’s kiss* plus the writing is gorgeous and lyrical and ugh, I love it.

for a moment we were strangers by openhearts

“We got stuff,” Rio motions with a nod to the backpack Beth hadn’t noticed when they arrived hanging on the back of one of the chairs at the island.

She swallows and turns back to the dishes, realizing Rio apparently means to sleep there , assuming the place isn’t bugged. Or for some kind of cover story if it is. She turns and fixes Rio with a narrow-eyed stare, studying his face, the corner of his jaw especially prominent from the angle she’s looking up at him. He’s methodical about drying each dish and setting it back on the rack, maddeningly ignoring her hard stare, so when he goes to take the next plate from her hands she grips it tightly and gets his attention.

“Hey.”

“What you on about now?” he asks, irritated.

It gets her gut uneasy, how he’s just . . . there, settling in, in ways he never had before, no matter how nonchalantly he would let himself in through her locked doors.

“This is,” Beth tries, failing, to find words for it, “. . . it’s weird .”

This one takes place post 204 and Rio and Marcus end up spending a long weekend staying with Beth and Emma for reasons (that work, for the record, I’m just not trying to summarize rn) and it’s domestic and cute but honestly my fav part of it is how weirded out Beth is by how easily they slip into sync. The story does an excellent job balancing where they are in canon (uneasy post-sex truce) with a snapshot of what they could be if they got over themselves (HA! as if) and Beth is DEEPLY FREAKED which makes her slow slide into realizing she could maybe sort of kind of oh shit like it/him??? that much more satisfying.

Not So Careful by @bensonstablers

When he doesn’t answer, her eyes go to his but he’s too busy watching the letter opener which is still pressed against the back of his hand. Curiously, Beth runs it up his arm, careful not to press too hard, and smiles a little as he shivers. Pulling her leg up onto the bed, she shuffles closer to him before pressing the tip of the sword to his chest and slowly circling his left nipple with it, being sure not to get too close.

“You ain’t gotta be that careful.”

And when she lifts her eyes to meet his, he’s got that look. The one that always makes a lump form in her throat and for her to fall back into bed with him without a single thought of what they have to do that day. Only thing is, this time they’ve got nothing to do for the rest of the weekend and well, staying in bed the entire time had seemed like an appealing idea so she allows herself to give in a little to that look.

It makes me EXTREMELY SAD that knifeplay ranked so low on the kink survey so I’m gonna need y’all to check out this V V V EXCELLENT example of it and come back and tell me you’re sorry and you voted wrong. I am v reasonable what are you talking about.

love (where it wasn’t supposed to be) by @lilliloves

"You know what I can't stand?" Rio asks, stepping closer. It's a rhetorical question but he pauses for a second and watches Dean sniff, watches a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead, watches him shift on both his feet as he contemplates making a run for it.

"A guy who don’t realize how good he's got it." Rio continues, looking Dean up and down in disgust. "A guy that will literally fuck up a good thing just to get his dick wet."

"Yeah, well I can't stand a guy who can have anyone he wants but chooses the married woman he's not entitled to.” Dean shoots back. "And I really can't stand the fact that you're always in the room with us even when you aren't there."

And who brings him into the room Dean hmmmmm????? Jk, jk (or am I). In this one Rio catches Dean out on the town with another woman (bc of course he is) and tries to call him out but whoops! gets called out himself. I really love the like, idk, undercurrent of wistful regret in this fic. I love Dean straight up calling Rio out on his feelings (spoilers but there’s an exchange right after this one that made me straight up holler), and, you know, obvs I am here for Rio making Dean feel like an ass.

Hell Is Other People by makemanybraver

Rio: We're in Hell, Elizabeth! If you don't think you belong here, then repent! Don't fuck everyone in the room in hopes that you get to go out!

Beth: Why do I have to repent?!

Rio: Because you did some fucked up shit in your life, Elizabeth! You keep doing fucked up shit here, too! And you think you don't belong here!

Beth [screaming at the top of her lungs]: Because I don't!

This fic is existentially bonkers and I love it. It’s the kind of experimental format/homage/what have you kind of thing that I L O V E. Based on No Exit by Jean-Paul Sartre, Beth, Rio, and Fitzpatrick are stuck together in a room in hell for all eternity. What more do you need, honestly.

Working On Things by odenkirk

Unknown Hold up, Elizabeth. I'm really thinkin about you here.

Beth turned her face into the pillow, effectively suffocating herself for a moment, but thinking it was a good trade off for the way the cool silk of her pillowcase chilled her skin.

She lifted her head to glance at the still sleeping Dean before replying.

Beth I'm thinking about you too. But this can't happen.

She wanted him to know she wanted him, but she also thought that admitting she was already there would save Rio from trying to convince her. She wanted him, but morals had to win just once in a while.

YES this is technically Beth/Dean while also being Beth/Rio BUT it’s also sort of Rio/Dean and I am HERE FOR THE DIVERSITY OF SHIPPING leave me alone who asked you.

Five Times He Knew What She Was Thinking, and One Time He Didn't by JoeyLee

Aight, so tell ‘em I was hittin’ it. Said deliberately blunt, eyes locked on her face the whole time, just to see those blue eyes widen. She looked so shocked that he almost laughed, so he softened it teasingly just to keep her going. Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart, tell ‘em we were makin’ love.

Then he just watched her, just watched her face, just fucking fascinated. Her lips were parted and her eyes were big as saucers, and…there it was. Before she could look away flustered, he watched the thought go through her mind. Him and her together.

He wondered what she was picturing or where. Them in the back seat, her bed, a motel? Her on top or him from behind or his face between her legs?

Whatever it was, the blush started immediately, and he watched it bloom out from her cheeks to her hair. Then she was tearing her eyes away to gulp a little. But it didn’t knock her down for long before she was looking back. And then, wait, was she actually asking him how to go about telling a fed they were fucking?

Okay this is another technical WIP but works as a standalone. I am absolutely fucking feral for character POV takes of canon scenes and this is a supremely excellent take on Rio POV of some notable scenes from the pilot through 204. Imo it brilliantly captures Rio’s voice and I love it a lot.

HEADS UP I am absolute shite at tracking ao3 to tumblr unless people have specifically told me someone’s ao3/tumblr name SO if you recognize any of the non-tumblr authors on please lmk so I can tag them and YES I recognize that I am asking y’all to do things for me throughout this entire post and I’M SORRY OKAY I’M A WHOLE ASS MESS LOVE YOU BYE

#brio fic #brio fanfiction #good girls fanfiction #fic recs #anon #asks #gg disk horse #i feel like i had jokes i wanted to make in the tags but now that im here i've totally forgotten them #ANYWAY the important takeaway here is #tell me what you like and why i want to know okay #send me recs #ME ME ME #hahahahaha jk #sort of

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deepiphany · 4 years ago

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“When I close my eyes, it's you there in my mind”

“Why do I pull you close and then ask you for space?”

✿8 LETTERS✿

Jennifer pushed her back to prevent them to fall in her face. Today was a long day. She had to stay back in Uni to complete an assignment as she had completely forgot about and if she hadn't turned it in today itself, she couldn't have been able to pass the semester. As she had turned in the due assignment and looked at her watch, she had thought, 'I'm... Doomed!!! RUN!'. She was late for her work.

She had to work extra hours than what her shift was to compensate for being late. On normal days, her work place manager would have let her off the hook since she was always quite punctual but since she worked in a food place and since it was weekend, there was too much crowd and they often needed more employees than usual to handle everything smoothly.

She smiled sadly as she realised that there won't be anyone worrying about her going home late since she lived alone. She didn't have a boyfriend who would occasionally check on her either. All her friends were just as busy as she was so she didn't expect anything from them.

On her way out of the 'Staff Only' room which she had been in for the past ten minutes for a quick rest, she collided with someone near the exit.

"Oh I'm sorry." She apologized quickly. "I wasn't looking—" she looked up at the person standing in front of her and paused. "Oh, Cameron!"

She knew Cameron since the day she had joined here. He was pretty easy to get along with as he was very charming, friendly and out going. They worked together for a few months and then their shifts never overlapped again after her Uni started. She had started missing him a lot, unaware of the fact that she might've developed a little spot in her heart for him.

"It's alright." He smiled at her. "I need to go though, kinda in a hurry. Let's catch up with each other later!" He said as he began walking in the direction of the Kitchen.

"Works with me." Jennifer yelled loud enough for him to hear as he had already stepped inside the kitchen by then.

'Alright. You can pull through! Only a few minutes left until I'm free!' She thought to herself as she looked at the clock.

She worked diligently no matter how hard it was on her until the last minute of her shift. She wondered how all these people went out like this on such a cold night. It was the start of winter and everyone were wearing coats or sweaters and gloves to warm themselves up. Sadly for Jennifer they didn't have a warm uniform so she occasionally had shivers run down her spine everytime the door opened and the cold wind blew right by her side.

She smiled merrily when the clock ticked to terminate her working hours for that day and quickly removed her apron as she made her way towards the changing room.

She changed quickly in her regular clothes and put on some warm clothes over then. As soon as she got out as she started looking for Cameron. She would be lying if she said she wasn't excited to spend some time with him after all these months.

She searched for him everywhere but to no vail. He couldn't be found anywhere. She pouted sadly as she thought he might've been too tired and had forgot about her. He might've just went straight home.

She sighed as she left her working building and started walking towards her appartment on the sidewalk. It was pretty late so there was no one to be seen on the road. Buses had stopped running so she had no choice but to just walk.

A long time had passed until she sensed someone's presence behind her. She heard someone's footstep's walking in the same pace as she was.

At first she thought that it might be someone innocent. But she got a little taste of fear when that person seemed to take the exact same turns as her at intersections.

'It's okay. They might be living in the same area as mine.' She consoled herself.

She licked her lips nervously when the footsteps started to speed and could be heard closer and closer to her.

'No! This isn't it!' She started running for her dear life.

"Whoever you are! Just back off! I have a weapon on me!" She tried to threaten them with wavering voice.

"Jennifer!" They called out her name making her halt in tracks. "It's me— ouch!"

They hadn't expected her to stop all of a sudden and bumped their nose on the back of her head.

"Cameron!" She whipped around with anger evident in her voice. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"I was worried about you, okay?" He said as he rubbed his nose with his hands to lower the pain that he felt. "No need to raise your voice at me like this. It's just that it's quite late so I wanted to accompany you."

Her anger quickly dissipated upon listening to his words. "Oh Cameron..." She said with a small smile on her lips.

"Also, I've been wanting to say something..." He trailed off as both of them began walking together.

"Shoot." Jennifer said as her veins filled with thrill. She knew where this was going. Finally she was going to see the day she had been waiting for!

"You know me the best, you know my worst, seen me hurt, but you don't judge, that, right there, is the scariest feeling..."

"W-what are you talking about?" She said, completely taken aback. 'I don't know anything about you except for the small time we spent together working!' she thought to herself.

"Opening and closing up again I've been hurt so I don't trust. Now here we are, staring at the ceiling." He continued to say.

"We're on a road... Staring at a lamp post..." She said as she made a weird face. What the hell was going through Cameron's mind?

"Isn't it amazing?" He said as he took her hands in his, making her blush a little. She was thankful that it was winter so she already had redness on her cheeks making it hard to notice her blushing.

"How almost every line on our hands align, when your hand's in mine—"

"We're literally wearing gloves right now, idiot!" She frowned at him.

"It's like I'm whole again. Isn't that a sign? I should speak my mind?" He asked her.

She pulled her hand out of his grip with force. "What the hell are you talking about, Cameron? If you're here to play decipher the cryptogram then I'm sorry I don't have time for your BS. Leave me alone if this is what you wanted to do!" She began walking away from him.

"All it is...is... eight letters..." He stammered. "So why is it so hard to say?"

She halted in her steps and gulped in anticipation. Was he going to say the exact same thing that she had imagined?

"What eight letters are you talking about?" She turned around to ask him and walked closer to him to hear him clearly.

"I— I. Uh... I don't know how to say it... I— I'm sorry..."

She smiled kindly towards him. "It's okay," she said. "I won't make fun of you. No one would know what you say to me now." She took his hands in hers.

"B... BUTTOCKS!" He finally managed to say.

"What the hell?" She pushed his hands away from her, making Cameron stumble backwards. "Are you freaking crazy? What do you expect me to say?" She felt so offended at his words. "IDIOT!" She yelled. "You don't know anything!"

"Then what do you want me to say!? What should've I said, huh!?" He yelled back at her in frustration.

"It's so freaking easy, you idiot!" She sighed in frustration.

"FARTFACE!"

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I know! I know that I raised everyone's expectations by adding some image aesthetics (that I totally didn't rip off of Pinterest) and lyrics aesthetics in the beginning but then you scroll towards the end and see "FARTFACE" and just wonder what happened here O_o

Ugh idek what happened here it's all because I couldn't get this out of my head when writing this—

[my screenrecorder sucks at recording good quality audio bare with me :)]

“It isn't cute nor is it funny, I've written a cursed story” — Dee; December 2020

I KNOW I WON'T GET ANY STORIES REQUESTS NOW AND IT'S OKAY I UNDERSTAND WHY ANYONE WOULD NOT WANT TO ASK ME TO WRITE ANYTHING FOR THEM(ᗒᗩᗕ)

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