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please, let me just take care of you
summary: your busy-bee of a partner suddenly gets sick, but is a little stubborn to accept your doting and care giving right away
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pairings (separate): mona, sucrose, and albedo x reader
reader info: uses gender neutral pronouns (they/them), is in a relationship with the characters mentioned, and reader is not traveler
word count: 578 words~ per section (2 mins each~)
genre: romance, reverse hurt/comfort
format: one shot
warnings: descriptions of characters being sick (no vomit or anything) and characters (mona) being anxious to get back to work
a/n: currently twirling my hair and kicking my feet while thinking about taking care of my s/o whilst there sickđ hope you enjoy thisđ
Mona feels unproductive while sheâs stuck in bed with a cold. She always does whenever sheâs sick, but especially now.Â
Because right now, youâre bustling around in her poor excuse of a kitchen, making her a soup. Ever since she described her symptoms to you this morning, youâve taken on the role as Monaâs personal nurse. You waited on her beck and call, serving her fresh, warm meals that surely cost you something. And youâre ever so sweet to her, giving her sweet smiles and making light conversation with Mona so her sick brain isnât overwhelmed.Â
And she hates it.Â
Not because she hates you, but more so that she hates that she is being forced to rest. Rentâs due sometime soon, and she barely has enough for it. She knows Gothâs patience is wearing thin, and she canât afford any other place in Mondstadt as of now. Mona needs to work, making mora through the many side jobs sheâs picked up from the Adventurerâs Guild. She absolutely cannot be resting right now, you donât understandâ
âMona, you better be back in bed when I turn around,â you called from the kitchen, your voice carrying to the front entrance, where Mona was now frozen in place. âI just made some chicken noodle soup for you, so you better be resting like I asked you to.â
She faltered, but relented and went back to bed. âYou donât have to do that, dear.â
You brought her soup with a smile. âI want to, though.â
Mona looked at you, her lips thinning out into a tight frown. âWhy?â
âBecause I love you?â
âOh. Well,â her cheeks had turned a pretty pink now, âyou donât need to do this for me, dear. Iâve gotten by just fine before, I really donât need to rest or stay in bed all day. So, please, just let meââ
âNo.â
âNo, dear, you donât understand. I need to complete theââ
You shook your head again. âMona, what you âneedâ is to rest so you can be better later. Iâm just trying to make sure my girlfriend is taken care of, alright?â you sighed and looked at her once more. âPlease donât be mad at me. I know that you need some mora, and Iâve told you multiple timesââ
âYou arenât paying my rent,â Mona snapped, her tone more angry than she meant it to.
âI basically live here.â
â...No comment.â
You chuckled, which made Mona smile reluctantly.
âAlright, babe. Whatever you say,â you tell her. âHow about I run a few errands for you? Just so you donât get overwhelmed by tasks when youâre feeling good enough to do side jobs. Is that alright?â
Mona looked at you, analysing your features. No hidden intent, no mischievous smile. Just her cute partner, being as sincere as you can be in this moment. Nothing to indicate that youâll hold this above her in the future.Â
As if they ever would, she snapped at herself as she met your loving gaze.
She sighed. âAlright. But you better come back in one piece, my dear. It would be a shame if I had no one to take care of me.â
You kissed her temple, causing Mona to blush quite hard. âOf course, Mona.â
She was in shock for a moment, silently screaming and clutching her head in her hands at the loving action. Mona blames it on her illness for making her so flustered. As if she didnât react like that every time you touched her, no matter how long you two had been together.
She heard the door open and snapped up, quick to yell her adorations to you in her signature fashion.
âIÂ love you!â she stammered out, blushing a deep red when she heard the sounds of Mondstadt driftting in. âBe back soon, please.â
âAnything for you, babe!â you shout back, blowing her a kiss that sent her under the covers, flustered beyond belief. âRest up, my star!â
And as the door shut behind you, Mona clutched her head under the blankets as her face grew impossibly warm.Â
If itâs not this stupid sickness thatâll kill me, itâll be them, she thinks.
Time management has never been one of Sucroseâs strengths.
Like sand in an hourglass, time slipped by her quickly. Sucrose didnât mind though, as she found her work enjoyable. She got lost in conducting experiments and writing lab reports, passion and coffee being the only things that fuel her to work.Â
But whilst in the middle of her work, Sucrose often forgets to take care of herself. She began to favor coffee over sleeping, staying extra late at the lab so she could complete some âlast minuteâ work before she went home. The lunches you packed for her were left forgotten in her office until the next day, the smell being so pungent she could smell it the moment she enters the room. And donât even try to ask Sucrose when was the last time she drank water, because she doesnât know the answer herself.
With these working conditions Sucrose put herself through, it was only inevitable for her to get sick.Â
You had to drag her back into bed when she tried to go to work, stuffed up nose and weary eyed. She was insistent that she was fine, despite the snot that threatened to dribble out of her nose. But after a convincing offer of some well deserved rest and relaxation, Sucrose reluctantly agreed.
âMâfine,â she grumbled, squinting up at you in bed. âDonât worry about me.â
You felt her forehead and chewed your lip in worry. âYouâre hot.â
Sucrose pulled the covers up to her head, whining beneath the covers. âDonât tease me when Iâm sick!â You saw her pretty amber eyes and smirked. âStop that!â
âOh, you know I didnât mean it that way,â you frowned. But then you perked up and grinned, âbut I will say, you do look reallyââ
âAh! Thatâs enough out of you,â Sucrose interjected, furrowing her brows.
âIâm sorry, baby,â you cooed. You bent down and hugged her through the covers. âIâm just speaking the truth, yâknow?â
âArgh, cut it out! My brainâs all mushy gushy already,â she complained. âDonât need you to make me all mushy and gushy, too.â
You chuckled. âAlright, alright. Iâll go easy on ya, deal?â
Sucrose let the covers down to her chin and nodded. Her face was flushed pink. She shuddered underneath the covers and bundled up more, making your heart tighten. Poor thing, is all you can think as you caress her cheek.
Sucrose nuzzled into your hand, her eyelashes fluttering close. âMm, honey?â
âYes?â
âYouâre⊠youâre not mad at me, right?â
You frowned. âMad at you? Angel, what for?â
Sucrose looked away from you and mumbled, âFor not taking care of myself. I know you have better things to doââ
ââthan take care of my sick girlfriend? Nonsense.â You leaned down and gave her temple a quick peck. âDonât fret your pretty little head over that, angel. Now, get some sleep for me, okay?â
Sucrose nodded slowly, turning over to sleep on her preferred side. âOkay. Iâll try.â
You smiled and got up to leave, already planning some sort of dish that could help Sucrose feel better.
âWait!â
You turned around and looked at her. Sucrose had sat up in bed quickly, still clutching onto the covers of your shared bed.Â
âI just wanted to say thank you for doing all this,â she said. âAnd⊠and I love you, a lot.â
Your heart sped up quickly, urging you to run over to her and kiss her all over her cute face. But instead, you take a deep breath and lean on the doorâs frame for a moment.Â
âI love you a lot, too, Sucrose. Now, get some rest.â
Time and time again, Albedo tried to reassure you that he couldnât get sick. Heâs made out of limestone, for goodness sake! There is no way he could possibly be ill, Dragonspineâs freezing weather conditions be damned. So, really, there is absolutely no reason to worry your pretty little head over your boyfriend.
Until there is, in the form of Albedo greeting you with a pair of rosy cheeks and a sniffy nose after spending a week in Dragonspine alone.Â
Heâs more than aware that his current state is⊠quite pitiful, safe to say. As soon as he landed on your doorstep, you practically cradled him into your arms and swaddled him in blankets. The whole experience was infantilizing and slightly frustrating, as Albedo kept wanting to assure you he would be fine. Though, he would like to secretly admit that this feeling of being pampered wasnât too bad, after all.
âGood morning, love,â you greeted from the doorway to your shared bedroom. You nudged the door open with your foot, smiling bright when you saw your boyfriend snuggled up into bed, begrudgingly.
âGood morning,â he mumbled. He raised his brow at the tray you carried. âWhatâs that?â
You sat down, gently, on the bed and placed it on Albedoâs lap, once he sat up. âYour breakfast. I made sure to make you something thatâll warm you up from the inside out.â
He gave you a strange look, as though he was analysing your actions. It almost made your heart sink.
âWhatâs that look for?â you asked, sheepishly.
Albedo blinked and then blushed, suddenly realising he was caught up in staring at you. âSorry. I was just expecting a cheeky âI told you so.ââ
âOh,â you sighed, furrowing your brow as you recounted the many times you nagged at him to stay warm whilst away in Dragonspine. âWell, believe it or not, Iâm not as petty as you think I am.â
âThatâs not what I meantââ
You pecked his cheek and smiled. âI know. Donât worry about silly things like that, alright? I want you to rest up and feel better, love.â
âIâll try.â
You gave him a warning look.
âI will,â he corrected himself, quickly. âIâll rest after I eat breakfast.â
You smiled, titling your head up in victory. âGood. Now, Iâll just be in the other room. If you need anything, just call me. Okay, Albedo?â
He nodded, his focus now on pushing his food around on the plate. âYes, dear. Thank you for this meal.â
âAnything for you, my love,â you winked at him. âNow, eat up. You need all the energy you can get.â
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#wheeler's works#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin one shots#genshin x reader one shots#mona x reader#sucrose x reader#albedo x reader#albedo hurt/comfort#mona hurt/comfort#sucrose hurt/comfort#romance#reverse hurt/comfort
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I am a god this might be the single best thing I've created (inspo under cut)
#He yaps so hard in the teams groupchat I just know it#my fucking hand hurts but this is my mona lisa magnum opus#also yuqi's a huge ass bumblebee fan so I had to#transformers prime#transformers#tfp bumblebee#transformers prime bumblebee#tf bumblebee#I love bullying him he's my comfort#transformers fanart#maccadam#song yuqi
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waiter waiter!!! more character feeling like they're just a burden to those around them and overworking themself to the point of exhaustion to prove their worth not just to others but themselves please!!!!
#bonus points if i get hurt/comfort of said people around them taking care of them afterwards#and affirming that no they are not in fact A burden#sorry having thoughts rn. this is very specifically about ryoko mona and yasmin (ocs)#writing#character writing#text tag
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I love Raphmona and I love Rasey, but as much as I love turning ships into polycules as an indecisive multishipper, these are 2 ships that I can NOT see working out as a polycule
Casey would try to flirt with Mona like Raph and theyâd just respond with:
#I love them separately donât get me wrong#Raphmona is peak strong malewife x stronger girlboss energy + good fluff and angst potential#Rasey has SO MUCH potential fluff angst AND hurt/comfort not to mention their already great dynamic#theyâre just 2 of the few ships that I enjoy separately more than together#Mona would see Caseyâs cringefail personality and bite his arm off Iâm sorry#I saw this tumblr post and I IMMEDIATELY made this image cuz it just describes my thought process perfectly#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2k12#tmnt2012#2012 tmnt#tmnt12#tmnt raphael#tmnt mona lisa#tmnt casey jones#raphmona#rasey
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Hyunjin fic tonight maybe?
Eh I'll see if I can complete homework on time
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A Sextant's Narrow View
A Jean/Mona Genshin Fanfic
In the few short months they'd spent together, Mona's ego had blown up like a slime balloon. It could not be helped! Master Jean seemed determined to note every idea, every insight or application of skill Mona displayed and express her admiration for each in turn. The problem only compounded as time passed â each instance of praise from the Grand Master turned Mona into a giddy idiot who only worked harder to impress.
But⊠it wasn't a huge deal, right? Why not appreciate the appreciation? It's not like the praise was unwarrantedâŠ
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On a trip down the mountain, Mona's self-control falls to pieces around the Grand Master.
Read it on Ao3!
This fic is set a few months after the events of A Prophesied Monsoon, but before Mona and Jean are together together. It also takes place after the events of the accompanying Mona POV fic to Debris in a Dust Devil, which I, uh⊠haven't written yet, hence the short prologue.
Headcanon timelines sure are fun until you have to actually write the fics haha god I'm a twit
#genshin impact#fanfic#my fics#jeanmona#jean gunnhildr#mona megistus#pre relationship#hurt comfort#hurt protection? is that a thing#Mona's ego leads her to do silly things around Jean#wonder why
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synopsis: how they react when they find out youâve never had a date on valentineâs day
based on the prompt: âyouâve never had a valentineâs date?â
characters: diluc, kaeya, mona, zhongli, xiao, kujou sara, kazuha, itto, tighnari, cyno, and childe x gn! reader (separately)
warnings: fluff, a bit of angst in some of them, these are meant to be pre-relationship but you can interpret them how you want
notes: releasing this a day early because i know iâll forget about it tomorrow lmao. also i was gonna do more for this than just a bullet scenario, but then i realized there was only like a week left until valentineâs when i wrote this so i couldnât do anything big đ but i did really like this prompt so enjoy!
diluc:
his facial expression contorts into one of confusion as he wipes the inside of the glass in his hand
youâre sitting in front of him, legs crossed one over the other as they dangle over the barstool youâre on. your head rests in your hand innocently, as if what you had just said hadnât affected you at all
youâve never had a valentineâs date?
no. diluc just canât accept it, at least, thatâs what he decides as he puts the glass down and starts to remove his apron
before you know it, his hands are gripping yours, pulling you out the door and into the now sunset painted city you called your home
valentineâs wasnât over yet, and diluc was sure as hell going to make sure you got that date
kaeya:
he laughs, his smile wide and his eyes teasing as he blinks through his tears
but then he sees the way you grimace and your eyes look anywhere but at him. he sees a sense nervousness and embarrassment wash over every inch of your face
he feels awful
kaeya hadnât meant anything bad by his laughter. truthfully, he thought you were joking with him because, how could someone so utterly beautiful in every which way, someone so full of life, someone so perfect never have been asked on a date on valentines?
you were all he had ever wanted and more, and yet you werenât even his
apologies come flying out of his mouth for a solid two minutes before you assure him itâs okay and, as expected, that stupid smirk appears on his face again
his hand is latching onto yours as he leans in close, asking you to join him on a date so he could make it up to you
and although he seems rather nonchalant on the outside, his heart is beating rapidly on the inside, begging you to accept so he could finally make you his
mona:
her mouth falls open at the sound of your response to the question
then it shutsâŠand then it opens again
meanwhile, you have to keep yourself from laughing too hard because of the way she currently resembles a fish
she huffs as she ignores your muffled laughter and tosses the pen she had been writing with to the side and gathers her papers on her desk
youâre still laughing, but her face is as serious and determined as ever
and before you know it, you were getting dragged out of her room and into yours. and your best friend tells you to get ready, as glammed up or as comfortable as you want
she was going to take you out on the best damn date of your life and maybe, just maybe, finally confess her feelings to you
zhongli:
his eyes widen in shock and he immediately sets his tea down to clasp his hands together
heâs silent, thinking carefully about what to say to your response to his question. honestly, he looks like someone had just murdered his grandma
deep down, he wants to ask why
but he doesnât want to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad never having a date on valentineâs
his hand aches to reach for yours and hold it tight in his. secure it with all his adoration and love for you, make you realize heâd do anything to take you on a date â valentines or otherwise
slowly, his eyes reach back up to meet yours and he stands, unclasping his hands and extending one out for you to hold
âif you do not mind, i would like to have the pleasure of being your first valentineâs date. and, perhaps if you enjoy it, you would consider allowing me to take you out again.â
xiao:
he scoffs â why were you even telling him this anyway? he didnât even like valentineâs day so what does this have to do with him?
yet, he doesnât miss the way his heart seems to skip a beat before pounding furiously against his chest
was he angry? upset? emotional? sad? he wasnât sure but, whatever it was, it was not a good feeling
he masks whatever emotion it was and displays the most neutral expression he could come up with
because, no, xiao is not jealous and most definitely does not care
yet, as much as the adeptus claimed to hate valentineâs day, he couldnât help but feel the slightest bit interested if it means he gets to spend the day with you
his eyes avoid yours and a small blush crosses his face as he offers a proposition:
âif you would likeâŠmaybe you could spend the day with me?â
kujou sara:
her arms cross as she leans sideways against the wall, staring directly at you as she scoffs
âwho wouldnât want to take you out on a date?â
shit
the general definitely did not mean to say that out loud
suddenly, sheâs standing upright and stuttering left and right as you stand in front of her in shock
her hands are waving in front of her face sporadically as she desperately tries to explain herself
but then your silence turns into laughter and it feels like the world around her completely stops as you reassure her that itâs okay and that youâre actually quite flattered
embarrassed as she is, sara sighs and stares at anywhere but you, âi know itâs your favorite, so meet me at uyuu restaurant at 7 tonight. please donât make me regret this.â
kazuha:
he offers a gentle smile and covers your hand in his own
âthatâs okay, neither have i.â
youâre quick to ask him why, but heâs quick enough to ask you the same
youâre dumbfounded, but argue that you asked him first. and he explains, saying that heâs always preferred the wind and spending his time in nature rather than out on silly dates
and your eyes loose their shine a little, not only upset because you have to talk about the fact that no one had ever asked you on a valentineâs day before, but also because it meant you likely wouldnât have the chance to ever go out with him
and he notices, because thatâs just how kazuha is
âjust because i said i donât prefer to go on dates, doesnât mean i donât enjoy them. in fact, i would greatly appreciate it if you would join me at chinju forest later today. perhaps we could have a picnic and enjoy the scenery together?â
itto:
he gasps loudly, almost as if heâs in a horror movie and the killer just found him
it scares you at first, thinking that his sudden expression was not in reaction to your response, but then you realize itto was in fact reacting to you
itâs just his dramatic nature
his hand is over his heart and his eyes are shut, acting as if heâs in pain
âoh no! no, no, no! this just wonât do!â
and you laugh whole heartedly at him. a smile irresistibly tugs at your lips and your eyes are all wrinkled
and when you recover, ittoâs looking at you with the brightest, most fondest look you think youâve ever seen in your life
and it hits you: he was trying to make you laugh so that you wouldnât feel bad
and then heâs all serious, but you can tell heâs really just nervous, âuh, hey listen, i can take you outâŠbut only if you want! not that you have to or anything â no, no that would be uhâŠyeah!â
tighnari:
âvalentineâs day is a rather trivial holiday. thereâs no need to be so upset about never having had a date.â
your eyes fall to your hands as he says those words. not that he sees of course, seeing as heâs turned around at his desk, writing away at some papers
âyeah, no! i get it, youâre right,â you say. but your words donât match your tone, and you hate how quick tighnari is to pick up on it
he sighs and turns around, still fiddling with the pen in his hand, but you donât meet his eyes
you knew he didnât mean it in a bad way, thatâs just who he is, but you couldnât help the hurt you felt when he spoke
and then he sighs again. although, this time a small, but genuine, smile graces his expression, âif a date is what will make you happy, then i would happily take some time off from work.â
cyno:
heâs hesitant to respond
not because he finds it appalling that youâve never had a date on valentineâs day, but because heâs simply not well versed in relationships or emotional comfort in general
his eyes stay focused on the ground and his fingers tighten against the barrel of his polearm
heâs so quiet that youâre not even sure he heard your response
and he continues to think for a few more moments before huffing and just saying everything outright
overthinking wasnât the mahamatraâs style
so he asks you out to dinner that night. not out of pity either, just simply because thatâs what cyno wanted
sure he wasnât a fan of the holiday, but his feelings for you are certainly enough to make him want to celebrate it
childe:
his hand is intertwined with yours as you walk together down the streets of liyue
âwait so, youâve never had a valentineâs date before? as in, this is literally your first one ever?â
you donât respond. instead, you stare at the buildings around you and all the other couples adorning the different restaurants and gift shops
childe isnât stupid. he sees the way you get uncomfortable and instantly regrets making the comment
he speaks softly, âiâm honored, you know? besides, you couldnât get a better first date than me.â
youâre slapping his arm in a matter of seconds, trying to hold back your laugh, but acting angry nonetheless
but then youâre laughing together and you realize, yeah, it really couldnât get any better than him
#genshin#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact fanfiction#genshin valentineâs#diluc x reader#kaeya x reader#mona x reader#zhongli x reader#xiao x reader#kujou sara x reader#kazuha x reader#itto x reader#tighnari x reader#cyno x reader#childe x reader#that last line in childeâs pained me to write#you really can do a lot better than him đ
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BOY NEXT DOOR 11 - ( c.s )
part ten
summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. heâs effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but heâs also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.
warnings- swearing, starts fluffy (borderline cringe but get over it) and then smurtyyy baby ITS THE FINALE so enjoy
a/n: wow, a chapter coming to a close. you may get an epilogueâŠyou may notâŠonly time will tell. thank you to anyone who has supported me in general and especially on this specific series!! i had such a fun time with this concept and appreciate yall sticking it out with me fr <3
youâre really regretting your promise to chris now. itâs a day later and thereâs less than an hour until the game, which is heightening your nerves like nothing else. you smooth your shaky hands over your sweatshirt, continually glancing over at your bed.
his jersey rests there, crisp and clean. it smells like him too; you picked up on the familiar scent when you were holding it in your hands earlier.
he left it in your mailbox, shooting you a vague text before heading up to the arena. though he didnât tell you what he put in there in his message, you already knew. and youâve been wrestling with how you want to play this ever since.
you got so comfortable wearing his stuff, especially to games, that it kind of feels weird not to. but you have a feeling that a lot more people know about what happened than you initially expected, which scares the shit out of you.
you suppose you have to get a little uncomfortable, though. itâs been so long since youâve felt this way, since someoneâs excited you, or even hurt you like this.
and it fucking sucked to be so disappointed. but you never ever thought you would bear witness to chris sturniolo saying his first real i love you, especially to you. it was maybe the one thing he couldâve done to convince you, because it was just so unexpected.
you already knew you loved him, so getting that confirmation from him first was huge.
you blow out a breath, still so antsy as you twist around, watching your reflection with a fierce intensity. nothing youâve tried feels right, and itâs beyond frustrating.
just put it on. whatâs the harm?
youâre tearing your hoodie off a moment later, tossing it to the floor as you reach for his jersey. it slips over your head perfectly, wrapping you in subtle hints of his cologne as you adjust it on your shoulders.
you canât help but smile slightly as you glance in the mirror; if you ignore reality enough, it almost seems like youâre the same person you were a month ago; a blissfully ignorant girl supporting the boy she cared about.
cares about, your brain autocorrects you.
you never really stopped. you wouldnât have gone over to his house yesterday in the first place if you truly had.
âhey, are you almostââ ramona stops dead in her tracks when she looks up from her feet, seeing you standing in the number 3.
youâre immediately ashamed, for whatever reason, like she caught you doing something wrong. part of it does feel wrong, and youâre about to say so. but then she smiles, like really smiles, and clasps her hands together happily. âfinally!â
the reaction shocks you, to say the least, and you know itâs written all over your face. you shake your head a little, trying to find some way to ask her what she possibly means by that.
mona rolls her eyes at you playfully. âwhat, you thought i wouldnât support you?â
you shrug, mouth still parted in surprise. youâre kind of smiling though; youâre happy she feels this way, you just werenât necessarily expecting it.
plus, you didnât actually tell them how you felt when you gave them the rundown last night after the bars, so neither of them couldâve known what you were experiencing. for the most part you were acting like it was strictly business or something, which couldnât be further from the truth.
âi donât know what i thought, to be honest.â you finally say, shifting around on your feet uncomfortably.
âwhy didnât you tell me?â
you sigh and mess with your hair a bit. âbecause itâs not, like, official or anything, and iâm still not even sure i want to wear this to the game. i was just putting it on, i guess.â
she nods, and youâre waiting for her to say more, but she doesnât. ramona just walks over, pulling you into her arms without another word.
youâre once again stunned, but in a pleasantly unanticipated way. youâre beyond tired of crying, but these tears are different. theyâre happy, because you can feel your heart mending, and mona knows that too.
âyou took the time, and i think youâre ready to forgive, angel. i can see it every time i look at you, that youâre still thinking of him, and thatâs okay. heâs clearly been a fucking wreck, and i honestly believe he loves you because he would never utter those words if he didnât.â she laughs into your hair slightly, and you can hear the emotion in her voice.
despite everything, you let out a breathy chuckle too. âyouâre amazing, you know that? i really lucked the hell out with you.â
she pulls away, still smiling despite her shining eyes. you dab at your own, trying your best not to ruin the makeup you had so carefully applied half an hour earlier.
âi love you forever. cass and i just want to see you happy and i think being with him is what you want. so if it really is, you should wear it.â ramona gives the jersey a little tug.
you know youâre going to now, and you decide you donât care what anyone else thinks about it. itâs between you and him, and if the people you trust most support you, then nothing else matters.
âiâŠi will. and thanks, really. you always help clear my head.â you nudge her a little with a grin.
âof course,â she wraps a hand around your arm so she can start pulling you toward the door, ânow hurry up, because weâre on the verge of being late and cass is waiting!â
being away from the rink this long makes the lights somehow feel a hundred times brighter. theyâre beating down on you as you and your roommates make your way to your seats, the same ones that youâd become accustomed to ever since that first game.
itâs been a while since youâve felt quite this many eyes on you, and itâs insanely unsettling. you focus on navigating the steps below you, because you know if you donât youâll fall and make yourself look even worse.
itâs at least loud, considering theyâve got all the music going for warm ups. youâre glad you canât hear the crowd of students whispering about how pathetic you are, or how stupid youâre acting.
maybe itâs true, but youâre beyond that now. youâre willing to get hurt again, even though you hope with all of your heart that the day never comes, because youâll regret it forever if you donât try.
people make mistakes. but they only get one chance to make it up in your book, and this is chrisâs chance.
so you square your shoulders and try to wear the jersey with pride as you guys finally arrive in the front row, even though itâs difficult to act confident.
fake it till you make it, or whatever they say.
your eyes find him skating around almost immediately, like theyâre just naturally drawn in his direction. you suppose that it shouldnât be surprising, at least not after watching so many games.
the way he moves is different; heâs smooth, always one step ahead, like heâs playing an entirely different game. itâs easy to spot, because heâs somehow the most fluid and the most aggressive on the ice.
you watch as chris skates back to the blue line, circling their half of the rink while they all take practice shots. thatâs when he looks over at your section, and you can see the relief wash over his face when he spots you.
he nods, and you can see a devilish smile forming on his face as he snaps the puck into the net once again. it makes you uneasy when the rest of the team starts to glance at you as well, only to look toward one another after like some sort of signal.
you try to shake it, pretend like your gut is completely wrong, and for a couple minutes you can. they stretch and do more drills and everything seems normal, or as normal as it can be right now.
until they all slow down, gathering around the bench one by one to create a warped huddle. the opposing team is skating off of the ice now with five minutes left of warmups, and youâve never been more on edge. mona and cass arenât paying enough attention, so when you look at them in alarm, theyâre purely concerned.
âwhat? why does your face look like that?â cassidy questions.
before you can even begin to explain the weird feeling thatâs settled in your bones, the entire BU team breaks as the lights shut off. you can hear the confused murmuring of the fans over the music, which is fading out slowly now.
each of them line up, getting into position as if theyâve practiced a hundred times, forming a pyramid shape in the middle of the ice. chris stands alone in the front, and thereâs a microphone in his hand, andâoh god, fuck.
seconds later the spotlight flares over to shine on him, and even though you know thereâs no way he can actually see with it directly in his eyes, it still feels like heâs looking right at you.
you watch him gulp nervously, and youâre just as terrified of whatever is coming next.
âuhâhi everyone. iâm your captain, chris, and i wanted to thank each and everyone one of you for coming out tonight.â he starts off, trying to brush away his fear.
though the crowd is still obviously confused, theyâre applauding regardless due to their special recognition. on the other hand remain completely still, trying to avoid panicking so publicly.
âwhat the fuck is he doing?â mona whisper shouts in your direction, and all you can do is shrug even though you know where heâs going with this.
somehow, you can just feel it in your gut.
âseriously, you guys are beyond amazing. youâre the reason playing here is so incredible,â chris smiles charmingly as the noise dies down, pausing dramatically for a moment before continuing, âbut iâm actually standing out here tonight like an idiot because thereâs somebody in this crowd that i need to apologize to.â
your stomach falls to your feet, and you canât do anything besides stare out across the rink at him. heâs looking your way again, brilliant blue gaze still able to pick up on exactly where you are, and you feel a shock course through your veins.
âi did wrong by her, and iâve been kicking myself every day since. sheâs the most radiant and passionate person in every room, and sheâs also the only reason iâm even here in this arena today. the truth is that i love her, which is why i think itâs time to turn the tables and embarrass myself a little bit to prove that. plus you guys get a heck of a show in the process.â he jokes, earning some apprehensive chuckles in response.
chris clears his throat, trying not to let his voice crack. despite what you think, he actually can see you through the brightness, which makes his heart leap to his throat. âso to the girl of my dreams, iâm sorry. and i hope this shows you that i meant it when i said iâd never stop fighting.â
every single part of you is screaming in a way you canât explain; youâre completely entranced, but in the same way that people canât look away from a car crash.
the audience chatters as the lights go out again, but it doesnât take long before ain't too proud to beg starts playing to cut them off. you recognize it immediately, and now you canât help but crack a smile.
this was the song you listened to most when youâd drive around in his car, singing along together with the heat blasting on your way to nowhere in particular. you canât hear it anymore without thinking about him.
the stadium ignites in a dreamy red glow, and each member of the team begins skating in slow circles, kicking their feet out lightly to the rhythm. chris remains up front, gliding around as if heâs walking on clouds.
he tries not to look at you too much, because this moment is about putting himself on display, but his attention darts to you every couple of seconds. youâre clearly stunned, but he sees the small grin on your lips, and that lights the fire he needs to go all out.
âi know you wanna leave me, but i refuse to let you go,â chris begins, voice surprisingly strong as he glides around, âif i have to beg nâplead for your sympathy, i donât mind âcause you mean that much to me.â
you can hear people starting to sing along, and you amaze yourself by joining in for the chorus as well. cassidy and ramona sway beside you, both shaking you lightly as they try to contain their shrieks of delight.
âainât too proud to beg, and you know it, please donât leave me girl.â he belts out, unable to contain his happiness when he sees your reaction.
his team continues to dance on the rest of the ice, leaving the middle for him as they goof off, each adding their own personal flair to the simple choreography. you laugh when you see connor and ben doing the robot at each other, simply because they look so damn stupid.
âainât too proud to plead, baby baby, please donât leave me girl.â chris holds the mic between both palms, shaking his hands in prayer as he skates backwards suavely.
the beat swells as the jazz blares through the speakers, and they all line up across the center of the ice. there are tears in your eyes as chris joins them, arms all linked over each others shoulders as they begin a rockette kick line.
despite how insanely unsafe it probably is to do on skates, theyâre all killing it. the whole stadium is roaring now; laughter, cheers, chanting along, you name it. youâre amazed, eyes flashing along with the glowing atmosphere.
having him serenade you with this song, in front of all of these people, is something you never thought possible.
thereâs an exhilarated expression on his face, still completely focused on you as he sings his heart out, and it makes you completely weak. his defined features are as striking as ever, cheeks flushed slightly from the adrenaline of it all.
heâs the same handsome boy you thought you knew, and yet here he is, surprising you again.
youâre bouncing around as the song nears the end, only for chris to come skating forward from the others so he can slide on his knees across the rink, headed your way. itâs so dramatic and so fucking silly that youâve got a stitch in your side from laughing.
for a moment you just look at each other, separated only by the plexiglass wall, and everything else in your mind quiets. you no longer hear the anxious thoughts, or the crowd, or even your friends screaming beside you.
chrisâs chest heaves as he finally relaxes, lowering his outstretched arms so that he can shrug bashfully, as if heâs asking you what you think.
you shrug back, but youâre beaming so hard that your true feelings are on display regardless. you can see his matching teary eyes, and truly for the very first time, neither of you care about anyone else.
heâs fucking whipped, and heâll tell everyone in the world without a second thought. youâre certain of that now, and so is he.
finally, chris pushes himself up and holds the mic back to his mouth, one arm out as he waves to the sea of people. âthank you everyone! get loud tonight, and as always go terriers!â
they all skate off the ice, and you see his friends embracing him in excitement as they head back to the locker room. chris takes one final look over his shoulder, and you give him a wave of encouragement.
he disappears and your attention finally turns to your friends, their mouths still hanging open from the rather electrifying show.
âi canât believeâŠi mean he justâŠâ cassidy tries to form a sentence, but ends up pressing a hand to her lips instead.
âthat kid is so fucking in love with you, wow.â ramona giggles to herself.
youâre about to object, but you know sheâs right. and after that display, thereâs certainly no point in arguing about it, because then youâd just be giving some shitty explanation.
before you can even start babbling, your phone vibrates in your pocket and you freeze again. you know who it is, but your heart is pounding against your ribcage as you check anyways.
chris
weâll talk after?
it's the first text from him in weeks that youâre going to respond to, the first of many you suppose. that makes you smile as you type out an answer.
y/n
only if you win :)
and he does. he does win. in fact, chris went out there and played probably the best game of his entire career.
a hat trick, which heâs never done in his life, all for you.
the team is electric, and he knows the party will be coming back to his place as they all rage in the locker room after the game. it was incredible, and this moment with them is great, but the only person he wants to see is you.
so he slips into the hallway, already dialing your number as the door finally swings shut to contain some of the noise.
you pick up on the first ring.
âi won.â chris states immediately, and he can hear the grin in his own voice.
âyou did.â you respond.
itâs a lame attempt at being coy, and you both know it. he leans his shoulder up against the wall, shaking his head even though you canât see it.
âthree goals was pretty impressive, huh? probably worth talking to me over, at least in my opinion.â chris teases, and your laugh gives him butterflies.
you glance over at your friends, who try to look busy as you all wait for the bus, though itâs very clear that theyâre trying to eavesdrop. âi canât disagree there, captain.â
he snorts before he can help it. âso does that mean youâre coming over?â
it seems like an eternity before you answer, even though itâs maybe five seconds total. âyeah, iâll see you at home.â
when chris confronts the locker room once more he tries to part ways with everyone graciously, but they can see through him. he canât get out of there quick enough, and yet everyone is just as excited to watch him leave.
none of them have ever seen him like this. heâs never seen himself like this, and despite being horrified of that in the past, thereâs nothing holding him back anymore.
he tries not to get too antsy on the drive home, and youâre buzzing equally as much as you chat with your friends.
chris keeps working himself up even thinking about being close to you, about actually getting to belong to you. heâs missed having you in his hands, in the most innocent and sinful ways possible.
he beats you back by a few minutes, so he hangs around in the front yard like a dog, kicking at the dirt to try and distract himself.
by the time you come walking down the street, laughing along with cassidy and ramona, he feels like his heart is going haywire. your face coming into focus under the street light only makes it worse, because you look so damn perfect.
when you catch sight of him your expression transforms immediately; youâre somehow more visibly timid, but he can also tell that youâre dying to speak.
ââsup chris?â cassidy nods, arms crossed over her chest as she turns with ramona toward their house.
âpleasure to see you ladies again.â he charms, giving a little two finger salute.
they both giggle and wave him off, whispering amongst themselves as they leave the two of you alone. its just like his first time ever laying eyes on you, because heâs equally as entranced as he was three years ago.
âhey.â he takes a couple steps forward, hands still in his pockets.
you can tell heâs actually a bit reserved, which surprises you. chris has always been good at reading you, at calling you out, and itâs hard to believe that he canât pick up on the fact that youâre so far beyond gone.
âhi there.â you smile and get a little closer, and he almost falls to his knees.
a few more paces forward and youâd be face to face, so close that his nose would probably brush against yours. so he moves, one foot at a time, just to give you the opportunity to say no.
but you donât, and you know that you never will, so you ask him the one question on your mind. âdo you really want to talk?â
chris blushes for what seems like the millionth time, shaking his head slowly.
âwhat do you think?â
heâs towering over you a bit now, stopped only a couple inches away to keep some semblance of space. you donât want it, and he doesnât either, so you reel him flush against you by the waistband of his sweats.
âi think you should tell me you love me one more time.â you tease, drinking in the intoxicating smell of that goddamn dior.
chris leans in the rest of the way so his mouth is hovering over yours, even though itâs suffocating to do so. âi love you. iâll say it as many times as ya like, princess.â
your stomach is flipping. you canât help it anymore.
so you kiss him. you wrap your arm around his torso and you pull him as close as possible and you just fucking kiss him.
heâs already melting into you, hand tangling in your hair instinctively to tug. itâs sloppy, heated, everything youâve been holding back for weeks. tasting your signature chapstick is enough to get him all bothered, to the point where itâs embarrassing.
itâs the start of something new, all while youâre standing in the same fucking driveway where this really began.
you pull away completely breathless, though you donât wait to slip your hand into his. chris stumbles slightly over his feet as you pull him along, a little taken aback by the change in pace.
âwhat, canât keep up?â you joke as you ascend the porch with him in tow.
he finds his balance quickly, though, hot on your heels now. his palm comes down to slap your ass playfully as youâre headed through the front door and you shriek out a laugh.
âi do just fine, thank you very much.â
heâs quick to reattach himself to you, so quick in fact that youâre barely able to close the door behind you.
itâs honestly hard to even get up to his room because of how much heâs all over you; kissing your neck from behind, running his hands over waist, dragging his fingers up and down every part of your body.
chris has missed you for too long to let any second go to waste. youâre giggling in between tiny little breaths of pleasure, attempting to hold them back some, but he wants to hear more.
you carelessly stagger into his room and he kicks the door shut behind him before breaking away. chris finally takes a moment to pause so that he can turn you around and admire you.
âyou know what you do to me in that jersey, seeing you out there wearing my name.â chris growls, sliding his hands underneath the synthetic material to grip your warm skin.
you push your hips to him harder, smirking when you feel his hard-on press against your lower stomach. âmhmm, you gonna do anything about it before everyone gets back?â
his hands travel higher at this, skimming up the sides of your body as it bunches up around your chest. you get the message, so you lift your arms to help him take it off only for him to toss it to the floor a second later.
âfuck âemâŠi wanna take my time with you.â chris brushes your hair over your shoulder gently.
you try not to shiver. the anticipation is killing you as he cups the side of your neck, forcing you to retreat slowly until your legs meet his bed. his chest rises and falls heavily while he looks at you, familiarizing himself with every detail again.
you take the next step and sink down, laying your back against the mattress. your hair is like a halo around you, and chris shakes his head slightly.
his knee comes in between your legs to make room for himself, and youâre turned on just watching him devour you with his eyes.
âyâlook like a fuckinâ angel.â he sighs, planting his arms by your shoulders so he can hover above you now.
you tilt your head, daring him to capture your lips again. âyou gonna treat me like one?â
âlong as you act like one.â he taunts back.
without a second thought you fasten your legs around his waist, pulling him right against your core so you can really feel. those tight little yoga pants donât hide your warmth, and chris lets out an involuntary groan.
âfine, have it your way.â
he shifts his weight so he can wrap one hand around your throat, and the pressure is so enjoyable that you place your own palm over his to let him know it.
your other one travels to the back of his head, gripping his roots as his mouth connects with your neck harshly.
heâs leaving his mark again, not caring how childish it is to be putting hickies in this spot specifically. chris wants everyone to see them, to know that itâs real this time, and youâre his.
you selfishly donât care either. neither of you have said the words yet, but youâre together, and it excites you that everyone will be able to look at the proof.
he lingers in every spot, working his way to your collarbone as he rocks against you. youâre a whining mess, his hard bulge rubbing against your center perfectly, and it only gets worse when the fingers around your neck move to squeeze your tits.
the fact that your bra is unlined makes it even more arousing, the lace brushing against your hardened nipple as he pinches one between his pointer and middle.
âmissed you so much.â he grumbles, his hot breath fanning across your skin while he drags his lips down further, sliding his body through your legs, âyou were driving me insane.â
the kisses he presses against your stomach makes you tense slightly from the sheer amount of butterflies. chris gets closer and closer to the top of your pants, lowering his body far enough to kneel at the side of his bed.
he finally abandons his position briefly so he can look up at you through his lashes. youâve never seen a prettier goddamn sight.
âtell me you need me, baby.â he challenges, and youâre dying to have him touching you again in any way.
âi need you, chris. so bad, please.â you beg, squirming slightly to try to get closer.
but he keeps you where you are, slowly pulling the silky material down your hips, mouth trailing along every part of you as he goes. you gasp at the sensation, only unhooking your ankles for a second to allow him to fully tug them off.
he doesnât hesitate before he clutches the outside of both of your legs and tugs you toward his face, keeping them planted around his shoulders as his elbows dig into the mattress.
âthatâs what i thought.â chris smirks, leaving more tantalizing kisses up the middle of your thighs.
your breath hitches the closer he gets, his stubble scraping your skin slightly as he ventures on. your fingers tangle in his roots when his lips finally trace along the seam of your panties, which are already humiliatingly damp.
one of his hands reaches further over your hips to shove them to the side, and feeling his fingers brush you even slightly makes you shudder just a bit.
âfucking do something.â youâre the one pleading now, though not as publicly.
chrisâs laugh fans across your wetness, and goosebumps crawl their way up your skin.
âbeen waiting for those words.â
finally, he presses his lips against your core and you mutter a soft incoherent curse. his tongue slips out to glide across the delicate skin, for just long enough that your back arches off of the comforter.
he groans and you feel it vibrating right through you. chris has been craving you for so long, and he wasnât sure heâd ever be in this position again.
heâs already completely pussy-drunk, because his plan was to draw it out, really make you tick. but he canât hold back; he got a taste and now heâs eating like itâs his last time, nose bumping your sensitive bud as he teases your entrance.
âshitâchris!â you cry out, gripping his hair harder in your knuckles.
he murmurs again in appreciation, because heâs always loved the feeling, and you quiver slightly from the sensation. itâs too much all at once and yet itâs never enough.
your legs instinctively tighten around his head as he works his tongue up and down fully, making sure he hits every tender spot over and over. itâs magic, however he does it.
you can feel the climax brewing in your stomach as your toes curl slightly, and chris notices your body beginning to shake more frequently.
it was gentle at first, but heâs since picked up the pace, forcing you to grind down on his face as he clutches your around his head. his fingers slide over a bit more, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves in consistent circles.
âoh fuck, gonna make me cum baby.â you barely manage to get it out between moans.
hearing you call him baby only spurs him on, his own erection begging to be freed as continues to work your cunt.
the combined pressure has you whimpering in satisfaction, head thrown back which you know is effectively messing up your hair. your eyes are screwed shut now, lips parted because you canât seem to stop making noise.
âthatâs it, sweetheart. you love my mouth so much, huh?â he pauses only for a second to goad, fingers still deliberately switching paces to draw out the ecstasy.
but then he buries his face again, flicking over your clit at the fastest speed of the night. itâs probably the most intense heâs ever been and you gasp, your breath catching in your throat before a loud whine escapes.
the stimulation is finally too much and you canât hold back, muscles constricting as you reach your high.
chris doesnât stop for the entire ride down, though his tongue does grow lazier as you finish for the first time of the night. he doesnât want to let go of you, finally breaking his contact with your core only to press his wet lips against the inside of your thighs once again.
âjesus christ.â you pant, finally releasing his fluffy hair from your grip.
he chuckles slightly, peppering kisses across your legs until heâs content. âmïżœïżœïżœnot done with you yet. strip.â
even though youâre still hazy from the first round, youâre surprisingly quick to follow direction. you arch your back more and unhook your frilly bra, chucking it somewhere behind you.
chris finally stands back up from his spot on the floor, and you make quick work pushing your underwear down your hips and kicking them off as he watches.
âlook whoâs finally listening.â he jokes with a grin.
you roll your eyes, and then a new impulse takes over; you want him to know who he belongs to now. so you sit up with him in between your legs, which surprises him enough that heâs still for a moment.
you take the opportunity to mess with the hem of his tee, slowly sliding your palms underneath and up his stomach.
âi showed you mine.â you hint, ghosting your lips over his now-exposed torso.
this time chris is the one obeying, pulling his shirt the rest of the way for you. his dick is right up against your chest, clearly straining through his sweats at this point.
you let your hands wander back down his body, nails skimming along his happy trail until you reach the top of his pants. heâs quick, yanking them down with his boxers and shoving both further away on his floor.
âreally wanna ride you.â you whisper, palming him just enough.
he groans at the gentleness of your touch; heâs extra sensitive now that heâs completely exposed. precum is already leaking from his tip, so you swipe your thumb across it and his hips buck a bit in response.
you slide the slick across his shaft, pumping slowly because itâs your turn to provoke him.
âiâd literally do anything you asked.â chris can hear how weak his voice is as he caresses your hair, and heâs genuinely concerned that his eyes have permanently become hearts.
you look up at him, craning slightly to rest your cheek in his palm, and he swears he could cum right then until you pull your hand away.
âlay down.â your voice is low, sultry, and heâs hypnotized.
all he can do is move on your command, shifting past you to sprawl out across his bed, erection slapping against his waist. he barely has time to settle on his pillows before youâre crawling his direction, tossing a leg over his lap so that you can straddle him.
chris hisses out a prayer, hands going to your hips as your wetness comes in contact with his. youâre hovering, enticing him even more as you lightly slide against his base.
âquitâaahhhâteasing me.â he hums, grinding his own erection up against you harder to try and help himself out.
âcanât handle it?â you smirk, even though the truth is that neither of you can bear the torment of taking it slow.
âyouâre a lot to handle.â
you know heâs messing around, but your palms press against his shoulders nonetheless so you can lift yourself a bit higher, which makes him whine in protest at the loss of contact.
you shake your head slightly, a patronizing grin finding finding its way to your face. âbetter get used to it, pretty boy.â
then one hand wraps around his pulsating cock, pressing his swollen head against your lips before you sink down onto it in its entirety. chris whimpers out a muddled sentence, and tight swears fumble out of your own throat as he stretches you out.
chris is overwhelmed by the rush of having you wrapped around him. you havenât even started moving; youâre just letting him take it in, the same way that you are as he floods your senses.
âso goddamn perfect for me, fill me up so good.â you praise, finally starting to rock your hips at a grating speed.
the compliment gets to his head, and he didnât think it was possible for you to turn him on more than you already do. heâs rutting into you seconds later, matching your pace instinctively just like you knew he would. youâve never been bare with him like this, and you lean into the thrill as much as possible.
the passionate tempo helps ease you into his size, though youâll admit youâve missed the delicious sensation of having to break yourself in.
chris chokes on his breath, his fingers digging into your sides hard enough now to leave a bruise. âholy shit.â
his words spur you on and you start to really bounce, skin slapping skin as you both try to contain the sounds of pure bliss falling past your lips.
you spread your legs even wider, which allows you to feel every bulging inch of him pounding into you. your nails rake down his abdomen, leaving little lines of red in their wake.
he canât get enough of the way you fold around him, and it finally crosses his mind that thereâs nothing protecting you.
âcondom.â chris grits through his teeth, not slowing his momentum despite what he just said.
âbuy me a plan b after, need you raw.â you reply quickly, voice pinched as your chest heaves.
youâve never been careless like this, and it definitely wonât happen again. but right now, having nothing standing between the two of you is all youâre craving. heâs relishing it, truly being skin to skin.
his hands travel to clutch the curve of your ass, helping slam you down so he can hit the right spot, and even now itâs still not close enough. he adores you too much; itâll never be enough, because heâs always going to want more.
heâs gasping at this point, trying to keep his eyes open just so he can watch you in all your glory. itâs dim in his room and youâre perfectly backlit, tits bouncing as your hair flits around your face.
youâre the most gorgeous thing heâs ever laid eyes on.
every stroke feels better than the last, and your stomach flips each time he drives himself into that sensitive area. youâre clenching hard now, tugging on his cock rhythmically to the point where heâs twitching inside.
âoh-h my god, fuckin love you. my pretty girl.â chris groans, addicted to the excitement of saying it out loud.
that familiar fire burns in your gut, somehow more fierce than the first. youâre tensing again, trying not to get too careless with your pace as your whimpers grow in intensity.
âmâcloseâi canâtâŠâ you stutter, brain jumbled with incoherent thoughts.
he props his own legs up slightly, using the last bit of his strength to buck into you. he draws out every last second, because heâd live right here forever if he could.
âgive it to me, princess, donât hold back.â chris prompts breathlessly, his vision blurring as his climax rapidly approaches.
your hips connect sloppily a few more times and it crashes over the both of you at once. the room echos with pants and moans of gratification, a thin layer of sweat painting your skin as you come down from your second orgasm of the night.
you feel him release too, painting your walls in a divine warmth that youâre not used to. youâre so strung out that even the tiniest bits of friction youâre still receiving have you gnawing on the inside of your cheek to control yourself.
finally both of your movements slow to a stop, letting the moment settle for a moment as you catch your breath.
youâre closer that you were before, practically chest to chest with him aside from your hands, so you tilt your forehead to his and give him a gentle peck.
âiâm obsessed.â he mumbles against your mouth before you pull away.
you smile, slowly shifting off of him so you can force yourself into the crook of his arm instead. âyouâre just figuring that out now?â
âi always knew, trust me.â chris banters, wrapping his bicep around you to pull you tighter against his side.
you sigh as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. âso this is real? weâre actually together?â
âif youâll have me, but iâm yours either way.â
heâs so open, so quick to admit how he actually feels, and itâs everything youâve been waiting for.
âgood, because iâm kind of in love with you and iâve never been a sharer.â
he chuckles at this, and it already feels so natural. everything has fallen into place, and you're just glad youâre not wasting any more time not experiencing this.
âbut youâre not fully forgiven until you buy me that plan b, seriously.â you poke his side playfully and this time you both laugh.
âi think i can make that happen.â chris responds sarcastically, unable to fight the permanent smile that seems to be taking over his features.
every part of him is so content, and itâs the most alive heâs ever been. you bring him to life.
heâs not sure heâll ever understand how he got lucky enough to fight his way back into your world, but heâll never take it for granted.
itâs always been you, the bewitching girl next door.
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"Tell us what we want to know, or he gets it." - Genshin Girls x Male!Reader
A/N: Trying a new format today - let me know if you would like to see more. Also, Reader is always the same species as the character in the pairing, ex.: Miko and a Kitsune Reader. Another thing, characters distinguished with color are those that would definetely act as described. Just thought I'd clear this up since many authors leave their readers guessing. Anyway, enjoy! CW: Angst, light whump. Mentions of torture without graphic descriptions, reader death.
She has been captured, and the enemy demands information. Before long, however, she sees you - opposite her and in the same chains...
Cracks Immediately
To be honest, they would have broken even without seeing you in danger. Though there are exceptions, most people - just like them - could not hold out under torture. Itâs not a reason to be ashamed - especially if it results in not a hair falling from your head. The situation was distressing enough on its own, but with you she falls into a desperate panic. Whatever needs to be said to keep you safe, sheâll say - even if it will have consequences. As soon as she can, she will hug you tightly, never wanting to let go again. Youâre her world, and her heart would fall to pieces if anything happened to you.
âWait! Iâll tell you everything, j-just donât hurt him!â
Characters: Furina, Noelle, Xiangling, Collei, Nilou, Sucrose, Fischl, Ganyu, Yoimiya, Kirara, Barbara, Xinyan, Yanfei, Yun Jin, Collei, Layla.
It's A Dealbreaker
Gritting their teeth and powering through torture, or at least trying to - that's what they did before you were introduced into the equation. They have secrets and ideas that they will protect with their life, but not yours. Never yours. They could never forgive themselves if they were the reason you suffered. But all of this, it's your fault. If you weren't so lovely, kind and caring, she would keep her lips sealed. Regardless, you're one weakness she doesn't mind.Â
âUgh⊠Fine. Iâll talk, but keep your filthy hands off him.â
Characters: Emilie, Rosaria, Chiori, Beidou, Hu Tao, Ayaka, Shinobu, Mualani, Faruzan, Charlotte, Yae Miko.
They Can't Take It...
She is strong. She will endure whatever they throw at her. Even when they threaten you. She will look in your eyes and see mutual resolve. You can do it, both of you, she thinks. Except not. Even if you stay strong, she won't. She'll crumble. Screams, blood, tears, agony inflicted on you thanks to her. What has she done? You don't deserve it, you don't deserve anything else but love and comfort, not being made to suffer. She'll put a halt to it, she'll run to you and take your broken body in her arms. She'll tell you that it's okay, it's okay, I'm here. They won't hurt you any more.Â
âStop! Stop, please! Iâll talk! Donât you see heâs had enough?! PleaseâŠâ
Characters: Amber, Lisa, Keqing, Shenhe, Kokomi, Ei, Kujou Sara, Candace, Lynette, Navia, Chevreuse, Chasca, Xilonen.
Standing Her Ground
This one knows what and who she's protecting. If what she knows falls into the wrong hands, hundreds could die. Surely you understandâŠ? It's not right for you to be tangled into all of this. She's sorry, she really is, but she can't say anything. That doesn't mean she won't break down at the sight, that her very soul isn't pierced by every scream leaving your lips. Long after it's over, she won't be able to look you in the eyes with anything but shame. She did the right thing - she saved lives. But how can she feel any satisfaction when itâs you who paid the price? No matter if you forgive her or see no offense in her choice, your blood has been smeared across her mind and your pain will haunt her dreams until her last day. But whatever it may take, she will not let it happen again. Ever.
"I'm sorry, my love... I'm so sorry..."
Characters: Lumine, Jean, Mona, Eula, Yelan, Xianyun, Dehya, Clorinde, Mauvika.
Until Death Does Us Apart
Only when the last breath leaves your body does she shed tears. She kept her resolve strong. For you. Seeing her suffer would worsen your agony, filling your last moments with absolute despair. But she held out, allowing the sight of her features to guide you to your deserved rest. She will not ask for forgiveness, for there is nothing to forgive for - she did the right thing, kept to the word youâve sworn. As a roseâs petals, her lips were sealed - and so were yours. You protected your people, your children, your nation. Although she does not have the power to bring back what theyâve taken, she will make sure the vengeance goes down in history. When the bodies of your killers turn cold, she will exile the weak and raze every yard of their home, pouring salt on the scorched earth so nothing may grow there again. Only then, when justice has been served, will she allow herself to mourn. Regardless of whether she comes back or crumbles in the mind, she will do so knowing that she did what she could for you. Â
Raiden Shogun: âA stalwart companion, to the last. You will pay his weight with blood, I will see to that.â Arlecchino: âYou have left many orphaned today, Y/N. We will mourn your departure dearly. Rest well - know that o-our children are safe, my husbandâŠâ Ningguang: âYou didnât deserve this⊠Not in any world or by any design of the stars⊠Forgive me for loving you, Y/N. You would live no if not for me... I will make sure your sacrifice does not go in vain⊠I p-promise, Y/N.â
Thanks for reading.
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Kinktober Day 15
starring: bellamy blake x male reader
request: bellamy blake x thick fem boy reader, where everyone is having a party with drinking and dancing, and bellamy see reader dancing with other men and they keep grabbing his big ass bc itâs so big. so bellamy takes reader away and fucks that ass (also some face sitting ïżœïżœïżœ)
warnings: smut, cursing, rough sex, face sitting, mentions of alcohol, grinding, ass grabbing, ass slapping, cum eating, unprotected sex, creampie, femboy!reader
directors cut: hey frien- oop did you do something different with your hair, or is it a new skincare routine because your skin is glowing, am i buttering you up to make you forget about the fact im behind on these kinktober stories.... obvi no why would i ever do such a thing... was it working though
you were irresistible, the way you danced with everyone else had bellamy thinking thoughts that should not be heard by anyone let alone you, but he couldn't control his find with the way you dressed, your shorts riding up your ass which left little to nothing to imagination.
and damn did he love the way you moved your body around the campfire, bottle of alcohol in hand, taking messy swigs from it from time to time, but what instantly ruined the mood was when some random dude came up behind you and started touching up on you.
that should be him so why does this fuck bag get to grab on your ass and may i say luscious thighs, he was getting way to close for comfort also, he was basically fucking you through his clothes, seeing as this didn't sit right with bellamy he walked over and snatched you away from the party and dragged you to a nearby tent.
"bellamyyyy what the fuck i was just having fu-" your cut off by his lips crashing against your and him taking off your tight shorts to reveal your wobbly ass, it was like putty in his hands or like a water balloon with the way it jiggled in his hands "you gonna just stand there and look or are y'gonna get to work" bellamy smirked and you got to work in taking off his shirt and yours but struggled with his pants.
those goddamn buttons were so hard to get off it was annoying both of you so bellamy just opted to keep them on and unzip them to slide his cock through, and with that the moaning soon began, bellamy fucking you into the ground with hard thrusts, there wasn't much cushioning between the blanket you had under you and the ground so with the hardening thrust so came the hurting back.
"fuck bellamy, go a little softer i am still on the ground" you strain out through thrusts "would you like me to fuck you doggy style till you have no feeling in your legs" bellamy asks roughly with deep grunts making you shake your head no "then shut up" he growls as his hands tighten around the blanket under you.
your eyes were flicking to the back of your head with every thrust he made, punching a moan out of you every time, it was hard to even stay sane when you had a cock like his splitting your hole in two like a fucking piece of wood but god did you love it, it felt so good, his strong body on top of yours while he fucked you was like seeing the mona lisa.
oh but bellamy, well he just loved the way your hole fit him nicely, and the way your ass recoiled with every plap heard but drowned out by the partying and singing from the group further away "only if the group saw you now hm taking my cock like a fucking slut, so pretty" he snarled slapping your as harshly, your whole body jolting to the pain but it also kinda turned you on more.
more just enough to cum, all your cum landing in a puddle on your stomach "you tighten up when you cum, did you know that" bellamy laughs at your slightly dazed state "yeah thanks bill nye the fucking science guy" you joke "fuck im gonna cum" bellamy suddenly grunts and for a split second you can feel him about to pull out so you lock your legs around his waist.
and before his brain can even clock what you did he cums, he eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so, it just felt so good i mean how could he contain it "slut" bellamy mutters slowly pulling out of your messy hole "i know you are but what am i" you laugh making him grab your face to kiss you before plopping down next to you.
he suddenly gained an idea in the dull head of his "sit on my face" he bluntly asks "what" you shaken by the request "sit on my fucking face" bellamy asks again and if it mean shutting him up then yes please, you straddle your legs to the side of his head and fully sit on his face, all your weight pressed down on him like if he was a chair.
to him he was in heaven, tongue poking at your hole and exploring your depths as he ate you out literally, he sucked and swallowed the cum from your hole like a five star meal before lifting you off him for some air "now that's what im talkin' about" he excitedly said, seems like this was going to be a reoccurring thing from now on
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legally binded - 7
Jenna Ortega x F!Reader
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Chapter 7: The Afterparty
Summary: After getting caught in some hot waters with the press, you are forced into an unexpected agreement with America's sweetheart, Jenna Ortega to save your career.
Warnings/Tags: dual!pov, famous!reader, actress!reader, mentions of substances, intoxication, mature language, real people. (do not read if any of these make you uncomfortable)
(this is all fiction!)
Note: so... lovely weather we're having. đ
Word Count: 4k+
âWhereâs Y/N?â Enrique asked as the door of the van shuts closed, for a moment, the incessant sounds of camera shutters and the crowd shouting her name become muffled.
And in that same moment, Jenna feels like she can finally breathe properly through her own lungs.Â
âUpstairs,â Jenna mumbled, leaning her expertly pinned hair against the headrest, and closing her eyes.
âI take it things didnât go well?â He fiddled with his cap, frowning as he watched the young actressâ exhausted features.
Jenna hummed in confirmation but said nothing else, looking out the tinted window as the van started driving slowly.Â
Staring up at the hotel, she scanned the various, nearly identical windows for your hotel room. Jenna didnât even know if your room was facing this direction but she looked anyway, a wishful part of herself hoped to catch a glance of you.
âDonât worry, itâll be okay. You two will be okay.â
Jenna snorted, shooting her stylist an incredulous look. âI thought you were mad at her?â
âIâm mad at her for being stupid and for hurting you⊠even if she is a cutie.â He rolled his eyes, getting comfortable in his seat.
The actress laughed. âDonât let her hear you say that, you know she has a massive ego.â
Enrique joined in on the laughter before his tone dropped, âYou know Sarah and Liv are going to find out that the two of you didn't go to the same partyâŠâ
Right now, Jenna could care less about whatever kind of consequence she may get. The embers from her argument with you are still burning bright.
âThatâs an issue for later.â
***
Jenna tried to make the best of a bad situation.
She really did.
Even though this wasnât how she expected to spend the rest of her night â she somehow found a way to let loose. Maybe after she found a few familiar faces that pulled her in to dance, tipped back a few drinks and sang along as Janelle Monae performed for her after-party.
But even still, under the guise of alcohol and a good time. There was an unpleasant churn in her stomach whenever she allowed her mind to drift off to you.
âIâm gonna go to the washroom!â Jenna yelled through the music. Enrique nodded, continuing to cheer Janelle Monae on stage.
Laughing, she walked away while shaking her head; amused at her friend. Glad that heâs having a good time. One of them deserves to be having fun, at least.
As Jenna pushed through the heavy-panelled door of the powder room, she sat on the couch and placed her purse down. Grateful to be stretching her aching legs.Â
She takes a second to breathe and in that moment, allowed herself to think about you; wondering which party you went to and who you were surrounded by.
And for a split second, that unpleasant churn in her stomach reemerged as her mind drifted to all the worst possible outcomes of what you could be doing tonight.
Are you safe?
Is someone looking out for you?
Jennaâs decided not to ask Link about you this time, deciding that you two do, in fact, need space for the time being.
She knows she should apologize for the way she acted all day, even all week. Jenna knows she was just projecting her unresolved feelings about you from Coachella and instead of just telling you that sheâs been worried and just wants you to talk to her, to let her in.Â
She decided to be petty and give into the heat of the moment, instead..
Jenna hopes the two of you can talk about it later tonight. But then she remembers the fact that youâre probably drinking, partying and doing god knows what else so that conversation and apology would probably have to wait until youâve sobered up.
Standing, Jenna's decided she's had enough of wallowing in her own misery and walked over to the sink to wash her hands.
âOh, hi!â A sweet-sounding higher pitched voice greeted her from behind after the sound of a door opening and heels clinking.
Immediately, she linked gazes with a certain Hailee Steinfeld through the mirror.
Jenna tried hard to school the surprise on her face.
âHelloâŠâ Jenna smiled politely and glanced away, continuing to wash her hands.
âIâm HaileeâŠâ The other woman greeted, sliding into the sink beside her, a pearly white smile on her full-pink lips.
âIâm Jenna, I would shake your hand butâŠâ She gestured down to the running sink.
Hailee shook her head and laughed. âItâs okay, Iâm glad to finally meet you! Can I just say how gorgeous you look! I thought your carpet look was amazing but this â you look stunning!â
âOh! Uhâ Thanks?â This time her surprise is hard to subdue. Feeling flushed under the weight of the other womanâs compliments.
She's never been great at accepting them.Â
âSorry, I didnât mean to make you embarrassed,â Hailee smiled sheepishly. Her thick brows furrowing in her own embarrassment.Â
The heat begins to crawl up her neck. âItâs okay! Iâ I appreciate it. You look gorgeous as well.âÂ
Taking the time to scan her, the younger actress has to crane her neck up to see Haileeâs face â itâs no wonder you ended up dating her. The woman is gorgeous.Â
She tries to stave the green-eyed monster clawing at her chest at the thought of you two together because the woman standing across from her has been surprisingly pleasant.
âPlease!â Hailee waves off, smiling softly, turning to wash her own hands.
Jenna allows the silence to take over the room, unsure of what to say next. After washing her hands, she turned off the sink and walked over to grab paper towels.
Hailee cuts in before she can think about it too hard.
âHey,â The singer called out as Jenna was about to pick up her purse, âthank you... for looking out for her.â
âWhat?â Jenna turned, raising her brows in question.
Hailee sighed, leaning against the counter to face Jenna.
âI know Y/Nâs not the⊠easiest. She tends to push people away. I think itâs just the way sheâs always been. Iâm not really sure. With the whole Vegas situation and these rumours going around about a possible arrest â which, you know, is bullshit, Y/N doesnât do drugs â her first instinct wouldâve been to run and push people away. But youâre still here⊠so something tells me youâre special.â
Jenna feels her heart drop at the other womanâs words.Â
âY/N can be reckless and cold at times, but I think itâs just an act," She continued; smile contorting sadly, âso she doesnât actually have to open up to people⊠Iâveâuh, tried, so I kinda know.â
Jenna was stunned, unsure of what to say to that. Hailee made it sound like you were the one that got away or something. She also caught the openness that accompanied her tone, like the other woman had accepted the circumstances of the situation.
Like she just... let it be.
There wasnât a lot of things Jenna was certain about but she knew she didn't want to feel that way about you, to just accept your coldness and inability to let people in.
âAnyways, she said youâve kept her standing on her feet these last few months.â Hailee smiled softly, sincerity burning bright in her eyes. âSo thank you, 'cause she deserves someone patient like you.âÂ
âThank youâŠâ Jenna finally managed to say despite the barbed wire feeling around her throat.
You really said that? Did you mean it?
If you did then she feels terrible.
âNo, thank you, I was scared Link and Y/N were gonna grow old and still be living together. Theyâre weirdly co-dependent.â Hailee jokes, breaking the heaviness in the room.
Jenna couldnât help the snort that leaves her mouth.Â
And just like that, it felt like two friends enjoying an inside joke.
Jenna's laughter trails off before it turns to a heavy sigh as she grabs her purse. âSo I should probably apologize to her, huh?â
The corner of Hailee's mouth tugs a small smug smile. âDepends on what she did⊠maybe let her sweat it out for a bit more then apologize.â
Jenna chuckled before nodding. âNoted⊠thank you, Hailee.â
Hailee nods, smiling softly as Jenna turned to walk out of the bathroom.
A surprisingly pleasant feeling appeared in her chest the farther she walked away. Â
She felt a bit lighter after that conversation, which is a shock considering she just talked to your ex-girlfriend. For a moment, Jenna felt guilty for her earlier reservations about the other woman. Not wanting to admit that she had let her jealousy cloud her judgment of character.
Hailee had nothing but great things to say about her â and you for that matter. A testament to how, despite your hot and cold demeanour, thereâs someone worth knowing underneath.
Ugh. She hated it when she was wrong.
But there was also that nagging echo in her head that had to admit that she was glad she was wrong about you.
Iâm sorry for what I said. Can I come see you? Are you still at the other after-party?
Swallowing her pride, she hit send then walked back to the party to find Enrique, hoping she can distract herself as she waits for your reply.
20 minutes go by without a response and Jenna doesnât know if she should start feeling annoyed or worried; the line between the two is thinning by the second, she concluded. She decided she leaned more on the latter and stepped away from the party once again. Roaming the halls before stepping out onto a secluded balcony; grateful for the warm night in the early May month.Â
Pulling out her phone from her clutch, she called Link immediately, knowing that if anyone knew your whereabouts itâd be him.
âHello?â Link answered breathlessly and in the background, the actress can hear sounds of traffic and people talking over one another.
âLink? Can you hear me?â Jenna spoke into the lonely night air.
âYeahâ yeah, sorry.â It sounded like Link walked away from the noise because when he spoke again, it sounded much clearer. But she immediately noted the urgency in his voice. âHey.â
âHey, I texted Y/N 20 minutes ago but she didnât respond, is everything okay?â Jenna got to the point, chewing her lip.
âShitââ Link cursed. âUh, about that.â
âLink, what does that mean?â Jenna felt every muscle in her body tense at his words, like before a big drop on a rollercoaster.
âWe canât find her.â Link confessed.Â
Jennaâs stomach dropped. Yeah, except that rollercoaster has just derailed.
âWhat do you mean you canât find her?âÂ
âWe lost her. She said she was going to the bathroom but she never came back.â He recounted nervously.
âWhatââ Jenna was dumbfounded, mind on overdrive as a sudden wave of coldness washed over her body as she processes what sheâs just been told.
You're missing.
No one knows where you are.
âAre you looking for her now?â Jenna manages to ask, gripping the balcony railing for support. She thinks she feels a little light-headed but she pushes that thought away because you are more important, right now.
âYes, of course. We checked everywhere. But uhâitâs been almost two hours since anyoneâs seen herâŠâ Link hesitated before confessing.
The last thing they need is for Jenna to start freaking out too.
Jennaâs stomach dropped again. This time she feels like sheâs been launched off the rollercoaster entirely and is free-falling mid-air.
âHey, hey, itâll be okay. She does this, itâs kinda her thing. Weâll find her soon. Donât worry.â Link reassured after Jenna doesnât respond.
âWhen was the last time that she did this, Link?â Jenna asked shakily.
A beat passed before the man answered. âVegasâŠâ
âShitâŠâ They said in unison.
âWhatâwhat do we do?â Jenna asked.
âJust keep texting and calling her. Iâm out looking for her right now, I have her entire security team with me.â He reassured her once again but she can still hear the trepidation in his tone.
âOkayâŠâ Jenna trails off, not really sure if sheâs actually listening at this point.
âJennaâ weâll find her, donât worry.â Link said with certainty but it didnât ease the anxiety in her chest.
âI knowâŠâ Jenna mumbled, grasping her phone with a mighty grip and forced herself to take a calming breath. âOkay, okay. Iâll start calling her. Maybe I should go back to her room, in case she comes back?â
âYeah, thatâs a great idea, keep me updated Jen.âÂ
âI will.â
The line goes dead as Link hangs up.
âShit.â Even with Jennaâs trembling fingers, she contacted your number with haste.
But the call never even rang.Â
***
Itâs past 2 AM and no one has still heard from you.Â
She had left you a total of 26 missed calls and almost 50 text messages. Thatâs not even counting the ones sheâs sent you through Enriqueâs phone.
At this point, Jenna was ready to go to the police but Link advised her that they wouldnât be able to do anything because it hasnât been 24 hours yet. Your closest confidant also warned her of adding fuel to the fire with the press if headlines that you're missing are released.
The actress feels an excruciatingly sharp pain forming in between her brows; the early stages of a migraine, the longer she paced around your room.
âWhere is she, Link?â She chewed on the bottom lip, anxiously. âWhat if something bad happened? She doesnât have security with her...â
âHer whole team has been driving around the city looking for her but we already checked the other after-parties and she wasnât there. I hate to say it, Jenna, but if Y/N doesnât want to be found, you wonât.â Link sat down on the couch in the living room.
The wrinkled exhaustion and worry were clear as day on his face. Jenna sighed, sitting down beside him. âI know you tried your best. Thank you for lookingâŠâ
âYeah⊠of course. How are you though?â He turned, scanning her equally exhausted features.Â
âI feel terrible if I had just tabled it like she saidââ
âHeyââ Link cuts in, shaking his head. âDonât. Y/Nâs gonna do whatever she wants, you canât put this one on you.âÂ
Jenna nods unconvincingly, slumping against her seat. âWhat about you? How are you?â
He stared off, deep in thought. âSheâs like my sister, you know. We didnât have it easy growing up. I know sheâsâ stand-offish and hard to get along with at timesâŠâ
Jenna turned to face him at his sudden confession, deciding to stay silent.
âYou canât even imagine how many times Iâve tried to quit being her assistant.â Link chuckled, looking up at the ceiling. âBut I could never really do it. âCause even though she has these massive walls around herself and that annoying-ass nonchalant attitude. I know sometimes this job is a lot⊠even for her.â
Jenna huffed, slouching back into the soft couch, trying to be understanding. âI know⊠trust me I know the job, we all doââ
Link shakes his head. âYou donât. Not her story at leastâŠâ
Snapping her head to the side, she watches the assistantâs side profile, noting the deep wrinkle on his forehead. âWhat does that mean?â
She couldnât help but ask.
He sighed, âItâs not my place to say but Y/N's been through some stuff. Stuff that you wouldn't wish on anyone.â
âWhat?â
He sighed again, debating if he should open the can of worms. âAt the time, I was living with my grandmother. Sheâs the only family I have left, itâs probably why I canât let go of Y/N too. The money I make from working with her, I send to take care of my nan⊠But even with all that, Y/N was dealing with her mom.â
âShe told me she was controlling or something â wanted more money?â Jenna scrunched her nose in disgust at how someone can treat their own flesh and blood like that.
âShe wasnât just controlling, Jenna⊠she tried to sue Y/N over it. She tried to take away her right to make decisions over her own career and when that didnât work she tried to get her to quit the industry."
Jennaâs stomach dropped. âWhat?â
Linked nodded, watching Jennaâs stunned reaction. âYeah⊠Jake and Liv fought against it. It never turned into a legal case, thank god. The judge dismissed her claims but it really fucked with her head you know. That her own mother could do that to her."
Jenna stared off into nothing as she processed his words.
No wonder youâre so closed off and scared to let people in. She felt sick to her stomach thinking about what youâve gone through and how, even despite all of that, you still managed to stay standing on your own two feet and carry on as if nothing happened.
She wonders how long itâs been since youâve really let anyone in.
âI knew sheâd been dealing with things⊠these last few months. She had a packed year last year and her schedule was only getting busier. She never outwardly said it was becoming too much but I could see it. It started small; missing texts, calls, alarms⊠then she wouldnât come home cause she was partying all night⊠it got too much. I think that singer and his friends were taking advantage of her fame but she always brushed me off whenever I said something. We even got into a big fight before Vegas so I stayed with a friend for a couple of days to cool off.â
âLinkâŠâ Jenna trailed off, she heard the guilty tone accompanied by his words. âIt wasnât your fault.â
âNo⊠I know. Y/Nâs going to do what she wants, Iâve learned to accept it. It still doesnât make me feel any better that sheâs in this situation and that I couldâve done something to prevent it.â
Link cleared his throat, sitting up a bit. âJust saying⊠from Y/Nâs person to the other â I get what youâre feeling. Sheâs definitely not the easiest but I donât know⊠when she shows she cares, you know she means it.â
âYou think Iâm Y/Nâs person?â Jenna asked shocked. âWe barely know each other.â
Link rolled his eyes, sending her a flat look. âYeah âcause you two communicate through silent looks and then donât talk about your feelings. If you guys fix your shit then maybe you can be her person too.âÂ
Jenna opened her mouth for a rebuttal but the sound of something smacking against the wall interrupted her.
Immediately, the assistant and actress spring up, walking spritely to the foyer. When they round the corner, Jenna is torn between feeling relieved or furious.
They spot you, slumped against the wall nearly slipping on your own two feet, piss-fucking-drunk as you dropped the keycard to the floor.
âAre you fucking serious right now?â Link scoffed but briskly walked over to help you up, throwing your arm over his shoulder. "What the hell happened to you?"
âSorry for being a disappointment, Dad.â You mumbled as Link dragged you down the hallway. Eyes barely opened and even then, Jenna can see the alcohol-muddled haze through your slow blinks.Â
âWhat the fuck, Y/N?â Jenna echoed as she watched how you had to be carried, too drunk to do it yourself.Â
It scared her, this was not a version of you that she liked.Â
She doesnât want to listen to that small voice in her head again, the one thatâs saying youâre bad news. Youâre a party animal, this is what you do. Youâre reckless. But the other part of her wants to give you a chance to explain yourself, especially after what Link just told her â itâs hard to keep that sentiment when you act like this though.
âOh hey, Jenna.â You waved as if nothing is wrong, toothy smile on your lips. âI tried looking for you at the party⊠then I realized we fought and thatâs why you werenât with me. Are you still mad at me?â
Jenna didnât know what to say so she kept quiet and followed Link as he lead you to the bedroom, nearly throwing you onto the mattress.Â
âFuck, Y/N. You canât keep doing this.â Link sighed out, taking a few steps back from the bed to scan you.Â
âWhoâs gonna stop me?â You snorted, sitting up to tug your shoes off, chucking them without care.
âDude, for real? We spent nearly four hours looking for your ass. Do you realize what kind of trouble you couldâve gotten into ifââÂ
ââyeah, yeah,â You wave off and Jenna can see Linkâs eye twitching and jaw clenching in anger. He knew better than to fight with a drunk person. Especially if that person is you.Â
He lets out a deep breath, then turned to younger actress, âI canât be around her right now. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Then he walked away, slamming the door loudly behind him making Jenna flinch. A few seconds of silence pass without a single movement.
âWhat are you still doing here?â You asked in a snipped tone, breaking the quietude. Jenna doesnât know if she should feel offended.Â
Crossing her arms, she scans your dishevelled attire. Your tie is loose, buttons are undone, and dress shirt is half-tucked â in short, you looked like a hot mess. âIâve been calling you all night, where have you been?â
âPhone died.â You yanked your blazer off, throwing it on the floor, âand out⊠drinking.â
âWith who? By yourself or with someone?â Jenna asked, walking closer, and helping you take off your tie.
âDoesnât matter..â You grumbled as she helped you, looking at a spot on the wall and Jenna clenched her jaw cause you were closing up again.
âWell, it matters to me,â She yanked the tie off your neck.
âWhy?â You looked up at her.
âWhat?â
âWhy do you care so much? I thought this was all just for the press?â You pushed off the bed, wobbling on your feet. Jenna took a few steps back but kept close, in case you needed help but you shrugged her attempts away.
She tried not to take it personally.
Jenna called after you but you ignored her and just stumbled to the bathroom. She trails behind, still keeping a close eye.
âNo, seriously. You kiss me and let me stay with your family and then you shut me down? What kind of fucked up shit is that?â You spoke up, venom laced in your words.
Jenna knows itâs the alcohol talking. But drunk words, sober thoughts?
âWell guess what? Fuck that. I may be closed off but at least I donât lead people on.â You seethe, stopping in your tracks to spin around and face her.
The anger in your eyes is not an emotion she had seen before. This was different than your other petty disputes and arguments. You meant it.
Jenna blinked, shaking her head furiously, âWhat? No! Thatâs not what Iâm doing.â
âI donât care! Iâm over it. If you wanna believe the press over me like everyone else, go ahead. Iâm fucking used to it.â You grumbled, turning away to keep walking but this time Jenna grabbed your elbow, stopping you.
âCan you just stop for a second and let me explain!â But you yanked back like youâve been burned and Jenna thinks she can physically feel her heart splitting down the middle.Â
âNo, fuck that!â You yelled before taking a deep breath, using Jenna's stunned silence as a chance to keep talking. You looked deeply into her eyes and said the next words with pure conviction. âIâm sick of trusting people and letting them in just to be fucking burned over and over again â After the Met Gala, Iâll go to Jake and Liv and tell them this is over. Next week, itâll be three months anyway. Then, weâll never have to see each other again.âÂ
There was no slurring in your voice or wobble in your stance as you said those words.
Jenna blinked back the tears forming in her eyes, clenching her jaw. Not recognizing this version of you standing across from her.
This isnât the same person that treated her family kindly and won over their hearts.
This isnât the same person that won over her heart.
So, she listened.
âOkayâŠ.â Jenna nodded weakly, then turned walking out of your room not being able to look into your eyes.
She missed the instant regret in them as you tracked her disappearing figure.
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âč â joel miller x niece!reader
âč â summary: part two of to an empty house â arriving in jackson brings painful feelings, and even worse conversations.
âč â a/n: UGH!! guys im not all that happy with this one!! ive changed it a couple times too D: but i have left yall hanging long enough!! lemme know if you want anymore about these guys :â) && ty guys sm for all the support ILY!!
âč â warnings: slight spoilers for episode 6 âkinâ, swearing, ANGST!!!, a bit of comfort, father figure joel, reader has daddy issues, and abandonment issues, and is generally not struggling in life PLS
âč â tags: @canpillowscry @randomstory56 @angsty-twihardxx @frogtits1 @exiledangel @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @vee-vee-writes @rhyanna6012 @snixx2088 @mona-aiko @mymommmy (those of you tagged in italics asked for part 2 in the comments of the first part! drop me a message if you want your tag removed!!)
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Life in the apocalypse had been non-stop since you had left that hydroelectric power plant, left behind Tommy, and for a while, all thoughts of him. There hadnât been time to worry about that sort of thing, between almost losing Joel, and then almost losing Ellie, and then finally reaching the hospital that had been your end goal.
In some ways, you were glad. It kept your mind racing, the feeling of constantly being on edge allowing your brain to stay away from silly things, such as your father.
But now, with that whole chapter finally being over, Joel and Ellie were ready to settle down, to live in a home, rather than travelling miles upon miles, never feeling safe. The three of you had been through a lot, and since the⊠incident with Ellie, her joke book had remained closed.
You knew that Joel had noticed the change in her, just the same as you had. What she had thought to be her purpose, the justification for everybody who had been lost on your journey, their sacrifice, had been for nothing. It was tearing her apart, and it hurt you to watch it happen.
There was no question about your next destination, though you tried to ignore the reality of it for as long as you possibly could, you were fully aware that Jackson was what Ellie needed. Hell, youâd even go as far as to say it was what Joel needed, too. But deep down, you knew that going there was going to tear you to pieces, despite the way you liked to put on a strong front, following in Joelâs footsteps even in that sense.
You didnât share your concerns, content to continue the journey in silence, pretending not to notice the way Joel and Ellie looked at you the closer you got to the town.
âHey, you okay?â Ellie murmured to you, the final stop of your journey feeling like something similar to that of impending doom. She nudged your arm with her elbow, smiling in a way that didnât quite reach her eyes like it used to.
âMighty fine.â You responded, her dim smile reflected in your own, and you let it fall the moment she nodded at you, despite clearly being unconvinced by your words.
You fell into step beside her and Joel, and felt his hand grasp on to your shoulder as you caught glimpse of Jackson in the not far enough distance. He squeezed your shoulder the slightest bit, and gave you the biggest reassuring smile he could muster, though it didnât soothe your worries like it used to.
Maybe it was everything the three of you had been through over your journey, or maybe it was the impending arrival at Jackson, but you were starting to notice the world had become much dimmer than you remembered it to be. Joelâs grip less reassuring, Ellieâs smile less genuine, that faint hope in your gut long gone. With a frown, the thought came to you that this was what it meant to grow up.
The lines on Ellieâs face said the same thing, the sigh that had left her chest, made up of pure exhaustion, just told you that her naive nature had vanished. Jokes no longer received the same laughter, and the world no longer held beauty. Growing up felt like hopelessness settling, nuzzling its way in and making itself at home in that space around your heart. The grip it had made it feel like perhaps, it wouldnât be all too bad if that heartbeat slowed, but you pushed that thought aside for another time.
For now, youâd have to focus on the problem at hand; arriving in Jackson.
It was warmer now than it had been when youâd left the power plant, and it showed in the way that the green lands had brightened, the sun settling and warming the back of your neck. The heat meant less layers, and the three of you had removed your jackets long before arriving in the town.
The lookouts had spotted you all before youâd been anywhere near the gate, so it was no surprise that Tommy was there to greet the three of you when the gates were finally pulled open, allowing you a peek into the home he valued so much.
Walking in, you had already begun your self-appointed mission of ignoring every word Tommy Miller said, but felt yourself almost blown away by the sights around you. For a moment, just a split second, it was nice.
That thought went out the window a second later, catching a glimpse of your so-called father, and you couldnât help but recall the way youâd sat for endless nights, waiting for that very man, and imagined yourself living a life with him in a town just like this one.
You felt sick.
That little kid deserved better, you decided. You were worthy of living this kind of life, of getting to sleep in a warm house, of not having to worry about if Joel and Tess would get enough ration cards to feed the three of you, of getting horse riding lessons! The facts of the situation stared you in the face, getting clearer the longer you looked around. Your own father denied you of this life.
With building anger, the feeling white-hot, burning, you turned to Joel where he was speaking with his brother. âWhere are we staying?â
Tommy looked between you and Joel, swallowing when Joel just raised a brow at him, and spoke, âUh, little place just a couple blocks over. 38, I think. Rancher Street, Iâll take you guys overââ
âIâll make my own way.â You snapped, before he could even finish his sentence. If you had to look at him for even a second longer, you were sure that the overflowing anger and resentment would explode, and you werenât convinced anyone would be able to pick up the pieces that would be left behind.
You stormed down the street before he could say another word to you, turning down the first alley you saw and standing still in the street on the other side, letting out a harsh breath.
You couldnât be sure how long youâd stood there for, trying to turn down the simmering emotions inside of you, but it was clearly long enough for somebody to notice. âYou good there?â A young girl asked, and you turned to her, brows furrowed.
ââM fine.â You responded gruffly, and even you could hear the way your speech reflected Joelâs own. The thought calmed you, almost, reminding you of who your real dad was.
She stepped closer, clearly not taking a hint, âYou sure? New in town? You look lost.â
âYes, yes, and Iâm not lost.â You said to her, though you didnât exactly know where you were. She just raised her eyebrows at you, and you huffed, âLookinâ for a Rancher Street.â
The girl nodded, something between a smirk and a smile on her face, and pointed forward, âFirst left twice, then a right. Should get you there just fine.â
âThanks.â You said, immediately heading off in the direction sheâd guided you in. You kept your head down, brows furrowed, and tried to keep your attention away from the world around you. It was clear that itâd just make you more angry.
You counted along with the house numbers as you passed by, Rancher Street wasnât that densely populated, if the look of the houses were anything to go by. There was quite a few that looked run down, number 38 included, once you arrived. You went inside, the door already unlocked, and sneezed when you inhaled all the dust that clouded the air. This place mustâve been barely touched throughout the last twenty years.
Grabbing a book left on the coffee table, you pulled it open, and sat on the edge of an old sofa, sighed through your nose when even more dust floated up from it.
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âYouâll go, because itâs the polite thing to do.â Joel told you firmly, sighing heavily as he looked over at you with his arms crossed.
âYou think I give a shit about being polite?â You asked him, mirroring his stance by crossing your own arms. He rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he clearly brainstormed a way to get around your stubbornness.
âJust this one time,â He told you, saying your name pleadingly, âThen youâll never have to go âround there again.â
That peaked your interest, and you uncrossed your arms, âReally? You promise?â
âSwear.â Joel replied, and sighed something near to relief, finally calling Ellieâs name. The stairs creaked, and she appeared less than a second later.
âYou coming?â She asked, thought she had obviously been sat on the stairs, listening to yours and Joelâs⊠conversation, the whole time.
âYeah,â You sighed unhappily, âIâm coming.â
The three of you made your way across town, with Joel checking a scrap piece of paper that you could only assume held directions. Lights had flickered on by now, the darkness of the evening being offset by the yellow lamps that poured light over the street. It was weird, you thought, being able to see so clearly in the darkness.
Joel knocked at the wooden door when you arrived, looking back at you where you stood, just off the porch with Ellie, like he thought you might run away if he didnât keep his eyes on you.
Though the thought had occurred to you, you wouldnât do it, not if it meant that Joelâs promise would be vacant. Just this once, he had sworn.
The front door opened as Ellie knocked your arm with her elbow, giving you a slight reassuring smile. You appreciated the effort, but the reassurance fell flat. There was something about this situation that you just couldnât put into words, but it hurt. Her arm wrapped through your own as Joel followed Tommy inside, and she led you in after them, closing the door behind you.
Immediately, you were tense. Your heart felt as if it was beating in your throat, like it was going to stop if you took another step. You tried not to look around, keeping your eyes on your battered old shoes as you let Ellie continue leading you through the house.
Her abrupt stop had you stumbling into her, and lifting your head with furrowed brows. You glanced to where she was looking, seeing the names Kevin and Sarah written in a scrawl on a chalkboard in what you guessed would be a living room. You frowned, and gripped Ellieâs arm tighter, breaking her from her stare at the board.
You pretended not to notice the homely feel to the house, the warmth of it making your palms sweat. If you allowed your mind to wonder too far, youâd be reminded of how you had dreamed of living a life like this as a kid, dreamed of a house just like this one, shared with your father. You would be reminded of how he chose to have this, chose to have it without you.
Good job you keep your mind on a tight leash, you supposed, gritting your teeth and blinking away the angry tears that wanted to rise and fall from your eyes.
You breathed in deeply through your nose, looking up as Ellie began to loosen her grip on your arm, having arrived at the dining room. The concept had always been strange to you, having lived in a shitty apartment for basically all your life, and having a whole room just for eating seemed like a waste of valuable space.
Ellie took a seat, and you quickly followed in her example as Joel stood talking to Tommy by the doorway, engaged in conversation like they were as close as they had been two decades ago.
âYou got this.â Ellie said, her hand on squeezing your arm as she looked towards where you were wringing your fingers together, your stomach feeling as though youâd left it back by the porch. You nodded at her, swallowing and smiling tightly.
You stayed quiet as Tommy finished setting the table, before he was moving back and forth between the dining room and kitchen, bringing various plates and a few sauces with each trip. Finally, he sat down at the head of the table beside Ellie, and you kept your gaze away from him.
âSorry I couldnât be there to greet you guys when you got in,â Maria called, finally approaching from the kitchen, and you were keeping your gaze on your hands until Ellie frantically began tapping your, her expression saying something youâd couldnât quite understand, something close to pity in her eyes. âKinda hard to get around so quick, these days.â Maria laughed, placed a big plate down on the table before standing back up, her hands on her back andâ
If you had eaten any food, you were sure you wouldâve thrown it all back up.
There, standing in front of you, was your fatherâs wife â pregnant.
It felt like a million different feelings were running through your head, faster than you could catch up, all your thoughts were racing, clashing together and leaving only one that was literate: What the fuck?
Maria sat down beside Joel, at Tommyâs side, and you could see in Joelâs eyes that he hadnât expected this, could see the pity building in his eyes just as youâd seen in Ellieâs, and it was all far too much.
âI canât do this.â You announced, slamming your hands on the table and feeling some satisfaction in the way the cutlery clattered together. You pushed your chair back, standing up, and saw your father open his mouth to speak.
He said your name, and you snapped.
âDonât talk to me! What the fuck is wrong with you?â You cried out, staring daggers at the man who was supposed to be your dad. The angry tears that you had managed to push away earlier came rushing back, one already falling down your cheek. You wiped it away angrily.
âKid, just listenââ
You seethed, âKid? Do I look like a fucking kid to you? You missed out on that, Tommy. You have no ideaââ Your voice broke for a moment, as you thought of all the things that had happened to you since your father had been around. âI donât have to listen to you. Youâre not my dad, remember? You left your daughter, years ago. You have no idea what weâve been through.â
Ellie was stood beside you, her hand on your shoulder, though when she had got there, you had no idea. The edges of your vision were red, and you could feel the way your throat was tightening.
âIâm sorry,â He started, your name leaving his lips once again, and Ellie held firmly against you as you leant towards him, your blood warming in your veins as your heartbeat echoed in your ears.
âI donât think sorry cuts it.â You laughed, humourlessly. âI donât think anything does, actually. I will never forgive you. You hear me? You listening? Never.â
You turned away, Ellieâs hand falling away, and you even avoided Joel as he stood up and tried to reach out for you. You couldnât face them, not like this, not when it felt like your father had taken a chisel to your heart, and left you with only splintered ribs. You were choking on the emptiness of it, the reality of your life and what it meant to the man who had helped create it.
You were more certain now than ever that he had never cared for you, that he had left because of you, not just despite you.
It was horrible, and it was something you had always suspected. A part of you wished that he had died alongside the Fireflies, because at least then he wouldnât have had a choice in staying away, right? But no, he was alive and well, thriving in the home heâd made without you, while you worried back at the QZ that barely provided you with enough food to get by.
You were storming away, and had reached the house you'd been allocated before you even really noticed that you had left. The blood in your veins had reached a boil by now, and you could feel the steaming in your lungs, in the way it suffocated you and made every breath burn against your throat.
The backpack in your hands was still filled with everything you owned, seeing as you hadnât bothered to unpack into somebody elseâs bedroom, though it had been theirs a lifetime ago. It didnât help the deepening rage within you, the despair that was tilting your entire world on its axis. Everything in your life was in this bag, probably weighing less than the plate of food Maria had brought out.
Meanwhile, your father had a whole house full of shit that belonged to him. You scoffed, feeling that burning sensation crawling up your chest, so close to hatred, but something far more raw, more painful.
Your feet took you back out to Rancher Street, legs moving before your mind was fully caught up. You met the rest of the Millerâs halfway through your trek, with them on their way to Joelâs new house, whilst you were trying to make your way to the gate, prepared to leave, rather than get left behind.
Joel called your name, his expression displaying the panic that was crushing his chest. He had been a builder, before. He had fixed things â it was what he did, what he liked to do. But this was something he didnât know how to fix, something that may have just been broken beyond repair⊠he wasnât sure what to do with that.
âJoel, donât,â You told him, voice trembling as you spoke, stopping in front of the man who had looked after you for your whole life. âPlease donât. Nothinâ that anyone says could make me not hate him. Not even you.â
Joel swallowed, glancing back to his brother behind him, where he stood with his wife, before glancing to Ellie at his own side.
âIâI didnât mean for this,â Tommy said, arms up by his head as if he was surrendering, but you knew he was just trying to make himself feel better. âI swear!â
âI donât care,â You cried, feeling your frustration build that none of these people had the ability to understand you, to understand how it felt for your own father to look at you and leave you behind. They couldnât get how crushing this was, that he was starting over. âGo ahead, start over with your wife. First time âround didnât work, but second time, surely!â
He flinched at your words, as if they had hurt him, but your expression hardened. He had no idea what true hurt was â how could he?
âI know I wasnât the greatest dadââ
âYou have never been my dad. Joel is my dad. Heâs looked after me my whole life while you were out lookinâ for something, who knows what, because I donât believe you ever found it.â You spat at him, feeling Ellie approach your side, hold on to your wrist as your hands clenched into fists.
Joelâs face fell, the reality of your feelings towards your father were crushing, but he could see why youâd feel that way. Heâd agree with you, too, if anybody deserved the title of your dad, itâd be himself, not his brother. He remembered a few times when youâd used the name for him, though you had been sick or exhausted down to your very bones both times, and he had figured that in your muddled mind, youâd gotten him confused with Tommy. That was the reason he had never corrected it, not wanting to squash whatever little amount of hope and love you had for his brother. Heâd had no idea that the truth was that you saw him, not his brother, and your mind had made that connection.
He felt like he could cry when you turned to him, that glassy look in your eyes, and he saw the pieces of you that his own brother had broken. âI want to leave.â You told him, lip trembling as you said the words.
Joel didnât know what to reply with â the two of you had nowhere to go, and Ellie didnât, either. This place was your best option, your only option, really. He shook his head, mouth slightly agape as he tried to think of something to say, something that could convince you.
Ellie said your name, and you drew your gaze to her, where she looked guilty, far guiltier than you had ever seen her. âI want to stay.â She told you, her eyes darting away from you as if she was confessing some awful sin to you.
âI know,â You said, letting her hand slip from your wrist to your own hand, and squeeze tightly. âBut IâŠâ
Your gaze moved to Tommy and Maria, and your expression hardened, features turning to stone when you looked at the two of them. âIâll stay. For now. And Iâm still a Miller, butâ but if anybody asks, Iâm Joelâs daughter.â
Joel nodded, smiling thinly at you, tears welled up in his own eyes, and you nodded back to him.
âOâOkay.â Tommy said, swallowing, but you shushed him before he could continue.
âAs for you, I donât wanna see you. Letâs keep it the way you decided we should be.â Your voice trembled, but you remained firm on your words. âI donât wanna see your face, or hear your voice. I donât want to know you. Joel can do what he likes, but you stay far away from me, you got it? The only kid you have is that one.â You finished, gesturing toward where Maria held a hand over her stomach.
Tommy looked as if he was going to disagree, but people had begun peeking through the windows of the houses on either side of the street, and when Joel stepped beside you, arm immediately going around your shoulders, he knew he had no choice.
âHope youâre a better father to that kid than you were to me.â You hissed at him, seeing the way his face crumpled and finding satisfaction in it.
The small part of you, the darkest part, hoped every one of your words hurt him. Hoped that he lived the rest of his life knowing that he fucked up, that he ruined you, and that when you built yourself back up, heâd never get the chance to know you.
Joel took the backpack from your shoulder, pulling it over his own, and turned you away from the father you had disowned. The three of you walked away, not looking back to see the way Maria had to herd him away as he stared at you, something close to grief in his eyes.
When you arrived back at 38 Rancher Street, Ellie held your hand tightly while Joel opened the front door, dropping your backpack by the stairs as he moved towards the dust filled living room. The two of you followed him, and he turned around to see you squeezing Ellieâs hand, your lips trembling and your face crumpled as you looked up at him.
âDid I make a mistake? Did I ruin everything?â You asked him, trying so hard to keep yourself together, to tape all the little pieces of yourself into something that resembled okay, but it wasn't working.
âGod, no, kid.â Joel said, and he was in front of you and Ellie before you could get another word in, pulling the two of you into his arms and breathing out a tired exhale. âIâm proud of you, proud of you both.â He told you, and your whole facade collapsed beneath you, leaving you sobbing into his arms, wondering where everything had gone wrong, wondering what that little kid wouldâve said if she had heard your words tonight.
âWeâre gonna be alright.â Joel told the two of you, feeling Ellie squeeze her arms tighter around him, until she let go, pointing upwards to let him know where she was heading. He nodded at her, an understanding expression on his face, and tightened both his arms around you.
âYou swear?â You checked, unable to help yourself, and let yourself breathe a shaky sigh into his neck when he responded.
âSwear.â
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before you begin your journey, hereâs my original take on the logistics of sagau, as well as an update after some more information from fontaine. while not essential, here are my thoughts on how nations worship.
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warnings [â”] : yandere / heavy cultish || obsessive
genre [title] : angst || fluff || hurt/comfort
traveller from afar â aether
âI'm saying that I'm having a lot of fun traveling with you⊠It'd be nice if we could just go on like this forever.â
â” a new tomorrow
ââ” my love, my god
twilight sword â dainslef
âNo, itâs just⊠Iâm still waiting for my drink.â
â” will you promise that i'll see you again?
mondstadt
ah, the city of freedom. a wise choice as a first stop, to best wind up for whatâs to come. a calm atmosphere and a soothing wind across your shoulders⊠truly, the only thing better is the wine.
choose the winds of anemo ?
(host to: albedo, diluc, venti)
liyue
the land of contracts⊠perhaps itâs a fitting choice, to visit the land so recently abandoned. the realm of illuminated beasts and host of history⊠unless itâs the music you prefer?
choose the stone of geo ?
(host to: baizhu, ga ming, xiao, zhongli)
inazuma
eternity⊠a false ideal, one impossible to chase, but i must commend eiâs determination if nothing else. all her effort, and the only thing permanent is its beauty.
choose the spark of electro ?
(host to: ayato, heizou, kazuha, thoma)
sumeru
hmph. the akademiya still runs rampant, and the desert is still a wash of ruin. i canât promise much about here, except a few familiar faces. care to visit your friends?
choose the root of dendro ?
(host to: alhaitham, tighnari, wanderer)
fontaine
a nation submerged in water, surrounded by mirages at every turn. perhaps we could go see an opera, or catch a magic show⊠or have a cup of tea and catch up. what do you say?
choose the court of hydro ?
(host to: neuvillette, wriothesley)
natlan
âŠhm? ah, my apologies, but it looks like this destination isnât available for travel just yet. thank you for your patience!
choose the ember of pyro?
snezhnaya
the land of ice and love, led by the lady of contradictions. have you found comfort in the snow?
choose the frost of cryo ?
(host to: il dottore, regrator, tartaglia)
series!
â” dearly beloved â complete trilogy
8.7k â being hunted across half of teyvat wasnât exactly on your bucket list. but if heâs the one you keep seeing⊠maybe itâs worth it.
ââ” on broken bones
ââ” death, rebirth, new life
ââ” the scottish play
â” abiogenesis â complete duology
10k â after being abandoned, albedo didnât have the brightest hope for his future. travelling to mondstadt, he finds the closest thing to âpurpose.â
ââ” from soilâŠ
ââ” âŠwas birthed chalk
â” secret contributions â complete trilogy
8.2k â false faith has forced you to flee to inazuma, barely surviving the trip. thankfully, the kamisatos are here to help.
ââ” small miracles
ââ” hidden blessings
ââ” silent conclusions
â” spoken across stars â episodic
2.7k â voicelines characters would have in sagau.
ââ” kaeya, diluc, thoma ft. noelle + candace
ââ” kazuha, wanderer ft. tighnari + baizhu
ââ” zhongli, ayato, heizou ft. xinqiu + chongyun
ââ” lyney, lynette, freminet ft. arlecchino + navia
â” sanctity â incomplete
1.5k+ â to be shielded by the one you love.
ââ” the eye of the beholder (zhongli)
miscellaneous / multiple
â” in excess (ft. zhongli + xiao)
â” new hopes (ft. the arataki gang)
â” emotions (ft. mondstat)
â” the young (ft. your main!)
ââ” still too young (ft⊠a lot of ppl)
â” plagued (ft. diluc + kaeya)
â” reverse isekai drabble (ft. your main!)
â” slapfight (ft. a lot of people-)
â” mea maxima culpa (ft. zhongli + barbara)
â” in the stars (ft mona + your main!)
â” replacement (ft. kaeya + venti + albedo + xiao)
â” discretion advised (ft. mondstat)
â” warmth (ft. every pyro character as of 3.4)
â” a soft place to land (ft. zhongli + kaeya + diluc + alhaitham + tighnari)
â” constellations (ft. barbara + thoma + heizou + collei + kujou sara + sucrose + candace +ganyu)
â” connection (ft. diluc + kaeya + kazuha + albedo + kaveh)
â” your shield, a sword (ft. thoma + tighnari + zhongli + alhaitham + cyno + albedo)
â” divine favor (ft. yae miko + itto + kazuha + kaeya + chongyun + noelle)
â” dead leaves (ft. ..people)
ââ” new sprouts (ft. chongyun)
â” the rule of threes (ft. albedo + his brother)
â” darling, my dear (ft. diluc + tighnari + childe + xiao + kazuha)
â” sandy refuge (ft. nahida + wanderer)
â” dancing soldiers (ft. aether)
â” a break in routine (ft. alhaitham + kaveh + sethos)
â” snapshot (ft. tighnari + neuvillette
please report any missing entries or misleading content as soon as possible !
thank you for reading !
#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [masterlist]#WAHOO NEW LISTS DONE YIPPEEEE#that was way easier than i feared it would be <33#reminder that the old list will still be up!!! donât worry about your reblogs or side blogs or bookmarks#itâs there; it just wonât be updated anymore <3
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Do I love Bang Chan and Jay with my entire heart and soul? Yes, yes I do.
Will I make Bang Chan and Jay my biases? No, no I won't.
But will my I continue to simp over them and cheat on my lovely first husbands Minho and Jake?
Yes, yes I indeed will.
#mona's sessions#HEAR ME OUT HERE#idk why#bang chan and jay are just MADE for all my girlies who crave hurt/comfort 24/7#aka me#aka i have zero shame in cheating on my biases#skz#enha#stray kids bang chan#stray kids minho#enhypen jay#enhypen jake
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All four 12 turtles first meetings/impressions headcanons pleeeeeaaassseee <3333
anything for pookie <333
2012 TMNT First Meetings Headcanons
Leo
i think he would be interested in keeping you safe if you're a civilian
if you're a criminal he might talk you down from doing crime first, if you don't listen to him though he will kick your ass
but back to if you're a regular person in new yorkâ if you were in danger he would most likely defend you
and if you insist on keeping him company because he saved your life, he might get a little shy and embarrassed
are you hungry ? he'll get you an order of pizza gyozas as soon as possible
you're one of the few humans he's ever met, it's a little hard for him to socialise with you at first but then gets the hang of it
if you're interested in any of the things he's interested in he will ask about it
he might infodump about space heroes if you're not careful
if you let him, he might develop a silly little crush on you
sorry this leo first impression headcannon thing is purely spoopy fanservice
Raph
he'd think nothing of you if you're a civilian
if you're a criminal he'd beat your ass, no questions asked
but if you're insistent on talking to raph after he saves your life or whatever he'd get annoyed and ask why you want to talk to him so bad
but this is only if he's still with mona
if he hadn't been with mona at all or they broke up or whatever, he might be bored enough to have you around for company
he might end up venting to you if you listen to him for long enough
raph feels as though he's never listened to and to have someone so ready and willing to hear him ramble, it comforts him
you might become his favourite friend after a night of talking and getting to know one another
he also would like it if you wanted to watch him train and cheer him on, it helps dissolve his insecurities
Donnie
depends how you react to him when it comes to you being a civilian
as for you being a criminal ? he'd ask you why, how, whenâ he wants every little detail about the crime you're committing and the context behind it. he might not even want to kick your ass at all, maybe he just wants to talk.
now, if the turtle's saving your life and you're grateful like a normal person, thanking him and going on your merry way, he'd be proud of himself for handling whatever you tangled yourself with on his own.
if you make out his save as a knight-in-shining-armour-saving-his-princess situation ? he would get all flustered and embarrassed, falling for you hard if you give him any semblance of affection as thanks.
the mutant is starved for affection after all the years he's pined and yearned. crushing should be his middle name and it's not for crushing his enemies.
spending the rest of the night talking to him would probably mean him checking for wounds or if you got hurt.
he would worry about you no matter if your life was threatened or if someone just tried to steal your bag
haha you're the next april (whether you reciprocate or not is up to you)
Mikey
nah dude you're chill brah
bro's clueless if you're committing crime
but otherwise he'd fight whatever's threatening you then offer if you want to hang out with him
whether you agree or scream and run away it's your choice (but the latter isn't what you're here for, is it ?)
he'd take you to murakami's or some pizza place he knows of for food first
after eating you guys would go up to the rooftops and he'd try to show you tricks on his board
maybe try to flirt with you if he finds you easy on the eyes
you spending time with him kind of reassures him that he's not annoying like his brothers say he is, so you're making him feel better about himself just by keeping him company
he'd love to talk to you again !! definitely will call you in the middle of the night to ask you if you think pineapple belongs on pizza.
#tmnt#tmnt 2012 writing#tmnt 2012 x reader#tmnt 2012#tmnt 2012 headcanons#yippee#headcanons#jules' thoughts
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Bowl of Cherries | MV33
fandom: Formula 1
pairing: Max Verstappen x OC (aka our darling lilli)
names/faceclaims: -
summary: one clumsy moment, and suddenly plans have to change (not that anyone compains)
warning: mentions of mild injury, possible light swearing
requested: yes / no
author's note: for our beloved lilli aka @maxlarens! Happy birthday babe, enjoy your day! â€ïž
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They were supposed to leave. Their reservation was getting close, but neither of them kind of rushed. There wasn't a reason after all.
"I'm such a clumsy idiot that it screams problem," the woman muttered while sitting on a couch, already dressed in her little black dress and diamond necklace. The man was kneeling in front of her, a bag full of frozen peas in his hand, pressing it to her swollen ankle.
"Looks like heels will go straight to trash," she snorted, and Max just looked up and smirked.
"Do you understand that I can cancel that reservation with a single phonecall, right? No need to panic that we can't make it," he pressed the bag tighter and she hissed.
"Lils, baby, I know it hurts, but this will help it at first," he gently pressed his lips to her knee without any side intention but to comfort his fiancée.
"I know. But please, let me be angry at myself for ruining our anniversary, at least for a few minutes, okay?" she frowned at him, and he chuckled before a wrinkle appeared on his forehead.
"Wait, you think that you ruined our anniversary?"
"Well and didn't I?"
He scoffed and grabbed her hand, decorated with a timeless moi-et-toi diamond engagement ring, pressing it on the frozen bag.
"Hold it and sit still," he ordered before standing up and shrugging off this blazer, then quickly walking away from the living room.
She looked after him with a worry in her eyes. It was her clumsiness that destroyed their anniversary plans, the first anniversary they wanted to spend in their favorite restaurant as future husband and wife. Instead, her ankle was pulsing with pain, quickly turning into a size of an orange and a color of blueberries. The first drops on the window kind of woke her up from her thoughts. The sky outside turned gray, the heavy clouds full of water hanging just above the small principality they both called home. Jimmy and Sassy both patted over to their mistress, jumping on her lap and curling together, seeking warmth and comfort and quiet. She burried her fingers in their warm fur, her palm gently vibrating with their purring, and it almost made her smile. The possitive thing of the evening was that the cats came willingly to cuddle with her. And that certainly didn't happen too often.
"Okay, let's get you out of this dress."
She nearly jumped out of the couch when Max's voice sounded just behind her, Jimmy merely opening one eye to give his master a judgemental look before closing it again.
"Now you two, off to the carpet with you," Max gently scooped one cat with each hand and set them on the floor, earning a hiss and a swing by tail before both kittens marched to the guest bedroom. The comforter there apparently seemed like a good alternative.
"They plan to kill you," she muttered when her fiancé put a pile of clothes next to her and then grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it over her head. Max helped her unclip the bra and put on one of his hoodies followed by joggers, then took off her necklace (which he left on the coffee table) and pressed a packet of cooling gel to her injured ankle.
"Okay, here we go. Let's call it a practice," he grinned at her, and she yelped when he swiftly lifted her bridal style, marching with her towards the balcony.
"I'm heavy," she murmured and burried her face in Max's neck, earning a chuckle.
"Yeah, and I'm Mona Lisa. Lils, schatje, you know I wouldn't let you fall, right?" three-time world champion pressed a kiss to her temple before opening the balcony door and stepping outside. And when she lifted her eyes, her jaw dropped. He put an air matress there, secored by few ties so it wouldn't fly away in the storm, and thrown their most fluffy blanket on it. There was the step he was using for excercise, laid with a various types of tapas and charcuterie - cheeses, sausages, crackers, olives, sundried tomatoes... and a bowl of cherries, grapes and watermelon.
Max gently laid her down on the matress and disappeared again, but just a few moments, to change himself in more comfortable clothes, before joining her again.
The rain was puring down, the wind bringing a smell of the sea to them, few lightning bolts appearing over the mountains.
"Open," Max ordered with a smile, and she opened her mouth, allowing him to put one of the blood red cherries in between her teeth. She chewed and spit out the cherrystone, before he gently took her face in his palm and pressed the softest kiss on her lips.
"Happy anniversary, Lils," he stroked her jaw with his finger.
"Happy anniversray, Maxie," she whispered back, allowing him another kiss.
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