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adanfore · 1 year ago

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Something about virgin Choso fucks me up in the head oh my god.

He acts tough. Every time he’s around you, talking to Yuuji, his brothers, he puts on a show as though nothing in the world matters, he’s always calm, layed back. Talking to him, you always got so nervous when he stared you down every time without a care in the world it seems, to you it looked like talking to anyone for him was easy as a breeze of wind, you kind of wished you were like that, like Choso. That also was half of why you were attracted to the man. The other half, well, self explanatory: he was great with his brothers, he was attractive in his own damn way which made your knees weak every time you saw him.

You hadn’t expected him to be a virgin, and a whiney one at that. When you had walked past the bathroom to the kitchen, you heard him in

the bathroom, he was masturbating.. Were you eavesdropping? Yes, but you couldn’t hold yourself from listening in to his beautiful cries of pleasure, whimpering, pleading for some reason, those pretty moans and whines turned you on more than you imagined. Well, the worst part came when you had not realized he was done already, you only realized when he opened the door and stood there, shocked, embarrassement flood over you and you just ran back to the guest bedroom.

If it only wasn’t for you getting carried away, this wouldn’t be happening right now, you and Choso sitting on the sofa, akwardly waiting for Yuuji to come back from the kitchen so the atmosphere turns nice again. You can feel Choso sneaking glances at you, fidgeting with the black silver rings on his fingers. Not wanting to have this continue for any longer, you decided you’d speak up.

“Listen, I’m sorry for yesterday, I just.. uh..”

You couldnt find a explanation for yourself.

“N-No, It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have.. Uhm, I shouldn’t have done it in the bathroom.”

“But I was eavesdropping on you, I need to apologize for that. I just couldn’t help but get carried away from… Shock!”

And as Choso was about to answer, Yuuji suddenly came into the room, having only heard muffles of your conversation.

“Yo, what’re you guys talking about?”

With a panic, you blurt whatever comes to mind.

“ Oh! I was just telling Choso that I’ll be helping him later.”

“Helping him with what?”

“Just washing the dishes, just to repay him for yesterday, I hit him after he scared me in the dark at night!

Yuuji seems content with that answer, and sits between you two. You couldn’t help but notice how Choso looked at you after you said you’ll help him later, eyes a little wide, a deep red spreading on his cheeks. He didn’t know whether to take it seriously or not, well, you were just making an excuse, but still, a gesture like that would blow his mind completely.

After the movie marathon, you both HAD to go wash the dishes, to play some truth into your silly excuse you gave to Yuuji, it was akward, very akward washing dishes with him. But you got to see Choso, the real him, how he was all fidgety, getting clumsy and blushing as hard as a cherry.

“Was it true..? What you said earlier?”

“What are you talking about, Choso?”

“H-How you said you’d help me later..”

“I am helping you thoug- Oh, you mean that?”

You said as the realization hit you, he was hard, and it was all because of your choice of words.

“I-I’m sorry, I am just gonna go, real sorry for thi-“

“N-No, Choso! I- I can help you, if you want me to?”

The sigh Choso gave out was huge.

“Please…”

That was all you needed to hear, proceeding to drag him up to his room at the back of the hall, the location of his room, being secluded and far away from any other room made you so grateful.

You sat him on the edge of his bed, leaning down to massage his thighs.

“How do you want me to help you, Choso?”

Hearing his name come out of your pretty lips always made him want to hold back smashing his face into yours, but now, he was just confused, he didn’t know what would be the most ‘appropriate’ thing to ask. All he wanted now, was to ruin you, to make you his, kiss you, feel and touch you everywhere he had ever dreamed of.

“I.. I don’t know, just- just touch me, do whatever, please..”

When you heard that, you immediately knew that he was a virgin, to your shock infact. Not wanting to torture this poor man any longer, you stopped massaging his thighs for a moment and told him to slide his sweatpants down, all the while looking at the wet spot of precum left on them.

You looked at his length for a second, before actually bringing your hand up to it, to rub and feel it to all of its size, he was huge, possibly the biggest you’ve ever had in a partner. It blew your mind and you wondered how it would feel inside you, how it would fill all of your insides, but, right now it was all about Choso’s pleasure which needed to be fixed.

The pool of precum doubled in size as you continued rubbing it, deciding to finally free it from his boxers, Choso moaned when it sprang up and hit his stomach. That made you look up at him, needing to hear more of his sounds, he looked back at you with a pleading look on his face which just said “please, touch me already”

You grabbed his length with your hand and started stroking it, slowly at first, picking up speed with some time. The moans, whines and whimpers this man put out were sent straight to your core.

“Please, Please, please, go faster, please, I’m gonna cum, Y/N, please!”

That motivated you to pick up speed, also to tighten your grip on his length to up the pleasure for him. His moans were getting out of control until you looked up at him with a strict look, telling him to be quiet. With that sense of dominance, he came all over, all over your hand, his stomach and thighs. His chest heaving, some small moans still coming out as he came down from his high.

You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking your hand and tasting Him before you began to walk out of his room, off to finish yourself off.

“W-Wait, can’t I make you feel good now?”

“I did this as an apology, Choso. Some other time, maybe.”

And with a wink and a smirk to him, you walked off to your room with an almost unbarable heat between your legs, it also had to be fixed.

NOT PROOFREAD ITS FUCKING 5 AM I WANNA GO SLEEP, ILL DO IT SOME OTHER TIME

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lyssaluvs · 10 months ago

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Just Play the Part

(Luke Castellan x Fem!Dionysus!Reader)

Summary: A makeover from Silena and the Aphrodite girls gives you the confidence boost you need.

A/N: this took me so bloody long it's borderline embarrassing. also luke is so out of character it almost makes me sick but whatever. god this is so short, i'm so sorry.

Warnings: Use of Y/n, reader is described to have curly hair but that's about it.

Children of Dionysus are rare, daughters even more so. As a matter of fact, you were the only one. To your knowledge… Before you came to Camp Half-Blood, you were an only child, and when you arrived, you suddenly had a much larger family that you did before. A father, brothers, it was fantastic, it felt amazing to have the family you had always dreamed of. However, with a somewhat absent mother, apparently no sisters, and not a whole lot of friends, let alone female ones, you had had little to no feminine influence in your life. This resulted in you becoming a bit of a tom-boy. It’s not that you didn’t want to embrace your femininity, you just didn’t know how.

“Oh goodness, those curls are a mess.”

“That outfit certainly isn’t doing her any favours.”

You heard the whispers as you walked past the small group of Aphrodite girls. As a child of Dionysus, you had quite a talent for theatrics, as well as being prone to sarcastic remarks, so you just couldn’t help but snap back.

“Can I help you?” You asked the group of girls, hands on your hips with your brows furrowed.

“Actually, we were wondering if we could help you…”

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You now found yourself sat in a surprisingly comfortable barber-style chair in the bathroom of the Aphrodite cabin.

“Sorry I got defensive; I’m not really used to talking to girls much.” You apologise to Silena once again.

“Stop apologising! We love having a new girl to give makeovers to. And who knows, maybe this will give you the confidence boost you need to finally talk to Luke, since he’s obviously too shy to talk to you first.”

You cast your gaze downward as a warmth spread across your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, you’re not that obvious. I just have a knack for these kinds of things, comes with being an Aphrodite kid. Luke, however, is about as subtle a sledgehammer. Please don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” She paused combing your hair to look you in the eye.

You just shrugged.

“The lingering touches when he corrects your stances, yearning stares…” She awaited your reaction and when she was met with a befuddled expression, she continued.

“Oh my god, you’re oblivious. Here’s what you’re going to do. Once we’re done here, you’re going to walk right up to him, and ask him out. There’s no way he’ll say no, so don’t try that excuse. And I’ve seen you on stage, you can certainly play an outgoing character, so if you’re going to use the shy excuse, I’ll tell you to just pretend you’re on stage.”

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It had been almost two hours and your makeover was finally over. Your curls were healthier than ever, your nails were painted, light makeup had been applied, and you had never felt more beautiful. You looked at your outfit in the mirror, taking note of the way the new flare jeans were much more flattering than your previous daggy cargos, and your camp tee now a size smaller and no longer drowning you.

“You’re lucky orange suits you, now go get your man!” Silena pushed you out the door, giving your butt a playful smack on the way out.

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Feeling more confident than ever you approached Luke while he was practicing his swordsmanship in front of the setting sun, alone, as he usually was at this time of day.

“Luke”

The brunette boy turned around so swiftly he almost lost his footing. He looked you up and down and swallowed heavily.

“Y/n, you look ama- “

“Do you want to go out with me?” The words shot out of your mouth before you could stop them. Regardless of Silena’s reassurance, if he did end up rejecting you, you wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible.

His jaw dropped and he looked as though he wanted to say something, but his voice wouldn’t cooperate. The two of you stood in silence for a few moments as you waited for an answer.

“It’s fine if you don’t. I’ll just go.” You began to turn around.

“YES! Sorry, yes, I want to go out with you. Please. I really want to go out with you.”

It seemed his voice had finally caught up with his mind.

Hmm… He’s cute when he rambles…

@elz-zalarrr this one's for you!

credit to @cafekitsune for the divider!

#percy jackson x reader #luke castellan x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #pjo tv show

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andvys · 1 year ago

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Summer nights.. | S.H.

Warnings: 18+, minors go away! smut, fingering, mentions of king!Steve, slight degrading, Steve calling reader "slut" (affectionately)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Word count: 2k+

A/N: so this was a request and now I don't know who requested it cause Tumblr deleted my previous draft (thank u tumblr), it's been sitting in my inbox for a while now, I saw it earlier and just had to write it. i’m not that proud of it but oh well

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The water is cold, you feel the goosebumps arising on your skin. The smell of chlorine lingers around you, the sound of crickets and the music from inside the house filling the silence.

It’s dark out and you can barely see past the trees in his backyard. If it wasn’t for his presence, you would feel scared of what might be lurking in the forest behind his house. But under the weight of his eyes and the closeness of his body, you feel anything but scared.

It's the last days of summer and you both decided to spend the day by the pool in his backyard. You laid out in the sun all day, soaking up the last rays of the sunlight before you both decided to go for a swim.

He is staring. Eating you with his eyes. His lips are pulled into a smirk, his eyes are filled with smugness and mischief. He bites his bottom lip as he eyes you – taking in the sight of the pink bikini top covering your chest, he can see your nipples through the flimsy top. Water is dripping from your hair, your bottom lip is quivering a little, you’re cold and he feels the urge to warm you up.

The water splashes around you as you swirl it around with your hand, trying to focus on anything but him. He can see how flustered you are, how you try to avoid looking at him for too long. He saw the way your eyes widened when he took his shirt off before he jumped into the water before you – how you pressed your thighs together when you were still just sitting at the edge of the pool.

You’re a shy little thing, just like you were when you were still in high school. When he was King Steve and you were the awkward and shy bookworm – you’ve always been a sight for sore eyes though. Steve had always watched you, he had always admired you and how pretty you looked with your short skirts and dresses. He could’ve gone after you back then but, he didn’t want to do what he did with other girls, you were special – and you still are.

And you have changed, became even more beautiful, you have grown into your body – you are no longer just the cute and pretty girl. You are a woman and the woman that you are, god, Steve can’t count the amount of times he had to excuse himself to the bathroom to jerk off during one of your hangouts.

You are shy but you are a tease. You give him the eyes, you sit on his lap, you even went as far as taking his fingers in your mouth to lick them clean when he had helped you putting the frosting on the cinnamon rolls you had made. Alright, maybe you are not that shy.

Finally, Steve moves closer to you and he fights the urge to smirk when he watches the way you tense up a little more.

“Are you cold?”

You look up at him through hooded eyes and that alone makes his dick twitch. Fuck.

You lick your lips, giving him an innocent look that you know will drive him insane.

“A little.”

“Do you need me to warm you up, honey?”

His voice is so smooth and husky. It makes you shiver.

You bat your eyelashes at him and nod.

His large hands grab your waist and he backs you further up against the wall as he presses himself against you, letting his warm body touch yours.

“Like this?” He asks as he looks down at you, adoring how much shorter you are than him.

“Mhmm.”

You place your hands on his chest and gaze up at him. Steve had always been one of the prettiest boys. His beautiful hazel eyes, his stupid perfect hair, his plush lips, the cocky attitude had always made you weak but now he is just handsome. He’s a man. His hair is longer and right now, it hangs in front of his eyes, water dripping down from it and rolling down his sun kissed skin, the chest hair is something you never thought you’d like but, you love it on him. The black in his eyes makes the hazel in them disappear. He wants you just as much as you want him. Neither of you had been brave enough to cross that line yet. You both enjoyed the little game you were playing, a little too much.

His hands grip your waist tightly, he leans down to whisper in your ear, “or do you need more?”

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his lips on your earlobe. You suddenly forget about how cold the water is, the heat of his body and his touch makes you feel hot.

You can’t even help it, you press yourself against him and whimper at the feeling of his hard dick against your stomach.

He chuckles at your gasp.

“You feel that, honey?” He asks as he grabs your hand and pushes it under water, pressing it against his bulge.

Your lips part in surprise, your eyes widen, heat pools in your lower stomach and you have to press your thighs together again. Only this time, he doesn’t let you. He pushes his thighs between your legs, pressing it firmly against your heat.

“S-Steve,” you whimper as you look up at him with pleading eyes.

This. You had both been waiting for this. Waiting to cross the line. Waiting for the right moment to kiss, to touch each other like this. The anticipation was good but this is so much better.

You want him, you want to drag him out of the water, push him down on one of the loungers and get down on your knees for him. You want to worship him.

He chuckles darkly and he leans down, he brushes your hair back and places his lips against your neck, kissing you softly.

“You did that to me,” he whispers as his lips nip at your skin, his hand travels down to your panties, fingertips grazing the soft material, “you always make me so fucking hard.”

The feeling that rushes through you almost overwhelms you. Your body feels hot. The ache between your legs makes you whine. You’ve been needy for him all day – he had been teasing you from the moment he had picked you up in the afternoon.

You tilt your head to the side, wanting, no, needing more. And he gives you just what you want. His wet lips leave no space untouched. He kisses your neck, your throat, your jaw, your collarbone. He makes you whine and whimper with just a few simple kisses.

You grind against his thigh, desperately.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispers against your skin as his fingers finally find their way to your clit, “walking around in those short little skirts, looking at me with those desperate eyes – you want me just as bad, huh?”

You know it’s not a question. He knows that you want him. He is teasing you as always. Pressing his fingers against your clit, rubbing circles against your aching bud – slowly. He is torturing you.

You nod your head way too desperately, another whimper falling from your lips.

“Are you gonna let me–”

“Yes!”

He chuckles again and pulls back to look at you, “desperate huh?”

He admires your flushed cheeks and the way you are shaking as you grab his arms.

“Please?”

Who is he to say no to you?

He pushes your panties to the side, finally, touching you the way he always wanted to. He slips his fingers through your folds, hissing, “you’re soaked, baby, is that all for me?”

You shudder and gasp, swallowing harshly as you nod, unable to form any words. The butterflies in your stomach are wild, the burning in your pussy, making you whine. His fingers feel so much better than yours.

He leans his forehead against yours, your noses bump together before his lips finally find yours. He cups your cheek with his free hand, he kisses you, he finally kisses you after months of pining and yearning, he kisses you, desperately and roughly as his fingers circle your entrance.

Neither of you care about the slight taste of chlorine on your lips -- the taste of vanilla ice cream that you had earlier is stronger.

You moan at the feeling, bucking your hips into his hand. You throw your arms around his neck and bury your hand in his hair, tugging at it. He moans into the kiss and he slips his tongue past your plush lips as he slowly pushes his fingers inside of you, moaning yet again when he feels how tight and wet you are. He pumps them in and out of you a few times before he adds a second one, scissoring them inside of you.

“Steve!” You gasp against his lips as you pull away from the kiss, only to be pulled back in for another one. This time, it’s even more desperate. He cups the back of your neck, he breathes heavily and groans when he feels you squeezing his fingers.

You continue to tug at his wet hair, whining and whitering as he fucks you with his long fingers.

You had dreamed of this for so long. Every time you look at his hands, the veins in them, his long fingers, you just want them inside of you.

His heart is racing in his chest, just like yours is. Your bodies feel on fire. You wonder what it will feel like to have his cock inside of you. Just the feeling of him against your stomach makes you moan even louder. You need him.

He starts fingering you harder, faster. Loving the way your walls clench around his fingers – he can’t help but think about what it would feel like to fuck your tight little pussy, to spread you open with his dick, to make you whine, to see the tears in your eyes when you try to take his big cock for the first time – no one was ever able to take him fully before, he’s just too big.

The lack of air causes you to pull away from the kiss with a gasp.

“Oh my god,” you whimper, breathing heavily as you bury your face in his neck and hold onto him, tightly.

You don’t even notice his heavy breathing but you can feel his throbbing dick against your stomach and it makes it all feel even better.

“You’re taking my fingers like a good girl.”

Your eyes roll back and you squeeze them shut when he curls them inside of you as he pushes them deeper than you could ever reach.

You cling to his body, pressing your wet chest against his as your nails dig into his skin.

Your lips are parted and you can’t even stop the moans from falling, you can’t even stop yourself from drooling when he fucks you harshly and sucks on your shoulder, kissing and biting your skin, marking you up.

“T-That feels so… good.”

He kisses your shoulder sloppily, grinding against you ever so slightly. The water in between you sloshes, his wrist is moving at a rapid pace as he fingers your needy cunt.

“You’re so easy to please, sweet thing,” Steve rasps, “it’s just my fingers and you’re whining like a needy little slut.”

You are surprised by his filthy words – you figure that this is King Steve talking right now. He knows you had a thing for him back then and as much as he hates his old self, this part of him never left – the one with a filthy mouth.

“Y-Your slut, Steve– Ah! R-Right there, p-please..”

He smirks against your shoulder, picking up the pace and fucking you brutally with his fingers. Rubbing your sensitive clit with his thumb.

Tears well up in your eyes when you begin to feel overwhelmed by the pleasure he is giving you with just his hand. Your moans get high pitched, your walls squeeze tighter around his fingers and he groans in response.

Your thighs are shaking, he can feel it.

“I’m gonna, fuck – I’m gonna take you upstairs after this.”

You suck in a harsh breath.

“And I’m gonna fuck you so hard. S-Shit, the thing you did to me earlier? Sucking on my finger like that?” He grunts, “you’re a fucking tease.”

“Steve, please!”

“Just like that, keep moaning my name like that, shit.”

He grabs you by the back of your neck and pulls you back, “let me look at your pretty face when you cum around my fingers.”

You almost feel ashamed to look at him, tears are blurring your vision, you are fucking drooling. He kisses your pout, “come on, baby, soak my fingers, cum for me.”

If it wasn’t for his hands holding your cheeks, you’d throw your head back in pleasure but he forces you to look at him as you cum around his fingers with a loud whimper.

“Just like that, honey,” he praises you and pats your cheek, “good girl.”

“I-I can’t–” You whimper when he keeps going, “please.”

“Aw,” he coos at you, “did I fuck you dumb with just my fingers?”

You are shaking and he holds you tightly as he peppers kisses all over your faces, slowly pulling his fingers out and putting your panties back in please.

He admires the way you are coming down from the high – not knowing what the night still has in store for you. But when you look into his eyes again and a smirk tugs at your lips, he knows, he just fucking knows that he is in for something.

“Can I suck your cock now, daddy?”

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norrizzandpia · 7 months ago

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Hi :))

How about angry love confession in the rain with Lando and then a kiss in the rain??!

Olive (LN4)

Summary: After a massive loss, Lando and Y/n find themselves losing sight of the love they once shared. A ghost town in a house they once imprinted their love in is riddled in pain and grief. Right at the edge of the cliff, ready to give up and part ways, an anniversary pulls them back together and reunites them in what they once had.

Warnings: THIS IS VERY TRIGGERING TO SOME AUDIENCES, depictions of a miscarriage, language, massive angst, HAPPY ENDING

Note: it is not a very angry love confession im sorry :( but i kind of took creative freedom here! I hope you like it! I also lied THIS IS NOT A TWO PART JUST ONE because it ends positively

I could be a good mother and I want to be your wife. - Not a lot, just forever by Adrianne Lenker

There wasn’t necessarily a moment Y/n could pinpoint as the ending of the love her and Lando had. There were fights they had that could’ve hinted at their falling out, but it seemed as though one day, she woke up and the house they lived in together was just one of ghosts and pain.

The walls that were once filled with laughter and happiness now creaked with silence. This was almost worse than a complete break up. This was hell on Earth. This was living with the man she loved more than anything and knowing he no longer loved her in the way she did, lying to himself to try and salvage something that wasn’t there.

It was almost as if they hated the fact that, at some point, they loved each other. Lando couldn’t dare to look at her, worried if he did then he would realize how much he used to feel for her, and Y/n never spoke unless needed, not wanting to alert him of her presence and see him tense in the way he did.

It was tragic and it was sorrowful and it wasn’t love.

THREE YEARS EARLIER

Y/n set the last box down, staring at the empty room and smiling. His arms surprised her as they winded their way around her waist.

He nuzzled into her neck and kissed softly at the skin, “What a beautiful home for my beautiful girl.”

She blushed, “Lan, it’s your home too. It’s ours.”

She yelped as he twirled her around in his arms, face coming into view and oh so close. He nipped at her nose, giggles ensuing from the two, “Say that again.”

Her arms crossed over his neck, “It’s our home.”

Lando sighed and let his eyes fall to the space behind her, “Three years it took us to move in together.”

She tutted, “Three years it took you to convince me to move to Monaco.”

His dimples gave way and her heart warmed. The deep divots on his skin always peeked out when he was talking to her, she thought of them as a physical sign of his adoration.

She traced over them and Lando stared down at her, Y/n unknowing, as his body drowned in the love he had for her. He wouldn’t want to move in with anyone else. When he pictured his life, it was her standing in this room with him.

Their bedroom.

“How long do you think until a little you and me runs around here?” He whispered, grabbing her attention once more.

Y/n’s eyes lightly fluttered down to her stomach, “Not long I hope.”

A mischievous grin deepened his dimples and she knew what he was going to say before the words even fell from his mouth.

”Want to try now?”

No bed in the room, he dragged her down to the kitchen and set her upon the counter. Their first memory in their house together.

PRESENT

”Excuse me,” She whispered, a slight roughness to her voice only a lack of sleep could explain.

Lando didn’t move.

She huffed, “Lando,”

His head turned and his eyes latched onto the wall behind her, “What?”

She crossed her arms over her chest, “Please move.”

His head gave two glances to the left and right before he shrugged, “It’s a small bathroom, Y/n. I can’t move.”

”You’re standing in the middle of the walkway, Lando. I can’t get through to get ready for bed.” She gave, eyes rolling when he wouldn’t budge.

Lando snapped, “Jesus, Y/n, why don’t you just take your shit down the hall to the other bathroom. Get ready there. Problem solve, please.”

Her eyes turned cold and when he finally met them, he couldn’t recognize the woman he once loved.

“Fuck you. You of all people should know why I won’t step foot in there. You won’t. Why should I?” She said, pushing past him forcefully to get where she needed to be.

He grunted, “Don’t fucking push me. What are we? Five?”

She chuckled, “That’s rich coming from you.”

Lando’s eyes rolled, “Oh, come on. Really? You’re gonna fucking throw that at me?”

She put her toothpaste against the bristles of the brush and gave him a quick look before going silent and letting the cool mint taste shut her up.

He grumbled, “Fucking silent treatment. Classic.”

Lando slammed the door shut, random mutters of annoyance under his breath as he walked away.

Y/n stared at the white paint as it chipped away, having been slammed many times before. And only when she turned back to stare at her reflection did she notice the tears down her cheeks.

She could leave, there was nothing stopping her, but what she didn’t want to admit was the love still there that she couldn’t let go of.

THREE YEARS EARLIER

”You don’t think it’s weird we’re trying for a baby when we aren’t even engaged yet, right?” Y/n asked as she sat at the counter, the morning breeze coming in through the main bay window and keeping small strands of her hair out of her face.

Lando’s back was to her as he hesitated, “No, I don’t think so. Lots of couples do it.”

Her eyebrows knitted together, “Are you sure? I feel like they’re all at least engaged.”

A plate of pancakes was clutched in his grip when he turned around, a small smile on his face as he looked at her. He set the food down and pushed her hair off her shoulder, “We aren’t other couples, baby. We can do things on our own terms.”

She nodded, “Maybe, but…” She trailed off.

His mouth was filled as he murmured, “But what?”

She poked her food around with her fork when she whispered, “But what if I want to get married?”

Lando stopped eating, practically stopped breathing altogether. He took a few seconds before resuming his prior movements as if nothing happened, “We can talk about it.”

His lack of enthusiasm made her retract into herself. He wanted a baby, but he didn’t want marriage seemingly.

Why?

PRESENT

”So, how are you? I haven’t seen you since before it happened, Y/n.” Her best friend, Carter, asked.

Y/n blinked at the girl across from her, willing away tears, “I’m doing better.”

Carter stared at her skeptically, “What about Lando? How’s he holding up?”

Her mouth moved down a bit and Carter knew. What the couple had been through was hard enough and her worst fear was for her best friend to lose the man she loved to it. They were young, too young, and what could’ve made them stronger only destroyed them.

Carter’s hand reached across the table and clutched Y/n’s when her mouth began to move in a response, but failed.

She took a deep breath, “I’m not sure. We aren’t really talking right now. It’s been hard on us.”

Carter nodded, “Of course, it has. Of course.”

Y/n looked around the coffee shop and smiled at the times her and Lando used to make trips in the early morning just to get the hot liquid. She met Carter’s gaze, “I’m hoping we can somehow make it through.”

The implication of that sentence was shattered, Carter’s eyebrows raised, “You don’t think you can?”

Y/n picked at her nails, “We just had massive problems before it happened and then… Well, it happened, and it was so much to work through. We just crumbled under the sheer amount of shit to talk through. It sounds stupid, I know, for how in love we were. But, by the time we got through the grieving, the problems had been so long suppressed, we just hated each other.”

Carter dipped her head down to catch Y/‘s eyes, “But, what if that was just the grieving. What if you never hated each other and you were both just trying to get through your own sadness. What if you aren’t even done grieving.”

Y/n shook her head, “We’re so far gone, Car. I don’t ever see him even giving me the light of day to talk through it.”

”Lando loves you, Y/n. He always has and he always will. He’s just in pain.” Carter tried, but Y/n snapped.

”So am I.”

A silence passed between them before Y/n dropped her head, muttering an apology for her tone. Carter just shook her head and reassured her friend. Though, in the back of her mind, she noted the way Y/n was behaving. The girl wasn’t the same and with all the loss she was experiencing, Carter couldn’t blame her.

TWO YEARS PRIOR

”LANDO!” Y/n screeched from the top of the stairs, running down them so fast she was worried of tripping.

Lando came running to her, concern evident on his face. When they met in the downstairs hallway and she seemed untouched, he cocked his head.

”What’s going on, baby?” He pulled her into his arms, checking the top of her head for any injuries.

”Lan,” She started, but his eyes were already on the object grasped in her palm.

He had felt it poking against his stomach when he leaned forward to look at her scalp and the infamous color of pink at the tip told him what news she was about to give.

His face lifted, “No,”

She nodded with a smile, “I’M PREGNANT!”

He screamed, a girlish one she giggled at, and picked her up, twirling her around. When he set her down, they jumped around together, laughing and yelping out in happiness.

”BABY! THERE’S A BABY!” He yelled before grabbing her face and kissing her sweetly. He poured his love for her into it, wanting her to know how happy he was to share this with her. He wanted to reassure her that he’d be there every step of the way, that he’d love her every step of the way. The softness of his hands on her body and his plump lips enveloping hers told her what he wanted them to.

When they pulled back, his eyes sparkled and he put his hand over her stomach.

Glistening in his eyes, he stared upon the woman that was the rest of his life and rubbed gently over her shirt, “We’re having a kid together.”

She nodded, “We are, Lan.”

His face nuzzled in her hair when he hugged her and whispered, “I’ve never wanted anything more. I love you so much, Y/n.”

PRESENT

”Your love is conditional, Lando. It always has been and it always will be.” Y/n yelled, anger radiating off her as she stared at him.

Lando’s hands clutched his hair, “You’ve never loved me for who I was, Y/n!”

She went quiet, heavily taken aback by his statement. When she came into this conversation, her only goal was to try and address the problems they’d had before everything they went through. She wanted Carter to be right. For their distance to be just grief and pain, for them to have a fighting chance. But, he only met her with hostility and defensiveness. It was bound to escalate, but not to this. Not to what he just accused her of.

Tears found their way down her cheeks, “Lando, I have loved you since the moment we met. I have loved you for you, not your money or your status. I have loved every part of you with truth and honesty. I have not put six years of my life into you based on a superficial love. You were my everything, Lan.” She got quiet, “I’ve defended you even when you were wrong, celebrated you even when you failed, cheered you on when you didn’t believe in yourself, pulled you back up when you’d fallen down. I have given my life to you. Don’t you dare look at me and tell me I never loved you for who you were. That was all I ever did. You wanted me to move to Monaco, albeit with some hesitance, I did. You wanted me to quit my job so I could come to every race, I was there. You didn’t want to get married, but I did, so we didn’t. You wanted a baby, I did too, and I gave that to you. I’m sorry if my failure in growing her has made you think I don’t love you for you, but some things I just can’t fucking control.”

By the end of her words, she was choking it all out, sobs emitting from her and pain the only thing she could communicate. Her last few sentences were said with screams, right in his face to try and make him hear her.

Hear her, he did, but he produced no response as he stared at her blankly.

Even as she pleaded for him, he couldn’t deliver.

“Fuck you, Lando.” She yelled before walking upstairs and slamming the bedroom door shut.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

”I love you, Lan.” Y/n whispered, his hand clutched in hers as they sat in the examination room.

He smiled at her, his dimples not appearing, “I love you too, Y/n.”

They stared at each other, stress and fear etched into the lines of their faces when the doctor walked in.

The somber look on his face made Y/n sit up, “No,”

He sat down, “Unfortunately, the baby didn’t make it. I am so very sorry for your loss. There was a problem with the-”

”What?” Lando whispered, his grip on Y/n’s hand loosening.

She looked at him as his finger slipped from hers, but he refused to look at her.

“No.” He said, adamant his worst nightmare wasn’t coming true. He stood from his chair, tears in his eyes, before storming out.

The first door slam of many.

Y/n laid still on the table, a hand over her bump and tears down her face, completely abandoned by the man who was supposed to be in this with her.

“I’m sorry about him,” She took a breath, “We really wanted to meet her.”

The doctor smiled softly, “Do you mind if I ask what you were going to name her? Sometimes, in situations like these, I find it’s best to refer to the child by their name rather than something else.”

She shook her head, “I don’t mind.” Her eyes drifted to the door, wishing for Lando to come back so they could utter the name of their daughter together, but he didn’t show.

Tears streamed from her face when she whispered, “Olive.”

The doctor smiled, “What a lovely name.”

The air of the room shifted when the man set down his clipboard, rolling his chair closer and rubbing his forehead.

”Now, we have to discuss the options of stillbirth.”

She was expected to be strong, to talk about what she was most comfortable with when birthing a daughter she would never get to see prosper.

Maybe she could’ve been strong had Lando been by her side like he promised. But he was nowhere to be found.

And that made her hate him.

ONE YEAR EARLIER

The couple stared at the assembly of rocks shoved in the dirt of their backyard, a formation of a heart staring back at them. The memorial of their daughter was the last thing they had which tied themselves to her. Lando stood feet away from Y/n, not having touched her in the week after the news and the birth.

He had been there with her, but mentally, she knew he was somewhere else. Part of her understood, she would’ve mentally placed herself some place else had she not been having to focus on pushing, but she also loathed him for not stepping up and being with her like he had promised.

Part of her didn’t want him to touch her, but the other part wished for him to show any kind of sign of attraction toward her. She felt unwanted and worthless in the eyes of the man that once made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the entire world. The destruction of them laid before them, staring at them so innocently.

Her daughter. Their daughter. The little her and him that was supposed to be drawing on the walls and dropping food on the floor stared back at them in the form of rocks and dirt.

She reached for his hand, it wet from the tears she had been wiping away, but he just jerked his body away and retreated back into the house.

Maybe that was the moment where they genuinely died.

PRESENT

The one year anniversary of Olive and her memory only brought Y/n the same amount of pain it did a year ago. She had anticipated that. This was her daughter. A whole in her heart would always be there in the shape of Olive.

It didn’t matter that it was raining or how cold the day was, Y/n was going to push herself to step outside and visit the rocks her and Lando had planted there all those months ago in an effort to reconcile the pain that harbored within their bodies.

She found the dirt patch and sat in front of it, mud soaking her jeans and water soaking her hair. She felt alive in the midst of the rain, the most she had since it happened, and she laughed.

“Funny how you killed me, but you make me feel alive today.” She whispered, staring at the heart intensely.

She breathed, “I hope you don’t think I hate you. For a moment there, I thought I did. I hate to say it out loud, but I really thought I did. I thought I hated you because I blamed Lando and I’s problems on you. I blamed my pain on you. You brought so much happiness into this home, but you brought so much pain and even after a year, I still don’t know how to deal with it. But, I know now that that was just the grief talking. I never hated you, I just loved you so much and losing you was one of the worst things that has ever happened to me. Living without you, even though I never knew you, has been the greatest challenge of my life. Your father, I hope he’s found some sort of peace in all of this. No matter how much he’s hurt me, not shown up, he deserves so much. I hate that you never got to meet him, know him, be loved by him. It’s an experience, I’ll tell you that. It’s chaos and it’s sometimes anger or sadness, but it’s love and it’s deep love. When you’re loved by your father, and you were, it’s beautiful. If there’s anything I could wish for, it would be for you to be here and be able to describe to someone, like I can, how amazing it feels to be loved the way your Dad loves.”

”Really?” Lando whispered from behind her, his broken voice striking a part of her she forgot was there.

She turned around, looking up at him and smiling softly, “Yeah,”

Lando sat down next to her, the two leaning into each other in the coldness of the rain. Their shoulders touched and it brought electricity throughout Y/n’s body, the first time their bodies had met in a while. Whether it was because he was cold or he craved her like she did, Y/n didn’t know.

“I hate that she never got to experience what it was like to be loved by you.” He murmured from beside her, staring at the rocks like she was.

Y/n softened, “What happened to us, Lan?”

He sighed, “Y/n, you were never a failure because Olive died before we could meet her. I never thought you failed.”

She was getting sick of crying, “But, you left me, Lan. You left me on that table, you left me in this house, you left me by myself, you left me with the memory of her. You left me alone when I needed you most. You never touched me, never looked at me. I know we could’ve been something with her. We would’ve been great parents. That hurts the most. There was so much potential for immense happiness, but it was just taken so fast. I could be a good mother, Lan, and I want to be your wife, but you didn’t show up for me.”

The sound of her sobs broke his heart and he finally let his body succumb to its desires to feel her warmth against his. He lightly let his hand fall over hers, checking to make sure his touch was wanted. When she didn’t fight back, he let their fingers tangle together.

”I knew you would be a good mother. I know you will be. That was never it. I was ashamed of myself. I had felt like I had forced this child on you and now it was like I was forcing you to go through the pain of losing a daughter because of it. I hated looking at you, touching you because it hurt to let my mind wander to its idea that I was the reason you were crying every night and a shell of who you once were. I wanted to fight my love for you because it just made me so angry. I felt like I had ruined the life we were so excited to lead. I had destroyed our hope and destroyed the wants we had for this house. I just couldn’t come to terms with it all without blaming myself and I pushed you away in the process. I hate myself for that, Y/n.” He stated with force. She could tell he was determined to right his wrongs.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, “But, what about not wanting to get married? How come I wasn’t enough to want to marry?”

He shook his head, “That was never it. You were always enough. I just didn’t want you to be permanently tied to me unless you wanted to leave me. I’m always gone and traveling. I’m not a stable boyfriend and you deserve one. I can’t give that to you. I didn’t want you to be officially associated with me in case you woke up one day and decided to find something better.”

Y/n turned to look at him, their teary eyes meeting each other without malice for the first time in a long time, “How come you would think I would ever want to leave you? Plus, a baby? Lan, that would’ve tied me to you forever.”

He nodded, “But, not officially. We could coparent and you could walk whenever you chose. If you walked out, you wouldn’t be faced with mounds of paperwork and custody battles over a kid we both grew. I wanted you to have the option.”

”But I never wanted the option. I still don’t want the option.” She said, her voice firm and knowing.

Lando’s eyes lit up, “You still want to be with me? Even after everything I put you through?”

Y/n’s eyes erupted in fury, “Lando! I love you! I always have and I always will! I wanted Olive with you and I wanted a life with you! Stop, I’m begging you, stop sabotaging us with your fears!”

He smiled at her, his dimples appearing and making her heart soar, and she just huffed, “What?”

He chuckled softly, “I just never expected to be happy you were getting mad at me.”

At his confession, Y/n’s stern demeanor lessened and she caught a glimpse of the man he used to be. Maybe they just needed each other to find who they once were.

Her hand in his, he whispered once more, “I’m sorry for accusing you of not loving me for who I am. That was completely untrue. I’ve never felt as loved by anyone than by you and I’m sorry for suggesting you use Olive’s bathroom to get ready for bed. I knew it was wrong the moment I said it. I’ve fucked up so many times, Y/n. I’ve hurt you so much and I’ve failed you so much. I’m so sorry. I love you so much and I can’t believe I fell short when it was tested. I’ll never let it happen again. Let me show you.”

She nodded, her head falling into the crook of his neck as his arms found her waist, “I’ll let you show me. We’ll be okay and we’ll get through it. I know it now. We’ll overcome this. We have each other, that’s all that matters.”

He pulled back for a moment to kiss her, find her lips when he hadn’t for so long. When they met, the cold water dripping around them, their love was cemented once more. There were still things to talk through, work through, but they stopped deciding to try and do it alone. They had each other, they depended on each other. That was okay.

He slumped back when they separated, in a moment of pure bliss, and her body fell further into him. Completely cradled by him, Lando stared at the small note that Olive’s name was written on, having been put there by Y/n the year prior.

They missed her, they always would, but in front of her memorial, they found each other again. In front of her remembrance, Lando and Y/n were reminded of how much they used to love each other. They allowed their walls to fall and returned to each other in front of their daughter. In a solid and warm embrace, they knew a future together was not over or out of reach.

In fact, it was just beginning.

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(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) TODAY’S CONTENTS : 16+ / cursing / reader is suspicious!.. / a little bit of angst(?) / fem!reader / reader is scared of bugs / reader is described shorter than satoru / satoru’s kindaaa a bitch / let me know if i missed any warnings <3 ★ ˎˊ˗ series m.list ★ ˎˊ˗ wc : 3.7k (how did we go from 2.5k to..)

“tokyo jujutsu high..” you lean back against your seat in the train as an overwhelming feeling takes over you. this is going to be your new life — as a jujutsu sorcerer. this is what you signed up for, so no take backsies, right? even so, you can’t shake off the lingering feeling within you that tells you today is going to be much more than just a.. ‘long day’

“Excuse me, can you stop your mumbling?” your head snapped towards the sound, a look of embarrassment washing over you, realizing you’ve been talking to yourself like an idiot.

“oh, my apologies.” you force a smile at the old man who had been clearly trying to sleep, silently cursing yourself for choosing the worst possible seat — it doesn’t look like there are any decent ones, now that you look around.

“whew, everyone on this train looks real sketchy..” and you’re back to mumbling to yourself. i can’t even get my head straight right now.. the overburning feelings of excitement and stress cling to your heart. this is a big day for you, isn’t it?

you were told you were the replacement for some.. ‘crazy guy’ who slaughtered an entire village and left the jujutsu society. you wonder how his teammates feel about that — are they mad about what he did? sad that he left? or worse, scared of him even? no — maybe all at once. “sounds like a bunch of bullshit though..” you sub-consciously mutter. i mean, who is crazy enough to kill the people they swore to protect?

you can’t help but stare out of the window, a state of frenzy taking over you. determination flows through your body, you’re ready for this, these are just the few small steps you need to a—

“attention passengers,” a voice echoes through the train “we’ve arrived at tokyo — may all passengers please depart carefully, i repeat, we’ve arrived at-“

a frustrated groan leaves your lips, maybe you did want the train ride to last just a little longer. the boost of confidence you had early had quickly seemed to dissipate into thin air. come on, you’ve got this..

despite the hesitating thoughts, you don’t waste another second without arising from your seat, nearly stumbling onto your belongings. a sheepish apology quickly slips out of your mouth in a desperate attempt to not make any further noise while leaving your seat, lurking behind the stretching line of people exiting the train.

the almost never-ending line slowly becomes smaller and smaller until you’ve finally reached the train gate. as soon as you walk out and enter the train station, you’re greeted with the beautiful scenery of tokyo. it’s your first time experiencing the grace of such a serene place in real time — it’s almost distracting, really, the sound of birds chirping by and people bustling everywhere — hold on, something smells a little..

“hey, i’m here.” a hand waves over your face, causing you to flip around quickly and you’re greeted by the sight of a girl with short brown hair and a cigarette sitting in between her lips — so that’s where the smell is coming from. “oh.” you eye her uniform, easily recognising the jujutsu tech uniform that bared similarities to yours.

“wow, you’re pretty.” you attempt to ignore the smoke hitting your face by throwing in a compliment, miserably failing as you slip out a couple of coughs— ahem. . you clear your throat.

the girl notices your discomfort quickly. “sorry.” she removes the cigarette from her mouth, letting the tip burn and the end falling to the ground.

“no, no, its fine.” you shake your hands, sighing in relief when you finally taste some fresh air. “so, you’re shoko right?” a curious gaze displays your features.

“mhm, i am shoko.” she confirms your statement. “Mr. Yaga sent me to escort you, he rambled quite a bit about you.” shoko briefly glances your way as you subtly nod at her words, gesturing you to follow her. you wonder what Mr. Yaga could have possibly said about you — hopefully good things.

“so you’re replacing suguru, huh?” she says it almost as a fact and not a question. honestly, she is also a little unsure about the replacement like satoru— maybe not as worried as him, but she still expresses a sense of uneasiness — she is suguru’s friend too after all. . or was.

you haven’t even noticed that she’s talking to you, her words entering into one ear and out of the other. you’re inattentively staring straight ahead, mind too occupied with thoughts to notice her voice. your ears are ringing with theories about what could of seemingly caused their friend to do such an insane 360 — or maybe im thinking about it too much, he’s not what im after anyway..

“heeyy? you there?”

“oh, yeah, i am.” your response came off a little delayed. damn it, focus. you shake your head, trying to get rid of the lingering thoughts, it’s not the time to let your head get swayed.

“so. . is smoking even allowed in there?” you ask with a half-hearted snicker, a desperate attempt to save conversation.

“no, but if you don’t get caught then it never happened.” she shrugs. “not much of a smoker, are you?” the teasing glint in her voice makes you a little embarrassed, a nervous smile bracing your lips. “no, not really haha.”

“nothing to be embarrassed about, im just poking you.” her reassurance made you sigh in relief, perhaps this wasn’t going to be as difficult as you assumed it was.

“actually.. i wanted to ask something.” shoko turns her head in your direction, awaiting your question expectantly. there’s an unsure expression on your face, contemplating your words.

“why did your teammate-“ the words are about to roll off your tongue when suddenly a strange noise causes you to choke on your words — ring ring.

well isn’t that just great.

“sorry, gimmie a sec.” shoko looks at you apologetically as she takes her flip-phone out of her pocket. she checks the contact name, satoru. you managed to take a peep in time to see who’s calling.

the name leaves your throat a little dry. satoru gojo — from the gojo family. his existence itself makes curses quiver. a sense of rage boils up within you, hearing the name of the gojo clan itself makes your teeth grit.

your eyes narrow for a moment as you faintly hear his voice on the other side of the phone, words being exchanged. “stop calling, im almost there.” shoko hung up, her attention diverting back to you. she doesn’t miss the scowl on your face. “something wrong?”

“oh, no, nothing.” you snap out of your trance before your kettle could pop, your lips curling upward. “who’s ‘satoru’?” you fake a curious look. play dumb — that’s it.

“you don’t know satoru gojo?” shoko lets out a humorous laugh, faltering a little when she sees the serious look on your face. “he’s from one of the big clans, the strongest sorcerer of our generation, they say.” she simply shrugged. “don’t worry about it, he’s all talk, no bark.” she gives you a reassuring look, not what you would of expected from a gojo clan member — but perhaps you should take her word for it, for now.

theres a strangely comforting silence as you follow behind her, you could feel the air getting chilly and shivers vibrating through your body. shoko doesn’t seem to be affected much by it. maybe i should’ve brought a coat.

“anyways, we’re at the outskirts of tokyo now.” you squint your eyes, seeing a big building a few feet away. “well, you’re officially a sorcerer now. its not as exciting as it sounds, though.” she gives you a teasing look.

“i know that.” you roll your eyes. you both take a few more steps, finally arriving at the gate. behind the gate you spot multiple buildings. you have to stand still and collect your breath for a moment, so this is jujutsu tech.

“woah, it’s huge.” of course you knew a place with sorcerer’s from one of the biggest clans wasn’t going to be any joke, but it’s hard not to be swayed by such a breath-taking place.

“come on, lets go.” she takes your hand and walks through the gate. you closely inspect every sight on your way. wow, this place was pretty. you’re almost jealous of it’s radiance.

you’re taken to a bridge where shoko spots a familiar lean figure slouched against the railing with a sulky pout. the chalk-white hair that fell over his eyes, having to push them back with his long fingers and you almost get a view of the famous six eyes the gojo family is known for — those serene blue eyes that can put you in a daze with a look — wait, are you in a daze?

“not you too..” shoko slams her face causing you to snap out of your daydreams in a panicked oh! “im going to hide your face with a cardboard box one day, i swear.” a nasty side-eye was sent satoru’s way.

you thought him ‘charming people with one look’ (such big talk!) was mere gossip amongst the crowd. i mean, he couldn’t be that beautiful right?

you’ve never been more wrong.

“huuuuuh? so it’s my fault now?” satoru crosses his arms, a pout visible on his face. shoko already knows his ego is already swelling with pride, ‘cause he just can’t control the fact that he’s oh-so beautiful, can he?

“oh. . uh.” you finally realize his tall figure looming over you, taking a few steps back as he sizes you up, those piercing cold eyes were antagonising, anything but friendly. resentment runs through your body — it really is him, satoru gojo.

“this is stupid.” satoru let out a huff, pulling away and crossing his arms. “we don’t need a replac—“ satoru freezes in place when he catches the striking scowl on shoko’s face. “whatever. it’s ‘nice’ to meet you.” how much more pettier could he get?

“wellllll, ahem.” you let out a cough, trying to compose yourself. “my apologies. you’re satoru right?” you ask with a friendly smile on your face, but it’s almost like he can see through it with the way he eyes you. as if his icy orbs were poking right through your skull, did a shiver just run down your spine?

“it’s gojo to you.” a huff escaped his mouth and he turned away, refusing to even look at you, as if he was destined to hate you the exact moment you met — well, at least that’s something you both have in common.

shoko could only smack her forehead with her palm. when suguru joined sorcery, him and satoru didn’t hit it off immediately, it took them a while to get used to eachother’s company and get over their silly rivalry.

yet she has this strange feeling it might not be the same with you.

“ignore him, he’s just been a big whiny bitch about about the idea of a replacement.” shoko places a hand over your shoulder, ignoring the offended look satoru gave her, he was no ‘whiny bitch’ about it.. okay, maybe he was… just a little.

“speaking off..” you finally take your chance. “why’d your old teammate leave?” as soon as the words spilled out of your throat, you quickly notice how a cold tension develops in the air. you take a glance at satoru, oh. he doesn’t look very pleased you brought that up. .

“what’s it to you?” he snickers, tone comes off with an edge of hurt. he can’t say he’s over it, that he moved on, that would be a blatant lie. the reoccuring images of that day play in his head, not a single flaw in the vision of that scene — and it hurts.

you almost feel bad for bringing it up, since it clearly wasn’t the. . ‘right time’. you rub your hands together, its cold. was it always this chilly out here?

“i was just ask—“ “well, it’s none of your damn business.”

you can almost feel his glare, as if it was stabbing daggers right through your mind. teeth clenching, you hate that look, it’s just like them all. just like every other g—

“we’ll talk about it later.” shoko finally says something, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “im going to show her around for a bit, satoru. bye.” shoko waved as she quickly pulled you away from the bridge. phew.

“so i definitely killed the mo-“ you’re immediately cut off. “don’t bring that up in front of him, god.” shoko laughs. “it’s a sensitive topic for him.”

shoko looked up for a brief moment, exhaling. “suguru — he was our old teammate. they both were practically inseparable, i’m guessing you know he left and all.” you take in her words, suguru geto, of course you already knew who he was.

“im guessing you also wont tell me why he left.” you laugh, yet a curious gaze still present, hoping to hit the jackpot. “well.” shoko lets out a quiet hum and you’re kept on your toes, anticipating, as if watching a love confession in a movie. come on. .

“why do you wanna know so bad?” ah, shit. you almost let a groan leave your lips, you knew it was never going to be that easy, yet it’s just as frustrating.

“im just a little curious, from the things i heard he did some prettyyy crazy things, y’know?” woah, good save. “i can’t argue with you on that.” shoko laughs bitterly. “ill tell you some other time, though. its your first day here, let me tour you for real.”

you nod at her words, trailing behind her as she leads you to a hallway. you take a good look around — must be the dorms.

“so this is where the dorms are.” you look to the direction shoko points at. “your dorm is the one on the right, next to.. satoru’s.” she gives you an apologetic look. “theres no other rooms with essentials as of now, hope he wont be a big pain in the ass for you.”

you acknowledge her words, slowly moving to the room, paying a lot more attention to satoru’s door than yours — there was nothing special about it, yet you can’t shake the feeling that everything’s going a bit.. too smooth. your dorm being right next to his is like a lottery ticket, it’ll make everything much easier, but it’s almost too good to be true — or maybe you’re just overthinking it.

aside from that, it’s also not the best thing in the world. it’ll be perfect for your mission, and yet one day you might just end up punching that arrogant expression on his face from irritation — a double edged sword, they say.

“you can do whatever you want with the room, you listening?” you turn back to shoko, giving her a half-hearted smile. “oh, yeah, definitely.” shoko gives you a suspicious look. “ill take your word for it.. anyway, Mr. Yaga wants to see us tomorrow for a mission so you can prepare for that.”

“wow, mission already? it’s not a piece of cake, huh?” you joke. “consider yourself lucky, a lot of people have it way worse.” she teases you. “im going to go back to my own room — 303 if you’ve got any questions.” she gives you a pat on the shoulder before heading to the third floor, leaving you with the key to your dorm.

you slowly approach the door, finding yourself inspecting the door carefully as if something might jump out and hurt you, paranoid much.

rest assured, there was nothing set up. (obviously. .) you’re fiddling with your keys, about to open the door—

footsteps. the noise causes your ears to perk up immediately, turning around in a defensive stance to see whoever it is— oh.

“woah.” satoru raises his hand in the air defensively. “you ‘tryna to kill me or something?” redness spreads across your face as you immediately stand up straight. “im not armed, that was just a reflex.” you shoot him a glare. clearly, both of you were still petty about earlier.

“you were reaaaaalll nice with shoko huh?” suddenly he’s leaning in close. too close. is he onto you? is your journey over right here right now? maybe you were stupid for thinking you co- “there’s no mistake about it..” he scratches his chin.

“what?” you clench your fist in annoyance, its like your patience disappears whenever it comes to him.

“you’ve got a bug in your hair, do you even wash it?”

. . . .

“wait, what?” a rush of panic washes over you. “where is it!? wait, gojo!” you look up to him with a pitiful expression, only to be met with a teasing smirk. “ohhh, so you’re scared of bugs.” he’s saying it as if he’s keeping tabs on you or something. . he definitely is.

“i was just playing with you.” he shrugs nonchalantly. “seriously, how are you gonna fight a curse if you’re scared of a ‘lil ole bug?” oh this little tease.

“you’re seriously. asking to be punched, gojo.” you attempt to come off as intimidating as you can. unfortunately for you, you’re dealing with the cockiest man on this planet.

“what happened to ‘yer nice little demeanour huuuh? or does it just not apply t’me?” he’s easily towering over you, you don’t know why he’s so.. adamant to get to you. every word that comes out of his mouth — god, give me patience.

“bold of you to assume you deserve a single ounce of kindness.” ouch. the exasperated look on his face proved he did not take your comment lightly.

“oh yeah? don’t get arrogant just ‘cause you happen to get picked as a replacement.” there’s a strange venom in his words, you can’t tell whether it's targeted towards you. just why did he have to be so hard to read?

“just what are you so mad about, that you have to come bother someone else about it?” you bite back. “oh, yeah, me mad, suuuuureee. as if you didn’t look like you wanted to kill me a few seconds ago.” he retorts right back at you.

this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. you’re supposed to be nice to him and gain his trust — but that lingering anger in your heart is taking over you, the same coldness you loathe feeling — that cold look in his eyes, its just like them all. it’s like your feelings are speaking for you, as if your heart is pouring itself out.

present you would laugh at the fact that just an hour ago, you thought you’d be able to befriend him with ease. like a walk in the park, you’ll shoot him a kind smile just like you did with shoko, compliment his eyes maybe, yet it seems like you were destined to be enemies at first sight.

“and you know what? maybe you should be careful, ‘cause i will.” you shoot back, but satoru’s obviously not taking your threat seriously — ‘what could a wimp like her do to me?’

“oh please.” he grabs the collar of your shirt. “if you want me to be the last thing you see ill make it happen right n-“

“satoru, what are you doing?” a stern voice is heard from behind satoru and he immediately pulls away. you immediately recognise the man as the principle — Masamichi Yaga.

“nothinnggggg.” what a liar, you almost want to rat him out but technically it’s your fault as well. . .

“you’re the new student, aren’t you?” the man approaches you while satoru quietly observes. “yeah-“ your voice comes out in a stutter. “i am..”

“it’s your first day here, and you’re already fighting with that lunatic.” a grumble escaped his lips. his tone held a sense of aloofness, he doesn’t seem like someone who plays around. “don’t let me find this behaviour continuing.”

“but he started it f-“ you don’t even have time to respond and he’s leaving. your first encounter with the principle and its great, wow.

“but sirrrr, but heee..!” satoru mocks you from the side, and you have half a mind to not kick him in the face right there.

“im done arguing with an immature jerk like you.” you declare confidently, knowing you’re just as immature as him. “woooooah, look at miss victim being the bigger person, aren’t you sooo admir-“ by the time he’s done talking, you’ve already slammed the door to your room shut, causing him to flinch a little.

“gee, she’s ‘annoyin alright.” satoru opens the door to his own room with his key. walking inside and flopping onto the bed immediately. the AC is turned on in a beat. satoru can feel his mind relax as the cool air hits his body.

today’s tiring. there’s a lot of new unwanted thoughts swarming his mind, many of them being you.

in fact — ever since he heard about you replacing suguru, he’s been unable to help the hatred that filled his heart. is it hatred? or is he scared? the thought of someone else taking suguru’s place, for some reason, it irks him.

“maaaan, feelings are just as annoying as her.” satoru grumbled, resting his head on his arms. “i swear ‘somethin about her rubs me the wrong way.”

he’s not taking himself too seriously. he’s probably just thinking about it too much because he’s overwhelmed. he’ll take a nap and forget about it soon enough. (if only he followed his ‘divine intuition’.)

you, on the other hand, are quite literally panicking. unable to even lay down on your bed. you’re staring at the wall in disbelief, you’ve made it so far, you can’t afford to mess up now. but that look in his eyes — it brings back too many memories you’ve been wanting to forget.

maybe he was just playing around when you were fighting, but you’ve realised it now. he really can kill you if he wanted to. it makes you doubt yourself — if you even hold a fraction of his power. you knew it was never going to be easy, but it makes you wonder.

“just how will i assassinate gojo satoru?”

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★ ˎˊ˗ a/n : first chapter !! uh funfact reader was not suppose to have ulterior motives and the story was just suppose to be a simple rivals to lovers thing but while reader was talking to shoko i was like, why not give her a cliche assassin story 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ hope you enjoyed reading!!

#♡ tell me why your hands are cold #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk series #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #♡ ayra’s works #♡ div : khaer

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thewhumpcaretaker · 2 months ago

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⚜ Marquis of Los Angeles: Ch. I - Lucky Find

ཐི♡ཋྀ Thank you for the beta-read, @evrensadwrn! ཐི♡ཋྀ

Summary: On a visit to his home country, Sebastian LaCroix has the good fortune to find a beautiful and powerful Marquis dying of a bullet wound. Why not take him home as a ghoul?

Author's Note: Okay, um...remember when I said this was a one-shot? Excuse me while I spit out another enemies-to-lovers slowburn because I can't help myself. I may or may not finish it, but I'd rather give the story plenty of room to breathe than rush through it, even if I don't get to the end. I'm excited to see where it goes!

TW: hallucination, kidnapping, religious imagery, vampires doing vampire stuff

If you have a century or two to wait, sometimes the world delivers gifts, just lying there, ready to be pocketed. A seashell, pearlescent and only a little chipped at the edges. A shiny new quarter forgotten on the sidewalk. Los Angeles.

It even might deliver what Sebastian LaCroix would have called, in his day, a “dandy”, freshly dying, on the steps of the Sacré-Coeur Basilica.

Only minutes remained until sunrise. LaCroix’s heart, though it had no need to beat, contracted in terror at the nearness of sunlight, at the piercing golden glow already illuminating that beautiful creature’s parted, breathless lips. This was risky business, swooping in like a vulture at such a time. A little longer, and they might never have met. Sebastian thought of that too often in the days and years and centuries that followed.

Only minutes remained until the bullet in his brain would have laid waste to the most vigorous life force Sebastian had ever encountered.

But as matters stood, he watched from the shadowy columns where he had chosen to shelter during the daylight hours of his visit to France, and clung to the sound of a distant pulse. It persisted (though feebly) even once its scent exploded into open air.

A great bulk of a man in a dark overcoat bowed down his head and sighed. He lifted Vincent’s body with the solemnity of one who knows what death means, and carried it within, into the shadow where Sebastian waited, under those forgotten awnings just beyond the pews. The carnival of stained-glass light pouring through the windows did not penetrate there.

As they passed, the man halted, overcome with a sudden unease, and could not move his feet. Sebastian smiled on him, an open hand outstretched. “Would you allow me to bless this man before he passes on?”

The man had, of course, no choice, and he would not remember laying his charge at Sebastian’s feet, or saying, “Who are you, sir? A man of God?”

“Think of me as a healing angel.”

He stared, knowing quite frankly that this was bullshit. He could see a barely restrained urge to devour flaring up within Sebastian even now, not so different from the look his own superior had worn on occasion, equally recognizable on both kindred and kine. “If you are an angel, then so is he.”

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There was never total certainty that it would work. A headshot was unfortunate to say the least, and even with a truly massive outpouring of vitae, the bullet still had to be pushed out of Vincent’s brain, dragging on the neurons as it went.

There wasn’t physical pain, exactly. No nerves are to be found in the grey matter. Inside the brain itself, the only pain is mental.

Time and place fragmented themselves, breaking apart in front of Vincent to form a dazzling kaleidoscope. He was drifting on his back, through a flooded Château de Versailles. The water must have been deep, because he was lifted so high, close to the frescoed ceiling where angels leaned down over him amongst the roiling clouds. Why was the palace full of water? No…not water. Blood. Of course. He was being carried up to judgement on the tide of blood he’d spilt, that was it. He could hear his own music coming from another room, the reveries he used to play at the piano, but it was wildly distorted, devolving into devils’ trills. The angels crawled down over the mountains of clouds, over the ledge of the upper moulding, down the columns on all fours to descend on him, snarling as angels never snarl, with fangs at their lips. Their unnatural motions sparked a total horror in him but he could not flee, could only float paralyzed on the sea of blood that was starting to seep into his mouth, into his eyes. They were upon him, someone was bending over him, a face that flickered and distorted and jeered. A devil. His father. Then John Wick. His heart strained with wild terror.

“Your heartbeat is growing stronger. Good. It took long enough.”

And the face resolved. It was, at least, none of the faces he had feared a few moments ago. And it wasn’t unpleasant to look at, with strikingly high cheekbones and full lips, with a strawberry blond slick of hair and eyes like pools of pale honey. It had a magnetism about it, deeper than its inherent charm and beauty. He had trouble looking away from that face – it was in focus even though the rest of the world remained blurred, and it made something sickly sweet well up inside of him. He could have forgiven the cruel satisfaction painted all over it, but that sweet magnetism, tugging on his heartstrings…he could not forgive that. He decided that whoever this was, he disliked them very, very much.

For a few moments, Vincent tried to speak, but his brain had not yet made contact with his tongue, it seemed. He just gasped and gasped until the man laughed and held up the bullet, coated in blood. “Can you believe this little scrap of metal was all it took to put you into a state of such total confusion? And you would be far worse off if I hadn’t taken a liking to you. Life is so fragile.” And the man…well, there was no getting around it. He popped the bullet into his mouth like a candy and licked his fingers, apparently savoring the taste, before pulling it out of his mouth again, sucked clean of blood. He swallowed and grinned widely, this time baring fangs.

Okay. So he was still hallucinating, then. Good good, nothing to worry about. Just slowly breathing his last breaths on the steps of the Basilica, hallucinating violently while John Wick probably gloated over his body. It was fine! Everything was fine. The world started to go fuzzy and dark at the edges as his wild gasping continued.

“Oh no no no, you’re not passing out again just yet. Solo jet rides are interminably dull. We ought to use our time wisely and get to know each other.” The man slapped lightly at his cheek, trying to keep him conscious. Vincent felt his brows furrow, and couldn’t control his muscles enough to wipe that affronted look off his face.

“Who…who…” do you think you are, that had been his intention for the sentence. But he couldn’t quite get there, and the man answered just the same.

“Sebastian LaCroix, Camarilla Prince of Los Angeles and your new regnant.” The man took his hand and shook it. “Of course, none of that means anything to you just yet, but it will very soon.”

It didn’t, except for “Los Angeles.” Vincent was still catching up to the part about “jet rides,” and noticing that the ceiling above them was curved in the manner of an aircraft cabin. Where the hell was he? Was he…kidnapped? A feeling set in then. Whether it was made of greater parts relief or sinking dread, he couldn’t tell. But he had the feeling that this was far too vivid to be a hallucination.

He wasn’t dead after all, and Sebastian LaCroix, whatever he may be, was real.

#marquis de gramont x sebastian lacroix #marquis de gramont #sweetblood #sebastian lacroix #vtm jw #wickblr #vampire the masquerade

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thebadgerclan · 1 year ago

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Clueless

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x reader

Requested by @imabee-oralizard

Summary: Benedict is clueless to your affection...

It was painful to watch Benedict be so clueless. The Bridgertons and L/Ns had been friends for as long as anyone could remember, your homes were across from one another’s, your father was a well-respected Earl. And in your childhood, you and Benedict were as thick as thieves, spending nearly every day together. Then Edmund had passed and you drifted apart, though you still made efforts to spend time with him.

Through your debut into society, Benedict had remained your closest friend. However, as time passed and the two of you matured, Benedict found his feelings for you evolving. Where he once saw a girl, he now saw a woman; a beautiful, graceful, elegant woman. Where he once saw someone to play tag with, he now saw a woman he wanted to bring flowers to, a woman he wanted to spend…oh.

Little did he know, you were in a similar situation. Benedict had once been a gangly stick of a boy, but he had grown into a devastatingly handsome man. He wasn’t the head of his household, he wasn’t titled, but that had never mattered to you. Your father had always made it clear that you could marry whoever you wished, that money or status needn’t play into it. And as time went on, you found yourself no longer thinking about Benedict as a friend, but someone you wanted to be with, someone you were slowly falling in lo–oh.

The three eldest Bridgertons stood along the side of the ballroom, watching the dance floor. Anthony watched as his wife danced with Lord Kent while Colin chatted with Miss Featherington. Benedict, meanwhile, was staring at you, his gaze positively lovesick. You were dancing with the Marquis of Winchester, who had apparently just inherited his title, and Benedict realized he would give almost anything to be in his place.

“Need we call the fire brigade, brother?” came Anthony’s voice, drawing Benedict’s focus from you. “What?” “Your gaze will certainly burn holes in the back of Lady Y/N’s head if you stare at her for much longer!” Colin burst out in laughter, and Benedict rolled his eyes. “Quite entertaining, brother, truly.” Benedict felt his face warm, and he sought out a servant rounding with drinks.

Colin politely excused himself from his conversation with Penelope, and Anthony followed suit, wordlessly agreeing to continue their teasing. “You know, ladies have dance cards for a purpose, brother,” Colin said, and Benedict barely suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. “Yes,” he responded. “They do; to keep track of the gentlemen vying for their hands for a dance.” “Precisely,” Anthony chimed in, taking a drink from a nearby table. “So, Benedict, do you think Lady Y/N still has room on her card?”

Benedict nearly spat out his drink. “What? I..whyever would you ask such a question?” Colin disguised his laughter with a cough. “Because, brother, she has been sneaking glances at you all evening!” “She has?” Anthony nodded, nodding gratefully at the gentleman who Kate had been dancing with as he returned her. “Benedict, with how much you have been looking at her, I am shocked you have not noticed!”

Even now, Benedict was subtly watching you; watching as the Marquis escorted you to the refreshments table, watching as you smiled, as you laughed. “Benedict!” “What?” “Good Lord, you are absolutely besotted!” Colin clapped him on the shoulder. “Go ask her to dance, you fool. Please, if I have to watch you pine for her for another moment, I may be ill.” Benedict shook his head, but set off across the room anyway.

“Pardon me, Lady Y/N?” You turned to face Benedict, a warm smile on your face. “Mister Bridgerton! How lovely to see you!” “Lovely to see you as well. I know it is late in the evening, but do you have room on your dance card for me?” Butterflies were running rampant in your stomach, and you held up your wrist, displaying the card. “I happen to have one spot left. A waltz.”

You left your waltz vacant at every ball you went to, hoping and praying Benedict would ask you to dance. If others asked, you could play it off as being too intimate for an unwed lady, something no one would question you on. It was truly a shot in the dark, but tonight, your aim was true. Benedict smiled, taking the pencil attached to the card and signed his name. “It would be my honor, Lady Y/N.” “Please, just Y/N.”

Benedict smiled, and moments later, the musicians played the opening chords of the waltz. You followed Benedict onto the dance floor, curtseying as he bowed. The waltz was controversial, some saying it was far too intimate, some calling it outright scandalous. But that was the farthest thing from your or Benedict’s minds as you began to dance.

His hand was on your waist, the other clasped in yours; your hand on his shoulder. There was no more than 6 inches of space between your bodies, and you felt as if your heart could bean straight out of your chest. “So tell me, Y/N,” Benedict said. “Has the season been treating you well thus far?” “Oh, I wish I could say it has. There are plenty of suitors, yes, but…” “But what, Y/N? We have no secrets, remember?”

It was a stupid pact you’d made years ago: to keep no secrets from Benedict, but it was a pact you’d stuck to….for the most part, that is. “I have had my heart set on a true love match for so long, and I have yet to feel that with any men who have called upon me.” “You will find that someday, Y/N, have faith.” Benedict was trying so desperately not to get his hopes up, but then you spoke again.

“What if I already have?” It might have been an innocuous thing to say, had you not pressed yourself ever so closer to Benedict, had you not squeezed his hand, and had you not looked so deeply into Benedict’s eyes. It was so plain: the love you held for him, the desire to be his and for him to be yours, and how long you had wanted it.

“Y/N, are you…” “I have no callers in the morning,” you said. “And I hear the weather shall be wonderful for a promenade.” Benedict’s heart skipped several beats, and when the dance ended, he made a bold move and kissed your hand. “Well then, I shall call upon you in the morning. Be warned, though, I have been told I am quite the romantic.”

You couldn’t hold the laugh that left your lips, and Benedict escorted you back to your chaperone. In the morning, you were indeed greeted by Benedict, a bouquet of 20 red roses in hand. No one in London was surprised when you were engaged a mere month and a half later, and married four months after that.

#benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton reader insert #benedict bridgerton x you #bridgerton fanfiction

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cyberpunkgyu · 1 year ago

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Devotion — L. Heeseung

↬ pairing: knight heeseung x princess reader

↬ summary: no matter how many gentlemen are out there, wanting to marry you, you only have an eye on one.

↬ genre: romance, mutual feelings, fluff, short one shot!

↬ warnings: (ending kinda rushed bc i didn’t know how to end it ;_; but hope you enjoy!) not proofread

inspired by sooha x heli

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the amount of men that surrounds you made your head spin, not liking the attention that you are receiving. it’s funny, really. this is your life, a normal process for a princess to go through, though you hate it.

marrying someone you don’t love? that sounds like a nightmare to you. you would rather stab a fork through your eyes.

as if he could hear your mind, a familiar voice halted one of the gentlemen that was talking to you, or trying to as your mind was somewhere else.

“princess yn, your mother is looking for you.”

turning around, a smile immediately was painted on your lips as the only person you’ve been thinking about is now in front of you.

lee heeseung. the man of your dreams.

“i see, thank you for informing me. if you all excuse us.” your hand took his, something you don’t really think about as if felt too natural for you to do, leaving the loud chaos behind.

he guided you out of the ballroom and into the empty hallway, though he stopped there all the sudden, just like deja vu. looking up at him with your doe eyes, you couldn’t help but blush at how he was still holding onto your hand. just like a puzzle piece.

your heart beats rapidly as it was now just the two of you. the hallway wasn’t very well lit as the lights on the printed walls were dimmed. though you could still see how beautiful the man’s face is. bambi eyes staring back at you, your lips parting as he leaned down closer to you before feeling his index finger touch the tip of your nose.

a giggle left your lips, shaking your head at him. “you know, you need to make a different excuse. they might catch on.”

heeseung just smiled, his white pearls on display. that damn smile that made you fall for him in the first place.

“hey, it works every time. besides, there were times it was true.” he shrugged, a smile remained on his face. rolling your eyes playfully, you shook your head a bit. though it was a bit dark, you still shined bright through heeseung’s eyes. you looked like a goddess to him, an angel that has fallen from the sky.

god he felt like he was falling deeper and deeper the longer he stares through your eyes.

he cleared his throat. “so, any gentleman that caught your eye? or interest you even a little bit?”

sighing, he felt you slip your hand off him, trying to ignore the slight ache in his heart. you shook your head, something he already predicted as every time he ask that question you would always say no. he knew how much you dislike these gatherings. everyone was the same. they would always talk about their assets and land, which is the least of your concerns.

okay. but, only you know the real reason you’re not interested in anyone. it’s because of the man in front of you. the man that makes your heart flutter whenever he is near you. thinking about him makes your heart melt already. he got you wrapped around his finger.

“pft. they all talk about the same things. it is making my head hurt.” you whine, crossing your arms before you began to walk further away from the entrance of the ballroom, heeseung following you.

“what is it that you are looking for in a man?”

“i want someone that thinks about me. someone who will actually love me, instead of marrying someone just because. i want someone who will be there for me, the same way that i will be there for them. i want someone that can protect me. someone that makes me feel butterflies in my stomach whenever i see them.”

i want to marry you, you wanted to say.

heeseung watched you stop on your tracks, turning around with your heels to face him. “i want to marry for love, bambi.” the nickname caused his heart to skip a beat, feeling himself gulp harshly.

he took a step forward, now closer to you. looking up at him with your doe eyes, as the height difference between the two of you was significant, you couldn’t help but take his hand in yours. skinship wasn’t something new between the two of you, though every time you feel his skin touch yours, your stomach starts to flip.

“and you will find that, bunny. i will make sure of that. your happiness is my priority.” his voice sounded so heavenly in your ears. his hand squeezed yours softly, a soft smile appearing on his lips. the room started to feel a bit too warm for you. you were sure it was because of how close he was to you. the tip of your ears red as fire, and you were thankful the lights were dimmed in the hallway.

your lips parted as you stared up at the man in front of you, feeling as if he was putting a spell on you. he looks so surreal. a beautiful man with a kind personality, where else can you find that? he is a rare gem indeed.

"what if i'm interested in someone that might not feel the same?" the phrase blurted out of your mouth before you could even comprehend. you looked down for a moment, suddenly feeling intimidated by his gaze, not knowing where to look at. "will you do something about it?"

he looks down at you so softly, as if you’re a porcelain glass that he doesn’t want to break. all with care and love.

"i am sure i don't have to. loving you isn't hard, yn. any men can easily fall in love with you."

your eyes finally looked up to find his. you let out a soft giggle, tilting your head. “and how’d you know that? are you in love with me?” you jest, though your heart quickly palpitated.

it was silent for a bit, just hearing the chaos of the ballroom in the background. you could hear the musical instruments along with people’s laughter.

heeseung’s eyes shifted down to your lips, his hand gripping yours more securely, not wanting to let you go. that caused your breathing to become shallow, watching the man in front of you.

“i am.”

your eyes widened, blinking slowly. “huh?” your voice was quiet, feeling as if all oxygen started to disappear. your chest rises up much higher than before, your corset feeling tight as ever. gosh, you feel like you were about to faint.

you’ve known heeseung for the longest time. you two basically grew up together, and he would always tell you, ‘i exist to protect you.’ a phrase that never fails to make your heart flutter.

you don’t even remember the time that you started to develop feelings. perhaps you’ve liked him ever since you two met. a childhood crush that grew into something much more special.

you’ve never thought that he will be confessing to you. so now that he did, you didn’t know what to say. it felt like a dream.

heeseung’s eyes changed, now showing concern and worry. he could see the change in your state. “yn? you’re pale. are you okay?”

you couldn’t even say anything, your throat dry. what is wrong with you? the man in front of you just confessed and now you’re frozen?

suddenly you felt yourself being lifted, a soft noise coming out of your mouth. heeseung has lifted you up off your feet, walking out of the building and out towards the garden. you clung onto his neck, just staring at man. he gently sat you down the bench, looking at you so worriedly.

“do you need to be alone? some water? tell me how i can help.” he rambles, kneeling down on his knee so his eyes are the same level as yours.

“just hold me.”

you spoke before you could even think.

heeseung blinked, his thoughts all over his head at the moment. all he wanted to do was to make you feel better as he hates seeing you feel uncomfortable. all his years with you he has never seen you like this around his presence. so when you told him to hold you, he just did it.

he immediately wrapped his strong arms around your frame. he didn’t hesitate. that warmed your heart, and it immediately started to make you feel better. the way he held you so gently but firmly. you buried your face on his face, his scent filling your nose.

you felt his hand holding your head, caressing your hair softly. you could literally melt in his arms.

"i apologize." you mumbled, your voice vibrating against his silky tan skin, your lips basically on his neck. god, he wonders if you could hear how fast his heart was beating, as he could hear it from his own ears. his ears are much redder than the cherries he ate earlier with you.

"why are you apologizing? shouldn't i be the one apologizing? you must be feeling uncomfortable after my sudden confession." he whispered lowly, closing his eyes for a moment as he inhaled.

shaking your head, you softly pulled away from the hug, though your hands found his as soon as they dropped down. his face centimeters away from you, now staring back at him. a small smile appears on your lips as you admire his face.

"i'm not uncomfortable. you just made my heart flutter too much."

his brows raised, the corner of his lips lifting. "i did?" he sounded so innocent, his lips slightly pursed.

you giggled quietly, taking off one of your hands from one of his, your other remained on his other hand. your free hand touched his cheek, and gosh he felt like his heart was about to combust his chest. he couldn't help but lean into your touch.

"i mean, you always make my heart race faster than normal, but i guess your confession tripled that.”

he chuckled airily and placed his hand on top of yours that was on his cheek, pressing your skin closer to his. it’s like he couldn’t get enough of you, wanting you closer than ever.

“god. seeing the colors drain from your face frightened me. i thought you were going to faint.”

your heart melted. the fact that he always think about you before himself made you feel so loved and cared for. you are his world. his everything.

and it is true. heeseung would do anything for you. if he had to swim across the sea with millions of sharks swimming around or walk through a hot fire, he would do it, just for you. your happiness is his happiness.

you remember the first time heeseung got angry. it wasn’t towards you, but to a not-so-gentleman who disrespected you. his face was fuming with anger, and you never thought you’d see him like that. his voice would get deeper, though he remained calm, not wanting to make a scene. not in front of you at least. he didn’t like getting angry as he didn’t want to scare you off, but when the man kept pushing your buttons, he lost it.

that’s the first and last time you saw him like that. you would be lying if you said that didn’t make you blush. even when he’s angry, he looks very attractive. and he always does.

“what are you thinking about?” he snapped you out of your thoughts, finally getting up as his legs were starting to fall asleep from kneeling down in front of you. he sat beside you before taking your hands in his once again, warming them up.

you shook your head and let out a content sigh, looking at his eyes with a smile on your face.

he smiled back, tilting his head as a thought popped in his head. heeseung then chuckled to himself causing your brows to raise.

“what?”

you giggled and looked at him amusingly, giving both his hands a squeeze.

“it’s just, what if… what if i kiss you? would you be able to handle that?”

god. your cheeks have already been the warmest it could possibly be, but now it felt like it was on fire. your eyes widened, blinking slowly at the man who is admiring you so lovingly.

“you- you want to kiss… me?”

you couldn’t believe this is actually happening. it felt like a dream. a dream you wish you would never wake up from. you must have done something righteous in your past life that you are now getting blessed as a reward.

learning his face forward even closer to you, feeling yourself dazed, your lips parting at the small action. his eyes kept shifting between your lips and eyes, not being able to look away. he felt like he was under your spell, a good one that is, and he loved every second of it.

“only if you would allow me, my princess.”

you took a very deep breath before gulping through your dry throat. you licked your lips for a second unknowingly, though that caused heeseung’s heart to drop down the pit of his stomach.

there was a moment of silence.

the two of you kept staring at one another, giving each other a look of adoration. both eyes speaking volumes. heeseung is your world, and you are heeseung’s. if reincarnation was indeed a real thing as many believed, he hope that he will be able to find you his next lifetime, so he can keep loving you. he belongs to you, and only you.

you slowly nod, your thumbs stroking the back of his hands.

“you may.”

your voice small and breathy. his hands let go of yours before they find their way to your cheeks, caressing it softly. his forehead pressed against yours, making your eyes flutter. his breath fan on your lips. soon enough, his lips pressed against yours.

this is your first kiss.

you felt yourself froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. heeseung can sense that, so he slowly pulled back, looking at you gently.

“just relax. let me guide you.” he whispered and stroked your cheek, patient and understanding. how could you not fall in love with him?

nodding shyly, you are now the one leaning forward first, making him smile softly. you pressed your lips back on his, kissing him slowly. his other hand went down to your waist while the other remained on your cheek.

his lips felt so soft and warm against yours. a secret you kept to yourself is how you always stare at his lips whenever he wasn’t looking at you, and now that his lips were on yours, it felt so surreal.

you pulled away slowly as you started to get out of breath, but your forehead remained rested on his, your eyes still closed.

“i’ve been dreaming about this you know, kissing you. i never would’ve thought it would happen so soon.”

a smile never left your lips, leaning back to look at him. his eyes looked down at your lips, which was now swollen and red, his thumb running over it.

“me neither.” you mumbled softly, feeling as if you were drunk. the presence of his lips still lingering, and you couldn’t help but stare at it.

you leaned once again and gave his lips a soft peck, keeping your lips on his for a bit longer, and as you were about to pulled back, heeseung’s hand held the back of your head, pulling you back to the kiss.

this time, the kiss felt more passionate, your hands clenching on the cloth of his coat while his hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer as possible to him.

“let’s get married.” heeseung mumbled against your lips all the sudden, making you gasp. slowly pulling away from the kiss, his hands took yours, his eyes on you.

“i know this must me sudden, but all i want is to be with you, for the rest of my life. i want to take care of you, to protect you. i want to be there next to you when you wake up in the morning, as well as at night to hold you in your sleep. i want to be the one to comfort you when you feel down, i want to be the one to make you smile. i want to keep loving you, forever.”

your heart felt so full as you listened, your eyes full of warmth and love.

you smiled widely, stealing a kiss from him, startling him a bit. “i would love that.”

he grinned, his nose crunching a bit.

“you want to be with me forever?”

you giggled softly and nodded, pecking his nose.

“forever.”

#heeseung enhypen #heeseung fluff #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #enhypen heeseung #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios

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macfrog · 8 months ago

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so torn but i need a little 🩵

feel free to send more than one, baby! here all week 🫶🏼

meeting joel 1.3k words | duckie's baby shower 🩵

“fucking – shit…”

the truck squeals around the corner – the same goddamn corner it squealed around five minutes ago. you pass that same lime green mailbox, those same kids drawing farm animals on the sidewalk.

jesus christ, just admit it. you’re lost.

you did visit the place – though, only the once. and that was a couple months ago, now. you didn’t put a lot of effort into memorizing each street in the fucking neighborhood. did the houses look this similar, the day that you viewed it?

you’re sure you’re circling the same rows of houses over and over; sure you recognize the wind chimes hanging from that porch. you take another left, and –

“for fuck’s sake,” you sigh, pulling in down the street from those same sidewalk chalk artists. their cow drawing has a smug smile on its face.

your eyes roll to the right, and there it is. you probably passed it three times over.

it’s humble, quaint. pretty white wood, a wide-open porch. still some budding flowers left in planters by the door. you blink from the bay window to the numbers nailed squint into the column.

it’s so…grown-up. it almost makes you shiver.

you hop down out of the truck into blazing sunlight, lifting a hand to shield your eyes. a lawnmower hums in the distance, the scent of fresh grass diced through the air. a sprinkler whirs a few houses down. the kids across the street giggle and split the yellow chalk in two.

on one side of your new home – a similarly polite house with a row of vibrant tulips leading up to it. reds and yellows and blushing pinks – clipped and groomed within an inch of their life, each one blooming and beautiful.

on the other – a man, stood in front of a blue house, watering his grass. he’s tall, lean. built wider the higher up his figure your eyes climb. tanned, toned arms and broad shoulders which tug at the white tee he’s wearing. a square jawline beneath a thick brown beard.

you catch his eye and lift your hand to wave.

he turns away, aiming the hose at the grass behind him.

“dick,” you whisper, slamming the door.

you jog around to the back of the truck, taking hold of the sunbaked handle. it chinks, but it doesn’t budge.

“c’mon…” you grit your teeth, rattling it again and again. “are you fucking kidding me?”

you step back, sneakers scuffing on the road, and prop your hands on your hips.

your new neighbor is still focusing intently on his grass, spewing a stream of water at the lighter patches. the longer you stare, the more grass he finds to wet.

fuck it.

“hey!”

he gives the hosepipe a jerk, shaking his free hand dry.

“excuse me?” you call, waving an arm.

the man looks up slowly, checking over his shoulder first. making damn sure there’s no one else he can pretend you’re talking to.

and unless you’re eliciting help from the fucking paw patrol across the street, he’s no escape.

“hey,” again, and then, “i’m new around – i’m moving in next door. i can’t get this stupid fucki–freakin’ door to lift. would you mind helping me? please?”

he twists the hose in his hands. you can’t tell if he’s squinting because of the sun, or actually glowering at you.

it feels like the latter, the way he throws the thing to the grass.

he stalks over, a little intimidating in his stride, eyeing you as he approaches. without a word, he wraps two big hands around the latch. he tugs once, and the door doesn’t move.

“see?” you ask, gesturing to the truck. “i bet it’s, like, older than me. might even be older than you, might…”

your neighbor pauses, eyes sliding to yours. his stare is intense – dark, stormy eyes boring into yours.

and this time – you know he’s glowering.

“it’s the heat,” he drawls, giving it another strong pull. his biceps swell, the tattered sleeves of his t-shirt stretching around them. “it’s just a little st–”

the door suddenly shunts, rolling upwards. a rickety noise until it slams at the top.

the paw patrol glance up at the sound, wrists paused. they resume doodling when your neighbor backs up.

“thank you,” you mutter, tugging on the hem of your shirt.

you push yourself up onto the back of the truck, standing amidst the fractured bones of your old apartment. a shadeless lamp here, a box of kitchen utensils there.

the guy takes half a glance at you and double takes, eyes scanning the sea of cardboard behind you. he looks you up and down and back up again – jaw tightening when he notices your hopeful expression.

“do you mind?” you ask, lifting one of the heavier boxes. “if you got somethin’ better to do…” you glance over to his yard, the hose lying in a swirl on the lawn, “…then i understand.”

he sighs, reaching for the box. his thick arms tense when the weight shifts from your grasp to his.

“thanks!” you deliberately chirp, watching his figure swagger off to your porch.

joel miller, as it turns out, is a man of few fucking words.

his name is the most you’ve been able to get out of him – and that’s only because it’s on his mailbox. he tells you nothing else.

up close, he’s graying. the lines of a decently-aged man on his skin – that, or just a miserable asshole (perhaps both). he has a syrupy southern drawl, each word riding a wave from his tongue – but with each answer he relents, he still manages to sound fucking miserable.

he seems like he might have his uses, though. he’s got some pretty good intel on the neighborhood.

“that,” he nods to the house directly across from yours, “is steve and kris’s place. they just had a baby. some nights, you can hear the kid from over here.”

“congrats,” you mutter, following his hand as it moves across the window.

“diane,” joel says. “she’s got a dog – the thing’s a little shit.”

your chin lifts. “diane, little shit,” you echo.

he nods, tongue in his cheek. he turns, hand flicking in the direction of the tulips. “alice,” he says. “let me tell you somethin’ – if there’s anything you want broadcast to every person, pet, and goddamn mailbox in the neighborhood, she’s the one to talk to.”

“nosy, huh?”

“nosy,” he agrees.

you snicker, leaning by him to glance at the swaying flowers. “but look what good care she takes of her tulips.”

“hm. ‘s all a front, you’ll see. she’s smart with it.”

joel helps you unload the rest of the truck, sliding each box across your living room floor. outside, he passes you the last couple, and then reaches up for the door.

his tee lifts ever so slightly – flashing a sliver of skin with a smatter of hair above his belt buckle. a dark trail diving into his jeans.

the sight sears itself behind your eyelids. you drag your gaze from him, bending to scoop up the lighter of the two boxes as he jumps back down. he follows at your heel towards your house again, dropping the last box right by your front door.

he says, “you need anythin’ else, just give me a holler,” but his dry tone – and the fact he’s already halfway out the door when he mumbles it – are enough to convince you that this motherfucker never wants to see your face again.

so – you skip after him, following him to your porch steps.

“nice,” you call, watching him thud down each one, “you any good with diy? i got a shit ton of ikea stuff to build.”

he turns, bottom lip between his teeth.

your eyebrows lift, heel kicking against the wooden step. “a – shit – ton,” you repeat.

joel scoffs, shaking his head. “better get to it, then.”

he wanders back over to his lawn.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 year ago

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Ok this is a little self insert but i couldn't stop thinking about this all week, C.C with a reader who thinks they're undeserving of stuff even tho they work hard ( you can see I'm going through it )

Let me explain, like they'll walk through the mall and see something that they like and would phisically have to turn away cause they think they don't deserve it and everytime they do this they look like they're in pain and stuff cause they are , emotionally.

Another thing they don't let C.C buy them stuff even if he offered with the excuse ,, but what are you going to buy me on my birthday" cause their birthday Is the only day that they cant say no

( sorry if it was a little but long )

It's his fifth run of the week. The incubus complained about forgetting to by a belt to match the new skirt he bought when he probably had a dozen in his horde to go with it. Exploring the mall, you stuck to your boyfriend's- not that he'd let you go far; complimenting every impulse buy and keeping your eyes on him to avoid gazing at shop windows. Still, you couldn't help but look at look around as you waited for him to exit the dressing room. You immediately regret the decision as you catch sight of a jacket that'd go great in your imaginary wardrobe. It's just take up space in your real one, so there was no point in dwelling on it.

"Hey babe, star buckle or heart?... Hm?" C.C marches over to see what's for you in a trance, bending with his hands to his knees as he whispers - "so - what are we staring at?"

You snap back to reality- eyes pointed down at his skirt. " Oh - uh, looks great, C."

He frowns. "This is the one I came in here with."

"..Still looks good on you."

He bounces to his feet with a sigh. "True - but this skirt just doesn't agree...." He trails off as he catches sight of something over your shoulder - sprinting of towards the mannequin wearing the same jacket you had noticed and tearing it off it's arms.

"Oh my gosh, isn't this just the cutest??? I was needing a new coat too so it's perfect timing. Think it'll look good on me, baby?"

Your shoulder slump. "Yeah....I'm sure it will."

C.C pays for his items and skips merrily out the mall with his task complete; bags in one hand and your hand in the other. He walks over to a bench and takes out his new coat, tearing off the tags and placing them and the receipt in the cigarette tray above the trashcan. He whips out his lighter and sets both ablaze as he faces you.

"Now I can't return this.... Alright, you little shit - how much longer are we going to play this game?"

"What are you talking about?"

C.C stomps over to you, shoving the jacket into your chest. "You want this fuckin' thing and don't try to deny it. It's true it would look amazing on me, but it would look even better on my boo. You are mine, right?."

"I-I guess, but-

"But nothing. You deserve every fucking thing your beautiful heart desires and it's my job as your man to give it to you." He pulls the jacket away, walking over to a puddle by the road. " - but if you really don't want it, you should have no problem with me throwing it away."

"Don't!" You run over to stop him - his fingers losing hold only when you're in range to grab the coat as it falls. The demon sports a grin as you discover the jacket is in your exact size. He pulls you in with an arm around your waist, nuzzling and placing a kiss to your cheek.

"Don't feel bad about wanting things, Y/n. Life is meant to be lived to the fullest and material objects are just another part of it. If it'll make you happy then let it. Plus, it's sorta my job to lead you down the path of temptation as a demon and all - but I'm your boyfriend first and more importantly.

You shut an eye as he kisses near your lids. "Thank, C.C..."

"Don't mention it. Now c'mon - we gotta get back before the deliveries get there."

"You order more things when we we're literally still at the mall?"

"Pfft - you think I'm blind? Baby, I watch you literally every second we're in that place because if I don't some little tramp might try to snatch you up. Guess you'll be sitting pretty on my lap tonight cuz it's Christmas time for you~"

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere blurb #male yandere #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere incubus #soft yandere #yandere fluff #C.C my oc #yandere demon

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alex-journal · 2 years ago

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Creep (Zoro Version)

Click for Sanji [x] Luffy [x] Law [x] Kid [x] Click for Ao3 here [x]

Summary: One night, the crew decided to visit a local bar to drink and party. But beside music, booze and food, y/n meets a creepy dude with too much confident. Luckily, Zoro is there to safe the night. Pronouns: he/him cw: creepy dude, unwanted flirt,

As a newcomer to the crew, y/n was still trying to find his place. He was excited to be part of such an amazing group of people, but he also felt like he didn't quite fit in. The rest of the crew had been together for so long, and sometimes he felt like an outsider looking in.

One night, the crew decided to visit a local bar to drink and party. y/n was excited at the prospect of letting off some steam, he had always enjoyed a good bar. Drinking, laughing, and talking with old and new friends and meeting new people had always been one of his favorite pastimes. The bar was crowded, and the atmosphere was rowdy. People were drinking and dancing, and the noise level was almost deafening.

At first, y/n tried his best to fit in. He talked to some townsfolk, danced with Chopper, but as the night went on, he found himself getting more and more uncomfortable. To calm his nerves, he went to the bar counter and sat there for a beer, or two. But the feeling of being watched didn’t go away, and he started to feel like he was being targeted, singled out by one of the other patrons.

As he sat there at the bar, sipping on a drink, a man approached him. At first, the man seemed friendly, but the longer they talked, the more y/n realized that he was being hit on. The man was making suggestive comments and invading y/n‘s personal space, he started to feel anxious.

y/n didn't know what to do. He felt trapped, and he didn't want to cause a scene. No matter how much he tried to politely excuse himself and to leave, the men in front of him roped him back up in the conversation. Looking for a way out or help, he looked around in the bar. y/n noticed Zoro watching him from across the room, and he felt a sense of relief. Even tho he was new on the Crew it felt like Zoro looked out for him and as their gaze meet, it seemed Zoro understand him and how unconformable y/n felt.

Then, as if on a cue of now or never, the man at the bar leaned in to kiss y/n. y/n froze, not knowing what to do. But Zoro rushed over, grabbing the man by the collar and pulling him away from y/n .

"You need to back off!" Zoro growled, his eyes flashing with anger.

The man stumbled back, staring at Zoro in surprise.

"What the hell, man? I was just trying to have a little fun."

Zoro glared at him, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Leave him alone," he said, his voice low and menacing.

The man looked from Zoro to y/n, then shook his head and walked away, mumbling some insults but knowing better as to start a direct fight with the green haired man.

y/n let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He looked over at Zoro, feeling a rush of gratitude.

"Thanks," he said, his voice shaking a little but a smile on his lips.

Zoro shrugged, suddenly looking uncomfortable.

"No problem," he muttered, avoiding y/n‘s gaze.

But y/n could tell that Zoro was happy to have been able to help. At that moment, he felt a sense of kinship with Zoro that he hadn’t felt before. “You should join me at the table, it’s easier to keep the creeps away..” Surprised, y/n nodded and followed Zoro to the table the swordsman had sat earlier. They didn’t talk much, but they didn’t need to. Usopp talked a lot, told stories about their Adventures to every patron, who was willing - or unwilling- to listen. Nami ripped off a handful of people at poker, though y/n had a feeling that Robin played her part in Nami's success one way or another. When Luffy didn’t eat, he danced and sang with Chopper and Franky, while Sanji flirted with every beautiful woman he saw- tho Sanji seemed less creepy as the men y/n meet at the bar, accepting a no and just moving on to flirt with the next.

The night at the bar continued, and y/n had a great time. He realized that he wasn't an outsider, he was part of a family. A family of pirates who would do anything to protect one of their own, they just show their love differently than he is used to.

As they left the bar, y/n walked over to Zoro and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks," he said again, his voice a little more confident this time.

Zoro looked at him and smiled, a tiny smile that showed how much he had come to care for y/n.

"No problem," he said. "You're one of us."

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dark-frosted-heart · 7 months ago

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Crown’s S Class Mission - Roger Barel (Bitter End)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Roger: Hold up. Not gonna let you kill my cute student. Now then, it’s time for Instructor Roger’s fun and exciting punishment.

Master of the estate: Oliver, shut that guy up!

Instructor Oliver: The one who needs to shut up is you.

Oliver grabbed the man and pinned him to the floor.

Master of the estate: *cough* Wha-what are you doing!

Instructor Oliver: I can’t lie to myself anymore. That’s all.

Roger: Capture everyone involved.

What awaited was an unimaginable scene.

Roger used rigorous muscle training to punish those involved.

When they were no longer able to stand, they were handed over to the police.

Kate: The Beauty Muscle Club has pretty much dissolved.

Roger: That’s good. And all the hospitalized women will be compensated.

Kate: While money won’t fix their situation…I hope it’ll help, even if just a little.

Oliver the instructor also came forward as one of the accomplices.

After atoning for his crimes, he planned on running his own sports gym.

He wanted to establish a place for women to work out together.

???: Um, excuse me…

Kate: Emilia…

Emilia’s wise gaze caught mine when I turned around.

(...If she overheard us, she knows that she got deceived, doesn't she?)

(...What can I say to her—)

Emilia: Um, thank you so much!

Kate: Huh?

Emilia winked and smiled.

Emilia: I’ve faced a series of disappointments, but I can’t let that get me down.

Her strength revealed how much she had gone through in her life.

Kate: …I’ve also faced a series of disappointments. I could only think about how useless and pathetic I was. But I can’t stay depressed.

Emilia: I agree. I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself, Kate.

While I waved goodbye to Emilia, I noticed Roger’s gaze on me.

Kate: What is it?

Roger: Nothing. Just thinking about how you’re growing into a fine woman.

Kate: D-don’t praise me out of the blue. Besides, it’s not like you raised…

Roger: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, as a reward for growing up well, I’m taking you out somewhere nice.

Roger took me to a restaurant by Big Ben.

Roger: Been coming here ever since Ellis told me about it. Basically, everything here’s pretty good.

(...Roger brought me to such a nice restaurant)

Alarms bells started going off in my head.

Kate: …Are you’re going to make me do something again?

Roger: What do you take me for?

Roger stifled back a laugh and stared straight at me.

Roger: Don’t worry. There’s nothing behind the reward today.

Emma: …Reward?

Roger: I saw how hard you’ve been working…Good job.

(Ah…)

Hearing those words, it was clear that he brought me here as a reward.

Kate: Thank you…But, I don’t deserve it. I got too emotional to make rational decisions.

Roger: I suppose that’s true. But I would’ve slapped that guy myself if you didn’t. He deserved it. Getting angry for the sake of others is admirable.

Kate: …

Roger: Kate.

Kate: Yes?

Roger: You’re strong enough.

(What do I do…I’m going to cry)

Roger’s carrot and stick method always disturbed my heart.

If he did this on purpose, then he’s pretty evil.

Roger: Oh it’s here. The roast beef here’s delicious. Here.

The simple look on Roger’s face when he looked at the meat blew my sentiments away.

Kate: Hehe…It really does look delicious…

Roger: … Hey, Kate.

Kate: Yes?

Roger: Being strong doesn’t mean doing things alone. Being able to rely on someone’s also a strength. So you can rely on me.

After saying that, Roger took a huge bite out of the meat.

Roger: Mmm, yum. Come on, it’s getting cold.

Kate: O-okay. Mmm…Wow, it’s really good! It’s so juicy and tender. It’s amazing.

Roger: …o_o Hahaha! You’re as restless as ever. Remember to chew. My family’s corgi used to eat so fast that they’d choke. They look just like you.

Kate: There you go again comparing me to a dog!

Roger: All that barking’s the same too.

Kate: Ugh…

We argued like usual, but my heart felt warmer.

Roger’s words made me feel really happy…and I kept arguing with him so that he wouldn’t notice.

Some time later, I joined Jude and Ellis on another mission.

Ellis: Kate, you’ve been moving pretty smoothly.

Kate: Thank you. I’ve been doing strength training.

Jude: Ya still lookin’ pretty soft.

Kate: I-I’m planning on gaining muscle!

Ellis: Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on.

Ellis smiled and put his lips close to my ear.

Kate: Ellis…?

Ellis: Kate, Roger’s going to be in the lounge tonight.

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: You want to report your hard work and get praised, don’t you?

Ellis smiled gently at my surprise.

(I didn’t say that…)

Ellis: Or do you want to go out to dinner?

Kate: I’m heading back. I…have things to do in the castle.

I wonder how Roger will react when I tell him how I did today.

I definitely didn’t want him to know that I was walking a little faster than usual.

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medlarmeadows · 8 months ago

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In His Mountain Goat Era

cc!Charlie Slimecicle x fem!reader

Synopsis: Charlie and reader goes bouldering.

Warning(s): swearing.

Word count: 680

A/N: I saw Charlie’s IG story of him climbing, yelled, and birthed this.

“I’m going to climb that one.”

“That one – Charlie, that’s a V4.”

Charlie turns to look at you, an excited grin on his face. His messy hair is slightly stained white from the several times he mussed it with his chalk-stained hands. If he had been wearing his spectacles, you were sure it would be dusty from chalk, too.

“I can do it.”

“You’re going to fall off.”

“It can’t be that much harder than a V3.”

“You completed like one V3. You’re gonna fall,” you jab, but you’re already leaning back as you sit on the floor with an amused smile. You know your boyfriend, and you know that he was definitely going to climb it no matter what you say.

“Bet.”

Not longer than a minute later, there’s a thud on the floor. You walk over to Charlie, looming over him with a smug I-told-you-so grin.

“I’ve hit rock bottom,” he wheezes out.

Snorting, you extend your hand towards him. He takes it without hesitation.

“Come on, mountain goat,” you say as you pull him to standing. “Let’s try some more V3s before attempting that again.”

The two of you spend the next hour completing V3 routes, yelling advice at each other when needed.

“Step on the blue one below!” Charlie yells from the mat.

“Where?” you yell back.

“The dinosaur shaped one!”

“The what?” Your left hand shakes from the effort of holding onto the small hold. You peer below you to try to look for the hold he's describing. “I can’t see that from my perspective, give me the general direction.”

“It’s uh,” he pauses and squints for a second. “Fuck. That’s green, not blue.”

“Charlie what – fuck!”

Your left hand slips from the hold and you fall on the mat with a thud.

After bickering and half-excuses (“I’m not wearing my glasses!” “You’re wearing contacts, idiot!”), Charlie decides to attempt the V4 again.

“Don’t fall this time, love,” you smirk at him.

Charlie stares at the route, humming, and you think he’s trying to map out the route in his head. Then, he turns to you with a playful look in his eyes.

“I won’t if you give me a good luck kiss.”

The smirk on your face immediately melts off and is replaced by a warm sensation on your cheeks. The two of you had been dating for a year, and yet Charlie never failed to find a way to fluster you.

“Come on,” he coaxes. “Pretty please?”

Rolling your eyes, you grab his chin and drag him down towards you into a short kiss. You’re very aware that your fingers are going to leave chalk stains on his chin, but Charlie doesn’t seem to mind as he chases your lips when you pull away. Cheekily, he steals a quick peck on the corner of your lips before turning back to the bouldering wall.

You whip out your phone and press record as Charlie starts to climb the V4. He works his way through the beginning faster now that he has a little more experience. When he falters at particularly difficult hold, you cheer from your spot on the mat.

Before you know it, he reaches the top and matches his hands on the last hold. You’re whooping and cheering at his accomplishment. Charlie turns around to look at you, letting go of one hand to give you a thumbs up, and you swear you’ve never seen a more beautiful man look at you (even with a thumb-shaped white chalk stain on his chin).

When he jumps back down to the mat, you ambush him with a tight hug.

“You did it!”

“All thanks to your good luck kiss,” he replies, grinning down at you.

You roll your eyes at him and give him a light shove.

“My turn.”

You complete the V4 ten seconds faster than Charlie. He argues that it’s because you used his beta. You shoot back that it’s a skill issue, smacking his shoulder with a chalk-stained hand.

You notice the glint in Charlie’s eyes too late.

Either way, you both leave the climbing gym with your hair and clothes whiter than it was when you first came.

#this is my entrance piece into writing for charlie #charlie is in his mountain goat era #and i am in my charlie writer era #medlar writes #charlie slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle fluff #cc!charlie slimecicle x reader #cc!charlie slimecicle fluff #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle

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The Arrangement Part 6

Frontier! Joel Miller / Reader

Your life crumbled to nothing during a migration to Jackson, forcing you to agree to an arrangement just to survive.

NOTE: Possible inaccuracies in baby developments, food intake and inheritance or ownership laws coming. I really know nothing, but I needed to put some stuff in for the sake of the story line, so please forgive me and take everything in the spirit of storytelling yeah?

WARNINGS: Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel is Bad at Feelings (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (The Last of Us), Jealousy, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, Frontier Joel, Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Virgin Joel, Virgin Reader, Minor Character Death, Period-typical Misogyny, Marriage of Convenience

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Part 5

You busied yourself with the pot, stirring the newly improved but still watery stew to distract yourself from this worrying new ailment you had suddenly developed. You were still feeling very flushed, but your heart was racing a lot less than it was. You prepared Ellie’s dinner next, wanting to have it ready for Joel to feed her, knowing that he missed her company and would want to spend as much time as he could with her before her bedtime.

He came back freshly washed and dressed, his soiled clothes in the laundry basket, his towel and washcloth hung on the clothesline. He took Ellie from you and played with her a little bit while her food was cooling, his hair was still dripping onto his collar slightly, damp curls a mess on his head, but you found it difficult not to stare at him.

Of course you were aware of how good looking he was. You had thought so the moment you laid eyes on him, when his face and body was presented very closely to your own after he freed you from the devil incarnate that was your own skirt. And you may or may not like to admit that you did steal more than a few glances at him while travelling too, not that it meant anything. In retrospect, he was the only single man in your group – the other men on the wagon train were married or engaged, it was simply rude to stare at the other men, nor did you want to. You had no excuse to ogle at him, but Joel was strikingly good looking. It was almost sacrilege not to stare, one must appreciate God’s beautiful creations, after all.

But now, being married to him, somehow, knowing that you belong to each other, officially, that you were allowed, nay, expected to find your husband attractive, his good looks had unexpectedly quadrupled, and you found yourself no longer just ogling at his beautiful face, but your eyes had extended their sights onto the rest of his person. And now you had seen him bathe. Oh, he was very, very beautiful indeed.

And now these strange things were happening to your body. Oh, please don’t let it be a bad sickness. You would really love the opportunity to appreciate the splendor, the beauty that was your husband a little longer.

You heard him call your name.

Hmm?

He was sitting next to you, Ellie on his lap, his hand semi-stretched towards you, his palm facing upwards.

Oh…

You blushed and placed your hand in his. He gently turned your hand in his and gave it a gentle kiss, before smiling at you, telling you he was asking if you could pass him Ellie’s bowl of food.

Oh. Right. The food.

**********

He cleaned Ellie up after feeding her and walked around with her for a bit until her head dipped into the crook of his neck, full and drowsy, before tucking her into bed, kissing her goodnight so many times she pushed his face away. He spent some time just staring at her sleeping form, missing her so much throughout the day, these few minutes of time spent with her was simply not enough. Yesterday, he left to put markers at the site and came back to a crawling girl. He could’ve sworn that she grew a little bit more every single time you brought her to see him throughout that day.

It was unreasonable how much he loved this little girl. He had had her for about three weeks, and she was all he could think about, day and night. He had felt empty ever since his mother passed. Annie filled some of the emptiness, making him feel as if he had a friend to rely on, his brother too, obviously. But the moment they handed Ellie to him, and she cooed at him for the first time, as if knowing he had saved her, his heart filled to the brim, feeling as if there was nothing else in this world he would ever possibly need.

Until two days later, when you collided into him.

He was too gentlemanly to ever even think about your skirt flying over your head, your drawers exposed to his eyes. But when he helped you get your skirt down, and saw your flustered face for the first time, Joel felt as if he was hit by a brick wall. His body filled with a surge he could not explain. He had never felt like that before in his life, so much so, to this day, he still couldn’t identify what it was. He remembered taking in as much of your beautiful face as he could, silently cursing the fact that he was moving that day, that he bought land so far away in Jackson, and not there, where you were. He had lived in that town most of his life, why had he never seen you around?

His heart leapt at the realization that you were in the wagon train too, in fact, it almost jumped out of his mouth and did a little jig on the ground when he learnt you would be living next door to him. But you kept your distance, eyes averted from his own, and your parents were always around. He was a single man with a baby. Why would your parents allow him to court you? Why would you even be interested in him, a poor, former foot soldier starting anew with a baby to take care of?

When you took Ellie into your arms and managed to calm her, the way Ellie immediately took to you, trusted you, it made his head spin. It took Maria, Tommy and his cousins two whole days to even get Ellie to be held in their arms without crying. But you? He knew immediately his new BabyGirl felt safe with you.

Throughout the journey, he couldn’t wait to stop, just so that he could find an excuse to talk to you. Thank God for Ellie. Never had he thought he would look forward to her fussing more. But there he was, looking for any excuse to pass Ellie on to you, just to be near the receiving end of that smile you always had for his little girl. You actually smiled at him once while taking Ellie from his hands, making his knees weak. He didn’t even dare look into your eyes for long, worried that he might just blurt out his intentions to get to know you better. What if you rejected him? What if you had someone waiting for you in Jackson? No… he didn’t think he could handle it. So he averted his gaze and kept to himself, stealing small dosages of looks at you to satisfy his aching heart.

When he couldn’t find Ellie, you and Maria that morning after the raider attack, he actually panicked. But seeing you had Ellie safely strapped on your chest, keeping her safe… it melted him. And when he saw you drop at the sight of your parents’ dead bodies…

He wanted to comfort you at their funeral. Wanted to take you in his arms, tell you all will be fine. But you had just gone through what no one should go through, losing both parents at the same time, tragically, at that. He refrained himself, not wanting to take advantage of your vulnerability.

And still, even on your darkest day, you still offered to look after Ellie, telling him to rest instead. And when you told everyone the better option for you was to go back to your town rather than move to Jackson, he could actually feel his heart start breaking. Was he never to see you again?

When the group suggested the two of you marry, he doubted himself, especially since you laughed out loud at the suggestion. To him, that just meant that you were not interested in him the way he was in you. But Tommy talked him into talking to you. I know you like her, brother, he had said, talk to her. Don’t give up so easily. You never know.

He didn’t know if you would say yes, but he asked for your parents’ blessings, nonetheless. And luckily for him, you did say yes, and now here he was, in your wagon, lying on your mattress while tucking his daughter - your daughter - in bed, the smell of your lotion surrounding him, making him swoon.

He couldn’t wait to spend more time with you, even if it meant eating more of that stew. He’ll eat it every day for the rest of his life if it meant you would be sitting shoulder to shoulder with him, keeping him company.

“Sleep, my darling BabyGirl. Papa needs to go spend time with your Mama now.”

As if happy to let him do so, Ellie closed her eyes and fell asleep.

**********

Joel took a seat next to you, picking up his bowl of stew and began eating. He had eaten quite a few mouthfuls when he noticed you were not eating, your bowl still on the makeshift table by the firepit, watching him eat with a sad look instead.

“What’s wrong? Why aren’t you eating? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Why didn’t you tell me the stew was bad?”

“It’s not bad. It’s delicious. Did you add something to it?”

“No, I meant this afternoon. It was bad. It’s the worst thing I have ever tasted, and you ate it and didn’t complain.”

Joel contemplated his answer very, very carefully. He placed his bowl down next to yours and shifted to sit closer to you.

“What did you do this morning while I was working?”

“What do you mean?”

“List it down, what did you do today while I was working?”

“I… cleaned the camp, did the dishes, did the laundry, sent you water and snacks, bathed Ellie, played with Ellie, sewed her a new outfit for tomorrow, adjusted a shirt for you to wear tomorrow, made another carrier for Ellie, cooked…”

“See? So far, I have already counted ten things you did. Ten, and you were not even finished. Why would I complain about your cooking when you took time out of your life to cook for me?”

“But Joel, it was really bad…” your eyes filled with tears, your lips began to tremble, feeling so guilty he had to eat that atrocity this afternoon.

He immediately placed his arm around you and pulled you close, his lips landing in your hair, shushing you.

“Don’t cry, Darling. I told you, I’m not picky. I will eat anything you serve me. Okay?”

His hand caressed your hair, tucking them behind your ears, comforting you with his words, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You were too flustered at his new term of endearment for you, you couldn’t even function properly.

“Come on, let’s eat. You fixed it, I think? What did you do to it? It’s really good,” he picked up your bowl and placed it in your hands, picking up his own next. When he saw that you were still hesitant, he scooped some up into his spoon and brought it to your lips, his eyes imploring you to eat some. His concerned face morphed into one of happiness when you shyly opened your mouth to eat his offering.

You told him what happened, smacking him a little on his arm when he giggled. He leaned in and gave you a kiss on your temple, telling you that there was no need for you to worry. He’s sure his cooking was worse, and you’ll improve with more practice. You did great Darling, thank you for cooking for me.

The two of you ate dinner together, him having seconds and thirds, telling you about the progress of the build for the day.

After all was cleared and cleaned, where, despite your protests, you husband went down to the stream to help you with the dishes, the two of you were back by the fire, him, making the frame for Ellie’s play cot, while you finished your final touches on the shirt you had originally started making for your father for him to wear to Will and Benny’s wedding tomorrow. Conversation flowed easily while you worked, getting to know each other better, talking about your childhoods, shy laughter filling the camp.

When you were finished with the shirt, you asked him to try it on. He looked disbelieving for a while, staring at the midnight blue material in your hands. He had heard you say you altered a shirt for him, obviously, but didn’t think much of it until you were holding it out for him to try – and it wasn’t a mended version of one of his ratty shirts. You made him a shirt. No one had ever made him a shirt before. Heck, with the exception of his army uniform, he had never had a brand new piece of clothing before. His mother used to trade for his and Tommy’s clothes, second hand, of course. He bought them at the Red Cross stalls after she passed, and even that, sparingly, saving money for his life here, wearing and poorly mending them until they fell off his body before even thinking of getting a new, second hand one. And here you stand, with a brand new shirt in your hands, the hands that stitched the shirt for him, asking him to try it on.

It was hard for him not to grin excitedly as he stood up and peeled his shirt off right there in front of you, putting the new shirt on. You went around him, adjusting as you go, pinning parts of the shirt you think would make it fit better, not noticing the shy fluster on his face when you accidentally touched his body. You absent mindedly smoothed the wrinkles away off his chest, making him jump a little, as did you, as soon as you realized what you just did.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, taking a step back. His hand shot out and held you by the waist, “Don’t be,” he whispered. “Thank you for the shirt. I love it.”

You nodded, that flush you felt earlier returning. You asked for the shirt back to finish while the day was still light, and the two of you sat back down, sitting shoulder to shoulder, going about the tasks you had in comfortable, if slightly charged silence.

He finished the frame and base of the cot rather quickly that evening. You took out the book you read him the night before and sat on the rug, the gaslight he lit next to you. He laid on the rug right next to you, hands behind his head, legs crossed at the ankle, and listened. The second chapter was funny. Your reading was interrupted by his giggles, trying hard not to be too loud in case he woke Ellie up. When the antagonist of the book came in at the end of the chapter, he scoffed, telling you he had a bad feeling about that man, before proceeding to ask you if you knew how the story ended. When you told him you did, he tried to get it out of you, to the point of pleading, sitting cross legged in front of you, his hands clasped together, his eyes and lips turned down, reminding you of a hungry puppy – it almost got you - but you held your ground and told him no. To be continued tomorrow.

Joel felt his heart had swollen so much, it could literally burst at the thought that he would get to do this with you tomorrow, too.

**********

Joel woke up earlier than usual the next morning. He had gone to bed early, levelling the site taking its toll on his body. He sat up, stretching his body best as he could in his small wagon. Maybe he should get the water today, one less thing for you to do when you wake up. At least you didn’t have to make breakfast today. The men had agreed to take the day off work, planning to work on Sunday instead. It was Will and Benny’s wedding day, after all.

He planned to finish Ellie’s cot today. Your worries that Ellie might crawl her way into the stream terrified him. The thought of spending the whole day with his small family, though, made him smile.

He heard Ellie fussing, your voice immediately soothing her back to sleep. He sat still and listened as you moved about, leaving the wagon and sliding the bolt to the wooden barrier for the bottom half of your wagon back in. He heard you walk down to the stream, so he quickly dressed and got out of his wagon to help you with the water.

What he didn’t expect to see was you sitting on a rock by the stream, your back to him, clad in a loose white robe, lathering your washcloth with soap, before untying the robe and discreetly slipping the washcloth underneath it, soaping your body up while holding the robe closed above your naked skin.

Joel felt paralyzed, yet, at the same time, his hands instinctively went to his crotch, covering his clothed member, his blood rushing south so fast he felt lightheaded. He shouldn’t be seeing this. You obviously bathed during this time for the privacy. He should look away. But his body refused to obey his brain, his eyes fixed on your meticulous and practiced movements, washing every bit of your body under the cover of that robe, before rinsing the washcloth and wiping the suds away. The robe began to wet, sticking to your body, letting him see glimpses of your skin underneath its now slightly see through material, even in this low light. He couldn’t see your body exactly, but he didn’t need to - his imagination was running wild.

He wondered how soft your skin would be – your untouched skin. He often got lightheaded just from touching your soft hands. He wondered what kissing your skin would feel like, how you would react, thinking about the shy looks you gave him every time he kissed your cheek, you lips slightly opened. Oh… the refrain he had to practice not to just crush those lips with his.

But… he had promised you that he would not touch you like that, not unless you wanted him to. So, he pressed his hands on his member, willing it to behave, telling his feet to stay still, and not walk the twenty steps it would take to get to you and tear that robe off your body.

He should do something else. Yes. But what? Start the fire. That’s it. That baby, his baby, what’s her name? That one. She will wake soon and will need her breakfast and warm water for a wash. So, yes. Fire.

With the heaviest of hearts, Joel took several deep breaths, turned around, and went to start a fire instead.

**********

You finished bathing, carefully tying the now soaked robe back up, placing your towel over your shoulders to cover your chest, filling the bucket you had brought with you with water before going back up the path, only then noticing the fire had been lit. Joel rushed to you, taking the bucket off your hands, offering his own to you to help you up, his gaze averted. You tightened your hold on your towel, aware that your robe was practically see through by now. You needed to make yourself a new one, a dark colored one. Bathing in the mornings was not exactly fun. It’s cold. You didn’t have a choice. You couldn’t risk bathing in the daylight for passers by to see.

You made to get the water boiling, but Joel told you to go get ready, he will boil the water, he said. When you got near the fire, you could see him a bit more clearly. He looked flushed, unfocused. He kept holding the bucket in front of him with both hands, looking all dodgy and uncomfortable.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” You placed your hand on his forehead and neck, checking his temperature. It was hot yesterday – you just wanted to be sure he hadn’t gotten a fever. He jumped backwards, taking your hand away from his person, telling you he’s alright, just a bit excited for the wedding. He quickly turned around and busied himself with the pot, pouring water into it before going back down to the stream for more, practically jogging away from you.

Okay. That was weird.

You went into your wagon to get ready. When Ellie fussed, he knocked and asked you give her to him, he will wash her today, he said. So you did, still in your robe, his eyes still averted from you. You could hear him sweet-talking Ellie as he wiped her body, and soon, the ringing laughter from her and the smell of coffee filled the camp area.

You finished doing your hair just as Ellie was done with her wash. You got her dressed in her new dress; a headband placed on her head. You quickly dressed yourself, pinned your hat on and put some rouge on your lips, before stepping out, Ellie in tow.

Joel came out from his wagon just as you had begun feeding Ellie. He stopped in his tracks – his wife and his daughter in similar dresses, in the same color as his new shirt. An indescribable feeling welled inside of him, seeing his daughter looking adorable with her headband, and his wife… oh… his beautiful wife… with red lips…

Joel had to take so many deep breaths before he could go sit with his ladies, too busy trying to keep his flustered state at bay that he didn’t notice your own eyes looking at him, looking dashing in his new shirt.

He asked you if he could ask you a favor. Of course, you said. He took out the lace handkerchief you gave him, and asked if you could keep it on your person. It doesn’t smell like you anymore, he said, his cheeks tinged so pink he felt like he could combust. You took it from him, and turned your body away, took his kerchief from your bosom, replacing it with the handkerchief, both of you averting your eyes, giving his kerchief back to him, asking him to do the same. He took it and placed it in the pocket inside his shirt, his hand covering the area once he’s done.

The three of you walked to the other camps to walk to town together, Ellie strapped to Joel’s chest, his fingers laced with yours, Joel couldn’t help but tell you how beautiful you looked. You could only smile shyly, head down, telling him he looked good too.

He didn’t let go of your hand at all.

**********

The weddings went smoothly without a hitch. The nine Millers stopped at the bakery for a merry breakfast, before the ladies left for the grocery store to get some provisions. You needed to get Ellie’s formula; you’d almost run out. When you walked out of the grocery store, the formula and a bag of groceries in your hands, you were met with a sight.

A group of ladies surrounding your dashing husband, Joel Miller, who was politely smiling at all of them.

They all seemed to be crooning at him. Maybe crooning at Ellie? But they were standing too close to him. Chattering excitedly at him, asking him this and that, their hands on your baby, far too close to your husband’s body. The body that even you hadn’t touched much yet.

A strange feeling enveloped you. A feeling you had never felt before. It felt like someone had reached into your chest and slapped your heart, the tremors it caused travelling through your body, down into your stomach, up your neck, jaw and cheeks and stopped before it could leave the top of your head, swirling in your thoughts making your hair feel as if they stand on ends. It left you feeling hot and cold at the same time, an unease, a poison that made your heart hurt.

What was this feeling?

Joel spotted you, his smile widening, gesturing towards you at the ladies. He walked over to you and grabbed the package of groceries from your hand, the ladies following, swarming you too, now.

“Did you make this?” one lady asked, her fingers brushing the soft flannel of Ellie’s carrier.

“Your husband said you made her dress and his shirt, too? That dress you’re wearing; did you make that too?” another piped up.

You looked at Joel, his face beaming with pride for being able to show your talents off. You nodded, a small yes escaping your lips.

“Do you take commissions? I would love to have one of those carriers for my baby. It would be so much easier for me to work without having to hold him all the time. The shawl just keeps undoing!”

“Could you make me a dress too? And perhaps a shirt or two for my husband? It takes so long to wait for the Red Cross wagon to arrive, we don’t have a tailor or a dress shop here. Only one that sells materials. But I cannot sew like that. Your work is beautiful.”

“She made the flowers on these hats, you know,” Liv told them, showing off the décor on her hat. The ladies ‘oohed’ and ‘aahed’ at your simple creation, you looking at Joel with disbelief written all over your face. He looked immensely proud of you, his smile so wide his dimple was showing.

“Oh, please say yes. We will pay, of course.” So many pleas and begs surrounded you.

“Let me think about it, alright? We are building at the moment, let me talk it over with my husband,” you told them, all of whom looked understanding, nodding their heads, murmurs of ‘oh yes, that’s a busy times’ and ‘I remembers’ echoing through the small group.

“Well, as soon as you’ve decided, let us know. We are very excited to wear your creations,” one very pretty lady said from the back.

Liv and Diana shrieked and immediately hugged her, and she reciprocated, congratulating them on their marriage. She looked at you and Joel, Tommy and Maria, congratulating you four as well.

“I heard you four are newly wedded too.” She took a step back, looking at the nine of you, “I must say, you Millers make a beautiful family.” She looked so sincere in her compliments. You liked her immediately.

Liv started introducing everyone to this new lady, beginning with her new husband, brother in law, then Tommy and Maria and then Joel and you.

“Everyone, this is…”

“Oh, I see you have all met!” a shrill voice you didn’t want to hear again interrupted her. Esther came out of the tavern, a beaming smile on her face. She acted as if the travesty that happened two days ago didn’t happen. Joel immediately put his arm around you, and everyone could see how annoyed Esther looked at his gesture. She gave you a side eye, noticing the baby formula in your hand. She put on a sickly sweet smile for Joel.

“You know, Mr Miller, sometimes, we meet someone and thought they are the best we could get. But you need to know your worth. Marrying an orphaned spinster who couldn’t even feed your baby the way nature intended, that is not good enough, Mr Miller,” she simpered, “Men as fine as you deserve the best. I want you to meet the young lady I was telling you about. She will make the perfect wife for you. Meet my daughter, Tess.”

Part 7

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