#she just keeps adding things to her list of shit to do before we go

[makkie-is-screaming]

Why did I agree to go shopping with my mom

[daceydeath]

Try Again?

Pairing: Chan x F Reader Word Count: 2K Genre: Hurt/Comfort Warnings: Swearing

A part two of Why

You needed time to think the scandal was growing and you needed to be sure that you believed Chan or whether you should walk away for good

It had been almost twenty four hours since you had asked Chis to leave your apartment and the first seven, you predicted of many, bouquets of flowers had already arrived at your door. Although you conceded not all of them were from him, one had been from Felix, you were still not sure what to do. You knew about articles on Dispatch titled "Stray Kids Bang Chan Caught Kissing Mystery Woman" and "Stray Kids Bang Chan Takes Advantage of Fan". There were dozens of smaller articles of Chan with the whore sitting on his lap and all of them made your heart break a little more. You believed him but somewhere in the back of your mind you knew that there was always a chance he was lying to you to keep what he already had from slipping through his fingers.

Your phone rang for the twenty eighth time only this time it wasn't Chan or his manager it was Changbin and you knew at least he would tell you the truth, probably. There was little for him to lose, you would remain friends with the other guys whatever happened, you just wouldn't be able to see Chan again. Ever.

"I'm so sorry we didn't stop her" Changbin blurted loudly as soon as you answered the call "Shit we knew she was going to cause a problem as soon as Hyunjin spotted her following us".

"Bin, start from the beginning" you mumbled your voice scratchy from crying. You felt too listless to bother trying to piece information together.

"Hyunjin spotted her while we were filming and she seemed to be following us, when we finished and went out to the bar she popped up again and we knew she was going to cause some kind of issue, the psycho ones always do. But none of us guessed she was going to launch herself at Chan hyung and try to kiss him let alone sit in his lap. She was on him for like 15 seconds before security grabbed her and kicked her out" Changbin prattled before taking his first breath, you understood now why he was a rapper with the ability to speak so clearly but almost so fast you couldn't follow him.

"You were drunk Bin, Chan told me you all were" you sighed sitting on the floor in your lounge unable to even bring yourself to sit on the couch you had been sitting on when he had told you.

"Not that drunk! sure we were all a bit worse for wear but not so much that we didn't panic the moment she jumped hyung" he defended knowing that you knew he rarely got plastered unless he was somewhere that Stay wouldn't see him.

"So a sasaeng followed you around all day and then to the bar and you all did nothing until she decided to sit in Chan's lap and try to kiss him? That's the story you are going with?" you sniffled you had already run out of tears so an almost miserable apathy was all you could manage at that point.

"I'm not lying to you" Changbin's pretty much shouted down the phone frustration evident in his voice "Fuck I have no stake in what happens between you and hyung but I would prefer than neither of you get hurt by bullshit that was caused by someone else".

You stayed silent, your shaky breath probably the only thing he could hear as the moments dragged on before you hung up adding him to the growing list of people you were blocking as the day wore on. You were too tired to deal with this now and no matter what anyone thought you had to protect yourself first.

Another two days passed and another two of the boys had joined your blocked list for not getting the message and blowing up your phone, the list now stood at four members and three managers, you had just hoped that the others would get the hint and either contact you sparingly or just leave you alone until you were ready to deal with it. The articles kept coming, the whore had been sure to give out as much information as she could making the story grow exponentially and Stay were getting angry that the members were being crucified with no evidence to back the claims up. You were now seeing the situation for what it was and to quote Changbin it was just 'bullshit'.

"Holy shit bug are you ok? Everyone is so worried since you just disappeared" Felix asked as he stepped into your apartment with Hyunjin and Minho on his heels. You had invited them over so you could ask them exactly what happened and how Chan was doing, hoping you could finally either tell him that you believed him or to never contact you again.

"I'm better, I just needed some time" you smiled, accepting his tight hug and letting them sit where they wanted "Can I get you anything?".

"No, we brought you coffee though, to perhaps help" Minho offered, placing an iced latte down on your coffee table.

"Thanks Min" you smiled as genuinely as you could. All of the members had been so kind to you after they met you and found out you were with Chan and Minho was no exception to that even though it took him longer to come around.

"Three shots with vanilla syrup" he smiled in return and waited for you to sit down.

"I didn't want to call you and tell you over the phone" Hyunjin started nervously "I wanted to be able to tell you the truth and you be able to see it".

"That's more than I deserve Hyunnie, I've been quite the bitch over the past few days" you felt the skin of your face burning in shame at your admission.

"You were hurt, you had every right to feel what you were feeling" Felix interjected his normally cheerful bright smile replaced with a small shy one.

"We had been filming a Skz Talker" Hyunjin sighed watching you take a sip of the coffee "This girl was following us, but always off camera and only when we were in public, I noticed her after one of the managers was grumbling about her. She seemed fairly harmless just taking pictures and filming us, which isn't as bad as some of the shit they do, so I ignored her".

"Hyunjin pointed her out to a couple of us so I saw her and I'm pretty sure Seung and Innie did too but I'm not totally sure. But she honestly didn't seem as bad as some of the others do so we were probably not cautious enough about her which is on all of us, the managers included" Minho frowned, his eyes sadder than you had seen them in a while.

"When we went to dinner I don't think she was there and then the little bar we went to after that was so small there can't have been more than twenty other people in, including the staff" Felix added cautiously "but granted I hadn't seen her until it happened".

"We had a few drinks, Channie hyung was tipsy and barely at that, and she just appeared and wandered over like she was a friend. He didn't even see her until he sat on him and he was too stunned to even do anything about it, when he didn't react she grabbed his shirt and kissed him which he shut down immediately" Hyunjin continued slowly letting the information sink in. "He just about shoved her to the floor though, once we all yelled and the managers grabbed her Chan hyung just started cursing her out for being a psycho and disgusting, I think Minho hyung called her an whore because he is savage when he wants to be"

"An attention seeking whore but yeah semantics really" Minho confirmed, shrugging casually.

"We were all shocked and Channie hyung just broke down after it all happened and kept saying he needed to see you, he had to tell you but by the time we got back into Seoul and he got here it had already become a scandal" Felix pouted looking like he was the one who had messed up.

"Thank you all for telling me" you smiled halfheartedly, sipping your coffee again.

"Have you eaten today?" Minho asked seriously, looking at you sympathetically.

"I'll order something for dinner in a little while" you nodded your body feeling drained "I promise".

"Are you going to talk to hyung? He's losing his mind over this, not even the rumors and bad press over you not talking to him" Felix questioned as sweetly as he could.

"I'll call him" you again nodded as they all got up to leave, letting you walk them to the door.

"I swear that's the truth" Hyunjin took your hand to squeeze it "Hyung would rather give up his career than lose you".

"I would never allow that Hyunnie" you squeezed his hand back before they walked out and you shut the door behind them. You knew they hadn't lied to you and you also knew that Chan probably hadn't eaten or slept since it happened which made you feel so guilty that you felt your throat tighten. Taking a deep breath you unblocked his number and waited to see if anything happened, opening your food app you ordered something to arrive in an hour knowing that you would forget about it otherwise. Five minutes after the boys left your phone rang, Chan's picture filling your screen and making your heart clench.

"Baby girl?" He whispered his voice croaky "Baby girl please talk to me".

"Hi Channie" you answered him, your voice shaking.

"Oh shit, baby girl I'm so sorry. I've missed you so much and I'm sorry I fucked everything up and broke your heart but I'll do anything, absolutely anything to get another chance. Please. I love you so fucking much I can't breathe without you". He rambled, his voice turning thick as you imagined tears springing into his eyes.

"Channie, you don't need another chance, you didn't lose the first chance" you explained "I spoke to Hyunjin he told me everything and I'm so sorry I doubted you. I should have known you would never do that to me. I should have trusted you more but I was so scared that you might not love me anymore and I already knew you were too good for me so.... I'm sorry Channie".

"No, no, no you have nothing to be sorry for" Chan interrupted "I'm coming round I don't want this conversation to be over the phone. Is that ok?"

"The doors open Channie" you smiled as he hung up and you imagined him rushing around to get to your apartment.

When he arrived you almost cried looking at how tired and wrecked he looked, heavy bags under his eyes, his hair a mess and his cheeks pale. He didn't say a word, just pulled you into his arms holding you so tight that you thought he might not let you go again.

"I love you, I'll leave Stray Kids, I'll quit music, I'll announce we're together whatever you want me to do to prove I mean it" he breathed into your hair his lips pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

"You will do none of those things Channie" you softly protested your voice muffled against his chest "But maybe get more security to stop the insane people getting so close to you?".

"I will definitely do that baby girl" he sighed, his hold on you relaxing slightly "can we try this again?".

"We never broke up Channie I just needed some time, I didn't leave you I just needed space" you whispered "I know I was a bitch and went about it the wrong way. I should have told you what I needed instead of just shutting you out but I still love you very much".

Chan let go of you tilting your face to look at him, his smile so bright that it was almost blinding before he crashed his lips into yours, the emotion behind the kiss a promise that it would never happen again, that his heart and soul belonged to you. Melting against him you knew you would never not trust him again you loved Chan and that was all that mattered.

a/n: I know this took me like a year to finish but I hope you enjoy it all the same. Your likes, comments, reblogs and support means everything to me and I adore you all xx

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what if someday, Javis constant girls do get a bit much for neighbour readers feelings and heart and she actually thinks about moving and looks in the newspaper for new places (even though she knows she never actually could because being away from Javi feels impossible) and Javi randomly sees the circled ads on her kitchen table and he just absolutely panics and freaks out. And in typical Javi way, does it in a way that’s probably rude lmao

we are back on our neighbor!javi flow, y’all! i mixed these two amazing prompts together so thank you to my anons for sending them in 🖤 i hate these two (i don't) hehe

“What’s this?”

You freeze mid-step, a stack of extra blankets and a pillow nearly slipping from your grip as Javier holds up a newspaper, the pages marked with listings of different apartment complexes and houses.

His eyes are narrowed, mouth pressed into a firm line, and your heart stutters as you see the storm of emotions there.

You’d tried to keep it together, to swallow the ache every time you heard him bring someone home, convincing yourself that it shouldn’t bother you.

But then you started seeing and hearing the same woman’s laughter drift through the walls, night after night, and that finally broke something inside you.

He’d found someone—someone who wasn’t just a casual fling, someone he wanted to talk with, someone to hold at night. And while you’d long accepted that you’d never have that kind of intimacy with him, the reality of him finding it with someone else made your heart burn in ways you weren’t prepared for.

So, determined to protect yourself, you began looking for a way out.

“I’ve just been looking around—” you start, trying to keep your tone casual.

“Why?” he cuts you off. You watch as he sets down the paper he’d been holding, but he doesn’t step back, his body tensed as if he’s bracing himself.

“Because this place is crappy.” You straighten your shoulders, gesturing with a faint, forced smile to keep this from spiraling.

It’s not a lie, but it’s also not the full truth.

“They can’t even get someone out to fix the plumbing on time, and you’re about to be crashing on my couch because of it. My lease is up in two months, so… it just makes sense.” The words tumble out easily enough, but you can’t ignore how his gaze searches yours, like he’s looking for deeper meaning—and it’s there, but he doesn’t know what exactly it is.

“So… what, you were just going to leave without telling me?” His voice dips, the tension almost palpable as he stands there, arms crossed, jaw set in that way that makes his frustration obvious.

You cross your own arms, matching his stance. “I haven’t even toured any places yet. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?” It’s not like you’re moving back to the States, even though that thought has crossed your mind.

His eyes bore into yours, and the weight of all the unspoken things between you lingers, tightening your chest. Javier is wrestling with his words, unsure of what to say since he’s doing that thing where he lets his anger take the reins before thinking shit through.

"Besides, I can barely afford anything around here." You let out a short laugh, but it's strained, revealing just how much this uncertainty has been weighing on you. "I’ve been… I’ve been looking for other jobs too." You clear your throat, wondering how he’s going to take it. "No luck, though.”

Javier’s face shifts, his eyes darkening with a flash of something almost akin to guilt.

First, you're talking about moving away from him, and now, even your job isn’t enough to keep you around him.

Panic prickles under his calm exterior as he watches you, piecing together the unspoken reasons behind your restlessness.

Is this because of him? Is he selfish for thinking this way?

He can’t help but think back to every little misstep he’s taken with you.

Had he finally pushed you too far? Sure, he knew he got a little too possessive when you were bringing Mateo around… or maybe he was too obvious with his flirting over those shared dinners.

Every moment he spent lingering in your presence—sitting a little too close at the courtyard on embassy grounds during his smoke breaks, or holding your gaze longer than necessary—flashes through his mind.

It’s one thing to flirt and tease, to keep his feelings in check for your sake, but the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel cornered, like he was crowding you.

"He’s not making you do any of this, is he?" Javier’s voice has an edge, wary and somehow accusatory.

You blink in surprise, a flicker of irritation igniting inside. Really? Does he actually think your short-lived thing with the guy from the bank has you wanting to carelessly pack up your life?

The assumption pisses you off, but you hold back—after all, he’ll be crashing on your couch for the next few days, and arguing right now could make things awkward.

But then again, maybe he'd find solace with that woman you hear coming around nearly every night.

“You’re joking, right?” You shake your head, feeling the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose. “No, Javier, no one’s making me do this but me. If anything, I’m just a little tired of having to plug my ears at night to avoid hearing you screw your girlfriend into oblivion.”

The words spill out, laced with a bitter edge you didn’t mean to reveal, but after how he barged in on your date with Mateo, maybe he deserves a to feel some heat about it, too.

His eyes narrow sharply. “Girlfriend?”

You wave him off, “Just forget I said anything.”

But of course, he’s not going to let it go that easily. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t know, Javi," you sigh, feeling exposed and frustrated. "I just know the walls are paper thin, and I can hear everything—just like you can. It’s grating sometimes, but I do my best to ignore it and not storm over there to embarrass the both of you by blowing up."

Suddenly, every late-night hookup he’s had since you moved in projects like a kaleidoscope in his memory.

None of it meant anything to him—they were just distractions, shallow ways to escape the brutality of his job and maybe even the tender, unspoken feelings he harbors for you.

Yet, in his careless distraction, he hadn’t considered how it could affect you, make you uncomfortable in your own home. For someone who claims to care deeply about you, he realizes he’s done a lousy job of showing it.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, cariño.” He deflates, and your heart skips because you just melt when he calls you that, “I didn’t think… well, fuck, I never think.” He bites back the urge ramble, to tell you how much he despises the idea of you leaving, how much he wishes he could be the reason you stay and that he hates himself for making you listen to him lose himself in different women. “I’ll be better about that.”

You nod, feeling whiplash from this weird ass conversation slash argument you just indulged in.

“Just be courteous. Isn’t that what you told Mateo?”

He steadies himself, masking the ache in his chest with a small, tight smile. “Yeah, guess I did say that.”

And it’s not like you’re actually going to follow through with leaving. You’ll just resign your lease and hope that Javier sticks to his word about keeping his love affairs quiet.

[thehereticdiaries]

I Make You (You Make Me): Chapter One

Summary: After auditioning for a backup dancer position for the idol group Enhypen, you do the polite thing and shake everyone's hands before you leave. But when you make contact with one of the members, your soul mark burns Warnings: This chapter is literally all fluff

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The HYBE building was absolutely daunting. The sun reflected off the glass and metal, making it difficult to look at. You took a deep breath, swallowing your nerves and wiping your sweaty palms on your joggers before stepping into the cool air of the lobby. You approached the woman typing furiously behind the front desk, her glasses sitting on the edge of her nose.

“Hello, I’m looking for the Enhypen auditions?” You politely greeted the older woman.

“Photo ID and audition invitation.” She didn’t even look up from her computer to address you, causing your anxiety to spike again. You handed her the requested documents with shaky hands. Her sharp eyes scanned over your ID and letter, then to a list of names taped to her desk. She returned your documents and provided a visitor tag. “Take the elevator to the right. The studio is on the third level, number 307.” 

You mumbled a ‘thank you’ and followed her directions to the dance studio. You were among 20 candidates for the backup dancer position for the swiftly approaching comeback. You stood in line and focused solely on keeping your breathing steady. It was your turn after what felt like an eternity of waiting (it was only 15 minutes). You stood in the center of the room facing four men sitting in chairs and holding clipboards. You recognized two of them as members of Enhypen, although you couldn’t remember their names. The other two must be the lead choreographer and manager. They were the names on the audition invite.

“Hello, I am Y/N L/N, and I will be performing my own choreography to Mirage by Lindsey Stirling,” you introduced yourself with a bow. They nodded and began the track, which they had queued up along with the other candidates’ songs. You took your position and emptied your mind, just like you did before every competition. You put everything you had into the dance. You panted as you relaxed from your final position. 

“You said you made your own choreography?” One of the Enhypen members asked with a tilt of his head. Shit, what was his name? Ricky? Ricky sounded almost right. You nodded.

“Yes, this was for my final competition right before I graduated from university.”

“Did you go to school for dance?” The oldest of the four men chimed in. You had to assume he was the manager.

“No, actually, I have a teaching degree. I was planning to teach Korean and English literature. But I did competitive dance for a little under ten years,” you explained, fidgeting with your fingers. You weren’t expecting to be asked any questions.

“So what made you apply for this position?” The other Enhypen member furrowed his eyebrows. 

“To be honest, I haven’t had much luck finding a school willing to hire me, since I’m only 22 and a foreigner,” you sighed. “I saw the ad online, and figured there was no harm in applying.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, are those bands on your fingers your soul mark?” The manager pointed to your hands. You looked down at the bands of solid black circling the base of seven of your fingers.

“Yes, they are. And no, I’m not sure if it means I have seven soulmates or if they’re all tied to one,” you answered the question you knew would be the follow-up. The manager nodded, making a note on the paper in front of him.

“Thank you for coming in, we will be in touch to let you know if we have decided to pick you for the position,” the manager stated with a final nod in your direction. You thanked and shook the hands of the manager and choreographer. When your hand connected with the Enhypen member to the choreographer’s right, the band on your left pinky burned. You yelped, yanking your hand from the young man’s grip to clutch your mark. You rubbed your pinky to soothe the sting, your motions coming to a stop when the black band slowly morphed to a pale purple.

“Ni-ki, are you okay?” You looked up to him staring at everything in the room with his jaw dropped. 

“Oh, my god, I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you?” Ni-ki dropped his eyes back to you. He suddenly held your face with both hands to pull you closer to his face, causing you to squeak and flush a light pink. He seemed to be analyzing your features, flicking his gaze over your hair, your cheeks, and your lips before landing on your eyes.

“Ni-ki, what on earth has gotten into you?” The manager asked incredulously. 

“Her eyes are blue,” he muttered while running a thumb across the skin under your eyes.

“Oh… oh! You got colors! You found your soulmate,” the other member grinned and shook the youngest by his shoulders. Ni-ki rolled his eyes and reluctantly released you from his grip. You shook yourself out of your daze.

“Sorry, I’m probably holding up the auditions. I’ll wait outside until everything is finished, then we can talk.” You bowed clumsily and stepped back in the hallway, missing the curious look from the cat-eyed member and the longing from Ni-ki. They knew you were right, though, so they didn’t protest. You sat on the floor a few doors down from the audition studio. There were still seven people that still needed to go, so you pulled out your phone to google the Enhypen members. You identified the other member in the studio as the leader, Jungwon. You fell down a rabbit hole of interviews and fan compilations in an attempt to memorize all of their names and faces.

“Y/N?” You jumped at the sudden intrusion. Jungwon had poked his head out of the studio to let you know they were done, but he was now stifling his laughter. 

“You guys are done already?” You checked the time and sure enough, almost a half hour had passed. You followed Jungwon back into the studio, sitting on the floor in a small triangle with the idols while their manager, Minjun, observed from his chair. You and Ni-ki immediately dove into a quiet conversation, each of you wanting to learn more about your soulmate. Jungwon looked at you with that same curious expression as when you left after your audition. 

“I have something I want to test,” he interrupted. You turned to him, eyebrows raised. He hesitated for a split second before gently intertwining your hands. You winced when you felt the burning on your soul mark again, this time on your right pointer finger. The three of you watched as the band changed from black to red.

“How come yours is a different color than mine?” Ni-ki questioned. You shrugged, unsure of the answer yourself.

“I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure it out over time.” You looked up from your newly colored mark to Jungwon, who was typing quickly on his phone. “How did you know?” 

“Your emotions,” he started and dropped his phone into his lap to return his attention to you. “I have the shared emotions soulmark. I felt how nervous you’ve been today, especially when you introduced yourself and your song. I had a feeling even before you gave Ni-ki colors.”

“I assume you told the other boys,” Minjun quipped. Jungwon nodded. You were very happy you decided to look them up earlier. “I’ll be back, then. I need to gather some paperwork for Y/N to fill out.” 

“You think the others are my soulmates, too?” You pondered after the door closed behind Minjun. 

“It’s definitely possible. I’ve heard a couple other groups share a soulmate,” Jungwon noted. “ITZY and P1Harmony have gone public with their soulmates. TXT, Xikers, and Aespa are still private with theirs, but they’ve told some other idol groups.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know so many–” You were cut off by the door slamming open. You clutched a hand over your heart, shouting a Jesus fucking Christ in English.

“AH!!” Jake beamed and pointed at you. He turned in circles, almost too excited to pick one thing to look at. 

“Show her, dumbass!” Someone teased from the hallway. Jake turned and moved closer to you then lifted part of his shirt. Across his left hip bone, in bold black letters, was the phrase “Jesus fucking Christ”. 

“I am so sorry!” You hid your face in your hands. “Ugh, why did I curse?! I wish I said something nicer.”

“It’s okay,” Jake chuckled and wedged his way between you and Jungwon. “It’s easy enough to cover, plus it’s funny as hell.” The other four members filed into the studio. Sunoo froze by the door to stare at you. 

“Alright!” You clapped to get everyone’s attention (which was already on you anyway). “My soulmark is physical, so I need everyone to touch my hand or something. Oh, and tell me what your soulmarks are.” The first to step up was Heeseung. He pulled the collar of his shirt down to reveal your initials printed underneath his collarbone. Him and Jake turned the bands on your left middle and pointer fingers into a rosy pink.

“I have a red string connecting my thumb to your chest,” Sunghoon grinned and ran the thumb with his string across your cheekbone. The band on your right middle finger turned the same shade of red as Jungwon’s. The burning was intense, but you needed to confirm all of the bonds. 

“You glow for me.” Sunoo was still entranced by the pulsing gold light surrounding your body. He simply patted your hair before sitting between Sunghoon and Ni-ki. Your left ring finger’s band changed to pale purple. The last to approach was Jay, who sat right in front of you.

“I don’t know what my soulmark is,” he admitted. You nodded and held your hands out to him. He took them into his own, changing the band on your right ring finger red. His smile dropped ever so slightly. Nothing changed for him. 

“Nothing?” Jay shook his head and you smiled sadly. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s not your fault.” He started to pull his hands away, but paused when he looked at your palms. They were a deep, forest green. Jay’s eyebrows pinched together in concentration. He ran his fingers down your forearm, a trail of green following his touch. 

“What do the different colors mean?” Jake peeked over Jay’s shoulder, who was still running his fingers across any patch of exposed skin in fascination, smiling so hard his eyes were almost closed.

“I’m not really sure,” you shrugged. Sunghoon tapped his chin. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head.

“Maybe it shows different types of bonds,” he started. “Not all soul bonds are the same, after all.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. “I’ll probably figure out what the colors mean as I get to know all of you.” The door opened again and Minjun stepped back into the studio, tablet in hand.

“So?” The elder probed, one eyebrow arched. You held up your hands to show off your now-colorful fingers. “I can’t say I’m surprised. For now, I just need you to sign a standard NDA. I have to discuss more specifics with the managers of the other groups that share a soulmate.” Minjun handed you the tablet. You barely skimmed the agreement before signing and dating the form. 

“Is this going to affect my chances of getting the backup dancer position?” You asked as you handed the tablet back to the manager. 

“That is part of the specifics I need to ask about. If you’d like to spend time together, please do so here or at their dorms until we do a security sweep of your home.” Minjun tucked the tablet under his arm and left the studio once more. 

“Let’s go to the dorms. We can order food and get to know each other better,” Jungwon suggested and stood to grab his bag.

“Dude, we just left them to come here!” Jake groaned. “Why didn’t you just bring her to us?”

“You know Minjun wouldn’t let us without confirming that she is actually everyone’s soulmate.” Jungwon held the door open and gestured to the hallway. You followed the boys as they made their way back to the dorms.

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[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie didn’t even remember falling asleep. One second he was cradling the love of his life and the next his phone was blaring by his ear, forcing his eyes open.

That wasn’t even right, it was too loud to be his phone. It was two loud shrieking noises, bad enough to wake them both up. Steve blinked up at him, seemingly just as confused on how they’d gotten here as Eddie was.

Emotional exhaustion was a hell of a drug.

He didn’t know how long they were asleep for when he grabbed his phone, sleepily answering, “Hello?”

“Where the hell have you been?!” Chrissy’s voice greeted him, “I have been hiding in a damn airport bathroom for forty minutes! Like three people have already recognized me and I swear to God, if you aren’t here before that catches on-”

Fuck, “Shit, I’m so sorry, I’m on the way. Forty minutes, tops.”

“That doesn’t answer where you’ve been.”

Eddie glanced over at Steve, watching as he answered his own phone, “Steve came by and we talked.”

“He did?” Chrissy asked, on the edge of hopeful, “What did he say?”

“Well-”

“You SAID you would call me if it worked out! And did you call? No! You didn’t! Nancy and I are literally circling his apartment building because for all I know he could have killed you-”

Eddie watched, amused as Steve scrambled to take his phone off speaker. He tried to calm her down, “Robin, I’m fine. I’m sorry, we just got distracted.”

Eddie could still hear her yelling on the other end, muffled but still clear enough, “And how the hell would I know you’re fine? You had one job Steven, one!”

“Eddie? You there?” Chrissy voice asked, one more added to the madness, “Don’t leave me on a cliffhanger here! What happened?”

But Eddie’s mind was already wandering. As much as he loved Chrissy, leaving Steve here wasn’t high on his list of priorities. There was still a lot to talk about and shoving his best friend into his face after they just made up probably wasn’t a great call. But Robin was right outside.

His mind settled on an idea, it was a little out there but Eddie was selfish enough to try. Besides, if Chrissy hated it he could just take Steve along. He was going to meet her eventually anyway.

“I’ll tell you everything,” Eddie reassured, still half-listening to Steve’s conversation, “But things are still kind of fresh. How would you feel about someone else picking you up from the airport?”

“Who?”

“Steve’s sister?” Eddie tried, fully ready for her to call him crazy. He’d have to give her that one. He did technically make her fly all the way out here just to try and ditch her at the airport.

But Chrissy didn’t sound very put out. If anything she sounded curious, “Wait, you mean the girl from the pictures?”

Eddie narrowed his eyes at the plural, “I only sent you one picture.”

The silence that followed told him everything he needed to know, “Have you been stalking this girl’s instagram?”

“I-no? Wait a sec, I’m not the one on trial here! Don’t interrogate me!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, but he’d give it to her, “But you’re open to the idea?”

“If you can guarantee I won’t be kidnapped and murdered maybe.”

“Fair enough,” Eddie said, turning to nudge Steve, “Hey baby, can you ask Robin a weird question?”

“Eddie wants to know if you’ll pick up Chrissy Cunningham from the airport,” Steve immediately asked. Evidently, Eddie hadn’t been the only one eavesdropping, “As long as you promise not to kidnap and/or murder her. But I’m going to add drooling too. Neither of you can make her uncomfortable, got it?”

It was kind of impressive how easily Steve turned that conversation around, like he knew exactly what Robin was going to say. Probably because he did.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, yes! We’ll do it!” Eddie heard from the other line, from what sounded like two separate voices, “But can you warn her we’re fans? We can only act so normal for so long. But we can keep a secret! We won’t like expose her or anything!”

Steve rolled his eyes, “All you have to do is drive her to her hotel. You can handle it for that long.”

“I’m paying for your hotel by the way,” Eddie said on his end, “And warning her and her girlfriend are both fans.”

“Damn right you’re paying for it,” Chrissy agreed, “I still have your credit card from the last time you were here. And uh, you said they’re both fans? Nancy too?”

Eddie paused, “Just how deep into the cyberstalking hole did you go with these people?”

“J-Just give me her number! I’ll let you know when I get there. Then you owe me every detail the second you are officially back together.”

Eddie bit his tongue, as he glanced over at Steve. He was running a hand through his hair, trying and failing to calm down the still screeching duo. Yeah, he was going to take one more day with him.

“I will,” Eddie promised, “When we figure it all out you’re the first stop. We’re coming straight to you, okay?”

“Good,” Chrissy said, appeased, “Enjoy him alone while you can.”

“I will. Thank you, Chrissy,” Eddie said, completely sincere, “For coming all the way out here for my dumbass. I love you, dude. See you soon.”

“Love you too.”

He hung up around the same time Steve did.

“I feel like we just started something,” Steve yawned as he laid right back down, “But I don’t know what.”

From the latest chapter of this fic

[yelena-bellova]

Twenty Years Later: Joel Miller x F!Reader - Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Luck

Plot: Joel, Y/n, Tess and Ellie encounter Clickers, and sacrifices are made.

Warnings: tlou ep.2 spoilers, language, violence, gore, blood, guns, death, (16+)

Word Count: 4.4k (what else for chapter 4? lol)

A/N: So the only reason I was able to get this out so fast is because chapter three and this was supposed to be one big chapter. It ended up being too long, so it got split. Please don’t make this your expectation 😂

I love reading all your comments, even if I’m horrible at responding to them. I’ve never had this kind of response to my writing and it’s a lot to keep up with. I, once again, have to reiterate that this is a 16+ series and if your name is not listed on your page, I will not be tagging you. Gotta look out for younger eyes 👀 I hope you enjoy this chapter! There’s no flashback, but a lot of hints about things to come later…I’m a terrible tease 😂🤫 Enjoy!!

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The museum doors were covered in fungus.

“This feels like a great plan,” Y/n sarcastically stated.

Joel ignored her disapproval, going ahead and kneeling down at one of the fungal sites. He ran a hand over it before breaking through it with the butt of his rifle.

“It’s bone dry,” he reported, “It could mean they’re all finally dead in there.”

Could was the key word of the sentence. ‘Coulds’ were like ‘probablies,’ hope with barely a breath left in it. The adults all started going through their packs, puling out their flashlights.

“Oh, man…” Ellie muttered.

Joel whipped out his light and looked exepctantly to Ellie, “Marlene pack you one of these, or just sandwiches?”

“Yeah,” Ellie answered, searching through her pack.

Y/n nudged the kid’s arm, drawing her focus. “You stay behind one of us at all times,” she instructed, “Slow and steady. Do not wander. Got it?”

Ellie nodded, “Got it.” When Tess crossed her hands, a gun and a flashlight in each, Ellie took notice. “I have a spare hand.”

“Congratulations,” Joel noted sarcastically.

With her pistol drawn, Y/n watched Joel move forward. It bothered her that he had been leading them the whole way. Their talk on the highway proved he thought he was capable of more than her. He assumed that just because he’d known her when she could afford to be delicate, she couldn’t have possibly grown into a fighter. Setting caution aside, she marched forward to walk parallel to him.

“Get back,” he ordered.

“Get bent,” she grunted.

The four of them moved as silently as they could through the museum’s lobby, posters and signs proving it had once been a landmark. Y/n moved alongside Joel, at one point taking a step ahead of him and finding a corner full of dry Cordyceps.

“We’re good,” she announced.

“Oh, finally,” Tess remarked, “Some fuckin’ luck.”

“I guess we should’ve gone this way in the first place,” Joel acknowledged.

“Oh, shit!” Ellie exclaimed, the three of them ran to join her. She’d broken Y/n’s third instruction like it was nothing.

There lay a body, covered in fresh blood and claw marks through its clothing.

“What the fuck did that?” Ellie inquired.

Y/n, Tess and Joel shared a knowing look.

“Maybe,” Tess’ voice shook as it lowered, “Maybe he was attacked outside and crawled through the doors. The door was open. Could’ve been him. I don’t hear anything.”

“Who would you hear?” Ellie asked.

The adults shushed her, Joel held up a hand.

Ellie lowered her voice, “Who would you hear? Are you saying an Infected did that?”

“Shh,” Tess crooned.

“Because I’ve been attacked by one and it wasn’t like that,” Ellie added.

Joel took a breath, it was all he could allow himself. “Okay, from this point forward, we are silent,” he whispered, “Not quiet…silent.”

“What-“ Ellie began.

“No, no questions,” Joel stopped her, “Just do it.”

Having very little trust in the man who had openly admitted to wanting to kill her, Ellie peered at Y/n, who nodded in solemn agreement. Things had suddenly become very, very real.

The four of them made their way to the museum’s staircase, taking slow steps up the creaking steps. Joel and Y/n made it to the top first, only having to stop when a piece of debris fell in a cloud of dust. They shined their flashlights across the way, a massive piling of death and fungus-covered bodies laying tragically still.

Crunch.

The exes spun around to see Ellie baring her teeth nervously, a skeletal hand below her sneaker. Everyone held their breath. There was creaking coming from above them, every step they took was a step closer to being buried alive.

Joel and Y/n made it into the Independance Hall exhibit, taking stock of their surroundings and coming up clean. Ellie followed with Tess close behind her.

Suddenly, there was a crashing sound; the building was finally giving out. Lightining fast, Y/n surged forward and grabbed Ellie’s arm, pulling her forward as Tess nose dove to the floor. Y/n let go of Ellie to extend a hand to Tess, who braced herself with it and got to her feet. They barely had a second to gather their thoughts before a loud, animal noise echoed through the room.

Then came the clicking.

Y/n and Joel drew their guns together, aiming in the direction the sound had come from. They slowly backed up, Tess and Ellie moving behind them, as the noises drew closer.

Fear can stop a clock, and none of them could tell how long they waited until the snarling, shriveled monster stepped into the room.

Y/n and Joel’s grudge ceased to exist as they moved in sync, silent as the grave they prayed they weren’t about to meet. As their group passed a doorway, more clicking sounded through it. They startled, backing up as the erratic footsteps came closer.

Two. There were two Clickers.

The foursome sought shelter behind a glass display case as the Infected began to roam the room. Each of them were processing the situation spearately, but they needed to move together as one.

Joel saw the fear in Ellie’s eyes, he couldn’t take it from her, but he could prepare her. “They can’t see,” he mouthed, leaning over Y/n, “But they can hear.”

On the other side of the display case, one of the Clickers walked past, shrieking as it jerked around. It had been over a year since Y/n had been this close to one of them, she’d forgotten what it was like. The way experience melted away and fear overtook all your senses.

Joel held up a finger to the three of them. If the Clickers could pass through without noticing them, they could make a straight shot up to the passageway and be gone. Everything rested on how the next thirty seconds went.

Y/n was too afriad to shut her eyes and too scared to face the creature head on. She simply stared ahead, trembling with each sound the monster made.

They listened as it turned the corner of the display case, until it was mere inches from them.

Ellie gasped.

Y/n grimaced.

The creature spun around to them and screamed.

Joel unloaded his rifle on the creature, who reached out and dragged him forward.

“Run,” Joel screamed.

Tess took off with Ellie, shooting at the other Infected before escaping the room. Y/n stayed, firing shots at the creature as it fought Joel. It knocked the rifle out of his hands, leaving him with only his pistol. Y/n was able to wound it enough to momentarily stun it, giving Joel and her time to run away.

They sprinted down the hall, Joel turned around and fired a shot before they dove into the next room. He knocked over a podium, creating an obstacle in the Clicker’s path, buying him and Y/n a few extra seconds. Joel grabbed her wrist and threw them behind a shelving unit.

Now fear, it turns out, is a powerful thing. It can cause people to turn on one another, or it can bring them together. Y/n had spent the last twenty four hours listing all the ways she wanted to kill Joel Miller, but face to face with the reality of losing him, she was doing everything she could to save him. They both were.

Joel’s hands shook as he reloaded his gun, his flashlight tucked between his shoulder and his chin. Y/n stretched her arm out over his chest, her breath trembling in time with his as they waited…

The Clicker was right next to them.

Joel shone his flashlight around the corner, the Infected was a mere ten inches from them. Mercifully, it hadn’t sensed them, and headed around the other side of the shelving unit. Y/n peered through the dusty screens, charted a clear path, and motioned for Joel to come forward. They crouched as they walked, Y/n spotted Ellie hunched against another display case.

Joel and her quickly crossed the space and got down alongside her. Joel looked to his side, signaling for Ellie to follow them around the case. They crawled in the opposite direction, the Clicker only a few feet away from them and but a second from discovering them. It just needed to take a few more steps and then it would be in the other room….

A piece of glass crunched under Joel’s boot.

The three of them stopped.

The Clicker screeched and leapt across the case, tackling them to the floor. Ellie thrashed and yelled as it pinned her down. Joel and Y/n each kept an arm against its chest, pushing it away with their combined strength. Y/n freed her arm from between her and Ellie’s bodies, pressing her gun against the Clicker’s abdomen and shooting it three times. It stunned the monster, giving Joel time to shove it off of them. Y/n shielded Ellie, who was gripping her jacket, and Joel shielded Y/n. Joel aimed his pointed at the Clicker once again, and gunned it down as it ran towards them. He fired a few final shots, just to ensure it was dead.

The second Clicker charged towards them, Joel and Y/n shoved Ellie behind them, no time to draft an attack plan. Saving the day, Tess came from the side and lodged an axe in the Clicker’s head. Thinking quick, Joel left Y/n and Ellie to retake his rifle, firing one shot before a second that did the creature in.

Joel surveyed the Clicker, examining the bloody chunks of fungus laying around its head. Fear was enough to create doubt, even in front of fact.

“You all right?” Joel asked Tess, who was getting to her feet.

“Twisted ankle, but…yeah,” Tess answered.

Y/n turned to Ellie, “Are you okay?”

“Well, I didn’t shit my pants, so…” she responded, glancing around her in case they’d missed one. She stopped and rolled up her sleeve, revealing a bloody mark, “You fucking kidding me?”

Y/n didn’t know whether or not to be scared. Joel knew exactly what to feel.

“I mean, if it was gonna happen to one of us,” Ellie muttered.

Joel didn’t let his anxiety come over him often, but he could feel it building. Tess was tuned into him enough to see it happening.

“Hey,” she coaxed, “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

The four of them filed out the top window, Y/n offering Tess her hand to help her onto the roof. Joel went to work immediately, pulling out a first aid kit and a piece of cloth.

“Put this around your arm,” Joel instructed Ellie, handing her the cloth. In the chaos, he hadn’t even thought to ask Y/n if she was injured. “You-“

“I’m fine,” Y/n said coldly, eager to settle back into blind hatred.

Ellie made her way to the makeshift bridge, a few wooden planks, and took the first step. “Over there?”

“Yeah, I know,” Joel spoke as he examined Tess’ ankle, “It looks scary.”

“That was scary,” Ellie replied, “This is wood.”

Y/n followed Ellie, her legs steadying more with each step across the divide. In the world they lived in, fear had to pass as quick as a summer storm.

“Are they always like that?” Ellie asked once they were both on the rooftop.

Y/n sighed, “Not at first. I mean, they’re always scary but at the beginning, they look…” she paused, forcing the memories out like a tide in the ocean, “They look normal.”

Ellie hummed, wandering off to the edge of the building. As Joel crossed the plank, Y/n went to stand beside Ellie. The sun was shining gold down on the remnants of Boston, illuminating the good and the bad.

This. This was what still gave Y/n hope. She needed to believe that maybe, maybe, there was a way to restore the world back to its beauty. That was the key difference between her and Joel; she still wanted to find what little good was left out there.

Joel came to stand on Ellie’s other side, peering over at the girl. “Is it everything you hoped for?”

“Jury’s still out,” Ellie gave a half-shrug, “But man, you can’t deny that view.”

Tess rejoined them, walking with new purpose. “C’mon, let’s get there before it’s dark,” she grunted, climbing over the edge and scaling down some siding.

Joel and Y/n stood at the edge of the roof, each staring out into the horizon lost in their thoughts. Their severed connection lived in the space between them, sparking and straining as it tried to pull them together.

But they’d had twenty years of ignoring one another’s memory. It was going to take more than a fight and a sunset to come to any kind of truce.

Y/n silently climbed down the side of the building, leaving Joel on his own. He glanced down at his watch, taking a valued second to himself, before heading down after the rest of them.

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The rest of the way to the State House was spent in quiet suspicion. Everyone watched Ellie with more interest than before, waiting for something to happen.

When they arrived, Y/n spotted the truck that was supposed to transport Ellie and her. There was supposed to be someone outside waiting to meet them and yet, the place looked as deserted as the rest of the city.

Joel glanced at Y/n, silently asking if this was right. She answered with a distant shake of her head as she looked around them. She drew her gun and got up, stepping strategically through the grass. Joel huffed in exasperation, coming out in the open to follow her.

Y/n approached the truck cautiously, her breath already trembling like she’d already seen what lay inside. She ignored Joel practically breathing down her neck as she swung open the vehicle’s door. Empty.

Joel held up a hand to Tess, who stood with her gun aimed and Ellie protected behind her. “Stay back,” he mouthed. When he turned back to Y/n, he found air.

Y/n rounded the vehicle, examining the other side before her eyes and nose were drawn to the ground. There was a bloodied body laying underneath the truck. She knelt before it, whatever had happened to it hadn’t been more than an hour or two ago. The blood was still new, but the flies had already found the poor soul.

Joel was at the rear of the truck, bracing himself for whatever fight lay inside it. He threw the back door open and took a stance, finding the same nothing they had in the cab.

“Joel?” Tess called, coming to join them, “What the fuck is going on?”

“I don’t know,” Joel said, looking around the corner of the truck to Y/n, “What was the plan?”

Y/n sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “Driver was supposed to be waiting here, one or two Fireflies just to verify it was us…we were supposed to jump in the truck and go.”

“They went inside,” Ellie announced, staring at the steps leading to the State House. The three adults peered over to see the bloody footprints painted on the staircase.

“Come on,” Tess grunted, grabbing Ellie’s hand and letting the blood tracks show them the way.

“Tess,” Joel called, Y/n wasn’t waiting for him to call the shots. She jogged up the stairs with the same urgency as his partner. “Tess!”

Tess burst through the doors, holding both Ellie and her pistol in front of her. Y/n flanked Ellie, ready to attack whatever could been lurking in the building. Joel followed the women, exhausted by their recklessness.

What they found was worse than they could have imagined.

Every Firefly body was on the floor, their blood spread across the slick marble.

Y/n could feel her chest cave in on itself. Her comrades, the plan to take Ellie west, hope itself, it all dead lay around her.

Tess showed the same panic Y/n was trying so hard to contain. “Okay, I mean there’s gotta be a fuckin’ radio or something, right?”

“Start looking,” Y/n holstered her gun, running to check the crates, the equipment…anything that could offer them a morsel of chance. If she could get in contact with Marlene, they could form a new plan. She’d take Ellie herself, if necessary, doubts be damned. They couldn’t admit defeat so easily.

“Tess,” Joel called, having already deduced that one Firefly had got infected and it had spread to the others, “What’re you doin’?”

Y/n threw open crates, scouring the contents for a radio, with Tess searching beside her. They both ignored Joel.

“Where did Marlene say you two were going?” Tess asked Y/n.

“Tess-“ Joel tried again.

“Just west,” Y/n answered, her breath quickening, “We were supposed to get the exact location here.”

Tess threw her hands out in exasperation, “Just west. Fuck. Okay…well, one of ‘em’s gotta have a map on them, right?”

Y/n was already examining the bodies without touching them, “Check each one.”

“Joel, can you help us?” Tess impatiently asked, kneeling next to Y/n and searching through the victim’s pockets.

“No,” Joel bellowed, refusing to indulge the fantasy any longer, “Tess, it’s over. We are goin’ home.”

Tess spun around, shooting daggers out her eyes, “That’s not my fucking home!”

Her cry was loud enough to silence the rest of them. Tess hung over one of the bodies, fighting back her tears enough to stand up and face Joel.

“I’m stayin’.”

Y/n stayed on the ground, confusedly watching the scene play out.

“I mean…” Tess almost laughed, “Our luck had to run out sooner or later.”

Joel stood perplexed. Perhaps he’d have figured it out if he had looked in between her words. In her eyes. In her quivering lips.

“Fuck,” Ellie exclaimed, her voice lowering to a whisper, “She’s infected.”

Joel felt the very ground they stood on crack down the middle, a divide separating him and the only person he’d allowed himself to care about in twenty years. The unspeakable plague had finally come for one of them, and it had attached itself to the wrong person.

“Show me,” he muttered.

“Joel,” Tess said softly, taking a step forward. Joel flinched, jumping back an inch away from her. He regretted it immediately, it was pure instinct.

Tess pulled back her jacket and shirt to display the reddening bite mark.

Y/n got to her feet upon seeing the wound, unafraid to close the distance Joel was putting between them. Joel threw out a hand to pull her back, but Y/n smacked it away and placed her fingers around Tess’ wound. In another life, it could have been extremely well done Halloween makeup. She wanted it to be.

“Oops,” Tess tried to smile, “Right?”

Y/n rubbed her fingers against Tess’ shoulder, if these were her last minutes, she wanted her to feel human touch one more time.

“Take your bandage off,” Tess ordered Ellie.

The girl unwrapped the cloth from her arm, showing the adults her newest bite mark. It was already healing.

Tess surged forward and took Ellie’s arm, holding it up to Joel. “Look. Joel? This is real,” she pulled Ellie forward, “Joel, she’s fucking real.”

Joel and Y/n spotted it at the same time: Tess’ hands were beginning to shake.

Tess retracted her arm into her person, her breaths quickening with passion. Passion for a future she would never see.

“I need you to get her to Bill and Frank’s,” Tess stated.

“No,” Joel started to argue, a flurry of emotions hitting him at once. It was real. This was real.

“They’ll take her off your hands,” Tess continued, unstoppable in her pleas, “They’ll handle it from here.”

“No, no, no,” he shook his head, sounding like a child in denial, “I can’t. They won’t take her. They’re not gonna take her.”

“They will,” Tess insisted, “Cause you’re gonna convince them.”

“I’ll take her,” Y/n said from behind Joel, “Tell me where they are and I’ll get her there.”

Tess squeezed her eyes shut, “No, it has to be him,” she looked to Joel, “I never ask you for anything. Not to feel the way I felt, not to-“

“No,” Joel said, a kneejerk reaction. He had spent so long caring for her as much as his grief would allow him.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tess snapped, “Cause I don’t have much time. This is your chance. You get her there, you keep her alive…” she bit back her tears, “And you set everything right. All the shit we did…please say yes, Joel, please.”

Joel could feel what was left of his heart beginning to break. He couldn’t lose anyone else.

A strained gasp from one of the Infected Fireflies echoed behind Ellie, “Oh, fuck!”

With all the tranquility of a piano melody, Joel stepped forward, cocked his pistol and blew a chunk of the one-time human’s brains out.

The strands of fungus began to stretch out around the Infected’s hand. The signal had been sent. Within minutes, hordes of Infected would descend upon the State House.

Joel exhaled, realizing what he’d done and ran to the building’s door. He could hear the distant snarling and choking of the Infected. Whatever pitiful amount of time they’d possessed had just gotten slashed in half.

“How many?” Tess asked calmly.

“All of them,” he reported, “Maybe a minute.”

Y/n took a shaky breath and raised her gun to Tess’ head. Joel was quick to aim his rifle at her head.

“Don’t you fuckin-“

“Do you want me to do it?” Y/n ignored Joel, locking eyes with Tess. It wasn’t an act of anger, it was an act of mercy. She was trying to save what was left of Tess’ life.

Tess shook her head, taking stock of her surroundings and rushing around the room. She tipped over barrels of gasoline and crates of grenades, letting them spill across the floor. Twenty years of sin and her last act was to save. This was Tess Servoupolis. Not her reputation, not who she’d been forced to become to survive…her.

Joel watched, heartbreak etched in each line of his face. He wanted to scream, to cry, to punch, but time had numbed his emotions enough to be able to keep it all inside.

Tess finally came to face Joel, keeping a foot of space between them. She couldn’t handle watching the man she loved move away from her like she was…what she was.

Y/n backed up to stand with Ellie, feeling like they were intruding on an intimate moment.

“Joel…” Tess said his name one last time, knowing just how much weight the words she was about to say carried, “Save who you can save.”

He was holding so much back, so many things he wanted to say, even just to touch her one last time. His grief overwhelmed him, for both women he wasn’t able to save. But if he couldn’t heed Tess’ final wish, he’d never be able to look himself in the mirror again.

Joel took one last look at her, the two of them committing each other’s gaze to memory, and Joel turned on his heel, grabbing Ellie and dragging her away.

“No!” Ellie yelled, hitting Joel’s arm to try and break his grip, “We’re not leaving her! Get off me, you fucker!”

Y/n, let them pass, standing firmly planted in front of Tess. She wanted to say something, but nothing rivaled the weight of the moment. She wanted to thank her for her sacrifice, tell her how sorry she was that she was about to what was to come…something to let her feel some sort of compassion before she lost herself entirely.

“I-“

“Protect her,” Tess urged, staring straight past the Joel and Y/n’s resentment and into her soul, “Protect him.”

Y/n’s breath shook as she considered what Tess was asking of her. She wanted to know the man she loved would live to see the days she wouldn’t. Y/n couldn’t fault her that, it was so easy to care about Joel. If Tess was a better woman than Y/n and had earned that devotion he showered upon a select number of people, she would feel the same devotion to him till death.

Y/n wanted to run in the opposite direction, but she wasn’t so heartless that she wouldn’t obey Tess’ last request. She nodded, pouring out her condolences through her pained stare, and took off the same way that Joel and Ellie had.

Leaving Tess to die.

She found them outside, Ellie still fighting Joel tooth and nail. Y/n pressed her hands to Ellie’s back and urged her forward, running alongside them in a desparate effort to escape the tidal wave of Infected encroaching.

They’d put a safe amount of distance between them and the State House when the building exploded.

Joel wrenched Ellie forward to shield her, letting him and Y/n take the heat of the blast. They drew their guns, waiting for a stray Infected to pass through the violent flames, but none came. Tess had succeeded.

The three of them stayed perfectly still, except for their heaving chests, watching the fire consume the State House. Twenty years ago, Joel would have allowed himself to break down. He would have let his knees hit the dirt, his fists ball and his grief would have spilled out of him as if he was made of it.

Twenty years ago, he could feel whatever he wanted. But to survive, you had to bury your desires with the dead. Joel knew that better than anyone.

And so, skipping the eulogy and going straight for repression, Joel lowered his rifle and walked away.

Y/n, who wasn’t as hardened as her ex-love, could no longer keep her tears at bay. She crouched down in the dirt, pressing her hands to her lips in a praying position, and allowed a silent rain stream down her cheeks. Losing anyone was awful, but losing someone who wanted redemption, who wanted to atone for their sins and leave the world better than they’d found it…that was tragic. Tess had sacrificed herself to save them, to save Ellie, to save a future she could only hope came to pass. Perhaps Joel couldn’t mourn her, Y/n knew his grief was the match that lit his whole being ablaze, but she could. She would.

Ellie stood beside her, tears filling her once-innocent eyes. Her naivety had always been on life support, but it was fading with every minute she spent outside the Wall.

Deciding her momentary memorial would have to serve as enough for Tess, Y/n got to her feet and wiped her eyes. “Come on,” she whispered, her voice strained as she put a hand to Ellie’s back. She led them down the dirt, following Joel’s ghostly silhouette…

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An Unexpected Match VIII

Pt. 1 Pt.9

DBF/DILF Miguel O’Hara x female reader

Summary: It’s the day of the holiday party at your parent’s house…😱

No mature warning in this chapter.

Can’t believe I got another chapter out so fast! Pray that I keep up with this pace!🙏

I apologize for any grammar mistakes I missed!

Enjoy!🥰

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You scanned through the various clothes on the rack, trying to tone out the Christmas music playing over the speakers mixed with the various chatter of other people around you. You smiled when you spotted a beautiful spring dress you thought would be perfect for Gabi.

After buying it you walked over to the women's clothing where Stephanie was looking through skirts.

"Find anything cute?" You say as you look over the clothing rack.

"Sadly not." She pouted as she joined you on the other side as you both began to walk through the store.

"Do you have everything on your list?"

"One last thing. I've gotten everyone's gift. Just finished getting all of Miguel's and I just have one left for Gabi. It's this popular doll. It's from this new movie. This is the third store I've gone to to try and find it. I asked Miguel but he's had no luck either.

"You guys are such cute parents. I love it. Can't wait to earn the title Auntie Stephanie."

"Cute. I forgot to ask you this after the last barbecue, but did you tell Jack about me and Miguel? It's ok if you did, I know it's hard to keep secrets from someone your in a relationship with."

"Girl, I would never reveal a secret like that. Though Jack might be my boyfriend you are my bestie. But Jack did come to me and asked if I knew anything. He said he noticed the way Miguel looks at you. He said to me, 'he looks at her like she is the light of his life. The only person in the room.'"

"Do u think it's really noticeable to everyone?" You bit your lower lip as you give her a worried look.

"Nah, you know Jack is really good at reading people. You would know if everybody in the neighborhood knew." Stephanie chuckled.

"True." You chuckled along with her. "Miguel and I are going to say we're a couple at the holiday party tonight." You added. Your words made  Stephanie stop, grasping your forearm as she looked at you wide eyed.

"No way! I'm both nervous and excited for you. You think your parents will take it ok?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I know my mom would be thrilled that I'm in a serious relationship again. But i know she'll be upset that I lied plus I know my dad and her might not take it well since Miguel is closer in age to them than me. Now that I think about it. They're not going to take it well. What do you think?" You looked at Stephanie with hopeful eyes but they switch to worry when you saw her shake her head.

You arrive to the toy section of the store eyes widening when you see the vast amount of people grabbing things left and right.

"Shit. Ok. Steph, you know what I'm looking for, you go this way and I'll go the other. See you on the other end."

"If we make it out alive." Stephanie says before you split up.

You search almost every section from top to bottom. As you begin to lose hope you smile seeing at the end of the last aisle was the doll Gabi wanted. As you you were nearing the shelf two other people grabbed the last one at the same time. You huff in frustration as you knew you had no chance of getting it now.

"Omg is that Oprah in the shoe department?" Yelled Stephanie making the two people drop the toy and rush over followed by a few other victims who heard her. You chuckle as you pick up the toy from the ground. "My savior."

"That's what I'm here for." She gently bumped your shoulder with hers as you both laughed.

After you bought the toy you and Stephanie left the overly crowded store.

You headed back to your car, driving back to your neighborhood, saying goodbye to Stephanie as you dropped her off and Jack's apartment before you drove back to Miguel's house, parking your car in the garage. Surprisingly, no one has seen you park your car in Miguel's garage. If they have maybe they thought you were going to babysit Gabi, like you did at the beginning before your relationship with Miguel.

You entered the house as a smile lands on your face as you see Gabi running to you with her red holiday dress, with no socks and her hair all messy.

"Hi baby bug. What's happening here." You chuckle as you set your bags down as you kneel down to her height.

"Papa was helping me get dress for the holiday party at your parents house. But when I heard you come home I ran down to see you." You lift her up in your arms as you walk into the living room where you see Miguel in black dress pants and nice button up black shirt with a few buttons undone. On one side of his shoulders were Gabi's tiny socks and in one of his hands her shoes, so small compared to him.

"There's the little runaway princess and my beautiful queen." Miguel whispered the last part to you as he gave you a sweet kiss to your lips before you handed Gabi into his arms.

"No, I want y/n to help me get dress." Gabi pouted as she reached out back to you.

"But princesa, y/n needs to start getting ready." Miguel argued, but you smiled as you reached out and held her again. "It's ok. I'll help you finish putting your socks and shoes on."

"Can you do my hair in that pretty braid?"

"I think I have a good idea of what hairstyle I should do." You smile as you lead her upstairs to her bathroom followed by Miguel who went back to your bedroom to finish getting ready.

You sit her on her stool in front of the bathroom mirror as you help brush her hair. As you begin to style her hair by braiding some of her front parts before tying it in the back. You then grab your curling iron as you give her ends some curl plus some strands in the front. You then ask her to cover her eyes as you lightly put hair spray in her hair to keep its shape.

“All done.”

“Wow! I love it! Thank you.” Gabi smiles as you help her off the stool before having her sit on her bed in her room so you could help get her socks on.

When you finally were able to get her last shoe on Miguel knocked on the door frame. “How it going?” He smiled as he entered the room.

“She’s all ready and looks beautiful.” You smile at Gabi as she looks back at you with a bigger smile.

“You look lovely princesa. Now let’s let y/n get ready.” Said Miguel as his hand rested on your lower back.

“Wait, can I ask a question?” Asked Gabi.

“What is it Baby bug?” You brows furrow looking at Miguel, as he gave you the same expression when you both saw Gabi become nervous and shy.

“What’s wrong mija?” You and Miguel sat on both sides of Gabi to try and comfort her.

“When I was at the kid center when we went camping, I told all my friends that y/n was my mom.” Gabi looks at Miguel before looking at you as she hugs her face against you before she added, “Can I call you mom?” Though her voice was barely above a whisper both you and Miguel heard her as you both look at each other, eyes wide.

Your heart swelled so big that it was hard for you to not shed a few tears. You look back to Miguel who gives you a wide loving smile. Maybe it was your imagination but you saw his eyes become glossy as if he was trying hard to hide his tears.

“Gabi, I would be honored if you called me mom. I’ve always loved you as my daughter. My little baby bug. You’ve made me the happiest woman in the world.” You smiled as you wiped away a tear.

“Yay! I love you Mama.” Gabi hugged you again beyond happy.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” You hug her back.

After letting you hug her a bit longer Miguel speaks, “Let’s let Mama get dressed now for the party, Gabi.” Both you and Miguel’s smiles widen when he said it.

“Kk.” Gabi let go of you as you and Miguel walked out of her room and to your shared bedroom.

When you both entered Miguel picked you up as he twirled you around before holding the back of your head as he passionately captured your lips with his. When your lips parted he placed his forehead against yours as you both couldn’t stop smiling.

“I love so much Mamita.” Miguel said as he kissed away your joyous tears before kissing you one more time on the lips.

“I love you so much too Papi.” You say which Miguel’s eyes widen slightly, your smile widening as you see his cheeks slightly turn red before you looked at his eyes, clouded with lust.

As the door was already closed Miguel picked you up and tossed you on to the bed, as you let out joyous giggle as he got on top you fluttering you with butterfly kisses across your face and neck.

After taking a bit longer from your quick rendezvous with Miguel you were finally ready as you head downstairs where Miguel sat on the couch as he watched Gabi draw with her crayons on the table. As you walked down the stairs Miguel looked up as he stood up and joined you at the bottom of the steps, pulling you against him.

“Wow, Mama you look so beautiful!” Gabi said as she got up from her table and ran over to you.

“She does look really beautiful.” Said Miguel as he leaned down and kissed your cheek, knowing your red lipstick would rub on to his lips, not that either of you’d mind if it weren’t for the event your were going to.

You took a deep breath as you try to calm you rising nerves about tonight. Miguel noticed right away as he took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before kissing your knuckles.

“Everything will be ok tonight. No matter the reaction, always remember the home that loves you the most.” Miguel said as you looked at him before looking at Gabi gazing up at you with a big smile. You look back up to him as you take in a another deep breath before saying, “you’re right. I guess I should head over. I’ll see you both in a bit.” You leave Miguel’s hold as you blow them both a kiss before leaving the house and walking over to your parents.

Back in Miguel’s house:

“Papa, why aren’t we going with Mama?” Asked Gabi as she sat back in her place at the living room table coloring.

“You remember that Mama and Papa’s relationship is a secret, because we don’t know how others will react when they find out?”

“Yeah.”

“Well Mama is going over there to help her parents with set up for the party and make sure they are happy as Mama and I are going to tell them later tonight that we are together.”

“Yay!”

Back to you at your parent’s house:

You open the door to your parents house, embraced with the various smells of food.

“Y/n?” Yelled your mom from the kitchen.

“Yes, it’s me.” You say as you hang up your coat before walking into the kitchen to see your brothers, dad, Stephanie and your mom all helping out with food preparation.

“Hi honey. You look gorgeous!” Said your mother as she set down the spoon she was stirring in the pot before coming over to hug you.

“Hey mom, thanks. Sorry I was a bit late. Is there anything I can help with?”

“Everything is pretty much done but you can help bring the good to the dining room table.” Said your father as he finished preparing the salad.

“Ok cool.” You say as you grab a dish and bring it to the dinning room. Everyone from the kitchen followed, bringing a dish with them.

“Hey, Mom, dad?” They both look at you with a smile, waiting for you to continue. “I wanted to ask what you both thought if I was in a relationship…” you pause as you glance at Stephanie and Jack and then to Liam who was the only one who sent you a confused look. Getting the hint the couple walked back to the kitchen, Liam lagging behind wanting to know your conversation before Stephanie came back rolled her eyes as she tugged Liam out of the room by his arm.

“As I was saying, what would you guys think if I said I was in a new relationship?”

“That would be marvelous sweetheart!” Said your mother.

“Of course we would be happy for you.” Added your father.

“Would your thoughts change if I said he was slightly older than me?”

“Of course our thoughts wouldn’t change. Its always better to date a mature man.” Said your mother as your father nodded in agreement.

You smiled relieved to here their approval. Well, at least for the first part of the plan you and Miguel came up with this morning in bed for how you both were going to tell your parents of your relationship.

“How long has this relationship with this new guy been going on for?” Asked your father.

“Four and half to about 5 months.” Not including the weekend together two years ago. You left that part out.

“Right after your break up with Tyler? That’s fast sweetie.” Said your mother.

“Well, a rebound after Tyler turned into a date, then a bunch more before we became official.” You slightly lied, knowing full well sex with Miguel that night 5 months ago wasn’t a rebound after breaking up with your ex, but a night where you and Miguel were finally able to show the person you care for how much you love them.

“Oh, I see. That’s nice.” Said your mother with a small smile before returning back to the kitchen. You internally winced when you saw her reaction to your response.

Luckily your parents couldn’t push further as neighbors started to enter your the house for the holiday party.

After there was quite a few people throughout the house, making it busy Miguel walked in with Gabi.

Your parents headed over to greet the O’Hara’s as you tagged along.

“Hey Miguel. How’ve you been man? Haven’t seen you around much lately.” Said your father ash he greeted Miguel with a very light slap to his back.

“Just been extremely busy at work lately.”

“I’m hoping y/n as been able to help you.” Said your mom as she greeted Miguel with a welcoming hug.

“Yeah, she has.” Miguel looked at you as you both tried to not laugh from your mother’s oblivious words.

You and Miguel gave each other a greeting hug, still trying to make sure to not look too familiar with each other.

“Hi Gabi.” You say as you kneel down to hug her as she happily returns it. “Hi Mama.” Gabi whispered so only you could hear as she tried to hide her giggle. You smiled down at her as you brushed a stray strand of her hair from her face, secretly telling her you heard her. You stand back to your full height as you, Miguel and your parents begin to catch up with each other as you and Miguel still stayed pretending that you didn’t live with each other, and didn’t know what the other had been doing.

Watching from the corner of the room were the same brown eyes as before, glaring between you and Miguel and then down to Gabi as you helped fix her hair again. The stranger took a sip of their drink before setting it down on a side table before making their way over to you two as you were conversing with your parents.

"Long time no see, Miguel."

You, your parents, and Miguel look to the woman standing before you. Your brows furrow as you glance up at Miguel to see his eyes widen.

"Sofia? What are you doing here?"

The woman leaned down as she looked at Gabi who tucked herself between you and Miguel.

Sofia looked back up at you and Miguel, smirking before her eyes went back to Gabi. "Well obviously, I've come to see my precious daughter."

"Miguel?" You look at him as he returns your gaze before looking back at the woman with a glare.

"This is Sofia Grassi." Miguel looks at you and your parents before gazing down at his daughter who looks up at him then back at the strange woman,

"Gabi, this is your mother."

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[worldlxvlys]

this isn’t based on any texts with dwb!chris but i was wondering if u could write a fic abt dwb!chris teaching the reader how to juggle cause she doesn’t know how. maybe make it rly fluffy nd shit, like maybe she cries cause she’s frustrated she can’t do it (i would sob i literally can’t juggle) and chris comforts her and maybe cuddles at the end?

obv it’s ok if not <3 xx

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i watched as Chris skillfully passed the oranges from one hand to the other, while one was thrown in the air and he caught it without effort. he does it so seamlessly, as though it’s a skill that everyone is born knowing how to do.

“can you show me how?” i asked, a sweet smile forming on my face.

“i can try, i’ve never really had to teach anyone”

he stopped juggling and stood behind me, putting his arms around mine. this man is going to be the death of me.

“relax baby” he whispered into my ear, running his hands along my shoulders.

he helped me position my arms properly, pushing my elbows in.

“let’s just start with two oranges” he said as placed the third one down.

“just focus on passing them back and forth” following his instructions, i threw the round objects back and forth between my two hands.

right, left, catch, catch.

i continued to go through the motions a few more times, waiting for the next step.

“good, keep your elbows tucked in” i moved my elbows in.

“ok, now we can try adding the other in”

“now do the same thing, but before the second orange comes down you add in an extra throw “ i watched as he demonstrated again.

right, left, right, catch.

i watched him do it, but my brain couldn’t process it.

“wait, what? ” i asked, now confused.

he then demonstrated again, but i was still lost.

“here, just try it” he said as handed me the oranges.

i attempted to do exactly as he said, but could never get it right.

“this is so fucking stupid, why is this so complicated” i said, starting to get annoyed.

“hey it’s alright ma, no one gets it on their first try, just give it some time” he said as he rubbed my shoulders.

i tried, and tried but i couldn’t get the rhythm down.

“fuck! this shouldn’t be so god damn hard!” i exclaimed, feeling tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

“baby, it’s ok. we can try again another time” chris said, picking up on how upset i was getting.

“i feel so fucking stupid, this should be simple” i said as i looked up at him, tears starting to fall from my eyes.

“and i don’t know why i’m crying! i’m not upset, i’m pissed!” i said, getting frustrated.

he took the oranges from me and wrapped his arms around me, resting his head on top of mine.

“it’s ok baby, i got you. you’re not stupid, there are plenty of people who can’t even do the first step of juggling and you aced it”

“that’s a damn lie chris, anyone could toss oranges back and forth” i looked up at him, laughing through the tears.

“hmm maybe, but it cheered you up!” he said with a growing smile, wiping my tears away.

“i guess”

“listen, if you never want to juggle again you don’t have to. i doubt anyone will hold you at gunpoint and tell you to juggle for your life” this sent us both into fits of giggles, making us both laugh even harder at the sound of the other’s laughter.

“you probably just jinxed me”

“i don’t think so ma”

we both stopped laughing, staring at each other with wide grins. i gave him a quick peck, making his smile even wider.

“ok forget the juggling, can we just cuddle? ”

“always ma” he said as he led me to the couch. we both flopped down onto it, and he wrapped his arms around me sticking his nose into the crook of my neck.

“you’re perfect, baby. never change.”

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hope y’all like <333

i never realized how hard it is to describe juggling, especially when you don’t know how lmaooo

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[zorrasucia]

Promptober 7. Orgasm Control

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SydCarmy (The Bear FX)

Rating: Explicit (1.1k)

Tags: Smut, Porn with a little Plot, Edging, Sub!Carmy, SoftDom!Syd, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Baby's First Sydcarmy Smut Pls Be Nice :)

"Syd, please," Carmy buried his sweaty face in the crook of her neck, breathing hard. He was clenching his fists on the bed sheets underneath them.

Syd caressed the hair on his nape. "Shhh," she soothed. "I know, I know."

Her hand went from simply holding his cock to pumping him lightly, barely any pressure, but it made him whine with how sensitive and hard he was.

"Fuck," he started pressing kisses on her neck. "I'll be better. Fuck. I'll be good for you."

"Yeah?" Syd asked dryly, tilting her head to let him keep on kissing her. "I don't know, Carm... Sometimes I think you get off on it. Being an asshole. And then you drive me home and ask me to make you beg for it... Like, how do I know you're not doing it on purpose?"

"I'm not," he said, his big eyes pleading. "It sometimes- fuck- it gets too much and I lose it. I'm trying. I promise."

Syd nodded, pressing a little harder, going a little faster, making him groan into her shoulder.

"And this is your fucked up way to say you're sorry?" it sounded more as a statement with Syd's flat delivery. 

She knew it was. They had been here before. And she would never say it out loud but she liked these apologies way better than him doing the sign for sorry in the kitchen and then forgetting about it. This was real. He had to grovel and atone and it made her feel so powerful... They were both pretty fucked up when it came to it.

"Mhmm," he nodded on her shoulder, messing his hair even further. "I'll do anything, Syd. I'll even go home without cumming just- Please."

"Hey, I'm a hard ass but I'm not cruel, Carm," she chuckled, rubbing his back, keeping the rhythm of her hand steady.

He shook his head. "I was so shitty today," he let out a moan and something in Syd's belly stirred.

"Yeah, you were," she said, adding a little turn on the upstroke that made Carmy shake with pleasure. "Losing your temper, screaming at everyone... Pretty embarrassing..."

"I'll be better. I promise," he let out a shaky exhale as he looked down, her hand was gliding easily with how much precum he was leaking.

"Yeah?"

"Yes, Syd, I'll be so good," he panted.

He was close, squeezing on the mattress to stop himself from fucking into her hand.

Syd let go of his cock completely and went to squeeze his thigh instead, trying not to enjoy his pathetic whine too much.

"How? How will you be good, Carm?" she asked, controlling her voice to hide just how flustered she was.

Carmy took deep breaths, squeezing his eyes, just trying to think. "I'll, uh, I-"

"Take your time, baby," she said, kissing his forehead.

"I'll, uh, I'll go back to the way we were labeling produce before," he blurted out. "Only the date was fine, we don't need the hour thing."

"Okay," Syd grinned, soothing the skin of his thigh. "There's probably more pressing stuff but I agree."

"I'll stop picking fights with Richie. I'll let you run the expo," he said quickly, starting to think clearly.

"I like that," Syd said, arching her neck again when Carmy leaned over to kiss it. "Anything else?" she asked breathily.

"I'll eat you out."

"Ha! That's cheating."

"I will, though," Carmy teased and after a pause of just kissing Syd's skin he added: "And I will apologize."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Syd's hand went back to his cock, pumping steadily, watching Carmy become a mess from her touch alone.

"Shit. Please," his voice was hoarse.

"You've been so patient," she cooed. “So good.”

“Yes,” he nodded frantically. Her hand pressed a little harder. “Please don’t stop.”

"I won’t. I think you deserve good things, Carm,” she said honestly. “You deserve to feel good.”

“Thank you,” he let out a long exhale. Feeling how close he was, he searched for Syd’s eyes, pressing their foreheads together. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Syd.”

“I know you are, Carm,” she replied softly, her thumb rubbing on his slit. “You can cum, baby."

“Fuck!”

He came, shaking and panting, every messy thrust of his hips against her hand followed by a low moan. 

Syd watched him fall on the bed, breathing heavily, eyes closed in complete bliss, sweaty and undone, and she smiled fondly. She loved those few minutes after he just released when she could just stare at him, relaxed and unburdened, exhausted and beautiful.

Eventually, he opened his eyes. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. She handed him a water bottle and he drank eagerly. While he recovered, she carefully wiped her hand and his chest with a wet cloth. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” she said primly.

“I meant it,” he said suddenly.

They fell in a comfortable silence as his breathing went back to normal.

Syd tilted her head. “About you being sorry? I know. We’ve talked about it, Carm. That’s the whole-”

“No, no, uh,” he interrupted her and sat up. Then he leaned in to kiss her lips.

She gasped. He had never done that. Not on her lips. And especially not after they were done. 

“What are you-?” she mumbled before surrendering into a second, more lingering kiss. She cupped his face, following him when he fell back on the mattress.

“I meant that I’ll eat you out,” he whispered against her lips. “If you want me to.”

“Fuck, Carmy,” her eyes were wide and her mouth was agape. She pulled on his lower lip with her thumb - he kissed it. “I do. I want you to.”

He helped her out of her jeans, marveling at how wet she already was. 

“You were getting off on this,” he realized.

Syd grinned. “Every time. As soon as you left, I would touch myself, fuck my fingers,” she confessed, her tongue loose now that Carmy’s was deep inside her pussy.

“Shit,” he exhaled on her clit and made her shiver.

“Just-” Syd carded her fingers through his hair, tugging a little so he’d look up. “No funny business.”

“What do you mean?” Carmy asked, his fingers teasing her while he was talking.

“I don’t want to beg for it. I actually, really want to cum,” she explained. “Not all of us are freaks that want to be psychosexually tortured in our free time.”

Carmy laughed - a big laugh that made Syd melt a little inside.

“You enjoyed doing the torturing - that seems pretty freaky to me,” he teased. Before she could come up with a retort, he pushed his middle finger inside her, making her moan and arch her back. “But no. I would never. I actually, really want you to cum too, Syd,” he said and buried his face between her legs.

[mattyriddlegf]

The Stupid Closet (4)

happy Sunday everyone!! here's chapter 4 (also a little bit long), I hope you enjoy!

Comment to be added to tag list as always :)

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You walk back to the Slytherin house, Theo sitting on his bed, shaking his leg with his head down. He looks up when he hears the door open.

“Hey” You say quietly.

“Hi.” Theo responds, clearly still pissed.

“You know you didn’t have to hit him.” You say sitting on your knees in front of him.

“I know but-”

“Theo. You know that we tease each other. We always have. And I know you want to protect me but it’s just Mattheo.” You explain. You didn’t want your boyfriend and his best friend to fight over you.

“You know I’ll never let anyone hurt you, right?” Theo says, looking up into your eyes.

“I know.”

“I’m still pissed at Mattheo though, he had no right talking to you about that.” He shakes his head.

“Hey, he’s your best friend. Cut him some slack, ok?” You peck him on the lips before standing up, “I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Alright, see you later” Theo watches you as you shut the door behind you. 

You turn to start walking to your dorm, running into Mattheo in the process.

“Shit sorry” You say backing away, mattheo holding your arms so you don’t fall backwards.

“No need to be sorry” Mattheo smirks, still holding your arms. You maintain eye contact for a moment, getting lost in his eyes, before coming to your senses, “Goodnight”.

You walk around him as he whispers, “Goodnight” back to you. You walk straight to your room without looking back because you were nervous about what you would do if you did. You could feel Mattheo’s eyes on you though as he opened his door and walked in.

You walk in your dark room, Pansy already asleep in her bed. You go to the bathroom to wash off your mascara and brush your teeth. As you look in the mirror, your mind starts to wander.

You had no idea what was happening between you and Mattheo but whatever it was, it was getting intense. You and him had shared two kisses now and you could still feel them, remember them like they were still happening. Why couldn’t you still feel Theo’s kiss?

After you finish, you change into a t-shirt and flannel shorts, jumping into bed. Today had been long and grueling and you desperately needed sleep. You were just hoping that a certain somebody would occupy your dreams.

You wake up, your alarm clock showing 5:15 am. Great. Not only did you wake up early but you had dreamt about Mattheo. The wrong somebody. There was no way you were going to get any sleep now.

You get up and walk over to the windowsill, sitting in it. Mattheo was invading your mind and it seemed to be constant as of late. This was bad. This was really bad.

You like Theo and you didn’t want to hurt him. Especially not with his best friend. The only way was to avoid Mattheo altogether. No run-ins with him, no group activities, nothing. You had to stay away because if you didn’t, you knew it would all blow up in your face.

You stayed there for a while, just thinking, before finally yawning. You could barely keep your eyes open so you lay back down in your bed. You don’t remember falling asleep after that.

Later that morning, you wake up again to Pansy shuffling through her chest.

“What are you looking for?” You mutter out, still half asleep.

“You know that black tank top that I love? I can’t find it” She stands up and goes over to her closet.

“You wore it to that house party a few weeks ago, remember?” You say standing up.

Pansy looks in her clean, but ‘not put away’ laundry basket. She finds the top and takes a deep breath, “Thank God”

“Why what’s going on?” You ask.

“The group is doing some kind of brunch picnic thing…Theo didn’t tell you?” Pansy asks as she changes in the bathroom.

“No…” You trail off. “Is Mattheo going?”

“Uh I think so, at least he said he was.” Pansy comes out dressed.

Great. There was no way you could go to this picnic. Not without being by Mattheo.

“You coming?” Pansy asks as she slips on her shoes.

“Yeah, I’ll catch up later. I just have to shower first.” You exclaim. You had to figure out a way to skip out on this brunch.

“Ok, well I’ll see you later then” Pansy says as she heads for the door.

“Let Theo know I’ll be down in a bit” You add before she shuts the door. After she leaves, you lay on your stomach on your bed, trying to think of an excuse. Nothing was coming to mind, so you decided that you would actually have to get ready and go.

You start the water for your shower, waiting for the water to heat up a bit before you undress and step in. You leave the bathroom door open, it makes you feel more safe somehow.

—-------

“Mattheo, can you please go back and get them for me?” Pansy whines. She had left her sunglasses back in her dorm. 

“Why do I have to?” Mattheo rolls his eyes.

“Because Draco and Theo are getting the food. Pleaseee” She begs.

“Fine” He stands up, rolling his eyes once again.

“Thank you, they’re on the bathroom counter!” She smiles right before he flips her off, walking back to her dorm.

Mattheo walks up to Pansy’s dorm, opening the door with the key she gave him. As soon as he walked in, he heard water running, looking over to the bathroom door. The door was wide open, Mattheo seeing your silhouette in the curtain. He lingers, just watching you, completely forgetting about Pansy’s sunglasses.

He clears his throat, startling you. You whip your head around the curtain, “Mattheo! Oh my God!” You grab the towel off the rack next to you, wrapping it around your body as you step out, the water still running.

“Hi,” He says, smirking.

“What’re you doing up here?” You stand holding the towel up.

“Oh uh…” He grabs the sunglasses, holding them up, “Pansy asked me to grab these for her” He then sticks them in his back pocket so they’re out of the way.

You stand there, squirming. Mattheo has seen you naked multiple times now.

“You don’t have to hide from me.” He walks up closer to you, standing only inches away.

You look up to him, still holding your towel, “I’m not.”

After staring at you for a few moments, “I’m sorry I interrupted…” Mattheo trails off, smirking as he looks you up and down.

“No you’re not” You smirk back. You knew the game he was playing and you didn’t even mind…in fact, you wanted to play too, “Your nose doesn’t look too bad” You add. It was just a little bruised.

“Only thanks to you fixing me up last night” You tilt your head, biting your bottom lip without realizing, “Don’t do that” Mattheo adds.

“Do what?” You breathe out, you could feel Mattheo’s heat, being so close to him.

“That.” He touches your lip, you opening your mouth just a bit as he does.

“I should get dressed” You say but stay still. 

“Or…” He proposes.

“Or not…” You say. You look between his eyes for a second before he pulls you in for a kiss. 

You wrap your hands in his hair, letting your towel drop to the ground, not even caring.

The kiss intensifies, Mattheo wrapping his arms around your waist, exploring your back with his hands.

“Mattheo…” You get out in between kisses.

“Yeah…” He replies as he kisses you.

“We shouldn’t…”You breathe out as he pulls away, still holding you.

“Right.” He looks you up and down, taking a moment to look at your entire body, “Theo is a lucky man”

“Matty…” You say, shifting your weight. You grab his cheek, his brown puppy eyes looking at you, “It’s just that I’m with Theo and-”

“You don’t have to finish. I know you’re with Theo.” Mattheo lets go of your body stepping backwards, creating space. Space you didn’t want to be there, “it’s killing me” he adds softly.

You didn’t know how to respond, just staring at him, towel still laying on the floor, the water still running. Mattheo flexes his jaw, and smiles lightly, looking at your body one more time before leaving, shutting your dorm door behind him and leaving you alone standing there.

You couldn’t help but feel like what had started out as flirty, has turned into something more. This Mattheo, you really liked him. But you also liked Theo too, and that is who you were with. That’s all that mattered.

You get dressed and head down to the picnic, Mattheo sitting across from you in the big circle you all were in. Theo was quite handsy today, keeping his hand on your thigh. Every once in a while, you would glance over to Mattheo, him looking back at you every single time. 

“Draco, can we study sometime this week for the potions test?” You ask. Draco had always been your study buddy, him being just ahead of you in your class. 

“Sure, Snape is making it impossible” Draco scoffs. As much as he adored Snape, potions was not his favorite subject. And it wasn’t yours either so that made the class a little bit harder for you both.

“There’s a test this week?” Theo asks. Theo was incredibly smart and always has been but he didn’t apply himself in school. He passed by with decent grades just because he was lucky to be intelligent.

“How did you not know that.” Mattheo chimes in, looking up at us. He poses it more as an insult than a question. You watch him as he looks at you quickly and back at Theo.

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t care”

“Well maybe you should pay more attention to your girlfriend, she’s obviously the smart one” Mattheo adds, seemingly annoyed. Those two never spoke to each other like this before this year and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Theo.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear, trying to get him to calm down. He looks at you before looking back at Mattheo, clenching his jaw, “Unbelievable.” Theo gets up and storms off, leaving the rest of the group in silence.

“That was awkward…” Pansy blurts out. Sometimes Pansy doesn’t know when to keep things to herself, that being one of them.

“What crawled up your ass?” Blaise asks Mattheo.

“Nothing, he’s just a fucking idiot sometimes. He doesn’t appreciate what he has.” He looks at you for a moment before getting up and leaving.

“Woah” Pansy says. The four of you, not including Daphne, finish eating, hanging around to talk for a bit before you pack up and start heading back to the Slytherin house.

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✷ SECOND INTERLUDE OF THE TAMING OF THE HEARTBREAKER

━━━━━  PREVIOUS & NEXT !

in which... Y/N's invitation to the Miami GP means trouble !

AS THE HALL & OATES' SONG GOES: "Watch out, boys, she'll chew you up." Because, if there's one thing we know, it's that putting Y/N L/N and 20 conventionally attractive men in the same place is never a good idea. 

Yet, that is precisely what's going to happen in a few days at the Miami International Autodrome. The actress, who will play the iconic Barbie in Greta Gerwig's adaptation, has been invited by Ray-Ban to the Miami Grand Prix on May 8.

The news was announced on Ferrari’s TikTok account⏤which the eyewear brand sponsors⏤and has since then sparked numerous reactions. While these vary, one common thread stands out: the fear of havoc. Admittedly, L/N turns heads and sows discord wherever she goes. 

Formula One is already a chaotic world, adding Y/N L/N and her shenanigans to the mix would only make it worse. 

Since her list of actors waiting to be seduced is dwindling, this event presents itself as a bargain for the Academy Award-winning actress, who will only have to draw someone from 20 options to be her next prey. 

If the possibilities are considerably reduced by one small element to consider⏤the WAGs⏤L/N has shown before that she is not above immorality when it comes to getting her way. Her affair with Harry Styles, even though he was rumoured to be in a relationship with Olivia Wilde at the time, is formal proof of this. 

Hide your men, ladies, because The Heartbreaker is in town and ready to pounce!

✷ SEE ALSO ON LOVE CLUB... !

Y/N L/N named the highest-paid actress of 2021 by Forbes

"Name a more iconic character? You can't" Y/N on being cast as Barbie for Greta Gerwig's movie

Is Harry Styles cheating on Olivia Wilde with Y/N L/N?

Of course, all eyes are now on the two Ferrari drivers, with whom L/N will spend most of her time (common sponsor dictates), and more particularly on Charles Leclerc, who is single.

It has been almost a month since the woman was last seen with anyone. A record! She's probably more determined than ever to get her hands on some fresh meat, and what better than a handsome, muscular driver who can speak French? We all know L/N's soft spot for the language of love. Her interviews remind us of it enough. So do her many French conquests.

We just hope that the actress' famous bedroom eyes will not trouble the Monegasque and make him lose his race. The fans of Il Predestinato would not react kindly to this.

He is, after all, one of the current favourites for the championship.

In any case, no matter what happens over the weekend, the outcome is bound to be interesting. Because, while her actions are open to criticism, Y/N L/N's impact is undeniable.

The woman is already the talk of the paddock and she hasn’t even set foot on it yet.

FILED UNDER #Y/NL/N #F1 #ACTORS #SPORTS #MIAMI #DATING

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Anonymous 15 minutes ago

It's already a miracle that she hasn't tried to fuck football players yet, if she could keep this up with F1 it would be great.

Anonymous 38 minutes ago

I will never understand why celebrities who have nothing to do with F1 and probably don't give a shit about it either are invited to all GP. It's ridiculous.

Anonymous 51 minutes ago

There's something about Y/N that I just hate. It's physical at this point. I can only stand her in movies. Probably because she doesn't act like herself in those...

Anonymous 1 hour ago

No, but I swear she really has a libido problem. This is the only explanation. She must be a nymphomaniac. Or just a whore. Or both.

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Two in the Bush 4

Part 3

Steve was spiraling and only Robin and a tub of peanut butter chocolate ice cream was keeping him from completely going down the drain.

“Tell me there’s something out there that cools my loins.”

“That’s what suppressants are for”, Robin said. “Or a water gun filled with ice water.”

“No and nope”, Steve wagged a spoon at her. “I’m serious! They almost had me with the crib. The one thing I never EVER wanna be is someone who’s still screwing around with their baby daddies.”

“So you’re declaring celibacy?”

“No I’m…I’m still gonna screw around just-”

“Not with the father of your child?”

“It’s tacky, Robs.”

“Your brain is a maze that I do not want to traverse. But basically, you’re saying you don’t want to fall for them and you need reminders why not.”

“Yes! Thank you!”

Robin scooped some ice cream into her mouth and then took out some paper and a pencil. She wrote Eddie and Billy’s names on top and then drew a line down the middle. Then she slid it across the kitchen table to Steve.

“Here, a cons and cons list.”

He tilted his head. “Isn’t it supposed to be pros and cons?”

“You’re supposed to be reminding yourself why you don’t wanna bond with either of them. Not convincing yourself the opposite.”

Steve stuck his spoon into the bucket and got to writing. There were a million reasons why neither alpha could be trusted for child-rearing. No matter how hot and sexy they were, that fact remained. So Steve spent the next few scoops jotting down everything wrong and bad and unattractive about Billy and Eddie and there was quite a bit.

Steve honestly wasn’t even planning on telling them about the list but then Billy had to call him and ask him out for drinks.

“I’m pregnant.”

“No one said anything about alcohol.”

“You and I have literally never gone drinking without alcohol.” And half the time they’d gotten shit-faced but Steve wasn’t going to add that.

“Come on, let’s go out. You know you want to. The smoothie place down the street from you. I’ll be waiting.”

And before Billy could hang up and have the last word, Steve rushed out. “FinebutI’minvitingEddie!” Then HE hung up.

About half an hour later, Steve walked into the establishment with Eddie in tow, who had one hell of a shit-eating grin. Steve rolled his eyes as he sat down at the table Billy was at. It was bright and peppy in the smoothie shop. A different setting from the bar Billy worked in or the car shop Eddie was employed by.

“You know, we don’t have to do everything as a trio”, Billy said.

“This coming from the guy who tried to start a threesome after delivering my crib”, Steve griped.

“Which you were totally into”, Billy shot back.

“I’m so glad you started with that because I feel less bad about giving you both this.” Steve laid the list out before getting up to order himself a smoothie. By the time he got back, both alphas looked like they wanted to riot.

“I don’t take care of my hair? You really put that as a con?”, Eddie looked close to ripping up the paper.

Steve shrugged. “My baby’s gonna have good hair and it needs to be taken care of.”

“You didn’t mention how well I take care of my hair”, Billy said, leaning back in his seat.

“This is a con list, not a pro list”, Steve said. “And as you can see, there’s a lot there.”

“You put ‘daddy issues’ and ‘hasn’t talked to dad in years’. That’s the same thing”, Eddie slammed the paper down.

“You put daddy issues for me too”, Billy pointed out. “And this is starting to feel like a glass houses situation.”

“There is a spectrum of daddy issues and at least I’ve seen mine in the past year”, Steve said. “And it’s totally fine that you haven’t Billy”, he added quickly before the other could retort.

“Okay but ‘hasn’t worked anywhere longer than a year’ feels like it can go under ‘daddy issues’.”

“It also feels like that shouldn’t matter, I don’t know”, Eddie added. “So long as you’re employed.”

“Look. You guys wanted tangible, air-tight evidence for why you shouldn’t be fathers and I wrote it all down.” Steve took a long sip, daring them to challenge it.

“You gotta know by now this won’t work, right?”, Eddie grinned.

“We’ll see”, Steve said, taking another sip. “But for now. I don’t care to get a call from either of you, booty or otherwise, until you start working on yourselves.”

With that last word, Steve got up and walked out, feeling their eyes on him the whole time. Eddie nearly twisted his body to do so and when he turned back around to Billy, he saw that he’d been caught. Obviously.

“I was uh-”

“Hey, no shame. He’s the one who said ‘booty’ of course we’re gonna look.”

Eddie cleared his throat and looked down at the list again. “So we’re crossing everything off this, agreed?”

“Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.”

“Alright, I gotta ask. What exactly is your stake in all of this?”, Eddie asked. Billy had helped with the crib, but he didn’t seem particularly excited about the prospect of having a kid.

Billy shrugged. “Steve was dead on about one of these things. My dad’s a fucking asshole and the fact I haven’t seen him in years is better for his health. ‘Cause I’m gonna kill him the next time I see him.”

…. “Okay, I’m starting to get why Stevie doesn’t want you near his pup.”

“If it’s mine, I wanna do right by it”, Billy finally admitted. “You?”

Eddie fiddled with the paper and sighed. “I really, really like Steve. And my dad wasn’t the best either. If I can break the cycle, then Steve’s the one I wanna break it with.”

“Then we’re agreed.”

“Operation: Make Steve Eat His Own Words is a-go!”

Part 5

[burning-sol]

Because I'm a loser I'm going over this piece of controversy because if it catches on here I will lose my mind. This controversy surrounds @ jinxontherocks and Charlie Slimecicle. All the following screenshots were taken the same day as typing, and I made this post with what may be incomplete information. DO NOT HARASS ANYONE INVOLVED!! Regardless of who you're contacting, regardless of your intentions, DON'T contact anyone shown here.. ANYONE!!

Jinx's Instagram lists their pronouns as she/they/he, please don't misgender her: https://www.instagram.com/jinxultraviolet

CW this shit is about RPF and MCYT NSFW (pornographic content of Minecraft Youtubers' characters and they themselves), there are screenshots showing censored posts of it and there is a brief mention of rape amongst them.

The tweet that started off my little investigation and is causing outrage..

https://twitter.com/shubluvr/status/1799909241404129604

Something I noticed as I was adding alt txt.. I don't know anything about Jinx or how she assigns "Close Friends" on his Instagram, but basically users can assign someone as a "Close Friend" and you can then post stories only ppl within that group can see. If Jinx is the kind of person who hands out this status to anyone they know, this isn't a big deal, but if this person was close to Jinx I want you to keep in mind the possibility that this is potentially a violation of Jinx's boundaries. If this person knew Jinx closely, they could have talked to her in private, but instead they chose to make this a public affair. At best this could have been something the anonymous person genuinely thought was the moral thing to do, or this person could at worst be straight up an emotionally abusive person who shared these photos as a way to egg on Jinx's "downfall" or something similar. Again, this is only POTENTIALLY, but you need to be critical of who is sourcing your information and what their intentions are.

So the screenshots do prove Jinx knows Charlie and has been interacting with him and maybe (MAYBE) even dating him.. Which!! I just wanna clarify before you ask, I searched this up, Charlie and Grace broke up. Jinx and Charlie are both in their early to mid twenties. Aside from this controversy, there is really nothing to say abt them that isn't just, "mind your own business".

https://twitter.com/insidetheslime/status/1770617006364262832

So why is this an issue? What's with the controversy? Let's check out that first quote tweet.

https://twitter.com/shubluvr/status/1793371199449547014

The claim is that Jinx, possibly, willingly engaged with someone who posted MCYT porn. Which the user states, "it wasn't my intention to present the examples of what that person posted as if u liked them" but then proceeds to reiterate again that "u have to go out of ur way to find an acc like that." so which is it? That's a rhetorical question, we know which it is because if it was the former people wouldn't be so mad. But at least we know where these initial claims came from so let me scroll back and see what this user had initially posted as proof.

Here's the thread.

https://twitter.com/shubluvr/status/1790861709218828459

The archive page linked: https://archive.md/g8xOX

So yes, this does prove Jinx followed an account that posted NSFW of Charlie (RPF) and Charlie's characters (MCYT). However, just following someone isn't necessarily proof you've seen the full extent of their content. So let's finally circle back around to Jinx's tweet in response to this (something that was quote tweeted earlier) and discuss why I have such an issue with this entire controversy. Time to crack open the point of this entire post.

https://twitter.com/jinxontherocks/status/1793353847437701538

Hi everyone, apologises for taking a few days to address this as I've been logged off of twitter for my own mental health and due to the constant harassment and death threats that I have been receiving. Recently, there was a thread posted on me showing how I was following someone who created NSFW art of some content creators, specifically Charlie who I'm friends with. I absolutely condemn this kind of boundary-breaking NSFW art of content creators, and would never willingly follow or interact with an account that I knew created art like this. I am only semi-active on Twitter, especially on my 18+ account, and I was shocked and upset to discover I was following an account like this at the same time everyone else did. Because this account is now deactivated, I'm not sure what I originally followed them for, but it was likely COD or puppy girl art. I've privated my NSFW account as well because I'm not comfortable with a bunch of people who are likely minors in the community scrolling through it. Because people are making some gross assumptions as well I want to clarify that I met Charlie IRL, and had no idea who he or his friends were at all or as content creators before meeting them. We met naturally, became friends, and still are. Throughout this past week I've received an insane amount of harassment and threats, and have seen tons of misinformation spread about me and the whole situation so I definitely felt a need to clarify everything. I knew essentially nothing at all abt this acc or any of their callouts or whatnot, that just wasn't the sphere of cc I was in at any point, and while I post semi frequently on here, I'm not very interactive with content beyond my mutuals. Likely gonna retcon that going forward and look more into who I'm following before I do. Also pointing out that a lot of the sc's included in this thread or others are being presented as or shown as if they were from my likes? They were not, straight up not. Just gonna clear that up now. Lastly, please do not harass the creator of the thread or anyone else involved in this situation please. Please be kind y'all, and good day!

Quick note, if behind the scenes Jinx had immediately gotten harassment and death threats after the conception of that thread, THAT'S why Jinx was suddenly "stalking" leaktwt. Like of course Jinx is going to find the source of a bunch of people who are telling her he sucks and (possibly) telling him to kill themselves. Someone becoming conscious of their own controversy very quickly after it's conception isn't an abnormal thing.

So basically, I felt like I was going bananas because I'm going through replies trying to see if there's more evidence but there's nothing really condemning Jinx that strongly. You have evidence they followed someone who posts RPF NSFW, SHE confirmed she'd followed the acc that posted RPF NSFW.. But do they condone it? Did he see it? WHERE is your evidence?? WHY are you all so convinced she condones RPF NSFW? Well I stumbled across this brilliant series of screenshots someone added that's making me lose my marbles.

https://twitter.com/4ngelcicle/status/1793729694577332396

artist: im genuinely baffled if anyone believes rhis like i cannot emphasize how much i only posted on that acc to post porn 😭 other user: she only followed you this april right? like after she meet charlie? artist: yess like only a few days to a week before the thread was made? im so confused how she couldve found me in the first place let alone follow me because ,, i only post abt charie my bio is nsfwrpf and my pfp was bsd and banner was fnaf? nothing to warrant her following me?

artist: uhmmm she followed me few days to a week before the first thread was made? i dont remember but i got the notification when she followed me on her very public acc? i didnt realize it was jinx tho so i just let her follow me? when i stalked her acc she just seemed like a normal nsfw acc without any nsfwrpf even in her likes. thats it in regards to interacting with me but its also strange how she even found me in the first place? my account is sightly inactive so it wasnt like i was tweeting something funny or even spamming the tl to regard being followed? anytime i posted on the public acc it was about porn because thats what the account is for 😭 so idek how she found my acc in the firstplace cuz i also censor everything?? but thats all i know xP artist: u already know most of it but yk

artist: omg ugh artist: literally the only things i posted on that acc ever was cc nsfw artist: if it was unrelated i would post it on my priv

My jaw DROPPED when I saw this. I wanna hone in on this one tidbit that you may have glossed over, "when i stalked her acc she just seemed like a normal nsfw acc without any nsfwrpf even in her likes. thats it in regards to interacting with me".. So that's it. THAT'S IT. Even the artist in question only has proof he followed them, not that there was any tangible interactions to prove she saw the RPF content. And also, "my bio is nsfwrpf and my pfp was bsd and banner was fnaf? nothing to warrant her following me?" So it is 100% possible that he had only seen the artist's pfp, banner, the words "RPF" but not the problematic content in question.. And here's a relevant reply from Jinx on the fact the artist had RPF in their bio-

https://twitter.com/jinxontherocks/status/1793370260885918108

So we actually need to talk about how exactly social media works, because for some reason nobody is bringing this up despite USING Twitter and KNOWING what Twitter feeds look like.

If you have ever been on a Twitter For You page (I'm checking mine now) you will know that the feed isn't strictly curated based on your following, Twitter has an algorithm that'll put posts on your feed based on different factors. When I go to mine, my feed isn't strictly people I follow (in fact it's barely people I follow), it's not chronological, and I don't know if this is still a feature but I distinctly remember times where I got shown posts that were LIKED by someone or RETWEETED by someone- So again, your feed can show you a lot of varying things that you're either only somewhat adjacent to or something that's not anything you're remotely interested in. So basically, you cannot know exactly what someone's feed looks like unless a person hand you their phone and you scroll through it. You can make ESTIMATES of what you thing someone's feed will look like, but, again, you can only know exactly what someone's feed looks like if you're able to scroll through it.

This is to say that it's 100% possible at some point Jinx came across a post from the account on their feed, didn't see it anything RPF related in the post or on their immediate page (assuming they clicked on the profile because you can follow people without going to their profile), and followed them. And even if they posted RPF the rest of the time, there is no way to know what % of Jinx's feed it would have been present on.. Which! Btw, is also influenced by if Jinx even frequents the For You page at ALL.. Which, Jinx claims he's not super active on Twitter, so that lines up perfectly with her explanation.

(And before you say something about it, we don't have access to the NSFW account because it got deactivated, but I personally doubt that the user literally only posted NSFW of RPF and MCYT. Most NSFW accs I've seen in my time always have even the slightest amount of variety.. So it's not to say it's not possible, but I think the artists' words are likely an exaggeration. That's the assumption this point is functioning under.)

Plus, remember what I mentioned about people liking or retweeting posts? It's kind of a whole point of social media that posts spread in chains, and it's 100% possible for posts from obscure or problematic people to reach normal people in the right circumstances. Again, this is just.. This is just how Twitter works?? How social media works?? And I feel like I'm insane sitting here typing out how posts actually end up on your feeds and reminding people what an algorithm is and that some people just AREN'T as online as you.

And I'm not saying all this to say that I am 100% sure that Jinx is innocent because I don't KNOW, and that's the POINT. You can't KNOW what Jinx has seen and what she hasn't unless you have proof of him interacting DIRECTLY with something.. And follows don't count because I know PLENTY of people (including myself at times) who don't vet the people they follow, and follow people from a post they've seen on their feed instead of their profile. The artist THEMSELF said, as I will highlight again, "when i stalked her acc she just seemed like a normal nsfw acc without any nsfwrpf even in her likes. thats it in regards to interacting with me"..

All the evidence I've seen as of typing this is heresay, and unless all these people can present some substantial evidence that actually SAYS what they WANT it to say, I'm going to believe that Jinx made an honest mistake.

There's probably some other arguments I could make to prove my point, but I've been so thorough with everything I've been typing for literal hours just covering this. So I just wanna get at something that REALLY pisses me off about Twitter and I don't want to fucking see.

STOP calling people complicit in someone else's behaviour just because they're close to them. You are very potentially blaming VICTIMS THEMSELVES and I'm so fucking done with this.

Some people are saying Charlie is condoning this behaviour and it is DISGUSTING because can you actually take a step back and think about what you're saying?? Maybe Charlie does know, maybe he's into some freak shit, IDK, but I think it's WAY more likely Charlie didn't. The chances are far more likely that, if the allegations here are true, Charlie's boundaries were VIOLATED and HE'S the victim here. Though we can't really know because (I can't stress it enough) we don't KNOW what's happened behind the scenes. Charlie liked the tweet jinx made..

Which could mean several things. Maybe! The allegations aren't true, and Charlie is showing support for her. Maybe! The allegations were true, but they've quietly resolved the situation behind the scenes. Maybe! The allegations were true, and Jinx LIED to Charlie so he believes her.

(And yeah, I am implying these allegations could be true and I STILL think Jinx should be given some leniency based on if they've changed their mind on the morality of that content and have apologised in private to Charlie.. Because life is weird and people are weird and people change. Like IDK, again, maybe Charlie into that freak shit. What are you gonna do if a guy likes NSFW being drawn of himself? Complain to HIM about what his boundaries should be?)

You don't KNOW, you CAN'T know. I will state this over and OVER, YOU DON'T KNOW. Don't harass Jinx over things you don't know are true. If you don't like him after hearing these allegations? You're allowed to! It's fine! Block them and move on. But DON'T pretend that's the same as having evidence, because from what I've seen, you don't.

And I got very heated in that last bit so I just wanna say, I've spent all my time (again, these past few hours) writing this post. I don't know if Tumblr knows about this or is already talking about this, but this is my thorough take on the situation. I just hope it clears up some things because I would really fucking hate if it caught on and everyone starts spread (potential) misinformation and ruining someone's life for literally no reason.

[rollinouttahere-writes]

could I have a dark chocolate number 7 with Nico Robin?. Thank you

I just had to get the Robin request I had done today since it's her birthday

Yandere Robin x GN!Reader

1k words

Prompt:

I’ll be right back, I have to go take care of something.

Robin adores these moments.

Being able to enjoy a quiet moment without fear is a gift in and of itself. Being able to do so in your company? Priceless. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The Thousand Sunny was currently docked at a new island, and you two decided to spend some precious downtime at a local cafe after checking out a bookstore. Both of you were silently enjoying each other’s company while reading your respective finds. Words weren’t necessary during times like these. 

Nothing could ruin this.

The door to the cafe chimed as a new customer walked in. Instinctively, Robin spared a glance to see who it was. Such vigilance was a force of habit at this point in her life, one she doubted would go away anytime soon, if ever. Her grip on the book tightened when she noticed who it was.

She hadn’t caught the pest’s name yet, and frankly she didn’t care to. She had encountered him at the aforementioned bookstore when he decided that you were simply the most attractive person he’d ever seen- the one thing they could agree on- and incessantly hit on you until you two were able to sneak out a side door when he wasn’t looking. 

Was it a coincidence that he came here too, or was he now adding stalking to his list of undesirable traits?

Robin’s stiff demeanor managed to catch your attention, “Is everything alright, you look- Oh.” Your eyes followed her own and spotted the problem. You abruptly lifted your book so that it was covering your face, “Maybe if we keep our heads down he won’t see us.”

“Oh hey, fancy seeing you here!”

Shit. So much for your idea.

The nuisance confidently strolled up to the table, zeroing in on you while ignoring Robin. You cringed away as he sidled right up to you; not quite invading your personal space yet, but not far off from doing so either. 

“Yeah, what a coincidence,” you said flatly, not looking away from your book.

Undeterred by your response, he keeps talking, “How about I join you? We can finish-”

“Don’t, just leave.” If you were going to be too polite to tell this prick off, then Robin would take the reins. She had no problem telling some creep that can’t take a hint to piss off. The man gawked at her, taken aback to be getting told off. Robin continued, “They couldn’t be more obviously disinterested in you, get over yourself.”

“I didn’t ask you, I don’t care what you think.” He was positively seething, a vein in his forehead throbbed out.

“She’s right.” His head whipped back to you as you spoke up. “I’m with her. I’m not interested in getting to know you.”

The pest looked so mad that Robin was readying herself to defend you in case he lashed out. After a tense pause, his arm shot out and knocked your books off the table and then he immediately turned to run away from the situation like a coward. But not before spitting out a few absolutely vile words in your direction.

Robin was not about to let that slide. She stood up so harshly that her chair almost toppled over from the force, “I’ll be right back, I have to go take care of something.” 

She started to pursue him, but was stopped by a hand pulling on her skirt. You were on the floor picking up your fallen books and gave her a pleading look, “Don’t. He isn’t worth the effort, just let it go. I’m fine, really.”

Nothing about what just happened was “fine”. Robin herself had a thick skin and didn’t let anything she deemed important get to her. This was important. No one was allowed to treat or speak to you that way. Unfortunately, it seemed you disagreed with that sentiment. Every time she put someone in their place in your honor you would try to stop her and insist that she was being too extreme.

She wanted to go after him… but she also didn’t want to upset you. With a heavy sigh to settle her nerves, she knelt down to help you pick up the rest of your books, “You’re right. He doesn’t matter.” The relief on your face was palpable, and Robin cherished the sweet smile that graced your face after.

Now that the annoying scene was done and over with, both of you settled back into your respective seats to resume as you were before. While you happily dug back into your book, Robin reopened her own. She wasn’t reading it, however.

Using her devil fruit, she spawned eyes around the building. It didn’t take long to find that piece of shit who had dared to impose upon you. He was still close to the building, kicking over some boxes in an alleyway. Robin couldn’t hear what was being said, but with how much his lips were flapping she doubted it was anything she wanted to be aware of.

It would seem his little temper tantrum wore him out. He leaned against the wall of the building, running a hand through his hair as his chest heaved from anger and exertion. A smirk tugged at Robin’s lips when the man began to panic as several arms came out of the wall and grabbed him. A hand clamped over his mouth to keep him from calling for help as two more hands gripped his head. 

A satisfying snap could be felt as she violently twisted his head to one side. He fell limp to the filthy ground of the alley like the despicable trash he was. Robin pulled a tarp over him so as to avoid you potentially spotting him on the way back to the Thousand Sunny. It would be a shame to upset you when you were having such a nice day together up to this point.

Content that the problem was taken care of, Robin dismissed her extra appendages and refocused on the present. You were casually sipping from your drink while turning the page of your book, not having an inkling as to what just transpired outside.

Robin smiled, then properly began reading her own. Today was just perfect.

[fairyofshampgyu]

Now live! Stream: 2

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, reader masturbates, use of vibrator

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 1.4k

“You got partnered up with that fuckboy?” Your friend, Chaewon asked as you both sat in one of the eating areas on campus.

“Uh huh.”

“I thought you said your professor only gives it to the best students?”

“Yeah that’s what I was thinking too. Surely he’s not amazing or anything. I mean just look at him!”

Both of you turn to the glass windows, watching him from outside, a group of people were gathered around and gushing at him as he played basketball with a bunch of other sweaty dudes. He had a black tank top on and one of those headbands to stop the sweat from getting on his eyebrows.He looked like a basketball player you thought. He was pretty lanky, considering the people he was playing with were abnormally short for the average height of a male.

“He looks so…so-just dumb and incapable! He’s late to class a lot and sometimes he doesn’t even show up!” You exclaim, frustrated.

“You know, I heard he knocked someone up once. And he was a real asshole about it too! He like forced them to get an abortion or something. I bet he’s got a bazillion stds too.”Chaewon returns to face you instead of the window, slurping her drink with a straw.

“I would not fuck him even if I was getting paid.” You say, also turning your gaze back to your friend.

“Did you talk to him after your professor told you?”

“No I didn’t.”

“Shouldn’t you go and get his number then if you’re gonna be working with him? Go now whilst he’s right there!”

“But he’s playing a game! And loads of people are there!”

“Just go now! He’s literally right there!”

You groan but begrudgingly get off your seat, walking out and towards where he’s playing.

Unsure of how to get his attention, you cluelessly step right into the middle of the court. All eyes now focusing on you instead and the game abruptly stopping. Shit. Are you dumb? Why didn’t you just wait until after the game? That’s another embarrassing thing you’ve done that Chaewon will probably add to the list she made of you. You can see her face staring at you from the window, looking at you as if she was going burst any moment laughing. Well, she was the one who told you to go. She probably didn’t mean walk right in the middle of the game though.

Beomgyu knits his brows and slowly walks to you, ball in hand as he was just about to shoot.

“Do you need help…?” He asks.

“Uhh I never got you number.” You state. What were you supposed to say?

“Woah take me out first, damn.” Beomgyu chuckles and winks at you, a series of fox whistles erupt.

“The fuck?” That guy can’t be serious. “We’re working on the concert performance together. Remember?”

“Yeah, yeah. Give me your phone.”

And so you hand your phone over to him and he inserts his number in, adding his contact name and changing it to ‘Gyu💘🥰😈🥵’ with a series of questionable emojis.

You immediately change it to ‘Choi Beomgyu.’ once given your phone back.

‘I’ll message you when we can meet up to discuss initial plans.” You say, walking away.

“I’m done actually so we can just do it now.” He grabs a towel, wiping away the sweat, shaking his shaggy hair and then putting the towel around his neck.

Now that you come to think of it, Angel313 had a similar hairstyle. The wolfcut must be pretty popular these days.

“Okay.”

You head to the library, sitting down in the zone where you’re allowed to chat. Beomgyu looks around at the surroundings, seemingly perplexed. Had he ever even stepped foot in the library before? Or any library, matter of fact. You wouldn’t be the slightest unfazed or surprised if he hadn’t.

You sigh and clear your throat. “So…we’ve both been chosen to organise the Christmas performance. Let’s start off with what days we’re free and what days we’re not free.”

“I can’t do Thursday evenings.” He finally speaks up. He wasn’t very talkative with you whilst making your way to the library together, making it quite painfully awkward.

You’re actually pretty glad with that. Now you won’t miss any of Angel313’s streams!

“Oh Same. How come you aren’t?” You ask, curious.

It seems to catch him off guard, “Uh…I work then…”

“Only on Thursday evenings?” It seemed like an odd time.

“Yeah. Why aren’t you free then?” He tried to switch the attention off him.

“I…I go to see my family then.” You can’t really say you watch your favourite camboy at that time now could you? Still, you could’ve chosen a better excuse than that.

“You go to see your family every Thursday night?” He squints his eyes at you. It was a really shitty excuse actually. Couldn’t you have thought of anything else?

“Yes.” You clear your throat, “Anyway, what days can you do?”

“Tuesdays and Fridays are good for me. What about you?”

“That’s good for me too actually. Do you want to meet up tomorrow then? Morning?”

“Yeah sure.”

“In the mean time think of a few good Christmas songs we can arrange. I’ll think of some too.”

“Yep.” There’s a buzz from his phone and he picks it up, checking it and then quickly getting up. “Well I’ve gotta go. See ya around, y/n. He smirks and winks at you before leaving and you return it with a frown.

He’s definitely a strange guy. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to produce something good with him. He’s a bit of an airhead.

There’s a ping that comes from your phone as well:

@Angel313 is going live in: 1 hour!

You nearly forgot! You better get home quickly then.

There Angel is, clad with his pink and white thigh highs again, mask covering his face and his belly piercing in view.

“Hey guys! How have you guys been doing?” He waves at the camera. And his inbox goes crazy with responses.

“How am i doing? Pretty good. I’m going to get pretty busy soon” same, you thought. “It’s a little bit stressful but it’s okay! We’ll wait a little longer for people and then I’ll start.”

He takes out a pink vibrator and then holds it to the tip of his dick, turning the setting up and his body immediately jolts in response. He whimpers and keeps the vibrator there, not adding or doing anything else to stimulate himself but it seems to still do the job as his legs trembled from time to time and he moaned and breathed out erratically to it. He was really sensitive.

Seeing his plush thighs on display made you want to dig your nails into them and leave hickeys all over. And you grabbed two of your fingers, circling them around your clit and then inserting them in your pussy, fucking yourself as you watched Angel.

@iluvsubs123: Play with your pretty tits for us, pretty boy

One user types in.

“You guys want me to play with my tits?” He asks, looking at the chat and pretty much everyone says yes. So he does, bringing his hand up to play with his nipples, pinching them and rubbing his thumb over the brown buds and he closes his eyes with the added stimulation.

Another user tells him to put the setting up more for the vibrator and Angel does. Soon enough, his thighs are slightly trembling and he moans at the high setting of the vibe on the tip of his dick and the stimulation of his nipples, stumbling on his words, saying he’s nearly going to cum.

You pick up the pace of you fucking yourself at the sight and when he arches his back up and squeezes his thighs together, loudly whining, you cum at the same time he does. His cum, pooling on his stomach and he keeps his shaking legs squeezed shut together, still whimpering and whining, breathing out and his hips bucking into the air. He keeps the vibe still there for a bit, whimpering at the overstimulation.

Floods of donations come in like they usually do at the end of the stream as well as lots and lots of praise for him and he stays to chat for a little bit.

“Oh and what are you guy’s favourite Christmas songs by the way? What are some good Christmas songs? Kinda need it for a project.”

Having already researched some Christmas songs you thought would suit the music performance, you typed a few suggestions for him and so did a lot of others.

He says his thank you’s and the stream ends once again for the week.

A/n: let’s see if the picture gets flagged again 💀 (it did.) Also I still don’t properly know how reader finds out beomgyu is the camboy but we’ll see 🤷‍♀️ Also yes, I am aware Christmas has already passed 💀 but who knows how long this will take to finish. It could be Christmas in this for a long time 😭

Please actually reblog and comment if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 👎😭

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Far Away

Pairing- Hongjoong x Named Reader

Word count- 4.4k

Includes- Based on the song Far Away by Nickelback, Angst, couple fight, Joong is a jerk but then he makes up for it, sex, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Hongjoong POV

"What do you want from me Joanne?", I snap, "I have to go on tour! I can't opt out because you want to whine about it"

I don't have time for this

She showed up at my studio, wanting to talk, taking me away from my work

I don't have time

She glares at me, tears in her eyes, "You haven't been home at all in the last two years, Hongjoong. You've been on tour after tour, traveling for other events and even when you are here, you're locked in your studio. You sleep at the dorm, never coming home. I never see you"

"I have to work!", I shout, so upset she's bringing this shit up again, "What do you want me to do?"

"I miss you Hongjoong! Don't you fucking get it?", she yells, "I love you and I miss you. I'm always alone! I want to see my boyfriend! Spent time with you! Why is that so hard for you to do? You don't have to be at your studio every second of every day!"

"You knew", I snarl, "You knew what it would be like being with an idol. I told you. I told you all the schedules, the things I'd have to do, that I wouldn't have much time. I told you it wouldn't be a normal relationship and you agreed to it"

I never hid anything from her about my career

She knew the ins and outs before agreeing to be with me

I made sure

"You have zero time!", she says, "You used to make time! You used to want to spend time with me. You made sure you took breaks so we could see each other. You used to try! You don't anymore!"

"I'm working", I snap

She shakes her head, "It's like you don't want to see me. I try everything to see you. I offer to come to your studio while you're working, to stay with you so I could be near you. You used to want me here all the time, now you don't. You always tell me no. I ask you to come over after your practices for an hour or two but you say no. You go to the studio right after and don't talk to me for the rest of the night. I'm trying and you're not"

"I'm busy! We're more popular now and I have more work! I have more responsibilities. We're getting ready for a tour, I can't be hanging out with you when I have work to do!"

"What about taking a break?", she says, "You never take a break. And it's not just a break to see me Hongjoong. You're overworking yourself, stressing yourself out and you're going to have a breakdown if you keep going like this"

"And you're not helping!", I explode, "You're here complaining, taking me away from my work, wasting my time!"

She's adding to my stress

How can she not see that?

"I miss you!", she shouts, tears falling down her face, "I fucking miss you! I'm lonely! I haven't seen you in a month! I feel like I don't have a boyfriend anymore!"

"You won't if you don't cut this shit out!", I roar, "You know I will see you when I can. I just can't right now! The album is dropping next week! Then we have two weeks of performances! Then a tour! I don't have time to see you every fucking day!"

"How about any day Hongjoong? How about even face timing me or calling me? I only get short texts from you and nothing else. I don't even know what you're doing or where you are and I can't help you with anything. You used to ask me for help, you know I'd do anything for you, anything to help you"

"What you can do to help is leave me alone!", I yell, "Just leave me alone and let me do what I have to do! Stop whining! Stop trying to guilt trip me! I'll come to you when I'm fucking ready! Just stop!"

She doesn't say anything, just stands there, looking at me while she quietly cries

"Ok", she finally says, "I'll leave you alone Hongjoong"

"Good", I snap

She just nods, coming close to me, kissing my cheek, "I'll see you around"

"Yeah", I answer, as she heads to the door

She opens the door and walks through it

She looks at me and guilt hits me in the chest when I see how utterly heartbroken she is

"I love you Hongjoong. Don't forget that ok?"

Before I can say anything, she closes the door and she's gone

I slam my fist on the table and scream

I do not need this right now

I do not need to feel guilty

She knows my life and if she really doesn't like the time I need for my job she can always break up with me

She didn't so she has to deal with my schedule

I take a breath in, calming myself

Then I put my headphones back on and continue working on the song I need to finish

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

Two months later

Hongjoong POV

I click on her Instagram, opening the picture she posted earlier today

It's of her at the beach

She apparently went with a few of her friends

I didn't know

I'm away on tour and I haven't spoken to her much

Not since we had the fight

I wasn't able to see her after that day and I haven't talked to her on the phone much either

I'm just too busy

I text her though and that's how we've been communicating

That and looking at her Instagram to see what she's doing

She doesn't post much, just a few times when she's been out with her friends

I stare at the picture of her

She's sitting on a beach towel and smiling at the camera

But the smile doesn't reach her eyes

Her eyes look sad

I know it's because she misses me

And I miss her so fucking much

I realized I was so stupid and she was right

I've been a terrible boyfriend

I've neglected her big time, taking for granted that she'll always be there

She's right, I haven't been trying

I used to want to be with her all the time, I used to find ways I could see her, find time to spend with her

And I haven't been doing that, for awhile now

Once we became popular, I just threw myself into work and forgot about her

Always leaving her, never being there for her like I should be

Like she always is for me

I should of been trying to see her, I should of been a better boyfriend, I should of shown her how much I love her, how much she means to me

Because I can't live without her

Everything hit me last week

When I was doing a vlive after a concert

I was reading the message ATINY was sending me

And a comment caught my eye

It said, "I love you so much Joongie. I'm so proud of you baby. Good luck on the rest of the shows. I love you"

I knew it was her

And it completely devastated me that she was writing it on a vlive

That she didn't feel comfortable texting it to me because I made her feel like she didn't matter

I texted her and asked her if she saw the vlive and she said yes

Then I asked if she messaged me on it

She said yes

When I asked why she messaged me on there she said because she didn't think I would read the text message from her

It hit me that she thinks I'm ignoring her

I read all her messages but I do leave her on read alot

I guess she took it to mean I'm ignoring her and not reading her messages

I felt horrible and I decided after the tour I was going to fix everything

Then yesterday happened

Yunho's girlfriend came

She surprised him on the tour and showed up to the hotel

I was so jealous when I saw her run to him, when he picked her up and hugged her

I'm jealous seeing them together, seeing them happy

I found out that Yunho's girlfriend was talking to the guys and they helped her plan when to surprise him

They told her the best time to come, where we were staying and helped her get here

And I wished Joanne was here

I wished she surprised me, wish she came

But she won't

Because I told her to leave me alone

It's no one's fault but my own

I told her I'll decide when to see her

As if I'm the boss

Who the fuck am I to make her wait?

No one, I'm no one, I shouldn't make her wait for anything

I'm definitely not a deserving boyfriend to get anything from her

And I can't say a damn thing because she's giving me what I told her I wanted

She's leaving me alone just like I told her to

Because she'll do anything for me

She told me she would and I'm making her do something that's hurting her

Yunho's girlfriend told me she talked to Joanne before she came, asking her if she wanted to tag along

And Joanne said no

She made up some excuse for not being able to come but I know it's because of what I said to her

And honestly why would she come?

Last time she tried to surprise me I yelled at her

I was so mean to her, taking all my stress out on her, saying such shitty things a boyfriend should never say to his girl

She took it and still told me she loves me

I truly don't deserve her

And I'm ashamed it took me so long to wake up

To realize what I'm doing to her

How much I'm hurting her

And I'm going to fix everything

I made a decision

After tomorrow's concert, I'm going to go get her

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

Three days later

J POV

Laying on my couch, I change the channel on the TV

I don't want to watch a romantic movie

I want to watch something with violence in it

I glance at my phone while I flip through the channels

Nothing

No texts, no calls

Radio silence from him

Tears fill my eyes but I wipe them away

There's no use crying

It won't do anything

It won't bring him here or make him change the way he is

I've tried to accept that Hongjoong just may not love me anymore

As it is he hardly says it

And he sure as hell doesn't show it

I haven't heard from him in three days

Not even a text when that's his chosen form of communication with me

I know he had a show the other day

But I have no idea where he is for the last two days

I should be used to it by now

It's been this way the last two years

Even worse these last two months

Since the huge fight when I tried to surprise him

I didn't expect him to get that angry

I thought he'd be happy I came to see him

I wasn't going to bother him

I just wanted to be in the same room as him, wanted to actually see him instead of always reading texts

But he blew up and I never heard him yell like that or get that angry before

I'm worried that he's stressing himself out too much but I can't do anything to help him because he doesn't want me to

I told him I'd leave him alone and I'm keeping that promise even though it's killing me

It's what he wants

I was so upset when Yunho's girlfriend told me her plan to surprise Yunho

It's something I would have planned for Hongjoong in the early years of our relationship

But I had to say no when she asked me to go with her

Truthfully, I'm scared Hongjoong would get angry and send me back home

My relationship's a mess and honestly I don't even know if I have a boyfriend anymore with the way it's been

I love him and I miss him so much

But he's always so far away

Even when he's here he's far away

I don't want to give up but I don't know what else I can do

I turn my phone off

It's not going to ring anyway

I stop the TV on some superhero movie and toss the remote on the coffee table

Pulling a blanket on me, I lay on a couch pillow, trying to watch the movie and not think about Hongjoong

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"Argg", I whine, waking up to a loud noise

What the fuck is that?

The pounding gets louder, mixing with the ringing of the doorbell

My groggy brain realizes that someone is here

And it sounds like they're trying to break down my door

Making myself sit up, I push the blanket off and rub my eyes

What fucking time is it?

The noise is getting really annoying now

Standing up, I stumble to my door, unlocking it and grabbing the doorknob

"What?", I roar as I swing it open

My heart leaps in my throat as my brain registers what I'm seeing

Hongjoong?

I rub my eyes again to make sure I'm not seeing things

I'm not

He's still there

What is he doing here?

He's on tour, how is he even here?

"Hongjoong?", I ask, so confused

"Jagi", he says softly, stepping in my apartment

He closes the door, locking it then facing me

What is going on?

Is this really happening or am I dreaming?

And panic sets in

"Are you ok? What happened?", I ask anxiously, "Did you get injured on the tour? Is that why you're here? Do you need a surgery or something?"

I remember the times Jongho and Mingi had injuries

They were sent back to Korea to heal

An injury would make sense as to why he's here

He shakes his head, tears filling his eyes

He's crying?

What the fuck dimension did I wake up into?

"Jagi, I'm sorry", he chokes out

What?

He sinks to his knees, his arms moving around my waist, holding me so tightly, his head laying against my stomach as he cries

"I'm sorry Jo"

"Uh...I...I don't...I don't understand", I say

He's acting so differently from how he's been lately

Cold, distant, aloof but now he's hugging me, apologizing and crying

I'm so bewildered

"I love you", he sobs, "I love you so much jagi. I'm so sorry for being such an asshole. I'm so sorry for yelling at you, for telling you to leave me alone. I'm sorry baby"

"I uh...it's...it's ok-", I start

He shakes his head, "It's not ok. I should never yell at you jagi. I shouldn't have said those things to you. I shouldn't have neglected you. I'm sorry for being a terrible boyfriend. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm so sorry"

I move my arms around him, softly running my fingers in his hair to calm him down

I really don't know what to say

It's like all words left my brain

"Please give me another chance Jo. Please. I swear I'll fix everything. I promise I'll never hurt you again baby. Please forgive me Jo. Please forgive me for hurting you, for being away from you. I'll give anything to be with you. Please"

I move him back slightly, kneeling down too, looking in his eyes

I can see regret, sadness, fear swirling in his eyes and I know he's really sorry

And I can forgive him for this

I can forgive him for the fight, the yelling, the months of being away

As long as he keeps his promise, I will forgive him

I wipe the tears from his face, telling him, "I forgive you Joongie. I forgive you for the fight we had, for being away, for everything. I love you, I just want you. I always just wanted you"

He nods, tears still trickling down, "I know jagi. I'm sorry I was such an asshole. I'm sorry I took everything out on you. But I swear, I'm not leaving you anymore Jo. I love you and I'll make everything up to you. I'll never leave you, I'll never give up on us baby. I'll never let you go"

I smile softly, leaning my forehead against his, moving my arm around his neck, his arms around my waist, "I'll never let you go either Joongie"

"Promise?", he asks worriedly, "Promise you'll hold onto me and never let me go?"

I nod, "I promise Joongie. Do you promise?"

"I promise Jo, I swear, I'll hold onto you and never ever let you go. I swear"

"Ok baby", I answer, relieved that I have my Joongie back

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Hongjoong POV

Relief surges in my body as I hold her tightly, so thankful she forgives me and she still wants me

And I swear, I will never be the way I was again

I will never hurt her, never leave her again

"I love you Jo", I whisper, "I love you so much"

"I love you Joongie", she breathes, "My Joongie"

My heart fills with love for her and I pull her closer to me, kissing her

The second her lips are against mine, I feel like I'm where I belong, melting into her

I'm home

When the kiss ends, I stand up, picking her up at the same time

She hugs me tightly, her face buried in my neck and keeping a tight hold on her as I carry her to her room

I lay her in her bed, putting the blanket over her

Then I go to the other side of her bed, take my shoes off then climb into bed next to her

I just want to be near her

I don't care what we do as long as I'm next to her

She comes right into my arms, cuddling into me and I hold her securely, so happy she forgave me

I don't deserve it

I really don't

I deserved a door slam to my face and a 'fuck you, don't come back'

I know how fucking lucky I am to have her

To have her understanding and her love

I'm never being stupid like that again

"Joongie?", she says softly

"Yeah jagi?", I answer, running my fingers in her hair

God, I loved playing with her hair

It's so long and soft and I lived for running my fingers through it

I haven't done it in a stupidly long time

"What's going to happen tomorrow? You have to go back for the tour don't you?"

"Yeah baby", I tell her, "And I want you to come with me"

She moves her head back from my neck, surprise in her eyes when she looks at me, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah jagi", I nod, "I don't want to be so far away from you anymore. I told you I'm not leaving you again and I'm not. I have to go on tour and I want you with me"

"For how long?", she asks

"For all of it"

"All of it?", she gapes

I nod, "I'm serious about not leaving you baby. I want you to come with me whenever I have to go. If I have to leave the country for performances or events, I want you with me"

"But I have to work baby", she says

"You can work while you're with me", I answer

She works from home, a software engineer and she can do that anywhere as long as she has her computer

"I mean yes, but I have to bring all my equipment with me"

"There's room jagi", I assure her, "Do you want to come?"

I hope she says yes

I can't go back without her

I can't

"Yeah Joongie. I want to come. I want to be wherever you are"

I breathe out in relief, "Ok jagi. We can pack all the stuff you need and we can leave tomorrow night ok?"

"Ok", she answers, her fingers softly running along my cheek, "I love you"

"I love you", I tell her

"Kiss me Joongie"

I nod, moving closer, "Always"

Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her deeply, vowing to be the man she deserves and to never hurt her again

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J POV

Opening my eyes slowly, I feel kisses all over my neck, soft caresses down the side of my body

Hongjoong's kisses make me whimper, especially since he's kissing in the spot he knows feels amazing

I move my fingers in his hair, running through the now black strands

He lifts his face up, smiles at me then kisses me so softly

A shiver runs up my spine

Fuck his kisses always have a huge effect on me

He deepens the kiss, his tongue in my mouth

He's still on top of me from when we fell asleep last night after we snuggled and kissed for a long time

I feel his hands on my legs and I move them around him, while I wrap my arms around his body, holding him tightly

I know what he wants and fuck, I want it too

His cock is right there and I move getting his head inside

He whimpers, then begins to move in, slowly filling me up

Once he's all in, he moves in and out, slowly, gently, so blissfully

There's no talking, just his lips on mine, kissing me senseless and our hands roaming and squeezing each other softly, making love

He increases his speed and force just a little, his head right against my spot

Moaning in his mouth, his hands tighten around me as he makes sure he hits my spot over and over, his pelvis rubbing against my clit

The pleasure is so much, it takes over and I kiss him hard as I cum

He moans loudly, his hand gripping my thigh hard, holding it against him

He keeps going, fucking me through my orgasm, and when I finish he still moves, pleasure filling me again

His mouth moves from my mouth to my neck, kissing and licking

"Joongie", I moan

His hand moves up from my thigh to my breast, which he holds up

I feel him kissing his way there, then he finally puts his lips around my nipple and sucks gently

"Hongjoong!", I cry, my body arching up into his

"My baby girl, cum for me. Please jagi", he whispers, his pretty mouth on my nipple as soon as he finishes talking, his hips rolling into me, his cock plunging inside, opening me up over and over

It feels so good

"You feel so good jagi", he murmurs, sucking on my nipple hard, throwing my body into pleasure

His other hand squeezes my other boob, his perfect fingers pinching that nipple

"Hongjoong", I whimper, his next thrust makes me shake, ecstasy all over and I explode on him again

"So good jagi fuck", he whimpers

I can't answer, it feels too incredible that my brain is shutting off

"One more baby. Can you do one more for me?", he pleads

I can, I definitely can

I nod and he smiles, "Ok baby"

His lips kiss me again, his cock continuing to give me so much pleasure

I run my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles move as he does

My hips move, meeting his thrusts, taking in him deeper

"Yes jagi", he moans, leaning his forehead against mine

I keep my arms around his neck, holding onto him hard as we move together, his soft sweaty skin against mine

God, it's such a turn on

I can't stop the throbbing on him as I get closer

He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead on mine, his eyes closed

"Cum with me baby"

"Yeah", I murmur

His breathing gets heavier and I feel his cock throbbing and twitching

It pushes me over and I orgasm, moaning his name and clinging on to him

"Hongjoong, oh Hongjoong"

"Jo, oh god, Joanne, jagi", he moans, coming inside me, his cum warm and filling me up just right

"Mm yeah Joongie, fuck", I groan, moving my arms around his body, holding him tightly

When we finish, he lays his head on my chest and I just hold him, playing with his hair, so happy he's here with me

"What ...time is it baby?", he asks

I glance over at my alarm clock

"Noon"

He nods, cuddling into me, "We can sleep a little more jagi"

"Mmmm ok. But then we have to get up baby. I have to pack"

"Ok jagi", he says sleepily, "I love you"

"I love you Joongie", I tell him, kissing his forehead

He smiles, kisses my chest, the closes his eyes

I smile, closing mine, playing with my Joongie's hair, excited to be going on tour with him

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"Aisle seat", I tell him as we get on the plane

"No window?", he teases, his hand holding mine

"Joongie", I giggle, "You know I can't sit at the window"

It makes me sick sitting there, feeling like I have to throw up

And also I like the aisle so I can go to the bathroom easily

"I know jagi", he laughs, "You need the aisle so you can get up to pee like a million times"

"Oh shush", I laugh, letting him lead me to our seats

Luckily this private plane has two row seating so I can still be next to him

He gets into the window seat and I plop down next to him

His arm is immediately around me and I lean closer, my head on his shoulder

"You didn't tell me where we're going", I ask

"Hmm, Georgia"

"Are you sure?", I tease, as he sounds unsure

"Ah no", he chuckles, "But my manager bought these tickets and he knows where we're going. I trust him"

I laugh, "Well if we get lost, it doesn't matter because I'm with you"

"Yeah jagi", he says, looking at me lovingly, "Nothing matters as long as I'm with you"

We both lean in at the same time, our lips meeting in a sweet loving kiss

The plane begins moving, our kiss breaking

I cuddle into him, saying ,"To Georgia. Or wherever"

"Yeah", he laughs, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair, "I love you"

"I love you Joongie"

He kisses the top of my hair, both of us snuggling as the plane takes off