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supernaturalgirl20 · 2 years ago

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Hello gorgeous. I’m here for a Joel Miller request. 🥰 (I tried to keep this short, sorry about that hehehe).

That first episode of TLOU was everything!!! From the beginning to the end, it was just perfection, but boy did it get me yearning for more and I’m so excited to watch the story unfold.

I’m getting ahead of myself here, but after seeing Pedro look so goddamn fine as Joel Miller, I’m eager to reach the Jackson era of the story, which brings me to ask: pleeeease give me a Post Outbreak Joel teaching F!Reader how to shoot a gun.

It’s been a few weeks into practice already so she has gotten used to handguns, but Joel is taking things up a notch with shotguns/rifles that have more of a kick to them, therefore he needs to stand close and hold the gun with her. Imagine this man standing behind you, his muscular arms just engulfing your body as holds the gun with you!! And with that soft, sexy southern drawl giving instructions and reassurances directly into your ear too? Ohhh, I need to read this! And could you also add smut? 👉👈 🥺

Thank you so much in advance and please take all the time you may want or need, my love. I look forward to reading your Joel Miller stories ❤️❤️❤️.

Chloe my love, I absolutely adore this request 😍😍I always get so nervous when I write Joel for you, ahh ok, I hope you enjoy 😉

Helping Hands

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, guns, post outbreak Joel, mutual pining, cursing.

A/N: my requests are still open for Joel if you want to send one in 🥰

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

The smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted throughout your house as you flipped the eggs on the pan, the small bit of bacon you’d fried already plated and ready for when his knock came.

The mere thought of the man who’d become a friend - albeit a little reluctantly on his part - had butterflies fluttering within your stomach.

Joel had been a little sceptical of you at first. Weary of the fact that you were so quiet and kept mostly to yourself but when Ellie had gotten injured on patrol and was unconscious for two days, his hardened heart had melted a little for you.

You had stepped up bringing her back yours and nursed her back to health, having explained that you had been a nurse before all this started.

He began to trust you after that, coming to you with small injuries or if you needed anything fixing. He had started to collect things for you on patrols too.

Small things at first, mostly medical supplies and whatnot but lately he’s been bringing you things like books, records, things you’d vaguely mentioned you’d liked when you both spent late nights chatting.

Yes, Joel Miller was now someone you’d call a friend, but god did you want it to be so much more than that. You just didn’t think he thought of you in that way. Not after all the loss he’s endured.

Turning off the stove you slide the eggs onto two plates with the bacon. “Somethin’ smells good.” His deep Texan drawl startles you causing you to jump slightly.

“Christ Joel, you could have knocked,” you scold, breathing a little ragged from the scare. He’s leaning against the door, one arm raised slightly above his head, the other tucked into the belt of his jeans and the hint of a smile on his serious face.

His check shirt is pulled taut across his broad shoulders, and you have to clench your thighs together to quell the growing need between them.

You wondered what they would feel like holding you, ravaging you. A heat rises to your cheeks when you realise you’ve been staring and with a shake of your head you quickly turn to the coffee pot and pour him a cup.

“Here,” you say bashfully as you hand him his cup. He stares at you with a quirk of his eyebrow before his gaze drifts to the cup in your hand. “All this for me, darlin’?” He asks, his fingers brushing gently against yours as he takes the cup from you.

“Uh…yeah, I-I just thought I’d give you a little something for all the help you’ve been giving me. It’s nothing much but...” you shrug your shoulders as you grab the plates and place them on the table. You needed a distraction, the ghost of his touch making you tremble a little with anticipation.

“You didn’t have to, darlin’ but I appreciate it all the same.” He moves off the door frame and makes his way to the table where you’ve laid out everything for breakfast.

He freezes when he sees the way you’ve laid it all out and his heart clenches, his mind bringing him back to that day twenty years ago. The day he lost everything.

“I got the bacon from Maria, she said I could….hey,” you say softly as you place your hand on his arm and squeeze gently. Worry is evident in your tone. “You, ok?”

Something flickers through his gaze before he turns to you with a nod. “Yeah, it’s…. it’s nothin. Let’s eat.”

***

The days had gotten warmer but that didn’t seem to matter with the way your body shivered from his heated gaze.

He thought he was being stealthy, but you caught him giving you the once over as you walked down the stairs dressed and ready for shooting practice.

The softness in his gaze was gone the moment you made eye contact and he tilted his head towards the door before turning and leaving you standing staring after him.

Maybe you shouldn’t have cooked him breakfast? You think to yourself as you run to catch up with him. The air between you was thick with tension and you struggled to keep up with him as he walked ahead of you.

The makeshift range Joel had built was empty this early in the day and you were grateful that you’d have his full attention today. He always seemed to help out the few stragglers who struggled to shoot the target. Always thinking of others. Typical Joel.

It’s why you loved him.

Oh god, you were so fucked.

“Alright,” he began as he grabbed his rifle and thrust it into your hands. “I’ve been thinkin’ it’s time we move onto the bigger guns, seeing as you mastered the handgun. What d’ya say?”

“I…uh - yeah sure…if you think I’m ready?” You gulp nervously. He nods, “I think you’re ready darlin’, just don’t shoot me and we’re all good.”

You glare at him for his smart-ass comment, and he raises his eyebrows, daring you to give him your usual sass. Instead, you hold the gun and aim it at the target, completely ignoring him.

You don’t see the way his mouth twitches slightly, a smile threatening to make its way onto his face.

Inhale. Exhale.

Taking two deep breaths you aim the rifle at your target and pull the trigger. Nothing happens. “Ya gotta take the safety off, darlin’. Remember?”

You close your eyes as embarrassment floods your veins. Of course, the fucking safety was on. Stupid, stupid, you think to yourself.

With the safety off, you aim at the target again and shoot. It misses. Of course, it does. And that kickback almost knocked you on your ass.

You sigh frustratedly and begin to aim again but are stopped when Joel comes in close, his warm breath tickling the skin of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs through you.

“Here, let me help before ya hurt yourself,” he teased. You nudge him in the stomach and he grunts, his hand holding his stomach, feigning injury.

He leans closer, his mouth hot on your ear, “was only teasin’ darlin. I know ya can handle a gun. These are a little bigger so…let me show ya how it's done.”

You think he’s going to take it off you and show you how it’s done the right way but you let out a surprised gasp when his hands run down along the curve of your waist and rest on your hips.

You take in a shuddered breath when he pulls you in close, the heat from his body radiating into your back, heating you from the inside out.

With your eyes closed you take in a few quick breaths, silently praying that he can’t feel your heart beating erratically. “Gotta hold it like this,” he whispers as his hand slowly moves to yours, helping you hold the gun correctly. “It’s better like this for the kickback, won’t hurt yourself this way.”

“Ok,” you stutter, unable to concentrate with the feel of his rough hands on yours. “Then you gotta aim. Make sure your legs are spread a little.”

He kicks out your leg with his foot and continues to hold you as you try to remember what he just told you.

Come on Y/N, you’ve got this. Don’t make a show of yourself in front of him.

“It’s alright darlin’, I got you.” He whispers, his face directly beside yours. With him holding you close; his comforting presence gives you the confidence you need to aim and hit the target.

“I did it,” you beamed, turning in his arms and kissing him in your excitement before you realised what you’d done and pulled back quickly.

His eyes are focused on your lips as you apologise. “Joel…. I’m-I’m so sorry I didn’t….”

The words are cut short as he wraps his hand around the back of your neck pulling you close, his lips meeting yours in a searing kiss. The rifle is long forgotten as it hits the floor with a loud clang beside you both.

The kiss is aching and all-consuming as our tongues caressed each other. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. That Joel Miller was kissing you.

His other arm slowly wraps around your waist pulling you impossibly close and you can feel him hard against you.

Pulling away, he rests his head against yours, breathing ragged as he tries to keep a semblance of control over his desire.

“You’ve no idea how badly I wanna fuck you right now, darlin”. He rasps, his hands - which have now moved to your ass - squeezing you hard.

“Really? I thought…I thought you liked me as a friend and nothing more,” you stutter nervously. He grinds himself against you and you can feel how hard he is. “Does that feel like I just wanna be friends”, he asks, voice deep and raspy with desire.

You don’t get the chance to answer though because his mouth is on you again and the kiss grows more heated by the second.

A throat clearing pulls you apart and you both glance up to find Tommy standing there with a sly smile on his face as he takes in your dishevelled state.

“I fucking knew it,” he exclaims cheerfully as he beams over at Joel. “Just friends my ass.”

“Fuck off, Tommy,” Joel growls and you can’t help but laugh at the way the brothers interact. Tommy raises his hands in surrender but that sly smile never leaves his face.

Joel pulls away from you and links his fingers with yours before turning and walking in the direction of his house.

“Will I tell Mrs Jenkins you’ll stop by tomorrow instead to fix that table, seeing as you’re a little busy,” Tommy shouts after you both, but Joel just ignores his brother as he walks with determination.

The minute his front door is closed he pushes you against the wall, mouth on yours as his hands explore the curve of your body. You run your hands up along his back and neck until you reach the soft curls of his hair and he groans when you tug them gently.

“Fuck darlin’, need to be inside you so bad but I’m too damn old to fuck you here. Gotta be in my bed,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.

“Lead the way, Miller.”

***

His room was sparse, with a bed and dresser and some clothes scattered across the floor. It screamed Joel and you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face.

You didn’t get to dwell on it though as he quickly closed the door behind him and pushed you onto the bed.

He stood there staring, his eyes taking in the curve of your body with hunger you’d never seen in him before, and you shuddered.

“Been thinkin’ bout this for far too long, darlin’.” He breaths raggedly, his eyes watching carefully as you begin to remove your clothing.

He gulps and a strangled groan slips past his slightly rough lips as he takes in the sight of you bare, the peak of your nipples pebbling with the cool air.

He quickly shucks off his boots as he climbs up the bed towards you, his body completely covering you. His mouth finds your nipple, pulling it between his teeth and you moan loudly, fingers running through his hair.

A sudden need washed over you. A need to feel him against you. To feel his bare skin against your own as you both seek out that pleasure you’ve wanted for too long.

Your hand moved beneath his shirt, eager to explore the expanse of skin littered with scars with your fingers. Your entire body pulsated with need, and you wanted him to give himself to you, all of himself.

With a shaky breath, you slowly move his shirt up his body but he’s quick to stop you, his hand grasping yours tightly. “What are ya doin’, darlin’?”

“I wanna feel you, Joel. All of you. I know why you like to sleep fully dressed but we’re safe here. I promise. Please?” You plead softly and you can see the war he’s having with himself in his eyes but after a moment he relents.

Pulling the shirt over his shoulders, he tosses it onto the floor and his jeans quickly follow leaving him bare. His hazel eyes stare down at you and there’s a vulnerability behind them.

You reach up wrapping your hand around his neck and you pull him into you, your lips meeting in a searing kiss. His hands grip your hips tight as he nestles himself between your thighs.

You angled your hips, urging him to sink inside you and take what he wanted. Taking himself in his hand, he notches the head of his cock at your entrance and with a roll of his hips, he sinks into your heat.

“Fuck, darlin’. So, god damn tight,” he says with a strangled groan. He begins to move, slowly at first pulling himself almost all the way out before pushing back in.

The sound of your soft whimpers and the sight of you writhing in pleasure beneath him has him losing his goddamn mind. He grabs your leg, throwing it over his hip as he begins to pound into you, the bed groaning with each thrust of his hips.

“Fuck, darlin’…I’m-I’m so close…need ya to…need ya to come first,” he groans into the skin of your neck, his teeth nipping you softly.

“Joel…. oh god I’m gonna….” You gasp as your orgasm pulses through you. He lets out a strangled groan at the feel of your cunt clenching tight around him.

His hips begin to falter and the only sounds he lets out are soft grunts as he nears his release. Pulling out he pumps himself twice before he spurts hot ropes of come all over your stomach.

You reach down, scooping it up with your fingers before sucking them into your mouth. He groans. “Fuck darlin’. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Using his tattered t-shirt to clean you up, he collapses onto the bed beside you pulling you into his chest.

“So…,” you say with a hint of nerves in your voice. “Does this mean we’re more than friends?”

His gaze meets yours and his face is serious as he takes in the features of your face. Your heart sinks a little, a worrisome feeling settling into the pit of your stomach. What if this was just a one-time thing? An itch to scratch?

Suddenly a smile works its way onto his face, and he turns on his side to face you, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek gently in the palm of his hand.

“This means you're my lady, darlin’. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now.” He leans in and kisses you softly, once, twice and when he pulls away, he rests his head against yours.

“You won’t hear me complaining, Miller.” You kiss him again before he nudges you to turn over. He cuddled up behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close.

“Tommy is gonna have a field day with this,” he whispers, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Little shit.”

You giggle and his arm tightens its hold on you. “Get some rest, darlin’. When we wake, I’ll make something to eat.”

“Don’t you wanna get dressed first?” You ask and the movement of his thumb, which had been rubbing circles into the skin of your hip, stalls briefly. “Nah, I think we’re good.” Then, you both drifted off to sleep.

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localcanadiancreature62 · 8 days ago

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Woe,GF fanchildren be upon ye.

Fiddlestan au but Fidds has children from both Stan and Ford. Lemme explain. Fidds ends up creating a robot child out of his and Ford's dna after losing the custody battle with Emma may and Tate,since it devastated him that much which is why instead of going insane with the memory gun he ends up grabbing hair from Ford while he's asleep and creates a robot clone child from their shared dna. He's already starting to use the memory gun at this point as this is after he quit the project and thus he's beginning to become unstable although he's still sane enough to take care of a child so he figured that he should just replace Tate if his ex-wife won't let him have his Tater. Thus,F-1N53AS aka Finneas "Finn" Mcgucket was "born". Meanwhile the Fiddlestan kid was "born" after Fidds ended up helping Stan with the portal and he suddenly decided to make a kid for them too when they got into a relationship n' the con was talking about wanting to have children lately. And so,F-R4NCH3SKA aka Francheska "Fran" Mcgucket-Pines was born. More under the cut cuz the info for this au is Longgg.

Finn acts a lot like Ford,being bright and passionate as well as in love with life. Finn is basically Ford but if he was untouched by the Horrors (Bill,portal,brother issues, etc). He is a very lively and enthusiastic boy,he's also into the sciences/research like Ford but instead of anomalies he studies regular plants and animals as he also has Fidds' anxiety (he's terrified of anomalies and monsters),he wants to be an Ecologist when he grows up as he loves how the animals plants and people work together to create such a wonderful,thriving environment. Finn may be a lot like his genetic templates,but he's also drastically different from them as he's shy quiet to the point of being nonverbal most of the time and also really jumpy as well as anxious 24/7.

Ford and Fidds may be generally introverted,but Finn is withdrawn to the extreme,he doesn't talk to anyone but his dad Fidds as he's otherwise pretty silent,so silent that his father usually doesn't hear him or notice his presence. Meanwhile Fran acts exactly like Stan but worse. She's a little shit bully that always blatantly insults adults and children alike, she's brilliant like her dad Fidds but also a delinquent like her papa Stan which often leads to her using her smarts for pranking people rather than for useful things like world changing inventions,she is feisty spunky and always confident but she's also lowkey feral. feral as in she's batshit insane and always uses her inventions to hurt people such as using her makeshift taser on the unfortunate children that annoy her or making a hyperrealistic spider robot army to scare her teachers. she ended up getting Fidds' pettiness,she commits crimes but at a smaller scale than her papa Stan. she isn't really into the criminal thing except for wanting to get into arms dealing one day,and Fran's specialty is weaponry rather than machinery. she often creates makeshift BB guns death rays and flamethrowers for fun. Also this is called the Mommy Mcgucket au (because Finn thought that since Fidds "gave birth" to him by creating him,he must be his mother after the hillbilly explained the birds and the bees to him when he saw a billboard of a pregnant woman in town. Fidds tried many times to correct him,but the kid's code is faulty and he wouldn't listen so he just let him call him "Mom". out of universe reason though,i thought it would be funny if Fidds a man was called Mommy loll and the term rhymes with his surname too sooo). Fidds ends up getting married to Stan after the grifter falsified documents of him as a woman and they pretended that "Stanford Filbrick Pines" was married to "Fidelity Mcgucket" since gay marriage wasn't legal yet,so even when it's under a fake name and identity,they're still technically married (Fidds was perfectly fine with everyone thinking he was married to Ford,as he knew that he married the con and not the insufferable bastard). Being with Stan was the happiest Fidds has ever been,he was married to a wonderful man and had two amazing children. He had finally achieved stability after that whole fiasco with Ford and the memory gun as well as Emma may,he was finally happy after so much suffering. Or was he? 😏.

While Fidds may have been a great husband,he was.. lacking as a father. Finn had various defects as a result of him being a quick snap decision made by Fidds' in order to save his sanity soon after the portal testing and him losing the custody battle with Tate,thus he wasn't given the careful planning and blueprints that a regular robot would have which meant that he malfunctions often and he has various disabilities (creating a child out of your and your ex's dna to cope with shit obviously ended up horribly). He's literally blind in one eye,his right leg gets stiff a lot due to the scrap metal used for it being very old and rusty,fingers from both hands fall off a lot as the screws were also rusty and didn't fit his model,he is Very sensitive to touch and both cold/hot temperatures as his sensors are fried from overuse (testing. too much testing) which is why he flinches at the slightest poke or warmth,and he gets tired very easily and thus he needs a constant battery change (physical disabilities,autism,and chronic fatigue syndrome allegories..). Due to how much attention Finn needs with his fragile condition,Fidds ends up spending more time with him instead of Fran. This leads to Fran acting out and being more chaotic than she usually is just to get her dad's attention. Plus Fidds thinks that Finn is Ford,as in he views his own son as an idealized version of Ford that is perfect and has never betrayed him ever nor will ever have the capability of doing so (he may have gotten over his feelings for Ford. But he never got over how Ford betrayed his trust as a friend,as a partner with him making it clear that the portal and the darn triangle are more important to him than the one person who has supported him since day 1). Whenever the boy acts negatively,he is verbally abused and given the silent treatment because "My Ford wouldn't do that",Fidds is entirely deluded by the fact that since his son acts like Ford he could shape him into the idealized version he has of his best friend/first love who would never betray him and always be nice to him. Finn is simultaneously degraded while also being praised for being a better man than Ford ever was,and Fidds outright discourages him from having any dreams or ambitions as he figured that if he got rid of the root cause of "Ford's" betrayal of him i.e his lofty ego and ambitions then he could live peacefully with his new genius.

Except the worst part is,Finn never wanted any of that whole "achieving a great destiny" thing that his other genetic template/daddy Ford sought after,he just wants to live a normal life while pursuing his passions and leaving a mark on the world instead of being an overachiever. Fidds never knew about this,or more like he did know but he ignored his son's explanation in favor of his idealized view on things. Fidds is actively encouraging the glass (disabled) child and normal child/golden child and neglected child dynamic with his insane view on things. He may not be insane from the memory gun as he quit soon after getting into a relationship with Stan,but he's insane from his trauma with Ford. Finn and Fran become distant from one another because of Fran secretly being jealous of her older brother (older cuz he was born a year before her) being their dad's special little boy while Finn thinks that Fran is useless cannon fodder just like Fidds does despite being close with her as kids as the hillbilly figured that the "lazy delinquent" was less important than his little Finny (also the fact that Finn is technically a replacement of Tate as well makes this worse. he constantly coddles and spoils Finn the way he was never able to do so with Tate due to the whole "leave your family to study cryptids in the woods" thing),congrats Fidds,you became an even worse version of Filbrick.

Also the other horrific part about this is that,BOTH Finn and Fran are brilliant like their father Fidds except Fran doesn't use her genius properly due to her being a little shit who favors making killer weaponry instead of helping people and making money with normal gadgetry while Finn is a total nerd that wants to study most of normal non anomaly flora and fauna (he loves animals plants and bugs. he's a real hippie-esque nature boy) in order to help the environment and deal with things like climate change when he's older. Also it's so painful that Fidds' new family was made through choice instead of it being forced on him (i hc that Emma may and Fidds were an arranged marriage by their parents) yet he destroyed it with his obsessive behavior,he chose happiness and didn't let others dictate his life this time yet he also chose to ruin it for himself. Fidds is a loving father,he cares about both of his kids deeply yet he also fucked up a lot.

Him fucking up his kids so bad is the reason why after college,Finn and Fran stay in Gravity Falls but they don't contact their father ever again. They only ever talk to their papa Stan and arrange hangouts with him because he was the only parent out of their two dads that actually felt like a parent and did his job of raising them instead of whatever insanity Fidds subjected them to,Stan often tried to stick up for Finn and make Fidds stop being so strict on him but he stopped trying after he concluded that his hillbilly husband is insanely stubborn while he also tried his best to support Fran and take care of her when Fidds failed in doing so. Stan realizing that Fidds is basically doing the same thing that Filbrick did to him and Ford to their own children made him become distant from the hillbilly as well,but he didn't once try to divorce him. He stayed throughout everything,as he knew that the southerner was doing this because he was hurting although he didn't know how to help when the man was so deluded by him thinking he was doing the right thing.

Everything else basically goes exactly the same as canon,except Fidds never went insane from the memory gun (although he still went insane but for a different reason) Stan has two robot children that often visit him stopping by at the Shack a lot plus the twins have a robot aunt and uncle as well as a third hillbilly Grunkle. Also Finn and Fran have to deal with Weirdmaggedon as well,but it's worse for them as they end up discovering that the man that their father destroyed their family over also ended up making a deal with a demon that caused the apocalypse. Fidds has a lot of explaining to do,and apologies are long overdue (woah that rhymed).

Bonus - The kids technically still "grow up" but via Fidds making new models every year and then transferring their code within the new bodies,thus they still technically go through puberty. Finn and Fran used to act like exact copies of kid Ford and Stan respectively the moment they were created as a 5 and 4 y/o since their code was made to replicate the Stans on purpose but after two years,they started to gain sentence and thus develop their own personalities. Finn and Fran are NOT twins,they were "born" a year apart from each other,they only have matching names because Fidds wanted to make it clear that they were his children (F letter names like him). The Mcgucket Siblings still look human despite being entirely machine,this is because they have silicone "skin" that feels and acts exactly like normal human skin with it being soft being able to get punctured etc and their hair is made out of fine wires that are made to look and feel like normal human hair. Finn and Fran are only as brilliant as they are because Fidds programmed his 30 years worth of studying the sciences into a 5 y/o and 4 y/o in order to make it clear that they're his children. Finn is the only one that calls Fidds "Mom" as Fran calls him "Dad",and he stops calling him that by the time he starts getting verbally abusive and switches to calling him "Fiddleford" although he returns to calling him "Mom" by the time they reconcile,by the time Finn is older at about 12-16 he actually recognizes the man as his father and not his mother but the nickname sticks. Finn and Fran are actually half siblings,as they have the same father but a different other parent. Stan is technically Finn's uncle,but growing up with him and being raised by the con instead of his own father throughout the years made him see the grifter as a father figure,Stan is proud to have him as a nephew since he greatly reminds him of Ford when he was younger but unlike Fidds he doesn't twist it into something messed up.

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gojocp · 1 year ago

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"now playing:.."

cw: fluff, angst(??) in itadori's part featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, yuuji itadori

a/n: the way i literally deleted all of the fic and had to redo it. also has anyone read the webtoon 'weak hero' cuz im re-reading it and there are literally ZERO fics abt it. also pls lmk if u find any apocalypse-type jjk or aot fics. lmk how this is!! (i think i turned geto in another version of gojo, i literally cannot write for anyone but him its so sad. also i feel like megumi's made no sense LMAO)

GOJO SATORU: 'always forever' by cults. "you and me.. always, forever!! we could stay.. alone, together!!" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"hey, stop! get away suguru!" utahime shouts, running away from the 16 year old. "nope, sorry utahime! no tag-backs!!" he responds, slapping her back and running away.

"fine! screw you!" she shouts, running to haibara and tagging him quickly.

"haibara! get me!" yells suguru, waving his arms. "okay! if you say so!" haibara responds, doing as the upperclassmen says.

"thanks!" he smiles, making a bee-line towards utahime. "stop it! (y/n) help me, please! why aren't you two playing?" she yells.

"we're tired man.." satoru says, resting his head on yours as you lean against his shoulder, eating a popsicle.

"you were sitting there the whole time!" shoko exclaims. "you didn't even do anything." nanami agrees, having yet to be caught.

"if you need some shade you're free to join us." you say. "no thanks, we're actually getting excercise, unlike you guys. so lazy.." suguru responds.

"hey! stop ganging up on us! we'll sit if we want to! get lost!!" satoru shouts.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after 10 minutes of running around some more, the others decide to call it a day and take a seat in the shade of a seperate tree, not wanting to disturb the two of you. and not wanting to deal with satoru complaining.

"hey, this is nice y'know.." satoru starts, "just being alone together, while the others do their own thing. we should do this more often, just the two of us." he continues. "yeah, it's nice." you agree, looking up and placing a kiss on his jaw.

"hey! look at the sunset!" utahime exclaims, directing your attention away from your boyfriend for a moment. "oo, it's so pretty!" you gush.

"yeah," satoru agrees, looking at you. "it is pretty."

0:40 ——|———————— -3:20

GETO SUGURU: 'lovers rock' by tv girl. "and if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right. she might let you stay, but just for the night" ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

just like any teenager, suguru believes he can hold alcohol pretty well. he can't.

when shoko sneaks alcohol into the dorms, she convinces the 4 of you to try some. of course, satoru boasts about how well he can tolerate alcohol and challenges suguru to a 'drink off', as he says. after taking a few drinks from his glass, satoru is out cold. shoko decides to put the bottle away and take satoru to his room, leaving you with your drunk boyfriend to take care of.

"please get up, sugu. let me take you back to your room." you say, trying to convince him to get off your lap. "nahh, i'm good." he responds, slurring his words.

"okay fine, stay there then." you say, standing up and leaving him to lay on the floor. "wait-! where are you going? don't leave!" he exclaims, standing up too quickly. you move to catch him, swinging one of his arms over your shoulder to support his weight.

"back to your room, suguru," you respond, "that's where we're going."

"no! i don't wanna." he says stubbornly, wrapping his other arm around you. "wait- stop! we're gonna fall!" you shout. "then we can fall..!" he giggles.

"oh my god, you're so stubborn. i'm taking you to my room." you say, slightly agitated. "ooo, didn't know you were like that." he says, wriggling his eyebrows. 'kill me now.' you think, realizing your mistake, knowing he won't leave you alone about it.

"let's hurry to your room then." he says, leaving a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

you drag him to your room and drop him on the bed and head to the bathroom to do your skincare. when you come back, you find him staring at you, love prominent in his eyes.

"hey, cutie." he flirts with a grin on his lips. "shut up and go to bed." you respond.

"ow, so rude." he says, making himself comfortable under the covers.

"i love you.." he says, giving you a wet kiss on the cheek. "i love you too, go to sleep." you say, facing away from him. he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, kissing your nape a few times and snuggling into your neck.

"goodnight.." he mumbles, falling asleep soon after. "goodnight, sugu."

1:20 ————|—————— -3:20

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO: 'see you again' by tyler, the creator. "can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever..." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

it's not often you and your friends get to hang out, often too busy with school work.

"wooo! i love the beach!" yuuji exclaims, chasing nobara as you all make your way to the sand. upon arriving, itadori quickly takes off his shoes and clothes, leaving him in his swimwear and runs into the water.

"guys!! (y/n)!! nobara!! megumi!! come swim!!" he exclaims, waving his arms. "coming!! wait up!" nobara says, running into the water.

after placing the towels and bags on the sand, you and megumi make your way to the water. "ugh! stop splashing me itadori!" nobara yells, splashing water back at itadori.

stepping into the water, megumi holds his hand out for you. "here." he says, offering you his hand. "thank you." you say, smiling at him. "eww! you guys are gross!" nobara says, splashing you with water as itadori joins in, splashing megumi.

"hey!" megumi scolds, throwing a beachball at itadori. "ow! what the hell?" itadori exclaims, as nobara laughs at him. "don't laugh, nobara!!"

"whatever.." she responds, splashing him again and swimming off. "get back here!" says itadori. "never!!" she retorts, getting splashed seconds later.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"oh god.. i'm so tired.." you say, heading back to the dorms. "i need a massage so bad." you continue. "i could give you one when we're back?" megumi offers, the others not being able to hear over their yells and shouts at each other. "i'd like that, thank you!" you beam, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

after changing your clothes, you lay down and megumi begins massaging the knots out of your back. letting out a sigh of pleasure, you say, "thank you, megumi.." you say, smiling softly. "anytime." he responds fondly.

after a bit of silence, megumi decides to break it. "you know, sometimes i wonder.." if you look both ways when you cross my mind. "yeah?" you urge him to continue. "no, nevermind.." he replies. "you sure?" you ask. "yeah." he says smiling. "okay.." you say, deciding not to push him.

"i'm done.." he says, moving away and tucking you in. "can i get a kiss?" you ask, as he starts to leave. and can you make it last forever? smiling, he walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. "goodnight.." he says. "goodnight... i love you." you say, smiling up at him. "i love you too." he says, placing another kiss on your cheek and shutting the door behind him.

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NANAMI KENTO: 'for the first time' by mac de marco. "it's just like seeing her.. for the first time..again.." ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

two weeks. it had been two weeks since kento had seen you face-to-face. having to go on a mission out of the country, he wasn't very fond of leaving you alone for a long time. and even though you reassured him over and over, saying "oh, i'll be fine!! don't worry," and "it's only two weeks.. you'll be back in no time." he still worried.

and after two dreadful and godawful (according to him) weeks, he was finally back in japan, handing in his report.

"alright, that's everything. you're free to leave." upon hearing those words, he rushed out and quickly headed home.

"kento?" you asked, when you heard the front door open. "i'm home." he said warmly, with a fond smile etched on his face. 'they're so beautiful, just like when we first met.' running up to him, you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a warm hug, asking "how are you?".

"i'm okay, how have you been?" he asks. "ehh, it's been the same." you respond. squeezes his arms around your waist tighter and places soft kisses on your face.

"what's gotten into you, kento?" you question, laughing softly. "i missed you." he states, placing a final kiss on your forehead. "i missed you too, dear. how about you shower and we can eat? i made your favourite." you say, smiling up at him. "okay.. wait for me, my love." he responds, leaving to go shower.

.・。.・゜✭・.

after eating, you both head to bed and lie down. wrapping your arms around kento, you rest your head on his shoulder and look up at him.

"i missed you kento.." you say sleepily. "i missed you too." he responds. "i love you.." you add, letting sleep engulf you. "i love you too." he whispers, while softly sleeping.

'it's just like seeing her for the first time.. again..'

2:40 ————————|—— -3:20

YUJI ITADORI: "i'll never smile again" by tommy dorsey. 'i'll never smile again...untill i smile at you' ─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

'how did this happen?' he thinks to himself. 'this was supposed to be a grade one curse, where the hell did the special grade come from?'

you and yuuji were paired up to travel to shibuya to excorsise a grade one curse. easy enough, right? WRONG!! like all missions in shibuya, something had to go wrong, and in this case, a special grade appeared. you both tried your best to excorsise it, but all your efforts were futile as you were knocked out, and the curse remained in the city.

it had been two hours since then, another sorceror was sent to excorsise the curse. but yuji didn't care, his partner was unconsious and greatly injured, for heavens sake! you had been impaled in the arm and legs and cursed buds were planted inside you, growing deeper and deeper the more you used cursed energy.

i mean, it was already bad enough that an s grade curse appeared, but know you can't even use cursed techniques? the 15 year old couldn't recall what he had done to deserve this, but that's because he didn't do anything. the world is just cruel.

he couldn't ever imagine smiling or being truly happy in a world without you. you were the love of his life. you were his everything. he couldn't lose you too.

'i'll never smile again, until i smile at you.' he thinks to himself. 'please.. whatever god is up there, please save my partner.. i'm begging you..'

love really is the most twisted curse of all.

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astoldbyaja · 3 months ago

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Balance -JJK AU-

Single dad Toji never makes good decisions which leaves him and his two toddlers homeless.

Bee believes in universal balance and to repay a past good gesture from the older Fushiguro she just randomly invites the three to stay in her apartment.

I always believed in balance, doing what is needed to maintain the natural order of the universe. Good with good, bad with bad, bad with good or good with bad. Whatever must be done to keep the balance. I always preferred the good with good, because good things come back around to me in some way, shape or form.

The name’s Beatrice Love, call me Bee. I loved a world of solitude. I realized this when I had turned twenty-two. I’m close to thirty and I was tired of being hounded about my bachelorette life.

“Father, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m okay on my own.” I replied on the phone.

“But living in Tokyo? It’s so… loud there!” my dad replied. I smiled.

“It’s peaceful to me.” I replied.

“But Beatrice, you need a man or at least a weapon to protect yourself. I don’t like you being so far away from the family by yourself.” he protested with a scowl probably.

“I’ll be fine, Dad, I promise. I must go. Say hi to stepmommy for me. Love you.” I replied.

“Love you too darling.” he said.

“Hey baby why don’t you come and hang out with us.” a scaly voice said as two men stood in front of me in the parking lot of the grocery store, stopping me from getting to my car. I gripped my bags tight.

“No.” I replied.

“Aw come on sweetheart, we don’t bite… hard.” the other man mocked. I scoffed and just remained glaring. The two men looked to be up to no good, piercings in their faces to look more intimidating and tattoos on their necks.

“I’m not interested.” I replied mentally hyping myself up to prepare for some type of altercation.

If they get violent, better be prepared to do whatever is needed.

However, a large hulking figure was walking past us, a man in a black tight shirt and white pants bumps one of the dudes, quickly catching their attention. This man was intimidating as he didn’t even bother to acknowledge the situation before us. In his large hand was a small bag of what looked like a cup of noodles.

“Hey, watch where you’re going asshole!” one of the men said. The stranger laughed almost as if amused.

“Hey something funny!” the other guy asked, now both their attention was on the giant.

“Yeah, staring at you two losers who don’t know how to not block a path is pretty comical.” the man said sarcastically, and I tilted my head watching as the two men now decided to give this man all the attention, going so far as to follow him.

I took this time to get my keys and move into my car. Before I could even close the door, I could hear yelling and commotion. I turned and saw the two men flat on their backs, unconscious. I was perplexed as I looked at the man who continued walking rotating his left arm now.

These men had bad intentions, and this stranger took their attention off of me so that I could safely get into my car. I needed to thank him or do something.

I put my stuff down on my seat floor before leaning up to step out of my car and find the man. However, he was gone. That was the first encounter with Toji Fushiguro.

I told myself if I ever saw him again, I would repay the favor somehow of him helping me out. Maybe I’ll treat him to lunch or something. Or if he’s not interested at all, a simple thank you would suffice I’d hope.

Who would have thought I’d see him exactly a week later. I was driving to my apartments parking garage, a violent storm was starting to roll in, thunder booming loudly. As I walked down the block, I noticed a large figure at the bus stop with two smaller figures. I blinked a few times tilting my head to get a better look at the figures.

It was a man, and two small kids huddled together beneath a big blanket. They were taking shelter from the upcoming storm. I looked both way before crossing the street over toward the bus stop and peaked my head in.

“Um, hello.” I replied.

“We’re allowed to be here; we ain’t leaving, you got a problem with it then I’ll be more than happy to help you solve it!” the man blurted violently finally. It sounded like he was expecting me to yell at him or show disapproval for them being here. I was taken aback by the aggression before the man finally pulled the blanket off his head revealing a familiar side profile before looking at me. Glaring green eyes connected to brown orbs and he seemed stunned by the sight of me. He had a slight cut over the corner of his mouth, and I glanced down at the two small heads that poked out from the blanket. A little boy with black hair who looked just like the older man and a little brunette-haired girl who looked at me with a stubborn pout. However, as the two children looked at me, they seemed mesmerized and stunned by me.

I wondered how many black women they have seen.

“Are you… waiting for the bus?” I asked. I noticed the man’s arms wrapped around the two children and he glared at me with distrust.

“Does it look like we’re waiting for the bus?” he snapped sharply. A jolt of lightning shot across the sky followed by a monstrous roll of thunder that made the two children whimper and hide in their father’s arms. I could hear the defense in the man’s tone, hell his entire body language was showing he was on edge. I looked down wondering what to do in this moment before looking up at him.

“I have a two-bedroom apartment very close to here. Would you like to rest there?” I asked.

A quick flash of surprise shot across the man’s face.

Ten minutes later, I was unlocking my door and stepping inside. My apartment was one that was always cozy. The man’s name is Toji, his daughter is Tsumiki and the younger boy is Megumi who clung to his daddy’s neck as they entered my home. Their eyes roamed the place, Toji’s more than his kids. I removed my flats and turned to him after placing my purse on my marble white bar. Toji was carrying his son and holding his daughter’s hand, and I noticed the backpacks on all their backs.

“Come I will show you your room and then the bathroom where you all can get cleaned up.” I replied and moved down the hall in the back. Toji followed, the distrust still in his eyes.

“Daddy where are we?” Megumi asked.

“We’re just stopping somewhere to get cleaned up.” he said in a much softer tone. I opened the door on my left where my guest bedroom was. Inside was a king size bed with a black comforter and white thinner sheet below with a closet on the opposite side and a nightstand on either side of the bed.

“Here you three can sleep.” I said. Toji leaned his head in and examined the room a bit, as if making sure it was safe. I just smiled politely then moved to the door on the opposite side of the bedroom.

I opened the bathroom door which showed a garden tub and large shower. The sink was wide with a massive mirror that could show at least four people’s reflection. In the back was a large walk-in closet.

“There are towels in that closet there and soap under the sink. If you have any dirty clothes, you can put them in that hamper, and I’ll wash them.” I told. Toji’s eyes followed my fingers to each location.

“I’ll go fix something to eat-”

“Why are you doing this? What are you getting out of this?” he asked looking at me with a suspicious glare. I shook my head.

“I merely wish to return the favor.” I said before nodding at him. He looked heavily confused. “Please make yourself at home.”

I turned and moved down the hall and over to a door we had passed earlier. It was the master bedroom, my room. I removed my necklace and earrings, but kept my hair pinned up. Now the sound of heavy rain began to attack the complex and I looked out my window to see the dark skies. I’m still for a second and quiet as I finally hear the bathtub running.

“Okay let’s get you guys cleaned up.” I hear Toji sigh. I smile and move from my room and enter the kitchen. I take out some ingredients and a pot and begin to make chicken, beef, rice and vegetables.

“Megumi stop splashing your sister.” Toji says sternly. I peak over the hall noticing the hamper outside with clothes in them. I smiled and approached noticing the large set of clothes in there. I didn’t question it nad began to pick up the hamper.

“This tub is huge daddy!” I hear Tsumiki said.

“Yeah, it is.” Toji replies. Once the clothes are in the wash and the table is set, I hear different footsteps approaching and I turn to see the three in more casual looking clothes, pajamas really. I noticed their eyes all darted toward the table and the children’s eyes widened. I smiled setting down some plates and some juice.

“Please help yourself. I hope the bath was to your liking.” I said. Toji led the kids to my table and sat them down the chairs. He handed them their plates and let them scoop however much food they wanted. Toji and I sat across from each other and he watched me closely as I just smiled. Megumi would scoop some rice onto his place and move to get another scoop, before hesitating and looking at me with worry. I smiled more.

“Go ahead.” I replied. His eyes sparkled and he looked at his dad who nodded giving a tired smile before moving to get more food. Once their plates were filled, I moved to pour them both a cup of juice.

“Thank you!” they said in unison.

“You’re welcome.” I said and looked at Toji who looked at me. He motioned toward my plate.

“Go ahead.” he said. I shook my head.

“You are my guest. Guests always get served first.” I announced and I could tell he was trying to study my face, figure out what my true intentions are if there was any before filling his plate. His kids were eating quietly smiling big at the flavors that hit their tongues.

“Wow, Ms. Bee this food is really good!” Tsumiki blurted. I gave a soft chuckle finally fixing my plate.

“I’m glad you like it!” I replied eating quietly and looking at Toji who was understandably tense.

“Looks like the rain’s gonna go all night. When it lets up in the morning we’ll be out of your hair.” he replied. I hummed as I chewed my food.

“If that is your desire. You and your littles are free to come and go as much as you’d like.” I replied. The children’s eyes dazzled with happiness before looking at their dad who didn’t trust it. His scowl said it all.

“And why would you be so kind?” he asked. I continued eating enjoying the delicious flavor of my food.

“It never hurts to be kind.” I said.

“Kinda stupid to let some strangers into your nice place don’t you think?” he asked. I nodded casually.

“Of course. If you planned to do anything malicious, we’ll worry about that bridge when we come to it.” I said with a smile. I wondered if his kids were in school or anything, but I was sure I wouldn’t get an answer on it. Toji eyed me some more before moving to down his cup of juice.

“Ms. Bee, can I have some more food please?” Tsumiki asked almost shyly. I smiled at her and nodded.

“Of course.” I replied, and she smiled and took some more food. Once the three were full, I cut on my TV in the living room and watched as the kids were curled up in my fleece blanket on the couch together. Toji was taking a phone call down the hall but was making sure he could see me, and I could see him. I was cleaning up the table.

“Yeah, I can take the job. Don’t worry about them, they’ll be fine.” I hear him say, as I washed the plates. I hear his footsteps approach, and he moved to pick up the plates of food from the table.

“If you’d like I can pack those up in containers for you.” I offered. Toji looked me some with a wince before looking at the food.

“No, you should keep it…” he said. “Did you really mean we can come and go as long as we want?” I nodded placing the dishes in the strainer.

“As long as it’s just you three.” I replied of which he immediately nodded.

“It will be… look I’ve never made the best decisions in life, and the last decision I made, caused me and my kids to be out on the street. Their moms are not in the picture… I do odd jobs, and they pay well. If you’ll allow my kids to stay here, while I work, I’ll pay for the room and board.” he said rubbing the back of his head now.

“That won’t be necessary.” I replied.

“What?” he asked confused.

“You and your children can stay in that guest room as long as you need to. I will provide food and whatever else is needed until you feel ready to leave.” I said.

“Why would you do all of this for a couple of strangers?” he asked. I could tell his brain was on the frits.

“You helped me, and this is how I am repaying the favor.” I replied.

“What, when did I help you?” he asked completely clueless.

“Last week when those men were bothering me. You took care of them. Now as a thank you I am taking care of you and your children.” I replied. I wiped my hands on my kitchen towel seeing Toji shook his head.

“That was hardly a gesture big enough for you to let us in your home.” he said. I shrugged.

“A kindness for a kindness. Balance.” I replied with a smile taking the plate of food and packaging it all up and placing it in the fridge. “Feel free to eat this when you get hungry.” I replied. As it got darker, Toji was the only one watching TV with his kids curled up under each arm. I was turning off my kitchen light noticing he was standing up with both kids in his hands.

Tsumiki muttered some.

“Daddy, do we have to go back to the bus station now?” she asked, voice dripping with sleep. Toji smiled warmly at her, glancing at me as I tucked one of the kitchen chairs in.

“No. We’re going to stay here tonight with daddy’s friend.” he said. I quietly followed him to the guest room and wished him a good night after he tucked his children into the bed. Immediately, their bodies seemed to relax as they curled up beneath the warm blankets. I turned to leave.

“Bee.” Toji said lowly approaching the doorway. I stopped and looked at him ready to accommodate anything he needed.

“Megumi can sometimes get a little scared of the dark. Could you leave the hall light on, and I’ll crack the door. If that’s not too much to ask!” he said lowly, and I just smiled sweetly and shook my head.

“Of course.” I replied cutting on the light in the hallway before looking at him and nodding. I moved to my own room now.

“Bee.” Toji said again and I looked at him curiously to see him looking down with what looked like embarrassment.

“Thank you.” he said, and I nodded

“Of course.” I replied before separating into my room.

The next morning, and the numerous mornings after, I would get up, make breakfast for everyone and we’d eat together. Toji was worried about leaving his kids here and made it very clear he was not someone to take advantage of nor were his kids.

We set boundaries immediately. I wasn’t to question him about his work no matter what I saw when he’d come back to my apartment. I was not to discipline his kids, but they were to listen to me and help around the apartment if I needed it. If there was anything he or I needed while he was out, he asked me to wait until he got home so we could both go out together with the kids.

They kept the guest room as clean as they could, and I let the kids watch TV and ask me questions. They had stuffed animals which they clung to the moment their dad left for work.

Sometimes Toji would take his kids out and ask if I wanted to accompany them to the store. I didn’t mind the company so sometimes I would go with them so they could pick out what foods and clothes they liked.

“Daddy, can I get this shirt?” Megumi asked and Toji’s first reaction was to look at the price tag and think for a moment.

“Sure bud.” he said throwing the shirt in the cart.

“So, Bee, what is it you do for work?” he asked. Oh, how was I to answer that?

“I work my own odd jobs.” I said and after we both shared a look to each other, he just nodded.

“Understood.” he said. We swapped numbers so we could keep each other updated on his kids. One day Toji was gone and did not come home, but he reached out and let me know his job would have him away from home for three days. I told him it was fine.

On the third evening, after I put the kids to bed, there was a knock on the door. I was familiar with the two patterns, but still checked the peephole. It was Toji. I opened the door and froze noticing the blood stains on his shirt and pants and we just stared at each other for a moment. He was gauging what I would do with the first time seeing this and I just looked him over. What would I do in this moment? I stepped back quietly, and he walked in, eyes not leaving mine as I closed the door and locked it.

I just stood there in my floral lace gown, and I just nodded quietly.

“You want to wash them, or would you like me to wash them?” I asked lowly. He let out a low sigh and looked down.

“No, I’ll do it. How were they?” he asked motioning toward the room. I nodded gently.

“They were good. You sound exhausted. There’s food in the fridge if you’re hungry.” I said gently and he nodded.

“Thanks.” he said and I smiled and moved around him. However, I feel his hand take my wrist quickly and I pause looking at him curiously. He wasn’t looking at me, more so looking at the floor with a gentle stare.

“Bee… if we’re overstepping our welcome, you’d tell me, right?” he asked. I blinked confusedly before nodding.

“Of course, Toji.” I replied. He nodded slowly and released my hand. The spot around my wrist felt cold as the warmth of his hand left me. I returned to my room and entered my bathroom noticing the slight ring of red around my wrist. I winced wondering whose blood this was. After showering I made my way back to my bedroom. I crawled under my blankets and just listened to all the noise outside my room.

I was so used to silence, but even the introduction of new noise did not disturb me. I could hear Toji’s heavy footsteps all about and I just closed my eyes letting the noises lull me to sleep. However, I could hear the doorhandle of my room open, and I assumed it was maybe Megumi or Tsumiki. However, when the door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps slowly entered my room I slowly opened my eyes and look down.

Standing there in boxers and a tank was Toji. Quietly, I sat up and yawn.

“What is it?” I asked noticing the somewhat dark look on Toji’s face as he watched me. He closed the door and took a step closer to the foot of my bed and I watched as he began to remove his tank and then slowly play with the hem of his boxers until he finally pulled them down, semi erect cock pointing at me. I was a bit taken back by the sudden action. “Toji, what the hell are you doing?” He let out a low grunt.

“You’ve done a lot for me and my kids. They’re happy- happier than I’ve ever seen in a while, so I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them happy and safe with a roof over their heads and food in their stomach. You’re obviously alone and so I figure we can help each other out. Besides it’s a way I can return the favor to you for what you’ve done for us.” he said his hand airlessly moving to palm his own cock to further get it to harden. I watched him for a moment thinking about his words. That is not how the balance works!

“Yeeeaaahh no.” I said blankly.

#jjk #jjk toji #toji fushiguro #TojixblackfemOC #smut #shenanigans #megumi fushiguro #jjk megumi #fushiguro tsumiki #jjk tsumiki #blackfemoc

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escapingrealtiylovinginsanity · 4 months ago

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Will & Monique Chapter 2

You can read the rest of the story here

Here’s the next chapter guys! This couple will be a slow burn for the first couple of chapters but I promise we will get there. This story will be much slower to update than RRR which is currently my priority. I want to try the gap up to 4x19 where this started and where I am with RRR. I'm pretty far behind. This story won't follow chapter by chapter like the other one-I'm giving myself a lot more creative freedom but it will follow med storyline-ish.

Will keeps a close eye on Monique for the next week. He had been monopolizing her on his service, just to make sure she was okay. Not that she had done anything worrying. She seemed fine and did her job up to the standard that she always has. She may have been a little more withdrawn or tired but it was hard for Will to tell.

Monique had always been on the quieter side. She didn’t seem to gossip or linger around the nurse's station. He never noticed how much of a busy bee Monique was. The girl didn’t sit still. They were having a pretty relaxed night shift yet every time he turned, he seemed to see a flash of her blonde ponytail heading off somewhere new.

He had been asked to cover a couple of night shifts while the night ED doctor went to a wedding in Seattle. When he had come for his shift Monique had already been there. Her name was listed for a double shift. He had caught her in the longue an energy drink in her short-manicured fingers. The can was orange with scales and a yellow eye printed on the side. “Venom- mango flavored,” Monique's startled her turning to see Will heading towards his locker the door closing softly behind her. “I didn’t take you for an energy drinker.”

Her eyes glanced down to the can before going back to Will. “I know they are bad for you but I’ve been drinking them since I was thirteen and I can’t quite give them up.” She admits tapping her fingers on the can.

“Well, I imagine you crave them when you are pulling doubles and the crash is starting to hit.” Will shot her a charming smile putting his stethoscope around his neck. She smiled back at him taking another small sip. They were the only things that could get her through when her insomnia struck and she was having a minor bout at the moment. It was why she had offered to work a double.

“I didn’t know you were on a night rotation Dr. Hal-” Will gave her a pointed look and she corrected herself, “Will.” He had told her to start calling him by his first name last week and she still was having trouble with it. She didn’t call any of the doctors by their first names. It was too personal and seemed like only Maggie and April could pull off at work.

“Yeah, well Mack is in Seattle for a wedding, so they needed the coverage.” They were interrupted by another nurse coming in and calling for Will for an incoming trauma. Monique downed the rest of the liquid, tossing the can in the trash as she followed him towards the door. She paused only mildly surprised when he held the door open for her allowing her to go out first.

The next few hours went by in a blur. The ED wasn’t busy but it had a steady inflow. Will was heading to check on the car accident victim who was brought in at the beginning of his shift. He was an older Latino man who spoke no English and had his wife translate for him. He was checking his tablet for his test result as he was entering the room. He heard the man speaking, conversation flowing easily even with his bruised ribs.

Will had assumed he was talking to his wife but when he looked up, he saw that blonde ponytail. Monique was smiling brightly at the man her arms crossed leaning on the rail of the bed as she laughed lightly nodding along with what he was saying. Will paused and watched as her voice got slightly higher than he was used to hearing and Spanish words fell from her lips. It sounded natural and thoughtless as the man patted her arm.

The man noticed Will and grinned at him calling out El Medico. Will Spanish was limited at best but even he knew that one- doctor. Monique turned to face him feeling guilty for slacking off but Will was all smiles. “I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

“I don’t really.” At his raised eyebrow she felt the need to explain further, “That is I didn’t do it in school- I'm not certified for it.”

“I don’t think you are giving yourself enough credit. You seemed pretty proficient to me.” Monique looked down her face flushing at his complement, even if she didn’t feel the same.

“I get by,” She offered instead. Monique had only ever taken one Spanish class in high school. It had been an easy A. She didn’t remember ever really learning to speak it. But most memories of her childhood were often blurred, especially her earlier years. She just remembered being young and her father dropping her off at her half-brother's house. He had left almost immediately after and she was left in a crowd of strangers. One was his ex-girlfriend who wasn’t a big fan of his gringa daughter.

A pale white ghost amid a festive Hispanic family. Most didn’t speak English so she had been confused and felt out of place in the house. It had soon become a pattern on her father’s days with her she would be dropped off there. Monique didn’t remember the struggle of learning Spanish. It happened like a flip of a light switch. One day she couldn’t understand them the next she was speaking it fluently.

“Do you feel comfortable enough to translate?”

When the shift was over Will caught Monique on the stairs to leave, calling her name to get her to wait up. “Hey, I’m sorry to keep you. I know you are probably ready to go home and get some sleep. But I just wanted to check in and see how you were holding up.” The nurse's eyebrows scrunch together as she thinks over her shift and what he could be referring to. Noticing her confusion Will continued, “After the lockdown. I just wanted to make sure you were still doing alright. That you were getting the support you need.”

“Oh,” That was not what the blonde was expecting. Dr. Charles had been keeping his eye on her consistently popping by to make sure she was okay but she hadn’t thought Will would still be worried about her. “Thank you, for checking in. I’m doing okay. How about you Dr.-Will?” He looked as surprised as she felt when she redirected the question back at him.

“I doing okay. I’ve learned from my experience with the Burkes that you have to talk about this stuff to keep your head straight. So, I’ve been talking to Dr. Charles.” Will wasn’t sure why he told her that, maybe she was just easy to talk to. Monique didn’t seem to have a judgmental bone in her body.

“Me too,” Monique offered her camaraderie. Will gestured for her to start down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, he started ushering her to the parking lot offering to walk her to her car but she stopped pointing in the opposite direction. “Actually, I took the bus.” His hand went to her midback the warmth soaking through her clothes. He pressed gently urging her forward. The touch was natural and guiding but it was the most physical affection she had gotten in months.

“You’ll be waiting for another half hour. C’mon, I’ll drive you home.” Monique looked back at the empty bus stop. He was right, the first bus wasn’t even running yet. The sun was peeking out its rays warm but the wind chill was cold and cutting. A warm car with a direct route home sounded like heaven but she didn’t want to impose on anyone. Especially not a higher-up at work.

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You didn’t. I offered.” His brown eyes were as warm as his tone but bore no room for argument. When they reached his car, he opened the passenger door waiting for her to climb in before closing the door behind her.

#will halstead #monique lawson #will halstead x monique lawson #chicago med

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reashot · 2 years ago

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Happy Mother's Day! Feat. Jaune's Future Children.

Ruby: You know Yang mother's day are coming...

Yang: Do you want to visit mom's grave afterward?

Ruby: Yes, I would like that...

Blake: (Damn this is getting dark all of a sudden. Where's Weiss when you need her.)

Then out from nowhere a girl around their age appears suddenly behind Ruby to loudly proclaim herself.

Scarlett: Hi mom it's me your favorite daughter! 😆

Ruby: Scarlett! And how do you even get here? 😮

Scarlett: Heh, heh... Trade secret. 😉

Ruby: So anyway. What brings you here? 🤨

Scarlett: We're here to meet you all, silly. 😜

Ruby: We, what do you mean by we?

Aurum: I think What little sister meant is that she's bringing us to celebrate mother's day.

Yang: OMG you remember about Mother's day. You're Aurum right. You're supposed to be my son from the future?

The man she's talking to tower over everyone in presence, much older than the rest of the group and encased in golden armor.

Aurum: That's right mother how have you been?

Yang: Oh fine... Shoot, I don't know how to act around you. You're supposed to be my son and all, but you're older than my dad.

Aurum: Ha, ha. I get that it would be confusing. But worry not Honored Mother. *kneels* No matter how you treated me I will always regard you with the up most respect.

Yang: Ah, please stop you're embarassing me...

Blake: Wait if Aurum and Scarlett are here then that means. My Dusky Wusky is here too!

Dusk: Mommy!!! *glomps on Blake*

Blake: *Squee* How is my beautiful baby girl. Your mama miss you so much!!!

Dusk: I miss you too mommy but please stop it. You're hurting me.

Blake: No I will not. Because you will just leave me again. Mama will never let you go. I will love you and cares for you for the rest of your life!

Dusk: Umuh...

Ruby: Okay... So what brings you here. Or is it when? Ah it's confusing I don't get how time travel sentences works. 😵

Scarlett: We're here for Mother's day!!! 😇

Ruby: Wow okay, but I though we already established that we are not really your Mother. We're from different timeline. So you don't have to celebrate it for us. 😞

Blake: Fuck That! Dusky Wusky is my baby and no one will take her away from me again.

Aurum: Lady Blake. Hold thine tongue! There's children here.

Yang: Blake out burst aside. Why are you celebrating with us. Should you go celebrate it with your real mom?

Scarlett: Well we did that already. But seeing that what we been through last time. We all think it just felt wrong not to celebrate it without everyone....

And speaking of which where's dad? I mean, where's Jaune?

Wow that's super weird calling my dad by his first name. I mean his other version's name. Oh I hate how parallel reality works! 😩

Ruby: Jaune? Oh we haven't see him much lately. Whenever we tried to approach him. He Immediately ran away from us. Can you believe it? 😢

Yang: Can't say I blame him. After everything that just happened. It would be weirder that he acted like nothing happened.

Blake: Whatever it is we should give him some time to process what happened. If he doesn't want to see us anymore then it's fine. We will respect his choice...

Scarlett: I understand. But anyway to get back on topic we have present for everyone here. 😎

Ruby: Present! Well why didn't you start with that. Of course we would like present. 🤯

Scarlett: He, he. For Ruby Rose here is a beautiful Rose from my brother and me. 😘

Ruby: Oh it's so beautiful. I love it. You and Aurum shouldn't have. 🥰

Scarlett: it's not from Aurum, silly. It's from MY brother. You also have a son too mom. 🤭

Ruby: 😮

Dusk: And I also want to give you this mommy.

I made it with daddy with crayon and macaroni.

Blake: *Gasp* it's so beautiful... I have the greatest mother's day gift known to Faunus and man. *cry*

Aurum: And "mother" dearest from me. I do not know what you like but you did use to tell me that when you Were young you used to like to ride on your bike. Something bee? Any way I have for you a brand new motorcycle.

Yang: Oh my gods! Oh my gods! Oh my gods! A brand new bike. I can't believe it. You made all the their mother day's present look like trash I love you Son!....

Uh, I mean. It's not what the present that count but the thought that matters...

Blake: Did you just said my daughter Mother's day present is trash!

Yang: Hey it's not a competition. Although if it were a competition. A Motorcycle beat Macaroni art hands down.

Aurum: Mother please. You're making things worse.

Lady Blake. I would like to apologize on my mother's behalf. I meant no disrespect with my gift to my mother.

It's just that I have so many siblings that I felt I have to match it in size.

Yang: Wait, many siblings. How many are we talking about?

Aurum: Ah, only around 12 with me included of course.

Blake & Ruby:

Yang: 12 Children! Curse my great child bearing hip.

Ruby: O-okay please stop! This is too much new informations to take. I can't. Wait a second isn't there supposed to be four of you?😱

Yang: Yeah the somehow even whiter version of Jaune. Victor. Weiss' son from the future.

Blake: As if that even possible. Jaune is pretty much as white as it can get.

Ruby: If this is a slander on my future baby's daddy then I would rather you keep it to yourself. 😠

Aurum: Not to worry Victor are also here to give his Mother's day present.

Yang: Didn't he tried to kill her the last time they met!?

Aurum: He gave me his word that he will not harm her.

Yang: H-he said that. And you just believed him?!

Aurum: Of course. He promise me after all.

Ruby: Wait. Where's Weiss?

Meanwhile

Victor: This is all your fault!!!!

Weiss: *choked* (Please someone save me. Ruby. Please save me Jaune...)

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Anyway here is my sorta sequel to my last fic. Go ahead and read it you want.

Part 1:

Part 2:

Oh yeah and Scarlett have an older brother. And no I didn't just add him out off nowhere. He had an unnamed cameo in an intermission fic I made a while back when I still have 40 followers:

If anyone asking what he is like think Jaune but with none of his insecurity and self loathing. Also he inherited Ruby's silver eyes. Nothing I'm sure.

And I know that someone will be asking where is Jaune in all of this and why is he avoiding team RWBY?

Well the answer is....

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fandomworld9728 · 6 months ago

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The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 16:

"Alright. What do you want?"

"Have you been filling Emily's head with nonsense again? I thought we agreed that you wouldn't tell her anything about Lucifer."

See? This is what pisses him off. Expecting people to keep their promises to her yet she can't keep the ones she makes. "Yeah? And didn't you promise Luci that you would tell her about her other parent?"

"Don't call him that!" Taking a deep breath, Sera tried her best to calm down. How was Adam still so wrapped around the fallen angel's finger? "I said what was needed to make sure he didn't completely crumble apart. That would have hurt Emily."

"What hurt Emily was taking her away from her mother!"

"Don't raise your voice-"

"No! I'm tired of this shit, Sera. You broke the connection between an Omega mother and a pup only a couple months after birth. Not only that, but you didn't give her to me. You know? Her father? You kept her! She should have just gone with Lucifer. You see how little miss sunshine Morningstar is. Ems would have been fine." Taking his mask off, Adam headed for the door. "It's really sad that his own sister can't keep her promise. That's up to the shitty ex he screwed over."

Leaving the Seraphim speechless, the first man made his way back to his room. They had court soon and he needed time to think and decompress. Sometimes it felt like all Sera wanted was the quirky former angel out of the way and a child of her own. With how Adam tended to run his mouth as freely as he wanted, he seemed to be getting into more and more trouble lately. The latest had been him taking the fall for the Exterminations.

He had suggested it when he was experiencing one of his really low moments. The moments when he missed his omega. Where it physically hurt that he wasn't there with him. He didn't think Sera would take it seriously and actually agree to it. She almost seemed giddy about it. Not in the face though. It all showed in her eyes. And as guilty as he felt about the Exterminations... it was also a way to get out that feeling of rage and pain at the omega abandoning him for Lilith.

Though... things never seemed to add up in his head. Those final days together in the garden. Sera's behavior. None of it made sense. He needed to talk to the Princess of Hell. And soon. Without Lute. However, luck didn't seem to be on his side.

"This is so much fun! I wish we could hang out all the time."

"Me too! Too bad mom and dad aren't together. If they were we could see each other all the time."

"I've been meaning to ask... who is your mom?"

Confused, Emily stopped walking. "What do you mean? We have the same mom- oh! That's right. You grew up calling Lilith your mom. So, you wouldn't call our omega parent mom like me."

Did this mean that her older sister had two male parents like she did? Charlie was even more interested to learn about who Emily's other parent is now. Should she start calling her dad her mom instead? Wouldn't hurt to try and calling him dad had really truly felt right. At this point though, it was habit.

"My alpha parent is actually Adam."

"Wait what?! Adam?!"

"Yeah. And don't take anything that he says or does in front of the other angels personally. He has to keep up a certain persona in front of them to stay on Sera's good side. He still cares about mom so much. Sometimes he thinks about taking me and going to Hell to live with you two when it gets too painful for him to be separated. That pain also makes him do bad things..."

Like the Exterminations. It wasn't an excuse, but it certainly explained a lot about Adam. "Thank you for telling me that, Emily."

What was Lucifer thinking? He was too old for this. And too much of a recluse to handle all of these people, the flashing lights, and the loud music. Usually, he'd use alcohol to help dull his senses to make it all easier to handle, but this stuff wasn't as strong as what Bee has at her parties so his magic burns right through any effects it could have on him. He had half a mind to just buy a couple bottles and chug them just to feel a buzz.

"What's wrong, short king? Aren't ya havin' fun?"

"I guess this isn't really my scene anymore... maybe I should just go back to the hotel."

"Nonsense!" Slamming down a shot, Cherri turned to the two men with a large grin. "How about you grab someone and go into one those private rooms? Or you could just grab me for a fun time."

Nervously laughing, Lucifer tugged on the collar of his shirt to try and cool off. All the flirting Angel's friend has been doing paired with strong smell of sex was making him feel a little over heated. He would have left already if it wasn't for his gut screaming at him to stay put. "T-That's flattering but no thank you. As much as I like girls I'm more into men."

A shrug and another shot were all the punk girl needed before she was focused on something else, making Lucifer breathe a little easier. Luckily, Angel was too busy having fun and trailing after a drunk Niffty to try flirting with him too. Could also have something to do with Husk being there. He wasn't going to complain. The less attention on him the better.

However, that left him alone with Alastor, who seemed to be enjoying watching the chaos unfolding. What little bit this night had been going in the king's favor quickly flipped against him. He was going to need to do something about this odd attraction he had to the creepy demon sitting next to him at the bar area. Beel and Ozzie keep telling him to get himself back out in the dating scene, but it always felt like Alastor didn't like him for some reason.

Their interactions left him feeling as if the other man was being intentionally hostile towards him. Like, what the fuck did Lucifer do to the guy? Absolutely nothing! Well, besides that small little spat when they met. But he apologized for that! Though... Alastor had called his sour scent delicious. He didn't understand how someone could like a scent that left most people's stomachs churning.

No. He couldn't get involved with the radio demon. No matter how effected he was by the man's scent, appearance, and words. Not to mention his show of power whenever he needs to prove a point... Nope! Not going down that road again! He did not need the club smelling the mess he makes of himself just thinking about some sinner he met not that long ago.

Maybe he did need to get laid. Who would be a good choice? Angel Dust? He was experienced and Lucifer hadn't had sex in a really long time. But the spider demon had sex with people all day at work and was working horrible hours. Sir Pentious might be a good choice. The poor guy kept striking out tonight. He could use a win. People also tended to want what they couldn't have. Cherri might be more interested in the snake demon after. So, a win win win. Pentious gets a win and confidence boost, Lucifer gets laid, and Cherri might get either jealous and/or interested in the other sinner after.

His thoughts came to a screeching halt at the scene he saw. It made his blood boil, and he was moving before he could stop himself.

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alpha/beta/omega au #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel emily #adamsapple #radioapple #cherri bomb hazbin hotel #the life of the morningstars

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colourstreakgryffin · 1 year ago

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Random Hashira Post #7

Massive shoutout to the sweet little bee, @koyuki-the-flower for this idea! All credit goes to her!

The Hashira and the Comedy Club Chaos!

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro’s sense of comedy is quite innocent and cheerful. He loves his random puns and he regularly goes up to tell jokes

He likes to make up stories to start off his jokes since it’s fun for him to stir up a longer discussion

The crowd legit love him, even if he tells a bad joke or messes up

Kyojuro sometimes accidentally trips over the cable of the microphone, where he is babied by the crowd

Shinazugawa Sanemi

He is not a fan of actually telling jokes but he wouldn’t mind attending the club to challenge himself to a “try not to laugh”

Sanemi‘s sense of humour is based around vile/grime phrases, such as s***de, murder, etc.

Sanemi will gladly throw hands with the club’s local douchebag for being rude towards one of his fellow Hashira

He orders drinks a lot and most likely, gonna be hella drunk by the end of the night

Kocho Shinobu

Doesn’t mind telling jokes but she would much prefer to chill out and enjoy comedy

She has a mix of dark and light sense of humour. She’ll laugh at both variations equally

Shinobu will go up and tell a joke/story-joke at least once or twice throughout the entire event

Shinobu is another drinker of the Hashira. Not as bad as Tengen and Sanemi, though, she goes hard with wine

Tomioka Giyuu

Giyuu will NOT ever go up and tell jokes. Try force him and he’ll go hide in the bathrooms

His sense of humour is very dark, horribly screwed and centred around the not-so nice unlive option. Don’t let him even make up jokes

Giyuu may just bring his katana with him for “self defence” and empty-threateningly raise it whenever the comedy club host calls him out to go up

He is most likely messing around on his phone the entire night as he pays for the Taxi to pick up the big group by the end

Uzui Tengen

To be honest, this man is the king of humour and comedy clubs

He is the Hashira that is mostly telling jokes and hogs the stage a lot throughout the night

Tengen enjoys all the drinks he orders as he randomly starts singing out his next joke

Tengen will make smut jokes and/or joke-references quite a lot, it’s kinda scary

Kanroji Mitsuri

The second most frequent joke-teller of the Hashira. She loves making people laugh

Mitsuri has the most wholesome and cute sense of humour, that it’s impossible for her to say anything naughty or gross

Mitsuri makes cat jokes and pulls up funny cat pictures as often as she can. She finds them funny

She doesn’t touch drinks at all, alongside Muichiro, Giyuu and Gyomei, and helps drag the drunk Hashira out of the club

Tokito Muichiro

Seriously. Never let him tell jokes, even more ‘no’ then Giyuu

Muichiro always forgets what he is saying so he blurts off for ten minutes and has to be shooed off stage

That’s fine. Muichiro prefers listening to jokes within the crowd anyway

And mayhaps, judging specific ones based on his very picky sense of humour. He laughs like only once or twice for the entire night

Himejima Gyomei

Will laugh at absolutely anything, even if it’s not really funny to him. He likes cheering people up

Shows support to his fellow Hashira by coming up with jokes out of thin air for them to use

Gyomei is experienced in joke-telling with his past of children care so he does have a wholesome sense of humour

Gyomei will go up anytime he is asked or anytime he feels like he should

Iguro Obanai

The literal king of dark humour. His jokes aren’t the over-the-top dark but just the right amount of edgy

Do you suspect Obanai would only make snake puns? At minor times he does. In all honesty, he is more of story-joker

Obanai will tell jokes on stage if Mitsuri asks him too. If not, he’s enjoying the chaos in the background

Surprisingly, he is the one who collects the drinks for the Hashira. He happened to be getting up at the right time

I don’t know the artist name but credit, of the art above, goes to him/her/them!

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dotchi18 · 11 months ago

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Reflection

(The Leumin x MC Supernatural oneshot that I had promised so long ago ;,; @hime-bee

I really hope you enjoy this, and if you don't that's fine too, I just love this man so much ;w;

Leumin found his match in Patheticness <3 )

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Love.

It was her favorite emotion to be around and absorb.

It was why when Dotchi bounced around to new places, she would always pick a job that got her closer to people, especially couples.

The job at the coffee shop, while not a great source of positive emotions in comparison to past jobs she had, it still gave her wonderful warm meals in the form of her favorite regulars happily enjoying their coffee.

Reflecting the emotions of others was how she survived. She was unsure of what her kind was called, but they were... Shapeshifters? Of sorts? It was hard to explain.

She had a core self, as most of her kind did, one that looked like those silly little Valentine cards humans liked so much, and everything else was kind of whatever she could mold it to be.

Making herself taller or shorter, she could give herself brown eyes or blue ones, crooked teeth, freckles, anything was theoretically at her fingertips.

Dotchi herself preferred female bodies on the plus size, and she liked making her hair red as fresh blood, matching the heart she had situated her chest, but everything was an afterthought, preferring to even wipe her face clean of any features at all when she was alone at home.

Still, considering what she fed on, she was very sensitive to the emotions of others.

They were almost like dishes for her to sample, taking them and reflecting them back onto the person to keep up their mood.

But not all of the same emotions tasted the same, as it depended on the person.

Dotchi had tasted lust before, but when her Boss at the coffee shop approached her, she would politely recoil from him as best as she could, as the taste of his lust was akin to spoiled apples.

There was no affection to freshen it, to make it palatable for her, so she avoided him, finding him rather unpleasant to be around.

And when she found herself standing under the Bus Stop Shelter, meeting her chosen green eyes with the unruly bangs of another with his eyes staring back from behind, it was there she encountered the sweetest dish.

" Oh-" He started, but the white noise that filled Dotchi's ears from her beating core was too much, her face flushing.

Love.

Love Love Love Love LOVE, There was so much love, he had so much love to give her-

It was with the slightest hint of awareness of herself clinging to her that she lifted her bag in front of her core so it wasn't beating through her shirt, covering herself from the concentrated beam of delight and love that was coming from this man.

What was he saying?

Something about the bus not working?

'Say something. Say anything, he'll think you're an idiot and he won't stick around for you to reflect off him-'

" H-How the Hell am I supposed to get home now?"

' Too Rough, Too Rough.' She scolded herself, but saw him shift, nervousness salting the dish a bit, adorable.

" Um... I could walk you home... if you want.

There's enough room under this umbrella for two."

Fuck, she would follow this man to the end of the world if he asked her to.

Shaking her head to knock those thoughts away, she flushed a deeper red.

Were these the feelings he felt for her?

It had to be, it was seeping into her and making her feel the same, like sipping on the thickest Hot Chocolate, having the warm feeling spreading deep into her core.

Before she knew it she was approaching under his umbrella, and he told her his name was Leumin.

A cute name for a delightful Cutie.

Making small idle talk about the rain as they kept close, close enough that she noticed that he smelled like flora, coffee and fresh laundry much to her delight, he then asked her about Raynee's Cafe.

" I go there a lot. I enjoy the Coffee."

Did he? It was hard to differentiate the emotions within the crowd of people- a veritable feast of emotions- but perhaps he was why there was always a sweet aftertaste from the other emotions? The aftertaste that kept her from quitting from the lust her Boss always crammed down her throat?

" The Coffee is pretty good, right?" She beamed as she leaned forward a little to look him more in the face.

She was learning more about him! She was so excited!

" If there's one thing my job does right, it's the products we sell." She boasted in pride, riding high on his attention.

" Er... What do you mean by that?" His confusion flavored his positive thoughts like a gentle tang of a chocolate orange.

Were all of his feelings so perfectly flavored?

" Well, the management is pretty mediocre, and my boss is a little... assertive, at best."

She had thought she had worded that well enough.

But then it seeped into her.

Anger. It gently popped inside her like hot popcorn, as she told him about her boss 'forgetting' to send her the email that said the cafe was under renovations.

" Doesn't he have better things to do?" Leumin asked, the heat and the citrus mixing in an interesting flavor combo.

" That's the same thing I said!" Dotchi threw her hands into the air, noticing then that in this form she was so much shorter than him. The blush returned to her face with a small vengeance.

Was he a cuddler? Would he hold her with as much sweetness as his feelings? Would he hold onto the very core of her being, her heart, and make her feel so small in his hands?

" A-Anyways, No use crying over spilled milk... Might as well suck it up and move on, yeah?"

' You're going too far again, slow down, he's probably waiting for you to speak!'

" ... I suppose." The feelings were still there, though the sweetness soon poured over it with his happiness as he found she liked to game.

She found he was a florist, and noticed that while talking about it a small mellow flavor of the nervousness and sadness from before flavored it as he muttered something she couldn't hear.

She hoped she didn't do anything to make him upset, falling back into small contentment when the sweetness came back.

They talked until they were nearly before her house, and she looked up to him.

Gods... She hoped she wasn't being too forward for him.

" We're probably about two minutes from my place now. Would you... like to come over for some coffee?"

As she rambled at her coffee not being as good as that at the shop thanks to insufficient equipment, she could feel his excitement, which gave his feelings an excited popping feeling with his sweetness, like a Crunch Bar.

" Do you... Really not mind?" He asked.

" Not at all! I mean, you've gone out of your way to walk me home! I think a cup of coffee is the least I can do, you know?"

A not so small part of her wished she could do more for him, like maybe make him something hot to eat, or maybe get him out of his damp clothes-

But that was too far for a first meeting!

Too much!

" Well... I-If you really don't mind it, then... I accept your Kindness."

It wasn't like she wouldn't do that for others, empathy was literally what sustained her kind, but she was especially delighted at him being so nice to her as they got to her apartment building, and with a hopefulness for the future, let him inside.

#Leumin Holiday #inclement idée fixe #Dotchi #She is so down bad for this man #Just on sight #He can't hide his Yandere tendencies from her #But she don't care #She wants him happy #Doesn't even question why this man she never met is in love with her #Simply answers YES back #If he indicated he was that interested she would propose on the spot. Pathetic <3

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lemoncrushh · 5 months ago

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Wild Horses - Nine

Summary: Amber Crosby didn’t end up with the life she’d expected, but that didn’t keep her from following her dream. A young, up and coming country recording artist, she and her band set out to do just that. Trying to leave her past behind, it wasn’t until meeting Harry Styles that she realized just how her life could take a turn and alter her future forever.

A/N: Please note all portions in italics are meant to be flashbacks :).

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Chapter Nine Word Count: 5.2k+

“Don’t let me start wishin’ I was with him now…” - Julie Roberts; Break Down Here

“Amber. Guys. This is Malcolm Goodwin,” Jeff gestured to the tall man next to him who immediately offered his hand.

“Please, call me Mally,” he smiled. “Or just Mal is fine, too.”

“Hi…” Amber began before clearing her throat. “How do you do?”

“Very well, thanks,” he replied with a wink as they shook hands before moving on to shake Brendan and Johnny’s. Feeling awkward as it was, Amber blushed as she wiped her damp hand on the hip of her jeans, hoping Malcolm hadn’t noticed.

“Mally here is both a session drummer and a touring drummer. He’s played with everyone from Gavin DeGraw to Sheryl Crow to Kenny Loggins to...who else?” Jeff laughed.

“Uh...Maddie and Tae. Darius Rucker. Alicia Keys. Keith Urban...” Mally added.

“Wow,” Amber mouthed, astonished.

“Oh yeah, man, I think I saw you with Urban a few years ago. Were you playing with him in...2013? 2014?” asked Johnny.

Mally gave a wide grin as he puffed his chest with pride. “That was me.”

“Aw man. Guys,” Johnny turned to his bandmates. “This dude’s phenomenal.”

Mally and Jeff both chuckled as they eyed each other.

“Well, I’m a bit modest,” the drummer commented. “But I appreciate the compliment.”

“Well…” Amber muttered, “I’m...impressed to say the least.”

“As you should be,” confirmed Jeffrey as he gave Mally a pat on the back. “But most importantly, he’s so generously agreed to save our asses, to put it bluntly.”

Amber bit her lip as she tucked her fingers inside her pockets.

“I’ve heard all your songs,” Mally further explained. “I don’t think it’s going to be any problem getting up to speed for tonight.”

“Tonight,” Amber echoed, her voice coming from her lips quiet while the one inside her head was screaming.

Since leaving Pittsburgh early that morning, her mind had been in a whirlwind. She’d known there was a show that night in Cleveland, and she’d very much been aware that she was one band member short. But only just now had the truth really started to shine its light.

“Guys, Mal is here to help you out for now. It’s temporary to start with, okay? You can...try him out for size so to speak. If things don’t work out...no hard feelings. We’ll just find someone else. Alright?”

“Dude, I’m in,” Brendan lifted his hand which Mally instantly gave a high five.

“Same here,” echoed Johnny, joining in on the bro slaps.

The room fell silent as the men all stared at Amber. Suddenly she was back in fifth grade in the school spelling bee, all eyes upon her as she willed her brain to come up with the correct order of letters.

“Amber,” Jeffrey looked at her with raised brows, arms out and palms up. “This is your band. It’s your call.”

Biting her lip again, her head slowly began to move until she gave an enthusiastic nod. “Yes. Okay. Let’s give it a shot.”

The sound of clapping hands and whistles erupted from the front row. Harry caught the tiny grin on Amber’s face as she held the microphone, having just done a complete run-through with her band and new sit-in drummer.

“Well done, Jeffrey,” Harry elbowed his manager.

Jeff merely nodded as he continued to clap. When Amber replaced her microphone in its stand, she turned to face the drums, her back to her small but enthusiastic audience.

“I’m so happy for her,” remarked Sarah who sat to Harry’s left. “Mally’s a legend. He’ll definitely add something to the band. I mean...I think it’s safe to say, they already sound better?”

Harry nodded in agreement, a slight smirk twitching his lips. He knew what Sarah meant. She was a legendary drummer herself, as far as he was concerned. But he reckoned she wasn’t only referring to Mally’s abilities.

Harry watched the band disperse from the stage, Amber choosing to take the stairs down.

“That was wonderful!” exclaimed Clare, rising to meet her with a hug.

“Thanks,” Amber grinned shyly. “It was pretty great, wasn’t it?”

The rest of Harry’s band along with Jeffrey circled around her, giving their support and praise, adding more as Brendan and Johnny came to join them. When Mally made the group complete, everyone resumed their cheers.

“Ah, thanks guys,” he smiled modestly, his hand on his chest.

“Welcome to the tour,” Harry greeted, slipping between Amber and Clare with an extended hand. “It’s gonna sound amazing tonight.”

“Thanks, Harry,” said Mally with a firm handshake. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Who’s up for some grub?” proposed Brendan. “I’m starving!”

The group laughed as several made plans to grab a bite, the others taking off for a nap or whatever other things the afternoon had in store. When Harry noticed Amber had stayed behind, he couldn’t help but feel a little hopeful, though he was unsure exactly why. Turning to grab his hoodie from the chair, he heard her sweet, silvery voice speak one single word.

“Hi.”

“Hi yourself,” he smiled. “You’re not going?”

“To eat? Nah. Sleep sounds better.”

Harry chuckled. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

Amber shrugged. “Maybe a couple hours.”

Slipping his hoodie over his head, Harry gestured toward the exit. Amber followed alongside him.

“I need to give you your other one back,” he heard her say as he pushed open the door.

“My other what?” he asked.

“Your hoodie,” she pointed to his chest which displayed his motto.

“Oh. No,” Harry grinned. “That one’s yours.”

“Oh,” Amber mouthed as she slid past him into the sunshine. “If I’d known that, I would have slept in it. Hmm...think I might just do that.”

Spotting the awaiting car, Harry gently placed his hand on the small of her back until she slipped into the back seat. Then sliding in beside her, he nodded at the driver.

“Thanks for last night,” he heard her voice break the silence a few minutes into the drive.

“Don’t mention it, love.”

Harry listened to the sound of her breathing as he reached his hand across the seat to take hers. Giving it a squeeze, he leant his head back against the headrest. Shutting his eyes, his lips curled as he felt her squeeze back.

After the incident with Carter, and he’d reassured her he was gone, Harry had stayed in Amber’s room for another hour or two. Wiping her tears, he knew she was in for a long ride, though he’d hoped last night was the worst of it.

He’d nearly fallen asleep on her bed as he’d held her, waiting for her jagged breaths to even out. When they had, and he'd watched her drift into a deep slumber, he’d felt a certain calmness, much like he felt now beside her in the car.

He hated that he’d left her alone before she’d awakened, and part of him wanted to tell her as much, but it wasn’t because he’d wanted to leave. He’d had things of his own to settle before packing up for the road, and soon enough, it was time for her to leave as well.

Entering the back way through the hotel as they had quickly grown accustomed, Harry rode the lift up with Amber to her floor. Though Jeffrey hadn’t mentioned it since they’d arrived, Harry still felt the need to look out for her. Watching her pull out her key, he giggled when she let out a big, long yawn.

“Told ya I’m exhausted,” she blinked with heavy eyelids.

“Go to bed, sleepyhead,” he commanded, unlocking the door for her.

“Which one’s your room?” she asked when she entered. “I mean, in case I need you.”

Harry pointed to the ceiling with a frown.

“Oh,” Amber rolled her eyes. “Of course. Mr. Penthouse.”

“Heyyy.”

Amber feigned a pout, playfully poking him in the side. Leaning against the door, Harry licked his lips as Amber headed straight for the bed. It took all his power and restraint to not take another step further into the room, the need to comfort her aching through his core.

“I’m inviting you now, so you don’t get mad later and say I didn’t.”

“Inviting me to what?” Amber asked, pulling down the bedding.

“Dinner.”

Looking up with wide eyes, Amber dropped the extra pillows on the floor. “Oh. Yay! With you and Jeff?”

“No…” Harry looked down at his hands and tugged at his rings. “Just me.”

“Ohh,” Amber murmured softly as she walked around the bed and stepped closer to him. “Double yay. What time?”

“Whenever you wake up from your nap. You’ll be hungry, yeah?”

Amber nodded emphatically. “Definitely.”

“Good,” Harry grinned. “Just call or text when you’re ready.”

“What if I sleep forever?”

His lips spread wider as he felt a tiny flutter in his chest. Where the hell did that come from?

“I don’t mind waiting,” he admitted.

And somehow, he knew in that moment, that it was the absolute truth. In more ways than one.

Amber sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes red from crying for the last hour. The gentle touch of Carter’s hand on her back soothed her as she took in deep breaths. She felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, while she also worried that perhaps she shouldn’t have revealed everything to her drummer.

“It’s gonna be okay,” she heard Carter murmur.

Turning her head, she looked at his sincere face before he leaned in and kissed her lips softly. Maybe she hadn’t made a mistake in telling him.

“And I want you to know, Ambs,” he continued, “that I’ll never tell another living soul what you just told me. As long as I live.”

“Promise?” she asked with jagged breaths.

Carter lifted his hand to brush away a fallen strand of hair from her face. Looking her in the eye, he nodded.

“I promise, babe. It’s not my secret to tell, anyway.”

“And…” Amber swallowed, “you don’t judge me?”

“God, no, Ambs,” Carter scowled. “I’m actually glad you told me. It...makes me feel closer to you, if that makes sense.”

With a deep sigh, Amber lifted her arms to wrap them around Carter, pressing her face into his shoulder.

“Thank you,” she mumbled against his t-shirt.

“I’m here for you, Amber,” he declared. “Even if...if it has to be just you and me. No one else needs to know, because I’ll take care of you.”

Amber awoke to several text notifications. With a smile on her lips, she rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed, hoping at least one was from Harry, even though he’d told her to text him. Much to her dismay, however, the first notification was a long text from Carter.

Amber, I know you don’t wanna talk to me, she read, immediately closing the text.

“You’re right, I don’t,” she said aloud.

The second text was from her mother.

Just checking in. Call or text me when you get a chance.

Giving Pauline a quick reply, she told her she was headed out to dinner, and that she would call her as soon as she was free. At the end, she added that all was well. Though it was a white lie, she didn’t want her mother to worry.

The final text was fortunately from Harry. Her smile returned as she read his words.

I’ve decided to have dinner delivered to my room. Come on up when you’re ready.

Hastily typing on her phone, Amber texted him back to let him know she just woke up and would be there in a few.

I’ve just ordered. Take your time :).

With her tummy already doing somersaults at the idea of having dinner alone with Harry in his penthouse suite, Amber tossed the sheets aside and pulled off the Treat People With Kindness hoodie she’d slept in, opting for a quick shower. While she would have normally waited until after having eaten, the last thing she wanted was to show up at his door stinking to high heaven. Not that she particularly had B.O...but still.

Dressing in her most comfortable jeans with a tee and her favorite oatmeal colored cardigan, Amber spritzed herself lightly with perfume and stepped into a pair of flats. Pressing the button at the elevators, she heard a voice call her name.

“Hey, Amber, how’s it goin’?”

Twirling around, she smiled when she saw Mally, Sarah and Mitch coming towards her.

“Hey, guys. Just going to grab some dinner.”

“Oh, us too,” said Mally. “Do you wanna join us?”

“Um…” Amber hesitated. “Sorry, I actually have plans. Maybe next time?”

“Of course.”

Stepping onto the open elevator, Amber saw Mally hold the door before she frowned, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh Mal, I think she’s going up,” Sarah commented, saving the day.

“Oh!” Mally looked up at the light above the doors. “Dang, I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Amber gave a wavering smile. “See you before the show, okay?”

“You got it, babe,” Mally winked.

As the doors shut, Amber swallowed hard. She’d already decided she liked Mally. He seemed like a nice and decent guy, and he was one hell of a musician. But the last thing she needed was another drummer who called her babe.

Her thoughts momentarily - and undesirably - floated to Carter, and had it not been for the delicious aroma wafting through the open doors, she might not have noticed the elevator had stopped. Stepping out into the small foyer, she saw a man in a black vest pushing an empty cart her way. He gave her a short nod before backing into the elevator, the doors closing quietly.

“Oh, hey, you’re here. Come in, love.”

Her gaze shifting back to the open doors, Amber caught sight of a very cozy-looking Harry, clad in black sweats and a gray hoodie, his curls damp from his own apparent shower. Crossing the threshold, she took in the view of the nearby table, decked out with two place settings, candles aglow in the center. Amber wasn’t sure which of the two visions pleased her more.

“Have a seat,” she heard him say.

Blinking, she looked at Harry, then back at the table, finally choosing the chair on the right. She stared at the plate in front of her, a chicken breast covered in mushroom sauce, cheesy potatoes and asparagus that all looked and smelled delicious.

“Now, I wasn’t quite sure,” Harry announced, “but I got a bottle of wine if you wanted a glass. You certainly don’t have to partake, though.”

It was only then that Amber noticed the chill, ambient music, coming from where she wasn’t sure. It only added to the atmosphere with the early evening overcast light streaming through the sheer curtains, and Harry’s intoxicating scent as he stood next to her.

“God, Harry,” she muttered, her eyes still on her plate.

“Hmm?”

Raising her head, she saw him lift his eyebrows in question, the bottle in his hand as he uncorked it.

“I...wasn’t expecting all this.”

“What? It’s just dinner, love,” he smirked and poured a tiny bit of the red liquid into a glass. “You have to eat, right?”

“Well, it’s not my usual kind of dinner, so...thank you.”

Leaving the glass next to her plate, Harry poured himself another, much more full glass and took the seat across from her.

“How was your nap?” he inquired.

“Amazing,” she sighed. “And much needed. I think if my stomach hadn’t been growling, I might’ve kept sleeping.”

Harry smiled, lifting his wine glass. “Well, I would have missed your company, but I’d have understood. Cheers?”

Amber shifted her gaze between her wine and water glasses, finally opting for the wine. Sharing the small cocktail with Harry before the show the previous night hadn’t affected her in any negative way, so she figured this one wouldn’t either. Besides, she appreciated that while he’d only poured her a small amount, he’d also given her the option.

“Cheers,” she echoed with a grin, tapping her glass against Harry’s.

Taking a slow sip, she set it down to grab her fork and knife, ready to dive into the delicious looking chicken.

“So, how do you like Mally so far?” Harry asked.

“Oh. He’s great. Such a great drummer. And he seems very nice. I think it might work out, but I guess we’ll see tonight,” she said with wide, excited eyes.

“He is a nice guy,” Harry agreed. “Met him a couple years ago at a party. He and his wife.”

“Oh, he’s married? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. She’s lovely as well. Tamara I think is her name. Though she goes by Tam.”

“Mal and Tam,” Amber mused. “That’s cute.”

“And they have the cutest kids,” Harry added with a chuckle. “I’m sure he’ll start pulling out the pictures soon.”

After a few minutes of silence except for the sounds of chewing and swallowing, Amber decided to ask a question.

“What kind of party was it?”

“Sorry?”

“Where you met Mally. Was it a music thing?”

“Um...no,” Harry shook his head and wiped his mouth with the cloth napkin. “It was...a Hollywood party.”

“Oh,” Amber nodded, thinking about his answer. “Oh. You were with Iris then.”

“Yeah.”

Amber stared across the table as Harry dug into his own dish. She would have made another rabbit joke, but curiosity and compassion overrode her desire for humor.

“You know, Harry...you told me you’re a great listener. I am too.”

She watched his chest rise and fall before he laid down his fork and took a sip of wine.

“I’m sorry, Amber. It’s just...not really something I care to talk about right now.”

“I see.”

A slight smirk twitched his lips as he replaced his glass. “Perhaps I’ll tell you all about it one day. Right about the time you’re ready to divulge your past with Carter.”

Trying not to let his words sting, she understood his need for privacy.

“Fair enough,” she agreed.

“How about we discuss something pleasant? I remember you mentioning your family. Your baby sister. What about your mum?”

Amber shrugged, jabbing her fork into her chicken. “My mom lives in Georgia. With Laci. Her name is Pauline. She actually texted me while I was sleeping. I told her I’d call later. I’ve been slacking off a little in that department.”

“Ah, keeping in touch with your mum is important,” Harry remarked.

“Yeah I know,” Amber agreed. “Are you very close with yours?”

A wide smile spread across his face, his dimples on full display. “You really haven’t dug up that much on me, have you?”

“Why, was I supposed to?”

A loud chuckle bounced around the room, and Amber felt herself blush. “No. I just reckoned you’d heard about my fabulous mum. And my sister.”

“Oh wait, I think I have,” confessed Amber. “What’s her name again?”

“Gemma. And my mum’s Anne Twist.”

“That’s right! That does sound familiar. I’m sorry, Harry. Other than your music, and a little bit about One Direction, I haven’t really been keeping up. I guess I...just don’t like the idea of snooping into celebrities’ personal lives.”

“That’s fine. And commendable actually,” Harry said.

“Plus...I guess I’ve just been so busy with the band that I haven’t been paying much attention to anything else.” With a pause, she remembered something that made her giggle. “I did see the One Direction movie, though. With my cousin, Faith.”

“Ah, then you have seen my mum,” Harry commented. “She’s in it.”

“Oh! Of course! The gorgeous brunette lady!” exclaimed Amber with wide eyes.

“That’s her.”

Amber sat back in her chair, her eyes taking in Harry’s face. “No wonder…” she muttered.

The dimples made a momentary reappearance as Harry lifted his fork to his mouth, his eyes dancing.

“Well, I love my mom,” Amber circled back around, “and I miss her. But I don’t miss Perry.”

“Perry?”

“That’s the podunk town I’m from.”

“Oh,” Harry chuckled, no doubt at her descriptive word. “What about your dad?”

Amber frowned, dropping her shoulders. Taking a moment to linger, not sure how to answer the loaded question, she sipped on her red wine, letting it coat her throat. Then setting down the glass, she fingered the cloth napkin in her lap.

“My dad and I...don’t have the best relationship. He and my mom split when I was a little girl. I would see him on weekends until I got to high school. Then it turned into once in a while, and finally not at all.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry said sincerely though his expression was stoic. “I understand.”

Resuming his chewing, Harry didn’t ask any more questions, much to Amber’s relief. While she definitely was not in the mood to discuss her history with Carter, she was also not ready to go down the father route either. Like Harry had said...maybe one day. But today was not that day.

After dinner, Harry invited Amber to join him on the sofa where he grabbed his guitar and quietly began to strum, the lo-fi music now extinguished. Almost like clockwork, the man from earlier returned to collect the dirty dishes, placing them on the cart before leaving once again. Amber watched him from the corner of her eye, though she didn’t question it aloud. Things like that she knew she could get used to, though she would never take for granted, and knowing Harry for the short time she had, she figured he didn’t either.

When Harry began to play chords to a song she knew well, she sat up with delight, a smile beaming on her face.

“You know my songs!” she exclaimed with joy.

“Just the one,” Harry grinned shyly. “And a wee bit of another one. That song you sing acoustically until the band kicks in.”

“Oh my gosh,” Amber placed her hand on her chest. “I’d love to hear you play it.”

“Actually, I was rather hoping you would.”

Sucking in her lips, Amber tried not to blush as Harry handed her his guitar. Tossing the strap over her head, she rested the six string on her knee before taking the pick from him. Then plucking the strings, she gently began to sing her own song - one that was near and dear to her heart. When she reached the part where the band would usually kick in, Harry began to sing harmonies, lightly tapping his hands on his thighs. Amber couldn’t help the elation she felt rising in her chest as she watched him, the sound they made together echoing through the suite. As the song began to build, the emotion did too, and she felt a tiny tear trickle down her cheek. When she finished the final chord, her voice ringing out long after the vibrato was complete, she exhaled slowly, holding the guitar neck with one hand as she wiped the tear with the other.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Harry affirmed, his voice warm and syrupy.

“Whew,” Amber sounded. “Thanks. I haven’t sung it that way in...a long time.”

“I reckon that’s how it should be sung. I mean...if I’m allowed to say.”

“Really?”

Harry shrugged. “I just felt that a little more - the emotion coming from you. I like the other way too, with the band. But I think you may want to consider performing it acoustically sometime. Just you and the guitar.”

Amber bit her lip. She had considered that, in fact, when she’d first written it. “It was...Carter’s idea to do it that way, with the band. He said it sounded too sleepy and desperate the other way.”

Harry hummed, and even without the eye roll that Amber knew he was holding back, his opinion was clear. Removing the strap, Amber handed him his guitar and pick, pushing her hair from her face.

“I guess I should probably go,” she announced. “It’s about time to get to the venue.”

“Thank you for joining me, Amber,” said Harry as he rested his guitar against the arm of the couch. “It was a lovely dinner.”

“God, no, thank you! For inviting me, and for the delicious meal and...everything.” Amber rose from the sofa before Harry could protest, reaching the double doors that the waiter (or whomever he was) had shut behind him.

“Well, you’re very welcome,” she heard him say behind her before he came to rest his palm against the closed door. “Amber.”

“Hmm?” she asked, lifting her head to meet his green eyes. As usual, she found herself wanting to swim in them, and she knew she could have if he hadn’t spoken again.

“Are you doing okay?” With the tenderness of a dove, he placed his hand on her arm, where her bruise still lay hiding beneath her cardigan.

“Of course.”

“I mean, I know it’s only been a day. Not even twenty-four hours yet. But I just wanna make sure you’re-”

“I’ll be fine, Harry,” Amber interrupted in haste. Then looking down at her hands she picked at her nearly gone nail polish. “You’ve helped a lot, really. Everything you’ve done for me has helped me in...more ways that I can express.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

“I have to be honest with myself though,” Amber added. “And with you. I know I’m not completely okay yet. It’s gonna take a while. But I’ll be fine. As long as you’re here.”

Without really meaning to, Amber lifted her other hand to cover Harry’s that had remained on her arm. Giving it a squeeze, she let it go and turned the doorknob, her eyes still lost in his.

“I’ll see you backstage,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded. “See ya in a bit.”

Turning for the elevator, Amber pressed the button, whispering one last goodbye before stepping inside. Feelings and emotions surrounded her as her stomach seemed to float while the elevator descended. Taking a deep breath, she returned to her room. Having left her phone there, she decided to check for any new messages. But all that had been added were more from a name she no longer wished to see printed on the screen.

“God, why can’t you leave me alone?” she groaned.

Sitting down on the bed, she was prepared to block his number, but once again, curiosity got the better of her, and she began to read.

Amber, I know you don’t wanna talk to me. But I hope you’ll at least read this. Because I have a lot to say.

I want you to remember how we used to be. How you used to come crying to me, or knocking on my door in the middle of the night because you were scared or lonely. You needed me, Amber. And you still need me. And I think you know that. No matter what you say, we belong together.

I know more about you than anybody. I get you. You said so yourself. How can you just throw that away? How can you kick me out of the band when we built it together? I don’t understand, Amber.

And then when I came to talk to you last night, you had Styles in your room, and you wouldn’t even talk to me! You seem to be all over him now. How do you think that makes me feel? That’s why I got angry. God Amber, I gave you everything! I didn’t wanna hurt you. I never meant to hurt you. I thought it was just you and me. I thought you wanted that.

Please talk to me, babe. Please let me back in. I miss you. I miss us. Please. I know you miss me too.

Wiping the tears from her eyes that she’d just realized had fallen, Amber read the last text that he’d sent just recently, most likely when she was in Harry’s room.

Fine. I see now. Thanks for making me look like a fucking fool, Amber. I can’t believe I ever cared, because you obviously never cared about me. Have a good life.

Clearing her throat, Amber tossed her phone onto her bed and let herself weep. Big, angry tears came falling down her cheeks, landing in her lap and on her favorite sweater. She cried for several minutes, letting all of her emotions free, like an exorcism.

The hardest part of all, she admitted to herself, was that Carter was right. He was right about a lot of things. They had built the band together. She had come to his room crying when she needed someone. He did know more about her than anyone. And she had needed him.

But not anymore. He was no longer in the band. She no longer ran to his room in the middle of the night. So what if he knew her secrets? He didn’t own her. And she most definitely didn’t need him.

Not anymore.

Rising from the bed, she went to the bathroom and grabbed several tissues to blow her nose and wipe her eyes. Then grabbing her phone from the bed, she tossed it into her handbag on the way out the door.

Right after blocking Carter’s number.

The energy felt different. Amber couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but somehow the buzz from the crowd seemed electric. She could sense it throughout the entire arena, like the feeling that people were actually there for her, and excited to see her perform.

The first song went off perfectly, the audience cheering louder than she’d remembered from previous shows. When she turned and saw Mally counting off the second song, she beamed with delight, thrilled to play her newest single with her new drummer.

It was after the third song that she finally felt the tension release from her body. Not the nerves from playing in front of a large crowd, nor the nerves from playing with a new drummer. But the tension from the last twenty-four hours - or rather, the last couple years.

Pausing to introduce the next song, Amber had an idea. Stepping closer to the drum kit, she waved over Brendan and Johnny.

“Hey guys. I know this is last minute. But remember when I used to sing this song acoustically?”

“Yeah, you wanna try it now?” asked Johnny incredulously.

“Do you mind? I mean, can you back me up if it goes wrong? Step in if I flub it all to shit?”

“Shit yeah, Ambs!” exclaimed Brendan.

Looking up at Mally, Amber saw him give her an assuring wink. “Got your back, babe.”

Sucking in her lips, Amber turned back toward the mic, gingerly strumming the opening chords.

“So this is one of my favorite songs,” she announced. “On the record, it’s got the full band, but...tonight I’d like to sing it the way it was written.”

The crowd cheered as she took a deep breath.

“This is for someone special,” she added.

When her set was over, Amber felt elated, energized, exhilarated, exhausted....and any other word she could think of that started with E. Stepping into the wings, she caught sight of the shadow before his arms wrapped her into a warm hug.

“I’ve never been more proud,” he murmured against her hair.

“That was for you,” she declared against his chest.

Pulling back, Harry lifted her chin to look at him. His eyes dancing, even in the dim lights, he brought his other hand up to cup her cheek, his calloused fingers giving her goosebumps.

“No, my love,” he shook his head. “That was all for you.”

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Hi bestie all I’m thinking abt is bee girl spending Christmas with Steve and all of her new friends and by then she really knows all of them and it’s softness 🥺

man have i been saving this one! here's a little taste of christmas in the no good at waiting au with bee girl and steve having a christmas movie marathon with all of their friends!

fluff, [0.8k],a no good at waiting one-shot | au masterlist___

"I can't believe you've never been here," Will says, mouth half-full of popcorn. He looks a little sheepish, then swallows. "I guess we spend a lot of time at New-Bee's when we hang out with you." You're both standing in the Wheeler's kitchen, arms full of snacks to bring down to your friends for Christmas movie night.

"Eddie said that you guys play DnD here still, right?"

Will nods. "Yeah, our own campaigns. This is where we started playing back when we were really young. We do Hellfire at school, though." He's a good kid, first to volunteer to help you carry everything back down. The only reason Steve isn't up here helping you is because he's the last one to arrive -- his task is getting the tapes from the video store in town.

"Lucas told me that you just finished a really good one, right?" you ask him.

"He won't admit it, but it was the best one yet," Lucas says from the basement door. "You guys were taking a long time. Do you need help?" You're about to brush him off but then the doorbell rings.

"That's probably Steve," you say. "Here, take this down and we'll be right there." Lucas takes the candy you're holding and he and Will head down the stairs.

"Coming!" you holler at the front door. When you pull it open you're greeted with a scowling Steve who brightens at the sight of you.

"Gonna let me in?" he says. "It's cold as shit out here. All my best parts are gonna freeze off."

You beckon him inside and laugh. "Nah, your nose looks fine." His smile turns back to a scowl and you can't help but kiss him. "Hi," you say softly.

"Hi yourself," he says back, kissing you again, this time a little slower. "Everyone else here already?" You nod.

"Just got the snacks together. What tapes did you snag?" He holds out the plastic bag for you to take. He strips off his coat and hat and toes off his boots as you look through it.

"A Christmas Story, White Christmas, The Snowman...Gremlins? Steve, really?"

"Just watch, honey, they're gonna vote for that one. Trust me." You reach out to fix his mussed hair.

"Guys, stop making out and bring us the movies!" Robin calls up the stairs. Steve rolls his eyes and heads down, you on his heels. What you find in the Wheeler's basement warms your heart. There are too many of you for the couch and the chairs, so everyone is sprawled out on blankets and pillows, too. Robin has claimed an armchair for herself, Eddie leaning on her legs in front of it. Jonathan and Nancy are on one corner of the couch and Mike and El on the other. Dustin and Will are in another corner entirely, talking about something DnD related, and Lucas and Max are throwing M&Ms into each other's mouths on the armchair they're squeezed into together.

Your little family. You love every single one of them so much. And the boy in front of you is no exception. It feels like you love Steve more and more every day.

"Finally!" Dustin cries. "Alright, it's voting time."

What ensues is the most serious display of democracy you've ever seen. When the vote swings for Gremlins, Steve sends you a look, eyebrows raised like I told you so. He pops the movie in the VCR and sits next to you on the piece of the floor you two have claimed for yourselves. He raises his arm and you move into his side, breathing him in. He smells like his loft -- detergent and aftershave and something earthy.

"Having fun?" he whispers. His lips brush the shell of your ear and you shiver. "Sorry I was late."

"S'okay," you whisper back. "Can I stay at yours tonight?" Not an out of the ordinary ask by any means, but you haven't seen him all day and you really want to hold him tonight. You seem to spend most nights there these days, anyway. But you secretly think that he likes you asking, likes you reminding him that you want to be around him all the time.

"Why, you think you're gonna get lucky?" he teases. El's socked foot pushes on his shoulder as she hushes him. He sticks his tongue out at her.

"Am I not?" you say, softer this time. Even in the dark of the basement you see his cheeks heat. Steve Harrington, cocky until you flirt back, and then he folds. He kisses your temple, nose in your hair. His hand runs up and down your arm and you settle your own on this thigh.

"Nah, it's me who's the lucky one," he says against your skin. You shush him before El can kick him again and rest your head on his shoulder. You're both lucky, you think. You get to have this forever.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x fem!reader #no good at waiting #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington au

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fantasy-fields-bitty-center · 5 months ago

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Hello, it's me again! I plan on adopting a Beeper from @bugsybitties, but first I need some bee bitties for them to look after! I'll take as many that want to come home with me.

As a reminder the bitties I currently own are a lemon berry, two puddle slimes, and a honey slime from you guys, a Snowy from my own shop, and a dandelioness, an umeka, and a Yukiki from @alphamamalioness. And, you know, hopefully a Beeper soon.

- @himesbittycenter

BEE TIME BABEEEEE theres a lot lmao sorry

All of these bitties formed a colony(or a hive) together, and they need a place that’s willing to take them all as none of them want to split up lol

Bumble(Undertale Sans Bee): This bitty goes by Hicker currently, and he has the Fall morph, making him mostly brown with some spots of orange and red, he's a rescue but has had enough therapy(and a really good support system in his massive hive) that he can handle himself just fine, he does guard his honey but does trust his hivemates around it by now, and knows they wont take to much, as his old owners used to take all his honey, either forgetting or not caring that he too eats the honey, hes dating Isaac, and has been for a long time, he was one of the main reasons he made it through everything when he was first rescued, his honey is a deep red orange and has a bit of 'bite', it's a lil spicy, not even Isaac knows how tf he makes it spicy, he's 5 inches tall,

Bumble(Undertale Sans Bee): She calls herself Peony, and loves peony and rose flowers, though she likes any flowers pretty much, she has the Spring morph, making her a soft greed with pastel pink, purple, and red flower patterns, along with vines that are a darker green, shes very social but likes to have her own space, and she loves mixing flowers into her honey! Giving it a much sweeter taste! It also has a bit of a purpleish blue tent to it, shes been with Rose for a few months, coming up on a year soon, and they love each other even more than when they started dating, she's 4 inches tall, making her shorter than average,

Bumble(Undertale Sans Bee): He goes by Isaac, and is about your average Bumble, often spending time lounging or making honey, he has eldritch eyes and polycoria, making him look pretty overworldly, though his hive doesn’t care anymore, he's been with Hicker for a long, long time, and loves him more than words can say, they live together and don’t even mind their honey mixing together, though his honey is a light golden color and is a nice sweet flavor, he's 7 inches tall, making him taller than average,

Bomb(UnderFell Sans Bee): Her name is Rose, lovingly named after her girlfriend Peony, though shes one of the sassiest bitties in the hive and has 'bad bitch' energy, but in a sundress bc she things she looks good in them, she loves decorating her and Peony's hive and loves making things to decorate with even more! Her honey is a deep red, and shes proud of that fact! She's 6 inches tall,

Hemi(UnderSwap Sans Bee): His name is Parker, and he has the heart eyed and the mask morph, he's kinda like the mail man, making sure everyone is up to date on any info and can fly the fastest out of everyone here, being able to zip around to everyone with ease, and the black mask marking makes it easier for him to see during the day! his honey is surprisingly low in carbs, sugar, and fats, and super energizing! Like, how did he make an energy drink honey?? Even he recommends it for breakfast for a good start to the day! He's 3 inches tall,

Hemi(UnderSwap Sans Bee): She goes by Tera, she has the Beast morph making her much bigger, she's dating Brutis and they are the ones that help make the hives they live in, and she's the queen bee, if anything happens she'll know about it first, she does her best keeping peace, though there are other peace keepers in the hive as well, her honey is a royal purple color it has healing properties and she shares it often, especially if someone is hurt, she's 7 inches tall, making her MUCH taller than average,

Aurico(SwapFell Sans Bee): She's goes by Arura, and has the Off color and Darkbones morphs, making her bones a dark black and her fur/fluff looks like galazies, and she has the Dull eyed morph as well, and she has no eyelights, she's been adopted by Tera and Brutis and thinks very highly of herself, though prides herself most in her almost glowing royal blue honey, it has healing properties in it(she learned out to do that from Tera ofc) and often shares it like her mother, she cares deeply for her and wants to be just like her one day! Even if she has to leave the hive and make her own! She's 4 inches tall,

Apis(Undertale Papyrus Bee): His name is Harlow, and has taken to greeting outsiders of the hive and even foraging outside of their territory, making him one of the main recourse gatherers when it comes to thinks outside of the hives area, he's kind and carring and has brought back many a lost or lonely bitty, though they're always vetted and watched closely, he's kind! But not the best when it comes to figuring out if someone isnt as kind as well, his honey is a nice orangey yellow color, though he doesn’t make as much honey as your average bee bitty, he's 7 inches tall,

Apis(Undertale Papyrus Bee): They go by Alex, and does a lot of watching from high up, they have the best eyesight out of the group, almost comparable to that of a hawk! So they've been appointed to be on watchout! They rarely make honey but when they do it’s a pretty red color and almost tastes like wine, and is actually just as alcaholic as wine, though they make sure no one has to much at once, just to make sure, they're 8 inches tall,

Apis(Undertale Papyrus Bee): It goes by Bark, it is a loner and prefers to be by itself, though it will be affectionate when it wants to, it usually chills in it's hive and makes honey or does some craft or DIY, honestly if anyone wants some furniture they uaually go to Bark for it, he's one of the best carpenters in the hive! If not the best point blank, it's honey is more waxy as it likes to use it to finish furniture, but it's like a nice butter too, depending on how cold it is, it's 7 inches tall,

Fera(UnderFell Papyrus Bee): He goes by Brutis, and he has the Beast morph, making him much bigger, he's the king of the hive by association as he's dating Tera, he's protective of his and Tera's hive, he was a rescue and had an old hive that was wiped out by a bear(they're small bitties! And the bear wanted their honey-) making him over protective of his hive, he has scars though they've healed and he used to work out to the point of hurting himself, though he doesn’t anymore, Tera makes sure about that, his honey is a red hot color, and almost looks molten, it tastes spicy and gives a massive energy boots and gives an effect almost like steroids(though not as bad) so he doesn’t share much, nor make much, he loves the taste! But eating it a lot can be harmful, he's 12 inches tall,

Talis(UnderSwap Papyrus Bee): She goes by Jennie and has the Beast morph as well as the Crystal morph, her crystals are actually bees wax!! she loves making candles, bitty sized? Sure! Human sized? Give her a bit on that one lol, she loves to mix things into her beeswax to make her candles smell good too! Her honey is usually just beeswax, though she loves making it taste sweet and look pretty! She somehow finds new ways to make it pretty colors every time she makes honey again! She stands at 13 inshes tall,

Talis(UnderSwap Papyrus Bee): Her name is Ethel, and she's Albino! She's a ghostly blue with soft pink spots on the her palms, the bottom of her feet, and on the base of her abdomen(the bee one) and up her spine a bit, and her eyelights are a dull soft pink as she also has the Dull eyed morph, she's super sensitive to the sun so usually just stays inside, her favorite hobby is basket weaving, though she'll also sew and makes a lot of the clothes for the hive! Her honey is a peachy color and she can turn it into a solid, it feels kind of like amber! And she loves basically glassblowing with it making pretty bowls and vases and things! She stands at 7 inshes tall,

Talis(UnderSwap Papyrus Bee): He goes by Zee, and he has the Clown morph, his markings are black and white making him look like a Juggalo! And he is a Juggalo too, usually listening to music while he woodworks and whittles, he's a total sweetheart but he does have a special interest in things like murder, serial killers, cannibalism, and other morbid things, but he's still just as sweet as ever, his honey is a blood red color and he loves using the red wax it makes for finishing/polishing his wood projects, it tastes a little metallic(he's not a carrion bee- so no one really knows where it gets that taste and he wont tell anyone lol), he stands at 8 inches tall,

Rodo(SwapFell Papyrus Bee): Her name is Anna and she has the Vampiric morph, and makes her honey out of blood because of it, as the center we just give her blood bags(well, they're small- she doesn’t need a massive amount- but still) but she's also willing to take plasma, she can always add something else to her honey to make it taste better anyway, she likes joining Zee on his Juggalo activities, aka listening to music and getting a lil drunk or a lil high, she also has the Off color morph making her a black and red color, and she has the Eyeliner morph as well, making it look like she did some gothic type makeup, which is good since she prefers to dress gothic anyway! though victorian gothic(those vibes at least), Her honey is a blood red of course and tastes metallic, though she can tell that Zee doesn’t use any blood to make his blood lol, her and Rav are lovers, she stands at 8 inches tall,

Corum(Undertale Gaster Bee): His name is Callen, and he's the resident librarian along with his husband Icker, he also loves to bake, so usually has something like honey glazed rolls or something like that, he loves using his honey in his cooking and baking! Though his honey is just normal honey, but that’s not a bad thing at all! He stands at 7 inches tall,

Corum(Undertale Gaster Bee): She goes by Rav and she has the Halloween morph, making her black with purple web markings over most of her body and orange web like patterns making it look like she has web eyeliner around her eyes, she's dating Anna and she loves her goth girlfriend <3 she also loves to dress goth, though she also loves showing off her markings, so tends to wear more fishnets or just more modern goth in general, her honey is a blood red color as she likes helping make honey for Anna, so it does have some blood in it, though she loves the taste anyway, she stands at 6 inshes tall, making her shorter than average,

Calatus(UnderFell Gaster Bee): He goes by Harlem, and is a HUGE true crime fan and loves anything to do with the supernatural, he'd never admit it though, preferring to keep it on the 'down low', till someone mentions his favorite show and he starts rambling again lol, he's a total sweetheart but just hates admitting it, but he's not an asshole to 'make up' for it either, he's 8 inches tall and his honey is pretty normal in color, though he does like adding fruit juices to make it more red in color,

Calatus(UnderFell Gaster Bee): His name is Vance, he's a rescue and is one anxious boio, he tries his best to be confadient but ends up just sticking near Harlem(who he has a massive crush on, but he wont admit it to Harlem), and he usually just goes along with whatever Harlem wants to do, he's picked up Harlem's habit of putting fruit juice in his honey too, though he likes making it purple, but that’s mostly because he likes blackberries a lot lol, he's 5 inches tall as he was stunted due to malnutrition,

Humbee(UnderSwap Gaster Bee): He goes by Jera and is dating Goliath, they've been together for years and he loves cooking for him! Though he likes cooking for anyone, and besides, Goliath loves cooking with him too! He loves to bake too and is usually watching any kiddos that might be around, with the help of Goliath of course, though he's much less scary than his lover lol, he loves mixing things into his honey to make it all sorts of pretty colors and good tastes! He's 5 inches tall,

Frater(SwapFell Gaster Bee): She goes by Vio, and is kinda like Brutis and Tera's maid, though she has as much free time as she wants, all she does is make sure their hive is clean and will sometimes cook for them as well, she's actually the youngest and Tera often treats her more like a second daughter than a maid, and Brutis isnt to far behind her with that lol, so don’t be surprised if they adopt her at some point, she's 5 inches tall,

Frater(SwapFell Gaster Bee): He goes by Esker and is a bit of a loner, though you wouldn’t know that if you saw him near his husband Gregory, he and his husband run a bar and grill, though he prefers baking and cooking for it, liking to use his honey to make the foods and treats sweeter, though he's a little picky on who he likes, but he wouldn’t refuse them service if they arent being rude or something, he's 6 inches tall,

BONUS BITTIES?? FUCK YEAH:

Charcoal(Fell Grillby): He goes by Gregory, and loves his husband Esker enough to 'play nice' with the muffets around lol, he runs a lil bar and grill with his husband and he loves it more than anything(say for Esker of course lol), and is more than happy to just do that, ignoring the muffets, he loves making his honey alcoholic and it's really popular in their hive, he's 9 inches tall,

Bahulu(FellSwap Grillby): His name is Icker, and he is the resident librarian with his husband Callen, He's a bee varient and he's fluffy! Though the fluff is under his fire, he doesn’t care much for honey but happily makes some for Callen, often making it a few different ways so his husband can experiment with it with his baking, he's 8 inches tall,

Coal(Horror Grillby): She goes by Scarlet and shes a rescue taken in by the hive with her boyfriend Tyler, she has trouble making enough honey to even last a week on her own, she used to have to overwork herself just to make enough for one day, and of course that wasn’t exactly something she could keep up with- and her previous owner, who just wanted to use their bee bitties for their honey, didn’t like the lack of honey she could make- so threw her out, she was running around for a few weeks before she met Tyler who took her in, though he ran way from his previous owners, but after they returned to the center they joined the hive they're in today and are doing much better! She stands at 7 inches tall and seems to be stunted,

Gelato(Tale Nice cream guy): He seems to be some bee ice elemental variant hybrid, we arent really sure whats up with that- but he goes by Icey and loves to make frozen honey treats! Usually making more in the summer or when it's hot out, and he usually hangs out with Usirus, who he's got a big crush on, and he tries flirting with him but Usirus is a little oblivious lol, his honey is usually a blue color but will sometimes be flavored and have different colors too, he stands at 7 inches tall,

Burger(Tale Burger pants): he goes by Osirus and has a massive fucking crush on Icey, though he's basically convinced himself that he wouldn’t like him back lol, it has been the reason for a lot of facepalms, he likes helping Icey hand out his treats since it makes him happy, though he doesn’t realize him wanting to help him makes him just as happy if not even more happy lol, he'll sometimes flavor his honey and gift it to Icey as a way to flirt, though Icey is a little oblivious to the fact it's ment to be a flirt lol, he stands at 5 inches tall,

Killer(Killer Sans): He's a rescue and is anxious as fuck, he goes by Frankie and usually stays near his best friend(and crush) Edwin, he's been diagnosed with anxiety and ptsd and therapy has helped him but it's not going anywhere, though he's still in therapy(and can continue for free after adopted with the same therapist), his honey is black and he doesn’t know why, it freaks him out a bit and Edwin has to remind him that it's normal(he doesn’t quite believe him but he trust Edwin), he's 4 inches tall,

Ash(Horror Sans): He's a rescue and goes by Edwin, he usually stays by his best friend Frankie, wanting to protect him and make sure he's ok, one day he hopes he can help his best friend finally relax, he cares deeply for him(and might have a bit of a crush on him) and wants him to just feel happy, he doesn’t think he's seen him smile in years- they both came from a very abusive household so he's taken it apon himself to make sure that wont ever happen again, he stands at 15 inches tall,

???((unknown au) Muffet bitty): We arent sure where she game from- but shes a bee spider Muffet bitty, we have no idea what au shes from, and she goes by Hivy(hive-E) and is a total sweetheart! She loves gardening and does her best to help with it, usually growing bitty sized plants or plants like blue berries so they can actually lift them lol, shes a fluffy pastel pink with pastel blue bands and she stands at 8 inches tall,

Guilt(Fell Chara): They go by Chicho, and seems to be latino?(though that has nothing to with their name, say for them naming themselves after a fuckin churro that they mispronounced once lol), they have tanner skin than the average Chara bitty, they see Ingo, Ty, and Kira as their siblings, often doing their best to help Kira and Ty with their peacekeeping adventures, they stand at 3 inches tall,

Coco(Tale Chara): They go by Ingo, and see Chicho, Kira, and Ty as siblings, they don’t care as much about the peacekeeping as their siblings, but that’s mostly because pretty much everyone gets along well enough that they don’t feel the need to worry about it, they love mixing chocolate into their honey and tends to chill off a bit watching their siblings, but will help if they need to, they stand at 5 inches tall,

Pliant(Fell Frisk): They go by Ty, and see Chicho, Kira, and Ingo as their siblings, them and Kira have taken it apon themselves to be peacekeepers of the hive, though they also help around when needed like with news, gardening, or if someone just needs some help with something in general, they stand at 5 inches tall,

Passive(Tale Frisk): They go by Kira, and see Chicho, Ty, and Ingo as their siblings, they're effectively mute, they can speak if they want to but just don’t, often making small noises instead(one of the only reasons we know they can speak, that and them calling a speech therapist a bitch- that was interesting lmfao), they stand at 6 inches tall,

King(Fell Asgore): He's a bee varient(ofc) and he goes by Goliath, and his dating Jera, he has a massive soft spot for kids and does his best to not spook them, though he has skull and bone patterning in his fur, so it's not the easiest not to spook them- and he's not exactly small at 18 inches tall, being the tallest in the hive(hence his name) and is also very protective of his hive too, though he's even more protective of his lover Jera,

Fluffybun(Tale Asgore): He goes by Tyler and is a rescue, though he found his girlfriend Scarlet on they way before finding the hive, he's extra fluffy and makes sure Scarlet has all the honey she could want, since she has trouble making enough on her own, and before he met her he ran way from his previous owners, who werent very kind, often hurting him and other bitties(he made sure every other bitty got out before he left too, getting the brunt of it as he got caught before getting out), but he's doing much better now-a-days and is still a happy go lucky goof ball, he's extra fluffy and often has to trim his fluff so he can see, though Scarlet usually does it for him now, he's 10 inches tall,

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little-bitty-froggy · 2 years ago

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Cg(s)- Eddie Dear+Frank Frankly

Little(s) - Julie Joyful

Age- 5

It was a nice spring earning and Julie, Eddie, and Frank were outside in a nice flowery field catching or just watching bugs.

Frank and Eddie don't really get much time together due to Eddie being a mail man so they thought this would be the perfect time to hang out together. On the way there they met Julie skipping around and being her usual self. “HAY JULIE”. Eddie yelled crossing the street. “Hm”? Julie turned around to see her best friend Frank and his boyfriend. “Hiya fellas, whatcha doing”? “Oh, we're just going down to the flower field to look at some bugs and to catch up on things”. Frank said with a smile holding a small leather bag that he carries around for his books and notes. “OOOOO~ that sounds like a lata fun. Can I tag along”? “Sure why not”. Eddie giggled turning to his boyfriend. “Is that ok with you hun”? “Sure I don't see why not.” “YAAAAY~”!!! Julie jumped with joy as she ran over the boys.

—Time skip cause i’m too lazy——

They had made it to a big field of flowers of all different kinds, peonies, tulips, windflowers little rose bushes on the sides, etc. There were many different bugs to look at. Butterflies, bees, Beatles, spiders, etc.

Julie giggled as she ran threw the flower patches. “Guys look, these ones are orange and yellow too, just like my horns”. She said pointing at the tulips and then right back to her horns.

“It sure does”. Eddie gasped. “FRANK LOOK, this one's orange”. Eddie pointed to an orange and black butterfly. “Ooooo~ that's a mark butterfly”. Frank said looking very happy to be talking about his interests.

Meanwhile, Julie was in her own little world chasing the bugs and nationally falling over the ruts of an occasional tree here and there.

“Oof, dat one really hurt”. She quickly put her hands on her mouth and looked over at frank and Eddie laughing at each other in the distance. “Thank god they didn’t here dat”. She groaned (“i cant regress now, I’m with my friends right now. Ooo- but what will they say if they find out”). Everything was flooding her head till she started spacing out.

“Julie”? “Hay Juuuulieeeee, you ok”. “Hu, oh ya m fine”. Julie said trying not to sound so kiddish even thought thats her hole personality but today she was a little off. Her voice was a tad bit higher and she kinda slurred her words. “You sure cause we’ve been calling you for like two minutes now”? Frank sounded a bit worried. “Mhm, m fine, ima be ight back”. Julie then got up and started walking. She didn’t know where she was going, she just new she wanted to get away from the couple.

“Oof”. “Owy, owy, owy��! Julie cries, slowly turning into sobs. “JULIE”!!The boys cried out. “Are you ok”. Eddie says running over to the mentally younger. Julie is still sobbing uncontrollably. “Shh shh, hay everything’s gunna to be ok”. “M-m-m-m sowry”. Her sobs slowly turned into soft cries. “Theres no reason to be sorry, you just had a little accident, your ok, hehe”. Eddie reassures her. “M- what do you want me to do ki—oooh hehe”. Julie looks over at frank making grabby hands towards him. Frank gets down to her level.”are you little right now”. “Mhm” she blushes hiding her face from the two mentally older boys. ”Why didn’t you tell us”. “Cause is didn wan you to e weiwded out. I didn wan you to stwap bein m fwend”. Julie started to tear up. “I don’t know if you know this already but”. Julie looks up at Eddie. Eddie takes out a small stuffed bear and an orange,yellow,blue pacifier. “Im an age regressor too. Well a flip”. “Same here, and when where both small Howdy comes and takes care of us”. The two mentally boys looked over at Julie as she’s giggling ind stimming.

“Now, can we go catch buofwies”.

“Yes, yes, we can”.

Im so sorry that it took me so long.school has been tough cause i had a bunch of tests, but tysm for the request this was a lot of fun to make, especially with some of my headcanons.:)

#sfw agere #welcome home agere #welcome home arg #welcome home #frank frankly #eddie dear #Julie joyful

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wildrangers · 2 years ago

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If You're a Bird, I'm a Bird / Ryan Lindgren

Word Count: 4.6K

Enemies(ish) to Friends to Lovers

Warnings: *MINORS DNI* Smut (oral {f receiving}, protected sex, mild dirty talk, praise kink), cursing, drinking, mentions of previous toxic relationship

In the time Hanna finished showing you around her and Adam’s first home together, the housewarming party was in full swing. “It’s beautiful, but really, we both know why I’m here” you replied, grinning at the annoyance in her face.

“Fine, let’s go find Stewie” she replied and you followed as she led you into the main living area.

You spotted Adam caught up in conversation with who you assumed were some of his teammates. A small yip caught your attention as the small puppy you’d been looking for flew towards you.

“Stewie Doo!” you cheered, leaning down to scoop him up. “Watch the makeup, dude” you laughed as he began kissing your face.

“Y/N! I didn’t see you get here, how are you?” Adam asked, giving you a hug. Before you could answer, a man’s voice called out, “I can’t believe you left me dude!”

You glanced up to see a bearded guy smiling at Stewie, who began wiggling in excitement.

“Hey, I just got him” you joked, holding the puppy closer. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Alexis” he grinned, hand outstretched to shake yours. Hanna must have trusted you two would get along because she and Adam left to make their rounds.

“I’m guessing you play with Adam?” you asked, glancing over to the group of guys he’d separated himself from while attempting to steal Stewie back.

“Yup, how do you know the happy couple?”

Conversation flowed easily between you as you told him funny stories from when you and Hanna had worked together. Turned out Hanna was right in assuming you two would be fast friends. “Want to meet some of the other guys?”

“Sure” you smiled, grateful for an in with a group since you didn’t know anyone there but Hanna and Adam.

“Guys! This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Key, Ryan, and Braden” he said, pointing to each guy as he said their name.

“Nice to meet you all” you smiled before setting down a newly whining Stewie who bee-lined it for Ryan. “Here I thought Alexis was the competition for Stewie’s affection.”

“Nah, me and Stewie here go way back” he quipped and you laughed. You quickly stopped when he didn’t join you; maybe you’d misread his tone. Awkward silence descended until Alexis, thankfully, started up the conversation again.

Several hours later, your mind wandered back to the party as you drove home. You’d easily gotten along with the guys, except for Ryan, who didn’t say a single word to you following that initial, awkward encounter. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be at too many other gatherings that Hanna and Adam hosted.

***

“Maybe you can talk to her this time, yeah?” Alexis teased Ryan causing his frown to deepen.

“Oh, fuck off Laf” he grumbled, walking away as his teammate laughed.

“Need anything in here?” Ryan offered as he entered the kitchen.

“Boys giving you a hard time?” Hanna questioned, probably noting his blush reddened cheeks.

“If you and Foxy hadn’t insisted Y/N and I would hit it off, maybe I would have acted half normal when I met her” he sighed.

“We didn’t mean to freak you out! I just thought you two could be a good match but she would absolutely murder me if I even suggested it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, when we first met, she’d just gotten out of a really shit relationship, so the timing sucked. And the better I got to know her the more I learned she hated being set up with people. Another coworker tried and she ghosted the guy out of spite.”

Ryan felt his lips quirk up at the anecdote. “So, it falls to me to be sneaky about it?”

“Oh, stop it. You don’t have to be sneaky, I just wanted to plant the seed in that thick skull of yours.”

“Which I warned her was a bad idea” Adam chimed in, entering the kitchen and shooting his girlfriend a look.

“Yes, he did, but he also agreed you’d get along and, of the two of you, you’d be the better one to nudge in the right direction.”

“Which really says more about Y/N than you” Adam teased and Hanna jokingly smacked his shoulder as the doorbell rang.

“Ryan, could you greet whoever that is?” Hanna asked sweetly and he shot her a mock glare before doing as requested.

He pointedly ignored Laf and Key shooting him thumbs ups as he made his way to the front door. He took a deep breath as he pulled it open, revealing you standing on the doorstep.

“Hey, Y/N, right?” he asked, he thought, fairly smoothly.

“Yup, that’s me” you grinned at him and he felt his nerves fully kick in; he was noticing your smile did that to him.

“Hanna sent me to let you in, her and Adam are finishing up in the kitchen” he explained, moving out of the way so you could escape the cold.

“Sorry you got stuck with the task.”

“Well, someone’s got to do it, right?” he joked but you only nervously smiled at him before going to greet Key and Laf.

The rest of the evening passed in much the same way. You joked and laughed easily with everyone but shut down when he tried to join in, to the point that he finally gave up and just stayed quiet. He felt his heart drop as you gave everyone a hug goodbye before simply shooting him a little wave.

***

“Why can’t Laf be Adam’s best friend?” you grumbled as you and Hanna got ready to meet up with them.

“What’s with you? Ryan’s seriously one of the nicest guys.”

“He basically told me I was a burden to interact with last time I saw him!” you scoffed.

“Babe, he has a dry sense of humor, like you do with literally everyone but him” Hanna chastised.

“I tried! When we first met, I joked with him and he looked at me like I had eight heads and all of them offended him” you grumbled. Truth be told, that initial meeting had left a bad enough taste in your mouth that you hadn’t really given him another chance the next time you saw him.

“You’re impossible, that’s just his face” Hanna insisted but you didn’t feel like arguing anymore.

An hour or so later, you were seated at a high-top table with Hanna, Adam, and Ryan; a few other guys had stopped by to greet you but went off with their own partners or friends to celebrate their win. You’d think that a win would put Ryan in a good mood but he still sat there, slightly scowling, while conversation flowed around him. When Hanna’s favorite song came on, she pulled Adam onto the dance floor, leaving you and Ryan in awkward silence.

“Hey, do you think you could grab me another drink?” you asked. “My heels are killing me or else I’d go myself.”

“Sure, vodka cranberry?” he asked and you were shocked he’d noticed your drink of choice.

“Yeah, thanks” you smiled, handing him your debit card.

“No worries, I got it.”

“No, I insist” you said and his lips flattened into a grimace as he took your card and headed to the bar.

You had a wonderfully calm few moments to yourself, taking in the crowd and chuckling at some antics the other guys were getting into when you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?”

You turned, expecting to see Laf or Ryan but your blood turned cold as your eyes met your ex’s.

“Can I help you with something Kyle?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Shit, just wanted to see how you were. No need to be such a bitch” he smirked, knowing how much that would upset you and doing it anyway. You tried hiding your shaking hands in your lap before he saw them.

“Well, I was fine until you showed up. Now can you leave?”

“You’d really treat an old friend like that?”

“She said she’d like you to leave.”

***

Ryan turned from the bar to see a smarmy looking guy with you. He’d planned to hang by the bar for a minute to give you two privacy but changed his mind when he saw your shaky hands beneath the table and remembered Hanna mentioning you had a shitty ex. As he made his way to you, he caught the tail end of the conversation.

“She said she’d like you to leave” he said sternly, settling your drink in front of you on the table before placing himself between you and the man.

“Oh sorry, didn’t realize I was interrupting a date” the guy said, shooting you a look that made Ryan see red.

“You’re not but I’d still suggest you leave.”

“Or what?”

Ryan chuckled, like he did when someone challenged him on the ice. “So, I could easily rock your shit myself but see that guy dancing? Oh and that pair at the bar? We could all meet you outside if you’d like” he replied, sending the dude a menacing grin. The guy tried to hold Ryan’s gaze but quickly turned and fled.

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked quietly, finally turning to face you. His heart sank at the terror in your eyes and how queasy your expression looked. You shook your head, chugging the drink he’d set down. “Let me get Hanna.”

Before you could answer, he went and retrieved her, quickly filling her in as they walked back to the table. Hanna helped you up onto shaky legs as Adam placed a hand on your back to guide you out of the bar, his girlfriend whispering soothing words in your ear the whole way. It wasn’t until he watched your taxi leave that he realized he still had your debit card in his pocket.

***

The next morning was a Sunday, which you were immensely thankful for. Last night was still replaying in your mind when your phone buzzed on your nightstand. Figuring it was Hanna checking in, you grabbed it only to see a text from a number you didn’t recognize.

It’s Ryan, Hanna gave me your number. I have your card. I can drop it off if you want.

You chuckled to yourself, unsurprised that he was such a stale texter. You mulled over his offer. He’d really saved your ass last night and you felt a flood of gratitude fill your chest. You weren’t sure you liked him but he’d certainly helped you in a way he had no obligation to.

Let me come to you, I need to get out of the house anyway. Text me your address and I’ll come by in a couple hours?

All he sent back was a thumbs up emoji followed by his address. You realized it was only a few blocks away and figured the walk there would be good to clear your head. You got out of bed and preheat the oven—baking also steadied your mind and cookies made a nice thank you gift.

The next few hours were spent whipping up chocolate chip cookies and making yourself look somewhat presentable to head out into the world. The crisp air grounded you on the short walk to his apartment building. You sent him a text you were there and the front door immediately buzzed open for you.

You didn’t expect to see him waiting in his doorway, shooing someone back into the apartment behind him. “Hey” you greeted, feeling shy all of a sudden. You hadn’t really thought about how it would feel to be alone with Ryan, especially at his place.

“Hey, sorry, want to stop in for a minute? Jax here loves to run for it whenever he can” he smiled, gesturing behind himself. Confusion flooded your mind as your heart fluttered at his smile and you realized it was the first time you’d ever seen it.

“Sure, I come bearing gifts anyway” you smiled back, holding up the cookies. Ryan moved just enough to let you in while keeping his body between you and the large dog behind him. “Hi there, Jax.”

At the mention of his name, Jax turned his attention from the door to you, his tail wagging eagerly at the attention. You offered the plate to Ryan before leaning down to pet him, surprised to see a smaller dog wander out from another room to join you. “And who are you, cutie?” you cooed.

“That would be Jasper. And you didn’t have to bring me anything” he replied and you glanced up to see his cheeks pinken.

“Jasper, so nice to meet you” you said, giving both dogs a final pet before standing. “I know, but I wanted to thank you. I really appreciated what you did for me yesterday.”

“Y/N, you don’t need to thank me. Are you doing okay today?” he asked, eyes searching your face in a surprisingly gentle way.

“I’ve been better but yeah, I’m alright. He’s a real prick.”

“Yeah, I noticed that much” he quipped. He seemed to be trying to match your tone and joke it away but you noticed the anger that lingered in his eyes.

“I don’t want to keep you though, I just wanted to bring you those and grab my card. I’m sure you have practice or something soon.”

“I’m actually off today and don’t really know what to do with myself” he admitted, laughing quietly to himself. “Would you like a drink? I’m dying to try one of these.”

“Sure, water is good” you replied, quickly grabbing a cookie before he took the plate with him into the kitchen. You took the chance to look around his apartment while his back was to you and you nearly choked on your cookie.

“You okay over there?” he called as you fought for your breath back. You couldn’t quite answer so he returned to check on you, face paling as he noticed what had caught your attention. He grimaced as he handed you the water bottle that he’d gotten for you.

“The Notebook?” you questioned, suppressing a laugh.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite movie” he admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“You’re shitting me.”

“I am not!” he replied defensively and you finally let your laugh out. “Great, the first time I make you laugh and it’s at me not one of my jokes.”

As you caught your breath, you noticed a cat tree in the hallway. “You have cats too? I’d pinned you for a dog guy.”

“What does that mean?”

“I don’t know, you’re just this big, stoic guy I assumed you’d have dogs” you admitted, now feeling embarrassed at your assumption.

“I’ll have you know Lily and Luna are actually my favorites” he countered and you felt your eyebrows shoot up. “I may as well just show you.”

He made his way down the hallway without another word so you followed. He turned left and gestured for you to enter the room. “No fucking way” you breathed out, taking it in.

The entire room was dedicated to his pets. There were shelves strategically built into the wall for the cats, who were snoozing in a window seat, to climb. There were at least half a dozen beds of varying sizes, tons of toys strewn everywhere, and a cabinet full of their food and treats.

“Holy shit, this is amazing” you breathed out, shocked at the love that had clearly been poured into this room.

“You think so?”

“I mean, it shows you’re actually just a big softie despite the tough guy act.”

“I do not have a tough guy act” he argued and you shot him a look. “I can’t help what my resting face looks like and if I recall correctly, you weren’t exactly the warmest person. At least not to me anyways.”

You felt guilt hit you, sharp and painful. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

He seemed surprised by your admission but just nodded. “I’m sorry too, I know I don’t make great first impressions.”

You two stood in awkward silence before you finally spoke up. “So, I’ve never actually seen The Notebook.”

“Well, we should fix that, don’t you think?”

***

“Birdie, can you grab me the bag of pretzels while you’re in there?” Ryan called from the living room.

You rolled your eyes at the nickname he’d given you that first day you’d spent together. After watching The Notebook, you’d admitted it was a sweet movie but had teased him relentlessly about how obsessed he was with it.

“I can’t believe you don’t love it! I mean, ‘If you’re a bird, I’m a bird?’”

“So, you’re a softie and a secret romantic” you’d goaded and he’d rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, birdie.”

Despite you arguing for months now that it was a dumb nickname, your protests had only made him dig his heels in more. Hanna found it endearing but Adam agreed with you. While the four of you hung out, most of the time it was just you and Ryan at his apartment. You were obsessed with his animals and they quickly grew attached to you, to the point that when Ryan had road games you just crashed in his guest room and took care of them so he didn’t have to get a sitter.

“Dude, you finished the pretzels yesterday, I told you that” you chastised and he groaned in annoyance. You smirked at his bad memory and grabbed a bag of popcorn for him instead.

“Will this do?” you questioned settling in beside him.

“Given what you’re about to put me through, it’s the least you could do” he frowned, digging into his snack as he hit play. It was your turn to pick and Ryan wasn’t pleased that you’d chosen a horror movie.

“Big baby” you teased, knocking your shoulder into his. He proved you right by jumping and swearing every five minutes, finally curling up beneath a blanket. Once it was over, he left to use the restroom and you were playing on your phone when his lit up on the couch. You noted an unfamiliar name had sent the text…who the fuck was Rose?

Jealousy surged into you, unexpected and fierce. You had no claim to him but that didn’t stop your chest from aching. Since your friendship had started off so tensely, you’d tried pushing your growing feelings for Ryan as far down as they’d go—you didn’t want to complicate things.

Ryan returned a moment later and scooped up his phone, smiling at whatever Rose had messaged before typing his response. You heaved a big sigh before getting up to grab your coat.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, surprised.

“Nothing, I’m just going to head home” you replied shortly.

“Bullshit, you’re pissed.”

“I’m not mad, just don’t want to interrupt you and Rose” you snapped before you could stop yourself. A long silence filled his apartment.

“Y/N?” Ryan questioned, amusement in his voice.

“What?” you sighed, refusing to turn around.

“Rose is my cousin.”

Jealousy was quickly replaced by embarrassment as you bent down to grab your shoes. “Y/N, stop just look at me” he begged.

You took a deep breath before finally facing him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, just don’t leave” he requested quietly.

“Why not?”

“Because if I saw a random dude’s name on your phone, I’d react the same way.”

His admission hung in the air between you before you both surged for each other. Your lips crashed together and his hands quickly removed the coat you’d just put on, your own fingers finding the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

Coherent thoughts left your mind as you pulled him back to you and felt his growing eagerness press into your stomach. You groaned at the sensation, making quick work of removing his jeans.

“No fair” he breathed out raggedly, shaky hands reaching for your shirt to even things out a bit more. You grinned at his comment, removing the sweatpants you’d stolen from him before palming him through his boxers “Fuck” he breathed out unevenly.

“Okay?” you questioned, noting his nerves.

“I’ve wanted this for months” he confessed, eyes boring into yours. The admission stole your breath away and him kissing you again didn’t help you regain it. Your tongues twined deliciously together as he backed you down the hallway. His hands, a bit steadier now, removed your bra somewhere between the living room and his bedroom. He gently nudged you onto the bed, hovering over you, one hand kneading your breast while the other teased the hem of your underwear.

“Please Ryan” you breathed out, bucking your hips up towards him. He smirked, dropping his head to suck on a nipple before placing teasingly gentle kisses along your stomach down to your hipbones. His blue eyes rose to meet yours as he slid your underwear off and you shivered in anticipation.

He spread your thighs, head dipping down to lick a slow, tantalizing strip up your center. You hissed at the contact and his hand pressed your hips down before they could buck up again.

“No patience” he chastised.

“I’ve been patient for months, Ryan, would you just, fuck—” he silenced your complaints by plunging a finger inside you.

“Better birdie?” he teased. You wanted to say something sarcastic back but he quickly added a second finger and dropped his lips to your clit which made forming a sentence impossible, so you just moaned in reply to his question.

He curled his fingers and found your spot quicker than any of your exes ever had. Between the steady pumping of his fingers and him sucking on your clit, you were writhing beneath him within moments. “Oh my god, Ryan” you breathed out, digging your heels into his back.

“You’re already so wet for me” he breathed out, taking a second to glance up at you. The sheen of your arousal on his mouth made you all the more impatient so you sat up, dragging his face to yours. You moaned again at the taste of yourself on his tongue while his hands dug around in his nightstand for a condom. You flipped yourself on top of him once he was ready for you and sank onto his length.

“Shit, give me a minute” he ground out and it took all your willpower to just kiss him for a moment while he composed himself.

***

Ryan was overwhelmed. He’d wanted you since that first party and his desire had only deepened in the months your friendship had grown. Now, you were wrapped around him and his senses were in overdrive. He nodded into the kiss and you rolled your hips drawing a groan from both your mouths.

You rested your hands on his shoulder as you rocked into him and he opened his eyes to look at you. Your eyes were closed and your face looked more relaxed than he’d ever seen it. Your mouth was parted ever so slightly, your lips kiss swollen, and he finally let himself acknowledge that he was in love with you—that he had been for quite some time.

“God, you’re so beautiful” he breathed out, gently running a thumb over your cheek. Your eyes met his and he swore he saw the same emotion in them as you leaned down to capture his lips again. He wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer, your chests flush together as your tongues moved in perfect rhythm together. He noticed your movements were getting sloppier so he snuck a hand between you, finding your clit.

As soon as he ran his thumb over your bud, you pulled away to rest your forehead against his shoulder, your breath becoming more ragged as your speed picked up. “I’m so close Ryan, please don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you, birdie” he replied and to his surprise that nickname, the one you hated, was your undoing. As your walls clenched around him, he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation. Your whines were driving him crazy and he quickly flipped you so you were beneath him.

***

You had barely caught your breath when Ryan was suddenly on top of you, plunging in even deeper as his hands roughly grabbed your hips. His eyes were shut and his face was twisted with pure pleasure as he set a rough, ruthless pace that quickly had your core tightening again.

“How the fuck are you going to make me cum again?” you breathed out without thinking and he laughed.

“Because you’re taking me so good” he praised and you whined in pleasure at his words. “You like that huh? Like being told what a good girl you are?”

“Fuck, yes, yes” you panted out, hand reaching between you to circle your clit. You felt yourself tightening, the sound of skin slapping skin intoxicating.

He groaned at your response, his rhythm getting a little sloppy but his speed never letting up. Your eyes met and he dropped his forehead to yours, your breath mingling together. “I can feel how close you are. Cum for me” he demanded, his eyes locked on yours and your second orgasm tore through you at his command.

You fought the desire to close your eyes at the pleasure, even more desperate to see him come undone for you. The intensity of your gaze seemed to push him over the edge and he groaned as he slammed into you a few more times before stilling, buried deep inside you.

“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed shakily, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “That was incredible.”

“Yeah, you weren’t so bad yourself” you replied, trying to catch your breath. You stayed together like that for another moment before he gently pulled out and cleaned you two up. Your eyes remained shut as you slowly came down from your high and settled back into your body.

You felt the bed sink as he returned but you couldn’t make yourself open your eyes yet; you felt so peaceful, so safe, like this with Ryan and you wanted to relish in it.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made your throat tighten.

“You’re just saying that because we had mind-blowing sex” you replied, trying to downplay how much his words impacted you.

“Hey, look at me” he commanded quietly and your eyes drifted to his. “I’m saying that because I’ve thought it since I first saw you at that party.”

“You don’t have to say that, Ryan” you argued softly.

“But I want to, because it’s true. Why do you think I was such a weirdo that night? I was dumb struck.”

You chuckled at his words, finally turning to face him fully. Your thumb gently traced his cheekbone as you replied, “I’m sorry, I’m not very good at taking compliments.”

“You don’t need to be sorry” he insisted, his hand resting on your hip. “I have all the time in the world to show you I mean what I’m saying…if you’ll have me.”

“I want nothing more” you admitted, emotions swelling in your chest. He smiled and it knocked the wind out of you, the love and affection apparent on his face.

“Then I’m yours” he promised and you allowed yourself to believe him. But you also couldn’t help yourself from leaning in slowly, noting the catch in his breath as your lips met his ear.

“If you’re a bird, I’m a bird” you whispered.

“Oh, fuck off” he groaned, jokingly shoving you away as your giggles filled the room.

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed! I have been wanting to write about grumpy man's obsession with The Notebook for a hot minute so I hope this finds its niche audience.

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