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fir3ylolol · 1 year ago

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we want you! pt. 5

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

tw: vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, eating out, romantic sex, praising, angsty, afab reader, gn reader

a/n: don't hate me :( this isnt the end, i promise!

word count: 1.99 k

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You blink, trying to adjust to the brightness outside as you leave the theater. Johnny is shortly behind, squinting as well. He still looks slightly incredulous that you would do that, without warning, in public. It doesn’t seem like he minds that much, smacking your ass as he steps next to you. You jump and jokingly hit his arm, but he leans in to whisper in your ear, “If you can do what you like, so can I.” He smiles at you, hand sliding up to rest on your waist. You shiver slightly but smile at him, and walk down the sidewalk together.

You end up window shopping a bit, which Johnny is more than happy to do. Every time you want to look closer at something, he’s right behind you. If you want to try something on, he’s sat down, waiting to watch you walk out. Of course, he never has anything bad to say about you, constantly praising how good you look, no matter what. He even tries to convince you to let him into the changing room stall a couple of times, which doesn’t work. He refuses to let you pay for anything, even giving the cashier his card information while you’re changing, so he can just run it as soon as possible. You finally make it back to your place, and you start preparing to say goodbye. But he stops you, asking quietly, “Do you want to get dinner tonight? You can wear one of your new outfits, and look super fancy.” You snort slightly, and lean against your door as you talk, “Fancy, huh? Taking me out to eat once wasn’t enough?” “Nope,” he says with a smirk, leaning in to kiss your lips gently. As he pulls away, kind eyes staring into yours, you can tell something is going on, something he’s not ready for.

But you smile, trying to shake it off and nod, “Yeah, dinner sounds good. You can sit inside while I get ready.” You unlock the door, which he holds open for you so you can walk through. He sits on the couch, and you can see his foot start bouncing. As you change, you can’t help but worry about what’s wrong. Does he not want to see you anymore? Does he think you’re weird? But again, you push it to the back of your mind, finishing up. If he had something to say, he would say it…Right? As you walk back out, he leans back and whistles, standing up to walk over to you, “Damn baby, I didn’t think you could get any hotter.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close. You giggle into it then step back, “Did you want to change?” He walks back to the door, holding it open for you again. “Yes, but I won’t take nearly as long as you did.” You lock the door behind you as you make your way to the street. Since you’ve walked everywhere with him, you didn’t expect to see him walk up to a car, a jet-black Jeep. You pause, slightly speechless before talking again, “You’ve had a car this whole time?” He laughs, opening your door, “What, did you think I ran over here?” Sitting down, you look back at him, “I guess I did.” He closes the door gently, before walking to the driver’s side. He climbs in, starts the car, and drives off. It’s a quiet drive, with soft music playing as he concentrates on the road. You look out the window, almost getting sleepy at the sight of the sun sinking behind the buildings and the comfortable temperature of the car.

But soon you’re at a small motel, and Johnny is outside the door, opening it for you. You climb out, trying not to rub your eyes or yawn, and manage to say, “You like opening doors for me, huh?” He smiles, wrapping an arm around you, “It’s fun. And like I’m treating you like royalty.” You walk with him up to his room, watching as he pulls out the keycard and opens the door, a loud creak echoing out. As you sit on the couch, he quickly changes, throwing on a nicer shirt and pants, spraying on cologne, and gelling his hair back into shape. It takes him five minutes tops, already ready to leave again. “You were right, that was fast,” you say, standing up to leave again, but he grabs your wrist to pull you back into him. He kisses you deeply, hands traveling down to grab your ass, as he groans into your mouth. Your arms rest on his shoulders, sighing at his touch. He pulls away, a bittersweet look in his eyes, as he mumbles something you can’t fully hear. “What?” you tilt your head to the side slightly, trying to understand him. But he shakes his head, smiling like normal again. “Nothing, let’s go,” he turns towards the door, one hand around your waist still, walking you out with him. It’s another quiet drive, a bit longer this time before you reach a nice building in the middle of nowhere.

You manage to step out before he can reach your door again, which he jokingly crosses his arms at. “Wow, I can’t believe you would do this to me,” he sighs at you before handing the keys to the valet and linking his hand with yours. Once you step inside, it is much more fancy, with large lights hanging high over antique wooden tables. You’re caught up looking around the room when Johnny pulls you slightly towards your table. As you sit, a glass of champagne is set down in front of you. “Jesus,” you’re caught off-guard. “This is fancy. I feel underdressed.” He takes a sip from his glass, smiling as he does, “No, you’re the most stunning person here. I’m lucky to be sat across from you.” Since this restaurant is quite nice, there’s no choice in what you get, only courses served promptly. So you sit, enjoying the appetizers that are brought out, forgetting the worries from earlier. But there’s a long pause after the entree is brought out, allowing for plenty of time to enjoy it.

Johnny’s hand gently takes yours resting on the table, and you meet his eyes, bittersweet expression back again. You feel your heart thump inside your chest, worrying about what he could possibly have to say. He clears his throat, gaze shifting slightly before meeting your eyes again, finally speaking, “Listen…I’ve had a really good day today. I always have a good day with you. But…Man, I can’t keep beating around the bush. I’m leaving.” He winces as if bracing for impact, waiting to see what you do. But you’re stunned, rendered fully silent. He starts talking again, even softer, “Cassie…she needs me back for a mission. And she doesn’t ask me for much, so I know it’s serious…But I don’t want to leave, not when this, when we, are just starting.” You manage to speak without even realizing you could, “Are you trying to let me down easy?” He squeezes your hand, leaning in closer, “No, no, that’s not what I’m doing. I just wanted to tell you, since I’m leaving very soon, and I care about you.” He sighs out, leaning back in his chair, “I’m sorry. I thought bringing you here would help me feel less nervous. But I just fucked it up.” You finally fully snap out of it, leaning towards him this time, “Hey, it’s ok, it’s ok. I just didn’t know what to do. Let’s just…enjoy our evening, ok?” He smiles slightly, nodding and sitting back up. You both try to enjoy it, but the night’s a blur. You make it back to your house faster than you can realize, fumbling for your keys as Johnny stands there nervously. As you unlock the door, you freeze. This might be the last time you see him for a while, and you don’t want it to be over yet. You look at him, thinking everything over. But you decide to go for it, barely audible voice, “Do you want to come inside?”

He’s latched onto you, kissing you like it’s the last time he can. Pushing through the door, he’s still clinging to you, and it feels oddly nostalgic. But you quickly forget, trying to absorb as much of you as possible. He’s led you into the bedroom, sitting you down on the edge of the bed. He kneels as you lay back, tugging your clothes off with the desperation of a starving man. He takes a minute, staring at your pussy. “Shit, I’m gonna miss this,” he says before diving in, long flat licks against you. His lips suction around your clit, and your hands shoot to his hair, clinging to him. One of his hands helps spread your legs apart further, the other hand rising to plunge his fingers into you. All that can be heard echoing through the room is your strangled moans and the wet sounds of him devouring you. You don’t want to waste any time, tugging him closer and humping against his tongue. His head goes slack slightly, his whines muffled against your cunt as you chase your high. It’s not long before you’re cumming around his fingers, curling in on yourself and holding him even tighter against you. You finally release him, hearing a deep breath from between your legs as you lay back down.

You hear the shuffling as he removes his clothes, quickly moving to take off the last of yours. His eyes drink you in again, it’s like he’s trying to memorize every part of you. But he lifts your legs, shifting your body to be more on the bed, as he lays above you. He leans in, kissing your lips sweetly. He rubs his hard cock against you, shuddering breaths at the feeling. But as he pushes in, you hear the sweetest whine from his lips. You can’t help but cling to his broad shoulders, back arching off the bed. As he’s fully inside, he leans his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, sighing out. He starts moving slowly, mumbling out against your ear, “God, baby, this is incredible. You’re incredible-fuck…Can’t believe how good you are to me, I’m so lucky. God, every part of you, your eyes, your lips, your hands, all of it, it drives me crazy. You drive me crazy, I just want to be around you all the time. You make everything so much better.” His voice is high and breathy, and as he speeds up, it becomes even more shaky. You wrap your legs around his back and your arms around his neck, making sure to cling to him tightly as you speak through your heady moans, “I need you, love.” He speeds up a lot more now, one hand on your hip, the other on the bed, as he bucks into you. He’s almost delirious, whimpering out with every stroke inside you. It’s not long before he cums, grip on you tightening with a light whine. He doesn’t pull out right away, rolling so that you’re resting on top of him, skin to skin. You can hear as his heartbeat slows down, his breathing becomes more normal, and his voice rumbles through his chest. He’s more quiet than usual, but his words are sincere. “Hey. Do you want to date? Like officially and exclusively? I don’t want to leave things unsettled.” You lift your head slightly, tired eyes meeting him with a smile, “Yeah, I would love to.” He smiles widely, his arms wrapping around you comfortably. “Perfect.” You roll off of him, settling into his side as you slowly fall asleep, ignoring what’s to come in the morning. All that matters now is falling asleep in his arms, breathing in sync.

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #johnny cage x reader #mk x reader #x reader #johnny cage smut #afab reader #johnny cage mk11

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stevie-petey · 6 months ago

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I have blurb idea for the kids in season one when you have time for it. In season one after bug left with Nancy and Jonathan the kids debriefing on what they just saw. Which is basically just the kids gossiping about what they think is going on between the three. Like Mike asked Nancy if she liked Jonathan now so clearly he saw something going on ya know?

anon i LOVE this one its always so fun writing the kids gossiping about the teens <333

enjoy !

"whats going on with your sister and jonathan, man?" lucas asks your brother as they watch you run out of the schools gym after jonathan and nancy.

dustin sighs and rests his head against the bleachers. "i dont know. theyve been weird all week."

"i think it has something to do with my sister?" mike joins in on the conversation now. "i asked nancy if she liked jonathan and then she got all weird."

"why would she like him if shes with harrington and y/n is with jonathan?" lucas frowns now, feeling suddenly defensive over you. "do we need to do something?"

mike hits his friend with the back of his head. "no, doofus. y/n doesnt need you to fight for her weird honor."

"well, i mean, maybe she does-"

dustin slaps a hand over lucas' mouth with a disgusted look on his face. "dude. your crush on my sister is showing and its gross."

lucas yanks dustins hand away and shrieks. "i do not have a crush on y/n!"

mike and dustin share a look with one another as el, who has been quiet this entire conversation as she rests, lets out a weak giggle. during her few days observing you with the party, its obvious even to her that lucas has a slight crush on you.

seeing everyones disbelief, lucas throws his hands up in the air and groans. "look, this isnt about me! clearly theres something wrong between jonathan and y/n, and if theyre fighting then that means we wont be able to get free rides out of them anymore."

"why wouldnt we get free rides if theyre fighting?" dustin asks, furrowing his brows in confusion.

"because jonathan has his own car and we'd be taking y/n's side," mike says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world with an eye roll. "duh."

your brother feels a certain happiness at the knowledge that his friends would take your side against jonathans. and, even though will isnt here right now, they all know that he would also ditch his brother in a heartbeat for you.

all the kids would.

youre a part of the party.

the boys eat the cookies that you made for them in silence for a while as they think about the strangeness between you and jonathan tonight. while theyre more than willing to defend you and take your side, they cant help but be worried about it.

theyve never seen you and jonathan so off kilter before, and it frightens them to even consider the idea that the connection between you two could be severed.

"theyll be okay, right?" lucas finally voices the worries that they all have quietly sat with.

dustin sighs, also unsure himself. hes grown up watching the two of you become intertwined with one another. now, he watches as you slowly unravel, and hes not sure how it will end. "its y/n and jonathan we're talking about. of course theyll be okay... they-they have to be okay."

"well thats depressing." mike says with yet another eye roll. "why cant we just keep y/n and replace jonathan with someone else?"

"careful, mike." lucas leans in close to the boy now and puckers his lips and makes kissing noises. "nancy could replace harrington with jonathan."

"yuck!" mike shoves his friend away and looks towards dustin for help. "that wont happen, right?"

dustin frowns. for once, he really isnt sure. he saw nancy and jonathan earlier, how they almost left you behind tonight, and he saw the hurt in your eyes when you watched them together. theres feelings there between the three of you, and dustin is afraid for you. its obvious to everyone how much you adore jonathan; your entire world revolves around the guy.

with a sigh, dustin shakes his head. "no idea, man. i dont understand teenagers."

"no one does." lucas rests his head in his hand and chews sadly on his cookie. then, with poorly hidden curiosity, he asks, "my crush on y/n isnt that obvious, right? like, she has no idea?"

mike and dustin again share a look and shake their heads at their friend while el lifts her head up. with all the energy she has left in her, she responds to lucas. "friends dont lie."

lucas covers his face in embarrassment and groans as mike, el, and dustin all break into laughter.

#ask #anon #m speaks #come home blurb #set in season 1 #m's writing #theyre babies !!!!#the whole party !!!!#babies !!!!!!

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collapsedglasshouses · 8 months ago

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Like The Movies || Vinny Mauro x fem!Reader [Part 2]

SUMMARY: After the events on the couch, Y/n doesn't know how to talk to her best friend anymore and decides to call him late at night, with a different outcome than expected.

WARNINGS: smut, MDNI, phone sex, masturbation, mutual pining, friends to fwb sorta, …

TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @circle-with-me @tearfallpixie @jilliemiw86 @dominuslunae

A/N: Whoa, so this took longer than I expected but here is the long awaited Part Two. I'm planing on writing a third final part but don't ask me when it will come out, idk yet sorry c: also this isnt proofread :c

You couldn’t even remember a time where Vinny and you hadn’t been best friends. In all those years you always had been each other’s comfort zone. Nothing ever had the power to separate the bond you two had created. Except the two of you yourself of course.

At the moment, you were nervously fidgeting with your fingers while waiting for Vinny to get into his car. You had spent the evening at Ricky’s house for a small birthday celebration and everything had seemed normal. You had walked there since the weather had been pretty good, but it had gotten pretty late, and nobody was comfortable with you walking home at this point, so Vinny, being your best friend and neighbor, had offered to drive you.

Nothing about this seemed out of the usual for the others, but you were almost shaking with nervousness. It had already been a week since the events on your couch and nobody had dared to say a word about it. It wasn’t like you hadn’t talked at all. Everything seemed normal, except the two of you tapping around the obvious elephant in the room. You felt like you were being tortured for seven days straight at this point. You didn’t know how Vinny could act so calm about the whole thing, while you were about to explode into a million pieces.

Your thoughts were consumed by him. It felt like your brain had been wired differently since that night. All you could think about was Vinny. It wasn’t only the sexual scene that happened literally in front of your eyes. It was everything. His voice, his smile, the way he made you laugh. Everything.

Once Vinny had said his goodbyes to everyone left and slipped inside his car, it was just the two of you left. You instantly felt how goosebumps started to form on your skin when you inhaled the faint smell of his perfume. You felt how your heart was racing just with him near you and you were sure you were about to go insane, rather sooner than later.

The car ride was quiet, the only sound coming from Vinny tapping along to the music on the steering wheel. You tried not to look to closely at his hands, since even that gave you a warm feeling in your stomach. Your mind wondered back to that night. After receiving that text from Vinny, you felt like you were on fire. You had tried to ignore it, but it was hard. Vinny had called you that night and you streamed one of this dinosaur documentaries as if nothing had happened. As if you hadn’t watched each other cum. You had decided after that, that you needed to push your feelings away even further.

You really tried not to think about it too much. You didn’t even know what to expect from that situation.

So now, a week later, you were sitting in your shared driveway and stared straight ahead. You had never been more unsure of anything in your life like you were right now, and it hurt you, because Vinny was the one stable thing in your existence, and you had collectively decided to ruin it because of the heat of the moment.

Right as Vinny took a breath to say something, you snapped out of your thoughts. “Thanks. Good night.”

With that you sprinted out of his car and into your house, fearing for a second, he would go after you.

Two hours later you sat on your bed and toyed with your phone in your hand. Your thoughts were eating you alive. You didn’t know what came over you when you opened the Discord App to check for the fifth time if he was still online.

“Fuck, he’s still Vinny. Don’t be so childish.” You mumbled to yourself before you touched the call button.

Almost instantly you heard his voice on the other end. “To what do I owe the honor?”

You felt like you were frozen into your place. His voice alone made you crumble into pieces.

“Hi.” You mumbled shyly.

“Hi back.” He answered you and mimicked your shy undertone. You weren’t sure if he was trying to mock you.

“So… What’s up?” Vinny asked again, now in a more relaxed tone while you felt stiffer than ever.

“I-… You know… I-…” You began to stumble over your words, regretting you hadn’t thought about what to say to him before calling.

“Yeees?” He teased you and you knew he was grinning slightly. You wanted nothing more than to walk over and slap it out of his pretty face.

“Don’t make this any harder than it already is, Vin!” You almost cried into your phone and ran a hand through your hair.

It was silent for a long time.

“Did you think about it?” He suddenly asked into the void.

“Think about what?” You breathed out, knowing exactly what he meant but not wanting to give it away.

“That night.”

Your eyes widened. Your heart felt like it was about to jump out of your body. You didn’t think the subject would turn this fast.

“You mean if I thought about you touching yourself in front of me?” You boldly asked, smiling slightly at your sudden and unexpected confidence.

“Uhm… Something like that.” Vinny almost stuttered, causing your smile to become even broader.

It was silent again.

“And?”

“Have you?” You asked him and leaned back on your bed.

“I asked first.” – “I asked second.”

You felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest any second. Never in your entire life had you been more turned on simple by the tone of the voice of someone.

“I have.” Vinny answered after a short while, his voice way raspier than it was before.

“Me too.” You mumbled and immediately your mind snapped back to that night. You just couldn’t get this picture out of your head. Vinny, with his hand wrapped around his hard member, breathing out your name between slight moans.

“Did you touch yourself today?” Vinny than asked with slight hesitation in his voice.

“I haven’t…” You answered and immediately became bold again. “Yet.”

“Do you want to?” Vinny asked. You bit your lip for a second, trying to suppress the smile forming on your face.

“I plan to… Yeah.”

“You want any help?” He mumbled casually as if he was offering to help you clean your house or something.

“You can’t come over. I have to get up early tomorrow.” You answered him honestly and hoped you didn’t scare him away with your comment. You wanted him to come over, but you knew it would ruin the last bit of sleep you would get.

“Noone said anything about coming over.” He answered you and you could picture the grin that was plastered on his face in said moment. You wanted to scream into your pillow.

“What are you thinking about?” You whispered sweetly into your phone while settling deeper into your pillow.

“Did you mean it when you said you wanted me to touch you?” Vinny wanted to know, ignoring your question. Blood rushed in your ears as you remembered the moment, when you exclaimed you wanted it to be his fingers instead of yours.

You opened your legs beneath your blanket and let your hand ran down your body.

“Yes, I did mean it.” You breathed out. “Did you want me to touch you?”

“Fuck… Of course. Have you looked at yourself?” Vinny almost moaned out and you were sure he was touching himself at this point, so your hand started to travel between your thighs.

Your heart stutters at his low voice.

“I hoped you would say that.” You whispered into the phone. Vinny let out a low laugh.

“If I’m being honest, the last couple of times weren’t the first time, I thought of you while masturbating but god… I can’t get you out of my mind anymore.” Vinny explained with so much honesty in his voice that you couldn’t help yourself but to touch your most sensitive spot.

“When you were thinking of me…what was I doing?” You asked him, realizing your voice became breathier at this point.

“If I’m being honest, it’s the little things. How you look in your favorite dress, how you look when you bend down, how your cheeks get red every time someone slightly compliments you.” He answered you and let out a small hum after that.

“Really? Just that?” You asked him, shocked about how just simple gestures could turn him on.

“No. Today I came so hard while thinking of you being under me. Moaning out my name.” He answered as you circled your clit a bit faster. Your cheeks reddened at the thought of him thinking about you while masturbating and then going to meet you right after that.

“Oh, Vinny.” You breathed out.

“That’s exactly what I mean.” He teased you. “What about you?”

“I thought about your hands.” You honestly exclaimed. “I mean… You play the drums like a fucking god. Can’t help myself thinking about how your fingers would feel inside of me.”

Another groan came from Vinny, and you let your finger swirl around your clit.

“Oh yeah? Gosh, I wonder how your pussy feels like.” He said with a serious tone, but you can’t help but giggle.

“What?” – “That’s what the guy said in the porn, too.”

“As far as I can remember, you liked that pretty much.” He teased you.

“I wasn’t denying it.” You answered him with a smile on your face and let a finger sink into your hole.

“Are you touching yourself right now?” Vinny stumbled out shyly.

“Of course, I am and I know you’re doing it, too.” You moaned.

You heard some shuffling noises and couldn’t help but think about him sitting in front of his computer with his hand around his cock.

“If you keep making these noises, I will come over.” Vinny breathed out on the other line while your pace became faster.

“Maybe I want you to.” – “I value your sleep, darling.”

‘Darling’… He was driving you insane.

“I wish that was my hand on your cock right now.” You moaned into your phone.

“You have no fucking clue, do you? The effect you have on people.” His breathing was getting more prominent, and you felt your own pick up.

“Or my mouth.” You whispered after his statement and heard him moan. Tension started to form in your stomach, another finger sinking into you.

“Vinny.” You gasped and he moaned into your ear through the phone. Your fingers curled up onto the sweet spot you’d found while thinking of his hard cock. You wanted to feel him so bad.

“Please tell me you’re close, Y/n.” He almost whined out.

“I am.” You moaned into your phone, chasing your high.

“I want to feel you so bad.” Vinny whined, speaking out your own thoughts. “I can hear how wet you are for me.”

“Oh god.” You exhaled as your hips started to stutter. “Fuck, Vinny.”

“It’s like I had a taste of the forbidden fruit. I can’t get enough of you.” He groaned.

“Have me then.” You whine out, your voice weak and laced with unsaid words. Everything neither of you had dared to say before.

Your hips buck against your hand as you cried out. “God, Vinny!”

“Are you cumming?” His voice so determined and raw but all you could do was nod, though he couldn’t see you. Though, you didn’t have to say something. Your breaths revealed the truth.

“Fuck…that was…oh fuck,” you tried to answer him as you started to come down from your orgasm, still not in full control of your body functions.

“You sound so fucking good. I just… Gosh, Y/n...” You could imagine how he started to thrust his hips slightly upwards, cum coating his hand.

You hear him shuffle again and breathe heavily into his microphone just as your head became clearer again.

It was silent for a longer period of time. Both of you trying to contain your thoughts.

Suddenly you began to feel nervous.

“That was-…” Vinny breathed out.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you-…” – “Yeah, I should probably get some sleep.”

“See you tomorrow?” He quietly asked. “You could come over and we could watch a movie or something. Tomorrow night?”

Your heart started to beat heavily again. It would be the first time you would be around each other alone since the evening after he came back from tour, and you started to wonder how it would go.

“See you tomorrow, Vin.”

“Good night, darling.”

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staarlight-snow · 1 year ago

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Reflections in the Murky Waters

[Short sequel to Murky Waters - Island of the Slaughtered]

TW: panic attacks (??), nightmares, ig horror, mentioned death

"Well, hoping is the only thing we can do right now.. Why not make the most of it? Right Noah?"

Cody jumped up from where he lay in cold sweat, tightly gripping at his shirt. His breathing was heavy and he felt tears run down his cheeks. He softly groaned – covering his ears with both his hands, his surroundings were quiet but his mind was loud. He winced at every memory, every thought and every imagery that stayed in his mind

"Another nightmare again?" A soft voice spoke, shuffling in her side of the cabin. "S-sorry.. Did I wake you?" Cody asked, moving his hands away from where they were. "No.." Gwen whispered, moving closer to the other. "I'm having trouble sleeping.. It's like every time I close my eyes I can hear him call my name." She vented, staring at the rotting wooden floor beneath them.

"Yeah.. I get the feeling. I have this.. recurring dream." He confessed, picking at the seams of his jeans. "Yeah? Want to talk about it?" Gwen offered, tilting her head as she looked at the boy. Cody took a deep breath and closed his eyes, images flashing in his mind. "It starts out with me, I walk out of the cabin holding some stuff. And I look out in the forest and he's there.. He's alive." He dragged out that last part with pain in his voice.

"I make my way towards him but.." He stopped for a moment. He hated this part. "E-every damn time I could even get close to him.. He gets pulled into the forest.. A-and it's quick! I ran after him, as fast as I could. Every night I go to bed, I try to save him.. even if it's only in my dream.." He breathed out, his voice getting weaker by the second. He's never confided these dreams with anyone before. He never thought talking about them could be just as painful as having them.

"But no matter how I try and what I do.. I couldn't save him." Tears were streaming down his face and his voice was broken. It was a pain to hear it. "Heh.. There was this one time, I managed to get to him in time. I had his hand in mine. And I was pulling him out of the water but something was also pulling him down. He told me 'Let go because it'll hurt more if you keep dwelling on it' I-I don't know if that was my brain telling me to get over it or.. if it was actually Noah.." Cody finished, he opened his eyes and buried his face in his hands.

Gwen moved her hand to the others back to console him. "It takes time to heal and right now, everyone in this cabin needs it but I think our main focus right now is to survive.. There's no point in healing if you know you'll get hurt again the next day." She sighed in defeat. It was like every slither of hope they had was slowly drifting away and all they had left was their lives. "Surviving? What's the point! There's nothing to live for anymore." Cody cried. "Don't say that!" Gwen scolded, furrowing her eyebrows.

"We promised we'd get out together.. And that's what I had going for me.. It's not like someone's waiting for me at home anyway." He muttered in between sobs, moving his legs closer to his chest. Gwen looked at the other and sighed. "Can you atleast promise me we'll both get out of here? You and me.." She asked. Cody slumped over and rested his chin on top of his knees.

"It's what they would've wanted.." He answered. "You're right.. They're our friends, they only want what's best for us." Gwen smiled, to which Cody returned. They hadn't smiled in a while – they never found a reason to anyway.

Maybe this time the world will be fair.

i woke up and immediately thought, "man cody's brain chemistry must've been fucked lmao.. lemme write abt that" HUAHAUAHUA I CRAVE ANGST RAGHH 👺👺 *feral gremlin noises*

anyway this isnt me shipping gwen and cody, unless u wanna view it that way ig 🤨 i just think they'll hv a kind of bond and comfort in one another ngl 😔

#total drama #tdi #total drama island #island of the slaughtered #td noah #total drama au #td cody #td gwen #td noco #noco #tdi fanfic #total drama fanfiction #fanfic #angst #haha trauma go brrtt #tw horror #tw death

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infoglitch · 5 months ago

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Falling dusk (a Lancaster story)

Chapter 1: a beacon in the dark.

Ruby's feet trudged through the black sand as she carried crescent Rose on her back. With jaune not to far behind as he carried crocea mors on his hip and ember Celica on his right arm.

Ruby's torn cloak billowed behind her revealing gamble shroud was attached to the back of her waist.

"how much farther until we reach beacon?" Jaune asked as his breath was ragged. Ruby kept going as jaune followed, she was completely ignoring him.

"ruby! Are you listening?" Jaune spoke again as Ruby kept walking her once silver eyes now a dull black. Jaune grumbled softly as he managed to catch up to her and grab her shoulder.

"RUBY." He said sternly as Ruby turned to face him her eyes narrowing at him. Her face contorted into a scowl. "We have a few hundred miles left until we reach beacon, and we will still a few hundred miles when we finally leave vacuo. YOU ASKING QUESTIONS ISNT HELPING" Ruby finally answered as her voice was cold. Jaune simply looked at her and nodded.

"alright.. we will have to camp soon. How much longer do you think we can last with just our aura?" Ruby questioned the blonde as jaune sighed, closing his eyes before eventually opening them.

"we got 6 days left then our auras are drained we'll need to find more rations soon... Who knows we might find some cookies." Jaune jested but ruby just sighed and looked away.

Eventually the two set up camp as jaune sat opposed to Rwby as she had taken out her sisters scarf and held it close.

Jaune sat quiet just allowing silence to fill the void. Before finally he asked the question he knew he would ask eventually after.. after Armageddon.

"what happened to us.." jaune asked as Ruby just looked away. "Now isn't the time jaune" she would mumble.

"there is no time left rubes, we are left HERE! Time doesn't exist anymore- Life doesn't exist anymore! so- what happened to us?! We were practically linked at the hip when we started. But now- Now I can't tell if I'm even your friend anymore. Let alone your partner..." Jaune pressed on as Ruby just looked away. She didn't want to entertain this conversation.. not at all.

Jaune took a breath before sighing. "I'm just... I'm tired.. I still worry about you rubes but I'm at the point of just giving up. Everyone is gone, my sister's are gone, my parents are gone, your family is gone, all of our friends are gone. Reduced to either ash or Grimm.. I cant keep going like this-"

"I CANT KEEP GOING LIKE THIS EITHER! BUT IM NOT THE ONE BITCHING ABOUT IT!" Ruby interrupted Jaune as she stood up. Her face was only darkened by the growing shadows.

"YOU THINK I DONT WISH WE WERE BACK AT BEACON, BACK TO BEING KIDS WHO JUST WANTED TO FIGHT MONSTERS?! I DO! I do! There is never going to be a day where I hope this is all just a nightmare. That I will wake up at beacon being late to Ms. Goodwitch's class, with my sister, my teammates, my friends waiting for me! I wanna go back to the way things were just as much as you do!" Ruby continued her eyes glowing as hot tears ran down her face.

"but what the hell am I supposed to do when reality is that this is REAL. This is our destiny. To try and find the remaining relics in hopes that we can undo this or at the least stop Salem! You wanna know what happened to us?! We broke a part because you can't handle reality!" Ruby shouted out as she knew some parts of what she said were wrong but she knew the majority was right.

Jaune just sat there. As much as he wanted to protest he figured it only escalate things. And this point, things could not be allowed to escalate anymore.

"alright.." that was all jaune could mutter as Ruby just looked at him. Before she sat down.

As the two were about to just continue the rest of the night in silence a light shined in the sky.

#rwby #rwby lancaster #jaune arc #ruby rose #ruby rose x jaune arc #ruby x jaune #rwby jaune arc #jaune x ruby #rwby ruby rose #god this is shit

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arthurflecksgirl · 7 months ago

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"Halo"

Word count : 3000

TW : Quick mentions of injury/Jail life

Summary : This scenery is inspired by some scenes from the teaser trailer but Harley free. Reader is visiting Arthur in his cell, comforting him which ends up being a healing experience for both of them.

The smell of garbage and hopelessness was hanging in the air like thick smoke. The instant chattering of the inmates impossible to keep you from feeling it in your bones. You begged for some white noise, for a sound less tormenting. Soon you will be able to hear his voice. Soothing, even if it was cracking. Only a few more steps down the stained hallways, passing some more guards, hearing some more screams and shouts. Laughter coming from a cell nearby. It wasnˋt him but you could tell it was some other inmate trying to mimic his cries. They probably didnt even know it was a cry. In here, he was the man who laughs. Always. The mocking sound send shivers down your spine. It hurt you deep down in your heart, which was so full of love for this man, it didnt had any capacy left for anything else. You could tell by the way they tried to imitate his laughter, that they didnt knew about the painful source it was emerging from. That he had to fight it all his life. To endure it when he felt it crawling up his throat when in reality he was begging for a single tear to run down his cheek. Sometimes the tear would come but only from fighting so hard against the laughter. To them he was the man who never cried. Humiliation? He would be the man who laughs. Tasting someones fist and his own blood? He would be the man who laughs. Eletroshock therapy……

You fought for a long time to be allowed to visit him in his cell. Without the cold, stained glass between his skin and yours. Sometimes when the glass got all foggy from his breath you envied the surface for being covered with what was part of him. You wish it was your skin feeling the moist fog coming out of his mouth after he was cracking a joke that would only make you laugh.

You didnˋt notice your fingers starting to crumble the letter you were holding. The one you wrote for him a week ago, so he had something to hold on to when you were back home again. Home. Who were you even kidding? Home was where he was, and if that meant home was a filthy cell in Arkham state hospital, then so it be.

You would take off your clothes, fold them and put them under his sleepy head at night. Arthur rarely had been sleepy before,insomnia was holding him tight in itˋs claws, but the doctors made sure to keep him calmer. They made sure the man who laughs isnt laughing all through the night.

Even though it was never quiet in the hallways. Never a moment of rest, you knew that on his side, with your sweater functioning as a shared, tiney pillow it would work out somehow to find some peace. Even if only for a moment, even if only for a lullaby long. You would hum and sing him to sleep while youˋre touching his unwashed, curly hair. And his tiney body would soon stop shaking underneath your loving hands.The shakyness would come back in waves with every glimpse of a nightmare but you would be still awake,making sure he will be comforted by your hand on his forehead. A sweet, warm kiss or two or countless to make him drift back to sleep, even though he promised not to fall asleep to not miss a minute with you.

But sleeping in your arms was not wasted time. It was the most precious gift under the sky. Especially in here. Your arms, a shelter within a cell. A tent within a harsh reality that wasnˋt able to effect him as baldy anymore. He knew that if he reached out to his own head he would find your hand. He would have proof the sensation of a hand in his hair wasnˋt just a dream. There was an arm and a shoulder to lie on. There was you.

„Miss,you now have an hour with Mr. Fleck.“ The Guards voice woke you out of your thoghts and you realized what you did to the letter in your hands „Dammit, what was I thinking?“ you cursed as you tried to even out the paper. The letter was important. It was something real, something physical to touch.

The door made a heavy sound as it opened. You could get a glimpse of Arthur through the small window which said „E258“.

Was that all he was to them? A number? While his name sounded like a poem to you, this number written on the door of his cell seemed like an insult which tried to strip him off his personality. You wondered who the other inmates were before they had been put in here and given a number. What their story was and what dreams they had before they ended up sounding like one pile of unbearable noise.

You wondered about if anyone in here was treating Arthur nicely. If he made some friends.

„Miss?“ the guard nodded as he pointed inside the claustrophobic space.

Then you saw him.

His gloomy eyes deperately searching for something that feels real. His tiney frame cradeling itself back and forth. There was so comfort here except a vivid dream world in your own mind. The memory of a song you used to love when you were still able to see the blue skies whenever you wanted to.

You hoped that he still had this amount of imagination. To make the black and greys his favourite colors. To make the mocking laughter coming from the other cells his favourite songs. You wondered if he ever danced around his cell on sleepless nights , imagining you between his arms. You craved to be the ghost of Arkham staying with Arthur night and day. Less like a spirit but more like an guardin angel wrapping him in golden, protective light.

When the door fell open Arthur was barely reacting. He doubted it to be happening like everything else around him, including himself. The guard told you something else but you werenˋt listening. All you could hear was Arthurs silent hum. Quiet as it was,to you it seemed more dominant than the arguments and fights going on a couple of feet away. It was like the place was filled with Arthur. His hums and heavy dreams, his sweat, tears and breath.

„Hey, my love“ you said, you could barely stand to be still a couple of steps away from him, but you wanted to give him a moment to realize you were real. Arthurs white undershirt was hanging loosely on his skinny body. He must have lost even more weight since last time you saw him.

Arthur was looking at the dim light that came from the ceiling. As if your voice was coming from there. He looked exhausted from always dreaming but never sleeping.

„Darling?“ you carefully kneed down beside him. His hands still wrapped around his knees, while he as sitting on the floor beside his so called bed. For a moment you thought that seeing him in his cell was actually worse than getting to see him behind the glass window. Wittnessing the reality of his every day life in here was unbearable. You desperately wanted him to get out of here. To bring him dinner to a sun flooded kitchen table, to wrap him into a fuzzy blanket.

„….is love, sweet love…“ he hummed quietly as he finally looked at you. His eyes trying to adjust his new reality.

„Y/N?“

„Yeah, its me. I am here now, Arthur. Do you hear me? Itˋs okay. I am here“ You placed the letter on the small table.

Arthur closed his eyes and smiled as if he was trying to absorb the information. To see if it would still be real when he opened his eyes again.

You started at him, waiting for him to do so. Desperately longing for looking into his eyes. He still kept them closed.

„…its the only thing…..“

He continued cradeling himself

„….there is just…….“

„Arthur? „

„….too little of….“

He quietly chuckled as he re opened his eyes. An emerald green universe of dreams. He opened his arms , waiting for you to get into his embrace. Eyes awkwardly focused on nothing. But his grin spoke more than words. He knew. He knew it was you.

You threw yourself into his arms within a second but yet you felt weightless, almost non existend as you fell onto his body. Did you become a dream the moment he held you? Part of his wold that was created out of imagination and hopes? Arthur was still hoping. For colors, for music and love. He was still craving after all he had to endure in here. Craving to be held.

His hold was surprisingly strong despite his weak body. You felt it while your own body seemed to disappear. You wanted to be real for him but if you were a dream……oh boy, if you were a dream you could stay with him forever and never had to leave for a single moment in time again. Time, space, cellar doors or rules……Nothing could effect you anymore. A dream can stay with you in every situation. Asleep or awake. You so desperately wanted to be his.

„Youˋre…here?!“

He needed this to be real.

You needed this to be real.

For once.

You coudnt talk as you opened your eyes. Can dreams talk back to you? You bet they can.

He needed your body to be something to touch. Not just a shilloutette of light standing beside his bed at night. Like an angel. Like something heavenly he made up in this hell that was these four walls.

The light coming from the ceiling crowned his head like a halo as he adjusted his position to hold you tighter. How ironic that this place which treated him as a dangerous criminal made him look like a saint.

Arthur shifted into your arms. The halo was gone. He wasnt standing in the light anymore.

But he was the light. He was tenderness. Holding him might have lasted a minute or an entire lifetime. It didnt matter as long as it lasted. Arms around bodies and souls merging. Time is nothing.

After a little eternity of holding his little frame he stood there with his arms hanging from both sides of him. As if he didnt knew what to do with them anymore, now that they didnt held you.

„Arthur?“

„Hmm?“

„Could you….maybe take a step to the left side?“

He looked confused

„Is there something wrong?“

„No, ist just….I wanna see the real you“

And as your right hand gently pushed Arthur into position, the light coming from the ceiling was crowning his head, making his curls look lighter in color. Making his halo shine.

Arthur smiled. Every single line that was carved into his handsome face moved, getting deeper.

„Perfect“ you whispered.

Arthur didnt even ask. He trusted you. He didnt move until you came towards him and hugged him again. This time you wanted to hold him tighter but you didnt dare to. Fragile as he seemed you were afraid to hurt him. Telling from the exposed skin on his chest and arms he suffered multiple bruises and cigarette burns.

„Who did this to you,love?“ it was hard to hold back the tears now.

Arthurs hands didnt move,lying on your back like they had always been there.

„I….um…I….canˋt remember“ he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

„…but ist….fine…Iˋm getting…I think I am getting better. You know i´ve been thinking of some real good jokes. Of songs even. I was wondering if I could mix the two? Music and comedy and come up with a funny tune to make the days go by easier….and…I was wondering if….“

His voice cracked

„If what, Arthur?“ you losened the embrace to hold his face in your hands.

He swallowed hard „….Nevermind“

„You can tell me“

„I know“

„But itˋs okay if you canˋt right now“

Arthur nodded gratefully. Somehow all he needed was silence shared with you. The chattering down the halls became ore and more distant. Mutet even. By the music he was hearing when he looked at you. He wonˋt tell you. Not for now. But one day he will. One sweet day he would tell you about the song that was you.

„I wrote you a letter. Its actually not even close to what I have to say. But…“

„I am sure ist just perfect“ he muttered with a crocked smile. Eyes more focused now. „Thank you“.

You noticed a small wound on his temples ,placing a gentle kiss upon it.

„You know they say laughter is the best medicine“ he said „But I disagree with them here. This is.“

You started kissing every inch of his face. Every wrinkle, every pore, the scar on his upper lip. You felt his mouth forming a smile when you did. And even if it was just wishful thinking, it felt like he was healing in your hands. Arthurs hand searched for yours while he hesitated about kissing you back. He was not used to this. The two of you had kissed before but he still remained rather insecure about being physical. He wasnˋt sure about how to act around someone he was in love with. What if the way he was talking to you was not the way he was supposed to? If he said something wrong that would make you like him less? But then again….he knew deep inside that if there was one person in the world he could be himself with, it was you. If only he knew himself better. Sometimes he didnˋt knew what to do, how to act or who to be. But with you he felt like you truly saw something in him. And he wanted to be this man you saw when you looked at him.

The man with the halo.

Arthurs hand was holding yours inside his palms now. Carefully at first until it grew into a tight grip.

„You came“ he breathed into your face.

„Of course I did, darling.“

He let go of your hand „Iˋve made something for you“

Arthur nervously turned around to reach for a small object lying on the floor underneath the tiney window which barely let any sunlight in. He kept it in his left hand while he lit himself a cigarette.

„Oh, what is it?“

Arthur exhaled some smoke as he opened his hand.

„Um…we are not allowed to keep a lot of stuff in here….but….Iˋve collected some stones and Iˋve been carving this one here until it looked like a ….um…heart. Well…It was more like Iˋve been rubbing it against stuff because obviously we canˋt keep any sharp objects here. So….it….does not even look like a real heart… I am sorry….Itˋs….probably just some random, fucked up stone…Iˋm…“

You took the small object and kissed it. It was the most beautiful gift youˋve ever receiced.

„Itˋs beautiful…“

Arthur laughed. It was a geniue laugh.

„ Y/N? Are you crying or what?“

Now you had to laugh too.

„I guess I am“

„Iˋm glad you like it but itˋs really not that special“

„Oh, Arthur, belive me. It is.“

You carefully put the stone that had been carved by Arthur very own hands into your backpack. You will keep it under your pillow, once you arrived at your apartment that should be the apartment of the two of you. The home that kept him save and sound. The kitchen that tranformed into the perfect venue for a waltz at 3 am. The smell of home cooked meals and tangerines filling the air.

„Will you lie down with me for a bit?“ Arthur puffed away his cigarette as he pointed to the dirty bedsheets „Iˋm sorry itˋs not that cosy. I wish I could offer you something more…“

As you crawled under the sheets with him, he lay on his back, his head turned to the side so he could face you, watching as you took your sweater off to place it gently under his head. He twitched when you accidentally touched his wound.

„Oh, Iˋm sorry my love. Better?“

„Yeah“ he whispered, as he pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray lying on the worn out bunk bed.

He buried his face into the fabric. It would be so much easier to cope having a piece of you to sleep on.

You worried about how it was probably not allowed to gift him a sweater you brought but for now his lovely head was resting on it while a peaceful look crossed his exhausted face and that was all that mattered.

You lay down beside him, using his chest as your own pillow, able to feel his sharp ribs sticking out. His hollowed out belly rising up and down with every breath.

„Did you eat something today?“

He didnt answer, afraid to worry you even more.

„Do you think I am allowed to bring you home cooked meals?“

Arthur sighed „Umm…I donˋt think so…Itˋs okay. Iˋm not even hungry“

A silent tear rolled down your cheek. Half of worry half of happiness to have him near.

„I like my new sweater pillow. It smells just like you“ he smiled, trying to hide his own concern that it might be taken away from him soon.

„You know, Iˋve got a lot of time in here. To dream I mean. To work on jokes in my head and think of songs. Sometimes I can hear the music coming out of the lamp on the ceiling. But only when the lights are on. Strange isnˋt it?“

You combed his hair with your fingers „Arthur, when you are out of here…One day you will be telling all these jokes in crowded comedy clubs and singing all those songs in Gothams most famous Jazz clubs. And I will be there clapping along with the audience before you go off stage to grab my hand and go home to our kids who watched it on live tv and are so proud of their dad.“

Arthur started humming an unknown song that he made up in multiple versions . Each song lyric with a different kinda ending. There were so many options to choose from and he liked that.

„This sounds like my favourite version“ he whisperd bewteen the hums.

And for a moment you could have sworn the light coming from the ceiling started flickering and flooded the grey cell in golden spotlights.

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crybyemissamericanpie · 11 months ago

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Hiding - Tony Stark x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

TW:Smoking,bit of Alcohol,Cursing

Tonys eye flicker through the big ballroom with the fanciest people to the fanciest food. The night was calm and cold,people talking while soft music played as white noise.The room filled with many different people,that you wouldnt usually see in one room,presidents,models,bussiness people and the list goes on.There was no lust or life to the party if we wanna put it that way or as Tony thought.He was tired of the people it was 12:13PM and the party started at 6:30PM,he has been walking from people to people,giving them the brightest smile,making sure that they were having fun.

He just sneaked out of a conversation with a guy with the excuse of going to the bathroom but he didnt needed to go there,so he immediately took the back door,not caring if the guy sees him.As he stepped outside,he closed the door behind him,it was quiet out here,though the music still could be heard in a muffled version.

His eyes almost immediately dart to the women,leaning on the fence,smoking a cigarette.He knew who it was,they were no strangers.He starts to walk over and lean on the fence next to her,waiting for her to say something,as he realizes that she wont he starts"pretty isnt it?"He said as he looked up at the dark sky,with a small smile in hopes with starting a conversation with her

She looks at Tony with a cold expression as after she blew the smoke out of her mouth,the smoke disappearing soon enough"What do you want?"She asks,Tony usually doesnt come to her so much cause of their history of being forced to be friends cause of their fathers,as they grew up and Tony father passed,theere was no reason to hang out anymore,since there was no one left to impress with their 'healthy bond'

"Quit that,y/n,i cant even look at you anymore?"Tony asks with a small smirk on his face as his gaze does not leave her.She rolls her eyes slightly taking a blunt again."Atleast can we chat?like i actually want to have something with you"Tony continuous as she blows the smoke out

She chuckles a little which caught Tony of a little,she turns her whole body to Tony,leaning on the fence with her hand which had the cigarette in it,the dress making clear lines of her beautiful curves,making out every part of her body,laying on her skin like it was painted on,a painting that would send Leonardo da Vinci home crying."Wierd way to say that you wanna fuck me then throw me away"She said,raising an eyebrow

Tony chuckled a bit but stayed quiet,he didnt really know what he wanted himself that much either."what cat got your tongue?"She teases,with a small smirk on her lips.His gaze still didnt leave y/n"Thats a gorgeous dress,by the way"Tony says,with a smile,speaking with a bit of a sass put into it

"thats all you got?"She asks,taking a blunt again,while raising an eyebrow again"yeah no…just the much talking with the people in there drained me"Tony admitted,shaking his head as he looked down at his foot"THE Tony Stark drained?Thats new!"She said with a small laugh.From her tone of voice and a bit of body language Tony could tell that she was a bit drunk herself

Tony looks up at y/n then a question pops into his mind"what are you doing out here anyway?"He asked tilting his head a bit to the side as he also furrowed his brows."Im hiding from a guy"She admits almost immediately,as she takes another blunt and then blows out a bit too quick,making her caught at the too much smoke in her lungs"That sounds familiar"He says,as he remembers that he is in the same boot as her,well kinda"Who is the guy?"He asks out of curiosity

"Some dude named Jared,he wants to dance with me even though i told him that i dont wanna dance with him"She says,bluntly,with an annoyed voice"and i got the feeling that he also wanted to sleep with me"She continues,looking up at the sky,then her eyes wall back to Tony"and do you wanna sleep with him?"Tony asks but also feeling the fact that he already knows the answer to that"No!Hes like super creepy"She says,furrowing her eyebrows"i told him in going to the bathroom like 30 minutes ago and im scared that he will found me"She says,taking a blunt from her cigarette then blowing the smoke out in the air in the other direction so it doesnt go into Tonys face,Tony turns around,to the Big glass double door to the ballroom,as he sees a guy in a red suit,looking around as walking closer to the door

"Is that him?"Tony asks from y/n as his gaze doesnt leave the guy,as he is getting closer to the door.Her head turns to the glass door and her eyes go widen,as she feels her heart miss a beat,it felt like she was a bit dramatic or was it the alcohol getting to her head?"YES"She says loudly,as she sees the guy notice her through the glass,geeting his hand on the door handle,she grabs Tonys suit jacket,making his hips touch the fence,as she quickly put her lips on his.

The kiss was more rushed,forced and quick and as Tony was surprised by the sudden action,he saw the guy open the glass door,so he grabbed her hips bringing their lips together for a more softer kiss,Tony could taste the cig from her lips,but it didnt stop him from going further of his tongue entering her mouth,and their tongue danced together in harmony,as y/n put her hands on the side of his face,trying to keep the cigarette away from his face to not burn him,melting in the kiss,both of them feeling their faces get a bit heated.

The guy looked at the scene disappointed and closed the door and went back to the party.

As she pulled away,Tony stayed in the same position,his eyes a bit widen,like he didnt know what he was doing"well we know whats gonna be in the news next"She said with a small smirk,as she knew that they both had a very big place in the media,Tony couldnt help but chuckle a little

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x reader fluff #tony stark x fem!reader #tony stark x fem!reader fluff #mcu #fanfic #iron man #marvel fanfiction #rdj #rdj x reader #iron man x reader #iron man x fem!reader #anthony stark x reader #anthony stark #anthony stark x fem!reader

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snowball-doie · 1 month ago

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cringey wattpad tropes or not, i'm just desperate for more content ahahahah i'll literally read anything you post about it

Bahahahaha OKAY BUCKLE UP PUPS! *cracks knuckles* We’re taking a Time Machine back to 2012!! Back to my roots, yippeee!!!

(i finished writing this like 9 hours later... it's giving "my mom sold me to one direction" pffttt but once you read it. you'll prob realize why this ISNT canon and also that im insane)

So this is in the future only slightly ‘cause TY and Jaehyun are in the military….. Also I’ve never mentioned this before I dont think? But canonically, a few weeks or so after Reyna’s born, she gets really really sick one night when she’s sleeping in Jungwoo’s room, and he panics and they take her to the hospital. She’s fine after spending a few days in the NICU. That’ll be mentioned / made important here 🫡

You know how busy the boys have been, solo schedules, group schedules, working themselves to the bone before another inevitable enlistment. They’re never all home together anymore. That’s hard for Ahri. She’s so used to having 8 men terrorizing their home, giving her a hard time, giving her so much love, never letting the house get quiet… But it’s been eerily silent without them, especially while they’ve been doing concerts as only 6 members in Korea, and they’re about to hop over to Japan for a few more shows— And Yuta’s not even around in between those because he’s busy with an encore to his own solo stage; and Hyuck and Mark are busy with Dream content!! Hmph… She misses having them around. She doesn’t like forcing herself to get quiet to an empty, quiet home.

The boys are gone again for a few days this time- Johnny, Doyoung, and Jungwoo doing some kind of press tour in the Southern part of Korea, a couple hours outside of Seoul; Yuta’s in Japan, and the Dreamies are all the way in Taipei for their own press tour… It’s been a while since Taeyong or Jaehyun have called. Nowadays, the WayV boys are the only ones still in the country, so they’re on stand by if Ahri or Reyna should need anything.

“Okay, baby, we have to get up early, so I’m gonna call it a night,” John tells Ahri, the two of them FaceTiming just before bed. Reyna’s already sound asleep in her bed in Johnny and Ahri’s room.

Ahri nods and lays in bed, plugging her phone in while wishing goodnight to Johnny, and Doyoung who fell asleep on John’s lap about twenty minutes ago. The house is quiet again after their call ends. Reyna’s snoring quietly. Ahri’s exhausted from work and keeping up with a baby alone, she falls asleep fairly quickly, tangled up in Johnny’s sheets, shoving her face into his pillow just to remember what his cologne smells like.

Reyna’s always been a fussy baby. She’s infamous for waking up every hour or so throughout the night in need of something, no matter how big she gets, or when she should have outgrown the habit according to doctors. She’s been a handful, much like some of her dads……. So Ahri’s body naturally wakes her up sometimes to check on Reyna to check on her— Especially since silence was Ahri’s worst fear after the hospital visit earlier in the year. Usually if she wakes up and Reyna doesn’t need anything, she’ll just pace around for a bit until Reyna does wake up, whining for food or crying about a nightmare… But Ahri stops when she leans over in bed to find that Reyna’s crib is empty. The fuck? She wasn’t an escape artist like Hyuck thought she’d be. Sure, she tried a few times when she was smaller to climb out of her crib, but she sucked at it, so she always gave up before just crying for one of her dads to pick her up. Reyna never escapes her crib. So Ahri turns on the lamp and starts to look around, checking under the bed, going into the bathroom. Nothing. So she ventures further, checking all of the boys’ rooms, under their beds, in the bathrooms, in closets, in drawers. Nothing. So she runs downstairs. On the couch, under the couch, under the table, behind the floor lamp, under the kitchen table, hiding between chairs, in the kitchen cabinets— Hell, even in the damn fridge! Ahri checks every single inch of the house and there’s no sign of Reyna. She doesn’t understand. She checks for a few more minutes, calling out for Reyna, cooing that it’s time to get back into bed… But nothing.

Panic strikes as soon as the reality settles in. And rather than call the boys who are hours away from helping, or the cops who would probably laugh at Ahri for being an overdramatic, hysterical mother the second Reyna would crawl out of some hidden crevice of the house, Ahri rushes to call the WayV boys who show up within minutes once they hear what’s happened. They’re half asleep, albeit, but they’re there, trying to calm Ahri down, splitting up to check the house again. Maybe there’s somewhere Ahri missed. Maybe Reyna’s just damn good at playing hide and seek. There’s a reasonable explanation for this, according to Kun who’s hugging Ahri and rubbing her back to calm down her growing panic attack. The boys come back one by one with no baby in hand….. They checked everywhere. They’ve done everything they can think of. The house is turned over, it’s a mess, and there’s no sign of Reyna. The police are the next solution.

Honestly, life is a whirlwind around Ahri as she sits in the living room, Ten beside her, rubbing circles on her back while a police officer stands in front of her, asking questions, while his partner checks the rest of the house with the WayV boys who try to explain that they already checked!

“And what’s the purpose of your stay in this house?”

Ahri doesn’t know how to answer that.

“Her husband lives here,” Ten replies on her behalf, like the quick thinker he is.

“And who’s her husband?”

Ten does all the answering while Ahri stares at the ground, trying to think of all the places Reyna could be. The yard? No, the boys would have seen her, or maybe even the cops? She couldn’t have even gotten out of the house. Yeah, okay, maybe Ahri was so tired that she forgot to set the house alarm, so she wouldn’t have known if the front door opened, but how the hell was an infant meant to unlock the door, open it, and make a grand escape? It wasn’t fucking possible!

“Yeah, she’s not here, hyung,” the other cop says after returning to the living room.

“Miss, do you know of anyone who’d want to take your daughter?”

“Take?” someone questions, but Ahri doesn’t know who because her ears start to ring and her breathing stops.

Ahri just sits in silence for a while as the boys go back and forth with the police, doing their best to help while also not trying to get anyone in trouble by revealing too much. After all, the police know who lives there. They know who used to live there too, the famous Taeyong and Jaehyun… They know who they’re dealing with. One slip up and everything’s over. But they can’t lie completely or else they’re of no help to the cops either. It’s a dangerous game to play, a slippery slope they have to navigate together while Ahri silently considers the worst.

“Ahr, look at me,” someone coos gently, pressing their palms to her cheeks. She looks up to find Doyoung on his knees in front of her, his eyes filled with worry, his face red from crying. “You okay?”

The boys are in Busan, there’s no way Doyoung was actually in front of her. No way. It’d only been a few minutes since she woke up and called the boys over for help.

“Ahr, talk to me.”

And then the couch cushion to her left sinks in under the weight of Jungwoo who is even more of a mess than Doyoung.

“How’re you here?” she croaks.

Doyoung sighs and slumps before explaining that Winwin called the second she called them, and the boys got on the first flight out of Busan. Ahri doesn’t believe it. That still two hours away at best, with an hour long flight, and getting to and from the airports…

“Baby, the cops have already been here almost two hours,” Jungwoo whispers.

Ahri looks around slowly. There’s more police now, swarming her home, investigating the little details of their private lives, like the family photos on the mantle beneath the TV, or the baby toys scattered around that make their way into evidence bags, or the dead security camera in the corner that faces the front door and the entirety of the living room— Johnny promised weeks ago that he was going to charge it… Doyoung offered to do it for him, but Johnny kept insisting that he’d get around to it eventually… Johnny’s standing in the entryway, the door propped open to accommodate the flow of traffic in and out of the house while he talks to an officer who’s jotting down notes and asking more questions. John looks… put together. While Doyoung looks like he cried the whole way home and tried to be presentable before looking at Ahri, and Jungwoo is crying at her side, clinging to her desperately… Johnny is standing tall, his head held high, not a single thing wavering about while he answered the tough questions, like why his girlfriend is seen kissing his group mates in framed pictures around the house.

“Where’s Reyna?” Ahri asks Doyoung.

Jungwoo presses his forehead against her shoulder and cries some more while Doyoung replies that he doesn’t know. The cops are looking. But they don’t know. They’ll know soon, though, he promises, she’ll be back home before Ahri knows it, and everything’s gonna be okay again. Yuta’s even on his way from Japan, and Mark and Haechan are trying to see if they can sneak out of their duties in Taipei to come home.

“I need to go look for her,” Ahri insists, pushing herself up to her feet. Doyoung and Jungwoo panic, both of them trying to sit her back down, telling her that she needs to relax or she’s going to hurt the baby. “I’m fine.” But Doyoung’s hands are glued over her baby bump as he has her sit back on the couch. “She’s probably just down the street or something. She’s been trying to push herself up to her feet recently—“

“Wait, she has?” Jungwoo questions.

“Maybe she took her first steps then wandered out.”

“Ahr, let the cops look for her, you need to relax,” Doyoung says adamantly.

But she’s up again on her feet, trying to make her way out of the house. Johnny’s attention is caught, and he’s what suddenly stands between Ahri and freedom through the front door. He’s saying the same thing Doyoung is. The baby this, the baby that. The cops are looking, Yuta’s on a war path on his way home from Japan, someone’s gonna find Reyna, but Ahri needs to sit down.

“Baby, you’re pale—“ Johnny puts a hand on her forehead. “Shit, Ahri—“

The boys have a tendency to be overdramatic when it comes to Ahri. Well, at least that’s what Ahri says. They feel like they’re completely in the right for having her taken to the fucking HOSPITAL after she passed out. She’s fine. It’s just the stress and exhaustion, and it doesn’t help that she is pregnant, like they tried to remind her of when she wouldn’t just sit down like that asked! Johnny’s giving her that look. The silent judging one that says if they weren’t in a hospital, and she hadn’t just woken up, and there wasn’t other things to worry about like finding their daughter, and she wasn’t pregnant, Ahri was in so, so, so much trouble. They flew back from Busan in the middle of the night to look for Reyna. How could Ahri get them all worked up and worried like this? But then he gives her another look, a softer one that’s filled with relief as he inches closer to her, his torso practically lying on the hospital bed as he kisses her knuckles. He’s just relieved she’s okay.

“Yuta’s almost here,” he says quietly, trying to keep her docile. “Mark and Hyuck are on a flight home.”

“Reyna?”

“They’re still looking. They checked the camera we have facing her crib… Someone was in the house while you’re sleeping—“

Ahri moves to push herself out of bed, but Johnny’s stronger than she is, and he has the upper hand, so it’s easy for him to just. Push her by the shoulders back onto the bed. Gently, of course. And she lays there, giving him a look that says she wants to be useful, she wants to do something, not just sit around and wait for someone else to find their daughter. But for the sake of not giving her any bad ideas, Johnny doesn’t give into her adorable eyes.

“Let me grab the others.”

He leaves her side for just a moment to open the door, and immediately a group of boys are flooding in. Doyoung, Jungwoo— And then a wave of relief washes over Ahri when she sees both Taeyong and Jaehyun, wearing civilian clothing.

“How?” she croaks as they both lean down to hug her.

“Emergency leave,” Jae replies, his hand on her baby bump. “I listed you as my next of kin, so they notified me when you were admitted. My commanding officer… I think he put the pieces together…”

And as he leans down to kiss Ahri’s belly, she looks at Taeyong.

“I have extraordinary performance leave of absence rewards saved up, because I was going to use them later to Reyna’s birthday.”

No one says anything to that. Instead, Ahri sits up comfortably, even though the boys look displeased. Overdramatic. So the police checked one of the only working cameras in the house— Because Ahri charged it before the boys left so that they could check on Reyna whenever they were gone and missing her— and someone walked through their home… Quietly went past Ahri to get Reyna, and walked out? How? Why? The alarm wasn’t set… No one else was in the house… And they picked the front door lock easily. Still doesn’t answer why, though. None of the boys have an explanation. The cops don’t either.

“A sasaeng?” Ahri breathes out the forbidden word.

To them, saying that is similar to the weight of “Voldemort” in Harry Potter. They never talk about sasaengs, never care about them, never make it seem like their actions will change a thing. Sure, sasaengs were the reason Ahri could never go out in public with the boys, and no one could ever know about Reyna. But that was a given from the first day Johnny asked out Ahri… Sasaengs did plenty of things to the boys since then, but they never let that impact their relationship. Ever. Maybe they should worry about them more… Fear them, even. Someone broke into their home and took their daughter. That doesn’t just happen. How could a random person know that the boys lived there but weren’t there, and why would they take Reyna without bothering Ahri? It doesn’t make any sense.

“She needs her medicine soon,” Ahri continues when no one says anything. “The prescription on the counter, it was still there when I was looking for… She needs it every twelve hours…”

The boys slump into their own chairs, hiding their faces in their hands while considering all the possibilities.

“It’s going on six hours since you noticed she was gone,” Johnny says. “The police aren’t going to do anything ‘til they have a lead, but maybe we can rush them along if they know we’re racing against the clock…” He bites his lip— A bad habit he has behind closed doors when he’s anxious. “Sasaengs are detectives too, right? They can find anyone.”

Taeyong shakes his head. “Absolutely not.”

“It’d rush things along.”

“No.”

“It would just be me… I’ll do it alone—“

“No.”

“What are we even talking about?” Jungwoo questions.

And before Johnny and Taeyong can continue to duke it out, the door opens again, a frantic Yuta running in to kiss Ahri before turning to Johnny.

“Who do I have to hit?”

Johnny gestures for Yuta to sit and cool off. He only just got back, he doesn’t know that for hours they’ve been sitting around, waiting helplessly for the police to do something, all of the boys left to ponder what they’re going to do to the asshole who took their daughter once they get their hands on him. Yuta seems on the side of torture. Johnny’s not…. against the thought… But he’s the one who has to keep them together, so he tosses up his idea again, but rather than leaving it as a potential solution, he’s adamant he’s going to go through with it.

“I’ll take to the police. They might set up a press conference, or I’ll do it at the company. Either way… We just need the fans to know what’s going on.”

“What do you not get when I say no?” Taeyong argues. “It’s a bad idea. It’ll ruin you, Ahri and Reyna won’t be anonymous anymore, you put Reyna at risk even more—“

Yuta takes a seat on Ahri’s bed rather than in a chair like the others. “What the fuck did I miss?”

“He wants to hold a press conference to ask for help finding Reyna.”

“Wait, like… Tell everyone about us?” Jungwoo’s eyes go wide.

“No, no,” Johnny insists. “Just me and Ahri. Listen, it’s inevitable, don’t you think? My name’s on Reyna’s birth certificate, the damn marriage license with Ahri so that she doesn’t have to lift a finger, so that we can take care of her. Every doctor we’ve seen knows I’m her dad. They sign her paperwork with my name all over it. Nurses see us in these hallways every few weeks for check ups… Everyone at the company knows about me and Ahri, they know about Reyna. What do you think is gonna happen when she gets old enough for school and we have to put her in day care? All those fancy private schools are going to ask to know who her father is, and they’re going to interview me and Ahri, and do background checks. People are going to find out. Either someone’ll leak it to the press, or we get ahead of it, I take the shame and blame, and instead of asking for their forgiveness, we ask for their help. All those girls out there who love us and have their ways of finding people will take pity on us, and help us find Reyna. If they want to keep shaming me for having a family after that, then… We deal with it then. But for now, if I do this, we find Reyna, and no one has to find out about all of us. All the doctors, nurses, and teachers will just think that my group mates are supportive and help me and my wife out with the kid. Right?”

Taeyong shakes his head still, refusing to look at Johnny. Because he’s right. A baby makes it next to impossible to stay a secret forever, but if they can change the narrative, and if it’ll help Reyna, then how can they not try?

“What if the other sasaengs get upset too and try to do something to Ahri or Reyna again?” Jaehyun asks.

“The cameras weren’t charged, hyung,” Doyoung says flatly. “And the alarm wasn’t on… and the lock is old… We did everything wrong, and that’s our fault. Whatever happens, we don’t let it happen again.”

Yuta shifts slightly to face Johnny. “What about your career, hyung?”

“I don’t care. I want her back.”

Taeyong’s less than happy about it, but after that, Johnny goes to talk to the police again to see if they’ll let him hold a press conference. Parents do it all the time when their child goes missing. They use the news to ask for help searching for a suspect and their kid, so why couldn’t they do the same? Being idols doesn’t mean they can’t ask for their daughter back.

Ok blah blah Aurora is skipping a bit cuz I'm over this part and want to move the plot along yada yada-- anyhow. I'm gonna go back to summarizing for a second. Bear w/ me plz <3

So Johnny goes through with it, making a heartfelt plea in front of the police station, facing the cameras, a letter in his hands. Ahri hardly ever sees Johnny waver. But when she and the rest of the boys watching on the TV see him shaking like a leaf, it sends a shiver down her spine. He's always so stoic... But not now... Not as he reveals that he's legally married to a woman he really loves, and the cameras start clicking more and more as he reveals that he has a family, a beautiful baby girl who went missing in the night. His plea for help, for their baby to come home because she needs her meds breaks Taeyong. Mark and Haechan get to the hospital just after the press conference, the two of them in shambles. Hyuck hardly keeps it together while cuddling in bed with Ahri, and Mark crumbles the second the others take turns hugging him.

"There's no updates," Johnny says after he gets back to the hospital. He sees Mark sitting in the corner, and the two of them meet to hug. Hyuck doesn't even try to get out of the hospital bed. "The police said they'll call me if there's anything else..."

They wait. A long time. Most of them didn't sleep the night before, and even with their anxieties over the situation and how they are trying so hard not to fall asleep, but it's next to impossible at some point to keep their eyes open... Hyuck falls asleep first, then Jungwoo, Doyoung, but then the fluttering eyes stop there. Johnny's sitting with his phone charging in his lap, staring at the dark screen, waiting for it to light up at any moment with news. Jaehyun and Taeyong are talking quietly, and Mark is picking at his lips while staring at the closed door, hoping that someone'll run in with Reyna, saying that she's home and she's safe, that whoever took her somehow got her meds for whatever impossible reason... When Johnny's phone does ring, the whole room wakes up, listening for what's going to be said on the other side after Johnny turns on the speaker. It's not the news they were hoping for. Not the news they wanted.

Side note from Aurora again: I think someone asked me before if Mark ever finds out that he's Reyna's dad. Canonically, no. But here we go.

Well, bringing it public worked, but not in the way anyone expected-- A demand was made, a simple one. Money? No. Did they have some kind of blackmail? Kind of. What was it? They want Johnny to be honest about who Reyna's dad is, and the truth about their relationship. The boys are petrified. What? Why? They don't even know who her dad is, so what does it matter? How does the person who has her even know about them, about how Johnny might not be Reyna's biological dad? What would this person get out of it?

"I'll call you back," is all Johnny says before he hangs up on the officer calling.

"How would we even know the truth?" Jaehyun asks. With their second kid, they know who the dad is, they know Jaehyun is the one responsible for that-- But with Reyna, they promised that they would never know the truth in order to be fair.

"She had a bunch of tests done when she was in the hospital this year, you remember?" Johnny sniffles, staring at the ground in shame. "I had them run a DNA test, just in case she was sick with something hereditary, I don't know, okay, I was panicking, and as her dad, I didn't need to do anything but ask the nurse to just... do it..."

"Fuck, Johnny," Yuta curses angrily.

"None of you even noticed when I took your used coffee cups or toothbrushes for the samples."

"Jesus," Jae whispers.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do, and I didn't think it would matter!"

"Who knows?" Ahri asks.

"Anyone in this hospital, and then anyone they could have told, and so on."

The reality was crashing down on them. Fuck. Shit.

"We didn't know why she was sick! I was scared!"

"You can't just go behind our backs like that, though!" Jungwoo cries.

Taeyong stands and paces for a moment, catching everyone's attention, drawing the room to silence again before he speaks, "So who is it?" Johnny gulps. "You know the truth, and they're demanding we say something, so it can't be you or else no one would care. So who is it?"

Johnny bites his lip momentarily. "Mark."

Everyone's gaze shifts to the second youngest who goes pale, his eyes wide, his breath stopping within an instant like it had been knocked out of him by Johnny himself. Mark. Out of all of them, the one who was most nervous about having Reyna, the one who doubted himself the most, but also the most worried about her when she got sick was Mark, and all along, Johnny knew the truth.

"We can't tell anyone," Haechan immediately insists. "If we do, it'll be over. Everything. He's been working for all of this for too long, harder than most of us, giving up more than all of us combined-- If Mark's name is dragged into this, it's over. Our groups, his album, his career. We can't."

"We could lie," Doyoung offers.

"And if the person who has Reyna knows we're lying, then what?" Taeyong bites rudely, still pacing and shaking his head. "It's over."

"We can wait for the police to catch a lead," Jaehyun says.

"And if that takes too long, then what? She's already past when she needed to take her meds... If we wait longer..." Taeyong chokes on a sob that he swallows after a deep breath.

Mark finally lets out a shaky breath while leaning backwards, his head hitting the wall behind him with defeat. "We have to do it."

"Even if we don't say who her dad is, and even if we lie, they're still demanding we tell the truth about our relationship," Johnny adds.

"They have no proof, though," Ahri says, letting out a defeated scoff. "They're probably just guessing, or trying to make you say something they don't know is true in order to ruin your careers and reputations. There's no proof! So why do we have to listen to them?"

"The pictures in the house, Ahr," Johnny says. "They were in our home, you think they didn't gather evidence about our lives first, digging for something else to blackmail us with?"

"Okay, the pictures show us hugging and kissing. So what?"

"Idols have been burned for worse," Haechan croaks.

Silence again for a minute.

"I'll do it," Mark finally says more confidently as he sits up straight. "I'll do it just to get her back."

"Mark--" Hyuck tries to protest.

"I can't speak for the rest of you, so I'm not going to, but I just want Reyna back safe, and if that means giving up our glory days, then... fine... I'll gladly give up the spotlight for her."

Taeyong sits again. "Me too. All they know, and all there's proof of is that we've all had a relationship with Ahri, and that's not against any laws, especially if we don't fess up to a timeline or that we're all... You know..."

They can't be that honest. Even if they wanted to, admitting the reality would land Taeyong and Jae in jail, and the others would face too many concequences to count. It was true, there were pictures in the house of their family, but it was mostly just them standing around while Ahri posed as she held Reyna in her arms. Others were of her kissing one of the boys, or one of them kissing her cheek. There is no timeline for anyone to form out of those images, and the hope is that those pictures will never make it to the public anyhow. So... the best thing to do is say that they all dated Ahri, and that Mark is Reyna's dad. It meets the demands, and it saves their skin for the most part. Their careers were going to be over, but Mark seems certain that he doesn't care, and Taeyong's right behind him.

"Okay," Yuta agrees.

Jaehyun, Johnny, Doyoung, and Jungwoo are all nodding. There's just one odd man out, one person who's frozen in place, shaking like a chihuahua in Ahri's arms. Haechan. Being an idol is all he's ever known-- All most of them have ever known, but it's his life, it's where his family is, and being on stage is what he was born to do. Giving it all up in an instant is terrifying.

"Do we all have to say it?" he asks quietly.

Johnny shakes his head. "I can do the talking, and maybe Mark'll have to, too, but you won't."

Haechan gulps. "Do I have to stand in front of the cameras?"

"We have to apologize, Hyuck," Doyoung replies shyly.

Because of the shame of what they've done, they all have to get up there and apologize to the fans-- Even though they shouldn't have to, and the whole situation is so stupid and unfair to them! They aren't hurting anyone. They were happy living a quiet life with Ahri and Reyna behind closed doors while still going out and performing for the fans who love them so much. Apologizing feels wrong... But it's necessary, unfortunately.

Hyuck nods with a deep breath then turns to hide against Ahri who holds him and tells him that it's going to be alright while Johnny and Mark get up to call the police back, to set it all up.

"I'm so sorry," Ahri says.

No one blames her. It's not her fault they fell in love with her, and it's not her fault that they all agreed to dating each other. It's not her fault that this happened to them, that some fucked up person decided to intrude on their personal lives. She doesn't have to apologize anymore than they do... But like them, she feels like she has to.

Ok Aurora's back to check in on how we're doing. Do we need a drink? I got vodka in the cabinets. I can get soju or something if you need to get through the rest of this. How about some snacks? Maybe a anti-delulu pill? No? We good? Okay. Let's run it. We're gonna be switching to the boys' POV now wowowweewow (I'm going crazy)

Ahri doesnt watch the news when the boys leave for the press conference. She can't bear to see what's going to happen, even though it's the boys who have to endure the worst while she lays uselessly in a hospital bed as the reason that all of this is happening in the first place. If she never met Johnny, this wouldn't have happened. If she didn't have that threesome with Yuta, she and Johnny never would have talked about being in a polyamorous relationship. If she'd stopped eye-fucking Taeyong, Doyoung never would've gotten drunk and confessed his feelings for Ahri, and then Taeyong wouldn't have asked her out too........ If she didn't wear that short blue skirt on her birthday, then Reyna wouldn't have been born, and another babby wouldn't be on the way, and none of this would be happening. Their careers would be in tact. They wouldn't have to constantly worry about getting caught with Ahri or Reyna, or being seen being intimate with each other. It doesn't matter what the boys say, Ahri knows that all of this is her fault, and she just can't bear to watch it all crumble for that reason.

When the press conference is over, the media's trying to ask all kinds of questions while the boys are corralling each other off-stage. They had it set up at the company this time, the big logo behind them, some of their friends watching from the office windows, gossiping about what was going on. Johnny did most of the talking, like he promised. They admitted to the relationship with Ahri, and he said that his daughter isn't his, but actually Mark's. He didn't offer up any more details than necessary, and they refused to answer questions or make more comments. They are all so good about keeping their shit together in front of the cameras, even Haechan who is shaking uncontrollably and reaching to hold Mark's hand while they bow after after apologizing-- But the second they're inside and building and heading upstairs, perhaps for the last time before the company decides to kick them to the curb, he breaks. Haechan feels like he's being suffocated in the confines of the elevator. The second the doors open, he runs out and rushes to the locker room they always used after practices when they needed to shower... The boys follow. Haechan's already peeling off his clothes, running hot water and dipping under the shower head while crying, hoping the warm water will stop his shivers, and that the water will cover up his tears. But nothing helps. He holds onto the wall to balance himself while trying to control his breathing.

"I've got you," Taeyong coos, taking off his jacket to keep it try before reaching to keep Hyuck on his feet.

Yuta closes the locker room door behind all eight of them, then sits on the floor, his back against the door so no one can get in. Mark silently navigates his way to another shower in the far back corner, and without even taking off his shoes or stripping out of his clothes, he turns on the water and falls to his knees, facing away from the room so no one can see his face. Doyoung, Jungwoo, Jaehyun, and Johnny gather around the benches where they used to set their bags down while they changed clothes or stripped before showering. Now it's used for all of them sit in silence except for Johnny. He stands, his back pressed against a wall full of unused lockers.

They're all trying to think of something funny to say to lighten the mood, but nothing comes out. Not while Mark is isolating himself in the corner and Haechan's having a panic attack. Now all there's left to do is wait. Wait for news about Reyna... Wait for the public reaction to their scandal... Are they going to be shunned forever, forced out of the industry, never to show their faces in public again... Or will the fans be split on the situation, allowing the company to keep the boys on but at least put them on hiatus for a bit until things die down... And what about Mark and Haechan participating in Dream? Will the fans call for their removal or will no one give two fucks?

"Should we go talk to the police?" Doyoung asks.

The police were downstairs, still talking to the media, not about the boys' relationship with Ahri or the scandal itself, but asking for more help finding Reyna, trying to get information about who took her.

"Let's just... sit here for a bit..." Jaehyun responded. "Nothing matters in here..."

Once Yuta would move out of the doorway and they'd step outside, reality would hit again. They would have to face the consequences of their actions, apologize some more, explain themselves to questioning executives, talk to police officers who were practically useless trying to find Reyna. But in that locker room, the eight of them were just... them. The same locker room where they used to snap towels at each other, or where Johnny would find a way to turn off the hot water so all of them jumped into freezing showers unexpectedly, or where some of them kissed for the first time because there was no one around and it was guaranteed that there were no cameras watching them. In the locker room, Taeyong could take care of Haechan without worrying about someone catching onto why he was actually doing it. Inside, Yuta could guard the door to protect the others while they grieved what should have been the most successful years of their lives-- Despite their shitty company who never did them any favors. Inside, Jungwoo could start to sob as he worried about Reyna. Afterall, he was the one who had her in his room when she got sick, and he spent every day since then worried to death that something else would happen to her. He kept track of her meds, he made sure she ate enough of Johnny and Doyoung's cooking, he made sure that none of the boys were in contact with her after traveling abroad because that's what the doctor ordered. His worst fear was having her get sick all over again. And while this was worse nightmare than that, the anxiety of thinking about what was happening to her without her meds made it impossible for Jungwoo to think straight.

Minutes later, Johnny's phone rings. He frantically answers it with a worried croak, "Ahri?" that catches everyone's attention except for the three boys in the shower room. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, J. I have her."

"What?"

"I have her. Reyna. She's fine. She's here with me, she's safe, she's healthy, she not sick. I have her back."

Johnny suddenly slides down the lockers before sitting on the floor with a loud thud that leaves the rest of the boys even more concerned. "How?"

"I don't know," she says. "I was asleep after you guys left, and I just woke up, and there she was, in a hospital crib next to my bed, asleep and babbling happily."

"Someone just... left her there?"

"I guess? I don't know."

The ever so stoic Johnny falls apart, sobbing into his free hand while still holding his phone up to his ear. It worked. They took a gamble giving into the demands, giving up everything they've built together, but it worked.

"Ahr has Reyna," he announces to the boys with a cry.

Jaehyun lets out a sigh of relief into his hand as he leans forward. Doyoung's able to cry again after trying to hold back in front of Ahri ever since they got back from Busan. Jungwoo's crying more, but he has enough in him to ask if she's okay. Yeah, she's okay. She's the happy baby they know and love.

Yuta abandons his post at the door to go to the shower room, kicking off his shoes before walking over to Mark who's still drenched in his own clothes beneath the freezing cold water that makes Yuta hiss when he reaches out to caress Mark's back lovingly. Mark jolts when he's touched. He looks up, eyes red and puffy, obvious tears streaming down his face despite his attempt to hide them in the shower. Yuta turns off the water. He crouches down besides Mark and pats him on the head.

"Ahri has Reyna back."

Mark's lower lip trembles, then he grabs Yuta's shirt and starts to cry against him.

Taeyong turns off the water and helps Hyuck out of the shower finally now that he's calmed down and isn't shaking so much anymore. The good news comes as an overwhelming relief to all of them. Hyuck gladly accepts help getting dried off and put back into his clothing because he knows that the sooner they're ready to leave, the faster they can go back to the hospital to see Ahri and Reyna. Mark's a bit slower. It takes him a few minutes to be convinced by Yuta to be lifted to his feet as he's still crying, and when they walk into the locker area where the rest of the boys are, Doyoung's already supplied one of the stupid company merch T-shirts and a pair of gym shorts that are always in the locker rooms for whenever one of the boys stupidly forgets to bring practice clothes with them. Usually that only happens to the trainees... Still, the extra supply of clothes helps them in the long run because they manage to peel Mark out of his sopping wet clothes and into dry ones.

"I'm gonna talk to the police before we leave for the hospital," Johnny says, already off the phone with Ahri since nurses wanted to check on Reyna. As he weaves his way through the group, he gently holds the back of Hyuck's neck and presses a kiss to his temple, then continues on towards the door.

alright, squad, let's take a breather... *pops an anti-delulu pill* that'll kick-in in about 30 min, so let's finish this puppy

Later, when the boys arrive at the hotel, Johnny's first mission is to see with his own eyes that Reyna is in fact there, alive, and okay, before he finds the doctor and starts asking about how the hell someone walked through the hospital with their daughter in a hospital cradle, dropped her off in Ahri's room, and walked out without being seen. No one knows. The police are checking cameras, trying to figure out who's responsible, and how and why this all happened... But no one knows anything. And that irritates Johnny. How's he supposed to keep his family safe when they don't even know who or what he's supposed to be keeping them safe from?

The other boys rush Ahri's hospital room like a fucking stampede. Everyone's trying to be the first to see her, all of them asking a million questions that Ahri has few answers to. Yes, Reyna's healthy. The doctors can't find anything wrong with her... It's almost like she did take her meds, which is odd, because they're prescriptions, and they're in the house still, according to the police who went to check earlier. No, she's not upset. Hell, Reyna doesn't even know what the fuck is going on. The second she's in Taeyong's arms, she's giggling and reaching to poke the little divot spot under his eye. She's not exactly happy to be in Jaehyun's arms, which is the only unusual thing, but they realize once she tries to reach up for his now non-existent long hair that she's just pissed his hair is still so short. Like mother, like daughter.

"Can I?" Mark chirps up, stepping forward between Taeyong and Jaehyun.

Their smiles falter slightly at the realization of what this means to him now, after everything, but Jaehyun willingly surrenders her to Mark who accepts her with a heavy, scared sigh. As she settles in his arms, Reyna coos happily again. And then she hiccups. She whines uncomfortably, squirming around in his arms, trying to get comfortable as she hiccups again... But Mark's giggling at her.

"Welcome home... Our little Reyna..."

Back then, when she was born, Mark held her in his arms, and he was giggling and cooing at her the same way when the name "Reyna" accidentally slipped out of his mouth. He hadn't meant to name her. He figured that should've been left up to Ahri, or Johnny, or someone else, but never him. It just happened so suddenly. "My Reyna," that was what he said back then. But now, after everything, she was their Reyna.

good job, squad, we survived! hope you enjoyed this non-canon retelling of a dream i had about poly!ilichil x ahri lol

#op #fanfic #ask #ahri thoughts #johnny #yuta #taeyong #doyoung #jaehyun #jungwoo #mark #haechan

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0seraptor0 · 3 months ago

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A theory made by me and my friend: part 3

Hello everyone I’m the Whitepine community. Me and my friend have spent the past hour making up theories. They may be quite long but we’d love for you to read them!!

3. My friend came up with a valid reason the century possibly is as we know ivory arrives on a train so my friend looked into what train its a steam train of course! which just so happens to be the 19th century!!!! which i totally believe this is the century we are set in for whitepine as like i said in paragraph 1 the ivory pianos were typically made in the 19th century. Another connection to mysticats death is the person we see her looking after mr hemlocke (pyroscythe) he is seen throwing up coincidental?? NO it isnt another symptom of hemlock posioning is nausea/throwing up. I fully believe mr hemlocke is posioned too this makes me believe that even the family is unaware of the fact hemlock isnt safe at all this might also be a connection to mrs hemlocke dying? i assume she isnt here with us anymore as it is mentioned her piano used to be upstairs in a room but is now locked away in the basement forgotten similar to how ivory is easily forgotten as shes quiet.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

#ivory minecraft #minecraft #whitepine #white pine #theory

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wayward-aeon · 2 months ago

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two* new arrivals, and the lessons they bring

as a system, our rate of growth is generally quite steady. i would say we get a handful of new folk each year, never enough to overwhelm. oftentimes, new headmates form with specific purposes, such as to handle a specific stressor, or fulfill some manner of niche that isn't already being filled by another member.

since this past june, two* newcomers have arrived specifically to challenge what systemhood means for us.

despite not being the original, i am as prone to doubt and denial as anyone else. our overall inner activity levels are very low - i am alone in here the grand majority of the time. there is a bit of a "chicken or the egg" situation there - i doubt us because things are quiet, but what if it is quiet because i doubt? either way, i'm working on it, and i would like to think i have made a lot of progress lately. still frontstuck, but to my recollection, we've co-fronted and generally communicated more this year than we have since our post-discovery boom back in the late 2010s.

yet, in many ways, i am still subconsciously resisting this change. there is part of me that is afraid. afraid of being wrong, afraid of losing control. afraid that someday this might not be "my" life anymore, not that this life was ever mine (or at least not mine alone) to begin with. our previous primaries/hosts have all either gone dormant or integrated, and it has been stressful each time, adapting to the changes that come with confronting the world with a different face than before. i worry, deep down, that it's only a matter of time before i follow in their footsteps. i worry that i might lose everything.

i am also grappling constantly with internalized pluralphobia. i was unfortunate to be introduced to systemhood through the exclusionist side of the community, and in my confusion as a newly aware system and my desperation to have my experiences validated, i ate up every awful, hateful piece of rhetoric that they fed me. although i am now staunchly pluralpunk (at least towards others, if not yet for myself), much of what i saw and was told during those times clings to me like a parasite. despite firmly believing there is no right way to be plural, i still fall into the trap of thinking myself to be the unique exception - that i must do systemhood the "right way", or else i have been lying to myself all along.

these are the biggest hurdles in the way of our health and function as a collective, right now. and that's where our newcomers come into play.

firstly, they are both fictives. this already ruffles the feathers of my "inner sysphobe", who tries to tell me that each new fictive we form is a point against our validity. never mind the fact we have always been a fictive majority.

secondly, they are both extremely plural-coded in their respective sources (hence the asterisks when i say there are "two" of them), and for both, it is a huge part of who they are and how they interface with the world at large. for both, it is a source of pride and strength rather than something to skitter around the edges of like a nervous cat. one of them in particular sees it as a form of art, viewing the consciousness as the clay with which to mold countless priceless artifacts of selfhood. this goes against everything i have told myself for years: that we cannot be proud, that we cannot be visible, that we cannot present in a fashion that falls outside of arbitrary parametres invented by people who view us as mere symptoms of a disease.

it has been a lot for me to take in.

to an extent, i see a reflection of myself and my own median-ness in them. they are many, all sharing the same face (and often the same name), yet each is uniquely different, even if only to the most minute details. the version of them i speak to today may not be the same as who i spoke to yesterday, but that isnt a bad thing. this is probably a big part of why they showed up here in the first place. whether or not i want to accept it, i need them. they have come to me with outstretched hands, offering to teach me plural joy, and all i have to do is let them.

and that is a process in itself, but we persevere. even if it is centimetre by agonizing centimetre, or even if we move backwards at times, progress is progress.

#i dont usually pluralpost on here i dont know what tags to use #plurality #alterhuman

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pastanest · 2 years ago

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 6

Unsaid

It’s so strange, staring out of a proper window, into a real neighbourhood. Gives a new perspective to how your group has been living since the start. Even at the farm, it was rare that most of you felt comfortable to enter the Greene house, and at the prison the windows werent exactly homely. That word seemed alien to you now. Alexandria is like a dream, a fantasy, one that you’re so afraid you’re going to wake up from. But at the same time, you cant help hoping that this could be a real home, a safe place. Turning around, you lean on the kitchen counter, your eyes glancing over your makeshift family, until they reach the lonely angel sitting on the living room windowsill.

Daryl Dixon. A man you’ve spent years getting to know, while he has gained the courage to do the same for you. The two of you could talk for hours on end, there was never a moment of discomfort between you. But there was always something that you both skipped over; the time was never right, or there was never enough time. It wasnt safe enough to admit the darkest secret you shared with him, it wasnt safe enough to realise it, to acknowledge it even existed. So, it stayed quiet.

But that isnt to say that you and Daryl resisted the magnetic connection that pulled you to each other. Somehow, he senses that you’re approaching him, and searches the room until his eyes land on you, walking towards him.

“Uh, Daryl? I was wondering if you could...keep watch, while Im in the shower.” You ask him shyly.

Daryl takes in everything about you, the way your fingers are fiddling with the hem of your dirty shirt, the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes are avoiding his.

You and him have always had a thing, an understanding and a softness towards each other that never developed into anything else, it just exists on its own; dormant, waiting. The world was too chaotic and dangerous for the two of you to ever have a moment to explore it, so it remained an uncharted, lingering presence.

Daryl always understands what you‘re saying, and the parts that you didnt want to say - he hears loud and clear just by looking at you. So he knows that you are coming to him because you‘re still scared, and he wants to help.

“Yeah, no prob’m.” He answers, standing up from his place at the windowsill and following you to the bathroom upstairs.

You dont speak to him anymore, you simply offer a grateful smile before entering the bathroom, closing the door behind you. Daryl idles there, hearing the water turn on and then you sighing with relief as you step under it.

Somehow, you get so lost in the clean bliss of showering that you forget Daryl is standing right outside, and you start humming. Before you know it, you’re singing away to yourself, and Daryl cant help smiling from the other side of the door, keeping his head down as he leans against the wall with his arms crossed, so that if anybody walks by they wont see the smile on his face.

A couple of times, people in the house do walk by, and although they’re all people in the house and therefore in the group, Daryl still stands up straighter and makes it clear he’s guarding the door so that nobody tries to go in there. He’s always been protective of you like that.

When Daryl hears the shower turn off, he kicks himself off the wall lightly and shifts his weight from foot to foot awkwardly, not knowing how to stand and wait for you, not knowing which standing position would appear the most relaxed to you. His hands feel empty without his crossbow, he’d find it much easier to stand “naturally” if he had that with him.

The door opens and a cloud of steam guides you out of the misty bathroom, you have a peach coloured towel wrapped around your body and you’re using a white one to scrub at your wet hair. You jump at the sight of Daryl, and then laugh to yourself, blushing again.

“I forgot that I’d made you stand here, oh gosh.” You cover your face with your hands as you realise he must’ve heard you singing.

Daryl shakes his head “Didn’ make me, I wan’ed to.”

You meet Daryl’s eyes then, confusion written on your features, and his eyes widen.

“Shit, not like that! Didn’ wanna be here just ‘cause you were showerin’, I jus’ mean’-“

You smile up at him, making no effort to cease his ramble, but your smile stops him anyway. “I trust you Daryl, dont worry.”

Heading to one of the bedrooms to get dressed, you stop suddenly and turn to him. “Do you wanna shower next?”

“Naw.”

“Daryl.”

“What?”

“Shower.”

“Naw.”

“What if I keep watch for you just like you did for me?” You smile at him again, and Daryl’s heart melts.

It is utterly adorable that you think he’s scared to shower because of being vulnerable to attack, and that you are offering to protect him in the same way he did for you. By no means does he want to shower, it brings about vulnerability of an entirely different sort. But, you standing outside the bathroom means that you’ll be waiting for him after his shower, and he’ll get more of a chance to talk to you, which gives him something to look forward to. That, and he couldnt deny that your presence at the door would reassure him, he knows you can be fierce when you want to be, and nothing would get past you, it’d sooner kill you than get to him. Wow, really Daryl? Thinking about her dying while you’re in the shower? That’s reassuring.

Daryl nods at you after a few seconds of silence. “Alright, but you go get dressed first. You’ll catch a cold standin’ there in damp towels.”

You squeal excitedly and run off to the bedroom you were previously heading towards, shutting the door behind you. Daryl shakes his head and laughs, unable to believe that you just got even cuter. Seconds later, you arrive at his side, clad in pyjamas far too big for you, the pants are so long they act as socks as well, and the sleeves are so long that you‘re balling them in your firsts to act as hands.

“I am ready to kick ass if anything tries to get your ass!” You throw some dramatic, pyjama-shirt-fisted punches, and Daryl does his usual scoff laugh.

“Never felt safer.” He teases as he messes up your hair, and you scrunch your face up in the most adorable frustration. For a precious moment, Daryl lets himself admire you while you’ve got your face scrunched up and therefore your eyes closed, but then he’s closing the door behind him as he enters the bathroom.

While he’s stripping free of his clothes, Daryl imagines you on the other side of the door, kicking out the long pant legs of your pyjamas, swinging around the long sleeves. Little things like that entertained you somehow, the presence of that childlike wonder and amusement that this world manages to kill even in children themselves, but it had never succeeded in taking that from you. By no means are you unaware of the way the world is now, and that’s what amazes Daryl so much: even after witnessing the horrors of the world around you, you still manage to keep yours - and everyone around you’s - spirits up.

When he steps in the shower, Daryl doesnt see the smile on your face, the sound of the water changing because it has someone standing under it telling you that Daryl is actually showering. You know there‘s something else that keeps him from showering, from walking around shirtless like the other guys do during hot weather. You didnt ask him, and you never will. If he wants to tell you at any point, then he can do that in his own time and in his own way. It means a lot to you that despite you not knowing what it is, you offering to protect him in this way and him accepting it shows that he trusts you, too.

As the shower stops, you hear wet footsteps out of it, and then Daryl curses under his breath.

“Everything alright in there?” You ask him, knocking on the door quietly.

“I aint got no damn clothes.” Daryl mutters.

Your eyes widen. “Okay, right, wait here, I’ll be approximately one minute!”

Sprinting back into the bedroom you got dressed in, you start searching through the piles of clothes given to you from the people of Alexandria. In record time, you manage to find some boxers, a pair of grey sweats and a baggy black vest that look like they’ll fit Daryl, while also not risking making him overheat. You skid your way back, panting when you get back to the bathroom door because you’d been so frantic.

“Got you some stuff! If you dont like it, I can go find you something else.” You tell him through the door, and Daryl opens it slightly.

Another cloud of mist greets you, and then Daryl’s clean face, wet hair, and just the tiniest glimpse of his naked chest. You pass him the clothes, and he nods at you before closing the door again, leaving you swooning against the wall. That was a lot, wow.

A minute or so later Daryl steps out wearing the clothes you’d given him. Daryl Dixon in grey sweats? You had unintentionally plotted your own demise. His hair is wet and messy, definitely knotted from how roughly he’s tried to dry it with a towel.

You smile at him, eyeing him up and down. “Lookin’ good, Dixon!”

The way you‘re looking at him makes Daryl feel a little insecure until you say that, and he realises you‘re in fact checking him out.

“Stop.”

You stick your tongue out at him. “Make me!”

Daryl rolls his eyes at that.

You take a step closer to him and reach up to part his hair. “This just wont do, though. C’mon, I can fix it!”

And then you’re grabbing his hand and leading him to an empty bedroom. Not the one with clothes in, because other people could go in there looking for said clothes. You make sure to go into an empty one, and bring Daryl over to a bed. Pushing his shoulders gently, you sit him down on the edge of it, and then you dart out of the room. When you return, there’s a hairbrush in your hands, and Daryl scoffs.

“You’ve gotta be kiddin’ me.”

You beam at him. “Not even a little bit! Your hair is lovely, it deserves to be properly taken care of.”

The compliment sounds sincere, and Daryl struggles to meet your eyes after that. You climb onto the bed and kneel behind him, parting the rest of his hair before you start to brush it. He expects it to hurt at least a little, but you’re so gentle with him that he wonders how you’re even getting the knots out.

“Y’know, I’ve always liked seeing you in a vest.” You bring up casually.

“Why?” Daryl asks.

“You genuinely have the best arms I have ever seen on a man, and every time you cover them up it hurts my feelings.” You tell him, and Daryl scoffs, causing you to chuckle. “You wish I was joking!”

He shakes his head. “Keep my arms out for the sake of yer feelin’s, got it.”

You smile from behind him. “Thank you for your consideration!”

The rest of the time brushing Daryl’s hair is spent in comfortable silence. For a little while, Daryl even closes his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of you taking care of him, even through such a simple action. You dont point out that you notice, not wanting to embarrass him or disturb the peace he was feeling. You even re-brush sections that are already brushed through so that his peace lasts a little longer. Eventually though, you’ve spent a suspiciously long time brushing Daryl’s hair, and you sit back on the bed.

“There! All done!” You cheer, before running your fingers through his hair and sighing. “Wow, not to toot my own horn but I did a damn good job.”

Something about you saying the word ‘toot’ amuses Daryl. He runs his own hand through his hair. “Yeah, ya did, thanks.”

“No prob’m!” You somewhat impersonate his accent from his response earlier, and Daryl turns around to playfully raise an eyebrow at you.

“You makin’ fun o’ me?”

You gasp dramatically. “Never! Your accent is incredibly sexy!” And then you’re smiling at him again, and Daryl’s avoiding your eyes.

“Ya drive me crazy girl, y’know that?” He shakes his head.

Your smile widens into an all-out beaming grin. “I know, it’s my absolute favourite pastime!”

“Anytime I try to drive ya crazy back, ya always one-up me.” Daryl says, sounding only mildly annoyed.

“It’s a gift!” You almost sing.

Daryl sighs, looking down at the bed, and you place your hand over his, being unable to cover it because his hands are so much bigger than yours.

“Hey, what’s on your mind?” You ask him, the teasing tone vanished from your voice and replaced by a caring one, a soft one, that is mostly reserved for Daryl.

“You, like ya always are.” He tells you, boldly meeting your eyes, his gaze flickering from them to your lips, and when you smile at him again, he cant hold back.

Daryl leans in, placing the lightest kiss you’ve ever felt on your lips before he pulls away to read your reaction. The corners of your smile crease into your rosy cheeks in the most beautiful way, and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him yourself. Daryl fully turns himself around, kneeling up with you so that he can wrap his arms around you. The kiss is more passionate than the two of you had anticipated; the connection between you having been ignored and put aside for so long that now you’re finally acting on it, it’s all either of you can think about. You start leaning back, and without breaking the kiss Daryl helps lie you down comfortably beneath him, using his forearms to hold himself above you. Your hands explore him, tugging gently at his hair as you wrap your legs around his waist and bring him closer to you, then running over his tensed biceps and making yourself sigh ever so quietly just at being able to touch him like this. Daryl growls against your lips, unable to put into words his emotional response to you appreciating his body in the way you are, in a way nobody ever has. His lips leave yours to place kisses on both of your rosy cheeks, then he creates a trail down your neck.

“Daryl.” You breathe blissfully, and he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he could’ve lost himself to that alone.

“Mm?” Daryl hums.

“I’d love to, but we shouldnt, not yet.”

He lifts his head to meet your eyes, and he nods. “I know.”

You hold his face in your hands. “We’ve got the rest of forever, there’s no rush.”

Daryl’s eyes stare into yours, searching for the answer to his question before he’s even asked it. “Ya wanna spend yer forever with me?”

You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Of course I do! I adore you, Daryl Dixon.”

His heart skips a beat. I love you, that’s the cliché, that’s the weighty, scary norm of a relationship milestone. But adore? You adore him?

Daryl rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Expressing his feelings through words is still a new concept to him, he cant quite muster up the courage to repeat your words to him, but he knows that whatever’s left unsaid, you’ll hear loud and clear.

“I’ll make it worth yer while.”

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #x reader #the walking dead #twd #imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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