#we all love that patching up fluff but i felt like if i added it in

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 27] || [Chapter 29]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: illness, injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff, love confessions! Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Just a cute little moment

Chapter 28: How in the-

The trip with John was short but sweet. A full weekend together, away from everything…

Followed by 4 whole weeks alone. Not that you minded the extra piece and quiet.

You were normally kept at a distance from the boys and their line of work. Arms length, not because they don’t trust you, but because just like Simon learned to drop Ghost at the door, the rest drop work at the door too.

The closest thing you get to ‘work’ is funny anecdotes that can even make you laugh, OR soft, whispered, retelling of memories as your hands snake over their rough skins, fingers grazing the scars that those memories left behind.

Today was a first. In a lot of ways.

The boys showed up at your flat at 3 A.M. after spending a whole month out of Hereford and in God knows where.

You had opened the door very wearily to the sight of the four of them, not even having changed out of their tactical gear, looking like they had been through hell.

Kyle was walking with a limp and a groan, his back stiff and an inability to properly swivel side to side at the hips.

Johnny had gotten his shoulder shot?? Plus his knee was acting up so he was also limping.

John was, also, limping. His back was also stiff and he murmured something about having pulled a muscle.

And Simon? The man’s eyes were surrounded by circles darker than you’d ever seen them, his shoulders slumped. He moved normally, unlike the others. And that concerned you more than anything.

“Jesus, what happened?”

“Mission mishaps. They happen sometimes, da’lin’.” John told you soothingly as he attempted to press a kiss to the crown of your head, but wincing when he felt the pain shoot up his spine.

“Sounds to me like more than mishaps. There’s no way all four of you are injured and it was just a ‘mishap’.” You scolded them as you carefully helped them off their gear, multiple men groaning and grunting in pain as the heavy weights were shed from their torsos.

“Have you been checked?”

“Yes, we went to medic before coming over-” Kyle told you.

“And they let you leave on foot? You look like you all should be on bed rest!” You scolded them.

“And that’s why we’re here.” Johnny added before letting out a groan when you moved his arm, sending pain barreling down his arm.

“How in the-” You murmured as you noted the patched up bullet wound.

“Don’t ask…” Kyle muttered under his breath, a whimper of a sound that you had never quite heard from him.

They were like lost puppies… Needy for being lulled to sleep by a soft hand caressing them behind the ears after some nasty man kicked them on the street.

So that’s how you ended up with four injured soldiers in your house. Ghost took the living room couch, leaving the bed for John and Kyle and Johnny.

“Don’t get any blood on my bed, Johnny!” You warned him. “If something happens, you call me.” You had added as you made sure they were as comfortable as can be before you slipped out of the room.

Reaching the living room, it was now well past 4 A.M. Simon was lying there, one leg swung over the back of your couch, and eyes locked on the shower. “You okay, Simon?” You checked softly.

“Fine, sweetheart.”

“Don’t look fine to me.” You retorted and sat on the armchair by his head, looking down at him, your hand finding his and caressing it.

He twitched a bit against the pillows, brown eyes fluttering for a moment as he took a deep breath. “Mission went tits up. Strained ourselves trying to finish.”

“You too, then?” You asked him and he nodded. “Where?”

“Everywhere. I’m sore all over… And I think I have a fever.” He admitted.

“Do you wanna try a shower?” You suggested and he shook his head.

“I don’t wanna stand up for that long… I get dizzy.”

“And a bath?” You added.

“…” Simon didn’t answer but he groaned and forced himself to stand up. You helped guide him to the bathroom.

After lowering the stopper and allowing the water to flow into the tub, you looked at Simon. “I’ll be outside, okay? I’ll give you privacy.” You told him softly.

Leaning up, you kissed his pale cheek, and turned away…

Only for him to catch you by the wrist. “Stay.”

“What?” You asked him, unsure you heard him right.

“Stay. Please.” He requested.

“But… you said you didn’t-” You trailed off, the memory of his fear of exposing his body to you (or anyone) clear in your mind.

“I know what I said. Just… Please.” He insisted.

“Okay.” You replied and nodded, stepping forward again. He reached his arms up, painfully slowly, the same way John and Kyle and Johnny had.

You grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and slowly rolled it up, your eyes finding his scar-riddled torso for the first time. Blotchy skin due to chemical burns here and there, big gashes and smaller cuts spread throughout.

Simon was looking away the whole time as you helped him off his cargos and underwear. The injuries continued down his legs, every inch of him nasty and ugly, only due to how brutal his scars were. In reality, it all made no difference to you.

“You okay?” You checked on him. He nodded slowly, his eyes screwed shut.

“Let’s get you into the water, okay? It’ll do you good.” You said as you grabbed him by the bicep and helped get him into a seated position inside the tub.

Then, you knelt by his side just as he was grunting in relief, his muscles relaxing in the water. 

The bathtub that had felt tight with you and Johnny in it months ago, now felt even smaller with Simon Riley in it. 

Grabbing the sponge, you carefully ran it over his torso and shoulders, wetting the part of him that didn’t fit in the bath.

The blond leaned his head back on the wall and opened his eyes, finding you looking at him.

“Thank you.” Simon told you in a whisper.

“For bathing you?”

“For dating me.” He replied, causing you to smile.

“My, Simon, you might be sicker than I expected. Where’s the confidence?” You teased him good-naturely, earning a soft chuckle from him.

“Was never here. Just faking it until I made it…” He admitted and shook his head, letting it lull against the tiles.

“I see, well… It worked.” You joked as you kept wetting his body carefully.

“We’re lucky to have you.” He murmured. “You didn’t have to do this. To put up with us.”

“It’s not putting up if I like you.” You told him. “Besides… you take care of me. I take care of you. Mutually beneficial, that’s what a relationship should be.”

“I don’t take care of you because I like you.” Simon whispered, a drowsy look in his tired eyes.

“Then what for?” You asked him. “Because you want to shag me that bad?” You joked again and winked.

“No… because I love you.” Simon muttered, his lips a bit lazy in the way he said it, clearly too relaxed and tired and groggy to really think straight.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped open, your hands going limp and dropping the sponge. “Simon…”

“You don’t have to say it back.” He said as he rolled his head against the tile wall, side to side. “Just wanted you to know.”

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[jinnie-ret]

skz and 9th member reader doing one of the period pain simulator things and reader being completely fine while the boys are Suffering. them realising how bad the period pains are and how the reader just gets on with schedules and dance practice and gym while in immense pain and the boys are just like :00

period pains

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 0.9k (exactly!)

summary: you're keen to see the boys reactions to what you go through every month.

I hope you enjoyed this! If you did be sure to comment or reblog! And let me know if you'd like to be added to my taglist!

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You didn't mean to make such a dramatic exit when you ran out of the practice room to the toilets, but a girl's gotta go, especially when she's on her period. You didn't want to risk bleeding through your grey joggers that you wore.

Just as you exited the toilets, you had a worried Felix waiting for you.

"Y/Nnie, are you ok? Are you sick?" he frowned, a crease between his brows as he hoped you were not feeling under the weather.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, it's just, you know girl things," you tried to hint, yet he didn't seem to get it straight away, which surprised you, considering he had two sisters.

"Girl things?" he wondered out loud.

"Gosh do I have to spell it out? I've just got some cramps at the moment, I'm on my period," you sighed and rolled your eyes at him, jokingly of course.

"Ohhhhhh..."

"Yeah, now come on, let's get back to practice," you started walking, not turning around to see if he followed or not.

"You sure you're up for it? You can take a break if you need!" Felix wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you walked back into the practice room.

"Felix, I love you, but, I'll be fine haha, I've done this plenty of times before. If I really need to, then of course, I'll take a break, ok?" you couldn't help but smile at his caring attitude towards you.

"Oh, is it that time?" Chan asked as soon as you walked in, overhearing part of your conversation.

"Haha, yes, what gave it away?" you laughed in disbelief at how he could have possibly known.

"The emergency crisps in your bag kinda said it all," Chan lightly chuckled.

Oh.

Makes sense.

"Y/N, do you need painkillers? A hot water bottle?!" Han came up to you, treating you like you were a fragile doll.

"I've taken some painkillers already, it's fine, let's just continue with practice, yeah?" you patted his head to calm him down. What was it with these boys?

"Are you sure you can manage?" Hyunjin warily asked.

"I'm sure. You guys don't need to baby me, let's just continue," you laughed as you shook your head, getting back into position. You didn't miss their obvious glances at you, and whilst a part of you felt warm, another part was wondering how bad they truly thought periods were.

It didn't take long for your queries to be answered. In a special episode of SKZ Code, the boys were all simultaneously being hooked up to period pain simulator machines, which you were keen to see their reactions to.

"I bet I won't even flinch," Changbin smirked as he folded his arms.

"Surely it can't be that bad?" Jeongin thought out loud.

"If you don't think it's that bad, why do you always baby me when I'm on my period, hmmm?" you raised a brow at them. It made quite the moment for the episode, stays thinking you looked very cool in this moment with your blunt attitude.

"Well, you know, it's because..." Seungmin trailed off.

"We see how emotional you can get sometimes but you're an emotional person anyways," Lee Know shrugged.

"Then I bet Chan will be crying by the end of this," you teased your sensitive leader.

"Hey! I have a sister, I know that this will be painful, trust me," Chan held up his hands.

"I think I'll be fine," Han nodded confidently.

"Interesting..." you simply commented back, before the staff pressed the on buttons on the patches that were placed upon their abdomens and you could see the discomfort on their faces straight away.

"This isn't too bad..." Hyunjin's nose scrunched slightly.

"Oh, they're just going easy on you," you said smugly, before the intensity was raised and they started groaning, some of them (Felix, Changbin, Jeongin) started curling into themselves from the pain.

"I don't think I can go on like this," Han dramatically whined as he thrashed about suddenly and whacked Lee Know in the face.

"Yah! Just because you have a low pain tolerance!" Lee Know mumbled grumpily through gritted teeth.

"This feels a bit sadistic, Y/Nnie," Seungmin winced as he watched you smirk.

"Well this is right up your street then," you laughed at him.

"I don't know how girls do this," Changbin whimpered from the ground. Even with his jutdwae he couldn't contain or control his emotions.

"Isn't that enough yet?" Chan looked pleadingly towards the staff who finally turned off the machines, causing all members to relax and sigh in relief.

"Not as easy as you think, is it?" you sat comfortably, one leg crossed over the other.

"I'm so glad I don't have to go through that, let alone do it every month," Jeongin said as his body went lax across a sofa.

"Think how I felt, mine started when I was 12," you revealed, something you would never have needed to but you thought it would be interesting to see their reactions to it considering the situation you were in right now.

"12?! When I was 12 I had barely began auditioning for JYP..." Chan gasped.

"And now look at you, you're an old man," Seungmin casually commented after, leaving all of you in hysterics.

It was a perfect ending to an unexpected segment of a SKZ Code episode, and stays loved it.

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[yelenasdiary]

What about something with Yelena dating reader and reader is a "cat girl", like, she loves cats so much and has 4 and yelena didn't know this till they were already dating ~ 🐳

Adorable Cat Lady

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: You have Yelena over for dinner one your fourth date to which she finds out a new fact about you. 

Fluff

Warnings: None | 1K

Translations: Detka (baby),

AC: Thank you for sending this!! I decided to use this as a little shout out to my own cat, Mazda, who does make an appearance in this! I hope you enjoy! x 

You had just turned the store off when Yelena knocked softly on your front door. It was officially your fourth date with the ex-widow, and you had offered to cook for her instead of going out. As much as you felt more comfortable in a public setting, you soon realized just how much more of Yelena you wanted to get to know and what better way to do that than over a cooked meal in a place a little more quieter than a restaurant?

“You made it!” You smiled at the blonde, “I was starting to think you might have gotten lost in the neighbourhood” you added teasingly. Yelena chuckled, “We have these cool things called GPS’s now, if you didn’t already know” she replied making you laugh, “very funny! Please come in” you replied, opening the door more for her. 

“I got you these, I wasn’t sure what to bring” she said, handing you some flowers and a bag of your favorite potato chips. You took them kindly, thanking her by placing a soft kiss on her cheek, “that’s very sweet of you, thank you” you replied softly. 

You lead Yelena into your home, giving her a little tour of your small home before returning to the dining room. “I’ve cooked your favourite, but with a little twist!” You said happily. 

“A twist?” Yelena questioned, taking off her coat and neatly hanging it over the back of her chair. “Let’s just say I hope you like spicy food” you hinted, giving her a cheeky smirk just as your eldest cat jumped up onto the chair you had just pulled out for yourself. 

“Woah! You didn’t tell me you had a cat” Yelena said, looking up at you. 

“Oh, I have four! This is Misty, she’s my eldest. Then there is Patches, Zuzu and Milo” you replied proudly, “they’re all rescue cats” you added. Yelena smiled softly, “I can’t believe I had to wait until our fourth dated for you to tell me this” 

“I didn’t want you to think I was some crazy cat lady” you replied, chuckling. “I’ll be right back, I’ll feed them and then I can dish up our dinner” you added with another smile before dashing off to the kitchen. The sound of you opening a can of cat food soon had the other three of your cats running towards the kitchen, Misty following as you began to dish up their food. 

While Yelena waited, she soon noticed just how much you loved cats, the two empty classes on the table had small cat paw prints printed on them, you had a few photos of your cats in frames on the wall, on the small display cabinet that Yelena could see; there was some small cat merchandise like items sitting proudly. She smiled to herself before she noticed you walking by the kitchen and into the living room, opening up the window and placing a small plate of cat food on the bench. 

“You have a fifth cat I don’t know about?” Yelena asked sarcastically. 

“No, I just like to feed the neighbour’s cat a little treat, her name is Mazda” you replied before making your way back to the kitchen. You dished up the hot meal you had just spent the last couple of hours making before returning to the dining room and placing a plate in front of Yelena. 

“Thank you, adorable little cat lady” the blonde smiled making you chuckle, “you’re welcome little miss smart arse! I hope you like it, its one-pot chilli mac and cheese” you replied before taking a seat across from her. “Detka, I’m Russian. I drink straight vodka and not once have I thought about adding chilli to my mac and cheese! You’re a genius!” She complimented. 

“I’ve never made it before, so I hope it’s good” you smiled softly before the two of you dug in. 

After dinner and the countless compliments Yelena gave you on your cooking, you introduced her to your other three cats. Zuzu was a little more shy than the others and took a few moments to warm up to Yelena but once she did, she didn’t leave Yelena’s side. 

“Which one did you rescue first?” Yelena asked with Zuzu in her lap. 

“Zuzu actually! She was a year old when I adopted her, then a week later I adopted Patches. She’s a little older than Zuzu but they were good together, played all the time! Made an absolute mess of my house when I wasn’t home!” You replied, remembering the time the two cats were younger. “Then I got a call from a friend who works at a shelter, and she said that Misty was on basically on her last life, I couldn’t say no. So, I brought her home and she quickly became a mother figure to Zuzu and Patches. Then came Milo, my shy baby” you added, smiling softly. 

“And the stray outside? You haven’t adopted that one yet?” Yelena questioned making you chuckle, “Mazda isn’t a stray, she lives next door, I just love giving her a treat every night” you replied. 

“Did you name her after the car or?” 

You shook your head, “no, that was the owner. Not sure why though but it suits her”

“Honestly, I knew you had cats, I would’ve taken you to the cat café for our first date” Yelena smiled softly, “and if you had of done that, I fear I may have scared you off with not wanting to leave the kitty’s!” You joked, the two of you laughing afterwards. 

“Would you say these cutie would give the grand approval for me to take you to the movies on Saturday?” Yelena asked. You instantly fell for her even more as she didn’t treat your cats are just pets but pets that are your family. “You may need to butter Milo up” you joked. 

Yelena chuckled once more, “well, Milo, my new found friend, we need to have a little chat” she replied, giving you a playful wink.

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[momospetdog]

Garden of New Beginnings

Gardener!Hirai Momo x F!reader

warnings: fluff, js them checking each other out..? (idk honestly)

a/n: this is my first fic. plz bear with me

The moving truck rumbled down the quiet suburban street, finally stopping in front of a charming two-story house with a wraparound porch. The early morning sun cast a warm glow on the neighborhood, birds chirping as they flitted from tree to tree.

Hirai Momo, a beautiful and well-built gardener, was hard at work in her front yard. Her tanned muscles glistened slightly with sweat as she dug into the rich soil, planting vibrant flowers that added a splash of color to the neatly kept lawn. She paused to wipe her brow, glancing up just as the truck doors swung open.

You stepped out, stretching your back after the long drive. You looked around, taking in your new surroundings with a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The sun had reached its zenith by the time you finished unpacking the essentials in your new home. As you arranged some books on a shelf, a soft knock on the door drew your attention. You walked over and opened it to find a woman standing there, a potted plant in her hands and a friendly smile on her face.

“Hey, I’m Momo, your neighbor. I thought I’d bring you a little welcome gift,” Momo said, holding out the plant. “This is a peace lily. It’s pretty low maintenance and perfect for indoors”

You smiled warmly, your eyes flicking to Momo's sweaty neck and the messy bun that barely contained her hair. She accepted the plant gratefully. “Thank you so much, Momo! It's beautiful. By the way, nice to meet you Momo, I’m Y/N”

You smiled warmly, your eyes flicking to Momo's noticing how hard Momo had been working, you felt a sudden urge to reciprocate the gesture. “Would you like to come in? I made some of our specialty if you’re interested”

Momo’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Sure, that sounds great”

You led Momo into the kitchen, where a delicious aroma filled the air. You plated some of your homemade food and handed it to Momo, who took a bite and immediately closed her eyes in appreciation.

“Wow, this is amazing!” Momo exclaimed. You chuckled, a bit bashful. “It's a family recipe for chicken curry. I’m glad you like it”

As both of you ate, you chatted about the neighborhood and your background. Eventually, you brought up what had been on your mind since the morning.

“By the way, Momo, I saw you working in your front yard earlier. Are you a gardener by profession?”

Momo nodded, swallowing a bite of food before she answered. “Yeah, I am. I run my own gardening business. I love transforming outdoor spaces”

Your eyes lit up with excitement. “That’s perfect! I was hoping to landscape my garden, but I have no idea where to start. Would you be willing to help me with it?”

Momo’s smile widened. “I’d love to. We can start planning it out whenever you’re ready”

You felt a wave of relief and gratitude. "Thank you so much, Momo. I appreciate it. And maybe we could start tomorrow?”

Momo waved her hand dismissively. "It's no problem at all. Yes sure we can. Maybe I could check your garden so I could get an idea?”

You nodded eagerly. “That sounds great. Let me show you the backyard”

You led Momo through the back door and into the garden, which was a blank slate of overgrown grass and a few scraggly bushes. Momo’s eyes lit up as she surveyed the area, her mind brimming with ideas.

“This place has a lot of potential,” Momo said, stepping forward to examine the soil. “We can do so much with it. Do you have any particular ideas or themes in mind?”

You shrugged, feeling slightly embarrassed by your lack of knowledge. “Honestly, I just want something that looks nice and is easy to maintain. I love flowers, though, and maybe a small vegetable patch?”

Momo nodded thoughtfully. “Flowers are a great idea, and a vegetable patch can be quite rewarding. We could do a mix of perennials and annuals for color throughout the seasons, and I can suggest some low-maintenance plants that thrive in this climate”

“That sounds perfect,” You said, feeling more confident. “What do you think about adding a small seating area? I’d love a place to relax and maybe have friends over”

“Absolutely,” Momo agreed, her enthusiasm contagious. “A cozy seating area would be perfect. We could use some natural materials to keep it in harmony with the garden’s look. Maybe a small patio with a pergola covered in climbing plants?”

Your eyes widened with excitement. “I love that idea! You really know your stuff, Momo” Momo chuckled. “It’s what I do. Let’s sit down and sketch out a rough plan”

You both moved to the kitchen table, where Momo pulled out a small notepad and a pencil. She began to sketch, explaining her ideas as she went along. You watched in awe as the garden of your dreams took shape on the paper.

After an hour of planning and discussion, you and Momo had a solid outline for the garden.

Momo smiled warmly. “We can make a trip to the garden center tomorrow to pick up some supplies and get started right away”

You nodded, “Thank you so much, Momo”

“It’s my pleasure, Y/N,” Momo replied. “I’m looking forward to seeing this place transform and spending more time with you”

“Spending more time with me?” you blushed softly, your cheeks warming at the thought. You quickly looked away, hoping Momo hadn’t noticed.

Momo chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Yes, you seem like good company. And besides, working on this garden together will be fun”

You felt a flutter in your chest, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the neighborhood, you and Momo continued to talk about your plans for the garden. The conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter, and shared ideas.

When Momo finally stood to leave, you walked her to the door. “Thanks again for everything today, Momo. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow”

“Me too,” Momo said with a genuine smile. “Get a good night’s rest. We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us”

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly as you finished your breakfast and got ready for the day. You felt a mix of excitement and nerves, eager to start the garden project with Momo. As you were tying your shoes, a knock at the door made your heart skip a beat.

Opening the door, you found Momo standing there with a cheerful smile, dressed casually in a tank top with a flannel wrapped around her waist that highlighted her toned arms and a pair of baggy pants “Ready to go, Y/N?” Momo asked “Absolutely,” you replied.

Momo drove to the local garden center, chatting easily about plans. When you arrived, Momo led the way through the rows of plants and supplies, her enthusiasm evident as she pointed out various options.

“This place is amazing,” you said, looking around in awe at the vast selection of flowers, shrubs, and gardening tools.

Momo nodded. “It is. Let’s start with the basics. We need some good soil, compost, and a variety of plants that will thrive in your yard”

As you filled the cart, Momo explained the benefits of different plants, offering suggestions for color schemes and layout designs. You listened intently, appreciating Momo’s expertise.

“I never realized there was so much to consider,” you admitted. “I’m glad you're here to guide me”

“That’s what I’m here for," Momo said with a grin. “Plus, this is the fun part—choosing the plants and imagining how it will all come together”

You spent the next couple of hours selecting everything you needed, from vibrant flowers to sturdy garden tools. By the time you reached the checkout, the cart was overflowing.

“Looks like we’re ready to get started,” Momo said, helping you load the purchases into the car.

As Momo drove back to your house, the excitement was palpable. Once you arrived, Momo immediately got to work, unloading the car and setting up their supplies in the backyard.

“Alright, let’s start by preparing the soil,” Momo instructed, handing you a shovel. “We’ll need to clear out any weeds and mix in the compost”

At one point, Momo effortlessly lifted a heavy bag of soil, her muscles flexing as she carried it across the yard. You couldn’t help but admire Momo’s strength, your gaze lingering on the defined muscles in Momo’s arms and shoulders. You quickly averted your eyes, hoping Momo hadn’t noticed you staring.

But Momo did notice. She caught your quick glance and felt a warm satisfaction. She smiled to herself, enjoying the subtle attention.

After setting down the bag, You turned to Momo. “Hey, before we get too deep into this, would you like to have a snack? My mom came over while we were away and made some lemonade and baked cookies this morning”

Momo’s eyes lit up at the mention of cookies. “That sounds perfect. A little break would be nice before we dive back in.”

You made your way to the kitchen, where you quickly prepared a tray with two glasses of lemonade and a plate of freshly baked cookies. You both settled at the kitchen table, the refreshing coolness of the drinks and the sweet aroma of the cookies creating a relaxing atmosphere.

“These cookies are amazing,” Momo said, taking a bite. “So,” you said, finishing your cookie, “what’s next on our gardening agenda?”

“Well,” Momo replied, leaning back in her chair, “we still need to prep the soil and start planting the flowers. After that, we can work on setting up the vegetable patch”

You nodded, feeling more confident with Momo’s guidance. “Sounds good. Let’s get back to it”

You returned to the garden, energized and ready to continue. Momo resumed lifting heavy tools and bags, each time drawing a glance from you. You found yourself captivated by Momo’s effortless strength and the way her muscles moved beneath her skin. Momo, aware of the attention, felt a thrill run through her but kept her thoughts to herself, focusing on the task at hand.

“Do you need any help with that?” you offered, trying to be useful. “Sure, you can grab that smaller bag over there,” Momo replied, pointing to a bag of compost. As you bent down to lift it, Momo couldn’t help but admire your form, well lets say your ass… her eyes tracing the curve of your behind. She quickly looked away, maintaining her composure.

You carried the bag over and set it down next to Momo, who was still working with the soil. “Where should I put this?” you asked, standing up straight and brushing some dirt off your hands “Right here is perfect,” Momo said, patting a spot next to the bed.

As you worked together, the tension between you grew palpable. Each time Momo lifted a heavy tool or bag, you couldn’t help but notice the way her muscles flexed under her skin, the strength evident in every movement. Momo, for her part, found herself stealing glances at you when she thought you weren’t looking.

After a while, you both took a break, sitting down on the grass to catch your breath. The warm sun bathed the garden in a golden glow, casting long shadows across the freshly turned soil.

“This is looking really good,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you. Momo nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah, it’s starting to come together nicely”

You glanced over at her, catching her gaze for a brief moment before she looked away. “Thank you for all your help today, Momo. I couldn’t have done this without you”

Momo chuckled softly, her voice filled with warmth. “It’s been my pleasure, believe me. Besides, it’s nice to have some company while I work” You smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude and something more. “I’m glad to be that company”

Momo wiped her hands on her pants and turned to you, a hesitant expression on her face. “Hey, Y/N,” she began, her voice slightly uncertain, “do you... um, have a girlfriend or boyfriend?”

You paused, surprised by the question but sensing Momo’s sincerity. “No, I’m actually single,” you replied. “I haven’t really been looking, to be honest. Just focusing on settling into the new place and now this garden project”

Momo nodded, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. “Sorry, that was probably too forward. I didn’t mean to pry”

You smiled reassuringly. “It’s okay, Momo. I appreciate you asking. What about you?” Momo hesitated, then chuckled softly. “Honestly, my plants keep me pretty busy,” she admitted. “But, I’ve been thinking it might be nice to have someone to share things with outside of work”

You felt a rush of warmth towards Momo. “I understand that. It’s nice to have someone to share things with”

Momo nodded thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before she cleared her throat. “Listen, there’s a new café that just opened up nearby. Would you... maybe want to go there for lunch sometime?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the invitation. “I would love to,” you replied, your smile growing wider. “That sounds wonderful, Momo”

Momo returned the smile, relieved and happy. “Great! It’s a date then”

a/n: plz tell me ur thoughts and on what else i can improve 🙏

[buckys-little-belle]

Chapter Three - Raindrops and Goodbyes

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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW. 

Warnings - Talks about past (bad) Caregivers, talks about fear of abandonment, some heavy negative feelings, comparing oneself to others, fluff but ends in some angst, Bub eats, food mentioned, Bub cries 

Word Count - 1751

Note - Sorry this took so long to get out! Things got hectic, and crappy, and I haven't been able to edit, or format, or really write lately! Luckily things are going well and I won't start school till the 16th so I'm hoping to get some stuff out in the next week or so! Part four will be posted tomorrow! I can't leave us on a sad note for too long! I just can't!!

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Y/n always hated wearing her yellow raincoat, the material feeling odd against her skin, and the crinkle of the fabric was never music to her ears. But on days like this, grey skies and heavy raindrops falling to the ground, she had no choice but to suit up. Her matching rain boots on, allowing her to splash in any puddle she felt needed to be played in. 

As she neared the Cafe she got excited, Bucky said they would go to the park today, and although it’s running she has hopes that he’ll let them go anyways, her umbrella overhead creating enough of a dry patch to maybe, at the least, run around in the mud without catching a nasty cold. 

“Mr!” She cheered as she walked in, something she did every time she saw him sat at his usual table, early as always. “I has something for you!” She smiled big as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack “Here.” Her smile grew as Bucky’s mirrored hers, the small baggie with flowers printed on it full of chocolate chip cookies her pride and joy. 

“You made these?” 

“Yes!” Y/n says still standing, ready to leave for the park wherever Bucky is ready. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, growing impatient. “All on my own!” She cheered, proud of her baked goods. “Park now?” Bub asked, her smile still huge, both hands grasping the straps of her bag, now back on her back. 

“It’s raining, Bub.” Bucky frowned, causing Bub to mirror his expression. “But we’ll go next time, okay?” He asked, his hands immediately helping Y/n out of her raincoat, the buttons soon undone. 

“But you promised?” Y/n frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I wanted to go to d’park.” Y/n held back her tears, though she wished to stomp her foot and throw a small fit, she didn’t know Bucky well enough to truly let him see her little side completely. So instead she fixed her clothing after her coat had been taken off and sat in her usual seat. 

“I know I promised, Bub.” She smiled at the nickname. “But I brought us a fun game to play today.” He was quickly making her forget about the park trip altogether, now excited to see whatever game he had brought. She hoped it wasn’t UNO, she sucked at that. “Here.” He said as he placed a game on the table, the pink and blue of Candyland making Y/n let out a small squeal. 

“I love Candyland!” She grabbed the box and bounced in her seat. “Can we play now?” She asked, her eyes turning to Bucky, him already looking at her. “Please?” She added on for good measure. 

The moment he nodded his head she opened the box, pulling all the pieces out. “Why don’t you set it up, and I get us some snacks?” Bucky asked, Y/n didn’t even look up at him, but nodded her head. Too busy pulling out the different characters. 

Y/n didn’t know how long it took Bucky to get snacks, but by the time he got back to the table she had created a whole plot amongst the characters and their kingdoms. “Here, Bub.” Bucky said as he placed a plate on the table. It was more than the usual cake pop he got her, though one still sat on the plate. This time he got vegetables and dip, some goldfish, and a cup of juice. 

“Thank you, Mr.” Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing a celery stick and dipping it. “Can I be the ice cream cone?” She asked, showing him the character she had in her hand. Bucky nodded but stayed sitting. “You need’a pick a lil guy.” She pointed to the characters situated around the board. 

“Right.” He said, his expression growing serious as he looked each one over. “I’ll pick this one, he looks tough.” Y/n broke out into a fit of giggles, the marshmallow definitely not a ‘tough guy’. 

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They got to playing the game, Y/n winning two times in a row. She wasn’t surprised, while she knew it was all down to luck, she had played the game a ton of times so clearly the Candyland gods liked her more than Bucky. “Are you cold bub?” Bucky asked her, making her realise she was shivering slightly.

She knew not bringing a sweater might be a bad idea, but she thought they were going to the park. “Um, yeah.” She nodded then shrugged her shoulders. She hoped he wouldn’t make her go back home and get one, she only had so much time in a day to spend at the cafe. “Bu’ I’m all good, can we play again?” She asked, moving their pieces back to the star. 

“Yeah we can play again, just wait a second.” Bucky stood up, she wondered where he was going, but instead of leaving to grab something or go to the bathroom he stood at the side of her booth with a black sweater in hand. “Hands up, Bub.” He said, holding the sweater out. 

“I don’ need your sweater, wha’ if yous get cold?” She asked, not sure if her being so comfortable around Bucky her little side couldn’t help but come out now was a good thing or a bad thing. While she was 100% sure Bucky was a safe guy to be around, she didn’t want to get too attached to him just in case. 

“I won’t get cold.” He answered in a softer voice. She knew he was special, that’s what everyone in the newspapers said, that he’s indestructible. But she’d hate to be the person who gave a super soldier a cold because she took his sweater. “Bub.” His voice drew her out of her worrying. He was now crouched down so they were eye level. “I won’t get cold, but you’re shivering.” He didn’t wait for her to put her arms up, instead just putting it over her head and waiting for her to put her arms through on her own.

“Tanks.” Bub murmured, looking at Bucky with a small smile. She was thankful for the sweater, now warm, but she still worried that she was too much to handle. He had given her a lot, crayons, colouring pages, so much of his time, and now his sweater. She hadn’t given him anything but cookies that she hoped tasted okay. 

“Why don’t we play again?” Bucky asked as he settled back into his seat. “I can feel it, I’m going to win this one.” He teased, she shook her head, he had no clue that the Candyland gods were on her side, and she hoped he would never know. 

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Y/n frowned as she saw Bucky pacing around outside. It had stopped raining but he said that they should wait till a sunny day to go out, because ‘everything would be slippery’. Buck’s phone had rung five hours ago, well maybe two minutes ago, but it felt like forever as she just watched him pace with an unhappy look on his face. 

She grabbed the last few goldfish and got back to her colouring, when she had won for a third time Bucky had to quit, saying his ego couldn’t handle anymore. Y/n giggled at the memory. 

The doorbell rang out and she quickly turned, though her smile turned back into a frown when she saw Bucky’s sad expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Bub.” He said, his sad words said in a kind tone. 

“Oh, otay.” Y/n answered, watching him pack up his things. “Will you be back tomorrow?” She asked, her crayons laid on the table instead of in her hands. 

Bucky sighed, then sat down, his hands clasped on the table. “I’m going to be gone until next wednesday.” Y/n’s back straightened up, he’d be gone for nine days. That was a lot of time to be gone, and a lot of time for him to think and change his mind about her. 

“Oh, do you, do you wan’ your sweater back?” She asked, wiggling her hands out of the sleeves before Bucky got to her. His hands covering hers, a painful smile on his face. 

“You can keep it, I’ll get it back when I come back okay?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll put my phone number in your phone, and I’ll text you if I’m going to be back later than wednesday, okay?” She nodded her head, at least he wasn’t just up and leaving, he was giving her a point of contact if needed. She handed him her phone, watching as he took forever to type out his name and number. It was a little silly to watch. “I won’t be able to text or call you while I’m away.” He admitted. “But you can text me all you want and I’ll read them when I’m back.” Bucky offered, though she knew she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t bother him while he was away, she knew people hated that. 

She just nodded her head, watching him as he put his coat and backpack on. “Stay safe.” She whispered as he stood in front of her, ready to leave. 

“And you be good, Bub.” Bucky whispered back, and then he was gone. She watched him get into his jeep and drive away. She knew her mind was being silly when she couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t come back, but it didn’t mean it stopped that train of thought. 

She knew deep down that he had to leave, he didn’t want to, but he had to. She knew he wasn’t like the other people who became her friends and then left and never came back, she knew that, somewhere in her mind she knew that. But she still couldn’t help it as a few tears slipped down her cheeks as she cleaned up. She couldn’t help but let out a small sad noise as she put on her coat, and she couldn’t help but sob the moment she got home and into bed. 

“He had to go save people, he was needed by the world because he's a good guy, that’s why he left.” She whispered to herself all night, but she still felt as though he had left because of something she did.

[ocean-armin]

GET FREE

Armin Arlert x Reader

Synopsis: Armin and reader build their home together after the war, inspired by another Lana song <3

Tags: armin arlert x reader, post-canon, post final season/ch 139, cottagecore armin x reader, alluding to death, shameless fluff, fem!reader if you squint?

enjoy <3

You dip the paintbrush once more into the pail in order to scrape the bottom. Dribbling down from the bristles to the handle, the perfect sage color rolls onto your fingers. You had begged Armin to let you buy the paint for the shutters the second you spotted it.

Who would’ve associated picking a color of paint to luxury? Growing up within the walls, you both lacked knowledge that the outside world had possessed for so long. Your three years of freedom had been jarring, and often times heartbreaking; but it allowed choice. So, if you wanted green shutters, green shutters it was.

“How’re the finishing touches coming?” Armin called out, approaching the patch of grass in which you were seated.

Rolling up his sleeves, his face glistened in the heat. A tinge of sunburn creeping across his nose. Despite his role as a commander, Armin was never viewed as one of the athletically inclined soldiers during your shared days in the war. However, your husband was fairing surprisingly well building your shared house. Maybe the years of training weren’t totally useless?

“Just trying to use up the last of this paint,” you state, smiling up at him, “I’m on my last coat.”

“The sooner you get done, the sooner we can hang it up and go inside,” he returned your smile and inhaled sharply, wiping his sweaty hands on his slacks before kneeling down to your level.

“That paint is all over you…” Armin noticed, pointing at your green hands. The drops of paint that had made their way onto your clothes throughout the day.

“I know, but I’m already covered in it, it’s a lost cause,” you chuckle, holding up your palms to show him.

“You can’t track paint in the house on our first day in it,” he teased, running a hand through his sunlit hair, which had grown out to falling in front of his eyes; the length you love it at. He looks good. A little too good.

Acting on pure impulse, you swipe a paint-covered finger onto his cheek.

“Hey!” He laughs and brings his hand to his face to assess the damage.

“Now we’ll track paint in together,” you grin, pulling him in for a kiss.

Armin reciprocates, of course, softly smiling as he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I still can’t believe we have a house,” he whispers, seemingly dazed.

“Me neither,” you reply, voice hushed as you take his hands in yours, fingers intertwining.

Three years after your world was ripped apart, and who knew rebuilding it would feel almost as scary. Three solid years of time at sea, fulfilling commander duties and working as ambassadors. It was about time you and Armin made the decision to finally settle and put roots down somewhere.

You both had wanted a cottage, as long as Armin could stay close to the coast. You obliged, agreeing as long as you weren’t too far from your shared bookshop…and as long as it had green shutters.

And it was finally in front of you.

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A few minutes of silence passed, the two of you in awe of the open front door looming before you. Once you walked in, it would be official; you two would finally have a home. How foreign it felt to finally belong somewhere.

“We’re doing this for everyone,” you break the silence with a choke of tears, rubbing your thumb over Armin’s hand in yours. Even in moments like this, insurmountable guilt and grief will always follow.

Armin met your glance with glassy eyes, gripping your hand tightly.

“….y’know, I think he would’ve loved it,” Armin added, sniffling.

“He would’ve hated the shutters,” you wipe your eyes.

“He absolutely would’ve,” Armin agreed with a tearful laugh, wrapping you in a hug.

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I'm doing it for all of us who never got the chance

For…and for…

And all my birds of paradise

Who never got to fly at night

'Cause they were caught up in the dance

Sometimes it feels like I've got a war in my mind

I wanna get off, but I keep riding the ride

I never really noticed that I had to decide

To play someone's game, or live my own life

And now I do

I wanna move

Out of the black

Into the blue

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Groovy! ꒱

Pairing :: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: Johnny starts to crush on Dally's new friend who's a little bit different from everyone else.

Includings :: Hippie!reader, mutual pinning, readers love languages is personal touch, wingman!Dally, panicking!Johnny, this is kinda short, fluff

An - I'm just trying to drop/finish my drafts even though i think this fandom is practically dead...send outsiders requests if you'd like though!

"I still don't get all that peace and love crap, it's not gonna solve anything." Dally scoffed as he walked beside the you and you shrugged your shoulders.

"You don't have to understand me. If you think fighting will solve everything I'll let you think that." You shrugged and Dally rolled his eyes slightly before his brows raised a little bit and he waved his hand up at a figure who was a few feet away.

"Johnny! That you, man?" He called out and the black hair boy froze like he was caught doing something illegal until he saw a familiar face and he eased up.

He walked over, looking over to the you. He took quick notice of your wardrobe, upi didn't look like too much like a Soc and you definitely couldn't of been a greaser.

You wore a white shirt that seemed a few sizes to big and bell bottom jeans that had multiple patches of different patterns along them and tan sandals. You had multiple necklaces on and a mute orange bandana.

You smiled softly at him and waved your fingers at him which made him stomach flutter a little bit.

"Aww, so you weren't lyin'! You do have friends~!" Yoi giggled, hitting the boy softly on the shoulder and the brunette rolled his eyes with a small snarl.

"Haha, so funny. Johnny, flower power. Flower power, Johnny."

"Flower power?" Johnny repeated as he shook your hand and you let out a short giggle which made his stomach flutter all over again.

"Not my real name of course, it's a nickname. My real name is [Y/n] but you can call me whatever ya' like."

"Ohh." Johnny nodded along, noticing how you still hadn't let go of his hand. Yours were warm and felt comfort at touch. "I...uh..I like your pants."

You beamed, letting go and shaking your leg a little. "Really? Dally thinks they look like an art project gone wrong."

"Because they do." Dally muttered and you rolled your eyes.

"I think they're far out, you're such a downer Dally! Hah! Downer Dally!" You laughed and Dally had let out a sarcastic chuckle with another eye roll. "Ahah. Almost busted a lung there."

"See? A downer. Johnny-man thought it was funny." You turned back to Johnny, messing with one of the loose patches on your jeans. "I could make ya' a pair- actually they probably wouldn't be your sty-"

"I'd like that!" Johnny piped up before you could shut the idea down and your eyes widened in surprised, you smiled at him. "Really?"

He nodded, smiling growing along with yours. "Groovy! I'll get onto it as fast as I can."

"Groovy?" Johnny repeated, tilting his head a little bit and you nodded. "Groovy, it's kinda like when y'all say tuff. It's just a good thing."

"Oh, groovy." Johnny said and you had giggled, patting his shoulder.

"You make it sound so weird like it's a different language or something. It's kinda cute." Johnny only smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him cute.

Dally looked between the two of you, narrowing his eyes a little bit before a small smirk itched onto the end of his lips.

"Johnny, you wanna tag along with us? We were just about to head and see that new movie that just came out."

"You should, if you don't mind horror movies." You added and Johnny pressed his lips together in a small yet strained smile.

"Naw, I don't mind."

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"I could have paid for y'all, you know. We didn't have to break in." You sighed and Dally chuckled.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He hummed as they all took their seats, a little bit away from the front.

"What kind of horror movie is it again?" Johnny asked and Dally shrugged his shoulders. He never really came to pay attention to the movies, he came to be a bother to those who were trying to.

"Some sort of slasher. Shouldn't be too frightening if you're scared."

"I'm not scared!" Johnny squeaked and you had giggled, leaning back in the chair.

"It's alright if you are. I wouldn't judge. You can even hold my hand if you want." You offered as the movie had and started. Johnny pursed his lips before he took your hand in his.

"I'm just holding yer' hand in case you get scared." He established and you had nodded, entwining your fingers with his their hands were basically locked together.

He smiled at that as he tried to focus on one thing.

Not looking like a scaredy cat.

But the movie was barley ten minutes in before Johnny had jumped back in his seat from the killer jumping out of nowhere, his scream muffled in the collar of his jean jacket.

He glanced over at you as he felt you squeeze his hand comfortingly. "Sorry.." He mumbled, his sunkissed skin growing warm from embarrassment.

"Don't apologize. You don't have to act all tough for me, Johnny. It's a horror movie for a reason." You reassured with a small smile as you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Next time we can see something a little more relaxing."

"Next time?" He repeated like it was a foreign statement.

You nodded excitedly. "Yeah, next time! Do ya' not wanna see me again or something?"

"No!" Johnny quickly said. "I'd.. I'd love to see a movie with you again."

"Groovy."

[twodimensionalboyfriend]

Aki spa day :))

wc: ~2.1k read time: ~8 minutes

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cw: established relationship, fem reader (GN throughout, calls her a beautiful girl at the end bc im kind of a whore for that shit), fluff, make out (i wouldn’t say it’s spicy but like it’s kinda seasoned i guess), mildly ooc aki but only because he’s experiencing happiness and idk if that man has ever known an ounce of joy,

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Being a public safety devil hunter is no one’s dream job. While the pay is pretty great and you get plenty of PTO, the death, tragedy, and destruction you see on a weekly basis is not always worth it. The only reason you’ve stuck around this long is because somehow you lucked out with your partner.

Aki.

He’s so mellow and kind and smart and he is so so handsome. These last few years with him have been some of the most difficult of your life, but he makes it manageable. The two of you have been partners for the last 3 years. You both have your eyes set on killing the gun devil, but you know that deep down, it's only Aki who believes he can actually get the job done.

Truthfully, you wished for an easy life with him. All you want is to work a usual 9 to 5 (preferably one that won’t kill you), come home, make dinner and have a quiet evening with the man you love. God, how does something so simple sound like such an unattainable fantasy?

On your days off, you like to lean in to the fantasy a little bit. You took off this Friday in return for working a mission the following Sunday, so you slept in, made a nice brunch, ran some errands and decided that you were going to do a full skin care spa day at home to relieve some stress. It’s rare that you get the chance to take time to take care of yourself, so this was definitely needed after a very long week at work. Which is what you were doing when Aki came home that evening.

You heard the door open and his post-work-day sigh, “y/n, you home?”

“In the bathroom!”

Aki walked in and couldn’t help but smile a little bit. You were in an old t-shirt of his that was just a bit too big and some lounge pants with cats on them. You had your hair clipped out of your face and were applying under-eye patches. He leaned in and kissed the top of your head. It surprises him every time that no matter what you’re doing or wearing, he still thinks you’re the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen.

“How was work today?” you asked.

“Could have been worse. Makima has Power and Denji training with Kishibe non-stop since the ambush on the devil hunting divisions, so it was nice not having them around all day,” he went on, “But I know that she knows something we don’t about the recent ambush attacks and why they targeted Denji. She’s not telling us and I need to figure out what it is and why. Oh, and we also killed a roach devil, so that was pretty gross. Just felt like a long day."

You sighed. He’s always cared too deeply. You’ve tried to tell him that he shouldn’t be so invested in the job and that he should just treat devil hunting as a paycheck ad nothing more, because at the end of the day you all know that you’re replaceable. It hurts when you see him coming home carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders for a job that would replace him in less than a week.

You step towards him, “I’m sorry that work was rough. I mean, when is it not but, you know.” Your hands reach up and pull his hair tie out, letting his hair fall down, “How about this? You shower and then change into comfy clothes, and I can give you a little massage and face treatment? Having clean skin and being taken care of always helps me unwind,” you said with a smile.

Aki thought about this. Honestly? He felt exhausted. He was hungry and was looking forward to dinner and sleeping. But you looked so cute with your under eye patches, and the idea of being pampered and loved by his partner was not at all unappealing. “Okay. That sounds.. nice, actually.”

“Yay! Okay, step one is to go take a shower and wipe off the bad energy from work today. Take your time and enjoy the warm water! I’d join you but I literally just showered,” you chuckle and finished up your routine with some lip balm. .

“I mean you can never be too clean—”

“Yeah yeah, get your ass in there,” you pushed him and he laughed softly. You never wanna go a day in your life without hearing it.

About 15 minutes later, you hear the bathroom door open and Aki’s footsteps shortly following. “Alright missy," he walked in to your shared bedroom wearing a black t-shirt and some grey sweatpants, “What’s step two?”

“You washed your face in the shower, yeah?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“‘Kay, go lay down in bed. I’ll be there in a sec!”

Puzzled yet smiling, Aki went to the bedroom. A moment later, you came in with some of your skin care. Bottles, tubes and other containers clinked with each other as you walked.

“Uhh, am I still gonna have skin after this?” he teased, “Wait what are those for?” he pointed at the strawberry barrettes in your hand.

“Clipping your hair back!" You dump your things onto your nightstand beside you, "I figured having it loose and clipped back was more comfortable after it’s gets tied back all day.”

Your hands reached up and gently pulled his bangs out of his face and clipped them back. His hair was always so soft and shiny, which you always found unfair considering he does nothing but shampoo and conditioner after tying it up all day.

Aki hummed in agreement. He loved when you played with his hair. He didn't know another person's hands could feel so good, “A correct assumption,” he smiled as you finished tucking his bangs back.

“Okay, so first I’m going to tone your skin then I’ll use some relaxing serums. I don’t know how, but you are blessed with very clear skin, so I don’t want to go crazy with cleansers and peels,” you beginning to apply a toner with some cotton rounds.

“Peels? Wait, will I actually still have skin after this?”

“Hey! Trust the process,” you laughed and bopped him in the forehead with the cotton pad.

And yet again, that little fantasy sneaks up on you from your subconscious. A life where you can treat and love your boyfriend like this. A life where you hear his laughter more often than his weeping. A life where he smiles more than he wears that stoic glower he has all the time. The way he melts and relaxes under your touch is something that is so special to you. You wished you could do it for him more often.

“Okay now I’m gonna use some niacinamide for any discoloration you have,” you say as you drop some serum on his face

“Do I have discolora—” he gasped, “That stuff is cold!”

“Relax you baby, and no you don’t because life is very unfair,” you felt him chuckle as you began massaging the product into his face. His skin was soft under your gentle hands and you could feel his breathing slowing as he let himself ease into your touch. It felt nice to take your time and love him like this. Life is always so fast and intense for Aki. He deserved to have these slow and soft moments.

You tapped his face gently, "Time for eye patches, like the ones I had earlier.”

“What are they for?”

“The ones I’m gonna put on you are just hydrating with a little bet of retinol for any fine lines. And while those sit I’ll tweeze your brows and depuff your face with a face roller!” you say as you crack open the patches.

“And you do this every night??” Aki asked.

“Oh god no, this is like the relaxation treatment I do when I get a day when I finally have nothing to do. I wish I had the time and energy to do this every day,” you joked. “Okay eye patches are on! Now sit up, because I don’t trust myself to not fuck up your eye brows while you’re upside down.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I trust you either,” he grunted as he sat up.

Once he was right side up, you began to position yourself sat in front of him but you yelp when he pulls you into his lap by surprise. You felt your heart speed up a bit when you felt his groin press into yours and his hands settled on your hips. You stutter, “woaHA-Aki! Uhm, am I..” you swallowed, “Uhm— are you comfortable?”

“I feel just fine,” He said in an innocent tone, but the look in his eyes said otherwise. Aki loved to pick on you like this. It’s rare that you stumble or get flustered out in the field or with all your friends, and he thinks you’re so cute when you’re a little worked up, “Are you comfortable, y/n?”

“You think you’re so funny, huh?” you asked.

Fine, two can play that game.

You grabbed his face and pulled him towards your lips. The way his mouth instantly opened for your tongue turned you on even more and you rolled your hips into his. The groan he made was so sexual it made you shiver. Your favorite thing about loving Aki is the way it feels like he savors every touch you two share. Every time his mouth and tongue move against yours, it made you feel loved and wanted. Though he always gives you that feeling no matter what he did.

His grip on your hips tighten as you ran your fingers through his hair. You smiled into the kiss as you felt him get harder underneath you when you pulled on it. Gotcha.

You slow the momentum and then give him one last sweet kiss, “Okay, time to start on your brows!”

He had a buffering look on his face as he realized what you meant, “W-wait, c’mon— That’s not fair!”

You began to work, “I don’t understand what you mean? Thought we were just being silly? Just playing? Joshing around if you w—”

“Alright missy, you’ve made your point, very funny ha ha now finish up my face.” But his smile gave away what his tone tried to hide.

And so, for the next few minutes you hummed some song stuck in your head while Aki occasionally hissed as you tweezed.

“Okay all done!” You said as you plucked the last hair.

“So? How do I look?”

“Well, not everyone’s can look as good as mine but you’re definitely doing better than before!” you giggled as you handed him a mirror.

“Very funny,” he looked at his brows, “Oh woah, they look super clean.”

“The power of facial grooming. I’m gonna finish you off with some moisturizer and your skin will be free of toxins.”

“What toxins?”

“I don’t know, ask the influencers, because apparently our bodies are full of them,” you said, applying the cream to his face as he chuckled. And yet again, you wished life was a little bit different.

Aki, on the other hand, loves spending time with you. He would do almost anything if it made you happy, and didn’t think about why until recently. You had this weird ability to make it seem like everything was going to be okay. He wants to keep having these moments with you to help drown out the sounds of everything else in his life. Aki realized, up until now, he was just surviving through whatever life threw at him, but with you he wants to actually live through it. He wants to take you out and enjoy the evening. Actually cook and taste good food, not just tolerate whatever gave him enough to keep going. He doesn’t have to just put up with the people in his life. Maybe... and just maybe... Aki can actually love and care for someone again.

He knows this line of work is going to kill him in a few years, and that Aki has goals that he just can't give up on. He doesn’t even think he deserves to live a good life with you, truthfully. Yet he’s decided to be selfish and try to have it anyways

He snaps out of his thoughts, “What are you craving for dinner?”

“Pork onigiri?”

“Pork onigiri you will have,” he leaned in for a kiss and said, “I love you very much. Thank you for always taking care of me, beautiful girl” he kissed you again.

You pulled away, “Of course. I’ll always take care of you; I love you too.”

He gave you one last peck before getting up and walking to the kitchen for dinner.

[sanjismywhore]

Brain and Heart

Ignis Scientia x reader

Warnings: Fluff, rejection

Requested by @batsandbirdsposts

Tysm for making this request! I hope you like it!!! (I’m sorry it took so long 😭)

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Stepping outside, you stared out at the sky full of stars above. Even if they couldn’t deliver any comfort tonight, you needed this moment to clear your head.

Then you heard the soft crackle of the fire. When you turned your head, A small luminescent campfire glowed at the center of camp. Ignis was sitting next to the flame.

His features were softened by the glow of the fire. A soft streak of light highlighted his face. His hair was disheveled, contrasting with his usual spiked pompadour.

He looked content… almost ethereal, like some sort of celestial being. You approached slowly, to not startle him, “Hey there, Specs.”

He didn’t look surprised when he caught sight of you and simply said, “Care to join me?”

As he gestured towards the ground, you walked towards him and sat next to the small patch of grass he was patting.

Ignis shifted into a more comfortable pose before breaking the silence with his eloquence. “It’s not like you to be up so late…” Looking directly at the embers of the campfire, he continued. “Is something troubling you?”

“I could ask the same,” You tried to give him a smile despite the abrupt awkwardness in the silence.

For a short moment, Ignis said nothing. He kept his gaze firmly planted on the embers as they rose into the air. “It’s been difficult to fall asleep lately…” His voice softened, then so did his eyes as he looked at the sky.

A sigh left your lips as you ran a hand through your hair. “Same here… Something’s been on my mind.” You swallowed hard, almost too afraid to admit it.

You fiddled with your hands in your lap, staring at the fire alongside him.

His gaze drifted from the stars, towards you, and settled on your face. It seemed as though he wanted to say something else but he refrained. He merely kept his eyes on you, a silent plea for you to continue.

So you did, “It’s about Noct…” you paused, taking a deep breath. “How much I care about him.”

Ignis observed your face, his eyes boring into yours, which somehow brought you comfort. He sighed quietly, “I think we all feel that way…” He glanced at the flames dancing in front of him.

After a few moments, his voice returned to normal, sounding distant. “Perhaps you shouldn’t dwell on your feelings… But don’t forget who you are. We will never lose Noctis, but we should not hold onto him so tightly.” A faint hint of concern shone briefly in his eyes. “We all love him…” Then he added in a softer tone, “even if he has trouble showing it in return.”

That statement gave you pause.

“That’s not what I meant-“ You said, trying to explain your point of view to him. But then you realized that you weren’t even sure what you meant. “I just… wish things were different.”

“You wish he would’ve chosen you instead of Lunafreya? You have feelings for him, do you not?” He interjected with utmost speed and punctuation.

You shook your head vehemently. “Not really. I mean, yes. Of course, I do. But that’s not the point.” Iggy’s glass fogged up with surprise, but it was only faint. “What exactly is the point of this talk, (Name)?”

“I don’t know…” You replied truthfully, looking anywhere but at him. Silence descended on the two of you again. You leaned backward until you were laying flat on your back, staring up at the black sky. You felt yellow all over, going stiff from the anxiousness.

Neither of you spoke until Ignis broke the silence once again. “Do you love Noct?” His emerald gaze fell upon you once more. The question caught you off guard not because of its nature, but because of his tone when he asked. He sounded anxious.

It sent a shiver down your spine, making you want to curl into yourself even further. You wondered if you should lie. “Well… I… uh…” Words wouldn’t come to you. Cottonmouthed, all you could manage was a defeated sigh. “Yes, I love him…”

At that simple answer, Ignis visibly relaxed, although you could tell the tension in his shoulders wasn’t entirely gone. “I see,” he muttered softly.

The fire was beginning to die out, getting dimmer and dimmer. “And yet, you do not pursue anything. What happens to the relationship between you and him if you keep waiting?” The fire cast eerie shadows over both of you; the flickering light made it seem like the two of you were facing each other.

You slowly rose back into a sitting position. “I want to tell him, I do. But…” You paused again. The words stuck in your throat.

“But I don’t think it would go well.” You balled up your fists against your leg, looking at the ground sheepishly.

Ignis draped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him. “A confession isn’t guaranteed to change the circumstances. All one can do is hope. That hope may be futile, but that doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be attempted.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, shrouding yourself in silence for yet another long moment. “How do you get to be so wise, Iggy?”

As expected, a warm chuckle escaped his lips. “Human nature I suppose.” He squeezed your shoulder gently before releasing his grip, “Though I’m not as knowledgeable as I seem.”

He turned his head slightly and looked at you. Although it might have looked innocent, it held the slightest trace of worry within it. “There are times when people need encouragement to make their way forward. And I am always here to assist.”

His expression softened, turning gentle.

You smiled weakly in response. Just after a while, he stood up from the ground, looking down at you and offering his hand. “Get some rest. Tomorrow might bring with it many chances for you.”

The next day, you woke up with a heavy feeling inside your chest. The sun shone brightly through the tent flap, painting everything orange and yellow.

It was a new day, and you were brimming with confidence thanks you Iggy’s encouragement.

Leaving the tent, you immediately searched for Noctis. Though he wasn’t at the camp when you searched around.

Noctis was sitting near the lake’s shore, holding a sword in the palm of his hand as he watched the water. He looked like he was roughed up pretty well; no doubt he was training with Gladio all morning.

Seemingly lost in thought, the prince had a vacant look on his face as though he was thinking deeply about something. Every so often his hand would run over the blunt end of the blade before looking at the lake once again.

His features were hardened by the reflection of the lake on his skin, shielding the scenery around him in a soft blue dye. His eyes were narrowed with a cold expression that gave you butterflies just by looking into them.

Hair disheveled, and skin covered in bruises, Noct managed to look as majestic as ever.

After a few moments of watching him silently, you took a deep breath and decided enough was enough. “Hey, Noct.” You greeted him in a cheery tone as you approached him.

At hearing your voice, Noctis looked up and blinked. “Hey,” he managed in an exhausted tone. There were dark rings under his eyes; not having gotten enough rest either. And didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk.

“Gladio beat your ass again?” You chuckled softly with an amused smile tugging at your lips as you crossed your arms.

Noct only scoffed and rolled his eyes at the comment, planting his sword on the ground. “Only cause he’s a monster. All about ‘power’ and ‘strength’… Stuff like that…” He groaned as he stood up, rubbing the hell out of his sore neck.

Stepping away from the rock you were just leaning on, you moved closer—leaving enough space between the two of you. “I could give you some pointers if you wanna try again-“ At the utterance of your suggestion, he cut your words short.

“Yeah right. I’m done.” He interjected almost comically, sitting on the grass and then falling onto his back. “I don’t think I can take any more of this.” He threw his arms out, causing the grass under his arms to rustle.

A small laugh escaped you as you sat beside him, looking up at the clouds in the sky, which appeared to be forming a perfect circle. “It’s only for a little while longer,” You turned to him with a hopeful look in your eyes.

“Once you get married…“

Suddenly the air was taken from your lungs. Your body went rigid as the words registered in your brain. “Married…” You repeated much quieter; your mood turned sour.

Noctis seemed to sense your sudden shift, as his gaze shifted towards you, softening as he studied your reaction.

For a brief moment, you saw confusion and uncertainty flash across his face before he completed your statement. “Yeah… Once I marry Luna, we’ll have an advantage over the empire.” He raised a brow at you as if you weren’t already aware of the fact.

You swallowed hard, trying not to grimace from the embarrassment you felt at the moment. “Right…” You managed to breathe out, clearing your throat. “Then you’ll be leaving… With her?”

Noctis raised both brows and leaned in your direction. “Of course not. Where did you get that idea?” Even though he didn’t sound annoyed, but rather curious, it still caused you to shrink down a bit inside.

You looked away, avoiding his curious gaze. “Nothing... just wondering…” An intense amount of heat flowed to your face, making you sweat.

Silence engulfed the pair of you again, and tension continued to grow stronger by the minute. It didn’t help that tears were beginning to spill from your eyes, yet you didn’t know why.

“What’s wrong?” He prodded, scooting closer to examine you. However, you were afraid of what might happen if you looked back at him.

You sniffled, “Because…”

Your head hung low from the embarrassment you felt. Taking a moment to wipe your eyes until they turned dark and puffy, you sucked up every ounce of courage you had left, forcing out:

“Because I love you.”

Noct’s hitching breath was uncomfortably audible, “What?” He was taken aback by your words. His body went stiff as he sat there wide-eyed and genuinely surprised,

“You love me?” He repeated a soft utterance of your words, leaning back on his palms and continuing to look at you. “Like, really love me?”

You only managed to nod your head. A few more minutes of silence passed before you began to curl up into a ball.

“I know it makes no difference when I tell you,” Your eyes stayed fixed on the grass in front of you. You couldn’t stand to even imagine the look in his eyes anymore. “But I wanted to.”

He sighed, running his fingers over the grass as he stared straight at the lake, “I always saw us as just friends. You, me, and the guys…”

Visibly uncomfortable with his choice of wording, Noct searched for a better term for his feelings. “I like you all the same.”

“As friends…” You returned in a gloomy tone.

“No, more than that…” He shook his head and waves his hand out in front of him like he was denying your statement. With a frustrated grunt, he forced out the only thing he would think of:

“I love you as a family!”

It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. The word “family” hit you right in the feels and almost brought fresh tears to your eyes, but the heartache was soon replaced with a wave of relief.

“That’s the only way I can say it,” Noctis showed a hint of remorse for making you feel upset. “Sorry…” His apology was genuine, though I necessary since he wasn’t at fault for anything.

“I’m sorry for getting all mopey…” You uttered in a quiet tone, calming yourself down until your breathing was even again. “I knew what to expect and shot for it anyway,” You laughed softly, wiping your tears on your sleeve.

You felt pathetic crying over something like this, but Noct was surprisingly understanding.

He stood up from the grass, offering a hand to you. You accepted it, allowing him to pull you up off the ground.

After brushing yourself off a bit, you glanced back up at Noct and saw that his arms were outstretched. An invitation for a hug—something he rarely ever did.

You took the chance, hugging him tight. Closing your eyes, you used the time to lean into him and let your bodies sync in both pulse and movement. You sighed,

“Thank you for listening.” You mumbled into his shoulder, holding him tighter with a tender embrace. He patted your back gently, saying nothing before pulling away.

You could tell by the expression on his face that he probably wanted to say something else but decided against it in the end. “You gonna be okay?” He asked awkwardly.

You nodded, “I think so.”

Walking back uphill to the haven, you noticed Gladio, Prompto, and Ignis packing up the camp as they prepared for the next voyage.

As they spotted you walking toward them, they waved excitedly, “Yo! You’ve been gone for a while now. Did something happen?” Prompto inquired, dropping everything as he faced you.

“Was just talking to Noct over there…” You pointed behind yourself, continuing to walk towards them.

As Ignis stepped away from his makeshift kitchen space, he stepped towards you cautiously. “How did It go?” He whispered, placing his arm on your back and leading you away from the earshot of the others.

“Guess.” You groaned, leaning into his touch; eventually pressing your forehead on the upper part of his shoulder.

“You knew what would happen and told me to talk to him anyway. You set me up.”

Though your tone was more playful than hurt, a small part of you regretted even confessing to Noct in the first place. If only Iggy never talked you into it.

You felt his hand travel up your back, slowly making its way to your head—where he stroked your hair softly. “My apologies… it is simply impossible for someone to predict what will happen in a situation such as this.”

His eyes seemed to smile at you, yet you could hardly tell through the tinted lens of his glasses.

Sighing, you closed your eyes tightly, feeling your stomach churning... “I knew how it would turn out, and still told him like an idiot…” You felt nauseous.

Ignis gave a soft chuckle, “Well… I’m sure he won’t hold it against you.” His tone was hopeful and gentle as he squeezed your shoulders lightly. He always tried his best to make you feel better.

You nodded absentmindedly. “Still sucks though.”

Ignis, still holding you close, brought you to his cooking space—he hadn’t finished packing it all up just yet. “It will get easier once you get used to it. If you need to talk, you know I’m always here.”

Your lips curved up a bit as you felt a warm feeling enveloping your chest. “Thanks.” You mouthed, stepping away from Ignis and taking a seat on a log.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw you sit down, anticipating your next action behind a blank stare.

“Gonna join me, Specs?” Tapping the space on the log beside yourself, you gestured at him expectantly. Ignis looked over at where the others stood, who were doing well on their own, before nodding and following your instruction.

As soon as he was seated, you reached over and grabbed his hand, squeezing it slightly. When you released it again, he looked down at his fingers and smiled faintly. The two of you sat together without saying anything, just enjoying a platonic moment of intimacy in silence.

The calm breeze gently blew through your hair, bringing with it a cool feeling, making you sigh content.

Once again you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. It did feel like Ignis was the only one in the group who truly understood you. You could tell him anything so easily and he would listen with or without reply.

He would just listen with patience and understanding. That alone made you believe he cared about you, which made it easy for you to trust him more and more.

With his hand wrapped around yours, Ignis continued to rub soothing circles on your wrist, hoping that it would calm your nerves a little more.

You closed your eyes, humming softly under your breath and letting out a long breath.

The two of you remained in silent comfort and warmth, enjoying each other’s company while being able to do nothing but enjoy it.

When the others started to make their way back to join you at the camp, neither of you made any move to get up.

Instead, Ignis kept looking at you and smiling fondly as he watched you relax further into him. His hand squeezed yours again as he turned his head to look up at the sky.

Your breathing was growing softer and eventually, you fell asleep right on his shoulder. With a soft chuckle, Ignis continued to hold you against him while uttering quietly to himself:

“I love you, (name).”

[kazemiya]

★彡Cute couple things between the two of you

Word count: 640

Taglist: @solaaresque (send an ask/reply to be added)

a/n: HI ok so like I’ve been feeling lowkey kinda down so I wrote some fluff hahaha it’s makes me feel a lot better so I hope you enjoy!!

Matching hoodies - Hokuto

“And the surprise is matching hoodies!” You pull out two hoodies with slightly subtle differences, both hanging on a seperate hanger.

Hokuto cocked his head to the side, raising one eyebrow “you want to match hoodies… ?”

You nod your head vigorously, offering him the hoodie that belongs to him, maybe, in hopes that he would agree.

Without hesitation, Hokuto slips on the hoodie immediately, “you have good taste y/n it looks good on both of us” he says giving you an affectionate smile.

It definitely shocked you how readily he agreed, even though he was your boyfriend.

“I mean, even before we started dating, you gifted me a lot of matching keychains and bracelets” chuckling softly under his breath, “I’ve kept them all this time, don’t worry I’ll treasure this hoodie as much as your other gifts”

Piggie back rides - Chiaki

You texted Chiaki about you leg and muscle aches from the previous day’s training session. But never would you have expected what he offered today…

Kneeling down, back facing you, he yelled enthusiastically “get on!! I will carry you to your next venue. ES Square!!

“Eh-? Chiaki !?! Why are you here?” You tried to control the volume of your voice to avoid attracting attention, of course to no avail, considering the amount of heads that turned when Chiaki yelled.

“You complained about your aches, so as your amazing hero boyfriend, it is my duty to ensure that you don’t overexert your muscles!” And after some coaxing, you climbed on his back, trying your best not to grip too hard on his shoulders.

Preparing to shift your legs “actually I don’t think it’s such a good idea, what if I’m too heavy-“ but before you can speak, Chiaki has already sped off as quickly as he could.

You managed to get to ES Square will lesser strains on your aches but you can’t say the same about Chiaki, who currently is trying to hold in his pain. “I’ll be fine my love! Good luck with ur meeting today!”

Cooking together - Jun

“So you whisk the eggs like this” Jun slowly mixed them to show you before handing it over.

Nodding your head, you copied his movements to the best of your ability and Jun continued on with the other preparations for your cooking date.

Jun suddenly felt a cold patch start to form on his folded sleeve, and the culprit of it is, egg yolk-?

“Tsk tsk y/n here it’s like this” he comes behind you and puts his hand over the one whisking the eggs, and his other hand over ur hand holding the bowl. He slowly whisked it “see? It doesn’t splatter out”

Jun used his apron and wipe the remaining egg stains off your face and chuckles “ good job though for a first try”

Doing skincare together - Arashi

“Y/n darling thank you for doing this with me” she thanked while applying a mud mask on your face, while you swatted on the counter with your eyes closed.

“Of course, you’re always so good at it! I will Never refuse” you admitted. Arashi always ensured she had a day of the week freed up for you to come over and bond with her. And this week, it was her turn to pick the activity, of course she picked skin care.

Peeking a little bit when Arashi wasn’t looking, despite her instructions, you caught a glimpse of her.

“Arashi, you’re so pretty and amazing” you leaned in, brushing your lips slightly against hers, a little afraid to ruin the mask she applied.

Snapping out of the shock due to your sudden movement, she jutted out her lip in a pout, “y/n! You’ll cause your face mask to crack if you do that again! We can always kiss after we finish this alright?”

[misspearly1]

One Year Anniversary Celebration Post

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 3.1K

Summary: No one is spared the difficulty and hardship of a rough patch in a relationship. Couples are bound to experience it at some point, it's expected, but when you're going through an exceptionally hard rough patch with your partner Joel, so bad that it seems all hope is lost, is there a chance that your relationship can be saved? Or is it too late?

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Relationship issues. Joel yelling at reader. Mentions of prior arguments. ANGST with a happy ending. Lots of kissing, apologising and making up. Smut. Mentions of self-pleasure. A little bit of nipple play. Unprotected PIV sex. Fluff.

AN: Ok ya'll. I'm not usually into angst, or particularly good at writing it, but I wanted to change things up a little and give it a go with some real-life issues. Arguments in a relationship is a natural thing, so I started off there. I added a little twist in this story too, just because I felt like it hehehe. I hope you enjoy the read, my loves.

Song Appreciation: I don't usually add this sort of thing, but I wanted to add a couple songs that I listened to while writing this story up. They put in those angsty feels, and they're just beautiful pieces of music too! Turning Page by Sleeping at Last. State Lines by Novo Amor. Where's My Love by SYML.

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Rough patches in relationships are a scary thing. It’s frightening to not know if there’s an end to the constant battling. It’s depressing when it feels like you have reached your limit and are ready to throw in the towel.   

That’s the sort of rough patch that you face with your partner, Joel. Somethings off between you both, it’s been building for months now, you can feel it, but every time you bring it up with him, he just brushes it off. Brushes you off. Today, you are feeling that familiar emotion of ‘checking out’ of the relationship after trying to talk things out with him again and it terrifies you. It terrifies you so much that you’ve almost become numb to it. 

It started off in the morning with something minor when he awoke in a bad mood. The man’s entitled to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, you’ve had your fair share in the past before, but to wake up and take that anger out on you is different. Every little thing was annoying him today and instead of taking a minute to cool off or understanding the source of what was bothering him so much, he yelled at you when you asked if he was okay. 

To an extent, you understand that it’s annoying to be asked if you’re okay when you’re quite visibly not okay, but his explosive reaction to your question was not warranted. After spending a whole minute, shocked by him raising his voice with you like that, you were the one to take a minute to cool off. It hurt to leave the house this morning on those terms with him, it hurt when he didn’t try to stop you and it hurts even more right now when you come home, and he’s not said a word to you yet. 

You approached him in the lounge where he was watching TV and said hello, but the silence he returned was excruciating. He’s still mad, but whatever reason he has to be mad with you is just not fair. You did nothing wrong and as much as you feel the urge to raise your voice with him, to tell him how wrong he is for shouting at you this morning, and to have the audacity to be mad at you right now, you were just too exhausted to argue. 

“Joel,” Your voice cracks as you try to gain his attention, but to no avail. He just closed his eyes with a subtle shake of his head, as if to say, ‘not now’. “I um… I just wanted to let you know that I can’t take much more of this so when you’re ready, I’d really like to resolve our issues. We can’t keep putting them off and hoping it will go away, because it’s clear that they aren’t going anywhere.” You explain calmly, though your voice was shaky with anger, you still don’t want to initiate a war of words and turn around to head up stairs instead. There’s nothing left to say, you’ve voiced your needs and it’s up to him now. 

Making your way through your bedroom and entering the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and turned the shower on to wash away today’s sorrows. The steady stream of warm water will ease the headache behind your puffy red eyes and relieve some of the tension. You’re all cried out for today and besides, you don’t want to cry any more than what you already have. 

The shower felt like a safe place, a place where you could momentarily forget about all of your problems, or a place where you can sob about them. And considering you don’t want to shed any more tears, you opted to think about all of the good moments you have with Joel instead of the ugly. You still love him, and you always will, it’s just that you miss those good moments. 

You miss the little things the most. For instance, the way he would gaze at you from afar when he thinks you can’t see him. He would look at you like he’s falling in love all over again. The way he would talk to you about anything and everything, even if he was rambling about absolute nonsense. The three o'clock in the morning chats in bed were the best. Always, without a doubt, the conversation would end with both of you laughing like idiots, or in a deep state of relaxation, snuggling cosily. The little acts of kindness: paying you a compliment here or there, making you a hot beverage when he makes one for himself or leaving little notes beside the bed when he’s up and out of the house before you even wake up. 

You miss everything that you and Joel used to be, and the difference from then to now hurts so much. Rough patches in relationships are a scary thing, but couples get through them. They fight with love, not with loathe. And lately, the love that you give Joel is not reciprocated and sex has become almost non-existent. He’s always tired, and whenever he is in the mood, you’re tired and not in the mood. You’ve become so depraved and neglected of his loving touch lately that you take care of your sexual needs yourself, but it doesn’t feel the same. It never does. 

The picture of Joel’s drunk in love expression appears behind your eyes as you think fondly of the good times in your relationship. You visualize the way his face contorts beautifully when he watches you fall apart for him. The raised furrowed brows, mouth falling open with satisfying groans spilling past his lips, praising you through over-stimulation until you tell him it’s too much. That look on his face sometimes pushes you to climax again for him. He would look so hungry and satiated at the same time, so aroused and pleased, or so proud of himself and wishful to witness the peak of your orgasm endlessly. 

You squeeze your legs together thinking about these things and feel the plentiful slick of your desire soaking your cunt. There’s so much of it and it physically causes an ache in your muscles, desperate-no, begging to be stretched and massaged by his fingers or his cock. The frustration builds at a rapid rate, but you’re too upset to take care of it yourself. You want your partner, the man who you swore would be your partner for life, to be the one to take care of you, not your own hands. Not tonight. 

Taking as long as you possibly could in the shower before your skin started to prune, you climbed out and avoided looking in the mirror, fearing that if you saw the broken look in your own eyes, you’d just burst into tears. You reach for your robe hanging up beside Joel’s on the hook, ignoring the memories popping into your mind of you and him sharing a shower together, and pull it over your body before tying it off at the front. And after towel drying your hair, you don’t even bother with brushing it as you are too mentally exhausted. 

Opening the bathroom door and feeling a pang of disappointment that Joel wasn’t waiting for you on the other side, it was wishful thinking and it felt like another hurtful kick when you’re already down. You know sleep isn’t going to come easy tonight, so in order to combat the struggle that’s coming, you move towards the record player and play some soft, ambient music on a low level. 

Already working its magic, the music helps soothe your current state of mind as you look for a pair of pajamas to wear. Bringing the record player in the bedroom was actually your idea to help Joel sleep when he suffers with nightmares and you didn’t think you would be using for a similar reason. You move towards the bed and drop your pajamas on top before burying your face into your hands with a shooting stab of pain in your temples. It was sharp and brief, leaving a dull ache behind. 

Using your thumbs, you rub your temples gently to ease the tension when suddenly, you’re startled by a large presence against your back. The warmth of Joel’s breath relaxes your nerves and the contact of his nose brushing across your earlobe makes you shudder. He reaches out to hold you and when his hands landed on your hips, your knees buckled, causing you to stumble back, almost as if you collapsed into his arms. Your head lolls back as you look away, too distraught to look in his eyes yet, but welcoming his embrace by sighing breathily, a sound that releases some of the stress. 

The man hears that sound in your voice loud and clear then proceeds to act on it by taking advantage of the way you’re tilting your head away from him. His lips, warm and supple, meeting the exposed skin on your neck make you gasp softly, your eyes squeezing shut to stop the new wave of tears from the embrace you’ve yearned for: a kiss, a simple kiss was enough to reduce you to tears. He moved up your neck, nipping a path that pimples your skin with goosebumps because of his wiry beard and his breath bellowing across your skin again made you feel weak in the knees again. It was shaky and stuttered, the slight whimper he produced sounded torn and fragile before he gulped back the lump in his throat. You could hear how broken he was by a single breath. 

Still, both of you were too wrapped up in the heat of your emotions to utter a single word. You wanted to say his name, moan his name actually, but it was stuck in the back of your throat, not ready to be vocalized. And Joel is feeling the exact same thing. He wanted to say sorry, you could tell by the way he shook his head, the way his breath began to quicken, and his lips trembled through his kisses on the skin behind your ear. You could feel the sheer need to apologize from the way he was gripping your hips and keeping you close, as if he’s pleading, screaming, for you to stay here, not physically, but mentally stay here with him, here in this relationship. 

Joel didn’t need to speak; his actions were speaking on his behalf. The direction of his hand moving up your body to gently hold your throat, tilting your head back to give him more access, that action spoke for him, and it was reassuring your doubts about his love. His arm slipping across your stomach, just under your breasts, pulling you in close as if he were afraid to ever let go again, reassured you that he’s not going anywhere. And finally at last, the way he tilted your face to look in his eyes, his blotchy red and completely wrecked eyes with new tears staining his cheeks, spoke of sorrow and guilt for his mistakes. He opens his mouth to say something, but where does he even begin to say sorry? Words simply couldn’t express his regret. 

A sniffle escapes you at the expression on his face, one that you’ve seen from Joel twice before and it still haunts your memories. The man is deeply pained to show such extremities of his emotions like this. He wanted to speak but couldn’t voice what he wanted to say and continued to let his actions speak for him cupping your cheek to pull you in, his thumb dragging across your skin to catch the tears falling your eyes. It made him choke to see what he’s put you through and he leaned in hesitantly, as if questioning himself worthy or not for a kiss. Your eyes darted down to his lips with the faintest whine exiting your throat, a noise that made him close the gap slowly. 

One kiss he planted before pulling back and hovering for a few moments, his eyes roaming the expanse of your face like he was memorizing it, like this was the last time he’d ever hold you. You could see his thinking process, could visually see the panicked look in his eyes at the thought of losing you right before he leaned in again to kiss you again, fervently this time. You moaned and parted your lips, inviting him in to express just how much he loves you and he did. 

Joel did more than just slip his tongue inside your parted slip and express how much he loves you; he dropped his hand to yank on the ties of your robe too, opening it up to expose your body for him to admire. The sudden shift in tension was palpable, powerful. The sorrow remained, but arousal and desire took over, clouding your mind with passion as he pulled the robe off your body eagerly. The item of clothing dropped to the floor and kicked up a draft of wind to glide up your legs, the cool air hitting your cunt making you feel just how wet you were. It was worse than before in the shower, the amount of it leaving a mess between your upper thighs. 

Turning around in Joel’s arms, you reach for his belt, but he bats your hands away and begins walking you backward until your legs meet the edge of the bed. Then, and only then, did he break off from the kiss to pull his shirt over his head before crashing his lips back onto yours, the quickness of his actions pushing you back to lay down. His shoes and pants came off even quicker, and the moan erupting from his throat when positioning himself between your legs was heavy with frustration. He is just as desperate to be loved, if not more, than you are.  

After he lines himself up at your entrance, he grabs the back of your thigh and uses it as leverage before rolling his hips forward slowly, burying himself inch by inch and savouring the sensation of your tight heat squeezing him. You mewl through it all until he’s buried good and deep, then you reach out to pull his arms where you want them most: one wrapped behind your head, and the other holding your upper arm. 

“Y/N.” He grunts your name, at last, breathlessly before pushing you further up the bed and carefully distributing his weight over your body. The man had you boxed in, surrounding you exactly how you like it as he began to grind in and out of your cunt at a slow pace. Using the hairs on his mound to stimulate your clit and draw out the filthiest noises you could produce, so many emotions were fading away. Not completely, but they were easing up with every second you near your climax. 

“Joel,” You moaned his name and it felt so good too. It felt good to not only hear the sound of your own voice without the heartbreak, but it also felt good just to say his name pleasurably. His eyes remained glued to your face, watching your expression soften with bliss flooding your senses as you clung onto his shoulders. Your nails dug into his skin harshly, causing him to gasp and wince for a moment before he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. His deep, guttural grunts blew across your face, almost making your eyes roll shut with pleasure from how satisfying they sounded to your ears. 

Squeezing his cock with a vice-like grip and throwing your head back with a crying moan, the man took advantage of the opening you were giving him yet again and ducked his head to take your hardened nipple inside his mouth, the added stimulation practically shoving you over the edge. The ecstasy of your orgasm was fierce and intense, bringing you to the brink of tears once more as you feel so high. Although it was a mixture of happy and sad tears, you just felt so euphoric to even focus on anything other than the sound of his groaning. It was beautiful. His voice is so utterly beautiful and attractive. Feeling you fall apart around him was intoxicating for the man. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” He gasps and whines seconds before pulling out to spill hot ropes of his seed across your lower abdomen, painting your skin like a canvas. “Fuuuck… Babydoll.” He growls deeply, his voice making you pulse around nothing and yearn to feel him fill you up with his spend instead. He breathes heavily while coming down from cloud nine, but the sound of your voice brings him back to reality. 

“Joel,” Your voice cracks as you try to gain his attention and he quickly opens his eyes to be struck with disorientation and light-headedness. It was a dream, he was dreaming. He turns to look at you standing in the doorway of the lounge, leaning against the frame as you begin to tell him what’s on your mind and what your needs are for this relationship to be saved. “I um… I just wanted to let you know that I can’t take-”

“I know.” Joel cuts you off abruptly, shaking his head with a panicked look in his eyes. “Baby, I know what you’re gonna say… Come over here, please.” Beckoning you over with his hand held out, the look of remorse was evident in his expression, and you jumped at the chance to try and fix things. You take his hand and sit down on the table in front of him, feeling the anxiety resonating from his shakiness as he holds you tightly. 

“Darlin’, I can’t explain what’s just happened to me right now, but… Fuck! It felt like a sign, and I know you can’t take much more. I know we need to resolve our issues because they’re not going anywhere.” He explains and your mouth falls open with surprise as it was exactly what you were about to say to him before he cut you off. “I promise to do better. I’ll communicate better, we’ll talk this out and do whatever it takes and… Christ, I’m so sorry for yelling at yer this morning. It was wrong of me. You didn’t do anything and it’s not your fault.” The man trembles as he speaks, the tears quickly welling up in his bloodshot eyes. 

“Oh, Joel,” You sob, your eyes also welling up with tears. “You can’t imagine how much I needed to hear you say that baby.” You surge forward and throw your arms around his neck, releasing the emotions you held onto all day about him shouting at you this morning and about all the issues that have been building up for months. 

“Actually, I can imagine how much you needed to hear that, darlin’.” He replies and wraps his arms around your back with the dream he just had at the forefront of his mind. A sign that reminded him how lucky he is to have you and he shouldn't be so careless and neglectful.

A sign that this is just a rough patch. He will get through it and he won't let you down.

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Only Temporary

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joe needs a temporary living space, and you happen to have a spare room to let. One plus one equals two, baby.

CW / disclaimer: rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, swearing (lots), fluff 

Author’s note: this is the last part, sadface. The summary didn't need adding onto, I don't think. Also, we all hate Tom and we all love Eddie, join our club. (rewritten 15 nov 2023)

Wordcount: 3.5K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

  “Bye!”

Your goodbyes were short and dispassionate. 

A quick wave at the door with everyone still sat around the breakfast table, enjoying conversation, and having second helpings of whatever they liked most. 

It felt a little like thanking your dentist and telling him goodbye after you had him prod around in your mouth for forty minutes. 

You knew each other on another level, and it felt like there should be heartfelt hugs, but that wasn’t the relationship you had with your family.

Instead, you’d taken two bottles of water from the fridge for your drive, walked past the table and said “That was fun, guys. See you on the next one!” and hadn’t even bothered to stop by the door as a chorus of goodbyes from the table saw you out. 

Joe followed suit and it was only minutes later that you were back in the car, on the road together, on the way back to your flat.  

You recounted the morning, and Joe saw you sink into the seat like you hadn’t relaxed in weeks. 

“And?” you asked Joe, whose eyes danced between the road and you. 

“Any regrets on offering to tag along?” 

“The sand in my underwear says yes,” Joe joked, making you laugh. 

You couldn’t deny that you’d had fun, but you knew it was mostly because Joe had been there too. 

You were not going to tell him that, though. 

Obviously. 

“You’re going to have to come to one of my family get-togethers next, to teach us your family’s way of playing football,” Joe said, and he reached over to squeeze your knee before quickly pulling his hand back to grip the steering wheel. 

You felt the skin that he’d touched burn.

Joe cleared his throat loudly, and you didn’t know why it suddenly felt weird in the car, but for some reason, it did. 

In a bid to fan away the fluttery feeling in your stomach, you turned up the radio and let music fill the car to help drown out the thoughts milling around in your head. 

You tried to convince yourself that it was all figments of your own imagination, but you couldn’t even look at Joe’s hands with his fingers curled around your steering wheel. 

Tight grip. White knuckles.

Shit. 

Stop looking.

So, you sipped from your bottle of water, hummed along to the music as casually as you could, and looked out of the window at the rolling hills, thinking of what you were going to wear later for your date with Tom; the man you should be thinking about right now.

The air between the two of you remained tense, but you ignored it.

Said nothing, until after about half an hour, Joe decided against better judgement to just spit out what was on his mind. 

“Don’t go,” he suddenly said, right as you were about to gulp down a mouthful of water, making you cough and wheeze for air as some of it found its way down your windpipe.

“Shit, I’m- fuck, I’m so sorry,” Joe reached over a hand, eyes darting between you and the road, unsure what his hand would do to help you. 

You swatted it away fast as you coughed, water dripping down your chin. 

“Don’t go where?” you spoke with a constricted voice, and you used both your hands to wipe at your chin, your sleeves now spotting sizeable wet patches on either side. 

Charming. 

“I don’t- ugh…” Joe winced at himself. “I don’t think... Tom’s not, I don’t think he’s a good guy,” 

Um.

What?

You stared at Joe who now kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead of him. It was easier to get out what had been plaguing him for a second without having to look at you.

Joe went on to explain how he’d seen your neighbour earlier that week, walking into his building across the road from you, with another woman, how he had then decided to stay out of it, but that now... he felt like he had to tell you, so at least you knew. 

You know, before actually going on your first date with the literal man of your dreams. 

You remained silent all throughout Joe’s monologue and felt the urge to escape the car grow within your limbs. 

There was no chance of escape, though, obviously. 

You were going down the motorway at sixty miles per hour. 

Joe could literally go on and talk for all he was worth, and you’d just have to sit there and listen to him as he spewed things about your neighbour that you didn’t want to hear.

“People have siblings,” you reasoned immediately, all defensive. “And friends.” 

“They were making out a lot for siblings, I think,” Joe’s voice was soft, but it felt like he was making a joke, and it had anger bubbling up your throat.

“You’re overstepping.” You sternly said, because he was. 

“Sorry, I’m just trying to… I don’t know, protect you? I guess?”

You didn’t appreciate that.

“I don’t need protecting.” You huffed.

“I just thought you should know.” Joe’s eyes glanced at you, seething beside him, and he regretted even bringing it up at all.

“Okay, thanks for telling me then. Can we please talk about something else?” 

You didn’t talk about anything else. 

The rest of the drive home was silent, and as you stared out the window, you let resentment grow inside of your chest. 

Even when you tried to forgo it by trying to phone your friend, who you still hadn’t talked to, you got her voicemail. 

Again. 

Fucking bitch. 

You had to actively remind yourself you had a crush on Tom. That was who you were: a jobless, single, dumb old idiot with an orange tomcat who had feelings for her neighbour who lived opposite you and drove a range rover. You’d had those feelings for ages and they were a part of you now. 

But then Joe moved into your flat and had the audacity to just go ahead and change all of that? 

You realised your anger was mostly aimed at yourself, which in turn only angered you more. 

Come on! 

You’d actually bagged yourself a date with your neighbour, who was meant to be the love of your life, and now Joe was telling you that you should be careful of him? 

All kind, and sweet, and charming? 

What a dick.

Your thoughts ran rogue, and you knew the underlying feelings present, but were set on not facing them. 

Not right now. 

You had a date tonight, for fuck’s sake. With the man you’d been lusting over for months. You weren’t going to let Joe screw that up for you. 

When you pulled into your street, Joe stopped the car outside your flat. 

“Head inside, I’ll find a parking spot,”  

Ugh. 

He had to stop. 

You stomped out of the car like a grumpy teenager and slammed the door a tad too hard. 

Inside, you immediately locked yourself in the bathroom for a proper everything-shower. You made sure to wash and condition, several times, to exfoliate every inch of skin on you, and to shave every single strand of hair from the ears down. 

Because who knew who was going to be seeing what tonight, you thought. 

You weren’t one to bare all on the first date, but the way Joe had pissed you off, you almost wanted to get into Tom’s bed to prove Joe a point. 

Except, doing just that was probably only going to be proving Joe right, in this case. 

So, then the shaving became an act just for yourself, just so you’d feel smoother. 

And sexier. 

Perfect reasoning for a perfect date with the perfect man. 

It just... it was annoying you that you couldn’t remember the colour of his eyes, the way you could remember Joe’s. 

“You ruined it!” you yelled into your house as you walked from the bathroom to your bedroom after you shower. 

“What’s that?” Joe’s voice travelled from the living room where he was cradling Eddie in his arms like a baby.

“You ruined it before it even had a chance to properly kick off!” and you slammed your bedroom door shut, leaving Joe to read between lines he wasn’t sure he was even reading correctly at all. 

The piles of clothes in your bedroom took a minute to tidy up. Finding something for you to wear took even longer. 

When you eventually ventured out to head back into the bathroom to get started on your hair and make-up, you found Joe, standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall, facing your bedroom door. 

How long had he been there? 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Joe said when you did your best to ignore him. You strode past him, stepped back into the bathroom, and started taking random make-up products from your bag which you placed on the ledge by the mirror one by one. 

“Have the best time, yea?” he then said and reached for his jacket from the coat stand. 

“Where you going?” you hated that you asked it. 

“Pub,” was all Joe said, and neither of you said goodbye as Joe walked out the door.  

It was eight o’clock on the dot when the doorbell rang. You’d been fanning yourself with your hands as you’d walked back and forth between the kitchen and living room for the past thirty minutes. Barefoot, because postponing putting your heels on meant you’d stand to wear them longer. 

Eddie had taken notice of your frantic movements and meowed at your loudly from up on the kitchen table, a spot he knew very well he wasn’t allowed to be. 

You were too busy trying to wave cool air onto your chest to help fade the blotches that had formed there, and unfortunately for Eddie, you didn’t have time to pick him up and nuzzle into his fur like Joe had been doing earlier. 

“Tom,” you said, smiling your sweetest smile when you opened the door to a man holding a bouquet of flowers.  

“Thomas. I go by Thomas.” 

Oh. 

Funny way to greet you... 

The problem wasn’t that his way of saying hi to you was to correct you on his name; it was the juxtaposition you immediately noticed between him and Joe. 

You remembered how Joe had corrected your friend when she had tried to call him Joseph, opting for the more informal shortened version of it. 

Tom, Thomas, however, seemed to be of a different breed. 

Strike one, spoke a voice inside your mind that you immediately tried to shush. 

He did bring you flowers, after all. 

“Oh, sorry. Thomas, hi. Come on in, I’m just finishing up,” you stepped aside and let your neighbour into your flat. Your flat, which had looked fine before but now seeing it through Thomas’s eyes, felt like a complete pigsty. 

You silently cursed at yourself for not having put your heels on before Thomas had rung your doorbell so you could’ve immediately left, and quickly dashed off into your bedroom whilst Thomas stepped foot into the living. 

“Oh, jeez,” You could hear him exclaim, and when you joined him, you were met with Eddie who seemed to have doubled in size and was glaring at your neighbour. 

Thick tail shaking high up above his arched back and with ears flattened back against his head, he looked just about ready to pounce. 

“Eddie!” You tried, but Thomas let out a nervous laugh. 

“Cats tend not to like me much. Doesn’t help that I’m allergic,” 

Shit.

Strike two. 

“Eddie tends to not like humans,” you justified. “Trust me, it’s not you,” you tried to convince yourself as much as you tried to convince Thomas. 

“Ready to go?” he looked like he couldn’t wait to get out of your flat. 

At the restaurant, Thomas showcased how much of a gentleman he was. He held your chair out for you to sit, got champagne for the two of you and told the waiter it was a special occasion, not revealing it was just your first date together. 

Thomas was all polished jawline, strong brow, dark hair, and he smelled divine. 

Textbook handsome in his pale blue shirt, you thought. And, he drove a fucking range rover. This man had success written all over him.

You felt like you didn’t measure up. 

Sat across the table from him, you tried to search for faults of his – just, any obvious imperfections – but just from looking at him, there weren’t any. 

You, on the other hand, had many faults, and it was easy for you to list them in your mind:  

-       Your life was shit, for one -       You left dirty laundry on the floor all the time -       Your sofa was covered in cat hair -       You barely ever flossed -       You didn’t know how to drive your own car properly -       You didn’t have a job, a pension plan or any savings left at this point -       You left rings all over your own coffee table, you didn’t own any coasters -       Your freezer hadn’t been defrosted in over a year -       You had no idea what to do with flavoured olive oils -       You unhealthily romanticized the idea of dating your neighbour  -       You had a crush on your flatmate -       Shit. -       You had a crush.  -       On your flatmate.  -       Shitting shit, shit.

You snapped back into the conversation Thomas was seemingly having with himself, because you hadn’t been listening at all. 

You looked at your glass of champagne and downed the full thing in one go. The bubbles fizzed up into your nose, and you had to hold back a sneeze. 

Thomas was talking about how he’d been plucking up the courage to ask you out for months. Hardly the right time to spray champagne all over him. 

“There was never a right time,” he said. “We kept bumping into each other, but I was scared of looking like an idiot.” 

He was saying all the correct words as you refilled your glass, tempted to just have a sip from the bottle itself, and had Joe not put the image of him making out with another girl in front of his flat earlier this week into your head, you would probably have swooned. 

“You were scared?” you gave a condescending chuckle, not believing a word of it. 

Had he seen you?  

“Well, yea,” he said, and smiled at you. You were sure it was meant to be cute, but to you, it all felt brazen. 

No, get it together, you thought. 

You reminded yourself you were at a fancy restaurant, with a sweet man, who was very handsome. So, you talked about your weekend, your dad’s birthday, your awful stepmother, and with every joke you made, Thomas didn’t laugh. At one point he even went, “I don’t get it,” and left you to explain why playing football the way your family played it was more fun than boring old regular footy. 

And then he still didn’t get it. 

When Thomas excused himself to go to the bathroom, you sighed when you tried to pour yourself another drink from an empty bottle. You’d drank all of it, and Thomas hadn’t made you laugh once. 

You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you listened to your mind whisper: strike three.  

Was it just Joe’s words that had slowly convinced you Thomas wasn’t who you had imagined him to be? You tried to convince yourself that dating several women at once was fine; you weren’t exclusive, this was only your first date. 

But you weren’t actually fine with that. 

You tried to imagine if you would’ve liked Thomas better if Joe hadn’t told you about the other woman he’d seen him with, but the mental image of Thomas stayed the same. 

It was tainted now, and you wondered why you had ever even lusted after him to begin with. You’d been so head over heels for this guy, and for what? 

You stared helplessly at the breadbasket Thomas hadn’t touched – “Too many carbs for me, but go ahead, have some,” – and you felt your fantasy of Thomas and you living together happily ever after fading fast. 

When he came back to the table, you did the unthinkable before your mind could catch up with you. 

“I need to leave,” you were on your feet before Thomas could even get a word in. 

“Let me know how much this was, I’ll pay you back for it,” and without looking back, you marched out the door, leaving behind your dumbfounded neighbour who was left to scramble at what he had done wrong to have you walk out on him before the main course had even been served. 

Instead of going home, you headed for the pub. It wasn’t a long walk, and with the large, angry steps you were talking, heels scraping against the pavement, it took no time for you to get there.  

Walking in, the crowd was made of up families and groups of friends finishing up their Sunday roasts, as well as people stood around holding their drinks, double fisting large pints, having chats. 

It was loud inside, and you scanned the room from the doorway until you spotted him. 

There. 

By the bar. 

Pint in hand. 

Talking in a group of three. 

Actor friends, you were sure.

You beelined straight over to him, bumping into strangers’ shoulders as you went, and when you were just a few steps away, Joe saw you.

“Hey, what are you doing here? You seem–” 

You silenced him by planting your lips right onto his, arms slung around his neck with your chest pressed up against him tightly. Joe didn’t try to resist – it would have been useless anyway. You had more champagne in your system than was good for you, and you were all riled up with emotions. 

The poor boy didn’t stand a chance. 

For a second, Joe was frozen. Unsure of what was happening. But then, behind you, one of Joe’s friends took Joe’s drink out of his hand and you felt how he took hold of you, wrapping his arms around, and how he started kissing you back. 

It took a few seconds for the two of you to be making out like teenagers, and you heard people snicker beside you. 

Pulling back, you glared at him.

“Thomas is shit.” 

You kissed him again. 

“You’re shit.” 

Another kiss. 

“Honestly, such a shithead.” 

And another.

“I am,” Joe agreed, speaking into your mouth. 

“The biggest shithead.” 

Joe pulled you into him until your feet weren’t touching the floor anymore, and he felt the bar press hard into his back. You kissed roughly, passionately, in a way that would make anyone watching you uncomfortable until you had to pull back to catch your breath. 

When your feet found the floor again, you suddenly pushed back forcefully and slapped Joe against his shoulder with a flat hand. 

You were mad, still.

“What did you have to do that for?” what you accused Joe of, you weren't even sure, but your voice was so annoyed, and the frown etched deep into your face accompanied it perfectly. 

Joe fucking loved it. 

“How could I not have? You’re shit,” Joe said and was quick to pull you in for another kiss. 

“You are such a shithead.” 

And you agreed, sinking deeper into Joe’s lips as his hands found your cheeks to hold, and his hot breath caressed your face. 

“This is the weirdest kiss I’ve ever witnessed,” you heard one of Joe’s friends say, who were both still stood beside you. 

“Fuck off,” Joe spoke between kisses. 

“Yea, fuck off,” you repeated, entirely unaware of who you were speaking to, and you felt Joe smile against your mouth.  

You could both be shit. 

Could both have shitty lives, because you were convinced that they’d cancel each other out just fine.

The sudden vibration in your pocket pulled you right out of the kiss, and back into the pub you were both stood in. When you quickly checked to see who was calling you – you were kind of hoping it was Thomas, just so you could tell him to fuck off as well – you saw it was your friend, finally returning the countless calls you’d made. 

You shot your eyes up at Joe, who had also seen your phone’s display, and for a moment you contemplated not picking up. Sending her call to voicemail felt like the payback she deserved.  

“Pick up. Tell her we kissed,” Joe nudged you and smiled, holding out his hand for his friend to pass him back his drink. 

And you smiled back, because that was exactly what you wanted to do. 

“I’ll see you back at the flat in what, thirty minutes?” 

“Thirty minutes,” you repeated, all giddy and stupid when Joe winked at you as you started moving towards the exit.

“Bitch,” You answered your phone. “Guess the fuck what? I’m about to test-drive your plan B.” 

"What?!"

And you almost skipped on your way home. 

Life suddenly didn’t seem so shit anymore. 

It could only go up from here.

the end

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[ssailia]

Exposed secrets || Lo’ak x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Kiri tells you about Lo’ak’s crush in front of him.

WARNINGS: fluff, friends telling secrets, Lo’ak is a cute simp, angst if you get a pair of thick ass glasses lenses and search for it

rushed bc its literally 11pm and i have plans tomorrow

Loak had always loved you. When he saw you for the first time, he could only admire your beauty. He found you mesmerising, perfect for him. You were humorous, just like him. You are training to be a warrior, just like him, and your similarities were the reason why you two became friends.

Best friends, actually.

You would do anything together. You were with Lo'ak during his Iknimaya, and vice versa. You cheered him on when he was bonding with his own ikran, and vice versa. You would sneak out of home tree with him, and finding the most humour in it when you two would get caught and then he would get into trouble.

When you guys were younger, Loak would be teased by other children in the clan about his fourth finger, and you were there to defend him every time he felt vulnerable. More reason added to why Loak loves you.

You two liked to compete with each other, when it comes to arguments, aim training, who finishes their food first, et cetera, anything you two would do would always end up in prioritising your winning or losing board.

“Lo’ak! Hurry up! We’re gonna get caught!” You tugged onto Lo’ak’s arm, pulling him out of home tree while he was still in his tired state.

“Did you have to wake me up during the middle of the night?!” He whisper-yelled, expecting his father to come out of nowhere and scold only him for his mischievousness. “I hate it when you put all the blame on me when we get caught.” He rolled his eyes, snatching his arm away from you to walk on his own.

“Yet you still happen to love me.” You turned around while jumping to leave a peck on his cheek. “And I love you too.” Lo’ak knew you only meant ‘love’ platonically; why would you tell someone you love them when you’re in risk of confessing your feelings?

“Of course.”

In your eyes, you tell him you love him as a way of hinting your feelings for him, but it seems like he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings, due to his fugitive and brief replies.

Momentarily, you had continued on your safe track on one of the thick and curvy branches of home tree. That was until you misplaced your foot and slipped. You let out a squeal, followed by Lo’ak’s scream, and you were able to catch onto something on the same branch to prevent you from falling. You felt pain beginning to swell around your abdomen, but you were too occupied trying to pull yourself up to check.

Lo’ak had released his breath that he unknowingly held due to shock, and hunched his back over with his hands on his knees to show how relieved he is that you weren’t hurt.

Lo’ak aided you in pulling you back up onto the branch, and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, mainly to let himself know that you were still alive.

“Don’t ever do that to me again kiddo.” He whispered into your ear.

“Okay fuck off with the nicknames, Lo— haa!” You gasped in pain when Lo’ak tightened his hold on you, and it seemed like his touch affected your weak spot.

“Oh shit, did I do something?” He pulled away from you, but left his hands resting on your shoulders and scanned your body. A red stain on your stomach caught his eye, and it was a large slit on your side. He looked on the side of the branch and saw a stump sticking out of it, and he quickly assumed that was what caused your pain.

“Let’s get you back to Kiri- dad!” Lo’ak helped you up before seeing another blue individual standing in front of him.

“What are you two doing up? And Y/N, what happened to your stomach?!” Jake’s expression changed quickly when he was aware of your wound, and thought it was better if you headed to Kiri and Mo’at’s infirmary to get your wound patched up.

Lo’ak thought it would be best if you guys woke up Kiri, because his grandmother is not a pleasant person to be treated by.

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Jake had went back to bed after delivering you to Kiri, too stressed to bother with any more teenage problems.

“I can’t believe you two had to wake me up because of your guys’ recklessness.” Kiri complained, gathering some yalnabark and a cloth.

“It was all Y/N’s fault! She was the one who woke me-“

“Hush, Lo’ak, people are sleeping.” You glared at him, which silenced him. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes when he realised you won again.

“I get why you love her, Lo’ak. She’s such a compassionate person, while also having a hint of mischief.” Kiri chuckled. You had processed what she said in your brain, before widening your eyes and realising what she had said. Kiri froze while applying the yalnabark to your side, showing the same shock as you.

“Kiri!” Lo’ak yelled, but not loud enough to wake up any of the villagers. Lo’ak had buried his face into his hands, embarrassed of what Kiri had told him, in front of who he loves. “Oh this is so embarrassing!” He cursed before rushing out of the tent.

“I am so sorry Y/N. I get it if you don’t like him back, he’s always complaining to me about how you don’t like him. He’s a rule-breaking kid I know! And-“

“I love him too.” You had confessed to her, while still staring at the same spot of the tent you had been staring at since Kiri exposed Lo’ak.

“Well- I think you should go to him after. I really don’t want him mad at me for the rest of my life.” Kiri rushed her work before packing up and shooing you off. “Go! I need some sleep..”

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You had arrived at a secluded area near home tree. You and Lo’ak would sometimes hang out there when you two snuck out, and that place is the only place you know Lo’ak would be.

There was a pool of water there, and you and your best friend redecorated that area so it looked as beautiful as the forest. You two placed rocks on the border of the pond, and you guys planted water floras, and land floras, to make the area look more pretty. Some of the plants had a bioluminescent glow to them, which is why you two planted them there as well - to provide a source of light.

When you arrived, you saw Lo’ak’s hunched back facing you, and his legs were in the water, swinging back and fourth.

“Lo’ak..?” You had called out to him.

He quickly turned around, recognising the sound of your voice. He became a bit frantic, trying to find something to explain his feelings to you, make it seem like it was a misunderstanding, turn things back to where they weren’t awkward.

“Y/N! You see- I can explain-“

“Do you.. really love me?” You felt a twinge of hope in your heart, but you kept yourself concealed, in case it was a misunderstanding.

“I-“ Lo’ak had paused before continuing. “Yeah.. who wouldn’t? You’re pretty, you’re funny, and you are a great warrior-“

You had cut Lo’ak off with a kiss, your hands stuck to his cheeks to keep him close. You became aware of not giving him consent, and you were swift when pulling away.

“I- I’m so sorry.” You muttered, hanging your head down in apology.

“It’s okay.. you- you can kiss me whenever.” Heat spread around Lo’ak’s cheeks, and he inched closer to you, tilting your head up to face him, before slowly leaning in.

When your lips connected, it was like your whole bodies connected. Lo’ak’s arms wrapped around your waist, while yours were left hanging over his shoulders.

It felt like a moment in heaven with Lo’ak, and it was so ethereal. You had doubted that he would ever like you; and that was because of your ongoing friendship that lasted eight years, and you saw no signs of intimacy until now.

You pulled away to catch your breath.

“I see you, Lo’ak.”

“And I see you, my love.” A tint formed on your cheeks, and you looked away while smiling, happy that you got what you yearned for for years. “Looks like I win.” Lo’ak told you.

[fairy-writes]

I saw that the 700 follower event is for two requests now, thank you so much! Can I grab Meteor Shower by Cavetown with Kento Nanami as well? (I may have a type)

METEOR SHOWER

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: labradorite-skies

Fandom(s): Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing(s): Nanami Kento x Gender Neutral!Reader

Song: Meteor Shower by Cavetown

Genre: Ya know what? I don’t even know. Probably fluff?

This is for my 700 followers event! Check my pinned post for more info if you want to join!

A bit short, but I still like it :)

This is also not really a song-fic, though it is laid out like one. It’s me more being inspired by the lyrics. 

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Kento looked at you like you had the moon in your eyes and the sun in your time-cracked palms. He looked at you like you wrote sentences and stories in the Milky Way. As if you connected the stars with your finger as the pen and your imagination as calligraphy ink.

He let himself be sucked in.

I've got miles of regrets and confusing friends

But perhaps it's just my stupid head in the end

Thinking should I wait here or make my way home

You said go

Kento looked at you as if your skin and lips were stained with the dandelion of hopes and plum of dreams. As if you painted your cheeks with the brushstrokes of nebulas, and red giants, and white dwarfs, and neutron stars.

You let yourself be sucked in.

Making up problems that don't exist

Why do I let myself dream like this

We're floating away. My body's in space

We are going home

You both cracked open a bottle of champagne with gravestones. Watching the sky and weaving stories in a tapestry of silence as he told you stories of Jujutsu Sorcerers who got a little too friendly with death and had to say a hasty goodbye. Before adding themselves as another glittering star in the sky.

He let himself be sucked into your embrace.

Missing pieces of my skull

I'll sew on patches of my own soul.

There's nothing you or I can do, so let the stars fall

Cause from up here, the sky's my thoughts, and we're all so small

You sang songs about them, something Kento admired. You sang ballads and soul songs and danced waltzes to honor the fallen. You sang to the sound of wind passing through windchimes and to comets falling from the sky and the sun going down over the horizon.

You let yourself be sucked into his touch.

Meteor shower, quick take cover

But the hues in our hair compliment one another

I'd sell my own bones for sapphire stones

Cause blue's your favorite color

Your anxiety stitched your mouth shut with spider silk, so you wouldn’t ever say what you really felt. Your imagination was a lonesome garden party never attended; the guest list was flower-pressed names long forgotten, left to decay in a chest of wicker and brass. But he cut the silk with gentle fingers and kind words. He allowed you to express your opinion and listened happily.

He let himself be sucked into your heart.

My heart and the earth share the same rule

It starts with Love, and it ends with you

But don't go outside, it's dangerous tonight

Without me here right by your side

He was your boy of silver and gold. Wearing his heart on his silver sleeve and his soul behind molten promises. Burning light cascaded from his glowing heart as you cradled his face as you changed the color of the sky in your eyes. 

You let himself be sucked into his soul.

Take it slow. You'll know

Which way to go

Sew up your skull

Take your time

And we'll be just fine

[ibuki-says]

Stunned Silence

Pairing: Mikan Tsumiki x Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

Rating: PG-13 - Just cursing 

Word Count: 1,180

Spoilers?: None! Non-despair AU 

Prompt: “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”

A nurse’s job is to help people. That was pretty much all Mikan Tsumiki assumed she was good for. As long as she was there to patch her friends up, there was no way they could hate her! She wore this badge on her apron with pride every time one of her friends ambled into the office while she was working. Of course, there was the official ‘school nurse,’ but Mikan helped just as much, especially when she wasn’t available! Flitting from friend to friend, offering band-aids and kind words of reassurance, Mikan always felt content. Unfortunately, not all of them were so accepting of her assistance. 

“Ibuki, if you are going to unnecessarily drag the Supreme Overlord of Ice out to eat lunch with you mortals, I advise you turn down the amplifier. Lest you want the Four Dark Devas of Destruction to rain hellfire upon you and your instrument!” The lunch table was as lively as ever, a soft smile played on Mikan’s lips as she watched the four hamsters from under Gundham’s scarf. It was always difficult to get everyone together for times like this, but it made her really happy when they were able to. Despite his eccentric ways of speaking, she grew to learn that in the end, he was simply worried for their health. Evidently, not everyone saw it that way as Kazuichi rolled his eyes from across the table. 

“C’mon man! Don’t be such a spoilsport! Let her play her music!” He defended the musician, leaning forward in his seat. Worried about the tensions rising even more, or even worse, things breaking out into a fight, Mikan shyly raised her hand. “U-um, proper care of your ears is important for humans too….not just hamsters.” She quietly spoke up, though feeling tears begin to well in her eyes as everyone stared at her. 

“Oooooo, gotcha Mikan!! Haha, Ibuki forgot this wasn’t a stage...or a concert.” Ibuki chuckled as she lowered the volume of the amp, thus seemingly diffusing the tension at the table as well. However, as lunch progressed, an absence in the group became glaringly obvious. 

“Hey...does anyone know where Fuyuhiko is?” Hajime piped up, finally stating the elephant in the room. In an instant, almost all eyes at the table turned to Peko, who seemed to accompany the short blonde yakuza wherever he went. Seeming uncomfortable with the sudden attention, she flushed in her seat. 

“I apologize. I have about a good of an idea of where he is as you all.” She stated before returning to her food. An uneasy silence fell over the group as they pondered the whereabouts of their missing friend. As the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear-

“Ah, Fuyuhiko! We were all so worried!” Nagito cheerfully exclaimed, causing the rest of the group to turn towards where he was looking. Mikan almost fell out of her chair noticing the state of him. His suit was disheveled and there were numerous cuts and bruises peppering his form. He scowled at them as he shoved his hands in his pockets. 

“What are you all fuckin’ staring at? Didn’t have time to stop home, not that fuckin’ suprising.” He practically snarled, clearing hating the attention that was suddenly thrust on him. Despite her better judgement, Mikan’s nature as a nurse overcame her as she felt herself standing and rushing to Fuyuhiko’s side. 

“Please let me treat your wounds!” She stated, rather than asking, already beginning to look over all of them. Reacting almost as if she was toxic, Fuyuhiko immediately jerked away. 

“I’m fine!” He brushed her off, turning away from the nurse. Not being able to shake her concern, Mikan attempted to move once again in his view. 

“Even the smallest cuts can become infected and cause major problems! I-I still think it’s important!” She pleaded, hoping he would see reason and allow her to help him. 

“I said I’m fucking fine!” He snapped, pulling away from her more aggressively this time. With that, silence fell over the lunch table once more, Mikan especially looked at him with wide-eyed shock. She never would have pushed if he didn’t have a history of relenting and allowing her to treat him. The tension in the air was palpable as not even any of the Devas dared make a squeak. Fuyuhiko’s furious expression seemed to falter for just a moment before scoffing and stalking off. After a beat or two more of stunned silence, the lunchtime conversation gradually began again, whether it be speaking of the incident that just occured or quickly changing the subject. However, Mikan couldn’t bring herself to move. She was barely able to react, even to cry, and simply stared blankly at Fuyuhiko’s retreating form. 

By the end of the day, the incident still weighed heavily on Mikan’s mind. Throughout the day, several of her classmates had dropped in, whether it be needing help or to simply spend some time with the fragile nurse. Even Hiyoko had offered a word or two of...sympathy? Honestly, refraining from calling Mikan a trashy pigshit was practically charity when it came to the foul-mouthed blonde. Mikan kept herself busy even when students weren’t there, a feeble attempt occupy her mind with thoughts other than self deprecating ones associated with her failure to help a classmate earlier. She was putting away some student medical files when she heard the old door creak open once more. She immediately turned with a soft smile on her face, on that immediately dropped when she noticed who had come to visit her. The person letting the door close behind him and was now alone in her office with her was none other than Fuyuhiko. For a moment, no one said anything.

“U-um, Fuyuhiko? Is something wrong?” Mikan asked gently, nervously wringing her hands as she waited for the blonde yakuza to speak. Letting out a sigh, Fuyuhiko made his way to one of the cots and sat, Mikan cautiously following him with her eyes, not allowing herself to move quite yet. 

“I just- I’m- Fuck.” He was clearly struggling with his words, fiddling with his tie in frustration. “I’m...I’m sorry I yelled at you. You were just trying to help, and I took my anger out on you.” After speaking, he turned his attention away from his tie and looked up to her. For a moment, Mikan simply had to process this. An apology was one of the last things she had expected to come out of an heir to a yakuza’s mouth. To her no less. After a beat, she gave him a gentle smile. “I forgive you.” She simply stated as she watched his posture almost instantly become less tense. “Now will you...will you allow me to treat your wounds?” A genuine smile cracked though Fuyuhiko’s tough exterior as he nodded. The tension in the air had completely evaporated by the time Mikan arrived back to the cot with the supplies she needed. “Hold still. I’ll have you all cleaned up in no time.”

[immajustvibehere]

The Romantic Poet

Paring: Arthur Morgan x female Reader

oneshot: fluff, flowers & dancing

summary: You have been running with the van der Linde gang for a while now. One evening, you find a clue that someone in the gang might be falling in love with you. It doesn't take long until you figure out that Arthur could be the one.

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2500 words, 14 minutes reading time

A week had barely passed at Horseshoe Overlook when you returned to your tent after a day of chores. The gang was still in the process of settling in, transforming this small and well-hidden patch of grass into a spot you honestly felt at home. Everyone had been working their asses off and because of that it had slowly started to become a cozy place with tables, campfires, henhouse and all the wagons and tents set up. You had just finished mending the last of the men's coats and were ready to call it a day, maybe taking your book and reading a few pages at the fire or joining the other girls for dinner when you saw a flower on your sleeping mat. 

Puzzled, you picked it up and inspected it. It was a violet snowdrop, no doubt. You sniffed it happily - you loved flowers. But...who put it there? It hadn’t been there in the morning. Flower carefully in one hand, you strolled to Mary-Beth and Tilly who were sitting in their tent, eating stew and talking to each other. 

"Look what I found in my tent", you presented the flower to the girls who had looked up when you got closer. "That's a beautiful flower, y/n", Tilly confirmed. "What do you mean you found it in your tent?", Mary-Beth inquired with a smile on her face. "Well...it was lying on my mat. I don't know, wasn't there when I left it in the morning. None of you put it there, did you?", you asked. 

Mary-Beth smile seemed to grow: "Of course not! We haven't left camp since we arrived, and you only get those flowers close to the mountains."

"So, who...", you started. 

"One of the boys, of course!", Mary-Beth interrupted, "Looks like you've got a secret admirer!"

You couldn't help but blush: You? A secret admirer? It would have been easier to convince you that somebody was giving you the run-around, but you still sat down with the girls. After only five minutes, there was an excited conversation going on in which you tried to figure out who could have possibly left the flower on your bed. 

"Could have been Lenny", Tilly suggested. 

"Charles or John...", Mary-Beth went on. 

You smiled embarrassed, listening to the girl's suggestions.

"Maybe some of the older ones? A drunk reverend or Bill, Mr. Pearson...Oh, y/n! I really hope it wasn't Micah", Tilly continued mockingly. The idea made you cringe. Suddenly, Arthur walked past you carrying a hay bale. He eyed you quickly, nodding and murmuring an "Ev'ning ladies." After he was out of earshot, you heard Mary-Beth giggling: "I think we found your secret admirer."

"What?", you felt your cheeks burn up. 

Tilly also looked satisfied: "I didn't know Arthur was back. I haven't seen him at camp the whole week. In this case- obviously it must be Arthur."

It was really difficult to hide your excitement. Truth is, you had secretly hoped it would be Arthur, but it was too good to be true. You had developed some feelings for him over the last couple of months, pretty soon after you had started running with the gang half a year ago. Not that Arthur had ever given you a particular reason to love him, but you found him handsome and had noticed that he is by far gentler and kinder than it might look like at first glance.

"I think he even blushed when he saw the flower", Mary-Beth added, fetching you back from your daydreams. "Oh, I just remembered. We rode past quite a few of snowdrops when we came down from those nasty mountains and you went on about how much you missed flowers and vegetation for about half an hour. Surely, he must have overheard that", Mary-Beth reminded you - and it was true. Arthur was on the wagon behind yours, you recalled actively looking at him, admiring his tired expression while he was smoking. You had also watched him when he was unbuttoning his winter coat after you had left the snowy areas. 

"Y/n!", Tilly mocked. 

"What?" Oh no, you hadn't been listening. 

"I said: What are you going to do about it?", Tilly repeated her question you hadn't registered the first time. You managed to shrug. 

It was hard to fall asleep tonight. Was it really Arthur who had left you the flower? Did he even notice you ever before? You swallowed as you remembered an incident in Colter. Dutch, Micah and Arthur had been out to look for some food and returned with a handful of provisions and Mrs. Adler. Then, you stayed in the house you had been assigned to, not greeting the men, simply because you had been too put-off by the idea of going out into the cold again. You had been sitting on a chair close the fireplace, wrapped in blankets when Arthur had come in. 

"Hey y/n. Yer alright?"

You had nodded: "Sure. Cold but fine. Am I...Am I needed?"

"Ah, no. Didn't want to disturb ya. I just thought I should bring ya ehh-" he had looked at the can in his hand "some assorted biscuits."

You had taken the can, smiling at the man. Thinking back, his red cheeks might have not only been because of the cold. "Thank you, Arthur. I would have got some food later...I mean...you found enough food, didn't you?"

"Yeah...but I saw Uncle and Micah pocket some stuff they shouldn't 've and thought...I better bring ya something b'fore it's all gone."

You had chuckled and thanked the man, who, after throwing some more branches into the fire, had excused himself with a "Catch ya later then". 

The next few days you tried to pay more attention to Arthur. You would wish him a good morning and a good evening if your ways happened to cross around that time. He always returned to camp in the evening to sleep there, probably because he, Javier and Charles were planning to rescue Sean who had been caught in Blackwater. When the day of the rescue had come, you were nervous. You remembered what state the gang had left Blackwater in and to have Arthur go so close...

"G'morning", Arthur greeted you. You were sat on the edge of the hill, your legs dangling and a coffee mug in hand. It was still very early and the people in camp only slowly started to wake up. You knew Arthur and the others would ride to get Sean early in the morning and you wanted to say your good-bye, but now Arthur had caught you off guard, still mulling over everything that could go wrong. Arthur stood next to you, his hands on his gun belt. 

"Good morning, Arthur", you replied with a nod. Arthur considered you for a second before he said: "Ya look a bit pale. Everything okay?" You nodded quickly, not wanting him to worry about you: "Yeah. I'm just...it doesn't feel right to have you go so close to Blackwater."

Arthur gave you a reassuring smile: "Don't ya worry, we'll get that Irish bastard back in one piece." You looked into your cup, avoiding eye contact: "But can you promise to bring yourself back in one piece?" There was moment of silence before Arthur cleared his throat and muttered a "Sure".

The conversation was more than embarrassing, but you found some consolation in the smile you exchanged with Arthur afterwards. Still, as soon as the three men had left camp your anxiety started to rise with every passing hour. Concentrating on chores was difficult when your eyes always ventured to the track that leads to your camp. The sun was slowly setting when you heard the sound of hooves and cheers coming from the trees and moments later the group arrived, led by Sean. You noticed immediately that Arthur was missing and when you approached Charles about it, he patted your shoulder and smiled: "Don't worry, y/n. He's only a couple of minutes behind us. He stayed to look for valuables at the bounty hunter's camp." 

This stopped you from worrying too much, but you still waited close to the track from which you suspected Arthur to arrive. Karen mocked you for not helping to prepare for the party that was soon to start, but Mary-Beth was kind enough to distract her. You only heard as she whispered to Karen that you had "very good reasons" to wait on Arthur. Did you, though? It's not like just because he was so kind as to leave you a flower in your tent once that he now expects you to greet him personally every time he comes back from a mission. 

You were about to head to the others and lend them a hand when you heard the crunching of twigs and turned around again. Arthur was approaching on his horse. You looked at each other when you got a glimpse of something red and greenish in his right hand, though it quickly disappeared behind the horse's neck when Arthur noticed you looking down. "Glad you're back", you stuttered. "Yer all that's left from the welcoming committee?", he smiled kindly, dismounting only after he let whatever he had held in his hand disappear in his satchel. You blushed: "Well, yeah...the others are...uhm...getting ready for the party. I thought I'd wait for you..."

"Thank you", he smiled flustered and walked next to you. "Got some good loot?", you asked. "Oh yeah, some rings 'n buckles...might be worth a couple of dollars", he answered. "The most valuable thing you got", you started mockingly, "is - of course - Sean. I have to say I missed his banter." Arthur laughed: "Ya really missed this? I'm not afraid to admit I stayed behind to get rid of it again." You shared a laugh before Mary-Beth called you over. 

"It's way harder to talk to Arthur knowing he might like me!", you admitted in a whisper to Mary-Beth. "So you like him back, do you?", Mary-Beth giggled. You looked at her shocked for a moment, you had thought it was as clear as day, but apparently it wasn't? But admitting it...you managed to stammer some nonsense. "It's okay", Mary-Beth calmed you "I understand." She gave you a wink and went off. 

After a couple of minutes, the party was in full swing. People were singing and drinking, Sean was particularly loud. Of course, you greeted him too and Sean hugged you tightly, laughing: "Ah! I missed ya beautiful face, y/n!" Dutch got the gramophone running and you joined Hosea who sat on a chair, watching Dutch and Molly dance. 

"Hey Hosea", you said, sitting down next to him. "Ah, great timing y/n! Do you know how to dance?" You blushed a bit and shook your head: "No, never done it." Hosea clapped on his thigh and had a big cocky smile in his face: "Perfect! Arthur my boy, come over here!" You whirled around. What was that about? When Arthur was close enough, Hosea sat up straight.

"Listen here, Miss y/n just told me she had never danced before. I'd teach her myself but I'm too old for that so how about you show her some moves", Hosea suggested. You panicked. While your eyes were roaming the scene you caught a glimpse of Mary-Beth who was looking at you, seemingly very satisfied. So that was her doing…

"I don't know, Hosea...I'm not a great dancer myself...", Arthur went on. 

"Oh no, I insist. A lady has to dance", Hosea now shooed you off the chair. Helplessly, you looked at Arthur who was clearing his throat. The two of you held eye contact for what felt like an eternity, both of you too embarrassed to make the next move. 

"Come on now! What are you waiting for?", Hosea cheered. 

Arthur led you to a piece of grass with more space. "'s that okay? Ya don't have to dance with me, if ya don't want", Arthur's voice was deep and kind. You nodded: "No, no. I really want to. But I can't dance...at all...", you swallowed. "'s fine...", Arthur went on, "we'll figure it out."

Slowly and carefully, as if he wanted to give you another opportunity to back down, he placed his right hand on your hip and with the left hand took your right hand. It barely felt like he was touching you, he would just let your hand rest on his. You knew enough about dancing that you put your free hand on his shoulder. Arthur would make a slow step, forcing your foot in the according position and counting the rhythm. You didn't dare to lift your eyes off the ground, you feared stumbling or stepping on Arthur's feet, if you would do so. 

"Y/n", Arthur said, but you didn't answer, expecting a kind of question or statement to follow your name. But nothing came for a while. Suddenly you felt his hand leaving your hip. Smoothly it was placed on your chin which was then lifted so you had to look up. "Don't look down. Jus' follow my lead, ya doing good", Arthur praised. You were a blushing mess at those words and your heart beat faster immediately. "B-But I'll step on your-", you tried to explain. "I don't mind. I've been shot at today, I can handle ya trampling all over me", Arthur assured you. 

The dancing went fine, you managed to keep up and whenever you stumbled, Arthur corrected your steps smoothly. You would have almost called yourself a natural dancer, when Arthur started to speed things up a bit, performing little twirls and twists with you. They had you stumble and wobble all over the place, but Arthur caught you every time, bringing you back into the rhythm of the music. Both of you were laughing and panting after ten minutes. You had of course noticed that Arthur's grip on your hip and hand had got more confident with every minute and you were sorry to let go, but you had to catch your breath. 

Mary-Beth had ventured close to you to and she said amusedly: "See Arthur, it's okay to dance. Doesn't mean we won't stop thinking you're angry and sad."

"That what you think of me?" Arthur replied while his hand travel through his hair, shoving loose strands off his forehead.

"Sad in a good way, like a romantic poet", Mary-Beth giggled.

You blushed at those words, still panting next to Arthur and Mary-Beth. Suddenly, Arthur's eyes were on you again. With a soft smile on his face he said: "Well, that's about all I can muster."

The next day you woke with a slight headache. Apparently, you had drunk a bit too much after your dance with Arthur. Once you sat up, your gaze fell on red flowers on your table, lying on a note. There was no need to hold in your smile, even before reading the note you knew it had to be from Arthur. The note only confirmed it. "Thank you for the dance". You looked around. The sun had risen but the camp was still quiet with everybody suffering from the aftermath of the party. But, with his broad back turned towards you, you saw Arthur sitting at a table, his hat lazily on his lap and his hair unkempt. You figured you might as well join him for a morning cup of coffee.

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I'm sorry this is a bit rushed, but I wanted to get it out there. I have so many unfinished drafts .-.

If you are interested in a longer slow burn, you might want to read my story Chance Encounter