request: from my 1k celebration that turned into a full fic
warnings: i think a single cuss word lol, but its cute
word count: 1.5k
a/n: this is my first actual fic in a while and i wrote it longer by accident. so hope you guys enjoy!
Today had been such a great morning. You were woken up to breakfast made and your favorite smoothie, nothing out of the ordinary. The designer bag you ordered had just arrived. Your outfit was flawless and flowed down your body effortlessly. Plus, your best friends asked to do lunch and shopping this afternoon. Everything was perfect.
Hoping into your Mercedes, you sling your shiny new purse into the passenger seat. You slide your sunglasses onto your freshly done face and check your lipgloss in the mirror. You connect your phone to play your favorite song. Perfect. Easing out of your enormous garage, you get about halfway before you slam on your breaks.
A face you didn’t really recognize comes barreling into your car. Before you can think to lock the doors, they swing it open. Of course, you never lock your door living in a gated community. The stranger slams his body into your passenger seat. Gasping for air he yells, “Keep driving!” Your eyes bolt wide as your mind tries to wrap around what’s happening. He motions and shouts “Please go!” For some reason you comply and quickly whip your car out of the driveway and down your neighborhood street. In the rear-view mirror, you see your neighbor running towards you with a shotgun in hand.
You finally take inventory of the guy next to you. His blond hair plastered to his forehead with beads of sweat littering his face. It wasn’t a bad face to look at if you were honest. As you ease down his body taking note of his clothes, you spot his muddy boots on the floor of your detail cleaned car. You get ready to scold him but then you notice where he’s sitting. “My purse!” you screech at the top of your lungs. He instantly jumps not expecting the shrill of your voice. He reaches behind him and pulls out a slightly dented purse and tries to straighten it out. “My bad, princess. Look good as new,” he smirks trying to be cute. “I’m not your princess. And I literally just got this today,” you scowl.
Then you feel anger sear through your body. “Who the fuck are you anyway? And why are you in my car?” He stutters for a moment trying to give you a made up story. You halt him with a hand to the face. “Wait, you’re that Maybank kid aren’t you?” He smiles thinking he’s in the clear. “So you’ve heard of me too?” You scoff, “Oh, I’ve heard of you”. He stretches his arms behind his head making himself comfortable. “Yeah, I’m kind of well-known on the island”.
Rolling your eyes, you stop the car outside of your neighborhood. “You broke into my car, trashed it and my purse, and you won’t even tell me why. I don’t care how many people know you. I don’t like you”. He sits up ready to defend himself. “Okay for one, y/n, I didn’t break in. It was unlocked. Two, I mow for that old lady next door to you and she got pissed thinking I stole her bracelet and chased me with the oldest shotgun I’ve ever seen. But, I am sorry about your car and purse, I’ll pay you back. I promise”. Squinting at him trying to decide if you believe him, you realize he knows your name.
“You know who I am?” He erupts into laughter. “Are you kidding? Everyone knows who you are. Besides, what part about I mow for your neighbor doesn’t click? I’ve been here a thousand times”. “Oh, so that makes you a stalker then? Great, I have a stalker and don’t even know his name. He whips to face you quickly. “I’m not a stalker! I just know who you are”. You hum acting like you’re mulling over his story trying to rile him up. Soon you break into laughter not being able to contain it at the site of his obviously uncomfortable demeanor. He joins in with you realizing you’re just tormenting him. Fair. He deserved it.
“I’m JJ,” he reaches out to shake your hand. “Your newly manicured hand reaches out to his. His rings are cold on your skin but his warm hands replace the feeling. His hands are soft but sturdy. You could tell he’s good with them. That thought sends goosebumps down your arm. You stop your train of thought before it can go any further. He smiles at the touch of your skin, “Want to go somewhere?” You hesitate knowing your friends were waiting, but for some reason you were drawn to this mess of a boy. Biting your lip, you nod your head yes. You send a quick text in your group chat to tell them you weren’t coming and follow JJ’s directions.
Shortly, you’re pulling into a secluded area where there’s not even gravel to park your car on. “Great you are a stalker and you brought me here to kill me”. He shakes his head while sliding out of the car. “Don’t be a drama queen. Trust me?” he reaches out his hand to you. Once again, you find yourself nodding and accepting his hand. After a few minutes of him guiding you through trees, it opens to a beach area. Stunned you scan the area looking for others. You weren’t that far from your home either. He pauses for you to remove your sandals before taking your hand again walking through the sand. “Nice, huh?” he questions as he watches your face light up while scanning the area. “Yeah it’s beautiful here. How did you find this?” His eyes trail down to the sand, “Sometimes you just need a place to be alone”. You don’t push for more sensing he was uncomfortable.
Instead, you release his hand and go running towards the water. He struggles to pop his boots off then chases after you. You splash him with the soft waves soaking his clothes. He gasps, “I didn’t know princesses could get dirty”. He retaliates soaking your sundress. Not even a fleeting thought of how your clothes were ruined enters your mind. You had never had fun that felt like this. So free. Once you both were drenched, JJ leads you to some large rocks and sits down. You join him letting the warm sun dry you.
Letting the silence wash over you for some time, you finally decide to break it. “If you like to be alone here, why did you bring me?” He shrugs. You continue to stare hoping he’ll answer honestly. “I’m not sure, I’ve never brought anyone here. You just… I don’t know. I’ve seen you so many times and you’re perfect. You hang out with the worst kind of people but you just have something about you that they don’t. I can’t explain it but I had hoped I was right. Then, when I saw you leaving I knew it was my only chance to talk to you. And I really needed to get away,” he chuckles although you can tell he was being honest.
“I’m nowhere close to perfect. I promise. And I was so mean to you. How could you still want to talk to me after that?” He turns to face you, “Well, I did just randomly jump in your car. Besides, I’m fully capable of deciding what I like”. Now you start smirking, “Like, huh?” He doesn’t falter even for a second, “Yeah”. Stunned you can’t bring yourself to say anything. His eyes are locked on your lips and you start to squirm under his stare.
He inches closer slowly asking for permission. He leans in and his lips hover over yours before you close the space. At first, he’s gentle but then desire takes over and you both can’t get enough. Pulling away, your breaths are loud as your lungs finally fill with air. Your eyes still on each other before you both break out into wide grins. “Well, this isn’t how I thought today would go”. He laughs, “Me either. But it’s good right?”. You nod, “Actually, it’s kind of perfect”. He leans in for another small kiss before laying back onto the rock letting it warm his body. You lay beside him grabbing his hand as you both enjoy the other’s presence.
“Hey JJ”. He hums a response. “Did you actually steal something from my neighbor, Mrs. Walters?” He reaches in his pocket pulling out a dainty gold bracelet. You both burst into laughter until tears are streaming down your faces. “JJ! You have to give it back,” you demand in between giggles. “Yeah yeah yeah. I’ll give it back when I come see you next”. You smile toward the sky with your eyes shut at peace knowing you’d be seeing him again.
(boy)Friends to Lovers— how do your apprentice and their LI celebrate their love?
I wanted to add some other masc apprentices too!! They’re all really wonderful artists and people and i’m really happy to be able to include them!! ;w;;
Illian belongs to @lazyvoyager Zarco belongs to @apprenticefrombulan Andonis belongs to @idiotwerewolf Tashi belongs to @bastart13 and Kimoni belongs to @emilenn!!
Being akoiromantic, to put it bluntly, sucks.
You could want so desperately to be in love with someone. And, when it seems like the norm to be in a relationship you feel left out. You just can’t bring yourself to find interest in someone romantically. Or even worse, when someone you do like comes along, the second you try to commit yourself all of those romantic feelings disappear.
It’s a constant cycle of wanting but being unable to give.
Asra always knew that Desmond can’t express emotions as freely as he could. But, seeing him cry when he tried to tell Asra how he felt, it just about broke his heart. For the longest time some part of Desmond kept holding him back from expressing his love for Asra. The most he could manage were little gestures: not flinching when Asra held his hand, making sure breakfast was always ready for when he woke up, checking up on Asra when he spends hours dozing, etc. The idea of romance was just too daunting, too much to even consider.
But Asra still loved him. He still loved the was Desmond would try to hide his smiles. He loved when he’d catch Desmond nuzzling into the scarf he gave him. For all his flaws, Asra couldn’t bring himself to love anyone else.
It took some time to understand but eventually they became unofficial partners. Every bit of romance that they could comfortably fit into their relationship they did. And, when it became to much, they took a break to gather their feelings and came back with a clear heart and head.
Just like Asra’s parents taught him, there’s so much more to love than just romance. It’s so deep, so complex that it can’t be summarized into just one meaning. Desmond and Asra might not be able to put it into words either, but they understand that what they have, is just that: Love.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Silent Hill (Video Game Series)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Walter Sullivan/Henry Townshend
Characters: Henry Townshend, Walter Sullivan, Eileen Galvin
Additional Tags: Heavy Angst, Mental Health Issues, Cults, Blood and Gore, Ghosts, lots of tears and crying, Happy Ending, kind of?
Summary:
"It should have been cut and dry. Walter was evil, that much was true. But throughout his travels, Henry had been witness to so many spine chilling accounts of abuse; abuse that was directed at his potential killer, abuse that absolutely no one should have the displeasure of going through. Tales of beatings and torture, of twisted dogmas and brainwashing, of a poor child who only craved the pureness of a mother’s love and would do anything to gain it.
They had taken all of that, and used it to break Walter’s mind, to force him into doing their bidding. While Walter might have been the terror that lurked in the narrow hallways and misty woods, the real monster of this whole ordeal was the cult of Silent Hill."
oooh, hi! i'd love a jealousy blurb with jj as love interest and “ you've been spending an awful amount of time with C lately. “ “ is that a bad thing? “ “ no, not at all, just... an observation. “ - jjbanks
You trudge up the old wooden stairs and swing open the creaky door to the chateau. As you carry yourself through the familiar home, you notice it was unusually quiet for late afternoon.
Just as you observe the stillness, you see a head of blond hair plastered on the side of the couch. Of course JJ is napping you snicker to yourself. His body displayed across the furniture leaving little space for anyone else. You shove his boot covered feet to the side and plop down onto the cushion. The quick motion jolts him from his peaceful sleep.
"Hey!" he shrieks with a tinge of fear from the suddenness. You can't help but giggle at his expense. His hair going every direction and lines visible on his face, the telling of solid sleep.
He recollects himself and slightly sits up to take in the situation. His ring covered hand runs through his hair pushing it from his face. He blinks a few times as if he's trying to make his eyes work again. "What have you been doing?" he questions after noticing your wet hair and clothes sticking to your body.
"I told you I was surfing with Cody today," you roll your eyes irritated that your best friend never listens. He squints and nods his head, "Right... I tend to zone out when you talk about that meat head." You scoff, "He's a family friend be nice." JJ straightens up on the couch a bit more looking somewhat distressed, "You've been spending an awful amount of time with Cody lately, though". Turning your head to the side inquisitively, "Is that a bad thing?" He starts to play with his fingers taking a noticeable amount of time to respond. He slowly looks up and meets your eyes. "No, not at all, just... an observation" he says too softly to believe.
You give a faint smile in return that grows to fill your face. His eyebrows scrunch in shock. "What could you possibly be smiling at right now?" You sneak your finger to his side poking his ticklish spot making him squirm, "You're jealous", you almost sing. His eyes blow up and he tries to force his words out. "I-I am not jealous! I don't get jealous. Especially not of guys like him," he says matter of factly.
"If you're jealous JJ, then you should just say so. I like spending time with you too." You can sense a rebuttal so you slouch to the side until your head hits his shoulder snuggling up next to him. He freezes but then welcomes your warmth. After a long pause of just enjoying the others presence, he finally starts to speak. "I want more..." he trails off in a whisper.
You have been waiting years for him to finally admit it. "Then take it," you reassure him.
hope you like it!! it was a tiny bit longer than a blurb lol. i’m not adding my taglist since its been so long since i’ve written. let me know if you’d like to be tagged in these
i’m assuming you wanted this for jj, if not so sorry!! also i realize it’s not really enemies to loves but it wouldn’t be much of a blurb if i set all that up lol.
You and the rest of the pogues, minus John B and Sarah, sprint through the streets attempting to make a break from the weird guy that just assaulted Pope. Your lungs burning from lack of oxygen. With each step you try to suck in more air. Naively, you toss a glance over your shoulder to see if you’re being followed. As you turn forward, you realize a trash can is right in your path and swerve to miss it. With your gracefulness, you step right on an uneven patch of gravel that causes you to lose balance and fall.
“Ow!” you yelp in pain at your now tender ankle. JJ immediately whips around to your aid, Pope and Kiara not long behind him. “Are you okay y/n?” he rushes to ask. You shake your head, “It hurts really bad”. Pope in between breaths chokes out, “Can you walk on it?” Kiara shoots him a bewildered look, “Seriously? That thing looks broken as hell!”
You interrupt their arguing, “Guys just go before they catch up! I’ll find a place to hide somewhere”. No one even ponders your idea for a moment. JJ seems the most angered by your statement. He never seemed to care before. “Are you crazy? I’m not leaving you!” You try to debate him but he throws his hands in the air sternly, “End of discussion. Pope take y/n’s left I’ll take the right. Kie, you stay ahead of us to scout. Now, let’s move pogues!”
You hobble up onto one leg with their help and limp through the streets. Clinging extra hard to JJ’s side, you’d never felt so protected.
topper + “I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind.”
soft topper yes pls, thank you!!
Staring at your dark ceiling, your thoughts wander to a certain perfect boy as they often do at this time of night. Thoughts of past memories or wishes for future hopes.
An hour or two passes before you hear a clink on your window. You shoot up as it pulls you from your “dreams”. You slide the blanket off you and tip toe towards the window. Just before you look out, you hear another. You swallow some air and force yourself to look. Shockingly, you see the same boy that had been occupying your mind. Popping open the window a tinge of anger runs through you.
“What are you doing? Ever heard of texting? You scared me half to death!” His eyes widen before his expression turns to a smile. He always adored your dramatics. “Sorry, can I come up?” in a hushed tone he yells up toward you. You shake your head before mumbling a “fine” back. He expertly scales the side of your house like he had done a million times before and with skill enters your room.
“Still got it I see,” you joke to lighten the air. He chuckles and sits on your bed joining you. He doesn’t say anything just letting the silence consume you both. You decide to break it, “What are you doing here, Topper?” He winces at the use of his actual name rather than the nickname T you’ve always called him.
“I-I can’t sleep most nights. And the nights I can, I still find myself falling asleep with you on my mind,” he confesses truthfully. You feel your face heat at the idea that he still thinks about you too. He continues, “And I don’t know. I just started walking here on autopilot. I miss you. I’m sorry”. Your eyes travel up his body landing on his eyes for a moment, “I miss you too”.
He immediately perks up and scoots closer to you. Placing both hands on your cheeks he softly speaks. “Do you think we can try again?” You ponder it for a moment thinking of all the ways you could both be hurt all over again, but your heart moves faster than your mind. Soon your nodding intently and meeting him for a slow kiss. Parting lips you confess, “I’ll always want you, T”.
