#//Nobody tell Tequila----

[multiipl]

what’s your role in bed?  

SWEATS NERVOUSLY.

[possum-tooth]

god i feel like shit.

[moonstruckme]

HI MAE so i didnt send the shy remus x reader ask but i saw that u wanted ideas and i had one. what about reader who's very cocky and like confident and stuff and remus is intimidated by her usually but then theyre at a party or smth and shes all drunk and shes all over him telling him stuff like how shes got the biggest crush on him or like how hes genuinely one of the most attractive people shes ever met and shy remus is js like 😳 while also taking care of her bc shes so drunk and simultaneously trying not to combust

Hi my love, thank you so much for your request!

cw: alcohol

shy!Remus x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Really, it should be Sirius’ responsibility to look after you. It is his party, after all. But Sirius has a love for delegating unwanted tasks and also a love for meddling (which Remus theorizes he got at least partly from James). So, naturally, you’re in Remus’ lap. 

“You guys are so nice,” you croon, words strung together like cursive and fingers toying with a loose thread of Remus’ sweater. He’s resigned himself to letting you unravel the whole thing without complaint. “All of you, all your friends are the nicest���the warmest people I ever knew. How’d you do that?” 

Remus smiles down at you. “I think James has always been good at bringing out the best in people.” 

He’s not entirely sure how you came to be lying on your back on the couch, your head on Remus’ thigh and your hands reaching for the dangling thread above you like a cat enjoying some lazy play. If he asked you, Remus doesn’t think you’d know, either. It makes a lovely view for him, your eyes uptilted in his direction and features relaxed and unguarded as a result of the series of tequila shots Sirius had cajoled you into not realizing you’d already had a few drinks. Remus very much enjoys having you this close and being able to look at you so casually, even if your brassy, larger-than-life demeanor often terrifies as much as impresses him. Even if your head on his thigh makes his face feel like a fire hazard. 

“Don’t think he had to work very hard with you. You’re such a sweetheart already.” You say it so simply, an obvious truth, and Remus finds himself staying perfectly still like a rabbit in the woods that thinks it might yet escape your notice. His heartbeat pitters in everywhere from his cheeks to his fingertips. He worries he’s going to have to make a response, but your eyes widen suddenly. “Oh! Sit still.” 

No problems there. Remus moves only his eyes as you sit up from his lap, tucking your feet underneath you and reaching for him with your lip trapped between your teeth in concentration. You touch a fingertip to his cheek and smile victoriously. 

“Got it.” You turn your finger, showing him. “You had an eyelash.” You blow it off your fingertip and onto Sirius’ rug. Remus marvels at the unthinking loveliness of you. “Have I talked to you about your eyes before?” you ask conversationally. 

Remus blinks, ceasing his tracking of the eyelash to look at you. “I don’t think so,” he ventures, though he knows you haven’t. He remembers most exchanges you’ve had, and he definitely would have remembered that. 

“Oh.” Your brows purse softly. “Must’ve been with someone else,” you murmur, almost to yourself. “Anyway, it’s important to me that you know, they’re really beautiful.” 

Remus startles, partly at the compliment but mostly at the touch you lay on his cheek, your fingers cool and gentle, like you’re steadying his face for your perusal. You look into his eyes attentively. 

“They’re brown,” Remus says in a soft voice. 

Your lips tilt like he’s said something funny. “Nobody’s eyes are just brown, Remus. There are so many different kinds.” Your index finger draws a short line across his cheekbone. Remus can’t tell you mean for it to or not. “Yours are sort of like a…like a gradient. They get lighter farther down.” 

Remus decides to study your eyes as you study his, and he sees what you mean. The shadow of your lashes makes your irises look darker at the tops. It’s difficult to tell, though, with your pupils eclipsing so much of them. 

“They’re, like, a warmish brown,” you’re saying, gaze unwavering. “Like the color you want your tea to be. You know, there’s some fact or study or something that says brown eyes make people feel safe. Did you know that?” 

“I didn’t,” Remus says. The weight of your attention is taking its toll on him, his body aching to sink into the couch cushions. He wants to ask if brown eyes have that effect on you, but he doesn’t have the nerve. “Is that so?” he asks instead.

You shrug. “I dunno. Works on me.” 

The breath stalls in Remus’ lungs. You’re looking at him like you haven’t said anything out of the ordinary, expression wide open and somewhat unfocused. 

You yawn, removing your hand from his face to half cover your mouth. It’s an awfully endearing show, and over too fast. “I guess that’s probably why—” You cut yourself off with a hiccup. Your eyes flare like you weren’t expecting it, hand jumping back up in front of your mouth. Remus grins before he can stop himself. 

“Oh.” Your smile is an afterthought, a response to his. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” Remus isn’t even certain what you’re apologizing for. 

Your eyes have that sweet, attentive look again. “I really like when you smile.” 

Remus feels heat spread up to the tips of his ears. It’s official. He’s got more in common with a live flame than a human anymore. “What were you saying?” he prompts. 

You bite your lip as though you’ve forgotten. “Oh!” Your eyes light. “Just, I guess that’s probably why I have such a giant crush on you.” 

Remus’ heart thuds. He breathes, “What?” 

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes, grinning at yourself. “It’s relentless.” Hiccup. “Super embarrassing. But—but you’ve got those eyes, and your freckles, and that sweetheart face…” You shrug again, helpless. Ride out another hiccup. “What am I supposed to do?” 

Remus stares at you. It seems impossible. You have a crush on him? It’s out of the natural order. The world’s gone to chaos. It’s supposed to be the other way around! Remus pines silently after you, you eventually find some big, cocksure bloke who can match you, and Remus continues to pine whilst you go on with your brilliant, dazzling life. That’s the way it’s meant to be. 

“I would…” Remus finds his mouth forming around words he doesn’t recognize until they come out. “I’d know a thing or two about a crush like that.” 

Your lips part, but you don’t look offended. “Well, yeah. I’d hope you knew I fancied you, I’ve only been seeking you out ever since we met.” 

Not what he meant. Remus did not, in fact, know that. 

“I didn’t notice you were,” he admits. 

Your head tilts. “Really?” There’s an obvious follow up question—then what did you mean just now?—but for one reason or another, you don’t ask it. You only lean onto his shoulder, your head slipping a few inches down his arm.

Remus channels all his bravery into an arm around your waist to keep you from slumping further. He vows to himself to tell you tomorrow.

[monzamash]

still tasting you lando norris x you (older piastri sister) rating – 18+ (sex, coarse language) requested by @sublimebarbie for monzamusings ✨

“I’m about to act up if we don’t get out of here soon.”

Lando's voice was hushed and close, barely audible over the loud music but you heard him; you heard the suggestion in his tone - eyes dark when you peered into them, scorching through your soul. 

The room was a blur – bodies everywhere, EDM vibrating through the floor and syphoning up the ceiling, making your head spin. The shots on the way in didn’t help your sense of direction, the tequila tasting bitter on the tip of your tongue as you followed your brother; a chain of McLaren employees all fighting their way through the dense crowd. It was loud, raised voices trying to figure out where we were being dragged. Truthfully, it was almost too much. 

Until you saw him. His navy button down shirt stuck to his tanned skin, black thick-rimmed sunglasses shielding his bloodshot eyes, bright toothy smile reflecting the flashing lights. He was the embodiment of ‘dance like nobody’s watching’ with his arm raised in the air, singing along to a remix of No Diggity. Carefree, giving zero fucks until he saw you. 

To the outside looking in, you two were friendly - he was your younger brother's teammate, after all. But in the shadows, there were unspeakable acts of pleasure occurring that had you both sworn to secrecy. Quick glances, ghosting touches, passionate make out sessions behind motorhomes and late night rendezvous in hotel rooms. It was the whole ‘sneaking around’ cliche and you loved it. 

Especially when he looked at you like that. 

Like you’d hung the stars in the sky, like there was nobody else in the room but you. He was ravenous and completely enamoured; rendered speechless every single time. 

Granted, you looked hot. Intentionally. You craved his undivided attention and you had it in spades. He’d slipped away from the DJ booth as soon as he saw you lining up for a drink - chatting away with his PR manager and pretending like you couldn't feel his searing presence behind you. 

“Hey guys,” Lando cooly greeted, smiling brighter than the sun.

“Hey hun, I'm ordering drinks - what do you want?” Sophie asked, waiting a beat for Lando’s answer and getting nothing in return, “Lando?”

“Huh?” he mumbled, tearing his gaze away from you to his media manager who was still waiting for his drink order, but now with a sly smirk on her face, “Couldn’t hear you over the music.” He tried to play it off and she simply hummed in agreement and turned back to the bartender.

“Smooth,” you whispered playfully, pulling him into a friendly side hug, “Congrats on the win… must feel amazing.” 

Lando nodded and ran his hands through his hair - you'd noticed he always did that when he was nervous. His cheeks would flush, eyes would dart to anywhere but yours and his fingers would find the frayed ends of his gorgeous curls. All tell tale signs that he was into you. 

“Yeah, it does…” he agreed, nodding and chewing the inside of his cheek, “Not as amazing as you look but still pretty good.”

He could turn it on when he wanted to. And it made you blush as your idle hands playfully swatted him away until you spotted your little brother strolling over to the two of you with a smile. 

“Hey mate,” Oscar greeted happily, patting his teammate on the shoulder, “Celebrating?”

“Absolutely,” Lando enthused and held up his vodka soda with a grin, “Is Lily here?”

“Yeah she’s talking to someone. Thought i’d just come over and make sure my sister wasn’t annoying you again,” he winked, knowing that you were the least annoying person he knew. 

So you rolled your eyes and started to walk away, “Rich coming from you, kid.”

Oscar simply laughed, none the wiser to your arrangement with his teammate, “Don’t have too much fun and remember which side of the garage you’re related to, yeah?” “Yeah, yeah.” you brushed him off and slyly grasped Lando’s wrist, dragging him off into the sea of sweaty bodies and debauchery. 

It didn’t take long for his hands to find a place on your swaying hips, entranced by the way they moved to the music reverberating through your chest. It was hot, in more ways than just the temperature rising in the room as capacity hit. Lando’s breath swept across the back of your neck as he leaned in, so close to pressing his lips to the soft spot between your ear and shoulder that gifted him with the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

It took every ounce of will power to save it for the bedroom. 

But he was fighting a losing battle. 

“I’m about to act up if we don’t get out of here soon.”

You couldn't stop the smirk tugging on the corners of your lips as his confession washed over you. So you spun around in his arms and leaned in a little closer than "friendly".

But you didn't care – you needed him.

“Then take me somewhere and do something about it.”

That’s all it took. Five little words had you pressed up against the wall of the lavish bathroom. The lighting was dim, nothing but a single sconce illuminating the copper walls and the gorgeous vanity you were perched upon. It was clumsy, all teeth as you kissed the man holding you up, legs sprawled and mewls slipping from your ruby lips. Tongue tied and breathless, all the things to make a quickie, a quickie. 

“So fucking tight,” Lando grumbled as he pumped two fingers into you, the dampened string of what resembled a pair of panties haphazardly pulled to the side.

“Need to fuck me good then, hey.” It was a taunt fuelled by carnal need and desire - Lando simple nodded and lazily nipped at the skin exposed on your neck. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, baby.”

He was painfully hard, which made unzipping his ridiculously tight trousers even harder than usual. But he managed to do it without missing a beat, fingers still delving into the depths he craved to feel squeezing his aching dick. He’d thought about it all day, even had to have a cold shower because of how fucking obsessed he was with the way you felt around him, clenching like you were now around his thick digits. 

“We’ve gotta be quick so leave everything on,” you whispered with a devilish glint in your hungry eyes, fiddling with his belt buckle.

Lando wasn’t going to protest, in fact he loved the idea of having you like this - fully clothed with only your cute, black lacy panties pulled to the side for him to slide into. He couldn’t wait any longer. His trousers and pants were hastily shoved down just enough to free him, the slick coat of excitement cooled by the air and sending a chill down his spine. Until he removed his fingers and ran himself through your folds, eliciting the sound of an angel, heaven sent.

“We good?” he asked sweetly and you nodded with pleading eyes, sealing a layer of consent before nudging his tip into you. 

A chorus of moans harmonised between the two of you, pleasantly satisfied by the intimacy as he shuffled forward with a gentle huff. It felt too good to have him inside you, filling you up with a delicious fullness you constantly craved from him. It’s all you needed after a long day of yearning and discreetly glancing across the garages - all you could think about was this moment, where it was just you and him; so outrageously turned on that you couldn’t wait to get back to his hotel. Desperately devoted.

“Feels unbelievable, baby,” you praised in a breathy moan, head tilted back against the already steamed up mirror hanging behind you.

“Having you like this is a fucking dream,” Lando practically growled as he pulled down the top of your dress and kissed the tops of your breasts, “So beautiful.” 

Everything felt heightened as you relaxed against the vanity, fully trusting his tight grip and letting go of all inhibitions. That’s how you felt with Lando - walls down and no longer scared to feel it all with someone. And god, it felt good to purge all the pent up lust and aching to have him like this, panting and whispering filth into your ear; every word and jut surmounting to the knot in your stomach snapping to ribbons all at once. Your rushed words pathetically coming out in a whine.

“Lan… Baby I’m gonna- fuck, I’m so close.” 

“Shhh, I got you darling, come ‘f me…” he sweetly whispered, easing you over the edge as his fingers caressed the bundle of nerves between your thighs like precious cargo. 

You chanted his name over and over and over again, fingernails clutching his clothed back for leverage as you convulsed in pleasure, shockwaves hitting every nerve in your body as he spilled into you with an exasperated groan. He was beautiful, all flushed and fucked out as he pressed his forehead to yours, weary eyes locked in once again. 

“Some of our best yet, I reckon,” Lando whispered, his smirking lips ghosting yours. 

You chuckled and gave him a quick kiss as you slid down off the vanity, readjusting your panties to their usual position. There was a short beat before you glanced back up at him with a smile, fingertips instinctively tracing the angles of his sharp jaw. 

“Oh, we’re just getting started, baby.” 

a/n – something a bit different! i've always wanted to explore a lando x older piastri sister because well, this fic series exists and older reader stories just hit harder and are a lot easier for me to write. so let me know what you think!

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[asapeveryday]

nika smut pleasee

Make a Wish

Pairing: Nika Mühl x Reader

Warnings: smut (thigh riding), alcohol

Summary: After a good game the team is ready to celebrate with a fun night out…you and Nika have a different kind of fun afterwards

A/n: I’m not gonna lie this lowk sucks 😣 forgive me. I’ll get better at writing for her I promise.

The drink burns your throat on its way down, but the warmth it brings to your body makes it worth it.

Fingers tingling, mind racing and body moving. The music was loud and the place was bustling. The girls usually kept it lowkey, but this win was so big it deserved something more, so when you suggested clubbing nobody objected.

Being Nika’s girlfriend meant you were automatically invited to these things. You felt awkward at first, seeing as you two were a fairly new couple and this was a team celebration, but she never failed to reassure you.

“You’re my girlfriend…there’s no way I’m going to a club without you.” She said with a smile. Who were you to argue?

Seeing her like this was something else. The lights were flashing, her hair was swaying against her moving body, her eyes closed and enjoying the music. You needed to be closer to her.

Dancing with Nika was something out of a dream. She was upbeat, singing along to songs, pouring shots into your mouth and spinning you around. It was all fun until you took it upon yourself to really dance. Slowly moving, pressing your backside against her front and tilting your head so her own could fit above your shoulder.

The look in her eye immediately changes. You’d never had a situation like this before. That point in the relationship hadn’t been met yet, so being pressed against her like this, your ass basically grinding into her? It was nerve-wracking, and turning you on to no end.

When her hands find your waist you can’t help but smile. You can feel her breathing on your neck and it sends goosebumps down your spine. Her eyes are burning holes into yours as you grind together to the music.

The moment is interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. A very amused KK whispers something in Nika’s ear, and she parts from you. “Paige just puked everywhere, so we have to head home.” She yells over the music. You’re disappointed, but there’s nothing you can do. The three of you join the others outside. You, Nika and KK call an Uber as you were all a little too tipsy to drive.

The quiet inside of the car is is shocking in comparison to the pounding noise of the club you’d just been in, you and Nika were squeezed in the back together while KK was in the front. Your knee was bumping into Nika’s, and although it was nothing to think twice about, your skin was tingling. Perhaps it was the tequila, or the memory of her calloused hands strong on your hips.

You almost choke on your breathing when she reaches out a hand to wipe your cheek. After shooting her an inquisitive look she says “There’s an eyelash on your face.”

On her finger there is in fact an eyelash, and she holds her hand in front of your mouth with a smirk. “Blow, make a wish.”

Nika’s eyes are stuck to you like honey, when you blow on her finger and hold her stare you don’t miss how her vision darts to your lips.

Lowering her hand casually to grip your thigh, she whispers “I played pretty good today, didn’t I?”

“So good.” You mumble, nervous at the change in atmosphere. She’d never touched you like this, possessively, and her usual cute and almost awkward voice had turned quiet and serious.

“I don’t think I can stay at my dorm tonight.” She murmurs into your ear. It’s less of a statement and more of a suggestion, one that you’re willing to take.

“Stay with me.” You look up at her. “That’ll make one wish fulfilled.”

You can tell that if it weren’t for KK and the Uber Diver in the front, Nika would’ve kissed you by now. Her hazel eyes keep darting to the mirror upfront, KK is on the verge of passing out and the driver is pretending not to notice anything. You and Nika share an understanding look between each other, one that says “just a little longer”

-

The lights are still off in your apartment when the two of you tumble inside, and you slam the wall multiple times before you actually hit the switch. Nika’s lips are too distracting, and she’s been dying to taste you all night.

Being flush against the wall, one hand is beside your head and the other on your face as her mouth clashes with yours. It’s urgent and fiery from your combined drunkness and Nika’s confidence from the earlier victory. You can feel yourself get wetter by the minute.

Her leg is positioned between yours, and her lips are trailing from your face to your neck. She sucks and licks at the sensitive skin, smiling at your breathy moans. You can’t help but lightly grind against her leg in hopes for any type of pressure.

At that, you’re moving around the apartment again, tangled in one another as you crash into things before finally landing on the couch. You scramble to sit on top of her, straddling one of her almost bare thighs as your lips connect again. One hand grips your ass and the other gropes your breasts, pinching at your nipples which causes you to gasp.

Your core is pulsing and she can feel it on her skin. Suddenly both her hands find your hips again, and she slowly manipulates you to grind onto her.

You pull away from the kiss to look at her, hair wild and makeup smudged. You don’t care how you look, you just want her to see how she’s ruining you, puppeteering your movements as you make a mess on her thigh. Her tongue occasionally wets her lips, muttering in Croatian and whispering praises.

When Nika starts to flex her leg muscles you feel the knot building gradually. You’ve fully soaked through your underwear now, and the skirt you wore to the club was riding up to no amend. Your breathy moans turned to louder ones with her help.

“C’mon baby, keep going.” She sweetly murmurs, your forehead pressed against hers, her eyes glued to your body grinding against her skin.

You’re tired but determined to chase your high. Nika had preformed for you all day so you were happy to put on a show for her, rocking your hips to achieve that heavenly friction as she slapped your ass and kissed you sloppily.

When you cum it sends shivers down your spine, the deep knot inside your stomach unraveling. You can’t help but slump over her, sticky, hungover and exhausted.

“So good.” You mumble against her neck.

Nika traces on your back and places a soft kiss on your cheek before saying “You looked so sexy.”

You lift your head to meet her eyes, her expression is tired but satisfied. You can’t help but laugh as as you swipe her cheek with your finger and show her the stray eyelash you’d captured.

Holding your hand to her lips, you smile.

“Blow, make a wish.”

[roanniom]

Sting

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, slapping/spanking (consensual), PIV/unprotected sex, major switch energy from both parties here, dirty talk and light degradation

You know that thing at some wild bars where you can pay to take a shot and then get slapped by a hot bartender and then splashed with a cup of water?

Eddie Munson is the guy who rushes to the bar and slams a crumpled stack of bills down, a massive smile on his face as he hollers and asks for the “special.” When you climb onto the bar with the shot he steps between your thighs with a massive smirk. He’s been flirting with you for weeks outside of the bar and you’re more than happy for him to finally crowd your personal space (when he found out you do this at your part time job he’d insisted he was visiting that very night). The minute he shoots back the gulp of tequila, you rear back, wind up, and let loose a massive slap, cracking him right against his left cheek. He reels to the right with the force of the impact, but before he can recover, you empty the contents of a plastic cup of water across his stunned face.

Eddie’s soaked features expand into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. He stares at you, a little dazed, heavy hands dropping to your thighs and fingers digging into your flesh bruisingly. You grin right back, leaning in with a hand on his neck so you can whisper.

“Looked like you liked that,” you tease. It’s a relatively empty bar. Pretty much an off night. So nobody hears when Eddie puts a hand on your neck and pulls you so he can whisper in your ear.

“I’m so fucking hard right now, it’s insane.”

You laugh at that, covering your face with your hands. The whole point of the gimmick is to play into guys’ fantasies - grown men had uttered wet, stuttering proposals to you before - but there’s something different here with Eddie. You’d been tiptoeing around your chemistry with one another ever since Robin had invited you to that party at Steve Harrington’s house. The heat between you was just waiting to finally ignite.

“Masochist,” you throw at him.

“Sadist,” he counters pointedly. His hand rubs into the softness of your inner thigh, moving dangerously close to your center. Especially for this being your place of work. Luckily there’s only a few drunks left in the both by the front door, so they can’t see.

“Who, me?” you play along.

Eddie’s finger dips under the hem of your cutoff shorts.

“You’re telling me you didn’t just get off on slapping me?”

“Well I know you got off on being slapped, so…” you trail off, winding your arms around his neck and interlocking your fingers over his nape. Eddie scoffs.

“Well obviously. Hence the whole me being ‘so fucking hard right now’ part.” His thumb glides a cheeky line down the center seem of your shorts. Right over your slit. “I’m not the one playing coy here, baby doll.”

“The bar is closed!” you call out abruptly. Startled by your sudden change in volume Eddie steps back from you, giving you space to hop down from the bar. You clap your hands to get the dull attention from the single occupied booth.

“You don’t have to go home but you can’t stay here!”

Eddie chuckles behind you, resting his forehead against the smooth mahogany of the bar to keep from beaming his smugness throughout the rest of the establishment.

“But it’s not even—,” one of your regulars winds up to argue but you go over to the door and flip the sign, slapping the ‘closed’ sign against the glass.

“Stuart if you don’t get your ass out this minute I swear to god.”

~*~

With the bar empty of patrons, the only sounds left are the moans and heavy grunts issuing from you and Eddie respectively as he fucks you on the couch in the manager’s office. The one perk of having the shittiest closing shift with the worst manager is that you’re left to lock up and therefore are free to defile his furniture in piece.

Eddie’s got you on your hands and knees, ass on the air as he pummels into you with unforgiving thrusts.

“Holy fuck you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His hands are heavy on your hips, moving every few seconds to squeeze the dip of your waist or grope the round of your ass.

“Back at ya, pretty boy,” you manage to respond breathlessly.

“You’re teasing me, but I mean it. Your fucking attitude. This fuuuuhcking body. Shit.” He seems beside himself, overwhelmed with need even though he is literally in the middle of fucking you. In a moment of extreme stimulation he lands a sharp spank to your ass, mesmerized by the way it jiggles with the force.

“Eddie!” you cry out, though there’s a laugh in your tone.

“You liked that?” he asks gruffly. When you nod and moan, he spanks you again, this time on the other cheek. “Of course you do. You were ripped from my wettest fantasies, you’d have to love getting spanked.”

“Mmmm not as much as you loved getting slapped,” you tease, mouth half open against the ratty fabric of the couch, seconds from drooling over how great he’s making you feel.

Suddenly your world gets upended as Eddie rips you up from the couch, shifting and hoisting so that he is now sitting up against the back of the couch with you straddling his lap. You’re dazed by the change in position and you grab at him weakly to maintain your balance.

Eddie gazes back at you with a drunken grin on his face.

“Do it.”

“Wha–ahh…” You are distracted by him lowering you back down on his cock. This angle comes with gravity on your part, and sinking down on him means that you feel him deeper than before. Deeper than you’ve ever felt a lover before.

“Eyes on me, baby doll,” Eddie coos, placing one big hand on your neck. You’re suddenly pretty out of it. So Eddie gives you some time to adjust to the new fullness you’re experiencing, placing light kisses over your cheeks, jaw, and neck. When you begin trying to roll your hips, Eddie drops his hands heavy on your waist to stop you.

“Slap me.”

Your eyes go wide, and clarity seeps into your system.

“Yeah?” you ask. A grin tugs at the corner of your mouth. Eddie nods emphatically.

“Yeah. C’mon. Hit me.”

You lift your hand up and place it lightly on his cheek.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it outside of the ‘special’ before,” you giggle. Eddie smiles at your hesitation but slaps lightly at your ass.

“C’mon. Do your worst, baby doll. I can take it.”

You take a deep breath before pulling your arm back and delivering a solid slap to his left cheek. Eddie lets out a massive moan, matched only the way his cock twitches inside you - hard.

You bring your hand back to his cheek to sooth over the pink spot forming where you struck him.

“Feels good, pretty boy?”

“Oh yeah,” he says gruffly, having the presence of mind to at least look a little sheepish.

“I could tell,” you laugh, rolling your hips against his. This time he doesn’t stop you, and you’re able to see park yourself up to a vigorous bounce. Your ass smacks against his thighs as you ride him, and eventually Eddie devolves into filthier and filthier dirty talk as he slowly loses his mind.

“Fuck. Closing the bar to get fucked in the back. So bad, baby doll. Such a bad girl.” He sucks at the swell of your breasts as you laugh. “Why are you laughing? Having fun being a little slut, huh? Of course you are.”

“Sooo much fun, Eddie,” you whine. You’ve been on the precipice of an orgasm for the past five minutes, and his words are working overtime to get you over the line. “Oh fuck, there. Right there!”

Eddie begins bucking his hips rapidly, taking over fucking up into you, all while continuing to prod at the same spot deep inside of you.

You cum in an eruption of moans and shakes, writhing in Eddie’s lap while he continues lifting you up and down his cock, fucking you through the sensation. Stars cloud your vision and it takes a while for you to get enough deep breaths into you to get your bearings again.

When you do, Eddie is still rutting up into you, somehow more desperate than before. A cute pinch in his features that has you aching for him, an aftershock quaking through your pussy.

“Look so…fuck….so pretty when you cum, baby doll,” he does his best to rasp. You ground your hands on his shoulders and continue to ride him. Letting him use you to hurtle towards his own end. You feel like you want it for him more than you even wanted your own.

“You’re so pretty, Eddie,” you hum, voice raw. Your hand slides up his sweaty neck to rest over his flushed cheek. “My pretty boy.”

“Mmmm yours,” he slurs, gazing up at you with eyes. A thrill of possession runs through you. No you haven’t known him long, but there’s something electric about the push and pull you have with Eddie. It’s hot and heavy and sick and sweet and you can’t help but feel a need to own him, as he seems to own you.

“You’re mine?” you ask, though he’s the one who just instigated that concept fully.

He nods, but his eyes slide closed as you bring him even closer to the edge. You slap lightly on his cheek for attention and he moans, eyelids rocketing up.

“Harder.”

You do as he says, slapping him on the other cheek this time. It is harder but Eddie grunts as he picks up the pace, fucking up into you.

“Harder.”

You slap him again, and he blinks before groaning, his hips beginning to stutter and lose their steady rhythm.

“Fuck me, harder! Please!”

The begging breaks you.

You slap him, hard, and then lurch forward to swallow his gasp as his jaw drops and eyes roll back. You kiss him while he stiffens in your arms, his hot spend spurting into you. Your hands close over his cheeks to cradle him to you, cooing against his lips and working him through his pleasure with steady, shallow rolls of your hips.

“That’s it, pretty boy. Came so good for me,” you whisper, open mouthed kisses raining down on his cheeks as you hold him.

After several minutes of shuddering breaths, Eddie let’s put a hoarse laugh.

“Fucking Christ. What was that?”

You laugh along with him, lifting his chin to look into his hazy eyes.

“That was you cumming your brains out to me slapping the shit out of you.”

“You’re a poet,” Eddie snorts. His hand traces lazy shapes into the bare expanse of your lower back.

“Oh I’m sorry is there a classy way of describing what just happened?” you counter with humor. Eddie shrugs.

“I found ecstasy on the knife’s edge of pleasure and pain with my woman in my arms.”

You dissolve into a fit of laughter than he can only suppress by dragging you against him in a hug and muffling your face against his chest.

After the struggle dissipates, you slump boneless in his arms, content to be held. You press a kiss to his chest.

“Your woman?” You quote back to him. Eddie huffs.

“Well I’d hope this ownership thing is a two way street if I’m gonna be yours, baby doll.”

For a second you don’t answer and his blood runs cold, worrying he may have been presumptuous, taking what you said in a moment of passion at face value. But then you’re looking up at him with a dazzling smile.

“You’re gonna regret this, Munson. I bet a collar would look really pretty on you.” You reach up and trace a finger around the circumference of his neck, watching the muscles and tendons work as he swallows, the skin there flushing a beautiful red.

You don’t get a chance to do anything else before you’re flipped again, suddenly on your back. You hiss at the sudden extraction of Eddie’s cock, but the hiss becomes a gasp when it’s slapped down on-top of your clit, suddenly hard and swollen again.

Eddie’s hand comes down to wrap lightly around your throat and your eyes light up, a big smile on your face.

The man above you stares down at you.

“Was thinking the same about you, baby doll.”

When he slaps your ass it stings.

Good.

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[lovelytsunoda]

gonna have a good time tonight // lance stroll

part of the welcome to wherever you are verse

summary: it’s time for lance and y/n’s annual canada day party. as an australian, y/n never really got the hype, but any excuse to get her old men in a room with lances old men was bound to create chaos

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence! reader

authors note: just in case anybody missed it, I added to the masterlist with a masterpost of some links to learn more about the real life lore behind the series

y/n.hutchence just posted to her private story!

y/n.hutchence just posted!

lake muskoka, ontario, canada

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y.nhutchence boys will be like ‘I know a place’ and then whisk you away to their cabin the woods

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yourbestie yeah but he gets a pass because HAVE YOU SEEN THE CABIN? i love your sugar husband. tell him thank you for the awesome weekend!

-> y.n/hutchence sugar husband?

-> yourbestie sugar daddy just sounded wrong

lancestroll ❤️

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garrygarybeers for all the shit you talked about kirk's tacky shirt collection when you were growing up, you married someone with a collection much much worse

-> y.n/hutchence garry no collection is as bad as kirks

chloestroll gotta live it up before the old men get here!

-> timfarriss the next person to call me old is getting drop kicked to new zealand

-> fernandoalonso agreed. i'll help

kirkpengilly the real question is who won at poker? i taught you both so well

-> aprilrosepengilly neither. we were practicing to beat you

-> y.n/hutchence with both of us together, we should be unstoppable

-> kirkpengilly why is everybody ganging up on me today?

lailahasanovic thanks for the invitation! i'm having such a great time with you guys

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lancestroll why is it that y'all are making fun of our margaritaville performance but fernando and paul are getting no flack at all for ruining the human league?

y/n.hutchence because fernando and my stepdad can actually hold a tune? oh and the fact that paul was SOBER

y/n.hutchence do you want me to bring you a hangover cure smoothie?

lancestroll ...yes please

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lake muskoka, ontario, canada

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lancestroll great weekend, greater people

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y.n/hutchence cinnamon rolls on the campfire was the best idea i've ever had

-> lancestroll the strangest, but one of the best

garrygarybeers notice how the old folk haven't been tagged in the campfire picture?

-> lancestroll its because you made fun of my tacky shirt collection

user jfc how big is this lake house?

user don't be shy, leak the karaoke video

-> scottyjames there are half a dozen old men who would be very cross with me if i did that . . . so no

aprilrosepengilly i'm going to miss that view so much

-> y/n.hutchence agreed

mickschumacher killer weekend bro. same time next year?

-> lancestroll of course!!

user the way she holds him in the boat.. they're so in love nobody speak to me

-> fernandoalonso trust me theyre worse in person

-> user KING NANDO REPLIED

jonfarriss we’ll always have margaritaville

-> andrewfarriss that’s no joke mate, my head is still killing me

-> lancestroll ditto. I’m still washing the smell of tequila out of my clothes

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[little-diable]

Jessie - Dean Winchester (smut)

Another song fic, are we surprised? No, we aren’t. We really aren’t. Inspired by the song “Jessie” by Joshua Kadison. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader is missing Dean too much, so she tells him all about the places she wants to visit with him – mere dreams Dean is set on turning real.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, car sex, very fluffy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.6k words)

“Hello?” Dean’s raspy voice echoed through the motel room, eyes flickering to the alarm clock placed on the old nightstand, reading 5:01 am. With a sigh leaving him, he plopped back down on the bed, waiting for her to start talking, not yet fully awake just yet. 

“Dean? Hi, uhm, It’s me.” His heart skipped a beat at the sound of (y/n)’s voice, unable to stop his smile from spreading. With his tongue kissing his teeth he allowed himself to relax even further into the mattress, happy to hear the voice of the woman he had been in love with for years. “Did I wake you? I probably did, huh?”

“It’s alright, sweetheart. What’s going on? Nightmares again?” A hum left her, he could hear (y/n) shuffling around, probably trying to get comfortable on her mattress – the mattress he hadn’t been laying on for weeks, missing her more than words would ever be able to describe. “Talk to me, what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about a trailer by the sea, we could go to Mexico. We'll drink tequila and look for seashells. Doesn’t that sound sweet?” Dean’s heart couldn’t help but ache at the words rolling off her tongue, a quiet confession he longed for just as much as she did, desperate to grab her and a few boxes filled with clothes, set on moving away from the life Dean was fully stuck in. 

“That does sound sweet indeed. You can always sell your dreams to me, you know that, darling.” For a few seconds neither of them spoke up, cherishing the quiet this night offered to them, minds taking them to the places they could only dream of, wondering if they’d ever be fortunate enough to spend their upcoming years together, somewhere new, somewhere where nobody knew either one of them. “I’ll try to drive down next week, we should be done here soon.”

“Don’t feel pressured, we both know you and Sammy are the only ones who can save this world.” Dean’s raspy chuckles clawed through him, fingers rubbing his tired eyes. Before either one of them could speak up once again, the door of the motel room was pushed open, exposing a sweaty Sam, returning from his morning run. And with a low “I love you, sweetheart” Dean ended the call, not sparing the teasing smirk his brother wore any of his attention. 

……

She woke with a gasp, eyes finding an all too familiar pair of green ones. Dean’s cold hands were settled on her waist, waking her from her nap. With a gasp rumbling through (y/n), she pulled him down, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, murmuring his name as if she was trying to convince herself that he was actually there with her.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” Dean murmured his words against her neck, fingers teasing her skin, trying to pull her even closer, not daring to let her go just yet. Oh how he had missed being with her, how he had missed the four walls she called her own, allowing Dean to find his way back to her whenever he could squeeze in a few calmer days. 

“God, I missed you too, so much. How are you? Any scratches I should take care of?” One of her hands began to stroke its way down his spine, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch. Her touch had something awfully familiar to it, and yet Dean still struggled to accept that she was his, his only. 

„No, I am okay. Come, I want to take you somewhere.“ Dean rose from the bed once again, hand stretched out for her to take. She looked up at him for a few moments, confusion swimming in her pupils till she finally gave in, allowing Dean to pull her in for another tight hug. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course I do.” Her giggles were swallowed by the kiss Dean pressed to her lips, hands placed on her waist, keeping her close. For a few seconds they allowed themselves to get lost in the kiss, communicating the emotions their bodies have been taken up by for the past days, their every longing, the pain of missing one another too damn much.  

“Let’s go, I don’t want to be late.”

……

Hours later (y/n) found herself sitting in Baby’s comfortable seat, hand placed on Dean’s thigh, eyes focused on the rising sun. For the past hours Dean had driven them closer and closer to this very place, the beach (y/n) had been longing for. It had taken her a while to understand where he was taking her, and yet she still couldn’t believe that this was real, that he had actually taken her longings to heart.

“I love you, Dean.” A few tears welled up in her eyes, a sight that left Dean grinning, pulling her in for a slow kiss. She didn’t interrupt the sweet gesture, not as she rose from her seat, not as she allowed Dean to pull her into his lap. It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow rather heated, tongues meeting, teeth clashing, hands tugging. 

The fire his mere touch managed to alight inside of her even managed to distract (y/n) from the beautiful sunrise, back turned towards the shore. Her hands found the hemline of his shirt, tugging on the worn out fabric in a desperate attempt to free Dean from the layers of clothing keeping them separated.

“Backseat, I want you to be comfortable.” Dean’s murmurs rumbled through Baby, begging (y/n) to let go for just a few moments, wordlessly crawling back with Dean following moments later. She watched him pull his shirt over his head, exposing the skin she had been longing for, greedily moving her hands up and down his chest. “My pretty girl, fuck, how I missed you. One day it’ll be just us two, I'll love you in the sunshine, lay you down in the warm, white sand, and who knows maybe this time, things will turn out just the way you planned.” 

With a smile thrown his way, (y/n) couldn’t help but marvel at her boyfriend, the handsome man her heart had always been aching for. Only the hurried movements of Dean’s fingers managed to rip her out of her thoughts, freeing her from her jeans, with her panties soon following. He longed to fully undress her, and yet it wasn’t a risk he was willing to take, not when somebody could walk past the car any moment. She was his to admire, his to love, certainly not somebody he’d ever willingly share.

“Dean,” she whimpered his name, needing to feel him buried deep inside of her, not caring about any teasing, any foreplay that would keep him away from her any longer. Her body was aching for his touch, folds covered with her arousal, a sight that left his cock twitching – he could cum right there and then, Dean was sure of it. Within a few moments he had freed his cock, hand wrapped around him as he brushed the tip through her folds, lubing himself with her arousal. 

Their eyes connected as Dean pushed into her, slowly, taking a few moments to adjust to the sensation that left both moaning in unison. For a second neither of them dared to move, relishing in the familiar closeness, the beautiful feeling they were desperate for whenever they were away from one another. Only as (y/n) choked on his name, fingernails clawing at his neck, did Dean dare to move, quickly building a fast pace. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, feels heavily, fucking heavily.” His praises rumbled through Baby, echoing off the four sides that felt like home to the two of them. (Y/n) couldn’t reply, at least not verbally, could only moan and whimper whenever he hit her swollen spot. Dean’s eyes were focused on her pleasure-drunken features, the eyes that had rolled back into her head, the teeth that were drawing blood from her lower lip, a sight so beautiful Dean could only hope he’d eventually take this memory to the grave. 

Their bodies met over and over again, hands searching one another’s closeness, limbs trembling, very well aware of their way too quickly arising highs. Dean was set on fucking her into oblivion, set on making her forget her own name, just for the sweetest high they were oh so close to. Her walls fluttered around him, begging him to finally push her over the edge as one of her hands found her heat, rubbing her pulsing bundle of nerves.

(Y/n) called out his name as she came, head pushed off the seat to find his lips, swallowing the deep groans rumbling through Dean. He fucked her through her high, prolonging her orgasm as he chased his own, only letting go of her seconds before he came. With a deep exhale Dean came on her lower stomach, painting her skin white – a moment she had been dreaming of for nights on end, a moment that felt more intimate than any others. 

“I love you, so fucking much, Dean Winchester.” With a laugh clawing through Dean, he kissed her one last time before he reached for a tissue, carefully cleaning up. He murmured the loving three words right back at her, eyes finding their way to the red painted ocean and the burning sky. 

[bitchwitch1981]

It's written in the Cards

@whatsnewalycat 'tis I, your Secret Santa. I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you @sp00kymulderr for organising everything. Thank you to the @dieterbravobrainrotclub for always being amazing.

Thank you @jessthebaker for holding my hand 😆😘

Summary: Dieter asks you for a tarot reading.

Pure fluff

Dieter comes with his own warnings

Word count: 2522

“Who the hell has a tarot reader at a Christmas party?” you grumbled without any real fire, “Halloween party, yeah. New Year's Eve party, why not? But Christmas?” You shuffled around the fortune-telling tent that had been set up out back of Oscar-winning actor Dieter Bravo’s Sherman Oaks home, placing a cloth on the table and moving the chairs into position.

“And he needn't think I'll be wearing this either. No job is worth pneumonia.” You muttered, picking up the barely there, lacy goth costume that had been provided by the party's host, “There's more fabric in my left sock.”

A flustered-looking woman popped her head through the tent opening, phone in one hand and a clipboard in the other. “Hi, I'm Mr Bravo's assistant. How's everything going in here? Do you need anything?”

“I'm good, thanks.” You continued to move around the tent setting things how you wanted them. “Oh, please let your boss know I will not be wearing the costume he provided. I hope that won't be a problem?”

“Costume? I don't know about any costume. Wait, let me see it?” She asked, looking confused.

You picked up the scrap of fabric and handed it over to her, barely containing your giggle as she cursed under her breath.

“I already told him not to put this out. Don't worry, it's not a problem at all.” She placed the garment over her arm preparing to walk away. “If you need anything at all this evening, please let me know.” She turned to leave, then paused, glancing back at you, “Please don't read for Mr Bravo tonight. There's a lot of drugs and alcohol around, and both can make him take things a bit literally. We really don't need a repeat of the time that guy told him he would be a great stripper. He shaved his entire body and doused himself in baby oil. It was like trying to catch a greased seal!”

She shuddered at the memory and walked away, calling to various staff members to do things as she went. Leaving you with a mental image that nobody should have.

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The evening went pretty much as you expected. The cream of Tinseltown scattered around the property, getting drunk, getting high, and from the sounds emitting from various windows, getting laid.

You had been doing readings all evening. Churning out multiple variations of “Your next project will be your best yet” and “You will be more popular than ever in the coming year.” No one wanted a real reading, too intent on having a good time and taking advantage of all the illicit substances on offer. You had indulged in a little tequila yourself and were feeling a bit squiffy. You decided to start packing your things away when you heard a voice from the tent entrance.

“Have you got time for one last reading?”

You turned to find the party host, Dieter Bravo, standing before you looking dishevelled in a stretched out t-shirt, pyjama pants and a green bathrobe that looked as if it had seen better days, his hands and shirt covered in what looked like paint. It was dark outside, but he was still wearing sunglasses.

“Erm, I don't know. I was told that I shouldn't read for you. Your assistant explicitly told me not to.” you explained as you continued to move around the tent. “Besides, what could you possibly have to ask the cards? You're rich and famous. You have all the awards, and you can have anyone in your bed with a snap of your fingers. You have it all, what more could you want?”

“Yeah, my life's perfect,” he scoffed. “I have everything. Except real friends, fulfilment, love, artistic inspiration.” he peered at you over his sunglasses. You were surprised by the honesty and the look of genuine sadness in his eyes.

You thought for a moment, mentally scolding yourself for weakening at the sight of a man pouting like a child who's been denied a bowl of ice cream. “I guess a quick 3 card reading couldn't do any real harm” you sighed, pulling your Cozy Witch deck out of your bag where you had just stashed it.

Shuffling the cards thoroughly, you fanned them out on the table, gesturing for him to take the seat opposite you, “have your question firmly in your mind, and choose three cards and place them left to right” you instructed.

He contemplated the cards, as if willing the answers to show themselves to him through divine intervention. He held his hands above the cards and ran them back and forth, almost picking out cards and then changing his mind in favour of others. He made his final choices, laying them out in order, gazing at you with big, soulful, pleading brown eyes.

“So, do they say what I should do?”

Turning the cards over, you try to put the representations into a meaningful narrative that could, hopefully, bring him some comfort and maybe a little insight.

“We start with The Patient Witch, which corresponds to The Hanged Man in a traditional deck” You explain.

Dieter’s hands fly to his neck, “hanged?” he whispers, looking spooked.

“It doesn't mean that you will be hanged, sweetheart”, you say soothingly, remembering what his assistant had said about him taking things literally when he's drunk and stoned. “It means you're feeling trapped, confined. Ironically, it shows you are looking for direction.”

The actor chuckled at that. “Like I don't get enough of that. What else does it mean?”

“It means that in order to move forward, you need to get comfortable with being still. Whether that be physically or mentally. I'm sure you have big goals for yourself, but you need to accept that they may not happen, or maybe they won't happen in the way that you want them to. It could be that something better is waiting for the right time to come to you.” you tell him, turning to the next card.

“OK, next is the Ace of Swords,” you announced as you studied the image.

“Swords?” says Dieter warily, “Swords are pointy and sharp. Swords are bad right?”

You shake your head, “No suit or card is necessarily bad, although there can be potentially negative meanings to cards. The suit of Swords relates to the mind and thinking.” You share, losing yourself in the cards and their imagery. “The Ace has to do with ideas. You've got lots of them running around that pretty head of yours, dontcha?”

You paused, realising what you had just said thanks to the tequila you had enjoyed earlier and cautiously peered at the actor, hoping you hadn't crossed the line.

He was smiling at you coquettishly. “So, you think I'm pretty do you?” he teased with a cheeky glint in his eye, “hey, do you wanna have sex with me?”

Blushing, you looked down at the table, “that's not written in the cards for tonight.”

He threw his head back and laughed. Real laughter, not the forced sound you had heard from him so many times in interviews on TV and YouTube. “I like you, you're funny.” he chuckled.

You realised that he probably didn't get turned down very often, but he took it with a grace that you hadn't expected and you found yourself liking him more for it.

“OK, now for the final card, the Two of Wands.” You pointed at the card. “This is a card of choices. Different paths you can go down, and options to take. We aren't meant to know what the future holds for us, because then we would just sit and wait for it to happen without putting in any effort. But we can create through our actions. And different decisions will lead to different outcomes.”

Dieter peered at the cards as if hoping they would offer more insight or maybe some step-by-step instructions. “Is that it?

“Well, let's put it all together shall we?” you replied.

“The way I see it, to stop feeling confined and directionless, you need to put your ideas and creativity to work to build the future that you want. It won't be easy, but you'll appreciate it more for the effort that you put into it.” you offer. You glance up at him only to find him hanging on your every word.

He took a deep breath and removed his glasses to look at you fully for the first time. “Creativity and effort, huh?” he questioned, “and that will get me where I need to be?”

“It seems that it would help to get you onto the right path.” You gazed at the cards again, hoping that you hadn't made a fool of yourself by reading under the influence. You packed the cards away again while he sat and contemplated your words.

“Can I show you something?” he asked shyly, causing you to look up from your bag. You nodded as he stood up and took your hand. “Come with me.”

You walked towards the house but didn't enter it. Dieter directed you to what you assumed was the pool house. He opened the door and ushered you inside. He followed you in and turned on the lights as he closed the door.

There were paintings everywhere. Some were copies of famous works, others were original pieces. There were bold colourful canvases, and there were works that were dark and had a melancholy to them. In the centre of the room stood an easel with a large blank canvas on it. You turned to find Dieter looking nervously at you.

“Dieter, did you do all of these?” you asked, unable to take everything in. “They're amazing. You're truly talented.”

“Could this be the creativity that gets me the future I want?” he queried, seeming slightly unsure of himself. “Would I need to give up acting to pursue this?”

You were hit with an overwhelming need to comfort the man standing before you, his vulnerability on full display. You moved closer to him and placed your hand on his arm. “Do you want to give it up?”

You could see he was thinking things through. “I don't want to give it up, but I think I need to be more selective with the roles I take. No more big-budget franchises. No more dinosaurs.”

You had seen Beasts of the Bubble when it came out. You had also read about the fallout from his divorce from Anika when she left him to be part of a throuple with her yoga instructor and his girlfriend. Dieter had been through a rough couple of years, so it was understandable that he was looking to make some changes and find some stability.

“There's no reason why you should give up acting. You are incredibly talented, and being more considered in the roles you choose could be a smart move. Your art is something you can take with you on location for downtime.” you mused.

“Maybe you could invite me to your first exhibition,” you quipped.

Dieter gazed at you with wide eyes, “You'll be the guest of honour” he said seriously. “Tell me what you think of this one,” he said excitedly as he moved to one of the larger canvases.

You spent the next couple of hours being shown Dieter’s art and listening to him explain the meaning behind each piece. He called his driver to take you home when you couldn't stop yawning.

“My assistant has your contact details, right? So I can let you know if I have an exhibition.” He asked as he settled you in the car.

You nodded yes, trying to speak but yawning instead.

Dieter chuckled, “All alright sleepyhead, you go get some sleep.” He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, bringing a smile to your face. You waved goodbye to him as he closed the door and the car pulled away.

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Over the next year, you heard from Dieter occasionally. More often than not to ask about the meaning behind different tarot cards. You didn't see him again though, his schedule was taken up with new movie roles, mostly indie films rather than big-budget blockbusters.

So you were surprised to find him waiting for you outside your small house one Saturday in December. You had been Christmas shopping and your arms were loaded with bags of gifts. He rushed forward and started grabbing bags from you, talking at a mile a minute. “Finally, you're back! I was beginning to think you were never coming home. Or that you'd moved. Can we put these inside? I need you to come with me, I have to show you something.”

You followed him, smiling, listening to him yammer away. “Hello Dieter, how have you been?” You unlocked the door and he walked in to put the bags down. You felt a bit self-conscious having the Hollywood superstar in your tiny home, having seen his own luxurious house. If he noticed he didn't let on as he escorted you back out to his car.

He chattered on while he drove. Telling you about the movies he had been making and the things he had done and seen on location. He was a surprisingly good driver, getting you to your destination without issue. When you looked to see where you were you saw you were outside a swanky-looking art gallery. Dieter ran round the car to open your door.

“Dieter, what are we doing here” you asked.

He suddenly looked bashful, gazing down at the sidewalk. “Erm, I wanted you to be the first to see it. Seeing as you are a big part of why I did it,” he said.

“Me? What did I do? What did you do?” you questioned him as he escorted you towards the door to the gallery.

“The grand opening is Monday, but I wanted to show you before anyone else comes in.” He walked you around the space showing you all of his art and telling you the stories behind each piece. “This last piece is dedicated to you, as a thank you for giving me the encouragement I needed to do this. It's my favourite piece in the whole collection.”

You turned around to look at the painting, your hand flying to your mouth as you gasped in shock. In front of you was a large canvas depicting a woman sitting at a table lit by candle reading tarot cards, her face obscured by her hair. You recognised the cards as your favourite Cozy Witch deck that you had used to read for Dieter a year ago.

“She's you,” he said from behind you. “You started me down this path, so I needed to have you be part of the collection.”

You turned to look at him, tears springing to your eyes. “It's beautiful Dieter, thank you,” you whispered, stepping forward to wrap him in a hug.

“Thank you for telling me I could do it.” He squeezed you tightly, rocking you gently from side to side, “will you come to the opening?”

You looked up at him, smiling, “If you play your cards right.”

[fruitcoops]

Midnight Margaritas

IT'S HERE!!!!!! Happy Fic O'Ween 2024 everyone, affectionately titled “maybe it’s magic, maybe it’s frat boy margaritas” :)) I am so excited for this year's theme--making puzzles out of fests is my new favorite thing. Can you guess the Halloween movie of each fic? What about the overarching one for all thirteen?

Character credit goes to @lumosinlove and header/ fest credit belongs to @noots-fic-fests!

TW for alcohol

2 3 4 5? ounces of tequila. The good kind. Probably.

“Ah, fuck me.”

“It’s fine, nobody will notice.”

“It’s burning my nose.”

“The acid cuts it. Just blend it more.”

Juice of 1 lime

“Move, move—hey, cher, did you put a new thing of crackers out?”

“I’m doing the mulled wine, Fish said he’d take care of it.”

“…why are the marg limes in the—”

“Shit.”

Triple sec (or anything with orange) (except orange juice, you freaks). A splash. Eyeball it.

“Okay, Cap and Loops are Ubering, guest room for T and Nolly, Alex is DD?”

“Yeah, he’s good. Oh, and Dumo just left.”

“Reg is staying on the foldout, by the way. Knutty’s setting up.”

“I love that thing.”

“We’re still not bringing it into our bedroom.”

Ice

“I really for sure put too much tequila in.”

“I’m telling you, blending it makes it fine.”

“What happened? You two look…focused.”

“A generous two ounces of tequila.”

“Scoot over, I’ll make a simple syrup.”

“Will that help?”

“With the taste? Sure.”

Shake Blend until well-mixed (this was a terrible idea).

“Oh—Christ Almighty, Harz.”

“Lo distracted me.”

“To spill half a bottle of—”

“It wasn’t half.”

Salt rim of glasses (essential)

“Mm. We should put chili powder in it next time. What am I talking about? I have my tajín.”

“Peanut, I love you, but I think chili margaritas might actually kill some people on this team. Including me.”

Pour blended margaritas into seasonally-appropriate glasses (once again, salt rim not optional), and enjoy!

“Happy Halloween, mes amours.”

“Happy Hallo-housewarming.”

“Oof, you both taste like tequila. Reg said your mulled wine was good, Lo. He stole the oranges out of mine.”

“Lucky for you, I know how to make more.”

“That’s the spirit. I thought I kept you around for a reason.”

“To autumnal revelry, a good fuckin’ party, and no morning alarms?”

“The best things always come in threes.”

“C’est vrai. Santé.”

[staytiny-dreams]

a pair of hearts (j.yh x reader)

pairing: jeong yunho x gn! reader

genre: mutual pining, friends to (implied) lovers, fluff fluff and more fluff

warnings: alcohol consumption? nobodys super drunk tho, no pronouns used, reader is mentioned to wear a dress once

wc: 3.9k

note: inspired by my friend who wanted to get drunk but didn't so that she could drive me home bc she could tell i wasn't vibing. i tried my best to edit/proofread if u find any mistakes lemme know ill fix it up.

you scrunch your face in distaste as the alcohol burns down your throat. a gag rises in your throat but you push it down, biting into the lime that brings welcome relief.

“that shit tastes like soap.” you whine, glaring at the bottle of tequila as if it had launched a personal attack on you.

the next person reaches for a card and you fold your arms in front of you where you lay, stomach down on the carpet. with a huff, your head drops down to your arms and your eyes flutter closed.

unknown to you a concerned pair of eyes follow your movements from their place on the couch across the room. yunho is nursing a glass of water, excluding himself from the game in favour of sobering up.

“can we move outside now?” wooyoung suggests for the fifth time. a groan leaves your lips as - for the first time tonight - everyone agrees with him.

as the group stands to go outside, you don't move from your place on the floor, lifting your head to see empty glasses kicked over and forgotten cards strewn across the yellowing carpet.

the music seems louder now that the room has emptied and it causes your head to pound. you curse silently at your own behaviour.

you really did want to have a good time tonight, but as the first drop of alcohol hit your tongue, any energy you might’ve had at the beginning of the night dissipated.

with a groan, you push yourself upwards with your arms, sitting up with your legs folded, looking around the room tiredly. the velvet of your dress rests softly over your knees, the skin of your legs glowing slightly blue beneath the lit christmas tree.

you take in the speaker; still blasting music despite the group's departure, the empty chairs strewn about the room; all of which are surrounded by empty cans and glasses, telling of how intoxicated the rest of your friends already are.

finally your eyes come to rest on the couch, mild surprise shoots through you, your heart jumping, as you finally notice yunho, still sitting on the couch.

having been keeping his eye on you, he immediately noticed your gaze on him, giving you a warm smile.

you briefly wonder why he didn't follow the rest of the group outside, your heart beating faster at the thought that he stayed for you.

dismissing the thought quickly, you push yourself up onto your knees, then onto your feet. smiling back up at yunho, you carefully navigate the carpet of cans, glasses, cards and food as you make your way to the couch.

with a sigh, you flop down onto the couch, close enough to yunho to rest your head on his shoulder, his knitted brown sweater soft on your cheek.

“yun-ah…” you whine and he chuckles quietly, reaching over you for the fluffy, grey blanket resting on the couch. leaning back, he pulls the blanket over the both of you causing you to press yourself into his side even more.

his breath hitches at your closeness, however the alcohol inhibiting your senses makes certain you don't notice this movement.

“yes (y/n)?” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.

“wanna get out of here…” you mumble into his shoulder, curling the blanket around your fingertips and pulling it closer to your chin. you keep your voice low, afraid to break the bubble you two have created, sinking into the couch cushions together.

“i know,” he admits, reaching an arm around your shoulders and rubbing your arm comfortingly.

you squint up at him in confusion, your eyebrows scrunching. it takes everything in yunho to keep himself from reaching out to smooth your furrowed brow.

“been watching you, pretty,” he confesses with a surge of confidence. after registering his own words, his face flushed, red creeping up his neck and the tips of his ears.

your heart sits in your throat at yunho's admission, alcohol still clouds your mind and you think you must've imagined his endearment.

“you want me to take you home?” he asks, wanting to move on from his previous comment as fast as possible, especially considering your lack of response.

“haven't you been drinking?” you remind him, shifting around to pull at your phone from where it sits, beneath your leg.

“not for a while, i stopped drinking at like eight. i can be okay to drive by eleven? eleven thirty?” he takes another sip of his water as if to prove his point to you, but you only pout.

“why'd you stop? are you not having a good time?” you poke his chest with both questions and your phone finally comes free.

yunho's chest warms at your concern, especially considering you yourself were not having a good time. in fact, yunho had noticed your energy levels were lower than usual upon your arrival. after your first shot of the night, your demeanour dropped once more.

“no, i'm having a good time, you're not though.” he points out and you whine into his shoulder.

“having a great time… now.” you unlock your phone and open tiktok, once again pushing yourself further into the warmth of yunho's body.

“now… that you're not drinking and you're left alone?” he teases and you snort a small laugh at the picture his words paint in your mind.

“not alone, with you.” your free hand, not scrolling through your phone, reaches around for yunho's hand where it still rests on your arm.

pulling his arm forward so his hand rests on your lap, you turn his hand over so his palm is open to you.

yunho's heart is beating in his throat, his face feels hot. you begin to play with his fingers and he holds back the whine that wants to leave his lips at your touch.

you tilt your screen towards yunho so he can watch over your shoulder, despite the music blasting and preventing either of you from being able to hear the phone properly.

your eyes flit to the time, showing nine fifty-seven. a groan leaves your throat before you can stop it.

yunho notices your impatience and smiles to himself.

“(y/n)-ah…” he calls and you hum in response, eyes still on your screen. with the knowledge that you're still fairly far under the influence, yunho finds his courage and rests his hand over yours around your phone.

you turn your neck to look up at him, raising a brow at his sudden move. his cheeks burn for the nth time tonight - as do yours - yet he continues.

squeezing your hand with his own, your phone screen goes dark.

“why'd you do that?” you mumble in protest and he shrugs.

“you weren't paying attention to me.” is his only explanation and you laugh in disbelief.

yunho's face lights up, an affectionate smile resting on his lips.

“did you watch that new special you were excited about?” he asks and a sullen pout takes over your face.

“no, i wanted to rewatch the original show first, but they took it off of my streaming service.” with your phone turned off, you drop it in your lap and turn your attention completely to yunho who was humming thoughtfully at your words.

“what streaming service is it on?” he probes and you bring your hand up to trace the knitted patterns on his sweater.

“amazon i think, but i had to cancel my subscription a few months ago.” you try not to sound too ungrateful or whiney, your hand movements continuing absent-mindedly.

yunho thinks he must look like a fool, a blushing mess as his face feels hotter as the seconds pass.

“i have- i have amazon.” he says with no further explanation.

“hm?” you prompt, still focusing your attention on playing with his shirt.

“i mean we could… you could… well, we could watch it together?” his statement is not a question, but his inflection suggests otherwise.

“really?” you finally bring your attention from his shirt, lifting your head from his shoulder to look him in the eyes.

with your innocent eyes shining up at him, tired, but swelling with affection and fondness, yunho finds himself choking on his words. afraid that if he speaks, his voice will come out shaky, he gives a small nod in lieu of a verbal response and your smile widens.

“okay, but you know they only start at the new series, right?” you warn and he nods again, this time huffing out a laugh.

“yeah? why don't you tell me about the old seasons then?”

so you do. you rest your head back on yunho, cheek to his chest, faces warm and a pair of hearts beating faster than normal, and you explain the plot of each season that yunho won't get to see.

yunho practices active listening throughout your explanation, nodding and humming in response, gasping when it’s appropriate, even asking questions about the lore and history of the world.

with every gasp he lets out, every question he asks, you can feel your heart grow bigger and bigger. you would think that a big heart means you have room for everyone in your heart, but that's not true. at least not for you. because for you, yunho had rooted himself deep in your heart, and there was no room for anyone else.

your tangent was interrupted when a sharp ringing cut through the air. finding your forgotten phone hiding in the tangled blanket, you turn it over to see a reminder to take your tablets.

“did you bring them with you?” yunho's voice grabs your attention again, and you swipe the alarm away, turning back to him.

“i took them before i left.” you look back at your phone, checking the time again only to find that as you ranted about your show to yunho, over an hour had passed.

“eleven eleven, make a wish.” there was a teasing lilt to his voice as he too took note of the time.

but, looking up at yunho and his playful smile, his arm around you, your head on his chest and his hand in your lap you thought that if this was your life, you didn't need to make a wish.

the alcohol had started to wear off now, having been just over an hour since you'd had anything to drink.

yunho on the other hand, had been drinking water and snacking on spring rolls for the past three hours.

“shall we get you home now?” if yunho noticed your all but lovesick expression, he didn't say anything.

yunho simply writes off your affection as a result of the alcohol running through you which gives him the courage to tap your cheek affectionately in a gesture for you to sit up.

your cheeks went up in flames as you separated from yunho's side for the first time in about an hour. you hold back your whine at the loss of his warmth and instead stand from the couch.

you turn and hold out your hands for yunho and he raises a brow. despite his scepticism, he grips your hands and lets you try to lift him.

yunho moves easily from the couch at your first pull and you frown up at him.

“okay well you could've resisted a little. you didn't even try to make it seem realistic.”

“what do you mean? i didn't do anything, you're just that strong, really!” his tone is incredulous and you roll your eyes even as a smile spreads across your face.

“you couldn't just humour me? i could pick you up, im strong enough.” you state firmly and he shrugs.

“i’ve been taught it's bad to lie. now go get your stuff.” he places his hands on your shoulders, spinning you around and nudging you in the direction of your bag.

you reach through your bag checking you've got everything, phone, wallet, headphones, charger. deciding if anything else had been left, you could pick it up another day, you sling your bag over your shoulder.

turning back around, you find yourself alone in the room. you consider heading outside to say goodnight to everyone, but a wave of exhaustion washes over you again at the thought of rejoining the group, and you opt instead to message your close friends goodnight.

you pull out your phone and open messages, searching for the groupchat with your closest friends as you walk over to the front door. it had been propped open to allow for easy access to party goers and a cool, midnight breeze was sweeping through the entrance.

you lean against the wall next to the doorway, just out of the way of the entrance, avoiding any goosebumps that could be caused by the wind.

as you type out your message, yunho comes back into the house from the back door, tossing his keys into the air and catching them again.

“ready to go?”

“are you sure you wanna leave early with me?” you wonder, once again. you feel bad he hadn't been drinking with the others, instead staying inside and coddling you just because you weren't feeling it.

“(y/n) i just spent the last hour and a half sitting on a couch with you while everyone parties outside, i don't know what else i can do to show you that you are who i want to spend my time with.” he affirms, but you say nothing.

conveniently, the hem of your clothing becomes very interesting. you look down, picking at the seam as if you can't feel him approach you.

“besides, i didn't spend the last three hours not drinking just so i could end up not driving you home.” you huff out a laugh, still playing with the velvet that hangs around your legs.

yunho reaches out and places a hand on your shoulder, however you are still unable to meet his eyes with your heart swelling, cheeks hot, blood pumping loudly in your ears.

suddenly you wish you'd waited in the doorway maybe the breeze rushing through the door frame would've aided in cooling your body down.

“i told them all you said goodbye and that i was taking you home. didn't think you'd feel up to braving the masses again.” he places his large hand on the small of your back and leads you out the front door.

“you make me sound like a loser.” you complain, letting him shuffle you to his car that sits at the end of the driveway.

“not a loser. just sleepy. hm?” he reaches past you to open the car door for you. you throw your bag to the floor first, then, finding yourself still a little off balance, you grip the centre console with one hand to aid your entrance into the car.

the warmth of his hand doesn't leave your back until you settle into your seat when he finally pulls away he closes your door and disappears from your side.

you watch him through the windscreen as he rounds the car. his dark hair rests on his forehead just above his eyes, shining in the moonlight, looking softer than the blanket you'd been wrapped in half of the night.

his cheeks were flushed and while it was probably from the cold, you could only hope that maybe, the red in his face and neck was an indicator of an effect that you might have on him.

he closes his own car door behind him and smiles at you from his place in front of the wheel. you give a weak smile in return, your head lolling to the side, unable to keep holding your neck up as it nears midnight.

the drive seemed fast as you dozed in the passenger seat, the late night talk shows on the radio droning on and on putting you in a tired trance.

yunho had to remind himself to keep his eyes on the road, knowing that if he glanced over at your sleeping frame, he wouldn't be able to pull his gaze away.

all too soon, he was pulling into the carpark underneath your apartment building, parking in the visitor section.

“is your roommate home?” he asks and you mumble an incoherent response, eyes still closed.

“jagi… are you awake?” he reaches a hand over, resting it on your shoulder, his warmth spreading over your body once more.

“no.” you say, leaning into his touch.

“no?”

“mm mm.” you hum with a minuscule shake of your head.

“ah okay.” is all he says before exiting the car and closing his door.

in a split second, yunho is at your door, the night breeze sweeping over you and his body leaning over you to unbuckle your seatbelt. you can't tell if the goosebumps prickling at your skin are from the wind, or from the proximity of the man above you.

“come on, time to get inside.” his hand rests on your cheek and jaw and you peek an eye open.

“will you stay? don't want you driving home so late alone.” yunho's smile makes your chest hurt, his eyes scrunching and smile lines creasing on his cheeks.

“okay sweetheart, i'll stay.” a smile of your own makes its way to your face and you lean forward into him, allowing him to wrap his arms around your waist to pull you out of the car and to your feet.

leaning into his side, he places one arm around your shoulders and grabs your bag using his free arm. he throws your bag over his shoulder and closes the car door, locking it and shoving his keys in his back pocket.

“keys in my bag yun,” you mention. exhaustion seeps from your pores and you let yunho support your weight almost completely, simply focusing on putting one foot in front of the other.

despite your whole body weight being placed upon yunho along with your bag, yunho walks you both into the building, up the elevator and to your apartment door with no complaints.

as you reach your own door, a relieved sigh falls from you and you leave yunho's side to lean against the wall while he rummages through your bag for the keys.

when his fingers brush against the telling seahorse keychain, he hooks the keyring on his index finger and pulls them out. with ease and familiarity he unlocks the door and pushes it open.

you duck under his arm to enter the apartment before he's even fully opened the door and he chuckles at your eagerness.

locking the door behind him, he leaves the keys in the deadlock and puts the chain across.

while his back is turned you make your way through your apartment, heading straight for your bedroom.

“(y/n)?” he calls out for you when he turns back to the empty living area. you call out to him from your bedroom and when he enters behind you he can see you at your linen closet, pulling out spare pillows and blankets.

your own bed looks hurriedly made, the top blankets pulled over, however the lumps underneath suggest that the sheets below the top layer have not been as carefully fixed.

“don't look at that.” you mutter, pushing a pillow into his chest as you pass him on your way out of the room.

he grabs the pillow, hugging it to his middle, turning on his heel and following you back out into your living area, feeling a bit like an overgrown puppy as he trails you through your house again.

in the living room, you finish setting up the couch with the spare blankets before turning back to him.

“will this be okay? or you can take the bed and i can take the couch” immediately he's shaking his head at you, with two large strides he's at your side, placing his pillow on the couch conclusively.

“if the other option was a couch made of rocks i still wouldn't take your bed from you.” he ushers you back towards your bedroom.

“you're so dramatic, the couch is comfy enough.” you whine and he laughs, pushing past you into your bedroom and pulling the covers on your bed back. his earlier suspicions are confirmed when he finds your second sheet scrunched up in the middle of your bed.

choosing not to comment on the mess of a bedspread, yunho turns to you, gripping your shoulders gently and spinning the both of you around so the back of your knees hit your bed. you huff playfully at his actions, which he also ignores in favour of pushing down on your shoulders, prompting you to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“if that’s true, i'll be fine to sleep on it then hm?” you don't respond to him, a pout resting on your lips as he crouches in front of you.

“what are you doing yun?” you swing your legs forward and back slightly before he stops your movements with a gentle yet firm grip.

yunho doesn’t answer, instead he smooths his hands down your calf and unties the laces on your left shoe, ignoring the pitchy sound you release in surprise, yunho slips the shoe off with minimal effort.

focusing his attention on your right shoe next, yunho misses the look in your eyes as you gaze down at the man undoing your laces for you. you think you could cry at the sight, unable to make sense of his behaviour tonight, but your heart feels full.

finally standing, yunho pushes on your shoulders and you follow his lead as he lays you down, petulant frown morphing into a sleepy smile at the teddy bear of a man above you.

he pulls your blanket up around your shoulders and tucks it in tightly beneath your neck and around your shoulders. another cute smile spreads across his face as he takes in your frame, wrapped up in the ocean blue of your blanket, blinking sleepily up at him.

“yunnie?” he crouches down once more to be face to face with you and his hand comes to rest on your cheek.

“hm?”

“jagi?” you ask, finally finding the courage to clarify whether or not you had imagined the term of endearment in your sleepy state.

yunho swallows, face hot as it always seems to be around you.

“yeah. yunnie?” he fires back and you let out a weak, tired laugh.

“touche.” yunho smiles warmly and your eyes close.

he takes a deep breath, pulling all the courage from every crevice of his body, leans over, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

assuming you're too far into your sleepy state to respond, he lets out a sigh and begins to stand, only to be stopped by your hand shooting out and gripping his neck.

he lets out a small yelp of surprise as you pull him back down and press a hard kiss to his cheek.

his knees go weak, legs wobbling slightly and his heart leaps into his throat at your affection. recovering from the surprise, he opens his eyes to see yours open again and searching his face as if trying to see inside and find out what he’s thinking.

“we'll talk about this tomorrow, hm? get some sleep.” he leaves his own, softer kiss on your cheek, before disappearing from your line of sight. shortly after he’s left your field of vision, you can hear your bedroom door click softly closed.

despite your racing heart, and your bubbling excitement for the following morning, your eyes flutter closed and you finally let sleep overtake you.

[alliskit]

BG3 Headcanons Nobody Asked For.

Part 2: “Cheap” Alcohol.

As Astarion once asked, “But what would they taste like?”

Well, I don’t have the money to spend drinking brandy (sorry Gale), but there’s enough on the shelves I can buy that would describe them quite nicely.

A heads up that these are U.S. based, but I’ll make sure to describe them so you get the picture.

Gale:

He wants to be brandy, scotch, or a flavored liquor, but he’s not.

He’s a mid tier red wine — still a cab sav, but mid tier.

This is NOT a bad thing. This wine is your personal go-to especially if you’ve got no one coming over.

It’s flavorful enough on the palate but not too risky. It’s likely from a good brand that has more expensive options but this is good enough to buy repeatedly.

This is your wine you pair with your favorite dinner, a good book, watching tv, and after a stressful day. Your ride or die wine.

This wine is the kind of wine you can finish in one night and not feel guilty even when drunk. You can buy more later.

It’s dependable and delicious, makes you want to tell everyone about it.

It’s a favorite among many different kinds of palates.

Gale is always either the husband or male wife because he’s the easiest to commit to wholeheartedly, just like this wine.

Lae’zel:

She is Silver Patron Tequila. You will pay extra for this but the pain is worth it.

Githyanki are the definition of work hard play hard.

Once all the nonsense with the Elder brain and Orpheus is done, you will find her beachside on the Astral Sea, tatas out, a fresh squeezed lime house margarita in hand. Some Gith bard singing a rendition of Margaritaville they picked up passing through earths realm.

It’s the drink you deserve for all your hard work now that you’re in vacation mode.

It’s “exotic” but in safe way. Lae’zel may be from an asteroid but she’s your typical Gith fighter.

You don't put patron in every marg, but just the ones you want to hit fast and last.

Karlach:

Fireball Whiskey. The name itself just says it all.

You can get so many bottles of this for cheap in so many flavors.

It hits hard and fast and will make you ache by morning.

It’s not a party until someone pulls this out. Expect to get trashed.

It will coerce you into losing all filters and masks, learning to express who you really are.

It will burn going down and possibly coming back up, yet you will continue to wonder why you’re so willing to get burnt again.

She runs hot and so will you.

Wyll:

Craft beer. All craft beer.

He is ALL craft beer because he is the living embodiment of the dichotomy of an IPA made in someone’s garage that costs $14 a pint.

He is a man of his own making, gritty and self made, who can’t quite escape his silver spoon.

He has variety and many sides. Is he just your average guy or a sly devil? A little bit of both? A little sweet? A little sour?

Also he pairs well with all your favorite comfort foods.

He makes you want to dance a jig or sing a ballad at your local bar. He will lead it.

He’s of great taste, yet something in him longs to fit in. And with him, you can’t go wrong, even if it takes a minute to get past the initial bitterness.

Shadowheart:

Wine seltzer/vodka seltzer. Something really sweet and feels like a soda.

She’s the easiest crowd pleaser, even if it’s really watered down.

She not only tastes like this, this would be her drink of choice. Girl is tired and just wants a buzz while drinking something she can pound after a long day of saving lives.

You can enjoy this for near any occasion. Bring it to any event. (Someone at a funeral is craving a comfort drink and this will slap)

She, like Gale the red, is a comfort drink, but for a pick me up instead of a lay me down.

Astarion:

Prosecco and/or brut (poor man’s champagne because he’s not living the high noble life anymore)

He’s worthy of being celebrated, kicking your shackles off and stabbing your abuser warrants a celebratory kind of drink.

He’s not to everyone’s taste, but you’ll bear him for a good time.

If you get drunk on brut, you are a special kind of drinker. (Just like your fascination with vampires, some of us truly fear the feeling of death in the morning. If you’ve never had a Prosecco hangover, you’re better for it) I can hear him as he asks, “How are you feeling?” The morning after. LOL

He said he likes spicy food and spicy bubbles seem right up his palate. Also brut is great to pair with spicy!

Also drinking from a wine flute just makes you wanna say: “I’m fuckin posh” even if it’s plastic.

Minthara:

Our Spiced Rum mama. I’m talking Kraken spiced. The smooth rum followed by a heat like whiskey that makes you instinctively want to cough as it burns down your esophagus.

But oh how we love how it burns. Similar to Karlach but not nearly as in your face.

You will have a drunk existential crisis while dancing naked to Fleetwood Mac that will change how you see the world as you feel it burn deep in your soul.

You can drink this straight or in a cocktail and you will NEVER forget the experience. You will crave it.

It’s a smooth talker as it insults your inability to hold your alcohol. It will challenge your tolerance, making you think you really are a big baby. And I can hear her saying it. I’ll let her call me a cry baby whenever she wants.

Halsin:

Mead. I could just finish with just that, but I won’t.

Mead is honey wine if you didn’t know. Once again, it speaks for itself.

It’s comforting, it’s hearty, it’s sweet, it’s tasty, it warms the heart. Makes you want to lay back in the sun or sit warm by a fire.

Getting drunk on this is like getting drunk on sunshine and you will end up with the wine version of a sunburn but you’ll keep drinking.

Just like Halsin getting drunk and singing, dancing, and professing his love to strangers, you will too.

Honey wine will always treat you well and will make sweet love you “as nature intended”.

If you have more options you feel each of these guys embody, let me know! 👇🏻

[eunseoksimp]

Sandstorm ; Hong Seunghan

Pairings: Bf!Seunghan x Gf!Reader

Genre: Angst, Break up

Warnings: toxic relationship, use of swear words, suggestive content and mention of sex. reader is extremely insecure and seunghan is low-key manipulative.

Description: The complexities of a tumultuous relationship between two people who love each other but struggle to see eye to eye. They attempt to compromise and reconcile but realise that with each other, they are like a violent sandstorm.

Based on Sandstorm by Mereba feat JID.

“we were low, we were high, jekyll, hyde”

‘all i’m asking you to do is trust me. for once.’

it wasn’t uncommon for you and seunghan to be arguing, only this time you thought it would be able to wait till after your 6 year anniversary dinner.

you loved hong seunghan, with every fibre of your being, but lord did he get under your skin.

the honeymoon phase of your relationship was bliss.

rarely would you argue, just eager to be wrapped up with the other, letting your bodies do the talking.

but that was years ago, a distant memory.

it wasn’t like you enjoyed fighting with seunghan, no you hated it actually.

you would feel like you were slowly losing your mind, being gaslit as you struggled to keep your words tame.

‘trust. you? how could i trust you when you let her rub all up on you,’ you were practically seething, nails digging into your palms as you desperately tried to hold your tongue.

‘oh come on. she wasn’t rubbing herself on me at all. you always do this baby.’

there it was.

seunghan had deep issues with establishing boundaries with other women.

at first you found it weird that he had a particularly high number of female friends, but you brushed it off due to his friendly nature.

you soon came to find out that this was all a mistake.

he was always adamant, ‘that girl was just trying to be friendly’, ‘i swear she’s a childhood friend, there’s no way she would have feelings for me.’

but you knew. you weren’t blind to the way these girls all looked at seunghan.

it was the same way you looked at him.

and he let them, often times even encouraging them and it caused you to go insane.

‘just drive and stop fucking talking,’ you could tell he wants to say more, but the look you give him gets him to shut up, and makes the drive back to your shared apartment relatively silent.

when you got back you practically flung open the front door, kicking off your shoes and heading to your kitchen to pull out a drink.

‘you shouldn’t drink when you’re mad,’ seunghan stood by the enterance, your shoes in his hand as he watches you.

‘maybe you should stop making me mad then,’ you retorted back, ditching the shot glass and raising the tequila bottle to your lips.

it burnt as it slid down your throat, but did nothing to quell the pit of fire in your chest, furious at your boyfriend.

‘that’s enough,’ you didn’t even notice when he was by your side, as he snatched the bottle from your hand, screwing the cap back on and placing it on top of the cupboards, out of reach.

‘give it back,’ you sounded like a spoilt child, folding your arms.

‘no turning to drinking when you’re upset. we’ve talked about this.’

the tone of his voice did something to rile you up as you stepped closer to him.

‘don’t talk to me like i’m a child,’ you poked his chest, knowing how much it annoyed it.

‘it’s getting kind of frustrating watching you blow up over nothing and taking it out on me,’ he spoke to gritted teeth and you scoffed.

‘nothing? so that girl didn’t try to slide you her number with the bill.’

he was silent, trying to come up with a rebuttal but you didn’t let him.

‘honestly i’m getting sick of seeing you let girl after girl do whatever they want with you. what kind of boyfriend are you?’

‘the kind that puts up with you. nobody on this planet would be able to put up with your bratty attitude,’ your face fell at his harsh words and he could tell he struck a nerve.

‘you know i didn’t mean that babe i’m sorry. i just wanted us to enjoy our anniversary and not fight,’ he felt bad watching you sniffle as you blinked back some tears.

‘i hate when you say stuff like that,’ you mumbled, playing with your fingers.

in an instance his arms were around you, and he bent down to place a kiss on your lips.

‘my sweet girl, forgive me?’

it was hard to say no when he said it like that, when his eyes bore into yours, his palm massaging the flesh of your hips.

you nodded, still honestly not over it, but you figured there would be no point in arguing about it tonight.

‘good girl. let me fuck that attitude out of you.’

you believed that those moments when you were under seunghan, his arms either side of your head, chain dangling over your face, were when your chemistry shone the most.

he would whisper sweet nothings, about how your pussy belonged to no one else but him, about how good you were taking him.

‘look at you angel. such a good fucking girl,’ he enunciated each word with thrusts, your whines only egging him on.

‘eyes. open,’ he would demand.

he told you that looking into your eyes, watching as you struggled to keep them open, how you could barely look at him as your mouth fell open was a sight he wanted to remember forever.

eye contact during sex was a big thing for him and was always enough to finally send him over the edge, hugging you close into his chest as he filled you up.

eventually you would forget about whatever argument you might have been having, letting him trace shapes on your bare shoulder, kissing every single mark on your body.

‘just fight the feeling, it’s all we do. Inside it’s killing me, baby.’

‘it happened again?’ yunjin asked, and you cowered under her sharp gaze, nodding.

‘i told you that boy was bad news bestie. constantly surrounded by women, you can’t think that was all a coincidence.

your best friend, yunjin, was not the biggest fan of your relationship.

she was there for the many nights you would break down in her arms, body shaking as you sobbed about how inadequate and unnatractive you felt.

she was always on the other end of the phone as you rambled on about the girls that would constantly throw themselves at your boyfriend, and moreover how he did virtually nothing to stop them.

‘girl..’ yunjin’s voice trailed off and you knew what she was going to say.

‘i’m not doing it yunjin. i can’t break up with him,’ you protested, violently shaking your head.

sure seunghan sometimes made you want to stick his head in a blender.

but he was yours, and you were his, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

these were the conflicting emotions that you both felt towards each other.

there was the want to fight your feelings, the mention of breaking up not foreign in your most heated arguments, but it would truthfully kill you both inside.

other people thought they were crazy, friends and family finding it hard to comprehend why they were both holding on to a relationship that caused so much pain, but you just couldn’t help yourselves.

‘yunjin is not your biggest fan right now,’ you teased seunghan later as you both sat at the table eating dinner, chatting about each others day.

‘i wish you would stop involving your friends in our problems,’ irritation was clear in his tone and you were suddenly in a not so playful mood.

your smile dropped and a scowl settled onto your face.

‘seriously hannie, i’m allowed to talk to my friends about my feelings. the same way you told sungchan when my whining was becoming too much for you,’ you were bringing up old situations, but your point still stood.

‘dont bring that up. i apologised for that already,’ he sighed, spoon now abandoned as he sat back.

‘all i’m doing is highlighting your hypocrisy,’ you always had something to say, always had to have the last say and seunghan was growing tired of it.

‘sure, forget i even said anything. are you done?’ he stood up, changing the topic as he planned to escape to the kitchen, using washing the dishes as an excuse.

‘walking away because you know you’re in the wrong. sounds like some shit you would do,’ he paused in his tracks placing the plates down on the counter top.

‘it’s always one thing or the other with you. if it’s not a girl, it’s my actions,’ he mumbled, but of course you still heard him.

‘maybe if you stopped doing things that would make me upset then we would not be having these issues.’

‘here we go. is it my fault that your ex cheated on you, why do i have to shoulder all of your frustrations,’ his voice rose a little, something he only did when he was really mad, but he had managed to really piss you off.

‘fuck you hong seunghan,’ you stormed off into your shared bedroom, slamming the door and only reopening it to throw out a pillow and some blankets.

‘i don’t think i’ll be able to sleep next to you without strangling you. take the couch,’ and then the door was shut again.

in the recent year, he had become accustomed to finding refuge on their couch, seeing as you were kicking him out of your room more and more.

he was past the phase of shouting at you to stop being ridiculous, or standing outside of the door demanding to be let back in.

there was just no point.

so he continued what he was doing, washing plates, wiping the stove clean, re arranging the glass cups.

he grabbed a granola bar and some juice from the fridge before settling on the couch, turning on the tv, flicking through channels for something to watch.

this lasted for about three days, neither of you speaking to the other.

he would leave breakfast out for you before going his own way, folding your laundry and leaving it outside the door.

you would make sure to make dinner when you got home first, both of you on opposite sides of the couch as you ate in silence.

you would notice him struggling to moisturise his back and be behind him in no time, reaching the spots he couldn’t.

all of these things were done without any words, and only worked because you knew each other so well.

six years being in a relationship, seunghan knew your body language like the back of his hand, and the same was said for you.

if you let out a little huff whilst trying to reach a bowl from the top shelf you would instantly see the extra arm extending above your head to help you.

after a meal you would rub small circles on your stomach and he would already be in the kitchen, water boiling as he got out the bags for your green tea.

when it got to saturday, one of the only days in the week where you would both be in the house, you realised how much you missed him.

the birds were chirping, the gentle lull of the music playing from your speaker as you leaned on the counter, tapping your foot as you waited for the hot water.

seunghan comes up behind you, head resting on your shoulder as his arms come around your waist.

you stay in this embrace, taking in each others air as you swayed from side to side in a soft rhythm.

it was moments like this, something so domestic , no words needed, just pure displays of affection.

he would kiss the top of your head, lifting you to sit on the top of their counter top as he picked up where you left off.

you watched your boyfriend with adoration in your eyes as he reached for your favourite mug, making tea just the way you like it.

‘it’s hot,’ he warned you as he saw how eager you were to bring the cup up to your lips.

‘so are you,’ you joked, really just missing the sound of his voice.

all feelings of disdain melted away once you heard the sound of his deep, hearty laugh, and the way his eyes would dissapear as he smiled widely.

gesturing for him to come closer, you waited till he was in between your legs, hands on your thighs, before you latched your arms around his neck.

he gave you a quick peck on the lips, just missing the feeling of your skin under his fingertips.

‘i love you,’ you mumbled, heart thumping as he his hands now come around your bare waist.

‘i love you too, my angel.’

and just like that it would feel like you were both on cloud nine, spending the entire day by each others side.

you would watch different rom coms, making fun of the dumb female lead and the cringy male lead, seunghan sometimes trying to imitate them.

you throw your head back in laughter, clutching at his hoodie sleeve to get him to stop, gasping for air.

when you told him you were craving pasta he was quick to jump to his feet.

‘chef seunghan to the rescue,’ he grinned as he scurried to the kitchen, making a big show out of everything.

you got your phone out, recording every step as he would exaggerate the way he cut up his ingredients, or go on about his imaginary culinary expertise.

‘you know this all reminds me of the summer of ‘07. most of our chefs had retired for the night and i was supposed to follow,’ he had began his ministrations.

‘ but then, a lovely old italian couple comes bursting through the door. i need the greatest pasta one could ever taste he basically demanded.’

‘the only experience i had back then was the ratatouille movie but you know what, i had faith from the crew i would deliver. and deliver i did.’

you could no longer contain your giggles, bursting into hysterical laughter as you practically rolled around on the floor.

‘haters ‘gon hate. you wish you were as amazing as me,’ he flicked his imaginary hair over his shoulder.

‘it smells like the pesto is burning, chef seunghan.’

‘oh shit.’

telling you his fake stories had taken away all of his attention, and he soon forgot about what he had originally set out to do.

so even though the sauce was charred, you still ate with gusto. all because seunghan had made it.

‘can i just say you would make an excellent housewife. look at you washing those dishes,’ you said, a teasing glint in your eye.

seunghan gasped, before splashing water in your direction, the sound of your squeals like music to his ears as you tried to shield yourself.

‘stop, i’m sorry. fine you win, no malewife for me,’ you push him away, saying the last part as if you were actually mad.

you both often joked about seunghan’s passion for cooking and cleaning being the perfect formula for a traditional wife.

you would tease him about retiring him so he would sit at home looking pretty as he cared for your kids.

his eyes narrow, a hand snaking around your waist as he tugs into his chest.

you press yourself closer to him, his scent now in your orbit as you nuzzle into his sweatshirt, enjoying his scent.

‘this is nice, i wish we could stay like this forever,’ he murmurs, heart fluttering as he pressed a kiss on the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you just a little tighter.

‘come sleep with me tonight?’ you lifted your head from his chest to ask and he grinned, kissing you again.

‘i want to kiss you. properly,’ seunghan confessed.

"then why won't you?"

"the problem is..," he leaned in as he spoke to you.

"if i kissed you i don't think i'd be able to stop."

"who said i wanted you to?"

he paused and beamed at you, and then he smothered you in kisses.

on the mouth, your cheeks, neck, telling you over and over again that he loved you as you laughed and clutched him.

every time he said it, you felt the words wrap fill her up.

they wrapped themselves around you, providing comfort, making you feel safe and cherished, pushing out any doubt.

he said it like he meant it.

he said it as if it was common knowledge, a fact that had been proven by scientists before.

seunghan loved you.

and you loved him back.

just two souls full of love, unable to depart from each other.

but as was always said, there was a thin line between love and hate.

you had only lasted two weeks before your next explosive argument.

‘but then i remember that you got a temper and i got no filter.’

‘you’re blowing this out of proportion,’ seunghan calls after you as you find yourself once again angry in your house.

what should have been a fun night for the both of you had quickly turned into grounds for yet another argument.

‘blowing what out of proportion? did she or did she not kiss you?’ your nostrils flared and your head felt hot.

anger surged through your veins and you couldn’t control your temper.

‘would you just listen to me. you know i would never do that to you, it just-‘

‘do i want to hear yet another excuse from you hannie? it’s always poor me i had no idea that the attractive girl i’m flirting with would take it the wrong way,’ you cut him off, a trait of yours he didn’t like.

‘i was not flirting. honestly can we act like adults. please,’ he pleads, but it only makes you want to be more childish.

‘i should say the same thing mr i couldn’t say no to her.’

‘here we go again,’ he massaged his temples, the stress starting to weigh on him.

‘yes here we go again. is setting boundaries so fucking hard for you.’

‘language,’ he speaks curtly, reminding you of how much he hated when you used harsh language against him.

‘don’t tell me how to speak. answer my fucking questions hong seunghan.’

‘i did set boundaries what do you mean? i very clearly pushed her away and told her to never try that again,’ he was exasperated, unable to understand how someone else’s wrongdoing was his fault.

‘great fucking job. setting the boundary after she already tried to stick her tongue down your throat,’ your tone was dripping with sarcasm, and you even started slow clapping.

‘be honest, you wanted to fuck her didn’t you?’

‘for god’s sake. can you stop,’ he was reaching breaking point, exhibiting great restraint so that he didn’t say anything he would regret.

‘that’s what this is about, isn’t it? you must have been having a field day, she was even wearing a cute little red dress, your favourite colour,’ you went on, your insecurities catching up to you once again.

when things like this occurred it served as a constant reminder that your boyfriend was attractive and that many girls would be willing to be in your place.

your track record with guys was not the best, one cheating on you with a close friend, the other a cousin.

you had a long history of being let down and heartbroken by men.

there was always a nagging voice in your mind that it was only a matter of time before seunghan followed suit.

‘i can’t do this anymore,’ he ran his hand through his hair, his body leaning on the kitchen counter.

‘ah so you can go back to minjeong. please don’t let me stop you from achieving your fantasies,’ you picked up your bag, searching for your own car keys, hoping he wouldn’t be able to see the hot tears streaming down your face.

‘here you go, running away from your problems instead of facing them. we can’t keep doing this you know.’

‘then maybe we shouldn’t anymore ,’ your words shocked him and he froze on the spot.

‘find a girl who isn’t as shitty and insecure as me, and maybe i might find one man that doesn’t feel like cheating on me,’ you chuckled bitterly, looking like a mad woman with one shoe on, the other in hand.

his chest was heaving at this point, his ears red hot as he waited for your next move.

‘do you really mean it,’ he asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper as his eyes started getting glossy.

shrugging you slipped the second shoe on and grabbed your jacket, leaving an emotional seunghan behind.

‘so we’re like a sandstorm, when we get to blows.’

this was the nature of your arguments.

like a sandstorm they were intense, and volatile, like the blowing winds of conflict that brought about the chaos and the inability to find solace or resolution in each others actions.

emotional turbulence consumed both parties as they clashed.

they carried the pain of failed attempts to reconcile, living with the consequences that arose from playing with the dynamics of their volatile relationship.

underneath all of the bravado and spiteful words, lay a desire to maintain composure and restore harmony in the relationship.

as much as it didn’t seem like it, you hated it when you fought.

but there was great difficulty in achieving peace, your arguments normally escalating quickly and dangerously, leaning wreckage in your wake.

only this time you weren’t sure your relationship would stand the test of time.

deciding it was best to hear the opinions of someone you trusted, you headed towards a bar that you frequented, looking for its owner, your close friend.

‘it’s not normal to fight this much,’ shotaro, your greatest confidant let you know, patting the top of your hand.

you knew that. that the amount of times you would have your disputes, seunghan with his temper and you without a filter, it wasn’t healthy.

it was beginning to become a cycle, a few days of peace before the storm would come and shake the both of you up.

‘what do i do,’ you sighed, exhausted and hurt.

‘you know what you need to do.’

with shotaro’s words buried at the forefront of your heart, you returned back to your home.

the lights were off, the glow from the television screen illuminating your boyfriends eyes.

you both looked at one another, at the same stage of fatigue as you shrugged your coat off and found refuge in each other.

not another word was said that night, but the silence filled in for their lack of conversation.

and you spent the next two weeks like this.

hollow, lifeless versions of yourselves.

whenever a problem would arise he could see you using all of your strength to hold your tongue, turning the other way.

intimacy just wasn’t the same anymore, the both of you seemingly having a lot to think about.

there was no more laughter, or joking around with each other.

the light drained from your eyes, and you had to wonder if this was what life was meant to be like.

so tired of fighting that you lose your voices, instead trying to pretend like everything is alright.

you started to leave the house more, needing an escape from this prison that had been created in the place you used to call home.

seunghan would often have to come and pick you up, you letting out all your grievances by drowning your sorrows in alcohol, like you always did.

his arms would wrap around your waist, guiding you into your bedroom.

he would patiently hold your hair back as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

he would sit on the edge of the bathtub, using one hand to hold you up as you soaked in the bubble bath.

when he would dry you up, sleep fast approaching your spent body, you would mumble some words.

it would always be about him; ‘i hate the way she looked at you, ‘i wish you didn’t go and meet up with her yesterday i know she likes you.’

but the words uttered from your mouth last night made him freeze, a chill running down his spine as his worst fear came true.

‘i don’t think i know how to love you anymore.’

it was obvious that neither of you were happy, but as selfish as it was, seunghan couldn’t imagine a life without you.

he met you at the start of adulthood, and now that he was nearing the end of his twenties, he couldn't see himself trying again with anyone else.

so he acted like you hadn’t said anything, the dull ache in his chest starting to become a part of him.

but try as he might, he just couldn’t forget it.

they said that drink words were sober thoughts, that the possibility that you didn’t mean it was low.

even at work now, it circulated in his mind, occupying every crevice of his brain.

head in his hands, he struggled to focus on the presentation due in a couple of hours, his screen stuck on the same page.

he felt his phone buzz, and in his dream like state, he viewed the message.

we need to talk. come home my love.

he leapt out of his seat, listing off some type of excuse for why he had to leave the office early as he practically sprinted down the company stairs and to the car park.

he was sure he had ran a couple of lights but he didn’t care.

his heart was thumping, chewing on his lip as the worst case scenario continued to play in his head.

when he entered your home, making his way to the living room he saw you in a similar state.

‘why were there so many suitcases?’ bile rose to his throat and he almost wanted to turn away, avoid the inevitable.

as he stood planted in his spot, you lifted your head.

offering him a weak smile, he could see how red your eyes were, your nose a similar shade and his stomach turned violently.

‘i’ll do better. i promise baby please,’ in an instant he was at your feet, clutching you like he was scared you would dissapear.

‘seunghan-‘

‘i know, you must have been so frustrated. it can’t have been easy, i just need to- i need to be better, i’ll do whatever you want,’ tears were starting to fall, splashing onto your jeans.

‘i love you, i love you so much. loving you is the only thing i need.’

biting your lip to prevent yourself from crying too, you lifted his head from your leg.

as hard as it was, you knew that the both of you couldn’t continue on like this.

‘take a piece of my love, we’ve been through enough stuff, probably need to grow up and away.’

‘my sweet boy,’ you used your thumb to swipe his tears, an intense amount of adoration and tenderness displayed on your features.

the tone of your voice, how soft it was as you cupped his face in your hand, it only made him more devastated.

‘these mirrors know our secrets. they’ve witnessed our wild, our highs spent riding the wind. and they watched as all the storms started circling our dunes. if they could speak, their voices just might crack and shake and shatter the glass into fragments.’

‘we’ve been through enough stuff, now we need to grow up and away,’ your shoulders dropped in resignation, struggling to let out what you wanted to say.

‘we can’t try one more time?’ he was defeated, desperate for a lifeline, something that would convince you to stay.

‘i don’t like the people we’re becoming,’ you whispered.

‘i was scared. that one day the hatred would overpower my love for you. that one day you’ll no longer make my heart swell, but burn with rage.’

it hurt, because they both knew it was true.

it was glaringly obvious that there was a need for the both of them to move forward, away from their now toxic situation and find peace.

they had both been through enough turmoil and the sentiment that it was time for the both of them to separate for their own sakes was shared.

‘i want to protect the love that we shared. i don’t want all of those fond memories to go to waste,’ you caressed his face, soaking him all on as if it would be the last time to do.

seunghan, although anguished, knew that what she was saying was right.

six years of being together, he didn’t want those good years to be marred by bitterness, to be trampled over.

‘i love you hong seunghan, enough to let you go.’

‘i love you, more than you would ever comprehend,’ till their final moments he was sure she still wouldn’t.

so even though it tore his heart into pieces, he let the love of his life press one last kiss on his cheek, before leaving, not one look back.

even though you didn’t make it to the end of his story, he will always have the corner folded down on your pages, because it was his favourite.

[intoanotherworld23]

The Neighbor II

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, no sex in this but there is loads of fingering, sexual tension, mentions of sex, swear words, drinking

Summary: Your incredibly handsome new neighbor Chris Evans moves in across the street, and he’s holding a secret that he doesn’t know if you’ll be able to handle

Part 1

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"Bitch you really need to calm down." Pacing the room as you took a big swig of your drink. "It's not even nine yet."

"I don't know why I'm freaking out." Exclaiming feeling like an idiot for getting this worked up.

"He's an incredibly attractive guy and you were wishful thinking there would be a connection." She told you which wasn't far from the truth.

"It's just he could have said he couldn't make it instead of making me think he's going to come." At this point you were just ranting at his lack of appearance.

"Well you need to at least look like your enjoying yourself people are starting to notice." Taking a quick glance to see people side eyeing you with a weird look.

Telling yourself over and over again that he wasn't going to come, and you just wasted good makeup. Constantly glancing at your phone every five seconds, and looking over the fence to see if you could see him walking over. For some reason you were nervous, and felt like your heart was racing so fast.

For making up a pool party at last minute she was able to scrounge up a lot of people. You'd never even seen half of these people, and yet here they were. Watching as some couples danced provocatively, and some others were making out in the pool.

"This bikini keeps riding up the ass." You tried to whisper in her ear and she just laughed at you. "My ass is practically hanging out."

"That's kind of the point." Shaking her head at you as she watched you struggle to adjust the flimsy material.

"He probably doesn't even like women who dress like this." The feeling of insecurity washing over you thinking about his reaction to what you were wearing.

"Please he's a guy he'll be drooling over you once he sees you." Cocking her head at you in bewilderment. "He'll wanna rip that thing off you with his teeth."

"There's so much prettier girls here than me." Looking around taking notes of all types of skin being shown, and bodies being shown off.

"Now you and I both know that's not even true." Looking straight into your eyes with a serious look. She hated when you talked down on yourself like this.

"And slow down on the tequila you know what it does to you." She warned as she watched you pouring yourself some more liquid courage. Completely loosing track of how many cups you've had.

"I'm partying aren't I?" You sarcastically sneered at her taking another big gulp. You couldn't even feel the burning down your throat as much.

"That's now what I meant Jose Quervo." She joked as she grabbed your arm and pulled you inside.

"I don't think he's coming." You drunkenly confessed to her feeling sad now. Hating when you drank and let your emotions take control.

"He'll be here he probably just got busy and lost track of time." She was trying to make you feel better, and it really wasn't making a difference. "Or he's probably nervous just like you."

"Nobody could get more nervous than me." You scoffed as you started munching on chips and dip. "I'm pathetic."

"Bitch now is not the time to be moping over someone you just met." Sitting down next to you as she placed a hand on your knee. "If he doesn't show then oh well you were too good for him anyway."

"Now he probably won't ever talk to me again." From now on you'd probably have to watch him from out of your window. Looking like some kind of heart broken, scorned ex.

"I swear to god if you don't stop whining I'm gonna have Josh and Steven throw you in the pool." She wasn't kidding either her tone was somewhat threatening.

Turning your head to look out the glass doors you noticed a very familiar face. Straightening yourself up as your eyes went wide with excitement feeling so giddy to see the one person you were literally just about to bawl your eyes out over. Your friend noticing your change in body language and looked out the doors as well.

"Ah see Bitch I knew he was going to show." She lightly shoved your shoulder. God he looked really good too.

"What should I do? Should I go out there and talk to him?" Firing question and question as you stood up and looked into a mirror to make sure you didn't look too much of a mess.

"Actually why don't you hang in here and make him look for you." She smirked to herself at her genius idea.

"Oh you're right that's a good idea make him come to me." Nodding your head as you grinned to yourself. "Can you stay with me?"

"This isn't middle school you don't need a chaperone." Her words making you sigh loudly knowing she was right. "I'll just be right outside."

"Fine." Groaning as you stood by the kitchen counter fiddling with your fingers.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She winked as she walked out the door back to all the party goers.

Trying to avoid looking outside and giving Chris the impression you're basically stalking him. You wanted him to think you could really care less about his attention. Repeating in your head to make him come to you, and fight for your attention.

Placing the cup on your lips getting a whiff of the strong liquor then putting it down. The last thing you wanted was to get too drunk, and throw up all over him or something. You at least wanted to be alert when you were talking with him. Blinking your eyes rapidly hoping it wouldn't make you look as drunk.

Your back facing the door now as you heard it slide open. Closing your eyes for a brief moment as you let out a big exhale. The room was silent as you stood there, and you heard footsteps quickly approaching you. Even though you couldn't see you knew exactly who it was.

"There she is." Chris spoke hearing the amusement in his voice. Turning around to face him taking note he was shirtless.

"Here I am you caught me." Waving your hand by you making him chuckle.

"Sorry I'm a little late I got caught up in something." He apologized which made your heart warm up. "I wasn't going to miss this."

"I'm glad that you could come I was getting nervous you wouldn't show." You admitted to him mentally smacking yourself for saying that out loud.

"Don't be nervous sweetheart." Feeling yourself melting at pet name. "I said I would try to make an appearance and I'm a man of my word."

"This party was starting to get a little boring anyway." It was kind of a true statement you were just glad to see him.

"It doesn't look that boring to me." He chuckled referencing to the couples making out and grinding all over each other.

"Did you want something to eat or drink?" Breaking the silence of you two just staring at each other.

"Oh no I'm good." He waved off your offer as he stepped closer to you. "Your bikini though."

"Does it look bad?" Looking down at yourself wanting to cover yourself up with your hands now.

"Absolutely not you look incredibly ravishing and sexy." You could feel your ears burning at his choice words. "Thank god to whoever made that bikini."

"It's not mine anyway it's my friends." You really needed to stop opening your mouth and saying the first thing on your mind.

"Well I'll have to thank her for being a good friend." Chris smirked as his eyes slowly roamed your body taking every inch of you trying to take mental pictures.

"Oh yeah she's something." You joked making him laugh. He could note the sarcasm in the tone of your voice.

"So a beautiful woman like you has to have a boyfriend." It came out more as a statement than a question. Blinking at him as you thought about what he said.

"Nope no boyfriend." Shaking your head back and forth watching as he was stepping closer to you. "No guys want me."

"Bullshit I bet you've got a line of guys just waiting to get with you." He scoffed playfully not believing what he was hearing. "I know if you were mine I'd be fighting guys everyday."

If you didn't know any better you would say this man was flirting with you. The way he was looking at you had you feeling a little flustered and overwhelmed. He was holding himself back as best he could not wanting to scare you off or something. It was getting hard for him though not to bend you over the counter.

The room was starting to become thick with tension that it was getting harder to breathe. The way Chris was hovering over you now felt like a lion having caught his prey, and was waiting to devour it. You could feel sweat forming on your back, and you needed to freshen yourself up a little bit.

"I'll be right back." Lifting up your finger to him as you turned around and headed to your room. Feeling his eyes watching you swaying your hips a little bit just to entice him.

Practically sprinting to the bathroom once you knew you were out of view. Splashing some cold water on your neck to help cool yourself down. Inhaling and exhaling to calm your nerves a little bit. Staring up at yourself as you prayed you weren't about to do anything stupid. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of him.

Grabbing your favorite body lotion lathering your arms and legs in it. Wanting your skin to be smooth if someone's hands were to touch it. Fixing your makeup a little so it didn't look as smudged. Applying your favorite glass to your lips to give them a little shimmer. Who knows maybe you two might end up kissing, and you at least want your lips to look and taste good.

"Come on you can do this." Whispering to yourself as you paced back and forth in your room. "He's clearly interested in you."

"What if he's just being nice though?" You thought immediately your worst kind of fear coming to light. "Or he's just looking for a hook up."

Not that there would be anything wrong with sleeping with the man. It's just you didn't want to be another woman in his books. You wanted there to be something between you two. Wanting to get to know each other and form a relationship together. You weren't really into flings or one night stands.

This was the kind of man that could get any girl that he wanted to. He probably had no trouble in the bedroom or finding someone to entertain him for the night. He was oozing with confidence and sex. Lord knows he's probably had more experience than you've had.

"Just go out there and have a good time." Ending your little self pep talk as you opened your bedroom door only to be blocked by a massive body.

"Thought I lost you for a minute." Chris spoke as you stared at him wide eyed. Hoping he didn't hear you talking to yourself.

"Nope not lost." Was all you could say as he moved towards you and you automatically moved backwards. He was pushing you in the room without even touching you.

"Was starting to get nervous you had abandoned me." Repeating your words from earlier with a knowing smirk.

"I wouldn't do that to you." Responding back your voice a little louder not wanting him to get the impression you weren't interested. Which you so very clearly obviously were interested.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked as you gulped standing there frozen now.

"No." Shaking your head slightly your voice just barely above a whisper.

"Really?" His chest almost touching yours as he bowed his head down so his lips were directly in front of yours. "Cause I think I do."

Glancing briefly down at his lips then back up at his eyes. He caught your look his lip twitching up in a smile. His eyes doing the same thing as both of you waited for the other to make a move first. You could smell the mint on his breath, and you just hoped your breath didn't reek of tequila.

His lips softly pressing against yours putting more pressure once he noted you weren't backing away. Your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck as his hands gripped your hips. Pulling you flush against his body as his kisses became more hungry.

This is not at all how you pictured your night to go. You figured you and Chris would flirt a little bit, and that would be it. Now here you were making out with the sexiest man you have ever met in your bedroom while there was a party going on outside.

Your lips moving along with his loving how well meshed your mouths were together. Feeling his hands moving around to your backside gripping your cheeks giving them a quick squeeze. Squealing into his mouth as his sudden action taking that opportunity to push his tongue inside your mouth.

You've never been told if you were a good kisser before, and judging by his groans he was enjoying this so much more than you thought. Feeling your skin under his fingertips was driving him crazy, and he needed more. He wanted to feel more, but didn't want to push you into something you didn't want.

Moving you backwards until the back of your legs bumped into the bed. Leaning a hand back as you slowly sat down so neither you or Chris had to remove your lips from each other. It was like you two were glued together, and you couldn't find it in yourself to remove him from you.

"I've been wanting to do that all day." He confessed as you smiled against his lips. Pressing your chest forward so your breasts were sticking out.

You knew this was going to become more than just making out. The way that your bodies responded to each other, and how your skin tingled with every touch. If it wasn't for the tequila you'd been drinking you wouldn't be acting like this.

"I need to feel you so badly." Mumbling against your lips as he felt his erection painfully pressing against his trunks. "Can I?"

Staring up at him as he looked all over your face for consent. He could tell you were nervous, and didn't know what to say. Hoping you would say yes since he's been driving himself mad since he spotted you in your bikini. There was something about you that had him wanting to peel back your layers.

"I don't know." Leaning back on your palms wondering if he was trying to have sex with you.

"How about I just use my fingers?" Leaning his body back as his hands were soothingly running across your thighs.

"Okay." Soon as you gave him the green light he practically growled leaning forward pushing your body fully back attaching his lips to yours again.

His body was pressed up against yours gently rocking himself back and forth. Just enough to where you could feel him over your bikini bottom. A wet spot forming on the inside of the material that he was soon to discover. It amazed you how quickly you became horny for this man you just met.

His hands moving up your body to the edge of your bikini. Pressing his fingers under the material as he slid them inside. The tips of his fingers applying pressure to your core making you moan. Cupping you with his hand as his lips moved down your cheek and to your neck.

Chris taking his middle and ring finger and slowly pushing them inside of you. Hands reaching out to grab onto his arm gripping it as he thick fingers stayed still inside of you. Opening your mouth wide as you tried to steady your breathing.

"Got a tight little pussy for me huh?" He mocked you as his fingers pulled back only to push back in. "And so fucking wet."

All you could do was just whimper and moan unable to find the words to say anything. His fingers were starting to pick up pace and rhythm. Leaning your head back as his mouth was devouring your neck and collarbone. Lifting your hips up so he could get a better angle. Chris smirking against your skin when he knew what you were doing.

"That's it pretty girl." He whispered praise in your ear as you started to grind your hips up and down with the motion of his fingers. "Such a good girl for me."

The feeling of Chris's scruff brushing against your skin had a shiver running up your spine. You were having sensory overload, and you didn't want it to stop. This man knew exactly what he was going, and knew which buttons to press. It's like he knew your body better than you do.

"Oh god." Crying out when you felt him curl his fingers up deep inside of you moving them back and forth.

"Just wait till you feel my cock." Rolling your eyes in the back of your head hearing him speak.

Lifting his head up so he could watch your facial expressions. His mouth parted slightly when he saw the absolute bliss and pleasure you were feeling. Looking down to your chest lifting your top up completely exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes.

His mouth attaching to a nipple sucking on the bud till it was erect and hard. Moving his tongue in circles as you felt his teeth bite down making you squeal. His eyes glancing up at you sensing you were getting close.

"Fuck you've got me so hard right now watching you." The palm of his hand rubbing against your incredibly sensitive clit causing your back to arch.

His free hand gripping your leg to keep them pushed apart when he felt them squeezing around him. Your mouth wide open as little whimpers and moans left your lips. It was like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Thrusting his fingers harder your body rocking back and forth.

"Shit right there." Screaming when he starting poking your sweet spot.

"That's it sweetheart just feel my fingers." He encouraged when he felt you squeezing your core around his fingers. "Clench that little pussy around my fingers."

Chris was straining himself so hard to not pull his trunks down and rip your bottoms off and push his cock inside you. He could tell you were a shy type of woman, and didn't want to pressure you. Judging by how you were reacting to his fingers he knew no man has ever put your pleasure first.

"You look so god damn sexy right now." Your hair and makeup probably a mess as you laid underneath him covered in sweat, but to him you couldn't look more tantalizing.

Your entire body was on fire as you felt that familiar feeling boiling in the pit of your stomach.  Leaning your head back as Chris didn't let up his thrusting keeping his eyes on you. It was the hottest thing he's watched in a long time, and he felt he might cum just from watching you.

"Shit cum for me baby." Leaning forward attaching his lips to yours as your orgasm rocked your entire body.

His lips silencing the scream that left your mouth as you released all over his fingers as they slowly pushed in and out of you coaxing you through your orgasm. Comforting you as your body shook and your legs trembled. You couldn't believe that you just let Chris finger you in your bed while tons of people were just outside.

That was the best you've ever felt, and you didn't even notice how much you needed that. The man only used his fingers and he had you panting like a dog in heat. Not only was this man painstakingly attractive but he knew his way with a woman's body.

"Shhh sweetheart just relax." His tone gentle and soft as he talked you through your euphoric state. "There you go baby."

"Holy shit that was amazing." You spoke your mouth completely dry Chris just laughed at your response.

"Like I said just wait till you have my cock inside you." Opening your eyes at him as he winked your cheeks burning up.

Pulling your bikini top down now feeling the sting from his bites. Sitting up straight as he sat next to you waiting until you got comfortable and were able to wrap your head around everything that just took place.

"Nobody's ever done that to me." You confessed looking down at your hands in your lap. You've been fingered before but not good enough to have you cumming in minutes.

"Not until now." He said proudly as you shook your head a smile on your face.

"You sound very sure of yourself." You teased back as you nudged his shoulder.

"Sweetheart it was written all across your face." He argued back playfully damn well knowing he was right.

"I guess your right." You tsked at him trying to be nonchalant but he would see right through you. Right now you needed to change the subject before more things ensued. "I wanted to ask what do you do?"

"Oh ummm." His response was weird and awkward almost like he didn't want to answer it, and he had this uncomfortable expression on his face. "I'm an inspiring actor."

"No way that's so cool." You exclaimed wondering why he seemed almost ashamed. "Ever been in anything I've ever seen?"

"Nah I haven't had any luck landing anything yet." He looked away from you and down at the ground.

"Well I'm sure you'll be in something soon." Giving him a warm and comforting smile as he returned yours with a weak smile.

"Yeah." He chuckled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck looking down at the floor.

There was something off about him now. Almost kind of like he was upset and or worried. Maybe you were just reading too much into it, but he definitely didn't like telling you what he did. Maybe it was a sensitive subject that he didn't like to talk about.

"I should probably head out." He stood up you following suit now wondering if you said something wrong. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Your welcome." Following him out of your room as he headed towards the front door. Awkwardly standing behind him like a lost puppy dog. "I'll talk to you later."

"Could I have your number so we could hang out some more?" His request had you beaming with hope and optimism.

"Yeah of course." Chris handing you his phone as you typed it in them handing it back to him.

"Perfect I'll call you." He smiled as he waved goodbye and shut the door behind him. Watching as he walked across the street back to his house.

Well this night turned out way better and different than you expected. Now you were kind of glad your friend invited Chris to your last minute pool party. Otherwise you wouldn't have gotten to be fingered by him, and then end it with giving him your number. Smiling to yourself at the thought of where your relationship with each other would go.

"What in the hell happened with you two?" Your friends screeching voice startling you as you turned to face her. Here we go.

[probably-writing-x]

Another?

Summary: Rafe was known for how much his body could handle. Everyone knew it. The boy had no limits. So what happens when you try to keep up?

Warnings: Alcohol and substance use, cursing

Author’s Note: Thanks for all of the love recently, I’m glad you’re all liking my writing again !! Now prepare for Rafe being a douche and making your life hell :)

You had known the Cameron’s since you were little, having grown up as their neighbours. You’d spent nearly every day with them, Thanksgivings, July 4th’s, Christmases - they were like a second family. You and Sarah were inseparable, growing up like the twin sisters you’d never had. And Rafe? He’d always found a way to get under your skin. He drove you insane, the one person it seemed that you could argue with for hours on end. But he had the other side too. He’d punched your first boyfriend in middle school when they’d split up with you, and he went with you to prom before anybody else could ask you to be their date, he bought you Christmas presents and gave them to you when nobody else was around. Rafe cared for you in a way he didn’t seem to care for anybody else. Everyone could see it, it was like he had a whole new heart just for you, different from the one he showed to everyone else.

Another thing about Rafe - he always hosted the biggest parties. And tonight was no different. There were people here you’d never seen before, and all of the regular offenders.

“Hey (Y/N),” Topper grins when he sees you, two red solo cups in his hand, “I’ve been told to give you this.”

You smile and take the cup from him, “Thanks Top. Quick question though, who the hell are half of these people?”

He laughs, “Rafe invited a bunch of the holidayers, don’t ask me why.”

You roll your eyes, “Because god forbid his house isn’t overflowing.”

Topper laughs and leans back against the counter in the kitchen where you stood. You two had always stayed friends, past whatever had happened with him and Sarah. He was too sweet for his own good, as much as that was his worst trait sometimes.

“Have you seen him? He’s on it tonight,” He gestures towards where Rafe was snorting another line from the kitchen island.

He’s in a white tee with an open button down shirt, looking handsome despite his habits. His hair is fixed in the curtains around his head that he would constantly complain about, telling you that he should just shave it all off. So far, you’d been able to convince him not to. There’s a beer bottle in his hand but he takes a shot glass from the table and overflows it with tequila, tipping it back like it’s just water to his waiting liver.

“No different than normal, right?” Topper nudges you when you don’t respond, like drawing your attention back to reality.

But you weren’t so sure. He doesn’t seem like the boy you knew. There was something darker about him recently, like the drink and the drugs were more of a coping mechanism than a release. He needed it more than he wanted it recently, and it terrified you.

“(Y/N)!” The familiar low rumble of his voice calls out to you, and you look up to see him stumbling a little in his beeline in your direction.

“Rafe,” You reply, “Having fun?”

“You two are being boring,” He gestures between you and Topper, “You can’t just stand around all night.”

“I think we’re fine, Rafe,” Topper states, taking a swig of his beer.

“No, no, no,” Rafe shakes his head, swinging an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his side, he lifts the hand with the bottle in the direction of Topper, his words slurring into, “I’ve told you before to stay away from her bro.”

“What are you talking about Rafe?” Topper clenches his jaw, looking at you as if he needs you to back him up already.

“Go for my sister, I don’t care. But if she doesn’t want you, that doesn’t mean you get (Y/N).”

“Fuck you,” Topper spits, downing the rest of his drink and walking out of the room, even the mention of Sarah fuelling the anger inside of him that it used to be rare to see.

You turn around and step out of Rafe’s grip, “Well, you can apologise for that in the morning.”

“I’m not apologising to him, I see the way he looks at you,” Rafe shakes his head, sniffing as if his body is already longing for its next hit.

“Rafe,” You’re slow in your words, forcing him to listen, “Me and Topper are friends, same as always. And, even if there was something there, it’s not your place to tell me who I can speak to.”

He takes a big gulp of his drink, not even the slightest hint of distaste on his features, his jaw clenches and unclenches before he speaks, “So you do like him?”

“You’re too drunk and high, and too far gone on whatever is in your body, for this conversation. I’m going home, and I’m going to bed. And I suggest you do too,” You grab your jacket from the counter and tug it over your shoulders, walking away before he has the chance to stop you.

“(Y/N)!” He shouts out, but it drowns out amongst the pulsing of the party.

~~~

Rafe had sent you a string of drunk texts last night after you’d left but none of them made enough sense to understand - just a lot of letters jumbled together. You could still hear the party going on late into the night from your house and part of you feared just how drunk Rafe would be the next day. No. It wasn’t your responsibility.

It’s midday when you walk past their house, taking a quick glance up like you normally would. And you spot him. On the porch, surrounded by bottles and cups and cans, sat on the couch as if not at all phased by it all.

You can’t help but be drawn towards him.

“Hey,” You speak quietly when you reach the top of the steps to the porch.

He looks at you through blurred eyes, picking up a beer bottle from the table and swigging it.

“You’re still drinking?” You raise your brows, the worry settling over your face.

“Shame for it to go to waste, right?” He shrugs, finishing the rest of the bottle and throwing it to the pile.

There were the remainders of various drugs spread across the table and you were almost completely certain that they were all his. The sight made your stomach turn.

But there was something in you when it came to Rafe, an urgency to help him as if you were the only person that could.

“Okay, I’ll have one too,” You set your bag down onto the table and take one of the full bottles, cracking it open and chugging at least half of the bottle.

“What are you doing (Y/N)?”

His hair is in disarray like it normally was in the mornings and he’d changed his clothes, so you knew he’d gone to sleep and woken up. If anything, that made things worse. This wasn’t the continuation of a late night, it was him waking up and realising he wanted to drown out another day before it had even started - the likelihood being that he had hoped he hadn’t had to wake up. It brought a lump to your throat and a tear in your heart.

He opens another bottle and so you finish yours and open another too, the beer already bubbling uncomfortably in your stomach.

“Cut it out,” He rolls his eyes, “I don’t want to deal with this today.”

“Clearly,” You state simply, sipping when he sips.

It continues like that until he’s finished another bottle, grabbing for the bottle of vodka next. You take the tequila, fighting back a wince as you mirror him sipping it down.

“Just fuck off (Y/N),” He says coldly, a kind of tone he rarely ever directed at you.

With that, he reaches for one of the small plastic bags of infamous white powder and tips out enough for a line.

“What? Are you doing this too?” He raises his brows.

You shrug, “Whatever you do, I do.”

Rafe laughs bitterly, setting out another line of equal size just next to his. He does his without flinching, as if it’s practically air to his immune body. You swallow the lump in your throat and pull your hair away from your face.

“You can’t be serious, (Y/N)…” His voice trails off and for a second you know that he’s nervous.

You don’t speak, bending down towards the table, your nose just inches above the wood.

Within a second, a blow of air comes from beside you, Rafe spraying the powder as far from you as he can get it, looking at you with an anger in his eyes.

“What the fuck is this? You think I’m just going to let you start doing drugs in front of me?” He scoffs, his voice raising just a little.

“How do you think I feel, Rafe? I’m watching you practically dig your own grave!”

“That’s not the same thing, okay?”

“I’m tired of acting like I shouldn’t care about this stuff, Rafe! I care about you, and I’m watching you destroy yourself, and you won’t talk to me, you won’t do anything, and you’re acting like I should just sit around and watch you become something and someone that I know you’re not. And of all your yes-men friends, who else is going to be honest with you?”

“I didn’t ask you to do this (Y/N),” He comments, regretting it almost as soon as the words come out.

“You know what? Go fuck yourself,” You grab your bag and stand up, storming back down the path away from his house as quickly as you can, your limbs trembling.

You’re not sure if you hear him, or perhaps it’s just that your hopes had been answered, but his hand grabs you and it feels like both of you are grounded in that moment. It’s a harsh contact, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist, but the sting is one of relief; of knowing he was there.

“Please don’t go.”

[boundbyeclipse]

devotion

genre : fluff, angst, smut

word count : 12.6k

tags : vampire!female!reader, heretic!kai, protective kai, college, some cursing, minor bullying, mentions of murder, drinking, special appearances of Kol Mikaelson and Klaus Mikaelson, might be some grammar mistakes in here.

a/n: this has been one of the hardest things to do. it took me a week to finish this and polish it. even though at first i wrote this just for myself, for fun, and i was in such a mood to write, eventually, it became something that i wanted to share with the world. but i wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for my favorite TVD writer on this platform, @so-long-soldier28 OR @so-long-soldier-writes (i didn’t know which blog of yours to tag 😭) whose talent has taken my breath away. i want to say thank you for that, you are such an inspiration and such a gifted writer. i hope that somehow, i can inspire you too. ps. 12.6k words is insane for a start.

“Alright, mom, I know-“

“Sweetheart, trust me, you don’t want to miss out on those opportunities”

“Yeah” you sighed, “I gotta go now, until later!”

“Good luck, ____”

Rolling your eyes you grabbed your bag and headed out, locking your apartment door and making your way to the elevator.

Your mom just won’t stop insisting on you going out on dates, it’s almost as if she’s rushing her own daughter into getting married. But you’re just not interested right now, you want to live your life to the fullest, party, have fun, and yes, one day you definitely will find somebody. But now? It’s all about you.

Minutes later you finally reached your destination - your favorite bar in town. This is where you and your best friend Cora decided to meet up for the evening. And there she was, sitting by the bar, chit chatting with the bartender, who in fact, was kind of your type, but seeing how he looks at her, you just push that away and let them do their thing as you sit down right next to Cora.

“I see someone’s having fun batting those eyelashes” you giggle, tilting your head at her.

“Oh, stop, it’s nothing like that”

You roll your eyes and then look at the bartender.

“One tequila sunrise, please” you order and turn your attention back to your best friend.

“So, how’s it going with your mom? Still onto the boyfriend-hunt drama?”

“Yup, still telling me how I should not miss out on opportunities if anyone asks me out, blah blah blah. You know her”

She giggles, taking a sip of her mojito cocktail and sighing.

“Well, you know, maybe she’s right”

“What? No, Cora, I just want to live, okay?” you frown and protest at her immediately. But it doesn’t seem to phase her at all.

“Oh, come on! All of us girlies have someone, well, of course I’m still working on it BUT, how do you find it fun being single?”

“Trust me, I enjoy my own company just enough” you chuckle and thank the bartender as he hands you your drink.

Quite a few hours pass and you are on the dance floor, swaying your hips to the rhythm together with your bestie, music loud and mind a little dizzy from the alcohol that you’ve consumed. Everything is fine until your eyes find someone familiar in the crowd. As he turns sideways to pass through the people, you get the confirmation that it is someone you actually do know.

“Kai Parker” you whisper under your nose, your body stops moving too, and when Cora notices, she grabs you by the shoulders.

“Hey, what’s wrong?!” she shouts over the music.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I just feel a bit dizzy!” you reply, faking a smile. You two continue to dance, but your eyes just wouldn’t stop glancing over at the bar where Kai now sat. As much as you wanted to get out of here, you weren’t going to do so, not even if someone you secretly like is so near.

Someone you like? Yes. It’s crazy, but Kai Parker is your biggest crush. Nobody knows about how much you’re head over heels for him, despite of him being an asshole and knowing what he has done in the past. But right after Luke’s merged with him, he started to change. Even though you didn’t know the old Kai, you did see the good in him somehow. But you told no one, because every single person in this town despised him for all that happened in the past. Even your own mother hated him. But nobody actually seemed to acknowledge the fact that this guy has guilt eating him up every day and night for all that he’s done. Everyone still believes he’s the same old sociopath that he always was. Except you. That is why Kai has been your secret for quite a while now.

Unbeknownst to you, Cora has disappeared into the crowd somewhere while you were daydreaming about him, so deeply that everything around you just felt non-existent. Your heart was beating fast as you still managed to keep dancing, until you felt someone’s hands around your waist.

“Nice moves, you can really dance” it was just some random dude that reeked of beer and you couldn’t stand it, you did not want him touching you or speaking to you.

“Thanks, but I think you should go find someone else to dance with”

“Nah, I think I’ll stick to this pretty girl right here”

Your mood changed completely and you shoved him off of yourself, frowning as you puckered your lips at him.

“I said go find someone else!”

That’s when people started noticing there was something going on, but it was just a few of them, they were drunk, so they just moved away.

“Great, people these days” you muttered, trying to leave as you turned around. But once again, that guy just wasn’t anywhere near ready to give up on you.

“I don’t see anybody else I like in here. You really seem special, darling”

You rolled your eyes at him as he held you by your wrists now, your face super close to his.

“I am not your darling” you said through your teeth and he just giggled, beginning to lean in closer to your lips, which made your eyes fill with tears of fear.

“Let go-“

“Let go of her. Now” you heard a familiar voice coming from behind you, and the man grabbed the guy by the throat as he finally let go of you.

“Get your fucking disgusting barely-haired head out of here before I guide you out myself”

Kai. What is he doing?

“Oh, my apologies, didn’t know you’d leave your girlfriend to dance alone like that. Dick move” the guy laughed in Kai’s face which really pissed him off. His irises enlarged with rage.

“First of all, if she was my girl, I surely wouldn’t let her dance alone. Second of all, when a woman says no, it means NO. Unless you wish to have your oh, so heartless heart ripped out of your chest in front of everyone”

“Kai-“ you tried to interrupt in fear of a possible fight incoming, but he only raised his hand in the air and turned his head to the side, telling you he’s got this.

“Wow, I feel threatened!” the guy acted like whatever Kai said, scared him off. But he just wasn’t going to give up. Doesn’t he know who Kai Parker is? Or does he not fear him at all?

“Oh, I’m not threatening you, I’m just saying what’s a hundred percent going to happen if you don’t apologise and get the hell outta here right now”

“Got nothing to apologise for, she looks really nice. Maybe I should buy her a drink?”

God, this guy just won’t back down.

“What’s going on?!” Cora suddenly ran up to you, grabbing your forearm in fear and confusion.

“That dude just tried to… I don’t even know what he tried to do to me but… Well, you see”

She shook her head and darted her eyes at the two males in front of you.

“Kai is defending you? A sociop-“

“Shush, Cora, he’s got this” you said without thinking, and it made your best friend question this entire situation in front of her eyes.

“One last chance, dumbass, or you’re done for good” Kai raised his voice more and now the whole bar was watching them. Not even the best music blasting through the speakers could make them bust a move.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your stupid little threats, boy. You’re skinny and weak, got nothing at all on me. I bet she would like a taste of me better, anyways” he looked at you over Kai’s shoulder, a creepy smirk across his face.

“Oh no” you whispered when you saw Kai raise his hand, about to use magic on the guy.

“Motus” Kai chanted angrily and everyone watched the guy fly and hit the wall, his body then dropping to the ground as he groaned loudly. You gasped and covered your mouth in shock. Whatever was going through Kai’s mind, it wasn’t anything promising and it scared you. Yet, you still trusted him.

“He’s going to kill him!” Cora yelled out, but you kept on shaking your head no, because you knew that the old Kai is gone, or at least a part of him is, and that nobody’s going to get killed here tonight. No matter how disgusting of a behavior was shown towards you. Not on your terms.

Kai walked up to that guy with a quick pace, kneeled down and grabbed him by his collar.

“Now, tell me, do you still think I’m weak?”

The male could barely make a sound, but he still managed to speak up. And it still wasn’t what you, Cora, other people or Kai wanted to hear.

“Y-yeah, magic doesn’t… mean… anything” his nose bled, beads of sweat formed on the forehead.

“You’re damn wrong!” Kai yelled and placed his hands on both sides of that man’s head, the color of orange intensifying under his palms as he chanted some kind of a spell to make the other male suffer.

“Kai! No!” you broke free from Cora’s grip and ran to Kai, grabbing his wrists and crying as you begged him to stop. You really didn’t want to see Kai Parker as his old self - the careless, emotionless psychopath who did not feel any empathy for others. The one who could kill anyone and just laugh about it. The one who could spill another persons blood and absolutely thrive off of the sight of it on his own hands.

You yelled through tears again as no reaction from Kai was given.

“You’ll kill him! Kai!” you shook his wrists, “That’s not who you are!”

Right then and there, he snapped back and let that guy go, looking at you with entirely different eyes than they were mere seconds ago. They were glossy and his pupils were dilated, as if he did something so bad that his father was going to send him back to the prison world for an eternity.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m… so sorry” he said, taking a few steps back before he rushed outside. You ran back to Cora and grabbed her face.

“Listen, love, I need you to get out of here now. Call a taxi, go home, please”

“I am not leaving you!” she grabbed your wrists, squeezing them.

“Please, Cora, just go! I’ll deal with Kai, alright?”

She shook her head in disbelief and ripped her hands off of you.

“So you’re choosing that psychotic son of a bitch over me? Your closest and the only friend?! Fine. Go ahead. Go say thank you to a guy who killed most of this town just half a year ago”

“Cora-“ you tried to talk to her but she was gone before you could blink, making use of her vampire powers to disappear quickly. You wanted to catch up to her, but you knew it wouldn’t do any good.

You chose go to and compel the gross man who tried to get you all to himself. It is better if he doesn’t remember any of this or else, he will come back looking for Kai. And probably you too.

You ran out of the bar right after, searching for Kai, but had no luck because he is probably already back home now, which only leaves you with the option of getting back to your own. Only that you wanted to take a walk instead of getting dropped off by a taxi. Everything that happened was too much and fresh air was the only thing that could help you ease your mind.

You tried calling Cora multiple times, even left a voicemail, but she didn’t answer. You felt so bad for everything that happened tonight, it was just eating you up. You kept blaming yourself even though you knew none of this was caused by you. Still. It happened because of you. But what Kai did was unbelievable. It wasn’t anything you’d ever expect from him. He’s never spoken that much to you except for a small talk, nor did he know about your feelings for him. You both simply were just going to the same college. So why was he even protecting you? And how did he end up at the same bar you were at? All of this just seems very strange. Too many questions in the book.

As you were nearing your apartment, you took your keys and unlocked the door, closing and locking it behind you as you slowly shut your eyes and felt salty tears roll down your cheeks. Everything left you overwhelmed and you couldn’t help but let it out. It did hurt you that no one could see the good in him, no one understood what he went through, and no one was even willing to do so. It hurt you because if someone found out about how you feel towards him, they would turn against you too. You were lost. You were confused.

Why, Kai Parker, why?

____

A week has gone by and Cora hasn’t talked to you ever since that incident at the bar. None of your texts were answered, neither calls or voicemails. In fact, you haven’t talked to anyone you knew. It was only two people after all.

Cora must have told your mom about it all too. She didn’t speak to you either. You feared that you were not going to see them ever again.

Kai didn’t show up at classes too. It was so hard having nobody to talk to, and the only thing that occupied your mind was college. It was keeping you somewhat together. Or at least you tried to convince yourself that it was.

“Oh, look, it’s the Kai Parker girl” some girls whispered as you walked past them after class was done. It didn’t even seem like they cared about you being a vampire and having supernatural abilities like extremely good hearing. It got on your nerves really badly, but you decided to just ignore it. Not until you stepped out of the building and saw another group of students gossiping about something. Well. It’s just always going to be like that, isn’t it?

“I cannot believe that crazy dude literally stood up for her. Or he pretended to do so. Or… maybe he was just trying to show off with his little magical superpowers” one of them said, mocking Kai’s hand movements when he casts the spells.

“I bet he’s going to kill her real soon too. And she’s not even close to avoiding that cold blooded murderer. Maybe she would like to get killed by him after all” a guy said and the whole group laughed in sync.

That was the bottom line for you.

“Quit blabbering before I snap all of your necks off! You know nothing about me or Kai Parker. One more word and you’ll find yourselves trying to get wood splinters out of your asses” you said out of rage, the veins under your eyes popping up altogether with the eye whites turning red.

You quickly walked away and sat in your car, turning the engine on and speeding off home. The grip on the steering wheel was so strong that you could break it at any given moment. You’ve heard enough.

When you parked your car in the parking lot and got out of it, your eyes unexpectedly met with no one other’s than Kai’s. You thought your eyes were deceiving you, so you blinked a few times. But in fact, he actually was here.

“Kai?” you shut the door and he approached you with slow steps, hands in pockets and head hung low before he looked up when he stood right in front of you.

“Yes, it’s me. Don’t even ask why I came here. It just happened. And when I realised I’m standing in front of your home, I also realised I owe you an apology and an explanation”

You stood there, lips pressed together as you tried to process what was happening. You shook your head in order to not zone out.

“Just tell me. Everything”

“Listen, I know it’s strange, but… I’ve been having this weird feeling lately and I cannot seem to shake it off. Before you went to that bar… God, I’m so stupid… I actually had someone sit at the bar who followed you and found out about your whereabouts and told me everything. But don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I’m a stalker or a psychopath as they call me, well… Maybe I still a little bit am… It’s complicated. Um, it’s because I had a very bad dream about you and… In it, you died because I chose to drive past that same bar you were in that night. And when I woke up my head was ringing and I just had this feeling that something bad was going to happen”

You stood there not able to understand how he could do this. Have someone follow you? Someone to give him information where you’re going, and who you’re with? It just doesn’t seem right.

Looks like he still does have a sprinkle of a sociopath left somewhere in him.

“I’m sorry, Kai, but what?! What the hell were you thinking? You could have just simply warned me about your freaking crazy dream and told me to not go?! Or at least offer me company once you stepped inside Mystic Grills?”

“You would not have believed me!” he insisted.

“Okay, maybe I wouldn’t have but you could at least have tried! We go to the same college, it’s not like you’re a stranger to me. Look, people are gossiping about you and I a lot already and I was oh, so damn close to snapping their necks today! How am I supposed to put up with this shit, huh? My best friend AND my mother haven’t spoken to me all week! I’m all alone because of you!” your voice rang through the parking lot as you yelled in his face. Kai shook his head.

“No! It’s because they still believe I am the same old Kai Parker who kills without mercy, without empathy, with no emotions in me at all! That is not who I am. All those people… They have no idea how I feel. They don’t know. They don’t even care to think about the possibility of me being good. And I’m so sorry, I only did what I had to do just to keep you safe! God knows what could have happened to you!” Kai spoke and his voice began to break with the flood of emotions, but he swallowed thickly to regain himself, “Don’t you want everybody to try and trust me at least a tiny bit? Don’t you want your best friend and mother to speak differently of me? I can see that you trust me, ____, so why doubt me and switch lanes now after I saved you?”

Tears started to fall down your face as you listened to him, your heart tearing apart because of your feelings for him but also for what he has done. You just didn’t know what to say. A part of you wanted to just run inside your apartment and hide from him, but the other part of you kept telling you to stay and talk about this.

“Say something… Please” he whispered the last word. You closed your eyes for a second before they met his blue ones once again.

“Why did you protect me?”

He took your hands in his and held them tightly. You couldn’t lie to yourself in this moment, it somewhat felt so good, his hands were so soft, warm, and most importantly, you felt… safe.

“Probably because my human feelings are catching up to me really badly and I care about you. A lot”

You could feel your lip quivering in this moment, along with your own fast paced heartbeat that rang in your ears. Hell, you also could hear how Kai’s poor heart was banging, fighting to not jump out of his chest.

“Kai… But why do you care about me?”

He went silent for a moment, looking down and collecting himself before he spoke again. But this time, he spoke very quietly. Almost as if he was scared to say a word. Really scared.

“Because… I like you, ____”

The way your heart dropped in this moment was a feeling you’ve never felt before. It was so strong that it drowned out any other noises around you. You couldn’t hear anything anymore but your own heart that was thumping even harder and faster now. The way your legs went numb, the way heat flushed your entire face and the way your hands shook was nothing like you have ever experienced in your life. Did Kai Parker actually just confess to you?

Yes. Yes, he did.

“You… You like me?..”

He nodded and tilted his head slightly, his thumbs rubbing your hands soothingly.

“Kai… I like you too. But…”

His eyes lit up when you confessed. The sparkle he had in them reminded you of the galaxy that held millions of stars in it.

“But what, sweetheart?”

“If my mother finds out…”

He cleared his throat and sighed.

“I know. But listen… If we could work together, we could show everybody that I have changed. We could prove them wrong, make them believe that the Kai they knew is no longer a threat because he’s become good”

“I know, but, Kai… She’s my mom. She’s going to protest and give me one hell of a lecture if I tell her. And Cora, oh god, she’s my only friend… What if they turn on me? What if I lose them because I decided to choose to get close to you?”

“No. They won’t. Please, let me try. I’ll try my best, I’ll even make cupcakes for them!”

You licked your lips as you chuckled lightly at his food offer, and took a deep breath. You lightly grabbed Kai by the forearms and squeezed them.

“Fine. But if they leave me, I will never forgive you despite of how I feel about you. They’re the only family I’ve got left”

He nodded desperately.

“I will do everything to prove them wrong. I promise”

“I choose to believe you. Don’t mess up, Kai” you said and gave him a small smile as you let go of him and walked inside the apartment complex.

_____

Another week has passed, Kai started showing up at classes, your best friend has finally reached out and your mom finally called you to apologise. Surely, you still haven’t told them about your and Kai’s conversation from that evening in the parking lot. You’re still afraid of their reactions, but if you must, you’ll tell them. It cannot be hidden for much longer.

Everything seemed to be falling back into place, despite of all the stares people gave you and Kai, seeing how you two always talk and giggle during the breaks, go to eat lunch under the tree outside, share the same cup of coffee and give each other light smacks on the shoulders as one of you made jokes. But somehow, you didn’t care anymore. You knew that whatever the situation, they will do it regardless and try to ruin your life, but you aren’t the one to back down. You want to fight for Kai. You want to fight for the truth.

“I’m so glad the classes are over” you said with a sigh of relief, throwing your bag over the shoulder as Kai walked you out of the classroom.

“Do you want to grab a coffee or something to eat? Orrrr a drink?” he offered and you debated for a second whether to go or not, since you and Cora made plans to meet later.

“Oh. I’d really love to. But Cora is going to wait for me at the cafe, so I think we could do this in the evening? After me and her have a little girl talk. You know I cannot refuse to miss out on a drink with you on a Friday night”

Kai smiled at you, putting his hands inside the pockets of his dark grey jeans.

“Sure, sounds good to me. I hope you two have a wonderful time and I don’t become your main topic”

The smirk on his face and the eyebrow wiggle gave it away that he was teasing you, and there was nothing left to do but to push him and laugh about it.

“Oh, shut up”

“Text me when to get to your place” he said as he spread his arms and pulled you into a hug. You then both parted ways and you headed to the cafe to see your friend.

The moment you stepped inside the cafe, your eyes met Cora’s, a smile on her face that you missed so much over the time. She gave you a warm hug and told you that she already got you your coffee. She’s just the sweetest.

“You didn’t have to” you smiled as you sat down, placing your bag on the empty space next to you.

“Shh. I owe you” she smiled, “So, how’s college?”

“It’s okay, I do get tired and annoyed but I’m pushing through. Assignments have ‘ass’ in them for a reason after all”

Cora laughed at your little joke, but her smile quickly faded and she tilted her head in question.

“Hey, ____, you seem… A bit different”

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Hm? What do you mean by different?”

“Happier? You’re just glowing”

You chuckled and tucked your hair behind the ear, taking a sip of the drink. You had to quickly come up with a fake explanation, as if Kai didn’t hug you earlier and it didn’t make you all giddy.

“Maybe because… You came back and mom did too. I was just afraid you both would leave me all alone and never come back. It was terrifying”

“Oh, no, no. I was just overreacting after that night. Was a bit buzzed too. It’s all fine now. So, did you manage to catch Kai and thank him?”

You nodded.

“Well… No. At least not on the same night. He actually showed up at my parking lot the other day and… We talked about it”

Cora shifted in her seat and placed her elbows on the table. You could tell from her face, she wasn’t too pleased with it.

“And what did he say?”

You huffed. Here it goes.

“He said that he’s been having some sort of nightmares that are almost like, I don’t know, warnings? And they’re about me. That’s why he was at that bar that night. I know, sounds unrealistic, crazy, problematic, stupid… You name it. I didn’t want to believe him at first either”

She frowned.

“Nightmares?” she laughed, “god, this man is so silly”

“Cora” you shot her a serious look.

“Sweetie, he was on the verge of killing that guy” she whispered.

“But he didn’t. When I stepped in, his face changed completely. I snapped him out of it”

“So, you actually think he’s changed? Or is changing?”

You nodded, looking out the window and remembering his little sweet confession to you.

“Yes”

“Are you like, in love or something? This whole different you is making me question everything. Did something happen between you two? Anything I don’t know of that could knock me off of this seat?”

You smiled, rubbing the edges of the cup with the pads of your fingers.

“No, nothing happened. We only spoke. He’s also returned to classes and he’s the only one who’s been keeping me company on breaks. I don’t have to feel unwanted there by everybody no more. He makes the day better”

She only raised her eyebrows and sipped the coffee, sitting in silence for a minute. Cora looked pretty much pissed.

“If it makes you happy” she said with no emotions in her voice.

“Cora, I-“

“I need to get home. I’m hungry. Plus, I have to walk my dogs”

“You could get something here”

“No, no, ____. Not the food-kind hungry” she whispered to you as she got up and grabbed the coffee cup on her way out.

Closing your eyes, you could tell how much Cora was against Kai. Even after you told her what happened. How can you make everyone believe in him? He has been trying to prove them wrong but people just seem to stick to their same old beliefs. It’s a tough cookie to crack, but you’re very sure that soon things will change. You just need a little bit more time. And you know that it’s not going to be easy, but you are more than ready to put up a fight.

_____

When Kai saw you come out of the apartment complex, he was left absolutely speechless. The black satin dress you wore made him feel a clutch in his stomach, a feeling that was new to him, something that made him wonder if this reaction is positive or negative. But when he realised he thought in his mind that you looked jaw dropping, Kai knew it was one hell of a positive emotion. The jewelry you wore brought your eyes out, and the way your hair was done reminded him of a goddess. And indeed, you were one.

“Wow” he whispered under his breath as you approached him. He didn’t look too bad himself : a white shirt combined with a black jacket, a pair of charcoal jeans with black boots was just enough to make your heart pound. If you think about it, he didn’t really wear anything too fancy, yet, it had such an effect on you. Plus, the silver rings on his fingers. Now that could make you trip and fall if you stared for too long.

“Hey” you smiled, biting your lip as you felt all shy because of how good Kai looked.

You both stood there in silence for a moment, Kai’s mouth open, but no words coming out yet.

You giggled.

“Hm, Kai?”

“Hey, you look… Insanely beautiful” he barely got these words out. Never has he ever seen a woman this pretty in a dress. Not that you’re not beautiful in your usual everyday clothes, but this dress just hugs your curves so well that it’s hard to believe you’re real.

“Thank you. You look super handsome. You should wear black jackets more often”

“Thank you. If I knew you’d be dressed this fancy I would’ve digged a tuxedo outta my closet”

The both of you exchanged laughter before silence stood between you both once again.

“Um…”

“Yeah, uh, let’s go to the Mystic Grill” Kai smiled awkwardly and digged his hands in his pockets. It’s actually adorable, at least in your opinion. Well, not like anyone else’s opinion matters at this point. He’s dressed up for you, no one else.

The walk to the Mystic Grill didn’t take too long, considering it’s only a few minutes away from you. As soon as you walked inside you both took a seat in front of the bar, ordering yourselves some drinks. The place was pretty crowded, some nice calm music was playing in the background, chatter between people mixed in with the melodies. You loved it here.

“Did I tell you that you look so damn handsome yet?” you smiled at Kai, placing your elbow on the hard wood and resting your jaw into your palm.

“Heck, you could tell me that as many times as you want” he chuckled and licked his lips.

The bartender came with the drinks and placed them in front of you.

“Here are your drinks. By the way, you, young lady, look gorgeous” and he also sent you a wink.

“Oh, thank you” you gave him a kind smile and took a sip of the cocktail.

“Looks like I’m gonna have to deal with that again” Kai said as he drank his shot in one go. You frowned and chuckled.

“Ah, come on. Relax. I’m here with you, not for anyone to flirt with me and snatch me away. And that was just a compliment, poeple do that when they see someone attractive. Out of kindness”

Kai shrugged his shoulders and sighed, ordering another shot of bourbon.

“Kai?”

“Mhm?” he responded, but with no eye contact this time.

“Look at me”

He turned his head at you.

“Yes?”

“If you think I’m going to let random guys flirt with me, you’re wrong. If I say thank you it doesn’t mean I’m flirting back. Chill”

“Okay, okay. Sorry, sweets” he smiled.

You smiled back and took another sip of your drink.

A few hours passed by and both of you were pretty tipsy, but not wasted, so you both decided to go outside to get some fresh air. You leaned against the cold wall and just stared at Kai without saying a single word. God, he looks so hot right now, you found it hard to believe this man was actually real. A little bit of facial hair made him look ever more manly and sexy, and the two buttons of his white shirt undone just took your mind elsewhere. The urge to kiss him was so bad that you could barely fight it back.

“What?” he smirked, cocking his head to the side.

“You know, I just cannot help but wonder if there’s another female thirsting over you right now”

“What do you mean?”

“I saw a couple of girls staring at you back there” you smiled, nodding your head at the bar.

“Oh, look who’s being an overthinker now”

“Just saying”

Kai then stepped closer to you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. He kind of stumbles, but recovers fast, just laughing it off knowing it’s the alcohol to blame. Or maybe it’s you playing a part in this, too. He’s mesmerized by your beauty, he cannot help it but let his eyes wander down to your lips, then back to your eyes. Every single part of his body is fighting back the urge to do something ; he doesn’t know what that even is. He just wants to get closer and lay his lips on yours. And there goes the clutch in his stomach again, just like earlier when he first saw you in that dress.

“You look so pretty” he says quietly, but loud enough for you to hear.

“You look so handsome” you say back, placing your palms on his chest. His heart is beating so quickly, but so is yours. But somehow, you still cannot find the courage inside to lean in and kiss him.

“I think we need more drinks” you say and he nods, placing a hand around your waist as he walks you back inside the bar. The way his hand held you so firmly made you feel thousands of emotions at once, you felt so good, so alive, and so safe that you wished this feeling never ended. No one has ever made you feel this way. You did not want to lose Kai. At all.

After you both had more drinks, the bartender just kept on shooting glances at you, throwing a smile, a wink, and a compliment after a compliment. At this point, Kai was beginning to feel some kind of an emotion that he didn’t know what it was. He wanted to absolutely smack the heck out of that bartender but at the same time to hold back and simply show you’re his date non-verbally. And so he chose the latter.

His hand found its way on your thigh, rubbing it slightly. He watched as your eyes widened and your lips parted, wanting to say something, to comment on his move.

“Should I even ask why you’re doing this right now?”

“No” he shook his head, eyes like glass and cheeks with a slight tint of red, his lips forming into a small smile.

“Jealousy” you said, placing your hand atop of his that rested on your thigh.

Kai frowned.

“Is that what I’m feeling?”

“Yes, dork. You’re being jealous that he’s flirting with me. But don’t worry, as I told you already, I have zero interest in flirting back”

“Then the hundred’s on me?”

“Absolutely” you nodded and finished your drink. Kai gave you a slight smirk as his eyes found the floor. His head hung low, but the next song that came on made him look back up, straight into your eyes.

“Come dance with me” he said.

“Always a yes” you replied and let him grab your hand, leading you to the dancefloor that was built for the weekend at this bar.

At first, both of you hesitated to do anything, but eventually, Kai’s hands found their way around your waist. You rested your forearms around his neck, the skinship making you melt inside. Your faces were just inches away, and the temptation was growing within seconds. Your eyes were running back and forth between Kai’s eyes and lips, and so did his. His hands slowly rocked your hips to the rhythm now, unbeknownst to him it wasn’t your waist anymore. It just happened naturally, and you knew that this is the Kai Parker that people should know. Gentle, a little jealous, protective, funny, a little lost, but working his way through. Seeing him like this made you so happy. He was breaking out of his shell.

“Kai”

“Yes, baby?”

Baby. He just called you baby. You could not believe the word that just left his mouth.

“Baby…” you bit your lip, “can I just say that you are doing so well? You’re doing so much better everyday, you’ve shown me how great of a man you really are. I’m so, so, so proud of you, Malachai”

“That… name” he suddenly broke the eye contact, but his hands still remained where they were.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-“

“Shut up” he whispered and leaned in closer, kissing you gently but with so much passion that you couldn’t tell if all of this was real and wasn’t just some hungover dream. His grip on you tightened and your fingers found their way into the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly as your tongues danced together. The euphoria you felt in this moment is one to remember. His lips felt so soft, warm, and the taste of bourbon lingering on them only made you more dizzy, but in a good way.

“I love it” he murmurs as he pulls away, letting you know that you have the permission to say his full name without making him feel any negative emotions. You said it unconciously, it just slipped out. But now, knowing that Kai actually accepts it, your heart and soul are at peace.

“Say it again” he dared you.

“Malachai”

“Fuck” he hissed before his lips met yours again, this time the kiss becoming more aggressive and intense. You couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling, it felt like paradise. You swore you melted into the kiss and lost yourself in it for a moment. But only for a moment.

The bar was about to close.

“Hey, lovebirds, we’re about to close” the bartender announced, ripping you two apart.

“Oh, shit. We gotta go” you said, grabbing Kai’s hand and intertwining your fingers, leading him out as you said goodbye to the bartender.

“Did we just really spend the whole night here drinking?” Kai asked as you two walked down the street.

“Yes. Well, not just drinking”

“And dancing”

“And making out” you added in the end.

“That… Yeah” Kai smiled to himself, and looked down at your intertwined hands.

“How-“

“That’s what couples do. They hold hands like that, Kai” you smiled at him, swinging the locked pair of hands.

“Ah… Couples?”

You swallowed thickly.

“Yeah. Couples. People who are in relationships”

“Rela- No, forget it. I’ve consumed a bit too much of alcohol. Leave this explanation for another day”

You chuckled and wrapped your other hand around his bicep.

“Okay”

_____

You were paying a visit to your mom, helping her with painting the kitchen walls, since she’s decided to renew her house a little bit. She was cheerful, happy to see you back home where you grew up. You couldn’t hide the excitement either, the nostalgia washed over you the second you pulled up to the house. You spent twenty years here, so many memories left behind that you’ll cherish forever. Sure there were things that didn’t go well, she tried to protect you from getting turned, got hurt in the process and barely made it, but she lived. She knew how hard it would be for you to live as a vampire, she didn’t want it, neither for you, nor for herself. Yet, it happened. That one night she nearly lost her life, she watched her daughter get bit and killed, and it left her powerless and weak against none other than Kol Mikaelson. He was evil. You didn’t know exactly why he targeted your family, but he did what he wanted to do. Partly. Because someone came to rescue just on time to save your mom from getting bitten too.

Thankfully, when his brother Klaus found out about Kol’s dirty work, he kicked his ass real bad and you haven’t seen any of the originals return to town ever since. It’s even better if Kol’s no longer roaming this earth anymore, but you can’t really be sure about that.

You’ll never forget nor forget that night of horror. You’ll never forgive Kol.

But you’ll never know who saved your mother from death.

“Darling, you should rest for a little. Sit down, here’s some tea for you” your mom patted your shoulder, a white cup in her hand.

“Thank you” you smiled, taking a seat in the living room, sipping the tea she’s made.

“I heard from Cora you’ve been seeing someone” your mom gave you a look of curiosity.

Your eyes widened in fear. Did she tell your mom about Kai? Heck, hopefully she didn’t say it was him.

“Um, yeah, kind of”

“So who’s the lucky man?” she gave you a warm smile, sitting next you.

“Mom” you giggled, “we’re not that serious” you tried your best to talk about it, knowing what the outcome could be. Though you did want her to know and at least try to understand.

“Oh, come on, ____, spill the beans! I’m more than happy to hear about it all”

“Well… We go to the same college, and since no one else talks to me there, he’s the only one who does. My time there passes by with good emotions, because I know that on every break, he’ll find me and chat with me”

She pouted, grabbing your hand and rubbing it soothingly.

“I’m so glad to hear that, honey. Is he the same age as you?”

“It’s uh… We are a couple of years apart”

In this moment you prayed she didn’t catch on. That’s if she knows Kai’s age, because most people do.

“Not so much” she nodded, “Is he good to you?”

Your heart sank, and you looked at her with the happiest smile on your face.

“He’s very good to me”

“Is he also one of you?”

“No. Well, he’s also a part of the supernatural” now, you really knew that this could be an easy giveaway.

“Is he a werewolf?”

“He’s um” you bit your lip, “a witch” you quickly redeemed yourself in hopes of escaping the awkwardness. You knew Kai was a heretic, not just a simple witch.

“Oh wow, well, at least he’s not one of those people who hate the supernaturals. Imagine he was a human and found out and then ran away”

You giggled.

“I know. Would be a disaster”

“Describe him to me, I really want to know what your love interest looks like”

She just keeps asking more and more. This could end up so badly if she comes to the main point. But you felt ready, no matter how much it scared you. She’ll know sooner or later anyway, right?

“He’s tall, really handsome, like, super handsome,” you chuckled, cheeks turning red with blush, “he’s got dark brown hair, ocean blue eyes. And his smile, mom, it’s magical”

She giggled, squeezing your hand with excitement.

“He must be really good looking to have you talk like this. What’s his name?”

Oh no.

You hesitated for a second, but deep down you knew it’s now or never. You opened your mouth to speak, his name almost escaping your lips, but it didn’t. Your phone that was right in front of you both on the table, began ringing.

His name was on display. And your mom saw it. Her hand immediately left yours.

“Don’t tell me-“

“Mom, please”

“Why do you have Kai Parker’s number?”

You pressed your lips together and grabbed your phone to answer, dodging your mom’s question.

“Hey” you said.

“Hi, love”

“Speaker. Now” your mom mouthed to you, and you had no other choice but to listen. You put Kai on speaker, letting him know your mom is here right next to you.

“Hi, Ms. _____” he greeted.

“Kai Parker. Hello. What’s your business with my daughter?”

You shook your head in disbelief. This isn’t going well.

“She’s very lovely. And she’s helping me a lot, dare I say, she’s brought feelings out of me that I’ve never felt before. I need to say thank you for having such a wonderful daughter”

Your mom sighed.

“He’s going to hurt you, ____”

“No, mom. He won’t. How many times we’ve talked and went out, he hasn’t laid a single finger on me. He even protected me one night at the bar when some dude tried coming up on me”

She frowned. You couldn’t understand what she was thinking. Was she mad? Was she trying to understand?

“I actually did” Kai added.

“I still cannot trust you, Malachai”

Did she just?..

“Mom-“

“It’s okay, ____” he spoke from the other line.

“If you hurt her, I will make sure you return to the prison world, but this time, with no loopholes or chances to come back. Mark that in your book” your mom said and took your phone, pressing the red button to end the call.

You didn’t realise but you were crying. The salty tears ran down your cheeks and dripped down on your legs.

“Listen. He’s a sociopath. Do you really think I can trust him after all he’s done? He’s danger to you, dear”

You shook your head no.

“If you don’t trust him, then at least trust me! Trust in me that I’m changing him for good! I fell for him because deep down, I knew there’s good in him, mom. And it sucks so damn much that nobody understands me, it hurts me to the bone that I have to fight so hard to show everyone that Kai is worth a second chance!” you spoke through your tears, anger taking over you to the point the cup in your hands started to crack and eventually broke.

“For you, I’ll try. I’ll really try, honey. I just don’t want to see you hurt and in pain. But keep in your mind that one wrong step and I’ll make sure he’s not coming back”

“He’s staying” you said strictly, running off to your childhood bedroom. You cried hard into the pillow for what felt like an eternity. It was so hard to pull yourself together. You wanted nothing more than to have Kai in your arms right now, tell him how much you care and how much you’re willing to try to prove everybody that he’s not evil anymore. Because he isn’t.

You heard your room door creak as your mom came inside, your phone in her hand.

“Hey. Kai has called you ten times already. I think you should call back” she said calmly as she placed your phone on the nightstand. You didn’t answer, laying curled up in a ball, begging for her to leave your room in your head.

As soon as she did, you took your phone and called Kai back.

“Hey, is everything okay?” he asked as soon as he picked up.

“Hey. We argued… She still doesn’t trust you. But she said she’ll try for me”

“It’s alright. It’ll take time”

“I just wish she knew how happy you make me and how good you really are. It breaks my heart, Kai, I really don’t want you to go back to prison world”

He smiled, even though you couldn’t see it.

“I won’t. I promise you I’ll be here. I’m not going anywhere”

“Good. Because if you’re gone, I won’t be able to keep going”

“Shhh. I told you, I’m not leaving you. We’re both in this, okay? Together”

“Okay. Both you and me” you finally smiled.

“By the way, text me your mom’s adress”

“Hm? Why?”

He chuckles.

“Cupcakes, remember?”

“Oh!” you giggled, “Alright, will do”

_____

The other day, Kai made some cupcakes and delivered them at your mom’s doorstep. Though he himself decided to leave as soon as he put the box down on he mat. He wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to randomly show up unnanounced and alone. It’s better if he meets her with you by his side.

Your mom opened the door, but nobody was in sight, and as soon as she was about to close it, her eyes fell on the little box. She questioned it, but picked it up and brought it inside. Opening it, she found a little note along with cupcakes that looked super delicious. At first she thought it might have been you, or Cora, but once the note was flipped over to be read, the handwriting wasn’t anyone’s that she knows.

The note read :

Hi, Ms. _____. Consider this a little gift for you before I meet you eye to eye. I hope you like them. Kai Parker.

She furrowed her eyebrows, but they slowly went back to their usual position and her mouth curved into a small smile.

“Do you think she’s going to accept them?”

“I know she will. There’s a small hope I have that she’s going to start building trust for you”

Kai smiled as his hands rested on your hips while you sat on the kitchen counter.

You decided to invite him to your apartment for the night. Wanting to spend some time alone with him gave you the idea to do this. You wanted no interruptions, no people to give you stares, no one to bother your sweet time together.

“Hey, don’t you think it would be nice if we went to the town party?” Kai asked, his hand finding its way to cup your cheek.

“I thought you were the one who refused?”

He huffed.

“Well, I changed my mind. Take it as a challenge - anyone dares to threaten you, I won’t do anything stupid except shoot them a death stare and simply carry on to party with you”

“And you don’t mind my mom and best friend being there?”

He shook his head as he gently stroked your cheek.

“I think it’s the perfect opportunity to prove myself”

“Then I think we should definitely go” you leaned into his palm, wrapping your hand around his forearm, your thumb dancing back and forth on his skin.

“And the perfect opportunity for me to throw my black tuxedo on” he added, making you blush like crazy. You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start. I might faint even at the thought of it”

“Can’t wait to catch you falling tomorrow, then” Kai leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a slow but full of love kiss. Everytime he kissed you, you felt butterflies go nuts in your stomach, every part of your body felt electrified.

“Sweetheart, you’re shaking”

“Oh, don’t break a sweat. It’s the Kai Parker effect” you whispered the last sentence that left him laughing out loud.

“God, you drive me crazy” he snickered, pulling you into another sweet kiss.

As the kiss grew more and more intense, both of you soon found yourselves breathing heavily, gasping for air in between the kisses. You couldn’t help but feel an ache in between your legs, needing something to touch you down there. With each second passing by, the desire only became stronger. You moaned into the kiss, immediately making Kai pull away and look into your eyes.

“Is everything okay, baby?”

“Y-yes, you just feel so good” you spoke in between breaths, watching as his eyes filled with lust, his grip on your body becoming tighter.

He didn’t answer. You didn’t know what ran through his mind, you had no idea what he was going to do next. There was also fear that you might’ve crossed the line with telling him that. But in just a moment, his lips were back where they were before, but this time finding their way down to your exposed neck. It felt so amazing that you couldn’t keep it together and let out a whimper, your hands on his chest, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asked, looking into your eyes with heavy lids. You nodded to confirm that you want to continue and Kai wasted no time to get back into it. But he was taking a little too long and you couldn’t wait any longer. Your hands tugged on the belt that he wore paired up with his jeans.

“Take it off” you begged.

“As you wish, baby” Kai gave you another wet kiss on your collarbone before he unbuckled the belt and pushed the jeans down to his thighs. Meanwhile you took your shirt off and tossed it to the ground, revealing your breasts that were hugged perfectly in the lace bra. Kai couldn’t hold back and started to kiss your hardened nipples through the fabric, biting them lightly to hear a moan fall from your lips.

It only drove him more crazy than he already was, and he couldn’t wait any longer, he did not want to waste another minute. You watched as Kai pulled away and his hands pushed your skirt up, cold breeze hitting your core as he ripped your panties off. You gasped as he did it, witnessing something completely unexpected from him.

“No worries, princess, it’s just a piece of fabric” he smirked as he undid your bra and threw it away. You thought it was a little unfair that you were only left in a skirt and Kai was still fully clothed.

“And this piece of fabric is blocking my view”

You ripped his shirt off and pulled him closer, kissing him as your hands started pulling down his boxers along with the jeans. Kai helped you out and kicked it off with his feet.

He stood before you, completely naked, out of breath and so turned on by you that it kind of hurt. It was impossible to resist him. His muscular arms made you curse under your nose, you could not get enough of the sight in front of you. Eventually, your eyes fell to his rock hard length that was leaking with precum, and you couldn’t wait to feel it inside of you.

Kai grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, his fingers snaking under the skirt as his thumb met your pulsating core.

“Fuck” you whimpered, pulling Kai in with your hands around his neck, your faces so close you felt each others hot breaths tickle the skin.

“I so love to hear those sounds you make, keep ‘em coming” he groaned, slowly plunging two fingers inside you, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. You could not hold it any longer.

“F-fuck, Malachai”

“My god. Say it again, please”

“Malachai” it came out as the hottest sound he’s ever heard before, he never knew his full name that he hated so much could make him feel this way one day. But here you were, calling it and making Kai fall in love with you even more.

His fingers left your core and he took his length in his hand, stroking it before his tip pushed against your folds.

“Please” you cried out.

Kai huffed and inserted himself in you slowly, stretching your walls that were pulsating with need. You threw your head back in pleasure, your nails now digging into his back. He hissed at the feeling but he loved it. He actually didn’t even mind if there were going to be marks left after tonight.

He started to pick up the pace, the skin slapping against one another filled the room and it echoed. You both were moaning from the pleasure, holding each other tightly as your bodies collided and started to coat with a layer of sweat. Kai’s hand found its way around your neck and you never thought he had that in him. But you loved it and it turned you on a lot. The way his fingers pressed the sides of your neck sent shivers down your spine, he was just perfect at doing that.

Soon enough Kai was at such fast pace that his rough thrusts made you lose yourself and you buried your face into his neck, biting the skin with your fangs that made him groan. But not in pain. It was pleasant.

“I’m going to cum, Malachai” you moaned into his ear, feeling your legs tremble and the knot in your stomach tightening with each thrust.

“Fuck, me too” Kai whined as he gripped your face, holding you so close as he became sloppy, leaning his forehead against yours as he kissed you.

Within seconds, the both of you came hard, your body was jolting and your back was arching, breasts brushing against his chest as Kai fucked you through your orgasm. He filled you up and stopped moving eventually, so now it was just you both catching your breaths.

“I fucking love you” he confessed.

“I fucking love you more,” you smiled, “but I’m afraid I might need your help to come down”

“I’ll carry you to the shower, baby. I got you” he pecked your lips, pulled out and picked you up bridal position as he brought you to the bathroom.

“Mind if I join?” he asked, standing with a smile across his face.

“Not at all”

_____

The town party took place in a big mansion, which was already very crowded when you arrived. Once you stepped in after the owner allowed you to, you looked around to see where champagne was being served. You found it on the table and poured yourself a glass, loving the taste of it.

“Hey!” Cora greeted you with open arms, a big smile on her face as she hugged you tight.

“Hi! You look insanely beautiful”

“Look who’s talking” she snickered, pouring herself a glass of champagne.

“Anyone to keep you company tonight?”

“Of course, he should be-“ you were ready to tell her who was going to join you, but your eyes met his from across the room. Your breath hitched at the sight - Kai in his black tuxedo. It was hard to keep shit together in this moment, you never thought anyone could look this good in a suit. And the first two buttons undone of the white shirt he wore? The absolute death wish.

“Scratch that. He's already here” you said, placing the glass down as you watched Kai approach you.

“Hi” he smirked, placing a kiss on your cheek, his hand on the small of your back. He then turned to Cora.

“Hello” she greeted him, trying her best to hold back any negative comments.

“Hey. You must be Cora?”

“Yeah”

“I’m Kai. Nice to meet you”

“Nice to meet you too” you could tell, she was for sure faking her smile. Come on, Cora, he’s not going to cause any problems.

“I think I should head upstairs, I heard there’s some good food there. If you’ll excuse me”

“Of course, I’ll find you later” you smiled at her, watching her walk away in such a hurry. Hopefully she’ll change her mind in the near time, it sucks having to see your best friend avoid your boyfriend at any given moment.

“So, where’s the part where you faint and I have to catch you?” Kai asked, grinning at you as he stood very close to you.

“You’re late on that. I already died a thousand times from the second you walked in” you batted your eyelashes at him, glancing at his lips for a moment.

“You really want me to lose control, don’t you?” Kai whispered in your ear. You cleared your throat as his low tone sent shivers down your body. That’s another thing that you were totally obsessed with - his voice. You could listen to him talk all day and night.

“I could ask you the same, James Bond”

He laughed, grabbing the glass from your hand and taking a sip. Your brows furrowed.

“Hey, that’s my gla-“

“What’s yours is mine” he teased, giving you the drink back.

“Quit with the teasing already. We just came here”

“Fine, fine. Do you want to go get some food?”

You nodded and grabbed his hand, walking to another room that had a table full of all kinds of food and snacks.

“Chocolate covered strawberries, classic” you gasped as you took one and had a bite. It was fresh and tasted amazing.

“Aaaand, no cupcakes” Kai complained but it only made you giggle at his silly comment.

“You sound like a little kid right now. Seriously, cupcakes at a party? Be more fancy than that”

Kai picked up some whipped cream off of the cake that was in the middle of the table. Your eyes widened.

“Malachai! You can’t do that!”

“Oooh, love hearing that name. Be careful with it though, darling” he smirked as he picked up a chocolate covered strawberry, eating it as he locked eyes with you.

“Oh, you’re here!” heads turned as your mom walked in the room. You did not expect her here at all.

“Mom?”

“Hi, sweetheart” she gave you a warm hug and then, Kai walked over to you, standing aside as he greeted your mom.

“You’re the one who sent me the cupcakes, right? I want to say thank you, Kai. It was such a sweet gesture from you. But you still have to work your way to my heart” she gave him a smile, cocking her head to the side as she raised her eyebrows.

“Was me. You’re more than welcome, Ms. _____. Well, that was one of the small good things I could do. Had to start off somewhere”

“I hope you continue to do so. You know our deal” she said as she nodded lightly at him.

“I promise, she’s safe with me” Kai reassured her, wrapping a hand around your waist as he looked at you.

About an hour passed and you wanted to get outside to have a walk in the fresh air. Kai agreed with you and you both escaped the crowded building.

“Your mom is so kind, I already like her a lot” Kai spoke first.

“If you already think she’s kind with the smallest interaction you had, just wait until you get to know her even better. She’s the kindest soul out there. I’m very happy to have such a good mother”

“And you look just like her”

You giggled.

“Thank you. I gotta thank her too for the good genes”

“I might as well”

“You know, I think we did the right thing coming here tonight. Look at you bonding with my mom. She seems to be more and more accepting, I’m really glad we got past the point of her saying no to us being together”

Kai’s eyes lit up, he felt so happy that there was finally some progress regarding gaining trust. It was all he’s wanted ever since he first laid eyes on you. He knew it was going to be a tough battle, but he chose to fight and leave the past behind. And it’s even easier with you by his side, because he knows that you’ll stand up for him no matter what the circumstances are. You are both warriors in this case.

Kai suddenly stopped walking and took your hands in his, looking deeply into your eyes as he stood like that for a little while until he finally spoke.

“You know, I’m so thankful. I have you and you literally changed me for the better. I never thought I could be like this. I never believed I could be changed. I might have done so many horrible things before, taken so many innocent lives, but it’s not me. It was the broken, lost and unwanted kid who only ever deserved to be loved and accepted. Nobody could give that to me because nobody liked me. Not even my own father. And if you told the old me that one day I’ll be in love, he would’ve only laughed and probably burned your house down later just for fun while eating pork rind. That’s just how I was. A total mess in the head who never cared about anyone but himself. But now, I care about you, about your mother, even about your best friend. About people. And I owe it all to you”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard him talk like this. Your heart was aching for him. It was hurting you knowing that this man right in front of you never had the love he deserved. In your eyes, he was the most imperfect-perfect person who made you feel alive.

“I am so sorry that you had to go through all that shit. But I promise you, I’m never going to leave you. I’ll be by your side at all times, Kai. I’ll give you all the love that you were supposed to receive throughout all the years. You’re never getting rid of me” you smiled through the tears, watching as his eyes turned red and got all watery. Kai couldn’t help but sniffle as he began to cry.

But unfortunately for you both, someone interrupted your special moment by appearing out of the blue.

“If he won’t, then I will”

Kol. Bloody. Mikaelson.

“Kol?! Why are you here?” you asked as you clung onto Kai, gritting your teeth at the enemy that stood tall not too far from you.

“Well, I figured why not ruin another beautiful night for you and take something from you? You see, all these years Klaus held me daggered in the coffin, but thanks to my mother, who’s unfortunately dead again, I’m baaaack!” he sang the last two words as he took a few steps forward - closer to you.

“You should have stayed in that damn coffin and rotted in it! You turned me into a vampire, almost killed my mother and yet, it’s still not enough for you? Get your shit together, Kol, you are not hurting anyone else that I care about” the anger inside of you made your blood boil, you could not believe that this was happening right now. There is no way in hell he’s laying a single finger on anybody.

“Oh, come on, I’ve missed you. Really needed to pay a visit and make this party even more fun” he laughed, raising his hands in the air.

“Did you not hear her? You are not hurting anybody!” Kai finally stepped in, his voice full of anger that had him clench his jaw as he stared coldly at Kol.

“Who are you again? Ma… Malachai Parker? Hmm. Cannot quite recognise you, seems you have flipped your personality upside down for this girl. Bonus points for the facial hair”

You snarled at him.

“Don’t ever call him that again”

Kol scratched the back of his head and shrugged.

“Nevermind that. I’m here to do some business, so, let’s not waste any more time and get to it, shall we?”

“Whatever the hell you’ve got on your to-do list, it’s not happening” Kai took a step closer to him, leaving you standing behind his back.

“Pfft,” Kol rolled his eyes, “the hell are you gonna do about it? Punch me? Veeery heroic”

You could hear how much Kai’s heart was pounding and how fast his blood was pumping through the veins. You were so freaking scared, you knew how strong Kol was, and the last thing you wanted was for something tragic to happen.

“I swear I will rip your empty heart out, pack it up nicely and send it to your family with the biggest ‘Congratulations! Your least favorite son is dead for good’ written on a big ass note”

Kol’s laughter rang outside once again. That was more than annoying.

“Awh, you can’t be any funnier than this! You should become a comedian. Oh, wait, don’t sweat it. You’ll be dead soon enough”

Kai’s eyes darkened, his irises growing bigger. His chest was rising up and down intensively.

“You are not killing him!” you shouted out loud, veins visible under your eyes.

“What’s going on here?!” heads were turned as you saw Cora and your mother coming in a hurry.

“Kol?!” your mother stopped in her tracks when she recognised the man. She grew furious at the sight of him. He’s supposed to be dead.

“Oh, hello there, mom. Surprised you are still alive”

“I’m more alive than you are” she snapped back.

“I see I got quite a few choices here, but who shall I play with?… Hm. I think I should use this opportunity to do what I couldn’t quite do before. Ms. ____, you’re up first”

“Not on my fucking watch” Kai hissed and punched Kol in the face, but Kol did not hesitate and fought him back. They kept on throwing punch after punch at each other, but neither seemed to hear you screaming and begging to stop. There was a lot of blood. Kai’s hands and his white shirt were covered in it.

“Look at you, little heretic, fighting me like a teenager” Kol groaned at him as he tried to grab Kai by the collar, but knowing his abilities, Kai chanted a spell that sent the other male flying to the nearest tree. And Kai wasn’t done just yet. He walked up to the bastard and chanted another spell that left Kol screaming in pain, grabbing onto the tree, the grass, and his clothes. The amount of power Kai had wasn’t anything close to what the original vampire expected before he came back.

“Who’s fighting like a teenager now, huh?” Kai spat at him as he intensified the spell and it made Kol’s skin burn as if a bucket of vervain got poured onto him.

“Kai, you’re going to kill him!” you yelled out, worried that things could go wrong. But he made you a promise, and it’s Kai, so you still had trust in him regardless of the hatred towards Kol.

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I’ll just make him suffer the way your mother did that night” Kai stated, lifting Kol up against the tree and dropping him on the ground, frying his skin and making his head ring.

“Wait! How does he know what happened to me?” your mom shot you a glance, not able to grasp on what Kai meant by that.

“Yeah, I haven’t told him about it…” you said, looking back and forth between Cora, your mom and Kai.

He then stopped using magic on Kol for a moment, turning around to face all three of you. Kai licked his lips and his eyes welled up with tears again.

“Because I was the one who saved her”

“Malachai…” your voice broke. It was hard to grasp the situation, but it all made sense. Kai returned to Mystic Falls as soon as he broke free from the prison world. It was a chaotic return for him, the whole merge with Luke changed some things. And it changed Kai, too. When he first saw you at the park, listening to music with your eyes closed, something sparked inside of him. He just couldn’t help but feel the need to get to know you. It was hard to understand why he felt like that, but it was just like a magnet. And then, Kol Mikaelson happened. Kai stepped in and saved your mom. And the reason why she didn’t see who saved her was because she was on the verge of passing out and dying, her vision was nowhere close to clear. It was blurry and dim. And once Kai healed her, he left. He then started going to college, he carefully observed you, secretly watched out for you and wanted to approach you. Yet he wasn’t able to get the courage until he began having those nightmares that eventually brought him to the bar that night. Even if he pulled a stupid move by having someone alert him about your whereabouts. It was all that he needed to finally do something more than just say hello before classes. It was all that he needed to begin this journey. A journey to the new Kai Parker. A boy, who after years of suffering finally found someone who’ll love him for an eternity.

“You… saved… me?” your mothers voice cracked as she bursted into tears, Cora following right after.

“Yes” Kai gave her a little smile, knowing that this is the moment that’ll change their view on him entirely. He doesn’t have to be scared or doubtful anymore. He could see it in their eyes - they trusted him now.

“Oh my god” you smiled through the tears, your heart fluttering as you finally found out the truth.

All of you got lost in the moment and forgot about Kol who was slowly getting back on his feet.

But, to your surprise, another familiar face made himself known as he broke the silence.

“I would like to apologise for my stupid brother’s behavior. He’s just as problematic as you know” it was Klaus. Hopefully this time he’ll get Kol and never ever let him come looking for you again.

You swallowed thickly.

“Please, just get him out of here. I want him nowhere near me or my family OR Kai for as long as we are alive”

Klaus quickly pulled a dagger out and drove it through Kol’s heart, his skin turning blue as he faded away. He picked him up and threw him over his shoulder, giving you a nod before leaving.

You smiled in victory, running to Kai and pulling him into the tightest hug ever. He kissed your lips and smiled back at you.

“I love you, Malachai”

“I love you too”

Cora and your mom exchanged looks before coming closer and giving Kai hugs. He didn’t expect this, but now that it happened he was sure that finally, they know you were right this whole time. He’s a good man. He’s worthy of love. He’s worthy of family.

“Sorry I doubted you” Cora said as she held your moms hand in hers.

“I am too” your mom added.

“It’s alright. All that matters to me now is that all of us are safe and alive. So, when’s the family dinner?”

Your mom chuckled at Kai’s sudden question.

“Come tomorrow at seven. I’ll gladly accept you to join us”

“And I’ll be very honored to be there”