#;;I ignore most texts- let's talk face to face (IC)

[moonstruckme]

request for Remus x reader, or poly!marauders x reader - A reader who seems more dominant in everyday life (managing group projects, generally independent, being a leader, etc.) maybe she's an older sibling or has parents that aren't all that responsible so she's had to take on that role.

But she settles into a more submissive energy with her partner(s) because she feels safe to do so, and lets them take charge. sorry if that's too specific! I hope it makes sense

no stress if this isn't your jam <3

Soft dom Rem you will always be famous <3 Thanks for requesting lovely!

modern au

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 651 words

“No, yeah, I think that’s a good idea.” You flash your boyfriend a terse smile as you come in the door, phone held between your face and your shoulder. Remus steps forward to take your bag from you, and you mouth a thanks as you set down your keys. “That sounds like it would work fairly easily with my current plan, I wouldn’t mind incorporating that. No—of course—no worries, I appreciate your help.”

Remus starts to ease you out of your jacket, and it’s a struggle to keep from sighing at the casual care in his touch as you continue talking to the person on the other line. “Okay, are you free to meet on Thursday to finalize things?” You listen. Nod. “Perfect. I’ll get in contact with the others and figure out a time that works.” 

Remus hangs your jacket over a chair and goes to sit on the couch, motioning for you to follow. You make a gesture for one second and take your planner from your bag, grabbing a pen and taking the cap off with your teeth. “So you definitely can’t do after four? No, that’s cool, I’m just making sure.” You scribble down a couple of time ranges. “I’ll get back to you with what the others say. Okay, thanks! Talk soon.” 

You end the call with a sigh, leaving your planner faceup on the table so you’ll remember to call the others later. Remus waits until you’re looking at him before patting his thigh. 

Something unravels in you as you walk over to him obediently, settling yourself in his lap. 

“Hi,” you say, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and laying your head on his shoulder. 

“Hi.” A bit of bemusement makes its way into Remus’ tone at your obvious relief. He rests a hand on the small of your back. “Long day, sweetheart?” 

You hum. “Not bad. I just have this headache that won’t go away, so that made it feel longer.” 

Remus tuts, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your head protectively. “Why’s that, hm?” 

“Dunno,” you exhale, snuggling into him. “It’s getting better already, though.” 

“Hm.” He sounds dissatisfied. A second later, he’s holding you securely to his back, tipping you both forward as he reaches for the coffee table. You hear ice clinking. “Drink this.” 

Reluctantly, you take your face from his shoulder to accept the water bottle. It’s his, nearly full and ice cold. Remus strokes your hair as you sip from it, eyes soft with approval. 

“That’s enough managing people for today,” he says, not unkindly. “You’ve already done most of the work, you can send a text and let them coordinate their own meeting time.” 

You frown, taking your lips from the water bottle. “I would, but they’ll never actually respond if it’s in a group chat. Nobody replies if I don’t message them individually.” 

“They’ll have to figure it out.” He shrugs insouciantly. 

You feel your eyebrows pinch, another argument rising to your tongue, but it evaporates when Remus wraps a long-fingered hand around your jaw. 

He tilts your chin up towards him. “They shouldn’t need you to take care of everything in order for it to get done,” he says sternly. “If they start calling you again tonight, I want you to send them to voicemail. Understand?” 

“Yes,” you reply automatically, and Remus releases your chin as you sigh, letting you ignore the water bottle for a minute so you can fold yourself back into him. 

“Good.” He turns his head into yours, kissing your temple. “You were never going to get rid of this headache if you let them keep pestering you all night, dove. They’re like flies.” You laugh a little, and Remus scratches at your scalp rewardingly. “You can text them in a little bit. Let’s just stay here for a minute, yeah? Try to get you relaxed.”

[meangirls-imagines]

Hi. A request here (ignore it it's breaking any of your rules).

I was thinking of Regina George being with masc fem!reader that is actually a softie. I like the idea of a relationship with the dynamic of a mean girlboss and a soft nerdy type, especially if Regina is significantly shorter than the reader.

Imagine the shorter Regina pinning reader against a wall. Or Regina calling reader her 'puppy' because of how she always follows her around the school like a lost puppy or how she lets Regina tell her around without complaints.

Possessive power bottom Regina x Service top Reader (with reader managing to get on Regina's nerves by talking back) 👀

Fire and Ice

Description: For as long as anyone can remember, it had always been Regina and Reader. The complete opposite from each other, it worked perfectly. But, what were the school's power couple like behind closed doors?

WARNINGS: smut, fluff, slight dom/sub dynamics, reader being a little shit

Y/N Y/L/N and Regina George.

Best friends to lovers.

The couple had been deemed North Shore's power couple before they even stepped foot in the hallway. The two had gotten together in sixth grade, proudly open ever since.

As they grew up, Y/N grew into more of a masculine person. She loved sports, hockey specifically, baggy clothes, she cut her hair shorter, got more buff. She was a completely different person now than she was in sixth grade.

Regina, on the other hand, hadn't changed a bit. She was still obsessed with the color pink, designer brands, makeup. Still as feminine as ever.

She always made an exception for Y/N, some days opting to wear the girl's hockey sweatshirts (that were too big on her), a custom made pink jersey with Y/N's last name on it. Everyone knew the two were together.

The question that wouldn't leave anyone's minds:

Who was the top?

The students of North Shore were extremely curious. Most of them assumed it was Regina. But, there was that small percentage of people that thought Y/N was the top.

That small percentage was going strictly off of physical attributes. Y/N was more masculine, she was taller, she didn't take shit from her girlfriend. She had to be the top.

The 90% that believed Regina was the top had right to do so. Y/N followed her girlfriend around school as if she was a lost puppy. It was cute, how much Regina had Y/N wrapped around her finger.

The two had the same class schedule, so they always sat together (more like Regina sat on Y/N's lap), they always went to lunch together, walked the halls together. Regina was always watching Y/N at hockey practice and always at her games.

There was also that time Regina and Y/N got into a mini argument in the hall that one day.

Regina was on a mission.

She had heard from Gretchen who heard from Karen who heard from Taylor who heard from Josh that some girl was throwing herself all over Y/N and her girlfriend wasn't trying to stop it.

She spotted Y/N next to her teammate Mark's locker, the two no doubt talking about the upcoming tournament they were going to play in.

The blonde had turned Y/N by her shoulder and fixed her with a glare. "What the fuck, Y/N?" Y/N looked at her girlfriend confused. "What do you mean, Regina?" The blonde glared harder. "You're gonna tell me you don't recall the slut that was throwing herself over you in your last class?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, how did you even find out about that? Nothing major happened." The blonde got an angry look on her face and pinned Y/n against the locker, glaring at the taller girl.

Y/N just smirked, keeping a mental note for later, letting Regina have her moment. The blonde looked up at her girlfriend. "You better not let anyone touch what's mine. You got that?" They had gained an audience, everyone watching in anticipation for Y/N's next move.

The girl just smirked and allowed Regina to claim her publicly before the blonde stormed off, clearing a path in the hall like the Red Sea.

Regina got a text 15 minutes later from Y/N.

Y/N❤️: I let you have your moment in the hall. But when we get home later, you're not leaving that bed.

Regina's heart raced in anticipation.

"Fuck, Y/N."

"Take it, Regina."

The blonde was on the verge of her third orgasm. When they got home that day, Y/N had decided to show Regina that she was the only girl for her. Her solution? Making Regina feel good.

She had made her cum twice with just her fingers and mouth and was on the verge of making her cum for a third time with her strap. Regina's brain had been turned into mush as all she could focus on was Y/N.

"Fuck, Regina. You take me so well. Can't believe you thought I'd entertain the thought of another girl taking me from you."

Regina couldn't speak. Her senses were overwhelmed with Y/N. The girl was making her feel things that only she could make her feel.

"I'm all yours, Regina. Forever. I don't want anyone else. But, there's one thing I do want. And that's for you to cum on my cock." She reached a hand down in-between Regina's legs and began to rub the bundle of nerves that rested there.

The blonde felt her eyes roll back. Y/N's cock was hitting all of the right places. She felt her climax rapidly approaching as Y/N pounded her.

"Cum for me, Regina. You can do it." Regina felt her entire body tense as she came around Y/N's cock. The girl continued to slowly thrust, allowing Regina to ride through it. The blonde shook from the aftershocks of her climax and the feeling of Y/N's slow thrusts.

Y/N was peppering her face with soft kisses as she came down. "You looked so pretty, Regina. So beautiful. Wanna make you cum again, pretty girl."

Regina gushed around Y/N's cock. With the way her girlfriend was talking to her, she would let her make her cum as much as she wanted, but Regina's body had limits.

Y/N continued the soft kisses. "Will you let me make you cum one more time, sweet angel? Just one more. Then we'll be done. Please." The blonde nodded, pulling Y/N into a more heated kiss. Y/N's thrusts slowly sped up as the blonde moaned into her mouth.

Regina was officially fucked out.

Y/N smirked and sped up her thrusts. "God, Regina, I can't believe you thought I'd go after someone else. Not when you take me so fucking well. Only want you. Only want your pussy." Regina felt heat wash over her body at Y/N's words.

"'M gonna cum. Y/N, please." The blonde's words slurred together as Y/N's cock began to hammer in and out of her. Y/N smirked and began to rub Regina's clit again. "Cum for me, baby. Come on, pretty girl. Cum all over my cock."

Regina saw white as the pleasure bubble burst. Her whole body felt like it was ascending to another dimension as Y/N whispered sweet nothings to her as she came down.

Y/N pulled out and went into Regina's bathroom to grab a wet cloth. She came back and gently cleaned between her legs, whispering praise at Regina's whimpers. She threw the towel to the side, making the blonde drink some water before pulling her into her arms.

"I'm yours, Regina. Forever. No one compares to you, baby girl." Regina sleepily smiled at the girl's words and drifted off.

The next day, when the two walked into the school, everyone's question was answered. Regina walked limped while wearing the pink hockey jersey as Y/N walked next to her, a huge smirk on her face.

That 10% of the school that had guessed Y/N would never let anyone else live it down.

[epicbuddieficrecs]

Weekly Recap | July 29th-August 4th 2024

Against my best intentions, I've been seduced by the dark side 🙈 (the infideleddie/buckfidelity trend).

Complete

i swear it will get easier by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Post-S7, Chris&Buddie | 1,8K | General): “Chris texted me last night.” Tension slams into Eddie’s body. “Is he okay?” “He’s fine,” Buck says quickly. “There’s nothing wrong. He just—” he looks up, meets Eddie’s eyes. “He asked me how you’re doing.” Eddie’s face falls. “I’ve been texting,” he says, voice small. “Just—checking in, you know? Every day. But yesterday I thought—maybe I should give him some space—” he scrubs a hand across his face. “Did he think—” He doesn’t complete the sentence, but Buck fills in the blanks. Did he think I’d given up on him?

Jeep Talking by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Chim POV | 2K | Teen): A ride in the backseat of Buck's Jeep with Buck and Eddie in the front gives Chim new perspective on his brother-in-law's strange dynamic with his so-called "best friend.' And Chim is sick of them being so oblivious.

I'm falling apart (and all I want is to trust you) by diaz_evan (3x03: The Searchers | 2K | General): OR Eddie and Christopher's reactions to Buck collapsing in 3x03: The Searchers.

unless you're choosing me by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Post-S7, Misunderstandings | 4K | Teen): “Could you check that?”, Eddie called from the kitchen. He had insisted to make something for them tonight instead of ordering their usual pizza and ice cream dinner. “Sure”, Buck replied and snatched the phone off the coffee table. He knew the pass code – it was the day Eddie had started working at the 118. There was no new text, just a message from his phone provider, but an earlier conversation was still opened. Before Buck could place the phone back on the table, something caught his eye. Why was Eddie talking to Hen about him? or: buck reads a text he wasn’t supposed to read

can't ignore the crazy visions of me in la by wafflesofdoom/ @capseycartwright (Post-S7, Getting Together, Pride | 4K | General): Margarita-drunk Buck ruminates on how beautiful Eddie Diaz is while his best friend is dancing to Chappell Roan. That's what LA pride is for, right? - or, alternatively: Eddie spends his first pride as an out queer man in a gay club, and Buck is in love with him about it.

the one where buck finds out by weewooforever (Post-S7, Misunderstandings, Getting Together | 5K | Teen): “You’re — You’re over me?” Buck manages to choke out, looking towards Eddie with wide eyes. “When were you… “ He says, his voice barely above a whisper as he tries to make sense of this whole situation. “When were you under me?” or the one where buck listens to a voicemail that turns his whole life upside down.

nothing wrong with me loving you by cranberrymoons/ @cranberrymoons (Post-S7, Cheating, Sexting | 5K | Explicit): He’s not thinking about it. He’s not. He’s definitely not. Buck leaves for the night, gets in his car and drives away like everything’s normal – normal because it is, it literally is, it’s the most normal night in the world, and Eddie is the most normal he’s ever been, and then maybe an hour later, he gets a text. * buck and eddie watch red white and royal blue together; one thing leads to another (aka: the sexting fic) (Part 1 of 🔥buck and eddie's red hot infidelity summer)

i'll come to you and drop my bags (you'll help me unpack them) by farfromthstars/ @doeeyeseddie (Post-S7, Media fic | 5K | General): eddie has some important conversations via text over the course of the worst(?) summer of his life.

🔥Down to the Bones of Me by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Post-S7, Road Trip | 5K | Teen): The morning after Christopher leaves Eddie gets in his truck and drives. Buck lets him go, and Eddie fights to come back for both of them.

Oopsie Daisy (Never Knew That Was Your Boo, Baby) by ameliahart (Post-S7, Cheating | 5K | Explicit): The first time it happens, it’s Tommy’s fault. Maybe that’s unfair, all things considered, but Eddie certainly isn’t going to blame Buck for it. And Eddie’s single, so it can’t be his fault. But Tommy sent Buck a dick pic while Buck was at Eddie’s house, so Eddie feels secure in blaming Tommy for everything that happened after. * Or, five times Buck cheats on Tommy with Eddie, and one time he doesn't.

I Always Wanted My Own Spark by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Future Fic | 5K | Teen): In 2040, during the midst of a family crisis, Christopher Diaz and his younger brother butt heads. (Part 5 of 🔥Anywhere I Want, Just Not Home)

it's a small crime (i got no excuse) by justhockey (Post-S7, Cheating | 6K | Mature): It’s a dangerous game they’re playing. Buck doesn’t care. He’d like to blame it on the alcohol running through his blood and loosening his inhibitions. On the rough shift, or the even rougher week he’s had. He’d like to blame it on Eddie, or Tommy, or anything at all that could absolve him of what he’s about to do. But the truth is, Buck just wants. He wants, and he wants, and he wants. So he takes.

hang me up on your bedroom wall by hrudayam/ @eddiegettingshot (Post-S7, PWP, Cheating, Breeding kink | 6K | Explicit): “You’re going to be a great father someday,” Eddie says eventually, because he’s worse than he used to be and Buck’s reverent eyes make him feel—they just make him feel. “Eddie, I—” “You are,” he repeats, firm. “Don’t you think I’d know better than anyone?”

drink up (you're wasted on me) by okanus/ @buddieism (7x06: There Goes The Groom, PWP, Cheating | 9K | Explicit): Or: Eddie and Buck hook up at the bachelor party. Difficulties ensue.

close ain't close enough (til we cross the line) by cranberrymoons/ @cranberrymoons (Post-S7, Cheating, Sexting | 10K | Explicit): Eddie thinks about it for a minute. He really does, because he’s more clear-headed now than he was last night, so he thinks better of it for maybe thirty seconds. Remembers the inarguable fact that Buck has a boyfriend and that Eddie is – well. Learning some things about himself, maybe, but is very specifically not Buck’s boyfriend, so. He shouldn’t. Right? Except. (Part 2 of 🔥buck and eddie's red hot infidelity summer)

all my little words by youbetsya/ @maddiebuckettebuckley (Post-S7, Epistolary | 11k | Teen): Eddie: Did you just send me an email? Buck: yeah lol. Eddie: Why… I dont think you’ve ever emailed me actual words before. Just stuff to print when your printer is broken Buck: did you read it? Eddie: Not yet. Too busy trying to figure out why the fuck you’re emailing me. Buck: just read it dude 🙄

🔥treat an opportunity like it's treating you by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, Post-S2 | 12K | Teen): After losing his leg as a result of the fire engine bombing, Buck is presented with the opportunity to have a service dog donated to him.

🔥 Operation: Keep Eddie Diaz Busy and Annoyed by giselleslash/ @gigi-gigi (Post-S7, Getting Together | 15K | General): Or, the one where Buck forces Eddie to keep busy while Chris is gone, but ends up catching a bad case of The Feelings in the middle of Eddie learning to love pickling things to irritate Chim and charming old ladies through square dancing.

🔥I think if you're lucky by colonoscopys/ @colonoscopys (Prince Buck/Firefighter Eddie | 19K | Teen): Evan hits him with his car.

mask over my eyes and an arrow through the heart by youbetsya/ @maddiebuckettebuckley (Post-S7, Cheating | 35K | Explicit): “Look, you’re my family, a-and I want you guys to be on board with this.” Buck is tense, anxious. Eddie should really say something. Be supportive. “But it’s happening either way. So.” Bobby leans over to clap Buck on the shoulder, staring him straight in the eye as he does. “I am happy for you, Buck. As long as you’re sure.” Some of the tension falls away from Buck’s posture. He smiles. “I am. Sure. I’m super sure.” “Alright then.” Bobby pats Buck’s shoulder once more before he pulls away. “Congratulations, kid.” Buck visibly exhales in relief, which Eddie finds solace in despite the fact that he’s currently being stabbed with a thousand tiny knives. Or: Buck is getting married. He is.

drift past the flowers. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, (Un)requited Love | 45K | Teen): OR Buck and Natalia get engaged, and Eddie flees the state about it. A petty email correspondence ensues.

WIP

Where there's smoke by rainbow_nerds/ @rainbow-nerdss (Multiverses | 4/31 | 5K | Teen): His eyelids are heavy. His lungs ache. The smoke is dense and thick, slowly suffocating him. Eddie feels himself drift as Buck’s voice penetrates the smoke, cuts through the fog in his brain. “Eddie, stay with me. Stay with me, Eds.” Eddie wants to stay. He wants to open his eyes and see Buck. He doesn’t want to leave. But he’s so tired, and sleep is calling him. Maybe it will be okay. Maybe his dreams will be sweet. Maybe there’ll be peace, there. And maybe, if he just rests for a little while, he’ll be able to find his way back.

E & E: A Buddie Drabble Collection by Tizniz (Prompt fic | 108/? | 24K | General): A collection of drabbles for Buck and Eddie.

Best Case Scenario by lesbianrobin/ @lesbianrobin (Podcast, Multimedia fic | 2/? | 4K | Teen): Buck and Eddie start a podcast. a multimedia epistolary fic

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 132/? | 419K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

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Teach Me VI

Final

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au

Warnings: angst, pining, crying, alcohol consumption, jealous pouty DK, meddling Seungkwan and Hoshi, eventual smut, dry humping, making out, face fucking, munch DK as always, unprotected sex, cream pie, they're simps for each and its disgusting!, DK wearing a chain that dangles in readers face bc im sick and twisted, kinda choking but not really?

Length: ~7.4k

Note: SURPRISE!! ITS HERE!!!! this series started in OCTOBER which is wild to think about. two months of these two plaguing my day to day and so many amazing readers interacting with the story honestly makes a little emotional for it to end. this is the first series i've ever done and now it's over so soon but there are bigger and better things on the horizon! (goes and cries in the corner) If you notice any errors or typos pls ignore.

This blog is intended for 18+ only! MDNI or you'll be blocked!

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[MONDAY 11:23 AM]

YOU: Home

Mr. Boo: Thank you! Love you!

Mr. Boo: We can have a bff night when I get back

[MONDAY 4:48 PM] 

DOKYEOM: Hope you got home safe

DOKYEOM: I’m sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.

DOKYEOM: Can we talk this week?

Dokyeom doesn’t leave his room the rest of the weekend. A combination of fear of Seungkwan beating the crap out of him and absolute heartbreak keep him wrapped in the covers. Not even Soonyoung can elicit more than a half-hearted grunt when checking if his roommate is still alive.

The drive back to campus is no different. Staring longingly out the window, Dokyeom stares at his unanswered messages. When he goes to your Instagram he finds your account missing with the sinking realization you blocked him.

Seventy two of the best and subsequent worse hours of his life crumbled your fragile relationship. He thought you returned his feelings. 

After Soonyoung blabled a drunken confession on Dokyeom’s behalf, he worried you’d drive off in the night; swiftly rejecting him. But you wrapped your arms around him and held him as you slept. Kissed him awake in the early morning sun, nothing but a soft smile and presses of lips across his face. It was better than anything Dokyeom hoped for. He thought it meant you liked him back even if you didn’t say it yet.

But then you interrogated him and the hot tub and it all came crashing down. You were trying to let him down easy, buttering him up before giving him a reality check. It’d hurt of course. The tsunami of shame at thinking he had a chance and then adding insult to injury when you called him childish. 

Dokyeom knows he was wrong for his reaction but embarrassment sent him spiraling and he needed to get as far away from you as possible. 

And now that he’d succeed, he doesn't think he can find a way back.

—

Monday and Tuesday are spent suffocating under a mound of blankets, munching on a carton of ice cream, and crying till your head hurts and your throat is sore. The string of texts from Dokyeom remains thoroughly ignored; but each buzz of your phone raises your heart rate to unhealthy levels until you read the notification from some store offering a discount. 

You ignore the string of messages from Dokyeom, tempted more and more to block him as they come through; but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Just like you can’t bring yourself to delete the pictures of you two together peppered throughout your camera roll, or the most recent video that does nothing but make you sick to your stomach.

Tuesday night your roommate returns to campus, cheery and well rested from a weekend with her boyfriend back home. You hide from her friendly questions about your weekend in the bathroom, shrouded in steam and bubbles.

Looking at yourself in the mirror after you're sufficiently pruned and chilled from freeze drops, you notice the traces of Dokyeom still on your skin. 

A tiny maroon bruise is fading to a sick green right under your collar bone. Prodding it with the tip of your finger, you wince at the tenderness of the flesh. 

You hate it. 

Hate how somehow your eyes are thick with a gloss of tears at the sight of a hickey, they way you can’t catch your breath when you realize the shirt you brought in with you is another one of his you lifted over the months.

Dokyeom hadn’t been your boyfriend. You two hadn’t even been casually dating. Over and over again you remind yourself you were just friends who had sex, and you shouldn’t be this torn up over a guy. Dokyeom didn’t like you and that wasn’t something to hold against him. 

But the facts do nothing to stop the knot permanently lodged in your throat.

—

The first time you see Dokyeom post-not-breakup, he’s sitting in one of the rolling chairs at the mahogany table you two claimed for your usual study sessions. 

Blood frozen, heart clenching unbearably, you turn and walk right back out the revolving glass doors, hoping he didn’t see you.

But the echo of quick footsteps behind you say otherwise.

“Hey! Y/N!”

Faltering for a moment, you keep walking as if you hadn’t heard anything. And because the universe has a sick sense of humor, the crossing light turns red just as you approach, leaving you stranded with the one person you didn’t want to see.

You whip around at tap against your arm with such ferocity you nearly stumble.

Dokyeom has the gall to smile at you sheepishly before opening his mouth, “Hey.”

“Hi.” 

“You weren’t in lab yesterday.”

“Nope.” You respond monotonously, glancing behind you at the still red crossing light.

“Did you need notes or—”

“No, I got them already.”

“Oh, well—”

The light turns green, allowing you to race across the road before Dokyeom can finish his thought. The heat of his gaze doesn't leave your back until you turn down the next road leading you home.

—

Your second interaction with Dokyeom is in the same sterile lab your friendship started. You slip inside just before class starts, narrowly avoiding getting locked out by your grumpy instructor. 

Sliding into an open seat near the door, you stare straight ahead as he delves into the topic for this afternoon, pointedly ignoring the pair of eyes watching you from the familiar station at the back of the room.

“Finals are almost upon us people so I would like to take this opportunity to remind you that the lab is not open after hours. Meaning, you should prioritize your time in this room. Now let’s get started.”

The guy you’ve been partnered with is nice enough, willing to follow your lead as you read off the necessary equipment. He even manages to crack a few jokes, though not funny you’re thankful for the distraction.

You learn his name is San, he’s an underclassman and he doesn’t understand anything about the class despite attending every lecture and office hour available. 

When he leans over to copy the results you’ve scratched into your notebook, you hear a crack and shatter behind you. A dozen heads twist towards the source of commotion, finding a red faced Dokyeom staring at you.

“Mr. Lee! May I remind you our lab equipment isn’t cheap!”

“Sorry,” he mutters, shuffling towards the broom hanging on the wall.

You focus on ignoring him the rest of class, which is surprisingly easy with your new partner pestering you with inane questions. 

A lull hits, waiting for the digital scale to spit out a final reading. You managed to pull well ahead of schedule, calling over your instructor to verify your results before collecting your things. 

“So,” San starts, stuffing his own notebook in his bag. “Would you be down to tutor me sometime?”

“Oh, I uh—”

“No pressure! I just saw some of the old quizzes in your folder and thought maybe you could help me out.”

“Sure,” you smile, taking his phone to enter his number. 

Voices from the different stations echo off the blank walls, drowning your conversation out.

“Awesome! My boyfriend took this class last year but did about as well as I’m doing.”

Returning his phone back, you start walking to the door. “Oh, really?” 

“Yeah, he told me to take geology instead but I didn’t listen.” He laughs, stepping forward to hold the heavy wooden door open for you to pass.

You miss the sound of a second beaker breaking as you walk down the hall with your new friend.

—

“Dude, you have got to calm down.” Soonyoung pleads, head hanging off the couch as his legs extend into the air. He swears the increased blood flow makes him smarter.

Dokyeom nearly wears a rut into the carpet from his pacing across the length of their tiny living room. He’s been in a mood since that afternoon, watching his not-girlfriend-possibly-no-longer-friend giggle with some dude that wasn’t him. And then give her number to said dude. In front of him. All while she completely ignored his existence.

“He probably just asked her to study together.”

Jealousy isn’t Dokyeom’s thing. Sure he may whine and pout if he isn’t getting enough attention, but he’s never got the blood boil urge scream like he has right now. And about a girl that won’t even look at him.

Tangling both fists in his hair, Dokyeom tries to calm down. Soonyoung was probably right. You’re a genius at chemistry, you’re slated to officially tutor through the library next semester pending final grades, and the guy Dokyeom swears he’s never seen in class most likely asked you for help. It’s not his place to be jealous.

“Hate to be that guy but you need to get a grip”

It's easier said than done. There's four more weeks of class plus a four hour final and your Seungkwan’s friend. You’re not going to disappear after the semester ends and Dokyeom’s feelings surely aren’t going anywhere given he’s got a constant reminder that you’re the woman he lost his virginity to. 

If he knew inviting you to that party at the beginning of the semester would end up like this, he'd have sat somewhere else the first day of lab.

Soonyoung chokes on his own saliva when Dokyeom collapses on the floor with a reluctant, “You’re right.”

“I am?” Eyes bugging so hard they nearly pop from his head.

“I just have to move on.”

They both silently agree to pretend Dokyeom is capable of that.

—

San and his boyfriend, Jay, turn out to be horrible study partners. You are hardly able to focus from the way your abs hurt from laughter; Jay has a talent for self-deprecating humor.

“You didn’t!” You gasp, ignoring the daggers being glared into you back by other library goers. 

Typically you’d respect the needs of others, but they chose to sit on the first floor; if they needed real quiet they should have sat upstairs where it’s enforced by a graduate librarian with nothing better to do.

Jay nods solemnly, “I threw up on him during our first date. But he,” flinging an accusatory finger at his boyfriend, “insisted we go to some weird food truck so it’s his own fault.”

“You said you liked to try new things!” San defends.

“Not food poisoning!”

Descending into giggles, you feel sorry Seungkwan is missing out on two people he’d get along with. But he canceled at the last minute, leaving you at the large oak table all by your lonesome until you’d run into your classmate, looking for a seat.

From the corner of your eye, you see a familiar someone approaching. White blonde hair and trademark grin, Soonyoung stops at the edge of the table.

“Hey, Y/N” he grins.

Sending him a tightlipped smile you return the greeting.

Soonyoung introduces himself to your tablemates, both just as friendly as he. Thick palpable tension descends into the warm atmosphere and you’re about to rise and get another coffee just to escape it when Soonyoung turns back to you.

“Could I take a look at your results from the last lab? We didn’t get to finish in time.”

The unspoken half of ‘we’ is Dokyeom. 

You hate the flare of curiosity flashing in your head. When you partnered with Dokyeom you always finished on time if not early, even with his joking.

“Ugh, sure.” You agree, digging into your bag for your notebook.

Not waiting for an invitation, Soonyoung slides into the chair next to you, pulling out his own notebook to copy down your answers quickly. But even after collecting the necessary info, he lingers.

“So you’re in lab with us too, right?” He asks San.

“Yeah, but I’m probably taking it again next year even with Y/N’s help.” San smiles.

“And you?” Soonyoung asks Jay.

“No, I took it last year.”

“Glad to see someone can make it out alive! Do you guys mind if I hang out until my friend arrives?”

The friend is definitely Dokyeom but you don’t want to look like a bitch in front of your new acquaintances nor have to explain the mess of your love life to either of them. 

Soonyoung’s self satisfied grin when you flash a tight lipped smile and nod nearly tempts you into strangling him. Why is he choosing to torture you? It’s Dokyeom’s fault no matter how you look at the situation. He tricked you; had you falling for the saccharine persona and ambiguous confessions. Dokyeom rejected you at the cabin for everyone to see, humiliated you, and then had the nerve to act upset when you wouldn’t speak to him.

You try to focus on the worksheet in front of you, a proactive effort to prepare for the final exam still far away. Drowning in extra credit had been an exhaustive effort to get your mind off of your issues but Soonyoung had to ruin it. And now he’s laughing with San and Jay like best friends and it’s all too much. 

Shooting up from your seat, they all stop to stare as shaky hands pack up your materials. “Sorry, I forgot I had a thing. Somewhere else. Bye!” 

Halfway to the door before anyone thinks to question your eagerness to leave, you walk right into another person.

“Shit sorry!” The faceless stranger exclaims as your books and papers go flying.

“No, I should have been watching wher–”

And when you look up, Dokyeom is staring back. 

“Sorry, let me help you.” 

“It's fine!” You snap, scrambling to shove everything into your bag.

You will not cry in the library: not over Dokyeom, not in front of Dokyeom. But once the concrete steps out front greet you the first tear falls and they don’t stop until you fall asleep curled up in your bed.

—

Later that week, in the sanctuary of your dorm, you indulge in contraband alcohol and the hype of your best friend.

“You need to just rip the bandaid off.” Seungkwan announces, arms thrown wide to punctuate his point.

“And how do I do that? I still have class with him!”

“Okay but how much of his stuff is still here?”

“Only like a few things.” you shrug, glancing around the room.

“Oh, really?” Seungkwan asks, throwing himself from his perch on your bed, crossing to the basket full of laundry in front of your closet.  “Because this is a hoodie from his high school, this is the shirt I got him for his birthday a few years ago,” he shuffles around the collection of socks and pants to pull more of Dokyeom’s belongings out. “And I’m pretty sure you don’t wear boxers.”

Seungkwan launched the wad of clothing your way, disappearing into the bathroom in search of more evidence of your ex-friend with benefits.

“You let him keep a toothbrush here?” Seungkwan yells, head popping out with the neon green piece of plastic dangling between his fingers.

It's tossed into the growing pile at the foot of your bed, your rage-fueled focus on the smattering of objects on your desk. 

More cheap wine and outrageous laughter has Seungkwan encouraging you to race across campus and return everything as soon as possible.

Red faced, he steadies you by your arms, “Listen, the sooner you get rid of this stuff the better. You’re like subconsciously holding on to him or whatever.”

Mooney eyed, you nod at your friend’s wisdom, scrambling for a bag.

The tote of Dokyeom’s belongings you’ve accumulated over the months sits heavy on your shoulders; bulging with the assortment of clothes, a spare phone charger, and a book that was severely overdue at the library you’d found under your bed.

Each click of your shoe against the tile floor echoes in the eerie silence as you walk down the hall towards the door of his apartment. The sterile lighting and gray walls are familiar yet alien under the new circumstances you're visiting. 

You won’t be greeted with the smile you’ve grown to miss or the puppy-like excitement that once made you feel special. Both things of the past you hope to forget. No one had your heart fluttering or twisting in knots the way Dokyeom had. But those happy memories are just memories. And the sooner you cut him out, the sooner you can forget them.

Your fiery determination to get over him ignited in the walls of your bedroom had begun to smolder as the chilly wind and movement sobered you up. 

A large part of you hopes it’ll be Soonyoung answering the door, Dokyeom absent for whatever convenient reason as you dumped his belongings and walked away for the last time. Worse case scenario, neither are home and you're left feeling like an idiot, lugging the ridiculously heavy bag back across campus in the freezing wind and rain. 

Worse-er case scenario, Dokyeom is home.

The door to the boys’ apartment is like all the others, but the hot pink “please don’t do coke in our bathroom” doormat stands out. A gift from Jeonghan, if you remember correctly.

A quick rap of knocks announces your presence before you can lose your nerve, stepping back as you wait for it to crack open.

As luck would have it, Dokyeom answers the door.

“Um–” he starts, clearly confused by what he’s seeing.

Shoulders square, back pin straight, you thrust the bag at him. “Here’s your stuff.”

“Oh.” Dokyeom exclaims, still confused, but cradling the tote into his stomach.

“Well, bye.” You turn to leave but stop when he calls you back.

“I can grab your stuff real quick. Since you’re already here.”

It is a horrible idea. Alone with Dokyeom, in his apartment, where the only person to hold you accountable is yourself. But you can be done with this entire mess once you have the hodge podge of items you’ve no doubt accumulated here.

Nodding once, you follow as Dokyeom turns to head towards his bedroom.

Suffocating tension, thick as tar, fills the air. Dokyeom doesn't attempt to replace it with ill timed jokes as he digs in the black dresser in the corner of his room. The bottom left drawer had been long cleaned out of his own clothes, making room for the odds and ends left behind following your rendezvous. 

A sizable pile of clothes lands on his unmade bed, followed by some toiletries you forgot at the cabin in your haste to flee.

Your ears are ringing from the quiet at this point, unable to look at Dokyeom swapping his belongings from the canvas tote with your own. Focusing on your phone, you scroll mindlessly, as Dokyeom works slowly to prolong the torture. He unfolds and refolds all the shirts, lost pairs of pants and shorts, before cramming them into the bag. If you took a second to look at him, you’d see longing glances in your direction with each item he packs away. But you don’t chance it until he approaches you when he’s finished.

“Here,” he says, eyes downcast as he hands you back the full bag.

Lifting it from his hands, you move back to the living room, bee lining for the front door and the sobering cold air outside.

“Wait.”

The smooth metal doorknob is cold against the wrinkles of your palm. All you need to do is twist and it's over. Unlatch the lock, step outside and your relationship with Dokyeom, whatever it may have been, is done. No more crying, no more wondering. Only four more classes and you can leave the mess of the past semester behind you forever.

But you can’t do it. The smallest part of your heart, buried under the weight of anger and sadness, pleads for you to stay. To give Dokyeom one last chance.

You wait for him to say something else, not moving a muscle as you take shallow breaths. Body tense in preparation, you’re afraid you might shake out of your skin. Being alone with Dokyeom was a stupid idea. 

Realizing you're not going to leave, you hear him shuffle closer.

You jump when he speaks again, voice right over your shoulder. “Can we please talk?” 

“What’s there to talk about?” You frown. 

At his responding silence, you chance a glance over your shoulder, met with sad brown eyes. 

“I just—,” he shakes his head, chin tipping towards the floor to examine his socks.

Prompting him again, “What do you want, Dokyeom?”

“You asked me if I liked you… and I do.”

You squash the seed of hope rooting in your chest, afraid that if he tramples it again you’ll never recover. Turning to face him, you cross your arms pensively. His confession should send your heart racing and your cheeks flushing. But why does he sound so sad about it?

Dokyeom scrubs a hand down his face in frustration. “I should have told you sooner but I— I kept waiting for the right time and then that night happened and I thought I messed everything up. But then we started fooling around so I thought ‘there’s no way she likes me.’ You know? 

From where you’re standing, Dokyeom is exactly the kind of guy anyone would go for. Warm as a ray of sunshine, contagious laughter, thoughtful. Excited by life, and brimming with affection for anyone lucky enough to be considered his friend. 

It’s a shame he can’t see himself the way you see him.

“I know all you wanted was to hook up and I was fine with that until you came to the cabin. Soonyoung had to run his mouth, and I thought you were trying to let me down easy in the hot tub so I got embarrassed.”

Biting your lip to stop the rebuttal simmering on the tip of your tongue, you feel the scowl melt off your face, morphing into a questioning gaze.

“You’re like, the coolest person I know. You’re funny and you’re smart and pretty, god you’re so pretty.” he breaths, finally looking at you. “And I feel like every time I get to see you I can’t breathe. And us hooking up made it worse because I’ve liked you since the first day of class when you sat down next to me and smiled at me. I thought I was gonna throw up.” Dokyeom raises his hands in defense as you scoff, quickly clarifying, “In a good way! You just— you make me nervous and stupid and now you hate me.”

He finishes the last part in a whisper, face vulnerable, looking at you helplessly.

“I don’t hate you.” You warble, launching yourself into his arms, tangling your limbs around him to squeeze as close as possible. It’s ungraceful, your head knocking into his chin, his feet scrambling to balance the unexpected shift of weight. But Dokyeom barely hesitates before pulling you into his chest, face buried in your neck while trying to force you into his skin by his arms around your waist.

Two puzzle pieces, carved to fit perfectly together. 

“You don’t?”

Squeezing him tighter, you calm in the thud of his heart and the pine scent of his cologne. You both simply bask in the presence of one another. At a week and a half, this is the longest you’ve gone without the other since you started your arrangement.

Dokyeom presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, sweet as sugar. His lips ghost against your hairline as he starts to speak again. “I’m sorry for the way I acted. I shouldn’t have freaked out on you.”

“I shouldn’t have called you childish.” You apologize, tipping your head back to meet his gaze.

“I mean you were right. I was being a dick.”

“But I wasn’t in any shape to call you out when I was doing the same thing.”

“The same…” Dokyeom echoes, confused.

“If we weren’t so dumb we could have been dating for weeks by now.”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” You smile.

“We really are dumb.”

Pure unadulterated joy takes flight on his face. Dokyeom cups your face in his hands, forehead meeting your own as you smile at him, his own dazzling in return.

“Yeah, but at least we have each other.”

The bark of awkward laughter and shaky words are unstoppable as you cower in his arms. 

“So you’re okay with me calling you my girlfriend?”

“You can call me whatever you want.” You sigh, biting your lip at the idea.

“Even my shmoopie poopie?”

Nose scrunching as you laugh at his ridiculousness, you shake your head vigorously in objection. “You can call me whatever you want besides that.”

“Baby cakes?” He asks, peppering a kiss on your cheek.

“No!”

“Honeybuns?” 

Another kiss on the tip of your nose.

“No.”

“What about–”

A firm press to his mouth silences Dokyeom as you hum.

— 

Soonyoung returns to his apartment after another failed date, eager to shoot the shit with his roommate over a few beers and some video games. But when he opens the door to his home, he finds a trail of clothes flung haphazardly across the furniture, leading straight to said roommate's room. 

No fucking way. Soonyoung thinks. 

Then he hears a thud from behind the door, followed by a familiar laugh he hasn’t heard in the apartment in well over two weeks.

No FUCKING way! He huffs, reaching for his phone.

—

Down the street, Seungkwan smirks as the expected ding of a new Venmo notification shrills through the silence of your dorm:

“Kwon Soonyoung paid you $50.00. – HOW DID YOU KNOW? – Your Venmo balance is now $135.00.”

Epilogue:

Finals season rushes forward rapidly. Two days before you’re set to fly back home for winter break, Chem grades are released.

Another pair of matching As to be celebrated in typical fashion but this time you’re Dokyeom’s girlfriend and he’s sweating like it’s his first time all over again. The night you both confessed had been you last night together. Dokyeom insisted you take things slow, his fear of messing up again forcing him to take caution. 

It's sweet. How he wants to take you out, wine and dine you as if a certain video didn’t still exist on both your phones. And you’d enjoyed the full experience too; walks around campus with interlaced fingers, shy glances in class, and girlish giggles as he offered his jacket on a cold night. The innocent good night kisses dropped on your lips in front of your door that have Dokyeom insisting “just one more” for an hour before he finally lets you slip inside your room.

It’d been everything you dreamed of and more.

But you're both tired of make outs that lead nowhere. Of sitting in Dokyeom’s lap at parties and not letting your hands wonder like you’re both dying too. Waking up in his bed and pretending you don’t feel him nudging the curve of your ass as before he hides in the bathroom to take care of his boner; leaving you to stare at the ceiling, fighting the urge to follow him into the shower and lend a helping hand.

Tonight, you’ve reached the boiling point and it’s spilling over.

“‘s okay?” He asks into the curve of your neck, palms gliding up your stomach underneath the soft cream sweater you’d worn to dinner.

Humming as your head lulls against the interior of his front door, the warmth of his mouth and hands making your brain fuzzy. Tonight, everything feels like more. Your nipples peak at the smallest brush of his tongue, back bowing under the swipes of his thumb against your ribs; even when he pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your intertwined fingers on the walk to his apartment ripped the air from your lungs.

Dokyeom feels the nerves of that first night, but you’re acting like the desperate virgin he’d been. Drooling to touch and be touched. For your boyfriend to string you out one last time before you both return home for a few weeks of winter break only to pick right back up in the new year.

Snaking a hand down his front, you palm the half hard length with a firm pressure that pulls his hips forward like a magnet. A strained grunts sings in your ear as Dokyeom rocks firmly in your grip, pressing you into the wall under his torturous grind.

Turning to nudge your nose into his cheek softly, hot kisses dropping across his jaw as you bid him to take off his pants; pushing them down clumsily. You don’t bother with the brass button or rough zipper, blinded by desperation and simply clawing the stiff material downwards in an effort to get beneath.

You manage to trickle to your knees, slipping through Dokyeom’s hold like water. The hard floor biting into your skin as you kneel before him to mouth at the thin fabric of his boxer. Dokyeom’s elbows land against the wall, caging you in as he watches from above; entranced by the shallow dip of your lips over the covered head of his cock and the lash of your tongue where you taste him through the fabric.

Tonight isn’t the night for teasing, so you have his boxers landing atop his jeans around his ankles in a blink. Tongue following the vein bulging on the underside of his cock as your hand returns to allow your thumb to dig into his slit.

Dokyeom whimpers a pathetic “fuck,” as you play with him, eagerly lapping up his shaft before sucking him into your mouth; hand dropping to cup his balls, the other rest on his stomach to hold his own shirt out of the way.

You missed how responsive he is to your touch, melting in the palm of your hand as he chases the warmth of your mouth with his hips. Anyone who walks by the door would undoubtedly hear what’s happening on the other side, the choked whimpers from you and guttural moans from Dokyeom combining into a lewd symphony.

Head hitting the wall behind you with a dull thud, you let Dokyeom take over; humming as each press forward leaves the taste of his cock on your tongue. There’s something degrading in letting him fuck your mouth like this, sandwiched between his hips and the wall as he uses you to get off.

You gasp for breath when he pulls away, tongue sticking out to bid him back but his slender fingers cupping your chin distract you straight into his lips.

Pulling you to your feet, Dokyeom dips his tongue between your lips as he leads you blindly to the couch. His mouth is nothing but taking; stealing your breath away, your sanity. Things you’d happily let him have if it meant he wouldn’t stop. But Dokyeom was a giver too. A slide of his tongue lit a fire under your skin, fanning the desperation bordering on depravity. 

“Fuck me,” you plead, grinding your aching cunt against his thigh. 

Dokyeom responds by pressing into you harder, teeth tearing into your bottom lip as his cock drools against your thigh, staining your jeans.

You're so turned on it hurts, pussy painfully empty and panties drenched from heavy petting. If Dokyeom doesn’t do something soon, you have half a mind to get yourself off without him.

Dokyeom is trying, fighting to not to blow his load on your leg as you whine and arch beneath him. For him. But when you manage to close your fist around his length, giving a firm tug with the twist around the head you know he goes crazy for, it’s all over. Dokyeom’s core tightens as he spills on your sweater, streaks of his cum ruining the fabric as he pants into your mouth. Your tight grip doesn’t falter as you work him through it, teeth bruising his jaw as he paints you with his seed.

When Dokyeom gains sentience again, he winces in shame.

“Shit, sorry. I didn’t— I wouldn’t,” he tries to apologize, but stops when you part your lips to lap at your stained fingers; eyes trained on the pink of your tongue dipping out to swipe against the tips for taste.

Mouth wide as he stares, Dokyeom thinks he might come again without any help as you suck your fingers. His own dip into the pool of cum dimpling across your stomach, lifting to your mouth to replace yours. Dokyeom groans as your eyes never leave his, heated and heavy lidded as lick them clean and swallow his cum.

Dropping his hand to the back of your neck, he angles your head so his tongue can delve into your mouth. It’s messy and disgusting but you like it and that’s all Dokyeom cares about as he works to free you both of your clothes. He’s stark naked easily, shirt gone over the back of the couch in no time. But your clothes require more focus than either of you are capable of when Dokyeom is on top of you.

His feet hit the ground before he rises to stand, dragging you up to roughly undress you. You don’t seem to mind if the way you fist your jeans down is an inclination. Outer layers gone, Dokyeom finally gets a peek at the early Christmas present you’d been hoping to surprise him with.

Lacy maroon panties and a match bra hug your figure, accentuating your shape in the most mouthwater ways. Eyebrows raised to his hairline, Dokyeom heaves at the masterpiece you present him with.

Drops of your flesh peek through the holes in the lace, teasing him with what’s underneath. The high cut sides of your thong dig into your hips, making your legs look impossibly long and highlighting the sway of your thighs. Straining to pull his eyes up further, Dokyeom finds the bottom hem of your bra. Tongue rolling out of his mouth as the cups push your breasts up and together, teasing Dokyeom with ideas of fucking his cock between them as you lick at the tip.

You look like a goddess and Dokyeom is happy to get on his knees to worship every inch.

Dokyeom catches you smirking at his obvious reaction when he finally looks at your face. Stepping into his space, your fingers find purchase in the short hairs at the base of his head. A cold sweat breaks on his brow as you smile like the cat who got the canary.

“Do you like my outfit, Kyeomie?” You ask, tone deceptively sweet.

If he was capable of any thought beyond cataloging the swaths of naked skin and curves, maybe he’d answer more eloquently than grunting like a caveman.

“I picked it for you.”

Dokyeom lets his hands find your hips, squeezing the plush flesh in his palms as you continue to toy with him. His fingers pluck the thin elastic while his mind wanders down the extensive list of things he’s dying to do to you.

“Do you wanna see the whole thing?”

“There’s more?”

Falling to the floor, you dig into the pocket of your jeans for whatever the last piece of your outfit, if you could call it that. Rising again you present him with a thin piece of ribbon and a silver chain, both causing Dokyeom’s face to twist in confusion.

You prompt him to take the scarlet ribbon, a perfect match to the set you’ve donned, allowing Dokyeom to spot the clasp at the ends and the small silver charm dangling in the middle.

A sun is embossed on the front of the circular piece of silver. And engraved on the back is his name.

Having his name around your throat while he fucked you isn’t a kink he knew existed. But now Dokyeom is pretty sure he’ll be haunted by the idea for the rest of his life. The silver chain still in your hands has a similar charm but with a moon. Dokyeom’s vision goes fuzzy and his brain clouds at the assumption your name is on the back to match.

“Will you help me put it on?” You ask innocently, turn around so Dokyeom can slip what he can only describe as a mock collar around your neck.

Dokyeom latches the clasp with shaky hands, the strip of silk pulled taunt around your neck with each breath. When you face him once again, the charm sits in the hollow of your throat, silver winking at him seductively. 

The icy metal of the chain bites into his skin erotically as you raise to clasp it around his neck. Your nose nudges against his jaw, a ghosting open mouth kiss landing on his jugular as the charm teases the muscles of his chest where it dangles.

You land on the couch with a squeak, taken aback by Dokyeom shredding the delicate fabric of your panties with clumsy hands as he struggles to get them off you. Bullying his way between your legs, he apologizes with a heavenly strip of his tongue through your slit.

He eats you like a man starved, nails leaving crescents in the tops of your thighs as he spreads you so wide the muscles in your hips scream in objection. Dokyeom’s tongue dips into your hole, collecting your essence on his tongue before spitting it back on your clit and digging in. The swollen nub slips against the flat of his wet muscle, and when his lips gently close around it he sucks just the way you taught him to you he’s rewarded with a wanton sob.

Whines fly from between your lips at the torturous pleasure, thrashing as Dokyeom uses all his strength to pin you and place. Spots dance along your vision, expanding as two fingers push past your folds to stretch you out. Dokyeom knows your pussy like the back of his hand and he stuffs you just right with his fingers.

All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and hold on tightly as you fly over the edge. Racing forward under the heat of Dokyeom’s mouth and harsh thrusts of his fingers till you weep pitifully. You’re floating through space under his attention; mouth open over silent begs not to stop, eyes clenched shut. Every beat of your frantic heart carries satisfaction through tense muscles till you are pliant and boneless.

“Too much,” you whimper, thighs forcing close around his head.

Dokyeom takes it in stride. The combination of your essence and his saliva soaking chin, leaving a damp trail across your body as he kisses his way to your mouth.

His thumb finds the ribbon taunt around your throat, focusing on the piece of metal resting against your skin as you taste yourself on his tongue.

Panting into his mouth, you mewl something vaguely sounding like “want you.”

Luckily, Dokyeom is more than happy to give you whatever you want.

Nodding like a bobble head, he pulls you down into his lap as he kneels on the floor. The head of his cock proddes against your entrance, slipping in just enough for you to take the rest with ease.

The stretch is nothing short of bliss; so deep you can taste him in the back of your throat. Dokyeom fills you perfectly, the small nip of pain from not taking him in the past month only multiplying the satisfaction you feel at finally having him inside you again.

With herculean effort, you rise to allow only a few inches to exit before dropping back down. Hands searching for leverage, you balance on the cushions behind you as you grind into his lap.

Dokyeom doesn’t know where to look, overwhelmed by his options; your face twisted around gasping breaths; or your chest, still clad in your bra, tits bouncing with each movement; or where his cock disappears inside you. 

But the silver heart around your throat seems to snag his focus easily.

Dokyeom isn’t possessive but the way it not so subtly declares you as his makes his cock throb. He’s the only one that gets to have you like this, and you him. The twin pendants remind him you’re his girlfriend and everything beyond slips away as he watches it jerk around with every movement.

Before long, your legs burn from effort, ruining your already unstable motions into nothing more than stuttered ruts. Dokyeom’s hands palming your ass assist in lifting you to the couch, limbs awkwardly sprawled off the edges but he doesn’t slow while your nails scratch deep lines into his shoulders.

“Oh, don’t stop! Fuck, please don’t stop.” You beg, head thrown back into the cushions.

Stopping sounds like the worst idea he’s ever heard. Dokyeom needs this. Gloved snuggly in your heat after so long is the only cure for the constant plague of memories of pestering him day and night. He knows they won’t go away but at least he won’t feel like ripping his skin off every time you're within a fifteen foot radius.

The wet clap of your bodies grows to a crescendo, your orgasm on the horizon and tightening your muscles into a deathgrip on his length. Spots float in Dokyeom’s vision at the squeeze and he drops his mouth to yours to lap up all your high pitched whines.

When he rises again to gasp against his own pleasure, the chain you gifted him dangles right above your lips and a nuclear bomb detonates.

You cum again with Dokyeom’s thumb under the ribbon encircling your neck, a tease of choked breath as he rubs the charm like a lifeline. Voice cracking, earth shatter, mind numb pleasure from the tip of your nose to your pinky toe. 

Dokyeom is babbling over you. Rhythm abandoned as he subjected to the tight squeeze of your worn cunt until that punch to his gut hits. Each rope of cum makes his cock throb as he plows you with a deep thrust, stilling to empty himself inside you.

You're fully crushed into the itchy upholstery as his arms buckle.

“Wow,” you gasp, catching your breath.

What else can you say? A month of no touching culminating into the best sex of your life with your devastating boyfriend while he wears a chain with your name on it.

Dokyeom cackles into your collarbone, chest tickling against yours until he leans back to look at you. 

His hair resembles an electrocuted poodle, his lips are red and swollen, and sweat glosses his skin in the low light. But Dokyeom is glowing with life and happiness and all the things that make the world good.

“I love you.”

Dokyeom responds with a girlish shriek at your impromptu confession. 

“Damn, okay.” You laugh, staring at his bare ass as he runs a lap around the living room stark naked.

“You can’t just— I wanted to say it first!” He pouts before flopping down on top of you.

“Are you serious?” Breathless from his weight, you fail to push him off you as he flails like a fish. “Is that what you’re focusing on?” 

“Yes,” Dokyeom grouches into your cheek. “You’re the first girl I’ve felt this way about and I wanted to…”

He trails off, suddenly embarrassed. Your entire relationship was many of Dokyeom’s firsts. The first person he had sex with, first college girlfriend he told his mom and sister about, and now the first girl to make him truly understand loving another person. It wasn’t something you held over his head, and some of it he didn’t even tell you about but it all tallies up in his mind how unprepared he is for it all. 

“Minnie, look at me.”

You don’t speak again until he finally meets your gaze. 

“I don’t even remember what we were talking about.” You sigh.

Dokyeom doesn’t catch hint, “We were talking about–”

“Nope, can’t seem to recall.” 

Finally, he catches the playful pout and the way your eyes cut back his as you look around the room feigning ignorance. And because he’s Dokyeom and you’re a sucker for anything he does, you can’t stop the smile mirroring his own when softly traces the apple of your cheek with his thumb.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[1for5]

yes im changing

paige bueckers x reader

(paige x uconn psychology student!reader)

synopsis: with y/n being in a new environment, still facing rejection, how can she bounce back?

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chap 4

y/n pov:

okay scratch that. i would have to do all athletes. okay new research:

a comparative research on the academic resilience of students and students part of the basketball team in the university of connecticut.

much better. i can have more focus on the people in my research. and plus, the basketball teams are the most known in uconn, which could make them have different perspectives. but first.. i would have to ask their coach first. i may ask aubrey if she can bring me to their coach, his name is coach geno..?

after their training (and an hour of peyton giggling), i went up to aubrey and told her about my research.

“yeah! i could definitely ask coach geno, he’s in the other room though to get his stuff, but he’ll come back soon” aubrey replied with enthusiasm. “thats great! thanks aubrey. i would also have to ask the men’s basketball coach, but ill check tomorrow since its already late” i mentioned. aubrey and i got to talk a little bit more, aubrey asking me why i was even in their training the first place.

i said that peyton’s crush is in the team, which made aubrey laugh. when we both looked behind to peyton, we see her talking to azzi. smooth ass..

coach geno finally got out of the other room, and aubrey introduced me to him.

“oh coach! this is y/n, and she has a small favor to ask” aubrey says. “hello coach geno! i am a freshman taking psychology, and i wanted to ask if i could have your team to be part of my research” i smiled.

“what’s it about?”

“their resistancy in regards to their school work sir”

“will it hinder their skills?”

“no sir”

“how long will this take?”

“maximum of a month i believe, but it still depends”

“as long as the team says yes and it wont be a distraction, then im all for it. goodluck y/n, and welcome to uconn!” coach geno replied with a small smile. “thank you sir! it means a lot” i smiled back.

i went back to peyton, who was talking to azzi, and introduced me to her. azzi then introduced me to the other players— to nika, kk, paige, and caroline. i guess i still needed a formal greeting even with the event that happened yesterday.

i then proceeded to ask the whole team about my research idea, and they were all willing to help me. just needed to contact the men’s basketball team now.

after small talks, we all headed back to our dorms. i feel better with the team already, they’re all quite playful, just have to ignore that one blonde, paige. we haven’t talked a word to each other, and i won’t mind if we don’t talk at all.

when we arrived to the dorms area, we all bid our goodbyes to some of the members and the others headed to the same dorm building as me. turns out that everyone that has the same dorm as me lives on the same floor as me.. this will be fun. my “floormates” are nika, ashlynn, ice, kk, and paige. azzi along with caroline and the others were at another dorm building.

we all bid our goodnights, and aubrey and i went inside our dorm. we both were too tired, and got unready and head to our beds quick.

“goodnight y/n!”

“goodnight aubs”

the next week

the last days were great. men’s basketball team is on board with my research, and my introduction and rrl is surprisingly done.

today, i will start to interview the women’s basketball team, and i am thinking of doing observations with them as well— like having group study sessions and know their behavior and thoughts.

its now 2pm, two hours before the team’s training, which gives me enough time to interview some people. i text aubrey saying that im near their court, and was asking who i can interview first.

aubrey: paige is free

goddamn it.

oh well, let’s just get this over with. i open the court’s entrance, the team seeing me and greeting me.

“so, who can go first?” i ask the team, i really didn’t want paige, she will just give me negative energy for the rest of the day. she is always so.. negative towards me.

“i dont think we can.. coach wants us to do 25 laps as penalty! but since paige wasn’t there when the team was goofing around.. she’s free” azzi explained. “what did you guys even do that made coach geno be in fumes?” i asked.

“teased coach about paige dating on of his children.. they’re our age though” aubrey steps in. “oh id send you guys to 25 laps as well” i joked. “whatever!” azzi says.

i told paige to come with me the the bleachers, still being nonchalant.

“so where do we begin..” i hummed. i could feel that paige felt awkward

“name?” i started.

“paige bueckers”

“year?”

“im a junior”

she’s 2 years older than me.

“current gpa?”

“3.9”

not bad.

“workloard in school?”

“atleast 5 worksheets and 2 tests per week”

“can you finish them on time?”

“depends”

“what’s your hardest subject?”

“chemistry”

“favorite subject?”

“anatomy”

“okay that’s all for now. we still have more interviews in the future, and a possible group study session with the others. thank you!” i tell paige.

“thanks” paige coldly replies.

after an interview with aubrey, azzi, and the others, i wrapped it up, just in time for them to do their own preps before training. i was looking for a water dispenser as i was thirsty. i passed by the locker room and heard a voice.

“what is she even doing here? can’t she do her studies somewhere else? we don’t need her bro” the voice stated, which i think was pertaining to me.

“paige, just be kind. its a freshman’s research, you know how tough some professors are with the freshmans, they would have to give their best” another voice replied back.

“whatever, let’s just get to practice” paige scoffs. i rolled by eyes and realized that it was my signal to go, i didn’t want them to see me. i quickly got my water and got out of the court, thanking coach geno and the other members who were just sitting on the bleachers.

as i walk, i start to feel discouraged. i just want to do what’s best for me, and a person who doesn’t know me just talks bad about what im doing. i guess i just have to suck it up, i have no time for negativity anyways. just focus on being able to transfer to stanford.

uconn, your star is not-so shining to me.

- zo’s notes: hello, i hope everyone is enjoying reading my fic :)

[mhahaikyuus]

mafia geto pt 3

pt1 & pt 2

tags:; established relationship, fighting, angst to fluff, mentions of infidelity, arguing, drinking, yandere geto

word count:; 2.3k

a/n: likes and reblogs appreciated. hope you enjoy this little series

On the rare occasion that you were pissed you went back to your apartment without a word. Geto would check your location and god forbid you turned it off. He would hop in one of his many cars breaking every law with his driving and knock on your door until you answered. He didn’t want to fight but more importantly, he wanted you safe. He was a powerful man and now that you were with him meant a target on your back. Your location off sent chills down his spine. 

You were in your bedroom sleeping when pounding at your door woke you up. Groaning already knowing it was your boyfriend with the way he pounded on the door. Grabbing a second pillow you smushed it to the other side of your head trying to drown the annoying noise out. 

Geto wasn’t going to leave without seeing you. Leaning against the wall after knocking on that door “Baby just let me know you’re in here.” He called out with no response. “Don’t make me break this lock I’ll do it.” Geto yelled. He was nervous you weren’t answering. What if something had happened? 

After hearing his threat you pulled yourself out of bed and swung the door open with the most dead expression. “Geto it is 11pm what the hell are you doing.” 

He returned your glare and pushed himself inside. You called him Geto, he hates that. “You turned your location off.” 

“Maybe because I have a stalker for a boyfriend and I don’t like you right now.” You snipped closing the door and following him to your couch. 

Geto ignored the stalker comment with a roll of his eyes (a habit he had picked up from you). Sitting on your couch manspreading yanking his tie to loosen around his neck, running a hand through his long dark hair. 

“I get your mad-“

“I’m not mad im furious. And you being here right now is only making that worse.”

“Do you know what could have happened to you?” 

“I could not have you so far up my ass you can taste my spleen.” You snapped. You didn’t want to hear a safety lecture right now.  

“Darling you’re not ever getting rid of me. I don’t care how mad you are we will work it out angel and you do not turn off your location.” He yelled standing up to face you. 

You rolled your eyes with a small laugh pissing him off more. 

Geto just drove all the way across town and you were still being “bitchy” He muttered

He could see your lips twist and your usually warm eyes radiating an ice cold stare at his words. “I will do whatever the hell I want and you’re not gonna tell me what to do.” You yelled back opening your door. “Get the hell out.” Only you could speak to him like this without fearing for your life.

Geto groaned dragging his hand over his face. There was no point in arguing with you when you got like this, he couldn’t talk this out when you were still scowling at him like that. Geto accepted his temporary defeat walking out the door with a slam following his footsteps. 

You cried yourself to sleep that night and Geto poured himself multiple drinks to go to sleep, but not before sending somebody to watch your building. 

Being your petty self looking at the 6 unanswered messages from your boyfriend and the anger from the recent fight you pressed the block button before throwing your phone away from you. Since you were so bitchy right?

The next morning Geto woke up with a horrific hangover and regret for how he handled last night. He let his anger get the best of him once again and you didn’t tolerate that. He lashed out even worse when he let his fear get the best of him, going through the worst case scenario when you turned off your location. Picking up the phone to call with an apology on the tip of his tongue to find out he couldn’t call you making him frown. 

Weird. 

He texted you once again for the 7th time and saw a green color instead of the familiar blue. 

You had blocked him. 

Geto felt his body go cold. Were you really mad enough to block him? And was it for good? No breakup or explanation just cutting off communication and moving on? 

“Fuck!” 

The bright sun from the morning was what woke you from a rough sleep. You knew that you would have to get out of bed today otherwise wallow in the sadness. All you wanted was a hug from him, but he was a jackass you were prideful. No way in hell were you going to apologize or make the first move when he was in the wrong. Today a couple blocks from your apartment was a farmers market you had been meaning to go to. Spending money you didn’t have to not feel sad was a habit you loved. 

Dragging yourself out of bed to throw on a dress and sandals and a near-empty wallet to waste the day outside in the sun instead of the dark dungeons of your bed. 

Coming out of your building you immediately noticed a black car down the street with tinted windows and you could almost laugh. 

Suguru when you first got together taught you how to spot a tail. So him sending one to follow you was stupid, because not only did you know how to spot but also how to lose one. 

Walking down the street with no facial expression you emerged yourself into the crowd and moved until he lost sight of you. 

It took about four blocks within the busy city sidewalk but it was easy enough while killing two birds with one stone. The tail unable to find you as you slipped in between pedestrians and using moving vehicles for cover. The farmer’s market was only a block away. You spent the entire day buying whatever you wanted with your money without your phone blowing up. 

Geto could’ve put a bullet in his guy’s head. “What the fuck do you mean you lost her.” He almost growled into the phone with an almost crushing grip on the device. 

“She must’ve saw me and dipped into a crowd before I had a chance to track her.” The tail said shakily into the device hearing how angry his boss was. 

“If you don’t find her I swear to god. You better not come back to this house or you’re a dead man.” 

“Yes-yes sir.” 

In the middle of you staring at a booth filled with jewelry, you felt a hand squeeze your ass. You jumped at the feeling and turned around ready to kill whoever put his hands on you. 

Fury covered your features as you turned and immediately stopped when you recognize who it was. 

He was looking down at you with a smile that you were of so familiar with. 

“Did you miss me baby?” Haru smiled down at you.

“Stop grabbing my ass you perv.” You swatted him but felt relief. It wasn’t a random creep off the street trying to cop a feel. 

“You know I can’t resist your sweet ass.” He joked and you snorted in response 

Haru was one of your closest friends when you started college and he was very gay. 

Haru wrapped his arm around you and gave you a kiss on your forehead swaying you back and forth. You returned the hug with a smile. 

He was always very affectionate with you and it had been a while since you two had seen each other. 

“I haven’t seen you in forever, you free to grab food?” He said pulling away. 

It wasn’t like you had anything else going on today. “Yep. But you’re paying.” You said as he held hands with you steering you to a nearby street filled with restaurants. 

Little did you know that while you were distracted by your affectionate friend, that your tail had found you once again. 

He was talking pictures of your interaction from a distance. From the outside it looked really bad. A guy was all over you, groping you, hugging, and giving you kisses. Haru also dressed like a straight guy. 

The tail was panicking. He already was threatened before to be killed and now you were cheating with proof. 

He reluctantly sent the pictures to Geto’s phone as he watched you and Haru laugh over a dinner table. 

You two talked for hours catching up on everything the two of you missed. The restaurant closing was your cue for you to wrap up dinner. 

The sun was setting as he hugged you goodbye and you made it back to your apartment. 

Unlocking your door you kicked off your sandals and dropped your bags before turning on the light. 

Geto was sitting at your kitchen table with a glass of brown liquor in his hands. His eyebags were worse than usual and he had a sad scowl on his face. He had obviously been drinking for a while. His violet eyes bloodshot and heartbroken. 

“What are you doing here.” You said with a frown walking further into your apartment once recovering from shock at his presence. 

“If you’re going to end things with me. I need you to say it to my face.” He said with a slight slur and watery eyes. 

“What the hell are you talking about.” You said with a huff still irritated just by his presence. 

“I’m talking about you blocking me and then I see you with some asshole’s hands all over you in the street not even 24 hours later.” He grimaced bringing the glass to his lips with a tight grip and dark eyes. 

You snort at him bringing up Haru. “First of all i don’t appreciate you having one of your minions stalking me. You think I don’t notice like i’m stupid.” 

“So we're really done.” He said trying to not cry, ignoring your words. 

You sighed and sat down in the chair. 

“No like you said. We’re never really done. Just because I block you for a day doesn’t mean we’re broken up it means i’m pissed and don’t want to speak to you. And that guy who had his arms all over me. He’s my friend.- 

-“What kind of”-

“my GAY friend. Haru is just super affectionate.” You finished before he lost it. 

Geto squinted at you, “How do I know he’s gay.” 

You stood up and sat in his lap. Suguru immediately wrapped his arms around your waist at your touch. No matter how drunk or angry he was at you, he would never pull away from your touch. You pulled out your phone and pulled up a video you had recorded. It was Haru sloppily making out with another guy in a dark club as you cheered in the background drunk as hell from a year ago. 

Geto's bored eyes focused on the screen. You turned off your phone and turned towards him in his lap. You could see some of the tension wrapped around him lessening as the conversation continued. 

Wrapping your arm across his back and laying your head on his neck. He rubbed your back as you sighed. He was jealous and very sad. As angry as you were you could tell he was taking this fight a little too hard. You didn’t like him so drunk and sad no matter how you were feeling. If you thought he was breaking up with you or cheating, you would also be in shambles. 

“I’m tired can you lay with me.” You said snuggling into his neck. 

“You’re not mad anymore?” He asked timidly happy you were still here. He was beginning to sober up a bit as the conversation continued. 

“I was but i’m tired now and I would like to cuddle with you. I walked all day my feet hurt.” You admitted. The hot weather, losing the tail, and dinner took all the energy out of you today. Suguru also loved to cuddle you, it was one of the only things in this world that could soothe him. 

Geto picks you up hands under your butt and carried you to bed. You tugged him into bed next to you. 

“I love you, I missed you.” He mumbled a heavy weight lifting off his chest. You forgave him even if he didn’t deserve it. 

“Im sorry I didn’t mean anything I said.” He said with sad eyes as you two slotted in between each other. 

“I know. I love you too baby, even when you are a weirdo stalker that follows me and breaks into my house.” You said running a hand up and down his stomach accepting his apology. 

Pulling your leg over his you snuggled into his chest and paused when you felt a familiar object around his waistband. You snuck your hand into his pants and pulled out his gun. 

“Did you really have to bring this when you were coming to see me Suguru?” You said with raised eyebrows looking down at him from your elbow placing it on the nightstand. 

Geto smiled at you using his name again. “I thought you were bringing that guy back.”He shrugged trailing his hand up your side 

“And what you were going to commit a murder-suicide?”You asked laying on his warm chest. 

“No I was going to put a bullet in between his eyes and take you home.”He said half asleep smelling your scalp, his favorite smell. 

“You say that like you’re talking about going for a walk.” You said with raised eyebrows. Suguru rarely talked like this in front of you. 

“Because I love you angel and seeing you with another guy makes it very easy.” He replied shutting off the bedroom lamp to finally go to sleep in your arms. 

[changingplumbob]

Glenn’s run on the challenge by @cawthorntales had come to an end. While he was happy that Grayson was getting the man he deserved (@akitasimblr your Clive was a winner from the start!) he felt empty. Leaving Henford on Bagley he had to make his way back home alone. Not even proper home. Phoebus had ordered the coven to shift location again in his absence so while the faces he was heading back to would be familiar the surrounds certainly wouldn't be.

I can hear you narrating you know. You can? *sighs* Just leave me alone

CW for very sad Glenn! You've been warned

*TEXT CHIME*

Don’t you want to check that No. I can’t. My wallpaper is me and Grayson. What if I promised it’s just your grandfather wanting to know how you are? *sniffles* I guess I could call him, I don’t want him to worry

Howard: Hello? Glenn: Hi grandfather Howard: Oh my boy. Are you okay? Did you get the right loading screen? Is the hotel nice? Miranda booked it, I still can’t work computers Glenn: You have other skills grandfather. You’re still the best spellcaster I know

Howard: Better not let Phoebus hear that Glenn: Is he still mad Howard: I mean… he’s leader of your coven, of course he’s upset that you chose to leave for the competition. But between you and I he did want you to win Glenn: I wanted me to win to grandfather *sniffles* Look, I’ll see you tomorrow Howard: Just promise me you’ll look after yourself

Glenn: Yeah… *starts to cry* Howard: Oh kiddo, I know it hurts. That’s how you know you were in love. But you have such a big beautiful heart Glenn. I’m so proud of you for putting yourself out there and I know you did your best Glenn: But it wasn’t enough… Howard: Maybe not this time but- Glenn: *sniffling* I got to go grandfather. I need to find some food and check… stuff Howard: Okay. I love you kiddo, I’m going to give you the biggest hug when you’re back

Glenn hung up and felt his hear sink further with every sob. Sure there was company at home but the company he wanted most lay behind him. With another guy.

Do you have to keep narrating, I'm already depressed! Sorry! It's kind of my job as watcher you know. But I did get you an ice cream machine for the hotel...

Perfect. As a glutton my only companion is food. And even that will leave me I didn't mean- And I can't even be mad you know. Clive is so nice and he was always putting Grayson first. I got distracted by one compliment from Brandon and was on the back foot ever since

And... you ignored his dog I got in my own head too much. I was so worried she'd snap at me I didn't even try. But dogs love you Maybe... I guess I just underestimated how much I'd care about him. As time went on I just became so focused on doing everything right, I wouldn't try for stuff in case I got it wrong

I miss him already. Is that not the most pathetic thing you've ever heard Glenn honey, you're spiraling I mean... I'm happy for him, I am. I wanted him to find someone to love and he did. He deserves all the love in the world does my Stud Muffin. I mean... Clive's Stud Muffin

So what's next? Another challenge to break my heart? My own challenge where I get to make half a dozen people feel this insignificant I mean I don't think everyone that pursued Grayson fell as hard as you Clive did. And they're going to have just the most gorgeous kids You know what I think? I think we need to get you back home with the rest of your coven huh? Have a reset

*sighs* Just... promise me I won't be alone forever I'm going to look after you, promise

Who is that handsome sorcerer in the mirror? Wowee, what a catch! I bet he is also super smart, and super funny, and has really really nice abs...

And so we leave Glenn trying his best to give himself a pep talk before he heads back to the coven. What do you think is next for Glenn? Will he be able to move on or will his coven drive him insane? Can the competition give him a Silver lining?

[winterinvelaris]

I think I know who the Archerons are descended from (MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MAASVERSE)

So, I know we talk a lot about the Archerons and their potentially magical lineage, and I'd like to take my own personal stab at it: I think the sisters are descended from Dorian and Manon.

Let's talk about the surface level stuff: It's heavily implied that Dorian and Manon's relationship does not end after Kingdom of Ash. It's pretty reasonable to assume that they might've even gotten married and had children (unless the witch-typical complications prevented them from doing so). It's also very possible to assume that Throne of Glass takes place in the past. (That's a theory explanation for another day, though. emilystheories on insta has a great run down of it.) We also know that the Throne of Glass fae made their way to other worlds- perhaps even the ACOTAR universe?

The Archerons and Magic: We know that these three sisters start human, but after becoming Fae, they are MASSIVELY more powerful than most others of their species. Even before their transformations, they were powerful-- think about Nesta shielding against Tamlin's glamour and the massive amount of will and strength it canonically took both her and Elain to survive the Cauldron. This shows that they aren't your everyday, average humans. The Nesta-is-a-witch theory isn't exactly a new one- there's plenty of jokes in the text that connect her to witches that it almost feels unnecessary to mention her iron-will, her death magic, her beauty, or her bloodthirstiness. Almost. Everything about Nesta screams Ironteeth. And then there's Elain-- her connection to Dorian and Manon's magic is a little less obvious than that of her sisters. I definitely think she has more of Manon's Crochan influence than Ironteeth. The Crochan are described as peaceful and beautiful-- sound familiar? We also know that it was common for witches to be Seers and for them to make Witch Mirrors that could see through time. Now, think about Dorian's magic: raw, unspecified power that he usually uses for elemental power and shapeshifting. He favors ice, usually. Now, think about Feyre's power: abilities so diverse it might as well be raw that focuses on elemental power and shapeshifting. She and her water-wolves also have a lot of fun with the ice. VERY similar. Too similar to ignore. 

Archerons and Titles: Okay, so we know that the Archerons come from money. Or, at least they used to. It's possible for that money to have come from a royal bloodline. But that's not what's important right now. There's something that's been bugging me for a while, and I think this theory explains it. Have you noticed that Feyre (if we ignore Rhysand lol) is virtually never referred to as a queen? She's almost always called a Princess, specifically the Princess of Carrion. Nesta, despite not having an official title, is always the one who's called a Queen. Could this be a nod to the ancestors these sisters take after the most? Feyre is always called a Princess even after becoming High Lady-- quite similar to our favorite Princeling after he becomes King. Nesta has always been regarded as a Queen no matter her status-- also similar to the High Queen of witches before she got her title.

Other notable things:

The witches have the three-faced goddess. There are three Archeron sisters. Witches are usually women. Obviously, the sisters are all women. Witches raise their young to be heartless and cutthroat-- much like how Nesta was raised by their mother. Feyre's name is an ancient faerie name. The Archeron cottage had Wyrdmarks on it, implying influence from TOG in the ACOTAR world.

[madhatterbri]

Confrontation | F.B. Part 2

Summary: Y/N gets injured while working out, so JD invites Finn to her house.

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps @mrsarcherofinfamy

Y/N ignored all of Finn's texts and phone numbers. The sting of his betrayal ached. She wasn't sure if she would ever get over it. Every time she tried to drift off to sleep, she would see them together. Kissing in her room like there was nothing stopping them.

"Y/N, Earth to Y/N," JD spoke. His hand waved in front of her face. She shook her head and looked at him. Her thoughts on Finn made her space out again.

"I'm fine. Let's just work out," Y/N told him. Ever since the break up, she picked up working out more with JD. She hated being at home. All the memories of her and Finn together. The road didn't help much when she would constantly run into him. He looked so sad.

"You are working out too much. You are going to hurt yourself. This is all a misunderstanding. He loves you. He is still in love you," JD pleaded for Finn.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Then why did he kiss her, huh? Why did he kiss the one girl I can't stand the most?"

JD stood around quietly. He bit his lip and cleared his throat. He wasn't sure how to make things better. Well, they couldn't possibly get any worse. "Let's just go for our run,"

They ran for around a mile and a half until Y/N fell. Her knees were bloody messes, and her ankle was swollen. She kept it together, but inside, she was an emotional wreck. All she wanted to do was get over Finn. The jerk.

"Come on, let's get you home," JD sighed and helped her to his car.

The ride to Y/N's house was silent. JD wasn't dumb enough to say I told you so. Y/N didn't want to admit he was right. She sat in the passenger seat, pouting.

JD parked in her driveway. He helped her inside her house. Y/N took a shower, bandaged up her knees, and placed ice on her ankle.

"Hey, I'm going to head out. I-" JD was cut off by a knock on her front door.

"It's probably delivery. I have some packages coming in. Would you mind getting them?" She asked and apologized. Y/N felt guilty for being such a burden.

JD smiled innocently. "Of course not. I'll get it right now,"

He scurried off quickly. Y/N turned on the television and made herself comfortable. This was going to be a long day. Hopefully, she didn't take too long to heal. Before she raised the volume on the television, she swore she heard JD talking to someone in her house.

The accent was familiar.

Oh, he couldn't have.

"Hey, look who it is! Finn stopped by," JD announced. In a bucket hat and all black stood her ex. A sheepish look on his face.

"Hey, Y/N," he muttered.

[rubberfuckey]

summary: After a worried phone call from Wheezie, you decide to come back to Kildare. Third part!

part one part two

wc: 1.9k

a/n: third part! as always, let me know what you think, working on part four as we speak (:

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JJ rolled the weed and John B brought a case of beer to the dock as you mentally prepared yourself for the stories you were about to hear. Wheezie had texted you to say she was going to hang out with a girl from her class and she’d see you later. It took an hour, and input from everyone for the story to conclude. You opened your mouth to reply, having been silent for the entirety of it, but the words couldn’t escape your mouth. Tears filled your eyes as you tried to blink them away. Rafe the murderer? There’s no way they would lie about something like this. You got up and walked back to shore without saying a word, Sarah following as you sat in the grass watching the tide roll in. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you. He’s just dangerous, I didn’t want you to come back and get close to him again. It’s not safe.” Sarah said she leaned her head on your shoulder. You just nodded. Your phone dinged and you looked to see it had been a text from Wheezie. “Wanna get some ice cream?” 

As she read it, Sarah moved, “How long are you here for?” You hadn’t even thought about it, too focused on just getting here. 

“Probably a few days” you shrugged.

She nodded and offered to drop you off at your house to get your car to pick Wheeze up, but a long walk sounded like exactly what you needed to help you process right now. 

You said your goodbyes to everyone and started the long walk back to your house.

As you walk up to your house, you noticed an extra car in the driveway, a Range Rover. Of course, who else would it be but Rafe, sitting on your porch talking to your parents. Your hands trembled with anxiety as you made your way to the lounger your parents were sitting on and took the seat next to them.

“Ah, Y/N, just the girl we were talking about.” 

You gave them a tight-lipped smile, “Hey guys. Hi Rafe?” you said with a hint of confusion as you nodded in his direction. He ignored your tone and just smiled at you.

“So what’s up? What are you doing here?” you asked.

“Well, we didn’t really get much of a chance to talk at the club earlier, I wanted to see if we could catch up before you go back to school.” 

Your parents watching the whole scene did not help your nerves in this situation, they looked at you as they waited for your answer. They secretly hoped that you two would work things out. It would be perfect, two kids from two of the most affluent families on the island, starting their own lives together to make more rich babies. That couldn’t be further from your plans after what you were just told.

He tried again, after not getting a response from you the first time, “Maybe we could just take a walk around the neighborhood?” 

Way to corner me, Rafe. What would he do if you said no to that? Yell in your face? Shoot you? Kill you too? Or maybe just try to drown you like he did to his own sister? You just couldn’t imagine him doing any of those things. 

“Sure,” you whispered. He said his goodbyes to your parents and placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you off the porch. 

It was quiet, you were not going to be the first to speak and Rafe didn’t know what to say. 

“So what’s new with you?” he asked, grasping at straws for conversation.

“Not much, just buried in school work. I don’t really have time for anything else.” 

“Make any new friends? Any new love interests?” It was obvious he was trying to seem calm and slyly asking about your relationship status, but the tension was still palpable.

You just shook your head, “Sofia seems nice.” 

“Yea, she is. She’s a good friend,” he emphasized the last word.

You nodded, acting uninterested. He huffed and stopped in his tracks after not getting the reaction out of you that he had hoped for. You stopped walking and turned to look at him behind you, “What?”

“Y/N I miss you. It can’t be this weird between us forever, we should be able to have a simple conversation. I’m sorry, for everything. For ruining us, for hurting you, for pushing you out of the entire fucking state. I need you back here. Things haven’t been the same since you left,” he stopped, tears forming in his eyes. Not being able to hold back anymore, you decide to let him know that you know.

“You killed her, Rafe. You killed the sheriff, you shot Sarah and then tried to drown her, and you’ve terrorized every single one of the pogues every single day since I left. You melted down a god-forsaken priceless artifact. Your problems run deeper than our break up.” 

His mouth fell open, and tears started welling up in his eyes. “Wait, Y/N,” he grabbed your wrist before you could walk away from where he was standing, “Sarah told you all that stuff?” 

“You’re not even going to try to deny it?” 

He looked away towards an elderly man walking a dog down the street, “I’ll tell you everything, Y/N, I swear. But not here, will you please come back to Tannyhill? Somewhere we can talk in private?”

“Sure, going to an empty house with you right now seems like a great idea, Rafe.” 

He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes at your sarcasm, “You know I would never do anything to hurt you, and it wouldn’t even be empty. Wheezie will be there.”

Wheezie, shit. Forgot about the ice cream. You don’t know why, but you believed him. He was still just Rafe, right? He would’ve never dreamed about hurting you before. You turned around and started walking in the opposite direction, back to your house to get to his car. 

The drive was silent, just Rafe quietly trailing behind you as you led the way. Rose was getting out of her car as you two walked up to the front door, Rafe reaching from behind you to open it for you. Rose gave you a knowing look, watching as he pulled you up towards his room and out to the balcony. More silence, great. It was quiet for the first few minutes you were up there with him. You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to make some sense of what to say. 

“I’ve been really struggling. I needed help- I need help,” he paused, but you just let him keep talking, “What I did, it was so bad, it was so beyond fucked up. I wish I could take it all back knowing what I do now. I was trying to protect my family, I was trying to save my father. I did this for everyone, Ward, Rose, Sarah, Wheezie. I wanted us to be a family again. She wasn’t going to let that happen, she was gonna take him away. And then Sarah, Sarah just couldn’t stop running her mouth. She wanted us to be separated, so she tried to steal what was rightfully ours for her little pogue boyfriend, and she was going to snitch on me. Then who would take care of us? I had to try to do something, I was being proactive. I know it was wrong, okay? I fucking know that. I wish I didn’t do half of the shit I did. I tried to tell him ya know? I told him I needed help, that something was wrong with me. I didn’t want to keep hurting people. But he wouldn’t listen. He didn’t care, he didn’t listen,” he hiccupped, trying to keep the tears at bay.

You sat there listening, heart breaking at this broken man in front of you. You don’t know why but you needed to touch him. You got up and pulled him into a hug, he bent down to hide his head in your shoulder.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m so sorry, I ruined everything.” He sobbed and panicked as he repeated those three statements into your neck.

You rubbed his back as he cried, what were you going to do now? Your eyes filled with tears at the thought of how much pain he’s caused and how much pain he’s been through himself.  Exhausted from the drive and all the emotion from the day, you rested your body back on Rafe, holding each other up. 

“Y/N? Can you stay? Finish your classes online and transfer back here?” 

You sighed, you knew you couldn’t. But who else would get him the help he needs? 

“I can’t do that, you know that.”

“How long are you going to be here before you go back?” 

“I’m not sure, Rafe. I have to go though, I promised Wheezie ice cream tonight. She is the whole reason I came back, I can’t just neglect her.”

“What do you mean ‘she’s the reason’ you came back?”

You froze unsure of what to say to keep him from getting upset.

“She called me, she’s grieving and she was worried about how you were holding up.”

He just nodded quietly, “I like ice cream.” 

To say Wheezie was shocked to see you and Rafe leaving his room together to get her is an understatement.

“You mind if Rafe comes? He offered to drive and pay, no matter how many toppings we get,” you asked.

“Uh, no I didn’t,” you elbowed him in the ribs before he backtracked, “fine, I did.” 

“Why didn’t you just say so? Let’s go.” Wheezie skipped passed Rafe grabbing your arm to link with hers, laughing as you fought over who got shotgun. You won. The ice cream was great, and the drive back to Tannyhill was filled with giggles and singing along to the radio as Rafe stayed quiet, watching Wheezie really smile for what seemed like the first time in months, and you laugh without a care in the world. Maybe everything would be okay?

Wheezie asked you to come back in the house, she needed a girl's night and Sarah was still MIA. She picked the movie while you popped the popcorn, Rafe watching you from where he sat at the kitchen island. 

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’m really not sure, I’m here on a whim.”

“Well if you’re not too busy, maybe we could hang out? Tonight has been great.” He spoke cautiously, not wanting to push any boundaries.

You nodded as Wheezie walked into the kitchen, inspecting the popcorn situation. 

“Okay, well. You guys have fun, I’ll be just upstairs.” 

You both watched him walk up the stairs until you heard his door close and his footsteps stop. 

“Okay, what the fuck? You guys are talking like everything’s fine?” she asked immediately.

“Hey! Watch your mouth!” you scolded, with a smile on your face, “I don’t really know what to tell you, dude.”

“Do you still love him?”

Your eyes went wide at the bluntness of her question. 

“I don’t know, Wheeze,” Yes, so much it scares me. “Are we watching this movie or what?”

You both made yourself comfortable on the sofa, as she started Mean Girls for what has to be the thousandth time. After Mean Girls, you decided to watch another movie, shooting your parents a text that you would be home tomorrow. Neither of you made it through the second movie, both passing out in the living room within the first half of it. 

part four

[unknownbiscuits]

A poem I made while watching Yagsterr’s premiere last night

I had already posted it under the farewell video’s comment section over on YT, but I’m just reposting it here since I’m really proud of it.

I’m not gonna be able to watch the whole thing right now, but I made a poem while I was listening to the video. It’s very personal and deep, exploring my journey through Murder Drones and the fandom and how it impacted me throughout its lifespan.

Anyway, I hope you like this. Take care, guys.

New places, old faces

Hidden for what felt like ages

Unready, unsteady to see these people again

Never knowing, showing, not feeling where I’m going

Searching for a place to perch in this sunny, hot, humid school

Never never ever felt comfortable or cool

Until I found my old faces

They introduced me to a new place, a place that I’ve tried to picture in my mind before

Ice, snow, oil, robots galore

A small community, at least during the dance

Maybe I had found that place that would give me a chance

Haven’t felt this way since the underground tale

Hopefully this one won’t fail

Introduced to new friends, visible across tables and texts

Hooked, not knowing what’s next

But this place felt nice

Seeing new and interesting characters that I liked

Helping me understand the blue, red and yellow puzzle pieces with the golden retriever

Navigating the hallways and my classes with a crow on my shoulder, always watching forever

It was good, great even to properly traverse

That would be the end of this first verse

Would've been

That's when everything pǝddᴉlɟ

Felt like I was getting w h i p p e d

Over

          and over

                           AND OVER AGAIN

Some of my friends weren't what I thought they were

The ones that got closest to me hurt

He wouldn’t let me go I had no choice

But to hide again, no voice

Felt like I was

F 

 A 

  L

    L 

     I 

      N 

       G

Until the purple caught me

Purple, black, not ignoring

Neon eyes glowing, calming my soul

I had to perch on a new place, with a not-too-new face

Her face is still everything; it’s what kept me safe

Away from the sharp metal that looked shinier every day

The dirty black that looked cleaner every day

I leaned on her soft metal, as she taught me anew

How to walk, talk, do

She showed me lessons, building with my broken pieces of trust

She helped me live as I must, moving her perch from my shoulder to my head

No.

To my heart.

Of course, we both watched her journey together

For we knew that I had to move

We had to move together, or not at all

Watching her journey together

Learning new lessons both in and out of the snowy picturescape

She even helped me find new friends, ones that wouldn’t hurt nor tether

The community had since grown

Gifts being given across and forever

I know this place wouldn’t be the same without the people

Cause with more people, the show had a bigger easel

We spent countless days laughing and watching together

Me, the people, and her

Until we reached the absolute end of it

Did the fandom start to shift a bit

Some went, most stayed

For we knew there was more to play

And even though I won’t see any of her and the others officially, they’ll always live on

Unconditionally

They’re timeless, boundless, now left for us to continue with

Knowing this place…

It’ll be one for the myths

So thank you to the fans

The makers

Not the fakers

The artists

Always pouring their heart in this

To Uzi

For helping me not lose me

And most importantly,

To Glitch, Luke, Kevin, and Liam

For helping and feeding the fandom and allowing us to grow in the way we are today

For impacting countless lives, such as me

But I know

We’ll never leave.

As far as this poem, this is the final verse

But not the end of this universe

[swlyf-24]

The Lost Will Never Be Found

Lando swung his hotel door open with a click as the door creaked. Gosh, they really need to fix it soon... The moment Lando lifted his gaze, he felt his head lighten and his shoulders droop from its tension. In all its glory, the one piece of furniture that he had been longing to see, the wonderful, comforting, soft, welcoming couch. He felt he could cry a river as he crashed onto the couch, discarding his shoes.

It was a long day for Lando. And as they say, 'It was all too much for Little Lando Norris.'

"I can't wait to sleep the whole day..." Lando mumbled out, resting his head on his fist.  Despite the comfort that he felt for that split second, he was disgusted in the next. There was a wet feeling on his knuckles and he knows it didn't come from him. Why would it? All he knew, it could be poison or an out-of-this-world concoction.

Or, or, it could be...

Nothing?

"The fuck...?" Lando murmered.  As soon as the feeling appeared the magical liquid seemed to disappear. Must've been his imagination, it has been a long day after all. He felt the exhaustion pulling at his eyelids and entire body. No. He can't sleep yet. That feeling of forgetting something important tugs at his heart, unable for him to move on without finding what it is.

Lando dug through his bag to find his phone. The artificial light shines onto his metallic bracelet and onto the wall, reflecting a light of an odd shape. He unlocked it with great ease as he shimmied out of his socks and into the awaiting blanket. While waiting for his phone to load properly, Lando switched the television on.

'Iced' ? Sounds exciting. It does, however, remind Lando of 'Frozen'... Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers. At that moment in the face of exhaustion and curiosity, he felt like a beggar begging for mercy on his television.

Carlos

Good luck for today, you muppet. McLaren has been working some magic these days.

He's not wrong. Recently, McLaren has been racing on the track like a machine, faster than ever. Lando and Oscar have been soaring on the score boards, winning races after races. Maybe the voodoo dolls from Charles really did help to scare the bad luck away.

Lando's eyes feel sore, as if he had cried the whole ocean. Odd. He shuffled under the blanket; feeling like he was in a preheated oven. He switched his focus from Carlos' texts to the show that was on the screen. The soft noises with the dim lighting and the temperature, it was the perfect combination to put Lando to sleep.

As soon as Lando made himself comfortable with a pillow, he closed his eyes and began to slowly fall asleep. Lulling him to sleep, he felt a weight he never felt being lifted off his shoulders. It was not until a vibration from Lando's phone, did he begin to stir. Well, multiple vibrations.

It was an avalanche of messages, starting from WhatsApp to Instagram to X to... Everywhere. He felt immense fear coursing through him, through his blood. Like caffeine, it began to wake him up; more awake than he should've been.

Most of the messages are spanning from 'I'm sorry for your loss' to 'I'm always here for you'.

What is happening? Lando ignored the mass amount of messages and decided to call Oscar instead.

As Lando's phone rang, he felt a headache together along with hearing the sound of a ring. The headache soon passed but the ringing became constant.

After what felt like decades of rotting on the couch, waiting for Oscar's response, Oscar finally picked up.

'Hello? Lando?'

'Oscar,' he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in. 'Oscar, what is happening? I've been having messages from everywhere saying 'I'm sorry for your loss'.'

Silence filled both lines of the phone. Ghosts of what feels like fingers trace Lando's arm.

'So, you have not heard. Everyone's safe, don't fret. You'll be fine Lan, ignore them. Just...talk to me, will you?'

' Yes, but not right now. I just don't get it. Heard what? Was there something that happened on the paddock that I didn't see?' realization of his lack of caring about the possibilities began to hit him like a truck at full speed. Fuck, it was like standing on the track, getting hit by F1 cars over and over again.

' It's a huge prank, didn't Carlos say it to you already? Apparently, he got everyone to pull a huge prank on you and you didn't find out.' Oscar huffed out with a laugh. Lando could imagine the smile that is plastered against his face.

'Talk to me through your day, will you? Please?' Oscar said rather solemnly.

'Okay, yeah. I can do that.' Fear dissipated from his body. Lando's limbs became loose with the lack of tension—like a puppet with its strings cut off.

Lando began rambling about everything in his day— How someone had almost stolen his wallet, how well the car felt today, just everything.

Despite all the comfort that Oscar gave him, Lando couldn't help but feel a sense of uneasy building a nest in his heart—lingering. So as he talked, he began to scroll through social media hoping it could ease his mind.

'Oscar Piastri, Formula 1 driver for McLaren, has had a tragic accident.'

What? Tragic accident? What accident? But Oscar's still on the phone with Lando, isn't he?

'Oscar,'

'....'

'Oscar?'

Lando's breathing quickened as tears pricked his eyes like a thousand needles. His eyes read faster than ever, fingers scrolling faster than ever.

"Death, fatal accident, Oscar Piastri, collision." Lando breathed out, his lungs barely taking any breath in. No. He needed confirmation. Oscar wasn't dead. No, no he wasn't. It's just a prank like what Oscar said...right?

'Osc,'

But Oscar had beaten him to it.

'There's nothing I can do. You know I'm not real, Lan.'

Oh. Those words smashed a part of Lando that he didn't know existed. The weight of the truth that can defeat a thousand foes who have been living in lies. The same truth came for him, crushing him under a mountain, bounding his limbs; helpless. The truth heavy on his tongue, bile forming if he even dares to mutter the headlines again.

He felt his heart in his ears, he tasted the blood in his mouth, the sound in his mind.

'Can I stay on the phone with you, at least?' Lando asked hesitantly.

'Of course,' Oscar huffed out, each syllable seemed to be difficult for him to even mutter out. As if his lungs had been pierced and he's struggling to speak.

'I had a great race. I'm leading in the championship, you know? Ever since some people retired, I've been living the dream.' Oscar smiled.

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.'

But before Lando could mutter out another sentence, there was a loud silencing sound. The call had ended. His blood ran cold as his now slippery fingers fumbled for Oscar's contact, trying to call him again.

The tears on his screen making it harder than it's supposed to. He rang Oscar's number. Lando heard the ringtone of Oscar's phone ring out from the bedroom. Eyes wide, he began to find out the truth for himself.

There it was. Oscar's phone on the bedside table, ringing all the while Lando called him. It all made sense.

The water Lando felt on his fist before, it was his doing. The soreness in his eyes, it was also his doing. The headache, from his crying. And the ringing... The ringing was from Oscar's phone all along. It wasn't in Lando's head that he imagined the sound, it was a phone receiving a call for an owner who will never answer.

Lando crumbled like a piece of paper thrown into the oblivion. A pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders, but it was just not Oscar's. No, it was Carlos'. "I'm sorry." Carlos muttered out. Lando heaved and sobbed until his arms began to ache and so did his legs. But no amount of crying would bring Oscar back.

In the hotel room, there will be a man longing for another who will never return. Longing for the lost time that they should have been spending.

handling grief:

Our story, my ending.

[intoanotherworld23]

Loving You Is A Ride

Pairing: Reader x Luke Collins (Scott Eastwood)

Warnings: None

Length: 2902 words

Summary: After getting your heart broken a family friend let’s you stay with them for a while, and you swear off of love. That is until you meet a handsome and charming cowboy named Luke Collins

Alright I was totally inspired by @cevansbaby-dove and @cutedisneygrl to write this since they posted about him! It’s unfortunate there not more fanfiction about this man cause he is just so gorgeous, and I’ve been obsessed with him for a very long time. I hope you all enjoy! Thank you guys so much! XOXO

Check out my other works on my Hall Of Hunks

It's Friday night here at the local bar, and it's already packed full of people. Most of them wearing cowboy hats and girls wearing revealing outfits hoping to take someone home. If you weren't behind this bar you'd be one of those women.

Not that you were the kind of girl to do stuff like that, but your heart was covered in ice at this point. The last thing you wanted to feel was some type of emotion. It was like you had this wall around you, and you refused to let anyone break it down.

Your fiancé had been cheating on you, and you literally caught him in bed with another woman. Next thing you know you saw red and it ended with him getting a black eye and a couple scratches on his face and arms.

Of course you kicked his ass out of the apartment you two shared since it was in your name. Drinking away your sorrows as you wallowed in self pity. Ignoring every phone call and text you were receiving not in the mood to talk to people.

Things started to get so bad you literally locked yourself in your room barely leaving your bed as you laid there in the dark. Barely eating since your body was only craving something that could help numb the pain. Your mother came over and was shocked by what she walked into. She knew something had to be done to get you out of this funk.

Calling up a family friend telling her you needed to get away for the summer. Offering you a job to help her at the bar she owned, and a free place to stay at hers. You weren't going to pass up so you packed a lot of stuff and made yourself at home.

Telling her everything that happened, and she could tell you were hurting. Cassandra was the type of person that would help you out with anything, and do everything she could to make you feel better. Hoping that you working at the bar you would meet someone special with her blessing of course.

The music was blaring as you found yourself having to keep wiping down the counter top and refilling drinks. A couple young men attempting to flirt with you only to shot down none of them peaking your interest. Except one.

Feeling eyes staring at you almost as if he were zoning out. Looking behind you to make sure there wasn't anybody else he was looking at. His eyes still focused on you as you stood there awkwardly wondering if something was wrong with him.

As he was staring you took that time to really look at him. Noticing how faded his light blue flannel shirt was meaning he's either had it for a long time or it was cheap. It was loosely fitted around his thick arms which looked bigger than your head. His aura was just screaming cowboy even though he wasn't in uniform like everybody else.

"You alright there buddy?" Asking him as he snapped out of his day dreaming letting out a dry cough.

"Oh yeah sorry my brain just kind of stopped." Walking up to the bar as he looked away.

"Do that a lot?" You quipped at him making him crack a smile.

"Only when I'm in the presence of someone gorgeous." Showing off his straight white teeth making you roll your eyes. Here we go again.

"Wow I've never heard that one before." Your tone dripping with sarcasm but that just made him smile harder. "You must use that one a lot."

"Actually I've never really used that on a woman before." That was very doubtful giving how smooth he spoke it.

The man was incredibly handsome and you found yourself slightly drooling over him. His face was sweet and kind, like there was something warm there.

This man seemed like he had stories to tell and you found yourself wanting to know more about it even though you didn't know his name.

His dazzling blue eyes were drinking you in as you kept causally working but still focused on him. Feeling his eyes on you the whole time as you tried not to stumble or drop something. His eyes dropped down to your chest for a minute before snapping back up making sure he didn't get caught creeping.

"What's your name?" He raised an eyebrow at you leaning against the counter.

"Y/N." Flipping a rag over your shoulder as you placed a hand on your hip. "You got a name?"

"The names Luke Collins." You swear you've heard that name before.

"Your a bull rider aren't you?" Luke awkwardly coughing being caught.

"Yeah I am."

"I figured you were."

"How'd you figure that out anyway?" Looking around the bar waving your hand around to all the men and women in cowboy hats and boots making him laugh.

"This bar is filled with amateur bull riders I think I know the signs." You honestly didn't really know if these men were, but you just assumed since there was a rodeo arena just up the road.

"You got me there." He chuckled feeling sheepish suddenly around you.

"What made you get into riding?"

"Uh just something I wanted to do." He was getting a little uncomfortable.

"Was your father a bull rider or something?"

For a minute his smile faded away as he looked deep in thought. Part of you felt bad for being so pushy about it, but it was too late now to take it back. His eyes focused on the sticky counter top as his jaw clenched picturing his father that last night he was bull riding.

It's been so long since Luke has talked about this or even mentioned his father. It was still a sensitive subject for him, and even after all these years he still never got over him. No matter how hard he tried to let it go he simply couldn't loosen that grip he had.

"My father was a rider as well." Looking up at you to see your eyes staring at him now hearing that crack in his voice. "He died when I was thirteen years old."

"The bull threw him down on his head and he never recovered." He continued on as you nodded along feeling complete sympathy for him. "I wanted to continue his legacy."

Luke was trying to control his breathing not feeling like crying in a bar full of people. Especially not in front of you otherwise he would die of humiliation. Just like you he sometimes would bottle things up so much until he would explode.

He seemed so genuinely nice and down to earth. Feeling your whole being gravitating towards him, but knowing to still keep your hands up maintaining that distance. The last thing you wanted to happen was to get too close to this guy only to get your heart broken and stomped on.

"I'm so sorry." Looking down to see your hands gripped a towel so hard you felt your skin would burst. "It was wrong of me to ask."

"Are you kidding me?" He half heartedly chuckled making you look back up at him. "I'm glad someone asked instead of just assuming my story."

"Well I think it's incredibly sweet you are doing it for him." Smiling at him Luke returning it showing off his pearly white teeth.

For some reason you felt guilty flirting with him like this even though you were single, but your mind couldn't wrap around that just yet. Maybe this was too soon to be thinking about being with someone else.

There was a moment of silence between you two as you helped other patrons in the bar. Like stayed there waiting for you to finish which completely surprised you. Figuring he'd waltz off to find some pretty girl or his fellow riders to chat with.

"So you got someone waiting for you at home Luke." He awkwardly laughed scratching the back of his neck.

"Nope I don't." Quirking an eyebrow at him feeling like he was lying.

"I find that hard to believe." There was no way a man like him didn't have some gorgeous woman wrapped around his arm. "I bet she's gorgeous and just perfect."

"Well if you meet this woman can you tell me." He joked back making you roll your eyes at him.

"What about you?" Taking a sip of his beer asking you the same question that had you halting not wanting to discuss him. "You got somebody waiting for you?"

"Not anymore." A hint of sadness in your voice as you now avoided his eyes.

"I bet there are a million guys waiting in line just to get a chance with you." He was just being nice you thought to make you feel better and you cracked a weak smile at him.

"Afraid not." Getting back to your work completely avoiding him now feeling that brick wall get closer and closer to you.

"You probably just don't notice them is all."

His words were true countless guys flirted with you and tried to get your number, but it just went over your head.

It wasn't his fault he wouldn't have any idea about your past relationship. He would have no idea you were once engaged and completely happy.

Luke was simply asking you because you did, and he actually was genuinely curious. You were someone that Luke would go out with, and you were his type inside and out. There was something about you he wanted to get to know.

This guy felt like he stood a chance with you, and even though you two were flirting you kept a distance not wanting to lead him on or let him catch feelings.

"Hey Y/N hon can you go in the back and get some more cases of beer?" Cassandra's chirpy voice called making you turn your attention towards her.

"Yeah sure thing." Leaving the bar as she took over walking towards the back feeling like someone was watching you.

Grabbing one case you felt like you were strong enough to carry two. You were completely wrong as you struggled to carry the two boxes laughing to yourself at having no upper body strength. Your hands were starting to hurt as you tried to get a firm grip.

Luke noticed you had been gone for quite a few minutes so he decided to go make sure you were okay. Looking around to see you standing there knees slightly bent as you struggled getting the beer. Laughing to himself seeing that determined look on your face reminding him of himself.

"Need some help?"

His voice making you jump slightly as he jogged up to you grabbing the box on top your arms feeling less pressure.

"Jesus Christ you scared me." Turning to look at him laughing at the wide eyed look on your face. "I've got it."

"Doesn't seem like you do." He argued back smiling softly as he stacked another box in his hands with ease making you scoff.

"Show off." Mumbling under your breath as you followed him back to the bar.

Dropping the boxes off on the floor as Cassandra looked between you and Luke. A smile on her face as she smiled with a shake of her head knowing you bit off more than you could chew with the crates.

Underestimating how heavy those suckers were, and also you were as stubborn as a mule.

Luke walked back over to where he was standing as you got back to work. You could tell he was keeping his eye on you, and wanted to further your conversation. Cassandra could sense that too, and knowing her she was going to rub her hands and work her magic.

"Why don't you go on your break now?" Grabbing your hand as you looked around noticing the crowd wasn't going anywhere soon.

"Cass I can't leave you alone." Shaking your head as Luke beamed at the opportunity.

"Oh please this is nothing I can't handle." Giving Luke a quick wink as you looked away grabbing your purse underneath the counter top.

Cassandra knew exactly what she was doing, and she was good at doing it. She noticed the way Luke was watching you all night, and she hasn't seen you smile like that in such a long time. It was a familiar look that you got when you first met your ex fiancé.

Shooting Luke an apologetic look as you shrugged your shoulders giving him a wave as you shuffled through all the people. Giving a last turn back look you see Cassandra talking to Luke as he nods his head with a bow. Wondering what exactly they'd be talking about.

Luke quickly finishing his beer as he turned around to the doors you walked out of hoping you would still be in the parking lot.

Hearing a couple of his friends waving him over as he shook his head and kept walking towards the exit determined to catch you.

Looking around he spots you standing by a silver jeep leaning over the back seat messing with something. He also can't help but notice how your shirt was rising exposing your soft skin to his eyes.

Stopping his thoughts from getting any dirtier as he walked over to you standing there with his hands in his front pockets clearing his throat.

"Nice ride."

His sudden voice makes you jump turning around your back against the car as you placed a hand over your heart. He was really going to have to stop scaring you like this.

"Shit, are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Trying to slow your heart rate down knowing it wasn't some killer stalking you.

"Sorry wasn't trying to scare you." Apologizing with a concerned smile as you crossed your arms across your chest.

"That's twice now you've snuck up on me." You teased. "Three strikes and you're out Luke ."

"I promise it won't happen again." Crossing a finger over his heart making you giggle.

"Let's hope not I'm still too young to have a heart attack." That made him laugh as he awkwardly stood directly in front of you now.

"So did you need something from me?" Looking around quickly then back to him asking him raising your eyebrows at him.

"Actually yeah there is something I wanted to ask you."

Luke was nervous and he didn't know why afraid that a beautiful woman like you would reject him so quickly it would make his head spin.

He figured someone like you flirted with guys like him when you worked to get bigger tips. Not being the type of guy to throw himself out there like that. Usually girls came up to him, and he never really had to work to get a girls attention.

"Yeah?" Having a feeling you knew exactly where this was going gulping so loudly you felt he heard it.

"I was wanting to ask if you wanted to hang out some time."

Your breath hitched as you thought how to let him down easily. Trying to find the right words but straining to speak once you saw how adorable he looked right now. He looked like some lost little puppy dog on the side of the road just waiting for someone to pet him.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt you to just give the guy a chance. It's been too damn long though since you've just hung out with a guy. Thankful he didn't use the term date meaning he wasn't exactly looking to move so quickly.

"Yeah sure why not." Your answer had him smiling from ear to ear making your cheeks feel like they were burning.

"I'm not that bad I promise." He joked as you smiled softly at him.

"I don't know about that I've heard about you bull riders." You mused fiddling with your car keys.

"The only rider you'd have to worry about is Jared Middleton."

Staring at him like he just grew two heads having no idea who he was even talking about noticing the confused look on your face. Something he didn't really want to get into already.

"That's for another time."

"I'm gonna hold you to that." Pointing a finger at him as he chuckled.

Exchanging your numbers as he put his name on your phone under handsome rider with the bull emoji making you laugh. Of course you put your name as 'that girl from the bar' snickering to yourself as you did it.

"I'll uhh text you." Motioning to his phone as you nodded opening the driver door.

"I look forward to it Luke." Watching him as he walked away back inside his figure disappearing into the crowd.

Your mind was telling you to just let him down easily and tell him you're not interested. Then again your heart was telling you to go for it. It was becoming all too confusing on what you should do. Knowing you can't be single for the rest of your life, and shut everyone that comes into your life out.

As you closed the door you sat there with your hands on the steering wheel. Staring straight ahead as you realized what you were about to get yourself into. This could either end good or completely horrible.

"Fuck." Whispering as your face hit the steering wheel.

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It Wasn’t my Fault [Part 2]

Javier Peña x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst to Fluff, reference to cheating, sad Javi

—> [Part 1]

Summary: After you walked out on Peña, you tried to organize your thoughts, figure out your next move. While he did what he could in order to get you to talk to him again. After three weeks you finally decide to meet with him and talk about your relationship… he can only hope it wasn’t to end it.

A/n: Decided to give Javi a happy ending :)

It’s been three weeks since you left Javier crying on the floor of your, then, shared apartment. You were staying at a friend’s place, whose been endlessly kind, giving you all the attention and care you need. Allowing you the time to recover while simultaneously reassuring you that you’ll be okay.

You were restless most nights, having gotten too used to falling asleep tangled up in Javier’s arms. Whenever that thought enters your mind you can’t help but cry. Curling up on your bed, hiding under your cover as your cries turned to sobs, draining every ounce of energy out of you until you finally fell asleep.

Javier was the same. That night, it took him an hour to get up off the floor, it finally sinking in just how badly he messed up. At first he obeyed and didn’t message you, it was after the first week that he finally caved and sent you a message apologizing profusely for what he did. From that day on he sent you a message each night, hoping each time that you’d finally respond.

He needed to do something, whatever he could to remind you that he still loved you endlessly. The first night he messages, you were drowning your sorrows in a tub of ice cream and rewatching your favorite show.

When your phone buzzed and you saw his message you immediately burst into tears. No matter how hard you fought the urge, you couldn’t ignore him… bawling more when you read it. From them on, whenever your phone buzzed you’d jump for it. Reading it immediately, but never replying, his hope growing when he saw that you read them. Knowing you weren’t fully ignoring him.

Javi 💋: I miss you Hermosa. I know you told me not to text you, but I just cant stop myself. I can’t stop myself from reading all our old messages, looking through all our photos together, walking around our apartment and being flooded with memories. Please don’t give up on me… on us.

Javi 💋: I should’ve pushed her away when she approached me. I shouldn’t have drank as much as I did, I should’ve done SOMETHING to stop myself from doing what I did. I can’t imagine how much that hurt you… seeing me at that bar. I messed up. And I can’t even begin to explain how sorry I am.

Javi 💋: You know you’re my entire world right? You’re everything to me! I can’t lose you. Please Princessa, I feel like I’m going insane the more time I’m away from you… I need you back in my arms.

Javi 💋: I know you’re reading these messages Hermosa… Just tell me what I need to do, I’ll do anything to get you back. Just please don’t shut me out… please.

And it went on like that for two weeks. You had a lot of time to reflect on what happened, think about how to approach your, now, fragile relationship. You love Javier, that was never a question, but you just didn’t know if you could trust him anymore. If you could ever trust him again.

But… you’re finally ready to talk to him, face to face. You take a deep breath, staring down at your phone where his contact was open. You press the call button and move your phone to your ear. You look over to your friend who was smiling reassuringly, having helped you in making this step.

The phone barely rings once before Javier picks up, his voice clearly raspy but his excitement clear. “HERMOSA! Oh thank god i tho-“ you cut him off, staying stern “We need to talk Javi. Meet me at the Cafe, I’ll be there in an hour” you make sure not to let your voice waiver. The sound of his voice making your heart sing.

Your words sent a shiver through Javier, your tone, and what you were implying had his heart beating faster. If he analyzed it any more he might’ve had a heart attack. His only semblance of hope was you calling him ‘Javi’, that had to mean something… right?. “Okay. I’ll be there.” He then heard the line click on the other end.

Leaping off the couch he went to take a shower, knowing that he hasn’t been looking his best since you’ve left. He had a lot to do before he left, shave, find some decent clothes that weren’t stained, try to find some way to get the smell of whiskey and cigarettes off his tongue… the more things he thought of, the more he rushed, last thing he wanted was to be late.

You enter the cafe exactly an hour after your call, looking around and immediately spotting Javier. He was sat in a very familiar spot. This cafe being the one right near your shared apartment, where you had spent most mornings together, sharing a coffee, holding hands, as each of you focused on your own work.

You take a deep breath, noticing how his hands were in fists, pressed against his forehead, his leg bouncing nervously under the table, he already ordered a coffee and you notice one sitting in front of him as well. You can’t help but smile softly knowing that it was for you.

You walk over and as Javier notices you from the corner of his eyes he looks up at you and immediately shoots up out of his seat. “Hermosa…” he couldn’t keep himself from smiling at the sight of you, his eyes welling up slightly as if he was about to cry. His bottom lip quivered and he opened his arms going to hug you.

You place a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “Sit down Peña… please” you could see his smile drop and he felt his heart drop. He nodded slowly and sat back down, his leg bouncing more as that fear comes back, the idea of losing you having him more anxious then any case he’s ever worked.

You walk over to your chair, sitting down before reaching to the cup in front of you. “First, I need you to listen Javi… then you can say what you want” you look into his eyes, noticing how his own are completely fixated on you. He nodded his head, willing to do anything you asked just to get to stay here with you another minute.

“What I saw that night… I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget. Or get that image out of my mind.” You take a sip from your drink, noticing how Javier fights the urge to say something, but silences himself remembering what you said. You go to continue but pause when you notice how your coffee was exactly how you liked it. A soft smile graces your lips and you put it back down.

“But I love you Javier. I love you more than anything and anyone. So I am willing to give you another chance” at those words you watched as Javier’s face lights up, he opens his mouth but you bring up a hand, silencing him with the gesture. “However… you need to win back my trust. Seeing you cheating on me… and the idea of what would’ve happened if I hadn’t walked in, it keeps me from fully trusting you”

He can only nod at your words, completely enamored in you, listening intently and waiting for your permission to speak. “Until I’m ready to trust you again, we need to step back. Go back to dating. Not being boyfriend and girlfriend, but just dating” you spoke sternly, there was no room for argument, it was a ‘take it or leave it’ deal.

When you pause he takes that as his sign to speak. “I understand that completely Princessa… I can’t put into words how sorry I am. She meant nothing, I was stupid for doing what I did and in those three weeks I couldn’t hold you… fucking hell, I have never wished to go back in time as much as I did then. I love you endlessly, and I am going to prove it to you. I swear” He reaches his hands forward, placing them in the center of the table, watching you intently, waiting to see if you’ll accept his touch.

You take in a long breath and give him a soft smile. You reach your hands across the table and take his hands in yours. At that simple gesture he can’t help but let out a soft exhale, grinning wildly and grasping your hands tightly. He clenched his eyes shut, clearly trying to hold back tears, overjoyed at the fact that you were giving him another chance, an opportunity to redeem himself.

“God I don’t deserve you… you’re my entire world, my guiding light. I’ll do whatever it takes to get your trust back, even if it takes months of dating, of small coffee dates, or walks in the parks, or gifting you flowers on special occasions… I’ll do anything if it means I get more time with you.” He continues to ramble and you feel tears come to your eyes, slowly cascading down your searing cheeks.

Every word he spoke was from his heart, there was no hesitation, he was completely sincere, by the way his head leaned down against the table it was clear he was willing to burn the whole world for you. And if the table wasn’t there… you were sure he’d be on his knees, praising you for allowing him a chance he doesn’t deserve.

“What I did… it was unacceptable, even if you forgive me one day, I never will. I hurt you… something I swore I’d never do. I’m sorry… I’m so fucking sorry. God Hermosa I-“ he didn’t stop talking, people began to turn their heads, spotting Javier practically praying to you as if you were a deity.

You grip his hands tighter before interrupting him. “Javi I understand… it’s alright. We’ll move forward, see whether this relationship can last. Give it another shot hm? But we have to do it together” he lifts his head and looks at you, his eyes red and streaks of tears visible on his cheeks.

“Together…” he repeated and smiled at you. After a while, you both stood up, but not yet leaving. Simply standing there for a moment, gazing into each others eyes. Then suddenly, with a soft sob, Javier couldn’t help himself and pulled you towards him. Wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, holding you close as if you would fade away if he let go.

“I love you so much Hermosa. I missed you so much. I don’t deserve an Angel like you in my life, but I won’t waste this chance, I promise you, I will give you the whole world just to see you trust me again”

[linahopeeeee]

Hi babes❤️ since your request are open I was wondering if you could do one where Todoroki forgot about your anniversary dinner even after you worked so hard to make everything perfect but he makes it up to you later that night if you know what I mean😜😜👀

ღ Pairing: Shoto Todoroki x reader

ღ Words: 1400

ღ Notes: first of all i truly apologize for this taking so fucking long😢 but here it is, and hopefully you dont hate it. i also think this is the longest request i've ever written so please let me know if you enjoyed it!

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9:30

Your eyes glance over at the clock once again, shoto was supposed to be home hours ago so that the two of you could spend your anniversary together.

Your eyes move down to the phone on the table as, yet another text message goes unread, your calls all being sent straight to voicemail.

And at first you were worried, thinking that maybe something had happened and shoto was injured, but then a notification on your phone told you that that was most definitely not the case.

No, why you were at home working so hard to make sure you and your boyfriend’s anniversary was perfect, he was instead hanging out with Izuku, doing what ever the fuck it is they do on their own time.

A sigh leaves your parted lips, eyes watering before you force yourself to blink away the tears. You are not going to cry.

No, what you are going to do is put all of the food away, and then take off that uncomfortable ass dress that you put on in order to make this night feel special, then you’re going to take off your makeup and throw on your favorite pair of shorts and one of Shoto’s hoodies and you're going to eat an entire tub of ice cream while watching shitty reality shows.

An hour later and you’re halfway through the list when you hear the sound of your front door opening and closing, the sound of shoto’s footsteps get closer and closer as you take off the last remaining makeup, throwing the used wipes into the trash. You look through your makeup bag for your favorite lip balm, applying a bit to your lips.

Your force yourself to not look towards the door, knowing Shoto is there watching you, as you grab your phone and start carelessly scrolling through your socials.

You’re completely still as Shoto wraps his arms around you from the back “I’m so sorry” he mumbles against your head

His apology goes ignored as you stand and walk out the door, determined to finish your list, you head to the kitchen, taking the ice cream from the freezer and grabbing a spoon before flopping down on the couch.

The couch dips under shoto’s weight, and you can feel his eyes on you, burning holes into the side of your head but you just ignore him, turning the volume on the tv up louder incase he tried to talk to you again.

“I’m sorry” he tries again, moving closer to you. He takes your face in his hands, gently turning your head so that you’re facing him. “baby, I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be but I’m going to make it up to you. I promise” he tells you before releasing your face and standing from the couch.

You watch as walks away, going into your bedroom. He’s in there for a couple of minutes before the door is being pulled open and he’s standing in front of you, this time with a bag in his hand.

“I know this doesn’t make up for me missing our anniversary but I really am sorry” he says holding the bag out for you. You eye it for a few moments before your hand is reaching out for it.

You can’t help but gasp as you stare down at the piece of jewelry in front of you, the same diamond bracelet that you couldn’t take your eyes away from at the mall sits on your lap.

You didn’t even think he was paying that much attention that day at the mall, every time you looked over at him, he seemed to be engrossed on his phone.

“thank you sho, I love it” you say sitting the box down on the table before throwing your arms around his neck, pushing your lips into his. He kisses you back instantly, tongue swiping over your bottom lip.

“I want you” you whisper against his lips, and he groans, hands finding your thighs and your quick to jump into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you towards your bedroom.

He gently places you on the bed, quickly taking his shirt off before crawling in between your legs, lips back on yours as he fingers sneak under your hoodie.

“take this off” he mumbles against your lips as he tugs at the bottom of the hoodie, he helps you pull it over your head, throwing it off somewhere to the side.

He’s surprised to find your chest completely bare, your nipples hardening as the cool air hits them. “fuck I love you” he tells you before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it for a couple of seconds before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it.

He releases it with a small pop before moving to the other one, hand palming himself through his shorts, trying to give his aching member some sort of relief because he knows he’s going make you cum multiple times before he even thinks about cumming himself.

“wanna taste you” he says as he pulls your shorts down your legs, your legs instantly parting as he takes you in.

Your folds puffy and glistening with slick, clit peeking out, just begging for attention.

One swipe of his tongue through your folds leave him desperate for more, your arousal coating his tongue and he’s quick to swallow it down. “fuck you taste so good” he mumbles against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan loudly “you always taste so sweet for me baby”

The words force a whine from you, hips rolling as you grind yourself further into his face, coating him in your slick.

You can feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, as shoto moves from your clit down to your hole, tongue prodding at your entrance as more slick continues to pour out of you.

“ ‘m cumming” you whine out as you fall over the edge, shoto helps you through your orgasm, slurping up all of you, making sure not to waste a single drop.

Shoto doesn’t stop, even after you’ve came, tongue continues to swirl around your clit as you try to push his head away from your sensitive pussy. You fail miserably, both of your hands are being pushed away from Shoto’s hair.

Two of shoto’s fingers are being pushed through your walls, curling instantly as you let out a strangled groan as he finds that spot within you that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, tongue poking out to wet your dry lips.

Two fingers turn into three as he fingers you open, getting you ready to take his dick.

Your second high hits you like a ton of bricks, it leaves your legs shaking, heart pounding in your chest.

You’re a whining, whimpering mess by the time shoto finally finishes licking you clean, you can barely keep your eyes open and your body feels gross and sticky with sweat.

But you don’t care

All you care about is getting sho inside of you as quickly as possible. The need to feel him stretching you out is all you can think about as your run your hands through his hair and pulling his lips down to yours, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips.

You’re not sure when he took of his pants and you don’t really give a fuck when he runs the tip against your folds, gathering up the slick that’s already began to gather at the thought of shoto stuffing you full of his cock.

He pushes in slowly, the two of you moaning together as he stretches you out, the feeling of him filling you up inch by inch.

You already feel yourself getting close and he’s barely even started thrusting yet, walls clenching down around him

“fuck, if you keep clenching down on me like that I wont last long” he hisses out, rolling his hips against yours, eyes glued to where your bodies meet, where your sucking him in so tightly.

He pulls out, leaving just the tip in before he slams his hips back into yours, quickly picking up the pace as he fucks himself into you, loving the way you cry out for him.

Its like his name is the only word you know, as you repeatedly moan it out.

“Sho! Sho!” you cry out as he angles his hips up and hits that spot, all it takes is his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

The feeling of you cumming around him, walls tightening around him is all shoto needs, with two more thrusts he’s emptying himself deep in your walls.

He doesn’t pull out right away, instead choosing to leave kisses along your neck and jaw, still muttering out apologies for missing your anniversary and promising that tomorrow the two of you will have the entire day to do whatever you want.

its hours later when you and Shoto as cuddled together in bed, limbs tangled together when you remember that you never put your ice cream back into the freezer.

[soulsforsales]

Professor Steven Grant x Reader

Warning: OK this one's a bit sad, the reader's self-doubting, age gap, no use of Y/n, fluff-ish (at least the date part), this was edited on my phone/laptop so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader

A/N: I wanted to post this so much sooner but life lately has been just WOW and I was sick and I am sorry bcs some of this writing is just shitty. I have been going thru stuff please understand babes<3

Summary: You love everything about Steven... but, maybe he isn't feeling the same.

Chapter 2

Your anxiety is starting to creep in as you are standing in front of the mirror staring at the fifth - if not the tenth outfit you've tried on.

Your date with Steven is today. The outfit you had planned in your head looked awful and now you don't know what to do.

You send your images to your friend asking if you look okay. She says you look amazing and shouldn't be freaking out - it's just a date, she says, it's not. You are talking about Steven here and want this date to be perfect. You and Steven had talked over text almost the whole last night and he seemed just as excited about this as you did and now you didn't want to let your anxiety take the best of you and ruin anything.

You settle on a good enough outfit and make your way out of your apartment building. You are supposed to meet Steven at the restaurant. You reach on time. He's late but you really don't mind, the place is beautiful and it gives you some time to calm your nerves.

Gosh, you really are freaking out.

Steven shows up about five minutes late. You stand up from your table and walk up to him.

'Love, I am terribly sorry. I got held up,' he says, panting.

You shake your head, 'Did you run here?' You ask with a small laugh. Steven looks undoubtedly dashing in black, he's so alluring you could just stare forever.

'You look beautiful.' He says, ignoring your question, your cheeks flush. Even the way he's looking at you right now makes you feel things.

'Thanks,' you mutter, suddenly unable to breathe, 'you too'

Steven blushes, giving a bouquet of flowers to you. You stare at it. You've had many boyfriends before but you have never been given flowers in a romantic way. It melts your heart.

'Wow, I - these are beautiful. Thankyou, Steven,' you exclaim, blushing harder as you both take your seats.

'You like it?' He asks, his brown eyes gleaming with excitement.

You nod, taking in the sweet scent of the flowers.

You both order your food and Steven was right, it tastes amazing. Steven tells you about himself and you spend the whole time talking and smiling like idiots. Steven felt... warm.

You found out that no matter how quiet and introverted he might appear, Steven liked to talk and you loved listening to him, his accent, and the way his voice sounded had you smitten, just having him smile at you made your heart flutter. You felt that you would never get bored of hearing facts and stories and theories if he was the one telling you about them.

The day went as perfectly as you could've imagined. Steven was as perfect as you could've imagined.

After dinner, he offered to walk you home. He even bought ice creams for the both of you on your walk. He listened to you intently. Looking into your eyes, nodding at you, and not being bothered by your silly little stories and rants. This was your first date and you were already ranting.

No one had ever bothered to listen to you the way Steven did and that's how you ended up telling him about your most embarrassing childhood memory and it made him laugh.

And, oh, when he laughed. Steven's laugh was a sweet, hearty, and sincere one and it turned your stomach upside down and you had to fight the desperate urge to take him in your arms and hear him laugh forever, it spread across his whole face making his eyes shine and it filled you with happiness knowing you were the reason behind it.

But, like anything good, it ended. You both reached your apartment and you'd to tell Steven goodbye.

'It was perfect,' you whisper, 'um, the date... I - I loved it'

Steven smiles at you, 'Me too, looking forward to the next time I get to see you, yeah?'

You grin, unable to hide your happiness anymore, 'yeah, sure'

A second date.

You had a great time and you really couldn't wait to see him again and he hadn't even left yet.

Steven leans in and your breath catches in your throat. Your heart beating so fast as if it would jump out anytime. Was he going to kiss you? You push the bouquet closer to your chest, closing your eyes when you feel his breath across your face and his sweet scent fills you. He doesn't kiss you. Well, not on the lips at least. It's a soft kiss, planted on the cheek. And even that sets you ablaze.

'I'll call you, alright?' He says, pulling back, his smell brutally taken away from you. Ah, what amazing perfume does he use?

You are too buzzed by your feelings to reply and he is already making his way across the dimly lit streets. You wave at him, he waves back, smiling.

You check your phone for the hundredth time today and Steven still hasn't replied to any of your calls or messages.

Your first date with Steven had been, well, everything you thought it would be. You two had been talking non-stop ever since and you couldn't wait to see him again. Your skin flushes even at the thought of him.

You have not felt like this for someone in a long time.

But when Steven kissed you the night of your first date it became obvious that he wanted to take it slow and, honestly, you respect that decision but it was getting tough not to give in and plan a second date yourself.

You scroll through the messages one last time before putting your phone away. Steven must be busy. He wouldn't ignore you otherwise.

You start typing on the computer, trying to focus but you are distracted once again when your phone brightens up with a notification. It's embarrassing how fast you jump wishing it's Steven - it isn't. It's your friend, she wants to see you at the cafe, you aren't disappointed, you were just expecting... a reply, no, you clear your head before doubts start forming, you couldn't afford to think things like this.

You reply with a cheery, "Sure :)" and put the phone away.

It's almost been two weeks since you last talked to Steven. Two weeks. You don't know what's up with him but he's gone completely MIA on you and now you're sitting in your everyday coffee place with your friend because of your desperate need to keep your mind off of other things.

Your eyes keep wandering off to the spooky Halloween decorations the Cafe has set up while your friend is rambling about her Uni and work.

'Enough of my rants, tell me about Steven already,' she says suddenly, pulling your attention to herself. It had been weird at first but eventually, your friend came around to calling him Steven instead of Mr. Grant.

You shake your head slightly, 'it's... fine.' You reply, a frown tugging at your lips instead of the cheeky smile that was usually there whenever he was mentioned.

'Did he ask you for a second date?' She asks, oblivious.

You shake your head again. Suddenly, a weird feeling fills your stomach. Was he playing you... all this time?

'Hey, you okay?' Your friend asks at last, leaning closer to look at your face. 'Did... did something happen?'

'Steven's been... quite distant, I don't know. He hasn't replied to any of my calls or messages. I mean, it's been almost two weeks now... maybe-' you admit at last, you need to tell someone and your best friend had to be that person.

'He must have been busy,' she interrupts, eyes filling with concern

'Steven always found time before, but - I - I... barely know him... maybe I just... I just got it all wrong.' You let out a defeated sigh.

Your friend pushes herself back in the chair and you can tell from the way she's nibbling her lower lip that she doesn't know what to say. You don't really care.

'It's fine,' you say, waving your hand.

Your friend gives your hand a squeeze with an apologetic expression on her face. She knew how it had been for you all your life. So many failed relationships. Heartbreaks. And once again, you are the idiot.

Steven Grant could get anyone he wanted, why would he ever choose you? It made sense now.

You stare at your reflection in the bus's window.

Was he... ghosting you? You can't understand, it just felt so wrong. He was so nice... so, horribly staggering and he seemed to really... like you. Why would he do this now? Why not on your first date already?

Maybe you did something wrong. Maybe it's your fault. Tears pool at the corner of your eyes as you remember the hundred messages like these you'd sent to him.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

"Are you busy?"

"Why won't you reply?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

You just feel pathetic remembering about it now. You squeeze your eyes shut. You aren't going to cry about a guy you had one date with, but the tears fall anyway.

You eventually delete the texts that the two of you had shared, ignoring the pain in your chest as you do so. You had really liked Steven Grant but obviously, he didn't feel the same. It just wasn't meant to be, that's what you told yourself, at least.

A month went by and you had moved on from whatever it was between you and Steven Grant. You had been... hurt at first since he was obviously showing up for lectures (your friend told you so) and going about his life as if your stupid date never even happened but, now, you couldn't care less.

You had been way too hard on yourself. Your friend told you it wasn't good for you with a, "You had one date with the guy and he ignored you for weeks, babe, you can do better than that."

So you had tried. You went on a few dates but you just weren't feeling it. Maybe it wasn't time for you yet.

You accepted the fact and moved on. But the mention of Steven and you was still a sour subject and your friend knew it. You needed some time but you'll be okay.

•--------🌙

You are sitting in the cafe once again. Your friend's holidays are around the corner and she wanted to meet you one last time before she leaves to visit her family, although you were more than happy that she was being this thoughtful, your heart skipped a beat at the possibility of Steven being here too.

But, what were the chances, right? So, you agreed.

Your hot coffee is placed on the table as you are too busy typing into your laptop. Your friend hasn't arrived yet so you decided to get some work done. You are so intrigued that you don't even notice anyone coming to you until a shadow falls over the table.

'Hello there,' he says and your neck shoots up instantly.

Steven. Steven Grant is standing in front of you. It's almost winter and he's wearing a jacket two sizes too big for him with a scarf wrapped around his neck. And he's looking at you - he's looking at you with the saddest, most tired brown eyes you've ever seen.

You gulp. You want to run away but you can barely move.

"Hello?" Is that all he has to say? After everything he put you through? God, this man really is driving you crazy.

To be continued...

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