#‘c’ tried to act like I cared for a relationship with him and I took him off that high horse and now he’s begging to re word what he said-

[maskedbyghost]

Heyyy, it's me again, but this time we're talking situationship!Simon—aka the biggest fuckboy you'll ever meet. Honestly, girl, I have no idea why you're still putting up with him!

you can’t even define what you two have, but one thing’s for sure—he knows how to use his dick, and you're both free to mess around with whoever you want. but of course, you had to fall for him, for that stupid smile he swore only you were special enough to see, for the gentle touch that lingered on your skin during those rare nights when he stayed longer than usual. you fell for the way he made you feel like you were the exception, even though deep down, you knew better.

you fell for how he made you feel like you were everything, even though he’d always leave just as quickly. he knew exactly how to keep you hooked—giving just enough to make you believe in him, but never enough to make it real. you wanted more, but every time he left, you remembered that his promises were as short-lived as his visits. still, you couldn’t stop going back, hoping that maybe this time, he’d actually mean it.

but he never did. you’d have fun for a few hours, but then he’d leave, acting like you didn’t exist around everyone else. he’d flirt with other girls right in front of you, not even bothering to hide it when he left with them, almost like he wanted you to see.

and every time, it hurt a little more, but you couldn’t bring yourself to end it. you told yourself you didn’t care, that it was just fun, but deep down, you wanted to be the one he stayed with. yet, no matter how much it hurt to watch him with someone else, the moment he came back, all that anger faded, and you let him in again, caught in the hope that maybe someday he’d truly see you as more than just a temporary fix.

one night, you tried to have a serious conversation with him, hoping that if you laid out your feelings, he might finally understand. but he dismissed your emotions with a shrug, listing reasons why he didn’t want a relationship: he was too focused on his career, he wasn’t ready for commitment, and he just didn’t want to deal with the complications. simon insisted that keeping things as they were was the best option for both of you.

afterward, as you lay together, a clear realization hit you. even though you were physically close, you couldn’t ignore the emptiness you felt. that night you made a silent promise to yourself: this would be the last time you let him in, and the last time you let yourself be trapped in this cycle.

and, being the dumb man he was, simon only came to realize what he had lost after you were gone. a few weeks after your last conversation, he saw you a few times out with other guys, laughing and flirting as if you were moving on. it hit him hard—a painful mix of jealousy and regret. he realized that he missed you, but at the same time, he knew he had no right to these feelings. not after treating you the way he did.  

he managed to keep his calm for a few more days, but the weight of his regret grew unbearable. finally, he snapped and called you into his office late one night, claiming he needed to discuss the upcoming mission with you.

as soon as you walked in, simon felt his heart tighten in his chest. seeing your face calm, confident, like you had already moved on, stirred something deeper than he expected. there was no trace of the vulnerability you used to show around him, no lingering affection. he realized, in that moment, just how much he had pushed you away. regret surged through him, sharper than he imagined, and he knew this conversation wouldn’t be easy.

after talking about unimportant stuff for a few minutes, simon took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. “i know i messed up, and i’m sorry for how i treated you. i’ve been thinking a lot about what happened, and i realize now how much i regret it. i was wrong to push you away.”

you looked at him, your expression guarded. “it’s a little too late for apologies, simon, don't you think? you had plenty of chances to get it right, and now you’re just trying to fix things because you see me with someone else.”

he tried to reach out, his voice softening. “i know it’s not enough, but i want to make things right. i can’t stop thinking about what we had.”

you shook your head, stepping back. “you had your chance, and you threw it away. i’m not going to be your second choice or your backup plan.”

"y/n-"

"no, simon!" you sighed, closing your eyes briefly to gather your thoughts. when you spoke again, your voice was steady, "you know, some people never fade from memory. they leave a mark that lingers just beneath the surface, no matter how hard you try to move on. but to be honest, i’m not in the mood for any more humiliation or heartbreak. so, this is my final goodbye to you."

you could sense that he wanted to say something, but you couldn’t let him speak before you had your say. “go ahead and fill your life with new faces, as if i were nothing but a distant memory. enjoy your freedom and let others wear you out as they please. i’m done being part of that. keep moving forward, and if you ever try to reach out, know that i’ll let your calls go unanswered. for now, i’m celebrating the end of our chapter.”

even as he heard you declare the end, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he still wanted you in his life. he was stuck between guilt and the lingering hope that maybe he could still fix things. despite your rejection, part of him struggled to accept that he had truly lost you, and he felt powerless to change the situation or let you go.

simon’s face twisted with a mix of desperation and anger. “you think you can just walk away and erase everything we had? you think you can move on and leave me behind like I’m nothing?” he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his voice was filled with raw intensity. “don’t fool yourself, i still want you, and i won’t just let you go. you’re mine, whether you like it or not. i know i’ve made mistakes, but i’m not done fighting for what we had. if you think you can find someone better, go ahead. but know this: i’ll keep groveling and doing whatever it takes until you take me back. i’m not going anywhere, and i’ll make sure you remember what we had.” he took a step back, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

you just smirked, turning on your heel to leave. as you reached the door, you glanced back over your shoulder with a cold, confident look. “i can’t wait to see you on your knees,” you said, your voice sharp. then, you walked out, leaving him alone with his mess.

game on.

(I WANT HIM TO GROVEL FOR MONTHSSSS)

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@daydreamerwoah

[beetlejuicyy]

based on Hashira Training Arc ep. 5; I can't get this week's episode off my mind

w/c: 1.1k

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summary: As Sanemi's wife, you try not to intervene in his relationship with his little brother. However, he had crossed the line this time.

Sanemi's favorite moment of the day was exactly now, during these two short hours at sunset, right after dinner. His day was full of training the demon slayer corps while his night was dedicated to his own training, fighting fellow hashira. That left exactly two hours in between for you, his wife. You were gone for most of the day lately, since training so many people was turning his yard into a battlefield, loud and dirty. You also knew he was rather harsh in his teachings, so it was best to give him space to do his duty while minding your own business.

"What's wrong with you?" Sanemi finally asked when you refused to let him lay his head on your lap.

It was the usual unwinding ritual of his day, eat your delicious food and relax under your touch, his features softened, his voice gentle, his touch careful and loving. But today you seemed cold. He tried to ignore all the signs until you put a book in your lap, just as he was sitting down next to you on the porch. This was Sanemi's last straw.

"What is wrong with you?!" You've never been this angry with him, at least you've never showed it so far. After the terrible day he had this was the last thing he needed, a moody wife.

"You're the one barely talking." Sanemi pointed out. He picked the book from your lap and put it away, annoyed. "You're the one choosing a stupid book instead of your husband."

"How was training today, Sanemi?" You asked, at last. It was the first question you asked him everyday, although the tone was different now. Accusing, angry and patronizing.

"Thanks for asking." He inssisted on expressing his bitterness before answering. "It was great."

"Was the part where you almost blinded your little brother for life great?"

Shock took over your husband's appearance, as his eyes widened, his hand frozen in the air, not daring to touch you anymore. You never got into their fights. Fight was a word not so suited for their relationship anyway. You tried to understand that Sanemi's behaviour was rooted in his own trauma while still trying to console and protect Genya as much as you could. But today, when Tanjiro of all people approached you on your way back home to tell you, you couldn't withstand it any longer.

"So the brat finally started snitching on me?"

The weight of your palm would have left a large red spot on his cheek if Sanemi wouldn't have swiftly caught your wrist when you almost slapped him. Tears were blurring your vision but you didn't want to let them fall. So you yanked your hand away from his grip, sniffing and trying to hold them back. Your husband had no idea how he was supposed to act, so he stood there, guilt and pity intertwined in his eyes as looked at you.

"Genya admires you the most, you idiot!" You wiped your tears away as you spoke. "He would never tell me anything bad about you, no matter how poorly you treat him." Sanemi's eyes could only dart towards the floor, his hands clenched in tight fists. "He only has you, how can you tell him you have no little brother? How can you seriously attack him? You know you're much stronger. How can you tell him to quit? All he wants is to be like you!" Accusations flew out of your mouth like daggers, stabbing him one after the other, forcing him to remember and see his actions from another point of view. "Have you..." Your voice broke off halfway as you voiced your  last thought, and your pain made him look up at you, worried. "Have you no heart?" You couldn't contain your tears anymore. Not when your mind was full of the contradiction between the man that was your husband and the man that was an older brother. How could he be so patient, so loving, so considerate with you yet be such a monster towards his own little brother?

A loud voice inside Sanemi's head was screaming to comfort you, to reassure you that he had a heart indeed and it all of it belonged to you. But, as small and helpless as you looked compared to his bigger, stronger build, he didn't dare to get closer to you. He didn't dare to move one finger. The time that was supposed to be the happiest of his day turned into painful silence, as you wiped your tears away and he was left to reflect on his actions. The sun was almost gone from the sky. The darker it got you remembered that Obanai was probably already waiting for your husband for their usual night training. 

"Don't you have anything to say?" You asked, afraid that Sanemi might actually leave without a word, making it even harder to reach him later when he would return. He wasn't good with expressing his feelings and towards you he would refrain from saying anything, scared that his poor choice of words would do more harm. But silence was even more harming.

"He needs to get stronger. I can't babysit him on the battlefield."

"You're not babysitting him at all." You sneered at him. However, his low voice and his effort to contain himself in front of you made your heart melt. He could be better, only if he tried.

"He can't weild a sword properly. He said he even ate demons."

"Don't you think it takes so much courage and strenght to do these things?"

Sanemi looked at you bewildered, his entire concept of strength crushing down inside his mind as you pointed out the obvious, the truth that was right in front of him but he was too blind, too caught up in his own world to see. He only sighed in defeat. His wife outsmarted him once again.

It was getting late and you still had to clean the table and tidy around before going to sleep. As you sat up and passed by him on your way, Sanemi caught you by the wrist. His gesture reminded you immediately of the previous moment when you almost slapped him, regret washing over you.

"Can I hold you for a moment?" He mumbled like a scolded child, not sure if he deserved it anymore. You pulled him in and his toned arms wrapped around your legs, his cheek pressed against your belly. You ran your hand through his hair as you felt the strong, almost desprate grip he had on you, like he was afraid you would leave. You didn't forgive him yet. But that could wait a few more moments. As his face nuzzled against the soft fabric of your clothes you realized he was still a big child in a man's body, unsure how to handle anything other than fighting.

"Sanemi." Contrary to the gentle touch of your fingers in his hair, your voice was stern. "Promise me you'll fix this when you come back."

He only nodded against your body before pulling away completely. Only after he was long gone you noticed the tears that left wet spots on your clothes.

next》》 Yearning | Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

[shysuccubusstuff]

yandere! Sylus

Content: Established relationship, yandere behaviour, stalking, love bombing (sort of?).

Note: I just had to do it... Take into account that this was written BEFORE we know much about him, so I'm basing everything on his vibe. Non-proof reader, sorry if it's kinda messy :(.

Sylus and you met during one of your expeditions, suddenly appearing behind your back and killing that awful wanderer that was about to hit you.

Of course, that was your first meeting, well, your first meeting in which you actually saw him.

He had been stalking you with his litte crows around, sometimes looking while you were hunting, others when you were casually walking around town, you looked so pretty like that! Your hair flowing, while you were looking so happy to that man. In fact, there were four different men in your life, the doctor, the artist, your co-worker and your childhood friend.

Sylus was seeing red with all those men surrounding you, but he kept calm, as he was sure he would be able to get you to love him just (almost) as much as you loved him.

Now, the opportunity had finally arised, suddenly appearing just as you were about to be hurt, the adrenaline pumping through your whole body, as he knew that it would help you see him in a much better light.

After this little meeting, he kept on appearing around your normal life, sometimes he appeared at your work, helping them by fixing the different electronical devices. Other times, he was just at the same coffee shop as you, always sitting in an almost hidden table, yet he still was able to clearly tell when you entered the place.

This short meetings kept happening during several months, slowly allowing you to let your walls down as he kept providing little details about his personal life, just enough for him to gain your trust, not enough to let you know who he actually was.

It took more than a year to finally get to becoming your charming boyfriend, the type to make small pokes to you, his foxy smile appearing while he poked you, showing just how close you were to him in contrast with the previous men he had kept an eye on.

Always sending you little treats during work, always taking you home after each of your laboral days, he became the person most close to you in less than a year and a half.

While he acted as the lovely boyfriend you knew, he also took care of making sure none of your close friends suspecting him, doing whatever it was needed (buying them stuff, having hangouts with them despite he didn't particularly liked them...).

Now for the times when you were both alone...

Content: Marking, breeding kink, overstimulation, praise kink,

He had been going for over one hour, playing with your pretty nipples while his other hand kept caressing your clit, his fingertips kept playing with your folds, entering your insides while his lips kissed your neck, whispering soft praises against your ear:

"You're doing so good baby, keep bucking your hips, let me know how good you feel, don't hide your moans, let me hear them, I love to hear your pretty voice when I make you feel good." Even despite his soft voice, his hands were rough, making you cum on his fingers despite how much you tried to close your legs and begged him to stop playing with your poor pussy. Kissing your cheeks while one of his hands caressed your flushed cheeks.

By the time he finally decided it was time for him to end his little games, you had already came over four times, so when he finally pulled his cock out, veins bulging while a small precum bead fell down his shaft. You were only able to bite your lip as he slowly entered you, pushing your weight gradually until he bottomed out, his tip getting far too close to your cervix. He stopped himself for a few minuts, allowing you to get yourself accustomed to his size.

When he finally moved, your eyes rolled to your back, his tip hitting just the correct place, causing you to mewl as kept hitting your g-spot. One of his hands moved towards your clit, crying out loud as he kept playing with your already overwhelmed cunt.

"Baby, you're squeezing me to death, let me make you feel even better yeah?" His hands were once again gripping your hips as he moved you as he wanted, allowing yourself to simply fall limp against his chest as he moved you like a pretty little doll. The tip of his dick kept hitting against your cervix, making your eyes roll as he tried to make you cum for god knows which time all over his cock.

Once he finally came, you were already a babbling mess, trying your hardest to not pass out as he kept bucking his hips, his voice whispering against your ear:

"Come on baby, hold on for me, yeah? Cum once more all over your boyfriend's cock, show me how good you are baby, come on..." You were only able to nod, cumming all over him while he kissed your puffy lips, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

After that, Sylus took care of cleaning up the mess you had made, changing the sheets to a new pair and taking you to the bathroom, meticulously cleaning your pretty body and letting you sleep under the soft sheets. Then, it was finally time for him to enter the shower, rapidly cleaning himself as he was eager to sleep with his pretty girlfriend (wife) by his side.

[hotpinkstars]

-> the house won't ever feel the same again

synopsis -> you and alhaitham got into a relationship-damaging fight.

w/c -> 1.3k

warnings -> hurt no comfort, alhaitham is an asshole in this, dehya is your emotional support lol, reader moves to liyue, arguing and insults, reader is an artist

“alhaitham, please stop stressing. you cannot write twenty papers in the span of three hours. come to bed with me, dear.” 

you knew that this would happen. dating the acting grand sage of sumeru would be no easy feat. and now here he was, slumped over his desk, gripping an abnormally large mug of coffee. you telling him to stop was making the grip even harder. you noticed, and took a deep breath in.

“you know, getting angry is not going to get you anywhere. please, take my advice, and do not overwork yourself tonight.”

“can you not?” he snapped. “let me do my work.” 

this took you off guard for a second. he’s never said something like this to you before- even in your wedding vows, he promised he wouldn’t ever insult you, show major aggression to you, or put his hands on you. ever. 

“i’m simply just trying to help, dearest, please take my advice-” you stopped yourself, seeing his expression. he just rolled his eyes at you, bringing himself back into his work. you’ve never seen your husband do that, he’s always at least taken your words into regards. you try once more. “alhaitham, come to bed-” 

“can’t you tell i’m trying to do work? leave me the hell alone!” he slammed his hands on the table, making you jump back a little bit. tears were coming to your eyes, but you tried to control them. 

“what is with the sudden aggression? you have never done this before!” you raised your voice slightly to try and counter his words, trying to make yourself appear bigger than you felt you were. 

“you’re trying to interrupt me as i work. i will not tolerate it. you can wait. stop caring so much, would you?” he sighs, putting his face in his hands, running his hands up and down his head and ruffling his own hair. “leave me alone. how many times do i have to make myself clear? or is it not clear enough? are you just that stupid?” 

that sentence made you freeze. he did not at all look like he was going to take that back. you nodded and started to walk out the door before he grabbed your shoulder. you stopped once again, thinking this was him apologizing, but you turned around to find a very angry man. 

“and by the way, i’d never do that for you. that’s irritating, and your artwork isn’t worth caring for anyways. go.” 

and there was the start of many tears. you ran out in fear and sadness, wondering what ever got into him to lash out like that. you knew he could be extreme and give out major criticism, but he was never this harsh to you. you looked down at the band on your ring finger, spinning it around a few times. the good memories, your honeymoon, your wedding, and the proposal all came flooding through your mind. it made you cry even harder than you already were, if that's even possible. you slid the ring off and threw it on your nightstand of your shared home, and then was sure to make a point of moving it to his. so he could see the damage he’s caused. you packed a tiny bag and left for the night to go to your friend dehyas place. you knew she’d have some good advice for you.

after a short trek to see her, you knocked on her door, soaked from the rain. she welcomed you in with an impressively strong pat on the back, immediately noticing your puffy eyes and noticing the ring wasn’t where it was normally. 

“what happened to that ring that alhaitham married ya with? did divorce knock on your door?” she sighed. “i knew that’d happen, damned man.”

that sentence made you cry again. she immediately corrected her wrongdoings and pulled you into a strong embrace, stroking your hair. 

“alright, tell me what's the matter.”

“he raised his voice at me… he’s never done that before, dehya!!” you cried harder into her arms, and you could hear her sigh.

“that man, oh did he make a mistake. what are you going to do?” she asked, looking down at you without stopping her motions.

“i’m not sure.. i love him… but i don’t think he loves me..” you sniffled, hugging dehya even tighter now. she nodded, looking down at you in sorrow. she wishes on every star there was something she could do to make you feel better. 

“maybe you should try to talk to him. i know that’s probably not gonna do too much, but i guess it’s worth the effort…”

“but i tried that already, dehya! trust me, i tried to talk to him. and then he ever so rudely kicked me out like i was a colleague that was sent from the fortress of meropide in fontaine! worthless!” you groaned, letting your head fall dramatically on dehyas lap. 

“maybe you have to let him approach you first. give it time, it’ll probably happen.”

you thought long and hard about that night. it’s been two days since your argument, over what exactly? just because you didn’t want him to fail at his job? his papers don’t even have a near due date! if even one at all!! you sat against your bed, lightly scratching the ground with your nails. it seems alhaitham took the ring he gave you, and went back to work the next day. he probably isn’t even thinking about what happened, or so you thought.

considering, the night you got back from dehyas, you were welcomed home to him sipping on some tea, watching the television. probably some documentary about the history of the aranara. you said a slight hey, and he just looked at you, immediately making your heart sink. you sighed and walked away to the spare bedroom. the worst part was that he just let you. he didn’t seem like he cared, or willing to take back all of the insults he threw at you that night. it seemed like that night was the only thing you could think about. 

though, he feels super remorseful about the things he did and said that night. he hasn’t been able to properly focus, being logical enough to know that those words are something you’ll likely never bounce back from. you’ve already broken a paintbrush you’ve had, scratching a rip into a painting you spent hours on. he saw that when he came back home that night, gasping slightly. and that’s when the reality hit him. 

he’s currently slouching over his desk, doing something he’d never even fathom doing in a million years- doodling on his papers. he couldn’t focus, he felt he needed to make it up to you. but he’d only ignore you whenever you tried to take dehyas advice and maybe talk through it with him. he doesn’t know why he ignored you, he just thought he couldn’t talk to you properly in the moment. 

little did he know you were packing your suitcases to move into a small apartment you purchased with a fair amount of mora in the middle of liyue harbor. you told dehya about your plan, also letting her know to wait on letting alhaitham know about your plan. you were too hurt by his words, and you knew you could never be able to sleep in the same bed, nevertheless see the man anymore. you knew you were gonna be gone by dark tonight, which is plenty time before he’d get home. once you’ve packed the last of your things, you set off, taking a carriage to the chasm before being escorted by yelan herself to the harbor, tipping her a fair amount of mora for her kindness. you immediately felt more refreshed, in a new place, away from the man you’ve never known would be as toxic as he appeared to be.

[writingoddess1125]

I Fell in love Alone pt.2

Are you guys okay!? Why do you want more sad stuff?! Hugs you all

Buggy x GN reader

Sad Angst

No warnings just sadness

Enjoy depression part 2!

It had been three weeks... three weeks since you had stopped speaking and visiting Buggy and he was a wreck... at first he played it cool, acting like he had dropped you for a few toy even betting people to join him in bed but- it wasn't the same.. he had never felt so empty before- not since Shanks betrayed him and that was a feeling had never wanted back.

He was snappier and his temper somehow worse- almost of his late night partners he had tried to fill his space could t even step into the room or touch him before he snapped and sent them away as their presence didn't provide the same comfort.

Buggy couldn't help but watch your every move, Waiting for some indication that you'd come back- That you'd get jealous or maybe lonely like he was.. but that didn't seem to be the case- you seemed okay without him.

You were starting to heal- despite having to see Buggy almost everywhere or see people leaving his room when you past by to get to the crew sleeping quarters, oddly you felt like you were getting better. The cracks were still their but slowly filling with a self love you weren't sure was their before.

You talked to some friends you hadn't spoke to in a while since you had been so into Buggy that he occupied your everything. It had been nice, even if at night you'd feel that same ache or hollowness but it was shrinking...

Tonight had been a party, for what reason you didn't know but it just ment slightly better food and more alcohol for everyone. So seated on a barrel you and your friends play some cards and drink, laughing and just talking.

"(Y/N) I dont want to ruin the mood but...You know- I never did ask, How was your relationship with Buggy?" They ask, You taking a breath as you sip your own drink.

"In the beginning it was great... the passion, the feeling of him being with me- I thought it was love but I think it was just infatuation and easy access for him- while for me it was obsession" You admit, a bitter taste going over your tongue at such words.

"It was when I realized that- he left first always.. never kissed me and used me like some prop..how he never asked about me, never cared and... I wasnt what hebreally wanted- I was just his status symbol" You wince at your own words, hot tears welling in your eyes.

"It was my fault however. I should have never fell in love with him. Cause now I have to learn how to fall out of love with him, thats why next time we dock im leaving..." You admit, your friends looking on you in sympathy as they pour you another drink.

You and your friends cheered together at 'Learning to fall out of love and till the next adventure' And drank together the rest of the night. You had a higher tolerance due to spending so much time with Buggy- so by the time the rest of the crew had retired for the night you went up to get some fresh air on the main deck still raw from the conversation that took place with your friends.

You walk out to see Buggy, drunk off his ass and barely able to stand against the rails of his ship, the almost dozen rolling bottles clued you in he was most likely had binge drank and was close to blackout. Reaching over quickly to grab him before he accidently went overboard and pulling him back-

"Captian what are yo-" You stopped as you saw him, he looked a reck.... His makeup was flaky and old, his hair a awful mess and he looked like he had been fished out of some sewer drain then your Captian.

"D-Dont call me that- I hate it when you c Hic Me Capitan! Buggy- Only you can call me Buggs!" He said angrily, swaying opposite to the pull and push of the waves.

"Sir you're drunk let's get you inside" You say softly, reaching out to grab his coat to pull him inside but he grabbed your hand hard and held it in an iron grasp.

"No! I want you back (Y/N)! You need to come back now!" He yelled, scaring you a bit at the tone of voice but in truth you were scared he was going to hurt himself..

"Cap.. Buggy- Im here i dont" You were cut off again as he staggered forward- almost falling on you if he hadn't caught his own weight slamming into the rails again. You pulling him back.

"No! I want you back with me! I- I want you back...you have to stay..." He mumbled, Your face blooming in surprise by the words coming from his lips.

"I learned them! I learned them all! I know your favorite colors, your birthday, the village you came from and what foods you like and dislike... T-That I embarrassed you..." He started to trail off as tears welled in his eyes and he staggered to the side.

"How you didn't feel like I cared for you... i-i didn't hold you at night and tell you how important you are to me.. how you thought I never kissed you or would leave you in the morning cause i didnt care-" He said the last sentence angrily and tossed the mostly empty rum bottle on the ground watching how it shattered. "How you're going to leave..."

"I.. Buggy how did you-" You mutter, before Buggy stammered towards you and reached into your coat pocket with a heavy hand and pulled out his own ear- you never knew it was missing to begin with and forgot how often you wear this coat. Smacking it to the side of his head as he stumbled at reattaching his limb.

"I kissed you every morning before I left.. I don't get much sl-sleep and so I'd wake up and just watch the sun hit you're face.. kiss you gently before leaving for the day..." He admitted, you feeling your heart squeeze at his words as well as the slight embrassment that he heard your woes to your friends about himself- or worse he drank himself like this cause he did hear you.

"I... don't know what love is.. I don't think I've ever truly felt it.. familial bonds... brotherly kinship.. but never love- B-But I think what I feel for you is it? I-Im not sure but I feel like my chest is being cut open when I look at the bed and you're not there with me... when I dont feel your warmth on my hand... or your voice telling me anything" tears began to roll down his tears fully, He looked so sad and lonely...

"Buggy..." You say softly, Watching tears run down his face washing what remained of his tattered makeup. How he hiccups both from crying and being drunk.

"I-I miss you (Y/N)..." He admitted, falling onto his knees finally as he ignored the pokes of the glass entering him. Tears continuing to flow freely as he bowed his head.

You couldn't watch this... reaching down you help him to his feet, feeling how heavy he was and the sour smell of BO that radiated off of him. Bringing him back to his quarters you set him on the bed to get him cleaned up.

He almost looked comatose, tears still running down his cheeks silently as you clean the makeup from his face and pull off his sour dirty clothes. Getting a wet rag to give him some sort of bath like he was a child- it wasnt like you hadnt seen him naked before, babbling drunk nonsense leaving him as you did so and help him into fresh underwear which he stumbles and ends up just detaching his legs lazily to help. But his hand always an iron grasp onto you in some way.

"Alright let's get you into bed..." You say softly, still fairly conflicted about all of this. Ready to just make sure the captian is safe enough to were he doesn't choke on his own vomit in his sleep and return to the crew quarters but he sobs and grabs you.

"Stay- please!" He begs, Having never heard this level of total panic from him- He looked so vulnerable.. in boxers, drunk, without his makeup of mask and emotionally a open book... you couldn't leave him like this.

So you removed your coat and climb in next to him. He held onto you, like what he would do every night you two had shared together. However now you understood, feeling that desperation in his grasp you had never understood before.

"Please stay with me (Y/N)..." You hear him whisper, burying his face into your neck further like he could hide from the world against you.

"...I know I'm not much... I'm not the strongest... not the smartest and-d not handsome but... I'll do anything for you... just please- don't leave me too" You feel your heart break at the softness of his words and how broken he sounded. How you had manages to crumble this paper lion- you held him tighter and rubbed circles in his back to lull him to sleep silently.

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[incogrio]

k.th - escape with me

pairing: taehyun x gn! reader

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort except i’m bad at writing the hurt part

synopsis: taehyun tries to make up for not being able to go out in public w u. ends up trying to act tough in an escape room.

warnings: poorly written all around, angst, tae is kinda mean, reader is cringy, members make fun of tae

w/c: 1.5k+

a/n: okay so. this took so long to write bc ya boy has been STRUGGLING w both motivation and the wifi in costa rica. i kinda gave up at the end, pls forgive me :( once im back in the states, ill be writing much better fics! and i’ll be accepting requests for enhypen too!!!!! (might be a little inaccurate as i am currently getting into them) ANYWAYS LOVE YALL I HOPE YOU DONT KILL ME FOR HOW BAD THIS IS!!!

taehyun was, in many ways, your dream boy. he was affectionate, protective, caring, funny, and he always listened.

except for when he couldn’t.

you were currently in your third fight of the week with your boyfriend of a few months. the topic of your arguments never wavered: you could never be seen in public with him. actually, scratch that. you could be in public with him. it’s not like you wanted a huge display of affection right in the middle of the streets of seoul. you did, however, want to feel like your relationship with your boyfriend wasn’t so one sided.

“tyun, please, stop.” you cried, resting your head in your hands whilst seated on the couch.

“no, you have to listen! i can’t give you what you want, y/n. if only you stopped being so selfish.”

and then, footsteps. a door slamming. blood began rushing to your ears and manifesting itself as tears cascading down your cheeks. he never called you by your real name. he never left you in the middle of a fight. he never made you sob without consoling you. he never.

it wasn’t until two days later that you heard from taehyun in forms other than ‘did you eat?’ texts and doordash notifications. three heavy knocks erupted from the side of taehyun’s fist and the wooden door. the same door that you had been seated at everyday for hours, awaiting his return.

“angel, are you there?” he asked, his voice clearly strained from sobbing or yelling, or both. you didn’t respond, but he noticed your shadow sitting on the ground via the slit between the door and the floor.

he sighed as he slowly adjusted himself to sit with his side and head leaning against the wood.

“you don’t have to open up. just listen, yeah? can you listen for me, doll?” he asked rhetorically. “i am so sorry, angel. you… you deserve so much more than i am able to give you. so much more than hiding and sneaking around and figuring out disguises. you deserve your praises shouted from the rooftops.” taehyun sighed.

a pregnant pause. “i talked to hybe. that’s… that’s what i’ve been doing. i told them how much it’s been hurting us. and i think we can make this work! if you want to, angel… please, please want to.”

you sniffle. “i do.” taehyun closed his eyes and sighed dreamily at the sound of your voice. he allowed himself to cry for a moment, biting his lip to quench his whines.

“thank you, baby.”

a few days later, taehyun is in the back of txt’s van, accompanied by all the members and you. he had promised you that you’d be able to go on actual dates, as long as they were slightly modified. restaurants would be cleared out of people, and staff were to sign an nda. parks were to be closed off to the general public due to “maintenance”. movie theaters were to be kept completely dark at all times, with only you two and the staff not even being allowed to know who the famous person was. it was not a normal relationship, far from it, but it was yours. and he cared enough to try for you.

today, you were on your way to an escape room. txt were already filming a “to-do” episode in this specific location, and taehyun managed to convince the staff to give him a separate escape room to do with you after the filming had ended. you were ecstatic when he told you, and he was ecstatic that you were no longer crying because of him.

except, for a few days ago, when he told his beloved members of the plans.

“you’re taking… them… to an escape room? you’re a scaredy cat.” soobin noted with a scrunched up face in confusion. tyun’s happy smile slowly deflated, his eyes uncrinkling as he thought about what he said.

beomgyu immediately burst out laughing, “you’re gonna embarrass yourself! oh my god- you should record it too!” taehyun immediately rolled his eyes, and pretended his members words didn’t get to him. kai immediately went up to him and patted his back silently.

so now, as he sits next to you he’s fidgeting with his shorts, looking out the window as his sweat becomes more frequent. would you think he was a loser if he got scared? would you break up with him? make fun of him? prefer kai because of his calmness when it comes to jumpscares?

he began bobbing his leg up and down, gnawing at his lip as the van finally pulled up to the filming location. taehyun tried his best to calm himself for the filming, but found that the members had to say his nerves were from fear of the jumpscares.

what felt like too long and too little time passed, and suddenly you were both being told the synopsis of your goal by the escape room manager.

as you both walk inside the dimly lit, extremely decorated gigantic cage, you slip your hand into taehyuns.

“i’m a little nervous…” you muttered, and he felt a glimpse of both hope and bravery blossom in his chest.

a small smile graced his lips, “don’t worry, i’ll protect you!” he said with his teeth sticking out from behind his lips. he looked adorably unthreatening. immediately after, a booming recording welcomed you into the chamber.

“WELCOME LAB RATS!” it shouted, causing you both to jump, “DONT WORRY! YOU WONT BE IN THIS CAGE SOON! SOON, YOU’LL BE JUST LIKE HIM!” and suddenly! the roof pops open and a giant, fake rat corpse falls to the ground. you immediately shriek and hide behind taehyun, and he gulps in fear as he tries his best to maintain his composure.

he reaches behind him with one hand, holding your waist softly as he tries to simultaneously comfort the both of you, and uses his free hand to stuff his closed fist into his mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle his scream.

you slowly creep out from behind him, realizing how obviously fake the rat was and that you had missed all of the clues the fake doctor had given you during the rest of his monologue. oh well, you think, and look to tae.

“are you…” you laugh a little, “are you okay?” you ask incredulously as you witness his biting on his fist. he looks up, immediately dropping his fist and shoving his tough guy act back on.

he nods, clenching his jaw and trying to keep a straight face.

oh, you think. oh this is going to be fun.

you insist on splitting up, looking around a comically food bowl and finding various clues and seemingly random items.

tae is behind you on the other side of the cage. he reaches his hand inside the giant pile of fake hamster shavings, straining his neck to keep his eyes barely looking at the scene in front of him. as he combs through the shavings, his hands wrap around a small, cylindrical object. he shrieks in fear, launching back and landing on his butt before crawling over to you.

he clears his throat pointlessly, “um… something is over there…” he says, voice wavering despite his want to seem fine.

you have to bite your lip in order to hold back your laughter. you walk over, kneeling at the shavings.

he whined out a small, “ahh!!!” as he closed his eyes and turned away, only hearing you reach inside. you pull out what looked to be a kaleidoscope. you decide to have some fun.

“i got it,” you mutter, and he slowly turns back towards you. “wait what the… AHHHHH!!!!” you start screaming in faux terror when you lifted it up to look through it, throwing it across the cage. taehyun, despite his fear, rushes up next to you, holding your cheeks in his palms and squishing them together slightly.

“are you okay?” he asked, nervousness obvious in his boba eyes.

you shake your head and pout dramatically, “you look and see!!” you insist.

he sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and slowly going up to the kaleidoscope as though it would reach out and bite him. he brings it up to his eye, and tilts his head.

“there’s nothing?” he remarks in tiny english, to which you grow genuinely confused at. you were being dramatic, yes, but before you saw a beautiful design with letters and numbers throughout.

“what?” you walk up, looking through it. and again, darkness. you slowly lower it from your eye, bringing a hand to cover your mouth in shock. “oh my god i broke it.”

“huh?”

“TYUN I WAS BEING DRAMATIC SO I COULD SCARE YOU BUT OH MY GOD I BROKE IT.”

he stares at you in disbelief, before letting out a few giggles and looking up at one of the cameras in the room.

“can we still complete the escape room?” he asked, scratching the back of his head as he ignored your cackling.

they only hear a sigh, before being promptly kicked out of the building.

long story short: next time, just ask your beautiful boba eyed boyfriend to take you bowling. he’d still embarrass himself, but at least the props will stay intact.

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[sanjisblackasswife]

The reader's first time with Law?

How Losing Your Virginity to Law Would Be Like(NSFW/FLUFF)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Vanila Smut, Law is awkward, I tried my best to match his character so forgive me if it’s not accurate.

Allowing Law, a long time friend of yours since childhood to be the one to take something so sacred to you. And choosing him was something he didn’t take lightly.

The conversation was awkward, you both had feelings towards each other but never acted upon them due to the fact that he didn’t seem like the type to want to be in a relationship.

“Losing your virginity to me doesn’t seem horrible to you? Because it is.”

In the back of his mind though, he was malfunctioning, he’s not the most traditional guy, but he did become celibate awaiting for his future wife.

He can’t even remember the last time he had sex and here you are. Beautiful and doe eye’d as ever offering yourself to him because you wanted to rid it to someone you trusted.

Sure he could have just said “no” and sent you on your way, but

Something wanted it to.

He’s a man. He has needs. And he’ll never admit it to you, but on his loneliness and horniest nights. He thinks of you.

He thinks of your pretty perfume, your body, your eyes, your smile, your laugh.

Your possible scent when his nose is landed right above your clit as you sit on him, your thighs jiggling as you are under him, the tears that prickle right when you’ve had enough and are abou to c—

He has thought about you in more ways than one to say the least.

Law doesn’t say yes to you at first, he waits a while. A few weeks even, but if you’re patient for him then you are truly a special girl, because once you tell him you waited he damn near explodes in his mind.

So. Here you are. On your back, fingers running through your captain’s thick scalp of his unkept hair, his lips transfer from sucking and nibbling on your breast and collarbone to your soft plump lips, his already stained with the nude gloss you wore on your date with him.

He of course had to take you out. You deserved it, you both had what normal people would call a “date”, but Law called it an off day between you both. He treated you like a princess, even took your hand a few times.

“Law..” You hummed out of your lips, he finally met the sweet spot on your neck, you felt the tent in his pants bump into your crotch with each subtle grind he gave as he kept his lips attached to your skin.

You felt so smooth to him, his tatted tanned fingers couldn’t stop rubbing up and down your body.

“May I take these off?” His breathing is heavy, index and middle finger looping into your panties to gently pull, he’d be a liar to admit when he seen the way your thighs jiggled when he placed you on your back turned him on so embarrassingly quick.

“Yes, please.” You lifted your hips, and watched him gaze at how your underwear slowly tore away from your skin, he did a small gasp finally seeing all of you “Everything okay?”

“What?—oh! Yes yes you’re fine…you’re..” his touch was so delicate, he treated your body like fragile glass kissing your inners thighs with caution.

You were in awe with your captain, his stoic demeanor now diminished , but his eyes are now softer, his cheeks won’t stop being pink each time he sees you twitch, moan, or otherwise.

He started with slow kitten licks, trying to hide the fact that he never actually went down on a woman so he is careful not to use teeth if anything, your hips buck into his mouth by natural reaction and he immediately latches to your clit.

“Oh!” You moan, hands thrown to his head. This was a new feeling! His beard tickled you a little the same way his sideburns tickles your thighs as you squeeze him in.

You tasted fantastic cumming into his mouth like the good girl you were.

Law finally begins to free himself. He’s a nervous wreck, mouth shinny from your slick, hair frazzled from your grabs and rubs, and constant clearing of the throat and he anxiously takes off his bottoms.

“Wow..” you say in your head. Almost like he read your mind he smirks at you reaction, there’s a little ego boost for him as he puts on the condom in front of you.

He crawls to you slowly not looking away from your eyes, it was almost like he was telling you to lay back and you did as such, throwing the blanket over you both, you’re caged between his arms, finally your nervousness began to show.

“Hey..” he softly holds your cheek, “Just….yell stop if it’s too much.”

He gives you one last reassurance kiss on the lips, it was so slow, gentle and soft. Looking down he slowly inches inside you, immediately seeing the contort in your face.

“Look at me, okay?” Law’s voice is lower, but you can hear the worry in the back of his throat, he doesn’t stop pressing inside you, looking at you and giving more kisses of the face to soothe the sharp sting.

“A-ah!” Your back arches and Law immediately places his arm under you for support, looking down at the small bloody mess in between you both.

When he finally bottoms out he is still making sure you give him the okay.

Once he does, he goes at a decent pace. Not wanting to hurt you anymore than you already are, but once you beg and plead for more you begin to finally hear more than just skin slapping and heavy breathing.

You sounded gorgeous in his ear, his hand creeps to meet yours , your stiff legs have loosened and are wrapped around his waist, it was a painful pleasure for you and you were so grateful Law was the one to give it to you.

“I’m..so…i’m not ganna last…ah..Y/N!”

Neither do you, it felt indescribable, Law’s kisses became needy, rocking you both back and fourth in the creaky bed for a riding out the orgasm.

After sex the tatted pirate is nothing, but a talking mess. Asking if it felt okay, as he cleans you and tosses the condom, letting you know how good you were as he washes you up, telling you the importance of safe sex as he holds you to sleep on his chest.

Law just hopes he made it memorable for you, that’s all.

And maybe.

He can continue to make more memories with you.

[wonderrot]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

intended eddie brock / venom x female!reader

WRITING WARNINGS: okie so this is kinda like an au in a way, it’s a secret pre-established poly relationship, also reader is colton drake’s sister (adoptive, biological, or married-in your choice!) so like colton isn’t super approving of his sister having a relationship with someone.

XOXO, CHESHIRE — this is so utterly disgustingly cutely based off sabrina’s new song with our favorite loser and our precious symbiote baby <3! so eddie and venom aren’t in this fic but they are both mentioned and it’s kind of just the reader existing with the family dynamic and hearing about her boys.

her (e/c) eyes rolled softly as she listened to the rambling of her brother as she peered down at the symbiote in the tube feeling utterly devasted for the poor creature. y/n knew what it was like to be trapped in a tube and feeling hopeless with the liquid nutrition being the only thing keeping you alive, at least she knew from venom, whom had ranted to her one night all about it in order to get her to stay away from her brother. her boyfriend and the symbiote had tried their hardest to take down her brother and his organization, yet they had failed, and colton wasn’t all that pleased with them. in fact, colton drake wished to hunt them down and find them yet he found that simply impossible. unbeknownst to colton, his own sister was the mere reason why he couldn’t find them.

y/n was the only person who had approved of her own choice to fall in love with eddie brock and by extension venom as well, at least that is what she believed as whenever she would drop hints about her secret pair of boyfriends without revealing too much information ; everyone seemed to verbally bash her for falling in love, claiming she was too childish as she fell in love with more than one person. they deemed their relationship as wrong and an act of unfaithful nature but y/n knew better than to listen to all those vipers depressed in empath clothing.

the (h/c) haired woman deeply sighed to herself as she heard her brother changing the conversation about his company to the fact that she wasn’t listening to him. in fact colton had claimed that his sister was too busy thinking about her secretive boyfriend instead of listening to his plan to save all of mankind from the destruction of earth itself. (e/c) eyes lightened up as their owner had smiled softly at the symbiote who had made a gesture inside of the tube, one of which essentially called her brother an annoying loser, causing her to wholeheartedly agree even if she didn’t admit it out loud.

“yet not to mention eddie brock stealing venom from me and you still don’t care about it. it doesn’t affect you and yet this is our livelihood, my dear sister, and yet you don’t cherish or show any interest in it!” there he goes again, back on his stupid bullshit verbal rampage about his mankind project. “you say livelihood as if i don’t have my dream job that i love and have enough money to get by on my own plus get other oddities.” y/n bit back as she stretched her back out, having been uncomfortable in the position she had been slightly hunched over in.

“don’t get cocky now, y/n, just be a good sister and listen. i’ve taken care of you my entire life and you don’t get to cheapen that, okay?” colton explained as he placed a gentle hand upon his sister’s cheek, trying to be sympathetic as he assumed she was only fighting back with her words due to being drained from her dream job that she’s talked about since childhood. “oh fuck off, colton.” the woman replied forcibly taking her brother’s hand away from her face and then waved her goodbyes to the symbiote in the tube before she walked out of the lab, her brother’s voice raising with each step she took.

nearly a half an hour later, luckily having gotten through the lots of traffic faster than anticipated, she had found herself inside of the convenience store where mrs. chen worked during the night. a simple “oh sweetheart, there you are!” had rung out with perfect timing of the bell as she stepped inside, mrs. chen had greeted her inside with a sense of relief. “now why do i sense some relief in that mrs. c?” the (h/c) haired woman questioned as she moved to grab some of her favorite snacks that she would share with venom and eddie once she got home. all she could affectionately think of was, please please please don’t embarrass me motherfucker, as she awaited the words that her dear older friend would say which more than likely had something to do with her boyfriends.

the older dark haired woman chuckled softly as y/n made her way up to the counter with all her snacks. “oh no worries sweetheart, the two idiots were just going on and on about how they love you. i’m guessing there might be a ring in your future from the sounds of it.” mrs. chen explained as she finished ringing up the snacks and placed them in a bag. the (h/c) haired woman shook her head affectionately at the woman’s words knowing that they didn’t need a ring to be married, in fact the three of them already considered themselves married, but she knew the woman would still lovingly pester them about it. “i’ll see you later, māma.” y/n chuckled softly as she saw the woman pause at the loving nickname as she grabbed her bag and placed a twenty upon the counter, ready to leave and head home to her beloveds.

[corvidcrossbow]

would you maybe write some daryl fluff? maybe reader is carols adopted daughter (20ish years old)

daryl comforting reader after henry and how carol acted in the tunnel? maybe r sees carol taking pills n stuff. idk just daryl maybe talking to carol “what about her? henry’s gone but she’s still here!” just daryl sticking up for reader and hugging her n looking after her while carols off.

~•♡•~ What One Has

➳ Summary: Following the Savior war, Carol took you and Henry in as her adoptive children. But through the events of the Whisperer war, your relationship with her became sort of estranged; at least you had Daryl looking out for you (Daryl + Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Post Whisperer war, around 10x18 + 10x21

➳ Word count: 1.9k

➳ C/W: Mentions of pike scene

➳ A/N: Ima be so fr, I struggled writing this, I think because I wasn't quite sure what direction I wanted to go but I needa stop sittin on this n I hope you like it nonetheless anon 😭🫶 Hopefully now that opening day at my job has passed I can refocus on writing (and hopefully we never have a day like that ever again cuz someone dropping and coding in front of me was not in any of my expectations 🗿)

Daryl groaned an exhale and shifted in his blankets, rolling over onto his back with a clenched fist resting on his forehead. Darkness shrouded his room in the basement, Dog curled up close to him no matter how many times he tried to ward the canine off from dirtying the plush couch by sleeping on it too.

Despite the threat of the Whisperers eliminated, and what he could only hope would be some time for rest, he didn't rest. Sleeping never proved easier no matter how many times a conflict was eased: he knew more would always follow. Especially now, where the repercussions of Alpha and her actions were so grave it shook foundations he'd prayed would stay stable.

The archer threw back his covers, picking himself from the makeshift bed and finding a shirt he'd earlier thrown aside, and a pack of cigarettes set on the edge of his workbench. He tisked at Dog, instructing him to stay while he quietly existed from the cellar, carefully ascended the stairs and opened the front door to head outside and smoke.

Closing it and throwing his head back to clear the messied hair from his face, he paused at the figure already occupying the right side of the steps. In the faint glow of moonlight, he recognized you despite your hunched posture, seemingly trying to obscure yourself.

“Why ya out ‘ere?”

“Same reason you are.”

It was a rhetorical question, really. He knew why, who this was about. It wasn't the first time he'd found you awake in the night as he was, having become an increasing commonality over the past 10 months since you moved here, and increasingly concerning.

Daryl stuffed the pack away in his pocket, coming to sit near you on the opposite end of the step, propping his elbows on his thighs. “Ya won’ talk ‘bout it?”

“It's not really gonna make a difference,” You replied, head bowed to stare at the wooden planks in front of you, twisting a loose thread you'd plucked from your jeans between your fingers.

“Could. Least yer not carryin’ it by yerself,” He tried to persuade you. Although he was guilty of doing it himself, his conscience didn't sit well with knowing those close to him were lost in their own minds like he so often was. Especially you, who he not only cared about, but had cared for. “C'mon, ‘m listening.”

You heaved an uneasy sigh, reluctantly accepting that he was right. He felt like the only person you had at this point. “I miss her.”

Daryl's head turned a bit so his gaze could flick to you then shifted back, nodding – more to himself – understandingly.

“And it's so weird because she's, what… 30 feet away from me right now? Maybe less? But she feels even further than she did when she just up and left to go on that boat.” You paused for a moment, coaching yourself through your breaths and not allowing them to grow erratic. “I thought, maybe after everything at the tower, she'd warm back up to me again. But I feel like the… thing, wore her raw, and then the blizzard froze her so solid she won't thaw back out.”

The man stayed silent, taking in your every word but knowing to speak now would halt the tracing of your thoughts; hinder you from fully opening up.

“Does she think because I'm grown it doesn't have a major effect on me? Henry wasn't just her son, he was like my brother. Families are supposed to be there for each other when you lose someone– and, and then I almost lost her too. I mean, you remember all the pills; how she never left her room. I could hear her some nights, just talking to herself. She was talking to something that wasn't real more than she talked to me!”

Now you were struggling, that choking feeling tightened around your throat and broke some of your words, mask slipping as the weight of everything started to collapse in on you just like– “And the cave. I… I'd never been more scared in my life, being in there with you guys. There's so many times I thought I was gonna die but nothing scared me like that. I still hear all the walkers sometimes, how she screamed, the sound of that dynamite going off. I still feel like I'm coated in dust just–... What was she thinking? I was right next to her. It's like I was invisible, or erased from her memory, and all she remembers is Henry.”

Daryl pulled you to him before you'd even realized you were crying, holding your stiff body against his, and through a few sobs, feeling you relax and give in. His strong arm wrapped around you was the most secure you'd felt in a long time.

“Shhh… s'alrigh’. ‘M ‘ere.” Soothing words were few and simple, but they were what you needed; the reminder that someone saw you, remembered you, and took account for your feelings in all of this.

You scooted closer to him, further tucking your head into his chest as if you were trying to finally find a moment of peace by escaping into his embrace. Daryl rubbed his palm over your shoulder, doing nothing but just being there for you.

A moment passed and you recomposed yourself to some extent, shuffling away with a sniffle while he loosened the hug. His eyes caught yours for just a second, seeing so much of himself reflected in your irises.

“Sorry, didn't mean to…” You trailed off while rubbing your face with the back of your hand, ridding the salty streaks from your skin and gesturing. You turned away, embarrassed from your venting and finding it hard to face him.

“Don't. Whole point'ah talkin’ is so ya ain't bottlin’ allat to yerself.” He quieted again, casting his gaze to you then up to the sky as he fidgeted with his hands. “Had a brother too; from before. Was an asshole, but still ma brother.”

You perked up a little, following his line of sight to the black above you. “What happened?..”

“Wa'salways gettin’ stuck with tha wrong people; last time jus’ cost ‘em. Happened bouta year into this; had tah put ‘em down mahself.”

“I'm sorry…” You swallowed and unsurely nibbled on the gummy flesh of your cheek. Was there ever really a right way to respond to that kind of thing?

“Ts'fine, long time ago. Point is I get how it is tah lose family like tha’, ‘nd ‘ll always listen when ya need it. Ya got me.”

“Thank you… for everything; bein’ there every time you already have. I really appreciate it, Daryl.” Truthfully, you'd flat out needed it. He'd remained a constant when all else altered. “I just don't know what to do anymore. Dad's been so distant too, and if I'm gonna lose him to cancer... I'll need her there for that.”

You licked your lips, taking a shaky inhale and biting your tongue a bit. “Sometimes I feel like all she sees when she looks at me is my head on a pike too.”

Daryl's jaw tensed, fearing you'd confess something like that. “‘Ll talk to ‘er.”

“No, you don't have to do that. I know you two are already–”

“Nah. ‘M gonna. Ya shouldn't ever think somethin’ like tha’. She still cares ‘bout ya: ts'jus’ hard for ‘er, been through a lot.” He gave a gentle squeeze to your shoulder before removing his hand. “She loves ya. Get sum rest.”

You nodded faintly, taking another breath to gather yourself and lifting from the spot to retreat inside, leaving the man to his own solemn nature.

❥-》》—————➣

Daryl often wondered if some things were worth it, this included; begrudgingly agreeing to let Carol tag along with him on what was meant to be a hunt, yet tracing paths back to that long abandoned cabin he would've preferred to add ‘forgotten’ in the title of.

He damned Dog for leading him back there, but figured something was going to push out the full story regarding how he spent all those years in the forest – and at least it opened the conversation for more important ones that needed to be had.

It wasn't ideal; borderline arguing with the woman he'd so casually dubbed his ‘best friend’, who'd been there when he needed her and vice versa. It hurt, but it wasn't all she hurt him for, and he was far from the only one she did.

“I'm sorry for Connie,” She spoke, head bowed and pursing her lips to shove back the tears that gathered in her waterlines. “But I'm not sorry for going after the horde and I'm not sorry for making Alpha pay for killing Henry because I was right.”

“‘Nd tha's all tha’ matters; you bein’ right, huh?” Daryl angled to look at her, keeping his forearm braced against the wooden post. She questioned the depth of his motivations, and he shook his head disapprovingly.

“Ts'ain't all about ‘em, ‘ts barely ‘bout me. ‘Ts ‘bout'cher damn kid; tha one ya still got.” They met eyes for a moment before hers shot away, shamefully avoiding the confrontation. “Ya think ‘bout ‘er in all this? Tha’ what you lost, she lost too? Ya know feels like she lost you? Tha’ she don’ sleep much anymore, misses you like yer already gone, ‘cause ya might as well be … Ya still have ‘er, ‘ts sum’thin’ we can't say fer a lotta people, so quit actin’ like ya don't.”

A painful silence settled, clawing at the both of them as he pivoted away and focused out the dirtied glass plane ahead of him. The archer bit back further words, part of him regretting the harshness of such even though it felt required.

“Ya shouldn'tah come.”; brought Carol's sharper attention back, sparking meaner accusations and disclosures between them – predominantly on Daryl's part – regarding their situations.

She turned around, drifting fingertips over the structuring of the cabin's foundation and sniffling before muttering a few things more and trailing into the other room.

Tension hung heavy enough to keep it mostly quiet, even as they later parted ways while returning to Alexandria, forced through seeming trials; Daryl with his motorcycle, and Carol while attempting to cook.

Once he finally got that damn bike working and rode home, he stifled a chuckle at how the silver-haired woman stood there, disheveled appearance matching his own. The man appreciatively declined her offer for soup, exhausted from his troubles and preferring to just go lay down with Dog.

He followed the shepherd round the house to enter through the front door, watching the cheerful wagging of his tail as he padded across the hardwood and down steps to the basement.

Daryl readjusted his crossbows strap around his shoulder, brushing back his hair before descending. He picked up Carol's voice in the distance, sequenced by yours, and paused to shift his vision for just a quick glance; you perched against the kitchen counter, bowls on the surface, and for the first time in a while, a genuine smile on your face as the older woman came up beside you.

His own tugged the slightest bit at one side of his mouth, satisfied with the apparent reconnecting. He continued his action, setting his things down in his room before partially undressing and flopping back on that couch.

Even if his relationship with Carol remained rocky, granting some stability to yours was enough for him. That was worth it.

©corvidcrossbow 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified or adapted to other platforms. My work may be translated only if asked and with proof of given consent.

[loveharlow]

Omg I almost died reading She Can't Know! It was so good and I'm so excited to see more from you! Speaking of that I have a request. Ik it might take a bit but if you could can you make a smut or fluff alphabet with Ajax? If not I totally understand but if you do tag me!

ty, -Help

SMUT ALPHABET

PAIRING ‧₊˚ Ajax Petropolus x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS ‧₊˚ [1.7k] Basically headcanons on what it would be like to get down with Ajax.

WARNING(S) ‧₊˚ characters are of consenting/legal age! swearing, depictions of smut/sexual acts

A/N ‧₊˚ Just a small thanks to everyone showing love to the Ajax content, I've been busy and it helps to remind me and keep me motivated. I'm working on all of the requests so hold tight.

˗ˏˋ ajax masterlist ˎˊ˗

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Ajax is caring but in a casual way if y’know what I mean? Like he’ll clean you up and toss you a shirt of his and kiss your forehead, toss you a bottle of water too, maybe. He’d probably ask to smoke a joint with you if you hadn’t already before having sex.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His own favorite body part would have to be his arms. He wears hoodies and jackets a lot of the time so no one really knows that he has a lot of muscle under there and it took you by surprise the first time you saw him in a regular t-shirt, you literally turned around were like ‘damn.’ and he just looked confused.

His favorite part of yours in general is your legs. He loves your thighs and loves to have his hands on them and loves it when you sit on his lap. He says it brings him comfort. But…he also may have admitted, under the influence and in front of like all your friends, that he loves your boobs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

So, he likes to cum inside you. But he loves to cum on your thighs, you don’t know why because he himself can’t explain it. He just says that they look pretty covered in it. It’s hell for you to clean up but it leaves your thighs oddly soft after.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He gets himself off when he’s on the phone with you. At first, you didn’t know, or didn’t care enough to notice. But at some point during your relationship, you heard him moan, so clearly, and just asked and he tried to cover it up but eventually gave up and admitted it. You’re under the impression he still does it but he’ll never fess up again.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He isn’t too experienced. Truthfully, Ajax is a bit aloof, so relationships and sex weren’t really on his mind until you two got together. He’s gotten to know you, personally, and what you like. So, when it comes to you? He’s decently experienced.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Cowgirl. That boy is pure filth when he wants to be. He likes to see you above him, he thinks you look like a goddess. And when you come down from your high and smile down at him, all out of breath, he just adores it.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

I feel like there’s an in between but definitely leaning more towards the humorous side. Like he has a dopey smile on his face, I don’t think it’s humorous or serious, he just wants to have fun in the moment. Experiment, make you laugh a few times, but still manage to make you feel good.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don’t think he cares too much. He’ll probably trim it up because he has an irrational fear that if he lets it grow too long, it’ll grow snakes (which cannot happen, he's just ridiculously paranoid). But he doesn’t like to be bald down there because he says it feels weird and doesn’t look right.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Again, he wants to have fun but also feel good. He’s loving and gentle but still dominating in some aspects. He’ll let you have control if you really want it but he’s not overly rough. Demanding, less with words more through actions, but still gentle and caring.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He masturbates often. It’s typically when you’re not around and during the semester because you don’t see each other as often as you’d like. And it’s easy to get caught at Nevermore, so you can't be risky. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

I feel like he most definitely has a marking kink. Like seeing bite marks and hickeys (and bruises if you’re into that) after a wild night makes him proud in a way. He just loves everything about you and the marks are a way to show everyone that you're his without being overly confrontational or affectionate because Ajax has a very laid-back personality.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

His dorm. He doesn’t like to do it in your dorm because the girls somehow always find out and tease the both of you non-stop. With the boys, they do the same to him but he’s used to their banter so he shrugs it off because he has no shame and you never have to endure their teasing because the majority of them are respectful towards you.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He loves to see you in a skirt. It will get him riled up real quick. Seeing it sway as you walk, your legs out on display and glowing, it’s heaven for him. He also loves when you sit on his lap of your own accord. He knows PDA isn’t something that comes too naturally to you so the fact that you have no problem just placing yourself in his lap, no matter who's around, just gives him an overwhelming sense of pride and reassurance. Plus, you’re warm all the time so you're like his personal heater.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you past the point of being pleasurable. Even if you tell him that it’s okay he won't do it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving, don’t get me wrong. Like the act itself, being in between your thighs that he loves oh-so much and hearing the noises you make, seeing your hands grip the sheets to keep from grabbing his beanie, it’s all great and he could do it for hours. Seriously. But it's something about receiving that has his soul leaving his body. Like when you brush your thumb over his tip, the thing you do with your tongue and when you look up at him through teary eyes. It’s like an overload of emotions and feelings that he can’t get enough of.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I feel like he’s slow in the beginning, gradually speeding up the closer you get to your climaxes until he’s basically chanting your name under his breath and gripping the headboard as his eyes close shut. His thrusts are long and drawn out but when he’s going back in, it’s a hard solid thrust that has your mouth opening in a silent scream.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

They aren’t his favorite because he can’t chill with you after like he normally would like but if it’s his only option then he’s kind of like ‘fuck it’, y’know? You both get satisfaction and that’s all that matters, but he prefers proper sex. It makes him feel closer to you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Depends on how far you plan on experimenting. He doesn’t do pure pain, like I said. But he’s up for trying new stuff. Putting his hand on your throat, spanking, hair pulling, anything you want as long as it’s pleasurable in some way.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I’d say 2-3 rounds on a good day. If he doesn’t have too much energy, max 2. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Nah, he doesn’t. Getting some kinky shit into Nevermore is near impossible. The most y’all have got is a vibrator you managed to get in, by some force of nature, that he has used on you a handful of times. But if you want him to use it, he will.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he’s a big tease. He loves to see you get all needy and beg, one time he did it until tears started to form from how bad you were aching. He’ll always cave in and give you what you want, what he wants too.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not loud but trust me, he is not quiet either. He’ll bury his head into your neck and groan and moan and it’s not loud but it's so close to your ear that you can hear it clearly and feel the sound vibrating down your neck and trail down your spine and it just makes you 10x hornier.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You’re the first person he had sex with face-to-face. He said he felt like it was too intimate, to see people’s faces and be that close, so anyone he slept with before it was always a position where they weren’t facing each other. Then you guys started talking and going out and he realized he was breaking his own rule when it was too late.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Thick. Hella thick, for sure. A little over average in length, though. I’d give him 6.5 hard, 4 soft. It’s real veiny, too. He’s got hair down there, no question. He’s cut, too. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s a little more than average. He’s still pretty young in general so he got some stamina and pent up frustration from everyday life.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Soon, but not immediately. He doesn’t mind falling asleep before you but he has to make sure you’re good before dozing off. He usually uses your boobs as pillows and wakes up on your stomach because if he slept on your chest all night, they’d hurt like a bitch in the morning.

feedback is appreciated! thanks for reading.

©loveharlow

[adrikazu]

Can I ask a request of Diluc, Xiao, Childe, or Kazuha having an S/o who is like Kanao from demon slayer

DILUC, XIAO, CHILDE, KAZUHA W/ S/O SIMILAR TO KANAO

— characters: diluc, xiao, childe, kazuha.

— c/w: mentions of fighting, coin flipping, difficult pasts and fluff :) def not proofread

a/n: this definitely took a while and i apologize, my return was far past due. hopefully i’ll be more consistent with my writing, here you are though!!

DILUC

— a very gentle relationship

Not a lot going on at first, to be honest.

At the beginning, your quietness and your lack of expression and emotion distresses him a bit after growing interest in you.

But he can’t complain, because he acts in a similar way, except willingly.

You do it as an entire defense mechanism, he does it because he’s distrustful.

For this same reason though, you two learn to have more than a few things in common.

He is caught by surprise when you flip your coin around him. He learns quick why you do this though.

Your difficult pasts, surrounding your family, come to truth and you grow fond and caring of this gentleman.

He’s very kind with you, after learning about you and very very slowly easing you out of his shell. What he was not aware about was how you were doing the same to him.

He’s strong and responsible, and soon when he realizes the difficulties, you two don’t necessarily work through it on purpose,

But overall, having each other definitely helped you, and Diluc.

With your help, he may have been more open to showing his care towards Kaeya and Jean.

With his help, you may have decided on things on your own and grown to express your admiration and care for your loved ones.

In the end, he’s a very serious person, but he makes exceptions for you.

He may not be very expressive either, but it can be obvious when he’s glad to see you express yourself and make decisions on your own.

Diluc views it as progress for your health. He really cares about your well-being.

XIAO

— a very slow beginning

Not a lot going on here at the start either, especially here, with how quiet and reserved he is.

You two are EXTREMELY quiet. The beginning was definitely one of the hardest parts of your relationship.

He wasn’t willing to open up at all, and you just couldn’t start anywhere.

If it wasn’t for his curiosity to your coin, none of this may have happened.

From afar or from close up with very minimal conversation, slowly but surely he got closer to you.

Even though it was a very slow start, it was definitely a start.

Xiao may have found your silence quite a relief for a while. He might’ve been able to slip out a few words about how he felt, and then vanished away.

It certainly took a while before you two were familiar with each other enough where he could talk and he could pull you out of your shell to speak back.

But it happened. It just took many tries, and in the end, Xiao grew comfortable talking to you.

Your slow expressions of care towards him made him feel important, and noticed. He craved it, so his visits became more frequent. Progress with you was faster.

His trust in you grew and yours in his did too. You began talking, and your coin was to thank.

The people in the inn noticed this, and welcomed you whenever you passed around.

He perks up at your visit, and he continues to talk to you with care, and feels relief to see you speak in return.

CHILDE

— a golden retriever and a black cat, for sure.

He definitely approached you first.

Most likely impressed with the way you fought, and approached you in hopes of starting a conversation and perhaps a practice match.

But when you flipped your coin on heads, and you turned him away and only say goodbye, he was left confused. But also curious.

He kept pestering you, and you kept flipping your coin or leaving without a word because of your schedule.

But one day your coin landed on heads, and you owed him a fight.

He won, but it was a solid practice match. Childe grew intrigued with you and invited you to walk. Your coin landed on heads.

From here on he kept with you, on one sided conversation. But sometimes, Childe would talk to you about how he felt.

Your silence was just comforting—It felt like you were listening, and caring about what he had to say. Even though you just couldn’t really talk, and stared at him while he did.

But his constant fights and injuries did do a number on you. Your concern grew, and surely, your expressions did too.

This left him surprised, but excited. To him, he had found your weakness.

From here on out, he came to you with crazy injuries in hopes you’d talk to him. With this routine, his plan worked.

But after you did, it just grew on him. He wanted to talk to you, he wanted to hear you. Childe grew fond of you.

To practice matches to conversations, he just wanted to be around you and you started to trust him and express more. Your ability to hold your own impressed him.

KAZUHA

— mending your expression

Another one who doesn’t talk much.

Your relationship started off interesting. His small tunes and poems, and his alcohol definitely caught you off guard a little.

He was interested in your form of decision making, your coin flipping.

Kazuha would ask you questions, met with no reply. But he didn’t give up.

Necessarily his talking, drew you in to listen, without much to say of course.

Kazuha shared with you his methods of expression; through his writing and the wind. You grew to express through these at first.

Whenever your coin decided to write with him or listen to the wind, you felt a little closer to him.

Kazuha revealed bit by bit his past, with words or through other means, which led you to do the same.

Sharing these important things also led to trust. Kazuha had earned your trust, and through it, also the practice of your expressions.

Slowly, after the methods you expressed your care for him. Your difficult past was revealed as well, and so we’re your skills.

Your practice with the blade impressed him, and he only grew more and more fond of you.

Soon your relationship with him was one of comfort, and short words. He as a person didn’t talk much, focusing on the wind and the quiet stillness of Inazuma.

You weren’t any different in the beginning. Your silence at first, was something he was fond of. You did not interrupt, you did not make a single peep at the stillness of the area.

Kazuha learned fast though that this silence was not what it seemed. But your relationship had slowly snatched you from your shell without even realizing it.

[statistically-spencer]

Fortunate Dream PT. 2

Summary: Your dream of joining the BAU was becoming more and more real. How will you handle sharing a private jet with your favorite characters?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (eventual), BAU members x reader(platonic)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this one! I finished Calculus 1 in 4-weeks while also being in a musical so I ran out of time there for a bit. Enjoy!

w/c; 783

Part 1 here

As confused as you were, you were having a great time experiencing the relationship that dream-you had with the members of the BAU. Everyone seemed to like you just fine.

On the jet, you found a place to sit in the window seat on the opposite side of the isle, where Derek sat, leaving an empty seat next to yourself. Derek gave you an assuring smile. You wondered how many traits that you, and this version of you had that overlapped. Did the team know about your fear of flying? Did they know about your raging crush on Dr. Spencer Reid? Did they know that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing and that you totally should not be there right now?? 

Glancing up, you made eye contact with Spencer, who seemed to be walking suspiciously close to your row.

Oh.

You tried to act natural as he took a seat next to you. 

You didn’t have to act natural for long, though, because in an instant the jet began to roll forward, faster and faster.

You swallowed deeply.

“Are you okay, Y/n? I know you never like flying but you seem like something is really off.”

“No, I’m okay.” You lied, “I’m just... I just didn’t sleep much last night and I’m really tired.”

“Oh, well you know, there’s no need to worry about turbulence. If anything, we should really be concerned about-”

“Spencer, no offense, but if you’re about to tell me about how what we should really be concerned about is the onset of a thunderstorm, contributing to the possibility of microbursts, I’d rather not hear it.”

You heard a chuckle and looked up to see Derek standing next to you. 

“Oooh, she’s got you figured out, Reid. Better be careful.”

You blushed. You were only remembering something Spencer had said in an episode of Criminal Minds. Had that episode happened yet in this timeline? 

“Oh no... I was just... I just don’t need to be any more freaked out than I already am right now.” You cleared your throat. 

Spencer smiled at you, “We’ll be fine.”

You were trying to think of something to say to the man. Anything. This was your chance to talk to the love of your life and you were drawing a blank. You couldn’t think of one clever thing to say to him. You just kept looking up at him, and whenever you looked, it seemed like he was looking, too. Which was probably a good sign, right? Instead, it was mostly silent. With you making the occasional attempt to look fine whenever there was turbulence. 

In the midst of everything, you forgot that you were, for the time being at least, a real FBI agent. And, you were in fact, actually dealing with criminals. However, those facts became extremely apparent when Garcia phoned in with details about the case. 

It was hard to focus when Spencer was sitting next to you the entire time. Being so real. So cute. So... Good smelling somehow. 

“-Well, we know hardly anything about the suspect.”

If you had been in a laughing mood after hearing all of the gruesome details of the case, you would’ve laughed at Emily’s statement.

“Male. Thirty-five-”

You froze, realizing that you and Spencer were saying the same thing.

“...Keeps within his inner circle.” You finished, looking Reid up and down slowly.

A quick glance around the jet told you that this was not an uncommon event. In fact, the knowing looks that were being shared by the rest of the team said quite the opposite.

Spencer blinked, trying to come up with more information.

“Also he definitely has children.”

“Obviously.” You blinked, looking around.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Luckily, the look on Spencer’s face wasn’t disgust like you expected. He looked... Proud? Happy?

Wait a minute. You were so caught up in information about the case that you didn’t stop to wonder how you came to that conclusion. Was that normal for you? Were you also a super genius? Perhaps. It was highly plausible, now that you were thinking about it. You were obviously young like Spencer was. Why else would you be on the team at that age? Huh. You liked being smart. It was cool.

“We’ll need to split up upon arrival-” Hotch interrupted your thoughts, “Prentiss you’ll be with Morgan, you’ll share a room at the hotel as well. And Y/L/N, you and Reid will be staying in the other room.”

Oh.

You stole a quick glance at Spencer. The over-confidence you had both been showing had disappeared in an instant.

“You got it, boss.” You tightened your lips.

Why would you say that?

[indibutterfly]

Showtime one-shot idea:

Caine doesn't understand how boundaries/personal space work, and Pomni decides to teach him for a change?

This was so fun to write! Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it!

“Caine,”

“Yes my love?”

“Why exactly are you cuddling me in the air, where everyone is able to see?”

“Why not?! I can show everyone here how much the ringmaster cares and appreciates his beloved jester!” Pomni gave an annoyed groan.

“Why are you so against me showing my love for you? I read extensively that humans love this type of contact!”

“Not all humans.” Caine’s eyes went blue. They were like this for a while until he finally snapped out of it.

“I understand everything my dear!” Pomni raised her eyebrow.

“A funny feeling tells me that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

“Fear not my dear! I now understand the error of my ways and will cease breaking your boundaries!” With a snap of his fingers Pomni was teleported back to her room. She knew he didn’t understand what she was trying to say, but she had to be patient with him. Caine was an AI. This was his very first attempt at a real relationship. Pomni sighed and decided to let things play out and see how badly things went. A day later she got her answer. Pomni is always woken up in the mornings by her partner yelling loudly, hugging her, invading her personal space, and telling her all the things they were going to do that very same day. However on this morning, he never came. The jester even laid in her bed for an extra hour waiting for him to come, but he didn’t. Worried about her partner, Pomni decided to go looking for him. She finally found him in front of the stage working with Bubble on the adventure for that day.

“Morning Caine.” The ringmaster turned around with a slight smile.

“Good morning Pomni! I see you are running a bit behind this morning, but not too worry! You’ll catch up with the others very soon, I am sure of it!” Pomni was very confused at his statement.

“What do you mean catch up?”

“All of your fellow circus members are already starting on their adventure! Not to worry Pomni, if you go through that door right there you’ll catch up with Ragatha who will catch you up!” She blinked once or twice at his comment. First he doesn’t wake her up, then he doesn’t immediately squeeze her when she enters into the room with a stage, then he ditches the pet names, and now he won’t even teleport her to the adventure! What was happening here?! This wasn’t like Caine at all. Not one bit. “Hey Caine, are you okay?” Caine raised an eyebrow.

“Yes? Why do you ask?”

“Well you weren’t-“ Before she could finish her sentence, Bubble interrupted the conversation.

“Boss! We still haven’t worked on the finale for the adventure and some of the crew are already halfway done!” Caine took a look at his wacky watch and gave a gasp.

“You are right Bubble! I am so sorry Pomni, but we will have to continue this conversation later! Enjoy the adventure!” With a snap of his fingers, Caine and Bubble disappeared, leaving Pomni alone. She tried to figure out what exactly was happening with Caine, but she couldn’t think of anything. She decided to not partake in the adventure so she could rest, and also so Caine would for sure talk to her later. Meanwhile the ringmaster was having an emotional breakdown.

“Oh Bubble! I don’t understand why this is so easy for her!” Bubble in all his infinite wisdom replied in the best way possible.

“Just give her all the love you are illegally allowed to give.”

“I can’t do that! She would hate me to the point of abstraction! Clearly everything I normally do makes her uncomfortable….so I must do my best to stay away from her! Because that’s what love is!”

“That sure sounds unhealthy to me boss!” Bubble was then popped out of existence, leaving Caine alone to ponder all of his thoughts and past statements. Was this really how a true couple should act? He hoped he was doing what Pomni wanted and what she needed. He wanted to be the best partner he could be for her. A sound went off on his watch, notifying Caine who all had finished the adventure, Pomni’s name was not listed. His mind raced. Why didn’t she participate?! She knows how much he cares about everyone having a fun time on their adventure, bonding with one another. How could she not want to go?! He wasted no time at all and teleported immediately to outside her room. He was about to barge in when he remembers their previous conversation. She wants space. Not him or anyone else, just space. If he disrespected her now then maybe she would be better off not being with him at all. He lowered his hand and was about to leave, when a certain Jester opened her door.

“I was waiting forever for you!” She yelled out annoyed. Caine was shocked.

“Pomni! You were…..waiting for me?!” She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into her room. Her look was both a mixture of annoyance and frustration.

“Okay Caine, what gives?!”

“I-I am sorry Pomni, I-I don’t quite follow you.” Caine stuttered, slightly attracted to the amount of dominance his jester displayed.

“You have been avoiding me! You are ignoring me, won’t give me hugs, and you won’t even teleport me places anymore! What did I do wrong Caine?!” There was a slight pleading in her voice. The ringmaster took off his hat and immediately tackled the jester. He squeezed her as tightly as he could.

“My love, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I simply wanted to protect your boundaries and not make you feel uncomfortable anymore. However it seems as though I didn’t do a good job. For that I am sorry.” The jester reciprocated the hug. She took a deep breath realizing they both were going to be just fine. She realized it was her fault and now it was her job to make things right.

“It’s my fault too, Caine. I should have been more specific on what I do and don’t like, but I think we can fix this issue right now!”

“Really?! How?!” A loving smirk adorned the jester’s face.

“Simple, let’s sit down and have a normal conversation.” The ringmaster chuckled.

“I don’t think we are very good at that my dear!”

“Let’s just try. For each other?” Caine squeezed his Pomni once more.

“There isn’t another reason I would do it for, my Pomni.”

Fin~

(I am still doing ship oneshots. If you have any ideas send me an ask or a comment! Just follow the guidelines ofc.)

[lbulldesigns]

r/relationships

(UPDATE) How do I convince my 20-year-old son that I'm serious about kicking him out if he doesn't agree to therapy?

30th June, 2021

It's been a little over a month now since I was last here, I'm sorry for not updating sooner but that talk with my son didn't go well initially and I didn't feel like talking about my failure with the talk.

TLDR (for last post): My son posted on Reddit that he wished his sister, who had run away from home, didn't come back. And made out that everyone was constantly at his throat. So I decided to sit him down and make him choose between therapy, or leaving the house.

So shortly after I posted here, M, C, V, and I sat down and had a long talk. As I stated already this talk didn't go well.

M was instantly on the defense and started claiming that everyone was constantly against him, every time we would try and say something he would cut us off and continue to repeat the same things.

V got angry at some point and told him to shut up or she would make him shut up, I don't like that she threatened her brother but he stopped talking. After telling her off for the threat, I took M's silence as an opportunity to get a word in.

I laid everything out on the table. M was 20 years old and still acting like a hormonal teenager, his behavior toward everything especially his little sister was both concerning and disturbing. And I was worried about his future because this type of behavior was not going to fly in the real world.

He was avoiding college, avoiding getting a job, and was in short taking his frustrations at everything out on P, and none of this was going to be tolerated anymore.

I then brought up the ultimatum again. I told him that he has to choose, either he gets therapy and takes it seriously or he moves out. I told him that I was willing to find him an apartment and pay for the first three months' rent, but he had to find himself employment at that time and either enroll in some classes (which I would pay for) or he needed to apply for an apprenticeship.

I thought that all of this was pretty fair, but M looked at me like I had just disowned him or something. And then suddenly just exploded.

He accused me of not loving him, of never loving him, that I would never do any of this to the others, that I never forced V or P to get therapy so why was I pressuring him? V interjected here to remind him that she was forced to get therapy and that it wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be, M just turned on her and told her that she was constantly complaining about it and that it did jack shit for her because she was still having beef with her uncle, and was just as much a bitch to P as he was.

V got angry here and told him to get over himself, but he spoke over her and accused her and her GF of raiding P's room and reading through her journal just to look for dirt on her uncle.

I looked at V and she instantly avoided my eyes. I told her we would talk about this later, and told M to stay focused on this conversation.

But he just threw his hands in the air and said that he was going to give us what we all wanted and leave, he told me not to bother with the "charity" and that he could take care of himself. I tried to calm him down but he said "If you want to kiss Jinx's ass just to feel closer to her dead Mum, fine but I'm gone".

He then stood there breathing heavy for a bit before it suddenly registered to him what he said, and his face went white. Everyone was silent, and just looking at me. I guess I must have looked scary in that moment, I couldn't describe the feelings going through me. But I could tell that I was losing control of my form, so I stood up and left the room wordlessly, and went down to the basement where I had set up a den for myself years ago and locked myself in and shifted.

It was the first time in years that I shifted without remembering what I did whilst as a wolf, but when I reverted back and went back upstairs, I discovered that nearly a day had gone by whilst I was in my den.

C was in the kitchen and as soon as he saw me, he came over and gave me a cautious hug. I just hugged him back tightly.

He then went about making me a big breakfast (shifting takes it out of you) and waited till I was finished eating before filling me in on what happened.

Apparently, after I walked off M went off to his room and packed everything he could and then left to one of his friends' houses. Neither V or C tried to stop him, but C told him that when he removed his head from his ass to reach out.

I tried to call M but found myself blocked from his phone and social media. And just felt defeated. C told me that it wasn't my fault that M was this way, that I was a good father and was just doing everything I could to cater to different children with different needs.

I appreciated him saying this to me. There wasn't much I could do for M, so I focused on things that were in my control.

So, for the past month, I was fixated on running my bar. C moved back in during this time, I was worried about him not attending classes but he told me that he explained to his school's administration that he was registered to live off campus, but he was still attending classes mostly online. He wanted to help me out in the meantime.

I appreciated this honestly, I was feeling stifled by how quiet my house had become.

The girl's uncle had come through and informed me that P was okay but that it was best to wait for her to reach out first, and that he had not even tried to contact her yet.

With that, I tried not to worry but I couldn't. All I could think was that I failed two, possibly three, of my kids by not being more assertive and making them seek therapy sooner.

About a month later, I was setting up the bar when M walked in. He looked hesitant for a moment and asked if we could talk. I just wordlessly pulled up a stool for him and gestured for him to sit it down. He took a seat and I poured him a drink, all of this was in silence.

Until M opened his mouth and said "I'm sorry". He apologized for his behavior and for what he said, he said that he doesn't know why he's like this and that the more he acts out the more depressed he feels and the more insecure he gets and when he gets insecure he lashes out at the nearest person, and that person has always been P.

He knows logically that he has no real beef with her and that she hasn't done anything wrong, but he has this other side that demands he "put her in her place" and when he acts out he feels like shit, and dismissing everything makes him feel less shitty for his actions.

He also apologized for what he said to me, he was always scared of me being disappointed in him and when he was faced with me actually being disappointed in him and knowing that he deserved this, he chose to hit me where he knew it would hurt so that he could feel some validation.

I was shocked that he would confess to all this and asked him what made him reach out now?

He squirmed for a bit and admitted that for the past month he's been jumping from couch to couch, he keeps out staying his welcome at his friends places and basically all of them are sick of his shit and lack of respect towards them.

He had an epiphany after getting kicked out of the last place that everyone is growing up without him, his friends aren't the same as they were in high school. They have jobs, and classes, and goals, and he can't say the same.

He admitted that it was nobody else's fault but his own. He also confessed that he never received any scholarships and that he never got accepted into any colleges because he neglected to apply to any and he felt so stupid and wanted to make it seem that he wasn't a complete loser (his words). He faked getting a scholarship and felt pathetic when I congratulated him and didn't even question him on it. And that he felt even worse when he made out that he was having a gap year first and I supported his decision. He had originally planned to make the gap year worth it but just didn't do anything.

And watching P effortlessly make strides in her studies, and everyone praising her and having high expectations for her made him feel worthless and he just focused on making her feel worthless so that he didn't have to.

By this point, he was crying and apologizing, and I just hugged him until he calmed down. I told him that it took a lot to be able to admit all of this and that I was proud of him for acknowledging his shortcomings. However, he NEEDS to see a therapist.

He agreed.

I told him that my offer to rent a place for him was still on the table and that he could stay in one of the vacant rooms upstairs until then.

He looked disappointed for a split second but then accepted the offer.

And that's where we are now. M has booked an appointment with a therapist, and has moved into an apartment nearby. I also gave him a part time job, working in the bar but he's looking for other employment and speaking with to a career coach at a community college.

Things are still strained, and I'm looking for therapists that specialize in family therapy.

Hopefully, things will start to look up for M soon, despite all his flaws I still love him and want what's best for him.

[battydora]

I'd love to see your overhaul's nsfw alphabets as well 🥺❤

note: oh sure thing, sun! i only wrote overhaul once and i want to write for him more to get fond of him yup yup. here you go, i hope you like it!

content: nsfw alphabet, afab!reader, gender neutral, established sex partners? or established relationship, whatever you prefer honestly.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Selfish at first, specially if he ends up all sweaty afterwards. After you decide being done for the night, he quickly climbs out of bed to take a shower. Sometimes he'll let you join him so he can also clean you up. If he considers he was rough to you that night, he'll massage the ached areas. He's not very sweet nor vocal.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His: Probably his hands. Even though he uses gloves 100% of the time, he enjoys being able to hold you in place, grip your hair or push you down to bed. He expresses his control over being able to manipulate your body.

Yours: Lips. For someone who dislikes being touched, specially all over, during moments of intimacy and growing horniness, he adores your lips kissing, licking and bitting wherever he commands to.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Unpopular opinion: The idea of having an orgasm is far from being as entretaining as playing around in bed. It's not his main objetive during sex and thinks body fluids are disgusting, but naturally he can't always resist it. He's tolerant, but tries to clean it as soon as he recovers his breath.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You once tried using toys on him, specifically a dildo, and he enjoyed it more than he cared to admit. He will never actually confess this to you, but that time you got him to display his ass for you to play with his anal hole and prostate, oh lawd have mercy. He lied and denied moaning your name once as if his life depended on it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

A virgin before you, honestly. Clumsy and unsure at first, but after you show him the ropes and realize what he likes, he'll catch up and be more confident and demanding. Basically the experience he gained was because of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Cowgirl/Cowboy. He gets to command you as you ride him, doing little to no job, he enjoys the view. But rarely any position disgustes him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Hell naw, Kai is the most serious when it comes to sex. It took you and him a lot of time to get him to be intimate to just be goofing around.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He depilates full body, no doubt, specially his pubic hair. He feels cleaner and purer that way. You can always count Chisaki is always clean and his body hair is always depilated.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He needs a settling of his preference to have sex, it needs to be planned and set on a specific date, he doesn't like surprises. But once there, he's very focused on his goal at the moment and makes sure everything goes as he wants (this seriousness got you turned off sometime) but at the end these ideas of his have the only purpose of enjoying the act with you as much as he can despite disliking certain things, exposing that Kai cares for the moment and wants it to be as fullfilling as he can make it (for both of you) though he is not expressive about it, this is a secret he keeps locked in the depths of his heart.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Unexpected erections have bothered him. He does not masturbate regulary because of his thoughts on body fluids. But when he really needs an release, he prefers taking his time in his bedroom. He also does it taking a bath, he feels relaxed and unbothered knowing he'll be clean after that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

BDSM (dom. role)

BDSM (sub. role but won't admit it)

Humilliation (giving)

Humilliation (receiving but also won't admit it. he enjoys struggling to have someone not taking him seriously nor respecting him, he gets desperate and he loves it)

Begging (receiving)

Not a kink, but loves staring, he makes you do interesting positions to see you and your gorgeous figure from many angles as existing.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

No other place than his bedroom, it's the only place he'll find the eventual peace and privacy he needs to focus. Nevertheless, the bathroom at the bath can be an option too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Erotic dreams

Unexpected flashbacks of you during sexy time

Using his alias "Overhaul" during sex. Gets him in a power position he enjoys very much.

Power dynamics ↑

Rubbing genitals

Grinding against him

Cute sets of lingerie/revealing clothes, dark colours only (like black or dark purple)

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing outside the bedroom, public sex is a 100% no-no. Also getting out of his comfort zone too quickly is something he does not enjoy very much, he rathers taking his time for certain practices.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Not really a giver, but man, get on your knees to suck him dry and he'll be thinking about it for weeks. It drives him crazy when you swallow his seed and leave him all clean, it's like a dream to him <3

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends! Kai's most common pace (during penetration) is slow and deep. He enjoys hearing you say how he fills you up and your needy pleas everytime you ask him to please increase his speed, which he happily complies, switching from slow to intense.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It is not his preference, Kai prefers taking his time to do the thing, he would not do a quickie no matter how desperate he feels, the much he'll do is to tease you so you tease him back, feeding his imagination for when he has time to have sex with you properly.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

I said public sex it's not his thing, but making you scream of pleasure so everyone knows he's the one you're crying and begging for? Absolutely. Kai is not worried of someone interrumpting (because no one would interrumpt him during intimacy, like, have you lost your mind) so he takes the chance and he strives to let everyone know he is -also- brilliant in this.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Kai has the stamina for as many rounds as you can imagine, but he cuts it off after the first round, maybe he'll go for two rounds maximum if he's really horny.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

If he can make you moan his name without touching you, he will use any toy of your preference. He bought a set of toys to try them out on you. But you had the chance to see his cheeks turn red when you proposed using the toys on him. "Nonsense" once said he after a dildo proposal, but the "D" in "Dirty secret" has its origins here, where after many attempts, he let you play with his ass (best feeling ever but his fragile masculinity will keep this secret hidden for a long long time).

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Flirting/getting in the mood: He teases subtly, if he is the one to take iniciative, he'll be whispering lewd things into your ear as he grinds against you. Not much temptations here, it's just to settle the mood.

Foreplay: He teases more during this part. He subtly caresses your body in order to make you needy, touching very lightly your skin and rubbing your needy and wet pussy with the tip of his gloved fingers or the tip of his cock. Kai is cruel, if you want something you will have to beg for it.

Main act: You wish he stops his teasing here, but you'll have to keep begging for him to do the things you want him to. It'll take you from two to three pleas (they don't have to be coherent tho) to get what you want, after that, have fun!

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sighs, groans and low moans. Kai holds a heavy fragile masculinity close to his chest, I can swear that, but he can't always stop himself from releasing lewd noises, specially when he's receiving a lot of pleasure, he would need to be totally aroused and overstimulated to whimper outloud, which is weird to happen (but when it does, he lets out desperate moans, his voice manages to make them sound dirty and needy as he reaches the climax.)

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Undress torso and kiss his pelvis. He can go wild for how soft and sensitive that part of his body is, every kiss against that zone can send jolts of electricity through his abdomen, making Kai release sighs and low moans of relaxation. A pleasant and satisfying feeling, it sends him to a more comfortable state of mind that makes him enjoy sex a lot more, easing his worries on being in constant touch with another person.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I'm tempted to show that screencap from the anime where we got to see Overhaul's back, because wow. A toned back and strong chest and arms, his body is like an inverse triangle so his legs seem thiner compared to his torso. But what we care about in this alphabet is about his ✨ size ✨. Average, clean and depilated pubic hair, it's a little curved but not too much. It gets a little longer when it gets hard.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Low. It's normally on you to get him in the mood, but sometimes Chisaki takes iniciative mostly after thinking about sex for a few days (or even after an erotic dream.)

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It takes him a while, specially at nightime. Kai rathers to take a shower and pee first, maybe do a little of aftercare to you. He also changes the sheets, sweat makes him uncomfortable. Theeen after that he gets comfortable and cozzy on his clean and fresh bed with you by his side and falls asleep.

masterlist | rules

[allthingsfangirl101]

Her Voice–Steve Harrington

Steve woke up to someone reciting different mathematical formulas. He looked around, completely and utterly confused. He continued to listen to the voice as they memorized those formulas that seemed a little familiar to Steve.

He got ready for the day, the voice not stopping. Whoever it was whose voice he was hearing, was clearly nervous about a calculus test she had today. Steve wished he could say something to help calm her down. As he drove to school, he listened to her go through her study guide.

It was clear to Steve that she was going to pass the test. He couldn't help but smile as he listened to her continue to mumble her formulas. Once he got to school, he ignored his friends and focused on listening to her voice.

"Hey."

Steve jumped when the locker next to his was kicked. He looked over to see Carol and Tommy smirking at him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Us?" Carol giggled. "What about you?"

"You were just having an intense staring contest with your locker," Tommy scoffed.

"I was just. . ." Steve said, clearing his throat. "I started. . ."

"Let me guess," Carol said in a sing-songy voice, "you started hearing Her Voice."

"Ohhhhhhhh," Tommy laughed. "Can she hear your voice yet?"

"I don't know," Steve shrugged as he shoved things into his locker. He lowered his voice as he added, "I haven't tried yet."

Tommy just scoffed as he hit Steve's shoulder and walked away. Carol was about to follow him but stopped.

"Hey," she said, the tone of her voice changing. "I know this is all scary and overwhelming, but it's not meant to be bad. Once you start hearing their voice, it's up to you if you want to reach out. And once you do, you won't regret it."

"You sound like you come from experience."

He meant it as a joke but he stopped laughing when he saw the look on her face. "You've reached out to yours?" Steve asked. He glanced over at Tommy before looking back at Carol. "And it isn't Tommy?"

"Before you give me the protective-best-friend act," she sighed, "relax. It's not like I've done anything or cheated on Tommy."

"I believe you," Steve shrugged. To be honest, he didn't really care about Carol's and Tommy's relationship. It's always been more. . . sexual than anything else.

"Besides, sometimes it's nice having someone to talk to about real things," Carol added before finally leaving to go catch up with Tommy. Steve thought about what she said as he slowly closed his locker. He leaned against it and debated. He took a shaky breath as he decided to just go for it.

Good luck on your test, he thought.

He was walking to class, his heart practically in his throat. It officially made the jump when he heard a small chuckle.

Thanks, her voice came through softly.

                                * * * * *

Steve froze when he heard his soulmate's voice again. This time, it sounded different. It sounded nearby. He looked around, searching for the source of the voice in his head. He stopped, his heart jumping into his throat when his eyes finally landed on her.

He recognized her as Y/N. She and Steve have grown up together. Not as friends. Not even really as acquaintances. They've been in several classes together every year growing up. He knew of her, but he didn't really know her.

Could she be the one? Is nerdy Y/N really his soulmate?

Right as she looked up, he quickly tucked into the nearest hallway. He held his breath, not sure where to go or what to do.

There was no way she was going to accept him. Y/N has never gotten a B on anything. Steve is barely passing his classes.

Why would Hawkins High's smartest student want anything to do with the basketball jockey known for his three-throws and hair?

And what was he supposed to do? Walk over to her, interrupt her studying for one of her AP classes, and ask if she wanted to go out with a C-average student?

He ran his fingers through his hair as he rounded the corner. His stomach bungee jumped into his stomach when he ran into someone. The chord broke when Steve looked up and saw Y/N staring at him.

"Hi," he stuttered.

"Sorry," she stuttered, looking down at the textbooks in her arms. Steve felt weird when he saw how tightly she was holding her books. "I wasn't looking where I was going. I'm sorry, Steve."

"It wasn't your fault," he said quickly. "I was the moron who bolted around the corner. I know we don't really know each other, but are you alright?"

Y/N looked up at Steve "the Hair" Harrington, unable to hide her surprise.

"I'm fine," she said slowly. She tightened her hold on her books, unable to maintain eye contact with Steve. He wasn't offended by it. He thought it was adorable.

He opened his mouth to say something, but Y/N spoke up first. "I should probably. . . The bell is going to ring."

Steve stuttered as she walked past him. He needed to get her to stay. She was his soulmate.

"I heard you," Steve blurted. He held his breath as Y/N slowly turned around.

"What?"

"I heard you studying this morning," he said, the little bit of confidence he had now up in flames.

"This morning?" She stuttered. "Steve, what are you talking about?"

"I can hear your voice in my head, Y/N."

"No," she said under her breath. "Really? Because that means. . ."

"This morning you were reciting formulas," he explained. "You spent the entire way to school studying your notes and spouting off the formulas you clearly already had memorized."

"If you can hear me in your head. . . That means. . ."

Steve stepped a little closer to her, not wanting to throw himself at her. He slowly reached down and grabbed one of her hands. He gave her every chance to pull away. His chest tightened when she didn't move away from him.

"We're soulmates?" She asked, her voice under her breath as she looked up at him.

"It would seem so," Steve chuckled.

The two stared at each other, neither one of them really sure what to say. Y/N looked down and studied their intertwined hands. Her face burned, unable to stop herself from noticing how well their hands fit together.

"Now what?" She asked under her breath. "I know as soulmates we need to start thinking about what's next for us, but it seems kinda. . . Too soon."

"Then how about a date?"

Y/N looked up at Steve, completely shocked to see him smiling at her.

"Are you sure?" She stuttered.

"Of course," he shrugged, pulling her closer. "Instead of thinking about what's next and our future, let's focus on tonight. Dinner, just you and me so we can get to know each other better."

His stomach lurched when he saw the look on her face. "Is something wrong?" He asked.

"It's just. . ." She looked down at their hands, suddenly embarrassed. Steve reached over and used his other hand to lift her chin.

"Talk to me," he whispered. "Please, soulmate?"

Y/N blushed at the nickname. She took a shaky breath as she slowly gathered her courage. She didn't want to embarrass herself in front of her soulmate.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Of course not," Steve said quickly as he let go of her chin. "You can tell me anything. Do you not want to go out with me? Is it something Tommy said? Or Carol? Did Carol say something to you, Y/N?"

"No," she stuttered, surprised by his sudden anger toward his friends. "It's just. . . It's a school night. I don't want to be out late."

Y/N held her breath as she waited for Steve to laugh in her face. Instead, he smiled as he pulled her closer. He wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist and smirked when he felt her book pressed between them.

"Good point," he said without an ounce of judgment. "How about Friday night?"

"I could do Friday night," Y/N shrugged. She bit her bottom lip, hesitating. When she found the courage she added, "We don't have to wait until then."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Lunch tomorrow?" She offered.

"I'll meet you out here."

Y/N's stomach dropped. She was about to pull away but couldn't move. "Because you don't want to be seen with me," she mumbled, studying her shoes.

"No!" Steve said quickly. He grabbed her chin again, making her look up at him. "Y/N, I'm not embarrassed to be seen with you."

"Then why do you want to have lunch in the quad and not inside with everyone else?"

"Because I wanted to be able to focus on learning everything about you without being interrupted by stupid people," Steve said, dropping his voice and slowly letting go of her face. "Let me make something perfectly clear to you. I'm not embarrassed that you're my soulmate, Y/N. I'm embarrassed that I'm your soulmate."

"Wait, what? You're embarrassed for me?" Y/N asked under her breath.

"Because you're the smartest girl in school," Steve chuckled, "and your soulmate is a basketball star that is barely passing his classes."

"I could help you study," she shrugged. Steve pulled her in closer, tightening his arms around her waist. He smiled as she slowly snaked her arm that wasn't holding her book around his neck.

"You'd really be willing to do that?"

"Of course," she smiled. "Sometimes it's easier to. . ."

Steve cut her off by gently kissing her. She sucked in a breath, surprised by his sudden burst of confidence. It took her a second but she eventually started kissing him back.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, breaking the kiss. "I told myself we would take this slow. Whatever lace you want. The last thing I want to do is push you or force you. . ."

It was Y/N's turn to cut him off. She stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. Steve instantly kissed her back, tightening his arms around her as their lips moved in sync. They broke apart, both of them out of breath.

"So lunch tomorrow?" Y/N asked, her voice soft. Steve smiled as he reached up and tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"I promise," he said sweetly, "I won't be late."