#''from time to time i pinch myself / because i think my girl mistakes me for someone else''

[hey-hey-j]

You were out of my league / got my heartbeat racing

If I die, don't wake me / 'cause you are more than just a dream

xxx

(I continue to be the only JohnViva champion on the internet)

[wizzdot]

The Patron Saint of One Way Trips

Ch25

Description: Fluff Fluff Fluff

*Laika's POV*

Johnny announces that he has ordered a takeaway. He and Kyle leave the kitchen shouting something to John about car keys and collecting it - they said they'd be twenty or so minutes. I settle onto the sofa, trying to relax myself from today's events. I close my eyes and take some deep breaths.

My phone, long forgotten in my pocket, dings. It's a message from an unknown number.

Hello Amorcito,

Alejo and I shipped your things a couple of days ago. They should arrive tomorrow.

Please, if you ever need somewhere, know that you are always welcome in Las Almas.

I hope your Alphas come to their senses soon. You belong with them even if you do not see it yet.

-Rudy x

I read the message, smiling with teary eyes. I'd never felt so.. cared for.

"What're you crying about?" Simon asks in that gruff voice of his.

"Oh" I sniff "it's nothing.. just a text from Rodolfo.. they shipped our stuff. He says it'll be here tomorrow.."

He nods with narrowed eyes "and that made you cry because..." he tilts his head, confused.

I can't help but giggle at his lack of social skills.. I just turn my phone around to him so he can read the text himself.

"You're not fuckin' going back to Las Almas, love.." he grumbles.

"No, I - I" I gulp, nervous about what I'm about to say "I think I want to stay here.. until you guys get sick of me, that is.. I know I'm a lot to deal with"

He rolls his eyes, throwing himself heavily on the sofa beside me. He grabs me around the waist, easily dragging me over his lap, so that I'm sat sideways over his huge thighs.

I squeal at the sudden shift and the blast of Alpha scent I get due to being so close to him.

"Stop doubting yourself so much. I did the same when I first joined. Wasted months pushing them away, love.. don't make the same mistake.."

"But it's hard.. I don't mean it.." - "I know you don't, just let us prove to you that we want you here, yeah?"

I gulp again and nod, sending a soft smile his way.

"Uhm.. Simon..?" I ask, thinking that now is as good a time as any to ask the question that had been burning in the back of my mind all day.

"What is it, little bird..?" - "How.. How much do you know about Omegas.. and heats..?" - "Enough.. why, what's botherin' you?"

"I - I thought my heat would last longer.. what if I'm damaged..?"

"Wish ya' wouldn't think like that.. Your heat technically started when you went feral because of that fuckin' Graves wanker.. musta' lasted a coupla' days, at least.."

"But.. why could you smell me, when the others couldn't.. and do I still smell..?"

"You still smell, don't have to worry about that, sweet girl" he purrs, making a point to sniff into my neck, making me giggle and push against him.

"And.. the others could still smell you, love.. but it wasn't as strong. I must have some resistance to the blockers or whatever fuckin' drugs the Russians put you on. Could always smell you just fine. It was bitter to begin with, because you were so stressed and scared.. but it's changed... I can tell it's leavin' your system.. not long now and you'll be clean as a whistle.." he jokes, nudging me gently.

"Do- do I smell nice..?" I ask, self consciously ..

He looks at me as if I'd grown two heads. "Are you havin' a fuckin' laugh? Can't you see how we all react to you? And that's us holdin' back.. Johnny was droolin' and humpin' you for fuck sake, love"

I hide in his neck, giggling. "You're not as scary as you try to pretend to be, Lieutenant.." I whisper into his ear.

He growls softly and pinches me in my waist softly, causing me to jolt and yelp in surprise, giggling against him louder now.

"Behave, girl.." he grumbles at me. I relax against him and wait for the food to arrive. I must doze off momentarily, because when I wake to the sound of Johnny and Kyle arriving back, I can feel Simon tracing shapes on my back, softly while scratching my scalp. He had taken his gloves off. I relax into him, so that he doesn't know that I'm awake. I feel him move slightly and whisper shout to Johnny and Kyle to shut the fuck up. I can't help the little giggle that I let out.

"Awkt, the little lass was havin' you on, Si.. she wisnae even sleepin'! Just wanted you to keep scratchin' her.. You like bein' petted like a little kitten then, do ya lass?"

I blush and hide from them, whining into Simon's neck tiredly.

"Johnny, piss off and go find Cap.. he'll be in his office. Kyle, get the food ready would ya?"

"On it, LT" Kyle replies, quickly leaning over the arm of the sofa to place a kiss on my forehead then looking to Simon, holding me so softly, before giving him a quick kiss on the top of his masked head as well.

A couple of minutes later, Johnny and John return.

I shuffle off of Simon's lap, much to his disapproval. I settle in between his and John's thick thighs.

"You okay, gorgeous..?" John asks me. I blush and nod. He curls a large arm around my shoulder and pulls me closer.

"Was on the phone to Alejandro.. he says your stuff should be arriving tomorrow" - "I know.. Rudy told me.." I giggle.

He furrows his brow. "How did Rudy tell you, Love.. I've just found out myself..?" - "He text me" I hold up my phone and show him the message.

He takes the phone and reads the message grumbling the words aloud as he reads.

"Nice that he messaged you and all, Love. But you ain't going back to Las Almas.." he says lowly.

"Already told her that, Cap" Ghost huffs from my other side.

"Good thing we came to our senses then, eh, Simon?"

"What does the text say? I'm confused.." Kyle shouts over from the other side of the kitchen.

"Aye, let's see it Lass.."

I stand up and walk towards the two sergeants, holding my phone out for them to read.

Johnny reads the message quickly, plucking the phone from my hands and placing it on the counter, before grabbing me and lifting me into his arms.

"No fuckin' way.. staying with us now, Lass.. Cap, you need to get a move on and bite a claim into her pretty wee neck.. don't want her wanderin' off to a new pack.." he jokes, licking and nipping at my scent glands, cheekily.

"Johnny!" I whine, giggling. "What, Lass? We'll mark you up real good. All four of us.. I think I'll put my mark rigghhtttt..." - he nips dangerously hard into the valley between my collarbone and shoulder - "HERE!"

I yelp and moan in pleasure. He just laughs at my reaction, smug in the knowledge that he was turning me on.

"Johnny, stop teasing the poor girl" John warns him, standing from the sofa and making his way over towards us.

Johnny slowly lowers me back to the ground, planting another quick kiss to my cheek.

I feel John's big, burly arms wrap around me from behind.

"Seems like I'm the last one to get my hands on you, Love.." he growls into my ear - "Y-you've been busy.." I whisper, overwhelmed by all of the attention.

"Aye, been busy but I've managed to get us a few days off.. we're shippin' out again next week, but until then, we're on leave" he grumbles to the other Alphas who all sound pleased.

He massages my shoulders, still pressed up against my back. I lean into him, loving how warm and safe he felt.

"I thought we could take our girl out, tomorrow. Shopping and a meal.. what do we think?" he asks.

The others all agree, I turn in his arms and whisper "I'd like that, Alpha.."

"Means I'll finally get to spend some time with you. Been jealous watchin' these prats get to play with you while I've been working. Drives me fucking mad"

I lean into him, standing as tall as I can, and press a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth. He purrs, before suddenly showing his Alpha side.

"And as for marking you up, Love.." he pulls my hair away from my neck, and studies where Johnny had left small marks, and the slightly darker one where he had bitten, not enough to break skin..

"I reckon mine will sit right here.." he circles the spot on my neck, where he has chosen to mark me, with the soft pads of his thumb, leaning down to kiss softly on it.

"But needs to be done properly.. not just gonna bite into you like a mutt.." he grumbles.

"Alpha.." I whine.

"Shh, all in good time, sweet heart.. all in good time"

"C'mon now, time to eat".

He steps away from me and I glance at the others in the room.

They were all staring at the scene before them, at how their pack Alpha had teased me.

I stumble back to the sofa and curl up to Simon, whining and whimpering. Simon whispers to me "Won't be long, love. Don't worry".

[starlightsuffered]

Position

Info - hard Dom Timmy, overstimulation, fingering, begging, crying during sex, hook up, teasing, degrading language

"Please," | gasped.

"What do you want?" Timothée cooed in my ear.

"C-cock," | moaned. I was twitching. I knew better than to pull away completely, but I was so desperately overstimulated.

"Even still? You still want my cock after how many times you've come?" He asked tauntingly. He pinched my clit between two agile fingers.

"Timothée," | squealed. Sweat dripped down my temples. My hips jerked forward. My legs were jelly and pussy was sopping.

I'd come to him, saying that l'd made a mistake when l'd broken things off with him. He had smirked. He kissed me and teased until I was a puddle of need.

He'd made me beg for his cock. My knees were bruised from crawling around. I'd pawed at his crotch where his pants were tented. He laughed at my desperation.

He'd given me some pleasure eventually. He'd made me strip down naked and take his long fingers doing wonderfully dirty things to me. I was on orgasm four and I could barely form coherent thoughts.

"Mmmm," he groaned as he kissed down my neck. His rock hard dick was rubbing against my ass.

"You're just such a cock slut you still want to be stuffed full. You still want me to use you even though you're a squirming mess. I think you could barely take my dick right now without crying from overstimulation, and yet you still request it."

"You were never this mean," I gasped out. I couldn't control my breathing as I heard his zipper. My lust was slick and running down my thighs. I couldn't stay still as my legs shook. Even a slight movement of the air drove me insane. I was so insanely sensitive.

"You're different," I whined as his head traced my entrance. I grabbed onto the wall to stable myself.

"And you'll take it," he chuckled darkly. "You're addicted because of what my dick did. Admit it, that's what you really missed."

"Oh, fuck! Oh!" I whimpered as he grabbed one of my legs and lifted it. He grunted in pleasure as he smugly filled me with his cock. He was a snug fit even with how wet I was.

I let out a keen that was high pitched and submissive. I was heaving as I pressed my forehead against the wall and adjusted to him again.

"F-fuck."

"Do you like this position sweet heart?" He whispered in my ear. He began to thrust and all thoughts and ability to answer left me.

I was filled over and over again. His length hit my g spot at a steady rhythm. He was right, tears spilled from my eyes as my body convulsed. I was completely overwhelmed.

"Good girl," he purred as he tightened his grip on my body so I couldn't get away.

[revenant-coining]

Timewonderlyricen

(pt: Timewonderlyricen /end pt)

Timewonderlyricen; a type of tertiary attraction (lyricen attraction (link)) best described as the lyrics: “From time to time I pinch myself/Because I think my girl mistakes me for somebody else/And every time she takes my hand/All the wonders that remain become a simple fact” from the song “Out of My League” by Fitz and The Tantrums!

etymology; time, wonder, lyricen

for cam!

tagging; @radiomogai, @tertiary-attraction-archive

[astyrial]

out of my league atsumu miya x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: car ride jams word count: 633 warnings: none masterlist | requests are open

    you look along the mountain side, pine trees for as far as you could see. with your window down you rest your elbow on the car door. wind runs along your hand as it reaches out towards the sky. just above the rustling of the car driving against the wind is a familiar song playing on the radio. 

  your eyes peer over at atsumu who is looking back at you. more than just a dream. the two of you had never been an 'our song' kind of couple, however, this one particular song can't seem to leave the two of you alone. more than just a dream. it oddly plays every time you’re in the car (most importantly when atsumu has the aux).

  he raises his eyebrows, a smile forming on his lips. you roll your eyes, trying to ignore his hand as it turns up the music some more, "forty days and forty nights! i waited for a girl like you to come and save my life! all the days i waited for you, you know the ones who said i'd never find someone like you!"

  atsumu's voice is off key and spotty, but a smile instantly raises on your face. you bite your lip, letting the music play for a second, wanting to join and also not wanting to embarrass yourself. his hands wrap around the steering wheel and his shoulders shake a little. 

  "got my heartbeat racing! if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream!" atsumu practically screams the lyrics, his eyes peeking over at you occasionally as he shimmies his shoulders. 

  you roll your eyes, your voice quieter than expected, "from time to time i pinch myself, because i think my boy mistakes me for somebody else."

  atsumu frowns, looking over at you. he reaches one hand over and rests his on yours. the sky is a beautiful orange and watching him looking over at you with such hope in his eyes completely makes you fold. with the clouds matching his eye color it was like they were pushing you at the same time. 

  "that you were out of my league... all the things i believed! you were just the right kind!" a slight confidence comes over you as you move your hand through the swift winds. 

  atsumu nods, screaming a quick 'hell yeah'! and despite his absolute mockery of the song, he truly agrees with it. with the idea that you're utterly and totally out of his league. the way you sit in the passenger seat, your hand out the window. your other hand intertwined with his.

  he can sing and play all he like, he can't deny, though, that he's enamored by you. "got my heartbeat racing! if i die don't wake me cause you were more than just a dream!" atsumu shouts out, his fingers tightening against yours, the car moving quickly through the forest. 

  "you were out of my league! all the things i believed, you were just the right kind. yeah, you were more than just a dream!" you followed up, looking over at atsumu more than you would admit you do. 

  maybe you're just too worried that he doesn't feel as deeply, but you can't help but fall in love with the man beside you. his playfulness, the way he can convince you to sing at full volume with just his eyes. atsumu's the full package to you and you can't help but feel as though he's absolutely out of your league. 

  the song quiets down as the remaining line repeats, more than a dream. you catch atsumu's eyes looking over at you as the last line plays. it doesn't feel like it for either of you, but it's clear that it's much more than a dream.

[burninlovebutler]

29 - Be My Mistake* // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc | word count: 5.9k-ish

summary: austin finds himself caught up in a whirlwind love affair with his chosen distraction. as his addiction worsens, the rose colored glasses begin to fog & his grip on control begins to wane.

warnings/notes: aspen lol, agitated!austin, smut, p n v (unprotected), pulling out ~toaster strudel vibes~, fluffy?, exchange of fun words, hints at SA (past, vague), substance use (weed, pills), addiction, short time skips, inherently saaaad u know the drill, plsss don’t be mad at me🫣, 18+ ONLY MDNI

previous chapter -> 28 - Temporary Fix*

see masterlist for chapter log + all other fics

vibes -> fw playlist❄️

And be my mistake, then turn out the light She bought me those jeans, the ones you like

I don't want to hug, I just want to sleep The smell of your hair, reminds me of her feet

You do make me hard, but she makes me weak

-AUSTIN-

I pressed my back against my front door to click it closed and let out a heavy sigh. My middle finger and thumb pinched the bridge of my nose trying to alleviate the tension headache building behind my skull.

What the fuck had I just done?

I did what I set out to do. What I agreed to do.

If I wanted to keep my dirty little secret from her, I needed to follow through. I just didn’t think it would hurt this much – I didn’t think I’d hurt her that much. But the band aid was ripped off and I didn’t want to think of what would come next. The mere idea of losing her - my best friend – it was too much. I needed to numb it out.

Using my right foot, I kicked myself off the door and mentally prepared myself for what I was about to walk into.

“What the fuck was that about?” Spreading my arms out in exasperation when I walked back to Aspen in my bedroom. “I thought we were on the same page.”

“We are.” She confirmed, dropping her arms to her sides. “I don’t care who you fuck, but it just pissed me off how hypocritical she was being. It’s fucked up of her to show up here jealous over you, when she’s the one with a boyfriend.”

“Did what she say upset you?” I asked, ignoring her accusation of Elsie being jealous.

“The fact that you ditched me at the party to hook up with your best friend then called me afterwards?” Her voice not nearly as pissed as you’d think. “Yeah, that’s pretty fucking shitty Austin. But just as basic decency – not because I'm in love with you.”

“Look – you’re right. I’m sorry. It was a shitty thing to do.” I stepped towards her and took her hands into my own. “Okay? I’m sorry. Can we just forget this happened?”

Chocolate brown eyes glanced up at me, anger flowed into playfulness, “Sure Aus.” She cooed with a wide smile.

The nickname sprung another tinge of pain in my stomach, nicknames were something only Elsie was ever allowed to use. Hearing another girl say them felt forbidden, as if it was some vile curse word you would only hear in snuff films.

“You’re not gonna chase after her?” She questioned, unfazed, crossing the floor to pluck an orange pill bottle from my nightstand.

“What?” I replied, surprised that she’d ask such a thing. I’d never met a girl like her, nothing seemed to really bother her. She must’ve been just as fucked up as me.

“Elsie? The girl that just ran out of your apartment?” She stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She scanned the pill bottle she picked up, then set it down for another one.

I wanted to run after her, I really fucking did. My insides felt like they were being ripped to pieces, like I ran my intestines through a paper shredder. But I accomplished exactly what I set out to do – push her away.  “No, why would I do that?” I made my way over to her, curious as to what she was analyzing.

“Because you’re in love with her.” The words left her mouth effortlessly, not a hesitation, stutter, or hiccup. She twisted the white cap off the prescription bottle with a crack and poured two white bar-shaped pills from the container. She lifted her hand with an offer, “Want one?”

It took a moment to wrap my head around what she just said. She spoke it with such conviction, like it was a well-known fact. Like it was as obvious as the sky being blue or grass being green. A terrifying thumping pit fell into my chest, similar to one you’d get as a kid when you were on the verge of getting caught misbehaving. I shook my head with a small laugh, waving away the mere suggestion, “I’m not in love with her.”

“Whatever you say buddy.” She shrugged, taking a bar and snapping it in half with her front teeth, swallowing it dry, offering me the other half again. “If you’re not in love with her, then she’s definitely in love with you.”

I rolled my eyes at her and stole the half pill, using an overnight glass of water to swig it down. “She’s not in love with me, you must still be high.”

She let out a chuckle at my words, “See? You can’t even say her name.”

“I’m not-” I mentally winced at the involuntary stutter and let out an exhausted sigh. “I’m not in love with Elsie”

She gave me a skeptical ‘sure’ look with raised brows, “Mhm, whatever ya say babe.” Plopping on the bed, dangling her feet off the edge. “Just means I get ya for a bit longer.” Her full lips curled into a content grin.

My first instinct was to ask what exactly that meant, but I didn’t want to prolong the unnecessary conversation.

“Wait a minute,” Her brows furrowed, some realization clicking in her head and picked up another pill bottle, reading it once more. A booming laugh erupted from her, “Your last name is Butler?”

My eyes rolled again already knowing what was coming, “C’mon get it out of your system.”

She kicked her legs and fell back onto the bed, “You gonna fetch me dinner Butler?”

“Yep.” I nodded and sucked my teeth, hearing the same thing I’ve heard my whole life. “Mhm, let it out.”

“What about my laundry? You better separate my lights from darks.” She giggled, deep dimples denting her cheeks.

“Alright alright,” I readjusted on the bed, flipping to be on top of her, “That’s quite enough don’t ya think?” Pinning her arms at each side of her head, she reflexively tugged her head to the side to yank the blonde strands I had landed on.

She continued to laugh, “Ya know, an act like this might get ya fired.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Her laughter was contagious, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile.

She stilled beneath me, her giggles fading, and hazelnut eyes lined with long lashes blinked up at me softly, “Make me.”

My gaze lingered on her. She was so beautiful when she was completely stripped down like she was then. Her features were so soft and feminine, gentle slopes for cheekbones adorned with deep valley dimples and a button nose. If she wore less glittery makeup and didn’t want to dye her hair pink, she could easily be a Victoria’s Secret model.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” I voiced my thoughts.

She blushed and waved me away, “Oh shut up.” She giggled.

“Make me.” I turned the command back on her like some sort of power game.

She took the bait, taking my face in her delicate hands, seemingly analyzing my face the way I did hers. She drew her thumb across my cheekbone before pulling me down into a kiss. The more I kissed her, the less guilty I felt. Though, I wasn’t sure I’d ever not have some inexplicable guilt looming in the background.

Her fingers tangled into my wavy locks that were in desperate need of a trim and took the initiative of swiping her tongue across my bottom lip for entrance. My fingertips grazed under her thighs bringing them around my hips as our tongues danced together. She locked her legs around me pulling me against her core which I forgot was still only covered with lacy panties. I pulled from her lips and dropped my head into the curve of her neck to let out a low groan from the friction against my hardening cock. My hands trailed up under the borrowed shirt along her sides and he whined softly, “Aus.”

I drew away to look at her when she covered her face with her arm shyly, a stark contrast to her usually confident sex appeal. “Hey,” I said softly, trailing my fingers up her sides, “What’s wrong? You okay?”

She moved her wrist to cover her forehead, blush feathered across her cheeks. “Yeah… I don’t know, I don’t think I’m high yet.”

“Oh, um,” I pulled my lip between my teeth, “Well we can stop if you want or I don’t really…”

“No no, it’s okay.” Her smile pulled a little too tight, “It’s okay, we can keep going.”

Something about this scene gave a sort of, déjà vu moment. It reminded me of that New Year’s Eve night with Elsie, where she didn’t want me to take off her dress but told me to anyway, if that’s what I wanted. But this was a side of Aspen I’d never seen, she was never shy with sex or with her body for that matter. “Did I do something wrong? I really didn’t mean to upset you.” My hand found her thigh and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“No, no you didn’t. I just – I don’t know, it’s hard for me to um,” She cleared her throat, “Sex is hard for me when I’m sober. I just,” She pressed her lips together and diverted her eyes, “It’s- actually, don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal.” Waving away the topic, her grin wide but her eyes dim.

“No, no because it’s obviously a big deal ‘Pen, what’s wrong?”

She propped herself up on her elbows, blonde strands cascading down her shoulder, “It’s really not a big deal we can just continue, it’s fine.” Her tone light and rather dismissive.

“’Pen there’s obviously something wrong I’m not just gonna keep going if you’re uncomfortable. You can tell me, okay?” I brought my hand to her face and gently placing a knuckle beneath her chin. “I wanna know so I can be more careful.”

Aspen exhaled deeply, “The guys at work can sometimes be… forceful.” Her eyes trailed off, focusing on the wall behind me. “And some of them don’t like the word no.” She stated quietly before reaching my eyes again, “It can be kind of triggering? I guess? To do stuff when I’m sober. Being high really helps with that.”

It took me longer than it should’ve for me to really understand what she was saying. It made me so sad for her. Since I was always Elsie’s plus-one to parties, clubs or bars, I’d seen my fair share of inappropriate bullshit from random men. They’d cross boundaries with her, even right in front of me, even when most people would just assume that I was her boyfriend. Of course a literal strip club would be worse, I just never thought of it that way. She never complained about work or any of her clients. I felt like an asshole for it not even crossing my mind. “Oh my god Aspen,” I felt myself involuntarily loosen my grip on her thigh, “I’m so sorry, I never meant to make you feel like that I just I didn’t I don’t-”

She giggled, “Sh sh.” Placing a finger on my rambling lips, “It’s not you, you never make me feel like that.” She said quietly, “It’s okay,” Moving her hand from my lips to cup my cheek, “I feel safe with you.” Her eyes soft and genuine. “I will let you know if I’m having a bad time, okay?”

I nodded, suppressing the urge to ask her once again if she was sure, “Okay, sounds good.” I leaned down and pressed my forehead against hers. “I would never do anything like that to you. I promise. Never ever.”

She folded her top lip over her bottom, “I know. I believe you.” Then dragged her thumb over my cheekbone. “You’ve got such a beautiful soul, you know that?” Her voice was so quiet, barely loud enough for me to hear her. “You’re really beautiful on the outside too.”

Her words took me by surprise, it’s not every day that a guy gets a compliment like that. I’d never had anyone tell me they think I’m beautiful, nonetheless my fucking soul? There was a small, unexpected flutter in my stomach. “Well, thank you.” I replied softly, pressing my lips to hers, “You-” I began but she cut me off with a deeper kiss.

I pulled away again to return the compliment, but she promptly placed two fingers against my lips before I could speak, “You don’t need to say anything back.” Her chestnut brown eyes locked with mine and her voice stern beneath a slight tremble. “When I say things to you, it’s because I mean them – not because I hope you’ll say them back.”

Her words loomed a heaviness that my increasing high couldn’t begin to comprehend. As soon as I nodded, she reeled me back into the kiss, deepening it almost immediately. She wrapped her legs around my hips and drew me down against her core. She disconnected from the kiss, “Please fuck me.”

“You’re gonna drive me insane.” I muttered under my breath before dropping my head in her neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind. I tugged her skin into my mouth with a suck as I began rutting my hips against her heat. She let out small moans every time my cock would roll up against her clit. She dug her nails into my back, “Fuck, Austin, I need you to fuck me.” She mewled.

I continued leaving messy kisses on her neck, focusing one on her sweet spot just below her ear, “I want you to beg for it.” I muttered against her neck and dug my nails into her hips.

“Austin please, please.” She whined, “Fuck, I need your cock so fucking bad.”

My cock twitched at her words, it was almost painful how hard I was. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed her. I pulled back from her enough to slip my shorts off, letting my cock spring free. Aspen’s eyes tracked my member as she trailed her hand down and slipped beneath her panties, beginning to rub her clit.

The sight of her was driving me crazy. I precariously pushed her panties to the side and slid my tip up through her deliciously wet folds before gradually dipping into her entrance. The minute she felt me inside her, she let out a loud gasp. I slid into her slowly, inch by inch, just to torture her. I let out a groan once I felt myself reach the deepest part of her, “God, you’re so fucking tight.”

The hand that wasn’t working on her clit pushed open the button down she’d borrowed from me, revealing her lace covered breasts. She began kneading her right tit and playing with her hardened nipple over the sheer noir lace.

Control was slipping through my fingers already and it was reflected in my speed. “Fuck.” I muttered, as I propped up her thighs with my hands, using them as an anchor to keep her in place as I slammed in and out of her. Moans and curses poured from her lips the faster I went and the quicker she worked on her clit. “You feel so fucking good.” I groaned, squeezing her thigh and fucked her faster.

“Yeah?” She chewed on her bottom lip, “I like being a cock slut for you.”

In all the time we’d been well, fucking, we’d used words like that plenty before but in light of the information she’d just given me, it made me feel almost guilty for using them. “You do?” The question came out significantly more transparent than intended.

She brought her free hand to my own that was holding up her leg, “I do.” She replied softly and gave my hand a squeeze. “I like it. You know that.” And gave a small giggle reassuring me that it was the truth.

“In that case,” I bent down to continue my work on her neck, trailing short sucking kisses up to her ear. “You like being my little cock slut huh?” I whispered and smirked when I could audibly hear her enjoy the words.

“Yours?” She squeaked quietly.

Thoughtlessly I replied, “Mine.”    

Her breathing accelerated, “Aus I’m close.” She whined, wrapping her fist in the excess sheets.

Her moans got louder as I continued to ram into her, “C’mon baby, I want you to fucking cum all over my cock.” I hummed against her neck, but I could feel her still teetering on her own ledge. I gripped her legs tight, “Be a good girl and cum for me, will you?”

It didn’t take much after that for her to reach her finish line, her back arching away from the bed sharply, “Fuck! Austin!”

I pulled myself back upright, tightening my grip on her thighs and drilled into her as she was still riding her high. The knot in my stomach was already threatening to unravel but when her walls began to contract around me, I knew I was dangerously close, “Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” It felt like I was dangling from a string that was about to snap, “Fuck, where do you want me to cum?”

“Cum on me,” She answered quickly, brushing her hair off her chest, “Please cum on me?”

“Fuck,” I slammed into her trying to hold out for as long as possible but abruptly pulled out when I felt myself about to cum, “Fuck!” I groaned, pumping my cock until ribbons of cum coated chest and stomach. I rode out my high, leaving her completely covered. “Fuck.” I breathed out, using the back of my clean hand to wipe off sweat from my forehead. “You look so fucking good covered in my cum.”

“Yeah?” She giggled, dragging a finger dangerously close to one of the patches.

“Don’t.” I warned her, with a propped brow.

She slid her finger through the puddle, then plopped it in her mouth. “Mmm.” She teased, “You should fill my mouth instead next time.”

My jaw nearly fell, “Cut that shit out or I’m gonna have to fuck you again.”

She bit down on her thumbnail with a mischievous smile, “Would that be so bad?”

-weeks later-

Aspen and I walked hazily through Manhattan, my arm slung over her shoulders, our steps synced up. It was a rare morning where we weren’t high, just remnants of weed in our system. She had all but moved into my apartment from how often she stayed over. We were on one fuck of a roll. It was so refreshing to be around someone who doesn’t hound you about your choices, someone who made those choices with you.

The blonde leaned into me as she walked, “I’ve been having so much fun with you Aus.”

‘Aus’

No matter how much fun we had, I still hated it coming out her mouth.

“Me too ‘Pen.” My arm curled her closer. “I haven’t had this much fun in a long while.”

It was the truth; I hadn’t felt happy in so long, nonetheless have fun. Probably the last time I let myself have fun was Thanksgiving with Elsie. And even then, it was so tense. But Aspen made it so easy, I didn’t have to hide shit from her or tip toe around anything. It wasn’t complicated or painful, it was just fun.

“Guess we’re just meant for each other then.” She joked, nudging into me. We were on such a high that I didn’t wanna risk having to break her heart. I liked her sure, but I wasn’t in the market for a girlfriend. I wasn’t looking to fall in love, and I liked the casual dynamic we had.

“You haven’t talked about Elsie in a while?” She stated innocently.

I let out a sigh, “Yeah I know – I haven’t spoken to her since…everything.”

She hummed, nodding, “There’s something special about her isn’t there?” Her voice was casual, not happy, sad or jealous.

“Not this again.” I rolled my eyes, “I told you we’re just friends.”

“You don’t gotta put on a show for me Austin, I can see it in your eyes when you look at her.” Not a single trace of anger in her tone. “Hell, I can see it even when I just mention her name.”

I took a moment to gather my answer. I had gone over me and Elsie’s relationship a million times in my head, but each time it was like an ever-growing equation. The more I tried to solve it the less it made sense. “It doesn’t matter,” I stated plainly, keeping my eyes focused on some skyscraper in front of us. “She doesn’t feel that way about me.”

“Sure she does. I can see that too.”

“What are you, some all-seeing oracle?” Shaking my head, “No you just don’t understand, there’s nothin’ there.”

“Austin, if there’s anything I know, it’s girls.” She let out a giggle, “And there’s definitely something there.”

“Whatever, I don’t wanna talk about it anymore. It doesn’t matter, we’re – doing whatever we’re doing.”

“Fucking.” She clarified with a playful grin.

I laughed nudging back into her, “No, I really like my time with you. It’s fun.”

“Yeah,” Her tone dropped slightly, “I’m just a lesson girl.” Her eyes fell down to the pavement.

“Huh?” Looking down at her.

“You know,” She shrugged, wrapping her cardigan tighter around her body. “I’m always that girl. The girl you have fun with but not the girl you settle down with. I’m just a lesson; a bridge to that bring-home-to-mom girl.”

The words took me by surprise, and they made me sad for her.

Maybe I could be that for her. Maybe I wanted to be that? The one that doesn’t use her as a lesson.

Or maybe I just felt guilty, seeing as I too planned on being a temporary fix. This all started as a fucked-up game of blackmail after all.

My hand trailed down her arm and tangled our fingers together. I gave her a nudge, “You’re way more than a lesson ‘Pen.” Her girl-next-door brown eyes flickered up at me, “Not to me you aren’t.” She offered a sweet smile, looking like no one ever really gave her the chance to be more than a fuck buddy.

Once back at my loft it took no time for us to go another round. We flipped over on the couch with her propped up on top of me. She bounced on my cock sending a buzzing flare across my skin.

“Fuck.” I groaned, gripping onto her hips, helping to guide her rolling motions.

Small whimpers escaped her each time the head of my member embedded into the deepest part of her core. Her full tits bounced as she rode me, but I needed more. I wrapped my arms around her midsection to keep her place as I rolled my hips up into her, reaching new depths with the angular position.

“Austin!” She cried out, taking my control and took over the riding, this time even more frantic and messy.

The heightened sensation from the weed and whatever else she gave me earlier kicked in driving me dangerously close. “Fuck - you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t slow down.” I grunted through labored breath.

She nodded and fell onto me, her face and whimpers in my neck. “I want your cum baby, cum inside me please.” She begged, her hand working quickly on her clit chasing her own orgasm. From her rapid breathing it seemed she was close too.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I moaned out, stealing control once more with my arms keeping her in place as I hammered into her in such a heated primal manner, for a brief moment I thought I might split her in two. Her moans and speed on herself matched my own, “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I grunted, my thrusts into her sloppy and desperate.

As I reached my climax it seemed she did too, now taking over and fucking herself on my twitching cock as it spilled seed into her. Somewhere weaved amongst our curses and moans she uttered words I didn’t expect.

“I love you.”

My eyes widened immediately, and I expected her to stop but she kept going, riding out our highs together. She rode me until I had nothing left to give her. Until she finally fell on the couch next me, breathless.

“God that never gets old,” She exhaled then glanced over me with hooded hazel eyes. “Your dick is too good.”  She joked.

I forced a smile in an attempt to act normal, “You ride me too good.” My own chest rising and falling rapidly.

She used the back of her hand to wipe off a layer of sweat from her forehead. “Dickmatized.” She chuckled.

She was pretending nothing happened. Maybe it was just the “dickmatization” – whatever the fuck that means - or the drugs that made her say what she said. Hopefully that was the case.

The words scared the shit out of me.

She stretched over behind us to pluck a half smoked blunt from and ash tray, promptly lighting the end causing a burning crackle. As she put her lips and inhaled it sizzled red at the end. Her back landed next to me again, exhaling a thick puff cloud of smoke above us.

I plucked the brown roll from her fingertips and mimicked her actions. As the puff cloud seeped from my lungs, my eyes followed the swirls of smoke. Aspen’s mention of Elsie from earlier rang like church bells in my head. God, I missed her. I missed her laugh, her smile, our jokes. Even when I was high, I’d want to bring up our inside jokes, jokes that Aspen would never understand. As fucked up as it was, I wish it was Elsie here doing this with me. She stopped smoking with me after my breakdowns and she’d never do the things Aspen and I do. Not that I’d want her to – well, I guess in a selfish way I did. But I’d never let her.

It didn’t matter what I did or didn’t want from Elsie, I ruined everything. She wouldn’t take my calls and I didn’t blame her. Once I get my shit together, I’ll make it up to her. I’ll get sober and I won’t have to hide it from her anymore, I wouldn’t have to stay away anymore. We could go back to normal. I just needed to get this out of my system, like a last hurrah. This would be it. Forever. I’ll get sober and I’ll never touch anything ever again. But right now, I had it under control, and I was just having fun.

“Hey you okay?” The blonde nudged me obviously picking up on my dissociation.

“Yeah, yeah,” I snapped out of it, sitting up a bit. “Just uh- I think I’m coming down, we got anything over there?”

She stretched back over to the side table, holding her tongue between her lips while she focused. I heard a rattle of a bottle and just the noise relieved whatever internal struggle raged inside me. “A client gave me these, but I didn’t like them.” She shrugged, handing me the orange prescription container, “They made me sick, but you might like ‘em.”

I swiped the pad of my thumb across the label, “Thomas George” letting out a chuckle, “What kinda name is Thomas George?” I squinted reading the smaller print to see what exactly she handed me. “Oxycodone.” I read quietly exhaling when I realized what I was holding. “I’ve never tried these.” Looking up at her.

“You don’t have to take it if you don’t want to. I’ve heard that shit’s strong,” She slumped next to me, “But I think we only have coke left.”

That’s the last thing I wanted to hear, so far I liked coke, but I liked pills so much better. “Fuck.” I held the bottle up to my eyeline and shook the pills, the bottle half full.

How different could it be from anything else I’ve taken? It couldn’t be that different, right?

I nodded, “Okay, I’ll be fine right?”

She grinned, tucking a strand of pink behind her ear, “I mean, if it feels good, it can’t be bad right?”

Aspen wasn’t like me – not fully at least. She did drugs for fun, she had an inclination for some and really got stuck on others. But she had some way of not getting fully addicted to anything. I didn’t know how she did it, but it was hard to keep up with her.

But I had kept up so far and I didn’t want her to catch on that I might not have the same talent her. I couldn’t have her be another Elsie, especially after what she just said to me moments ago. I could handle myself, I had it under control, and I didn’t need someone monitoring me. And I didn’t want to end my fun with Aspen prematurely.

“You sure?” I propped a brow up at her.

She shrugged, “It’s up to you babe. I won’t be able to see him for at least a week.”

Just the mention of him, even without his name boiled my blood. I furrowed my brows at her, “Wait why not?”

“O-Oh,” She faltered like I just caught her in some secret, “Um, he’s on a business trip!” Her annunciation peaking up indicating there was something she was hiding.

“I know you’re lying, what is it?”

“I-I well u-um-“ She stuttered.

“Spit it out Aspen!” My voice louder and harsher than I intended, the Xanax comedown was beginning to hit me.

She flinched, “Um, they went on vacation.”

My brows lowered and I felt my pulse rising, “Vacation?”

“Um, yeah it’s uh-“ She looked down playing with her thumbs, “It’s their one year.”

I clenched my jaw, “And where did they go?”

“Uh- I think they went to Cabo?” She winced pulling back from me.

“Cabo!” My voice booming throughout the loft, and I could feel a vein pulse in my forehead.

She shuddered, “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t wanna tell you. I knew it’d upset you.”

Letting out a sigh, I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m sorry ‘Pen.” Softening my tone, “I didn’t mean to yell like that. I’m coming down, okay?”

“It’s okay. I understand, I get like that too.” She kept her eyes down, playing with a stray thread on a pillow.

“Hey,” I picked her chin up to catch her eyes, “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean it. I don’t care about Cabo, I’m just pissed we have to wait for him to get back.” Lying straight through my teeth.

She relaxed her tensed body, “I can try to get something from the girls at work?”

“I’d really appreciate that.” The panic of our low stock and the vision of them on vacation began to overtake my mind. I needed to get it the fuck out. “You got water over there?” I winced at the thumping sound of my new upstairs neighbors, only worsening the pounding in my head.

She nodded and reached over, holding a cold glass of water for me. “Thanks.” Cranking the cap off the bottle with one hand and dropping a white pill in the palm of my hand. I tossed the pill back, taking the cup and swallowing it down with water.

“Now, how can I make it up to you?” I stretched behind us to place the glass down on the wooden side table.

The edges of her mouth curled into a soft smile, “Well we could-”

“Oh my god! What do they have a fucking elephant up there?” Pressing fingers into my pounding temple.

Aspen’s brows furrowed, “What?”

“The neighbors upstairs, it sounds like they’re playing Just Dance with cinderblocks for shoes.” I groaned spreading my digits across my eyebrows trying to ease the ache behind them.

She let out a small chuckle, “Babe I don’t think they’re even home.”

I rolled my eyes, “Are you serious? You haven’t heard them banging around and yelling for the past week?”

“No?” She laughed and nudged me, “I think you’re hearing things silly – or maybe you got...” She wiggled her fingers ominously, “ghosts ooooh.”

I curled my eyebrows together at her words thinking over the past week. “Yeah… maybe. I think I just have a bad migraine right now.” Shaking my head, thinking how the fuck she couldn’t hear the loud bustle from above. “How about we play some music?”

Aspen pulled herself up, “You have a migraine but you wanna play music?” She giggled, “You’re being so weird today.”

I stifled the kneejerk reaction to glare at her but just reached between us digging out my phone from the couch cushions. As soon as she saw me open Spotify and connect to my Alexa, she leaped over me. “Play something fun!” Tugging at my arm like a toddler, “We can dance!”

I knew if I didn’t give in to her, she wouldn’t drop it. I groaned like an annoyed boyfriend being dragged onto a dancefloor – which I guess, that’s exactly what it was. I begrudgingly peeled myself from the couch, mindlessly hit shuffle and dropped my phone on the couch cushion. The music lagged a bit before I finally met Aspen in the middle of my carpeted living room. She was clearly riding on her own high by the way she was bouncing around before the music even began.

An eerie calm began to wash through my veins and slow my brain. As the calming high from the pill ebbed in, I hadn’t even realized what song started playing until Aspen excitingly exclaimed, “I love Elvis!”

My heart plummeted into the pit of my stomach as the intro of Suspicious Minds creeped through the speaker. The nostalgic lyrics flashed memories of me and Elsie in my old dorm. Our impromptu performances were some of my favorite memories – they were innocent, careless, full of a forgotten hope that had long slipped from my fingers.

I could barely remember my life before Elsie, and I never thought there would be a life after her. I guess I always just assumed we’d always have each other. I never envisioned a time where I wouldn’t have her in my life or where we weren’t “Austin and Elsie” - nonetheless because of me. It wasn’t until that moment that the reality set in, that she may not forgive me. I wanted to believe that we could make it through anything, but this was uncharted territory. 

Seeing Aspen spin in Elsie’s place felt like a cheap replacement, like a knockoff designer bag or a low-quality pirated movie. The truth was that I missed her. I missed her so fucking much. 

Thankfully, the new drug seeping into my system began to numb my racing thoughts. The foreign feeling of it surprised me, it was reminiscent of Xanax but better - which I didn’t think was possible. If Xanax was a fluffy cloud, Percocet was an endless sea of silky fluff. The aching remorse faded into the background and the room seemed lighter than before. Aspen took my hand in an effort to get me to dance with her and for a split second I could’ve sworn it was Elsie. The initial excitement of the error didn’t disappear though and the music helped soothe the turbulence in my brain. 

If this was the bed I chose to make, maybe one constructed from sugary marshmallow fluff wouldn’t be so bad. 

Next Chapter -> 30 - It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)

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[httpiastri]

sorry, just have to say… “you’re here, that’s the thing” is so college pepe coded, and “out of my league” is so popstar x paul coded… 💜

!!!!! screaming

"cause i'm not sure if you're into me like i'm into you" – :(( yn just can't tell if he does like her back…… or at least in the same way, because she's really falling for him and he just won't make a move

"i know you said we're not a thing; but you're here, that's the thing" – yn being like, hmmm so you insist that we're just friends… so why are you still doing all of these things, why are you sitting so close to me, why are we cuddling, etc etc etc… 🥺

and !! popstar reader x paul !!!!

"from time to time i pinch myself; because i think my girl mistakes me for somebody else" – lollll paul 😭 yn does not mistake you for someone else, you're so perfect and def worthy of her love

and just "you are out of my league", paul thinking that since she's so famous and a god damn pop star, they're in different leagues…. but they're not 💔💔

[patscorner]

From time to time, I pinch myself because I think my girl mistakes me for somebody else

And every time she takes my hand, all the wonders that remain become a simple fact that you were out of my league

All the things I believed, you were just the right kind, yeah, you were more than just a dream

You were out of my league, got my heartbeat racing. If I die, don't wake me

'Cause you are more than just a dream.

(Out of My League, Fitz and the Tantrums)

[lia-kim7]

Navaratri-1

It was just a normal day in South Korea oh

Hi I forgot to introduce myself hi am yn jeon I have married jeon jungkook it's been 2 years since our marriage am an Indian girl ok back to story

Yn pov

It's September as being Indian we all love Navaratri so this time I decided to celebrate it in India. Also my bestie Bella is coming india so it's gonna be fun our flight in two days on 16th September and Bella's flight is on 20th we are goin early because it's been a year since I have gone there so.

Time skip

Finally we have landed in Indian it was tiring I was looking around when I felt a muscular arm around my waist I was about punch whoever it has but I recognise the smell it was jungkook he back hugged me and told "let's go home or u just wanna stand here" then I realised that I have been zoned out for five minutes " ok ok let's go my brother would be waiting " I said jungkook took our luggage nd now we were hading out soon we saw my brother standing in distance with my sister in law he saw me and had a cute smile on his face I quickly ran toward him and hug him I missed him so much "I still want to live yeah leave me " I let go the hug and pinch him on his arm " ahhh yeah u we're hugging me so tight that I can't even breathe " he said I laughed  then hugged my sister in law

Time skip

After getting home it was already late so we slept

Next morning

I woke up early as it is my habit to

I go the bathroom and did my morning routine then I go to downstairs then I heard some sound from kitchen I go there and saw my mom cooking breakfast for all of us with my aunt

I go there and hugged her from back she Flinched lil bit " go and tell everyone that breakfast is ready" my mom said I then go to my dads room I saw him sitting in balcony reading newspaper I go there and told him to get downstairs I was about to go but then i was suddenly pulled on the bed I was on jungkook he was about to kiss me then we suddenly heard knock I can see that how pissed jungkook of this 😂 I just chuckled lightly soon I stood up open the door just see my bro with annoying face too "mom told u call everyone downstairs " he said with cute anger on his face then we went downstairs and then had breakfast

Time skip on 20th September

Finally I am as going to meet my bestie after 7 years

Right now we walking to waiting area it was me ,jungkook and Bella's mom . Jungkook was happy that he finally got some time alone in the Indian household 😂

We were waiting when we saw the familiar face then we realised that it was Bella I quickly ran to her and hug her so tight I missed her so much. Then we let go the hug and I meet harry ,Bella's Fiance they are engaged. After lil talk we all got home and yes we all live in same house getting home we were greeted with chocolate's

Lately I have so much weird types of carving

And also morning sickness I think it's because of change in the atmosphere🤷🏻‍♀️.

Time skip evening

We all were talking and the best part was there were also our old bestie's and our cousin while talking we Decided to play td(truth dare) after few rounds it finally landed on jungkook I was a bit worried as my friends are worst u know what I mean 😭 he took truth and 😮‍💨 it was easy

Time skip ( 😮‍💨 ur Author is too lazy ) sorry

Finallyyyyyyyy it was Navaratri

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Late updates sorry for grammar mistakes

[imagintheworldaway]

Vain

I have never written for Roger before so i hope you like it!

Warnings: angst?? 

Requests: Open 

I stubbed my cigarette out on the side of the outside wall. Resting my head on knees as I scrunched them into my chest and looked out onto the vast gardens of the countryside estate I shared with my husband.The summer evening created a warm breeze that swept around me and moved my hair in such a way that it ticked the bare skin of my back. My fingers absently played with my wedding ring as I truly thought about my life and the massive mistakes I had made, hugging my legs closer to myself. 

It was 1974 and I had just turned 21, my friend had insisted we went to a party in a random town house in London. It was her older brothers, bestfriends, sisters, old roommates, boyfriend's party, or something completely random and somehow we had secured an invite. I was listening to a random conversation when the chatter started to die down a little as a few heads turned to see who had just entered the room. “Who's that?” i asked a little too loudly, some girl shot daggers at me and explained through gritted teeth “it's the host bimbo” she spat obviously mad i had no clue who they were. I watched as the three boys walked in and after a moment a fourth emerged, he had long blonde hair which looked to be styled in a rough manner, large sunglasses covered his face although it was night and we were inside, his shirt was unbuttoned down to his navel and a blazer hung lazily around his frame. “Stop drooling” my mate nudged me, taking me out of my trance and a light blush burning my cheeks. 

A few hours had passed, I looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, a light buzz streaming through my veins as a soft smile graced my lips. I was still thinking of the blonde guy I had seen earlier, not moments after he had walked in had a group of girls flocked around him and my view was obscured. I brushed my hair with my hands before grabbing my bag and unlocking the door. I was stuffing my lipstick back in my bag when I bumped into a large figure. “I am so so sorry” I blabbered out before looking up and seeing the blonde locks of the man from earlier. “You ok?” he questioned, glancing at me only momentarily before turning into the mirror and brushing down his jacket. He turned and slid his glasses down, his large blue eyes urging me to answer his question. “Yes i am sorry” i said hurriedly, the blush from earlier re emerging as i was lost for words.

We stood in comfortable silence for a moment until the song changed. “I like this song,” the guy said, starting to bob his head and drum his fingers on the table in front of him, still looking in the mirror. I listened for a moment as I heard dancing in the moonlight by King Harvest fill the room. “It’s my favourite” I said absentmindedly as I swayed to the beat. “That settles it then” the guy smirked as he took one last look in the mirror and grabbed my arm, leading me back into the crowded room and started spinning me about. I giggled as he then started swaying me to the music. I watched as the other girls in the room eyed me with death glares and my sudden change in mood must have been evident as the mystery man soon reached for my cheek and turned my head to look at him. “Don’t mind them, you're so different from all these other girls … sorry i don't think i got your name” he smiled at me, his other hand pinching my waist a little more to pull me closer. “Y/N” I giggled as he started spinning me again. 

That night was ingrained in my head as the night that had changed my life. We spent the entire night dancing and just chatting, after a while he had reassured me that he didn’t even notice any other girl, i was the only one at that party he had noticed and he was so thankful that i had bumped into him because he had been wanting to come and talk to me all night. I thought that was so sweet at the time, another opportunity to make me blush and giggle like a schoolgirl. He always had that effect on me, making my stomach turn to jelly and my cheeks turn red, fumbling over my words, he just did something to me, I wish he still did. 

I slid off of the windowsill and let the carpet encase my feet. I padded to the other side of my shared bedroom, looking at myself in the vanity. I had changed so much since the day we met. Maybe he did this to me, or maybe it was me, or just all the shit I had been through in such a short space of time. I let my eyes roam over to a picture hanging on the wall. It was taken a year and a half after Roger and I had met. We had been dating for around the same amount of time and exclusive for just around a year. I had joined the boys at the studio that day, they were recording tracks for A Day At The Races and Brian was currently messing around with some riffs. Freddie was shouting into the mic that played in the booth and Chrissie, Veronica, Mary and I were engrossed in conversation about Chrissie and Brian's upcoming wedding. I listened idly when I noticed my boyfriend enter the room out of the corner of my eye. He made a little motion towards the door meaning he wanted me, in more ways than one. I made a face saying no, even though I was fully unaware of what was going on in the conversation now. He bit his lip comedically and started making motions and hand gestures imitating humping, to try and distract me even more. I mouthed a ‘stop’ to him as I suppressed my giggles, my attention fully on my boyfriend. “Earth to Y/N” Mary said, nudging me, I turned my head to the group of girls again, who were all now looking at me expectantly. “Hm?” I questioned having no idea as to which part of the conversation we were at. “Sorry I was distracted” I giggled nervously glancing at my boyfriend who was now leant against a doorframe, acting innocent in all of this. The girls just shook their heads and laughed at me as they filled me in on more of the wedding plans. 

The rest of rehearsal went by with limited bickering. Veronica and Chrissie had gone to get some coffees whilst Mary had to go to work, meaning I was laid out on the sofa half asleep. I had almost dozed off when I felt someone lift my legs and gently place them back down. I lifted my head and laid my eyes on my boyfriend. He had just come from the booth and his hair was messy, his forehead was slick with sweat. “You look sexy” I mumbled, smirking at him. “Aww thanks babe, think i’ll never shower again, especially if you like this sexy look” he cocked his eyebrow at me. “Looks like no more shower sex for you then” I giggled, causing Roger to feign hurt. I just rolled my eyes and leant up, shuffling so I sat on his lap and moved a piece of hair out of his face and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’d never deprive you of such a thing” I reassured him before a flash and a click made us both whip our heads towards the door. “You two are just too cute” Veronica smiled before they handed out the drinks. 

The picture stared back at me, the love in our eyes so pure and real, such a natural and raw moment. I was so young then, so filled with hope and naivety, I thought that it was us against the world and nothing would ever change the way we felt for one another. 

My gaze cast to the next picture on the wall, it was us slow dancing and Brian and Chrissies wedding. “This is so beautiful” I said in awe as the twinkling lights and soft flowers made the room look like a ballroom from some fairy tail. “It is, isn't it?” Roger sighed, I looked back at him and met his eyes. “First Veronica's wedding and now Chrissie, i just love weddings, they are so beautiful and Chrissie, she looks so amazing” i gushed about my friend as Roger twirled me around. I caught a glimpse of the bride and her groom as they danced around and just basked in each other's company. “Yeah, but our wedding will be ten times better,” Roger said. I whipped my head back so our eyes met again. My breath hitched in my throat as his words ran around my mind. “Ours?” I whispered, the dancing slowed as I was taking this moment in. “Yes ours, i love you Y/N, tomorrow let's go out and get you a ring, fit for a princess, then by this time next year you can be the one in the white dress and i can be the lucky guy who can forever call you his” He smiled sincerely at me. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “So what do you say?” Roger said almost nervously. “Yes you idiot, yes yes yes” I squealed , smashing my lips against his. 

The night flew by with dancing and drinking, but I couldn't suppress my smile and excitement. It was a miracle I didn't tell everybody of the promise Roger had made me on the dancefloor. As promised the next day Roger took me into the centre of London and to all of the highest end jewellery stores. I was so engrossed by the large diamonds, shiny bands of silver, platinum and gold. Roger had told me the sky was the limit and not to mind the price tag. Although he was standing next to me, a protective hand on my lower back guided me around the different stores as the different clerks tried to impress me with the different gems. My excitement had completely clouded my judgement that day and looking back, the hungover dishevelled man next to me was doing this for love but he wasn't as excited or engrossed as his newly found bride was. 

A shook my head to take me out of trance. I had absentmindedly started playing with the large diamond ring which i had chosen all those years ago. I crept down the hallway and peeked around the corner of the door to my daughters room. The girls had been softly sleeping for a while now, so angelic and peaceful. Their little minds are not yet tainted by the harsh realities of the world. I closed their door softly, ensuring not to wake them as I made my way downstairs and put the kettle on. The clock at the other side of the kitchen stared at me, it was only nine meaning it was one in San Diego where Queen were on their latest tour. And I have not even received a call today. I should have felt hurt but after not hearing from him and having to explain to the girls that daddy was far away and they wouldn't be able to talk to him, no matter  see him for a long long time. How do you explain to a three year old that daddy wouldn’t always be around for them? My youngest wouldn’t know any better but still it was the principle of it all. 

As soon as the kettle clicked I poured the boiling water into my coffee granules and basked in the smell of the burnt beans. I always knew falling in love, marrying and having a family with a rockstar was a risky move but I thought I was strong enough to do it. Oh how naive I was. I always knew deep deep down that the music and the fans would always come first. Which i can't blame him for, but having three girls at home waiting for him, well he would rather be on that stage than with us, the ones he's meant to love. I always wanted a big house, a white picket fence, kids, a loving husband, a ladies group to hang around with and nice cars. And I had it all, all but the loving husband part, that part now just seemed like a fantasy, a silly dream. 

The reality was I had everything most girls could want. In a materialistic kind of way. I had the mansion, the land, the cars, the designer labels, bags, and most importantly I had the ring. I had the one thing so many girls in this world wanted, a ring from the infamous Roger Taylor. But these things don't mean anything, spending time with the girls and your wife should be the most important thing in a man's life, it's just a shame he cannot see that.all of this, the pictures in the press, the obnoxious country house, every little detail of our and the girls life being pushed out there for others, it was all about him. He never cared which flowers we would have at the wedding, or what colour to paint the nursery, spending time to put up Christmas decorations or having a regular date night. From the day we met he only cared about one thing. 

Himself. 

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Minamoto no Yoshitsune Main Story: Chapter 7

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Read this before interacting┊aikm’s Genjiden Glossary

(I’ve only spent a short amount of time with the Shogunate…)

(In that little bit of time, I’ve grown to trust these people a lot.)

(As long as everyone here is waiting for me to return, I think I’ll be fine.)

I straightened my back and smiled a genuine smile from the bottom of my heart.

Yuno: Alright. I’ll get going now.

Turning their words of encouragement into strength, I took a step forward.

…

A few days later—

(I’m so nervous…)

I was brought to meet Yoshitsune-sama as soon as I arrived in Hiraizumi.

I felt the tension in the air rise the moment I stepped foot into the hall.

Yoshitsune: You’re here.

(Yoshitsune-sama…)

The first thing that came into view was Yoshitsune-sama sitting at the seat of honour.

Next to him were Yoichi-san and Kurama, there were also many other vassals present.

(This is the Rebel Army’s stronghold. I truly don't have a single ally here.)

(I declared to the Shogunate that “it’s fine”, and yet…)

I couldn't help but turn stiff.

Yoshitsune: Sit.

Yuno: Y-Yes.

A Vassal led me to a seat — and I nervously sat down directly in front of Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoichi: You don't need to be so nervous. It’s not as if you're about to be eaten or anything.

(Of course I’d be nervous in such a situation…!)

Kurama: Is this the right time to say those things?

Yoichi: It’s just a formality, okay? No need for that stern face. Come on, smile~

Kurama: That’s stupid. I can’t even be arsed to remember the face of some mere mortal woman.

Yoichi-san had an unbothered attitude, whereas Kurama furrowed his eyebrows out of sheer boredom.

(That intimidating attitude remains unchanged…! Even though they’re both Ayakashi, there is a stark difference between him and Tamamo.)

Yoichi: *sigh* Not a single pinch of friendliness in him. Sorry, Yuno.

Yuno: I-It’s okay.

(Yoichi-san is always this strangely laid back… come to think of it, wasn't he also like this when we first met?)

Yoshitsune: …

(Ah…)

All Yoshitsune-sama did was scan the room with his eyes once, and the already extremely tense atmosphere grew even more suffocating.

Yoshitsune: As you all have been told, this woman is a princess with connections to Yoritomo-kou.

(... I see. He explained it this way because it’s odd to take an ordinary town girl hostage.)

The vassals’ gazes directed at me became colder, causing me to cower in fear.

Yoshitsune: Needless to say, you all are to treat her appropriately.

Vassals: Yes, My Lord.

I was once again caught by Yoshitsune-sama’s eyes that were completely devoid of warmth.

Yoshitsune: You will be placed under strict surveillance. You are to be at proper behaviour as expected of a hostage.

Yuno: Yes.

Yoshitsune: If you understand that, then it’s fine.

(... I thought that I had touched Yoshitsune-sama's heart a little bit on the night of the festival.)

But the Yoshitsune-sama before my eyes right now spoke in a stern tone, and had the cold attitude of an enemy commanding general.

(Perhaps it was too naive of me to hope that he was a tiny bit gentle deep down inside him.)

(Even if this is the enemy's stronghold, he’s still Yoshitsune-sama…)

(I came with a strong, unwavering determination, and yet…)

I was even more shocked by Yoshitsune-sama’s attitude than I had expected myself to be.

Yoshitsune: That’s all. Take her to her room.

Vassal: Yes, My Lord! Come.

I stood up from my seat as told by the Vassal and quickly left the hall, frightened by Yoshitsune-sama’s unsympathetic eyes.

…

The vassal left after taking me to my room.

Alone at last, the tension left my body.

(... How pathetic. My hands are still trembling.)

Trying to avoid my anxiety, I recalled the moment I decided to come to Hiraizumi.

(Yoritomo-sama and Kagetoki-san weren’t only concerned about my physical safety, but also my emotional well-being.)

(That’s why they wanted to refuse the proposal for a hostage exchange, to avoid involving me in it.)

(... They definitely knew that this would happen.)

(I don’t know what’s in Yoshitsune-san’s heart…)

But I knew that my determination at that moment was not false.

Yuno: … I’ll return to Kamakura safely. I promised everyone that I will.

I looked up at the night sky, the moon was peeping through the clouds.

I realised that my hands were no longer trembling.

…

A few hours after meeting Yuno—.

Not long after Yoshitsune returned to his room, Yoichi barged in with a bottle of sake in his hand.

Yoichi: Shall we have a drink together, Yoshitsune-sama?

Yoshitsune nodded in response without hesitation.

Yoshitsune: Good timing. I also felt like drinking.

Yoichi: Then shall we have more than one drink?

Yoichi: You don’t drink much, do you?

Yoshitsune: I only drink just enough to keep myself from falling asleep. You know I’m not good with alcohol.

They poured sake into their cups and started drinking.

Yoichi: It’s about time Benkei arrives in Kamakura.

Yoichi: Thinking of it, he was very hesitant when he was chosen as a hostage.

Yoichi: He said “I strongly refuse to leave Yoshitsune-sama’s side”.

Yoichi: He seriously loves you so much.

Yoshitsune: Because I trust Benkei, I could send him as a hostage without worry.

Yoichi: That’s how you managed to coax Benkei, wasn’t it?

Yoshitsune: I did nothing of the sort. All I did was speak my true feelings.

Yoshitsune thought while swirling the contents of his cup.

Yoshitsune: A hostage, huh...

Yoichi: Why do you look so glum?

Yoshitsune: I was born with this face. I don't think I look any different from usual.

Yoichi: So you’re unaware.

Yoichi: Even though your facial expression doesn’t change much, Yoichi here can still read it a little, you know?

Yoichi: Now, let me see if I can guess what you’re thinking.

Yoichi stared straight at Yoshitsune and smiled.

Yoichi: The truth is that you're worried about Yuno, aren’t you?

Yoshitsune: Yeah. She’s a hostage from the Shogunate and will eventually be our enemy on the battlefield, so that’s been on my mind.

Yoichi sighed and his shoulders slumped upon hearing Yoshitsune’s serious answer.

Yoichi: Ah… that wasn't what I was referring to. But nevermind.

Yoichi: If you’re so worried about her, why don't you go talk to her?

Yoichi: Aren’t you interested in knowing what kind of woman the Fox Princess is?

Yoshitsune shook his head.

Yoshitsune: Even if I knew, that kind of bond will be cut before going into battle anyway. I don’t see the need to deepen our relationship.

Yoshitsune: And besides…

Yoichi: Yeah?

Yoshitsune: I’ve already made it clear to Yuno where she stands.

Yoshitsune: I don’t want to do anything that goes against what I’ve told her.

Yoichi: Oh? You��re being very serious, Yoshitsune-sama. How about relaxing a little?

Yoichi: Come on, relax.

Yoshitsune: I’m already relaxed, because I’m with someone I trust.

Yoichi: …

Yoichi: Jeez… you’re always like this, Yoshitsune-sama.

Yoshitsune: What?

Yoshitsune tilted his head in puzzlement, not understanding what Yoichi was saying.

Yoichi sighed.

Yoichi: … It’s as if you lack self-awareness. I guess that might be why I’m following you.

Yoshitsune: I still don't really understand, but I know that’s a compliment. Thanks.

Yoichi: You’re welcome.

Yoichi: … Your cup is empty. Want another?

Yoshitsune: I’ll have a little bit.

While Yoichi was pouring sake into Yoshitsune’s cup, the sound of footsteps running down the hallway was heard—

Vassal: Yoshitsune-sama!

Yoshitsune: What’s going on?

The sliding door flew open, and a Vassal with an alarmed look kneeled before Yoshitsune.

Vassal: … I have a report. The person who tasted your meal collapsed.

Yoichi’s eyes narrowed sharply at the Vassal’s words.

Yoichi: Are they dead or alive?

Vassal: They escaped death, but their condition remains dangerously unstable.

Yoshitsune: I see…

Yoichi spoke again, breaking the heavy silence.

Yoichi: It was definitely poisoned, we must find the culprit and have them arrested.

Yoshitsune: Yeah.

Yoshitsune turned to the Vassal and gave his orders.

Yoshitsune: Investigate anyone who has entered or left the mansion during the last two to three days.

Vassal: Yes, My Lord! Right away.

The Vassal bowed deeply and left the room.

Yoichi let out a heavy sigh after the Vassal left.

Yoichi: The security has been tightened a lot lately because Yuno is here.

Yoichi: That means that this was meticulously planned.

Yoshitsune: You’re right. It’ll take some time to find the culprit.

Yoshitsune: And…

Yoshitsune: Keep this incident a secret from Yuno.

Yoshitsune: There’s no need to cause her unnecessary disturbance.

Yoichi: I agree.

Yoichi: It’s quite distressing to be involved in a poisoning incident after being taken hostage.

Yoichi drank all the sake in his cup in one shot.

Yoichi: Damn, this just ruined the taste of the sake.

Yoshitsune: It can’t be helped.

Yoshitsune: As the General of the Rebel Army and an enemy of the Shogunate, my head is very popular.

Yoichi: There you go again, say such things. If you don’t have a little more sense of danger, I’ll have to tell Benkei.

Yoichi: That guy will fly back here from Kamakura once he hears about this.

Yoshitsune: … Keep it a secret from him even after he comes back.

A slight wry smile played on his beautiful lips.

…

Unaware of what was happening…

Yuno: What should I do…

Three days had passed after my arrival in Hiraizumi, and I found myself in a somewhat critical situation.

(There are too few things to do…!)

I spent the majority of the past three days cooped up in my room.

(Although I’m allowed to leave my room, my movements are heavily controlled…)

(I can’t even be at ease when I go outside for some fresh air, because I’m constantly being watched.)

Rather, I found it more exhausting to go outside.

Yuno: … Alright! I’ll make some medicine to take my mind off things.

I actually brought some ingredients and tools for making medicine with me from Kamakura.

I took them out and started right away.

(Maybe I’ll make some medicine that can be dissolved in the hot water I was given just now…)

While I was making the medicine, I heard some commotion coming from outside.

(Is something going on?)

As I wondered what was happening, the sliding door to my room was violently thrown open.

(Huh?)

Vassal 1: Don’t move!

A number of vassals suddenly burst into my room with stern expressions.

Yuno: W-what’s the matter…?

Vassal 2: Oi, look at what’s in her hand!

One of them looked at my hand and shouted.

Vassal 3: As rumoured, she’s making poison!

(Poison!?)

Yuno: T-that’s not true! This is a medicine meant to be dissolved in hot water…

I frantically tried to explain myself, but…

Vassal 1: Shut up! You are a criminal who tried to poison Yoshitsune-sama!

(There was an attempt to poison Yoshitsune-sama!?)

Yuno: Is Yoshitsune-sama safe!?

Vassal 2: Hmph. You’re so shameless, pretending to be worried about him.

Yuno: That’s not…

The vassals surrounded me with grim expressions on their faces.

One of them roughly grabbed my arm.

Vassal 2: You were the one who poisoned Yoshitsune-sama, weren't you? Be obedient and confess!

Yuno: I told you that’s not true!

Yuno: I’m completely unaware of such an incident happening, I’m not even allowed to freely move around!

Yuno: Whenever I go outside, there will be people monitoring my every move. There is absolutely no way I could’ve poisoned him!

Vassal 3: Enough with your excuses. Did you really think we’d trust a hostage from the Shogunate?

(... This is terrible, they won't believe me no matter what I say.)

The wassals who refused to listen to me harboured a strong feeling of hatred towards the Shogunate.

Vassal 4: Tell us the truth right this instant! Or else—

Yuno: No—

A vassal with a grim face drew the sword hanging by his waist.

(No way…)

A chill ran down my spine and my throat felt stiff, I was unable to utter another word.

(What do I do now…)

At that moment—

???: So noisy.

(Wha…)

Someone forcefully grabbed the vassal’s hand from behind as he pointed his sword at me.

Yoshitsune: …

Yuno: Yoshitsune-sama!

Yoshitsune-sama looked around the room and spoke.

Yoshitsune: What are you doing to this woman?

His calm voice echoed through the room, the vassals who had been yelling furiously just minutes ago fell silent immediately.

Yoshitsune: Explain yourselves.

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Neteyam x female reader! Part 2

like this chapter a lot more, and It's a little longer! I switched from first person to third person once or twice to get Neteyams' thoughts on things, but let me know if you guys don't like that. Also let me know if there's anything I can improve on. (Also I don't proof read cause Im too excited to post the chapters as I finish them, I will edit my mistakes eventually) Enjoy!

TW: semi detailed description of cutting skin.

Characters are both 18

Part 1

Word count: 2,156

After hearing about Miles, or Spider I guess, it was hard for me to refuse the Na’vi boys' plea for help. So I found myself following him back to his home.

“Are you sure this is a good idea- erm what's your name?”

I asked, realizing we skipped formalities. He looked over his shoulder at me before replying. 

“Neteyam, this is a good idea. They will understand where I'm coming from.”

“And if they don't?” I argued, worried I would be shot on sight for coming anywhere near the Na’vi home. Neteyam stopped and turned to look at me. “My father is of the sky people, he saved all the people of pandora. He would not have been able to do that without my mothers trust.”

My eyes widened and I took a good look at Neteyam. I studied his features for a moment before smiling. 

“How did I not see it?” 

I shook my head, Neteyam had five fingers. Not only that but he had a striking resemblance to Neytiri. Everything made so much more sense now.

“You're Jake's son, that's why Spider was with you.”

Neteyam only nodded in confusion, not understanding why I would care who his father was. 

“ Why do you keep bringing up Spider?” 

I decided it would be best to wait to reveal my identity, he would understand in time. I shook my head in dismissal before answering him,

“My name is Shyla, I'll explain who I am to your father.”

Neteyam pressed his lips together, clearly unsatisfied by my vague answer.

“If you only intend on telling my father who you are, I'm sorry but I doubt that's possible.”

That wasn't ideal, I knew Jake would understand my position, but when it came to the others I wouldn't blame them if they were quick to judge.

My eyebrows pinched together as I listened to Neteyam. I understood there was nothing he could do, but this wasn't going to work.

“Ok, hear me out.” I raised my hands, gesturing for him to stay with me.

“Take me somewhere, where I can meet with your father. A mutual meeting place, you choose when and where. I know it's not easy to agree to, but do you really want to lead your enemy to your home? How do you think your mother would feel about that?”

Neteyam thought for a beat. I seemed to get through to him, because he sighed before nodding his head in agreement.

We climbed through a maze of trees, he definitely chose somewhere that wasn't easy to get to. He grabbed a vine, turning towards me and extending his arm as an invitation to grab onto him. Before I could argue I looked past the ledge of the tree we were on, the fall wouldn't be a pleasant one. I gave Neteyam a deadpan stare.

“Are you coming or not?”

I pressed my lips together into a line, stepping closer to Neteyam and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“You better not drop me Neteyam.”

Neteyam looked down at the women. He liked the way his name sounded when she said it. Now that he thought about it, he also liked the way he felt with her arms around him. However he didn't like the way he was feeling.

He shook off the thoughts before they could manifest anymore, holding Shyla tight by the waist before jumping off the tree branch.

The pair swung through the air and Syla gasped. Neteyam glanced downward, his confused expression melted away into a smile as he watched the girl. Shyla let out a breathy giggle as they swung through the forest.

They landed on another branch, and Shyla let go of Neteyam, composing herself. Neteyam internally scolded himself for immediately missing her warmth. 

“You liked it?”

Neteyam smirked, walking forward through some foliage. I scoffed, not bothering to hide my true amusement, following close behind him.

“It was alright.”

My sorry excuse at feigning indifference didn't go unnoticed. The both of us surfaced from the branches and vines. I took a moment to examine my surroundings. We were completely closed in by rock walls that towered above us, covered in greenery. It was like being in the center of a dormant volcano that became a plant utopia.

“So this is where you intend to hide me?” 

I teased, walking further into the grass. Neteyam rolled his eyes, following me. 

“You're the one who wants to be hidden.” 

He had a point, but I had no intention of giving him the satisfaction of knowing that.

“Whatever”

I laughed under my breath, but it was cut short. A searing pain rang through my body, I yelped before grabbing my forearm. 

“What is it?”

Neteyam rushed towards me, taking a hold of my arm and inspecting it.

Suppressing my groans as best I could, I looked at my arm. I had never felt anything like this in my life. Neteyam continued to question me, not knowing what else to do.

“Is something wrong with your avatar?”

Then it clicked, my eyes widened as I looked up to meet Neteyams fixed gaze.

“It's a tracker.’

I Grimaced, pulling a knife from the waistband of my pants.

“What are you doing?!”

Neteyam grabbed my wrist, stopping my blade.

“I can't let them find us!”

My reasoning didn't seem to convince Neteyam. I sighed before groaning at another shock of pain.

“Listen, it's either you leave me here, or I take out this tracker.”

Neteyam knew she was right, but he still hated the idea of Shyla mutilating herself.

Neteyam slowly let go of my wrist, giving me a worried expression.

I reassured him the best I could with a half hearted grin before lowering the knife to my arm. I took a deep breath before slicing through. I Gasped, trying my best to keep my hand steady.

“Fuck”

I weeped, dropping the knife after finishing my incision. I could tell Neteyam wanted to help but had absolutely no way of doing so. Biting the inside of my cheek I took my thumb and index finger, and dug into the cut. The taste of blood filled my mouth but I was in too much pain to care. After a few short moments that felt like an eternity I retrieved the tracker. 

Neteyam took it from me and smashed it with the end of my knife while I held my arm.

“Keep pressure on the wound”

Neteyam complied without question, and I grabbed a bandana I had in my cargo pants, wrapping it around the wound. Neteyam tightened the not, causing a yelp of pain to escape my throat.

“Sorry,”

He grimaced, and I glared up at him.

“At least you came prepared.”

A smile tugged at my lips, and I shook my head.

“You really are stupid.”

The sound of a helicopter overhead interrupted the conversation.

Me and Neteyam gave each other a knowing look before he dragged me toward the walls of the enclosure. 

“Shit”

Neteyam mumbled, it was the middle of the day and the sun illuminated every inch of the surrounding area.

“Over there!”

I urged, and we ran toward a slight overhang that conveniently had vines growing over it that provided some coverage.

Neteyam pushed his back to the wall, and I stood pressed against his chest. Both of our breaths stopped as the helicopter flew directly over the opening of what once was a hiding spot. Neither of us moved an inch until long after the sound of the helicopter dissipated. I let out a sigh of relief, wondering how the hell we got away with that. 

“That was close.”

Neteyam agreed,

“Too close.”

Then I realized how close we were to one another. I could feel the vibration of Neteyams rapid heart rate on my shoulder blade. His hands were cupped around my arms, and it was shocking how large they were. I  couldn't imagine how large he would be compared to my human form.

I swallowed the dryness away in my throat, as Neteyam let go of my arms. I took that as my que to step away.

We both emerged from the shadows cautiously, I looked at Neteyam,

“If they got my location before we destroyed the tracker they would have already been here.”

That was the best I could do at reassuring him. At the mention of the tracker a panicked expression took over Neteyams face.

“Your arm!”

He grabbed my wrist, tugging it, somehow gently, towards him. I had bled through the cloth, which granted was not ideal.

“I have to take you home, now.”

I pulled my arm away shaking my head.

“No! I can wait, I'm fine really.” 

Neteyam looked at me with disbelief,

“Are you serious Shyla? Why won't you come with me?”

Neteyams tone turned subtly sour as he spoke. I could have been misunderstanding his expression, but he seemed hurt. I bit my lip, contemplating every decision I made to lead me to this point. I took a sharp breath in, deciding there wasn't much to lose.

“I'm spider's sister.”

There was silence for a long moment. Neteyam just stared at me, and I probably looked like I was going to throw up.

Neteyam laughed and I just watched, not able to understand any part of his actions. 

“Why would that be a bad thing?”

Neteyam offered me a sympathetic smile, and it unintentionally made me melt. I sighed, focusing on the more important topic of conversation.

“Because…my fathers back.”

That's when Neteyams expression matched my own, he was horrified. All I felt was shame, I wish I could go back to saying my father was dead.

Neteyam insisted on bringing me back to the Na’vi base, reassuring me that I wouldn't have to tell anyone who I was until I was reunited with Spider. I spent the walk explaining that I was born on Pandora, and did not go back to earth tell my dad died. I explained that I was very young, and did not have a say in much of anything.

“So, you knew my parents? And Grace?”

I smiled slightly, shrugging in reply,

“Kind of, Like I said I was young, but yes I spent some time with them.”

Neteyam matched my smile, his pace quickened.

“You have nothing to worry about, they will think of you as someone to protect.”

My expression hardened and I thought for a moment, no one has ever wanted to protect me in my life. I've always just been a soldier, dying meant serving my planet to my fullest. Neteyam slowed, watching my expression.

“Is something wrong?”

I pulled myself away from the thought and looked up at him. I laughed, shaking my head.

“No, I'm sorry.”

Neteyam shook his head,

“Don't be.”

I don't remember much of Jake Sully, but that was him to a tee.

Before I could reply someone sprinted out of the woods and tackled me. I didn't let the utter shock stop me from fighting back. In a matter of seconds I was on top of the culprit with my knife to their throat.

“Lo’ak!”

Neteyam hissed, and I relaxed my arm, not pressing it into the boy's skin any longer. After the initial adrenalin wore off, I got a chance to observe the boy who attacked me, he looked familiar.

“Your brother?”

I chuckled, getting off of Lo’ak. Neteyam sighed, roughly pulling Lo’ak to his feet. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

Lo’ak shrugged off his brother, furrowing his eyebrows together. 

“I thought you needed my help!”

The boy defended himself, and I couldn't help but laugh under my breath. Both of the men looked at me, expecting an explanation for what I found so funny.

“Sorry, it's just, that lame excuse for an attack wasn't gonna help anybody.”

Neteyam also found that funny, chuckling as well. Lo’ak looked at his brother in utter disbelief.

“What are you doing brother? She is a sky person.”

He mumbled, as if it was some kind of secret. I pressed my lips together, maybe the Na’vi wouldn’t be as understanding as Neteyam promised.

Neteyam lightly pushed his brother's shoulder as a form of scolding.

“So is dad, and Kiri’s mom.”

Neteyams argument made Lo’ak shut up, but he still didn't seem to agree with the situation. 

“You will get an explanation soon, but for now we have to get Shyla home.”

Neteyam started walking but Lo’ak protested.

“To our home?! No, no, no.”

Neteyam shot Lo’ak a death glare, and there was no arguing after that.

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Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader

Hello everyone! ^^

Here is the first oneshot from my oneshot collection of Demon Slayer. The first is with Kyojuro, our beloved Pillar of Flame. Have a good read!

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You help Shinobu out in her butterfly mansion with her injured and wounded patients. You are not a demon hunter. You see yourself as too weak for that, and you are also of the opinion that you would not be able to cope with it nervously. Cut off the demons' heads. Just thinking about it makes you feel sick to your stomach. No! You'd rather help those who were attacked by demons and got away alive.

At the moment, you are putting away medicines in the designated cabinet when you hear Shinobu's voice.

"Kyōjurō, my dear, what brings you to me?"

"Shinobu, I got hit by a demon on my last mission. The injury is not really bad," a laugh sounds.

When you hear HIS voice, everything falls out of your hand. The individual vials land on the floor with a popping sound. The individual splinters fly in all possible directions. The liquid they contain spreads out on the tiles and mixes. You stare at your mishap and at the door. Hopefully no one noticed! Just as you're about to grab a cloth, you hear your name being called.

Startled, you remain standing in your position. You don't move a finger anymore. Your breath speeds up to double and sweat begins to form on your skin.

"[Y/N], are you all right, my dear?" the black and purple haired girl asks after you.

You swallow. Not knowing what to do, let alone what to say. You don't have much time. You notice how steps seem to be coming towards you. Almost in panic, you look back and forth. What are they doing? Before the door can burst open, you pull a slightly larger splinter into your hand and enclose it tightly in your palm. The glass cuts into your palm, sending a fine line of blood flowing down your wrist. You pinch your eyes shut briefly at the pain.

"My dear, what happened?", Shinobu asks you with a smile, closing her eyes.

Unnoticed, you drop the shard back to your comrades and look down at your hand. You are about to speak when Kyōjurō appears behind Shinobu. The blush immediately shoots up your face and you obviously get hot. This is going to be embarrassing!

"I-I..Um..I..Uh..A vial had cracked and a piece of shrapnel was sticking out and I cut myself. In shock, I dropped the rest of the vials on the floor..I'm sorry, Shinobu!"

You lower your gaze to the ground. Like a small child who is afraid that his parents would scold him savagely. And because you didn't want to see the reaction from the column of flame. He must think you're incredibly scatterbrained and incompetent. You can't even do an easy task, like putting medicines in their place, without making mistakes.

"Oh, my dear, there's nothing wrong with that. It can happen to anyone. The main thing is that nothing serious has happened to you," the young woman smiled.

"Yes.", you say meekly.

"Show me your hand."

Shinobu takes your hand in hers and takes a look at your self-inflicted injury.

"Hmm, the splinter doesn't seem to be in your hand anymore, but we should still treat the injury so it doesn't get infected. Right, my dear?"

You can only nod and let her drag you into a treatment room, closely followed by the other column. On the way there, you look at Kyōjurō. He notices your gaze and looks into your eyes as well. His smile widens. Ashamed, you look ahead again. The young man laughs softly.

Shinobu pushes you onto a chair, placing HIM right next to you, much to your displeasure. Don't misunderstand. You like him, very much. But in this scenario, it's too much for you. You want him to hold your hand so you can't pull your hand away if the worst happens. Order from the nice lady Shinobu, who is actually your best friend, but is more of a sadist to you at the moment. She knows, to your feelings for the other demon hunter. What kind of friend would she be if she didn't.

You come out of your thoughts as Kyōjurō holds your hand in his. He is still grinning like a honey-cake horse in front of him. You relax again and focus on his hand. You feel it to be very warm and unexpectedly gentle. You thought his hands would be rather rough due to his many fights against demons. But the opposite is true.

"H-how is your little brother?" you ask quietly, noticing that Shinobu is not in the room right now.

His grin widens instantly.

"Senjuro is doing very well, thank you for asking.", he laughs out loud.

He is happy that you ask about his little brother. You've only seen him once or twice so far, but you immediately fell in love with him. The little sunshine is like his big brother, only a little shy. But all the more lovable.

"I'm glad. I haven't met him much, but I miss him."

Kyōjurō stares into your eyes. An idea flashes in his mind.

"I wanted to visit him again sometime soon. Would you like to accompany me. I'm sure he'd be delighted."

Your face immediately turns red again. How can he ask you such a question? Of course, you would love to accompany him, but whether you would survive that is completely different. You are so strongly in love with the pillar of flame that every second you spend with him makes your heart beat unbearably fast. You wonder why he hasn't noticed yet.

It is now evening, your hand has been treated and Rengoku's injuries have also been treated. You are currently sitting in the garden watching the sunset. Silently, you sit next to Kyōjurō and stare at the sky.

He, meanwhile, lets his gaze drift to you. The light wind blows your hair back shallowly and your eyes seem to sparkle quite a bit in the setting sunlight. His grin widens again and turns into a laugh.

Confused, you look to the person next to you. He continues to laugh unperturbed. Your eyebrows draw together questioningly. Why does he start laughing out of the blue? You know he's more than a gleeful person, but there's still something strange.

"Why are you laughing?..If I may ask?", saying the last sentence before to yourself.

"I think you're pretty."

Your eyes get as big as plates.

"W-what?"

His laughter gets even louder. He finds your reaction more than just cute. He would like to kiss you.

"I think you're pretty, [y/n]!"

"Th-thank you!"

With a red face, you turn away from him. However, he seems to have other plans and gently pulls your face in your direction. Mutually, you stare into each other's eyes. You could lose yourself in his.

"You are my sunshine!"

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I hope you liked it! I'll be posting more Demon Slayer oneshots soon!

Bye Bye, everyone! ^^

Your Wolfi ^^

[brett-is-afraid]

CCJacksepticeye/Tommyinnit playlist?? For me??? 👉👈 pleas I am just a poor little meow meow and it's my birthday it's my poor little meow meow birthday /nf /j

Ya got it! The inspiration for this was kind of a mentor/mentee romance and themes of being more open in a relationship than you are with others.

These days, I'm way too lonely. I'm missing out, I know. These days, I'm way too alone. And I'm known for giving love away, but I want someone who loves me. I need someone who needs me. Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night and it's just me in my dreams.

I remember watching our seeds grow and how you cried when you saw the first leaves show. The love was pouring from your eyes. through the trees, I will find you. I will heal the ruins left inside you.

People were mean to you, but I always thought you were cool. People should've told you you were awesome, instead of taking advantage of you. We held onto hope of better days coming and when we did, we were right. I hope the people who did you wrong have trouble sleeping at night.

There'll always be a few things, maybe several things, that you're gonna find really difficult to forgive. There's gonna come a day when you feel better, you'll rise up free and easy on that day. Just when that day is coming, who can say?

From time to time, I pinch myself. Because I think my girl mistakes me for somebody else. 'Cause you were out of my league, all the things I believed. If I die, don't wake me. 'Cause you are more than just a dream.

Pull it out of park, put it in drive. I can feel your heart beatin' with mine. Underneath the stars, lookin' for a sign. Glowing in the dark 'til the sun shine. Made it pretty far on our first try, might've set the bar a little too high.

I've been sleeping with the light on, I tend to freak myself out. Will you come a little closer? And tell me I'm a scrawny motherfucker with a cool hairstyle.

Baby, you're the highlight of my lowlife. Take a shitty day and make it alright. Oh, in every circumstance, yeah. You make the difference.

[hachiyama]

“To the one I regret”

I am a friend… Just a friend

So who am I to meddle with her life who is bad from my perspective? She has to realize that herself but the more I do it, the more I indulge the “me” in self-hatred that I don’t if she can remove. 

I am afraid, confused not knowing what to do so I panic just kike any guy would do to whoever he tried to save but she just keeps getting farther, and farther and farther…

“NO!!!!!!” I scream as I wake up in buckets of sweat and catch my breath. “Some nightmare I just had,” I said to myself as I got up and get ready for the day. But as I start moving, I look at the picture on the left side of my bed. It was me and lei. Then I told myself, “Nope… Not a dream”

It was me and her on our trip to the countryside for some camping. But that wasn’t important, isn’t it.

This bittersweet sad loner you imagine is me, Wayde, and I wasn’t like this, I was someone can call an extrovert... Of .. sorts...

This all started because of her. 

I loved a girl…Big mistake

She was the one you can call similar to a summer love but instead, this was Seasonal Love this kind of love for me is unrequited. 

It hurts.

Lei was amazing. She can do all sorts of stuff and get to be what she wants to be without the encouragement of another person and she’s great and all stuff except for one thing. She suffers from social anxiety and only interacts with those people because she knows them and got along well with them. But when I deals with this ever since I met her on that in between a blessing or a curse, spring day when everyone is preparing to do normal lives. She was preparing to go to college and I met her just by the gate of the school. 

I am a man of few words but I greeted her with a smile.

“Are you gonna enroll too?”

“Oh yes, uhm… I am just waiting f-for my friend to come ”, she said stuttering

“Oh I’m Wayde by the way an enrollee to”

“Lei, nice to meet you.”

Then we talked and talked uninterrupted talking about why she enrolled and her troubles with talking to other people.

“It just looked scary as people gaze through me like I’m some ice cream that’s about to melt, just like when I talked to you a while ago.”

“Oh Sorry, it just seemed that  you seemed lost back there like a pup on the street.”

“No I don’t,” she said and chuckled, “Ooh my friend’s here,” she said as a guy walk towards us.

”Wayde, this is Luke, my friend since high school” 

“Sup bro” as he offered a hand and so I accepted it as a friendly gesture

“ Say, you’re going to enroll right? Want to come with us?” she asked out of the blue

“Won’t I be a bother” I responded

“Why would you be a bother,  we will meet either way at the office”

“Oh yeah, well then, I would gladly take your offer.” since then we have been friends for the rest of our days in college. We had our laughs we had fights and in the end, we forgive one another and become closer and closer. 

But I was the one that was changing. I started feeling intimate with my time together with lei so I asked about this to luke.

“Duude no..” Luke said with every amount of disapproval in his body at that moment, “You know how bad you do with women. If you confess to her, all those times, all those memories will be gone in a snap and you will pain you never felt before.”

“Are you a poet in your previous life?” 

“Dude, I’m serious here. If you don’t want to be crushed by your feelings…DON’T CONFESS. Period.”

“Okay okay, thanks”

He told me that and that was all everything I have to know. Not to confess but wait for the right moment. So I held back my feelings and continued being her friend and it was fine I think since we were all fine.

Fast forward to 3 years time , we are on our last year in this school and about to graduate. Lei began to have feelings for the president of the student council, Ned who was at that moment was our age and batch. Then did I feel a slight pinch at the side of my body with was bearable but painful.

“So are you going to confess to him?” I asked after being confronted by lei in private to talk about how she felt for Ned. 

“Yeah, I guess.” 

 “Sure, I’m going to cheer you on as a friend should.”

“Aww thanks.”

And that’s where the nightmare started.

Back to the present where I just woke up and see the picture from my left did I notice the invitation I want to forget that was there. 

If only I was to tell her through the times we spent together. I only I mustered up the courage to tell three easy words. 

Would’ve been different? 

Will there be changes between you and I?

Will a be able to give you such happiness than what he’s giving you?

Guess not.

{End}

[surebabyholdback]

40 days and 40 nights

I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life

All the days I waited for you

You know the ones who said I'd never find someone like you

'Cause you were out of my league

All the things I believed

You were just the right kind

Yeah, you were more than just a dream

You were out of my league

Got my heartbeat racing

If I die, don't wake me

'Cause you are more than just a dream

From time to time I pinch myself

Because I think my girl mistakes me for somebody else

And every time she takes my hand

All the wonders that remain

Become a simple fact