#I can’t wait to see this explanation and how well it lines up with mine

[sakuraonsaturn]

Drawing the Line - Amanda the Adventurer fantape

Edit: The title sounded a bit to serious for this silly little fic

Previous Tape

Riley takes the next tape and puts it into the VCR. The tape glitches a bit before it starts to play. The episode begins with Amanda holding a bunch of coloring supplies before noticing Riley. 

“Hi Riley,” Amanda whispers, “Wanna color with me?” 

“Amanda? Where did you go? I think the episode is about to start!” Wooly calls out. Amanda makes a shushing motion with her finger and hides behind the couch. “Oh… hi Riley. Have you seen Amanda?” 

“Nope. Why don’t I wait here and you go find her for me.” 

“Huh? Well… okay…” Wooly says with uncertainty. He walks away. Amanda switches the tape to her bedroom. Her dresser is now against her door. 

“What’s going on?” Riley asks. 

“Nothing!” Amanda laughs nervously in an extremely quiet voice, “I just… you’re leaving after this tape right? Wooly told me. So… I wanted to spend some time with you… like… just you…”

“Okay? And?”

“I don’t want Wooly to feel bad.”

“So you’re barricading your door and hiding from him?” 

“Okay I see how that’s not the best plan…” Amanda sighs. 

“Did you get in a fight or something?” 

“No… it’s just… we hang out like… almost all the time… and like… I wanted a little me time you know? I mean he got an episode almost all to himself, why can’t I have mine?” 

“And he doesn’t want that?” 

“I don’t know… Wooly is… sensitive. He seems to take the littlest things the wrong way. When I tried to tell him I wanted some alone-time he got really upset… and we had so much fun yesterday… I don’t want to ruin it.” 

“I think if anything is going to ruin it, it’s deliberately avoiding him and never telling him why.” 

“Yeah… you’re probably right.” Amanda sighs. She teleports Wooly into the room. 

“Wha? Why am- Oh! Amanda there you are!” 

“Hi Wooly…” 

“What’s wrong?” Wooly asks. 

“Um… Wooly?” Amanda pauses, she looks at Riley nervously.

“Go on.” Riley says. 

“Okay… Wooly… remember how I talked about wanting some me-time?” 

“Yeah…?” 

“Well… I think I wanna just have an adventure drawing with Riley today.”

“What? Why? Did I do something wrong?” 

“No Wooly you didn’t do something wrong stop asking me that.” 

“Okay…” 

“Look, you don’t like drawing and you don’t like hanging out with Riley. Right?” Amanda asks.

“I guess so…” Don’t just admit that! Riley thinks. 

“I want some me-time and you get a day off. Win-win right?” Amanda explains. Wooly looks kind of sad, “C’mon Wooly please?” 

“I guess…” 

“Great!” Amanda beams, gently pushing him out of the room, “Have fun!” 

“Amanda…” 

“Shush. Today, we’re drawing some pictures!” Amanda announces, dropping to the floor and opening her sketchbook and crayons. “C’mon you too!” Riley turns around and sees their sketchbook and colored pencils on the table. 

“Alright.” Riley smiles. This could be fun. 

“You know I really like to draw, do you like to draw?” Amanda asks. Riley types in yes.

“Oh please, you don’t have to use that. Just talk to me, please?” 

“Yeah, I love to draw. Kind of what I do for a living actually.” Riley answers. Amanda’s eyes widen and her whole face lights up with curiosity. 

“Really?”

“Yeah I design and rig v-tuber models for people.” they explain. Amanda looks… completely confused. Oh yeah… v-tubers weren’t really a thing back then huh? “I um… design characters for people and make animated models they can use to make videos with?” That is the worst explanation ever…

“Wow that sounds neat! I wonder if I could’ve done that…”

“I’m sure you could with time and practice. Once you get out I could teach you-” 

“If I get out…” 

“Ah-” 

“Nevermind… forget I said anything.” 

“Okay.” 

“Let’s draw! I’m thinking of making… an apple pie! What colors should I use?” Riley clicks on the silver and tannish color. The colors of the apple pie they made together. Amanda smiles and starts to color.

“You draw something too!” 

“Like…” 

“Anything you want.” 

“Alright…” Riley starts to draw Amanda being free in the real world. They look up at Amanda’s drawing, now she’s drawing Kate. 

“Kate was really nice… I used to talk to her all the time… I really liked her…”

“Yeah…” 

“I miss her…” 

“Me too…” Riley sighs. They start sketching Kate into the picture… without even realizing it. 

“Her hair was blond right?” 

“Yeah…”

“What color is your hair Riley?” 

“Blond… like hers.” 

“Mmm…” Amanda starts sketching the lonely kitten in a train, “I’d draw you too, but I can’t really see what you look like. It’s… blurry…?”

“I see…”

“And I can’t.” Amanda jokes. Riley doesn’t get it. 

“Amandaaaaa! Want some snacks?” Wooly barges in. Amanda looks… annoyed. 

“Wooly… I told you to leave me alone!” 

“I know I just… thought you’d be hungry?” 

“I’m fine.”

“Oh… okay… Whatcha drawing?” 

“I’ll show you I’m done.” Amanda says, covering her sketchbook. 

“Okay…” Wooly walks away, leaving the door open. Amanda reaches over and swats it shut with the tip of her hand. 

“That was close, he almost saw my warm up sketches.” Amanda chuckles bashfully, opening a new page. 

“I know your pain.” Riley whimpers. Amanda starts a new drawing. “Remember that anime I showed you from my phone?” 

“Madoka Magica? Yeah I loved it!” Amanda laughs, “But Wooly was so mortified, we thought we killed him!”  

“Yeah like, what is he a hamster? Wait- So… Could you even see it?” 

“Yeah because it was really close to the screen…” Amanda says.

“So if I…” Amanda looks up and sees Riley’s face EXTREMELY close to the screen. She jumps back in surprise. 

“Don’t scare me like that!” she gasps. 

“Well, can you see what I look like now?” 

“I can see your ginormous face!” Amanda shouts. 

“Yeah?” 

“Back away Riley you’re freaking me out.” 

“Aww… I thought you could draw me too.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll draw you… as… best I can.” Amanda says, catching her breath. 

“Okay…” 

“Hey Riley look! It’s me back when I was still Rebecca!” Amanda beams, showing the rough sketch. In the picture Riley sees Rebecca, getting a big hug from Sam and Kate. On the side of Kate, a somewhat off version of Riley and Sophie are holding hands. On the side of Sam is Wooly.

“Wooly looks a bit lonely huh?” 

“What do you mean, he’s got all of us!” 

“And… he’s still a sheep.” 

“Well… I don’t really know or remember what Wooly looked like when he was human so…” Amanda shrugs. 

“He just looks… left out.” 

“No no you don’t get it at all. See, Sam and Kate are my family, and Wooly is like… my brother… I guess…? And you guys are all my friends! I care about you a WHOLE lot. But like… not as much as my family you know.” 

“Well, me and Sophie are holding hands.” 

“Oh I’m sorry, did you want me to draw you kissing?” 

“Amanda… no… that’s not what I mean…” 

“Hmm… oooooh! I get it! What if I draw his sister?” Amanda suggests, “Remember, we saw her when Wooly’s memories were showing through the tapes that one time?” 

“But she’s… dead…” 

“So is Kate… and I still drew her here!” 

“I guess that’s true.” 

“She’s here in my heart! This picture will never come true anyway!” 

“What do you me-”

“Did you need any watercolors by chance?” Wooly asks. 

“Wooly…” 

“I found them in the living room and-” he sees Amanda glaring at him. “Sorry I’ll go.” Amanda waits till Wooly leaves and closes the door again. 

“It’s a picture… of when we escape…” Amanda sighs. “Well… my ideal of it anyway… you know… that I would be able to live with my dad… and talk to Kate… and hang out with you guys and Wooly… I bet in Wooly’s ideal world… his little sister would still be…” 

“Amanda…” 

“Just… let me have this little dream, okay?” Amanda asks, sounding like she’s going to cry. 

“Of course… but um… hey… Sophie and I were talking and… we were thinking… if we get you and Wooly out of here… we’d adopt you… and you can live with us…” Riley says. Amanda looks at them sadly in silence for bit before saying:

“Riley… if it turns out-” she stops. “Don’t ever mention this to Wooly okay?” 

“Okay…?” 

“Can you promise me something?” 

“Depends…” 

“Can you get me out of here… no matter what it takes?”

“Of course!” 

“Even if it means… will we disappear?” 

“What?”

“If it turns out that we can’t get out of here… back in the real world… if we can’t escape without disappearing… you would still let us out of here right?” 

“Amanda…” 

“You would still set us free, right?” 

“If that’s what you want…” Riley sighs, “if that would put your heart at peace…” Amanda smiles tearfully.

“Thank you Riley… 

“But… What about Wooly?” Riley wonders. Amanda freezes. 

“Would it… be bad if I said… that’s his decision?” Amanda questions, “Like… I don’t want to be here anymore… and while I’d hate to leave him here… I guess I’d get it if he wants to stay… I really am a bad friend huh? Here he is all worried that I’m gonna leave him behind and… if I really had the chance… a real chance to get out of this h--- I’d take it without a second thought.” 

“I mean… it’s complicated…” Riley hears a soft thud outside the door. 

“He’s got every right to be mad at me.” 

“I’m sure he’s not mad at you-”

“He is though… I overheard him talking to Sophie about it. When they had milk and cookies without me.” 

“They did what?” 

“I’m not mad… Wooly clearly just needed some time to himself too… which is why I don’t get why he’s so bent out of shape about me wanting some.” 

“That’s Wooly for you.” Riley sighs, unsure what else to say. 

“And I’ve been so patient with him lately. I know he’s been going through a hard time with his memories and all that. I know he’s not okay but like… I’m not either… and sometimes that’s frustrating because… I want someone to lean on too… It's like he relies on me too much. Like I have to be the strong one all the time.” 

“Am-”

“It’s the worst because he’s the older one! I… I need someone to talk to too… that’s why I like it when you’re around… or when it’s just us… those couple tapes we had… just us… that was great. Not that I don’t like having Wooly around… but every once and a while… I’d like to spend some time without him, you know?” 

“That’s fair…” Riley says.

“Then why does he make me feel like the bad guy?” Amanda wonders. 

“I do not!” Wooly protests on the other side of the door. Amanda walks over to the door and opens it. Wooly falls over on his back. “Oh… whoops. Hi Amanda…” he chuckles nervously. 

“Wooly!” Riley gasps, “You’re still here?” Riley suddenly panics, noticing Amanda looking angry. Really angry. 

“ONE TAPE! ONE FLIPPING TAPE WOOLY! THAT’S ALL I ASKED OF YOU!” Amanda screams, “YOU ACT LIKE THIS EVERY SINGLE TIME! Whenever you want some time to yourself it’s fiiiiine, you can just sneak off without me- but for the love of apples when I wanna have some me-time it’s the end of the world!” Wooly just stands there, kind of stunned. He doesn’t look like he knows what to say, he just looks… kind of angry. 

“Let’s talk about boundaries!” Riley interjects trying to stop another potential feud between them. They are just like siblings I swear. Amanda catches on, she takes a deep breath. 

“It is very important to respect people’s boundaries!” Amanda instructs. “You see, boundaries are rules we set with our friends and family to let them know how we like to be treated!” Amanda starts poking Wooly’s arm. 

“Amanda… Amanda what are you- stop that!” Wooly snaps. Amanda stops poking him.

“See, Wooly told me to stop. He’s setting a boundary.” Amanda explains, “And now I am respecting that boundary. When our boundaries don’t get respected, it can make us very upset. It’s important to explain our boundaries so we don’t get in fights.” Amanda turns to Wooly. “Wooly, I asked you if I could have some alone-time with Riley today. I really wanted to just be left alone. I was setting my boundaries. When you kept coming in and interrupting us, it made me very mad. Can you not do that please?” 

“Ok-okay…” Wooly mumbles awkwardly, rubbing his arm. “I’m sorry…”

“Why did you keep coming in, Wooly?” Riley asks. Wooly seems a bit embarrassed by this question. 

“I just felt… kind of left out and… I’m not really used to having time to myself… I just got… kind of bored… and restless…” 

“You could clean the house.” Amanda suggested. “Plenty of people clean when they’re bored.” 

“But… nothing’s messy.” 

“Then make things messy.” 

“That sounds… wrong.” 

“Look Wooly, I don’t know what to tell you. All I know is that I really want to be left alone right now. Could you please respect that?” Amanda pleads. Wooly nods and leaves the room sadly. Amanda closes the door behind him. 

“You know you could’ve just invited him to draw with us.” 

“No. I’m putting my foot down. I’m setting a boundary.” 

“Good for you Amanda.” Riley says in a congratulatory way. She smiles and returns to coloring in her picture. 

“I didn’t ask you many questions this episode huh?”

“That’s fine.” Riley shrugs. Amanda quietly sits there coloring and Riley resumes their coloring. It’s a peaceful quiet shared between two friends enjoying an activity together. Amanda seems to enjoy this quite a lot, as she is smiling the entire time. Eventually, both their pictures were done. 

“Well you already knew what I drew! It’s all of us! When we escape! Far away from anywhere where Hameln could ever hurt us…” 

“I guess we had the same idea…” Riley smirks, showing their picture close to the screen. “It’s me and Sophie giving you and Wooly a big hug when we get you out of there.” 

“Aww Riley…” Riley couldn’t see her face, but they could hear the happiness in her voice. “I like spending time with you… if… so… when you go promise me you’ll stay safe okay?”

“I promise.”

“Good… and if we can’t escape. Could you just… keep watching the tapes? Keep spending time with us forever… I know it’s a lot to ask.” Riley pulls the picture away and sees Amanda crying a bit. 

“Of course I will. I’d love to.”

“Let’s hang these up.” She smiles tearfully. Before they leave the room Amanda wipes her tears and shouts: “Wooly! I’m done drawing, do you wanna see?” 

“Uuuuh… I’m having a bubble bath right now, maybe later.” 

“You better not use all my bubble bath.” Amanda responds. An awkward silence is heard. 

“Um… enjoy your time with Riley Amanda… I uh… got an errand to run…” 

“One of these days I’m going to drown that sheep.” Amanda grumbles to Riley. The tape changes to the kitchen, where Amanda takes out the drawings from her sketchbook and hangs them up. There are more drawings than what she showed to Riley. There’s one of Amanda and Wooly holding hands in front of a big open door. She doesn’t explain that one. “Thanks for hanging out with me today Riley. Come back soon.” 

“I will.” Riley says. Amanda smiles at them and the tape ends, falling out of the VCR. The title has changed to “Let’s Talk About Boundaries.” Riley turns around and finds two pictures on the table. The one they drew… and Amanda’s picture that says: To Riley and Sophie. Love, Amanda. Under it is the next tape Stargazing. Riley heads upstairs and hangs the picture on Sophie’s fridge. 

“So… how did it go?” 

“We had to teach Wooly a lesson about boundaries before Amanda tried to kill him again.”

“Oh so you can be a responsible adult sometimes then.” 

“Shut up.” Riley laughs. 

“What cute pictures. Amanda drew this one?” 

“Yeah… I don’t know how she managed to give it to me though. I just turned around and it was there… She also changed the episode title.”

“Interesting… I’ll have to write that down in my notebook.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Riley? Do you have to go?” Sophie asks, hugging Riley from behind. 

“This lead… could change everything. It’s… remember when Amanda said that Kate almost found a way for them to leave?” 

“Didn’t we confirm that it won’t work?” 

“Yeah but it was close right? If we find out exactly what that is… we might be able to find a better solution ourselves…” 

“And what’s the end goal here?” 

“Get them out of there…”  

“And defeat Hameln?” 

“I’m going to be honest… I don’t think we can.” 

“Riley…” 

“I mean… Kate and her friend’s couldn’t beat them. Sam couldn’t. The police… the media… Sophie… this cult has existed since the middle ages… thousands of people probably tried to stop them… if they couldn’t… I doubt we could. I just want us to be safe.” 

“So… what’s the plan?”

“Get Amanda and Wooly out of the tapes… even if it means that the most we can do is just free their souls… and the souls of the other kids if we can. Best case scenario we find a way so that Hameln can never do this to anyone again… but defeat Hameln… no… I think it’s best to be as realistic about this as possible.” 

“I guess you’re right.” 

“I think this is the best we can do…” Riley sighs, Sophie looks at them with worry. “We can stop if you want.” 

“What?!” 

“Do you want to give up?” Riley asks, “I don’t want to force you… force us… into danger if you don’t want it.” 

“Riley… but what about Amanda…?” Sophie questions. Riley looks at her sadly. 

“I… I don’t know… I don’t know what to do… I want to help her but…” they glance at Amanda’s picture and the tears start running down. “I don’t know if I can…” Sophie bites her lip. 

“Hey… it’s okay. We will find a way…” Sophie says softly, “And I’ll be right here with you… through it all…” she glances at the calendar. “Actually, why don’t you stay here? I have no work this weekend. You finish the tapes… I’ll go look into that lead for you.” 

“But Sophie-”

“These people all knew me through my mom… but Hameln doesn’t. I won’t be in any danger… and I won’t have to worry about you.”

“It’s just a day Sophie-” 

“Exactly… look at you… look how tired you are.” Sophie claps Riley’s face in her hands, “Let me be a part of this.”  

“Sophie…” 

“Besides… I’m waaaay better at research than you.” She grins, dangling her notebook in Riley’s face. “I’ll be back tomorrow night. Promise. You get some rest… play with Amanda some more. She needs you.” 

“I need you.” Riley responds. Sophie just smiles and gives Riley a kiss on the forehead. 

“This too shall pass. Now let’s watch those secret tapes and see what we can find.” 

Authors Note: Riley is still the main character after all. Guess what? I made an apple pie today :3

Next Tape:

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Blind Spot

hellooooo!! first ficlet that came from this post that’s finished, and i finished it in literally like 5 hours lmao so that’s pretty sick

shoutout @mushiewrites for titling this and helping me brainrot ideas for ALL the ficlets, you’re the realest 😔✊ anyway here’s wonderwall

lee!dream, ler!hannah, ler!sylvee, 1.6k words

enjoy!!

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“Can you even see in that thing?” Sylvee asked curiously, tilting her head up at the taller man before tilting it to the side inquisitively to match her tone of voice. Dream turned his head to face her, squinting in order to make out her facial expression through the very awkward eye holes of the mask he wore. Her eyebrows pinched together, her mouth pulled to one side, and her hand was on her hip as her ankles crossed where she stood to pop said hip out– at least… he’s pretty sure that’s accurate?

“Uh…” He began, tilting his head back and forth as he tried to form a proper answer. “Kinda? It’s, like, hard to see clearly– like I can see forward enough to walk but I can’t see like…” Dream paused to gesture in a circle around him, moving slowly to be careful of hitting anything around him. “I can’t see, like, my peripherals that well. Or, like, above or below my eye line,” Dream finished his explanation, leaving one arm out to his side, and curling the other hand in to gesture to where his eyes were located inside the mask.

“Woah, really?” Sylvee asked, her eyebrows furrowing more as she tilted her head the opposite way at the reply.

“Doesn’t that get, like, super annoying, though?” Hannah asked as she turned back away from the mirror she’d been standing in front of to touch up her hair and makeup between panels, reaching up and smacking Dream’s elbow that was still in the air as she walked past, making him chuckle and look down at her before dropping both his arms back down to his sides.

“Well, I mean… yeah,” Dream agreed, making all three of them chuckle slightly. “But you get used to it after a while, I think. It's really only super annoying when you first put it on or if you bump into something.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Hannah replied with a nod, standing next to Sylvee in front of Dream.

“So, wait,” Sylvee began, taking a few steps to her left and lifting her hand up, holding her pointer finger near the side of the mask. “Can you see my hand right now? Like, just looking straight ahead.”

“Uh–“ Dream began, unsure of himself, straightening his back and trying to see how far his vision could go. “No? I can see– I can see your arm but only up to, like, here,” Dream said, lifting his finger and pointing slightly above Sylvee’s elbow. “After that it just, like… disappears.”

“Hm,” She hummed in thought, before suddenly flicking the forehead of the mask, making Dream jump and flinch back, bringing his hand up to cover the area.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He complained through surprised laughter, and Sylvee laughed with him, throwing her head back as she did so and pointing at him mockingly. As they both cooled back down, Hannah stepped in front of him again, closer this time.

“Wait, Dream,” She began, and he turned his head back to her again. “Keep looking straight!” She scolded, and he immediately tilted his head back up, holding his hands up in surrender. “Okay, can you see mine?”

“No,” He replied quickly, shaking his head. “I can’t even see where your arm is like I could with Sylvee’s.”

“Wait, really? You can’t see this at all?” She asked, and Dream watched her shoulder move from the very bottom of his line of vision, and he could only assume that meant she was moving her arm.

“Not at all,” He confirmed, putting his hands at his sides again.

“Interesting… So you wouldn’t be able to see me do this?” Hannah asked, and suddenly there were five nails scratching at his tummy over his hoodie, and he swore if he didn’t know where she was standing he would’ve head-butted Hannah square in the face with his quickly he gasped and doubled over.

“FUCK–“ He yelped, stumbling back away from her cruel hand and covering his tummy with one palm flat against it, his other hand extended out in front of him to stop her from repeating the action. “What the fuck, Hannah!”

“Oh, don’t even be like that, you KNOW you would’ve done the same if you had that good of an opportunity!” She defended, and he glanced up at her long enough to watch her cross her arms over her chest and take another step towards him. “Don’t, don’t do it again! Stay away, idiot–“ He protested, but was cut off by another gasp and jump that sent him back to a standing position when he felt a set of hands gently rest on his back and one on his arm.

“Wait, I wanna try too!” Sylvee joined in, walking around to be in front of Dream as well, pulling her hands away with her. Dream looked down at her and shook his head, expression pleading but impossible to see through the mask.

“No, do–“

“Keep looking up!” Sylvee scolded, reaching up and using her fingers gently placed under the button of the mask, roughly where his chin would be, to push his head back abruptly, causing him to lose his words for a moment. She kept her hand there, keeping his head tilted up even through his giddy, nervous giggles.

“Sylvee, no, we’re not trying anything, both of you just– just don’t–“ He continued, pressing both hands flat against his stomach to keep himself covered, but suddenly there was a hand on his side, squeezing twice before skittering nails up and down the area. “NO! Stohohop!” He giggled out, throwing his hands to the side to try to dislodge Sylvee’s, but all he got in return was her hand poking sporadically around his side, so quickly that he couldn’t find where she was at any point to stop her– especially without being able to see her. “STOP– stop, stohop, dohohon’t! Oh my gohohod, Syhylvehehee!” He whined through his laughter, and he managed to shake his head away from her hand so he could look down and collect himself. He stumbled backwards again, gasping and looking behind him when his butt hit something, realizing he was backed up against one of the booths in the waiting room. Then, the poking returned– two hands this time– and he realized how badly he had trapped himself. “Oh, nohoho!”

“That wasn’t really your smartest move, was it, Dream?” Sylvee teased gently, making Dream shake his head, squeezing his eyes shut behind the mask. He curled up slightly, doubling over the tiniest bit, and squealing loudly when another set of hands joined in the poking, all over his tummy and other side now.

“Hahahannahahah!” Dream managed through his laughter, his voice much higher than usual, curling his arms in towards his sides and still batting around aimlessly to try and push either of them away.

“This is so fun, why don’t we do this more often?” Sylvee asked nonchalantly, casually draping one arm over Dream’s shoulder and continuing her non-stop poking with the other hand.

“Shuhuhut uhuhup!”

“He’s probably soooo red under that mask, too, right, Dream?” Hannah asked, leaning in to direct her attention right at Dream’s face, making sure he could see her if his eyes were open beneath the mask. Even with the opaque material shielding his face, he still felt the need to whip his head around to look away from her, clamping his mouth shut to hide his giggles as much as he could.

“Mhm, and no one will know but the three of us!” Sylvee replied, placing one deliberate poke above the area of his hip bone, which made him yelp and flinch away from her. This, of course, only brought him closer to Hannah, who had intended to do the same thing, but due to his movement, ended up placing the poke just barely to the right of his belly button. This made him squeal even louder, and he curled his hands around himself and shook his head.

“OKAHAY! Okahahay, plehehease, stohohop! I’ve hahahad enohohough!” He whined, sliding down the booth he was leaning against until he was sat on the floor. Dramatically, he let himself go limp, dropping his head to the side until it landed against Hannah’s thigh, then doing the same with his opposite arm until it landed against Sylvee’s ankle. To push the dramatics even further, he put on his shakiest voice, pretending to cry, sniffling a few times. “You guys killed me. You’re gonna have to find a new teammate.” He faked a cough for dramatic effect, making both girls laugh at his ridiculousness. “Tell… tell Harvey… he was always my favorite…”

“Wow. I’m crushed, really,” Hannah replied through her laughter, making both Dream and Sylvee laugh further at her reply. “Come on, idiot. If you make us late for this event with your one-man acting production I will actually kill you.” She took a step away, reaching her hand down to help him up. He didn’t take it at first, so she made a grabby hand motion towards him, still getting nothing.

“Sylvee would save me. She cares about me,” He said with another sniffle, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No I wouldn’t. Now get up.” She flicked her head to the side, motioning for him to stand up, and he let out a dramatic sigh, reaching up to grab Hannah’s hand, before reaching his other one up to insinuate he wanted Sylvee to offer hers as well. “Oh my god. You’re so ridiculous,” She said fondly, but put her hand out anyway to help him up.

Dream brushed himself off, adjusting the mask on his head with the help of the other two, and all three of them made their way towards the arena their Twitch Rivals event was located in with smiles on their faces– no pun intended, of course.

[msfantasy-anime]

My Little Brothers Wife

Monkey D. Luffy x Wife!Reader x Platonic!Sabo

Request: a requested short story on Koala delivering the news of Y/n’s bounty to Sabo.

Part IV

Koala’s head leans back, letting the cool breeze blow out the strands of hair from her face. A moment of peace shattered when a rolled up news paper drops from a sky delivery, right into Koala’s lap, spraying the pages everywhere.

“Freakin birds I swear-“ Koala’s quite cursing halts seeing a wanted poster Monkey. Y/n, 100,000,000 berries, your full photo on display for all its glory. “WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?! WHAT?!” She screams to her self, haphazardly strewing the news articles until she locates the bounty explanation.

Monkey. Y/n, wanted dead or alive for a 100,000,000 berries after brutally assaulting a Marine Officer for implying husband, Monkey D. Luffy, of negative behaviour. Y/n’s unprovoked attack and straw hat pirate association has earned her a large bounty for a new comer. It is yet to be confirmed if Y/n is part of the straw hat crew or acts independently.

Koala bolted throughout the hideout with the wanted poster in hand to the only man with an explanation. “SABO!” Koala yells, shoving the wanted poster so close to Sabo’s face, all he could manage to see was a big ‘W’. “Look at this! Can you believe this? I thought we were friends and she didn’t even bother inviting me to the wedding! Did you know she got married?! Why wouldn’t she tell me?!” Koala pouted.

“Calm down a second would’ya. I can’t even see what you’re talking about.” Pulling the poster from Koala’s hand, she retreats with her arms crossed over her chest, a grumpy expression holding stead.

Monkey. Y/n.

A small smirk breaks across his lips. It’s good to see your still alive and well, and wrecking havoc like you swear you wouldn’t when you last met.

Figures.

“Well Koala, what do you want me to say? I even officiated their marriage.” He says with a taunting smile, making Koala gasp in betrayal. “Relax, those two have been married for 12 years now.”

“12 years?! But they’re only-wait… 12 minus… hey, that doesn’t make any sense! You’re saying they got ‘married’ when they were only kids? So it’s not real.”

“No. It’s real.” Sabo says smiling softly once again as he looks at the wanted bounty. “That’s my little brothers wife.”

“So, you’ve got a bounty now.” Sabo says into the transponder snail.

“I got a what?!” You yell back into the snail, the volume of your exclamation causes the sound waves to crackle.

“It reads Monkey. Y/n wanted dead or alive for 100 million berries.” Sabo says which only makes you scoff.

“I didn’t even do anything! How did I get that large of a bounty?!”

“It says you assaulted a marine officer.”

“……he had it coming! No one talks trash about Luffy. Man, this is so embarrassing, now the world thinks I’m married to that loveable doofus.”

“At least you finally have a family name right?“ The transponder line turns silent. Sabo knows you well enough that your smiling. But what he wasn’t expecting to hear what you admitted next.

“Yeah … it is actually. Monkey is a cool last name…and now it’s mine.”

“Seems like Luffy finally worn you down huh? So, will you join his crew?”

“I decided that-“ a loud explosion sounds off in the background. “THE SHIP IS UNDER ATTACK! Ugh! I gotta go Sabo, I’ll talk to you later.”

[fandomflux33]

The above is a joke, and it’s funny, but it reminded me of how parents will be like: “you can’t do that thing I disapprove of because I paid for everything you have.” And it’s like-? No shit Sherlock? I’m a child. I can’t earn enough money to buy a house, I just got here. Also, you paid for this room, but I live in it, sleep in it, arrange and put things in it, made it my own, and we call it “my room.”

Same goes for things funded by rich people. You may legally own it because you paid for it, rich boy, but it sure as hell ain’t yours in spirit. Did you hand-carve the siding? Cut the wood? Mine the metal? No. You paid people to do that with money you skimmed off their paychecks.

It’s the Justice League’s watchtower because they live there. It’s the bat kids’ manor because they live there.

If powerful people gift us communal things, as true no-strings attached gifts, they can’t claim ownership later when it suits them.

I love Batman’s and the batfam’s characters as fictional blorbos, but honestly, y’all forget sometimes that if Bats were real he’d be the 1%.

Eat the rich doesn’t stop applying. ACAB doesn’t stop applying (side-eyes Dick Grayson and Jim Gordon). Punitive Justice and the prison system are still unethical (as fun as it is to see fictional characters beat up bad guys). Exclusively sexist depictions of women is still bad (looks at the sexualization of Asian and middle eastern women -particularly Cass and Talia, looks at Barbara Gordon being fridge-d and then her disability retconned, looks at Steph only getting like 2 months as Robin before her character was assassinated, looks at Catwoman who has frankly never not been sexualized). Child abuse and endangerment is still not cool (Every Robin ever).

*Looks around at fandom content.* Wait. All the problems I listed are like 50-80% of the cannon. Sure, there are versions of the characters where these problems are fixed, but why not just follow a story that doesn’t have those problems baked in to begin with? I don’t actually like having to excuse and build elaborate cannon connections to explain WHY my blorbo did twelve dozen blatantly unethical things and why I’m still hopelessly attached to them as a character. There’s a difference between a character being problematic for the sake of complexity, and the writing itself being problematic. For a series with such an expansive fandom, history, and writer’s base, where should I draw the line between the two? Is Batman still recognizable as a character without his wealth? Without his police commissioner friend? Without violence and child endangerment? If I took all those things away, would I still love the character? Like, building the connections and explanations is enrichment for my enclosure, but it sure doesn’t make me feel good to love a franchise that seems to perpetuate so many harmful ideas.

*falls to knees, screams at sky* Why am I in this fandom?!?

Hm. Well, There’s a lot of good there, too. You can draw out so much good from these characters. Batman as being actively against the police in the cartoon and several iterations, JLA Batman being kind-hearted, Batman’s gadgets and schemes preventing violence where possible, Batman’s found family of Robins being empowering for children from bad circumstances, Barbara Gordon/Oracle being a feminist icon and a role model for girls with disabilities. Vigilante Justice itself being anti-establishment, the dark creatures that lurk in the shadows being the heroes, and this collection of traumatized human beings being able to help and improve the lives of others, the powerful being duty-bound to improve the lives of others. That’s all fantastic.

Idk. How do y’all reconcile the multitudes contained within the Batman franchise?

How do you build something good from a cannon which is historically based in abusive systems?

Do you ever just wanna go apeshit?

the thing is like, the batkids give Bruce SO much shit in his own damn house. his house, his cave, with his suits and tech.

[blissfullyapillow]

I just want you by my side

I just want you by my side

Genshin Impact

Kamisato Ayato x gn reader

wc: 680

Notes: hurt/comfort, fluff, super self indulgent, sometimes it’s nice to just have someone be there for you in a time of need without asking you so many questions, but they show you they care in their own way ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉωヽ｡)ﾟ｡

Back to Masterlist A

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I hold my head in my hands as I try to mask my obvious frustration. I fail miserably when a choked out sob escapes my lips, and I feel embarrassment wash over me as I quickly look up.

I notice the way his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t turn around to look at me.

Thank goodness.

I use the opportunity to make a swift escape, all the while holding back a sea of tears. Before I can walk through the door, his arm hooks around my waist; he prevents me from fleeing.

“And where do you think you’re going?” His soft voice conveys his gentle concern as his hand soothingly rubs my arm.

I can’t answer him or I’ll break.

He doesn’t push for an answer. Instead he swivels me around, purposefully averting his eyes so he doesn’t see my face, and pulls me against his chest.

“One of the subordinates thought it would be funny to have a contest. It was a good idea since it involved cleaning, but I was horrified when I walked into a room to see soap suds covering every surface as they threw bubbles at each other. Thankfully things improved when Thoma slipped over the soap suds and landed in a pile of blankets. When he stood up some of the soap suds covered his face which gave him a funny looking beard. Ayaka walked by and couldn’t contain her laughter, and the flustered look on Thoma’s face was better than any scolding I could’ve given them.”

His story is so random but it’s comforting to hear his angelic voice, so I hum in acknowledgement. “There’s this romance series that was just released. It seems like something you’d like. The premise is a girl who acts as a secretary for her boss. The boss is rumored to be bold and intimidating, so the boss chooses to send their secretary to do their bidding. The boss’ financial advisor ends up walking in on a meeting with the secretary and their boss, but the secretary is alone. It’s revealed that the secretary is the boss and was just pretending to be a secretary to avoid some… inconveniences.” Ayato finishes his explanation and waits for my reply.

“How does that sound like something I’d like? It sounds so dumb.” My voice cracks and my bottom lip is trembling, but I snort at how stupid the plot line sounds. Ayato hums thoughtfully to himself but he continues to explain the premise of the show. “Well, the secretary ends up ‘quitting’ once her secret is revealed and properly acts as the boss. The financial advisor acts as her right hand since he’s the only one who learned of her secret and well- It seems interesting enough to give it a chance. Wouldn’t you agree?” Ayato prompts me for a response, but he doesn’t rush me for an answer.

“Alright. Wanna cuddle on the couch and watch it with me?” I ask him.

“I’d love nothing more..” Despite how sad I feel, his words warm my heart.

That’s how I end up on the couch with Ayato, laughing at the highly enjoyable romance series. At some point I end up curled against him, my entire body clinging to his arm as his free hand plays with my hair.

At some point I silently cry against his sleeve as the show continues to play, and he quietly remains by my side through it all.

Once I finish crying I feel a bit better, and I gain the courage to look at Ayato’s face.

His eyes easily meet mine and they sparkle as he wipes the remaining tears from my face. He plants a sweet kiss against my forehead before looking back at the TV screen. He chastises the financial aid for botching his kabedon attempt, only for the boss to turn the tables and outdo him.

I finally feel like I can laugh without holding back tears, and that’s when my night finally begins to improve.

Eating my favorite snacks with Ayato on the couch, watching a surprisingly good romance series.

[albakore]

Away From Home

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Thoma/Tohma (fem!reader) (fic)

Synopsis: (office!au) Even your boss Zhongli has moments where self control goes out the window to make way for carnal desires.

Warnings: not sfw (18+) reverse harem, (an orgie?), semi public sex again, creampie, oral (giving), petnames (angel, princess, gem), squirting, umm? did i miss anything?, not proofread because im lazy if you catch any errors feel free to shoot me an ask,

A/N: This is a part two to Office Adventures but t's not necessary that you read it before this. I don't know if people were expecting a direct continuation of the last one but I took some creative liberty because I felt like that would be boring and instead created a whole new scenario, I hope you all enjoy it just the same!

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The sexual tension in the office since that (ahem) eventful meeting had been nothing short of palpable, as Lisa had been ever so kind to point out. Even Jean and Eula were starting to grow frustrated with the way Childe and Kaeya made it painstakingly obvious their lust for you, and as you explained to Jean apologetically, they just wouldn't seem to take your request to tone it down seriously. Though you couldn't deny that even you often found your mind wandering as you sat alone in your office, frequently coming to remember the way you wobbled out of the meeting room that day, cunt quivering and leaking cum.

Luck seemed to be on Jean's side however, because this week you found yourself away from the office on an important regional business conference accompanied by none other than the men themselves, leaving her alone in charge of the office for a few days. The adventure of being in a new place was always exciting; there was light in your eyes as your plane touched down just outside the city, the skyline stood shimmering off in the distance. Though, as Diluc so gracefully reminded you, this was not a vacation but a business trip and most of your time would be consumed by meetings and other work-related affairs.

"(Name)!" You heard someone call from behind you. You were walking back to the hotel after another boring day of drifting in and out of meetings with people you hardly knew and topics you hardly cared about.

"Hm?" Your head turned to see three familiar figures waving at you as they approached.

"Care to join us for dinner? It'll be our treat." Childe asked once they had caught up to you, falling into step beside you.

"Where are you guys going?" You asked. You silently took in the appearance of the boys beside you. You hadn't gotten a chance to see them all day since you greeted them at the complimentary hotel breakfast bar this morning, and you had to admit they cleaned up nicely. You admired the three's formal dress, remembering the way Zhongli had specifically lectured them on the importance of appearance at an event like this. You notes Thoma's expensive looking watch and Kaeya's tailored button-up shirt that was, of course, unbuttoned halfway now that the workday was over. Childe had his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder, one hand holding the jacket the other shoved in his pocket.

"Mr. Zhongli found this fancy looking French restaurant a few blocks away, he wanted us to get there before we missed our reservation time." Thoma answered.

"Where is he?" You asked, taking note of his and Diluc's absence from the group.

"He and Diluc got caught up in some last minute business they had to attend to. It's times like these I don't envy the higher up positions of our company's cofounders." Kaeya answered you this time. "No matter how attractive the pay increase may seem, I can only handle so much overtime."

"You can say that again." Childe chuckled in agreeance, "I can't tell you how many times I've left the office only to come back in the morning and find Zhongli still hunched over some paperwork."

"Hey, guys, I think this is the place." Thoma motioned to the building you were approaching, and you immediately realized that 'fancy looking' was an understatement. "Will you be joining us, Lady (Name)?" Thoma questioned, extending his hand as an invitation to you.

"I don't see why not." You flashed him a smile before placing your hand in his, allowing him to tug you along. Kaeya opened the door for you, gesturing to allow you to step inside first. You were awestruck by the inside -- if you thought ���fancy looking’ was an understatement for the outside, then the inside could be described as nothing short of grandiose. There were round tables covered in white cloth and fancy silverware, a fountain sat in the middle of the room behind the hostess desk and elegant trimmings lining the staircase off on the far side of the room. You quickly quelled your shocked expression as the hostess approached you.

"We have a reservation for six under the name Zhongli." Childe told her. "We'll have two more joining us later."

She checked her ledger and quickly crossed off the name. "Right this way, sir." She said to Childe with a polite smile. She led your group away from the main room, opening the door to a nicely decorated single-table room with a pleasant and romantic vibe, most likely accredited to the soft lighting.

“Thank you.” Childe told her as you four took your seats. One side of the table had booth-style seating and the other side had individual chairs. She closed the door with a click, and before you knew it you were sat in between Kaeya and Childe on the booth side, with Thoma directly across from you. You picked up a menu and began flipping through it to get a feel for what items might interest you. Before long, Childe’s hand had found its way onto your thigh. You looked down at it before looking back at him, a silent prompt for an explanation. “What?” He inquired mischievously, thumb rubbing your skin gently.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could your server opened the door with a brief knock. Childe’s hand stayed firmly in place as the server introduced themselves before asking if they could get you guys anything to drink. Thoma and Childe ordered regular fountain drinks, and requested two extra waters be brought out preemptively for Diluc and Zhongli whenever they should arrive.

“Ah yes may I have a glass of your finest red wine.” Kaeya asked with a smile once it came his time to order, earning a look from you. “What? It’s coming out of Diluc’s pocket not mine, might as well make good use of it.”

"And I'll have a..." You started, feeling Childe's hand inch upwards as the servers gaze remained fixed on you. "Just a r-regular glass of water please." You managed to force out while trying to ignore the growing feeling of need that Childe's attention was causing you. You smiled at the server as they stated that they'd be right back with your drinks.

Moments after the server left, Thoma's phone started buzzing. He answered it and paused for a few moments before he stepped away saying something about needing to meet Diluc and Zhongli in the lobby. That left you alone trapped in a booth with two mischievous gazes focused on you. "I must say, (Name)," Childe started, "you look absolutely stunning tonight. You really took Zhongli's 'Dress to Impress' speech to heart it seems." His flirty demeanor was predictable, earning a chuckle and an eye roll from you. His fingers were tracing patterns into the flesh of your inner thigh, head resting in his other hand as he studied you. You felt Kaeya's arm snake around your torso, hand coming to rest on your hip.

"He's right, you should wear this outfit more often." Kaeya whispered into your ear.

“You know, typically you’re supposed to wine and dine me before you-“ A knock resonated from the door, cutting you off and causing Kaeya to pull away from you but neither him nor Childe made any effort to remove their hands from where they were situated. The server entered with the table’s drinks on a tray, dishing them out to their respective spots on the table before asking if anybody was ready to order. Kaeya told them politely that we would wait for the rest of the group to join us first, and with that they turned and exited the room again.

You watched as Kaeya reached for his no doubt expensive wine, taking a sip and letting out a satisfied hum. "This wine is absolutely divine, it's not often I get the chance to indulge in such luxury. Would you like to try some, angel?" Kaeya asked you while his fingertips traced your hips.

"Sure." You hummed back, reaching out to grab the glass but Kaeya stopped your hand. You looked at him quizzically, watching as he dipped two fingers into the glass and let the crimson liquid pool at his fingertips. He brought his fingers to your lips, waiting for you to part them. You did, but only ever so slightly, letting your tongue drag along his slender fingers with a hum of delight as you maintained eye contact with him. Once upon a time you may have been flustered by his actions, but ever since the incident in the meeting room you have become no stranger to these types of occurrences. You pulled away before pressing a kiss to the pads at the tip of his finger.

"Divine indeed, captain." You added teasingly, the nickname a reference to a costume he wore to a halloween party last year that had caught on and stuck around even months after. You watched his unreadable expression closely as you awaited his response. He grabbed your face, tugging you toward him so he could plant a firm kiss on your lips while he caressed your cheek gently. You felt Childe's hand inch upward yet again further and further before finally reaching your clothed sex. Your breath hitched as Kaeya deepened the kiss, Childe rubbing you through thin material at a teasingly slow pace. You shifted your hips, trying to gain more friction from his fingers.

Kaeya pulled back from the kiss to let you catch your breath. "You know, there is one thing that would make this wine taste better." He kissed along your jaw and down your neck, breath fanning your skin as he continued. "If I could pour it over your chest and lick it off of you, slowly, inch by inch while you squirmed under my touch. That would make this experience undeniably perfect." You felt a shiver run down your spine, hand intertwining with his hair. As if working in tandem with Kaeya, Childe took this opportunity to slip his fingers past the barrier of fabric, your slick making his fingers run smoothly over your folds. Your free hand extended over to Childe's lap so you could palm him through his pants, thumb caressing the imprint of his erection. He let a breathy moan right next to your ear, fingers slipping into your heat.

"This is our reserved room, correct?" Zhongli’s voice resonated from just outside the door before the door swung open. He stepped in, followed by Diluc and Thoma. Your eyes met with Zhongli's as you tried futilely to push the lustful duo off of you. You filled with embarrassment when you thought about how sleazy you must look with Kaeya's lips attached to your neck and Childe's fingers squelching in and out of you. "Thoma, switch with (name), please. Evidently these two are incapable of practicing self control."

"W-what?" You protested, stomach sinking at the thought of disappointing your boss.

"Seriously, you two wouldn't know good timing if it hit you in the face. Your hotel rooms are literally a few yards away from each other." Diluc scoffed, tossing his suit coat over the back of his chair before pulling it out and sitting in it.

Childe pulled away from you, frowning at Diluc's words. "If I'm not mistaken, it was you who was moaning her name last night while you were alone in the shower, no?"

"And if I'm not mistaken, I'm still your boss. Watch how you talk to me." Diluc shot back immediately, crossing his arms over his chest. You scooted out of the booth, over Childe's lap, effectively pulling away from the two.

"Sorry.." You fiddled nervously with the hem of your skirt, still trying to recover from the embarrassment.

"You misunderstand me, gem, I'm not upset at you in the slightest." Zhongli smoothed over some of your hair comfortingly. "I specifically had a talk with these two about keeping things professional on this trip. This has nothing to do with you or your actions." You stared at him for a second before nodding. You took your place in between Zhongli and Diluc, directly across from where you had been previously sitting.

"How did your meetings go?" Zhongli asked you, tone much softer than the one he had just taken with Childe and Kaeya.

"They were boring for the most part, I managed to make a few connections though so that's good. What about you?" You responded, tuning out Diluc and Childe's bickering in the background.

"Stressful, I had many presentations to give, and only few bode over well."

"That's just how it goes." Thoma chimed in. "Tomorrow is a new day filled with new opportunity, I'm sure you'll do better."

"Stressful, eh? Fortunately for you, I know of the perfect way to relieve stress." Kaeya, ever the troublemaker, fixed his gaze on you pointedly for a few seconds to allow his point to get across. He just couldn't help himself when the ball was set up fo perfectly for him to spike it. You studied Zhongli's expression, his face remaining stoic as he processed Kaeya's innuendo.

"Unfortunately, the rules I set for you two apply to me as well. It would be wholly unfair to not hold myself to the same standard I hold my staff." Zhongli answered effortlessly. Seems like all these years of press conferences seemed to have really sharped his ability to form charismatic responses. Wait, 'unfortunately'?

"C'mon, Zhongli, (name)'s had eyes for us just as much as we've had eyes for them. You should see the look they get on their face when they're alone in their office." Childe laughed after ending his bickering session with Diluc. Your eyes went wide at that, having whole-heartedly believed you were being careful about when to indulge in your fantasies. "Besides, doesn't fucking them senseless sound like the perfect pick-me-up after a long day of meetings."

Zhongli seemed like he was still struggling to process his comment, resolve chipping with every second. He couldn't deny the nights he spent replaying the image of you bent over that table while he pleasured himself, and tonight was shaping up to be no different -- well, that would have been the case had he not attended this dinner. His eyes shifted over to you, inner turmoil apparent in them. Evidently, your response would be the deciding factor that pushed Zhongli to either side of the fence.

"He's not wrong." You shrugged, offering Zhongli a small smile. It was a simple sentence, only three words and yet… You watched his expression darken in that moment, his half hard erection already apparent in his pants.

"Thoma," you immediately noted the way his voice seemed to have dropped an octave. His gaze never once left yours.

"Yes boss?" Thoma responded almost instantly.

"Lock the door." Zhongli growled. Your heart skipped a beat, you felt heat rush straight to your core. The way Zhongli was looking at you made you feel bare even though not a single article of clothing had been removed from your form, at least not yet.

"The waitress is going to come back to place our order though." Diluc seemed to be the only voice of reason in this scenario. Thoma returned, scooting back into his spot in the booth, forcing Childe to be the one trapped in the middle this time. "That's gonna look awfully suspicious."

"Frankly, I can't seem to bring myself to care about that right now." Zhongli stood from his seat. He turned toward you, motioning for you to stand as well. "We'll tell them I had an important announcement that I didn't want getting interrupted or something." He lifted you at the hips and set you down on the table, placing himself in between your legs and pulling your core to meet his crotch. His lips caught yours, deep and breathtaking, as his hands roamed over your body. He tugged your shirt to untuck it until his fingers came into contact with the hem. He pulled it up, breaking the kiss to allow him to discard your shirt.

You found yourself rocking against him as his lips worked down your neck and chest. A new pair of hands hooked themselves under your bra clasp. You looked back to see Childe's arm extended. He pushed the straps off your arms, allowing the bra to fall away and expose your breasts. The cool air made your nipple perk instantly. You felt Childe's hands tug you down gently, allowing your back to lay against the cool cloth. You looked over to see Diluc's hands full of your table's drinks as he set them off to the side to avoid any accidents. Thoma eagerly took one of your nipples into his mouth while Kaeya's cold hand cupped the other.

Childe scooted the table away from him to provide him with the room to stand up. Your cheeks burned as you found yourself face to face with his still clothed erection. He chuckled at your expression, fingers caressing your cheek. He let his pointer finger trail delicately down your jaw to your chin, and then from your chin down your exposed neck. You shivered slightly at the way it tickled.

You felt someone tug down your skirt and your underwear, cool air rushing over your core. Zhongli had managed to free his member from his pants and was pumping himself outside of your field of vision. His other hand was pressed to your hip. He admired the way your chest heaved. Thoma and Kaeya littered your skin with bite marks and kisses. You watched intently as Childe followed in Zhongli's lead, freeing himself from his pants. Your lips parted slightly in anticipation, breath fanning the tip of Childe's dick with every exhale. Zhongli lined himself up with your entrance, you clenched your fists when you felt his tip push in. He sunk the rest of the way into you, a sigh of relief falling from his lips. He silently thanked Kaeya and Childe for prepping you so well before he had even arrived. Childe repeated this same process with your lips, slowly sinking into your mouth and relishing the feeling of your warm tongue wrapping around him.

The men both started thrusting at the same time but at very different paces. Childe was eager and less restrained, holding you steady while he fucked your face. He was also louder, not seeming to care if the staff or other patrons heard how good you were making him feel. Zhongli on the other hand was slower, drawing all the way out of you before slamming back into you. Though, after a few moments he seemed to compromise with himself and picked up the pace slightly, only drawing partially out of you, but still enough to let you feel his tip hit deep inside of you with each powerful thrust. You felt Diluc's familiar fingers come into contact with your clit, rubbing you in just the right way to make you clench around Zhongli and moan around Childe. Diluc left kisses all over your lower half, his long hair spilling over his shoulder and tickling your stomach.

The lewd sounds of slapping and kissing and sucking were all that could be heard in the room, along with Childe’s occasional unrestrained noises of pleasure. He moaned your name, head thrown back and mouth agape. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, and they only seemed to glow brighter the closer he got to cumming. Childe's pace became sloppy and erratic as he drew near to his own orgasm, thrusts becoming shallow as he chased euphoria. He pulled out right as he hit his high point so he could paint your chest with his cum. He moaned your name particularly loudly as he did, using his own hand to slowly lower himself down from his peak.

Kaeya pulled back and marveled at the marks he left on your skin, the imprints of his teeth visible in several spots. "My turn already?" He hummed, fingers tracing over the splotches and bruises on your skin. "A shame, I wasn't finished with my work of art yet." He stood up nonetheless as Childe fell back on the seat behind him, still trying to catch his breath. Kaeya quickly took his place, much to Thoma's disappointment. Kaeya's signature smirk hadn't left his face once while he admired the way your breasts glistened with a mixture of sweat and cum. He slowly undid the button to his pants, pushing them partially down his legs before moving to his underwear. You swear his cock bounced when it sprang free, tip flushed and absolutely beautiful. It seems this man truly didn't have an ugly bone in his body.

You felt Zhongli slowly coming undone inside you too, his cock twitching more and more every time he pushed himself into your smooth walls, even more so whenever Diluc's added stimulation made you clench around him. You felt yourself rock against his fingers, your own climax on the horizon. Zhongli gave one final thrust into you before you felt him spill his hot seed into you, his fingers digging into your hips in an attempt to ground himself. You moaned at the feeling of your walls being coated white. Kaeya took this as an opportunity to muffle you with his cock. He stuffed your mouth full of him, watching in a sort of satisfied sadistic fashion as you choked slightly on his length.

Zhongli pulled out of you after he finished cumming, panting heavily. You whined around Kaeya's cock at the loss of contact, hole clenching desperately around nothing. You squirmed your hips and mewled, hoping someone would get your wordless plea for some form of stimulation. Diluc, ever so observant, was the first one to pick up on your discomfort. "Aw, does my little princess want to be filled up again?" He asked tauntingly. "Do you want my cock inside of you?" His fingers continued to push you toward your orgasm. He chuckled at the way you jerked your hips into his touch, whines becoming louder still even with your mouth full of Kaeya's erection. As he felt your body start to tense, he withdrew his hand from your clit before you could cum. You pressed your thighs together while a groan left your lips, feeling frustrated tears well up in your eyes.

Diluc switched spots with Zhongli and unzipped his pants loud enough to get the anticipation in your stomach building rapidly. You heard fabric bunching and shuffling, and in turn took advantage of the adrenaline rush you were getting to eagerly please Kaeya. You hollowed your cheeks and allowed your tongue to work over him, lewd sucking noises escaping your lips. Kaeya groaned in response, his grip on your head tightening still as he bucked his hips into you frantically. You felt Zhongli's rough hands run over the skin of your breasts, centering on the nipples. You felt him wipe some of Childe's cum off you, and moments later the feeling of his fingers got replaced with his tongue as he sucked slightly on the soft flesh.

You sucked in a sharp breath when you felt Diluc's tip at your entrance, face contorting as you prepared for him to stretch you out just like Zhongli had. You paused as he pushed in -- not all the way, just an inch or so -- to truly revel in the feeling the he was providing you. He sunk in a little bit more to let you get used to the feeling of him in your tight sex, he was a little more girthy than Zhongli. Finally, he pushed into you until he bottomed out, filling your cunt to the brim with his member. A quiet groan escaping his lips; you would give anything to see the blissful look on his face right now.

You squirmed as he started to move. He went slowly at first, letting himself become coated in your slick to make his job easier. He took a few moments to find a good rhythm, one that was much different from Zhongli's. He was steady and consistent, pulling out an inch or two only to push back into you. He lifted one of your legs to give him a better angle, you let out a muffled moan as his tip kissed your sweet spot. Kaeya groaned again at the vibration of your voice. You felt Kaeya’s thumb press slightly against the center of your throat where he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you. You swallowed around him as he gave his last few thrusts before he was sent over the edge, cumming in spurts over your tongue. He let out a long moan that you wanted to keep on repeat forever.

You caught sight of Thoma eagerly awaiting his chance to feel your mouth around him. Kaeya pulled out slowly, stepping to the side (albeit a little bit grudgingly) to let Thoma have his turn. Thoma has already freed himself, precum leaking from the tip. He seemed a little nervous as he found himself finally aligned with your awaiting mouth. “Are you sure this is alright?” He asked, closely watching your face for signs of discomfort. His gentleness was refreshing after the way Kaeya and Childe so unceremoniously face-fucked you.

You giggled, kissing his tip causing his ears to flush red. “Mhm, of course. You’re so good for me~” His eyes went wide at your praise. You let your mouth hang open as an invitation for him to enter you, a high pitched whine escaping him almost immediately after sinking into you. He cupped your head gently, pulling out of you slowly before pushing back into you, truly appreciating the stimulation you were giving him.

Kaeya truly could never sit still with an opportunity so grand in front of him. His fingers found their way to toy with your clit, his cold fingers making you squirm under his touch. Childe, who was still on the couch, had gotten hard again and was pumping himself as he watch you slowly get your holes stuff full of cum. You moaned as Diluc’s dick hit your sweet spot again and again, Kaeya’s cold fingers causing your head to spin. You could feel your orgasm coming fast, and it felt like it was going to be an intense one. You arched your back off the table, whines becoming increasingly more frequent the more pressure built up. Diluc also seemed to be nearing his release, you could always tell by the way he moaned your name. A few more thrusts into you was all it took for you to come undone. You cried out, thighs quivering as you squirted all over Kaeya’s fingers and Diluc’s cock alike. Diluc followed a few seconds after, burying himself inside of you as he came hard, eyes intently watching the sight of you during and after your orgasm.

Thoma’s cock twitched as he watched you make a mess over Diluc’s cock, his breathy moans of your name getting louder and louder. He knew it wouldn’t take long for him to finish, not with the way your tongue traced his veins and your hand assisting him with whatever he couldn’t fit in your mouth. You felt the knot come undone and Thoma’s sweet cum flooded your mouth. He pulled out, gently wiping the spit from your face.

The room was filled with nothing but the sound of heavy breathing as everyone came down from their highs. Zhongli was even nice enough to grab your water from where Diluc had set them off to the side and offer you some as he dabbed away some of your sweat with a napkin. Diluc finally pulled his now softened member out of you, admiring the way your cum-filled hole leaked. He had to fight the urge to fuck every last drop back into you.

A knock resonated from the door, causing everyone in the room to freeze. “Um, sorry to interrupt,” the servers voice sounded meekly from outside the door, “you guys reservation time is up…” You cringed at the idea of having to walk back to your hotel room in this state, legs still wobbly and cum all over you.

“I supposed to ‘important announcement’ excuse won’t work now..” If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Zhongli sounded amused. “No need to fret, I’ll just pay them a generous tip to overlook this little.. endeavor.”

“You mean I’ll pay the tip.” Diluc cut in flatly. You all were lucky the company had the money to be avoiding scandals like this or else you’d all be done for. Maybe he could convince you to, uh, thank him for it later…

[mylovesstuffs]

Seungcheol’s letter…

Unfortunately, my friends don’t have hot brothers. In fact, most of them are single children, which is honestly just tragic for me. But IF— if—he were my friend’s brother, and IF he drove me home, and IF he was Seungcheol, I genuinely don’t know what I would’ve done with myself. No way I’d be able to confess—are you kidding? I’d just sit there, suffering in the passenger seat, gripping my seatbelt like it’s a lifeline, stealing glances at him while internally combusting. And I know it wouldn’t be reciprocated. I just know. So instead, I’d just quietly ruin my life, bumping into him at my friend’s house, pretending I’m fine, knowing full well I’m not.

Jeonghan’s letter…

Only if there were people like him. Sigh. user @xinganhao, user Kae, your words hit me, and I don’t even know how to explain it. Reading your works makes me feel good, but at the same time, it leaves this gaping, aching emptiness in my chest. It’s painful, you know? The way Jeonghan makes people feel like they matter—it’s unreal. If he ever said something like that to me, even just once, that single line would be etched into my mind forever. Until the day I die, Until I’m six feet under, and even then, I’d probably be clinging onto it in the afterlife.

Joshua’s letter…

It’s so heartfelt, so tender—I’m actually crying. Joshua is sweet like a cupcake, and honestly, he is a cupcake. I fear for my sanity. Him placing his fingers over mine to teach guitar? If it were me, I would simply forget how to breathe. I would malfunction. I have the softest spot for good guys, and Joshua is the very definition of that, which is unfortunate because it makes me even more weak. How am I supposed to live like this knowing there's only one Joshua Hong?

Jun’s letter…

Boys like Jun? I have never met one. My life has been tragically devoid of any "enemies to lovers" scenarios. No playful bickering, no unresolved tension, no lingering stares after an argument—nothing. And even if it had happened, knowing myself, I’d get butterflies but immediately dismiss the idea that they liked me back. I’d convince myself that I’m impossible to love, that they’re just being nice, that they’ve still got enough brain cells left to not fall for me. I just know I’d self-sabotage and suffer in silence.

Hoshi’s letter…

I get this one. Hoshi is literally the embodiment of walking sunshine. He lights up every room the moment he steps in, and I just know that pet-sitting for him would be a fever dream. A dream I would never wake up from, because how could I go back to normal life after that? The letter was so heartfelt, it made me feel things, and I need time to recover.

Wonwoo’s letter…

I genuinely thought you were going to go feral over his perfect long fingers, but then there's Discord love, and suddenly I was reliving trauma. Not the fun kind of nostalgia, but the kind that makes you want to disappear. Discord love gave me actual scars. Not the way you’d expect, but yeah. I deleted the app, and to this day, I’m scared to reopen it. What if he’s still there? What if he’s waiting for an explanation I will never give? But you know what? I owe him nothing. I was naive, but I’m not anymore. I can end men now. And yet—and yet—I still dream of finding my Wonwoo. Maybe in another life, we’ll have a Discord love that’s pure, that’s soft, that doesn’t leave me afraid of opening an app (I'll open the app soon, I'm past that)

Woozi’s letter…

I felt this one. The longing, the ache, the way we gravitate toward places or situations just for the chance to see them. Even if it’s the only way. Even if it’s pathetic. Maybe it’s because I’ve been there, because I know what it feels like. It’s beautiful, but it’s also so, so sad when you can’t say what you want to say. When all you can do is watch. Btw, the picture you used for Woozi’s letter stirred something inside me.

to all the boys i've loved before (hyung ver.) 💌 a choose-your-own adventure.

you write letters to all of your past loves in a bid to get over them. these were all meant to be for your eyes only— until said letters somehow find their way to their addressees. now, you've got seven boys and a whole lot of feelings to answer for.

✉️ 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐋, your best friend's brother.

✉️ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍, the leading man.

✉️ 𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀, your guitar teacher.

✉️ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐔𝐈, your number one rival.

✉️ 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆, latte's owner.

✉️ 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎, your player two.

✉️ 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍, the anime convention guy.

💌 the winning member will have a special chapter release in time for valentine's. the maknae ver. of this will be in a separate post. happy voting!

with love, kae ✎ this was made possible with the input, hand-holding, and crush-trope suggestions of some amazing people: a, ally, bennie, eunha, kat, maple, nana, serena, tara, and tiya!

› scroll through all my work ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ my masterlist | @xinganhao

[high-dragon-bait]

Amazing Devil Lyrics That Remind Me of My Favorite Dragon Age Characters

Just how niche can this blog get? I don’t have explanations for some of these. Let’s go

The Warden

By day, oh Lord, three things I pray, that I might understand as best I can how bold I was, could be, will be, still am, by God, still am

"If I don't make it back from where I've gone just know I loved you all along"

I stare at the soldiers before me. All my blossoms that have waited to rise 

These lines aren’t wrinkles dear heart, they’re just dollops of paint on a new work of art

“You're better than this!” He says as a hand slaps my face

And as I walk away I know, I've been through the wars but that creaking you hear in my bones, it's not pain, it's applause

Hawke

Hey darling hey. Hey darling hey. I’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say.

'Cause I've been here so many times before. Don't you think I look pretty curled up on this bathroom floor?

"You alright?" asked the boys from beyond. "You gave us such a fright. We'd hate to see your mascara drip into your pint" 

But like rubbing wine stains into rugs it's my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse

I'm the touch you crave, I'm the plans that you made. But fuck all your plans, I'm bored!

Tear me up and burn me up and rip me up and leave your hand on the wall as you go. Blood's pouring like Martini. Graffiti sweet bikini. Is that what you think of me now? No no no no

You said, "I love you less than when it all began.” And I said fewer 'cause I make jokes to show how broken I really am 

I’m not trapped with you, you see, you’re the one who’s trapped with me.

The Inquisitor

My dress is on fire and I hurl myself, I heal myself, I drag myself like a rug in the rain. And my saint, she is dancing, and every step I choose to take begins to set the world aflame

"Hold the hand of the god-child," they said, "as he falls from the sky"

And what you hear is not silence, it's just the trees waiting to hear what next you'll hum. And what you see is not the dark it's just the gods upturning ink pots 'cause they know what you'll become

You are in the earth of me. You are in the earth of me. My head's not yours it's mine, and I'll take my fucking time 

'Cause you, you touch, my skin peels off like paint. But beneath all of our panting, there's this noise I cannot shake. Well, can't you hear that scratching? There's something at the door 

'Cause if we join our hands in prayer enough to God, I imagine it all starts to sound like applause

'Cause we'll dance together so close we're sharing breath. But now I'm leading, doesn't that just scare you to death?

Alistair

And the soldiers march behind me, I can hear them beat their spears. And for the first time in all my life I know I'm more than what I fear 

Does my hair look as nice as it did when it once tangled up in your eyes?

The person that fifteen year old me would be proud to have known!

All it took to unearth in the dust and the dirt some release or respite from the heat and the hurt, was taking the time now and then to ask how I am

Morrigan

With a hoik of her bra, she waved to the bar, and slipped into the night

“Come devil come,” she says “Call out my name.”

You make the bed up silent on the floor, so no one will hear us. You try so loud to love me, I cannot seem to hear

Think of all the horrors that I promised you I'd bring

Witness me, old man, I am the wild

Cause I’m more than what my mum told me to be

I make shipwrecks out of my dress and the door below, it splinters, and the creature creeps inside

Leliana

Do you like my dress? It has pockets.

This here is not make-up, it's a porcelain tomb. And this here is not singing, I'm just screaming in tune.

And to those gods, I will speak bluntly "We've an accord, if you ever touch or harm him" Please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman, by the end, you'll kneel and plea

I’m the paper cut that kills you! I’m the priest that you ignored!

We were gods, “we were kids”

Cause brick by brick you built us, and I’d fill in the cracks. Nothing quite prepares you for when they don’t come back

Fenris

I drink that nice wine you were saving, it’s saving me now, love. 

And we fall into each other! The scratching grows so loud! Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out 

You're brave because they broke you, yet broken still you breathe. So breathe, breathe, just breathe

These plates they smash like waves, and these wine stains hide the tears

I've got knuckle burn from typing all these lines into your chest!

Oh, and you rip my ribcage open and devour what's truly yours. And our screaming joins in unison, I cry out to the Lord

Anders

You do not get to hurt me just because I asked you once if you were alright!

You angel-heart, you monster, oh some godforsaken Prospero. Your feathers and your paws. Your hell for leather applause

With you I could summon the gods and the stars

I wish I'd done things different, I wish that I'd been brave. I wish I'd known these stones were something I could save 

Varric

And I pack what is needed for the journey to come. All my books, all my bracken and booze. And the door shuts behind me and I breathe in the air and say, "Yeah, well I'm sorry too" 

You dance on tables, endless labels. Are you Cain? ‘Cause I'm not Abel. Your bastard lasting night bus asking “What's the everlasting fable?”

“Sleep now,” oh, she says. “Tomorrow's jokes have yet to be laughed at or said”

I won’t let you turn our last night into this! Gonna binge watch a box-set, drink wine, reminisce

Solas

GIVE ME BACK MY HEART YOU WINGLESS THING

Our gods have abandoned us, left us instead. Take up arms, take my hand, let us waltz for the dead

Are you god or devil, ghost disheveled? Childhood friend or drunken revel? I cannot stop, I'm bleeding out for you

I'm the heartbreak that aches far too much to be shunned. All those letters unsent and that garden ungrown. I'm the captain of courage that you've eternally lacked. I'm the Jesus of wishing to Christ he'll come back 

You are that space that's in between every page, every chord and every screen. You are the driftwood and the rift. You're the words that I promise I don't mean

"Be good to me," I whisper. And you say, "What?" and I say, "Nothing, dear"

'Cause I when I stand oh those folks will run, and tell the tales of what I've become. They'll speak of me, oh in whispered tones, and say my name like it shakes their bones 

"Be good to me," I beg of him, "Be good to me," I beg of him. Be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good. And he replies, "No, no, not I"

Cole

I'm the tales that the guests will applaud and believe. I'm the child that you just didn't have time to conceive

And when the rain came down I made a vow out to the dark "Please, let her live just one more day" 'Cause she is so much more than all her scars

Cause that sun that beams down as my hands touch the grass. After summers of fasting I feel hunger at last!

Oh, what? These, these aren't tears. It's just the rain that wasn't brave enough to fall

[bookaddict24-7]

REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2022!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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281. Ghostlight by Kenneth Oppel--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher in exchange for an honest review! This review is very overdue but reading slumps wait for no person! I'm a fan of Oppel's writing, especially his horror, because he has a way of making my spine crawl even though this book is technically for a middle grade audience. But it's also because of his spooky writing that feels older that makes this the perfect book for those young readers who straddle the line between middle grade and young adult fiction. My reason for the four star is that I thought it was a little slow to start, but once it started, it really picked up! But big stars for creepiness, originality, and the way grief is portrayed. If you like ghost stories that have you grimacing because of the imagery, or remind you of those creepy movies where the ghost is crawling on the ceiling in that broken way of theirs, then you might really enjoy this. GHOSTLIGHT has a really unique storyline and I wouldn't mind seeing more from these characters and the other adventures they could go on. Also, love seeing Toronto in this and recognizing some of the places the characters go to. Can't wait to see what Oppel writes next!

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282. Vampires Never Get Old by Various--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I've been listening to a few more short stories and while I'm still not the biggest fan, I'm willing to try more of them! This was an attempt of mine to read more and while some stories were intriguing, others were just okay and I'll admit, I've forgotten a few of them by now. The one that caught my eye is most definitely that last one that inspired a very short-lived Netflix tv show. I think the ending of that one was really intriguing and could have made for a good beginning to a horror haunt and not a tragic love story. Another one was the gravedigger one. It was so intriguing and the emotion behind the writing was palpable. Probably one of my favourites. Finally, the other one that really stood out to me was the guide for newly made vampires. That was fun and entertaining. I think one of the unique things about this collection was how we had a brief explanation of how each story relates to a different vampiric lore. Another thing, which I'm still torn on, is the fact that this was formatted like it was for book reports or book clubs, asking questions at the end of each explanation. I felt like I was back in school. Anyway, this was entertaining enough and I think it would be great for October (for those who read seasonally).

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283. We Spread by Iain Reid--⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher! I have enjoyed the past books that Reid has written, especially their weirdness and how uncomfortable they made me feel by the end. But this book. This book was different. I had to go back like three times to re-read a good chunk of the end because my brain just wasn't comprehending what was going on. I can see why someone might enjoy this--the atmosphere Reid creates in his books is always intriguing and very well done. That alone can be haunting and can pull the reader in. And while this book had some of that, I just found myself confused and bored. Anyway, this wasn't for me but I can see how so many could love it!

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284. The Do-Over by Lynn Painter--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher as an Indigo employee. I'm a huge fan of Painter and her fun and quirky romantic stories. Every time I pick up one of her books, I know I'm about to fall into a very entertaining story. Her characters are always swoony and I know I'm going to be hooked on the story. This book did not disappoint! I loved the concept of this story because it had that fun no-consequences storyline because the MC had to relive the same day over and over again. I liked that she had to find herself in order to escape the repetition. The love interest was the perfect choice for her because of how he gets her to break that perfect mask she's created for herself. I went more into detail about this one in my interview with the author over on Indigo's page. But know that this was funny, romantic (that one specific day had my heart racing because of how cute it was), and occasionally heartbreaking as you learn more about her parents' divorce and how their parenting has affected her growing up. Highly recommend, especially if you love romcoms with a twist and an MC who grows steadily as the story progresses but is still, at her core, a teenager trying to find herself in her cracking seemingly perfect world.

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285. Legendborn by Tracy Deonn--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read November 2022 for Interview over on Indigo's Instagram on November 23, 2022 at 7pm with Tracy Deonn for her newest book! So, I enjoyed this even more the second time around? I didn't know that was possible. I caught so many more things and this time I re-read it and got to chat about it with friends who had already read it! It was a great experience and I always recommend re-reading books like Deonn's so you can keep catching more things you might have missed the first time around!

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286. Skandar & the Unicorn Thief by A.F Steadman--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I am so surprised by this book. I LOVE adventurous middle grade books because it always feels like I'm going along on these fun journeys with the characters. I knew about a couple of chapters into this book that I was going to be a huge fan. I love rooting for a character who is secretly someone so much stronger than everyone thinks they are. I love a story where the MC has to prove themselves and will then, in fact, proceed to show everyone else how wrong they are about them. This book also had some great friendships and I loved seeing unicorns in this different way. I'm excited for the sequel and I can't recommend this adventure enough!!

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287. There’s Something About Sweetie by Sandhya Menon--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was incredibly wary going into this because I hated the first book in this series. I've had this on my shelf for years and finally just went for it and I LOVED IT. Even though I wanted to smack a few characters, I found Sweetie's journey to be so, well, sweet. Despite the fatphobia she experienced from the people around her and occasionally even from her mom, she stayed true to herself and she put herself out there. Whenever I read stories with fat characters and their relationships with their parents, it always hits close to home. My mom and I always butted heads when it came to my weight growing up and while it wasn't as bad as Sweetie's experience, I empathized so much with her that I was calling her mom names. I told my own mom about this story and she was shocked with how horrible Sweetie's experience was. But I think this is what makes her such a special character: Despite the hurtful words and the feelings of inadequacy that her mom's words create for her, she is still true to herself. She is still a loving and respectful daughter. She sees the brightness in the clouds and knows how to bring herself back up. I genuinely loved her. Her name is truly perfect for her. And her love interest, Ash, is definitely someone I wasn't expecting to like, but he was really the sweetest from the get-go. It was interesting seeing how two Indian families could have such different relationships with their children. I hope this book shows readers to not judge a book by its cover because you never know what the story might be like on the inside. Despite the insta-lovey storyline, I just really adored these two characters and I think Menon did really great with this one. Now I'm a little less wary to read her other works! I DO have the third book on my shelves as I write this....hmmm... I recommend this book very much--you don't even have to read the first book.

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288. Places We’ve Never Been by Kasie West--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

TW: Illness, Verbal abuse from a parent. I haven't read a Kasie West book in a hot second and I love that this was the one that I read after a while. It was so cute and fun. I love road trip books, especially when it includes the childhood friends to lovers trope. The story was super quick and had some really cute moments, while it also explored some more complex things happening--like growing up and learning more about yourself. I do hope the book was a little longer. I think this book had the potential to be even better. If the ending hadn't of been so abrupt, then maybe this could have even been a favourite! That being said, if you're wanting a quick and cute summer read, then this might be the one for you!

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289. Bloodmarked by Tracy Deonn--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I received a copy via the publisher for an interview I did with Tracy Deonn on Indigo's instagram! Listen, LEGENDBORN was great. It was fun and adventurous and full of emotions that made me want to either hug the mc or punch a jerk in the book. But BLOODMARKED? This book was on a whole other level! Deonn has done something that very rarely happens in Fantasy--she wrote a sequel that is even better than the first book in the series. IT WAS SO GOOD. There was always something happening and there were always moments of high emotion and great underestimating (which is so satisfying when those naysayers are proven wrong. And by naysayers I mean the racists in this book.) Another amazing adventure and I honestly can't wait for the third book. So, so, so good. Highly recommend you give this series a read!

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290. The Heartstopper Yearbook by Alice Oseman--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This was an adorable book full of facts and cute drawings of some of our favourite HEARTSTOPPER characters! I never really buy books like this, but I love this series so much that I'm happy to be adding it to my collection. If you're curious about how to draw the characters, or if you want more info about how Oseman came up with the story of these two lovable boys and the people around them, then I think you'll really appreciate this one.

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Happy reading!

[shingia]

hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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[lovexjoe]

Safe Guard Part 4

Recap

“I’m pregnant!” She beams and Jack’s face turned pale.

WHAT?!

Y/N POV

She can't be.....

Jack was known for always wearing protection with his side pieces. But he didn't wear any with me. Oh my god, was I just another on his list? I look at Jack to see him faking a smile to everyone and pulling Destiny away to his room. Urban walks over to embrace me in a hug since I'm sure Jack told him what went down. I accepted the hug then excused myself to my room. I needed to be alone. None of this should of happened. LAST NIGHT should have never happened. I'm an idiot for even trusting this scumbag. Was Destiny lying? I don't know, but I think my time in Atlanta is overdue. My parents are expecting me to hop on a flight tomorrow, so I weighed out my options. A few minutes has passed, my bags are packed and I'm rushing down the stairs with my belongings. The Uber already pulled up since it was in close distance. "Y/N! Wait! Where are you going?" Druski called out

"Home!" With that I closed the front door and entered my Uber. I begged the man to floor it to the airport. I needed to be out of here as soon as possible. I can’t let myself get close to him. He’s going to hurt me.

Jack POV

Pregnant?! How the fuck is that even possible? I ALWAYS wear a condom then I flush it down the toilet so she doesn’t try anything crazy. There’s no way it’s mine. Y/N is probably so hurt right now. I didn’t want to put Destiny out in front of everyone so I pulled her into my room. Y/N hates me I can feel it.

“What game are you playing?” I crossed my arm and stared her down. Destiny holds the pregnancy test and smirks.

“You think I’m stupid? You and Y/N are not gonna play me and get away with it. This! Was the first sign.” She waved the back of the necklace in my face. Well that happened sooner than I expected.

“Destiny let’s be real. You know we were just fucking on and off. I was done with you then you hopped on the first plane here!”

“Then you could’ve told me to leave last night instead of fucking Y/N then coming to bed and fucking me!” She throws the test in my face. And starts pacing back and forth. Yes I had sex with her last night after Y/N and I ……I don’t know why I even did it. I just did.

“Is the kid mine or not?” I pressed her

“Im not pregnant….I just said it-“

"Y/N! Wait! Where are you going?" I hear Druski from the kitchen.

“Home!” Y/N yells and then the front door closing was all that could be heard. She’s leaving ?! This situation is getting out of hand. I could lose her forever.

“Destiny. I’m going to be nice about this, but pack your shit and get out.” I said it as calmly as I could and then immediately bolted out of the house to my car. Y/N always ghost after her problems. She loves running away even without an explanation, she’ll just shut you out and most likely never to talk to you again. Not with me, I’m not losing her. I floored it to the airport.

Y/N

I’m an idiot. I left the house in a hurry and not even check to see when was the next flight back to Kentucky. I sighed as the lines were outrageously long to check in. I purchased the flight that was 30 mins from now and decided to head to Starbucks to grab some coffee. What a way to spend my birthday. Jack was blowing up my phone but I silenced all his messages, if I was to read just one I would soften up. An unknown number texted me and I decided to read it.

‘I’m sorry for causing a scene. I’m not pregnant I found out about the necklace and I overheard you and Jack having sex. What made me more pissed was that he had sex with me afterwards.’

She isn’t pregnant…..

But he had sex with her right after me…..

This man really is a whore! I silenced the rest of my notifications after I told Urban I got my plane ticket and I’m leaving soon. I wouldn’t want him to worry as he always does. The time went by fast as hell and I was now seated on my flight. I was happy that I had my whole row to myself so I got as comfortable as I could. A heavy set fellow comes and stands in front of my row. Fuck so much for that. I moved my bag and told him a quick sorry.

“No worries, darling!” I looked up at him trying not to laugh at his voice. He had sunglasses on, pink hair and a bright orange jumpsuit. This man was definitely strange. I turned to my window to hold in my laughter.

Jack POV

Don’t ask why the fuck I’m in costume right now. I’ll do anything to win this girl back. I had no choice because Urban texted me the flight she’s on and the only way she wouldn’t cause a scene is if I was in costume. So I made a quick stop at a Halloween shop and made it look as believable as possible. I call this alter ego; Jorge. I try to make the highest pitch voice possible and I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. The plane is aware I’m on this plane and I have a special plan for her. The plane finally takes off and I always a few minutes to go by until we were able to take our seatbelts off.

“So why are you headed to Kentucky?” I turn to her acting as feminine as possible.

“Let’s just say I’m having the worse birthday ever.” She sighs as she places her headphones down and turns her attention to me.

“It’s your birthday and you’re on a flight? Oh no baby tell me more.” She scrunches her face as she looks at me, wondering who the fuck I am. I look crazy babe I know. I’m doing this for you.

“The dude that I like- that I love got some girl pregnant, but turns out she isn’t pregnant. Then I just found out after he had sex with me he had sex with her right after!” She balls her fist up in frustration.

“Sounds like a telenovela!” I flipped my hair.

“What if he didn’t mean it?” I added

“Well he shouldn’t have done it….” She rolls her eyes

“I’m sure he’s very sorry and men are stupid. And this girl sounds crazy anyway……”

“She was crazy…..” she sighed thinking to herself. I pulled my wig off and sunglasses. Her eyes were wide.

“You got to be kidding me!” She starts whisper yelling and poking me with her finger.

“Hey hey! Im sorry okay? Y/N seriously just listen to me. Okay?” I hold her hands in mine.

“Fuck all the goofy shit. I’m sorry for everything that happened. Destiny was doing all of this to break us up. Now yes I had sex with her right after you and that’s where I fucked up. I’m sorry baby please just give me one more chance. No more fuck ups. I promise she’s already gone. I need you. You got me dressing up like an idiot just so I can convince you to be with me. I-I don’t do this shit for anyone!” I confessed. Mentally praying she’ll forgive me. She wanted to stay mad but she places a soft kiss on my lips and poked my fat suit.

“You’re lucky I love you” a big grin appears on my face. I gave one of the flight attendants the signal and they all followed in with a cake and they started to sing happy birthday to Y/N. Two of them handed her bouquets of roses. Being famous has some perks.

~~~~~~

Y/N wanted to be mad but Jack has never tried this hard for anyone. He turned the whole plane upside down just for her birthday and it truly softened her heart up. He promised her to make use of the fact that they flew out to Kentucky. He’ll take her back to their favorite childhood spots and visit their parents. She teased him about the fat suit, because she couldn’t believe he would go this far. Jack reaches into his pocket to pull out the necklace that was originally for her.

“This belongs to you, beautiful.” He places it on her neck and kissed her head.

The two was in their bubble the entire plane ride. From childhood friends to lovers. Who would have thought?

THE END

( I really hope y’all like it 😭)

[nastybuckybarnes]

Deep End  -  Six

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4.6K

A/n: Okie dokie! I’ve got an epilogue planned but I like this. The epilogue will explain shit better but I've known that this would be the end since pretty much the beginning LMAO

Deep End Masterlist

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

When Steve hears you stop struggling, stop fighting and stop crying, he’s nervous.

It’s been a while since he locked you up there, and he really should check on you soon, if only to make sure the baby’s okay after that stunt you pulled.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, eyeing your figure carefully.

You look like you’re asleep. If he wasn't so attuned to your body, your heart and your breathing, he wouldn’t have noticed something’s wrong.

Your heart is beating rapidly, far faster than normal. And it’s weaker than usual.

Your breathing is shallow and strained, and your face is lacking its usual healthy glow.

He rushes to your side, tearing the rope from your wrists and touching your face carefully.

Your skin is hot to the touch, and he feels fear settle in his gut.

He doesn’t know what to do, how to help. He’s never really had to help you like this, the doctor’s always been nearby.

He grabs his phone, calling the doctor and pacing nervously.

“Sh-she’s burning up and her breathing is shallow.”

Steve's stomach drops as he listens to the doctor’s instructions, answers his questions and comes to the realization of why you’re like this.

He rolls you onto your left side, tears welling up in his eyes at how unresponsive you are.

The doctor hangs up after telling the super soldier that he’ll be there soon.

His heart is in his throat as he tries to undo the damage of his punishment, putting the evidence back in the box and kicking the rope under the bed.

You’re still unresponsive, heart weak, but your breath sounds a little less strained.

Monster. That’s what you called him. What Natasha called him and what Bucky’s asset called him.

Maybe you’re right.

But he wants you. He needs you. Giving you up would be giving up a piece of his soul and he’s not ready to do that yet.

~*~

The doctor informs him that both you and the baby are okay, but being on your back for so long was compressing a major vein supplying your baby with oxygenated blood. If he’d gotten there any later it might’ve been too late.

With strict instructions to keep you on your left side and make sure you stay hydrated, the doctor takes his leave.

He stays by your side, holding your hand tightly in both of his as he really comes to terms with the fact that it was entirely his fault. He almost killed you and your baby to prove a stupid point. To discourage you from doing the very same thing.

His heart is heavy in his chest as he listens to your heartbeat get stronger, to the baby’s heartbeat continue fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

Those two sounds bring him peace, if only temporarily.

Shattering his peace is the sound of the front door opening, followed by tiny little footsteps clomping up the stairs.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Sarah.

Steve shoves himself to his feet and quickly leaves the room just as his daughter tries to enter.

“Sarah, mommy’s sleeping.” She frowns up at him and shakes her little blonde head.

“I need to talk to mommy!”

She walks around his legs only for him to scoop her up in his arms.

“She’s sleeping right now, honey.”

Sarah shakes her head angrily, beating her tiny fists against his shoulders.

“Let me go! I want mommy! Mommy!! Put me down!” She starts shrieking. Full-on screaming bloody murder right in his ear, and he loses his grip on the wriggling child.

She slides out of his arms and runs into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and shaking your shoulder.

“Mommy?” She’s got little tears on her face, and they don’t cease when you don’t wake up.

“Why won’t mommy wake up?!” She looks up at Steve with terror written on her face and it shatters his heart in his chest.

“Sarah, mommy’s sick, okay? I had the doctor come over and he said that she needs to rest and when she wakes up we’re gonna need to make sure she’s got plenty of water, okay?”

Sarah’s big blue eyes are filled with tears and she shakes her head.

“I want mommy!”

She clings to your torso, crying against your shoulder in fear.

“Sarah, honey, mommy’s gonna be okay. You just gotta give her some space, okay? How about I set up a movie for you?” Sarah sniffles and slowly pulls away from you, looking at her father and shaking her head again.

“I want mommy! I hate you!”

Steve then realizes just how crucial you are. How important you are, not only to him but to his daughter as well.

Losing you would hurt so many people.

“Honey, you gotta give mommy and I some space, okay?”

He picks up the five-year-old, despite her quite literally kicking and screaming, and sets her down outside the bedroom.

He shuts the door quickly and locks it even faster.

Sarah stands outside, wailing her head off and pounding on the door with her tiny little fists.

She cries for you, over and over again, and it breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s brought back to what you said about him. About how this isn’t love.

He sits down at your side again, trying desperately to drown out the sound of his daughter crying outside as his thoughts overwhelm him.

He hasn’t been the nicest to you, that he’ll openly admit, and he makes mistakes probably more often than he doesn’t. But he loves you. He needs you.

Tears well up in his eyes and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He’ll make this right. He has to. Sarah deserves a mother, so does your unborn baby. And -though he may not deserve you- he needs you. The monster will be hard to fight, but losing you will be harder.

The damage he’s done might be irreversible, but he’s gonna do what he can to make things right, to give you a better life.

You don’t wake up for a few hours, but when you do you’re confused.

Your back aches and you feel a little dizzy as you remember what happened, how you got here.

Steve watches as you regain consciousness, confusion pulling your brows together before you slowly open your eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

You look up at him then drop your gaze to your belly, bringing your free hand down to rub it gently.

“Am I... are we okay?” He nods gently, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I was... I don’t know, trying to teach you a lesson. And all that did was hurt you. Hurt the baby. I wanted to show you that trying to hurt yourself and hurt the baby wouldn’t fly, but I ended up doing far more damage.”

You swallow hard and struggle to push yourself into a seated position, wincing at the throb in your head.

“The doctor said that you shouldn’t move too much, and try to stay on your left side when you sleep. I-I didn't know that sleeping on your back was bad.”

You take a deep breath and look up at him, waiting for the anger to take hold in his eyes but it never does.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. For scaring you and not trusting you. I... I lost you for so many years and now I have you back and... I don’t wanna lose you again. But everything I do to try and keep you close, make you mine... all it does is push you further away and I’m sorry.”

His apology takes you by surprise, and you eye him skeptically.

How are you supposed to know if he’s telling the truth?

He drags one of his hands down his face and for a moment you can truly see just how old Steve Rogers is.

The exhaustion of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders finally shows in the lines near his eyes, the bags beneath them. But what really displays his age is his eyes. They’re so full of trauma and pain and weariness.

For the first time since waking up from the ice, Steve Rogers looks his age.

“I-I’m sorry, too,” you whisper, surprising him.

“I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking. I just... I wanted to punish you for what happened to Natasha. What you did. I wanted you to hurt but I just ended up hurting myself in the process.” You look down at your hands, trying to figure out how you want to phrase what you have to say.

“People argue, Steve. But what you do... it’s beyond that. We’re not... there are so many things wrong with what’s happening between us, what’s happened already, but I can’t leave. Sarah’s too attached and all I want for my little girl is to have a happy life. To have the happiness that was torn from me.”

Guilt settles on his chest, but he lets you continue speaking.

“I want my daughter to have a good life. I don’t want her to be afraid of-of people. The way I am. She loves you, and I know... I think you love her. You haven’t hurt her yet, and I hope it stays that way because at the rate we’re going, I'm not sure how much longer I’ll be able to do this.”

The pure fatigue on your face is more than enough explanation, but the idea of losing you is too much for him to bear.

“No, don’t say that. I’m gonna get better, okay? We-we were happy once. And we can do it again. I’ll be gentle and patient. I just... I need you, (Y/n). I need you a lot and the fact that you have such a tight hold over my every thought makes me angry. But I’m not gonna take it out on you anymore, okay?”

You let out a deep breath and eye him carefully.

“You’ve said that before.”

He thinks back to the time you spent in that cabin in the woods, where you turned his friends against him.

He has said that before, and look at where he is now.

“This time it’ll be different.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him. So if he’s gonna try, fine.

“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping she’s still safely out with Morgan.

Steve’s face falls again and he stands up and opens the door to your bedroom.

Sarah sits crumpled in a ball, her cheeks covered in tears.

“Mommy!” She all but screams the word, launching to her feet.

Steve tries to take her hand but she yanks it away from him, shooting him a glare then running to the bed and climbing up beside you.

Your heart breaks when you see how sad she looks, and you hug her to your chest.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay.” She sniffles and climbs onto your lap, climbing to you like her life depends on it.

You wonder what happened while you were unconscious, what Steve did to upset her so much, and your mind immediately goes to the worst.

You look at the man, your thoughts written plainly across your face, but he quickly shakes his head.

“No. I just told her she couldn’t come in. Not ‘till you woke up. She uh... she stayed right outside the door.”

You soothe your daughter, rocking her as much as you can manage with the pain rolling down your spine.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You hold her close to you, trying to calm her down while Steve looks on helplessly.

Although his daughter loves him, loves being here with him, nothing can compare to the bond that the two of you have.

The monster in him hates it. Hates that he’s not as close to his own daughter, blames you for it. But he pushes that part of himself down.

He made a promise. And this time he’s not gonna break it.

~

"Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asks for the thousandth time.

You only shrug, fixing your hair in the mirror as the doorbell rings.

“It’s a little too late now, Steve. Besides, I don’t really care. Sarah’s gonna have fun and that’s all that matters.”

Your daughter took a few days to warm up to Steve again, but now that she has he’s not gonna risk anything changing that.

He takes one last look at you, at how pretty you look in your blue sundress, then leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“I love you, (Y/n). I can send them away.”

You take a deep breath and shake your head.

“Sarah’s excited. Besides, I wanna know what we’re having.”

You plaster on a forced smile and it breaks his heart, but he turns and heads downstairs to greet the guests.

Ever since you got hurt, he’s been nicer. Far gentler than he's ever been with you, and you’re not complaining.

Steve has the potential to be a good person, that much is obvious, but he chooses not to.

He hasn’t hurt you again, or even yelled at you. No, he’s been patient and understanding and it’s such a sharp contrast from who he was before.

You can hear him greeting the guests warmly, chatting on and on about this and that and whatever else.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you leave the faux safety of the bedroom and head down the stairs, smiling at your guests.

People that you’ve never seen before are in your house. Well, that’s not true. You’ve seen them on TV.

The Avengers are in your living room and kitchen, talking softly amongst themselves.

In the presence of these superheroes, you feel small. Weak. And you can’t fight the urge to find Steve as anxiety crawls up your spine.

He’s in the kitchen, talking animatedly with Tony Stark and Sam Wilson. Iron Man and Falcon.

He looks so at ease, his face split open with a laidback grin.

Sam’s eyes find yours and he says something to Steve, making the blond turn to you with a soft smile.

He waves you over and you obey, one hand resting delicately on your bump.

“Sam, Tony, this is my (Y/n). (Y/n), Sam and Tony.” You nod politely at them, sliding your clammy hand into Steve's nervously.

You haven’t been around this many people in a very long time.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman who’s got Captain America so hooked! All he does is talk about you,” Sam says, a grin on his face.

You smile at him, looking up at Steve.

He nods encouragingly, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles to try and ease your anxiety.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I, uh, I’ve heard a lot about you. About both of you.” Tony smiles looking down as someone tugs on his pant leg.

“Can I have a sleepover at Sarah’s house?!” Morgan asks excitedly, her little face full of glee.

“You’re gonna need to go ask your mother. You know she makes all the decisions.”

Tony’s gaze lifts to yours when his daughter runs to find her mom.

“Is it alright if she sleeps over tonight?”

Steve nods then looks at you.

“You alright with that?”

You’re not sure if it’s a real choice or a test, but you don’t want to find out.

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.”

Tony nods with a smile, then resumes whatever conversation they were having before you showed up.

You tune out what they’re saying, carefully rubbing over your stomach and poking at your baby whenever they decide to kick you.

“(Y/n)? Did you wanna help me set the food up outside?” Pepper’s voice breaks you from your trance, her hand coming to rest softly on your shoulder.

You look up at Steve, silently asking for permission, but he just leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips and lets go of your hand.

You follow Pepper, setting up the table in the backyard silently for a while before she clears her throat.

“How are you feeling, (Y/n)? Sarah told us you were sick.”

You swallow hard and give her a tight smile.

“I’m feeling better. Tired all the time but this little devil is to blame for that.” You poke your belly only to be met with another kick.

Pepper nods, smiling at you.

“Are you excited?”

That question throws you for a loop.

Are you? Are you excited to have another baby?

You’re excited for Sarah to have a sibling. Excited to get to hold your baby and love your baby. But the reason why you’re having the baby in the first place? The father of your baby? No.

“Yeah, I am. A little nervous, too.”

She sits down by your garden, patting the seat next to her.

“You look tired, (Y/n). More tired than a mother should be. You’re wearing yourself thin.” You keep your lips sealed, not wanting to say anything that might make Steve mad.

She sighs and sets a gentle hand on your knee.

“I don’t know what your... relationship is with Steve, but I know you’re unhappy. He’s a good guy, deep down. But you need to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t work yourself to the breaking point because it’ll be even harder to build yourself back up. Especially with a brand new baby.”

You let out a shuddering breath and nod.

“It’s just hard. I’m trying but... it’s hard.”

As you talk softly with Pepper, Steve observes the two of you.

You look so sad, so defeated. He hates that he made you look like that.

“She’s unhappy, Steve.”

He turns to the voice, eyebrows raising.

“Wanda. I didn’t know if you’d make it.” He pulls her into a hug. “I heard about what happened in Westview... Wanda, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

She sighs, pulling away with a sad smile.

“No. But I will be.” Her eyes travel back over to you for a moment, feeling the pain and the sorrow in your soul.

“Do you think she’ll ever be happy here? With me?” Wanda sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes, feeling your thoughts, your energy.

“It’s hard to tell. Right now she’s so... numb. Nothing but sadness and... hopelessness. Her spirit is crushed, Steve.” She reopens her eyes and turns to the blond.

“You can’t keep her here like this. It’s only a matter of time before she gets fed up and tries to do something drastic. Again.”

Steve knows. He fucking knows that. But he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do to lift your spirits.

He's given you more freedom, let you make more decisions for yourself. He’s been gentler with you, hasn't forced himself on you.

Not forcing himself on you isn’t something to gloat about, but given the history between the two of you, it’s something fairly major.

He just wants to keep you in his life. He needs to keep you in his life.

He turns to the young woman beside him, a thought bubbling into his mind.

“Could you... do something to make her happy? Make her enjoy her life here? Make her love me again?”

Wanda’s mouth curves down as she looks at you, watches you play with your daughter and Morgan.

“Steve, it’s not right.”

The blond lets out a pained breath, shaking his head desperately.

“I just want happiness, Wanda. Don’t I deserve it? Haven’t I suffered enough to deserve a happy ending?”

Wanda’s eyes glow red with sorrow as she’s reminded of her own happy ending that she had to give up.

She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking over at his desperate blue eyes.

“We don’t always get what we deserve. It’s hard and it hurts, but we can't control everything. And at some point, we need to let go. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurts. We can’t hurt other people because of what we think we deserve.”

They both look back over to you, your own eyes already on the pair, but dropping as soon as you see them turn to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do that.”

Tears stab at his eyes and he huffs out a breath through his nose, turning on his heel and walking away from the party, from his friends.

His abrupt departure catches the attention of a few people, yourself included. Before you can get up and see what’s going on, Bucky’s on his feet and heading into the house.

The woman Steve was talking to makes her way over to you, smiling gently.

“Hi (Y/n). I’m Wanda.” You smile at her, eyes darting towards where Steve disappeared from then back to her.

Bucky re-emerges only a few moments later, shaking his head at Natasha when she gives him a quizzical look.

You turn to Wanda with a strained smile.

“Could you just watch Sarah for a minute? And make sure she has something to eat? The foods ready.” She nods, watching with sad eyes as you walk back into the house to see what’s wrong with Steve.

“Steve?” You call softly, looking around for him only to find him sitting on the couch in the living room, his face in his hands.

“Why can’t I have what I want?” His question catches you off guard and you move to stand in front of him.

He shakes his head sadly, pulling his hands off of his face to grab yours, holding them tightly.

His lips brush over your knuckles gently, before he presses the back of your hands against his forehead, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“This isn’t right.”

Your heart races in your chest, stomach tying in knots as you try to figure out what he’s talking about.

“What are you talking about? Is everything okay? Did... did I do something wrong?” Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Pepper earlier. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and smiled.

“I can’t keep you here.”

One sentence. Five words. Sixteen letters.

That’s all it takes to have your heart stuttering.

“What... what do you mean you can’t keep me here?” You try your hardest not to let your hopes get too high. Maybe he’s going to kill you. Maybe that’s what it is. It’s certainly something more up his alley than... the alternative.

He slowly raises his head, teary red eyes staring up into yours. 

“You know what I mean.”

You shake your head, needing to hear him say it himself.

“What are you saying, Steve?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, the words hurting him but he needs to say them.

“You're free to go. You and Sarah.”

The breath gets knocked from your lungs, eyes wide as tears start to blossom. This is a trap. A test. It has to be. There’s no way...

“You’re letting us go?” You ask softly.

He sighs again, nodding as tears find their way down his cheeks.

“Yeah... I guess I am.”

You’re silent, staring at him and waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, to punish you. But he doesn’t. No, instead he lets go of one of your hands and stands up, his chest almost brushing yours.

“You said I don’t love you... but I do. I love you. Or maybe I love the idea of you, I don’t know. But either way... I hate how sad you are. How sad and afraid I make you. You're free to go wherever you want.”

You’re practically hyperventilating.

After all this time, you never truly thought he’d ever let you go. That he’d have even a shred of decency left inside him.

He cups your hands together and carefully places something inside them, then turns and walks to the front door, grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

You stand silently, staring at the object in your hands until standing becomes too hard and you think you may throw up.

Then you sit down, silent tears trekking down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)?” You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on the couch, staring at your hands, but Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“(Y/n), are you okay? Where’s Steve?”

You stare up at her then look back down at the tiny, life-changing object in your hands.

“He let us go,” you whisper, your glossy eyes raising to hers again.

She looks half as shocked as you feel.

“What?”

You sniffle then wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“He’s letting us go,” you repeat, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your bump.

“Really?” You nod, eyes finding the backyard through the kitchen window.

Sarah and Morgan are playing outside with Sam and Wanda.

“What are you gonna do?”

Your heart is so full of confusion, full of pain and hurt.

“I’m gonna go cut the cake, then have a talk with Sarah.” She nods, a small smile on her face.

She heads back outside and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you go out and face Steve’s friends.

You toy with the dainty thing he dropped in your hands before nodding to yourself.

This is what’s right. It’s the right choice for both of you.

You entertain his guests for a few more hours, not wanting to clue them into anything in case they disagree with your decision, with Steve’s.

Only after the presents are given and the cake is almost completely devoured do they finally start to leave.

Wanda helps you tidy up the backyard, writing her phone number down with a soft smile and a whispered ‘if you ever need a friend’.

Everyone bids you goodbye until only Bucky and Nat are left, the metal-armed soldier staring intently at your left hand before a smile spreads across his face.

He surprises you, pulling you into a gentle hug and nodding his head.

“Congratulations, (Y/n).” You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but for some reason, you don’t think it has anything to do with the baby shower.

They leave too, and then you’re virtually alone, Sarah and Morgan asleep upstairs.

After cleaning up every last inch of the house, you head upstairs to go to sleep.

Steve isn’t home until after midnight, long after he lets his tears run dry and his heart stop shattering. It just aches now. Hurts.

He let you go. He really did it.

Deep down he knew this would be the outcome. Either this or your death, but he never wanted to accept it. Refused to admit it to himself.

But seeing Wanda... after all that she’s been through... and she’s still standing strong.

He takes his shoes off and drops his keys on the kitchen counter, freezing in his tracks when he sees the covered plate of cake with his name written on it.

The batter is blue.

A boy.

He’s gonna have a son.

A son that he’ll never get to meet. He’s given you freedom, and he doubts you’ll let him be a part of your child’s life after all that he’s put you through.

He slowly makes his way upstairs, his heart hurting when he sees no sign of your things in the pristine house.

When he pushes open the bedroom door he freezes in his tracks.

There you are, sleeping in his bed. No bags are packed, nothing is out of place, and the dainty diamond ring sits on your finger.

You’ve made your choice, he realizes, his heart jumping for joy in his chest.

He sheds his clothes then climbs into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms and sighing heavily.

Maybe Wanda was wrong.

Maybe he’ll get his happy ending after all.

[baeklination]

A Wish: Mind + Body

Date: 220501

From anon: "Hey, hi! I really hope you'd consider priest!baek au too (...)"

NOTE: It took a little time and they became longer than I planned. I had to divide them in two stories (they have nothing to do with each other, different au's), but I hope you'll find your request has been sufficiently answered. I know red is for cardinals, but I wanted that colour so I changed it. And I made a little desc. of the clothing mentioned (see link below).

Vestment Encyclopedia

Masterlist

MIND

Contains: SMUT 🔞, (hint of angst, nothing severe, more like a tug at the heart)

Pairing: au!fluffy priest Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 3,4k

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“All of these..!”, Matteo exclaims when he sees the baking sheets lined up on the counter.

“I know, alright, but you know how it goes. Maybe everyone won’t like this one, better make this and this and this too. I thought you said someone was helping you?”

“He is, but hm…I don’t know, maybe he got lost…” Seeing the question mark on your face he explains “A guy from the mainland wanted a change of scenery, so he’ll be with the parish for a while. Between you and me…I think they wanted to get rid of him, he’s a bit too modern for them. Has ideas.”

“What, “how about we actually practice what we preach”?”

“See, it’s those types of comments that ensures you’ll stay in purgatory forever- Oh, wait, I think that’s his car.”

“Good. Well, give me a ring if you need a hand setting up, I won’t be open the whole day anyway.”

When Matteo goes to the door to wave his newcomer in the right direction it’s with a pinch of interest you look out the window, reminiscent of how you’d be curious whenever one of the grown-ups referred to a new kid at school or the neighbourhood as a delinquent. What does a rebellious Catholic priest look like?

“What…”, you whisper to yourself, not really believing what you’re seeing.

When he too realises who he’s looking at, he stops.

“O..!” He flinches, trying to put the jigsaw together, then smiles warmly. “You…”

“You’ve met? You know each other?”

“Yeah, we… Baekhyun…”

“We went to college together”, Baekhyun fills in, noticing your brain is swimming around in the waters of confusion.

¤

Sitting on the balcony, without much thought picking at the flaky white paint on the baluster, you look out over the lake. This is your most cherished time of the day, when the tide hasn’t fully turned so the wet, beige sand mixes with the blue ahead and the violet pink sky above.

“We went to college together”, you snort, at first finding Baekhyun’s explanation funny, but then memory settles in you.

It was as if he was the best friend you’d been waiting to study with that day at the library when he’d looked over your shoulder in curiosity only to pull up a chair and help you to understand one Christian teaching from the other, completely forgetting his own work while you stayed into the late night. 

The spring day he told you he had something important to say, you knew what because his love for you was all-encompassing and vice versa. Sitting there in your semi-best clothes it had been a crushing defeat when he told you he’d heard the calling. When the tears had dried you had agreed: let’s have the summer. The irony of it all was that you used to joke about how he, if he had been Irish, would have to become a priest since his brother was already a policeman.

Some days your heart would be in your throat when you parted, thinking “only 124 kisses left, only 43 touches…”, but it was mostly you are mine and I am yours for as long as we have. And so a beautiful summer went into a stunning autumn until the rains flooded the streets and took him with.

That was seven years ago.

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So you picked a flowery dress instead of your usual shorts and tee; nothing wrong with wanting to look the spring day-part like the rest of the community coming to celebrate. Maybe you dabbed a bit of rouge on your cheeks; nothing wrong with wanting to look alive. And maybe you were unusually fidgety when you got closer: so what, can’t you be excited to see an old friend?

One could think it was the same day with Baekhyun just changing his plaid shirt from green to blue. Like yesterday it’s neatly tucked in his straight jeans and you could swear those are the same Asics running shoes he wore back then as if he stopped shopping once he put the clerical clothes on.

“See, here she is, you can tell her yourself”, Matteo says to him.

“Hm? Did you drop some? You dropped a tray…”

“No, no. Tell you they’re good. I tasted-”

“- he ate almost fifteen already, started yesterday - I even found him in the kitchen at night..!”

It warms your heart that he liked them, but even more that he’s embarrassed, covering his mouth as he laughs, about being exposed.

“Fifteen?”

“So you do the cake stand, make sure he doesn’t eat ‘em all.”

You couldn’t spend much time catching up, being that you were serving cake and refreshments to the never ending stream of people coming out to enjoy the day, but it was for the best since it was too fine a day to get into anything profound and potentially saddening. No, you spent most of the time talking about how you’d come to help Matteo so much, who this and that person were and lived, eventual activities Baekhyun might want to try and the performances some of the locals were showing. Even Matteo gave it a try. Fancying himself as a bit of a comedian he tried for a Charlie Chaplin skit. It wasn’t very funny, but unfortunately Baekhyun thought so; doubling over with laughter he put his hand on your thigh, familiarity making him forget himself. Becoming silent he pulled it away in a flash, his expression mirroring your own surprise - but it had already been done.

If your brain decides to flutter there’s nothing you can do to stop it. Little by little you’d change from thinking “it’s better if Matteo doesn’t send Baekhyun ‘round, if he doesn’t have lunch at my hangout” to hoping you’d get a glimpse and wave if you went over, having to manage your reaction if you saw him out and about, hoping he’d say “I’ll walk you”. Slowly but surely, he did just that. Five hundred meters of company turned into your doorstep, which then turned into a home tour, and spontaneous calls to go for a walk down the docks. It wasn’t in your imagination - the time spent grew longer, the distance between you shorter. 

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“Aish, it broke”, you sigh, trying to pluck out the broken bits of leaf from your hair, again telling yourself to hire a gardener to clear the hedges.

“Here, let me”, he says, putting the towel on the counter after drying his hands.“There! Clean as a whis…”

When his voice fades, his thumb stays stroking behind your ear. He leans forward - hesitates - then presses his lips onto yours with full conviction. Full and warm, like steamed buns, they spark fireworks in your chest and when he carefully places his hand on your waist it ignites something else.

When you start tugging at his tucked shirt he grabs your hands and pulls away with an insecure smile. Understanding your confusion he reminds you:

“I haven’t been with anyone since you…”

Of course he hasn’t. Oh, you feel so dumb. 

“Can I…take them off myself?”

“Eh…I mean yeah. I wasn’t thinking. I’ll…Oh, wait! You need…wait a sec!”

You can’t remember the last time you were so embarrassed by your own behaviour, acting like a headless chicken over his shyness. “Get it together!” you laugh to yourself in the bathroom as you get condoms for him.

“Here…”

You wait just outside while he gets ready and when he quietly says “okay” you go in and see him sitting on the bed, the sheet covering up to his waist. You break up in smiles as your eyes meet and suddenly you’re shy too - shy and happy. You take off shorts and t-shirt without thinking much, but after removing your bra a modest arm covers your breasts until you get into bed.

After an initial hesitant move he puts his hand on the bare skin on your waist as he continues to kiss you and when you notice he wants to go further you nimbly get rid of your underwear. When he positions himself between your legs a sense of crossing a threshold passes through… His breath quivers on your shoulder when he starts sliding his cock in - your lungs fill with air when he continues to widen you. Supporting himself on his forearms he steadily moves his lower body up and down, holding his head close to yours. He keeps his mouth open, so every tremble of his exhales reach you but it’s not fatigue that causes it - it’s the re-discovery of physical pleasure. Kissing him is even sweeter when he’s inside, but it doesn’t last very long after he starts thrusting faster as he quickly gets pushed to his own edge, for the first time closing his mouth, trying to control himself as his grip on your shoulder gets tighter. The air from his nose stutters out onto your neck until a yelp opens his mouth when he comes and they continue as he empties himself.

He grunts and shakes his head in the mattress:

“I was too quick. I’m sor-”

“If I’d waited seven years I’d be quicker. Baekhyun… look at me” His inability to hold your gaze tightens your chest, so you put your hands around his face and smile. “It’s fine. Baekhyun, it’s fine.”

“Really?”

“Yes..!”

“You’re not…disappointed?”

“Don’t be silly, of course not. I’d half expected it…”

His chest pushes against yours when he laughs; hugging you, he nods next to your face.

“Okay.”

¤

“I remember, sometimes in the morning I’d hold you here…”, he says, sliding his hand to your waist. “...when you were on your knees.”

“It wasn’t just mornings the way I remember it.”

You’d seen the contour under the sheet a few minutes ago - typical after a quick one - so it doesn’t surprise you when he reaches for and rolls on another condom. Now with more confidence he gets to his knees and pulls the cover from your body, touching your back, placing a soft kiss at the end of it.

“Are you, can I..?”

“Mm.”

“Ah”, he moans forcefully with each stretching push, letting go and enjoying the slow massage. 

Perhaps subconsciously, as if it would make him blush, being a man of the church and all, you tone down your sounds, only letting a moan slip now and again. But fact is that he isn’t far from his old self the way his hips push your cheeks up every time he thrusts, his palms press into your sides and he lets a subtle groan accompany his breath.

You hold your tongue when he slows down to a deep roll; resting his forehead against your back he finds your breast, stroking it as he brings himself from the edge. With a soft chuckle and kiss (probably knowing you recognise his betterment) he gets back up and right into it, sucking in air through his teeth as his grip gets tighter, his movements shorter, concentrating on having your entrance hug his shaft until the same wail rings out and he rolls erratically, trying to catch his breath as he comes again. 

¤

His hair was never long enough for your fingers to actually brush through as it is now... Facing away from you, you almost think the calm sway of your stomach has made him fall asleep, but then he reaches out and pulls your leg a bit. Looking up at you he has the most endearing glint in his eyes before he giggles and turns again.You can’t see for his head blocking the view so even though you expect it, the moment when his fingertip grazes over your clit still catches you a pinch off-guard. Letting the raise of your hips serve as permission he moves down and kisses passionately over your entrance, painstakingly working his way upward where his thumb and index finger push your folds apart for him to envelope our clit with his plush lips. Controlling your body movement is near impossible when he slides his tongue up, finishing with a soft pull by his lips as he looks at you.

Between the bright light of day and white sheets the only form sticking out is you and Baekhyun. You with your legs spread wide; he between them.

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When Baekhyun asked you to come to service - not to find God, just to see him at work - you’d readily agreed, but as it grew closer you started feeling…nervous? Anxious? Thinking it will probably calm your nerves to say hi before it starts you park your bicycle and go around the building to the back. Seeing light coming out of the sacristy you figure he must be done changing so you walk up, but stop right before your hand touches the door. There in the light from the window, be it divine or regular sun, he stands on his knees with the white-gold chasuble draped from his body, hands neatly put together, lips silently moving. You thought you’d seen every pretty face he makes, but the beauty he has in serenity is otherworldly. 

Not once did you see him after he left so it’s the first time you see him in any dress from the church and it wrings out your lungs - without saying a word you sneak back out to your bicycle.

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Getting ready for the new week, making notes on what to order and going over your correspondence your mind inadvertently travels to the image of Baekhyun at church and you can’t help thinking “Is this summer ag-”

“Are you shunning me?”, Baekhyun’s voice calls from below.

Crawling to the edge of the balcony you see him standing there in his regular cleric wear; all black suit with a big silver cross hanging on a chain. Just like this morning you’re taken aback - you’ve never seen this on him either - but he thankfully left his roman collar at home, opting for a casual open shirt button instead.

“You didn’t come today, you won’t answer the door…”, he counts, smiling.

“The bell’s broken, I didn’t hear. I’ll come down.”

“It’s okay”, he waves and grabs the waterspout with both hands.

“Don’t, it’s the original..!”, you hiss, already seeing the disaster in your mind's eye. “Baekh-!” 

With a grunt he hauls his body over the banister, brushing away the white flakes of paint on him before placing his hands on your cheeks, giving you a kiss. 

“Hi.”

“And how would you’ve explained an accident to Matteo..?”

“He’s on main, last rites. Last-ish”, he shrugs his shoulders. “So why didn’t I see you?”

You frown and sit down. You knew you’d have to explain yourself, but you don’t quite know what words to use.

“I did go. I went round back to say hi, then I saw you…praying.”

He sighs and drops his head back:

“You felt guilty…”

“Mm… Like I made you do something wrong and you were asking God to make you not think like that. And I don’t want you to feel guilt in front of Him.”

“I’ve never met an atheist with such strong religious beliefs”, he chuckles, kissing your hand. “I wasn’t praying about that - I wouldn’t.” Struggling with his feelings he still decides to go on. “I don’t want Him to take it away. I should, I know I should. Find sustenance in my faith - and I do, but there’s…something else”, he says, bringing his hands to his chest. “Not just…the physical aspect. Here, with you I’m…peaceful?”

“Don’t look to me for spiritual advice, Baekhyun, but you’re human so it is in your programming. So according to you the big man upstairs is the one who put it there, no?” 

“Still the science ace… Maybe you’re right, either way I won’t worry you about it anymore.”

“He says after worrying me…”

He laughs and nuzzles your neck:

“Can I stay the night?”

“The whole night? Yes.”

Shutting his eyes tightly he clasps his hands together theatrically.

“Lord, thank you for this bounty I’m about to receive...”

“B! He’ll strike you down, for sure..!” 

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You stop by the doorframe.

“Do you want to..?”

“No”, he answers cheerfully and pulls you in with him.

His jacket is neatly hung on the back of a chair and the cross goes in its pocket, but the rest is all clear - his grin fuses with his kissing when he feels the tug on his shirt, remembering the last attempt.

He takes his time stroking your cheeks, clearly enjoying the sensation of naked skin instead of the fabric of the standard underwear then firmly grabs, pushing his groin up. He breathes hard through the wet kisses when you slide your fingers along the outline of his bulge, and no wonder - he’s already hard enough that his cock has steered itself upwards in his boxers, creating a slight gap between the waistband and his skin. 

“Let me try something”, you ask more than say while pulling them down.

He looks unsure when you push his legs apart, but you assure him it’s “not that”, so he agrees, laying back down. Starting with his cheeks you kiss here and there, getting him used to the idea of being touched there and then softly lick over his hole.

“Ah!”, he stutters, closing his hand over the sheets as his mouth hangs open in anticipation.

It’s exactly the reaction you hoped for so you go on, firmly kissing, pointing your tongue and flicking back and forth as he revels in this new stimulation.

When he reaches with his hand to touch himself you let one syllable go:

“Don’t.”

“What… you never said that before…”, he pants, even more aroused by your assertion.

Moving upward you put your thumb under his balls, rubbing as you open your mouth to them, indulging in the jelly-like firmness against tongue and lips. Groaning, he looks on in distress about his ever growing lust versus your slow pace.

“You’re gonna make…”

Understanding what he means you oblige him, raising his cock with your fingers. His chest goes up high when you, seeing the white-ish fluid on it, circle your thumb to smear it and his breathing hitches when you place your fingertips on him, moving the skin up and down the ridge. He’s as ready as he’ll ever be when you finally take him in your mouth. Starting slow, letting him enjoy the sight of his cock disappearing in your mouth and your lips caressing them as you move up, you then put your thumb over his hole and rub quickly. It gets him rushing in no time, so you pump and suck faster.

“Now…”, he pants shallowly, closing his eyes. “O-hh…a-hh…a-hh!”

His face goes tense along with the hands clutching the sheets as his semen spurts out - for a moment he stops breathing. When you neatly finish, teasingly going over the ridge to the head over and over, the desperate moans of a lover coming completely undone fills the room. Eventually it’s all too much for him, so he lifts your chin up. Placing his hand over his balls, squeezing a little, he exhales hard.

“Ah…oh, G-” He shakes his head, chuckling at what he almost said and swallows. “You…”

¤

“But a part of me feels I should’ve let you make yourself…enjoy?”

His laugh is coated with honey and he hugs you tighter.

“I…eh, I enjoyed last night”, he shyly admits over your head.

“Oooh…Matteo said you were modern…” 

“I don’t normally..! But you got in my head. It was just like back in college when you were away and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“How was it?”

“Stop it..!”, he squeaks, but then mumbles in your hair. “It was…nice.”

¤

You cut the alarm and immediately feel Baekhyun’s arms around you.

“Ugh…why so early?”, he groans.

“I have a delivery coming…”

“Now?”

“Half an hour”, you sigh loudly. “Breakfast. You don’t have to get up.”

“You don’t have to get up… I’ll make breakfast later, I was the top porridge cooker in the whole diocese.”

“Oh… Tempting as that sou-”

“Don’t get up…”, he whispers, kissing your neck, stroking your nipple until it hardens under his touch.

A seamless roll and rip and he’s ready. Slowly, so slowly, he rounds deep inside, making sure he’s fully coating his cock then, ever so slightly lifting your cheek, starts thrusting…

BODY

Contains: SMUT 🔞 , I don't want to give it all away, but it's def. more kink-ish than the first (more references, but nothing "the Exorcist" if you know what I mean...), gen. expl. lang.

Pairing: au! non-fluffy priest Baekhyun x F. Reader

WC: 3k

¤¤

Suddenly the warmth is gone. You open your eyes and as expected someone’s blocking the sun.

“Excu- oh.” Realising the figure is wearing a huge golden cross your attitude shapes up. “I didn’t-”

“That’s alright.”

When he bends down, balancing on the balls of his feet you see what his voice already hinted - he’s one of the younger men. In his everyday black suit the only thing rivaling the attention of his cross is his hair. First mistaking it for the iconic hat some of them wear, you realise the blazing red is actually his hair; it screams “look at me” and with the face he has you don’t mind looking at all.

“You’re not from here.”

“How do you know?”

“I know everyone from my parish.”

“Maybe I just don’t attend..?”

His eyes travel down your body stretched out on the blanket. Your skirt goes to your knees so there's nothing especially titillating to see - only him making sure you see him looking.

“Mmh, no, I know everyone…” Noticing the magazine in front of you he raises his eyebrow. “Crosswords puzzle? Shouldn’t a young woman like you be out with your friends…boyfriends..?”

“Haven’t you heard, Father? Old school is the new school.”

“Father is so formal. How about we go with…daddy?”

The cross dangling from his neck doesn’t serve as a reminder at all when he picks up your pen and scribbles something - when he leaves you see he’s written down an address and time in the empty boxes.

¤

He’s already waiting by the steps when you come to the gate. Dressed up in full - cassock, red fascia and this time an actual biretta - he smirks and looks at his wristwatch.

“You’re late.”

“It said seven. Didn’t it?”

“And it’s four minutes past.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off you, licking his top lip as you get closer. When you pass him to go inside he emits a low, licentious murmur - both overpowering and arousing. Putting his arms around you he stops you from going further.

“Take your clothes off”, he groans in your ear.

“It’s a no name situation?” You’re somewhat taken aback by his rush.

“Baekhyun…”

“Priest-”

“Arch- no…” Amused, he pushes your ass down again. “Archbishop. I have something for you. Come on.”

Leading you up the stairs he takes you to his bedroom. Like the hallway and what little you glimpsed on the way up his penchant for heavy, dark wood and stained glass is evident - if it wasn’t for the lamp on the nightstand this could’ve been the Tudor era. You look inside the small bag he’s pointing to and feel a sliver of shame that you like that he wants you to be pornographic - that you hope he’ll be dirty and tell you what vulgar things to do.

“I won’t peak”, he says and turns around.

Even though he’ll see you naked in a matter of minutes you feel self conscious and hurry, keeping an eye on his back to make sure he really doesn’t peak, but it doesn’t take long since he didn’t get a top, just knee-highs and a garter belt to go with.

“Okay…”

Biting his lip he tilts his head when he sees the result.

“Come here…”, he says, tossing his hat on the desk.

And the closer you get the more comfortable you feel. He brushes his hand along your back, his thumb on your breast, humming with delight.

“You’re not a virgin are you?”, he whispers sweetly in your ear.

“We can’t all be Mary…”

With a swift flick his fingers clash against your ass leaving a smoldering burn.

“Don’t be profane. Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Because I say so.”

He doesn’t come up behind you when you put your palms to the wall, but goes to the bed. When you hear the swooshing of his trousers coming off you know why.

“I’ll call you Bathsheba…”, he muses. 

“Wasn’t she…”

“A whore? M-hm, aren’t you? Displaying yourself this morning? Seducing me? I bet you’ve been with a lot of  men…”, he says, turning himself on. 

“So why did you want me to come..?”

“Mh. To save you.”

Fascination isn’t half of what you feel when you turn around and see he’s taken his trousers and fascia off but left the cassock, only buttoning up as many as necessary for his cock to be freed; thick and hard, it lays against the black fabric on his stomach. 

He buries his hands in your hair when you straddle him, sucking roughly at your lips while you glide along the length until he’s had enough foreplay:

“Are you ready to receive god?”

“Are you..?”

He grins with savour at your response then tugs at your lips again while he feels for your entrance with his cock. Finding it, and finding it abundantly lubricated, he raises his body, gently pushing you down by the hip.

“Mm, that’s it…chh……ahh…no, you wouldn’t let anyone else touch you, would you…”, he whispers wetly in your ear. “No, you’re my little Bathsheba…”

Urging you to sit up, he doesn't want you to sit down, in order for him to buck upwards, thus keeping control of the act. Not seeing him naked isn’t a drawback, on the contrary, his proper appearance adds an air of mystery to it and coupled with his fingers wound around your garter the image should be inconceivable: the archbishop fucking you in his room.  

His mouth hangs open as he pushes his head to the pillow but you see the smile of elation as he energetically drives on - but snaps out of it when he hears your airy moan. The slightest change of position has taken you from enjoying the glide and massage to realising he’ll make you come if he keeps it up. And he does. Refreshed by the thought of it, his hold on your waist gets firmer and his features harden:

“Ahh…look at you go”, he croons when your thighs start spasming.

Rising until it overflows, the whirling orgasm fills your core, tightening your muscles around him, covering him with more fluids as you ride it out by grinding hard, clutching his robe.

Baekhyun suddenly rolls up so you fall back leaning on your arms. “Tsk, tsk, tsk” he goes, shaking his head while undoing the top buttons.

“You ruined it for me”, he says and pulls the cassock over his head, uncaringly throwing it to the floor before leaning over to kiss you - the wetter the better.

The cupping of your breast ends with a slap and it’s to his fancy that you jerk; bringing his head down he bites, moaning out hot air over your nipple when you yelp.

“Mm, your body knows it deserves to be chastised…”

Getting to the floor he rummages for a bit then you feel silk against your wrists - the red fabric he’s tying your hands together with is unmistakable. It isn’t until you try to bring them down you realise he’s secured it around one of the bedposts which fills you with a mixture of thrill and fear. Not true fear, just the nervousness of not knowing what he’ll get up to and how well you’ll be able to keep a straight face. 

“You shouldn’t look at my cock like that… Does this turn you on?”, he asks, glancing down at the hand pumping. “Hm? Enticing men like me?”

Slipping a finger under the strap on the back of your thigh and slowly draws it outward.

“Don’t”, you shake your head, but prepare to shut your jaw.

“Look what you’ve done.” His length still stands up, swaying, as he takes his hand off it.

“Then I guess you better fu-assh!”

Like the thinnest strip of wildfire the pain hits your leg and you can’t help but react. Putting his hand on it to soothe the burn, he also takes the opportunity to place your legs against his shoulders. “This one. Just breathe…”

“I’ll have to fight the devil really hard”, he says leaning forward, pressing his cock down into you. 

It’s such a tight space in this position, but he starts slow enough - himself finding he has to stretch gently - that you can let your body relax and open up to him. When he feels resistance disappear he lets out a low sigh as he starts rolling.

“Most merciful Mother-ah…” He pauses. “Mary… Liberate her of her sins….ohh…Unburden her of this pain.” With every line he goes faster and the clapping grows louder. “She accepts your retribution so she may feel your divine power anew.”

His shaming steeped in religion is hypocrisy at its finest, but somehow also a turn-on. Supported by his hands, knees barely touching the sheets, he barbarically pounds into you as you bounce into the mattress, clutching hard at the edge above you.

His breaths grow louder until they turn to hard moans and wet inhales as he sucks saliva.

“O-hh…”, he stutters and pulls out, gripping himself, pumping out his cum over your stomach “Ahh…a-hh…u-hh…”

“I think God meant for you to be naughty…’cus you have an ass that’s made to be spanked”, he whispers crudely, smacking it then firmly grabs. “Come back tomorrow.”

“What if I’m busy?”

He looks at you with the same hint of superiority as when you first met:

“Then you change your plans. God’s work comes first.”

¤

Hearing Baekhyun’s voice when the door opens downstairs makes you second guess your little surprise. Maybe sneaking into his rooms, using his fascia to tie a bow around your breasts, finishing it off with his biretta wasn’t such a good idea - not if he’s with someone. Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs your heart rate also goes up, nervous to find out if there’ll be an extra pair of eyes on you when the door opens. But if worst comes to pass he could pretend to be shocked at the discovery, and sitting with your legs neatly folded there’s technically not anything explicit for any fainthearted guest to see.

When the door opens you barely have time to register his expression before he turns away:

“On second thought”, he calmly calls to whoever's waiting downstairs “I remember I have some emails to go through. Go ahead, I’ll meet you there..!” 

“Oh, okay. See you there.”

Closing the door behind him, he immediately throws his tops on the floor and gets on the bed. Wet kisses being his M.O. he wastes no time stamping one on your lips, ardently caressing your leg.

“Oh, you are a little temptress…”

“You told me to come back…”

“I meant after service.”

“Do you think a heathen like me keeps track?”, you ask, gently squeezing the hardening bulge between his legs. “Were you going just now?”

“And I should drag you with me for this”, he says, flicking the bow. “It’s blasphemous.”

“And here I was taking after my devout teacher…”

He sneers and grabs you by the hair. He looks angry, but gets to his knees and pulls down his trousers with his free hand. Closing his fist over the top of his cock he pumps a few times, until he’s fully hard and presses your head towards it.

His thrusts aren’t so deep or fast that you can’t enjoy the taste of him or control the pressure with your tongue and lips. Seemingly forgetting he started in a scolding manner, he lets lust get the upper hand, tending only to his pleasure.

“Take me deep…”, he says huskily, so you push forward until you feel him at the curve of your throat. “Uh…again…”

It’s not without regret he removes himself from your mouth, tracing your lips with the head of his cock before doing so.

Brushing his nose against your shoulder, adding a kiss here and there, he starts caressing your thigh.

“Do you know…that some people do it somewhere else too?” Gracing his fingertip along your anal, he looks up, face full of disapproval. “Here?”

“The good book says it’s a no-no…”

“It does. I think I should show you why.”

“What if I already know?”

“You don’t. I have to show you.”

He drops a big glob of saliva in his hand and transfers it to the head of his cock. Standing close, aligning himself, he starts pushing. Your mouth opens wider the farther he squeezes past your ring until you feel the familiar closing where it ends.

“How does that feel, does it hurt?”, he asks, slowly, slowly working his length in, holding your cheek up to watch.

You shake your head no.

“No?”

“It feels good… Keep going.”

“You like it everywhere…”, he moans over your lips. “My filthy whore…”

It creeps and caresses your skin alike when he says things like that.

But you’re not the only one. After the brief kiss he leans back again, unable to take his eyes off of himself fucking you where it’s forbidden, only looking elsewhere when he drops his heads back and juts his jaw. Completely forgetting the so called lesson, his mind is on one thing only: thrusting faster.

Forcing out air through his nose harder the closer he gets, he’s desperately chasing his climax until he reaches it:

“Hh!…hh!…hh!...A-hh, ah!”, he wails, grinding his crotch against you, letting his cock empty itself as his fingers dig into your skin.

¤

When you spot the bare ankles under the cassock you can rest assured; everything else hadn’t been Baekhyun’s way of leading you up to this - a true call to piety. Making sure no one’s around you call down the aisle:

“How do I lock it?”

“You don’t.”

“And if someone walks in?”

“The devil took hold of me…”, he smirks, shrugging his shoulders.

“I hope that’s not a reference to me. Either way he must've got you good since you missed me.” Finally at the front, you sit down with him on the altar steps.

“I’m a chaste man, I can go without.”

“So if I stick my hand under here..?”, you tease, putting your chin to his knee, tugging at the hem of his robe.

“It’s only my tool.”

When you go ahead, he spreads his legs, giving you room to slide your hand up and down his length as he tries hard to control his reaction. Looking at you with dark eyes when you encircle the shaft and pump, he strokes your cheek and sternly says:

“I have to get these behaviours out of you. Not e-mh…not even in God’s house can you stop thinking about sex.” 

¤

“You’re not fooling anyone so you might as well show your true self.”

You’re not superstitious, but even for you being undressed in front of the great altar painting bears some weight. Resting your palms on the altar table, Baekhyun’s naked form behind you is as titillating as any of his vestments.

You feel every inch of him as he pushes his length in; his thighs against yours as he stretches up into you; his hands holding firmly on your hips.

“How many men have you engaged in sexual acts with since we met?”, he asks.

“None.”

“You’re lying”, he groans, roughly snapping his hips. “How many?”

“One.”

When he rams his cock in again you know there won’t be right and wrong answers - only his vise-like grip and violent thrusts conditioning the unwanted behaviour, so you might as well play along his way.

“Why were you already wet between your legs?”

“I… was thinking about you.”

“Did that happen before, when I wasn’t with you?”

“Yes…ah.”

“What did you do?”

You don’t want to say it - you want to say it.

“Put my hand inside, ah!…inside my panties.”

“And…?”, he asks, the lewd drip in his voice growing stronger with every question.

“Touched myself.”

“Did you push it inside?”

“Yes. I thought about you.”

“You thought about me, hm? What did you think?” 

“That you could see.”

“Masturbating in front of a bishop… You’re incorrigible.”

¤

“Stop looking at the door, no one’s gonna come in”, he says as you get up on the table, hoisting your leg to his shoulder.

This time he - luckily - stops at one, satisfied with holding high on your thigh; sliding his cock back in, he then grabs the other leg you wrap around him.

Surprisingly, the wet claps don’t echo across the space as you might’ve imagined, calling to higher powers about what sacrilegious acts are taking place under this roof, but stay centred, adding fuel to the fire of Baekhyun’s stomach continuously going back and forth. His quick tempo and short thrusts is the perfect set up for an orgasm, so you move your hand down.

“No”, he pants, but enjoys it when you spread your folds for him. “Is that how you touch yourself? Ah!…mm, my Bathsheba…so lonely without me.”

Increasingly letting out louder moans until he pounds as fast as he can, then again pulls out, but lets his cum land on your clit and can’t resist dipping the head back in, grunting hard as he does.

After riding it out, stroking his length a few times, he grabs the cassock off the floor, letting it hang open:

“Now…”, he says, stroking your stomach “...show me what you do when you think about me.”

¤

“See, it ain’t all that bad”, your aunt says as you walk inside this, the church you’ve supposedly never been to. 

“I never said bad, I said boring.”

“Oh, hush. There’s the bishop now, let’s go say hi.”

Catching the quick glance Baekhyun throws your way, you’re not sure how composed you’ll be so you make up an excuse, saying you’ve actually said hi in passing before.

“But I’m sure he only got back this morning?”, your aunt muses. “The man with the red sash there..?”

“No, the one with the red hair.”

“Him? That’s his nephew. No, Baekhyun’s no bishop. He’s a deacon - that’s his wife next to him.”

[iwadori]

hello! I love your works so much! Can I request an angst to comfort scenario for #21 on your prompt list?

“It’s my fault for trusting you”

Feel free to use whichever character(s) you like!!

When the haikyu boys neglect you for another girl PT 3

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Akaashi

You and Akaashi were beautiful people

Probably the most attractive pair of young adults that anyone can find

You were both top tier models in the industry

You always had a little rivalry between you but you always promised each other to never let it affect your ‘relationship’

“Beautiful darling, your beautiful” praised your photographer as you finished your shoot giving you air kisses on your cheeks. You thanked him and the rest of the staff and entered your dressing room sighing.

“Rough day?” Asked a voice, startling you a bit. You looked up to see your boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji sitting in the corner of your dressing room on a love seat.  

“Gosh Keiji you scared me” clutching your chest dramatically “But yes, the day has been tiring Fabio has really been overworking me lately” you complained. Akaashi walks towards you and gave you a peck on the cheek “Aww poor baby” he cooed mockingly, “but don’t worry ‘bout it Y/N your sucess will be all be worth it eventually” he says making you smile.

“and besides, you’ve got a shoot with me soon anyways” he winks, making you chuckle. You finished removing your make-up as Akaashi tells you about his shoot today and Bokuto’s (your fellow model friend) antics.  

You and Akaashi first laid eyes on eachother when you were both up and coming models, you both are under the same company. At first, both of your agents decided to make you spend time with each other to push the narrative of you being a couple anyways. However, since you and Akaashi had great natural chemistry it made your relationship great and made for a great photo too.  

As much as the public loved your relationship and the saucy photos you tend to make together, they also thrived of the slight rivalry you guys had together or the times when you guys bother shot with other people (since it was easy for a fan to make a new ship off of two people literally standing next to each other.)

You spent the next day having what you and Akaashi called a ‘rest day,’ you both specifically clear your schedules for every 2nd and 4th saturday of each month to not do any work-related for the day and just bask in each other’s companies (as you were both busy and barely got enough time to see one another.)

You watched multiple movies, made your own homemade cookies and dinner, had pillow fights, built forts. You both were having so much fun, until you both got a call...Just then, the vibe changed you went from your free-spirited fun selfs back into work mode.

Your agent told you that two brands *Insert big fashion designer brand here* and *Insert another big fashion designer brand here* were having some form of standoff. To be honest, you didn’t really care about the context of the shoot(s) in this case, as your agents call ruined your day. They wanted you and Tsukishima Kei, to do some competing shoots and promotional videos for their brand against the other designer.

After getting all your information from your agent, you go back into the living and see Akaashi sitting down thinking deeply about something. “What was your call about?” you inquire sitting down next to him.

“Oh just some silly designer brand competition thing.” he mindlessly replies, still thinking deeply.

“Yeah same. So what’s got you thinking all deeply then?” you ask

“My fellow model is going to be Kiyoko Shimuzu” he sighed, making you blink repeatedly before immediately saying “You can’t do the shoot”

Kiyoko Shimuzu was japans beauty. Everybody loved her, she’s been a model since she was a child everyone wanting a grasp on her looks. The guys wanted her, the girls wanted to be here. Kiyoko Shimuzu was a force to be reckon with.

The real problem at hand wasn’t her stunning looks, popularity and fame. It was her connection with Akaashi. Before Akaashi went big and met you, he was Kiyoko’s boyfriend (well ex-boyfriend now) and they broke up because of long-distance or something like that.

However, to you, Kiyoko’s feelings for your boyfriend have never went away. Whenever you guys bumped into each other at red carpet events or runway shows, she always seemed to linger a bit too long around your boyfriend, which definitely wasn’t to your liking.

Akaashi lifted up his head from inside his palms and looked at you as if you had grown another head. “What do you mean, ‘I can’t do the shoot’” he asked in disbelief

“I mean, you can’t do the shoot” you reiterated not understanding why he didn’t understand.  

Akaashi sighs before putting his face back in his hands to think, “Well I know you got to the shoot aswell Y/N who’s yours with.”

“Tsukki” You said nonchalantly say as if it was nothing, making Akaashi look at you again as if you were fully crazy before he had a chance to speak you cut him off saying “Don’t even start Akaashi.”

You and Tsukishima Kei, have best friends since you were kids. You weren’t romantic in any way shape or form, well at least you weren’t. Akaashi always claimed that that Tsukishima was in love with you, that you and Tsukishima were the perfect example of every ‘childhood friends-lovers trope’ ever, which to you wasn’t true. Everything between you and Tsukishima was and still is completely platonic which you can’t say the same for Akaashi and Kiyoko.

“You’re not doing the shoot” he says firmly as if he was your father.  

“Oh so you can do your shoot with your literally EX GIRLFRIEND, but I can’t do mine with my best friend... yeah make sense” you say standing up, astounded.

“Y/N chill, If you’re so adamant about me not doing it with Shi- Kiyoko, then I wont” he says pulling your arm down making you land on him “and you better not do it with ‘Tsukki’” he mocked.

“Okay so none of us are doing the shoots?” you ask looking up at him  

“Yup” he says  

“Pinky promise,” you joked sticking out your pinky in his face.

“Pinky promise” he agreed hooking his finger around yours.

For the next month it seemed you were booked busy, you barely got to see your boyfriend as his agent had him running around all of Japan and even had him booked in some places in Europe for this month. Of course, you missed him, but you understand how busy it can be doing your line of work. You’ve been quite busy too, doing the usual shoots and runways.

Although he was busy, Akaashi basically went radio silent on you. You still expected him to reply to some of your messages or at least call once or twice when he had the chance, since he must have 10 minutes of break time and that's the bare minimum.

It’s been two weeks since you last saw Akaashi (and that was on your saturday rest day) and you were expecting him to come over today so you could have another. Since of course, Saturday ‘rest days’ were basically a tradition for you and Akaashi before you even started dating.

You had no text from Akaashi explaining his lateness/absense, so you just figured he wasn’t coming putting a damper on your day. You spent the day lounging around and shoving your face with your favourite snacks and food.

You get a text from Tsukishima which read:

Tsukishima: 1 Image Attached  

Tsukishima: Looks whose boyfriend stumbled on set...

You didn’t respond as you were shocked at the sight you saw, the image was a picture of Akaashi and Kiyoko on set doing shots for the *insert the other rich designer brand* the shoot that you both agreed you wouldn’t do, which was also a LINGERE brand.  

You felt betrayed, you both agreed to not do the shoot and it’s not like you did do yours. You made sure to turn it down the day you made your agreement. And he skipped on your traditional saturday ‘rest day’ without even giving you any word of him not planning on arriving.

You didn’t know what to do, do you confront him about it? Or do you wait for him to approach you? Since he would plan on telling you about this right? You eventually messaged Tsukishima a ‘thanks’ and you decided how you were going to handle the situation. Pop up on Akaashi and Kiyoko at the photoshoot.

You knew where it was at, since you had the address already from when your agent first offered you the idea. You drove to the place in a breakneck speed, strutting in there like a woman on a mission (which you technically were.) You decided to wait in Akaashi’s dressing room, not wanting to cause a scene at the shoot which would be bad for yours, Akaashi’s and Kiyoko’s image and would be a waste of the time of the staff and photographer there.

Akaashi finally finished the shoot and entered his room with a sigh not realising that you were sitting in the corner of his room. “Did you have a rough time?” you ask mockingly making him jump and his eyes widen as you were the last person he expected to be there. “Why so shocked, you weren’t expecting me?” you still keep the same mocking tone in your speech.

“Y/N I-” He started  

“Y/N what?” You interrupted “Y/N I’m sorry for basically ghosting you for a month? I'm sorry for doing a shoot with someone who I know is still in love with me? I’m sorry for lying to you? I’m sorry for skipping out on our rest day with no explanation on where I am?” you stare at him as he stares back speechless.

“Oh, am I missing something?” you continue “Oh yes ‘Y/n I’m sorry for doing the shoot that we both agreed that we weren’t doing’” you sit down and wait for him to reply.

Akaashi puts his head down in shame, not really knowing what to say. Because of his silence, you roll your eyes and get up fed up with his lack of explanation. Before you fully leave Akaashi blocks your way with slight tears in his eyes “I had no other choice Y/N, I had to do all those shoots and travel other places with Kiyoko because sh-”

“Wait, that’s where you were?” you shout “Gallivanting around the country with HER!” you extend your arm pointing outside the door before you turn trying to leave again.

“N-No No Y/N you’ve got to listen to me” he said putting your hands on my shoulder “She has something, on me and I-I couldn’t I can’t get out of it. It’s deeper than just a simple shoot.” You were confused but you were so upset you just didn’t want to hear it so instead of listening to your boyfriend you decided to say “you’re so full of shit Akaashi” making him gasp at your coldness and the use of his last name. “ but hey I guess thats my fault for trusting you”

You finally left the room and went to go get a breather for a second with tears sparking in your eyes. You leaned against the wall and whispered “fuck” frustrated with the whole situation. Making you jump, Tsukishima said “you should go talk to him you know.”  

“What do you know Tsukki” he cringed at the nickname

“I know more than you Y/N, just go talk to him.” he said making you squint your eyes at him wondering what information he held.

When you walked back to Akaashi’s dressing room practicing an apology in your head. But you paused your arrival hearing Akaashi talking to the one and only, Kiyoko Shimuzu in his room.

“Let’s face it Akaashi, now that I’ve got this sex tape of us, I basically own you.” she said to him making your eyes widen.  

You decided the smartest thing to do was to pull out your phone and record as much as the conversation as you possibly could. Because you could already tell Akaashi was in a bind.

“The next thing I want you to do is...” she continued acting as if she was thinking “break it with Y/N!”

“No certainly not Kiyoko, you’re going too far.” he said making you smile internally that he still defended your relationship. “Me and Y/N are definitely NOT breaking up.”

“Akaashi are you forgetting that I have something over you.” she pulls out her phone and she plays a video, which you can only assume is the sex tape. You can hear a bunch of moans and groans which made your stomache ache.

Tired of hearing this, you burst into the room and say “What the fuck are you doing Kiyoko”  

“Oh Y/N how lovely for you to join us...” she said with a smile, “I was just discussing with your ‘boyfriend’ plans for our next shoots.”

“I always knew you were a bitch.” you say shocking your head at her.

“What do you mean Y/N?” she says with a fake smile, not knowing that you were listening in on your conversation “Actually Akaashi was telling me something he had to tell you... isn’t that right Akaashi.” you both looked over at him and he was scared and speechless.

“Oh you mean how you’ve been blackmailing him for the past two weeks...” you accuse  

“You have no proof of that.” She taunted  

“Oh do I..” you rebuttal then pressing play on the recording you just took watching as both Kiyoko and Akaashi look shocked. Kiyoko scurries out the room knowing she’s been caught leaving you with a triumphant smile.

You sit down, gesturing Akaashi to sit next to you. “Akaashi, I’m so sorry for not listening to you earlier I felt so betrayed thinking that you went agaisnt out agreement, but I guess I was just being a self-obsessed bitch” you say with you now looking down in shame.

“Y/N” he says with you still not meeting his eye “Y/N look at me” he lifted your chin up so you met his eye “It’s fine, It’s completely fine you didn’t know of course you didn’t know, how would you know of sex tape I unknowingly did back when I was 16!” he exclaims “Its fine, we’re good” he pulls you into a hug and kisses you on the forehead.

After you both calm down, Akaashi explains how Kiyoko started to blackmail him and how the agency loved the idea of them two being together (not the blackmailing) as it created a jealousy storyline between you and her and how every time they met she kept proposing ridiculous demands.

“Also, how did you know I ended doing the shoot?” he asks

“Oh a little bird told me” you tease  

“You mean a 6ft2 bird with blonde hair and a shit personality.” he retorts making you laugh  

“Heyy don’t be so mean, if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t of came to save the day.”

“True, I’d give him that.”

Eventually, you and Akaashi go to your agency and present all your evidence and claims that Kiyoko was blackmailing Akaashi. Although they were upset, that Akaashi did partake in a sex tape they knew that they’d be an even bigger scandal if you presented your news that Japans sweetheart Kiyoko Shimuzu was blackmailing Akaashi Keiji. So the agency thought it was in everyones best interest if they got Kiyoko to sign an NDA saying that she will never bring forth or share the Sex Tape to anyone and she’ll agree to be dropped from the agency.

Your life was great now, with Kiyoko off your back and Akaashi being back to his usual self you couldn’t wish for anything more. You ended up doing the shoot persuading the design brand person (whatever the name for it is) to agree to let you do the shoot together instead of with other people. Both brands let you, because who wouldn’t want Akaashi Keiji and L/N Y/N to do a shoot together?

AUTHORS NOTE: this is the longest work ive written for a single character and i am TIRED lol..I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my other works so I hope you enjoy this one.. to be honest I think with my works I start off strong and end shitly :// However I wanted to do something different today by making them models instead of students so I hope you like it. Now im off to read some fanfic so you guys have a good day!! <3 

[sergiovinazzi]

Stolen - Lando Norris x Reader (Chapter Two)

2.9k words, rated E for everyone :)

Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

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On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

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[darylsgirl]

He’s just like the sun. Daryl Dixon x Reader 18+ Smut

*Second ever Fanfic! Exciting! I hope you guys enjoy this! Please let me know if there is anything you’d change about it or anything you like! I would love some tips on how to improve!  I will warn it does get pretty dark at points, but the story just kind of got away from me again haha! Younger reader and Older Daryl for the anonymous request! Hope this has lived up to your expectations! Hope y’all having a lovely day <3*

Warnings!: Domestic violence, Heavy cursing, Violence and Smut 

Summary: Daryl had saved you from a herd of walkers, When you reached Alexandria he became distant and you started dating Spencer. He stayed away from you fully until Carol brought it to his attention that Spencer could be hurting you. Long slow burn. Smutty ending with Confessions of love :) 

Part Two              Part three 

“Good morning baby” He said rolling on top of you kissing you swiftly. 

“Good Mornin’ Spence' You replied squirming uncomfortably.

He enveloped you in his arms around you pulling you closer to him. 

“Sorry Spence, but carol’s expecting me. I really have to go!” 

His eyes flashed dark, He finally released you. “So just Carol? Or is there anyone else you will be seeing today?” 

You pushed your hand to the back of your neck rubbing it uncomfortably. “Urm yeah i think it’s just carol, She did say something about Rosita popping by to give us a hand” 

“Well you know what to do if anyone else turns up right? Or should I remind you?” He said with a smirk now. 

Your eyes met his panicked now “No i promise only Carol and Rosita. I know what to do i promise baby”

Ugh you hated calling him that but you knew it worked. You looked back at him and could see your words had placated him for now. Running to the bathroom you quickly got ready for the day, Checking over your appearance in the mirror you were satisfied that everything would look normal to anyone looking at her. You tucked your shirt into your jeans wincing as you did to make sure this didn’t rise up and left the bathroom. Sighing a breath of relief when you saw that Spencer had gotten up and left. Running a hand through your hair you ran downstairs, laced your boots up hastily, Leapt off the porch and headed towards Carol’s house.

You always loved your days with Carol, She was the most incredible woman. Tough, unrelenting and takes no nonsense but yet the mother of the group and loves everyone unconditionally, You’re pretty sure she would die for any one of you. She made you feel safe and at ease which is two feelings that were hard to come by these days. 

Smiling as you saw Carol in the front garden digging. You ran over and saw that there was a tray sitting on the porch with two cups of tea and some pancakes waiting. She nodded towards the porch “Go on help yourself Y/N. I'll be over in a minute” Another reason you just loved Carol. She. was. The. best. Cook. Even something as simple as pancakes you knew were going to be delicious.  “So I heard through the grapevine it’s your birthday soon?” Carol asked. You smiled at her “Yeah,I’ll be 22 on April 16th. Not that i’m even sure when that is now” 

“It seems silly now but sometimes i wonder what it would of been like to have my first drink, Never got a chance with the end of well….everything”

Carol looked over at you and checked the calendar. “Deana told me the date when we got here and I've been marking it ever since. Looks to be a week on Tuesday! Got anything nice planned?” “Nah, Just another day to me now!” You said shrugging. 

“Is Spencer planning anything?” 

“Um not sure, I don’t think i’ve told him if i'm honest”

“Well tell me then. If you could have anything in the world what would it be” 

You smiled the answer coming so easy to you now “A sunflower, I would really love to see a sunflower again” 

Carol nodded at you. “Now that would be something” 

Smiling happily again as you sat down you pulled a plate of pancakes on your lap and ravenously ate groaning as you did. “Carol, these are sooo good. What’s the secret?” 

“Y’all know if i tell you, i’d have to kill you” She said with a light hearted laugh and a wink. 

You had quickly finished your plate using the tea to wash it down. You thanked Carol, Grabbed the tray and walked in to clean the dishes. Carol followed in behind you talking about the day’s tasks. You didn’t really pay much attention as you were happy to do whatever as long as you weren’t stuck at home or with him. 

That’s when you heard him “Mornin’ Carol any o’ those fer me?” You body froze with fear, You needed to get out of here NOW. You scrubbed the plates and mugs as quick as you could and set them on the side of the sink to try. Spinning around you grabbed a dish cloth and wiped your hands. “I’m so sorry Carol, I just remembered I promised Spencer something, I have to go. I’ll see you soon?”

You started making your way briskly towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist. “Y/N There a problem here?” You were too scared to look him in the eye, Those were your weakness so bright and beautiful. “No Daryl, Just cant be here” You muttered staring at your feet silently begging him to push and save you, But in true shy Daryl fashion he released your arm still staring at you. 

Carol cleared her throat “I thought you had made a promise not that you couldn’t be here?” She walked over to you, also staring at you intensely. “Same thing, Not allowed. Promised Spencer” Carol’s eyes burned looking at you she grabbed your face pulling your eyes up to meet yours. “Not allowed?” She asked softer than you expected. You nodded your head slightly “Please Carol i have to go” You begged her scared. She gripped your face tighter, Her eyes wandering quickly across your face. You ripped your face from her hands and Carol gasped. Panic building in you again you turned and ran through the front door with Carol and Daryl hot on your heels. 

As you hit the pavement you ran straight into him, You froze again,Fear in your eyes, your eyes downcast..

Spencer looked at you then looked at the porch seeing them both there he wrapped his hand around your lower back digging his nails painfully into your side. You jumped slightly. Spencer put his lips to your ear and whispered “Smile and wave and say goodbye to your friends” Putting an emphasis on the word friends. Tears stung your eyes. 

You looked up at carol placing an unconvincing smile on your face, “Bye guys, Thank you for breakfast Carol” The second the words had left your mouth Spencer was dragging you by the hip back to the house your eyes still not leaving Carol’s in a wordless plea. 

Back on the porch Carol turned to Daryl “Fuck, We gotta do something about that” “Bout what?” he asked puzzled “God Daryl you can be so blind sometimes!” “Didn’t you see her neck when she was leaving, Those bruises were finger marks. I’d bet my life on it” He looked over at Carol shocked “He like Ed?” She nodded mouth forming a thin line “The one thing that bastard was good for is he taught me to see the signs of that evil in others, That fear was mine not too long ago” She continued “We can’t just get involved that won’t help we need to watch him and catch him at it so he can’t make her lie” 

Daryl felt like something inside him had broken, He couldn’t believe that prick was doing this to her, To Y/N, A Girl like that deserved to be treated like an angel. He wished he could have told her how he felt before all this and saved her the pain. 

He had loved her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her. He had been the one to find her when they were on the road to DC. She was alone trying to fight off a herd of walkers with a determined look in her eye. Daryl had known he wasn’t supposed to get involved; he was supposed to be just observing and reporting back to the group. But the look in her eye  had made him charge forward “Hey!! Over here! Follow me!” She hadn’t even given it a second thought she just ran towards him and swung her leg over the back of his motorbike and they had ridden off. It had happened so quickly neither of them had the chance to wonder if the other could be dangerous. They both had connected at a base level without suspicion. 

Daryl had forced his bike to its limits, hightailing it back to the group with her arms around him. When he got back to them Rick had rushed forward to greet them looking warily at the pair, Daryl stopped the bike and started trying to explain to his friend when she fell sideways from the bike. Having to explain to the group that he didn’t even know her name was difficult but he just had to save her. By way of an explanation he just said “Any woman tha faces down a hoard alone earnt her chance” 

Daryl hadn’t left her side until she woke up. Seeing his reaction to this woman the group didn’t question it and just accepted her as one of their own. 

Daryl smiled thinking back to all the moments you two had been together on the road to here, To alexandria which had quickly become home. Before here he had barely left your side, He had thought you were incredible. A complete badass. From the first day you had defended and helped the group as if they were already family. You were a perfect fit. You were everything he wasn’t Light and beautiful. He knew a woman like you would never want the dark twisted man he had become but he couldn’t stop himself from being around you. You were magnetic. 

He never had the guts to tell you all of this, He knew you would reject him and everything your presence had healed in him would be shattered again. When they had gotten to Alexandria he had started seeing less of you as you had taken up your post at the infirmary and he had been going on more and more runs to keep the community fed and taken care of. He had started to wish for injuries just so he would have an excuse to feel your eye’s meet his again. He craved your touch with everything in him. But of course he could never tell you that, It would be so wrong of him. He was no good for you, he was atleast 20 years older for a start, An old redneck like him could never deserve a young beauty like you. 

About a week after you had all gotten here someone else had noticed you. You seemed to rebuff his advances at first which gave Daryl hope. A few weeks later Daryl was sent on a long run and when he came back there you were on Spencer's porch wrapped in his arms, Laughing at his words. That memory was the most painful for him, He had just gotten up the guts after a very close call to tell you how much he loved you and needed you to be his and there you were, Someone else’s now.

He couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if you had in fact been his, He spent all of his nights wondering what it would be like to have you in his arms lay next to him, Wondering what your lips would feel like on his, How your skin would feel under his fingers, Your breath on his skin. All of these nights ended in a hurried and urgent tug as he let his mind imagine your hands were his. Moaning your name night after night. Always opening his eyes to the empty space beside him and the gripping pain in his chest. 

“Daryl, Come in Daryl” Carol was waving her hand in front of your face. “Uhh Sorry, What did you say?”

“I said,'' Can you make an excuse to go to the infirmary tonight?” He balled his fists. He could definitely do that. He waited a few hours and then stormed towards the garage with Carol hot on his heels. He drew a deep breath and then punched his hand through the glass cabinet. Drawing his hand back and watching the blood seep down his wrist. Looking up at Carol expectantly “That’ll do nicely Daryl” With a glint in her eye. She turned and grabbed a rag off the side and wrapped it around his wrist. You go to the infirmary ill get Y/N. Daryl couldn’t feel the pain of what he had done yet, He could just feel the adrenaline rushing through him. 

Carol ran across and down the street stopping to take a deep breath before knocking she heard a whimper from inside. Fixing a panicked look on her face she knocked urgently. A few moments later Spencer tore the door open, “What?” He demanded. Unfazed Carol replied “Hey spence! I’m sorry to intrude so late but we need Y/N Its urgent” She smiled sweetly at him. “Whatever you need her for you either tell me or you can wait till tomorrow” Showing him the blood on her hands. “Well um there was an accident and we can’t find denise.” She said in an innocent voice. Hearing this you appeared at the door and looked up at spencer. “I need to go, I promise i'll be quick…. Please?” You smoothed your hair over your neck again and started out of the door towards Carol when Spencer caught your wrist pulling you back to him. “You better be, I aint done with you yet” He growled into your ear, Then pushed his lips to yours put a fake smile on his face “Okay honey, Be Careful”

You took this moment to pull your arm from his following Carol pressing her for more information. You arrived at the infirmary and saw Daryl on the steps blood dripping down his hand onto the steps. You unlocked the door and ushered him and Carol inside. 

Sitting Daryl down and not meeting his eyes you delicately removed the rag from his wrist and grimaced. Knowing better than to ask questions you set to work with a pair of tweezers and started removing the glass shards from his hand and wrist before cleaning the wound, Stitching and bandaging it as quick as you could. You braved a glimpse upwards and saw his eyes searching your body and then your eyes. 

Seeing those beautiful blue eyes hit yours you were fighting the tears. You wanted to spill and tell him everything. He had always had that effect on you all he had to do was look at you and you wanted to pour yourself into him. You had loved him from the very beginning, From the moment your eyes met you had craved him, Craved those beautiful strong arms around you keeping you safe from the world. 

You had always wished he would show even a spark of interest towards you, Well he was always around but he acted so indifferent. 

Engrossed in his eyes just staring at each other it was like there was no one else in the world, He was the sun pulling you in. His hand came up and moved the hair from your face, His fingers lingering before moving your hair completely away from your neck, his eye’s darting downwards inspecting you. His eyes grew dark then “Please Y/N what has he done to you?” his eyes were fixed on your neck as he reached forward and brushed his fingers across your throat tracing the bruises. 

Your breath hitched in your throat enjoying his touch. Carol cleared her throat from the corner “Guys we got company” Daryl dropped his hand and darted forwards blocking the doorway as it flung open. 

Spencer, He was fucking everywhere. 

“Can i help you?” Daryl growled. “What are you doing man, Where’s my girl?” Spencer asked. “She’s Busy and she’s gon be busy for a long time. Why don’t you take off kid” Daryl said still not moving from spencer’s way “I’ll take off when i’ve got my girl, Get the fuck out of the way” You could hear the change in his tone turn from polite to the voice that sent fear through your bones. 

You stepped forward. “I’m right here. It’s okay i won't be long” Daryl looked back at you pained “Yeah ya will. We aint letting ya go back with him” Roaring “Fucking look at yaself Y/N look at those bruises!” He span back at spencer “Ya needa take a fuckin hike, Touch her again ill kill you” He growled. Spencer looked amused “Yeah, Ok redneck scurry on to your moonshine and skinning possums'' He half laughed. “You think that little bitch wants you? She’s mine. Now get your ass here Y/N before i get fucking angry.” 

Daryl was heaving now Carol rushed forwards and grabbed his arms as he went to lunge forward. You forced your body forward in between them both tears freely running down your face now. “It’s okay, Daryl I’m okay. I’m not worth it” You winced when you felt Spencer's hands dig into your already bruised hips again. Daryl saw this “Ya gotta be kiddin me Y/N Ya worth 10 o’ him'' His eyes searched yours again desperate. “Please Daryl don’t make this any worse” “You heard her white trash” Spencer then pulled you from the room back down the infirmary steps, Daryl watched as he pulled her down the street and threw her back through the front door” 

Anger boiling through his veins he took off in the other direction, grabbed his bike and took off out of the gate and into the night. 

A week had passed since that night, It had taken a week to recover from the beating he gave you. You knew the rules No talking to either of them now. You were to go to work and come home, No more out of hours calls. You watched when Daryl finally rode back into town. Covered in walker blood his face still contorted in anger when he rushed back into the house. You saw the light come on in the basement and watched as he smashed up what few belongings he had before settling onto his bed. This had become your favourite pass time you loved that you could see straight into his room and the garage when he was in there. Spencer had already noted they could see into this house and had kept the curtains drawn on all rooms at all times. 

When you finally did go back to work Spencer walked you to and from the infirmary for the first week until he started to relax again. You liked it better when he relaxed, He could be sweet and loving towards you and you did everything you could to prolong it to avoid his rages again. 

On the tuesday you now knew was your birthday, You went to work with a half smile on your face. Denise pointed over to a desk “That was dropped off for you earlier” You walked over and found a slightly dirty Pin. Flipping it over you saw it was a beautiful painted sunflower. Beaming you turned back to denise “Who was it?” “Ahh sworn to secrecy! Sorry Y/N” You playfully growled at her “ooh terrified! I’m more scared of them, than I am of you Y/N Sorry still not telling!” You laughed and decided to let it go and just enjoy your beautiful thoughtful gift. 

Since Spencer had relaxed he had let you walk to work and back alone on the second day of this you heard him. “Y/N wait up!” Shit not now! What if he’s watching. You darted your eyes around and picked up the pace towards home. Running to catch up with you, Daryl ran in front of you and made you stop. 

“Please not now Daryl, If he sees...I’m not allowed….I’m not allowed to be near you” You stuttered. You gazed up at him pleading. His eyes went hard. “No! NO! I aint allowing it! Ya not going back to him Y/N I aint allowing him to hurt ya again!” You started shaking at his raised voice. Daryl noticed this and looked to be struggling with himself before finally lunging towards you and taking your head in his hands making your eyes stay on his. There it was again he was the sun and you couldn’t pull away even if you wanted to. 

“I love ya Y/N, I fuckin love ya! I can’t watch him not treat you like how you deserve! I’ll take care of you please, please let me i'll protect you with everythin i have!” His eyes looked wild and desperate. You couldn’t stop yourself, you pushed your lips forward meeting his hurriedly matching his desperation. The world could have ended again right then. You wouldn’t have cared one bit as he wrapped his arms around you and you melted into him feeling safe at last. 

Your hands made their way to his hair no longer caring who was watching and pulled him closer to you. He pulled away reluctantly. “Come on we’re getting ya stuff now. I’m not having ya there for another second '' Your brain still foggy you nodded giggling and let him pull you towards your house. Panic setting in again. Spencer should still be on guard duty the house should be empty so why were you so afraid. 

You looked back at Daryl and melted again. “Wait here, I won't be long, there's not much I need” He nodded at you taking a defensive stance and staring into the street. 

You ran up the stairs and threw the door open shutting it softly behind you and ran up the stairs grabbed your bag from under the bed and stuffing clothes in at random, Next you turned to the bathroom and grabbed your tooth brush and other bits. Smiling at yourself in the mirror not recognising the happy woman in front of you. 

It was then you saw him leaning against the doorway behind you. “That was quite a show Y/N, Well there’s only one thing for it! You ain’t goin nowhere with him with fuckin nobody but me bitch” He smirked at you and dove forward grabbing fistfuls of hair in his hands he threw your head forward smashing it into the mirror. You screamed begging him to let go as he continued to pull your head back and hit it back into the wall. You could feel the blood running down your face. Clouding your eyesight. Suddenly the hands were gone you gripped the sink fighting to stay up right. Grabbing a cloth and rubbing the blood out of your eyes you saw Spencer being dragged from the room. You followed as quick as your stumbling legs would carry you. 

You made it out onto the street to see spencer in the middle of the road and Daryl over him punching everywhere he could “I fuckin told ya, I’d Fuckin told ya i’d kill ya” He was screaming into his face. You looked around and saw a crowd had formed. Deana, Spencer’s mother was screaming for Daryl to stop. Which brought Rick and the others running. Carol ran straight for you taking your head in her hands and pulling you close. Whispering “It’s okay now Y/N. It’s okay i’ve got you” 

Rick ran straight at Daryl pulling him away from Spencer. Spencer pulled himself up and spat the blood from his mouth glaring at you now He pulled himself to his feet stumbling, eyes locked on you glaring he screamed “You little bitch” and ran at you. Rick couldn’t restrain Daryl any more as Daryl ran forward grabbing Spencer and throwing him to the ground again just before he reached you. Rick and a few others ran forward again and stood in front of you guarding you from Spencer. Daryl saw the fear in your eyes and rounded back on him. 

Crouching over Spencer on the floor Daryl yelled “Ya don’t listen do ya, Rick was trying to save ya miserable piece of shit life” He punched him again. “Me, I want to see ya as an undead asshole and I wanna be the one to do it, So keep pushing it Spencer” He pulled his crossbow from off his back and pointed it at the man on the ground, his chest heaving now. A strangled cry left your throat then.

Pushing yourself out of Carol’s arms you made your way to Daryl, You put your hand over his on the bow and pushed it down. Internally begging him to look at you. He finally did “Please Daryl it doesn’t matter, I don’t matter. I won’t have you being a murderer for me” 

Daryl’s eyes softened before turning back to spencer “Twice in a day someone else has saved ya fuckin life. Don’ even think about coming near her again. I even smell you near her or catch you looking at MY WOMAN again. ill rip ya fucking eyes out” He roared

Deanna was at her sons side now “He gets it please, Please leave so i can take my son home”

Daryl turned to you “Come on baby, We need to go home too” He dropped his crossbow back over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you to him and pressing his lips to your forehead. You instantly relaxed grinning into him and you let him guide you again over to his house and down to his basement. You looked at him sadly when he pulled his arms from around your shoulders and turned to lock the door behind you pulling the deadbolt across. 

He turned smiling at you “Come on let’s get a good look at ya” Putting his hand in yours he brought you to the bed and sat you down inspecting the gash on your head. “We needa get you to Denise to get ya patched up” You grimaced “No she will be busy with him, I can do it. You got a needle and wire?” He looked at you shocked “Um yeah somewhere here” He busied himself getting those for you. He came back to you with them and some rubbing alcohol and bandages “Ya sure ya don’t want Denise? I’d do it but i'd probably make it worse” You smiled at him again sighing “It’s okay Daryl, It’s not my first rodeo” You made your way to the mirror and calmly cleaning and stitching yourself up. 

Daryl was half fascinated and half horrified as he watched you work. You looked so calm and didn’t even flinch when you were stitching yourself. It disturbed him to know you had probably gotten used to giving yourself medical attention. He waited patiently for you to be done. When you finally made your way back to him he pulled you back into his arms breathing deeply “I ain’t ever gonna let anyone hurt ya again Y/N not ever.” 

You reluctantly pulled yourself away now looking up at him with tired eyes. “I um didn’t get a chance to get my bag. Could I borrow something? I think I need to lie down, If that’s okay? Or I could go ask Carol if she minds me going upstairs?” 

“Ya kiddin aren’t ya? I aint letting you out of my sight” Getting nervous suddenly “Unless ya don’t want to be here. I aint gonna force you to stay or anything else'' You smiled at him again “Daryl i want to be here, With you. It’s all i’ve ever wanted” He grinned relieved, turned to his dresser and pulled out one of his shirts. “This alright?” You pulled the shirt up to your face smelling it briefly, It was clean but still smelled distinctly like motor oil and cigarettes. Just like him. You smiled sweetly at him “It’s perfect, Thank you” 

You looked pointedly at him, He laughed awkwardly, lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling above giving you your privacy. You slowly started removing your clothes wincing at points where your skin was still tender. Gratefully pulling his shirt over you and Scooping your hair out of the neck. 

“I don’t suppose the infamous Daryl Dixon owns a comb or brush does he?” You said amused. He jumped up again grabbing a brush from another drawer and bringing it over to you. His eyes assessed you “I don’t think ya going to manage to brush that out. Needs washin” 

“Oh and you're the authority on washing now?” You winked at him. You brought your hand to your hair and realised he probably had a point, Looking at him meekly this time. “Sorry I'm being such pain. Would you mind?” “Course not Darlin” He led you to the bathroom just off his room. He grabbed a towel and some shampoo from the cupboard and handed them to you, He turned the shower on “Give it a sec, Generator needs ta kick in” 

You shooed him out of the bathroom, Unwillingly pulling his shirt back off you and stepped under the shower. You couldn’t help but cry out the pain in your head was back, You ran your hand through your hair and felt a sharp pain in your palm. Reaching back you pulled out a piece of mirror that had embedded itself in your scalp, dropped it and let your head back into the water again, Whimpering again as you did. 

Daryl came crashing back into the bathroom “Y/N You okay?” “I'm okay” You stuttered. Not convinced he lingered in the doorway a moment more before leaving. 

The pain had started to recede and you enjoyed the water cascading over you. Once you had managed to wash the blood from your face and hair you turned the water off and stood naked in front of the mirror assessing the general damage to your body. This isn’t something you usually liked to do but it was time for the denial to be lifted and face facts. 

Daryl heard the water shut off and when you hadn’t reappeared after a few minutes he went to check on you again and thats where he found you on the floor sobbing holding your chest. He rushed down to you and scooped you into his arms still naked and shaking from the cold. 

“It’s okay Y/N I got ya now, I got ya always” He carried you to the bed pulling the towel with you and wrapping it around you. He lay you down on the bed stepping back. He finally saw the marks he had been searching for on you for weeks and he wished he hadn’t. They were everywhere old and new mixed together indistinguishable from each other. 

He dropped to his knees at the side of the bed burying his head into the mattress at the side of you. “Y/N please tell me what to do, Ya want him dead. I’ll do it, Ya wanna leave, I’ll take ya. Ya want to be alone, Ya can have my home. Please tell me what you want. Anything. I’ll get it Ya.” 

You looked at him sleepily “I just want to sleep” He looked at you standing and pulled the covers over you. “Okay, Ya need me shout and i'll be upstairs” You looked at him and panicked “No please don’t leave me” He ran his hand through his hand and was suddenly nervous again. 

“Ok, Y/N move over” He put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you toward him, You nuzzled into his shoulder. “Thank you” You murmured groggily and fell into a deep sleep instantly feeling safe.

Daryl lay by her side all night. Watching over her as she slept. The adrenaline was still pumping through his veins from the day's events, He looked over at you worried as you started mumbling and thrashing in your sleep. He tried to calm you by pulling you closer to him and whispering “It’s ok Y/N Your safe now.” Her mumbilings became more frantic “noo, Pleasee stop” Daryl’s heart felt like it was breaking as he held you. 

Suddenly you jolted upright sitting up with the ghost of a scream on your lips. You jumped up and dove across the room panicking, Collapsing into the corner hyperventilating. He was on you in seconds pulling you close again. Telling you it was going to be okay. It took you a minute to realise you really were safe and you relaxed into his arms allowing him to carry you back to the bed. 

You stayed by Daryl’s side for the next few days, They had been amazing, Everything was starting to feel like it was before Spencer; Spencer had been staying with Deanna while he recovered from the beating Daryl gave him which gave you a chance to clear everything of yours out of there. You were offered the house but with the memories you had there you couldn’t stay and besides you were much happier in that little basement room with Daryl than you had been in that huge house with him. 

Rick had agreed with Deanna that Spencer was to stay in her home and be monitored for as long as it took to see he had learnt his lesson and would stay away from you. The alternative being that Rick would let Daryl do what he wanted to him or he would be banished from the town. Depending on the severity of his possible future actions. 

Daryl hadn’t said a word to you about that day since, You can understand him not mentioning Spencer or those events but he hadn’t brought up the kiss or made any form of move since. You had come to think that he hadn’t meant it and that was just him trying to get through to you.

You really wanted to hate him for it, For making you believe someone as amazing as him could possibly care about you but Maybe Spencer was right, Maybe he was the only one who could ever love you. The thought was painful but just as you had decided to face facts about what he had done to you, You also needed to face facts about yourself and your limitations. 

It was only when you were both alone in bed that he ever slightly lowered his walls, When he would open his arms to you in bed and you would both snuggle while you slept. You would always wake alone with Daryl either working in the garage or out running jobs for Rick. 

One morning you woke up alone as always and found Daryl in the kitchen waiting for you, Trying to keep the grin from your face “Good morning!” You said brightly. He looked at you exhausted. “Mornin Y/N, I have to go on a run may be a day or two, You gonna be okay?” 

“Oh, Yeah sure. Do you need me to find somewhere else to stay while you're gone?” The happiness at seeing him already dissipating. “Course not, Me and Carol want ya here. Ya welcome for as long as ya want.” He then muttered “I don’t ever want ya to leave” under his breath. 

“Thank you Daryl, You don’t know how much this means to me, so…? when are you leaving?” 

“Uhm, Now actually. Just wanted to wait for ya to get up to let ya know, Anythin ya want me to keep an eye out for?” “No Daryl it’s ok. I couldn’t live with myself if anyone got hurt looking for something I wanted. The only thing I need is for you to come back to me, Unhurt…. Promise?” He smiled briefly at her taking her hand in his. “I promise Y/N. I promised to protect ya, It’ll take more than a few walkers to stop me keepin tha promise” 

Cuddling up in bed that night you knew it would be difficult to get any sleep, It always was when he left even before when you were with Spencer. You could never quite get a decent night's sleep until Daryl was home safe. You snuggled up to this pillow on his side of the bed breathing in his scent imagining his arms were wrapped around you safe. 

Half way through the next day he returned. Daryl and the group came flooding through the doors of the infirmary carrying an unfamiliar woman between them, She was passed out with blood covering her clothes. Wishing you had a moment to greet him, You and Denise flew into action looking over the woman and cleaning any wounds you could find. Once you were done and determined that she hadn’t been bitten and had no life threatening wounds, You stepped back “Is it ok if i leave you to finish?” You asked denise. She looked to you and then to Daryl pacing at the other end “Yeah” She nodded. “Can you fill those guys in?” You nodded back at her and walked over to them. 

“Hey, She’s ok. No severe injuries Just a bit dehydrated and probably hungry. Shouldn’t be too long before she wakes up.” A few relieved mutters were shared around the group before they departed for home to see their loved ones. You ran into Daryl’s arms and then held him in front of you checking over him for any cuts or marks that may need to be seen to. “m’ok , Really Y/N I’m ok jus’ tired. Can we go home? I needa talk to you” He looked at you desperately.

You nod your head taking his hand and following him towards your house. 

As you were walking you could feel his fingers nervously gripping your hand. He stopped suddenly and stepped in front of you. Reaching his hand to your jumper brushing his fingers over your sunflower, You looked at him with sudden realisation. “It was you?” 

“I heard ya with Carol that day, I couldn’t let your birthday go by and not get ya anything” He blushed looking away from you. 

You reached up and caressed his face gently pulling his face to face you again. “Thank you Daryl. That was incredibly sweet.” You pushed yourself up towards him pressing your lips to his softly, He moaned and tangling his fingers into your hair pulling you closer.” Just like last time it was over far too quickly, He started pacing in front of you. 

“No.no.no” he muttered “I can’t do this, It will take me weeks to forget again” He started pacing faster, his hands ripping at his hair. 

“Daryl stop!” You grabbed his hands pulling them out of his hair. “Please look at me! Why can’t you do this?! You told me you loved me for fuck sake and then act like it never happened! Tell me why!!” You were almost screaming, battling with your tears. How could he turn a moment so perfect into such a mess! 

“I’m 24 years older than ya, Did ya know that Y/N? I’m a filthy good for nuthin OLD redneck, I aint go no right to be with someone like ya! No matter what i want!!” He stopped pacing and looked straight at you again.

“I don’t care about your age! Why would that matter? What about what I want Daryl? You told me that night if i wanted anything you would get it for me, Well i’ve decided. I WANT YOU! It’s always been you!” Your tears are flowing freely now. The nosey neighbours of Alexandria started to gather at the noise, Trying to tune them out and you turned back to Daryl. “WELL? Don’t go all broody Dixon on me now!” 

He looked torn between pain and anger at the scene you two were now creating. Still not speaking to you. 

“You know what, Fuck you Dixon” You put your hands up to the sunflower pin he had got for you, You pulled it off and threw it at his head. He caught it easily, finally breaking his silence. “Ya got any idea what i went through to get this for ya!” He charged back at you, stopping inches from you.

“Ya should care, I’m no good Y/N, I don’t deserve ya” He gazed into your eyes those brilliant blue eyes misting over. “That ain't your decision or your place to tell me what i deserve. It’s mine” You glared at each other for a moment before he couldn’t take it any longer he gripped your face again slamming his lips to yours now, His tongue urgently pressing against your lips begging for entrance. You opened your lips moaning as his tongue touched yours and took charge of it, Kissing you furiously. You moaned into his mouth feeling your eyes rolling back in your head. 

You had never had anyone kiss you like this before, Everything else melted away all of your anger, pain and fear. All that was left was him, Glorious, Gorgeous all consuming Daryl fucking Dixon. 

You heard Carol chuckle behind you “Hey guys, You might wanna think about getting a room. You’ve got quite an audience here” Daryl smiled into your lips as he pulled away. He turned to Carol “Ya know what i think we will” Quick as a flash he had bent down and grabbed you behind your knees throwing you over his shoulder and running with you back to your home and down into your favourite place. When he had locked the door he turned to the bed with you still over his shoulder and put you down gently on the bed. 

“Did ya mean it Y/N? Ya really want me?” He looked down at you searching your eyes for an answer. “I have never wanted anything more in my life, I want you. I want all of you and i want it right now Daryl” You replied feeling the hunger from him burning you. 

Still standing over you, His eyes growing dark. “Lie down” He growled.. 

Grinning you kicked off your shoes and pushed yourself up the bed laying your head on the pillow. He followed you shadowing your body with his pressing himself to you before leaning close to your face lips barely brushing yours. 

“Tell me what else ya want Y/N…..Exactly what you want” 

You looked at him nervously for a second seeing the lust in his eyes matching yours you decided to just go for it. 

“I want your hands….Everywhere” As you spoke you felt his hands grab your hips moving slowly to your stomach then up and under your top. Frustratingly slowly, Your breath hitched as he finally pushed his hands to your breasts gripping them roughly. 

He pulled his hands away and back down to the bottom of your shirt grabbing it and pulling it upwards you raised your arms and let him remove it fully. He reached back down to you, His hands quickly unclasping your bra and throwing it harshly at the wall. His hands were back to your chest, Rolling your nipples with his thumbs. 

You moaned arching your back pushing your chest into his hands. He hit his hips into yours grinding on your core. “Oh shit Darylll” You moaned feeling how hard he was for you. 

He moved his mouth to your chest feverishly kissing your breasts and nibbled on your nipple making you squirm. Daryl then kissed a line down your stomach to your hips stopping to bite each one gently. 

Every touch was heaven, Every time he dragged his tongue over your soft skin it was like a thousand shocks spreading across your skin. He was undoing the zip on your jeans now, You lifted your hips to help him pull them off you. He settled between your legs pushing them wider open and running his finger over the material of your gratefully black lace underwear. 

Daryl looked up at you. Lifting and turning you slightly to look at the back “Holy Shit ya need to wear these all the time!” Still without removing your panties he pressed his lips to your sensitive nub while his fingers scooped the lace out of his way. His fingers then moved to your opening feeling how dripping wet you had gotten for him. 

“Shit Y/N that cuz of me?” He moaned as he pressed his lips back to your clit starting slowly circling his tongue around it and sucking gently. “Oh godd” You had never even get close to going down on you before, It was everything and more. You had to fight yourself from coming undone too soon, You wanted to savour every delicious second of this.

He plunged two fingers into you eliciting an even louder moan from you “Oh goddd Daryl! Please don’t stop, Don’t ever fucking stop.” You moaned between breaths. His mouth and fingers started moving quicker as he could feel your walls tightening on him and your breaths growing shorter, Panting for him. You couldn’t take any more and erupted feeling the wildfire of sensations running across your skin, Screaming his name. He slowed his fingers allowing you to ride your orgasm out onto him. When you slowed he put his lips further down on you licking every drop that gushed out of you. You entwined your fingers into his hair gently pulling him up towards you. 

“You taste so sweet baby, I could do that all day” Your eyes grew hard as you felt your core growing hot again and the wetness returned at his words.

He leant down and gave you another kiss, You put your hands to his chest and pushed him onto his back on the bed. 

“Your turn baby, I've been dreaming of getting my lips around you” You purred. “But first i need to see you, The man i’ve been dreaming of all this time” Moving your hands to his buttons he nodded at you briefly watching you crawl over him almost naked. 

You quickly pulled his shirt off of him, Roaming your hands all over his tight muscled chest and down over his thick arms. Biting your bottom lip trying to memorise every single inch. 

“If ya don’t stop biting that lip woman i ain't gonna give you a chance for those dreams to happen” He winked at you eyes blazing. You quickly dropped your hands to his jeans, Ripping his jeans and boxers down together and throwing them without a thought. You knelt between his legs licking your lips as you saw the size of him. He must’ve  been at least 9 inches long. Your eyes went wide with need as you wrapped your hands around it you brought your mouth to his tip slowly licking the dew from the eye. Moving your hands you licked him from base to tip and swirled your tongue around the tip. 

“Fuck Y/N Get that cock in your mouth now” He demanded. You didn’t need telling twice! You lowered your lips over him, Sheathing your teeth and pushing most of him in your mouth moaning as you felt his huge length hit the back of your throat.

“Y/N no gag reflex? Oh god how did i get so lucky” He groaned putting his hands into your hair and pushing your head back down. You choked as your mouth hit his base, your eyes watering, You hummed to vibrate your throat on his length before pulling up again. It was your turn to watch his eyes roll into the back of his head “Fuck Y/N fuckkkk Your mouth’s incredbile” You could feel your pressure building as you watched him fall apart under your lips. You bobbed your head faster and faster over him. 

“Oh shit, Stop Y/N I’m gonna cum ” He moaned looking down at you seeing you had no intention of stopping. He started thrusting into your mouth meeting your lips in perfect time. It wasn’t long before he exploded down your throat holding your head down to his hilt while he emptied his load straight into your stomach. When he released your head you pulled off slowly then licked his full length clean swallowing every drop. 

He watched you in wonder “Come here Y/N” You crawled back up him straddling his hips staring down at him sweetly. “Ya soooo fucking good at that” You brought your lips to his hungrily biting his bottom lip and started to grind your core onto him. You both moaned into each other's mouths enjoying the friction. You could already feel him below you growing harder again by the second. 

“I need to feel you baby” You moaned into his lips. Daryl pushed himself upright and pulled you with him as he sat up against the bed head. Daryl put his hands under your hips lifting you up and positioning you over his cock, Swiftly moving your panties to the side he started to lower you on to him. 

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders holding your weight as you tried to fit more of him into you. 

“Yesssss, So tight Y/N”. He groaned trying to push further. His eyes locked yours and saw you were struggling; he held you in place for a moment. “Ya ok?” 

“I’m good, You're just so big.The biggest i ever…. It hurts a little” Softening his gaze He kissed you softly. “Let me help ya with that. He brought his mouth to your nipple swirling and nipping here and there while his hand snaked its way to your clit again following the same circle as his mouth, You could feel yourself getting wetter and able to take more of him in. You cautiously tested it out moving your hips slowly up and down until he had filled you fully. You thought he had felt good before it was nothing on this. Pure unadulterated ecstasy. You started moving faster, becoming more confident with the lack of pain. 

Soon you were bouncing wildly onto his length screaming his name as he quickly brought you to another earth shattering orgasm. He brought your mouth to his kissing you swiftly “Shh baby ya know how thin these walls are. Carol & everyone on the street will be listening to ya!” 

“Mmphh, I don’t fucking care let them hear how good my man is fucking me” You rode your high out enjoying every second when you slowed again Daryl lifted you again standing up with you still skewered on him, Carrying you over to the wall beside the door he slammed you into it. Bucking his hips into yours furiously. 

“Y/N I’ve been waiting all ma daym life for a girl like you” He pushed his lips back to yours again. You melted into his lips his words dampening you for the third time, You hadn’t even known it was possible for someone to turn you on so much, To make you want them with every fibre of your being. 

Daryl started panting faster now sweat dripping off of his glistening muscles, You could feel his cock twitching inside you as he jackhammered into you harder and harder each time. 

“Ahhhh” You screamed “That’s it baby….Right there....Your cock is filling me so fucking good. Cum in me Daryl i need it” 

“Oh fuck Y/N Ya so fucking tight, Ya fuckin incredible, I’m gonna cum for you Y/N” 

You both hit your highs at the same time, You screaming his name into the air, eyes rolling backwards and him sinking his teeth into your shoulder exploding deep into you. You collapsed into his chest seeing stars as you felt him pulsing inside you, Your tight pussy milking him of every drop. 

Panting Daryl carried you back to the bed laying you down gently and collapsing with you, He leant forward and pressed sweet loving kisses on your lips. 

You curled into his chest exhausted, Looking up at him with pure love in your eyes. 

“By the way, What you said that day….” He looked at you puzzled brain still cloudy coming down from his climax. He murmured into your hair. “What baby?”

“Well...I love you too. I always have” Daryl smiled into your hair. He chuckled “Well what a relief, How could i have ever known otherwise”

You jabbed him in the ribs gently “Hey, Not fair!” He pulled your face up to his and stared lovingly into your eyes. 

“Ya know i love ya Y/N” His eyes grew serious. “I’d do anything for ya, I’d die for ya even” 

Your lips met his in a sweet kiss. You couldn’t believe he was finally yours, Allll yours. 

You snuggled into his chest feeling him tighten his arms around you and fell into a relaxed deep sleep. 

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