#I haven’t stopped thinking about anything that’s happened

[honeyhotteoks]

₊ ⊹ ⟡ too hot to handle (송민기 ♡ s.mg)

your neighbor has more to give than you bargained for.

style: bullet drabble pairing: non idol!mingi x fem!reader word count: 1.8k tags/warnings: smut, pwp, light fluff, neighbor!mingi, fem!reader, big dick, like monster cock level she can't do anything with it, sub!mingi, like super sub, dom!reader, teasing, praise, heavy use of good boy/perfect boy etc., makeouts, grinding, oral f!receiving, face riding, lots of dirty talk, dick on clit action, controlled orgasms, edging and overstim, eventual piv notes: this has been on the brain for longer than i could ever tell you so hopefully it's a fun one x

[masterlist]

The problem with your neighbor isn’t that he’s hot. It isn’t that he’s funny and charming, and it definitely isn’t the crush bubbling between the both of you. Those would be normal problems, problems you tell your best friends about. 

The problem with your neighbor is that his dick is too big. 

You find that out at the same time you find out this giant who lives next door to you with the deep voice and a penchant for calling you “pretty girl” is actually not the dominant you assumed he would be.

Mingi is actually shockingly, surprisingly submissive. 

And you shockingly, surprisingly, love that more than you ever could have guessed. 

You figure that out while you’re straddling him on the couch, and when you roll your hips just right you feel the impressive hardness of him and hear the neediest whimper you’ve ever heard from a man at the exact same time. 

It takes you thirty minutes more of making out and shedding clothes for you to get a good look at his cock, and when you do it grinds the whole almost-fuck to a stop.

And -

“I know,” He breathes, his eyes softening, “it’s okay if you don’t want to keep going.” 

You blink at him, unable to hide the trepidation in your eyes, “It’s not that I don’t want to try,” 

“It’s okay,” He sounds dejected, but also like this has happened to him before and that fills you with nothing but sharp determination. 

“Hang on,” You lay a hand over his bare chest, still straddling his lap, the impressive length and girth of his cock standing between you. 

“Listen,” He sighs, “I get it,” 

“Mingi,” You interrupt him, “I’m not kicking you out,” 

“You’re not?” His eyebrows raise. 

“No,” You smile, “I do think we should maybe… work up to things,” 

“Of course,” He rushes to agree, his hands sliding up and down your bare thighs. 

“It’s just,” You grimace, “I haven’t had sex in a long time, like a really long, kind of embarrassing amount of time,” 

“That’s okay,” He soothes. 

“I’d be lying if I said I thought I could take you,” You sigh, “but Mingi, I’d really, really like to work up to it,” 

“Yeah?” He grins like he just won the lottery. 

“Uh-huh,” You swallow a little nervously, “just maybe not tonight?” 

“Right,” He nods, “anything you want,” 

“Is that okay?” You check, sliding closer to him, his bare cock brushing against your abdomen. 

“Okay?” He nods, “Of course, it’s… I mean, I like you. I want to do whatever you want, that’s what I want,” 

He’s a little flustered, still walking a nervous line like you might change your mind, or he’s worried about coming on too strong, and you take him in for a moment. 

Somewhere inside, you find the boldness to ask the question you’ve wanted to ask since you heard his first whimpered moan, “Mingi,” You murmur, “is that what you’re into? Doing what I want?”

His eyes flick over your face, but you don’t miss the way they darken up at the idea and he nods, “If you’re into that,” he says, “but I can take over if you need me to,” 

You wonder how many girls have begged him to be more dominant. How many girls have pushed him to go to a place that isn’t entirely comfortable for him, when he clearly wants the opposite. 

“I’m into that,” You tell him, “don’t worry,” 

You both click together like kinky little puzzle pieces, and despite the fact that you’ve never had his dick properly inside you, you’ve been having sex for weeks. 

You get creative. 

Mingi and his giant cock seem to love nothing more than making you feel good, especially when you use his big body to get yourself off. 

The first few times you hook up it’s the basics, getting to know each other, getting to know each other's bodies and what makes each other tick… but by the fourth time? The fifth? 

The fourth time you’re a horny mess, probably a breath away from ovulating and ready to climb his tall ass like a tree, and so all the hesitation you’ve had about being too much for each other flies right out the window. 

With him pinned to your bed you ride his thigh like it’s a pillow, barely looking at him as you get yourself off, and when you’re done all he can do is beg you to do that again, but on his face. 

He whimpers when his tongue first slips inside your folds, when he feels the weight of your body sink onto him. His hands grip your ass and between sucks and moans he begs you to ride him, to fuck his face and never stop. 

With your hands on the headboard you take it just like before, eyes closed, head thrown back, your moans spilling out into the room . 

He comes untouched that time, ropes and ropes of his hot cum painting his chest and stomach, panting apologies into your thighs, and that’s when everything changes. 

Now you tell him when to come. How to come. Where to come. 

You discover that he loves to be edged and you love to be overstimulated. 

A perfect combination of opposites. 

You make him beg for things, ache for things, his cock leaking against your lips as he whines. 

“Please, please, just a taste, just a lick, please, god, please,” 

And sometimes you let him have it, but most of the time you don’t. 

He seems to like that even more. 

Mingi and his big cock have found so many other ways to get off that you almost never want to give into having him inside you, because what if your dynamic changes? The anticipation is the delicious part, the denial, the almost-almosts. 

The way he begs when he’s on his knees between your splayed thighs, his shaft rubbing against your slick folds, sliding over your clit - that’s when you almost break. 

“You f-feel so good,” He shudders, thrusting his hips slowly back and forth so that his cock slides up and down your aching center. 

“Mm,” You sigh, relaxing into the mattress, “good boy,” 

His cock twitches at that, “Thank you, thank you,” 

“Go faster, baby,” You beckon him down with a come-hither motion, “fuck me like you mean it,” 

He freezes, “I-inside?” 

“Did I say inside?” You counter. 

“No, no, of course, I’m sorry,” He stumbles past that assumption and shakes his head, a pink blush spreading across his cheeks. 

You nod, a silent push to get him to move faster, and he scrambles to comply. 

He braces himself over your spread form on the bed, your hips slotting more tightly together, and then he braces his forearms on either side of you and starts to thrust. 

“Faster,” 

His hips speedup. 

Every brush of his shaft over your swollen clit makes you want to writhe and moan beneath him, but keeping control is the fun part for him, so you stay focused. 

“That’s it, baby,” You brush your fingers through his shaggy locks, “such a good boy,” 

He moans, but keeps the pace. 

“Mm,” You sigh through an almost moan, “baby, your cock feels so good inside me,” 

His hips jerk, a stammered groan on his lips. 

The tease was meant for him, a reminder of where his cock isn’t, but heat spreads through your belly at the idea of what he might feel stretching you open for real. 

“Say it,” You open your legs wider, angling your hips to get the sensation right. 

“Your pussy feels so good,” He pants. 

“Don’t stop,” You direct him again. 

“So tight,” He whines, “so wet,” 

“More, baby.” 

“S-so perfect,” He shudders, his eyes tightly closed, “thank you for l-letting me fuck you,” 

“Oh,” You murmur warmly, “that’s my good boy.” 

He chokes, his thrusts getting harder, a relentless rut of his wet cock against your dripping pussy and you bite down on your tongue at the impulse to beg him to fuck you for real. You’re dizzy, orgasm drunk, and your nails dig into his hips to hold yourself steady. 

“Please,” He pants suddenly, eyes flashing open to find yours, “please, may I come?” 

You’re too close for that, “Hold it, baby,” 

His expression tightens in tense control, “P-please,”

“I’m close,” You tell him, “hold it,”

Tears prick at his eyes and you feel the wet string of his precum on your belly, but he listens. 

A moan pulls free from your chest then, your pleasure fast approaching, and you breathe in hot fits and starts. 

“Come on my cock,” He begs, pleads, “I’m so good for you,” 

Your orgasm crashes into you sideways, the relentless stroke over your clit sending you into pleasured little shakes. 

“Please, I c-can’t, I can’t hold it,” He fists the sheets, his voice a thready wet pant. 

“Come,” You give him all the permission he needs, “come inside me, baby, fill me up,” 

He shudders, thrusting hard twice more, and with groaning moans he spills his release all across your belly, spattering you both in hot cum. 

He’s shaking, trembling, but you run your fingers through his hair and soothe him soft like always. He’s your good boy, your perfect boy, your most obedient boy. 

In the aftermath, when you both come down from your messy, full body pleasure, you find each other in the sheets. 

With kisses across his knuckles you nuzzle into him. 

“Next time, I want you for real,” 

He’s hesitant at first, but you’re ready, you’re sure. 

The next time, you play softer. You’ve learned each other so well, but this time it’s your turn to be vulnerable with your body and he doesn’t let you down for a second. 

It’s a slow process, full of sweetness and foreplay. He’s learned how to make your body sing over weeks and weeks of hookups, and he knows he can make you wet enough, relaxed enough to take him. 

The stretch is achingly delicious. 

And once he’s finally inside you for the first time, your bodies connected in every possible way, you realize he was worth the wait. 

And you fit together in more ways than one. 

As it turns out, your boyfriend’s big dick isn’t such a problem after all. 

[noodlemoondle]

Promise Me You Won’t Cry Anymore

Zayne x Reader

word count: 800

summary: just a lil blurb about how Zayne reacts to accidentally making you cry

tags: not proof read!!, hurt/comfort, fluff, mentions of medicine. just zayne being a worried doctor really

authors note: hello again guys! ੭ ᐕ)੭*⁾⁾ I fully wrote this on a whim rn in like 10 minutes so pls take that into account lolol. (also it’s another hurt/comfort lolol it’s my fav tag and i don’t have any ideas for anything else) i also wanted this to be like a rlly short blurb but i think im genuinely unable to write anything that isn’t like around 1k words (´；ω；｀) i don’t really have anything else to say besides i hope i get motivation to write one of the million fic ideas i have saved in my notes soon.

as always hope you enjoy!! ✧*。٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و✧*。

Zayne is a strong man. Emotionally strong that is. The countless years he spent both studying and working in the medical field gave him thick skin and it made it difficult for things to truly get to him. It takes a lot for something to hit him in the heart and truly bring him down.

However, the one thing he absolutely can’t stand is you crying. Something about it he doesn’t truly know what. Something about the way your eyes tilt downwards with your head soon following, the small tremble of your lips he knows you’re fighting to keep still, the tear-glazed distant look in your eyes that just shows how hard you’re fighting back tears, nothing breaks his heart more.

Zayne knows, he knows he can be oh so overbearing when it comes to your health and safety, but god he can’t help it. Nothing worries him more than your, in his opinion fragile, wellbeing. Everyday on his drive to the hospital he prays to whatever god is out there that will listen to him that he won’t see you during his shift, at least not you being wheeled in through the back doors, completely unconscious on a gurney. He can’t even handle the thought of it.

It leads to his constant nagging over you. His constant worry. His constant lectures and scoldings whenever you even slightly overlook your health.

Which led to here. Another conversation that began as an overbearing reminder to take your medicine, only for Zayne to quickly discover you haven’t been taking recently. You’ve already had a tiring and stressful day and didn’t have any energy to fight back at him. So instead, you just stood there in front of him. Only looking at him as he continued his scolding on how important it was to take your medicine, why you need it, and never forgetting to remind you of just how fragile you truly are.

All you could do was look back at him, and just take everything he had to say without a fight. Not like you had the energy to speak anyways. To be honest, you didn’t even have the energy to think, or to even listen to him in that matter. All you really heard is just his upset voice, saying what?You’re not really sure, but his tone was enough to make you feel inferior.

Zayne didn’t notice. He honestly couldn’t. He was too caught up in his worries and imagination of what could possibly happen to you to be able to properly see you, but in the middle of his rant he did. He saw the look on your face that absolutely breaks his heart and makes him want to fall to his knees. He saw your head hung low, you fighting your trembling bottom lip, your downcast, distant eyes, that had tears in the brink of flowing through your pretty eyelashes and falling onto those darling cheeks he loves; especially when he sees them rise and round out whenever you smile.

And when he sees it, he stops. Instantly.

There is a quick moment of silence where he hesitates. Where he hears your uneven, haggard breathing and mentally scolds himself, grimacing at his actions.

He takes a few steps over to you and leans down to hold your face in his hands. Lifting it up so he can see you properly, however your eyes don’t follow and remain locked onto your fuzzy-socked feet. His gentle hold, contrasting his previous tone made it so difficult to keep it together. Just as he noticed a tear welling up to fall from your eyes he gently kisses it away before it could reach any further than the corner of your eye.

He softly rubs the apple of your cheek trying to coax you to bring your eyes up to him.

“Look at me… Please?” Zayne says ever so gently.

You knew if you did you wouldn’t be able to hold back your tears anymore, but the soft rub of his thumb brings your eyes up to look back at him. The moment you do, his eyes soften in guilt and regret, a slight frown forming on his lips when he sees your eyes welling up with more tears.

He slightly stands up, just enough to place a soft, delicate kiss on your forehead as he whispers against it.

“I’m sorry.”

Then you can’t hold it anymore. A soft gasp for air leaves your lips as tears begin to flow from your eyes. Zayne slowly pulls you into his chest, holding your head and running his fingers up and down your back in an effort to comfort you. In an effort to get you to forgive him. In an effort to get you to stop.

Guilt spreads throughout his whole body as he listens to your sobs and feels your tears wetting his shirt. He whispers apologies to you, offering soft kisses on the top of your head in between each one.

He’ll make it up to you. He doesn’t know exactly how yet, but he will. He’ll do anything. Whatever it takes to stop the flow of tears and broken sobs. Whatever it takes to see those darling, rosy cheeks rise up with the sweetest, brightest smile he’s ever seen. He’d do it in a heartbeat; because there is nothing, nothing Dr. Zayne can’t stand more than you crying.

[steveseddie]

come sleep with me

written for @steddielovemonth day 14 “come sleep with me: we won’t make love, love will make us” | the @steddiebingo kissing booth mini event, prompt: mutual pining | the @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: love

rating: t | wc: 915 | no cw | tags: friends with benefits, mutual pining, idiots in love

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Any other day Eddie would be thrilled to have Steve like this– half-naked under him, flushed and squirming from Eddie kissing all over his chest. 

Part of him sure is interested, but the rest knows that when Steve called earlier and asked him to come over, he probably should’ve said no. 

But if there’s something Eddie isn’t good at, it’s telling Steve no. 

Otherwise, how would he end up hooking up with Steve on the regular while knowing fully well that he was setting himself up for heartbreak?

So Eddie said yes, and he came over despite being physically and mentally exhausted from an entire week of awful nightmares. He thinks he’s doing a decent job at shoving it all away to pay attention to Steve. That is until he feels Steve’s hand grab hold of his neck and use it to pull him up so he can look at his face and ask– “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

Eddie shakes his head, his hair falling around them. “Nothing,” he lies. Badly if the way Steve arches an eyebrow at him means anything. Eddie heaves out a sigh. “I– I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve had nightmares all week. I’m so tired and there’s just so much in my head right now–”

Of course, Eddie doesn’t expect Steve to act mad or disappointed but he’s still surprised by how gently he brushes Eddie’s hair off of his face, his eyes soft as he stares up at him. “Why didn’t you say anything?” 

Eddie lets out a snort. “Yeah because telling the guy you’re making out with that you can’t stop thinking about demobats ripping into your flesh is such a turn-on,” he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

Tugging at Eddie’s hair, Steve half-heartedly rolls his eyes. “I meant earlier, Eds.” 

“I guess I was hoping that this was what I needed,” Eddie admits, shrugging. 

“What you need is sleep.”

Eddie sighs. “Yeah, I know.”

When Steve gently shoves Eddie off of him, he takes that as his cue to leave. Especially when Steve walks over to his closet and puts on some sweatpants. Now that he knows nothing is happening between them tonight, it makes sense that Steve is getting ready for bed.  

Which means Eddie should probably get out of his way. 

He just found his jeans and is about to put them back on when Steve tosses something at him. It lands at his feet– a pair of sweatpants.  

“Do you need a shirt too or are you sleeping shirtless?” Steve asks, still rummaging through his closet. 

Eddie stares blankly at his naked back. “Um, what?” 

“Do you want to borrow a shirt?” He asks, glancing at Eddie over his shoulder. His lips tug up into a smirk when he adds, “I have a Tears for Fears shirt you’d look great in, I think.” 

Eddie takes too long to think of a comeback and Steve frowns, probably expecting him to jump at the thought of wearing a shirt of a band that plays anything other than heavy metal. And he would, if he wasn’t busy trying to wrap his head around the fact that Steve seems to think he’s staying over. 

He’s never done that even after they started hooking up. 

Steve’s eyes dart to the jeans Eddie is holding in his hand. “You weren’t planning on sleeping in those, were you?” He asks with a chuckle. 

“No, I– I was gonna go home.”

Steve’s mouth twists downward. “Why?” 

Because they don’t sleep together. They have sex and then Eddie leaves. It hurts every time, but he knows it would hurt more if he stayed and woke up next to Steve –or, god forbid, in Steve’s arms– only for it not to mean anything to him.

“I– we never– we don’t do that–”

“I know,” Steve says, sucking his lip between his teeth. “But what– what if I want us to do that?” 

Eddie blinks. “Sleep together?” 

“No, yeah,” Steve rubs a hand against his neck, “but also, um– other things.” 

Eddie’s breath hitches. “Like?”

“Like going on dates and cuddling and holding hands, maybe not in public but like, in front of our friends if you’re okay with that and–”

“Steve, Stevie, are you– are you saying you want to date me?” Eddie asks, his voice an octave higher, his heart threatening to beat right out of his chest.

“Yeah,” Steve softly admits and Eddie can’t help but gasp. “But I– I promise I didn’t feel this way when we started this, and I was going to say something to you, but I was nervous that you didn’t–”

“I did! I do! Feel that way. Since before we started this, even. If anyone should’ve said anything, it’s me,” Eddie stammers out. “I thought I was setting myself up for heartbreak when you eventually found someone else and stopped wanting me–”

“I wouldn’t, I won’t. In fact,” Steve says, starting to smile. He moves closer to Eddie, one of his hands brushing against his fingers. “I’m crazy about you, Eds.”

“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie mutters, and then he’s cupping Steve’s face and bringing him closer so he can kiss him squarely on the lips. It’s not the first time they’ve kissed, but it’s definitely different.

“So,” Steve starts, pulling back only enough to get the words out. “Is that a yes?” 

“To dating you?” Eddie asks, their lips brushing together. Steve nods. 

And well, Eddie still can’t say no to Steve, so he says–

“Yes.”

[nctinthehouse]

afternoon pick-me-up

❝ pairing: barista!reader x Jaehyun — genre: fluff — wc: 0.6k — ⚠️ warning(s): none — a/n: happy jaehyun day!! 🍑 a little something for jaehyun’s birthday! damn i actually miss him :(( ❞

It’s currently late afternoon. All you can hear is pitter patter of rain against the windows accompanied by chill café music in the background.

Usually, you would be dealing with the aftermath of a lunchtime rush. Sometimes, it can get really busy during those times. However, today wasn’t much of a rush at all. Maybe because it’s been pouring down since early this morning.

You haven’t really got anything to do so you just decided to check your phone for a little.

You glance up as you hear the door open and spot a familiar figure coming in.

He’s somewhat a regular customer, probably orders a drink, two or three times a week. Usually either the same or you notice that he takes a little time, staring at the menu, maybe thinking he should venture out a little with something different.

He’s quite a happy chap whenever you see him and, you think he’s cute too.

You really want to know his name and ask for his number, but, you being you, you absolutely do not have the courage to do so. Especially with someone so handsome and probably out of his league. And usually, it’s quite busy whenever he’s here, but today, right now, it’s very quiet. Probably because it’s pouring outside. Perhaps today’s the day you pluck up the courage and spark up a little conversation with him?

You sometimes wonder what he does for work. Is he a model? Could be, especially with a face like that.

You spot him finally making his way over to you as he decides what to get.

“Hi!”, you say with a smile on your face. “What can I get for you today?”

“Hey!” He responds with a beaming smile as always, whenever he’s here. “Um, can I get an iced latte please?”

“Sure! Anything else?”

You notice his facial expression slight changes, to a hesitate one it looks like but you ignore it.

“Um yeah…” his voice comes out a little hoarse so he clears his throat. “C-can I also get your number, please?”

You stare at him with wide eyes, blinking at him a few times, not expecting that. “W-what?”

The guy repeats his question, seemingly with confidence this time. “Can I get your number, please? I-it’s just that I think you’re really cute and you seem like a really sweet person. I’ve always wanted to talk to you. I mean, other than you taking my order, but, I know it can get quite busy here so I don’t want to disturb you. I mean… It’s okay if you say no-!”

You butt him in mid-sentence. “What? No, no! It’s cool!”

He looks at you with a beaming smile on his face again; dimples popping out in view. Gosh, you just want to poke his dimples.

“Thank you…” he takes his phone out and passes it to you so you can write your name and number. You pass his phone back and looks at your name and number.

“Thanks… uh, Y/N.” he smiles. “Cute.”

You let out a small chuckle.

“I’m Jaehyun by the way. Nice to meet you!” He reaches out his hand, and you reach back, shaking hands in unison as you both chuckle.

“Nice to meet you too!”

“So, Y/N, I’ll call you, or text. Whichever you prefer.”

“Sounds good”, you say with a smile.

“Great! I’ll, uh, see you around” he gives you a wink. You give him a small wave and he does the same back, you watch him walk out of the store.

You kind of stare at the door for a while, thinking back to what just happened. A slight blush forms on your cheeks, and you softly tap them with the tips of your fingers, trying to stop yourself from blushing even further. Then suddenly, you had a thought.

“Wait, did he just order a drink and walk out without one?”

As you get lost in thoughts, you suddenly feel a buzz in your pocket and take out your phone and see a text from an unknown number.

“Forget about the drink haha, I just wanted your number today :)”

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[ac1dmeow]

can you write a meet cute with au!powder??

powder x female reader

cw: fluff, non-established relationship, wlw content

the sun was shining, the air was warm, and you couldn’t have felt more content while walking down the bustling street of chatting townies. with your box of new supplies in your arms that you’ve been so excited to acquire, your day couldn’t be bothered even if someone tried.

POOM!

suddenly you’re on your butt on the cement. books and gadgets lay around you haphazardly, a few cogs rolling in random directions. then you’re hearing a raspy feminine voice panic above you,

“oh! i am so sorry! please, let me help you!”

a girl seemingly you’re age bends down to your level, and you’re met with a rather pretty view. all lanky limbs and blue hair tied up into two buns on her head, and choppy bangs lining her forehead that are oddly endearing.

you’re gaping for a moment before you realize, and shake your head. “nah, it’s nothing.” you bite your lip nervously while you help the stranger gather your stuff back into your flimsy cardboard box.

before you can even grab it yourself, the girl is hoisting the box into her arms as she stands. you immediately follow after, not sure what to say.

“you got an interesting lot, here. do you attend the academy?” she asks you curiously. then she seems to remember that she’s still holding your stuff and hands it back over to you. your arms suddenly feel like they’re made of jello.

“uh-huh.” you say.

“well that’s a fun coincidence. so do i!” the blue haired girl chirps. “the name’s powder.”

she’s holding out her hand for you to shake. and you just stare at it for a few seconds.

“oh no way!” you finally manage to respond. you almost fumble your box when you reach out to grab her hand. it feels warm and inviting—it makes you wonder how it would feel to have her arms around you. gosh, chill out.

“cute name. i’m y/n.” you nearly surprise yourself with the sly flirt. and it could be wishful thinking but you swear you see powder’s cheeks darken, and it makes you automatically smile.

“uhh haha, thanks!” she chuckles. a beat of silence passes where you watch her fix a strand of blue hair out of place. and that’s when you notice the streak of pink. how much more intriguing can this girl get?!

“where were you off to?”

powder’s question makes your heart leap. you swear your whole body lights up and you have to stop yourself from bouncing on your toes excitedly.

“to my dorm actually. i have a project i have to set up…” you realize it sounds like you’re turning down a possible invitation to hangout with powder. but then you realize she hadn’t actually asked for anything of the sort and she could actually just be curious about what the hell you were doing with a box of random scraps and books.

powder’s mouth opens to speak when suddenly a gruff voice from beside you makes both of your heads whip around.

“OI! get out of the middle of the road, wouldja!? folks got places to be ya know.”

both of you step to the side away from a mean looking old man like he’s the plague, unkept and frail leaning on a cane as he mumbles profanities and insults under her breath as he wobbles past.

“would you wanna exchange dorm numbers? maybe one of us can stop by and we can hangout sometime.” powder suggests calmly as if that didn’t happen.

you whip your head back around to face her. it takes you a moment to fully grasp what she said.

oh. my. god. a pretty girl just asked to hangout. she’s actually interested in you romantically. is this really happening!? oh-em-gee, oh-em-gee, oh-em-gee—

“yeah for sure! i’m 606 on the sixth floor!” your words are rushed and adrenaline-filled and you hope to whatever is out there that this girl can’t tell how ecstatic you feel right now. you hug the box tighter to your chest.

“oh hey, i’m just on the other end of the hall!” powder exclaims. “i’m in 624. gee, no wonder i haven’t seen you around yet. although, i’m also kinda surprised.” she snorts.

your head tilts. “so am i…”

another beat passes.

powder smirks and stands up straight. “i’ll let you go now. don’t wanna hold you up for too long—gotta get a head start on that project, amirite!?”

she begins to walk the opposite way you were heading, and your gaze follows her as she too seems to keep looking at you.

“you better show me that project once it’s finished! i have plans of seeing it.”

you giggle. your box nearly falls out of your arms again when a random bumps into you but you can barely pay any mind.

“i’ll make sure of it!” you shout. and then both of you are lost amongst the crowd once more.

-

a/n: sooo.. happy valentine’s day ? 😀

[my-my-my]

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wanted to write something similar to what I did for Christmas, so here’s a missmash of characters celebrating Valentine’s Day with you. I put a bunch of random characters into a spinning wheel of names, and voilà! Our characters have been chosen. This is SFW and fairly fluffy – Apologies, but I haven’t been quiet in the headspace to write smut as of late! Regardless, I hope you guys enjoy this (and some delicious snacks today!).

CW: These are all AUs, more or less. As for specific warnings: there's a smidge of something suggestive in Kenpachi's but that's about it. I think maybe all of them are on the side of being a bit corny and cheesy haha! But I'm in a fluffy mood.

Characters: Shuhei Hisagi, Shinji Hirako, Zaraki Kenpachi (Yachiru mentioned heavily), Nanao Ise (Shunsui mentioned heavily).

Total word count: 5143

SHINJI HIRAKO - THE LISTENING ROOM | wc: 910

“A listening room?” Shinji asked, raising his eyebrows. There was a growing crowd behind you as you eagerly waited to be let into event. “Isn’t that just a fancy name for a concert?”

“On paper it sounds like a concert, but it’s anything but that!” You grinned. Shinji was skeptical, but you were in an exuberant mood, and it was hard to be cynical with your infectious smile around.

You had scored tickets to the elusive event around town. The Listening Room was only open to those with tickets, and the tickets themselves were hard to come by. There was little promotion for them, as the organizer preferred to keep it lowkey. You learned about them in passing, about this music event that happened twice a month – where there were live performers playing all sorts of jazz music, as well as involving the audience.

You knew it would be something Shinji would enjoy, and it just so happened that you secured tickets for their Valentine’s Day event.

But you frowned, slightly, as the two of you approached the entrance. Maybe Shinji wouldn’t like this. The scowl on his face didn’t disappear and he seemed irritated. Maybe you were a bother and he wanted to do something else. Maybe… maybe… maybe he’s just not that into you.

“You ok?” Shinji asked, his frown replaced with a look of concern.

“Oh, no. It’s just a bit too cold tonight.” You lied. Shinji opened his mouth, but the bouncers scanned your tickets and let you in.

It was a small space, where at the centre was a makeshift stage for the musicians of the night. They improvised a song, and immediately Shinji’s head perked up. It’s what he enjoyed about jazz – there was freedom in playing it, freedom he wasn’t necessarily afforded always.

He began nodding his head along to the music. The venue was getting fuller, but everyone’s focus was on the centre stage. The musicians played and improvised different songs, some you recognized from Shinji’s collections, others were completely new to you. You looked at Shinji and smiled, he was enjoying the music, with the large grin plastered on his face.

Shinji instinctively grabbed your hand, “let’s get closer.” He murmured, to which you agreed. The two of you slightly pushed and shoved your way through the herd of people, until you had a clear view of the stage. Shinji’s face lit up as he watched the musicians play. With the freestyle nature of the songs they were playing, you noticed that some instruments would change players – a new drummer was sitting in place of the one when you first entered. Actually, you recognized that person – they were just ahead of you in line!

You heard about this through the rumour mill, that the Listening Room encouraged audience participation. You knew Shinji dabbled with keyboards from time to time…

And the beat of the song changed pace, where the keyboardist stopped playing and left the stage, a large smile on their face as they went back into the crowd.

“Shinji, you should go!”

“What are you talking about? These are musicians.”

“Some of them, but not all. They let the audience play with them too.”

Shinji looked at you – your eyes were bright with eagerness to hear him play.

And he could never say no to you.

“Fine, fine. I’ll go up there.”

Thankfully, no one came up and Shinji made his way, nodding his head to the musicians who kept playing. Shinji sat in front of the keyboard, closing his eyes as he nodded his head to the music, finding the rhythm and without hesitation, began to play along with the other players.

You gave him a large smile as you clapped, watching him enjoy himself like this. A wave of relief washed over you to see Shinji playing along. Eventually though, Shinji began tapering off his notes, his way of signaling he was going to stop. You could see another person coming forward and with a quick nod of heads, Shinji came off the stage.

The music kept playing as he made his way back towards you. His grin was wide, teeth fully showing, and a slight sweat across his forehead.

“Did you have fun?” You asked, with a light laugh.

“Ya sure bet I did.” He chuckled, grabbing hold of your hand once again. He pulled you further away from the stage and people, but you were still able to hear the music.

“Let’s get you a drink.” You said, but before you could even leave, Shinji’s grip on your hand tightened as he pulled you closer to him.

You were hit with his chest, as you tilted your head up, face feeling warm. You were never this close to him before!

“I’m not dense ya know.” Shinji remarked, his cheeks turning slightly pink under the warm light. He held you closer, before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

Your eyes were wide, but you kissed him back.

Shinji pulled away, murmuring your name, “I like you a lot, ya know?” Giving you a reassuring hug, “and this was the best damn Valentine’s Day gift I could ask for.”

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as soon as you heard those words, “I like you too, Shinji.” You whispered.

He gave a soft laugh, “I sure hope ya did – it would’ve broken my heart if you did all this and just wanted to be friends!”

SHUHEI HISAGI - THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS | wc: 1325

You were perplexed with the growing number of flowers you were receiving each day. They weren’t elaborate bouquets, if anything, you would be gifted a single stem flower each day. You weren’t sure who it was from, all you knew was that you would come back to your office, at different times of the day, to find one lone flower.

You brought them home with you, placing them into one vase. At first the single stemmed flowers were pretty on their own, but once together, they became a beautiful bouquet in your vase.

The scent they emitted was refreshing, and surprisingly they didn’t show many signs of wilting. Yet the mystery remained on who was placing them.

No notes, no hints or clues as to who was placing them. And today was no different, as another flower laid on top of your desk. You sighed wistfully, inspecting the lone flower. But there was no time to daydream today, as you had a deadline approaching.

You were lost in thought as you typed away the last of your editorial comments for the upcoming issue being released. The knocks on your office door went unheard until someone came into your periphery.

“Oh Shuhei! I didn’t notice you.” You smiled at him. He gave you a small smile as he handed you a cup of coffee.

“I figured as much, you haven’t left your office in a while.” Shuhei murmured, then quickly grew red in the face, “not that I was noticing!”

You laughed at how easily flustered he became, “it’s ok – I knew what you meant.” Giving him a reassuring smile. “I definitely needed this, so thank you.” You said, blowing the hot steam from the cup and taking a sip. Shuhei knew your coffee order by heart, and you cherished the taste of your favourite café’s brew.

“How’s the issue coming?” Shuhei asked, sitting in the chair across from your desk.

“Eh, it’s not bad – but you know how it is when the writers submit last minute.” You gave him a wry smile as you pushed your laptop towards him.

Shuhei quickly skimmed the document, frowning as he noticed the errors some of the articles had. “Rush jobs always need the most work.” He sighed.

“Tell me about it… sometimes I wonder if I should rewrite the article myself.” You complained, pinching the bridge of your nose. “But whatever, it’s almost done.”

“That’s good. Let me know if I can be of any help.” Shuhei offered, before he noticed the flower placed on your notebook. “What’s that?”

“Oh I keep meaning to ask you about this, but do you know who’s been giving me flowers?”

“You’ve been getting flowers?” Shuhei asked innocently, lightly tapping his facial tattoo. “I didn’t see anyone come in, but I was also in meetings this morning.”

“Right, yeah – with those photographers.” You murmured, knowing Shuhei was just as busy as you with drafting and setting up the magazine’s layout design.

“I can ask around if you want.” Shuhei asked, as he gently placed his hand over yours on the desk.

You gave him an appreciative smile, “thanks Shuhei, but it’s ok. It’s been a nice pick me up to be honest.” As your eyes wandered back to the flower.

Shuhei’s face turned slightly pink, which was his cue to leave. “Anyways, I should get going so you can get back to work.” He quickly said, as he got rushed out of his seat. Without so much of a glance to you, he reached for the door. “If I have a suggestion… look up what those flowers mean. It might give you an idea of who it’s from.” He said, before closing your door.

You stared at where Shuhei once was, and then back to the flower on your desk. You inspected it carefully. You weren’t sure what flower you were looking at, so you resolved to look this up at home, with the rest of your bouquet waiting for you.

Unfortunately for you, the day went longer than expected. You were in such a hurry to go home though that you forgot your house keys back in your office.

And you were also exhausted. You didn’t want to go back to the office – the traffic and subways were packed with people rushing in and out on a Friday night. It was then you had an idea.

You pulled out your phone and quickly texted Shuhei, “are you still in the office?”

You bit your lip waiting for his response when you say the speech bubble appear to show him typing. “Yeah. What’s up?”   

“Can you do me a huge favour? I left my keys at my desk, if it’s not too much trouble – could you get them for me?”

“Np.” He replied, followed by a thumbs up emoji. You sighed in relief as you texted him your address.

Maybe you lost track of the time, but Shuhei found his way to your home in no time.

“Thank you so much! You have no idea.” You cried in relief, giving him a hug.

He tensed up immediately, then awkwardly patted your back. He was nervous around you, his cheeks tinted pink. “Don’t worry about it – I was just about to leave, so you got me at a good time.”

“Thank god for that.” You laughed. “Why don’t you come in? Let’s have dinner, it’s my treat.” You smiled.

Shuhei’s face grew hot, “if you insist.” He stammered, following you in.

Shuhei took a look around your home. It was modestly decorated, but was undeniably your space. He made his way to your bookshelf and looked over the spines of the books and magazines you had in your collection.

“You have a really nice home.” Shuhei complimented. You motioned him to the couch, as you brought him a cup of water.

“Thank you! It took some time, but I’m glad to call this place home.” You smiled.

Shuhei looked around your space again and noticed the vase immediately.

“Are those the flowers?” He asked, his voice unusually serious.

“Oh yes, I just placed the one I got today in it.” You smiled at him. He walked over to the vase and inspected the flowers.

“Did you look up what they mean?” He examined the flower petals, running his thumb gently over them.

“No, I didn’t. You don’t happen to know what they mean, do you?” You laughed.

“Yeah, I do.” Shuhei murmured, “this one is a white anemone, which means ‘sincerity’” as he pointed to the white flower. “And this one, the yellow camellia, means ‘longing’.”

You stood next to him, as you watched him look over the flowers, “I know the lily of the valley means ‘promise of happiness’” you said, as he gently flicked the bell-shaped blossoms.

Shuhei gave you a soft smile, “that’s right. And do you know what this means?” He asked, pointing the red rose.

You laughed, “of course I know, it means ‘in love’.” You grinned at him,“you know a lot, Shuhei!”

Taking a deep breath, Shuhei turned to face you, “I know what they mean because I sent them.”

You gave him a warm smile, reaching out to his hand, “I know. I just wanted to play along.” You smiled at him.

Shuhei’s face grew red as you held his hand to your face. “I –“ he stammered.

“It’s ok – I figured it was you. You’re the only one who comes into my office and would have known when I’d be away.” You laughed. “You’re not that slick.” You teased at him.

Shuhei looked down, embarrassed, but you kept holding his hand.

“And Shuhei,” you whisper, reaching up to his face, “if I had flowers for you – they’d say the same thing.” You murmured, kissing him softly on the lips. Shuhei’s eyes fluttered, his heart thudding loudly to him, as he kissed you back. Sometimes the language of flowers is all that needs to be said.

NANAO ISE - STRANGER LOVE | wc: 1003

Nanao was resolved to work her way during her graduate school career, much to the dismay of her ever-doting uncle, Kyoraku Shunsui. She knew that if she were to ever fall on hard times, he would help her in a heartbeat, but Nanao was determined to work hard and earn her keep.

Bartending wasn’t her ideal choice for a part-time career, and she couldn’t see herself working as a bottle girl at a night club… but her uncle’s compliments on hosting made her wonder if she could get paid for it.

Which is how she landed the bartending position in a highly coveted speakeasy. Although the speakeasy was quiet, the tips were large and the clientele, for the most part, were easy to work with.

It allowed her to network in a way with some of the customers, practice her people skills and learn more outside the sheltered upbringing she had growing up. Some days were easier than others, sometimes it was fearful to cut off a customer if they had too much to drink one night. But overall, Nanao couldn’t complain much, it was paying her bills and kept her uncle out of her hair.

But lately, Nanao felt… strange at work. You were a new customer, one of few words. You would always smile politely at Nanao, order at most two drinks, then tip generously. Usually you came at a time where she was already in deep conversation with another customer. It made her feel guilty that she left you alone.

So today, she planned on talking to you. You usually came to the bar at a specific time, and Nanao would be ready.

What Nanao didn’t realize, that it was also Valentine’s Day. The speakeasy was filled with couples, old, young, apparently happy? (Or was it the alcohol). Nanao gave a sad smile as she looked around the bar. It was your usual time to come, and yet you weren’t here – of course you weren’t. It’s Valentine’s Day, you would be with your partner, like all these other people.

Sighing to herself, Nanao cleaned a whiskey glass. Although there were plenty of people at the bar tonight, many of them were talking to others. Any other time, Nanao would feel relieved that she could people watch, but tonight, she was disappointed.

Celebrating Valentine’s Day wasn’t a thought she had. It wasn’t something she concerned herself with, but tonight it made her feel lonely.

Yet the door opened and you made your way to her counter. Nanao’s eyes widened as she looked at you, feeling strange as to why she was feeling relieved to see you.

“Hi!” You greeted her, “happy Valentine’s Day. This place is busy tonight.” You laughed, as you looked around the room.

“Oh – yes, yes, it is. Do you want your usual?” Nanao asked, feeling nervous for some reason.

“Yes please, thank you.” You smiled. “I’m also surprised no one’s talking to you tonight.”

“Really?” Nanao asked, a frown forming her face.

“In a way, I’m glad. I always wanted to talk to you.” You smiled softly. Nanao looked down to your glass as she finished the finishing touches of your drink. “You’re always so busy when I come.”

Nanao didn’t say anything as she watched you nurse your drink.

“You really know your alcohol.” You grinned, taking another sip. “This is delicious.”

Nanao’s face felt warm hearing your compliment, “thank you.”

“Anyways, I’m surprised your working tonight. I thought you’d be celebrating Valentine’s Day.”

Nanao scoffed, fixing her glasses, “no, I get triple pay tonight and I’m single.”

“Really?” You gasped, placing your drink on the counter. “What time does your shift end?”

Nanao gave you a confused look, “why? You don’t even know my name.”

You gave a hearty laugh, “yes I do! You told me it before – it’s Nanao” you smiled. “Also I wanna take you out to celebrate! You should at least get some time for yourself, you know?”

Nanao hesitated – she didn’t know you at all… but her instincts weren’t going off.

“We can do whatever you want to. Just pick the place.”

“Let’s just stay here.” She murmured, feeling unsure of where to go. “I want to try being the customer for once.”

You gave her a gentle smile, “of course – the customer is ‘king’ or I should say, ‘queen’ after all.”

The two of you chatted the rest of the evening, with Nanao breaking away a few times to tend to the bar as customers came in. After her shift ended, she quickly changed out of her uniform. Her large glasses framed her face, her hair in a makeshift bun, and a small blush across her cheeks.

“Actually, can we go to a diner nearby?” Nanao asked, as she fidgeted with her glasses.

“Lead the way!”

“And who’s this?” Nanao’s uncle, Shunsui, asked as he invited you to his home.

You introduced yourself, bowing to the tall man. “I’m Nanao’s partner.”

Shunsui’s eyes widened as Nanao looked away nervously. He let out a tender smile, “I hope you’re treating my Nanao-chan with the tender love and care she deserves.”

“Shut up!” Nanao interjected, embarrassed at what he was saying. You laughed, as Nanao warned you beforehand that he would “say something incredibly cheesy.”

“How long have you been together?” Shunsui asked, as he ushered the two of you to sit.

“Hm, about 8 months now, give or take?” You said, turning to Nanao. Her face was red as she refused to look at her uncle in the face.

“Eight months… that would mean you met in February?” Shunsui pondered, look at the two of you with curiosity.

“Technically we’ve known each other for a little more than that, but our first date was on Valentine’s Day.” You answered, giving him a sheepish smile as Nanao face reddened even more.

Shunsui let out a hearty chuckle, “well isn’t that romantic. No wonder little Nanao is so flustered.”

Nanao huffed, “you two are so annoying.” To which, you and Shunsui shared a laugh.

ZARAKI KENPACHI - BOOK-END, HAPPY-END | wc: 1885

Yachiru was a handful most of the time, or at least, that’s what her preschool teachers would tell Zaraki continuously. But she was a happy girl, popular with her classmates and while she liked to pull pranks, she was quick to apologize.

Libraries though, were a sense of wonder for her – she can read all her favourite comics, have someone read to her, and play with some toys, all in one place?

Her father, Zaraki, hated the library. He didn’t care much for books, and it was too quiet for his liking. It was too stuffy for someone like him. He always dreaded picking up Yachiru from her afterschool program at the library because of the looks and stares he would get from other parents.

Not that he cared about what they thought – they were just pissing him off with the constant oogling and whispers. If they had something to say, say it to his face.

But one glare from him was enough to shut any negative naysayers around him as they ran off in fear. And Yachiru was a happy camper ready to be picked up by her father, or “Kenny” as she affectionately called him. Zaraki didn’t care that Yachiru didn’t call him father, dad, pops – whatever name one would call their father figure. She was happy, safe and healthy (he did mind how much candy she was consuming, lest he get another scolding from her dentist).

It surprised him that Yachiru enjoyed the library as much as she did. She was louder than him and was just as carefree about personal space and societal expectations as he was… yet she insisted on being part of the afterschool library program that some of her friends were in.

So here he was, waiting for Yachiru to finish up her program as he flipped through some random magazine.

“Kenny!” Yachiru yelled as she rushed over to Zaraki. He stared at her calmly as she excitedly jumped around in front of him, her schoolbag barely zipped, her cheeks flushed with with excitement and bright pink hair tousled around. He gave her a smile and lifted her on to his shoulders.

But as soon as he walked away, he felt a hard ‘thud’ on his head. “Ow, watch where yer hittin’, Yachiru.” He snapped.

“Kenny, you gotta talk to the librarian. She said she had to talk to the parents before we left.”

Zaraki huffed, this place was annoying. He saw you, the librarian in question, chatting with some parents before they walked away. You had a calm smile, as you waved to Yachiru sitting happily on Zaraki’s head.

“And you must be Ms. Yachiru’s father – it’s nice to actually speak with you.” You said, as you began to register how tall and big the man was. No wonder Yachiru seemed content to sit on his shoulders, she was so high up!

“She said you had somethin’ to talk to me about. Make it quick.” He coldly replied. In his few interactions with libraries and librarians, he hated talking with him. They talked too much, and he didn’t care for books. It was just too boring for him.

“We have a little read-along coming up and I’ve been inviting caregivers to attend.” You said, as you handed Zaraki a pamphlet. “Yachiru is an excellent reader… once she finds something she wants to read.” You gave a hearty laugh.

“That’s because you know what I like Ms. Librarian!” Yachiru giggled.

You sighed, you corrected Yachiru in front of her father, “please call me that instead.”

Zaraki muttered your name, unsure if he would even remember it, but you did have a different personality for a librarian than what he was used to. You seemed carefree and relaxed – not caring that Yachiru often times did things on her own terms.

“I’ll be there. Thanks.” Zaraki took the pamphlet from your hands. He walked out of the library with Yachiru gleefully laughing, all the way home.

Zaraki was warming up to the library, or the more accurate answer was that he was warming up to you. He would come right on time to pick up Yachiru but let her have a few minutes to run amok in the children’s area while he talked with you.

He liked listening to you talk – the way your nose scrunched up when you laughed, and the way you didn’t judge him for his dislike of reading. “It’s not for everyone,” you would say, “but there is always a book for someone.” But you never pressured him to take out a book.

And the two of you wouldn’t just talk about Yachiru, even though she was often a handful. She was fun and was quick to engage, you didn’t have many complaints. You also were honest with him, which was something he appreciated. He hated the way many of Yachiru’s teachers and the parents of her friends, would dance around him – as if anything they say would piss him off. They didn’t bother to get to know him, and in return, he didn’t give a rat’s ass about them (aside from being respectful to Yachiru).

No, you were different – you weren’t afraid to joke with him, you weren’t afraid to tease him. You were… fun. Which was why he started to enjoy coming to the library to pick Yachiru up if it meant getting a few moments to chat with you.

Although today was a bit different, Yachiru had been invited to a sleepover with one of her classmates, a family he was familiar with and had known since Yachiru was in pre-school. He didn’t mind her staying over the night.

“Yachiru, don’t forget to give your books back to the library.” Zaraki told her as he helped her get ready for school.

“’kay Kenny!” She responded happily, as she had her lunchbox and backpack already ready. He saw her head out the door and run down the street to her friend, holding their hand as they walked to school.

Zaraki closed the door and immediately noticed the two books Yachiru forgot to pack. It would be stupid to go after her and give her the books, he might as well drop it off for her and chide her later for it.

He didn’t have much planned for today anyways. Yachiru being gone and having the day off meant he could relax and shoot the shit. A stop by the library wasn’t going to change that.

As he made his way to the library, he initially decided to shove the books into the drop-off slot, but… he wanted to see if you were around. He only saw you in the afternoon with other kids and parents around, would morning you be different?

So he made his way into the library. It was too quiet for his liking, given the fact that children were now in school. It was uncomfortable for him to be in such a quiet place.

“Ah Mr. Kenpachi! What a pleasant surprise.” You greeted him. You were pushing a trolley of books to be placed back on shelves. “What brings you here this morning?”

“Was just droppin’ off Yachiru’s books.” He grumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “Didn’t want to pay for the fees.”

“Oh we don’t charge late fees anymore.” You laughed. “We changed the policy a while back. But anyways, you can put them in the drop off box. My colleague will handle it.”

“Sure…” but Kenpachi didn’t want to leave just yet. “Mind if I hang around for a bit?”

“Why of course not, it’s the library!” You giggled, “you know we have movies you can borrow too, right?”

“I don’t really watch movies.” Zaraki grumbled.

“No way,” you gasped. “You don’t have at least one favourite movie?” You questioned him.

“Don’t really have the time for it.” Zaraki remarked, shrugging his shoulders, “I prefer to experience the action myself.” Which earned a fit of laughter from you.

“Ok, Mr. Superstar – I’m almost done with these, but I’m taking you to the movie corner.” You said, a determined look in your eye, “and we’re picking out a movie for you!”

It didn’t take long for you to finish shelving the books and you immediately made a beeline to the movie corner. Zaraki stood aimlessly in the room, unsure of what he was looking for.

“Did you see anything you like?” You asked, as he skimmed the back cover of a DVD.

“Not really – I don’t even own a DVD player.” Zaraki said. “You don’t gotta waste your time with me.” He bellowed, “you should get back to work.”

You stood in front of him, arms crossed, as you sized him up. “Nope. No can do – books are one thing, but I’m here to help you find a movie.” Zaraki smirked at your bravery, most people didn’t even think twice about saying ‘no’ to him.

“Fine, suit yerself girly. Pick me something.” As he leaned against the wall. He watched you in amusement going through the stacks of DVDs.

“Voilà!” You shouted, pulling out a DVD. “This one for sure. I think you’ll like it.” As you handed him the cover.

“Seven Samurai, huh. I’ve heard of this.” Zaraki murmured as he quickly skimmed the back cover.

“Excellent.” You beamed, “pick a time where you’re free and I can bring my DVD player to your place.”

“Eh, that’s not necessary.” Zaraki muttered, not comfortable with being fussed over like this. “I’m free tonight since Yachiru’s going to a sleepover.”

Without missing a beat, you blurted out “then come over to my place after the program tonight!” Zaraki raised an eyebrow to you.

“Yah sure about that?”

You nodded your head vigorously. “Definitely – I have popcorn, but if you have other snacks you want to bring, feel free.” You eagerly said.

“I’ll bring dinner.” Zaraki said, amused at how eager and excited you looked. He couldn’t help but think how cute you were with the determined look on your face, and the excitement in your eyes. “It’ll be a date.” He said, without a second thought.

“Yes, a date! I’m looking forward to it.” Zaraki’s eyes widened, you didn’t disagree with what he said? He gave you a gentle pat on the head, then handed you the DVD.

“Keep this for me and I’ll pick you up later.” Zaraki grinned. The two of you were making your way back to the entrance of the library, when it dawned on you that you agreed to a date. You cheeks felt hot, realizing what was happening.

“I’m lookin’ forward to tonight.” Zaraki said, an unsually shy look in his face.

“Me too!” You stammered. The two of you stood awkwardly.

“I trust yer choice. And even if the movie sucks shit –”

“It doesn’t suck shit!” You yelled, then immediately covering your mouth as the library patrons shushed you.

Zaraki let out a bellowing laugh, making you smile, “what I was tryin’ to say – if it sucks shit, I’m sure you have other movies I’d like. I trust yer taste.”

You smiled at his words, your heart fluttering from his praise. You stood on the tips of your toes and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “And if not, we can do other things.” You said, suggestively, earning a menacing grin from Zaraki.

Thank you for reading!! And happy Valentine's Day!!

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Rolan Valentine's Day One Shot - Sex Pollen

Inspired by this vday challenge from @fic--writer finally finished one of my older WIP pieces. It's a different format than what I normally do, so lmk what you think about the outline style. Cute and fun, but also wildly smutty.

NSFW, piv, unprotected sex, oral, marathoning, unintentional psychadelic usage, anal

pairing: f!reader x Rolan, f!Tav x Rolan

word count: 2000

You and Rolan had travelled to the Underdark for a week to attend a conference hosted by the Society of Brilliance. It was a celebration including guest lecturers, demonstrations, and vendors who were all there to highlight the flaura and fauna of the Underdark as well as their uses, and any recent discoveries.  Blurg had sent over an invitation to the Tower inviting the pair of you to partake, which you both enthusiastically accepted.

Rolan was absolutely thrilled and babbled excitedly while you packed your bags and prepared for the journey to the convention.  After saying goodbye to Cal and Lia, you both took the pass through Bonecloak’s basement and ventured into the Underdark. 

When you arrive at the festival, you check in with Blurg who excitedly shows you both the schedule before leading you to your tent for the week.  After unpacking, you lay on the bed rolls with Rolan as you both pick out the things you must see and do as he rubs you back and you both relax for the evening, excited for the week ahead.

The first three days go according to plan; Rolan picks out several lectures on new species that have been discovered as well as some demonstrations on new uses for Sussur blossoms.  You find an interesting talk on physical areas that need more exploration hosted by Omeluum.  It’s an exciting week, and you love seeing Rolan geek out as he asks many thoughtful questions at every lecture you attend.

As you both get ready for bed that evening, Rolan mentions learning about the Myconids from a lecturer.  You can’t help but animatedly recount your own encounter with them as Rolan hangs on your every word.  He is so fascinated, and you begin to scheme up a small side adventure for the next day as you drift off to sleep.

You both signed up for a tour group that travels through the Underdark for several hours as a guide points out various species while you wander about.  After an hour or so, you recognize the terrain as being somewhat close to the Myconid colony and you stop Rolan as you pretend to relace your boots and the group moves almost out of sight.

“Tav we’re going to lose them!”

“Well, the good news is that I happen to have some friends nearby…some friends I think you’d like to meet.”

Rolan’s eyes grow wide and he quickly catches on and excitedly helps you back to your feet as you give him a sly grin and start heading in a different direction, Rolan’s hand firmly around yours as you lead the two of you deeper into the Underdark

You walk for a short time before something catches your attention; a glowing, pink, sphere-shaped fungus that practically buzzes when you look at it.  Rolan quickly follows your line of sight, “Do you recognize that species? I haven’t seen anything like that catalogued in any of my reference books!”

Shaking your head, you notice a trail of these plants leading into a crevice in the rock.  You glance at Rolan playfully before squeezing yourself through and you find a small pool of aqua blue water surrounded by the little pink fungi, its glow illuminating the small cave in a rosy glow.  That’s when you notice several bedrolls around the water, as well as a large bottle of what smells to be…rose oil? You start to speak, but Rolan cuts you off, excitedly shouting from across the small cavern, “Look at this one!”

You turn around and crouch next to him on the ground and see a particularly large mushroom with reddish spores on the surface.  Ever the scientist, Rolan pulls out an empty test tube from his bag and reaches to scrape some of the substance into his sample jar.  He delicately scrapes the top with a blade and gently brushes the spores into his sample jar. He no sooner puts the cork on his sample and the mushroom begins to pulse- no, hum?

You share a confused look, and as you turn back to the fungus it bursts into a thick cloud of magenta pollen and you both cough and try to wave it out of your faces

Rolan shouts through the thick, pink cloud, "TAVVV!" When the dust finally settles, he looks at you to make sure you’re alright, but his face twitches with an odd expression as he scans your body for injuries.  Before you can question it, you feel a ripple of heat rush over your body, your mouth goes dry, and you feel a sudden and intense need in your core.

Before you know what’s happening, both of you are furiously tearing your clothes off and Rolan practically pounces on top of you, knocking you back onto the pile of blankets as he starts planting wet, harsh kisses on your neck and his hands start to play with your ass while he desperately begins to hump your thigh

Your hands trail all over his chest and shoulders and you moan loudly as your eyes roll back with pleasure.  You glance to the side and see the large bottle of oil, and the excited squeal you make forces Rolan to come up for air as he follows your gaze.  He growls enthusiastically as he grabs the bottle and pops the cork off in one motion as he begins drizzling the oil over your nude form before letting it drip down his ridged chest.

You stare at him intently and start touching yourself, rubbing the oil into your skin, begging him to come back to you and the sight practically makes Rolan explode.  He pumps his cock and you swear it’s even larger than normal as you watch the oil and precum coat his hard length as he stares at you hungrily

You don’t even realize that you’ve started crying, the few seconds without his touch feels like an eternity and you start begging him to fuck you even louder

Rolan firmly grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap as he lays back against the blankets, he gently lifts you directly over his hard member and drags your soaked entrance over his tip, causing you to slam down onto him in desperation.  He screams your name and you start energetically bouncing on his length, and he slams his hips up to meet you as the sound of your moans echo loudly in the small cavern.

“My Tav, my sweet, beautiful Tav.  I want to fill you so full that you can’t stand up, I want to make love to you until I collapse.” Rolan growls out praises at you as his hands play with your breasts and tummy as they bounce with each hard thrust.  You feel yourself starting to come, but you can’t stop yourself from bouncing even as you feel your toes curl and you grip around Rolan’s cock so tightly it causes him to fill you with hot seed that starts dripping out of you as he continues thrusting into you at an intense pace

You both shake from your orgasms, but miraculously neither of you are phased as you continue making intense love on the bedrolls.  You continue for hours without tiring.

You both get creative with your positions as you continue to please each other.  Rolan flips you around in his lap before leaning back and dragging your hips back with him as he pulls your core onto his face and you can’t stop yourself from grinding against his tongue as you lean over to take his ridged length as far down your throat as you can

Rolan even uses a variation of mage hand he’s been practicing to hold down your arms and legs and you scream his name as he eats you out passionately, smiling up at you from between your legs

You grab the oil and wave your ass in the air as you beg Rolan to take you in every way.  While normally he’s hesitant for fear of hurting you, his inhibition is gone as he gently presses into your tight ass and he can’t stop swearing as he gently rocks his hips back and forth as you cry loudly at the overwhelming stimulation

It’s like a dream, the way the time passes like nothing as you both explore fantasies you didn’t know you had.   Neither of you remember stopping, which is why it’s such a surprise when you awake in an unfamiliar tent.

You hold your head as it pounds, and you notice Rolan stirring awake and he is similarly dazed.  It is only when you notice the melodic hum of the myconids that you begin to piece together what must have happened.

As the memories of your wild lovemaking come flashing back into your mind, you can’t help but blush as you glance over at Rolan, whose spellbound grin tells you he also remembers your long side quest.

You quickly put on your clothes that are carefully laid out next to you and the two of you shyly pop your heads out of the tent flap.  You smile awkwardly as you make your way to Sovereign Spaw, your lover following close behind you, staring wide-eyed at the colorful creatures that surround you.  You kneel in front of your old friend, and Rolan follows suit, but he is unable to hide the wonder on his face

“Life-chanter, you need not kneel to me.  You are welcome here, as is your mate. We are thankful we recovered you when we did.”

You both blush intensely as you rise to look at your old friend.  “What was that stuff?”

“We have no name for it in your language, but it has proven to induce breeding in creatures of many different species.  Its purpose we do not yet fully understand. Not all of your kind have the stamina to survive such a prolonged encounter. ”

Rolan chokes on his spit and he tries to cover it with a cough.  Thankfully, the Sovereign either doesn’t notice or is kind enough to ignore the outburst.  After he recovers, his curiosity gets the better of him and Rolan asks softly, “May I ask you some questions Sovereign Spaw? About your customs?”

Spaw hums his approval and begins a long conversation with your wizard; you are amazed at the thoughtfulness and care he has put into his questions and hours go by like minutes because of their genuine connection with each other

When you finally depart, Spaw and his entourage walk you to the steps leading back towards your conference. “Life-chanter, I am glad to have crossed paths again.”  He turns to Rolan and continues, “Master of the tower, keeper of knowledge; your respect for our customs is unmatched in our many centuries of existence.  We shall call you Light of Truth, and you shall always be welcome here.”

Rolan gushes in excitement as soon as you are out of earshot and repeatedly thanks you for bringing him to meet the myconids

It isn’t until you’re both back in your tent and getting ready for bed that Rolan quiets down…too quiet.  You sit up on your bedroll and see him hunched in the corner, “Rolan?”

He glances over his shoulder with a devious grin before gently biting his bottom lip, “Tav…how much do you remember from our journey to the myconid colony?”

You blush uncontrollably as Rolan quickly closes the distance between you on all fours, climbing on top of you so that your bodies are just inches apart.  From his pocket he pulls his glass vial, shaking the burgundy spores suggestively in front of your face with a smirk.

“ROLAN!” You gasp with shocking realization; you had almost forgotten how your romantic escapade had started. 

“Tav darling, it’s for scientific research!  You wouldn’t want to stand in the way of important discovery, would you?” He whispers the last part into your ear before trailing kisses and soft bites down the side of your neck. You can’t stop the purr in your throat at his touch and he chuckles into your skin, “I think though, for the time being, I’ve got quite a bit of inspiration for my own tests before I need use our sample again.”

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

The End- Part Two

chapter warning: get the tissues x masterlist

we're finally here. it's the end! i feel like a proud parent and this is my child... but happy valentines day guys!! i spent most of the day adding the finishing touches to this and even though i'm still not completely happy with it i want to post it anyway!! i've also been getting really invested in the next thing i'm working on... which will be revealed on monday :) also for the final chapter i thought i'd share my playlist that i'd have on whilst writing

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@/MotionlessInWhiteTea:

Why I think Y/n Y/l/n shouldn’t be working in the scene, a thread

Disclaimer: The majority of this is simply rumours, but there is also photo evidence. Personally I think she has been acting very unprofessionally during this tour and I haven’t seen anyone talk about it. So here’s what I have to say.

Your throat dried up, the world around you stopped moving, yet you felt dizzy. This wasn't real, was it?

1/7 First of all, she only got this job because of her connections to Bad Omens- being friends with Bryan. Not because of her skill level or because she’s a good photographer (debatable). I bet she hassled them until she got what she wanted

2/7 Now what I really want to talk about is her unprofessional relationships with the bands. There’s been a picture circulating of her kissing Vinny (miw) at what appeared to be a family party? His family’s party. Why was she even there? [insert picture]

3/7 But this isn’t all, look at the dress she’s wearing in that photo, and then this one [insert picture of you and Noah and the record label party] it’s the same dress. This means people can't say "maybe it was someone who looks like her?" No. it WAS HER

4/7 And even just LAST NIGHT, she was spotted with Noah at a concert, I’ve seen pictures, everyone’s seen the pictures. I’ve also been told by multiple people she was even seen kissing and making out with him towards the end of the show? WHAT THE HELL

5/7 She seems really close with Vinny, have you seen the way she lights up when she talks about him in the interview she did at the festival they played at? and she made excuses to talk about him? They’re always spending time together, and if you looked closely in the background of this picture Vinny posted on his story, he was in his hotel room but you can clearly see her stuff on the bed. I can only assume this means they’ve been sleeping together? [insert picture]

6/7 A lot of people have been speculating, saying she’s been seen leaving hotel rooms with Noah and Vinny on separate occasions, do they know about this? Or is she just the band’s shared groupie who happens to own a camera?

7/7 I really don’t think this is very professional and it needs addressing. She needs to sort this out before even considering a career in the scene- if she’ll have a career since this will forever be haunting her. And, I for one will not be listening to the bands who choose to support her!

You couldn't believe what you were reading.

Everything you had been hiding for weeks, months, was just out there. On the internet.

“Fuck, y/n have you seen this?” Ricky rushes over in a panic, showing you the same post, but you can’t say anything. You don't react.

You swallow hard, standing up from your chair in an attempt to leave, but that was made impossible.

“What’s going on?” Noah asks, rather concerned as comes up behind you, putting an arm around your shoulder.

He catches a glimpse of the picture of you kissing Vinny on Rick’s phone. You feel Noah’s body stiffen all of a sudden, and you turn to look up at him with tears in your eyes, you swallow back the lump in your throat as you shake your head. 

“Noah…” 

“No." He lets go of you. "Ricky, can I?” He nods to his phone, and Rick hands it over to Noah.

You stand there frozen as he scrolls through the post. You hear his breathing become heavier, rougher, the more he read. You could feel the anger, the betrayal, the disappointment almost radiating off of him.

In a desperate attempt, you reach out for him, stumbling over your words.

“I... I can explain…” You stuttered. 

“Oh, you can?” Noah raised his eyebrows, looking down at you with an expression you had never seen on him before, “What the fuck is there to explain?!”

“But…”

“No!” He shouted, and you could see his eyes fill with tears, “I knew it all along. I fucking knew it!" He scoffed, a humourless laugh falling from his lips, "You’ve been lying to me. For three goddamn months?! And this is how I find out?!"

There was nothing you could do, nothing you could say.

"And you had the fucking audacity to tell me you loved me last night? Was that just a lie too? Huh?”

“No!” You sobbed, covering your mouth with your hand, “I was going to tell V-”

“I don’t care. I don't fucking care! I trusted you. Y/n, I trusted you. You know exactly how my last relationship ended, and you still do this to me? If that isn’t the biggest fuck you then I don’t know what is.” 

“Can I please have a chance to explain-”

“No! Nothing you can do or say will fix the fact that you’ve been screwing him the entire time we’ve been together!”

“Hey,” Angela piped up, “The two of you were never actually together.”

“That’s not the point, and stay out of this, this is between us." Noah points at you, "You have told me time and time again that there was nothing going on between you and Vin, you were insisting you were just friends, but you were just lying straight to my face! The both of you! I was stupid enough to believe you because I loved you!” 

“Noah, I was scared!” You cry, “It wasn't meant to happen and then... I couldn't stop and... I was scared I’d lose you if you found out! I didn't want-” 

“So I wasn’t good enough for you?” He scoffed, throwing his head back in anger, running a shaky hand through his hair, “I wasn’t enough?”

“No! Noah, please, can we go somewhere else and talk about this?”

“No. You’ve said enough. You've done enough.” He said, shaking his head. You watch a stray tear roll down his cheek, and you feel your heart break into a million pieces. “We’re done, whatever we are, whatever you thought we were, it’s over. I’ve spent years protecting myself from this, because this isn’t the first time I’ve been lied to like this, and you know it. I can’t believe you.”

And with that, he took his keys and left. You wanted to chase him out, follow him and apologise, but your legs wouldn't take you, leaving you to cry your heart out in Angela’s arms. 

“What the fuck was that?” Ryan asked, as the others all stared.

"I think the party's over." Rick sighed, "We'll be lucky if the tour isn't over."

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@/badomensofficial

We regret to announce that, due to personal circumstances within the band, we will not be performing for the last two nights of the Touring The End of The Concrete Jungle Tour. We are so sorry to be announcing this on the date of one of the shows, but this decision was incredibly difficult, but it is necessary for us to prioritise the well-being of our members at this time.

We deeply apologise to everyone who was looking forward to seeing us and appreciate your understanding and support. Motionless in White will be playing as scheduled, but we won't be there.

We’ll be back as soon as we can to make it up to you, but in the meantime we’re also working on our next record. We will see you again, friends. 

With love,

Nicholas, Jolly and Folio 

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You stared at the post through swollen eyes, having been up most of the night crying again. After Noah left the party, he didn't answer his phone, he hasn’t replied to anybody’s texts, and nobody knew where he had gone. 

He was kind enough to dump your bags outside the venue, from the night before. You collected them as Shae drove you to the hotel after Rick called off the party.

You couldn’t believe what happened that night, the majority of it felt like a blur, you barely remember what the tweet said, but you had to sign out of all your accounts because the messages you were receiving weren’t the kindest, and you weren't in the best place to be reading them.

Your plans for the future, to move in with Noah, was seemingly thrown out of the window, you were so glad you didn’t tell Andy you were backing out.

You were back to square one again, wondering if this was really what you wanted. 

As you rolled over in your bed again to charge your phone, you hear a knock at your door. You didn’t want to answer it, you didn’t want to face anybody today. 

“Y/n! I know you’re awake!” It was Angela, “And I know this is your room!”

Sighing, you got out of bed and opened the door for her. 

“What’s up?” You asked as she carefully shut the door behind her. 

“What’s up is I just walked in on an old guy screwing his wife! I thought your room was on the fourth floor and the door was slightly open so-“

“Angela,” you frowned, “I know you came to check up on me, I’m okay. I just need some space.”

“Oh… That’s okay!” She smiled, “I wanted to check up on you, nobody's heard from you yesterday and you just left so suddenly that night, I had to fill Vinny in on what happened so expect a visit from him when he finally wakes up.”

“Great.” You frown, “Did the guys… Say anything?”

“What do you mean?” She asked. 

“Do they all hate me?” You felt your bottom lip quiver as you asked her, and her eyes softened as she pulled you in for a hug. 

“No! Of course not!” She reassured you, “All the Motionless guys are on your side, baby, you and Noah weren’t exclusive, therefore you were allowed to see other people. Bad Omens however… Jolly’s pretty pissed off, and Bryan.”

“Bry?”

“They don’t want to see their friend hurt.” She explains, stroking your hair, “They’ll come around eventually. The rest don’t really care, it’s none of their business anyway.”

“How’s Vin?” You ask.

“What do you mean?”

“Does he feel guilty too? He was in on it, he lied to Noah for me.”

“I think so- What’s that?” She asked, looking over at your phone on the nightstand.

“Bad Omens have pulled out.” You frown, “There’s only two nights left, I'm guessing Noah's gone off the rails or something.”

“Shit, really? I hope he’s okay, he was in quite a state.”

“I know, Ang. It keeps me up, he’s all I can think about…” You sigh, “I told him after the concert that I wanted us to really give it a go, I saw a future with him... I was going to tell Andy I couldn’t make the tour with them and-”

“Andy?” She furrowed her brows, “Andy as in���?”

“Andy from Black Veil.” You nodded, “When I went to the record label party with Noah and the guys I met him and he said he’s seen my work and wondered if I was available to come on tour with them in a few weeks.”

“What?” Her jaw dropped, “Does Vin know this?”

“No… I haven't had the chance to tell him yet.” You frown, “Why would it bother him?”

“Well…” She hesitated for a moment, “I think you should go and talk to him.”

“Why? What’s he said?”

“Nothing… I think he just…" She held her hands up in defeat, "I can’t, I promised I wouldn’t say anything.” 

You nodded your head, looking around the room for your hoodie. 

“Do you know what room he’s in?”

“216, him and Rick are sharing though which might be a problem.”

“I don’t care anymore, Ang, everything's out now, I’ve got nothing left to hide.”

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You knocked on Vinny’s hotel door, staring down at your feet as you waited for him to open it. 

“What are you doing here?” Ricky asked, surprised to see you.

“Can I speak to Vinny?” You asked, clearing your throat. 

“He’s in the shower,” Ricky said, opening the door for you, “I’m about to go out and get a coffee, I guess you can sit and wait for him.” 

“You guess?” You smiled faintly.

Ricky smiled back before slipping his shoes on. 

“Just don’t fuck on my bed, please. It’s all I ask.” 

“That’s not what I’m here for...” You shake your head, “I just wanted to talk to him after the other night.” 

“Has anyone heard from Noah yet?”

“No,” you shake your head, “And if they did I’m sure they wouldn’t tell me. Not even Bryan’s talking to me at the moment.” 

“Shit,” Rick frowned, “Look, if it’s any consolation, we’re on your side. You had every right to have fun and mess about with other people if you and Noah weren’t anything serious, I get he’s pissed about the lying though.” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” 

“Hey, it’s not me you need to apologise to,” he chuckled, “See you later.” 

“Bye, Rick.” 

You sat in silence for a couple minutes, waiting until you heard the shower turn off. You thought of what you would say to Vinny, what even was there to say?

“Oh, hi,” he smiled as he walked out of the bathroom, one towel wrapped around his hips as he dried his curls with another, “How are you doing?”

“Not too good,” you sigh, “You?”

“I feel awful.” 

“I just keep thinking to myself… What if I just kept it all professional? Why couldn’t I have just controlled myself? Now I’ve lost... Everyone!” You sob. 

“You haven’t,” his voice softened, “You’ve still got the guys, Angela... Me. I’m not going anywhere.” 

“But Vinny…” You look up at him through teary eyes, and he could tell where this was going. 

He shook his head. 

“No. No, don’t do this.”

“I've been thinking-"

"Don't you fucking..."

"You deserve better, Vinny.” You swallow hard, fighting back tears, “I’m so sorry… For everything I’ve put you through. You didn’t deserve it. You’re a great guy, you’re probably my favourite person I’ve ever met, you mean the world to me Vin, but I put you through hell and for what?”

“And I knew what I was getting into, fuck I’m getting deja vu here,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but to no avail, “I couldn’t have just ignored you, y/n. Not when I fell in love with you the first time I ever saw you. It would've been impossible.” 

“What?” 

“Wasn’t it obvious?” He chuckled. 

“I… Vinny... you…?”

“Remember that first night, the party, when I spilled your drink? I saw you and that guy, I was watching you two from across the room, and when I saw him lean in to kiss you…”

“That’s when you knocked into me.” It was like pieces of a puzzle were finally coming together in your brain. 

“Everything could’ve been totally different if that never happened, I never knew it would end like this, and if I could go back in time I'd change it all. I’m sorry.” 

“No, don’t apologise.” 

“I should, though. It’s my fault this all happened in the first place, y/n.” He let out a bitter laugh. “I knew Noah was into you. We all did. But that didn’t stop me, did it?”

You watched him shake his head.

“I watched him fall for you, I saw him with you everyday” Vinny admitted, voice shaking. “And I let it happen anyway. Because I- I was selfish, I couldn’t stop myself. Even when I told myself I should. Even when I knew what it would do to him. I knew it would tear everything apart.” His voice cracked, his eyes welling with tears. “But I did it anyway. Because I wanted you. God, I wanted you.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you whispered

“But I was the one who kissed you first.”

Vinny’s lips parted slightly, but he said nothing.

“I knew how I felt about Noah,” you continued, voice shaking. “And yet, I still couldn’t wrap my head around what I felt for you, I still can't now! It's something I’ve never felt before. Something I don't understand. It was new and exciting, and I loved every moment I’d spend with you,” You exhaled a shuddering breath. “Vin, I love everything about you.”

You got up and Vinny took a step closer, but you shook your head, pressing a trembling hand to his chest.

“And that’s what makes this so fucking cruel.”

His brows furrowed. 

“Y/N…”

Tears blurred your vision as you looked at him, memorising every detail, his parted lips, his glossy eyes, the crease between his brows.

“I love you,” you choked out. “And yet I still let myself hurt you.”

Vinny shook his head, reaching out to grab your wrist. 

“No. No, you didn’t-”

“I did,” you sobbed. “I did. I ruined everything. And I can’t fix it, Vin. I can’t. I don’t deserve to…" Your eyes met his, before whispering, "I don’t deserve you.”

His grip on you tightened. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that.”

Your chest ached with the weight of it all.

“Through everything, you were willing to stay by my side. Even when I had to push you away, you understood. No other man on this planet would’ve done that.” 

“It’s because I love you.” He said, almost pleading with you, “I realise now that I was willing to do whatever you wanted me to because I just wanted you to be happy. If that was with Noah, then I would’ve wished you two the best of luck. If you needed time, I was happy to wait. I would've waited as long as you needed, I just...”

“Vinny…” 

“No… I think I should give you your birthday gift now…”

You watched him dig through his suitcase before pulling out a small box. 

“I didn’t have time to wrap it or anything.” He apologised, handing it over to you as he quickly got dressed.

As you opened it, you felt your heart sink even further. 

It was a key. 

“Wh- What’s this for?” You ask, taking it out of the box. 

“It’s a key.”

“I can see that,” you laughed through your tears, “Where to?”

“My house.” He said, “This is going to sound so stupid to say out loud given everything that just happened, but I just assumed in the end you’d pick me over Noah. Just because… I thought if he really meant something to you then you’d drop me, but you never did. I’m sorry, it seems stupid now, but I was going to ask if after the tour finishes you’d maybe want to move in? I need a new roommate, and there’s nobody else I’d be able to live with besides you. And our photographer’s pretty much quit so I was going to suggest you join us full time.” 

“I can’t do this.” You say, shaking your head and heading for the door.

You still haven't told him.

“It’s not you Vin, I promise.”

Before you could go anywhere, he caught your wrist. 

“What do you mean?” His whole body went rigid.

“I’m so sorry, Vinny…” You forced yourself to swallow past the lump in your throat. “I- I’m going back on the road… with Black Veil Brides. In three weeks.”

His face fell.

His grip on your wrist slackened, and you could feel the moment his heart shattered.

“…You’re what?”

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you, Vin, I’m so sorry.” Your voice cracked. “I’m so, so sorry.”

You reached for him, desperate, but he took a slow step back, shaking his head.

For the first time since you’d met him, Vinny truly had nothing to say.

And somehow, that hurt more than anything.

“Vin?”

“How long have you known this?”

“...About a month.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me? Not once did it cross your mind?” He spat.

“I didn’t think it would matter.”

Vinny shook his head. 

“What happened to wishing me the best?” You raised an eyebrow, your voice quieter now, “This is my dream, Vinny. I’m sorry I didn’t consider you in it.” 

“No.” Vinny swallowed, nodding his head, “I’m sorry. I’m happy for you, it’s just a bit of a shock, that’s all. I’m so happy for you… I just wished you would’ve told me.” 

You smiled faintly. 

“I should’ve. I'm sorry.” You said, before reaching out for his hand. “You’re too good to me, Vinny. You've but nothing but good to me. Maybe in another life, another time, things would’ve been different. Maybe we would’ve met earlier, found each other sooner. Things would’ve been less complicated, I would’ve been able to give you my all.”

“W-We can still try.” Vinny offered, but you shook your head. 

“I think I need to clear my head first, Vin. It’s been nothing but chaos for the last three months, I need to clear my name and focus on my career and make that my main priority before anything else.”

“I’ll always be here for you, y/n.” He said, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, you could tell this was a front, and he was holding back on his real emotions, “Whether it’s just as your friend, or more, I’ll always be here.” 

“Thank you.” You smiled, your voice breaking as he pulled you in for a hug. “Really, Vinny. Thank you.” 

The two of you pulled away, and you wiped the tears from your eyes. 

“So... Do you know what you're going to do about Noah?”

“Hm?”

“Are you going to try and fix things?”

“I want us to be on good terms, I want us all to be on good terms with each other. But I think it’ll take a while for him to come around. I hurt him really badly, I hurt both of you, and I understand that he needs space, it’s a lot for him to process.”

Vinny nodded his head. 

“Let things cool down first, that’s a good idea.” 

You stood there in front of him, a comfortable silence in the room. Until he he spoke again,

“Have you heard we’ve got a new song coming out?” Vinny asked, “I wrote it, or the majority of it.”

“No!” You raise an eyebrow, “What’s it called?” 

“I think we’ve decided on Nothing Ever After.” 

You furrow your eyebrows, but you don’t question it.

“Sounds cool, do you know when it's coming out?”

“At the end of the week, but we’re playing it tomorrow night for the first time… But there’s something I need you to know, and I don’t want to upset you at all.” 

“What is it?” 

“It’s kind of about us… About you.” 

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

After going back to your room, you booked a flight home for that night, despite Vinny's attempts to keep you.

You said your goodbyes to all the guys, Angela, and Vinny, they still didn’t want to let you go, but they understood your decision.

"We'll miss you." Chris smiled, pulling you in for a hug, "I know you weren't originally supposed to be our photographer, but you've really done a great job."

"Thanks, Chris." You smiled, afraid to say anything to anyone else. Especially Vin.

Ryan drove you to the airport, which you thanked him for. It was even tough to say goodbye to him, and the two of you didn't even spend that much time together.

As you walked through the airport you were almost waiting to see Noah, you wouldn’t admit it, but you were wishing he’d come running in, call your name and you'd go running into his arms.

But there was nobody. Nobody to stop you, nobody to tell you this wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

You checked in, went through security, and found yourself sitting at the gate, staring at the stupid pet rocks Vinny had given you.

Your fingers curled around the one painted like him, gripping it so tightly your knuckles turned white. You had no idea what you were doing. If this was the right choice. If you were running away again.

Maybe in another life, you would’ve stayed.

Maybe in another life, you would’ve picked Vinny from the start.

Maybe in another life, Noah would’ve fought for you.

But in this one, you knew you had to let them both go.

Once you were sat in your seat, preparing to switch your phone off and sleep on the way home, you received a text. 

Hey, y/n! Hope you’re doing well! I’m so sorry to have to do this, but our management said we can’t take you with us on our upcoming tour due to the recent news about your relationships with members of the bands you’ve been working with. I just need you to know, this isn’t a decision I’ve made, I was against this as I would’ve loved you to join us, but it’s out of my control. I’m so sorry, y/n, but I wish you the best.

Stay in touch. Andy 

You felt like you had been shot in the chest.

As if things couldn’t get any worse.  

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

“So, I was thinking… We should play the new song tomorrow. I know I said save it for the next tour but what do you think?” Vin asked as he wiped his arms down with a towel, trying to get off the remainder of his body paint before getting changed. “It’s the last night, let’s give ‘em something new.”

“I like your thinking.” Chris smiled, “But I also know what the true meaning behind this song is, even if you won’t admit it"

Vinny didn’t respond, just kept scrubbing at the black paint on his forearms.

"Are you sure you’re ready to put this out whilst everything’s still so raw?”

Vinny let out a slow exhale and shrugged.

“I don’t care, to be totally honest.” He finally met Chris’ gaze in the mirror. “Let them think what they want to think.”

Justin, who had been half-listening while scrolling on his phone, turned around.

“Wait. I know you helped write the song, but… is it really about her?”

Vinny tossed the towel into his laundry bag.

“Maybe.” He smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe not.”

Later that night, on the bus, he lied in his bunk with his phone in his hands, staring at your contact name.

He shouldn’t text you.

But he wanted to. Wanted to check if you got home safe. If you were okay. If you were happy, or as happy as you could be. He also wanted to give you a heads-up about tomorrow night. Maybe even ask for permission.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard before he finally gave in.

Hey, I hope you got home safe. Just know that while you’re sleeping happily in your own bed, I’m out here getting back pain from the bunks lmao.

We’re thinking about playing that new song tomorrow night. Would it be okay?

You walked into your bedroom after brushing your teeth, settling under the covers before reaching for your phone on the nightstand. You saw you had two messages from Vinny.

You hesitated before typing back.

Surely, I should be the first to hear it.

Vinny stared at your reply. His thumb hovered over the screen.

Should he?

You were gone. And for all he knew, he might never see you again.

He sighed, then hit send.

[1 Video Attachment]

I know my singing isn’t the best, but I recorded this the other week. I’ve been writing lyrics ever since I first felt I was losing you to Noah, not that you were ever mine to lose. At first, it was just random lines, but then I remembered we had that track from Illenium. Chris hadn’t worked on lyrics for it yet, so I showed him what I had. He loved it. So with his help, we turned it into something real.

Please don’t get mad. I just needed to get it out of my head.

…

The next day, you still hadn’t opened the video. Or even replied.

You couldn’t.

It sat there in your messages, taunting you. Every time you picked up your phone, your eyes flickered to the notification, to his name. But your thumb always hesitated, hovered, then swiped away.

Instead, you went about your day, throwing yourself into anything that could possibly serve as a distraction. You practically begged your manager to take you back, pleaded for any opportunity. You needed something for the meantime as you had been in contact with a few bands, asking about work, but deep down you knew the truth. No one would call. No one would offer you work.

Not after everything.

The entire scene knew by now, for all the wrong reasons. You weren’t a photographer anymore, you were a fucking scandal, a lesson to be learned, a warning of what not to do.

By the time you got home, you felt hollow. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on you, but you didn’t sleep, how could you? You stared at your ceiling, phone clutched in your hand, Angela’s texts illuminating the dark room.

He’s not okay.

You stared at the message for a long time.

I’ve never seen him like this. He barely talked before the show. He’s throwing himself into playing like it’s the only thing keeping him standing. I want to help but I don't know how.

Your breath hitched.

You wanted to type something back, anything, but what could you even say? That it wasn’t your problem anymore? He should get over it?

That it was easier this way?

Lies. Every single one of them.

Angela’s next text sent a chill up your spine.

They’re about to go on.

Your heart lurched knowing that song was going to be played at this show and you still hadn't heard it.

Your fingers hovered over Vinny’s contact. You could ignore it. You should ignore it.

But you didn’t.

Instead, with a shaky breath, you tapped the message thread and pressed play.

Vinny was sat at a piano?

Your breath stuttered.

Since when did he play?

He didn’t look at the camera. His head was bowed, fingers ghosting over the keys. His voice was quiet, almost hesitant, but steady.

But his words hit you like a punch to the stomach.

If you fall, then I will too, into nothing ever after. Do we have to face the truth, or look away, neglect the wounds? All the warning signs we refused to see, like a hurricane that’s drowning me.

The breath left your lungs.

You clenched your jaw, curling your fingers into your palm. The phone shook slightly in your grip.

So we build it up just to tear it down But the pieces don’t fit now. We’re falling apart, we’re fading away Pretending the damage doesn’t matter.

It hurt.

Not because of his voice, but because of the truth in his words. And knowing he had written this.

You had both caused this.

You pressed the phone against your chest, squeezing your eyes shut. You couldn't listen to the rest.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, how long you tried to swallow down the lump in your throat.

Then your screen lit up again.

Angela.

They just announced the new song.

You didn’t move.

Chris just said the title.

You didn’t need to read the next text.

You knew what it was called.

You knew exactly what it was called.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

On stage, the lights pulsed as the crowd roared and cheered.

Vinny sat behind his kit, head down, drumsticks clenched so tight his hands trembled.

We've been dreaming wide awake, feeding poison to each other. It's too hard to walk away, 'cause it's easier to suffer.

He should’ve done everything differently.

He should’ve fought harder. He should've tried harder.

But it was too late.

"Everybody fucking JUMP!" Chris shouted out to the crowd.

The floor of the venue shook. The crowd screamed, fists in the air, bodies moving to the music, completely unaware of the war raging inside the mind of the man behind the drums.

Vinny slammed into the drums like his life depended on it. Like if he just hit hard enough, he could beat the pain out of his own chest. Hit after hit, faster, louder, pouring every ounce of frustration, heartbreak, and regret into the set, until his vision blurred.

Until he felt something hot and wet hit his hands.

Tears.

He barely noticed at first.

But Angela did.

She saw everything.

The way his head dropped lower. The way his shoulders curled in. The way his hands trembled between hits.

The song was coming to its climax, but Vinny didn’t feel the energy of the crowd anymore.

He felt his own heart breaking all over again.

We're fallin' apart, we're fading away Pretending the damage doesn't matter. Ignoring the scars, but now it's too late We settle for nothing ever after...

Nothing.

The lights pulsed red.

His chest felt hollow, his head spun.

And still, he played.

Even as his drumsticks cracked under the force of his grip. Even as the tears blurred his vision. Even as he felt like he was seconds away from shattering completely.

Because that’s all he could do.

Play until there was nothing left.

Play until he felt something.

Play until the past was nothing more than an echo in the back of his mind.

Play until he forgot.

But how could he forget?

How could he forget the way you looked next to him in bed in the mornings, hair a tangled mess, eyes still heavy with sleep as you blinked up at him like you weren’t quite sure if you were awake yet?

How could he forget the way you used to look in his hoodies, when you'd steal one and curl up beside him, your warmth pressing into his side like you belonged there?

How could he forget the way he made you laugh, a sound so full of life that it made his chest ache?

How could he forget the way you looked at him?

Like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Like you loved him.

But if you loved him, why did you leave?

Why was it so easy for you to walk away while he was still here, drowning in everything you left behind?

Why did it feel like he was the only one who couldn’t move on?

We settle for nothing...

And as the song finally came to an end, he let himself breathe.

There would be no more hiding. No more looking over his shoulder, waiting for Noah’s glare. No more having to bite his tongue.

It was out now and he didn't care.

Because now he had nothing left to lose.

Ever after.

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i am so so sorry to everyone who was excited to find out who she ends up with but the title of the fic is nothing ever after... it was always going to end this way :') BUT if you're still here reading this i'm going to spoil something. it's not over. i have 2 sequels for this fic. TWO!! ONE FOR THE VINNY GIRLIES. ONE FOR NOAH GIRLIES!! i'm already on chapter 15 of the vin fic (which is literally insane but i've been writing it on and off for two months now) and i'm on chapter 5 of the noah one which i finally started last week, but i know there are literally NO fics for vinny so that was kinda my priotity :) THANK YOU FOR READING AND IM SORRY FOR THE ENDING LMAO I LOVE YOU!! <33

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[swelling-ftm-belly]

“Are you pregnant again?!!”

“Are you pregnant again?!!” my friend gasped, as she stared down at my protruding belly.  I couldn’t keep it a secret for long. Especially with this pregnancy, I was carrying twins this time, big healthy twins. none of my oversized hoodies could hide the belly or the swollen breasts. I haven’t been able to bind since my first pregnancy, anyway.

it’s been a while since i’ve seen my best friend. we’ve both been busy, me being a stay at home parent and carrying my man’s babies. she’s been single and focused entirely on her career. 

I put my hand protectively over my swollen belly, while she stared, “you need to stop letting him get you pregnant like this, sweaty.” 

the first time it happened i dropped out of school, I was so ashamed to show up with my swollen belly and tits, and I wanted to focus on the baby. 

my best friend was so shocked, then, at how I simply let a man impregnate me, how i simply abandoned my future for him. I remember that time when I was aching all over, with a huge belly, the baby sitting heavily, my womb ballooned, hips widened so painfully, I caressed my bump saying, “oh, isn’t this what happens to you when you fall in love?” 

I was barely twenty, and I immediately said yes without thinking when he proposed. 

once I gave birth to our first, we spoke again about me going back to school. my best friend encouraging me, “you need to get your degree, sweaty, get a job and get your own life together.” 

but I was sitting at home, between breastfeeding and applying for schools, my husband wouldn’t keep his hands off my plump body, we started having sex again after the birth, he would take any chance to grab me by the hips and bury his leaking, erect cock inside my wet pussy. and my pussy was always wet.

soon I was staring at another positive test. months later I invited my best friend for lunch at our place, my belly had ballooned by that time, my husband resting a possessive hand over the belly he filled. I said, sheepishly, “it was an accident.” my best friend held my hand, “oh sweaty, I’m so sorry.” and I could see envy in her eyes for the first time, and my husband wrapped both arms around my belly. 

my belly and breasts continued to swell, being heavily pregnant with my second baby, I abandoned all plans and desires to go back to school or get a job. I began to enjoy life as a stay at home parent. taking care of my baby all day, and by the evening, my pussy would be so wet anticipating my husband’s arrival, his never ending lust, his balls always heavy with semen, ready to explode inside my swollen womb.

after I gave birth to our second son, my husband suggested that we start being careful. Days went by when he wouldn't come near me or touch me during unsafe times. he said it was a good idea to give my body some rest after two consecutive pregnancies. he was worried about my health, he said.

between diligently tracking my ovulation cycles and watching me intensly breastfeed our babies, my body was aching for him, for his touch, to be fucked and filled. 

days passed and I couldn’t take it anymore, i took off my clothes and spread my legs for him, and he couldn’t resist, my  pussy was so embarrassingly wet, he tried to put on a condom but I pulled him in so eagerly. I took him fully, my womb aching for his seed, to swell again. I was screaming with each thrust, “fill me, please daddy, put another baby in me, I’m no good for anything else other than carrying your babies.” he exploded inside me so many times that night. 

we went back to our old routine of him fucking me everyday, whenever he wanted. i didn’t even bother with pregnancy tests because i knew it was a matter of time. my belly was still soft and plump from the previous pregnancies. my breasts full and heavy with milk. a few months passed and it was evident that I was growing your babies in my belly, you cupped my noticeable bump one night while fucking me from behind. i could feel the heaviness in my womb again.

all those memories flashed in my mind while sitting with my friend, I wasn’t even six month along yet but I looked like I was 9 months pregnant already. I caressed my belly proudly, she asked, with a mixture of pity and envy in her voice, “was it an accident again?” 

I blushed, and stammered. “actually….” 

[couldawouldashoulda50]

So, I might not be the best at celebrating Valentine’s Day, but I’m all in for enjoying Dream Boyfriend days ❣️

… and after our conversation, I just couldn’t resist putting together this little blurb 💕 It might not be anything special, but it’s my love letter to you ❤️

_

One Night, Not Enough I A William Nylander One-Shot

It wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a single night.

That was the unspoken rule, the understanding you both had when you left the bar together, when his lips ghosted over your skin, when you tangled yourself in his sheets and let the night take you somewhere reckless and fleeting.

But fleeting wasn’t the word William would use now.

Because it had been days. Days since he last saw you, since he felt your warmth beside him, since your laughter had echoed in his ears. And it was driving him insane.

He had told himself it was just a good time, a great night—nothing more. But then, in the middle of a team meeting, he found himself staring blankly at the whiteboard, wondering what you were doing. During training, he nearly wiped out on the ice because his brain had decided to conjure up the way you had smirked at him right before you left his condo.

And then there was this giddy, borderline embarrassing thing happening to him.

Every time he even thought about seeing you again, his heart did this stupid little flip, and he caught himself smiling at nothing like some lovesick idiot.

Mitch had noticed, of course.

“You good, man?” his teammate had asked, squinting at him in the locker room. “You keep smiling at your phone like it just paid off your mortgage.”

William had scoffed, shoved his phone in his pocket, and muttered something about “none of your business.” But deep down, he knew—he wasn’t good.

Because he had never felt like this before.

And now, as he walking into the café where you had agreed to meet him, he felt ridiculous. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his hoodie, and he was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, trying to shake off the nervous energy buzzing through his veins.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. You were supposed to be the one overthinking, the one fidgeting. But no, William fucking Nylander—NHL star, completely composed in high-pressure situations—was losing it over the idea of seeing you again.

When you finally walked through the door, he had to remind himself to breathe.

“Hey,” you greeted, slipping off your jacket as you approached the table.

“Hey,” he replied, and then—because he was, apparently, a mess—he let out a nervous little chuckle.

You raised a brow. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he said way too quickly. “No. I mean, yeah. Just—uh—glad you came.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

You smiled, amused. “You sound surprised.”

William scratched the back of his neck. “I just… wasn’t sure you would.”

“Why wouldn’t I?” you asked, tilting your head slightly.

He licked his lips, huffed out a breath. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night. And I don’t know if that makes me sound like a complete idiot or just a little bit of an idiot—but either way, I wanted to see you again.”

Your eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a second, he thought he had completely ruined it. But then you leaned in slightly, resting your elbows on the table.

“Well,” you murmured, lips quirking. “If it makes you feel better… I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”

And holy shit—he had to physically stop himself from grinning like a total fool.

“Okay,” he breathed, nodding as if he was trying to play it cool—which he absolutely was not. “That’s… that’s really good.”

You laughed softly. “You are really bad at hiding how much you like this, aren’t you?”

William groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “It’s embarrassing, honestly.”

But you only smiled wider. “I think it’s cute.”

And just like that, he was done for.

What can I say Sophia. This is magical. Something so perfect for what we were discussing having reassigned Valentines Day to Dream Boyfriend Day. I could just imagine this whole scene - and it's William that's internally losing his mind with being so smitten. That's the dream. I love this so much - thank you for taking the time to grace my inbox with the images I have conjured with your words. Best inaugural Dream Boyfriend Day present I could ever hope for!

[beware-of-you-98]

Something was definitely in the water during the Paramore AUS “This is Why” tour pls they were so unhinged 😭

[himblebo]

She’s married she’s married she’s married she’s married (to a man to a man to a man to a man)

[mylove-thresher]

I am going to shoot myself in the head

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[bamboozled-distress]

starting mpreg discourse in the comment section of a trolls band together fanart post on Instagram is probably my favourite thing I’ve ever done in my life

[danielnelsen]

things aren’t going well with peach. while i think my dad’s very right to be concerned that she hasn’t eaten anything in nearly 60 hours (obviously i am too), im becoming increasingly concerned that she hasn’t slept at all in around 36 hours and prior to that she was under anaesthetic, which isn’t exactly restful, so it’s closer to 48 hrs

like dad took her back to the vet today and we’ve got injections for her painkillers now because she’s not eating, and also injections for fluids (because she doesn’t drink; she only gets water from her food), so the not eating is Bad but also kinda under management, but if she doesn’t sleep soon i’m extremely worried. dad was like ‘if she doesn’t eat by tomorrow afternoon we’ll take her back because the injections will run out’ but like. if she doesn’t sleep tonight we have GOT to take her back first thing in the morning so they can sedate her or something