#I’ve never made a gif before so the quality isn’t great and the timing isn’t quite what I wanted it to be but it was super fun to do!!!

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Tim Three: Return of the Kink

Day 5: Collared and Craved (Collar)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairing: Spy x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spy takes you to a hotel and gives you a very special gift

Tags: Collaring, sub/dom, oral, mirrors, hotels, aftercare

Word Count: 3.2k

The Masterlist

It was rare that you and Spy were able to get away from the base. Mercenary work seemed to always be in full swing, even if you were battling over land that was ultimately useless. Breaks were few and far between, but you tried not to complain. After all, you had seen Ms. Pauling’s work schedule, and that alone proved that it could always be worse.

Still, when you were lucky enough to be allowed some time off, you made full use of it. Or rather, Spy made full use of it. He was the one who decided the two of you desperately needed a getaway, booking a hotel and leaving town for a few days of much needed peace and quiet, far from the chaos of the base. At least, that was the explanation he gave the rest of the mercs. You knew better.

Your anticipation peaked when you finally arrived, stepping out of the car and into the lobby of a lavish hotel. Of course, Spy would spare no expense. Taking you by the arm, he led you to your room. With the turn of a key, you stepped into the lap of luxury.

“Oh wow!” You gaped at the room with wide eyes. It was clearly more of a suite than a room now that you got a good look at it.

“Impressive, non?” Spy said, clearly proud of himself.

“This is gorgeous! I’ve never stayed in a room like this before.” You quickly set off to explore the space. “Look at this kitchenette! And is this a jacuzzi tub?”

Spy watched as you paced about the suite, enraptured by it at every turn. He let you wander while he set your suitcases on a nearby sofa. At the moment you were particularly interested in the bathroom, clearly in awe at the size of the shower. It was certainly an improvement compared to the cramped locker rooms you were used to. Spy took the opportunity to open his suitcase, taking out something of great importance- the true reason why he had brought you here in the first place.

“This room isn’t the only surprise I have for you, mon amour!” he called out to you. You practically ran back into the main room, wide eyed.

“Spy, what else could you possibly have-”

“Come over here and I will show you,” Spy said, this time adding a quick and effective snap of his fingers.

To anyone else, such a gesture would seem mundane, or even a bit rude. To you, it was like flicking a switch. Both you and Spy knew what that snap meant. Promptly, you approached him, standing before him with your head bowed respectfully.

“Obedient as always,” Spy said. You could hear the approval in his voice, and it made you smile. You noticed that he was holding a small box in front of him, offering it to you. “Go ahead, open it.”

You took the box, running your fingers over it, simple, smooth, and black. Its surface offered no clues as to what it may contain. You lifted the lid delicately and gasped when you finally saw its contents. “Oh…” The inside of the box was lined with a deep red velvet, framing a strip of high quality black leather. A circular charm was attached at the center with a clasp. Upon closer inspection, you found the charm to be engraved with Spy’s class insignia.

It almost felt wrong to touch it, to remove the collar from its perfect, crimson casing, even though it was not delicate by any means. When you finally removed it from the box, you could tell that the leather was strong and sturdy, only the finest for you. “It’s beautiful,” you said.

“It will look even better on you. May I, my dear?” Spy held out a hand and you gave him the collar. He turned you around so that you were facing a nearby mirror. You watched, captivated as he clasped the leather around your neck. When he was finished he ran his hands over your shoulders, massaging them gently as he maintained eye contact through the mirror, looking almost ravenously at your reflection now that you bore his mark. “Is it comfortable? Tell me the truth. We can easily have it adjusted if it’s not.”

You reached up, fitting two fingers between your skin and the collar. A few deep breaths confirmed that your breathing wasn’t restricted. “It’s perfect,” you said, turning back around to face Spy.

“Not as perfect as the chiot wearing it.” Spy smiled down at you while you looked up at him, confused.

“Chiot?” You repeated the word with an inquisitive tone.

Spy smirked. “It means ‘puppy,’ ma chérie.” He paused to admire the blush that colored your cheeks. “Now, what do you say when your master compliments you?”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, embarrassed that it had taken you this long to offer your gratitude.

“Good girl. Now, I have quite a night planned for you, ange. To start, how about you prove just how deserving you are of that collar?”

A giddy smile spread across your face. “I would like that.”

You were quickly led to the bed. Even now, you couldn’t resist looking around the room, but it was only now that you began to notice some smaller details. A lack of windows allowed for the utmost privacy. Mirrors were placed almost strategically, especially around the bed, couch, and even the bathtub as far as you could recall. However the true cincher was the small, pink bottle of what was unmistakably lube placed on the nightstand, labeled with fancy calligraphy that read ‘complimentary.’ This was a hotel meant for very specific activities.

Spy sat on the edge of the bed, but when you moved to join him he shook his head. “Not yet. Kneel for me.”

You did so immediately, unfastening Spy’s belt with practiced skill. It wasn’t long before you had taken his cock in hand, stroking him with a familiar rhythm. You had done this part enough times for it to be routine. Once he was hard, the real fun would begin.

“You know just what to do, ma chérie,” Spy sighed, watching you work with rapt attention. You knew just what he liked, and it wasn’t long before he was standing at attention.

Opening your mouth, you started slow, licking along the underside of his cock. That earned you an appreciative groan. From there you worked up to the head, speeding up and slowing down as per Spy’s commands, often delivered in the form of simple hand gestures that you were quite familiar with. A beckoning motion urged you to go faster, while a gentle tap on your shoulder warned you to slow down. You always had a tendency to become a bit overeager. Spy had tried to train that out of you, only to eventually relent as it seemed to simply be a part of your nature. The most important thing was that he remained in control, and you always heeded his orders.

Eventually you worked your way up to taking him deep, barely even gagging as he hit the back of your throat. You had plenty of practice, after all. Spy’s soft moans also proved to be a great motivator. Those were the sounds you loved to hear, a clear sign that you were doing a good job. As long as he kept making those noises, you would gladly bring him to climax like this.

Spy knew you loved his moans, but he also knew that you loved to be praised, and every so often he would offer a bit of encouragement to spur you on even more. “Try to look up at me, darling. Oui, that’s it. So beautiful.” The way you moaned against him, low and deep, only enhanced the pleasure he felt.

He dug his fingers into the edge of the bed, trying to keep his composure, but it soon became clear that those vibrations were bringing him dangerously close to the edge. Spy took a deep breath, trying to regain some control. He motioned for you to slow down, but that didn’t stop you from continuing to moan around his cock. It was only when he began to feel tempted to buck into your mouth that he finally had to bring a stop to things.

“That’s enough darling!” Spy spoke suddenly, almost sounding panicked as he realized how close he was to spilling down your throat. You pulled away, lips swollen and breathing hard. With the collar around your neck and the way you were panting, you truly fit the image of an obedient little puppy. Once he collected himself, Spy patted the mattress, smiling down at you. “Come join me, pet.”

You sat up slowly, wincing a bit at the soreness in your knees before climbing onto the bed and- oh. Those were handcuffs. There were thick, leather handcuffs attached to the headboard. You glanced at them nervously. Restraint wasn’t one of your preferred methods of play. In fact, it was often paired with edging and some lengthy punishment. All of this was negotiated, of course, but it still wasn’t meant to be fun for you. Spy followed your gaze and was quick to assuage your fears.

“Pay those no mind. As long as you’re well behaved, we will have no need for them.” Spy shrugged, dropping his dominant image for a moment. “The truth is, they simply came with the room.”

That got a chuckle out of you. You took a moment to once again take in the abundance of mirrors surrounding the bed. Now you could even notice the reflective surfaces mounted to the ceiling. Spy seemed to meet your eyes in the reflections at times, making you glance away with a blush.

Spy leaned down to kiss you, feeling your body shiver beneath him. His tongue slipped out to taste you, a silent request to deepen the kiss, which you allowed with the parting of your lips. You tried to return the embrace with the same passion he exuded, but your resolve was waning as your arousal grew. You were helpless to do anything but tremble with need before long.

You whined against his mouth, your desperate attempts to speak to him muffled by his lips. He was addicted to you, tasting you and savoring you like a fine wine. Your lips were so warm against his. The sweet little whimpers you let out between breaks for air. His body was heavy on yours, a comfortable pressure that made you feel safe and secure. It was a shame when he sat back up again.

“On all fours, darling. Let me see how well you present yourself,” Spy said. You looked dazed. Even so, you managed to obey quickly, flipping over and arching your back.

Spy did tend to prefer positions where he could see your face, but every so often he could appreciate the primal rush of taking you from behind, watching you try to stifle your moans in a pillow so the rest of his team wouldn’t hear. You wouldn't need to worry about that tonight though. His team wasn’t here, these rooms were soundproof, and he would be sure to hear every little noise drawn past those pretty lips of yours.

Glancing forward, Spy noticed he wouldn’t have to worry about not seeing your face after all. A perfectly placed mirror, no doubt meant for activities such as this, allowed him to see your expression so long as you kept your head up and facing forward. Right now you looked positively desperate, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, hands balled into fists that gripped at the bedsheets. You needed him badly. “I want you looking at that mirror the whole time, ma chérie, understand?”

“Yes sir!”

“Good. I want you to watch me as I take you.” You watched as he leaned over, retrieving that small bottle from the nightstand. “I want to see the beautiful expressions you make when I pleasure you.”

You watched obediently as Spy reached over to retrieve the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He poured some onto his fingers, leaving them glistening and slick. You gasped, startled when Spy slowly but suddenly pushed a single digit into you. You clenched around his finger, already desperate for more. “Feels good,” you whimpered, barely able to form a full sentence. “More, please!”

Spy met your gaze in the mirror, your pleading eyes reflected back at him. “It seems I hardly needed lube at all. You are practically dripping for me.”

Your face went crimson and you had to fight the urge to instinctively hide away in the nearest pillow. A second finger was soon added, but it seemed even Spy was growing impatient with teasing you. You heard him fiddling with the lube again, the pop of the cap followed by the slick sound of Spy stroking himself, preparing himself for you. ‘Finally,’ you thought. You were lucky you weren’t standing, as your knees would have surely buckled the moment you felt Spy’s cock pressing against your entrance.

“You have done so well for me,” Spy whispered, placing his hands on your waist before finally sliding in. His eyes fluttered closed, a look of pure bliss crossing his features, mouth falling open with a low moan. “You’ve earned this, ma petite fleur. Make sure you enjoy every moment of it.”

Oh, you most certainly would. You moved your hips back to meet his thrusts, feeling him deep as he grazed against all the right spots. This was what you needed, what you had been craving since Spy fastened that collar around your neck. One of your hands went up to it for a moment, feeling the charm dangling from the leather. You felt it between your fingers, smirking with pride at the feeling of the engraving. You were his. You were all his.

“You are perfect. So beautiful, and so good. You make me want to show you off, darling. Would you like that?” Spy asked. He held a tight grasp on your hips, pulling them against his whenever you tried to answer him, assuring that your response would come only as a half-coherent moan. Even so, you still tried.

“Yes sir! I would like that,” you gasped as another particularly hard thrust practically chased the air from your lungs.

“Perhaps I could take you like this in front of our teammates, make a proper exhibitionist out of you. Would you whine and perform like the little dog you are?” Spy chuckled, tugging slightly at your collar for emphasis. “My good little puppy. Imagine how envious they would be, knowing you’re all mine, seeing how well you take my cock. Oh merde, you’re going to make me come, darling!”

Spy’s voice broke, his composure beginning to crack. You were close too. “Please,” you begged. Your arms were shaking. You weren’t sure how much longer you would be able to hold yourself upright. “Please touch my clit! I’ve been good, I’ve been so good!”

“You have, chérie.” It was obvious that Spy was beginning to lose himself. He was doubled over, leaning more of his weight on you. “You’ve been such a good girl.”

Reaching around your waist, his fingers found that sensitive, neglected bundle of nerves. You collapsed onto your elbows, still trying to hold your head upright so that Spy could watch you as you came for him. You nearly screamed, crying out as the tension in your core finally found release. Spy was shuddering against you. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he rode out the high, trying his best not to collapse on top of you once it was over.

You were not as successful in that endeavor, falling limp the moment the aftershocks began to ebb. Your limbs felt numb, completely useless for holding you up anymore. You laid face down on the mattress, breathing in the clean cotton scent of the hotel sheets. Spy settled in next to you, rolling you over so that you could get some fresh air. You had just enough strength to hook a leg over his, your limbs becoming entwined. It wasn’t exactly a comfortable position, but the afterglow was so thick around you that it wasn’t an issue. All that mattered was being as close as possible, soothing and guiding each other through the drop.

Spy showered you with affection, his lips pressing softly against your cheeks and sometimes migrating to your lips if you were receptive to it. Between kisses he would whisper to you, sometimes praise, sometimes reassurance, and every so often an “I love you.” You whined when he suddenly moved to get up from the bed, but you were placated with promises that he would be back in just a moment.

You heard water running, and sure enough, Spy returned with a glass of cold water from the kitchenette. You sat up, taking the glass and downing it, not realizing how thirsty you had been. In the distance, you could still hear a faucet running. “I’m preparing a bath for us,” Spy explained, kissing your cheek again. “They have bubbles, and I requested your favorite soaps- vanilla, lavender, jasmine. I am partial to lavender, but whatever you choose is fine.”

He let you lean against his chest for a moment, taking the now empty glass back before you dropped it. “Thank you,” you sighed. The pressure of jacuzzi tub jets against your sore muscles sounded absolutely heavenly right now. Your eyes had drifted shut, but you opened them again when you felt something else being placed in your hands.

“There are also these, in case you need a little something to boost your energy,” Spy said, motioning towards the box he had just handed you. You untied the ribbon holding it closed with shaky hands, opening it to reveal an array of fancy chocolates. Of course Spy would go for one of the most cliché romantic gifts in the book. Not that you were complaining as you took one and popped it into your mouth, letting it melt on your tongue with a satisfied hum.

“Thank you,” you said again. Absentmindedly, you raised a hand to your throat, feeling the collar that had incited this whole night, still fastened around your neck. As much as you loathed the thought of taking it off, you didn’t want to risk ruining it with soap and water.

“Turn around,” Spy said, seemingly reading your thoughts. He began to unfasten the buckle, letting the leather fall away from your neck. “Only I can take this on and off, mon amour. Can you agree to this rule?”

“Yes sir,” you said, watching as he placed the collar back into its velvet lined box for safe keeping.

“Splendid. Also, just so you know, the charm is removable, so you can wear it discreetly, even in public.” You blushed hard at that. The idea of wearing an otherwise inconspicuous symbol of ownership felt so scandalous, and you rather liked it. Spy kissed you again, tasting a hint of chocolate on your lips. “But that will be an adventure for another day. That bath should be ready by now. Here, let me help you up, chére.” You stood up on shaky legs, leaning heavily on Spy. Carefully, he led you towards a much needed bath and some well earned rest.

[somecallmejohn]

Random thoughts on Wish

Since I generally make lots of posts about Wish, either because of something I thought or cause of an ask, I thought I’d share some random thoughts that I’ve either shared before or that I don’t feel like they deserve their own posts

It’s the first animated movie in a long time whose Greek dub I really liked just as much as the original one. Maybe it’s that I’m older or whatever, but most modern Greek dubs don’t seem to have the quality they once had where the voices just matched the characters and sometime around 2017 and onward I just stopped watching movies in Greek unless I was at the cinema and they stopped showing the subtitled version. Granted Disney movies were usually the only ones with a decent dub and some really good ones like in Luca, Moana and Coco, but still they weren’t the same as the dubs for older movies like Hercules, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Aladdin and Mulan whose dubs are so good that I can’t watch them in their original dub and with Wish I often switch from one dub to another. I’d also argue that the Greek version of “This is the thanks I get” is better (sorry Chris Pine)

Speaking of songs, I actually really like the songs in the movie(except for “You’re a star”, I don’t like that one). Granted this movie’s soundtrack isn’t one of the best ones like Encanto’s, Frozen 2’s or Hunchback’s (or literally any from the renaissance movies), but I still like it fine. This wish, this wish(reprise), Knowing What I Know Now and At All Costs are songs I like to relisten to even when I’m not watching the movie

I forking hate Valentino, he’s like if they took Olaf from Frozen 2 and multiplied him 10 times and combined them into one character and he makes way too many butt and fart jokes than there need to be in a Disney movie. If I were to ever do my own rewrite I’d delete him completely.

Id like to remind to the people who prolly weren’t paying attention to the movie (you know who you are) that Asha suggested Magnifico to return the wishes he wasn’t going to grant, she never suggested him to grant them all, she just wanted people to have a chance to make their own dreams come true and not live without the most important part of themselves, because again wishes aren’t just some piece of clothing that you can give away and never miss (despite what she said earlier in the movie because she didn’t know how big their importance was and she just lived believing the partial truth Magnifico gave to the world) but they’re literally part of one’s soul and yes they did give the wishes willingly but under the promise that they would be granted but even if there wasn’t any promise Magnifico withholding the most important part of each citizen of Rosas like he’s some hoarder doesn’t make it any more ethical either and him being (implied) traumatized still doesn’t make what he did right, especially the things he did after he for his ego bruised by a 17 year old. Also before any of his defenders reblog to argue, why don’t you tell me first about how Ariel was a selfish brat who should have paid the consequences of the deal she made and that Ursula was the real hero of The Little Mermaid because she was so kind as to give Ariel a chance to be human.

I’m 70% certain that if the movie was about 20-30 minutes longer, it would have been better as one of the issues I personally saw is that things were happening too fast and plot points felt rushed.

The 7 teens should have had more screen time considering how much they were marketed as well.

I’m fine with the fact that Amaya didn’t end up as a villain, I really like her as she is in the movie.

I think Asha and Starboy work better as a Peter Pan and Wendy type of duo rather than a (movie)Howl and Sophie where there’s an implied romance, but ultimately they’re not meant to end up together but still work great as a duo,

I lowkey wonder why Asha and the teens hang out with Gabo, he doesn’t seem like a fun person to be around with his constant pessimism tbh

I genuinely believe that despite its flaws, it’s not a bad movie

I also believe that in like a decade and a bit, that it’s gonna be looked at more fondly like Treasure Planet, Atlantis and Black Cauldron are

Bazeema and Hal’s designs are so pretty it’s a shame they didn’t have more screentime

Those are enough for now, of if I think of more I might do another one.

[destinyc1020]

In regards to Tom’s career trajectory, I recently read an interview with one of his agents James Farrell who represents Austin and John David Washington and it’s so interesting ppl talk about how bad his agent is when this same agent was able to turn around Austin’s career and make him seem more serious as an actor (critically serious not commercial like Spider-Man). His agent is all about taking the long road and waiting for quality projects as opposed to quantity.

While it’s great for JE to have a lot of projects going for him, whose to say that most of those projects are going to do well? Like I’ve seen that Ben Affleck and Ana de aromas film and despite a good cast, the film was subpar. Leo Dicaprio has done a lot of films yet the general public really only know him f from his few poignant projects, not the quantity of films that okay at best. Just like Bryan Cranston is always going to be Walter White for some because his performance was that good. Again this isn’t shade to Jacob but really fandoms in general who’s favs do less roles than their counterparts. I remember a few years ago Zendaya was casted in this film with Jake Gyllnehaal that didn’t go into play and just recently that same film was made with Jenna Ortega and it’s come out in film festivals and bombed. Not every film is gonna turn out great.

I trust Tom and Z and I know whatever project they do, they have a great team who cares about their worth and time. Yes there are actors who do a lot of roles and are great.

My fav Christopher Abbot who was in TCR(I recommend watching Sanctuary with Margaret Qualley if you have the chance cause it’s great) and now is in Poor Things. Though he had been acting for a while, it wasn’t until James white, a perfect film, where he was taken seriously from critics. Before then his was most notable as a boyfriend from Girls. He was 27 -28 when he filmed that project, similar age to Tom.

Sorry for the rant, I’m aware of fan wars but I hope to have brought a nuanced opinion to discussing young actors career. Tell me if you want the link to his agents interview. Peace and love xxx

Thanks Anon... Yea, they all 3 share the same agent lol. Funny huh? 😅

His agent is all about taking the long road and waiting for quality projects as opposed to quantity.

I didn't know that actually.... 🤔

But yea, playing the "long game" is actually not a bad thing imo. I mean, just look at Ke Huy Quan lol 😅 So, you're NEVER "too old" to do more substantial work/projects in the industry, or even win an Oscar! I think some of these fans need to take a look at some of these older actors out here. Even THEE Leo (who a lot of our faves seem to admire) was nominated at age 19 for his first Oscar, but Leo didn't even win an Oscar until he was already in his 40s!!! Soooo....why do stans of actors these days put so much pressure on their faves to win an Oscar at 25?? 🥴

I just don't get it. You have to look at the pattern and lower your expectations....

Like I’ve seen that Ben Affleck and Ana de aromas film and despite a good cast, the film was subpar.

That film was a Wattpad fanfic ROTFL 😅🤣 I couldn't believe what I was watching! No WONDER that film got scrapped for the big screen and got switched to straight to streaming lol. 😅

Leo Dicaprio has done a lot of films yet the general public really only know him f from his few poignant projects, not the quantity of films that okay at best.

Actually, I think MOST of Leo's film work has been pretty decent, which is why so many younger actors look up to him and his career. He's very calculated on what he will choose and what types of roles he will do. Even if the film he did itself wasn't a "blockbuster", they've typically been interesting, his acting is usually on point, and he puts butts in seats. 🤷🏾‍♀️

I trust Tom and Z and I know whatever project they do, they have a great team who cares about their worth and time. Yes there are actors who do a lot of roles and are great.

Exactly! At this point, I don't care what Tom and Z decide to do career-wise as long as it makes them HAPPY and feel FULFILLED. That's all that I wish for my faves... As long as they're happy and fulfilled, and feel GREAT about their work, then, I'm happy! :) 🥰

My fav Christopher Abbot who was in TCR(I recommend watching Sanctuary with Margaret Qualley if you have the chance cause it’s great) and now is in Poor Things.

Thanks for the rec! 😉👍🏾

Sorry for the rant, I’m aware of fan wars but I hope to have brought a nuanced opinion to discussing young actors career. Tell me if you want the link to his agents interview. Peace and love xxx

No worries! You know I LOVE discussing films. 😊 And yea, sure, send me the link to his interview! :)

[telemartus]

i thought @laikamaeris gif of the grey was super cool and wanted to try to make something myself!! I think Corbin would wear a jirt and jort combo :)

[americancowgirl19]

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Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, is starting to get heart eyes when looking at Steve Harrington and you’ve taken notice. Scared to lose Eddie to Steve you offer another solution - for you and Steve to share Eddie

Warnings: angst, fluff, trepidation

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader, Future Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington, Future Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington, Future Slow Burn Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 1141

A/n: This is me dabbling in Stranger Things, I’ve never seen an episode so everything I’ve learned from the characters have been through fanfiction. I have a storyline idea and I’ll continue if this goes well, if not then I’ll stick with what I know!

Masterlist - Part Two (Fucking Billy)

“You like Steve... don’t you?” You bring up randomly while hanging out with Eddie in his room. You were working on some homework while he was going to town on his D&D campaign. 

You hadn’t been able to get far in your work because this question was burning a hole in your mind. You, Steve and Eddie had gone to high school together. You and Eddie had gotten together during his last attempt at senior year, a couple of months before Chrissy’s death and that whole fiasco. 

You and Steve ended up going to the same college and Eddie followed you. College isn’t really Eddie’s thing, but his band is doing really well at the bars and parties on campus.

Since you and Steve had some classes together, he was always around, the two of you leaning on each other to get through the brutal first semester. As Steve hung around you more, he inevitable hung with Eddie as well. The two of them were growing closer, forming their own style of friendship. Only recently you wondered if it was starting to go beyond friendship.

There’s been more than one instance where you and Steve are working together, and you’ve caught Steve staring at your boyfriend. The same has happened with Eddie. The staring and the flirting that they didn’t realize they did with each other were beginning to add up.

Despite Eddie’s attention turning on Steve he wasn’t being any less loving or attentive to you either; his attention was just slightly more divided now. Still, with Eddie growing more affectionate towards Steve you couldn’t help but to become nervous.

You saw this happen with your previous relationship. Everything was going great until someone else caught their eye and BAM they were gone. It was an ugly breakup that took you a long time to recover from. You didn’t think you’d have to worry about this happening with Eddie, he isn’t the type to cheat on you and you don’t think he will either. You’re just not a hundred percent sure that he’s going to stay with you if he finds better qualities in Steve.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asks, his eyes remaining downcast. It didn’t matter what he said after that, you had your answer. Before his infatuation with Steve, he would have jumped up and denied it. He would have made you laugh, give you a million kisses until the thoughts disappeared. 

Eddie Munson like liked Steve Harrington.

“Oh, come on, Eddie,” You sighed, pushing your things to the side. “You know exactly what I’m talking about,” You state, calling him out as you climb off the bed. Only then does his head turn towards you and the truth in his eyes only solidifies your theories. “You like Steve. Like you like like him,”

“I love you,” Eddie stresses, standing up from his chair across the room.

“I don’t doubt that” You whisper, hugging yourself. “But for how long?” You wonder, a sad smile crossing your lips.

“What do you mean how long?” Eddie asks. “You’re my girl,” He states as if that clears everything up.

“How long until you grow bored of me? We’ve been together for a while now, Eddie. I guess I should be glad your eye hasn’t wondered off before but now that it is I can’t help but to think how much longer I’m going to be in the picture,” You confess, feeling your anxiety growing. You begin to pace slowly, your hands scratching your arms.

Steve and Eddie are the only friends you have on campus. If Eddie leaves you for Steve, then how can you hang out with them? You’ll lose them both in a snap of your fingers and you’ll be all alone. This college bullshit is hard enough, you didn’t think you could make it through the classes without their support.

“Be in the picture?” Eddie asks, slowly approaching you as if he were approaching a wild animal. “Sweetheart, you are the picture. You’re the sun I orbit around, the muse to my music, the Arwen to my Aragorn,” Eddie lists, coming closer with each phrase until he’s right in front of you.

You force yourself to stand still. He gently takes your hands from your arms and holds them firmly within his own. He guides your hands to his mouth where he places gentle kisses on your knuckles before wrapping them around his neck. Your fingers thread through his long, wavy hair while he grips your hips and holds you close.

“How could I grow bored of the only woman who actually saw me when I was nobody? When I am a nobody?”

“Baby, you’re not nobody-”

“Shh, I’m wooing right now,” Eddie whispers, kissing your cheek. You felt your cheeks warm, but you don’t say anything else as he continues. “I have been... flirting with Steve and I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable,”

“I just don’t want you to leave me,” You mutter softly. Eddie bumps his nose against yours.

“That’s blasphemous,” Eddie teases. “Honey, I’d marry you in a heartbeat if you’d let me but no, we have to wait until after you graduate,” Eddie rolls his eyes.

Eddie would have married your while the two of you were in senior year, only a couple of months after being together. He was positive you were the light of his life, the reason for his existence. He’s been obsessed with you since day one when you showed up to one of his gigs; he couldn’t keep his eyes off you that night... nor his hands...

“But you like Steve...” You bring up again. Eddie sighs slowly not denying it. You give him a soft smile, moving one hand from around his neck to press against his chest. “You just have too much love to give, Eddie Munson. Is that it?”

“Exactly, sweetheart,” Eddie says softly, being careful not to say the wrong thing.

“If I have to share you, then so be it...” You decide. “As long as there’s room for me left,”

“You really mean that?” Eddie asks, slowly lightening up.

“If he’s fine with me keeping you... then I’ll share,” You reassure him. A grin splits across his face. He whoops loudly, wrapping you in his arms and spinning you around.

“Baby, you have nothing to worry about. You’re never getting rid of me,” Eddie winks at you before planting a deep, passionate kiss on your lips that makes you go dizzy. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” Eddie mutters in between kisses causing you to laugh and hold onto him.

As relieved as you felt to realize Eddie wasn’t leaving you, you couldn’t help but feel trepidatious about Steve. Did you willingly let Eddie pursue the man that will lead to your breakup? Or is this what Eddie really needs, the two of you?

[presidential--suite]

✨ Top Five Treys ✨  

#3: South Park: Free Hat & South Park 5th Anniversary (2002)

(Series with @a-magical-evening 💖)

This isn’t cheating because it’s the same day!! 👀 Plus the Free Hat episode clip wouldn’t fill a set, that was literally it unfortunately.

So my number 3 is both of these shoots because they made them at the same time in 2002...Also sorry the Wild Parties ones suck quality wise, this was the only vid and it’s so old and crappy. :( Still fun enough to GIF though so I’m keeping them!

Anyway, this was probably the first time I ever saw Trey physically? I’d only heard him speak for years, so I think this was the first time I put a face to his voice. This was a good bit; I love them coming in to say they’re “pulling a George Lucas” and making everything better. (I’ve actually always liked new star wars so...awkward.) ‘New, new is better!’

Could you fucking imagine if they did shit like this more?? I know they’re against inserting themselves, but I’d die if they ever popped up in an episode again.

So for the Wild Parties part, I fucking loved them dancing. They’re such white dads omg, look at them move. Also is Trey barefoot?? They’re just boppin’ around! 😍😍

“We’re doing whip its!!”

Trey taking the shot with no hands, and both of them mixing drinks in each other mouths (plus Matt taking his shirt off??) is so...

“Great stuff Jay!”, “We’Ll bRinG tHE partY to YoU!”, plus this GIF, are Trey’s crackhead moments-

“You guys wouldn’t know what to do [with the Playboy playmates]” “I guess that’s true!” “Yeah!!” 👀👀👀

Ugh, this bit was so dumb but I loved it. I love the continuing concept of them being the only ones who want to hang out with each other. It’s like they’re on a little drunk playdate 💖💖

I chose this one because this used to be my favorite looks of Trey’s before I was really into them. I love his hair in this period; this day and the forty deuce premiere he’s so beautiful 🥵 It’s longer like his ’98 blonde, with his bangs, but it’s his natural hair color. He never grew it out long like his again :( Hate his stupid Larry Elder pants, mostly because I despise Larry Elder and his shit politics, but fuck he’s so pretty!!! I’d put this higher if my top two weren’t so fucking good, because I adore him here. Besides M&T being so cute together at their party, I mostly like it because I think Trey looks fucking great lmao 💖

[elena-reina]

I Deserve Better Part 2 - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Part 2 of I deserve better (Draco Malfoy)? I could imagine him, although quite out of character, to prove himself by kissing the reader in the middle of the great hall where everyone can see them and proving that he isn’t embarrassed - Anon

Warnings: angsty angst, fluffy fluff

Part 1

While you pushed the food around your plate with your fork, your head rested in your hand. Gina kept an eye on you as you shifted your carrots from one side of the dish to the other, waiting for the right moment to speak up. You had told her the gist of what happened between you and Draco. Well, not all of it because you liked to keep most matters private, but she knew that you had broken up with him due to his lack of integrity and affection. Draco was never Gina's favorite, and most people weren't either, but she accepted him since he had to have some redeeming qualities to even have a chance with you. 

With a sigh, you place your fork down and stared blankly at the wooden table that had suddenly captured your attention. You were sitting at a cafe in Hogsmeade. It has only been a couple days. A couple of long, miserable days. You've been avoiding Draco, so you don't know how he's been doing, but he hasn't made any attempt to come see you either.

“Go on and eat your food. How did he handle it? Did he seem bothered at all?” Gina ushered, taking a sip of her latte. You reluctantly took a bite before wiping the crumbs away from the corners of your mouth.

“I want to say he took it poorly, but it seems like he only cared about himself and his reputation, as usual,” you frowned, “I was just tired of living in his shadow. I want to be shown off and not constantly feel like I’m last on his list, but I can’t help but sometimes think that maybe I’ve made a mistake..”

Gina choked on her sip and put down her cup, looking at you like you were crazy.

“A mistake? Y/N, what on Merlin are you talking about? He was not treating you how you deserved to be treated and you honestly went way below your standards giving him a chance with you after all.”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t like him. I’m just saying that maybe if I had just bit my tongue and-”

He took a stride closer to you and held onto the side of your arms. He was hurting on the inside. “Y/N, you don’t mean that. You know I love you.”

“-If I had just bit my tongue and given him more time, we would still be together. What if I’m overreacting?”

Gina placed her hand on top of yours, giving you a soft squeeze. “Y/N, sweetie, listen to me. This,” she motioned with her other free hand up and down, “is your heartbreak speaking. Let’s remember why you did what you did, okay?” 

“Has he taken you out on a date in the last, I don't know, two weeks?”

You shook your head.

“In the last month?” 

You shook your head once again, frowning. The last time you two went on a date, you were almost caught by someone and from then, he never asked you out on a date since.

“Okay, is he mindful of your emotions and how you’re feeling?”

You beamed your head up, sitting straighter in your chair, nodding. “I would say he does-”

“Ah, let me rephrase that, does he take your feelings into consideration when pressuring you to stay hidden behind him when it's not all just for his own benefit?"

You sunk back down into your chair, remaining quiet. Gina took your silence as an answer. You bit the inside of your cheek, reflecting on your relationship with him. 

“And most importantly, Y/N, can you confidently say he would even remember your anniversary date given that everything has been so secretive?”

“No, I don’t think so,” you whispered. You wanted to say yes, but you were doubting everything in your relationship at this point. Was any of it real? Your eyes were stinging with emotion, but you were tired of crying. You didn’t have any energy left to exert. 

“Sweetie, these are a few of the bare minimums that are expected in a relationship. I'm not sure what you could possible miss if he prioritizes his reputation over your guys' relationship.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you muttered. Your feelings for him are not going to disappear just like that. No one knows the soft side of him like you do, and that’s what keeps you holding on. Of course, his harsh exterior would make anyone stray far from him, but it’s the inside and kind side of him that brings you back. You couldn’t expect anyone else to understand.

“I know you love him, but you need to remember that you come first and until he treats you like his priority, then-”

“Y/N.”

Gina's speech was cut short by the voice you'd been hoping to hear days ago. Your gaze slowly followed up his body and settled on his face as both of your heads pivoted. Gina looked at him with a disgusted grimace, while you were motionless. Your demeanor, on the other hand, was clearly despondent.

“Y/N, let’s go,” Gina urged, standing up to reach for your hand to pull you away. You slowly put your hand in hers.

Draco ignored her and focused on you. “Can we talk?”

“I don’t see what else there is to talk about you prick,” Gina answered for you, glaring at him.

He was becoming visibly irritated but you knew he was doing his best to keep his composure. You could see the tightening in his jaw and deepening of his voice that only does when he gets frustrated. 

Huffing through his nose, he spoke again to you. “Will you give me a couple minutes?”

Gina scoffed. “You seem like the type to only need a couple minutes.”

You closed your eyes for a brief moment trying to stifle your laugh.

Draco’s had enough of her remarks. “Listen here you filthy little-”

“Gina, I’ll meet you outside. I’m fine,” you cut off Draco, giving her a small smile. She rolled her eyes and glared at Draco, before looking back at you.

“Remember what I said. I’ll be waiting right outside that door,” she assured, before brushing up roughly against Draco’s shoulder. He scowled at her before taking the chair she sat in, right across from you.

“I really hate that bloody git, I swear I’ll make her life a living-” He began rambling before looking into your eyes and getting back on topic, “Sorry. Y/N, can you tell me what’s going on with you?”

Your crossed your leg over the other and folded your arms over your chest, leaning back in your chair. 

Did he really just ask that? 

“I thought I made myself pretty clear the last time we spoke Draco. I deserve someone who will not be ashamed of me because of what others expect, and you deserve someone who will be able to live up to your expectations. Clearly I’m not the girl who can fill those shoes for you,” you said. 

He scoffed, leaning forward, trying to get a good look at you. Draco wanted to know where all this was coming from. The only thing he knows is that one night you two fell asleep cuddled up and the next thing you were breaking up with him. 

“Are you insane?”

“Am I insane?”

“No, I’m sorry that’s not what I meant. I just want to know what happened that night, everything was so all of a sudden. Did you have a nightmare and confuse it with reality?"

You turned your head, avoiding eye contact with him. “You’re not listening to me and I don’t know how much more clear I can be. I don’t matter to you, find someone who does. Plain and simple.”

“You do matter to me, I try my best to show you every time we’re together,” he scoffed.

“How?”

He groaned rolling his eyes and resting his temple against his fingers with his elbow on the table.”I don’t want to go back and forth with you.”

“I'm just asking you how you show me I matter to you. When’s the last time you asked me on a date?”

“We were just at the library a week ago,” he scoffed, looking at you dumbfounded.

“First of all, that wasn’t a date! We were studying. Second, that was three weeks ago,” you responded. Just because the two of you hung out together that one time does not mean it was a date. Hell, if that’s his definition of a date, then you must be dating all of your friends at this point. 

“Y/N, my point is, I care about you deeply.”

“Are you embarrassed of me?”

“What? No, you sound ridiculous.”

“Intimidated?”

He let out a low chuckle, “Absolutely not.”

“Okay then, since you have no problem with me, I guess you’ll have no problem with me doing this,” you stood up, cupping your hands around your mouth.

His straightened himself, cautious about whatever you’re about to do. “Y/N, doing what..” he trailed off, eyeing you.

“ATTENTION EVERYBODY!”

“Y/N, what’re you doing. Sit down!” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. A few people turned their heads to pay attention, others not so much. Either way, you were about to cause a scene and Draco was not having any of it. 

“I JUST WANTED TO ANNOUNCE THAT DRACO AND I HAVE BEEN DATMMPH-”

Draco rushed onto his feet and threw himself at you, pushing the palm of his hand against your mouth. His chest was heaving up and down from adrenaline and frantically looking around. Just him grabbing you this close was enough to cause suspicion throughout the cafe. He hated all the wandering eyes on him.

He lowered his hand and grabbed your arm, pushing you through the cafe and through the doors to the outside, to the side of the building out of the way from others. He roughly let go of you when you snatched your arm back.

You had tears threatening to run down your cheeks. He just proved exactly what you were talking about.

“You’re stepping way out of line Y/N, what is bloody wrong with you! Have you lost your mind!?” he shouted at you, not caring how loud he was. He was fuming, not only from embarrassment, but from anger.

“Woah woah woah! Who do you think you are talking to her like that!?” Gina spoke coming from around the corner, overhearing his loud outburst. Draco didn't say anything to her and instead kept a hard glare on you. You peeked from behind Draco, looking at her, sniffling.

“Gina, please. I’ll meet you at Hogwarts.”

She huffed and nodded. She turned around, making her way back towards the Main Street.

“We’re just going to be going in circles at this point. I can’t let my reputation falter and you knew this the moment before we agreed to get in a relationship. That blasphemous stunt you just pulled in there.. I don’t know why you’re acting like this was new all of a sudden, you agreed there would be no hard feelings,” he snapped trying to comprehend what just happened, or could have happened. 

You threw ran your hand through your hair, letting your emotions run free. You felt pathetic. You should have just gotten up with Gina and left him in that cafe alone. Seeing you like this broke his heart, but you guys were outside. There was only so much he would do.

“Answer me,” he scowled.

“I don’t know, Draco. I don’t have an answer for you anymore. I just want to feel loved and appreciated by my boyfriend. I want you to be proud of our relationship.”

“Y/N, I am,” he groaned, exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“No, I want someone who is going to be proud of me and not afraid to show me off. I know I agreed to whatever conditions we had in the beginning, but it’s not enough anymore. I can’t do it and this is torture that you’re having me go through this again days later from our last talk.”

He leaned forward pulling you into an embrace. Knowing he was the reasoning behind your pain killed Draco inside. Half of you wanted to push him away, but the other half wanted to stay in his arms forever. You hands slowly snaked around his waist as you silently cried into his chest. His grip tightened around you, comforting you. This is the man whom you’ve grown to love. 

But at the end of the day, where are we? We’re hidden in the corner where no one can see the two of you.

“So this is it then?” he said, his voice softening. His hard demeanor was no longer cascading over him. He sounded defeated.

“I guess so,” you whispered. You wished he would have just said fuck everything and given it all up to be with you. However, that would be too good to be true.

You pulled away, wiping your nose with your sleeve. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, unable to look you in the eyes this time.

“Can I just ask you one more thing?” you muttered, looking up.

He nodded his head.

“Do you know when our anniversary date is?”

His face remained expressionless, you couldn’t make out how he was feeling. That was enough of an answer for you. You nodded your head one last time and walked past him, not bothering to look back.

Gina was right.

~*~

“C’mon hun, let’s get up. You have to eat and go to the rest of your classes. You barely lifted a fork this morning during breakfast,” Gina cooed, brushing your hair down with her hand. She sat on the end of your bed, next to you.

You kept your face buried in your pillow, allowing yourself to wallow in misery. You knew this feeling will eventually pass, but for right now all you can feel is pain. 

Mentally. 

Emotionally. 

Physically too at this point.

“Mm 'ot fmibing it,” you mumbled into your pillow.

“Gotta speak up, I don’t speak gibberish,” she smiled trying to lighten the mood.

You turned your head, so that you were facing her. Your cheeks were stained with tears, your nose and eyes were red and puffy from crying all night, and you had some stray hairs flat against your face and others in a mess on the top of your head. You didn’t care for how you looked because you felt like crap. 

“I’m not feeling it,” you whispered, your voice feeling hoarse and raw. 

“Sweetie, you need to eat. Put some energy in that stomach of yours and wake up.”

“I’m not hungry,” you frowned, closing your eyes. You were all out of tears, if that was even possible. All you feel now is hollow. The moment you got back to Hogwarts, you went straight to your Y/H room and cried yourself to sleep. In the morning, you skipped breakfast, well, moreso slept through it and your morning classes. It’s not like you were missing anything significant.

Gina sighed through her nose. She was trying to get you out of bed. “You also need to get to class, we have important material to learn today in Transfigurations.”

“It’s just one day. Leave me be.”

“Y/N, It’s been four days,” Gina frowned, “Today was the first time I was able to even get you out of bed to sit down at the breakfast table.” 

Your eyes shot open. No way. 

Slowly sitting up, you looked around. “Has it really?”

She nodded. You knew you’ve been crying yourself to sleep, but you didn’t know about how many days had passed. It felt like just one long day honestly. Depression can do that.

Sighing, you laid back down, this time on your back, staring straight up.

“I don’t want to run into Draco,” you mumbled. You’re sure he’s doing just fine. You don’t think you can bare it, at least not right now. You’re too vulnerable.

Gina bit her lip. “You won’t, I haven’t even seen him these past couple of days.”

“You know, he couldn’t even tell me when our anniversary was?” you scoffed, “And let me tell you, it’s an easy date.”

“Y/N,” she warned. She’s been trying to clear your mind of Draco, but you couldn’t help it. Your feelings are still fresh.

“I know, I know,” you huffed, sitting up indefinitely this time and swinging your legs over your bed to the floor to begin getting ready again. 

“Okay, great. I’ll meet you at the Grand Hall, mkay?” she smiled. You nodded, forcing a smile as she made her way out of your room. 

You fixed your robes and brushed through your knotted hair, trying to make yourself look in the least bit presentable to the public eye. 

You slowly walked through the corridors, taking your time with each step. Despite not really eating for a few days, you weren’t all that hungry. However, you knew that there was no way Gina was going to let you stay in the bed any longer. You knew you were pushing it this long.

Eventually, you came face to face with the Grand Hall and pushed the doors open. A few people turned to look at you, but went back to their day. You noticed Gina sitting at the Y/H table and you made you way over to her. 

However, half way your eyes trailed over to the platinum blonde head that stood up clapping. Very loudly might you add.

Now see this was exactly what you were afraid of. You didn't have the energy to see Draco just yet.

At first you thought he was taunting you, a classic Draco move, but you soon came to find out it wasn’t like that at all.

“Y/N!” he shouted, and began walking to you from across the room.

You hadn’t even made it to your seat, let alone halfway through the hall before all eyes fell upon you. The chattering came down to a quiet murmur, with the clinking of silverware on plates being heard every now and then. You gave a weak smile to those around you, but returned to your stone face when gazing back at Draco.

Finally, Draco stood right in front of you, gazing down on you with his usual handsome smirk.

“Look, Draco. Can you just leave me alone? I don’t have the energy to put up with this anymore,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. 

“May I have everybody's attention!” he shouted, ignoring you.

“Draco..,” you whispered, “what are you doing?” 

This time you were the one who felt shy and embarrassed.

Instead of answering you, he placed both of his hands around your waist in one quick swift movement and dipped you without any warning. You gasped, throwing your hands up in the air and around his neck for support before he crashed his lips onto yours. He slowly, but hungrily molded his lips with yours giving you a long deserved passionate kiss.

A million emotions were running through your head all at once, you didn’t know what to comprehend first: the fact that you’re kissing Draco right now or that you were in front of the entire school.

The Hall filled with various sounds of either clapping, whistling, booing, and so forth. He slowly brought you back up after disconnecting your lips and kept his hands resting on your waist.

Your face was warm as you both had flushed cheeks, maybe moreso yours, as you turned your head slightly to get a good look around you. Gina was grinning, with her arms folded across her chest.

She knew of Draco’s plan and while of course she despised him, she valued your happiness over everything. And if Draco was the one who was going to bring you back to normal, then so be it.

You turned back to Draco.

“Can we go somewhere private?” you whispered, feeling very shy in that moment.

Smirking, he tiled his head. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed of me now?”

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you shook your head.

“Intimidated? he teased, continuing. 

You grabbed onto his hand quickly before pulling him out of the Grand Hall, away from everyone, and to an empty corridor. Once alone, you turned to face him.

“Draco-”

“I’m sorry,” he rushed, “I’m sorry for everything. I don’t know why it didn’t click in my head sooner, but I need you. I can’t stand not being able to have you by my side and knowing that if anything were to happen to you, it would be all my fault because I’m not there with you. You deserve nothing but the best and I’m so sorry it took me this long to realize it. I hated being the reason behind your tears and pain. I know we don’t hang out as often as you would like, but this past week of being away from you felt different. It felt worse than all the other times, like I was missing my other half and I couldn't be whole again. I didn’t have you to come back to and hold in my arms and tell you how much I love you. I love being able to call you mine and I guess me keeping you a secret was my own selfish way of being able to still keep control in my life, but it’s not fair to you. I was never embarrassed or intimidated by you, I was honestly afraid that people would start to treat you differently if they knew you were my girlfriend, it wasn’t just my reputation but yours too, however I don’t care anymore. And for the record, I could never forget our anniversary. It’s on Valentines Day, my love. The one day I made the best decision of my life asking you to officially be mine. I’m proud to say you are all mine and no one else’s, if you’ll still let me that is.” 

Tears pricked in your eyes. He placed his warm hands on either side of your cheeks, and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. You nodded profusely, gripping his green tie and pulling him closer to you to reconnect your lips. 

“I never want to be apart from you again,” he mumbled into your lips.

Sniffling, you pulled away gazing into his eyes lovingly. “Never again, Draco.”

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anon asked:

hi there, ur blog theme is hella pretty🥺💕! was wondering if i could request how will xiao react when he stumbled upon his s/o bandaging their wounds they've gotten from a commission (the injuries are serious but not too serious to endanger them). the two then starts to argue until xiao confessed he's scared to lose them- sorry if its too specific aksjs but have a great day !!!

SNDNJD THANK YOU :,,,DDD

also dw dw it’s fine lmao

【ｘｉａｏ】

he finds his s/o bandaging their wounds and gets into a fight with them until he confesses he’s scared of losing them

warnings ; injuries, arguing, shouting, angst

- Archons, that was a long commission. Those mitachurls were far too persistent for how they normally were. You managed to finish up the commission, but not unscathed. You were covered head to toe in all sorts of bruises and cuts. Some particularly large ones were on your leg, and your upper arm.

- Luckily most bleeding had stopped, so you weren’t in any danger, and nothing opened up if you walked. It was a bit painful to get back to Wangshu Inn, but you’d manage.

- Xiao wasn't due to return for a while, so you should be able to deal with your injuries before he gets back. You don’t want to worry Xiao too much since he already deals with so much. Needing to worry about you is the last thing you want for him.

- You take the elevator up to the top of the Inn and climb up to the attic where you and Xiao share a living space. Xiao has a hammock sort of bed that’s hung from the support beams on the ceiling, while you sleep on a mattress on the floor. You’re roommates of sorts. 

- You find the crate filled with bandages and other sorts of first-aid items. You unfortunately can’t do too much for your bruises other than put some cryo slime packs on it. You clean the rest of your injuries, wiping off any caked blood and dirt after pretty much drowning them in some saline water. (You made it yourself with the handy old alchemy table in Liyue)

- After sticking some funky sort of gauze you got from Bubu pharmacy, you bandage up your wounds. You’re sort of a seasoned veteran at it since you’re often ending up with all sorts of scratches and cuts.

- Right as you were about to finish bandaging one of the last major cuts you had, you suddenly hear rustling from behind you. 

- "Xiao?" 

- You twist around from your place on the floor and find the adeptus standing behind you in silence. The fear in his eyes when scanning your wounds is enough to make your heart wrench. He almost instantly drops down to a crouch and firmly grabs your arm, analyzing the cut.

- "Dammit, you’re badly injured." 

- Xiao suddenly snaps, his voice still quiet but with almost a growling quality to it 

- "Xiao, I’m alright. This isn’t the first time I’ve been hurt." 

- "Yes, but you mortals are fragile!" Xiao begins to raise his voice at you. 

- "You never know when an injury could be your end!" He harshly shoves your arm back against your body. The sudden force against your battered arm makes you wince in pain, accidentally making you let out a pained noise. Xiao flinches at the sound, instantly becoming more emotionally charged.

- "Leave it to me to do the fighting! It’s my only damn purpose." He hisses, seething with self-hatred and fear. 

- You curl into yourself out of fear. You know Xiao wouldn’t hurt you, but he’s still terrifying when angry. 

- "You mortals are so damn delicate. I’ve seen so much bloodshed of beings far more powerful than you. If they can die, so can you, just like that!" Xiao’s fists are bunched at his side, eyes welling with tears. You had only seen him cry once before, and when he spotted you, he instantly disappeared. Like a fleeting memory. 

- "Xiao, I’m alive, aren’t I?" You say quietly, reaching out your hand to hold his. 

- He grabs it and brings it up to his chest. Tears are falling from his golden eyes. "You are, but I’ve seen so much death that I don’t want to lose you to!” He instantly stops in his tracks and his eyes widen. He didn’t mean to say that, but it was already out in the open now. With a growl, he aggressively wipes his tearful eyes with his wrist.

- Without a word, you pull him into a hug. Xiao stiffens up initially, but simply lets himself go. Tears don’t stop streaming from his eyes in a cluster of buried emotions. Everything that he had buried deep down was just surfacing again. But this time he wasn’t alone.

- “I’m not going anywhere, Xiao. I’m right here.” You hug him close and mutter to him softly.

- Please just hold him there for a while. The poor guy needs therapy.

[eliza1911o1]

With how many poignant scenes there are in s1 all I can say is just there’s so much quality content for parallels in s2

Olu wanting to learn about Jim? Jim wanting to know more about Olu

Ed gives up everything for Stede? Stede gives up everything for Ed (more on this in another post but I don’t know how to link it lol)

Ed initiating the first kiss? Stede initiates the second and resolves Ed’s heartbreak

With how sweet the first kiss was let this one be anger-filled and forceful and right in the midst of whatever hate/love thing they’ve been set up for

Stede duels for Ed (which is vaguely the situation)? Ed duels in Stede’s name

Ed breaks down in front of Stede? Stede breaks down in front of Ed

I need an equivalent scene to /that/ bathtub scene but Stede is the hurt one now and they could easily make it about his guilt from the accidental murders and constant bullying from the past and I really think Stede will just be pushed so much by Ed (from Ed being defensively cruel) that this will happen

Stede getting stabbed in the right side after learning from Ed? Stede getting stabbed in the left side :)

I really don’t think they’ll have Stede stabbed again since they already did it s1, but if it does come back I think it’ll be much more dangerous and Stede will purposefully put himself in danger and Ed will freak out

Stede has visions from his guilt? Ed has hallucinations made from his guilt

And please make it Lucius who is still alive and hanging around while managing to survive because Blackbeard is lowkey going crazy due to heartbreak and can’t tell a real person isn’t a ghost and that all the sassy guidance he’s getting isn’t learnings from his regret it’s just a pissed Lucius trying to get these idiots together and sane again I love this so much

Stede’s past comes back to haunt him? Ed’s past comes back to haunt him

I think this is a really cool idea overall because it’s a great way to show more of the background and emotion of his past we only got glimpses of s1 and would give him a good foil/antagonist cause I don’t think they’ll use the British navy again and I want pirate x pirate violence

“You came back?” “Never left” has the most soulmate energy I’ve ever seen and let them be reversed roles (Ed says it to Stede) or the more painful “I came back” “But you left”

Either version I believe will have me sobbing so I’m more just curious which way they’ll go since I think it has a high chance of happening

Ed waits lovingly for Stede to wake after a nearly fatal wound? Stede waits anxiously for Ed to wake up after a fatal wound

This might possibly be my favorite idea because though I think Stede getting hurt is more satisfying (not in a weird way I just like how much Ed would freak out and care for him and how weak Stede would act) the effect this would have if this happens just as they’re making up or still on edge around each other would be amazingggg. Equal parts good if Ed wakes up all soft and we get the reverse “you came back” “I never left” (props to whoever came up with this idea cause I can’t remember you but your words live in the vip area of my mind rent free) OR Stede leaves before making sure he’s okay and Ed is left to find out later he took care of him that whole time

[qyllenhaal]

Muse

Pairing: Artist!Steve x Reader

Summary: Steve’s an artist, and you’re secretly his muse. 3rd POV. WC: 3.5k

Warnings: smut (18+ only, MDNI), oral (f receiving), unprotected sex. Fluff. Friends to lover.

Steve knew it was a risk to quit his job and focus full-time on being an artist. His boss laughed in his face when he turned in his letter of resignation and asked Steve how much he thought his "little paintings" were going to make him. Steve didn't just face this scrutiny from his boss, but his friends too albeit not as harsh. Many of the people in his life didn't understand his passion for something that might leave him struggling, but Y/n was always there encouraging him.

"You may struggle for a little bit, but I think it's great Steve! Only one day into your new life as an artist and you already seem happier!"

Steve has known Y/n for almost a decade. They met under odd circumstances that some would consider a meet cute. She's still so sweet and bubbly just like she was the day he met her. It wasn't hard for him to fall head-over-heels for her. She always has a kind word and an open ear even during times of distress.

Sometimes he blushes when she gives him a compliment. She claims to not know anything about art, but every time he shows her something new she always has something stark to say that sticks with him. Maybe it's because it's coming from her.

His time spent alone in his studio is sacred. He converted a room in his apartment into a makeshift studio and he finds so much solace in those four walls. He has wanted to dabble in painting live subjects, maybe even a nude model or too, but he found himself getting real shy about it. He'd love to have someone to pose and to capture the way the light perfectly hits their face. That someone he imagined was often Y/n.

He was shocked when she allowed him to make her his subject. It started with him asking to paint a few photos of her she had lying around for "practice." Y/n was more than happy to help her friend Steve, only under the condition that he show her the final product. Steve found no problem in showing off the pastoral setting paintings he created, but it was much more harder to show off paintings of the person he thinks is the most beautiful person in the world.

Just like he couldn't muster up the confidence to ask anyone else to be his model, Steve could never ask Y/n to model for him in person. He found himself becoming too shy whenever the question was on the tip of his tongue. It would be much better if he were here in person with him, but he opted for photos of her clipped to his easel for reference. He'd finish a painting in one day and send her a photo via text of the finished product.

“I really look like that? It's amazing Steve!”

But eventually he ran out of photos. He tried to reuse some old ways and paint in a different style, or play with the colors, but it was beginning to become stale. Steve needed something new, but he didn't want to let go of Y/n as his subject.

"So you need new pictures?"

"Yeah — it's fine if you don't have any more," he tries to play it off as if he doesn't have 10 canvases in his studio of paintings of her that he hasn't shown her.

"We could take some more. Do you still have that digital camera you got a few Christmas' ago?"

"No. I think it got lost when I moved."

"Oh. Well I think Sam has a camera we can borrow. It's one of those fancy ones, right?"

Steve agreed to ask Sam to borrow his camera, but he honestly wishes that he had just bought his own. The amount of teasing he had to endure when he explained to Sam exactly why he needed the camera made his skin heat up. He couldn't stop his cheeks from becoming rosy when Sam asked when is he finally going to tell Y/n how he feels about her. Steve doesn't want to ruin what they have just in case Y/n rejects him. He'd much rather wallow in his school boy crush than put a strain on their friendship.

"How do you want me to pose?"

Y/n sat on the lone couch in Steve's studio room. It wasn't the best quality but it was still useful.

The curtains were drawn to shield the sun that was nearly set. The lighting in the room was dim save for the soft light coming from a small lamp pointed at her. It casted a warm, yellowish light onto her skin. She wore a white dress and kicked her shoes off at the front door.

"Whatever comes natural to you," his voice is weak as he responds. The atmosphere of the room is slightly romantic and he can't shake his nerves. Everything feels extremely intimate.

Y/n is almost as nervous as Steve. She's never modeled for someone and it feels a little bit awkward. She's always comfortable around Steve, but she can't help but get a little nervous when she sees Steve with the camera in his hands.

"You look perfect like that," he compliments the half-asses pose she's doing before snapping the first photo. He looks at the preview before the camera's screen could go dark.

"Let me see." He shows her and she just nods her head, "let me adjust myself," she whispers.

Y/n unbuttons the first two buttons of her dress, exposing more of her chest that only gives a glimpse of her breast. Steve pretended to not notice it as he took another picture of her. Once again Y/n asked to see the photo and looked a little more satisfied with it this time.

"Do you think that I could — nevermind."

"What is it Y/n?" He asks with a soft laugh that makes her want to melt.

"Do you think I could unbutton my dress all the way?" Her voice faltered as she asked. She watched Steve's reaction intently. She hopes the question doesn't make him uncomfortable. "It's just that I was looking up some ideas online so I could prepare and I saw this really pretty picture of this model and she was semi-nude but it was really pretty so I wanted to ask if we could try it," she explained; or perhaps over-explained.

Steve was completely dumbfounded. If Y/n couldn't see it in his dropped jaw, then she can see it in the way he just freezes.

"It's okay if that's too much."

"No! No, it's okay."

Y/n gave him a half smile before she began to unbutton the front of her dress. Steve tried to look away, but how could he not? The more she revealed herself, the easier it was for him to see the swell of her breast. Her skin looks so soft and he feels compelled to reach out and caress her bare skin. But he keeps his hands to himself.

"Is this too much?" The puffy sleeves of her dress were off of her shoulder and her dress was all the way open until the middle of her stomach. It's a lot for him to handle, but he feels blessed to see such a sight.

"No. It's perfect. You're perfect."

Y/n's skin heats up despite the room being cold. She was starting to get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a bad one or an uncomfortable feeling, but it was something she wasn't used to.

Now she's half-naked and posing on his couch. The first few photos he took of her like this were awkward as they both had to adjust to Y/n being half-naked.

Steve couldn't ignore the way the cold air made her nipples hard and breast tender. Steve was supposed to be on his best behavior, but he is seconds away from making a stupid mistake with his best friend.

Y/n arches her back which makes her breast jut out at him. Steve pauses to pray that he doesn't get a hard on. He feels a bit like a scumbag for even having this dilemma. It's just his best friend's half-naked body — that looks so soft and tender.

He forced himself to steel his resolve and hurry up and finish the task at hand. He began to treat her more like a model instead of the best friend he has a crush on.

"Try this," he suggests to her to move her body in a different way, which she does, but it's not quite what he wants. He was hesitant to get his hands on her, but he went for it anyway, "a little more like this."

In the process of moving her body, his hand brushed against her nipple. Y/n involuntarily let out a moan which made both of them pause. They looked at each other before Y/n let out a nervous laugh to try to play it off.

"Sorry," Steve apologizes.

"It's okay."

He glosses over what just happened and goes back to moving her body to her liking. He can't get over how good she feels underneath him. The truth is that he was taking his time to be able to have this experience for much longer. He may never have this kind of closeness with her again and he just can't quite let go.

Y/n watches his face as his hands touch her body. He looks so handsome under this lighting and Y/n wonders if she's always felt this way about Steve. For some reason she feels lust swirling inside of her. She hopes she isn't making a mistake when she leans forward and kisses him. Steve freezes under her kiss, stunned by reality, but he lets it happen. Her lips feel so soft against his, just like he always imagined.

She pulls away and places her forehead against his. Steve still has his eyes closed, lost in the dream that is Y/n's closeness.

"You can open your eyes now," she teases him. He obeys her and laughs along with her.

"I've wanted this for so long," he admits.

The revelation is shocking to her. She had no idea he felt this way about her, but now she wonders how much she's been oblivious to.

"Do you want this, Y/n? The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable."

"No, no — I want this Steve. I wanna feel you touching me," her voice became somewhat whiny as desire fueled her.

With her blessing, Steve did not hold back. He kissed her hard, the way he imagined he would always kiss her. Imagine the way his heart nearly stopped when Y/n kissed him back with the same amount of fervor and want. Her hand came up and rested against the stubble on his cheek. They wish they could say their kiss was delicate, but it was not; it was sloppy and their tongues danced with each other.

When Steve pulls away, he's out of breath, but he's happy. The light touches he gave to her body earlier were not a bit rougher. He wants to explore every inch of her body in seconds, but he wants to be patient; he has all night to discover every inch of her.

"Touch me right here, Steve."

Y/n places his hands on her breast with his thumbs in reach of her nipples. Steve's thumb runs across her taut nipples which makes her sigh. "You like that?" He asks with a bit more confidence. She nods her head and her approval emboldens him. “Good.”

His lips ghost across the skin on her neck before he places a wet kiss against the skin on her throat. He can feel her breath hitch every time he places a tender kiss on her flesh. She smells like lavender and it makes him feel dizzy. He keeps playing with her nipples as he begins to suck on her neck. Y/n wants to just lay there and take in the feeling of him spoiling her, but she also wants to hear him moan. She strokes the bulge in his pants with her knee and she feels him groan against her skin. He lightly grinds himself against her knee to relieve all of the tension that built up inside of him. Neither of them are sure who wants who more, but it doesn’t matter to either of them. Knowing that this is an equal exchange of love and lust is enough for the two of them.

“Oh god Steve,” Y/n coos when he sucks on the most sensitive part of her neck. They’ve only just begun, but he makes her feel so good. A part of her is wishing that she had discovered Steve’s crush on her a long time ago, but she has him now and that’s all that matters.

“I wanna make you feel good,” he says against her skin, “I wanna make you cum.”

Y/n can’t help but moan at his confession. She can already imagine how it would feel to have him between her legs.

“Please Steve!”

Steve sits up just to push her dress up. The cotton panties she wears has a pink bow sewn onto it and he finds it adorable. He glances back up at her and he notices that she’s looking away from him. She’s now feeling bashful knowing that he’s going to see her completely naked even though she wants all of this and more. “It’s okay, pretty girl,” Steve pacifies her by slowly stroking her outer thigh. She finally looks at him, her pupils wide with lust. She almost sighs in content when he starts to slide her panties down. The cool air of the rooms only heats her up once it hits her hot sex.

“My god,” Steve whispers to himself. She looks so pretty, but she’s absolutely messy between her legs. She places her foot on the back of his couch to spread herself wider for him. “Good girl.”

Steve lowers himself between her legs and just stares at her for a moment. He wants to remember this for the rest of his life just in case this is the last time something like this happens between the two of them. He would be crushed if Y/n asked to just continue on as friend’s after this, but he would be eternally grateful that she granted him this opportunity. All he wants to do is make her feel good; his pleasure will follow suit, but it’s all about her.

One of his fingers runs along the edge of her folds. Y/n whimpers at the delicate way he treats her body. She feels so lucky to have someone so kind and sweet like Steve. He touches her with care, and love is in every stroke. “You’re so perfect,” he says before kissing her inner thigh. Every part of her body is sensitive but somehow she is able to withstand it all.

The first lick to her pussy overblows both of their senses. She’s sweet like honey and juicy like a peach. Steve’s first instinct is to groan against her pussy which sends vibration throughout her entire body. She feels like she’s on fire as all of the blood in her body goes straight to her sensitive nub. His tongue focuses on her clit and she’s in heaven. Steve’s tongue moves with so much skill and precision, but most importantly, passion. Steve treats her like he truly wants her, and Y/n can’t help but fall for him at this moment.

“You taste so good,” he coos against her slick.

The way he paws at her body while licking her pussy makes her feel like she’s being worshiped. Tears well in her eyes the harder he sucks at her clit. She hopes his neighbors’ aren’t home because they’d probably be annoyed at the loud sounds of her cries of pleasure. He has her on the edge and it just takes him rolling her nipples with his fingers that finally push her over.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Her cries are so angelic to him. And as much as he wants to keep licking her out, Steve needs to be inside of her so bad. He tames himself and pulls his mouth away from her to pull himself out of his pants. His incredibly hard, the head of his cock an angry red as it leaks pre-cum. “This is what you do to me,” his words are haunting. Y/n whines and wiggles her hips from being so impatient.

Steve lowers himself and presses the head of her cock at her opening. She’s so slippery that he pushes into her with ease. His cock is so big that she inhales sharply as she takes all of him inside of her. Her walls are like silk around him.

“So tight baby — oh god.”

Steve feels like he’s going to explode already. Her pussy is squeezing him and she looks up at him with wide eyes as she takes his cock like a good girl. It is the hardest task he’s ever faced in his life to not cum already. She just feels so good.

“Are you okay?” He asks sweetly before dipping his head to kiss her forehead.

She nods her head, “yes, Steve…feels so good,” she manages to speak coherently.

Her legs were thrown over his legs which allows him to fuck deeper into her. She looks so beautiful underneath him. Steve wants to feel her cum on his cock so bad. She flutters around him when he pulls out of her only to push back in seconds later.

Steve can only control himself for so long before he’s pounding into her. The cry of his name on her lips is so saccharine that it gives him a sweet tooth. He sucks on the skin of her neck to satisfy that need while Y/n places her hand on the back of his head as she moans for him.

“I’m gonna cum Steve! You’re going to make me cum!”

The ridges of his cock feels so good inside of her, but what really does it for her is how the head of his cock is kissing her cervix. The stretch of his cock is such a delicious burn that she wants him inside forever. With his face planted in her neck, lips kissing at her skin, Y/n is completely enamored with the way Steve consumes all of her. She is his just as much as he is her.

He feels her sex squeeze him one more time before she’s cumming all around him. She clings to him as her orgasm ravages through her. Steve fucks her through it before reluctantly pulling out of her. Her jerks himself off until he’s cumming all over her pretty tits, painting her body like she’s one of the world’s most precious masterpieces.

The two are completely spent as their limbs dangle off of his couch. Y/n’s heart is full feeling his cum cooling on her chest. She dips a finger in his spent and sucks it off, savoring his taste since she didn’t get a chance to go down on him. Steve almost passes out at the sight.

“You’re crushing my legs Steve,” she laughs warmly. He rolls off of her and off of the couch entirely.

Steve grabs a towel and starts t0 clean up her chest. He remembers what they were supposed to be accomplishing, but after what just happened between the two of them, Steve is certain he won’t be anxious about asking her to be his model again.

“So, where do we go from here?”

The question catches him off guard. He slowly wipes away his cum with the damp towel from her chest. As much as finding the answer to this question is hard, he is happy that she asked it because it means that she’s giving him a chance.

“I don’t want this to be the last time we do this,” Steve admits. He’s quickly become addicted to the way their foreheads pressed together; it just feels so intimate. “I love you too much for this to be the last time we ever spend like this together.”

As much as tonight has been shocking to her after the revelation of Steve proving to her that he loves her, she’s only overwhelmed with positive emotions.

“Then let’s not let this be the last time,” she whispers against his lips.

A wave of relief washes over Steve as he just lays there against, their bare bodies pressed against each other as if this is always how it should’ve been. His only hope is that they can stay like this forever.

[btsqualityy]

Fools Rush In: Chapter 3

Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Strangers-to-lovers, age gap!AU (reader is 30, Jungkook is 23), Angst, smut, fluff

Summary: You deliver the news to Jungkook and he makes his own decision.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 2.1K

Two weeks later, you found yourself staring blankly at the large number “25″ that was on the front door of what you had recently found out was Jungkook’s apartment. 

You had come to Seoul to compete in the Korea Open so you decided to try and look Jungkook up. You had Yoongi get in touch with some of the organizers of the French Open in order to get his information and luckily, he lived in an apartment right in the city. 

Even though you had made the decision to keep the baby and raise them alone if you had to, you did feel as though Jungkook deserved to at least know so that he could make his own decision. That’s why you had been standing in front of his door for the better part of 10 minutes, trying to work up the courage to knock on the damn door. 

Just as you raised your hand to knock, the front door flew open, almost making your heart beat out of your chest. 

“Are you the delivery woman?” A tall, broad shoulder man asked and you shook your head as you lowered your hand.

“No. I’m actually looking for Jeon Jungkook,” you replied. 

“Ah, he’s inside,” the man told you. “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled, waiting until the man had stepped aside before you walked inside and slipped off your sandals. 

“I’m Jin, Jungkook’s roommate,” Jin introduced himself as he shut the front door. 

“I’m Y/N L/N,” you said. 

“Wait, you play tennis right?” 

“Yeah, that’s me,” you nodded.

“I though you looked familiar!” Jin exclaimed, making you laugh. “What are you doing here to see Jungkookie?”

“Uh, I’m just,-”

“Hey hyung, was that the food?” Jungkook asked as he strolled out of his bedroom, walking over to the front door before freezing in his spot when he saw you. “Y/N, hi.”

“Hi,” you smiled, lifting your hand and waving a little. 

“What are you doing here?” He wondered as he paced over to you. 

“I’m sorry for just popping up like this but I needed to talk to you,” you stated seriously as you looked at him and although you could tell from the raising of his brow that he was confused, he turned to look at Jin. 

“Can you give us a second hyung?” Jungkook requested and Jin nodded.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N,” Jin smiled and you nodded to him before he walked away and stepped into another room next to the one that Jungkook had come out of. Once the door closed behind him, Jungkook looked at you again. 

“Do you want to come sit down?” He offered, gesturing to the couch. 

“Sure, thanks,” you murmured as you walked over to the couch, sitting down on the edge and Jungkook sat himself down next to you. 

“So, how have you been?” He wondered. “It’s been like three months since the French Open right?”

“Yeah, and I’ve been ok,” you shrugged. “Just getting ready for the Korea Open.”

“Oh, you’re competing in that?” 

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna kill it,” he smiled and you couldn’t help the way that your cheeks warmed up at the praise.

“Thanks,” you chuckled. “What about you, how have you been?”

“Good, good, can’t complain,” he said. “Just been working a lot but that’s it really.”

“Still doing photography?”

“Yeah, that’s what helps pay my half of the bills,” Jungkook laughed. “I’m sure you didn’t come here just to ask me about photography though.”

“I didn’t,” you giggled awkwardly. “So, do you remember the night of the French Open, when we spent the night together?”

“Don’t I?” He smirked. “I was a little miffed that you left without saying goodbye but I figured that the whole “drunken one night stand” thing wasn’t typical for you.”

“It’s not and I’m sorry for that, by the way,” you apologized. “I kind of panicked when I woke up.”

“I get it, don’t worry about it,” he waved his hand dismissively. “But why are you asking if I remember that night?”

“Well, um, I kind of...maybe....might’ve gotten pregnant that night,” you revealed. 

“Yeah right,” he laughed loudly. “Be serious Y/N.”

“That’s the terrifying thing Jungkook, I am being serious,” you insisted. “I’m pregnant.” The smile slowly slipped off of Jungkook’s face as he realized that you weren’t joking, and you watched as he abruptly stood up from the couch and began to pace the length of the living room. 

“What the fuck?” He muttered. “We used a condom.”

“It had to have broken.”

“You’re a woman that plays sports, wouldn’t you be on birth control?”

“I haven’t been in a committed relationship in two years and I don’t do the whole “one night stand” thing, remember?” You explained. 

“You literally disappeared on me and had me wondering if the whole night that we spent together even fucking happened and then suddenly, you show up and tell me that you’re pregnant,” he huffed, pausing his pacing in order to look at you. “I’m just supposed to accept this?”

“I know it’s a lot to take in and it’s out of nowhere,” you began. “It only takes one time though. So yes, I am pregnant and you’re the father. I thought you deserved to know.”

“So does that mean you’re going to keep it?” He questioned and you nodded your head. 

“Yes, I am.”

“I don’t think I can be a father right now Y/N,” he sighed, resuming his pacing. “I just graduated from university and I’m up to my eyeballs in fucking debt that I only just started paying back and I’m only 23! I can’t be anyone’s father at 23!”

“Look, you don’t have to be involved,” you said and he stopped in his tracks. “I only came here to tell you. I can raise the baby on my own if I have to.”

“And what, I’m left to be the big bad guy who isn’t in his own kid’s life?” 

“Any decision that you make going forward is your own,” you told him. “I didn’t want you to find out somewhere else because I am going to have to go public with my pregnancy eventually, and I didn’t want to keep the baby from you if you did want to be involved. I just wanted to tell you so that you could make an informed decision, that’s all.”

Just then, a door opened and Jin walked back into the living room. 

“Hey Jungkook-ah, Taehyung said that he wants to go out for dinner so I canceled takeout, that ok?” Jin asked and it took Jungkook a few seconds to focus before he looked over at his hyung. 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Jungkook agreed easily. 

“I should get going,” you suddenly said, getting up from the couch and reaching into your purse, pulling out a card before walking over to Jungkook and handing it to him. “This has my number and the address of where I’m staying for the next few weeks on it. Take all of the time that you need to think things through and then let me know.”

“Alright,” he replied and you gave him a small, closed mouthed smile before walking to the front door and letting yourself out. 

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“Y/N’s pregnant,” Jungkook confessed, two bottles of soju deep into dinner, which caused both Jin’s and Taehyung’s eyes to widen. “And I’m the father.”

“Tennis legend Y/N L/N?” Taehyung asked for confirmation and Jungkook nodded. 

“That one.”

“How the hell did you hook up with her?” Jin laughed. 

“Met her at the French Open, we talked for a little bit, and then went back to my hotel room,” Jungkook replied. “I woke up the next morning and she was gone so I didn’t think much of it. It was just a one night stand, you know?”

“Is that why she showed up and why you’ve had a bottle of soju in your hands since we got here?” Jin wondered and Jungkook nodded again. 

“Yep.”

“Well, are you gonna be involved?” Jin asked. 

“I’m not sure,” he admitted, yelping when Jin reached over and smacked the back of his head.

“What the hell do you mean, you’re not sure?” Jin scoffed. “You can’t just have a child out in the world that you don’t know.”

“Wait hyung, just because Jungkook consented to sex doesn’t mean that he consented to having a baby,” Taehyung pointed out.

“He consented to the possibility of having a baby when he didn’t protect himself and wrap his dick up,” Jin shot back. 

“Actually, I did but it broke,” Jungkook muttered before taking another gulp of soju. “It’s not like I don’t want to be there though. In fact, my first instinct is to call her and tell her that I’ll be there for whatever she needs.”

“What’s stopping you then?” Taehyung questioned. 

“She’s just...she’s one of the biggest athletes in the world and she’s gonna go down in history as one of the greats while I’m just a 23 kid who doesn’t even know where my life is going. She has it all together and she doesn’t really need me. Hell, she might even be better off without me.”

“It’s not about if she needs you or not though, it’s about you being there for your child,” Jin told him. 

“She said that she could raise the baby alone if she had to,” Jungkook mentioned. 

“Just because she can, it doesn’t mean that she should have to,” Jin stated and for some reason, that sentence stuck with Jungkook as he swallowed down the rest of the soju that was in the bottle. 

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A few days after you showed up to his apartment, Jungkook couldn’t get you or the baby out of his mind. He never expected to be in this situation at only 23 years old but the more that he thought about it, he realized that he wasn’t completely...afraid of it like he first thought he was. 

Sure, he somewhat freaked out when you first told him and then went into catatonic shock afterwards but the more that he thought about it, the easier it became for him to warm up to the idea. 

Jungkook always wanted kids and even though the two of you weren’t married and weren’t a traditional couple by any means, he knew that you could be a good mother. You were determined, hardworking, and passionate and those were all qualities that he admired in a person. He figured that if he were going to have an unexpected baby with anyone, then why not it be you? 

He was also a person that believed in fate and destiny. If he managed to get you pregnant despite the two of you using protection and you still chose the keep the baby even before knowing if Jungkook was going to be involved or not, it all had to be a part of some larger plan that neither of you were privy to. 

In the end, that was the thought that he decided to put trust in and that led to him finding the card that you had given him, dialing your number. 

“Hello?” You answered a little breathlessly.

“Y/N, it’s Jungkook,” he said. “Did I call at a bad time?”

“Not at all, I was hitting the ball around with my coach,” you chuckled. “That’s why I’m out of breath.”

“Ah ok,” he nodded. “Well, I just wanted to call you because I’ve been thinking a lot about you and the baby, and I’ve decided that I want to be involved in their life.”

“Really?” You gasped softly.

“Yeah. I mean, I can’t just let you raise them by yourself when you didn’t create them by yourself,” he sighed. 

“I don’t want you to feel forced though, Jungkook,” you explained. “I know that this is a weird situation but I don’t want you to resent me or worse, the baby. I meant it when I said that I can do this own my own if need be.”

“Just because you can do it on your own, doesn’t mean that you should,” Jungkook pointed out, echoing what Jin had told him and you just smiled softly to yourself. “You’re gonna have to be patient with me though, because I don’t have the slightest idea of how this whole parenting thing goes.”

“That makes two of us,” you giggled. “But we’ll figure it out together, ok?”

“Alright,” he agreed.

“I have my first doctor’s appointment in three days, on Thursday and you are welcome to come if you want,” you offered. 

“You haven’t had a doctor’s appointment yet?”

“I couldn’t get one in the States before I had to leave to come here for the Open so I just figured that I’d wait,” you told him. 

“Oh ok. Well, yeah,” he replied. “I’d love to come.”

“Cool. I’ll text you the details, ok?”

“Ok. Bye Y/N,” he said. 

“Bye Jungkook,” you smiled before hanging up the phone. As Jungkook pulled his phone away from his ear, he couldn’t help but to feel oddly at ease about the whole situation. He felt deep down that everything would be ok, and he just hoped that it actually turned out that way as well. 

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[randonowrong]

Lost Eyes | Schlatt x Reader

This is my entry for @sugarsoftie​‘s 600 follower special! Again, congrats for the 600 followers! “I can’t believe I used to love you” | Angst | Staring into his eyes, you know he is no longer the one you gave your heart to.

A melody filled the air as people filed into the walls of Manburg. You stood at the sides, welcoming those that came to attend the festival. You shake hands with them as they move to the main section of the festival. As the last of the guests enter, you turn and look over the place. You note the decorations strewn around, set up by Tubbo and Fundy. The colorful balloons and banners making the festival look welcoming and warm. Your eyes trailed to the many booths and stalls open, the vendors preparing their products. You see Niki preparing baked goods by her stall, the smell of freshly made bread wafting through the air. Your train of thought was interrupted when someone put their hand on your shoulder. You flinched in surprise, turning around to face them. 

You breathed a sigh of relief as it was only Tubbo. “Don’t startle me like that! I could have gotten a heart attack Tubs.” You exaggerate, letting out a chuckle. You hear Tubbo giggle too, but he stops as he tries to speak. “Sorry (Y/N), but uh, Schlatt wants to speak you before the festivities all properly start.”

“Ah, what does our dear president want now.” You sigh, nodding to Tubbo in acknowledgment and turning to leave for whatever business Schlatt may have with you.

You were an advisor and cabinet member of L’manburg, no Manburg when Schlatt came to power. Despite not being an original citizen and just a bystander and audience member in the election, Schlatt had decided you were worthy of being part of his cabinet, you think. When the original founder of the country was cast out of his creation, you had opted not to attack and join the ones who smelled blood and attacked, following the orders of the current president.

You took to your assigned task efficiently, you followed through with the decisions made in the cabinet meetings and gave out your thoughts and opinions on the matter. Though you did not fail to notice the glances the president threw at you. When you decided to confront Schlatt about his staring, he had bravely spoken of his interest for you. Stating that your sharp mind and intellect, along with the fact that you were on good terms with most of the people in the smp, were qualities he saw as admirable. You remember your flushed cheeks over the praise, the warm feeling in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach.

But the thing you would never forget would be the look he gave you while you two were alone in his office. His eyes full of desire and passion, for you.

You stop your thought when you arrive at the podium. Schlatt is speaking with his vice-president, Quackity, with a topic you couldn’t quite hear well at the distance you were at. You waited for a few minutes until Schlatt let out an exasperated sigh and walked down the stage, coming to face you. “Ey (Y/N), I’ve been waiting for you my favorite cabinet member” he cackles.

You put a small smile on your face at his words. “That’s nice of you to say, but if I am your favorite then why is Big Q the Vice-President?” you joke, letting out a giggle. “If I were a spectator, I’d point out how it seems you favor him over me.” You continue.

You hear him let out a deep bawl of laughter, which eggs you on to continue your giggling. “Darling, if I didn’t have him as my Vice-President, I wouldn’t be leading Manburg now, would I?” he jested, gesturing into the air.

You let out a chuckle at his statement. “Well, what did you want to speak with me about?” you ask, staring at the horned man in front of you. He begins to compose himself and pats his attire down to make sure he looks presentable. “You remember of my plans for this great country, right?” he asks.

You nod in response. “Schlatt, of course I do, I am actively assisting in the affairs of the state or have you forgotten?” you tease.

“Yeah yeah, well I got some news from a little birdie that someone on my cabinet has been colluding with Pogtopia.” He deadpanned, a steely look on his features. “And I know just how to deal with that little mole.”

“Well, you know how I invited Technoblade to this festival, well I was thinking…why not have him kill our traitor. It’s appropriate! The best warrior of the rebellion striking down their own informant!” he declared, a wicked grin on his face.

“Who…is this mole anyway? I have a sneaking suspicion it is Fundy; his dear old dad is the exiled leader. Or perhaps it’s Niki, she and Wilbur are close.” You put out, gripping your chin in thought.

“Tubbo, the one I made my right-hand man.”

Your face pales, of course that Tubbo would come to the rebels’ aid. Tommy is his best friend; he was willing to do anything for the boy. And with knowing of what Schlatt’s plans are for the kid, you feel dread settle in. How could he think of something so gruesome for the boy?

“You, you can’t possibly be serious Schlatt?!” you shout, mouth agape in shock as your mind races. “He…Tubbo is just a child! You can’t do that to him!” you declare, looking up to glare at the man in front of you.

“And you think that absolves him of his betrayal to Manburg, to me, to US!” he retorted, bringing a hand up in anger to rake through his dark locks. “I know you care about the kid but c’mon, he’s a traitor! You can’t hold any love for him.” He added, before turning to leave and walk up the stage.

“This conversation isn’t over. You can’t walk away!” You grab his arm to stop him, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from him. He turns back around and raises your hand above your head.

“I can, and I will. I’m the president of Manburg. I am it’s ruler, it’s law, and I can do whatever the hell I want!” he shouted in your face. Your eyes widen, this was the first time you and he had ever gotten into an argument. You usually could temper the situation before it escalated, with you reluctantly agreeing into whatever he wanted.

You stare into his dark orbs. These eyes that you once loved, when they playfully glared at you, closed when you let out a joke, and gave a loving gaze whenever you helped in his plans. These eyes now something you feared. A deep darkness threatening to swallow you whole, consume your very essence and force you to submit to its darkest desires. These eyes that no calm you but induce a fear of being the next hurdle to be removed.

You recoil in panic, letting out a soft sob and stare down at the ground. Tears pool in the corner of your eyes as Schlatt let’s go of your wrist. “This is an order, (Y/N), stay in the white house for the rest of the festival. We’ll have a talk after all of this, resist, and I’ll give you a first-row seat to Tubbo’s execution. Got it?” he threatened, turning to walk up the stage. Leaving you to lean your back against the foundation. You let the tears spill out, like a dam finally being opened, your feelings flowed out. Each of your tears holding a fragment of the many emotions you felt. Panic, fear, anger, guilt, pain, betrayal.

“I can’t believe I used to love you…” you mutter out, pulling your knees into your chest and continued sobbing. The noise of the festivities blocking out your wailing.

A/N: I do hope this isn’t a bit too late. I’ve just been not feeling well these past few days. Like...not up to eat, I’m always tired, and not many things get me happy anymore. I dunno, maybe it’s just that seasonal down periods. Anyways, I’m still in the process of writing the headcanon requests but desperately wanted to get this out. Hope you enjoy!

[heliads]

What We Are

You’ve hated Draco Malfoy from the moment you met him at the Sorting Ceremony all those years ago. However, you have the strangest feeling that things are changing between the two of you- like just maybe, you like him more than you thought.

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You are eleven years old, small and swallowed up by the dark cloth of your school robes. You’re filling through the main aisle of the Great Hall, surrounded by a cluster of other anxious first years. Four long tables stretch down the room, two on each side of the hall and each filled with chattering students. Four banners hang at the end of the hall- ruby, emerald, gold, sapphire. One for each house. You’ve been briefed on the houses and their qualities by a newly formed friend, one Hermione Granger, but you’re still nervous. You don’t entirely know which one you belong to, although you have an inkling as to which one should be avoided.

Professor McGonagall begins listing off the names one at a time, and the subsequent first-years file up to her, place the worn Sorting Hat on their head, and receive their assigned House. After a while, your name is eventually called, and you make your way to the front. The Sorting Hat considers for a time, then a smile crawls across its weathered fabric features. “SLYTHERIN!” The word is shouted across the hall, and you feel a sinking pit yawn open in your stomach. Slytherin? That was the one house you were supposed to avoid.

You make brief eye contact with your new friend Hermione, who looks about as stricken as you feel, before settling into a place at the Slytherin table. The emerald-clad students around you clap you on the back, issuing congratulations, but you still feel uneasy. Wouldn’t it have been better to go to Ravenclaw, where all the smartest students belonged? Or brave Gryffindor, or dedicated Hufflepuff? Anywhere would be better than ambitious, cunning, snakelike Slytherin.

A boy seated one space down looks at you, taking in your glum expression. He has striking platinum blond hair, and appears to be a first year just like yourself. “Don’t look so upset. You got into the best house there is, you know. All of the students who go to Slytherin end up being the greatest lot here.” For some reason, the condescendingly arrogant tone of the boy gets to you, and you shoot back a haughty reply. “If all Slytherin students are like you, I don’t fancy staying here at all.” The boy’s expression changes into a glare, and he glowers at you for the rest of the dinner.

That boy would turn out to be Draco Malfoy, Slytherin House’s most famous elitist. The two of you would hate each other ever since that night, and that feeling of utter loathing would continue for years. You’re now far older than you had been as a wee little first year, and so is Draco, but your attitude towards him hasn’t changed a bit. He’s just so conceited, so full of himself- and you’re no better, you know that, but at least you try to hide it.

However, you were lucky enough to score yourself a bunch of friends who knew exactly why you hated Draco, and happened to feel the exact same way. Hermione had been your best friend ever since that first day on the Hogwarts Express, and you had introduced yourself to Harry and Ron around the same time she did. Now the four of you were a regular fixture on the grounds, and you wouldn’t change it for anything, even a few of the haughtier Slytherins (read: Draco Malfoy) made sure to mention that one of their house shouldn’t be mixing with the Gryffindors.

However, you didn’t really care what they thought. Yes, you were a Slytherin, and that meant a good many things: pride, ambition, and a thick skin in terms of others doubting you. So you became even better friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione just to spite them. You often found yourself with them at the Quidditch games, walking across the grounds, sneaking out of your dormitory late at night for a couple of misadventures, or now, with you and Hermione studying together at a table out in a corner of a stone hall. 

One of the problems of being a Slytherin friend of three Gryffindors is that they could never go back to your common room to study with you, and you certainly weren’t allowed into their common room. Fred and George had offered to sneak you in loads of times, and you technically had been there before under Harry’s invisibility cloak, but for right now, you and Hermione were content to stay away from the roaring fires and plush red armchairs of the Gryffindor common room to work on a particularly gruesome Potions essay. You both wanted to finish it early, Hermione especially so she could then go teach it to Harry and Ron, so you stayed out of the lion’s dorm until you were adequately prepared.

Hermione sighs at the paper in front of her, wrinkling her brow in consternation. “Honestly, what does all of this even mean? I swear, Professor Snape’s directions get worse and worse with every assignment.” You nod fervently. “This prompt makes no sense, and I’ve been staring at it for the last fifteen minutes.” You drum your fingers on the table, thinking, then stand up. “I’m going to get that Potions primer from the library. You know, the one we were reading earlier? I thought I saw some similar wording in one of the chapters, and at any rate, I need an excuse to go stretch my legs. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Hermione waves goodbye as you head off down the stone corridors. The walk towards the library takes you across the courtyard, and you’re glad for the refreshing bite of the wind, even if it leaves your cheeks raw from the chill. You traipse inside the halls once more, twisting around corners until you reach the library, and gratefully slip through the doors to reach the towering bookcases crowding the room.

You stride purposefully through the shelves until you come to the row you’re looking for at last. Your eyes scan the titles in front of you, and you think you’re almost at the book until a familiar figure steps into the space right next to you. You don’t even have to look up to recognize him. You’ve seen his unwanted presence too many times for a case of mistaken identity.

Draco speaks first. “I’m surprised to see you, L/N. I didn’t think reading was one of your strong suits.” You raise an eyebrow, still perusing the books on the shelf. “Those are strong words coming from somebody who hit his peak academic performance as a weasel in the fourth year.” Draco rolls his eyes. “Ferret, not a weasel.” You look over at him at last, but can’t help a small grin. “Does it really matter? It was still a small animal, and it was still you.”

Draco heaves some dramatic and egotistical sigh, but folds his arms over his chest and stays put. He’s not looking for books, just standing there. In fact, his eyes keep flickering over to the corner of the library, near the door. You straighten up, following his gaze in confusion. “What are you doing?” You ask him, still trying to figure out what he’s looking at with such unease. “You don’t usually go out of your way to enjoy my company and you also keep staring at the door.”

Draco starts to mutter something about how not all of the library belongs to you, but you cut him off with a gasp of delight. “You’re hiding from Pansy Parkinson! She’s over there looking for you, and you’re trying to make sure she can’t see you by hiding behind all the bookshelves!” You laugh, and then start to raise your voice, as if you’re about to call her over. Instantly, Draco leans over you, pushing you against the bookcase and holding his wand against your throat.

“Don’t say a word.” His voice is cool and low. A teasing grin flickers across your lips, and you push his wand away with one finger. “What, you going to hex me, Malfoy? In the middle of the library? I think that would draw your favorite girl over here more than anything.” Draco just stares daggers at you, breath coming harshly in his chest. He stares there, unmoving, until you jerk your chin towards the doors. “Pansy’s gone. Now can you please let go of me?”

Draco waits a moment just to spite you, and then releases his grip on your wrist. You snatch your hand away from him with an air of disgust, and grab your potions book off of the shelf. “Never do that again.” You hiss at him, and stalk away. Who does he think he is, that lout? You’re still storming over the incident the whole way back to the table, and barely notice that Harry and Ron have joined you until you throw yourself back into your seat.

Hermione looks up at your abrupt arrival. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” You heave a sigh of irritation. “Draco Malfoy, that’s what’s wrong. I ran into that lowlife in the library. I just can’t stand him.” Harry nods knowingly, but Ron, who appears to be in an even worse mood than you, rolls his eyes. “Oh, stop complaining. You’re a Slytherin, he isn’t as bad to you.” This is entirely the wrong thing to say, and you know you should just ignore him but you’re still fired up from the confrontation in the library.

“Are you saying that Malfoy’s not as mean to me because I’m from his house?” Ron nods, ignoring Hermione pointedly shaking her head at him in an attempt to get him to stay quiet. “Yeah, I am. You keep pretending like he’s such a jerk to you, but you don’t have it half as bad as the rest of us. Honestly, you need to stop making such a big deal out of nothing.” You know you’re overreacting, but you can’t take Ron’s griping, not today. You stand up, slamming your books shut and sweeping your parchment and quills into your bag. 

“In that case, I suppose you don’t need my nothing when it comes to your potions essay. Good luck figuring that out.” You glance over at Hermione. “I’m sorry to leave in a rush, but I should be on my way. Swing by later if you need help.” Hermione says her chagrined goodbyes, and as you stalk away from the table, you can hear her laying into Ron already. The sound brings a smile to your face.

You’re still fuming over Draco and Ron and the god-awful Potions essay the next day, and your irritation must show because Pansy takes advantage of the opportunity to cross paths with you as you’re walking through the halls. She’s chattering with a group of her friends in the courtyard, and as you hurry past, you hear her call something out to you. “Oh look, there’s Y/N. You know, she looks surprisingly proud for someone who’s father is a mudblood-lover. Maybe she’s alright with it.”

Your footsteps slow, and you turn back to face Pansy. You know that this is just what she wants, but you’ve got a burning feeling in the back of your head that tells you that if you let one more person walk all over you you’ll never be able to deal with yourself again. You eye Pansy coolly. “What was that, Parkinson?” Pansy smirks, victorious. “I heard a rumor that your father was getting a little too close to some Muggles. That would certainly tarnish your reputation, wouldn’t it? And here I was, thinking that the L/Ns were an upstanding wizarding family, but I guess not. It looks like-”

You feel like you’re a couple of seconds away from punching Pansy right in her arrogantly prissy face, but before you can try to argue yourself out of violence another boy steps up beside you. You groan inwardly when you realize it’s Draco. Great, another person to make fun of you, because this day wasn’t going badly enough already. However, he doesn’t join in the laughter. In fact, he shoots a glare at Pansy. “Amazing, Parkinson. Did you finally realize that your own family was so low that you had to make up rumors to get anywhere? Although, you might want to stay away from the Muggle story. I think it might be a little too true on your end.”

Pansy’s face blanches, and she starts stammering something about how that couldn’t possibly be true and she has no idea what Draco’s talking about. You stare at Draco in amazement, and he turns back to you. “Let’s go. I don’t feel like wasting any more of our time.” With that, the two of you strut away across the courtyard, leaving Pansy behind to make up excuses to her group of friends.

Only when you’re out of hearing distance from Pansy do you finally let yourself relax. You look over at Draco, unable to stop yourself from laughing. “What was that about? Is it really true about Pansy’s family?” Draco, surprisingly, is grinning as well. “I don’t know, but she didn’t seem like she could deny it.” The two of you carry on in hilarity for a while, but then you turn to him, grin slipping away from your face. “Why did you do that?” Draco frowns. “Do what?” You gesture idly behind you with your hand. “Defend me against Parkinson. I would have thought you’d join in instead of having my back.”

Draco shrugs, looking down the hallway. “We’re supposed to be enemies, aren’t we? I don’t feel like having my rival limited by false rumors. It would lower me too.” You look at him askance. “You publicly insulted Pansy Parkinson just because you think that me being called names hurts you as well?” Draco shrugs. “Why did you think I did it?” You sigh, furrowing your brow. “I don’t know.”

Even after you and Draco turn down separate hallways, you find yourself still thinking about him. Why would he defend you? It makes no sense. You even think back to that moment in the library, and realize that he wasn’t really as cruel as you had thought. All he had done then was exchange the usual retorts, although those had the same joking tinge as always. And wasn’t it strange that of all the places to hide, he had chosen your aisle? It could have just been a coincidence, or maybe he was seeking you out intentionally.

You’re not sure how you feel about this. You’ve grown so used to thinking of Draco as an enemy, someone to be hated, that you don’t quite know what to do when he is nice to you. You find your eyes flickering his way in the common room, or your gaze constantly catching on his silhouette as he walks past you in the halls. You usually never spend this much time thinking about him, but now, he seems to be everywhere.

One night, you can’t focus on your homework. Between the smoky atmosphere of the Slytherin common room or the mind-twisting Transfiguration tasks McGonagall’s set for you, you just can’t seem to get your thoughts in order. Eventually, you close up your books and decide to head to the Astronomy Tower. The cool night air will clear your head, and you’ll still technically be doing homework because you’ll be studying the stars.

You’re grateful for the still emptiness of the tower. You prop your arms up against the stone edge of the balcony, letting your shoulders slump as you consider the dizzying drop to the grounds below. You tilt your head up slightly, letting the wind trace patterns against your skin. You’re just beginning to feel peaceful once again when you hear the door to the Astronomy Tower open and a figure joins you on the turret. You sigh inwardly when you recognize the familiar shock of white-blond hair. Of course- Draco always goes to the Astronomy Tower as a place to unwind. Then you’re surprised as to why that fact popped so readily into your head, and how you even knew that in the first place.

Draco’s steps falter for a second when he realizes he’s not alone. You start to move away from the balcony. “Here, I’ll go. You can have the tower to yourself.” You turn around to find yourself caught in Draco’s gaze, those storm grey eyes pinning you in place. Draco shakes his head just slightly, and his voice echoes across the stone room. “No, don’t go. It’s alright.” You hesitate for a moment, then turn back to the view before you. Your eyes follow the line of trees dotting the grounds, the twisting snakes of rivers that feed into the Black Lake.

After a moment, Draco joins you at the balcony. He leans up against the stone, just a few inches away from you. You both stand there in silence, unable to say a word. At last, Draco turns to you. “What are we?” You return his gaze, slightly confused. “What?” Draco looks away for just a second, and then his eyes return to you. “When we first met, we hated each other. We’ve been rivals for years, and now-” He breaks off. “I don’t think we dislike each other anymore. I don’t think we have for a while.” You stay silent for a second, taking in his words. Then you nod.

“There’s something else, isn’t there? It isn’t just me?” For a moment, you think you’ve gone too far, spoken too rashly. Draco stares at you, then he leans forward and kisses you. When he breaks away, panic and regret flash through his eyes when you don’t say anything. He starts to move away, but you step towards him and kiss him again. This time, he doesn’t break away, not immediately. His hand slides up to the small of your back, the stone of the balcony cool against your legs.

You can still feel his hand on your waist when he breaks away. You look away, sure you’ve made some mistake that you’ll regret in the morning, but then his fingers are lightly pressed against your cheek, guiding you back to look at him again. He looks less sure of anything than you’ve ever seen him, but all of a sudden that doubt is replaced by a calm determination. “This is right. This is what we were supposed to be.” You nod quietly, letting your hesitation break free with a smile. He’s right, isn’t he? No matter how it felt to win all the arguments or competitions with him, this moment right now feels far better than anything before it. This is what you always wanted, and what he wants as well.

[librarianandguardian]

Just a feeling- Saul Silva x Female!Reader

Pairing : Saul Silva x Female!Reader

Word Count : ~2300

Warnings : Fluff, brief mention of drug use and burns

Music : Un homme - Jérémy Frerot

Author’s note : Getting pretty stressed because of a huge project at school, so I wrote this to blow off some steam ! I also wanted to say that I do not agree with the way some characters are written and treated in this show. I hope I did not perpetuate these errors, and that I got Silva’s personality a bit right at least. Feedback is appreciated, may it be on the story telling or even the grammar. English isn’t my first language. Flahs-backs in italics. Enjoy ! :D

GIF ‘s not mine, and I can’t find the creator.

French First World songs resonate in the Great Hall, she is dancing. Wild and free. Her loosened hairs fly through the wind. She has traded her Specialist armour for a long flowing dress. Her feet are hammering the ground in rhythm. The crowd carries her all over the dancefloor; she twirls and claps her hands following the music.

From an ignored fairy bloodline, her parents considered her a Specialist Legacy. When her mind fairies powers woke up, everything went wrong ; she was always an overwhelmed child. No one could help her everytime she lost control. Nothing but medication: earrings to contain, and pills to attenuate. It wasn't bad. She lived like that her entire life.

Silva is sitting on a plastic chair, leaning on the table by his side, his gaze lingering. She is an exceptional fighter; dance must be a piece of cake and fun judging from her large smile. To be fair, he barely remembered her from their time at Alfea. Farah told him she was three years younger than him and seemed to have a few memories.

« (Y/N) travelled a lot to the First World prior to college. Her parents were emissaries and brought back souvenirs. Rumours said that her room resembled a cave of wonders.

-Ever went there ?»

His friend chuckled.

« Once. It was full of trinkets, books, movies, postal cards too. Ben caught interest in it, especially the giant botanic encyclopaedia throning on her bookshelf. We both agreed after a while that she might be the ray of sunshine of her Specialist promotion. But I guess she was discreet, if you've never heard of her.»

It took some memory searching, but he indeed remembered one thing. A conversation between a bunch of 1st years talking about a secret party displaying famous First World movies. A few hours later, on the training field, (Y/N) battled fiercely. It caught the attention of many students, who gathered around the platform. Curiosity taking the best of him, he had followed the crowd.

« What's that First World song that I love to describe you with ?

-By the light Clairo, is it really necessary ? »

Her opponent mocked her. She rolled her eyes, wielding her sword before choosing her fight stance.

« You son of... Maneater from Nelly Furtado. Now let's fight please.

-Alright doll, eat me up. »

(Y/N) huffed in annoyance. Clairo was a good fighter, but a little bit too flirty. He launched himself at her. The young woman stayed incredibly calm. Dodging to the right, she left him to stumble before hitting his back with the wooden weapon. He fell to the ground with a grunt. A shy smile spread on her features.

Now that he thinks about it, her earring had intrigued him : an ear chain hanging from the top of the cartilage of her ear to her lobe. Each end was composed of a lavendish round lilac crystal. When she lost control recently, those crystals lit up with a blinding light and burned her skin.

« I change the earring every five year. Every year If any several big crises occurred.

-What about your burns ? How did they clean them up ? »

Her left hand ghosted over her intact lobe, while Harvey healed the bruised flesh. Her eyes stared at the floor of the greenhouse. Saul was holding her other hand.

« They... I stuffed myself with pills. Sometimes enough to sleep through an entire day. Within the Solarian force, it was the only way for them to treat me. None of their mind fairies could calm me down. I don't think you realize how much this, she lifted her intertwined hand, helps.»

The soldier chuckles at the memory. His eyes examined his fingers, remembering how she locked hers, as she found an anchor in his mind.

« My best guess ? Your training forged your head to have a certain mindset in crisis.

-Loads of Solarian troupers could have given you that.

-Yeah. I can't really explain it, she laughed shyly, maybe because you're a teacher, that two of your long time friends are fairies or just because you're good with people.»

Their gazes crossed. The air thickened. Truth to be told, (Y/N) was so lost upon why he managed to calm her down. Farah tried to guide her, but even then, nothing positive came out. Her youth as a student at Alfea only consisted in shared side glances with him in hallways. She sure as hell found the man attractive, but she had other stuff to think about.

A loud giggle snaps him back to reality. (Y/N) falls on his laps while trying to take off her high heels. Her eyes are opened wide and a little glassy. She's definitely drunk.

« Oh by the light, I'm sorry Silva. Aimed at the table ! »

The atmosphere becomes lighter. He catches her when she nearly trips off by trying to get up, one of his arms snaking around to help. Steadying herself on his laps, she catches her breath slowly, though some giggles erupt as she looks around.

« How can you still dance, uh ?»

With a guilty smile, she leans slightly against the table.

« Alcohol ! It's the only thing keeping me up, baby !»

Instant regret shoots through her veins. Some red creeps up on her cheeks, as her hands cover her mouth. The soldier chuckles, enamoured by her adorableness. One thing that strucked him when they met was her lightness. Out of all the solarian troupers out there, or even all the specialists he ever crossed paths with, she was one of the few who stayed so bright and playful. Subconsciously, his fingers dig slightly in her hips.

« It's alright, (Y/L/N).»

She giggles a bit, but thanks him. Farah watches from a far, joined by Ben. (Y/N)(Y/L/N) has been teaching at Alfea for a year now. The entire school seemed to have transformed into a much more joyous place : students got along better, the shyest opened a tad and the roughest softened. Ben's daughter Terra found a supporter of her personal projects and a confidant. Ben himself benefited from her return. Mostly in books and knowledge but that meant already so much to him. Farah gained a daughter ; (Y/N)'s powers were a mess for her advanced age, helping felt natural. But what she loved the most was how confused Saul got with the new Specialist. Their bond strengthened with time, however the first few days rocked the Headmaster all over the place.

«(Y/L/N), what did you do to our office ? Did you... Are these books classified by alphabetic order and colour ?! »

His colleague shrugged, trying to see if he was mad or just surprised. It happened a few days after her arrival. Their shared office went under few renovations.

« (Y/L/N), why dancing classes ? »

She shot up, put her hands on his desk and took twenty minutes to explain how it would make their movements more flexible, strengthen teamwork and be a tool for future mission on the job. Astonished could not describe Silva's feeling.

An admirable change that proved beneficial to the students. These two grew very fond of each other. A lot more than they thought. Words in the hallways started to spread about their growing fondness.

« Okay, I got a question for you, soldier boy.»

Saul tilted his head to the side.

« Are you having fun ?

-Of course I am.»

(Y/N) looks disappointed. Turning around, she pours some water in her cup and chugs it down.

« Really ? 'Cause the only thing I've seen you do is sit in a corner all night. »

He lowers his head, searching for the right words. How does he say that he just loves watching her run around the dancefloor ? How she bounds with students but also keeps their respect ? The fact that she's so organised that she could plan a First World themed party and keep her teacher skills to their best ? The shortest way for that would be admitting his feelings. He zones out long enough for her to talk again.

« It's okay. »

His eyes lock with hers. How did she sober up so quickly ?

« I know you have a reputation as a serious and frowny teacher to keep. And this is a graduation party, so. »

Never mind, she did not. The woman gets up, only to kneel under the tablecloth. He panics briefly.

« (Y/N), what on Earth are you doing ?»

She mumbles before appearing back outside. Her hands are holding a package. Another bright smile shines on her face. Silva knows what's coming, and he has mixed feelings about it; between fear, excitement and confusion.

« Happy Birthday Saul. »

His heart nearly stops. Few people know about his birthday, she is now a part of them. He frankly does not mind, even wished for it for a while now. His hands gently take the package to open it. Before his eyes lies a hard covered sketchbook and a wooden box full of high-quality pencils. The cover has a crow flying in a pearly sky with a red sun. The box is made of ebony and his name carved in silver. She knows an another of his secret. He tears up. The woman worries when he starts to sniffle. Much to her surprise, the soldier puts the gifts on the table before hugging her with all his might. Thank God the students are dancing or already out of the hall to smoke. (Y/N) answers his embrace, reassured.

« Thank you so much dear. »

It's her turn to have glossy eyes. She buries her face in his shoulder. This man is constantly under pressure and she has always wondered what he does during his free time : Does he train more ? He probably reads, right ? The answer came on a regular afternoon.

Silva knocked on her quarters' door. He heard shuffling before (Y/N) opened. She was wearing a bathrobe and a towel around her hair.

« Hi Saul ! Sorry hum. I woke up late and did not expect you so soon so, hum. »

The woman looked around, making her towel fall. Picking it up, she invited him in. He indulged, though a bit surprised.

« I'll be back in a jiffy, you know, putting some clothes on and all. Okay.»

She disappeared in her bathroom, leaving him to explore her room. Many watercolour paintings covered the walls, some abstract and others from the Realms of the Otherworld. However, a few landscapes felt unknown to him. On her desk lied sketches with a horde of different pencils. He discovered portraits of Farah, Ben, Terra, Sky, Riven and finally him. The lines were thin, some shadows sharp for the warriors and smoother for the fairies. A hint of jealousy took over him, quickly brushed away by shyness. The fact that she took the time to draw him was flattering. His fingers grazed over the pencils, wondering if he had time to prepare a little surprise. He puts down the file he came to discuss. A few minutes later, (Y/N) came out, dressed but her hair still wet on the edges. Silva was leaning against her desk, file in hand, a small smile on his features. She mirrored it before asking about the important matter at hand. Twenty minutes later, he left. Her eye caught a change in her drawing material : the portrait of Farah and Ben switched positions. She shuffled them, making sure everything was here, only to find an unknown piece. A cute fox was smiling, a little bubble under him stating :

« Nice Work (Y/L/N). Nice pencils too. Wish I had your talent.»

That last sentence made her wonder if he indeed had an artistic side. Needless to say that his quarters gave her answer. Same reason as his when he came, she knocked on his door one night. Though he did not fully invite her in, her eyes caught glimpses of nice sketches lying on a table, some rudimental equipment next to it.

They stay like this for a few seconds. The headmistress and Professor Harvey look at each other. No words, no need. Terra is chatting with a second year in a corner, bur her eyes catch them. She smiles, looking away shyly, but happy Sky sees the scene too, thanks to Riven who taps on his shoulder. They can't help the smile growing on their faces. Sky's father figure finding support is definitely going to be one of the highlights of their first year. (Y/N) and Saul part. One of her hands pats his arm.

« Wanna dance ? »

He closes his eyes, sighing. There is no lack of desire but the fear of what the students will say.

« I wish but... I don't know.

-I get it. But one day, you will ! That's a promise. »

With one last smile, she strolls back to the dancefloor, leaving him sheepish. He takes the sketchbook and a pencil. He might not dance tonight, but he'll make up to it.

[unironicduncanstan]

Randi’s Kustom Kandi! (Comes with free stickers!)

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💲 COST: Pony bead bracelets, with colors, b&w words, or plain star beads, are $1 each, no taxes, just $1.00 flat. The use of colored letters and iridescent stars are $1.25. As of right now to keep stock up, bracelets consisting of Only star beads aren’t available to order. Charm options are not yet available, but will eventually be added, and prices may range. This is all just based on how much it costs to buy the beads to make these bracelets! 💲

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IMPORTANT TO NOTE;;; My pony beads are all around 6x4mm, and the letter beads are 6x6mm. This is considered somewhat Small for kandi bracelets. This isn’t a choice I made to skimp out, this size is actually more expensive and harder to find than the usual 6x9mm, I just very much prefer this size to work with and wear. It’s only a tad bit more subtle, but it fits most people a lot better and I would Definitely recommend it for people with smaller wrists or who are just starting out with Kandi.

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An example could be; “I would like a bracelet with a repeating pattern of red and blue pony beads, with the word PLUR in black on white letters, and two pink stars on each side, just like this!” 

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What I have in stock might vary, I will try to update this post as that goes, so please make sure to visit this posts SOURCE instead of a reblog before you start an order to check for availability. Please send your order requests to THIS blog, through PM if you can. If you want an alternate way of communication, contact me however you can and we’ll go from there. I have discord, facebook messenger, email, etc. 🤔

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Sadie Adler | High

Sadie is lonely and drunk, and so are you.

Word count: 2700+ Warnings: Smut, swearing, alcohol abuse

Four-and-a-half bottles of beer was all you needed to have your vision become hazy and your eyelids become heavy. At least, that was the case if your previous calculations had been correct, and dear Lord, when it came to determining your own alcohol tolerance... You had been utterly and incredibly bad at math.

You could’ve sworn your intake was not that bad until, after three bottles of alcohol, your head began to spin. Who could blame you for it? The beer in Valentine was way better than the drink you could get back at camp. And besides, Sadie had insisted. 

Ladies night, she had declared it, but without Karen, Mary-Beth, Molly or Tilly. No, just the two of you, as two hard-working women that could use some unwinding for once - in another way than weaving flower crowns, as the blonde had almost mockingly said about the other girls of the gang.

It was obvious Sadie mustered some kind of unspoken respect for you. Not only in her carefully chosen words, but also in her actions, although never literally said, you declared yourself to be special in her eyes. And you wouldn’t be surprised, even. You had been right there at her side that fateful night. 

The wounds of her freshly obtained widowhood were still bleeding and you knew that the desire for vengeance was brewing in her aching heart, but revenge was never an option. Perhaps that is why Sadie clung to you so much; despite your ability to fight for what you stand for, you were never one to angrily shoot everything that moves in a fit of rage. 

Women of the road, Arthur had dubbed you when you were leaving camp earlier this evening, they always stick together, and even though these words were just a lighthearted comment about how Mr Morgan envisioned your close friendship, it had stuck with you, even after a few beers.

And so you sat, pondering over that comment, tipsily peeling at the label that sat upon the bottle, whilst the blonde lady in question sat across of you, nipping her sixth beer that evening. How could her tolerance be so high? Your circled your finger over the edge of your bottle, eyeing her seemingly relaxed expression. It wasn’t often you got to witness Sadie so laid-back. You wondered what was different tonight. 

“Y’know, (Y/n),” Sadie suddenly began, her accent heavier because of the consumed alcohol. “Why don’t we do this more often? Way better than drinking with those loud-mouths back at camp.” You raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed at your expression. “Alright, I know I can be noisy ‘swell, but still!” 

“Well, I think that is a great idea.” you replied. Taking another swig, you smiled. “It isn’t often that we get to spend quality time together. Sure, we are on some errands often enough, but when is the last time we got drunk off our asses?” 

Sadie chuckled, lifting her bottle to her lips. “I can’t remember!” An almost childish pout came over her face as she noticed the dark-brown bottle being empty, gesturing for the barman to bring some more drinks. 

You simply waved it off - “I don’t need more, thank you.” - but Sadie did not have peace with that. “You callin’ yourself drunk right now, (Y/n)? I’ve seen ya drunk and shit, that’s way different from the way you’re at the moment.” 

A roll of your eyes was all you gave, shaking your head as you witnessed the blonde throw back another beer. The light that hung around the saloon made her look pretty, you mused to yourself. And you wondered if she was wearing anything under her shirt - dark circles were visible through her white blouse. Why hadn’t you noticed that before?

Even though you had been with men before, you always preferred girls. But it had been a while... You sighed, rubbing some hair out of your eyes. The sudden ache of your core that came with the sight of her nipples pressing against the cotton of her shirt, well, it didn’t help you keeping your mind clear.

Pondering over what she’d think if you proposed the lewd and erotic to her, you pushed your previous intentions out of the window and ordered something stronger; Sadie frowned at you when she saw you take a sip of whisky straight from the bottle, disregarding of the metal cup that came with it.

“(Y/n),” she mumbled, her words slurring as she leaned over the table. “What are you doing?” A grin tugged at the corner of your mouth as you mirrored her position, faces closer. “Taking in some courage.” 

“Courage? What for? We will rent a room at Saints and sleep our intoxication off, it’s not like we need to get into a gunfight anytime soon.” 

“The courage isn’t meant for that kind of stuff, Sadie...” you told the widow, sipping once more on your bottle. “I can tell you as soon as we are in the room across the street. Perhaps it will work, then.” 

Sadie was never one to be truly confused about anything. However, when it came to you... She knew about your preference for women, and frankly, she was curious...

“Okay.” she shortly muttered, finishing the last of the amber liquid by pouring it down her throat. She wiped her lips before standing up, aware of the dull throbbing that had started to grow between her legs. Her eyes fixated on you whilst you arose, dusting down your attire before taking your bottle with you. It wasn’t even halfway done, but still your step slightly flailed as the two of you  walked across the muddy road towards the hotel.

The room available was far from clean but you didn’t expect anything better from Valentine. After all, this settlement was full of mongrels, loudmouths and outlaws. You counted yourself among them. 

Kicking off your boots and placing them by the fire was not that difficult of a task, but it was the buttons of your shirt that you had to undo that proved to be harder than you thought. 

“What was it you wanted to tell me?” Sadie said, her voice smaller than you’d ever heard her speak. You stood up, blouse halfway unbuttoned, pacing towards her before playfully knocking her hat off her head. A lazy smile spread over your face as you brought your face closer to hers.

Sadie’s breath hitched in her throat as she felt your hand go up to her braid, undoing the small band that held it together. “Mrs Adler,” you murmured, pressing a small kiss on her jaw. “I’ve been wanting to do something for a while now. If you will have me, that is.” Her eyes fluttered shut while your nimble fingers tugged the strands of blonde hair apart, letting it fall over her shoulders in tiny waves.

“So, what do you say?” 

“I have never done such things to a woman before.” 

“I know, and we can stop at any time.” Sadie seemed to think for a moment, hand rubbing her collarbones in a nervous manner. Her often confident appearance had been replaced by a woman which you barely recognized.

“Okay.” Sadie said, and it was enough to have you lean up to kiss her on the lips. She was slightly taller than you, so you took the front of her shirt and pulled her a little downwards. Tilting your head, you let your tongue slip into her mouth, enjoying the taste of beer mixed in with her saliva. Her lips were softer than you had imagined, and Sadie’s opinion was all the same;

The feel of kissing another woman was something wholly unfamiliar to the widow, but she was liking it more than she’d ever admit. You knew exactly what you were doing, from the gentle nips on her bottom lip to the way your fingers undid the buttons of her shirt - you had less trouble with those than with your own.

You pushed her blouse off her shoulders, revealing that she was indeed wearing nothing underneath, and the kerchief around her neck now fell almost adorably between her plump breasts. They weren’t big, nor small, just perfect to nuzzle your face against or suckle on when you felt the need. Speaking of which, you yearned for a taste.

Looking up at her, you moved your face down, pressing a kiss between the mounds of flesh before taking one of her nipples into your mouth. She softly gasped and for a moment you didn’t know if it was from pleasure or regret, but her eyes spoke volumes altogether, as did the hardness of the bud rolling around against your tongue now; she was loving it. 

Women know how to please each other, Sadie thought to herself when you switched sides, continuing your journey of sucking on the rosy nipple. Her hands stroked through your (h/c) locks softly, much like a mother nursing a child, but you didn’t mind. You liked the way her nails softly scraped your scalp while you carefully pecked at her skin, kissing the skin of her breast intimately.

Soon enough, you pushed her back onto the bed, kneeling down between her legs to undo her of the remaining clothes she wore - a pair of tight pants. The anticipation in your bodies seemed the whole ordeal to be long and tiresome, but after a few firm tugs, it was off her legs.

Sadie was shamefully wet, her underwear not enough to conceal the moisture that stained her entrance. It had traveled to her thighs, staining the duvet she was sitting on. Flustered, she nearly let her hands wander down to cover herself, but a gentle kiss on her knee was all it took for her to let go of all her fear.

“Fuck.” she cussed quietly as you keened your face into her neck, sprawling your body next to hers in a way so she could press her back against your front. You were still very clothed, but you didn’t pay it too much attention. For now, Sadie mattered most.

You moved her leg upwards so you had a better access to her mound, which was dripping. Easing her underwear away from her entrance, you were quick to put the soaked cloth in your mouth, tasting her essence. You softly moaned at the flavor before you trailed your hand down, able to finally pry apart her folds.

For a woman that had been married for a while, she was surprisingly tight as you slipped a finger in. Perhaps it was the lack of touch in the past few months, you wondered while burying your head into her neck. A soft groan left the blonde’s throat, relishing in the feeling of another digit being added. Soon enough, you were starting to finger her in a steady, pleasurable pace. Her legs quivered at the feeling of you fondling her clit with your thumb, circling it around the bud of nerves whilst your teeth softly nibbled at her ear. 

“Holy fuck, right there (Y/n)!” Sadie whined, leaning her naked body into you a bit tighter. Of course you knew what you were doing to her - the way she trembled and writhed against you and clenched around your fingers was enough to make you aware. Amidst the sweat and dull blur of your previous alcohol intake, your own mound started to throb with a lack of touch - you knew what you wanted to do, something you had rarely done before, and despite the position being slightly uncomfortable, you wanted to do it nevertheless.

You withdrew your fingers from the beautiful outlaw’s depths, causing her to whimper at the loss of touch. “Don’t touch yourself, baby.” you murmured, pressing a quick kiss upon her forehead. 

It took way too long for you to take off your clothes, Sadie thought, but the constant knowledge that you would soon be back to pleasure her was enough. Your breasts bounced as they fell from your shirt and the smell that emitted from your soaked cunt was unlike something Sadie had ever witnessed before - it clouded her senses and caused her to inhale deeply. With a smile, you dangled your panties in front of her nose. “There is more where that came from,” you explained, “But for now, you can suck on these.”

She didn’t let you tell her that another time, eager to take your underwear into her mouth. The taste was amazing and your naked body was absolutely breathtaking. Sadie’s eyes widened as you moved to sit close to her, swinging one of your legs over hers, positioning yourself in such a way that the heat of your pussy warmed hers. The blonde outlaw let out a small moan, muffled by the fabric of your briefs. 

Lowering yourself onto her mound, you let out a breath of relief, along with something that represented a moan. It had been too long that your cunt was aligned with someone else’s, and Sadie was gorgeous sprawled out like that, blonde hair spread over the pillow messily.

You whipped your head to the side so your (h/c) locks were over one shoulder, making you able to look at her properly. Slowly, you started to circle your pussy against hers, folds rubbing together in a way that made your entire thighs sticky within seconds. Sadie whimpered at the feeling, arching her back towards you as your clits pressed together, making her see stars.

“Fuck, (Y/n)! Damn, that feels good!” You smiled at her, increasing the pace of your movements. The heat was nice and you chewed your lip, watching her breasts bounce up and down with your motions. It was clear to Sadie that you had done this before and she loved it. 

For a moment, you looked down at your pussies tangled together like that, along with the swell of your clitorises, delicious enough to nearly cum from the sight alone. But the moment wasn’t there just yet. Among the brace of your body against hers, hands wrapping around her calf to keep her leg right where it was, you increased the speed of your grinding. 

Sadie shuddered underneath you, curses slipping past her lips. Why hadn’t you done this earlier, you managed to think within the haze of a building orgasm, toes curling at the sight of the blonde outlaw murmuring on the mattress, hands momentarily resting on her breasts before she put them onto you.

She was loud and wanton, but what else was new? The bed creaked under the roughness of your motions, chasing rapidly after your high and hers. Oh, this was a new kind of high, and you wondered if it would be this delightful if experienced completely sober.

“Oh, fuck me!” Sadie cried out, back arching and breath shivering in a way that indicated her nearing orgasm. You stilled the movement of your cunt against her, instead choosing to rub your clits against each other instead. 

And amidst the knotting of your stomach, the jolts shooting through the pleasurable nub as it pressed against Sadie’s beautiful rosy pussy, you found your high alongside the blonde. You moaned out loud, volume high enough to be heard outside, but Sadie could even top your noise.

The squeal that left her was high pitched and dripped with lust. Her body was trembling violently, as if it was in a complete state of shock. Even when you had removed your own mound from hers, she was still shaking like a straw. 

“Shit... Fuck... That was good. That was incredible.” Sadie managed to get out, hands resting on her abdomen, unfazed by the feeling of your mixed juices running down her thighs. 

You laid next to her, putting an arm around the outlaw. She was the little spoon tonight, but you were sure she wouldn’t mind. In silence, you let yourselves become calm again, causing you to wonder if there would ever be another of those encounters.

You got your answer soon enough; “Thank you, (Y/n). We should definitely do that again soon.” Sadie whispered, turning around in your arms.

Even though there were no i-love-you’s, no expressed feelings of romance towards each other, no made statements if this relationship was purely meant to be friends-with-benefits, you didn’t care for now.

Right now, you just relished in the moment, inhaling the scent of the afterglow mixed in with Sadie’s personal flavor, still lingering on your tongue. The widow fell asleep next to you, and once more, you yearned for the moment that you could taste her again, but sober - perhaps.