#IF I DON'T DISTRACT MYSELF MY MIND IS GOING TO WANDER AGAIN.

[alazyparallelworld]

man. fuck. shit. yeah. can't articulate the 'felt' beyond the primal 'god, goddammit, that's how it is. that's my pain'

[peachesofteal]

how’s clover going to manage that conversation next time she goes into his office..

or will she even go again?

also i think dr riley is so interesting as a character already.. i need to take a little look in your brain for a bit bc whatever’s cooking up there is good shit

psych au - 18+ - tw for mental health, ptsd, extreme suicidal ideation, Clover is a mess. Dr Riley crosses a line. Part One / Part Two / Part Three

You're kind of stuck to the floor, surrounded by beige walls, and beige carpet, the waiting room's obnoxious brown beige clock ticking on the wall.

All of it feels very loud.

You took the train again today, and stepped closer to the yellow line. You stepped over it, even, too aware of the man to your left's gaze, his beady, nervous unblinking eyes, calculating what exactly were you trying to do.

Yeah, kid. What exactly are you trying to do?

It crosses your mind again, for more than a split second this time. Throwing yourself onto the tracks. Closing your eyes. Letting your head go quiet, finally. No one talks about how easy it is. How they just come and scrape you up, load what’s left into a black bag, and clean up the scene. One second, one decision, and you’d be gone, eyes closed, mind empty.

No one would blame you. Another service member with PTSD. What a surprise.

"And did you hear what happened? I wouldn't be able to live with myself after that, either."

It's bad now. It's gotten worse. Therapy was supposed to help but you're not made for civilian life. You're not supposed to be here, and you've tried saying it over and over until you're blue in the face, but Dr. Riley doesn't budge. He asks you trust him, but you don’t know how. You can't think here. Can't sleep here. You close your eyes and feel fire, hear screams. The best you can do is go to the gym for hours and try to work yourself into exhaustion.

You sit in the chair with your feet flat on the floor, and try to breathe.

The shame, the stupidity of the other night is pressing against you, boxing you into a corner, burning you alive from the inside out. You’ve tried to blot it clean, black it out, but the single second of his lips on your lingers like an infection in your blood.

You didn't want him. You don't. He just... understands you. Makes you feel seen. It's his job. You're getting it mixed up.

Or-

You do want him. You do so badly it’s heavy, sticky in the air like summer heat.

Each time the second hand ticks, your skin itches. It burns. Something prickles. You're not trying to breathe, you're holding your breath.

You can't do this.

You're up and beelining for the door before you can talk yourself out of it. You can't do this.

"Clover." A firm voice calls from across the lobby, and you freeze. Stomach knotted in dread, you find him holding the office’s hallway door open. "My office."

It's first time you've heard him issue a command, and you can't help your response.

You snap to.

He settles in the chair across from the couch, laptop balanced on his thighs. He’s wearing dark khakis of some kind, and they stretch over his quads, long sleeve navy blue shirt tight across his chest. It’s… distracting.

You look away. Pointedly.

"I-"

"You will never put yourself in danger like that again." He grits, and you slowly blink. "You wandered off from a bar, in the middle of the night, nearly too plastered to stand. I asked you to stay put, and you-"

“Disobeyed a direct order?” You volunteer cheekily, his eyes narrowing.

“This isn’t a fuckin’ joke.” The curse straightens your spine into a steel rod.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… do any of that.” Your head hangs in shame, tears fighting their way through your control, your efforts to smother them, tamp down your emotions.

“I know,” his voice is soft, a blanket, a balm, and you close your eyes. “You’re going through something very difficult Clover. I don’t fault you for anything you’ve done.” The forgiveness doesn’t settle like you want it to, acrid in your throat, bile churning in your stomach as you try to digest it. Why? What did you want in its place?

Something else.

Even now, with him across from you, your heart trills like a hummingbird’s. It’s confusing, it hurts. You think of the yellow line, the one meant to forbid you from stepping to closer to the tracks.

The couch dips on your left, weight compressing the cushion, a large, heavy thigh just an inch from yours.“Can you tell me what you’re thinking about?”

Can you?

“I want to go home.” You whisper it away, trying to lessen the strain on your heart. “I don’t… I’m sorry, I should have cancelled. I’m not feeling very good.” Fingertips graze your shoulder. You rocket to your feet.

He stands and latches onto your wrist before you can step away. “Sit down.”

“I-“

“It’s not a request. Sit. Down.” He’s turned towards you now, crack in the cushions between your bodies, but he still holds your wrist. “I want to help you.” He says softly, holding your gaze without wilting. “But you have to let me, I can’t do it unless you meet me halfway.”

“I’m trying.”

“Are you? How long have you been drinking like that?” Shit. You turn your face away from him, blinking at an empty spot on the wall.

A palm presses to the back of your neck, his signature heat bleeding through cell and bone, shooting straight to your heart. The sliver of a wolf, a predator, gleams in his eyes again, for the first time since your first session, but this time it’s tempered with silk, easy calm, vibrating from him to you.

You stare at him. Dissect the scars, the fault lines, the weathered tissue, torn open and healed anew.

Healed. A novel concept. A foreign idea, so far away you don’t know what it looks like.

The hand at your neck slips away with a sigh. “Clover, listen. Normally in this situation… we’d assign you a new provider. We’ve crossed a serious professional boundary, and the appropriate thing would be for me to remove myself from your care team.”

“Wait… no. I mean, you didn’t do anything. It w-was me, it was my fault.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m your doctor, I’m the one in a position of power here. What happened-“

“I’m sorry.” Your vision goes blurry with tears. “I’m sorry, I was just d-drunk and I didn’t know what I was doing,” you’re gasping, lungs soaked with salt, despair, panic rife and cleaving through your chest, “I didn’t mean to, I messed up, I didn’t- I didn’t mean- captain, I-“ the height of your hysteria is turning dark, dredging up the things you tried to buried, the images you’ve tucked inside a black box and dropped to the bottom of an ocean. Suddenly, you can’t breathe. He’s talking to you, you can hear it, but the words don’t make sense, the scrape of your breathing too loud.

“You’re in my office Clover. You’re with me.” You shake your head, but it does nothing to calm you. “Try to breathe.”

“C-can’t.”

“Okay. Try to ground yourself. Tell me your name.” You spit it out, first and last, but it doesn’t help. Everything feels like too much. His fists clench, flexing open and shut, cords of muscle flexing before he grits something sharp under his breath and reaches.

He hooks you into his body, guiding you forward by the back of your head until your nose is in his neck and all you can feel, all you can see, or smell is him. It takes its toll, slowing your heart rate, breaths settling into a shaky pace in time with his, and you register the thumb stroking small circles against your neck, his nose in your hair.

“Just breathe.”

[misc-obeyme]

To my surprise, nobody sent me a prompt for Lucifer for Kinktober. I don't mind, that means I got to choose. But I was surprised that he was the character that didn't get a submission!

Anyway, I decided to try writing voice kink for this one. Lucifer just has that deep voice, you know what I mean? I dunno, it felt like a good choice.

I maaaayyyy have gotten a little carried away. It ended up kinda long. Also do I maybe have a thing for MC getting it on with demons at RAD? Nope. Definitely not. The only other time I wrote about MC getting sexy at RAD, it happened with an angel. Satan in the library doesn't count, that's like a given.

ANYWAY. Here it is, hopefully it's not too terrible lol. I really need to work on my confidence in my smut writing.

KINKTOBER 2023

GN!MC x Lucifer

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: voice kink, semi-public, fingering (reader receiving)

You wandered the halls of RAD alone, on your way to class. You were a little early, so you were taking your time. The other students moved past you, everyone absorbed in their own lives, not paying you any attention. For once there were no demons by your side. You would see them in class, but you happened to have this moment to yourself.

That is, until your D.D.D. began to ring.

You pulled it out of your pocket and looked at the screen. It was Lucifer. What could he want? You knew he didn't have a class right then. He usually spent this time working in the student council room.

You answered it. "Hello?"

"Where are you right now, MC?"

You frowned. "I'm in the hall at RAD on my way to class. Do you need me?"

"Yes." Lucifer's voice had dropped nearly an entire octave. "I find myself fully distracted by thoughts of you and I can't get anything done. I need you here so that I can make you come in real life rather than just in my mind."

The depth of his voice, the rumble of need beneath his words, sent electricity through your veins. You managed to side step a small group of students, moving quickly to the wall, certain that anyone would be able to see the flush that was now on your face.

"Lucifer," you hissed into the phone. "Couldn't you have chosen a better time to say that to me?"

You heard a smug chuckle. "Consider yourself excused from class. Meet me in the student council room."

You didn't even have a chance to argue with him because he had hung up. You stared at your D.D.D. in disbelief. While it was certainly like Lucifer to be bossy, it wasn't like him to condone skipping class. But there had been something undeniable in his voice, something that still made you shiver a little.

You considered going to class anyway. He couldn't actually be upset with you about it, since that was the responsible thing to do. But it was too late for you now and he likely knew it. He knew what saying that to you in that deep voice of his would do.

You quickly made your way to the student council room, the halls thinning of people as you did so. Classes began and soon enough you were completely alone.

You paused before the door to the student council room. This location was also an unusual choice for Lucifer. Was he really that desperate?

You opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dark. Why were the lights off?

"MC."

You nearly jumped, but before you could turn around, there were arms around your waist. You felt Lucifer leaning in, his lips right beside your ear.

"Now that you're here, let us waste no time."

You shivered. But you also weren't about to let him get what he wanted so easily. You turned around in his arms and tugged on the jacket of his uniform. "What has gotten into you?" you asked, breathless. "It isn't like you to be so… needy."

Lucifer huffed and you could tell he was annoyed. You could only barely see him in the darkness of the room, but you recognized his familiar frown. "You say that as though it isn't your fault."

"My fault?" you demanded, but you didn't get anything else out because Lucifer had turned you around again. His hand was already down the front of your waistband, inching ever closer to your heat.

"I try to keep myself in check, MC," he said quietly in your ear. "Especially here at RAD. But there are times when I can't hold back. When I need you more than I need anything else in the three worlds. Would you deny me?"

His voice had lowered again, his desire causing it to become almost heavy.

You considered it. You knew that if you said no right now, Lucifer would let you go. That he would reign himself in, watch you leave the room and get to class, late though you may be.

You might have done that. But the truth was that Lucifer was just as much at fault as you were. And he knew it, too. He knew exactly what to do to make you crazy.

"As long as we're clear about whose fault this really is," you said.

Lucifer kissed the back of your neck. "You're right. I take full responsibility."

You were about to ask for that in writing when Lucifer's creeping hand finally found its way between your legs. You gasped at the feel of him, a gently teasing touch that made you want him even more.

"All I want is to make you feel good," Lucifer said, his voice still in that low register. The way he had you pressed against him allowed you to feel the vibration in his chest. "I don't believe that is too much to ask for."

You couldn't respond with anything other than a moan because Lucifer's fingers were moving more vigorously now, steadily increasing their speed and pressure. You pushed back into him because you weren't sure you could remain standing. Your hands clutched at his arms where they wrapped around you so securely.

"Ah," you gasped out. "L-Lucifer…"

"Come for me, MC," Lucifer said. It was practically a growl, one that you could feel in your own chest.

You let out a strangled sound, trying to keep yourself quiet here in the darkened student council room, as you came in Lucifer's arms. He held you tightly, keeping you on your feet, his lips on your neck as you squeezed your fingers into his arms.

It took you a moment to catch your breath and steady yourself. You leaned on Lucifer as you did so, heart fluttering as you relished the gentle kisses he left on your skin. When he finally pulled his hand out of your uniform, you twisted around in his arms again. You made him suck in a breath by putting your hand on his obvious erection.

You smiled up at him in the dimness of the room. "Your turn."

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[messylustt]

KAJXJSJX HOBIE WITH “ you look like you’ve got something to say ” & “ kiss me again ”

talk to my cold lips — hobie brown. heheehe. i need him. like need him. bad.

you were pressing your lips together, tucking your knees up to try and create some warmth for yourself. the air was chilled, your closed window not doing as much as you'd hoped. "you could at least let yourself have a blanket." hobie's voice drifts into the living room, him having crashed the night before.

you lean your head back, rubbing the goosebump covered skin of your shins with rolled down sleeves, creating some much needed friction. "couldn't be bothered." you mutter back, eyes now closed as the cold air tinges your cheeks and nose.

hobie scoffs. and that's when you feel something large and fluffy land right atop your body. opening your eyes you caught sight of the blanket now draped over you, making you shift your gaze to hobie. he's taken a seat beside you. "is that my jumper?" you ask, brows furrowing.

hobie looks down at his body before looking to you. "and is tha’ a blanket i so kindly got for ya?"

despite his words you hug the blanket tighter, looking away, and making him chuckle. "yeah, hobie, thanks mate." he sarcastically states for you.

"i don't say 'mate'." you reply. "yeah ya do." hobie shoots back, shifting slightly on the couch, as he faces you, fingers tapping at his knee.

"when have i ever said 'mate'?" you scoff. "jus' yesterday." hobie's lips curve up in a lazy smirk. "yesterday, really?"

"yeah...in ya sleep." hobie shrugs, hand now having moved to fiddle with the edge of your blanket. "oh." you mockingly say, faking understanding. "right, of course." you lean back against the couch again, shutting your eyes.

"you do realise that would mean that you watched me sleep." you mutter, only earning his lazy tone of denial.

"nah. you just happen to be a very loud talker." when you look back over to him unimpressed his smirk has widened as he looks up at you from under his lashes.

you're caught momentarily, your gaze taking note of his own. you don't mean to let your eyes drop but they do, also taking note of his creamy looking skin, almost glowing in the chilled air, the grey sky outside only forcing him to stand out more. soon your eyes stop on his lips, freshly coated in his spit. you find yourself gulping, unsure.

unbeknownst to you, hobie's gaze also had begun to wander. the only difference being that it had begun all of last night too. things were normal. you offered your place, he accepted, so on, so on. but he'd caught himself staying trapped in eyeing your legs...your waist...your chest...only brief moments could he look at your face until you felt his gaze and turned. leaving him to act distracted in something far more bland than you.

but now, as you met his gaze, he didn't look away, his fingers fiddling with the blanket slowly drawing it closer. "you look like you’ve got something to say." he says, as you notice the blanket's shift.

"you're stealing my blanket." you say a little too quietly. but thats when you feel something else getting tugged. along with the blanket, hobie's fingers found the edge of your shirt. your breathing hitched as you were forced to move along the couch towards him.

soon he's draped part of the blanket over himself, both your legs touching. you gulp, licking your dry lips. you blame the cold. "well? do ya have something to say?"

you go to shake your head, feeling the slightest brush of his fingertips under the blanket, but you stop. "i do actually."

"oh?" his gaze has been a little too focused lower down on your face, him now taking note of your freshly wet lips. "i was going to keep the blanket. for myself."

hobie lazily tilts his head, clear amusement evident in his fluttering gaze. "uh huh."

"and now you've...taken it. so, if you don't mind i'll just..." you go to grab the edge of the blanket that rests over his hips, but this forces you close, hobie's back and forth mind halting as his senses heighten at the proximity.

you go to say something more, along the lines of "even if you did get me the blanket, you are wearing my nice jumper — " but you can barely finish the sentence before hobie's fingers are gripping your shirt tighter, using his free hand to bring you in by the back of your neck, as his lips meet yours.

your body reacts in a mix of a jolt and a stiffen, shock emanating from you. but hobie's tongue glides along your lower lip eagerly, drawing you in impossibly closer as he moves against your mouth.

you find yourself slowly kissing back, his persistent hands creating warm friction against your body, as he grins against your lips. you have to catch your breath, but as you draw back a fraction, mind dazed and core heated, muttering a "hobie..." he's drawing you back in, murmuring against your now open mouth "kiss me again," as he wraps his full lips around your bottom, sucking. teeth and tongues, eager and oh very willing.

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[cherrychilli]

Slip of the Tongue

A mini series I 18+ I Enemies to lovers

Chapter one

Eddie Munson, AFAB reader, neighbor! reader.

Reader and Eddie are the same age - she's in College and he's repeating his senior year once again.

Chapter Summary: You discover that Eddie's been practicing a very interesting new trick on his guitar, one which he offers to use on you under the guise of giving you some much needed stress relief.

A/N: Listen, series scare the shit out of me but I'm trying to challenge myself with a tiny one. I kind of already feel like I'm biting off more than I can chew but I'm going to give it my best shot.

Inspired by those clips of Steve Vai and Jimi Hendrix. ifkyk.

Chapter warnings: Nothing explicit this chapter. Some suggestive stuff but the real smut begins next chapter, so if you want more you better let me know!

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

He's doing it again. Of course he's doing it again.

You tilt your head forward, forehead dropping into your hands. Heatedly, you mutter your annoyance under your breath, thumbs rubbing at throbbing temples and eyes squeezing shut when the music picks up to an ear ringing volume.

Eddie Munson took sick pleasure in riling you up – you were certain of that given how he only ever seemed to plug in his guitar when it was time for you to study your coursework, wrecking your concentration and making your temper skyrocket with a kind of ease only he was capable of.

For years, you’d taken issue with the fact that your trailer neighbored his own, your bedroom becoming an echo chamber for every blaring chord progression and heavily distorted guitar riff that strummed out from Eddie's open window.

And as always, you felt the need to make your displeasure known.

Abandoning your textbooks, you hastily shove your shoes on to stomp over next door. You knew from painful experience that it was best to head behind the Munson’s trailer and approach Eddie’s bedroom window than to pound on the front door, the sound of his playing almost always too loud for him to notice your knocking.

Trampling over the patchy, dry lawn that lay between your homes, you made your way across, rounding the corner and striding up to the open window, fuming with thoughts of what you’d yell at him this time when you caught sight of the metalhead.

As expected, he's rocking out in the center of his unruly bedroom. No doubt having tuned the rest of the world out, channeling so much of his wild, boundless energy into his playing.

His mop of dark messy curls aren't tied back today, allowed to sway, tumble and whip around his face as he played to an audience of some devilish looking posters and a couple figurines that stood on his crowded desk, probably a part of that fantasy game he's always going on about.

He's dressed in grey sweats that hang low around his hips and a ratty old band tee that tended to ride up, you couldn't help but notice.

‘At least he’s got clothes on today’, you thought to yourself mirthlessly, only a touch thankful for the silver lining of not having to confront him while he's shirtless or in his boxers again. Not that he’d ever minded you seeing him like that before.

Your last encounter with Eddie was one you hoped to soon forget, cringing because he'd caught your gaze wandering when you came over to reprimand him for the noise again, becoming noticeably distracted by his bare chest and the tattoos adorning it.

You don't know how it happened, only that you fell into a sort of daze when your eyes slipped lower to follow the slope of his pale tummy, leading to the sparse trail of dark hair which thickened below his belly button and disappeared underneath the waistband of his boxers.

D'you want a picture or something, darling?, he'd quipped, growing even more pleased with himself when your face turned hot and the embarrassment of getting caught had you stuttering out the first thing you could manage.

"F-fuck off, Munson", you spit back and retreated awkwardly, the sound of his barking laughter as you did so ringing in your ears long after you made it back into your room and hid underneath your blankets for a good hour.

Yeah, that was hard to live down. As was trying to expunge the image of Eddie's unclothed torso from your mind.

Most times he could anticipate your arrival, like a lightning storm only he could forecast but this time he hasn’t seemed to noticed you yet, tongue pinched between his lips in concentration while his fingers travelled skillfully over the ebony fretboard of his guitar.

Watching him play like that sometimes made you think that if he hadn't plagued you for half your life with all of his antics, you might have admitted that he was good musician - that he had talent most people didn't care to acknowledge and maybe even go so far as to say that you found it impressive that he’d managed teach himself how to play in lieu of any lessons.

But you weren’t about to sing Eddie Munson's praises. Not when he was seconds away from making you pop a vein.

Taking a deep breath in, you prepared yourself to start the unpleasant cycle of bickering with your neighbor once again, hoping against hope that, at the very least, it'll be a short exchange this time.

“Ed-"

You meant to catch his attention with a single shout but the heated call flattens on your tongue in an instant, heart beat kicking up as you watch what he does next.

He lifts his treasured Warlock and you're half afraid for him when he casually flips the front of the instrument towards his face, its angular design and jagged edges enough to worry you even when he played on it the regular way.

But it's when his tongue stretches out, long and slick like a serpent, that things start to feel...hazy. Speechlessly, you stare as he slides it along one of the guitar's six strings, following the length of it from near the bottom of the fretboard while his left hand continued to flit over the strings by the neck, creating harmonics in a way you’d never thought was possible before.

Are my palms sweating?

The sound begins to shift again and your eyes bulge when he slides his tongue back down, flicking and picking the guitar strings by the tip of it with more speed and dexterity than you'd thought was possible, his fingers continuing to move seamlessly to hold down every note.

Eyes closed (and there was no chance of you letting that happen) there was no way you could've told the difference than if he’d been playing with his fingers all along, the sound just as sharp and crisp as as every time before.

It's filthy, bordering on vulgar the way he’s moving the silky pink muscle so expertly, so much so that it makes you feel like you're intruding, peeping in on something that only happened behind closed doors.

But that gnawing feeling isn't anywhere near enough to make you stop looking. Your gaze stays planted firmly on Eddie's mouth, the sight making your head crowd with static and your belly swirl with heat. Your thighs had been clamped together too, you realize, a sickening realization dawning over you when they rub together, registering the dampness pooling between them underneath your skirt.

Oh my god…am I w-?

And just as abruptly as the realization had sunk in, the song ends. Deafening silence returns to your shared corner of the trailer park when Eddie sets the guitar back down to hang by the strap fixed over his shoulder, eyes flicking to you as if he'd known all along that you'd been standing there, gawking at him.

"So, what do you think? pretty good, right? been working on it for weeks", he pants out, chest rising and falling softly with each labored breath.

Somehow, this feels so much worse than when he caught you staring the last time.

With luck, you're able to shake yourself out of your trance like state, round eyes narrowing in preparation to berate him as originally intended

"Fucking hell, Eddie would you keep it down? I'm trying to study!", you agonize, scrambling to find your fury again.

But your tone doesn’t seem to bother him, it rarely ever did. So he leans through the open window, elbows resting on the window pane, eyeing you up and down all amused.

"You look stressed", he observes, and it's the flippant way in which he does it that ticks you off, with the kind of lopsided smile you’d often described as annoying. For the most part because he’d almost always done something to that effect before flashing you one.

"I am", you confirm with an acidic glare, hoping he couldn't tell how frazzled his little performance had left you.

"And you're not helping so knock it off"

Turning on your heel, you're desperate to retreat back to your place for a reprieve, heart hammering inside your chest when he calls out to you again.

"I could help you relax, y'know"

The way he says it makes you pause, like he's about to let you in on a secret.

Your skin prickles with goosebumps. "I'm not buying weed from you Eddie", you answer back over your shoulder, trying to look unimpressed as you attempt to turn him down.

"I wouldn't charge", the boy winks at you without missing a beat, undeterred by your cold attitude and you hate that his persistence makes your face feel hot.

"But that's not what I was going to suggest"

"Oh?"

You turn around to face him again, intrigue building.

He takes a moment to scan you thoughtfully, brows furrowing, almost as if he's weighing the outcomes of what might happen if he were to continue.

"You liked what you saw, right?", his brown eyes flicked down to his guitar and back up to you in quick reference to what you were hoping to avoid.

The mention of what you'd witnessed him doing with his tongue brings that hot, sticky feeling sitting at the base of your stomach back in full force, alarm bells ringing in your head.

"What does that have to do with anything?", you ask cautiously, realizing a second too late that you’ve only confirmed his suspicion.

"Well..."

Eddie curls a finger up at you, rings glinting in the sunlight, beckoning you closer and for some reason you actually oblige, stepping up to his window until you’re only a foot apart from one another.

Low and throaty, he whispers to you. "I can do a lot more with my tongue than just shred on my guitar", flicking the muscle salaciously between his lips like a viper ready to strike.

It should revolt you, watching the crude gesture courtesy of the bane next door, the implication behind it enough to make your skin crawl.

So why doesn't it?

Why does it make you want to leap at him and close the distance between the two of you, hungry to feel his tongue against your own?

"You're disgusting", you tell him instead in an attempt to deflect, voice wavering through the lie.

But he's too astute to be fooled now. "And you like it", he counters easily.

"So are you going to cut the bullshit and climb in here or what?"

You stare at the hand he holds out to you and before you can think to just walk away, before you can pull yourself together and stifle the roaring fire inside lapping at your bones, your fingers have found their way to his.

[astroels]

Pretty girl

E.Williams x Reader

Cw: weed usage, making out, bad flirting, Ellie gets eaten out and fingered, reader thigh rides and gets fingered, use of soft/sweet pet names, supposed to be lovey dovey sex, their first time, porn with some plot, tit sucking, Ellie is a little awkward

Wc: 3.3k

A/n: inspired by the song nuts, also using this as an excuse to imagine a high fuck with Ellie to make myself feel better, and sweet so I can feel the love, feel free to leave criticism, first time writing smut like this :)

I'm making this with how I imagine her in Jackson before everything traumatizing happens in tlou2

MDNI +18

-

The invite from Dina earlier on about sneaking past midnight to hangout with her, Jesse, and Ellie wandered through your mind all day. You knew it was probably just to get Ellie distracted from Dina and Jesse basically eye fucking each other the whole time. But then again, knowing weed came with the package was convincing enough. You needed the reliever and who knows? maybe you and Ellie could connect further than greetings and her helping out when you struggled.

-

Upon your arrival, Dina guided you into a basement with a small L-shaped couch. It definitely wasn't any of their houses. You assumed it was just a hideout. "Let me go grab everything real quick." She let out a friendly wink to you and left you with Jesee and Ellie. Standing around awkwardly was going to be the death of you, so you decided to take a seat next to Ellie, which happened to be the corner that formed the L, considering Dina would be snuggled with Jesse on the other side. As you sat, Ellie gave you a welcoming smile and focused her attention back to Jesse as he spoke.

"Never took you for the type to smoke," Jesse let out while fixing his sitting position to lay back further. "Just need the relief today, that's all." Jesse nodded with an upside down grin to show his approval. But you can't help but notice the smirk he gives Ellie with raised eyebrows after, and the way she just hides her smile at the gesture. It feels like they know something you don't, perhaps just an inside joke.

Dina comes seconds later with two joints. Were those to share? Surely one was for her and Jesse, that left you and Ellie having to share it. Rather intimate for someone you didn't know well, but fuck it, you were here already. "Here ya go." Dina gently threw the lighter at Ellie while giving you your joint. "Hope you don't mind sharing, only got two from last patrol." Ellie and you both looked at each other at the same time for an answer. Both of you awkwardly laughed, "yeah, t's alright." Ellie said as she gestured you to come closer, patting the spot next to her.

Jesse lit the joint while it laid on Dina's lips; Eyeing them both, Ellie turned to you with one of her smirks and the childish fire in her eyes, "Wanna try that?" Of course you did, the thought of it felt so intimate, it made your heart beat fast. "Yeah, yeah," you said as you quickly placed the joint between your lips.

Ellie watched you intently, never letting go of her focus on you. After she saw you put your hand back down, Ellie held your jaw with her hand to keep it steady as she turned on the lighter with her other. "This alright?" She asked in such a gentle voice, you swear you were feeling butterflies in your stomach. Her touch felt like fire you'd been waiting for her to ignite this whole time. You felt yourself get warm, but there was a fire in front of you after all. You simply let out a, mhm, and she lit it.

You inhaled, taking in the strong aroma of it. Turning away from Ellie, you exhaled, feeling the breathe of your lungs leaving. After the first drag, you passed it to Ellie as Jesse spoke. "So, uh," Jesse gestered his head towards Ellie, "Saw you talking to Cat earlier this week." Ellie started coughing, the air of the joint getting stuck in her lungs. Dina gave Jesse an unsure stare as Ellie talked. "Yeah, she uhm, wanted to give me some of my stuff back." Ellie quickly took another drag after her words.

You found yourself growing curious of her relationship with Cat. You were never too deep in their circle, so word never got to you. As she passed you the joint, you spoke before inhaling. "Were you guys anything serious?" This was your opportunity to finally break in and see if you stood a chance with her, before you thought about falling too hard. You began to inhale once she started talking. "Yeah, I'd like to think so," Ellie nodded her head along with her words. You passed the joint to Ellie as Dina spoke.

Dina, noticing the tense atmosphere, pitched in jokingly, "Well if you ever break my heart, you're never getting anything back." She grinned towards Jesse after her remark. "How about, I just never give you anything from now on," He grinned even wider, raising his brows to make his comment feel light. "Rude." Dina jokingly smacked him, telling him he'd better not. Those two got along so well with their jokes, you just wondered how long they'd be fine this time, knowing their relationship. "Well how about you." He gestered his eyes towards you. "You ever been in anything serious?"

"Not really no, not much time to think about that sorta stuff." Both Jesse and Dinna nodded in understanding. You breathed in the smoke again, waiting for the nerves to start releasing from your body. You looked at Ellie to see her reaction, see if any part of her wanted you. Just as you thought she wasn't going to say anything, she went ahead. "Ever think about it?" Passing her the joint, your fingers brushed against hers, both of you making eye contact. It was now or never to give her a hint. "I've had my eye on someone."

Jesse and Dina being the instigators they are, gave each other sneaky smirks and agreed it was their time to go. "Alright, well, I think we should be going." Jesse stood as Dina put out their joint. "Got patrol in the morning, and this one," He looks at Dina, "is a horrible morning riser." Both you and Ellie laugh at his comment, nodding to their departure. Before Dina makes her way out she says Jesse is the actual horrid riser, in redemption.

-

After they are both gone, a silence falls between you and Ellie. You don't want to leave just yet, you still haven't left your stresses behind and find odd comfort in Ellie's presence. Could be the weed, but it felt so good. Clearing your throat quickly, you speak "So, uhm, I still have some time to kill." You tilt your head, looking at her. "If you do?" You said in a questioning tone. Ellie looked up to meet your eyes too, taking the joint from you. "Yeah, I do." Her voice came out raspy. You loved the tune of her voice, the way it filled your ears made you feel high alone.

Starting to lose nerves, you're able to relax and be more forward with Ellie while talking. It's all you've needed all night. "Are you usually this quiet?" You ask Ellie in genuine curiosity. You'd thought that she was really out going with how you saw her joke around. Ellie let's out a wonky smile, tilting her head, "Only around pretty girls." In turn, you smiled at her after exhaling the smoke from the drag you took. Ellie's confidence seemed to boost; The weed was finally letting things come out. Passing her the joint, you look her in the eyes, "You're not too bad yourself, babe." Calling people babe had become a habit, a bad one.

Ellie's facial expression quickly goes from shocked to a smirk. God, you loved that smirk. "Babe, huh?" Ellie moved herself closer to you, inhaling and exhaling from the joint, one last time. "Babe fits you pretty well," you replied, moving close and tilting your head. Without question, she put out the joint on the tray that laid on the coffee table. Eyeing the way the muscles on her arm moved with her tattoo made you feel warm. You bet they'd feel as good as they looked. Ellie caught you staring, which made her move her arms more consciously, aware of your stare.

Not knowing what to say next, Ellie scoots closer subtly, looking from your lips to your eyes. You wanted to kiss her lips since the beginning of the night. The way they wrapped around the joint, they looked incredibly enticing to make yours. You gave Ellie the same look, begging her with your eyes to kiss you already. With this, she leaned in, just close enough to almost touch your lips. You decided to close the distance after she gave a subtle nod to your eyes.

Ellie deepened the kiss, grabbing your face to hold it steady and long. She seemed to be getting hungry, wanting access to your mouth even further. It felt like she had never gone slow before, never took her time. Before she could try anything, you pull away, wanting to bask in the moment of sweetness. "Slow, Els." She nodded in understanding as you finally connected your lips again.

This time, it feels more intimate, soft with the hints of hunger needed to make it passionate. Each time you took a moment to breathe, there was a want in her eyes, a need that she had for this. Her eyes looked dreamy, the hazziness adding to the constant tension between the air. Ellie bites your bottom lip with urgency, impatient that you made her wait. You gasp at the sudden pain as she leads the kissing at her pace.

She holds your jaw as you hold her hair to control the motions while kissing. Your other hand snakes down to tug at her shirt. Once she gets the hint, she sits up a little straighter to pull it off. While she does, you stand up and make her switch positions with you, leaving her at the corner part of the couch. Not wanting Ellie to feel lonely in her sports bra, you take off your shirt.

The way Ellie looked laid back on her elbows, waiting for you, made your heart feel heavy. Her eyes moving to each of your curves and marks made you hot inside. Assuming Ellie was ready, you straddled her, your bottom making contact with her upper thighs. This movement made Ellie mutter under her breath in shock. She was so awkward in this hottest way possible.

"Fuck, uhm, where do I?" Ellie held her hands up, scared to make you uncomfortable with her hand placement. "Anything is alright, babe." You led her arms to your hips, giving her access to explore anywhere she wanted. As you leaned down to continue kissing Ellie, you felt her squeeze the skin that covered your hips. She did this motion as if she'd been doing it for all her life, moving up and down your sides slightly.

After a while, you made your way down her neck, leaving your saliva and marks on it. Ellie let out small gasps and moans under your touch when you reached near her ear. The way it sounded was everything you had ever dreamed. It sounded almost pornographic when she let out a noise. Craving her noises, you continued to suck on that spot till you eventually made your way down to her sports bra. Without a thought, Ellie propped herself up, and you helped her take it off, throwing it somewhere behind the couch.

You could see Ellie's nipples harden due to the exposed cold air. Ellie felt insecure to the sudden exposure, but quickly forgot once she felt your tounge on her right boob. You swirled your tounge around her nipple as you played with the other with your hand. A string of saliva was left as you copied the motion to her other boob, making your way down her stomach. You could feel the way it hardened with each tense motion Ellie made. Once you reached the waistband of her jeans, you looked up. "C'mon, pretty baby, help me out." you said in a sweet tone. Ellie let out a little laugh and picked up her waist, so you could pull her pants down, worrying about her underwear next. Once her jeans were completely off, you asked before going any further.

"This alright?" You hooked your finger under her underwear. Ellie looked down on you, looking a bit flustered. "No one's actually ever, uhm, gone down on me." She let out a breathe as if it was the biggest secret ever. Your heart fluttered at the thought of you being her first, the first to ever give her the pleasure. "That's alright, you tell me what feels good, yeah?" Ellie nodded, biting her lip as she waited for you to pull her underwear down. You pulled them, making sure to untangle them from her ankles. Her pussy looked so pretty, waiting in anticipation. You pushed her legs open with your arms as you made space for your head.

As you hooked your arm against her legs, you began to kiss her inner thigh, teasing her before touching her pussy. You could feel Ellie's low breathing and squirms at the sensitive tissue on her thigh. You inched closer to her center and finally saw how wet she was. It covered her folds so sweetly. It reminded you of a popsicle melting, just waiting to be licked up. You started at her opening, collecting the slickness to bring evenly to the top. This alone had Ellie's breath faltering. When you reached her clit, you swirled your tounge around it, wanting to gain a reaction of Ellie's gasps. You sucked on her clit sloppily, looking up to see her red doozy eyes staring at you. Her breathe hitched, her chest rising and falling with the motions of your mouth.

You went down to her opening to tease it some more. "Fuck, babe." Ellie said in a broken voice. You moved your mouth back up to tease her clit as you added a finger in. Her pussy accepted it with ease, seeming ready for another. "Are you okay for the second one?" You hummed, picking your head up slightly to see her face. A second hadn't even gone by when Ellie nodded her head with a mhm. When you slid in the second finger, Ellie's pussy clenched around them in want. You wanted to tease her about it, but she had already looked flustered, her tattooed arm laid across her face, hiding her eyes. "I'll take care of you, sweet girl." you cooed at her while dipping back down to her pussy.

You pumped your fingers slightly in and out while you switched from a hooked gesture and back to normal with your fingers. As Ellie got used to it, she started getting more vocal, letting out moans of pleasure. You decided to encircle her clit with your mouth again, wanting to get the most from this. As soon as Ellie felt the shocking waves, she couldn't help but become more vocal. "Oh fuck'm, babe, right there," you hummed into her pussy as acknowledgement of her comment. You fucked her with your fingers at a faster pace, feeling her clench and stomach tense up more often. " 'm gonna come, holy fuck," It came out as a slurred moan, but you understood her. Picking up your head, you watched the way her boobs moved with her grinding to catch her wave faster. Within the second, you felt her pussy clench a final time and release her juices. Helping her ride out her orgasm, you removed your fingers and lapped at her cunt with your tounge.

Once she calmed, her head tilted down, she looked even more dreamy than before. She quickly positioned her legs closed, pulling you in for a kiss. As sloppy as it was, you enjoyed the taste of her on your tongue and the way it mixed with her saliva now. Ellie pulled away after a few seconds to speak. "You're fucking amazing at that," You flushed and giggled, replying "You coulda had me way sooner y'know." Ellie just grinned not knowing what to say. She had her hands massaging your hips again.

With the feeling of Ellie beneath you, you quickly became aware of how wet you had been and how much you needed her. Ellie seemed to notice the shift in your playful attitude. She patted your ass as a signal to get up. "Take these off f'me." You quickly got up to unbutton your jeans, taking them off and leaving them on the floor. You decided to do the same with your underwear, leaving yourself in your bra. Ellie patiently waited for you, eyeing your every movement. You could see her eyes looking at every inch of you, licking her lips unconsciously.

You decided to straddle her thigh instead of her waist this time, desperate to feel release. When your pussy came in contact with her skin, it felt heavenly, it was cold compared to the heat from your pussy. Ellie smirked at the feeling of your wetness on her. You leaned down to kiss her, completely enthralled in making out with her while grinding. You had your hand on Ellie's chest and the other on her jaw to stable yourself while she had hands on your ass, guiding you. The way she helped you move made you moan into her mouth so often. Eventually, Ellie moved from your mouth, leaving small kisses down your jaw towards your neck. She nibbled while sucking, gaining whines from you.

Ellie reached your chest, quickly fumbling with the clasp to remove your bra. Once she did, she placed her plump lips on your tits, sucking and twirling her tounge everywhere. You held your hands in her hair, messing it up to follow your pleasure. Your ass felt cold as Ellie removed a hand. She instead moved her tatted arm under your pussy. She moved her fingers towards your slit and back up to your clit, collecting your slickness. Her fingers had been a completely different pleasure. You could feel their coldness and the way they were rough. You couldn't contain your want for her any longer. "Els, please just put 'em in already." It came out in a low gaspy tone. "We're getting there, pretty girl," is all she said when she detached herself from your boobs. Ellie continued to tease your clit, aggravatingly slow. Her other hand had to stop you from bucking into her fingers.

After a few moment, Ellie put her ring and middle finger in. With the sudden insertion, You held her close, letting out moans near her ear for her to hear. Ellie moved her fingers at a constant pace in you. You met her pace, grinding on her fingers for the extra pleasure. "You look so sweet like this, my pretty girl." Ellie said it in such a way that sounded demeaning. There was a sudden flush of embarrassment that ran through your blood, but you continued to grind on her fingers, bringing her face back to your lips to kiss. The build up of how well she was hitting your right spots warmed your body. Everything felt extra hazy, as if you were reaching the stars. "Els, I'm close," that was all Ellie needed to precede going.

Ellie kept hitting the spot, making you moan out loud, sounding pornographic. You were clenching around Ellie's fingers unapologetically, so close. Once you came, Ellie continued, helping you ride out your orgasm. Still straddling Ellie's thigh, she brought up her fingers and licked them clean, staring right at you. "You taste 'sgood, my pretty girl." Your grin reached your ears without you wanting to. You were just so happy to have done this with her, happy she chose you.

You and Ellie both flopped after, cuddling, skin to skin, on the couch. "I think I love you, Els." The sudden confession made Ellie giggle. "I think it's a little too late for that, my love." She said and gave you a kiss on your forehead. Both of you knew you should've gotten up and left, but you were much too tired, and enjoyed the closeness of each other. Whoever woke up first, would deal with it, for now you were happy being her pretty girl.

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Tags: @prrimordiais @puckssbunny @hazelnutsforellie @soapisokay @ellieismami

[amara-scott]

Imagine Mattheo and Theodore fighting over you constantly.

P.2 // THEODORE'S ENDING

P.1 // HERE

“It’s true, isn’t it?” My head snaps around, Theo’s sad eyes glossy. He looks down, stepping closer and stops a foot from me. His eyes wandering back up, like he’s taking one last good look at me. Taking me in.

“It’s always been him.” He continues.

His words are haunting me with every task I do. While eating in the Great Hall. Studying for the upcoming potions test. Even while taking a shower.

If only he knew.

It's been two days since the incident. And I felt like throwing up. Every time someone enters the common room I catch myself staring and make sure it's not Theodore. And Matt – he caught me off guard yesterday, dragging me into an empty corridor.

"Don't you dare and ignore me now, Y/L/N. We're friends."

He said then. We hugged and talked. He explained that he's been seeing me differently since summer break. But only because I grew into my clothing and that made him question himself. But once Theo told him about his feelings for me, Matt realized there was no love. Theo talked about me in ways he couldn't repeat. Theo seemed almost angry with himself, Matt said. Turning mad. Madly in love.

The only thing that came to Matt's mind was trying to make Theo jealous. So he would finally make a move. But quite the opposite happened. And now Theo's been treating me with a cold shoulder. Every conversation short and brief.

"– I won, again." I look up at Enzo who's sitting across from me in the Great Hall. It's a beautiful and sunny Saturday afternoon, almost dinner time. The chessboard in between us looks way worse than the last time I moved a figure.

He sighs and raises a brow at me. "We should go outside and get some fresh air. You look almost as pale as Sir Nicholas." I frown at his words and shake my head.

"I don't feel like going outside right now."

"Well, I am going. Join me or don't." He stands up and flicks his wand, cleaning up the chessboard by sorting it back into the shelf we took it from.

I watch him walk down the table, almost out the door to the gardens near the Great Hall. I curse under my breath and jump up, running after him. "Wait up, Enzo!"

—

"See? Not too bad, is it?" I roll my eyes at his statement, and he ruffles my hair. I slap his hand away and grin at him.

"Yes, you're the best, Enzo." He throws an arm over my shoulder and rummages through his pocket. He holds his hand out for me, a sherbet lemon in his hand. I scrunch up my nose, sending him a small smile. "No, thanks." He shrugs his shoulders, popping it into his mouth.

I giggle at him as he grins until the sour part takes over his facial features. I laugh, quickly rummaging through my pockts, pulling out my analogue camera and snap a picture of him before he tries to cover up his face.

"Don't you dare use that against me, ever." I shrug my shoulders at him and smile. He picks me up around my waist, walking toward the Black Lake.

"No, no! Enzo, don't!" I struggle in his arms and he chuckles.

"Say it, Y/L/N!" I try to wiggle out as we get closer, almost by the edge.

"Okay! Okay, I promise." I say and he let me down, I hit his shoulder and he laughs. We sit down, I huff as he can't stop chuckling.

The sun was setting behind the towering spires of Hogwarts, casting long shadows over the sprawling gardens near the Great Hall. The air was warm with a soft breeze, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Despite the beauty of the evening, my mind was elsewhere—caught in a swirl of confusion and heartache that had been gnawing at me for days.

Enzo walked beside me, his usual cheerful demeanor somewhat subdued. He’d spent the last hour trying to distract me but my thoughts kept drifting back to Theo and the strange, painful distance that had grown between us.

“Y/N,” Enzo said gently, glancing at me as we strolled along the gravel path, “you’ve got to stop beating yourself up over this. Theo’s just… a bloody idiot .”

I sighed, kicking a small pebble in front of me. “But why is he being so distant? He hasn’t spoken to me in days, Enzo. He won’t even look at me.”

Enzo sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “He’s probably embarrassed. Theo’s never been great with feelings, you know that. He’s probably overthinking everything and doesn’t know how to face you.”

“I just wish he’d talk to me,” I muttered, more to myself than to Enzo. “I miss him.”

“Then talk to him,” Enzo suggested, his tone light but serious. “You’ve never been one to sit back and let things fester, Y/N. Why start now?”

He was right, of course. I wasn’t the type to let things go unresolved, especially not when it came to my friendships. But this felt different. This felt like walking a tightrope, one wrong step and everything could come crashing down.

We continued in silence for a while, the sky above us deepening into shades of purple and orange as the sun dipped lower. The scent of the gardens filled the air, mingling with the sounds of distant laughter and the rustling of leaves. Enzo tried to distract me by pointing out constellations that were beginning to appear in the twilight sky, but my mind was too clouded.

Eventually, we reached a small bench tucked away near the edge of the gardens, hidden from the main path. Enzo sat down first, patting the spot beside him. I joined him, folding my hands in my lap and staring down at the ground.

“You know,” Enzo said after a moment, his voice thoughtful, “I don’t think Mattheo ever really stood a chance.”

I looked up at him, confused, a small smile on my lips. “What do you mean?”

He gave me a knowing smile. “With you. I mean, he tried, but your heart was always Theo’s, wasn’t it?”

I blinked, surprised by how easily he said it. I’d never admitted it out loud, not even to myself. But hearing Enzo say it so plainly made the truth undeniable.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, the word feeling both liberating and terrifying. “I guess it was.”

Enzo grinned, nudging me with his shoulder. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Before I could answer, the sound of the Great Hall’s massive doors creaking open in the distance pulled us from our conversation. Enzo stood up, offering me a hand to help me up. “Come on, let’s head inside. We can’t skip dinner just because Theo’s being a prat.”

I laugh, taking his hand and let him lead me back into the castle. As we entered the Great Hall, the familiar sights and sounds of dinner filled the air—the clinking of silverware, the hum of chatter, and the rich aroma of the evening meal. But all of it felt distant to me, like I was walking through a dream.

Enzo steered us toward the Slytherin table, where our usual group was already seated. Matt was leaning back, chatting with Blaise, while Draco and Pansy were deep in conversation across from them. Theo was there too, seated beside Mattheo, his eyes downcast as he pushed his food around his plate.

As we approached, Pansy looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence,” she teased, though her tone was light.

“Better late than never,” Enzo quipped, sliding into the seat beside Blaise. I hesitated for a moment, my eyes flicking to Theo before I took the seat across from him.

The atmosphere at the table was tense, a far cry from the usual camaraderie we shared. I could feel Theo’s presence like a weight on my chest, but every time I glanced at him, he refused to meet my gaze.

Mattheo seemed to sense the awkwardness, his dark eyes flicking between Theo and me. He cleared his throat, leaning forward slightly. “So, Y/N, how was your evening? Anything interesting happen?”

I forced a smile, though it felt strained. “It was fine. Enzo and I just went for a walk.”

“A walk, huh?” Pansy’s tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity there too. “You and Enzo, out alone in the gardens? Sounds like there’s a story there.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to play along. “Not every walk has to be a grand adventure, Pans.”

Draco smirked, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “With you lot, it usually is.”

"I was worried you were gone and not coming to the party later." Pansy added, Draco and Mattheo beginning to chatter about said event and the liqour that they would smuggle in.

Despite their attempts to lighten the mood, the tension at the table was palpable. Theo remained silent, his expression guarded as he avoided looking at me. It was as if there was an invisible wall between us, and no matter how much I wanted to break it down, I didn’t know how.

Dinner passed in a blur, the food tasteless as I picked at my plate. Our friends did their best to keep the conversation going, but there was an awkwardness that hung in the air, thick and heavy. I could feel their eyes on us, their curiosity barely concealed.

Finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, I excused myself from the table, mumbling something about needing some fresh air. As I stood up, I caught Theo glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, but he quickly looked away when he saw me notice.

I walked out of the Great Hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The corridors were quieter now, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the stone walls. I needed to clear my head, to figure out what I was going to do about this mess. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling of Theo’s absence beside me.

———

The Slytherin common room was a blur of green and silver, filled with the lively chatter and laughter of students eager to forget the stress of exams and revel in the last few weeks of term. The flickering firelight cast long shadows on the walls, mingling with the soft glow of floating candles. It was the perfect setting for a party, but as I stood in front of the mirror in our dorm, getting ready with Pansy, my mind was still elsewhere.

Pansy eyed me critically as she applied a final touch of gloss to her lips. “You look amazing, Y/N. Theo won’t know what hit him.”

I forced a smile, adjusting the straps of my emerald green dress that clung to my curves in all the right places. “Thanks, Pans. But I’m not really sure I’m in the mood for any kind of interaction with him.”

Pansy rolled her eyes, turning to face me with a look of exasperation. “Oh, come on. You’ve been moping around for days, and Theo’s been a complete idiot. The least you can do is show him what he’s missing.”

I sighed, knowing she was right. Sitting in my dorm room, wallowing in confusion and hurt, wasn’t going to solve anything.

“Fine,” I muttered, grabbing my wand and giving my hair a final once-over. “Let’s go.”

Pansy grinned, looping her arm through mine as she led me out of the dorm and down the stairs to the common room. The party was already in full swing, with students dancing, laughing, and drinking butterbeer and drinks spiked with firewhisky. The music was loud, the bass thumping through the stone walls, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement.

As we entered the room, I could feel eyes on me, whispers following in our wake. Pansy had outdone herself tonight, and I could tell by the way people were looking at me that she had succeeded in her mission. But as much as I wanted to feel confident and carefree, my eyes instinctively searched the room for Theo.

He was standing near the fireplace, his hands in his pockets as he talked to a group of girls. They were all giggling and fawning over him, and my heart clenched at the sight. He was always good at charming people, but seeing him do it now, when everything between us was so strained, made my stomach turn.

“Don’t look at him,” Pansy whispered in my ear, her grip on my arm tightening slightly. “If he’s going to be an ass, let him. You’re here to have fun.”

I nodded, tearing my eyes away from Theo and letting Pansy drag me toward where Blaise and Enzo were standing, laughing and chatting with a few other students. They both looked up as we approached, their faces lighting up with smiles.

“Y/N!” Enzo exclaimed, his eyes raking over my outfit appreciatively. “You look incredible.”

I blushed, feeling a bit more self-conscious than I would have liked. “Thanks, Enzo.”

“Ready for a dance?” Blaise added with a wink, his arm already reaching out to pull me closer.

Pansy gave me a nudge, and before I knew it, I was being twirled around the room by Blaise, the music pulsing around us as we moved to the beat. He was a good dancer, his movements smooth and confident, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in the rhythm, in the warmth of his hands on my waist, and the laughter that bubbled up between us.

But it wasn’t long before I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck, the sensation of being watched. I glanced over Blaise’s shoulder and met Theo’s gaze from across the room. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat.

I looked away quickly, focusing on Blaise, who thankfully didn’t seem to notice the shift in my mood. After a few more songs, he handed me off to Enzo, who pulled me into a lively, playful dance that had us both laughing like we hadn’t in days. Enzo was good at distracting me, his carefree attitude infectious as he spun me around, making exaggerated faces and silly jokes. We drank and I drowned my worries in firewhiskey, maybe a bit too much.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling of Theo’s eyes on me. Every time I looked up, there he was, only two girls left who were talking to him, but his attention clearly divided. The tension between us was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Enzo asked quietly as we swayed to a slower song, his brow furrowing with concern.

I forced a smile, nodding even though my heart wasn’t in it. “I’m fine, Enzo. Just… tired, I guess.” I felt the alcohol hit my system and grew warm.

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he pulled me closer, letting me rest my head on his shoulder as we danced in comfortable silence. But even with Enzo’s comforting presence, my mind kept drifting back to Theo, to the way he was watching me, the way he seemed so distant and yet so close all at once.

Finally, it became too much. I couldn’t take the suffocating tension, the way my heart ached every time I saw him talking to others, laughing with them, like everything between us didn’t matter. And the final straw was Theo and the blonde Slytherin girl dancing closely, only looking at each other. So intimate and almost ready to get a room. I pulled away from Enzo, mumbling an excuse about needing some air, and hurried out of the common room before anyone could stop me.

By the time I reached my bed, the tears were flowing freely, and I collapsed onto the mattress, burying my face in the pillow to muffle my sobs. Everything was so confusing, so painful. I didn’t understand why Theo was acting this way, why he was pushing me away when all I wanted was to be close to him.

I didn’t know how long I lay there, crying into the darkness, but eventually, I heard the door to the dormitory creak open. I didn’t look up, assuming it was Pansy coming to check on me, but the sound of footsteps approaching my bed was heavier, more deliberate.

“Y/N.”

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Theo’s voice, and I quickly wiped at my eyes, trying to hide the evidence of my tears. But it was too late—he’d already seen.

“What do you want, Theo?” I asked, my voice thick with emotion as I sat up, pulling the covers around me like a shield.

He didn’t answer right away, just stood there, staring at me with a conflicted expression on his face. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I wanted to talk.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Talk? Now you want to talk? After ignoring me for days and acting like I don’t even exist? After replacing us— me with that- stupid blonde girl?”

He flinched at my words, but didn’t back down. “I know I’ve been a prat, Y/N. But it’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it?” I demanded, my frustration boiling over. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you don’t care about me at all!”

His eyes flashed with anger and matched mine. He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “You think I don’t care about you? You think I don’t care, when all I’ve been doing is thinking about you, worrying about you, wanting to be near you, but not knowing how to handle it?”

I blinked, taken aback by the intensity of his words. “Then why are you acting like this? Why are you pushing me away?”

“Because I’m scared!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His breath heavy, like he just ran a marathon. “I’m scared of losing you, of ruining everything between us. I’m scared of how much I feel for you, Y/N, and I don’t know how to deal with it.” His voice growing more tender by the end.

His confession hung in the air between us, the raw honesty of it leaving me speechless. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to process what he was saying.

“You… you’re scared?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He nodded, his expression softening as he took another step closer, his eyes searching mine. “I’m terrified, Y/N. Because I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I didn’t know how to tell you. And when Mattheo started showing interest, I panicked. I didn’t want to lose you to him, so I tried to distance myself, but it only made things worse.”

My breath caught in my throat as his words sank in. “You… you love me?”

Theo nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yes, Y/N. I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you. I’m sorry I hurt you.” His gaze grew blurry as his eyes filled with tears of what must be frustration.

The tears that had started to dry on my cheeks welled up again, but this time they were tears of relief, of overwhelming emotion. I stood up, closing the distance between us in a few quick steps, and before I could second-guess myself, I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

Theo hesitated for a moment, like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but then his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my cheek, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, and all the confusion and hurt of the past few days melted away.

“I love you too, Theo,” I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt. “I’ve been so confused, so scared, but I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

He let out a shaky breath, his grip on me tightening. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you.”

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my hands resting on his chest as I searched his eyes. “We’re both idiots, aren’t we?”

A small, relieved smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, we are.”

I laughed softly, the sound light and freeing, and he joined in, the tension between us finally breaking. We stood there for what felt like hours, just holding each other, basking in the warmth and comfort of our embrace.

Finally, Theo pulled back, his hands cupping my face as he looked down at me with a seriousness that sent a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want to run away from this anymore, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” I promised, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair out of his eyes. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

He nodded, his gaze softening as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Together.”

We laid back on the bed, holding each other and admiring one another. I shuffled closer and he dipped his head down, fluttering his eyes closed. I felt his breath on my opened lips, feeling his catching mine. All the frustration and relief and love poured into that kiss as we felt each other. Finally.

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[notmorbid]

damnation spring.

dialogue prompts from damnation spring: a novel by ash davidson.

i've known rocks that talked more than you.

if you don't bet on yourself, nobody else will.

the past isn't a knot you can untie.

don't ever leave the house without a kiss goodbye.

you want some coffee, while you wait?

you gotta take a risk sometime.

i probably should have asked you a long time ago.

the fear is worse than the pain.

are you not attracted to me anymore?

i forgot how good it feels to have a secret.

there are too many ways to die out here.

if you let your mind wander, it could cost you your life.

what the hell kind of five dollar word is that?

i just do what they tell me.

kids are like puppies. it's easier with two.

they'll cut you with one hand and bandage you with the other.

look up 'careful' in the dictionary, and there you are.

keep your damn shirt on.

used to be, people looked out for each other.

one percent's not milk, it's water.

it's too easy to kill an idea by saying it out loud.

half the time, i don't know what i think until i say it out loud.

i never know what to do with my hands.

every day of a marriage is a choice.

you're always playing some kind of angle.

go to school. learn something.

what's the use of dredging all that up again?

when you get to be my age, you don't leave things till tomorrow.

there wasn't anything anybody could have done.

dogs are the best judge of people.

well, aren't you just as bright as a dime?

when was i ever young?

what are you so nervous about?

you never say a bad word about anyone.

people always say the wrong thing, don't they?

you're the one who never called me back.

you knew where i was.

are you going to tell my mom?

women have a way of passing bad news around.

can you walk on my back?

do you ever wonder what your life might have been like?

i figured i had time, you know?

the judge said it was self defense.

i watch out for my people. you know that.

keep it. i've got another copy.

don't be a stranger.

i thought you were up to no good.

it's not like the old days, is it?

you missed a hell of a show.

what are you doing for money?

smoke follows beauty.

my first word was 'son of a bitch'.

you never killed anybody?

the early bird gets his own damn breakfast.

if i shoot myself in the foot, i'll need you to carry me out.

i used up one of my nine lives today.

clean up your own mess, for once.

watch out for potholes. and assholes.

i had a hell of a time finding this place.

keeps the bible salesmen away.

when were you going to tell me?

you were my best friend, once.

a little rest never hurt anybody.

i'm so caught up in my own pain, i can't see anybody else's.

even a nice dog will bite when it's hurt.

you only get one life, sweet pea. live it happy.

look who the cat dragged in.

has your conscience caught up with you?

if you're shooting, shoot. don't make me dance.

you've been distracted for days.

you know something isn't right. what are you doing about it?

you're going to get hurt. you might even get yourself killed.

you're not alone in this.

people don't worry what they can't see.

it's important to do the right thing, even when nobody else is.

sorry doesn't pay the bills.

i judge a man by what he does, not what he says.

a threat? no. that's a promise.

what's wrong with me?

i hope you brought some sunshine.

careful now. some places you go, you can't get back from.

____ can go to hell. and so can you.

what do you gotta do to get some peace and quiet around here? die?

the roads are fucked. it's faster to walk.

what's wrong with you? you just do whatever they tell you?

right or not right, it's done.

would it kill you to just take my side for once?

where else would we go?

it looks worse than it is.

i've still got a few lives left in me.

you're all thinking it, but no one has the guts to ask.

whoever said you can't buy loyalty never spent a day here.

if you're smart, you'll get out of town.

it's okay to wander, as long as we always come home.

even an old dog can learn, if you're patient with him.

why would this time be any different?

what did you wanna be, when you grew up?

you don't have to watch me every minute of the day. i'm okay.

i forgot i was mad at you.

from outside, it looks like a normal house.

i can come stay for a while.

you ready for some help?

please don't hide from me.

i don't want to lose you. i can't lose you, okay?

nothing's wrong. i'm just happy.

not a lot of people are born to do something.

[xxmaxwellxx]

Hello! Me again! I’ve finished writing another story. Again, any constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated! I’m also thinking of making another part to both the stalker story and this one. If anyone is interested in something like that please comment, dm me or send a request! As always sorry for any errors, I’m slightly dyslexic and if I missed anything in the warnings please tell me so I can fix it! (Also if anyone has any requests please don’t hesitate to send one in! I’m trying to grow my account and be better at writing so requests are very helpful!)

Tw: merman, general Yandere behavior (body horror? No gore just a very unique merman)

Gn reader (referred to with they/them pronouns!)

The seagulls screeching above are oddly comforting. Over my time as a researcher, I've learned that if the seagulls aren’t flying overhead, a storm is near. And luckily for me, the seagulls are in the sky and very vocal. I grab a shrimp from my dads cooler and throw it up towards the birds, watching one swoop down and grab it before joining the others. I always admired how intelligent they were, following boats in the hopes of getting food. I reach back into the cooler for another shrimp before my dad yells at me, “Hey!” I whip around at his voice, “Don't waste all our bait on some gulls! If you keep feeding them, they're going to swoop down and eat all our shrimp!” I giggle at his words. He's always lectured me about feeding the birds. The boat slows to a stop and my dad leaves the wheelhouse and lowers the anchor as I take my sweater off and put my flippers on. I wore my favorite sweater over my wetsuit, the wind out at sea surprisingly cold.

My dad sets up his fishing rod at the edge of the boat and I go to the other side to avoid his fishing line. He always fishes when I go diving, not to eat but to keep himself entertained while I'm gone. He never keeps the fish, just writing down the type of fish, how big and how old he thinks it is before throwing it back. He has multiple notebooks he keeps on his boat from years back when mom would go diving. She was always my role model, she was the reason I got my degree in marine biology and my scuba permit. She was the reason behind gaining a passion for fish, the reason my room was filled to the brim with marine animal stuffed animals. She had to stop diving, when I was young she got sick, and it was too dangerous for her, but that's why I'm here. I'm going to continue her studies for her, so she can still see the ocean she loved so much from her bed.

Putting my goggles and mouthpiece on, I excitedly roll off the deck and into the water. Right below me is a magnificent coral reef filled to the brim with color. Hustling and bustling with fish of all colors of the rainbow. Clown fish in the anemones, iridescent parrot fish, yellow butterfly fish, stripped Angelfish, a few yellow finned Damselfish, Surgeonfish and small Goby all swimming in and out, over and under the coral. I take out my camera and snap a few photos, not just for mom, but also for the other researchers back at the lab. They sent me out with a few videography robots to study the effects global warming has had on the reefs, but I don't think they'd mind if I snuck a few to my mom. I drift further and further away from my dads boat, distracted by taking photos.

A few photos of the vibrant parrot fish, a few of clown fish seeking residence in sea anemones, a few of the small goby fish and a lot of the vibrant coral. I keep wandering further, always keeping the boat in view when something catches my eye. A hole. A large hole. No, not a hole, a sea cave. I peer inside and see dots of color. I wouldn't hurt to venture in, would it? For science, I tell myself, for research and the betterment of knowledge, I tell myself, but I know I'm just too curious for my own good. Upon my entrance I see various seaweed, algae and sea sponge species. The further I go, the less light. The less light, the more things produce their own. I see a few small fish and algae glow but something big catches my eye, something really big, too big, and oh so colorful. Swirls of orange and blue and too humanoid to be a fish, but too fish to be human. It has what looks like hair, long and glowing blue on one side and orange on the other, with many streaks of the opposite color mixed in. a long tail with swirls of the same colors, and it goes up it's body onto what looks like a torso and arms. It has arms? Why would a fish have arms? Cave dweller or not, fish are not supposed to have arms.

I quickly pull out my camera, I have to document this. What I didn't account for was the automated flash, it has a light sensor and if it's too dark, the flash turns on. Suddenly the cave is lit up with light from my camera. I panic and fiddle with my camera, trying desperately to turn off the automated flash, but my efforts are in vain. A clawed hand grabs the lens, and I turn my attention to the creature in front of me. A wave of fear washes over me as I look up to a humanoid face, my heart rate picks up as I notice the scowl he wears. I start to hyperventilate as he leans in closer and reaches a hand out towards my face. A clawed hand coming towards my face. He's going to hurt me, isn't he? My fight or flight kicks in and in my panic I choose fight.

I quickly raise my legs and kick him in the stomach, making him curl into himself and let go of my camera and propelling me away from him. While he's distracted, I grab my falling camera and rush out of the cave and towards the boat. I didn't notice how late it's gotten, the sun setting over the horizon as I pull my self out of the water and onto the ledge. I quickly dislodge my mouthpiece and throw my goggles further onto the boat, trying to regulate my breathing once again. What was that? Human? Fish? Some kind of sick hybrid? Should I tell dad? Tell the team? Did I even get a clear picture of that thing? If news gets out, what will the press say? What will the scientists do? If it has the conscience of a human, it will be cruel to report on it. What if someone hurts them? Kills them? What do I even do?

My thoughts are broken by my dads voice, “Everything alright?” he always asks that after I come up, but he sounds worried this time. “Yeah… Yeah, I'm fine.” I'm lying through my teeth, I know it, and I'm pretty sure he knows with the look he gives me “Well, if you're sure. I made dinner while you were gone. It's on the table whenever you're ready.” he tips his hat and walks away, presumably to go eat the aforementioned dinner. I sigh and take off my oxygen tank, hanging it with the others before going below deck to take a shower.

My dad snores in his bed as I eat the dinner he made. Vegetable dumplings with a side of soy sauce and ramen. Simple, easy to make and oh so good. He always made the best food. I'm scrolling through my camera roll as I eat, checking if my team can use any of the photos I took when it pops up. I almost drop my dumpling when I see it. The creature on my camera roll, slightly blurry but still visible with glowing eyes. I want to throw up. He's objectively beautiful, but he's earth shaking. Merfolk aren't real, they're evolutionary impossible, and yet here he is. I suddenly don't have an appetite anymore, it's too much to handle. I put my food in the fridge and lay in my bed. What am I going to tell my team? What am I going to tell dad? That despite every odd on the planet, merfolk are real, and I had an encounter with one? They're going to think I'm crazy, right? What about the picture? Would that really be enough proof for them? Would they accuse me of editing the picture? What possible excuse could I come up with to explain it? If they do believe me, I don't want them to hurt him. Would it just be best to delete it? Export the photo off the camera and keep it for myself? These thoughts keep me up well past my bedtime.

Something is off. I feel like I'm being watched. I turn my gaze from the ceiling to the glass floor. It's him. The thing from the cave. It smiles, reveling razor sharp teeth. What have I gotten myself into?

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

They're mine. It was set in stone when we met.

When I heard of the cave shells, I knew I had to check it out. Supposedly there were shells that glow in the dark and I just had to get my hands on one. Avoiding the moray and brushing aside small lantern fish, I make my way deep into the cave. I've been there for a solid hour, going from tunnel searching the sand. I was getting frustrated. Where are those shells?! A flash catches my attention. Whipping around, I see a human. They look exactly like the rumors. Humans are real? And what's that box in their hand? What was that light? Was it a mating signal? Do they like me? I swim over to investigate the box, laying my hand on it, the thought crosses my mind. This was probably a mating gift! Immediately after I realize what it is, they kick me and swim off with the box. Humans must be a species that want to be chased before they mate!

I quickly swim after them when they go up above the water onto a strange piece of metal. That must be their home! My suspicions are proven correct when I see them sitting in a strange object and eating. Merfolk only eat in their homes, so it must be the same for humans. They crawl onto something squishy and cover themselves with something.

I dare to get closer to them, my face bonks against something clear, this must be the glass the other merfolk were talking about. I place my hands upon the glass, watching my mate. Eventually they look down at me, my friend Erin told me humans like when you smile, that smiling was a show of friendliness to humans.

Rest assured, little human, the next time you're in water you will be mine. Our mandarin babies will be so cute!~

(Merman is based off a mandarin fish, look them up! Very unique fish!)

[madhatterbri]

Objection | N.J.

Summary: Reader is about to marry another guy, but Nick objects and expresses why the reader shouldn’t marry the guy. I was thinking something sweet with a little spice? ☺️

Author's Note: Happy Dynamite Wednesday, babes. ❤️

Requested by: Anonymous

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"Don't marry him," Nick urged. Blue eyes watched her carefully. The same blue eyes seemed to read her soul even when they were children. The rejection was there. He could feel it in his heart. The wrestler cost their relationship. He was being selfish again, but he had to have her. No one else could ever have her love like he did.

"Why, Nick?" She asked. The tone of her voice was crisp. His beloved was irritated. Nick didn't blame her. He jerked her heart around for so long.

"You know why. I love you. I can change. Just, please, listen to me. I'll... I'll.... I can-,"

"No. No,"

"Please," he begged. Nick reached out for her, but she took a step back. The warmth he once felt from her long gone. This was all his fault.

"You can't ask something like that from me. Not like this. I wanted you. I've loved you since we were kids. I waited months, no, years, for you to change, and you never did,"

"I will. Just give me more time,"

"No! I refuse to wait for you any longer, Nicholas. I won't keep putting myself through the same hurt over and over again,"

Nicholas woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring. With a frustrated groan, he slammed his hand down on the clock. He rubbed his eyes and stared at the ceiling above him. The feeling of dread washed over him. Today was the day Y/N was going to get married.

He allowed himself to wallow in self-pity for a few moments longer. An alert came through on his phone. Matt, his older brother, must be checking on him. The young brother argued with himself on whether to simply ignore the text or reply. He chose the latter. His brother would have continued to bother him until he responded.

Their text exchange was simple. Matt knew his brother was a mess, and Nick lied that everything was fine. Today was fine. He was fine. Really. Except he wasn't. No matter how many times he vowed to treat today like a normal day, it wasn't possible. They were supposed to be getting married. She wasn't supposed to marry some loser she met in God knows where.

A crazy idea popped into his head. He had to convince her one more time to give him a chance. Nick never gave up on his wrestling dream. There was no way he was going to give up on the woman of his dreams.

He checked her social media page. Something he did often on nights when he missed her the most. They posed in front of the chapel they were getting married recently. Her fiance posted the picture and tagged her. The caption made him roll his eyes.

One week until the wedding!

"Not likely you stupid idiot," Nick scoffed.

The hopeful man jumped out of bed. He rushed to the bathroom and changed quickly. His legs worked in overdrive as he rushed out the house. This was his final shot and he wasn't going to let it slip away.

Y/N smiled at her best friend. The two women were drinking some mimosas before the wedding. After a few sips, the bride realized this was the worst drink to ever be made. Now she was reveling in the peace and quiet. Her best friend's phone dinged.

"Sorry. I could have sworn I put this stupid thing on silent," her best friend apologized. Once she checked her phone, she cursed. "I gotta call my boss. Work. I'll be right back. Don't have any fun without me,"

The best friend left before Y/N could say anything. She sighed and sat in front of the vanity mirror. As much as she enjoyed the quiet, she hated being alone. Her mind liked to wander when there was no one to distract her.

Her mind liked to remember her childhood with Nick. All the times she dressed in a paper wedding dress. She made him stand at a pretend altar. He hated the game, but she always loved it. Nick should be waiting for her at the altar.

The door to her room opened. The welcomed distraction ceased any thoughts of Nick.

"I thought you were going to tell me that you had to leave. I-" she stopped the moment Nick's reflection appeared in the mirror. Her mouth dropped in shock. She turned in her chair and stood up. This was no trick. He was standing right in front of her. "Nick? What are you doing here?"

"I had some help," Nick answered and motioned to her friend.

"You need to leave," she told Nick. Her attention turned to her best friend. "You, I can't believe you would do this. You are my best friend,"

"Just hear him out, Y/N. I'll be right outside the door if you need anything," she told them. Her friend shot him a don't screw this up or you'll regret it look before leaving.

"What are you doing here? I thought I was perfectly clear when I-"

"I'm sorry," he apologized. Y/N stared at him. This was the first time he ever apologized. It was always just empty promises of how he would change. "I know I put you on the back burner. Trust me, I had no plans on coming here today. But if I didn't give up on my dreams of being a wrestler, I'm not giving up on the woman of my dreams,"

Y/N felt the tears spring to her eyes. Even after all this time, he would still fight for her.

"Awww," they heard outside the door. Y/N closed her eyes. A few tears ran down her face. A soft chuckle escaped her. The poor girl was always a hopeless romantic.

"How do I know you aren't going to do this again? Nick, I want to believe you, but I've given you so many chances," she explained.

"Y/N, I love you. I won't ever stop loving you,"

Y/N watched him. Her mind and heart are fighting against the other. More than anything, she wanted to believe him. When she turned away, Nick's heart dropped. She was going to reject him again. This was it. He never would have imagined the next thing she told him.

"Unzip me,"

"What?"

"I imagine you don't want me leaving with you in a wedding dress that isn't for our wedding," she answered.

Nick sighed in relief. He unzipped the dress. The dress pooled at her feet. Now only left in her underwear and bra, Nick couldn't help but watch her. She caught him.

"Are we teenagers again, Nick?" Y/N asked with a teasing tone. She changed into a pair of shorts and a shirt. Her high heels were replaced with flip flops.

"Just enjoying the view," he answered. His hands were raised defensively. She walked over to him. He placed an arm around her waist. Her body pressed against his. "You won't regret this, Y/N,"

"I know,"

[tillthelandslide]

Insufferable Arsehole - Part 6: Inside Your Mind

A/n: Hi everyone :) just want to say thank you to everyone has read this series so far, the support means so much to me and its mad to think some of my fave writers on here think this series is good! crazy to me but thank you thank you thank you!

Hope you like this chapter :)

warnings: smut, mentions of drug abuse, addiction and rehab

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Part 5

Their lips were on each other's again the moment they were in the hotel room, the drive to this particular hotel had been torture. She had been teasing him from the moment they got in the car, allowing her thighs to spread, dangerously close to flashing all of the boys in the back of the car. The usual tour bus wasn't needed for this seemingly short journey (one which felt far too long with how badly he wanted her)

Her lip was being abused by her teeth and he could see her nipples pressed against the "I hate Matty Healy" shirt she was wearing.

The boys kept teasing him too, commenting on the fact he seemed distracted by something. He was very much distracted: by the tanned flesh of her thighs, by the visible bruises scattered across her neck (of which he just needed to attach his mouth and maybe teeth too, darkening them further), by the fact that her underwear was stuffed into his back pocket, by her lips which were just begging to be kissed and sucked; by everything that was her.

But now they didn't have to hold back, they could simply show one another how badly they wanted each other.

"We should probably have those drinks with the boys like we said" she said as his lips drifted along her neck, down to her chest, pressing against her collar bones. The t-shirt she had been wearing had been thrown across the room as soon as they entered the threshold, as were his trousers, shirt and her skirt. She knew she didn't really mean her words but wanted to see what he said.

"They can wait, let me have you to myself for a bit" he says, lips not moving from her chest. He pulls against her bra, revealing the swell of her right breast.

"Fuck how are you so perfect. God I don't deserve you" he says, lips wrapping around her nipple, her hands fly to his hair as her head snaps back and she moans loudly.

"Can't believe I haven't seen all of you yet. Doesn't seem fair does it love?" He asks and she doesn't even know what he's saying, not really, but she's nodding against him. Now she thinks about it, whenever they've done stuff before, either one of them had been partly clothed, the thought of being completely bare in front of him has her feeling a bit nervous.

As if he could read her mind, his lips stop their ministrations as he looks her deeply in the eyes.

"You're so beautiful love. Unbelievably so. I'm the luckiest, you know that right?" He asks as he takes her hands in his, pressing kisses along each of her knuckles, it was sweet, a clear change from how they were acting earlier.

"And we don't have to do anything okay? Not if you don't want to. I'm just happy to have you here with me. But if you want to go join the guys that's fine" he explains as she pulls him into her for a soft kiss. She was growing to like this side of him, a side she was just learning about, one in which they had barely scratched the surface of.

"I want to, I want you" she says against his mouth, he doesn't speed up his movements, he simply holds her against him, his grasp firm but not harsh. His lips move softly against hers, tongue making languid movements against her own.

He slowly moves them to the bed, hands supporting her back as she fell against it with a soft thump. She knows now this was going to be different from before. And she felt anxious at the thought but was also excited to see a different side to Matty .

"Matty" she says, her voice hesitant.

"Tell me what's on your mind" he says softly, lips wandering to her neck where more soft kisses were placed. Her own hands ran down his bare back, over the muscles, sketching him out like a map, trying to memorise every curve, every bump and vein.

"I'm scared" she admits, her voice quiet. She didn't struggle to be sincere quite as much as Matty, but she always worried that her words (no matter how sincere) would be rejected, or laughed at, or worse denied.

"What are you scared of my love?" He asked. Her heart fluttered at the words "my" and she pulled him away from her neck to look at him. She didn't know whether to tell him the truth: tell him she was scared of all the feelings she was feeling, how quickly she was falling for him, how he didn't even have to say he was sorry anymore because she forgave him the minute he told her his true feelings. She didn't speak and he simply pressed another gentle kiss to her lips, trying to draw the words out of her.

"Nevermind, I'm being silly" she says and his eyebrows furrow.

"Don't do that love, don't push me away. Wish I could be in your mind right now, hear what you hear, all your thoughts and feelings" he says, lips pressing against her cheek.

"That's what scares me" she whispers, fingertips drifting along his skin, not managing to find his eyes, afraid she'll spill every single thought that was bouncing around her mind.

"What love?" His fingers find her chin, slowly lifting it so they're looking at each other again.

"Think you already know all that.... You seem to know what I'm thinking without me telling you" she says and he nods, because he felt like it was true.

"Truth is love. I hardly know you, not in the way I want to. Want to know everything there is to know, all your secrets, all the things you've never told anyone before.... Not G, not Ross... No one" he admits and her heart swells at the idea.

"I'd like that" she smiles up at him and he places another kiss on her lips.

The moment where they so desperately wanted each other seems to have passed, now replaced by one which was more special. One where they wanted to talk, about everything, and so they did, some things he already knew, things he had memorised during the time in which they 'hated each other'.

Like her coffee order, her favourite colour, her favourite flowers, her birthday, all sorts. She was surprised he remembered half of it, but the fact he had made her realise how much he truly did like her.

Matty told her everything she wanted to know too, like his favourite books, his favourite songs, stories about his childhood that she didn't get to witness. Some things he struggled to say but wanted to, like his experience with drugs and addiction.

"What's your favorite song?" He asked, something he was uncertain whether he knew.

"Hmm... Good question, what genre?" She asks making him laugh.

"Probably... Something by Fleetwood Mac. Hard to pick which, maybe Storms, Silver Springs, or Landslide" she explains and he smiles down at her. He notes in his head that they're pretty sad songs, songs about unrequited love. He wonders if that's the only love she knows, a question for another day he thinks.

"Wanna know my favourite song of yours?" She asks, hands pressing against his chest to properly look at him.

His nodding down at her, fingertips drifting along her back, the skin was warm under his touch. She had never spoken about their music to him and he was excited to know what she thought, having spent years writing songs and wanting nothing more than to pick her mind about them.

"Inside Your Mind" she asks and he smiles, a hidden meaning behind his smile.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asks, he couldn't wait to tell her the true meaning of the song.

"Think it's a beautiful song... Remember the day G showed it to me... Couldn't believe how beautiful it was... Remember thinking I wish someone wrote such beautiful things about me" she admits and his smile stretches wider.

"What?" She asks, wondering why he's smiling at her the way he is.

"I wrote it about you" he admits. Her breath catches and she pauses, eyes drifting over his features to see if he was taking the piss.

"What do you mean you wrote it about me?" She asks, shoving him slightly, testing whether he was being earnest.

"I wrote it about you... Remember the summer before the album was released? We spent most of the summer together... Well you with the boys more than me" he says and her mind flicks back to the memory.

George had begged her to go on holiday with them, it was one of the only times their busy schedules lined up. She remembers agreeing despite knowing Matty was going to be there. She was having a difficult time with a relationship and she wanted nothing more than to be with her best friends.

"We seemed to avoid each other the whole holiday though" she says and he smiles at the memory.

"You avoided me... I was watching your every move love. I remember it was one of the first times I really got to see you... Without all the arguing because we hardly spoke..." He admits, she allows him to just speak, not interrupting him.

"There was this one night... Don't know if you'd remember, you were quite drunk... To be fair I was high as a kite too... I remember all of it though" he laughs at the memory. She listens intently wanting to know what he's about to say.

"We were all sitting out on the patio of that house, remember the huge pool? You had your feet in the water and I remember wanting nothing more than to just go up to you and just talk, without all the arguing" she nods at this, she thinks she would've liked that.

"Anyway... You came and sat with us and we were drinking and we were all talking, it was the first time we actually properly spoke without being mean to each other. Remember you like... Squeezed in-between George and me and I was shocked I had you that close" she remembers it now and she can't help but smile at the huge smile that rests on his lips as he tells the story.

"think I remember you were particularly bearable that day so I was nice to you... Also I was high too" she smirks and he chuckles at her, pressing a kiss to her head.

"We all drank way too much and Hann forced G and Ross to go to bed, you didn't want to so you stayed" he says, she doesn't remember any of this and she feels bad.

"I thought you were going to leave because it was just us... But we spoke for quite a while" he says.

"About what?" She asks, genuinely curious as to what they would've spoken about back then.

"About all sorts: your tour, our tour, you told me about this coffee place you had found in New York, told me to visit it, you told me about some douche you were seeing at the time" she groans at the last part making him chuckle

"... And then you fell asleep on me... And I didn't wake you up because I just wanted to have you there forever" he admits and her eyes soften as she looks into them.

"I eventually took you up to your room and then wrote that song... That whole holiday I was trying to memorise everything about you, just in case I never got to see it again" he admits.

"It was the November after that holiday you-?" She goes to ask, stopping her words completely worried she was pressing on something he didn't want to talk about.

He knows what she's saying even though she doesn't say it and he nods, grasping her hand, placing a gentle kiss to the back of it, letting her know it was okay to talk about.

"Can I admit something to you? Without you... Despising me for it.." he asks and she nods.

"That summer... It made me realise how much I had fucked up... I knew I could've had you the way that the guys had you, if I was honest with you from the start... The idea of never having you kind of broke me" he admits, she frowns and she feels her heart hurt at his words.

"I always hoped that one day it would all fall into place. But you went on tour after that and I dunno... I missed you even though... Even though I didn't have you. And I kind of just... Broke" he admits, she frowns up at him. She felt like it was her fault and he's quickly pressing a firm kiss to her lips as he sees her features fall.

"Baby you had nothing to do with it. It was me... Me being stupid and selfish and getting myself into this fucking pit of misery... There was other stuff too, don't want you thinking it was all about you because it wasn't. I got to this point in my life where... I didn't like the person I saw in the mirror, the douche that had fucked up his life... And using, it just made all that go away" he says and she nods, still feeling awful for his confession. She appreciates him being honest and that overshadows his confession.

"In rehab... I kind of realised that I can either pine over you for the rest of my life... Or I can do something about it. Kind of had that realisation about a lot of things in my life. I just knew I had to fix my life and myself otherwise I risked losing all of you"

"Matty" she says softly, leaning forward to press her lips to his. Her eyes were tearing up now, and he felt a tear drop to his cheek making him pull away.

"Why are you crying love?" He asks, pulling her tightly into her chest. She knew now she didn't need to be scared about anything, he was her person. He always had been.

"I just know now. I know how you feel about me. You don't need to prove anything Matty... That- that song, that story, it's everything I need to know" she says, pushing herself away from his embrace to look at him.

"Would you be mad if I said I wanted to prove it?" He says making her laugh.

"Of course not" she says, pulling him into a hug now. In fact she loves that he still does, he could easily settle now, accept the fact that she had forgiven him but he still wanted to prove how much he cared and that was the sweetest thing.

"Thank you" she murmurs against his neck.

"Thank you for what sweetheart?" He says.

"For telling me all that" she says, she knows it isn't easy for him to be like this with people and she's so thankful she is the one he's choosing to be like this with.

"One sec" he says, going to his bag to get something, whatever is, is being clutched in a tight grip in his hand and he hesitates as he puts it into hers, clasping his hands around hers, not letting her see it yet.

"I bought you something on that holiday... I knew... Well no: I hoped, that one day I'd be giving it to you, and have carried it everywhere with me since then... Just in case I needed it" he says, removing his hand, allowing her to open her hands, revealing a gold necklace, attached to the chain was a pendant, a small letter "M".

"Matty..." she says, voice trailing off as she looked at the piece of jewelery. "It's beautiful"

"You don't have to wear it... Not yet. Not if you don't want to" he says and her eyes find his.

"just promise me something yeah?" He says.

"Anything" she nods.

"Promise me you'll wear that when you're mine. When I've proven to you how sorry I am, how I truly feel" he says and she thinks he's already proven all of that, not that she lets him know that just yet.

"I promise" she says, pulling him into another tight hug.

"Let's go join the boys yeah?" He asks and she nods, not before pressing a firm kiss to his lips. He watches her as he leaves the bed, begging her to stay there for a second whilst he grabs his phone, snapping a quick photo of her, she looked so cool, clad only in her underwear, tattoos on display, tanned skin almost tempting him again.

"You're so beautiful love, could look at you all day" he says, palms flat against the bed as he lowers his mouth to hers quickly before they finally dress and join the boys.

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Two weeks later the band are all sitting around this huge room at one of the venues. The past two weeks have been absolute bliss, it somehow felt that they had all grown closer, they all spent every waking movement with each other, never tiring of each other. You'd think spending 5 weeks with each other, 35 whole days, would make them sick of each other, but she loved the time she spent with every single one of them.

Matty and Lou had almost been in their own little love bubble, every day Matty did something to prove how sorry he was for treating her so badly for so many years. He made her a coffee every morning, sung songs to her when they were alone, scattered loving kisses to every inch of her body he could find. Sometimes in the middle of the night when they should've been sleeping, he would tell her a story, a small fact about the old days, that just proved that he really didn't hate her after all.

The band were now scattered about the room on various sofas. Matty sits on a round leather chair, it almost swallows him, makes him look tiny in comparison.

Ross is sprawled out on the ground next to him, his legs extending in front of him as one arm rests under his head. Matty laughs at how ridiculous he looks, his head resting near Matty's calves as the two spoke, Ross's voice slightly distorted from lying upside down.

The sound catches the attention of Lou, they share a look briefly before she continues talking to George , the two laughing with each other, G's arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders, the two spending some much needed time with each other (especially considering Charli had left to do her own shows) but the sight made Matty's heart swell.

"I've never seen you so happy mate" Ross says from below him, making Matty turn his attention to the lanky lad laid beneath him. The tall man turns on his stomach, looking up at him the right way round now.

"It's good mate" he then says. Matty nods, his eye wandering over to her again. He almost draws her in his mind: laughing uncontrollably with his best mate, tears coating her cheeks, a huge smile resting against her lips, those lips that he can never get enough of. Her hair is up in a ponytail, carelessly showing the bruises scattered around her neck.

"She's just the best" Matty says and Ross nods.

"She is. Thanks for that, glad you plucked your ideas up, glad we didn't lose her in the end " Ross says and Matty smiles at him "one of us forever now".

Matty nods "yeah" he has half a mind to ask her to get the 1975 box tattooed, she was part of the band after all, but she was also so much more than that.

A little while later, Ross has moved from the floor, now mucking around with Hann and George.

Matty remains in the huge chair, too comfortable to move. His phone rests in his hand, scrolling carelessly through Instagram, coming across a photo Lou had posted, the one he took, he smiles before commenting, reading his mates comments too, smiling down at his phone.

His phone pings, notifying him of a text. He smiles when he clicks on it, a selfie of the two of them set as her picture, "Room for one more?".

His eyes leave the screen, when he sees her, her own phone resting in her hands as she leans against a wall on the other side of the room. He nods and she walks over. He holds his arms out as she climbs onto the chair, he adjusts her so her legs are hung over his, holding onto her side as she rests against him. She smells faintly of cigarettes and he thinks that must have been where she was previously, but its her scent that is so overwhelming her; sweet and addictive that evades his senses.

"Hi" he says quietly, a wide smile breaking out on his face.

"Hi" she smiles.

"Missed you" he says simply, she nuzzles into his side, not saying anything for a beat, her lips press against his cheek, feeling the rough stubble he had let grow against her mouth.

"Missed you too" she pulls back to look at him, his red lips call her name and she can't help but push hers against his. His hand flies to her jaw, controlling the kiss quickly. His mouth opens on instinct and her tongue quickly meets his, moving against each other passionately. She pulls away slowly, making him groan in protest against her, only making her giggle. Oh that laugh, he fucking loves it man. He loves her.

"What was that for?" He asks, not complaining in the slightest, just curious.

"You guys are adorable" George says sighing deeply. They break away to look at him. A frown on his face.

"Fuck I miss charli' he says and they both frown.

They share a look, nod and both open their arms up, inviting him to join on the huge chair. He practically throws himself onto the pair, the both of them wrapping him up in a warm hug.

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They were both acting absolutely feral before the show, they were annoying the shit out of everyone with the amount of sexual tension that was in the room.

The moment he walked out in his suit she felt her eyes darken, her breath pick up and her heart beat faster in her chest (and core). Her eyes raked down his form, how the shirt clung to his chest in just the right way, how his slacks fit his slender legs perfectly. He looked godly and she found herself swallowing at the sight.

He knew that look all too well and he smirked at the sight. She looked fit too: black leather skirt clinging to her delicious thighs as she sat on a high chair, her booted legs swinging, the top she was wearing wasn't particularly low cut but he could see the "M" necklace he bought her resting in between the swell of her breasts.

"Fuck" he muttered to himself, it didn't take her long to wear the necklace at all and the thought had him falling deeper by the minute.

He felt a hand clasp his back making him have to peel his eyes of her.

"Mate, we've got 5 minutes before we have to be on that stage, I know she looks fit but don't start something you know both of you can't finish" Ross says and George nods next to him. He sighs but nods agreeing with the sound advise.

His legs take him to her anyway. The boys flee just in case, getting ready to go on stage and leaving the pair be.

"Wow Healy" she says and a groan grumbles in his chest at the sultry tone she uses.

"Right?" He says, giving her a twirl, trying to ease the tension for his sake only. His eyes find hers again and he almost loses it.

He runs a hand through his curls which aren't tamed by the usual hair gel tonight and she almost pounces on him. His feet betray him and take him the rest of the way to her. His eyes land on her delicious thighs, hands finding them without a single thought. They're spread not a second later and oh how well they welcome him. His eyes catch a glimpse of her black lace underwear and his eyes snap shut.

"You're killing me here" he says as her neck strains to find his Adams apple.

"Baby" he groans eyes snapping open, their dark eyes finding each other.

"You look so good" he says, the vowels drawn out.

"You don't look so bad yourself Healy" she says, fingers playing with his curls, he didn't even see how they got there but they're curling around the strands gently, she knows she can't mess up his hair too much.

He breathes in deeply as he looks at her, breath bated and sharp.

"You look so good baby" she sighs out, repeating his words back to him, her breath hitting his lips.

"Oh fuck it" he says, smashing his lips against hers. Their tongues quickly find each other, meeting messily. He presses his core forward, his hands finding her hips and pulling her tight against him, she almost falls off the chair, but his tight grasp has her held against him, flushed.

Their make out session is quickly cut short, bells ringing to let the band know they're due to be on soon.

"Fuck" he murmurs against her lips, he sighs against her before they both pull away to go on stage.

He had clearly decided to make this show more painful for her. Particularly when he did the 'bit' on the sofa. It felt all to real when his fingers grasped the buttons of his shirt. Usually he would look up, away from the audience but this time he turned to where she was standing on the stage.

His eyes found hers, he took a puff of his cigarette, lips pursing as he blew out, he winked at her making her gasp. His hand smoothed down his chest, he only looked away when his palm lay flat against his trouser covered cock, that's when he decided to throw his head back, he purposely let out a deep sigh.

She swore she heard her name and the fans in front of her looked to her and screamed. Oh shit he said her name.

"You little shit Healy" she murmured to herself.

During the final bows, she made her way backstage and waited for him there. She sat anxiously for a while before she left, deciding to wait in his changing room. When she heard the crowd screaming loudly she knew they had left the stage.

She knew he'd rush to find her so she had to be quick. Her fingers found the zip of her skirt, discarding it. She took off her top, revealing a black lace bodysuit, something Matty hadn't seen her in before. She found one of Matty's white shirts and threw that over her frame. She heard the door slam against the wall behind her and she whipped around to seem him. His shirt was nowhere to be seen and he had already started on the buckle of his belt. He shut the door behind him and turned the lock until it clicked.

"There she is" he said, his voice deep as his eyes found hers.

"That wasn't fair now was it Matty?" She says, stepping slowly towards him. He froze in his tracks as she approached him, finally taking in her attire. A groan rumbled from his chest and his cock twitched in his pants.

"Fuck me you look hot' he says as her hands are placed on his bare shoulders. She lowers herself until she's on her knees, her lips finding his abdomen as he throws his head back.

"Don't get me wrong, you looked so fit. Running your hand down your chest like that" she said, mimicking his earlier actions.

"And the way your head was thrown back when you..." She says, her hand moving down more until flush against his core.

"But it wasn't fair Matty. Saying my name as if no one would hear" she says.

"Lou" he sighs again. She looks up at him through her eyelashes, her fingers find the zipper of his trousers and they make light work of undoing them. He helps her remove them, he knows she's the devil when her lips press against his clothed core.

"Fuck me" he says. Looking down at the beautiful woman on her knees for him, trying to commit the view to memory.

"oh I will, don't you worry baby" she says and he groans. Her hands find the hem of his boxers, pulling at them until his member is free and snaps against his abs.

This is completely uncharted territory but he's thriving off it.

"You're so hard for me" she says and he nods bashfully. She's too turned on and needs him too much to tease him, so her lips quickly find their place around his tip. The red and leaking tip disappearing against her red lips, her lipstick marking his member.

He groans and his hands wrap around her hair, making a makeshift ponytail .

"oh fuck you're good at this ' he groans. Her lips move down his shaft, all the way to the base and she moans against him, the vibrations nearly killing him. She begins bobbing up and down on him, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat perfectly. She doesn't gag, she moans and it has Matty's stomach clenching.

"Oh fuck you're the best" he says and she looks up at him, continuing her work and making him writhe against her. All that can be heard is his deep grunts and the wet sounds coming from below him and it's like music to his ears.

"Baby I can't, I need to be inside you" he groans, she moans against him and his hands are quickly placed against her shoulders, pushing her off him until a pop sounds. His hand finds her and he pulls her to her feet, he grabs her hips and pulls her flush against him, he quickly picks her up, leading her to the countertop to the left of them. He pops open the lace bodysuit, she grasps him in her hand and leads him to her core. His tip brushes against her clit before dipping into her cunt, coating just the head of him with her juices. He gives her a look and she nods at him, letting him know she wanted this.

"Fuck you're so wet, who made you this wet huh?" He says, lips pushing against hers, tongues fighting.

"You, it's always you" she says against him.

"Please fuck me Matty" she sighs.

"oh I will' he says, a smirk resting against his lips before he thrusts harshly into her. She takes all of him and they both moan loudly.

"Oh god Matty' she moans, hands grasping at his back, trying to get him closer although not possible.

"You were made for me darling' he looks down at where they meet, nearly coming undone at the site.

He pulls back before his hips snap forward again, sending his cock deep into her. Her head snaps upwards as she screams. They moan, groan and scream in unison, his cock driving to and from her at an unforgiving pace, curving upwards slightly and hitting her gspot perfectly. His eyes are trained on where they met, the sight filthy, turning him on even more. He felt unbelievably lucky that he got to have her like this. He had never felt this good with anyone before, but he also couldn't believe how connected it made them feel.

Her mouth opens and forms a "o" as the tip of him rubs against her soft spot.

"That it baby?" He groans and she nods vigorously. He continues driving himself into that spot, the spot that has her convulsing around him. His own head shoots back now, her lips sucking against his Adams apple. His fingertips find her clit and he circles it.

"Cum with me" he says, his words sending her over the edge, he cums not a second later joining her in the white hot pleasure.

It was a hard and fast fuck, what both of them needed to shake off the tension that had started to become unbearable mixed with adrenaline of the show.

He holds her tightly against him, pressing soft kisses to her lips. He pulls back to look at her and finds her smiling up at him.

"Never going to get used to that" he says and she nods in agreement. His pulls out of her, making the both of them groan. His fingertips find the "M" of the necklace as he smiles down at her. He doesn't ask if this means she's his, because the both of them already knew that and neither of them needed or wanted to confirm it just yet. They were enjoying just figuring it out for now.

"Look pretty with my initial on you" he says and she smirks.

"Marked your territory real good" she says and he all but groans at that. His territory. Her words had basically confirmed she was his anyway.

"Spoke to the boys earlier.... We think... If you want. That you should get the box tattoo" he says and she smiles up at him. If anyone asked her about this moment, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it justice, or explain how it made her feel. It was the best thing that had ever happened to her, it let her know that she was where she was supposed to be with the people who loved her most: she was home.

"I think that's a wonderful idea" she says, fighting back the urge to cry at the sentiment.

"Now what are we going to do about the fact you moaned my name in front of thousands of people?" She asks and he laughs loudly, leaving her to get a cloth to clean her up. He's gentle with the process knowing she would be easily overstimulated. She appreciates the softness of it all, especially when he places a soft kiss on her forehead when she winces.

"That's up to you love. We can let them speculate, or we can tell them" he says and she nods, thinking through the possible options.

"Tell them what though?" She asks and he agrees, at this moment in time, nothing was confirmed, they both knew how they felt but nothing was set in stone yet, they were going with the flow.

"I don't know... But I do know I don't want to have to hide. Want to love on you whenever I want... Flirt with you on that stage and over Instagram" he says making her laugh.

"How post-modern of you" and they both laugh loudly at that.

"Well then... Guess we just let them speculate" she says and he nods at her. His lips press against hers before they both get changed, returning to the boys.

"You guys are gross" George says making everyone laugh.

"Oh shut up, we've heard much worse from you" Matty says.

"Oh Charli... Just like that" Ross says, in a high pitch voice, completely taking the piss out of G. She's thankful he's taking some of the heat off of Matty and her.

"I do not sound like that thank you very much!" He says, defensive as ever. They join the group, Lou talking with Hann about various things as Matty messes around with the other lads.

She couldn't see how this could get any better.

Part 7

[star-struck01]

Hot-Headed Chicken

You make Hawks mad by eating something of his and he realizes he's being stupid

Masterlist

(Not my photo)

Keigo "Hawks" Takami x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1781

Written:12/09/2020

Edited: 05/23/2023

"Y/N!!!!" Your name vibrated through the halls, and pictures actually shook against the walls. You turned your head in the direction where the booming voice came from. Frowning slightly, you yelled back just as loudly. 

"WHAT?!?!" You were currently sitting in the living room watching some crappy TV show that held most of your attention, but with the ever-growing sounds of heavy footsteps getting closer, your attention started to drift. You snapped back to reality when a body blocked your vision of the couples that wouldn't last a week if it wasn't filmed. You glanced up to see bright red feathers slightly ruffled and an angry No. 2 hero glaring down at you. You tilted your head to the side with an eyebrow raised, as if saying, "Go on," with your body.

"Did you eat my chicken nuggets?" He visibly seethed, his wings raising as if to intimidate you, making sure that all of your attention was on him.

"Oh...yeah so?" You shrugged your shoulders and shifted on the couch to try and see the TV again. Hawks stumbled back from the shock as if you had told him that the two of you were done. In his mind, you just did.

"...So? SO?! Y/N, those were MY chicken nuggets, and YOU ate them." He looked at you bewildered, and you looked right back at him, trying to figure out why he was so upset.

"Okay, okay, I’m sorry, they weren't with your stuff in the fridge, so I assumed they were leftovers from last night." You shifted a little on the couch from his  glare, the intensity making you feel a little uncomfortable.

"I was saving them for later!" He turned his head away, groaning and rubbing his hands down his face, his head already pounding because of an earlier villain fight that probably resulted in him gaining a concussion. "Jesus, don’t you ever think about anyone but yourself?" He glared at you with annoyance and irritation through the corner of his eye. The second that sentence left his mouth, he quickly realized his mistake and snapped his head over to you just in time to catch the look of pure shock and hurt on your face. Because his statement was wrong, all you did was think of others; you were the sweetest person he knew and always gave people a second chance if they deserved it. Tears began to roll down your cheeks, and you looked away as you quickly wiped at them. "Wait, kid, I didn’t mean it!" Keigo got down on his knees and shuffled closer, quickly trying to apologize for what he said.

"Keigo…" You stood up, keeping your eyes trained on anywhere but him. He gulped and began to prepare himself for the absolute worst as you started walking to the entryway. "You started this over chicken nuggets. Which, might I add, you could have easily made or bought more of, but instead you threw a fit because I ate six measly chicken nuggets. And I don't think of anyone but myself? Try again." You look over your shoulder at him with tears slowly running down your face. Scoffing as you grabbed your coat and slid your shoes on, you snatched your bag that had your keys, ID, and other necessities off the floor, muttering something about him being immature. He quickly rushed after you, but you turned around completely to glare at him. "I’m going to stay somewhere else until you can learn to man up and not act like a 5-year-old. If I wanted to hang out with children, I would have gone to the nearby preschool. Goodbye Keigo" You opened the door and left without Keigo getting a word in or trying to persuade you to stay. He made his way slowly back to the couch and sat down where you were just occupying it. Looking at the TV where the crappy show was still playing, he watched it for a bit, letting it distract him just a little before his mind wandered back to you. He thought of what he could do to make you come back, but he just kept coming up empty-handed, and after a couple of minutes, he fell asleep, missing you and regretting what he did.

Months had passed since your fight, and Keigo was dying without you. He's just being dramatic, though; it's only been two days since your fight, and he's wallowing in self-pity and missing you greatly. You were missing him just as much, but you were still waiting for an apology that the other couldn’t find the words for. Keigo's days off were over, and he had to go back to work. Instead of flying, he decided to walk since flying seemed pointless without you, as you were his metaphorical wings, holding him up when things got bad. So he walked, and he walked right by Midoriya, who stopped walking and turned around, confused as to why he'd see the No. 2 walking while he was on his way to school. Maybe it was a wing fracture? It didn't matter; he just had to stop the hero, so he moved in front of Hawks, successfully stopping him so he could ask him what was wrong if he was walking. Surprised, Keigo looked down at the green-haired OFA user. "I...It's nothing of your concern." He walked around him and continued walking before the short boy moved in front of him again, looking at him pointedly. Hawks sighed and tilted his head side to side as if weighing the options before telling Midoriya, "Fine, I got into a fight with my partner over something stupid. Are you happy now?" He glared slightly at Midoriya, who, in turn, just shook his head, waiting for him to give him more information. "Jesus, okay, it was over them eating chicken nuggets that were mine. It happened a couple of days ago." He looked down, disappointed in himself.

"You fought over that?!" Midoriya was bewildered; the No. 2 hero fought over something as little as who ate who's chicken nuggets. Hawks gave the boy a disappointed nod. "And it's been two days? How are you going to make it up to them after that?" Midoriya asked with a raised eyebrow, all while tilting his head.

"I don’t know yet." Hawks rubbed his lower face and looked away from Midoriya so he co

uldn’t see how embarrassed he was, but he didn’t have to because Midoriya could practically see the embarrassment and disappointment seeping off of Keigo in waves.

"I mean, just an idea; you could always apologize to them with something they like. Works with most couples, but that doesn't mean you should buy back their forgiveness." The little OFA user glared slightly at the older man, and just as Hawks’ eyes lit up, he rushed home, yelling thank you to the now very late schoolboy.

An hour later, Hawks began to put his plan into action; he would "bump" into you on your way to work and apologize to you with a gift you hopefully liked. He stealthily walked in the direction of your work just as you were headed towards the entrance. Keigo hid the gift behind his back and rushed over to you, using his wings to propel him faster. He moved in front of you and spread his wings out so you couldn't go by him and his stupid big firetruck-red wings. "Y/N, please listen to me!"

It took a second for your brain to catch up, but once it did, you looked him right in the eyes with a slight glare. "What do you want, Hawks? Are you finally here to apologize?" You questioned him with a slight annoyance.

"Yes! Exactly! I wanted to come apologize to you, Y/N." He grabbed your hand with his free hand, the other still behind his back. You remembered how those hands would encircle your waist when you were cuddling on the couch after a long day of work, watching those crappy TV shows that you both loved to make fun of. You shook yourself of the thought and sighed before looking up and waiting for him to continue. The people around you looked at the sight of the No. 2 hero, and you, Hawks, didn't hide your relationship. You could practically see the shared thought above their heads: "What is he apologizing for?" You focused back on Hawks as he smiled awkwardly. What a funny sight to see the pretty boy No. 2 hero looking awkward. "I’m so sorry, sunshine. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for such a stupid thing as eating my chicken nuggets."

You sigh and tilt your head side to side as if weighing the options, which he picked up from you. You look back up at him, looking hurt. "I don’t know Hawks; you really hurt my feelings the other day over that." He begins to rub his thumb over your knuckles as a nervous tic, thinking of what to say next without making you mad or before you leave.

"N/N, please let me make it up to you." He began kneeling and moving the hand that was behind his back into view. Everyone in the vicinity who was watching the two interact gasped and began to film the pair. You lean back slightly, shocked and thinking the same thing as everyone else: you were going to be proposed to as an apology. That was until you saw what he was holding. You burst out laughing just as Hawks pulled out a box of chicken nuggets and held it out to you. You pulled him to a stand and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a long and passionate kiss.

You're still laughing as you finally part for air. You smile widely. "I could never stay mad at you forever, you birdbrain." The crowd is cheering and laughing at how you two show affection. Despite how stupid this fight was, Keigo was yours and you were his, and the two of you weren't parting for a long time.

"Hey kid, why don’t we go back home and watch some crappy TV shows? We'll call in sick." He says this as he pulls you closer, and you nod your head as you hold onto him tightly. He picks you up bridal style and takes off into the air in the direction of your house. The wind is flowing through both of your hairs as he looks down and smiles at you. "I love you, "Y/N."

You smile back at him and lean up slightly to kiss his cheek. "I love you too, Keigo."

[elliespeach]

i'll be home soon | ellie williams angst

an. this is very short, around 800 words, and very angsty. this is a remake of one of my older fics from 2016 because i can't bring myself to write anything else i am at a road block im sorry if this is not that great but i wanted to give yall something!

warnings: ellie death, blood and gore, all around sad vibes

ellie rolled over, heaving the dead clicker off of her body. she groaned as she did, the pain in her stomach overcoming her and she looked down to examine it. any bite mark she could survive, but she wasn’t immune from being ripped apart. her stomach was badly wounded, the clicker had taken a chunk out of her abdomen leaving it jagged and gushing blood. ellie tried using her hands to cover her injury but it kept bleeding profusely and she cursed herself for letting this happen. 

she knew she didn’t have a lot of time, that she would bleed out before anyone could come and rescue her. she had patrolled alone today, the section she was assigned to was an easy one but the clicker jumped her and her efforts to save herself only prolonged her inevitable fate. her backpack only a few feet away began to utter muffled words, but she could recognize your voice anywhere. 

dragging herself to the backpack she shuffled through it for the radio and was able to make out the last few of your words. “...ellie can you check in?” your voice so clear through the radio almost made all the pain go away. ellie’s world stopped and for a moment she forgot her predicament, the only thing in the world that truly comforted her was you. 

ellie breathed your name into it with a weak smile on her face, she rolled onto her back, the radio gripped in her hand. “i’m fine, don’t worry about me.” she spoke, using every ounce of energy to sound coherent but in reality her world was shifting and her vision was going fuzzy. 

“are you almost done? we have a date tonight you know and it’s getting late,” you joked into the radio from jackson. you weren’t on patrol today, taking the day off to do some chores around the house you and ellie shared. you liked it this way, although you wished ellie wouldn’t go out so often. 

“y-yes baby, i know about our date,” ellie contemplated her words, holding in her bloody coughs to keep you from worrying. ellie didn’t want the last time you spoke to be frantic, she knew no matter how fast anyone got here, she was a goner. “i’m – i’m gonna be home real soon, okay?” 

“are you okay? you sound weir–”

“do you remember our first date?” ellie laughed into the radio, her stomach was on fire but she concentrated hard on the memory. “we snuck into the abandoned building in town–” 

“and we made a fort,” you recalled, smiling at the small radio in your hands. oblivious to your girlfriend’s distraction tactic. “what did you call it again?” 

“castle fort,” ellie chuckled at the name and you did too, making her smile. “we should go back there someday.” 

“yeah, we should.” you leaned back in your chair, your eyes wandering to the clock in front of you. “when did you say you’ll be back, i miss youuu.” 

“i'll be home soon, baby i promise. i’ll make it to our date, don't you worry,” she paused, the gaping hole in her stomach begging to be treated. she bit down on her lip to keep from groaning in pain. “can you wear that pretty dress i like? the floral one?” 

“ellie, were just watching a movie.” you rebutted, twirling a pen around your fingers. “speaking of, maria spoiled it for me so don’t get attached to the blonde kid.” 

“i told you maria s-spoils everything, and i know, but you look so beautiful in it,” ellie begged, “please? for me?” 

you sighed into the radio and ellie imagined you smiling at the compliment as you always did. “if it makes you happy, sure babe. i’ll wear it but we need to actually watch the movie.” 

“you got it, pretty girl.” ellie’s pain reduced to a numbed stinging and her mind was beginning to feel foggy. she felt tired, so tired and she fought to keep her eyes open as they began to well up at the idea of never seeing you again. 

“go finish what you gotta do, i’ll talk to you when you get back.” your voice sounded so angelic over the static in the radio and ellie had to use all her strength to respond. 

“okay, i love you. i love you so much,” she breathed out,still holding back her tears, the pain was almost gone now and her vision was going black. 

“i love you,” your words rang in ellie’s ears as the radio fell from her hands and landed in the blood that had pooled around her. her mind was repeating the phrase as her eyes closed, feeling the tiredness melt away until she felt nothing anymore. her last thought was of you, all smiley and bubbly wearing that dress she loved so much. 

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

Chapter 14

Bang Chan

There's some stupid article or whatever on the internet that says your partner's DNA stays on your mouth for an hour after kissing. If that's actually true, Aria's essence, taste, DNA, everything will be on me not for an hour but for the rest of my life.

"What were you talking with him that made you laugh so much?"

"Not anything you need to know"

"You think this is funny?"

"I think you're overreacting. Just because I was talking to someone other than you."

I have never lost it with my friends since the beginning of knowing them even though we give each other shit. But if I catch Aria with Hyunjin again smiling and laughing like that- I will definitely lose my fucking mind.

What the hell is wrong with me?

We had an agreement, a god damn contract, and now I'm acting like some jealous asshole because my wife was getting along with another man- my best friend, for crying out loud.

The thought should terrify me, but instead, it makes me want her more. It makes me want to hold on to this feeling, to her, even tighter.

"Everything is prepared and set for launch in a few months," Jane, my personal assistant, said as she stood in my office this morning, running through recent contracts, stocks, and an overview of the products we were preparing to launch.

Aurelius stood out for it's luxury and elegant collections, fashion shows, and an unwavering commitment to innovation. This new line was particularly significant, marking a bold step into sustainable luxury- a gamble that could either solidify our standing or expose us to criticism.

As Jane continued her updates, my mind wandered back to the previous night with Aria. The way she surrendered herself to me in my Rolls Royce sent nothing but pure satisfaction coursing through my veins. I could still feel the heat of her skin, the softness of her lips, the way her body arched, as if she were made to fit perfectly in my arms.

She is fucking made for me. Her body moulded and melted with mine like a missing piece of a puzzle I struggled to solve. And there was nothing more pleasing than making her see and feel that she was no one's but mine.

I was so fucking hard at the sight of seeing her naked and needy last night, my cock was about to pierce and break free from my tailored pants that costs more than one's house rent.

The way she cried with pleasure when I explored every inch of her with my hands and mouth felt like getting lost in a fantasy, where I never wanted to return to the real world.

"Mr. Bang, are you listening?" Jane's voice pulled me back to the present.

"Yeah, sorry. Go on," I said, forcing myself to concentrate. I couldn't afford distractions, not with so much riding on this launch. Jane gave me a concerned look but continued.

"The investors are eager, but there are whispers of skepticism regarding the sustainable materials. Some think it's just a marketing gimmick."

"Let them think what they want," I replied, a touch of frustration in my voice. "We'll prove them wrong with results."

"Of course"

"Is there anything else?" I asked Jane, hoping to wrap up the meeting.

"Just one more thing," she said hesitantly.

"There's been some unusual activity reported by our IT department. They think someone might be trying to access our confidential files."

My eyes widened at her words, a cold shiver running down my spine. "What?" I tried to keep my voice low but it came our sharper than I intended.

"They're still investigating, but they haven't pinpointed the source yet," Jane replied, her own worry evident in her expression. "It could be an internal issue or an external threat. We're not sure. Whatever they try, it leads to unknown"

I rubbed my temples. Great. When I thought everything could go smoothly, some bullshit has to come and ruin everything.

"I need that fucker tracked down by the end of the week. I don't care what security measures you have to implement or how much overtime it takes. Just get it done," I snapped, my frustration bubbling over.

Jane nodded, her expression steely. "Understood."

As she left the office, I leaned back in my chair, trying to reign in my temper. My mind raced through a thousand possibilities. Any number of competitors could be behind it and I cannot afford any leaks on this project I've been working on for a year.

I sat there for a moment, the weight of the situation bearing down on me. The launch was critical, and then there was Aria. My mind kept drifting back to her and last night no matter how much I tried to keep it down.

There was too much at stake. My father was counting on me, the board was watching, and the future of Aurelius depended on my ability to handle this.

As much as my father believes in me to take over the company one day, giving such a project in my hands is his way of testing my leadership. I trusted myself with my logics and strategies, yet, something in my gut is telling me to be aware of an upcoming threat.

With a sigh, I pushed those thoughts aside. I couldn't afford to let my emotions cloud my judgment. I returned to the pile of documents on my desk, diving into the work that needed to be done. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, the memory of a certain brunette lingered, a constant reminder of what could be slipping through my grasp.

Fuck this hell. I need a drink.

But instead of going to my cabinet where I keep my whiskeys and other expensive wine, I grabbed my phone and dialed my favourite Michelin star restaurant.

"Good morning. I'd like to make a reservation for this afternoon"

***

"Oh wow Chris, this place looks stunning" Aria said, her eyes wide with admiration as she took in the elegant surroundings of L'Étoile.

The restaurant was a symphony of sophistication and luxury. Huge chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a soft, golden glow over the room. The walls were adorned with tasteful art, each piece carefully chosen to complement the refined atmosphere. The tables were dressed in crisp, white linens, and the gentle clinking of silverware and murmured conversations added to the ambiance.

I watched Aria's face light up, a small, genuine smile tugging at my lips despite myself.

"I thought you might like it," I said, guiding her inside the restaurant. We slowly stepped inside, the soft hum of classical music enveloping us as the scent of freshly baked bread and exquisite dishes wafted through the air.

Wee approached the hostess stand, a well-dressed host with a polished demeanor greeted us with a courteous bow.

"Good afternoon. I have a reservation for the afternoon. Under Christopher Bang" I said smoothly while my hand remained on the small of Aria's back. She stood so close to me, I could feel the faint scent of her floral perfume.

"Good afternoon, Mr. And Mrs. Bang. Your table is ready. Please follow me" The host instantly recognised me and led us through the restaurant, weaving between tables adorned with crisp white linens and sparkling silverware.

We passed a live string quartet playing in the corner, their music adding another touch of elegance. Our table was perfectly positioned near a large window, offering a breathtaking view of the city skyline illuminated against the afternoon sky.

The host pulled out Aria's chair with a practiced grace, and she settled into it with a look of awe still etched on her face. I took my seat across from her, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her reaction.

"Your server will be with you shortly," the greeter said, placing the menus in front of us with a polite smile. "Please enjoy your afternoon."

As he walked away, I noticed Aria's eyes scanning the room, taking in every detail. She looked stunning in her gorgeous black coat and boots outfit, accentuating her natural beauty.

I felt a strange warmth in my chest, a feeling I was beginning to recognize as more than just physical attraction which surprisingly didn't feel uneasy.

The waiter approached, handing us the menus with a flourish. "Would you care for some wine to start?" he asked, his tone professional yet warm.

"Sure, bring us your best red," I replied, glancing at Aria who nodded in agreement. As the waiter left, Aria leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"This place is amazing. How did you find it?"

A faint smile tugged the corner of my lips as I watched her gaze locked with mine. "It is. I used to come here with my father. We love their dishes"

I managed a cool voice, trying to calm down a racing heart having no idea why it's beating so fast. Somehow today being with Aria felt different. Her gaze softened, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something in her eyes that made my heart skip a beat.

"Thank you for bringing me here," she said quietly.

I looked away, pretending to study the menu. "I thought you might want to spend some time outside" I replied, but even I could hear the slight tremor in my voice.

The waiter returned with the wine, pouring us each a glass. I took a sip, letting the rich, velvety liquid coat my tongue, trying to calm the conflicting emotions swirling inside me.

"Shall we order?" I asked, eager to steer the conversation away from the dangerous territory of feelings.

As we discussed the menu, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. The way she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved- it was all insanely distracting.

"So um," Aria spoke in a low voice, attempting to break the silence. "How's work?"

"It's," I took a sip of the wine. I've gotten so used to whiskey, even the best wine tastes like fruit juice from the supermarket.

"It's hectic as always," I finally replied, my voice softer than usual. "The upcoming launch is taking up most of my time." I was being careful with the words but somehow I felt like I wanted to share more with her than just the weather and how the food tastes.

"You did mention that it was a big step," She replied softly, encouraging me to continue, those big brown eyes having trapped the soft glow of the lights above us.

I took a deep breath, deciding to let her in a bit more. "We're introducing a new sustainable luxury collection. It's a quiet a big shift for the company, and there's a lot riding on it. It's exciting, but also nerve-wracking."

Aria watched me with concern. "That sounds intense. It's a lot to handle."

"Yeah," I admitted, feeling a slight weight lift off my shoulders just by talking about it. "But it's not just that. There's a lot of pressure from the board, my father, and everyone else. Sometimes it feels like I'm juggling too many things at once."

She reached across the table and gently placed her hand over mine. "You're doing great, Chris. I believe in you." Her words, simple as they were, meant more to me than I wanted to admit.

I squeezed her hand briefly, the soft brush of her hand over mine felt like a lifeline of a stormy sea.

"Thanks, Aria. It helps to hear that." She smiled, but there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"You don't always have to carry everything on your own, you know." I nodded, appreciating her support but knowing I had to keep my distance. But fuck, it was becoming harder and harder.

"I know. But some things are easier dealt with alone."

The rest of the meal passed in a more relaxed silence, her presence comforting yet bittersweet. Being with Aria was becoming more than just a contractual partner; she was someone I could confide in, someone who genuinely cared.

But I couldn't afford to let my guard down. Not yet. It was nearly impossible to shake off the feeling of this connection we were building. It was both a blessing and a curse.

And as much as I wanted to open up to her, to let her in completely, the risk of getting hurt, or worse, hurting her, was too high. She has dealt enough of my shit over the past months.

As we made our way out of the restaurant to my Porsche, I couldn't forget the way her eyes sparkled everytime she looked at me. They held hope and something I wasn't sure but desperately wanted to believe in.

Fuck. She's so gorgeous and so full of life, a pang of guilt hit me again, but I pushed it aside. I needed to focus. We made it to the car, I opened the passenger door for her and walked over to the driver's side.

The engine roared to life, and with a smooth glide, we pulled out onto the street. The city blurred past us as we drove in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Every now and then, I stole glances at Aria. She was staring out the window, her expression soft and contemplative.

Instead of taking the direction to my mansion, I drove to the headquarters of Aurelius.

"Where are we going?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"You'll see," I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. I could feel her gaze on me, but I kept my expression neutral, not wanting to give anything away.

After getting through the crazy traffic, we arrived at the towering headquarters of Aurelius. I slowly pulled into the entrance of the underground parking lot.

The security gates lifted as the system recognized my car, and I drove into the private parking area reserved for executives.

"Come on," I said, stepping out after parking the car and walked over to open her door. Her hand slipped into mine, Aria looked around, taking in the surroundings with a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"I thought it was time you saw where I spend most of my days. And nights."

"This is where you work?" she asked as she stepped out of the car, her eyes wide. "Yeah," I nodded, feeling a strange mix of pride and nervousness.

We walked into the minimalist yet luxurious building, the receptionist greeted us with a nod as we made our way to the elevator to the top floor.

The ride up was silent, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. It was filled with anticipation, well, at least on my part. When the elevator doors slid opened and my hand fell on the small of her back as I led her down the hall to my office.

The soft clicks of my shoes and her heels on the marble floor echoed through the corridor, the only sounds breaking the stillness.

Jane was sitting at her desk in front of my office, her fingers flying over the keyboard. She looked up as we approached, a surprised smile spreading across her face. I gestured her to sit when was stood up, tapping in my passcode and I pushed open the doors, as we stepped inside.

The office was spacious and modern, exuding an air of authority and elegance. My desk, a sleek piece of dark mahogany with polished chrome accents, stood in the middle of the room. It was positioned strategically to face the floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline, along with my coffee table and furniture for late night drinks.

Behind the desk, built-in bookshelves lined the walls, filled with an array of business books, awards, and framed photographs.

Aria glanced around the office, her eyes capturing and taking in every detail. She walked around the room, her fingers lightly brushing over the surface of my desk and the spines of the books on the shelves.

She stopped at the framed picture of my father and me, us dressed in our black suits with the Aurelius building behind us, a moment of pride and legacy frozen in time.

"You and your father," she said softly, glancing at me. "You look so much alike."

I nodded, my gaze fixed on the photograph. "He's been a huge influence on my life. Everything I've learned, is from him."

Aria turned back to me, her eyes full of curiosity and something else I couldn't quite place. "I can see that you're continuing his legacy," Her eyes fell on the floor then on me.

"But there's more to you than just work."

A pang clenched my chest at her words. She saw through the façade I had carefully constructed, the one that protected me from getting too close, from feeling too much.

"Aria," I began, my voice low and steady. "There's a lot you don't know about me." She took a step closer, her gaze unwavering.

"Then tell me, Chris. Let me in."

I hesitated, the words caught in my throat. Aria was a beacon of warmth in my otherwise controlled existence. Years of conditioning told me to retreat, to protect myself from the vulnerability her presence evoked.

I glanced at the photograph of my father. He had taught me strength, resilience, but emotions were never part of his lessons.

My mother was the woman he fell in love with and will love for the rest of his life. But unfortunately me being able to feel that is something I didn't inherit from my parents.

Aria's gaze was still on me, her eyes searching for mine. Searching for someone behind my exterior who would love her the way she deserves and I...

I wasn't that man she deserves.

"Chris,"

Before she could finish, I erased the distance between us, capturing her lips with mine. It was tender, yet filled with an intensity that spoke of all the things I couldn't say.

Her fingers sank in my hair as my hands held her waist, the surrounding faded away, leaving the two of us to get lost to wherever our souls desired.

She was mine. In every existing universe. But she was worth more than anything I felt capable of giving.

When we finally pulled apart, I rested my forehead against hers, breathing her in. If only she knew and if only I could keep her wrapped in the warmth of my embrace, shielded from the doubts that threatened to consume me, then maybe, I could give her the love she deserved...

The love I couldn't feel.

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Next Chapter

[puari-vol]

Surrender

I googled "how to undo hypnosis" but I wasn't finding anything useful, in fact I knew thinking about it made it worse, but I couldn't help myself, it was just so tantalizing...no no, not tantalizing, terrifying!

I closed the browser, and rubbed my temples, trying to sort my own thoughts from the ones that weren't supposed to be there. but It was just so hard not to think about her eyes, so pretty I coudln't help but stare, or the smell of her perfume, how it made me feel so dizzy and sleepy, or her voice, the way she just talked me down into a drooling empty mess...

I shook my head vigorously I needed to get out, take a walk, clear my mind...but it was just so hard not to think about it...it was just so easy to surrender, it felt so good to surrender...damn it!

I was walking now, I hopped the cool outdoor air would help me clear my head and make a decision. My phone buzzed and I started reaching into my pocket, then stopped myself. What if it was Her? Could she drop me in a text message? Of course she could, she could do anything to me, I was totally powerless...why did that make me want to check it more? no no...bad don't think about it, don't think...

and yet somehow my phone was in my hand, fingers seeming to work on their own until horrified at my lack of control I was reading a message from...not her, I sighed. was that relief? or disappointment? it was my friend asking where I had gone after the party last night...but I definitely should not think about the party.

and yet as I walked with nothing to occupy myself, I found my mind wandering back to the night before. It was a party in a friend of a friends backyard, I had just about gotten drunk enough to start enjoying myself when she walked up to me. She was small, nearly a whole head shorter than me, not threating in the slightest. I had seen her earlier standing alone in the corner, scanning the room completely expressionless. I remember thinking she didn't even look old enough to drink. But now that she was standing right in front of me, there was something in her eyes...an intensity that made me feel off balance...or maybe it was just the alcohol.

we chatted for a little bit about nothing in particular...or had we? The conversation was hard to remember...she asked me to check her eye shadow, to tell her how it looked, she had me smell her perfume, said it made her dizzy the first time she smelled it, she asked me how it made me feel. she asked me if I was relaxed and I just said, "sure" and she smiled a strange smile. then something distracted me and I looked away for a moment, when I looked back she had stepped closer, only inches away, one hand holding my arm gently

"wanna see something cool?" she said, still smiling

"uh, okay?"

"Good, just listen carefully, it won't work if you don't listen got it? you listening?"

"I'm listening"

"Good, all you have to do is listen and pay attention to my eyes, my eyes are pretty aren't they?"

"Yeah...?"

"Good, you're going to drop soon, you're feeling heavy right? that's probably my perfume, you're body's very relaxed for me now, are you ready? it will only feel like a second, just close your eyes for a moment...and sleep...and awake very good"

I stood up straight, she had pulled on my arm suddenly, pulling me down toward her. my heart was beating fast now for some reason

"What...what just happned?" I stammered pulling away from her a little, she just smiled

"just put you in a little trance, nothing to worry about"

"A trance?"

"Yeah with hypnosis, its fun right?"

"But...what...?

"You seem confused, here let me show you again real quick, it gets easier every time"

before I could say anything she moved in again, hand on my arm, tugging me gently toward her

"Eyes" she said, I found myself looking into hers and she smiled

"soooo good at following instructions, just like last time now, ready? three two one, sleep...that's right just like that, my voice is pushing the thoughts right out of your head, listening so so carefully, very good... remember, easier and easier every time, and awake!"

my eyes opened, we had somehow come inside from the backyard, and were now in a living room that was empty accept for a few sleeping drunk people.

"But...when...how did-"

"Shhhhh, sit down silly"

she pulled me down onto the couch with her

"But you're...I'm not...how are you doing this?"

"Shhhhhhh"

she reached her other hand out and put in on my cheek, I was too bewildered to stop her, away from the music and people I suddenly felt like all of my focus was on her.

"Don't worry about it, there's nothing you can do about it at this point, watch I'm just gonna tell you to close your eyes and Drop, that's right, sooooo easy now to let your mind go blank for me, very good. it feels good doesn't it? surrendering to me? yes it does. next time you drop you're gonna go so deep that you'll stay like that for the rest of the night, then we'll really get to have some fun, coming back, wide awake now"

she was snapping her fingers in front of my face, I was blinked rapidly, my body felt heavy and drowsy, the smell of her perfume was overwhelming. she gently pulled me down until I was lying in her lap, staring up at her beautiful eyes...

"Don't worry now, you're going to love this"

she said running a hand through my hair

"Because I'm going to tell you to love it, You're heads so empty now you could probably just drop yourself don't you think? Since you're so good at following instructions, just look deep into my eyes, and say "I surrender" then you'll be all mine"

I was already lost in her eyes, and her voice made it so hard to think, but my lips moved

"I....ssssurender...."

And that was all I could remember, I had woken up back home alone, with nothing but the smell and a note saying 'see you soon' to prove that it had been anything other than a dream.

I shook myself out of a daze, I had let my head go all fuzzy with the memories and my feet had wandered. I was standing outside of an 24 hour diner and I decided to go inside. I sat at the first available booth, and suddenly realized there was someone already sitting there, in my daze I had just sat down at someone else's table

"S-sorry I didn't see-"

Then my sluggish mind recognized the face smiling back at me and I froze

"good to see you again"

I tore myself away from her eyes and looked down at the table

"H-How did you...find me?"

she giggled

"Find you? I told you to come here silly"

"What? but...when-"

"Last night, of course the first thing I taught you was how to forget things and you are soooo good at following instructions aren't you? but I have so many more wonderful things to teach you...that is if you are accepting my offer?"

"Y-your...your offer?"

"Why do you think I let you go? you said you wanted to think about it, so we agreed to meet here tonight once you had decided...but of course, you wouldn't remember that"

for the first time since this morning I felt some hope, I had though I might never be in control again but...

"You're...giving me a choice?"

"Of course, have you come to a decision? do you need more time?"

I shook my head

"N-no...I've decided"

I risked a glance up at her, she was still smiling waiting for my answer...I suddenly remembered something

"About your offer...yes...I want to move in with you and be your pet...please"

"I'm so glad! we're gonna have so much fun together...but first, you know what you have to do, just look into my eyes and say your magic words"

"I surrender"

[nyxronomicon]

Nyx, my beloved - I am here to share some more thots regarding assassin choso x reader. (ps. I love, love, love a black turtleneck on a man so let's go with that and also, I pictured the yakuza boss being sukuna too!!)

choso starts second guessing if he should continue his work with sukuna. the man is one of the most violent, deranged criminal lords in the country but choso has been nothing but loyal towards him. he's been in this game since he was nineteen years old, trading his life into protect his younger brother, itadori, who ran with the wrong crowd.

itadori's mistake costed choso his freedom. all he's ever done is sacrifice but if it meant protecting his loved ones then he had no qualms. but now, with you in the picture, he can't but think if this life makes sense to him anymore.

I picture him standing in sukuna's office, his mind wandering to other places. maybe he can just work as a waiter, or bartender until he can figure out what kind of career he can build. he'll take any honest work at this point, as long as it means coming home to you with no shadows following behind.

the two of you can simply build a life together. maybe even have some kids. his throat tightens. he would love to see you as a mom. he saw you interacting with your friend's toddler recently and it nearly drove him wild. but it's not something you've both discussed yet and he won't push anything that you don't want either - but the possibility makes his heart flutter.

just wondering how a life with you can foster and grow.

he loses himself for a moment while speaking to sukuna, and his boss notices.

"choso" the man sternly calls out, snapping his attention back into place. "something on your mind?"

choso shakes his head, "no, sir.."

sukuna furrows his brows, his index finger tapping lightly against the surface of his wooden desk. "you've been distracted as of late. you know I don't like repeating myself."

choso straightens his back, two hands slipping into the pockets of his charcoal slacks. "I apologize," he expresses regretfully, "it won't happen again."

but he can't stop thinking of you even after sukuna repeats his assignment. can't stop picturing you in a white dress at the alter as he steps out of his office. can't stop thinking about how your honeymoon would be as he hops on his motorcycle to track his next target.

all the while sukuna sits at his desk, moves to open one of the drawers before sifting through the cabinet. he pulls out a file, flips through the stack of documents and photographs. he pulls out one where you're sitting right across from choso, the two of you at a coffee shop. his arm is draped over your shoulder, your cheek resting comfortably on his shoulder.

there are only a handful of people who sukuna trusts, and choso is one of them. he didn't join sukuna's gang on his own accord, but he turned out to be an exceptional asset. the king of the underworld narrows his eyes at the sight of your pretty face.

he can't have anyone coming in between his deadliest weapon. your lover is bound to sukuna for life, and he won't let choso go that easily.

FIRST OF ALL WHAT A BLESSING IN MY INBOX ugh i love him i love him I LOVE HIMMMM

also cannot forget that i love YOU too bb <3 <3 ok more under the cut heh...

!! dark content ahead !!

was i picturing toji as the kidnapper that disappears? no not at all why would i do that i would never....

cw: murder (you literally watch choso kill some guys lol), reader is kidnapped, BLOOD, reader wears a skirt, mentions of rough handling

Your struggle against your restraints as you come to. You're not dead, that's good. In fact, you don't feel any serious pain, maybe some bruising from rough handling but nothing major. You take in a deep breath. The air is cold, a little musty. You're blindfolded, sat in some cheap metal chair.

"Awake, sweetheart?" A man's voice bounced off the walls in the room. It was clearly empty. "You'll want to see this." The blindfold fell from your eyes but the man had disappeared just as quickly. You couldn't catch a glance at him, but you were sure this was the man that kidnapped you last night. Was it last night? How long have you been out?

"Hey, wait!" You shouted. "Let me go!" You struggled more, now able to see, though the only lights were spilling in from the hallway. Other than the chair, there was a little table. Your kidnapper had carelessly left the door open, and you saw a few men who looked like yakuza milling around in the other room.

Fuck. Yakuza? This shit doesn't happen to normal people. You struggled against your restraints again before seeing one of the men collapse with a hole in his skull. Shot with a silenced gun. Standing right behind where the man once stood was unmistakable. His twin pigtails and that tattoo across the bridge of his nose... it was Choso.

You watched as the other guys attacked him, and just like a trained assassin, he dodged and counter-attacked both men simultaneously. He now wielded twin daggers, the same kind yakuza are known to keep. In just a couple of minutes, the two men were gasping for air as their lungs filled with blood.

Was that your boyfriend? You couldn't even imagine him doing something like this before seeing it with your own eyes. He was too sweet and kind. He'd never hurt a fly. This had to be someone else. And this someone else just brutally murdered three men like it was child's play.

The stranger looked through the open door, seeing your eyes wide and filled with fear. He started to rush towards you and half of you wanted to scream, but something inside you held it back. The very small piece of you that knew this was Choso, despite your adamant denial.

"Babe, fuck, I didn't mean for this to happen." As he entered the room, it was undeniable. It really was Choso. Or some cruel, sick joke from the universe.

"Choso?" You could feel the tears forming.

Without answering, he pressed his lips to yours, the feel of his mouth, the passion. He was warm and comfortable. He was home. Tears sfell from your cheeks, but it was from relief knowing it was him.

"Let me get you outta here, ok, love?" He looked into your eyes, worry set deep in his features before he moved behind the chair to untie you.

"Did... did you kill them?" You asked, letting your limbs drop as the rope fell to the floor.

Choso was silent. He stopped moving, he even stopped breathing. This was his fear. You'd find out about him and then...

"Yeah." He ripped off the band-aid. "I needed to protect you. Sorry, this was all my fault." You could reject him, you could leave him, but he'd die before letting you rot in this place.

"Your fault?" You turned to look at him, massaging the dents left behind from where the rope dug into your skin. He was covered in blood, but it was still him. Even if it was his fault, he risked his life to rescue you.

"I..." Choso was still frozen, adrenaline pumping. He needed to save you first, that was all he could think. "Let's talk later. Please. We gotta get out of here. Can you run?"

Choso helped you to your feet. You felt a little wobbly, but you could manage. "I think so."

He frowned. He hated seeing you in this state. He hated the thought of another man grabbing you. Your short skirt showed off the bruises on your thighs from getting manhandled. Bruises in places only he should get access to. He could kill everyone on this building for even considering laying a hand on you. He needed to find the kidnapper and slaughter him senseless. It's what he deserved.

"It's ok, Cho." You touched his cheek, pulling him out of his vengeful thoughts. "I'm ok."

He didn't think twice before pressing his lips to yours again, kissing you even deeper as you tasted someone else's blood on his lips. Had he not been holding you so tightly against him, you might have fallen over from the force.

"Fuck," he whispered, worry still decorating his features as he pulled away. "I'm so sorry. C'mon." He grabbed your wrist, thinking about you in that white dress with your beautiful smile for the hundredth time. But this time, he was determined to make that vision a reality.