#IM STILL SURPRISED TO SEE YOU COME ROUND HERE AFTER SO LONG WHAT

[dusty-pistol]

Dusty every now and then you remind me why Dialtown is cool

But specifically your side of Dialtown 😌

BLURR?? HELLO? IT'S BEEN AGES OMG, HOWDY!!!! WAVES AT YOU SUPER FAST!!

Sorry, sorry, gotta compose myself, but thank you!! Admittedly, I dunno what my side of Dialtown is, but I'm super glad you think it's cool!!

[khaylin27]

i can fix him (no really i can)

pairing: logan howlett x grey reader

series: the tortured poets department

synopsis: y/n grey believed that she could 'change' logan from loving her sister, jean.

warnings: unhealthy relationship, one-sided love, death, mentions of sex

author's note: i know this was supposed to be a dick grayson x reader fic but IM OBSESSED with hugh jackman/logan howlett rn 😭

The smoke cloud bills out his mouth

Like a freight train through a small town

The jokes that he told across the bar

Were revolting and far too loud

After a long week of teaching students, the teachers decided to go to a local bar for drinks. Logan, your boyfriend, was sitting next to you as he smoked bills out of his mouth like a freight train through a small town. You hated that he smoked so much, even at the school.

"I'm going to get us some refills on our drinks," Logan nods and you leave Logan to get another round of drinks for your friends.

As you're waiting for the bartender to get your drinks, you watch Logan telling loud jokes to Jean across the bar. It hurt seeing Jean, your sister, talking to your boyfriend knowing he still had feelings for her. Jean already had Scott so why couldn't she be content with him.

Once the bartender is done making your drinks, you head back to Logan and give him his drink. "Thank you Y/N." Logan takes his drink and continues to talk to Jean. You noticed every time Logan was near Jean, he would call you by your name instead of the regular pet names he had for you.

You didn't want to third wheel in their conversation, "I'm going to be with Scott and Ororo." Logan just ignores you, too deep into the conversation with Jean. You press a small kiss to his cheek before heading to Scott and Ororo.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

"What a surprise, you've come to visit us Dimples," Scott says sarcastically while throwing darts at the dart board. "I'm surprised you've come over here. You're usually with the love of your life, Logan."

Ororo notices that you aren't feeling Scott's jokes right now, "Scott stop being a douche bag."

Scott stops playing with the darts and looks at the situation. You were here with them instead of being with your boyfriend. Jean was with your boyfriend instead of being with Scott.

"How long have they been talking?" Scott asks jealously.

You turn around and still see Jean and Logan talking. "For an hour I'm guessing."

"Why do you stay with him Y/N? He obviously still has feelings for Jean." Scott shakes his head at the sight he's seeing.

"The same reason you're staying with Jean, Scott. She loves him as much as you love Jean. That's Y/N's man." Ororo explains to Scott.

Scott looks at you disappointed, "God, help you Y/N."

"It's okay Scott." You smile softly. "I can fix him."

"You've been saying that for a while now Y/N," Scott emphasizes. "At one point you should give up."

"No really, I can." Logan walks right next to you and smiles at you. "And only I can." You smile back at Logan before you guys decide to head home.

The dopamine races through his brain

On a six-lane Texas highway

His hands so calloused from his pistol

Softly traces hearts on my face

Instead of taking the quick route back to the school, Logan decides to take you through the back ways. You always enjoyed taking the back ways because it gave you guys time to talk about anything.

"What were you and Jean talking about?" You ask curious about their long conversation.

Logan glances at you and then back at the road. "Nothing you should be worried about Sweets." He grins at you before adding on. "Just the students and the team. That's it."

You weren't convinced by his response, you knew Logan. When he had the opportunity to talk to Jean by herself he wouldn't waste it on talking about the students or the team."

Logan can see that you weren't convinced by his answer. His response to your question was a lie. He wasn't talking to Jean about the students or the team, they were talking about him and Jean being together. They were both in healthy relationships but Logan and Jean wanted each other.

Once Logan parks his Mustang in the garage, his calloused hands softly trace hearts on your face. "You know I love you Y/N right? And there's nothing else Jean and I talked about at the bar."

And I could see it from a mile away

A perfect case for my certain skill set

You could see it from a mile away that Logan was still lying. Logan was down bad for Jean even if he denies it, you knew.

Choosing to ignore the red flags, you agree with what Logan tells you. "I know you love me, Lo." You smile softly. "It's just Scott being an older brother and messing with me."

"What did he say?" Logan asked.

You heavily sigh, "He was just asking me why I'm still with you even though you still have feelings for my sister."

"He should focus on his own relationship instead of ours." Logan exclaims.

"And that's what I told him. You're my man and I love you no matter what." You smile at him and kiss him one last time before going into the school to go to sleep.

They shake their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I tell 'em he's my man

But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can

And only I can

Little did you know, your relationship with Logan would come crumbling down. Jean sacrificed herself to buy the others time to escape. Everyone was saddened by the death of Jean, but Logan was impacted really hard.

When Jean passed, Logan pushed you away while he was still pretending to be okay. He would do anything to avoid you. He moved his stuff back into his room, changed classrooms, and avoided going on missions with you.

One night you were sitting on the couch, eating ice cream to cope with not only the loss of your sister but your lover slipping away from you as well. You usually sit in the living room by yourself when you tuck all the students to sleep. That was something Jean used to do for the students.

Too lost in sadness that you didn't even notice Rogue enter the living room. "Y/N." Rogue says softly.

You wipe the tears that were falling down your face and answer Rogue. "Rogue! Why are you still awake?"

"I couldn't sleep." That was something you were used too as well since Logan distanced himself. "Could I stay with you and eat ice cream?"

"Yeah," you smile softly. "Go get a spoon and we'll share."

Once Rogue gets herself a spoon, you put the ice cream tub in the middle to share. While sharing, you ask Rogue how Logan is doing. You knew the relationship Rogue had with Logan was a father-and-daughter relationship. You also had a similar mother and daughter relationship with her as well.

"He's doing the best he can. He's been taking over classes for Scott while he's grieving." Rogue continues eating the ice cream while you stay silent. "Are you two okay? Why don't you talk to him or use your powers? I'm worried about my parents." Rogue jokingly adds.

Your powers were to able to hypnotize other people but you never wanted to use them unless you had to. "We're doing okay Ro." You wrap your arms around her. "Your parents are okay. We just need time to grieve that's all."

She shakes her head at your response. Rogue knew how much of a bad liar you were. "God, I wish I could take your pain away. I can take powers but not pain. You lost your sister and now Logan too."

"Hey, I'm not losing Logan." You try to convince not only her but yourself as well. "I can fix him." Rogue gives you a questionable look. "No, really, I can."

"And only I can."

Good boy, that's right,

come close

I'll show you Heaven if

you'll be an angel, all night

It's been two years after Jean's death, and your relationship with Logan had gotten better until Jean came back from the dead. She killed Scott and then made out with your boyfriend in the lab before almost killing him. Then she killed Professor Xavier and teamed up with Magneto to stop the anti-mutant vaccine.

You were currently on the island where the vaccine was being held. Everyone was evacuating as Jean, not being herself, was about to attack.

"Logan you need to stop her." You yell at him due to the loud surroundings.

"I can't." He pauses before saying the truth. "I love her. I love her more than I ever known."

Tears were falling from your eyes as Logan told you his true feelings. "I know." You walk to him and give him a hug. While hugging him, you use your control powers to command him to do what needs to be done.

Logan is in a hypnosis state while he kills Jean to save everyone. Once he's out of the hypnosis state, Logan screams in anger when he realizes he killed Jean.

"You tricked me Y/N!" He goes to you and starts shouting at you. "You made me kill her!"

You smile sadly before touching him once again, you hypnotize him once again to make him calm down and forget about Jean's death.

Once you're home, you cuddle with Logan to comfort him. "Good boy, that's right." You smile and comb Logan's fluffy hair. "I'll show you Heaven if you'll be an angel, all night."

Logan smiles before you two make out and have passionate sex.

Trust me, I can handle me a dangerous man.

No, really, I can.

They shook their heads sayin', "God, help her"

When I told 'em he's my man (I told 'em he's my man)

But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger

I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can)

Woah, maybe I can't

A couple months after Jean's actual death and you hypnotizing him into thinking he didn't kill her, he started having dreams of her. The dreams were vivid memories of him killing Jean. He didn't believe it at first so he asked everyone at the school. "You need to ask Y/N, she'll know the answer," Ororo tells Logan.

Logan asked you one day about what actually happened to Jean and you couldn't keep up with hypnotizing him. Using your powers daily took a toll on your physical health and you told Logan the truth.

When Logan knew the full truth, he left. He couldn't be around someone who had been hypnotizing him for months about something he did. Once Logan left, Ororo went to your room to check how you were doing. You were sulking.

"I told you it would end badly," Ororo tells her. She enters your room and sits right next to you.

"He's my man. I thought I could fix him," You smile sadly before coughing hard. Ororo gets your meds from your drawer and gives them to you with a glass of water.

"Maybe, I can't"

tagged: @omgsuperstarg @splaterparty0-0 @2pagenumb @c-losur3

[slvttyplum]

✮⋆˙what you guys roleplay as

nanami: santa and his elf

- he’s going to give you his present alright.

- who knows how this conversation even came about.

- wait… i do.

- he came home one day after the two of you had a conversation about bed time fun.

- he had a bag that contained two costumes

- you took them out, your eyes wide as an owl.

- a green corset like dress with spaghetti straps, with a green bow and white fur coating the outside of it

- a green thong, elf ears, fishnet stockings that clips to the main piece

- his was a furry santa sleeveless, the red pants, and a hat.

- you were giggling your ass off

- when you showed him how you looked he was drooling and whistling.

- “come sit on santa’s lap.” you sit on his lap grinning ear to ear.

- “what do you want for christmas?” he says holding onto your waist bouncing his leg.

- “hmm… i think i santa.” you say wrapping your arms around him. he smiles grabbing your legs carrying you bridal style to the room.

satoru: police and prisoner

- “no i want to be the officer.” you roll your eyes snatching the costume from him.

- “no IM going to be the officer.” you say pouting.

- he thought because of the dynamics he should’ve been the police officer

- which made you side eye him cause what the fuck?

- but you both came to an agreement.

- the costume was very short shorts, a long sleeve crop top, handcuffs, a hat, a badge, and boots

- his costume was just… an orange jumpsuit.

- you walk out swinging the cuffs swaying your hips, “i’ve heard you’ve been a bad bad boy.”

- his pupils are forming into little hearts by the second, he quickly nods.

- “i’ve been a very bad boy.”

- he’s sitting down on the couch, and he opens his legs some more as you walk in between that.

- “tis tis, i’m obligated to punish you.”

- he gulps nodding again, “please… please do.”

suguru: firefighter and a hot mom

(this is hilarious idk why)

- at this point the both of you had tons of costumes

- you weren’t sure what else to dress up as until suguru came home with a bag

- that contained two costumes

- one being a firefighter, with just the bottoms and orange suspenders with a hat.

- yours was a big see through robe with feathers on the end.

- you’re on the couch drinking wine playing into your roll and suguru walks out

- his hair in a bun his hand grabbing his bulge.

- “heard there was a fire round here.” he says putting on a voice

- you suppress your laugh uncrossing your legs, “maybe.”

- he walks closer to you still rubbing himself, “the only fire i see here is you, cause you’re hot.

- you spread your legs so he can walk in between them, “oh yeah? i got something that can put out any fire.”

- he smirks at you walking in between your legs winking, “so do i.”

choso: ups deliverer and man (lol)

- you both were going to do barbie and ken but couldn’t find the right accessories

- so you went with the oldest costume you could think of

- “wow classy.” he mutters pouting and rolling his eyes.

- you laugh handing him a box, “stop whining and put this on.”

- his eyes light up and you both go to change

- you walk out with your costume on, brown shorts, a black belt, a brown button up crop top, a tiny black bag on the side, a hat, and a box under your arm

- choso is wearing a regular black and white suit.

- “wait what the hell? why are you wearing that and i’m wearing a suit?”

- you groan dropping the box, “because sir… it’s fun.”

- he’s sitting on the couch and you walk in holding out the box with your face scrunched up

- “are you choso? here’s your package.” he rolls his eyes getting up wrapping his arm around your waist

- “when do you get off? ima hav to fix that attitude of yours.”

- you smirk, “how about now?”

toji: a devil and angel

- at first he didn’t want to do it

- but with some persuasion, he happily obliged

- you shove a bag in his face, peeking from the side smiling

- “lookie lookie at what i got.” he grabs the bag about to peek in but you snatch the bag.

- “no it’s a surprise, go get changed.” you say doing a happy dance.

- “where’s yours?” he says taking the bag from you looking around.

- “don’t worry about it, get changed.”

- after changing you both walk out and you clasp your hand over your mouth

- “oh my god you look so good.” he’s wearing small white tight shorts, and a halo over his head

- “damn… i could say the same.” you’re wearing red devil horns, a mesh red top with a red bra, and a red skirt with tights.

- “how about a devil and angel make love.”you say smiling.

- he grins walking towards you, “i’ll be so good for you tonight”

[anton-luvr]

hi ! can i request bf!eunseok giving fem!reader special treatment and friend group!riize realising it and teasing him about it ? thank youu <3

# ANYTHING FOR YOU.

⚝ bf!eunseok x fem!reader | fluff | highschool au, secret relationship au ⚝ note ; im so sorry that this took so long anon T_T im also not sure if its what you were hoping for, so im sorry if its not :') but thank u for requesting! <3

Along with the end of the year, comes final exams, last minute cleaning out your lockers, and of course - school parties.

And with your class being famous for throwing the best school parties, almost everyone in your year had crowded into your classroom.

Tables were pushed aside to make space, only leaving a few in the center for the best game of all - rock, paper, scissors.

But there was a twist, thanks to Sohee's genius but devious mind.

"Whoever loses has to drink my special drink!" he shouted across the noise, waving a plastic cup in the air.

It was definitely special with whatever the hell Sohee mixes in to it.

There was a combination of every soda in the room, along with a spoon of nacho cheese, a splash of chili sauce, dumplings stolen from Anton's lunch, pizza crumbs, and a concerning amount of pickles.

Not only did it smell disgusting, it also looked disgusting.

But hey, you only live once.

So here you were, up next after Wonbin to play the game against Sungchan, who had been winning five games in a row.

"Hey, are you sure?" Eunseok whispers, gently tugging you back towards him by the elbow.

"Yeah, why?" you ask, eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Well, don't get me wrong, but you usually lose in rock paper scissors." your boyfriend says sheepishly, laughing when you jokingly punch him in the stomach.

"I'll win this time, just watch." you boasted, practicing your skills by throwing random signs in his face to show just how prepared you were.

"Sure, you'll totally win." Eunseok teases, pinching your cheek lightly.

You'd punch him in the stomach again, but Sohee announces that it's now your turn.

"Wish me luck!" you squeal before walking up to the table, a determined smile on your lips.

"Ready to lose?" Sungchan asks, looking relaxed.

You scoff, stretching your hand out. "You should ask yourself that question." you retort, challenging him.

"Alright, Sungchan vs Y/N! Start!" Sohee shouts, making another cup of his special drink for the loser.

Things get intense the moment Sungchan starts the game off, the brown haired guy mumbling the chant before throwing out the sign of his choice.

You win the first two rounds, and sweet victory was just one more round away.

Until Sungchan won the following two rounds, the results of your game all relying on the final round.

Your lips are pursed together nervously, confidence slipping away as you try to focus harder.

"Rock, paper, scissors... shoot!" he shouts, and you throw a scissor sign.

Sungchan throws out a rock sign at the same time, instantly winning over you while everyone screamed in surprise and disappointment.

Dread fills your chest when you realize you have to drink Sohee's special drink, the boy already making his way over to you with the cursed plastic cup in his hands.

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" the crowd cheers as you take the cup from Sohee, shifting nervously on your feet.

You peer cautiously into the cup to see a marshmallow from god knows where floating above the greyish-brown liquid, a smear of chili sauce at the side while a bittersweet smell hit your nostrils.

"I added more things! Enjoy!" Sohee sings out before joining in with the crowd to cheer you on.

All you can do is sigh and take a deep breath, eyes closing shut to prepare yourself for the mess you got yourself into.

But the cup has barely touched your lips when you feel someone snatching it right out of your hands, and your eyes fly open to see Eunseok downing it all in one go.

The crowd cheers even louder, screams of 'That's so sweet!' and 'He's so cool!' bouncing off the walls.

You're still blinking in shock as he sets the cup down on the table, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand.

"Not bad." he says casually, shrugging.

The crowd just about loses it at this, and you see people shoving Sohee around and telling him to amp up on the next drink.

"No, no, wait!" he shrieks, waving his arms around for everyone to shut up.

"Why'd you drink it for her? She was going to drink it." he asks, eyebrows raised suspiciously at his best friend.

Eunseok freezes with an awkward smile, face slowly turning red as he tries to come up with an explanation.

"I-I just wanted to try it. That's all." he coughs, eyes glued to the floor.

"Really?" Seunghan butts in, smirking at the both of you. "You and Y/N are starting to look like the fire hydrant outside."

"Well, it's hot in here!" you protest, fanning at your flushed face.

"Yeah, and the drink might make her sick!" Eunseok adds.

The crowd lets out an amused 'Ooooh!' at this, and it's Shotaro's turn to say something.

"Don't you think the drink might've made Wonbin sick too? But you didn't drink it for him. What, are the both of you dating?" he teases, giggling.

"Well, so what if we are?" You blurt.

Eunseok turns to look at you so fast, you could hear a small snap go off in his neck.

Everyone starts screaming at this, the noise making you wince.

"You are?" Anton repeats, eyes wide with surprise. "You're capable of love after all!" he cheers, patting Eunseok on the back.

His face turns impossibly redder as he smiles, scratching the back of his head.

"I knew it! I always knew something was going on between the both of them!" Sohee screeches, running over to squeeze Eunseok in a hug.

"Alright, stop bothering them!" Sungchan hollers, knowing the unwanted attention was probably making the both of you slightly uncomfortable. "Who's next?"

He successfully diverts everyone's attention back to the game, and you let out a sigh of relief when the both of you are left alone.

"I'm so sorry about that, I didn't mean to shout it out like that and I was just surprised because you drank it, and I was-"

Eunseok cuts off your ramble with a kiss to the lips, strong and passionate.

"Don't worry about it," he whispers, smiling softly at you as he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear. "It's about time they knew anyway."

His words make your heart race, and you can't help but avoid his intense stare.

"W-Wasn't the drink bad?" you stuttered, trying to change the topic.

He shrugs again, slowly backing you against a corner of the wall.

"It was fine." he says, so close that you could feel his breath against your lips.

"I'd do anything for you." he whispers, and he presses his lips right against yours.

The fact that there are almost a hundred of other people in the room with you fades out of your mind at the feeling of his lips, so warm and so soft but so aggressive at the same time.

It would be embarrassing if you got caught, but as long as it was with your lovely boyfriend, you wouldn't mind.

He'd do anything for you, and you'd do anything for him too.

© anton-luvr, 2023.

taglist: @wonbons @mxlly143 @keehobaldboy @shawyle @yenart

[dear-slim]

i just keep thinking about Eminem reacting to this new rapper girl (that he have been helping out in the music industry) and she releases a new song that is full Slim Shady Coded and he gets shock

(me & friend keeps talking abt this but we can't find anywhere a fic like itt

Warnings: swearing

Pairing: Eminem x fem!reader

A/N - MY FIRST REQUEST 😍😍 I gotchu boo, and excuse the cringe song name I made up at 10pm, half drunk and half asleep.

Also ChatGPT made these lyrics so don’t mind me

And, I wasn’t sure what you meant by slim shady coded, like, as in, something slim would sing or something related to him.

Dating another rapper wasn’t really what you expected when you joined the industry. Of course, it came with its classic ‘she’s only famous coz of Em’ bullshit, but you never paid mind to it.

Both you and your boyfriend knew perfectly well that you were a hit even before he’d entered the scene with you. All he’d done was promote your music with you, all of which was your own shit.

In his own words, he’d done nothing but be a good and supportive boyfriend, and he was right. Now, you usually ran your songs past Em, you wanted to know his thoughts and if he could make them better. After all, trust the pro, right?

But this song was a little different. You didn’t even know how you’d managed to keep it under the wraps, writing down lyrics in your notebook and staying up past when Em had fallen asleep to brainstorm lyrics.

Em was a key part of your life, he was helping your throughout the rough patches in your career, and the little surprise you’d planned was definitely something he deserved.

“Yo Em,” he heard a voice as he walked into the studio. Usually he’d hang with you, so he was pretty surprised when he heard a male voice coming from behind him, as he turned to see his long-time friend, 50.

“What’s good?” Em said, a little dazed, as he gave his friend a fist bump nonetheless. “Was just listening to some samples from your girl,” 50 explained as Em raised a brow.

“Some samples, hm? What song? She ain’t been writing one for a bit,” Em said, his eyes narrowed a little suspiciously. Em managed to catch a CD that 50 had thrust had thrust chest, as he walked over to the player, still a little bemused.

It was unlike you to keep a song hidden from him, as the tune to some song started.

Welcome to the circus, where the clowns run free,

Life’s a wicked game, and I’m holding the key.

Got the world on a string, watch the puppets dance,

In a realm of absurdity, I’ll take my chance.

Holy shit, that was crazy. He hadn’t expected a sudden change of style…and wow, it was damn hot, actually. He found his cheeks tinged a slight pink ad he thought about it, how you’d look in the studio, with the lyrics…

Yo, I’m rolling with the Shady, chaos in his eyes,

Life’s a wild ride, no need for disguise.

He’s a lyrical genius, wrapped up in a mess,

With a heart full of fire, but he’s got his stress.

He’s the king of the madness, got me feeling alive,

In a world of illusions, he’s the one who’ll survive.

With every twist and turn, I’m right by his side,

In this rollercoaster life, it’s a hell of a ride.

Em had to genuinely take out the CD, coz this was madness. He’d have never expected to see this from his girlfriend, even if you were a badass rap artist, but this was crazy. And extremely hot, at the same time.

“50! I said wait til I was here to show him,” he heard your voice as he turned round, eyes locking in yours, his lips parted in shock slightly as you flashed him a grin. “So?” you said, asking for his opinion as he spluttered, unable to formulate a sentence.

“Im taking that as a good sign,” you laughed nervously as he coughed. “A good sign?” he said, jaw going slack as he stared at you, “baby, this is amazing, this is gold!”. A proud smile jumped to your face at his words, cheeks tinged red.

“You think?” you asked a little sheepishly. “I think? No, baby, I know!” he said, hands coming to squeeze at your shoulders. This was gonna be a damn hit, and he was not complaining. Simply, just, further proof his girl deserved to be in the game.

[heartsoji]

CAN I HAVE A KISS?

synopsis: in which you see him off

starring nagi seishiro, chigiri hyoma, itoshi sae

warning! chigiri's is a little steamy? but its pretty chill

inspired by the song "see you again"

N. SEISHIRO

"uuugh" nagi groaned into your chest as reo rolled his eyes in the background. "dont wanna go.."

you chuckled fondly as you ruffled his fluffy hair. "it'll be over before you know it."

"noooooo" he whined, shoving his tall frame onto your smaller one. "i dont wanna go! i wanna just stay here with youuuu"

"sei! you're crushing me!"

"dont care."

"..reo! help!"

reo sighed as he plucked nagi off of you. "come on, nagi. we've gotta go."

he groaned. "but its so much of a hassle.."

"too bad. say your last words."

he sighed and mumbled something under his breath before turning his attention back to you.

"can i get a kiss?"

"hm?"

"and can you make it last forever?" he puppy eye-d you.

"im about to go to WAR"

"boy."

"and i dont know if im gonna see you again.."

"NAGI! stop being so dramatic! we're leaving soon. hurry it up."

nagi whined, but then turned his attention back to you. "so.. kiss?"

you planted a sweet kiss to his lips as reo cringed in the background. "it'll be over before you know it. i love you, ok?"

nagi nodded and engulfed you in a huge hug. "i love you too."

"ok, loverboy, thats enough. lets go."

"just a few more minutes.."

"WE'RE LEAVING"

C. HYOMA

it had been awkward between you and hyoma lately.

his whole injury thing had taken a toll on not only his mental health and soccer career, but also your relationship.

still, you wanted to see him off nonetheless.

"be safe," you said awkwardly. "hope its fun."

he chuckled stiffly. "thanks."

there was a long pause where neither of you said anything. the air was tense, and you hated it.

"well," you said, "i'll see you when its over, then."

panic flooded his senses as you began to leave. "wait." he said, grabbing your wrist.

when you turned around to look at him, he averted his gaze. "can i have a kiss?"

your eyes widened in surprise.

"..what?"

you hadn't had any form of real communication since he got injured, and now he's suddenly asking for a kiss?

he let go of you. "uh.. sorry. you dont have to if you dont wa-"

you cut him off with a deep kiss, wanting to taste his lips. his eyes widened a little before returning it, hands in your hair.

when you released for air, you whispered, "i'll make it last forever," before going in for a second round.

after you both pulled away, breathless, chigiri smiled and gazed at you gently, caressing a lock of your hair, trying to remain composed, but his red face giving his real mental state away. "well, sounds like this blue lock thing's gonna be like a war. i dont know how long it'll be until i see you again."

you chuckled fondly. "i'll wait for you, hyoma."

his pretty smile caught the attention of passerby. (um mr. no-pda what r u doing but wtv) "ok. thanks."

he turned around to go, but it was you who grabbed his wrist this time.

"i love you, hyoma."

his gaze softened. "i love you too."

I. SAE

"so you're really leaving for spain, sae?" you mumbled, though you already knew the answer. when you got no response, you sighed and pulled him in for a hug. "i'm gonna miss you."

he hugged you back and squeezed you tight. "me too."

"don't forget about me in spain, ok?"

"ok."

"make sure to call me, ok?"

"ok."

"dont forget! ever week, or every day if possible! ok?"

"ok."

you sighed. "i love you, sae."

to the untrained eye, sae's expression remained the same. the same cold, harsh one that could pierce through walls. but to someone experienced like you, you saw how his expression softened ever so slightly. "i love you too."

lip beginning to quiver, you asked, "can i get a kiss?"

he hesitated, as he was in public, but quickly pressed a kiss to your cheek.

you smiled. "and can you make it last forever? you're about to go to war, y'know."

he rolled his eyes at the dramatic phrasing but gave you a slower, deeper kiss to the lips regardless.

"and i dont know if im gonna see you again!"

he gently pressed a fist to your head jokingly, letting out an 'idiot.' however, although the phrasing wasn't entirely true, he knew exactly what you meant and how you felt. (this guy? mr. no-feelings? ok.) he was sure that he'd see you again at some point, but he had no idea how long that would be. he really wanted to be with you, but he also wanted to pursue his dream, which was nearly within his grasp, and spain was the only place he could do that right now.

you began to tear up. "im really gonna miss you."

"i know. me too."

you were never very good at goodbyes. you didnt even take leaving his house well. but realizing that suddenly, your boyfriend was going to be in a whole different country with a whole different language and a whole different time zone without you, hit you harder than you could've ever expected. it filled you with an indescribable emotion of sadness, fear, emptiness, and more. you didnt want to, as you wanted to stay strong for sae, but you began to cry. tears streamed down your face as your buried your head in his chest, sobbing like a child.

as you cried, your tears on his sweatshirt, you began to wonder if maybe you were annoying sae. maybe he just wanted to leave and get this over with, but you were holding him back and he was just being nice by not turning his back and leaving. however, the way he held you back and pressed a small kiss to your head as he kept you firmly in his grasp told you that although he didnt express it like you did, he, too, was feeling an indescribable feeling. it told you that even though it would be hard, it would work out.

you sighed, laughing slightly, and pulled away from the hug. "well, i guess i'll be seeing you some other time, then."

"i guess so," he answered.

"bye, sae."

"bye, y/n."

you cried on the way home, once you got home, and the days that followed. you felt so lonely now that he was gone, but the daily 'goodmorning,' 'how are you,' and 'goodnight' texts helped you through it. your personal favorite, however, was the daily 'i love you' text.

(spoiler alert: his favorite was the 'i love you too' text)

heartsoji 𑁍 please do not steal, plagiarize, or repost onto any platform. thank you!

[chaenniz]

cookie - pham hanni x reader

A/N ;; felt the urge to write this fic bc of this lol,, i'll try to finish reqs once im done w school stuff ‼️‼️

genre ;; fluff

wc ;; 2.2k

day after day you’d find that there would be a sweet surprise waiting for you in your locker before first period, cookies.

today was no different, you opened your locker to find the familiar sight of round chocolate-chip cookies in a clear bag and wrapped with a light blue star-patterned ribbon sitting in the cubbyhole your locker had.

you reached for the small folded sticky note that always accompanied the gift.

‘i tried making the cookies softer this time! hopefully these give you a boost of energy throughout the day! - your secret admirer <3’

you smiled softly to yourself, chuckling. you already knew who had been sending you all these cookies and notes, in fact you figured it out the next day after the first time you received the sugary treats in your locker.

being hanni’s childhood friend and best friend meant that you could read her like a book. this was especially apparent when you noticed how much her writing resembled the note’s writing in your hand.

you jolted awake from your nap in the library as you felt a hand smack against your shoulder, accompanied soon after with a high-pitched voice.

"do you really have to abuse my shoulder each time you see me, hanni? you groan. "i swear, i'm gonna get uneven shoulders by the time we graduate"

hanni playfully rolls her eyes at you, ""i didn't even hit you that hard, you big baby." she grabs your wrist, "now hurry up and get your stuff, the others are waiting for us."

"yeah, yeah. i got it" you reply sleepily, gathering your things. this had always been your routine. you'd pay back some of your sleep debt in the library just before lunch period until hanni came to wake you from your sleep.

haphazardly stuffing your schoolwork into your bag, you deemed everything packed and ready to go. giving a thumbs up to hanni, she takes the lead as she heads towards where the other four girls were.

finally reaching the rooftop of the school, you laid your bag down tiredly. the girls look at your direction and giggle at your exhaustion.

"we come up here everyday, y/n. how are you not used to it yet?" minji asks as she moves your bag towards the rest of their belongings.

you just shrug, not really knowing the answer yourself, you weren't the most athletic student, but you certainly weren't lazy either. you take a seat in between haerin and hanni.

“so, are we still going to hanni’s tomorrow for the sleepover?” danielle asks. nods and hums of approval came as a response to the question.

right, it’s been a little over a month since your monthly sleepover with the girls. you and your friends always slept over at each other’s houses every month, it seems this month you’d all be staying at the pham residence.

you turn to face hanni, “does mrs. pham know we’re coming over?” your face much closer to hers than you had intended, startling the both of you. the other girls just snickered at your flustered states.

hanni breaks her eye contact with you, suddenly finding that the shapes of the clouds in the skies much more interesting. “erm- yeah. she says she’s excited to have you- all of you guys over.”

hyein raises a brow at this, a small playful smirk appearing on her face seconds later. “did my ears deceive me or did you say something else at first?”

hanni denied vehemently at hyein’s playful remark, the other girls soon joining in and ganging up on the vietnamese girl. you smile at the sight of your friends playful teasing.

that is, until haerin nudges you with her elbow harder than she’d intended to. you let out a small groan, turning towards the cat-eyed girl, “am i just today’s punching bag or what?”

haerin waves her hands up in apology, laughing, “sorry, sorry- look i just wanted to ask how long you’re gonna make hanni keep doing this.” she says in a hushed manner.

your lips curl upwards in amusement, “i have no idea what you’re talking about, haerin.”

she sends you a dumbfounded look, the smirk on your face unwavering. “i know you figured it out already so why not just confess? i see how you look at her.”

that comment made you double back. sure, hanni was a bit obvious with her slight crush on you, but you didn’t realize others could see your growing infatuation as well.

you throw your head back, “soon ‘rin, i’m just waiting for the perfect time.” it wasn’t a lie, you wanted yours and hanni’s confession to be special, and confessing anywhere around or in the school just didn’t meet your expectations.

unknown to you and haerin though, a certain 5’4 vietnamese girl was looking at the interaction you two had, deeming your closeness as anything but platonic.

you arrive at school the next day expecting to see round, sugary delicacies waiting for you in your locker. however, today seemed to be a different case.

your locker was completely empty, save for the few textbooks and polaroid pictures of you and the other girls that you put up.

you dejected a bit at the thought of hanni no longer giving you her ‘secret admirer’ cookies, but you shook it off, thinking maybe that she was just busy today.

it was now lunch period and you were waiting around like a lost puppy for hanni to come and pick you up. you didn’t fall asleep in the library this time since you couldn’t help but overthink about the cookie situation this morning.

a thud sounded onto the table, snapping you out of your thoughts, you look up to find haerin instead.

you tilt your head in confusion, why was haerin picking you up instead of hanni?

haerin notices your confused demeanor, “hanni asked me to pick you up.”

“thank you, is hanni busy?” you question.

haerin shrugs and you take that as your cue to get up and pack.

as if the entire first half of your day wasn’t weird enough, lunch was definitely the cherry on top. every time you tried to initiate some sort of interaction with hanni, she’d just awkwardly reply with a one-word answer or nod.

the girls definitely noticed the weird tension between you two, and just hoped that this doesn’t affect the sleepover that was going to happen later today.

you arrived at hanni’s address with danielle and haerin. as you step out of your car, you see minji’s car parked not too far from yours, meaning that the other three girls were inside already.

danielle rang the doorbell, the sound of footsteps slowly getting louder. as. the door opened to reveal hanni herself. she greeted you guys and ushered the three of you inside.

“where’s minji and hyein? and mrs. pham?” haerin asks, taking her shoes off.

“they’re just in the living room, we were waiting for you guys.” hanni answers, leaning against the wall of her hallway. “oh, and my parents aren’t here right now because of a sudden business trip, they really wanted to see you guys though.”

the three of you finished taking off your shoes, now placing it neatly against the others for an organized look.

“sorry if we were a bit late, we decided to go get some snacks for the sleepover” danielle grins as she holds up the bag filled with chips, soda, and candy.

hanni waves her hand dismissively and grins, “thank you, and you guys aren’t even close to late so don’t worry about it.”

hanni leads you three to the living room. where you see minji and hyein lounging on the couch, both deeply immersed in the k-drama that was playing as if their lives depended on it.

you let out a snicker at the sight, causing minji and hyein to turn towards you guys.

“you guys are here!” hyein squeals, “we can get started now!”

it made you happy to see the younger girl so excited to spend time with her unnies.

danielle set down the bag of snacks for everyone to see, “we got snacks as well, but we’re still going to bake and cook later right?”

a mixture of nods, hums, and yes’s of approval came from the six of you.

“well, let’s get started with a movie then?” hanni asks.

“just after this episode, hanni-unnie!” hyein objects, which caused the six of you laugh.

it was nearing 7 p.m. and the girls decided that it would be best if they started on the cooking and baking now.

you all decided on making bibimbap as your main course, and cookies as a dessert since they were easy to make. there would also be two groups: the bibimbap team, and the cookie team.

you expected an even split between the two groups, since there was six people. however, hyein was insistent that the groups were 4:2, saying that bibimbap is harder to make than cookies.

“we��ll let you guys go first, just so we don’t have to wait for the actual cookies to bake.” minji says before hurrying the other girls out of the kitchen.

that's how you and hanni ended up making cookies alone, but you swear that the other girls had mischief on their mind when they put the groups together.

“let’s get started?” you ask hanni, she only nods in response.

hanni was in charge of the wet ingredients, while you with the dry ingredients. the entire time you two were making the cookie dough, it was dead silent, except for when you’d ask the occasional question here and there, to which hanni replied with full answers.

“can you go grab the chocolate-chip cookies in the pantry?” hanni broke the silence, asking you instead since she was preoccupied with mixing the batter.

you did as you were asked. you looked around the pantry for the chocolate-chip cookies hanni requested, your eyes locking on to a familiar light blue star-patterned ribbon instead.

your lips curl upwards as you grab the ribbon, soon after finding the item hanni requested.

“so, you were my secret admirer this entire time?” you ask, grinning.

you set the two items in front of hanni, causing her to look up at you in slight terror.

hanni stops mixing, tilting her head down to the batter while sighing softly. “yes.. but it’s ok! i know you and haerin have something going on, i don’t wanna intrude-”

you cut hanni off immediately as she said that, “there’s nothing between me and haerin.”

hanni looks up at you again with wide eyes, “but i thought?”

your familiar eye smile graces your face, “no, i like you too, hanni. and i sort of knew you were my secret admirer since the beginning”

hanni’s eyes get impossibly bigger, “you do? and you knew?”

“i do,” you sigh out chuckling, “i was going to confess to you this weekend, but any later and i was scared you were going to ignore me.”

"it also isn't that hard to tell your handwriting apart, hanni." you add on.

hanni malfunctions for a good several seconds. y/n, her long-time best friend and the person she’s been crushing on for a year now, just confessed that she liked her back.

“erm- hanni?” you call for her name, causing her to come back to reality.

“y-yes?” hanni stutters a little.

you begin to fidget with the ribbon in your hands, “i know this isn’t the best way to ask you out, but i have to do it now or i might never get the confidence to do it again..”

you take a deep breath, “pham hanni, will you let me be your girlfriend?” you ask with a hopeful smile.

hanni doesn’t know how long she’s been waiting to hear those words. she gives you a smile that reaches her eyes in return, “of course i’ll let you be my girlfriend.”

you try to initiate the kiss first, but hanni beats you to it. she gives you a soft, chaste kiss on the lips, one that you happily return.

“usually i don’t let anybody kiss me until a few dates in, but i’ll make an exception for you” hanni teases as she pulls away.

you grin back at her, kissing her forehead. “i guess i’m really lucky then, huh?”

you and hanni hear a creak, causing the two of you to face the doorway into the kitchen.

there revealed the other four who have been spying on the two of you for god knows how long.

“how long have you guys been there?” you ask, a little dumbfounded at your friends.

“not too long, don’t worry” minji replies, a smirk on her face.

“we’ll get going now, we just wanted to check in.” danielle follows up after, leading the quartet back into the living room.

“you two better pay up! me and minji-unnie won that bet fair and square” hyein grins.

danielle sighs, pulling out a 5000 won bill from her wallet, “i’m happy for them, but i didn’t think y/n would confess today of all days.”

haerin pulls out a 5000 won bill as well, “she said something about waiting for the perfect time and making it special, i guess this was unique in its own way.”

“you two just needed more faith in y/n” minji smirks, taking two 5000 won bills and giving one to hyein.

a/n ;; wrote this one sitting and it’s not proofread, sorry for any grammatical errors or inconsistencies in the writing!

[burning-academia-if]

saw your post on october prompts and im thinking what if lars + 1 (coz i think he's a kind of person thats so organize that he didn't want his hair ruffled but this scene will be cute, him and mc hihi) alsooo rook + 4 smth he does with mc 🥹🥹 idk but i think it's cute!! hihihi

Lars + Ruffled Hair and Rook + walks in the forests!

Lars + Ruffled Hair

            If there’s anything you’ve noticed about Lars, it’s that he’s always well put together. His posture is perfect, his clothes never wrinkled, and his hair never has a strand out of place. In the quiet lull of a late fall afternoon, you sit criss-cross on the floor in one of the music rooms, school notes scattered about, studying the man across from you instead.

            He sits at the piano, feet crossed at the ankles, pencil behind his ear and blank music sheets in front of him. Well, almost blank. From here you can see the pencil marks etched in, with a variety of notes. The song was still in it’s early stages, and based on what little he’s told you about the piece, he was still figuring out whether he wanted a 2/3 or 3/4 time signature.

            You were here because you’d half-jokingly asked to work on school assignments together. It was a surprise when he’d agreed, but it wasn’t a surprise he’d mostly ignored you this whole time. Obviously. This was Lars, after all.

            Still, this is one of the rare moments where you could watch him. The light of sunset spilled through the window and haloed him in warm light, and if you didn’t know him you might have thought he was deserving of his last name ‘Angel.’ His fingers glide around the keys, tapping out a tune you’d grown to know well in the past thirty minutes.

            His focus was so completely entranced on his work, that you could see he’d let his guard down. His expression was almost light, and his posture easy. You couldn’t help the idea that popped into your mind. This might be the only chance you'd have to really catch him off guard.

            Casually, you stood up and stretched feeling your back pop from being hunched over so long, “We should take a break.”

            He barely casts a look your way, easing into a new section of the song. It’s a section he’s kept adjusting, but something about this variation must click as he scribbles it down. You walk over to stand behind him, waiting patiently as he finishes up.

            “You’re free to go,” he states plainly, still not looking over at you.

            You inch a little closer, making a show of peering at the sheet music, “Come on, it’ll be good for you! It might give you a fresh perspective.”

            Lightly, your hand drifts up as he finally turns to look over at where you peer over his shoulder. His voice is even more flat somehow, “No.”

            “Come on,” you repeat, and as he narrows his eyes sensing something amiss, your hand shoots up before he can figure it out. His hair is softer then you were expecting as you ruffle it, a mischievous grin flashing across your face, “It’s good to rest once in a while, you know.”

            This time his hand shoots out before you can react and latches onto your wrist. You give easily as he pulls it away, shooting you a scowl, “God, you’re so…”

            “So?” He shakes his head, and your grin only grows wider as you see the crack in his mask. His hair, once perfectly kept, now has loose strands going awry. The messy look might actually suite him.

            Lars releases you, although it’s with great reluctance, “Fine. We’ll take a break. But only to run out and grab coffee.”

            “Sure!” You chirp, returning to gather your stuff. You can feel Lars staring holes into you, but even still you have a hop to your step. The only reason he’s upset is because you got to him, which means you won this round. “You’re paying right?”

            He says nothing as he starts to leave, not waiting to see if you're following. Even without him answering, you know he will. He always does.

Rook + Walk in the Forest

            The two of you walk a familiar path. When you were kids, the number of times the two of you ran off into the woods at the edge of the park was numerous. As you got older, the visits came to a stop and it wasn’t until later, after you suddenly found yourself enrolled at Vales Grove University, that Rook had invited you for a walk out here.

            It was nostalgic, especially with the leaves turning colors and burning in brilliant shades of yellows and reds. As kids, Rook always had a bad habit of leaving you behind, although you didn’t think he ever meant to. He always needed to be moving in some way and he was always rushing forward without a second thought. Even now, you sense his endless energy in the constant fiddling of his hands or the way his eyes followed every leaf that fell, making it a game to snatch them out of the air.

            He keeps pace with you now, his arm close to your, and your hands so close to touching. In his other hand is a collection of all the leaves he’s caught, and he’s been eyeing a particularly vibrant yellow one that the breeze just dislodged.

            “Having fun?” Rook blinks, an easy smile breaking out on his face as he looks over at you. It also breaks his concentration on his latest prize, and so you pluck it out of the air for him.

            “I was about to say you wished you could do this,” he brandishes his collection like treasure, “But I guess you just proved me wrong.”

            You try not to laugh as you shake your head and hand the leaf over to him, “How many even is that?”

            “…Eleven.” He states after a pause. “Not including yours.”

            “We used to do this as kids, too. We were always competing over something in these woods.” The memories are distant now, stuck in the dreamy haze of a long over childhood.

            Rook nods, before he throws his collection up and lets them cascade over the two of you, “That’s all you need to be friends as kids. Competition and spite.”

            “Still bitter I always won?”

            “You wish you won against me.” The spark in his eyes is so familiar you can’t help but drift closer. Just a centimeter or two, and you feel your hands whisper against each other. Rook must feel it too because his smile goes soft around the edges. “But I guess I can admit it was evenly tied.”

            “You’re such a kid.” He only laughs at this, and your hands touch again and even though the wind is cool and the autumn air has started to develop a chill your entire left side is so impossibly warm you think part of you is still stuck in the dead of summer.

            This feels like a secret, these walks you go on. A world away from everything else where only the two of you exist. Maybe those childhood memories are far from you now, but there is still you and Rook and woods you know so well. So you drift another centimeter closer, and savor the warmth of him beside you.

[v3nusxsky]

im godly obsessed with sub!emily. please write smth filthy with sub!emily 🙏🙏

Miss chief of whores 18+

*Authors note~ submissive Emily here we go, I've never written from this point of veiw

Trigger warnings~ sub Emily, dom r daddy kink degrading praise throat fucking tears (good kind) semi public sex punishment toys orgasm denial

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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To say that your temper was flaring with Emily's lack of respect for your agreed upon rules would be a complete and utter understatement. The whole team were stranded in Vegas for one night due to the jet being on loan to another team. Reid scampered off to see his mother while the rest of the team hit the clubs. Derek immediately found himself a pretty lady to spend the with while you ladies and Hotch decided to have a few drinks. Emily was really pushing the boundaries as she "innocently" flirted with the bar tender to get an extra round of free drinks. Clearly she needed reminding who she belonged too and you were more than willing to provide it.

As soon as your girlfriend came back to the table you immediately decided to set your plan into motion. Your fingers trailing up and down her thigh which was hardly covered by the little black dress she had adorned. You made sure to bring your lips to the shell of her ear, "who do you belong too pretty girl" you purred teasingly. The little whine that Emily offered went straight to your core. With a quick scan of the room you knew you were safe, "I said who do you fucking belong to slut" you growled letting go when she whimpered a very quiet, "daddy."

You knew one of Emily's kinks involved sexual acts in public so you didn't waste the opportunity to trail your fingers from her toned thighs to her now soaked underwear, just teasing her clit with some friction but not enough to be overly pleasurable. "Keep your mouth shut slut, got it? One sound out of you and I stop. Let everyone here know what a slut you out. The big chief of the BAU, nothing but a common whore for her agent"

Emily took a little bit of your torture before a whimper left her hardly parted lips, causing JJ to focus her attention on her friend. "Em? You okay?" She murmured looking between the pair of you. "Go on baby, tell Jay how much you love her watching you get fucked right here" you purred purposely slipping a finger past her panties and into her slick heat. You watched JJs eyes darken as she realised what was happening, "we should probably go to the hotel room right?" You murmured lovingly kissing her cheek which caused the raven haired woman to leave with you, stumbling with ever few steps she took.

That was how Emily found herself naked and spread out on the hotel bed, you'd carefully and expertly tied her limbs to the bed in the most prettiest red rope you owned. A vibrator stuffed into her aching cunt, securely fastened with this beautiful lavender rope, one of your favourites actually. You quickly set the pattern to edge and edge only, before running yourself a steamy hot bath to soak in.  You didn't care for how long you'd be in the bath. Hearing the whines and mewls of your lover only aiding your enjoyment of the situation. Normally, your girlfriend had no issue continuing a decent volume but right now she was a hot mess.

You weren't surprised to hear JJ enter the room, after all Emily was pathetically whimpering for you to let her cum. The volume is what alerted JJ to come and check on you. Quickly drying off and adorning your favourite strap, the one that caused her cunt to tightly suffocate daddy's dick, "ah JJ nice of you to finally take the hint and join us, you purred stalking over to the blonde. "I uh I'm not" she stumbled as the toys still worked Emily up to the edge once more as she attempted to squirm away from her. 

A loud moan of pleasure tore through Emily and you smirked at how JJ couldn't move her eyes from the pretty pussy that was currently leaking onto the sheets. "Such a whore, JJ is here and you can't help but put on a show, I'm in a good mind to offer JJ to use you like a slut" you pondered watching how both women seemed rather interested in the prospect of that. "Jay, did you need something?" You murmured watching the blonde flush bright red, "uh um no I heard sounds and I thought you were in trouble so o came to check" "Well as you can see I had a bath and this one here was whoring herself out like a good girl, now would you like to join us or shall we arrange another time?"  The blonde woman nodded to the latter and you knew she would be back, seeing her friend in such a way had a clear affect on her.

As soon as JJ left you untied the vibrator and revealed in her sigh of relief, "poor baby, did you think daddy was done?" You teased while lubing up the faux dick just a little. "I'm gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours" you purred untying her enough to adjust the position making her more comfortable. You quickly slotted underneath her body and urged her head to your dick, "suck sweetheart" you murmured griping at her raven hair.

You couldn't deny how hot she looked on her hands and knees, head bobbing up and down the shaft as drool and spit started to escape her mouth and mascara ran down her cheeks due to her pretty tears. "Oh fuck baby, you look so good choking on my dick, those pretty tears. Is daddy to big hm? Can't you take it? Want to fuck that pretty fuck hole now" you purred urging her head off the strap, a whine of protest left your lover, "such a fucking whore, I know you love daddy's dick making those pretty tears fall but I want to fuck that pretty cunt till your begging me to stop."

You happily shifted to kneel behind her, lining the silicone head up with her folds and drenching it in her wetness. "Oh fuck sweetheart! So fucking wet for daddy. Such a good girl" you moaned happily before gripping her hips and roughly thrusting into her fluttering hole. "Oh daddy daddy fuck me god please fuck yes need you" she mewled instantly pushing her hips backwards in an attempt to make the tip reach further in her core. A harsh smack to the globe of her ass was enough to still her futile attempts. "fucking whore, can't fucking wait imma fuck you like a bitch in heat then, dirty dirty girl always wanting more" you panted before speeding up your thrusts bottoming her out every time.

"Daddy! Fuck please need to fuck god more" she whimpered as you watched her greedy hold drag your cock back in. "Cum whore" was all you offered before reaching down to play with her clit. As she was thrown over the edge you instantly followed. Your thrusts slowed just the right amount as you watched your lover quiver underneath you. "So good baby, such a good girl, I'm gonna take it out now okay? Then we can get you in the bath hmm?"

You did just that. Ran a bath for her, nice and warm like she liked before setting the bedroom up with drinks and snacks for her,  then going to help her out of the bath due to unstable legs and carried her bridal style to the bed. "Drink and eat baby" you murmured kissing her cheek and watching to ensure she did. Only then did you both settle into bed and she snuggled on your chest. "Daddy?" She murmured almost so quite you nearly missed it. "Yes my love?" She seemed to be shy and you had a feeling you knew the next question. "Would you really let Jay play?" She mumbled shyly. "Would you like that sweetheart?" To which she nodded happily. "Good because me and JJ have spoken about it. She would like some experience in our lifestyle and I think you're the perfect girl to show her what a good submissive is. So soon baby okay? Now get some rest." Was all you offered stroking her bare back and encouraging sleep to take over.

Word count~ 1425

[popcornforone]

The Cliffs

Chapter 1 of Is that all Mr Gutierrez? Serise

Master list

Well well here we go. Time for some Javi G.

Thank you all for voting in my Poll. I’m very happy but also a little shocked the Javi Gutierrez actually won, but I’m not complaining. Ooooh no. Because I have a huge master plan for Javi G. This is going to be very very fun, to write & properly character develop the people involved.

Chapter 1 synopsis: your diary hold all your secrets, including who you are crushing on. & yet you want your teenage dream with J to come true, maybe it did tonight at the cliffs?

This chapter is in a diary format for a young reader who will age & be the lead. I think there might be one more of these in the series, but this will not be regular. It will revert to you & Javi.

Word count: 800

Warning: underaged drinking, kissing, flirting, pining, mention of things to come & dreams & wants, slight anger, secrets. The reader is under age for drinking & sex & Javi G is for drinking. Probably best not to read if your under 18 as I know where I’m going to go with this series.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome.

See you soon for chapter 2

Dear diary

I kissed him today

Yes I did

It finally happened

For the last 2 years I’ve wanted to kiss him & today in a game of truth or dare, I did just that, my dream came true

I’m pretty sure J was expecting me to do something else but I didn’t

I can’t believe I actually just had my first kiss…

We were sitting on the side of the cliffs watching the sun set eating burgers like we do every Friday evening while my parents & his have dinner & do business at our hotel

We met over 2 years ago on these exact cliffs when he was running away from his bullying older cousin & I was here with my dad fishing

He looked scared but we helped him get home

He’s 2 years older than me

But he’s still really sweet

He’s not like any of the other boys in my class at school

We just get on

& now our parents work together we just get to hang out a lot more

I’ve only told you diary & my own pen friend back home in England that I have a crush on him

I like it when he holds my hand

I want to know if he fancies me too

So we went to the cliffs

& ate our burgers & watched the sun set & talked about school

I’ve got my exams in the summer he’s got his last few to before he goes to university on the main land, his dads orders, he needs to know business to be able to take over the family business one day, im surprised he doesn’t need farming, with the number of olive trees & other crops they grow.

But we were talking about that & then he asked if I wanted to play truth or dare

Usually the final dare is us both chickening out of leaping over the cliffs, it’s such a long way down

But there we sat drinking the carton of sangria we sneaked out of my parents kitchen getting giggly & stupid & tipsy

My parents don’t mind me drinking they know I can cope

J then after few rounds dared me to do the thing I was most scared of

I’m sure he thought I would try & jump off the cliffs finally

But I didn’t

Maybe it was the sangria

But I kissed him quick

Our lips probably only touched for 5 seconds but it was what I wanted to do

It’s all I’ve wanted to do from the age of 13

Kiss Javi Gutierrez

He laughed when we finished & said I needed practice

I did say we could try again & he laughed

He told me I was sweet & pretty

But should think about if this is what I want

He then did kiss my cheek back

It was so soft

He held my hand & we talked

& then we did both just run & jump off the cliffs

Such a drop

So huge

But it was fun

I felt like I was being reborn swimming in the water

Splashing J

Laughing

Watching the sun disappear

We got in trouble though

We got back to my parents hotel

After my curfew

Both soaked

Both a little drunk

Javis dad was not happy

My parents weren’t either to start with but they laughed later when I told them what happened, they have always been very understanding

My mum thought it was cute but both mum & dad told me to be careful around boys now I’m getting older

I’m now sitting in my bed writing to you diary

No one else needs to know about how special tonight truly was

When Javi returns from university in 3 years I will probably be at my own university

But I hope he still looks as sweet as he did today

I want to ask him for a proper kiss

Like they do in the movies

Like married people do

I want to have a conversation which will lead to us talking all night & maybe just maybe more…

Ooh diary do all 15 year olds feel like this after their first kiss?

Will all my kisses be that short & quick?

I hope not

I hope to have so so many more

& I hope most of them are with J

He puts on this brave face for the rest of the world knowing one day he will take over the family business

But to me he will always be just 14 year old J who I met 2 & a bit years ago

With those big brown eyes & hair he can’t control & the sweetest smile

Diary can you fall in love with someone after a first kiss? Because I think I have!!!

Chapter 2

[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ chapter 22: lean on me

wc: 0.4k

You run across the halls as fast as you can, hair blowing every which way as you navigate the twisting corridors. You quickly reach the studio, pushing past the heavy door. You let the it push you into the brightly lit room, crouching while you catch your breath. 

Looking up to see Sunghoon giggling quietly, you finally realise that he’s already started recording for the vlog. You gasp in surprise, quickly bowing to the camera before introducing yourself. 

‘Well look who’s finally here everybody! But really, I can’t tell if this is Y/n or a tomato…’ Sunghoon laughs at your disheveled greeting, taking in your red and out of breath face. 

‘I’m sorry!! I really am!’ You bowed some more, exaggerating your actions. After another round of laughter, you both finally get to practicing. 

The dance this time is considerably harder than the last time you had a joint stage, but practice is definitely more fun. 

The both of you have been practicing for about 2 hours, learning and reviewing consistently. The choreographer finally bids you goodbye, promising to come by again the day after the next. 

You practiced a couple more times after she left, just to make sure everything was okay. 

After what felt like an eternity, you both crashed onto the couch in the back of the studio, exhausted from the gruelling choreography. 

You groan out in pain, stretching. Tiredness settles into your bones, a sense of fatigue washing over you. You had been practicing all week, still having some year end shows to perform at. It had been a tiring week to say the least, but you thought you were handling it better. 

But as the time passed, your eyes felt heavier, and you couldn’t fight the feeling of your head lolling to the side as sleep took over you. 

Sunghoon nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels the weight of your head on his shoulder. He froze, panic coursing through his veins. He stayed as still as he possibly could, wondering if you would wake up soon. 

Sunghoon relaxes after a couple of minutes, making sure you were still sleeping. He carefully moves into a more comfortable position, shifting your head so you wouldn’t cramp up later on. 

As your breathing evened out, Sunghoon watches you carefully, admiring your features. He drinks in your gentle face, peaceful expression adorning your delicate features. Your breath comes out in soft puffs, tickling his shoulder. 

Sunghoon smiles to himself. He felt giddy, happy that you felt safe enough to sleep on him. 

As he watched you rest, he hoped that you were having the sweetest dreams. And maybe, you were dreaming about him too. 

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: erm! hello. 20 days since the last chapter im sorry- this chapter is dedicated to anon who misses bbh thank you for that push fr, without that i would've lowk put this on hiatus :( but now that im over this chapter we are getting to the good part HEHE hope you guys look forward to that ^^

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[survivor-trinidad-and-tobago]

Episode 15: "ACQUIESCE BABY!!!"—Kaleigh

In this round: Everyone acquiesces to Kaleigh's spelling superiority when she wins her second individual immunity; Kaleigh steals Zee's vote; and Zee joins the jury

Zee

Whaddup my name's Jared I'm 19 and I never fuckin learned how to read

Michael

Honestly not much to report! I'm going to try and stay strong with Alex and Kaleigh. Tony left but I'm sure that's a big relief for him, he did great for his first game.

Jack

Hey babes, so I’m SOOO HAPPY to be back and I’m with my hot gurlzzz and I love them. Im so happy Tony got out cause he didn’t vote w me (that’s what he gets 😌). At this point anyone but me, champ, or zee going home is the best for my game cause it’s gonna be a 3-3 tie. IM READY FOR ROCKS☠️😈

Kaleigh

woooooo another immunity win, i woulda been so shocked if someone could beat me at a spelling bee. ACQUIESCE BABY!!! my deranged cobwebby brain is good at one thing and one thing only… and that’s spelling. i’m jk i’m good at other things too but wow lol ok. so i’m immune tonight. zee is asking me and alex to flip on michael, and its just condescending at this point :( like i know what i’m doing babe and idgaf if u think michael is gonna win. i’m fine with that LMAO why would i flip on my allies to be at the bottom of ur 3? like? no??? but i told her it’s a possibility but i think i’ll probably just steal a vote tonight and get zee out. please god don’t let her have another stinking advantage !! also i finished that book and it was extremely good. and it’s my niece’s 4th birthday.

Alex

Ugh, this vote still feels tenuous. Champ said today she wanted to take Zee out last vote (not that it would have mattered, ultimately - I KNEW she had a second idol lol). She's flat out lied to me so many times at this point, but she also knows how big of a threat Zee is. Finding the time to actually talk game with her feels like it will be impossible, though. I finally reached out to Zee last night to compliment her on still trying to unify the tribe like with the game night. She used the words 'icing out' to describe how quiet chat has been between sides, which is fair. I don't know if it was directed only at me, but even if that wasn't what I was trying to do I can see how she felt that way. It just felt like there was not even, like, pretended level of potential to work together and I didn't know how to bridge the gap of "hey even though we won't tell each other anything in-game, how's life?" and have it not seem disingenuous. So I'm glad that came out of last night. The Tony blindside definitely surprised me, and Jack coming back into the game over Colin. It really feels like it's Champ or bust with this vote but if we come to the risk of rocks, I see them possibly flipping. Now that I'm at Actual Final 6 I don't actually want to go to rocks anymore lol. It just feels like if we can get through tomorrow's vote we could get the rest of the way but who knows. If Zee has a third idol I'll lose my mind lmao. The way Kaleigh's still got her steal a vote and idol and I'm sitting over here with my flopped advantages. Sigh. Kind of incredible of her to only have one vote against her so far AND IT'S FROM ME. She's killing it. Wait. Do I have the most votes out of our 3? I do! Well, that's something I guess. Maybe I could have played a more fluid game, and tried to get the majority alliance to eat each other from the inside of it, but there's no point in thinking about that now. I'm at Final 6 and that's very neat.

Champ

I’m running late again for the confession, anyways here for a good time! Not a long time LMFAO

Zee

Haven't heard from Jack all day, Champ messaged once. I'm pretty sure I'm going home tonight

Tribal Council

Zee: LOST VOTE

Champ: Alex (ROCKS ROCKS ROCKS)

Kaleigh: Zee (IF YOU HAVE A THIRD IDOL ISTG)

Kaleigh (Zee’s Stolen Vote): Zee

Alex: Zee (You’ve played SUCH a good game, and for all I know, you could still be here after this vote. It genuinely wouldn’t surprise me lmao. But here’s hoping this works. I enjoyed our pre-swap talks.)

Michael: Zee (you’ve played a wonderful game, sorry we didn’t really play together but that’s how it goes 🤷🏾‍♂️)

Jack: Alex (sorry babes we ain’t working together)

[afklancelot]

For the ask game, all of them!

damn anon you're really putting me out there

well alright then :)

orchid- video game music counts, right? anyways Fanged Fastener from paper mario origami king is perfect. to me.

cactus- currently i'm learning about what would make a good gaming laptop, if that counts. i actually was trying to get into python coding a few months ago, but that's postponed until i get motivation to go back.

bamboo- usually when i get home i change into loungewear: a t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.

abelia- i don't take to wearing jewelry unless you count my earrings, which i think came from Claires actually??? anyways, i don't really take them off because i never really felt like it.

daffodil- i got one older sister. it would take too long to list how many differences i have from them, so i'll note one similarity: we both wear glasses.

mahonia- strangely enough, impending exam deadlines. turns out trying to study for a big test is great motivation for writing creative pieces. yes i know this is procrastination.

chia- i've got quite a few inside jokes with my splatoon buddies that barely make sense in context, but here's one with a separate online friend of mine: whenever we say our goodbyes we end out messages with an emoji rat. one time i even stopped myself from going to bed because i forgot to give her my goodbye rat.

sage- probably music is the most touching. i was in band from middle school to second year of high school, including marching band in hs, so that might be why i have a greater appreciation for music in comparison to other arts.

edelweiss- ok so back when lostbelt 6 released in japan, they used fairy knight for the fae servants before their true names were revealed. having 'afklancelot' can mean three things: either "a fairy knight lancelot", "away fron keyboard lancelot", or "a fucking knight lancelot." prolly the most creative effort i had in coming up with a url. as for why lancelot, well she's my favorite out of the cast in lb6, and her scribbly face is so goofy so

camellia- i was apparently really antisocial when i was young, even as a baby. my mom once told me that i was fairly content to be by myself on the mattress and would actually start crying if i were picked up. i'm still pretty antisocial irl, but online i can actually be pretty bold in saying what i feel like, rarely with filter.

jasmine- i really liked The Silent Companions by Laura Purcell, it was one of the few horror books that really captured my focus. will not be rereading though because 1) i don't have the physical copy and i have a habit of not rereading ebooks after the first full read and 2) the ending was fitting but made me a bit depressed, i felt really bad for the main character and her helplessness.

ivy- usually when someone talks to me and i answer in short terse answers it means i want to stop talking to them (tho sometimes it's because i don't have much to say). when i answer with stumbled words and a fast way of speaking, it's usually because im trying really hard to piece together what i want to say. same goes for messaging online: i tend to reply quickly to online conversations without much thinking since im excited to be included in discussions. usually when im feeling angry, annoyed, or upset, i tend to sigh dramatically.

chamomile- stuffed animals. preferably those with rounded body types, as they usually feel floofy and are comfy to lie down on/hug.

aloe vera- it's tied between 'flipping an egg on a frying pan' and 'climbing a tree'. idk this is a hard one.

palm tree- lutherrrrr from The Familiar :3 he's such an asshole who does asshole things throughout the story but he's so entertaining with surprising depth if you pay attention. one of the few characters where i'm torn between "i want to see him get a redemption arc and live on to change for the better" and "i want to see this man actively get worse and die from his hubris". so yeah.

nutmeg- aside from my bed, which has fish-themed bedding and has a lot of stuffed animals piled on top, my room's actually pretty neat from most clutter. i usually hang out in a separate room, which is neat in most places, but the only way i can describe the couch i mostly reside on is "messy as fuck".

papyrus- ive recently been listening to a few lord huron songs lately. in particular, Vide Noir and Long Lost ive been listening to on repeat, the former moreso.

taro- well, it depends on the person. if they're not into video games at much/at all, i usually just say general stuff on how i'm doing, maybe talk about books if they're also interested in reading. if they ARE into video games, i may tell them about the various games ive been playing, maybe including the antics ive been gettin into.

[story-scraps]

slayer and saviour

short story/story snippet fantasy stay at home husband malcolm faces a difficult decision after discovering a newly hatched dragon 2981 words written by story-scraps, published (unprofessionally) Monday, January 9th Do not repost

this is the first time i've ever written something to be posted and read by anyone so bear with me about the quality on this one haha, i sorta got sick of the story by the end (you'll probably realise that as you read) but im rambling now and all i wanted to say was thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy the story! -story scraps

Malcolm had no idea how he was going to explain away the dragon once it was discovered. ‘Discovered’ might even have been a strong word for it since to discover something it had to be hidden first.

He wondered whether he could call the dragon hatchling ‘hidden.' Wrapped as it is under a frayed blanket, trying to get comfortable in the wooden cradle Malcolm had dropped it in.

‘The cradle Claire carved,’ the irony wasn’t lost on him. But he couldn’t think of anywhere better to put the little monster.

Malcolm still couldn’t understand what compelled him to take the hatchling home with him. Why didn’t he kill it immediately? Or at least walk away?

But he knew that was impossible, he couldn’t have ignored it. No, he doomed himself the moment he spotted the glint of its golden eggshell.

He’d been out on a stroll that morning, enjoying the fine weather. He wandered around the serene meadows that surrounded the cottage. The spring was in full swing and the fields were bursting with life. The tall grass was a striking emerald against the blue sky. Its perfect green was only broken up by the smattering of wildflowers that dotted the ground. Here and there, Malcolm would spot a little vole or mouse burrowing around the underbrush. Or catch a glimpse of a colourfull bird flying overhead, chirping sweetly as it did.

He was struck by the sound of running water then and curious, tried to find where it came from. Thus, he found himself beside a narrow stream cutting through the meadow. It's water swift as it flowed over the silver rocks and stones that lined its sides.

Malcolm paused there, watching the current and basking in the warm sunlight and the gentle breeze blowing through his hair.

Then he spotted it, something flashing at the edge of his vision. Malcolm furrowed his brow and glanced down at his feet. There it was again, shining in the grass. He reached down and his hand closed around something. It was smooth, round, and pulling it up he gasped in surprise.

It was an egg, but not like any he’d seen before. Large and golden and warm, there was something alive inside it, something shifting, pulsing even.

He brought it closer to his face, examining it quizzically. Then, to his astonishment, a crack no wider than a hair broke across its surface! He almost dropped it in surprise as it widened and splintered with flecks of the shell began to break off.

Malcolm wasn’t sure how long he stood there frozen in amazement and wonder as he watched the egg hatching right there in his hands.

Here a flash of the body, there a glimpse of an eye, and all a sudden there was a tiny head trying to nudge its way into the open. Before he could process what he was seeing, the egg continued to crumble until the shell fell from his hands. Instead, he now had in his palm a little green, scaled thing with thin wings, two blunt horns atop its head and a curling, point-tipped tail. It looked up at him with big, beady black eyes and chirped, the barest and lightest sound from its beaked mouth.

The joy of watching something come to life that had overwhelmed him a moment before vanished. Now, there was only terror in its place.

It was a dragon. A baby one, only-just hatched, but a dragon nonetheless.

How did it end up here? And more importantly, what was he supposed to do with it now?

Malcolm’s first instinct was to drop it and run. But then what? Go find Claire, yes that was right, she’d know what to do. But after what had happened, what she’d been through, how would she react to the sight of a dragon? She was already in such a delicate state…

A thought crept up on him then.

He could kill it himself.

It was a tiny thing, it wasn’t like it could fight back. Was he so incompetent that he couldn’t even do that? A quick twist of its neck, that was all. He could even just drop it into the stream and be done with it.

Yes, that was the best course of action, he knew that. He had to pull himself together, to swallow down his nausea at the thought of killing it. If he didn't, who knew how much suffering and destruction the little dragon could cause once it grew up? How many lives and how much land could be saved with one simple act.

The hatchling chirped again, and the sound broke Malcolm away from his thoughts. It huffed and a little puff of smoke burst from its nostrils. Then, it shifted and twirled around in his hold until it curled up in a tight ball. Before Malcolm could process what he was seeing, the hatchlings fell asleep. Just like that.

Dragons were monsters. Horrible, violent beasts. Malcolm knew this, he’d seen with his own eyes the kind of terror and horror they could inflict.

And yet, looking down at the napping hatchling in his palms shook his surety in that fact. This baby animal was nothing like the hulking, terrifying monsters he knew. It was so fragile in his hands, being only a baby after all. It wasn’t like it could kill anything.

Malcolm couldn't tell how long he spent standing there, wallowing in his indecision. At some point, he finally made up his mind and ended up carrying the hatchling home with him. He also wasn’t sure what drove him to do that, only that he did and it made the situation worse.

How could he explain this to Claire? What if it hurt her, seeing one of the monsters that destroyed her life in their own home? How could he do that to her?

And just as things were finally beginning to get better for her as well…

He’d even spot it sometimes, flickering behind the clear blue of Claire’s eyes. That spark of spirit, like a stray ember from the fire that used to light up all her face, all her being. That fire that fueled her desperation for adventure and glory.

When he’d first come into contact with that fire, all those years ago, he was certain it would burn him.

He’d been watching her from the moment she and her comrades had stepped into the old tea shop where he worked. Their silver armour gleamed in the light. Their swords swung at their hips and their navy cloaks billowed as they strode in. As they did, Malcolm spotted the crest emblazoned onto them. It was of a dragon curved in on itself, a sword piercing its chest.

Dragon Knights. Malcolm almost didn’t believe it.

They were heroes of the kingdom. The elite order of imperial knights dedicated to eradicating the giant lindworms that ravaged the borders of the earth. They protected not only the kingdom of Etterstadt, but the whole continent. They were heroes, legends even. There was not a single child in the kingdom who wasn’t raised on the stories of the adventures of the Dragon Knights. They were the pride and joy of all Etterstadt and, by the way these knights carried themselves, exuding such strength and authority, they knew it. But Claire, she shone brighter than them all.

Malcolm couldn’t take his eyes off her as she and her friends sat at a table in the corner. Her messy, straw blonde hair was cropped to her chin and her cheeks were flushed a vibrant, ruddy red. What was exposed of her fair skin was littered with cuts and the occasional bruise and as she talked, Malcolm found himself watching in particular a small scar on her upper lip.

She was like the sun, even as Malcolm tried to tear his gaze away and focus on his work, he couldn’t avoid her light at the edge of his vision. He couldn’t stop his heart quickening at the sound of her hearty, loud laughter or the harsh edge of her voice and inevitably he found himself watching her again.

Her comrades must have been caught in her orbit as well, from the way they looked at her with such admiration and hung onto every word she spoke.

Malcolm had become so captivated by the sight of her and how she commanded the attention of the group that he hadn’t even noticed he was staring. He certainly didn’t notice she was staring back.

Not until she hollered,  “Hey, you there!”

Malcolm startled and with a lurch in his stomach realised she meant him.

“Five black teas to go around and say, you wouldn’t be able to slip anything stronger in, would you?”

“Afraid not,” he called back, trying desperately to keep the tremble from his voice and from his hands as he began brewing their drinks. When he finally went over to serve them to the group, he thanked the saints he didn’t spill anything.

As he set the tray ladened with two steaming pots and a collection of cups down, one of the other knights spoke up.

“You know,” he began and flicked a stray lock of rust-red hair from his beady eyes, “I’d frequent tea shops more often if I knew all the servers would look as lovely as you do," he said with a lazy grin.

Malcolm felt heat rising to his cheeks. He tried to play it off, chuckling and muttering a quiet ‘thanks’ under his breath. He spotted one of the other knights rolling their eyes across the table.

“And you know…”

‘Oh saints,’ Malcolm thought, ‘is he still going?’

The knight propped an elbow on the table and leaned closer, his grin widening, “I could think of a few other places we could go that involve steam and hot water.”

The table erupted into a chorus of exasperated groans as Malcolm’s face turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Congratulations Larsson,” said the knight who had been rolling her eyes before, “That was, by far, the worst line you’ve come up with yet.”

Their remark roused approving laughter from the group.

The rust-haired knight, Larsson, scoffed irritably.

“Come on! That one was good!” he insisted.

It was her, the blonde knight, that spoke up next.

“No, no it was not and look,” she gestured towards Malcolm, who still stood awkwardly at the edge of the table, clutching the empty tray. “You’ve embarrassed the poor man!”

She shifted then, turning her whole attention towards him, “don’t mind Larsson,” she assured, “he’s just like that.”

“There’s nothing we can do about it either!” another knight spoke up, “we took him to every doctor in Etterstadt and they all said his horrible flirting is incurable!”

Another round of laughter passed around the group. Malcolm saw his chance and took the opportunity to slip away back to the counter.

Nobody seemed to have noticed. Yet, he could still feel the blonde knight’s intense gaze tracking him for the better half of an hour.

It wasn’t until her friends had paid and packed up to leave that she got up and strode over to the front of the shop where Malcolm stood sorting tea leaves.

“Would you like anything else before you go?” Malcolm asked and tried not to gawk at how the dim light of the shop glowed against her cheeks.

“No, no,” she answered and leaned casually against the counter. “I just thought I’d apologise again on Larsson’s behalf, he shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”

“Yeah, he shouldn’t have,” it spilled out before he could think of what he was saying. Then, all of a sudden she was laughing, a curt, rough sound that made his stomach flip.

“How about I make it up to you then?”

“Oh?” Malcolm asked, “and how do you intend to do that?”

“By treating you to dinner, if you’ll let me.”

Even then, he could never say no to her.

Everything that followed seemed straight out of a daydream to Malcolm. Candlelit dinners at local restaurants. Trading bites of warm bread while strolling arm-in-arm through the town square. Long, starlit conversations on his balcony that drew into the early hours of the morning. The fear that plagued him whenever Claire went off on missions, leaving him holding his breath. The relief when she’d saunter back into the shop weeks later, freshly scarred but still blessedly alive. Still grinning like she’d beaten death in a bar fight. No matter how dangerous the mission or how terrifying the beast, Claire always ended up victorious. She was a marvel, the youngest knight to ever receive a medal of chivalry by the king himself.

Passing secrets and a bottle of wine on the rooftop at midnight. Proposing outside the tea shop. A small spring wedding in the meadows outside the town.

The quaint cottage in the countryside, a place of their own, their new home together.

It still unnerved him sometimes, how quickly things turned for the worst.

Claire had been away on another mission. It wasn't even particularly special or dangerous. Only an investigation into a reported lindworm sighting.

It was early in the evening when it happened. Malcolm could still taste the perfumed air that wafted across the porch where he sat, watching the sunset drip gold into the sky. The clopping of the galloping horse’s hooves against the dirt road. The courier, Larsson of all people's, grim expression as he told him the news.

The ride to the field hospital. The hours of waiting. The oppressive, suffocating fear.

Trying to hold back tears by her bedside once she finally woke up.

The healers said she was lucky to be alive. A new scar across her chin, a leg that would never fully mend, an honourable dismal from the knighthood. Her partner hadn’t been so fortunate.

She wasn’t herself for months afterwards. How could she be? With her dreams as shredded and bloodied as her partner’s corpse? The goal that had fueled her every move since she was a child, destroyed in one night.

Claire became a ghost of her former self. She turned away any visitors or well-wishers and refused to leave the cottage for weeks at a time. Malcolm did his best to try and console her, try to ease her back into some semblance of normal daily life. Seeing her was like looking at a ghost. Pale and cloudy eyed with drawn cheeks and dark shadows across her face. The same face that once overflowed with life and energy.

Although Malcolm would never dare voice it, he was relieved. Relieved that her career as a knight ended with a broken leg rather than a coffin. A life derailed was still better than a life cut short.

Of course, it still ate away at him, watching her suffer. Nothing pained him more than knowing how little he could do to help. He could not reshape her life with only loving whispers and gentle hands. He could never carry the burden of Claire's pain for her no matter how much he wanted to.

She’d taken up woodcarving in the long months of recovery. Her deftness with swords and knives lent well to the craft and soon the cottage was littered with figurines, followed by lopsided chairs, a side table and her latest project, a cradle to gift to their pregnant neighbour.

Malcolm glanced back to the cradle now. The hatchling was still curled up inside in a tight ball with its winding tail tucked between its claws. With each deep breath it exhaled puffs of smoke from its nostrils.

The sun was setting outside, flooding the room with a warm, golden light. The mug of tea he made upon getting home had gone cold in his hands.

‘I could just let it out,’ he mused, ‘take it back to the river and leave it there. It’s a beast, it deserves to be in the wild.’

His gaze darted to the fast darkening sky outside and back to the sleeping dragon. No, he realised, no there were beasts far more vicious than it lurking in the night. How could he leave the poor thing out there to fall prey to wolves or foxes? It would surely die in the wild without anything to protect it.

‘And it will surely die here if Claire finds it,’ he continued bitterly. ‘Though at least with Claire it’s death will be quick.’ It was a horrible thought but it was true. Claire was a professional, she’d kill it quickly, cleanly. At least that was better than it getting torn apart by wild animals, wasn’t it?

Malcolm stared at the snoozing beast. How could something so small, so peaceful, grow into a murderous monster? How could he send it to its death?

He pushed back from the table, the chair legs screeching across the wooden floor, and stood up to walk over to the cradle.

Could he bring himself to lie to Claire? The idea itself made his stomach churn, but what other options were there?

‘If I were to lie to her, how long could I do it?’ he wondered, ‘it's not like I can raise it to adulthood, she’ll find out somehow.’

Was it better if she heard it from him? Could he convince her to spare the little dragon? Even if he could, what then?

Malcolm groaned in frustration and carded his hands through his hair.

Claire would be back soon. He’d tell her. He knew he would in the end, it was impossible to try and convince himself to betray her to any degree. And if she decided the dragon had to die… could he stop her?

Malcolm tried not to dwell too hard on that thought. No, whatever they would decide, they’d do it together.

The dragon chirped again and shifted in its cradle.

Malcolm knew he’d follow Claire in the end.

Even if it meant killing that baby.

That beast.

and that's it really. if you liked the story please don't hesitate to leave some comments or just a heart or anything! if you didn't them then i'm sorry i guess. i'll definetly post more stuff on here if the stars ever aligned again and im able to write properly, i've been thinking of making a sort of novellete to update in chapters but thats still very much in the works thank you so much for putting up with me and reading this far if you have!!!! you have no idea how much it means to writers like me thanks again and i hope you go enjoy some better stories after this one haha :)

-story scraps

[whatwordsmiss]

lil preview if youd like because im still very excited about this fic and i gotta share at least a lil piece of it

The wind howls, slicing against her cheeks, whippin’ the pieces of her hair that have fallen loose. Black storm clouds above threaten to open at any moment; it’s the middle of summer, but the air is icy, burning the insides of Imogen’s lungs with every heave of her chest. Her fingers tighten around the reigns, and Flora dances her feet beneath her — anxious and filled with unease. Horses are smart creatures, after all, and Flora has always been well attuned to Imogen’s emotions.

She sits — waits — on the edge of the field, heart hammerin’, blood roilin’ like the clouds above. The twitch of her jaw makes her teeth grind together until she can’t stand it. Imogen glances up; sees a flash of light within one of the clouds. Feels it reflectin’ deep within her.

“This ends now,” she promises to the storm.

She flicks her wrists, sure and strong, snapping the reigns. “Yaa!” She yells, spurrin’ Flora into a fast sprint straight ahead. Imogen leans into the fluid motion, knees bent and thighs bracin’, her face low to Flora’s mane. The muscles of the horse ripple, lungs pantin’, as she pushes faster and faster.

The clouds above split open. It begins to rain. Softly at first, and then harder and harder, until it feels like it’s pushin’ against her, fightin' her back, refusin' her promise. And the long grass below slices at her boots, at the underbelly of Flora as they race across the many fields closer and closer to town. The dread of bein’ too late makes her fingers feel numb.

And then Imogen sees her.

“DELILAH,” she roars, the word tearin’ from her throat, leavin’ her feeling raw. The copper bite of blood rests on her tongue, and she can’t make sense of if it’s real or simply the taste of her own rage. Decides that she doesn’t care. 

Both will be spat at Delilah.

The crowd that had gathered around the tree turns at once, a range of surprise and fright colorin’ their faces. But Delilah only turns wearin’ a smile that’s small but pleased. Imogen watches from too far away — much too far away — as Delilah turns, says somethin’ to the crowd; to the person bound with hands behind their back and with a bag over their head, standin’ on tiptoes so the noose around their neck wouldn’t claim them too soon, wouldn’t tear skin and break bones and take and take and take. 

Laudna.

It doesn’t matter what Delilah said, it doesn’t matter that Imogen is still much too far to hear. The crowd lets out an answerin’ call in response that’s loud enough to carry over hills and thunder. They raise up their pitchforks and their torches and their fists that have only ever held hatred, and they press in — closer and closer, surroundin’ Laudna.

Only Delilah turns back to Imogen, mouth still curled with twisted pleasure. And Imogen’s finally close enough that she has no problem understanding the next three words Delilah yells to Imogen’s… neighbors, classmates, her preacher, fellow farmhands, grocer… they’re all here and they’re all here waiting to hurt Laudna.

A crack of lightning illuminates the field.

(When her mama was still ‘round, when her mind wasn’t too preoccupied with anywhere but here, she would sit on the porch with Imogen as the summer storms raged on ahead. Imogen was small enough then that she could fit perfectly within her mama’s criss-cross applesauce legs; one of her mama’s arms was always wrapped around her, while the other pointed out the flashes of light.

You gotta count the seconds after each strike of lightnin’ and the thunder that booms afterwards, she taught Imogen. Every five seconds is a mile ‘tween you and the storm.

Imogen had nodded, eyes refusin' to move from the dark clouds in front of them.

What if the storms real close, mama? What if… what if I can’t count to five? Her heart didn’t even have a chance to turn into a skittish little thing before her mama held her tighter.

Then you come home, baby. You lay as low as you can, and you don’t let the storm hurt you.)

One… Two… 

“Kill the witch.”

mentally (because it is midnight) i am running around my tiny apartment going yippee! yippee! because i caught the writing bug again and it is so fun! i love this first meeting it might be one of my very favorites! i can't wait to finally post something again after almost a year

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

masterlist

Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?