#If there was a place I knew they’d never touch or stay there forever but they end up in everything

[caterpillarinacave]

maybe I’ll run away and join the moss

[missmimii]

𖤐 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 - 𝐌 ~ 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - In which Matt convinces his girlfriend to film a video in a haunted house, the fearful events taking a turn for the better once he gives her the perfect distraction to keep her fright at bay.

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୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, dom!matt, fem!reader, smut, f!oral receiving (Matt the munch forever), language, public(kinda?) dirty talk, light, light degradation, pet names, teasing, light fluff

𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!

♡︎－ 𝒩ℴ𝓉ℯ * This is probably the first time I’ve written detailed smut, so let me know how I did/how I can improve! Ily guys so much, and I appreciate the recent support. It’s surreal ❤︎︎

୨ৎ － 𝐰𝐜 - 𝟕.𝟒𝐤

Starting on the current day going forward, Y/n made a promise to herself to never agree to be in a video with Matt ever again. Granted- she should’ve known he was up to no good when he offered his affection as a payment, but it was Matt.

The same Matt whose bribe seemed oddly similar to the many occasions he’d want to cling onto the girls side, press his face in the crook of her neck as he whispered all of the sinful things he thought of the beautiful girl. So when he said he’d fuck her till she saw stars, purely just for her appearance in a video, she thought nothing of it.

Because he loved his girlfriend.

Y/n was used to being in the triplets content regularly, which was given, seeing as she was the triplet’s girlfriend. Other than the odd occasions where she’d take a beat to focus on her own life as well as her personal career.

Said videos usually consisted of the four doing small activities that they knew the girl enjoyed. Q&A’s, because as much as she denied the accusations (she was fond of saying silly little facts about herself). Or something as simple as vlogging themselves shopping at thrift stores, a side hobby of the girls, that may have been a slight problem.

Just something to show off his gratitude and love for his girlfriend, showed the people watching that the angel was in fact, a very important piece in the scrambled puzzle of his life.

And though he loved his brothers, he couldn’t deny that one of the main reasons her got up every day, and stayed consistent with filming content, was because of the girl. He wanted to make her proud of his work, his job being the third on his lists of his best accomplishments.

𝟏－Nick & Chris

𝟐－Y/n (and how he managed to bag such a perfect, beautiful girl)

𝟑－His career

But because their content was usual tame and collected, random vlogs, that always consisted of activities that never were considered strange, Y/n immediately agreed to make an appearance in there latest video. Matt, on the other hand, inwardly cringed to himself at her lack of hesitation.

Was he lying to her? Not exactly. But was he avoiding telling her the full truth? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Small tea lights surrounded the group, as well as the blue rope that was laid out on the unstable floorboards beneath. Y/n felt her heart skip a beat whenever she heard a creak, forgetting that it was the century old flooring.

I can’t believe he talked me into this.

Because the girl was away for work for days on end, weeks- even, she didn’t hear everything about what happened back in LA in her absence. Of course they’d FaceTime as much as possible, but he as always to damn distracted, watching her.

Matt would watch her plump lips speak at a perfect pace through the camera, biting on the edge of his thumb as he wondered how amazing they’d feel against his own lips. She’s so fucking beautiful. Miss’ her so much. I wonder how it’d feel to be inside her right in this very moment.

And in result of his overwhelming thoughts of her, the reoccurring subject during these late night calls would also be her. Matt always missed her. Missed her touch, her voice, her perfect nails that would lightly scratch against his back as she lulled him to sleep at night, his head gently placed between her plush breasts.

Apparently (according to the man himself) Matt found himself missing the girl so much, that as he babbled on and on about how much he needed her, wanted her, and could practically feeling his cock being squeezed by the walls of her pussy, he might’ve forgot to mention that Nick had set up a collab with the two ghost hunters.

Y/n stared down at the illuminated rope that was weaved around the large group, flashes of blue and red intermittently sparking along the rope. An EMF cord. She was quite literally, being surrounded by hundreds of entities.

Lord please help me.

The girl flinched a bit as she felt a hand being pressed on the small of her back, immediately thinking ghost. “Woah.” Matt chuckled, looking down at the distressed girl as she blew out a soft gasp. “You alright?” The triplet tilted his head, running his hand comfortingly down her back.

Y/n’s shoulders fell with relief, silently shaking her head while simultaneously reaching out for his hand. Matt’s eyebrows drew together with worry, but didn’t hesitate before taking in her smaller, trembling one into his large hand. “Say the word and the video is scrapped.” She immediately shook her head.

“No- you’ve been looking forward for this for a while now.” Matt felt his stomach swoop with guilt, watching his beautiful girl run a distressed hand through the tendrils of her hair. “And Nick.” He rose a brow at the mention of triplet. “He hasn’t shut up about the stupid- ETES test, for weeks.” She stressed out.

Matt softly chuckled, sliding the hand that rest on her back to gently grip her waist. “I don’t care what Nick wants. The kids spoiled.” Y/n rolled her eyes at the childish remark, but felt her lips tip upward at the corners. “I care that you’re okay, baby.” His other hand cupped her cheek, soothingly running the pad of his thumb over the scar nearing the corner of her eye.

Matt watched in adoration as the girls eyelashes fluttered against her pink cheeks, batting them unintentionally as she peered up at him with that expression he could never get enough of. “I’ll be okay. I’m just being a big baby.” Y/n grumbled the last part in a soft voice, not even wanting the words to leave her mouth.

His lips fell into a smirk as he hummed, the thumb that rest against her cheek sliding down the dewy skin of her jaw and seductively smoothing over the plumpness of her bottom lip. “That’s because you are one.” Y/n’s frown deepened, as well as a redness illuminating against her cheeks.

Matt grunted at the sight, watching a stain of pink smudge against his thumb while it slid from her lips. “Cut it out.” He murmured, running his tongue along his bottom lip as he leered down at the girl with a dark expression. Y/n lifted an eyebrow, maybe with a slight attitude. “The pout.” Matt added.

Oh. The girl couldn’t help herself, a grin beaming across her pink lips as she cocked her head up at him. “And why’s that?” Y/n inquired, the false innocence apparent to the triplet, being fully aware of her games.

Matt felt his tongue twinge the inside of his cheek as he looked down at the nymph, feeling himself aching below through carpenter jeans he wore regularly. “Why?” He repeated, giving the girl a final chance to correct whatever little attitude she was about to cop.

Y/n hummed, zero hesitation as she placed a hand on his chest and drug the sharp ends of her nails along the thin fabric of his graphic tee. “Mhm..” His breath got caught in his throat as she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, before forcing them into a small pout. “Is it because you don’t like to see me sad?” Fuck it.

The girl immediately yelped as she was being tugged forward, the hand of his that once rested gently against her waist, now used as leverage to bring her closer. “Sad, huh?” Chills went up at her arms, Matt’s breath feathering against the shell of her ear as he brought her into the warmth of his body. “If you keep up that little look, you’ll see just how fuckin’ hard you being ‘sad’ gets me.” He gritted against her ear.

All the girl could do was stand there, mouth gaping as she took in his words. Swallowing the lump she felt in her throat, she flicked her gaze away. “Looking forward to it.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes.

The remark wasn’t intended for his ears, fully. A sick part in the girl wanted him to hear the snarky tone, but the other, sane half, knew it was possibly the worst time to rile the man up. And if there was one thing that Y/n knew for sure, it was that Matt wouldn’t respond positively.

And he didn’t.

She got exactly one step away from him before she felt a hand gripping her wrist, chills going up her arms at the contact. “Repeat that.” Y/n felt the racing of the triplets heart as he tugged her closer, the girls back brushing against his chest.

The girl opened and closed her mouth, scrambling for a reply, or rather a lie. “I-” She practically whined as he hummed against her neck, knowing that it was a warning. “You didn’t let me finish my sentence!” The girl rushed out, spinning around to face the boy.

He lifted a brow, urging her to continue as she fiddled with the hem of his T-shirt. “I said.. looking’ forward to doing the ETES test.” She rushed out, sending him a sheepish smile.

Matt looked at her for a solid seven seconds, before his lips broke out into a smile. He just couldn’t help it. She looked as angelic as always, the flyaway hairs framing her adorable expressionisms perfectly. Matt found himself amused by her bratty approach, and though his hand did itch to slap that beautiful ass of hers, he knew to tread lightly when she was sensitive in situations like now.

“Mhm.” He shook his head a bit, rolling his eyes as he forced the smile from his lips. “Careful, kid.” Y/n, being unable to help herself, reached up and pinched his one cheek with a soft giggle. “Saw that. You aren’t slick, buddy.” The girl teased on, still giggling at his past reaction to her brattiness.

Men were too easy.

“Stop flirting with each other and get the fuck over here, you two!”

Y/n’s shoulders dropped, the momentary distraction Matt had offered her now long vanished at the sound of the youngest triplets shout. A searing light blared into the couples eye as they turned back to the group. “Jesus, Chris.” Matt hissed, using his one hand to cover his own eyes, the reaching out to guard the girls. “Put the fucking flashlight down, dummy.”

Chris being Chris, pointed at his brother and laughed, simultaneously waving the light in front of his face. “Chris,” Another voice chimed in, the black light being snatched from his hand. Nick glared as he stood aside the younger triplet, using the handle end of the flashlight to poke his side. “Stop be a fucking child.” He hissed.

Chris yelped, jumping away from the contact. “Ouchh.” All three of them, Y/n Matt and Nick, watched as the childish male hunched over while holding his side. “I’m actually burning all of your shit, Nick.” He continued to overexaggerate his pain, before abruptly reaching out to slap the eldest twin.

Matt rolled his eyes, already seeing the fight that was to break out before it even began. Wrapping two arms around her from behind, he tugged Y/n back into his chest while taking a step back from the two. Y/n stumbled backward, lips parting as she fell into the warmth of his chest with a small umph.

Her arms were comfortingly trapped beneath the boy’s tattooed ones as he leaned his head down to her ear. “You staying’ at my house tonight?” He mumbled against her jaw, the bridge of his nose brushing along her cheek as he placed a soft peck just below her ear.

She giggled at the contact, shifting a bit in his hold. “I don’t think I could even fathom sleeping alone after this.” He hummed, placing another light kiss on the area.

“After what? This, or the ghosts?” Chills went up her arms as he whispered the words against her face, the warmth of his breath grazing the curve of her jaw sensually. “Would you be shifting in bed, chills like this,” He ran his thumb along her arm, making a whimper emit from her lips. “-all up every inch of your body, because of how much you needed me? Or will it be the nightmares?” He murmured.

Y/n was basically panting as he finally ended his sentence, a bead of sweat slowly sliding down the span of her back, just between her trapezius. “… maybe a little bit of both.” She whispered softly, the words hitting Matthew’s ears like a velvety melody.

As if there were a record player in the man’s head, the vinyl that was Y/n’s voice played on repeat in his mind, resulting in the desperate aching sensation he felt growing in his jeans. “Fuck.” Matt cursed himself, momentarily looking heavenward.

“Who’s ready for the test?”

All heads turn at the sound of a voice that may have been a touch too enthusiastic for the current events. The two friends, Sam and Colby standing side by side, both grinning ear to ear. Y/n shook her head incredulously. Who was I to judge their weird little hobbies.

Nicks hand flew up, making the girl giggle softly. “I’m so fucking ready.” Chris nodded in agreement, both boys having already decided they’d go first for the test. Matt was hesitant at the beginning, not because he was scared, but because he didn’t want to say anything that may have freaked the girl out.

His upmost priority was keeping her calm, and so far his attempts hadn’t failed. “What about you two?” Colby pointed his index fringe in between the couple, lifting a brow. Matt slowly looked down, seeing the girls face absolutely terrified.

She was quite literally froze with fear, gaping at the dark haired male with wide eyes. “Like-now?” Y/n stumbled with her words, hands wringing together anxiously.

Colby nodded nonchalantly. “After these two, yeah.” He mumbled, fumbling with the camera before flicking his gaze back to the girl. “Only if you feel comfortable with it.” The male added quickly, noticing the slight warning look Matt was throwing his way.

The girl averted her gaze downward, her breathing having picked up rapidly in pace. She couldn’t- she wouldn’t. Matt suddenly adjusted the gentle hold he had on her, nudging around so she faced him. “Hey,” She shook her head. “Look at me.” Matt reached out, tipping her chin upward.

Y/n blinked up at the blue eyed boy, fighting back the tears of frustration as she gazed up at him. “I really don’t want to.” He immediately nodded, using his thumb to effortlessly brush away the one lone tear that had fallen. “And you don’t have to, yeah?” She sniffed a bit, shutting her eyes for a brief pause.

She was that friend.

She felt like one of those kids who dipped their feet in the pool instead of swimming because they couldn’t. “… I’ll do it if you do it with me.” She blurted out, her hands balling into fists.

Matt’s eyes widened at his girlfriend’s sudden change in attitude. “You want to do it?” She nodded, making the triplets face churn with even more confusion. “You- you want to do the ETES test? Talk to ghosts-” The more he went on, the more frightened she became, but he couldn’t help it.

What the fuck had gotten into his girlfriend?

Y/n groaned and softly shoved his chest. “Stop talking about it!” She whispered hissed, making him immediately halt his ranting. Matt blew out a breath, scratching the back of his head as he looked down at the girl. “Okay.” He nodded.

Her eyebrows flew up. “Just ‘okay’? Not, ‘okay I’ll do it with you’ or oka-” She was cut off from her rambling as set of lips were placed against hers, immediately resulting in her emitting a soft. She felt her entire body drop as the weight fell from her shoulders, Matt’s perfectly soft lips moulding against hers passionately.

The triplet let his eyes lull shut as he pressed himself closer into the girls body, both hands cupping her flushed cheeks as he smiled into the kiss. “Yes,” The boy muttered into between kisses. “I’ll do it with you, baby.” He chuckled, placing soft pecks around her mouth and jaw.

The girls nose scrunched at the ticklish sensation, giggling as she pushed her hands against the triplet’s chests. “Matt!” She exclaimed in an undertone, still laughing as she attempted to shove him away. “Cut it out.” The male shook his head, lightly nipping at her cheek.

“Can’t help it.” His speech came out slurred with his lips pressed against the soft skin of her cheek. “You look so fucking good with in this jacket- and that fuckin’ top.” Matt practically whined against her jaw, thumbing over the opening of her cropped shirt.

Maybe ghosts weren’t too scary …

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“Holy fuck, man.”

Chris practically trampled through the closest door, slamming the door on Nicks face as he tore the merlot fabric from his eyes. “Those ghosts almost talk more than Nick.” He snickered, wincing as Nick pinched his side. “Kidding.” He grumbled.

Y/n watched as the door creaked open, the dusty sofa sitting inside awaiting the couple. I can’t believe I was doing this. Matt held both pieces of red fabric, feeling himself even slightly uneasy as he looked in the meekly lit room.

Dread. The girl was dreading the second her bottom landed on the leather sofa, and she was just about prepared to do anything to prolong it. Y/n felt her palms dampen with sweat, her hand twitching at the urge to reach out and grip Matt’s sleeve.

He’s right beside me- I’ll be fine.

The triplet beat her to it though, seeing her overwhelmed state as she shrunk into her own body, prompting him to reach out and grab her trembling hand. Her head snapped in his direction, finding the males eyes already on hers. “Good?” He asked, raising a brow.

Butterflies pressed against her stomach as her dilated pupils gazed into his blue eyes, feeling the world around her spin at the look that illuminated from his eyes. How could one look hold so much … love?

She blinked twice, shaking herself from whatever trance she was in. “Yes- yeah.” The girl uttered, looking down at their intertwined hands as she fiddled with the ring woven around his index finger. “Are you?” She murmured.

The corners of Matt’s mouth turned up at the inquiry. “Yeah.. m’fine doll.” Seeing her meek nod, he softly chuckled. “Are you sure?”

Y/n nipped at her bottom lip, flicking her eyes back up to the triplet’s. “Mhm.” At her nod, Matt offered one of his own.

It was on the tip of her tongue, she just had to say the word and he’d happily lift the girl into his arms, and walk out of the dump of house. The content mine as well have been nothing to him if his girl wasn’t okay the entire time.

“Here,” The male mumbled, the girl freezing with confusion. “Turn around for me sweetheart.” Her lips formed an ‘O’, and she turned her back to him. Matt carefully brushed away the few strands of hair that framed her face, making sure that none of them got caught as he gently tied the red fabric over her eyes.

Y/n sucked in a breath, her vision going black as she dug her nails into the flesh of her palms. “Atta’ girl.” She heard him murmur by her ear, before her nose crinkled as he pressed a harsh kiss on the side of her head.

“Matt.” She hushed, chuckling as she dodged his wandering touch. The tips of his fingers thumbed against the fabric, double checking that she in fact, could not see.

Something sinister ignited in the triplet as soon as her ability of seeing was enabled, a smirk cursing his lips. Touch would be so … sensational. She’d never know where his hand would glide off to next. Feeling her breath get caught in her throat, Y/n froze as she felt Matt brush his hand against bare skin of her abdomen. “Matt?” She whispered softly.

…

The girl was met with silence, resulting in a wave of confusion rolling over her body. Along with a spark set off in her core as she felt that same hand began to toy with the button of her jean shorts. A breath was sucked in as headphones were placed atop her head, the muffled sound of her own heart becoming the only thing she could hear.

Boom boom boom

The muffled sound of people talking was drowned out as the girls heart beat through her ears, Matthew’s feathering touch grazing her lower stomach. The boy bit down on his bottom lip as he watched his own fingers just barley pop the button her shorts open, the heat igniting within his body killing him.

God I need her.

Anger consumed his mood as he managed to pry his touch from the girls soft skin, knowing that the group was waiting for him to get on with the damn test. Jaw clenching as he snuggly knotted the fabric over his eyes, now unable to see the unworldly woman right in front of him.

“You guys all set?” Sam exclaimed, his voice coming off far too enthusiastic. Matt nodded stiffly, as did the girl.

Matt guided his hand lower, gently wrapping his larger one around the girls. “Feel for the door, hm?” He breathed against her ear, keeping his body close to hers as they walk forward. Y/n sucked in a breath, feeling the obvious hardness that pressed into her backside. “Kay’.” She murmured.

The triplet felt his lips tip up, rubbing the pad of this thumb against her wrist as they continued to move close to the door. Both of their steps came to a halt as Y/n’s hand brushed the corner of the door, using her hand to shove it open so they could enter. “Good luck you two!” Colby yelled, chuckling as he said something to the camera afterwards.

Good luck indeed.

A cold chill ran up the girls back, blowing out a breath as kept the urge to wrap her arms around herself. “It’s so cold.” She mumbled, her own voice muffled to the triplets ears. The room was pitch black other than the few tea candles, not that either parties would know due to the bonding around their eyes.

Unexpectedly, the feeling of dread that she assumed would stem from hearing ghosts, wasn’t what had her shaking. It was the overwhelming presence of her boyfriend, she could practically feel him breathing down her neck from several steps away.

But how could he help it? Matt leaned back against the wall, heart pattering painfully as he reached down to palm the raging erection that was now prominent through his pants. Fuck- how was I supposed to focus on ghosts when I was this fucked up? His head tipped against the hard brick wall, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he resisted the urge to fist his cock.

The room was freezing, sending the hairs on his arms straight up as he fought his inner turmoil. Fuck it. Within seconds he was ripping the headset from his head, the thin fabric covering his eyes flowing to the floor immediately after.

Y/n stood in the same place as before, nipping at the skin around her thumb as she awaited .. anything. A whisper, a random breeze, words, anything that indicated something paranormal. Minutes after minutes went by, before she sucked in an abrupt breath.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt a gust of air graze from behind her, before vanishing within mere seconds. It was as if a spider had crawled past her, the fight or flight instincts fully in activation. That was before a low voice was spoken through the speaker of the headphones, making her flinch.

Behind you.

Y/n froze in fear, shaking violently as she fought back tears. “Matt?” Her voice came out wobbly, cracking nearing the end of her sentence. Even if he had replied, she wouldn’t have been able to hear due to the headphones.

Matt watched as the girl froze, lips curving into a smirk as he stalked forward. His poor baby, he cooed to himself, finally using his one hand to girl the side of her waist from behind. “Shh..” He quieted the timid girl as she lurched forward, obviously not expecting the touch.

Y/n felt her shoulders tense, her blood running cold as a hand squeezed her waist. It was Matt- it had to be. The sane part of her knew it was him, but the other told her it was an entity. This fear only multiplied by ten as another hand reached out from behind her, slim fingers dragging across her trachea.

Matt bit down on his lip as he felt the girls body shake against his, his fingers fiddling with the locket around her neck. He couldn’t help but reminisce the memories of the night he’d gifted to her, the events feeling oddly recent. It was their two year anniversary, and also the week before her birthday.

He wanted the girl to feel special, for her to know that she was everything he could ever dream for. It was a small butterfly locket that embroidered her birthstone right in the middle, the jewel glimmering against her untainted skin during any given moment of the day.

He quickly came to realize his love the necklace that same night. As the girl straddled his lap in the seat of his car, the small charm dangling down against his neck as she tightened herself around his cock, riding him like her life depended on it.

She practically went limp in his lap, her chest falling against his as she breathlessly moaned next to his ear. He locked away the lewd sounds in the back of his brain, seeing as it was odd that she was overly expressive in bed. He always knew she felt good as her hands gripped the sheets, or went he felt his dick being practically suffocated by the walls of her pussy as she clamped around him.

Matt let the thoughts cloud his mind, the desperation of needing her becoming overwhelming. “Fuck.” He whispered to himself, the hand that brushed against her neck flattening against the surface, entrapping the sides of her neck in his strong hand.

Almost immediately after, a whimper came from the girls lips. “Matt?” Yes. He wanted to say it so fucking bad. Hold the girl to his chest as he assured her it was him who had gotten ahold of her. But something.. portentous came over him.

The triplet felt the girls pulse thrum in his hold, a sadistic feeling setting in his heart. Something told him to slam her against the side of the wall, to fill her up so good with his cock, proving that he was the only person capable of making her feel so good, her eyes rolling back into her skull as she realized it was him.

He blew out a breath, shakily removing the headphones from atop her head, tossing them off to the couch. “Baby..” Y/n’s shoulders fell with relief, breathing out a deep sigh as she recognized the voice to be her boyfriends. Though, at the exact moment of relief, her stomach tightened at the tone of voice she knew all too well.

The same husky octave his voice dropped to whenever he got himself worked up, slowly drifting off into a whiny one as he begged to be inside her. “Stop fucking with me, Matt.” The girl finally managed to hiss out, shifting in his hold.

He groaned as her ass dug into the tent in his jeans, still fighting against his hold. “Cut it out.” He snapped, squeezing the outside of her neck lightly, the gesture a clear warning. Y/n rolled her eyes, anger consuming her.

“You scared the hell out of me.” Matt chuckled a bit, hearing the whine in her voice as she spoke. “You know I’m not good with all of this, be gentle.” She murmured.

His heart swooped a bit as he hummed, placing a peck on the back of her head. “Gentle, hm?” The girl bobbed her head, still experiencing the aftershocks of the momentary fear she’d experienced. “I’ll be so fuckin’ gentle with you, doll.” He whispered against the shell of her ears, making her shiver.

Her hand instinctively reached around to unbind the tie around her eyes, the motion being halted as a larger one caught her hand. “Leave it.” Matt muttered, the girl slowly lowering her hand to her side as she hearted the warning in his tone.

What the fuck had gotten into him?

The hand that was on her waist slowly trailed down her side, sensually grazing her hip dip before his fingers began to toy with her shorts button. “These are adorable, baby.” Matt murmured as he looked down at his own movements, feeling lost in his own thoughts.

He’d been thinking it all night. The girl looked too fuckable. Even if it wasn’t purposeful, her every move had the triplet leaning on a wall as he begged his body to not react the ways it begged for. Sam had even stopped him at one point during the night, placing a hand in his shoulders as he gave his friend a look of concern.

“You alright man?” He’d inquiry.

Matt could only offer a dry nod as he leaned off of the wall, the muscles in his jaw clenching as he did his best to adjust his raging hard on without the rest of the group noticing.

Y/n’s breath hitched as the ends of two of the males fingers slowly dipped down the hem of her shorts, the material scraping against her thighs that were painfully clamped together, her body now reaching to much more sensitively with his touch. “Matt,” The girl whispered. “Your brothers are literally right outside.” She hissed.

He hummed, chuckling as he heard the girl whimper when she felt his fingers scrape along the lace of her undergarment. “Guess you’ll have to be quiet then, huh?” Much to her dismay, Matt’s hand withdrew itself from her small shorts.

A sense of relief filled her simultaneously, knowing that she wouldn’t have to force herself to stay silent if he really had decided to go further, but with that came the frustration end. Matt had been fucking with her all night, nothing short of grabbing her ass whenever she bent over to arranged the EMF cord, or whispering sinful things into her ear.

Shocked, a yelp escaped her mouth as she was suddenly being lifted from her feet, two hands snuggly wrapped around her lower waist from behind. “What-” She cut herself off, jaw going ajar as Matt spun her around, the two hands slipping down and cupping the undersides of her thighs. “What’re doing?!” She whispered.

The look of absolute horror on her face made Matt’s eyes twinkle with love, being completely immersed in her every expression. “Giving the ghosts a show.” He whispered, a smile creeping on his lips as he watched her pupils dilate.

She felt her back press against the cold stone wall, her oversized leather jacket scraping against the rock as he adjusted her body against the surface. The girls legs instinctively wrapped themselves around the males sides, her bottom landing on his thigh as he pressed knee against the wall as a makeshift seat.

“Like’ my pretty little trophy.” She felt the blindfold feather down from her eyes, gazing down at him with a heavy stare as he inhaled deeply, chest heaving. Both of his hands rested on her hips, molding around the area as he guided her lower half closer.

Y/n’s breath caught in her throat, fighting back the moan that threatened to bubble up as her core ignited with a burst of arousal, the hardness of his thigh pressing into her heat. “Fuck- Matt.” She gasped out, sending him a glare.

His blue eyes flicked up to hers, a smirk crossing his plump, a small pop sound registering in the girls ear as she looked down. Matt effortlessly undid the button of her shorts, following the action with tugging the denim down her smooth thighs. “Say the word.” Matt’s tongue twinge the inside of his cheek as he pulled the shorts down her thighs, stopping mid way to look up into her eyes.

He waited, and waited, just for her to tell him to stop. But he was met with silence. That was until two hands were gripping the neckline of the triplets shirt, pulling him closer into the warmth of her body. “Just- do something.” She finally managed out, a whine drawing out at the end of her plea.

Matthew immediately began to slip her bottoms off, chuckling huskily as he shook his head. “Such a little brat.” She leaned her weight on the surface of his muscular thigh, lifting her hips for easier access as Matt tugged the denim the rest of the way down, the shorts slipping down and hooking around her one ankle.

The male didn’t move with haste, taking his sweet time to lower himself to his knees, carefully lifting and placing the girls legs around his broad shoulders. Matt’s hands softly pry her thighs apart, littering small pecks to the inside of the dewy skin as he made his way through her two plush thighs.

One touch, one little graze of his lips against the lace of her faded pink underwear was all it took for her thighs to clamp around his head. With hooded eyes, he flicked his gaze up to the unknowing girl. “Baby,” Her head snapped down as she heard him tut, catching the look of his face. “Open your damn legs.” He muttered, hardening his gaze.

He didn’t have ask twice. “Atta’ girl.” He praised as her thighs parted, leaving the perfect amount of space for his head to slip between. Y/n assumed that the demand was finally going to result in her being touched. But much to her dismay, he continued to taunt her.

Whimpering as he nipped at her thigh, right next to where she needed him, she reached down and threaded a hand through his tousled hair. “Don’t give me that half assed shit.’ She whined, gritting her teeth a bit as the sexual frustration grew.

“Yes ma’am.” He joked, his fingertips teasing the hem lace of her underwear.

He leisurely slid the itchy material down her thighs, biting down on his bottom lip as he caught sight of her glistening core. “All for me. huh, baby?” Y/n nodded with a small hum, chest heaving as she peered down at him, Matt’s perfect lips pursing as he blew a cold stream of air onto the sensitive skin of her pussy.

“Matt.” His one hand that gripped the underside of her thigh lightly squeezed the area. “I know baby, I know.” He murmured. Within seconds the frustration she felt had passed, as Matt’s lips began moving against her lower ones. “Fuck.” She moaned breathily, her head falling back against the wall.

His tongue slipped between her slick folds, harshly lapping at her core as if he was savouring every inch of her. “So fuckin’ good.” He moaned softly against her.

Her eyes that had lulled shut with pleasure, slowly pulled open at the sound of Matt’s small whisper. “Huh?” She reached her hand down, running her fingers through his brunette hair before gently tugging his head up.

“What’d you say?” Y/n patted his cheek lightly, trying to snap him out of whatever hazy high he’d put himself in. As more wetness trickled down the insides of her thighs, Matt’s eyes had visibly blurred over, pupils dilated as he looked up at his girlfriend with need. “S’just so good.” The boy panted out.

Eyebrows knitting together, and lips parting as she went to reply. “Jesus!” It was replaced with a choked moan, her head thrown back in pleasure while Matt’s tongue reconnected with her heat, dragging a long stripe up her core. He felt her pulse against his tastebuds, locking the sounds she made every time he’d nudge her clit.

The triplet’s mind was utterly corrupted by the girl. Y/n this, Y/n that, god Y/n tasted so good, I wonder what Y/n would feel like- his thought process was entirely fucked. Leading to the current, the tip of his nose grazing her clit as he buried his face into her throbbing pussy. “Fuck.” He moaned with a slight slur, both hands down gripping each sides of her thighs.

Y/n’s eyes were squeezed shut, mouth ajar as she wondered what had gotten into her once tame and collected boyfriend. “Matt,” She’d whimper out every few seconds, the light melodic rhythm of her voice going completely deaf to the man’s ears, as he desperately lapped at her sopping heat.

It was only until he felt the girls thighs begin to clamp around his head that he was brought from his foggy mindset, hooded eyes dragging up to the breathless girl while removing his mouth from her pulsing core. “sweetheart,” he panted, running his ring clad hand down his jaw. “Don’t get me wrong, I fuckin’ love it,” He chuckled, making her roll her eyes with a small whimper.

“But I can’t really fuck you with my tongue, if you’re doing that.” She blew out a small sound of confusion, before spotting the pink area or skin behind his both ears, his diamond studs having pressed down against the skin whenever she’d clamp her thighs around his ears. “Can I?” He mumbled, lifting a brow.

She nodded pitifully, gripping his hair in her small hand ushering his face back to her drenched core. “Mhm.” Matt huffed out a sound of amusement, but like the gentleman he was, continued to guide the girl to her release. “Yess.” The hand in his hair gripped the tendrils harshly, pulling him closer into her as he swirled his tongue around the bundle of need.

He couldn’t help but glide his own hand downward, lightly palming over the obvious tent in his jeans. Matt neglected his aching cock for the extended period of time, ever since he saw her in that sexy little get up. Or when she’d accidentally brush her ass against his dick when she flailed backward into his body when frightened.

It wasn’t because he hadn’t felt the need to though. Not at all. In fact, he’d fought and resisted the temptation of slipping his hand into his jeans, fisting the aching hard on he sported just by the mere sight of Y/n. Or to grab the girl, nudge her into a random haunted room, and to slam his cock into her the second he tugged the denim shorts down her thighs.

Then there was her.

Matt was simply content with mind-fucking the girl, taunting and teasing her throughout the sinister night. Her every tantalizing move alluring him further, making his eyes gleam with a darkness that begged to be released with a quick fuck.

And because it was an escape, a distraction, she didn’t mind. “Gonna’ cum.” Y/n gasped out, feeling his lips pepper wet pecks all around her beating heat, groaning as he placed a final one directly over her dripping core.

The girls hips moved against his working lips as she felt the ball in her abdomen begin to unravel, eyes fluttering shut as her mouth opened in a silent moan. Matt’s eyes slid up to her as she came, lips quirking up as he watched her shatter in his hands.

Back arching as she pushed her dripping pussy closer to his lips as he lapped up her release, the familiar taste touching his tongue with an addictive undertone. He couldn’t get enough, fighting the urge of his eyes rolling back as his hands roamed every inch of her soft skin.

Y/n whimpered softly, watching the magnifying boy place two last kisses on the inside of either thigh’s. “sorry.” She whispered, making Matt’s eyebrows raise with surprise. “Sorry? Sorry for what, baby?” He laughed a bit, running the back of his hand across his damp lips.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, turning her head away. “I don’t even know- it’s just embarrassing.” Matt scoffed, dragging her underwear and shorts up her thighs while raising from his haunches.

“Nothing you could ever say or do, would be ‘embarrassing’.” He said firmly, pulling her shorts over her supple ass. “always’ my perfect girl.” He murmured, pressing his index and middle finger into her cheek, tilting her hed his way again.

The girl blushed, nipping at her bottom lip as she shifted foot to foot. “Do you want me to..” she trailed off, nodding toward the tent in his pants. Matt rolled his eyes, running the hand down her hair as he pulled her closer. “So bad it fuckin’ aches for you.” He grunted.

She immediately reached down to tug at the button, her hand being caught by a larger one. “hey,” Matt chuckled, making her flick her gaze up to his. “I thought-” She squealed, taken aback as his lips pressed onto hers.

The hand atop her soft hair drifted down to cup the side of her neck, Matthew’s thumb rubbing back and forth across her steadily beating pulse. “but,” He whispered. “I would much rather have this little mouth,” He muttered in between kisses. “on my cock after I’ve gotten you all warm. Bathed, fed, and in some comfortable clothes.” he chuckled, his other thumb running along the underside of her bottom lip.

There noses brushed each others even after they pulled away, Matt looking to be pondering as he looked off. “Hm..” She rose a brow, a grin spreading cross her raw lips. “Preferably something of mine.” He said, flicking his gaze back to hers.

Y/n’s eyebrows rose, tilting her head aside as he smiled up at her boyfriend. “Yours, huh?” She mused, her grin growing at his firm nod. “What about that white fresh love-” She yelped as a hand collided with the skin of her thigh, winching as he rubbed over the now pink skin.

“Always a brat.” He murmured, a smirk growing on his lips as he watched her thighs squeeze together at the action. Little masochist. “Maybe the bath and change of clothes can wait..” Her eyes lit up, opening her mouth to retort brattily.

Bang!

“Holy fuck!” Y/n cried, gripping onto her boyfriend’s arm as a ringing noise echoed through the void room. Matt went still, but managed to breathily laugh while patting the girls head. “Kid- you’re fine-” He attempted to assure, but flinched and cursed himself when he heard glass shatter. “Jesus.” He muttered, eyes wide as he snapped his head behind him.

The door flew open, the silhouette of four men standing in the door way. “I’m dead- I’m dying tonight-” she rambled, shaking her head rapidly as she gripped onto Matt’s muscular forearm. Matt laughed through the fright, faltering from his stance above her. “No you’re not, doll.” He chuckled.

“Ouch!”

Matt winced, pulling his forearm away from the girl. “You pinched me.” He sounded betrayed, cradling his tattooed arm to his chest as he looked down at his fearful girlfriend.

“It’s because I love you.” She whined, a small cry at the end of her sentence as she heard a door creak. “And I’m sorry I never got to go down-”

“Boo!”

The couple screamed, Y/n throwing herself into Matt’s arms. Sam and Colby stood side by side, the blonde grinning ear to ear as he held up the medium sized camera. He looked enthralled, whereas the two looked petrified. “How’d it go?!” Nick, who stood not behind joyed.

Y/n’s shoulders fell seeing the friend she knew and trusted, but ran a hand down her face as it fell back on the wall. “Oh my god.” Matt threw his brothers a glare, hands trembling ever so slightly. “You scared the shit out of me, guys.” Y/n laughed.

Sam and Colby brought the camera a little closer, the couple squinting from the light. “How was it? Hear anything ghostly.” Colby mused, laughing a bit.

Matt and Y/n looked at each other, eyes wide. “Uh..” The girl snapped her head in the direction of the friends, rushing to find some kind of excuse- or lie. “Glass!” She exclaimed, making the group of four all look toward each other in confusion.

Matt felt himself confused as well. “Ow!” Y/n sent him a warning glance, slapping his shoulder. “Oh fuck- yeah, that.” Matt looked back at Colby. “Glass.. broke?” He said, looking back at his girlfriend for reassurance. She nodded in alliance. “Yep. Loud.” Matt nodded along.

Suddenly the couples current position registered to each other, as well as their friends. “So..” Y/n mumbled, lips drawing into a line as she slid down the wall and out from her boyfriend’s body. “Yep, it was very spooky.” Patting his chest once, Matt looked down at his girlfriend with a toothy smile.

God she was cute.

Nick made an expression of realization, face scrunching up as he faux gagged. “Geez, guys.” He groaned, rolling his eyes as he saw the discarded headsets and blindfolds. “That was me.” Matt and Y/n looked at each other, before looking back at the eldest triplet.

“.. I tripped over a lantern, okay?!” He confessed, a blush spreading across his cheeks from both embarrassed and having been exposed to whatever rendezvous his brother and girlfriend were having. “And I heard screaming, that definitely wasn’t out of fear- longgg before I did that-” He attempted to deflect.

Chris immediately cut him off. “Nick-nick. Shut the fuck up.” He hissed, nudging his side.

“Okay!” Sam interrupted, cheeks slightly red as he looked around at the group. “We’ve been filming for over two hours, which is more than enough. Anyone wanna’ catch dinner?” He put his hands together, grinning sheepishly.

Me and Matt stayed silent, Chris’s and Nick’s hands flying up simultaneously. “Me.” They both say, voice overlapping each others.

“Great!” Sam exclaimed, sending a quick smile our way.

As the group dispersed the room, Matt slowly let his head fall against Y/n’s chest, letting out a small whine. “Holy shit.” His voice came out muffled, lips mushed against her goosebump-ridden chest.

She patted his head a few times. “I know. I know.” Oh god, did she know.

୨ৎ 𝒯𝒶𝑔𝓈 －

@tvdelrey @luverboychris

[elssero]

/ RELEASE ME

-elssero kinktober

✟ villain!reader x prohero!redriot, fem!reader (use of she/her/women) size kink (?), -in which you’ll do whatever it takes to mean you can walk free.

it had been months. months of sleepless nights and looking over evidence. months of research, gathering information and dead ends. months of looking for you.

he finally has you- your exact location, the exact place you plan to pick up whatever it is your smuggling this time- it’s just a matter of whether or not he’ll make it to you in time.

the night around him is bustling- the night life of the city is electric, neon lights flicker and glow- reflecting off buildings in the busy streets. music pulses from nightclubs- the sound is extremely distracting to the hero who attempts to ignore them as he races through the streets.

making a sharp turn around a corner- it leads him deep into an alleyway- one that seems to last forever. at the end he sees a body- maybe more than one. voices are heard- seemingly angry.

the shouting increases in volume as he gets closer to the source- it’s clear a disagreement is taking place. “hey- stop! don’t move!” the pair of heads snap towards him in a second- he’s only a couple of meters away now.

one of the bodies appears to push the other- darting along the allay away from him, fighting over the decision for a second he decides to send dynamite after the runner- he’d always been faster.

catching up to the fallen body- his eyes land on the person on the ground, a hood covering their head makes their face impossible to see.

“that fucking cunt- stupid bastard-“ you seem to be paying the hero no mind as you begin to stand- brushing yourself off as you stand up. when you finally do look up- your eyes lock with the red haired hero- the venom in your eyes swiftly shifting to something else.

his eyes don’t leave yours- the realisation slowing showing on his face- his eyes widen “redriot” you say his name in a sort of song- “thought we agreed you’d stay away after last time?”

his mouth stays shut- unable to speak “can’t seem to stop chasing me huh hero?” he feels like an idiot- he can’t let this happen again- he can’t let you run.

if he had known the villain he can been secretly tracking for weeks had been you- he never would’ve taken the case in the first place. at least that’s what he’d like to say.

“i- i need to turn you in” he curses himself for the effect you have on him- the only villain he’s been unable to catch, all because he can’t get over his stupid attraction to you.

it started months ago- he caught you after a robbery of a local jewellery store, bag in hand when he cornered you inside an alleyway similar to the one you’ve found yourself in now. he meant to turn you in! he really did, but when you got on your knees in front of him he knew he stood no chance.

it’s happened twice since then- both times you seem to narrowly escape him, but not without giving him the best orgasms he’d ever felt in his life. his pants tighten at the thought.

he’s got you cornered here now- dynamite will surely catch up to the runway soon, turning the compliance of your crime into the police. he knows his only choice to turn you in as-well, even it means the end of your little meet-ups.

but when he looks down at you now- the small smirk on your face only reminds him of your past exchanges- how your mouth feels around him, the pressure of your tongue against his dick.

“are you sure you need to turn me in?” you begin to move towards him- it’s the opposite of what you should be doing- anyone sane would run in the opposite direction if they’d just been caught in the middle of a crime, but you know the effect you have on him- and you plan to use it to your advantage once again.

“you said that last time didn’t you?” taking your usual place on the ground in front of him- you begin to rub at his suit covered cock. “didn’t seem that important when i started touching you though, did it?”

he knows this is a bad idea- he’s known it everytime, but you just feel so good for him, too good. he glances at the time on his watch before looking back down at you- a seductive look in your eyes. “fuck- we have ten minutes- at most”

you giggle at that, running your fingers deliberately along his thighs causing him to shudder- wasting no time you remove his clothes, setting his cock free- “that’s plenty of time”

maybe it’s the fact that no one’s ever been able to take him fully before- or maybe it’s the danger of it. kirishima doesn’t understand how you got him wrapped around your finger, he just knows he doesn’t want to be set free.

he feels your mouth on his tip in an instant- eyes rolling back at the initial touch- it’s good- your so good to him. “f-fuck”

you struggle at first- you always do, the sheer size of him always takes your breath away- even if you don’t let on. you keep coming back to him, even if he can’t tell.

“f-fuck- been dreaming about you” his confession doesn’t take you by surprise- “yeah? me too.” your response only makes him groan as you take him in your hand.

“so’big- drives me crazy thinking about how well you’d fill me up” your words only egg him on- he’s thought about it too- obviously. he’s always struggled when it came to sex- it’s not his fault, he can’t help that he can never make it fit.

he’s certain you would though- you’d give it your best shot at least, he’s lost track of how many times he’s fucked his fist about the thought of splitting you open- fucking you in some dark alley.

the confirmation that you think about him too nearly pushes him over the edge- the only thing holding him back is the idea of cumming in your mouth.

you wrap your lips around him again- this time passing over his tip to take him fully, his dick hits the back of your throat before you reach the base, somehow taking him further than he thought possible.

bobbing your head up and down- a coat of salvia begins to stick to the base of his dick, the sight makes him shiver.

“f-fuck baby- gna cum!” it only encourages you to move faster, fucking your own face onto his dick as a slur of moans leave his mouth. he has to be quieter- anyone could turn down this alleyway at any point, the thought seems to have been long lost in his head.

“always so good for me- take me so well” his praise shouldn’t have an effect on you- your only doing this to get out of a sentence- you can’t help the heat that fills your stomach.

“cumming! oh fuck m’cumming-” and he doesn’t half cum- finishing down your throat that lasts upwards of a minute, he cums ropes- the most cum you’ve ever received from anyone in the past.

sucking him dry- it takes multiple rounds of swallowing before he’s finished, and even then there’s still some spilling from your mouth.

his head slightly dizzy from the repercussions of his orgasm, he watches- slightly in awe as you move your fingers along your face, picking up the excess of his load that you hadn’t managed to swallow before sliding your digits into your mouth.

you pull him down towards you- his knees nearly buckling at your strength and steal his lips in a hot- passionate kiss, he tastes the remains of his cum on your tongue.

you’d never kissed him before- infact you’d never done anything but suck his dick before, the feeling leaves him even more delirious than he was before, silently delighted at tonight’s turn of events as he kisses you back.

you hold him against you for a second- deepening the kiss before your ripping yourself away from him in an instant- standing back up before he can regain his balance.

your immediately running- making swift work of the walls around you, climbing up until your on top of the building next to him. you look at him from above still seeing him stuck in place.

“until next time hero!” the teasing in your voice is evident as you duck away- seemingly disappearing into the shadows of the night before he can even work out what’s happening.

a ringing of his phone snaps him out of his trance- picking it up, he answers with a lopsided grin. “sorry man they got away- promise i’ll get them next time.”

[bectoshi]

between evergreens - rintaro suna

dedicated to @kitasuno <3 !!

“so when do you think they’ll figure it out?” he asks you tonight, amidst the stillness of the surrounding woodland.

because for every summer without fail, the two of you find yourselves in the same place as always. 

all too familiar to you was the site of the summer camp you both can’t stay away from. where the woods were thick and the stars shone bright at night. 

where everyone knew that you and a certain suna rintarou hated one another’s guts.

you’ll both know to deny the accusations each time your respective campers ask why it was so, dismissals of “us? we’re adults, we have no reason to hate one another” and “we’re merely coworkers, it’s just work.”

no matter what was said, your bluffs meant nothing to the campers, because how could they think otherwise when they bore witness to your daily interactions?

there was the way you took turns mocking one another during rounds of charades, the way beach volleyball always became a game of “how many times can y/n hit suna with the ball”, or the way you would come out of a paintball game covered head to toe in nothing but the other’s paint color. 

not to mention your screams of “eat shit, loser!” on days when you ran the canoes, having done what you knew best, turning the group lake activity into a 1v1 race.

but between the two of you, the tall evergreens that are now surrounding you, and the tranquil glow of the campfire, you both didn’t have a single ounce of loathing for the other. 

the campers knew you both as that one dynamic pair of counselors who were constantly at each other’s throats. you knew one another as the person your souls are forever tied to; the one who your hearts belonged to.

no one else knew that he never let you touch a single trash bag or dirty dish when paired together for kitchen duty, that he leaves the comfort of his bunk at unruly hours of the night just because you called and needed a spider killed, or that your water bottle was always full with iced water-even if said water came from his own water bottle. those moments would only belong to you.

so now when he asks you, “so when do you think they’ll find out?” you hum as you think of a response. 

the whole camp was asleep in their cabins yet here you were, huddled in front of the dying fire that only an hour ago was burning bright as everyone sang and clapped along to the songs of the evening. 

you eventually let out a soft laugh, “i don’t think they ever will, maybe we’re too good at this pretending thing.”

“you think so? i thought for sure they’d finally put the pieces together when we came to the luau theme night wearing these, out of all things.” he gestured down to his unbuttoned floral shirt, whose matching twin was currently being worn by you.

“definitely not. our hard launch was nothing but a failure. we have no choice but to commit to the bit,” you smile and look at his face, illuminated only by moonlight and fading flames, “you’re stuck with me rin, we’ll just have to be secretly in love forever now.”

he returns your smile, “i wouldn’t hate that.”

[coolstoriesbro]

BEDROOM HYMNS BY PROSEOVER-BROS

FANDOM: The Walking Dead

TITLE: Bedroom Hymns

STATUS: Complete

ERA: Season 7

PAIRING: Negan Smith x Female Reader (No Use of “Y/N”)

WORD COUNT: 4.6k

SUMMARY: On the night of the lineup, Negan took one look at you and knew that he had to have you. What you never anticipated was just how desperately you would end up wanting him back.

RATING: Mature (Minors DNI)

WARNINGS: Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Language, Sexual Situations, Dirty Talk, Begging, Praising, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Unprotected Sex, Teeny Bit of Fluff

A/N: I don’t think it’s a surprise to anyone that I love Negan just as much as I love Daryl. Needless to say, seeing JDM’s sexy ass on my screen again every week was just the inspiration I needed for this smut-fest. Hope you enjoy! If so, comments/likes/reblogs would mean the world!

What the fuck am I doing here?

The same question had been repeating itself in your head as your reluctant footsteps brought you to the outside of Negan’s apartment. All of your instincts were screaming at you to get far away, but before you could so much as knock, the door swung open to reveal that smug, irritatingly beautiful face.

You knew he’d been waiting for you. When Simon had made a beeline for the truck the moment you returned from that afternoon’s run, it was a dead giveaway. Not to mention the fact that Negan had you hauled back the second he realized you’d snuck off in the first place.

Earlier that morning, you’d heard a group of the Sanctuary’s scavengers talking over breakfast. Today’s run was supposed to be through a neighborhood ten miles west of Alexandria. This was your chance. Your plan was to return, but only long enough to pack your things and get gone before anyone knew the wiser. The last thing you wanted was to create any more trouble for Rick and the others when all they’d ever done was help you.

Unfortunately, your entire plan went to shit when Negan had gotten in touch with Mike, the Savior who was leading the expedition. You’d overheard their conversation on the radio, listening as Negan ordered Mike to bring you back to the Sanctuary if he wanted to keep his balls attached to his dick. If Mike had been anyone else you might’ve felt bad for getting him into trouble, but he wasn’t. Mike was a Savior, and therefore not worth one damn bit of your sympathy.

He drove you back to the Sanctuary, bitching about the waste of fuel and resources the entire way, and when his truck pulled up right outside of the towering building, you turned to face him.

“If you were stupid enough to believe that he’d let me go in the first place, you deserve whatever you have coming.”

Mike snarled, opening his mouth to no doubt call you a bitch or a whore, but by the time the insult traveled from his pea brain to his mouth, you’d already opened the door to the passenger side and jumped down from the truck to an awaiting Simon.

“What is it about you?” Simon asked by way of greeting. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot as hell, but there are loads of hot women for him to choose from. Women whose job it is to please him. Why’s he so enamored with you?”

“Oh, enamored!” You exclaimed sarcastically, earning a glare from the man who had the bushiest mustache you’d ever had the displeasure of seeing. “Someone’s been brushing up on their vocabulary.”

When Negan’s right-hand man crossed his arms and raised an equally bushy eyebrow as he awaited your answer, you rolled your eyes and strode past him. “Just lucky, I guess.”

The truth was, you didn’t understand Negan’s obsession with you either, but it went all the way back to the night of the lineup. That night and the fear you’d felt as you anxiously awaited his arrival with the rest of Rick’s group would stay with you forever. You’d all heard plenty about the Saviors’ infamous leader, but none had ever crossed him. Once the group had honored their agreement with Hilltop and attacked what they’d thought was the Saviors’ only compound, you’d assumed Negan had been included in the body count.

That assumption had cost Glenn and Abraham their lives.

You would never admit it, not to Negan, not to yourself—not to anyone—but the moment that the door to the RV swung open, you were just as attracted to him as he was to you. He may have been the man that both Hilltop and the Kingdom had warned your group about, but even you couldn’t deny that he was beautiful—psychotic or not.

As hard as you tried to fight it, your attraction to him had only grown since that horrible night, and after finally succumbing to it when you’d shared a kiss with him just yesterday, you’d gone out of your way to put some distance between the two of you. Until now, when you knew that continuing to avoid him could result in something horrible for Alexandria.

“Well, look who it is!” Negan exclaimed as he appeared in the doorway, opening his arms wide. He was attempting to hide his anger at finding his bed empty that morning with his typical show of bravado, but deep within his hazel eyes, you knew that the anger was laced with something else.

Hurt?

No, it wasn’t possible.

No fucking way.

This was Negan. He wasn’t capable of that emotion.

You brushed those thoughts to the back of your mind, finding it very easy to act as if it hadn’t happened when he continued with his usual theatrics. After allowing him to lure you to his apartment with dinner and drinks the previous evening, Negan had convinced you to stay the night, and you’d agreed, mostly because you didn’t want anyone to catch you leaving his bedroom so late. The entire evening had been established as a way to pay him back after he’d agreed to let Dr. Carson go to Alexandria to treat Carl, who had developed pneumonia after going on a run in the rain with Daryl and Sasha.

When you woke up that morning, it was in Negan’s bed, but he’d at least played the part of the perfect gentleman and taken the couch, which made it easy for you to slip out just as the sun was rising, completely unnoticed.

“What do you want?” You snapped, annoyed.

Stepping back, Negan opened his door wider to let you in, the flash of emotion you’d just seen on his face quickly forgotten as his signature grin replaced it, stretching wide across his handsome face. Foolishly ignoring your conscience for the second time that day, you stepped forward, entering his apartment.

“Pretty sure you know the answer to that question.” He grinned.

“And you chose me rather than forcing yourself on one of your ‘wives’?” An exaggerated gasp left your lips as you placed a hand to your chest with mock pride. “I’m honored.”

Negan shut the door behind you and within seconds you could feel him on your heels, his warm breath ghosting the back of your neck. “You really think I need to force myself on anyone, darlin’?”

Ignoring his proximity, you moved away, stepping over to the kitchenette and mindlessly running your hand over the counter. Turning to face him now that you’d put some distance between the two of you, you crossed your arms over your chest and narrowed your eyes at him.

While Negan may not have noticed you leaving his bedroom that morning, someone else had. Sherry. The two of you had walked back to the cafeteria where she’d filled you in on how she had become Negan’s wife just a few weeks ago. It was an ultimatum that she’d agreed to in order to keep her real husband from receiving a worse punishment than the iron.

“I am not a rapist.” Negan continued defensively. “Every one of those women have come to me, willingly.”

“Willingly?” You scoffed, glaring at him in disbelief as your anger began to mount. “When you threaten to kill someone’s husband unless they agree to be your whore, that isn’t willingness, that’s desperation—and you fucking know it!”

Negan rubbed a hand down his jaw as he stared at you, but for once he didn’t have a witty comeback to toss your way. If the circumstances had been different, you would’ve celebrated such a victory. The man who never shut up, finally silenced? It certainly was a sight to see. As it was, you weren’t exactly in the mood for celebrating.

“That’s right, I talked to Sherry. Try again, asshole.”

For a moment he remained silent, tapping two fingers against his bottom lip as he appeared to be deep in thought. But when he met your eyes again and you watched as that wicked grin returned to his features, you knew that he felt no sense of shame, and your victory over him was short-lived.

“Ah, I know what this is . . .” He began, his deep, gravelly voice practically purring as he sauntered closer and lowered his hands to your hips. “You jealous, baby?”

Rolling your eyes in pure disgust, you covered your face with your hands, groaning loudly. “Oh, I fucking hate you!”

Negan’s grip moved from your hips to your forearms, gently pulling your hands away from your face. “We both know that’s not true.”

“Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe for a brief, absurd, fleeting moment I didn’t absolutely despise you last night—but that’s over. Done. I want to go home. I want to go back to Alexandria.”

For a moment, nothing was said. He worked his jaw as he took in your words, but refused to believe in them. “Not happening.”

“Why?” You hissed, pushing his hands away when he attempted to return them to your waist.

Negan frowned but didn’t reply.

You couldn’t believe that you’d managed to stump him twice in one night.

“I asked you a fucking question.”

“Take it easy.” He warned you.

“Take it easy?’” You laughed, outraged by how nonchalant he was being. Negan, who could put your potty mouth to shame, even on an off day. Nowhere near in the mood for this, you slammed your hands up against his chest, throwing all your weight forward and shoving him as hard as you could.

“Why the fuck not, Negan? Rick and the others have been killing themselves getting you everything you’ve asked for. They haven’t let you down once!”

Before you could fully remove your hands from his chest, he grabbed you by the wrists and pressed you to the wall, crowding your body with his.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You absolutely hated yourself for the abrupt feeling of desire warming in the pit of your stomach as he closed in on you, those dark eyes staring you down in a way that made your heart race.

“Because I’m not letting you go. Because it’s different with you. I felt it—you felt it. I fucking know that you felt it.” Raising his hand, he moved it forward to cup your chin, his thumb and forefinger dipping down to graze the sides of your neck. “And I haven’t fucked any of those women, not since you got here.”

“And what do you want for that? A prize?” You hissed, desperately trying to keep your train of thought on what was important. “This isn’t me being jealous of your harem, this is me being disgusted with you for taking advantage of these women in the first place.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you last night when you kissed me.” He murmured, his eyes darting down to your lips.

“You kissed me.” You corrected him.

“And you kissed me back.” He smirked.

Lowering his hands from your face, he placed them over your hips once more and pulled you flush against him, letting you feel what thoughts of the previous night were doing to him. You closed your eyes at the sensation as he molded your body to the erect outline of his cock, your resolve weakening.

“That was a mistake.” You whispered, hating the pathetic sound of your voice.

“You don’t believe that.” He argued.

Biting into your bottom lip, you swallowed hard but said no more, not sure that you could trust what might come out of your mouth next.

Suddenly, Negan scoffed. “You’re a real piece of work, you know that?”

Finally opening your eyes to look at him, you narrowed them into a glare, daring him to elaborate.

“I let you pick the job you wanted, excluded you from the point system. Hell, I even let you take that hick piece of trash’s place—"

At the mention of Daryl, you swung your hand out and slapped him across the face so hard that it left your palm numb and stinging. Negan’s head whipped to the side from the impact, and when he looked back at you, that smug smile was finally gone from his lips.

“Don’t you fucking call him that.”

Negan growled and in the blink of an eye, pressed you back once more, slamming his free hand against the space beside your head. Your back connected with the dry wall, a startled gasp leaving your lips as you stared up at him, wondering if you’d finally gone too far. Moving his hand to your throat, he gave it a gentle squeeze but even as you felt your heartbeat quicken from the contact, you weren't scared of him. This wasn't fear you felt, this was something else entirely, and when his eyes darkened and he lunged forward to roughly press his lips to yours, you kissed him back rather than allow yourself time to think about what that feeling was.

Negan’s kiss was hungry; his mouth devouring your lips, tongue, and every single moan that escaped you while his strong hands held your face far more gently than you’d ever thought him capable of. Opening and closing your mouth against his, you returned each of his kisses with equal fervor; a mixture of passion, anger, lust, hatred—every single emotion you’d ever felt for him, merging into one—your hands clutching his shoulders as he moved you from the wall and carefully backed you over towards his bed.

Gently breaking the kiss, Negan stared down the several inches he had on you, the look on his face very much resembling a starved man. With your eyes on his, you opened your mouth to speak when a sharp gasp left your mouth instead, his hands having found your ass and lifted you into the air against him before gently setting you down on his bed. Over the next moment or two he took his time removing your button-up flannel, tank top and jeans, his lips tenderly kissing every new inch of skin that became exposed to him.

Moving his hands to unclasp your bra, he let it drop to the side before lowering his body over yours. Negan had always considered himself an ass man, but with you he didn’t want to graze over a single body part. Pressing his lips to your neck, he used both hands to cup your beautiful breasts to his face, and you welcomed the rough feel of his calloused hands and warm tongue as his mouth lowered to each smooth mound long enough to tongue both of your nipples into stiff peaks. His hands continued their descent to your hips, your thighs, your ass, until finally he hooked his thumbs beneath your underwear and pulled it off.

Quickly removing his own shirt, Negan loomed over you, his eyes greedily taking in every inch of your body with a groan that let you know he was loving what he saw. Wasting absolutely no time, he grabbed you beneath your knees and dragged your ass to the center of the bed as he kneeled, pulling you close to his face and dipping his mouth between your legs. Breathing heavily as you allowed your body to recline against the pillows, you tilted your chin, watching as he skimmed the soft skin of your inner thighs, the scratch of his beard and feel of his lips teasing you mercilessly.

“Look at my beautiful girl,” He grunted in awe, groaning at the sight of you completely spread before him, pink and smooth and glistening with your slick arousal. You’d been wet from the moment you saw his face and heard his voice when he’d first opened that door, and if he’d given you any time to think it through you’d probably be a little embarrassed, but then he leaned forward to lay a sloppy kiss over your wet heat and all those thoughts of shame faded away.

“Fuck—" You cursed, tossing your head back as his mouth found your clit with ease, his tongue darting forward to caress the tiny bundle of nerves as he used his lips to suck it further into his mouth. Instinctively, your back arched and your hips lifted off the mattress to be closer to his skilled mouth as he feasted on you. Anticipating your response, Negan slid his hands beneath you to grip your perfect ass, anchoring your body to him with his hands and mouth as his eyes traveled up to your face. He’d waited far too long to see you at his mercy, and he wasn’t going to miss a goddamn second of it.

After a few more moments spent skillfully eating your pussy and learning just what you liked, one of the strong hands clutching your ass slid from beneath you and returned a second later when he thrust two of his long fingers inside of your tight cunt, stretching you. Negan lifted his head for a breath and groaned against you as he felt resistance meeting his knuckles.

“So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you, darlin’?”

Staring down at his beautiful face nestled between your thighs, you nodded eagerly, jerking your hips to the rhythm of his fingers as you shamelessly began to fuck yourself up and down on top of them. You wanted more—you wanted him—and anything less wasn’t going to satisfy you for long. Snaking a hand along your abdomen, you slid it up between your breasts and shoved a closed fist against your lips, biting the skin of your knuckle.

“Fuck,” He hissed, his eyes hooded with pleasure as he watched you move your beautiful body in sync with his fingers, your breasts bouncing with each movement as he curled his fingers inside you to graze that tightness within that left you writhing with pleasure. You were a goddamn treasure, and he was loving every second of this. “And so fuckin’ wet for me, too.”

Lowering his head once more, Negan lashed his tongue over your clit again and again, slowly but insistently while he continued thrusting his long fingers in and out. He could do this all goddamn night if that’s what it took, but with the way your body was starting to shake against his mouth and fingers, he knew you were close.

“Come for me, baby.” He breathed against you, twisting his fingers deep inside as he hummed over your clit. “Let go.”

“Oh, fuck—Negan!” You cried out, feeling that beautiful heat building up in your stomach and licking down to your core, your toes curling as your body began to jerk and spasm with the most intense pleasure you’d felt in years—maybe ever. Negan lapped up every bit of your release, taking his time as he cleaned you up, his graying beard and chin glistening as he climbed back up your body.

Your breathing was beginning to slow back down, but before you could get it back to normal you caught sight of his face and lifted your hips to pull him forward. Grasping his chin, you pulled him into a heated, messy kiss that he all too happily returned.

“You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy now?” Negan murmured against your lips before leaning forward to give you another soft, languid kiss. Hearing your eager moan of approval, he grinned onto your lips as he slid his tongue forward, letting you taste yourself. Tucking his hand behind your head, he threaded his fingers through your hair and gently tugged back so that your eyes were level with his.

“Then you’re gonna be a good girl and look at me while I do it.”

Negan watched as you processed his words and as your expression went from aroused, to pissed, then back to aroused again. But he knew that he had you. Of course, it was a risk, and if it hadn’t paid off he wasn’t sure he’d be strong enough not to beg for your forgiveness. Not allowing you any time to change your mind, he slipped his middle and index fingers forward to spread your slick folds, pressing his forehead to yours as he felt you shudder beneath him.

Not letting up, he found and stroked your swollen clit, rubbing torturous circles around it with the pad of his thumb and eliciting a sharp gasp from you. A beautiful, overwhelming shock went straight back to your core; your nerves still heightened and sensitive after everything he’d just done to you with his mouth.

“You want it?” Negan repeated himself, though his tone didn’t sound the least bit impatient. He was enjoying this far too much. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to the smooth flesh of your breasts, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses across your taut, pink nipples.

“Negan . . .” You whined.

How had you become so desperate for this man? Your enemy? How could you let him touch you with hands that had murdered your friends? Kiss you with the same mouth that had humiliated Rick, time and time again? You hated begging, and you hated the idea of begging him of all people, but in that moment you needed him to fuck you more than you needed air to breathe.

“Not good enough, baby.” He murmured. “Let me hear you say it.”

Fucking prick.

Kicking your pride to the curb, you stared up at him and nodded quickly as your teeth found your bottom lip, your gaze going from his face to the erection in his pants, then back to his dark, hazel eyes.

“I need you, Negan.” You begged, practically whimpering as your hand splayed out against his chest to grip the dark, coarse hair that grew there. “Now.”

“That’s my good girl.” Negan praised you, another smirk taking over his features.

The floor creaked beneath his weight as he stepped down from the bed to unbuckle his belt, his jeans and boxers soon joining the pile of clothes on the floor. Spitting onto his palm, he took his massive cock into his hand and gave it a few leisurely strokes as he stared down at you. Jesus. He was just as huge as he’d always assured you, and part of you fucking hated him for that.

Climbing back over you, Negan captured your lips in another kiss as he slid between your thighs, slapping the thick tip of his cock over your clit a few times before inching himself inside of you, his eyes watching as your mouth fell open in a gasp; completely overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Meeting each other’s gaze, you both slowed to stare at one another, clearly overwhelmed by just how fucking incredible it felt to finally be joined.

When you thought back to your fantasies of fucking Negan, you’d always wanted him to take you from behind, but it was clear that he wasn’t going for that. He absolutely would not provide you with any opportunity where you could pretend this wasn’t happening. The knowledge that he would only fuck you on his terms aggravated you to no end, but if you were being honest with yourself, you loved watching his reactions to the things your bodies did together. The way his brow furrowed as he thrust forward; the way his lips parted to elicit a husky groan of bliss when he finally buried his cock deep within you. And that smile. That insufferable, shit-eating grin that spread over his face, dimples shining through his scruff, all while his eyes stayed locked on yours. You wanted to slap it off and kiss it all at the very same time.

“Jesus-fuckin’-Christ,” Negan hissed, thrusting his narrow hips forward and burying his cock deep inside what had to be the sweetest, tightest heaven he’d ever had the pleasure of fucking. He looked down, mesmerized as he watched your tight cunt swallow him whole, in and out, over and over, delighting in the sounds you made as he stretched you inch by inch and you lifted your legs to wrap around the back of his thighs and ass.

“Uhh, Negan! Mmm . . .”

Your body reacted instantly to everything he did, your hands clutching his chest as you rolled your hips against his again and again, giving as good as you got. This man might be a monster, but he knew exactly what your body needed, and for right now that was enough to help you temporarily forget all the things that he’d done to the people you loved.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Negan hummed, digging his fingers into your hips as he steadied himself, pulling them just how he needed as he set up a steady rhythm. The sounds of his grunts and the wet, obscene noise of his cock going in and out of your pussy as it impaled you at such a delicious angle grew louder, and you could only pray that no one was loitering around in the hallway when you cried out his name while he fucked you harder, deeper, and better than anyone else ever had or could.

“Say it again,” Negan grunted, leaning over your body to gently palm your throat, pinning you in place as he used his other hand to swipe his thumb over your clit. “Fuckin’ say my name, baby. ”

“Negan,” You cried, not even ashamed as you felt him circling hard at your clit. “Fuck, Negan, fuck!”

Every time your hips rose to meet his—your movements, your expressions, your cries, his name on your lips, everything you were, everything you did—it all pushed him further to the edge. Anticipating that you were close, he quickened his pace, knowing that he wouldn’t be far behind.

“Look at me while you come all over my cock, pretty girl.” He demanded as he moved his hand from your throat to your mouth to trace your plush, swollen lips.

As if out of instinct, you flicked your tongue forward, lashing over the pad of his thumb and earning a low growl from him when you did exactly as he said, holding his gaze as he teased your climax from you, that delicious warmth fluttering through your stomach, then down further as your cunt pulsated and throbbed over his cock through every wave of your pleasure.

Gripping your hips, Negan moaned with you, lost entirely in your gaze as he chased his own release. Lowering his head, he met your lips once more in a bruising kiss as his cock swelled inside of your cunt and he spilled himself deep inside of you with several, brutal strokes.

Finally spent, Negan rolled to the side, reclining against the mattress and breathing deeply as he rested his hand over his abdomen. For a moment the two of you laid in peaceful silence, but only for a moment. Finally coming down from your high, you moved your palms to the mattress, about to push yourself up when Negan grabbed your right hand.

“Stay.” He said softly.

Quickly looking over at him, you frowned, about to shake your head no when he gripped you harder.

“Look, you can go back to goddamn hating me tomorrow. Just . . . just give me tonight first.” He pleaded.

Watching closely as he held your gaze, you found yourself at a loss for words. In that moment, Negan was being completely vulnerable, and he was letting you see that—more than that, he was begging you to stay. After a few seconds, he looked down, assuming you were going to deny him anyway, when you suddenly squeezed his hand back.

Rather than answer right away, you took his face in your hands and leaned forward to press a slow, tender kiss to his lips. When you broke it a few seconds later, you opened your eyes to find him staring at you searchingly.

“Tonight," You promised. “You can have tonight.

[jesswritesthat]

Oikawa Tōru: Doubt

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~0.9k, fluff

• You never minded Oikawas fans, but one in particular gets a little too confident.

Warnings: None

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Dating one of the most beautiful people to have ever graced the halls of Aoba-Johsai was no easy task, and by the gods, sometimes you’d jokingly highlight that you wished it was Iwaizumi Hajime. However, your heart was defective and had fallen for his best friend instead - who forever agrees with wishing for Iwaizumi himself. The namesake irritably stating you were idiotically perfect for each other.

You’d been together for some time and not once had Oikawa Tōru done anything for you to doubt his love or loyalty. It was in the soft smiles he’d give you, or the looks that spoke a conversation, it was in the playful jokes, and the thoughtless touches when he was excited. Volleyball was a massive part of his life you understood, and it took up a lot of his time, but never were you forgotten.

An open invite was always presented for his practices, for his out of school training, and for his games - and always were you given the choice to go. Though he would over-dramatically whine if you declined, he wouldn’t hold it against you and instead insist you have fun without him (assuring you it’d be more fun if he was there obviously).

Tōru greeted you before and after every game you attended with Seijoh, and he made sure to find his way to your classroom to see you every school day. His team knew who you were and would treat you as one of their own, they’d playfully mock his mistakes if ever they arose and support you if he was absent. There was never a reason to doubt him and he made sure of that, and even if your relationship was common knowledge, there were some who doubted.

Today was one of those days. This girl was undeniably attractive, and you’d hold no ill will under regular circumstances considering you’d seen her in the cluster of Seijoh fans frequently enough. You’d grown accustomed to others flirting with Oikawa and even confessing to him on occasion, it came as a side affect to his natural charm and handsome looks, he was also receptive toward his fans which made him all the more approachable.

Like most she’d touched his bicep, laughed a little too hard at his jokes, and approached him when presented the opportunity. Until today, where such fan behaviour involved you rather than your boyfriend.

“Have you seen Oikawa-san yet Saki? He should be out by now!” One of her friends commented, the trio looking around the reception for him.

Admittedly it wasn’t your place butting in to their conversation, and maybe that was why this Saki girl had spoken so ‘confidently’, but you only intended to provide an answer for their qualms.

“He said he’d be out in a second so shouldn’t be much longer.” Came your polite tone, placing your phone back into your pocket after relaying your recent message.

The trio of fans looked to you, one tilting their head with a welcoming smile.

“Ah (L/n), you’re his partner right? Thanks!”

When you nodded in response, both to her question and as a silent ‘you’re welcome’, this Saki girl suddenly spun to meet your gaze with hands on her hips.

"Oh are you gonna tell me to stay away from your man?"

It caught you completely off guard, one of her friends smirked whilst the other (who’d greeted you previously) seemed surprised much like yourself. Unfortunely for Saki, you weren’t about to start doubting him now.

"Well if I had to do that, then he wouldn't be my man."

"I guess you've got nothing to worry abou—" Saki narrowed her eyes to a cruel glare that’d actually concern you if you cared enough, but you didn’t get another second to consider when a flash of aqua crossed your vision and you were tackled by such a force it left you stumbling for balance (still embraced in his arms).

"BABY DID YOU SEE ME?!" Tōru excitedly yelled upon entry, immediately racing into your standing figure. Naturally he had no intention of slowing down expecting you to catch him, and with a brief imbalance you always did, reciprocating his adoring smile.

“Yeah, you were amazing Tōru. Those service aces in the first match? Flawless!”

“Well of course~ I couldn’t disappoint (Y/n)-chan.” A kiss to your lips. “You okay if I greet the fans?”

“Mhm, go ahead. I’ll meet you outside.” You gently clasped his chin with your fingers, simply admiring him. “My man is inspiring.”

When walking away your fingers slipped from his skin with a flourish, your words ensuring his eyes remained on you until you were out of sight.

“And so is my lovely (Y/n)-chan.” Then he turned to his fans with a peace sign, a dangerous glance briefly landing on Saki, before returning to normal. “Thank you all for coming today, and for your support!”

“Oikawa can we have a picture?!”

“Please can you sign my journal?”

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Dating Oikawa Tōru was difficult, but it was worth your while by a long shot. No matter how many fans or distractions he had, he always made his way back to you - for that, you were forever grateful.

“Hey (Y/n)-chan, thanks for waiting. You wanna get dinner with Iwa-chan and I to celebrate?” A familiar hand placed on the small of your back and his real breathtaking smile worn only because of you.

“Sure, thanks Tōru.”

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[beforeimdeceased]

WELCOME TO THE PARTY — ABBY ANDERSON ༄₊🫧➳

tlou2 is based on the israeli occupation of palestine, how you can help

pairing: ex!abby x reader

synopsis: you try to escape the thoughts of your ex with a little partying and she shows up to ruin it all.

content: oral (r!receiving)

author’s note: thank u so much for 1.2k i love this little community we’ve got on here! you guys make me so happy i can’t thank you enough <3

“I can’t even enjoy this stupid fucking party, Oh my god!”

You were currently spiraling in a far corner of the bustling house. Drink in hand with a scowl on your face. You take a sip of the liquid, letting it slide down your throat and settle into your stomach. You were waiting for the buzz to kick in and ease your nerves.

You’d just seen Abby, your ex, prancing in with another girl on her arm. A very pretty and smiley girl who you’d never seen before. You were wondering how they’d met and what they’d talked about when Dina came over to snap you out of your thoughts.

“You’re not gonna let her ruin your fun, right?” She gently rubs your arm and you’re so touch starved the gesture nearly makes you cry. It’s been a week since you’d parted ways with the blonde, and the lack of her presence was weighing down on you. You’d missed her smile, her kind eyes, and the way she always knew how to make you laugh.

But she wasn’t perfect. Neither were you, you couldn’t be. Tension grew in the relationship. You went from wanting to be around each other all the time, to avoiding each other at all costs. If you saw her post that she was at the gym, you were making an illegal u-turn in the middle of the road to avoid seeing her. That wasn’t a relationship, and it had to end.

Funny how you were still avoiding her.

“Dina I can’t dance, I’m gonna be sick.” You hold your stomach, tugging against Dina’s grip on your arm. She looks at you empathetically, placing a kiss on the back of your hand. “Babe, Are you going to stop functioning properly because of her? Forever?”

Before you can respond, commotion ensues. Ellie can be heard cursing following the sound of glass breaking and a crash. “Okay, hold on. I’ve gotta stitch up my girlfriend.” She rolls her eyes before rushing into the direction of the noise. A crowd of people swallow her, keeping you from following her.

You decide you need to just wash your face off in the bathroom, and get your ass out there. Abby is just another girl that got away. She’s clearly moved on, so why can’t you? You weren’t going to let her sour your night. Plus, Dina was your ride and you had to wait for her to fix Ellie up.

You can’t get the bathroom downstairs open, and after asking about 7 intoxicated people you find safety in the basement. There everyone was either high, tripping, or both. More importantly, they were not paying attention to who was going into the bathroom in the far left corner.

It was big, which was unsurprising considering how large the basement and the house was itself. Incredibly clean and it looked like the perfect hideout spot. You decided you’d stay in there scrolling through your phone until Dina sent her usual “where r u?” text.

The familiar sound of the ping on your phone interrupts you mindlessly moving your thumb. Out of the corner of your eye you catch the first letter of the sender, and nearly throw your phone.

Abby ❌: Where’d you run off to?

Was that meant for you? Did you want to find out? You stare at the message letting your eyes unfocus. Biting your lip you ready yourself to respond, but you’re stopped by the three dots indicating she’s typing.

Abby ❌: You in the basement?

You wish the window in there was bigger, because it would’ve made escaping a lot easier. Instead of responding, you look for the easiest solution to your new found problem, which happened to be the door. You open it, and a presently surprised Abby is on the other end smiling at you.

“Oh, you opened it for me?” You walk back as she walks in and watch as she closes and locks the door. “You’re still so sweet.”

“Where’s your friend?” You ask, arms crossed. It was upsetting you that you were so jealous, but it made sense. The end of your relationship was rocky, but you’d still only broken up a week ago. The wound was fresh, and she was poking her fingers in it.

“I don’t know, probably making out with someone upstairs.”

Realization hits you and you’d never admit it but you felt relief. Abby can read you though, she knows you better than anyone. A wide smile spread on her stupid cocky face.

“Were you jealous?” She tilts her head a bit and it makes you bite the inside of your cheek. She’d always tilt her head while she was deep inside of you. Chuckle and ask “You like that?” As if you could even fucking answer with how hard she was fucking you. The memory sends a shiver through your entire body, and it delays your response. She takes note of that as well and your body language. Arms crossing and uncrossing while her eyes trailed up and down your body.

She was looking at you like she was struggling to contain herself. You could almost see her thoughts projected over her head. “I miss you. I miss fucking you.”

“Would it be wrong for me to be jealous?” You back up towards the sink, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Another memory of her with her hand over your mouth, pounding into you mercilessly, flooded your mind. She takes note of this before moving closer to you.

Her body is close enough that if you reached out, you would be touching her freckle speckled skin. You fear that if you don’t lean into her, you’ll tip over. That you’ll fall splat on the cold bathroom tile. That you’ll sink into the ground and disappear, if you don’t touch her right fucking now.

“I guess not.” She leans over towards you, and you think she’s moving in to wrap you in a hug, but she’s just pushing past to look in the mirror. She notices how your face falls at her movements, and turns to look at you.

“Someone has to be honest here. Want me to start?”

No was at the tip of your tongue before her lips crashed into yours. She cups your face and you almost don’t notice her backing you up against the sink. Your back hits the edge of it, causing it to arch and your head to lean back. Abby takes the opening, latching her lips onto your jaw and then your neck.

“I fucking hate you so much right now.” You close your eyes, body contradicting your words. You lean into her strong and firm arms. Pulling your body into hers. “I hate how I couldn’t go a week without you.” Is breathless and desperate as it leaves your tongue.

She’s on her knees now, positioned in between your legs. She struggles to remain composed enough to tease you. Lustrous desire causing her mouth to salivate. You help her get your pants off, kicking them to the side, before her fingers loop into the band of your underwear. “It wasn’t easy for me either.” She pulls them down in a frenzy. “I missed the way you moaned my name.”

She latches her tongue to your heat, swirling a harsh circle against your sensitive bud. You would’ve lost your balance if she wasn’t holding your legs open and up with her arms. fingers on the inner corners of your cunt, spreading you wide for her. There was no mercy, and no slowing down. Her mission was to make you see stars.

“Fuck.” Is all you can let out and she hums against you in agreement. The vibration sending a wave of pleasure straight to your core. You tangle your hands in her hair, grappling at it to keep her right where you needed her.

And she never fails to deliver. Tongue buried into your walls while her nose swipes against your clit. You bite back a moan which causes her to move her hand and squeeze your ass, pushing the sound out of you. It’s clear and melodic, music to her ears. If anyone happened to walk in she wouldn’t want to stop. She wanted to hear more from you. She needed to.

You can barely hold back your orgasm. With the way she has you spread completely open for her, entire face buried into you moaning against your cunt. You let the wave rush over you, eyes rolling back into your head as her name rolls off your tongue.

You shake a bit, overwhelmed from the high and her face still buried between your legs. Now is when you feel a bit disappointed in yourself. At how hard it was to stay away, how easy it was to give into her, and how you’re going to have to explain this to Dina.

Abby kisses up and down your inner legs, catching all of your juices on her tongue. It feels so good before you hear that damn ding from your phone once again. She reaches over to grab it out of your pants pocket and hand it to you. Speak of the devil.

Dina ���: where r u?

[impala-dreamer]

Tell Me about ...the hair swipe

Begging For It

Jensen Ackles x Reader

Sexy and Delicious, 18+

Impala-Dreamer’s Masterlist  ~  Patreon  ~ Published Works

It was such a simple gesture. The sweep of fingers through long dark hair; the subtle shake of his head as the hair fell back into place. It was an unconscious motion that he barely took note of, just something that his hand decided to do now and then. It wasn’t important, it didn’t mean anything. It was just something that he did. 

Something that drove her absolutely wild. 

Y/N watched from across the big living room as Jensen pushed a hand through his hair again. He’d been letting it grow out lately, and he’d never looked more handsome. Occasionally, he’d threaten to cut it, so shave the beard, to go back to trying to look younger, but Y/N wouldn’t have it. She’d beg him to keep the hair longer, refuse to let him dye the grays from his chin. He was stunning in every way, eye crinkles and all. 

No stranger to his beauty, Y/N had no trouble ever looking at her man, but there was something extra in that hair swipe. There was just something about it that drew her attention, blocking out the world around them. Something so intimate in the way his fingers slid through his hair that made her heart race and her breathing slow. She wanted his hands on her body, wanted those fingers sliding through something even more luxurious and warm.

The party was loud. Someone was strumming a guitar off in a corner, and friends were chattering around her, but Y/N was lost to it all. She existed in a soft, pink bubble of arousal, the feeling growing stronger the longer she kept her eyes on him. 

Jensen could feel her staring and looked up with a shy grin. “What?” he mouthed, eyes narrowing in curiosity. 

Y/N bit her lip and cocked a brow. She lifted her glass to her lips and sought out the tiny plastic straw without looking. “I want you,” she replied silently, accentuating the pucker of her lips and closing them around the straw. She took a sip and the vodka and lime mixed on her tongue. 

Jensen licked his lips and looked down at his lap. He had a way of making himself seem so small and vulnerable while drawing her in deeper. He lifted his eyes and looked at her through a curtain of hair. 

She took a deep breath as the racing pulse settled between her thighs.

He lifted his right hand and her eyes went wide. 

He pushed his fingers through his hair and her composure snapped. 

He barely knew what was happening as she rushed across the room. The dregs of her drink sloshed from the glass and dampened his knee, but she covered it up quickly as she straddled his lap. 

“What’re you do-”

She swallowed his words with a heavy kiss and rolled her hips over his dick. Her free hand tugged through his hair and pulled, making him moan deeply into her mouth. 

“Fuck…” 

When she pulled back, his eyes were glazed and his lips were full, shining from her kiss. 

“You’re making me crazy,” she whispered, leaning to lick at his ear. “Playing with your hair all night like you’re not begging me to pull it.” 

Jensen sucked in a private hiss and set his hands on her hips. 

If anyone was watching, they’d see how his fingers tensed there, wanting to reach further down and grab her ass, tug her closer, and rut up into her. But, they stayed put, locked around the soft curve of her waist. 

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” he lied, turning circles with his thumbs underneath her shirt. 

The secret touch made her skin sizzle and she yanked on his locks once more. 

Jensen bucked his hips unconsciously and cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Um-” 

Y/N smirked against his ear. “Wanna find an empty room?” 

He shivered and his grip tightened. “Fuck yes, I do…”

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Welcome to hell (Reader x Caliban)

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Summary: Being captured by hell, they want information about the Spellman's from you. Having a strong will, eventually Caliban get's assigned to you for torment. Yet after a while, he no longer can. Surprised that you show him kindness while hurt as he had shown you little.

Slowly you opened your eyes. Adjusting to the new lightning. Clearly you weren’t alone as you heard shuffling and chuckling around you. A smell of rotting overwhelming you as a presence came nearer. – “It’s waking up.” – the voice grumbled out. Their voice raspy. Groaning softly, you set your hands to push yourself up. Blinking rapidly to wake up. A pounding in your head. Your vision sharpened on a face as it made you stumble back. Frightened by the horrid face. The person laughed, gruesome teeth visible. – “Beelzebub.” – a voice spoke as the horrid figure seemed to listen to it.

A young man coming in sight, placing a hand on him. – “Give our guest some air.” – he spoke approaching more. Wary about him, you moved further back when he came nearer. With his devilish looks and dashing smile, he knelt down. – “Our guest will need her strength.” – he said reaching out to brush his fingers down your cheek. His touch made you shiver out a breath. The young man snapped his finger as two of the horrid figures approached. – “Take our guest to their chambers to get… comfortable.” – he smiled wickedly.

You got picked up from the ground by your arms. Dragged out as you screamed in protest. Knowing damn well you weren’t in Greendale anymore. Feet dragging over the ground, they led you through a maze of corridors. With each turn it got colder. Your eyes widened as they dragged you into the cold room. Nothing but stone cold walls and shackles. – “No, no, no!” – you screamed out, fighting with every might against them. The two of them pushed you onto the ground. 

One of them grinning widely as the other one shackled your hands. Cuffing you on a metal chain so you couldn’t run. – “Enjoy your stay.” – one of them said as you caught a rotten smell from their mouth. Laughing mockingly, they left you. Pulling against your shackles, you hoped it would be old enough to perhaps break. Sadly it was not. Sturdy it held ground.

Defeated you pulled your knees up, wondering how on earth you got here. Hoping perhaps the Spellman’s would soon figure out that you are gone. Coming for you…

The door opened making you lift your head up. It felt like an eternity that they decided to come. You knew they would come. Your gut telling you they’d come. Beelzebub entered, smiling wickedly. Some flies circling around him. He clasped his hands together. – “Let’s set some ground rules.” – he started, slowly approaching. – “You answer correctly and I…I won’t hurt you.” – he added with little care. You moved against your shackles to resist. – “Tell me about the Spellman’s.” – he said.

His first question made clear why you were here. – “Go to hell!”  - you shouted out. – “Already here girl.” – he said amusingly opening his hands presentable. Your eyes widened briefly at the thought of being in actual hell. – “Tell me about the Spellman’s.” – he repeated his question. You remained silence. Never in a million years would you tell on your friends. Beelzebub sighed loud. He moved his hand forwards. A chilling scream left your mouth at the burning feeling on your skin. You felt your pores open, sweat boiling on your skin.

Beelzebub lowered his hand making you gasp loud. – “The Spellman’s.” – he spoke coming to kneel in front of you. Your first reaction was to spit at him. Beelzebub closed his eyes, opening his mouth a bit before wiping the spit off his cheek. He moved his hand up again, making you scream in pain. Feeling as if the seven fires of hell were raining down on you. Screaming in agony, you curled up like a ball.

Squirming from the pain. – “The spellman’s!” – Beelzebub said impatient through his torture. You clenched your jaw, refusing to say a word. Beelzebub sighed loud. Unleashing even more pain on you. Your screams went through bone and merrow feeling your inside boil. After a long torment he finally got up, taking his leave. Beaten and broken, you laid on the ground. Fingers twitching a bit, not sure whether you were even still alive.

The doors opened as Beelzebub entered once more. Still broken from last time, you used all your strength to sit up. – “Are we ready to speak yet?” – he asked coming nearer. You kept quiet, glaring at him. Beelzebub kicked you back. You felt the force of his foot in your side as you crashed onto the hard floor. He set his foot on your wrist as your hand wriggled underneath it. – “Speak!” – he ordered out, flies buzzing around his head.

You cried in pain trying to get his foot off your wrist. Beelzebub groaned loud, removing his foot from your wrist. He gave your stomach a hard stomp with his foot. Making you curl up like a ball, crying in pain. – “You’ll die if you don’t speak.” – he told you. You weakly tried to pull yourself up, holding a hand against your bruised ribs. – “Then you’ll never get the information you need.” – you responded out of breath. Beelzebub showing you his teeth in anger.

“Let’s see how long you can keep quiet.” – he held his hand out, giving you excruciating pain once more. The cells filled with your screams as they were hearable from upstairs. Caliban who sat in his throne, barely affected by them as he continued to polish his crown. Beelzebub lowered his hand as you were worn out. Being tortured for a few days now in a row. You felt your body weaken. Not sure how much longer you could be so strong-willed. Panting loud, you barely could keep your head up. – “Well girl?” – he called out ready to give you more pain. – “Stop.” – you panted out. Beelzebub kept his hand down, tilting his head a bit.

“The… the Spellman’s…” – you breathed out needing a lot of strength to form your words. – “Yes.” – Beelzebub said excitedly. Then you started laughing. Manically as if you had lost all sanity. Beelzebub watched you in confusion. In anger that you had fooled him, he rose his hand. Causing you to suffocate on your own blood in your mouth. Gagging on the blood, you coughed loud. The blood getting spewed on across his face. Beelzebub got up, stumbling back. The blood staining your chin as you let your head fall down. He gave your body a soft kick to see any reaction.

You barely reacted, having fainted from the immense pain. Unable to get any information out of you, he returned to the throne room. Day after day. Week after week Beelzebub would visit your cells. Forcing you to speak about the Spellman’s. Each time you remained silent. Not uttering a word. Every silence was greeted with torment. Slowly weaking you till eventually you would break anyways. It was almost admirable how long you could withhold the torment. Any other human would’ve broken after the first few days. Beelzebub gained no progress with you as he begged the prince of Hell for another way. The prince of Hell had enough of Beelzebub’s failures as he assigned himself for the duties.

Weakened you lifted your head up. – “Your late Beelzebub.” – you breathed out as he wasn’t as punctual as usual. It took you a few moments to realize someone else had entered your cells. The prince of hell squatted down, taking a good look at you. He clicked his tongue, holding your head back to see your face. He let your head fall as you nearly fell over. – “I must say you are persistent Y/n.” – he said watching you. – “And who the hell are you?” – you breathed out having to do your upmost best to keep your head up.

The young man smiled. – “Caliban. Prince of hell.” – he addressed himself proudly. – “Beelzebub worn out? Pity I’ll miss him.” – you mocked with a chuckle. Caliban stroked his chin. – “You wouldn’t be laughing much more Y/n when I have my way with you.” – he spoke. – “Do your worst.” – you taunted him. Caliban gave your forehead a little push as it made you fall backwards. – “Looks like I don’t have to do much…” – he sighed out a little disappointing.

Caliban started tapping you against your cheek. – “Hey, hey Y/n! Wake up!” – he said wanting you awake for his torture. You weakly opened your eyes once more as he helped you sit up. Holding his hand on top of your head. – “Now Y/n, let’s have a chat about the Spellman’s.” – he started as your eyes widened feeling an immense pain in your head. Screaming it out as Caliban was smiling widely.

Inhaling deep he enjoyed to hear the pleasures of your pain and agony. Caliban let go of you as you fell down to the side. – “Done already? I’ve just begun Y/n.” – he teased. He nudged you against your body for you to wake up. When you weren’t moving much, he sighed irritated. Having nothing else to do, he got up, leaving once more.

Now every time you were tortured it was Caliban that blessed your cells with his presence. – “Y/n don’t make this harder than it is. Just speak.” – he would sigh out keeping you upright. – “Just kill me.” – you muttered out, having enough. Caliban’s eyes widened. – “What was that Y/n?” – he mocked with a smile. – “Stop…” – you breathed out unable to keep your eyes open. Losing the control over your body, your head fell forwards against his shoulder.

Caliban’s hand froze mid-air at the sudden touch from you. Your head slid to the side, losing contact with his shoulder. Your head was falling as Caliban caught you before your head could hit the ground. Staring down at you, he wondered what he was doing. Seeing your worn out expression. The clear bruises on your face and all over your body. As he knew some where his doing.

With a pained expression he let his hand brush up your cheek. – “Y/n?” – he whispered. You remained lifeless in his arms. Caliban slowly pulled your body up to his chest, cradling you. Overcome with a sense of shame and sorriness. He couldn’t hurt you anymore. You had suffered enough by his hand and Beelzebub’s. Caliban staid by your side till you gained conscious again. You were surprised to see him there. – “Easy Y/n.” – he said caringly making sure you were being careful. It made you feel a bit wary off him.

He gave you water and some bread to gain a bit of your strength. – “Is this a new technique? Show your prisoner kindness before killing them?” – you said keeping a close eye on him. Caliban shook his head. – “No… I…I am not going to hurt you anymore.” – he said making you stare surprised at him. – “I’m returning you to earth.” – he added. – “What… what about the Spellman’s?” – you answered, knowing he wanted information off them.

Caliban shook his head. – “I’m taking you home safely.” – he placed your hand caringly over yours. – “What… what about the others?” – you responded unsure. – “I am the prince of hell, they obey me.” – Caliban said with a certain airy vibe. – “Can you stand?”  - he asked. You nodded, letting him help you up. Caliban undid you off your shackles as it felt good to be released from them. The bruise marks clear around your wrists. Caliban took your hands in his, observing the bruise marks.

Bringing your hands to his mouth, he kissed your knuckles. Lowering your hands, he came to your side, supporting you as he led you out of the cells. You were going on a slow pace as it felt weird to walk after being chained up for so long. Caliban held you tight, making sure you wouldn’t slip out of his grip. – “Keep your strength Y/n.” – he said walking slowly with you through the corridors. Caliban and you rounded a corner as you sunk through your knees. Caliban going down with you as he tumbled over some equipment.

Grunting loud, he turned over feeling a sting of pain in his chest. You gasped loud, seeing a cut on his chest. Brown liquid dripping down the wide cut. – “You are hurt!” – you called out moving to him. Caliban look down his chest, seeing the clear cut. It made him groan even louder. – “It is nothing.” – he answered, widening his eyes as you started ripping the bottom of your shirt. – “Hold still.” – you told him, pressing the piece of cloth against his cut. You moved his arm up, to go around his chest to tie it.

Caliban watched in wonder as you helped in. It pained him to see that despite everything you were still helping him. – “I hope it doesn’t sting too much.” – you said with a smile. Caliban held his hand against your cheek. – “You are a remarkable creature Y/n.” – he breathed out with admiration. – “Showing me kindness when I have shown you none.” – he went on. – “You have shown kindness to me by bringing me home.” – you responded, helping him back up. For Caliban was talking you home.

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¡Yandere! Paulie Lombardo

204. “Those bastards tainted you by touching you! Now I’ll have to erase their stench on your skin!”

169. “Only I can have you. I need you to stay with me. Forever! Without you I feel empty and lonely. “

A/N: Finally writing paulie. This is kind of like the situation that Sarah was in and the guys went to go deal with them because of it. I was rewatching the clips and remembered how upset he was about it. Thought a similar situation could happen to his darling since yandere paulie is just off his rockers..

Warnings: toxic themessss, references to being harmed, violence, Paulie trying not to flip his shit but failing

Requests: open 24/7

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He knew he shouldn’t have been so foolish to let you go out alone. Paulie just couldn’t resist your adorable little puppy eyes and the softness of your voice pleading to go out to the store while he took care of business.

Truth be told he had such a huge soft spot for his darling Y/N. He just loves you so much and he hates saying no to you. It pains him to see you upset.

But now he’d much rather have you pouting in your shared bedroom all day than to have those sons of bitches touch you the way they did.

It was the Morello boys, they were waiting a block down from Paulie’s place in hopes that it’d be the gangster they’d catch off guard….not you.

But might as well have fun with such a pretty face like you. It’s not often that you’ll see a beauty such as yourself traveling alone in Lost Haven. The added plus is that they knew just how much this would kill Paulie to know his precious little princes was taken advantage of by his opposing mob.

Luckily for you Paulie just couldn’t rest knowing that you were out alone. Would if you left him? Or what if something happened to you….

He made the guys take a detour down by his side of town just to check on you and make sure everything was alright.

I won’t get into any details but it'd be a blessing that the guys got there when they did or it would’ve been worse than what it already was.

Immediately, Paulie got you into the back of the car and had Sam sit with you, covering you from the wrath he unleashed onto the young boys.

Paulie may be an old brute now but he definitely was still a brute. He’s never been so angry in his entire life, he doesn’t know exactly what took over him or even exactly what he did to all of them but let’s just say the term “biting the curb” is far too faint of a word to describe the kind of violence he did. He didn’t stop until their blood painted the block crimson.

You didn’t quite see what happened to them but you do remember the curses Paulie let out and the sickened faces on Tommy and Sam. Not even they thought Paulie could be so damn dangerous. Neither of them sure as hell are going to try to get in the way.

The other guys covered for Paulie so he could take you home and make sure you were okay.

The whole ride home he was completely silent, nothing escaped him outside of the deep pants from the brewing furry and adrenaline rush.

When you finally got into the apartment building Paulie grabbed your arm and pulled you all away up the stairs and through the hallways into his apartment.

Still he didn’t speak to you and at this point, tears swelled your eyes thinking he was upset with you and that it was your fault.

“Paulie…?”

“Not now sweetheart.” Paulie torted as he pulled you into the bathroom with him, starting up a warm bath.

“P-paulie…? I-I’m sor-“ he cut you off not even registering your cries.

“Those bastards tainted you by touching you! Now I’ll have to erase their stench on your skin!” He exclaimed as he started to pull your top off.

“Paulie please stop! I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen….I promise I told them to leave me alone! I told them I was only yours! Paulie I p-promise!”

Taking a breath he started to calm down, softening his expression and grip on you.

“I’m so sorry Angel…no- no I’m not upset with you.”

Paulie pulled you into his chest and ran his course fingers through your hair.

“I could never be upset with you. Don’t apologize for what those damn bastards did to you. I’m upset with myself. I should have never left you alone.”

Paulie cupped your face into his hands, plating a gentle kiss into your forehead.

“ only I can have you. I need you to stay with me. Forever! Without you I feel empty and lonely. They nearly took my sunshine away from me and that just makes me so-“

Falling to his knees he pleaded to you..

“Please forgive me, Y/N.I’m so sorry please don’t leave me. I promise I’ll protect you. I won’t ever leave you alone again. O-or raise my voice to you. I'll even go behind Salieri and kill the entire family if it’ll prove to you that I can protect you..”

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Step 4 : Date Other People (B.C)

Word Count : 4.9k

Warnings : swearing, food mention, being stood up, hurt, like a lot of hurt, like honestly so much hurt (i'm sorry), briefest mention of sex, again they're both idiots (happy ending i promise)

Being with Chan was easy. It was effortless. Like she was born to be by his side. Being in love can feel like that sometimes. Like you’re born to be with that person, to love that person. No matter what they do, no matter how far away, the love never fades. An unconditional love; that’s the kind of love she has for Chan.

            So why was she sat across from someone else enjoying a romantic dinner? Listening to him drone on and on about a story she stopped listening to five minutes ago. Counting the seconds as they pass, wondering when the date would come to an end. She couldn’t even remember his name, knowing him from class but nothing more. She’s not even sure she’s seen him outside class before this, as if he only existed within those four walls. Like an NPC.

            It was never going to go anywhere and she knew that from the moment he asked her out. He wasn’t the one she wanted to be sat across from. She knows who she wants to sit across from, knows who she wants to listen to talk about his day, but she can’t have him.

            Bang Chan. Her best friend. Someone she never meant to fall in love with. Her feelings were never meant to grow passed platonic love. But it was impossible not to fall in love with Chan.

            From day one she knew he was going to be special to her. Come sit with me. Waving her over with his dimpled smile, taking her under his wing like they’d known each other forever. She leaned on him and he let her, holding her up whenever she couldn’t do it herself. He was just so kind, so smart, so giving. Just so wonderfully Chan.

            She should have known she was going to fall in love with him. Should have known he was never going to be just a friend. But she deluded herself into thinking that she could stay by his side and never want something more than friendship. Deluded herself into thinking she would never fall in love with someone so perfect.

            “Did you want dessert?” The guy asked her, pulling her away from her thoughts. She noticed him looking through the dessert menu, glancing up at her every once in a while.

            He was handsome, there was no denying that. Tall and muscular with a face that looked like it was carved by the gods. She could tell that he was kind by the way he’s treated her on the date, and even before. Girls were envious when he asked her out, and she could see why. He was a well desired man, and rightfully so.

            But he wasn’t Chan.

            “I’m actually really full.” She answered him politely, hoping he’d get the hint that she just wanted to go home. It was obvious that she wasn’t interested, and she knew that. She knew that everyone could see that he was having more fun than she was, and it had nothing to do with him as a person. Had her heart not already belonged to someone else, she could see herself liking him.

            But he wasn’t Chan. No one would ever measure up.

            “Really? You barely touched your dinner.” He chuckled, placing the menu on the table. She just awkwardly shrugged her shoulders, faking the nicest smile she could. He was a nice guy, a really nice guy, but she just couldn’t stop thinking about Chan. “I’ll pay the bill and drive you home.” He knew.

~

            Chan wasn’t home when she walked through the door to their shared apartment, not that she expected him to be. He told her that he’s had more inspiration than usual, holing himself up in his rented studio just off campus for hours on end.

            It never occurred to her that he was lying to her. That he was struggling to write anything that wasn’t related to her. All the songs he’s written in the passed month sounded the same. About a boy in love with his best friend, watching her fall in love with someone else. Longing for her to look at him just once, see the love he’s willing to give. Watching her slowly slip through his fingers, too scared to hold on, scared to hold her back.

            He knew she would be getting home from yet another date. She would kick her shoes off, have a shower, wash off any remnants of the date she just had, change into shorts and a t-shirt she would steal from his closet, and wait for him. How he wishes she would just go to bed. Seeing her curled up on the couch, reading a book or watching a movie, wearing his t-shirt, had him dreaming of a universe where she was his. A universe where he could walk over to where she was sitting and wrap his arms around her, pressing kisses to her face as he softly tells her how much he loves her.

            But she’s not his. Not the way that he’s hers. His heart, his soul, everything that he is belongs to her. “Go home hyung. Confess to her and make her your girlfriend already.” Changbin looked at him, his arms crossed over his chest.

            “She went on another date today.” Changbin’s arms fell to his sides as he watched his friend crumble in front of him. How were his two friends so unaware of the other’s obvious feelings? Everyone around them could see how in love with each other they are, but both of them are blind.

            “Is it a second date?” Changbin knew the answer already. Y/n had gained a reputation over the passed month. Known for her many first dates but never a second. Friends knew it was due to her feelings for Chan, but strangers, onlookers, anyone that didn’t know her, wondered if there was something wrong with her. If she was stuck up, felt like no one was good enough for her.

            “No.” It was the obvious answer. An answer everyone knew. No one would be good enough for a second date. No one but Chan.

            “Then you still have a chance.” Changbin clapped him on the shoulder as he spoke, giving his friend an encouraging smile. But Chan just shook his head.

            “I’d rather keep our friendship the way it is.”

~

            “I heard the new guy wants to ask you out.” Lisa giggled, bumping her shoulder against Y/n’s. Y/n looked towards the desk where Seokmin was handing another group of teenagers their bowling shoes. The girls he was helping started giggling when he smiled at them.

            The bowling alley she worked at got busier once word got around about the cute new guy working the front desk. Wait times escalated more and more each day. Going from 10 minutes to over an hour, but no one minded waiting when Seokmin stood at the front counter.

            They’ve been working together less than two weeks, speaking barely 10 words to each other within that time. She found it near impossible that he’d be thinking about asking her out, especially with the reputation she gained trying to get over Chan. He heard it, she knows that. Everyone heard it. It didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. Reputations come and go, and this one will disappear one day too.

            “He’s cute, he’s smart, he’s nice, he’s funny. What more could you want in a guy?” Rose chimed in, throwing her arm across Y/n’s shoulders, but she quickly shrugged her off. Seokmin was perfect in theory, but he’s not Chan.

            He’s just another guy that would be a failed distraction. Another guy she could fall for had she not fallen for her best friend. And she knows she’ll have to let go of the love she has for him, knows he’ll fall for a perfect girl, someone that will make him feel what he makes her feel. Maybe by then someone else would have come along, swept her off her feet before she even realized it.

            It’s possible that it could be Seokmin. With his perfect smile and contagious laugh. But it’s not the right time. Not while Chan is still single. Not while her heart is hanging onto the slim chance that Chan could love her too.

            “If you think he’s so great, why don’t you go for it?” Seokmin looked towards them, shooting them his infamous smile that had hundreds of other girls falling at his feet. But she just turned away, continuing to pretend she was busy behind the food counter despite not a single person ordering.

            “Because he can’t stop talking about you.” Rose teased. “Maybe he’ll be the one to get that second date.”

            “Oh please. Everyone knows the only guy that will ever get a second date with her is Chan.”

            “What do you want, Jungkook?” Y/n asked. He leaned on the counter as he tried out yet another pick up line on her, something he started doing just to annoy her. “Either order something to eat or go back to work.”

            “So harsh baby. I’ll just get my usual.”

            “You’re lucky I like you or I would have gotten you fired weeks ago.” She said with a chuckle before shouting his order to the chef in the kitchen.

            “You know that Hoseok is soft for him. He’d never fire Jungkook.” Lisa laughed. “Lucky bastard.” Jungkook shot the three a wink before asking if they could deliver the food to the bar for him when it’s ready.

~

            “Oh before I forget. Y/n, I need you to pick up some extra shifts until I can hire some new staff. Seokmin needs some help at the counter.” Hoseok said as Y/n was grabbing her things to leave. “It’ll probably only be a week or two.”

            “Yeah that’s no problem. I could use the extra cash anyway.”

            “All those first dates putting you out?” He joked.

            “Bold of you to assume I pay on the first date.” She winked at him before leaving, Jungkook waiting outside the front door for her.

            “Either you need to grab your shit faster or get someone else to drive you home.” Jungkook teased. “I have a life outside of you, you know.” Despite his teasing words, he still opened the passenger side door for her just as he always did. Allowed her to pick the music and listened to her sing all the songs off key, just like he always did.

            “Do you think I’ll ever get over Chan?” They were sat outside her apartment building. She could see the lights on in the apartment she shares with Chan, meaning not only was he home, he was awake. Jungkook glanced over to her, seeing the distant look in her eyes, and immediately knew that her feelings were drowning her.

            Everyone talks about the beauty of love. The soft glances and lovesick smiles. Date nights that end with a goodnight kiss. Whispered promises of forever and collages of memories posted everywhere. Lingering touches that bring butterflies and calm at the same time. Kisses that leave you breathless and begging for more. Love is addicting.

            But it’s not always beautiful. It’s pain. It’s suffocating. Like thinking you’re lost at sea only to see an island not too far, but too far out of reach. Almost close enough to touch, but then waves take you farther away and then it’s gone. Left for someone else to find.

            It’s watching the one you love, fall in love with someone else. Feeling the ache become a dull pain that you learn to ignore. Wanting to scream your declaration of love at the top of your lungs, but nothing comes out.

            “What if he loves you too?” She looks at Jungkook and he wipes away her tears. It’s a question she’s wondered for weeks, months. Kept awake at night, tossing and turning, knowing the answer was in the next room over. All the what ifs and maybes cross her mind.

            Maybe his newest love song was written for her. Maybe he dreams of holding her too. Maybe he looks at her and sees forever. And it all boils down to one question. What if he loves you too?

            “What if he doesn’t?”

~

            “Hungry?” Chan asked as she shuffled into the kitchen the next morning. Her hair was stuck up in a million different directions thanks to the tossing and turning that kept her up all night. But he found it endearing, wanting nothing more than for her to wrap her arms around him as he smooths her hair, pressing his lips to the top of her head when he’s finished. But friends don’t do that.

            “Starving.” She smiled at him and his entire world stopped for a second. He loved when she smiled at him, allowing him to believe it was a smile just for him. “Hoseok needs me to work some extra shifts for a week or two. So I’ll be home late.”

            Chan had heard of the cute new guy at her work. How seemingly perfect he was. How busy it had gotten because of him. Overheard Lisa talking to her friends about how all the girls at the bowling alley, workers, and customer alike, were fawning over him. And he wonders if Y/n is one of them.

            It plagued his mind, took over his writing. The very idea of her giggling while talking to him, tucking hair behind her ear as she smiles at him. He’s been waiting for her to come home, a lovesick smile on her face as she talks about the cute new guy at her job. Maybe that will give him the kick in the ass that he needs to leave his feelings behind.

            “Call if you need me to pick you up.” He answered her, placing a plate of food in front of her. “Eat fast or you’ll be late.”

~

            She stood behind the counter next to Seokmin. Her smile was bright and beautiful; the same smile she gives Chan every morning when he cooks her breakfast. The same smile he deluded himself into thinking was meant just for him, but he can see now that her smile was never meant for him.

            Over the week working alongside Seokmin, she got to know him. Talk to him, laugh with him. He really was perfect in theory, someone that wouldn’t have a hard time stealing someone’s heart. As they helped customers together, he would make her laugh. Make it feel like they were just friends hanging out, the hours passing by so quickly.

            She watched as girls fawned over him, batting their eyelashes, flipping their hair, begging for his attention. He would shoot them his infamous smile, hand them their shoes, and move on to the next group of giggling girls. It was entertaining.

            Her smile faltered for just a second when her eyes met her best friend’s, before she regained her composure, smiling at him like she smiled at the others. She tried to ignore his arm wrapped around the girl beside him. Tried to ignore her lovesick smile as she looked at Chan, leaning into his touch.

            She tried her best to treat them like every other customer, like her heart wasn’t breaking, like she wasn’t holding back her tears. “Hey, you okay? You look sick.” Seokmin asked as Chan walked away with his date.

            It was bound to happen. But she had hoped she had more time. More time to find someone to distract her from her feelings for him. More time to fall for someone else. More time to prepare herself for the inevitable heartbreak of seeing him fall for someone that wasn’t her.

            She wonders if all those late nights at the studio, were lies. If he was with her, holding her in his arms, kissing her, fucking her. Were all the love songs he’s shown her recently about this girl he never told her about? “I just need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

            Jungkook watched her from the bar as she made her way to the bathroom, a distant look in her eyes. And he knew why. He could see Chan from where he stood. Watching as he helped the girl put her shoes on. “Go help her, you idiot.” Taehyung pushed him out of the bar and towards the employee bathroom. “This is your chance.”

            He shook his head because he knew he didn’t stand a chance against Chan. Even in a world where Chan was taken, she would never look at him. But he wasn’t going to let her cry alone in a shitty employee bathroom. He wasn’t going to watch as she tried to keep herself together as if she wasn’t hurting. He would sit in that bathroom with her, lend her his shoulder, and allow her to hurt.

            “Y/n.” He said softly after knocking on the door. “I know you’re not peeing. Just let me in.” The door opened just a crack and he could see the tears she allowed to fall in the safety of the locked bathroom. He pushed his way in, locking the door behind him, before taking her into his arms.

            “Why did he have to bring her here?” She whispered between her sobs. Jungkook wondered the same thing. And he began to think he had Chan all wrong. Maybe he didn’t return Y/n’s feelings after all.

            “Grab your stuff. I’ll take you home now. Hoseok will understand.” He didn’t give her a chance to protest, holding her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. And as she looks up at him, her nose red, tears still welling up in her eyes, her lips jutted out in the cutest pout, he wonders how Chan couldn’t be in love with her.

            “Can I stay with you?” How could he say no?

~

            Chan drove the girl home, wishing her a goodnight as she slowly took her seatbelt off, asking if he’d like to go upstairs with her. An offer he politely declined. She nodded, taking the clear hint that he wasn’t interested in her.

            It was obvious in the way he looked at the girl behind the counter at the bowling alley. In the way he watched as she left under the arm of another guy, a distance in his eyes for the rest of the night. He tried to seem interested, smiling at her, paying for everything. But he didn’t look at her. Not the way he looked at his best friend.

            “You shouldn’t agree to go out with someone if you have feelings for someone else. It’s not fair to anyone involved.” She told him with a sad smile and got out of his car without waiting for a reply.

            She was right. Chan knew that. But when she approached him with a hopeful look in her eyes, asking him to go bowling with her that night, he felt like it was an opportunity handed to him on a golden platter. An opportunity to see the guy that could possibly steal Y/n’s heart. An opportunity to find someone to help him move on.

            But instead he watched as she left with Jungkook, holding onto him like he was her lifeline. Changbin had been telling him that maybe the reason she never agrees to a second date is because she’s waiting for the one she likes to ask her out, giving Chan false hope that maybe it was him. Maybe she had been waiting for him to ask her out this whole time.

            Then he walked into his still empty apartment, a text from Y/n saying she was staying with Jungkook for the night, and his world crumbled around him. Maybe it was Jungkook she was waiting for this entire time. And how was he supposed to compete with him?

~

            “You feeling better?” Seokmin asked when she got to work the following day. She gave him a small nod, apologizing for leaving him alone the night before. “Jungkook explained everything to me when he got in earlier.”

            “Everything?”

            “Yeah. How the two of you went out to eat before work and you ate something bad.” Jungkook, forever her life saver.

            “Right. Still, I’ll make it up to you. Name your price.” Seokmin pretended to think for a minute, rubbing his chin as if he had a beard. She giggled to herself at his antics, thinking that he really was cute.

            With her hope of being with Chan completely crushed, she allowed herself to focus on Seokmin instead. How handsome he truly was. Remembering all the times he’s made her laugh over the week of getting to really know him. Maybe he really was the one she needed the entire time. The one to help her move on from Chan. “You have tomorrow off, right?” He asked after some time, and she nodded is response. “Go on a date with me.”

            “Okay.” She answered with no hesitation.

~

            Chan was the one to answer the door when Seokmin came to pick her up. Seokmin greeted him with a wide smile, holding out his hand to introduce himself, but Chan just stared at him, realizing his nightmare was coming true.

            He had convinced himself that she was dating Jungkook, but seeing Seokmin standing in his doorway, his world began to crumble all over again. The seemingly perfect new guy that everyone was fawning over stood in front of him, introducing himself as if he wasn’t the talk of the campus. As if Chan hadn’t spent hours pouring over all his social media hoping to find a flaw in him. Hoping to find a reason his best friend should never go out with him, but there wasn’t one.

            “You didn’t have to come all the way up.” Y/n giggled as she shook her head.

            “I’m a gentleman, Y/n.” She quickly slipped her shoes on, turning to Chan, and telling him she’d see him later, trying not to make it obvious that it still hurt to look at him. That it was that girl’s face she saw whenever she looked at him.

            But all that Chan saw was the smile she gave Seokmin. A smile she no longer gives Chan. The same smile he’s written far too many songs about. And in this moment, he writes another one in his mind. About the smile that gave him comfort now causing him pain.

~

            He took her on a picnic. Of all the first dates she’s been on in the passed few weeks, not a single person put in as much effort as he did. All the food was homemade, recipes he asked Jungkook for so he knew she’d like it.

            He listened to her talk, looking at her like she was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Asked questions that really made her think, giving his own answers, having small debates over their differing opinions, but it was all in good fun, ending in a fit of laughter every single time.

            There was no awkward silence, no uncomfortable moments between them. Like this is how it was meant to be; the two of them being like this. It was the most fun she had had on a date in a long time.

            But Seokmin could see the distance in her eyes. He could tell that every smile wasn’t meant for him. She didn’t want to be here with him, and her reputation crossed his mind. They had her all wrong. She wasn’t stuck up, she was in love.

            She tried her best to focus on Seokmin, trying not to let her mind drift to Chan and whatever he might be doing at the moment. She made the move to hold his hand while he walked her home, lacing their fingers together, and smiling at him as if he was the one she wanted to be with this whole time. “This was a lot of fun.” She told him once they were outside of her building.

            “Would you want to go out again?” He knew the answer. He knew she was going to say no. Reject him like she rejected everyone else. Because the one she wanted to be with was waiting for her upstairs. It was easy for Seokmin to put the pieces together, recognizing Chan from the bowling alley. The night Y/n left early, after seeing him there with another girl. She wasn’t sick, she was heartbroken.

            “I’d really like that, Seokmin.” She surprised him with her answer, agreeing to a second date. “Text me the details.” He nodded, letting go of her hand, and watching her disappear into her building.

~

            A few days later, Y/n was sat on the couch, periodically looking at her phone as the minutes passed. Seokmin was supposed to pick her up ten minutes ago, but he was nowhere to be seen. She scrolled through their conversation, hoping that maybe she got the time wrong. Maybe she was actually supposed to meet him at the restaurant and she was the one that was late.

            But there, clear as day, he told her he would pick her up at 6. And she finally came to terms with the fact that she was being stood up. She finally agreed to a second date, finally found someone that could take her mind off her feelings for Chan, and he stood her up, leaving her heart in the hands of her best friend once again.

            “Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?” She turned around, seeing Chan at the door with a bag from the convenience store in his hand. He slipped his shoes off and walked to where she was. She was sat on the couch, clearly dressed up for a fancy dinner, waiting for someone that wasn’t him.

            “He stood me up.” She whispered. Chan couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, anger flowing through his veins. How could anyone do this to her? Seokmin had the girl Chan was in love with in his hands, and he let her go.

            “Give me a minute.” Chan said, disappearing into his room before emerging minutes later dressed in a suit. She looked up at him confused as he stood in front of her, holding out his hand for her to take. “No point letting that dress go to waste.” He explained with a smile, and she slid her hand into his, allowing him to pull her off the couch. “Been a while since we went out to dinner together.”

            “Yeah.” She agreed almost breathlessly. Chan hadn’t let go of her hand, lacing their fingers together instead as they walked to his car. He opened her door for her, placing his hand above her head to make sure she wouldn’t hurt herself. And she allowed herself to imagine this is what a date with Chan would be like. Allowed herself to pretend that this was a date, that Chan wanted to go out with her.

~

            The air surrounding them felt different. They had gone out to dinner together many times during their years as friends, but none were as fancy as this. A candle was lit in the middle of the table, soft, romantic music was playing, and everyone around them were clearly couples. She felt like they stood out, like everyone could tell they were nothing more than just friends.

            But when she excused herself to the bathroom after ordering, an older lady stood at the sink beside the one she was using, and she smiled at her. “You and your boyfriend remind me of when my husband and I were young and newly in love.” She said.

            “Pardon?”

            “He looks at you like you’re the only thing he wants to see for the rest of his life. It’s the same look my husband gave me on our wedding day. Hold on tightly to him. You’ll never find a love like that anywhere else.” She patted the back of her hand before exiting the bathroom, returning to her husband. Did Chan really look at her like that? Was she just blind this entire time? Were all these first dates just holding her back from being with the one she loved?

            “You feeling okay? You were gone for a while.” And then she saw it. Behind the concern, she saw it. He looked at her with love. The same way she’s always looked at him. Love. Longing. Forever. She saw it all in his eyes.

            “Yeah. I’m good.” She smiled, placing her hand on top of his. He turned his hand so he could hold hers, returning the smile she gave him. And it was like no words needed to be said. Everything was in their eyes. All the feelings they hid, the confessions left unspoken, were in their eyes.

~

            After dinner, they decided to take a walk, enjoying the nice night. Chan placed his jacket on her shoulders before grabbing her hand, slowly swinging their arms back and forth as they walked. The silence was comfortable as everything seemingly fell into place.

            “So, do I get a second date?”

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Bound By Starlight: Tamlin and RoseVela

This is a small fanfiction based on things I’ve always loved to imagine, especially since I’m a big fan of the theory that Tamlin and Rhys's sister were lovers. In this fanfiction, I named her Rosevela (simply because I love that name 😆). Tamlin’s nickname for her is Viola, which comes from Rosevela → violet rose → Violet → Viola. I like it because it matches her violet eyes, and the idea of violets being roses ties in with her name. Anyway, je dis n'importe quoi ! Feel free to read it and share your feedback 🥰.

P.S.: English is my fourth language, so please excuse any mistakes!

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In the magnificent Spring Court, amidst magical gardens, Tamlin and Rosevela lay side by side on the soft grass before the Pool of Stars. The golden rays of the setting sun mingled with the silver glow of the rising moon, casting an ethereal shimmer on their skin. They looked almost celestial—the chosen High Lord of Spring and the chosen High Lady of Night—bathed in the combined light of the sun and stars.

Their connection ran deeper than the courts they were supposed to rule. It was a pull, stronger than anything their families or destinies could tear apart, stronger than even a mother's mating bond.

Tamlin's fingers brushed lightly along Rosevela’s arm, a delicate touch full of silent promise. “You look like you belong here, Viola,” he murmured, his voice soft with reverence. “Like you’re one of these stars.”

Rosevela turned her head, her eyes reflecting the starlight above. “And you,” she whispered, her smile tender, “you’re like the earth itself. Strong, steady, and endlessly kind. How did I get so lucky?”

He chuckled softly, tucking a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Silence settled between them—not awkward, but the kind that needed no words. Around them, pixies fluttered near the water, their laughter like the tinkling of bells. Little green goblins danced among the plants, adding to the dreamlike scene.

Rosevela sighed contentedly, taking it all in. “It’s so peaceful here. I could live in this quiet forever.” She glanced at him. “How have your brothers never found this place?”

Tamlin’s expression darkened for a moment, but there was a hint of humor in his voice. “Because they hate peace. They thrive in chaos and power. This place is too gentle for them. It’s why we’re safe here, Viola. They’d never think to look for us somewhere like this.”

Her smile faltered. “I wish I could stay here forever,” she whispered. “I hate it at home. My father’s always disappointed in me. Rhys and Cassian treat me like I’m fragile. Azriel… he’s even worse. Sneaking out gets harder every time.”

Tamlin grinned mischievously. “Why don’t you just kick their asses? I’ll help you out, especially with Rhys. I’ve been itching to punch him in the face.”

Rosevela laughed, giving him a playful shove. “Stop it, you goose. They’re still my brothers.”

“And you’re my woman,” he teased, his tone more serious. “I hate it when they underestimate you. You’re the chosen one, more powerful than any of them.”

She sighed again, frustration bubbling to the surface. “That’s exactly the problem. I’m the chosen High Lady in a court that still clips Illyrian women’s wings. It’s ridiculous.”

Tamlin’s gaze sharpened. “Has your power grown?”

She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes. I don’t know what will happen if it becomes obvious to my family.”

“Rhys wouldn’t harm you for that.”

“Not Rhys,” she said, her voice trembling. “But my father… if he knew his heir was a girl…”

Tamlin’s eyes flashed with anger. “Let him try. I’ll—”

“Tamlin, no,” Rosevela interrupted, shaking her head. “Your situation isn’t much better. What about your power? Is your father still suspicious?”

His lips pressed into a thin line. “He’s starting to suspect. It’s getting harder to hide.”

They shared a look of understanding, the weight of their responsibilities and dangers pressing heavily upon them.

“Isn’t it ironic,” she said with a sad smile, “that we were both chosen and burdened with powers we never wanted? It feels more like a curse than a blessing.”

“Vela,” Tamlin whispered, his voice filled with emotion and unsure what to say.

Rosevela’s eyes softened, and she placed her hand on his cheek. “Tamlin, nothing keeps us here. Why don’t we just... run away?”

His eyes widened. “What?”

“Neither of us is happy. Our powers, our courts, the rivalry between our families—it’s too much. We could leave it all behind. Find another court, somewhere no one knows us. I could paint, you could play music... We could live however we want.”

“Are you serious?” he asked, his heart pounding.

“As serious as I’ve ever been,” she said, his voice steady. “We could be free, Tam. Truly free.”

His smile faded, worry creeping into her expression. “But we’re the children of High Lords. No court would risk a war to protect us.”

Before she can says anything Tamlin stopped her by placing his index finger on her lips saying “We will never be free no matter where we go in Prythian, so this why we have to leave the whole continent”

Rosevela blinked, stunned. “Leave Prythian?”

“If we’re going to run, we need to do it right,” he said, a smile creeping back onto his face. “We can go anywhere, Vela.”

She hesitated for a long moment, then smiled softly. “If it means being with you, I don’t care where we go.”

"Crossing the humans land is too dangerous" Tamlin warned, his tone turning serious again. “but Hybren it's like the worst way of suicide.”

“Because of that vicious red-haired witch who lusts after you?” Rosevela’s eyes glinted. “I’ll break her neck myself.”

Tamlin laughed. “You don’t need to worry about her. You’re the only one I’ve chosen, isn’t that enough?”

“But......... you're right, crossing Hybern, or even the human lands, is risky.” she said.

“We’ll prepare for it. It’ll take time, but we’ll do it.”

She frowned, worry flickering in her gaze. “How much time? If your father’s suspicious, we may not have much left.”

He cupped her face gently, his eyes soft. “Please, Viola. Don’t worry. We’ll be fine.”

“I’m not trying to be pessimistic, but… what if something happens before we can leave? I feel like everyone and everything is against us even tho the mother. What if… the Mother binds us to someone else?”

“I don’t care about the Mother’s chosen mate for me if it isn’t you,” Tamlin said fiercely. He drew a dagger from his belt, cutting his palm. “I’ll make my own bond.”

He offered her the dagger, his eyes asking for her trust. She hesitated, then nodded, cutting her palm as well. He took her hand, their blood mixing together.

“I, Tamlin, give you, Rosevela, a part of my soul, my magic, my power. If I lose you, I’ll go mad before I ever love another.”

She felt his magic intertwine with hers, his power flowing into her veins. She was bound to him—and to the Spring Court. He had given her everything, without hesitation.

Her heart swelled, words failing her. She hugged him tightly, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He had given her everything, and she could only hold him close in return.

“I have the same fears as you,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her hair. “But we’ll make a bargain. One stronger than any magic.”

She pulled back, confused. “What kind of bargain?”

“With the Pool of Stars,” he said, glancing at the shimmering water. “It’s said to hold power older than the Cauldron itself.”

Tamlin looked to Rosevela like he wants her to look into his mind and she did. She saw what bargain he want to make, how far he want to go for her. And she accepted it .

She was ready to go with him to whatever land and risk everything, and this bargain is nothing compared to what she is ready to do for him.

Together, they rose and made their way down to the Pool of Stars, their injured palms extended over the shimmering water. Crimson droplets fell, mixing with the starlight reflected on the pool's surface, causing it to glisten with an ethereal glow.

“I, Tamlin, son of the Forest,” he declared, his voice resonating through the stillness of the night.

“And I, Rosevela, daughter of the Stars,” she echoed, her tone laced with solemnity.

“By the gods of this sacred pool, we beseech you,” they chanted in unison, “if one of us falls, let them be reborn as human. And no matter the distance or time, the other shall seek them out, restore their memories, and return them to their fae form. Accept our demand, and in time, we will return to you the glory and power stolen by the Cauldron.”

Their voices dissolved into the night, leaving only the quiet hum of the Pool of Stars. The water rippled, absorbing the magic of their words. A silvery light rose from the pool, enveloping them both. As the light faded, they felt a shift—a writing of the bargain etched in the very air. A constellation of stars traced a glowing mark on Tamlin’s palm, while roses bloomed across Rosevela’s hand.

Though the symbols slowly faded from their skin, they could feel the weight of the bargain anchoring itself deep within their souls. This was no ordinary bargain—this bond was forged by a magic far older, far stronger than anything they had known.

They turned to each other, eyes locking, understanding passing between them. Their fates were now entwined—irrevocably bound. Whatever the future held, they would find one another again, in life, in death, and beyond.

“I promise you,” Tamlin vowed softly, his voice thick with emotion, “I will never love anyone but you.”

“No matter what comes,” Rosevela whispered, her voice filled with unshakable conviction, “you are the only man I will ever choose.”

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Love You Like Oxygen - Chapter 2

Part 2/8 | Ao3

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Alanna opened her eyes to the quiet rolling of a scrap of parchment, shooting up in bed and searching for it madly. She snatched it from the air just as it was rolling off her side table and to the floor, nearly ripping it as she hurried to pull it open. 

Goodmorning, Little Spark. She grinned, stretching to grab a quill from her nightstand. 

Goodmorning, my light. Plans today? She sent the parchment back off into the air, laying back on her bed in the early morning sunlight as she waited for his reply. As always, she didn’t need to wait long. 

Meetings, meetings, dreadful meetings. I dreamed of you last night. Her heart fluttered in her chest. 

Oh? Do tell. 

That information is incredibly sensitive–court business–you understand. I’d only be able to tell you in person, you see. She laughed–such a terrible, horrid rogue of a male.

You’re incorrigible. Are we still okay for tonight?

I wouldn’t miss it for the world. See you in the normal place? 

She’d come to love the twisted oak tree on the far outer edge of their territory. It had become far too easy for her to sneak out past the wards and winnow the few miles out under the light of the stars to meet Helion in secret. 

Of course. I hope your meetings aren’t too terribly tedious. 

I’ll survive if only for the fact that I am able to spend my time thinking of you. 

Alanna was a goner, but that wasn’t news. 

In the months since the equinox ball, she’d done nothing but eat, sleep, and breathe thoughts of Helion. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his tall frame, broad shoulders, soft, dark skin. He was, without a doubt, the most beautiful male she’d ever beheld. And once she knew what his lips felt like against her skin, she hadn’t had a fighting chance. Every time they’d met, it was like a spell overcame her–all she could think about was his mouth on her, and her own on him. She wanted to touch, kiss, lick, and claim since the moment she first saw him, and the impulse seemed to grow more pressing each time he was in her presence. 

Alanna had grown up thinking that mating bonds were a myth. Raised in Autumn, she knew the only things in a marriage that were of any importance were nobility and breeding potential. As soon as she’d been old enough to be aware that she’d been female, she’d known that would be her duty in life: to marry as directed and stay silent for it. She’d never been under the misconception that she’d marry for love, but feeling that bond snap to life in her chest had changed everything she’d ever known. Helion had convinced his parents to negotiate multiple moves for her hand, each one rebuffed despite the requests coming from the family of a High Lord. Unfortunately, as a current High Lord, Beron had the advantage of station, and Day Court was still too different to be considered on the same level of nobility regardless. 

Still, Helion did not relent. He approached it all with optimism each time they spoke, so sure, so confident that he could sway her parents, so certain one day that they would belong to each other fully and in every way. He talked about their future in the Day Court, their mating ceremony, their children as though they were all sure things. A son, all golden skin and bright red hair and a killer sense of humor. A daughter, then, precocious and smart as a whip and with a natural hand for taming the Pegasi. Alanna giggled and smiled and entertained the thoughts, but she could never quite reach the level of optimism that Helion had. She’d grown up here in this cutthroat court, and she knew that it wasn’t only a matter of bidding, but a matter of pride. But still, it was hard to not catch the absolutely overwhelming and contagious hope and faith that Helion had, and more and more often she felt her thoughts drifting to that future as though it were a real possibility. The bond she’d only thought of as a storybook device was happening to her, for her, and she might have been one of the very few to actually find her soul match in this cruel and horrid world. He could take her from the dark dregs of Autumn and into a land he described as perpetual light. She could live a life she had absolutely never even dared to dream about with a male she truly loved. 

Alanna got up and dressed for the day, the traditional dresses of Autumn beginning to feel truly stifling for the first time in her life. She walked down the dark halls to the dining room, her mother and father already there eating. She didn’t see her sisters, but that wasn’t uncommon. Carissa and Emelia often slept later than she did. 

She bowed her head and dipped quickly in respect. “Mother. Father.” She turned to take her seat, the breakfast already laid out for her. There hadn’t been a chance to choose her own food at family meals since she was a child. The plates would always already be selected and laid out for her, and she’d be expected to only eat a third of what was there at most. She liked to gorge herself on sweets and cheeses and salted meats in the kitchen every chance she got. Not only because she loved the taste, but because she adored being able to spite her parents and the idiotic rules of Autumn at any given opportunity. 

“Alanna, a final decision has been made regarding your betrothal. A new bid was made, and final contracts are being drawn up as we speak. The betrothal will be official this evening, and the planning for the ceremony will commence in the coming week.” Her father’s voice had never inspired such hope in her before. 

Could it be? A new bid. 

She barely dared to dream. 

“Yes, father. Might I inquire on the new bid?” Her father scoffed–he didn’t believe in discussing financial decisions with females. He didn’t believe in doing much involving females, frankly, other than using them for children. As far as she knew, he’d never raised a hand to her mother, but their arrangement certainly wasn’t borne of love. 

“I suppose. He upped the bid to include new lands. He heard there was a bit of competition. Seems you might have inspired the Day Court to help our cause.” She swore she felt her heart whither and die in her chest. Beron. It was Beron. Back with more currency with which to purchase her. She could only bear to push her food around the plate for another few moments before excusing herself, claiming a headache, and returning to her room. She didn’t make it there before the tears began. 

They were big, hot, loathsome tears that fell hot against her cheeks. She shut her door and locked it behind her, pushing a great dresser in front of it. No one would bother her today. The sobs were wracking her body as she blindly reached for the parchment. 

They’ve accepted his offer–Beron has officially purchased me as his wife. The tears blotted out the ink as it sent, and she wondered distantly whether he could see them on his end. 

She’d already stripped her dress and buried herself under the covers to cry when the parchment returned. 

I will be there as soon as the sun sets, my love. We will find a way. 

Helion, so optimistic. She laughed despite herself through the tears. She’d been absolutely beside herself when she’d seen him slip past the tapestry into the dark alcove all those months ago–the most handsome male she’d ever beheld, those honey-colored eyes seeing straight into her soul. 

She hadn’t known what on earth had possessed her that night when she climbed into his lap, but the thrall of him hadn’t let her out of its grasps yet. Every single brush of his fingers lit something on fire within her, calling the ancient magic in her veins to twirl and dance. She never felt more alive than she did when she was with him, and now all that would be gone forever. Despite his endless optimism, Alanna was a realist. She understood how this court worked, and she knew if the ink was already drying, she as good as belonged to Beron, no matter what insane and lovely plan Helion hatched. 

She wasn’t ready to let him go, and she never would be, but she knew that was what tonight would need to be. It would need to be a goodbye. Her sobs began anew. 

I love you, Helion. I am so, so sorry. 

Her mate, the male she loved, would be nothing but a stranger to her soon. They’d be running in the high courts of Day and Autumn, forced to see the other live a life parallel to theirs from a distance. Running alongside the person they loved, but never touching again. The thought filled her with such misery that she thought she might cease to exist entirely. 

Little Spark, please don’t fret. I can feel your heart. I love you, and we will be back in each other’s arms soon. 

The response only brought her sobs anew as she tucked her face into the blanket and slept. When she awoke the sun was dipping below the horizon, draping the room in the golden glow of Autumn. She’d always found it so beautiful, but tonight it looked like a gilded cage as she dressed quickly, splashing water on her face and braiding her hair back as she quietly opened her balcony doors to flee into the evening. 

She’d been so scared the first night she’d done it–her heart beating like a racing rabbit in her chest the whole time and long afterwards. But it had been months of this now, and every week or so she’d sneak out to meet him, run her hands through his inky black hair beneath the stars. Press her mouth to his skin, inhaling that crisp scent of sun and sea and lavender. Tonight, she wasn’t scared, but her heart was back to beating from her chest. This would be a farewell, and she was heartbroken, but she planned to make it count. 

The second she left the wards, she winnowed out. The moon was just starting to rise in the sky, the pinks and oranges fading out to violets and indigos. She leaned against the trunk of the twisted oak, ancient and mighty and gnarled, and she waited. It wasn’t long before his scent hit her, and she smiled despite herself as he rounded the tree, taking her hand in his and pressing a sensual kiss to it as he bowed. 

“Good evening, love.” He rose back to his full height, taking steps to press in against her. 

“Hello, my light.” She rose on tiptoes to press her lips to his. The kiss deepened immediately, as it always did. For the months they’d been meeting her, they’d done everything short of sex, and that had taken every bit of both their willpower to hold back. He grabbed beneath her thighs, lifting her up against the tree and pushing in closer. She could feel his erection pressing against her, and she ground down against it, pulling a groan from his chest as his lips found her neck. 

What she wanted to say was how good he was at this, how every single touch of his set her heart and soul on fire. She wanted to tell him that he was made for her, and that she wanted this every day for the rest of her life. What she wanted to tell him was that she accepted their bond, and that no one else would come between them again. 

Instead, the tears burned in her eyes, and she croaked out “I don’t want this to be the end.” 

Helion pulled back immediately, pain in his eyes and painted across his furrowed brows. She buried her face in his neck before the sobs could come, and he held her close, pushing off from the tree and settling down to the ground in front of it instead, still holding her in his arms. He allowed his hands to stroke gently down her back, pressing kisses to her head. 

“Let’s run away together.” She whispered. 

“And where would we go, my love?” 

“I don’t know. Anywhere. I would follow you anywhere.” 

“If I brought you back to Day, it would be a war if they found out. Especially if the marriage certificate has already been signed.” 

“I know.” There was defeat in her voice. “There’s no way out, Helion.”

“I know.” She could hear the tears in his voice now, though she could not see his face. “I love you, Alanna. There will never be a day I do not love you.” She pulled back from him. 

“Then make love to me tonight.” He went to speak but she held up a hand and pressed her fingers gently to his lips. As if by reflex, he kissed them softly. “He will get everything else. He will own me like property, and he will get everything else. But he cannot have this, and he will never have my heart. It is yours, as it always has been, and as it always will be.” His warm, amber eyes were filled with unbearable pain, longing, and sadness, his beautiful cheekbones painted with tears, but he leaned forward anyway to catch her lips in his again.  

There, against the oak tree older than time itself, the two of them swore their bodies together, their souls, beneath the stars and moon. There were no witnesses, no binding legalities, but the magic between them sparked and shuddered, holding tight and melding as one, the threads of the bond between them strengthening and tightening until it held like steel. Neither one wanted to let go, but as the dawn showed signs of breaking over the horizon and their sleepy eyes found each other, they knew they had to say goodbye. 

Each tough lingered, each kiss bloomed into more, until finally there was no time left. 

“I will love you until every star has fled the sky, and then I will love you some more.” Her heart shattered as he pressed his lips to her hand one last time. 

“I’ll miss you until my last breath, my light. I love you.” The words were barely a whisper on her tongue as they passed into the world. 

And then, as the light of day broke into the world, Helion winnowed and the light fled out of hers.

Taglist: @cauldronblssd @dreaming-for-an-escape @clockwork-ashes @tele86 @julesofvolterra

[fl3shm4id3n]

𝓑𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓴𝓮𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓮𝓽𝓴𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓪 𝓟𝓵𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝓸𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓲

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛᴏɴᴏᴡᴀʀɪ x ʀᴏɴᴀʟ x ᴛᴀʟᴏᴋᴇᴀɴ! ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ꜱᴏɴɢ: ꜰᴏᴜᴅᴇQᴜꜱʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ɢÖʀᴀɴꜱꜱᴏɴ- ᴄᴏɴ ʟᴀ ʙʀɪꜱᴀ

Tw: some Wakanda Forever spoilers? Reader understands them, cussing,

Author’s note: Somewhat similar to the Atlantean story but this time reader is an adult and from Talokan, should I do a reader from Wakanda next?

P.s. I also come to realize that I’m still knew in writing Polyamorous relationships, sorry if my poly fics/hcs sound stale. 

Masterlist

You had landed on Pandora with your group, ever since the War between the Wakandans and the Talokans things haven’t been the same. You had left earth and explored some planets, to find better materials for better weapons. The technology back home was one of the bests, but the Wakandans were not dumb. Once your team was done with you all boarded the ships to leave. While on the air, something had been wrong with yours, you couldn’t explain what it was but you had to get out of the ship fast, if you didn’t you’d explode along with it. The only thing you got was your spear and an extra mask then jumped out just in time as it exploded. You had landed on the ocean, the problem was that now your team won’t be able to locate you due to your ship’s destruction.

You decided to look for a village or something, you weren’t going to just stick around in the ocean. So you began to swim, you took your mask underwater to swim better and able to breath the water. You swam for hours and hours until you had spotted a village, hopefully they’d help you. So you put your mask on and swam towards the shore. Then the villagers had spotted you, some began to circle you as you approached, others ran around to get other’s attention. Now you were standing in the middle of a crowd, of both children, teenagers and adults. They were eyeing you, seeing your blue skin, the jade earrings, the gills on your shoulders that were covered with the same breathing device. Not to mention your amour, your height, your different form of attire and you had your spear in hand. They didn’t miss your lack of tail, wide arms and wide eyes. The villagers had mumbled amongst each other. 

Until you were then approached by who you assumed where the leaders, a male and female. They had greeted you with their own greeting sign, while you did your own. “What is someone like you doing here?” Ronal had asked, which you responded “I’ve come very far, I don’t have a clue of where I am.” You said as the Female with tattoos surrounded you, walking around you to get a better look. She did not miss your blue skin, your gills that laid on your shoulders. “Where are you from?” she asked. “I am from the underwater city known as Talokan.” You said as you felt her touched your bone like armor then moved to your leather wrapped arms. “Hm, we have never seen anyone like you, ever” she said letting go your arm. “All I ask is for some refuge, I leave as soon as possible.” You had asked, this made Tonowari and Ronal looked at each other then at you.

“Hm, how are we sure that you won’t bring trouble?” Tonowari asked, not missing your spear. Then you got down on one knee, placing your spear down and faced down. “Me and my people come in peace, we’d hate to cause any trouble. I will not bring any trouble, and if any trouble is brought, then I will take full responsibility.” You said looking down, then Tonowari and Ronal looked at one another again, having a silent conversation, then they spoke. “You are to stay, but you’ll have to learn our ways, you will be treated as a sister here.” Tonowari said as you looked up at him. Bowing your head once again and thanked him and his mate. He had instructed his children Ao’nung and Tsireya to teach you. 

They had been kind enough to give your own Marui. It was different from your home back in Talokan, since you lived underwater where majority of the time it was dark, but it was nice feeling the sun on your skin.

You also got to know the leader’s family, his wife, Ronal, his son Ao’nung and his daughter Tsireya.

They often asked you question about Talokan and how the city underwater was compared to the one on the surface. The Tsahik was interested in your beliefs of a deity, you had told her your worshipped multiple deities, but the god you worshipped the most was the one known as  Ku'ku'lkán, The feathered serpent god.

You told her everything about your people’s history, from living on the lands to now under the sea. You’ve also mentioned her about Namor who is a demigod who represents Ku'ku'lkán, who is also the King of Talokan. 

Tonowari had been interested on your skills of combat and other skills you may know. When he had asked about what kind of creatures you rode, you told him that you didn’t ride an animal most of the time but you would ride a Killer Orca.

You had learn about their marine life, it was much more different then the one back home. They rode animals such as a Skimswim or an Ilu, well the Skimswims were more for the Adults and the Ilus for the children or teens.

Both their children Ao’nung and Tsireya would be the ones to ask you loads and loads of questions about Talokan. If you guys had a certain ability only you could do.

That was when you told them that your singing can attract people around you, Ao’nung wanted to see but you didn’t want to it would be a good idea.

Tsireya had thought you their form of sign language, another form of communication underwater. They couldn’t talk underwater like you.

When you’d take off your mask underwater, your skin would change another color, which caused both the interest of in Tsireya and Ao’nung. When they asked you about it, you told them the whole history and the reason why your skin changes from blue to another under water.

Since they had taught their sign language, you decided to teach the Yucatec. It was easy for them to learn since they thought it was almost similar to Na’vi.

You had loved the ilus, they were very precious animals to be around. Even though you couldn’t bond with them, you still swam with them or played with them. The Skinswim were a bit aggressive but you still tried to hang around them.

Some time had passed and their was no sign of anyone on your team, no one seemed to come looking for you.

You began to loose hope, that they were not coming for you, the must have assumed you were dead since your ship exploded and their was no way you could find every piece to put it back together. 

That night you had talk to Tonowari and Ronal about your doubts, they too had also noticed that their was no sign or anyone coming for you. Since you have spent time with them and not cause any trouble, they had allowed you stay permanently. You didn’t expect them to allow you to stay, which you were glad that you had found a new home, you will miss Talokan but who knows how long you’d be able to return.  For the time being, you began to act more like them, but you still stuck to your origin. You could live underwater but you preferred to live on the surface just like the rest of the people. Every now and then you’d go for a swim without your mask. Ever since you began decided to stay, both Tonowari and Ronal had began to get closer to you. They were the ones to teach you more about their culture and other things. 

It began with gifts, handmade gift. You’d often receive either a necklace, an anklet or a headpiece. You believed they were friendly gifts but you had noticed that gifts kept coming and coming. You knew who they were from since they were always delivered to you by both Tonowari and Ronal who’d give them to you. This gestures began to make you develop feelings for the couple, but you decided to return the gesture. When you’d go to hunt for food, you’d come back with a huge catch and give it to the family, saying that you caught it and that they should eat it. Next was a bracelet that you had on, it has been in the family for generations, made with jade and the string of the plant that made your skin turn blue. You had gifted to the couple as a Thank You gift for letting you stay. You’d also notice how one of them would wear it some days. 

 That afternoon you had been in the marui of Tonowari and Ronal, they had been asking you something about how you felt and how things had been going on since your stay. You admitted that you loved being in the village, that you felt as if you had never left home. What you didn’t expect was what came next, turned out that both the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik had grown feelings towards you, this caught you by surprise since you never expected two being to fall for you. You also had grown feelings for the couple, but you knew that your feelings should never be since they’re mated for life from what you heard Tsireya mention. At first you weren’t sure if it was okay but they had mentioned that it was your choice to make, that they weren’t going to force you into anything, but you had accepted them. Afterwards they had talked with both Ao’nung and Tsireya about your new relationship, this was new to them since they’ve only ever just seen their two parents, but now you had been added. They had no problem since it was yours and their parents relationship. You had moved in to the family’s Marui the next day.

Ronal had encouraged you to wear their attire of clothing, at first you weren’t so sure since their attire was a bit different from yours. You were basically covered up while they showed almost everything, you did dress like them in way that was comfortable for you.

Just like before, Ronal likes to be the one to weave your clothes. In return you’d also make sure some things using whatever materials you could find around the beach. 

You’d weave your own clothes but added both Metkayina and Talokan cultures together, Ronal had been the one to help you make your attire. She knew that you still believed in your gods, but she also had taught you about Eywa and other things.

Tonowari had learned about your hunting skills and your hand to hand combat. He had wanted you to show him what you could do, which you did. He was impressed how someone of your size had manage to bring such a big man down.

Since then he had began to spar with you more with the excuse that you should learn more skills. But you know full we he likes it when you kick his ass.

One day he had decided to take you on a ride on the Skimswin, at first you scared since you aren’t used to flying, but it turned out to be fun feeling the air hit your face.

When you’d go for a swim, they’d also go with you or if the both can’t make it together, one will go with you. They liked to see how your blue skin into your natural skin. 

Since you’re shorter than the couple, Tonowari somewhat teases you for it. Not in a mean way but in cute way, he finds your height since. Ronal comes to the recue if Tonowari keeps teasing you. 

You had meet the Tulkun who by the looks of it, they resembled whales, but different. Turns out they were considered the Metkayina’s brothers and sisters. Back home you’d consider all marine life as your brothers and sister since you both shared the same ocean. 

You had met both Tsireya’s, Ao’nung and Tonowari’s spirit sister and brothers, along with Rao who had been pregnant at the time. 

When the Sullys had arrived, you were with Tonowari to greet them. They were caught by surprise seen someone like you living amoung them. They had asked for refuge, but both Tonowari and Ronal had a bit of an issue, since Jakesully was involved with Surface dwellers and his family was in danger.

Ronal did not want them to stay since she fears that they might bring their war here, but Jakesully was done with war, and he wanted to keep his family safe from danger.

You and Tonowari then made eye contact with Ronal, to try and come to agreement involving them staying, but Ronal looked at you a bit longer then finally agreed. 

Back at the Marui, you, Ronal and Tonowari had a talk about the new Family. She explained that she did not want their problems coming over here, but you told her that they won’t to try and ease her nerves. 

She had then decided to give them a chance to at least adapt like the rest of the people.

[chwlb]

Jily. (Im not Ready for October)

James grew his hair out for Lily, and she’d always put little French braids in it before bed so he’d have curly hair in the morning (he went around telling people that he took a potion his father made that magically made his hair curly (remus didn’t let that rumor last long before dunking James’s head into water and let everyone watch as his hair dried curl-less))

When James and Lily got married Sirius asked to be a flower girl at their wedding as a joke and to his surprise Lily was the one who said yes (not James because he wanted Sirius to be best man) so then remus got elected best man and they let Sirius walk down the Isle with Fabian’s daughter Alleen.

——

When the preacher said “speak now or forever hold your peace” remus activity stared down everyone of their friends knowing damn well they’d try that shit as a joke, just for Lily to say “Well… Remus is pretty fit” and obviously that causes a uproar (jokingly) and Remus laughing alongside the rest of them just for James to pop up with “I know right, Almost went for him in 4th year” which left everyone bursting in laughter but him. Which led him to say “kiss your god damn wife potter”

And James bantering back

“Oh please moony, I will. All. Night. Long.”

*insert kissy kiss*

When Wiloa was little they would sneak away with their uncles to OOTP meetings and Lily would always find them, so they’d have to pull them off and lecture them about how they can’t hide away here because they could get hurt. But after a while, gave in and let them stay. Soon enough James found them and he’d always sneak them off and back home because he understood what it was like to be curious at a young age and how dangerous curiosity could be. But basically Wiloa was Jily’s practice child.

Lily would always show James muggle things. When they moved in together he stood flicking the ceiling fan on and off for about 30 minutes (while Lily recorded him like he was a cat) James had 100% become accustomed to muggle life, and at some points entirely forgot he was a wizard. (He got really excited when he remembered he was magic and could turn into a fucking deer)

James tried helping Lily become an Animagus but she couldn’t keep the leaf in her mouth past two days so she eventually just spit it out and told James “look I give up, as long as you don’t turn into a fucking elk while we’re fucking I’m good” and james’s only response was “I’m a DEAR darling get it right” in a posh mid-Atlantic accent.

When James proposed Lily made a joke about him preposing before she KNEW he was proposing so it went something like this

*at a lake during a very pretty sunset*

“Lillian, I really need to ask you something” James asked with a cherishing smile

“James, darling you can ask me anything as long as you don’t propose” She joked

She then turned around to see the look of utter shock and hurt in his eyes. And realized. He was going to propose.

“No, no, no. I didn’t say anything, what were you asking? I’ll turn back around!”

She then turned back around with a static giggle bouncing through her bones. He knew she loved him.

“Lillian,” he said while grabbing her arm and turning her around gently “My darling, you’ve made me the happiest man on earth. And I know it’s the most cliche thing to say, but my words have never heard more truth than this. I can’t bare the thought of life without the light of your eyes shining in mine. I can’t stand mornings after without your sweet touch curled next to mine. And I’ll never see another gorgeous evening like this again if your gracing beauty isn’t touching it. So Please, Lillian Jane Evans, Will you marry me? And be my wife, and I’ll be yours”

The first thing she could do was fall into his arms, and his warm gentle kiss. Tears flowed down her eyes and he placed the ring on her finger.

“Shit!” James Said unexpectedly “I forgot to get down on one fucking knee”

Lily giggle at her new found fiancé, he could be a stupid man, but he was HER stupid man.

“So, you’ll be my wife” Lily said excitedly

“What?!” James burst out laughing

“Well you said ‘be my wife, and I’ll be yours’ so I assume you’ll be my wife, correct?”

And with those words, James knew he chose the right woman.

[lastbluetardis]

Sacred New Beginnings (18/?)

Summary: James Noble thought he traded away his chance at love and a happy-ever-after when he signed a contract with a record label that turned him into an international celebrity. But a chance meeting in a dive bar may prove him wrong.

Ten x Rose AU

This Chapter: Teen, ~4900 words

AO3 || Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | Ch11 | Ch12 | Ch13 | Ch14 | Ch15 | Ch16 | Ch17 |

It was no hyperbole for James to say that the next six weeks were some of the best of his life. He worked hard to stay in the present, to file the memories he was making with Rose into his brain to be pulled out again at a later date when things got bad (because inevitably things always got bad, didn’t they?) He cataloged every laugh, every smile, every touch, basking in the high of new love.

His relationship with Rose had become the most important thing in his life, and he would protect it fiercely with every bone in his body. The media had caught on to that fact; as a result, more and more articles were coming out, wondering where he was and what he was doing. They ranged from wild speculations that he had been pulled into nefarious schemes, to softer and sweeter (and more accurate) speculations that he was love-sick. The paps still called her his mysterious blonde, which had become a running joke between them, with Rose calling him her mysterious beau.

His fans had also noticed his public absence. In the past, he could often be found wandering London and sampling its pleasures with whomever he happened to be dating at the time. But with his desire to keep Rose away from the cameras, they were sneaking around or hanging out in each others’ homes far away from any hope of discovery. His fans were discussing among themselves about whether he was working on a super secret project, or if he was ill, or if he’d stepped away from music altogether.

While he yearned to soothe their worries, he didn’t want to jeopardize this pseudo-peace he had found with Rose. They obviously couldn’t keep going as they were forever—he would want to take Rose all across the globe with him whenever her schedule allowed for it. He wanted to show her all the places she’d never been to but wanted to go. He wanted her to watch him on tour, wanted to see her face in the crowd beside the family and friends he’d invited to his show. He wanted to bring her along as his plus-one to the formal events and galas he was regularly invited to.

But not yet. Baby steps. He knew they first needed to continue building and strengthening the foundations of their relationship, and unlike all of his previous failed attempts at love, he wanted these first few months to be just theirs and no one else’s.

As November drew to a close, he slowly began to integrate Rose into his private life by introducing her to the people he trusted to keep the secret. His mates were thrilled that he seemed to have found “a good one” (their words), and he couldn’t bring himself to do anything more than grin like an idiot. Rose really was a good one—the best one.

“She’s good for you, mate,” Ian told him when his friends began to depart from his birthday dinner. “You act more yourself around her.”

“What do you mean, I always act myself,” he protested, frowning.

Barbara, Ian’s fiancée, patted his cheek softly while she kissed his other cheek. “You think you do. But remember, we’ve known you since puberty.”

He grimaced and shooed his two oldest friends out of his house so he could celebrate the remainder of his birthday alone with Rose.

His record label seemed surprised but overall indifferent to Rose. James didn’t know what he expected, really; they’d always made it clear that his personal life was his own to do with as he wished, but the moment he started looking bad for the label, they would put him on a short leash.

Nevertheless, it was a relief for them to be privy to the knowledge that he wanted Rose to remain a secret from the public for as long as possible. They also didn’t mind that his productivity had slowed down. Since the bulk of the work for his next album was complete, it wouldn’t take too much longer to get it produced, polished, and published.

Rose didn’t yet want to introduce him to any of her friends, and he wavered between hurt and guilt, wondering in equal measure if Rose was embarrassed to be dating him or wishing she could have a normal boyfriend she could show off to her mates.

But at the same time, he understood. With too many people in the know, it would be far too easy for word to leak about their relationship, and before they knew it, paparazzi would be battering down their doors to interrogate them. His friends had years of practice (and several awkward or painful missteps along the way) with keeping aspects of his life a secret, while hers didn’t. He would let Rose decide the pace with which they broadcast their relationship to others.

It was like he was living in a dream, and while he existed in a state of euphoria for most of the day, there were times when a lingering doom would settle over him as he wondered when their bubble of joy would pop. It was as though a great storm was approaching, but he couldn’t predict when or where or how it would happen.

He always knew he and Rose were teetering on the edge of discovery. One moment of being in the wrong place at the wrong time beside someone with a camera, and the game was up. One person would be all it took to have his paradise come crashing down around him.

But James never expected that person to come in the form of Jacqueline Tyler.

oOoOo

It has been nine days, eleven hours, and twenty-eight minutes since he last saw Rose, (not that he’s counting), when they snuck into the back of a darkened cinema to watch the Catalysis film together. The theater had been mostly empty, thanks to it being noon on a weekday and the film having been out for a month and a half. Rose’s school was closed for the day due to a water main break that left several city blocks without running water.

When she’d texted him that morning telling him the news, he couldn’t help but want to spend the entire day with her because he would be off that night traveling to a few cities across Asia for more film promotion and some early holiday concerts, mostly to raise money for charities. Everyone was more generous in December, and James wasn’t above being used to draw people in to watch him perform for a half hour.

The trip also served to satisfy his fans that he was, in fact, alive and well. The hashtag #WelcomeBackJames was trending on Twitter for half a day when he made his first stop in Tokyo. His social media was flooded with photos of himself either performing on stage, posing for a photoshoot, or taking selfies with fans. For the first time in a long while, he looked healthy. His eyes shone with joy and his skin had a glow to it that he hadn’t realized was missing.

When he took part of a morning to do a photoshoot for a Japanese magazine, his makeup artists barely had to touch his face like they usually did to soften the sharp gauntness of his cheeks or conceal the dark shadows beneath his eyes. After some of the photos had been released, Rose had sent him one where he was clad in nothing but a pair of low-slung jeans that showed off the jut of his hip bones and teased at the happy trail that disappeared beneath the denim. The photo had been heavily edited to make his skin tanner than it was and to highlight abdominal muscles he definitely didn’t have.

Can I get your ab regimen? “How to get abs of steel in 48 hours” from James Noble, she had texted.

He snorted. “Sorry, it’s a trade secret.”

Hmm. I’ll give you a bj for it? 🍆

His stomach swooped teasingly, and he banished the memories of Rose’s mouth on his cock before they could take root.

“Deal. The trick is being a multi-millionaire with a phenomenal make-up team and photographers who know how to use photoshop. BJ when???”

When you come home 💜

Home. It’s funny that when he thought of home, it wasn’t his house that came to mind. It was her—her smile and her laugh, the warmth of her embrace and the passion in her lips and the tenderness of her touch. And as excited as he was to visit east Asia, he was more excited to return to Rose.

Presently, now that he’s home, he aches to see her again. He returned three days ago, but Rose has been recovering from some respiratory illness her plague-riddled students passed on to her. While he respected her wishes for him to stay away for a few more days, he misses her. Their late-night phone calls were just enough to take the edge off, but he longs to see her in person, to hold her in his arms and kiss her deeply and slowly until they’re both starved for breath.

It’s Friday evening, and James is in the recording studio, snacking on a packet of crisps to tide him over until dinner time and plonking away on the piano, trying to put his finger on what is missing from the latest song he’s recording. Every time he tries to focus on what doesn’t sound right, it slips farther and farther away, like trying to catch wisps of mist with his fingertips.

He groans dramatically and gets up from his piano bench to flop even more dramatically onto his sofa. He shoves the remaining few crisps into his mouth and sullenly chews while replaying the melodies over and over in his head, trying to map slight variations on top of each other to fix whatever is dissatisfying him. But it doesn’t work, and he only succeeds in giving himself a minor headache and a bone-deep frustration.

Fuck it. It’s Friday, and he’s going home.

Unless…

He snags his phone from the table and opens his messaging thread with Rose.

“I know you said to wait until this weekend when you’re feeling better. But it’s practically already the weekend, innit? Can I come over for a bit? Or pick you up and we can go to my house?”

James drums his fingers across his thighs while he waits for her answer. Now that he’s got it in his head that he might be seeing Rose within the hour, he’s impatient to get to her.

His phone vibrates in his palm, and her message sinks his spirits.

Sorry, I can’t. I’m babysitting my little brother for the night. Mum and Dad have Friday date night, and their usual sitter came down with the flu. Tomorrow. I promise xo.

James sighs and rubs his fingers into his eyes.

“It’s fine. I understand. Tomorrow first thing? 🥺”

Oh, that’s so pathetic! Yes, first thing tomorrow. Pick me up at 9?

“On the dot,” he confirms.

He rests his phone beside him on the sofa cushion. Now what? Go home to an empty house and cook up whatever his personal assistant planned for him? Or maybe he can see if any of his friends are up for a night out. His week-long excursion to Asia scratched the itch of wanting to socialize, but he wants more. He’s always been extroverted in nature, loving the energy of a crowded pub or some similar venue, and while he would never regret these quieter, calmer weeks with Rose, he misses the former bustle of his social life.

James pulls open the group chat with his local famous friends, but before he can ask if any of them want to meet him at a pub, he gets a new message from Rose.

I mean… I don’t suppose you’d mind a 4-year-old third-wheeling us if you came ‘round?

A grin steals across his face. “Not in the slightest. Though it does put a damper on my plan to ravish you thoroughly and filthily the moment I see you 😏”

Well, what if I told you Tony will be gone by 9pm? 🍆

“I suppose the ravishing could be postponed ‘til then 🐱👅💦” He sends the text, then a thought occurs to him. “Does this mean you want to introduce me to your family?”

The three dots that indicate Rose is typing pulse across his screen for many long seconds before she answers, Yeah, I think I do. At least preliminarily. We can do a longer introduction later.

He beams at his phone screen. “Perfect. Can’t wait. I’ll come by right now. See you soon! 💜”

James hurriedly packs away the instruments and equipment he’d used that day before bolting out of the building and to his car, praising his lucky stars that he’d chosen today of all days to drive himself to the studio. He would have gone half-mad waiting for his driver to trek to him amidst Friday rush hour traffic. As it is, he goes half-mad inching through the rush hour traffic on his way to Rose’s flat.

Finally though, he arrives, and he battles the climb up to the tenth storey. It’s only when he knocks on her door that he belatedly thinks he should have offered to pick up dinner. No time for it now, not as Rose swings open her front door and ushers him inside.

When the door snicks shut behind him and she fastens the lock, he folds her into his arms and simply holds her for several long seconds, tucking his nose into her hair to breathe her in. She embraces him just as tightly, rocking slowly from side to side.

“I missed you,” she murmurs into his neck. There is still a faint, throaty rasp to her voice leftover from her bout of illness, and if he’s being perfectly honest, there is something incredibly sexy about it.

“And I you.”

He pulls back only far enough to cradle her jaw in his palm and angle her face up for a sweet kiss that he works to keep chaste. She melts into him, bracing her hands on his shoulders to kiss him back, matching his pace. Heat unfurls through him, gentle yet delicious. Before his desire can overtake him, he pops their mouths apart to rest his forehead to hers.

She nudges the tip of her nose into his before backing up a step. “C’mon. Tony’s in the kitchen havin’ some hotdogs and cheesy potatoes.”

Rose takes him by the hand and guides him to her kitchen table, where a small blond-haired boy sits perched on several pillows on top of a chair to get him to the proper height to reach the table. He’s watching a cartoon on a tablet, so transfixed that he doesn’t even notice their presence.

“Tony? I’ve got someone for you to meet,” Rose says, releasing James’s hand to step closer to her brother. “Can we pause Peppa for a moment, please?”

“I guess,” the boy says with a dramatic sigh. He reaches out with grubby fingers to pause the video, then pivots in his seat, causing the pillows to shift slightly with his movements. He meets James’s eye and blinks. “Who’re’you?”

“This is James,” Rose says, touching his upper arm as she says his name. “Remember I said he’d be hangin’ out with us tonight. He’s my boyfriend. Can you say hi?”

“Hi,” Tony obliges. “D’you like Peppa?”

James scratches the back of his neck. “Can’t say I’ve ever watched Peppa. What’s it all about?”

Tony lights up and launches into a half-coherent rambling about the show and the characters. James barely follows what the boy is saying, but judging from the interactions he’s had with some of his friends’ kids, it doesn’t really matter.

“Come come come,” Tony says, patting the table beside him. “You can watch Peppa too. Come on!”

Rose flashes him an apologetic smile, but James waves her off and pulls up a chair to sit beside the child.

“This one’s my fav’rite,” Tony says, returning to the tablet and starting the episode.

“They’re all your favorite,” Rose mutters. She steps up behind James and lightly links her arms around his neck, resting her chin atop his head. He leans into her while an anthropomorphic pig appears on the screen.

“Is that Peppa?” he asks.

Tony giggles. “Nooooo, silly, tha’s Chloe!”

“God, I can’t believe you didn’t recognize that’s Chloe,” Rose drawls in his ear.

He reaches back to pinch her bum as he says to Tony, “Oh, right, silly me. Of course I can see that’s Chloe now.”

Tony absently swings his feet and nibbles on a hotdog. “There. Tha’s Peppa.”

Rose continues to hold James in a backwards hug while the three of them watch the brief episode together. When it ends, Rose ruffles Tony’s hair and says, “I’m gonna steal James back, all right? We need to make grown-up food.”

“You don’ wan’ hotdogs?” Tony asks, frowning.

Rose grimaces. “Nah, remember big sissy doesn’t like those.”

Tony simply blinks owlishly at her, as if he couldn’t possibly understand why anyone wouldn’t like hotdogs. James, meanwhile, catalogs that factoid of Rose into his memory bank.

“After dinner, why don’t we all play a game?” Rose suggests. 

“Okay,” Tony says brightly, and he returns his attention back to Peppa Pig.

James follows Rose the short distance to the kitchen, where, together, they chop, season, then cook the ingredients for fajitas.

The knife is an extension of his hands as he neatly slices and dices. He hardly realizes Rose is watching him until she asks, “Have you always been this comfortable in a kitchen?”

He glances over at her lumpy attempts at cubed chicken.

“Don’t laugh, but I actually took cooking lessons a couple years ago,” he admits, faint heat crawling up his cheeks.

“Why would I laugh?”

He ignores the jabs his friends made when he told them he was learning to cook.

“Just hire a chef…”

“Just order in…”

“Just find a wife…”

His famous friends didn’t understand why he didn’t hire someone to cook for him, and his non-famous friends didn’t understand why he would want to learn a skill they would all kill not to need to use.

James shrugs. “I like the idea of knowing how to cook. My luck might run out, and this time next year, I’ll be a washed-up has-been who needs to get by like a normal person, which includes knowing how to cook and use ingredients efficiently. And it’s healthier than dining out all the time. I struggled with proper nutrition when I first became famous.”

Rose comes up beside him and, careful of the knife, hugs one of his arms. She plants a kiss to his shoulder.

“Makes sense. You’ll have to teach me one day. But not tonight, I’m starving and in no mood for lessons.”

He snorts and bumps his hip into hers to get her to take a step away so he can reach for the onion that needs chopping.

The flat is soon filled with the sound of sizzling chicken, and it smells absolutely divine. The meat and spice scent reminds him of their date at Cocinara.

“Let’s go out to dinner sometime soon,” he suggests. “I know we’re trying to keep a low profile, but I’d really like to take you out. We can get all dressed up and get wasted on fancy champagne and stuff ourselves on fancy hors d'oeuvres and order fancy meals that come on fancy plates that look too fancy to eat. I know some places. I can book a reservation in a private area where we can go unnoticed.”

“James, you don’t need to convince me,” Rose says gently, resting her hand on his forearm to pause his rapid-fire speech. She then flashes him a cheeky smile. “You had me convinced at the promise of champagne. And dear God, would you please stop saying ‘fancy’?”

“You don’t fancy it?” he quips, giggling as she rolls her eyes and halfheartedly swats his chest.

When their dinner is finished, they each struggle to enfold the sauteed chicken and veggies into a tortilla shell until they give up and shred their tortilla atop a pile of fajita innards. Tony has left his perch at the kitchen table and is instead curled on the sofa with the iPad, still wholly consumed by Peppa Pig.

Rose clears her brother’s empty plate from the table. While in the kitchen, she grabs a bottle of pink wine and two glasses, and pours them both healthy measures. They clink their glasses in a dainty toast before tucking into their meal.

They don’t speak while they eat, but James has never felt more comfortable. There have been dates he’d gone on where he felt the need to fill every awkward silence because it was too stifling. But not here. Not now. Not with Rose.

He stretches his legs towards hers and lets his toes tap an absent beat against her feet while they eat. The beat turns into the rhythm of the song he tried (and failed) all day to tweak.

“D’you wanna see the recording studio?” he blurts. “I could show you how the sausage gets made.”

“You mean you don’t just sing into a microphone and magically have an album?” she drawls.

“Enh, that’s really the general gist of it. Just with some fancier gadgets. So… wanna see the studio? I’m sure there’s a “take your girlfriend to work” day coming up soon.”

Rose cackles. “Next time school’s off, I’ll come by. During the winter holiday, maybe.”

He makes a mental note about it, and is suddenly impatient for the next couple weeks to pass. While he genuinely does want to invite her into his professional life, his ulterior motive for showing her the studio is to present his half-finished album to her, to seek her blessing about creating music that captures and immortalizes the beginnings of their relationships.

When their food is eaten and the dishes are piled into the sink to do later, James and Rose join Tony in the living room. He finally puts the iPad aside and asks, “Can we play Jus’ Dance?”

James perks up. “Ooh, yes please!” He turns to Rose and affects his best pout.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” she says.

She opens the little cabinet door of the entertainment center her TV sits atop of to reveal an older-model gaming unit.

“Is that a genuine antique Wii?” James gasps.

Rose sticks her tongue out at him. “Shut up. I found one cheap online and got it so I could entertain this little terror when he comes to visit.”

Tony is utterly oblivious to his sister’s comment and is instead preemptively gyrating his hips, dancing to music that exists solely in his head. He puts lyrics to that music and is soon crooning in a long, off-key babble, “Gonna play Jus’ Dance. Gonna dance wi’ sissy. Gonna dance wi’ James. Gonna dance and dance ‘til it’s bedtime and Mummy comes and I go home and sleep in my big boy bed.”

“All right, big boy, you first,” Rose says, loading up the game.

There is a wide selection of songs from the 90’s and early 2000s; James notices she picks a child-appropriate song for her brother to play. Tony eagerly grabs the Wii remote and vaguely follows the on-screen dancer, choosing instead to move his body however he sees fit. The pure joy and delight radiating from the boy is infectious, and before they know it, he and Rose are mirroring Tony’s wild movements and giggling uncontrollably.

“Your turn!” Tony pants, pink-faced.

James accepts the nunchuk and selects a song for himself.

They pass nearly two hours in this fashion, trading off the controller between the three of them. James is amazed by (and slightly envious of) how much stamina Tony has. It’s only when the clock strikes 8:30 that he seems to have hit a wall. He throws himself onto the sofa and announces, “My legs are out of breath.”

Rose grins. “Yeah, mine are too. How ‘bout you, James.”

“So out of breath,” he agrees.

“Let’s sneak in a bit of ice cream before Mummy comes to get you, eh?” Rose suggests.

“Yay! Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream! Choc’late?”

“Of course. Only the best for my Tony.” Rose glances at James. “Want some?”

He nods, and powers down the Wii before settling onto the sofa beside Tony.

“That was fun. Good choice, little man.”

“It’s my fav’rite,” Tony says, still lying in a heap on the sofa. He peers up at James with giant brown eyes that are a few shades darker than Rose’s. “Are you an’ sissy in love?”

James balks. For a split second, he nearly spits out the reactionary retort he gives paparazzi, but mercifully catches himself.

He’s just a child. Of course he isn’t fishing for information. He’s just a child.

“Er, yeah, we are,” he answers, scratching at the back of his neck, as though that will stop his skin from prickling.

Tony beams. “Are you gonna get married?”

James doesn’t have a chance to respond, since Rose chooses this moment to enter the living room juggling three bowls. Her cheeks are pink, and she flashes him an apologetic smile before setting one of the bowls on the coffee table.

“Bum on the floor,” she tells her brother, who is already in motion to sit in front of his ice cream.

She then hands James his ice cream and settles into the spot her brother vacated.

“Sorry ‘bout him,” she murmurs in an undertone.

James shakes her head. “Children don’t know any better. No filter at that age. Not that I’m one to talk. My filter hasn’t developed even by age twenty-seven.”

Rose visibly relaxes, and the three of them sit in comfortable silence, enjoying their dessert.

The entire lower half of Tony’s face is covered in sticky chocolate by the time he’s done, so Rose marches her brother down the hall to clean him up while James takes it upon himself to start the washing up. He cleans up the droplets of melted ice cream from the coffee table, then does all of the dishes piled up by the sink.

Washing dishes has always been a mindless task for him, and tonight is no different. While he runs through the motions of washing and rinsing, his mind wanders absently, wondering what he and Rose can do together tomorrow, wondering where he can take her out to dinner, wondering if, as Tony said, Rose might want to marry him some day.

He never put much thought into marriage; it was something that either happened or didn’t. He has never had the deep and desperate desire to get married; all he ever wanted is to find a partner he loves with his whole self, and who loves him with their whole self. Whether that is made legally official with legally binding documents, or whether it’s a vow of commitment made between him and his partner, he doesn’t care.

But does Rose care? Does Rose want the big fancy wedding with the big fancy dress? He supposes he ought to find out. Really, he ought to find out a lot more than what he already knows. How much does he even know about Rose? What are her hopes and dreams and aspirations? Where does she want her life to be in five years? In ten? Does she want children? Does he want children?

He tries to imagine himself in ten years’ time, just like this, with Rose bathing their child or putting them to bed while he does the evening chores, and he just… he can’t see it.

He tries again and again, despite a little voice in the back of his mind that tells him that this doesn’t matter because he doesn’t know what Rose wants, and yet it makes no difference. Because what if Rose really, really wants children? What if having children is a deal breaker for her? Would he be okay with having kids? Would he be okay with not having kids? Do most twenty-seven-year-olds know by now if they want kids??

James has been absently scrubbing the same bowl for nearly five minutes, and he realizes Rose and Tony have been gone for quite a while.

But he barely finishes that thought when he hears the metallic jangle of a key in a lock, and suddenly Rose’s front door swings open. James’s heart is hammering as he is jarred back to the present. He sets the ultra-clean bowl into the sink and grabs a towel to dry his hands.

“Sorry we’re late. Traffic was a nightmare, you wouldn’t believe—”

A middle-aged blonde woman that James recognizes is standing just inside the front door beside a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair. James freezes as the woman’s eyes lock onto him and turn to ice.

“You!” she snarls, and stalks towards James. He shrinks away, but the sharp edge of the countertop bites into the small of his back, preventing his retreat. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my daughter’s flat?!”