#Stayed together for 123 Days

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 10: xoxo, barbie series masterlist

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 10! i recommend listening to marjorie by taylor swift to this chapter so u feel the vibe.

TWITTER, july 19

INSTAGRAM, july 19

liked by camilamorrone, lewishamilton, and 6,348,164 others

yourinstagram just wrapped up the european leg of the Eras Tour, and my heart is bursting with gratitude and emotion. this journey has been an extraordinary one, and i couldn't have asked for a more incredible audience to share it with. 

last night, we closed out this chapter in the city where my mother was born, and i have no words to express how special it was. the energy, the love, and the connection we shared in that moment made it the best show of my life.

to everyone who came out to the shows, sang along, danced, and created memories with us, thank you from the bottom of my heart. your passion and support have been the driving force behind every performance, and i’m endlessly grateful for the moments we've shared together. 

this tour has been a journey of self-rediscovery and growth, and i’m so lucky to have such an amazing team by my side. the dedication, creativity, and hard work they've poured into every detail have made this experience truly magical. 

as we move forward to the next leg of the tour, i carry with me the love and warmth of each city we've visited. your energy and enthusiasm have fueled my spirit, and i can't wait to see where the Eras Tour takes us next. 

from the bottom of my heart, thank you for being a part of this adventure. let’s continue to make memories, share moments, and celebrate the magic of music together. here's to the journey ahead! 🦋🫧

Comments hidden from this post.

INSTAGRAM, july 20

yourstory 8h

viewed by henrycavill, aarontaylorjohnson, and 4,563,134 others

yourstory 8h

viewed by carlossainz, gretagerwing, and 4,17,123 others

INSTAGRAM, july 20

liked by landomybbgirl, f1ewis, and 612,122 others

enews click link in bio to read everything we know so far about the controversy that is y/n l/n’s and charles leclerc’s breakup.

View all 123 comments

dutchverstappen_ n e ways…

ripy/nsferrariera CAUSE KARMA IS MY BFFFF

leclerc16ferrari i love charles but to say this isn’t well deserved would be lying 💀

INSTGRAM STORIES, july 20

yourstory 58m

viewed by rudeth, badbunnypr, and 1,578,193 others

yourstory 28m

viewed by landonoriss, authurleclerc, and 643,183 others

TWITTER, july 20

INSTAGRAM july 21

liked by selenagomez, ana_d_armas, and 9,449,167 others

yourinstagram happy birthday to my guardian angel! today, as i celebrate another year of life, i can't help but remember the incredible woman who brought me into this world. we share the same birthday, and though you're not physically here with me, i feel your presence in every beat of my heart.it’s been 15 years since you left us, but your love, guidance, and beautiful spirit have never faded from my life. you were not just my mom; you were my best friend, my confidante, and my rock. losing you at the age of 12 was the most challenging thing i’ve ever faced, but i’ve carried your strength and love with me every step of the way.you were there for all my firsts - my first day of school, my first dance recital, my first guitar lesson. you taught me kindness, compassion, and the importance of staying true to myself. your unwavering support and belief in me still resonates deeply, even when life feels overwhelming. i often find myself looking up at the night sky, knowing that you're shining down as one of the brightest stars. your light continues to guide me, reminding me that no matter how tough life gets, i have your love to carry me through.so, here's to you, mom - the strongest, most beautiful soul i’ve ever known. thank you for being my guardian angel and for making every birthday feel like a celebration of your love and spirit.

wishing i could hug u one last time,

your y/n/n. 🤍

Comments on this post have been limited

fernandoalonso she’s watching over you and she’s so proud of how far you come. she’s by your side always, front row at all of your concerts. forever with you wherever you go, your guardian angel

bellahadid she’s so proud of u, babe. we all are 🖤

sabrinacarpenter happy birthday 💗

TWITTER, july 21

INSTAGRAM, july 21

liked by tchalamet, carlossainz, and 15,732,135 others

yourinstagram oh god, i’ve cried at least 3 times trying to type this so hopefully fourth times the charm.

as i take a moment to reflect on my unforgettable journey on the set of Barbie, my heart is overflowing with emotions. i can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the incredible opportunity i was given and the remarkable people who made it all possible. 

to the extraordinary visionary, greta gerwing, thank you for trusting me with the role of Barbie and for guiding me through this artistic voyage. barbie played a big role in my life as a little girl, i adored every barbie film series and for you to chose me as you barbie is something i will always be in debt to you for. your passion and creativity was infectious, and i’m forever grateful for the chance to collaborate with such a talented director. the experience has left an indelible mark on my soul. 

and to my lovely cast-mates, fellow Barbies, and Kens, you are the heart and soul of this film. each one of you brought a unique and irreplaceable energy to the set, and i in awe of your dedication and talent. together, we laughed, cried, and supported one another, creating a bond that will last a lifetime. thank you for being my rock on-screen and off-screen. you are my true stars. ⭐️

 the memories we've made during the filming process will forever be etched in my heart. from the exhilarating moments of shooting magical scenes to the heartwarming conversations behind the scenes, every single second has been a treasure. the friendships that blossomed during this journey are the kind that go beyond the silver screen, and i feel incredibly blessed to have shared this chapter with each one of you. 

i can't help but be proud of what we've created together. the love, effort, and dedication poured into Barbie shine through every frame. it’s my hope that this film will not only entertain but also inspire and touch the hearts of all who watch it. i want each person to experience the same excitement and joy that filled my heart while bringing Barbie to life.

thank you to the entire production team, crew members, and everyone behind the scenes for your tireless efforts in making this dream come true. your passion and commitment to the project have been awe-inspiring, and i’m forever grateful for your hard work and dedication. 🙏

so here's to Barbie and to all of you who made it an unforgettable adventure. let’s spread its magic far and wide, and may it bring joy and wonder to audiences around the world. thank you, from the depths of my heart, for being a part of this incredible journey. i love you all! 

BARBIE is out now in theaters everywhere. 💕

View all 234,123 comments

dualipa 🎀💞

fernandoalonso_offical Felicidades cariño, estoy increíblemente orgullosa de ti. Te extraño

sabrinacarpenter i’m sick of kens i need an alan

yourinstagram sabrinacarpenter agreed.

gretagerwing Fourth pic 🥹 my babies!! Love you Guys!!

americaferrira obsessed with you and your performance! can’t wait for everyone to see it

florencepugh IVE RETURNED A CHANGED WOMAN AFTER WATCHING BARBIE

y/nsreputation she’s in her barbie era

lolaransdell_fan33 am i the only one who thought ryan gosling was kinda too old to play ken? like the age difference between y/n and him is weird too💀

yourinstagram lolaransdell_fan33 he was and is kenough.

robertdowneyjr Proud of you, kiddo. Anyways, go watch Oppenheimer in theaters today 🖤💣

yourinstagram robertdowneyjr how do i pin this comment??

TWITTER, july 21

ally’s radio 📻: YASS WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!!! what r our thoughts?

@incoherenciass@dakotali@405rry@topaz125@sassyheroneckgiant@hevburn@itsmytimetoodream@ivegotparticulartaste@crowdedimagines @asterianax @haydee5010@scenesofobx@christinabae@magical-spit@dessxoxsworld@myareadsbooks@honethatty12@hopefulinlove@diasnohibng@gentlemonsterjennie1@hummusxx@eugene-emt-roe@taestrwbrry @perjarma @cxcewg@chimchimjiminie16@glow-ish@allywthsr @millyswife@mrsmaybank13@black-swan-blog27 @stargaryenx@lilsiz@ohthemisssery@leclerclvr

[quintinh43]

BFF's 4 Life

Set in the world of Loving You Is As Easy as ABC 123

Here are my head cannons, on before Quinn and the reader became a couple.

You and Quinn lived together for eight months before he finally found a place for himself. In that time the two of you grew very close.

Quinn was very sad to leave and debated just staying with you, but in the end he decided to go through with the move because his new place was closer to Rogers arena.

He did try to convince you to move in with him, but you didn't because your apartment was closer to the university and work.

Quinn would come into the coffee shop that you worked at every time you were working. And every time, without fail, you would present him with some obscene concoction of sugar and caffine that no one had ever heard of.

"I swear to god, i'm gonna get diabetes because of you." Yet without fail he would drink every last drop.

During covid, you started going on morning runs because otherwise, you would've gone crazy. Especially having all of your uni classes online.

Quinn started joining you after a while because he was also going crazy, and the runs really really helped, especially because he got to do them with you.

You were also the one who taught Quinn how to cook during this time. And you were genuinely infuriated when he became a better cook than you. "I'll never forgive you" you grumble, while Quinn cackles as he pulls burnt aspargus out of the oven. "Student becomes the master" he shrugs, and you throw a handful of asparagus at him.

When Quinn got covid, you showed up at his apartment covered head to toe, complete with gloves, a mask, and eyewear, holding a container of chicken noodle soup.

Quinn laughed, immediately took a photo and then proceeded to launch into a coughing fit so bad he turned the colour of a tomato.

At which point you took a photo of him. The two of you keep the photos as blackmail, and if either of you were to ever use them, all hell would break loose.

You own so so so much canuck gear, it's unhinged (courtesy of Quinn of course.) You joked about starting to sell some stuff on eBay, and Quinn looked so genuinely distraught that you never made that joke again.

When you officially started teaching, all the canuck gear came in handy. Especially when you were being lazy and didn't have time to pick an outfit.

At first everyone thought you were just a Canuck super-fan, until one day Quinn had to drop you off at work because your car was in the shop.

Then of course everyone though the two of you were dating. Which got really annoying.

The first time you officially brought Quinn to class was because he had a full day off and didn't know what to do with himself. He begged you to take the day off to spend it with him, but "Some of us have real jobs Quinn."

"Hey! My job is real"

"Well, unfortunately for you I can't just not show up. You had to have given me at least a two day notice so I could've found a substitute."

"Y/nnnnn," he whined, flopping off your bed dramatically while you finished getting dressed. "What am I supposed to do all day?"

" If you're really so concerned about being bored to death, get dressed and come help me be a glorified babysitter for the day" you snorted

Quinn's head snapped up excitedly "wait seriously?"

You were joking, but it happened anyway.

The kids were so well-behaved that you debated bringing Quinn to work with you every day.

Whenever you were on a break, Quinn pestered you to be hanging out with him the whole time. Which usually ended up with recipe expiramenting, Quinn helping you mark papers and lesson plan, or Quinn dragging you along to practice/games/events etc.

One time, he even pestered you to come on a week long roadie with him during winter break. To which you declined - because that was definitely stepping over a 'best friend' relationship line, and you were under the firm impression that Quinn would never love you the way you loved him.

The guys always teased him mercilessly about being in love with you.

"For fucks sake, Huggy. Are you blind? Do you see the way she looks at you?"

After Quinn became captain, whenever his teammates threatened to tell you that he was in love with you he threatened to make them do bag skates for an entire practice.

They shut up really quick after that.

The team loves you, and they always say that whenever they have kids they are sending them to the school you teach at.

Whenever Quinn watched you interact with Kids he gets a little starry eyed and drooly.

Quinn is a very common topic of conversation in your classroom. You often use him as your muse whenever you're doing projects.

He loves it, and he keeps every single piece you've done on him. From art projects, to Health projects.

You even managed to use him in a math project once. (You used little cutouts of his head as addition blocks, he laughed so hard he was crying.)

If Quinn has a game on a week day, you try to wear some form of his merchandise, and he always asks for a fit picture.

Quinn never ever ever let you pay for anything. "You don't even make 1/10th of my salary"

"Way to make a girl feel good about her job,"

"Wait, I didn't mean it like that im sor- no wait. I'm not insulting your job, I'm insulting the people that pay you. You are literally raising our future generations, and the government pays you like trash. If anything, our salaries should be reversed. I basically work in the entertainment industry."

"Ok, well I can still afford to pay for my own shit" you grumble.

Quinn rolls his eyes. "Don't be so stubborn. Put your plastic bank card away. it's insulting in my presence"

"Sorry we don't all have metal fucking credit cards that make noise when we drop them" you spit back.

It continues to be a fight every. single. time.

Whenever you do somehow manage to pay, Quinn is fuming and throughly debates not talking to you for a week.

He never lasts more than a couple hours.

Whenever Quinn left for the summer, you got really lonely. Especially because as a teacher, you had the whole summer off.

He always invited you to come to Michigan with him, but there was always a nagging in your head about "crossing the best friend line"

One summer, you decided to teach summer school for high-schoolers to keep yourself busy. And it was fucking hell. Hormonal sweaty teenagers trying to learn a subject in three weeks rather than four months was so so bad.

Quinn gladly listened to you complain every day, "shoulda come to michigan with me." He would shrug

"Mom and dad have been asking about you," he would throw in quietly.

Which leads us into your relationship with Quinn's family.

Over the six years that the two of you have been friends you've met his parents and both his brothers.

Luke was fourteen, and Jack was sixteen when you met them for the first time.

They both fell IN LOVE with you.

They would call you to ask for homework help, often saying something like, "You're a teacher, what do i do?"

"I'm not a teacher yet, guys. I still have to finish my degree, you know." You would laugh awkwardly and help them anyways.

You blamed both Jack and Luke for the dreadful summer you taught high-schoolers. Simply because you had enjoyed teaching Jack and Luke so much, you thought it would be the same.

They had much the same response as their shithead older brother "you should've come to michigan"

As they grew and saw how you and Quinn looked at each other, they would tease him mercilessly as good brothers do.

"Dude, if you don't confess, I'll marry her." sixteen year old Luke would smirk

That had Quinn seething, and it was quite funny. "You fucking imbecile."

"Mom! Quinn called me a bad word!"

Jack was often cackling in the background or telling Quinn to stop being the world's biggest dumbass.

The day you saw Luke in person and he had grown taller than you, you collapsed dramatically into his arms and pinched his cheeks aggressively. Crying about your favourite little kiddo being all grown up.

Ever the awkward teenager Luke just blushed and grumbled about not being a baby.

Whenever Jack and Luke visit Vancouver, they always ask to visit your classroom.

The first time all three NHL superstar hughes brothers were in your classroom it was fucking chaos throughout the entire school. You got yelled at by the principal, and they had to leave while the cops chased away reporters.

The four of you will never forget the dressing down you got in the principals office that day. It felt like you were a group of playground bullies getting scolded for pushing kids off the slide.

"This is getting brought up at ALL of our weddings." Jack grins as the boys hug you goodbye and head over to Quinn's place.

"Yeah, all three weddings," Luke says with a mischievous grin.

Both you and Quinn blush and choose to ignore Luke's statement.

Until he's winking at you over dramatically and making duck lips at you. The Quinn is dragging him towards the car by his ear and promising to pick you up when school is out.

The way luke can swing between awkward twenty-year old and Youngest child menace is so funny to you.

Now onto Ellen and Jim

They also absolutely love you.

They have loved you since you were freshly nineteen and offering up your apartment for Quinn, when all you knew about him was that he was an anxious teenager.

Jim gives the best advice. He's especially knowledgeable when it comes to kids, "its not very different than dealing with grown men who strap blades to their feet and call it a job." He says teasingly, while all his kids protest.

Ellen is the sweetest angel of a human you have ever met. She takes no nonsense from her kids, and always makes sure Quinn is good to you.

She has a knowing twinkle in her eye when she sees you and Quinn together and it makes your chest ache a little.

Her hugs are always long, and her words sweet, and she always reminds you that you have a family with the Hughes no matter what.

---

Hey guys! Guess who's back and better than ever 😎 we're getting a fic between tomorrow and Saturday, so stay tuned. Anyways, I hope yall like this! If there's anything from here you'd like to see turned into a blurb/fic let me know! I've been super inspired for this universe as of late. Also I am going through the requests in my inbox. So if you requested something it's hopefully coming soon! I've been super busy with school, but it's calming down for a couple weeks and then finals will be in full swing! I love you all and I hope you enjoy this! As always comment comment comment! And I hope you guys are doing amazing.

Love Soph 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[etherealsworldvision]

Singles Love Reading

Before I begin the reading I’d like to take a moment to talk about “Care for Gaza” a non-profit charity aid on Twitter (now known as X) who are helping families in need. If you have the funds here are their PayPal and GoFundMe.

🚨 P.S.A 🚨 : I do not give personal readings!

Note : I’m going to give you a heads up…this ended up being a LOVE reading and not a SINGLES reading lol. I guess we are not feeling the romance tonight lol. Okay look — I DID ask for romance stuff and this is what I got so I hope you enjoy it still.

[ general message: saw 222 as I was making the layout so this number might be significant. I believe the numerology meaning is: balance, harmony, spiritual alignment. You can condense it to 6 which would mean: domestic happiness, harmony, and stability. Rain. Autumn/Winter season. Airplanes. 123 ]

Pile 1

[ channeled message: “because I’m tired of being the only one playing by the rules, the world is unfair […] maybe it’s okay if it’s unfair in our favor for once” – Craig from Killing It. ‘Called it love but it was lust’, ‘It wasn’t love like I had hoped’. ‘maybe another time,’ ‘love is a complexity’. ‘If love can fade so can pain’. ‘Let your cup overflow with the love you deserve’.

Additional Confirmation: Seashells. Becoming a Sea Jelly. Prickly. Becoming a Porcupine. Sea and the Earth. Poetry. Disturbance. ]

Cards: 7 of wands (Reverse); Hierophant (Reverse); 9 of Wands. Snail; White Dress; Queen of Hearts; 8 of Hearts.

First thing’s first…this is a complex reading. This is going to be a different type of love reading. I’m sorry if you’re looking for a ‘who is coming in’ but if you still want to stay then please do. This reading does have romantic undertones but it will dives into love.

When I started this reading: I felt like I needed to protect myself — bolt all the doors, close all the windows, triple check the dozens of cameras around the house, and secure myself by hiding under the bed with a blanket wrapped around me.

There’s this profound grief/sadness/yearning/loneliness all meshed together in a box. I think this is your energy because I’m not getting another person. I could be wrong though. But the overall energy feels like the saying “the world/love hasn’t been too kind to you.”

I’m not going to sit here and tell you how to feel. Your feelings are 100% valid because for some reason people probably told you how to feel which made things worse. Honestly all I can give is a virtual hug.

Honestly maybe you’ll find love in this reading [not romantic wise! I meant like a little bit of softness for your day. Idk maybe I’m rambling]. It just feels like you need a blanket and a warm cup of your favorite drink. Some of you might like apple cider with extra cinnamon. Maybe a nice cup of coffee or (ginger) tea with some sugar. Or it’s not physical warmth you’re after but, just this once, inner warmth.

This emptiness you have isn’t something to be taking lightly, that is for sure. It should be held with recognition and upmost delicacy. You aren’t difficult to be loved.

Some of you know this while others may find difficult: you are deserving of love. Some of you are probably groaning and rolling your eyes. I wanted to say it again just in case. I’m also sending you lots of love and support.

You know what, why should I stop there? You’re deserving of people putting effort into you, of understanding, of consistency, of acceptance, of things to be taken at a slower pace. You deserve a love that is supposed to feel like your favorite drink or food. I think, most importantly, you deserve the recognition.

If you can find a healthy outlet please do. I know this reading is probably chaotic but I think it’s supposed to validate how you feel. There was another that came in but it was a bit of blur so I think that’s a sign to leave this reading as is. I’m rooting for you pile 1 and sending many hugs with a lot of love! 💕

Pile 2

[ Channeled Messages: ‘We never realize how frozen we are until someone melts our ice’ ; ‘We know what we are, but not what we may be’ ; ‘Don’t waste a second of your time convincing other people your worth’.

Additional Messages: 111, Broseph (Character from Stoked), Bravery, Strength, Talk, Valentines Day, Take a Break, Focusing on Materialism, Beach Vibes; H2O; Putting in the Work, Babes by Hockey Dad, Safe and Sound by Mr. Floyd Larry, Fire Placements, Sagittarius]

Cards: 9 of Wands; 8 of Cups (Rx); The Chariot. Transformation (Yumiko Kurahashi); The Soul (Emily Dickinson. Jack of Clubs; 8 of Clubs; 7 of Clubs

Pile 2’s, I have to tell you something: I restarted the reading. I reshuffled all the cards and took a ‘day off’ cause my tummy hurts :( and I wanted a break. I don’t know why I had to mention that but…hey, maybe you need a break for the ache?

On with the reading! For those of you who did or are taking a break from love, you’re taking the cool ~ approach. Now this isn’t a mind game approach. I genuinely feel like it’s because you ‘moved on’ from love. You’re just tired of the same ol’ people coming into your life and making you stressed.

I get the feeling you’re taking the ‘Broseph’ (Character from Stoked) approach. If you know him, you know that he’s very chill and laidback. He lets the waves come to him and living life in a relaxing fun way. This could be the way you’re viewing love now.

For some of you I heard “love/dating pool is shit, I’m going to do what I want’, which CONGRATS! You live your life, I’m very proud of you. You may also be taking a funny approach to your love life. I just get the vibe that: ‘love isn’t so serious anymore so might as well make the best of it by taking it lightly’.

Despite these approaches you’re also more selective and will put a boundary up. Again congrats to you! You’re at the point of, again, enjoying your life. I’m also getting a sense you’re putting more emphasis in your friendships. This is going to be a little deep.

For some of you, you may find the love you were missing within yourself through friendships/community. As in, the romantic love you thought would ‘fill’ the hole is not it. It was actually platonic/communal love that you craved. For other’s the love for yourself due to, soul searching’, basically rediscovering yourself.

Overall this is mainly due to people, mostly romantic, not being compatible with you. Like I have a feeling — during the summer time there will be in-depth soul searching. No, it’s not the ‘hippie’ type thing! Unless it could be we never know lol, it’s actually more of transformation of the old you. You’re entering a new part in your life.

Okay this is specific. I don’t know what Valentine’s Day did for you all but for some reason I think their gift to you made you realize ‘yeah…I’m breaking up with you’. Now this isn’t to scare anyone! This is like a 0.1% of you. I just feel like this could be how 0.1% of you will ‘entire’ this transformation.

To recap; despite the way you were treated and the people who were in your life. You’re now rediscovering yourself, your worth, questioning and finding the love you needed. You’re still open to love (in general) but more selective with the people. You’re now or will be letting love find you. Again you’re taking the Broseph approach lol. Have fun and good luck, I’m very proud of my pile 2’s :) 💕.

Pile 3

[ Channeled Messages: ‘If soulmates do exist they’re not found. They are made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and they work on building a relationship’ ; Release your mind, don’t become the hurt that they hurt you’ ; ‘Picture a wave. In the ocean. You can see it, measure it, its height, the way the sunlight refracts when it passes through. And it's there. And you can see it, you know what it is. It's a wave. And then it crashes in the shore and it's gone. But the water is still there. The wave was just a different way for the water to be, for a little while. You know it's one conception of death for Buddhists: the wave returns to the ocean, where it came from and where it's supposed to be.’

Additional Messages: 222, 232, 234, Cat, Curiosity, Watch Your Mouth by The Backseat Lovers; Cold Hands; Burning Candle, Wedding Fantasies, Prayer Beads; Traditions; Selenite; Blue Calcite; Rivers and Roads by the Head and the Hearts; ‘Might Have Been The One Vibe’, The Good Place. ]

Cards: Page of Swords; Empress (Rx); Tower. Ace of Diamonds; 10 of Spades; Ace of Clubs. White Dress; Devotion.

Pile 3, I want to say I’m so sorry for what you went through. There’s a sense of heartache and devastation that recently happened. I heard you might have gotten a call or this sudden new broke your heart. A part of you may felt drawn to pile 1 so if you did then please check that out.

My cat also wants to say hello. She’s actually hanging out with your cards. A message popped up in my head: you are protected. I also want to add that your pile is a long read.

For a lot of you I feel that this is devastating. You may have spent all this time nourishing, putting the effort, and pouring your love into something that wasn’t ’worth it at the end’.

For some, not all, I don’t like to bring this up and be this type of reader…but the news may have been about cheating. As for the others the relationship could have ended because of a huge dealbreaker; like traveling or different values. There could have even been a conversation about money that led to an argument.

Either way, there was a sudden break(up) and now there is grief. I’m not getting so much as to how to help. I think this reading is more about acknowledging your grief and a reminder that you will find like minded people.

Another thing; you may feel anger as well. It’s like a simmered anger. It’s there but simmering…it’s hot yet it constantly murmurs. It feels as if it could be towards everyone. For some it may even be towards the world. But for all it feels as if this anger is directed to yourself.

Okay there’s a big select of you that might have been in a long term relationship. I’ve been tiptoeing around this but it feels like you were so close and then this happened, and now what the fuck, right? Basically the rug was ripped from under you. It just feels like sudden devastation.

I’m not going to feed into your anger and your grief. I am certainly not going to bypass this either by singing Kumbaya and lighting up an incense.

Instead, let’s acknowledge this. You may be feeling angry, scared, all of the grieving symptoms. That is okay! This is going to be hard to hear but grief doesn’t fade. It stays, it lingers, it’s there. The only thing we can do is feel it but do our best to not let grief consume us. We just have to take it day by day in little doses.

This may even be a reminder to pour in that love into yourself. No this isn’t some “self love heals all” type of thing. I believe [the right and healthy] community/friendships can help you out here, but let’s not forget to pour into ourselves too. This can be by creating a safe space for yourself. It could be doing things you always wanted to do. It can be gifting yourself something or simply journaling and crying it out with ice cream.

I also want to say the love you poured into that relationship is no waste. It’s proof that you are worthy of love, that you are capable of love. You are a reminder that the love you pour is out there. You have so much love to give and now it is time to give that love to yourself. It is also a reminder that this love can also be poured into you by your friends and community.

Another reminder, because it seems to be prominent, anger is a reminder of your boundaries. Anger reminds us what we fight for, what we need to feel protected. Anger is a boogieman to society, which can become it if not handled in a healthy way. However, Anger can be justice if you learn to dig deep at the root. This is all I have for you today. I wish you the best 💕

If you liked this reading please like, comment, reblog, and share. And if you want to further support me then tips are appreciated on: Ko-Fi ; PayPal ; Venmo ; Cashapp

[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi, I know you guys only searching for destiel fics but I'm just wondering if you guys also have any recommendations for dean acting like parent ish fic?

Hey! Here's some we could think of.

Fics where Dean doesn't consider himself a parent at first but ends up becoming one:

Kriah by ioascc

Dean can do this. He can. He can raise Jack Kline, Lucifer’s baby. No, not Lucifer’s… Cas’ kid. Their kid. With his mother gone, and Castiel dead, Dean finds himself hanging on by a thread. Castiel has died so many times on him, Dean is half-convinced himself that Cas will return to him. Dean evades the pain of the truth, carrying on in false hope until his soul renders into a million pieces. He learns quickly that taking care of a newborn is not for the faint of heart, sleep-deprivation, grief, and feedings rule most of the early days. During this time, Dean is forced to build a new life for himself. With a new name and identity change, Dean becomes a Dad. Something Castiel would be proud of. Dean cooks, he cleans, he reads, he sings his ABCs and 123s, and ultimately Dean does his best for Jack. It’s not until Jack grows into a small child that Dean feels like he can breathe again. The grief no longer suffocates him. His new life has meaning. He sees family and he allows himself to miss Castiel. To mourn him, to love him in death. And when Jack goes to school, Dean is once again reunited with friends and enemies from his past.

let's take a drive by sobsicles

Dean takes a really, really long drive to kick fear in the ass. It might just be the best thing he ever decides to do.

right in the palm of your hand by LoversAntiquities

Five years after Castiel's death, Dean has built a life in Murphy, North Carolina. A decent life, with a house he built with his own hands, and Jack, now five years old and beginning kindergarten in the fall. Only, after a string of failed relationships and sleepless nights staring at the urn on his windowsill, he makes an unwilling decision--to bury Castiel for good. Only, the night he and Jack bury Castiel's ashes, the unthinkable happens--Castiel rises from the dead, wounded from his time in the Empty, and with his resurrection comes questions Dean never thought he would need answered. Namely, how long will Castiel stay with him--and will the Empty come back for him, once and for all?

The Other Baby by DoctorProfessorSong

This is a canon-adjacent series of one shots in a world where Jack is reset as a baby and being raised by TFW. I am going to pick and choose canon at will and may not even be consistent between the stories. Seriously, it's just a bunch of fluff and angst surrounding babies and toddlers.

You Belong Among The Wildflowers by ImYourHoneyBee

Cas is gone and Dean doesn't know how to deal. Sunk deep into the worst depression he's ever been through Dean only pulls himself together when Jack comes to visit, intent on repairing his relationship with Castiel's son. Eventually, as a result of an offhanded comment Sam makes, Dean begins to dream of a better future and becomes determined to rescue Castiel from the Empty. It's a rough go, but he's successful and Cas is back. Fed nightmares during his time in the darkness of an angel's afterlife, Castiel doesn't believe that Dean is real. Refusing to speak or to come out of the literal closet, will Cas let Dean persuade him that he really is saved?

2. Dean helping with Cas' kids

A Little Grace by tricia_16

Castiel is well aware that a handsome, surprisingly gentle alpha like Dean was way out of his league even before he made the decision to become a single parent. Dean's been kicking himself for blowing his shot with Cas before he could even ask for it, and now Cas is happily taken (and adorably pregnant) by an alpha who doesn't deserve him. Neither one of them could have guessed that Castiel's baby would be what brings them together, but it turns out that a little Grace goes a long way.

Let Me Come Home by prosopopeya

It would be very inconvenient for Castiel to get a crush on Claire's foster parent.

Swan Upon Leda by kelsstiel

Pediatric Surgery Fellow Dean Winchester meets baby Jack Kline and neuropsychologist Castiel Novak his first week on the job. Dean’s been accused a time or two of caring a little too much in the past and it’s hard not to care about the neurotic adoptive father and his medically needy preemie. After a series of run-ins between the pair, Dean and Cas develop a friendship that everyone else around them suspect more from immediately, though it takes them a little longer to get the memo. When Dean struggles with a particularly devastating patient loss, their mutual understanding of loss and love bring them closer in a way that neither of them could have expected.

Start of Something Good by tricia_16

Dean Winchester is introduced to his new neighbor, Castiel, and his daughter, Claire, in an unexpected way. When an unlikely connection forms between Dean and Claire it also helps to push Castiel and Dean closer together. But Castiel has been hurt badly in the past and it's up to Dean to prove to Castiel that he can be trusted with both his daughter and his heart, even when outside sources try to make Castiel believe differently…

3. Dean acting like Sam's parent even though they're siblings:

Have Love, Will Travel by squeemonster

Castiel Novak is a reclusive writer with a childhood so tragic it's left him terrified to leave his home—until his overbearing brother, Gabriel, drags him out for a night on the town full of booze and strip clubs, and he encounters Dean Winchester, a mesmerizing and mysterious stripper with secrets of his own. Both men find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other, and soon Dean's private dances for Castiel become much more, as both men confess their troubles and find solace in each other's company. But neither can seem to find the courage to take their relationship further than the intimacy of the club's VIP Room—and just when Dean's own brother gives him the excuse he needs to finally admit his feelings, Dean discovers something that brings it all crumbling down. Will they find a way past their demons and their trust issues, and back to each other?

I Wanna Get Outside (Of Me) by emwebb17

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

Proof of Love by VioletHaze

Working two jobs and doing his best to pretend his little brother wasn’t leaving for Stanford in a few months, Dean let his friend Benny talk him into a much needed night out. What started out as a fun evening at the bar ended with Dean drunk and face-to-face with a couple of cops outside a bakery. When the bakery owner gave him the chance to come back the next day and deal with his mess instead of going to jail, Dean knew he’d been given an opportunity he couldn’t squander. If only the blue-eyed guy didn’t seem to hate Dean…

White-Collar Contract by CBFirestarter, TrenchcoatBaby

Caught between the lesser of two evils, omega Dean Winchester is thrown into the orbit of Castiel Novak—a gorgeous, older, and incredibly wealthy businessman…and perhaps the only alpha who wants him for his brains, not his body. Castiel has no interest in bending Dean over the nearest surface and fucking his brains out, which is a first. Not that Dean cares about the alpha’s lack of interest. Nope. Uh-uh. He couldn’t care less.

[m3-kk]

TCF NOVEL SPOILERS- My TCF notes

Hmmm it’s been a minute since I posted any of my TCF notes about the chapters.. so here ya go! THIS US PART 2 SHAWTYS!!

Ch. 1- YESSS CHAPTER 1!! Not the Kings Palace going kaboom 😶 Cale needs to rest!!! Slacker chan!!!

Ch. 5- AHHHHHHHHHH LEE SOO HYUKKKKKKKK LETSS GOOOOO! BLACK HAWKK OOO

Ch. 6- His name is now Sui Khan 😮

Ch. 7- 🍪 Cookiess! So we have to travel different dimensions now? Cale needs a break 😭😭

Ch. 8- World with the white mages = Xiaolen Planet

Ch.9- YAY DIVINE ITEM MIRROR LAPTOP THINGY! We are definitely going to like the other worlds people evil smirk 😏

Ch. 10- HAH CALE HUNG UP ON DUKE FREDO LOL! Sooo Cale is a god. 😀

Ch. 12- Dead mana is purer AND Cale’s power is more efficient here? Interesting..

Ch. 13- Hey we have a spare world tree!

Ch. 15- Mary is registering as a candidate to be a necromancer empress GO MARY!

Ch. 16- AW HER FAKE NAME IS “Heni Wishrop” HENI STANDS FOR HENITUSE!

Everyone thinks our Mary is powerful hehe!

Ch. 21- Working with Zero & the 4th Prince for the Harmony test :D

Ch. 22- OOooo Black Rain 🌧️

Ch. 24- Now we actually need to kill those hunters. How dare they lay a finger on our family. Let’s flip them over immediately.

Ch. 25- Yay! Hong & On <3 Let’s go to the infected area! 2nd Princess?

Ch. 26- the 2nd imperial princess has been converted to Caleism hah m! Tree-bush monster ye fire, destruction, protection!

Ch. 27- Are you human? HAHAH CALEE

Ch. 28- That Marquis guy is smart. Cale really is acting like a purifier so funny!

Ch. 31- Blood Message! How scary!

Ch. 34- Attacking the bad guys >:]

Ch. 36- BURNNNNNNN 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Ch. 37- 50% power to get 2,500% as a result! SO EFFICIENTTTT WEEEEEE

Ch. 38- THE HUNTER WHO HUNTS HUNTERS! GO CALE SO POWERFUL HA!

Ch. 39- Cale.. not everyone is a super powerful ultimate other worldly being like you! I feel bad for Goldie Gramps 😭

Ch. 40- In Prison with the fam 😜

Ch. 41- We are going to loot!! Goldie Gramps is angry and that dragon is timid but crazy. I love our family! CHAOS LOVE

Ch. 42- DESTROY THE ESTATE MWAHAH

Ch. 43- So sad that we couldn’t loot 😭🥲

Ch. 44- Ooo Opening the safe 💰

Ch. 54- ooo revealing us to the empire?

Ch. 58- Choking? Reminds me of Adin

Ch. 63- HAH I KNEW IT THE FAKE WT IS STAYING YOOO

Ch. 64- INFOOO! Not the Patriarch blowing up that’s crazy! We could’ve gotten so much more info! But oh well! Five Colors ooo!

Ch. 65- HAHAH THE GOD OF DEATH IN THE GROUP CHAT HAHAH I LOVE HIMM HEHHEHE (I love this chapter)

Ch. 66- AWWW Chatting with fire of Purification in puppy form!

Ch. 67- This is so cute I’m glad we get a lil’ rest just chatting with the nice puppy ❤️ I love!!!

Ch. 69- Almost the end of this arc!

Ch. 71- HOME WITH THE MONEYYYYY

Ch. 73- Ron, Beacrox! I missed uuuu!

Ch. 75- Aw the Henituse Fam! Billos!

Ch. 76- You get a mine, you get a mine. EVERYONE GETSA MINE!!

Ch. 78- YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED YOU ARE NOW ONE OF MY ELITE EMPLOYEES!

Ch. 79- @CP we have a mommy on our side? Mummy’s boy emperor as well???

Ch. 81- CENTRAL PLAINS?! The sworn brother goodbye was cute.

Ch. 83- We meet CP’s clone?? Cutie??

Ch. 85- The disrespect! They can’t pronounce our Cale Henituse’s name!

Ch. 86- NEW NAMES LETSGOOO

Ch. 90- YOO we got a golden plaque!

Ch. 91- Cale ignores Toonka but not Roan!

Ch. 93- We found the living jiangshi!

Ch. 94- enlightenment is crazy****

Ch. 97- Talking with the Sword Sainttt

Ch. 100- Purification! Chapter 100!

Ch. 101- One word, blood. SHITTTTT NOO

Ch. 102- AWKWARD! Yay Choi Jung SOO

Ch. 106- LET HIM EATTTT

Ch. 108- So many ally’s yay !!!!

Ch. 112- We. Are. Going. To. EATT! (a elixir)

Ch. 113- 70% shield 53% water

Ch. 116- The Alliance leader is being bitchy SHOW EM’ WHOSE BOSS! (Roan misses Alberu)

Ch. 118- Don’t hurt our Cale! Please!

Ch. 119- Aw I love when Choi Han & Beacrox talk together about family

Ch. 121- Ah the god ole trash bastard days

Ch. 123- Green Forest Bastards try and mess with us?! Angry Cale! >:(

Ch. 124- OO Cale is the BOSS MAN

Ch. 127- 68% then 72% of fire!!

Ch. 128- Pfft Caleism has a poem now lol.

Ch. 129- HUHH Big complicated lore??

Ch. 131- WOAHH The Heavenly Demon is a smart cookie fr fr wow intelligent!

Ch. 135- The Left Guard is so cute awe

Ch. 136- Oh no the Heavenly Demon ain’t doing so good :[

Ch. 137- Helping out the HD again. Spy?

Ch. 139- Aw Choi Family spars. I love it

Ch. 141- HD is being healed yay

Ch. 142- I was so concerned about Cale the whole time! Bloody Battle

Ch. 146- (I hope everyone at home is ok)

Ch. 151- TALKING WITH ALBERU YAYAYAY

Ch. 152- Pinnacle Demon is poison crazy

Ch. 153- We going to destroy things now?

Ch. 154- YAY DESTRUCTION DESTROY

Ch. 155- FINALLY FLIP THINGS OVER KYA

Ch. 157- OO WATER AP FOUND SOMETHIN

Ch. 158- OMG DRAGON LORE?? YAHOO

Ch. 159- “Raon’s lackey” I got the chills!

Ch. 160- OOOooo I’m hooked! Dragons<3

Ch. 162- Oh DAMN! We got a mf jackpot! Water is 300 percent stronger than the OG. No blood shed! Dragons are great!

Ch. 163- HAHA LOOTING ANCIENT STUFF

Ch. 165- Scale+Crown+Crown=Red Crown

Ch. 169- Shit is going down! TSUNAMI!

Ch. 171- How dare she think to threaten us, she shall die by Choi Hans sword.

Ch. 176- Old man Baek describes Cale’s world and “reads” him

Ch. 183- I love that we can run wild!! 😜

Ch. 185- THE PRIESTESS the youngest daughter of Orsena!

Ch. 186- The Dominantung Aura

Ch. 187- Our little Han got stronger (I’m so fucking proud of him 🥲)

Ch. 188- We killed her.. Last words?

Ch. 189- The Formation Collapsed!

Ch. 190- Raon’s MC moment. (Cute bond)

Ch. 191- Using water AP to Max! Or not?

Ch. 192- the Punto Banhui and Tears💧

Ch. 195- You got games on your phone?

Ch. 196- Everyone wants Cale to be a god

Ch. 199- WE LEFT!!! NOW WE ARE HOMEE

Ch. 200- Awww so cute at Alberu’s casa

Ch. 201- That actually so funny 🤣

Ch. 202- Zoom Call with Ahn Roh Man talking about gamess. Similarities?

Ch. 206- Aw it been a bit since we chilled

Ch. 209- Speech ruined! (So every time Cale has to do a speech it’s interrupted)

[photo1030]

Leather and Lace - Chapter 19: Second Time Around

Summary: You and Arthur settle into your new relationship and try to find some more time alone together. 

Warning: 18+ please. Minor - DNI; NSFW

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

*This beautiful image comes from @regwishesshehadmagic . I know it's Sadie in the image, but this just captures the tone of this chapter perfectly.

Tag List: @rivetingrosie4​ @bimbo-dollz​ @pine4pple-b0i​ @redwritr​ @kuri-chans-blog​ @queer-sadie-adler​ @joelmillerswifey​ @gimmethosedaddymilkers​ @pcotarelo​ @delilah-grimes​ @maemortem​ @wistfulwisteriawitch​ @lilacxxdreams​ @mentallyillfrogs​ @absolutegeek​ @spurz​ @sophiaj650​ @uniqueclodzinevoid​ @lookingformaurice​ @pawoui​ @randomidk-123​ @yyiikes​ @eddiemetalheadmunson​ @twola​ @kmartkiddieisle​ @red-dead-simp @regwishesshehadmagic​  @rhehr241​  @earwen-x​ @akariver75​ @djennty​ @nervousmumbling​ @xliliths​ @unbotheredbeeeee​ @onnetonprinsessa​ @kittiowolf210​ @ezrynn​ @suhiss @arthurmargon​​ @codnerd1999 @queer-sadie-adler​​ @alice-vanderlinde​​ @sweetandstoned21​​ @j4llyf7sh @spooky631​​ @m0r4rx @ilovrxats​​ @i-69-urmom​​ @ddbluesie @ivuravix @nervousmumbling @sickvictorianangel @tirededuxhours @ezzythereal1 @chloepluto1306 @ivys-valentine @spiritcatcherxo @lea-khena @brccklynbaby1

*I tagged people who expressed interest in the continued story. If you’d like to be added or removed, please let me know. There are a few that would not let me link, so I apologize if this doesn’t ping some people. 

The next morning you wake up early to the faint breeze of someone’s breath dancing across your forehead. Reluctantly opening your heavy eyes just a sliver, you realize that you have your face snuggled up and tucked under Arthur’s chin. You notice the heavy weight of his strong arm draped over your middle, holding you in place close to him, even in his sleep. It is a most comfortable position to find yourself in first thing in the morning. 

A serene calmness settles over you as you take a moment to appreciate where you are and who you are with. Your drowsy eyes roll up to look at Arthur, careful not to move your head too much. You note with affection all of those little red marks scattered across his face from broken capillaries under his skin caused by years of sun exposure. In his sleep, his face doesn’t carry those deep worry lines that seem to constantly decorate his features. His hair is slightly rumpled from his slumber, locks twisted like summer wheat swaying in the wind. His eyelids don’t even twitch with any sort of movement from a possible dream-like state. He is utterly out to the world. And it is with a slight feeling of pride that you acknowledge Arthur is able to rest so peacefully because of you lying by his side. 

You think of the whirlwind of events that have taken place over the last few days. Your mind replays with such fondness the tender moments of the previous evening. While you were not able to be intimate last night, just the closeness and sweet whispers in the darkness mean volumes to you.

Your attention is briefly pulled away from your rough outlaw to the subdued movement outside of the oasis of his tent. There are a few voices muttering softly in the camp, but it’s still early enough where it’s only Mr. Pearson getting food together and Ms. Grimshaw puttering about to help him. The faint hint of fresh-brewing coffee is already carrying through the air to usher you to another day. 

The morning sun isn’t too high yet, not even breaking the treeline, casting the camp in subtle grey and lavender hues as the mist rises off the grass. The songbirds are scattered throughout the trees overhead and softly singing their own little songs to welcome the new dawn. You relish these quiet moments in the morning before the camp is awake. But as much as you’d love to stay here forever, you should probably get back to your own tent before anyone sees you creeping out of Arthur’s. 

With a reluctant sigh, you carefully roll back from the man, gently lifting his arm and setting it back down in your place. Arthur is so tired that he doesn’t even flinch from your movement. You’re not sure if you are thankful or worried about his state of exhaustion, but there’s not much you can do about it now other than leave him be to get some much-needed rest. 

You slowly sit up on the edge of the cot, stretching your arms over your head and cringing at the popping sound from your shoulder. Turning back, your gaze falls to Arthur as he sleeps. He is so handsome. Just looking at him lying there so serenely makes your belly flutter. You are anxious for his hands to be on you again; to feel those large, weathered hands that reached out and touched your heart to be all over you once more. But unfortunately, you are not in a space conducive for love-making whenever you please. With a quiet disappointed sigh, you turn back forward and try to slip away when an arm suddenly snakes around your waist. 

“Where you think you’re goin’?” Arthur gruffs out in a sleep-hazed voice. 

You quietly giggle as you affectionately wrap your hands around the burly forearm. “I should head back to my tent before I’m noticed.” You look over your shoulder again and see his blue eyes now open, thick with sleep, yet still twinkling at the sight of you.  

“I think people have a good idea that we’re together now,” he murmurs as he blinks his eyes to try to keep them open.

“I know. But we should still try to be discreet about it. At least this part, anyway.” Your voice is low and hums in the air, as if trying to keep him all to yourself as you run your fingers over the hair of his arm, drawing lazy circles on his skin.  

“I suppose you’re right.” Arthur doesn’t retract his arm, but reluctantly allows you to escape his hold of you.

You stand up and shiver a bit as the brisk morning air envelops your whole body. It's damp and chilly this morning, a sure sign that colder weather is coming soon. Arthur rolls onto his side, his eyes following you as you rub your hands over your arms as goosebumps begin to decorate your skin, popping up like effervescent bubbles. 

“See? If you’d stay in bed with me you’d be warm,” he smirks smartly.

“I’d also be late,” you reply back with a grin as you begin to finger-comb your hair into submission. “I wouldn’t want to get up.”

“Hmm…that’s the bitch of it, isn’t it?” That impish grin of his forming on his plump lips. “Well, what can you do about it anyhow?” And Arthur leans forward to grab your hand to try to pull you back onto the cot, which you playfully swat away. 

With a slight groan, Arthur moves as if to get up with you, but you are quick to put your hand on his shoulder, halting him in his place. “Ah, ah. You stay right where you are, mister.” He looks at you in confusion.  “You could still get away with another hour or two of sleep. And you need it, too. Go back to sleep.” 

Arthur shifts back down to the canvas of the cot, tucking his arm behind his head like a pillow as he smirks up at you. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Don’t worry, Arthur, you won’t miss anything. I won’t let anything happen while you’re asleep,” you tease, knowing full-well how he has to be up and watchful over everyone at all times. Always the protector. 

You tug at your skirt and blouse, making sure everything is straight and where it should be, running your hands over your hair one more time in check. When you're content that you are presentable again, you turn back to place a simple yet sweet little kiss upon Arthur’s lips, pausing to sweep your thumb over his cheekbone before heading over to the tent opening. You discreetly poke your face out to check to see if anyone is watching and then quietly scuttle back to your tent. 

—-------------------------------------

As the morning progresses, you and Arthur try to be discreet, but the stolen glances and distractions continue. Trying to stay focused on the daily chores becomes difficult. The girls giggle and tease you about it and you shake your head, trying to wave them off at their nonsense, but it doesn’t stop their curiosity and fun. 

With the afternoon sun high in the sky, you are walking with a laundry basket sitting on your hip, picking through the contents, when a hand like a vice grip suddenly clamps down on your arm, pulling you behind a wagon. Your heart jumps up into your throat as the sharp motion causes you to drop your basket and you stumble to keep your footing. A panicked yelp is quickly stifled by someone’s hand over your mouth as you flounder before being spun around and pushed back against the wooden slats of the wagon. When you finally get your bearings, you rapidly blink to see that familiar silhouette in front of you.

“Jesus, Arthur, you scared the hell out of me!” you hiss at him, slapping his chest. He can only reply with a playful, mischievous laugh, those brilliant blue eyes of his dancing back at you. He places his left hand over your head onto the wagon and leans over you, encasing you in towards him. His other large hand comes up around your neck, his thumb pushing your chin up so that your tender lips are easily accessible to him. He leans in and plants his warm mouth onto your own, inhaling as he does as if drawing out your soul.

As your kiss quickly deepens, Arthur pins you against the wooden frame with his own body. His mouth eventually leaves yours and begins nuzzling up on you, leaving a trail over your jawline and down your neck. Your eyes roll back into your head as you submit to his will, quickly getting lost. You slowly bend your leg to rub in between Arthur’s as your arms extend over his shoulders, lacing your fingers behind his head as he leans further down your neck, sucking lightly on your clavicle.

“I want you in the most sinful ways, you know that?” Arthur whispers in your ear. Your only response is a soft little groan. He gently lays his forehead to yours. “When it comes to you, there’s no doubt about it. Just this crazy need to make you mine.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I am yours, then, Arthur.” Your eyes lift to his, giving him that look, an eyebrow arched with all of the permissions and suggestions behind it. It's enough to melt his brain. “I was always yours.” Your fingers slide down from his neck to curl around the open collar of his shirt, the tips of your fingers teasingly grazing across his collarbone underneath. “It just took awhile for you to find me, is all.”

You lean up on your toes to catch his lips again and kiss him heatedly before he dips down once more to your neck to that spot behind your ear. You giggle again as his beard scratches across your sensitive skin and you roll your face into his as you cradle your arms around his head, snuggling him closer to you. 

“Ahem!” 

Suddenly out of nowhere, you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. You and Arthur both freeze before slowly turning to the side to see Ms. Grimshaw standing there with an oh-so annoyed look upon her face. 

You quickly drop your hands to your sides, face turning bright red at being caught, as Arthur drops his head down, looking sheepishly at his feet. Suddenly you feel like kids being caught sneaking out of the barn by your mother. 

“Aren't you supposed to be doing something, Miss Y/L/N?” Ms Grimsahw barks, eyebrows arched expectantly at you. 

“Yes, Ma’am,” you confess, biting your lip nervously.  

She then turns her bubbling temper to your partner in crime. “Arthur, do you need something to do?”

“No, Ma’am.”

Ms. Grimshaw stands in silent judgment for a moment and you can see the gears turning in her sharp head. “Is this going to be a problem?” She huffs, waving her finger at you both before firmly planting her hands on her hips. 

“No, Ma’am”, you both respond in unison, trying not to laugh under her intensifying scrutiny.

This isn’t the first time Ms. Grimshaw has caught people messing about, and frankly she couldn’t care any less who’s diddling who in this camp. As long as it doesn’t interfere with her work, that is. (She has a hard enough time keeping Karen and Sean focused.) But you and Arthur are new at this, acting like a couple of love-dumb teenagers, so she’s trying not to be too harsh about it.  To be honest, it kind of warms her black heart. 

After a few more awkward moments of silence, Ms Grimshaw turns and walks away, shaking her head. But unseen by you and Arthur, a little grin pops up on her stern face. “Idiots”, she mumbles.

When you are in the clear, you and Arthur both exhale with relief to be spared the matron’s wrath any longer.

“Thanks a lot, you got me in trouble,” Arthur jokingly swats your shoulder with the back of his hand. 

‘What?! Me?! You started it!” You smack his chest back.

“You’re a bad influence, you know that?” he smirks. “I mean, really, the nerve of some people. You should be ashamed of yourself, Miss (Y/L/N). Attacking me in broad daylight like that. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.” He plays innocent, placing his hand on his chest and feigning offense.

“Arthur, I swear to God…!” You bend over and snatch up the bar of laundry soap laying in the grass and whip it at him. Arthur hops up on one leg, quickly dodging the projectile to avoid being pelted with it.

“You move pretty good for an old man,” you tease, tucking that always-stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“Woman, you have no idea yet. Just you wait.” He flashes those eyes again at you. The taunt alone makes the butterflies in your stomach swirl. Arthur leans in to you with a suggestive grin as his thick fingers trail across your stomach and over your hips. “Now get back to work.”

—------------------------------------------

For the rest of the afternoon, you and Arthur manage to behave yourselves. Now that Ms. Grimshaw is wise to your antics, she has been watching you like a hawk. She doesn’t need another “Karen and Sean” in camp, especially if it’s two of the hardest working people there. Of course the woman isn’t going to be heartless about it. But she does have a camp to run, afterall. 

Currently, you are over by the food wagon. With the autumn vegetables coming into harvest, you are trying your hand at a corn chowder to serve the gang. You’re hoping it will be a welcomed change from Mr Pearson’s usual stew that is served more often than not. Hopefully if it is well received, you’ll be able to can some of the thick soup for the upcoming winter months. 

A plethora of spices and herbs permeates the air as you stir the simmering mixture in the large cast-iron kettle that hangs over the fire. You sing quietly to yourself, watching the golden mixture bubble hypnotically as bits of bright orange carrots and deep brown potato skins dance as they soften to a delightful texture. Satisfied with the state of things for now, you set the ladle aside and walk a few paces back to the work table to cut up the fresh biscuits you baked earlier to go with your dinner. 

As you work, Arthur walks over to you, casually leaning his shoulder into the side of the wagon. He takes the cigarette that dangles precariously from his lips between his thumb and fingers and flicks it into the cool grass. “Hey you.”

“Hey you,” you beam back at him. “What are you up to?” 

Every time. Every damn time, that look of brightness and excitement in your face to see him sets Arthur’s tired soul alight, bringing him back to life just a bit more. 

“Nuthin.” The corners of his mouth tug up into a grin. He folds his arms over his chest, watching your hands for a moment as your delicate fingers sort the fluffy biscuits into a basket and cover them with a white muslin cloth. 

His watchful eyes dart around as he tries to act inconspicuous before he leans in a bit closer to you. 

“So I was thinking, maybe we could get together again tonight?”

You give him a questioning look at first, but when those crystal blue eyes flash at you and the corners of his lips begin to pull up even more, you know exactly what he means.

“Oh! Here in camp?” you ask surprised, your face dusting pink at the thought of it.

“Gonna have to sooner or later, right?” Arthur tilts his head with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders.

You think about it for a moment, contemplating the option. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” you say slowly, letting the idea sink in a moment. You’ve waited so long for him, so the thought that you could be together whenever you want now is exciting. Plus, your first time together was just so heavenly, you honestly can’t wait for another go at it. 

“Okay, then.” Your face lights up as the blush of your cheek deepens. You turn to look about as well, sharing in this cute little secret plan of his. “I can come by your tent later tonight? After everyone turns in?” you suggest, an air of hushed eagerness in your voice.

The elated expression on Arthur’s face is priceless. “Alright. Sounds like a plan, then.” Like a little kid waiting for Christmas, you can see him trying to contain his excitement. Arthur didn’t think you’d be quick to spurn him, but he has to admit, he wasn’t so sure if you’d be so readily willing to fall into his arms again so quickly. 

He holds your gaze as if there is something else he wants to say or do, but only simply nods. He runs the back of his forefinger along your upper arm as he pushes himself up and off the wagon and leaves you to finish what you're doing, heading over to the fire. 

You smile brightly and nibble your bottom lip as you watch Arthur stroll over with a swagger in his step as he joins Javier at the nearest fire, his attention keenly refocused on the gun in his friend’s hand. It must be a new one Javier found as Arthur takes the gun and flips it around in his hand, evaluating it. He opens the chamber and squints to look through it, checking the straightness of it. He spins the barrel and evaluates the weight of it in his oversized hand. 

Watching Arhtur handle this gun as if it were a simple kitchen utensil, you are suddenly filled with a bit of apprehension. You have never been afraid to be in Arthur’s presence, but it fills you with a sense of dread to hold him so dear to your heart like this, knowing that any moment could be the last time you set eyes on him. Being with a wanted outlaw, being with Arthur Morgan of all outlaws, is going to come with that level of fear. He warned you of this and it wasn’t until now that you fully comprehend his caution. It makes the fire within you that burns for him all the more intense. As your feelings for Arthur deepen by the very hour, if that’s even possible, this is something that you are going to have to be mindful of. And, take advantage of the time together whenever you have it.

—-----------------------------------------

Night has fallen across the camp, the sounds of chirping crickets and the occasional hooting owl echoing in the background as you stand in your tent. It’s another chilly night yet you are warm with exhilaration. The idea of being with Arthur again tonight has been all you could think about all day since he mentioned it. 

You dress in your newer nightgown for your amorous rendezvous, one that is a simple white cotton with white silky ribbon sewn into the hems. It has wider shoulder straps, leaving you arms exposed and hugs your bustline nicely as it cascades over your chest, creating a white waterfall of textured fabric and falls to mid-calf length. 

You look yourself over in your little mirror, primping and touching-up. Voluminous locks of hair spill over your bare shoulders, but you have pulled the sides back with a white ribbon to match your nightgown. Deft fingers comb through your hair, curling the pieces just so. Slightly trembling fingertips dab a bit of red rouge to the apple of your cheeks, as well as your soft lips. 

Your hands fidget over your body, smoothing everything out, as you wince just a bit in self-consciousness at your curves. You wish you had a more attractive body to offer, but it is what it is. Arthur has already seen you naked, so there should be no surprises, yet you are still thankful to have the modest covering of your nightgown. You grab the green shawl that took you several months to ineptly knit and wrap it around your shoulders as a finishing touch. 

Suddenly, you hear your name softly called out in the darkness outside of the tent. A smile instantly blooms across your face at the sound of your lover’s gravelly southern drawl. You skip over the few paces to the opening and pull back the tent flap to see Arthur standing there. 

“Hey you,” you whisper in a hushed tone, careful not to wake anyone. 

Arthur nods to you in greeting, the crow’s feet around his eyes crinkling at the sight of you. “Can I come in?” he asks, his gruff voice equally as hushed as yours.

“Of course!” and you step aside, allowing his large frame to slip inside your space unnoticed by the others as you quickly close the opening behind him. 

“Change of - woa!” he exclaims, instantly distracted once he finally turns and gets a good look at you in the lamplight. His eyes dance up and down the length of your whole body, drinking you in from your beautiful hair down to your delicately slippered feet. The golden glow of the oil lamp gives you an even softer look about yourself, the orange flame flickering in your large, sparkling eyes as you look up at him. 

Arthur’s reaction catches you off-guard and you self-consciously look down at yourself, wondering what you missed or could have done to yourself so quickly. “What? What’s wrong?” Your hands immediately start to smooth over the nightgown, searching for the offending item.

“You…you look…amazing!” he stutters in wonderment. Even with his earlier new-found bravado, it still floors Arthur that someone so beautiful, so wonderful, could be waiting for the likes of him. You are a white lily flower standing in your tent, graceful and delicate. And it comes as a stark reminder of just how damn lucky he is. Arthur wonders if you truly have any idea what sort of a man you have invited into your tent. 

Astonished eyes blink back at him, speechless at his response for a moment. Your cheeks flush ruby-red and warm, and you cast your eyes down with a grin, nervously tucking that same lock behind your ear. 

Clearing his throat, Arthur shifts his weight from hip to hip and gives his head a quick shake in an attempt to refocus his train of thought. “Change of plans. Not gonna work in my tent tonight. Dutch and Molly are still awake and fightin’ again. And that usually leads to ‘other things’ as well.” He rolls his eyes. For whatever reason, the last time the gang moved, Arthur’s tent, which he usually likes to be setup away from other people, was placed closer to Dutch. There was alot going on at that time, and it was probably for Dutch’s convenience and easier access to his right-hand man. But now, it is causing a bit of a “logistics problem” for the two of you. 

“Maybe we can stay here?” Arthur poses hopefully, waving his hand towards your cot. 

You bite the inside of your lip at the thought of it. “We’re kinda close to the girls,” you worry, tilting your head in the direction of their shared tent just on the other side of yours.  “Do you think we can be that quiet?”

A laugh huffs out of his nose as a smirk creeps across Arthur’s face.“You forget, I’m used to taken care of myself that way before you came along.” He shifts his weight on his hips again as his thumbs settle confidently onto his belt. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, giving him a humored look. “Right, because only men need that,” you say with that signature hint of sarcasm before the eyeroll comes. The statement causes Arthur to look at you in surprise, not expecting such a thing from a woman. The thought of you touching yourself in the solitude of your tent at night causes a sudden rush of blood to his groin. 

“I can be quiet if you can. But history says otherwise,” he snickers.

“Hey, I’m not the only one who was making noise that night,” you remind him with a look that is equally as smug as you cross your arms over your chest.

God, you are just so fiery. You have a spark in you, a fire about you that Arthur finds so irresistible. He hopes that you never let anyone extinguish that part of yourself. A sense of pride begins to bloom through his chest, knowing that he’s the one that you’ve chosen above all others for yourself. 

Arthur steps up closer to you, placing his large, strong hands on your hips and looking down at you expectantly with that look of escalating desire as your own hands unfold from their place on your chest and float up to grace his forearms. Your fingers wrap around the lower part of his arms, your fingertips barely able to meet due to the bulk of muscle there. The feeling of his skin beneath your fingers is enough to ignite the awaiting heat in your stomach and you have to take a deep, steadying breath to calm the thundering in your chest.

“Okay fine. We can try it here,” you shyly concede. You let go of him and walk a few steps to the large trunk at the foot of your cot that Arthur and Charles had pilfered off of a robbery for you. You quietly open the lid and pull out the large winter comforter that you are saving for colder weather. Shaking it out, the thick material waves in the air, and floats down flat on the ground, making Arthur step back a few paces to make room. 

“What’s this for?” he asks as he watches you pull your blankets off your cot next. “We picnickin’ now?”

“My cot is even squeakier than yours,” you joke as you start to pull any pillows and blankets you have to lay down as well. “Any fooling around we do on that thing is sure to let others know what’s going on in here.”

As Arthur watches you fix your literal “lovenest”, a troubled look suddenly clouds his handsome, chiseled face.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You casually look up at him out of the corner of your eye as you get the make-shift bed ready. 

“What if it's not as good the second time around? I mean, what if the first time was a fluke?”

The hesitation is heavy on his face. That first night together in the hunting shelter was so perfect, so divine. He can’t imagine anything shattering that little slice of heaven that he’s saved for himself in his mind.

As you stand straight again, you offer him such a radiant smile. “That night was amazing, Arthur. Absolutely amazing,” you agree emphatically. “So if we are even half that good this time, it's still going to be pretty damn good.” 

Arthur breathes a sigh of relief. You’re right. Nothing is probably ever going to compare to that night. But, he’s certainly up for the challenge. 

With his mind at ease, Arthur opens his arms to you and you stride over and curl up against him. You inhale and sigh deeply, taking in the notes of leather and cigarettes mingled with his own scent. He holds you close and affectionately kisses the top of your head before lowering his chin to reach your lips with his own. His hands gently land on either side of your face, pulling you in closer for the kiss. Your own hands instinctively find their way to Arthur's ribs, fingers splayed around the mass of him to feel as much as possible before tightly fisting up the material of his shirt to pull him closer to you. You can feel the warmth of him through the fabric. You feel safe here. You feel looked-after and cared for in his arms. And this is just what you need. 

What starts as lazy kisses intensifies with that deep breathing and eventual hip pull. Arthur’s lips show no mercy as they begin to work feverishly over yours, desperate for more. And your own body betrays you as you shiver with each kiss, your knees already falling weak. 

The air fills with muffled sounds of wet kisses and quiet moans as you both try to be quiet. Your nimble fingers start to impatiently pull at the buttons of his black shirt, while his own hands are preoccupied with gripping your arms before dropping to cup the supple flesh of your rear. Layers of clothing begin to quickly become unfastened and discarded as the intimacy rapidly escalates. Restless and busy hands fumble over each other, sometimes crossing the other person’s, fighting for access to the other. 

For a second, your mind flashes back to your previous thoughts of how every moment with Arthur could be your last, and how he could be snatched from you at any time. The idea emboldens you now, making you desperate to keep Arthur to you. You reach down and cup his rapidly growing bulge over his trousers, palming it in your hand, gently squeezing and massaging. A guttural groan of yearning rumbles up from his chest as Arthur angles his hips into your hand. With your lips still locked together and panting hotly into each others’ mouths, you move to make quick work of unbuttoning his pants, pushing the fabric back to get your hand underneath.

Your palm finds Arthur’s thick cock, already half-hard from anticipation. You begin to stroke as much as the confines of his pants will allow, causing his member to twitch in your skilled hand. Your thumb rubs over his tip, already becoming wet, and he breathes hotly against your skin.

His rough hands have already tossed aside your shawl and pulled the shoulder strap of your nightgown down for full access to the soft skin of your shoulder where he has already placed hot, wet kisses and slight bite marks. Arthur pulls the fabric further down your bicep to expose your breast which he immediately clamps his mouth onto, his tongue flicking against the pebbling nipple. Your hand reaches and curls tightly into his hair as your head drops back, your mouth gaped open.You are hardly able to contain the moan that is desperate to escape your throat.

The man already has your head spinning. You’d love to see Arthur completely bare again, like you were the first time at the hunting shelter. You want nothing more than to run your hands along his massive, strong chest and arms; to feel those burly thighs of his pressed around your hips. The idea of rolling around together, completely bare and skin to skin, is so tantalizing to you both. But you are in camp this time with nothing between you two and the rest of the gang except a thin layer of canvas. Plus, you had a fire there the last time to stave off the chill air. So your clothing will need to stay on while you are in camp and you’ll have to work around it. Out of sheer impatience and modesty, you manage to get Arthur’s shirt open enough to run your warm hand over his chest and push his pants down to his thick thighs.

Without letting go of each other for a mere second, you both ungracefully lower yourselves to the ground upon the nest of blankets, lips still locked with each clumsy and impatient movement. You manage to win the dominance of the moment and push Arthur down beneath you, his back up against your cot as you twist around and swing your leg over his hip to straddle him. Your hands wrap around his face and neck, pulling him to you as your tongues wrestle over each other’s. Arthur’s hands knead the tender flesh of your sides before running up your back, clutching at the base of your neck and tightly wrapping around your waist. 

The first time you and Arthur made love together was sweet and passionate, carrying that innocent frailty of being unsure and exploratory. But this time, that seal of the unknown has been broken already. This time, it is more hot and carnal, a desperate need to replenish the high that you both have already experienced and know is lingering under the surface and waiting to be unleashed once again. 

You rock back and forth on the outlaw’s lap, rubbing yourself against his ever-hardening cock. Your mouth breathes hotly into his mouth. Arthur feels so amazing beneath you that, like an addict dependent on their drug of choice, you have to have more of him. 

It's probably indecent how much you want him, but you really don’t care. Because you know he certainly doesn’t, and that’s all that matters. And you realize that nothing is indecent as long as you’re with the right person. And that is when you lose all of yourself to the man underneath you, giving in to your desire so completely, trusting that when you fall, Arthur will be there to catch you. You squeeze his face in your hands, pulling him in to you, squishing his cheeks slightly in the process.

Arthur is constantly on your mind. Your need and craving for him, for his hands to touch you, to press yourself up against his strong body, is a persistent ache, especially after that night in the woods. It’s as if his hands left permanent fingerprints scattered across your body. You yearn for Arthur when you are apart, and when you are together, even in the most innocent of circumstances, you just want to breathe him in and convince him that you are his.

Arthur releases the hold around your waist and hastily pulls the bottom of your nightgown up around your hips. He drops his hand between you two, seeking your heat as his wrist rubs against your pelvis with your persistent rocking. With all obstructions out of the way, his thick fingers begin to rake across your folds, basting themselves in the wetness that is quickly emanating from you. 

With your face squished against his, a soft groan ushers out of your mouth as his middle finger pushes up into you. Arthur slowly pumps in and out, waking up that bundle of nerves that are nestled so gently there. When his second finger joins the first, you have to bite your lower lip at the sheer feeling of it. Your breath quickens and your hands grasp his shoulders, fingers digging into the meat of his muscles. Your eyes roll closed and you begin to grind down onto his hand as he thrusts upward at the same time, shaking his hand back and forth in stimulation. Arthur’s motions draw impassioned squeaks out of you, eventually pulling his name from your trembling lips to be whispered against his temple. His thick fingers write poetry inside of you, rubbing and curling against that perfect spot. 

Just as before, Arthur watches your face and body as he touches you. He is totally mesmerized by how someone so horrible as himself could inflict such pleasure; how hands that could do such damage could still hold something so precious as yourself. He leans forward and leaves nibbling bites along your jaw, making you even crazier with ecstasy.

Arthur holds you so tightly that all of his own anxiety melts away instantly. And he realizes that you are the key; the key to his sanity, to his well-being. His restless hands hold you like you are the missing piece to his broken soul, as if he is trying to mend you into himself. It is here with you, with you entwined in his arms, that Arthur gets to forget the ugliness of your daily lives. The stealing, the killing, the running, all of it; it's a distant thought in his mind right now. All he can focus on right now is you. 

You pull back from Arthur’s face to look him in the eye as you lift yourself up a bit onto your knees. You push his hand from your heat before wrapping your hand around his cock. You give it a couple of slow pumps, relishing the feeling of the hard, thick muscle in your hand. You line yourself up to him and slowly sink back down, allowing his size to fill you so perfectly.

Your mouth gapes and hisses at the fullness of it and Arthur lets out a faint whimper of ecstasy of his own as the two of you conjoin once again. 

Pausing only long enough to meet and hold his gaze, you begin to move atop of him. You quickly figure out that if you grind your hips in a circular motion, it rubs with the most exquisite friction. Arthur’s eyes become heavy-lidded and he lazily clunks his forehead to yours in a moment of pure weakness at the new sensation. 

You move slowly at first, clenching your muscles around his cock as you pull up and down, but you just simply can’t maintain that pace. You are hungry and burning for him, and selfishly you give in to your own needs. You build up speed, each thrust of your hips gaining more momentum. A sharp huff emanates from him as he falls forward even more to lean his forehead onto your shoulder. There, his lips bury into your soft skin and he tries to muffle his uncontrollable moans and grunts.

Arthur doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the sight of you coming completely unraveled before his very eyes. He feels your trembling fingers digging into his skin and watches your face contort with pleasure as you ride him. It's a thing of such beauty, such awesomeness that he has no words to describe it. His head dips lower as his plump lips land to that sweet spot of soft skin on your chest just above your breasts. The sensitive porcelain-smooth skin reddens as his beard stubble scratches delightfully against it, setting your nerves on fire. Arthur clutches you even closer to him as you snap your hips back and forth, chasing that lightning that you know is on the horizon for you.

You begin to moan and pant even faster and louder now.  Your hand desperately grasps at him as your arm encircles his shoulders while the other one reaches behind you and pushes against his thigh to support yourself. A beautiful fog clouds your rational thinking as you get so caught up in the blissful moment.

Too caught up. 

The lines around Arthur’s eyes crinkle a bit in amusement. “You’re gonna have to try to be quieter, sweetheart,” Arthur muses. “You’re gonna get us caught.” His hand comes up to brush a few rogue strands of hair away from your eyes, before cradling your face and smashing his mouth into yours in an attempt to swallow your bewitching little sounds. But being quiet is proving to be easier said than done.

“Do you want…to stop…what we’re doing?” you ask between breaths, slightly annoyed at the light-hearted criticism.

“Hell no.” He pants out matter of factly.

“Then you try to hush it!” And you grind down especially hard to make your point. His stiff cock rams into your back wall; the tightness of your heat clenches unrelentingly around him. Arthur stifles a lustful whimper with your unexpected movement, and his head turns and eyes screw down tightly. It takes a moment for him to regain composure and he slowly opens those majestic sapphire eyes again to stare you down.

“Is that the game you wanna play, little miss?” Arthur growls out, his expression dark and lustful.

Your only response is a suggestive and taunting eyebrow lift as you continue to bop up and down, completely unaware of the beast that you have just unleashed with your salacious behavior.

In an instant, Arthur flips you from his lap to your back, causing a yelp from your throat, and he is quick to roll on top of you. His intense eyes stare you down like a predator. Those eyes alone can fill you with a need and desire like no other, even in the shadows of the night. His firm lips on your body fill you with fire, and the way he works his tongue over yours could easily make you forget your own name. 

Arthur’s grip on you is firm and solid. Not rough, exactly, but not gentle either. He comes up on his knees a bit, and forces his pants down a bit farther on his thighs to give him more flexibility to move. Large hands shove your nightgown up past your ribs. Arthur holds you exactly where he needs you to be, making it clear in unspoken terms that you are not to move. His chest heaves with hunger and you can’t take your wide and shining eyes off of him. He is magnificent. 

One of his hands hooks under one of your tender thighs and Arthur pushes it up to your chest. He holds it there with his broad chest as he leans over you, scissoring you as he wraps his free hand around his cock. When Arthur pushes his solid, heavy member into you once again, it stretches you in a whole different angle, leaving you absolutely breathless. 

He is in total control of your body now as he ruts deep and fast. The new position pulls on the back of your thigh, but it’s nothing compared to the new-found stretch inside of you. Arthur’s massive hand clamps over your mouth in an effort to muffle your moans and whimpers while he supports himself with his other hand set next to your head. Once he gets his bearings, Arthur leans forward even more as his face sinks into the side of your neck, huffing out hot, humid air onto your tingling skin. And you try so, so desperately to be quiet.

You lose all track of your senses as you are completely overwhelmed by them. Arthur is so handsome, so perfect. He is hard as lightning, yet can be as soft as candlelight. His strong, muscled body encompasses your own as he covers you. The very sight of him is enough to make you come undone if you thought about him long enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders as you angle your hips upward to meet the pounding of his as your breath races to keep up with his relentless pace.

In a brief window of clarity, Arthur makes a mental note to take you somewhere where you don’t have to be so quiet next time. He took for granted how loud you two could be, briefly forgetting how intense the first time was. He absolutely loves the sounds you make for him and he’s a bit resentful that he has to try to silence you and deny himself that simple pleasure. Your little moans and gasps make him grasp you even tighter; to push that much deeper and to squeeze that much harder as his mind is set afire. The hard ground beneath you digs into your back from his unrelenting force, even with the cushion of the blankets.

Athur relishes the way your body rocks back and forth as he rolls his hips into yours. Like a puppet, you move with each of his administrations. He can’t get over how you respond to his touch. Whether he is soft and caressing or rough and lustful, how can you be so pliable, so accepting to him?

He doesn’t last as long as the first time you were together, being too wound up with anticipation this time. But then again, neither do you with that pinnacle coming hard and fast just as before. Once again, the two of you are in perfect sync. Arthur can tell when you’ve hit your climax first, as your body spasms sharply beneath him and a euphoric yet muffled whimper escapes under his hand that is still clamped over your mouth. He can feel your calf muscle tighten sharply against his shoulder as your toes curl as the orgasm overtakes you. Then, your whole body goes limp with exhaustion, no longer able to maintain the energy to stay with him. This causes Arthur to push even faster to chase his own release. A few more greedy thrusts before he pulls his hips back, releasing his warm seed upon your abdomen with a satisfied grunt. 

When he’s sure you have control of yourself, Arthur releases his hand from your mouth, setting it next to your head, opposite his other. His head hangs exhaustedly between his shoulders as he hovers over your trembling body. Panting heavily, Arthur lowers himself to his elbows, cradling you to himself, but trying not to crush you in the process.

Once again, Arthur worries if he’s been too rough with you in his overzealous excitement. But that is quickly dispelled when you lift up to nuzzle your face into his cheek, your arms still gripping tightly around his shoulders. You pull Arthur down to lay overtop of you, eager to feel his warm skin against yours. He hums contently as he comes down from his rapturous high and his heartbeat tries to slow.

“Not gonna lie, but I could really get used to this” he mutters as he places soft kisses to the cuff of your ear and then over your eyebrow. He rolls over to his back, yet still close enough that his arm lays up against yours. You both lie next to each other panting and trying to catch your breath, staring up at the canvas ceiling of your tent. The slight burn between your legs faintly pulsates, leaving you feeling spent and your legs like jelly.

“You’re right though, we’ll have to work on being more quiet,” you giggle softly, turning your head to smile sheepishly at him. Arthur reaches down to entwine his thick fingers with your soft, delicate ones and lifts your hand to kiss them. After a moment, you reach over and grab one of your hand towels to clean yourself before handing it to Arthur and adjusting your nightgown to cover yourself again.

“I’m up for more practicin’. Just so you know,” he snickers as he wipes himself down and proceeds to pull his trousers back up around his hips. 

Arthur leans over you to toss the towel onto your cot then comes up on his side, head propped up on his hand and elbow so he can look down on you. In return, you roll on your side to face him, your arm comfortably tucked under your head as a pillow. 

“I may never leave the tent, if that’s the case,” you reply seductively.

“You’d get sick of me real quick.” 

“I don’t know, I’d find ways to entertain myself with you.” You roll even closer to him and wrap your hand around the back of his head to pull him to you and begin to playfully nibble on his ear.

Another soft chuckle bubbles its way out of his broad chest. “Miss (Y/L/N), you're makin’ me blush.” 

You draw back to see his face again. “If everyone else was unkind to you in the past, then I want to make up for that.” And you deliver a delicate kiss upon his nose.

“There’s a reason for that, ya know,” he raises an eyebrow in warning to you.  

“I’m not too worried about it.” You run your fingers through his hair and stare into his eyes, giving him the most loving smile. Arthur quietly stares into your face, his thumb drawing softly against your hip where his hand comfortably rests. 

“I can’t believe you’re real sometimes.” He kisses the pad of your thumb as you sweep it across his chapped lips as he speaks.

“I could say the same about you.” Another soft giggle leaves your lips.

“You’ll be disappointed when you find out,” he says flatly. 

It takes a moment, but your face turns into a slight frown of disapproval and your eyes catch an unhappy gleam in them. “You need to stop this, Arthur.” Getting a little exasperated, you reluctantly separate from him and his warmth and slowly sit up, leaning back against the cot. You wrap one of the blankets around yourself, drawing your knee up to your chest.

Arthur’s expression quickly turns to worry, afraid he’s already screwed something up. “I’m sorry, did I make you mad?” 

You look down as your fingers nervously play with the edge of the blanket around your shoulders. “A little. This needs to stop, Arthur. I know you’re not used to being treated kindly, but we really need to change that.” Your chin lifts again as you give him a look of slight admonishment.

His eyebrows pull together in shame. “What’s the point?” he pouts.

“What’s the-?” You rapidly blink back at him, totally flabbergasted. “Because I lo-…!” 

And you stop short in your speech, eyes widened. Your heart beats so fast and hard that you can hear it in your ears. It's too soon for you to say those three simple little words. You just got Arthur to admit he has feelings, period. You don’t want to spook him any more than you already have. So you'll have to reel this topic in for now. 

All in good time. 

“Because it hurts my heart to hear you talk about yourself like that, is all.” You quickly backpedal, tucking loose pieces of your hair behind your ear again as you avert Arthur’s gaze for a moment, hoping he missed your slip-up. Fortunately, he’s so preoccupied with your sad face that he missed the intention of what you were just about to say. 

Arthur gives you a guilty look. He never, ever wants to be the reason for any discomfort to you, even if it means he’s going to have to be kinder to himself. You are going to call Arthur out on his bull-shit; that’s something he’s going to have to get used to.

“‘M sorry.” He sits himself up now as well, set right in front of you. He gently takes your chin in between his thumb and fingers. “I’ll try. I promise.” His blue eyes look deep into your own in earnest to try to instill his words and convince you of his intention. He reaches down and takes your hand again and kisses the back of it before engulfing it with his own two in an attempt of an apology. 

“I want to show you what it’s like to be held the way you should be,” you say softly. Your other hand floats out to rest over his heart, feeling how it flutters beneath your palm. “You are nothing that I expected to find here when I first met you, Arthur. But you are quickly becoming everything that I have ever wanted. I know you think that you’re full of disappointment. But I promise you, there’s a huge part of you in there that is worth keeping.” 

Arthur stares back at you, slightly slack-jawed. His head tilts ever so slightly as if he’s about to say something, but whatever it is catches in his throat. His eyes glisten slightly from the mist gathering in the corners. Even in the golden shadows of your tent’s lamplight, you can see the crimson rise from Arthur's cheeks up to the tips of his ears as a smile slowly creeps across his handsome face before he has to avert his gaze from yours to collect himself. 

He places his hand overtop of yours on his chest, holding it there as if afraid you’ll retract your offer. Your words not only cut into him, but they nest there like a seed about to germinate and flower, blossoming into something beautiful for the whole world to see. Sometimes it’s best not to overthink, not to question too much and wonder why. Arthur just needs to stop and take a deep breath, and, as Dutch says, have faith that all will work out for the best. 

“We’re both broken, Arthur,” you breathe, your voice gentle and angelic in the quiet night. “But I think we just fit together so right. Don’t you?” Your glinting eyes burrow into him so deeply when he lifts his chin again to meet your smile. 

“God, I hope so,” he whispers.

—--------------------------------------------------------------

It’s been several days since you and Arthur have “officially” become a couple. And you are quickly settling into a comfortable routine. While you try to be discreet about the relationship and still have that jovial interaction publically, there is definitely a distinctive difference in how the two of you interact with each other. 

The shy and awkward glances and innocent flirting have given way to more assertive touching and possession. You and Arthur have always gotten on well together and everyone else could plainly see the attraction between the two of you, even when you yourselves could not. And now that it is all out in the open and acknowledged, it is as if the two of you have already been together for years. 

There is the unspoken responsibility for the other one that is always present; one that is tinged with love and respect. It’s a familiarity that usually comes with time and experience. But it is as if you and Arthur are old souls, already having been tied together since before you even met. 

They say that love has no bounds:  not time, location or circumstances can dictate how love will present itself. To have rules and restrictions is a losing battle. Like water cutting through the rocky terrain of a mountain canyon, love will cut its way through and carve out a whole new landscape for those blessed with its presence. 

Today, Arthur has just gotten back from a two-day stint out hunting for food and supplies for the gang. You wanted to go out with him, but since he was doing more than hunting, Arthur had taken Charles out instead, leaving you safely behind. It was kind of annoying at the time, but just as Arthur needs to get used to you being so nice to him, you are going to have to get used to Arthur being so protective of you. You are a precious jewel to him and he will stop at nothing to make sure that you are safe. 

Of course, the minute he’s back in camp, Arthur is called into Dutch’s tent for some damn thing. You sit at the table with some of the girls, mending one of Jack’s shirts, as your eyes follow his tired form lumbering over towards Dutch before returning your attention back to your work. Molly is sitting off to the side of you and looks up from her book as she notices Arthur’s return as well. 

“It’s about time they got back,” she mutters out loud. “Let me know when he’s done in there with Dutch. I need him to run into town for me.” She lifts her chin in Arthur’s direction.

You blink your eyes incredulously at her before a hard frown settles on your face. An irritated sigh huffs out of your mouth as you drum your fingers impatiently on the tabletop. You look at Molly and as calmly as you can, you simply utter “No”.

Molly looks at you for a moment, as if confused by your statement. 

“You’re going to have to send someone else, or wait until later when Arthur has rested up a bit.” You try your best to speak calmly yet firmly to her, as this is a subject that you are not going to yield on.

Molly’s green eyes flash at you as the irritation is clearly visible on her beautiful face. “What?!” 

“I’m sorry, what was the confusing part for you?” You tilt your head at her. “The ‘no’ or the ‘you have to wait’ part?” 

“Who the hell are you to decide anything around here?” the red-head snaps at you. “What, are you Arthur’s keeper now?”

“Apparently, because no one else around here is going to look after him. He does everything around here.” Your own voice begins to escalate as you wave your hand at the expanse of the camp. “The least you could do is give him a break between requests!” 

Tilly and Abigail look at each other nervously as they watch the exchange, not sure if they want to get caught in the middle of an impending catfight. 

At this point Arthur emerges out of Dutch’s tent and slowly makes his way through the camp, the exhaustion evident on his body. Giving Molly a quick scowl, you abruptly get up from the table and walk over to Arthur before anyone can approach him about anything else. You stop right in front of him, causing him to halt and lift his chin at you, a faint smile emerging on his face. 

“Hey you”, you say softly, smiling at him. 

“Hey”, Arthur counters. The minute he lays those blue eyes of his on you, the tension immediately begins to subside within his body.

You reach out and gently grab his gloved hand. “Come with me, please.” And you lead Arthur towards his tent. 

“Um, okay,” he replies, a bit confused. For a moment, Arthur thinks you are dragging him to his tent for some “amorous attention”, but he quickly dismisses that idea when he notices the slight irritation in your step.

Once inside his tent, you sit him down on his cot. You stand in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest, assessing his current state. “You look dead tired.” Your eyes are laced with concern.

“Yeah, I feel dead tired, too. Took me ten minutes to get down from my damn horse, I think,” he complains as he drags his hand over his haggard face that is past-due for a shave.

“Okay, then,” you insist definitively. “You stay in here, lay down and get some rest. I’ll go get you something to eat. Don't you move from this tent, understand?” you instruct as you point your finger at him. “I don’t want anyone asking you to do anything for awhile.” 

“Y/N, I appreciate that, but there’s work to be done around here.” He motions towards the camp before his hand falls limply into his lap.

“Don’t care right now,” as you are quick to shut that idea down. “Either someone else can do it for once, or it will have to wait a bit. If I have to, I’ll take care of it myself.” Your eyes are wide, with your eyebrows launched into your hairline and your body rigid.

“Okay, I guess.” Arthur smiles, pursing his lips a bit. He’s not used to someone helping him, let alone putting his needs first. He can tell by the look on your face right now that there is no arguing with you about this, either. Apparently, he’s not the only one in camp that one doesn’t want to piss off. 

Satisfied with his submission to your request, you turn and head out of the tent. Arthur just grins, shaking his head at your nonsense. His eyes cast down to his boots, half tempted to pull them off, but quickly gives up with the thought of the physical exertion of it. He takes a long, deep sigh, leaning out on his knees with his elbows, letting the stiff muscles of his back slowly unwrap themselves. He slowly wiggles his head back and forth, trying to get his neck to “crack” and release the tension sitting there. 

“Where are you going?”

Arthur hears your voice piercing through the air off in the distance and turns his head towards the commotion. He immediately notices that you’ve caught Sean trying to head over to the tent.

“I was just-” Sean sputters, pointing at Arthur’s tent.

“Nope, no. Don’t even think about it!” you snap sharply.

“Yeah, but-” the little man attempts to protest again, but you just are not having any of it. 

“I don’t care! Whatever it is that you need, go find Charles. And you keep your ass away from that tent! Understand?”

“Ugh, fine!” Sean huffs out a pout and stalks off to find Charles.

The sight makes Arthur chuckle in amusement at your protectiveness. “That’s my girl.” He lays back on his cot with a groan and closes his eyes, tossing his hat onto his chair. 

—------------------------------------

As the late afternoon breeze carries through the camp, it gently lifts a few ruby and topaz-colored leaves to skip across the cool grass. You’ve managed to keep everyone away from Arthur upon his return to camp, allowing him to rest a bit for once. After he’d eaten something, you discreetly tugged on his arm and pulled him away, wandering off to find a quiet spot. You both know it's only a matter of time before Arthur is called away from you for one thing or another, so you try to steal whatever quiet moments you can together. 

You sit peacefully under a tree at the edge of camp with Arthur’s head in your lap. Your fingertips absentmindedly curl themselves in that triangle of exposed skin between the top buttons of his union suit and shirt, playing with his chest hair. His hat is pulled over his eyes to shield them from the bright autumn sun, now starting to make its descent for the day. The sun’s rays sprinkle a peppered sunlight across your nose, gently warming your face. You read your book and hum softly to yourself until you hear Arthur’s soft snores in your lap, making you smile down at him. 

Soon, you see Hosea approaching from the side. The crunching of leaves under his worn black boots causes your head to lift in his direction. He instantly halts when he sees Arthur’s hat pulled over his eyes. You put a finger to your lips in a shushing motion. 

“He’s sleeping,” you mouth quietly. 

“Oh,” Hosea silently mouths in return. He stands there a minute, observing the tranquil scene in front of him. A certain sense of pride and even relief settles over Hosea’s chest as he observes you and Arthur together, sitting so untroubled and content. He wasn’t sure he’d ever see his adopted son so happy again. 

“Well, when he wakes up, let him know I need to see him, won’t you?” the older man whispers.

You smile and nod and Hosea quietly turns around to walk back towards the camp. 

After a few moments, Arthur’s voice murmurs “I ain’t sleepin’, you know.” His hat is still lowered, but you can catch a glimpse of his lips curling into a grin under it. 

“Shhh. I just bought you about another twenty minutes of peace and quiet. Don’t ruin it.” You lift the corner of his hat and peer under it. “And, yes you were. You were snoring.” You playfully drop the hat back onto his face resulting in a light laugh to huff out of him.

He gives himself a few more minutes of calm, but eventually, Arthur rolls himself up with a groan. He casually reaches over and grabs your thigh, tickling it and making you giggle and squirm. He’s slow to stand up, reluctant to move, as his knees make a slight popping sound. He brushes the grass off of his butt and leans over to grab your chin to kiss you on the lips and then your forehead. 

“Thanks for the nap, darlin’” He gives you a wink that makes your heart flutter in your chest. 

The smile you return is one of absolute adoration. “Anytime, cowboy.”

[wildmrmix]

Skimming The Outsiders, here’s quotes, or whatever it’s called. Lines? It’s words on a page that I saw and wrote down

“I’m a night,” Marcia said brightly. (page 28)

“Yeah” I sighed, wishing I had some paint to do a picture with while the sight was still fresh in my mind. (page 77)

Soda can make anyone grin. (page 101)

I remembered my mother . . . beautiful and golden, like Soda, and wise and firm, like Darry. (page 123)

“Why do people sell liquor to boys? Why? I know there’s a law against it, but kids get it anyway.” (page 129)

“— I have a pretty good build for my size, but I’d lost a lot of weight in Windrixville and it just didn’t fit right.” (page 132)

I backed up, just like a frightened animal, shaking my head. “I’m okay” I felt sick. I felt as if any minute I was going to fall flat on my face, but I shook my head. “I don’t want to sit down.” (page 153)

But Johnny was right. He died gallant. (page 154)

I had never given Bob much thought—I hadn’t had time to think. But that day I wondered about him. What was he like? (page 162)

I guess I was still out of shape, because we all three tied. No. I guess we all just wanted to stay together. (page 177)

[envirae]

my very first love ! — 08: everybody shut the hell up!

masterlist

prev // next

wc: 671

nothing could have prepared riki for the stress that would come mere hours before your study session.

he had hardly ever interacted with girls his age outside of school, and he even tried to avoid it. when his hyung's threw parties with girls, riki was rarely in attendance.

it wasn't even a real hangout; you weren't even visiting each other's houses or even a local cafe. it was a strictly school-related meeting in the school's library. that didn't stop riki from freaking out, though.

he knew couldn't ask his hyung's for help, that would practically be admitting that they were right and that he did have a crush on you. so instead, he stood in front of his closet, practically ripping his hair out trying to figure out what to wear.

by the time he had finally found an acceptable enough outfit, half of his closet was on the floor, and he was almost late. he made sure to try his absolute best to be on time, something that rarely happened for him.

he arrived promptly to school at 1 pm, and he saw you in the middle of the library with your earbuds in typing on your laptop. the library was mostly empty, since it was a saturday after all. when you finally saw him, you took your earbuds in and sent him a warm smile as you waved him over.

he took the seat across from you, and the two of you began brainstorming ideas for the project. you showed him the rough draft of ideas you had come up with in the time since being assigned the project, and he looked at you with a blank stare. "are you following me? or am i going to fast?"

"no i- i'm listening, i'm just...a little confused" he responded, and you could tell he was flustered.

it didn't take long for you to figure out that riki wasn't exactly the best at physics, and you'd likely have to do most of the work for the two of you to get a good grade.

not wanting to hurt his feelings, you eventually decided that you would do all of the research, and leave it to riki to put together the information and create the powerpoint.

"you probably think i'm an idiot, don't you?" he timidly asked, hiding his face in his hands from embarrassment.

"not at all! lots of people struggle with physics. hanni complains about it almost every day." you reassured, which slightly comforted riki.

it was a little awkward at first, but you felt riki starting to get more comfortable with you towards the end of your study session. he was even starting to laugh at your (quite pathetic) jokes, and although you'd never admit it, his smile made your heart skip a beat.

when he had to leave for his dance practice, both of you were a little upset that your time together ended so quickly.

you, on the other hand, had a few hours before their studio time ended and yours begun, so you just stayed in the library, pretending to be productive.

you headed towards the studio around 5:00, but you could hear loud screaming and shouting just from the outside.

"YOU'VE GOT SOME FUCKING NERVE SHOWING UP HERE" you heard someone yell.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. EVERYBODY ELSE CAN SEE HOW FUCKING EMBARRASING YOUR BEHAVIOR IS."

that was undoubtedly soobin's voice. you immediately ran into the studio, to find all of your members engaged in a heated fight between enhypen's seniors and jungwon, with sunoo and riki trying desperately to get them to calm down.

you rushed to help them, but nobody seemed to be listening. they weren't even listening to each other, really. mostly just yelling and trying to prove to the other team that they were in the right. you didn't even know you could yell that loud, but the childish bickering was pissing you off so bad that you suddenly shouted,

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP."

current taglist (closed): @haknom @kjrcrz @lalalalawon @123-678h @k25vi@imhuh @yenqa @useraerin @wondering-out-loud @captivq @enhaz1 @luvistqrzzz @luvchungha @beomgyusonlywife @heart4hees @mrchweeee @heefys @hangecanweholdhands @jayujus @jaeyunsimswife @yumilovesloona @pagesofmiracles @eumppattv @fluerz @n0t-kc @darly6n @haechansbbg @kxr0mi @cakiedayy @gyuszie @latriii @neocockthotology @solstramaii @teddywonss @nishimurasgirl @yjwfav @yanagisprettygf @hyunsllvr @lunavixia @rosabella1009 @ddeonubaby @iea-tsand @cakeart12 @vssvvssv @haewho @meiiiwa @eloelooo @girlokarina @i-hwa @crookedlysupertimemachine @yannew @lynn555 @k1ttylvr 

bold cannot be tagged

SYNOPSIS: though all of his hyung’s are notorious for being some of the biggest players at HYBE, nishimura riki has yet to even have his first girlfriend. when his interest is finally piqued by a girl from their rival dance team, his hyung’s will stop at nothing to make sure he gets her— but not before causing a little trouble.

reblogs are appreciated!

[simpforchuchu]

POV : You are dating Murayama and you are from Sannoh

Your Insta 🌟

Liked by murayama,yamato and 128 others

Y/n broo can we just go and eat ??? plzzz @/murayama

|| murayama Bro ? I AM YOUR BOYFRIEND

--》yamato unfortunately...

--》y/n Do not even start again!

|| furuya Please just take him before he sleeps 6373. time...

--》y/n yeah yeah we going 🤗

Liked by cobra,chiharu and 121 others

Y/n FINALLYYY 😭💕

|| murayama You didnt wait that long babe

--》y/n shut up

|| chiharu You look so pretty y/n-san

--》y/n thanks chi-chi 💕💕

--》tetsu Cobra-san is waiting for you y/n-san... And he doesnt look so happy...

--》y/n coming 😔

Liked by cobra,dan and 112 others

Y/n He is pouting since i came...

|| murayama why ?

--》y/n He said "it is still not too late" and i said please dont :(

--》murayama too late for what ?

--》y/n to break up

--》murayama oh...

|| cobra i was being serious

--》y/n you always serious 😭

--》yamato he just wants to protect you...

--》y/n its been 1.5 years...

|| noboru dont worry it was just a joke

--》yamato no it was not

--》y/n 😔😭

Liked by todoroki,fujio and 134 others

Y/n He asked me to wait a bit... after beating his kids I guess we finally can go 🤗

|| murayama they are not my kids

--》y/n yeah they are still babies 🥺

--》murayama 😒😒

|| todoroki we are not kids

--》y/n then stop acting like a kid 😌

--》todoroki sometimes i hate you more than him

--》y/n kids are so rude these days...

|| fujio When are you gonna come again y/n-san ? 😍

--》murayama stay away from my girlfriend

--》y/n hey i love this one

--》murayama babe please...

--》fujio i love you too y/n-nee 💕

--》y/n 🥺💕

--》murayama Oi !!!

Liked by murayama,noboru and 126 others

Y/n He looks tired 🥺💕

|| murayama never of you ❤

--》y/n 😭❤

--》yamato 🤢🤢

Liked by dan,tetsu and 129 others

Y/n He texted me "You wanna see snowducks ??" And here he is...

|| murayama heyy they are cute

--》y/n they are not even made of snow 😒

--》murayama 😔

|| tetsu where did you even find them

--》y/n it is a secret 🤫

|| chiharu Did he buy you one ??

--》y/n yess ASGWHXKSKKX

Liked by hyuga,kizzy and 132 others

Y/n damn daruma looks so cool 🤩

|| murayama oh no

--》y/n YESS

|| cobra pick UP YOUR PHONE

--》y/n 🤩🤩🤩

--》yamato you really are gonna be his early death...

|| chiharu can we go together againn ???

--》y/n sure ;)

--》tetsu No you idiots...

|| hyuga it was nice to see you, y/n-chan. Come again 🥳

--》y/n 🥳🥳

--》murayama cobra will kill me

--》cobra damn i will

Liked by yamato,noboru and 123 others

Y/n oh no he looks scary :((((

|| murayama Was he too angry ?

--》y/n he was worried 😔

|| cobra ....

--》y/n im sorry and love you Cobra-nii :(

--》cobra i love you too y/n but please dont get me worried like this again 💕

--》y/n 💕💕

|| tetsu y/n is the only one that cobra-san can not get angry 😒

--》y/n 😛😛

Liked by murayama,seki and 131 others

Y/n we are cute 🥺💕

|| murayama you are cute and pretty and beautiful and everything nice....

--》y/n stoop 😭💕

|| tetsu actually they are really cute

--》cobra no.

Liked by tetsu,fujio and 125 others

Y/n so fucking lucky to have you 💕

|| murayama I love you angel ❤

--》y/n ❤

[wonswondrland]

departure

warning! vulgar language + written! (wc 566)

i sat on the hard wooden floor of the abandoned practice room. the lights were dim, the leds from the hallway lighting up the room from the small windows. i sighed looking up at the clock on the wall. 2:47. i dissociated for a couple of seconds, staring at the wall, the faint steps of feet heard from the other practice rooms becoming white noise in my brain. suddenly the aggressive vibration of my phone rips me from the trance signaling renjun’s call. “hi baby. are you okay?” i smile at his sweet voice. “been better. it’s kind of just radio silence in my mind rn. I can’t help but dissociate every couple of minutes,” i chuckle, sadly, trying to pretend i’m okay. “baby” he drags out, “i’m so sorry. i’m on my way to your dorm right now and i’ll be waiting for you as soon as the meeting is done okay? i’ll be here with you no matter what happens today” i smile at his words. my eyes glance upwards at the clock again. 2:56. “i love you my angel. stay strong okay?” “thank you junnie. i love you so much” i whisper, closing my eyes. “you’ve got it, love. go to the meeting and i’ll be here waiting for you,” renjun sweetly soothed my nerves as he hangs up. i take a deep breath and make my way to the elevator.

i bounced my leg under the table, nerves surging through my body. yujin places her hand on my knee. “breath,” she whispers. i nod, trying not to have a mental breakdown as out manager and the higher ups of hybe and belift walk in. the door closes and the room suddenly feels heavy. i try my hardest to listen but i can’t help but feel like the walls are closing in on me. it’s not to rei waved her hand in front of my face that i’m snapped back to reality. “kl are you okay?” she whispers. i nod quickly, rubbing my hands on my legs, letting out a sigh. “so going forward, we have decided that kl is to be removed from trbl.” all six of us gasp, immediately realizing what was happening. i feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. “your contract with trbl will be terminated today and we will begin your transition into a soloist. you will move out of the dorm tomorrow into your own apartment provided by the company. we will meet again next week to go over your new direction with belift.” at this point we are all crying, the girls all hugging me. i quickly dry my eyes. “thank you,” i choke out. my now ex manager gives me a sad smile as everyone but the girls leave. as soon as the door closes i break down leaning on rei. “i’m so sorry.” 

i walked into my room to see renjun sitting on my bed. i immediately lay down on his chest, crying. “oh princess i’m so sorry,” he whispers, holding me close. he rubs my back and leaves a gentle kiss on the crown of my head. “i’m so sorry love.” i clung onto him like a koala, sobbing. after a while my sobs calmed as i listened to his soft breathing and rhythmic heartbeat. renjun continued to hold me tight, both of us eventually falling into a deep slumber. 

Eyes Off You

prev - masterlist - next

a/n! okay im so dead wrong for waiting like 20 days to post.. i've had this written and literally have just been lazy and then has finals and shit but now i'm back! i'll be posting a couple more chapters tonight and then eyes off you will be on a short pause until december 27th but i will posting A LOT in the meantime!! enjoy!𝜗𝜚

taglist! open :) (purple means i can’t tag you)

@sthinqsz @hwalllllllelujah @lovelymura @ja4hyvn @wonamour @tomorrowbymoa-together @luviehyck @chloexc @w0nslvr @electrobutterfly @kgneptun @nikiswifiee @heeseungspookie @jwonistic @pshwrldd @enhabooks @noname-123s-things @slvrnm @right-person-wrong-time

[salemshotspot]

THE ONLY MEDICINE I NEED

Razor Ramon x 123 Kid

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

DESC: Razor is the only thing that Kid can think of when he can't sleep [BASED ON THE BELOW MESSAGE FROM @outsiderswolfpac]

WARNINGS: Not Proof Read//Implied Anxiety//Mentions And Descriptions Of Sleep Problems//Brief Mentions Of Self-Hatred//Implied Paranoia And Delusions//Mentions Sleep Medication//Mentions Of Not Taking Meds//Mentions of Self-Destructive Behaviour

A/N >> Drop writing requests in my inbox and lmk if you'd like to be tagged/untagged in any future fics :)

TAGS: @prettyboymichaels-ao3 @outsiderswolfpac

Enjoy!

——————————————————————————

Sean defeatedly picked up his phone to check the time, the harsh blue light of his phone causing his eyes to wince; 3:48am in obnoxiously large white digits mocked him. It was the one thing Sean had always hated about himself, ever since he can remember he hasn't been able to sleep. It started at a young age, he was around six years old and he would be overwhelmed with visions of his roof caving in on him while he slept so he did his best to stay awake, almost as if staying awake would somehow ensure this wouldn't happen. He was certain he'd grow out of it, then he turned thirteen and was plagued with nightmares so graphic he still to this day shudders at the thought. Although Sean knew deep down his fears were irrational he couldn't shake them, he couldn't shake the correlation in his mind between sleep and danger, what if he goes to sleep and something bad happens to somebody he cares about? What if he went to sleep and never woke up again? He couldn't comprehend sleep as peaceful, the idea of being alive but not conscious for hours never sat right with him, it terrified the most vulnerable depth of his being.

All of this changed once Sean met Scott, there was something about him which calmed Sean, something about him which made the world stop in place, allowing Sean to feel both safe and calm enough to entertain the idea of sleep. Scott knew this; although he didn't know the exact details as to why Sean found it so difficult to sleep or why Sean needed sleep medication he knew Sean always slept much better while he was around. Both Sean and Scott were staying in a hotel in preparation for an upcoming event and Scott had insisted they book a room together, claiming it's a smart idea money wise, not wanting to let Sean know that not only does he wanted to keep an eye on him but also Scott found himself able to sleep happier when he had Sean safe with him. However the hotel had no rooms which had two beds meaning they had to book separate rooms which, although he didn't want to admit it, worried Scott, leading him to give Kid a spare key to his room 'in case of emergencies.'

From the second they had booked their rooms Sean was determined to not use the key Scott had given to him, Scott was a very straight forward man which is why Sean knew he wouldn't give him a key to his room if he wasn't completely serious about Sean being able to use it at any time so why was Sean so hesitant to do so? Maybe it was his sleep deprived mind attempting to further destroy him but Sean couldn't shake the vivid image of Scott's face painted with anger as he spoke in a mocking fashion; 'you call you struggling to sleep an emergency?' Sighing, Sean came to the conclusion that Scott's ridicule would be easier to stomach than any of the thoughts which were stopping him from sleeping so, grabbing a pillow as an extra barrier of comfort between himself and anything outside of his room, Sean slowly made his way to Scott's room at the other end of the eerily empty hall.

Once at the intimidating door which blocked him from Scott, Sean found himself paralysed, tears threatening to overwhelm his eyes, the idea of being so vulnerable with Scott, admitting to him he couldn't sleep because of a list of incomprehensible factors was almost too much for Sean, he couldn't bring himself to entertain the idea that Scott might actually throw this back in his face. Shaking his head in an attempt to shake the very idea from his mind, Sean muttered under his breath, 'no, Scott wouldn't do that, not to me' before bringing his shaky hand to the door handle to let himself into Scott's room after attempting to quietly unlock the door.

Slowly closing the door behind him, Sean's eyes scanned the room both searching for Scott and checking there was no danger in an attempt to quell his deafening thoughts. If Sean wasn't so worked up he would've smiled and chuckled softly to himself when his eyes landed on Scott who was deep in sleep, Sean has always envied how welcoming sleep was to Scott, what was it about him that made him so much more worthy of the warm embrace of sleep? What was so undesirable about Sean which made him so repulsive to the very concept of rest?

Hugging his pillow tightly, fear and embarrassment overcame Sean as he instinctively turned to leave, the idea of bothering Scott feeling foolish to him now. Before Sean could leave he heard a gruff voice in the dark; 'Sean? Is that you?' In any other situation Scott's voice being so gruff from waking up would've caused Sean's heart to flutter but Sean's self-inflicted guilt just caused tears to fall onto Sean's sunken face as he spoke; 'Scott I'm so sorry for waking you up please don't be mad' Sean's voice fell to a whisper 'I'll leave you to go back to sleep I'm so sorry.' Scott, not fully grasping what was happening shifted in bed and patted the empty space next to him, when Sean stayed stood up Scott muttered sleepily; 'are you getting in or are you going to keep watching me sleep Kid?' A wave of relief washes over Sean as he softly smiles and gingerly walks over to Scott, rolling his eyes at Sean's pace Scott gently grabs Sean once he is in his reach and pulls him down to the bed, instinctively pulling Sean close to his chest, happily humming as he caged Sean in his arms.

A few moments of peaceful silence passed before Scott yawned softly and questioned 'did you forget to take your meds?' To which Sean weakly answered; 'didn't want to take them, it just felt' his voice trailed off 'it just felt like a bad idea Scott' Sean admitted, unable to properly explain to Scott how taking his meds wasn't something his mind would let him do. Scott hummed in understanding; 'tomorrow morning give me your meds, I'll make sure you take them' he stopped once he heard how harsh he sounded, quickly changing his tone, 'I hate seeing you like this Kid, I want to make sure you're looking after yourself and if you're not then I'll do it for you.'

Before Sean could answer, Scott was already asleep once more, even in sleep holding him close, the security of Scott's arms and steady breathe quickly lulled Sean into the sleep he was so desperately craving, Scott assumed he was hearing things in his tired state but he was sure he heard Sean mutter an 'I love you' while the two men fell in and out of sleep.

—————————————————————————— A/N >> I feel like whenever I finish a fic ten more appear in my drafts

[dreamnotnapss]

The fact that sapnaptwo duo names are from the very core of who they are as friends?

'123' as the beginning of their becoming brothers, sticking by each other, the only person dream showed his face to, dropping everything to live with him, luring out antis in team games so he can ruthlessly slaughter them, still being their call sign even now to the point that Dream wants a '123' tattoo?

'Come hang out with me in Comfy' the voice chat they specifically made just for the two of them to exist in, sharing (oversharing) their lives with snaps of their every activities (poop pictures, really guys??), trying to accommodate your best friend when he's sick and you don't think your house is good enough, snuggling up to him (now that you've admitted he's taller) in every picture and grabbing his waist when you do, traveling together to all the places they've been wanting to go for so long?

Argh i love them so much they're such life partners.

god anon you're so right

their duo names are so lovely because they don't come from a single interaction or from their association with an item. no, they come from their roots. from special interactions reserved for the two of them (and the two of them alone) to share. and they continue to pop up to this day! Dream mentioning '123 skype call' in his Wired interview. George and Sapnap unable to stay apart: having each other's stream open despite having their rooms right next door to each other

it's fits them to a t

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 123 🔞

Prompt: Hot But Doesn’t Know It TA Younghoon

Tags: Unprotected sex (duh? It’s me?), semi-public sex, crying during sex

A/N: This is the full combined version so the newest part is at the end. Enjoy!

“I think I’m bad at my job,” Younghoon announced when he walked in the door.

“Why? All the students love you. You’ve gotten awards every year. They’re begging you not to graduate,” Chanhee replied.

“My office hours are always full. Students are asking me to go over stuff that I know I explained well in class,” Younghoon loosened his tie and flopped on the couch. Chanhee stared at him then burst out laughing.

“What? What’s funny about that?” Younghoon asked.

“They’re there because they think you’re hot and asking you about stuff you explained in class is a good excuse to stare at you for longer,” Chanhee explained.

“What? No, I’m just average,” Younghoon insisted.

“I hate to break it to you my beloved bestie, but you are 100% Grade A Hot Man beef. If I hadn’t known you since we were 4 and it wouldn’t be vaguely like fucking my brother, I’d prove the point myself. Ask one of the other TAs. What about the guy who has the office next to you? Changmin?” Chanhee replied.

“I can’t ask my coworker if he thinks I’m hot. That’s, like, sexual harassment or something,” Younghoon blushed.

“Fine, but I’m telling you your students aren’t flooding your office because you’re a bad teacher,” Chanhee shrugged.

Younghoon considered what his roommate said. And kept considering it. When he walked into work the next day he almost bumped into Changmin.

“Shit! Sorry!” Younghoon caught one of the cups he almost knocked out of the other man’s hand.

“No problem. That one was for you anyway,” Changmin smiled, revealing the dimple on his cheek.

“Really? Thanks,” Younghoon smiled back.

“Iced Americano, easy on the ice,” Changmin told him. “What’s on your mind?”

“What do you mean?” Younghoon asked.

“You seem more distracted than usual,” Changmin replied.

“Umm, well, it’s a little embarrassing,” Younghoon scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh?” Changmin raised an eyebrow.

“Come in,” Younghoon opened his office and let Changmin in. Changmin sat in the chair across from the desk and waited. Younghoon sat in his chair, trying to figure out how to not completely make a fool of himself.

“Yesterday I told my roommate that I thought I was bad at my job because students are always in here and he said it’s because I’m hot not because I’m a bad teacher,” Younghoon blurted out.

“Well he’s right,” Changmin shrugged.

“Pardon?” Younghoon stared at him.

“That you’re hot,” Changmin replied nonchalantly.

“You think I’m hot?” Younghoon repeated.

“I’m not the only one,” his coworker smirked as he took a sip of his coffee. “Were you previously unaware of how attractive you are?”

“I never really gave it much thought,” Younghoon admitted.

“Well as someone who is most definitely interested in men, you’re hot,” Changmin grinned.

“Oh, um, thank you. You’re…you’re good looking too,” Younghoon stumbled over his words.

“You don’t have to compliment me back if you don’t mean it,” the other man laughed.

“No, I’m also interested in men and you’re…wow I don’t know how to say this without feeling like I’m gonna get reported to HR,” Younghoon’s face was bright red. Changmin leaned over and put his hand over one of Younghoon’s hands.

“Whatever happens in this office stays in this office,” Changmin told him.

“Promise?” Younghoon asked.

“Promise,” Changmin confirmed.

“I think you’re hot too, but I didn’t want to assume anything so I never said anything plus we work together and I don’t want to make things weird,” Younghoon replied.

“Are you saying you’re interested in me, Kim Younghoon?” Changmin asked.

“Yes, I’m very interested in you,” Younghoon nodded.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Changmin grinned. He stood up and walked over to Younghoon. “You said you’re interested in men. Have you ever been with a man?”

“Um, it’s been a while,” Younghoon replied.

“Because you’re a workaholic?” Changmin asked, casually straddling Younghoon’s lap.

“That’s what my roommate said so probably, yes,” Younghoon rested his hands on Changmin’s hips while trying not to have a heart attack.

“Your roommate seems like a pretty smart guy. Why aren’t you with him?” Changmin rested his arms on Younghoon’s shoulders.

“We’ve known each other since we were kids so the idea of anything sexual with him feels vaguely incestuous,” Younghoon replied.

“Well that’s good news for me. You’re single, hot, smart, and if you’re open to it I’d like to ride your cock,” Changmin began loosening Younghoon’s tie.

“Right now?” Younghoon was now convinced he was going to have a heart attack.

“Mmhmm,” Changmin noised as he kissed Younghoon’s jaw.

“I don’t have lube or condoms or anything,” Younghoon told him.

“I have spit and I don’t mind going raw if you don’t. I’m clean,” Changmin replied, his hands hovering over Younghoon’s belt buckle. Younghoon bit his lip.

”Okay, sure, yes,” he agreed.

”Perfect,” Changmin kissed him, undid his belt, and unzipped his pants while Younghoon was still trying to process the fact he was about to have sex in his office. He’d heard some of the other TAs talk about their antics when they were supposed to be working or in between students, but he never thought of himself that way. Time to reconsider.

”Up,” Changmin instructed. Younghoon lifted his hips and Changmin pulled his pants and underwear down in one go. He got up on his knees and shucked off his own pants and underwear. Younghoon was half hard and leaking.

”Pretty,” he said as he swirled the pre-come around the tip of Younghoon’s cock. Younghoon bit his lip to keep from moaning. Changmin laughed as he teased Younghoon more.

”Mean,” Younghoon finally grunted out.

”Hardly,” Changmin disagreed as he worked Younghoon to full hardness. “I’m the best fuck you’ll ever have even in a shitty office chair.”

Younghoon dropped his head back and whined, then immediately slapped his hand over his mouth. He picked his head back up in time to see Changmin spit on his fingers and reach back to open himself up.

”Won’t take long. I fucked myself hard this morning,” Changmin told him.

”With what?” Younghoon asked before he could stop himself.

”What do you mean with what? A fake dick that’s bigger than the real one I’m about to take,” Changmin stuck out his tongue.

”Did you just call me small?” Younghoon gave him a look.

”No, I said I used a massive dildo this morning. The real thing is always better anyway,” Changmin replied. Younghoon wasn’t convinced, but didn’t have long to consider Changmin’s answer before the other man was seated on his cock.

”Holy sh-,” Younghoon choked.

”I’m also not very patient,” Changmin added.

”I can tell,” Younghoon said.

”Call it a personality flaw. Now I’m going to ride you as hard as this chair will allow,” Changmin replied.

”I have a better idea,” Younghoon said

”Which is?” Changmin questioned. Younghoon grabbed Changmin’s ass, stood up, and laid the other man across his desk.

”I fuck you,” Younghoon replied, wrapping Changmin’s legs around his waist.

”Well fuck, okay. Let’s see what you’ve got,” Changmin looked up at him. Younghoon’s hands almost completely encircled Changmin’s waist as he started to thrust into him.

”You like it rough?” Younghoon asked.

”I can take it,” Changmin replied.

”Okay,” Younghoon grinned and began pounding into Changmin. Younghoon couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten himself off. It had been years since he had a boyfriend. The feeling of being inside his hot office neighbor ignited something in Younghoon. He watched with feral desire as Changmin’s red cock bounced with every thrust. Younghoon wanted to touch him, but he wanted Changmin to come on just his cock even more.

”Hoonie…” Changmin whined.

”What is it, baby?” Younghoon huffed out. Baby?

”Touch me. Please,” he whimpered.

”No, I don’t think I will,” Younghoon smirked down at him.

”But I need it,” Changmin sounded pathetic. And needy. Fuck, it was hot.

”You’ll come on my dick and only my dick. You’ve said you’ve taken bigger,” Younghoon replied. The desk was starting to shake with every thrust and the distinctive noise of skin on skin could definitely be heard outside the door. Changmin’s high pitched whines only confirmed what someone might suspect.

”I’m close,” Changmin said, tears streaming down the side of his face.

”Good,” Younghoon was going as fast as his hips and the angle would allow. A few moments later, Changmin came, his cock releasing come on their legs, his shirt, and whatever else happened to be in the way because Younghoon didn’t stop. Watching Changmin crumble in pure pleasure below him finished Younghoon. His balls emptied into Changmin’s body with impressive force. Younghoon wasn’t entirely sure he didn’t black out. When he finished, he picked Changmin back up and sat them back in the chair.

”That…was not how I was expecting this to turn out when I first suggested this,” Changmin sighed.

”Better or worse?” Younghoon questioned.

”Better, much better,” Changmin looked up at him.

”Good,” Younghoon kissed his forehead. “I guess now I can tell Chanhee that at least one of my co-workers confirmed I’m hot.”

”Yes, yes you can,” Changmin laughed a little.

[ask-jamtheimp]

Day 7 of Regressuary:

Theme: Siblings

Charachters: Jam and @theogclownboy Toby, Zeek, and Ellie

Fandom: Helluva Boss/Hellaverse

Summary: After a fufilling snack time the two little imps have a little playtime in the park and the caregivers realize just how inseparable the pair are.

Authors Note: Third and last part to this trilogy! Please read day 5 and 6 before this one! Don't worry more pair ups with Zeek and Jam will still happen throughout regressuary so stay tuned!

"Oh dear what a mess-I think we need to get you two little ones cleaned up!" Ellie said with a chuckle as she looked at both imps in their highchairs. Zeek had food all over his face, hands, and bib. Jam had stayed relatively more clean however, only having some food around his mouth and hands. Toby took out some wipes and started cleaning off Jam's face. He was pretty good about it so he just quietly let Toby clean him off. On the other hand the minute Ellie held up a wet washcloth to Zeek's face he immediately began to fuss. "No! Nooo! No wanna!" He whined as he moved his face away from the washcloth and stuck his tounge out. "Come on now dear, I need to get all of this yucky stuff from off of you face!" "NO!" Zeek shouted as he huffed and hissed at the washcloth. Jam looked over at him before saying. "Zee-zee! Lookies! It not bad! N' its fast!" Zeek looked over seeing just how quickly it took for him to get his face all cleaned up but still shook his head. "I don't wanna!" He said while crossing his arms. "Big boys hab cwean faces though!" Jam said while pointing to Toby's face. "My papa has a cwean face!" Toby chuckled before nodding. "Kiddo's right Zeek, all big boys gotta keep themselves clean. And its 123! Super quick." Zeek huffed before mumbling "okay..." and sitting still long enough to allow Ellie to wipe his face and hands off and take off his bib. "Good boy" Toby said as he ruffled Zeeks hair gently before ruffling Jams hair as well "And thank you for helping out with that pup. Very responsible of you. Now how does a little outside time sound?" Both littles eyes widened as their tails started wagging, Jams jingled when it did and immediately held his arms out to be taken out of the highchair. Toby picked them both up and out of the highchair and put them on the floor where they both dashed over to the door excitedly squealing and chanting to go to the park.

After a few minutes of the caregivers packing up the last of what they needed for their little park trip Ellie pulls out the stroller she had set up for Zeek and puts him in it, although Zeek reaches out for Jam before he gets buckled in and whines, meanwhile Jam looks around before pointing at himself. Toby chuckles and nudges Jam towards the stroller. "I think he wants you to ride with him, kiddo." "Can I?" Jam asks. He was excited to finally be able to ride in a stroller no longer by himself this time! "Well, if you both can fit in it, that is..." Toby said with a slight frown. "It's definitely not made for two tots, but let's see if you can squeeze in." Toby said as he picked up Jam and tried to fit both imps into the stroller. No matter how he tried, one always seemed to be more uncomfortably squished than the other. Toby sighed before stepping back. "Sorry, kiddos, no dice. I don't think you both can fit in there." Jam pouted, and Zeek definitely wasn't too happy about that fact. "I want him ta wide wif me though!" He complained to Toby who just shrugged. "I'm sorry, kiddo but you both just can't fit at the same time. It's not made for 2 kiddos." "Well then I don't wanna go!" Zeek said with a huff as he got out of the stroller and sat on the floor refusing to move. "Yeah me eitha!" Jam also said with a pout as he crossed his arms and sat on the floor beside Zeek. Toby sighed before an idea suddenly popped into Ellies head. "Now now little ones, if you both can't fit in the stroller you can both walk together! And if your feet get tired we'll carry the stroller along with us just in case. How does that sound?" Both littles thought for a moment, Jam stopped pouting and looked at Zeek, he didn't seem to mind that idea actually. Zeek also stopped pouting and looked back at Jam slowly coming to terms with it before the pair got up. "Okay mama!" "Okay Ms. Ellie" They both said, Toby looked at Ellie and chuckled before whispering to her "Well they came around quick." "Well I figured that they just wish to be doing the same thing together is all. Even if it is walking." "That's smart." Toby said before proudly looking at Jam. He was so happy that his little seemed to be getting along more than well with Zeek.

After the caregivers made sure their respective littles had on their leash backpacks, they all headed out to the park. While watching the two littles run, skip, and play while walking, Toby spoke to Ellie. "I think this was great! I've never seen my kiddo this happy. He's been speaking of wanting a friend for such a long time and now he came out with a brother! Isn't that something?" Ellie chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Why yes, it is. Im glad Zeek has a friend and brother too. They seem like a perfect pair. Most certainly unseprable." "For better or for worse." Toby said exasperated, although he knew it would be a challenge since they always wanted to do stuff together if it was for the sake of these kiddos keeping their sibling bond he was willing to do it. No matter how much fussing it took.

"Okay pups look over here and say cheese!" "Cheese!" "Look where?"

*Click*

(Art by @theogclownboy )

Hope you enjoyed! Please like and reblog to help!

[alwayzraven]

Kardeşlerim Ep 123

Berk was sitting in the cafeteria with Aybike. She was trying to make him write poetry. Gokce came to see Berk and asked him if she left her gloves in his car. Berk panicked and Aybike was surprised. Berk  told her that he didn’t see them and she said:”oh then I must’ve left them at the restaurant” then she left. 

Aybike:”I didn’t understand! Did you guys go to a restaurant? Was she in your car? What’s going on?”

Berk:”This is what happened, my love: didn’t I go out with my dad for dinner yesterday? While we were eating, dad saw Gokce, she came over to our table and dad put her on the spot and told her to sit with us and I couldn’t say anything then. We ate our dinner and after that, my dad told her that it was late so we’ll drive you home and we drove the poor girl home. That’s what happened. ”

Berk sounded like he couldn’t catch his breath. He was so scared this would affect their relationship.

Aybike:”You didn’t mention Gokce to me? (she was talking about the phone call)”

Berk:”Yes, I didn’t, my love. I couldn’t.”

Aybike:”Why did you lie to me?”

Berk:”So we wouldn’t argue because of something stupid like this. I don’t know. I thought you would get jealous, Aybike”

Aybike:”I would get jealous? You’re acting like you went out for dinner with the girl alone. You met by coincidence. What could’ve I said? I wish you would’ve told me that you met her by coincidence. What was I going to say? And you’re blaming me! What can I say? I was going to get jealous and what not…”

Aybike got up and was about to leave but Berk grabbed her hand and apologized to her.

Berk:”I am sorry, Aybike”

Aybike:”Let go of my hand! Don’t follow me!”

After Aybike left, Berk said that he shouldn’t have lied to her. 

Gokhan told Berk that he needs more money for his company. Berk told him that they have a summer house that they rarely go to but Gokhan thought that wasn't enough and asked him if they had other properties and Berk said yes so Gokhan told him to sell all of them. Gokhan is planning to get as much cash as he can out of Berk and then he will go abroad. A realtor called Ayla and told her that Berk wants to sell those properties. Ayla panicked and called Berk. She told him not to sell them but Berk dismissed her concerns.

In the evening, Berk came to Aybike’s house. He came to her window like he usually does. Aybike opened her window and saw him.

Aybike:”Berk! What are you doing here?”

Berk:”I came to apologize. ”

Aybike:”I wish you would’ve done it tomorrow”

Berk:”Aybike, I regret lying to you. I made a mistake, I know. When you called me that night, I should’ve told you that Gokce was there and that I met her by coincidence and that we were going to have dinner together but I couldn’t tell you. I made a huge mistake. I am sorry.”

Aybike found the donkey plush he was holding so adorable 🥺

Aybike:”I also thought a lot about this. Actually, I trust you very much but I am scared of losing you and that’s why I got jealous. Because I was scared.”

Berk:”I am so in love with you. You losing me is not an option. Forget about losing me, if one day you get bored of me and I don't know, you say "leave" or something like that, I'm actually afraid of not being able to leave. I will probably never leave you.”

Aybike:”Don’t ! If you leave me, I will destroy you. Do you hear me? You can’t leave me, don’t go anywhere”

Aybike cupped his cheek.

Aybike:”I love you so much”

Berk:”I love you so much too”

Berk kissed her hand and let out a sigh of relief.

Berk:”It’s a good thing that I came. I swear, It’s a good thing that I came. Otherwise, I would’ve spent the night looking at the ceiling at home. When we are at odds, I can’t sleep.”

Aybike:”and I can’t eat. I just remembered, I am a bit hungry”

Berk:”It must be because we made up. Anyway, I better not stay here any longer. I will give you this friend. Give me my kiss so I can leave”

Aybike kissed him.

Berk:”I love you so much”

Aybike:”I love you so much too”

Then he threw her some kisses as he was leaving and she did the same.

Aybike loved how cute the donkey plush was and hugged it. I wonder if she is going to put it beside the teddy bear.

Akif saw a guy having an argument with Gokhan at the restaurant and he followed him when he left. The guy told him about all of Gokhan’s plans: him stealing Berk’s money and planning to go abroad, gambling the money Berk gave him after he sold his car and how he lied to Berk about it. This guy wanted to open a restaurant but Gokhan refused to give him the money for it so Akif told him that he will give him the money but he needed to help him first. Akif met with Ayla and told her about this guy and how he plans to use him against Gokhan. Ayla told him that he can start executing his plan when she calls him. Ayla wanted to make sure Gokhan would not be able to use Sarpil’s death to hurt Berk and Elif. So she met with a lawyer and asked her if Berk could be arrested because he knew that Ayla caused Sarpil’s death and kept quiet about it. The lawyer told her that Berk would not be arrested for that. After that, it was Elif’s turn. Ayla met with Elif and told her what happened the day of Sarpil’s death and that she caused her mother’s death. Elif was shocked. Ayla tried to hug her but Elif pushed her and called her a murderer. Elif left the park and Ayla didn’t go after her. Ayla called Akif and told him that he can go ahead with his plan. Then, she went to the police station and confessed that she caused a woman’s death. I think she won’t be able to avoid jail this time but also can they jail her using her confession only? There is no crime scene and Sarpil’s body won’t probably show any signs that someone pushed her on purpose or anything like that.

So Akif called Berk to the restaurant (they don’t show us this part). Gokhan’s friend (Ayhan ) came to the restaurant and sat with Gokhan. He called Akif and Akif put the phone on speaker so Berk could hear what Gokhan was talking about with this guy. Gokhan basically told Ayhan that his son was naive and how he didn’t resemble him at all. Gokhan also talked about how he faked being robbed and how Ayhan beat him up. Ayhan asked Gokhan if he was going to miss this place (I guess he meant the country). Gokhan told him:”No! What am I going to miss about this place? Look, I already transferred all the money to my account (from Berk’s). There are a couple of properties that I am going to sell and after that it’s tourism abroad. I am going to have fun”. Berk heard everything and he just froze and started crying. He remembered the conversation he had with his dad when he first came to their house and he asked him why he sold him. He remembered how Gokhan told him that he regrets what he did. Berk figured out everything he told him was a lie from the beginning. 

I can’t wait to see how Berk will react after this. I know he is going to try to confront his dad but I hope he pretends that he doesn’t know about this until he figures out a way to get his money back. Also, I hope Gokhan doesn’t manage to sell those properties. Berk doesn’t know about Ayla going to the police station so that’s another thing he is going to have to deal with. There is also his sister Elif who is going to be angry with him for hiding the truth about their mom’s death. 

[the-tripping-and-the-touching]

Landslide (series)

Part Ten

Pairing: Josh x reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You've lost something in a hiking accident... are you prepared for it to come back?

Warnings: angst.

Note: We're back! In a fun bit of procrastination, I found the type of neighborhood I think the house would be in. Woodsy, a bit away from the city, but still close to the university! General coords for the neighborhood: 44°35'20"N 123°19'16"W

MASTERPOST

Playlist

“You’re a fucking idiot.” Josh rolled his eyes and looked down into his glass as his twin picked up a wine bottle and started traipsing around the small outdoor patio connected to your favorite local winery. 

“Don’t be a prick.” He retorted in his favorite accent, his voice getting low and gravelly as he began to wander away.

“Yeah, you don’t get to be all pissy because you fucked up with your girl again.” Sam butted in, elbowing Josh playfully.

You kicked Sam under the table, eliciting a yelp before he reached down to rub his shin. “Shut the fuck up?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He laughed before tipping back the rest of his drink.

It wasn’t difficult to occupy yourself with the other boys there. Laughter came easily when you could let yourself be distracted by the welcome buffer Jake and Sam provided. But it wasn’t like they couldn’t tell something was off.

You were lucky enough to have them around for a full week, both you and Josh feigning illness to your boss in order to get the time off. Together, you’d spent your time milling around town, trying to find attractions you hadn’t taken them to on previous visits. Once those were exhausted, you’d turned to favorites. Hence the trip to the winery. 

“Least we could do is go see a movie.” Josh griped, refilling his glass. 

“With that one? Really?” Taking the words right out of your mouth, Sam grabbed the bottle from him to replenish his own. All three of you turned to Jake, only to find him laying down in the grass, staring straight up at the sky. 

A mumbled sentence came from Josh as he started drinking. “I don’t know why you’re so up my ass right now.”

He set his wine down and turned his body towards his oldest brother. “I don’t know why you’re being such an ass right now. This is literally our last fu-” 

“Jesus Christ, yeah, yeah, your ‘last full day’. If you want it to be so perfect, maybe you should stop picking fights with the guy that owns the house you’re staying in.” He rolled his eyes again. If you knew where this was going, and you did, the best place for you to be was far, far away from the argument. So without a sound, you picked yourself up and began the walk to where Jake laid in the grass, picking up bits of the conversation that got more distant with every second.

“She owns that house as much as you do. And I’m sure if she were to pick who stayed in it tonight you would be last on that list.”

“Asshole.”

“Douchebag.”

Yeah, you definitely did not want to be around them now. Finally reaching Jake, you not so gracefully landed on the ground, next to his face, crossing your legs before leaning over him. 

“Ah, dahling…” He dragged out his vowels, a sharp grin carved into his face. 

“Hey Jakey.” You sigh propping your head up in your hand. “I swear, their arguing takes me right back to highschool.”

“So you’re only out here to avoid them…” Feigning disappointment, he turns his face from you. “Upon my innocence you play.”

“Hm, I’m not the one to plot so.” Smiling, you continue the scene. Jake had gone through a Pirates of Penzance phase in his early teens, forcing you and his siblings to switch between roles and reenact the entire musical yourselves at their home on your weekends. Some lines you’d committed to memory, dredging themselves up in moments like these. 

He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his elbows. “They really that bad right now?” 

“I mean, they always get heated towards the end of trips, but Josh is just…” You think for a few seconds, trying to consider his motives, but ultimately falling short. “Y’know.”

“I do.” He smiles, nudging your knee with his shoulder. “Hey, it could be me and him fighting. At least the two of them never get physical.”

You roll your eyes, cracking a smile. “Yeah, we don’t have the funds to keep replacing windows like that.” 

Jake laughed along with you for a few moments before meeting your eyes with a more thoughtful expression. “What’s going on with you two sunshine?”

The smile on your face dwindled, leaving you to bite on your cheek as you contemplated telling him. After looking back to the patio where you’d left Josh and Sam, seeing them drink in silence, you turned your eyes back down to Jake again, opting to ask him a question instead. “Did Josh ever say anything about us? Like in the context of… having a relationship?” 

“Yeah.” If nothing else could be trusted, you could always depend on Jake’s filter completely disappearing after a few glasses of white. “I mean, kinda. Boy’s always had such a thing for you. Called me a month or two ago saying it might really be time for you guys, but then… well, y’know.”

And you did know. You knew now, more than ever, that you lost something important in that landslide. “He give you any details?”

“It’s interesting, he really didn’t say as much as I’d imagined he would after finally getting you. Just that he was happier than ever.” He took a second, sighing before looking back up to the sky. “And that he’d never been more afraid of fucking something up.”

Jake’s last remark lingered in the back of your mind for the rest of the afternoon, consuming your thoughts as you laid down for bed that night. Up until now, as long as you’d known him, there wasn’t a single thing Josh could’ve done to mess up your relationship. And despite how upsetting it had been to find them, in retrospect, you couldn’t see those sticky notes as anything more than sweet. Little lovesick reminders of a relationship you hadn’t even known you’d been deprived memories of. 

The next morning wasn’t easy, the time finally coming to escort the boys to the taxi awaiting them in front of your driveway. After tear-filled hugs and goodbyes, promising to call and visit, you waved them off from the porch, watching the car until it disappeared. 

Walking back inside, you clicked the front door shut only to find Josh standing there, eyes fixed on you. You met his gaze with a sigh, wrapping your arms around yourself as the two of you just stood there. 

Finally breaking the silence, he asked quietly, “What’s been going on with you? Why are you so upset with me?” Basic questions, but they were quickly deepened by his expression. The way his brows knotted, his pointer finger tapping anxiously against his arm, the way he swayed slightly back and forth. This was an interrogation. 

You couldn’t help but contemplate how to start this. His brothers were gone, the two of you were alone for the first time since you’d found those notes. There was no way to break this to him, to finally initiate the argument and unlock the door on secrets you might not even want to know. 

Suddenly, he reached for your hand, wrapping his fingers around your own. And just with that, an action he’d been able to avoid up until now, it all came back. 

You see it in quick flashes, your entire relationship with him. Through your mind’s eye you watched your first kiss with him. The way you’d collapsed into bed next to him after a long day at work. He’d let his hand fall onto your back, rubbing small circles across it until you’d recovered enough to prop yourself up on your elbows, finding your face just a little too close to his. You could remember the way you reached your hand up to brush your knuckles against his cheekbone before running your fingers into his hair. The way he leaned in hesitantly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, leaning in fully once he realized you weren’t pulling back. You could feel it, the softness and the shock and the sweetness of a first kiss you hadn’t even remembered. 

Flashing across your memory, you could see the moment you took his hand during a long walk across campus, telling him how you thought you were in love with him. And then the following moment he told you he knew he was in love with you. 

Hundreds of little moments crossed your mind, days and nights spent together like never before. Making out while “watching” a movie instead of quoting the lines. You watched as you and him became more inseparable than ever, if that was even possible.

And then you were back, staring into the eyes of the boy that filled your most recent memories in a new, but had tried his best to make sure you’d never know. You looked at him with the knowledge of how he tastes, how he feels, everything about every interaction you’d had with him over the course of the past two months. But also with the feeling of betrayal that started welling up further inside of you with every second, with every recollection.

Once you’d fully come to, you closed your mouth and cleared your throat, your eyes fixed on him with no hope of tearing them away. You could feel your expression change minutely, to something only someone who knew you a little too well would be able to read. And he certainly could. 

He gained his own look of realization and faltered, any words he’d been hoping to speak caught in his throat with no hope of escaping. All he could do was stand there staring at you, not knowing what to say. 

That made two of you.

Taglist: @gretnavannfleet @peaceloveunitygvf

Taglist link in my pinned !!