#THAT'S ONLY WHAT I COULD NAME AT THE TOP OF MY HEAD

[astars-things]

bubble wrap

Lando Norris x reader

warning- broken ankle

Lando was half-asleep on the couch when his phone rang, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet apartment. He frowned at the screen, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Y/N’s mom’s name flashing across it. Calls this late were never good news.

“Hello?” He answered quickly, already sitting up straight.

“Lando, sweetheart,” her voice was gentle, but there was something cautious about it. “I don’t want you to panic, but we’re at the hospital with Y/N.”

His heart dropped. “The hospital? What happened? Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, just… well, you know how she is.” There was a small laugh, but Lando wasn’t amused. “She tripped over a curb outside the restaurant and broke her ankle.”

Lando sighed, rubbing his forehead. Of course she did. “I swear, we need to wrap her in bubble wrap. She cannot go one month without getting injured.”

“That’s exactly what I said,” her mom chuckled. “She’s a little embarrassed, but she’s okay. I thought you’d want to come.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

When he arrived at the hospital, Y/N was sitting in a wheelchair in the waiting room, her leg propped up with a bright pink cast. The second she saw him, she groaned, covering her face with her hands.

“Before you say anything—”

“I’m wrapping you in bubble wrap,” he interrupted, crouching in front of her with a fond shake of his head. “This is, what, the third time this year?”

Her cheeks burned. “It’s only the second! And last time was just a sprain.”

Lando raised an eyebrow. “You fell up the stairs, Y/N.”

Her lips pressed into a pout. “It happens.”

He couldn’t help but smile. God, he loved her. Even when she was a walking disaster.

Y/N’s mom patted her shoulder, amused. “She’s all yours now, Lando. Good luck.”

Lando didn’t even give her a chance to argue when he scooped her up in his arms outside the hospital.

“I can use the crutches,” she insisted, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

“Not happening.” He held her easily, carrying her toward the car like she weighed nothing. “You’d probably trip again and break your other ankle.”

She gasped, lightly smacking his chest. “I am not that bad!”

He glanced down at her with an amused smile. “Really? Because last week, you tripped over absolutely nothing.”

She huffed, but he could see the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. “Well, if I’m stuck being carried everywhere, I hope you know that means you’re officially my personal servant.”

Lando chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I already am.”

By the time they got home, Lando had completely banned the use of crutches. Y/N tried to argue, but she didn’t exactly mind the way he carried her inside, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” she mumbled against his shoulder as he carried her straight to the couch.

“Maybe,” he admitted, carefully setting her down and tucking a blanket around her. He adjusted the pillows beneath her injured leg, making sure she was comfortable before sitting beside her.

She watched him with soft eyes, heart swelling at the care in his every movement. “You’re too good to me.”

He smiled, reaching over to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just love you too much to risk you getting hurt again.”

Lando had planned to stream with Max that night, but he refused to leave Y/N alone. So instead of letting her stay on the couch, he brought a giant bean bag into his streaming room and set her up with blankets, snacks, and her phone.

“You know I can just stay in the living room, right?” she teased as he fluffed up the pillows behind her.

“Nope.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “You stay where I can see you.”

“I feel like a child,” she giggled, watching him settle into his gaming chair.

“A very clumsy child,” he corrected, glancing at her with fond eyes.

Y/N just shook her head with a smile, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

Halfway through the stream, Max noticed her in the background.

“Mate, why is Y/N in a bean bag?” Max asked, laughing through the headset.

Lando smirked. “She broke her ankle last night.”

Max burst out laughing. “Of course she did! How?”

“Tripped over a curb.”

“Classic Y/N,” Max chuckled. “You really do need to wrap her in bubble wrap.”

“That’s the plan,” Lando said, shooting her a playful look.

Y/N glanced up from her phone. “I will throw my crutch at you.”

Max cackled. “I’d pay to see that.”

Lando just grinned, knowing full well she wasn’t really mad.

After the stream, he turned off his PC and glanced over at Y/N. She had dozed off, curled up in the bean bag with her head resting against a pillow. His heart softened at the sight.

Quietly, he crouched down beside her, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. She stirred slightly, blinking up at him with sleepy eyes.

“Done streaming?” she mumbled.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Ready for bed?”

She nodded, but before she could even think about using the crutches, Lando had already lifted her into his arms again.

“You’re really never letting me use them, huh?” she murmured, resting her head against his chest.

“Nope.” He kissed her temple. “You’re stuck with me carrying you everywhere.”

She sighed, smiling against his shirt. “I guess I can live with that.”

And as he carried her to bed, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world, Lando decided he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hello ❤️!

Can I make a comfort request for bucky barnes dating a female reader that's insecure about kissing because she bites her lips and they bleed and scar alot and are also constantly chapped?

Readers in fics always have soft, juicy lips and like no matter what products I use nothing works.

Cute Lips » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Bucky tells you how cute your lips are, even if they’re chapped, bleeding, and scarred.

Warnings: Fluff, language, teeny tiny mention of blood, insecurities, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Bucky often notices you biting your lips. He also notices you picking at your lips when they’re chapped. You bite your lips more than you should, which causes them to bleed and scar. He still thinks your lips are cute though.

Every time Bucky tries to kiss you, you turn your head and he ends up kissing your cheeks or you look down and he ends up kissing your forehead. He knows you’re insecure about your lips.

You and Bucky are currently cuddling on the couch and watching movies. He looks down at you, stealing glances at your lips. You felt him staring at you and looked up at him.

“You’re staring.” You say.

“It’s not a crime to stare at my girlfriend.” Bucky says.

You couldn’t help but giggle when he said that. Bucky leans down to kiss you. You looked down and he kissed your forehead. He sighs softly.

“Doll, let me kiss your cute lips.” He pouts.

“My lips aren’t cute.” You say.

Bucky sat up and maneuvered himself so he was facing you. He cupped your cheeks softly, getting you to look him in his eyes.

“I don’t like it when you say that.” Bucky almost whispers.

“It’s the truth.” You says.

“No it’s not, babydoll. All you need to do is put some chapstick on and your lips will be soft in a few minutes.” He says.

“I tried everything and nothing works.” You say.

“How about I help you find something that works?” He suggests.

“You’d do that for me?” You asked.

“Of course I would. You’re my girlfriend. I’d do anything for you.” He smiles.

You smiled back. Bucky leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth.

———

Bucky has been dying to kiss your lips. He wants to know what your lips feel like on his. He went to the store and bought a few different chapsticks that he thinks will help your lips. He got medicated chapstick, along with fruit scented chapstick. He thinks that if you mix medicated chapstick with fruit scented chapstick, it’ll make your lips soft. There’s only one way to find out.

“Doll, I’m home! Are you home?” Bucky asks as he walks in yours and his apartment.

“I’m in the bedroom!” You tell him.

Bucky walks in the bedroom to see you folding laundry. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You smiled when he kissed your cheek.

“Hi.” He says softly in your ear.

“Hi.” You say softly back.

“I bought you something to help with your lips.” He says.

“What did you buy?” You asked curiously.

Bucky put the plastic bag on the bed. You looked inside of it to see a few different kinds of chapstick, both medicated and fruit scented.

“I tried these already, baby, but they didn’t work.” You say.

“I thought you could mix medicated chapstick with a fruit scented one.” He suggests.

You stared in the bag, thinking to yourself. You haven’t tried that yet. Maybe it’ll work.

“Ok.” You say.

You got the medicated chapstick and a cherry scented one out of the bag. You put the medicated one on your bottom lip and the cherry scented one on your top lip. You rubbed your lips together, mixing the two chapsticks together.

“Now, we wait for a while to see if it works or not.” Bucky says.

You smiled and nodded, kissing his cheek. As minutes go by, Bucky is getting more desperate to kiss your lips. He looks at your lips, noticing that they don’t look as bad as they did earlier.

“Can I please kiss your lips now?” Bucky asks softly and sweetly.

You nervously nodded your head yes. Bucky gently cups your cheeks. He leans in, kissing you softly and sweetly. Bucky hums to himself, loving the feeling of your lips against his lips.

“Your lips are soft to me, babydoll.” He says softly.

“But they’re still chapped.” You say with a pout.

Bucky sighed softly and gently cups your cheeks to get you to look him in his eyes.

“I know you’re insecure about your lips, but it’ll be ok if you continue to put those combinations of chapsticks on and they’ll be soft, ok?” He says softly.

“Ok.” You almost whispered.

Bucky’s thumb on his right hand touched your lip to see if it’s soft or not. He smiles to himself when he felt that your lips are starting to get soft.

“What’s with the smile?” You asked curiously.

“A man can’t smile at his gorgeous girlfriend?” He jokes. “I’m smiling, because your lips are starting to get soft from those chapsticks you put on earlier.” He says.

Your fingers touched your lips to see if they’re starting to get soft like Bucky said. They are. You smiled to yourself. Your insecurities about your lips slowly started to fade away.

“My lips are soft.” You say with a smile.

“I told you.” He says, smiling back.

You leaned in and kissed him, making him smiling.

“I love you, baby.” You say softly.

“I love you too, doll.” Bucky almost whispers.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[siolixz]

'*•.¸♡ FATHER FIGURE ♡¸.•*'

You finally meet up with Mr Castillo for a date- rain disrupts your plans and he shows you around his apartment. All of a sudden you end up on top of him, I wonder how that happened?

pairing: harry castillo x reader (Lucy's sister)

part1

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context: just fluff and kissing (dry humping a man old enough to be your father),romcom scenarios, older man x younger woman, everyone is over 18 and fully consenting; words: 4.6k Lemme know if you like it or you don't-I will write a part three with the smut, but I wanted to leave it out of this one for the people that don't want to read that. ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡ couldn't be me tho

The ride back home in his Mercedes was a quiet one, filled with the occasional small talk in the short ride back to Lucy’s apartment, a promise of contact tomorrow left you feeling all warm inside as the streetlights above you painted streaks of gold across the polished dashboard as he drove, an occasional glance from him warming your cheeks.

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you arrived, sad you had to go but excited for what tomorrow might bring. You wanted to kiss his cheek and say ‘thank you’- like in the movies, but any close contact with this man might’ve made you lose your grip on reality, almost like you couldn’t function properly. Harry took a deep breath, ‘Please say something’, you thought.

“I really enjoyed that.” he leaned back on the driver's seat, trying to take all of you in.

“Me too, you really saved me tonight.”

-

Lucy was sitting on the couch, talking on the phone with an all-too-familiar voice as you entered the apartment and closed the door behind you.

“Your daughter’s back.”

“Hi baby!” your mom enthusiastically called out for you, and after you took your shoes off you joined them. “How are you? Lucy told me you went on a date tonight. How did it go, honey?”

“Good, he stood me up.” You sat on the couch.

Lucy gasped next to you “What?”

“He did. But I bumped- well, he bumped more into me- on another man from the wedding we went to.” 

“What an asshole,” your mom sighed.

Lucy mouthed the name ‘Harry’ towards you and you nodded your head at her while smiling. 

“But don’t worry mom, I had a lot of fun tonight, I’m glad the other guy didn’t show up.” you got up to have a shower and change into your pjs. “I’ll text you tomorrow, ok?” 

“Sure. Good night baby.” 

Your sister shook her head at you as you made your way towards the bedroom. You knew she was very curious to hear what happened, but that will have to wait. 

You smiled to yourself as you closed the bedroom door.

-

The next morning she basically assaulted you with questions as you drank your coffee on the couch next to her. The soft morning light from outside casting an embrace over the living room table.

 As you continued the story you could feel her get more and more excited, as Lucy usually got whenever you would tell her about a crush or an encounter with the opposite sex. She sat on the edge of the couch and listened to every little detail as she could share in your sentiments towards the older man as only a woman could. 

She took a sip of coffee after you finished the story and told you:

“I am happy for you. Really, I am.” 

You placed your feet on the couch.

“But..” 

“But what?” you stopped yourself from taking a sip of coffee.

“But as an older sister- I have to tell you to be careful, ok?” 

You stared at her, urging her to continue.

“Harry. How old is he?”

Alright, you left that part out, so what? She wouldn’t understand you couldn’t care less how old he was, on the contrary, you liked him even more because of his age.

She called out your name, “How old is he?” her eyes widened a bit, bracing for the impact of what you were going to say.

“He’s 40.” you said, reluctantly.

“Don’t make me look him up.” 

She always knew when you were lying. 

“He’s 49.”

She closed her eyes, then opened them. “Oh my God.”

“Lucy, don’t make a big deal of this. He was incredibly nice to me and totally ok with me never seeing him again If i didn’t take the news well. I don’t care, really.” You took a sip of coffee after you told her. Showing her how easily you took the news will alleviate her worries, surely.

“It’s not about caring or not caring. I’m the last person to judge you, and I want you to have fun and be happy. I just want you to be careful.” 

“Careful about what? He likes me and he made that pretty clear.” 

“Of course he did, he made it pretty clear at the wedding too.” Don’t blush now. “I don’t want you to get love bombed by this man and then get hurt. A man his age, single? I know people, I work with these sorts of people all the time-”

“Trust me, I’m careful.” you took a look at your phone.

“Very careful. Please.” 

You nodded.

“He is very handsome, I will give you that. Even if he is half a century old.”She muttered.

Your phone started to ring. Unknown number. Your heart raced. You looked at Lucy, your stomach dropping, and answered.

Harry.

“Hello Harry” you said, recognizing his voice immediately.

 It was a date then, a real one. Suddenly he stopped being so foreign and so scary after last night, you felt as if you regained your confidence after you spoke to him on the phone.

After a quick shower and knowing smiles from Lucy, you stared at the ‘I’m outside’ text, your heart beating miles per hour. 

Ok, no biggie, you’ve hung out with boys before, you knew how this went. So why are you so shy and nervous?

He’s just a guy. 

You braced for the impact of seeing him as you exited the apartment, your sister's words of ‘text me’ or whatever else she was saying as you left completely blurred in your mind as you stepped into the warm spring air outside. 

People were walking down the street and chatting but your eyes fixated immediately on the handsome man waiting next to his car. 

Ok, maybe he’s more than just a guy.

 He smiled at you as he saw you and immediately you felt as if walking was a skill you recently gained. 

Greeting each other, he turned his body around towards the back seats of the car “I have something for you.” 

He got you roses, of course he did. A gorgeous bouquet of red roses. Your knees felt like gelatin as you picked them from his hands. 

“Thank you, they are so beautiful. You shouldn’t have.”You hoped he didn't notice your shaking hands as you took in the velvet petals sprinkled with small droplets of water.

“Nonsense, of course I had to.” 

You couldn’t help but stare at him, at the wheel, so expertly moving around chaotic New York, two people almost rammed into you, much to your amusement as he cursed. He wouldn’t say where you would be going, and you hoped your floral knee-high dress was appropriate..He'd said it was pretty, so that was enough for you. 

He smiled at you in his perfectly ironed cashmere buttoned up shirt. His beard suited his bronzed face perfectly and his hair looked so soft- soft like your bed after a long day. 

“Can we go walking today?” 

“Of course, we can do anything you want.” He gave you a quick glance and smile as he turned the steering wheel to the right.

-

“I’ve been waiting to come here, it opened a few days ago.”

The café buzzed with the low hum of conversations and the soft sounds of a song being played on the speakers. It smelled of coffee and pastries inside making you feel like you were back home. The plush blue seats of the booth you sat at were very comfortable and the soft almost unnoticeable glow from the round lights above, shaped like many suns inspired an impossibly cozy atmosphere.

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat?” He leaned down a bit towards your eye level, searching your eyes with his brown ones. 

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine.” 

This place didn't even have prices on the menu! 

Last night all you did was talk, now it was his turn. 

“You’ve never told me, what do you do?”

He chuckled as you asked that. What the hell was so funny? 

“I do a little bit of here and there.” He looked away for a second and then back at you, putting his fist under his head as he did the first time you met him. 

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows at that statement. “What do you mean? Are you a freelancer or something?”

“Something like that.” He shrugged. Ok, so he wanted to play games.

“You look like a freelancer.” 

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Here you go sir.” The waitress brought you two the drinks and then left shortly after you thanked her.

You shrugged under his gaze and grabbed the pink lemonade in front of you. “Sometimes, I think drinking from the straw makes it taste so much better, sometimes not” you took a sip. 

“I wish I had the same problems as you.” You two laughed as he opened the sugar packet next to his coffee. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

“You don’t have to ask me if you can ask me something, just do.” He didn't look at you as he stirred the sugar and you had a moment to look at his big hands next to the small espresso cup, wondering if you would actually ask him this.

“Why me?” You leaned back on the plush blue seat of the booth connecting you both.

“Why you?” He squinted his eyes at you, you had no idea if he can’t see that well or if he’s just trying to decipher your question. 

“Yes, why me. There were so many pretty women that night and you came up to me.” You turned the big glass of lemonade in your hand a bit as you asked that.

He looked at his drink then back at you, smiling: “I saw no other pretty women that night.” You never thought your name would sound so good as when he said it and you placed aside the bad illusions you had that he might’ve left with someone else.

“Still, why me?” You liked hearing things twice, maybe in greater detail if he could.

“I’ve always thought that there are no such things like coincidences and-” he smirked at you, “green’s my favourite color.” 

You stared at each other as words completely evaded you in that moment. 

His brown eyes softened when he looked at you and you wondered what his beard would feel like under your fingers. 

“Can I try that?” he gestured towards your lemonade.

You asked him about his life, about his passions and his past as well. He didn’t go into great detail but it was a beginning as he probably found it hard to open up, but you will change that, you were sure.

“My sister warned me about you,”

“Did she now?” he looked at you after he took a sip of coffee. 

“Yeah, she said that I should be careful.”

“That's good, she’s looking out for you.” He smiled at you with his eyes, completely confident in his own intentions regarding you. 

He took a deep breath and said: “When I was your age I wanted to study Psychology too, but my parents wanted me to go to law school. I admire you for being able to follow your passion.”

He was admiring you, he was admiring you!

“Oh, thank you.” 

By the time the lemonade was done, rain started pouring down and you saw people rush to cover outside. There would be no walk outside today it seems. Harry told you that you could go back to his place, as he had a collection of books he wanted to show you-

-

That’s all you had to hear before you were staring at the apartment complex reaching towards heaven itself from down below. 

Was going to a stranger's house that good of an idea? 

Would your sister be mad at you for doing this? 

Yes, kinda, kinda really mad. But you were a grown woman and you knew he wasn’t going to try anything. Well, maybe he could try some things.

“Hello, Mr Castillo.” the concierge greeted him as you walked towards a separate pair of elevators. 

How much was the rent here? You knew your sister was paying a lot of money for her apartment. Rent here must be astronomical.

“How much is the rent here?” You stared at him as he pressed his key against the door and the elevator button.

“I don’t know, I own.”  He came next to you again and pressed his back towards the elevator, adopting your position.

-

The walls of his house must’ve been 8 feet tall with a sprawling panorama of the city from down below- you don’t think you’ve ever been this high before. 

The furniture was a light wood color and while the walls were littered with art pieces which you couldn’t understand, the house had a cosy feel to it, regardless of the almost titanic size of the penthouse. You must’ve been in a trance as you found yourself staring at the city right next to the window. 

“How beautiful.” you took a deep breath as you looked in front of you. 

“I had the same reaction when I looked at this apartment the first time.” Harry was focused on pulling books out of the almost library he had next to the huge couches in the living room. 

You tore your eyes away from New York as you looked at him, with his back turned towards you. He picked a red book from one of the upper shelves, then a smaller one from the one below. 

“I want you to look at these, you can take them if you want, I’ve already read them.” He shuffled the books on the coffee table as you came closer to him. He smelled of amber and the casual woody fragrance men’s cologne usually has, the silver streaks in his hair and occasionally his beard left you feeling like you couldn’t get enough of looking at him. 

Last thing on your mind right now were the books. 

“Let me get my glasses.” He left you for a short while as you sat down on the couch and examined the books he chose for you.

A weight settled on your right as he joined you again, black rimmed glasses placed on his nose, which somehow made him look even more handsome. He explained each book to you, how he felt about each of them and how he thought you might like them. 

Did he think about these sorts of things before he invited you here?

You eventually settled that you were going to take one of the books, but he basically forced you to take all 5. He said that they were only going to collect dust in his apartment, that he didn’t have time to re-read them and that you should take them. 

A low grumble from your stomach broke through your conversation as a reminder that you haven’t eaten anything today. 

Harry told you that you should decide what you two should eat as he placed the books one over the other and leaned back on the couch next to you, hand on the armrest behind your head.

-

Takeout it was as some warm noodles cooked to perfection and some spring rolls would fit right in with the rainy weather outside. He ordered the food and while you spoke about movies on the couch, the food arrived and you followed him to the kitchen. 

You truly tried not to feel as if you were in a museum as you sat down on one of the chairs next to the island he had in there. He sat right next to you, opening the big bag of warm goodness. 

You two made small talk regarding the food, how good it was and how you recently re-learned how to eat with chopsticks. 

You stared at the big window next to the kitchen at the droplets of rain splattered again and again on it and told him:

“You’re not a freelancer.”

With a mouth full and a smile, he shook his head ‘no’, and placed his glasses on the table next to him. He had a curl on his forehead. 

“Somedays I wish I was.”

Your phone beeped, no doubt a notification from your sister.

-

You had the chance to look at the house in more detail as he gave you a tour of it, he showed you his collection of expensive art pieces and you laughed as he told you you look like one of the women in his paintings. As the rain stopped, you and Harry stepped on to the balcony for some fresh air and for you to see the beautiful view he was so accustomed to.

The weather definitely got colder outside but Harry brought you one of the wool blankets on a chair as you sat down on the couch overlooking the city. Who knows when’s the next time you’re going to see something like this? He grabbed a lighter and started the small fireplace surrounded by glass on the coffee table in front of you.  The sun was still gleaming on the horizon, painting pink, yellow and orange streaks of hue between the skyscrapers of New York and pushing its light on Harry’s brown hair from his place next to you.

You knew that it was a good time as any to ask him some important questions, the real important questions. 

“Please don’t get angry at me for asking this-” you hugged the blanket closer to your chest as the wind blew and moved the handsome man’s curled hair in an almost cinematic way. The smell of fresh rain in the air filled your nostrils which combined with the smell of his cologne almost made you sigh in olfactive pleasure. “- but why are you single?”

There were no people to disturb you two this time, no journey to end the conversation early.

He looked at you : “I was afraid, I think. Afraid and I have a tendency to believe the worst, I suppose it comes with age. ” He turned his body towards you and put the side of his left leg on the couch to sit more comfortably.

“You believe the worst?” 

“I do, I’ve been hurt before, and I was afraid.”

“What happened?” you looked up at him, curiosity filled you up and you wanted to hear more.

“I loved someone, a long time ago, when I was about your age. If not a bit older” he paused, “and she must’ve thought i wasn’t good enough, so she started seeing someone else- whilst being with me.”

“Oh,”

“It went on for a very long time, and I was devastated when I found out, I mean I felt like I was living a lie.” He gestured with his hands as if to convey to you his feelings back then “Me and her are friends today but I promise you, the way it made me feel, I still can’t shake off that feeling. I think it haunted me my whole life,” his brown eyes looked at your lips then back into your own eyes.

“I wanted to be number one and I was actually number two in her eyes, if even that. My only escape was work so I focused entirely on that until I felt like passing out by the end of each day. This went on for years. I got addicted to working and completely ignoring the aspects of my life that included any sort of relationships.”

Wanting to bring more light to the situation, you asked him: “Do you like being number one?” 

“Yes,” he gave you a smile, “that’s why I live in this apartment. But it means nothing If I don’t have anybody to share it with. After work I want to talk to someone, laugh with someone and there’s no one here for me. I woke up one day and I turned 30, then 40 and now I am almost 50 years old.” he whispered to you.

“You know, when you get to be my age, you realize the world has moved on- to some degree, away from you. At least that’s how I felt. All the time people congratulate me and say I accomplished so much in life but I look behind and all I can see is a sad man.”

“So what changed now?” You tried to meet his gaze, overjoyed at hearing this intelligent man’s wise words and life story.

“I went to this therapist- she told me that I should stop self-sabotaging myself and I realised I might be more sensitive than I thought” The sound of an ambulance from down below broke his eye contact with the armrest behind you as he now looked across the balcony, towards the horizon.

“When I’ll know, I’ll know. You can only be so sure as your mind makes you about someone.” 

“What makes you so sure about me?” You laughed as he met your eyes again. You almost felt small as he stared at you, thinking. 

“My instincts are usually right.” He smiled at you as the curve of his cheek pressed against the knuckles holding his head upright.  “Even if you’re very young.”

“I’m old enough.” you finally spoke up, wanting to defend yourself and your affections towards him.

“Old enough for what?”

He smiled as he asked you that, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. Harry liked joking around and playful banter between you two seemed to bring you so much more closer to one another. But this was downright torture.

You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face at hearing this question, how could he ask something like this? Old enough for you!

As you slightly touched the older man’s knee with yours did you realise how close you were to one another, did you move closer or did he? Well, it was getting colder outside and the small fire in front of you did almost nothing to shelter you.

Something else could bring warmth too. A gentle silence overtook you both as you looked at him. Both embarrassed at yourself and excited. The butterflies in your stomach were almost ignored for the way your heart was beating out of your chest, but regardless of that you never felt more sure of the moment you were living right now.

You felt him look at your lips quickly, debating if he was going to do this and saw him close the distance, a tiny bit at first. His eyes asking you questions words couldn’t pronounce, for now.

Your mind must’ve reminded you to close your eyes as you felt his lips press against yours. The warm feeling of his big hand on the side of your neck holding you in place provided a momentary comfort from the wind blowing outside.

His lips let yours go for a short while as he came even closer to you and brought his arm across your body, almost pushing you closer to him but not daring too much. He was almost like a wall next to you and you felt like all your joints forgot how to move as you tried to press your lips against his.

Your cheeks were on fire and all the cold outside seemed to be the least of your worries as he grabbed your arms and placed them across his body. Harry’s kisses seemed to be of a long lost lover’s in their desperation for yours, like he’s been waiting for this for a long time.

The city lights winked at you in the background, a silent audience to your intimate moment and the loud sounds of the city below faded into nothingness as you were so focused on him and him on you.

The most rational part of your mind told you to take it easy, ‘be more careful’ as your sister would say, but he was intelligent, wise and so, so handsome, ‘being careful’ was the least of your worries right now as he grabbed your upper lip with his own warm lips.

He broke the kiss off to press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. You wanted to kiss him again, have him push you against him as he did before. 

“I shouldn’t have done that.” he whispered in your face.

You laughed at him, more like giggled with excitement at the fact you were kissing him. 

You were kissing him! 

This handsome man, with his beard and his beautiful curls was kissing you. You wanted him to grab you again like he did before, ‘please do that again’. Here, way above the people down below you- you felt comfortable and safe in this stranger's arms. What would Lucy say? Thinking about that too much would only make you laugh.

You sighed as you pressed your lips against his again and you noticed how your kiss was more intense than his unsure one- coupled with your juvenile desperation for him and the almost intoxicating aspect of your difference in age and experience left you feeling like you couldn’t get enough of this man.

You didn’t even notice your leg was interlocked with his or that night was already upon you. Harry grabbed your leg as he grazed his tongue against your upper lip and you let yourself be manhandled on top of him, blanket uncomfortably pushed between your bodies.

He adjusted himself below you and tossed the blanket beside you two before you were back to kissing him again, this time you felt him allow you to kiss him however you wished, completely under your control from below you. You took this chance to push your fingers in his salted hair, brushing against his curls at the base of the head and almost massaging his scalp as you continued your pursuit.

The rough feeling of his moustache on your upper lip and the occasional brush of his tongue against yours in your shared wet kiss made you ache for something else.

Every time he gave you a moan your belly hurt and it wasn’t because of hunger, in search of calming that pain you pressed yourself even lower down his body towards the object of your desire waiting for your attention.

Harry gave you a groan as you finally settled down on him again, then up and then down once more. He removed his big hands off your back and moved them lower towards your hips, you felt him smile as you kissed him and you smiled back. You truly wished you had been more careful in choosing your dress as it had moved between your legs and didn’t allow you to feel him closer. 

Long dress or short dress didn’t seem to matter to him at this moment as he had become adamant on grinding you down against him to hear you moan whenever you kissed him again. This mountain of a man, reduced so sweetly to desperation and need of you.

You broke off the kiss and looked at him- with a soft hue of pink on his cheeks and with untamed hair, his lips were slightly parted and his breathing was coming out in short puffs. You let the older man breathe for a second as you stared back inside towards the warm interior of the penthouse illuminated by yellow lights all around. You didn’t want this to end, and apparently by the attention you received from him down below, he didn’t want this either. 

Harry kissed your chin and then pressed two kisses on your neck as you contemplated, “Let’s go inside.” he said.

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Authors note: Imma edit everything and re read it a bit later bcs its sooo late but im so happy i was able to finish writing part 2 so i can deliver to the freaks what the actually want. its me im the freaks. Have a happy day and thank you for reading :))))))).

[rhyslarsenlover]

title: sunshine boy

warnings: smut scene, oral sex. minors dni.

the party was in full swing, as the beach slowly filled with obx locals. you, being new to the area, felt a bit out of place but determined to enjoy yourself. you had recently moved with your parents and it felt halfway across the world, especially with the warm climate that you were not used to. you chose to wear a gold halter top and blue jeans, wanting to stand out a little so that people might introduce themselves to you. it was so unlike your usual shyness, but you were determined to make friends with anyone since you started at the local school next week.

that’s when you locked eyes with him across the crowded beach. blonde messy hair, amber rays of sun kissing his skin.. ‘god, was i jealous of the sun right now?’ you blink the thought away, turning your back to him as someone tapped your arm.

as you turn, you look up to find tousled curls that fell in front of deep brown eyes. “you’re new?” she asks, an eyebrow quirked in curiosity. a thin leather cord with a seashell pendant rested between her collar bones, swaying as she tilts her head. “as gold as that top is, you don’t look like a kook,” she adds, the corners of her lips twitch, like she’s on the edge of a smirk.

“uhh.. yeah, i’m new. just moved here a couple days ago. i’m y/n.” you say, holding her gaze as you interact with her. “thank god someone introduced themselves, i really didn’t wanna spend this party alone,” you confess, smiling gratefully. you chose to ignore her other comment, because what the hell was a kook?

the corners of her mouth lift upwards as she mirrors your smile. your gratitude was a clear signal that you’d fit in with the pogues. kooks were rude, ungrateful; you seemed different, or so she hoped. “well, y/n, i’m kiara. come meet my friends,” she says, motioning her head to the other side of the beach.

you follow her, noticing that she’s leading you in the sunshine boy’s direction and you felt your heart race in anticipation. “y/n, meet pope, jj, john b, and sarah. guys, she’s new,” kiara says, grinning at her friends. you smile shyly, a small wave before you drop your hand. you forgot their names instantly, all but one. and you hated that because he was distracting you from making good friends. ‘curse sunshine boy and his handsome face,’ you thought, because you realised that he was even better looking in proximity.

jj leaned back on his elbows, a red solo cup dangling from his fingers as he watches you with an easy, knowing smirk. as the party went on, you got to know all of the group, laughing at their jokes and feeling secretly giddy to get on so well with new people. the sun had set and the firelight from the bonfire was now highlighting the sharp cut of jj’s jaw and the playful glint in his ocean blue eyes. the others had left your space to play party games a couple feet away, but jj had stayed with you, wanting to talk one-to-one. “gotta say, y/n, you don’t exactly blend in,” he drawled, head tilting as he takes you in. you raise a brow, crossing your arms. “that a good thing or a bad thing?” jj grins, all mischief and trouble. “guess we’ll find out.”

finally, he stood to tug you into a game of beach beer pong, his hand grazing your lower back as he leans in to “give you pointers.”

“you’re terrible at this,” he whispers, lips barely brushing your ear, his breath warm against your skin. you scoff, elbowing him lightly. “maybe i’m just pretending so you’ll help me.” jj chuckles, stepping back but keeping his eyes on you. “oh, smart and pretty, huh?”.

after beer pong, you find yourself walking along the shoreline, the party fading into the background, jj now at your side. you silently hoped that it could always be like this. you know that you had only just met the guy, but he made you feel so safe and calm.

“so,” he says, kicking at the sand. “be honest, how’s the cut treating you so far?”

you shrug, glancing at him. “not bad. the locals seem… interesting.” jj smirks. “yeah? any of ‘em stand out?” you roll your eyes, biting back a smile. “hmm maybe one or two.”

he stops walking, turning to face you fully. the playful edge in his gaze softens just a little, and for the first time tonight, he seems serious. “yeah?”. ‘why was that so hot?’. the air between you shifts, the sound of the ocean fading as he steps closer. his fingers graze your wrist, slow and deliberate, testing the waters. you inhale shakily, pulse quickening. “yeah.”

“good,” he murmurs, before closing the space between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that tastes like salt and sweet promises. a small smile pressed against your lips, as his hands slid down to grab your waist and pull you closer. jj deepened the kiss, his tongue parting your lips to explore your mouth and you let him. and you pray he won’t stop.

he pushes you backwards slowly until your back gently hits the cool sand of the beach, breaking the kiss only to trail his lips down your neck. “jj,” you say his name softly, leaning up on your elbows so you can watch him. he hums gently, his hands sliding down to your thighs. jj looks up into your eyes as his hand moves to the waistband of your jeans, “this okay?” he asks, eyes filled with lust as you nod quickly. “been dreaming of tasting you all night," he whispers, tugging your jeans down. "gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart." slowly trailing kisses down your stomach as he settles between your thighs.

your breathing hitches as he pulls your panties to the side, clit throbbing with desire for him. he blows a cool breath over your sensitive flesh, watching you squirm. jj smiles to himself before diving in, his tongue parting your folds and finding your clit. he sucks gently, his hands gripping your thighs to keep them spread. "fuck, you taste even better than i imagined,” grinning as you whined needily.

your hands clawed at the sand, desperately trying to grip onto something. anything. “let go,” he says softly, looking up at you from your pussy. his lips glistened in the moonlight, eyes hungry for your release, “let go for me,” he says before sucking harshly on your clit.

and it was almost embarrassing, how quickly you unravelled for the blonde boy between your legs. his tongue working relentlessly against your clit, sucking and licking with a fervor that makes your legs tremble. he hadn’t even used his fingers, just his tongue and those lips. you’d never cum so fast. a loud moan leaves your lips as you finally let go. the tightness in your stomach finally loosens, and he laps up your release as though he was ravenous for your cum. he kisses your sensitive nub gently as you come down, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your thighs. "good girl," he whispers breathily as he sits up, readjusting your panties so that you were covered again.

he silently helps you put your jeans back on, kissing your forehead. a blush rose to your cheeks as embarrassment creeped up into your chest. “oh my god, i’m so sorry,” you say. you didn’t really know why you were apologising, you just felt awful that you came so fast, it probably ruined all the fun. “huh?” he says, chuckling quietly, “are you apologising for tasting so good?” he comments, reaching out to smooth a piece of hair behind your ear.

you blush deeper, hiding your face, “well, it went so fast,” you say, speaking euphemistically in order to avoid further embarrassment. “baby, that’s literally the point. i wanted to make you feel good.” he replies, lifting your chin up with his finger. he leans down, capturing your lips in another kiss, before pulling away to take your hand. “don’t ever apologise for that again,” he says, squeezing your hand gently as he speaks in a serious tone.

“again? oh, so you’ll do that to me again, will you?” you ask, a newfound confidence since he reassured you. “again, and again, and again,” he promises, intertwining your fingers as he swings your hands.

“well it only seems fair that i return the favour,” you say, kissing the back of his hand. “you got somewhere more private?” you ask, giggling softly. ‘god, i’m starting to love the outerbanks.’

a/n: do we like this? do i make this into a series? my first kinda smutty scene so i hope it was good aaaah!!

[spinstertheuncommon]

Gotham's sewist- meet the robin | reader insert

Disclaimers: use of y/n, no gendered terms for reader, no real romance but maybe later down the line for the story, not following any real comic lore, just my brain, lowercase because I'm lazy, reader is over Bruce's shit but he hasn't even begun. Reader does not know who batman is below the mask yet

note: reader has a non specific physical disability that affects their knee strength. they use an ambulatory cane on high pain days, but can walk without it. this is purely self indulgent.

Timeline: Reader and Bruce are 26

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"you're kidding me, right?"

you sit, staring up at the looming shadow in front of you, only illuminated by the streetlight behind him. not even the desk lamp you were hunched over could reach is face, but then again he was a wall of a man.

"i trust you can make it for him?"

you blink, dumbfounded, "i mean, yeah i can make it, but with little due respect, that,” you point, “is a child! he's like, 10 and you want me to make him a suit?!"

"I'm 12!" the small boy shoots up, bouncing over from the display wall of buttons and trims, coming over to rest his head on your desk.

"I-hun, that doesn't make it any better," you sigh. you don't want to break this little boys heart, but can you really endorse a child going out to fight crime? even if under the wing of the batman?

speaking of, batman leans further into the light, either to intimidate or level with you, but at this point you've moved passed any point of fear. you've seen this man in just a cowl and boxers to draft several patterns, he has nothing on you. and you know he hates it.

"you will be paid more than fairly, just name your rate"

"4 billion"

"done"

"wait, what?" you were being facetious, but from the half of his face you could see, this man was not playing. how the fuck does this man make money?

while processing this, batman had already pulled out a check book. you dive over the desk, "no, nononono no, B, i was kidding i wasn't serious, i just... do you have any plans..? inspiration..? a starting point..?" i can't believe i'm agreeing to this.

"I DO I DO!! Here!" the kid shoved a drawing in your face. it was one of those print outs to decorate a ginger bread man you’d see in school libraries, but had the brightest crayon colours all over it. a big banner covered the top of the page, in very neat writing, but still with the charm of a child's hand . it read 'robin' with 'hood' scratched out beside it. with green shoes, a big yellow cape, a hat with a feather, a red tunic and-

"what colour did you want the pants to be, hun?"

"I don't want any! i want a leotard!"

you sit, silently blubbering like a fish. once you had some semblance of comprehension, you immediately flick to the bat.

you're letting him go out, with no pants? the amount of time over the last 3 years you've spent with him, he should be well aware of what you say with your eyes.

and he was.

and he did nothing about it. he had the audacity to shrug.

you right about jumped out of your seat to strangle this man. you don't care if you're knee gives out, and you really don't care who he was, he needed someone out there to smack some sense into him, and if it was you, it will be you (you would later find out that someone was trying to, but B is as stubborn as he is quiet).

"mm ok, how bout i cut you a deal, hun? can we settle on some tights?"

he thought about it. he thought hard about it. he thought so hard his face scrunched along with it. he thought so hard you were sure he had stopped breathing and was about to turn blue.

"kid, i ca-"

"OKAY!!" he almost nocks himself over with how aggressively he threw his head back. this is the kid the bat wants to take out? i mean, if this is the energy he has at 2am then i guess?

you really didn't know anymore. but you're not out there, and the crime has gone down since batman jumped on the scene, and you're not the one in the kevlar spandex suit.

no,

you just make the kevlar spandex suits.

But money's tight.

no one buys from a 26 year old sewist with student debts up to their ears. no one comes to a shop so close to crime alley to fix their high priced suits and dresses, or commission one, carting wads of money thieves can sniff on their collars.

money's tight.

so you offer up 800 dollars.

he's a small kid, it won't cost much on your side.

the bat slides you a check, one you've seen before. always anonymous, and always twice as much as you offer.

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Hello!

This is like, my first fanfic that is actually seeing public light, so that's cool.

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Thanks for reading!

-Spinster

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[sevsprincess]

Roommates..

Roommate!Sevika x Reader

** contains smut, masturbation, pet names (baby) , voyerusim, intersex!sevika

<Also this my first time posting my writing or wtv in a literal 4 years so take it easy on me, I have also not proof read but enjoy!😭>

Having a roommate wasn’t all bad..most times it was quiet and pretty chill. Sevika wasn’t an overly bad person to live with. The only thing you didn’t like was how almost every Saturday she would bring a girl home and be freakishly loud. It was like clockwork to the point you don’t even bother waving to them anymore.

Were you jealous it wasn’t you screaming sev’s name? Maybe…. But then again who could blame you? You always tried not to stare when she came back from the gym or went to go walk the girls to the door in a tank top or sports bra all sweaty looking with a drunken smile or smirk on her face.

She just looked so god damn good to the point you didn’t notice she would catch you staring at her.

So surprisingly this Saturday night wasn’t much different.

You had just got back from hanging out with your friends and was ready to wine down in bed yourself thinking Sevika wasn’t home yet maybe. Sevika herself didn’t think you were going to be home so quick either so she didn’t bother closing the door while fucking herself so quietly. She was so into it she didn’t hear you as you closed the front door and put your things down, sev also didn’t hear your breath hitch as your feet stopped walking to your room and you stared as she languidly stroked her hard cock. Or so you thought.

The literal second you closed the door to your room you stripped of your clothes and got out the 9in dildo you bought awhile back thinking of Sevika. Your pointer and middle finger slowly circling and occasional pinching your nipple while your other hand used the dildo to tease your twitching clit.

“Oh fuck” you whispered to yourself. “Gods sev you get me so wet n horny”

You slowly start pushing the dildo in your pussy slowly wishing in your head it was her cock slipping into you right now. Your fingers abandoned your hard nipples and went to down to rub your clit. You whined as your pussy fluttered around only half of the dildo. You needed this release so bad and you were just halfway there after seeing how delicious she looked stroking her cook like that with her beautiful body laid out like that.

Your back slowly arched as the dildo finally slid all the way in, your pussy pulsing around it giving yourself just a second before you continued to pull out and thrust into yourself slowly moaning. Your head tipped back up, opening your eyes to see how the dildo looked going in and out of you. You weren’t the only one looking though.

You jumped back at the sight of Sevika standing in the door war just casually watching you, your legs immediately closing as if she hadn’t seen everything already.

“Aw what’s wrong? Why’d you stop hm? I was enjoying the show” Sevika chuckled slowly walking up to you on the bed.

You stayed quiet from shock, your eyes wide as a ghosts. She was still in her normal tank top and boxers, only this time is was very apparent she was rock hard underneath. She stopped at the edge of the bed her print twitching as she grabbed you by the hips and yanked you closer to the edge of the bed to her.

“You were just oh so vocal a minute ago saying how wet I make you what happened?” She tilted her head with a cocky grin. You stumbled over your words squeaking out an apology to which she chuckled at again. “Do ya wanna know how good the real thing will feel hm? I can only imagine if that’s how wet a toy and your thoughts got ya.” You could only hastily bid your head and sputter out a meek little “please.”

Sevikas grinned could not get any deeper at this point. One of sevs hands stayed on your hip while the other drew out her hard cock, softly sighing at the feeling of it being free. You had long tossed the dildo aside when she first made her presence known but the feeling of your pussy fluttering at the mere sight of it just made you leak more of your juices down onto the sheets.

Sevika leaned down to kiss you her tongue snaking its way into your mouth gaining dominance as her fingers explored your wet area. You could feel her hard cock twitch on your thigh. “Sevika pleaseee fuck me” you begged her, your hips bucking up to get some well needed friction.

Without warning she thrusted inside of you making you arch up and let out a choked moan. “Oh my god” you whispered near her ear your head dropping near her neck.

Sevika thrusted inside of you rough and fast. “You’re so tight and wet baby, and all for me? Gods you’re such an angel” she whispered to you. Your moans increasingly got loud as she pounded into you. You bit into her shoulder, scared of the neighbor’s would hear.

“Oh no baby I wanna hear how good I’m making you feel let it out.” She tugged your hair back making you let out a strangled cry of her name mixed with surprise and arousal. She was filling you up with her large cock it felt so good, but when she hit your spot you clenched around her feeling her twitch inside of you at that.

“Oh fuck you feel so good squeezing me like that.” She picked you up having you sit down on her lap chest to chest, and you thought you were full of her before? Her rip repeatedly hit your cervix as she lifted you by the waist and met her hips as she slammed you down. You were in absolute shock as your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back. Her hands rubbing on your clit brought you right back to the present, your hands gripping onto her shoulders for support.

“Oh fuck sev I’m so close, so fucking close please don’t stop please please oh my god” you blabbered out.

“Hang on baby I’m almost there fuck you feel so good.” Her thrusts were getting so sloppy it was evident. She thrusted slammed your hips down on more time and that was the breaking point between both of you. Your back arched up against her pulling sev closer as you let out choked gasp before the both of you collapsed backwards onto the bed.

Both of you sat there, chests quickly rising and falling to catch your breath in silence. “No more..no more of those girls when I’m a literal footstep away sev” you mumbled out.

“Noted.”

[itsalliny0urhead]

Let Me Stay (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Bucky doesn’t ask for help. He never says he needs you. But when the nightmares hit, you’re the only one who can reach him. In the silence of the early hours, you hold him through the shaking, the memories, the guilt. He says he doesn’t deserve love — but you stay anyway. Because he’s yours. And you’ve never needed him to be perfect — only real.

Bucky Barnes x reader

It always started with the silence.

Not the kind that came with peace — the kind that held its breath. That heavy stillness just before something breaks.

You felt it before you heard him move.

Bucky jerked upright in bed with a sharp gasp, body tense, back bowed, lungs desperate for air that refused to come. He was already drenched in sweat, chest heaving, metal hand curled tight in the sheets. The muscles in his neck were straining, like he was still bracing for impact.

He wasn’t there. Not with you. Not yet.

Your heart cracked.

You didn’t say his name immediately — you’d learned not to. Too sudden and it startled him. Too loud and it pulled him under.

So you moved carefully.

“Bucky,” you whispered, voice soft as breath, like a hand reaching out in the dark.

He didn’t turn.

The moonlight through the window caught the edge of his scars — the silver glint of metal at his wrist, the faint shimmer of sweat along his spine.

You sat up slowly, sheets slipping from your skin. Reached out. Let your fingers hover just above his back. He was trembling.

When you finally touched him, he flinched. Just barely. But he didn’t pull away.

“It was just a dream,” you murmured. “You’re safe.”

He let out a breath that sounded like a sob held too long in his chest. His shoulders dropped, just a little.

“I couldn’t stop it.” His voice was wrecked. “It was happening again. I couldn’t— I didn’t know where I was—”

You moved behind him, pressing your body to his back, wrapping your arms around his chest like a shield. You felt his heart pounding beneath your palm.

“You’re home,” you said quietly. “You’re not there. Not anymore.”

Bucky shook his head. “But it’s still in me.”

You pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck. He shuddered.

“I still hear the screaming,” he whispered. “I can feel the blood on my hands. I wake up and I can’t breathe because it still feels real.”

You closed your eyes. God, how many times had he woken like this? Alone, before you ever touched his bed. Before he ever let you stay.

“You didn’t choose any of it,” you said, holding him tighter. “You were never what they made you.”

Bucky’s breath hitched. He twisted slowly in your arms, like he was afraid of what you’d see. His eyes were wet, jaw tight.

“I’m afraid,” he whispered. “Of what I’ve done. Of what I still could do.”

You cupped his face gently, both hands holding him like something precious. Something fragile.

“I’m not,” you said. “I know you. I know every part of you — even the ones you hate.”

His throat worked. “You shouldn’t love someone like me.”

You kissed the scar just beneath his eye. Then the hollow of his cheek. His temple.

“I don’t love someone like you,” you whispered. “I love you.”

His hands gripped your waist like he didn’t know what to do with that — like the weight of being loved so completely made his ribs ache.

“I don’t know how to be soft,” he said. “Not like you deserve.”

“Then don’t be soft,” you said. “Just be here. With me.”

He leaned in, slowly. Hesitantly. His lips brushed yours — tentative, almost shy. But when you kissed him back, his hands found your back, your jaw, your hair — pulling you closer, like he needed to make sure you were real.

When you pulled him down into the bed with you, his head rested against your chest. One of your hands slid through his hair. The other held his metal hand, fingers curled gently between his.

“I’m still here,” you whispered.

Bucky closed his eyes.

“I don’t deserve this,” he said.

You kissed the top of his head. “That’s not your call to make.”

He was asleep within minutes — still holding your hand like he was afraid you’d disappear.

You didn’t.

You stayed.

[ohdorothea]

more info on the tournament here <3

lyrics under the cut!

Guilty As Sin? lyrics

Drowning in the Blue Nile

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

My boredom's bone-deep

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight, he's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

I keep these longings locked

In lowercase, inside a vault

Someone told me there's no such thing as bad thoughts

Only your actions talk

These fatal fantasies giving way to labored breath

Taking all of me, we've already done it in my head

If it's make-believe

Why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

My bedsheets are ablaze, I've screamed his name

Building up like waves crashing over my grave

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

What if I roll the stone away?

They're gonna crucify me anyway

What if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?

If long-suffering propriety is what they want from me

They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly

I choose you and me religiously

What if he's written "mine" on my upper thigh only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh, what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss, how I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

He sent me "Downtown Lights"

I hadn't heard it in a while

Am I allowed to cry?

loml lyrics

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames

If we know the steps anyway?

We embroidered the memories of the time I was away

Stitching, "We were just kids, babe"

I said, "I don't mind, it takes time"

I thought I was better safe than starry-eyed

I felt aglow like this

Never before and never since

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary

You and I go from one kiss to getting married

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery

Never quite buried

In your suit and tie, in the nick of time

You lowdown boy, you standup guy, you

Holy Ghost, you told me I'm

The love of your life

You said I'm the love of your life

About a million times

Who's gonna tell me the truth, when you blew in with the winds of fate

And told me I reformed you?

When your Impressionist paintings of Heaven turned out to be fakes

Well, you took me to hell too

And all at once, the ink bleeds

A conman sells a fool a get-love-quick scheme

But I felt a hole like this

Never before and ever since

If you know it in one glimpse, it's legendary

What we thought was for all time was momentary

Still alive, killing time at the cemetery

Never quite buried

You cinephile in black and white

All those plot twists and dynamite

Mr. Steal Your Girl, then make her cry

You said I'm the love of your life

You shit-talked me under the table, talking rings and talking cradles

I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all

Dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second-hand embarrassed

That I can't get out of bed 'cause something counterfeit's dead?

It was legendary

It was momentary

It was unnecessary, should've let it stay buried

Oh, what a valiant roar

What a bland goodbye

The coward claimed he was a lion

I'm combing through the braids of lies

"I'll never leave"

"Never mind"

Our field of dreams, engulfed in fire

Your arson's match, your somber eyes

And I'll still see it until I die

You're the loss of my life

[starlost-maniac]

Lose My Breath - Ch 5

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS, DNI

Warnings/genre: college au, SMUT, pia, piv, mxm, mxf, piercings/tattoos, frat SKZ, goth Jisung

Pairing: ChanSung x fem!reader (mostly Chan x Jisung)

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"So how did you two meet?"

Jisung stares at you for a moment, his cup just barely at his lips. He takes a quick sip, bringing the cup down to his lap afterward.

"Mmm...I was sitting under a shaded tree during my first semester here. And if you haven't noticed," he chuckles, "this is how I normally dress. I'm 'the weird goth kid' that never grew out of the phase. But, I was sitting under a shaded tree, listening to music and just doodling in one of my notebooks." He smiles softly as he looks back on the memory.

"I saw a pair of shoes come into view, and I looked up, and it was this guy in a football jersey. I thought he was there to bully me, so I rolled my eyes and ignored him. He crouched down in front of me, trying to get my attention. When I finally pulled my headphones off and looked at him, he had the cheesiest grin on his face." Jisung smiles fondly before taking another sip of his drink. "He asked me for my name, and I refused to give it to him. Chan tried talking to me every chance he saw me, whether it was on or off campus."

"He tried so hard to get me to tell him my name. I started to avoid him if I saw him. When winter break happened, he somehow found my socials and messaged me there." He laughs, a soft smile on his face. You listened quietly. "He kept this up into the next semester, asking me to go on a date, until I finally relented and agreed to go out with him. He was so persistent. He wouldn't take no for an answer. Every time he asked, he had a bouquet of flowers. I honestly thought he was doing it as a joke or something. But the way he kissed me when he dropped me off at my dorm, I knew he was serious. He officially asked me to be his boyfriend a week later. I was still wary of him for a few weeks, just in case he was faking it." He laughs again and looks at you.

"He really is persistent. He's always been like that." You smile sadly.

"Is it…ok if I ask what happened between you two?" Jisung asks, holding onto his cup. You suck in air between your teeth, silent for a bit after that before you sigh.

"My dad had gotten into some trouble, nothing on his part. But we had to go into witness protection for a long time." You stare down into your cup. "I literally couldn't tell anyone, and by the time I came back, it was too late. I couldn't find him to explain anything. It's just a coincidence that I attended the same college as him and befriended his boyfriend." You chuckle softly. You look up to meet his sad eyes.

"I actually spoke to him not long ago about you." He leans his head against the wall.

"Oh really?" You have a playful smile. "About what?"

"About wanting…" he sighs, getting a little nervous. "About wanting you to be our third. About if it was bad that I want you and him to get back together so we could all be together. He said he couldn't promise, but it was fine if we got together.." he looks at you again, seeing the soft smile on your face.

"I can't promise anything either, between me and him. But I have been subtly flirting with you." You giggle. He lifts his head off the wall.

"Really?" He was genuinely surprised. You nod and laugh.

"You're not just saying that because of the alcohol, are you?" He teases.

"I've only had a few sips. I'm completely sober." You set the drink down on Chan's desk and move to the edge of Chan's bed, next to Jisung's feet. Taking his cup, you set it on the desk as well. "If you don't want this, then stop me at any point." He nods as you slip your cardigan off, tossing it onto Chan's chair. He takes his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. He reaches next to him, into the bedside table, and grabs a condom, setting it next to him. You take your top and skirt off, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

He stares at you, looking over your beauty. His cock was straining against his zipper now. He quickly undoes his pants, taking them and his boxers off before settling back on the bed. You look at his length, seeing the metal that sits in his cock. Looking him over, you marvel at the tattoos you can see, and the metal in his nipples.

"We have a few more things in common." You laugh softly, his cock twitching at the sound.

"What's that?" He looks into your eyes.

"I've got a few piercings too." You reach behind you, undoing your bra, tossing it into the chair with the rest of your clothes, your panties not long after. Jisung's eyes go wide and he loses his breath as he looks you over. He thought you looked ethereal. Seeing that you also have your nipples done, and that there's metal glinting between your thighs, made him fall for you more.

"Can you be any more perfect?" He whispers once he can breathe again, making you laugh. You walk over and grab the condom. Opening it, you gently roll it down his length, being careful of the metal. Once it's on, you carefully straddle him, his cock lightly rubbing against your folds. You place one hand on his cheek, the other on his chest and lean down, slotting your lips with his. He places one hand on your hip, one into your hair, savoring the feeling of your lips on his. Jisung's hips instinctively buck up into yours, rubbing against you again.

You moan into the kiss a little, slowly deepening it as he slips his tongue into your mouth. Your breasts press against his chest, your piercings cool against his skin. The hand he has on your hip slides around to your ass. Squeezing softly, he groans into your mouth. He pulls away from your lips as he takes his hand from your hair and brings it to your ass, holding both cheeks in his grip. He begins to kiss along your jaw and down to your neck.

"I have to admit.." he whispers against your skin, "I've thought about how you'd feel a few times." He nips the skin between your neck and shoulder as he helps you grind against his cock.

"I can't say I haven't either..especially that first day." You gasp softly when he nips your skin again. "I wasn't sure if you were interested for a while, but I've caught you staring a few times." You card your fingers into his blue hair as he groans. You grind against him again, moaning softly. You lift your hips, hovering over him and he looks up at you when you do. Taking your hand off his chest to reach between you, you gently grab him. You position him at your entrance and slowly sink down onto his length. You gasp at the stretch, but he otherwise slides in easily.

"Fuck..you're so tight, Y/n.." Jisung moans out. He leans forward and gently kisses along your breasts, kissing down to one of your nipples. "Is this ok?" He looks at you through his lashes. You nod, gently gripping his hair. He gently licks your nipple, playing with the small metal balls that sit on either side of the hardening bud.

"Ji..ahh..Jisung…" you moan out as you slowly circle your hips on his. He squeezes your ass again before moving his hands back to your hips, helping you move. He groans against your skin, sucking your nipple into his mouth. His eyebrows furrow in pleasure as you start to bounce on his cock.

"Fuck…Y/n. Turn around. Please." He says around your nipple, giving it one last suck. When he lets go, you get off him. He slides down the bed some, letting you climb back on him. You slide his cock back into you, moaning again. Once you're settled, he carefully pulls you back against him, being careful of his still sensitive nipples.

He bends his knees as he wraps an arm around your waist. Holding your legs open with his knees, he carefully fucks up into you. Both of you moaning loudly. You hear someone try to open the door, mentally thanking Jisung for locking it. His other hand slips down to your clit, feeling the piercing you have above it. You close your eyes and let your head fall back onto his shoulder as you moan. Whoever is at the door knocks.

"Jisung? It's Hyunjin. When you can, Chan is hoping you can come down?" Jisung calls out an 'okay' before planting his lips onto your shoulder. He kisses along your skin, sucking a small mark in the crook of your neck. You reach one arm over your head to grab onto his head again, and the other grips his arm that's holding you against him. He shifts a little so he can thrust up into you faster and harder, rubbing your clit faster as well. You clench around him as you feel the knot in your belly tighten.

Jisung groans against your neck, keeping his face buried against you. You can feel his hot breath against you as he mumbles out soft praises to you. About how tight you are, how much of a good girl you are. You moan out his name, arching your back as much as you can as you cum around him, your cunt clenching hard, sucking him in.

"Shit, Y/n…" he grunts. He continues rubbing your clit, overstimulating you as he ruts up into you. After a few more minutes he thrusts hard and deep into you, cumming into the condom. His hips still as he lowers his ass back to the bed, one arm still around your waist, the other still between your legs. He wasn't rubbing your clit, but was gently pressing on it with the pad of his finger.

Your hard breathing fills the silence of the room, the loud music of the party basically non-existent to you two. He slowly moves his hands up your body to gently grope your breasts as he places soft kisses against your neck and shoulder, both of you breathing hard. After a moment, he helps you sit up. You thank him and teasingly roll your hips against his again.

"Ya!" He playfully smacks your ass and grips your hips tightly. He thrusts up into your sensitive cunt a few times before he lets go, making you gasp and moan out, a playful smile on his lips. You stand up on wobbly legs, holding onto the bed post for support. Jisung stands up and quickly discards the condom. "You ok, Y/n?" He asks, stepping over to you after.

"Yeah. Just been a while since I've been fucked that good." You both laugh.

"Well, I'm glad I could be of service." He places a soft kiss to your head and grabs your clothes, helping you get dressed. He pulls on a pair of Chan's grey sweatpants and a black tank top, passing you his own hoodie. You take it and thank him.

"I'll return it on Monday before class starts." You smile at him. "I'm glad I came to the party. Thank you Jisung." You kiss him softly. He smiles and kisses you back. He leads you back downstairs, making sure Chan's door is locked. The party was still going on, Chan sitting on the couch, one of his 'jersey chaser' fans on his arm. Jisung rolls his eyes and sighs.

"I think that's why he needed me." Jisung says into your ear.

"This happened a lot back in school too. He was the popular one in school, and girls always tried to come between us." You respond. "But, like you know, he was persistent and made sure they knew I was his. But, I'll let you save him. I'll see you in class." You smile at him and gently kiss his lips before you leave. Jisung watches you walk out the door before heading over to Chan.

"Ew. Why is this freak here?" Chan tenses up as Jisung just stares at her with a dead-pan look. "Why are you always hanging around him?"

"Because I've got a nice ass, hot body, and I give better head than you." He retorts quickly.

"So what? Chan isn't gay." She tries to fight back, pressing her breasts against his arm.

"Yeah. I know he's not. And yet, he lets me fuck him into next week, and he fucks me on the daily." Jisung smirks at her flabbergasted face.

"I don't believe you. Chan.." She whines into his ear, making the quarterback visibly cringe. "Tell him to go away. I've got you tonight and I want to find out if the stories around campus about you are true." She tries to lift Chan's shirt but he immediately pulls it back down.

"Stacey. I'm not gay, but I'm not straight. What I am, though, is in a happy relationship." Chan says, not turning his head. Jising crosses his arms, his muscles a little tense.

"She doesn't need to know what happens though." She whines again.

"'She' won't know anything, because there is no 'she'. I'm in a happy relationship with him." He points to Jisung, the younger walks closer and leans down to kiss Chan deeply. Chan gently grabs the hair on the back of Jisung's head, kissing him back. He can taste your chapstick on Jisung's lips. Stacey whines again and pouts. She lets go of Chan, getting up and walking away. Jisung carefully climbs into Chan's lap, Hyunjin hooting from his seat on the opposite couch, his own girlfriend in his lap.

Chan pulls Jisung in close, deepening the kiss before he needs to pull away for air. He smiles up at his boyfriend, placing soft pecks around his face. He moves his hand from Jisung's hair to his neck.

"Did you have fun upstairs? You were safe?" Chan pecks Jisung's nose.

"Yes, and yes. She's really beautiful, Chan. I told her about wanting to add her to us." He presses his forehead to Chan's. "She said she can't promise anything between you and her. But I think you two need to have a talk about what happened." He feels Chan's brows furrow some. He's silent for a bit.

"Ok. I'll do it for you, baby boy." He smiles and pecks Jisung's lips.

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It's been a few months since the frat party, snow now coating the campus grounds. Seungmin had finally requested Chan and Jisung for his project. Bringing them to the photo studio on campus, he took pictures of both of them as a couple. A few of them were silhouette photos, meant to show just two humans in love, a few of them showing who they are. Seungmin planned to give some of the shots as a gift to the two.

Jisung and you had gotten closer, if that was possible. He eventually got you and Chan to sit down together to talk about what happened. You were all at the frat house alone, the boys out with their partners or out playing in the snow. Chan had ordered chicken for you three to eat as you talked. You explained what happened and why you disappeared. Chan was silent for a bit.

"I was planning on asking you to marry me after high school, you know." Chan says, staring at the empty boxes of chicken. "I was still planning on going to college with you and building a life with you once we graduated. I was so heartbroken when you disappeared, Y/n." Chan says sadly. Jisung gently places his hand on Chan's knee. You look down at your lap and pat your eyes with the back of your hand.

"I know.." You whisper. "I wanted that, too. I'm sorry, Chan, for disappearing on you. I honestly did try to find you, but I couldn't." You look up at him as he wipes his eyes and cheeks. Jisung places his other hand on the back of Chan's head, softly playing with his hair.

"Would you be willing to try and rebuild a relationship with her, Chan? Even if nothing comes of it?" Jisung whispers. The older male nods a little.

"I'd like to try." He looks up at Jisung before turning to look at you.

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"I would, too." You say, a soft smile on your lips.

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20 Fanfic Author Questions ✍️🤔

Friend has given Dreamer a tag! Friend loves Dreamer! 🥹 Thanks, @sixtysevenautomatic. 🥰

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1. How many works on AO3?

24 👏

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

604,954 🥳

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos?

(These are all Supernatural, Wincest, and Explicit, by the way.)

Tell Him That His Lonesome Nights Are Over (426), Part 1 in Sandman 'verse

And then the entire West series, just out of order. Lol.

Part 4: Unless I Can't Resist (315) Part 3: When I'm Bad (260) Part 1: Run It All Over (259) Part 2: The One I Never Tried (229)

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Only SPN and SPN Real Person Fic these days. There was a drabble in LotR RPF way back in the day, and a fic or three in the Fandom-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named, but that was over 20 years ago. SPN and J2 have had my heart for most of the time since.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I always, always do my best to reply to comments because I am so grateful for them, but I readily admit I drop the ball sometimes (a lot of the time). My heart skips a beat every time one appears in my inbox, though, and they're devoured with the joy of a teenage girl receiving a love note from her first crush.

Unfortunately, my mental health and other brain things get in the way sometimes, so it can take me a long time to reply, which I feel like absolute trash about. But I do my best to put the shame aside and reply eventually. Those who have responded to my apologies have always been very understanding, which I'm thankful for.

6. Angstiest Ending?

I'm straight-up allergic to unhappy endings, fam, so you're unlikely to come across one in my writing. I mean, there are a couple of parts in the Preset 'verse (Wincest/J2 crossover, Explicit) that have unhappy endings, but I was posting that as a WIP, so there was some angst before it got resolved. It's still not technically finished, but it wasn't left in a bad place.

The only other one could be The More Things Change (J2, Explicit), which definitely has an element of bittersweetness to the ending. It's sweet overall, but it's there.

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

I'm not sure I can actually answer this one, since most of my fics have happy endings. 🤔 Shout-out to my latest fic, Drag Out From Your Mouth (unrelated-Wincest but not a full SPN AU, Explicit)? 😂

8. Do you get hate?

The only "hate" I can remember was when I posted the first part of Sandman. The very first comment was from some anti-bottom!Dean dumpster fire complaining that I'd written another bottom!Dean fic when there was already so much of it available. My eyes nearly rolled out of my head at the entitlement.

Oh, and I guess I got a couple of general anti-Wincest comments on a post in my fic rec side blog @imthedr3amer recently? That sort of thing is just very ignorable (once I've had a rant to someone about how dumb it is, anyway).

9. Do you write smut?

I probably write more smut than I do actual plot.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yesss. Only one kind so far, though, and that's what I mentioned above with the SPN/RPF crossover, the Preset 'verse. There needs to be so much more fic about Sam and/or Dean meeting Jared and/or Jensen. Please. We are so hungry. 🥺

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of. If anyone ever sees that shit, hit me up.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of. Someone did ask once, but I declined because I'm a control freak and I'm not sure how I feel about not being able to do quality assurance on something like that. Language is a delicate and nuanced thing, and I guess I worry something wouldn't cross the language barrier properly? I've heard stories. But also, not being able to field comments and questions from readers doesn't sit right with me either. I don't know. I don't know!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not exactly, although I did have the pleasure of writing Certain Souls (Wincest, Explicit) which is, with permission, a fic set in a 'verse created by my bestie, @sam-is-my-safe-word! 🥰 They alpha read all of my writing these days and vice versa, so they were very involved anyway, but I sought even more input than usual on what they thought Sam and Dean would do here or there, or if they had a preference for this or that action/dynamic/etc.

I think it's likely that we'll properly co-author something in the future. We have very complimentary interests (and kinks) and we make each other worse riff off each other's ideas really well.

14. All time favourite ship?

WINCEST SUPREMACY

[Answer unchanged from previous tagger. ✊]

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would really love to continue the Preset 'verse. I was about 30k into the next part when my computer died like eight years ago or something? It wasn't the hard drive, I don't think, so in theory I could resurrect and continue, but I have other WIPs higher on the priority list these days. Given the pace I write at, it's hard to say if that will ever happen.

16. Writing Strengths?

Uhh, smut, maybe? Lol.

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Oh-ho, now you're talking. The inability to cull unnecessary scenes is a big one for me. I write very self-indulgently. I write fanfiction because there's stuff that we didn't and would never get in canon, so just because it's not necessary for the story doesn't mean I don't want to see it in its full, overly-descriptive glory. And if I want to see it, maybe others do too, even if it doesn't deepen our understanding of the character or move the plot forwards. 🤷‍♀️

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

It's not something I've ever done in my fics (that I recall...), but as a reader, I find it frustrating when there's a language other than English and the other characters in the scene understand it but I'm given no way to know except by maybe skipping to the end notes for a glossary. If the other characters in the scene, or the POV character, don't understand either, it's reasonable that I wouldn't, so a glossary at the end is fine and good. If there's no translation mid-fic or at the end, regardless of anyone's understanding, that's extra frustrating. We are curious creatures, people!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ah, yes, that would be the Fandom-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named. 🖕 🏳️‍⚧️✊ I was 12/13 and I wrote it in an exercise book that I hid under my mattress, where no one would ever think to look. I still have it. I really need to get rid of it in case I die and my family has to go through my shit.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm really proud of the Sandman 'verse. Most of that poured out of me after over 10 years of not having posted anything in the fandom, just reappearance of the muse out of nowhere (although the inspiration that kick-started it certainly wasn't—eternal shout-out rights to @spnyuri. 🥰).

The last fic in the 'verse, Crumbling In Your Hand, Part III: You Conquered Me (Wincest, Explicit) is one I'm very proud of. I really enjoy writing things like text message exchanges and video calls, other digital communication methods, etc., plus, I mean, reunion sex where someone gets bent over the Impala? I can only lead you to the water, my friends. 😂

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Tagging, as always, with maximum encouragement but minimum pressure: @sam-is-my-safe-word @talltalesandbedtimestories @bigmouthlass @thoughtslikeaminefield @xpurdyglambertx 💖

@chiquititasnewsong @felisblanco @goshen-applecrumbledore @compo67 @zmediaoutlet 💖

[berryispunk]

When Words Fail, Let Me Stay

pairing: Frankie Morales x gn! reader

notes: Detailed discussion about depression so be aware before reading. I wish I could (finally) write something happy but I can't.

tags: heavy on mental health struggles (depression), spoilers for 'Jane the Virgin', mention of loss, soft! Frankie, best friend! Frankie, comfort, hurt, fluff, no physical description of reader

summary: Trapped in your own head, you find a glimmer of comfort and connection in your friend Frankie.

word count: 1,5 k

It crept up on you. Slowly but surely, swallowing you piece by piece until there was nothing left. You should have known better—should have reacted sooner. But you stayed rooted in place, watching the waves crash around the abyss beneath you. You went on with your life, going through the motions without really being there at all. You didn’t even register words anymore, conversations growing harder by the day. Your apartment mirrors your inner mess perfectly: used plates and glasses stacked up, waiting to be cleaned, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. Even if you wanted to—even if you had a tiny bit of energy left—as soon as you saw all the work that had to be done, you froze all over again.

So the days went on, and you rotted in your bed, the only place you found comfort. You doom-scrolled through various social media apps, desperately trying to fill the void with anything. But it was to no avail. You isolated yourself from everyone. You didn’t want to be a burden to them or worry them more than necessary. Of course, the healthier option would be to at least open up to someone—anyone—but how were you supposed to untangle the mess in your mind enough to explain it? You were afraid that if you told anyone about your darkest thoughts, they’d step back—afraid of being pulled into the darkness with you. How would they understand, anyway? No one is you. Thankfully.

One evening, you lie in bed, your favorite TV show playing for the hundredth time—just background noise to drown out the voices in your head. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand. Once. Twice. You ignore it, too lost in your own haze to care.

Then it buzzes again. With an irritated sigh, you reach for it.

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Frankie Morales 🚁3 New Messages

[10:30 p.m.] Hey hermosa, what was the name of this show you liked so much again?

[10:31 p.m.] It was something with ‘Virgin,’ that’s all I remember 🤔

[10:32 p.m.] It was the one where the abuela talks Spanish most of the time and you always ask me what she said… grr, please help 🆘

Even in your current state, you can’t help but let a faint smile tug at your lips. It’s completely random—but still, you decide to reply, if only to stop him from pestering you.

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🍓: I guess you mean Jane the Virgin.

Frankie Morales 🚁: YEAH!!! That’s it. I was going crazy over here. Jane the Virgin, right.

🍓: I’m glad I was able to help. I’m actually watching it right now 😅

Frankie Morales 🚁: Oh, really? Interesting. At this point, I bet you could reenact every scene without even thinking. How many times have you rewatched it by now?

🍓: Don’t be mean, Frankie. And honestly, I have no clue anymore 😅 Maybe the 6th or 7th time.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Which season are you at?

🍓: Just started Season 3. Michael got shot after their wedding. They’re at the hospital, and Michael’s mom is being a bitch to Jane.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Oh, alright. I remember. Season 3 is so intense, isn’t it?

🍓: Yeah, but it’s not my favorite.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Which is your favorite?

🍓: You’re asking ME? That’s impossible to decide!

Frankie Morales 🚁: C’mon, you have to have some preference. I think mine’s Season 1 meeting all the characters and the chaos starting.

🍓: Oh yeah, Season 1 is definitely in my top 3. But I also really love Season 4, even though it’s super sad. The way Jane deals with grief… I felt seen. I actually started watching the show shortly after my grandma died. The dynamic between Jane, Xo, and Abuela is just so comforting to me. I miss my grandma. 😔

Frankie Morales 🚁: I’m sorry, hermosa. I didn’t know about your grandma.

🍓: It’s okay, I don’t talk much about it. Just another one of those things that makes me too sad to bring up.

Frankie Morales 🚁: That’s fair. Hey, I was wondering—should I pick up where you’re at so we can watch together? 😄

🍓: You don’t have to. You already rewatched it twice with me. I’m sure you have better things to do on a Friday night than sitting through my comfort show again.

Frankie Morales 🚁: I was actually supposed to go out with the boys, but I ditched them last minute. Just wasn’t in the mood. You know that feeling? 🧐

Yes. More than he probably realizes.

🍓: I’m the wrong person to ask, Frankie. I always prefer a night in with movies and snacks over going out. 😅

Frankie Morales 🚁: My bad, preciosa. 😂

You’re not sure why, but suddenly, you feel the urge to tell him—just a little—what’s been running through your head. It’s always easier over text than saying it to his face. Especially when he’s looking at you with those damn warm, worried brown eyes.

🍓: Honestly, I haven’t been in the mood for anything the last few days.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Oh? How come?

You sigh.

🍓: I guess my depression has me in a chokehold again.

Frankie Morales 🚁: That sucks. Anything I can do?

There it is again. His fucking attentiveness. It’s one of the things you love most about him, but in times like this, when you struggle so hard, it makes your heart ache. You don’t deserve this kind of care, do you? Not after pushing him away so many times. But the warmth in his words reaches you in a way nothing else has in a long time.

🍓: I don’t know, Frankie. I don’t think there’s much anyone can do. It’s just one of those times where everything feels too heavy.

Frankie Morales 🚁: I get that, hermosa. But you don’t have to carry all that weight alone. Maybe I can come over?

You stare at your screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. The idea of company is both terrifying and tempting. You want to say no—after all, your apartment is a mess, and so are you. But then you think about the quiet presence Frankie brings, the way he never pushes, just stays. The way he has always made you feel a little less alone. He feels like a warm fire, bringing in light—even when you don’t want it. He may be the one person who truly understands your pain after everything he’s been through.

🍓: I appreciate that, Frankie. Really.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Anytime, preciosa. You know I mean it.

A small, tired smile tugs at your lips. Typical Frankie.

🍓: Can I be honest with you about something?

Frankie Morales 🚁: Always.

🍓: I hate feeling like this. It’s like I’m stuck in a loop. No matter what I do, I just end up back here—tired, unmotivated, isolating myself. I know I should reach out more, but I don’t even know what to say half the time. The chaos in my head is unbearable for me. How am I supposed to explain it to someone else?

A long pause. For a second, your heart clenches in panic. Maybe you overshared. But before you can spiral further, your phone buzzes.

Frankie Morales 🚁: You don’t have to explain it perfectly, hermosa. I get it. More than you probably know.

Something in his words makes your chest tighten.

Frankie Morales 🚁: You don’t have to fight this alone. Let me come over. I’ll bring snacks. No pressure. No expectations. Just company.

You exhale shakily.

🍓: …Okay.

Frankie Morales 🚁: Be there in 20. Want anything specific?

🍓: Just you is fine.

You toss your phone onto the bed and let out a shaky breath. This doesn’t fix everything. It doesn’t lift the weight in your chest or clear the fog in your mind. But for the first time in a long time, you don’t feel like you’re carrying it alone. And that’s because of Frankie—because he cared enough to reach through the silence, to remind you that someone still sees you. And most importantly, care enough to stay. To keep trying, even when you pull away. To offer kindness without expecting anything in return. It’s a small thing maybe, but to you, it feels monumental.

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Don't Quit on Us

Han Jisung x Reader

Summary: Will your summer fling turn into the real thing?

Warnings: A little angst with a happy ending

A/N: My first Han fic! Please leave a like or reblog if you enjoy!

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You and Han Jisung had whirlwind summer romance. You had been spending the summer in Korea for vacation before your big world tour. The two of you met at an arcade where you beat him in Mario Kart. He flirted with you shamelessly; fumbling over a few words here and there but, you couldn’t help but find him sweet and charming so you exchanged numbers and the rest was history.

Dates to the park, more arcades, dinners, movies, you name it, you guys pretty much did it. There was a ride taken on the ferris wheel, and of course as the movies go, he made his move when it stopped at the top. Only later did you find out Han tipped the guy extra to have him a stop it there so you could share your first kiss. He was a sweet nostalgic romantic like that.

These are things you’re thinking about as you pack your suit case in your hotel room. You bit your lip as you see he read your text that you needed to talk to him.

It’s not long before there’s a knock on your door, Han’s standing there his heart rate elevated. You open the door and he smiles stepping into the room. He can feel your anxiety and in turn the shift in the room when you don’t hug or kiss him. You don’t make any move to pull him closer to you.

“What’s up,” he asks rubbing his hands together. You sigh as you put as much distance between you and your summer lover as you can.

“Han, this summer,” you sigh, “it’s been great. One of the best of my life,” you smile.

“Y/n,” he stands on the other side of the bed, “No,” his voice pleads with a shake of his head.

“You know I have to leave tomorrow,” you continue. His face drops as he realizes his suspicion was correct.

“Don’t do this,” he whispers and you can’t look up at him.

“Han,” you sigh with your eyes trained on the bed, “I can’t continue this. I mean we aren’t going to see each other for a year, at least. And me expecting you to stay locked down while you can’t see me isn’t fair.” Your eyes finally raise to meet his; they’re big and puppy dog like.

“What about what I think is fair?��� He asks after a minute of silence, “Because I don’t find it too fair that we have such a good thing going and you just want to end it.” His tone is defensive.

“We won’t even be able to see each other,” you sigh as you try to explain your point again.

“We can make it work,” he says with as shrug of his shoulders.

“How? I don’t expect face time calls or texts or anything digital to be enough.” You fold your arms over your chest as he walks to the other side of the bed, like standing in front of you can keep you from running from this.

“We can make it work,” his hands come up to cup your face and he peers into your eyes.

“How,” you ask again.

“What if I fly out to see you every other week? I’ll make the time and we can see each other. We can be together,” he puts his arms around your waist and he pulls you in to him, resting his forehead on yours. You wrap your arms around his neck as you take in the feeling of him being close.

“Let’s just enjoy the time we have left, ok? My flight leaves at 8 am and it’s 10 pm.” You motion to the clock on the beside table. He dips his face down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands find the ends of his hair as you start playing with it, the feeling of a broken heart stirring in your chest.

“Please don’t do this to us,” he begs against your lips before you move yours to his neck.

“Hannie, it’s only fair to you and me that we part ways. I’m not saying it’s forever,” you rub his cheek with the pad of your thumb.

“But it’s going to feel like it. We have something special. Something worth fighting for. I know you know that.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I’m not happy about this either, believe me,” you feel the first threat of tears start to prick your eyes and you move past him to keep him from seeing it.

“We can either spend the night together, one last time or you can go and we can end it now.” You say sounding defeated. Han removes his shirt and discards it in the corner of the room before turning down the hotel room’s bed. You both climb into bed, choosing to say goodbye the proper way.

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The next morning, your wake-up call comes in and it’s a harsh reality. The man sleeping next to you is blissfully unaware you have to get up to leave. His eyes are closed and mouth partially open as he lightly snores. You take in the moment, memorizing his face for later when you know you’ll miss him terribly.

You slowly get out of bed, being extra careful to be quiet. You change into your airport attire and when you walk out of the bathroom, he’s still asleep. You slowly creep over to grab your shoes and you place his discarded to shirt on the table in front of the bed.

“I love you, Han Jisung,” you whisper to him before leaving the hotel room.

Tears start falling the moment you step away from the door. Your hand is over your mouth to stifle any sobs that try to break through.

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You’re at the airport sitting there waiting for your flight, looking through pictures of the two of you from your adventures. The ferris wheel picture you took right before he kissed you, the stuffed animal he won that same night pictured in your lap. You had it tucked away in your carry-on items; a sweet blue teddy bear.

You smile at the memory as a stray tear rolls down your cheek. You put your phone away, sighing as you see the clock.

6 am.

You still have two hours before you’re flight leaves.

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Back at the hotel room Han wakes up to an empty room. He stretches a moment, instinctively searching for you when he remembers what day it is. His chest hurts but he can’t let it go. He can’t let you go, not without one last fight. He gets his clothes on and dashes out the door calling Lee Know to tell him he won’t be at practice today.

“Yeah, man I know. But y/n is leaving, and I have to at least let her know that I love her. That I don’t want to lose her.” His voice slightly cracks as his emotion wells up; his body barely keeps up with his legs and mind. As if the two are in a race against each other.

Thanks to traffic it takes him an hour and a half just to get to the airport. Suddenly overwhelmed by the people going to and fro in the airport his anxiety starts to kick up. Thankfully Lee Know had called Bang Chan and Felix and they showed up in the nick of time.

They walk up to him and relief floods him.

“Lee Know told us,” Is all Bang Chan has to say.

“Her flight should be leaving from gate B17.” He says as he searches the signs. The three of them make their way around the airport trying to find your gate.

“Flight 744 leaving for America is now boarding,” the announcer says over the speakers.

“That’s her flight!” he freaks.

“Ji calm down, we’ll find her.” Felix's calm voice barely reassures his friend. The guys continue searching for the gate.

“Straight ahead,” Bang Chan exclaims and they all race off to it. Jisung is looking around everyone, trying not to bump into or knock anyone over. He see’s the back of your head as you’re the next person to hand over your boarding pass. He pulls down his mask.

“Y/n!”

You freeze, recognizing his voice. You hadn’t expected him to show up, your hands shakily give the woman your pass and before you can step into the hallway to board, you feel a hand on your arm.

“Just give me a minute, please,” he asks. You look at the woman.

“Just don’t miss the flight,” she says as you go around the little rope to see him. His hair is a mess all over his head, his breathing erratic, and his eyes are wide and frantic.

“Baby I know you have to go and I don’t want to stop you, but I want to know that when you leave you’re coming back to me,” he says and the emotions of the morning cause tears to blur your vision.

“Han I can’t,”

“Yes, you can. Y/n, I love you and I don’t want to lose you,” you hear a few people ‘aww’ at your exchange but you pay them no mind.

“Han,” you breathe out desperately, “I love you too, but,” he’s quick to interrupt.

“Then just tell me you want to be with me. We’ll figure out something. I don’t know what, and I’m not saying it’s going to be easy, but easy isn’t what I want. What I want is you, us.” His hands find yours as he pulls you closer to him.

“All I want is you, nothing else matters.” He whispers as your faces become centimeters apart. You close the gap between you with a slow, deep kiss, savoring the way his lips feel.

“Promise we’ll talk everyday.”

“I promise, Jagiya.”

“All right, and you’ll come see me when you can?”

“Anytime I can, yes.” He nods his head sharply. You giggle at his animated action.

“Then I’ll see you as soon as I can, Aein.” You kiss his lips once more before going back to the line.

-

The tour goes off without a hitch, many sold out shows, some of which your boyfriend is able to attend and celebrate with you. Anytime you do he’s right there with a towel and a water bottle, lips puckered to give you a celebratory kiss.

But as all tours do, yours ends and you’re sitting on the plane, legs shaking up and down with anticipation.

“You excited to see your man?” your manager asks noticing your state. You hadn’t seen Jisung in a few months, with the guys working hard on the their newest songs he couldn't find time to get away.

“Yeah I told him I wouldn’t be in till tomorrow, so he isn’t expecting me.” You smirk. You had let Bang Chan know your plan and he was happy to help you surprise him.

-

“You should hear how much he talks about you,” he droned to which your response was a giggle.

“He likes me,” you shrugged lightly as you talked with him the month before your tour was over.

“Likes? Hell naw, he loooooves you,” he sang teasingly.

“Shut up, Channie,” you rolled your eyes with a knowing smile.

“Y/n’s so smart and beautiful, Chan, and not to mention her voice. It’s like angels in heaven but better in every way. The way she walks, her perfume, Chan, ugh. She’s perfect.” He mocked with a heart eyed type of face and you can’t help but laugh.

“He doesn’t sound like that,” you teased him and he laughs.

“May as well, the dude’s a love sick squirrel.” Just then the door to Chan’s room opened and it’s none other than your boyfriend.

“Is that y/n?” he asked and then his face peered into the phone super close.

“Hi baby! How was the show? I miss you! I swear I was going to call you but I had some lyrics to work on,” Han shot Bang Chan a glare playfully and you stifled a giggle, “But as soon as I got done I was going to call you.” His words were quick and rushed, the excitement of seeing you taking over.

“It’s ok Hannie, I was going to call you later anyway. I’m about to head out with some friends to get something to eat. I’ll call you later?” you asked and he smiles from to ear.

“Have fun, cupcake! I love you and I’ll miss you!” he kisses the phone screen earning a teasing ‘yuck,” from Bang Chan. Han leaves the room and you couldn't help the excited giggle that bursts out of you.

“So we’re good right?” Bang Chan nods before you hung up the phone.

-

Stepping off the plane Bang Chan is there at the airport to retrieve you. He gives you a welcomed hug and he can’t contain his excitement.

“He’s going to flip. Maybe even die,” he chuckles to himself as you smile rolling your eyes at his dramatics.

-

You and Chan arrive at the studio, Han is recording his part of the song. You quietly sneak in, hiding your face while he records.

“Who’s that?” he asks and points at your back. You notice the smirk on Chan’s face.

“Someone, now try going higher on,”

“Baby?!” His voice shrieks as he throws the headphones off and busts into the room. You look up at him sheepishly and he drops to the floor dramatically.

“Han!” You laugh.

“I’ve died. I’m in Heaven now.” He says staring at the ceiling for a moment before you gently fall on top of him, your noses touching as you smile at him.

“Are you gonna kiss me now? I’ve been looking forwa-,” his lips swallow the last bit of your words as his head comes up capturing your lips in a passionate, borderline needy kiss in front of everyone.

“Eww get a room!” Seungmin teases. Han just flips him off as he continues making out with you on the floor. You both part and his smile goes from ear to ear. You both stand up and you embrace each other properly.

“Thank you for not giving up,” he whispers in your ear sincerely.

“I’m glad I didn’t.” you smile as you whisper in his ear.

“I’m taking the day off. Me and my lady are going to spend some much-needed quality time.” He takes your hand and leads you out of the studio.

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✎ mattheo riddle x fem!reader

✎ word count : 1.1k

✎ warnings : mentions of fighting, but mostly fluff.

summary : your boyfriend takes you on a dinner date that leads up to a cozy night in with him.

a/n : kinda nervous, this is my first time posting my writing on this app (and writing in second pov). so if any mistakes are made blame my inability to write this way…? also, this is a little inspired by ‘K.’ by cigarettes after sex, and a mix of my own ideas w/ minor plot. enjoy!

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it wasn’t a rare occurrence that your boyfriend, who gave you the ultimate princess treatment, to take you out. him taking you on dates and spending quality time with you was basically his love language—on top of his physical touch addiction, which he likes to deny, deny, and deny.

even now, as you sit across from the dark, curly-haired boy, who is dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, with a crispy white blouse peeking underneath. his onyx eyes couldn’t peel themselves away from you throughout the wonderful dinner you’ve had together.

the conversations that came easy and switched even easier, the warmth of hearing his laughter throughout the fancy restaurant when you landed a joke had your heart soaring inside of your rib cage.

despite his hands being nowhere near you, his presence was enough to feel like he was touching you. your soul. underneath his reputation that he upheld from his father’s last name at hogwarts, and the walls he builds with everyone else, there was a precious boy.

the one he allows you to see.

as you both wait for the waitress and check to arrive, he switches the topic smoothly. “so, do you have anywhere else in mind you want to go for this date night? or are you ready to head back?” his tender eyes gradually travel over your appearance.

the makeup you had made him wait extra minutes for, your hair which was neatly done and resting around your shoulders, the silky, black dress that clung effortlessly to your figure—and had a small slit on its left side, exposing some of your thigh and leg.

you gnawed on the skin inside of your cheek, laying your options out on the table. there weren’t many shops open this late. And not only were you two dressed up—but it would be silly to go anywhere else in what you’re wearing. you two would be out of place, even if you wanted to go grab a sweet butterbeer from the three broomsticks.

you knew mattheo wouldn’t care about anyone else’s opinion, and which eyes were on the two of you if you did decide that you wanted to go to the three broomsticks. i mean he was used to being mixed into rumors that made zero sense half of the time. surely he could handle any amount of attention.

still, you settled on replying with a simple, “no…?” your tone gave away hesitation, which only caused his eyebrow to lift. “no,” you repeated, this time clearer. “it’s late and we have early classes tomorrow.”

“so?” he decided to push, keeping his mischievous eyes that had the burning candle flame in them on you.

it wasn’t news to you that trouble followed your boyfriend everywhere he went. it was attached to him no matter how far he ran. hell, he’d even go as far as chasing it himself, looking it straight into its eyes, willingly.

finding him in heated fights, and the long days of detention that followed for the consequences of his actions. sometimes he didn’t have to use his fists to land himself inside detention—he’d manage to do that by skipping and ditching periods whenever it suited him.

“so,” you dragged out the single word, attempting to get him on board with you. “i’d rather spend the rest of the night with you. in your dorm.” his brows rose slowly, and his eyes gleamed with amusement on that offer alone.

you knew you had him.

“and suddenly, that sounds like the best idea you’ve had in a very long time, sweetheart.” his tone was smooth, silky, low.

and that’s exactly what happened when you both stepped inside his dorm. with flickering candles keeping the surrounding dark at bay—the gentle flames casting shadows over his ‘artwork’ you had continued to tease him about. the sketches he spilled his thoughts, words, and his emotions into, were scattered on his walls. all telling you different stories within the parchment paper and the black chalk he used.

to the deep, glistening waters of the black lake through the two sets of windows that divided the dorm and murky waters with panels of glass. you knew you were safe. as soon as that cigarette was lit and in between his lips, and finding yourself tangled in messy sheets with him, there was nothing that could divide the two of you.

not only were you wrapped in his familiar cologne but you were wrapped in his sweet warmth. his arm had you tucked into the side of his bare torso, gently running his fingers through your hair as your head lays on his chest. your fingers always found themselves occupied on the scars etched across his olive skin, tracing them with your fingertips, mindlessly.

“i think you have a weird obsession with my scars.” his feather-light voice had your fingers pausing their soft movements on one of his scars. “i mean seriously, they’re nothing special.” he shifted a bit, stubbing out his cigarette in an ashtray on his nightstand, and blowing out the rest of the gray smoke from his lips.

nothing special.

they were all special. you knew that. problem was he didn’t. and it drove you insane.

“you might hate them,” you said softly, moving your head upward so you could meet his eyes, which only had raw love and security in them because he knew your answer remained the same. “but I don’t,” you added, and you could’ve sworn you heard his heart skip a beat from where your ear was pressed against his chest.

his eyes softened, swirling with the flames from the candles on his nightstand. “you’re impossible,” he said quietly, his fingers going from your hair to the edges of your jawline, the pads of his fingertips tracing your skin until he got to your chin. “you’re too perfect.” his eyes darted all over your face, tracing your skin with his eyes.

“no one is perfect,” you pointed out, slowly pushing yourself up from the plush sheets that tried their hardest to not let you go, moving closer to him until your lips brushed. “everyone has scars. whether they’re hidden or shown. yours just so happen to be above reach—to touch, to see, to love,” you whispered on his now slightly parted lips.

his eyes drifted from your vulnerable pair of eyes down to your pink, perfectly sculpted lips. “then show me your scars,” he whispered as he gradually met your eyes through his dark, thick, and long eyelashes, putting his puppy dog eyes on full display for you. “because i want to touch, see, and love them too.”

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Quiet new life [Simon (Ghost) Riley x black oc]

Description: Simon is a retired military veteran who is trying to adjust to his new life after being discharged.

Author’s note: This is purely self indulgent but I thought this was super cute and wanted to share. I do have my friends ocs in here as well! Mind some errors, currently editing

Simon enjoyed his quiet new life.

He spent most of his time with his dog, Riley. He wouldn’t think retirement suited him at all, especially at the age he had to call it quits. But here he was, sitting at the booth of a little small restaurant he adored with his dog laying on the ground. “Here you go Mister Riley” The waitress came over with a smile, he enjoyed her positive attitude. “And here you go Riley” She leans down to give his dog a plain hamburger. “Thank you, Alison” “You need anything else? I’m about to head out” Simon slightly tilted his head hearing the news. “So early? You work pretty late normally”

“I know right? But me and my friends have plans” Ali cleaned off her tables, moving the dirty dishes into buckets. “It’s okay, Jerry will take care of you” Simon rolled his eyes, Jerry. He fucked hated Jerry so much. He moved his mask that was sitting on top of his nose completely over his face. “Hmph. Hope ya have fun” Ali smiles as she started to head to the back of the restaurant. Simon sat peacefully as he looked into his coffee cup, the small skull slowly dissolving into the coffee.

The bell of the front door rung throughout the restaurant, Riley briefly opened her eye. Her gold sandals stepped past him as she walked up to the bar. Simon glanced at her briefly, his eyes gluing themselves to her backside. Her yellow tight dress made it hard for him not to stare not to mention her long braids that complimented her appearance. Simon tried not to look at her, he really did. He didn’t want to be perceived as a creep, but someone as bright as her it was hard not to look.

“Jerry, stop fucking playing with me” Her voice took him by surprise as she stared at the taller man. “You know what I want” “Then give me what I need.” The man shot back, his arms propped up on the counter. “Ten dollars” “Me and you both know a milkshake ain’t no fucking ten dollars” Her nails tapped on the counter as she stared at the man. He only gave her a sickly smile, leaning down to tower over her. “For you sweetheart? I’ll make an exception.”

“Don’t worry about it” Simon spoke up as he held his coffee cup. She turned her head to look at him, he could finally see her face. She was pretty cute looking, her eyes forming a confused look as she locked onto his. “I’ll pay for it.” Simon looked at Jerry, motioning his hand for Jerry to get away. “Just make the damn milkshake” She glanced at Jerry, shooting him a smirk. “What he said, thank you Jerebear”

Simon watched as she took a seat on the bar seat, staring at him. “Aren’t you a kind soul” She smiles as she walked over to his booth. “Change of heart?” “Just fuckin hate Jerry” Simon responded as he lifted up his mask to sip his coffee. “He was being a prick” “Hey, it’s what he gets paid to do” She glanced up at his mask, her head tilted as she took in his appearance. He was very muscular, the shirt he wore hugged his body all in the right ways. She smirked as she leaned onto her hand. “Ex military?” She questioned as she reached for a small straw on the table.

“Yeah…how’d you guess?”

“Dog tags on ya neck” She points to them with the straw, it made him cringe slightly. He should’ve fucking known, he wears his tags with him everywhere. “Let me guess, your code name was like, Skull. Or bones, no! Skullator” He chuckled at the few names she gave, it wouldn’t be lying if one wasn’t in consideration at the time. “Ghost, love” She leans in a bit on the table with her right leg over her right. She flashes him a smile, it nearly made him tense up. “Ghost, it fits you” Simon studied her carefully, his eyes fell to her chest. The golden necklaces littered her chest as he searched for anything for a sign of her name.

“Here’s your milkshake.” Jerry places the milkshake on the table in front of the black girl. “Thank you honey bunches. Now don’t make me tell Ali of your behavior to your customers” She flicks her hand to dismiss the main, her bracelets jiggling with it. He glanced at them and noticed the initial J. “You a friend of Alison’s?” Simon asked cautiously, he was still rather unsure how to continue to converse with her. She was gorgeous but he didn’t want to scare her away. “Mhm. Waiting for her so we can go hang”

Simon nodded, he paused slightly. “Wh-“ “Okay Jade! I’m ready!” Ali came bursting from the kitchen with her bookbag on her back. “I need to stop at your house to shower but…” Ali trailed off seeing Jade and Simon sitting at the booth together. “Finally, you take forever!” Jade picked up her milkshake. The straw slipped between her lips as she began to walk past Simon. However, she paused in front of him. Jade reached down to grab his dog tags, her yellow nail pushed against the plate as she read the name. “Simon. I like Ghost a bit better”

Simon’s eyes were locked onto her glossy lips as they formed a mischievous smile. “See you around, Ghost” She waves as she followed behind Ali out the door. Simon watched carefully as the two girls walked to a car with yet another girl in the drivers seat. He shifts in his seat slightly watching her get in the front seat. His hand went over his mouth as he dropped his head, looking down at Riley. “What the hell…” He mumbled. There’s no way he was feeling what he thought he was.

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“Lieutenant Simon, Ghost, Riley. Wow, look at those badges” Jade scrolls on her phone as she went through his social. “What do you know about him Ali?” “I know, that you should probably not get involved with him” Ali sighs, she couldn’t believe it. “This is why I hate when you guys come into my job!” “Why?” Tulip looked back in the visor, sporting a smirk on her face. “You hiding more eye candy from us?” “No!! He’s a customer!” “And so am I. He’s a sweet little thing, and he has a puppy. What’s the catch?” Jade turned around in her chair to look back at her.

“He got any kids? Bad family?”

“He’s…British?” Ali shrugs her shoulders. “Don’t think he has family. I remember him mentioning them being killed” “Yikes, Emotional trauma” Tulip comments as she turns onto a different street. “Did he go into detail?” Jade inquired, she was more so hyper focused on the many post on Simon’s now Instagram feed she ended up finding. “Oh look at his buddies!”

“Bitch, how did you even find his Instagram?”

“You’d be surprised. I mean, it’s practically linked to his Facebook” Ali could only shake her head, it was reasons such as this that made her hate when Jade and tulip showed up to her job. She didn’t know Simon too well, he could’ve been a silent weirdo to her knowledge. “Look, they’re all kinda hot” Tulip glanced carefully at the phone, licking her lips as she pointed at the screen. Her finger landed on the black man on the screen, he had on dark sunglasses and was holding a gun next to ghost.

“Him, he’s pretty cute lookin” Jade snatched her phone back to continue scrolling throughout his feed. “You snow bunny! I should’ve figured” Tulip cackled as they turned onto Jade’s street. “What? He’s hot. Technically I’m not a snow bunny, I’ve only like…” She paused as she parked in front of her house. “One guy! Fontaine!” Jade rolled her eyes as she opened the car door. “Don’t remind me. Get out, it’s time to get ready” Ali snickered at Jade’s sudden irritation, grabbing her back from beside her. “Your mom’s home?”

“Yeah, she’s watching Azizi for the day” Jade pulled out her keys to open the front door. Once the door pushed up, they were greeted with Shawna feeding Azizi within his high chair. “Oh hi girls!” Shawna smiled as she looked at them down the line. “What are you guys getting into today?” “The bar” Jade walked over to the two in the kitchen, kissing her nephew’s forehead. “And who’s gonna be the sober one?” Ali raises her hand as she and tulip made their way towards the steps.

“I don’t plan on drinking that much tonight. Plus I’m not gonna be the first one gone after three green tea shots” Jade flips her off making her giggle. “As long as you guys are safe! Jade, I left the outfit for you on the balancer” Jade grins as she walked away while waving at her mother. “Thank you! We’ll be back!!” The girls all went upstairs to Jade’s room, Ali threw her bag on her bed. “I’m gonna take a quick shower” “You know where the towels are” Jade was too busy looking at the outfit her mother had given her.

“Your mom is obsessed with leopard print” Tulip comments as she looked at the leopard printed shorts. “Legend has it that my mom was wearing these the night she met my dad” Jade looked at the mesh top before turning to look at Tulip. “You think I’m about to catch my husband tonight?” Tulip rolls her eyes while she walked over to Jade’s closet. “I hope not. We’re too young to retire so early” Jade could only snicker as she reached over to grab her lace bra to put on.

[r4fe-cam3ron]

♫ when you call, i’ll forgive & not fight

w; *i haven’t finished OBX — on season two*, slight ooc!jj for that reason!, mentions of arguing, r feels like jj is stringing them along, lower case intended, i also try not to use any pronouns but sometimes i do accidentally slip — be cautious! an; i want to start spreading more out for writing obx characters, so ill start with jj — slightly nervous but ill try my best 💔 also supercut reminds me of him and i don’t know why.

seeing kiara slightly angers you when she steps into the bathroom, eyes cutting over towards her before looking away quickly.

she says your name, desperate, pleading, and a small part of you is waiting to talk to her, listen to what she has to say.

but instead of doing that, you shake your head and walk past her and towards the doors that lead outside.

people are finally clearing the schools parking lot, a small breath releasing from your lips, thankful for just that. you knew you couldn’t wait another minute in the bathroom with the girl who you thought was your best friend and understood your feelings.

it’s strange how wrong you could be about someone.

the walk home isn’t to far from the school, luckily. though walking in the sweltering heat, it feels as if it was a longer walk than usual.

your sweating by the time you enter the trailer, quickly locking the door back and shutting the door behind yourself, pushing your hair back.

it’s quiet, void of any life at the moment. your mom taking extra shifts at the diner during the afternoon and then an job at the gas station during night just to make ends meet.

the lights are off, except for the ac that blasts cool air that has goosebumps pricking your skin slightly. making your way down the hallway, you’re quick to find some bikini bottoms and a top to match.

slipping on some shorts, you grab a bag from your closet and make your way into the bathroom to grab some sunscreen and a towel before making your way into the kitchen to grab anything else you may need.

laying out in the sun might help, then a long, long shower. your head peeks around the freezer when you hear the landline phone ringing. pursing your lips, you drop your bag onto the counter making your way towards the phone.

it might’ve been your mom anyway.

“i’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”

wrong. jj.

“yeah, well, take the hint, maybank.” he’s saying something you don’t even hear, hanging up before anything else is said.

screw him for stringing you along.

screw kiara for allowing it to happen.

they’re only upset because they got caught. grabbing the bag from the counter, you make your way towards the front door, slipping on the flip-flops that rest near the door.

the phone ringing again makes you pause at the door, eyes drifting back to where the phone sits. shaking your head, you step outside and slam the door behind yourself.

you don’t have to listen to him or his excuses.

laying out, your eyes close as the sun bares down on your face. hopefully this will help.

—

your teeth clench together as soon as the cold water hits your burnt skin. safe to say — it did not help.

your absolutely done for, tears forming in your eyes from just the slightest bit of touch. you didn’t even mean to fall asleep while outside, you’d just been so tired.

slipping on an oversized shirt was no fun either. sucking in a breath, you finish putting on some shorts before making your way towards the kitchen again, opening the freezer and pulling out the aloe, hoping it’ll soothe it more.

there’s a knocking at your door that has you frowning, eyes drifting back and forth between your — hopeful — soothing aloe and the door.

letting out a small huff, you make your way over and open the door. you frown when you see the last person you really didn’t want to see at the moment.

“go away, jj.” before you could shut the door all the way, he’s sticking his boot into the entry way, frowning at the redness with a small quirk at the corner of his lips.

“what, did you fall asleep out here?” you stay silent and he lets out a laugh, shaking his head. he pushes the door open and slips inside.

“jj, i don’t want—”

“i just want to help you put some of this on,” he grabs the cold aloe, shaking it a bit as he leans against the counter. “then i’ll get out of your hair.”

it would be hard reaching your back. “just that then you leave,” he nods and switches his hat around, the bill of the cap behind his head now. you shut the door and make your way over. “and no talking. i don’t feel like talking right now — especially to you.”

“no talking.” he repeats with a small nod.

once you stand in front of him, he opens the cap, glancing back up as your eyes close slowly. he smiles a bit, squeezing some out before smoothing it over your blistered cheeks.

you wince, almost pulling your head back, but he’s quick to hold the back of your head with his free hand. “sorry.” he mutters.

jj maybank could not not talk to save himself.

you remain still as his fingers continue to glide over your nose, counting the freckles that had darkened under the sun.

“i need to get your back.”

opening your eyes, you stare at him quietly before sighing as you nod. making you way over towards the worn couch, you sit cross-legged while jj plops down behind you.

with the pinky that hadn’t been drenched in the cold gel, he hooks it under the hem of the oversized shirt and pulls it up, careful and avoiding any burnt skin.

your hand grips the hem, holding it. a glop of aloe drops into his hand and, very gently, gets smeared over your back.

“it’s not what you thought, you know,” ten minutes, a record for jj maybank. “kiara and i.”

you want to stay silent, and you do, but only for a moment before finally speaking. “i don’t care anymore.”

his hands drag over your shoulders and your back straightens. “but you do care. or you wouldn’t be ignoring us.”

“well, maybe i’m ignoring you both because i wanted you to figure it out yourselves,” you shrug. “you can’t just tell someone you feel the same and then make them think something is going to happen between them,”

you stand, deciding the feel of jj’s hands was too much for you. dropping the shirt, the back immediately sticking to your skin, you grab the bottle that he’d placed on the floor.

“i think you should just go.”

“you can’t keep shutting me out and expecting everything to go the way you want it too,” he stands from the couch, following behind you. your jaw clenches. “or expect me to just go along with it so you can get your way.”

“it’s the right thing—”

“i love you!” you pause and gulp slightly. “and if you think i’m going to just give in and listen to you when you tell me to leave you alone, you’re wrong,”

slowly, hesitant, you turn and glance at him. he's staring at you with soft eyes and small frown with furrowed brows. you remember the first time seeing him make that face — first grade.

“i know they say if you love someone, to…to let them go or whatever they mean,” he waves his hand dismissively in the air. “or maybe it’s…” he stops and shakes his head.

“whatever,” he mutters to himself, stepping closer. “i can’t do that. i can’t let you go. if i don’t try to let you know how much i love you, it’ll eat at me until im dead,”

“what you saw, the other night, was nothing. i was telling kiara about you and what i wanted to say and you walked in right when i said—"

“…that you…” would never let anything happen. that what he felt was probably something he’d never feel again with someone. cheeks flushing, you shake your head and let out a scoff as you drop your head bashful. “oh my god. oh my— j, i’m so sorry. i didn’t…”

letting out a huff, your eyes cut up to him to see a small smile playing at his lips. “i’m sorry. i just always thought that, maybe, there was something between…” you trail off, pursing your lips.

“between kie and me?” he tilts his head. you nod. he steps a bit closer. “you thought wrong. i love kie,” he nods.

you glance up when you notice how much closer he is. his fingers brush yours that rest on the counter. “but not in the way that i love you,” he shakes his head. “plus, she has pope chasing after her.” he smirks.

you let out a small laugh, nodding. “i’m sorry.”

“you said that already,” his hand lifts and tucks some hair behind your ear that sticks to your skin. “there’s one thing you haven’t said though that i’ve said…about five times? maybe ten. who’s counting.”

“i counted,” you smile up at him. “it was three. you like to over exaggerate. but,” his thumb brushes along your heated skin.

“i love you.”

he smiles, catching your lips with his as gently as he could. his hands cradle your face, mindful of your burn. your hands move to cradle the back of his head, threading your fingers through his dusty blonde strands.

pulling away an inch, your eyes open for a moment to look at him, a small smile pulling at your lips.

“i love you.” you whisper against his lips.

“i love you. and your stubbornness.” before you could say anything, he’s surging forward again, connecting your lips once more.

mind melting, any comeback slips from your mind.

[tristanzaire]

Tristan blinks. Of course, he knows that street voices whisper, and that enemies have a way to feed those channels with any damaging rumor they can find. "I don't know who has sold you this idea — but it's not what I believe in." Beat. "Compassion is at the core of who we are, it's always been. You will never find me downplaying that."

In the short time that he's been leader, Zara isn't the first to ever ask questions. In fact, he would sooner suspect someone who doesn't have any — likely a hint that they they don't care enough. So, he's patient, and touches every point as though it's his first time he's ever thought of it.

It doesn't mean I'm blind to the fact that you can take from others to feed this 'family.'

"Billionaires," though he's calm, that word sounds like a bark, "take everything from the rest of us, every day of their lives. They accumulate more wealth than anyone would be able to spend in a thousand years. So yeah, I'll take their money to feed every family in this country if I can." He believes in true justice — in the leveling of rigged scales. Everyone should have enough, not too much or too little. "And you know what's fucked? Is that even if I did that, they wouldn't even notice."

Tristan watches her as she moves, though he stays in place. He's comfortable in his own home, and confident in his ideals. All there is to do is watch if Zara connects to them, too.

"My vision is a world where everyone gets treated fairly — and equally. Who wouldn't want to be a part of that vision?" At the top of his head, he can only assume his opposers to be the ones who would rather hoard, than share.

His head bows, then his gaze seeks to meet her eyes. "We would be stupid not to want you. But what matters is— ...Do you want in, Zara?" He bounces the question back, honest at its very core. Tristan could never rope someone into this, if they don't feel it in their hearts. "Knowing everything you know now, do you want to fight our fight? There is a place in our family for you. A chair at our table with your name on it." Beat. "Do you wanna change the world?"

Zara listens carefully, her posture poised and unyielding as Tristan speaks, her eyes sharp as she processes his words. When he finishes, she lets the silence stretch for a moment before responding, her voice calm but deliberate.

"You speak of family, of skill, of revolution," she begins, "but I can't help but wonder where all of that leaves the ones who aren't in the fold. The ones who, despite the 'family' you boast of, are still left on the outside—left to fend for themselves or pay the price for things they didn’t choose. A family doesn't just look after the ones in it; it builds something that includes those outside, too."

She steps forward slightly, her gaze unwavering. "You talk about compassion like it's a flaw—something that doesn't belong in this world you've built. But let me tell you this: without compassion, there's no revolution worth having. All the logistics in the world won't matter if you're building an empire on the backs of people who have nothing but fear and necessity driving them. If you don't understand that, Tristan, then you're already too far gone to see it."

Zara’s lips curl into a subtle, almost knowing smile. "As for how a 'gang' funds itself... I don't think I need you to spell it out for me. I already know. And yes, I asked about the money because I wanted to see if that was the bait you used to lure people in—if you were just like the rest of them, offering quick cash to get bodies in line. But it's clear that you're not. You're more thoughtful than that."

Her eyes lock onto his, calculating. "But even though you're not trying to buy loyalty, Tristan, that doesn't mean I don't still have questions. It doesn't mean I'm blind to the fact that you can take from others to feed this 'family.' And that's where my real concern lies—not the cash, but the cost to those who aren't part of your vision."

She stands taller, voice steady and firm. "So, you want me in? You have to know—I'm in for the change. Not for the power, not for the profit. You don’t get to take one without the other."