#That sound you can hear is the sound of my heart breaking

[cybrasigilism]

Could I request a nsfw fic of soft dom thanos x reader reassuring them because they feel shy during intimacy? (I’m such a sucker for soft doms☹️) btw I love love your work ur one of my favorite writers :3

aww i’m so honoured! thank you so much for the love ��

Judge Judy (Thanos/Player 230 X Reader)

warning: smut (omg someone sound the alarm bells) | not proofread | lowercase intended | ooc thanos? (writing him a lot softer than i think he would be) | protection not specified (don’t rely on the pullout method pulease) | praise | soft dom!thanos | reader has female genitalia | PiV

character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: it lowkey felt strange to write thanos super soft n’ sweet? i can get behind a gentler version of him, don’t get me wrong! and thank you so much again for your kind words :) hoping i did your request justice! (+ the title of the fic is taken from a Tyler, the Creator song title, please check it out Judge Judy is really good)

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

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you were beyond ashamed of yourself.

here was your boyfriend, putting down his all for you, and you still couldn’t escape your mousey state, still hiding away as much as possible in that shell of yours. even as he had his hand between your thighs, working absolute magic, you couldn’t muster up a moan. you were absolutely horrified of making any noise. sure there was the occasional gasp for air and slight moan but you held back as much as possible; gripping the sheets, biting your lip, anything to stop that voice of yours coming out. you almost slipped up when he started kissing your neck, leaving hickeys anywhere he spent a particularly long time on.

it got to a point where enough was enough for thanos.

he was desperate to hear you, he wanted so badly to draw moans and whines from your lips, but you were positively petrified. before he moved forward to the actual sex part of the ordeal, he pulled away, now looming over you as you laid there, wide eyed and just so quiet.

“what’s the matter, baby?” he asked, looking you up and down. you exhaled sharply, looking away in shame. “i’m sorry, i’m just..nervous, that’s all.” he cocked his head to the side, eyebrows crinkling upwards in a look of concern. “nervous? for what? we’ve done this before..” he had every right to be confused, you knew that. if you could get naked in front of him, why was your voice where you drew the line? “was it something i did?” he wondered, and you felt your heart break into a million pieces.

“no! god no, i just..” you started, feeling your shoulders tense as you found yourself scavenging for words that should have come all too easily to you. “i don’t want to be obnoxious..?” the look of concern on thanos’s face slowly let a smile creep through and he chuckled a bit, you felt your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. “don’t laugh!” you cry out, covering your face. “i’m sorry! i’m sorry, i just wasn’t expecting that, that’s all.” he explained, calming down. he grabbed your hands, moving them down from your face, able to make eye contact once more.

“be obnoxious all you like,” he started, his gaze had become softer than you’d seen it before, “you don’t understand how badly i need to hear you.” you gulped, grasping his hands in return. “i don’t…i don’t think i know how…” you felt your eyes shift again, you didn’t know how? he took your chin to redirect your line of sight once again. “if that’s all it is, i can help you.” he assured, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease. “just follow my lead, okay sweetheart?” you nodded, leaning forward to initiate a kiss, to which thanos happily accepted.

this time, you weren’t gonna hold back. you were terrified, sure. but you were not gonna hold back.

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and hold back you did not. fuck, you didn’t even know you were capable of such sounds. from the moment he thrusted into you, you were more vocal than either of you knew possible. thanos was certainly not disappointed, he had gotten more vocal in response too. you know he had told you to follow his lead, but now it seemed you had taken the role of leader.

“there ya’ go, that’s my girl.” he praised as he bottomed out once again in your tight cunt, maintaining a steady pace as he pumped in and out of you. you couldn’t imagine forming words at this point, he consumed all your thoughts, ridding you of the ability to form intelligible dialogue. “god, you have such pretty moans, fuck.”

his relentless praise caused you to clench around his cock, which made him make sluttier sounds than you, which was currently saying a lot. with your newfound voice, an endless cycle of pure ecstasy laid ahead, and it was better than any drug in that cross that thanos wore.

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apologies that this one is shorter than the others, but i felt it was best short and sweet! thanks for reading and for the recommendation! as always, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested!

have a good rest of your day/night lovelies!💋

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[insidekatmind]

Guard~ Hwang Jun-ho

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

You were taken to a mysterious place, where the games of your childhood came back to haunt you in a deadly way. The rules were simple: win or die. If you broke a rule, you weren't just eliminated. You were killed.

Shot to death for a simple childish game.

But the prize was tempting: 6 billion won. An amount that drove 456 desperate people, including you, to risk everything.

This place is called The Squid Games.

Around you, men with black masks that hide their faces. The masks have different symbols: the squares are the Managers, those who command; the triangles are the Soldiers, armed with guns always ready; and the circles are the simple workers, who never speak unless ordered to do so.

At first, you didn't know who they really were, but there was a man among them, watching you. Silent, attentive.

His name is Jun-ho.

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Jun-ho was not like the others. Behind the Manager mask, he hid a secret: he was looking for his brother, In-ho, the winner of the 28th edition of the games, who disappeared without a trace. To find answers, Jun-ho had infiltrated the workers, assuming the identity of one of them.

And then he met you.

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The second game was to cut out a perfect shape from a piece of caramelized sugar. If you broke the shape, you were eliminated on the spot.

Sitting on the ground, you clutched your small umbrella in your shaking hands. You knew it was the most difficult shape to cut out. The screams of those who failed filled the air, followed by the dry sound of gunshots.

You concentrate, breathing hard, sweat dripping down your forehead. Finally, with one last precise movement, the umbrella shape comes off without breaking.

You smile, relieved. You get up and approach a Manager to show off your work. He slowly turns to you. Under the square mask, Jun-ho’s eyes soften for a moment, almost imperceptibly.

“Done,” you say softly, a hint of pride in your voice.

He nods. “Good job.”

From that moment, something changes

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After the brutal test of Tug of War, you are in the bathroom, in front of the mirror, cleaning a cut on your face. During the game, another participant accidentally scratched you with his nail as you struggled not to fall.

You are rubbing the wound with a piece of cloth, when the bathroom door slowly opens.

A man in a square mask enters, looking around before closing the door behind him. Your heart pounds in your chest.

“Rough game, hm?” he says softly, his voice recognizable despite the hushed tone.

you sigh as you dry yourself "no, do you think so?" you say sarcastically

"Hm, I have a feeling you'd be sarcastic," he says under his mask, leaning against the bathroom wall.

"it's the only thing I have left," you mutter tiredly. Under his mask, Junho's eyes softened as he listened to your words. Seeing you so clearly struggling and exhausted from the games was a hard sight to behold. He was silent for a moment before answering softly, "Don't say that."

You turn to look at him. "But it's the truth. In these games, you risk your life, it's easy to talk for you."

"I risk my life too, you know, doll." He retorts, and the nickname slips off his tongue before he can even register what he said. He paused for a second, before answering softly, "Believe me, it's not easy at all."

you look at him in disbelief, not believing him. "and let's hear what you're risking? you're a guard"

He laughs at your response and shakes his head slightly under his mask. He pushes himself away from the wall, taking a step towards you as he answers in a low voice,

"And if you think that being a guard is just fun and games, you're wrong. Do you have any idea what we've been ordered to do?"

you look at him carefully "kill people? well I notice that you do it with great pleasure" you blurt

He lets out a soft sigh under his mask, almost rolling his eyes at your words. He continues to walk towards you, until he's right in front of you, with his back to the wall. As he looks down at you, his voice drops: "You don't know how things really are. Do you think it's a choice? No, it's an order. We were told to do it. Not that you'd understand that, right?"

"He is only one, there are many more of you, the story of not having a choice doesn't hold up" you huff

He let out a soft sigh as you continued to argue with him. Then he leaned even closer, his body practically against yours as he looked down at you. The black mask on his face hid the slight frown on his lips. "Do you think the guards don't have to obey? Do you think we have the choice to stop or not follow orders? Do you think we have the choice to say no?" He asks firmly, a hint of irritation in his voice.

"I repeat, he is only one and there are many more of you" you move closer to him leaving no space. He lets out a small, bitter laugh under his mask as you enter his space.

He couldn't deny the fact that you were stubborn, and annoying. He stood there for a moment, still looking down at you as he held his body against yours. Then he answered in a low voice, "Are you always this stubborn?"

"I'm usually quiet but this place drives me crazy" you mutter looking at him. He lets out another soft sigh, shaking his head slightly under his mask.

After a moment, he lifts a hand to your head and gently moves a lock of hair from your face. He pauses, before saying in a more calm tone than before: "Yeah, I don't blame you. This place does the same to me too".

You lean into his touch feeling a sweet caress after a long time. He feels you leaning into his touch, that you're almost melting completely. His fingers continued to gently brush your hair, before moving to gently cup your face. He let out a silent sigh as his thumb carefully brushed your cheek.

You sigh softly and lean into him more. "It feels so good to be caressed after so long".

He can’t help but frown under his mask when he feels you lean into him. He slowly moves his other hand to grasp your waist, as he carefully guides you forward to rest against his chest.

He wraps his arms around you gently, holding your body against his, and his hands draw gentle circles on your back. His eyes wander once more to the cut on your face as he says softly, “Doll, why didn’t you clean yourself up properly? You even have a cut on your face.”

You sigh softly and hug him, “Who cares, I’ll have more,” you whisper tiredly. He feels you gently wrap your arms around him, causing his to tighten around you. He sighs softly under his mask when you mention the possibility of him having more injuries. “I don’t want you to get any more. Especially while you’re here in the arena.” He responds by gently holding the back of your head against his shoulder.

You hum in response and let yourself go to the feel of his arms around your body. He stays silent as he listens to you hum softly, letting his mind focus on the feel of you against him.

He held you tightly to his body, not wanting to let go so soon.

The feeling of having you in his arms was something he didn’t want to give up so quickly. He liked the way you leaned into him, the way you let him hold you, even though we were in the bathroom.

His arms still held you against his chest, his chin resting on your head. He could faintly smell your shampoo, a pleasant smell that made him tighten his arms around you slightly.

He was silent for a moment, before saying softly, “You know I’m going to be in trouble if anyone catches us like this.”

You nodded weakly into his arm again. “Do you want me to let go?” You whispered, hoping he’d say no.

Feeling your body nod against his, he let out a soft sigh as he rolled his eyes under his mask. He pulled you a little closer, not letting go even a little. “If I told you I wanted you to move, would you?” he murmurs softly as he rubs your back.

"well i would struggle but yes" you whisper again into his arms. When he hears you answer, he lets out a soft hum, clearly not satisfied with your answer. He pushes you back, until you are pinned against the wall, your body still in his arms. He freezes you in place as he bends down to your height, his mask right next to your ear. "Doll, are you sure you really want to leave? You look reluctant." He murmurs softly.

"no i don't" you whisper as you hold him close. He lets out a soft smirk when he hears your words, a victorious smile beneath his mask. "That's what i thought. You're not really willing to leave, huh?" He runs his hands up your sides, his fingers delicately tracing your curves. He had you pinned to the wall, not letting you move even a little.

The feel of your body against his, the way you leaned into him made his face heat up. He leaned down, lowering his mask slightly to your neck and feeling his warm breath on your skin. He murmured softly, "Tell me, doll. Do you know how hard it is for me to stay calm when I'm with you?"

you look at him softly, "can you take off your mask?" The request takes him a little by surprise, but he quickly regains his composure. He looks at you from under the mask, considering your words. After a moment, he slowly raises his hands and removes the mask that covers his face. He places the mask on one of the nearby sinks, before looking back at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. His hair was falling delicately over his forehead, giving him a slightly disheveled look.

You smile softly and caress his cheek. "You're so beautiful," you whisper softly. When he feels your hand gently caress his cheek, his face reddens from the unexpected compliment. He looks at you and sees a soft smile on your lips, and it makes his heart beat faster. He responds softly, his voice a little softer than before, "Do you really think so?"

You smile softly and nod. He swallows slightly, his face still red as you nod in agreement. sign of confirmation. "Doll, you shouldn't say things so suddenly. You'll make me act even more out of place than I already have." He murmurs softly as he moves his head to lean into your touch.

"do it," you whisper. When he hears such direct words from you, he lets out a sigh of relief.

He then grabs your wrists, pinning you against the wall again; this time both wrists are in his grip. “You’re only making it worse for yourself, doll. You really shouldn’t say things like that.” He says in a low, slightly warning tone.

He leaned in closer, his body pressed against yours, your wrists still in his grip. He looked at you intently, his expression a little serious, but with a slight hint of something else. “Let me ask you this, doll. Do you want me to go further?”

You look at him and nod quickly. He’s slightly surprised when you nod quickly in response. He smirks slightly as he looks up at you and studies your face carefully. “You’re so quick to say that, doll. I wonder if you’ll regret it later.”

He leans in even further, pinning your wrists against the wall above your head. Then he moves closer to your neck, his breath warm on your skin as he murmurs softly. “But I won’t stop.”

His lips soon move to your neck, gently planting kisses on your sensitive skin. He moved slower, savoring the feeling of having you in his arms. He continues to hold your wrists still, preventing you from moving, while his other hand slowly slides down your body. You moan and cling to him.

When he hears your moan, he makes a soft hum against your neck. He slowly feels you grab him, as if you want to pull him closer, as if you want his body against yours. He gently bites your skin, trailing kisses along your neck with his lips, until he reaches your ear. He whispers in a low, warm tone, "You're mine, doll. Just remember that." You nod in response.

He lets out another soft hum as he feels your head nod against his body. He feels you pressing yourself more and more against him, as if you were submitting completely to his touch. He slowly lets his hands wander over your body, his touch firm against your curves. He murmurs in a low, possessive tone against your ear, “Be a good doll and hold still for me, okay?” You nod again in response.

When he says these words, he feels your body tremble slightly, as he slowly caresses your hips with his hands. His touch on your skin is gentle yet firm, as if he’s making sure to memorize every inch of you. He begins to slide his hands gently down your body, his fingers tracing your curves until they reach your face. He looks down at you, meeting your eyes. “You look so beautiful like this, doll.”

He raises his hand and gently runs his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and tender on your skin. His dark eyes scan your features, carefully studying every detail of your face: from your lips to your cheeks, to the slight cut on your face. He looks down at you for a few seconds before murmuring softly, "You look so fragile like this. You're mine, and tonight I'll remind you of that." Hearing those words, you moan in response.

He lets out a small smirk in response to the sound of your moan. His hands slowly slide to your hips, gripping you gently as he pulls you closer to his body. He murmurs in a low, firm tone, "You make it harder for me to hold back, doll."

He leans back slightly and his eyes travel back up your body, pinned to the wall. He looks down at you, his expression a little serious, but revealing something else. “You know, honey, I’m going to make sure you’re completely mine before the night is out.” You whimper in response.

He slowly leans forward again, pinning you to his body. He looks at you intently, his eyes locking with yours. Then he slowly murmurs against your ear, his voice low and seductive, "You know I won't be gentle, doll. I'm going to have you all to myself tonight." You moan softly, getting excited at his words,

He feels your moan against his body and it makes his body heat up. He slowly lowers his hands, grabbing your thighs and lifting you up quickly, your legs wrapping around his waist. He pins you more firmly against the wall, making sure you're locked in place.

He feels your body shaking against his, your arms wrapping around his neck as you hold on tight. He watches you as you're against the wall, his eyes locked on your face. He studies your expression for a few seconds before letting out a small smirk. "Doll, you really don't know how hard you make it for me to control myself."

You look at him longingly and kiss him. He’s a little surprised when you suddenly kiss him, not expecting such a bold move from you. He kisses you quickly, his lips moving against yours in a firm but somehow gentle way. He slowly moves his hands up, grabbing your wrists as he pins your body to the wall again, now holding both of your wrists in his grip.

His lips move against yours, his kiss slowly becoming more intense as he pins your body to his. He continues to hold your wrists with one hand, not letting you escape his touch. After a moment he pulls away and looks at you, your face red and slightly breathless from the kiss. “Baby, you make it hard to hold back.” He says softly, his eyes roaming over your face.

“I need you,” you murmur longingly. He lets out a soft sigh when he hears those words come out of your mouth. He looks at you intently, his eyes meeting yours. He sees the desire on your face, and he’s both surprised and excited by it. Then he responds softly, his voice almost whispering, “Do you want me that bad, doll?”

“Yes please,” you murmur in response. He lets out a soft hum as he looks up at you and notices the pleading look on your face. His expression softens slightly, a hint of possession in his eyes. “Beg all you want, doll. I won’t be gentle. Tonight I’m going to have you all to myself.” You groan in anticipation.

He quickly turns around and walks with you in his arms, still holding you tightly in his grip. Then he places you on the nearest bed, positioning you right in the middle. Then he looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your body. He grabs your thighs and pulls you towards him, moving you over the sink

He places himself between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He looks down at you, a small smirk on his lips. Then he slowly runs his hand up your leg, his touch almost reverent. “You look so beautiful like this, doll. All mine, just for me.” You moan in response.

He quickly begins to undo your shirt, his fingers working deftly, fast and precise. Your shirt soon opens, exposing your skin to his gaze. Then he looks down at you, his gaze slowly wandering over your body. His expression is a little hungry as he looks at you, his eyes slowly darkening. “Doll, you look so beautiful. You have no idea how hard it is for me to control myself with you like this.”

He moves his hands down, gently touching your skin as his fingers begin to explore every inch of your body. It’s not gentle; his touch is firm and somewhat possessive. He slowly moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours as he leans down. His lips are right next to your ear and he murmurs softly, “You feel so good under my touch, doll. I want you so bad right now.”

You whimper at his touch wanting more and you cling to him. Jun-ho removes his clothes and rubs his hardness against your entrance and then enters you making you moan loudly. He starts to move against you harder and harder, he was true to his word. He wasn’t gentle at all. His hips move at a slow but steady pace, each thrust is hard and deep.

With each thrust you moan loudly as you cling to him. He watches you intently, his eyes locked on your face as he notices the look of pleasure on your face. “You feel so good, doll. It’s like you were made for me this beautiful pussy” he moans thrusting even harder.

He can feel you trembling under his touch, your body responding in ways that only make him wilder. He moves closer to you, his body flush against yours as he continues to move against you. His mouth moves down to your neck, where he gently sucks your skin, leaving little marks in his wake. “You’re mine, baby. I’m the only one who can see you like this. You’re mine and mine alone.”

He picks you up and fucks you in his arms, hitting you deeper and deeper. "this pussy is so tight" he grunts, fucking you harder and you scream.

"I'm close" you murmur, moaning and Jun-ho smiles and pushes his hips even more brutally. "cum for me doll" he murmurs and you come hearing his words.

Jun-ho smiles and pushes himself even more brutally and then cums inside you. You screamed from the mixture of pain and pleasure. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and he smiles. "You're mine, there's no escape now" he whispers in your ear.

[sinofwriting]

Call - Charles Leclerc (DARK FIC)

Words: 685 Summary: It’s just a few days after Singapore and she has a call she really needs to make. (part of Claiming A Wife - Charles verse) Note(s): DARK fic, the first part is dark, so inherently this part is as well though this pretty much just fluff.

Part One | Part Two (NSFW)

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Her stomach is in knots, her top teeth lightly moving against the skin of her knuckle as she stares at her phone.

She hadn’t talked to her family properly in months. Nothing uncommon with them. It was always the holidays where they saw each other on purpose and reunited. Texts were more than enough to keep up with each other. But she still called her parents and grandma every few months, just a brief check in and to hear their voices, to hear the reminder of her childhood.

She hasn’t heard that sound since the day before Charles claimed her.

Her heart no longer aches when she thinks of it, thinks of him. Not since Spain and especially not since Monza.

She needs to call them. Needs to tell them news before someone else does. And really it’s fortunate that all of her family either are too old to be on social media, hate it, or are too young to be on it. She should have called them after Spain, in August during the summer break, before Monza, directly after Monza. But now it’s the last break before the last six races of the year and she’s running out of time before she just ends up surprising them by bringing Charles to Christmas with no warning.

“What has you like this?”

She doesn’t even startle at the sound of Charles' voice, the way his arms immediately wrap around her. “I need to call my parents, tell them.”

“You are worried that they won’t take it well?”

A huff of laughter escapes her. “That is a way to put it.”

“Explain it to me.”

Her head drops back against his shoulder. “I’ve never shown my interest in dating to my family. I’ve never brought anyone home or mentioned anyone. It’s been a bit of a joke since I was seventeen that I was never going to marry, never going to have kids. And now,” She sighs, leaning further into him. “I have you. And telling my family that I’m married to someone they’ve never even heard of or met is going to be an even larger pill for them to swallow.”

Charles hums, breath tickling the skin of her neck. “It will be a surprise, but I doubt there will be much anger, perhaps some hurt, but there is nothing you can do about that, mon ange. They will feel what they must feel. And perhaps it won’t be so shocking to them that you got married out of nowhere to someone they’ve never heard of if you truly have never talked about dating with them.”

“They are going to get angry. I kept it for so long.”

His arms tighten at the slight whine in her voice. “I will more than take responsibility for that. You can tell them that it is my fault, Ferrari’s fault, the FIA’s fault. It can be on me.”

“It is on you.” She pouts. “I should be attending races wearing a Williams shirt in their garage glaring at Vowles and instead you have me raising the blood pressure of your team principal.”

“Red suits you much better and Fred needs to be kept on his toes. He forgets certain things and you can be a fantastic reminder.”

She sighs. “I miss being a lowly intern.”

Charles makes a noise of protest at her words, but before he can say anything, she has heard far too much from him about what exactly he thought of her as an intern, she turns in his hold, pressing their lips together and she moves to straddle him.

“This is unfair.” He tells her when she pulls away, but the look on his face is as if he’s looking at something worth more than life.

“I know.” She smiles, brushing their lips together, erasing that look from his face before she bursts at the seams from it. “Hold me while I call?”

His hands that had been resting on her thighs move up to her waist, giving her a squeeze before his arms wrap around her middle. “I won’t let go for a second.”

[sammywr1tes]

picking the lighter option

和 ー you give your best friend a makeover. he falls in love with you a little more.

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字 bsf!idol!han と crush!gn!reader 《w.c・0.6k》

DRABBLE, humour, fluff, makeovers, 3rd person perspective. ft. hyunjin and felix

sammy note ★彡 - my best friend suggested i write a random hair dying crack fic, but in true me style it ended up involving pining too. good times. also i’m trying out a new layout thing!! kinda exciting. as usual, requests are always welcome and if you’d like to be added to my taglist then please send in an ask/comment. for more fics, check out my masterlist, and for commissions take a look at my ko-fi :)

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“y/n, i don’t think this is a good idea” jisung says, watching your reflection in the mirror. you’re standing over him, wielding a dye brush between your gloved fingers. your other hand holds a normal hairbrush, combing through the knots in his hair. “the stylists will hate me if you screw this up. ”

“trust me, sung, i know how to do this.” you give him a grin through the mirror that only amplifies the fight-or-flight response his brain provides. he shivers a little as you spread the cold dye over his hair, feeling it sticking to his scalp. your steady hand guides the dye down to the ends of his hair, making sure the colour coats the locks thoroughly.

jisung watches the mirror as you work. your hand that isn’t holding the brush moves his hair to paint the layers closer to his scalp. he’s easily distracted by your fingers smoothing his hair out, running through his hair to check for knots, and the sound of the brush’s rough hairs sweeping against his own soft locks.

the mirror lures him away with a reflection of your concentrated expression, pink lower lip tucked between your teeth. your eyes are focused on the movement of the brush, making sure to not miss a strand.

after a short while, you finally put the brush down with a soft sigh.

“okay, you have to keep it in for half an hour before you wash it out. “

he nods, taking in his own reflection in the mirror. the dye sticks his hair to his scalp, making him look like an alien. he chuckles a little, picking up his phone for a silly mirror selfie. the two of you pass half an hour debating if you can dye body hair a different colour with hair dye or not.

afterwards, jisung shoos you out of the bathroom to wash the dye out, then lets you blow-dry his hair. “you should run a salon. you’re very good at hairdressing” he comments offhandedly, feeling the hot gusts of the blow-dryer over his face, warming his skin. you laugh at his words. the soft sound warms the mush under his skin.

when jisung’s hair isn’t damp anymore, you comb through it, leaning over him, close enough that he can feel the warmth of your skin beckoning him towards it. finally, you let him see your self-proclaimed masterpiece, pushing him to sit in front of the mirror.

at first, he can’t find words to say. he stares at his reflection, taking in the sea-foam coloured strands framing his face. you suck your lower lip between your teeth, watching his expression nervously.

“do you not like it?”

“i love it.” he whispers, a hand slowly rising to run through the locks.

you grin. “you look like an underwater deity.”

he chuckles softly, giving you a smile through the mirror, reaching back to take your hand gently. “thank you for making me into one,” he jokes, catching your eye in the mirror. for a moment, neither of you look away, but you break eye contact when you hear the excited knocks of felix and hyunjin on the other side of the door.

“is it done? does it look good?” “can we see, jisungie?”

you roll your eyes and move to open the door for them. jisung’s eyes follow you, then glance towards the mirror again, taking in his appearance once more. he looks completely different to his usual self, but he can’t help but like it, thinking about how you complimented him. his heart warms.

maybe the underwater deity in the mirror will have the confidence to ask you out, sooner than later.

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V's All That

Chapter 4 || The Movie

➥ Summary: Jayce Talis, the school's golden boy and a guaranteed pick for Prom King, seems to have it all—looks, charm, and popularity. However, when Kino presents him with the opportunity to win back Mel, his ex-girlfriend and the one who got away, Jayce jumps at the chance. The challenge? To transform Viktor, a snarky outcast who is as far from popular as possible, into Prom King instead. Jayce takes the bait, but he may have taken on more than he can handle. ➥ Word Count: 4.4k ➥ Pairing: Jayce Talis x Viktor || Arcane

🧡 beta'd by @spxllcxstxr 🩷 art by @wapimostosis 🧡 available on ao3

<- part 3.

“...Hello?”

“Hey! How’s it going?”

“Jayce? How’d you get my number?” Viktor’s voice was a mix of surprise and irritation as he spoke through the telephone, voice crackling from the poor connection. In the background, Jayce could hear the low murmur of a television.

“Sky gave it to me. I tried looking you up in the phonebook, then realized I don’t know your last name.” Jayce’s voice was light, a smile spreading across his face as he twirled around the cord of his landline phone between his fingers. He was sprawled across the mess of pillows at the head of his bed, the warm glow of his bedside lamp illuminating him.

“Weirdo. You do know you could have just asked for it from me, right?” Viktor hummed as he held the receiver tighter to his ear and leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes. 

The week had raced by; Tuesday night’s D&D session was a forgotten blur, and the weekend loomed ahead as Friday slipped into the night—the moon bright in the sky.

An entire week of Jayce relentlessly weaving his way into the fabric of Viktor’s life, seizing every opportunity that came his way—the short drive to school in the mornings that he graciously offered, the casual wave and smile exchanged in the busy halls, or the sneaky notes passed during class. Viktor wanted to be angry about it, to look the other way and crumple the notes without a reply, but his curiosity sparked brighter every time Jayce prodded at him. He turned a blind eye to the question lingering in the back of his mind: What was Jayce wanting out of this?

“Yeah, well,” Jayce’s voice broke through Viktor’s thoughts, “You’re scary.”

Viktor couldn’t help but laugh, and it sent a thrill through Jayce as his stomach swirled. A feeling he’d grown familiar with since he’d met him.

“You do realize how late it is, right?” Viktor murmured, a hint of playfulness on his tongue.

“You don’t like late-night chats?” Jayce teased, gaze fixed upwards at the ceiling. Zoned out, listening to every sound that came from the other end of the line.

“Unlike you, I don’t have a telephone in my bedroom. I’m standing in my kitchen, and it’s very cold. I’d rather be in bed.” Viktor spoke sternly, but his voice was tinged with amusement. His eyes flickered to the digital clock displayed on the stove, and the red numbers glared back at him, a reminder that it was well past midnight.

“How’d you know I’m in my room?” 

Viktor chuckled, “Lucky guess. Goodnight, Jayce.”

The dial tone hit Jayce’s ear before he had the chance to utter his own goodbye, left holding the buzzing receiver as he wore a toothy grin. “Night,” he murmured, exhaling a shaky breath as he rolled over and hung up the phone. All that effort for a thirty-second call, and even with the short amount of time he was given—he was giddy. Smiling to himself, he turned off his lamp and buried his face into the pillow. The only light illuminating him was the cool tones of the moon that poured through the open curtains.

Viktor, on the other hand, well, he couldn’t catch a break. Not even over the weekend. He stood in the kitchen leaning against the wall with his hand clutched over his t-shirt, eyes staring out the open window above the kitchen sink. He hated it—how his heart hammered so hard in his chest that he felt faint. All from what? 

A phone call from Jayce? 

He needed to pull himself together, take a step back, and reevaluate a week that had been unlike any other in his four years of high school. He was beginning to receive strange looks in the hall and sneers from those who questioned why Jayce, of all people, wanted his attention.

As he tossed and turned in bed, all he could think about was Jayce and that goddamn smile that melted his heart. The gap between his front teeth, his hazel eyes that crinkled at the corners when he laughed too hard—normal things that he really shouldn’t have been noticing, but they were etched into his mind.

Perhaps the rest of the weekend would provide respite and the opportunity to think over everything. Though, that wasn’t in the cards, and he knew it.

When Saturday rolled around, Jayce woke up knowing that he had to keep up his persistence; he couldn’t let the weekend go by without seeing Viktor. It was all for the bet, of course. The sooner he befriended him, the more time he would have to help him climb the social ladder and the easier it would be to make him Prom King.

He reminded himself of this as he stood on Viktor’s doorstep, uninvited, with the sun high in the sky, warming the exposed skin of his biceps. It was past noon, and when he knocked on the door, he was surprised to receive no response.

His eyes shifted to the driveway, where a vehicle was parked, and he huffed in frustration. Taking a step back, he looked over the home—this was the right address.

Once more, he knocked on the door firmly until it opened hastily. “Yes, yes, what is it?” a voice drawled. An unfamiliar man stood in the doorway—his tired eyes, sunken cheeks, bald head, and glasses perched low on his hooked nose, giving him a weary appearance. “Oh, can I help you?”

Jayce’s eyes widened as he looked at the man, straightening up and considering the high likelihood that this person was Viktor’s father. This was it; he needed to make a good impression.

He nodded and cleared his throat while a casual smile spread across his lips. “Is Viktor here? I’m Jayce Talis, a friend of his from school. Are you…”

“Dr. Reveck,” the man replied, a small, knowing smile growing on his lips as he looked Jayce up and down, assessing this unfamiliar stranger. “Hm. Nice to meet you, Jayce.”

Dr. Reveck opened the door wider, stepping aside to invite him into the rather beautiful home. It felt a bit sad and empty, lacking colour and decoration, but nonetheless, it was well-maintained and lovely. Surprising, especially for this part of town, Jayce thought.

“You too. You’ve got a nice home. Really nice,” Jayce said with ease, his eyes flickering around as he walked further into the foyer. “Is it a bad time?” His hazel eyes shifted to the car keys in the man’s hands, noticing he was about to leave.

“Actually, I was just on my way out. Viktor is upstairs, second door on the right,” the doctor said with that same small, eerie smile on his lips as he motioned toward the stairs, urging Jayce to go.

“Oh, well, I don’t need to go all the way up there. I don’t want to intrude; he technically didn’t invite—”

“I’m sorry, but I am really in a rush. It was nice to meet you, Jayce.”

“Wait—” Jayce began, but the door was promptly shut in his face. He stared blankly at the back of the white door, caught in a situation where he felt he was intruding too much for his own good. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured under his breath as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked up the stairs, debating whether to leave or make his way up.

Ultimately, Jayce decided on the latter. If Dr. Reveck let him in, then maybe Viktor was expecting him. Maybe.

The stairs creaked beneath his feet as he slowly ascended them, his eyes glancing over the few pictures hung on the wall. One in particular caught his attention, prompting him to stop in his tracks. It was an older photo framed in dark mahogany wood—Dr. Reveck, Viktor, and a young girl with bright hair and eyes. Viktor, leaning on a cane, looked slightly out of place but still appeared happy.

Where was his mother?

Jayce pulled his gaze away and continued up the stairs, his curious eyes scanning his surroundings as he reached the second floor. He turned the corner, his gaze settling on the door Dr. Reveck had instructed him to go to, and suddenly, his stomach twisted. This felt wrong. He imagined Viktor kicking him out, accusing him of being a stalker for showing up unannounced. 

Despite his doubts, he pressed on, unable to hold himself back. He walked down the empty hallway, cringing as the floorboards creaked beneath him—lips parting to call out for Viktor to break the heavy silence that weighed him down.

Then, Viktor slowly emerged from his bedroom, half-asleep, his brown hair wild and sticking out in every direction. He rubbed his eyes to shake off the sleep and turned down the hall toward Jayce, who wore a horrified expression as if he had just been caught in the act of murder.

“Hey—” He attempted awkwardly, crinkling his nose.

“What the hell!” Viktor exclaimed, dropping his hands and jumping back, his eyes wide as they landed on Jayce. He nearly stumbled without his cane but managed to steady himself. He was used to slow and steady movements at home—not being jump-scared by classmates. Clutching his oversized shirt, several sizes too big for him, he looked Jayce up and down. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

Jayce took a step back, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He raised his hands in front of him as if to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry! I didn’t realize you were asleep!”

Neither of them could catch a break.

“Did you break in?”

“What? No—” Jayce exclaimed, his eyes widening. “Your dad let me in.”

“Fucking hell,” Viktor sighed dramatically. His arms relaxed at his sides as he closed his eyes for a moment to steady his racing heart. “Sorry, that was accusatory. I just… fuck.” He looked back at Jayce, frowning. “You can’t just show up at people’s houses uninvited. Why are you here?”

“Well,” Jayce said, popping his lips together as he reached into his front pocket to pull out two small slips of paper, “I was going to see if you wanted to watch a movie with me this afternoon. Then, your dad—”

“Not my dad.”

“Oh, okay. Well, whoever he is, he invited me in and told me I could come to your room, so I figured you were awake. If it were up to me, I would’ve waited downstairs.” Jayce explained, praying Viktor wouldn’t kick him out. “I’m sorry.”

Viktor’s right hand reached out, steadying himself against the wall. He wanted to kick Jayce out and yell at him for disturbing him and never to show his face again, hoping to leave behind whatever was happening between them. But that’s not what he really wanted. 

Even after being terrified to near death, he couldn’t blame Jayce. Dr. Reveck was far too lost in his own mind to make sound judgments, so if anyone needed to be blamed, it would be him. Leave it up to him to invite strangers into their home.

Viktor was grasping for any small reason to keep Jayce around.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. I just… wasn’t expecting anyone,” He murmured, attention moving to the two movie tickets in Jayce’s hand—his heart skipped a beat. "Which movie?”

“Kill Bill Two.” Jayce showed them off, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his lips, “Popcorn and drinks are on me.”

Viktor stared at him, wondering if his blushing cheeks were noticeable. Even if they were, he didn’t care because Jayce Talis was at his house unannounced, asking him to go to the movies. Jayce Talis. The entire week felt like a fever dream, and it seemed like it would never end. He didn’t want it to end.

“You like Kill Bill?” Viktor raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

“I haven’t watched the first one, but Sky said—”

“You asked Sky again? Jayce, you know you can ask me, right?” Viktor let out an exasperated sound, his free hand landing over his hip.

“You just accused me of breaking in! You’re scary!” Jayce exclaimed back, a big smile spread across his face as the tension between them dissipated. He was luckier than he liked to think.

Viktor snorted, smirking, “You’re incredibly annoying. This is the first and last time I’ll go to the movies with you. Only because I feel bad that you’re wasting your money.”

“I’m not wasting it,” Jayce shrugged, his eyes softening into those big doe eyes that made Viktor’s insides burn hot, “If you said no, I would refund them and ask you next weekend.”

“Oh,” Viktor mumbled, mouth growing dry. He turned his gaze away, waving his hand at him dismissively, “Wait downstairs. I’ll get ready.”

Jayce’s demeanour brightened as he followed the instructions. Heavy steps echoed down the stairs, and he paused to examine the photo that had first caught his eye. He knew that Viktor was a private person; despite their few morning drives to school and passing notes, he still knew nothing about Viktor's personal life.

His gaze settled on the younger girl in the photo, who resembled Dr. Reveck, and he wondered who she was. However, he quickly dismissed the thought and returned to the main floor. He lingered in the foyer, busying himself with the mirror that hung on the wall, now covered in a layer of dust. He carefully fixed his hair and rubbed his growing stubble—he’d need to shave soon. 

Time passed quickly while he focused on his appearance, his solitude interrupted by the sound of Viktor’s cane tapping against the wooden stairs as they creaked beneath him. Jayce looked up as he reached the bottom of the stairs, still wearing that same Deftones shirt he seemed so fond of. It had started to get a hole in the bottom seam, the thread fraying.

“If you’re hungry, I can grab you some food at a drive-thru before the movie starts,” Jayce suggested thoughtfully, waiting at the bottom of the stairs with his fingers curled around his keys.

Viktor gripped the railing of the staircase with his left hand. “I’m not very hungry. Thanks, though.” He straightened himself as he reached the bottom of the stairs, but it was no use—Jayce still towered over him.

“You sure? Breakfast is important,” Jayce said, leading the way out the front door and watching as Viktor locked up behind them.

“I hardly think junk food breakfast is important.” Viktor teased, slipping his house keys into his front pocket as he turned around to look at Jayce. He appeared so ethereal under the sun's warm light, his sun-kissed skin glowing, the golden undertones in his brown hair glistening, and his toothy smile shining. Viktor dropped his gaze, knowing very well that appreciating Jayce’s attractiveness was dangerous territory.

When they reached the theatre, Viktor was thankful for the distraction of the movie. He’d spent nearly the entire ride stealing glances at Jayce; he needed to focus on something else before he acted on the feelings swirling in his mind—feelings he knew weren’t mutual.

“There’s… no one else here,” Jayce mumbled as they moved into the third-to-last row of the theatre, nestled right in the middle. He held the popcorn on his lap, lifting a hand to remove the candy bag he had held between his teeth while Viktor set their drinks into the cup holders. After one more quick glance around the theatre, he swallowed down a nervous lump, not wanting to admit the nerves flooding his stomach at the prospect of being alone with Viktor for well over two hours.

Viktor hummed in acknowledgment and glanced around, taking in the empty theatre. “Saturday matinee shows are popular with families. I don’t think many parents are taking their toddlers to Kill Bill.” He reached over, taking a handful of popcorn and popping a few into his mouth as he watched the movie previews play over the large screen. 

“I didn’t peg you as a Quentin Tarantino lover,” Jayce murmured, still keeping his voice hushed. “I thought you liked Lord of the Rings and Star Trek, that kind of stuff.” He reached into the buttered popcorn, indulging in the salty snack.

“Wow. You sure like to assume, don’t you?” Viktor mumbled, wiping the salt from his hands with a flimsy napkin. “I wouldn’t call myself a fan. I went to the first one with Sky last year on Halloween and really liked it. I haven’t seen any of his other films.”

“Really? You’re not a fan?” Jayce’s eyes widened as he looked over at him, swallowing down his handful of popcorn. “I thought you were a movie buff.”

“Hardly. I prefer reading or playing games,” Viktor answered honestly. “I like some movies.”

“So you haven’t watched Pulp Fiction? Now that’s a classic,” Jayce said. “I have it on VHS.”

“Honestly, he seems like a pretentious director,” Viktor shrugged, taking more popcorn into his hands and meeting Jayce’s gaze, smiling. “Are you a movie buff?”

“I like movies, but I wouldn’t call myself a buff—just a casual enjoyer,” Jayce smiled, his eyes returning to the screen as the previews came to an end. The lights in the room began to dim until the only illumination came from the projector.

“I hope you’re not a chatter at the cinema, Jayce. Don’t you know anything about theatre etiquette?” Viktor kept his eyes ahead, grinning as he dug into the candies and pushed one between his teeth.

“I am. The worst of the worst, unfortunately.” Jayce hummed, leaning to his right against the arm of the seat between them. Viktor didn’t mind; he leaned to his left until their arms brushed together, leaving his stomach in a swirling mess, but he pushed past it.

He wanted this. Whatever this was.

“How annoying,” Viktor responded, smiling to himself as he let his mind relax and focused on the movie. 

It was two hours of pure torture—for both. Jayce asked one too many questions, which resulted in Viktor giving him the cold shoulder for fifteen minutes until he got the memo, and their hands bumped together as they reached for popcorn enough times that they put it aside by mid-way through the film. The gentle contact was enough to spark a fire between them, their bodies and cheeks growing hot as they tried to ignore the awkward tension.

It’s not a date, Jayce reminded himself several times, giving himself a mental reprimand for shivering anytime his fingers brushed against Viktor’s and the handful of times he found himself glancing over and staring—the flickering light of the big screen brightening his tired features. Admiring him until Viktor would glance over, and he’d quickly snap his head back to the movie.

It had been going well for Viktor, as he fully immersed himself in the movie, but there was one moment he knew he would think about over and over while he fell asleep. In a rather intense scene at the end of the film, they both jumped in their seats, and their hands clasped together. Their fingers intertwined for a brief moment, and a few seconds later, they both realized their mistake.

“Oh, sorry,” Jayce huffed, pulling his hand away and wiping it over his jeans. Clammy from the touch—that was going to stay with him for a while.

“It’s okay,” Viktor muttered, his breath catching in his throat as his hands clasped together on his lap. “You’re… really sweaty.” He chuckled, smiling to himself as he kept his eyes focused ahead and saw the look Jayce shot him in his peripheral vision.

“Shut up.”

As the movie ended, both stood up, groaning from their few hours in the uncomfortable seats. There wasn’t enough cheap fabric to make them comfortable.

“Was the first one better? I probably should’ve watched it before this. Was she after Bill in both movies?” Jayce spoke through the chews of the last piece of candy as they exited the empty theatre. 

“Nope, not as good as the first one,” Viktor said bluntly, their popcorn and drinks discarded into the trash bins they passed by, “and yes, you definitely should’ve watched the first one.” He inhaled deeply as they stepped outside, the spring breeze chilly on his skin. Feeling brave, he looked up at Jayce and spoke, “We should watch Pulp Fiction tonight. You said you have it on VHS, right? Maybe you can convince me to become a Tarantino fan.” 

Jayce’s eyes widened, and he looked at Viktor as they made their way down the street toward his parked car. His heart thumped into his ribs, and he beamed, “Tonight? I mean, yeah—wait. Shit. I can’t.” He groaned, “There’s a party tonight at Maddie’s. Her parents are gone for the weekend, so… yeah.”

“Oh,” he murmured, hoping his deflated attitude wasn’t obvious. That was the last time he’d go out of his way to ask someone to hang out, “It’s fine. I shouldn’t have assumed you were free on a Saturday night, Mr. Popular.”

Jayce chewed on his bottom lip, glancing at Viktor as he shoved his hands into his front jeans pockets. “You should come,” he suggested, offering a not-so-convincing smile.

Viktor paused, staring up at Jayce as he laughed—a genuine laugh that bubbled up from his chest. He shook his head, smiling big. “Absolutely not.”

“Oh, come on,” Jayce whined, taking a step closer to him so he could bump his arm against his, “You’re not as awkward as I pegged you to be. You’ll be fine.”

“My social skills have nothing to do with this,” Viktor corrected him, shaking his head in disbelief, “I just don’t like people. I’m allowed to dislike people. It’s my right to freedom of expression.”

Jayce pouted, jutting out his bottom lip, “Please?” 

Both men paused in their steps, staring at each other. The tension grew between them, and the persistence and pout struck a nerve in Viktor. The mere idea of a high school party wasn’t scary per se, but it didn’t sound enjoyable in the slightest. Drunk teenagers, loud bass-heavy music and people who often gave him the side-eye judging him all night. It was a recipe for disaster for someone like him.

“Why do you even want me there?” Viktor leaned on his cane, brows furrowing together as he deflected, “Why have you spent all week trying to be my friend?”

“Woah, okay. Listen—” Jayce started, eyes widening as Viktor rambled at him, bringing up everything he was hoping to avoid.

Viktor cut him off. “Not once have you even asked about help studying chemistry. Even if you did, I know you don’t need help. Now you’re taking me to movies and asking me to parties?” Viktor shook his head, brows furrowed together, “It’s fucking weird.”

“Okay, yeah, I see why this seems weird,” Jayce admitted, chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously, “I know we’ve never talked before. It’s just, well, you’re not exactly easy to approach.” 

Viktor raised an eyebrow, “So it’s my fault you’ve ignored me for years?” 

Jayce winced. “No, no. Not at all.” He urged, stepping closer, “You’re just intimidating to approach, alright? You’re crazy smart, and you’ve got this vibe where it feels like you can see through everyone’s bullshit, and I like that. I really like that. I mean, you are the only person I’ve interacted with who actually shut me down and told me to fuck off. You don’t give a shit about popularity, and I like that about you. I guess I thought maybe hanging out with you would be... better.” 

Viktor felt his heart patter, his stomach swirling with butterflies. The skepticism he felt wasn’t as strong anymore as he stared up at Jayce, indulging in the charisma he oozed. “Better how?” He murmured.

Jayce exhaled, “Better than all that shallow crap I deal with every day. You’re not like anyone else I know, Viktor. That’s why I wanted to get to know you. No ulterior motives, I promise.”

Viktor’s lips thinned into a line, and his gaze still settled on Jayce as he forced himself to question further. “No ulterior motives,” he repeated. “You expect me to believe that?”

Jayce gave him a lopsided smile, “Yeah, because it’s the truth.” He shifted his weight between his feet, hands fidgeting in his jean pockets. “If it really makes you that uncomfortable, let’s just forget the party and watch the movie. I don’t care where we hang out. I just...” He hesitated, then chuckled softly, almost nervously. “I just think you’re kind of great, and I want to spend more time with you.”

Viktor didn’t say anything for a moment, his expression unreadable, but his mind was reeling after the confessions that were thrown at him. Jayce Talis liked him. Jayce Talis wanted to be his friend. If he was feeling faint earlier, now he really believed he might pass out. 

“You’re persistent. I’ll give you that.” He eventually mumbled, able to hear the blood rushing through his ears as he focused on keeping calm after Jayce’s nervous revelation.

Jayce perked up, his grin wide with boyish charm. “So, is that a yes?”

Viktor sighed, shaking his head as he turned away and kept walking, his cheeks and ears hot to the touch, “It’s a ‘fine.’ Just know I’m not happy about it.”

“Okay,” Jayce smiled, falling into step beside him. “You’ll have a great time, trust me.”

As they got back into Jayce’s vehicle, Viktor’s stomach twisted into uneasy knots as they drove towards his neighbourhood across the city. The evening loomed overhead, and he was already dreading the prospect of the party.

Viktor gripped his cane, resting it between his legs. “Drop me off at Powder’s. You can pick me up from her place tonight.”

“Yeah, okay,” Jayce nodded, oblivious to his nerves, “Does nine work?”

“Nine’s fine.”

Jayce hummed along to the music on the radio, tapping the steering wheel in time with the beat; Viktor’s gaze shifted to the blur of the city as they sped down the road. He wasn’t sure what worried him more—the party or the way Jayce’s relentless optimism made him believe his intentions were pure. He’d been through enough bullshit and torment in his life, and somehow, after all his distrust of others—he really believed him.

As they neared Powder’s house, Viktor couldn’t shake the feeling that the party was going to change everything.

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Lamb to Slaughter Ⅵ

𐙚 As Aemond settles into his position as regent, you begin to find yourself conflicted on where your loyalty truly lies.

𐙚 Aemond Targaryen x Reader (tw: violence, manipulation)

“He dares summon me!” Aemond throws his cup to the wall, the wine staining the wall. “With haste?”

You glance up at him. He’s more angry as of late, not sleeping, less eating. You hate what regency has done to him. There’s times where you find that you cannot comfort him, he shuns your touch and spends his time circling the city on vhagar, or so you assume.

“Are the Lannisters so diminished that they cannot march from the Tooth to Harrenhal without an escort?” It's a rhetorical question, not one he wants you to answer. Another concerning thing that arose from him. You knew he could be mean to girls, but never towards you. But lately, some of it has been directed at you.

“Is there not a large dragon in the Riverlands my love?” you speak up.

He glares at you.

“The Lannisters are a large army yes…but they lack what we posses-”

Aemond’s hand quickly grabs your face before you can register his movement towards you. “I am the prince regent! Not a dog to be called to heel! If they cannot deliver their host to Harrenhal with haste, Daemon’s dragon will be the least of their worries.”

He releases your face, which now aches. Tears pool in your eyes. “Your irritations are justified my love.”

You weren't terrified of Aemond easily. Not even growing up. Not even when he lost his eye and became an angry shell of what he once was. But now. He scared you. Terrified you really. Perhaps the Aemond you loved had been buried with his childhood the night of Driftmark, and who shared your bed now was a stranger.

“I’ve had enough of this cursed blockade.” he huffs, picking his cup up from where he had thrown it and sets it down on the small table. “I may reach for an alliance with The Triarchy.”

You gasp. “Aemond?”

“They will delight in the chance to terrorize the Sea Snake again. Let them weaken his blockade. While our true allies make their long journey East.”

“Will you leave me?” you ask after a few minutes of silence.

He looks at you, “I am not sure yet.”

“Will you find comfort in others?” you felt silly asking it. You hadn't stayed loyal to him, sleeping multiple times with Aegon. But that was over. Aegon had been burned, and the Maester told you his dick was not exactly in riding condition.

“Like you have?” he smirks.

“Like you have!” you yell. “What of your whore in that brothel?”

Aemond lunges at you again, but this time you flail your arms against him in defense.

“Stop it! Stop it!” you cry.

“Where have you earned your braveness from?” Aemond finally finds a grasp on your arm, and twists it in a way that causes you to whimper in pain. “Did you mouth off to Aegon when he was king?”

“Aegon has never lied to me.”

“And I have?” you can feel his breath on your face.

You want to kiss him, and cry. Debating to yourself if this was all worth it.

“Your Grace.” Cole’s voice calls from the doorway, both you and Aemond unaware of him entering.

“It's time you set out for Harrenhal, I think.” Aemond starts. “The longer we wait, the more chance he will prevail. Take what strength we have, and force Daemon from the Riverlands and make his Riverlords fight on two fronts.”

Criston’s weight shifts. “It's a fortnight’s march to Harrenhal-”

“We must strike before his army is raised.” Aemond stops looking at you and glances at Criston. “I will fly out to meet you when the time is ripe.”

Your heart breaks at that. He was going to leave you here. Why would he take you with him?

“My uncle is a challenge I welcome, if he dares face me.” Aemond then glances back at you, and releases you from his grip.

✮⋆˙

“Aemond has grown violent.” you whisper, as if anyone else could hear you.

“Has he hurt you?” Aegon says. He sounds much different now. Tired. Defeated.

“Nothing to worry about.” you insist.

“How have things been?”

“Got enough sheep for your dragons. But none for the smallfolk. They're angry I imagine. Words of riots.” you shake your head. “He's not doing anything about it.”

“Why is this anger directed at us? It is my cunt sister who has raised the blockade and-” he begins to cough before sighing in pain. “-making our people starve.”

“Yes but they expect the King to break it and feed them. You. Now him.” you remind him, reaching for his hand. “Does it hurt?”

“I have enough milk of the poppy to keep it at ease. But I do have pain, yes.” Aegon looks off. “Have they told you my cock has been destroyed?”

You nod.

“The one thing that's good about me. Gone.” tears brim his eyes.

“That’s not true.” you shake your head. “I love you for more than that.”

The room falls silent for a few moments. The grand Maester had come to you first to make you aware of Aegon’s consciousness. You hadn't even let him get through a minute of it before you had rushed immediately to his side.

“What do you remember?” you ask.

“Nothing.” he hoarsely says.

“You challenged Meleys.” Aemond’s voice booms over both of you.

You turn from Aegon and glance back at him. He does not look pleased.

“Aemond-” you start.

“It was foolish.” Aemond cuts you off, only looking at Aegon now.

“I remember…nothing.” Aegon coughs.

“Stop it, Aemond.” you demand, your hand's curling into fists.

He looks at you. “You should have come directly to me when you found out he was awake.”

“Is that my responsibility to you? As what? Your lover or your sister?” you stare him back down.

“Why are you so defiant to me as of late? Am I not gracing your bed as often as perhaps I should?”

“It isn't about you?” you shout.

“Please…” Aegon begs.

“What have you done?” you question.

“I have done nothing.” Aemond shakes his head. “It was merely him challenging the wrong dragon.”

“Why do I feel as if that is not the truth.” you murmur. “Why do I feel like you have lied to me since the very beginning of this relationship?”

“Relationship?” he questions. “Do you think you would be my wife?”

That hurts too.

“More than you would be Aegons?” Aemond laughs.

“I hate you.” you say, looking away from him.

You glance from Aegon to him, then quickly turn to leave them both.

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The only pleasure you could flaunt in as of late was your darling uncle and his stories from Oldtown. You had never been, but now you desired it more than anything. Away from Aegon, away from Aemond, away from everything.

“I wondered if you’ve heard from father?” Alicent cuts into your conversation.

Gwayne looks at you, smiling and soft. The smile dies down as he glances at your mother.

“I have sent ravens to Highgarden and Oldtown, but have had no reply.” she continues.

“If he wrote letters, it would be to you.” Gwayne replies. “You were always the favorite.”

You giggle at him.

“As are you, I hear princess.” he smiled back at you.

“I have missed you uncle, it has been too long since your presence has graced us. Must you leave so soon?” you frown.

“Your brother is very insistent on it I’m afraid.” he nods.

“Strange there has been no word.” Alicent cuts in again. “Otto Hightower is ever-resourceful.”

You're only slightly annoyed. The only person who had not tortured you or caused you discomfort was in front of you. And you still could not earn a moment of peace with him.

“He will send news when there is news to send.” Gwayne says, showing little annoyance too.

“I’m sure grandsire has reason to not respond.” you nod at him, face flushing.

“I often wonder what life could have been if he had brought you to court instead.” she laughs slightly, an awkward one.

The air grows thick.

Gwayne shares a look with you, knowing this is probably not something that should be said in your presence.

“I’m the eldest son, it was right that I was raised at Oldtown.” he nods.

“I wish I was raised at Oldtown.” you admit.

Gwayne smiles back at you. “I'm sure you would've succeeded there princess.”

“Like Daeron has?” Alicent breaths deeply.

The mention of your brother caused you to stiffen. You rarely even knew him, no one having spoken about him.

“Does he not write to you?” Gwayne inquires.

“Less and less these days.” your mother admits.

“Would you ever take me to Oldtown, uncle?” you cut back in. This was your conversation after all.

Alicent huffs.

“If I could, I would take you and never bring you back.” Gwayne is smiling at only you. “But I must join Ser Criston.”

"To the Riverlands." you nod.

"The war will not touch you princess." he promises, as if he had the power to truly keep it. He bows his head to you, kisses your hand and then rushes off to meet the other knight.

"I'm going to find your sister and ask her to come and pray with me." your mother now speaks to you.

"He was not my son." you turn to look at her. "I have no interest in praying for anyone anymore."

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hey! Hope you are having a good day/night. But you think you could write a fic of reader has a crush on donnie.reader gets jelous over donnie because she thinks he's still obsessed with April. Maybe leading to a fluffy or smutty ending. Any donnie is okay I don't mind. If you do this thanks!♡

Are You Still Into Her? (Mild Angst/Fluff)

Fortnite!Donatello x reader

A/N: I gave the lucky wheel a spin and it landed on Fortnite!TMNT! It was surppossed to be a smut, but as I made my way through, a mild angst to fluff started to make more sense. I struggled with this one for a bit though, and then as soon as I had the momentum going, my Inbox decided to swallow up a large amount of my requests. Luckily I managed to make it work, and finally this one is ready. Hope you’ll enjoy💜

Warnings: None💜

“(Y/N), can you hand me the screwdriver?”, Donnie asked, not taking his eyes from the project in front of him. At the sound of Donnie saying your name, you quickly straightened up in your seat, hastily looking around you to find the screwdriver, before handing it to Donnie.

“Thank you”, he said, shooting you a quick smile before returning his attention to the loose screws before him.

“No problem”, you mumbled, feeling your cheeks grow hot with a light shade of pink, causing you to look away, in the hopes that Donnie wouldn’t notice. It was almost embarrassing that him thanking you with a smile, was enough to make you blush. But that’s what you get for crushing on one of your best friends, without having the courage to tell him. But you had your own reasons for not doing so, even though you really wanted to. The best way to describe your predicament was to say that there was something in the way, making it very hard to tell Donnie exactly how you were feeling, without possibly getting rejected. It was enough to make your stomach turn in frustration and jealousy whenever you thought about it. Fiddling with your fingers, turning back and forth in your office chair, you felt yourself getting restless at the thought. And sadly, this kind of nervousness and restlessness only became more and more common whenever you were around Donnie. As if the sight of him only reminded you of what you couldn’t have, and how he was willing to give it all away to someone else.

And as you sat there and watched Donnie work, feeling yourself getting eaten up by your own self pity and longing for the mutant turtle in front of you, his phone lit up with the name of that someone else, buzzing in order to get his attention.

“Just a moment”, Donnie said, laying the screwdriver down and reaching out for his ringing phone. “It’s April”.

You only nodded, finding it easier not to say anything whenever Donnie brought up the name of the other human girl in his life. It was really a shame, because April was really a nice girl. You had hung out with her on several occasions, and had honestly found her enjoyable to be around. Then it was no wonder that Donnie had started liking her much more than a friend. You would never forget the day where Donnie confided in you, and told you about his slowly growing crush on April. Up until that point, you had had so much hope for the possibility of you and Donnie possibly figuring something out someday. But after that day, all you could see was how Donnie would follow April around whenever she was nearby, or the many glances he would throw her way, even as he was talking to you. It was honestly disheartening to be around, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart break a little each time. And even though it had been a year ago, it still fueled some frustration and jealousy inside of you, causing that dreadful feeling each and every time.

Donnie picked up the phone and greeted April with a cheerful voice, asking her why she was calling. You looked away, trying not to listen as Donnie and April spoke, even though all you could hear was Donnie’s end of the line. You tried not to think of what Donnie might be feeling at that moment. Was he happy that April called? Would he much rather be spending time with her instead of you? It was a horrible thing to think about, but you just couldn’t help it. Even when you tried to ignore it, it was always right there, right in your face, almost taunting you.

“Sorry about that”, Donnie said, placing the phone back on the table, before picking up the screwdriver once more. “April just had to give me an update”.

“An update?”, you asked, growing your brows. “About what?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard?”, Donnie asked, giving you a short look over his shoulder. “April and Casey are dating now. She promised to tell me how their first date went, and well, it seems like it’s going to be a thing now”.

You stared confused at Donnie, almost unable to fully register what he was telling you. April had started dating Casey. And here was Donnie, telling you about it while working on his latest project. Heck, he had even sounded happy while talking with April on the phone. But was he happy? Was he okay? Or was he just really good at hiding his pain? Just like you had been doing for almost a year now.

“And are you… okay with that?”, you asked, almost hesitantly.

“Yeah? Why shouldn’t I be?”, Donnie answered you, not looking away from the wires in his hands.

“Well, I just thought… because… are you still into her, Donnie?”, you asked, leaning slightly forward.

“Oh, that”, Donnie said, leaning back in his chair. “No, not really. I haven’t thought about her like that in a long time”.

“Since when?”

“Well, since I told her I liked her, and she said she liked Casey”, Donnie said, finally looking your way with a small smile.

“When was that?”, you asked, absolutely shocked.

“The same week I told you about it”, Donnie said, his fingers playing with the armrest.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“Uhm, no. I guess not”, Donnie said a bit sheepishly. “I guess I’ve been kind of embarrassed by it, so I just decided to not tell you”.

“Well, okay”, you said, still slightly taken aback. “But you two fingered it out?”

“Yeah, April has actually been very cool about it. We talked it through, everything was cool. I actually wingman her and Casey together. She asked me to help her a few weeks ago”, Donnie said. “She promised me that if I helped her, she would in turn help me with…” Donnie suddenly got silent, his eyes widening when he realized what he was about to say. You cocked your brow at him.

“Help you with what?”

Donnie hesitated, becoming restless in his chair. He licked and bit his lip, searching for the right words before he spoke. “She would in turn help me as a wingman”.

At this point you found yourself getting irritated with Donatello. Here you had been feeling horrendous whenever you were around April - both because of your feelings towards Donnie and your jealousy regarding his feelings for April, and the pure shame you felt due to your jealousy towards April - only to find out that Donnie haven’t actually had romantic feelings towards April for several months, and that he in fact had romantic feelings towards someone else and never told you. What kind of friend was Donnie supposed to be?

“You have feelings for someone other than April and you never told me?!”, you exclaimed.

“No, I guess I didn’t”, Donnie said almost sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers.

“Donnie, I’m your friend”, you said, almost sounding hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why does it matter?”, Donnie asked, shooting you a quick look, he himself seemed more and more nervous by every question you directed at him. He suddenly didn’t seem very happy about your questioning, as if he was an animal being cornered.

“Because, you’re my friend, Donnie”, you said, feeling yourself grow hesitant before you said the next words, discomfort at the thought of actually doing it. “And I would like to help you”.

Donnie looked back at you, uneasy surprise written all over his face. “You do?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, nodding your head. What was most important to you? Helping your friend be happy, or stay in ignorant bliss, knowing it was just a matter of time before he would get with someone else. Someone he didn’t see as just a friend.

“I would”.

Donnie gave you a small smile before looking back down at his hands, watching as his fingers fiddled with each other. He was very nervous, yet trying his best to hide it. But you knew your friend. He couldn’t hide these kinds of things from you, no matter how hard he might try to.

“I don’t know if they like me like that though”, Donnie said, sounding a little beaten down. “They’ve never seemed to… see me that way”.

You were taken aback by Donnie’s statement. How could he say such a thing? How could anybody not like him as more than just a friend? One thing was April, but now you found it to be more of a relief than anything else.

“What makes you say that?”, you asked.

“It’s just a feeling”, Donnie said, shrugging his shoulders. “Or maybe it’s a fear. I’m not fully sure”.

“A fear?”, you asked. “Of what?”

Donnie chuckled. “Other than the fear that they won’t like me too? Maybe the fear that I will lose them if I tell them how I feel”.

“Lose them? How come?”

“Well, we’re pretty good friends”, Donnie said, chewing a little on his bottom lip. “And I fear that if I was to tell them how I felt, that it would somehow push us apart”.

“But Donnie, are you really so sure they won’t be interested in you?”, you asked, feeling bad for your friend. It didn’t matter how much you wished it was you he would talk about in such a manner, you just wanted your friend to be happy at this point.

“What do you mean?”, he asked, his brow muscles pushing together in a frown.

“Well, you are you Donnie”, you said, trying to find the words as you spoke. “You are an amazing and absolutely wonderful guy, and they would be a fool not to see that. If they can’t see what amazing and wonderful person that is standing in front of them, then are they even worth it? There’s literally no one like you in this world, and any person would be blessed to find themselves with you. I would go so far as to say that I too would feel blessed. A person would be absolutely blind not to-”. With a small sound of surprise, you found yourself being cut off by Donnie’s lips against your, his hands on your cheeks in order to hold your head steady.

After a few seconds of surprise you relaxed against Donnie, kissing him back with your hands holding onto his arms. You could feel him smile against you as he turned his head a little further to the side, allowing the kiss to deepen a bit further.

You pulled from each other, looking each other in the eyes with baited breath, Donnie waiting for whatever your reaction might be, feeling himself getting more and more nervous.

“So”, you finally said, trying to contain the growing happiness within you, almost unable to sit still on your chair. “I take it that I’m the friend you were talking about”.

“Yeah”, Donnie said, breathing out a small laugh in relief. “That’s why I didn’t tell you much”.

“But what made you comfortable enough to kiss me?”

“It was the way you started talking about me, like you actually cared about me in that way”, Donnie said. “Am I right to assume you like me like that?”

You almost laughed out loud, feeling months worth of suppressed feelings blossoming, finally allowed some room to move around, and make their way out from deep within.

“Oh, you have no idea”, you ended up chuckling, before pulling him in for another kiss.

[nightlyrequiem]

Hehe I just saw some of you post about reader cheating on Val, but what about Val cheating on reader?.

A thought came to my head about how reader came from shopping, excited to show Valeria all the new expensive clothes she bought ready to model for her. As she searched for her, only to find her in their room with someone else. I know reader heart shattered into pieces, but not only that I think adrenaline rush through her veins thinking, if she’s replaceable, all the things she knew about Valeria aka el sin nombre, is her life now in danger?. So she makes a run for it to avoid talking and also for her safety. Maybe at the end they make up their mistakes or something

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Hello Hello :) I wanted to write Val cheating on Reader for months now. Perfect for angst and I love angst. Left the ending a little open ended so you can decide if they make up or not. Personally, I think Reader and Val part ways because cheaters don't deserve redemption

Tags/Warnings: WLW, Cheating, Angst, Emotional Hurt, Physical Hurt (Not Abuse), Attempts at Emotional Comfort

Loves Me Not

Valeria was busy today. Too busy to spend time with you so she gave you her card and sent you off to buy yourself things you don't need.

'Get yourself something pretty to show off for me.'

You went to all your favourite stores and splurged and tops, skirts, dresses, pants, bags. You took your time looking over all kinds of glittery, shiny accessories. Picking ones that you think will catch her attention the most.

You tried on the clothes and admired yourself in the changeroom mirror. then finally made the journey back home. When you got out of the car you paused, seeing Valeria's car in the driveway. You thought she'd be away for the day. That's what she told you. You smile, happy that you get to spend more time with her then you originally thought.

You quietly enter the house and sneak off to the ground floor bathroom. Changing into one of the short flashy dresses you bought. Pulling on the hem and looking at yourself. You pull out one of the new necklaces you bought and clasp it around your neck, admiring the way the small gems glitter above your cleavage. You imagine the face she'll make when she sees you, and the events it will lead to. The shimmery little dress won't be on you for very long.

You walk out of the bathroom, leaving your bags to be collected later and creep up the stairs. The door to your bedroom is half-closed. You break out into a grin but stop when you hear giggling. You frown, confused and apprehensive of the noise. You step forward and push open the door.

The sight before you fills you with pain and repulsion. The woman on top of Valeria swivels around at the noise of you entering, eyes widened with surprise. Valeria sits up swiftly, almost knocking the woman off the bed. The woman quickly gathers up the sheets to cover her bare chest from view.

"I thought you'd be gone for longer." Valeria says harshly.

"Who the hell is this?" You ask, staring at the woman with dismay and anger. Her hands are clenched around the sheets - your sheets, tightly. 

Valeria runs a hand through her hair, face pinched into a stressed expression.

"She's... why are you back so early?" She snaps, sounding angry at you for walking in on her. A spike of fear shoots through you. What if she thinks you'll rat on her to the feds in revenge for cheating? You stare at them. Feeling your world crashing down around you. Valeria gets off the bed and it sets you on edge. She looks angry. Valeria doesn't deserve to be angry but that's not stopping her. You've never felt afraid of her before but when she takes a step towards you, you turn and flee. Hearing her running behind you.

"Stop!" She calls out. "Stop running, we can talk about this."

The only thought you have is that she's going to kill you in a fit of rage. She'll kill you to stop you from talking. She'll kill you for trying to leave. You miss a step running down the stairs and trip. Your ankle gives and pain shoots up your calf. You end up sprawling at the bottom of the staircase, afraid and in tears.

"Christ!" Valeria exclaims, looking down at you from the top.

"Did you push her?" The woman asks.

"Get out." Valeria snaps.

"Is she okay? You didn't push-"

"Get the hell out!" 

You drag yourself away from the stairs, sweating from the pain. Hurried steps go past you and you watch the woman leave. Slamming the door behind her. Your ankle throbs with your heartbeat. Valeria walks down the stairs and crouches over you.

"What's wrong with you?" She growls. "Why the hell did you run like that? Are you a child?"

"Let me leave." You say. "Please let me leave."

Valeria sighs and kneels down. "We need to talk."

"No we don't." You say shakily, trying not to cry. You're not sure what hurts more, your ankle or your heart.

Valeria rubs a hand over her face.

"I'm sorry." She says tiredly.

You go limp. Too hurt and tired to try getting up. "Why did you do this?" You ask.

Valeria's eyes bore into you. "Because I needed something different." She murmurs. "You're so high energy and always wanting to be around me, I needed a break from you."

Each word is a shot right into your heart. 

Valeria gently grabs ahold of you from under your arms and helps you to your feet. Your lean on her while she walks you to the ground floor bathroom. You press close to her. Though it brings you about as much comfort as hugging a cactus. She gently kicks aside your forgotten shopping bags and walks you inside. Making you sit on the lid of the toilet.

She avoids your gaze as she trails her hands down your calf, carefully removing your heel. You hiss in pain and look down. Your ankle is swollen and red. Valeria frowns and stands.

"I'm going to go get some ice." She murmurs. Leaving you alone. You replay the image of that woman on top of Valeria, feeling sick. I needed a break from you. Were you really that bad? You thought the two of you were happy.  I needed a break from you. Your throat tightens and your eyes sting. You try to fight back the hurt, not wanting her to walk in on you crying but you can't help it.

Valeria comes back, a small clear bag filled with ice chips in her hands. Your head is lowered, shoulders twitching slightly as you silently cry. Lips pulled back into a devastated grimace. Valeria hovers awkwardly, torn between pretending not to notice and wanting to offer comfort. She settles for the former. Bending down she fishes around under the sink and pulls out bandages to wrap your ankle. She works silently. The only sound being an occasional sniff from you.

Your ankle is lightly throbbing, but it hurts less.

"Come on," Valeria says. "Come lay down." She helps you to your feet again. The walk up the stairs is slow and painful. She turns to lead you to your bedroom but you stop.

"I don't want to rest in there." You whisper. Staring at the floor. "Put me in the spare room."

"... Don't be like that." She says. Rubbing your shoulder.

"I don't want to lay in the same bed that some other girl has been in." You reply tartly. 

Valeria's mouth opens and closes. "Fine." She says. Leading you down the hall to the spare room.

She helps you into bed and sets a pillow down for you to elevate your foot. Then you're left alone with your thoughts. You don't eat dinner that night. Valeria leaves it to grow cold outside the door. You fall in and out of sleep. Sometime during the night you take off the dress and throw it somewhere. It gets uncomfortable after prolonged wear. You watch the days pass through the window. More and more of your belongings make it into the spare room until it feels more like your actual bedroom.

Valeria gives you space during this time. Or perhaps takes this space for herself. I needed a break from you. You didn't think a single sentence would cut so deep. How long had she been feeling this way? How long had she been seeing that woman? Is she still seeing that woman? All your questions without answers are driving you mad.

One night, Valeria gently knocks on your door. You long to call out to her, but you just can't. She enters anyway, the door slowly creaking open.

"I brought you dinner." She says quietly. Steamed vegetables and some kind of meat. The smell makes your stomach clench with hunger. The bed dips as Valeria sits down on the side. "... I'm sorry." She says.

"Okay." You reply.

Valeria shifts and sets down the plate. "I've realized how important you are to me, being apart like this." You scowl and burrow under the covers. It took her hurting you deeply to realize this. You didn't have to test out other women to know how you feel. "I don't want to lose you, I love you so much. What I did was a mistake and I will never make it again."

"... Do you think that's all it's going to take to make this better?" You murmur tiredly. You don't have the energy for this. It's on you for getting attached in the first place. You should know better than to believe anything will last forever.

Valeria pauses.

"No," she says. "I don't, but I won't give up on us. I'll right my wrongs, I'll fix this and more." She promises. She brushes her hand over your forehead. "I'll earn your trust and love back, mi vida."

You don't respond. You're not sure you'll ever trust her again. No matter how many apologies she gives you. But you don't think you can leave. Despite what she did your traitorous heart longs for her.

[moonchild9350]

Lavender Fields- Chapter Eight: Plans

summary: you are finally hyunjin’s, your fate as lovers sealed. now all that’s left is to plan your future together.

pairing: Hyunjin x humanoid!gn!reader

genre: sci fi au, romance au, fluff, smut-18+MDNi

word count: 1.1k

warnings: nipple play, dry humping, clit play, unprotected sex (don’t), creampie

notes: I hope you all enjoy this next chapter! As always feedback is much appreciated :)

divider by @cafekitsune

please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2025)

series summary: you, a humanoid from a different planet, was born within a lab here on earth in the near future, your days filled with servitude and testing within the labs to learn more about your kind as your kind are not able to feel emotion. you had nothing to look forward to until you met Hyunjin, a technician assigned to you. you learn much at his hands and invaluable lessons, enlightening your once purposeless life.

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Hyunjin lays on his back, his hands behind his head as you slumber peacefully on his chest, your soft breath tickling his skin. He stares at the ceiling as his mind wanders, reminiscing on the night before and this morning, how you felt underneath him as he made love to you, the sounds you made as he worshipped your body.

He never did believe in love, thinking it was only a concept you read about in fairy tales. His parent’s relationship wasn’t successful, his father spending all his time at the lab instead of with his family. However, once he met you, all doubts went out the window, his heart falling for you immediately.

He looks down at you as you stir, mumbling in your sleep as you slowly awaken. You lift your tiny head up to catch his eyes and his heart soars and pounds within, so loud he’s sure you can hear it.

“Hi my love,” he cooes as you stretch, and relax once more against his chest.

He wraps an arm around you, caging you within his warmth. You both lay in silence for a little more, savoring each others company and the peacefulness of it all.

“Hyunjin? How will we run away?” You asked breaking the silence.

The question had been on your mind. You’re sure the security was tight within the building not letting anyone out or in.

Hyunjin had been wondering about that too while you slept, his mind running over the different possibilities of how he could sneak you out of the facility. He was able to come up with a plan, however, he’d need some time to prepare.

“I have a plan in place angel, but I’ll need time. We will leave in five days time. Can you hold out until then?” Hyunjin asked as he rubbed soothing circles on your arms.

Five days. Five days is a long time, but it’s an amount of time you’d be willing to suffer through if it meant you’d get to be with Hyunjin forever.

“Okay, I can do that,” you said wanting to appear strong in front of your lover.

Hyunjin chuckled before giving you a squeeze. He gently shifted you up, bringing your face to his for a kiss. You sighed at the feel of his lips as you settled on top of him. Hyunjin drifting his hands down your back, settling them at your hips as he gripped the flesh.

You gave an experimental rock of your hips, the movement subtle but the outcome noted as you felt Hyunjin’s cock twitch beneath you. He let out a groan as he moved your hips again and again, his lips meeting yours sloppily.

With each movement, your pussy dragged against his now hardened cock, the tip catching your clit each time, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through your core. Your slick gushed out, coating his cock assisting in the glide.

“Ahh Hyunjin!” You whimpered as you sped up, chasing the pleasurable sensation that was building within you.

Hyunjin guided you through the movements, his fingers gripping into your skin, as your folds slid over his cock. His eyes locked onto your breasts as they bounced with each thrust. He wrapped his lips around a hardened nipple, suckling the nub. Hyunjin needed to feel you around him, needed to hear you.

“That’s it angel, you’re so good for me. Let me stick it in yeah?” Hyunjin cooed, as he bit his lip at your hooded gaze.

“Yes! Yes, want it!” You squealed as you desperately dragged your pussy on his cock.

Hyunjin chuckled before gripping his cock and guiding it to your entrance, the tip slipping right in with no resistance. You moaned together, as you continued to rock your hips, fucking yourself on his cock over and over.

You were a sight to see, desperate and fucked out as you chased your high, painting a mess on his pelvis as your pussy leaked your arousal all over causing his cock to swell even more within you. Hyunjin brought his hands to your breasts, grabbing them and brushing his fingers over your nipples, teasing and playing with them.

He bit his lips at your breathy moans, listening to you mumble you were close. Hyunjin’s eyes traveled to your pussy, watching his cock slid in and out, in and out, your ass hitting his pelvis each time. He watched as you switched it up and maneuvered yourself to where your clit dragged against the little hairs adorning his pelvis as if you knew exactly what to do.

You were a mess, chasing the pleasurable sensation that was building up again within you. You felt like you were becoming addicted to Hyunjin and the way he made you feel. You wanted, no needed to come, to feel his cum inside you.

You were close, oh so close, the tingling becoming more intense, the heat spreading within. You swiveled your hips faster, the drag of Hyunjin’s cock on your walls, the way his shaft dragged against your sweet spot just right, the way the tip kissed your cervix causing a twinge of pain that was immediately washed away with pleasure.

You let out a wail as you dug your fingers into his chest, digging the nails into the skin causing blood to well up in its place. Hyunjin let out a grunt as you let out a loud moan, your orgasm crashing down on you suddenly, the feeling spreading throughout your body and white spots to form in your vision.

Hyunjin could tell you came hard, your pussy clutching onto him for dear life and squeezing his cock. With that he let go, spurts of warm cum painting your walls and filling you full.

He caught you as you fell over exhausted, your breath coming out in a little puffs. Hyunjin cradled you to him, both of you a sticky mess.

After a while, Hyunjin gently shifted you, his cock falling from you and both of your arousals dripping out and coating his skin. He laid you down on the bed and sat up, running his fingers through his hair.

“I probably should go before someone comes in. It’s almost time for them to come grab you.”

At his words, you frowned, not wanting to let him go. However, you knew he had to leave. To prep for your escape.

“Okay,” you said as Hyunjin got up and dressed.

You continued to lay there as he brushed your hair back from your sweaty forehead and pressed a kiss to your lips, the gesture filled with hope and promise.

“Five days,” Hyunjin said, his eyes holding yours.

“Five days.” You repeated back.

And with that you watched Hyunjin walk out the door, your future filled with promises. The only problem holding you back was the escape, but with Hyunjin’s help, you knew you had nothing to worry about.

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[monster-effer]

Your New Hobby – Sylus x reader

Summary: Reader starts reading fanfic but they are being secretive about it, Sylus is curious, shenanigans follow. Content: fluff, mild smut mention, silliness, Sylus and reader are dating, reader is not MC, Toji (JJK) mention (~800 wc) A/N: This silly idea came to me while I was reading a fanfic on AO3 lmao

You’ve picked up a new hobby lately and you feel a teeny bit embarrassed about it. While you usually yap about anything and everything to Sylus, your handsome boyfriend, you only read fanfics when he is not home. Mostly so you can squeal in private.

This is not a foolproof method. He has caught you a few times still awake at ungodly times of the night when he returns home from a business deal. There are usually curious glances thrown your way but he hasn’t pressed you on it. Yet.

It is 3 am.

You should be sleeping but you found the holy grail of fanfics a few hours ago.

Toji x reader Modern AU slow burn Rating: Explicit 30 chapters long

It is pitch black in the room with nothing but your phone’s screen illuminating your face. In the background, you have relaxing ocean sounds playing from your sleep song playlist.

You are sprawled out on the bed giggling and kicking your feet because you’ve finally reached the chapter where the characters have sweaty, filthy sex. As much as you love the build up and anticipation in slow burns, the rollercoaster ride of emotions this story put you through was exhausting. But all that suffering has paid off because this smut is downright nasty. Your mouth is hanging wide open as you read the heinous acts committed in this sacred text.

You are so locked into the fic that you don’t hear Sylus arrive home.

You also don’t hear him open the bedroom door.

Nor do you hear him sneak up behind you.

It has not escaped his notice how preoccupied you’ve been with your phone lately. At first, he thought you were researching for a new mission. But over the past few weeks he’s noticed your sleeping schedule getting more and more off track. This piqued his interest because you prefer getting a good night’s rest when you are able to.

So, can you really blame him for wanting to take a quick peak?

Sylus slinks his way towards the bed. He is surprised that you haven’t noticed his approach but plans to use your inattentiveness to his advantage. When he is close enough to see what has you so enthralled, the usually unshakeable Onychinus leader is sent reeling from the absolute filth displayed on your screen.

He hovers over your shoulder for a few minutes reading along with you. As you continue to scroll multiple questions pop into his mind.

Who the hell is Toji? And why does he have such a nasty mouth? A headlock ????!?!?

Who knew his sweet kitten was into this type of reading material? After taking a note of everything he read, he decides to have a little fun with you.

“What are you doing up so late kitten?”

You feel your heart drop to your ass and let out a high-pitched scream when Sylus’ voice breaks you out of your fanfic induced trance. Your heartbeat is thrumming against your ribcage as you swiftly put your phone to sleep and throw it across the bed. You roll over onto your back and sit up, so you are facing him.

“I didn’t hear you come home,” you reply shakily from the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“And I, didn’t hear you answer my question,” Sylus says with a smile as he begins to remove his clothes.

“I was…um…looking up a recipe.”

Sylus struggles to hold in a laugh at your terrible lie. “Really? At 3 am? And what were you planning to make?”

You fumble over your words a bit before you respond “Lasagna! Nothing like having it homemade right?”

While you were floundering, Sylus has stripped down to his boxers, ready to wash off the aftermath of a particularly bloody business deal. “Hmm, well I look forward to trying out this lasagna soon.”

You think you catch a twinkle in Sylus’ eyes before he turns away from you and strolls into the en suite bathroom.

You slump down into the silky sheets of the bed once he leaves the room. ‘That was such a close call,’ you think to yourself. Sylus has eyes like a hawk, so you’re thankful he didn’t see any of the delicious filth you were reading. You decide to play a game on your phone to calm your nerves while he showers.

After a few minutes pass the shower turns off. You can hear Sylus shuffle around as he dries off in the bathroom.

He comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist, using another towel to dry off his hair. While you don’t immediately look up at him, you can feel his eyes focused on you. Before you can ask if he needs something, he speaks.

“So, who is Toji and why is he putting ‘you’ in a headlock?”

A/N: JJK and Toji stans rise tf up!!!

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

((Umm...... Lucifer did grab their rings 😅))

He had to make heaven think he was serious and that he wasn't going to be coming for Adam so it wouldn't be obvious, how could Adam seriously think he didn't matter to him?

Lucifer risked everything for him, he beat the shit out of an archangel for him! He was a little more focused on making sure they got the fuck out and didn't die.

He ran his hands down his face, he's so tired and he just wants to hold his fucking husband but he can't even have that.

Lucifer growled and hit his fists on his thighs only to hit something in his pocket: Ow!! The fuck is in there?

Angrily he shoved his hand in his pocket and he touched something small and smooth. Two somethings. Pulling them out part of wanted to fucking cry and the other wanted to throw them in frustration.

Their wedding rings. He forgot he picked them up when he grabbed Michael's sword.

Would have been nice to remember that five fucking minutes ago.......

Lucifer slipped his on his finger and looked at it, he remembered when Adam gave it to him and how amazing it felt and how happy he had been. How could he think any random replacement ring would have been okay? It would look okay, but they would be the real rings the true symbols of their love.

Lucifer cried, he found a piece of paper placed Adams ring on it with his name on it and placed it somewhere he would see it.

If he even wanted it anymore. Or him.

Lucifer never should have taken his fucking ring off and he never would again, he'd super glue it to his fucking finger if that would make Adam happy.

He left for what was now his office, maybe he could find something about this extermination day. Though he was certain it was exactly as it sounded.

Opening the office door, Lucifer was grateful that Satan was well organized the place was in good order.

Lucifer sat down and got to reading, he supposed he should know these things as King now......

Oh who the fuck was he kidding, he was as much a King as that fucking pen was.

-

Charlie: That was amazing!

Adam: See? There's a lot you can do kid.

She felt so energized and it was nice to finally have some one on one time with Adam. They had been at it for hours and now she was a little pooped.

Charlie: Adam? Can I ask you something?

Adam: Yeah sure.

Charlie: Are you two okay?

Adam froze: Look, that's-

Charlie: Because we spent a week working out the perfect plan to save you and the first thing you do when you get home is fight......... I know you're hurt.... But he loves you.

They spent a week on a plan to help him?

Adam: Charlie -

Charlie: Look, maybe it's none of my business but he made a mistake. Haven't you made mistakes?

Adam has made plenty of mistakes especially in their relationship. His biggest one killed Lucifer.

Adam: ...... Let's just call it a night.

Charlie sighed but nodded and went to her room. Adam probably should find him and talk about..... Even a little.

Adam: Lu?

He wasn't in the throne room, but a piece of paper caught his eye...... With a ring on it.

With a shaky hand, Adam picked up the ring. His ring. He could tell from the wear and the engraving on the inside..

Adam: Fuck....

He slipped it onto his finger and it was a perfect fit. When did he get this?

He needs to find him.

Adam walked around until he found the office where Lucifer was sitting behind the desk. He tried not to laugh, Lucifer looked so small sitting behind that giant desk. Papers everywhere, he looked so tired and broken.

And he had his ring on.

Adam: Lu?

Lucifer jumped, he didn't hear him walk up. He felt his heart break, was Adam here to tell him it was over? For good? He really tried not to cry but he should have known he never deserved to be with Adam, who was a fucking God of all things.

Lucifer: Y-yeah?

He was going to cry this was too much.

Adam came closer and before he could say anything Lucifer just broke down crying and apologizing.

Lucifer, his voice thick with emotion: I-I-I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry! I just wanted to get you back, I wasn't thinking. You mean everything to me, I-I-I love you so much, please I'm so sorry.

He sobbed and he didn't care, if Adam wanted to take his axe and split him in half he'd let him, he didn't care.

Lucifer didn't want to live in a world where Adam didn't love him.

I miss our God!Adam Au

Sequel 👀

In Canada Eh! Lmao

CANADA FOREVER

Yes plsss! I miss our stupid, power-hungry boy 😫😫

[dynasty889]

I Can’t Help but Wonder (Warrior!Penelope AU)

Disclaimer: I will not pay for your therapy. I will also feed on your tears

CW: Some mentions and descriptions of blood and injuries

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Blood was everywhere, on the walls, on the floors, on Penelope. She was drenched in it. Every single suitress lay dead on the floor. Arrows, swords, spears were scattered across the room. Penelope took in the sight stoically.

“Mother?”

Penelope’s body instinctively turned, as if that word were second nature to her, yet it sounded so foreign. There, standing before her, was the princess of Ithaca.

“Daughter…” Penelope breathed out. Her daughter. It felt unreal, like an illusion.

Telemache looked around the blood-drenched room. She, too, had blood on her hands now, though nowhere near as much as her mother. They exchanged silent gazes, faces softening with gentle, unsure smiles. She approached Penelope slowly and swallowed nervously.

“All my life, I’d have died to meet you. Thought about your name so much it hurts,” Telemache spoke. Her voice shook slightly and she couldn’t tell if it was emotion or nervousness. “For 20 years, I’ve dreamed of how I’d greet you, and now you’re here.” Her voice caught on something in her throat and she managed a smile that threatened to be overcome with tears. “I can’t find the words,” she whispered.

Penelope’s breathing quickened. Hearing her daughter’s voice break had broken a layer of the wall she had built around her heart. Just seeing Telemache stand before her—it was like her heart had started again.

“All my life, I’d have died to know you.” Telemache’s voice grew strong again. She recalled all the stories her father had told her about her mother. “Days and nights I wished that I could show you.” There were so many. Countless days. “For 20 years, I never could outgrow you, but now you’re here.”

Telemache’s eyes met Penelope’s. They were the same brown as hers. Penelope saw so much of herself in there, so much of Odysseus. And among all of that, she saw a unique human being.

“I can’t help but wonder what your world must be, if we’re like each other, if I have your strength in me.” Her eyes carried a hidden sadness in them, a tinge of desperation. “All this time I’ve wondered,” Telemache went on, “if you’d embrace me as your own. 20 years I’ve wondered, for so long I’ve felt alone.”

Penelope took both of Telemache’s hands into her own. They were soft, unlike her own. They did not carry the blood of hundreds on them.

“Oh, sweet girl, look how much you’ve grown. Oh, my child, sweetest joy I’ve known. 20 years ago, I held you in my arms, how time has flown…” Penelope absorbed the young woman in front of her. A bittersweet image stood before her. Telemache was a woman, one she would no doubt be proud of, for she could feel the maternal pride swelling within her heart. But she had missed all of her childhood.

She squeezed Telemache’s hands to steel both herself and her daughter. “I used to say I’d make the storm clouds cry for you,” Penelope said. She had. She had made Amphitrite cry for mercy just to get home. “I used to say I’d capture wind and sky for you.” She had done that 10 years ago, though she couldn’t say it ended well. “I held you in my arms, prepared to die for you—” She felt tears starting to well up in her eyes, too. “…How time has flown.”

Telemache pulled her hand away to wipe a tear that fell down her face. The torn away hand caused panic in Penelope until she felt a gentle thumb on her cheek. Pride had not been so present, so strong, throughout all of her life. Until now.

“I can only wonder what your world has been, things you’ve had to suffer, and the strength you hold within.” She looked around again at the mangled corpses of the suitresses. How awful that must’ve been to endure… “All I’ve ever wanted was to reunite with my own. 20 years, we’ve wandered, but today you’re not alone. My daughter, I’m finally home!”

At this, Telemache leaped into her mother’s arms. She cried without shame, and so did Penelope. “Mother, how I’ve longed to see you!” she sobbed.

Penelope’s embrace tightened. She felt tears beginning to soak through her cloak. “Telemache, I’m home!” she proclaimed.

“Home,” she heard Telemache repeat softly. There were oceans in her daughter’s eyes, oceans of repressed emotions: longing, sorrow, happiness.

Penelope felt the world slowly grow distant. She recognized this feeling immediately, like her own existence was flickering in and out of the world, though she had not experienced it in a decade.

“Go. Tell your father I’m home. I’ll be there in a moment,” she advised. She didn’t want the moment to end, but a new one was forcing its way in.

Telemache nodded. “Of course,” she obliged.

The walls of the palace began to disappear and were replaced with a crimson sky with stars that dotted the endless void. Penelope was no longer standing on the bloodied palace floors, but on the top of an hourglass. “Show yourself,” she demanded cautiously. She looked around. “I know you’re watching me, show yourself.”

Then, she spotted him. Sitting on the edge of the hour glass, body turned away, was Ares. The sight brought to the front of her mind the unpleasant memory of when she stood on the edge of the cliff of Ogygia. She shook the thought away and focused on the god. He didn’t look as ruthless as he once had been.

“You were never one for hellos,” Penelope mused. She refused to let much warmth or affection tint her tone.

Ares began to speak, but he kept his back turned to her. “I can’t help but wonder what this world could be if we all held each other with a bit more empathy…”

What?

“I can’t help but feel like I led you astray. What if there’s a world where we don’t have to live this way?”

Penelope processed her former mentor’s words silently. It was certainly not what she had expected from him, the god who represented the bloodshed of war. Her shoulders dropped as she exhaled.

“If that world exists…it’s far away from here. It’s one I’ll have to miss, for it’s far beyond my years,” Penelope bitterly surmised. The tunnel still seemed so dark, the light still so far away. She didn’t know how Ares could even wonder of a brighter world. But she guessed that this thought had been in his head for a while now.“You might live forever, so you can make it be. But I’ve got one endeavor. There’s someone I have to see.”

Silence passed between the two.

“Very well…” Ares replied. His voice was as deep as ever, but it had lost its harshness. He just sounded bittersweet, and it was a tone and feeling Penelope was used to now. Finally, he glanced at the woman he had mentored. She looked different. He couldn’t see the fire in her eyes he had ignited in her when she was young, as it had long since sizzled out.

Penelope’s eyes immediately fixated on Ares’ appearance. The entire right half of his helmet was destroyed and it revealed a massive scar on his face, pulsating and glowing. The resentment she still held towards him melted away. She had never seen his face before, not even a part of it.

His presence began to fade. The maroon sky returned to the palace ceilings, the ground beneath her back to its gory state. She mulled over his words until Telemache returned.

“Mother,” she said, “he’s waiting for you.”

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 140 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 140 – Rawkuma

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Takezou [thoughts]: Here comes the final push!!!

Side text: The hearts and the hands, together...!!

Chapter title: #140 -Harmony

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Chika [thoughts]: Next up is Momoya's...

Satowa [thoughts]: Momoya-kun's--

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Kota[memory]: So tomorrow, just do what you like best, Momoya.

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Suzuka [thoughts]: An arpeggio?

Suzuka [thoughts]: -No, this is...

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Thoughts: "The 9th Sound" from

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Thoughts: -The Roar of the Dragon

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Principal[memory]: Eh...?

Granny Nishina[memory]: Heh,

Granny Nishina[memory]: I can hear a dragon's cry.

Granny Nishina[memory]: No friends.

Granny Nishina[memory]: The cry of a lonely dragon.

Chika [thoughts]: This is... The part Hozuki did in Ryuusegun--...

Takezou [thoughts]: Why is Momoya-kun---

Chika [memory]: Let me tell you about our first performance!!!

Chika [memory]: If it wasn't for that performance, none of us would be here!

Phone Screen: "Ryuusegun"

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Suzuka: ---Ha...

Suzuka: Haha

Principal [thoughts]: In Ryuusegun, it was "The cry of a lonely dragon"

Granny Nishina [thoughts]: But this sound is like--

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Granny Nishina [thoughts]: I can hear those children laughter.

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Suzuka: Go...!

Suzuka [thoughts]: It's time to sweep over them all.

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Side text: The nine of them, together, ran towards this sound: Harmony!!

---Kono Oto Tomare! will be on a break next month!---

[nettylosesbraincells]

Would you...? [buddie x reader]

Summary: Eddie is finally happy, Y/N is bored and Buck is sad. What a great combination.

(In other words, I have no clue how to summarize this o_o)

I walked through the door just as Eddie landed on the couch, ending his dance performance in the empty house. I heard him laugh through the music as I closed the door behind me. He heard the door shut, his head popping over the couch. 

"Hi!" He said cheerfully. I raised an eyebrow at him, my mouth falling open when I noticed the missing mustache. 

"You shaved it!" I said loudly. He stood up, revealing his pantless legs to me. My eyes immediately dropped to his thighs. I licked my lips, looking back to his face, noticing the glint in his eyes. 

"Yeah, I did," he said, smiling. I furrowed my eyebrows, eyeing him.

"Why?" The question slips out faster than I can stop myself. Eddie lets out a laugh, shrugging.

"I'm done denying myself stuff I really want," he says. I blink at him a few times. 

"What does that have to do with facial hair?" He sees my confused face and laughs. Just then someone knocks at the door. I raise an eyebrow at him instead of asking if he is expecting someone, but he just shrugs and looks as confused as I did a moment ago. I turn to open the door, revealing a sad-looking Buck. He doesn't say a word, just walks in, pressing a can of Coke into my hand and a bottle of beer into Eddie's. He then walks around the couch and sits down. I close the door again, staring at the can in my hand. 

"Hello to you too?" I say, watching Eddie step over the couch to sit on the other side of it. I walk over to them, sitting down in between them. We sit in silence for a few moments, the two of them sipping on their beer. 

"So, why do you two have a beer and I got a can of coke?" I break the silence, finally opening the can in my hand and taking a sip. I can see both of them turn to look at me from the corners of my eyes. I look at Eddie first, then slowly turn to Buck, noticing the nearly identical expressions on their faces.

"Y/N, last time we gave you a beer you got drunk from one bottle and puked into my plant," Buck says. I make a face, Eddie quietly laughing.

"Yeah..." I let out, Buck's lips finally twitching into a smile as he looked at me. His eyes then slide a little to the side, and I know he finally noticed Eddie is missing the mustache.

"You shaved it!" He says loudly, making me let out a loud laugh. Eddie facepalms, wondering how he ended up with best friends like us.

"Yeah I did," he says, sipping on his beer. Buck shoots a confused look at me. I shrug.

"Apparently, the mustache was keeping him away from stuff he wants or something like that," I say, still not really sure what Eddie meant by that. Buck looks even more confused than before. I hear Eddie sigh.

"I'm not explaining it now. Can you two tell me why did you decide to show up at my house at-" he looks at the clock, "almost midnight?"

"I was bored."

"Tommy and I broke up."

There's silence for a second where you could hear a pin drop, before I loudly cheer at the same time as Eddie asks 'Why?'.

Buck shoves me, making me land in Eddie's lap as I giggle. Eddie places his hand over my mouth to shut me up, as he stares at Buck, waiting for an answer. I blink, looking at Eddie, seeing only his chin and up his nose from my angle, which makes me giggle even more for some reason, the sounds muffled by the palm of his hand.

"He said I'd only break his heart. He was my first and not my last. I don't know what that has to do with anything." Buck made a face, taking another sip of his beer. Eddie stared at him quietly, trying to process what he just heard. I push his hand away from my mouth.

"That's bullshit." I push myself up, blushing when I realize I have my hand on Eddie's naked thigh. I don't remove my hand, keeping myself upright.

"Why did he date you in the first place if he thought you would only break his heart? I swear I will punch him if I see him," I say angrily, feeling protective of my friend. Buck only shrugs, mumbling something about everyone leaving him. Eddie tenses behind me, taking in a deep breath. I can feel him turn towards Buck, placing his chin on my shoulder.

"Good thing you have us then. You are not getting rid of us," he smiles at Buck. I turn my head towards him, reading his expression. I lick my lips, looking at Buck.

"But you guys are my friends, I don't- We are not in a relationship. I can't keep anyone in a relationship with me." He says, his eyebrows furrowing. He looks frustrated. I swallow nervously, remembering my conversation with Eddie from a few weeks back.

"Would you..." I start, pausing, looking at Eddie uncertainly. He smiles at me and nods. I notice the hesitance from a few weeks back is no longer in his eyes, making me finish my question.

"Would you want to be in a relationship with us?" I ask softly, turning back to look at Buck who slowly lifts his head to stare at me. His eyebrows raise in question and then furrow before raising once again. I move slightly, sitting next to Eddie again, nervously fidgeting with my fingers.

"What do you mean?" Buck finally asks. I swallow, unsure what to say. Eddie clears his throat, one of his hands tracing patterns on my back as he looks at Buck.

"Exactly what it sounds like, we want a relationship with you. A romantic one." Eddie specifies when it looks like Buck is about to say he already has a relationship with us. 

"You two like me?" Buck asks. I roll my eyes as Eddie chuckles. 

"Buck, who wouldn't like you?" I ask, genuinely in disbelief of him thinking people wouldn't like him, but then I realize everyone actually usually leaves him. 

"I know people have left you before, but not because they didn't like you," I say quickly. 

"I'm not siding with them by saying that, I'm just saying I wouldn't leave you if you wouldn't want me to." I start slightly rambling as he just keeps looking at us, his eyes sliding from me to Eddie and back as he tries to read our expressions and find out if we are trying to make fun of him.

"Buck, we mean it," Eddie says softly, Buck's expression finally turning soft as well. 

"Since when? And you two are together?" He asks, leaning closer to us as he takes a sip of his beer. Eddie places his beer on the table.

"I liked you since I started working at the firehouse. But you were with Taylor at that time and she was really scary-looking when she saw me around you so I didn't really try to say anything? And when you two broke up I was already convinced you wouldn't like me anyway so.. yeah." I say, awkwardly scratching my neck. Eddie laughs at Buck's shocked expression. He shuts up immediately as Buck looks at him, waiting for his answer.

"Well, officially since you decided to push me over during the basketball game. Unofficially, after a very long and therapeutic conversation with Y/N a few weeks ago, probably since my first day at the 118." Eddie admits, his cheeks turning pink. Buck's eyes widen, mouth dropping open.

"The first day? Both of you? Eddie, I basically hated you on your first day!" I laugh as Buck is trying to wrap his mind around all this. After a few minutes of Buck just staring at us he speaks again.

"You didn't answer my question guys," he says teasingly. I smile, knowing we will be fine.

"No, we aren't together. We agreed that if we ever were going to, it would be with you as well. Because it would not be complete without you," I grin as I say the last part. Eddie nods.

"So, would you?" Eddie asks, impatience noticeable in his voice. I elbow him softly. We then both look expectantly at Buck, who is watching us with a fond smile, his eyes sparkling. He takes a deep breath and then finally responds.

"Yeah, I think I would like to." 

[daydreamsandafternoonteafics]

Where Do Broken Hearts Go?

A Let's Pretend It's Love drabble

Harry was tired.

Tired of the English rain that made the winter days colder, tired of bright grey mornings and dark cold nights, tired of the mundane routines of life but most of all he was tired of not having her.

So Harry did what he always did when he grew tired.

He packed up his things and took a drive to Holmes Chapel. It was his only place of solace when things got crazy. Things there were familiar and comforting. It was the only place he knew for sure where nothing and no one would give up on him.

It was past midnight when Harry arrived and he tried his hardest not to make any movements that would wake Anne and Robbin. But Anne knew her son well, well enough to recognize his clumsy footsteps whilst in the realm between asleep and awake. She knew him well enough to know where his safe place was.

It was no surprise when she woke and discovered her overgrown baby boy curled up in his childhood bed, having fallen asleep in a state of undressing, still clad in jeans with one sock on and one sock off. Anne decided she’d save the questions for later when he was alert and ready to answer them but she grew worried when later turned to afternoon.

“Morning, Mum.”

Anne jumped upon hearing her son’s drawl. It had not been long since she’d arrived home from grocery shopping and had stored things away in the fridge, making herself comfortable at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and a magazine. Contents of her mug splattered onto a glassy advert for a pair of Wellingtons.

“It’s afternoon you bugger.” she chided, the corner of her lips curving into a smile.

“Oh, right.”

His footsteps are quiet as he pads over, placing a chaste kiss upon his mother’s cheek before retreating to the fridge.

“So,” Anne begins. “what time did you get in last night?”

Harry shrugs, wiggling his toes into the kitchen tiles as he fixes his gaze into the refrigerator light.

“Late.” he replies simply, retrieving a container of ham.

“Got a job of some sort?” Anne questioned eyeing her son as he carefully nestled pieces of ham between two slices of bread, not even bothering to look at her.

“No, jus’ taking a little time off.”

“Hmm,” she hummed. “your birthday isn’t until another week.”

Harry shrugged again before going to join his mother at the table.

“I wanted to surprise you and check on Gem.”

Anne knows for a fact that something is bothering him and she’s hoping he’ll crack.

“They’re not going to find out the gender of the baby. They want it to be a surprise.”

“Nice.” he mumbles in response.

Anne’s eyes wander back to her magazine when the question finds her.

“How’s Presley?”

Harry pinches a piece of bread crust between his fingers and his heart sinks upon her question. He doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t want to admit that she’s the reason he’s down but he knows Anne can see right through him.

“Things aren’t so good.”

Her eyebrows raise and she knows she’s gotten to the root of the problem.

“You two break up?”

He sighs.

“Something like that.”

“Well,” Anne blinks. “it couldn’t have been mutual. You don’t sound too happy.”

“I’m just,” Harry sighs again. “ ’M just tired of not being good enough, tired of having my feelings toyed with.”

His words sting and Anne finds her motherly defenses kicking in.

“I didn’t know she was that type of girl.” she spat.

Harry shrugs.

“She’s still very lovely, regardless. It’s just the way I feel, ’s all.”

Her eyebrows pinch together and Anne finds herself confused.

“Well, why stick with a girl who makes you feel that way? Why not search for better?”

“It’s not that easy, Mum,” he sighs. “she’s my best friend and- I love her.”

Anne’s ears perk up at the four letter word. She’d heard only heard her son say it about a handful of women and it frightens her. She knows how he is, knows how hard he loves and knows how fragile his heart is.

“I know what you’re thinking, Mum but I want this-I want her so bad. She just keeps pulling away."

She sighs.

"I don’t know. I don’t know if you should waste your time. You shouldn’t spend your life waiting for someone who’s only going to hurt you.”

Harry wants to rebuttal but he knows his Mum is right. He know he should just give up, drop her and move on. But the desire is still there, the longing still tugs at his heart.

“You remember Hannah Browning? You went to primary school together and she used to live about a block away? Her mum would give you hair cuts when you were a boy?” Anne speaks, suddenly changing the subject.

“Name sounds familiar.” he mumbled.

“She’s back in town. You should reconnect. She was always such a nice girl.”

Harry shrugs.

“Maybe we should.”

His response seems to please Anne and Harry thinks maybe he should follow his mum’s suggestion. Maybe he should let her go.

If something comes back to you it’s meant to be yours.

[thesimmermo]

SEASON FINALE

After dinner, Morgan gets the kids ready for bed but Dirk paces back and forth throughout their bedroom waiting on her to come in. She finally makes her way into the room. Dirk is standing there watching her and a dark feeling fills her gut.

Morgan: What's wrong with you? Dirk: Nothing.

Morgan: Why are you yelling? What's wrong with you? Dirk: NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME MORGAN!

Morgan: I need you to calm your ass down and talk to me like I'm a human being right now. Relax.

Dirk: This is a lot, Morgan. Morgan: What's a lot? Dirk: This. *waves hands in circle* All of this.

Morgan: What? The kids? The house? Me? Us? What?! Dirk: All of it. I don't... I can't deal with it.

Morgan: Please, Dirk, I swear to God. Tell me you're joking right now. Dirk: I'm not. Morgan: That's why you've been going on all these trips and staying out late?

Dirk: *Silence* Morgan: You piece of shit! You've been doing all that extra work to avoid being here with your family? THE FAMILY YOU WANTED?! Are you fucking kidding me?

Dirk: It's too much. There's noise non-stop and always something to do. There's never any real peace here anymore. Morgan: Dirk... This is what you wanted. This is what we wanted. Now, after all this time... You finally come home... You kids happy to see you... Just to say you don't like being around them?

Dirk: That's not what I'm saying- Morgan: That's exactly what you're saying. You made the bed and now you don't want to lay in it. You can't handle the pressure or responsibility. What the fuck Dirk?

Dirk: I'm just saying that I need a break. I can't do this all the time. Morgan: But fuck me, huh? I have to do it all the time? Fuck me? Dirk: Morgan that's not what I'm saying. *steps forward*

Morgan: Don't you dare touch me. Dirk: Morgan, I'm... Morgan: You don't have to say it. You show it every single day. You show it in the way that you act! Dirk: I do what I do to provide. That's why I work so much.

Morgan: Oh motherfucker, swallow it! Don't try to change the tone and mood now that you hear how fucking dumb you sound. I do what I do to provide. You do what YOU do to avoid. I get up everyday and make sure that everyone in this house has 3 meals a day, gas in their cars, clean clothes, a clean house to come home too while also still managing my business from home. I never miss a fucking programming meet. I never miss a fucking football game. I never miss a fucking soccer game, talent show, awards show, and anything that my kids do.

Morgan: How dare you say something so insensitive and degrading? Those 6 out there, love you. I love you and you stand right here and act like fuck this family. You hate being here- Dirk: I don't hate- *walks away*

Morgan: You do. You resent it. You thought you wanted to be a family man but you changed... just like the seasons. You'd rather work from sun up to ass crack, than be here to see the fruit of your seed. It's always been fuck me so I don't care how you treat me but you make a decision now. Dirk: It was never fuck you. Morgan: It was fuck me after you made me feel like shit for having a hysterectomy. Something that I dreaded. But you will not, NEVER disrespect the lives of my children.

Dirk: Morgan, I want to be here for them but... Morgan: But not all the time. I get it. So let me tell you your 2 options. 1 you either fully invest and be the best damn dad that you can be or.... Dirk: Or what?

Dirk: WHAT MORGAN?!

Morgan: Or you get the fuck out.

Dirk is caught off guard and his heart is broken. He feels awful about what's happening right now. He doesn't want it to end like that but he sees a look on Morgan's face that he's never seen before. She's checked out.

Dirk: Morgan do you hear what you're saying? Morgan: I hear myself loud and clear. Do you hear what I'm saying? I cannot deal with you and your "when I want too" attitude. It's annoying. It's aggravating. It's childish. I take up for myself and my 6 kids. They don't need someone in their life who wants to be there... ALL THE TIME. So what are you going to do? Dirk: That's not fair.

At the door, Daze and DJ are listening. Their own bodies shaking and full of fear about their parents. DJ is livid by hearing the words from his dad's mouth and Daze feels like regardless, they'll be okay.

Morgan: Get out. Dirk: Morgan, I.. Morgan: You can't even look me in my face right now and tell me that you want to be here. That you want this life because you don't. You want to leave.. It's in your body language, you just don't want us to be mad.

Dirk sighs full of defeat. Morgan shakes her head and steps out of his way.

Morgan: You win dude. Don't go through here slamming doors and being mad. Do what you gotta do in silence, don't wake up my damn kids. Dirk: Morgan. Morgan: Goodnight.

Daze and DJ scurry away as Morgan opens the bedroom door. She sees them but she is too livid to even scold them. She sits on the couch and waits as Dirk packs some suitcases to leave. He walks past her and pauses but she holds her hand up to stop him before he even speaks. She points at the door and Dirk walks by with his head down.

He can't even look back as he walks outside the large house. He hears the lock click behind him and he feels like to world's biggest loser. Inside Morgan sighs a achy, heart broken sigh. She goes to bed and holds her breath not wanting to address her kids tomorrow.

In the end, life goes on. Even if it means we grow apart.