#after this he also said something like “if u break a leg or two we have medic nins to help so it's cool”

[kingkat12]

art on art (eric draven x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, oral sex (female receiving), drug mentions, nasty fluff tihi

summary: why hasn't Eric reached out after leaving rehab yet, and how long does it take for marker ink to fade?

word count: 5,272 PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

a/n: this is part 3 of my Eric Draven fanfic draw you! thanks again for the overwhelming support of this series, and enjoy!!<333

(not my gif!! if it's yours, pls reach out and i will tag u<3)

Some broken part of me never expected to see Eric again. I knew that the previous men in my life would leave the second they got what they wanted out of me, so why should I hope for this one to be different?

I had been out of rehab for exactly two weeks now, and I knew this meant that Eric was out as well. He had my address, he had my number, and he weirdly enough also had my email address... yet I hadn't heard anything from him. Not a single thing. I wasn't quite sure why my heart was breaking at the realization I had been thrown away again-- I should be used to this.

In actuality, I knew exactly why my hopes were up.

The last time I saw Eric, had been right before I was about to leave rehab. We were standing in my room, the guards no longer watching me as I was technically excused and only there to get my stuff. I was packing everything into a big cardboard box, unable to meet Eric's green eyes as he sat on my bed-- he just looked so damn sad, I couldn't bring myself to watch. 

At the same time, I couldn't believe that he was upset about me leaving; no one had ever cared for me like that before. "Why do you look like that?" I eventually asked, stuffing his drawings into a book so that they wouldn't get ruined during the move. 

"Like what?"

"Like I'm about to shoot a puppy,"

Eric snorted, a slight smile finally forming across his lips. "Just thinking about how shit these next days are going to be without you here,"

I dared to gaze at him, watching his chest rise and fall in a long sigh. Even while doing the simplest act of sitting, Eric looked downright gorgeous. His dark hair had grown even longer during the time we had known each other, which allowed slight curls to form along his forehead. Draped in pink, tattoos peeking up from the collar of his jumper, green eyes soft with feelings-- the sight was almost enough to make my breath hitch.

"Oh, you won't notice I'm gone," I mumbled, trying to lighten the mood at the same time as I tried to be discreet about shoving my underwear down into the box. "Time will fly by, don't you worry."

Eric shifted, moving closer to the edge of the bed. He stopped me from picking up the next batch of my stuff, leading my hands into his as his rounded eyes sunk into mine. "You're saying that as though I won't miss you,"

I held my breath, unsure what to say. 

Eric noticed my hesitance, squeezing my hands; "I will miss you. Do you understand that?"

Oh, I most certainly did not understand that. Not at all. But it didn't stop my heart from swelling, beating harder than it probably ever had before. It also didn't get any better when Eric led me between his legs, letting go of my hands so that he could put his against my waist. He looked up at me through his thick, long lashes, clearly trying to make me understand the longing lingering in his body. "Will you miss me?"

There was no question in my mind that I would. I'd miss him every second of every day, as I already did. However, I wasn't sure whether it was smart to tell him this, or whether that would make him lose interest like my previous flings. But weirdly enough, something told me I could trust this guy-- or was that just his pretty face doing the talking? "I will," I said, taking his face into my hands, brushing my thumbs over his cheeks in a newfound sense of affection.

Eric's previously glossy look suddenly became a hopeful one-- he pulled me even closer, my hands going up into his hair as he buried his face against the crook of my neck. 

There was something so sincere about him, that I couldn't help but smile. Even now, as I remembered it. Was I stupid to imagine that it had all been real? That he hadn't acted like he would miss me just out of pity?

This was definitely my insecurity talking. I needed to get it all out of my head-- which is exactly why I ended up going out tonight, my friends by my side as we made our way into our usual spot at the club downtown. Being back in the darkness of this place, music blasting through my ears, brought a lot of memories back; specifically the dark ones. 

However, I wasn't drinking. I wasn't taking anything, and I wasn't planning on doing so. In the back of my mind, I kept imagining a scenario where Eric would finally reach out and find me relapsed... and that was certainly not ideal. Then he'd definitely not want to be with me.

Maybe I just needed to forget about him?

And so I began trying-- it didn't take long before I sat down next to some guy trying to tell me about his life story. I had never been this disinterested in my life, allowing him to put his arm around me as I stared up at the light-show on display across the roof, lost in thought.

I wondered where Eric was. What he was doing, who he was with, where he was. Whether he thought about me at all. It quickly hit me that being sober at a club took away all the fun, and with alcohol floating around right before my eyes, I wondered whether I should bother staying sober or not. I didn't exactly have anyone to stay clean for, as I thought I would. 

And just as I was about to ask the guy next to me whether I could have the tiniest sip of his beer, I spotted a familiar tall frame across the room. I blinked several times, straightening up in my seat as though I was a woman possessed. I was sure it was him-- I immediately knew the second I saw the tattooed poem on his back peeking through the top of his shirt.

As though I had heard a gunshot, I got up from the couch, my whole body tingling with unexpected excitement. This was an adrenaline surge unlike anything drugs could give me, and it only grew stronger as Eric seemed to be leaving. 

Panicked, I sped up into a light jog despite being in heels, making my way through the crowd on the dancefloor. It didn't take long before I caught up to him, grabbing the sleeve of his shirt.

Eric had a bewildered look about him as he frantically searched who it could be that had held him back from leaving. When his big, green eyes finally landed on me, they widened as he broke out into a look of relief. "There you are!" he exclaimed, his large hands grabbing my shoulders. "I've been looking for you all over!--"

I was sure I would've started crying if I hadn't reached for the collar of his shirt, tugging him down to my level to press my lips against his in the neediest kiss I had probably ever shared. I flung my arms around his neck as he pulled me closer, both of us letting out relieved sighs at our reunion. 

I wanted to stay like this forever, swimming in the bliss of being reunited with the man who had haunted my every waking thought. However, I couldn't let myself revel in the joy before I got the answer to my question; "You never called!" I said, my hands now at the sides of his face. "You never fucking called!"

Eric hummed, connecting our foreheads as he closed his eyes. "I did... just from a different number. You never answered, so I had to track you down all the way here,"

My thumbs stroked over his cheeks, my anger simmering down into a slow ache. The thought of Eric calling without getting a response made me feel worse than bad. "How?" was all I was able to say, leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose.

Eric blushed a little before pulling away, and I was unsure whether the reason for my sudden dizziness was the loud music or his smile. God, he was gorgeous. "Our dealers are cousins," he said, wrapping his arms around my waist as we swayed on the dance floor. "And your guy told me I could find you here."

"I see," The loving look in Eric's eyes nearly made me melt— it was clear that he had missed me as well. But my questions kept coming to me; "Why did you get a different number? Is everything alright?"

With that, Eric's smile faltered just a little. His grip around my waist tightened as he brought one hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear in a loving gesture. "I... suppose there's a lot I have to tell you, now that I've come all this way,"

I could sense that this was serious— I had seen enough of those guilty eyes for one lifetime. "I see," I repeated, pulling him in for another kiss, reveling in the feeling of tasting him again. There was nothing I had missed more about rehab than this. "Let's talk it out somewhere else, then?"

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It wasn't every day that I brought back men from the club— my policy was no men at my place at all, just in case I encountered a serial killer in disguise. But this thing with Eric was different; he could've moved in for all I cared. He could also proceed to burn it all down, rip me apart with his bare hands, and I'd let him.

However, the difference between Eric and the other men in my life was that I knew, deep down in my heart, that he would never hurt me; which is why I let him into my apartment.

I watched as Eric took a look around, his hands tucked into his front pockets as he whistled; "Quite the place,"

Shrugging, I made my way towards him as he towered over everything in my living room. "Sure is,"

Eric turned to me, a raised brow on display. "You're telling me you're loaded?"

I felt a bit embarrassed— I knew that once Eric found out the truth, he'd think of me just as all the other ones did. The spoiled girl who had nothing else to do but turn to drugs to get a high out of life. I couldn't help but grow nervous, unsure how to explain the truth to him; "Well... It's my parents' money,"

Eric nodded to himself, stepping towards me. "Are they around much? I didn't see them visiting you in rehab,"

The truth stung. "They don't want to look their biggest disappointment in the eye," I mumbled, my gaze falling to my feet. "But they make sure I'm still alive, I suppose. So it's not that bad."

There was a silence before I suddenly felt Eric's long, slender fingers beneath my chin, tilting me up so that I could meet his gaze. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't this; compassion. "Their loss," he said, the emerald green of his eyes engulfing my being with unexpected kindness. "At least you got a great apartment out of it."

I let out a warm laugh, now keening against the palm of his hand as he placed it to my cheek. "I've missed you,"

As Eric smiled down at me, it was obvious that his heart fluttered at the sight of me. I had never thought someone would ever look at me like that. "I've missed you too," he breathed. "Thought about you during every waking moment of every day. You have no idea how glad I am that I found you."

I could barely believe this was real— didn't stuff like this only happen in movies? "If only I had known you called," I mumbled, placing my hand on top of his. "Being without you was just hell... What happened?"

Eric inhaled a sharp breath, an unintelligible emotion swimming in his eyes. "I want to be honest with you, but... I'm afraid you'll run,"

In a flash of desperation, I placed his hand against my heart. "I have nowhere else to run but to you,"

Eric's green eyes rounded out, his lips parting in confusion— was I maybe not the only one stunned by the confessions of complete and utter love tonight? "I— Fuck," 

With that, Eric's strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me towards him as our lips came together in a hungry kiss. The sheer force of it, along with the element of surprise, nearly had me stumbling a few steps back. But Eric only followed; I nearly moaned out as I felt his tongue against mine, my hands flying up into his dark locks and pulling him closer. I had missed him more than I had ever missed anything in the world, including drugs— all my swarming feelings of never-dying love had me pushing away all my needs for an answer from him regarding his phone, and I let my back hit the surface of the couch as Eric hovered above me.

"Missed you," he breathed in between kisses, a slight growl to his voice. Something told me Eric was trying to melt himself into me to make sure we would never be apart again— it only made my need for him stronger. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his tall figure as I attempted to pull him even closer than he already was. 

Fuck, his lips were so soft. Deadly soft. The way Eric was nipping at my lower lip, occasionally sinking his teeth into it to draw out a whimper, was making a familiar knot form in my lower abdomen. I barely registered that my dress was gone before I watched him discard his shirt somewhere on the floor— now that we finally had time, I let my fingers run over his tattoos, smiling into the next kiss as I realized we would finally have that messy morning I was promised. I couldn't wait to lie in his arms, tracing every piece of art on his skin, taking it all in— this was heaven. Everything about finally being alone with Eric was heaven. 

"Missed you too," I eventually managed to moan out, feeling him grow hard against the apex of my thighs. "I don't ever want to be without you again." My breath hitched as Eric left wet kisses down jaw, neck, breasts, and stomach, knowing exactly where he was heading. I drew my hand towards my mouth, gently biting down to suppress a rather girly squeal. 

"You'll never be," Eric purred against my skin, sinking his teeth gently into my thigh to evoke a sound. "If you think we're ever going to be apart from now on, I need you to scour that pretty little brain of yours once more."

It was impossible not to smile, and I squirmed against the couch before Eric's big, strong hands grabbed my hips, holding me in place as he pressed a kiss against my clothed sex. However, I couldn't shake the feeling that he was doing this to avoid telling me what had happened in the moments we had been apart. Despite wanting to give in to the pleasure, let him tease me and keep me on the edge through the night, my mind wouldn't let me.

In the moment Eric threw my underwear to the floor, now kissing up my thighs and leaving me breathless, I propped myself up on my elbows; "Hold on," I breathed, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair in hopes of getting his attention. "Eric, wait--"

As he looked up at me through his brows, eyes wide with confusion as he paused for me, I didn't know whether I could go through with it. This moment was so damn precious, something I had been longing for ever since the moment I saw him; so why couldn't it wait? With a sigh, I laid back down. 

"You okay?" Eric asked, his thumb rubbing a soothing circle against my hipbone. "Wanna stop?"

That was definitely not it-- I let in a lazy breath, my eyelids drooping over my eyes as my body shivered at the feeling of his hot breath against my cunt. Everything about this situation was making my brain shut down. "No... I don't want to stop," My hands reached for his, and Eric let out a hum, his free hand now ghosting over my sex. "Just wondering whether you drew it or not."

"Drew what?"

"What we did in that stairwell,"

Eric's eyes sparkled with amusement as he laughed, placing a wet kiss against the inside of my thigh. "You bet I did,"

"Will you show me?"

He hummed against my skin; "Later... I'm a little busy here, as you see," Eric hooked his arms around my legs, dragging me closer to him as I yelped. I could only laugh, the realization that I had finally gotten all I had ever wanted hitting me just as I felt the warm trickle of spit running down my cunt-- my hips bucked up in surprise, my breath escaping me. I was about to prop myself up on my elbows for a second time, hoping to get a look at what the fuck he was doing, but as he ran his tongue up between my folds with a ridiculously soft touch, I could only whimper.

The memory of Eric saying he would take his time with me when we were out of rehab suddenly dawned on me-- I was in for the long run.

It didn't take long before he had me writhing beneath him, a whimpering, panting mess. With every swirl of his tongue around my clit, every time he sucked in my aching bud between his plush lips, I held back the urge to buck my hips up against him. It got increasingly hard to keep still, especially when Eric pulled away to simply breathe down on my sex, knowing exactly where he had me. 

"Fuck," I cried, reaching down to run my fingers through his hair-- I did my best not to tighten my grip, fighting the urge to use his dark locks as handles. 

I could feel Eric smiling against me, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my clit; my breath immediately hitched, bucking up against his mouth in an attempt to beg for more. His fingers dug themselves into my thighs, driving my legs further apart as he made space for his broad shoulders. I whined at the loss of friction when he tilted his head to look up at me, and a shiver ran up my spine at the look of his face, slicked with my arousal. 

A mischievous smile spread across Eric's plush, glistening lips; "Someone's impatient,"

I could feel my cheeks redden with embarrassment, lolling my head back down against the couch-- looking at him only made it worse. "Can you blame me? You're doing this on purpose," 

Eric hummed, one hand leaving my thigh to lazily rub soft circles around my clit, using my slick as a lubricant. It only made me squirm, letting out a shaky moan as my back arched slightly off the couch. Even worse, was that I started to feel a small tremble appearing in my hands. "Can't handle a little teasing?" he said, biting his lip as he watched me attempt to suppress my noises. "You keep saying you've waited for me... What happened to your patience?"

I held back the urge to simply kick him-- but that thought immediately slipped out of my mind the second Eric flattened his tongue against me, licking a stripe all the way up to my swollen clit. It was impossible to suppress the hitch of my breath, and the tug I gave his hair in response was purely instinctual. It surprised me further to hear him enjoy it; I decided to keep that observation stored for later.

I had a feeling Eric knew my mind was buzzing, that he wouldn't be able to toy with me much longer. There might've been a few giveaways that I was at my wit's end-- all of which left me feeling like an even bigger mess than I already was beneath him. "I- I can't," I whined, my words leaving me as Eric sucked me in once more. "Wait, please!--"

He hummed against me, now pressing his lips against the crease of my thigh as a chuckle built in his throat. "Fine, fine," he said, playfully sinking his teeth into my skin, his green eyes watching my every move. "I suppose I'm dragging this out... I don't know why I'm feeling nervous."

Nervous? Eric didn't look very nervous to me. "It's just me, though?" I tried, attempting to catch my breath as I laid my hand on top of his. My next words came out shakier than anticipated, especially now that he was kissing way back up my body; "You don't need to be nervous."

Eric hummed, his large, tattooed hands kneading my chest, kissing along the hem of my bra. "It's just... When you left rehab," he started, his lips pressing along my collarbones. "I realized it took me days to recover after a dream with you in it."

The rush of joy surging through my veins reminded me of a hit of amphetamine-- it was all-taking, consuming, and I wanted nothing more than to press him so closely that we'd melt together. "Eric--"

"I've drawn you over and over," he breathed, kissing up my neck with a toe-curling softness. "In every way possible. Imagined the way you'd look at me after waking up in the morning, how it would feel to kiss your pretty little face good night..." Eric's lips hovered above mine, our shared breaths hot and shaky against one another as he whispered against me; "I want you to burn into me like warm glass, mold into one. It sounds insane, but... how else can I ensure we stay together?"

My eyes were wide, finding his, as my hands reached up to cup his face. Like this, I finally had the time to admire the tattoo above his right brow, the deep scar on his cheek, and the tattoo above it. I stroked my thumb over the ink, holding back from connecting our lips just yet; "If you think I'm ever leaving you, I need you to scour that pretty little brain of yours" I breathed, watching his pupils dilate as I bit back a smug smile. "Do I need to remind you that I'm all yours?" My fingers now ghosted over his lips, still wet with my slick, as an idea suddenly hit me. "Actually..."

Eric watched in confusion as I shifted beneath him, now reaching for the table right by the couch. There, I had left a marker which I had previously used to write a birthday card, and I took it into my hand before laying back down, looking up at the puzzled look on his face. "I'm not able to physically melt into you, but..." 

Eric's green eyes widened further, watching as I popped the cap and drew a tiny little heart on the peak of his shoulder.

I met his gaze, beaming up at him; "I can leave my mark,"

The most unexpected thing happened-- The sight of Eric welling up in tears was not something I had counted on when I let my impulses take the lead. For a second, I got genuinely worried I had overstepped all boundaries until he pinned my hand above my head and pressed a needy, passionate kiss against my lips.

I couldn't control the moan that escaped me, my hips bucking up against his, feeling his hard length grind down and brush up against my clit as our chests came together, pulling each other in as close as possible. The need I felt for Eric was undescribable, ravaging through my being-- I had never wanted anyone as bad as this. 

Mind dulled by anticipation and pleasure, I barely registered that he had managed to pry the marker from my fingers and pull it into his hand. Eric disconnected the kiss, pressing his wet lips against my cheek before propping himself up on his knees, scanning his canvas. "I'm definitely dreaming now," he whispered, mostly to himself, hovering above me as he drove the marker tip to the point where my ribs met on my chest. 

I could only smile, watching my favourite artist at work with admiration blossoming in my chest. Knowing I would be decorated with his work made me even more hot and bothered; I did my best to get a look at what he was drawing without disrupting his process. 

Eric drew a line down my chest, a few leaves scattered along it-- it dawned on me that he was drawing a rose. A beautiful, big rose, with that same scratchy style that I recognized from his previous creations. I watched him dart his tongue out, keeping it between his lips, focused; I couldn't help but find it endearing.

"Art on art," he breathed, pulling away to drink in the sight of what he had drawn on my body. Eric's green eyes found mine, his shy smile returning to his plush, glistening lips. "You're beautiful. You're so beautiful."

"So are you," I held back the urge to cry happy tears, my hands reaching out for him. "I love it, Eric. I'm scared of needles, so I won't be able to get this tattooed... Meaning you'll have to draw it over and over. Would you do that for me?"

Eric let out a choked laugh, eyes glossing over as he put the cap back on the marker, discarding it somewhere before returning to his place above me. "I'd do anything for you,"

I hadn't smiled so brightly in what felt like years. Like this, at this moment, I was sure this was it. He was it. 

Before I knew it, we were completely lost in the fiery kiss that ensued-- Eric's tongue against mine, hands lost around my waist as my fingers hooked into his dark locks, our chests heaving at one another. I was so gone, so dizzyingly aroused, that when I felt his thick cock pushing past my sopping entrance, I could only gasp. 

Eric let out a grunt, both of us moaning into the kiss at the immediate relief-- I could barely believe that this was real, that we were back as one. In a sense, this was the melting together that we had both craved so badly. 

My nails dug into his back, leaving crescent marks in their wake as I let him push further into me. Eric buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a breathy groan against my skin when he finally moved. His cock stroked my walls the same way it had that one evening in the stairwell, the exact feeling I had chased as I buried my fingers deep inside of me every night since-- I had forgotten how the real deal had felt. How mind-numbingly good it felt to have Eric in me.

I whimpered as I felt his cock throb upwards, immediately hitting my sweet spot, and I wrapped my legs around him, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. Knowing I bared his mark on my chest, knowing he had dreamed of this as well, only strengthened the electricity running all the way up to the tips of my fingers. I didn't know how I was supposed to last long at all, especially when I heard Eric moan out my name-- I shivered, pressing my lips against the heart I had drawn on his shoulder. 

I noticed a blush creep up his cheeks before he connected our lips once more, but it was hard to kiss properly when we were both in a heavy daze of pleasure-- we ended up mostly breathing against one another, Eric's green eyes watching as I let out a string of moans with every stroke of his cock. 

"You're everything," Eric rambled, nipping at my lower lip to suppress another grunt. "You're everything, you're-- Fuck!--" His hands dug into my hips, fucking me properly into the couch as he deepened his thrusts. 

My heart fluttered in my marked chest as I realized we were both looking down to watch our union-- the sight of Eric's cock pumping in and out of me, the wet sounds of our love filling the room, was almost enough to bring me over the edge. I also caught a glimpse of the petals drawn over my body, realizing I was admiring both the art and his body against mine. 

My back arched off the couch as Eric shifted, angling his thrusts upwards-- now, he was dead on pumping his cock against my sweet spot, which had me mewling out against his lips. "Eric, I-- I'm not gonna last, a-ah!--"

With glossy eyes, I watched a smirk spread across Eric's lips; "Let go if you need to," he cooed, his dark hair now kissing his forehead as he let out a laboured grunt. "We'll go again, baby-- hah, don't worry."

That was all I needed-- my heart fluttered, realizing we had all the time in the world to fuck all through the night. 

Forever, if we wanted to.

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This was nice. Stupidly nice. Nothing in my life had prepared me for this moment.

The softness of his fingers running up my bare shoulder, the kindness with which he bathed me-- I didn't even know this existed before now. I looked up at Eric, my head nuzzled against his broad, tattooed chest as we lay in post-coital bliss. I reached out to trace the heart I had marked him with, and I wondered what else I could draw on his beautiful body.

However, I knew I had to ask the question he hadn't been willing to answer yet. I had to look past how heavy his beautiful lashes looked in his drowsy state, and how badly I wanted to reach out and trace the upward slope of his nose, to ask what needed to be asked. "Eric?"

He hummed, glancing down at me. 

It was incredibly hard to take my eyes off his kiss-swollen lips. "You never told me,"

"Told you what?"

It felt as though we'd had this conversation about three times now; "You didn't tell me why you changed your number. Or why you waited to reach out. Or, better yet, why you didn't just show up here... I even gave you my address," I couldn't stop the imminent pout appearing across my lips-- I had forgotten how upset I was about this. "I waited for you. I nearly drove myself crazy thinking I'd imagined it all."

Sighing, Eric's gaze diverted to the ceiling. "I'm sorry. I will tell you everything. Just... could I have one more day?"

"What?" Something told me that his secret was a lot more damning than I initially thought-- why was he so reluctant to tell me? Did he think it would change how I felt?

"One more day," he echoed, his tattoed hand mindlessly traveling up into my hair as his eyes glossed over.  "Just give me one more day..."

I didn't know what to say, at a loss for words. Instead, I popped the cap to the marker in my hand, realizing I wouldn't be the one to deny him his one wish. Eric closed his eyes with a sigh of relief as he felt the tip of the marker against his skin once more; time was a gift I was willing to give him.

I was willing to give him absolutely anything he'd ever want-- I just hoped it wouldn't be the death of me.

(a/n: PART 1 and PART 2 linked here<33 thank you for reading!!)

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Hello, dear reader. I'd like to make a wish for Rhaenyra's little sister, maybe a year or two. And she never liked Alicent, who after marrying the king tries (along with Otto) to demote her to bastard status (but Viserys loves his little girl too much to do this to her). Of course, things get even worse when Rhaenyra's sister gets engaged to Harwin...

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Harwin Strong*Suitable Match

Pairing: Harwin x f!reader

Word count: 1320

Warnings: Step parent hating step child, secret relationship, kind of implied smut

a/n: ahh thank u sm for being so sweet and ofc request as much or talk however much u want. sorry i didnt reply sooner i just didnt want to lose the request x

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A life of a princess was something to envy. Well so many had claimed however after the death of your mother life felt like an ever falling spiral. Your sister began to grow closer to Alicent after the death and while you were happy for her to have a friend Alicent had always been unkind to you.

It had started small with her asking Rhaenyra not to let you join in their games to her unpicking your needle work whenever you would wander off to stretch your legs. Soon you gave up on even trying to be nice to her. anytime she was invited to dinner was met with loud sighs from you.

“Why does she hate me?” you pouted one night as Rhaenyra upbraided your hair.

Your sister rolled her eyes as she began to brush your hair out, “She doesn’t hate you. she’s just not used to a little sister,”

“She’s mean,”

“Cmon she isn’t that bad?”

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You didn’t want to say I told you so when Alicent was betrothed to your father but the look on your face said it for you. at least Rhaenyra was able to marry and move away. you were instead stuck living at court with your evil stepmother and her spawn. Well, the children were kind to you, but Alicent constantly used them to get under your skin.

She’d send toddler Aegon running over with pretend crown shouting that he was going to be king. Or she would have a 2-year-old Aemond claim he was your husband. She tried to make Helena spill wine on your dress one time, but the poor girl burst into tears and confessed to you instantly.

Instead Alicent settled on insisting that your chambers were given to Aegon. Something you managed to convince your father against from at first but soon you were moved to a wing of the castle usually just for guests. You would’ve complained about longer if you hadn’t realised your new chambers window overlooked the kings guard training ground.

From your window you’d pretend to be doing needle work while secretly watching break bones fling any man that challenged him like a rag doll. Eventually Harwin caught onto your staring and would send his own glimpses up between sparring. It was also handy that your chamber was only a short walk from the guards’ sleeping quarters and Harwin soon became a frequent private guest of yours.

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“Ser Barros is coming to court next week,” your father told you over a family dinner, “and I heard his son is looking for a wife,” he said, shooting you a hopeful glance.

“I heard he’s a fine man father,” you said kindly knowing full well it didn’t matter. Somehow every match they tried to make for you was sabotaged. The tall dark Baratheon boy was ever so keen for weeks for your hand then one day disappeared like a ghost. The gorgeous Lannister man that would bring you fine jewels suddenly decided a dornish match was of more importance. Even the Tarly boy you had courted had inexplicitly decided to join the nights watch. Every time Alicent wore the same twisted smile.

The only ones she didn’t send running were the incredibly old and decrepit looking men from minor houses, but it wasn’t hard to convince your father they weren’t suitable matches. “Perhaps we should set up a luncheon to great the boy,” Alicent suggested making your father smile widely. She really had twisted him around her finger.

-

“I wish I could stay here all day,” you pouted as you lay your head on Harwin’s bare chest.

His chuckle vibrated through you as his arm wrapped tight around your waist, “Me too princess but I have my duties and you have yours,”

“I thought your duty was to serve me,” you sighed dramatically, pretending to try get away.

Harwin laughed, his arms moving to cage you against the bed as he moved to lay over you, “I think I serve you just fine princess,” he said, his lips moving to kiss along your jaw.

“Oh yeah?” you asked and Harwin hummed in response as his kisses grew lower.

-

As expected Borros’s son went running after only a week and now you were in another awkward family dinner however unluckily for you the children all had the cold so now you were sat in stoney silence with just your father and Alicent. “You should really think about your future dear,” she said with a fake sweet smile, “We worry for you,”

Instead of replying you grabbed your wine, drinking a hefty sip of it. Viserys sighed, “Alicent is right dear. You must marry. At this point we’re going to have to start considering marrying you to a tree!” he said, flinging himself back in his chair. “Honestly what even happened between you and the boy?”

-

The days that followed were awkward to say the least. Alicent walked around smug as all hell and your father continued to sulk. You decided enough was enough and when Alicent went out to the sept you decided to track your father down. Unsurprisingly you found him staring over a model of the city.

“Father?” you greeted, walking closer to the tired looking man, “May we talk?”

“Of course, sweet child,” he said, nodding for you to sit beside him before sighing, “You know I worry for you?”

“I do father, and I do appreciate it,” you lied but did your best to look sympathetic to your clueless father, “but I was thinking. Well. I found another match you see father,” you spoke, and his head perked up as he waited for you to finally spit it out, “He’s sweet and kind and his family is well respected. You even like his father, and I was just thinking- “

“Out with-it child,”

You took a breath before finally asking, “Have you considered Harwin Strong yet father?” Viserys sighed, his eyes turning away but you continued, “Think about it! I’d be able to be at court and help Helena with her studies. Plus, you have four more children so four more matches. You already have the Velaryon which secures the crownlands. Harwin and I would secure the Riverlands. Then after you betrothed Helena, Aegon, Aemond, and Daeron you will have six of the seven kingdoms on your side. Your reach will go far especially if our children do the same,”

“You want to dilute the blood of old Valyria?” he asked, sounding exhausted as he spoke.

“No father, only strengthen it,” you said, moving to hold his hand, “Besides there is no other Targaryen or Velaryon to wed unless uncle daemon is brought back from exile- “you said but your father raised his hand to hush you.

He paused for a moment before nodding, “I will think about it. but for now, leave me. I have a lot to consider,”

“Thank you, father,”

-

Apparently Alicent must have missed this chamber meeting because somehow the news came back finally in your favour. Harwin would be your husband. You were so happy when your father told you that you instantly hugged him before rushing to find Harwin however that night at dinner Alicent shot you many dirty looks.

Finally, you had undermined her. you’d won. Well, that’s how it felt at first, but her glares began to sink into your skin till it itched. As the dinner ended, she tapped her cup with her fork, “A toast to my dear sweet daughter,” she smiled at you making your father beam, “May she have a marriage like ours,” she said, holding his hand tightly but you felt your stomach flutter.

“Here, here,” your father said, standing to kiss your cheek.

Alicent did the same, her arms twisting round your back into a bony hug, “Do not forget yourself darling,” she whispered sweetly in your ear, “You don’t win that easily,”

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[64sue]

𝑨 𝒃𝒐𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕 | 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒔

pairing: Lando Norris × fem reader/!girlfriend

summary: after a long race weekend you knew that Lando needed some rest but also wanted to celebrate his podium, you exactly knew how to do this...

warnings!: cute names (baby, honey stuff), soft smut I guess, tried to made smut okey?, unprotected sex

author note: !eng is not my first language! sorry for all mistakes, it's also my first fanfic, hope you'll enjoy this, love u all <3

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After the race atmosphere was awesome, Max collected another win in 2023 season and Lando with Charles were also on podium. You walked straight there with mechanics and engineers from McLaren team, to watch your boyfriend stands on the second place. You were watching him when he did his special spraying technique and had fun with Max and Charles. P2 in his home race - Silverstone, that was something and you want to enjoy this with him.

After the media pen, you and Lando went towards to McLaren motorhome, where were Zak, Oscar and rest of the team. They started to congrats Lando his podium in home GP. Zak hugged and congratulated him and when he realised that you stand behind everyone he went towards to you. He put his hand on your shoulder, you jumped under his touch because you didn't expect this, you were busy watching your boyfriend having fun with his team mate and team.

"You must be proud of your boyfriend, didn't you?"- Zak asked looked at his papaya drivers.

"Of course, I'm! Look at him, he is so happy"- you felt lil smile on your face when you looked at him once again.

"I'm the proudest girlfriend now, Oscar also did great today"- you gave Zak a nice smile.

"Yeah that's true, boys get along well and this is very important for the good of the team, they are also great racers" - he smiled to you.

"Ye...- you couldn't finish your sentence because you felt two strong arms wrapped around your waist - that was him, you can feel how you are melting under his touch.

"So you two guys are gossiping about me, right?"- Lando looked at you with a mixture of proud and sneaky.

"Uhh yeah pretty boy, you got us"- you blushed and looked at him with your puppy eyes, you know that it really turns him on...

Lando and you said goodbye to Zak and the team and went towards to his driver room. Lando closed the door, put down his trophy with big No.2 on it. Without a word he went closer to you and gave you massive, warmly and lil sweaty hug. You two stayed like this for a moment, you moved closer to his ear and whisper softly

"I'm so proud of you baby, you did a great job today".

You feel lil smile on his face, he raised his head and gave you gentle kiss on your forehead, you started to smile either when you lost in his beautiful eyes. You was overjoyed that you can enjoy his happiness with him so close. Lando break the silence

"I need to take a quick shower, then we can go back to the hotel" - smiled slightly, you nooded as an agreement.

After 30 minutes, you left Silverstone paddock together. You went to his McLaren 765LT Spider. When you reach the hotel, you met with crowd of fans with papaya caps and shirts, amazing view... When you get off from Lando's McLaren, you waited for him watching him take a photos with his fans and give them autographs. After 5 minutes he took your hand and you went straight to the hotel room.

When you finally entered to your hotel room you went to the bathroom to take a shower and do your daily skin care. You wear black short gym leggings and oversized dark pink shirt. Before left you applicated a colourless but shiny lip gloss. When you left the bathroom you saw Lando just in his grey sweatpants and boxers, standing in the middle of the room, he talked with someone from McLaren. You got an idea.... He stands with his back to you and he didn't hear when you left the bathroom. You waited for him to finish the call leaning against the door frame. You had time to observe your beautiful boyfriend. You could take a look at each inch of him.

Finally when he put the phone down, he suddenly felt warmth around his hips. You hug him from behind as tightly as you could. You loosen your grip so he could turn to you. Lando started to look at you still with a lil shock but with smile on his face. You started to staring into his big beautiful blue eyes, they are so... oh god you lost in them again...

Lando staring into your beautiful face too, tried to look and remember every part of it. Finally your eyes meeting in an electric gaze.

"What did I do to deserve such surprises, hm baby?"- he smirked.

You put your best puppy eyes with quick answer

"My pretty boy always deserves for all the best surprises"- you didn't wait long for the response.

He moved closer to you and close the gap between you in softly and warmly kiss. Lando put his hands on your waist, and you put your hands on back of his neck.

The kiss turned into two tongues fight. Lando grabbed your waist and you wrapped your legs on his hips. Your hands moved into his dark brown curls, you love to touch them this way. He break the kiss to take a breath and looking straight to your eyes, at the same time he walked towards the bed. He tasted so good, you had no idea how bad you needed this.

Lando gently pushed you into bed. He walked on the top of you this way you were between his legs. Lan closed the gap between your lips again, this time with more dominant kiss and placed his hand on your cheek.

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His other hand found way under your shirt and he started to play with your boobie and nipple. You moaned into his mouth during the kiss with a pleasure, you can feel how bad you are melting under his touch.

Lando moved down to your neck placed a gentle kisses on them. Still playing with your nipple, he started to make on your neck some hickeys, you moaned but louder this time. You put your hands into his brown fluffy curls and felt you getting wet. In the same time Lan squeezed your boobie and lifted his head so he could look at you, focusing your full attention on him. You nodded with agreement, in one smooth move he took off your shirt and started to suck your nipple.

"Lan pleaaaase baby please"- you moaned.

He lifted his head to look at you, moved closer to your ear and whisper

"Tell me baby, what you want me to do to you", he said with this his sassy gaze.

He started to place more hickeys but this time on your soft boobies.

"Fuck me Lan, fuck me baby pleaseee".

You felt a lil smile on his face. Then you felt warm lips on yours and in the same time Lando started to rip you from your gym pants and underwear. He moved his strong arm higher and higher up your thigh. Your needy pussy were completely wet now. He lowered his head.

"Lan pleaa..."- you begged him but you weren't able to finish when you felt his tongue against your clit. You moaned loudly and threw your head back. Lan licked and tasted every inch of you and you two enjoyed this.

"Lan I'm so closee"- you moaned.

He slow down and gave you a few kisses on your wet pussy.

"Beg me baby, beg me how bad you want to come, come for me"- he smirked with proud. You did exactly what he wanted.

"Please pretty boy please, let me come"

You moaned so loud when he put his two fingers into your wet, needy pussy. You moaned with a pleasure. He started to move them slowly.

"Lan faster, pleeease baby fasteeer", you can't help because you moaned after every word what's even more turned Lando on.

"L Laan I'm c closee" you moaned to him.

He moved his fingers a lil bit faster when you finally came into his fingers. He put out his fingers from you and started to placed gentle kisses on your thighs. Then he went higher and higher and finally he went again to your boobies, started to do circles with his tongue on your nipple. You played with his god damn good curls.

When he lifted his head you put your hands on the back of his head and placed soft kisses on his neck, you can feel him melting under your touch. You whisper to him

"Lan fuck me please, fuck me as hard as you can babyy".

You lifted up and switched the position, now you were on top of Lando, in quick moves you rip off his sweatpants, now he was just in his boxers. He was between you legs so you started to move your hips on his. You can feel how hard he is, Lan grab your hips and moved his arms with them. Now he moaned and begged for more, for entering into you.

"So pretty boy, what do you want me to do to you hmm?"- you decided to play with his own game.

You can't help, in one smooth movement you took off his boxers and now you can see how big and hard he is.

"I.."- he wasn't able to finish when you grabbed his chock in one hand and the other gripped on his hips. You started slowly moved your hand up and down and then quicker and quicker. Lan moaned as you last time and even louder and threw his head back.

"Babyy I I'm cloo ose" he moaned.

"I want you to cum into me babyy".

You didn't have to wait for an answer. Lando grabbed your waist and now he was again on top and you layed on bed. You wrapped your legs around his hips and put your arms around his neck and he finally can entered into you. You two moaned loudly. Lan entered slowly but started to move his hips faster and faster. You enjoy this feeling when his big chock filled perfectly your tight pussy.

"Ha arder L Lan h harder" your words were punctuated by moans. Lando went faster and harder, you were so close to come.

Seconds later you felt his warm cum filled up all over your clit. You came a moment after him. It felt fuckin wonderful. He placed a few kisses on your neck. He put out his wet dick from your pussy and lay down next to you.

When he looked at you he started to smile. You played with his curls and think how perfect they are. You moved closer to him and whisper

"You did so perfect honey, I'm so proud of you"

He smirked and asked - "you mean on track or here, baby?" - asked with this his sassy smile but you fuckin love this and he knew this. You blushed and rolled your eyes

"Both" - you put your sneaky smirk on. You didn't wait long when Lando moved his hand on your cheek and closed the gap in a soft, gentle kiss on your lips.

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[nightqueen1221]

Can we please get Loona General Relationship Headcanons please? Thanks for your time!

I am so unbelievably sorry this is so late.😭😭😭 I was going through some mental shit, it was difficult, but I'm getting back on track.

-She is very rusty on how a relationship works. She hasn't had a very healthy relationship with most people in her life, even though Blitzø tries his best to be a good father.

-She steps into it very nervously. She is super cautious on everything she does.

-She is clearly doing her best, even at moments of outrage, she'll come and apologize a few hours later.

-She texts about every week if she can't be near you. Mostly little things like, "How r u? Miss u❤️"

-While she absolutely loves going out to eat or shopping as dates, her favorite are watching movies, all cuddled up in a blanket with popcorn on the table. (Blitzø totally isn't taking a billion pictures behind her back.)

-Head nuzzles are a must. Both her hands on the side of your face with your foreheads pressed against one another. She would whisper words of love and adoration.

-She is totally fine with sharing things like clothes or makeup with you, as long as you give it back.

-Half of the photos in her phone are of you or the two of you. She often looks at them before she goes to sleep or after a phone call. (She would kill before she would admit this.)

-Is honestly very chill about all of this on the outside, but can internally be very panicked. She doesn't want to break up over a mistake or misunderstanding, even though this is a normal fear, she's experienced it far too much in her life.

-She says that she doesn't talk about you too much, but she'll talk about you to anyone who wants to listen.

-The downside might be Blitzø. She will be very careful about how the two of you meet. She would take weeks just to convince Blitzø to not make himself look like an idiot infront of you.

-He doesn't have an issue with you, but meeting him would start off with a handshake and him saying, "Hi there! Name's Blitzø, the 'o' is silent." Before pulling you closer for a 'private conversation' going something like, "If you ever break her heart, no one will be finding your body." Before he goes back to being more cheerful.

-I wouldn't say she's jealous, but she is definitely protective of you. Seeing someone flirt with you makes her angry but also a little insecure sometimes. She thinks that maybe you'll find someone better.

-She usually just drops very non casual hints that you're with her, while she stares at the person hitting on you.

-While she might want to punch someone's lights out for they way they talk about you, she won't get physical until they do. Then I don't think anyone could really tear her off them.

-Her tail sometimes wraps around you unconsciously. Mostly around the legs or rarely hip.

-She doesn't kiss all the time, but likes to do at as a form of greeting or goodbye. As I said earlier, it's head nuzzles that she loves the most.

-She's more carefree around you. It's like a breath of fresh air to be with someone that really loves her, besides Blitzø.

[g-xix]

Christmas Imagines! | George Clarkey

-Waking up 1st December and deciding that it's time to get the Christmas decorations out.

-You wake George up and whilst he's still huffing and grumbling you make two coffees because you are absolutely BUZZING for the day to begin and want the energy to absolutely power through the day

-George comes downstairs in grey sweats and a beige jumper n u literally have to drag him back upstairs and wrestle the beige off to replace it with a seasonal sweater

-At least after having his coffee he seemed a bit more excited to start the Christmas decorations, asking whether you'd be interested in putting up a snowman with him, made entirely from fake snow just to confuse everyone as to how we had a snowman whilst it hadn't snowed since last year. -He was met with a surprising yes-but-only-if-we-also-make-him-look-like-frosty

-The two of you got to work on the lights firstly though, wrapping fairy lights around the balcony and over every surface in the house which blue-tack could hold it against

-George came back from the junk-room (you'd both assigned a space for just putting random crap in and donned it the "junk room") after fifteen or so minutes holding what looked like a white and red sack. He caught your surprised look but just grinned and attached a connected plug to the wall and said "Just watch this-"

-Five minutes later there was a giant inflatable Santa and snowman in your living room

-The Santa inflatable was also too big for the apartment and thus his head was awkwardly squished up against the roof

-George was proud of it nonetheless.

"Wanna make snowflakes?" You asked after the first break of the day.

"What do you mean?" George asked, brows pinched together in confusion yet eyes wide in interest.

"You know, fold the paper in half then half again and cut them out...?" Your explanation was met with an unchanged, blank look which made you gasp at his obliviousness. "Don't tell me you never did that as a kid?!"

"Have I missed out on something?"

"YES! But no- it's never too late, c'mon, let's do it now-"

-For the next two hours, yourself and George were sat cross legged on the floor folding over your pieces of paper to cut circles out, before cutting more random holes into those to make yourself snowflakes

-You glanced up every so often before looking back down with a warm, glowing smile, having caught a glimpse of George's tongue stuck out whilst he concentrated on making his snowflakes nice and even. Too cute.

-You tried to suspend the paper creations from the ceiling with a piece of string but couldn't reach the ceiling, and just banged your hand when you tried to jump 

-George refused to help the first time you asked for him to just do it... Instead, he held up the phone and recorded you trying to drag a cardboard box over to stand on

-He also burst out laughing as you stepped on it and fell through the box the moment you took your other foot off of the ground, collapsing in a cardboard-heap on the floor which has George genuinely wheezing

"George, at least give me a hand you prat- this is all your fault!" You groaned and rubbed your lower back which had taken the weight of the fall. 

After wiping his tears, George found the kindness within him to extend a hand for you to pull yourself up with. You slapped your palm into his and gripped it with your fingers- pulling yourself up? No; why would you take the cowards way out?

Instead, George fell down with a shriek also- landing on the cardboard box besides you and crumpling to the floor- allowing you your turn to laugh at George's suffering. Like a broken man, he lay groaning atop the cardboard, making tears begin forming at the corners of your eyes with the way he looked so berefted of his prior superiority.

"NO!" George made you let out a shriek as his arms snaked around your waist, preventing you from getting up to grab your phone from the table and snap a picture of him. Rather, you toppled backwards (phone in hand) and landed against George's chest, wiggling and laughing through cries as you told George to "GET OFF!" as his arms held you tightly against his chest, confining you in prison and rendering you unable to take blackmail photos of him.

"NEVER!" He shout-replied, the feeling of his chest vibrating against your back with his words soothing and healing the inner child as you heard the grin in his voice despite all the chaos.

In the end, a truce was called and George removed his arms to allow you to wiggle yourself so that your chest was against his- eyes level with his own as you leaned in and met your smiling lips in a sweet, chaste kiss, only pulling away when you found yourself too unable to form your lips into a kiss from how hard you were grinning.

-By about five o'clock it had already gotten dark and the two of you had broken backs and plans to leave the Christmas tree for the following weekend

-A fireplace with great orange flames danced and licked the coals on the television, the screensaver a mere echo of the warmth you of the Christmas spirit that was exuded from the apartment

-A well deserved lie-down break was taken. Half an hour of lethargic lying down and napping or scrolling through your phone on the bed, together... 

-Whilst George scrolled through TikTok, you rest your head on his body which he humfh-ed at, but threaded a hand through your hair nonetheless, massaging your scalp as you closed your eyes and just let your head lie heavy against his squidge, rocking up and down with each deep breath he took...

-Until you started getting hungry and realised you hadn't eaten til breakfast

-Of course, you could've made an easy and filling meal for dinner, like some pasta or rice... But something about all the Christmas glamour of the day rendered you unable to fixate on anything apart from baking some festive Christmas cookies. 

"I'll get a recipe up- why are you looking at me like that." George dropped his phone down as you shot him a disgusted look.

"It's bloody sugar cookies we're making here, George, you don't need a recipe for that... Just add the ingredients 'til it feels like enough."

"What if you go over...?"

"Then you've got shitty sugar cookies- big deal!?"

George sighed yet let you continue pulling out the flour, eggs, sugar and allsorts from the pantry and fridge.

"You wanna see my party trick?" You looked up from the bowl with a grin,watching as George had degenerated to spinning the kettle. He nodded eagerly, however, coming towards you like a lost puppy and looking down to the bowl- waiting to see something happen.

The sense was knocked out of him, however, as you used his forehead as a surface to crack your egg, before splitting the gooey insides into the bowl with a giggle, turning back to a dazed George who weakly touched his forehead.

"C'mon, it wasn't that hard..." George didn't respond, too busy trying to feel for a lump from the collision against his forehead. "Oh bloody hell, what do you want- kisses to make it better?"

George threw a disgusted look, eliciting a snort from you as you saw it. 

"You wanna beat the eggs for me?"

"Not really."

"Oh please George, I wanna see those arms in action- why go gym every week and get such big sexy arms if you're not even gonna use them to-"

"Okay fine I get the point, I'll do it just so long as you... Stop.... Please."

It was laughable how awkwardly complimenting George could make him do practically anything for you. You knew that he had a love-hate relationship with compliments- on the one hand, always trying to brush them under the rug because they were JUST so awkward... and yet he also loved knowing that he was seen. You'd found the balance on how you could show your boyfriend love everything which you saw in him without smothering him and maybe that was why you two worked so well; alternately, you hated bullshitters, and he only ever gave a compliment if he really, genuinely saw something jaw-dropping.

"This good?" George looked up to ask whether the eggs looked mixed enough. They most certainly did- though you debated telling him that they weren't just to see his triceps in action for longer. 

Damn he has nice muscles, you thought. Even if he was your boyfriend, you'd never stop realising just how good-looking your boyfriend was, every day you spent with him. 

"Yep, that's good. Just some sugar now." 

You gave the instructions and let George do the manual labour, simply watching and giving the occasional input. It was so warm in the kitchen- the preheated oven serving as a delicious radiator and warming your fluffy-pyjama-covered body. Your legs dangled from the countertop as you sat besides the mixing bowl, resisting the urges to dip your finger into the vanilla mix that smelled all too good that it was almost a relief when George inhibited the temptation by shoving the tray of cookie mix into the oven

"Fifteen minutes," He contentedly sighed, slinging a tea towel over his shoulder and wiping his hands. He looked so domestic and wife-y in that moment. You felt yourself grinning uncontrollably at the sweet thought. "What, what are you smiling at...?"

"Nothing," You looked down and tried to shake off your grin to no avail.

"C'mon, I feel like it's something interesting..."

"It's nothing, really, Georgie..."

"Oh yeah?" He rested his arms on either side of your legs on the counter, leaning his weight below you and looking up with two big, indigo eyes which crinkled in the corners as a smile of his own stretched across his face.

"Yeah," You agreed contentedly. "I just love you, Georgie."

He let out a breath of laughter. "I love you too, my lovely." 

You felt privileged in his arms- munching your iced and decorated sugar cookies and watching the first Christmas film of the year snug against his fluffy hoodie. 

"Hey, Georgie?" You whispered, the baileys and cookies leaving you warm in the stomach and heavy on the eyelids.

"Mhm?" He looked down, running a gentle hand through your locks which were across his lap as you rest your head on his thigh. 

"I can't wait to spend Christmas with you."

"Me neither, lovely, me neither."

"Are we going up to yours for Christmas?"

"Yep, and you can meet my sister and my family- and the dog of course... Then boxing day we go over to yours..."

"Yeah, so you can meet my Mum and Dad..."

"I can't wait... Really, genuinely."

You couldn't muster up a reply, all too low on energy, so instead you settled for pressing a kiss against George's thigh which you rest your head on, basking in the headpats which he delivered and cuddling up to his bodily warmth as you felt yourself slipping away and falling asleep in the arms of your no1 boyfriend.

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[ghostybat00]

Looks from... close up? Part 3🫀

Nikto yandere.

Tw:Nikto being intimidating , unwanted touch, kidnap, reader experimenting anxiety.

I do not support these behaviors in real life, this is fiction. Idk if this is quite short, srry.

🫀:Seeing the seriousness of that superior immediately made you settle into the comfortable desk chair. You spoke, "That Russian soldier? nikto?, for what reason?" The superior sighed a little, and with a serious voice he spoke "I have been noticing strange behavior from that soldier, do you know why he always, every day, every week comes with you?" He asked, raising a eyebrown. You froze for a second, you were somewhat stunned as you didn't know if telling the truth would lead to you getting in trouble , you didn't have the courage to respond with words, you simply shook your head, you swallowed dryly, you were getting anxious, a part of you wanted to blurt out those words that that soldier seemed to harass you,but something inside you didn't have the courage.

The superior seemed distrustful of such words, he simply gave you a hard look and asked again in a more severe voice. "Are u sure?, If there is something that is happening and I am not aware of it for some reason there could be problems." You denied again, the superior sighed again in frustration, he simply left the infirmary, waving with his hand.

You were shaking, an argument inside your head against yourself started, on one hand you wanted to vomit everything that had happened, but another part did not have the courage.

11 at night.

You were exhausted after this busy day, the even worse side is that you still felt watched like every damn week you've been in this strange base, but today Nikto didn't come, which was strange but grateful that for a day not having to deal with him, you went out to the base patio for a bit, cigarette in hand, You felt a little of momentary peace when you felt the cold night air, you stretched a little, you turned on the cigarette and put it to your lips, you looked at the moon thoughtfully, what would have happened if you had told the superior? What is this feeling of feeling observed? who is the stalker? Your head began to spin, leading to thoughts and fictitious scenarios that you didn't want to think about so as not to stress you out more, You sighed, threw the cigarette on the concrete floor and then stepped on it with your boot, deciding to re-enter the interior of the base.

Passing through the lockers that you always had to pass to get to your infirmary, you felt a heavy and overwhelming presence behind, which quickly cornered you in a nearby locker, grabbing your two wrists together with a strong and masculine hand, before you could scream or make a sound, another hand also covered your mouth. It was Nikto, he saw you with that terrifying and threatening look, it was so terrifying, those blue eyes so empty, that mask so fucking strange, and his great height and muscle body, He looked at you for a few seconds, he got closer to you and with that deep voice says, closer to you ear that You can feel and smell his breath. "Why are you getting so close to the superior? We are not happy". You started to break out in a cold sweat, you tried to move or at least kick him with your legs, he but quickly moved his leg between your crotch, completely immobilizing you. ""Answer us, pretty doctor."

Seeing obviously no response he started to rub his leg closer to you crotch . ""We have done everything to make you notice us, so you pay us like this?" He said, his voice lower and more serious. What he mean by that? What is he going to do? You stared at him in terror, he tilted his head a little, Without letting you react, he put a handful of an old cloth in your mouth, with a smell of chloroform. with the other hand continuing to hold your wrists together, the other hand began to slowly grope your waist and hip, you could see the look full of madness in him, with luck playing against you, the chloroform began to act, quickly taking you into a state of unconsciousness, your body unconscious fell on your back, which made him grab you, the bag of his belt with equipment a rope enough to tie both your wrists, the same with your legs, he threw you over his shoulder and started walking towards the parking lot.

You woke up in a basement, tied to a chair, the basement was cold, the only light was a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and it seemed to sway and threaten to fall and crash at any moment.

You panicked, struggling against the ropes that kept you incapacitated, but it was useless, it was a professional tie-up, you wouldn't escape from this chair without a fucking sharp object to undo the ropes. The door made a horrible squeak, being opened, a Nikto still dressed in the military uniform, he approached you slowly, his heavy footsteps echoing, he whispers in your ear, "We have plans for you, pretty doctor". He said menacingly, moving his hand up and down your thigh.

(I think the last part is going to be part 4, anyway, thanks for reading.)

[milaisreading]

Hello can I request crossdresser!y/n being in barou's place (after the u-20 match) and his family warmly welcomed her and she almost teared up Infront of them?? 😭😭

🌱🩷: THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST! THANK U🩷🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open. Also I made up the names of Barou's sisters!

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

'Stay calm (Y/n)... it's just Barou's family... are they as scary as my own?! Or as uptight as Reo's?!' (Y/n) gulped as she stood near the gates of Barou's house, fidgeting the random pastries she bought on her way there.

"I can't... what if they will go in on my appearance, too? Or what if Barou's siblings start judging me like my brothers do."

Taking a deep breath, she slowly took her phone out of the pocket and dialed a familiar number. (Y/n) nervously tapped her foot, feeling like throwing up her lunch as Barou answered.

"Loser, where are you?"

"I can't bring myself to ring the doorbell!"

"What?! Why are you being so dramatic?! Just ring the doorbell!"

"I can't! My legs are frozen here at the gates... maybe I should have called you an hour ago..." She sneezed. There was short silence and (Y/n) could feel the anger bubbling up inside Barou from the other side.

'I am fucked.' She closed her eyes and moved the phone away from her ear.

"ARE YOU STUPID?! AN HOUR?!" Barou took a deep breath and she heard feet moving around and doors opening.

"I can't leave you anywhere! Stay there- Mina, stop playing with the spoon!"

"Mama, Shouei-nii is being mean!"

Those were the last things (Y/n) heard before the line went silent. She put her phone in her pocket again and looked up at the darkening sky.

'I can do it! I can do it! I can do it-'

"IDIOT! I WILL KILL YOH IF YOU GET SICK!" Barou yelled as he opened the gate, glaring over at (Y/n), who jumped in fright.

"I am too young to die! Do you know how many cuisines I didn't try yet?!" She yelled, glaring over at him.

After about 5 minutes of Barou calming (Y/n) down, they walked towards the entrance door.

"You didn't have to bring us anything... we invited you-"

"No. It's the least I can do after your parents offered dinner and a sleepover." (Y/n) quickly said back as Barou opened the door.

"Idiot..."

"Stop calling me that." She said, sending him a side glare.

"Stop being one."

"Nii-san, why are you being mean to the only normal friend you ever had?" The two stopped at the entrance and looked down at a girl with red eyes and dark brown hair looking up at them. She didn't look older than 8.

"Mina, shut up." Barou said with a red face as another girl approached them. She had brown eyes and black hair, and didn't look older than 14.

'So... these are Barou's sisters?' (Y/n) thought.

"Mina is right, nii-san. Aside from (L/n)-san, I don't know who else could tolerate you."

"Mina, Akane, shut up."

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped at how casual the three siblings were with each other, the younger two going as far to yell back at Barou. It was something she really wasn't used to.

'My brothers would break my nose if I dared to talk like this.'

Just as the siblings were about to get louder, another voice echoed through the room.

"What are you three doing there?! That's no way to welcome our guest! Especially when he is still one foot in the cold."

The four tensed up as they turned to look at a much older man, who looked similar to Barou.

'Well... seems like he got his looks from his dad...' (Y/n) looked between the older man and Barou, who huffed a little.

"Sorry, dad."

'How are they so casual?! My dad would ground me if I didn't add any honorifics.'

"Hush! All of you! The poor boy is still in the cold." A woman with brown hair and eyes walked into the hallway while looking at (Y/n) in concern, a look she didn't get from her adoptive mother ever since she arrived at the house.

'That must be Barou's mom...'

The girl shook her head and her face turned red as the family turned their attention to her.

"I...It's fine! Than-thanks for having me here!" She said nervously and bowed.

"(L/n) (Y/n), it's an honor to meet you all."

"Nii-san... how did you end up befriending such a polite guy?" Akane raised her eyebrow as (Y/n) looked back at the trio.

"What do you want to say with that?" Barou sent the middle child a warning glare.

"You are rude." Akane said back as Mina joined in on the fun.

"And you snore!"

"What does that have to do with anything?!"

Barou's father sighed as he walked over to calm the trio down, as the mother walked over to (Y/n), sending her a welcoming smile.

"Ignore them, they are like that all the time, but they mean no harm. Come in now, it's probably cold."

(Y/n) slowly nodded her head at the woman as she lead her inside and closed the door behind her.

"You really don't need to help me. Just go and hang out with Shouei." The older woman said as she watched (Y/n) cutting some vegetables. The girl shook her head and looked over at the woman.

"It's the least I can do after inviting me over."

"It's really nothing. I was happy to find out Shouei has finally found a friend... he always had a hard time finding peers to get along with."

"He did? Also, he called me his friend?" (Y/n) asked in surprise, she never thought Barou saw her as anything more than a teammate.

"Yes, Shouei is... he can be a lot... and I can see that you are pretty accepting of his nature. It's really nice to see you don't judge him for who he is." The woman's words caught (Y/n) off guard, and there was a short silence between the two.

"I really don't mind Barou's nature... it's really refreshing from what I am used to, and... judging him would just be a waste of time."

The woman looked at (Y/n) in surprise and slowly smiled while nodding.

"You are a good kid, (Y/n). I am happy to have you here. I can also see why you were picked as the team's captain."

The girl blushed a little at that as she felt her lips quiver.

'Don't come out now.'

Slowly nodding her head, she continued chopping the vegetables.

During dinner, the family would ask (Y/n) some questions about life and how Blue Lock was. The girl would answer them as honestly as possible. While mostly talking to the parents, (Y/n) never noticed Barou sending his sisters warning looks, since he knew they were about to embarrass him with whatever they wanted to say.

"So, what are your plans after Blue Lock? Do you plan on pursuing football professionally?" Barou's dad askes as (Y/n) quickly gulped down her food.

'This feels like one of those scenes where the girlfriend brought her boyfriend to meet the parents.' She suppressed a laugh as she spoke up.

"I will see... if a club offers to take me in as a player, I will gladly accept. But I do plan on finishing my studies while doing so."

"You do?"

"Mhmm. I like thinking ahead... and with a degree I have a more secure future in case something happens." She explained to the older man.

There was a short silence, and (Y/n) started to panic that she said something wrong.

"Well... now I see who the responsibile one in this friendship is." Akane laughed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Barou glared at her as (Y/n) grabbed his sleeve to hold him back.

"Nothing~"

"While we have the attention on me!" Mina chirped in.

"We really don't." Barou answered back.

"(Y/n)-nii! I need to tell you of the time Barou called his teacher mom!"

"Mina, shut up!" Barou's face turned red as he sent an awkward glance towards (Y/n).

"Please calm down you both. And I have to say, seeing a young boy like you being so responsible and thinking ahead is very refreshing." (Y/n) looked at the man and slowly nodded her head.

"I am sure you are a son your parents can only be proud of."

Barou noted the way (Y/n) stiffened a little and she awkwardly nodded her head.

"I guess..." She sent the man an unsure smile.

"Well, I for one am happy Shouei found a friend in you."

The man finished, leaving (Y/n) at a loss of words for a moment.

'Don't come out now... don't come out now...' She chanted to herself, holding herself back from crying.

"Sorry for my parents and sisters... they can be a handful." Barou said awkwardly as the two walked a little bit through the neighborhood after dinner. It was a calm and cold night, and (Y/n) couldn't help but find it comforting.

"It's ok... they are really kind. And they care for you a lot." (Y/n) smiled at the boy, who simply nodded his head.

"Yeah, they do.... you know, you are always welcome here." Barou blushed a little as he said the last part.

"I will note that one down." (Y/n) said, trying to make it come off as a joke, but she really meant it. Tonight was one of a kind experience for her.

'For the first time since this break started I felt like I am at home.' She smiled to herself as Barou observed her silently.

For a while, the silence stayed like that, and Barou eventually cleared his throat to speak up.

"The moon in beautiful, isn't it?"

The girl looked in surprise at Barou and then up at the moon, not noticing the red tinting his cheeks.

"It is beautiful... I didn't take you as someone who observes the moon. Should I call you Moon king from now on?" (Y/n) laughed as Barou glared at her.

"You can be unbearable sometimes."

"Thanks!"

"That isn't a compliment!"

[wannabelife]

semicolon – ksy

pairing: hoshi × afab reader

genre: smut

synopsis: "stop acting as my boyfriend" "but then what's the fun in that?" (not original but a cliche that works right?)

warnings: fwb, jealousy, pinning, teasing, college au, kinda unhealthy, penetration, oral(f), workship, reader is kinda of a dick towards the end, lots of cum, slow

"stop acting as if you were my boyfriend"

"but then what's the fun in that?" he asks, playing a smirk on his lips that you hate to admit drives you crazy.

you know that is just the teasing you like to have in your relationship, but both of you never know if that's really just teasing or something else; and you will never know either, because you never talk about it. it is like your relationship stands in a semicolon, more to be just a comma and less than a point before something different.

"you come here in just a tiny skirt to see my friends and think i wont claim you"

"you dont own me, soonyoung"

"i know" he press your waist harder, coming closer to your ear "such a shame, isnt it?"

you had come to his dorm to leave his charger he forgot with you, you actually didn't know he had his friends over. jun is one of his friends and also someone who does some share classes with you. it's not a secret for both of you and soonyoung, that jun has a little crush on you.

the thing is that jun came to talk to you about the quiz you have next week, and you ended up staying more than planned. soonyoung hates that you two chatting and laughing together annoys him so much. he had to control his manners a lot while talking to wonwoo and woozi. not only because, technically, you two have nothing serious but also because no one actually knows you've been hooking up.

jun is back to his friends, getting things ready to play some online game as you approach them.

"okay, im leaving" you announce.

right after that, you feel someone get your wrist and pull you close, you stamble a bit and fall sit, only when you're already on soonyoung's lap that it hits you. what is he doing?

"oh no, stay over. i need to talk to you about something" soonyoung speaks up and you cant help the frown that appears in your face.

the boys are just as confused. and now that you realize, they are here and watching. you try to break from soonyoung's body, but he just presses your waist harder, hooking his hand under the pocket of your jeans.

"what's that?" you ask.

"just something about our class"

"but we dont have classes together this semester" you are still frowning and trying to understand this whole situation.

"what are you talking about? of course we do" he throws back at you in no time.

"are u sure because i looked at—"

"we do. the boys are already leaving" he cuts you off, and everybody else is just as lost as you because they were just about to start the game.

anyways, they did as soonyoung said and left. and that's how you two ended up here now.

"you like when i wear skirts" you say angling your head to the side while looking at him playing innocent, fighting the smirk that wants to appear on your lips.

he has you pressed at his dorm wall right next to the door where he sent his friends off.

"you right, i do" he burries his face on the crotch of your neck, leaving wet kisses there. he nibbles at your ear, whispering "maybe i should cum all over it to let everyone know im the only one who gets to see what's underneath it"

you gasp at his words, and he takes the hint to start kissing you. he cages you between the wall and his body, his mouth on yours and suddenly the room is too hot.

soonyoung brings your thighs up, taking you in his arms as you cross your legs around his waist "is this ok?" he makes sure and you nod.

having the green light, he walks with you in his arms to his bed, laying your body on the mattress. as you are laid down, he keeps eye contact while sliding his shirt up off his body, undoing his belt to take off his shorts right after it. you are hypnotized by him, his dick giving volume to his boxers.

he goes slowly to you, resting his hand on your leg before opening them up for him. your breath gets stuck in your throat when you see him sitting in between your thighs.

"can i take this off?" he asks his hand on the skirt you are wearing.

"yeah"

"but i dont want to" he goes closer to you, yanking your shirt up a little "what about this?" he asks playing with the material.

"yes, soonyoung. you can take it all off" you say already impatient for him to do something.

he pushes your shirt up and you help him undoing your bra taking it off too "fuck..." he lets it out looking at your hard nipples on full display to him "you are so beautiful"

"soonyoung... touch me" you whine, he smirking at your greediness for him.

he finally listens to you and go for a kiss, his hand making its way to cup your breast. you moan at the sudden motion, opening space for him to enter with his tongue, deepening the kiss. when he's done with one side, he goes to the other side, slightly pinching your nipple making you whimper in his mouth.

he continues, trailing wet kisses at your neck, sucking here and there, your panties starting to stick to your core. he keeps going, kissing down the valley between your breasts. you arch your back trying to get your cunt closer to his cock, as you moan, begging for more contact.

"you sound beautiful" he lets you know, getting your right nipple in his mouth, sucking the flesh. you tug his hair as he's moving to the other one, caressing his teeth around it, your eyes rolling back at the feeling.

when he is satisfied, your breast glistening with his saliva, he goes further down. trailing kisses down your belly until he places a kiss to your clothed core. you whimper needing more but he's taking his time.

he looks up, admiring your figure, your nipples hard, a wet spot on your panties, your eyes closed, collarbone and neck exposed to him with the red marks he left earlier.

"my god, you're heaven sent" he grunts slightly feeling his cock twitching on his underwear. his sweet words hitting you as you clench around nothing.

he dives right back in, taking your panties in between his teeth, pushing them down your legs off of you with his lips, finishing up with the help of his hands.

he kisses your inner thighs, sucking the right one, going to the left side afterwards, giving the same attention. he pecks right above your clit, not reaching where you want him yet.

"sonnie, please" you whine, eyes going shut and brows connecting in frustration.

soonyoung smirks at your desesparate figure, he didn't even have to make you say it, you're already begging. so needy, he thinks.

he licks a long strip of your cunt, down up to your clit, finishing sucking the flesh. you wince at that as he does it one more time. he teases your entrance, tasting your juices on his tongue.

focusing on your clit, he is back up, circling slowly the muscle before picking up his pace. you whine begging for more of him.

he hears you and adds a finger inside. your hands gripping at his hair, making him grunt on your pussy. he works his fingers inside you as he sucks your clit, the build right there on your lower tummy. as he greases his teeth on your clit, curling up his fingers inside you, you clench nonstop as you cum.

he slides his fingers off of you, and you whine at the loss. he replace it with his tongue to clean you up, moaning at the taste of your cum.

when he's done, he goes above you again. you two connect your mouths in a heated kiss, and you wince feeling your taste on his tongue. you start taking his boxers off, wanting it to be gone.

"you are just so impatient, arent you?" stopping the kiss, he smirks at you.

"quit it, soonyoung. i need you to fuck me" you say quite desesparate.

"i thought we had nothing to talk about" he provokes and you roll your eyes at him "don't do that, you're going to regret" he presses.

"stop talking" you reply, taking your hands down to get his length around your hands. he hinces when you were about to start stroking him.

he takes your wrist making you stop "is that right?" as he says, you angle your head to the side, looking at him with questionable eyes.

he goes closer to you, searching your eyes with his. he places a kiss on the top of your nose and smiles at you. you melt for him, and before you realize, he is hugging your waist, flipping you over. you yelp, your face hitting the mattress.

he gets your ass up by your waist, getting you closer, you can feel his hard cock pocking your asscheek as you swallow dry. your skirt still on display for him "should i keep my promise?"

he starts caressing your ass, slowly taking his length out his boxers with his free hand. you feel his naked skin on yours, so you open your legs, giving more access to him. he eyes your wet cunt on full display for him, the view making him gasp behind you. he plays his fingers up and down your slick, collecting some of your juices.

"please..." you beg needing him inside you.

he ignores you for now, collecting some more of your arousal with his fingers, bringing them up to his lips right after. he sucks them dry, humming at the taste.

attending you, he takes his cock by the base and aligns it with your entrance. you both breathe heavy at the contact as he slides in. the warmth of your pussy hugging his length just right. he throws his head back in pleasure, a low moan leaving his lips as he bottoms out. he gives you time to ajust, you clenching around him, making it hard to wait.

"ready?" he asks, and you push your ass slightly trusting on him, giving the green light.

he starts thrusting on you, the wet noises filling the room as he peaks up his pace. getting both of your hands entralaced with his fingers, he places it on your back as he keeps thrusting.

you close your eyes, feeling how good he feels, your face burried on the pillow as you moan. when you think it can't get better, he lays his body down. his sweaty upper body on your back, his face right above your shoulders. you can feel his hot breath on your skin.

he hands your waist with eagerness that will probably leave red marks afterwards, but you dont care as long as he keeps thrusting hard inside you. you can't help but bite the pillow to silence your loud moans.

"i wanna hear you, yn" he sounds out of breath, setting a peck to your exposed shoulder.

"soony- aah- fuck, you feel so good"

"shit" his cock twitches inside you, and he takes it off making you whine "look at me" he flips you over again, so easily like you weight nothing. your hair messy, plump lips and rosy cheeks. he looks at your wasted form above him and your heavy breathing.

he aligns his length with your entrance again, back at thrusting at you. he looks at your nipples and exposed collarbone, where he goes down to leave a love bite, making you whimper. he peaks up the pace again as you moan his name.

"you know what, maybe i shouldn't have sent my friends off" he gets his face close to yours, whispering to you, your lips almost touching "i'd love to make junhui hear you moaning my name and know he doesn't have a chance"

you clench around him because of his dirty mouth, hating that you like it.

he smirks on your skin "you love it when i say things like that, dont you?"

he goes back up, taking one of your legs on his hand, putting it up to his shoulders, his head cock reaching the sweet spot inside you, making you mewl at the contact. he ajusts himself, hitting your spot repeatedly as he thrusts, the new position reaching more of you. you feel your high building again, he presses his hand on your lower belly, and you swear you see stars.

he keeps his eyes on yours, you fighting the urgo to close yours, tears gathering around it as the feeling starts to get too much.

"fuck... i- a- aaah- am- cum- ming" you were able to slur it out as your legs shake and you are cumming around him.

he doesn't ease on you, keeping the same pace riding your orgasm. your nails digging at his arm trying to find balance as he twitches inside you.

he takes it off on time, cumming all over your skirt and tummy, some of it hitting your breast. he lets it go with a low moan, eyes closed, and his head down hidden by his sweaty hair.

you are both catching your breath when he slides his tonge all over your naked body, cleaning his cum before it dries on you. you moan feeling like you could be wet again just by this.

after being done, he hugs you in his arm, laying beside you on the bed "you are perfect" he says, burying his face on your neck.

"i bet junhui thinks it too" you try to joke but he freezes, you feel his body getting stiff behind you "oh- i didnt mean it. im so-"

"shut up or im making you sleep outside"

he tries to ease the situation, but you can still feel the thick air formed around you. why are you two always like this? could you possibly be hurting him? is there a reason for him to be hurt? he would say it if that's the case, wouldn't he? maybe that's not a semicolon your relationship is standing on, but a question mark.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Hello<3

Can u do something with Gavi, him dating a singer, whos older than him (3-4yrs)

I know, I took years to do this one😣😭 But I didn't had any inspiration for this one but I hope I did fulfil your expectations. Also... I combined two other requests with yours, hope you don't mind😌

Me and You -P.G

Summary: You are a famous Spanish singer and he is a Spanish football player, both together are the star couple.

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"Hello, I'm Isabella"

"I'm Cristina"

"I'm Amanda"

"I'm Y/N"

"And we're Zodiaco" The four of you said at unison with smiles on your faces as Pablo could only focus on you

"¿Lo estás viendo de nuevo?" (Are you watching it again?) Pedri asks surprised making Balde's, Ansu's, Ferran's, Eric's and Torre's attention go to him as he blushed deeply

"Ya, ya" Pablo dismissed the comment

"Is he watching the new game video of his girlfriend?" He smiled proudly at that name call.

Finally after a long three months of him begging and of you denying because you were soon about to go to tour and initiating a relationship with distance wasn't the best option, but after more begging by Pablo's side and with reassurance for both sides of not letting the pretty thing you both had going on fall, you accepted being his girlfriend. You were finally his as he was yours.

That, not adding into the mix you were three years older than him, you were scared at first, it may not be much but you knew how people tended to break out a massive scandal over a small little and almost insignificative thing and you were also afraid of what could people say about it. But like I said before, Pablo dispersed all bad thoughts from your head.

You didn't care if they talked, they would always going to, no matter what; but it was yours and Pablo's relationship, not yours, Pablo's and the whole media's relationship. You learned that and whilst you were still secret to the world, all of your family and closest friends knew about you.

And while Pablo didn't liked being teased by his friends, he was now happy they were calling you his girlfriend... Because you finally were.

"Of course I am" He stated proudly "I miss her" He looked at you trying to dodge your best friend's Amanda's, nose-touching attempts

"Who would knew that the loved starboy Pablo Gavi was gonna be head over heels for Y/N Y/L/N?" Ansu jokes

"Cállate" (Shut up) Pablo said making the guys laugh

You were in the US for your leg of the tour of your second studio album "Comparación" but that also meant you had to do a lot of press tour and didn't have a lot of time to facetime with your four months boyfriend.

The one you incredibly and deeply missed by the way.

You sighed throwing yourself in the couch groaning

"I'm so tired!" You exclaimed closing your eyes

"So am I" Cristina threw herself on top of you as you groaned once more

"I'm dead"

"Who the hell will sing the high notes, now?" Amanda kept on the joke as the four of you laughed when Guillermo, your manager entered the hotel room

"Girls, good news" He exclaimed smiling but soon his smile fell with a frown looking at you and Cristina

"Keep going" She encouraged as if nothing. And it was normal for the four of you. Being together since the first year of high school you have gone through a lot together, you were basically like sisters

"I gotta get used to this" You laugh at his murmur

"What's up?" Isabella asks

"The two interviews you were supposed to do tomorrow are cancelled because one of the hosts is unaveliable and the other had a family problem, also the show of Wednesday was postponed, the scenario broke and I'm not putting you girls to dance and sing around the whole place like that" He shook his head "Which means you have five days off, we'll be here during them and then we'll head off to Los Angeles for the night two and three"

"Oh god, yes, we can rest the vocals" Amanda said

"And the body" Cristina says "I'm not over that fall of a week ago" You all laugh, your phone vibrates with a message notification of your boy and you quickly connect dots.

"Are we free?"

"What did I just say?"

"I meant it in the way that can I go to el Clásico tomorrow and come back on Thursday?" Guillermo nodded

"If you want to, yes. Thursday and before 7pm" You nod pushing Cristina off of you, you quickly grabbed your laptop and purchased the ticket.

It was a Clásico at Camp Nou and you knew how hard Pablo and the guys have been working to break their little bad luck of losing at home. Pablo was nervous and often spoke to you about it and what techniques they wanted to try out, you wanted so badly to be there, for them and for him mostly. He also wanted you there but understood your work and why you couldn't go.

But now, these news fell like a glove. You could surprise him and support him from the stands.

"All done?" He asked as you closed your laptop

"¡Hostias, que quiero ver a mi chico, tengo dos meses sin verlo!" (Fuck, I wanna see my boy, I have two months without him!) They laughed

"I can already imagine his face" Isabella laughed as you smiled lovestruck

"So can I"

...

"Omg, look at his face" Fer, Pedro's brother was speaking to you as you laughed, it was starting El Clásico at Camp Nou and Pablo was already fouled, he had his lips in a big pout and his eyebrows furrowed deeper than always.

He was already pissing himself off and you knew that if he bottled himself up, he would at some point explode and a card (hopefully yellow) was going to be thrown at his way, even if it was better that he didn't got any.

"Although, I would pay everything I have to see his face whenever he realises you're here" You blush smiling.

People had come up to you and asked for a picture, the one you gave them to. Whenever you came to games, you always wore your Barca jersey but with your name and no number in the back. However, today you felt the need of wearing Pablo's jersey. And that you did.

You didn't cared about what anyone would say of your relationship. You only cared about what you and your boyfriend think.

The first half passed through and you were full of nervous. It was 0-0 with both teams having possibilities of winning, both of them giving their everything, fans were hyping their teams like crazy. Both teams came in after the break and the second half started.

This time, Madrid had fall asleep whilst Barcelona was thirsty over that win.

Eventually, Frenkie scored with an assist of Balde at minute 74' and the other goal came in ten minutes later by no other than your boyfriend, Pablo with an assist of Ansu.

You jumped out of your seat and hugged Fer like crazy, you were supposed to be taking care of your vocals but you didn't care, you could deal with it later, you yelled and cheered for your boy who kissed the crest over and over again, his signature celebration making you tear up from happiness.

When Pedri came up to him, hugged him and aparently told him something because after their hug Pablo's eyes racked over the whole stadium until they landed on you. He smiled jogging up towards where you were and he blew you a kiss before yelling a "¡Te quiero!"

You smiled back, blowing him a kiss too and yelled a "Y yo a tí" which had people around you "aw" a little making you blush.

At the end of the match, Pablo was ordered to give a little interview and whilst you were coming out of the seats, someone stopped you and asked you to give a little interview in which you nodded and accepted

After speaking a bit of your new album and the tipical things, the question you knew was coming finally came.

"Gavi te ha dedicado su gol, ¿Hay algo entre ustedes dos? ¿Algo que quieran decir?" (Gavi has dedicated his goal to you, is there something between you two? Anything you want to say?)

"Bueno, nada... Que él es mi chico estrella y estoy muy orgullosa y contenta de su increíble particpación esta noche. El equipo estuvo increíble y pues se merecen esta victoria. Muchas gracias, que tengan buenas noches" (Well, nothing... That he is my starboy and I am very proud and happy of his incredible participation tonight. The team was incredible and they deserve this win. Thank you very much, have a good night)

You smiled and left without saying anything else, you were looking for Gavi and when you finally did you heard something that made you smile and fall in love with him once again

"Gavi uno de los dos goleadores de esta noche, felicitaciones" (Gavi one of the two scorers tonight, congratulations)

"Thank you"

"Hemos visto algo un poco inusual, después de tú celebración has corrido hacia el área de los familiares, Y/N Y/L/N, cantante de Zodiaco, ha estado ahí y le has dedicado tú gol... ¿Algo que decir al respecto?" (We have seen something a bit unusual, after your celebration you have run towards the area of ​​the relatives, Y/N Y/L/N, singer of Zodiac, has been there and you have dedicated your goal... Anything to add?) You watched how he took a deep breath

"Ella es mi hermosa chica estrella, la quiero mucho, tenía varios meses sin poder verla ya que está de gira, me ha tomado mucho por sorpresa verla aquí hoy... No sabía que estaría aquí, solo supe que cuando la ví, tenía que dejarle saber que cada una y todas de mis jugadas, asistencias y goles son para ella, por que ella me inspira a ser mejor persona cada día. Tanto dentro como fuera del campo..." (She is my beautiful star girl, I love her very much, I had not been able to see her for several months since she is on tour, it has taken me a lot by surprise to see her here today... I didn't know she would be here today, I just knew when I saw her that I should've let her known every single one and all of my plays, assists and goals are for her, because she inspired me to be a better person each day passing. Both on and off the pitch) He shook his head his eyes softly turning to met yours, both of your smiles intensified "Ella solo es mi persona, quiero que sepa lo mucho que significa para mí y pues nada... Espero algún día poder expresar mejor todo lo que siento por ella, por que las palabras existentes, no le alcanzan" (She's just my person, I want her to know how much she means to me and nothing... I hope one day I can better express everything I feel for her, because existing words don't reach them)

"La pareja estrella les llamarán" (The star couple will call you) They laughed lightly

"Y/N y Pablo, suena también bien" (Y/N and Pablo, sounds good too)

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld

[felldowntherabbitholefics]

OMG HIII

I need more mike faist fics in my life so your doing God's work

I was wondering if u could possibly do a fic with an singer/actress!reader who is finally able to come to mikes house due to having a day off, maybe she surprises him while he's still in bed or something (you can literally take it in any direction u want, whatever your heart desires😁😁)

I see you and I hear you and I am obsessed with singer!reader

I imagine she’s on tour; during the first leg, Mike was able to follow her around for at least parts of it. Cheering her on from VIP, watching amongst her friends, and the two would be spotted exploring the cities together the day before or after shows. Which would of course begin to spark rumors and curiosity online. I feel like they got together before Mike was crowned white boy of the month/challengers era so he isn’t recognized by all the fans but everyone is still curious if they’re dating or just friends. 

Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep up the groupie lifestyle for the second leg. And the two are now in a long term relationship, for the time being. But they've been calling every night, and texting all day, and counting down the minutes until they can see each other again. 

Which is how we get here. She has a slightly longer break between shows, let’s say four or five days instead of one or two. There obviously isn’t a question of how she should spend it. As soon as she gets off the plane (and grabs breakfast of course), she’s heading for his place. Even though it’s early in the morning, she can’t contain her excitement; she’s just pounding on his door. Annoyed by the rude awakening, Mike’s stomping out of bed and to the front door because who is knocking like this before 9:00 a.m. But once he opens the door and sees it’s her, he’d just get so giddy. She could not pass up her chance to surprise him and see the look on his face. 

They spend the morning in his apartment, eating their bagels and drinking the overpriced coffee she loves. And for a few hours, they just talk and talk as if it’s been years instead of months. Later in the day, they venture out for a museum date. Mike and her would be holding hands the whole time, whispering about the exhibits to each other, filling up that red iphone with photos. She’d have on just the right outfit for the occasion, praise her stylist, and together they’d look right out of a pinterest board. In fact, these two would end up on pinterest boards because Miss Singer Songwriter cannot go anywhere without a sneaky photo being taken. I imagine some candid pictures would end up online and would begin the conversation of “who is that with her?” and “so those two definitely are dating”. But then some fan in particular would ask her for a photo, which Mike would take. In recounting the story to the internet, it would pseudo-confirm that the pair was such. She would be much more offline during this break than when she’s alone on tour, so she wouldn’t see any of this until she’s back on the road. They can just bask in each other's company for the next few days. They’d go to dinner and her favorite bookstore. But what she’d cherish most was just being at home with him. She may not have said it to him, but he was really the only person who could make her feel normal. 

That wasn’t super long but I may keep writing within this storyline if people want. Also I’m not sure if people prefer third or second person for reader insert stuff so lmk what yall like.

[gowonders]

makeup sex with dom taehyun who has a bulge kink?

my reaction to this ask, GOD ANGRY TAEHYUNBNNNWKWUHWJEISIWIWI anyways ofc bae 🥹 also sorry this took me like 10 years to get to i had to think of a plot ..

warnings: actor fem reader, actor mean!dom taehyun, enemies to sorta friends 😉, cursing, manhandling, pretty much public sex…, unprotected (wrap before u tap bae), bulge kink! (duh..), choking, reader blacks out LMAO, lmk if i missed any!

“no. not happening.” said taehyun as he sees you’ve been casted together. your reaction wasn’t too far off as you read over the file one more time, no way. “do you know?? we cannot work together?” your parents had been sworn enemies since before you were born, so that was passed onto you. “fuck it, whatever. i’ll work with him, be an actual mature adult!” you snap, annoying grin growing on your face. and he just scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking back at the director with one more pleasing look. “no can do.. um, unless you don’t want the roll..?” the director asks, tilting her head at him. “ugh.. no. i’ll get over it.” he says, thanking the director before standing up and leaving her office, and you follow, giving her a large thanks before leaving the office. and as you step out, a hand wraps around your wrist, dragging you to some empty meeting room. which you soon find to be taehyun as he sits you on the large table. “okay. i know i we hate eachother, but were gonna be dating in the show, and it’s gonna be awkward as hell from everything we have to do, so i was wondering if you’d like.. i dunno.. let me fuck you.. so it seems natura-“ he says. “you just wanna get your dick wet.” you cut him off, though. “i do?? i could pick some other chick to do it if you’re not up for it, i just needed an excuse, damn. plus it’d be extra satisfying to absolutely ruin you.” he snaps back, standing closer to you as his hands lay onto your thighs. you laugh as he does so, you really don’t think he could.. “i’d like to see you tr-“ before you could even finish, his hands slide up from your thighs, and onto your chest, pushing you down onto the cold table, making you whine quietly as he does so. “you okay with this?” he asks hurriedly, almost like he’s been wanting to do this..?!?!-?-$-$/&/&

“yeah fine whatever just get over with it.” you spew, and with that, his fingers are hooking under your skirt, pulling the waistband of your panties and skirt down your legs, fabric gathering at your ankles, a small gasp leaving your lips as your bare skin meets the cold table. taehyuns eyes scan the room for cameras— and while there are none of those, there is windows, covered by blinds. and if someone looked for a little too long, they could most definitely see you two. but to taehyun? “fuck it.” he thinks, and you can hear the clink of his belt above you.. and bam. his tip is rubbing at your entrance, and with one swift motion, he’s in you, groaning at the way your walls clamp down on him. “wait— you’re not even gonna use a condom???” you ask, eyes wide in shock. “chill babe, i’ll pull out..” he says, and soon after, he’s snapping his hips into yours without remorse, almost like he’s punishing you for something. his relentless pace has your back arching into him, and it’s ripping sobs out of you that you never thought you’d hear from yourself. “t-taehyun— fuck!!! slow down—“ you beg, nails digging into his shoulders as a way to relieve any harsh actions he makes. “no,” he grunts, leaning his head back, eyes subtly scanning the room once more to see if anyone was peeping in. “gonna- gonna fuck you into some sense- make you stop being a bitch.” he takes your hand by the wrist, and starts pounding you harder (if that was even possible..) he takes your hand and places it on your stomach, right where you can feel him, repeatedly hitting the spot inside you that makes your moans break and your breath hitch. “you feel me?? huh?? i’m gonna fucking have you only think about me- make you know how much- fuck- better i am than you, yeah?” he says, squeezing his eyes shut as your walls practically suck him in, a small whine leaving his lips. “noooooo..” you whine pathetically. “yesssss…” he teases back, pressing your hand into your stomach a little more, so you feel him even better, and it makes him practically short circuit when he opens his eyes and sees how fucked out you are, keeping your hand on your stomach, and the way you sound.. it’s so, so adorable.. he could just “g’na cum..” he mumbles, free hand shaking up to your throat, lightly squeezing at it, making you feel lightheaded. you shake your head, hushed whimpers and pleas leaving you as he makes his last few thrusts. you feel his hips stutter on yours, loud groans leaving him as he does so, he squeezes your throat tighter, making you practically breathless. with that, plus the way he uses you with such force, you lose consciousness..

however, when you regain it, youre met with the sight of taehyun wiping his seed off your tummy, a shy look on his face, one you haven’t seen before. “sorry…” he mutters, he’s fully dressed now, but his cheeks are flushed and covered in sweat. “i was too rough.. just wanted to um. prove a point.” he says, finishing whatever he was cleaning off you, and pulling your panties and skirt back up, helping you up from the table. you smile weakly at him and nod, a small laugh leaving you. “excited to shoot with you, yn.” he mumbles,

and you guess you are as well.

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i hope you liked this, anonieee!!!!

[mha-cuties-pls]

omg can we PLS get a continuation of the Dabi story where he kidnaps and breeds todorokis gf (also i died @ the end poor Todoroki 💀

A/N: wow !!!! I’m so glad u liked it :,)) literally as a writer nothing makes my heart burst more than comments/reblogs so this rlly meant a lot :,) . Here u go ! I’m still mentally living in this world so this flowed so easily might even have to make another smut for it

The Morning After.

Pairing: Reader x Dabi | Words: 1.1k | Rating: T (suggestive themes) | genre: fluff/humor

Sequel to ‘Stolen Hearts.’ Read Here.

Waking from a deep sleep, you felt incredibly well rested, but sore nonetheless. Your arms and legs felt like jello, and for a reason you couldn’t immediately remember, the skin on your wrists and ankles were raw; and your head really seemed to hurt.

Finally finding it in yourself to open your eyes, the strong torso you had been laying on top of began to materialize in the morning sunlight shining through the window above. But, upon seeing the motley of scarred flesh and staples, you were suddenly reminded; Last night wasn’t a dream, and this wasn’t Todoroki.

Flashes of yesterday played through your mind: The capture, his reveal as Touya, the way he had you folded under him, how you were begging for more. Your heart sank as you thought about it, and without the adrenaline, lust, and exhaustion clouding your mind, you realized the true weight of everything that happened.

At least I don’t have to explain myself, for now.

Shifting your body around just a bit, you tried to pull your head off his chest to sit yourself up, but were met with resistance when the arm he had wrapped around your shoulder pulled you closer to his body.

“Mornin’ beautiful.” Dabi said, voice quiet and raspy from sleeping. When you turned your head to glance up at him, you saw his eyes still shut, and he was nestling himself further into the bed while releasing a sigh of contentment; He must not be a morning person. You did have to admit, his messy bed head and peaceful expression portrayed a softer, more sensual side of him that you weren’t expecting. Especially not after last night.

Resisting the urge to simply fall back into his embrace and sleep a little more, you continued your ascent. And, upon finally breaking free and sitting yourself up at your waist, Dabi let out an uncharacteristically whiny groan, and shoved a pillow over his head while he mumbled something about ‘five more minutes’, making you a smile a bit. Then, a few small vibrations drew your attention to the table beside his bed, where you saw not one, but two phones; One of which, had a pink sparkly case, bearing a striking similarity to the one you remember having on yours.

Tentatively reaching your arm across his body with slow movements, you grabbed it, keeping your eyes on his head for any sign he was awake, but none came. You laid back down, throwing a quick glance up at his head under the pillow once more, before pressing the button to turn on the screen.

“43 missed calls and 27 messages”

It felt like your heart was going to drop out of your stomach and a heat rose to the back of your neck as the feeling of guilt consumed you.

Fuck.

Slinking back into the bed as you slid across the screen to unlock it, your eyes read over the names of those who had tried to contact you; most of them from someone, you were dreading to have to face.

But when you opened up the thread to Todoroki, you froze when reading his messages. They began as you would have expected, asking where you were and if you were okay. But then abruptly, his tone changes. And amongst his texts, you saw what looked like screenshots of another text thread with a video playing. Your eyes went wide, realizing what videos those were.

____? Answer me. I need to know that you’re okay

What is this? ____?

Who is that guy?

My love, please tell me what’s going on

One text, however, seemed to hurt just a bit more than the rest.

Tell me this isn’t real.

A tear you hadn’t even known was there fell from your eye, and a strangled cry left your throat, finally causing the man next to you to pop his head out from under the pillow with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Something wrong, princess?” His smooth voice drawled out, causing you to look over at him, a mortified expression on your face as more tears leaked down your cheeks.

God he wished you knew how much that turned him on.

“What did you do?” You whispered with horror, looking into his eyes to see him staring back at you with the ghost of a smile on his lips.

“What d’ya mean?” He started, shifting his position a bit so the pillow that was once over his head propped his body up a bit more. “You knew I was takin’ those videos.” The blanket had fallen down to his waist, exposing his taut muscles to you and causing your eyes to flicker down and take in the sight of his sculpted abdomen.

“I didn’t think you’d send them to…” And as much as you tried, you couldn’t get the name out of your mouth.

“Your little boyfriend?” Dabi finished for you, and you immediately wanted to hide your face. So you did, instinctively, into his bare chest, and you were met with such a pleasant aroma of cologne mingled with smoke, you didn’t even want to pull away when you heard him laugh. “Aww, bunny.” His hands and arms pulled you closer to him, and hearing his new pet name for you gave you butterflies. “We had to tell him you were mine now, somehow. Didn’t we?”

The way his deep voice vibrated through his chest as his arms held you a bit closer to his body made you blush, alongside his words. “Yours?” You didn’t mean to say it, and make yourself look needy; it just slipped out. Pulling back from his chest just a bit, you turned your head up to meet his eyes once more, and saw a softer emotion you weren’t expecting.

His lidded eyes held admiration for you, and the smile that spread itself across his lips, while devious, was genuine as well. “Well, of course babe.” He reached his arms out to pull your body flush against his own, the close proximity of your naked bodies causing the fluttering feeling in your abdomen to start again. “I didn’t go through all that just for a quick fuck.” When his lips planted a small kiss on your nose your eyes grew wide and you looked at him longingly, which he returned, making you eternally grateful. And, as he continued leaving a sloppy trail of kisses along your neck and jaw, you gasped and moaned out a bit, your eyes closing as goosebumps ran down your spine; and just like that, your troubled conscience left your mind while thoughts of Dabi consumed you. Then, he whispered, his breath tickling your ear,

“Besides, you still gotta give me my little brat, after all.”

[scarasimping]

Scara having a scar from you but it reminded him of when he first kinda met you is the cutest thing <333

Y/n definitely traces his scars and asks for him to tell his tales his story’s

ALSO when Scara first met reader he definitely did some enemy’s with benefits kinda deal ;) (u can thank me later) he’s pinning you to the wall but your not attacking eachother just straight up flirting

(not proofread whoops im at work writing this)

YES TRACING HIS SCARS IS SOMETHING I THINK ABT 25/8

youre laying on pirate! scara's chest, one leg draped over his and your fingers trace over his scars ever so gently like he was the most precious gem to exist. swear to god this man's never felt so loved in his life. you're asking about the story behind every scar on his body, and he tells you each one with no complaints, loving how softly you touch him and how intently you're looking up at him as he talks.

the crew is probably so confused at just how much he tells you because before you, he barely said anything outside of the orders he gave or planning routes with the first mate.

so how the hell do you get him to talk so much? they'll never know.

the enemies with benefits thing though??? (/pos)

i originally had the idea for pirate scara because i wanted to write something enemies to lovers with him, so enemies with benefits is very plausible in this universe!!!

scara had just snuck into the castle once more, and after a long and surprisingly difficult sword fight, he had you pinned to the wall, his blade hovering just above your throat, yet all you could do was smile at him.

you probably say something stupid like "so, you break into girl's homes and pin them to walls often? or is this new for both of us?" or "is that a dagger in your pocket or do you like this position a little too much?"

and hes just??? is she really being so crass when her life is being threatened??

but as situations like this kept happening almost every night and then tension kept growing thicker between the two of you, one day he couldn't help himself and instead of his sword against your throat, he presses his own lips against it instead.

this man does it initially to see what kind of reaction you would give, thinking maybe it would stop the snarky comments from coming from you.

and it worked, for a second...

you let out a soft yelp as scara bites down on the flesh of your throat, one hand shooting to hold onto his head.

the quiet doesn't last long though

"this is how you really feel about me, huh?"

"can't you shut up for once?" he would say, pulling away from your neck and kissing your lips instead. he keeps you pinned to the wall, his whole body pressed against yours as you eagerly kiss him back, gripping the strands of indigo hair.

and im gonna end it there because we all know i get carried away and i will turn this into another full fic if i dont 😭😭

[charlewiss]

check yes, juliet / mick schumacher

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summary: mick and you have just started dating during the 2022-2023 break. he has to leave soon to start the season, but couldn't find a way to tell you how little time you two had left. what happens when time runs out for him? how could he fix it now?

word count: 1.775 words

warnings: parts like this are song lyrics. probably crappy ending cause apparently I don't know how to write good endings!!! also, the character is called juliet just to be accurate with the song but her name isn't really used. you can clearly put your own name over it haha

check yes juliet, are you with me?

he knew that avoiding a problem probably wasn't the brightest idea, but it was the only solution that mick found at the time. ever since your relationship began in the middle of the 2022-2023 break, after texting and seeing eachother back and forth during the previous season, he knew that soon enough you two had to stick to long distance due to his job and your career.

but he didn't know how to tell you. so he didn't.

of course you knew that eventually he had to go back to racing, and after all, you wouldn't dare to put yourself in the way of him achieving his dreams, but you didn't knew just how soon it was time for him to leave, again.

when there was one month left, mick thought he still had time. why would he ruin the 30 days that you two still had when you two could be making the most of it? knowing that -sooner rather than later- he would have to go back would make the passing days hurt a lot more. so he stayed quiet. you two would spend every waking moment together, and the nights were spent lost in eachother. and it was good. except for the clock ticking backwards on mick's brain.

and the clock almost run off. in two days time mick had to leave, and he hadn't found the way to tell you yet. corinna said that postponing it would only hurt more, but he didn't listen, and now two weeks had passed and he knew that he had fucked up massively. how could he tell you that he had to leave on friday morning now?

[3:33 pm] mick said: hey, you're busy?

[3:34] juliet said: just baking a lil something<33 what are u thinking about?

[3:35] mick said: want to have a picnic at the lake? angie needs to take a walk and i miss you

[3:36] juliet said: 4 pm it's alright with you?

[3:36] mick said: see you there baby

it was just over 4 pm and they had just arrived at the park, seated just beside the beautiful lake that had almost crystal clear water. it truly felt like a dream to you, even though mick was dreading it. after making a little small talk, chatting about his family, angie, how were you preparing to start the school year, and eating the cookies that you just took out of the oven, mick knew he had to break it off to you. it wasn't fair to keep you in the dark.

'hey, darling, I have to tell you something'

you had never seen mick quite like that. he was drawing shapes on your leg, which you learned he only did when he was too anxious about something. and your assumption was confirmed when he couldn't quite meet your eyes. 'what's wrong?' you asked him, while caressing his left cheek with your right hand. he leaned in your touch and closed his eyes, almost trying to freeze this moment in his memory. not wanting to let this moment go.

'i have to go... on friday' he said softly, and you almost didn't hear him. what? the blood in your face had seemingly run off and a sudden cold ran through your veins. so soon?

'i thought we had a bit more time' you said, still quite shocked. you took off your hand, and instead started petting angie that was by your feet. 'we had. i knew about it for almost a month. I just didn't want to ruin this' you looked at him shocked. a whole month.

mick's reaction time due to his job where extremely quick. and still, he could quite see how fast you got up and started running away. instead, he froze. and he knew, just as his mom had warned him, that he had fucked it up. after picking up your stuff in the quickest time he possibly could and grabbing angie, he started making his way back to your house that was just a couple of blocks away. he knew the road almost by heart now, and arrived in half the time it would normally take him. his fastest lap and he wasn't even in his car.

he was so into his thoughts, and thinking about every way that he could make it up to you, that mick hadn't noticed that the sky had turned almost black, and the clouds threatened to pour. when he reached your house, rain was already falling down on the sidewalk, soaking him wet. 10 missed calls and 20 unread texts later, he was growing impatient -and freezing cold-. after the thousandth time ringing the doorbell, the blue eyed boy started to play out his options. he wanted to make it right before leaving. 'i won't go until you come outside' he said, pounding at the door, knowing that you were inside listening. and still, you didn't answer.

when you peaked through the window and saw that he was still by your doorstep, hours later, all wet and, for sure, freezing cold, you couldn't avoid the sudden urge to send him a quick message, without answering to his previous texts.

[5:57 p.m] juliet said: go home mick

[5:57 p.m] juliet said: you'll freeze to death

[5:57 p.m] juliet said: we'll talk tomorrow

mick had been on the phone with his mother for a few minutes after he read the messages because he didn't know what to do. the blonde boy was seated at your doorstep, clothes tight due to the rain and with tears in his eyes when he realized that he won't get to talk to you today. he didn't know how he could focus on his job if he had to leave before you two could talk. he knew he couldn't afford to lose her, not when he tried to lessen the pain, only to backfire and cause you even more harm that he had intended to avoid in the first place.

after corinna scolded him -not really telling her son 'i told you so', cause she could hear how much mick was hurting from the other side of the phone-, she made him go back home, reminding him that you were a grown woman who could make her own decisions and that, eventually, you would hear him out when you were ready.

and still, that night, mick couldn't sleep. it was the first time in two months that he was sleeping alone, and it seemed like he had lost the ability to sleep without your warmth beside him. so he tossed and turned, until he grew tired of it. the clock told him it was 2 a.m, and he knew that you probably would be wide awake too, just like him, because your reoccurring nightmares were out of control without having the blonde boy by your side to calm you down.

check yes juliet, kill the limbo i'll keep tossing rocks at your window, there's no turning back for us tonight

[2:03 a.m] mick said: hey, you're up?

[2:04 a.m] mick said: can't sleep without you

[2:04 a.m] mick said: I have to leave tomorrow

[2:04 a.m] mick said: please let me fix this before i have to leave

[2:16 a.m] mick said: i'm outside

you lived just a couple of blocks away, so against his mother best judgment he decided to follow his own. when he arrived, he saw your night lamp on and by that he knew you were up. and he was right: even though you tried, you could sleep thinking about the blue eyed boy. you knew it was still too soon to face mick but if you didn't see him and talk it out before he left, you would regret it immensely.

you were taken off your thoughts when you heard the little knocks on your window. at first, you thought that it was on your imagination, until you heard them again a couple of seconds after. when you got close to the glass to see what was happening below, you saw him. 'c'mon, juliet. I know you're there. i'll keep tossing rocks at your window if you don't answer' mick shouted. god, your neighbors would kill you for sure if your boyfriend continued screaming into the quiet of the night.

trying to shut him up quickly, you got off the bed and made your way downstairs, opening the door as fast as you could once you found the keys. 'its 2 am, mick' you said matter-of-factly. the blonde boy sighed, already sensing the wall that you had put between you two, and how different your voice sounded compared to a few days ago when everything was right. 'can we talk, please?'

you knew that you were being maybe too hard on him, so you let him enter the house to go on with what he needed to say. after he sat on the couch, with his head in his hands, he continued, almost in a whisper. 'i know i should have told you earlier. I just didn't know how. we were having such a good time together, I didn't want to ruin it'

'yeah, but you should have told me, love. I knew that you had to leave. I'm not mad about it.' you said, still standing, but getting closer to where he was so you could gently stroke his hair. he leaned into your touch, now depositing his head on your stomach, still with his eyes glued to the floor. 'i know that you think we're not meant to be because of how different our lives look at the moment but I know we can make it work, darling' mick just couldn't hold the tears any longer and you felt it when his voice cracked at the end.

'come with me. you have a few weeks left before the school year starts. please' his blue eyes were now looking directly into yours. the room was dark cause the lights were turned off, but the moonlight that peeked through the blinds let you see the features in his face, staring softly at you. 'I won't leave without you'.

run, baby, run. forever we'll be you and me.

you sighed and rubbed your face with your hands, knowing that there was no possible outcome other than you agreeing to go with him. after a few seconds, you finally answered 'just two weeks'. immediately he was up on his feet and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. 'can we go to sleep now?' you giggled.

[moalovestxt]

Hey! Just wanted to thank u for writing for elast ㅠㅠ my boys deserve so much love and many many recognition 💜 your writing always makes me happy and gets a smile out of me, also thanks for that.

If possible (and no rushing please take your time!) can I request no. 25 from the prompt list with bby boy Wonhyuk?

Thanks, please take care and I hope your exams were alright! 🌸💖

Never without each other [Wonhyuk]

This took forever but hey I’m back and I wanted to finish this one first!

Prompt: #25 ”I’ll carry you.” with wonhyuk!

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”My legs are killing me.” You let out a sigh of frustration from the pain. You had been practicing for at least an hour without any breaks. You could feel how your legs were slowly giving up from not having a break. “I told you that we should have had a break.” Your friend Wonhyuk told you when you sat down looking like you were about to faint any second. Wonhyuk was your best friend and also happened to be in the same dance group as you. You roll your eyes to his comment, trying not to show that you knew he was right. He let out a laugh at you rolling your eyes at him. He knew he was right and that you knew that too. ”We should go to the nearby cafe’ and get something to drink.” He says with a smile. You look over at him with a small pout and nod your head. The thought of something yummy and sweet sounded perfect to you. You needed new energy from all the hours of dancing.

The only problem was that your feet was killing you and hurting real bad. You were too scared to even stand up. You didn’t want to bother Wonhyuk. He looked happy that the two of you were going to take a break. You didn’t want to break the news that you couldn’t stand up. You put your hand on the floor to push your body up but your legs gave up before you were even half way to a standing postion. You felt how Wonhyuks body supported yours before you fell on your bottom. ”hey..you weren’t kidding about your legs.” He said as worry took over him. He didn’t think you were serious about the pain. You tried to give him a smile not wanting to worry him. ”yeah..” you said. ”you shouldn’t push yourself this hard.” He said making her nod. He was known for giving you lessons when he was worried.

Wonhyuk moved to a postion so that he was able to support you while you stood up. ”I’m fine..thank you.” You said with a smile. ”Stop lying.” He said back to you making you look at him. He knew you. He was your best friend after all. On top of that, he loved everything about you. You on the other hand, had no idea about that part. ”I’ll carry you” he said making your eyes widen. You shaked your head at his words. You felt guilty. You were the one that pushed too hard, knowing that you were going to get hurt. ”I am.” He said standing infront of you. ”to the cafe?” You asked him and he gave you a nod. It wasn’t that far from where you were, but still it wasn’t short either. ”Wonhyuk..” you started but he didn’t move. ”I am..that’s it. Come on.” There was no point in arguing with him. You did as he said and you couldn’t help a chuckle leaving your lips. ”What did I do to deserve you?” You asked him while hugging him tighter, making him melt. ”You didn’t have to do anything. You are just my favorite person.” He said making you smile. He loved you. Maybe someday he will confess, but as of right now, he’s just so happy to have you with him all the time. He didn’t want to ruin your friendship. He loved hanging out with you. He wanted to do that while being more than friends.

Part 2??