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hamzaheaven · 1 day ago

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High fic with hamzah?

a/n: writing this fried as fuck so it only seemed right xxxx thank u for the req :’) also first time posting smut im terrified (its written in the way i enjoy smut so no vulgar words, moreso descriptions i guess?? idk pls im ashamed lowkey.) and its long as hell ok ill stop apologising now. sorry

tags: friends to lovers, tension.

warnings: weed smoking, dry humping.

NSFW <3

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you feel your eyes strain slightly as the smoke spills from between your lips, your gaze focused mindlessly on the orange tip of the joint. you’re sitting on Hamzah’s bed, your back resting against his headboard. you and him had been friends for a while now, but it was starting to become harder for the both of you to ignore the blatant attraction and tension that lingered between you. the suggestive tones curling around every word, the glances that last a little too long. it was evident in everything, but you both seem to keep skirting around it. tonight, it feels heavier. hamzah had called you earlier, his voice laced with something softer than usual, asking if you wanted to come over and smoke. you didn’t hesitate. now, the two of you exist in easy silence.

hazily, your attention drifts across the room. Hamzah is sitting in his desk chair, hunched over slightly as he edits a video on his computer. the screen is the only strong illumination in the otherwise dark room, the blue-ish light reflecting off the glasses on his face. your chest rises and falls slowly as you watch him, your eyes flicking across his back. his jaw clenches and unclenches in focus, his fingers moving over his mouse mindlessly.

as if he notices your dwelling gaze, he turns his head over his shoulder to look back at you. another moment of comfortable, wordless silence passes as you simply stare at him, a sheepish grin tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“what?” he quietly asks, the ghost of a chuckle laced within the simple question. even from behind his glasses, you can tell his eyes have turned a little red, too, like your own.

you blink your eyes slowly, sparking the lighter in your hand a couple of times before shaking your head and shrugging. “nothing,” you mumble back, looking down at the lighter for a moment before back up to him. “admiring my view,” you add, your tone a little unserious as you sit up slightly.

he immediately returns his attention back to his screen, humorously shaking his head in disapproval. the sound of his mouse clicking is echoing throughout the silence once more. “don’t say that,” he stoically says, “ew,” he adds, but you are quick to catch the tiny twitch of a grin tugging at one corner of his mouth.

you can’t help but puff out a laugh, knowing how quickly he cringes at comments like that. silently, you relight the joint, your throat and lungs contracting slightly as you inhale. “you almost done?” you ask, your voice soft as the smoke billows out along with your words.

he doesn’t respond immediately, humming instead. “yeah, just need to-” he starts, cutting himself off as he clicks around on his screen before continuing his sentence, “cut these clips a bit more…”

a slightly dramatic sigh falls from your lips as you place the joint on the ashtray on his bedside table. “well, you better hurry up, or there won’t be anything left for you to smoke,” you reply, your words carrying a teasingly taunting tone.

he clicks his tongue in response, still keeping his eyes focused on the screen. “don’t you dare,” he mumbles, his mouse now moving faster across his computer as you amusedly continue to watch. he takes another five agonisingly long minutes to finish up, turning his monitor off before sliding the desk chair back and getting up. in the now mostly dark room, he stretches, his bones crackling a little, a soft groan eliciting from his throat. you look up at him through half-lidded eyes, the same sheepish grin still on your face as he sluggishly pads over to the bed. “scoot,” he mumbles, scratching his hair and waving his hand for you to move to the other side of his bed.

you do as he says, moving over to make room for him, your movements a little slower and heavier than usual. the mattress dips beside you, his body plopping down on where you had previously been sitting. a deep exhale passes through his lips as he sinks deeper against the pillows, shifting to get more comfortable. your eyes feel heavy as they seem glued to him, tentatively watching his every move. his fingers reach for the joint resting on the ashtray, taking off his glasses with his other hand. he looks at the joint for a second, before sparking the lighter, the orange flame illuminating his face in the dark room. you swallow sharply, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and lolling your head back gently against the headboard. hamzah’s yet to notice your shameless staring as he takes a long drag, inhaling before the smoke billows back out of his nose and parted lips. finally, he turns his head your way, catching your gaze as it was already on him. he mirrors your movements, resting his head on the headboard as well.

the atmosphere in the room feels a little loaded, the tension between him and you almost palpable in the air, the effects of the marijuana only intensifying it. neither of you look away. his gaze flickers down for a second—just barely. it’s quick, but you catch it. the subtle drop of his eyes, lingering just a second too long on your lips before they snap back up to meet yours.

inhaling sharply, you move a little closer, teasingly placing your hand on his upper thigh as you lean over him, reaching for the joint he had laid back on the ashtray. he flexes the muscles in his thighs in reaction to your touch. your head feels fuzzy, your eyelids strained as you relight the tip, staying in place instead of moving back to your previous spot on the bed. the smoke passes through your parted lips, the taste of the green plant lingering in your mouth before you turn to look at Hamzah.

his head is lolled back against the headboard as he watches you through low eyes, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. he shifts slightly as you keep your hand on his thigh, leaning on him to prop yourself up a little as you turn your body towards him fully. with your blood-shot eyes, you keep them locked onto his own, taking another drag before tentatively leaning closer. he watches with anticipation as you stop inches in front of his face, blowing the smoke against his parted lips teasingly. you flip the joint around in your fingers for him to wrap his lips around the end, but he doesn’t react for a moment. he seems to contemplate something, his chest rising and falling slowly as he blinks at you.

wordlessly, he gently moves your hand away from his face, taking the joint from between your fingers and placing it on the ashtray. “c’mere,” he then mumbles, shortly nudging his chin upwards. his hand gently traces up your arm and into the crook of your neck, his fingers lacing in the hair at the back of your neck. you feel your chest flutter slightly at his soft command, watching gingerly as he tugs your face closer to his.

teasingly, he ghosts his parted lips against yours, grinning to himself. he juts out his bottom lip a little, an airy exhale rolling off your tongue as it touches your mouth. you move your head to the other side, trying to find a way around his teasing, but he doesn’t immediately let up. instead, he removes his thumb from the back of your neck, carefully tracing it along your jawline until it reaches your bottom lip. he pads the finger across the soft, slightly damp skin. you can’t help but stifle a sigh, placing your other hand on his chest gently. a little frustratedly, you curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt.

he notices your frustrated gesture, biting back a light chuckle. his free hand tugs on your thigh, guiding your body to straddle his lap with heavy and slow movements. he exhales against your parted lips once more, teasing the tightened tether of tension carelessly once more before finally giving in.

your hands slide up to his neck, your spine arching slightly as he gently presses his lips against yours. the dense haze in your head lifts just a little at the feeling, the hand that isn’t curled into the hair at the back of your head moving up your thigh and under your shirt. you inhale sharply against his mouth at his rather cold fingers stretching across the warm skin of your bare back. he applies a gentle pressure, pushing you down onto him a little. his eyebrows furrow, his heavy eyes fluttering shut at the friction. in response, you gently dig your nails into the back of his head. shivers continue to roll down your spine as he keeps his cold hand there, absentmindedly guiding the way you’re moving.

you pull a hand through your hair, moving it out of the way, never breaking the kiss. something about the effects of the weed seems to make every touch, sound and move feel like a breathtaking bliss. a low, soft exhale tumbles from his throat, strangling into a whiny, barely audible moan. “fuck,” he curses against your lips when you roll your hips, just barely, experimentally, and a sharp inhale cuts through the space between you.

his fingers dig into your waist like he’s attempting to ground himself. his breath shudders as your hips roll over him again. his head falls back against the headboard with a quiet, broken sound—something between a sigh and a whimper. you can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles go taut beneath your hands, the way his grip on you wavers between restraint and desperation.

“f-fuck,” he repeats, his voice thin and unsteady. he’s already unraveling, his chest rising and falling faster as his hands twitch against your skin. you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this—so quickly undone, so easily wrecked just by the slow grind of your hips, the teasing drag of your fingers up his chest.

you curl your spine slightly, leaning down as your lips ghost over his jaw, trailing down to the side of his neck, where you press a single, deliberate kiss to the warm skin just below his ear. his whole body tenses beneath you, a shaky, barely-contained whimper tumbling from his lips.

“please–,” he starts, but he can’t seem to finish the sentence. his hands flex on your waist, his eyebrows furrowing deeper, his voice soft and whiny.

you hum against his neck, the vibration making him shiver. “please, what? hm?” you murmur, your lips brushing against his pulse point, pressing a deep kiss there.

he swallows hard, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. “don’t… don’t stop,” he stammers, his voice catching on the words. His fingers twitch against your skin, restless, desperate, barely able to even guide your movements anymore.

you pull back just enough to look at him, your gaze flickering over his face. his lips are parted, slightly swollen from how hard he’s been biting down on them in an attempt to be quieter. his pupils are blown wide, a deep furrow in his eyebrows. he looks wrecked already, and you’ve barely even touched him.

you tilt your head slightly as you listen to his quiet plea, making the coil in your lower abdomen tighten. your fingers tentatively trace the hem of his shirt before slipping beneath the fabric, dragging your nails lightly up his stomach. his breath stutters at the touch, and when you press them down slightly, just enough to make him feel it, he lets out a high, needy whimper.

his hands shoot up, gripping your wrists like he’s trying to stop you—but his hold is weak, like he doesn’t actually want you to stop. “wait… wait,” he tries, his voice barely above a whisper, breathy and shaking, giving away he doesn’t want to cum so quick. his head tilts back, his eyes fluttering shut. his chest is heaving as you curiously halt your movements.

you lean in again, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his collarbone. “you’re so sensitive,” you murmur against his skin, and the way his breath catches, the way his thighs flex beneath you, tells you everything you need to know. you gently continue moving, bringing back the friction that was making him writhe underneath you. his taut muscles immediately melt again under your body, a whiny exhale falling from his parted lips.

“y/n–...” he tries to speak, but your name is quick to die in his throat when you grind against him again, slower this time, more deliberate. his hands clench and unclench at your sides, his breathing turning into short, hitched gasps. his voice wavers, and then he lets out a soft, whiny moan that makes your pulse spike. you watch as his head turns to the side, his skin burning, like he’s embarrassed by the sounds slipping out of his mouth.

but you don’t want him to be quiet.

tilting his chin back toward you with a gentle hand, you hover just inches from his lips, your thumb brushing against the corner of his mouth. “don’t hide from me,” you murmur, your voice softer now, coaxing, suggestive on the shell of his ear. “I want to hear you.”

his breath shudders, his grip on you tightening for a split second before going slack again. another curse word tumbles from his lips, his head dropping forward, his voice coming out in airy whines. “fuck… i’m, s-so close,” he stumbles over his whispered words, his chest heaving.

you watch him, your own breath catching in your throat now, too.

he lifts his head again, messily searching for your lips with his own, breathing raggedly. his grip on you is tight; harsh, almost as you continue rolling your hips, feeling how he pushes his own hips up every now and then. his whole body is tense, caught between pleasure and overwhelming sensitivity, and the way he’s looking at you—dazed, unfocused, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded—only spurs you on.

your mouths sloppily connect once more, and you can tell he’s struggling to focus.

hamzah is trembling slightly beneath you now, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps as you keep moving against him, your nails roaming his back with deliberate slowness. his head tilts back, exposing the long curve of his throat, and the soft, desperate sounds spilling from his lips are enough to send heat pooling low in your stomach.

“i cant h… im gonna–,” his voice breaks on a whimper, the muscles in his thighs going taut, a string of loud moans following his cut off words. you watch with parted lips as his head drops back against the headboard. his expression contorts with the overwhelming ecstasy that thrills through all of his nerve endings, your nails digging into the skin of his chest as you feel the muscles in his stomach contract and release in rhythm with his whiny moans. they slowly grow softer, and you bite back a brief chuckle as you feel a growing, warm, wet spot in his pants underneath you. his hands slide down from your waist to your hips, his chest still rapidly rising and falling. he keeps his eyes closed for a moment longer, seeming to relish in the sensations pulsating through his body.

you swallow sharply, deliberately shifting a little on top of him, causing him to wince a little at the overstimulation of the sensitive area. he lazily opens his eyes into yours, his lips a little puffy and glistening as he keeps them parted, his panting slowing down slightly. his eyes are still a little unfocused and hazy as he flickers them across your face for a moment, a glint of endearment in them. he then drops his gaze down to his crotch, groaning a little. “look at this fucking mess,” he mumbles, also noticing the wet spot in the fabric, along with some of it splayed out on the skin of his stomach where his shirt had moved up.

a breathy chuckle falls from your lips as he looks back up at you. “why would you make me ruin a perfectly good pair of sweatpants like that?” he asks jokingly, his eyes still half-lidded as he amusedly gazes at your state; a pink hue on your cheeks, lips puffy and damp, eyes heavy and your hair a little disheveled. he carefully wraps his arms around your waist, craning his neck so he can comfortably press a sweet, simple kiss on your mouth.

you shrug playfully, grinning into the kiss. “my bad.”

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chrollohearttags · 3 days ago

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nobody knows • portgas d. ace

another drabble for sneaky link/ex boyfriend ace bc I have one functioning brain cell and all of it is focused on him atm teehee 🤭

wc: 1.8K

more infidelity (y’all both still AIN’T SHIT 😭 reader got that dog in her I’m sorry), straight porn, modern au, black fem reader, phone sex/sexting, squirting, oral sex, calls reader bitch, a eating + anal, recording, backshots, rough sex, heavy breeding, idk what else will come out

he’s so ooc in this and I don’t give a fuck (I’m ovulating and stressed w life + therapy is too expensive)

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nobody knows why you and ex-boyfriend!ace broke up in the first place. Honestly, it seemed like such a waste…three long years down the drain with nothing to show for it but the two of you left in shambles. Friends and family consoling you both as you learned to navigate life without one another. (Y/N), moving on fairly quickly with the son of one of your dad’s friends..a byproduct of military nepotism and the very antithesis to what Ace was. A stiff working a cushy desk job and reaping the benefits..pushing papers and always playing it safe. He was very kind, sweet and damn near ideal in every sense of the word. Not too much of a drinker, a partygoer or anything of the sort but he always took you on dates. All of your girlfriends liked him well enough, thinking that he more matched your speed than the thrill seeking, goofy, chaotic daredevil that was ex-boyfriend!ace. Who rode motorcycles and climbed mountains in his spare time, when he wasn’t holding life by the tips of his fingers as an EMT. Covered in tattoos, he looked like such a quintessential, stereotypical ‘bad boy’… “God, (y/n). I don’t know what you ever saw in that guy. He’s a loser, through and through.”

However, what nobody knows..is that you never truly left him alone! He was your ideal match and you couldn’t shake it. You could actually laugh, joke and make mistakes with him. There was no need for faux perfection and lies. You saw each other for who you really were.

Nobody knows that while you’re at work, he’s constantly sending you filthy messages to get you aroused and worked up. Making you chew your lip and the tip of your pen as you twirl in your chair..reading how he’s going to make sure you feel it in your stomach the next time you two link. Nobody knows he shamelessly sends you nut videos, uttering your name with the sexiest moans. Nobody knows that when you tell your assistant that the hour where you refuse any meetings is designated for you to choke on ex-boyfriend!ace’s cock in your cute little business attire..loving the way those glasses hang off the tip of your nose as he pushes your forehead to his pelvis.

“Goddamn, babe..I knew I couldn’t quit you..you’re eating my dick up so good.”

“It’d taste even better if you let me come on it first.”

loving that you were willing to abandon all of your morals for him so easily. Nobody knows about the second phone you keep stashed away in your glovebox just to call him late at night when your new man is sleeping or working overnight and you want some company..

“Can you please come over? I miss you..he won’t be back tonight. I promise.”

“Of course, baby. Anything for you..I’ll always come running when you tell me.”

or in need of a good orgasm because that dummy couldn’t give you one if you handed him a roadmap to the clit! With ex-boyfriend!ace on the other line talking you through it with that deep voice and lewd commands.

“Oh my gosh, pretty girl. Did you call me just so you could touch yourself to the sound of my voice? You’re so cute..” making you FaceTime him because he wants to see the mess he helped create.

nobody knows that whilst you're out at dinner with your new man, alongside loved ones as he boasts about how he knows you’re the one and how you guys make such a lovely couple, (y/n) is daydreaming about ex-boyfriend!ace riding you on the back of his Suzuki through the city, knowing the rush gets you turned on. That rather than dealing with an insecure little boy who felt intimidated by your looks and success, ex-boyfriend!ace would go drinking and partying with you, loving when you showed off your body because he wasn't worried about another man taking what was his. Nobody knows that you have a small tattoo of ex-boyfriend!ace’s name right above your private area. Hell, it's not as if your new man touched you enough to notice and when he did, the lights remained off.

When your girlfriends are divulging the dirt about their relationships and how envious they are of you. Claiming that you hit the jackpot with such a structured, well mannered guy who works a high paying job and always comes home to you. But what nobody knows…is that he could never replace the man you truly love. So much so, when you kiss him on the cheek that Friday evening before heading to the ‘airport’ for another business trip..you’re secretly meeting ex-boyfriend!ace in the top floor suite at a luxury hotel hours away from home where you two go every month to fuck each other's brains out for three days straight. Akin to addicts who can’t be satisfied, you rabidly devour one another until your bodies quit.

“I’ve waited all week for this…I’m so not sorry for how I’m about to fuck you.” ”I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Wrapping his hands around your throat, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he corners you against a wall. Nobody knows that ex!boyfriend!ace has you face down on a mattress with your ass up in the air as his tongue explores both of your entrances. Practically seating you on his face to suction around that clit, flicking his tongue in and out of your tight cunt before prodding your asshole, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva on each of them. Because you wore that adorable little heart shaped plug to help prep you for the weekend.

“You taste so fucking good…especially when I know you’ll let me have it anytime I want.”

nobody knows that you’re somewhere gripping the sheets for dear life as ex-boyfriend!ace delivers the most insane backshots you’ve ever felt. Those perfectly round, thick cheeks ricocheting off of his lower half..the contrast in your skin and that pearlescent scream surrounding his shaft making the sight even better…ripping orgasms from your body with no shame because he deserves it. After all, you belong to him.

“That’s right..come on this dick, bitch. Give me what I want..” he still loves and respects you all the same. But ace knows you prefer rough, degrading sex far more than the mundane and vanilla. Especially when it was in short supply with your current situation. Even going as far as to place a foot on your head, tugging your arms behind your back so that he can really bury his cock inside of you.

“Yes! Keep fucking meeee, just like that, daddy. ‘S so good!”

“You love when I dig you out like this, treating you like a little slut..’swear this pussy’s going to get me in some serious trouble one day. But I don’t care, I love you.”

rambling on as he feels you twitching around him for the third time, leaving splatters of warm juices each time; squirting immensely from the constant stimulation to your spot.

“Damn, you’re coming so hard, pretty girl. Is he not fucking you right?” Laughing before he could even get the very rhetorical question from his mouth. Leaning down to place a trail of pecks and licks on your spine to console you before placing you into a prone position. ”Of course not..nobody knows this body better than me. Isn’t that right, gorgeous?” All but confirmed by the way you’re tightening around him..he can’t help but to grip your throat and steal sloppy kisses from you whilst he drills you into the mattress. “Nooo, babyyy. You’re the only one who can fuck me this good..oh my Goddd—“ placing his camera in your face so that he could have it for safekeeping..(and in case he gets wind of your man running his mouth about him again!) Making you call his name and scream it to the heavens. “Aceeee, fuck meeee..”

Nobody knows that you’ve been fucking for damn near an hour while your phone buzzes with missed calls and texts from your boyfriend and whatever little girl he’s deciding to entertain for the moment. As heinous as it was, you were just filling the void and you’d always find your way back to each other. Perhaps it was the thrill of sneaking around that kept this charade going. Either way, you weren’t giving each other for a long time and it’s so obvious why..no one else will do the freaky shit that you both crave so much.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe you’re letting me fuck your ass again..feels amazing.” glaring up at him with the most adoring gaze in your eyes and smile on your face as you proudly hold a vibrator to your clit..allowing him to stretch that opposite opening. Practically coming on spot when you began to show your gratitude for this pleasure…

“Thank you, daddy..using all my holes like this. I love it so much.” That much apparent by the tears pouring down your face alongside that toothy grin. Only he could give it to you so good, you begin to cry!

“Oh shit..of course, gorgeous girl. I’d do anything for you..anything to see my baby smile.” Including pinning you down by your throat and letting trails of saliva drip into your mouth. Even feeding you a couple slaps when you all but pleaded with him to treat you like an object.

nobody knows that on the sparse occasions when you have sex with your current man, he’s forced to wear a condom because you’ve discussed several times that you don’t want children and you’re not taking any risks. But ex-boyfriend!ace gets the privilege of feeling that hard cock sliding in and out of you raw..and to breed you as many times as he can muster! Letting load after load spill into your aching womb. Filling every hole with that dripping seed.

“You look so pretty stuffed with my cum, sweetheart. Just how I like it.”

nobody knows why you left ex-boyfriend!ace in the first place but you knew why you’d always come running back!

@violetxxvenom @shamelesshoefairy @lwop-kpop

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pinkkpjobx · 2 days ago

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can you do an imagine where jj is obsessed with reader but he’s also very shy around her like he’s always confident and his flirty self with everyone else but with reader he just gets flustered everytime he’s around her. maybe him asking her out or confessing his love for her or something idk

I gotchu babes

warnings: none really, just fluff! not proofread.

notes: yall....i had like all of it written, then Tumblr decided it hates me and deleted all of it, so i had to rewrite it (it did it twice 😭) ...i actually cried.

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it all began in freshman year, when jj started flirting with every girl to distract himself.

every girl but you. every time he tried, he would stumble over his rehearsed pick-up lines and walk away a blushing mess. he didn't understand it.

he didn't understand you.

until junior year, when he finally realized he liked you. which didn't make a whole lot of sense because the only interaction he had with you (other than the failed attempts at wooing you) were small smiles across the classroom and friendly waves when he just so happened to go surfing at the exact same time as you.

he would be so entranced by the way you balanced on your board as you rode the waves that he would fall off of his. you would look over curiously, unaware of the previous staring. on the rare occasion that he was able to stay up, he would show off and hope that you were looking.

and you were. every time he caught a wave, you were watching him as he did some over the top trick, giggling to yourself as he messed up half the time.

now, you weren't stupid. you knew he liked you, but you wouldn't act on it. not unless he initiated it.

so you started going to the same parties him and hanging out with the pouges in hopes to get closer to jj.

as soon as he would see you at a party, he would find some random girl to hook up with, just so he could leave the party with a reasonable excuse.

as for the pouge hangouts. he would always manage to sit on the opposite side of the room, twinkie, bonfire, you name it.

you were completely fine with it, knowing he needed time. however, the other pouges were not. namely sarah and kie, the other two were dragged into it.

so one surf trip, while you, pope, and jj were in the water, the others were building a fire and ploting. they came up with a plan to get you and jj to sit next to each other and hopefully spark a conversation. then they'd get up and pray that jj would build enough courage to ask you out.

pope, done for the day, swam back to shore, leaving you and jj to ride the next waves.

well, leaving you to ride the waves and jj to watch as he failed to stay up for even one.

after a few more waves (and a couple wipe outs on jj's part), the two of you returned to shore as well.

"some sick waves today." kie said as you sat down next to pope, leaving the last open spot the one on your left.

"best i've seen in a while." pope, responded. the group fell into another comfortable silence as everyone waited for jj to return from the twinkie.

"beer, weed, and marshmallows. or what i like to call, a good time." jj announced his return as he tossed the bag of marshmallows at john b. once he passed out beers, he looked at he empty spot next to you. "uh, yeah! i'll just...i'll just sit here." he sat down next to you, careful not to let his knee or elbow graze you accidentally.

kie and sarah smirked at each other, while pope and john b looked at each other with weary expressions, not quite sure how this would pan out.

"tough waves today, jj? couldn't seem to stay up." kie teased.

he looked down, thankful for the fire infront of him for masking the blush on his cheeks with orange and yellow hues. "not my day, i guess."

"says the best surfer on the island." you complimented.

"that's rich coming from you." he responded, internally patting himself on the back for managing a sentence without stuttering or stumbling over any words.

"i've had off days before." you said, wanting to keep the conversation going.

"y-yeah, but your off days are on the same level as my good days." he looked at you briefly, catching your eyes, before looking back to the fire.

you smile at the compliment. "thank you."

as the conversation continued, he grew more confident in his words. he even started fishing for opportunities. suggesting surf trips, parties, even offering to walk you home that night.

he was so concentrated on not making a fool of himself that he didn't even notice the other pouges leaving.

over by the twinkie, sarah smirked at pope and john b. "told you it would work."

pope smiled over at jj while john b just shook his head. "i shouldn't have doubted you."

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"if you could travel anywhere in the world, anywhere, where would you go?" jj asked. he was walking you home, your path only illuminated by a flickering street lamp.

"hmm, I've always wanted to go to greece." you replied.

he nodded, taking a mental note of that.

"what about you?"

"south africa." he said.

"why?"

"apparently, the waves there are top tier."

you hummed at that. "maybe i'll tag along....if that's okay with you?"

"yes!" he cleared his throat. "i-i mean..yeah, pfft, sure. why not?"

he smiled too. "great, um. do you-do you wanna go to lunch? or, or surfing? or both...we could do both, if you wanted-"

your house came into view and he took a deep breath, wanting to ask you before the night was over. "actually, i, um, i wanna ask you that. well, not that specifically, but, something close...kinda-"

"jj." you stopped his nervous rambling. "calm down."

he nodded. "right. right, yeah. um, i wanted to ask, if um, if your free tomorrow?"

you smiled. "i am. i am free."

"yes."

he paused. "what?"

"yes, jj. i would love to go out with you."

his face broke out into a smile, brighter than that coming from your porch light. "okay. okay, great, i'll-i'll come by at noon?"

you nodded, your own smile stuck on your face. "perfect." you looked up at your house. "thank you for walking me." then you did something he would remember forever.

you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"n-no problem."

"i'm gonna go inside now." you said, giggling.

"yeah! yeah, that's- that's good. i'll uh, i'll pick you up at noon."

you nodded and walked up the stairs to your house, closing the door with one last glance at jj.

he stayed there for a few minutes, bathing in the feeling of bliss that came from spending time with you.

when he finally started to walk back to the chateau, he couldn't stop himself from doing a small victory dance.

you watched from the window of your room, smiling at the idiot who stole your heart.

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autumnheartsprice · 18 hours ago

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bf!simon riley x medic!reader

im a sucker for anything tf141 x medic! reader so here we are

|no warnings really, mentions of heat stroke, fluff, angsty i guess but like not really at all? idk anymore. not proofread|

Well, how did the task force find out the medic was dating the Simon Riley?

Instead of hiring some random guys, the boys took it upon themselves to fix up the landscape around the base and tend to all the things that's broken throughout the past few years. It was a few weeks until their next mission, that was fairly easy too, so they took it easy and didn't force such a harsh schedule upon themselves.

It was the middle of the summer, the sun right above their heads as they were in a heat wave - but who knows the next time they'll be free to even do this? Gaz and Soap were picking weeds as Soap complained about the heat non-stop, Price was in his office doing paperwork, but Ghost was doing all sorts of tasks and working himself up.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he takes a small break to see who it was, only to see your name next to a heart as the most recent notification.

Y/N🖤: You better be taking it easy out there.

S.R.: Always, love.

He got back to work, sweating through his black clothes but continuing to work anyway. "Ay, L.T., you're looking a bit hot, why don't you go take a break?" Soap calls out while wiping a bead of sweat away from his forehead. "Nah, I'm good." He stubbornly mumbles back.

He ran out of water a while ago but was too occupied to go get some more. He was starting to feel nauseous but blamed it on only having a cup or two of tea this morning with nothing to eat. As his vision doubled, he shook it off and decided to take his gloves off as if it'd fully cool him off. Soap nudged Gaz to look over at him and they both watched him silently as he was acting differently.

Ghost gets up from his crouching position and gets a wave of dizziness, he opts for reaching out for the nearest thing to stabilize himself but it turns out he was way further than he thought and lost his balance.

As he fell onto the ground, slightly bumping the back of his head, the two were quickly up and running towards Ghost and trying to get his attention. He was staring up at the tall trees in a dreamy state and panting heavily. Soap pulls his phone out and quickly dials the medic, telling her what happened through a strong, yet scared Scottish accent and telling her to hurry.

The medic runs up to the kitchen and grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge and a clean rag before running outside to find Gaz and Soap crouching down next to Ghost. She unscrew the cap of your bottle and pours some onto the rag; she gently wipes the liquid onto his jaw and cheek before placing it on his forehead and hoping it'll cool him down through the fabric on his mask.

She pulls out a blood pressure cuff and thermometer and starts doing both at once. Ghost moves his eyes over to stare at her and reaches out to grab her thigh, "Mm baby.. you didn't.. you didn't need to-.. come out here.." He mumbles as soon as she takes the thermometer out of his mouth and check it, normal temp. "Don't try to sweet talk me, I told you to take it easy." Soap and Gaz give each other a confused look at the way the two talk to each other .

"My love.. I was going.. easy.. must've just.. lost my balance.." He's deliriously talking at this point. "Ay L.T., I told you to take a break because you looked rough. Working yourself like a dog out here." Soap argues.

Ghost watches her give him a 'I'm gonna fuck you up' stare and he groans. "Baby.. I'd never lie.."

"Really? You're going to say that while you're about to have a fucking heat stroke?" Her voice is harsh but it's hard to be mad at him while he's in such a state. "Love.. I'm sorry.. please don't curse at me.." He mumbles, gripping the fat of her thigh.

She sighs while pressing the rag into his forehead more to let it take its effect more. She convinces Gaz to help her take his hoodie off, and it reveals his arm filled with tattoos.

She moves him into her bedroom and opens the window to let some air come in. After replacing the rag with a colder one, he starts to get less delusional and forms more complete sentences. He cuddles into her and almost, almost, gets her to forgive him. "Baby, I'm sorry.." he mumbles into your chest. "You're stupid."

He sighs before replying, "I know, I know.. I can make it up to you later?" He suggests, earning a smack on the back of his head.

She texts the other medic that she can't finish your shift but it was almost time for nightshift to come in anyway. After hitting the send button, you get a notification from a new group called "???" with her, Soap and Gaz. The first text reading, "Soo... are you two together or what?" from Gaz. After replying yes, Soap states "Gaz, you owe me a 20 now."

#tf 141 #simon ghost riley #call of duty fluff #fluff #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod ghost #ghost cod #ghost #ghost x reader #ghost x you #medic reader #tf141 #cod mw3 #cod modern warfare #cod #cod fluff

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 2 days ago

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okay... late night thot about dick grayson because i CANNOT sleep without writing this down... smut warning

imagine its the 50s (minus all the terrible shit that went down in that time period) and you work at this adorable little dinner. you always get the night shift, and you never ever complain because you always get the same man through your doors every single night for the same damn thing. dick sticks out like a sore thumb, always in a nice suit, or a dark turtleneck- clearly looking like he left some super fancy buisness job. the diner is soft pastels and pinks and blues and he looks like count dracula when he sits in the same corner booth. you always make sure to do your hair and makeup all nice and soft for him, and give extra care to your painted nails and that extra spritz of perfume. so you smell like sugarcakes all the time. flashing him a smile as you skate over with his coffee and sandwhich he always gets for a late bite, and then bumping the juxebox with yout hips so a nice tune will play while he eats (and watches you work). he always tips you super well and you leave your phone number on his bill one time, which was super bold for you because although you were outspoken and bubbly- your little southern drawl heard from the kitchen all the time, you were shy with him. cause he flirted with you like crazy and it made you so flustered sometimes you almost forgot how to skate. but he called you one night and yes you totally were in a little nightgown, laying on your bed, kicking your feet and twirling the phone cord while he gave you praises. dick grayson was such a flirt you were surpised he wasnt married. though he was young, like you- mid/late 20s. i can just imagine him sitting at the bar when its quiet and just staying while you work a slow night to keep you company :)) and he holds your hands in his large ones and just admires your nails whenever you switch them up, he loves every colour and design. his nickname for you was sugar, cause you smelt like a candy and cause he told you that you were sweet as sugarcakes. one night, his compliments were getting you so hot and bothered you met him outside on your break in the back of the dark parkinglot... and ya know. mmhm.

"yeah sweets that feel good? hittin all the right spots for my pretty little sugarplum?" he'd coo as he had your back arched in the back of his cadillac, moaning and fogging up the windows as he gripped your neck and pound into you from behind. "you like that pretty? gonna let me fill ya up, make you even sweeter? my baby.." and he'd pinch your cheeks (both of em) and make you cum so hard you saw stars, head getting foggy and going into subspace as he'd fuck his cum into you even though that fancy lil pill didnt come out until the 60s. oh well, it was dick grayson. and after he cleaned you up and praised you, kissing your face all over and the top of your head before fixing his tie, his glasses and the lipstick kisses all over his neck, he'd take you back before your break was over and get you a slice of pie.

okay idk should i make this a full length fic? the thot just came into my mind, i fear i had to write it... sabrina carpenter has inspired me...

mini moodboard: the people in the pics do not represent what reader looks like, simply the vibe!

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blood-smiles · 2 days ago

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PRAYING for more yandere angel crumbs 🙏🙏🙏 Also ur art and writing style is so gorgeous im tweaking

I’ll answer your prayer nonnie 🪽🪽🪽🪽 I’m the lord and I work in mysterious ways.. THANK YEW I am always so insecure about my work being at least fathomable to read and look at without getting an “..Oh! “ moment from people 💔💔

NAUGHTY HEADCANNONS UNDERNEATH THE CUT!!

• Okay so I think I need to get this out of the way, Angels in my book are genderfluid, or just don’t really care for genders since it’s not really needed in Divinia(My version of heaven). They have the freedom to shape their body to their will, that includes gender and sexual organs. Lucien prefers his male counterpart over his female one when it comes to just pleasure. However, for breeding purposes he is required to at least change the sexual organs on the inside of his body, meaning prostate into Uterus.

•This leads to my next point, He can in fact get pregnant. However he is not going to give human birth, he is going to have his own process of birth as many angels do too. They lay eggs. 😊

•Now I really wanted to talk about his behavior while he is waiting for the eggs to hatch, he will dutifully make a little nest with your clothes and pillows, then settle there until he can push the batch out.

•if you read the first part, you can probably tell he is eager to lay his first batch of eggs, but now you may wonder what is inside of them?? Great question!!! Nephillims and a chance of flying eyeballs with wings.

•angels don’t really care or find attachment to their offspring, most of the time their children will wander off to somewhere idk, so you can be an irresponsible parent!!!

•He is not very pleasant during this period of time when he is pumped full of babies. He isn’t hostile towards you per se, he is hostile towards anyone else BUT YOU. Even pets!! If your dog wants to greet him and sniff his eggs, he will be livid. He will swat at the dog and hiss for it to get away. Call it protective motherly instincts..?

•NEVER bring people to the house during this time, he will be even more violent than towards animals. if anyone finds him in the corner of your room, say goodbye to that friend because they probably aren’t going to be seen ever again.

•Mating process!!!!!!! Put him in a mating press just DO IT. Believe me that you will not regret it, like I bet you will be hypnotized by the melodic mewls coming out of his mouth. If bending him over doggystyle, GRAB HIS HAIR, PULL ON IT PLEASE.

•Your gender doesn’t really matter during mating with him. Angels work in mysterious ways to accommodate your body’s anatomy.

•The little wings on the sides of his head and on his hips will twitch helplessly, contracting and retracting when reaching an orgasm. It’s actually so interesting to see.

•Pee in him. Don’t ask why.

•There are times where he will spread his lips open when changing his organs to female aligned ones, he will stretch himself open, letting you see INSIDE him, how his cervix and walls twitch and flex in sheer need of being filled. And if you look up at his face you will find the most adoration filled look you have ever seen, this isn’t just sex for him, it’s a bonding ritual with the love of his life.

•Okay, now moving onto more SFW headcannons, He is an alright cook, although he can improve very quickly. He does make some feet kicking tea though, his brownies and cookies slap so hard too, it’s like those cookies your grandma made.

•He is very well acquainted with the elderly, he enjoys speaking to them and finds familiarity and understanding amongst them. He is older than the earth so he is an old soul, naturally he would be a charmer with the grandmas too.

•softest feathers, like rest your face on the large set of wings on his back and you might ascend to another plane of existence. He will laugh at your blissed out face and kiss the tip of your nose while wrapping the wings on his hips around you.

•his boobs and hair bounce when he walks. :)

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andy-15-07 · 3 hours ago

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could you maybe write pedro pascal x reader having a big fight and pedro snapping at her and idk something like that angst

Shattered Echoes

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 3030 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

You never imagined that a quiet evening at home could shatter the fragile peace you’d spent weeks trying to build. The living room is dimly lit by a single floor lamp, its soft glow failing to warm the chill in the air. The clock ticks monotonously, marking each second of the silence that has grown too loud to bear. Tonight, the tension is palpable—an invisible weight pressing down on you as you await Pedro’s return.

The door creaks open. Pedro steps inside, his gaze flickering around the room before settling on you. His usually warm eyes seem distant, troubled. You stand up slowly, heart pounding, bracing yourself for the inevitable confrontation.

“Pedro,” you begin, voice trembling just enough to betray your inner turmoil, “we need to talk.”

He sighs, the sound heavy with exhaustion and regret. “We do, don’t we?” he replies, his tone flat, almost defeated. The air between you vibrates with unspoken accusations and past hurts.

You cross your arms, trying to maintain composure. “I’ve been feeling… neglected. Like I’m just an afterthought in your life. Every time you get busy or, worse, when you shut me out—I just feel worthless.”

His eyes narrow slightly as he steps closer. “Neglected? Worthless?” he echoes, his voice rising. “Is that really how you see it?”

“Yes!” you shout, unable to hold back the flood of emotions any longer. “I see you coming home late, not answering my calls, and then expecting everything to be okay when you walk through that door. I’m here, Pedro. I’m right here, and I deserve more than half-hearted apologies and silence.”

Pedro’s hands clench at his sides. “You think I don’t struggle with this too?” he snaps, his tone laced with anger and hurt. “I’m doing everything I can—every day is a battle I never wanted to fight.”

The raw intensity in his voice stuns you for a moment. “A battle? Since when is loving someone a battle? Since when do we have to fight for every scrap of attention?”

His face reddens as he takes a step forward, the space between you charged with explosive energy. “Maybe it’s because you keep pushing me away!” he roars, his eyes glistening with tears of frustration. “Every time I try to get close, you’re already building a wall.”

You feel your heart shatter a little more with each word. “I’m not pushing you away, Pedro,” you plead, your voice cracking under the weight of your pain. “I’m trying to understand why you’re not here when I need you. I’m trying to understand why you let your demons take over our moments.”

Pedro’s laugh is bitter, almost mocking. “My demons? What about yours?” he fires back. “You hold onto every slight, every misstep. You let anger and resentment fester until you’re drowning in it. I can’t always be your savior, your crutch.”

The room feels too small now, the walls closing in as memories of countless silent dinners and missed conversations flash before your eyes. “So now it’s all my fault?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. “Every time I’ve felt hurt, you’ve dismissed it as overreacting, as if my feelings aren’t valid?”

“Don’t you dare,” Pedro snaps, his eyes flashing dangerously. “My life isn’t some fairy tale where everything is perfect. I have my own scars, my own regrets. I’m trying—damn it, I’m trying to do the best I can.”

The anger in his voice is raw and jagged, each word a desperate attempt to explain, to justify. “Then explain why you can’t even talk to me without snapping? Explain why every conversation turns into this war zone?” you demand, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow.

Pedro paces back and forth, running a hand through his hair as if trying to untangle the mess inside his head. “Maybe if you didn’t always dredge up the past, we wouldn’t be here!” he exclaims, his voice rising with every syllable. “You’re always reminding me of every mistake, every time I wasn’t enough. And maybe if you could just let me breathe, I wouldn’t feel suffocated by your expectations!”

Your eyes brim with tears, and for a moment, the hurt is too much to bear. “Is that what you really think?” you ask, your voice trembling. “That I’m just a burden? That every time I reach out, I’m the reason you can’t breathe?”

Pedro stops pacing, his shoulders sagging as the anger fades into sorrow. “I never meant for you to feel that way,” he says softly, though the damage lingers in every syllable. “I just… I’m scared. Scared of not living up to what you need, scared of failing you.”

“Failing me?” you echo, bitterness creeping into your tone. “Pedro, I’ve never asked you to be perfect. I only asked you to be present, to be honest with me.”

He turns to face you, eyes filled with a cocktail of regret and longing. “Honesty is hard when you’re broken, y/n,” he whispers. “I thought I could protect you from the worst parts of me, but I see now that maybe that wasn’t the right choice.”

Silence falls heavy between you, each of you grappling with your own demons in the quiet of the room. The only sound is your shallow breathing and the soft hum of distant traffic outside the window. You search his face, desperate for any sign of the man you fell in love with—the man who was kind, loving, and fiercely protective.

“Pedro, I’m not asking for a miracle,” you finally say, your voice low and laden with sorrow. “I just want to know that you’re here. That we’re fighting together, not against each other.”

For a moment, his eyes soften, and the anger seems to dissipate like smoke. “I’m trying, y/n,” he murmurs, reaching out to take your hand. “Every day, I’m trying to be the person you deserve. But sometimes… sometimes I feel like I’m failing, like I’m not enough.”

Your heart aches at his words. “You are enough,” you whisper, squeezing his hand in a silent plea for reassurance. “I love you, Pedro. But I need you to love me too—fully, even when things aren’t perfect.”

He withdraws his hand abruptly, his eyes hardening once more. “Love isn’t always perfect,” he snaps, voice laced with a bitterness that cuts deep. “It’s messy and painful and sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just falls apart.”

“You say that like you’re giving up,” you counter, shock and disbelief mingling with anger. “After everything we’ve been through, after all the times you’ve promised to work on us…”

Pedro’s gaze drops to the floor, his silence speaking volumes. “Maybe I have,” he admits quietly. “Maybe I’m just not capable of being what you need.”

A lump forms in your throat as tears well up, blurring your vision. “So that’s it?” you ask, voice trembling. “You’re just going to walk away, leaving me here to pick up the pieces?”

He looks up, eyes red-rimmed and full of regret. “I don’t know if I can be the person you deserve, y/n,” he confesses, each word a dagger to your heart. “I thought I could hide behind my charm, my reputation, but it’s all crumbling. I’m tired of fighting this battle inside me.”

The raw vulnerability in his confession leaves you momentarily speechless. For a long time, neither of you speaks, the silence filled with shared pain and unanswered questions. Finally, you manage to choke out, “Then why fight at all? Why hold on when you’re so sure it’s broken?”

Pedro’s jaw tightens, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Because every time I see you, I remember who I used to be,” he says hoarsely. “I remember the man who believed in second chances, in love that conquers all. And I can’t let that go, even if I’m failing every step of the way.”

You take a tentative step towards him, the urge to comfort mingling with the need to be heard. “Pedro, I know it’s hard,” you say softly. “I know we both have our demons, but we can fight them together. I’m not asking for perfection—just for honesty. For us to try, even when it hurts.”

He laughs bitterly, a sound filled with despair. “Try? How many times have we tried, y/n? How many times have I promised you things I couldn’t deliver?”

The intensity in his voice makes your heart sink. “I don’t care about the promises,” you reply, tears spilling over. “I care about you. I care about us. But I can’t keep doing this, Pedro—the constant fights, the endless arguments. It’s tearing me apart.”

Pedro’s eyes flash with anger and sorrow all at once. “Maybe if you stopped dredging up every little mistake,” he retorts, his voice rising once more, “we wouldn’t be here, screaming at each other in the dark!”

That stings, and you recoil as if struck. “I dredge up mistakes because they hurt, Pedro,” you whisper, voice raw with vulnerability. “They hurt because I care. Every argument, every tear, it’s because I’m still here, still trying to hold on to what we had.”

He turns away, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Maybe what we had is gone,” he mutters, barely audible. “Maybe we’re better off apart.”

The words hang in the air like a death sentence. You stare at him, heart pounding, unable to comprehend how quickly everything can change. “No,” you say firmly, though your voice trembles. “We’re not giving up. Not yet.”

Pedro stops pacing, his back still turned to you as he takes a moment to steady himself. “I’m tired, y/n,” he admits, voice softening. “Tired of fighting, tired of feeling like I’m constantly disappointing you. I’m so damn tired.”

The admission is a blow, and you feel your own exhaustion mirror his. “I’m tired too,” you confess, stepping closer until you’re nearly touching him. “Tired of the arguments, tired of the silence, tired of feeling alone even when you’re right here.”

For a long moment, neither of you speaks, the silence filled with the shared weight of your burdens. Then Pedro’s voice, ragged and soft, breaks through the quiet. “Maybe we need a break,” he whispers, as if the words themselves are a reluctant concession.

Your heart clenches at his words, a mixture of relief and heartbreak. “A break?” you echo, disbelief lacing your tone. “Is that really what you want?”

He doesn’t meet your eyes as he replies, “I don’t know what I want anymore, y/n. All I know is that I can’t keep hurting you, and I can’t keep hurting myself. Maybe we need time to figure out who we are without this constant fight.”

The thought of a break sends a shock through you. “But what if we lose each other?” you ask, voice barely a whisper. “What if this break becomes the end?”

Pedro turns to face you, his eyes searching yours with a mixture of pain and hope. “Then maybe it’s better than staying in a relationship that’s slowly killing us,” he says, though his tone is uncertain. “I don’t want to lose you, but I’m scared that if we keep going like this, we’ll both end up broken beyond repair.”

Your mind races, torn between the desperate need to hold on and the gnawing fear that maybe the fight has already done irreparable damage. “I’m scared too,” you admit, voice raw with emotion. “But maybe… maybe we can find a way to heal. Together.”

Pedro’s eyes shimmer with unshed tears as he searches your face, trying to find a glimmer of the love that once bound you. “I want to believe that,” he says quietly. “But right now, I feel like I’m drowning in everything—the guilt, the anger, the regret.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself against the tidal wave of emotions. “Then let’s start by talking. Really talking. No more snapping, no more shouting—just honest conversation about what hurts and what we need to heal.”

He hesitates, his eyes flickering with vulnerability before a hint of determination takes root. “I’m willing to try,” he concedes, voice barely audible. “I want to try, for both of us.”

A tentative smile plays on your lips as you reach out, gently placing your hand on his. “Then let’s start now,” you whisper, your voice steady despite the pain. “Let’s figure out how to be there for each other, without tearing each other apart.”

Pedro nods slowly, taking a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, y/n,” he murmurs, the words heavy with remorse. “I’m sorry for the times I’ve let my anger get the better of me, for the moments I made you feel less than what you truly are.”

Your eyes well up again, the raw sincerity in his apology stirring something deep inside. “I’m sorry too,” you say softly. “I’m sorry for not understanding your pain, for pushing too hard when you needed space. I just… I miss you, Pedro. I miss the us that we used to be.”

For a long moment, the two of you stand there, the silence between you now laden with both sorrow and the fragile promise of a new beginning. Outside, the city moves on obliviously, but in this small, dimly lit room, time seems to pause—a suspended moment where healing might just be possible.

Pedro takes a deep breath, and for the first time that night, his voice is gentle rather than sharp. “Maybe we need to start with something small,” he suggests. “A conversation without accusations, without judgment. Just… talking about how we feel.”

You nod, feeling a spark of hope ignite within you. “I’d like that,” you reply, squeezing his hand gently. “Let’s try to remember why we fell in love in the first place.”

He manages a small smile, though the pain in his eyes remains. “I remember,” he says quietly. “I remember the way you used to light up the room with your laughter, the way you’d look at me as if I was the only person in the world. I remember how it felt to be loved by you.”

“And I remember how you made me feel safe,” you add, your voice soft with reminiscence. “Like no matter what happened, everything would be okay as long as we had each other.”

There’s a long pause as both of you cling to those memories, the echoes of happier times mingling with the scars of tonight’s argument. “Maybe,” Pedro says slowly, “we can find a way back to that. Not by pretending nothing is wrong, but by acknowledging our mistakes and learning from them.”

Your heart swells with cautious optimism. “I want that too,” you say, determination threading through your words. “But it’s going to take time, and we have to be patient with each other.”

Pedro steps closer, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of hope and resignation. “I’m willing to try,” he repeats. “I don’t want to lose you, y/n. I’m tired of fighting for the sake of fighting. I want to fight for us—to fight to be better.”

A tear slips down your cheek, and you brush it away gently. “Then let’s do it together,” you reply. “No more walls, no more anger. Just us, learning how to heal.”

In that moment, as the remnants of the fight slowly fade into the background, you both understand that the road ahead will be long and fraught with challenges. But for now, there is a spark—a fragile, tentative promise that love, even in its most broken form, can be rebuilt with honesty, forgiveness, and a willingness to fight for what truly matters.

Pedro’s voice is soft as he speaks again, each word measured. “I know I have a lot to fix, a lot of ways I’ve hurt you. And I know I have to confront my own demons if we’re ever going to have a chance at happiness.”

You nod, feeling the weight of his admission settle between you. “And I have my own demons,” you confess, your voice trembling with sincerity. “But maybe, together, we can exorcise them. We can start by listening—really listening—to each other.”

He reaches out, taking both your hands in his. “I promise to try harder,” he vows, eyes earnest. “To be more present, to talk when I’m hurting instead of shutting down. I promise to be honest about my feelings—even when it scares me.”

You squeeze his hands in response, tears mingling with hope. “And I promise to be more understanding,” you say, voice firm despite the lingering pain. “To give you the space you need, and to communicate without letting my own fears dictate every word.”

For a long while, you stand there, hands entwined in a silent pact—a promise to rebuild what has been broken, to navigate the treacherous waters of love and anger with newfound empathy and trust. The night is still dark outside, but in this small moment of shared vulnerability, there’s a glimmer of light that hints at the possibility of healing.

Though the wounds are fresh and the memories of tonight’s fight still sting, you both know that this conversation is only the beginning. The journey ahead is uncertain, and there will be times when anger resurfaces, when the ghosts of the past threaten to tear you apart again. But as long as you have this moment—this raw, unfiltered honesty—you have a chance to find your way back to each other.

Pedro finally speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a resolve that steadies you both. “Let’s promise each other one thing,” he says. “That no matter how hard it gets, we won’t give up on us.”

You meet his gaze, feeling the weight of his words and the sincerity behind them. “I promise,” you reply, your voice resolute despite the lingering ache. “We’ll keep fighting—not against each other, but for each other.”

And as the night slowly gives way to the soft glow of dawn, you hold onto that promise. In the quiet aftermath of shattered echoes, there is a fragile hope—a belief that even in the midst of conflict and despair, love can be reborn through honesty, forgiveness, and the willingness to try again.

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callsign-rogueone · 22 hours ago

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How do you think the fourth wing characters would be like with a little sister? Who would be overprotective and spoil you, who'd constantly tease and fight with you, or not be close with you at all? Obviously for the ones who have sibling(s) in canon we have some idea, but I'd really like to hear your thoughts, especially on Bodhi, Garrick, Imogen, and Xaden! 🩷🖤

I love this ask! sorry it took me so long, and that these are short. I had to think about the sibling dynamics for a while. my brother and I were never very close, so idk what’s “normal”, if that makes sense.

Imogen:

she’s the youngest sibling in canon, so if she had an even-younger sibling, she’d go protective mode times a thousand after your parents’ execution. you are not leaving her sight unless absolutely necessary, and anyone who doesn't pass the vibe check is not going anywhere near you. she’s fighting tooth and nail to stay with you when they split up the 107 for fostering.

she relaxes a little after a while — a little. but she’s still the one to interrogate you about where you’re going, with who, when you’ll be back…

she’s not the warm and fuzzy type by any stretch of the imagination, so the way that she shows you love might look a little different than “normal”. but if/when shit hits the fan, you know that she’ll come running when you call, and the other way around, too.

Bodhi:

he’s the one that spoils you, our sweetheart. anything that you need for any reason will just materialize in your room. (his family comes from money, so it’s fine).

his philosophy is that a) you deserve it all, and also b) you have enough to worry about with the current state of the world (because you absolutely know about all of that wyvern and venin stuff. he’s not leaving you in the dark about it) and having to eventually go to the death trap that is basgiath war college. just let him take care of you, and do the things that he can.

if you got split up, heaven forbid, he visits you all the time. and brings presents, of course.

he’s the touchy one. it’s common for y’all to be directly next to each other all the time, or for you to be laid on the couch with your feet in his lap, whatever. (these are probably bad examples. idk.)

no goodbyes without hugs, ever, because he knows that any day could be his or your last.

Garrick:

I’ve thought about this a lot because of sweets!!

he’s going to invest time in teaching you to protect yourself, as he won’t always be nearby to defend you (especially after he leaves for Basgiath and then graduates to go to Samara and you’re left behind). all of them would do that, but he's the one knocking on your door at the crack of dawn to go run 3 miles with him before breakfast — no days off for this one.

he’s also the one who teases the most. you two are gonna be bantering all the time. outsiders might be concerned, but you and those closest to you know that it’s out of love.

lets you borrow (steal) his clothes, especially when you’re cold or want to be extra comfy. some days you just need a sweater that hangs down to your knees, okay?

the sleeves are also way too long, so you whap him with one, and then he’s putting you in a headlock and messing up your hair until you apologize.

also; intimidates the shit out of any boy you would bring home, because no matter who it is, he could absolutely beat them in a fight. you have to bribe / beg him to stay away whenever you have company, because he’s scared off three potential boyfriends already. his argument is that if they’re too scared of him, they wouldn’t be able to protect you. and maybe he knows that somebody else likes you, anyway…

Xaden:

I feel like out of all the fw characters, I have the least grasp of Xaden, despite him being the MMC. anyway…

similarly to garrick, he’s putting you through the paces to get you physically prepared. maintaining the skills your dad taught you (because fen would have taught all of his kids to fight, regardless of gender), and building on them by practicing with brennan or the other elders.

he’s the one you have random, deep conversations with at 2am over snacks, where you say some incredibly profound, introspective things, and then never mention it again. you both silently understand that anything you tell each other doesn’t leave that room.

you understand how much weight he has on his shoulders, and so you try to take care of him too sometimes. lots of silent gestures between you — if he’s doing laundry, he’ll throw some of your stuff in too, if you’re going to town you pick up a piece of cake from the bakery for him… etc.

that’s all I have for now. might reblog and add more thoughts if they come to me!

#liz.txt #answered #fourth wing #fourth wing x reader #platonic #sibling!reader #xaden riorson #garrick tavis #imogen cardulo #bodhi durran

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cheekytv · 2 days ago

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no way back to normal - chapter one (arthur hill x f!reader) word count: 2.3k warnings: slight angst a/n: well hello!!! i said i would post, so here i am! i actually spent way too much time on that banner and i only like the polaroid section, please ignore the post its idk what the fuck those are... ANYWAY. I was originally planning on doing an arthur tv series but... i kinda got carried away now that the new ep is out so... here we are. arthurtv will most likely get his own one chaptered fic just like george!! i hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment, send asks or reblog, i'd really appreciate it <3

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Running in heels is never a good idea. Especially not during rush hour in London, when everyone and their grandmother are on their way home from work.

Countless people are on the streets and you somehow manage to dodge those right in your way and continue your sprint. You’re sweaty by now, your jacket hanging over your arm, joined by your handbag.

God, I hope the bastard is still there.

Everything kind of went to shit an hour ago. Your plane had landed without any delay and even a taxi had been easy to call over and take you into the city. Until you, well, reached the city and he let you out in front of your apartment. Or what you thought was your apartment. Because looking at the address you gave the taxi driver now, this surely was not the house you left.

Your mum didn’t pick up and neither did your dad and you couldn’t call your brother because he didn’t know you were back. Mostly because you wanted to surprise him, but also because you weren’t ready for the news to get relayed to another person.

Anyway. Your parents didn’t pick up and your brother wasn’t an option so you opted for your best friend Amy. She thankfully picked up - only to let you know she wasn’t in town. Oh, how wonderfully fucked you were.

So, you took your suitcase and tried to catch another taxi. There was none around, which meant you had to either take the metro or walk. Just that, when you checked, you saw your fucking purse was no where to be seen. You had forgotten it in the cab. And of course you didn’t own a credit card at the moment, having cancelled the one you had made back in Germany. Fucking great. No credit card equaled no Apple Play.

All that was left now was hoping for a miracle. You started walking, remembering a small Inn not far and as fate allowed you, the woman behind the counter was kind enough to take in your luggage while you went and looked for… someone to help you. Just then, your mother called, letting you know she and your dad were stuck on the motorway behind a big accident, which meant they couldn’t come pick you up and get you to their place. But they knew where Chris was and were happy to share that information with you.

Chris was at a pub. Which could mean only so many things. Either, he was there for football and you knew there was no game he wanted to watch this evening, or he was there with his friends to catch a drink. And that’s exactly what you had wanted to avoid. His friends. Or at least one of them.

Which is how we get to now. Obviously, you swallow down your pride. Obviously, there is no other rational decision than to run to your brother and maybe face who you don’t want to see.

You thank your own training for not being completely done and dead when you reach the pub. How utterly idiotic of you to wear heels today. Your feet are the only part of you that feels like it’s dead.

Pushing open the door, you are welcomed by the familiar feeling of being in a pub in London, loud voices and laughter and quiet rock music in the background. People are singing along or ignoring the music altogether and you can spot your brother’s head even though he is rather small.

Taking a deep breath, you make your way through the crowd and only stop when you reach the left corner of the room, where Chris is getting beer downed into his mouth by none other than Isaac Smith, who looks like he is having the time of his life. You spot the camera and bite down on your lip - right, there had been option three. Being here with his friends and filming. God damnit.

You allowed yourself to look at the other people around the table and feel your heart sink. He’s here. Of course, he is here.

He’s not the first notice you, instead it’s Arthur Hill, who blinks up a few times, unsure if he’s seeing things or if it’s really you, Chris’ sister who had left for Germany a good six months ago for an internship.

“Am I drunk or is Y/N standing there?” He says, stretching out his arm and pointing at you.

Even though the music and other guest’s loud conversation doesn’t stop, it somehow seems extremely quiet when several pairs of eyes are suddenly on you.

Isaac moves his hand and accidentally pours beer all over Chris’ shirt and the latter yells in protest - that is until he registers Arthur’s voice and sees all his friends staring at the same spot. He swirls around and, indeed, there you are.

His eyes widen and he immediately jumps over to you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Y/N, you’re back!” He sounds so happy and it warms your heart, but you can’t really be as happy as him, not when your eyes are glued to who broke your heart six months ago.

George looks just as surprised as everyone else, but there is something behind his pretty eyes. Something you can’t quite point your finger at, something that makes your stomach fall down to your feet.

“When- what?” Chris parts from you again, his hands staying on your arms, looking you up and down.

“I wanted to surprise you,” your eyes finally move from George to your brother.

“Oh, and that you did!” He smiles and hugs you again. “When did you arrive?”

You tell Chris the story of today, the cameras turning off and you finding your way between Arthur TV and Isaac, Chris across from you, George next to him. You notice that Arthur Hill isn’t here, but decide not to ask about him. Not right now, at least.

“Well,” Chris clears his throat, “I meant to tell you about your apartment complex, I really did, but, uh, I kind of…–”

“He forgot,” Arthur interrupts him, “that’s literally all there is to it. All your stuff is safely in storage.” He smiles at you and you raise your brows.

“As wonderful at that is - where the fuck am I supposed to sleep tonight?”

“You can sleep at our place!” Chris says quickly, placing his hand on top of yours, “of course, you can sleep at our place. I’ll take the couch and-,”

“No, thanks,” you interrupt him, eyes beginning to sting (oh, how much you hate your traitorous heart).

Silence breaks out at your table. The camera men are very focused on their phones, Isaac twirls his thumbs and Arthur’s mouth is hanging open slightly. You don’t look at George and feel just a tad of guilt when you see Chris’ features change.

“Oh, I- I’m sorry, I forgot, uhm.” He scratches his head. “Maybe the first thing to do should be calling the taxi company and get your purse back, yeah?”

Without even waiting for a reply, Chris gets up and takes his phone out of his pocket. You had told him the taxi company earlier and of course, as a big brother would, he decided to take it upon himself to solve that problem for you.

“Y/N,” George suddenly speaks up and you feel your heart jump, “I can crash somewhere else tonight if that makes you more comfortable.”

You hate how the sound of his soft voice and the way he looks at you makes you wanna cry and beg him to take you back. Even after six months he’s still there, at the forefront of your mind, not leaving you alone even for a second. Arthur and Isaac excuse themselves, mumbling something about having to use the washroom and you feel your cheeks heat.

“Just because you’re not there doesn’t mean the memories aren’t either.” You reply and George presses his lips together. He wants to say something, you can tell by the way he looks at you. It’s scary how you can still read him after so many months apart. But then, he had been yours to look at and hold for three years, perhaps it would’ve been scarier had you not been able to read his face.

“You left so abruptly after we broke up, Y/N, I thought maybe we could-,”

“You mean after you broke up with me?” More heat rises within you. “After you broke my heart, after you threw away our future?”

George shifts uncomfortably on his seat, lowering his head.

“Y/N, I told you back then that I am really sorry, I swear to god, if I could change the way I feel, I would.”

Again, your heart shatters and leaves nothing in your chest but aching pain. Closing your eyes, you remember what he told you back then.

“You were my first ever real love, Y/N. I loved you every second since the day I met you, but- but I don’t feel that way anymore. I don’t know when it happened, and I hate myself for it, but there is… there are no feelings left. Nothing romantic, at least. I still love you, I always will, but not… like that. I’m so sorry.”

It wasn’t fair back then and it surely isn’t fair now. Him falling out of love with you when you were ready for more, when you had planned everything in your life with him by your side.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t feel ready to be back in that apartment.”

For more reasons than just the breakup. But you were definitely not going to think of that right now.

In all honesty, you aren’t even ready to be back in this city, but the internship ended and you didn’t really want to stay in Germany either. Your parents are rarely ever in the city and since you planned to just go home after arriving at Heathrow, you hadn’t even asked them to come pick you up. Looks like that initial idea is now biting you in the ass.

“They have your wallet and will bring it over.” Chris walks back in and you look up at him, relieved to move on from whatever this conversation was with George.

“Perfect.” You sigh and get up, not giving George even one more ounce of your attention even though it kills you inside.

“I still think you should come with me,” Chris puts his arm around you, eyes glancing between you and the table George is sitting at, “I know it’s weird, but I haven’t seen you in six months, sis, I really wanna hang out with you. You can totally take my room and I’ll take the couch and George can crash at Arthur’s.”

You understand the sentiment, you really do. And a part of you wants to be with your brother for the night, wants to be back home with him and just feel… safe. But even if George were to stay away for the night, he wasn’t… the only one you were avoiding.

Chewing on your lip, you avoid Chris’ eyes. There was no way in hell you were ever going to tell him - or anyone for that matter. What happens in Germany, stays in Germany. Yet, you can’t shake the feeling this… thing will come back and bite you in the ass at some point.

“Chris…,” you begin, but your brother shakes his head.

“No, no. I won’t take a no for an answer, Y/N. When the cab comes, let it take you to my place, alright? Arthur is there, he can open the door for you.”

Yeah, and that’s exactly why I don’t wanna go there.

Just that you can’t say that. With a sigh, you finally give in.

Which brings you to the apartment door you had seen countless times before. That you have knocked on with every emotion possible. Happy, sad, angry, unsure.

And now, as you slowly lift your arm, your freshly picked up suitcase standing to your right, you knock on the wood with your stomach turning like a washer and your heart beating at maximum speed.

The door swings open and the man standing in front of you has damp hair on top of his head, a towel hanging over his shoulders. He is wearing a grey shirt and black joggers and your jaw tenses.

Arthur Hill looks handsome as ever. Just that seeing him now doesn’t make you happy or relieved. Who used to be one of your closest friends is something else now. It’s not like with George; George broke your heart out of nowhere, made you into something you never believed you could be when it came to him. But Arthur?

“Hey.” He breathes out now, his eyes not able to stay on your own for long. “Chris called ahead, I, uh, it’s good to see you.”

Good to see you? You almost laugh at the sheer lie in his words. Quickly you nod and grab your suitcase by the handle, walking into the apartment past Arthur, who steps back and looks after you.

“Y/N-,” he starts, but you just hurry into Chris’ room, ignoring the door leading to George’s and pushing your suitcase inside. Heart still beating like a drum in a high beat metal song, you finally face Arthur who continues to stand in the hallway looking as lost as you feel.

“You didn’t tell anyone, did you?” You ask, your voice sharp. He shakes his head.

“Of course I didn’t.” He responds, his hands finding the edges of the towel hanging over his broad shoulders. You nod.

“Good. Let’s keep it this way,” you cross your arms.

Arthur nods, his curls slowly bouncing on his head. His hair got longer since the last time you saw him. Something stirs within you when you think about that one night in Munich three months ago. When you remember how his hands felt on your skin and how his lips tasted like that horrible cheap wine you got drunk on.

The memory is fresh and yet seems so god damn far away. It’s like a blur but still clean as day. It doesn’t make any sense. But then - when has sleeping with your ex’s best friend ever made sense?

“We should still talk about it. Eventually, I mean.” Arthur is just too good of a guy. You knew back then and you know now. Which makes the whole encounter so much more awkward. It surprises you to a good extent he even still lives here - not just with George but also your brother.

“Arthur,” you sigh, pulling a hand through your hair, but before you can get another word out, the door opens once more and your face falls when you see George stepping in.

“Oh.” He just says, eyes glancing between you and Arthur. Your chest tightens and you quickly look to the floor, hating the way your eyes begin to sting again.

“I’m tired. I’ll go lay down. See you tomorrow.” You say, hoping George knows you are not talking to him.

When the door shuts behind you, you lean against it and for the first time since you’ve stepped into the pub earlier, you feel like you can breathe again.

#arthur hill #arthur hill fanfiction #arthur hill x reader #arthurtv #chrismd #george clarkey #george clarkey fanfiction #arthur hill fluff #arthur hill smut #george clarkey smut

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hearts-4-vicky · 18 hours ago

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ೃ࿐ 𝐄𝐏 𝟎𝟎𝟗 !

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“ huh. i guess do look like that… ” Hyunwoo says while suppressing a laugh

“ look like what babe? ” a smooth, low voice made the woman snap back to reality

Hyunwoo closes out of twitter and goes back to the facetime call she was on

“ hi somi ” The older waved at the screen with a smile

“ hi hyun, so what were you talkin about earlier? ”

“ jen just said i look like a samoyed .. didn’t realize that til she pointed it out!” Hyun replied, flashing a toothy grin, before she started styling her hair

the blonde’s eyes soften, saying something the mic didnt quite pick up, only getting the first few letters of the word ‘stu…’ . which made the woman look back with a raised eyebrow

“ did you jus call me stupid? “ she said while getting closer to the camera

“ uh huh “ Somi said while grinning

“ wow… it hurts to see my wife badmouth me right to my face! ” Hyunwoo dramatically fell back into her chair, with a hand on her forehead and clutching her nonexistent pearls

“ pfft- im not even your wife anymore, you have aeri now “ the blonde woman looked away pretending to be hurt

“ oh yeah guess your right- WAIT SHIT ”

“ what?? “

“ IM LATE BRO SHES GONNA KILL ME! “ The woman ran out of frame, coming back with a jean button up and a white undershirt. throwing then on and stumbled back to her seat

Hyunwoo started messily styling her hair, put her glasses on, and checked herself on her screen

Somi watched all of this happen, dumbfounded

“ babe? “ she called out to the woman

“ mm? “ half of her face wasn’t even in the frame, but she could tell the girl was rushing a bit

“ what time did you say you had to pick aeri up?“

“ 7 pm.. why? “ hyun paused to look back at the blonde

Somi looked at the clock and looked back at the woman “ Cheong Hyunwoo. its only 4:30. “

“ oh. “ Hyunwoo put her hair clay down, grabbed her phone, and leaned back into the chair

looking back at the blonde with a grin, she said “ wanna know how our first conversation went? “

“ duh. “

taglist(open!): @bunnywonyo , @yjiminswallet , @aloneinacity , @gtfoiydlyj , @meiphobic , @goofymickeyr , @hazel-tanthamore22 , @yuyuyuuuuchlo , @setthenetanddrool , @spidrgamer

authors note: js filler for now… (and only one update) ep 10 is gonna be a lil long oops! idk i might rewrite it anyway love you guys💋

#baby love aeri uchinaga smau #wlw #hearts4vicky #aespa giselle smut #aeri uchinaga smut #aeri uchinaga smau #giselle smau #giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga x reader #aespa smau #aespa x reader #jeon somi x reader

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sossolei · 2 days ago

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Pls talk about when you shifted to the last of us!!!

my experience shifting to tlou2˚˖𓍢ִ⭐️˚.

This was the first time I had ever shifted with a method and felt my surroundings change and all that! Usually ever time I shift, it ends up being kind of accidental or it happens when I’m not expecting it so this experience is one I LOVE, even if I didn’t stay for long. The method I used was the raven method combined with the five senses method…if that’s what’s it’s called LOL.

I was mainly stuck robotically affirming for what felt like a while until I started seeing white in my vision, and then I realized I couldn’t hear my guided meditation anymore so I got excited! The white only last a couple seconds and then it just felt like it was daylight but I could only see it behind my eyelids? Does that make sense? It’s like when you wake up in the morning but keep your eyes closed but you can still see the light behind your eyelids and your vision is reddish? Yk? I hope that made sense.

I actually forgot I was trying to shift when I saw the red in my vision and I started thinking like “what the fuck? I don’t wanna get up, it’s too early for this.” I blinked my eyes open and just stared at the wood ceiling I do not have in my OR before I looked down at my bed and saw purple bedsheets, a metal bed frame, etc. Ugh, my room in that reality is legit so cute :’) Anyways, once I realized I had shifted, I legit sat up so slow and felt my longgggg hair touching my back and lowkey freaked out.

Instead of freaking out about shifting, I was just doing that morning stare at nothing while running my hands through my STRAIGHT freaking hair that I definitely do not have in this reality. It’s funny thinking back because I probably looked so crazy just staring at the wall and touching my hair but whatever. After a minute, I naturally snapped out of it and started looking around my room, legit just kicking my feet and giggling at everything. Behind my bed is kind of a bay window kinda thing with stained glass windows that were purple and pink and green, idk what the exact design was cause it was in reverse from my pov but it was sooo beautiful i can still see it now.

The floor was made out of some old wood and it was super cold so I just grabbed some socks I found on the floor and ran to the door ( too a deep breath first ) then tried to nonchalantly go downstairs to see if my scripted family was there. It’s also worth noting that when you’re finding pins on Pinterest to build a house wherever you’re shifting to, it’ll never really click in your mind as one whole house but TRUST when you get there, everything makes such perfect sense it’s insane. I scripted my family from this reality into tlou so I was so happy to see them in the kitchen just yapping about stuff. My sister was getting her daughter ready for something that was like school adjacent in this universe and my mom was cooking for the old man who owns the house, Warren.

Warren was someone I scripted in but I didn’t give him a name so beforehand I was worried that when I shifted, I wouldn’t remember his name but nope! I knew his name the second I saw him in the kitchen. Everything just fell into place, memories wise and it’s not overwhelming either. It’s more like you look at some trinket and remember that time you found it under a horses foot or something, or you look at the carpet and remember that one time you tripped over it when you first got here, yk? It all comes very naturally and it doesn’t feel forced or like “too much.”

Anyways Warren’s family had passed this house down to him before the apocalypse and he protected it during the apocalypse, never once leaving and he was one of the people who helped build Jackson to what it is now. He saved my family during one of his solo trips and decided to bring us back to Jackson when I was like 11-12, and let us live with him cause his house is real big and he doesn’t have anyone to share it with anyways. Funnily enough, Warren kinda looks like Ethan Hawke but a much older Ethan Hawke and chubbier.

I talked to my family + Warren for a few minutes, just to say hello and stuff and figure out what I wanted to do. I also scripted that I was a sort of engineer around Jackson but girl I was not thinking about all that, so when Warren was like “you gonna get that part I asked for yesterday?” I was like 🧍‍♀️huh? And then I remembered what it was but I only got a visual image in my head, I had no idea what it was called so I was just like “yeaaaaa, of course I am.” Knowing damn well idk what he’s talking about.

I’ll skip the natural parts where I ended the conversation, walked upstairs, put on my shoes, etc but just know…grab everything you can from Pinterest babe….I had like three shoes, no lie. Never let your doubting side take over and say “well it’s only realistic if I don’t have too many clothes” cause, as i high maintenance fashion gyal, I legit sighed and rubbed my eyes when I saw my closet. My three shoes consisted of some big ass, doc marten looking boots, some old school brown converse, and what I assume were like…”fancy” shoes. Like damn I get I only saved a few pins of cute boots but why the hell were those fugly shoes in MY closet😭 let me move on.

Thankfully, it was summer in Jackson but I kinda wish I made it winter cause the summer in Wyoming is so like…ugh. I don’t even know how to explain it, it’s extremely humid and the sun was BLAZING but I already knew it wasn’t going to last a long time. Even people I walked past were talking about how the weather was going to drop to like 20° once nightfall came. If I didn’t have 1A hair in this reality, I already know my hair would’ve looked SO insane, birds would confuse me for a tree like omg??

I can’t even put into words how BEAUTIFUL the little town of Jackson is and little isn’t even the word cause that shit is lowkey huge, I was lowkey getting lost. The mountains in the distance are mind blowing, the walls are so tall you can see them from almost anywhere around town, and it genuinely feels like a community building something incredible for future generations. If nobody else survives, I know Jackson will because there’s so much teamwork and incentives to keep everyone up and active at all times. If it wasn’t for previous playthroughs of tlou2 in this reality, I genuinely would’ve gone everywhere but where I needed to go because I kept getting distracted by new things while I was walking. Ultimately tho, I did end up going to the bar where Ellie and Jesse went to get their sandwiches from Maria at the beginning of the second game and that one guy apologized to her.

I actually wasn’t expecting to see Ellie there cause ever since I woke up I thought I’d be too nervous to see her, even though she’s my gf in this reality, I just thought i would freak out. I only walked to this bar specifically because I knew this one guy, Marty, had the part that Warren needed but guys I was sooo awkward lordddd. I legit walked in, stood at the door for a few seconds just looking around for Marty and then I saw Ellie farther in the back of the room and instinctively turned to leave😭 but then I stopped myself and had to give myself the quickest pep talk like “that’s literally your girlfriend you dumb bitch, just talk to her omg” I was a MESS pls.

We made eye contact once I turned around again and she excused herself from the conversation she was having to walk towards me, and again, I had to give myself a pep talk. I have never been this nervous when I shift somewhere but something about this reality had me BUZZING, istg I don’t think I ever relaxed once.

Ellie looked like a combination of her video game face but also a lot like Cailee Spaeny, although her features weren’t as soft as Cailee’s if that makes sense? They look alike but Ellie is a little rougher looking and she has more freckles. She’s also pretty short lol.

Okay so basically, she said hi to me and put her hand on my shoulder and I completely almost lost my mind. I could feel myself blushing and I think I just stared at her for a second until she got this weird look on her face and was like, “what?” I cleared my throat and tried to calm down but y’all I was a MESS I can’t even. It’s only funny looking back at it but in the moment I swear I had cotton mouth. I had opened my mouth to tell her something but then someone opened the door from behind me aND SHE PUT HER HAND ON MY HIP AND NUDGED TO THE SIDE AHHHHDJWNDISND IM KICKING MY FEET JUST REMEMBERING THIS PLZZ

*clears throat*

Right!

I legit couldn’t stop myself from smiling after that Ellie started smiling too and she was like “are you okay today?” The nonchalant in my body completely left and I just said “yeah it’s just hot!🙂” and she just nodded suspiciously and I told her I came for the part for Warren and then she asked the dreaded question…”what part”…..I was gagged. Didn’t know what the fuck to say. I tried to explain what it looked like and that it was for the backup generators at the fake elementary school for the kids AND OBNYMTJDJENDK WHY DID I FORGET THIS HAPPENED. Okay so I’m explaining this fuck ass part and I’m using my hands to draw it in the air and she’s smiling and looking at me like I LEGIT HUNG THE FUCKING STARSSS and she has this like side smirk/smile on her face while she’s listening to me and by the end of it I say “and yea that’s all I got” and she nods and kinda tilts her head to the side and says “I have no idea what you’re talking about but Marty already left with the morning team for meds” and I was like “and you didn’t want to say anything before I over explained myself for a five minutes?” AND THEN SHE SHRUGS AND SAYS “i think I just like hearing you talk”

YALL

MY JAW DROPPPEDDDDD IN THE FUCKING MOMENT AND I SLAPPED MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH AND TURNED MY HEAD BECAUSE WOWWWWW GAGGED ISNT THE FUCKING WORD. I WAS SO GEEKED AND MEVER FELT SO INCREDIBLY GAY HOLY SHIT.

SHE STARTED LAUGHING AND I HAD GIVE MYSELF ANOTHER PEP TALK BEFORE TURNIN AROUND TO FACE HER.

I cleared my throat and told her I gotta go tell Warren he’s not getting that part today, and I put like one finger in the air like that fucking emoji 🤓☝️ and she legit grabbed my finger, put it down, looked around to see if anyone was looking and leaned in a little closer and asked if I was coming over to watch Jurassic Park tonight!! AHHHHHH why did nobody tell me having a super hot killer girlfriend meant that you’re gonna be nervous around her 100% of the time omg? I just looked at her like this 😳, said yes, and tried to side step her to leave, but then she turned around and pulled the door open for me hehehe. I thanked her and ran out so fast and sped walked back home, again, FULL of nerves. Absolutely losing my marbles the entire time. I haven’t never been that nervous in my LIFE.

When I got to my house, I just took of my shoes at the front, ran to my room, sat on my bed, closed my eyes, and shifted back to my OR.

As beautiful as this reality was, I knew I was too tense the entire time to stay😭 there’s also no clocks or time or anything so I don’t know how long I was there exactly, I just know it had to have been less than 2 or 3 hours?

After writing all this down and remembering everything so clearly again, I think I’m gonna try to shift here again sometime soon. It wasn’t long but it was DEFINITELY memorable and I want to experience more of Jackson and other people. I didn’t even see Joel or Dina or EVEN MARIA. Yeah I need to go back.

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifters #shifting antis dni #shifting community #shifting diary #shifting motivation #shifting storytime #shiftingrealities #solshifts🔅#thelastofsol🔅#shifting to tlou2 #tlou2 shifting #Ellie Williams shifting #tlou shifting #the last of us shifter #shifting to the last of us

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kittynugg · 3 days ago

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Killing Filbrick in every fanwork is such a mood.

Anyway- I personally have 3 headcanons for what Stan's middle name could be:

1. Romanoff - Because I'm not sure a 1950s male baby would have been allowed to have a feminine middle name, but I still want him to be named after his mother. Although if paired with a trans Stan hc, I like the idea of his middle name being Caryn

2. Filbrick - Because the twins' genitor got even more lazy with their middle names and decided to just slap those birth documents with the same middle name

3. My tag where I joked about Stan having no middle name made me think about what if Filbrick literally decided to not give his other child any middle name (not sure how legal that is)

I literally wrote all of this and forgot to ask if the Caryn middle name was your hc or if it had been made canon and it slipped my knowledge

Anyway while writing this, I just got hit with a new idea- Filbrick didn't want kids, and even less twins. So, what if he couldn't be bothered with coming up with a name for the 2nd one and gave him as middle name the name of the firstborn ?

As a conclusion to this essay, the Romanoff middle name hc is my fav and I hold it very close to my heart, but in my head the Filbrick middle name hc is more realistic, and it breaks me. The only problem I see with it is that I headcanon Shermie as the older brother, so I don't know why Filbrick wouldn't have given his name to his firstborn (although I can counteract my own argument with- he got the name of one of his grandfathers. That or Filbrick couldn't be less bothered with names he used the same middle name on at least 2 of his children)

i think you can choose not to give your kid a middle name and that'd be kinda funny ngl like "i dont know these two kids' personalities yet because they were born six minutes ago and don't have them. but i like this one more you get a middle name and the other one eh throw him in the garbage idk"

i doooont think caryn is canon i just went for it because ford's named after filbrick, but romanoff is honestly sm better. its so much better and i'd love to adopt that headcanon but i think i've already referred to him as "stanley caryn pines" somewhere on the internet and that means there's no turning back. like. once the hc is public it stays

also i love how you dont even call him their father because he is not he is a sperm donor at best fuuuuuck that

I LIKE THE FIRSTBORN IDEA THOUGH STANLEY SHERMAN PINES THATS GOOD

but something ive always been curious about since i headcanon shermie as the baby in atots-- who the fuck is that baby if shermie is the older brother 😭 entirely /lh but also a genuine question

#ask #empressofsamoyeds #gf stan #gravity falls stan #grunkle stan #stan pines #stanley pines #stan gravity falls #grunkle stan gravity falls #stanley gravity falls #gf #gravity falls #gf headcanons #gf hcs #gravity falls hcs #gravity falls headcanons #idk why i felt the need to tag this ngl uh #the world needs to see our stan middle name hcs #???

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xylatox · 2 days ago

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Criminal Conscience Tape 05 - Bloody Bodies!! An exciting day for annoying people (me) :))

Past Time!!

Back again to being downbad for criminal!beomgyu, he will always drive me insane. Idk, something about Gyu being so nonchalant here like — It’s not until you move closer to him, your arm brushing against his that he tilts his head your way, one of his brows tugging upward. “Is something supposed to happen?” He echoes in an almost monotone voice. — ?????? like what if I jump your bones (again, and respectfully). — But Beomgyu merely shrugs as he pushes himself off the cold wall. “I am my own boss, dollface.” His lips curl into the ghost of a smirk when he leans over to kiss your forehead. — the dollface nickname will always make me so sweet oh my god.

Present Time!!

“Do you know what kind of freelance?” Your senior then wonders as he flips a page. You did. Though Beomgyu rarely, if ever, discussed work matters with you, you had still caught on to enough where you knew what kind of connections he held, what kind of person he was. — For some reason your lips betray you, “I don’t.” — This entire thing omg???? okay, like I absolutely get reader not wanting to betray Gyu in some sort of way, but it's driving me so insane, like girl you work for the Police😭 you're stressing me out. Like even as we see reader's thoughts I would also love to know why you defended him (like absolutely love him to death), but that kind of loyalty after everything is insane.

The moment in the interrogation room?? I could legitimately feel the tension woah, Serene, you set the scene so well here. Who's the him in particular?? I'm dying to know.

Past Time!!

In the everlasting darkness it was impossible to make out his expression, but you hear him heave a sigh. “No it’s fine, I… Fuck I’m sorry, dollface.” — I feel like this is the only moment I've seen CC Gyu falter (for a lack of words, idk how to explain it) thus far. Like, I don't see him as a person to apologize and he seemed genuinely caught off guard and even going as far as to explain, that's insane.

And you knew that he was lying to you right now. Beomgyu lied a lot. What you didn’t know was if his lies were good or bad intentions. — I so desperately want to believe that Gyu isn't inherently a bad person, like, I think he's just been given shitty life choices and had to make things work like, my heart :(

On the fourth day you think he might stop, that he might grow tired of your persistent no-shows and move over to the next woman waiting on his call. But as you sit in class that very afternoon, your phone vibrates with the indication of yet another text. You felt your stomach twist.— like I know it's a purely sexual transaction, but I can't help but hope that some part of him really likes/ wants her, like it's definitely the delulu talking but it's okay😞

Serene, you are evil (positively with all the love in the world) the fact that reader asked Taehyun to go clubbing and they in fact do scares me, especially considering what the conversation with Gyu was in the present time, is the hum she referred to Taehyun?? like I hope no because I'll fucking sob but idk who else it could be rn😭😭😭 also, the absolute audacity to go to the location Beomgyu sent, like I get you want to see him but please without Taehyun's life at risk especially considering you don't want to consider Gyu a murderer🧍(I'm crashing out so bad)

Taehyun grabs ahold of your arm when you make a move to approach the bouncer. “Why don’t we just go back?” He murmurs, the words coming out hushed. You shrug him off, shaking your head as you march toward the large man. — there was an opening to go back😭😭😭😭 noooo. Taehyun my precious baby freaking out, he's so right, I'm so scared for his life rn (I refuse to comment to seeing Duri again, I dislike him, he's stinky and his name is the shortened version of Durian so it fits hmph). Reader being jealous after Gyu has a lady on his arm after she's a no show girl😭😭😭 what kind of jealousy.

THE END????? TAEHYUN DOEDNT DIE (I REJOICE, SCARED) BUT READER ASKING HIM YO KISS HER?????? HELLO????????I now understand the red-flag reader warning omg. Like she's either dense to not realize he likes her and then om top of thst her jealousy??? I'm, Serene, this was absolutely amazing, I fear I'm going to crash out because reader it going to drive me insane.

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 TAPE 05

𝓓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝓔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘 ⸝⸝ Moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. Though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder. ⸝⸝

𝓹airings criminal!beomgyu x detective!reader 𝔀arnings references to sexual encounters, blood, mentions of injuries, drinking, red-flag reader (?), no warnings just vibes idk man leave me alone im going to cry.

📼 THE TAPE RECORDINGS

𝓣𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝓢𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 contains dark themes portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships and substance abuse. reader discretion is advised ! — this story is partly told in flashbacks, beware of timestamps as past/present are mixed throughout the story.

#serene adds ✎.. the last scene was so god awful hard for me to write for some unknown reason... oh well! I got it out, I'm alive, all is well :3

[ ▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။| TAPE 05 ] — Bloody Bodies recording legnth; 6.4k + PLAYLIST

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📼 — April 29th 2022

“So… What happens now?” Your hushed question feels loud when it passes your swollen lips. Gingerly pulling your panties back on, you cringe at the sticky feeling of the damp fabric against your skin. Beomgyu remains silent next to you as he leans back against the brick wall. For a moment, you wonder if your question had been a stupid one to ask.

It’s not until you move closer to him, your arm brushing against his that he tilts his head your way, one of his brows tugging upward. “Is something supposed to happen?” He echoes in an almost monotone voice. — Confused, you glance between him and the door only a few steps away. “Are you not going back inside?”

For the past ten minutes you had been trying to come up with an excuse, rather an explanation to deliver in front of Kayla once you walked back inside the club with Beomgyu. She would be mad, undoubtedly so and your mind raked with different scenarios and outcomes. What would you tell her? Would you even get the chance to introduce him, would he even want you to? Maybe he would just take off as soon as you stepped inside.

“No.”

His sigh is like a stone brick thrown right at you, hitting you across the face and leaving an ugly bruise. You blink, in complete disbelief as your gaze darts back toward him. But you had just spent ten whole minutes worrying about what to say. And he wasn’t even going back in? — “You’re not?” It was impossible to hide the disappointment in your voice and you’re almost certain he picked up on it.

Beomgyu shakes his head before letting it tilt back against the wall behind him. You knew that he was waiting for you to leave, and perhaps you should. Any other day you probably would have, but today it wasn’t enough. The sex only gave you a temporary fix, you needed more.

“Where are you going?” You straighten out your back, hands falling to your sides as they clenched into fists. You were determined to draw at least a half-assed answer out of him. Beomgyu doesn’t look at you when he replies, “Work.”

Ah right, work. It was an easy excuse, given that you knew little to nothing about what he did for a living, or anything else regarding him for that matter. That was bound to change.

“You work nights?”

He hadn’t expected that question, you could tell by the way his jaw subtly clenched, his hands digging deeper into his pockets. He nods, but his eyes are fixated on something far away, something you couldn’t see. “I do sometimes”, he hums.

Sometimes? He must work quite odd hours, for night shifts were usually on a tight and regular schedule. “Is it okay for you to drink before work?” You ask with a small frown, silently questioning his move to come here if he knew he had somewhere important to be shortly after. — But Beomgyu merely shrugs as he pushes himself off the cold wall. “I am my own boss, dollface.” His lips curl into the ghost of a smirk when he leans over to kiss your forehead.

And just like that, he was gone again, and you were left with what seemed even more questions than you’d started with.

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📼 — PRESENT TIME ; February 22th 2024

“He was a freelancer… Of sorts..” You quietly state and Yeonjun glances up from the files in front of him. “Freelance?” He repeats and you nod as your gaze returns to the photos of the crime scene before you. Your finger drags across the image of the bloodstained cough, cringing as you imagine Beomgyu, covered from head to toe in blood as he lunges at the poor victim.

You then hastily continue, “He was gone a lot, worked odd hours, came and went.” You shrug, trying your best to divert from the topic you had brought up yourself. You don’t know why you defended him, why you felt the need to take his side. You want to be honest with Yeonjun, hell you want to be honest with yourself. Why did he have to make it so hard?

Your last conversation a mere two days ago was still fresh in your mind. You wondered if his words actually held any weight. Was it true? Were you still loyal to him, after everything that had happened… Maybe you always will be. The thought was a scary one and you quickly pushed it away.

Choi Beomgyu was going to prison. He had no alibi, no witnesses, and all evidence pointed at him. All you lacked now was his confession, but that proved to be more than difficult.

“Why did you do it?”

Your question is left hanging in the open air, and your fingers curl around the pencil in your hand as you grip it tightly. The all too familiar metal table in front of you gleams under the bright lamp hanging above, the sterile lights reflecting off of its surface. — Beomgyu sighs, sounding tired as his gaze shifts from the wall behind you and over to meet your own. But when his eyes fall on you, they seem to regain their almost mischievous glint. “You’ve got to be a little more specific than that, dollface.”

Feeling your jaw clench as you fight to stay composed, your gaze flickers to the window on your left. As much as you wanted answers, you couldn’t risk anything with Yeonjun on the other side, listening intently to the conversation taking place. Your heart thumps loudly in your chest as you watch your reflection through the dark glass, you looked as scared as you felt.

Following your hesitant glance, Beomgyu smirks. It was like he fed on your uncertainty. Every step you faltered allowed him to take at least three forward. You swallow, and then your attention returns to him. “Why did you kill him?” — “Hm?” He attempts to run a hand through his hair, cringing slightly when he realizes that they’re both tied together by the metal cuffs around his wrists. With the small roll of his eyes he continues, “Thought I already told you, I was cleaning up a mes-”

“No.”

He pauses, cocking an eyebrow as he watches you with an impassive expression. You draw in a sharp breath. Never had you interrupted him before, never had you dared to. His brows pull together, his vision narrowing if only slightly. “No?” He huffs, the disbelief in his tone evident. — You shake your head softly, the movement small, so minimal that only he could pick up on it.

“Why did you kill him?”

Within the four confined walls the already thick air suddenly shifted. You recognized the smirk that tugged across his lips, the way his eyes glimmered with recognition. Beomgyu leans back, his hands clasped neatly together as his thumbs roll over one another. And even though it felt as if the two of you spoke completely different languages, where words were all but an endless game of cat and mouse.. — Sometimes… It was like he could understand you perfectly, as long as you gave him reason to.

His tongue prods against the inside of his cheek, his lip twitching and for a second it looked like he was holding back laughter. “Dollface”, he drawls, metal cuffs rattling against the metal table when he leans forward. “Why?” He echoes, “Is that what you’re dying to know?”

Yes. But you never say it out loud. You swallow, your grip on the pencil so tight that it might just snap in half. Beomgyu picks up on it, his eyes flitting down for a second before snapping back up to yours. — You knew that Beomgyu had killed people, you knew that he had blood on his hands. You have seen it yourself.

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📼 — May 11th 2022

The hotel room is dark. The expensive silk beneath you is cool to the touch and the large bed is cold, for it misses the warmth of another body next to your own. You try to swallow down the lump in your throat, but it won’t budge. It’s quiet, eerily so, and your stomach doesn’t tingle with butterflies as it usually would on a night like this. Instead it twists with dread.

You reach for your discarded phone, its bright light stings your eyes when you re-read his message. The address was correct, the room number too. But the time… 11:45 pm. Your heart drops when your gaze flickers toward the time indicator on your screen.

2:31 am.

He was nearly three hours late. But Beomgyu was never late, in fact, he was always there before you. Often you had wondered how he managed to get from one location to the next, how he never seemed out of place, no matter when and where you met. But tonight things are different. — Had he changed his mind? Did he not want to see you after all? Maybe something had come up…

Your attention fixates on the shut door. You imagine him walking through it, his dark hair falling across his even darker eyes, the everlasting smirk plastered on his lips. You imagine his voice, the nickname he had for you rolling off his tongue when his arms wrap around your waist. You imagine him kissing you, with a longing that perfectly matched your own.

But Beomgyu never comes.

You bite your lip, the idea of going home crossing your mind. It would be rather pathetic to wait here all alone, no? But then he would have spent money on a room left unused. Perhaps you should stay the night.. You could order room service in the morning before leaving.

The bed frame rattles under your weight when your back reaches the mattress with a thud. Exhausted and anxious, you let your eyes fall shut as you beg for sleep to take you. Even if you worried that he would continue to haunt your nightmares. — Beomgyu always left you clueless, he kept you in the dark. But naive as you were, you thought you would one day get answers to all of your questions. If only you stayed long enough..

You don’t know how many hours had passed, perhaps it had been mere minutes. But it was still dark outside when the small click of the door lock startled you awake. Quickly shooting up from the bed, your back presses against the headboard as you grab onto a pillow, not that it would aid in any defense.

The thick darkness prevents you from making out who the person lingering within the shadows was. Your heart thumps against your ribcage and your free hand blindly searches for your phone, only to freeze in your tracks when his voice cuts through the silence. — “Fuck, are you still here?” Beomgyu’s short breath instantly makes you relax and you slump back against the bed.

Lowering the pillow from your chest, you swallow. “Sorry, should I have gone home?” You quietly wonder as you shift awkwardly on the mattress. In the everlasting darkness it was impossible to make out his expression, but you hear him heave a sigh. “No it’s fine, I… Fuck I’m sorry, dollface.”

He takes a couple of steps forward, finally emerging from the shadows and becoming engulfed in the pale light of the moon. You find your gaze lingering by his dark figure, regarding him like it was your last chance, you never knew if it was. — The cold metal of his rings send sparks down your spine when his fingers wrap around your chin. He tilts your face back, his other hand finding a place atop your head as he studies you with a small frown.

“I got held up at work”, he explains and your eyes widen. It was unusual of him to share as much as a word about his life outside of your encounters, even if it was just a simple apology for his tardiness.

You find yourself leaning into his touch. “It's alright”, you murmur, your eyes half lidded when you peer up at him, “You can always make it up to me.”

Beomgyu chuckles, his hands sliding down your sides as he guides you back onto the mattress. The kisses he places to the side of your neck and down your collarbone are warm and familiar. That very warmth seeps into the cold vines that have tightened around your chest, gradually loosening them up.

You don’t question where he had been or what had made him take so long, you knew that you would never receive an answer. Instead you clung onto this fragile moment of intimacy, for you never knew if it were to be your last.

Letting your hands trail along his still clothed chest, your fingers toy with the hem of his shirt, tugging on it as you pull him closer. Just as you’re about to push the garment up above his torso, do you freeze. There was an undeniable wet patch on the soft cotton. But when your lips part in an unspoken question, Beomgyu’s sudden kiss to your open mouth makes you lose your sense of direction.

Allowing him to kiss you for a moment, your hands halt as your fingers nervously fiddle with his shirt. But when you find that the damp spot only grows, you can’t ignore it anymore. — “What’s that?” You half-hearted whisper against his lips, torn between satiating your burning curiosity and saving this sacred moment.

“Hm?” Beomgyu hums against you, his kisses becoming all the more persistent in an attempt to sway your curious mind elsewhere. He ignores it when your hands brace themselves on his chest, and it’s not until you speak that he finally pulls back an inch. “Beomgyu, there’s something on your shirt..”

With an outstretched arm you flick on the small light on the bedside table. Given a second to adjust to the warm glow, your eyes widen as soon as they fall on the dark crimson stain covering his grey shirt. — Was that… blood?

Immediately you jerk back, your gaze flitting down to your now stained fingers. It was fresh. “Oh my god”, is all you can muster and before he has the chance to object your hands are insistently bunching his shirt up above his chest. — “Dollface”, Beomgyu tries, his fingers gently wrapping around your wrists but you merely shrug him off, all too focused on the blood smeared across his skin.

“What happened- Are you hurt? Why didn’t you say something?” The words all come bubbling to the surface, passing your lips without crossing your mind twice. It’s not until your trembling fingers swipe across his very much untainted chest that a brief silence falls over the two of you. He doesn’t wince or draw back at your finger’s probing, because he wasn’t hurt in the first place.

Beomgyu sighs, his hands brushing along your forearms. “It’s not mine”, he says, his voice is low, calm, as if trying to reassure you that everything was fine when it quite clearly wasn’t. How could he say something like that so casually? And what did he mean by not his? Who else if not him…

You swallow, the sound near deafening in the otherwise quiet room. All previous desire and longing has now washed off, the heat of his kisses and his touch no longer linger. You felt cold, left with an uncanny feeling in the deepest pits of your stomach. — You refuse to look him in the eyes, “What happened?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Was he thinking of an excuse? Was he conjuring yet another lie? Maybe he was debating on telling the truth for once. His thumbs rub soothing circles across your wrists, the small action however, had an opposite effect. You couldn’t tear your gaze from the blood, there was so much of it.

“Told you I got held up at work didn’t I?” He finally says, pulling you close in order to press a kiss to your forehead. His words didn’t matter, they couldn’t erase the uneasiness that had begun to build inside of you. Instead you draw in a deep breath, shifting on the bed as you lean back to peer up at him. “What exactly do you do for work?”

Beomgyu lets go of your wrists as he bites the inside of his cheek. He runs a hand through his dark hair and you intently follow the action. Whilst studying him under the faint glow of the bedside lamp, you notice just how rough he was looking, and that didn’t have to do with the blood tainting his chest. His hair was disheveled, his eyes sunken in, his skin was pale and there was a small cut on his upper lip.

He looked exhausted.

“It’s a business”, he begins in a low tone, drawing his words out as he talks slowly. His gaze flickers over the deep frown etched across your face and he presses the palm of his hand to your cheek. “I merely make sure that deals go through”, he says as his thumb slides between your furrowed brows, as if trying to ease your expression.

You shake your head, unconvinced by his vague response. “What kind of business ends in you looking like that?” There’s an underlying sense of accusation to your question and despite the subtle clench of his jaw, Beomgyu continues his soft caress to your face. “Our client hurt himself, pure accident. — Had to get him help, it took longer than I expected.”

He sends you a small smile, and you want to believe him, you really do. You want to believe that Beomgyu was just your average person, living an average life. But you knew that he wasn’t And you knew that he was lying to you right now. Beomgyu lied a lot. What you didn’t know was if his lies were good or bad intentions.

It scared you.

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📼 — May 11th 2022

You didn’t think Beomgyu was a murderer. No, that would be extreme. Yet you found yourself ignoring his messages. He’d sent two. Just like usual they had contained two separate addresses, two separate times. You’d officially stood him up twice. He told you that he was okay with it, that he didn’t mind, so you took his word for it. — On the fourth day you think he might stop, that he might grow tired of your persistent no-shows and move over to the next woman waiting on his call. But as you sit in class that very afternoon, your phone vibrates with the indication of yet another text. You felt your stomach twist.

Of course, you were right. The second your eyes fall on the short message you completely lose track of your surroundings. He was insistent, you’d give him that. But surely this would be the last time he’d ask for you. You had spent weeks, almost two months chasing after him. Suppose a small part of you thought of this as payback.

Perhaps that was what caused you to act without reasoning as you turned in your seat. A light tap to Taehyun’s shoulder makes his eyes divert from the board ahead and over to you. “Hm?” He asks as he taps his pencil against the pages of his notebook. You feel your lips tug into a smirk that’s familiar yet most uncharacteristic on you.

“Do you want to go clubbing tonight?”

Taehyun sputters at your words, his jaw slacking as he glances around like you’d just asked him to go down on you. “T-Tonight? Me and you? Clubbing?” He seems almost baffled at the proposal, even more so when you quickly nod. — “Sure why not?” You drawl as the smirk on your lips only grows. You trusted your classmate enough to share a drink or two with him. Besides, Taehyun was a good guy, there was no harm in getting to know him better was there?

He hesitates for a moment, gaze flitting between your professor by the front of the classroom and back to you. “But what about class tomorrow?” He wonders and you shake your head. “Class is canceled, didn’t you hear? Mrs Yang is ill.” — His mouth forms into a small ‘o’ shape as he hums.

“Sure I guess… Do you have a place in mind?”

“Are you sure you know where we are?” Taehyun sounds wary as he trails behind you, he’s like a skittish animal, ready to jump at the tiniest of sounds. He briefly stops to inspect an old street sign, only to jog after you like somewhat of a lost puppy. You, on the other hand, walk with long and determined strides, your feet carrying you through the narrow alleyway with a confidence you couldn’t quite recognize. — “Don’t worry, I’ve been here before.”

Sure enough, the familiar entrance soon floats into vision. The same cold purple hues dance across the dark brick walls, casting the street in an eerie glow. You don’t know why you had picked this place, why it had seemed like a good idea, but now there was no going back. — You swallow the lump in your throat as images of you, walking down this very path not long ago, flashes before your eyes.

You recognize the bouncer, the one who’d refused your entry last time. Part of your worries that he might do so again, this time you had no Beomgyu to rely on. The concept was both terrifying and freeing. This was the very first address he’d ever sent you, perhaps that was why the memory was still so vivid in your mind. Something about this place was different, special.

The sharp light of your phone screen illuminates your face as you check the message one final time. ‘Address, room number, 11:00 pm.’ You glance toward the clock on top of your screen, indicating a menacing 2:37 am. He would’ve left by now, surely pissed off with being stood up a third time, which means… Your gaze drifts toward the entrance mere feet away, the thumping rhythm of bass already drumming through your chest.

You wanted to see Beomgyu, that was the truth. You just didn’t want to see him. The chances of catching a glimpse of him were slim, but if there was anywhere you’d be able to find him, it would be here. Why? — Well because your gut told you so.

Taehyun grabs ahold of your arm when you make a move to approach the bouncer. “Why don’t we just go back?” He murmurs, the words coming out hushed. You shrug him off, shaking your head as you march toward the large man. This was it, you would give it your best shot. — Straightening your back, you push out your shoulders as far as they would go, your gaze narrowed when you glance up at him.

The bouncer peers down at you through his dark sunglasses, then he frowns, lifting a finger as he pushes them down on his nose. His eyes meet yours and there’s a flash of recognition. “Miss”, he drawls, a small grin splayed across his otherwise stern face. “How delightful of you to join us tonight.” — He steps aside, allowing you both inside, though not without sending Taehyun a harsh glare.

“Do you know him?” Your classmate asks as he stays close to you. — The smirk on your lips grows and you shrug, “Sort of.”

The interior of the place was just like you had remembered it. The large dancefloor, the purple lights, the booths shoved against the walls, not to mention the lack of a bar as drinks were being passed around by the many waiters. — Somewhere behind you Taehyun lets out a short breath, gawking as he takes in his surroundings. But your eyes were only in search of one thing, of one person. And when you don't find him, you pull your friend along as you scour the outskirts of the crowded floor.

Upon passing a waiter on bystand, you snag two glasses off of his plate, handing one of them to Taehyun. He seems skeptical as he peers down at his drink, “Do you even know what’s in these?” — You shake your head, “Nope.” That was the least of your concerns.

Your eyes fall on the grand staircase when you bring the cool glass to your lips. The steps looked much different tonight than they had back then. Tonight they felt untouchable. There was no way you would be getting up there… At least now without a little help.

“Where are you going?” Taehyun calls for you, and you hear him rushing after you as he pushes past the people in his way. You know that you should stop and give him at least a half-assed explanation, maybe even ask him to wait somewhere else. But your mind is entirely preoccupied with the sight before you. — “I’m serious, what are you-” He cuts himself off when he crashes into your shoulder, stumbling backward as he grips his drink tightly.

You’ve stopped in front of one of the many booths lining the walls, and Taehyun peers over your shoulder as he tries to make sense of the situation. The unfamiliar faces to him are ones you recognize with fright.

“No way”, a deep voice drawls, “Dollface, is that you?”

Duri leans forward, his hand, previously on the thigh of the girl next to him, withdrawing as he runs it through his short hair. You feel your stomach draw into knots at the persistent use of that nickname, the one that sounded so sickeningly wrong coming from his lips. — Duri chuckles as he shakes his head in disbelief.

“We seem to bump into one another quite a lot”, he muses, even though he knew that tonight had been no coincidence. You had come with clear intentions in mind, you were certain he could tell. — “Yes.” You send him a tight lipped smile, “So it seems.”

You could practically feel the confusion radiate off of Taehyun as he shifts awkwardly behind you, his eyes darting between Duri and the men surrounding him. You try not to pay his presence any mind as you focus your attention on the target before you.

“Say”, Duri leans forward as he grabs one of the drinks set aside on the table between you, “What can I do for you tonight?”

Your lips part, the grip on your glass tightening significantly as you throw a glance over your shoulder, your eyes automatically landing on the staircase. The steps seemed to shimmer under the purple lights. Duri hums behind you, snapping your attention right back to where it should have remained all along.

He brings his drink to his lips, taking a long sip as he peers at you over the rim of his glass. “Pray tell, what business do you have there?” He wonders as he busies himself with another sip. You shake your head, your gaze unwavering as you say, “That’s none of your concern.”

Duri chuckles, the sound rough and raspy as it builds in his chest. His friends all join in, their laughter echoing off of the booth’s walls. You ignore them, patiently waiting them out as you twist the foot of your glass between your fingers. — After a long minute Duri finally nods, “He’s rubbing off on you.”

The comment makes your face burn and you resist the urge to avert your gaze. Painfully, you watch as he leans over to share a kiss with the woman next to him, parting for a moment to whisper something in her ear. Then he sits back, slamming his drink down on the table with a little too much force. “Fair”, he agrees as he rises to his feet.

Bewildered, you watch as he makes his way around the table, giving your shoulder a harsh pat before making his way toward the staircase. — “Come on”, you urge Taehyun as you hurriedly follow Duri’s tall frame through the ocean of people. Your classmate’s complaints are audible as he whines behind you. “Have you really thought this through?” He questions, his breath warm against the back of your neck, “I mean, look at the guy! We should not be following someone like him to-”

He’s cut short when Duri suddenly stops by the first step. “Ah”, he exhales as he turns on his heel, his piercing gaze falling on Taehyun. “Seems I have yet to introduce myself, pardon me.” — He extends a rough hand and you watch as Taehyun gingerly takes it in his. “Duri”, he says, the menacing smirk on his lips making your friend cower as he mumbles out a quiet, “Taehyun..”

It looked as though Duri was holding back laughter when he turned back to you. “Shall we?” He glances in the direction of the grand doors atop the stairs and you nod.

When you had first climbed these steps, with Beomgyu’s hand on your lower back, the world had been spinning. Each step had felt like one closer to the edge of a misty cliff, where the fog was so thick that it had been impossible to deem the trauma of the fall you might take. — Tonight it felt different. The cliff was no longer enveloped in mist, you saw things clearly now. You saw him clearly. That’s what you had told yourself.

Each step you take feels both empowering and deafening. The moment lasts forever yet it’s somehow over in a second. And before you know it, you’re faced with the grand doors leading into the VIP section. — Duri stops, his hand on the door handle as he sends the guards a small look of acknowledgement.

“I think you’ll be fine from here”, he states, the finalization in his tone evident. Wordlessly he pushes the large doors open, motioning for you to step inside. You do so without hesitation, not sparing Duri as much as a second glance when you pass him.

It’s quiet here, the air is lighter, cleaner. Just like you’d remembered it. Taehyun’s presence is hard to ignore as he clings to your side, the heat radiating off of him as his skittish eyes dart around the room. Almost all booths are occupied already, but you manage to find an empty one by the very edge.

“Did you know him?” Taehyun whispers when you sit back against the soft cushions. You nod, your gaze still roaming the open space as you absentmindedly bring your drink to your lips, “Sort of.” — Your classmate frowns, and you knew all too well from the look on his face that he was far from satisfied with your answer.

Your eyes jump from booth to booth, quickly skimming the people populating them as you fervently search for your target. But it’s not even been a full minute when Taehyun interrupts you again. — “Why are we here?” His voice is even quieter now, as if hesitant to even ask the question out loud. “Are you looking for someone?” He then adds when he notices your distant gaze.

You hum, shaking your head as you lean back against the velvety cushion. “No.” But that was a lie, your first of many. And just as the simple word leaves your lips do you finally find him. All the way across the room, shielded by the man standing before him, yet you could clearly make out his dark hair amongst the rest.

Suddenly your throat feels dry, and you gulp down another mouthful of your beverage. He’d come here after all. A small, naive part of you had hoped and wished that he would stay, that he would linger within the empty hotel room as he waited for your arrival. But it seems he’d moved quickly.

It doesn’t take long for you to notice the unfamiliar woman draped on his arm. The sight shouldn’t surprise you anymore, but your heart still skips a beat. She was your replacement. And though she was far from anything you represented, he’d still turned to her when you were a no-show rather than wallowing his sorrows alone at night. — You shouldn’t have expected anything less of him. He was Choi Beomgyu after all.

He hasn’t noticed you and appears preoccupied with whatever conversation he was currently indulged in. You wish he would notice you. You crave his eyes on you. You long for the way a simple glance from him could make you feel.

You’d stood him up a third time tonight, and it had made you feel in control. For once you were deciding, and not him. So why was it that you felt so utterly powerless at this very moment? Why was it that your eyes searched his when he couldn’t be bothered to even gaze your way?

You turn to Taehyun, he was watching you with a small frown. “You don’t like it here?” You ask, the tension falling from your face as you regard his awkward frame. Taehyun shrugs, his warm eyes flitting to the drink in his hand. “It’s alright”, he says, but you catch the hesitation in his voice.

He chokes on the liquor when your hand brushes along his thigh. “Don’t worry”, you hum as you settle against the booth wall, “We can leave again if you’d like.” Taehyun swallows as he glances between the smile on your lips and to your fingers splayed across his leg. An unfamiliar tint spreads across his cheek when he clears his throat and you find yourself enjoying the sight.

“It’s fine, really.” He assures you as he takes another small sip of his drink. Though he makes no attempt at shrugging you off. You could still sense his confusion, and you didn’t blame him. You were acting far too uncharacteristically even for your own liking. You had barely recognized yourself when you’d approached Duri. The sudden surge of confidence was unlike anything you’d ever felt before, and the rush it had left behind still tingled in the depths of your stomach.

It was the length you were willing to go in order to see him, to see Beomgyu.

Your gaze drifts toward him on its own, and it’s not until his dark eyes fall on yours that you realize just how long and intently you’d been staring at him. He pauses mid sentence, his expression being struck with something you couldn’t quite decipher from this far away. Any other instance you would’ve probably looked away, hid behind nervous laughter or pretended like you hadn’t noticed him in the first place.

But tonight you don’t feel like yourself. — So you hold his gaze. You want him to see you, all of you. You want him to know that you were here, that you had come without him and that you weren’t planning on changing said fact.

Beomgyu shifts where he stands on the other side of the room. His fingers, that had previously been drawing small circles on the waist of the woman next to him, stopped. She’s talking to him, her lips move but you can’t make out what she’s saying, and you’re certain that he’s not listening either.

You can’t tell if he’s angry, you hope he is. Was it selfish? You wanted to pull any other emotion besides lust out of him. You wanted him to feel what you felt every single moment spent in his absence, was that so wrong? — You think you might have succeeded when his hand falls from her waist.

“I want to go home.”

The words escape before you can stop them and you lean forward to place your now empty glass on the table before you. Taehyun’s frown returns, and you feel him shift under your hand. “But we just got here? I thought you wanted to-” — “I changed my mind.” You firmly state, not tearing your gaze from Beomgyu as you watch his jaw clench.

You had gotten what you came here for. A small, but noticeable reaction, one that you’d created. Now all that remained was to safely evacuate before he had the chance to approach you. — With that you rise to your feet, blinking as blood rushes to your head. Taehyun is quick to follow as he gulps down the last of his drink.

“Hey, wait are you-” His protests are lost on you as you head for the door. Through the corner of your eye you catch Beomgyu’s dark figure moving, coming closer. You quicken your pace, desperate to get away from a situation you had caused yourself. And you were so close, the door handle almost within reach when suddenly, a hand wrapped around your wrist.

You freeze. Their grip is firm, unwavering and demanding as they tug you backward. This was it, this had been a mistake. One temporary rush of confidence had led you to believe that you were actually in control. And now you were about to pay the price for your foolish actions. With your heart in your throat, you turn.

It’s Taehyun.

His expression is tense and guarded. It seemed he finally reached his peak. The warmth in his eyes feels distant as he regards you with a narrowed gaze. “What’s going on with you?” He spits the words out, and though you can tell that he’s trying his hardest to appear stoic, you can see the concern swirling in his irises.

“You want one thing then the next, you’re making no sense and I…” You stop listening, his rambling becomes background noise when you catch Beomgyu not far behind him. Dark strands falling across his face, the rings on his fingers glimmering under the lights as he runs them through his hair. He’s stopped, and you wonder why.

Your gaze shifts between Taehyun’s worried expression and his motionless one. In that moment, you realize just how much power Beomgyu holds over you, the extreme lengths he makes you go to just to end up hurt in the end. — You didn’t want to feel like that anymore.

“Taehyun.” His endless rambling is cut short when his name leaves your lips. His eyes, despite the conflict buried within them, are nothing like Beomgyu’s. No, his eyes are gentle, even like this, even when they shouldn’t be. Even when you didn’t deserve it. Your gaze flickers over to Beomgyu one last time before they return to him.

“Can you kiss me?”

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