#and im trying to move in the spring i need money

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I don't like thinking about work unless I'm at work but I have to talk through smth ignore me or whatever

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SECRET OF US - X

let it happen

i'd bet all my money that i will lose to you and hand you my life here's to hoping you're worth all my time i might barely know you, but still don't love you yet, but probably will turn me into something tragic. just for you, i let it happen

masterlist // previous chapter

summary: time heals all wounds despite their demands to be felt, and you moved on, life moved on from coriolanus snow...didn't it?

pairings: modern! coriolanus snow x reader

warnings: MDNI! swearing, minor drinking, financial abuse, smut, fingering, sex

notes: omg im so sad this is the last chapter i loved writing this it was so much fun

The lights blare down on you blinding you from whatever was beyond it, silence ringing in your ears as the blankness consumes your features, your mind. You try to smile, you try to feel anything, but it was gone; emptiness remained.

You look to your side, your hand tightly grasped by a boy who didn't own whatever small heart you had ever had.

He looked over at you and beamed, why wouldn't he, he had been an understudy, now he was a star in this stupid class. You tried to smile back, but it all felt so fake still, like the drama of a script still raced through your veins. You bowed one last time and let the curtain close on it all.

Your smile fell. You let go of his hand. You walked away from that stage without a glance backward. If you looked back it would only open more wounds, more what-ifs and maybes.

You change into normal clothes; you grabed everything that had ever belonged to you...well you left behind one thing, but it was too small to matter. You wonder if he's in the crowd, you wonder if he came to watch, if he thought about you the whole time too. You had no right to be sad, to miss him. You had sent him away; you had cut it all off.

It was for the better.

You leave out of the back door without a sound.

You sit across the table from him as he types away on his phone not once deeming you worthy of an apology for his ignorance. You sip on your cocktail while glancing out of the large window you sat next to. He sighs as he sets down his phone, "How was your trip?"

"Fine." You play with your straw. You and your friends had done your normal summer vacationing; this year choosing to go to Rome.

"How are the girls?" Girls, never women.

You sip again. "Good."

You're waiting for him to ask about the things he actually cared about. "Highbottom said he offered you a job once you graduate in the spring." You look out of the window again. "Told me you said you needed time to think on it." You meet his scrutinized gaze, "What do you need to wait on?"

"If I took the first job offered to me how experienced could I truly be." A lie and he knew it.

"True." He leaned back in his chair. "But I doubt you'll get as good an opportunity as that one." He chuckled to himself, "Well besides with me."

You stood up suddenly. "I need to use the washroom." You turn before he can dismiss you quickly heading towards the black door in the back and throwing it open to lock yourself inside. Your hands are shaking as you grip the sink. "Just tell him you coward." You shake your head digging through your purse for your phone. You had hope the alcohol would give you liquid courage but it was failing the more he dug into you. You scroll through you text messages.

Proud of you.

Serves the dick right.

Thankful as always for your friends' support, but you wished they would shove the words out of your mouth for you.

Please Coriolanus talk to me. Why did you leave?

It was the last text you had ever sent him. He had unblocked you, you realized it after he had left that morning when the text had suddenly said delivered, when his face flooded your feed once more. You blocked him. You couldn't do it anymore, couldn't allow the tide to pull you back under simply to drown you.

Maybe it wouldn't have, but you'd never know. You're not sure you want to know, and that hurt most of all.

He left you alone like you requested, you half expected him to rejoin the play, but he never showed up. Flickerman was disappointed, but he would never voice that to you. He would just rub his hand over his face as his show lost its pining passion when Snow had left.

You had never realized how heated things had become on stage until you cooly kissed his understudy.

It was fine. It still got a standing ovation, a raving review. You had gotten the credits you had set out to obtain, and then you moved on with your life leaving that stage behind like it hadn't altered your viewpoint on the universe.

You avoided the ache in your chest, the itch of your feet to run to him, and you threw yourself into that internship hating every moment of it, but at least it was something to do. You went on your trip with your friends, you laughed, you cried, you got far too drunk and decided on that last night surrounded by the people who loved you the most that you wanted more from your life and you didn't care anymore what you lost for it.

Fuck him, and fuck his money.

The wine had left your system, but the feelings didn't. You were done, done with the financial abuse, done with blindly following his hatred, done with the whole chess board. "One less string." You whispered yanking the door open and going to face your father. He's on his phone again as you stand in front of him with curled fist, "Father." He has the audacity to hold up a finger as your nails dig into your palms. " I'm done."

He glances up bemused at you. "With lunch?"

"No. With you." Your hands uncurl. "I will be telling Highbottom I don't want the job. I'm going to finish out the year. I will graduate, but after that I'm going to do what I want to do."

He sighs, sets his phone done, and crosses his arms at you. "And what exactly is that?"

You hold your head high, "I don't know and I can't wait to find out."

Only then his calm composure slips sliding into the stern anger you were too familiar with. "You are such an insolent child. I figured once that Snow business fizzled out you would get back on track, but no here we go again with this aloof daydreaming. You will flounder as always out there on your own." He bared his teeth at you and you have no doubt that how you had always looked to others, "You don’t understand yet. But you will. You are my legacy. Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve sacrificed—it’s all for you. For the future."

A chill ran through you at the word "sacrifice," and a sudden clarity hit you like a slap. He wasn’t just talking about money or power. He was talking about your life. About your freedom. Your choices had never been yours to make. You had always been just another piece on his chessboard, and you were tired of being a pawn.

"You don't care about me, you just want your power, your legacy." You whisper. "You wouldn't have turned me into this if you cared about me. You raised me to destroy anyone who might take what’s yours, to crush their hopes and dreams just to prop up your greed." You turn your back on him.

The chair scraps as he stands up. "You're cut off do you understand me? Your cushy life, your precious home will be gone. You will have nothing if you walk away from me!"

You stop, the selfish fear echoing around your brain, of him taking everything from you. You smile over your shoulder at him, "One less string father."

The city is lighter as you walk away. You didn't care anymore, not about him or the safety net, none of it. You'd get a job somehow once you graduated, move in with your friends if you had to, figure it out without him. Your head is so far in the clouds you barely realize where you are until his apartment building looms above you.

You stare up at it not sure how you ended up here as a car honked from behind you, as the revolving door spun around letting Coriolanus Snow enter the city sidewalk in front of you.

Your eyes met. He looks older somehow, his hair trimmed, neater, his clothes more fitted to his lean body the blood shot eyes long gone revealing lost blue ones. He stands five feet in front of you, "I...was in the neighborhood."

What a stupid lie as you stared at each other, "Do you want to come in?" He asked motioning to his building behind him.

"No." You shake your head. Why were you here? You hadn't seen or talked to him in months. The last he knew you wanted nothing to do with him. Adrenaline, newfound freedom, you had made one rash decision, you wouldn't make another.

You turned to leave.

He takes a step forward causing you to stop suddenly, "I'm heading that way if you're okay with me walking with you."

You weren't. "Okay." You whisper taking a slow step forward, walking along side him the awkward silence driving the question up your throat. "How uh...how was your summer?"

He kept a respectable distance away. "Busy. I got an internship with Gaul, I connected with her at..."

"At my father's party." You nodded.

He chuckled, "Highbottom's was taken so I applied with her."

You toyed with your hands, "Well it will be opening up soon if you want it." You finally look at him. "I-I told my father I'm done, with the life he wants from me, with him, with it all."

"What about school?" It was strange, to watch his brows knit in concern.

"I'll finish, get a nice degree, and then figure it out." You didn't realize your eyes were welling until the tear slipped out the weight of it finally catching up to you. You pretend to watch the cars so he couldn't see. "The world is my oyster and all that." You stop at the crosswalk ignoring the truth of it all was settling onto your shoulders, what if you did fail? What if it all meant nothing and you had to go back to your father with your tail between your legs?

"You're the smartest person I know, you're gunna be fine." He smiled at you and it clenched your chest, "I'm proud of you, for choosing yourself even though it's scary." You forced yourself to watch the countdown until the light would change, to avoid his intense gaze. "How was ...the play."

You chuckled, "Flickerman was mad at me for a while, but it was fine." He raised an eyebrow in question. "He blamed me for you quitting."

"Oh." He keeps his head down as you begin to walk again. "I read the reviews; it seemed like it did well." He glanced at you, "You didn't make me quit...I couldn't keep pretending."

"I know." You nodded. "It's over now, no hard feelings Snow." You leaned your head back taking in the sunlight bouncing off the tall buildings' windows, "We tried it, but it was never meant to last whatever was between us. It was fun while it lasted though."

You know he's watching you, "Are you seeing anyone?"

"No," You scoffed, "No I'm not doing that anymore." You keep the truth closer, that you're not sure you could ever let anyone in again, not sure you could open yourself up again. You would have to settle for whatever comes after him. Your head slowly turns to meet his gaze and again you shove the truth down as it pounded on your ribcage to ask him the same. "I should go." You stop at another crosswalk turning your foot towards a different path than his.

"It was fun." He tells you, a sad smile on his lips. "All of it, even the ugly parts." You return a tight-lipped smile. "There was a secret silver lining in it all."

You stared at your feet willing them to keep moving you away from him, to keep you on this guarded path. "I guess so." You look up remembering a time with spilled coffee on your shoes, a time when you followed him angrily towards that stage, a time when you had a heart that beat wildly for Coriolanus Snow. A whole year had passed and sometimes it seemed like a whole other life has passed as well.

He pointed in the direction you would be going, "There's a huge freshman orientation thing on the east beach." Your eyes meet his, wobbling the whole time he speaks. "I would go towards the west side."

"Thanks Snow." You fight the tightness in your throat. You turn away from him and leave.

ONE WEEK LATER

You're fighting with too many bags and textbooks and food as you shove into your apartment door. You flick the light on and expel everything onto your counter with a heavy groan. "Stupid teachers." You roll your wrist. It was only the beginning of senior year, and they were already loading it on heavy.

You go to your take-out barely cracking the lid open when your living room light turns on.

"I was going to buy you dinner."

You stare horrified. "Mom? What are you doing here?"

She sighed coming over to you, "Cleaning up your father's mess." You raised an eyebrow, "He finally told me about your conversation. Why didn't you say something sooner?" She looks so concerned and you knew she would have listened if you told her, but you hid and ran and deflected as you always did. "You always seemed...so happy and motivated and like you really wanted this."

You closed your eyes, "I did...I did, but I don't know something changed within me. I wanted to be more than what father made me; I wanted to be more than that vicious empty shell he pushed me to be."

"He's not all bad." You glared. "Okay I know he's rough around the edges, but everything he is he built from the ground up and he wants the best for you."

She's right...in a way. "I know, but I'm done being used. I want to make my own choices, fail even, build myself from the ground up too if I have to."

She wraps her arms around you. "Okay." She whispers against your head. "Okay." She pulls back to cup your face. "If this is what you need, what you want, I support you." Your eyes tear up. "You are a bright young woman; you will have a bright future too no matter where your path takes you. Just stop running from me...from us." She smirked swiping your tear away with her thumb, "Mostly me though."

You hug her once more savoring a mother's comfort before pulling away and eyeing your take-out. "We could split it."

"Nonsense I'm taking my girl out to dinner." She brushed your head before letting go. "Go put something nice on please." You nodded the air easier to breath before disappearing towards your room to change.

An hour later you're seated across from her digging into a pre-dinner salad. "I'm moving in with Clemmie." You tell her swallowing down a cut up cherrie tomato.

"Why?"

You took a small sip of your white wine. "Well didn't he tell you?" She raised an eyebrow. "He told me he was going to cut me off, take my apartment away."

She chuckled, "And you seriously think I would let him do that?" You straighten up heat flaming your cheeks. "Oh my darling girl. He told me he threatened you with it, so I threatened him with divorce."

You gasped. "And he didn't call your bluff?"

"Oh no it was no bluff," She winked over the rim of her glass.

"You're ridiculous." You shook your head a small laugh escaping. "But I don't mind, maybe it would help to not be so..." Coriolanus's words popped into your head, "Privileged."

She studied you, picking apart everything you were and ever could be. "Okay, but if you ever need anything..." You smiled down into your food. It wasn't until your entree arrive did she finally ask, "So...what ever did happen between you and Coriolanus Snow?"

Your stomach turns, "It's a long story."

"It's a big meal."

You roll your eyes more annoyed with the situation than her. "It didn't work out, nothing more to it."

"No I mean before all that." She waves her hand around and you sigh taking a long drink of wine before telling her the whole truth of it all. She listened, asked questions along the way, mimicked your sad smile when you brought up sad memories, and frowned deeply when you spoke of the end.

"It will be better this way." You watch as they replace everything on the table with dessert and small cups of espresso. "We were fire and kerosene and would have burned each other raw. It is for the better." You repeat trying to convince yourself more than her.

She took a deep breath before asking. "Did he know that you loved him?"

"What?" You scoff. "I-I didn't...We...He..." You groan, face unbelievably hot. "We were too closed off for that."

I didn't realize it was love until it was too late.

You watch her set her cup down, watch the dark brown liquid ripple gently. "I remember you coming home in a fit of rage after school one day, you were encompassed in anger, you screamed into your pillow how fervently you hated that young boy. I truly was in awe how one person could make you feel such an intense emotion." Something in her eyes twinkles and you realize in this light some of the color matches yours. "Then I saw you two dancing at your father's party, and I understood."

A muscle twitches under your eye. "Oh." You stare down at half eaten tiramisu. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Doesn't it?" You glance up at her. "I want you to be happy."

She means it, so you smile. "I know." She changes the subject to your summer trip. She pays for dinner, and you walk out with your arm in the crook of her elbow. You wait with her while valet pulls her car around, "I think I might walk home." It wasn't far and you wanted the empty nonsense to clear your head of him.

She hugs you tight. "I love you so much." She cups your face, "Text me when you are home." She pinches your cheek affectionately, "And stop running." You know she means so much more than what she's saying.

You nod, "Love you."

You watch her car peel away once she's safely tucked inside before you begin moving towards home. You wrap your arms around yourself despite the humid August night heat. You lose yourself to concrete and taxis, shouts and memories of far too long ago.

You push him with your shoulder slamming your paper down onto your teacher's desk. "You don't get a better grade for turning it in first.' She didn't even look up at the pair of you, as Coriolanus huffed, shuffling the two-paper pile to sit neatly on the desk. "When will you two stop this nonsense?"

"When he finally admits I'm better than him." You smirk.

He scoffed, "As if." Then he crossed his arms, "I guess we'll see, the proof is all right there." He pointed to your tests.

You teacher sighed, "Take it outside you two I have other students trying to take a test."

You push past him out into the hallway, "I know you cheated."

"How could you know that?" He chuckled matching your stride as you both headed for the exit.

"I just do." You smugly reply. "Snakes like you always cheat."

"Takes one to know one."

You glance over at him the glare in your eyes, the fire in your belly rising, twirling around your spine, consuming you from the inside out as blue eyes stared deep into a well of flames.

You still at the stoplight.

You had hated him because of your father, because he told you to hate him. You took all that pent up anger for your father out on him. Didn't you? That was what you had said, what you had felt was the truth. Was it possible that you had never truly hated him at all, that maybe deep down you had always felt something for him hidden under too many layers of forced loathing, that the strange detestation was simply a manifestation of something...more, shoved under lies and excuses so well even you believed them to be true.

You keep walking.

The world shifts as you stare down at him, it tumbles and turns and spirals as a blue ocean drags your under feeling his nose brush against yours.

No. That couldn't be true. You had built up a steel wall around everything that had to do with him. He had been insufferable; you had been even worse. How could love ever bloom in such a desolate frigid place? Yet, the cracks had formed, sweet roses blossoming up in their wake.

"I've always known who you are."

He had, down to the bone marrow. He had observed and studied every piece of you. To take you down maybe, to know you possibly, to understand everything your soul had to offer.

And you had slammed the door in his face.

Your face is wet by the time you yank open the building door. How cruel you had been. He was better off without you; he was better off never being hurt by you again. The theater is dark, only a few automatic lights turning on and the yellow glow from undeath each row of seats. You walk towards that stage, climb on top of it to lay against the cold wooden center as dim overhead lights offer their regards.

You had let him go. You would move on, right? You had to. You couldn't spend your whole life thinking about how everything went to shit so magnifically, and how it had been your fault. You let your hands rest across your stomach as you take a deep breath. You barely knew yourself, barely knew what you wanted, how could you ever give yourself over to him fully, ever give him what he deserved.

But he had known you, he always knew exactly who and what you were, even when you didn't.

A door slams off in the distance no doubt security coming to kick you out.

You groan. You were tired of thinking about him, thinking about how he had swallowed you completely, and you spit him right back up. You were tired of missing him, missing his laugh, his touch. You were tired of wishing that every door opening was him. You were tired of being so goddamn cold without him. No one would compare to him. No one would complete you so wholly, you were more yourself with him and now that was all gone all thanks to your self destructive tendencies.

You hear footsteps coming down the aisle as you sigh, "I was just leaving."

"No need."

You shoot up, "Snow." You watch him climb the steps of the stage "What...What are you doing here."

He takes a seat next to you, "Your mother was worried about you." You furrow your brows, "She called Mrs. Plinth." Who no doubt had kept each other numbers since Academy. He looks around your face picking up on the tear stains streaking down your cheeks, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You duck your head to wipe your face. "We had dinner, too much wine." A horrible lie that he no doubt picks up on.

"I..." He nodded. "It was nice to see you last week."

You take a shaky breath, the treacherous tear slipping out of the corner of your eye. "It was."

"I'm going to ask only once and then I'll drop it forever," He swallows. "Why?

Your breath comes in so ragged as you watch his jaw tighten, "I..." You chewed on your cheek. "It was too much to comprehend, to process when you had said what you said." I love you. " I didn't see another way out of that endless cycle we had always been in." You had ran, did what had always been comfortable, deflecting and unfeeling, no matter the collateral.

"So, you really meant what you said about us never being made to last?" His finger taps along his knee as he watches you.

You raise your eyebrow, "Did you mean it when you said it would always end in ruin?"

"I asked you first." Something sparks behind his unusually duller blue eyes turning them a shade lighter.

You glare feeling the corner of your lips tug up involuntarily, the smallest inhale coming from his lips.

Then he's rushing forwards towards you, your space, to tug your face to his.

The world explodes behind your eyes as his lips meet yours, you feel reality surging through you, feeling ever exhilarating moment pass around you before you shot backwards fingers trembling over your mouth electricity snapping over your lips. Your eyes soften, and so does his before he's pulling you back into another kiss. He's a sense of calm, your port in a storm, the anchor keeping you steady. He also chaos in a burning pit of passion, the roiling thunder to your crackle of lightning, the wicked wind off of your treacherous waves. He's a reality that you never knew existed, a love you never figured was buried under a hate.

He's endless possibilities and wonder and serenity. He's a snake just the same, as loathsome and lonely, he'd seen it all, all the horrid and dark spots, the scars and failings, and loved you all the while.

And you had too.

"I'm sorry." You force out. "It was so hard to trust you after- after everything and I should have tried but I thought you were playing me."

"No, no." He's cradling your face like it was glass. "I should have stayed, I should have asked." He made you look at his eyes, "It was so easy for me to believe you were using me I ran as fast as I could."

You shook your head, "I don't blame you I had been nothing but horrible you our whole lives."

"As sick as it sounds, I loved you anyways." He tried to make you smile.

"You shouldn't." You sniffed.

"Should I remind you of my track record?" He wiped your tears, "It isn't the cleanest especially of late." You glared and he smiled down at you, "There's my girl."

Your hands come up to his wrist. "It was hard to feel myself opening up to you, to feeling things for you. I tried so hard to bury them down, explaining them away, waiting for that moment you proved my worries right." You blinked up at him, "I'm sorry for thinking the worst of you."

"Am I really that bad?" He smirked.

"Gods no." You kiss him again, and for once you felt safe in his grasp with an exposed throat. "I want it all Coriolanus Snow. I want to be with you, raw and unfiltered, no holding back. I want all of you if you'll have me."

He pressed his forehead to yours, "My heart was yours before I could ever admit it, and yours it shall ever remain."

You frown, "I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"You're the only one I want hurting me."

You pull back smirking at him. "You're so cheesy."

He pushes you back down and is quick to shove your dress up around your waist. "This okay?" He mutters against your throat as his fingers toy with the hem of your underwear.

"Yes," You whisper yearning for his touch.

He gives it so willingly. He dips under your underwear to sink two fingers inside of you as you gasp into the air. Gods, you missed him, missed this. He's the only one who truly knew your body as his fingers curl against you thrusting in and out. "I need you." He nips at this skin under your ear. "I need you so fucking badly." You arch your back moaning for him. "You have no idea how much I missed you." His kisses your jaw, "You take my breath away."

And now you both were able to breathe again.

"Coriolanus," You whine trying to shimmy your underwear off. He takes it as a hint and rips it down your leg to climb on top of you. "I need you too." Your voice is so quiet as he pulls himself out to line up to you soaking entrance. "I think I've always needed you."

He groaned as he pushed into you, and it feels like the world could implode on itself as he pushes in fully. You're not sure where you end and he begins, you feel split from the same supernova, circling and burning each other until the end of time. You can't remember a time before him; there was only ever...him, you...us.

Your body curls around his, legs wrapping around him as he thrust into you slow and steady, face buried into your hair. You stare up at the overhead lights, at the emptiness and thank whatever stupid advisor had told either of you to take this class. You firmly believed you would have found your way back to each other, but this just helped.

He slips his hand between your bodies finding your clit immediately as his pace begins to pick up. "You...you are everything to me." He kisses you harshly bruising your lips with his beautiful mouth. You kiss him back twice as hard as his thrust hit you harder. You feel it all building behind your navel, pulling and yanking you with every burning motion. "Cum for me baby." He bites your bottom lip.

You do. With a heavy moan down his throat, you feel yourself clench around him, pleasure wiping every slate clean. He slams into you a few more times before spilling inside of you with a gentle grunt. You stare up at him, at the line of sweat sliding down his temple. You reach up and kiss him again, handing over everything you ever were to him.

After a while he pulls out of you, sliding his body next to yours. He's propped up on an elbow toying with your fingers. "I'm sorry for the things I said."

You peer up at him, "Wouldn't be us if we didn't say awful things to each other."

"Maybe we can try to refrain." He smirks down at you, "I'm also sorry about Livia." You look away the sting of that betrayal still sore. "It was the safe option. I knew I could never feel anything for her. She would never devour me as you had."

"You don't need to explain." You daze off curious but knowing any truth would hurt. "I'm the one that burned us down."

He traces the outline of your nail, the frayed raw skin of your cuticle. "I never...It was never like that. I never was with her like that, just a kiss to a cheek." The reassurance settles in deep as he brings your wounded fingers to his mouth kissing the broken edges of skin, and you feel the tiny beat of a returned heart.

"So modest of you Snow." You smile up at him.

"I love you."

It cuts through the room like a knife, words you suddenly had always longed to hear from his beautiful mouth. He stares at you, bright blue eyes giving you space to absorb those three little words. "I didn't realize things had changed at first." You roll over to face him. "I think over time it began to shift into the known, all the flushed cheeks and hidden smiles. The sudden drop of adrenaline when you'd message me, look at me, touch me..." His mouth curves up, "But I'm starting to wonder if it has always been there; we burn too bright, too hot, and I think the universe always knew to twin our flames." Your throat burns with the truth of it all, "You look at me like you can actually see me, all of me, and I hated it because you could see all the parts I wanted to hide, but its's also why I fell in love with you. The toppings and coffee orders. My offensive communication habits and wishes and how I can only love my father from afar. You make me feel like I can do anything I put my mind to. You know it all, you know me, understand me in a way I don't think anyone ever could."

"When did you get so philosophical," He brushes your hair behind your ear.

"My mother got to me." You grimace.

He chuckled, "Wise woman."

"Shes a softy for a good love story." He kisses your palm, your wrist. "It is, isn't it?" You whisper, "A love story." Because if it isn't, then what was it? This love, this hate had consumed you, it had been the very foundation to your whole life.

He smiled, the wooden boards of the stage digging into all the hard places reminding you of everything that had brought you here. You had pretended for so long, in high school, on this stage, in your apartment on the day you told him to leave. "I love you, fangs and all."

You roll slightly using his chest to prop yourself up to kiss him the laughter coming out under your breath, "This is most inconvenient since I've sworn to loathe you for all eternity."

ONE YEAR LATER

The crowd goes up in a silent roar and you watch in awe as hats fly through the air in an umbrella of colorful tassels. You laugh to yourself as you watch it all pinching your graduation cap tighter to your head to keep it on. You didn't want to have to go searching for it once the celebration seeded back. You look to your left, at him across the aisle of bodies and chairs, watching you, the small smile on his face.

You slowly raise your hand to wave.

He returns the motions.

Then you're turning, pushing through bodies to meet him in the middle the noise of the crowd floating back through your ears with his words, "You're supposed to move it." He tugs your tassel to the left of your face.

"Any big plans?" You ask.

He shrugs, "Maybe get a master's degree, maybe not. Gaul wants me working for her, already offered me the job."

"I meant for an after-graduation party." You laugh at him.

He doesn't get his answer out in time before two bodies slam into you. "We're so proud of you!" You hug your best friends in their different colored gown for their different departments.

"Couldn't have done it without you guys." It was truth. You surely would have pitched yourself off a building long ago if they hadn't been around all your life.

Arachne keeps a tight grip on your waist. "We're having a joint grad-party at Clem's and all going to an after party at Panem." She fights looking towards him.

You raise an eyebrow, "Arch."

"You're invited too Coriolanus." She finally asks looking at him. They were all trying. After it all, despite much explaining on your part, it was hard to reintroduce everyone to each other, your friends were protective, and Snow had been on the defense through it all. It would just take time even though so much had passed.

He smiled at her. "I'll see if I can make it."

She rolled her eyes letting go of you as Clem gives you a final tight squeeze. "Come get ready with us."

"Always." You revel in her embrace before she lets go. "I'll be over later." You smile as you watch them walk away before turning back to him, "Wanna go for a walk?"

He nodded taking your hand and letting you lead him away from the lingering crowd. He doesn't say much as you walk, you don't either, and it's nice, to walk with him in a serene silence. There's no hiding or deflecting or running from him, not anymore.

He knows where you're going, doesn't even question as you rip off your graduation gown to use as a blanket on the warm sand. "The Plinths want to have dinner sometime this week." He sits down next to you. "To celebrate."

"Of course." You squeeze his hand knowing the anniversary of Sejanus's death was coming soon. "Whenever they want."

He lays back against the rough material of the gown staring up at the blue sky. "He wanted to be a doctor." He says quietly, "He really wanted to help people, and he would have."

"He was kind like that." You remember him always being willing to help anyone who needed it, his passion for those who needed it.

"He was good."

You lay down on your side, laying your head against your arm. "So are you."

He waved you away, "Enough about me, what are your big plans?"

"Maybe I'll become president." You shrug

He chuckled, "Always the politician." He turned to face you as well, "Well then I'll just have to run as well to beat you."

You glared, "You wouldn't dare."

He shoots over and kisses you, muttering into your lips, "Afraid I'll win?"

"You wish." You growl pushing him back and climbing on top of him something hard digging into your knee from beneath layers of flimsy fabric "What is th-!"

He catches your hand, "It was supposed to be a gift you pest." He sits up letting you climb off of his lap as he digs in the deep wells of the gown pulling out a brown wrapped up rectangle. "Happy graduation."

You take it gingerly, afraid to break it, afraid to open it. You knew what it held, even as you peeled the wrappings off of it revealing a long lost memento. "I uh..." You tug the rest off, the fresh new book sitting heavily in your hands. "I bought it after class that day."

"We were discussing classic romance novels." He ran his finger along the corner, "Jane Austen was the biggest topic. I seem to remember mentioning I thought this one was a hidden masterpiece over looked by dear Mr. Darcy and all of that...what did you call it...quiet yearning."

You trace the title Persuasion, "I called you stupid." You meet his eyes, "And picked it up on my way home."

"I know it's missing your notes, and sticky tabs, and dog eared pages." He traced the spine, "But the spine is in good shape to start new."

You tuck the book into your chest. "Thank you." You smile wagging the book at him, "Second chances right?"

"Second chances." He smiled back watching as you set it down. "What will you do now?"

The age old question. "I don't know, maybe I'll start my own business to take my father's down, run him into the ground." You run your fingers through sand the small particles getting stuck under your nails, "Maybe I'll see what people Flickerman knows, I did rather enjoy the theatrics."

"You always did." You shoot him a glare as he laughs. "The world is your oyster remember?"

He brings his hand up to tuck hair behind your ear, "What a stupid fish." He tugs your face to his to kiss you gently, "One final question." He groaned into your mouth. "Why did you never tell me earlier?"

"Would you have listened?"

You think it over, "No...I guess not." You smirk as you kiss him. "I love you too Snow."

THE END

notes: omg im so sad this is over i loved these complicated hoes so much. tbh it was so hard to write a nice snow lmaoo need to go back to my roots hope u all enjoyed!! i had to fight demons to make sure this had a happy ending hehe

[ohbo-ohno]

🗑️ Creep Johnny this, creep Johnny that. What I want is a creepy Simon. Like he just walks up to Johnny and is like "I think you buy a new couch" and soaps like wtf are you talking about? And when he's on leave he gets home and sure enough his couch has a broken spring.

Simon sends him the exact amount of money he needs to purchase the couch he was JUST looking at on his laptop- since when did simon get his personal address? Or his bank info????

Then Simon just starts. Saying the weirdest shit. Like "the freckles on your taint are cute." Like what??? Not even going to pretend to NOT be looking? And sometimes he'll comment about Johnny wearing less boxer briefs on missions (how does he know it's not like Johnny strips to his underwear and shows off to his l.t. so how does the man know?) Or how he doesn't like Johnny's shower curtains.

And then Simon sends him a selfie (mask on ofc) of himself half naked in Johnny's home bathroom while the man himself is still on base.

And then shit just gets downright strange. He'll come home from base, and find that half his clothes are stuffed into one side of his closet, the other half filled with shit too large for him to wear, smelling like his lieutenant. There's extra toothbrushes, trinkets lying around, food he doesn't usually like in his fridge.

And then the next day Simon walks in with his duffle bag filled with his stuff and acts like they've been living together forever??? His name is somehow also on their lease??

He tries to talk to his family about it but they're all like "Oh, Simon? That nice fellow who visited us while you were deployed? He mentioned being your boyfriend, he was such a nice fellow."

And Johnny just has to live with it. Because he suddenly got saddled with a giant buff boyfriend who he kinda had a crush on so is it really THAT bad?? In the grand scheme of things, Simon could have been A LOT worse, knowing that freak of nature.🗑️

ghost harassing and violating soap will ALWAYS be famous

there have GOT to be a million fics with this general plot and trashy i would LOVE to recommend them to you but unfortunately i am woefully naive to the ghoap fanfictions of ao3. someone send recs

i love ALL OF THIS & im going to add some of my own thoughts but i'm not like. changing your idea lol (btw i love when you said "then it gets strange" as if the first part wasnt strange lmao)

i looove the idea of everyone else on base being super uncomfortable around ghost but not helping johnny out at all with his very obvious obsession because they're just like "better you than me buddy". they're in a large meeting and ghost literally lifts johnny off of his own chair and sets him in his lap, tucks a hand up under his shirt and gropes his pec, and literally everyone is just like "doo doo doo... nothing happening over there..."

im also obsessed with the idea of ghost not even TRYING to act like he's not stalking soap. he's loud and proud about using johnny's toothbrush after him for just a TASTE of his boy. he's jacking off in soap's shampoo and will mention it in front of other people. ghost will look soap dead in the eyes and say "washed your laundry yet? don't. i want your boxers for tonight" and just WALK AWAY

alssososooooooooo ghost moving into soap's house without asking!??!?!? are you insane!?!??!?!!? just absolutely refuses to leave, doesn't understand why soap's so angry, refuses to acknowledge his discomfort. will kick johnny out of his own bed when he starts being too bad :/ starts changing things to his own preference, just scoffs and rolls his eyes when johnny complains

[brookiidookiii]

okay so i am having a lot of thoughts abt a killer elizabeth fnaf au.....

(in this au CC survived the bite of 83 but has permanent brain damage from the accident. michael never got scooped or changed his name)

im thinking mmmaybe elizabeth goes apeshit after learning that willy killed a few kids + charlie and murders then decides to murder him to avenge the kids. well elizabeths always been a little bit messed up even from childhood (like killing dead animals and the behavior was usually endorsed by william too) and this time she finalllllyyyy snaps and decides to actually do it then that leads her down a rabbithole of violent tendencies

and eventually she kinda gets driven to madness and needs to tell someone and she decides to go to henry bc she knows he hates william and tells him the truth that willy killed charlie (by now henry has abandoned the company and just makes animatronics as a side job). obv henrys pissed off and believes williams death is justified so he decides to help her cover it up so they stuff william in the spring bonnie suit and leave it behind a sealed off room to rot away

meanwhile because after a while william is pronounced death when nobody can find him and michael inherits the company against his will and is now the only owner of both fazbear entertainment AND afton robotics

basically kind of the evnts of sister location take place. michael goes into the weird underground place and finds old blueprints and realizes uh oh!!!! his dad is a psycho!!!! probably planning to kill kids with these robots!!! and then links the deaths of the 5 kids + charlie with william and comes to the conclusion ohhhhhhh so yeah he did it.

mike tries to contact CC (i call him evan buttttt yea) to ask him if he knows about any of this but CC basically is seperated from anything related to the afton family or fazbear so mike cant get in touch with him, so he goes to henry if he knew anything abt william being the killer and eventaully they meet up in person and henry tells him everything he knows and mike is just horrified beyond comprehension

basically he goes on the same journey of trying to find william but henry refuses to tell him the whereabouts of his location and just replies with stuff like "i cant tell you" or "its better if you didnt investigate" and mike gives up

soon after mikes got no clue what to do with freddys and needs money so he turns it into fazbears freights, finds springtrap but doesnt rlly theres a corpse inside and just thinks it smells from all those years of decaying, and decides to use it as display. while hes in the midst of construction and revamping, he doesnt have that much cash to hire a security guard so he decides to take up the position himself, and fnaf 3 happens from there

after that the rest of the timeline goes on. mike decides to reopen a new restaurant to lure springtrap and take him apart, and his original idea isnt to burn down the place, but instead, elizabeth hears that hes reopening a new restaurant, is infuriated, and burns it down herself with springtrap and mike inside, also killing herself in the fire as an act of suicide. henry kind of moved on from charlies death once he got total closure that will was dead and his death freed the spirits of all the kids

im stilllll working out the details idk if im gonna do anything with it (probably not) but i needed to get my thoughts out and have someway to make elizabeth follow in her fathers footsteps, intentionally or not

[lovethatmakingcoffee]

im going to write the same thing I did for the ko-fi page so followers, please bare with me.

I'm sorry to be suddenly springing this on everyone but for those who know, I got deported from Germany at the end of last October 2023. I had some help from a relative to get me out of that situation but she won't help me with anything financial ever again. Why I was in Germany was because a relative convinced me and my dad that there was work for us there and we should move in with them. That we would get the documents all squared away and immigration would be a snap. My dad got the job as working for her handy man to fix up her estate, and I… Didn't have a opportunity like that. There were a lot of details, but the end of it was that there really wasn't any job, she lied, she didn't help me get citizenship and I was basically deported after spending 8 months there. I was thankfully saved by my mom so I wouldn't become homeless, but my dad is still there. Still with that psychopath. He had no way to leave, cause he no relative to swoop in and help, so he had to stay and work for this freak until he could financially leave. I was trying to make as much money as I could from my end, but my job is mininum wage and I had other expenses but we both thought that he would have time (a years worth) cause she would renew his work visa cause she wants him to work for her. But lo and behold, she remains true to her selfishness and craziness, cause she said she won't renew it because he isnt doing this project for her anymore, but for himself. Which, what? No, he is doing the project so you will pay him and he can escape, but whatever. She had one of us deported, it seems that she wouldn't mind having both of us deported. And that is why I ask for help. I didnt press for financial assistance with my deportation, but I plead with his. He has no one to help him and I'm not enough. Please help him, he gave up so much to help her cause he trusted and loved her (his cousin). But she wouldn't return the favor. So now she is throwing him away cause she's done with him, so I beg anyone to help. He will need at least 10k to get a semi fresh start. 20k would be a comfortable one even though that is asking for so god damn much. But to explain, the finances would be for the plane ticket so he won't be thrown on a thirty hour flight which is possible and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. A $200 ride to the airport cause thats how much it was for me and my luggage and she didn't help with any of that. He had several luggage items so that combined with the plane ticket. Then he will need money for a place to stay until he can get back on his feet and the state he will be moving to is a pricier one but it will have my sisters who will be there for him. They can't help much either cause they are also poor. I intend to ask, and I'm sure they will hand over some but it won't be enough. And then he needs a car since he got rid of his moving to Germany and just general expenses like credit cards and we have a storage space filled with stuff we were going to bring with us but that's not happening. So I ask this much, because it's what he needs but I don't know if it's what he's going to get. I'm sorry for springing this one everyone, but I am literally not enough and won't get any outside help. So please, if you can, please help my dad.

I will make art if requested or short stories if asked for. I won't have too much time balancing out my job and things, but I will commit. Just send a request and I'll type that shit like there is no tomorrow. Just please, help us. I am actually begging and losing my mind over it. Please.

I'm sorry to be suddenly springing this on everyone but for those who know, I got deported from Germany at the end of last October 2023. I had some help from a relative to get me out of that situation but she won't help me with anything financial ever again. Why I was in Germany was because a relative convinced me and my dad that there was work for us there and we should move in with them. That we would get the documents all squared away and immigration would be a snap. My dad got the job as working for her handy man to fix up her estate, and I… Didn't have a opportunity like that. There were a lot of details, but the end of it was that there really wasn't any job, she lied, she didn't help me get citizenship and I was basically deported after spending 8 months there. I was thankfully saved by my mom so I wouldn't become homeless, but my dad is still there. Still with that psychopath. He had no way to leave, cause he no relative to swoop in and help, so he had to stay and work for this freak until he could financially leave. I was trying to make as much money as I could from my end, but my job is mininum wage and I had other expenses but we both thought that he would have time (a years worth) cause she would renew his work visa cause she wants him to work for her. But lo and behold, she remains true to her selfishness and craziness, cause she said she won't renew it because he isnt doing this project for her anymore, but for himself. Which, what? No, he is doing the project so you will pay him and he can escape, but whatever. She had one of us deported, it seems that she wouldn't mind having both of us deported. And that is why I ask for help. I didnt press for financial assistance with my deportation, but I plead with his. He has no one to help him and I'm not enough. Please help him, he gave up so much to help her cause he trusted and loved her (his cousin). But she wouldn't return the favor. So now she is throwing him away cause she's done with him, so I beg anyone to help. He will need at least 10k to get a semi fresh start. 20k would be a comfortable one even though that is asking for so god damn much. But to explain, the finances would be for the plane ticket so he won't be thrown on a thirty hour flight which is possible and I wouldn't wish that on anyone. A $200 ride to the airport cause thats how much it was for me and my luggage and she didn't help with any of that. He had several luggage items so that combined with the plane ticket. Then he will need money for a place to stay until he can get back on his feet and the state he will be moving to is a pricier one but it will have my sisters who will be there for him. They can't help much either cause they are also poor. I intend to ask, and I'm sure they will hand over some but it won't be enough. And then he needs a car since he got rid of his moving to Germany and just general expenses like credit cards and we have a storage space filled with stuff we were going to bring with us but that's not happening. So I ask this much, because it's what he needs but I don't know if it's what he's going to get. I'm sorry for springing this one everyone, but I am literally not enough and won't get any outside help. So please, if you can, please help my dad.

I will make art if requested or short stories if asked for. I won't have too much time balancing out my job and things, but I will commit. Just send a request and I'll type that shit like there is no tomorrow. Just please, help us. I am actually begging and losing my mind over it. Please.

If I reach 20k on both goals combined, I will freeze them so no one adds anymore, thanks you.

[wygbyrm]

stream of consciousness ramble about my stupid baka life below

so i guess im looking at going back to school. and i really still have no idea what i want to do with my life but my local community college has a broadcasting program and every single class i'd have to take sounds like some insanely epic shit that i would love. like photography, film appreciation, history of animation, creative writing, philosophy, environmental science....... among other things, but i don't know if i should do it bc the last time i picked a major on a whim bc it sounded cool i failed out in under a year and went on a three year long bender about it.

but at the same time i didn't really give a shit about anything in flight school other than actually flying the plane, and i was only doing it because i was trying to be smart and pick a career where i could make a lot of money.... and i guess i don't really give a shit about how much money i make as long as i can afford to live and buy weed..... but at the same time if i majored in broadcasting what kind of fucking job would i even get?

plus if i register for classes here, i'm basically locked into living at home and that is a dark and dismal prospect...... but im pretty much locked into living at home anyway because it's not like i can go back to live with my friends with no goals, no job, and no direction.

plus, all the people i was close with in my frat with are graduating either this fall or in the spring, so i wouldn't have anyone to live with long term. i guess i could live with some of the new brothers but i also don't want to be that guy who keeps hanging out with college kids to relive the glory days or whatever.

because i know some dudes like that and it is a depressing lifestyle, i need to move forward. i need to find a path of my own. it's just hard because i just feel like im not ready and im going to fail again. i'm really scared, i guess....

[the-kipsabian]

so heres the gist of it

im unemployed

that should be the end of it lmao. unfortunately its not

on top of that, i live in one of the cheapest single bedroom apartments in the entire city. and yet according to new rulings that started this spring, im paying 12 euros too much for rent to be considered for the full amount of financial help that i should be able to get to help pay for it, which delays my paperwork every single time i apply for this benefit (thats high key crucial for my survival as, again, im unemployed as fuck) and they keep insisting i need to look for a cheaper apartment (which is impossible, there literally isnt any in this whole city and if there is, they are so sought after at this point people nab them immediately so...) or i might lose most of those benefits in the future. so thats fun

but i cant move cause i cant afford a more expensive place cause 1. im still unemployed as fuck and 2. they wouldnt approve of my paperwork cause even higher rent would be against their rules and the cost limit they are enforcing so...

ive been trying to get a job for a well over a year and a half now. nobody is hiring even tho a lot of people are looking. it always comes down to either being in a location i cant get to (cause its too far and i dont have a car or the hours are so inconsistent i cant make it without a car, usually) or just not being good enough with my skillset or whatever the fuck. it always goes to someone else and its been like that for months now so.. yeah, im kinda stuck with that too

HOWEVER the city has decided to add another fucking wrench into my entire situation since remember, im 1. unemployed as fuck, 2. i dont own a car, or even have a license for that matter, to move around everywhere, and 3. the government is actively trying to get me to move into a cheaper apartment that simply does not exist in this city ffs or they might cut my benefits or at least delay all my payments with taking ages with the added paperwork cause of that :)

so now? they have completely destroyed the bus schedules to my part of the city. nothing moves in or out of here past half six on the evening on weekdays anymore. even worse, on weekends nothing goes past two in the afternoon. which is.. ridiculous. that means that if you work evening shifts, tough shit youre not getting home unless you bike or walk (which isnt exactly a valid option with winter coming soon and lasting for like 75% of the year lmao), youre not getting to morning shifts if they start at 7am cause nothing moves from here before that, god speed if you work on the weekends cause youre really not moving from here or to here almost at all since the schedules were already horrendous and now theyve cut at least three or four drives from that sssssooooooooo

basically what this means is that it cuts my possibilities for jobs i can apply and accept a RIDICULOUS amount. any normal retail job would ask you to be able to work both morning, day and evening shifts; i literally cant do two of those anymore which ofc limits my chances dramatically as someone they would consider hiring. work on weekends? yeah i was already on the fence for it since my saturdays are usually hangout days but i was willing to make sacrifices but knowing i wouldnt be able to work past half two? yeah again, limits my chances so much on being hired

which means. im already struggling to get a job. now with this new schedule they are limiting me so much more on what i can go for and what i can be hired for so i can actually cover any shifts on anything ever. which in turn means im not gonna have that money i need to pay for a bigger apartment. which means im not gonna be able to move. which means im stuck with these schedules. which means im limited in what jobs i can apply and get even considered to be hired for. which means....

you see the issue? you know why im fucking upset and mad and angry and sad and i actually had a screaming crying fit last night cause i cant fucking handle this shit and how inconsidered this whole fucking thing is to literally everyone?? the people who changed the bus scheduling said its cause of the lack of customers (which isnt even true and they compared summer numbers to winter numbers which fucking LMAO ofc people use the busses less during the summer when they can bike or scoot about so much easier. and most of them are not even in town anyways for their vacations so) but also its important to note that i live in the part of town where theres a lot of families and old people and the lack of cars and kids moving around here from school to back is actually very big and yet. YET

im just.. sorry. i needed to get this out. cause its utterly ridiculous and im now stuck in this fucking cycle and i dont know what to do. im gonna send an application for any potential open apartments to the firm i rent from right now since they cover the entire city and have basically the cheapest places here so that maybe i can get something offered to me if anything frees within the next year or so. apart from that i have no idea what to do. i have no desire or money to get a license, let alone a whole ass fucking car, i get anxiety just thinking about driving. im just stuck here, in this goddamn loop that just somehow got worse as i discovered this whole bus scheduling issue last night. and i really dont know how to break it with how these things are all affecting each other

i left the city some feedback about this and got my friends to do it too since we are all fucking mad about this but.. unless they get a noticeable amount of it, i doubt they'll be doing anything about it, or at least not very fast so. im just stuck and im fucked and im upset and im angry and i needed to get this out im sorry if you read this whole thing im just. im going to fucking explode

[ven-dett-a]

HAJIME (the yankee) HC (rlly testing what hc means in this case ig)

Okay so my favorite one other than the tattoo artist is flower shop (keep in mind im trying to keep in mind the timeframe the game happens in the best i can. Also that im a filthy American so idk japanese customs for some things heart emoji) Some basics that im not explaining just yet is i dont believe hajimes family is the best off financially, stable enough now but when hajime was younger there was alot more struggle. Id also like to add, My hc that while hajimes mom was japanese, Hajime was born in america and they only moved back to japan when he was 8. Theres reasons to this that tie into the hc above (specifically the fact im not mentioning his father) that ill explain later. I havent found any proof for hajime or tsuginos ages around this time so i imagine theyre 16 --- There was a flower shop owned by this little old woman, only opened during the spring and summer. It was located in a small strip with two other stores beside it, an old building a few feet behind the flower shop, between them was an alleyway where the dumpster for the flower shop sat. A bit far from the exit but she managed. One night when she walked out, there was a boy laying against the dumpster, no older than 12, hands pressed against bleeding wounds and his mouth and he tried to regain enough strength to get home. --- (This is set long before he meets tsugino for knowledge) As we know in canon hajime got into fights, tsugino mentioning this detail when describing hajime early on in tsog, "he would tell me stories on how he had defeated men who had tried go get in his way, or how he had beaten a shoplifter to a pulp... Such unimportant sagas." I imagine he didnt just start that suddenly, it had been going on for a while. And he seems prideful in the fact hes won, so its likely hed never tell tsugino about the losses. The beginning of this headcanons simple, Hajime lost a fight badly, he was over cocky and bit off more than he could chew. what little stuff hed brought was taken from him and he was just left there. The owner of a shop infront of the alleyway had gone to throw away the last bits of trash from the day and had found him groveling, hand covering his mouth to keep the noises of pain as quiet as possible as he was trying to stop the bleeding from some of the more serious wounds. The old lady had brought him into her store quickly, using what she had to help bandage him up. Violence outside wasnt uncommon, but for a young child.. While fixing the young boys wounds she had given a slight lecture about fighting, in response he turned his head away, if it wasnt for the fact he was hurt he wouldve just left. The old woman sighed as she continued working on bandaging his wounds. --- The shop owner continued bandaging the boys arm, but after a spout of silence.... "...who started it?" The woman asked as she knotted the bandage off. The boy didnt look at her for a moment, eyes glued to the floor, worrying his already busted lip between his teeth. It took him a few moments to finally grumble out the answer. "I did.." "Now why would you do that?" The old woman questioned his motives on a whim, she didnt know this boy, but wanted to know non the less. This is where hajime would go silent again, the woman beginning to work on cleaning up his blackened eye. --- The headcanon above comes into play here, hajime did provide an explanation finally, he did it for the money, street fighting had a payout and he was pretty good at it, his mom needed the help but places didnt want to hire a kid. The woman was silent after that until shes gotten him cleaned up. Before she sent him home however she told him to come back to her shop after school the next day. Surprisingly he did. A small loaf of bread in hand aswell, telling her it was from his mother as a thank you for helping him the night before. -- The old woman waved her hand. "Im not in need of that sweetie.. but if youd really like to thank me, could you help me get this display moved? Its hard on my poor bones.." --

he did. Hed help the woman with a few more things aswell. He didnt see the problem with it, despite everything he was taught manners. Once hed finished however she'd handed him an envelope, upon opening it there was money. She told him shed see him again tomorrow. He continued that process until the end of the season, it wasnt an official job persay, the lady explained once that he was being paid under the table, but it was still money. It was still helpful. Hed return the next season, and the next, and the one after that. Soon he was being paid as a normal employee. He didnt stop fighting, often times showing up to work with a few cuts and bruises, a black eye here and there. The woman stopped scolding him after a while, changing to asking if hed atleast won this one. Hajime had stayed working at the flower shop every season until his death. Visiting his grave youd always find new bouquets every week. its important to bring up why i think this fits him The old lady is there because i wantwd him to have mor interaction outside.of tsugino, but i think a job at a flower shop doesn't contrast his personality that much The concept of him being a delinquent but being one of the only people to like tsugino the way he is is very similar to him getting into fights but working at a flower shop for a elderly woman

[shhhleepy]

Heeeeeeeey so I came here to give another life update!

I moved back home to my parents for my last semester of undergrad which I finished! I graduated in December 2024 (yippee!!!!!!) Between the time I moved home to graduation I found a job in an ABA clinic (oooh, aaaaaahh) which was big for me because I made a career change so bless! I've been slowly settling in for the time being and even though some things have been difficult I can say that right now life isn't bad! I'm really at a place where Im just trying to get my money up however way I can. With my current job I started doing in-home visits. Last week was just three days but this upcoming week it will be Monday through Friday! Starting off the day is close to home but the end of day is out of the way (hehe to rhyming.) It is a little annoying and I should've spoken up for myself, but I'll just see how it goes. I'm going with the flow (and also applying to other jobs hehe.) I've also been taking the chance to reconnect with my family and some friends and opening myself up again cause while I was away at school and still went out to do things, I was still isolated. That was for my own healing so hell yeah!!!! I feel like I'm actually maturing during this time even though there are still things from my past I haven't forgiven (outside of myself though, I forgave myself for all the ways I self sabatoged and wrong myself and others.) I am a little scared because I know I can't get everything perfectly but I will say I'm trying to create time and energy to be myself and to rest and not overwork myself like I have for all these years. I sure have been spoiling myself because really who else can do it for me?! The only thing I think I really need to work on is my love life. Even though I act hard I'd like to have a partner. I've worked on myself so much to where I know I deserve love, but I'm still waiting a bit. I know I can't meet people if I'm just in the house. I'm still kinda hiding but spring just started, I'll be outside soon trust! Anyway that's the life update, I'm going to get ready for bed. Goodnight!

[1d1195]

sam, sam, sammmmm. it’s been a hot minute. im still out of the country, wifi is terrible, i am even more so. HAHA. BUT I MISS GETTING ON HERE AND TALKING WITH YOUUU😭😭😭 but thank goodness because i finally got free time to binge read all the one shots and series you’ve posted (except Honey, it’s the only one left and i’m going to wake up tomorrow and start because i KNOW im going to eat that up) AND ITS BEEN SO MUCH FUN SO THANK YOU SO MUCH.

can i just say how absolutely awesome it is that you run this account and you share all this with us? honestly i don’t even read your summaries anymore because i genuinely know that if you wrote it, ill love it. not even kidding.

SAMANTHA I JUST READ MOST AND YOU WERE SO RIGHT😭😭😭 I WOULDVE DIED IF I HAD TO WAIT FOR THAT😭😭😭 BUT OMGGGG MY HEART LITERALLY HURT SOOOOO BAD READING THAT STORY BUT IT WAS SOOOO GOOD. i was worried cause i remembered all the lauren hate mail but HONESTLY??? I WAS EXPECTING WORSE. I WAS SOOOOO SCARED SHE WAS GOING GET WITH HARRY I WOULDVE THROWN MY PHONE. she was just a jealous bitch, whatever.

the traditional blurb? and then the EXTRA traditional blurb??? BAHSHJEUSHAUAS HOTTTTT. I LOVE THEM🥹

the “heaven is a place on earth” cover is SOOO good, better believe it’s going straight to the clean up playlist. I HAVE A FEW SONGS TO SHARE AS WELL !!! “tenenbaum” by the paper kites - “sweet heat lightning” by gregory alan isakov - “hope” james bay

life is soooo ughhh. there’s something wrong with me, i dunno. please tell me you’re faring better, how’s life ? what’s new ? tell me everything ! love you lots <3333

~🎶

AHHHHHH!!!!! HIIIIIIII!!!!!!! I've missed you so much! Bad wifi is the worst! I figured you were still traveling but it's so good to hear from you!!!! Probs for the best you saved Honey as well, you'll see 😭 I think I got 15 messages for one of the parts. I hope you enjoy 💕

YOU'RE SO SWEET I COULD CRY 😭 I love this blog more than anything tbh. It's so nice to be here and write stuff but it's even nicer that you (and others) enjoy it and let me know that you do 😭 thank God for one direction, am I right?

I hate Lauren (although not as much as some of you 🤭) I briefly toyed with Harry dating but I don't think I could make him date Lauren. Maybe someone else. But Lauren would have been too much I think I'm glad you loved the story overall even if your heart hurt!

Traditional is always a safe bet, I think. I'm glad you loved them too! 💕

Okay listening to Paper Kites but they sing that other song I mentioned to you before so I'm VERY ready to listen to this song 10000 times in a row. (I'm listening to it right now, and I'm loving it thus far). I'm always here for a Gregory Alan Isakov song as well. James Bay for me is about 50-50 but I'll give him a fighting chance (I def heard Let It Go one too many times on the radio back in the day so I'm biased--isn't it weird though? I'M allowed to play the song over and over but the RADIO should NEVER.)

There's nothing wrong with you. Life IS soooo ughh. I'm doing alright. I feel like my energy is off and I'm not sure why (probs $$ related). I feel less stressed than I have in years which is nice, but in a constant state of being busy. Work is good overall! Which is like a HUGE load off my back. Otherwise, just trying to enjoy the little things every day so I don't become filled with existential dread 🙃 I don't have too much new going on. I'm one of those people who shift their closet from spring/summer to fall/winter (and back) so I did that over this past weekend and basically I never need to go shopping ever again (but also I have coupons so what am I supposed to do? Not use FREE MONEY!?) I'm SO obsessed with coffee it's borderline unhealthy but Gilmore Girls says it's fine so it is what it is. I need to start reading again. I've been rereading the same scene of "who did this to you" from what of my books just to feel something and I cannot move on. I mentioned it in an ask to my 💜-anon, but I straight up have two book-boyfriends right now and I'm literally so in love with them it's probs unhealthy as the coffee addiction. I have a wedding to go to this month which I'm not really looking forward to. October is SO busy and I feel like I'm rushing through this message but I am trying my HARDEST to finish a one-shot update for Thursday 😭

Anyway.

TELL ME ALL ABOUT YOU AND YOUR TRIP. Tell me everything as well! What has you thinking life is so ughhh?

MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!! LOVE YOU 💕

xoxo

[5l0v3rsr0ck5]

｡⁠:ﾟBut with everybody watching us, our every move, we do have reputationsﾟ⁠:⁠｡

About me(⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

｡⁠:ﾟName: Finnleyﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟAge: Not Comfortableﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟGender: Trans Mascﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟSexuality: Pansexualﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟFacts about me: I love crocheting, music, my friends, and bugs. I despise cheaters and bullysﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟTakenﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟDNI if : Furry hate • Homophobic. • Transphobic. • Racist. • Etc.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟSo I don't blame you, if you want to bury me in your memory, I'm not the girl I ought to be, but maybe when you tell your friends, you can tell them what you saw in me, and not how I turned out to beﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Things I support

Furries

LGBTQ+

And others opinions

(tell me if I forgot something)

｡⁠:ﾟYour the sun, you've never seen the night, but you hear it's song from the morning birds. Well I'm not the moon, I'm not even a star but awake at night I'll be singing to birdsﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Things I do not support

Pedophiles

Vivzipop(?)

Homophobia

Transphobia

Trump and biden

Pro shippers

Anything bad atp

Music!!

｡⁠:ﾟYour my baby say it to me, baby, my baby, tell your baby that im your babyﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟWild women don't get the blues, but I find that, lately I've been crying like a , tall child. So please hurry, leave me I can't breathe please don't say you love me.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟI don't know what to do without you, I don't know where to put my hands, I've been trying to lay my head down, but I'm writing this at 3 AM. I don't need the world to see that I've been the best I can be but, I don't think I can stand to be where you don't see me. ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟIf you need to be mean, be mean to me. I can take it and put it inside of me. If your hand need to break more than trinkets in your room you can lean on my arm as you break my heart. Just don't leave me alone wondering where you are I am stronger than you give me credit for.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟYour starting to look really weird, oh yeah your face is out of place and I can't make you out. And I forget just what you sayﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟFor I'm starting to learn I may never be free, but though I may never be free, fuck you and your money, I'm tired of your money.ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

｡⁠:ﾟI was asleep for days, and now you're the only thing keeping me awake. A calculator will make the same mistakes, yeah I see it in its face. Hold on tight to this time this place cause everything you know will be erased, you were born inside your head and that is where you be when you are deadﾟ⁠:⁠｡

[venusloveslobotomies]

hi, i'd like to request a sp matchup (with a male preferably)

appearance-wise:

5'7 (i think, maybe taller?) with long brown hair, blue eyes, and a few ear piercings. i literally stabbed myself in the ear with a safety pin for one of them. i get freckles, esp in spring and summer. I usually end up wearing hoodies and pj pants or mad short crop tops and loose pants. lowkey trying to change my style to a little bit of a hippy outdoorsy vibe if u know what i mean. i wear a shit ton of jewelry, mainly necklaces n bracelets too.

personality-wise:

i'm an esfp and pretty athletic. i play lots of sports lol. i'm very hyper too and i don't think I've stopped moving since i exited the womb. i'm definitely very talkative and easy to distract. i don't smoke (don't like the smell) but i do drink (usually at parties). i'm late to literally everything and am usually injured in some way that is mildly embarrassing, like falling down a hill and spraining my ankle (this has happened 4 times this year). i'm directionally challenged and can't walk straight either. also my room is a mess due to my constant depressive state school has me in. like a mess. like bad. i'm also arguably the funniest person ever. i'm very argumentative though, specifically w words and not actions. i win like every time though bc i am fiercly competitive. i have a massive ego too im ngl. also i'm an awful driver. like i run red lights, don't stop at stop signs, almost hit a kid, hit lots of curbs, and run over those grass strip things. one of my teachers told me natural selection was gonna take me out and it's my favorite thing anyone has ever said to me. i also take pictures of EVERYTHING and massively overshare. i have a job, and it is vile, but i happen to enjoy spending money and usually end up broke every week. oh also im a sagittarius sun and i like to think that it suits me very well.

i also can't spell so whoopsie.

craig! craig! craig!

Bestie you need that calm, balanced energy in your life.

He’s down to do some crazy shit and clearly loves a partner who vibrates with energy of any kind.

Probably helps you clean the depression nest (girl me too, my room is a shitshow)

I think he loves a good chat so y’all will definitely go down eight different directions in every conversation.

I get the vibe that he combines a bit of edgy fashion with the Peruvian cultural dress (ye, im so in on that hc) and he would appreciate a partner who could match his style.

Makes you take all the pictures for Stripe’s instagram.

hope u like!!! sorry ive been behind on requests. lexapro withdrawals have literally ruined the last several weeks for me (kinda my own fault cause i took so long to get my refills)

[goawaymars]

senior assassin day 1 and a half

ima senior in high school now and im doing senior assasin and i have never been so fucking terrified and excited in my life! i havent touched tumblr but neigh i shall document my forthcumings here

senior asasasin for those who dont know is a senior tradition at least at my school where everyone puts like 10 bucks in a potluck and are assigned a random person they have to water before the end of the week and to move on you need to get your person out and not get gotten before the week ends and this goes on and on until theres one person and they get all the money in the potluck (its up to over 1000 bucks by now!!!)

first half day should have been day 4 but ive been out of town for spring break so im counting the half as the night i pulled up back to my house: i show up i help my family unpack the car, im looking around, nothing outright sussy its fine

day 1 (today) this morning my dad says he say a teenager sitting in their car parked on the corner with their hood up playing on their phone, he thinks they were gonna try to assassinate me and they left before i left the house bc i slept in

...

tonight i am out with my gorls

i come home

i dash to the garage

i hear footsteps behind me

but neigh

i escape!

i am not wet!

I LIVE ANOTHER DAY!

but neigh i recive a text

“be honest did i get you”

“dont think so”

can i give you 20 bucks to say you got out since we dont know”

“no i didnt get wet sorry”

“ok sounds good”

AFTER THAT H E F T Y CONVERSATION

I LIVE ANOTHER DAY

(i highly doubt any other seniors from my schhool are on tumblr but im still gonna play it safe and not talk about my plans or my stratigies)

see yall tomorrow!

[ticklefits]

hello hello everyone, kalos here! as much as i’ve missed being here casually and for fun, my life has become so hectic and stressful that it’s been hard to get on this blog almost at all. on top of that, i’ve gotten into a horrifying situation in which i’ve recently come to owe a little over 6k for tax situations that i couldn't have seen coming and don’t have any real way to appeal it without putting myself in more jeorpardy. i'm between jobs at the moment with few prospects, so i'm hoping to get some extra help in paying down this debt so i can finally breathe and not lose my mind even more than i already have. on top of this, my physical and mental health is at a low bar and my roommates and i are trying to move out of our shitty apartment that only keeps raising in rent, which is only making things worse. to start trying to ease this debt off of me, i’m opening up fanfic commissions again, with updated prices and fandoms. if you’re interested, please continue to read on past the read more. if you’re feeling generous and have the means to donate w/o a commission, i would be forever grateful and i may just write you something anyways. ♥ please reblog this post and help spread it around!

• you can view samples of my work using the tags k’s writing. , k writes. , my masterlist on my blog and my ao3 account. 

• i will write: almost any genre, violence, blood / gore, smut, canon x oc, canon x reader, aus, potentially anything else not on the will not write list, just talk to me about it. 

• i will not write: s*xual *ssault / noncon / dubcon, incest / pedophilia, parents tickling children / really anything having to do with young children ( below the age of 13 ) at all, excessive age gaps, historically dated pieces ( i’m really not good at that at all , unless it’s futuristic ).

• you can message me either in tumblr ims, asks, or we can exchange discords, which i think personally would be the easiest way! i’m also open to email as well.

• i’m opening up all 8 slots and will be going in order of first come first served. you can request priority / express for your fic for an additional fee. you can find the slots on my pinned post.

• turnaround time is currently between 1 week to 8 weeks depending on where your commission is in line, how long it is, and my own schedule. i’m currently working full-time as well as attending college full-time, but i’ll be on spring break starting march 31st. i will give you a specific time frame at the time of discussing your commission.

• you must be 18+ to commission nsfw content, no exceptions.

• i will post all commissions on both my blog and my ao3 account, as well as send it directly to you however you’d like. you need to tell me ahead of time if you don’t want your fic posted publicly and/or if you don’t want your handle tagged on the posted fic.

• there will be no extra charge if i go over the amount of words for the price you paid. i.e. if you commission a fic at 2k words and i write 2.5k, there will be no additional charge to you. 

• payment must be made before i start on the commission and sent to any of these three accounts. please make sure you write your handle and what the payment is for in the notes. please do not just send me money without contacting me first to discuss your commission details, unless you are donating and do not want a fic.

k*fi: skyprince.

p*yp*l: paypal.me/jadenyuki

v*nmo: wizinary​

• if i don’t complete your commission within the timeframe i’ve stated to you without updates as to my personal status and the status of the fic, i will refund your money accordingly if i don’t think i’ll be able to complete it at a reasonable time. with this information in mind, please make sure you’re 100% sold on commissioning me. 

COMMISSION DETAILS:

when requesting your commission please include the following:

• the ship / characters you want in your fic and/or if it’s an x reader fic. poly relationships may be an additional charge, dependent on amount and characters.

• any & all details / prompt(s) you want in your fic. just be warned that very little detail can become a gateway into getting something you weren’t looking for and on the flip side, too many details or prompts will limit my creative freedom and make the fic too congested. communication is key. 

• whether or not you want nsfw in your fic. if you do want nsfw, i need to know much and how explicit you want it to be. 

• if it’s an x reader fic, i’ll need to know what pronouns you want used. if you’re comfortable, telling me more about yourself will help make the fic feel more personalized to you. 

• if you have any other questions, please feel free to talk them out with me! thank you so much for reading this and for the continued support of my craft. ♥

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐞𝐚 ~

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝; SMUT!!! a smidge of angst and a lil fluff, felix x fem!reader. enemies to fwb, bullying!!!, highschool!au, blowjob, pierced!felix, mentions of complicated family relationships/bad economy, felix being rude lmao, PIV, unprotected sex (use protections ffs, this is a bad example), orgasm (m/f), cum, nicknames, shy reader, fingering. 

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝; 6.6 k 

𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎; Consent is like tea or my personal favorite,,, tea slut HSAHSHA PLEASE im- anyways enjoy both tea and consent, both very very sexy and good for you

also,,, my first kinda long fic?? 

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺; Lee Felix. The class bully. Also the son of a wealthy business man. You didn’t have the same privileges, living alone at such a young age. After an arrangement Felix invites you to work at his fathers old tea shop but this relationship turns into something unexpected.

The cold wind blew on your exposed calfs, the skirt of the school uniform fluttering as your backpack was lazily thrown across your shoulder, your head turned to the direction the bus comes from. You were not the only one on that bus stop. Other students standing at least a feet apart from each other, all eagerly waiting to hurry back to their comfortable homes, eat dinner and start on their assignments.

You on the other hand had other plans. 

What was on your computer screen wasn’t the typical essay or sheet of physics questions. It was job applications. And lots of them.

A notification arrived, your phone vibrating in your coat pocket and as the screen lit up you saw a message. 

[ Rent due today y/n, have it in by 8 ]

Living by yourself in a dusty apartment that contained nothing more than a bed, a desk and a tiny kitchen overfilled with noodle packets was nothing to be proud of. You could barely afford that type of lifestyle since you were a student so how on earth were you gonna get rent in to the old lady that served as your landlord? 

You sighed, the packed bus rolling slowly on the way and stopping, there barely being place to stand in the crowded vehicle. 

Your apartment was right above an old tea shop, the owner being a wealthy man that owned several shops on the block. His busy lifestyle including buying and selling properties kept him away from his true passion in life; tea. What scared you was his resemblance to a person you knew. A person you knew too well. 

Lee Felix

His only purpose in life was to have fun. To ruin others. And he had every opporunity to do so. His report card was nothing but lies and money, his fathers wealth being able to buy him decent grades without lifting a finger. There was one, only one, instance where the young boy would try his best and that’s when intimidating others. His best skill. Those piercing dark eyes and knife-sharp jaw could leave anyone shaken for days. 

But do you know who his favorite person to bully was?

You. 

All the hurtful memories eventually started to merge together but one stood out clearly to you. It happened a year ago. You walked into the sunlit classroom, your other classmates sitting around their desks, chatting and showing each other photos, laughing happily. Friends was not something you had, more like acquaintance. The students you would greet and exchange a couple of words with but nothing more. Your assigned seat was in the third row, the one sitting right behind you being Felix himself. With a quick glance at the clock you looked underneath your desk, searching for the book you needed for english class, your eyebrows furrowing as you searched desperatly, turning every book over and ripping open your backpack, did you forget it at home?

“Looking for this?”

The cold voice sent a shiver down your spine, you slowly turning back, afraid of what evil gaze awaited you. You gulped as you saw his angular facial structure, his cheekbones pertruding as he held your english book in his hand, the arms of the white school uniform shirt being rolled up just enough to show off his blinged out watch, veins softly trailing upwards on his flexed arms. 

You nodded to which Felix scoffed. Sighing you stood up, standing at the side of his desk and all of a sudden throwing yourself over it in a quest of snatching it from his grasp but failing epically, you falling down onto the floor, scraping your knees on the rough wooden flooring of the classroom. You try to stand up but was quickly stopped by Felix grabbing your face with his other hand, his wrists decked out with multiple delicate chains, all jingling with his movements. 

Meeting his gaze made your skin crawl, his eyes almost animalistic as he looked deep into your innocent doe-eyes, smirking. His blonde hair falling on each side of his face, framing it like a renaissance painting since his stoic features was art in itself. Your eyes lingered a bit too long on Felix’s making the boy annoyed, before you knew it a clear liquid was spilling down your cheek, that not being tears but instead Felix’s spit. You flinch back as he waves the book infront of your face, tears jerking in the corner of your glossy eyes due to the humiliation, your other classmates forming a circle around the two of you, unable to do anything since that could mean the end of them. 

“You want this, you want it so bad? What’s that angel? You’re gonna cry?”

He crouches as your gaze lowers to the floor, hair hanging infront of your face as a shield from his degrading words as the tears started pouring out of you like water, mixing with Felix’s saliva. He laughs psychotically, the cold laughter echoing in the classroom, tiny specs of dusty floating around like bubbles in a fizzy drink. The bold boy puts down the book on the floor behind him before he raises his hand, you shutting your eyes tightly, expecting the worst but being surprised as his hand laces in your disheveled locks. He pushes a strand of hair behind your flushed ear, leaning in close enough for you to feel his breath hit the shell of your ear. 

“I’m gonna give it to you,,, but I want something in return”

You snap your head up to look at him, your eyes wide open, eyebrows hightened. 

“W-what do you want?” you say, only for him to hear.

Felix hums, running his tongue in the inside on his cheek before speaking in a low voice.

“You”

You choked on your own spit, coughing as you turned away from him. You could hear his laugh ringing in your ears and after your coughing fit you turned back hastily, eyes as big as saucers. This couldn’t be true, this couldn’t be what you though it was. In sheer panic you once again tried to snatch the book, crawling on the floor like a bug in order to snake around his back to have a chance to grab the corner of plastic outside of the textbook but being met with disappointment when Felix slammed his foot on it, you retracting your hand after being mere inches away from his shoe. The boy tsked. 

“I expect you at the school gate by the end of the day and if you don’t show up you’re gonna pay for it, understood angel?”

You nod, just nod. No words or mimicks. Simply a nod. His intimidation wiping the entire alphabet from your mind. 

He stands up, grabbing the book and throwing it at you before exiting the classroom, a evil smirk plastered on his face. The sharp gazes of other students around you made you want to escape but you couldn’t, class was starting in 2 minutes. 

♡ 

The sun shone it’s rays on your face, students exiting through the wide white metal gates. You ran your hand through your hair, pulling the straps of your backpack impatiently at you looked left to right, seeing the flowers blossom out in the rather windy weather. Suddenly your wrist was grabbed by a hand wider than yours.

It was Felix.

His closeness made you gulp loudly, a lump nestling into your stomach as you felt your anxiety rise, scared of what he might do to you even if you did find him strangely attractive even though he was a complete asshole. But who didn’t? The entire school was ready to give up their life in order to even be this close to the boy, girls and boys alike. You shook your head, wanting to get rid of the silly thoughts that clouded your mind. Only after minutes did you realise that your legs moved on their own, you being dragged by Felix, his hand still on your wrist. 

“W-where are we going?” you inquired, the wind blowing on the blonde pierced boy, his angelic hair bouncing with every step. 

“Don’t worry about it” he said, not speaking a single more word during the entire time he held your wrist and walked with you in the spring weather. 

All of a sudden the two of you were standing infront of the tea shop, you lifting your head to glance upwards at your dusty window that was right above the tiny wooden sign that said “Tea Shop”, swinging rustily back and forward. Felix retrieves a key, unlocking the corrodated wooden door, the color matching the sign above. 

“Wh- how do you know-” 

Felix hushes you, closing the door behind you before throwing the keys on the counter. 

“I don’t care about what you have to say. My father owns this place and I usually hang around here whenever it’s closed.” 

“Do you work here?” you asked with a voice filled with curiosity. 

Felix starts laughing his signature laugh, it being laced with nothing but iniquity. 

“Work? Do you think I need to work? I’m the only child of a wealthy family, I’m pretty much settled for life”

You nervously look down at the floor, only being in the tea shop a couple of times before it was closed for business.

“Well,,, I know that your father owns this place, I live in the apartment just above so-”

You were quickly cut of by Felix slamming his hand on the table, standing behind the checkout counter and leaning over it with his two arms as pedestals. 

“Why?”

You looked at him confused before your eyes gazed across the wall of glas cabinets displaying their finest china. Teapots with squiggly handles, painted with the utmost attention to detail, the colors of the scenes painted contrasting nicely with the eggshell white background. Small lamps were installed above each teapot, illuminating the work of art even more. 

“Why what?” you said back, still in trance from the beauty of the teapots.

“Why do you live alone?” His eyebrows raised.

“I never said that!” 

“y/n, that apartment is barely enough for a fucking mouse, there’s no way you could live there with someone else”

Damn, how did he know that? You had no other choice but to nod timidly, curling your hand into a fist.

“Don’t have the best relationship with my parents and since they aren’t wealthy like yours I have to do my best to find a way to support myself” you spat out at him, annoyed at his many questions. 

“Touché” Felix said shortly, shrugging his shoulders.

After a long moment of silence the blonde boy spoke again;

“Let’s make a deal, I’ll get you a job here and I’ll join you but only because you’re stupid and need my help, not because I want to be here”

Your eyes light up, like an excited child you dash toward the counter and place your hands near Felix’s, looking at him with twinkling eyes. 

“Really? You would do that?”

Felix nods.

“But don’t get too excited, you haven’t paid your end of the deal yet”

“Tell me! I’ll do anything, I promise!” you says quickly, smiling widely at Felix’s deadpan face.

“Suck me off”

Your previously bright smile faded in a matter of seconds, now turning into pure confusion. 

“Wh-what? I can’t do that! Are you crazy?!”

Felix scoffs, walking towards the door in a cocky manner with his black backpack over his shoulder, wearing black ripped jeans that were strictly banned in school but no longer warned to Felix by the teachers. The schools logo embroidered on the white flowy shirt that was unbuttoned, exposing his brand name t-shirt. 

Just in time you managed to block the door, his lips inches from yours as he sighed, smirking down at you. 

“I’ll do it! I will do it!” 

You blurted out, you had no other choice but to do it. Seeking other jobs had been impossible since you were only a student without any work experience, not having many other skills other than procrastinating and sleeping. You needed this in order to survive. You needed him. 

The boy pushed you against the entrance door, placing his forehead against yours. 

“Of course you will” Felix whispered in a voice deeper than the ocean, causing you to helplessly gulp and drop down on your knees, them hitting the floor with a thump. His small but veiny hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it in a swift motion, metal hitting each other. You were lost deep in thoughts, simply staring at his crotch whilst rethinking your every life decision. Wondering how on earth you got to this point, soon having your mouth stuffed with your bully’s dick. 

Thank god that he was at least hot. 

Felix popped his dick over the band of his underwear and as if you hadn’t had enough surprises today one last one awaited you. A silver metal barbell lodged right beneath his pretty red tip, his dick already hard as he gave it a couple of pumps. Your mouth fell agape, cheeks heating up as you struggled to keep a straight face. Felix being the tease he is had to comment;

“What? Bigger than you thought?”

You scoffed from his boldness, not believing your ears. 

“N-no! Get over yourself you ass”

“Enough talking princess” Felix said in a deep voice, rubbing the tip of his leaking cock on your plushy lips, them being coated with a layer of saliva from you repeatedly lickning them out of nervousness. 

There was a moment of awkwardness, you not being sure where to place your hands before you grabbed the base of his girthy dick, pursing your lips and latching them onto the tip, sinking down gradually in order to not choke immedietly, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more than you already had. 

Felix let out a strained groan at the sensation, you feeling the cold metal as you flattened your tongue, licking a fat strap on the underside of his cock earning yet another groan. The blonde laced his fingers in your hair, tugging on it slightly in order to control the sinful sounds dripping out of his mouth. You whimpered against his dick, there barely being any room to breath as your nose was hovering just above his abdomen, impressed by your own gag reflex but that didn’t last long, Felix now shoving your head down his length, making you choke. 

“Wow, is there anything you can do right? Can’t even suck me off properly”

You can only hum in response, sending shivers down Felix’s spine from the vibrations, the boy feeling the knot in his stomach tightening. The hair flies in front of you face as you bob your head down his cock that was equally as veiny as his decked out arms, feeling the metal hitting your bottom teeth a couple of times. Tears teased the corners of your eyes as you were throat deep on Felix’s member, your hands slightly sweaty from the butterflies in your stomach. Eventually Felix started to weaken in your grasp, small grunts escaping him as you hollowed your cheeks, mascara staining your heated cheeks. 

“f-fuck,,,yes just like that,,ah-”

Luckily for the both of you the shop was located in a rather desolate area of town therefore no bypassers saw the scandalous view through the door that was decorated with a small foggged window. But did Felix care? Not really, the boy was bold enough to get sucked off in public if the opportunity presented itself. 

You looked up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, spit starting to dribble down your chin and landing on your skirt, forming slightly saturated patches on the fabric from the wetness. The blonde boys useless comments didn’t make it any easier to withstand this agonizing process. 

“Ah,,, never thought I would be seeing you like this, thought I had degraded you enough but this is just another level of humiliation, isn’t it y/n?”

The hand that was previously tangled in your hair was now moved to your stained cheek, him carefully swiping his thumb across the warm skin but you furrowed your eyebrows, swatting his hand away causing him to scoff before being interupted by his own loud moan, you pulling off and kitten licking his tip, coaxing his impending orgasm. 

It didn’t take long before the boy was shutting his eyes tightly, his jaw slacking as a last low vibrational growl ringed in your ears, his eyes still piercing yours while the thick white liquid spilled out of him, coating the metal bar and seeped into your mouth, your dry lips now getting a coat of clear gloss, the rest dripping down onto the floor and your dark colored skirt. 

You shook your head as you looked around the shop, not wanting to spit out his salty seed right on the floor but Felix simply shook his head back at you, grabbing your face gently. 

“Swallow”

Goosebumps erupted on your skin from his intimidating voice, as if you’d been cast under a spell you nod, swallowing the droplets of cum harshly, the sound of your loud gulp causing Felix to hum and with a smile, ruffle your hair before zipping himself up and running a hand through his own hair, exposing his forehead for just a bit. You stand up on your own, legs wobbling as you don’t even expect the rude boy to help. 

“You start tomorrow after school, my father will only be happy to know that someone actually want’s to work in this shithole. I’ll join you but once again, not because I want to but because your stupid head will mess everything up.”

You nod, only now noticing how scruffy the rest of the teashop looked, moving boxes piling up like the dust in the windowsills. You jerked your head to the side, eyes wandering all over the place, everywhere from the wittering plants to the miscellaneous stacks of files. 

The both of you step out of the dusty shop, the cool air hitting your cheek, now remembering the makeup that was running down it. Without saying a word Felix tries to escape but you stop him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He doesn’t turn around, staring at the road ahead of him. 

“Thank you”

You whisper out, your hair fluttering in the wind, feeling yourself getting emotional from his seemingly sweet gesture. Felix starts walking, the sound of his footsteps getting fainter as the disappears down the sunny asphalt road, leaving you standing infront of the shop before you go behind the shop, entering your burrow of an apartment.

♡ 

You walk to the teashop in the floral spring weather, wondering where Felix had been all day since he wasn’t in school this wednesday where lectures went in half speed. Arriving at the shop everything was surprisingly closed. You peeked into the window, standing on your toes as if that would improve your vision but gave up quickly after, only seeing the scene from yesterday, the same old piles of rubbish. 

A light tap threw you off guard, you yelping and jerking away before noticing the blonde hair, Felix greeting you with a jingle of keys in his hand.

“Wanna have the honors? I mean, it is your first day after all” 

You respond with a small “yes” before grabbing the keys from his hand and unlocking the entrance to the stuffy teashop, coughing as you step in from the dust that twirled all around the two of you. You walked over to the sad plants that were placed haphazardly in the windowsill, swiping your finger over the leafs and closely examining the dust that rubbed off, blowing it away softly before turning to Felix that was nearing the pile of random files. 

“Looks like we have a bunch of work to do before we can actually brew tea” 

He didn’t smile, visibly annoyed. Felix went into the back, behind the beaded curtain he retrieved a bucket of cleaning supplies. 

“You mop the floors, I’ll clean some of the heavy stuff away” 

Felix said, his voice still in that notorious deep tone. 

“Not fair? There’s not even a mop which means I’ll have to do it by hand?” 

Felix scoffed, throwing a old rag at you before turning around and grabbing a moving box filled with god knows what. You sigh, grabbing the bucket and emptying the contents, the brushes and strangly colored bottles of cleaning solution spreading across the counter before you went behind the beaded curtain, being met by a murky kitchen that hadn’t been cleaned in what seemed like forever. You sighed, looking around and opening cabinets only to be met with half broken porcelain and cobwebs, the shelf at the top displaying a multitude of metal cans filled with loose tea that had probably gone tasteless. With a disgusted face you close the cabinet, instead filling up the bucket with water and adding dishsoap in lack of other cleaning substance. 

Hours ticked by, Felix sighing and huffing out of annoyance when carrying out and sorting through countless boxes while you cleaned the floor and dusted every corner, the shop transforming right before your eyes. The two of you eventually ended up in the kitchen, you observing every cup for cracks and disposing of those that showed just that as Felix was washing those that you thought looked presentable. Felix tried his best to not drop the cups despite his slippery fingers in a pathetic attempt at trying to do the dishes, it was clear that he had never in his life had to do this which made you roll your eyes, thinking about the boiling anger you had at this pompous and spoiled boy. 

“Do you like living alone y/n? ” 

The question was rather unexpected, making you choke on your own saliva. Never in your life had you thought that he cared about you. You shrugged your shoulders, wanting to appear unbothered.

“y-yeah, I wanted to be more responsible, I mean we are adults soon and nothing is served on a silver platter but I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

Felix smirked, seeing right through your lie but choosing to not taunt you. You felt vulnerable from the question but instead of continuing the awkward silence you wanted to get to know him better, maybe he wasn’t such a dick after all, maybe his tough guy personality was only a facade?

“What’s with that piercing?” you said, pointing at his groin with your chin making Felix laugh, getting shy from your question but snapping back to his cold outer self. 

“It was a bet and as you can see I lost” he scoffed before continuing, “wanna see?”

Your eyes widened, cheeks heating up before stammering out;

“N-no, Felix you’re disgusting!” you say in desperation for an answer but Felix only laughs even more, almost annoying you. 

“Well it wasn’t so disgusting when you were sucking me off, have you forgotten babygirl? Maybe I should teach you your place again.”

You gulped, not answering but instead just staring at him, a cup frozen in your hand as Felix locks his eyes with your, tilting his head in a cocky manner. You harshly place the cup down, storming out into the area where racks upon racks displayed the many tea sorts that were stashed away somewhere in the shop, Felix retrieving them earlier in the day. You start sorting through them, seeing a paper with orders on a clipboard and deciding to check the different kinds. Everything from oolong to pu’er to herbal was lined up in both teabags or loose tea leafs and surprisingly Felix did a good job, everything displayed in pretty and uniform lines. Before you could put a dash for a variety of tea that was missing. Felix sticks his head in between the beaded strings of the curtain, his eyes twinkling. 

“Want some tea?”

For the first time he seemed cute. Not scary or intimidating, just cute. By the way his blonde locks fell infront of his face to the way his earrings were jingling, fading out to his angular facial structure. 

You nod shyly, placing the clipboard on a random shelf before scooting over to the kitchen, seeing that Felix had placed out a white teapot with cobalt blue details, a floral pattern that contradicted to the eggshell white base. On the counter stood a small brown paperbag with black tea and right next to it a small tray of white sugarcubes. 

“This seems awfully complicated for making tea” you say, looking at the red kettle boiling on the stove, there not being an electric kettle in this old establishment. 

“What you expect? That I’ll be satisfied with you serving some watered down tea from a teabag? There’s a process you know.”

“Wow, and this is coming from Lee Felix? The son of a rich man and also the schools scumbag?”

Felix snaps his towards you, previously looking at the piping hot kettle. He licked the inside of his cheek, exhaling sharply through his nose, turning his cheek towards his shoulder, a momentary pop being heard before he looked at you with his dark eyes.

“I’m being nice, take that to your advantage and I’ll break your kneecaps”

You nodded and he smiled, astonished by the duality of this man. 

“Are you just gonna stand there? Come closer”

You stepped closer to the counter, your breath hitching when you felt Felix’s chest again your back, his hands leaning against the counter and trapping you between the two. You swallowed harshly, eyes darting over the various equipment needed to make a simple cup of tea. 

“Open the tea pot maybe?”

Felix said, sighing. You feeling his warm breath against the outer shell of your ear, his voice sounding even more dangerous when it was right beside you. You grabbed the blue detailed teapot and opened it, only to see a metal strainer already a part of the pot. Doubtfully you grabbed the little packet of loose leaf tea, removing and placing down the clip that was hindering it’s aroma from escaping the luxurious leafs. The fragrence of the tea hit your senses, the smell almost addictive. 

“What tea is this?” 

You said, turning the bag in you hand, looking for any type of lettering that would bring you closer to an answer.

“Russian earl grey. It contains bergamot orange making it more pungent”

You hummed, being to scared to turn around and face him, you now zoning out whilst your eyes were stuck on the awfully colored tiles on the kitchen wall. 

“You’re supposed to drink it y/n, not smell it”

Felix stated causing you to snap out and notice that you’ve been holding the bag to your nose, scrunching your nose ever so often. 

“Oh yeah,,, right,,, sorry. How much should I put in?”

You say, tilting the bag and slowly watching dark colored particles spill into the metal strainer. Felix slowly put his hand on yours, tilting the bag even more. You could feel your heart in your throat, your hands starting to sweat from his close proximity. His hand was warm for such a cold person. 

“It’s supposed to fill up one third of the strainer, remember that”

You mewled out a quiet “yes” as he put the bag down, removing his hand from yours. The next step was obvious, filling up the tea pot with hot water. Just as you were about to grab the black handle of the shiny red kettle Felix smacked your hand away, him grabbing it instead.

“It’s hot and I can’t trust someone as stupid as you with it”

“I can grab a kettle you know? I’m not that weak-”

“Shut it”

You pressed your lips shut as Felix pressed himself against your back, carefully reaching and pouring in the steaming water and seeing the water droplets diffuse up into the atmosphere. He carefully put the lid back on the pot and backed away as he put the kettle back on the stove, turning it off. 

“What do we do now?” 

You asked, turning around and leaning your butt against the cold counter.

“We wait for 5 minutes, the steeping time is different for different teas, you’ll have to learn them when working here.”

You nod attentively, staring down at your shoes and turning your heels against the dark wooden floorboards. 

“I wanna change the deal y/n”

Your head shot up to the blonde boy, him standing close by in all his glory, not wearing his school uniform but instead a black t-shirt, of course having a obnoxiously loud designer logo in the front just like the belt that was resting on top of his black slacks. His bracelets jingled everytime he moved his hands, this time wearing dainty silver rings to match with his wristwatch and shining piercings. 

“W-what why? Are you gonna fire me?”

Blood was boiling in your veins, not knowing his intentions yet but knowing that they were just as sinister as the boy himself. Before you knew it his lips were attached on yours.

Your heart skipped a beat, knuckles whitening as you held onto the counter from sheer panic. His lips were softer than expected, pressing gently as he tilted his head, his eyelashes feathering over his closed lids. His hands traveled up your clothed body, exploring every inch of you. The soft sound of lips smacking against each other ignited a feeling deep in your core. You were pushed closer to the edge of the counter, his body so close, leaving you with no choice but to jump up on the metal surface. The coldness radiated through the thin fabric of your pleated skirt, hitting your aching cunt that was already dripping from Felix’s simple actions, his daunting aura clouding your mind with sinful thoughts. 

“I’ll raise your pay if you fuck me, please y/n”

He whispers against your plush lips. You hummed, hesitating before slowly nodding, not being able to think clear with your heart beating like it’s about to protrude from your chest. He smiles slyly before reattaching his lips onto yours, his wet and sharp tongue running over your swollen bottom lip, desperatly wanting to taste your tongue. Your lips parted as you moaned into the kiss, giving him the perfect opportunity to pry himself into your mouth, the kiss getting sloppier, Felix growing needier as the seconds on the large clock on top of the door frame ticked. The blonde boy placed himself inbetween your legs, his veiny hands placed on your knees, seperating your already shivering legs. Without knowing what you were doing you cupped Felix’s cheeks, feeling the sharpness of his jaw against your soft hands.

Why did you pull him closer? He’d hurt you so bad in the past, everyday was living hell because of him and his deeds. A lightheadedness hit you as memories scrolled past your consciousness. Memories still painful, tender as open wounds. But for him you could forgive anything. Forget, just to see him smile at you.

His cologne was strangely addictive, the musky smell mixed with the scent of his soft sunkissed skin. You moaned softly against his lips as his fingers traced lightly over your exposed panties, the skirt already folded up your thighs. He hummed in delight, feeling the soaked fabric sticking against your pulsating cunt. 

“I’ve waited for this for so long y/n”

You looked at him with confusion in your glossy eyes. Waited, for you?

Within a matter of seconds his fingers pushed aside the wet patch of fabric shielding you from the cold air, only to insert a finger inside of your desperate hole causing you to gasp. A second finger joined close by and Felix groaned, feeling your tight walls around his glistening digits. You had so many questions but not enough power to say them without stuttering.

“W-waited for,,, m-me?”

His fingers curled upwards as you finished your sentence causing you to grip his wrist, the squelching sound of your pussy pleasing the blonde boy as he pumped his fingers into you relentlessly.

“That’s how I get attention. You aren’t impressed by materialistic things so I did what I had to”

You couldn’t believe your ears. All that to get your attention? He succeeded but he would never understand the emotions you went through because of him. The hatered you thought would never melt away suddenly did, you becoming nothing more but a whimpering mess from his touch. 

A thump was heard from your head hitting the cupboard, the pleasure firing through your body as your small cries echoed throughout the small kitchen. A sudden feeling of emptiness caused you to sigh in both relief and frustration. Your previously shut eyes slowly drifted open, panicked when you see Felix unbuckling his belt, letting both the fabric of his pants and underwear fall to the dim floor. 

Somehow his leaking cock looked prettier this time around, the shiny piercing distracting to the eye. Your mouth watered embarrassingly enough, turning your gaze to the ticking clock until Felix cleared his throat, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed his spit. He looked nervous which was unfamilliar, the boy always being persistant with his cocky mannerisms. Felix pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, your face heating up as your legs were spread wide open for him. There was nowhere you could hide your flushed face and Felix took this to his advantage.

“Huh? Shy, babygirl?” 

You gulped as you watched him stroke himself, the crimson colored tip disappearing only to reappear seconds later. Your eyes shut tightly as he moved the slick-stained panties to the side, anticipating to be filled to the brim from his impressive size. Mouth agape, Felix pushed into your wet hole, your hands gripping his broad shoulder in order to hinder a loud moan. 

“fuck y/n,,, you’re so tight, s-shit”

You couldn’t answer, still adjusting your velvety walls around him. As the pain subsided your core ached for friction, needing to feel him deep inside of you. Your arms wrapped around the boy, pulling him closer to your heated body making him smirk slyly before carefully pulling away, only his tip resting inside of you. Just as you were about to sigh due to emptiness he slammed inside of you, your entire body shaking from the impact. Panting, you begged for more, begging for him to go faster.

“F-felix! faster,,, please”

Your warm face was buried deep in his shoulder, his slightly cold hands gripping your hips tightly, starting to roll against your throbbing cunt earning small mewls from between your swollen lips. The counter creaked with each thrust that grew louder as his pace got faster, feeling your delicate walls clench around his veiny length, his silver earrings dangling from his lobes. Felix explored parts of your body even you hadn’t felt, his dick prodding you deep enough to make your eyes roll back into your skull, biting down on his shirt. 

The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, your weakening legs wrapping around his figure, trapping him inside of you but the blonde boy had no plans of stopping. Sweat beaded around his temples, his previously serious expressing turning into a grin as he adored your moans, words falling out in incomprehensible syllables. You were close and so was Felix. 

The pit of fire grew violent deep in your core, holding the young boy tighter to your body, clawing his clothed back. Every thrust had it’s impact, shaking you up and forcing shameless moans out from your throat that were being muffled by the fabric between your lips. The two of you moaned in unison, Felix’s deep mutters getting louder, his vicious thrusts becoming sloppier and uneven, desperate for his sweet release. You clenched around him involuntarily, trying to hold back from screaming, glad that your warm face was between his shoulder and neck so that he couldn’t see your fucked out expression. His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, mind blank as your eyes were squeezed shut.

“Felix, i-im gonna c-cum! im-m cumming!”

The wall seperating you from your orgasm collapsed, leaving you with a powerful sensation washing over you. Your legs shook, struggling to keep your legs wrapped around him but soon enough you wouldn’t have to. Felix thrusted into you one final time, sending a shiver down your spine and overstimulating you before pulling out, his dick glistening with your erotic juices as he fucked his hand, hot spurts of cum leaking out. He growled, scrunching his forehead as he released on your shaking thighs, one last droplet of cum descending down his shaft and coating the shiny piercing that decorated his pretty cock. 

You panted, still processing what just happened, looking at Felix that unwrapped his hand from around his member, dick turning flaccid. You lifted yourself off the counter, only then realising how weak your legs were, not letting go of the surface you just fucked on. 

“Is this a one time thing or,,,” 

You start, not really knowing what to say afterwards. Felix cleared his throat, putting on his pants as you fixed your dark skirt, back against the boy.

“Let’s be friends”

You turned around, gazing at Felix as he looked down at the grimy floor.

“I’ll stop,,, bothering you, now we’re friends,,, with benefits but it’s a secret, understand?”

Every sentence this man spoke sounded serious with his deep voice but this was serious, for real. 

“Why should I? Why should I agree, Felix? So that you can play around with me even more, make me your little shy puppet? I’m not having it!!”

You yelled at the boy, his expression deadpan as you hit him in the abdomen, instantly regretting it as your knuckles hit his rock hard abs. Frustration clouded your mind, wanting to break every single piece of porcelain in the narrow kitchen. Instead you broke yourself apart. Crying in front of Felix like you’d done so many times before, dropping to the floor and feeling the cold material against your bare thigh. This feeling, so familiar. Felix gazing down on you like you we’re worth nothing more than the ground. 

Only this time he didn’t only stand and stare. 

His arms wrapped around your quivering figure, his embrace warmer than his face. 

“I’m sorry, y/n”

His voice shook as the silence overtook the both of you, the quiet ticking of the clock interupting. 

“Hm? Look at me, y/n”

Felix pulled away from you, sitting on the floor next to you, watching your head hang low as he gently put a hand on your jaw, lifting your gaze up to meet his. 

“I’m fucking stupid, I know. I shouldn’t have hurt you like that but,,, I didn’t know how- how to get closer to you.”

He swiped the rough pad of his thumb across your cheek, wiping your tears. 

“I will never hurt you ever again, y/n. We- we can work here and just,,, do stuff.”

You knew exactly what he meant by “stuff” but somehow you trusted him. You trusted him because you had no one else to trust. 

“But one rule” he said.

You tilted your head, wondering what his rule was.

“No falling in love”

You hummed, nodding as you wiped your tearstained cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt, cracking a smile at your own vulnerability. Felix stood up and you looked up at him, feeling small but not afraid. 

“So what do you say, y/n?”

He offered you his hand, you couldn’t stop looking into his secretive eyes that slowly turned mellow. 

You grabbed his hand, passing it as a yes to his question. 

But the both of you knew that the rule would be broken soon, like the brittle edge of a teacup.