#and she is so so afraid of leaning into it at all at first but she just gets angrier and angrier and eventually it boils over

[abbotsanatomy]

(Desperately) begging for a fic where reader is experiencing Whitaker-levels of a bad day including a stubborn argument with Jack and she just crashes out on the rooftop and he’s just like comforting her 🙏

⨳ REALLY VERY BAD DAY

pairing: jack abbot x chief resident!reader warnings: gross fluids (blood, vomit, etc.), minor injury, severe second hand embarrassment, injections, suicidal ideation, but not rlly. this isn't beta'd. author's note: this man is canonically sooo bad at comfort, so this gets a lil silly!

Your entire shift is exactly 12 hours. Somehow, you managed to have six different catastrophes happen to you in that limited time. That's an average of one every two hours. The odds have got to be completely stacked against you.

You should've known, when the first hour of your shift ended with a kid, who'd come in with a stomachache, throwing up all over your scrubs. It happens all the time, so you weren't too pessimistic about how the rest of the night would go by that point.

Little did you know, that was a sign from the universe. You should've taken it and clocked out instead of using your first scrub credit of the night.

By 11:00, you were slowly losing your optimism. You'd been taking out a patient's IV cannula when you apparently pricked yourself through your gloves. You only realized much later, when the antiseptic sanitizer you were using stung a little too much.

The moment you noticed, you checked the patient's medical record for any blood-borne diseases that might spread to you. And lo and behold, he had HBV.

You found Jack at the nurse's station, picking up some labs for a patient.

“I'm gonna need you to give me an HBV PEP injection. Please,” you'd whispered, as close to him as possible.

“Why would you need that?” he asked casually.

“I have a needle-stick injury.”

He looked over at you, finally. There's a silent disappointment in his eyes. Jack's one of the most composed people you know, but you also know he's a worrier. He won't let it show now, but he'll definitely be all over you the moment you're both back home.

The night shift's charge nurse walked into the station you're both standing at. She let Jack know his patient needed emergency surgery, and would be admitted to general surgery in a few minutes. When he told her he'd be right there, he turned to you again.

“You can't give it to yourself?” you know he isn't asking out of reluctance to do it, just curiosity.

“I need... some comfort.”

It wasn't a complete lie. The night'd already been getting difficult. You just wanted his hands on you for a minute. It'd make you feel better. You're afraid you haven't gotten to that point in the relationship where you could admit all of that out loud, though. But he seems to have gotten it.

“Alright. Go wait in there,” he pointed to a curtained corner of the ER, and then turned to walk away.

The words made you almost kiss him on the mouth. Instead, you walked to sit on the recliner and prepared the shot.

It took three minutes of waiting, before he's walked in and pulled the curtain half closed behind him. You swung your legs, staring down at your feet the entire time he's prepping to get this done.

“You have to be more careful,” he whispered, uncovering the syringe.

His voice was a little tense. You know he doesn't like reprimanding you. It puts you both in an awkward situation, but as your superior, he has to do it. You appreciate the criticism, but Jack happens to think it adds an uncomfortable impersonality to your relationship.

You could only offer a nod back. He let you hold onto his arm the whole time. You pulled his hand onto yours, as he used a plaster to cover the injection site. He pressed a kiss right above it before covering your arm with your sleeve again. The whole affair only took about five minutes, but it was the best part of your night.

When he was done, Jack stepped in front of you, his hand still holding onto yours. He leaned in, the proximity meaning you couldn't possibly look anywhere but his eyes.

“You'll be more careful?” he asked. He wanted you to repeat it.

“Yeah, I'll take care,” you affirmed. There was a thinly veiled promise in the affirmation. You were telling him you won't make any more of these mistakes that are completely beneath you. It was more for his peace of mind than anything else.

He pulled your conjoined hands up to his lips, lowering his lips to the back of yours.

The dull pain in your shoulder from the injection made it infinitely harder to hold your patient's jugular closed with your fingers.

It isn't very common for a patient to come in with a knife to his throat. Needless to say, you've never had to pull a carving knife out of someone's jugular, and then use your fingers to keep it closed.

The blood everywhere is a given, considering the severity of the injury, but the crimson droplets streaking your face and scrub top are all thanks to your unsteady grip.

You were hyperaware of the fact that this guy had been dead. He was dead long before he came into the ER. He'd only still been alive on a technicality. One that was long gone by this point.

He'd lost too much blood on the way to the PTMC, and there's no amount of available blood bags that could replenish it all. You couldn't stop holding onto him, though. Not when the steady stream stopped. Not when his pulse faded into nothing.

Not until Jack slipped behind you and pulled your hands away with a firm grip. He'd whispered meaningless encouragements into your ear, telling you to go take a minute for yourself. He might've offered to help, but you were too out of it to remember exactly what was said.

You were barely there the whole time. Washing the blood out of your hair, and changing your scrubs in the ER bathroom. It all didn't feel real. It took you a good hour to get back to normal. As normal as ‘normal’ gets after whatever the fuck that was.

You were glad when tripped over some spilt saline fluid and fell face-first on the ER's cold floor. Your chin was busted, but you actually felt something. It'd been hours of walking around stitching wounds up, looking over x-rays and blood work results, and feeling like a ghost who floats around the floor with no purpose.

Thankfully, when you looked in the mirror, it appeared like there were no broken bones. Just a scratch on your forehead, and a bleeding chin. No one wants a doctor who looks like they just got beat up, so your number one priority was disinfecting your mess of a face and covering up all of the nastiness.

When you reached for some normal, adult plaster, though, it was all gone. The storage locker wouldn't be open for another few hours, either. You let out the biggest sigh known to mankind when you spotted the children's bandaids.

Looking back into the mirror, you saw how ridiculous it looked to have farm animals plastered on your forehead, and a family of brightly colored elephants on your chin.

You couldn't seem to find it in yourself to care. You do almost snap at Chen when he tries to crack a joke at your expense, though.

The lock on the blood bank refrigerator had been broken for months.

You keep filing complaint after complaint, for the higher-ups to send someone to fix it. You and everyone in the department, in fact. But to no avail. It took you five minutes longer than it should to finally grab a fresh bag of donated blood out of the shelf.

So, you rushed back to Ellis. It's stupid, considering you'd just fell an hour ago. The patient's more important than logic.

The moment you crashed into an intern standing in the middle of the ER played in slow motion. You watched the bag drop to the floor, saw the plastic snap, felt the blood seep into your black work sneakers.

The ‘O-’ label on the bag stared back up at you, as you stood there in shock for a moment. Every muscle in your body started aching. It was suddenly painful to even breathe. You were barely holding yourself together, and this relatively small inconvenience was your very last straw.

“Fuck,” you whispered, not even registering the intern's profuse apologies, aimed at you.

You let out one long sigh, and your shoulders started shaking. Your chin came into contact with your chest, as you felt something painful stir within you. The feeling of helpless disappointment had been gnawing at you for hours. Now, it engulfed you completely. You'd had no idea how long you stood there, your eyes screwed tight, as the rest of the ER kept buzzing around you.

Familiar hands gripping your shoulders and pulling you away is the first thing you felt. Looking down at your feet as they lead you wherever you were being guided was a fatal mistake. You saw the bloodied shoe prints you left behind and felt even worse, if that was possible. So, you let your eyes flutter shut again.

When you were finally sat down on the edge somewhere, your face felt undeniably cold. That's when you realized you'd been shedding tears the entire time. The familiar feeling of embarrassment that bubbled up in your throat when you were vulnerable around big groups of people never arrived. Just a steady numbness.

The heavy breeze on the PTMC's roof made the salty tears on your face feel like tiny pinpricks of despair. You hoped it could also make you fly very far away from this building, never to return again. Alas, not all dreams come true.

“I did so, so badly today,” you confessed, your voice sounding thick and foreign to your own ears.

Jack frowned at you, his eyes scanning your entire face. You noticed his frown deepen almost imperceptibly when he landed on the bandaids covering your face. You were sure he'd make fun of them if today hadn't gone so badly.

He looked like he was calculating his next words very carefully, “That's alright. We have tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.”

Oh boy, that wasn't making you feel any better. In fact, it might've made you want to jump off of the very same roof you sat on right now. You stared off into the distance, calculating the height of the jump.

Apparently, Jack didn't get the memo.

“You'll always have chances to do better. You're still young. The worst day of your life can never define your entire being,” he rambled on. It was starting to seem like he was just trying to find it along the way.

Your eyes screwed shut in an attempt to tune your very sweet, but very misguided, boyfriend out. When it didn't work, you resorted to just blurting out the words on your mind.

Unfortunately, it had come out meaner than intended, “Shut up. Just stop talking, please.”

Jack was just about to talk again when you interrupted him with a plea, “I'll pay you.”

His eyes were sad. You knew he was trying, it just wasn't what you needed at all. You swung your legs, trying to play off the shame you felt at the way you spoke to him earlier. You couldn't apologize just yet though, lest he go on another tangent.

His voice was raw, but not hurt, “Do you need me to leave?”

You shook your head frantically. Just the thought of it hurt your brain.

“No. No. Just stay right here,” you whispered, and pulled his arm close.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, the scent of his drug-store shampoo filling your nose. It worked wonders for your nerves.

“Just no more talking, please,” you begged, voice growing heavy with exhaustion.

Jack laughed. In that moment, it was like hearing the angels sing. You could listen to the sound for hours.

You could feel him nod against your head, and then press his lips into your hair.

“Alright, honey. Whatever you need.”

You were fully hugging his arm, now. Shamelessly letting yourself snuggle against his body heat. You knew you had to go downstairs and clock out to get home.

But right here, with the first rays of dawn slowly making their way onto your face, and Jack's free hand coming up to stroke your hair, it felt like you were already home.

A thousand horrible motivational speeches couldn't change that.

[authorhjk1]

Cherry blossoms

(Kim Nakyoung X Lee Nagyung X Male Reader) word count: 3000 words

Prompt by @woollypoison. Thanks for hosting!

The sun warms your face as a cold breeze brushes past you. You open your jacket, welcoming this year's spring. The people around you laugh and chatter and you hear all kinds of beautiful sounds mixed with the smell of candy and spicy food.

It was her idea to meet here and you couldn't be more happy. Your go to first date would've been a coffee and a walk in the park and maybe dinner afterwards. But this seems way more fun. The funfair is bustling with life. The ferris wheel is the main attraction, but there are a couple of smaller rides as well. You're still standing at the entrance, so you can't see everything yet, but the delicious smelling food makes your mouth water.

Glancing at your phone, you wonder if you should text her. She's five minutes late already. Maybe she's just stuck in traffic or something? Or does she have dance practice today?

It still feels odd, or rather surreal, to you that you're actually going on a date with an idol, a celebrity. And the craziest part? She went up to you and asked for your number. Not the other way around. That's why you've been living the dream for this past week, chatting with her over text every single day. And you hope to continue this dream by going on an amazing date with her.

When you hear someone call your name, you turn around to where the voice came from. You see her walking towards you, her face covered by a mask, but her smile still clearly visible in her eyes.

You smile back at her, until she finally reaches you. Only now do you realize that she seems to be slightly nervous. She glances at you, then somewhere else and then back at you.

"Hi, Nakyoung."

You greet her when she reaches you and you see her eyes sparkle when she hears you calling her name.

"Hi."

She looks up at you for a moment, before she continues.

"Sorry I'm a little late."

"Not a problem."

You turn in a way that your left side is facing her, while your other side is facing the fair. You gesture with your right hand towards the beautiful chaos.

"Let's go?"

To your surprise Nakyoung doesn't just walk past you, but also swiftly hooks her arm into your left arm. You put your left hand in the pocket of your jacket as you feel her holding onto you.

"Can we go over there?"

Of course Nakyoung's first choice is food. The two of you walk up to a booth and you buy her and yourself a couple of bungeoppang, fish shaped buns.

"These are so good."

You hear her gasp and watch Nakyoung munch on her pastry filled with red bean paste. Your own tastes amazing as well and the two of you happily continue your stroll around the fair.

Soon, Nakyoung comes to a hold and points at another booth.

"We have to try that!"

And before you can react, you feel her pulling you towards the next attraction. It seems to be some sort of duck fishing. You quickly pay the owner a few bucks, then you and Nakyoung arm yourselves with a pair of small fishing rods and walk up to the small pond that is filled with little rubber ducks in all kind of colours.

"I'm gonna get twice as many as you."

You laugh at her competitiveness and position yourself next to her.

"Keep dreaming."

The two of you emerse yourselves in the fishing of the small ducks. Soon you're neck on neck, the already captured ducks lying right next to the pool. As the game continues on, the ducks swim around in circles. Unfortunately for Nakyoung, they seem to prefer the middle of the pool, which gives you an advantage. You're taller than her and you can easily lean forward to capture the ducks that she can't reach. But instead of complaining or giving up, she decides to hold onto the edge of the pool and lean over even further. Her left foot leaves the ground and you are afraid she might dive head first into the pool.

And of course that happens only a couple of moments later. Someone accidentally bumps into your date and Nakyoung heads straight for the water. You're able to hold onto her before she joins the rubber ducks with a yelp of surprise. Once she is safe, you turn around, ready to confront the person who almost pushed her into the pool, but you're unable to talk when you see who's standing barely a meter away.

Two gorgeous women are looking at you and Nakyoung. You immediately recognize them as Jiheon and Nagyung. You can't believe your meeting two members of Fromis_9 here, while you're on a date with a member of TripleS.

"H-Hello."

Your stutter makes your cheeks flush. You must look so dumb right now. Jiheon smiles at you, and Nagyung nods her head as a greeting.

"Oh my god."

Nakyoung recognized the two idols a second after you did.

"Hello, sunbaes."

She bows respectfully and the two girls bow as well. You don't think they know each other well on a personal level, but you can tell by Nakyoung's nervousness that she looks up to the two of them.

"Hi, Nakyoung."

Jiheon gives her a cute wave, but Nagyung focuses on you.

"And you are...?"

You glance at Nakyoung, not sure if you should say that you're her date.

"I'm.... uhm..."

"He is my boyfriend."

You almost shouted "What???" after hearing that word leave her lips. Why didn't she just say date? You feel something warm in your stomach. Nakyoung's boyfriend? You wish.

"Oh, nice to to met you."

Jiheon smiles at you once more.

The three of them chat for a while longer, while you just stand next to Nakyoung. You don't dare say anything, afraid you'd make a fool of yourself in front of three celebrities. With only Nakyoung, you felt more relaxed, felt like you could be yourself. But that's probably because you've known her for a while now.

Eventually, Jiheon and Nagyung head towards the next attraction and you and Nakyoung walk to the owner of the stall to collect your prizes. You can now feel that what she said earlier is hanging between you like an unspoken bond. You catch her glancing at you as the man hands you a rabbit plushy while she gets a keychain. You won your little competition, but that seems to be very unimportant right now.

"Sorry, I was just nervous."

Nakyoung admits as the two of you continue your stroll through the fair.

"I didn't want to put any pressure on you. I should've said date, not boyfriend."

"It's fine. I don't mind."

You give her a teasing smile and Nakyoung giggles in embarrassment.

The two of you continue your date, walking around the fair and trying all sorts of things.

"This tastes amazing."

Nakyoung is eating once again. Some sort of waffle with powdered sugar on it. While she focuses on eating, you enjoy the moment. Her next to you. The soft breeze in the air that makes you smell all kinds of different sweets. A couple of cherry blossoms which fall off a tree next to a nearby stand.

As you look around, you catch Jiheon and Nagyung walking past you on the other side of the crowd. They don't seem to notice you, so you focus back on Nakyoung who pulls you towards another attraction.

Throughout the next two hours, you continue to see glimpses of Jiheon and Nagyung here and there. Sometimes the four of you even meet at the same booth. You have to admit that it distracts you a little bit. Of course you could just pretend that it’s because they’re idols. But that’s not the only reason. You feel oddly attracted to Nagyung. You don’t know what it is about her that does this to you. Is it her face? Her body? You feel really bad about it, because you’re on a date with Nakyoung and not Nagyung. And you really do enjoy Nakyoung’s company. You like hanging out with her and you want continue to date her further. And it’s not like Nakyoung is unatraktive or something. She’s just as hot as Nagyung is.

You feel really bad by the time you and Nakyoung finally reach the ferris wheel. You saw it from the moment you stepped foot onto the fair and it seems like Nakyoung had her eyes on it for a while as well. You try to get rid of your thoughts about Nagyung as you and your date line up in the queue.

“The view is gonna be so good.”

Nakyoung’s excited little jumps make you smile as her eyes are glued to the farris wheel. When people who are getting of walk past you, you pull Nakyoung back into the line so that no one bumps into her. Only when she slightly squeezes your hand do you realize that you are holding hers. You look at her and Nakyoung looks back up at you. The two of you stare into each other’s eyes. You heitate and you can see a glimpse of unceritanty on her face as well. In that moment Nagyung has been erased from your head. You slowly lean down. Nakyoung’s breath quickens and then you find her lips. They’re softer than you expected. The light taste of the waffle she had earlier still lingers on them. You feel her holding onto your arm as she engages into the kiss as well. It’s a soft one. Just pure affection for each other.

When the two of you finally break apart, Nakyoung immediately turns away. You catch a hint of pink on her cheeks and you yourself still can’t believe the two of you just kissed. You expected it to happen at the end of the date, maybe even on another day, but not right now. And Nakyoung is still holding onto your arm.

"Hello there, lovebirds."

You and Nakyoung quickly turn around. It's Jiheon who spoke up, her smile bright and teasing. Her and Nagyung have lined up for the ferris wheel as well.

"Oh, hi again, sunbae."

Nakyoung gives the two of them another quick bow. You try not to look at Nagyung. You don't want to endanger what you now have with Nakyoung.

Your date and the two fromis girls start up a conversation once more, talking about the fair and some special attractions and food. You give your input once in a while. You don't notice how Nagyung looks at you. And you don't notice how Nakyoung looks at the two of you. She sees the older woman looking you up and down. Nakyoung's breath hitches in surprise when she sees Nagyung's eyes hold at your crotch for a moment. She bites her lip as if she's seeing something she shouldn't be seeing. Nakyoung tries to not glance at your crotch as well. Just the idea of Nagyung thinking about sleeping with you as her body heating up. You aren't even her boyfriend. It's just one date. And yet, she still feels the tingle of your lips on hers. She feels your hand holding hers. And Nagyung has the audacity to to strip you naked with just her eyes?

If Nakyoung was the older and superior of the two, she for sure would've said something by now. But she's not. So she stays quiet, occasionally glancing at Nagyung who is still focused on you. The jealousy starts to burn inside of her as Nagyung continues to look at you in a way she shouldn't. Nakyoung wonders if you don't notice or if you're just pretending. The line moves along and while you talk, Jiheon laughs at your joke and playfully hits your shoulder. Your date bites her lip in anger to prevent herself from speaking up. Jiheon is into you too now? Or is she just imagining things? Her eyes narrow as the two women continue to interrupt your date.

After a couple of minutes, you and Nakyoung finally get to leave them behind and enter the ferris wheel.

"Have fun, guys."

Nagyung waves after you. You interpret her smile as genuinely happy for the two of you, while Nakyoung is sure that her colleague's smile is full of mischief.

"Have you enjoyed yourself so far?"

You ask after the door closes and you and Nakyoung take off.

"Hm? Oh, yes. I love it here."

Her smile seems kinda forced.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

You can tell that she isn't fine, but you're not sure what to say. Instead, you try to change the topic.

"Isn't the view amazing from up here? You can see everything and-"

"I'm jealous."

You look at Nakyoung, who us staring at her feet.

"What do you mean?"

"Nagyung unnie looked like she was totally into you. And...And I'm afraid you'd rather be with her than me."

You feel bad for Nakyoung, but you're also surprised. Is Nagyung really into you?

"I'm on a date with you, aren't I?"

Nakyoung hesitantly nods.

"I'm having a lot of fun with you. And I...And I'd like to see you again after today."

Her smile lights up as she looks up at you.

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm really enjoying myself with you."

You can see her hesitate, but the she stands up. To your surprise she straddles your lap and takes your face into her hands. A moment later, her lips touch yours again. The two of you close your eyes as you make out on your way to the top of the ferris wheel. Suddenly Nakyoung lets out a whine into your mouth as she starts to grind into you. Is she getting carried away? You're not sure if you want to move this fast. But it's Nakyoung. Why wouldn't you want to be with her?

"I really really like you."

You hear her whisper into your ear.

"I don't want to lose you now that I've found you."

You can tell she's a romantic, but it feels like she's about to do something that is not exactly romantic.

"I'll make you stay with me, whatever it takes."

"What do you mean?"

You watch her lean back, her eyes locked onto yours. Then she slowly slides off your lap, until she squats on the floor in front of you.

"Nakyoung..."

"Shhh."

She puts a finger over her lips to shush you.

"No talking. Just enjoy the view."

You're not sure if she means the view outside or herself. But your eyes are glued to her as she now reaches for your belt.

"Oh my god."

You whisper, unable to stay quiet. The kiss earlier was already unexpected. Nakyoung in your lap was more than you ever dreamed. And now she wants to give you a blowjob?

Once she reaches into your boxers to take your cock out, you feel yourself harden in her hand. Her hands are little cold because of the still slightly cold weather. But then you feel her warm breath brush against your tip.

"You...You don't have to do this to make me stay."

Nakyoung looks up at you.

"But I want to."

Her fingers gently slide along the length of your shaft. She strokes you a couple of times, making sure you're as hard as you can get. Then she lowers her head and your own cock disappears from your view. A moment later you feel her lips brush against your tip. It almost feels like she's keeping her mouth closed and is pushing your cock past her lip. They're soon wrapped tightly around your tip. Then, Nakyoung takes more of you into her mouth. Her hand holds your base, while her other hand rests on your knee.

"Damn, Nakky..."

You can't stop her nickname from leaving your lips. As if she didn't hear you, she continues to take more of your cock. When she reaches the halfway mark, she moves back up again until only your tip is inside her mouth. With a loud pop, she releases it as well.

"Does this feel good?"

She asks, almost innocently.

"It's amazing."

Her smile makes your heart flutter.

"I like it too."

She lowers her head once more to take your cock into her mouth again. This times she moves a little quicker. Soon her head is moving up and down on your dick, with her hand on your base gently stroking you as well. The combination of her mouth and her hand stimulates your whole cock. You have to close your eyes, your hands holding onto the edge of the bench you're sitting on.

"Oh god..."

A sigh leaves your lips when Nakyoung starts to make noise on purpose. The wet sounds of her slurping up your cock fill the small passenger car. Your dick is getting coated in her saliva and thanks to her lips and her hand it gets spread all over your length. Small bubbles start to form on your cock and her lips as she continues to let them slide up and down.

"This feels amazing."

You have to admit as your head rolls back. When Nakyoung takes her hand off your cock, you wonder if she's going to take all of you into her mouth. Both hands now rest on your knees as she continues to let her lips glide down further.

All your thoughts about Nagyung are gone by now. Only Nakyoung is on your mind. Her, her mouth, her lips and her tongue too. Her tongue which is swirling around your tip and seems to lick at every inch of your cock.

You feel a familiar knot tighten in your abdomen as Nakyoung continues. The sounds she is making don't help you resist your orgasm at all. You look out of the window, trying to distract yourself. Maybe you can hold on a little longer. You realize your passenger car is already past the highest point. In fact, it seems like you don't have much time until your ride stops.

"Nakky, I..."

A groan interrupts your words. Nakyoung eventually takes her mouth off your cock.

"Are you close? I can feel you pulsating in my mouth."

Her words make you even harder.

"Yes. I'm close."

You manage to say. Nakyoung smiles. She looks satisfied and proud of herself.

"Is it okay if I make you cum?"

You quickly nod.

"Yes. It's more than okay. Please."

You watch her wrap both her hands around your cock. She looks up at you, her big eyes full of curiosity and lust. Instead of just moving her hands, she raises her entire uper body and them lowers it again. Her two hands form a single unit of fingers which move from your tip to your base and back to your tip. She does it again. And again. Up and down. Up and down. You feel dizzy as you force yourself to look into her eyes. Your vision soon becomes blurry as you feel your orgasm coming.

"Nakky..."

You whisper.

Only when you're a second away you both realize that you don't know where to put your cum. Involuntary, Nakyoung becomes the receiving end of your orgasm. She yelps in surprise when the first streak of your semen hits her face, mainly her nose and cheek. The next one her lips. After that, her collarbone. The last couple of streaks soil her top.

"Oh, shit."

She murmurs. You can't tell if she's turned on, or disappointed that her top got hit.

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Hi, everyone!

Because I reached the limit of 3k words for this prompt I couldn't continue the story. But I'll definetely get to part two when I have the time.

Stay healthy!

[kissandtellus]

Hello :3 I hope you feel better soon! I have a request for you though. Could you maybe write a needy Caleb listening in on MC while she's playing alone in the next room? You could throw some panty sniffing in there, lots of talk about fantasies caleb has please. Hope to see it soon <3

Misunderstanding

Synopsis: A hot summer day turns into an even hotter misunderstanding.

Warnings: Caleb being a freak, eavesdropping, the panty snatcher strikes again, self-pleasing, imagination.

Caleb hated any barriers that separated him from Y/n. That wasn’t just walls she had built up after his ‘death’, it also involved the very REAL wall separating their bedrooms. No matter how much he begged and pleaded with her- “Pipsqueak, we can just share my room. The bed is so much better for your back, I know Hunting wears you out”-she refused.

So now he lays in the master bedroom of his Penthouse, trying to ignore how utterly humid it is today. His P.T had ran long, and it involved running out in the muggy, humid heat of the training ground.

The A.C on full blast was doing little to calm his sweating. He’d stripped his shirt an hour ago, hell -bent on catching a nap before he took Y/n to that new bakery that opened down the street.

But the walls were thin. In this multi-coin Penthouse the walls were still like fucking paper. He could hear the soft sound of her record player. It was churning some light, pop and preppy music he could barely make out the words too.

It didn’t bother him, it brought him comfort that his Pipsqueak was safe and sound.

What DIDN’T bring him comfort, was the shuffling noises of blankets being shuffled around and then the lowest, softest buzzing.

Caleb thought that maybe his exhaustion had gotten the better of him.

Then the soft noises quickly overrode the music. Caleb sits up in his bed and eagerly presses his ear to the wall. Lo and behold, those pretty noises are real.

Caleb knows he should tear himself away from the wall. He should blast some of his workout playlist and try to sleep. But he can’t, he can’t let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

The draw to his bedside table is pulled open so hard he’s afraid he might break it off the hinges. He pulls out the photo of Y/n he keeps in his drawer. It’s an innocent photo in the frame, the photo from his graduation where she’s planting a kiss on his cheek.

But as he pulls back the metal bits and the back of the frame falls out, a pair of lacy purple thongs fall into his lap. He’d stolen these from the laundry weeks ago. Y/n had never questioned him about it, it was too embarrassing. Why would she?

Caleb pushed down his grey sweats. He was never a fan of wearing boxers beneath them while at home. And he also felt a thrill when he caught his little Pipsqueak staring at his flaccid cock bouncing against his thigh.

But now here he was, face shoved in the crotch of the thong, hand gripping his cock. Y/n’s moans grew needier, not exactly louder. His protective instincts surged a bit, hearing her all whiny and gasping.

He should be helping her, he should be the one coaxing those sweet noises from her mouth. He hastily picked up the discarded photo, thong resting against his face. His pink tongue even darted out to try and get even a taste of what her sweet nectar would taste like.

His eyes flickered over the photo. The way her skirt was raised just a bit, the way her arms were around his neck.

Y/n’s groans came louder through the wall. It was clear she was trying to muffle them by how strained she sounded. Caleb was in no better shape. His thumb swiped the prickle pre over the head. Fuck, his hand could never match up with how warm and tight she must feel.

Caleb imagined the lips that were pressed against his cheek in that picture, to be around his aching length.

He dropped the photo and leaned his head back against the headboard. He focused on the noises, shaping up a pretty picture in his mind.

How she would feel, how she would whine when he first took her innocence ‘Oh Gege, mm-so big ‘in deep!’!

Caleb was like a mad dog, his free hand now pushing the fabric against his nose and drooling mouth. His cock twitched and strained in his palm. He was going to blow his load at the image alone.

“Caleb? This massager I got from the store is really good on my back! I know you told me about the bed being hard but-“

Caleb’s orgasm should’ve came to a screeching halt as soon as his bedroom door opened. Oh but he couldn’t stop the milky white ropes from shooting up his chest and leaking onto his toned belly. Y/n stood in his door way with a rolling back massager, eyes wide with something he hoped wasn’t horror or disgust.

In that moment, he really wish he’d actually blown up.

[billiesbabygirleilish]

saw ur post about fluffy requests and RAN to ur inbox‼️ could u write a fic just about waking up with billie on a day off? like it’s super slow and quiet and snuggly. and after reader and billie have both gotten up for a bit to brush their teeth and whatnot, they just get right back into bed to snuggle some more? i love ur fics so much😭😭

Stay Right Here

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The morning light slips gently through the curtains, casting a honey-colored glow across the room. You barely stir at first — your body is heavy with sleep, limbs tangled with Billie’s beneath the duvet, and for once, there's no alarm pulling you out of your dream.

Her hand is resting at your waist, thumb brushing lazy circles against your skin. You can feel her breathing — deep and slow, the kind of rhythm that only comes when someone feels completely safe. You don’t want to move. You don’t want to break the spell.

But she shifts slightly, mumbling something into your shoulder. Her voice is low, sleepy.

“Is it late?”

You open your eyes slowly, still nestled against her. “No idea,” you whisper. “I don’t even care.”

Billie hums, eyes still closed, and smiles. “Good. Let’s stay right here.”

You nod without hesitation, burying your face in the crook of her neck. Everything smells like her — a mix of her shampoo and the worn cotton of her favorite t-shirt that you’re currently wearing. She wraps her arms a little tighter around you, like she’s afraid you might slip away.

Eventually, nature calls and you both groan your way out of bed, the cold air making you hiss as your feet hit the floor. Billie mutters something about it being “illegal to be up before coffee,” but you both shuffle into the bathroom anyway — shoulders bumping, hands brushing.

There’s something sacred about brushing your teeth together in silence, faces puffy with sleep, Billie using your toothpaste without asking because she always does. Her hoodie sleeves are too long and keep slipping over her hands, and she makes a dramatic show of it like she’s being personally victimized.

“You good?” you ask, grinning through your toothbrush.

She spits and nods. “I’m suffering. Take me back to bed.”

You don’t need convincing.

Within minutes, you’re both under the covers again, this time facing each other. Billie immediately pulls you into her chest, her legs tangling with yours, her hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to rest on the small of your back.

“Better,” she whispers, like it’s a secret.

Her fingers move in slow, mindless patterns on your skin as you settle into the crook of her body. You listen to her heart — steady, soothing — and the quiet of the morning around you.

“You ever think about how lucky we are?” she murmurs.

You glance up at her. Her eyes are soft, half-lidded with sleep but full of something deeper. Love, maybe. Or peace.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “I think about it all the time.”

She leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your lips — slow, warm, unhurried.

“I don’t wanna be anywhere else,” she says, her voice barely audible.

You smile against her. “You don’t have to be.”

The world could wait. The day could pass. But right now, here in this messy bed with Billie’s heartbeat under your fingertips and sunlight dancing across her lashes — this was everything. And it was enough.

[01zfan]

get her back

student!eunseok x rich!reader | 5k words

so this is based off of get him back by olivia rodrigo EXCEPT it's like the roles are reversed. this reminded me so much of bad idea, right...but like the evil version of it.

contains: cheating mentioned, reader is not a good person

“You have no self respect.”

He thinks it might be true. He’s been depressed since April and it’s June now, the middle of a hot summer that drags on every single day.

Eunseok can’t reply because water is running through his hair and he’s afraid is he opens his mouth toner and purple shampoo will get in and make his teeth fall out. So he lets Sohee degrade him while his fingers massage out the product. Eunseok opens his eyes only for a second to make sure his hair isn’t coming out in chunks in his kitchen drain before squeezing them shut again.

“You have never even thought about bleaching your hair before she suggested it to you.” He continues.

Once again, Eunseok says nothing. He lets his head lean with Sohee’s strength. He finds it embarrassing how much he’s indifferent to the Sohee’s snark tone. If it was Sungchan he would’ve told Sohee off for talking to someone older than him like that, and if it was Anton he would’ve never spoken to him like this in the first place. His voice would’ve been soft talking about how his hyung shouldn’t be treated like this. But Sohee doesn’t hold back and he was the only one that Eunseok would even remotely trust with a bleach and tone. 

“You don’t participate in trends, you’re a ghost on social media, you’re locked up in your room all day, what’s the reason for you bleaching your hair?” Eunseok hopes it’s another rhetorical question but he hears Sohee turn off the faucet of his kitchen sink. He feels his scratchy towel wrap around his neck, and then Sohee’s wet hands grab at his shoulders to pull him up out of his kitchen sink.

Eunseok tries to get out of whatever humiliation Sohee is trying to put him through but he keeps eye contact. He even raises his eyebrows, expecting an answer.

“Felt like going out of my comfort zone.” Eunseok says.

Sohee rolls his eyes and walks past Eunseok. He bumps into his shoulder and then the doorframe of his bedroom, standing still after he pushes the door open enough to walk through.

“What about all your clothes laid out in your room?”

Sohee doesn’t even turn to face Eunseok when he says it. He pulls out his phone though, and from the kitchen Eunseok swears he sees him snapping a picture. Almost instantly he feels his phone vibrate in the pocket of his sweats. For a moment he thinks about taking his phone out quickly with one hand while he dries his hair with the other, but when he feels his phone vibrate some more he already knows. He just walks over to Sohee, purposefully bumping him back so he can go into his room. 

“Trying to find an outfit.” Eunseok says.

“For what?” Sohee asks the question but stays locked in on his phone, laughing to himself when Eunseok closes his closet door. 

“Nothing.” Eunseok answers.

“Right. Right.” Sohee says, still scrolling. “I’m sure this has nothing to do with her at all.” Sohee laughs to himself again and Eunseok feels his phone vibrate again. “Sungchan is asking if you’re seeing her tonight in the group chat, by the way.”

His clothes are laid out on his bed and his gaming chair, some of it is on the floor and a few pieces are even resting on his shoe rack. He didn’t realize how dreary the color palette for his clothes were. Too much gray, too many earth tones. Eunseok tried finding the right clothes that would layer well and didn’t look boring. Eunseok asked Sohee over for help, but it just ended up with Sohee shaking his head and degrading his friend.

Sohee was Eunseok’s last resort. You made a pass at Sungchan last semester, his friend thought that kissing and telling still made him loyal, so almost immediately after you were chasing him through your parents house in just a maid uniform (he refused to give any more details beyond that) Sungchan was telling Eunseok what you two did. Eunseok brought it up to you and that spring break you took him to France, even took a picture with him underneath the Eiffel Tower like you two were a couple. Eunseok came back and showed Sungchan and his friend only side eyed him like he didn’t tell him what you two were doing that night.

“What exactly is the goal here?” Sohee gets up from Eunseok’s bed, hand propped right on Eunseok’s polo. “Wearing a nice outfit will make her realize that she’s not a good person?” Sohee leans his hand further into his shirt and Eunseok starts thinking about the wrinkles. Before he can chide Sohee he lifts his hand, not even paying attention to the imprint he left in his polo. “She already knows she’s a terrible person, Seok.”

Eunseok doesn’t correct Sohee or yell at him for what he said. He even tilted his head to the side in agreement before he caught himself.

Who you were was no secret. The worst case scenario for your life was that you were going to be someone’s sleazy eldest daughter who would amount to nothing. You were going to be living in their basement, wasting your youth away playing video games and yelling at people over voice chats. But instead of being born into a middle class (lower-middle class if you were like Eunseok) you were born with a father who knew how to invest and a mother who ran her own company. So now you were destined to be their eldest and only daughter that was good for nothing besides running up your their credit card bill and enjoying the finer things in life at others people expense.

You had no drive, no passion or interests beyond maintaining a lifestyle for appearances. You didn’t care to apply knowledge or effort to anything that didn’t gratify you immediately. 

You could’ve lived a lavish life running around the world spending your parents money. But instead you wanted to go to college and see what parts of it you could make fit your lifestyle. So by divine intervention—and your father donating a building to the university—you bought your way into college, enrolling in the easy business degree so you could party on the weekends. That business degree put you in the good graces of your father because it seemed like you were going to help him with the business side of things. That degree also put you right next to Eunseok sophomore year at a mixer before the semester started, and he called things off after Sungchan told him to in the spring.

But the past doesn’t matter. Eunseok was going to get back at you for how you treated him. He was going to go to this party of yours that he wasn’t invited to and get you alone. He was going to get you back and make you look at him. He was sure of it and felt like a new person with his dyed hair and layered outfit that made him ready to exact revenge. He didn’t know what the revenge was just yet, but he knew it was something.

Not anything too harsh though. If he let what Sungchan, Anton, Wonbin, Sohee, and Shotaro said about you his mind would be soured. What his friends didn’t know was that you took that one class you didn’t have to because Eunseok was there. You paid him to do your assignments, but towards the end of the semester it just seemed like you were paying him for his time. He would be sitting across from you and you’d be watching him. Not on your phone, not pretending to listen to him. His friends didn’t know that you had a sweet side to you, and friends that were interesting and would take him out on nights he was up to it.

Because you were sweet and terrible and Eunseok didn’t know what to do about it he was now wearing the shirt that you said looked good on him. Ironically this shirt was the same one that he’s seen Sungchan wear once, he’s seen Wonbin sporting it often and caught a glimpse of it in Anton’s closet a couple months ago. But you said it looked best on him, and Eunseok went against everything inside of him to layer like you suggested when you went through his closet that one time. He only knew what he was doing after Sohee shook his head a million times until the outfit combination was something to Sohee’s taste. If it was to his he’d have the best chance at matching it to yours because Sohee hated you so much due to the fact you two were dangerously similar. So when Sohee shrugged his shoulders and said that’ll do, Eunseok truly believed it would do. 

Eunseok knew that he was ill matched in this battle with you. He was disarmed instantly when he came through the door, everything about the situation he found himself in was overwhelming. The music was too loud, people were packed shoulder to shoulder, and the stupid colorful sweater was already clinging to his body and making him sweat too much. 

He recited the name of his sweater a million times, saying it differently each time. He was at this party when he never goes to parties, and he thinks he’s seen Sungchan or Wonbin or Anton in this exact same getup. The only consolation was that he was going into this battle knowing you wouldn’t be expecting him. He was also hoping that the party would disarm you to some degree, parties always seemed to do that to you. Night clubs of just you sitting in the booth alone during bottle service, stowing away at the end of the dock during yacht parties, and running up to your secluded room during a busy house party. Eunseok already knew that you’d be up there. You texted him the moment you shut your door behind you but didn’t lock it. He didn’t respond so he hoped you would have a bigger soft spot for him instead of finding someone to fill his place. 

Eunseok was so used to sneaking up to your room that even with the party going on downstairs he stepped heel to toe, going to the far right side of the staircase to avoid the sound of creaking wood. He even reached out a cautionary hand like you were there, instead grabbing onto the sticky banister. Eunseok looked up to the light at the top of the stairs, shining on him and casting the shadow of everyone running up and down the stairs on his face. The light was brighter than usual, but usually when you were sneaking Eunseok in and out he was in complete darkness. The change in circumstance made Eunseok overwhelmed all over again, and he debated on going back down. But down the flight of stairs Eunseok thought that would be worse.

On the landing he was slow too, even with people running back and forth past him to find a room or to head back to the party. Eunseok kept going, three doors past fully furnished guest rooms until he got to your door. 

It was closed, with a big GET AWAY sign taped to the font. He ignored the warning sign and turned the doorknob slowly, pushing the door so it didn’t make a peep. 

Eunseok stepped inside, still heel to toe and stood in the doorway.

Now wasn’t the time to feel pity. He was on a mission. He was here to exact revenge. He stood in your open doorway. Most of your body was hidden under the layer of fluffy sheets and plushies. Like you were a princess you laid in your grand bed, the thin veil formed a tent all around your bed. You looked out the window of your lonely castle, so enveloped in whatever you didn’t even notice him walk in. The music downstairs was so loud but up here, you were unbothered. You mindlessly played with the lacy trim of your dress and the bow on the collar. You pulled at the end of your sleeves, making them come down to cover your hands.

Eunseok watched you turn from looking outside the window slowly. Like you felt his presence you looked around still laying on your back, then you paused. Before Eunseok could say a word he watched you sit up and face towards him exactly. Even in your dark room he felt you watching him, the same way you did during those study sessions in the library or in the back of a taxi after partying all night. Eunseok came for revenge but couldn’t even hear the party going on downstairs.

You sat up fully on the bed, until your legs were dangling over the edge. He needs to break your heart but there’s so much sweat lining his palms he has to wipe them on his new jeans. 

“You look good” People run by your open door and the first move Eunseok makes is to close it behind him. The party becomes even more muffled, but he can feel the vibrations from the foot traffic underneath him. You point towards him, through the see through tent over your bed “That’s the sweater I got you.” You add.

Eunseok looks down. holding the fuzzy fabric in his hands. He wills his senses to come back, the sound from the party fills his ears again and he can finally feel spit forming in his mouth again.

You leave your bed and the tent behind, walking across your big room to him. This is better to have you close, because he couldn’t project his voice even if he tried. Eunseok watched your hands grab onto the fuzzy parts of his sweater, and he remembers Sungchan telling him about how in awe you were seeing how clothes fit on his friends fit body.

“Did you get it for my friends, too?” Eunseok asks.

“You’re like my little doll.” You ignore him and pull at the collar of his shirt, making his body sway towards you. Eunseok hated too many colors, extra layers rubbed against his skin in the worst way making him feel overwhelmed. Being at this party made him anxious and being in front of you made him sweaty. But you made his body move closer to you. When you pull at his ear he bends his head down, and he can’t stop his eyes from looking down to your chest. He can feel your eyes scanning his head completely, and he feels your other hand run through his hair. “I knew you’d look good with the blonde, Seok.” You pull lightly at his hair, making his head turn with your hand. “Did you do this because I asked you to?”

You sound sincere and sweet when you ask the question. You let go of the hold you have on his tender scalp to grab his hands instead, not even making a comment about how sweaty his palms are. You just pull him closer and closer to your bed, parting the thin veil to guide Eunseok to your mattress. He sits first, then he feels your hands press into his chest to push him back. He forgets everything he came here to say. He can get you back tomorrow.

“I just wanted to try something new.” Eunseok says it, trying to keep eye contact with you looming over him. He goes backwards further on the bed and you follow after him, knees going to either side of his body. “This wasn’t because of you at all.”

You only hum before you’re kissing Eunseok on top of the silk sheets in your bedroom. He’s already forgetting how he came here to make you pay for how you’ve treated him. He should be the one pressing his weight on top of your body, squeezing out every last breath. You should be the one whimpering, hands gripping at anything you can reach. Even when you stick your tongue in his mouth and he obediently opens it he’s thinking how he could possibly make you pay for being so awful to him. If he knew there was a way to make you fall in love with him right now, he would do it.

He hates that so much of your relationship is left for interpretation because it makes you think that you know him better than he knows himself. Which could be true, because this party isn’t so bad and he likes the feeling of your frame pressed against his. But he also knows he went into this party thinking that he would be in charge. But instead of being pinned to the mattress, you’re completely free, putting your legs to either side of his waist to straddle him.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask the question when you’re sitting up, hands on his chest and looking down at him. The top buttons of your blouse managed to come undone at some point, and the way your hands are placed makes your boobs press together. He can see your newly exposed cleavage, and the way you’re pulling in deep breath after deep breath makes your chest raise right into his line of sight. “My eyes are up here, pervert.”

Eunseok’s hands are barely touching you now while he tries to remember why he’s so upset. He presses his head into your bed, looking up to your ceiling.

“I hate when you call me that.” He’s not convincing, because he is not telling the truth. He already knows that his body is betraying him in every way, from the blood rushing to his dick and the blush appearing across his face. He also fights everything to not bring his gaze back down to your chest, or to hold on tight to your soft thighs that cage his slender body in. “I’m not a pervert.” 

“Your search history says otherwise.” 

Digging up old memories makes Eunseok look directly into your eye. 

You have a smile on your face as you recall going through his extensive tab groups that spanned across all of his devices. You found out too much about Eunseok’s tastes, all because he left you with his phone while he went to the bathroom. All the time he spent telling you he was into nothing reared its nasty head when you found out he was seemingly into everything and then some, and that he even had pictures of you saved in a private folder along with links to videos. Eunseok spent the rest of the night with his head hung in shame, his dick raw, and his body spent. You found a way to bring out more and more of him, until he was all tears. When he begged for just a little mercy you only shook your head, seemingly uninterested in Eunseok’s current state as you continued going through his phone. 

So what if he was a pervert? He rather that than be someone like you. He couldn’t help that he was an outcast for as long as he could remember and hadn’t felt the touch of a woman up until a few months ago. When he thought being at your disposal would satiate him it did everything but that. He thought it was bad taste or bad luck, but looking up at you staring down at him with faux innocence he realized it was both. 

“Are you going to answer my question?” You pulled your hands closer together, Your chest looked like it was about to spill from your bra. Eunseok had to force his eyes to unfocus, until everything about you became blurry.

“What was your question?”

“Are you mad at me?”

He is. You made a pass at his friends multiple times, you’re argumentative, you don’t talk about your feelings, you party too much, you don’t have anything going for you because it’s all been handed to you, and you just called him a pervert. He came here on a mission to break your heart in such a way that made you come crawling back to him. Eunseok wanted to hurt you do bad that you’d learn empathy. Eunseok also wanted to vocally tell you all of this, but the most he could do was nod his head

Eunseok watches you fake pout for the countless time and he feels your weight rest heavier on his hips. Eunseok sinks his hips into the mattress away from you.

“I’ll just ride you until you forgive me for whatever I did this time.” 

This scratchy sweater is making his entire body wet. He can feel himself dampening the fabric that’s too expensive, and the only reprieve he has is putting his hands on your hips. You take it as an invitation because you’ve never been rejected in your entire life. You go forward, hands on Eunseok’s shoulders and you lift your body off of his. Going to your knees to prop yourself up only brings your face closer to Eunseok, and he can’t even take off his glasses to make you blurry. He put in his contacts and has no way to escape you. He sees your sinister smile in high definition, and he can feel your single hand undo the button on his jeans and pull down his zipper.

“I kissed your friend you know.” Eunseok says it quick, like rushing through the words will make it more true. Revenge crosses your body, the way your eyes narrow and your hand freezes on his zipper. But then like it was just the wind your back to your normal self. Eunseok wants to repeat it but you kiss him again. A handful of his hair is yanked in your hand when you slip your tongue into his mouth, and your other hand is quick fishing his dick out of his boxers.

“How’d you kiss her?” Eunseok didn’t think about that part, because he was lying and he didn’t know how to kiss really because he just followed your lead. When he tries to lie again you lick the inside of his mouth, a hand on his chin keeping him in place. “Was it like that?” You ask.

Eunseok mindlessly nods his head. He almost asks you to do it again.

“I don’t care that you kissed her.” Eunseok thinks that you’ve called his bluff. He hasn’t talked to Sungchan outside a group conversation in months. He only started talking to Anton again last week. He thinks about how disappointed they would be if he knew where he was right now. He’s sure his phone has been vibrating nonstop since Sohee told all of his business. 

“You don’t feel bad?”

Now he’s just talking to try and distract you. You’ve been stroking his dick since you made it clear you didn’t care who he kissed, and Eunseok was feeling overwhelmed knowing he was pulsing in your hand. If you were about to push your panties to the side and fuck him like this he wouldn’t last. 

His question gets you to slow your hand, pondering for a second while you keep eye contact.

“No.” You shake your head, nothing is stopping you are you reposition your hips over Eunseok’s. He tries to calm his breathing, but his heart won’t stop hammering against his chest. “Because I’m you’re only one.” You look down, Eunseok can feel his sensitive tip rub against the soft fabric of your panties. “You’re my only one too.” 

Your face makes the biggest change when you take in Eunseok’s neutral expression. He knows you expected some sort of grand reaction, like you weren’t lying to his face and that this was a normal relationship. 

“You don’t believe me?” 

You used him to guide your panties to the side, he could been the crotch rubbing against his dick while you teased your entrance with his tip.

“You’ve met my father,” You continued using his dick to rub your slit, spreading your wetness everywhere. Eunseok had to bite his lip and watched you rest the side of your head over his heart. “and I took you with me to Paris and Nagoya.” Eunseok moves his hands to wrap around your back, pulling you closer to him. He can’t see your face, only puffs of air that move the fuzzy parts of his sweater. “You’re the only one I let see me like this too,” you say.

Eunseok believes it because you’ve said this twice. He hates that you’re so good at lying because he suddenly believes you without a doubt. 

He doesn’t even have to ask you to stop teasing him because suddenly he feels him prodding your entrance, and then he’s inside of you completely. Instinctually he brings you even closer, and you’re so tight and warm inside he thinks he might melt. 

You lift yourself from his chest and go back to looking at him in the eye. Eunseok thinks that you must be an amazing liar or you must truly mean it. You hold eye contact, and you lick you plump lips before speaking again.

“You’re the only one I let hit it raw too.”

Eunseok has decided to count this as a win. He’s gotten you back to some degree, because you already seem like you’re close to tears by just riding him. He knows it’s alot because you’ve always told him, and you’ve always worked up to his size. But you pull out all the stops, riding him like you are sincerely sorry for putting him in this predicament.

“Does it feel good?” Eunseok nods and his hands go underneath your dress to grab your ass. ”I like when you tell me how good it feels.”

“Feels good baby.” His voice is nearly a grunt, and when you start to lose the fast tempo you set to early Eunseok forces you to keep it. His hand on your ass guides you up and down at the same speed. You whine and try to slow down, and for the first time Eunseok feels power. “Keep going.” 

Any orders are foreign falling from his lips, but you heed them immediately. Still—because you stop when things get tough—Eunseok has to continue doing most of the work. He’s reeling off the fact that you’ve become his toy, and the most spoiled rotten girl he’s ever met is listening to him through the burning in her thighs. He can deal with his pants only being pushed down to his mid-thigh because you look infinitely worse. Eunseok pushes you back, forcing you to be upright and work even more. He pulls the collar of your dress down, hearing the seams and fabric tear. Before you can protest your chest is free, pushing together collar they spill out of.

“This is expensive.” You mumble. 

“I don’t care.” Eunseok says it quick, guiding your hips back and forth to keep that fast pace he needs. He keeps his eyes on your exposed chest, moving with each quick push from your thighs. “It’s not like you’re paying for it.”

Instead of biting back, you just shake your head and continue moving your hips without his guiding hand. He can’t believe you’re letting him use you like this, but he’ll take it. He’s gotten you to some degree, and he feels himself caring less and less if you’re satisfied.

“I’m close.” 

Eunseok bites his lip and points his head towards your ceiling. Your movements causes the bed frame to shake, Eunseok sees the sheer canopy tremble. Everything in this room is probably more expensive than Eunseok will ever own. This outfit, that’ll probably be ruined by the end of the night, is the most expensive thing he’ll never buy. He thinks your dopamine receptors are so fried and you’ve been getting what you want for so long you don’t even deserve to orgasm. Every single day for you serves the same effect. 

You’re suddenly going the pace you usually set to come. He sees your hand drag down his chest to your clit. Before Eunseok knows what he’s doing he grabs your wrist, pulling you down until your chest to chest. 

He plants his feet into the mattress and starts chasing after that feeling. The thought of getting you back for everything you’ve put him through makes him go faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin overcomes the sound of the party downstairs, and Eunseok starts getting louder too. You’re so wet and he can feel your walls preemptively fluttering around his length.

“Eunseok, I’m close.” Your warning is ignored, he knows that you’re only saying that so he’ll start touching your clit. He barely lets out a huff of acknowledgement and keeps going, snapping his hips into you and making you take all of him over and over.

Just when you were about to cum, he does it first. He curses right in your ear and holds you tight, stopping you from moving your hips to try and finish too. Edging you makes him cum more, he can feel the relief and a sick sense of satisfaction roll over him. He goes into you slowly a few more times, trying to milk all he has left.

He looks away from your ceiling to your disappointed face. He sees a little bit of sadness too, and confusion because this was the first time he’s let you fall when you were so close. Eunseok watches you barely know how to string words together, instead just opening your mouth before closing it again.

Eunseok is done. He can feel his cum make a mess of your panties and your combined slick dribble down his balls. Just another stimulant added to this already overwhelming night. The party is still in full swing. You still look like you want to keep going, surprised that you would even have to vocalize such a thing. He knows he’s awful, despite the fact that Eunseok tonight was created in your image. 

You’re still so shocked that Eunseok didn’t give you what you wanted. You’re silent when he lifts you off of his dick, cum and slick making a mess down to your thighs. You get it on your sheets and Eunseok doesn’t even offer to go to your bathroom to get a rag. He just pulls his pants up, belt buckle rattling as he gets his bearings together.

You continue watching him in silence as he walks across your room. Eunseok for the first time in your house doesn’t creep heel to toe, he’s heavy footing crossing your room. Some girls that look like you stop him on their journey up the stairs to the bathroom down the hall. They look like you and have the same taste, because they compliment his hair and then his outfit.

[delilahsturniolo]

⟡ ݁₊ welcome to the end of the world! (please leave your sanity at the door.)

𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 . . . four friends: nick, matt, chris, and you—find themselves stuck together at the end of the world, trying to survive a zombie apocalypse with nothing but their wits, a questionable supply of snacks, and zero emotional maturity. you’re just trying to stay alive without losing your mind—or falling for someone on the team.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 . . . mentions/use of weapons, slight violence.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: THE KEY TO FREEDOM

read other parts here!

they arrive just as the sun disappears, four of them, dressed in mismatched gear. not quite soldiers, not quite raiders. something in between. something worse. because they’re organized. you and the others lie flat on the tower floor, peering through the broken slats. the horde’s still at the base, moaning, reaching. the new arrivals don’t even flinch at the sight of them. “what are they doing?” lana whispers.

nick squints. “scouting. calculating. they’re not here by accident.”

“maybe they saw lana,” matt murmurs. “maybe they’ve been following her this whole time.” your stomach knots. you glance at matt. the line of his jaw. the way he keeps his body angled between you and the edge, like he’s already preparing to shield you from whatever’s coming. he catches you looking. his voice is low. careful. “if things go bad, i need you to run.”

“no.”

“don’t argue with me—”

“then don’t say something stupid,” you hiss. he exhales through his nose. frustrated. scared. not for himself…for you. “i’m not losing you,” he says, voice strained. “not now. not after everything.” you stare at him, heart pounding. “then stop, just trust me.” it’s quiet for a second, just your breathing, just his. then he mutters, “you’re impossible.” you lean closer. “you like that about me.” and for a moment…just a breath, it feels normal. it feels like there isn’t a whole hoard of zombies below you for just a moment. but reality always comes back. one of the men shouts. “up there! we see you!” silence. “come down. hands first. we’re not here to hurt you, unless you make us.” nick lets out a slow, shaky breath. “anyone buying that?”

“not even a little,” chris says. “also, side note, how are they so clean? seriously, who’s their apocalypse stylist?” matt looks to you. “they want something,” he says. “and we’ve got it.”

“what? lana?” you whisper, heart sinking. matt nods. she tenses at the mention. curls up smaller. “no way,” you say firmly. “we’re not handing her over.”

“wasn’t suggesting it,” matt replies, eyes still locked on the people below. “but we should know what kind of fight we’re in for.”

“so we make a choice,” matt says, looking at all of you. “do we hide? fight? run? or try to talk?”

“talking got people killed last time,” nick says bitterly. you meet matt’s eyes. “we hold. until we know more.” he nods. trusts you. doesn’t hesitate. the group below circles tighter.

and then…

they start killing the zombies. one by one. clean shots. organized. quick, making space beneath the tower. a clearing. and something about it is worse than anything else. because it means they’re not afraid, they’re ready. one of them cups his hands and shouts again. “we know you have the girl. she took something. we just want it back. give her up, and we walk away.”

“what did you take?” you ask her gently. her voice is barely there. “a key. from my dad. they killed him. they were looking for it…”

you blink. “a key to what?”

she just shakes her head. “they said it could get them into a place. a bunker. i didn’t believe them.”matt curses under his breath. “they’re hunting her. and if that key is real—”

“then they won’t let us walk away,” you finish.

the world slows.

matt takes your face in his hands. there’s blood on his fingers. dirt on his cheek. but his eyes…god, his eyes are the only thing that feels right anymore. “if this goes south,” he says, “i need you to know i meant every word. i love you. not just in this. not just because of this.” your breath stutters. you reach up and press your forehead to his. “i love you too,” you whisper. “even when you’re bossy.” he huffs a laugh. “especially then.” nick cocks his rifle. “okay. sappy moment over. we’ve got company.” the strangers form a loose semi-circle below. “you have ten seconds,” their leader shouts. “then we come up.” you look at your friends. this weird, broken little family.

nick, eyes sharp, always a comment loaded. chris, trembling but unshakable when it matters. matt, beside you, always beside you. and lana. silent. terrified. strong in ways you can’t begin to understand. you all nod at once. no one runs. no one breaks. and when the ten seconds are up…you stand together at the edge of the tower and stare down at the people below. “you want her?” you shout. “come and try.”

© delilahsturniolo

[morganaawriterr]

Taste of You; Park Sunghoon

SYNOPSIS ➺ When you finally offer your vampire soulmate, Sunghoon, a taste of your blood, an intimate moment turns into a deeper bond. One built on centuries of longing, quiet devotion, and forbidden love.

REQUEST ➺ For this cute girl @rjssierjrie! Her bundle was: Lapis Lazuli (Sunghoon). Judgment (Eternal Soulmates), Moon water + Clove (Vampire). Angsty and Suggestive. 1, “You don't know what I am, do you?” 11, “If I get a taste… I won't stop.”

WARNINGS ➺ Biting; meantions of blood and blood drinking; kinda suggestive because she gets kinda horny when he bites her; sweet as hell too; very cute couple interactions;

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As Sunghoon’s teeth glide over your neck, a shiver runs up your spine. Despite your boyfriend’s cold, possessive grip on your waist, your body heats up and begins to sweat. You close your eyes and let your head lean to the right, giving him full access to you.

You know he hasn’t asked to bite you yet because he was afraid of pressuring you. He explained it was something intimate, and that you had time to feel comfortable with it. But the way he was touching you while you sat on his lap, the way his hold made goosebumps appear along your body, it made you want to be bitten.

“You can taste me if you want,” you say, breaking the silence that had settled.

You can feel his gaze on you, but you’re feeling far too shy to look back at him.

“If I get a taste… I won’t stop,” your boyfriend replies, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “And what if I get addicted? And have to taste you every day?”

You know the question is rhetorical, but still, you open your eyes and finally face his vibrant blue ones, which have turned seductive since this conversation began.

“You can have me every day… until I die.” You didn’t mean for your voice to sound sultry or to give him the puppy eyes, but they only worked in your favor.

Sunghoon shows you one of his signature smirks and slowly leans toward your neck. Your skin is burning, he can feel it on his lips, and it also smells sweet like vanilla. Slowly and carefully, your vampire sinks his fangs into your side, feasting on your blood.

Your hands fly to his hair as soon as you feel it, a tingling sensation spreading across your body. You close your eyes and let a soft, almost imperceptible moan leave your parted lips. Your hips jerk against his in the heat of the moment, and Sunghoon responds by gripping your waist tighter, savoring your reaction.

As he continues to drink for a few more seconds, your mind travels to the day of your twenty-first birthday. The day came wrapped in excitement and happiness. After all, that would be the day you find out who your soulmate is.

Usually, the information about him is told in the dream realm while you sleep, but in your case, you didn't know anything about him.

The day flew by in a blur of birthday wishes and hugs. You ate the homemade food your mom prepared, opened presents, and had a good time.

But something was missing.

You felt frustrated, so, to keep the day from ending, you climbed up to the roof and sat there, watching the sun disappear and the moon rise.

You were almost asleep, your face resting on your palms and your lips pressed together in a cute pout, when you caught someone standing in front of you. He was tall, dressed in long black clothing, and his eyes were red, glowing under the moonlight.

“WHO ARE YOU?” you screamed, completely caught off guard.

“Shhh—” the mysterious man stepped closer. “People can’t know I’m here!”

“What? Why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you a criminal?”

Sunghoon rolled his eyes.

“No! Of course not. You don’t know what I am, do you?” he asked, eyes locked on yours. “I thought you would know…”

You remembered being scared when he finally told you he was a vampire, but Sunghoon was gentle despite his cold demeanor. He told you he had been waiting for you for centuries and assured you he never loved anyone while he waited. Vampires are loyal, he said.

The way he spoke, so slowly and sincerely, made your heart ping with sadness. How lonely he must have felt, all this time waiting just for you. You trusted him quickly, and that could have been dangerous if it weren’t him, the hopeful lover, the faithful vampire, Sunghoon.

That’s how the relationship gradually evolved. First, close friends, then devoted lovers. You can’t even imagine your life without him now, without his cute fangs and protective nature.

A warm, wet sensation on your neck pulls you back to the present, and you smile when you realize it’s just Sunghoon licking the tiny drops of blood that escaped from his bite.

“I love you,” you say, reaching for his sweet face and holding it in front of yours.

“So suddenly?” he asks. Though vampires can’t blush, you now know that the way he bites his lip and avoids your gaze means he’s feeling shy.

“I’ve been meaning to say this for a while,” you confess, smiling at his tender expression.

“I love you, too, princess,” Sunghoon adds, the biggest smile you’ve ever seen spreading across his lips. “I always have, and I always will.”

Author's Note: Another Sunghoon request, but this one isn't sad ahaha. You guys deserve a break! I hope you liked this cutie, it was made with love (and magic). As always, thank you so much for all the love, reblogs are always appreciated! Masterlist

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[starrdream]

Years

Anakin Skywalker x f!reader summary: Anakin sees you for the first time after a decade includes: SMUT, oral(f receiving), slight praise

Months turned into years-ones that seemed to last longer than they should, ones that stretched beyond time. He hadn't forgotten. No. He couldn't and he simply never will. That was something he made peace with long before it was over.

How could he? How does one forget something so pure, innocent and beautiful? How could he erase the happiest memories that could never be remade?

Every detail was crystal clear in his mind. Partially because he kept replaying various situations in his head every night, partially because he couldn't forget.

And even if he could, why would he? Why would he forget those eyes full of life? The laughter? The things he felt? No, he definitely didn't want to forget that.

Anakin Skywalker's life had been haunted by the past for the last 11 years. 11 years of melancholy, 11 years of longing, yearning...

So seeing you again was like a punch to the gut.

The small and rebellious Senator's daughter was no more. She was long gone, together with Anakin's memories. Instead she was replaced by something even more beautiful and dear.

You were the same age as him, yet so much more mature, more serious than him. He didn't want to acknowledge your beauty in fear of betraying what the Jedi had been teaching him for the last decade.

He never would've thought you'd be back but there you were, walking into the Jedi Temple with your father and a few guards on each side of you.

He was breathless, standing on one of the balconies as Snips talked his ear off.

"Ooo, who's that? She's pretty." She interrupts herself mid sentence, leaning against the railing and looks down at you.

"Yeah-I...I don't know." Anakin fumbled. "Let's go back to training."

"Whatever, you're so annoying." She rolls her eyes.

The next few hours are a blur-he was preoccupied but constantly thinking of you. His mind was a mess and he ended his lightsaber technique session with Ahsoka early.

The poor boy sat down in one of the many benches that filled the halls and leaned his head back against the cool tile walls. He takes a deep breath and relaxes further as the sun illuminates his face.

Seconds later, his peace is interrupted by a door opening and slamming shut. He cracks his eyes open, wincing slightly as they adjust to the sun.

His breath catches and he sits up straight because you come out the seemingly occupied room. His eyes widen in awe but you don't seem to notice him, not at first.

Just a few seconds later your eyes meet and he stands up before he could even think.

"Ani?" You whisper-shouted. "My goodness!" You smiled.

"Y/n.." He mumbled, smiling softly himself. "I missed you..."

The minute he's close to you, you hug him tight, burying your head in his shoulder as you practically knock the air out of his lungs.

"My, my..." He chuckles, hugging you back with a little less intensity, afraid he'll hurt you. "What're you here for?" He pulls away, keeping his shaky hands on your upper arms.

"My dad was called for some negotiations and decided to bring me along. Perfect opportunity to look at houses." You shrugged.

His eyebrows furrowed. "Sorry, houses?"

"We're probably gonna move back." You shrug happily.

His mouth drops open before he smiles so brightly and happily. "You're joking." Anakin shook his head. This was the moment he didn't even want to imagine in fear of waking up disappointed because it's not real.

"I'm serious!" You nudge him playfully. "I have to go now, but feel free to come by the guest rooms tonight if you wanna catch up."

And just like that you were pulling away like you did all those years ago, hurriedly walking off to wherever you were going.

Anakin stood there stunned for a good minute before deciding to go back to his room and finish what he had left to do, all while grinning to himself like an idiot.

Each minute that passed until he could see you again felt like a minute closer to his prayers being answered. And in some ways, they were.

Because 4 hours after first seeing you, Anakin was kissing his way down your body. His hands grope your tits as he trails further south, kissing under your chest, your stomach, your hip and finally latching his mouth onto your center.

His hands find their way to your hips to keep you in place.

Slowly, he licks all the way up, nose is rubbing against your clit. Your hands immediately reach for his hair, gently wrapping your fingers around the soft curls.

"Anakin-" You breathe out, back arching. He gently lifts your thighs and carefully places them over his strong shoulders.

"Mmm..." He hums against you "You're doing so good baby..." He mumbles, the sound muffled.

Your hands tighten, pulling his hair in desperation for more.

"My favorite Senator.." He teased, chuckling against you and making you squirm.

"Ani.." You whined, pulling his head closer despite your protest seconds prior.

His hands are doing a great job at stimulating you further-rubbing your thighs and stomach. Gently, almost innocently, Anakin's thumb makes it's way to your clit-rubbing slow, yet firm circles in time with his tongue.

You squirm above him, walls clenching around his tongue. "A-ani..gonna cum.." You rasp out.

"Mhm.." He encouragess, tone pleased and pace not faltering for a second.

A moment later, your inner thighs are squeezing his head as you whimper repeatedly and desperately, coming undone on his tongue.

Anakin takes his sweet time in prolonging your pleasure, lazily suckling and kissing on you without a care in the world. And when he does pull away, he wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. Then, he throws himself on top of you and kisses you sensless before falling asleep cuddled up on your chest

A/N: May the fourth be with everyone reading this!!! I’ve decided to take a break until June first because i REALLY need to lock in and study I have a bazillion tests coming up😭😭. I’ll try my best to make time and post at least a few works but no promises.

As for when I do get back, I have a new series coming up..👀

[bunnipuffs]

somno with ellie x reader?

yes … yessss … absolutely … putting myself to sleep right now for her (◕◡◕) thank you for your request anon !!!!!!!! i am a somno girl through and through <3<3<3

꒰ cw. dubcon, loser! pervert! ellie, ellie using you to masturbate, you're drunk and ellie takes advantage of you, mention of the word vomit ꒱

⋆˙⟡ ellie is impulsive. something that she can’t ever change, even now, when you’re passed out in front of her. she can’t help it.

ellie likes to think that she’s contained. calm, collected, never lets her feelings get the best of her. but that wasn’t her. not at all, she’s always been very immature—starting fights for no reason, getting ticked off when joel lectures her about what she had done, an eye roll every time maria had reminded her about responsibilities. instead of realizing that, yeah maybe i could’ve died back there and i should apologize, a quick rebuttal always comes first. she never thinks about the severity of the situation. ellie acts before she can even process what she had done wrong, she’d rather not think about it honestly, her stupidity or carelessness. she never even really operated like that in the first place.

ellie wishes that she was like that though. doing the right thing even when it was hard. especially in this moment—you’re drunk and passed out on her bed, another annual jackson party wringing you dry. she feels dirty when she can’t help but to strip off your clothes, skinny fingers peeling off your top. you’re sweaty, and you probably have splashes of vomit on it. she tries to rationalize with herself, but she knows that taking off your bra isn’t necessary. it really isnt, but her fingers are moving before she can think about it. your tits are splayed out now, covered in the moonlight seeping through her windows. she exhales a shaky breath when she looks at you. this was wrong. very wrong, but ellie keeps staring at your perky nipples, salivating. the smell of alcohol is rough. you had a lot to drink and too much ambition, but ellie decided to be a good person and take you "home," not really specifying where home was. that thought was long discarded when she leans down, noticing that the scent doesn’t really bother her anymore when she gets close enough to your nipples, too eager and curious, a gentle kitten lick to the bud.

she has a hand wrapped around your throat, softly, just testing. she had always thought about doing that to you, feeling every gulp and movement of your throat underneath her fingertips. she’s sucking on your nipple, gently, afraid that if she makes any noise it’ll remind her of how sick she is. your sweat is salty on her tongue and she wanted more. wanted to clean you off until you were covered in her saliva, in her. she feels horrible, a storm of shame and embarrassment swirling in the pit of her stomach, but she can’t help it—you just do this to her. you did this to her the day she met you. a warm smile and the crinkles in your eyes when you laughed. she couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact with you either, even when you had hung out with her and dina often, something about you just made her spin.

that’s why it was easier to do this to you. you weren’t awake, couldn’t judge her for being so irrational and irresponsible. she just needed her fix. and you were so pretty, under the soft gleam of the moonlight. it couldn’t hurt to do this just once right?

she’s quickly shoving down her pants along with her boxers, rubbing her slick across her folds. she moans quietly, staring right at you while she hovers on top of you, the only time she's ever had the confidence to look at you properly. she’s ridiculously wet when she hasn’t even done anything yet, just perverted touches and thoughts racing through her head—ellie takes your limp hand from your side, gripping your wrist and rubbing herself with it. she’s moving you like a doll, controlling you, it’s a little awkward since you’re unconscious, you can't fuck them into her like she so desperately hoped for. your fingers are angled downwards and she’s grinding right on top of them, moaning when your knuckles bump her clit. your fingers are getting messy, covered in ellie.

ellie feels gross—using you like this. but there was something beautiful about taking you in secret. so secret that only ellie knows, not even you, and you're making her feel so good. she's used her fingers a million times before, rubbing relentlessly until she was sore to the thought of you. your smiles when you passed by, your sweet small talk when you both were putting your horses away at the same time. your hands felt different, so much better and pure. ellie likes to think that she's the first to have you like this. all laid out for her, nothing that could stop her in this moment. no nagging from joel, or anyone else. just her and you.

ellie's biting her lip to stop the loud whimpers spilling from her lips, your name an occasional strangled sound in the air. almost a whisper, precious on her tongue. her hands are tightening around your wrist, dragging it rougher and rougher against her cunt, feeling her own wetness spread along her inner thighs and dripping down your fingers. she's still staring you, sweat trickling over her slit brow and down her face. she thinks you look so beautiful when you're asleep, even more so when you're awake. but something depraved is growing in ellie, seeing you unconscious. your pretty tits spread in front of her, the shadow of your eyelashes against your skin. it makes ellie hot, burning, her body warm to the touch. she could probably come just by looking at you like this.

a part of ellie wishes you were awake. that you wholly accepted her for what a "bad" person she was. you seeing her desperate and taking her like she was taking you, she wanted it—but she was afraid. she knows that she'll never be able to look you in the eye for sure after this, but it feels too good. your fingers are connecting with her, so close, pulling the softest whimpers and moans from her throat. she wants to come all over them and stare, watch the obscenity trickle down your pretty hands.

"ah, fuck, i'm gonna.." ellie mutters, watching as you softly breathe under her. she grinds against you once, hard, before coming undone. she's muttering a blabbered string of curse words, fucking herself through her high. she feels every slide of her pussy across the sides and tops of your fingers, making sure she rubs herself on all of them. ellie can only hear the loud pounding of her heart in her ears now, puffing out heavy tired breaths. she pulls away from you and brings your hand up to the light. it's glistening, slick with arousal and ellie's love. she smiles at the sight before bringing them to her lips, licking everywhere—in between your digits, your palm.

she'll clean you up now, bring you home. tuck you into bed and let dina know you got home safely. when the next day rolls around, you're met with a horrible hangover and no recollection of last night's events. dina had let you know that ellie brought you home, cleaned you up, left a water bottle and some painkillers she had leftover in her bathroom cabinet. you're a little confused when you give ellie your gratitude when you see her, watching as her body visibly tenses. oh well, she was always a little distant!

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[prettystary]

.....right...

So would it be crazy to say I'm still holding onto hope that the casket is empty... because thematically, Athena’s case only makes sense if she had some belief that Bobby might still be alive. But the episode never establishes that. Her disproving the mother’s theory didn’t really change how Athena’s grief was portrayed. she’s still bottling it up, just like she was all episode. (Same with literally everyone except Chim, which is a whole separate frustration.)

So why not have Athena express that doubt and then open the casket at the end. To either confirm or deny what she’s afraid of? That would have given her arc in the episode some emotional progression. (And mirror opening the sons casket)

It feels deliberate that we never see his body, and that nobody opens the casket. Especially after the episode establishes them literally checking another casket for remains...

(Also, her dialogue lining up with the leaked script? Was that scene real and just pushed to the beginning of the next episode? That would explain the weirdly underwhelming promo.)

But If Bobby is actually just buried alive and revealed in the next ep rather than this one, it honestly fits with how this season has dragged out every storyline (cough cough, the Texas plot). And it could be a way to keep Eddie in LA a bit longer, since we already know he’ll be there for the finale. and that the metaphorical side of the “Don’t Drink the Water” title likely centers on him, meaning he must be in next weeks episode too.

But who knows. Cancel the show if Bobby’s really dead.

(The time jump was such a choice, btw. This show got its audience by putting characters through wild, traumatic stuff. And actually showing how they feel about it. The grief, the breakdowns, the way they lean on each other. That’s what made it hit so hard. That’s what made people care.

So to just skip all of that? It completely goes against what this show built itself on. I get that the characters are probably bottling things up, but like... show us something. Literally anything. Don’t skip the emotional fallout just to rush into a plot twist or some cheap sendoff. It feels like they forgot what made the show good in the first place.)

My (probably wrong) theory about what might go down with Bobby’s death storyline on 911. Because yes, I’m still holding on to the idea that he’s alive.

So first off, I don’t think Bobby was buried alive. That whole “buried alive” thing was likely an April Fool’s joke. I’m not sure why or who orchestrated it, though.

Jennifer Love Hewitt posted the same blurry script Oliver did (hers was smaller), and while she’s shared scripts on her story before, I doubt she’d go that far for a prank. And Oliver, while his was readable, doesn’t even use Twitter anymore, which is where most of the fan panic came from. So if it was a prank, I have no idea who planned it. Plus, Tim said he doesn’t know where the leak came from… weird. Like, if it was a joke, why not just say that instead of acting like it mysteriously got out?

Anyway, onto my actual theory.

Throughout the episode, they really emphasized how intense the virus military was about containing the virus rather than using the cure. Bobby ends up being the only person on Earth with this new strain now that Chim is cured. And though it looks like he dies at the end, maybe he just passed out (like Chim did earlier in the episode). What if the military took Bobby for experimentation to study the new strain? They don’t expect him to live, so they lie and tell everyone he’s dead, giving them an empty casket they’re warned not to open “for safety reasons.” But Bobby’s actually still alive and probably in some secret military facility (and maybe that magic blood from season 1 is keeping him going)

So the episode plays out with everyone mourning him, but right at the end, someone (Athena? Buck? Someone from the 118?) opens the casket and realizes it’s empty. Boom. Cliffhanger. Next episode becomes a mission to find Bobby.

Now, the next episode is titled Don’t Drink the Water, and at first I thought it tied into Eddie’s scene with the priest. The juice vs. water moment, but the titles usually work metaphorically for the characters and literally for the 118 call.

So here’s my loose theory. Maybe something’s wrong with the LA water supply. While the 118 is responding to water-related emergencies, they’re also secretly following leads on Bobby (and running into the military thats investigating the water issue) , maybe even interfering or stealing evidence like Athena did before.

Eventually, someone drinks the contaminated tap water (probably Buck because of course) and starts hallucinating Bobby. But the hallucinations actually help him piece together the truth. Buck won’t tell the others he’s sick, trying to hold it together, but eventually they find Bobby. Buck passes out, but we know he’ll be okay. It mirrors Bobby saving Chim, now Buck saves Bobby.

As for the Eddie storyline, I think Buck is still a little upset about Eddie leaving and not being there when they needed him or something of that nature, and is now keeping a distance. Eddie doesn’t understand why it hurts so much, and Tommy (probably) helps him realize how much buck means to him (more than platonically). Eddie finally gets that Buck brings him joy, and that he deserves that joy. He wants to tell Buck how he feels… but then Buck collapses. No confession yet, but it’s coming.

So yeah. This is my bonkers theory that probably won’t happen, but I’m coping lol.

[callsign-fox]

Distract Me - Bob/Robert Reynolds

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/Sentry x Fem!Reader/Superhero

Warning: 18+ / Foreplay / Sex

Y'all definitely wanted this, so here you go! More to come because I can't seem to stop.

Thank you for all the love! xo

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Y/N entered Bob’s room without knocking, the soft creak of the door the only sound to announce her. She didn’t need to ask—she knew he’d be here, stretched out on the bed, staring at the ceiling like it held answers only he could see. And there he was, headphones in, still except for the slow rise and fall of his chest.

She lingered in the doorway, heart heavy. He’d used his powers today—again. And again, it had been for her.

She hated it. Hated what it did to him. Every time he tapped into it, the Void stirred, threatening to take him from her. It left him drained, quieter, the light behind his eyes a little dimmer each time. She was always the first to say no when the others asked. The one who stood between him and danger if it meant keeping him from turning.

But he did it anyway. Not for glory.

For them.

For her.

She closed the door softly and crossed the room. He didn’t look at her, but his fingers twitched—he knew. She slipped off her boots and socks, letting them fall quietly to the floor, then climbed into bed beside him. The silence between them wasn’t empty; it was thick with unspoken things—gratitude, frustration, fear.

She reached out, and her fingers brushed his—warm, steady, familiar.

He turned to look at her, his eyes glowing with that unnatural, golden-white light. It was still there—burning, dangerous—but dimming, as if her presence was pulling it back, grounding him.

“How are you doing?” she asked gently.

Bob took a slow breath, but the lines in his face didn’t soften. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t believe him. Her heart ached at how far away he seemed, even lying right beside her. But she didn’t look away.

“I’m here if you need me. If there is anything I can do…”

He hesitated before answering, voice low. “Distract me. Somehow.”

She nodded, a quiet decision settling in her bones. They hadn’t been intimate—not yet. What they had was slow and tender, full of stolen glances and careful touches, like neither of them wanted to risk breaking something fragile. But tonight, that caution felt distant. He needed her, and she needed him to come back.

She climbed over him, straddling his hips with deliberate care. The hem of her skirt brushed his thighs as she leaned in, taking his hands in hers.

Bob didn’t resist, just watched her closely. 

Wordlessly, she guided them to her bare skin, placing them on her thighs—warm, soft, grounding. Her fingers didn’t let go, urging his touch higher, coaxing him gently back to her, to now.

“Is this okay?” She asked softly. 

He didn’t speak. Just nodded, slow and sure, like any words might break the moment.

She kept her eyes on his as she moved his hands higher, slipping them beneath the edge of her skirt. Her breath caught as his fingers brushed over the thin fabric between them. She could feel him beneath her, already hard, already aware. Still, she guided him, rolling her hips just slightly, showing him exactly where she needed him most.

His touch was tentative at first, as if he was still afraid he might hurt her—or worse, lose control. But she didn’t let go, guiding him with gentle pressure, rocking her hips in time with the slow, steady movement of his fingers over the thin fabric.

A soft sigh escaped her lips, her head tilting back just slightly. It wasn’t just the pleasure—it was him, still here, still hers. She could feel his heartbeat through his fingertips, see the golden glow in his eyes flicker, weakening, retreating.

They stayed like that for a moment, the room wrapped in silence but thick with tension—his hand moving in slow, careful circles, her thighs tightening around him. He watched her with awe and something deeper, something broken and tender all at once. It made her breath hitch, made her chest ache in the best and worst way.

But then something shifted in him—some tether snapped. Maybe it was the way she moaned his name so quietly, or the way her body arched into his touch like she trusted him completely.

He exhaled sharply, then moved.

In one smooth motion, he flipped them, pressing her down against the mattress, his body settling over hers. She gasped, breath stolen by the sudden change—but her hands gripped his shoulders, grounding herself in him.

He hovered just above her, eyes wide and human again—clear blue, no trace of gold. Just Bob.

He stared at her like she was a lifeline. “You brought me back,” he murmured, voice rough. “You always do.”

He hovered over her, breath ragged, eyes searching hers as if still trying to believe this was real—that she wanted this, wanted him. She reached up and cradled his face, thumbs brushing across the sharp edge of his cheekbone. He leaned into her touch.

“I’m right here,” she whispered, soft and sure. “Stay with me.”

Something in him broke then—not in fear, but surrender. He dipped his head and kissed her, slowly, like he was memorizing the shape of her mouth, the way she tasted, the way she breathed into him like he was something worth saving.

His hands moved to her waist, sliding beneath her shirt, warm and calloused as they explored bare skin. She arched into him, welcoming the heat of his touch, the way he handled her like she was something precious. When he finally lifted her shirt over her head, it was with careful hands, taking a moment to admire her like she was the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen.

She helped him out of his shirt too, fingertips trailing along his chest, feeling every muscle twitch under her touch. He was warm and solid beneath her palms, familiar in a way that made her heart ache. 

He took his time, fingers brushing along the insides of her thighs, making her breath catch. When she was bare beneath him, he just stared for a long moment, eyes dark with awe and restraint.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

She reached for him, undoing his belt with shaking fingers, and he let her. Let her take her time. Let her feel him, like she’d been waiting to do this forever. When they were finally skin to skin, nothing between them, he paused—forehead resting against hers, breathing hard.

“You sure?” he asked, voice barely a whisper.

She nodded, pulling him closer. “I’ve never been more sure.”

He entered her slowly, gently, every movement unspoken but full of meaning—trust, want, something deeper they didn’t have to say out loud. He kept his eyes on her, watching the way her breath caught, the way her fingers gripped his arm like she was holding onto something real.

Their bodies moved together easily, instinctively, like they’d been made to fit this way. Nothing rushed. Nothing forced. Just the quiet rhythm of two people who had been waiting for this without realizing it.

Y/N’s nails scraped lightly down his back as he kissed along her jaw, his breath warm against her skin. 

“Bob.” She whispered his name again, softer now, as if the sound alone steadied her.

Time didn’t feel like it mattered anymore. The world outside faded into the background, quiet and unimportant. It was just them—skin, breath, a shared warmth that pulled them closer with every slow roll of their hips.

It was just them. 

And when they both came undone, his face buried in her neck, murmuring her name like a prayer—his eyes were still blue.

They lay tangled together, their breaths slowly returning to rhythm, skin damp and flushed from everything they’d just shared. Bob had one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close like he wasn’t ready to let go, not even for a second. Her fingers traced slow, lazy patterns along his chest, while her lips brushed softly over his. 

Then, a knock came. 

Both of them froze as a quiet voice came from the other side of the door.

“Bobby… you doing okay?” It was Walker.

Y/N blinked, then looked at Bob, whose eyes had flown open. He let out a barely audible groan, burying his face in her shoulder while she bit back a laugh.

Then, without raising her voice, she called back toward the door— “he’s perfect.”

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@debs171110 - because you asked nicely :)

[jessiso]

"Low Sun, Loud Hearts"

A Criminal Minds Fanfiction | Aaron Hotcher x Single Parent Fem! Reader | Part III

cw: gentle intimacy, emotional vulnerability, new relationships

w/c 1,168.

(I think this will be the final part of this guys!! unless i decide otherwise in the future! Thank you so much for reading)

(Click here for Part I)

(Click here for Part II)

...

It had only been a few days, but it felt longer. Long enough that you found yourself checking your phone more than usual, smiling at every buzz and new message from Aaron.

You hadn’t made plans yet—not officially—but there was a thread between you now, tugging tighter each time he sent a picture of Jack’s “potion ingredients” or teased you about your supposed frog transformation.

And then, finally, on a lazy Thursday evening as you were folding laundry and half-listening to your daughter hum in the other room, your phone chimed.

Aaron:

Jack asked if you’re free Saturday. He says the zipline lesson can’t wait.

Also… I was thinking maybe dinner afterward? Just us?

No pressure.

Your heart skipped. Then it skipped again when you reread it.

You:

Saturday sounds perfect. Zipline and dinner. It’s a date.

Aaron:

A date.

I like the sound of that.

You grinned at the screen, giddy in a way you hadn’t been in too long.

Saturday came with golden skies and a breeze that sent little kites spinning above the park.

You and your daughter arrived a little early this time, picnic blanket slung under one arm, the other balancing a cooler full of sandwiches and juice boxes (because of course).

Jack spotted you first, racing across the grass with a wild, toothy grin.

“She’s here!” he called over his shoulder, waving Aaron forward.

Aaron trailed behind at a much more reasonable pace, but the way his face lit up when he saw you—it made your breath catch. Like maybe he couldn’t help it. Like maybe he needed to see you.

"Hey," he said, once you met halfway. His voice was low, warm. Yours mirrored it without even trying.

"Hey."

You didn’t quite touch, but you both hovered close enough that it felt inevitable.

Soon.

The kids immediately plunged into their adventure, dragging each other toward the zipline platform like they had a mission ordained by the universe itself.

You and Aaron strolled slowly behind them, watching.

“She’s braver than I was at that age,” you admitted, arms crossed loosely over your chest. “I wouldn’t have gotten ten feet near that thing.”

Aaron chuckled. “Jack needed three solid pep talks last time. I’m impressed.”

You both leaned on the fence, side by side, the warm wood pressing against your forearms.

“She’s got a lot of you in her,” Aaron said quietly.

You turned your head, brows lifting in surprise. “Yeah?”

He nodded, looking at you with something steady and sure. “Brave. Good-hearted. Not scared to jump when it matters.”

For a moment, you didn’t say anything, afraid if you breathed too loud you’d shatter the spell he’d somehow woven around you.

“Thank you,” you said, voice thick.

Aaron’s gaze softened even more. “Don’t thank me for telling the truth.”

Jack’s triumphant whoop broke the moment, and you both turned to see him zipping through the air, your daughter cheering at the top of her lungs.

“She’s next,” Aaron said, and you both laughed when she immediately climbed up without hesitation.

Later, after scraped knees were bandaged and the sun was starting to slip down toward the horizon, Aaron helped you pack up the cooler.

“I made reservations,” he said, voice casual but his eyes watching your reaction carefully. “Nothing fancy. Just a place I know that’s good for conversation... and dessert.”

You smiled, heart warming at the thought that he’d thought this through so carefully.

“Sounds perfect,” you said. “Let me just drop her at my sister’s, then I’m all yours.”

Something in Aaron’s expression flickered—something bright, hopeful. He nodded once. “I’ll follow you.”

The kids didn’t even blink when you explained the plan. Jack was thrilled for a sleepover, and your daughter was already plotting movie marathons and popcorn feasts.

By the time you dropped her off and slid back into your car, nerves started to creep in.

It wasn’t just the idea of dinner. It was the idea of letting someone matter again. Letting someone see you.

But when Aaron stepped up to your window at the curb, smiling so softly, the nerves melted under the sheer quiet pull of him.

“You ready?” he asked.

You smiled back. “I’m ready.”

The restaurant was cozy, tucked on a quiet street with little fairy lights strung between the trees outside. Aaron opened the door for you without even thinking about it, his hand brushing the small of your back as you stepped inside.

The conversation was easy, like it always seemed to be with him. You talked about everything and nothing—favorite songs, the weirdest meals your kids had ever concocted, the way the world seemed a little softer in the spring.

At one point, he leaned in, his voice low, conspiratorial.

“I should probably admit,” he said, “I was rooting for the frog potion to work. Then I could keep you as my secret frog princess.”

You laughed, cheeks warming.

"I hate to disappoint, but I think I’m sticking to human for now.”

He gave you a mock-serious nod.

“Probably for the best. I hear frog royalty have terrible dessert menus.”

You smiled so wide it almost hurt.

Later, over coffee and shared slices of pie, Aaron’s hand brushed yours across the table.

It was tentative at first—almost accidental—but when you didn’t pull away, he turned his palm up, inviting.

You slid your fingers into his without thinking.

His thumb traced a slow, lazy pattern against the side of your hand, and the look in his eyes—soft, searching, full of things he wasn’t saying yet—made your stomach flutter in the best possible way.

“You make it easy,” he said quietly. “Being around you.”

You squeezed his hand. “You make it easy to want to stay.”

By the time he walked you to your car again, the air between you was thick with the kind of anticipation that made your heart pound.

He lingered by your door, hands in his pockets, the way he had before—but this time, when he stepped closer, you didn’t hesitate.

Neither did he.

Aaron’s hand came up, gentle against your cheek, and for a moment, you just stood there, breathing each other in.

Then he leaned in, slow, deliberate, giving you every second to pull away.

You didn’t.

The kiss was soft at first—just a brush of mouths—but then you tilted your head and he deepened it, and your hands slid up his chest without thinking, anchoring yourself there.

It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t desperate.

It was careful.

Reverent.

Like he’d been waiting to be sure, and now he was.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Aaron rested his forehead lightly against yours.

“I’m really glad you came to the park that day,” he murmured.

You smiled, thumb brushing the collar of his jacket. “Me too.”

You kissed him again—quick, giddy—before slipping into your car, cheeks aching from smiling.

And as you drove home, the night air cool against your skin, your heart was louder than the radio and twice as sweet.

Something good.

Something real.

Something yours.

[nickjunesource]

Hi, After 6x06, how do you feel?

Hey!

So our predictions basically remain the same- we think that after a huge struggle, that Nick and June will end up in a good place where their love is deep and true and completely unconditional. The patina of their "love glasses" will wear off and we'll end up with the kind of full relationship that withstands all trials and tribulations as it is deep and true and where the good, the bad, and the ugly are accepted and acknowledged.

With the additional scene now where June calls Nick good, kind, brave, and handsome, we think that she is going to see those parts of him again. She'll always notice those parts of him and she'll be in a position to do so again, we have faith in that.

We also believe based on that flashback that we'll be getting a first date sort of scene where they go to a restaurant after Boston falls back into American hands. This will then allow for them to start anew, having a relationship free of the toxicity of Gilead. No longer will anyone be able to claim it's a relationship based on survival, circumstances, or "trauma bonding". They'll get a chance to be normal and they will at the very least end hopefully with a "see ya later".

We spent so much time worried about Nick's betrayal only for it to turn out to be a fairly small thing in the grand scheme of things. Him hiding what he did from June wasn't ideal, but we also could see that he wasn't thinking straight. We are afraid of June's reaction though as she typically has a cruel streak in her, as we've seen in the past with Nick, Natalie, and even Lawrence. But if June could work with Lawrence again and trust him, then she will with Nick too.

We do accept and acknowledge that the next two episodes are gonna be a rough ride. Nick and June will both be spiralling without the other. Nick will dive deeper into Gilead, clinging desperately to the only family he has left and will be leaning on Wharton as the only figure that seems to love and understand him (even though we know that not to be true). June will become involved in an extremely reckless and dangerous plan that we know ends with her neck in a noose. Nick will likely be broken and June cold. But as we've said before- all great ships must walk through the fire before coming out the other side stronger.

We recommend that Osblaines just avoid the press or reduce consuming it. It has always been dramatic, but this season is something else, and it's contradicting the things that we're seeing on-screen. It doesn't make for an enjoyable viewing experience when the producers deliberately try to say things to upset you and keep you engaged.

[gweelczz]

Trust

Bo Chow x OC (Rosetta)

Genre: Angst and tooth rotting fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: Bo breaks through to Rosetta

The house was quiet save for the soft ticking of the clock above the stove. Moonlight spilled in through the kitchen window, painting silver streaks across the floor where Rosetta stood, her back turned to the room.

She was washing the same cup for the fourth time, hands moving out of habit more than purpose.

The silence weighed heavy tonight. Bo had already asked her once — “You alright, baby?” — and she’d answered too quick, too practiced.

“Just tired.”

But she wasn’t tired. She was unravelin’.

Her shoulders trembled, breath catchin’ in her throat. She bit her lip hard, tryin’ to keep it in. Because that’s what she’d always done. Ain’t no one ever taught her how to cry in front of somebody and not feel like she was weak. Like she was too much.

And Bo… Bo was so good to her. Too good, sometimes. It scared her.

He came into the kitchen quietly, barefoot, a soft “Rosie?” barely cuttin’ through the stillness.

She didn’t answer.

But he saw it. The way her head bowed. The way her hands gripped the sink. Her whole body lookin’ like it was fightin’ not to break open.

“Rosetta,” he said again, softer this time, stepping behind her.

She flinched when he laid his hand on her back, not because she didn’t want him — but because she wanted him so badly and didn’t know how to let him.

“I’m fine,” she said again, shaky and quiet.

Bo didn’t move. He stood there, eyes fillin’ with that deep ache he only ever got when she shut him out.

“You don’t gotta do that with me,” he said gently. “You don’t gotta be strong every damn second.”

“I do,” she whispered, tears finally spillin’. “I ain’t ever had the luxury of fallin’ apart, Bo. I don’t know how.”

He turned her toward him then, slowly, hands firm but soft, like he was afraid she might shatter if he pulled too hard.

Her face was wet now, cheeks streaked, eyes shinin’ with more sorrow than she could voice.

“You gotta trust me, baby,” he said, voice low and thick with emotion. “Trust me to hold it all — the soft parts, the hurtin’ parts. That’s part of lovin’ you too.”

She covered her face with her hands, a sob breakin’ free like it’d been waitin’ years.

Bo wrapped her up in his arms, cradling her like something sacred, pressin’ her tight to his chest as she cried. His hand moved slowly up and down her back, and he whispered against her hair, “I got you, baby. I got you.”

And he meant it. Every word.

She didn’t speak — didn’t need to. The way she clung to him now told him everything.

For the first time in a long time, Rosetta let herself fall.

And Bo Chow was right there to catch her.

Later that night, the storm inside her had quieted some. Rosetta lay curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of Bo’s old shirts that smelled like tobacco, cedarwood, and him. Her eyes were heavy, face still damp from the tears that had finally spilled after holdin’ in too much for too long.

Bo sat at the end of the couch, legs spread just wide enough for her to tuck herself between them. One arm draped over her waist, the other resting on her thigh as his thumb moved in slow circles. The cigarette he’d lit had long since burned out in the tray on the table, forgotten.

He wasn’t in a rush. Wasn’t tryin’ to fix nothin’. Just bein’ there — steady, quiet, warm.

Rosetta rested her cheek against his chest, listenin’ to the slow beat of his heart. It was the safest sound she knew.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, barely loud enough to catch.

Bo tilted his head, brushin’ his lips against her crown. “Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for, Rosie. That’s what I’m here for — to hold you through the mess, not just the good.”

She blinked, breath catchin’ again, but softer this time. Less pain, more peace.

“I ain’t used to this,” she admitted. “Somebody carin’ like you do.”

Bo leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes. His hand came up to tuck one of her earrings behind her ear, thumb grazin’ the edge of her jaw.

“Well, get used to it,” he said with a slow smile, voice husky with tenderness. “Cause I ain’t goin’ nowhere.”

She closed her eyes, leanin’ into his touch.

“Say it again?” she whispered.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he repeated, firmer this time. “I’m yours, Rosetta Chow. Every piece.”

She didn’t say nothin’ after that. Just let herself breathe. Let herself believe him. Her fingers curled into his shirt as she let the warmth of him seep into her bones.

Bo held her like that until her breath evened out, and when he felt her start to drift, he kissed her face — her temple, her cheek, the tip of her nose — again and again, like a promise.

And long after she’d fallen asleep in his arms, he stayed right there.

Still holdin’ her.

Still hers.

[thechosengryffindor]

She's right- which isn't a shock, because Hermione is always right; he'd learned that halfway through their first year and had come to rely on it through out his entire school life and, more recently, the horcrux hunt. His hand moved up to rub his chest; just above where his heart was, like he had after viewing the pensive memories- she was right, he'd had a lifetime of hurt; some of his earliest memories being Marge hitting him on the shin when he was merely five so Dudley could win musical chairs.

"I- it's not just because of that." Harry said after a moment, green eyes glancing over at her- "They're going to offer me the world, we both know it; but I don't want to be an auror... I want to help catch the death eaters who are still out there but I've been fighting since I can remember."

Harry scoots closer, "So I'm going to get my education, I'm going to earn my place in this world..." He muttered, "The summers when I wasn't with you and Ron were the worst times of my life, I never want to have to go through that again." Was he dependent on her? On both of them really- but Hermione had become his main person to lean on as early as fourth year.

Which is why it was surreal that they were like this.

This was it for him, and a part of him was whispering that it was when he was about to be happy, about to have something good that it all fell apart on him. "I don't know what my future holds but I-" He trailed off, their arms intertwined giving him a strength he didn't think he had at the moment.

"I'm tired..." The confession interrupts his previous confession and he can feel it in his bones, the bond is the only thing keeping him going- he has no idea what the horcrux being ripped out of him had done but the bond was helping. "I'm tired and together is the only thing that makes a lick of sense right now so... I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

A small smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes has formed on his expression, "It was the hardest thing I've ever done- telling you that you couldn't come with me." This was the only confession he'd make right now, "I've- a part of me has known that I wanted this since fourth year and now... Now it feels surreal but I'll always need you."

"We don't have to talk about anything right now that you're not ready to talk about. I am quite certain that the two of us have many years ahead of us together to tackle all of this. Besides, right now, I think we're both emotionally exhausted. Mentally. Physically." Hermione smiles a little, resting her head on his shoulder and looking out at the lake. "I think we've earned a break from the hard stuff for a little bit."

Eventually, they'll have to talk out everything, and they'll have to unpack it, but not right this second. He's going to have to get it off of his chest, and she'll have to get it off her own, but they're alive and they're here together. That has to mean something, doesn't it?

"I know you'll only be coming back with me because you don't want to be on your own for too long, but I think you should know that I feel the same way." She begins slowly, slipping her arms through his arms and keeping him close as she leans against him. "After watching you walk away and knowing I was about to lose you...after seeing your body come back...unless you tell me 'no', I'll be staying with you."

It was just like Hermione to invite herself along places, especially if it meant inviting herself along with him. She is quite sure that's how they became friends anyway, because she wore him down, but from that moment their fates were set in stone. He was stuck with her, and perhaps it might feel fast to some, but as far as she was concerned, this was it and she wasn't leaving him.

"We'll figure everything out, Harry...together..."

[your-ne1ghbor]

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