#and then doing it all over again with the other two?? w

[bunnis-monsters]

The harpy farm is pretty hectic, but at least your schedule is neat and organized.

Today you are tasked with visiting the Cherry acres where the type 1 harpies live.

The type 1 harpies are the most human like, having bird feet and wings as their only inhuman features. They are rather affectionate and playful, always wanting you to stay there forever.

Currently, there are only four harpies that reside in the Cherry acres.

The first is Robin, a cheerful red headed harpy that runs to greet you, nearly tripping over his own talons.

“(Name), you’re finally here!”

His arms pull you into a hug, and his wings wrap around your body as he chirps happily. “You’ll be here all day, right?”

You nod, rubbing your cheek against his in an affectionate gesture. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be in this section all day. Where are the others?”

He huffed, his wings fluttering a bit. “They’re busy sunbathing, just stay here w-“

“Hey, stop hogging (Name)!”

Finn, a green finch harpy stepped forward, scratching the ground angrily with his talons. “Jay and Dove are sunbathing, but I knew something was off when you wanted to stay here this morning even though you always steal the warmest rocks!”

The little Robin harpy puffed up his chest, his wings fluffing out in annoyance. “Can you blame me? You guys always get all of (Name)’s attention!”

You rubbed your temple, stepping between the two before a fight could start. “Come on, there’s no need to get all fussy. Take me to the others, today’s preening day.”

The two immediately stopped, perking up at your words as their wings fluttered with excitement. “Preening day?

You nodded, holding up the bag of various supplies to clean their feathers and talons. “Mhm, now let’s get going. I’m sure you two don’t want to wait.”

They led you out towards the lake where the other two were warming their feathers in the sun.

Dove was a beautiful dove harpy, with delicate wings and long white hair. He smiled when he noticed you, calling out. “(Name), it’s nice to see you. Jay just too a dip in the lake.”

He came over, reaching out a talon to hold onto your leg. “You’re still so warm and soft, little mate.”

Dove squeezed the soft flesh of your calf lightly before pulling his leg back. “Those are the preening supplies, which means today is going to be a good one, hmm?”

You brushed the dirt from his talon off of your calf, then crouched down to get a good loom at everyone’s feet. No one seemed to be injured, but your little daredevil wasn’t there quite yet.

“(Name)!”

Jay, a Blue Jay harpy swam towards the rocks, using his talon to grip onto the textured surface and clime up. With one look, you could see his talons were all scraped up and torn again.

“Jay, sit down and I’ll tend to you first.”

The rest groaned, surrounding you as they complained. “You always preen him first!”

“Jay, you get hurt on purpose, don’t you!?”

You laughed, taking out the first aid kit. “You think Jay can think that far ahead?”

Your words seemed to settle them down, and it took Jay a moment to register them. “H-Hey, don’t be mean, I just like to have fun!”

“Yeah, and you’ve hit your head so many times that even (Name) isn’t sure what to do with you anymore.”

Jay puffed out his cheeks, being pouty as you cleaned and bandaged his talons before filing his nails into a point. “That’s not true, Robin. Don’t be so negative, Jay is a free spirit.”

The Blue Jay harpy perked up at that, fluffing out his wings as he gave the others a cocky smirk. “See? I’m a free spirit.”

Dove sat down, rubbing and nuzzling against you as you began preening Jay’s feathers. “How are the others doing? I heard the newest harpy in the Peach acres is still rejecting you.”

You paused, your hand settling onto Jay’s wing. “Yes, his name is Raven. He isn’t like any of you, he’s a rescue.”

Finn clawed at the dirt, searching for worms. “A rescue? What happened to him?”

You continued your work, Jay whining slightly and leaning into your touch as his hand moved down his bare body and to his hardening cock.

It was normal for harpies to tend to their sexual needs in public, so none of you were surprised. “As you know, harpies like you are descended from wild birds. Humans are only permitted to buy and own domestic harpies, like parakeets and pigeons, for example.”

You moved Jay’s hand away, taking over jerking Jim off as he cooed and buried his face into your neck. The others gathered around, a bit jealous of all of the attention he was getting.

“In his case, his owner was neglectful and ended up killed by Raven. The owner didn’t truly know how dangerous wild harpies are.”

Dove pulled to closer, opening your thighs a bit so his cock could settle between them. “Ah, I guess that makes sense… h-hey, I wanna play with (Name) too!”

Robin whined and scurried over, abandoning the fishing pole he had been using. Unfortunately, you had no more hands to jerk him off with, your free one was preoccupied with Finn’s cock, so you opened your mouth and took his tip between your lips.

Between bobs of your head, you’d pull away momentarily to speak again. “You’ll be getting a new member soon as well, boys. I hope you’ll be nice.”

Dove chirped as he began to preen you back, nuzzling against your pulse point. “We’ll try, but it’s already hard enough sharing your time among the four of us when you’re here…”

You squinted, eyebrows furrowing when Robin held your head in place and fucked your throat, cumming down it while letting out a little cry.

After swallowing and wiping your mouth, you scolded the younger harpy. “Robin, I told you to be gentle. You’ve lost your mouth privileges.”

He whined and lowered himself to the ground, burying his face into your belly as he tried to appeal to your more motherly side. “(Name), it’s hard, I can’t help it… you just feel so good…”

His wings fluttered and rubbed against you, and you patted his head when he hid his face in your breast if it were his mother’s plumage. “Hey, I don’t fall for the baby bird act. You’re a fully fledged harpy, keep that up and I won’t play with you anymore.”

Robin sulked, his wings covering his body as you preened everyone. He was the youngest of the group, so you tried your best to be gentle with him, but he was also cocky due to his youth.

If you didn’t train him now, he’d end up being a cruel and dominant male that didn’t care about others feelings.

After everyone was preened and taken care of, you spent the rest of the day keeping them company, and eventually Robin cheered up enough to cuddle with you while you read them stories.

As you stored your boots and changed out of your uniform shorts and shirt, you glanced down at the schedule.

Tomorrow you’d be visiting the Peach acres… and you weren’t looking forward to meeting with Raven again.

The scar on your upper thigh came from that harpy, after all.

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[leo-in-the-pitt]

The Aftermath

Summary: After a traumatic event happens to you, your almost 2 year relationship with Jack Abbott hits a wall. What will it take to bring you two back together again?

Warnings: Established relationship, implied age gap, topic of sexual assault, trauma, mental health struggles, strong language, mostly fluff.

W/C: 5.5K+

This is a sequel to Look Out For Her (highly suggest reading that first so this story makes sense)

The Morning After

As much as you found comfort lying in Jack’s arms after the night you had, nothing could keep your mind at ease. You managed to sleep for a couple hours thankfully. When you woke up around 7AM he was still asleep and had his top arm around you but managed to pull his arm out from under you without disturbing you. As much as you loved this man to death, you felt suffocated under the weight of his arm. You thought to yourself if he could move his arm without waking you up, you were sure you could move his without waking him up. And you were right. 

You grabbed a fresh set of clothes so you could go take a shower. And what better clothes to grab than his. Snuck out of the bedroom, making sure to close the door behind you so he didn’t hear you, and went into the bathroom. 

Your eyes were puffy from all the crying just a couple hours earlier. For a second, you forgot that your hand was broken as you leaned against the bathroom sink. The pain went shot all the way up your arm. You almost yelled but then remembered Jack was still asleep. 

You walked out of the bathroom wearing basically all his clothes. His boxers, t-shirt, even his socks.

The sun was already coming out so you decided to open the shades and sit on the couch closest to the window. Across from you, thrown over the kitchen bar stool was his Beers of the Burgh sweater that you had on only a couple hours ago. The sweater that the man slid his hands in to grab your waist. Under the sweater was the hospital belongings bag with your other clothes, the red dress and black heels. 

A sense of overwhelming guilt hit you. Why did you wear that dress? Jack picked it out for you. You were supposed to be wearing it for him, not for strangers at a bar. Why didn’t you hit him sooner? Yell for help sooner? You could’ve stopped it earlier but, you didn’t. And you didn’t understand why. 

You heard the floorboards in the hallway creaking. He was awake. 

“He’s, how long have you been out here?”

You wiped your eyes, not even realizing that you had fallen asleep. “Um I- I don’t know.” 

“You’re wearing my clothes.”

“Oh yeah”, you looked down at yourself, “sorry they’re just comfier I guess.”

You hadn’t looked at him since he walked over to the living room. 

He leaned his head down to get a better look at you. “You alright? Wanna talk now maybe?”

“Yeah I’m fine. Think I just need to relax today, hands really bothering me.”

You ignored his second question. He definitely noticed. 

“Do you want to go to the police station today?”

Shit. You forgot you had to do that. Was just hoping he’d have charges pressed against him without you having to speak about what happened again. 

“Uh yea- yeah, don’t really think I have a choice. Should probably just go now and get it over with.” You shook your head and looked up at him. 

He looked sad. Almost like he was disappointed in himself for what had happened to you. 

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, Jack it’s okay, I can go by myself.”

“I wasn’t asking.” He shook his head at your. “You’re not going alone.”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer are you?”

“No, I’m not. Lets go. We’ll get you some food after.” 

You walked into the bedroom together. 

“What does someone even where to the police station?”

“Um, well it’s warm out but windy. You can take my sweater that on the chair out there if you want?”

“The sweater I had on yesterday Jack? Really?”

“Sorry. I forgot. What do you want me to do with the stuff in the bag?”

“I don’t know just shove it all in the back of the closet or something.”

And that’s exactly what he did.

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It felt like you were in the police station forever. It was only an hour. On the way out, you felt off. Couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was. Definitely not the hand. 

Your heart began to beat faster. You felt sweaty, mouth watering. 

You two walked down the steps of the police station and you had a slight wobble in your step.

“Jack I- I don’t feel good.” 

“What’s wro- “

He didn’t finish his finish before you ran over to the bushes. You threw up right there. 

You were breathing deeply. Fast. 

“Fu- fuck. Fuck.” You put your head into your hair grabbing your hair. 

“Shit! Are you okay?” He put his head on your lower back. 

You jumped away. 

He stepped back and put both hands up. 

“S- sorry.”

“No sorry, sorry. It’s not you, it’s just- I don’t know. It’s like I can still feel his hands on me. I don’t know. I know it’s stupid but I- I”

“Babygirl, it’s not stupid. Something awful happened to know. Nobody expects you to be okay. You’re allowed to fall apart. I’ll be right here to pick you back up.” 

You smiled softly at him. 

“Come on, let’s go home and get you some food.”

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Jack stopped by your favorite diner on the way home to pick you both up breakfast and while he was inside, you decided to call Langdon. 

“Hey kid, been waiting to hear from you. Did you go to the police station yet?”

“Yeah I’m actually heading home from there now.”

“Abbott with you?”

“Uh yeah, he’s in the diner right now actually picking us up some food. Just don’t think I wanna be around people right now.”

There was a pause. 

“You two okay though?”

“I don’t know maybe, maybe not, I- I don’t know. I know that he’s blaming himself for this and maybe I blame him a little for it too. I- I know I shouldn’t but if he didn’t lose his shit over the possibility of me leaving, I wouldn’t have left last night. None of this would be happening. So I don’t know what’s gonna happen with us.”

“Did you talk to him about any of it yet?”

“I don’t know if I can. He knows what happened and that’s basically it. None of what’s running through my head though.”

“Well maybe it’s worth a seat down conversation. He actually just called me right before you did.”

“He called you while he was in the diner didn’t he? So you already knew that he was with me.”

“Uh yeah- yeah I did. He just wanted me to check up on you. He knows you’re gonna try to play the tough guy in front of him and not tell him everything. Told him I’d try to knock some sense into you.”

“Not sure anyone can knock any sense into me right about now.” 

“If anyone’s gonna help you through this it’s going to be him. You guys are basically the Pittsburgh Trauma power couple. Basically the real life version of Meredith and Derek.”

You smiled and let out a little laugh. The first time you had smiled since before it happened. 

“Alright, take care of yourself kid. And take care of that hand. You’re gonna need it when you become an attending here.”

Shit. Forgot your interview for the attending position is next week. 

“Talk to you soon.” And you hung up the phone 

And with perfect timing he was walking to the car with the food. 

“Alrighty, let’s get my girl home.” He leaned in to kiss you. 

You pulled away quick. It lasted less than a second. It was different. You didn’t know how but it didn’t feel the same. And you could see on his face that he felt the same.

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Once you got home, you went straight to the bathroom to freshen up and put his clothes back on. 

As soon as you walked into the kitchen, you saw that he had set out the food already. 

“They had that cheesecake you love, it’s in the fridge if you want some later.”

“I don’t really know if I have the appetite for all of this right now.”

“That’s okay, could eat the rest of it later if you want?”

“Yeah maybe”

You barely touched any of your food despite it being your favorite. Jack noticed but, didn’t say anything about it.

There wasn’t much conversation for the rest of the day until you were getting ready for bed.

Jack walked into the bedroom. “Hey so I’m going to be home with you the rest of the week.”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Yeah I knew you wouldn’t ask but, I don’t really think you should be alone right now so I talked to Robby and got some time off.”

“What else did you tell him?”

“He just knows about the hand. Nothing else. Told him that you would call him when you’re ready.”

You didn’t say anything, just crawled into bed.

“Look I’m just trying to help you out here.”

“Well you weren’t there to help me when I really needed it so what’s the point now Jack?” You got into bed facing away from him and pulled the covers over your shoulder.

“You already know that I blame myself.”

He let out a sigh and he shook his head.

“Think I’m just going to sleep on the couch tonight.”

You could here it in his voice. What did you just do?

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One Day After

You went in person the next day to talk to Robby in person early before Jack woke up. He stayed on the couch the entire night. You told Robby most of the story.

“So you sure you want to push the interview back? We could just do it right now if you wanted?”

“This isn’t exactly how I planned on interviewing for an attending job here Robby.”

“Well if I’m being honest with you, you don’t need to interview. The job is yours if you want it.”

“Wait, what?” Your jaw was on the floor.

“I’ve seen you grow into an amazing doctor here. Your not the same person you were when you walked through those doors as a med student and I think that’s for the best. The way you treat your patients, the way you teach the newer residents, you’re always trying to learn something new. This things can’t be taught. It what we need around here.”

“Robby I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Think about it. Talk to Jack about it. Let me know. Whatever you decide we’ll all be here to support you. 

“Not sure he wants to talk to me right about now.”

“If I know anything about him, it’s that all he wants to do is talk to you.”

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Two Weeks After

You went back to work two weeks after it happened. One week after Robby offered you the attending position. Jack still didn’t know. He just thought you pushed the interview but, didn’t ask to when.

You started back on nights with Jack. Robby offered to let you do days for the last 2 and a half months of residency but, you just wanted things to go back to normal. So you kept the same schedule and went right back to being chief resident. Things were awkward between you two at home but, at work you managed to keep it civil and everyone thought you two were fine but, truth is you were far from it.

Jack and you had been carpooling to and from work and you typically had to wait for him. Today he was taking longer than usual. 

“I’m sure you guys will be fine.” Said Robby.

“I don’t think we will. She won’t even talk to me. We’ve had maybe 5 conversations since it happened. She blames me for what happened to her.”

“You just have to give her more time Abbott. This isn’t going to be a quick fix. Her hand is still shattered. She cancelled all her interviews. You can’t expect her to be okay with everything going on.”

“Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean she cancelled her interviews? What about the interview here?”

“So I’d be right in assuming she never told you?”

Abbott shook his head. “I’m in the dark here man.”

“She already had her interview. She took the job here. She told me last week. She said she talked to you though.”

He put his head in his hands. “She just doesn’t trust me anymore.”

“Don’t say that.”

There was a pause, “I don’t know I- I guess I should return it then.” 

“You bought the ring already, didn’t you?”

“Bought it 2 months ago the day after we walked past that jewelry shop and she dragged me inside to look at them. Figured her looking at them with me meant she was ready for the next step but, I don’t know anymore.”

“You guys have already been through so much together, you can’t give up on her now.”

“I just thought we’d be in a better place by now.”

“When were you planning on doing it?”

“Once she finished residency. Once she got the job here. I wanted to step into the next part of our lives together. Watching her career take off as we start planning a wedding. Looking at houses with spare bedrooms for a future kids. Start thinking of baby names. I’m ready for the whole thing with her Robby but- but I don’t think we’re going to make it that far anymore.”

“Does she now you’re planning all of this?”

“She called me the night it happened. Right before it happened. Left me a voicemail that she was sorry and loved me. I tried to call her back. It went straight to voicemail, told her all of it, that she’s it for me. I was leaving that voicemail as it was happening to her,” his voice cracked, tears started to fill his eyes, “I couldn’t help her.”

Robby put his arm around him. 

“None of this is your fault and it’s definitely not hers either. You need to sit down and tell her all of this before it’s too late.”

Down the hall, Landon saw you waiting.

“Damn kid, why are you still here?”

“You haven’t seen Jack around have you?”

“Yeah, he’s in Robby’s office. Want me to go get him?”

“No, I got it.”

You walked down the hallway with your bags. You’d been waiting over half an hour for him. And you were pissed.

You opened the office door without knocking. “Hey boys, I’d like to go home if that okay- oh shit, sorry didn’t mean to disturb you guys.”

You didn’t expect to see Jack standing there on the verge of tears with Robby comforting him. 

He reached into his pockets and pulled out his car keys. “Here. I’ll be right there.”

You took the keys and left.

“Just talk to her Jack. The only way out is through brother.”

You waited outside for him, standing against the hood of his car.

He finally came outside. His eyes were red. He was crying. In the 4 years of knowing him and almost 2 years of dating him, you’d only seen him cry once after losing a patient.

He walked up to the drivers side door and tried to open it. 

“Can you unlock the car please?”

“No, I want to talk about what that was in there?”

He took a deep breath, “We were talking about you. That what you want to hear?”

“What’d I do this time?” You glanced over at him. 

“Think it’s more of what you’re not doing. You can talk to me you know? I’m just here to help you. Please let me help you.” He pleaded.

“I’m fine.” You looked down at the ground. 

He walked over and stood directly in front of you. You took a slight step back without realizing it. 

“I can’t even get within 2 feet of you completely losing it. We’ve kissed once in 2 weeks. You won’t let me touch you. At all. Were you going to tell me you took the job here? You keep things secret.”

“I don’t want to talk about this now.”

“Okay so if not now then when? You wanted to talk remember? We’ve been together for almost 2 years. You’re really going to push me away now? After everything that’s happened”

“Jack I- I’m not trying to push you away, I just- You have an out if you want it.”

“What the hell are you talking about? 

“I won’t blame you if you want to leave me. I’m not okay, and- and I probably won’t be for awhile and I don’t expect you to just sit around and wait for me.” 

You turned to walk around and get into the car. He grabbed your arm to stop you.

“Jack, just let me go please. You have to be the one to end this. Please. I can’t be the one to leave.” 

“No, fuck no, I’m in this. I can’t leave you. I’m never going to leave you. Just- just please trust me. I’m here for you, I’m here with you.”

Tears filled your eyes.

“You deserve better Jack.”

“Ple- please talk to someone. You need help that I can’t give you anymore. Please.”

And with that you fell into his arms.

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One and a Half Months After 

After your talk in the hospital parking lot, you agreed to start going to therapy. Which, much to your surprise, was actually helping.

Jack went on Tuesday and Thursday in the morning to his sessions and you went to yours. You’d meet up afterwards for breakfast at your favorite diner to talk over coffee afterwards. 

The first few sessions were rough. You struggled to open up but, once you did, you realized just how much trauma you’d accrued these past 4 years. 

“Hey babygirl, how’d it go?”

“Well today we just talked about you, so that was nice.”

“Should I be scared?” He laughed. 

“Um well actually she thinks that I’m scared to let you touch me because it reminds me of that night…”

Jack nearly choked on his coffee.

Coughing he said, “And do you agree with her?”

“I think so, I- I mean I’m not scared of you. Just the last person to put their hands on me changed me in ways I didn’t even know was possible. I know you aren’t him and I know that you won’t hurt me. It doesn’t make any sense and I’m sorry. If I could change it I would.

“No, I mean, I get it. You’re allowed to feel that way.”

You and Jack hadn’t had sex since before it happened. What was once an occurrence multiple, multiple times a week, was now unheard of. 

Yeah it was only a month. But it was a long month for you both. Especially him and you could tell. There was a few instances were to tried to initiate something more. A couple high school like make out sessions but, you always pulled back before things got too far. 

“I’m sorry Jack, I just think I need more time until we can be intimate again.” 

“Did she tell you how much longer that might take?” He was laughing. 

You chuckled lightly, “Wish I could tell you.”

“It’s okay, you’re worth the wait.”

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Two And A Half Months After

There was 2 weeks left until you were going to just be a resident anymore. You’d be an attending running all your own cases. 

4 years ago you never saw this coming. Working as An Emergency Room Physician in your dream hospital with your favorite people in the whole world.

Your hand finally healed. You were finally able to do everything pain free. Guess Jack bribing the best physical therapist in the hospital was worth it after all.

You and Jack were surprisingly better than ever. Still living together. You were going to be working night shift too once you started so you’d be seeing a lot more of each other. Which you didn’t know would be a good or bad thing. But you were hopeful.

There was still no intimacy between you two.  It almost happened after you showed him the outfit you were going to wear to your residency graduation but, once again it was you the stopped it. And he was still as patient as ever. 

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Three Months After 

The day of your residency graduation was finally here. You did it. You fulfilled your lifelong dream. Going to be working with some of your best friends. The best people you could have ever imagined working with. 

You walked out of the bedroom wearing the outfit that Jack was ready to rip off of you the day you bought it. A long red dress. 

He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. 

“You look good. Like really fucking good. That’s my attending physician right there.”

He was wearing a slim fitted black suit. His shoulders. His waist. The way his silver curls shined in the light. You thought to yourself, maybe tonight is the night you can finally jump over that last hurdle in your relationship. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself Dr. Abbott.” 

God you could jump this man right here and now.

“You know I love it when you call me that.” He did sideways smirk that always drove you crazy. “Come on, let’s go, wanna go show you off.” 

The ceremony was quick. There was only 5 in your graduating class. And everyone else was leaving the program to go somewhere else. It would just be you left here. 

You took pictures and videos with everyone. They would all be leaving right away to move for their new jobs and you didn’t want to forget this moment. It was the best day you had in as long as you could remember. All your problems just melted away that day. 

You may have had too much to drink throughout the day but, to be fair, so did everyone else. 

“Glad she’s doing so much better.” Said Robby. 

“Yeah, me too.”

“You guys all good?” He glared over at Abbott.

“Uh, yes and no.”

“Do I want to know what that means?”

“I don’t know, are you my friend right now or her boss?”

“Well we were friends way before she came along.”

“She’s gonna kill me for telling you this,” he took a deep breath, “we haven’t had sex in three months.”

“Jesus Christ, Jack.” Robby shook his head. 

“It’s not me I swear, I’ve tried, a lot actually. It’s just hasn’t happened.” 

“I don’t know, maybe all this excitement and joy today will help you out.”

“God I really hope so. Not sure how much longer I can hold out.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have told me that.”

“All I know is, I’m going to marry that girl. Soon if I can help it”

The day came to an end and all you could think about was getting Jack home and ripping him out of that suit. Tonight felt like it could be the night. 

Jack walked you back to the car. He opened the passengers side door for you like he always does. But before you sat down, you put your hands on his chest. 

You looked up into his green eyes shining in the light from the gleaming sunset and ran your fingers through his silver hair. And kissed him. The spark was back. 

Yeah kissing him always felt special. But something changed after that night 3 months ago. But it was back now. 

He kissed you back. His arms now wrapped around your back pulling your bodies together. Hands wondering. You were on your toes as your mouths meet. He let out a slight moan as his tongue slid into your mouth. 

After about a minute, you pulled away. 

“Take me home Jack.” 

“Absolutely.”

The entire drive home, he kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your thigh. Nothing was said but, you could feel the excitement. 

You got out of the car as quickly as you could. You normally waited for him to come and open your door for you since he would get mad if you opened it yourself but, you couldn’t wait this time around. 

You were stumbling as you two walked up to your apartment. Definitely wouldn’t failed a sobriety test. And he noticed. 

“You okay?” He asked as he put the key into the apartment door. 

“Yeah, maybe just one too many drinks. I’m fine though, I promise.”

As soon as the apartment door was closed, you threw your body onto his. 

The kiss was passionate, raw. You slid his suit jacket off and threw it onto the couch. You slipped off your heels and started to unbutton his dress shirt. 

Just as you reached for his belt buckle he gently pushed your hands away. 

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this?”

“Not like this, you’re drunk. You don’t wanna do this for yourself, you wanna do it for me.”

“No, I’m not. I want this, please.”

“You are. And that’s fine, you had a lot to celebrate today. And I want to do this. My god you have no idea how badly I want to do this but- but, no not like this.”

“Are you sure Jack?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m sure. It’s fine. Don’t worry. Think I’m just gonna go jump in the shower real quick. It’s late we should probably get some sleep.”

You didn’t sleep the entire night. Just tossed and turned. 

Once the alarm clock woke you up, you just sat on the edge of the bed. 

Jack rolled over and saw you sitting there. 

“What’s wrong babygirl?”

“What happened last night Jack?”

“Which part?”

“The part where you don’t want to have sex with me anymore.”

“You know I want to have sex with you all the time.” He laughed.

“So why didn’t you last night?”

“Cause that was all the alcohol talking. You wanna sleep with me because I want to sleep with you. Not because you want it. Not because you’re ready for it.”

“I am ready for it.”

“If I got up right now and tried to have sex with you, you’d stop it.”

“Yeah, because I’m not in the mood now.” You shrugged.

“You always used to be in the mood couldn’t get you off of me before,” he laughed, “you’re not ready and that’s fine. I’ll be here waiting for you. The sex is amazing, don’t get me wrong, earth shattering actually but, it’s not everything to me. It’ll happen when you’re ready. “

“What did I do to deserve you?” You laid back in the bed with him. 

“And I ask myself the same thing about you everyday.”

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Two Weeks As An Attending

You took no time off in between finishing residency and starting work. Graduation Thrusday and work starting Monday. Jack would be at work anyway, so you had no one to spend all that time with. 

The first week was filled with paperwork and classes you didn’t even know existed. The next week you were already starting work. Meeting all the new interns, starting all your new responsibilites. Work was occupying your mind for the most part but, next week was your 2 year anniversary with Jack. 

Of course he was going to plan something big and romantic, especially since you were on such good terms now. Besides the no sex part.

He forced you to go shopping a couple of days before your anniversary. You were filling a box all the things special to him. And at the bottom a photo album with all of your favorite pictures together. You figured he had to be planning something too since he was out of the house the entire day. 

He was out planning with Robby. 

“So you and Langdon have to go pick up the flowers.”

“I thought Collins was getting the flowers.”

“Oh for fuck sakes…”

“I’m just messing with you. We went over this a million times, we got this.”

“I’m planning a proposal in 4 days and you think it’s time to joke?”

“Just trying to help Abbott.” Robby laughed and put his hand on Jacks shoulder.

“You can help by making sure you get the fucking flowers on time.” Jack pulled back.

“Just trying to calm you down brother. I already told you if you want I’ll get Collins to subtly bring it up to her to see what her thought are.”

“No absolutely not. She scares easy.”

He knew you too well.

“And you don’t think this big proposal will scare her?”

“No, no it won’t. When we first started dating, she used to so me all these proposal videos, telling me what she liked and didn’t. She even has wedding ideas saved in her phone. She’ll love it, I’m sure.”

While Jack was finalizing the details of your marriage proposal, you were out buying his last gift. A new watch. He kept saying that he needed a new one and would show you which one he had his eyes on. But he always said he wanted it personalized, so that’s exactly what you did. 

It was expensive. But the new salary was definitely helping. The two of your initials were engraved on the back, along with the original day you met when you were still in med school and the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. 

You explained that to the jeweler who was giving you the watch when you were picking it up. 

“Maybe you can add a engagement day or wedding day on there soon enough!” 

“Yeah we’ll see about that I guess.” You awkwardly laughed remembering the voicemail he left you the night it happened. 

As soon as you walked out of the shop, you called Langdon. 

“What’s up ki- “

“We have a big problem!”

“Oh god, what happened this time?”

“What if Jack proposes on our anniversary?”

There was silence.

“Langdon if there’s any moment where you’re actually quiet for once, it should not be right now.”

“Sorry thought there was more to what you just said. Not sure I’m really seeing why you’re freaking out. Wouldn’t that be a good thing kid?”

“Yeah obviously it would be the best thing ever…” 

“I’m sensing that there’s more on your mind.”

“Well I mean we’re obviously in a good place now it’s just that- “

“Spit it out kid.”

“We haven’t had sex in 3 months.”

“Yeah I could’ve gone the rest of my life without knowing about your sex life.”

“You’re my best friend Langdon, I need to tell somebody about this.”

“Has anyone like tried to initiate something or?”

“Well yeah obviously, we both have. It just hasn’t worked out in our favor obviously.

“You just gotta give it some more time. You’re both probably trying to wait for the perfect moment.”

“What if the perfect moment doesn’t come?”

“It won’t. You both just have to stop overthinking everything. Trust me, I doubt that this is the end of your sex life kid.”

You finished telling Langdon about everything you bought for Jack and decided you should go home before he starts to think that you’re making a break for it before your anniversary.

All of the gifts came together the way you imagined. But his actual gift, was you. You were ready for him. You were ready to have sex with him again. You were since the night of your graduation. And you were ready to convince him too. 

As you walked up to your apartment door, you could hear Jack talking to someone. It was Robby. 

“Oh shit, I mean hey babygirl, didn’t know you’d be back so soon.” He walked you to you to give you a quick kiss. 

“I’ve been gone since 10.” 

It was now 4PM. 

“Time flies when you’re having fun I guess. I should probably start heading home anyway, Collins is waiting for me.”

And with that he was just you and Jack. Alone.

“So what were you guys up to?”

“Nothing just hanging out. Boring guy stuff you know.”

“You guys hang out like everyday at work. Is that not enough?”

“Guess not. Uh you wanna order some food or something?” He was speaking faster than usual. 

“Are you okay Jack?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I don’t know, you just seem frazzled or something.”

“Nope all good over here. I think we should order some food. Maybe watch a movie or something” And he picked up his cellphone.

You just stared at him. He didn’t look up. But you watched his fingers against the screen. He wasn’t scrolling looking for somewhere to order food from. He was typing.

To Robby: She knows brother. She knows.

There was only one thought racing through your mind in that moment. Oh my god. He’s going to propose.

———————————————————————

This one goes out to the handful of people that wanted a second part!

Obviously there has to be another part and I think we all know where that one’s heading. Or do we?Actually have plans for another 2 parts at least. The next one might be rated M for mature if you know what I mean. You'll have to wait and see.

See you next time! :)

[enhaeil]

BEAUTIFUL ! ☆ 엔하이픈

"the way that gucci look on you amazing ... but nothing can compare to when your naked"

beautiful - bazzi

sensual moments with enhypen !

c/w: suggestive esp more in hyung line ... nothing explicit tho actually fluffish!!

heeseung

you saw a couple on Instagram who bonded by cooking together while only wearing lingerie and boxers, and decided to try it with heeseung.

several aromas filled your kitchen as music blared on your bluetooth speaker.

you were standing by the counter, stirring something in a bowl while heeseung watched the meat cook on the stove. as it simmers, heeseung makes his way behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and swaying to the beat of the music playing.

"mm, aren't you supposed to watch the food!" you say, giving his hand a light slap as it starts to roam lower.

"oh i'm watching the food, baby. i'm watching ..." he says, biting his lip as his eyes roam to your ass that's peeking out your lingerie dress. you'd be lying if you said you didn't want him to take you right here and now, but he could at least let you finish cooking first.

"go do your job, then maybe i'll think of giving you some." heeseung has never moved so quickly.

after several attempts to touch you and a few 'almosts', the food is completely cooked, and you and heeseung are chowing down, despite the sensual tension that could'nt even be cut with a knife.

as you guys finish the last bites, a silence falls over the table before you're the first one to speak.

"race you to the bedroom?"

jay

tonight, jay rented out a room at a luxury hotel. there was no special occasion. no valid reason. he just wanted time with his wife.

you guys just got back from the dining hall, both wine drunk and full of food. despite your drunken state, you didn't fail to notice how handsy jay was with you the whole night, and it continued in the confinement of your room.

as you stood in the mirror, you feel jay come up behind you, the heat of his body sending chills down your spine.

"you looked so beautiful tonight, love." he says, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. he lets his hands roam over your waist, pushing you closer against him as if he wishes you could morph into one ... and he does.

you tilt your head to the side, giving him full access to press kisses against your neck, his hips absentmindedly pushing into you from behind. once he presses a kiss on your weak spot, you can't help but let out a soft moan.

"jay ... i need you, like now."

he doesn't waste a breath, as he picks you up and lays you on the bed, licking and kissing the parts of your body that are already revealed to him.

tonight was gonna be a long night.

jake

what a mess of a first date.

the food was burned, your dress ripped in the most embarrassing way, and now ... your power decided to go out.

you and jake sit in the middle of the floor, huddle next to each other while the thunder roars outside. there's a bit of an awkward yet comfortable silence between you two as you sit with two phone flashlights and a candle.

"22% ... what's your phone on?" you ask jake, breaking the silence.

he sucks his teeth before responding, "15...".

although it's dark, you can still feel his eyes lingering on you before he turns away. he speaks up again.

"some first date, huh?" a moment of silence passes before you burst into laughter. jake shoots you an obviously unnoticeable glare as you laugh like he just told the funniest joke on earth.

"wh... whats funny?" he says nervously, not wanting to make a fool of himself anymore.

"jake ... this date has been horrible.." you say in between wheezes and laughs.

"ouch ... you wound me woman," he says, placing his hand on his chest in offense.

"no, no," you begin as you scoot closer to him, which jake doesn't miss. "it's not you, it's just ... i can't believe all this happened in one night. it's comedic almost."

jake nods and lets out a small chuckle. "i can see how that would make you laugh. at least we tried!"

your laughter finally dies down, and a silence falls again. "you know ... I really do like you, y/n. since sophomore year.."

you turn towards him, trying to make out his features in the dark. "yeah? even after all this?" you say tilting your head curiously, which he can barely see but can imagine.

"if anything, I'm even more in love with you."

another silence falls between you two, but your actions are loud. before you know it, your lips somehow find his in the dark, and all that's heard is the smacking of lips and the patter of rain.

maybe this date wasn't so bad after all.

sunghoon

"hoonie..." he hears the voice of his sweet wife call out for him from their shared closet.

he's there within seconds, ready to fufill her every need.

"yes, baby?" you turn around to look at him, and he swears he stopped breathing for a second. how can someone get more beautiful every time he sees them?

"can you help me? i can't zip my dress on my own." you say, delicate hands still trying to reach for the zipper behind you.

before you could struggle anymore, sunghoon is behind you, calloused fingers pressing against the small of your back as his other hand reaches for the zipper.

he's careful as he zips up your dress, not missing the opportunity to let his fingertips brush against your spine, a reminder of the times he's had you in this exact position.

he finally zips it to the top, fixing your hair back to how you styled it before pressing a kiss on your temple.

"you look so beautiful."

"but I can't wait to see this dress on the floor later."

sunoo

the stress of the world had been getting to the both of you, so when sunoo recommended a self care day, you couldn't turn it down.

sunoo stood behind you in the shower, fingers making soothing patterns in your hair as he massages the shampoo into your scalp. you can't help but lean into him, body relaxing.

once done, he turns and lets you do the same. your shower is filled with kind words, back scratches, and passionate kisses that said everything the both of you were too tired to say verbally.

you both hop out, helping eachother dry off and lotion up, before throwing on your robes and heading to your mirror to do face masks.

you dont miss the opportunity to take some cute pictures to savor this memory among the many you've already created. once the face masks are off, sunoo offers to give you a massage to release the tension you've built up throughout the week.

you quickly nod, letting him work his hands into your calves before making his way up to your thighs. you don't miss the way his fingers accidentally or intentionally graze against your bare body, but pay no mind to it.

you guys later doze off in eachothers arms, bodies still bare in the night.

jungwon

you and jungwon make it to the roof of the building just as the city grew quiet. jungwon layed out the blanket and snacks he brought before getting comfy and patting the spat between his legs.

you get comfy in his embrace, letting the heat of his body warm you.

you guys watch as the lit city becomes even brighter now that night has fallen, until your eyes wander up to the sky, trying to make constellations out of nothing.

"that's definitely a strawberry..." jungwon says matter of factly.

you shake your head, munching on a cookie he baked just for this occasion. "nuh uh! it's clearly a puppy!" you argue back.

he tickles your sides as a rebuttal, causing you to giggle and kick your legs.

after a few moments of silence, you notice an oddly shaped pattern in the stars.

"hey, what about that one? it looks weird .." when you get no response, you call out for him, looking back.

"won?"

as you turn around, you immediately lock eyes with your lover, him staring at you as if it were you that was the night sky.

"wonnie, you're staring at me more than the stars!" jungwon just smiles before leaning in to press a passionate yet needy kiss against your lips.

you place your hand on his face to ground yourself before you guys both pull apart to catch your breath.

eventually, layers of clothes are removed, a silent thank you that the world is asleep.

niki

when you told niki you wanted to have an artsy date, he didn't expect this.

he's sitting there on a stool, wearing his usual black tanktop and sweats, hair falling so perfectly. to niki, this was just his 'around the house' look. to you, he was art and deserved to be painted.

"hold still, nik, i'm just finishing up some lines." you say, looking between him and the canvas.

you peek from behind the paper, observing him to make you get every detail. niki notices this, causing him to be extra antsy, as if he were trying to hide the fact that you make him nervous.

"riki, don't make me come over there and tie you down." you say, warning him.

"jokes on you, i might like that!" he says as he wiggles his eyebrows, earning an eye roll from you.

you continue working for another 10 minutes before finally setting your paint brush down.

your paint covered hands fold together as you admire your work, and niki rushes over to you to see it, his eyes lighting up.

"you even painted my beauty marks. i thought you'd forget those.." he says, eyes darting as if they couldn't decide whether to look at you or the canvas.

"I've worked on memorizing the pattern of those marks every night to go to sleep. i could never forget."

niki swears he just fell more in love with you.

he takes your hands in his, not minding the paint, as he brings them up to his lips. he then takes his finger, dipping it in some of the remaining paint.

a/n: hi

"i think it's my turn to paint you."

[babydoll372]

Babies Pt.2

Pairings: older!Emily Prentiss x reader

Word count: 1944

Warnings: slight angst, fluff, pregnancy, talks of marriage

“I’m home, I’m home! Don’t do it without me!” Emily called out as she barged through the entrance of your shared bedroom, dropping her things and removing her blazer jacket she wore to work while rushing into the master bathroom where you were washing your hands. You giggled at her mannerisms when her body was right beside you, her hand on your back rubbing softly as you could hear a slight uptake in her breathing.

“I only just peed on it, we have 5 more minutes.” She nodded, grateful you already took the instruction she gave you over text so she wouldn’t have to wait another second to find out the result.

“Did you pee on it like a minute ago or like forty-five seconds ago? Maybe two minutes ago?” You playfully rolled your eyes at her eagerness and wrapped your arms around her waist, a soft sigh coming from her as she rested her chin on your head, kissing the top of your scalp as she inhaled the smell of your shampoo.

“I missed you so much…” She quietly spoke, and you nodded in agreement, your arms squeezing just a bit tighter around her. After a moment you pulled back to look at her, your lips turning up in a grin as did hers.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily. I wish you could see yourself right now.” She glanced over at the mirror beside you two with a teasing smirk and you once again rolled your eyes.

“No, I mean- like, in my eyes. I wish you could see yourself from my point of view right now, zero imperfections, absolutely gorgeous eyes I could look at forever, and that hair - I’m never getting over your hair, Em.” She laughed quietly at your obsession while you reached out to feel her strands, humming softly under your breath as you placed them behind her ears with your pointer fingers.

“You’re too good to me, sweetheart, I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Emily caught your hand as she spoke, kissing the back of it and leaving her lips lingering as she stared into your eyes, occasionally glancing down at your lips as if she was fifty again and you were breaching twenty-five, and she was so nervous to ask you out in case you rejected her. At the time, she was absolutely lovesick - her first ever true experience of that emotion, and now she can confirm it never disappears with the right person. 

“Can I kiss you, Y/N?” You didn’t answer verbally but your short nod was good enough for her, and she captured your lips in a soft, soothing moment. The two of you gently swayed back and forth, almost not at all, your bodies touching closely. One of her hands was on your lower back closer to your hip with the other was interlaced with your hand in the air still, her peck still resigning with the skin of that limb. The only time you two pulled back was when your phone alarm went off, to which she originally tried to shut it off without looking to not disrupt the moment, only to remember what it was for. She pulled back with wide eyes, licking her lips to get her last taste of you before hopefully changing your relationship forever. It had now been a full month of trying for a baby, for a vessel of life shared between you two. She needed it, and she needed it to come sooner than later.

“You ready to look?” She didn’t tear her eyes away from you no matter how tempting, this moment needed to happen together. 

“I’m ready if you are.” Emily quickly glanced at the test and grabbed it from the clean side, making sure to have not checked the result. You both closed your eyes and counted down from three, and once you hit the end of one, she flipped it over and you both looked.

“Positive…I-it’s positive, Y/N.” Her face was white in shock, but her heart beat with joy and excitement as she grabbed the second test and flipped it over on the count of three, not bothering to even close your eyes which were bulging with emotions. Another positive.

“W-we’re having a baby…? We’re actually having…a baby…” You spoke quietly, and Emily slowly looked at you to see how you reacted. She knew you agreed to this, but she also knew you were hesitant at first and she didn’t want you to take this back at the wrong moment. At the end of the day, it was entirely your choice and she respected it. If you didn’t want this baby, she wouldn’t be having one with you, and she would not get to witness you carrying her child. 

“And you still want this, right? Please tell me you still want a baby with me…” You turned to face her with tears in your eyes and she placed the test down, immediately being engulfed in a large hug from your side. She sighed in relief and held you close, letting your tears soak her shoulder.

“I’m sorry for scaring you, it was just so- eye-opening! There’s a literal baby inside of me right now, even if small, there’s one in me! And the best part of all is that it’s yours and we get to raise this baby together, boy or girl, or both, we get to be mommies together.” You had a large smile spread across your face, the most beautiful she had ever seen, and she wished she could capture this moment in more than just her mind. 

Throughout the pregnancy, Emily was very keen on being the best mother she could be to your growing fetus. You received multiple deliveries a week for new things - in the beginning, it was mainly books for her to study, and a bunch of massaging tools for me. However, once it got to the second trimester she immediately started building and getting everything in place. Her coworkers would come over to help work on the nursery, and you both decided on going for a neutral yellow on the walls just in case, and she would never let you even hand her a tool. You could watch and cheer them on from a distance, but she couldn’t let you or the baby accidentally get hurt. Every appointment was scheduled with a distant advance so she could either leave work early or head in late so that she would be there the entire time with you. She didn’t want you to think she would be absent because of her job, she had already wasted most of her life on work when she was meant to be starting one. 

There was no coffee, no alcohol, no foreign and unhealthy habitual items in the house that could harm the child - that was what you found the morning after you found out about the pregnancy. Emily had a routine of picking up a cigarette every now and then which you urged her not to do, but the moment the baby came into play she couldn’t even look at them the same, she only imagined how disappointed she’d be if she found her child doing the same thing she did. 

Every night she got home at a reasonable time, she had quite a lot of money saved up and realized she could step back on a few hours. Yes, it was hard to let go of her workaholic life, but once again she thought of the day she’d come home to her child barely recognizing her, not even wanting to speak to her and you tiredly trying to work the dispute out for them. Her hours became 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM, Monday through Friday, which was surprisingly a lot better than it used to be. She instantly requested to not travel for cases anymore which the BAU granted since she was allowed paternity advantages until the child was born. 

After a long day, she’d come home and instantly start making dinner for you, she didn’t want you nor the baby to go hungry but she also didn’t want you to have to put in much effort to cook when you had other priorities, ensuring the baby and you were healthy. She had set meal plans for you throughout the day, reading up on every nutritional factor she must take into play and always accounting for it. She tracked your calories, yes, but not in a crazy psychotic way, in more so a concerned and anxious way. She needed to ensure there would be no problems with your health or the babies throughout the pregnancy or once they were born. And if you already reached your calorie goal for the day she would never restrict you from having more, she would in fact encourage a sweet treat after, “having such a long day taking care of my family.” 

She didn’t tell her mother you were pregnant or that she was even dating someone until you were in your eight month and she hovered the letter over the mailbox before quickly throwing it in and sending it off. She assumed her mother was still alive, she hadn’t received any detail from the nursing home that she wasn’t. So she knew she would get the letter and most likely freak-out, but she didn’t want to care in the moment. She had the life she always wanted right here, right now, a beautiful girlfriend and soon a daughter between the two of you. She flipped when she found out it was a girl, she said she didn’t care about the gender and would love them either way but you knew deep down she was silently hoping for a girl. She had such a deep maternal love and while she’d never neglect her future son of that, she wanted to be able to express that through the excitement of proms and weddings, boyfriends or even girlfriends, and even the heartbreak that came with it - she wanted the whole package. 

And when she stood with her daughter in her arms, the nurse behind her with a smile as she saw Emily’s tears and careful attention. You were asleep right now, and you deserved it after pushing out the 6-pound baby the night before.

“Am I holding her right?” Emily whispered out to the nurse. She had read every book and studied every move, and yet when the time came she felt like an untrained soldier battling war. The nurse chuckled and nodded, making Emily let out a sigh of relief.

“Hey, little girl…you look so pretty, just like your mommy. It might get confusing from time to time but I’m your mama and your mommy is the one who you were inside for so long. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.” She quietly spoke as the girl slept in a bundle of hospital blankets and a pink hat. 

“I can’t wait to take you home…I hope you like yellow, your room is full of it. I used to look at that guest room every day hoping it’d someday be for a little baby like you, and now it is. I am so lucky to have you as my daughter, I am so lucky to have your mommy as my girlfriend, and just between us, I’m hoping to make her my wife soon.” She continued to talk to the child for a few more minutes before carefully resting her and returning to her chair while the nurse carefully rolled out the hospital crib to let her sleep with the rest of the babies. She glanced at your sleeping form as she grabbed the ring from her jacket pocket, smiling at the thought of what was to come. She wouldn’t sleep that night, and she was fine with that, because in the morning you’d officially become her fiancée, and your baby would officially come home.

[laursdomain]

Helloo I very love your work on the lastest Percy! Thank you so much for writing them🫶🏻

I also would like to request Percy x reader as well. Where Percy and Annabeth went down to tartarus. But it will be Percy and reader instead. Where reader decided to let their hand go, so Percy will be ok. That make Percy go wild to find reader.

Thank youu✨

i'll find you

pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader

genre: angst

synopsis: Monsters are more deadly and powerful in Europe. You learned that the hard way. Now, you and your boyfriend found yourself in a predicament you wished you weren’t in. Knowing how stubborn and loyal Percy Jackson is, you make a decision for him. A decision that leads to him raging against everyone and everything. 

warnings: angst, protective!percy, piper is a brat, annabeth is still on quest, physical altercation, established realtionship

w/c: 1.9k

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You were in quite a predicament. Your wrist surely had a red mark from how tight Percy was gripping your wrist. His own hand remained firm around the rocky terrain that led to Tartarus. You knew his hand would start slipping soon, and there was no way for Percy to find purchase on the son of Hades’ extended hand.

“You have to meet us on the other side of the door!” Percy shouted up to Nico, implying you both would free-fall into Tartarus.

You had no choice but to fall into Tartarus. You accepted your fate the moment you were pushed, a result of the deadly monster you faced minutes ago. But, you were not going to let Percy go with you. He’s Percy Jackson, the Son of Poseidon, for gods sake. Could he survive Tartarus? You had no doubt that he could. You couldn’t let him come with you in good conscience, even if it reduced your odds of surviving. 

“Are you crazy?” Nico’s voice is firm, and you realize it’s the same tone Hades uses. Like father, like son.

“We don’t have a choice,” Percy grits out, starting to lose purchase. He was running out of time, and he was running out of it quick. 

“Percy,” you grab his attention, taking in his beautiful sea-green eyes. “Let me go.”

“Over my dead body,” his words hold truth, he’d rather do anything else than let go of the love of his life. 

“Percy, we have no idea where we’re going.” Nico points out, communicating between the remaining demigods and the two of you. Nico was the only one who could withstand the force of Tartarus, maybe it was a child of Hades thing.

“You have Jason, trust him.” Percy’s fingers start slipping on his ledge, and he realizes he only has about a minute, two if he’s lucky, before he falls. With you.

Decisions swirled in your mind as the conversation above you is drowned out. You were stuck—do you let your boyfriend fall with you or do you betray him in order to keep him safe? He’d forgive you for the latter, wouldn’t he? 

You may regret this decision, but you act on pure impulse in the next ten seconds. You take your free hand, reaching up as you latch onto his hand. Percy thinks you are just finding more purchase on his hand, not thinking much of it. He couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Percy,” you get his attention again. He turns to you, meeting your eyes. He could tell you were absolutely terrified, and all he wanted to do was hold you in his arms and keep you safe. Before he can say a word, you continue. “I love you.”

He smiles, one full of absolute love and adoration. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

When he turns his head back to Nico, you take your chance. You meet Nico’s gaze, mouthing to him. Take care of him. Nico becomes acutely aware of what you’re about to do, and before he can warn Percy—to try and stop you, you beat him to it. Your hand pries Percy’s relenting fingers off your wrist, watching as Percy whips his head back to you, eyes widening. Before he can fight against your fingers, you pry the last finger from your wrist, free falling into Tartarus.

You can hear Percy scream your name, but it soon becomes a distant echo before you’re surrounded in darkness.

Percy wants to jump after you. In fact, he nearly succeeded in doing so before Nico pulls him out of it.

“Percy!” The son of Hades’ voice comes from above, “grab my hand!”

“I have to go after her!” Percy shouts, rage filling his body.

An empathetic look overtakes Nico’s features, “even if you do, you won’t land with her. Tartarus is weird like that—you always enter somewhere different. You could land on the opposite side of the realm, and your efforts would’ve been useless.”

“Useless?” Percy spits out, “she’s down there alone, and you want me to not do anything?”

“She’s stronger than you think, she can survive. She will survive. We’ll meet her on the other side of the doors, you have to trust me. No, you have to trust her.” 

Percy grits his teeth, knowing Nico had a point. Every bone in his body screamed for him to go after you, but he relents. He listens to Nico, straining his free hand up as he gets pulled up. He misses the feeling of your wrist under his hand, he misses you. He felt as if his soul has been ripped in half, and he longed for your presence, your voice, your touch—your everything.

Percy didn’t like this one bit. He didn’t like not sharing his bed on the Argo II with you. He didn’t like the way everyone else had a pitiful look on their faces, yet not saying a word about you. Every second that ticked by made him regret not falling after you. 

Percy walks into their make-shift dining room, watching as everyone’s heads turn in his direction. “What’s the plan?”

“What?” Piper asked, raising a brow at Percy.

“What’s. The. Plan.” He reiterates his words, watching the gears turn in Nico’s head.

“We need to find the doors of death, that’s the plan.” Nico explained, falling short on where the doors actually were. He knew they were in Rome, but that was it. He was hoping his friends could fill in the blanks, but they all remained silent. 

“Where are they?” Percy’s questions are short and snappy, not caring for mannerisms. He didn’t care about anything until he had you in his arms again.

“I was hoping someone had an idea,” Nico glares at the remaining members, noticing the way their demeanor has changed since Percy walked in. 

Jason had his gaze firmly locked onto his food. Leo nervously fiddled with his screwdriver, oil smudging his fingertips. Hazel nervously fidgeted as well, accidentally summoning a couple of jewels in the process. Piper had a bored expression on her face, gaze locked onto Jason. Frank had his usual worry line creasing in-between his brows, not sure of the answer himself. Annabeth was the only one who seemed to be thinking. 

“We’ll find her, Percy.” Annabeth’s words hold truth, trying to reassure her best friend. “They’re in Rome, you’re right Nico. The doors appear in a different place every time, according to myth. Although, they typically appear in a place that is mythologically important.”

“How much does that narrow it down?” Percy asks, hopeful.

“Not a lot,” she winces, also upset by the outcome. “I’ll keep researching.”

Percy nods, accepting her answer. His eyes fall on the rest of his friends, taking in their expressions as well. He could tell Leo and Hazel were upset, but weren’t sure how to console him. He didn’t want consoling, anyways. He couldn’t tell what was going on inside of Piper and Jason’s mind, but he didn’t like the way he couldn’t tell if they were concerned for your well-being or not. You were a member of the team and they looked like they didn’t care. Aside from Annabeth and Nico, Frank was the only one who seemed to be brainstorming. 

“What if it’s in a spot that it hasn’t been in before?” Frank questions, directing his question to Annabeth.

She nods, analyzing the possibility. “I can see if that narrows it down, but it doesn’t say anywhere in myth if that’s true. Actually, there’s practically nothing about the doors in myth. Let’s take that route, it’s our best shot right now.”

“Annabeth, keep brainstorming and try to narrow down the list as much as possible. Frank—help her, you seem to have an idea on Roman mythologies. Leo, make sure Festus and the Argo stay up, get us to Rome as quickly as possible. Hazel and Nico, try to figure out anything you know about Tartarus from Hades.” Orders fly out of Percy’s mouth, using his leader role to his advantage. He refused to sit by and do nothing while you survive in Tartarus, he will find you.

The five demigods nod in understanding, leaving the table to get to work. Percy’s gaze falls onto Piper and Jason, their expressions neutral. Jason could feel Percy’s gaze on him, and reluctantly—he meets it. 

Percy cocks a brow at Jason, “are you not worried at all?”

“What?” The question takes Jason aback, appalled he would ask that.

Percy steps closer to the two, “are you not worried that Y/N is in Tartarus all alone? That she could possibly die and our efforts to close the doors was a fail? That our entire quest was a fail?”

“I am worried about her,” Jason levels his gaze with Percy’s, instantly able to tell Percy was upset.

“Then why do both of you look like you don’t care?” Percy snaps, bracing his hands on the table, not caring how rude he sounded.

“I care,” Jason repeats. “I just—I never know how to deal with these type of things.”

“These type of things? I’m not asking you to feel sorry for me, Grace. I’m asking you to be the soldier you’ve been trained to be since birth and help me find my girlfriend. I don’t think I’m asking for a lot—unless you think otherwise.”

Jason understands what Percy is getting at, relieved he doesn’t have to figure out how to be empathetic about the situation. “I have a vast knowledge of Roman mythologies, I will go help Frank and Annabeth.”

Percy nods, eyes following Jason as he walks out of the room, heading in the direction of the room Annabeth and Frank went into. Piper stands, presumably to go follow Jason. Percy intercepts her, forcing her to stop.

“What?” She questions, folding her arms over her chest.

“For a daughter of Aphrodite, you seem to not care.”

“She fell in on her own,” Piper retorted, watching the way Percy clenches his jaw.

“She chose to fall in on her own. It was supposed to be both of us, but for some reason, she wanted me to stay.”

“You two would’ve never been in that mess if she wasn’t clumsy.”

Piper doesn’t see Percy’s fist coming. Percy knows he shouldn’t hit a girl, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it when it comes to you. He’ll always defend your name and actions, especially when you can’t defend it yourself. His fist connects with Piper’s jaw, hearing a crack as she stumbles back. She clutches her jaw, though there’s no blood. She’ll have a nasty bruise and soreness, but that’s about it. The situation Percy found himself in left his anger uncontrollable.

Piper curses under her breath, “are you crazy?”

“If it were Jason, you would be acting the same way as me. Now, stop acting like a pompous brat and help us find the doors so we can get her out of there.”

“Is that a request?” She tilts her head at the son of Poseidon, challenging him.

“No. It’s an order. I was elected leader, so you do as I say. Now go.” 

Piper has a remark on the tip of her tongue, but she bites it. She turns on her heel, stomping away. Percy’s not sure where she goes—nor does he care. His mind falls back to your falling frame, the last image he has of you. He prays to every god he can think of, major and minor, that you are safe and okay. He’ll find you, even if it’s the last thing he does. Not even Thanatos can stop him from getting to you.

Percy Jackson will kill anything that stands in his way of finding his way back to you.

You will destroy everything that crosses you in Tartarus—even Tartarus himself—until you find your way back to Percy.

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[elliesglock]

ice analysis part ll | after pazzi cuddle

after pazzi cuddle:

this is when carol and ice start acting REALLY WEIRD. but baby truthfully im not looking at that cause what the hell is pazzi doing in the background? paige and azzi are kinda standing together behind the bar and paige is dancing for the camera. i assume azzi is trying to get her attention for a while before she shouts "PAIGE!" right into her ear. aweeee she not used to not having her girls attention. but azzi from the way paige is grinning and her eyes are looking in different directions i don't think she meant to ignore u baby trust 😭 she kinda pulls paige's face to look at whatever she's trying to show her and it lowkey looks like they either kiss again or get really close to doing it. ice covers it with her arm (babe the damage is already done but i appreciate you keeping them safe) and i honestly can't see what they're doing. i think they just got really close or had a little moment tbh. they were close and touchy this whole live so im not surprised. i don't think they're sober enough to even recognize they're being extremely obvious which says to me this is just an everyday natural thing for them. cause flirting w someone and showing ur true intentions while drunk is REAL. and pazzi showed their intentions and who they with too quick. okay so nothing really happens until this next part. it's brought up in the live about a guy named ryan, and that's who i am assuming kayla is talking to and maybe in an argument with. so this is when the two brainiacs azzi and kayla have the wonderful idea imo to give kayla a hickey to make him jealous. you can hear paige go "are you deadass right now?" which might not be directed at azzi or it could be why she later says to distract paige so she doesn't get mad when she gives her one. she legit says "can someone go distract paige? paige is gonna get mad." maybe paige is listening to their talk and is like are you deadass azzi no!! if it was just a friendly thing why would paige CARE who azzi's joking around and messing with. obv it's because she doesn't want her girlfriend to be giving hickeys and paige is also naturally possessive asf over azzi. in her head that stuffs only for her. especially after making out with her and the liquors flowing i'm sure she's even more feral and wants azzi all to herself. but before this you can hear someone come to paige and ask if "a's good?" which just seems so coupley to me. like you go up to someone's girlfriend and ask them if their girls too drunk. idk how they're gonna fix that because both of the girlies are drunk as a skunk. i think aubrey takes one for the team and goes to distract p because you can hear paige going "AUBREY AND I WE LOCKED IN BRUH". and during this time everyone's looking behind the bar giggling because im assuming azzi is giving her a hickey. you even hear yanna say "bro it's a movie when he gets here!". now just to preface this a FRIENDLY funny thing that is happening between friends i am not insinuating azzi is cheating on paige because that's not what's happening at all. before i get the warriors in my inbox. azzi says she needs a shot after that (no you don't babe) and she just gave kayla (and what it sounds like to me) a hickey. little tiny moment a couple minutes after this where ice shows a comment of someone saying paige and andre 👀? and her and carol laugh about it for like a minute cause they know who she with and what she doing in that bar. around the same time, where tf did paige and azzi go haven't we haven't seen them for a good five minutes....they in that bathroom for sure. ice evens reads a comment that asks where's paige and her and kayla kinda stumble over each other trying to figure out an answer.

first ice looks around and doesn't see her (she's w her girl making out in that bathroom im telling you), then kayla says she's playing cornhole, then ice says she's getting them shots. like okay keep joking but we know u fr don't know where paige is. and they also say they don't know where azzi is either. so my agenda that they've been making out this whole time in the bathroom or somewhere off the in corner shall prosper. then azzi and paige come walking back together and lemme just say they looking ROUGHHHH. paige comes dancing but they but they both look so tense and blushy. idk im convinced for sure they had something going on. lowkey ice was being hella careful for the rest of the live cause 1. we don't see paige and azzi again (i think that slight little kiss in the beginning started something elseeeeeee. like they eventually just had to go somewhere and take care of some business tbh) also the whole bar empties out from around her so someone had to of told their drunk asses to move away from the live.

i didn't really watch the end cause im lazy oops but lemme know if there's anything i needa add cause i didn't see anything else. thank you for reading guys! lemme know any thoughts you have!! 🤍

and with that L's in the chat for ice, i'm sorry this live continues to be your destiny and u also had deal w this drunk ass paige all night ❤️‍🩹

[itadorispet]

༑ ࿐ྂ gojo satoru x reader

↳ smut , mdni!

You’re not sure how it happens.

One minute, Gojo is tossing his blindfold on your desk with that usual lazy smirk, and the next, he’s got you pinned against the wall of your shared dorm room, his hands gripping your wrists like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go.

"You think you can just mouth off to me like that, sweetheart?" he says, breath hot against your ear. "In front of the students?"

You scoff, though your pulse is racing. "Maybe if you acted like a responsible teacher for once—"

Your sentence cuts short when his hips press into yours. His cock is already hard, thick and heavy between you, even through the layers of clothing. The arrogance in his voice dips into something darker, silkier.

"You're lucky I’m letting you talk at all."

Then he kisses you, if you can call it that. It’s more like a claim. All tongue, teeth, and the kind of hunger that has you moaning against his mouth. His hands trail down, one sliding under your shirt, palming your breast, the other slipping between your thighs like he owns the space already.

"God, you're already soaked," he murmurs, almost in awe. "Do I do this to you?"

You nod, breath hitching as he pushes your panties aside and sinks two fingers in without warning. You cry out, clinging to his shoulders as he works you open with a skill that makes your legs tremble.

“You gonna let me fuck you properly this time?” he mutters, dragging his lips down your neck. “No interruptions, no curses, no pretending we’re just coworkers?”

You nod again, this time more desperate. "Please, Satoru..."

And that’s all it takes. He yanks your clothes off in record time, strips himself just enough, and lifts you effortlessly. You lock your legs around his waist as he slides into you in one deep thrust, both of you groaning at the contact.

“You feel like heaven,” he pants against your throat. “You were made for me, weren’t you?”

He pounds into you like he has something to prove, like every thrust is a wordless apology for the times he’s held back. His Infinity may keep the world out—but right now, you’ve got all of him. Raw. Real. Yours.

Your nails rake down his back as he fucks you harder, faster, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room. His name is a chant on your lips, rising with every stroke, every roll of his hips.

And when you come—shaking, gasping, walls clenching around him—he follows with a low, guttural growl, burying himself deep and spilling inside you.

The room stills. The only sound left is the two of you breathing like you’ve just survived a war.

He leans his forehead against yours, brushing your hair back tenderly. “You really do drive me crazy,” he says, voice rough but fond.

You smirk. “Good. I plan to keep doing it.”

Gojo doesn’t pull out right away.

Instead, he stays buried deep inside you, one hand gripping your thigh where it’s still hooked around his waist, the other brushing a loose strand of hair from your damp cheek. His usually cocky smirk is gone—replaced by something quieter, more focused.

“You okay?” he asks, voice soft for once. That rare tone he only uses when it’s just the two of you, no audience, no mask.

You nod, chest still rising and falling fast. “More than okay.”

He grins, that smugness creeping back in. “Yeah? You say that now, but I don’t think you’re ready for round two.”

Your brows lift. “Round two?”

He pulls back slowly, teasingly, and you both gasp as he slides out—only to thrust back in just as deep. Your head tips back, a fresh moan tearing from your throat.

“Fuck, Satoru—!”

“That’s it,” he purrs, licking along the curve of your jaw. “Say my name like that again.”

He starts moving again, slower this time, almost torturous. His hands are all over you—fingertips trailing down your back, gripping your ass, pulling you flush against him. Every roll of his hips hits just right, dragging pleasure from somewhere deep inside you.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he takes his time with you, fucking you like he wants to memorize every inch, every sound, every stuttered breath.

“You don’t get it,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. “You make me insane. I see you, I touch you, and I lose control.”

You shudder, your second orgasm building fast under the pressure of his words and the maddening pace of his thrusts.

“Then lose it,” you breathe against his lips. “Give in.”

That’s all it takes.

He slams into you harder, faster, mouth crashing into yours as he chases release. His name leaves your lips like a prayer, your walls clenching around him just as you come again, trembling in his arms.

He groans your name like it’s sacred, hips stuttering as he spills inside you for the second time, forehead pressed to yours.

For a moment, there’s only the sound of your breathing. His hands cradle your face like you’re breakable. Like you’re his.

“…You staying tonight?” you ask, voice still breathless.

He laughs softly. “Sweetheart, after that? I’m never leaving.”

[jordiemeow]

headcanon of what supernatural being ATP would be? and how they would be w human reader?

yay ❤️ ok ❤️

honestly i could compare them all to soo many but for the sake of not yapping i’ll pick one for each

was stuck between vampire and mermaid for this one but i think tashi’s beauty + how alluring she was is integral to the story. the whole “sirens luring sailors to their death” thing except it’s the demise of art and patrick’s friendship. she has everyone in the story wrapped around her finger—art, patrick, all her peers at school. even brands are fighting to use her name at such a young age.

i think when tashi calls to you with her song, her intention is the same as always: luring sailors or stray wanderers on the beach to their deaths. but you're so naive and sweet that she can't bring herself to do it when you squat down at the water's edge to extend a hand to offer a shell you'd picked up earlier. after that, she continues to visit, sharing stories of life below the waves and bringing you her own gifts from below to compare with yours from the human world.

i know this was probably intended as more humanoid creatures but art is sooo dragon to me. he can be sly and deceitful, as seen when trying to orchestrate the downfall of patrick and tashi's relationship. maybe that's why he's attracted to patrick in the first place: flashy rich kid. and then tashi: beautiful, rich, talented woman. he’s a hoarder! wants things that most people can't dream of having. but his treasure is the people he loves (first patrick and then tashi.) and now you.

he doesn't like sharing. it's not in a "you're my property" kind of way. it's just that he's tied himself to you completely and losing you would be devastating to him. definitely not above manipulating you to keep you around... but at the end of the day it's done out of love. keeps you curled up with him and all of his other treasures. loves shiny things but as far as he's concerned you're more blinding than any goblet. breathes ice not fire. obviously.

or he’d be a cute little gnome to put in my pocket :3

guysss it’s not just bc he’s hairy i swear. only partly (i love patrick zweig bush). werewolves are very loyal creatures and pack-oriented; art and patrick were tied at the hip throughout their teenage years (and they bond for life.) something something something patrick stuck in wolf form without art/tashi and he only comes back to himself when he meets them again in 2019. that's why he's so happy to see them because they brought him back to humanity. do we see the vision or no

he'd be very protective over you, but even when he isn't in his canoid form he's like a big dog. always draped over you, very touchy and affectionate, and extremely scent-driven. has no issues whatsoever when your shower routine slips. in fact he probably encourages you NOT to use deodorant/perfume when it's just the two of you. avoids you during a full moon for your own safety and lays low for a few days, but sometimes he shows up in your doorstep all bloody and in dire need of medical attention, insisting he does not need you to call an ambulance. the first aid kit under your sink will do just fine.

[alltimecharlo]

I love all your will/mack content but I am LOVING the frat boy will content. It really just fits him so well. If you ever expand the verse it could be funny to see them in rival frats. And Mack’s trying to take the rivalry very seriously and Will is like … can we pls hookup I think I’m in love w you. But they have to sneak around ? That could be cute

amazing levels of wsh desperation here, i love it. thank you anon - fic under the cut!!! :)🩵

Will leans against the porch railing of his frat house, a half-full red solo cup dangling between two fingers, and watches the chaos across the lawn.

Sigma Delta Phi is throwing their usual Friday-night bash, all neon lights and thudding bass and shirtless guys on the roof howling along to throwback pop songs. It's a mess. It's always a mess. And across the street, Alpha Rho is doing their version of a party too—cooler lighting, tighter dress code, a line of people waiting to get in like it's a club downtown.

Will smirks. Mack's party.

Mack, president of Alpha Rho, king of the clean-cut, all-American jock types, is standing at the top of his frat house steps, arms crossed and jaw tight, glaring like he's trying to manifest an earthquake under Will's feet.

Will lifts his cup in a mock-toast. "Evening, sweetheart."

Mack flips him off.

God, he's cute when he's angry.

"You're not taking this seriously," Mack says later that week, when they run into each other by the gym.

Will is in joggers and a cropped hoodie, sweat-damp and flushed from a run. Mack looks like he just stepped out of a recruitment catalog: backwards cap, team jacket, those ridiculous thighs.

"Taking what seriously?"

"The rivalry."

Will raises an eyebrow. "You mean the fake little frat war you started because I stole your float idea for Greek Week?"

"You did steal it!"

"You put it in the group chat. That is not legally binding."

Mack makes a frustrated noise and stalks past him, but Will falls into step beside him, grinning.

"You're really cute when you're mad, you know that?"

"You're not funny."

"Debatable."

They don’t stop running into each other. The campus is small, the Greek life smaller. There’s meetings, fundraisers, mixers. Will keeps catching Mack looking at him across crowded rooms. Glaring, mostly. Occasionally staring. Once or twice blushing.

The first time it happens, it’s after a fraternity council meeting that ran too late. Everyone's tired and cranky and half the group peels off to get drinks. Mack walks past Will in the hallway with a muttered, "Still think your pledge class is weak."

Will grabs his sleeve and pulls him into an empty classroom.

"Say that again."

"What, that your pledges couldn't organize a bake sale without crying?"

Will kisses him.

It’s not a gentle kiss. It's teeth and heat and Mack making this low, shocked sound in his throat before he grabs Will by the hips and backs him into the wall.

They don’t talk about it after. Not really. Just text each other things like "study night?" or "I know you’re at the gym. Come over after."

Will knows he should care more about the secrecy. But honestly? The sneaking around part is kind of hot.

There’s a thrill in showing up to Mack’s frat house in a hoodie pulled low, slipping around the side entrance while some pledge is mopping the floor. In making out in closets during campus-wide events. In whispering insults at each other with mouths barely an inch apart.

But also, there’s the quiet stuff.

There’s the time Mack makes him pasta in the tiny Alpha Rho kitchen and doesn’t even complain when Will sits on the counter eating mozzarella straight from the bag.

There’s the night Will falls asleep on Mack’s couch after one too many rounds of Mario Kart and wakes up covered in a blanket and with Mack’s hoodie tucked around him.

And then there’s the moment it all tips over.

They’re at a joint fundraiser. Mack is working the dunk tank. Will is supposed to be manning the raffle table. But he keeps drifting closer, watching Mack get soaked over and over.

Mack catches him staring and calls out, "Why don’t you try, pretty boy? Afraid you’ll mess up your nails?"

The crowd laughs. Will grins and saunters over, digs into his wallet for a few crumpled bills.

He nails the target first try.

Mack goes under.

Later, soaked and grinning, Mack corners him behind the supply shed.

"You’re enjoying this too much."

Will shrugs. "What can I say? I like watching you get wet."

Mack groans like he's in pain. "You are impossible."

"And you love it."

Mack hesitates. For once, he doesn’t deflect.

He leans in and says, quiet and rough, "Yeah. I think I do."

Will blinks.

"Say that again?"

Mack presses his forehead to Will’s. "I think I’m in love with you, dumbass."

Will laughs. He kisses him. It's softer this time. Real.

Maybe rival frat presidents aren’t supposed to sneak around behind the scenes.

Maybe they're supposed to hate each other.

But Will is done pretending.

And it turns out, so is Mack.

♡

[misskingshit]

𝘋𝘶𝘥𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘶 summery: An F1 driver who doesn't understand how such a successful and beautiful young woman could be interested in him. Note: I don’t think I’ll ever be constant in here, I just don’t have the talent. Anyway I fucking love Daniel Riccardo and since F1 started again a couple weeks ago, this is what’s been on my mind. plus, Lando and yn are NOT actually siblings, they are besties. xoxo

It was finally happening, the last two years of your singing career had been crazy. You released your second album, filling stadiums, interviews all the time, songs having millions of views.

The dream.

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It was supposed to be just another night at one of those fancy celebrity parties. The kind where everyone’s trying to look their best, casually sipping champagne and pretending they’re not counting down the minutes until they can leave. But this one felt different. Maybe it was because you’d just released your latest album, and the world seemed to be in love with every song. Or maybe it was because Lando Norris had promised you this was going to be a “good one” — a party with the right crowd. And Lando never steered you wrong.

As soon as you walked into the glitzy venue, your eyes immediately locked with his. There he was, in the middle of a conversation with someone, looking every bit the part of a Formula 1 driver. But Lando wasn’t the one who caught your attention.

It was Daniel Ricciardo.

He was leaning against the bar, looking very much like a man who knew how to have a good time, a wide grin on his face as he chatted with a couple of people. His eyes flickered toward you as you walked in, and you couldn’t help but feel like he was sizing you up. That cocky, confident smile? Yeah, it was definitely directed at you.

Lando, sensing something in the air, excused himself from his conversation and immediately made his way toward you.

"Having fun?" he asked, nudging you lightly with his elbow.

"Yeah, but something tells me I’m going to need a drink first," you joked, glancing back over to Daniel, whose attention had shifted fully to you now.

Lando rolled his eyes but smiled. "You should see the way Daniel looks at you. It’s like he’s met a unicorn."

You raised an eyebrow, playfully narrowing your gaze. "Really? Should I be flattered or concerned?"

Lando chuckled, tossing a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure Daniel wasn’t within earshot. "Honestly, he’s been begging me to introduce you for weeks. You know how he is—gets all excited about these things."

"Begging, huh?" You grinned, the idea of Daniel being starstruck by you — you of all people — was too hilarious to resist.

"Yeah. I didn’t think he’d be this persistent, but apparently he’s been stalking your Instagram and thinks you’re a legend."

Your eyes widened. "No way."

Lando shrugged. "I swear, I thought it was just a joke at first, but he's been all serious about it. It's kind of cute, honestly."

You smirked. "Alright, well, then I guess I have to go say hi."

Lando laughed and grabbed your arm gently as you began to walk toward Daniel. "Good luck. You’re on your own for this one."

As you made your way to the bar, Daniel’s smile grew when he saw you. You couldn’t help but feel a little thrill—he was the kind of guy who exuded energy, and you couldn’t deny the magnetism. You stopped just a few feet away from him, not wanting to seem too eager, but also not exactly holding back.

"Hey," you said with a playful tilt of your head. "Lando tells me you’ve been dying to meet me?"

Daniel’s grin widened. "I wouldn’t say ‘dying,’ but definitely really hoping we’d cross paths. I’m a huge fan of your music," he added, his tone smooth and easygoing. "And I’ve got to admit, you’re even more stunning in person."

You laughed, tilting your head in feigned modesty. "Well, that’s a hell of a compliment. But you’ve got to admit, you’ve got some serious swagger yourself."

He raised an eyebrow, leaning just a little closer, as if he was taking a good look at you. "I do try."

There was a beat of silence, where the chemistry between the two of you was almost palpable. The playful banter was just the beginning, but you could feel the tension brewing beneath it.

"So, Daniel Ricciardo," you said, eyes glinting with mischief. "How long have you been a fan of mine? Or are you just into famous singers?"

He chuckled, taking a sip from his drink. "Well, I don’t usually admit it, but I’ve been a fan of yours for a while now. That last album? Hit every note."

You smiled, feeling that warm flush creep up your neck. "Good to know I’m doing something right." You paused before adding, "So, Lando told me you’re the persistent type. How much convincing did it take for him to get us in the same room?"

He leaned in a little closer, the playful glint in his eyes never faltering. "A little bit of begging, a lot of persistence, and maybe some flattery." He tilted his head as if to study you. "Did it work?"

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head. "I think it worked a little too well."

Before either of you could say anything else, a group of paparazzi cameras flashed in the distance, and you instinctively turned toward them, your smile becoming more natural. As you did, Daniel took a small step forward, closing the gap between you two. His hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you in just enough for your bodies to align.

The flash of the cameras grew more frantic, and with one final look between you two, Daniel leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that felt like it had been building for ages. It wasn’t slow or soft. It was intense, charged with the kind of raw chemistry that made the world around you fade away.

You were so caught up in the kiss that you barely registered the flash of the cameras, the snaps echoing as if the world had stopped. The moment felt endless, each second like a rush of adrenaline, and when you pulled away, your lips tingled with the energy of it all.

Daniel’s breath was just as heavy as yours, a wide grin plastered on his face. "Guess we’re making headlines tonight," he said, his voice low, but dripping with excitement.

You laughed breathlessly, a blush spreading across your face as the cameras continued to flash. "Well, that’s one way to make a first impression."

The crowd around you went wild with whispers and excited chatter. And as you stood there, staring at Daniel, you knew this was just the beginning of whatever this... thing between the two of you was.

[peanutheaddd]

so for the dusk au, do you think greg and petey would start fighting again? like joining a martial arts class or something, and they spar as a way to destress and get close to each other again? i was going through your info dump post and saw that you said they used to actually fight in high school and i thought it'd be funny if they did.

also unrelated but still about the dusk au. why is Petey so avoidant of love? like was there something specific that made him so self depreciative? i know you made his dad to be super negligent in this au, but still youd think he'd latch on to the love Greg gave him when they were in school instead of recoiling away.

GRIN!!!!! that WOULD be so funny and i fucking love the "characters who always physically fight have a positive relationship" trope (one of my faves of all time) but i think realistically they wouldnt 💔💔

a lot of their physical tussling as kids was bc they had a Lot of pent up aggression and they were still young . i think theyve mellowed out a Lot since then . 5 years of fatherhood has changed petey LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭 .

also absence makes the heart grow fonder smth smth . like dms been yearning for so long that idt he has it in his heart anymore to tussle with petey . like in all those years they didint talk the last thing he wanted to do was to fight w him again . i think theyd still pull pranks on each other tho LMFAOOOO they need that enrichment

as for why petey is avoidant of love its bc he hates himself 😂😂😂😂 and thats a product of childhood emotional neglect and being rejected by his peers as a kid . nothing happened in specific its just. childhood emotional neglect has crazy long lasting effects bro.

and as for why he didnt latch on to dms love . okay so like. lemme get into his psyche here heh rubbing my hands neurodivergently

dusk petey hates himself as a Person. thats why he puts all his value as a person onto his academic achievements. thats why hes okay with being praised for being smart . bc its true. and in his mind its the only thing hes worth . if you take away the intelligence hes nothing essentially. so thats why hes egotistical in this aspect

but again he hates himself as a person so badly that if anyone claims to like him for . him. he just straight up doesnt believe them . imposter syndrome basically. like "sure this person might like me now but if they find out more about me theyre gonna realize that im nothing special and theyll leave me." and USUALLY he doesnt care bc hes like whatever i dont need friends .

BUT this changes if he actually Likes the person who is saying that they like him. he likes dm So So So much . the thought of dm finding out that hes nothing special and leaving him Kills him because he cares So badly. its terrifying . he was mostly able to maintain such a long relationship w dm BECAUSE they kept pretending to hate each other. when dm confessed to him it completely shattered that illusion . so hes like "Oh. he likes me. but hes going to leave me eventually." and hed rather never experience his love at all rather than experience it briefly and have it ripped away from him . in his mind those are the only two options for him because he thinks of himself as completely unlovable .

so he has to make sure that dm never shows him any love bc he cant afford to get used to it . he Knows that once he gets a taste of that love hes gonna actually wanna kill himself once its taken away from him bc he likes dm So bad . so he completely self sabotages and pulls away so that he can take control over the situation. its just this whole fucked up mental illness cocktail essentially LMFAO

[baeshijima]

FIC WIP POLL !! (bc i cant make my own decisions (˘･_･˘))

okay so guess who is procrastinating on her assignment and is indecisive? me !! which is why i now decided to make this poll haha....

basically there are twelve wips here which i think i could finish if given the motivation, and your job is to decide which one you want to see the most !! i do have more wips i would love to work on, but i wanted to be realistic so, uh, these are the ones i believe i am most like to finish by the end of summer at the latest 🧍‍♀️

under the cut will have the title, the character, the tags, and the summary/outline/the idea the fic will be based off for you to read through and make your choice on !! the poll is at the very end so unless you just. scroll right to the bottom, you can't miss what different wips there are ;w;

disclaimer !! this poll will be running for 3 days, so there will be frequent reblogs of this post ^^

1. as fate would have it

blade x gn!reader ; soulmate au (red string of fate), hurt/comfort, high-cloud quintet references/mentions (at 4.7k words)

summary: after having witnessed your red string snap on that gloomy day, you thought the only times you would see him again were in your dreams and on rainy days when aching nostalgia hit the hardest. never did you think you would see him again — alive and a shell of the man you first fell in love with.

2. an unexpected friend

blade x gn!reader ; fluff, university au, bass player!blade, references to former fencer!blade (at 4.2k words)

summary: when visiting your project partner's apartment for the first time, the last thing you expected was to become a glorified cushion for his cat.

3. one in a million

blade x gn!reader ; celebrity/actor au, exes to lovers, fluff, hurt/comfort (at ~600 words)

summary: in which you land yourself the lead role for the long-anticipated drama adaptation of a thriller-romance webtoon. sometimes, you wonder how rotten your luck must be when your co-lead turns out to be your ex, whose character just so happens to be your character's ex. figures.

4. how to get over your first love

phainon x gn!reader ; childhood friends to lovers, fluff, slight miscommunication/misunderstandings (at ~200 words)

summary: the popular boy; the resident nice guy; the one all the neighbourhood grannies excessively dote on; the cookie cutter "bring him home to your family"; your childhood best friend; your first love. well, soon-to-be-ex-first-love, that is! (if you had seen the signs earlier, maybe you wouldn't be kicking yourself right about now for wasting so much time.)

5. [untitled]

phainon x gn!reader x flame reaver ; hurt/comfort, thinking a lot of protectiveness/vigilante-esque things, references to alternate timelines

summary undecided but will be based off of this post !!

6. and in this world, there's a place for you

mydei x gn!reader ; fluff, slow burn, hurt/comfort (i think...), takes place before main story and ends in 3.1 story (at ~200 words)

summary not yet decided but the gist of it is reader is one of the few who welcomes and looks after mydei and the kremoan detachment when they first arrive in okhema and they have a gradual slow burn development !! on the fence about this but i think i will write two endings for the fic...

7. [untitled]

mydei x gn!reader ; modern au (live opposite each other in the same apartment), fluff, crush at first sight, unrequited but actually requited love, wingmen phainon and bubbles

summary undecided but it would be based off this post !!

8. love and... chimeras?

amphoreus men x gn!chimera caretaker!reader <- pretty self-explanatory ; fluff, chimeras play matchmaker, takes place before main story (at ~800 words)

summary: as a member of the garden and one of the primary caretakers for the chimera, you are more than accustomed to their little habits and... unique personalities. well, apparently not accustomed enough when you're suddenly thrown for a loop amidst their endeavour to play matchmaker of all things! OR, the chimeras make it their mission to put you in cliché romantic situations with— not one, not two, but three chrysos heirs. (titans forbid you have any peace.)

9. wounded pride

dr ratio x gn!reader ; fluff, ratio is bad at feelings and in denial (at ~1.2k words)

summary: who would have thought the esteemed dr ratio would be (metaphorically) tearing his hair out over some nonchalant reaction to his true appearance? (certainly not him, that's for sure.)

10. [untitled]

mr reca x gn!reader ; fluff, writer!reader, slow burn-ish, more rom-com-esque, reca falling first and harder, remembrance path!reader (at ~300 words)

summary undecided but will be based off this post !!

11. to you, who holds the stars

alhaitham x gn!reader ; fluff, university au, coffee shop au, strangers to friends to lovers, crush at first sight (alhaitham) (at ~2.6k words)

summary: in which you're a humble café owner and he's a loyal regular who just so happens to find refuge in your starry eyes and bright smile.

12. to love a tragedy (no i havent forgotten abt this.)

duke!sunday x fem!reader ; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn? ish?, transmigration, royalty au, arranged marriage ; series

summary: finding yourself in a different world is a fantasized wish many have, more so among a favoured piece of media. the trope has grown in popularity, ranging from books, to comics, and even as publicised tv series. it's something many dream of, simply because it is not real. at least, that's what you believed until you find yourself in the place of a barely mentioned side character in your favourite web novel. oh, and did you mention this character is the wife of sunday oak, one of the novel's antagonists and your favourite character who is doomed to a tragic fate? well, not if you can help it!

based off this post if you have not read it already !!

for this one the vote for the poll would contribute to me focusing on getting the first few chapters of the fic done !! i have the series masterlist + prologue finished with parts of chapter one done, but if this series wins the poll then that basically is telling me to sit down and work on it hahah...

[wakasaz]

Caught

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Pairing: Wakasa Imaushi x Benkei Little Sister!Reader

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Not Proof Read

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ WC: 1.4K

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ TW: 18+, MDNI, Age gap, unprotected sex, oral, humiliation?, public sex, pet names, Wakasa being a little shit, I think that's everything.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

It wasn't supposed to happen at all.

You work at the gym with your brother Benkei and his best friend Wakasa. You're pretty sure Wakasa only agreed to hire you because of Benkei. You work the front desk and occasionally clean the equipment, while Benkei and Wakasa teach classes and have one on one personal training with different members of the gym. You're the only girl who is ever here well except for Senju but lately she's hardly here.

The gyms members are mostly delinquents or former ones. Men your brother grew up around or fought at one time. Occasionally you get a random civilian who walks in thinking it's a normal gym but quickly leaves when they see the clientele.

Today was supposed to be like any other day and it was until Benkei left. Claiming he had important Business to take care of and it was urgent. You sit at the desk flipping a magazine while you blow bubbles with your gum and twirl a strand of your hair.

You didn't realize how quiet it has gotten till just now. You look up when you hear the slam of the front door and realize your alone. well not totally. Wakasa is standing across the gym, shirt off, sweat dripping down his chest and a towel around his shoulders as he wipes down the equipment he was just using.

You don't mean to stare and honest you don't even realize you're doing it until

“Oi!” Your eyes widen “just gonna lean against the counter and gawk at me all day little Arashi?”

“I—”

“Didn't know I was looking?” He raises a brow and you bite down on your bum popping the last bubble you blew making a popping sound. As you stand up straight.

“Just going to stand there looking like a deer in head lights or are you going to do your job and come help me clean up so we can leave?”

You nod your head and run over. Grabbing a towel and disinfectant on the way. You go to equipment across from Wakasa and start wiping it down trying to ignore him behind you. You can feel him staring.

Minutes pass in silence then you feel warmth against your back and you feel someone breath against your neck.

“Ever boxed little Arashi?” Wakasa says as he puts his hands on your hips

“W-what?” He chuckles

“Ever spar with anyone? your dear older brother ever show you how to throw a punch or did he just say to call him when you're in trouble?"

He grips your hips tighter

“I can throw a punch!”

He laughs against but this time he spins you around so face you get dizzy then your nose to nose with him. He's smirking at you.

“Show me”

“What?!”

“You hear me Little Arashi. Show. Me” He leans in close when he says the last two words.

“You want me to hit you?”

He's full of laughter now. A laugh you've never heard from him before.

“You think you can?” He tilts his head his hair swaying to the side, raising an eyebrow, smirk widening.

You glare, knitting your eyebrows together and you fist you hand and go to hit him because how dare he think less of you but just as you do he grabs your hand instantly. Stopping the hit like it was nothing. He raises a brow a again and widens his smirk.

“Really? you call that a punch? A kitten could hit harder”

You huff and yank your hand away about to leave because while you might be his employee you didn't sign up for him to pick on you while your older brothers gone.

“In the ring”

“Huh?”

“Get. In. The. Ring.” He points to the boxing ring in the middle of the gym. You're eyes widen and he starts walking over towards it pulling the ropes down. “I'm going to show you how to throw a real punch. Now get over here.”

You do as he says. He helps you in then gets in himself. Both of you discarded your shoes before getting in.

You stand opposite of each other when he explains the basics then tells you to come at him promising to go easy on you and not really hurt you. He blocks every hit like he can see what you are planning before doing it. You're panting and sweaty while he looks bored.

“Is that Really all you can do?” He tilts his head again. You huff and go at him again determined to land one hit even if it doesn't hurt just one. But he shocks you. You yelp when you feel him grab your wrist and yank you forward then you feel him swipe your feet out from under you. You're falling backwards and hit the bottom of the ring but what makes you gasp is Wakasa is on top of you pinning you down. You both bounced when you first hit the ground but now you're pinned down by a solid chest of muscles.

He's so close your noses almost touch, you can feel his breath on your lips. “Benkei really should have taught you to fight. It's dangerous around here especially for someone as pretty as you”

Your eyes widen and then you gasp as you feel his lips touch yours. He using your gasp to his advantage, slipping his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss. Before long you're kissing him back. Your hands end up in his hair and he is grinding against you. Your legs on either side of his waist. You don't know when you spread your legs but right now you don't care to remember.

His hand is At the bottom of your shirt and slips up under it. You can feel the warmth of his palm on your skin and you mean into the kiss.

He's kissing your neck now as his hands play with your tits under your shirt. You're pulling his hair and moaning. Before long you're naked below him and his Head is between your thighs eating you like a man starved. He's licking and biting anywhere his mouth and tongue can reach. Switching back and forth between tongue fucking and finger fucking you.

You're moaning his name as your back arches coming undone on his face as he licks up ever drop like it's gold. He crawls up your body before discarding his workout shorts And boxers. You gasp when he pushing in not expecting him to be as big as he is. He bottoms out and waits for you to adjust before moving. Once you nod he starts thrusting, slow at first but slowing picking up speed.

You're both grabbing onto each other anywhere you can. Mouths all over the other, kissing, licking, and biting. The gym is filled with slapping sounds and moans. Wakasas hand finds your clit and he starts rubbing lazily as you both chase your high.

Wakasa flips you both over putting his hands behind his head “ride me Little Arashi” smirking up at you. You bounce and grind on him his hands going back to hips to help you move. You reach your peak minutes later cumming all over him. You don't remember how many times you have for him tonight too fucked out to care.“What would your brother think? To see his little baby sister getting fucked by his best friend and her cumming all over his mouth and cock”

And just as the words leave his mouth you both hear the door slam open. Your head whips to the door and you cover your chest, eyes wide.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Benkei yells as he storms over

Wakasa lazily pumps up into you from below “you're in my gym Benkei” He says lazily

“You're in my sister!”

Wakasa chuckles as he continues to lazily move. You threw yourself on him, embarrassed, hiding in his neck. “Aw, you're embarrassing her Benkei” you can hear the smirk in his voice.

they continue to argue before Benkei says something about wakasa being a dead man before you're being pulled off him and a jacket being wrapped around you. Next thing you know Benkei is chasing Wakasa around the gym. Wakasa is faster a lot faster. He runs over to you kisses you and says “we aren't don't little Arashi, I'm picking you up at 8” He winks and runs again after hearing Benkei yell he's going to kill him if he doesn't get away from you.

You stand in the middle of the gym in Wakasas jacket. Benkei must of grabbed it and threw it around you watching at Wakasa runs around like an idiot and your older brother screams behind him that he has killed men for less. But you just stand there smiling remembering how Wakasa gave you several of the best orgasms you've Ever had.

[coolwyous]

Ok, hear me out: SpiderMeg.

chat be honest is there a spidermeg fic already out there..... bc if not i may start thinking villainous thoughts..... for now this is where my head is at!!

she's old fashioned and hates bluetooth, she much prefers wired headphones plugged into her phone, always blasting her favorite song "time to pretend" by MGMT. she saves you a spot on the bus when you guys head to your internship together at the same labcorp office, and she's always offering you a banana or something with a cute little fun fact to go with it. "you'll cramp if you don't get enough potassium, did you know the kind of potassium in bananas actually makes them mildly radioactive? but it's not enough to kill us, 'cause humans are pretty strong, but oh speaking of strong, can you believe how strong spider silk is?" and you laugh and have to remind her that she's rambling again, as she always tends to do. she's dorky, as she always has been, and you sort of love how clueless she is when it comes to interactions with other people. what you don't know about your favorite sweet, dorky megan, is that she admires you, and she has no clue how to take your friendship any further than that, but it's not exactly clear that she'd have time to do so anyways— as soon as the shift at the internship is over, she's swinging through the city in that iconic red suit, a mental map in her head of the place where she's grown up and a chip on her shoulder to keep it safe. she webs bad guys up with her dumb little brainrotted one liners ("respectfully, your villain arc is mid at best, bro") and does what she can to give back to the community. she ends every night shift with a quick visit past your window, always making sure your neighborhood is safe and sound before making it back to her own place, off to tinker with another device to make her vigilanteism even easier. she's undeniably awkward when you ask her why her hand is all wrapped up ("oh, you should see the other guy. that'll teach my stupid shower to be so slippery, really taught him a lesson") or why she's wincing in pain when you two are on your lunch break ("i think i might be allergic to only seeing you once a day, that's crazy") but you always chalk it up to megan, dorky, goofy megan, just being an awkward person. you could never, in a million years, imagine that this girl is the sweeping hero that has saved so many lives in the span of just a few months. (bonus: reader's dad is the editor in chief of the daily bugle and hates spidermenace w a burning passion <3)

[qmrzi]

NAIVE ; XU MINGHAO.

PAIRING; xu minghao x fem!reader

GENRE; angst, contains toxic topics like kidnapping and obsession, texts at the end.

WARNS; i repeat, contains toxic/sensitive topics, obsessed ex!minghao, stalking, minghao slaps reader, gore??, minghao is just crazy, humiliation, tell me if i missed somthing.

ABOUT; after you broke up with your toxic ex of one year, you thought you're finally free, but you are so, so wrong.

WORD COUNT; 882.

A/N; i woke up and chose violence. I might write things like that for the other members cuz why not?

If you knew the man you were deeply in love with a year ago was a literal psycho, you'd for sure do anything but not meet him.

Yes, you knew about the “rumors" that say he's a crazy man, a toxic one. But you brushed them off and said, “No one can be that crazy, right?" No, you were wrong.

The year you spent together was total chaos— him getting jealous over little things, picking fights over nothing, and being over possessive.

You finally listened to your friends and broke up with him because you were truly sick of him. Surprisingly, he was quiet the whole time and let you go without any arguments and shit. You missed how freedom felt before you knew him.

After two weeks, you finally started sleeping well knowing he woke up to his senses and moved on— but oh, you were so wrong.

It first started with seeing him randomly in public, even though you changed cities. Then, getting messages from unknown numbers became a daily routine. They nearly made you shit your pants, and blocking numbers and changing numbers didn't help at all.

You tried getting the police involved, but they can't do anything since “they can't track an unknown number and the person behind it uses VPN blah blah blah.” Let's not say that you can't just blame anyone —specifically your ex, minghao— even when you're 100% sure they're the one behind all of this. You lost hope.

You could not stay alone in your apartment anymore, always having a friend over or staying out. Still getting messages like “who's that asshole?" whenever you have someone over.

You lost it completely when the unknown number sent you a picture of yourself sleeping in your room. That was the last straw.

You couldn't afford to move out again, so your friend offered to move in with them until you could ‘sort’ things out, and you did.

Everything seemed normal for a while, even if you still have nightmares from now and then. But, peace didn't last long.

You were walking home after your work shift, the atmosphere was thick— you're sure that there were a pair of eyes watching you from afar. You tried your best to walk faster and walk in crowded places. But the streets were so empty that–

A cloth was placed over your face.

You didn't have time to even react and you've already fallen asleep.

You wake up after what feels like forever. You find yourself trapped on a chair in the middle of an empty, dark, dirty room that feels like it's haunted. Your arms are cuffed behind your back, and your legs are tied together.

Panic filled you up, your breath became irregular, and you couldn't breathe well; your fear grew second by second, your eyes teary, regretting even the day you were born.

The door in front of you suddenly opened, revealing the person who made your life a literal hell, minghao.

“Long time no see, love.” minghao greeted, a creepy smile forming on his face. Chills creep down your spine; of all the people who could kidnap you, it had to be minghao. Luck is not at your side at all.

You choked on your own breath, your heart skipping a beat out of fear. Minghao dragged another chair from the corner of the room and placed it in front of you and sat on it.

“What's up with this grumpy face? You didn't miss me?" minghao pouted with those plumb lips you were obsessed with, now you wanna cut them and feed them to the dogs.

“W-what do you want f-from me?” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks. No matter how many times you told yourself to sound tough, you really couldn't.

“Just claiming what's mine.” minghao claimed possessively, his tone dropped to a darker one— a creepier one.

minghao stood up and leaned closer to you, cupping your cheek with his cold hand and wiping your tears with his thumb. You're disgusted with yourself, you wanna rip your skin that he touched, you wanna vomit.

“So pretty being under my mercy." He whispered, digging a hole with his eyes through you. His thumb moved down to your lower lip, touching it so gently you almost forgot that he's a psycho, you need to get away from him.

You moved your head away, squirting in your seat. “Stay away from me–"

Slap.

A slap landed on your cheek the minute you talked. His expression turned into a mad one. The slap was so strong that it's burning you now, so sure that it'll leave a mark.

minghao lifted your chin harshly, making you look at him. “Listen here," he spat, looking at you with eyes almost red from anger. “Don't test my patience. I can't control myself when someone is being a brat. Understood?”

You can't form a sentence anymore, fear occupied you completely. Now you really believed the rumors around him.

“Good girl," He whispered. That creepy smile formed on his face again. “Let's go home now, hm?"

He placed another cloth on your face. You didn't fight back this time, you accepted your fate.

You can't escape this time, not when minghao completely lost it. He won't let you go easily now.

Belongs to @qmrzi , DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND CREDIT.

[miodiodavinci]

i'm still working on my PV for today, but perhaps in the meantime you can enjoy the remnants of my scrapped anniversary plans from earlier in the year w

at the very least, should i ever choose to return, i'll at least have one ZOLA's hair and faceup done ! ! !