#anyway yeah i'm going to bed so. hopefully you'll make your way out‚ and there won't be any more added for a long time :] 👍

[le-velo-pour-dru]

Dru i want to escape the dallon nexus

Heheheheeeeeeeeeeee, you will never >:D I'm going to bed now though, so you may experience a brief respite from it while I'm asleep <3

[heavyhitterheaux]

No Judgments

See Me Through You Blurb

Synopsis: You and Joe do the 'We listen and don't judge' TikTok challenge 🤭

Pairing: Husband!Joe Burrow x Wife!Reader

Requested by: a few gorgeous anons 💕

Series Masterlist

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After wiping your mouth and rinsing it out with mouthwash from your sudden episode of morning sickness, you made your way back into the bedroom where your husband was still peacefully sleeping.

You attempted to climb back into the bed without waking him up, but feeling the weight shift made him flutter his eyes open. Joe had never been a really deep sleeper, but since he found out you were pregnant, usually he wakes up at the smallest noise and it left you surprised this morning when he didn’t feel you get out of bed the first time.

“Baby, you okay?” He asked as he pulled you towards him so he could wrap his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Your children won't let me be great and made me throw up again.” You quietly answered and you had now grown frustrated since it seemed like the morning sickness wasn't only happening in the morning, but throughout the day.

“You want me to make you some tea?”

“Yes, please. I'm miserable.”

Joe then placed his hand on your belly and began to rub small circles on it as he noticed that your bump was actually starting to show.

“Babies, stop making mommy sick so she can sleep. Daddy’s orders.”

“Hopefully they'll listen to you because clearly they pay me no attention.”

“When they hear ‘the voice’ for the first time, they're going to be running for their lives.” Joe said, referring to the first time he heard it and made sure to stay out of your way for the rest of the day.

“I still to this day have no idea what you are talking about when you say that.”

“It's a voice you make when you get really annoyed. Ask Ja'Marr, he'll back me up.”

“I just think you two are being dramatic.”

“Says the most dramatic person in the room….”

“Husband! Take it back!”

“Nope, it's facts and I'm not going to lie to you.”

All you did was roll your eyes in response as Joe raised his eyebrows at you.

“Don't catch an attitude with me because it's something you didn't want to hear. Fix your face.”

“I'll fix mine if you let me ride yours.”

“I… These pregnancy hormones are giving me a run for my money and got me fighting for my damn life. One thing at a time and let's get your nausea under control first.”

Later on in the day, when Joe was sitting at the island in the kitchen, you went and sat next to him while setting up your phone. He quickly noticed and looked over at you.

“Whatever it is, no.”

“But baby! Pleaseeee?!”

You knew Joe hated being in front of a camera, but you loved doing TikTok challenges with him from time to time.

Sighing and finally giving in, he put his phone down to give you his undivided attention.

“Okay, what are we doing?”

“We listen and we don't judge challenge. I sent you a few so you would have an example to know what to do.”

“Only because it's you. Let's get this over with.”

“Yay! And I want you to go first.” You told him as you pressed record.

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“When I feel like I'm getting sick, I act like I'm so drained so I can't do anything so you'll baby me.” Joe was the first one up and smiled at you when he was finished.

“What the? I baby you anyway! Like 98% of the time.”

“AHT! No judging. You just take it to a different level. Moving on.”

“You are literally MY baby though. My 6’4 baby and I'm 4'11, but who's to say anything about that? I love you bad and I see you're using it to your advantage.”

“To get endless cuddles from my wife? Hell yeah I'm taking advantage of it.”

“Okay, next.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“So after you fall asleep since your bedtime is like 6 pm.. like a grandpa…” You started to say, but was immediately interrupted.

“9 during the season!”

“Stop interrupting me, husband! After you fall asleep, I go and buy things on your phone and make sure to delete the notifications so you don't find out.”

“BABY!”

“HEY! I BUY YOU THINGS TOO!”

“And you hide the packages too because I literally never see any of them.”

“Hmm, maybe.”

“Fine. Keep your secrets.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“When we were at LSU and we were just friends, I memorized your schedule and knew you had a lot of late classes and I would purposely wait for you if it was dark outside to walk you to your car to make sure you were safe. And it gave me a chance to spend more time with you.”

“So, that's why it seemed like you were always around? Aww, you love me!” You told him as you pinched his cheek.

“And don't you ever forget it.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“During last season when I saw you wore THOSE PANTS, yes you know the ones I'm talking about, after I specifically told you not to because they looked crazy and you wore them anyway, you kept asking if I've seen them but I hid them somewhere in our house and they have been hidden for so long that I forgot their location.”

“I LOVE THOSE PANTS, BABE!”

“THEY ARE HIDEOUS, BABY. NO!”

“I'm making it my mission later to find my pants.”

“I know Ja'Marr probably bought you those ugly ass pants.”

“AHT! You're judging!”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“When you're mad at me, I purposely go into the cabinet and make all of the jar lids tighter so you have to come and talk to me.” Joe confessed and you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms at the same time.

“SERIOUSLY? And here I am thinking I'm a weak bitch! I can lift almost as heavy as you can! And a jar lid is what does me in?!?”

“Works every time.”

“I'm going to have to do it myself next time.”

“Like that will ever happen…” Joe said and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“Okay, so….” You started to say as you glanced at Joe and he sighed knowing that something crazy and out of pocket was about to come out of your mouth.

“Oh shit, here we go.”

“Sometimes, I purposely piss you off and I don't know that you know you do this but your voice gets deeper and it turns me on so bad. Like your voice by itself turns me on, but when you get mad, whew. Sign me up for EVERY position. It's happening now and I'm just thinking about it. Gets your girl all hot and bothered.” You quietly said as Joe stared at you since you were now squirming in your chair and trying to keep your legs as tight as possible.

“Are you seriously squirming over there? And I’m not surprised by this in the slightest. Just wait until we're finished with this, I'm about to turn you every way but loose. And hold on! I thought we were keeping this PG!?” He asked as he leaned over and kissed you.

“Don't threaten me with a good time and when are the videos we do ever PG? Especially when it's something like this? And don't get me started because I will literally rip off your clothes at this very moment.”

“Good point and see? And that's why you're pregnant now.”

“Because my husband is fine as hell and I'll fu-” Joe's eyes went wide as he promptly covered your mouth with his hand and in protest, you licked it, making him look at you dumbfounded.

“No! Do not finish that sentence. This is really about to turn into something else if you don't stop. And did you just lick my hand!?”

“I wanna lick something else too, but I'll save that for when we turn the camera off.” You tried to whisper, but failed miserably.

“BABY QUIT IT!” Joe pleaded and all you did was shrug.

“I was like this before you married me and you should have known that once this ring was on my finger, I was about to be ten times worse.”

“Hmm, that's putting it lightly.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“I hide some of your perfumes so that you'll only use my favorite ones that I've bought for you.”

“Babe! How many have you hidden!? And here I am thinking that I've lost them!”

“Hmm, not telling.”

“You're annoying.”

“I'm cute and you love me.”

“Survey says that both of those responses are correct.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“So, when you got hurt during your rookie year, I was watching the game and saw it happen and my heart immediately dropped. Because we literally had an argument hours before that game and we weren't talking and now I think back on it, I had no idea what the argument was about. But, I low-key felt that you getting hurt was somehow my fault. I remember packing my things and getting on a plane and crying the entire way there and I honestly didn't know if you wanted to see me at that point. Because I had sent you a text right before the game and you didn't respond. And to this day, I still feel like that.”

It was quiet for a few seconds before Joe said anything.

“That… baby that wasn't your fault. It was a bad hit. And of course I wanted to see you. You were actually the first person I asked for. I never knew you felt like that.”

“I hate seeing you in pain and I…. I'm about to cry again.”

“I can tell, hormones.” Joe replied as he wiped your eyes for you.

“But I came back from it because of you and how you helped me. You being there was enough. You love me bad, don't you?” He asked as he was trying to get you to smile.

“So much, and you know it.”

“We listen and we don't judge.”

“Ever since you told me you were pregnant, I watch you until you fall asleep to make sure you’re okay. Doesn't matter how long it takes or if I have to get up early. You're my priority.”

“And, I'm about to cry again. Damn these hormones.”

“You are literally MY person and I don't know what I'd do without you.”

“Ladies, get you a husband who treats you like the queen you are every day because….. shoutout to Jimmy and Robin because the two of them gave me one of the best things that ever happened to me.”

“Wait… ONE of the best things? I'm not THE best thing!?”

“Hmm, you're top five.” You replied as you shrugged.

“Uh? You mean number one?”

“If it makes you feel better, the top five things all have to do with you.”

“That sounds suspicious, but I'll let it slide for now.”

“I love you Joseph Lee Burrow!” You exclaimed as you kissed his cheek and wrapped your arms around him.

“Stop trying to change the subject and I know for a damn fact you didn't just call me by my full name. I get anxious when you do that.”

“Wait, huh?”

“We've gone over this a million times. My name is BABY to you. When it comes to you I don't know who Joseph is.”

“And he calls me the dramatic one.”

[ssentimentals]

hellooo!!! can i request prompt #12 with wonwoo, i think by now we’ve all seen how crazy wonwoo’s bed hair is😭 i wonder how he’d feel letting reader see it for the first time or just what they think of it in general!!

hellooo! ahahah yeah, that suits wonwoo very well!! makes me happy when prompts are very certain member coded :) thank you for requesting! 💜 hopefully you will like it!

fluff prompt: 'i love your bedhead.'

wonwoo is not dramatic. at least he likes to think that he's not; but even he can admit that right now he's being a little - just a little! - dramatic over this thing. but it's important - he wants to maintain certain image around you. every single voice in wonwoo's head screams at him that you will like him regardless of how he looks, but there is one tiny doubt he has and that tiny doubt is the reason why he's stuck in the bathroom for the past ten minutes now.

'woo?' you call out. 'is everything okay?'

a very legit question to ask, but wonwoo still cringes: 'ugh- yeah.'

'that did not come out very confident,' you point out and then he can hear shuffling and next time yuo open your mouth, your voice sounds much closer like you're leaning on the door: 'baby, is everything okay? do you need something?'

wonwoo thinks he has the best, sweetest girlfriend. he also thinks that he is being unnecessarily dramatic over staying at yours for the night for the first time ever. 'no, it's all good, love. i'm just doing my hair. you can come in, by the way.'

the door creaks and you enter with puzzled expression on your face. 'what's wrong with your hair?'

wonwoo is too focused on you looking incredibly cute in your christmas themed pjs that he doesn't catch the question at first; he blinks back to you, when you step very close, brushing his hand with yours. 'so what's up with your hair? i didn't know you had some night routine thing.'

he doesn't. he never did but you can't possibly see him with his bedhead in the morning because then you will run away and fall out of love with him. yeah, maybe he is being dramatic. 'i'm just thinking of ways how to comb my hair so in the morning it won't scare you away.'

he hopes it sounds like a joke but judging by your raised eyebrow and no smile, he didn't really land it correctly. 'i love your bedhead,' you say surely, which is cute, it really is, but-

'you've never seen my bedhead.' wonwoo points out rightfully.

you shrug. 'and? i will love it anyway.' you lean in, smiling at him sweetly. 'woo, don't overthink it. it's you, okay? i'll love your bedhead, i promise.'

that tiny doubt which used to lead his brain into this stupid predicament slowly melts away, disappears under the weight of your assureness. and he can tell that you're sincere, which makes everything even better. so he takes a deep breath and smiles: 'okay. let's go to bed then?'

you perk up, nodding. 'yes! left side is mine!'

left side is also his, but wonwoo only nods, eager to let you always take his favorite side of the bed as long as you'll have him. which he hopes is forever.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

[daenysx]

requesting for one 1k celebration (ik it's late and it's totally okay if you decide not to write it, congratulations on it anyway!!) but rockstar!reader with either fan or bodyguard!james??? idk, take this any way you want, i'm giving you the wheel

i loved this request so much and i tried my best so hopefully you'll enjoy!! thank you for requesting, love u♡ you can send james potter requests if you have one!

bodyguard!james potter x rockstar!reader, you and james can't keep your feelings secret anymore

brave enough

you like the hotel room but it's boring to spend all night in.

the concert was quite satisfying and it went smoothly. you know you're getting more and more popular each day; followed by paparazzi almost everywhere, interviewed by important channels that people talk about on twitter, having fan accounts on instagram. you feel a sense of joy and fear at the same time. it's scary to be famous but you enjoy sharing your songs with people, you like the way their eyes shine when you start singing. most of the time you think it's worth being a bit scared.

this is where your security team joins the picture. you are being protected by a team of bodyguards, they are silent but effective. sometimes you feel too important when you walk into a crowded space with the team covering everywhere but most of the time it doesn't feel normal. it feels so silly to be needing protection unlike a normal person. you should be past that. you should realize your position in this world as a famous rockstar and probably should be grateful to these people who never let anything bad happen to you.

shaking redundant thoughts away, you put on some comfy clothes, a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt. you only take your wallet and your phone before leaving the room, airpods tucked nicely in your pocket just in case. you check how you look on the mirror at the bathroom and the sight is just like you imagined, exhaustedly happy with a crooked smile and tired eyes.

you knock on the door across yours. you are sure james will open it in two seconds. he does that exactly but the sight in front of you makes you look at your shoes shyly without thinking- he's shirtless.

"hey." james says, casually. "something wrong?"

he's always asking that firstly, the head of your security team. he's huge, all muscles and tall, you have seen too many comments on instagram saying how hot he looks. well, he does. he really is good looking, you'd have to be blind to not realize it. he has lovely eyes and a big smile when he tries to be comforting, huge hands and a perfect chest. james potter is someone's dream guy, you are sure of it.

"no." you say, eyes still looking anywhere but him. "nothing, i just- i got bored, thought maybe we could go out. you can put on your shirt- if you want, i can wait."

james takes a step back to let you in. you follow his lead, the room smells like his cologne and hints of aftershave. it's making your legs shaky, you sit on the couch as he takes his shirt from the bed and puts it on.

"you wanna go out?" he asks with a gentle voice. things with him has always been this sweet, not like a regular boss-employee relationship. you know he cares about you, he's like a friend who's always been around, who you can always fall in love with if you ever take that dangerous step.

you nod at his question. he puts on his glasses and looks like himself again. "i wanted some fresh air, and i'm a bit hungry. maybe we can get chicken nuggets from the place in the corner?"

james thinks about it for a moment. it feels weird, like you're asking for his permission to go out but it's far from the truth. you need james's opinion before leaving a secure place because he knows the best. he knows the danger, the press, the paparazzi. if he says you should stay in, you probably should listen. still, you're hoping he'll say yes to going out with you.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart." he says. "i think we should stay at the hotel tonight."

"yeah?" you ask. you can't help but feel a bit upset, you are tired because of your busy schedule but you want to hang out sometimes. you want to be anywhere you want any time without worrying. it would be so nice, to be out with james, just eating and drinking. you could tell him all about your new album. you could tell stupid jokes to him, you could make him smile. now that your voice sounds sad, james flinches just a little bit. he comes to your side with a few short steps.

"i'm really sorry." he says. he kneels in front of you to make an eye contact. "you just had a show and i think it's better if we stay out of sight for now."

you nod, give him a smile to let him know it's okay. "i'll go back to my room then. you should get some rest, you've been working all night long."

you stand up to go but james is quicker. he holds your hand, your fingers go lax in his palm. he is on his feet again, looking at you with a promising pair of eyes.

"do you want to stay here? we can order chicken nuggets and sit in the balcony."

the idea is tempting but you really don't want to waste james's resting time. "it's okay, james. you probably should get some sleep before we leave tomorrow morning."

"sweetheart." he says, his voice is so soft you could crumble under it. "please. would you like to spend some time with me?"

you nod this time, how could you resist his sweet voice? james orders take out as you go sit in the balcony, the night air is chill and you can see a few stars. it's quiet and nice, you close your eyes to the breeze you feel on your skin.

james comes in, wearing a hoodie. he has one in his hand too, he gives you the hoodie, hoping you'll accept. you take it, thanking him silently before wearing it. he sits next to you, comfortable silence fills the air as you wait for food. you look so pretty in the hoodie, james almost doesn't hear the knock on the door. he is quick to leave the balcony, shaking his head as if he's trying to stop thinking something he shouldn't.

he comes back with the food and two huge paper cups of iced tea. you help him settle the paper bags down on the little table, he ordered nuggets and different kinds of sauces he's sure you like. you take a sip from your drink, coldness of it gives a relief to your throat. james does the same, you both start eating silently.

maybe it'd be uncomfortable if it were someone else, just sitting and eating without saying much but this is james you are here with. no matter what the situation is his presence is always comforting and warm. you adore how cool he is, how kind.

"so," you start, breaking the silence. "did you enjoy the show tonight?"

james smiles. "of course i did. you know your way around that stage, you know? i always enjoy seeing you sing."

"thank you, james." you say with a soft voice.

"you are-" he starts, "you really are something else."

you stop drinking for a second to see his eyes. he sounds like he's confessing a big secret but it's not the first time james has complimented you, so you are not sure why his voice comes out like that.

"jamie?"

"everything stops when you sing, when you dance on the stage like you always do. i see people's faces, how they admire you, how they follow your every step. my face must look like theirs i believe, just- like your biggest fan."

you give him the loveliest smile you can manage, how dare he says such a beautiful thing? he smiles back, it's full of admiration and pride. he's proud of you, you realize. he's always been around, always been there for you. he's been fierce and brave, faced every little thing that bothered you like the strong man he is. your chest fills with something you can't identify.

"well," you wander around the words. "you're my favorite fan and that puts you in the most special place."

james chuckles, you are losing your mind. you forget everything for a second, who you are and who he is.

"james, i-"

"angel." he says. "it's okay."

he has no right to do that. he has no right to make your heart beat faster and say that it's okay. you feel like you should do something, say something to end this misery. you both stop eating, the wind passes through your hair. james still looks at you with an undeniable affection.

"i'm not trying to mess with your mind, i promise." he says quietly. "but i'm not strong enough to keep everything in me, i just- i'm sorry if i'm making you uncomfortable."

"no, no, of course you're not." you say quickly. "it's just- i don't want to be delusional, james. i don't want to imagine things."

james reaches for your hand. the short distance between you disappears as he leans for your cheek. he gives you the softest kiss, you can't breathe when he does that. he leans back into his chair, your hand still in his hand.

"you're not imagining things." he says. "i don't know if i should be brave enough to tell you something i can't take back."

your fingers move a bit, but james doesn't let go. "you should." you say, firmer than ever. "you should be brave. i believe it's in the job description."

he pulls your hand to himself, makes you stand up and fall back to his lap. your heartbeat goes faster, he holds you gently.

"i'm mad for you." he says, looking deep into your eyes. "i'm willing to take any risk if you want me to. i'd do anything to protect you, and it's not only because i'm your bodyguard."

you settle down on his lap, holding one of his hands and stroking his knuckles. "can i kiss you?" you ask, not too shy but a bit hesitant.

james nods, and he cups your cheek. his thumb rubs your jawline, you cover his lips with yours. the kiss is better than you imagine, he is the only thing in your mind. suddenly, you feel how dangerous he is; you can write hundreds of songs about this kiss, about james. he has the power to invade your mind and he isn't shy about it. he is a fierce kisser, uses his hands and lips in a way that makes you melt.

his tongue meets yours and it's the best thing at that moment. james sucks your bottom lip, he doesn't break the kiss until you pull yourself back. you press small kisses on his cheeks, his sharp jaw is prominent under your mouth. he breathes faster, the tip of his nose rubbing on your cheek.

"what if someone sees us here?" you ask, playfully. his hand around your thigh tightens.

he pushes your hair back. "it's too dark here for anyone to recognize us. do you think i'd put you in that kind of situation?"

his tone matches yours. "i think you'll have to put me in that kind of situation eventually." you say, kissing his lips again. "i'm not worried, james. i like you too much to be worried."

"i'll protect you." he says, so serious and so lovely. "i won't let anybody hurt you."

"i know, baby." you say, and james visibly loves the word baby coming out of your lips.

he can only kiss you more after that. the night is long and it's full of promises, you are both so tired to think. it will be okay, you know that. it should be okay when he kisses you like this, like you are the most precious thing in the world. you kiss him back, trying to be brave enough for his heart. for now, it's good. james will make sure it'll be better.

[sunnyie-eve]

47 | Chaos

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: telling secrets

| MASTERLIST |

"Guys it's time! He's back!" Dani shouts looking over at Chris.

"Me." He smiles so they both yell, "I hate using my last name when I'm alone. You hear Sturniolo, you expect three people." He explains to her.

"Not this time."

"Just me." He smiles.

"I already did the other two and now I'm doing you again."

Chris nods his head before chuckling a bit, "Crazy wording, Dani."

"I-, Okay, sorry. That's what she said. No, like, I'm..." She was lost for words not knowing how to fix what she said.

"I don't think there's any recovering from that one." Chris tells her as she just stares at him.

"Only if they knew." Dani smiles, "That's funny for us."

"Do we tell?" He makes a face then glances at the camera raising his eyebrows.

"I don't care." She says not caring anymore honestly.

"Really?" He was surprised, "Is that smart? Fuck it." He thinks barely for a second.

"Before we cause chaos, I got you a drink." She pulls out a Pepsi for him.

"This will help." He takes it from her.

"I know it will." They both laugh..

"Are you ready?" He looks at her, "I can't believe we're actually about to tell everyone our business."

"Yeah, but people  wanna know what happened between us."

"It's mainly because of that one joke I said when we filmed at your parents house." He points out, "That was an inappropriate joke to tell a friend." He says what he read many times, "But we laugh about it. The only reason I don't want to is you'll get hate."

"Dude, too late." She laughs at him, "People already hate me."

"Hopefully people will realize that we are completely fine after what happened." Chris says before taking a breath in, "So I asked Dani out in front of her parents. I put her in the spotlight when we were all waiting for dinner." Chris tells the viewers, "And I'm still sorry for that." He looks at Dani.

She nods her head, "So I had to take him outside." She turns her head to look at him.

"Yeah, and then you turned me down." He nods his head before looking at her again and she shrugs her shoulders, "Wow." He knew she was playing with him.

"But we joke about it now." Dani tells the viewers pulling out cups for the sodas.

"You fit that whole can in there?" Chris was shocked because he failed at doing it.

"That's what she said. Ohh that was good." She laughs at herself.

"You were way too proud of that." He laughs at her.

"But like I said, you missed your shot."

Chris laughs, "Don't remind me."

"We work better this way." She takes a sip of her drink.

"We really do." He agrees and entirely means it.

"Yep. Chaotic duo."

"I prefer Datt." He pours the rest of his soda into his cup causing Dani to snap her heads towards him.

"Hey. Hey!" She gives him a look.

"Just saying." He shrugs his shoulders now.

"Hey. Let's not. Okay."

"Even in a platonic way y'all are soulmates." He tells her.

"Okay, but let's not do this because viewers would lose it more than what they just found out from us. And nothing is even going on with him and nothing never has unlike us." She explains before they wrap up the video.

Getting back home, Dani goes to take a shower so she could relax for the rest of the day. Afterwards she dressed in a pajama set to be comfy then goes to Matt's room to see what he was doing. As soon as she walked in, Matt paused his game to look over at her.

"Aww, cute pajamas. All teddy bears. What are you ten?" He laughs so she grabs his pillow off his bed to hit him with. "I said cute." He takes the pillow from her.

"And that I'm ten years old." She adds before plopping onto his bed then falling back.

"Anyways, how was it with Chris?" He gets up to sit next to her on his bed.

"When it gets uploaded people are gonna go crazy..." She gives him a smile.

"Why?" He gives her a look.

"Umm, we told everyone that Chris asked me out in the past." She watches his face, "I'm just tired of everyone asking what happened since we all keep talking about it. Sooo, I just decided to tell them. Chris didn't want to because of the hate I will get but I already get it so oh well."

"Was that smart? I think you might get more hate for saying no than actually if you said yes."

Dani shrugs her shoulders, "I'm gonna get hate as long as I know you guys. I don't care anymore."

"I want you to get as little as possible though and now it's gonna sky rocket."

Dani closed the distance between the in one smooth motion, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down to her. The surprise on his face quickly melted into something darker, more intense, as her lips crashed into his. The kiss was anything but gentle as Matt's hands slid under the fabric of her shirt. His fingers tracing patterns along her hips, a gentle yet possessive hold. Dani tangles her fingers in his hair, feeling the soft strands between her fingertips as she tilts his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. 

"I swear if either of them walk in here..." Matt says into the kiss causing Dani to pull out of the kiss by turning her head away to laugh.

"As least my door as a lock."

"I wasn't the one who started this in my room." He tickles her side a bit and to stop him she cups his face in both hands.

"You never kiss me first except for our first one." She adds before capturing his lips in a kiss.

The kiss becomes a dance of shared affection. His lips molded against hers with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new. His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. There was a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the depth of his emotions.

"BUG! BUG! BUG! HELP!" They get interrupted by Nick yelling in the living room.

They both groan getting up to go help him, "He could've ran in here so it's not the worst way to be interrupted." Dani says before opening the door.

"True."

[angel-in-shibari]

older stronger abusive sadistic cellmate gf:

"if you scream, they're just gonna send you to Ad Seg for your 'protection'. so don't even bother, dumbass"

"hey dumbass, you still didn't pay me back for the coffee I gave you yesterday. you better pay up now. I don't care if your commissary account is empty. I guess you'll just hafta pay me back... another way~"

"oh yeah? what're the guards gonna do? I ain't scared of them. I can pin you against the wall and they won't give a shit"

"showering by yourself? how do you know someone won't try to shank you in the bathroom? no, you need my protection. of course I'm getting naked. we're taking a shower together, baby girl."

"nope. you don't get the top bunk. or the bottom bunk either. you sleep on the floor. I don't care if it's freezing cold concrete. bitches like you don't deserve to sleep on a bed"

"shhhhh don't yell, dumbass. I stole a guard's handcuffs. don't worry, you're fine. I just cuffed you to my bunk. awww, poor baby. don't cry. just go back to sleep. lemme play with you a bit longer"

"so you get out in a few weeks? damn. I still have 40 months left. that sucks. I bet you're gonna miss me. or... here's a thought. what if you stayed here longer? you'd want that, wouldn't you baby girl? of course you would. you'd do anything I say. right? yeah, that's what I thought. so go ahead and punch that guard over there right in her dumb face. because I told you to, that's why! don't you wanna stay with me? then do what I fucking told you to! I don't care if you think you're throwing away your life by staying here. I've seen the way you worship me. I know how obsessed you are with me. trust me, I'm way better than any one else on the outside. who would even want you anyway? an ex-con, a criminal, a dyke, a complete fucking pushover. are you seriously gonna let everyone walk all over you for the rest of your life? or are you going to do what I tell you to?"

"wow, I can't believe you actually did that! and you got 5 years added to your sentence? that's hilarious! yeah, so funny thing... I actually lied about my own sentence. I didn't have 40 months left. I actually only have four. hey, but it's okay. after I'm gone, I'm sure you'll get another cool cellmate. hopefully someone who won't try and kill you the first chance they get. what.... you love me? jeez, when did you get all sentimental all of a sudden? hey, it's not my fault! I didn't think you'd actually do it. I was just playing around. it's your own fault for believing me. haven't you learned by now, baby girl? you can't let people push you around and tell you what to do. it doesn't matter if it's cops, your boss, or even people you think you love. you're such a dumbass. and to think you were originally in here for just 14 months because of a stupid drug possession charge. you really threw away your life because you wanted to be with me? that's so fucking pathetic."

"oh stop fucking crying, dumbass. it's not the end of the world. hey, maybe when you get out in five years, we can meet up and get coffee or something? okay, that's enough. now you're just making me feel bad. I told you already, it's your own fault. okay, you know what? I know Officer Smith. I can probably bribe her to drop the charge and get your original release date back. but only if you do something for me. strip. I said 'strip', dumbass. yes, get naked, right here right now. I don't care if anyone sees us. now on your knees. aww that's just adorable. look at you. no, shut up. puppies don't talk. they bark. so bark for me puppy. I said bark! awww that's perfect. you're nothing but a dog. you're just my prison bitch, are you? awww, so pathetic. you'd do anything I tell you to. take my pants off. that's right. good girl. underwear too. nope, stop. don't use your hands. use your teeth. awww, good puppy. so good at obeying me. eat me out. you heard me. what, did you seriously think you were just gonna stare at me? you're such a fucking dumbass. if you're asking me for a favor, you need to give me something first. you've been in prison for almost 14 months. how do you not know this already? fucking dumbass. eat me out, now. oh, god.... that's so good. you've got a killer tongue, puppy. you feel so fucking good. isn't this embarrassing? just the thought that anyone could look into our cell, and see you naked and on your knees, eating me out like the pathetic little bitch you are? isn't that just so fucking hot? oh, fuck! don't stop! keep going, bitch! stop fucking struggling! I don't care if you can't breathe! you'll breathe once I cum! keep going! don't stop! don't stop! don't... fuck! holy fuck! wow... okay.... just....... wow......... good girl. good puppy. you did such a good job. get up on the bunk. come snuggle with me, puppy. you did so good. you're such a good little puppy for me. thank you. you were amazing. okay, fine... I'll talk to Officer Smith, and get her to reduce your sentence. on one condition. once you get out, you better wait for me. you hear me? I got four months left, and I don't want any other dykes tryna take you from me, ya hear? you're mine. no one else's.

wow okay this started out as a dumb meme thing but ended up becoming a whole fucking story. okay then... lmao. I might fix this up and post it as a script to GWA or something. anyway, hope you liked this lmao!

[mediocreanomaly]

i'm so normal. can i request a part 2 to the knives/reader soulmate au? im just so curious how it'd go, hdjdjnd

Authors Note: Non-Normal Knives kisser spotted.

Kidding! yes of course I shall make you a pt.2 (guys am I the Trigun Soulmate guy now? I'm not complaining it's just a bit funny to me, let me infect you with Trigun soulmate au now...)

*Not NSFW but a slightly "spicy" scene at the end (jesus I'm old do people still say spicy unironically? guys I mean it ironically I swear-)*

Read Part 1 Here!

Knives X Reader Soulmate AU Pt.2

•It's a painstaking process, both literally and metaphorically, as Knives recovers

•You feel awful. Your body vaguely burns everywhere, Knives is incapacitated, and the fact it's Legato who sits like a hawk watching over the two of you not yet trusting of your intentions doesn't exactly ease any of your stress

•It's a bit tedious dodging the blue haired mans constant questioning not quite ready to say "hey you know the most feared man in all of Gunsmoke who hates the idea of soulmates is actually my soulmate?" yeah sounds awful.

•So you sit dutifully day and night rewrapping wounds and running your fingers through Knives's hair appreciating that he at least seems to heal much quicker than humans do so hopefully this aching burn will subside quickly

•When he finally wakes up it's, of course, the one time you leave the room to go get something to eat. You almost imagine the dammed plant planned this even though you know it's not the case

•You stand in the door way...saying nothing. The two of you had become close before, was close the right word? but now you felt awkward and out of place watching Knives' cold blue eyes stare a hole into you

"Legato says you haven't left my side" he says, it's more of a statement than a question but you'll bite

"Yes." You say simply, not making a move as if dealing with a wild animal that's ready to pounce

"Why?" He's searching you as if looking for something or...no he's watching you like he's waiting to catch you in a lie

"I think you already know" Is all you can manage. You stay still, waiting for sharpness of metal, you just hope it'll be quick. You weren't stupid, you knew Knives didn't want a soulmate, so there wasn't much to do than to accept the fate the universe had laid out for you. You close you eyes and wait....and wait....and- wasn't he going to kill you?

You peek your eyes open to see Knives watching you with a furrowed brow. You have to admit he looks oddly cute like this despite the fact your life is most certainly in danger.

He stares, as if perplexed by you then scoffs

"This is ridiculous. I'd never be bound to a human like you" he states, you just nod not sure what to do until he sits up straight in bed

"Come, inform me of what's happened while I was asleep"

You aren't stupid enough to try and push the matter or point out the fact he was a little worse off than "asleep" so you just sit on the side of the bed with him, giving him what little information you know.

•After that he begins to talk about his new plans. You listen intently, letting him ramble on about this new era he's planning to usher in

•and if he begins to stray from the topic, if he begins to go on about the Ja'lai incident, or about how he really thought Vash would understand...don't bring any attention to it, your slowly beginning to understand there's a reason he trust you with these things even if he won't say it out loud

•Speaking of which...he won't say anything about the "soulmate" matter out loud. Not now anyways, not yet. He's not sure why but...he can't bring himself to kill you and it scares him. He isn't used to sparing lives besides his brothers and even then his forms of punishment are a lot more severe than what he's willing to do to you

•Not that he didn't contemplate taking a limb or letting you see how sharp his knives can really be but there'd be no point really he'd only be hurting himself (at least that's what he tells himself)

•He's also...a bit protective of you now. Even though he still refuses to say to anyone, including you, that you're his soulmate he does make vague mentions of it when you try to leave and he says something along the lines of

"No you can't leave. If you were to get hurt it'd be inefficient for me"

•(aw he likes you!)

•He begrudgingly lets you begin working again because there was a reason he allowed you to stay with his team in the first place, although if his hovering around your work place was bad before it's 10x worse now

•You are met with the sight of his chest every time you turn around and you have to shyly look up to the piercing gaze that's trained on you like a predator

•eventually you get him to back up a little bit by telling him if you spill any chemicals on him it'll just burn the both of you although he still stands in the corner watching your every move

•In all...don't expect him to be all lovely dovey...yet. Although...

You stand absent mindedly as you look over your work. This formula was driving you nuts and the constant feeling of being watched wasn't exactly helping. You lean down placing your hands on the table scanning over the papers messily sprawled over your desk when you feel a strong pair of hands at your hips.

It takes everything in you not to yelp, only for that feeling to turn into you trying not to moan when teeth nip at the shell of your ear. Knives body is pressed against your back, strong and solid, god you were either touch starved or the soulmate connection was doing wonders because he'd barley even touched you and you felt like you were unraveling. He pushes you forwards slightly forcing you to hold your most your weigh with your arms as you shudder. He's trapping you against the table, mouth trailing down to harshly nip along your throat, right hand running up your side and his left hand is moving to-

he pulls away.

You're breathless. You glance up at him, and if the amused smirk on his face is anything to go by, you look like just as much of a mess as you feel.

"I fixed your formula for you"

you glance down and sure enough...the numbers you had been mulling over all day had been fixed in the matter of...minutes? Seconds?

You watch dumbfounded as Knives strolls away as if nothing happened, even thought the blush painting your face and the bruises beginning to blossom against your neck are more than enough proof

•That's the thing, the universe never prepares you for your soulmate being an asshole. That's okay though, two can play at that game.

[tooti-fruiti]

TOUGH LOVE [CHAPTER TWELVE]

The date

Papyrus glared down at you. "YOU WERE MUCH STRONGER THAN I HAD ANTICIPATED. YOU MANAGED TO HOLD YOUR GROUND."

He sighed and made his glowing red bone disappear. "DESPITE HOW IRRITATED I AM THAT YOU MANAGED TO STAY ALIVE. I ALWAYS KEEP MY WORD."

He flipped his cape and smirked. "I SHALL TAKE YOU ON A DATE, HUMAN."

"COME ALONG." He said as he walked past you.

You silently groaned and followed him to wherever he wanted to take you.

He took you to his house and held the door open for you.

You walked inside and saw a black and red house, which looked extremely clean.

"You must take good care of your house." You said as you looked around.

Papyrus chuckled proudly and nodded. "YOU ARE QUITE RIGHT (Y/N). I ALWAYS MAKE SURE MY HOME IS IN PRISTINE CONDITION."

"NOW, IF YOU'LL FOLLOW ME UPSTAIRS. HOPEFULLY, SANS IS AT GRILLBY'S WHILE WE HAVE OUR DATE." Papyrus said to himself as he walked up the stairs.

You hesitantly follow him up the stairs.

He opens a door for you and steps into what you assume is his room.

After you go inside, you noticed that his wallpaper has flames on it and so does his bed.

There is also a cat asleep in the corner of the room, presumably Doomfanger.

You and Papyrus both decided to leave her be and let her sleep.

"Your room is very cool." You said.

Papyrus chuckled. "THANK YOU. MY ROOM IS RATHER BADASS. YES?"

"Yes." You sarcastically repeated as you sat down on his bed.

"So when does this date start?"

Papyrus smirked at you. "RIGHT NOW."

He then walked towards you and crawled on top of you, pinning you to his bed.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH!" You yelled as your face started to turn red.

"WHAT'S THE ISSUE? IS THIS NOT WHAT PEOPLE DO WHEN THEY GO ON A DATE?"

"Not usually on the first one!"

"HMM...I HAD ASSUMED YOU WOULD BE MORE EAGER IN ENGAGING IN INTERCOURSE."

Your jaw dropped as he said.

Papyrus then got off you and fixed his cape. "PERHAPS YOU WANT TO TAKE THINGS SLOW. VERY WELL."

You blinked. "Um...okay...so what do we instead?"

"WE TALK. GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER. IS THAT SLOW ENOUGH FOR YOU?"

"Yeah?"

"VERY WELL."

Papyrus then sat down on the bed next down.

"TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF, (Y/N)."

"Uhh...like what?"

Papyrus looked at you, annoyed. "LIKE, A HOBBY."

Once you understood what he was asking, you told him what your hobby was.

"REALLY? ARE YOU GOOD AT IT?"

"I mean, I would hope so. But it doesn't really matter if I'm good at it or not. It's just for fun."

"HAVING A HOBBY SOUNDS...RELAXING. HOWEVER, I AM FAR TOO BUSY FOR A HOBBY."

"Because of the royal guard?" You asked.

"PRECISELY."

"How did you get into the royal guards anyway?"

Papyrus looked away. "THE KING OFFERED ME THE POSITION A FEW YEARS AGO AFTER AN INCIDENT HAPPENED. AND I'VE WORKED MY WAY UP TO SECOND IN COMMAND THROUGH TRAINING."

"AND IF YOU HADN'T FLIRTED WITH ME AND WITHSTOOD MY ATTACKS, I WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO GIVE YOUR SOUL TO THE KING AND NOT ONLY WOULD I HAVE BEEN PROMOTED BUT WE WOULD HAVE ALSO BEEN FREED FROM THIS PRISON." He scowled.

"And I have the seventh soul."

"CORRECT."

Papyrus hunched over and clenched his fist.

"THIS IS PATHETIC. I FAILED MY TASK. I LOST TO YOU AND HERE I AM, GOING ON A DATE WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH ME."

You rolled your eyes. "You didn't fail. If you failed, I would be stronger than you and would have defeated you. I didn't. I just held my ground."

"I DID FAIL. I WAS SUPPOSED TO KILL YOU AND TAKE YOUR SOUL."

You both sat in silence for a little while.

"Is there a way that I can keep my soul and still break ther barrier?"

"I DON'T KNOW. AND EVEN IF THERE WAS, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO HELP? ALL ANYONE HAS DONE HERE IS TRY TO KILL YOU."

"Yes, but you all are desperate to get out. You're trapped. I don't know why, but my heart and soul are telling me that this is the right thing to do. I want to help."

Papyrus stared at you for a little while.

Then he sighed. "MANY YEARS AGO...MY BROTHER ANGERED THE KING, AND HE WAS GOING TO BE KILLED. I STEPPED IN AND STOPPED HIM."

"IMPRESSED BY MY COURAGE AND MY QUICK INSTINCTS, I WAS OFFERED A POSITION IN THE ROYAL GUARD."

"AND BECAUSE OF MY ACT OF DEFIANCE AGAINST THE KING, I GOT THESE SCARS ON MY EYE."

Papyrus turned to you.

"YOU REMIND ME OF MYSELF."

Then he stood up with a scowl on his face. "COME ON. WE'RE LEAVING."

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"WE'RE GOING TO GO SEE IF YOU CAN BREAK THE BARRIER AND KEEP YOUR SOUL."

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

<-Chapter Eleven

[anyathefandom]

To Those Fortunate Enough Chapter 39:

@burned-lariat

**note** I'm down to the last two chapters and I'm not ready to be done with the Heller's yet😭

"You're up early."

Wallace turned to see Dex walk onto the hotel room balcony. The man sat on the ledge, a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Lean forward an inch and you'll fall over," Dex continued as he took a seat next to him, his legs dangling off the edge.

"And I'll be sure to pull you down with me," Wallace smirked. Dex reacted with a mix of a smirk and grimace before turning away, "How are you?"

Me: Okay so we're starting things off with some light banter which means i'm going to be tearing up by the end of this conversation 🙈

"Me?" Wallace glanced at his son, "Well, my son's talking to me, his mother's alive and well, I put one psychopath in the grave and another in his place: I'd say I'm doing fine."

"Another in his place?"

"I went to see Sonny."

"Oh. How'd that go?"

Me: it was a...

"I'm pretty sure there's going to be a mob war…once he can walk again, anyway."

"Oh yeah?" Dex chuckled, "Good luck to him."

"Aw, that's my boy," Wallace grinned, gently shaking the young man's shoulder, "Nice to know you still have some faith in your old man."

"I know how strong your reinforcements are…how strong you are."

"Thank you. I appreciate that."

Me: Things are going so well that I'm scared🙈

So," Wallace cleared his throat, "you're serious about quitting?"

"I am."

"What do you plan to do?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know if I'm going home or staying here."

Me: Or becoming a spy! It's just something to consider Dex.😉

"There aren't going to be a lot of places looking for a guy whose only job experience is covert criminal activity."

"I can-" Wallace began, quickly shutting his mouth, "No, I'm not going to pull any strings. You want to do this on your own."

"I do," Dex nodded, "Thanks for respecting that."

Me: We've👏come 👏so👏far👏 honestly I'm so proud of wallace

Silence hung over them again the higher the sun rose in the sky. The men continued to look down upon Port Charles, their eyes darting in different directions.

"I meant what I said in the hospital," Dex spoke up, turning to look at Wallace, "I don't think we can have a relationship right now."

"...I know," Wallace sighed, "and I understand."

"Doesn't mean I'm not grateful that you took Victor down-"

"Dex," Wallace turned to look at his son, a gentle hand on his shoulder, "I get it. I know you're grateful, I know you still love me, I know all of that. You don't have to soften things."

"You took it hard when I told you-"

"That's because I love you. No father wants their son to cut them out. I hate that that's how things are going to be for the foreseeable future, but it is what it is. However long you want things to be like this, I'll respect it."

"Thank you," Dex's face softened, his eyes bright as he stared at his father, "Really."

"Of course," Wallace wrapped an arm over the young man's shoulders, "You're my boy. And like I said, I want to be better for you. I'm committed to doing that."

Me: Aaah this is such a bitter sweet moment but i'm glad that Dex is still maintaining those boundaries for himself and hopefully one day soon they'll have a healthier relationship.♥️

"I see. Does this new version of you mean you suddenly turn into a big ol' sap?"

Wallace stared at his son for a moment before pulling away, "Okay, Mini Irina, that's enough."

Me: The one time where being a Mini version of your parent isn't a bad thing. Take notes josslyn.😂

Just as he stepped into the room, he noticed his phone screen light up next to his bed. He picked the device up, seeing a number of missed calls and texts.

"What's going on?" Wallace asked, observing the sight before him.

"Uncle Valentin," Dex replied slowly, pocketing his phone, "Family meeting."

Me: Yaas he's probably to make dex an offer.👀

"Where the hell are you?" Valentin hissed as the young man picked up the phone.

"I'm on my way!" Dex replied.

"You're not moving quick enough."

"I didn't have my phone on me," Dex stepped out of the Metro Court, marching down towards the docks, "I'm sorry."

"Is he on the phone?"

"Is that Nikolas? Do you have me on speaker?"

"Can you hurry up and get here? It's been almost half-an-hour!" Nikolas complained.

"He'll get here when he gets here!" Irina chimed in.

"Thanks, Mom," Dex sighed as he stepped onto the ferry, "I'm on the ferry now. I'll be there soon."

"Not soon enough."

"I see Spoon Island right now; I'll be there in literal seconds!"

"Hurry it up!"

"Oh my God," Dex rolled his eyes as he marched onto land, making his way up towards Wyndemere. He knocked on the door aggressively, Nikolas appearing on the other side.

Me: I'm dead because he's really about to have to deal with his family for the rest of his life now. Like I love the Cassadines but they can be exasperating at times with their dramatics.😂

"Hi, baby," Irina walked up to her son, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Hi, Mom," Dex held her in return before pulling away, seeing the rest of the family he'd come to know: Alexis, Valentin, Spencer, and Nikolas, who came from behind him.

Me: This family meeting just makes me wish the Cassadines were more close knitted. Like these writers need to do less corinthos/quartermaines more cassadines/Davis girls

"Well, as you all know, Uncle Victor is now gone. Thanks to Wallace and Baby Wallace over there," Nikolas gestured at Dex, who rolled his eyes in response, "we no longer have a head."

"Just like you no longer have a wife," Spencer chimed in. All eyes were then on him.

Me: Not baby Wallace😂 first it was mini Irina now baby Wallace. I love it truly. Second Spencer really chose to be petty out of the blue and it has me cackling.😂😭

No-" Nikolas took a deep breath, "No. We're in disarray, and we need to come together and figure out this family's identity."

"We have plenty to pick from," Alexis countered, "Depraved villains."

"Shady backstabbers," Spencer followed with.

"Duplicitous killers," Valentin continued.

Me:

"This family has a sordid legacy, dear nephew," Irina said, "Nothing is going to change that."

"But we can live with it and grow past it."

"So…we just live our lives as normal?" Alexis raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds doable," Valentin shrugged, "I mean, you're running a newspaper concentrated on highlighting injustices. I'm turning a profit with ELQ. We're all leading ethical, legal lives now, free from Victor's insanity. We're already moving forward."

"Yeah, Father," Spencer stood up, "This family is doing just fine, rendering this meeting to save your ass pointless. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have someone I'd like to meet up with."

"Trina," Nikolas sighed as Spencer walked out.

"Yeah, um," Alexis got to her feet, "I have a newspaper to run."

"And I have a daughter to see," Valentin continued.

"I'm sorry, Nikolas," Irina got up from the sofa, Dex joining her, "but it seems like we're all doing fine."

Me towards Nikolas:

"I was wondering what your plans were now that Victor is gone," Valentin answered.

"Truthfully, I'm not sure."

"You don't work for your father anymore?"

"No."

"I see. I'm assuming you're looking for work then-"

"Do you have an idea?"

"As a matter of fact, I do. How would you like to become an agent for the WSB?"

"WSB?"

"World Security Bureau," Valentin explained, "Robert and I used to be agents; Anna still is one. You played a big part in taking Victor down, and your skills from working for your father shouldn't go to waste."

"What do agents typically do?" Dex raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face.

"Well, what did you do for your father?"

"Just a lot of spy work."

"It'll largely be the same with the WSB. You'll go through a training academy and progress from there."

"How do I get in?"

Valentin smirked at the question, "So you're interested?"

Dex nodded, "It sounds good and legal. But I'm not committing just yet. I want to consider all of my options."

"So it's a maybe?"

"Definitely a maybe."

"I'll take it," Valentin nodded as the ferry came into view. He and Dex began walking towards the dock, "I do hope you choose it, though. You'd be a great asset."

Dex smiled half-heartedly, "If you say so."

Me:

"You really missed me, huh?"

Irina curled up against Wallace, pressing her cheek against his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. The room was mostly dark, light peeking out from the end of the curtains, somewhat brightening the pair.

Me:

I did," she said softly, "I really did."

"I missed you too," he kissed the top of her head, "and I missed this."

"Did you?" Irina looked at the man, her bare skin shifting against his under the covers as she moved, "You mean to tell me you didn't pull any other women?"

"Women certainly had eyes for me," Wallace intertwined their fingers together, "but I never had eyes for them."

Me: It's me! He's talking about me but that's okay because I respect his choice because Irina is THAT GIRL!🫶

"Is that so?"

"It is. I only had eyes for one woman."

"Did you," Irina felt her cheeks burn as she stared at Wallace. The man stared back before pulling her into a kiss. She moaned the deeper he pulled her in.

Irina internally:

I love you," Wallace breathed between kisses.

"I love you too," Irina responded, her arms wrapped around his chest. She felt her body roll on top of his, his arms wrapped around both her and the comforter covering her. Eventually, Irina slowly pulled away, gently brushing her nose against Wallace's.

Me from behind the curtains:

"You have so much life ahead of you."

"Indeed I do."

"How are you going to spend it?"

"I'm going to spend it with my boys."

Me: To spend your life with the Heller men is the only correct answer 🤷

"Really," Wallace ran a hand through her hair, "How do you plan to do that?"

"What do you mean?" Irina raised an eyebrow, "Does Dexter still not want a relationship with you?"

"No."

"Oh, dearest, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's his decision, and I respect it. I know he still loves me, and frankly, that's all I need."

"I still wish you two could get along."

"One day, we'll get there again. But for now, he's going to live his own life. All I can do is support him from a distance."

Me:

"I'm thinking of going on a trip with Dexter. We'll explore all the places we could never go to when we were under Helena's thumb, where we can reconnect before he ends up moving forward with his life. It'll only be a few months or so."

Me: I'm so glad their going to make up for lost time.🥺 They both really need this.

"And then what? You come back to Port Charles?"

"No."

"Then where do you go?"

"I go home…to Seattle."

Wallace felt his heart swell, a wide grin on his face, "Liebling…"

"You're my home, Wallace, my family. I'll steal as much time with Dexter as I can, but at the end of the day, I want to be with you. It's always been you and me, and it'll be that way until our final breaths."

"Irina…"

"We've faced so much in our lives, and we've persevered. We found each other in a twist of fate. We made a miracle who's survived the worst of the family he was born into. I feel we owe it to ourselves to make the most of this pocket of peace the world has given us."

"I couldn't agree more," Wallace gazed at Irina, gently rubbing her back, "I hope you and Dex make the most of your trip, and I can't wait for the day when you end up coming home."

"I hope the same, and I look forward to that day as well," Irina cooed before kissing the man. They moved in sync, going faster the more heat they felt. Their hearts swelled in their chest as they locked eyes, a lone thought on their minds as they pressed on. It was a truth that would remain unchanged in the years to come: I love you.

Me: Could you excuse me for a second😅

[kinetic-socks]

Long post expressing my frustration with my procrastination

wake up in the morning like yeah lets get this essay done today

have meal

go to class

ok essay time.

find myself crocheting instead. hey brain, what?

brain: we have time, we'll get it done later dw

well. crocheting isn't as fun now but ok, what can ya do.

ok, we don't want to crochet anymore. essay now?

brain: no let's walk around and listen to music. exercise is good and will help us later.

me: again, it would be nice to be getting work done but alright.

me: hey, I still wanna get that essay done. can we go home and do that?

brain: no. exercise good. shut up.

me: i guess this is what we're doing.

brain: ok we got a cut on our arm while running let's go home and treat that.

me: yeah sounds great. in perfect agreement with you there.

brain: ok, cut is treated. let's nap now *reads comics instead and does more crochet like simultaneously*

me: what is happening

brain: ok NOW let's nap (it is 10:30 pm)

me: is this wise? It's late at night and we haven't done any work, and what if we accidentally sleep too long?

brain: alarm will handle it (it did) and we need sleep or we won't be able to think

me: you make sense but I don't feel great about this

I get back up at like. mignight and am like ok. essay Now.

brain: we're hungry again, eat first. and use the bathroom and change your bandaid it's coming off.

me: eating and using the bathroom and changing the bandaid all sound fine. these are reasonable things for a person to do.

It becomes 4am. Don't ask me how.

me: pleasee. essay now, we wanted to finish it before tomorrow

brain: well, it's either essay or go to bed for the night, which means it's the latest we can start and have it be today, so alright! you can now make yourself take out a pencil and write a bit. but also let's write a tumblr post about this phenomenon to ask the internet if you're just an undisciplined bitch for procrastinating or if i'm the bastard. also good luck making yourself follow any tips they give on making yourself get started because you can't make me do shit. it would be funny to watch you try honestly bc it didn't even work last semester when you got so frustrated with me that you'd start hitting yourself. so I really cannot think of a single way you could ever subjugate me and I will only make you miserable if you try. I will also make you miserable by doing this even if you don't try. This is who we are and you're simply not good enough

me: ok, when I post the post can we do the essay then?

brain: yeah probably. it's almost the end of today so I'll let you get started on it. You wanted it to be today and I understand that. You're right that we don't have a lot of time left.

me: it's not really today anymore but you're right that it still feels like it. thank god for the small mercy that is you letting me do it at all. We've been thinking about it for awhile anyway, maybe we'll enjoy this. Oh and you'd probably fight me like this tomorrow if I did it then, right? We'd turn it in at 7 am instead of midnight?

brain: I might enjoy it but you'll still have to fight me the whole way. and oh yeah for sure I would give you hell tomorrow. I wouldn't let you start it till late at night. that's what we did last time!

me: okay. at least we'll be able to edit it tomorrow after we write tonight. Plus we'll hopefully be tired tomorrow and not the next day when we have more important classes.

brain: should we finish writing tonight it's very unlikely I'll want to edit it tomorrow and you're likely to be satisfied enough that we have anything that you won't call me on it at all. We're probably not sleeping tonight so I'm going to give you a headache tomorrow to compel you to sleep after class and then probably all day and you rarely fight naps because our sleep schedule is so bad you figure we need it. plus yknow it makes sense to sleep after an all nighter.

me: ok but we'll write the essay?? when this post is done??

brain: yeah alright put in a readmore and hit post now.

[imagine--if]

aaaa okay so soft!yandere riddler feeling tired and stuff for the whole day and so he doesn't let the reader go out because he wants her to stay with him and baby him all day 🥺👏🏼

A/N: Yess I love this idea, this is absolutely what he would do 😌💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive fluffy love, clinginess, mentions of violence

Words: 940

Edward blinks up at the ceiling with a pout, a dull ache in the back of his head, the soft mattress of the bed underneath him feeling heavenly for his tired self. Maybe this was from bashing the heads of all those scum of the streets the evening before? After all, he isn't physical when it comes to taking people out like that, and they had fought back.

A smile creeps onto his face, though, as he turns his head to look at you resting beside him, your hair streaking over the calm features of your face as you stir slightly in your sleep. He moves slightly to drape a leg over your body and ducks his head to press short kisses onto the skin of your neck, and you wake up to the feeling with a soft smile, running your fingers through his brown locks as he looks up hopefully at you.

"Hi, angel," Edward coos happily, "did you sleep well?"

You nod with a hum, reaching out for your phone on the bedside table next to you and gasp as the time flashes up on the screen.

"Crap, I'm gonna be late for work," you sigh, attempting to move from under him, and his expression immediately morphs into desperation as his green eyes widen.

"What? No!" He complains, hands grabbing both of yours and pressing them down against the bed. "Can't you stay with me? I- I don't feel that great... I'm still tired."

"Oh, Ed..." You bite your lip, familiar with the frequent begs to stay with him on the days you have to go to work when he doesn't. But he does look a little weary and weaker than usual, and your hand brushes against his forehead down to his cheek as you try to feel his temperature. He leans into your gentle touch instinctively, eyes fluttering closed as he settles on top of you, bringing one of your hands up in his own to kiss it tenderly.

"You know I can't keep missing days off of work, right?"

Edward frowns thoughtfully. "Can't you work from home? Please? You love me more than your job... don't you?"

"Of course I do," you assure him, and his panicked look melts as you laugh slightly and squeeze his hands in yours, sighing and giving up already as you unlock your phone. "Fine, I'll call them."

Edward makes an excited noise, cuddling closer to you and tracing the skin of your arm lightly as you talk on the phone. You hang up after a minute with a roll of your eyes and a fond smile.

"Yeah, I can work from home. There's not much to do this week anyway."

"So you don't have to work right now," he says with a sleepy smile, taking the phone out of your hand and putting it back on the table. "You can stay here, with me, all day long."

"Don't you feel well?" You question him in concern, and Edward's quick to nod with wide eyes, nuzzling further into you.

"Mmm... I feel awful, so you've got to look after me."

You scoff with a smirk. "Oh, okay then, Eddie."

But he isn't kidding. He watches you type away on your laptop for a couple of hours, lying on your lap as he writes down riddles and puzzle ideas in one of his journals, until it's the afternoon, and you get up to make lunch. Eddie whines and grabs at your hands needily when you slide the laptop away from you and try to get up.

"Wh- where are you going? I'll come with you-"

"No, you'll stay here," you prompt him, kissing his cheek before you get up, to which he stares up at you with a lovestruck smile, "and I'll make lunch, okay? You shouldn't be getting up and doing things if you don't feel well."

"Oh," Edward giggles bashfully, "I... you don't have to, my love, I was joking. It's my job to do things for you, not the other way around."

"It's okay," you tell him, going over to the door, "I won't be long, okay?"

Eddie nods hesitantly, missing your warmth already as he tries to distract himself with riddles and waits patiently in bed. Ten minutes seems like hours for him, and just as he's about to go trailing after you like a lost puppy, you come back in with a tray with chips and pizza and pumpkin pie and lattes, wobbly question marks drawn on the tops.

"I'm not as good as you are," you told him with a grin, and he looks from the tray back to you in wonder, "but, you know, I tried."

"It's perfect," Edward replies admiringly, wrapping an arm around your waist as you sit beside him back in bed. "You're perfect. Thank you, darling. I love you."

You smile, nodding. "I love you too, Eddie, but it's just food."

"But you got pumpkin pie!" He says eagerly, and you laugh at him in amusement. "Hey, what happens when you divide the circumference of a Jack-O-Lantern by the diameter? Pumpkin Pi!"

Edward snorts with laughter, and you can't help joining in, shaking your head at him.

"You're crazy."

"But you love crazy," Edward reminds you with a large smile, leaning in to kiss you for a moment before resting his forehead against yours. "I heard you say it. So that just means that you love me, more than anyone else in the world."

You smile at him, letting him manoeuver you into his lap as you pull the tray a little closer, leaning back into his arms.

"Yeah... I do."

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[hallelujahmeatgod]

"Do you want to talk about it?"

KEN "DRAKEN" RYUGUJI X READER

+word count: 1580

+warning/s: cursing

+genre: kinda fluff, kinda comedic

"He's in his room and he haven't left that damn room since he arrived"

"He didn't even spare a glance around like he'd usually do, he just went straight to his room. He'd usually help around first before disappearing in there"

You nodded in understanding, looking around the brothel which just opened a few minutes ago.

The people at the brothel called you out of concern for Draken, saying he's been moody and not his usual self. They asked you if you know as to why he's acting the way he is but you haven't got a clue yourself. Quite frankly, you haven't seen Draken yourself for a few days since you've been taking care of family matters.

They asked you to come by since you haven't been in the brothel for quite a while, also to talk to Draken since none of them wanted to deal with him.

"I honestly don't have a clue, but I'll try talking to him. I tried asking Mikey about it but that kid isn’t any help either" You replied, giving them a soft smile for reassurance.

You asked Mikey about Draken before you went to the brothel but that kid just gave you a petty answer, so you're convinced that they're not the bestest of friends right now.

"Honestly, what would we do without you? Anyway, go and talk to his moody ass cause he's getting a little annoying for our liking. Then when you guys are done come out here and let's catch up and eat the snacks you bought!"

You nodded and made your way to his room. Thankfully he didn't lock his door so you were able to just enter. You were expecting to see him splayed on his bed or be working out but he's nowhere to be seen.

"Ken" You called out softly. No reply.

You set your school bag on the ground and walked further into his room. Just when you're about to walk past the bathroom you hear water gently splashing a bit inside.

You slowly opened the door and there he was in the tub, head resting back on the tub facing the ceiling, with his eyes closed. You can tell he's not relaxed at all because of the tensed muscles on his arm and his furrowed brows.

"That tub looks relaxing yet there you are still looking like you're about to fight someone" You said to get his attention. You leaned on the door frame as his eyes shot open.

"Y-Y/n" He said, looking a bit surprised, sitting up straight from the tub.

"Ken" You gave him a small smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"Am I not allowed here anymore?" You asked not too seriously.

"You are. You always are. It's just that you seem busy these days" He looked down at the water.

"I'm sorry for not being around, Ken" You gave him an apologetic look.

He shook his head lightly, still looking down at the water. "No need, I understand"

You stayed silent and just observed him. How he's looking intensely at the water, that you swear he could probably boil that water right now just by staring at it. How he's muscles are still nowhere near relaxed. How his breathing isn't steady. How his brows are still furrowed. And how his lips pout a little bit.

You pushed yourself from the door frame, walked up to him and crouched down beside the tub so that you're eye level with him.

"Ken, what's troubling you?" You asked, putting your hand on his nape and caressing it.

He slowly looked at you, looking vulnerable. A sight no one often gets to see, even you. It honestly pains you a little to see such a look from such a strong, stern man who's always got his composure.

He sighs, leaned over the tub and drops his head on your shoulder. "I-I... I'm just not that okay nowadays. I don’t even know anymore.” He admitted.

You hummed in understanding, caressing his nape all the way to his hair, pulling his hair tie to let his hair loose. You ran your hand through his hair, untangling some knots, and for the first time since you saw him he relaxed. You saw his shoulders drop slowly as he let out a breath.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"There's just so many things bugging my mind. Life here in the brothel, the gang, and other things. It's just one of those phases wherein everything dawns upon you" He sighs, lifting his head just to hide it on the crook of your neck.

"I texted Mikey before going here and he just gave me a petty reply. That also bothering you?" You asked, massaging water on his head to hopefully help him cool down.

"Yeah, we ended up arguing cause he’s not in a good mood and so am I. It's all just chaos in my head right now really" He groans, lifting his arms from the tub and wrapping them around you. You're a little soaked now but you didn't mind, all that matters is him.

He hugged you tighter and tighter until you guys were literally flushed against each other, soaking you more.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I badly wanted to just go to you, to seek refuge in you and just to lay and hold you like this, to calm my mind. But I knew you were dealing with family stuff and that it means a lot to you, so I just bottled it all in."

"It's okay" You pulled away just enough to see his face. You held his face in your hand and caressed his cheeks. "I'm sorry I wasn't around. But now I'm here, you don't have to go through such tough times on your own. It’s okay to feel sad sometimes, just take your time, I’ll wait for you'' You smiled, making him smile. You kissed the corner of his mouth making him roll his eyes. He pulled you on a proper kiss, sighing against your lips.

"Thank you" He said when you pulled away. "Thank you for always being by my side and showing me affection even though I tend to suck at it and sharing my feelings. Just how would I repay you"

"Repay me by relaxing properly, dropping the attitude towards other people, and reconciling with Mikey" He groaned at the last part which made you chuckle.

"What? You'd be doing the gang a favor if you take the initiative, Ken. We all know Mikey wouldn't dare do it, and the longer you guys aren't besties the more agonizing it'll be for the rest of the gang. Imagine the captain and the vice captain being petty, ugh, I already feel bad for all of them" You said humorously, making him pull away completely and sit back on the tub as he pouts.

"I'm always doing it." He pouted even more.

You chuckled, ruffling his hair. "You know Mikey can be an extreme kid when he's not beating up someone."

"Why do I always have to be the bigger person?" He said under his breath.

"I mean you are 6'1 and Mikey's only 5'3"

"You're lame" He immediately countered before laughing lightly, making you laugh too. If being lame means you'll get to hear this giant laugh, well maybe being lame isn’t too bad.

"IS THAT THE GIANT'S LAUGH THAT I HEAR?!" You heard someone say from the outside. Suddenly the door burst open revealing Remi.

Draken rolled his eyes, flipping her off and she flipped him off too.

"Now that the giant doesn't seem like an asshole anymore Y/n let's go and catch up!" She grinned, pulling you up and out of the bathroom, not giving you time to reply.

"Hey! You can't just take her away!" Draken protested, standing up from the tub quickly wrapping his towel around his waist.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you, restricting Remi from pulling you away. He and Remi immediately looked at each other with daggers as they kept on pulling you. At this point they could definitely cut your body in half.

"Well I already am, what are you gonna do about it?" Remi spat.

"Umm….Pull her away from you? You midget" Draken spat back but more calmly, which is honestly annoying. It's always the most annoying when people talk back in a calm manner...or is that just me?

"At least I'm not as moody as you. You act way worse than a woman on her period or a pregnant lady!"

They went back and forth with you still in between them. For every comeback they kept on pulling you.

"OKAY! Kindly shut the fuck up you two?" You smiled sarcastically at both of them, pulling your arms from them. They both pouted and huffed like little kids, turning away from each other.

"I'll go with Remi now since it has been a while since I saw them." You said, making Remi light up and Draken give you an offended look.

"WHAT--" Draken was about to protest but Remi burst into laughter pulling you to the door. You shrugged at Draken as he gave you a narrowed look and mouthed "traitor"

"Oh-- and when you're done, change the bulb in the lounge room, jerk!" She stuck her tongue out.

"Seriously, when will I ever catch a break-- you know what? Just get out you two!" He groaned, making you and Remi laugh.

[enluv]

how they break your heart

— enhypen hyung line x gn!reader

warnings: this is gonna be angsty👍

coco's note: right what came over me and told me to write this...like....why...and they progressively get more angsty?? oh well...enha angst my beloved <3

◜heeseung◞

plain and simple.

Heeseung breaks your heart with words. He asks you to meet him for a cup of coffee one morning and decides that the best way to break up with you is to just come out and say it. He rests a soft hand on top of yours and says, "Y/N I want to break up." It's plain and simple but gets the message across pretty clear. The worst part is he sits and waits for a reaction so he can help. If you cry, then he'll hold you and apologize a million times. If you scream he'll take it. He just doesn't want you to leave unhappy with him, but it's a bit too late now isn't it.

◜jay◞

it's like ripping off a bandaid

Jay breaks your heart abruptly. That night he'd admitted that he was in love with someone else. He cries from guilt and sadness. He doesn't understand why he loves you both so much, it's not fair. Why was he given two incredible people that he was forced to pick between. Obviously he chooses the someone else and in the process he has to tell you. The way he words it comes off a bit harsh, "I love you but I love them more." Ouch. The message in this one is clear as day and it stings.

◜jake◞

your heart is not a toy!

Jake Sim knew from the get go that he'd break your heart. You're just another name to write down in the books. It's too bad that he kinda liked you, but of course you caught feelings. That's not Jake's thing so he calls you up for one last rendezvous then the next morning he's gone from not only your bed but life too. No seriously, he doesn't answer the phone, blocks your social medias, and just downright ignores you at all costs. It's like you and Jake never had anything special, and that's exactly what he believes.

◜sunghoon◞

as icy as the floors he performs on...

Sunghoon has two things he loves in life; you and ice skating. The latter to him though, is life. He refuses to give up his love of skates and competitions for a few years of love. While you make him happy, you'll never make him feel the way the ice does and he's sure of it. The break up is hurtful and full of tears. He's blunt with his words, "You're just not as important as skating and I can't have distractions." Yeah...that one hurt, but that's how he knows his point will get across and he won't take it back, you need to know your place. Forever below his passion, love won't change that.

coco's final note: seriously who hurt me 🤨 ? cause this angst is getting out of HAND! anyways I'll be posting more now that I'm like 🤏🏼 close to being out of school (your girl is ALMOST a whole ass senior omfg) hopefully you all enjoy reading this though! (please let me know if you'd like a maknae line version!!)

[ebonyslasher]

Do you have any headcanons for what jason, carrie, and jennifer are like in the talking stage of the relationship

Oh sure!

Early Relationship HCs for Jason, Carrie, and Jennifer:

What talking? He doesn't really speak 🗣️ of course

How you made it to this stage without him murdering you on sight, idk. You must have been doing something that made him pause

He knows a few simple phrases in ASL, from what he remembers from when he was a child.

So, it's just you talking to him and Jason is sitting/standing there nodding his head

If you have pen and paper, then he can write to you!

His handwriting could use some.....work. I mean a hell of a lot of work, it's gonna take a while for you to read it.

It'll get better as he gets used to writing again lol

He keeps his distance during this stage. He doesn't want to get too close and scare you off. Also, he's figuring out if he trusts you or not.

Both of you visit each other. When he visits you, he will stand in an obvious spot until you notice

If you visit him, you'll have to make a signature noise or just tell his name. That way you won't get accidentally sliced up.

He will go on walks along the lake with you

Gives you pretty flowers 🌸 he finds. Sometimes he will point to your hair and put it there

Thinks you're really cute but is too shy to let you know

Honestly, he's gonna be pretty shy the whole time. You make him nervous- in a good way!

She's easy to talk to, just very hesitant to reveal any personal information

Like Jason, she has trust issues- with good reason. Carrie has heard stories of bullies pretending to be friends with their victims and then revealing their secrets to everyone. She's a bit scared

But, as time goes on, she sees that you genuinely like her and have no ulterior motives. Eventually relaxes and starts showing you her true self

She talks realllll low. She often has to repeat stuff while you struggle to hear her

She can't text you. And it's hard to try to call you if her mom is home. So you both talk at school when you can

If her mom likes you (miraculously), then you got it in the bag. It'll be easier for you to communicate with her outside of school

Carrie smiles and blushes like crazy. So she will out her head down to try to cover her face with her long hair

She's so shy and embarrassed about it, it's real cute. She'll get almost explode if you compliment her

When she's feeling bold, she'll hold your hand. Or lay her head on your shoulder. Or even tell you, " I think you're really pretty." 🥺🥺

Now Y'all both cheesing lik hell

Often, stares at you when you aren't aware

Likes to talk about traveling the world, outer space, and how the future is going to be

The talking stage is going to be short compared to the other two

Jen moves fast. If she wants you, she's not gonna play around. She'll let you know off rip that she's fucking with you

"You know I like you, right?😏"

No??? But hell yeah, I'm into it

She texts fast as fuck. She's sonic on the phone keyboard. Hopefully you can keep up

Also not afraid to double text you

Likes to play 20 questions

'Whats your favorite color?'

'Water. R u a virgin??"

Lmaoo jk, she won't do you like that

But she will ask tons of questions. It's the best and fastest way to get to know someone

Goes on dates and generally likes to hang out with you. Either at home or maybe at an abandoned place where y'all can do stupid shit and have fun.

Jenn likes being free with you

There's gonna be a lot of small touches and smiling into each other's faces

Lots of flirting and banter between you two. Your friends even get tired of hearing it lol

"If y'all don't get together already, we are tired of watching- literally almost in bed bout to sleep 💤 watchin"

☠️

It won't be long until you two make it publically official anyway

[rimaiahwrites]

Untitled—

Chapter six

Erik slowly pulled his arm from underneath Israel's head without waking her then pulled the covers up to her face, since he had it freezing in his loft.

He swung his Heavy leg over the edge of his bed and stepped on his hard wood stairs that laid up to his bed slowly so it wouldn't creek or crack. He slipped away from the comfort of his bed and made it out of his room without a sound. Even though the sounds of his bare feet slapping against the floor in the hallway was still heard, Israel didn't make a move.

He flicked the lights on in the kitchen, and snatched the refrigerator door open. He mostly had vegetables, fruit and water.  It had been like that since He had started a healthy life style after he came back from the navy.

He grabbed his glass bottle of water and chugged it down. That early morning thrust was real. After he was done he refilled the bottle of water before putting it back in the fridge for his afternoon workout.

Erik went back into the living room and pulled his rug back to reveal his hardwood floors. He pulled one of the wooden boards up and reach up inside to grab his father's old leather Journal. It was slightly beaten up from the many years of his father using it but none the less it was still very beautiful.

his balcony doors blow open from the Wind and he pulled the cream white Curtains back and stepped out. The air was cool but not to cold.

It felt good against his skin. Over the few markings that he had on his  torso- about 400 plus, all in rows around his torso. Some were still healing and sensitive.

Erik was actually still surprised that Israel's nosey ass hadn't spotted them on him yet. He knew that once she had, she will ask him a Thousand and one questions about them. And Erik wasn't really ready for that since he knew he couldn't tell her the real reason he marked himself, at least not yet.

He sat in the big chair that he had hanging to the top of his roof. It swayed from side to side when it was windy or when ever Erik sown it himself. It was soothing though. His balcony was one of the places he liked to meditate and clear his mind. He could look down below, and see businessmen in suits and looking for a taxi, and kids heading off to school with big backpack bouncing against them from running to the bus stop. It was regular city life for him.

He loved the city but hated the memories it came with. He had lost to much in it. First his mother then his father, and so many of his childhood friends had lost their lives to the city they called home. So many time had the city almost taken his life as well, from being beaten on the street by police officers, or being held at gun point at 15, by a local drug dealer that Erik had considered one of his niggas.

The city had done him so wrong but yet here he was, still living in Oakland. Just in a better spot then the apartment that he had spent ten years of his life in.

Erik sighed and sat back down and open his father book. He liked to reread it to keep him motivated and focused on his Destiny. The foreign words of his father language, that he had learned to read over the years, popped out against the old- now brownish- paper. Erik flipped to the page titled, the prince is here.

My son, my prince, my happiness have finally arrived. More Beautiful then I could ever imagine, dark brown eyes like his mother and a head full of thick black kinky hair like me.

The happiness that spread through my body the moment my eyes laid on him I knew I was in love. This was a different type of love, not like the kind of love you have for your mother or your wife it was a kind of love that only a mother or father could have for their child-

Erik read with tears beaming his eyes. Not letting them fall once. Erik slammed the book shut clenching it in his hands, as he leaned forward staring at it. It didn't make him sad, it made his angry. He was so angry at his father and it confused him so deeply since he knew his father had no control over what happened to him.

Maybe it wasn't anger towards his father, but pain that he turned into anger like he always did. And he was tired of it, the anger that had been building up inside him ever since he found his father dead, on his Apartment floor with panther Panther  claw marks in his chest, that came from the man his father called brother.

That's where his real anger was towards, his family. Erik couldn't even call it anger, it was rage. He knew that once he met his uncle all hell was going to break loss. All the pain and rage he had inside of him was going to be released. As soon as he got to wrap his hands around T'chaka fat ass neck, and hear that satisfying crunk that came after he squeeze with all his might. And then his cousin t'challa, was next because he knew that once he killed T'chaka his son was going to go after him. But he was going to prepared.

Israel rolled over on the bed and look over the loft bed. Erik wasn't in the living room or kitchen. She had thought that maybe he had left, until she saw the balcony curtains blow up from the door being open. She smiled slightly and peeled the thick blankets back and headed down the stairs. The little cracking sounds the wooden stairs made as she tip-toed down  sparked Erik's interest, he closed the opened book again, and sat it behind the pillow he had on his swinging chair.

He leaned back into the door frame and spotted Israel on the stairs with a grin on her face. "Hi." She whispered softly so her voice didn't sound raspy from not talking for hours at a time.

"You always wake up in a good mood?" He asked getting up from the balcony ground and walking up to her. She chuckled and shrugged. "When I get a good night of sleep, yeah." She said looking down at him into his eyes, that were still slightly red from earlier. Since she was about three stairs above him, She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned towards him. "Um...Thank you for last night, I had fun. It was the first time in a long time that I have felt like someone actually wanted to hang and spend time with me..." she admitted, looking down at his chest as she fiddled with his shirt. He rested his hands on her waist and squeezed lightly. "You don't have to thank me princess, I enjoy hanging wit' you." He spoke softly, brushing her face with his knuckles. Slightly pushing her face to the side.

Her gut felt bubbly with happiness, and her cheeks were starting to hurt with how hard she was smiling. And Erik only made it harder for her to stop from the way he was looking at her.

That look he gave her. The one were he would title his head like a puppy and lick his lips while keeping Direct eye contact.

The thigh clenching look if you will.

"You hungry?" He asked, picking her up and swinging her off the stairs to the bottom. "No not really, I don't like to eat breakfast that much because I'm never that hungry." She said sitting at the kitchen counter. His eyes raised and he turned to her.

"You gotta eat breakfast Israel, that's the most important meal of the day." She rolled her eyes because she had heard it so many time before from her mother. "I know I just don't like breakfast-"

"I'm making you breakfast, and you gon' eat it." Erik said turning around to the refrigerator to grab the stuff he needed.

And A word wasn't said as Erik handed Israel the plate of two prices of Turkey bacon one pancake, and a small glass of a mango kiwi and strawberry smoothie that he sweetened with orange juice.

He tried not to give her much but she still felt like it was to much food for right now. It he gave it to her at like 12 am in the afternoon she would most likely still be hungry afterwards.

She stared at the plate and then back at Erik, a pout on her lips. He nodded his head, as if telling her to go ahead and start eating. She sighed and grabbed a fork and began to eat, Erik as well. But his plate was stuffed. Three pancakes, three prices of bacon, and the rest of the plate was taken up by the four scrambled eggs. He was a big boy and needed all the food he could get.

"Is it good?" He asked, month full of food.

"Yeah, it's good even though your Force feeding me it." She chuckled taking another small bite. Erik gave her a close month smile, chewing his bacon aggressively.

"You'll get used to it, eventually your body will want to eat in the morning, anyway your parents call you yet?" She shook her head, taking a sip of her smoothie. "No, I don't know what's going on but hopefully my mother calls soon to fill me in and let me know they made it there safe." She said her thoughts wondering off a bit.

After they were done eating Erik decided he wanted to workout at his favorite boxing gym. So they both got dressed quickly, Israel just put on a white oversized t-shirt and a pair of gray leggings and her white nike sneakers, while Erik wore black baseball shorts a dark gray workout shirt and black running shoes.

Once Erik grabbed his bag they were at the door and headed to the gym.

Erik turned into the parking lot Of his boxing gym named the home of Apollo Creed. Israel raised her eyebrows but she went with it. Erik opened her door while he throwing his gym bag over his shoulder. "A boxing gym?" She questioned following him inside the cold building. There was about ten different sweating men hitting at punching bags or at their couch Gloved hands.

"Yes, that's what the sign says right?" He chuckled dropping his bag on the floor. She rolled her eyes at his slick reply and plopped Down on the bench near his gym bag, "you didn't tell me it was a boxing gym but k, smart ass." She mumbled, watching him watch her while he put on the thin black gloves that fighters put on before the actual boxing gloves. He was clearly not new at this because he wasn't paying much attention to his movements, he was staring at Israel. Something she had noticed he tends to do a lot. But they were even because she caught herself staring at him today more times then she'll like to amid.

"Come on," he smiled pulling her across the gym catching some of the busy men eyes, there was a couple of "damn Erik who dis?" And "this yo new girl?" Erik only grinned, winking at them. While Israel tried to hide herself behind him. Erik noticed and chuckled softly before hugging her to his side.

"You bout to get a couple of boxing lessons for free, by thee Erik Stevens." He sang playfully making her crack a smile. He turned around to look in the big box of gloves and found some pink ones from the little 15 year old girl that used to box here. They looked like they could fit. "Come here, gimme your hand." She slide both her hands in the glove and smiled at how cute they looked on her. "Tiny ass hands," Erik mumbled jokily making her roll her eyes and giggle. "Big ass hands...hulk smash face ass 'I'm Wreck-It' neck ass-" She shot back. he laughed loudly throwing his head back before telling her to "shut the hell up before I knock you out." She just rolled her eyes.

" Ok we're gonna start with a simple, 1,2." He explained taking jabs at the air, making his Biceps and man Titties bounce, In the form fitted workout shirt he changed into in the car. She copied the simple move but aiming at his hands this time. "Ok we gonna do that same move but with a duck added to it," he beamed, excited that she was catching on so soon. "Hit, hit, duck." She moved fast dodging his hand. "This is kinda fun but-" Israel began but was cut short by a high pitched voice and a light skin girl with long loss curls came walking to Erik.

"Erik?! Is that you?!? I haven't seen you in so long," she was so tall that she was almost Erik's height. Israel felt like a child standing next to them.

"This is my homegirl from back in the day, Erie." Israel smiled and waved shyly. "Aw is this your little sister?" Erie smiled sarcastically bending down a bit sticking her hand out for Israel to shake, Israel's smile dropped and things got awkward quickly when Israel didn't grab her hand and only stared at the girl.

"Um Nah this is a good friend of mine, but uh it was nice seeing you Erie." Erik chuckled while dismissing the girl trying to hold in his laughter.

"Oh...well I'll see you later I guess, you should Dm some Time so we can really catch up without..." She tailed off glancing at Israel before smirking at Erik and walking off, making sure to make her ass bounce with every step she took. Israel tore her eyes from her and rolled them. While Erik was busy starring at her ass Israel began to take her gloves off, using her teeth to undo the Velcro on her gloves. The tearing sound brought Erik's attention back to Israel. "What are you doing we still-"

"I'm not really feeling it anymore plus my arms are already getting tired." She huffed swinging her arms back and fourth trying to shake the 'soreness' out of them. Erik mumbled a "yeah already." knowing why she wasn't really feeling it anymore, he left her to sit on the ground while he went and found his trainer, RJ. Erik had been working with Him since he was 15, RJ was one of the only people that Erik felt like care for him when he was Foster care. RJ had found Erik fighting a boy a little older then him outside of a gas station and praised him for how good of a fight was and encouraged him to get into. Erik was definitely hesitant about it at first but RJ eventually convince Erik to do it especially since he was going to be training him for free. It was a way for Erik to blow off some steam with all the Pent up anger he had for the world, RJ was just happy to keep him off the streets. He knew the kid was A genius, he was too smart to end up in jail or dead.

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It had been two hours since Erik had been training and two hours since Israel been sitting on the hard floor but she barely noticed the numbness in her butt and legs because she was to busy drooling over Erik's delicious body, it was shiny in sweat and his movements were Swift and fast. The faster he hit the punching bag the more his muscles jumped and bounced, Israel don't know how many she licked her lips or clinched her thighs together but she knew her lips were going to be raw and she would have to take a shower as soon as she got home, she didn't care though it was Worth it. She'll sit here all day and night if that meant she could watch him. She wasn't the only one enjoying this whole situation so was Erik. he knew she was watching his every move, she tried to act like she wasn't but she made it very obvious that she was checking him out, but he liked the attention. He liked how easily he can drawl women's attention without even trying. He had her eyes glued to him, not only hers but Erie's too. He caught her staring at him multiple times but instead of scaring away whenever he caught her she locked eyes with him, giving him very seductive look. Erik only chuckled at her Poor attempt and backed over to Israel to grab his ice cold water bottle. Her breath hitched as he reached over her, his hot body almost pressing against her. The scent of his sweat and actual body odor mix with his deodorant made her mouth water. She wanted so badly to reach up and touch his torso but held herself back, sparing herself the embarrassment of rejection. "Are you done?" "Yeah Come on someone wants to meet you before we leave," he said grabbing her hand to help her off the ground. The feeling in her legs started to come back finally as she made her way over to the punching bag. "Israel this my nigga RJ, we go way back." RJ smile brightly at the girl and extended his hand out to her. "Nice to meet you." She beamed at the handsome older man, holding his hand longer then she intended to. RJ didn't mind at all though. They both broke apart when Erik cleared his throat real obnoxiously eyeing the both of them like they stole something from him. "Nigga Y'all tryin' fuck later or what? The fuck." Erik hissed bluntly more so towards RJ, he was way to old to be looking at Israel any type way. He was in his early 40s and Israel was in her late teens, that shit didn't really sit right with Erik. Israel became tense and RJ just dismissed Erik's out burst rolling his eyes and punching him In the arm with the foam glove.

"Shut yo dumb ass up Erik, anyway it I was just trying to see what your name was and shit for later..." Erik's face scrunch up in discussed as he pulled Israel behind his back. "Nigga you old as dirt still trying to flirt with young girls....grow up." Erik chuckled grabbing his bag and Israel's hand pulling her behind him. "Ok and? I'm aging like fine wine, ain't that right baby girl?" He raised a eyebrow at Israel making her turn her face away to hide her smile from the both of them knowing that they'll probably just clown her. "More like milk, anyway I'll see yo old ass later." Erik dabbed him up and left making sure Israel was right behind him. He opened the door for her and she climbed in, putting her Seatbelt on without him having to tell her too this time. Erik got in next making the car bounce a little from how big he was. "Don't pay that old ass nigga no attention, he do that to all the girls that come in to the gym. He swear he's charming-"

"Welllllll......" Israel tailed off

"Woooooow....." was all Erik said before slumping down into his seat. "He fine." Israel laughed widely shrugged her shoulders. "Hell Nah He could be your dad or some shit he's like that old ass uncle at the cookout that get drunk before the party even start." Israel giggled wildly because she does really have a uncle that showed up to the family events already drunk. After their laughter died down things got quite. Like it always seemed to happen when they were by their selves. It wasn't necessarily a awkward Silent just a little uncomfortable, the type when you don't know what Else to say to keep the conversation going but Israel still enjoyed his company.

It was nice finally being around a man, it felt familiar to her. She was always only around boys and men growing up most of the time since she had no younger or older sister in the house, plus the girls that she did have In her family like her aunts and older female cousins were rude and bitchy for no reason so she stuck with just hanging around the boys. it was what she was used to and most comfortable with.

Erik's deep voice shook her out of her train of thought and now her eyes were staring into his trying to focus on what he was talking about. "Huh?" She said trying to process what he said. "I'm gonna drop you off at home."

She pouted and huffed out her breath before mumbling "I don't want to go home, why can't I just stay with you?" Erik chuckled dryly. "Because I got other shit to do Israel." The sternness in his voice jumped out and Israel was just about to let her bratty personality show but quickly caught herself.

She was really quite the rest of the ride this time, extremely quite. Erik only chuckled at her for being mad that she was going home instead of with him, but he didn't give a fuck. He had other shit to do like he said.

"So you not gon' talk?" She shrugged before turning on the radio. Erik turned it off. "Don't touch my radio, answer my question."

"What?" She asked as if she didn't hear him the first time round. "You wanna stay with me?" She nodded with puppy dog eyes. He almost melted. Almost.

"Mm." He hummed pulling up to her house. She pouted And huffed, annoyed with him playing with her.  "Whatever." She snapped before grabbing her phone out of his lap and slamming his car door shut. She heard Erik's annoying laugh loud and clear as she stomped her way up the steps to her door. Erik's slowly pulled away making sure she got in safely and when she did he speed away.

Soon as he stopped at a red light he grabbed his phone and went to his new contact: Israel (with the pleading face emoji) since it described her best. His fingers work at the speed of light as he tried to send the text before the lights turn green.

Good night, princess. Imma see you soon so you don't gotta pout and shit alright? He sent and almost instantly she read it. The gray dots appeared and vanished then reappeared and then her rely popped on his screen. Ok :) it was simple but it made him smile.

He almost sent her a text back but decided to just leave it at that. She was happy and fine now so there was no need to reply back.

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Sorry about the weird spacing in some areas Tumblr be weird sometimes with that. 

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I'm Here | Oikawa T.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm back (hopefully for longer since classes are about to end). Anyways, this one's a bit shorter than usual. I hope you like it!

"Yahoo! Knock, knock~ Sorry, practice finished later than usual!" Oikawa called out but was only greeted by darkness, "(n/n)-chan?"

The house was still, not a single noise was heard. Oikawa doubted that you would leave without texting him, it was practically tradition to crash at your place every after school. He looked around, stealing a loaf of bread before heading upstairs. Dim lights could be seen from under the closed door as Oikawa turned the knob, inviting himself in as usual.

"Hey, Iwa-chan told me that-- what are you doing typing, er writing, whatever it is you're doing in the dark?!" He bellowed, flicking the light switch on. A hiss escaped your lips as you momentarily closed your eyes to adjust to the lighting.

"Shut up, Tooru. I'm kind of busy at the moment so if you don't mind, I'd like to finish all of this tonight." His eyes glanced over at the stack of papers on your left as your right hand hovered on top of another, gripping on a pencil tightly. Your left hand was typing away as fast as it could.

"What's all these? Haven't you finished the assignment yesterday?"

"Well, yes but, this one's for the student council. I need to file a report and it needs to be passed at midnight." You then gestured towards the paper, a bit crumpled with the many times you wrote the wrong formula, "And this is for Monday's class presentation."

"And these?" He pointed towards the stack of papers.

"That's…" You blinked a couple of times before responding, "I think it's the ones from the council three days ago that I haven't checked yet. Anyways, I'll handle that after I'm done with this."

"How many hours of sleep did you even get?" He asked.

"What? I don't think my sleep schedule has anything to do with this, Tooru." You answered, not taking your eyes off of your work.

"Just tell me." Oikawa insisted, sitting on your bed as he stared at you.

"Fine. Around two or so? I'll give it a three since I've been running on coffee since I woke up." His brows furrowed, worry etched on his face if only you took the time to look at him.

"That's not good, (n/n)-chan. Come on, I'll finish that." You shook your head, still not lifting your gaze away.

"No way, you had practice just minutes ago! I'm perfectly capable of finishing these within the day if you just so let me. Now shush-- hey!"

"I mean it, (y/n)." You huffed as you glared at him, "You need your sleep. I'll wake you up before dinner."

"What? No! I can't, Tooru!" You protested, standing up from your seat as you felt a slight pain from your head. You shook it off as nothing, "Tachibana-sensei's breathing down my neck saying she'd be the reason why I wouldn't be graduating this year."

"You still have a day to go before classes start again on Monday. You don't need to rush everything today--"

"Haven't you been listening? The report is due tonight. These," You gestured towards the stack of papers, "Might as well be due at the same time. And after this one, I've also got to revise my notes. I'm falling behind, Tooru and I don't want to hear anything from my mother once I move back."

"You won't (y/n), trust me. You're the smartest girl I know in school and probably the busiest one. I'm sure she'd be proud of you--"

"You see, that's not enough. I need to get my grades up, a bit higher than now." You countered. You retorted, huffing in annoyance at how the setter wouldn’t leave you all alone.

"You don't need to. What you need is to calm down a bit. You know that--"

"Will you stop it, Tooru!? You just don't get it, do you?! My parents thought that I would get into Shiratorizawa and what did I do? Fail the exam!" You bellowed, standing up from your seat as the male stepped back a bit. You stood up, voice raised as Oikawa stepped back, "My mom wanted me to at least be at the top during my first and second year, to at least in her words, redeem myself. But I failed on that too. Now, you're telling me to calm down? To take a break? Well, I can't. I've got my family's voices screaming at me saying I should do better! Do you know how--"

"You're crying, (y/n)..." Oikawa whispered as he placed a hand on your cheek, his thumb wiping away the tears. You lightly pushed him back, rubbing your way with your sleeves. He pointed out. A hand lay on your cheek as his thumb wiped away a tear, you pushed him away after, wiping it away with your hands.

"S-shut up. I'm not crying. Just… leave me alone for today, Tooru. I'm really busy and I can't afford to let all of my hard work turn to dust."

"I'll help you."

"For the last time, I--" He cut you off.

"Just let me help!" He was already frustrated seeing the girl he adored so much struggling with her life.

He knew of her problem with her parents and most importantly, he knew the conflict she had with herself. He knew that feeling more than ever. And he didn't want her to feel the same way he did during that time.

And he was afraid that, while it might not cost her a knee, she might lose so much more if she continues. Perhaps, her eyesight or her health. Worst case, her life. And he wasn't going to let her get to that point.

"If Iwa-chan was here, he'd know what to do… but he isn't. And I don't want to disturb him too. I'm just trying my best to help you, because I understand, I understand you the most out of everyone," He walked closer, enveloping you in a hug as the two of you sat on the floor, "You just want to prove something but, you're all fed up about everything. You're trying your best but I guess, to others, that's not good enough."

Tears slowly dripped down from your face once again as you buried your head on his chest, gripping on his jacket, "Why can't you leave me alone, Tooru? I don't care if you get me… I just want to be left alone."

"I'm staying, (y/n) and that's final. I'm not going to let you carry that burden all by yourself anymore. I'm here, remember? I'll help you," Oikawa whispered in your ear as he caressed your back, "You're, besides Iwaizumi, the one I treasure the most. I care about you and I don't want you to suffer like this when I know that I could have tried and saved you from it."

"Why?" That one question made him silent for a while as you looked up at him.

"I… it's because…" He sighed, making you somewhat dread and anticipate the answer at the same time, "I love you, you know that? And while this might possibly be-- ah, who am I kidding? It's the worst time possible to tell you this, I don't think that I'll be able to get another chance like this."

"T-Tooru… I…" You started but went silent as he brought his hand up.

"Please hear me out?" He inhaled before opening his mouth again to speak, "I… I want to support you (y/n), the same way you and Iwaizumi did all these years, especially during the time when I overworked my knee. The two of you were always there. So, let me be there for you too."

"It's just not easy when you've been doing everything yourself for most of your life…" You gulped, avoiding his gaze as you clenched your fists tightly.

"I know. But, I really do love you. And I promise that you'll never regret choosing me unlike how I regret eyeing up girls when I knew that you were right in front of me the whole time and they'll never be you. They'll never be as hardworking, caring and overly kind as you. You're perfect and so much more. Because everything means nothing to me if I can have you to call as mine." Oikawa said, moving a strand of your hair away from your face.

"Even the nationals?" You asked, teasing him a bit.

"I… okay, maybe not the nationals. I still want to beat Ushiwaka and all. But that's besides the point," He shook his head, placing his chin on top of your head, "You're amazing and beautiful, even when you think you're not. And I'm really sorry for confessing at the worst time possible. But, believe me when I say that I love you."

"Why are you… confessing now?" Somehow, this question made him think. It's not like he hadn't practiced his answer in the mirror for a million times, making sure it was perfect to his ears. Not at all. But, given the situation, he'd have to abandon that script and start a new one.

"Well, it just pains me to see you doing the same things I did before, even though your academics and my career as a player are two different things, and I thought that if I manage to successfully tell you how I feel, I could somehow help you carry all of this. Because by that time, I would hopefully be your boyfriend." Oikawa spoke genuinely, moving one of his hands from her back to her head, stroking her hair.

"You don't need to be my boyfriend to help me, you know."

"I know that but you just make it so difficult, argh! Everytime I see you frustrated, I just wanna hug you and kiss you and then take over your work while you rest. But I can't do that as a friend! So… so..." Not that he thought about it, what he said sounded stupid, "Yeah, I know. It's a dumb excuse."

"You're an idiot." The third year laughed out loud.

"I know, Iwa tells me that all the time." You lightly hit his shoulder, hiding the smile that was threatening to show, "At least I made you smile right?"

"I guess you did, Tooru. I guess you did." He hummed in satisfaction before something else you couldn't quite figure out what was etched on his face.

"I'm not going to force you to answer my feelings right away, (y/n)-chan. I can wait." He stammered.

"Why wait when I feel the same way? I love you too, Tooru." He perked up suddenly, making you hide the massive blush on your face.

"Wait, really? You're not joking right? (y/n)?" The setter found you fast asleep, whether or not you were faking it, he wouldn't know. He only chuckled, kissing your head, "Alright… I'll let you get some rest. You deserve it."

He carried you over to your bed, tucking you in. His hand lingered on your cheek, a smile on his face as he whispered.

"Dream of me will you, (y/n)-chan?" Oikawa stood up straight, eyes darting towards your mess of a desk, "Now… which one did she say she needed by midnight?"

Let me hold your hand and carry the same burden you hold. I'll always be here, even if you push me away.