#away from him so that they can take their friends hand and put it on their cheek. and its still warm.

[amnmesias]

𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞

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summary: On September 1st, 1971 you were sorted into Slytherin, putting you on the map as the first Potter to do so, and the first time James Potter turned his back on someone he claimed he loved dearly. You’re slowly drifting away, turning the Potter twins into a sad tale, but after one deadly incident close to Christmas break, James decides to put an end to the distance he unknowingly created. 

How can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dying? 

cw: suicidal ideation, but hinted. scars and blood mention, nosebleed. angst, very heavy on the angst. potter!reader, fem!reader. platonic marauders and rosier twins. background jily.

a/n: sorry if this too much… just had this idea for a while and i needed an outlet. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated. enjoy! xx 

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You sighed, the bandage around your shoulder suffocating you to the point of tears. As much as you tried, you wanted to keep your compartment warm and toasty with the blanket over your seat and legs, but your efforts were in vain at the mere lack of human heat. The fogged window seemed an acceptable distraction as you dragged your finger around, drawing meaningless doodles as the train passed by beautiful landscapes you barely registered. 

Something shifted on your other side, and you turned to find people walking past your compartment, pointing and whispering about you and your sad state. None of them dared to open the door, making the lump in your throat grow with each breath you took. You looked down at the cassette player in your lap, hands too shaky to change the cassette into something more cheerful.

In time, you looked up to find a pair of brown eyes staring at you with both curiosity and pity, you frowned, desperately wishing your brother’s friends would stop pestering you. Their mere presence was a bitter reminder of your brother's abandonment, the pain you suffered seeing them fill your place, share laughter together like you both did many years ago. You looked away, luckily for you, Remus got the signal and made to move past the compartment; but to Remus’ ill luck, James followed his gaze and opened the door.

“Mum said Dad won’t be able to come, but will be waiting for us at the Manor.” He murmured, his eyes pointedly trying to not stare too hard at the bandages peeking through your jumper. You nodded. “She will meet us at the station.”

“Okay,” You said, not moving to take your headphones off, nor to look at him to meet his gaze. You feared you would cry if you looked at him, a reminder of the despair in his eyes when they brought you into the infirmary. “I knew that, you know we still write to each other, right?”

James nodded quickly, swallowing hard at your voice devoid of emotion. “Yeah, just… Just wanted to make sure,” He paused, quickly stepping in to fully enter and close the door behind him. You finally turned your head to him with surprise. “You alright?”

You scoffed, finally taking your headphones off your ears, “What do you think, James?” This time, he has no qualms about studying you completely, eyes skimming over your poor posture as a result of the accident. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes, your blood boiled as you spat. “Yes, I’m fine. Will that be all, or…?”

James closed his mouth and schooled his face, something desperately needing to be said. You bit your lip, your insides filling with regret but having no intention of backing away from the incoming disagreement. Something in you stirred with hope, hope that he would finally give you your place and sit with you. However, the bespectacled boy simply nodded and left the compartment. 

You let out a breath, disbelief and disappointment in your heart as you placed the headphones back in your head. A tear slowly rolled down your cheek and you quickly cleaned it, your shaky hand almost poking your eye as you desperately tried to swallow the possible panic attack you felt looming over you. The countless letters addressed to you from your mother heavy on your satchel, most of them asking you to fix your relationship with James, the other begging you to take care of yourself, you weren’t sure which ones hurt the most. 

The moment the word Sectumsempra left Snape’s mouth, a curse filled with magic so dark not even the boy could understand it, you almost felt bad for the relief you felt in your chest at the pain that took over your body. That morning still felt like a far away memory, a dream that shook you up so much you still recalled after you woke up; McGonagall’s surprised gasp and the students that were unfortunate enough to witness the moment your fellow housemate almost made you cut into pieces. You were brought up in a rush to the infirmary where your brother and his friends recovered from a rather violent full moon, James had almost passed out at the pure rage he felt when he was informed of the situation. You weren’t proud to admit that your brother being angry on your behalf was a nice memory to die with, a redemption that came almost too late. 

You weren’t even prouder to admit to the sinking feeling in your chest when you woke up to find nothing had changed, the only remains that someone still cared about you in the form of Madam Pomfrey’s gentle touches. James hadn’t stayed back to check on you, and you couldn’t blame him. To that day, you couldn’t fully stare at your reflection in the mirror without your eyes filling with tears, had it not been for Pandora, promoted to friend as of lately, you wouldn’t have been able to even put the healing potions in your scars. 

Just in time, three knocks came at the door, you turned, ready to yell at your brother or his friends to fuck off, but Pandora’s gentle smile made you pause. She pointed at the seat across from you, cold and empty, and you nodded dumbly. She stepped in, arms filled with sweets from the trolley and smiled at you as she made herself comfortable in the seat. 

“Hi, how are you feeling?”

Why is everyone asking me that?, you thought bitterly. Immediately feeling regretful when Pandora presented you with a Chocolate Frog. 

“I’m okay,” you murmured, shyly taking the sweet from her hand. She had a different color in each of her nails, you noted. “Thank you.”

Her platinum white locks fell to her shoulder as she sat back, her own Chocolate Frog in her hand. She smiled at you and picked her book, and you wanted to cry tears of happiness. Comfortable silences were Pandora’s main form of love language, you quickly learned, and you were eternally grateful for the company. You weren’t sure if you had it in you to put up with your self hatred for another moment, let alone the rest of the train ride.

You looked up from your cassette case, eyes lingering a beat too long on the compartment door. 

“He’s two compartments over,” She said breezily, noticing the hesitance in your movements. “I passed them on my way here, he seems gutted.”

“Oh, please,” You made a scoffing sound, your shaky hand struggling to take a new cassette off its box. “He just feels bad for me, but he’s going to do absolutely nothing about it.” You poked your cheek with your tongue, satisfied when you finally got the cassette out. 

“Have you thought that maybe,” Pandora started to say, fully closing her book now that she had your undivided attention, “maybe… he thinks it’s too late? You have been a bit too cold to him…”

“It’s the least he deserves,” You spat, then cleared your throat. If Pandora felt offended at your anger, she didn’t show, she never did. You looked back to the window, feeling the train had noticeably slowed down. “I just… I’m so tired of waiting for him, I don’t… I don’t know how to feel, I so badly wanted him to get close but now that he’s trying I don’t…” To your utter horror, you felt tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “I’m so confused.”

Pandora’s lips curled in an empathetic smile, she reached and held your shaky hand, gently sweeping her thumb across your knuckles, you took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself as students began to empty the train. 

“I’m sorry,” You dared to meet her heterochromic eyes. 

She shook her head, chuckling quietly. “No need to be sorry, keeping those feelings bottled up must be so tiring, I’m sure.” You laughed weakly, and used your free hand to discretely clean your cheeks. “You might’ve accepted your loneliness a long time ago, but that doesn’t mean it has to be permanent, sweet girl. Evan would agree, though he’s more shy to actually say it. You got more people in your corner than you realize, only if you let them…” She turned to the door, and you followed her gaze where you found James and Sirius walking past with a troubling look in their eyes. Pandora stood up, “You need help with your trunk?”

You opened your mouth, but were interrupted by the door opening. “Ready to go?” Sirius asked, and you frowned.

“I can carry it, thank you.” You smiled at Pandora, pointedly ignoring his question. She nodded, and reached to give you a quick hug, gentle and careful to not hurt you. “I’ll see you next term.”

“Write me?” She smiled, passing you a small box and you nodded, eyes in a daze as you tried to read the note. She walked to the door, and smiled at both boys. “Happy christmas.” 

You watched her go, shaky hand still holding the box. James frowned, and studied you for a few more seconds before Sirius, who wanted to leave the station immediately before his parents would show up to drag him and Regulus away, cleared his throat rather loudly. 

“Are you ready to go?” He repeated, making a move to take your trunk but you swiftly picked it up. Your features a mix of anger and, if he had more time to look at you, he would also find pain. “Don’t be stubborn, I can take that.”

“I can take my own trunk, Sirius. But thank you.” You spat, then turned away from both boys. “I’ll meet you in the platform in a moment, let me just put everything away.” You pointed to your little cocoon, the blanket and cassette player tossed aside in your previous vacated seat. “Just remember to—”

“To not tell Mum anything,” Finished James for you, an edge to his voice. “We know.”

You nodded, fear settling in your chest at the prospect of your brother picking up the argument you had nights before. Him begging you to tell your parents about what happened with Snape, to prepare them for your almost deadly state, but you met him head on, not willing to back down until he dropped the matter. He had walked away mid argument, his friends staring at you both with something akin to sadness, watching the distance grow impossibly longer despite James’ recent efforts to fix it. You had cried that night in Pandora’s arms as she and her brother watched you with both sadness and regret, you, for your part, seemed blind to the fact that they had been the reason James had breached that subject with you.

The bespectacled boy nodded, and stepped out of the compartment with Sirius close behind. You took the cassette player and put the headphones back on, Billy Joel’s Piano Man a fitting soundtrack to the way you felt. You took your satchel and hurriedly put the messily folded blanket inside, made an assesment of the compartment to not leave anything behind and silently walked out of the compartment towards the platform.

You watched with a sinking feeling as your mother enthusiastically greeted James, grabbing him by his cheeks and showering him with kisses, Sirius and the rest of his friends in line to receive the same treatment. He says, Bill, I believe this is killing me, Billy Joel sang in your ears and you readily agreed, walking towards the bunch with a tiny smile and your insides filled with dread. 

Euphemia Potter’s bright smile dimmed when she met your eyes, and noted the sadness that, evident to everyone but you, radiated off your body as you placed your headphones around your neck. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, your brother and his friends watching the exchange nervously, as she practically balanced herself over you in a tight hug.

“My lovely girl,” You were horrified to almost hear her voice breaking, the least you wanted was your mother to worry for you. “How I missed you, oh, look at you.”

“Hi, mum…” You muttered, bitting your lip as she accidentally squeezed precisely around your middle, where your most painful scar was located. “Missed you too, Dad too, of course.” You patted her back awkwardly and she pulled back.

“You’re so small, oh, my girl, please be honest with me,” She grabbed your cheeks the same way she did to James, and you successfully swallowed the lump in your throat. “Have you been eating properly? I knew that veganism nonsense simply  wouldn’t do.”

Her eyes studied you much like James did earlier, and you bit your lip nervously. You knew what was coming, and you wanted to take off and disappear from her searching eyes.

“I’m actually quite hungry…” You said quietly, hoping it would be enough to distract her. 

Your mother, however, couldn’t be deterred. “What happened here?”

Unconsciously, you met James’ eyes. “Quiddtich accident.” You replied quickly, the lie easily slipping past your lips. “Fell off my broom, doesn’t hurt, though. I’m okay.”

“Quidditch!” She exclaimed, chuckling as she turned to James who smiled in return to avoid giving you away. “Honestly, what is it with my children and Quidditch? Can’t wait to see your dad’s face— Speaking of! He must be driving himself mad waiting for us! Come, come! Dear, you need help with your trunk?”

“I’m okay—” You replied and she quickly turned to shepherd everyone out of the plaform. 

“Here,” Remus walked to you, taking the handle from your shaky hand, hard to notice to the blind eye, but he knew better, he was familiar. You frowned, and he made his voice extra quiet as he spoke, “I know you can manage but you’re going to make them worse, and by the time we get to the manor everyone will notice. It’s no problem, really.”

You stared at him, then at James who pretended to listen as Sirius and your mother fussed over Regulus, who would join you for the first time for the holidays. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and you forced yourself to look back at Remus, he smiled kindly as you nodded mutely and trailed behind the group. A comfortable silence falling between you both.

—

Potter manor seemed to stay stuck in time, with its beautiful pillars and big stained glass windows letting in colorful rays of sunshine when the english countryside allowed it. You looked through the window at your mother’s lovely garden she devoted herself to during springtime, surely to kill time when your dad was busy at work and her children away at school, her caring nature evident in the way all the flowers grew beautifully, despite the current cold weather. You sighed, and walked away ready to face your hideous fate, your secret stash of healing potions and your scars ready to be tended to.

You stopped short in front of your bed, Pandora’s present small in contrast to your belongings sprawled all over your bedding. It had her touch all over the decoration, even if the card claimed it was from both Rosier twins, the silver bow and colorful wrapping paper showing her peculiar taste. Your shaky hand hovered over the ribbon and gently tugged it to open the box, where you found a pretty aquamarine necklace along with a soft pair of green knitted mittens sitting neatly enveloped by tissue paper. You smiled and wasted no time to try and put the necklace around your neck, ignoring the fact that your shaky hands would make the task nearly impossible. 

You were about to throw the necklace across the room in desperation when you heard a light knock on the door. 

“Yes?” You managed to speak out, a sob begging to leave your lips. There was silence on the other side and you briefly wondered if you imagined the whole thing. “What?”

“Can I come in?” Sirius said quietly, and you frowned, but replied a quiet yes before turning your back to the door. “Hi,” He said as he stepped in, careful in his movements.

“Hi,” You echoed quietly, looking around the room to avoid meeting his eyes. 

Sirius stared at the necklace in your hand and the discarded box in the other, “Need help with that?”

“I’m okay,” You followed his gaze and shook your head, knowing well it was a losing battle with the piece of jewelry. “I was just untangling it,” You said, barely believing it, and by his face, Sirius didn’t seem to believe you, either.

He stepped closer to you, his movements more confident. “Let me help you,” You opened your mouth to protest, but ended up handing him the necklace, knowing it was a losting battle arguing with him, too. “Stubborn thing you are, trying to put on this tiny necklace when your hands are shaking like a leaf.” He pointed as he stood behind you.

A silence followed, and you stared down at your hands, suddenly insecure in the way they trembled, another souvenir from your fellow housemate’s attack. 

“I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

“They’re not very noticeable,” He allowed, gently tugging your shoulders to make you face him. “But sadly, love, I am very familiar with these kinds of things.” His grey eyes pointedly looked at the blood dots peeking through your bandages from your jumper. “I would change those before supper if I were you.”

You swallowed and nodded, “Thank you. Is this why you came here? Is the food ready?”

He opened his mouth, but seemed to think better of it, and nodded his head. “Yes, um… Mum told me she made you some of your vegan requests.”

“Oh,” You frowned, and he chuckled quietly at the surprise in your face. “I’ll be down in a moment… I have to…”

“I know,” He nodded, then made to walk out the door but paused on the threshold, turning to face you once again. “You know… James, he’s really trying, it’s just… He doesn’t know how to reach out.”

A beat. 

“Was it hard for you? To reach out to Regulus? After everything?”

He seemed to be taken aback with your question, frowning and very clearly about to tell you to mind your sodding business, but then his eyes got a very sad look that you despised. You both dreaded and hoped for his answer.

“It was difficult, yes, but because of the way we were raised, not because there wasn’t love, it was just very tangled with other things, confusion, anger and resentment… But the love persevered. I think… I think that’s what made it bearable, that at the end of the day we loved each other despite everything.”

You nodded, visibly not satisfied with his answer. “I get that, but… you said it yourself, it was hard because of the way you were raised so… what is stopping James?”

Sirius seemed pretty close to tears himself, feeling for you and frustrated at the way James acted. Honestly not even himself could explain the way James handled everything since you both were sorted, admittedly he hadn’t known him long enough back then to be confused by the evident indifference towards you, but as he grew to know you both, that confusion grew in significance. It couldn’t have been the same James that offered him his home without thinking twice when he learned the hell that was Grimmauld Place, it was hard for Sirius to think that James held some resentment towards his sister for being sorted into Slytherin when he himself despised Sirius’ parents for disowning him for being a Gryffindor. You didn’t seem to be particularly fond of the pureblood supremacy ideologies your house held, either; keeping to yourself and to your friends, the Rosier twins and occasionally Regulus as of lately, and the gentle way you carried yourself through the hallways. He often wondered if the Sorting Hat had made a mistake. 

“I… I don’t know, sweetheart,” He sighed. “I’m sorry if I overstepped, I don’t think this is a conversation for me to participate in.” 

“It’s alright,” You nodded, once again swallowing the lump in your throat. “I’ll be down in a minute.” You said before marching towards your bathroom, pointedly closing the door behind you. 

Sirius sighed, feeling very angry at himself for the way he managed to mess it all up in a matter of seconds. A hand squeezed his shoulder and he turned his face to meet both Remus and his brother’s sad eyes, he shrugged sadly and closed the door to your room quietly. A few seconds later, Lily walked out of her own room, immediately taking notice of the three boys sadly staring at your door and ushered them all to the dinning room, a sad look in her own eyes as she pointedly tried to ignore the knot in her stomach. 

—

You stared blankly at a spot next to your father‘s face as you pretended to listen to his very heated debate with James about where should the next Quidditch Cup be. The food long gone and conversations passed in a daze as you ate supper and managed to participate here and there and answer the questions directed to you. You unconsciously thumbed the precious gemstone resting in your chest, the repetitive action helped you make the shakiness in your hands less evident. 

You sat in a wingback chair, making a cocoon of yourself as you watched your brother and his friends happily chatting away to different topics, you watched as he occasionally grabbed Lily’s hand and kissed it, or the way he reached over his girlfriend to shove Sirius’ shoulder, mischief glistening behind his glasses. You knew you were being a killjoy, your pain almost an imposition in their delightful conversation had they noticed, if they ever did, or let them notice, you bitterly thought. 

“Oh, darling,” Suddenly you had a handkerchief shoved to your nose. You frowned, but let your mother’s hand cradle your face back. “You almost stained your jumper,” Horrified, you noticed that your nose was bleeding, a common occurrence since the incident. 

“Sorry,” You mumbled, trying to look away from her eyes, slowly filling with worry. “Don’t know what happened there, strange.”

“Good thing your mum has good reflexes,” your dad pointed, chuckling and blissfully unaware of the sudden tension in the room. “Growing up with you lot gave her reflexes of steel, she would’ve been a killer Seeker.”

“Let that go, honey,” Your mum added distractly, looking into your eyes, searching for… what? You were not sure, but her scrutiny made you nervous. “Are you okay?”

You inhaled deeply, suddenly feeling very warm. “Yes, I can take it, mum–” You made to raise your hand to take the handkerchief from her, her eyes falling on your hands.

“Are you cold?”

“What? No. I’m fine.”

“But you’re shaking.” She argued, and you found yourself slowly losing your patience at her questioning. “Are you sure you’re—”

“Can everyone stop asking me that? I said I’m fine.” You spat, shocking everyone into silence, even yourself. “Sorry, I… I’m sorry. That was uncalled for, I…Yes, I’m alright.”

Somewhere from the floor came a scoff and you felt dread recoiling around your ribcage. You lowered the handkerchief from your face to see James dryly chuckling at you, his hazel eyes holding a fire that was only reserved for… Horrified, you realized he was about to tell your parents everything. 

“James,” You whispered, pleading with your eyes to force him to take a step back. But your brother seemed done covering for you. “Please don’t.”

“James?” Your mother turned to him, who in return stood up from his spot on the floor, Lily reached out to pull him down again. “Is anyone going to fill me in as to what’s gotten into you both?”

He stared hard at you, then, “She was attacked.” 

And just as the words slipped past his lips, chaos ensued with your parents, neither of them expecting those words to leave James’ lips. The air was sucked out of your lungs, and you reached to press the heel of your hand to your sternum, as if that would help your lungs accept the air you desperately seeked. You were not sure where you got the strength, but you marched towards him, betrayal in your eyes. 

“You have no right,” You sneered, meeting his stormy gaze, he looked down at you, both your bodies pulsating with unresolved anger. “You promised!”

“I did not promise a damn thing to you. You’re my sister, and I cannot simply sit back and watch you fade away from us, can I?”

You scoffed. “It didn’t stop you before, hasn’t it?” He stepped back, as if your words alone had slapped him across his face. Your parents watched the scene with horror. “You’re my sister, you’re a liar. You made it very clear I am very much not your sister, James. In fact, I think you made it very clear to everyone that anyone can be accepted into your fucking marauders club except me.” 

“Wait, so this is why you’re so miffed with me? Because I didn’t let you in the Marauders?” James had the nerve to laugh, and you stared at him in shock. “You have officially lost the plot, grow up, I beg you.”

“James!”

“No, James,” You met him head on, stom in your eyes as you tried to find your words. “Contrary to what your ego-driven mind might think, not everyone wants to be part of your glorified freak show.” You said, not at all regretting the venom in your voice. “You left me. You… you don’t even try, you think that just because you fought for me, breaking Snape’s nose, everything would be forgiven?”

“Look at what he did to you!” He pointed, squirming a finger inside the neckline of your jumper, pulling down to show everyone the bandage in your shoulder. You slapped his hand away with anger, but he grabbed your hand and raised it for everyone to see. “You can barely function with these shakes, look, you can barely put on a necklace!”

“James, stop,” Came Remus’ stern voice from somewhere in the room. 

At this, your glossy eyes turned to Sirius, who, until that moment, had managed to sit back calmly and not let the whole ordeal get to him. He looked away as your betrayal was evident in your eyes.

“That wasn’t for you to tell, Sirius.” You said to him quietly, anger barely contained.

“Well, I, for one, am glad he told me. You could’ve gone the entire break hiding it from us had it not been for Sirius.”

“Like hiding it is such a hard task.” You snapped. “You barely notice my presence let alone a silly shake in my hands. I could’ve died that day and you wouldn’t have noticed at all, James.”

“You damn right could’ve bloody died! Go on, show them,” He stepped closer, and you barely registered his intention until it was too late. 

With the help of his reflexes, you were a beat too late to stop him from lifting the hem of your jumper, exposing some of the fully healed scars in your stomach, the biggest one cutting through your navel in a nasty gash. Your mother gasped and her eyes filled with tears immediately, your father stared in shock, despair evident in his eyes. You pushed James away with all the strength you could muster, accidentally pushing your mother in the process, and pulled your jumper back down. 

“You’re a complete, utter, dickhead, James.” You stared at him in shock, so did everyone in the room. “Fuck you, seriously, fuck you.”

“Darling,” Your mother stepped to you, but you were too mortified to even accept her hug. “How long… How did this…” She seemed desperately finding the right words to go, but a sob left her lips instead. You finally allowed the tears in your eyes to trail down your cheeks. “Why didn’t you say?”

“What would I even say?” You said desperately in between shallow breaths, your usually calm demeanor breaking. “That I was so depressed I riled him up so he could hurt me? That I didn’t even fight back? How was I supposed to explain that, mum? Tell me,” Before you could even process it, the feelings you had bottled up for months seemed to be done being held back in your chest. You chuckled humorlessly, “How would that conversation even go? That I’m so miserable, though I have no reason to be, that I walked towards the one person who would surely hurt me and enjoy it? This, exactly, is why I didn’t say. But here comes bloody James Potter who has to be everyone’s fucking hero! Are you happy now, James? Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to thank you in front of everyone that you saved my honor by hurting Snape? Well, there you go. Now leave me the fuck alone.”

Had you been less blinded by your anger, you probably would’ve waited for anyone to speak, or at last apologize for the amount of curse words you managed to say in a span of 20 seconds, but you simply exhaled deeply and stormed off towards your room, where you surely would spend the rest of your days crying away in embarrassment at the situation. Your tears fell hot and fast as you slammed the door behind you and sat on your bed, ignoring the stinging sensation in your shoulder by your harsh movements. Your hands shook impossibly harder to the point of actual pain in your joints, and pressed your face to your hands as you cried hard. Your sobs loud enough to drown the chaos from downstairs, your own doing, you thought angrily. 

The door to your room opened, your brain too shaken up and confused, you opened your mouth to speak but a pained sob left your lips instead. Remus’ brows pinched with sadness as he walked to you, your disheveled hair, tear streaken cheeks and the dried trail of blood down your nose an exact mirror of your inner turmoil. He stepped closer and stretched his arms out, an open invitation in case you didn’t want to be touched, but you desperately needed something or someone to ground you before you could definitely reach a full blown breakdown. A breakdown days in the making.

“You’re okay,” He said as you stepped into his arms. He carefully caged you in, keeping you secure as you felt your chest shreding to pieces as you let out sob after sob. “No one is mad at you, we’re not, I promise you, not your mum, not your dad, no one. You’re okay.” He whispered, close to tears himself. 

Soon, you felt a hand rubbing your back carefully, then, Lily’s gentle voice spoke, “Take deep breaths, honey,” 

“I… I can’t,” You scraped out, voice raspy and worn out. “I…”

“Do it with me,” She instructed, and you pulled away from your hideaway to meet her gaze. Lily smiled sadly as she gently grabbed your hand and raised it to her own chest, where you felt her own heart beating, “Follow me, okay? You can.”

You inhaled and exhaled deeply, and she did it with you. As she busied you with breathing exercises, Remus walked to your bathroom to grab a cloth and damp it with warm water, when he walked back to your room, you seemed visibly calmer. He silently passed the cloth to Lily and sat beside you on the bed, she looked into your eyes and gently pressed it to your lips and under your nose, no-doubtedly cleaning the blood and snot off your face. None of you dared to speak, the only sound in the room the occasional hiccup leaving your lips, the fight leaving you tired and numb.

“I don’t know what crossed his mind to do that,” Began Lily, pointedly keeping her voice monotone to not spark another collapse from you. “That was very…”

“Barbaric?” Remus supplied, him not trying to keep his anger away from his tone. Lily frowned at him. 

“Unlike him.” She said, then turned to you. “What he said, what he did… That was very cruel.”

“Yeah, well… I seem to always bring out the cruelest parts of him.” You finally spoke, and she hushed you to not strain your voice more. 

“I think he’s very angry at himself, and he stupidly managed to show it in the worst way possible.” Remus pointed, the fight leaving his body as he gingerly placed a loose hair behind your ear. “It was very obvious to everyone that you were struggling but it passed right above him…”

“He didn’t need to make such a spectacle of himself though, and me. We could’ve talked it, if he had asked.”

Both Remus and Lily gave you a deadpan look. 

“Okay, maybe not at first but why is it always me the one that has to reach out? I’m tired of embarrassing myself seeking for his attention.” 

“You’re right,” The three of you looked up to find James standing at the threshold of your bedroom, a mix of feelings displayed in his face, regret being the most evident. “And I’m sorry.”

Lily looked at you, and you met her green eyes. She frowned, are you sure? Her eyes asked, and you nodded, grabbing the cloth from her hand. Both stood up and walked to leave, Lily ignoring the pleading look from her boyfriend as she closed the door behind her. The room fell eerily quiet as you stared at each other, assessing your stances. 

“I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said,” You mumbled, looking down at the cloth in your hands. 

“I’m sorry,” He repeated, as he walked closer, you tensed immediately and something inside his chest cracked. “I shouldn’t have… I… It wasn’t my place.”

You closed your eyes, succumbing to the tears forming in your eyes and brought the cloth to clean your cheeks. 

“I told you to not say anything, James. Why didn’t you listen? I… I don’t want mum or dad to get in between our mess.”

“Our mess,” He echoed, sitting next to you on the bed when you showed no signs of backing away again. “I did make a mess of everything, didn’t I?”

“It has always been, I was just the only one willing to see it as that.”

James frowned. “That’s not true.” He exhaled deeply, searching for your eyes. “I… I know I haven’t been the best brother to you but, but I wouldn’t say it reached a point where you feel like you can’t tell me anything.” 

“James,” You chuckled dryly, not even trying to argue again but to get him to see where you were coming from. “You don’t even acknowledge me back at school, you practically pretend I don’t exist.”

“I’m sorry.”

“See, you keep saying that, but I don’t hear reasons why I should forgive you.” 

“You shouldn’t forgive me, angel. In fact, what happened downstairs is the least punishment imaginable you could throw at me.” His chest filled with hope when you chuckled wetly. “I just… When I saw you in that cot, bleeding out and barely conscious, I felt like a part of me was being torn away… I had never felt so helpless in my life, knowing you would be taken away from me that easily and that I never tried to reach out? It’s been eating me alive, especially when you have been so calm about it, now I know why,”

You looked away, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to say that, I don’t know why I said it.”

“See, I think you did mean it. And it’s okay,” James scooted closer, his hand reached to yours in question, you placed it over his. He squeezed it four times, and you smiled despite the sadness in your heart. The mighty Potter duo, your own way of consoling each other when you were children. “Just, let me try again? Be a brother?”

“You never stopped being my brother, James, not to me.”

“To me neither, I’m still your brother, even if I haven’t shown it how you deserve it. But,” He paused, searching for your eyes, “Promise me that you’ll stop drifting away, that you’ll be in a distance where I can reach you.”

You swallowed, but nodded. “I’m sorry, too. I didn’t… I didn’t mean to have it get this bad, I just, I just wanted you to notice me.” Something inside you broke, and so did your voice. Thankfully, you were close enough for James to reach over and hug you gently. “I didn’t realize you wanted to talk to me, or… or get closer. I’m sorry, I’ll stay close. I promise.” You whispered, and reached out to squeeze his hand, four times. 

“I hope you can forgive me for what happened downstairs, too… I don’t… I just got so angry at myself, and… and you, but I shouldn’t have aired your pain like that.” He spoke after a long silence, voice barely contained as he fought back his own sob, not because he didn’t want to cry, but to get his feelings known. “It’s okay if it takes a while, too, I just want you to know that I’m sorry, and I regret it… I do.” I regret everything I did, it’s the bit he didn’t say, but you heard it clear in the pain in his voice.

You nodded, feeling satisfied with the heart to heart, “It might take a while, but thank you.” You dropped your head on his shoulder, and closed your eyes, finally letting your body relax against your brother. 

Your brother, who was there, willingly, hugging you. It was a nice feeling to fall asleep to, you thought as you drifted off. James looked down as your head got heavier, and noticed in your parted lips that you had fallen asleep at some point of your shared silence. He smiled, and helped you get fully into the bed, carefully placing your belongings away. 

He made to leave, but you pulled him back, your voice heavy with sleep, “Stay?”

And James, even in his drowsy state, couldn’t fight back the happiness he felt in his heart. He nodded, though you couldn’t see him, and laid next to you, your hands clasped together as you both drifted away holding onto each other, very much like you did once upon a time when you were little. 

In your desk, messily thrown along with your things by James, was Pandora’s gift, and a note in neat handwriting that said: 

Happy christmas sweet girl. Aquamarine, your birthstone, is said to possess healing properties known to cure even the most devastating of heartbreaks and tame the most powerful oceans into tranquility and peace. It also gives the bearer hope and clarity.  Love, Evan and Pandora Rosier. 

[mlthree]

(tf141!reader x simon riley)

task force 141 hated mess hall food. and they weren’t alone in that. the entire base hated the mess hall food. was it the worst thing they’d ever tasted in their whole lives? no. was it terrible? …yes. you couldn’t just keep putting chili flakes on everything. you had to do something about this.

so when you all finish a mission in berlin, you make some stupid excuse about swinging by a friend you haven’t seen in years. the boys know you’re lying. it’s not that you’re a bad liar, it’s just that you can’t contain your excitement for what was brewing in that gorgeous mind of yours.

simon tails you. obviously. are you two dating? hell no. as in not yet. but he’d be damned if he was gonna just let you walk around berlin alone. not like he had anything better to do.

you swing by a butcher shop and a chinese grocery store, and when you leave, simon notes that your backpack seems to weigh significantly more than it did when you went in.

interesting.

you waited two days until all the boys were occupied before starting on your master plan. price was in some meeting with laswell, soap was asleep, gaz was at the shooting range, and simon was sparring. or so you thought. you’re cleaning the beef in the team’s little kitchenette-living room area when simon comes up behind you, asking what you’re up to. you have a knife in your hand. if he didn’t have such quick reflexes, it would’ve ended up being simon skewers on the menu instead. 

“jesus christ, si. you don’t have to prove to me why you’re called ghost.” 

“was wondering when you were gonna cook everything you bought in berlin.”

“fucking stalker.” he gives you this look. the look that shuts you up every. single. time. you shift your weight from foot to foot, looking around for some way to diffuse the tension. “can you get started on the sauce?”

“nah.” you blink. what the fuck does he mean, ‘nah’? “would rather taste your cooking.” you roll your eyes, resisting the urge to smile. simon can tell. he leans against the counter right next to the stove, and you turn back around to the island to continue prepping the meat. you ignore that he has a perfect view of your ass. he, obviously, doesn't.

the process goes rather smoothly, with simon poking his nose in things here and there. you could’ve sworn he was carefully checking the seals on every single bottle of spice and flavoring you’d bought, making you laugh a bit to yourself. he is helpful when you need to actually sear the beef, letting you make the rice and sauce. you do have to smack his hands away a few times, telling him he can eat when everyone else does.

there is one notable part of the process, though. you're adding the honey to the sauce (you never could've guessed you needed honey for mongolian beef, thankfully kyle's tea sweetener came in handy) and simon is giving you that fucking look. again. looking from the honey, to you, to the honey, to you. a rather inappropriate image pops up in your head as you stare into his eyes, maybe kyle could go back to sugar for a bit, maybe the contents of this bottle could be used for other purposes—

“honey's overflowin',” simon points out, and you look down to see the honey pouring over the side of the measuring spoon.

“shit. right. sorry.”

it takes longer than you would’ve assumed, an extra half hour added onto the original 30 minutes you originally thought it would take. you blame simon. it wasn’t easy to stay on task when you could feel his eyes on you. you send a quick text to the groupchat that dinner will be held in the kitchenette tonight, and everyone was strictly prohibited from entering until 1900 hours. glancing at the clock that told you 18:49, you make your final adjustments while simon helps you set the island.

almost on the dot, price and johnny come in, with price immediately exclaiming at how good it smells and soap just closing his eyes and taking a deep breath of the aroma. both of their jaws drop when they see the table, and if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought you had cooked a feast for two starving prisoners.

“sweetheart. you didn’t.” are the first words out of price’s mouth, making you smile wide. 

“i did! come on, sit down. and soap, pick your jaw up off the floor.” the sergeant quickly follows your orders, and scrambles into a seat next to john, with everyone watching amusedly at his excitement.

“should we wait for gaz?” you ask.

“you said 1900 hours. early bird catches the worm. or the beef, in this case.” price shrugs, clearly having no remorse in shoveling the food onto his plate. soap nods hastily in agreement, and you and simon exchange amused looks.

gaz joins only a few minutes late, annoyedly remarking at price and soap’s heap of food when he realizes what he missed out on. you tell him to sit down and grab some while he can, still a bit shocked at the pace that price and johnny are devouring the food at.

“bonnie,” soap manages in between shovels of his food, “you deserve. the best head in the world for this. or somethin' of that sort.” the entire table erupts in laughter, and you shake your head with a huge grin on your face.

“that wouldn't even be the worst thing to happen to me.” you try not to notice simon staring you down. staring. as if he was imagining doing exactly what soap had said—

“no, but seriously, this is too good. i could eat this every day for the rest of my life,” gaz adds, taking another bite. “nobody would complain if you cooked more often. just for us, though. gotta keep you a secret.” you just smile tightly, returning simon’s gaze. the fact that you could see his lips because he had turned his balaclava up to eat wasn’t helping—

“love, everything okay?” your head snaps to gaz, and you quickly nod. 

“yeah, yeah, everything’s fine. just need some more water,” you quickly save yourself, mouth suddenly feeling dry. you can see the corners of simon’s mouth quirk up ever so slightly.

this man was going to be the death of you.

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[youryanderedaddy]

tw: vampire "roommate", mostly light - hearted, teasing, murder threat (not reader)

"You're early today." He murmurs, taking a long drag off one of your cigarettes - the ones you carefully hid in the drawer precisely because you hoped he wouldn't find them - but alas.

"Didn't know you were keeping track, father." You scoff with unhidden annoyance, throwing your bag across the room - and it flops on the floor unceremoniously.

"Father," The vampire snickers sardonically, reaching to stroke the cross on his chess - you knows it's cheap and plastic, so it can't hurt him, not really. Maybe that's why he wears it - perhaps some part of his self - absorbed, immortal, twisted sense of humor finds it funny, hilarious even. "Very catholic - I like it. Say it again for me?" He teases, voice so silky it grazes your ears - something you're just not in the mood for today.

"Very funny." You roll your eyes, crossing your arms before you slowly find the courage to walk up to him. You look up - his dark locks are perfectly neat, flowing down gracefully like lilies, another painful reminder of his immorality. "I told you multiple times not to touch my cigs, okay?" You take a deep breath, grabbing the half - empty box in a flashy, demonstrative manner and waving it across his pretty, smug face. "Obviously I can't stop you from marging here whenever you want - and God, did I try," He chuckles at that, raising a single eyebrow - but you ignore him and continue. "But you can at least pretend not to be here while I'm away. And don't touch my stuff! Ugh!"

You sit down on your bed, feeling powerless, defeated from university, life, and the terrible day you had just had. It all feels like too much - but none of your frustrations get to Julian, who keeps observing you with curiosity.

"Why do you even smoke them? You're already dead." You keep ranting, throwing your hands in the air. "S'not like you can speed up the process." You mumble under your breath as you put the box on the buro beside you, which makes the man laugh whole - heartedly, sitting next to you. You swallow quietly, unnerved by the shortened distance - he's been showing at your flat for more than an year now, always unannounced - butting into your life, prying every little detail and crook of information, yet you still freeze up when you feel the cold radiating off his skin. It's unnatural - inhuman, and your heat recognizes what the other lacks. What he's not, and what he is, deep down - a predator.

"I like it. In all of your movies I see men and women smoking as they stare into the distance oh-so-mysteriously. I thought you humans liked that stuff." The man nudges towards you, smirking - and despite your best efforts, you feel completely and utterly mesmerized by the pure whiteness of his skin, the sheer contrast of soft red lips and sharp blue eyes. You can't deny it - every part of you wants to reach out and feel the ice under your fingers. He calls it "song of the void" - just like sirens, silver - born vampires like him have a certain magnetism, an all - encompassing charm meant to entice and tempt, and eventually trap the prey under control. So what does that make you?

"Oh, cheer up, princess. This was a joke. Why the long face?" Julian adds softly, catching your tired gaze. "Wait, don't tell me. I know what it is." He clicks his tongue, eyes full of mischief. "It's your little boyfriend, isn't it? What was his name again, Tiggy?"

"It's R-ricky!" You squel, growing more embarrassed by the second - this can't be happening. "And he's not my boyfriend!" You exhale, suddenly overtaken by even more fatigue. "He's just some asshole from the union." You whisper under your nose, but he, of course, picks up on it - heightened senses and all. The vampire then presses two cold fingers against your left cheek, bringing them to his lips - and you have to force yourself not to flinch, to remind yourself that you are technically friends - that he wouldn't hurt you.

Julian clicks his tongue in disapproval, eyes flickering with playfulness dancing on the edge between cruelty and kindness.

"Your cheeks are awfully warm for someone who doesn't care." His voice deepens as you try to collect yourself - to hide any sign of a fleeting feeling on your face, but it's all for naught. The man can read you like a book.

"I am jealous, you know..." He leans against the wall dramatically, a deep sigh on his lips - yet just for a split second, you notice his fangs sharpening. "I mean, you never get so flustered when you're talking to me." He gives you a cheeky half - smile, but his eyes remain serious and fixed onto your face. His hand rests on your thigh, drawing circles into your skin, and you can't help wondering if he can feel the blood pumping underneath - if some part of him, no matter how deep and hidden, wants to sink into the warm flesh. "I am starting to think you don't like me, princess."

You roll your eyes, swatting his hand away.

"I am really not in the mood for jokes, Jules. I had a shitty day, alright?" You exhale, gently stretching your limbs into the open air. "I know you're as familiar with empathy as fish is with bicycle," You start off, and the vampire gives you a funny look - you're not sure if it's judgemental, amused or both at the same time. " But I don't have enough patience to humor you today."

"Humor me? You wound me, sweetheart." The man puts both his hands over his heart dramatically, looking completely dejected. "If anyone is being humorous in this relationship, it's me." You raise an eyebrow in disagreement. "Oh, come on. I make you laugh." He puts a finger to his chin, mimicking as if deep in thought. "Like last Friday. I'm pretty sure you pissed yourself laughing when I tried that one recipe." He adds quickly, laughing gingerly at the memory, which makes you crack a smile in turn.

"I certainly wasn't laughing when I had to clean up the mess. I still don't know how you managed to confuse cinnamon with cumin." You frown, crossing your arms. "Hands down the worst steak I've ever had." You scrunch up your nose in disgust and he reaches to squeeze your cheek like a scolding mom. "So ungrateful. Tsk. Didn't know you were such a little snob." His voice is once again mischievous - and it's moments like these that remind you why you still let him in, despite the walking disaster he is. "You should be happy I even cook for you - without me here you'd be living off energy drinks and frozen pizza."

You lightly nudge him in the chest. "Shut up before I make you pay half the rent." You threaten, grabbing a nearby pillow and directing it at him as a weapon. He puts his hands up, holding back a snicker. "Don't bring that human bullshit into this." He says, raising to his elbows. "Oh, human bullshit? So how does your kind do it, Mr Dracula? Enlighten me." You ask, fluttering your eyelashes mockingly.

"Money is fake, obviously." Julian states profoundly, bringing his hands together. "Just some papers with no real value - besides the one you give it. What's stopping me from choosing the shiniest mansion on George street, killing everyone and turning it into my den?" He responds, undoubtedly serious - and you can't help the giggle that escapes you. "I don't know, the law?" You respond, shoulders moving up and down in joy. "What law? Legally I don't exist. Good luck finding me in those enormous data bases." His smug expression is back. "And that's only if their computers still work. Some are older than me." He finishes, totally self assured, and by that points your stomach hurts from laughing. This is... comforting.

"You're not angry anymore." Julian remarks, clear blue orbs carefully observing your every reaction - every single feature of your face to the smallest wrinkle. "I guess you forgot all about Richard. Heh." He turns to you. "Just my charm, I guess."

And just like that your mood sours again.

"Ugh, don't even mention it." You mumble, looking away - the man really doesn't know when to stop poking around. "What's the deal with you two?" His tone drops. "What, did he get you one of those shampoo boxes for Valentine's? The three in one - go?" He rambles, but you remain silent. "You know, I'd never do that. I actually have some self respect. I would have gotten you a real shampoo. The nice one that smells like peaches. I could steal you half a dozen - my movements don't trigger the alarms. Maybe even some conditioner." You can practically hear the jab in his words, and it's making you even more frustrated.

"Just shut up, okay?" You finally speak up, sending a sharp gaze his way, and his words die mid-sentence. "He cheated on me. Here, I said it. Are you happy now? Do you want all the gritty details?" You add, squinting at him - and his jaw locks in place.

"Fuck," Your friend mumbles softly, followed by your name. "I didn't know, princess. I am an idiot, I know, but he must be an absolute fool. Who would even hurt someone like y-" He takes a deep breath, stepping closer to you - and you step back. "Do you want me to slash his tires? I just stole a new blade that would be perfect for the job." He swears - and it's almost convincing, but you simply stare ahead, shaking your head.

"Don't be ridiculous. Wait, did you just say you stole-" You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. "Look, it's alright. I, ugh, I will be fine. Sorry for screaming at you. It's just, it will take a while." You avoid his eyes - and the pity in them. "I, well, I liked him a lot, I guess."

The silence that takes over is deafening - but as you fight the shameful tears tightening your throat, Julian wraps his hands around you, silently. There is nothing much to be said, and he's cold as a statue - yet his hand down your back and his lips against your forehead bring you a great sense of warmth.

"Don't cry for him." He mutters with uncharacteristic tenderness before he lets his voice become sinister. "Please don't cry, because I might just go and bleed him dry, angel. Be strong for me, okay?" His hold gets tighter and the smell of metal and leather that seems to follow him wherever he goes, intensifies, leaving you light-headed. "I am here for you, always. I will never leave you." He strokes your hair, moving a loose strand out of your face. "I will never, ever leave you."

[heartsforjh]

I shall break my Quinn strike and ask for my favorite Hughes

Gimme Luke with “i thought you hated when people touch you?” he needs a black cat girlfriend for his golden retriever vibe😔🙏

this one was suspiciously easy for me to write so if it’s actually bad i’m VERY sorry… i knew something was up. 🙏

“Mom! Luke won’t stop making me upset!” your best friend, Jack, calls out.

“Luke, quit messing with your brother!” Ellen says, sorting through old family photos.

“I’m not messing with him! I’m messing with Y/n!” the younger boy whines.

“Your brother and his friend don’t want to play with you right now. You can play with Y/n when Jack has to go back to school,” Ellen explains.

“And he won’t stop touching her, Mom! He knows she doesn’t like it, but he keeps grabbing her hand and pulling her!” Jack continues to snitch.

“Alright, Jack. I’m handling it.”

“Okay, just making sure. Come on, Y/n. We don’t have to play with him,” Jack says, ushering you out of the living room. You feel bad, looking back at Luke as Jack pushes you out of the room without actually putting his hands on you. You give a little wave to Luke before disappearing from sight.

“Are you guys excited to start middle school?” Quinn, the oldest Hughes brother, asks as you and Luke sit at the dinner table.

“Well, I guess I am. I’m kind of nervous because I know it’ll be so different,” you admit before taking a bite of your food.

“It’s a good thing you have Luke! I’m glad the two of you get to start these milestones together!” the boys’ mom says.

“Yeah, Y/n! We have each other! It’s gonna be fun. We can sit next to each other at lunch and everything,” Luke says excitedly. He gets carried away while talking and starts messing with some strands of your hair, which Jack immediately notices.

Jack is quick to slap Luke’s hand away from your hair. “She doesn’t like you touching her! And she doesn’t need you. I already started middle school a year ago. I can tell her everything she needs to know.”

“Fine. I won’t touch her. It was an accident,” Luke says, feeling bad for forgetting again that people touching you makes you uncomfortable.

“How do you accidentally touch someone?! That doesn’t just happen! You—” Jack starts, only to be cut off by his dad stepping in with a stern, “Boys!”

It would be a lie to say that the rest of the dinner was ruined. This happens a lot, and everyone is used to it. Luke gets to talking, becomes excited, and, being a touchy person, accidentally does something to make Jack upset. It repeats like clockwork.

You got in. You really got in! The University of Michigan has accepted you as a student, and you couldn’t be happier. Of course, Luke is going too. You’re not mad about it at all. You expected it and, honestly, you’re glad. While you’re closest with Jack, having Luke complete all the same milestones with you has always been comforting.

You’re at the small party your family and the Hughes family put together to celebrate you and Luke. After finishing a conversation with one of their cousins, you head into the kitchen for a drink. Luke is already there at the counter, grabbing a drink for himself. When he turns around and sees you, he smiles.

“Hey!” he says, his eyes lighting up. You walk over to stand next to him and grab a cup.

“Hey. This is a cool party, right?” you ask, looking up at him and trying to make conversation.

He nods and grabs your favorite tea, pouring it into your cup for you. “Oh for sure. It’s great they did this for us. You ready to go to UMich?”

You smile a little nervously, looking at him. “I mean, I guess. I’m kind of nervous. You’re not?”

“No way! I’ve wanted to go to this school forever. So have you! You should be ecstatic. What’s the matter?” he asks, concerned.

“Well… y’know, it’s gonna be so different,” you confess, the nerves clear in your tone.

“It’s a good thing we’ll have each other, then. I’m not just gonna let you fall on your face, Y/n. I love you too much for that,” he says, his face full of emotion.

For the first time since the whole college mess, you feel relieved. “Really? Thanks, Lukey. I love you too.”

You close the space between the two of you and wrap your arms around his waist, laying your head on his chest. However, Luke freezes.

You frown a little and tilt your head to look up at him, your chin still resting on his chest. “Uh… Y/n? Is this, like… on purpose?” he asks, looking stressed.

You laugh, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“I thought you hated when people touch you?” he says, his voice cracking slightly.

You think about it for a moment before responding. “I suppose I do. But not you.”

“Not me? I get yelled at every time I so much as look at you!” he says, surprised.

You pat his stomach and shake your head. “Lukey, that’s all Jack. Take it up with him. I like you… a lot. I always have.”

“You’ve liked me back this whole time and Jack’s ruined it?!” he asks, shocked.

You smile and nod. “Yeah! To be fair, I don’t think he knew. He just thought you were annoying me.”

“Whatever. He’s not here to ruin it now,” Luke says, wrapping his arms around you and squeezing you tight.

In the next room, Ellen turns to her oldest son, beaming. “It worked!”

Quinn smiles. “I told you they’d figure it out, and all it took was distracting Jack a little.”

tags: @beenucks @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @sweetestdesire @emsdevs @puckmedude @joesnumerouno @alex-wotton @r0wdymaize86

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[yagrldariv]

Little Black Dress

Aaron Pierre x Reader

A/N: I have posted in a minute but this has been sitting in my drafts for months. This is just a little Drabble, I’m trying to get back into posting more consistently. Minors DNI.

TW:Smut, semi-public, fingering, squirting, overstimulation.




Tonight Aaron was insatiable. All you could think was ‘fuck I’m going to be sore tomorrow’ but in the best way possible.

Your night out was now over, ended a lot sooner than you expected. But that was no thanks to the tight little dress you had on. You knew by the way he eyed you coming down the stairs in that short black dress it would get you trouble.

“We really have to go to this party?” He questioned as he raked his gaze over every inch of your delectable figure.

“Yes it’s not everyday your friend opens a club, it’ll be fun.”

Every chance he got he was staring you down through the lights of the club, not even trying to hide the hungry look in his eye. And that’s how you ended up here, flustered in the private bathroom of his friend’s office.

Aaron had your back pressed against his sold frame, his thick hands roaming your body. Your breath turned ragged as he began pulling at the thin fabric that was barely covering your skin. His fingers gripping every piece of soft brown flesh. Eventually, his hands parted ways, one stayed on your chest, toying with your now exposed nipple, the other was encroaching dangerously close to your panty line.

“Fucking look at you, so fucking sexy” His breath was warm on your neck as he continued to nip and kiss your exposed skin. You watched him through the mirror but his gaze remained on your body, taking it all in.

“You think you can just walk around looking this damn good and I’m not going to do anything?”

You were way too overwhelmed to respond with anything coherent. All that came out was a pathetic sigh, which he chuckled at.

His fingers slid against your inner thigh, drawing up the hem of your very short skirt.

From where you stood, you could see everything in the large mirror. Your eyes went to his wide pupils, then to the marks already showing on the side of your neck from his lips. But your gaze lingered on his hands. Those expert fingers lightly traced over the lilac lace fabric that was growing damper by the second. When he saw the flash of purple from under your dress his smile turned sinister.

“Shit baby, you wore this just for me, didn’t you?”

You nodded, still unable to form coherent words as his fingers worked over your hot skin. You heard him mumble “so sexy”.

The pads of his fingers slip under the fabric and you gasp at the sudden contact. “You like this baby? Hm?”

Those expert digits moved excruciatingly slow over your aching heat, touching you everywhere but where you needed him the most.

“Answer me,” he paused his movements.

“Yes, yes I love it”

“That’s my girl”

He took that as an invitation to explore more. He let his hands drop from their positions and he backed away. You took those few seconds to breathe and try and adjust your dress a little bit.

“Put your hands on that sink or I’m stopping” he spoke flatly as he leaned you forward, exposing your ass to him. His hands gripped your cheeks under the fabric of the dress and he squatted down. You arched just a bit more for him gripping the sink for leverage, and he smiled. You were putty in his hands at this point and he loved it.

He started placing kisses along the skin of your ass where your hem ended, adding a couple of bites here and there. Nothing to hurt you but just rough enough it caused your walls to flutter everytime his teeth grazed you.

When you least expected it, his fingers were again on your inner thigh, slidding up towards your covered hole that was now throbbing. His hands bypassed where you needed him most and snaked further to grip your waist, pulling the fabric of your dress with him until it pooled around your waist. Your ass was on complete display for him now as he continued leaving kissing on the newly exposed flesh.

“You gonna be a good girl and let me have a taste?”

You couldn’t say no even if your brain had the capacity to form a coherent thought.

“I need that answer if you want me to keep going mama”

“Fuck yes, Aaron, please just touch me already”

“Since we’re pressed for time, I’ll allow it” and with that he slid your panties down your legs.

At the same time you felt the cool air hit your sopping core, you heard him let out a breathy “fuck”. It was barely audible like it wasn’t even for you.

“You’re fucking drippin baby, this all for me?”

You nodded “always for you daddy”

He finished pulling the thong down your legs and brought his attention back to your core.

Before you even took a breath his tongue was flat against your slit, moving up and down. You jerked forward, not prepared for the sudden contact.

“You made me wait all night for this, you better stay still”, his strong hands pulled you back, bringing his face deeper.

You were cursing already as his tongue moved faster and faster. Before you knew he was eating you out like it was his last meal. You were trying to muffle the sounds of your moans but he did not give a fuck. The loud wet noises of his lips against your heat filled the room. He rotated between licking your clit and sucking it moaning against your heat. When he felt you were right on the edge, he slipped his toungue as deep as possible in your pussy, making you squirm under his hands.

His tongue slipped out of your now dripping hole and circled your clit. You bit down on your lip to silence a moan as your legs shook. All he had to do was wrap his lips around your sensitive bud and you were already on your first orgasm of the night.

His rough hands caressed your cheeks as he licked you clean, unfazed by your shaking legs. You were almost on the cusp of another orgasm when he pulled away, placing wet kisses up your thighs and ass until he was at your lower back.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ma take my time with you when I get you home,” His eyes were staring at yours through the mirror as he stood all the way up, moving back to his position behind you.

“But right now, i just want to have a little fun with pretty pussy.” He kissed your neck again as his left hand gripped your neck, turning your head until you were facing him. Your eyes fell on his plump lips, still glistening from his previous predicament.

“You don’t even know what you got yourself into huh?” He kissed you hard before you could respond. There was no struggle for control, he had all of it and you were just along for the ride. His right hand snakes it’s way up your waist, cupping your exposed tit. You moaned into his mouth, arching more into his broad chest. His expert fingers rolled your nipple back and forth and you pawed at his wrists, needing more. Right when you felt you were on the verge of running out of air, he pulls away. He placed one more chaste kiss on your swollen lips before releasing your nipple.

“Get these nice and wet for me babygirl”

Two fingers slip into yours open mouth and you greedily sucked them in, circling your tongue around each one, eyes locked on his. His thick dick, that was pressed against your ass, hardened even more at the sight. He loved you like this. Flustered, needy and eager to please him.

Once he felt you were ready, he removed his fingers from your mouth, saliva trailing on your lips. The hand around your neck slid down towards your chest, holding you up against him as he propped your leg up, giving him better access. His wet fingers wasted no time finding your hot core and he cursed under his breath again at how good you looked like this. He could never get enough of it. The way he was holding you, you were almost completely exposed to his in the mirror.

He could see your sticky wetness dripping down your thighs, “You’re always so fucking wet for me, I love that shit”.

He rubbed your clit applying just enough pressure to make you roll your head back onto his shoulders “Fuck daddy I’m gonna cum again”

You felt him chuckle “Already babygirl? I haven’t even started yet”. His pointer finger slipped in, and you moaned, louder than expected.

“Now you don’t want everyone to know how im sluttin you out in here, you gotta keep quiet.” He smirked.

You bit your lip as he continued his exploration, he wasn’t making it easy for you to keep it together. He wanted everyone to know how good he was making you feel, how good you were being for him, he did not give a shit about them hearing.

He picked a grueling pace, sliding his finger in and out. His hand on your chest resumed its assault on your nipples and you moaned again, this time a little too loud.

That one got his attention, “Alright you gotta keep quiet baby. You want someone to kick us out before I make you cum again hm?”. He did not like being interrupted, that was a given.

He pulled his hand away from your core and dug into his pocket, pulling out your lace panties. “Open”

You opened you mouth and he filled it with the purple fabric, sliding his hand back to his previous position.

“Now, you interrupt me one more time, you’re not cumming”.

His lips attached back on your neck and he slid two digits in this time. You bit down hard on the fabric as you came after a few more strokes, your loud moan thankfully muffled by the fabric.

You thought after that orgasm he’d let you go but boy were you wrong. He added a third digit and picked up pace. You gripped his forearm and your eyes rolled back, feeling an even stronger orgasm growing. Your legs became shaky and your pussy spasmed around his hand.

“That’s right baby, cum all over daddy’s fingers”. You were practically screaming, even with your underwear in the way. Any care of getting caught was long gone from your brain, you just wanted to make it out of there with your sanity.

“I know you got another one for me baby, cum for me”. You shook in his arms, cumming hard. His fingers slipped out, running fast circles over your clit “oh my god daddy I can’t I-“ you words were garbled as he worked you over into one more orgasm, your wetness dripping all over the floor as you squirted all over his hand. “Good fucking girl.” He praised

“Please..”you begged, completely overstimulated. He slowed his pace until he completely pulled away from your pussy, conceding for now. He returned you down to the ground, as you fought your breath.

Aaron pulled the panties from your mouth, placed a kiss on your lips, then another on your forehead “You look so pretty after I make you cum.”

You shoved him slightly in jest. He put his hands up in surrender. After another few minutes of him cleaning you up and fixing your dress, you two left the room.

He pulled you behind him, down the hall towards exit, hand clasped in his. “Let’s go home babygirl, so I can take care of you, properly”

[laswells-ashtray]

Ghost lives next to an old woman. She's a pensioner called Wilma who never had children and her husband passed six years ago.

At first, he had no intention of doing anything but offering his neighbours an awkward but friendly wave and keeping it like that.

Then he comes home one day, lugging around his shopping from Tesco and finds her sitting on her front step. It's baltic outside, a glacial chill running down his spine and twisting around his bones like vines. And this woman is sitting on her front doorstep, housecoat and slippers on with her eyes glued to the entrance of their street.

He's quick to approach her and locate the problem: her lock is broken, she went out for her morning smoke and now she can't get in until her landlord arrives and tries to fix the problem she's been telling him about for months.

He doesn't hesitate to bring her into his house, there's no worry about a stranger occupying his space. He treats it like a mission, get Wilma into his kitchen, make her a cuppa and possibly kill her landlord.

She insists on helping him put away his messages, she isn't prying and trying to get a feel for his home. She's genuinely trying to be helpful because she feels guilty that he had to go out of his way to assist her.

That's the day he decides that Wilma Stewart is his friend because that gives him a reason to help her without her trying to insist on owing him anything.

If something in her house needs to be repaired and he's capable of doing so, he'll mend it. If she needs help with bringing in her shopping or taking out her bins then he'll help when she's there. And eventually, he gives her a spare key, so she can pop in and look over his place while he's away for the job.

If she's baking, she'll leave a plate on his kitchen table. That's how he gains a fondness for Mars Bar traybakes.

When he leaves for any amount of time, he comes back to find a small house plant somewhere in his kitchen. Once he finds a knitted blanket hanging over the back of his couch.

When it's the seventh anniversary of her husband's passing, she invites him in for a drink. She tells him all about her husband Jim. A tender, attentive, gracious man who liked growing tomato plants and crocheting. He tells her about his mum, about Tommy, about Beth and about little Joeseph. His mum and her homemade lentil soup when dad was out, Tommy and their fight over a teal crayon when they were both boys, Beth and the way she brightened up the house with vases of flowers in the colours of a sunset, Joeseph and the way the little bugger peed on him the first time Simon ever tried to change him.

They get a little tipsy and watch Father Ted, he wakes up on his seventy-four-year-old neighbour's couch and ponders what past Simon would think about present Simon's friendship with a pensioner.

One day he invites the other lads over to his place, intent on having a drink with them all and catching up. He lives in a two-bedroom, one of the sergeants could kip in with him, Nik and John could take the other room and the last poor sod could sleep on his couch.

They don't end up making it out for a pint. It's a sunny day and she's a forward woman, Wilma talks them into washing her car under the assurance of baked goods. Then the old bird brings out a camping chair Simon wasn't aware she owned and watches them clean her Mini.

The other men seem to get a kick out of constructive criticism.

"Pretty boy, you missed a bit on the window."

"Oi, stache, get the shirt off."

She wins them over with her switchblade wit and the mismatching mugs she serves them all tea in. Kyle seems particularly fond of the Gromit mug she hands him but Simon's favourite is the cunt mug that uses the handle as the C.

Only when her car is gleaming under the sun's rays does she let them call it quits, herding them inside and tutting disapprovingly when Nikolai pulls his shirt back on.

The array of baked goods that she forces upon them all builds an alliance between the infamous Taskforce 141 and one Wilma Stewart.

By the end of the day, the old-timer has a small army rallied behind her and Simon is almost positive that if her landlord dies within the next four days Nikolai will be responsible for it.

[pshbites]

GIVE ME ONE MORE KISS, KISS, KISS ━ sjy

pairing : bf!jake x fem!reader genre : fluff, est relationship warnings : none! synopsis : just before you can leave for a girls night out your clingy boyfriend tries to hold you captive with kisses wc : 0.7k a/n : YES this is inspo off of no doubt and YES i know its unoriginal but these lyrics scream clingy!jake ;)

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jake pouted, watching you do your makeup. “okay but why can’t i come!” he whined for nth time, making you laugh. “baby for the last time, it’s a girls night there isn’t gonna be any guys there” you shook your head, applying your blush. “c'mon baby you know i don’t care about other guys, i wanna go with you” he frowned, clutching your pink pillow tighter in his chest. 

jake was.. a clingy boyfriend in the most loving way possible. he was never jealous or insanely overprotective, he was just a little clingy! you couldn’t say much because the two of you were as equally as clingy with one another but you hadn’t seen your girlfriends in so long that you were yearning to go out with them. jake would never stop you from seeing your friends but he would whine and pout about it as he was doing now. 

“baby if the other girls were bringing their boyfriends i would! but they aren’t. plus it’ll only be a couple hours” you reassured him, not knowing he would only react bigger. “hours?!?” he groaned out, still clutching the same pillow. you laughed a little, finishing up your makeup. “don’t laugh! you look so good just stay with me!!” jake whined, watching you turn around in your vanity chair. “you’ll live baby i promise” he pouted once more, shifting so he could sit criss-cross on your bed. ”can i just come with? i swear i’ll mind my own business please” he said again, watching you make your way over to your full length mirror. 

you looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled, laughing softly. “for the last time baby its a girls night!” you replied, jake now getting up to lean against the wall next to the mirror. “yeah but it’s like i wont be there! cmon please” he flashed you his puppy eye which would’ve worked but you were already ready to leave! its not like you could just change and then stay home but jake sure seemed to think that was the solution to his problem. you laughed, pushing his shoulder away slightly. 

many people would be annoyed to have a boyfriend that was as clingy as jake was but you knew it was out of love, and to be fair you had no room to judge because just last week you made him get off of his game to watch a show you wanted to watch with him. so you didn’t mind that jake was now in the state that you were in that night.

“baby for the last time, i can’t just bail on them and you can’t come with! i promise next time i’ll convince them to include our boyfriends, okay?” you looked at jake, looking his big doe eyes and he sighed out, admitting defeat. “fine.. text me everything okay! and whatever pictures you take, send them to me like the second you take them!” he said, now a bit more serious and a little sad. “of course i will baby, walk me out?” you held out your hand in front of him and he grabbed it, the two of you walking out of your room and to the front door. 

at the front door, jake let go of your hand to let you put on your shoes and jacket as he leaned against the wall, watching you. more like admiring you but you weren’t paying attention to him looking at you. you looked up and saw him smiling. “can i get a goodbye kiss since you’re leaving me for hours.” you rolled your eyes playfully at his dramatics and walked over, placing a peck on his lips. “that good?” you mumbled, smiling at him. jake pondered for a second then shook his head ‘no’. “one more” he said, angling his head so his cheek was facing you, you smiled and kissed his cheek. “ah you have to do the other one too” he turned his head the other way so the other side of his face was facing you. you kissed his cheek once more and leaned back. 

“that good now?” you said, hoping he would agree but as you expected he shook his head, making you laugh. “jake i really gotta go” you whined out, hoping he would just let you go. he sighed and groaned. “fine fine, go have fun” he spoke out, shutting his eyes in a playful manner. you laughed, shoving his shoulder and heading to the door. “bye bye baby” you waved and jake kept on waving until you shut the door, making you smile at his silly antics. 

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[4linos]

the last chance

han jisung x gn!reader

synopsis/request: after feeling neglected for far too long, you stop reaching out to jisung. his realization of your hurt leads to a desperate apology, but can he prove he can be the partner you need?

wc: 2421

The months you spent with Jisung were full of small moments that made you wonder, not about his feelings, but about how much he genuinely cared for you and how much effort he was willing to put into the relationship.

When you first met, everything felt like a dream. You went from close friends to something more, but the magic seemed to fade somewhere along the way. You imagined that once you were officially together, he would make an effort to take you on dates and do the little things that made you feel special. But that never happened.

It was always you who initiated the plans, the one to suggest going out, to suggest doing something together. You’d bring up dinner dates, new places to try, things you wanted to do with him, but most of the time, he’d agree half-heartedly or, if it was an especially busy day, he’d shrug it off. Sometimes, when you’d bring it up again, he’d say he was too tired or distracted. It left you feeling unimportant, as though he didn’t see you as someone who deserved attention or effort.

Cuddling was rare only if you were in the mood, only if he was feeling affectionate. Holding hands wasn’t something that came naturally either. You’d do it on occasion, but only when you made the move first, and even then, it felt like a forced gesture rather than something genuine. You’d tried to ignore it at first, telling yourself that relationships didn’t always look like the ones you saw in movies. But the longer it went on, the more you realized that you were the one putting in all the effort while Jisung seemed to let everything coast.

You started wondering if he was even aware of it aware of how much it stung to always feel like you were chasing him for attention and affection.

It was during a routine trip to the grocery store when everything started to unravel. You were both pushing the cart down the aisle, looking for a dessert for the evening, when you passed a couple nearby. They were arguing over something trivial, who was going to pay for the groceries, but it was the way they were arguing playful, teasing that made you stop in your tracks. They were laughing, pushing each other’s shoulders, completely wrapped up in each other’s energy, even in the middle of a small fight.

It was so painfully obvious that they were in the honeymoon phase, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. This was what it was supposed to be like. This was the spark you had hoped for, the playful banter, the small moments of connection that made you feel seen, loved, desired. And there you were, standing next to Jisung, your boyfriend of months, and everything just felt... flat. The contrast between their easy affection and your stale dynamic made your chest ache.

You tried to shake off the feeling, but then you heard Jisung’s voice, his question interrupting your thoughts. “Do you think we should get the regular cheesecake or the chocolate cheesecake?” He asked, his eyes scanning the shelf, clearly not even aware of the moment that had just passed between you and the couple.

Your frustration built up in an instant, the emotions spilling over. You didn’t even realize you were huffing until it escaped your lips in a sharp exhale. Without thinking, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Jisung standing there, bewildered.

“Hey, where are you going?” he called after you, but you didn’t turn back. You didn’t have the energy to explain it to him, not in that moment.

The next days felt like a quiet uprising. You stopped initiating anything. No more texting him first. No more asking him to hang out. If he didn't make an effort, why should you? You stopped waiting for him to come home for dinner, even if you cooked. If he doesn't make time for you, you won't make time for him. You withdrew into yourself, growing colder and more indifferent to his presence.

Jisung first didn't seem to notice the change. Or, if he did, he chalked it up to you just being distant that day. But, eventually, the lack of your usual warmth, your efforts to make him feel loved and valued, started to upset him. He began texting you more, asking if you were okay, but you’d respond with short, clipped answers. Your usual banter was gone, and the distance between you seemed to grow with each passing day.

He finally confronted you one night, looking around the apartment in search of you. He found you sitting on the couch, eyes glued to your phone, clearly lost in your own thoughts. The usual spark in his voice when he called your name was gone, replaced by a sense of urgency. “What’s going on with you lately?” he asked, his tone laced with confusion.

You didn’t even look up from your phone. “What do you mean?” Your voice was flat, detached.

“Don’t do that,” he said, his frustration rising. “You’ve been acting so different. Like you don’t even want to be around me anymore. What happened?”

A small, bitter laugh left your lips as you finally met his eyes. “You don’t get it, do you?” you asked softly, your voice shaking with the emotions you’d been holding back. “It’s not just something that happened overnight, Jisung. It’s been happening for months. I’m the one always reaching out. I’m the one always planning things, always trying to make us work. You’ve been so... indifferent. And it’s exhausting. You don’t even see me anymore. You don’t make the effort. Why should I keep trying if you don’t?”

His expression shifted from confusion to realization, his eyes widening. “Wait… you’re upset because I didn’t… take you out enough? Because I didn’t do enough?”

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to steady your breath. “No, Jisung. It’s not just that. It’s everything. The cuddles that never come unless I initiate them. The plans I make alone. The feeling that you don’t really care as much as I do.” The tears started to gather, but you quickly wiped them away, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, even though you felt like breaking down completely.

Jisung stepped forward, his eyes panicked, his voice shaky. “I—I didn’t realize… I didn’t know. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“Well, you never asked,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “And you never showed it, Jisung. I can’t keep pretending I’m fine when I feel so alone in this relationship.”

He looked at you, completely lost, not knowing what to say. His hand reached out, hovering near you, but you flinched slightly, pulling back. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice thick with guilt. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. Please, I… I don’t know what to do.”

You shook your head, the tears falling freely now. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Jisung. I need someone who actually sees me, who cares enough to show it.”

Everything fell apart at that moment, and before Jisung could say anything else, you stood up abruptly, your heart pounding in your chest. You didn't want to be around him anymore, not while he was so clueless and the pain in your chest was so intense.

You walked to the bedroom without saying anything and locked the door behind you. You could hear Jisung calling your name through the door, his voice quivering with dread and regret, but you couldn't bring yourself to open it. You couldn’t. The tears kept falling, and all you could think about was how you'd been the only one struggling to hang onto something that felt like it was slipping through your fingers.

The night stretched on painfully, thick with silence and the weight of everything unsaid. Jisung sat by the door, helpless, as he heard soft, muffled sobbing pass through the small barrier between you two. Every sniffle sent a sharp pang through his chest, and he desperately wanted to break the silence, to say something to make things right. But he wasn't sure how.

He wasn't sure when he had lost touch with how you were feeling, but sitting there, hearing the pain in your every breath, made him understand how far he had pushed you without realizing it.

"I’m such an idiot," he muttered to himself, his voice shaking. His head dropped against the door in frustration. He hated himself for not seeing the signs sooner, for letting it go on this long. You deserved more than what he’d been giving you.

After what felt like an eternity of hearing you cry, he jumped to his feet with a new sense of determination. He needed to do something, anything to show you he was serious about making it right. He wanted you to know that he was sorry, that he had been selfish and thoughtless, and that he loved you more than words could express.

He grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, quickly scribbling down his thoughts, pouring his heart onto the page in a frantic rush.

—

I know I messed up. I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been. I should’ve seen it sooner, I should’ve listened. You deserve so much more than what I’ve been giving you, and I know that now. I love you more than I know how to say. I want to show you that I can be better, that I can put you first like you deserve. If you can give me another chance, I promise I’ll do everything in my power to make things right. I’ll prove to you that you’re worth fighting for, because you are.

—

He took a long breath as he finished, gently folded the note, and placed it under the door. He knocked lightly, hardly audible, and said, "Please read it when you're ready." He waited there, anxiously hoping that his words would reach you.

He heard your quiet movements inside the room, followed by the rustle of paper. His heart jumped. Seconds felt like hours, until the door cracked open just slightly.

Jisung's breath seized as he saw you standing there, your eyes red and puffy from crying, and your face stained with tears. Seeing you like way made him feel a thousand times worse, and it was all he could do to resist the impulse to collapse and beg for your forgiveness.

Without a word, he reached out, gently pulling you into his arms. You didn’t resist; you melted against him, your tears soaking into his shirt. His hands shook slightly as he ran them through your hair, whispering in a voice thick with regret, “I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’ll do better, I swear.”

You didn’t say anything at first, just letting the quiet pass between you both, but then you lifted your head, your voice quiet but steady. “I don’t know how you didn’t see it, Jisung. How could you not see that I was the one always making the effort? I felt so… alone.”

He kissed your hair, his heart aching at the words. “I was a jerk. I was selfish, and I didn’t realize how much you were carrying. I didn’t mean to make you feel alone. I swear, I never want to make you feel like that again.”

You pulled back just a little to look him in the eyes. “I want to believe you. I really do.”

He nodded, his face earnest. “You don’t have to believe me right away. But I’m going to show you. I’ll show you every day from now on how much you mean to me. I’ll do better. I promise.”

You took a deep breath, your fingers grazing his cheek as you searched his face for any sign of dishonesty. It was hard to trust him fully after everything, but you saw it in his eyes. He meant it. He was truly sorry.

With a small sigh, you nodded. “Okay. We can try. But you have to show me, Jisung. You have to prove it.”

He smiled softly, relief flooding his chest. “I will. I promise I will.”

-

The next morning, the soft smell of something… burnt wafted into the bedroom. You groaned a little, still half asleep, but the faint noise of clattering pans reached your ears, followed by a string of muttered curses.

You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes. “What is he doing?”

When you made your way into the kitchen, the sight that greeted you made you stop in your tracks. There was Jisung, his hair slightly messy and his eyes a little wide with concentration, standing over a smoky stove. The kitchen smelled like burnt bacon and pancakes, and there was a pile of charred mess on the counter.

He turned when he saw you, and his face lit up with an uncertain smile. "I'm trying to make breakfast," he said, obviously embarrassed by the outcome. "I know it's not great, but I wanted to do something for you… to show I'm serious about making it right."

You couldn't help but giggle quietly, a little teary, but not out of frustration this time. It came from the sincerity in his eyes, the fact that he went out of his way to try, even if the results weren't perfect.

You walked over and softly placed your hand on his arm. "It's okay," you said, your voice gentle and affectionate. "It's the thought that counts, Jisung. I'm proud of you for trying."

He smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear I’ll get better at this. But, uh… I might need a little help for next time.”

You chuckled, nodding. “Next time, you’ll get it right. We can try again.”

“Next time,” he echoed with a grin, pulling you into a hug, this one lighter, warmer, more genuine than the distance that had been between you before.

You both sat down to eat the slightly burnt breakfast together, knowing there were still a lot of things to work out, but there was hope for the first time in a long time. Maybe you could make it work, one day at a time.

And it didn't matter whether the pancakes were perfect or not. What mattered was that Jisung was here, trying, and you were willing to try with him. That was all that truly mattered.

//

masterlist.

[siriuslylantsov]

canine tendencies

pairing: sirius black x reader

description: in which, you put charms in sirius' hair and confront certain traits of his.

tags: fluff! fem!reader, mmm pining, cuddling, totally platonic activities going on here, r is muggle-born hence the vet and dog anatomy knowledge, sirius is a puppy agenda, pretty women from the 70s mentioned (dont pay much attention to it), flirting.

a/n: staying true to my username with more sirius black. wanna play with his hair for days tbh. happy reading!

wc: 1.7k

“you don't know when to give up, do you?”

you raise your chin indignantly, “i'm stubborn.”

sirius fixes you with a withering glare, it doesn't pack much of a punch but you can tell he's stalling. he finally relents with a long sigh, ever the dramatic. you squeal, walking over to his bed with a little pouch that jingled as you moved. you nudge at his shoulders to lean against the headboard and set yourself down beside him. he grumbles, muttering something along the lines of waste of time and how your neck is gonna hurt. you bite back a smile at his cause for concern: you. 

“complain all you want, but you know this is gonna look good,” you muse, with an air of smugness. “you’ll be singing my praises.”

he lets his head hang to the side, looking at you, up those pretty eyelashes of his. his eyes are indifferent, yet they crinkle at the corners, trying to not prove you right. pools of grey and blue, you could drown in them. 

your elbow is wedged between a pillow and the headboard, propping you up, knees curled, poking into his thigh. his legs are sprawled out in an obnoxious man spread, effectively making you move closer so you don't fall off the bed–that's small enough regardless of the space he's taking up. 

he's avoided you all day since you proposed the idea at breakfast: putting charms in his hair. what's strange is that you’ve done his hair plenty of times before sans protest. you ponder it quietly, simultaneously willing him to concede with squinted eyes, as he deadpans you.

if he could, he would've told you that he’s afraid to be alone with you. not that he hasn't been before, he has and he's been this close to you too (he constantly is). but something is different now, something about your hands in his hair that he can’t deal with. especially recently, you've taken to scratching behind his ear and it drives him a little crazy. he won't stop you though, on account of it feeling so good. usually, you're around the others so he can shift his focus elsewhere rather than think about how softly your fingers pad over his scalp, but now you’re alone and he's cursing lily for dragging his friends to some stupid baking endeavour that he stealthily got out of. 

you watch as annoyance passes over his features (directed to lily but you don't know that) and it instantly worries you. maybe he was serious about not wanting this, were you pushing him?

“sirius, if you really don't want me to do this,” you start, a nervous edge to your fast rush of words, “please tell me. i don't want to force you into doing anything-”

“hey,” he stops you with a hand over your arm and a small reassuring smile. “i'm sorry, i do. i just think you’re hot when you're irritated.”

“you must think i'm farah fawcett all the time then,” you mutter, rooting around in your pouch for the gold cuffs you thought would suit him. “and i'm not irritated, i have a surprising amount of patience for you,” you correct, inspecting the cuffs in your palm.

sirius sits up a bit to peer at them, chewing his lip in thought. “mmm not her. barbara carrera maybe,” he adds, looking back at you, his resistance fading away.

your eyebrows shoot up slightly, in mild shock. “she's pretty,” you remark to his comparison and the seemingly honest delivery.

“yeah,” he says, incredibly earnest, “so are you.”

curious and curiouser. “you think flirting with me is gonna get you out of this?”

“i don't know, is it working?”

“nope,” you say curtly, bring your hand back up to his face, this time with a few charms as well. “pick.”

he does, and sets them in your other hand held out. you begin parting his hair for the braids, you settle for placing them under the top of his hair, since his layers are short they'll peek through nicely. you tie a sloppy half bun to the unused portion of his hair so it's out of the way and section out a piece to braid. 

sirius dutifully holds the gold adornments in his hand as you work, suddenly quiet. he always gets like this, you've noticed. all quip remarks are silenced when your hands are in his hair. you make note to tease him about it later but for now you're content to stay quiet. 

he's humming something quietly, a tune you're unfamiliar with, it's ok he’ll tell you later. it fills the silence nicely. you pick the first charm, looping it into a strand of hair and continuing the braid to secure it. his hair is unbelievably soft, it's probably why you like touching it so much. you both know it gets greasier faster because of your constant contact but sirius makes no move to stop you, ever, simply muttering a spell to revive it. 

it goes on like this for about ten minutes, mostly because the charms were a bit more difficult to work with than you thought and also because you were extremely wary of trying not to tangle his hair. he stares at you diligently out of his periphery and you try not to meet his gaze. 

when you're done you lift the handheld mirror to his face. fuck, he looks beautiful. you have to look away, allowing him to assess everything on his own. 

he shoots you a blinding grin, looking exceedingly pleased with how it turned out, “thanks, dove!”

“you’re welcome,” you respond. “it looks good, right?”

he nods, looking into the mirror again. “really good. you did an amazing job.”

your heart flutters at the praise but you don't let it show, accepting his words with a smug smile. it doesn't last long though as he jumps you with a hug, winding you. arms wrapped around your middle, his head rests on your chest, just below your chin, squeezing you in appreciation. you wrap your arms around him in tandem and lean back against the headboard and the pillows, practically pulling half of him on top of you.

it's rough and tumble for a moment before he settles with a low hum, arms still circled around your torso. he knows they’ll go numb the longer he stays like this but he doesn't care. 

you trail one hand into his hair instinctively, like it's second nature. your nails lightly graze over that spot behind his ear and he’s done for. when you begin scratching, he melts, like truly melts against your body, letting out a long, pleased sigh. he makes note to kick himself later for acting like this. beneath his cheek, he feels you shake. are you laughing?

he lifts his head, a little incredulous. “what?”

you chuckle, seeing how he blinks away the blissful air to his expression. “nothing, it’s just-”

he looks at you expectantly as you contemplate your words.

you let out an amused snort before speaking again, “i don't know if it's, like, a subconscious response to your animagus form but dogs really like being scratched behind their ears.”

he gapes at you, affronted. “are you calling me a dog?”

“you are, padfoot.”

he whines petulantly before dropping back to your chest. he noses at your sternum, his own wordless way of getting you to continue. so you do. 

“dogs have a very concentrated area of nerve endings here,” you explain quietly, scratching his scalp again, just behind his ear. “when stimulated, it causes the brain to release endorphins, making them feel relaxed.”

he hums in thought though it sounds more pleased and it scarcely proves your point. 

“how’d you know that?” he asks, voice muffled by your shirt.

“my friend had to take her cat to the vet and i read one of those pet magazines to pass the time,” you murmur, your voice still quiet as you begin to feel sirius growing heavier over you.

“y’so smart,” he slurs, words trailing off in the beginning of sleep.

“don't fall asleep,” you whisper, though you make no effort to wake him up.

he mumbles something incoherent, nuzzling further into your neck but giving you a little grace by shuffling off of your body. one leg is still tangled with yours and his arms are still tightly wrapped around you but at least he's not crushing you. 

“tell me more,” he requests, words trailing up at the end in question.

you think for a moment, reaching to the depths of your brain to retrieve the dog facts you read about that day, perking up when you do.

“hmmm dogs have incredibly sensitive noses. they have up to, like, 300 million scent receptors, where humans have about 5 million and the part of their brain that processes smells is 40 times larger than ours,” you mumble, tapping a light finger to the tip of his nose. 

“cool,” he exclaims, though it's anything but. his eyes slowly flutter shut as you coil a piece of his hair, sealing your fate for the rest of the evening. that is until, much to sirius’ dismay, his roommates come bursting in.

flour scattered over their clothes and hair alike, they’re boisterous as they enter, chatting something along the lines of baking is actually kinda fun. he groans against your body, sleep stretching far and wide from his grasp. you stifle a laugh as he glares at them annoyedly. they pay no attention to the boy, instead making plans on playing quidditch. to this, he brightens. jumping from the bed at a speed you can't quite justify, not being overly fond of the sport yourself. you were more inclined to flying for fun, rather than competition. 

he glances back at you, tentatively, asking for your permission almost. you shrug indifferently, you were going to make your way down to the field anyway. he grins and leans down, pressing a quick firm kiss to your cheek before rushing after the dwindling voices down the stairs, his own broom in tow. 

you bite your lip to push down the giggle that bubbles up in your throat, maybe there are some innate canine tendencies.

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Start of Time

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: angst, panic attack, almost fainting, fluff at the end

Summary: Hotch is the only parent you have left, so you’re a bit overprotective of him. When he comes up with a plan to stop an unsub, you’re the only one who’s not on board.

Square Filled: fainting for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: this fic is based on the song "Start of Time" by Gabrielle Aplin. I also pulled inspiration from that scene in Teen Wolf where Lydia kissed Stiles for the first time since he was having a panic attack. You all know the scene.

x

“You’re kidding, right?” You look at Rossi. “Is he kidding? Did I hear him right?”

“No, you heard it right,” Hotch sighs.

“No, you’re not going to do that. End of discussion. You’re not going to put your life on the line for some psychopath.”

“You have no authority over me.”

“That’s bullshit.”

You slam your hands on the table and leave the briefing room to calm yourself down. Spencer watches you leave with a frown, itching to go after you to comfort you.

“Y/N!” Hotch calls after you, but you ignore him.

“I’ll go after her,” Spencer says and leaves the briefing room.

Hotch looks at Rossi who just shrugs. “Don’t look at me. You said it was fine to have your daughter on the team.”

You’d normally not go after Hotch’s throat like that but he’s the only parent you have left since your mother died a few years ago. Anything that puts his life on the line, you immediately object to. He understands you’re looking out for him but he has a job to do. You knew this when you signed up to be in the FBI academy.

You walk into the bathroom and turn the faucet on to splash some water on your face. The thought of your dad going in to face off against a psychopath and dying makes your heart race and sweat build up on your neck. You look around the empty bathroom and squeeze your eyes shut tightly to ward off the panic attack.

The door opens and Spencer walks in without a word. He immediately pulls you into a hug that slows your racing heart. He calms you down before the panic attack can get too far, and you hug Spencer back. He rubs your back and sighs knowing all you’re ever going to see him as is a friend. He likes you a lot but you haven’t given him any indication that you like him back, so he’s kept his feelings for you a secret. The last thing he’s going to do is tell you how he feels, especially not now when all you’re worried about is your dad.

“Sorry,” you whisper and pull away from him.

“Don’t ever be sorry.”

“You have to help me, Spencer. He wants to go inside that bank alone. Make him change his mind.”

“Y/N…”

“Patrick is one of the worst unsubs we’ve ever dealt with. He kills for fun, for sport. If my dad goes in there alone, he’ll kill him. He’s my only family, Spencer. Make him change his mind.”

“I know.” Spencer sighs. “I can’t promise anything but there might be another way to get to Patrick.”

Patrick has the same tragic backstory as all the other unsubs, and he’s hellbent on making humanity suffer for what he went through. He has so much anger for humans that he’s taking out anyone and everyone. He went to rob a bank to fund his trip across the pond, and he’s taken the entire bank hostage. The only reason he hasn’t killed them all is because they might be the key to getting him out of there alive.

Your job is to get the hostages out safely before SWAT can move in on Patrick. Hotch wants to go in and negotiate with Patrick into letting the hostages go, but you can’t fathom the idea of him going in there with someone like Patrick. SWAT and local police already have the streets blocked off to prevent anyone else from getting hurt.

“Garcia, were you able to get the blueprints of the bank?” Hotch asks when the team arrives.

“Yes, and because there are the sewers below it, I also got the layout for that as well. It might be your only way into the bank.”

She lays out the blueprints on the hood of the police car and Derek traces the pipes from the bank to a manhole cover that’s a block away with his finger.

“We can get into the bank through here. Looks like there is a gate blocking the way in, so we’ll have to break it. We’ll need someone on the inside to distract him so he doesn’t hear us.”

“Alright, Morgan, take Prentiss and three officers with you through the sewers. Wait for my word.”

They leave immediately, and Spencer looks at you in worry.

“Who is going to go inside and distract?”

“I don’t know,” Hotch answers.

He and Rossi step off to the side, and you look at the bank in concern.

“It’s going to be okay,” Spencer comforts you.

“I hope so. Sometimes I wonder if it was right for me to take this job.”

“What do you mean?”

“After my mom died, my dad got overprotective of me. He kept warning me of the dangers of this world. I wanted to help people like him, and the academy seemed like the right thing to do. My dad is the Unit Chief of the BAU. That had some pull in the academy. I was looking at a job upstate as an officer, but then a spot opened on the team. I wanted to be closer to my dad so I took the job. Now, I see the horrors of this job and every opportunity to lose him. He’s the best dad I could ask for. I don’t think I could bear losing him to someone like Patrick.”

Spencer pulls you in for a hug and rubs your back.

“That won’t happen.”

You look at the bank once more and your face is twisted in horror. Your dad is walking toward the bank’s front doors… alone.

“Dad!” You push Spencer away and start to run toward him. However, arms wrap around your waist to prevent you from following him. “No, let me go! Dad! Dad, please don’t go!”

Your dad disappears inside the bank, and you break down in tears. Rossi keeps his arms around you until he knows you’re not going to run after him. You step back from Rossi as a panic attack hits you in the face. Suddenly, you can’t breathe and your heart is beating too fast for you to keep up with.

“You need to calm down, Y/N,” Spencer says.

“I… can’t… I… Da…”

Hot tears are running down your cheeks, and you start hyperventilating at the thought of your dad dying right now. You're gonna faint.

“Kid, get her to calm down,” Rossi says.

Spencer doesn’t think twice about this. He grabs you and plants his lips over yours. Your eyes widen in shock but you close them once you feel how natural it is to kiss Spencer. Your heart rate slows down, your head becomes clear, and you relax against Spencer’s body. He pulls away from you but stays close enough so that the only thing you see is him.

His honey-brown eyes are warm and comforting, and his lips are soft and swollen from the kiss. Suddenly, you hear gunshots go off inside the bank, and that breaks you out of your trance. You push Spencer away from you and book it toward the bank without a second thought. This time, no one holds you back.

The hostages are in the corner with the three officers, Patrick is lying on the ground bleeding from a gunshot wound on his shoulder, and all three BAU agents are standing above him with their guns on him. Most importantly, your dad is alive and well. You immediately run over to your dad and hug him, thankful that he survived this.

“I was always going to be fine, Y/N.”

“I thought I lost you,” you cry.

“I’m right here.”

Patrick is arrested, the hostages are saved, and no one got hurt. Now that you’re back at the BAU, you have time to think about what Spencer did to you. Spencer is at his desk finishing some paperwork when you approach him from behind.

“Hey, Spencer.”

He turns around and smiles when he sees you. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good now. Thank you for…”

You can’t finish your sentence but Spencer knows what you’re saying.

“Yeah, anytime,” he nods.

“You kissed me.”

“I know. I was there.”

“There are other ways to stop a panic attack. Why did you kiss me?”

“I read once that holding your breath can stop a panic attack so when I kissed you, you held your breath.”

“I did?” you whisper.

“Yeah, you did.”

“Was that the only reason you kissed me?”

Spencer opens his mouth to answer but decides against what he really wants to say. “Yes.”

Your face falls in disappointment but you bounce back quickly in hopes he didn’t see it.

“Oh, well, thank you.”

You pass by him to walk away when he grabs your hand. He sees the disappointment, and he takes that as his sign. He stands and pulls you closer to him, and you look into his eyes hopefully.

“That wasn’t the only reason. I like you a lot.”

You smile. “Well, I like you a lot.”

“I know this Indian place with really good food. Want to get dinner with me?”

“Yes,” you smile.

Hotch stands by his window and watches everyone work. He sees you and Spencer by his desk, and he definitely sees the smile on your face. Spencer grabs your hand and leaves with you, and Hotch smiles. Spencer is a good guy, and you’d do well with someone like him.

x

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[enhard]

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MEAN!JUNGWON X FEM!READER

(i accidentally deleted their request but i have a pic of it i hope the person knows who they are🙏)

pairing: bf!y.jw x fem!reader

cw: SMUT , fluff at the end, blowjob, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, very jealous won, mean sex, everything is consensual, muscle won🫦

thank u sm for this request anon!! i’ve been thinking about this and it is so sexy and perfect hopefully i wrote what u expected </3

“You’re home!” you exclaim, seeing your boyfriend enter your apartment. You’re innocently sitting on your couch, just wearing his hoodie with nothing but your underwear on underneath. He hits you with a cold “hey” before taking his shoes off. Your smile wipes off your face instantly, not understanding what’s wrong with him.

“Did.. something happen, won?” you say a little worried.

You can see him rolling his eyes at your words while taking his jacket off, revealing his contoured arm muscles. “You’re gonna act like you’re clueless?” he asks.

You ponder on his words, slowly crossing your arms. You furrow your eyebrows a bit, trying your best to make eye contact. He completely avoids eye contact though.

“Clueless… about what.. I don’t understand.” you sigh.

“Well you know, since you wanna act like you don’t know anything, today I found out that you went to the mall with Sunghoon. You forgot that?” he spits out.

You freeze a little. Two days ago you went out to a shop with Sunghoon just so you could waste time. Your boyfriend was busy at the time and Sunghoon offered to take you there… You’re just friends though.

“Jungwon… There’s nothing going on between us. We just went as friends.” you say hesitant.

“Oh yeah? then why didn’t you tell me anything?” he slowly walks towards the couch.

“I didn’t think it was that important…” you say with half a mouth.

He walks in front of you, smacking his hand against the couch arm making you flinch. “Did you enjoy his presence more than mine? Huh? Does he kiss you better than me?” you look at him in disbelief, your heartbeat getting faster.

“What?… Jungwon… I only love you. I’d never cheat on you. Sunghoon and I are just friends.” you really cross your arms now, looking at him a little pissed.

He grabs onto your jaw, keeping your head locked to his eyes. “I’m gonna put you in your place, and you tell me if he could ever fuck you like I will right now.”

You grab onto his arm, trying to make him loosen his grip on your face but to no avail. You lift yourself up to sit on your knees, and he follows your movements with his hand. “Won…” you look up at him with pleading eyes while biting the inside of your cheek.

“Stop looking at me like that or I might just rip these clothes off you.” he says in a low voice.

His words are so hot for no damn reason, he went from being upset at you to this in a split second, how could you even react? You just had to play along, those muscles alone did something to you.

“What’s stopping you from ripping them?” you ask a little pouty.

“That bratty mouth, might need to shut you up first.” he says, rubbing his thumb over your lips. You constantly look up at him, but your hands move to his belt right away. Once he sees what you’re doing, he releases the grasp on your face finally, your cheeks more swollen than before. He stares down at you, licking his lips.

You quickly take off his belt, throwing it across the room. You continue with his tight pants sliding them down to his knees. He gently grabs onto your hair as you palm his dick through his boxers. After you see how serious he looks at you, you act fast; taking his boxers off to see his cock spring up for you. You grab the base of it, leaning it to take the pink tip in your mouth. After his tip makes contact with your tongue, he’s quick to push your head forward, making you take his whole length in one go. You choke slightly, grabbing onto his thighs.

“If your mouth is so big to talk back to me, it can take my dick too, right?”

You nod with tears in your eyes. He slowly pulls out, thrusting back into your mouth with full force making you moan on his dick. Then he goes again. And again. And again.

“That’s what your mouth is good for. You’re taking it so well.” he says, picking up his pace.

You already can’t take it anymore, leaking saliva everywhere. You make a sortiment of different muffled sounds, trying to make him to atleast let you breathe but he loves it too much now. He fucks your mouth a few more times before pulling out. His goal wasn’t to cum, he just wanted to teach you a lesson. He grabs your neck now, watching your saliva run down your chin and on your knees.

“See now you can behave, why do you love being a brat just when i’m mad?” he says, slapping your face with his other hand. The sound of the smack echoes.

“I-I’m sorry… i’ll listen to you now..” you look at him, more desperate for his cock than ever.

He takes his shirt off, and slides off his pants off fully before moving to you. He smiles in his mind seeing that hoodie of his on you, but he’s never been more excited to take it off. Luckily you wore no bra that day, so the sight immediately blinded him. He leans in to kiss your nipples, switching between them every kiss or so.

He immediately moves his hands down your abdomen to the hem of your panties. He makes you spread your legs so he can get between them, ripping your panties apart with one strong movement. You just variate between looking at his hands and his pretty face. He throws the pieces of fabric on the floor, spitting on his fingers to rub your pussy with. You grab onto your knees tightly, getting ready to take him.

He leans in to give you a heated kiss, biting your lip in the process. He positions his dick, getting ready to thrust into you.

He gets his whole length in, in one go, making you gasp. He begins his heavy thrusts, pounding you into the couch cushion with each one. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget all about him.” He says, leaning in to bury his head into your neck. He goes faster and faster, grabbing onto your waist. He’s completely destroying your insides with his rough thrusts, you could feel his anger and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Such.. a whore. You’re all mine, understand?”

“Fuck… Jungwon… please.. i’m only yours.” you moan out, and that determines him to lift your legs up to his shoulders. He gets so deep inside you, it’s making you dizzy.

He sits up again, using his thumb on your clit making you shake a little. “S..stop I’m gonna…” you cry.

“You’re gonna.. what? Hm? Tell me love, let me hear you.” he circles your clit faster.

“won… ‘m gonna cum… please…plea..” you say, shutting your eyes.

“Aww.. already? can’t my brat handle any more? cum for me.” he says, squeezing your clit.

You snap right there with loud moans. You cum all over his dick, laying there helpless.

He pulls out, easily pulling you on your hands and knees. He begins thrusting into you again from the back, giving your ass smacks every now and then. He lifts one of your legs up just to get in deeper.

You cry out curses and groans while he picks up his pace again. “Look at you, bent over just for me. That’s right. Mine. Don’t ever let me see you with anyone again or I might need to mark what’s mine.” he moans too.

His words make you grab the couch as well as you can, clenching around him like hell. His back arches feeling your sudden tightness, barely being able to go on. “You’re gonna make me cum… fuck that pussy’s so good.” he continues. After a few more thrusts he goes crazy, cumming inside you instantly with more hot moans from him.

He pulls out, letting you finally rest. He turns you back around, pulling you into a tight embrace. He gives you a sweet kiss, moving down to give your shoulders a few kisses too. You both regather your thoughts, and he finally cleans you up and dresses you into some comfortable clothes. “I’m sorry for being so rough on you, my love…” he says embarrassed and you smile. “Don’t worry, you’re so fucking attractive when you’re pissed off.”

You slowly get wrapped into his arms, and he gives you endless kisses. You end up cuddling in your bed while feeding each other snacks. “I love you.” He whispers, on the verge of falling asleep. You run your fingers through his hair, giving him a small peck on the tip of his nose. “I love you more, now rest Wonie, you have a long day tomorrow.” you say softly.

“Don’t care… as long as you’re there with me…” he says, half asleep. You smile, continuing your head massage. He ends up falling asleep in your arms, and you drift off to sleep not long after.

a/n: definitely had fun with this, a little shorter than i thought but u can just call this a drabble sidjejiss thank u anon <33

[oc3anlvsu]

Min ho x reader

-Summary-

-Reader is friends with kitty and got caught up in the wrong room drama forcing her to share with min ho although the two pretend to hate each other it’s clear how much min ho adores her and it’s proven when one night he catches her using his skin care-

-Small use of y/n

-some very suggestive comments

Korean translation at the bottom

You swore when you had gotten up to use the bathroom you had been as quiet as possible after all it was nearly midnight everyone had gone to sleep at least you thought

“God this stuff is so nice!” You tried to make your voice as quiet as possible but couldn’t quite contain your excitement min ho’s skin care was three times the price of yours and 10 times better you swore it felt like your hands were touching a cloud when you moved to put on his moisturiser as you finished rubbing in the moisturiser to your skin you placed it back on the bench moving your fingertips across the multiple bottles of expensive looking skin care you couldn’t even name

“no skincare routine needs this many steps” you couldn’t help but roll your eyes there were at least 10 bottles of random skincare ointments displayed neatly across the bench along with different face rollers and an arrangement of collagen water

You moved your hand from the collagen water picking up a small white bottle of what seemed to be a kind of serum you move to drop some into your hands but stopped immediately as a voice sounded out behind you

“ you’re doing that wrong gongju”you rolled your eyes turning to face min ho with a sour look on your face it was no secret that your Korean was horrendous so you just assumed he had insulted you

“ oh and how do I do it Your highness?” your voice held a large amount of annoyance but a small amount of teasing as you leaned your back against the counter, expecting him to just insult you and walk away you were surprised when he rolled his eyes and stepped towards you gently grabbing your wrist and taking the serum out of your hand you flinched when his hand raised to your face

“Min ho what are you doing?”

“ stay still y/n” his tone held no room for arguing so as much as you wanted to push past him you didn’t and chose to listen to him staying still scared to breathe too hard

Min ho reached out and grasped the bottom of your jaw tilting it to the side placing a droplet of the serum on your left cheek and then to your right he then began to rub the serum with his thumbs in gentle circles almost like he was scared he would break you tried your best to avoid eye contact but it was impossible with how close he was to you as he finished with the serum. He looked down to your lips and muttered out something in Korean that you didn’t understand despite how long the sentence was you couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t insulting you with the way he looked at you almost hungry? Was that desire? No that couldn’t be right

“mabsosa, ne pibuga bichnaneun ge jeongmal joh-a. hajiman daleun bangsig-eulodo bichnaneun geol bol su iss-eoss-eumyeon johgess-eo.”

“Min ho?”

It was almost like he had snapped out of a trance. His hands slipped from your jaw to rest on your shoulders and continue to slip almost like he was purposely grazing your hips as he rested his hands on the counter behind you his thumb poking at your thigh

You cleared your throat looking down at your legs your tone held surprise

“ you’re not mad at me for using your skin care?”

“ you can use my skincare whenever you like God knows how cheap and full of chemicals yours is best keep your skin fresh no?”

There he was the normal sarcastic min ho you let out of breath of air you didn’t know you were holding as he stepped back from the counter his hands purposely brushing against the top of your thighs as he took a step back turning around to walk out through the door but not before turning around and speaking to you again in Korean knowing you didn’t understand

“joh-eun PJdeul geuleonde jigeum hangug-i chuwoseo eolmana gamsahanji moleusil geoyeyo” he looked down at your chest before looking back at your flushed cheeks winking at you before finally turning around going out the door and leaving.

Hm maybe you would use his skincare more often

Korean translations

-gongju-

princess

-mabsosa, ne pibuga bichnaneun ge jeongmal joh-a. hajiman daleun bangsig-eulodo bichnaneun geol bol su iss-eoss-eumyeon johgess-eo.-

-god i love how your skin is glistening, although I wish I could see it glisten in another way

joh-eun PJdeul geuleonde jigeum hangug-i chuwoseo eolmana gamsahanji moleusil geoyeyo

-nice PJ's by the way you have no idea how thankful I am that it's cold right now in Korea

[rikiislvr]

unavailable . 4 - nishimura riki

pairing: afab!reader x nishimura riki

summary: fresh out a relationship with a heavy heart, niki seeks comfort in his best friend, not knowing you were falling for him

warnings: cussing

ps. read part 1-3 (on my page) if you’d like :)

after he left, you decided to leave too. you couldn’t go home since you were ditching, so you decided to stop by a nearby convenience store to get snacks.

before you could even step a foot inside the store, you were stopped at the sight of niki and ivy, standing in front of each other on the sidewalk, talking but you were too far away to hear what it was about.

you hid behind the side of the store, watching from pure curiosity, but.. whatever they were talking about, led to niki leaning down and pressing a kiss on her forehead, ivy smiled up at him and giggled before grabbing his hand as they ran down the street together.

you weren’t sure why your heart began to ache. maybe it was a good.. reasoning on why they’re.. happy together again?

you brush it off and slowly walked into the store to grab something to snack on until you can go home. but you couldn’t stop wondering.. what was that about? and was he gonna tell you?

-

the next day you walk into school, you don’t see niki in his usual spot, beside your locker waiting for you, you sigh and open your locker, being jolted from tickling hands on your sides,

you turn around to be faced with niki, “did i scare you?” he teases, you didn’t reply and turned back to your locker, “uh yeah..” you nod slowly, he tilt his head “you okay?” he asks, you close your locker and sigh,

“mhm!” you shot a fake smile before walking away, niki followed you, “you’re acting odd, what’s wrong?” he grabbed your shoulder making you stop, you look up at him and sigh,

“you’re back with ivy?” you say, his face dropped softly, “right um… yeah- i am.” he ran his fingers through his hair, you just blinked up at him, needing more of an answer.

“she’s in a really bad place and, i just feel really bad, she needs someone to rely on, you know?” he explained, you didn’t really understand it, but as his best friend, you have to be supportive…

“okay..” you shrug it off, “you understand right?” he says, you just nod before walking to your class, niki watched you and sighed, rubbing his neck.

he knew it was the bad decision getting back with ivy, but when he found her crying yesterday after he left the park over some of her family issues, he couldn’t deny the fact he still had care for her, he just didn’t want you to think he was overlooking how much you’ve helped him.

because you did help him a lot the night she broke up with him, but he couldn’t lie he wanted to be with her again, so he didn’t take up the opportunity.

he just hoped you’d understand somehow..

-

you’ve had the craziest headache all day in class, you finally got the last bell of the day and left the classroom immediately, all the work + the thoughts of niki being back with ivy was taking over your head.

why did you even care so much? it wasn’t your relationship or your business so who cares? why was this taking such a big toll on you?

you sigh and walked out the school with your head down,

“y/n!” you heard someone call you from behind, you turn around, seeing ivy, who was holding hands with niki, she smiled and motioned for you to come over..

what did she possibly want from you?

you groan and walked over, putting on a fake smile, “me and niki are gonna go get sushi, wanna come with?” she smiled at you, you turn to niki, who was looking at you, you could sense the guilt in his expression, “sure.” you shrug,

ivy giggled and grabbed your arm with her free hand as she pulled you guys to walk to the nearby sushi restaurant.

as you three walked, ivy rambled about her day, you look up past her to see niki, who was smiling at every word ivy said,

you felt very uncomfortable.. gosh, why did you even say yes? you just felt like a third wheel right now. why would ivy invite you in the first place?

you get to the restaurant and walked in, you guys sat in a booth, niki next to ivy, and you across from them, you tap the table awkwardly and looked out the window, ivy must’ve noticed your awkwardness and tapped your arm,

“so, where’s your boyfriend?” she asks, you clear your throat. “i don’t have one.” you nod, she gasps, “oh that’s a bummer! you’re pretty.” she shrugged, “thanks.” you nod, for some reason this was throwing you off…

you turn to look at niki, who looked just as awkward as you did, you sigh, “you know, i can get you a boyfriend.” ivy smiled, you tilt your head,

“yeah! my friend jake, he’s single, you two would be a power couple.” she giggled, “i don’t think i-

“oh come on! you can’t hangout with my boyfriend all the time, i know you two are best friends but like..” she smirked and grabbed onto niki’s arm, niki looked at you before looking down.

you then realized what this was, ivy only invited you to tell you to back off of him.

fuck this.

“yeah i’m gonna head home, thanks for inviting me.” you stood up and quickly left, niki so badly wanted to chase after you, but due to him being in the inside of the seat, he was trapped,

ivy scoffed, “she’s weird.” she shrugged and began eating the sushi, niki sighed.

you walked home with your head down, she was right. you can’t hangout with niki all the time anymore. he’s your best friend but you can’t deny you’ve been catching feelings for him.

and it’s wrong. he’s not available for you. only thing you can do now was to avoid him at all costs, if you’re not with him, you can’t gain feelings…

right?

a/n: didn’t expect for so many people to want me to continue this but hey! should i end it here or continueee orrr, lmk!

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[back2bluesidex]

Misconception - MYG ft. KSJ

Pairing: Yoongi X Fem!reader X Seokjin

Theme: Angst, friends to ? au, cheating

Wordcount: 1.2k+

Summary: You and Yoongi have been friends for nine years, you have loved him for five of those. But reciveing nothing but pain from his end you decide to move on only for Yoongi to come breaking down your resolve.

Warnings: Jealous Yoongi, bad decisions, kissing without permission, cheating

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

A/N: Just a little piece from Six Degrees of Separation.

Read the full Series here

Yoongi knows it’s unfair and childish but he doesn’t like this Kim Seokjin at all. 

For one, he is unbelievably handsome. 

For two, he seems to really like you. 

And Yoongi never liked the guys who liked you too much. While back then, he never acted upon his disapproval because he was sure of his irreplaceable position in your life, now he is not sure anymore. 

His eyes land on you with every little chance he gets tonight. He is aware that he is staring at you much more than it’s socially acceptable but honestly, he doesn’t give a damn. 

While staring at you, he had made a couple of eye contacts with Seokjin, which really pissed him off. 

He doesn’t like being caught red-handed. 

“Can you show me the way to the restroom?” Seokjin’s voice is as sweet as his face. Yoongi absolutely hates it. 

“Sure. That door.” he vaguely points towards the washroom. Seokjin leaves but not before giving him a cryptic glance. 

As soon as the man is inside the restroom, he finds his feet working on autopilot and in moments he is standing before you. 

“You look good.” he says shamelessly as if he didn’t burn you with his cigarette just a year back. Your face morphs into hurt, then sarcasm all within a second. 

“Thanks.” avoiding looking at him, you take a large sip from your glass. Your ignorance stings him like a freshly injected needle. 

“Have you eaten anything? Or are you drinking again on an empty stomach? You know you don’t do good-” it’s his habit to babysit you and old habits die hard.

“The Yoongi that pushed me that night at Jimin’s place and the Yoongi before me are completely different. Why are you pretending so hard, Yoongi? Are you afraid I might step in between you two? If you are then don’t worry. I am not as bad as you think of me. Chill.” you cut him off, try to leave him behind but he stops you. His hand holds you in place and his heart thumps from the skin-to-skin connection. 

“I am not pretending. I am repenting. I- I am extremely ashamed for the way I behaved with you that night. I regret everything. Every single thing, Y/N.” so many unsaid words threaten to spill out of his throat. He is not sure about anything anymore. 

Not about himself, not about Hyeri, not about you. 

“I don’t know how that matters anymore. You can’t take back what you said and did and I.. I can’t go back being your friend. So, let’s just stop here. Congratulations on taking your relationship with my cousin a step ahead. My good wishes will always be with you two.” you smile but it falters. 

“Y/N, please-” he tries to say something, anything that will make you listen to him. But fate has different plans. 

“Yoongi, what are you doing here?” Hyeri butts in and the only chance Yoongi could get with you, slips away right through the gaps between his fingers. 

“Attention everyone.” Hyeri claps her hands, “thanks for joining us this evening. As you know me and my boyfriend finally decided to move in together after dating for five years. But there is more to it. Not only did we decide to move on but also to finally put a ring on each other as the first thing in the new year. So, today also serves as the official invitation for you all to our engagement ceremony which will be held sometime next month. Please bless us with your well wishes. Even though we have fifteen minutes left, a very happy new year to you all!” 

Yoongi’s blood boils. He sees red. Hyeri has truly crossed the line now. They have no fucking plan of exchanging any kind of rings for at least six more months. She is all over the place with her lies, competition to walk over you - It was the last nail in his coffin. 

He will have to take a step now. 

“What do you think you are doing?” he seethes, anger pours through his eyes. 

Hyeri acts all innocent again, “what?” 

“You know what I am talking about.” 

“Oh that? I just said it on a whim. Chill, it’s just rings. Let’s get it in installments. We can invite only a few people and get done with the engagement ceremony-” “You know what? Fuck you.” Yoongi cuts her off and leaves for the balcony. 

It’s already past midnight, a new year, a completely new day. And he will make sure to make it a new beginning for him. 

His heart drops to his stomach when an unexpected sight unfolds before him. 

Your lips are lost in Seokjin’s mouth. He is holding you by your waist, while you wrap him by his neck. He has draped his blazer on you to keep you warm. 

You two kiss and kiss and kiss not giving a damn about being caught by anyone in the action. Unbeknownst to Yoongi, his teeth girt with each other.  

This. this could have been him and you only had he not have Hyeri - wait. What is he even thinking? 

He clears his throat to break through the troubled thoughts that have clouded his mind and reduced visibility to zero. 

You two part your mouths being alert of the presence of a third person. 

You look at him, he looks at you. So many things remain unsaid, unchanged but at the same time blooming into existence. 

“I think it’s time we leave. I will get the car ready.” Seokjin announces, sounding breathless due to the kiss. 

“I will quickly see Hyeri.” You nod. 

“I will walk you out.” Yoongi joins even when he absolutely didn’t have to. 

You two get into the elevator after you exchange a quick bye and a hug with Hyeri. She had pinned him down with a glare but he didn’t care. He needs to talk to you, even when he doesn’t know what he should say. 

“Thanks for coming.” he starts. 

You scoff, “Are you mocking me?” 

He turns his head to look at you. Your lipstick is a little smeared around the small of your mouth - it’s Seokjin’s doing, he wants to rub it off, preferably with his tongue. 

Fuck! No! He scolds himself before opening his mouth to offer an explanation, “No. You joining us tonight have been fruitful to me. I got answers to so many of my questions.” 

“What?” you chuckle humorlessly, “what question? That you are finally ready to tie the knot? That you-” 

Yoongi grabs you by the lapels of your winter coat and crashes his lips on you. Later, he will blame it on his intrusive thoughts. Now, he will let himself enjoy it. 

He kisses you with intent, sucks your lower lip as if it’s his first meal after days. You stay unmoving, not kissing him but not pushing him away either. 

He bites on your lower lip, asking for entrance. You put your hands on his chest and push him away lightly. 

Your pupils are blown out. There are so many questions dancing around your eyes. Yoongi is sure he has answers to none of it. 

Your face remains blank. 

“I won’t ask you what the fuck was that. Guess we are even now.” you say. The elevator dings as if to rescue you from him. You walk out without glancing at him again. 

He remains in the elevator, watches as the door shuts, cutting you off of his line of sight. 

Yoongi really fucked up a big time.  

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[forlorn-crows]

𝑺𝒏𝒂𝒑 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 / 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝑴𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Dewdrop/Aether

Tags: T4T (transmasc dewdrop + transmasc aether), fingering, penetrative (vaginal) sex, tail play, strap-ons, PWP, dirty talk, spoon fucking, gender affirming sex toys.

Notes: words used to describe dew and aether's anatomy are dick/cock (in reference to both sex toy and real), cunt/folds, hole.

tagging @askingforthesun, the only person i've told about this, and @miasmaghoul, who gave me the original inspo (and who this fic is for. betcha didnt see that coming did ya?). happy trans ghoul tuesday >:)

Words: 1,748

It’s addicting, watching him like this. A hypnotic little dance of flesh against silicone that Aether can’t peel his eyes away from. Flush against his back, he sees how the end of the toy kisses the end of Dew’s little cock with each gentle thrust: dark mauve against flushed, shining pink. Hears it too, the perfect sound of wet skin mixing into the tenor of Dew’s moans.  It’s his slick that covers them both now; it gathers atop the wide head, coating Dew’s cock with each of Aether’s thrusts. And the wetter he gets, the more vocal he gets; he’s begging now for Aether’s dick. That desperation taking full control. Begging with hitched breath please, put it in, need it. Begging for Aether to slip right inside. 

This work is a collab with my dear friend @noahl-art >:) You can find his full companion pieces on AO3

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Aether’s sure he’s been teasing Dew for close to an hour. Slow. Steady. Intentional. Just enough time to reach the crossroads of needy and impatient. Minutes stretched far beyond their capacity, consisting solely of Aether rubbing the tip of his silicone cock through his folds—up and down, up and down—while the fire ghoul clamps his thighs around that strap and grinds. 

It’s addicting, watching him like this. A hypnotic little dance of flesh against silicone that Aether can’t peel his eyes away from. Flush against his back, he sees how the end of the toy kisses the end of Dew’s little cock with each gentle thrust: dark mauve against flushed, shining pink. Hears it too, the perfect sound of wet skin mixing into the tenor of Dew’s moans. 

It’s his slick that covers them both now; it gathers atop the wide head, coating Dew’s cock with each of Aether’s thrusts. And the wetter he gets, the more vocal he gets; he’s begging now for Aether’s dick. That desperation taking full control. Begging with hitched breath please, put it in, need it. Begging for Aether to slip right inside. 

The quint ghoul reaches his arm over Dew’s body and slips two fingers between his thighs. He shimmies back just a little, allowing his hand to take the place of the strap. The digits meet that wet, creamy skin, sliding luxuriously between his aroused sex, and Aether can’t stop the moan that escapes him. 

“Finally ready for me?” Aether mumbles against the smaller ghoul’s shoulder. As if it needs to be asked. 

“Been ready,” Dew whines. “‘M so fuckin’ hard for you.” He shakes his head, covering Aether’s hand with his own. Immediately, he guides his fingers until they curve just right, pushing past the rim of his hole and entering his body. He sighs like it’s the only thing he’s been waiting for his entire life—like it’s a relief to have Aether’s fingers seated in his cunt. 

“Satanas, baby,” Aether groans. He pumps his fingers to give him a cursory stretch, the sound of it simply lewd. “Sound like you want it bad.”

Dew arches into it, ass pressing into the lower part of Aether’s stomach. His skin is nearly burning. Arousal flaring hot. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Give it t’ me.” He lets go of the quintessence ghoul’s wrist, reaching further down to pull at the head of the strap. Making the tip bump at the knuckles of Aether’s fingers. He whimpers, tail thumping impatiently.

“Shh, I gotcha. There you go, let me—”

Aether pushes in, hand migrating to rest over Dew’s stomach. Keeping him close. Inch by inch until his hips are once again fully flush to his back, fully thrust into the hot clutch of his body. Dew whimpers again and reaches his arm back, craning his neck so he can sloppily capture the quint ghoul’s lips with his own. Breathing hot and humid against each other’s faces, Dew’s hand gripping at Aether’s hair. Whining again when Aether humps, just a little. 

“Fuck me,” Dew slurs. Cock twitching just below Aether’s hand. “Like–mmpf–fuck me, really fuck me.”

“Yeah?” Aether moves that hand down over Dew’s hip. Gripping, Fingers digging in. He flexes his hips, kissing that spot deep inside his cunt. “Want it?”

“Uh huh.”

Before Dew can even gasp, Aether hooks his arms under Dew’s legs, hoisting them up until they fold and the tops of his thighs meet his chest. Then he pulls back—not enough for the strap to slip from his body, but enough to roll the fire ghoul halfway onto his back, shins lifted up towards the ceiling, ass resting on the place where Aether’s thighs clamp together. 

Dew yips in surprise, a noise that quickly turns into a moan when Aether starts to move. Not quite a snapping of his hips, but a nasty grind that keeps him deep. 

It also pushes the base of the toy perfectly into his own sex, where a special feature hides. A little hole molded into the bottom tugs at the sensitive skin of his own cock and suctions onto it each time he pulls back. Press, tug. Press, tug. 

“Fuckin’ hells, Aethe,” Dew groans, craning his neck and pressing the back of his head into the pillow. Eyes losing focus and fluttering before they fall shut. “Fuck, tha’s perfect.”

Aether squeezes under his knees, hiking them up further. “Sound so good,” he grunts. Thrusting up with a snap. “Feel so good. My perfect boy.”

“Need to—” Aether snaps his hips again, and he chokes on his words. “Oh, need to cum on it. Want you t’ make me cum on i-hih-it.”

“Yeah?” An echo of the moments just before. 

Dew nods quickly. Bites his lip. “Yeah.”

Aether’s tail loops around—just agile enough to slip between Dew’s legs as Aether begins to really thrust—sneaking its way up from the bottom so he doesn’t see the leathery spade close in on his hard little cock. “Already?”

“Ae-ther!” Dew cries out as the end of the quint ghoul’s tail presses against him, cool and firm. “Fuck.”

“That’s it,” Aether lilts. “Use it. Let it make you feel good.” He cranks up the speed of his thrusts, setting a moderate rhythm. Just enough that the strap hits deep inside with each motion, but not too fast that Dew can’t feel every inch as it slides in and out. Aether wants him to feel how it drags across his slick insides, how the pull-out of each thrust is graced with a tremor that runs through his thighs, his arms. Wants Dew to feel the texture of his tail as it matches his movements, rubbing on that hard little length just right. 

The fire ghoul whimpers. Aether can’t feel how he clamps around him, not exactly, but the way he gasps and arches into his movements gives him enough of a guess. 

“Satanas, there, right there,” he moans, eyes rolling as he wrenches them open and tips his head to look down at himself, slack-jawed. The sight of Aether’s tail, the spade now shiny with slick, greets him as it flutters over his cock, and the jiggle of Aether’s thighs has him groaning and falling back down to the bed all over again.

One well-angled push of his hips has Aether keening right along with him, the full length of his chubby cock finally slipping into that hole at the base of the toy. It sucks hard, making him clench all the way down to his toes and groan into the side of Dew’s face. 

“You perfect thing,” Aether breathes. “Wanna see how good it makes you feel. Will you show me?”

“A-Aethe—”

“So close, aren’t you?” 

Dew’s only response is a whine that crackles through his voice. Short and almost wheezing. Yes.

“Fuck, kiss me. Sound so good, baby.” He does his best to capture Dew lips with his, guiding him to turn his head. “Feels so good doesn’t it? When I fuck you like this?” 

“Mm-hm,” Dew whines against his mouth. “Oh–oh fuck.” He flings his arm down to the sheets, hand grasping at the fabric. His other hand tightens in Aether’s hair. A delicate almost-pain that has the quint ghoul groaning in approval.

“Just like that,” he grunts. “C’mon, baby boy.”

“Uh—uh-huh!” Dew arches again, and Aether swears he can feel how the hard bud of his cock twitches beneath his tail. Soon enough, his narrow chest starts to heave. Deep breaths that shorten until he’s panting and begging make me, make me. 

Aether doubles down. “That’s it, there’s a lad—”

“Making me; g-gonna—”

Dew’s words cut off with a strangled sound, face burning crimson and body going taut as he spasms around Aether’s strap. Thighs clamping together and feet twitching where they hang in the air. 

“Sshhiit, Aethe.” His voice shakes as his hips buck involuntarily as he cums, each hard clench wringing out a soft little noise from the back of his throat. Perfectly pitched and wanton in every way. 

“Fuck yeah,” Aether breathes, stilling his hips to watch. And with that pause, Aether can actually feel him now; the way Dew’s cunt pulses around the toy, muscles pulling it up, makes it so Aether gets a small suctioned tug on his cock with each spasm. “Shit.”

Maybe it’s that, or the way Dew cries out when he does it, but Aether can’t help but give an extra thrust or two. 

Eventually, even though Aether could watch him cum all day, Dew comes down, sighing heavily as his muscles release and he relaxes back into the mattress. Sated, but still shivery and tingling. 

“Can—can you—” He pushes at Aether’s tail with a shaking hand, the spade still massaging lightly over his cock. His legs twitch in a feeble attempt to dislodge the strap, too, overwhelmed. Aether acknowledges him with a quick hum, slipping out and retracting his tail to give his quivering mate some space. 

Dew’s face screws up in pleasure-pain as their bodies separate, thighs giving one final squeeze before his legs go askew. “Jesus, fuck.”

The quint ghoul blinks. Then he barks a surprised laugh. “Language, Dewy,” he teases.

Dew rolls back onto his side with a drawn-out groan, hands pressing on his groin as if to physically tell his body to calm down. Palms flattening out his dick to stop it from throbbing. His tail, though, flicks backwards and wraps itself around Aether’s arm, pulling him in for a cuddle. One touch to replace another. 

“Dunno the last time I came that hard,” Dew rasps. He curls further into himself and groans. “How’d’you do that.” 

Aether hums, burying his face into the sweaty nape of Dew’s neck. “Know what you like,” he mumbles. He tugs on the fasteners of his harness, haphazardly pulling it off (hissing when the hollow base pops off his cock) and pushing it to the end of the bed. 

“Didn’t even cheat,” Dew half-laughs, referring to Aether’s tendency to slip him a little magick here and there to make everything more intense. 

Aether chuckles too, a little prideful. “Nope. No cheating.”

“Bastard,” he whispers. A beat. A slight grumble. Dew reaches back and grabs at Aether’s ass. His boney fingers dig in, five pinpricks of building vigor, of promise. 

He pushes until Aether’s leg falls back onto the bed. “‘M gonna suck you so hard you cum in two seconds,” he mock-threatens. “Turn over.”

[munsonsmixtapes]

Just a Call Away

sugar daddy!eddie x fem!reader

will eventually contain smut so MDNI

cw: drinking, reader throws up

This is only part one. Part two with be posted soon!

The store is nothing but crowded when Eddie enters it. He intends on getting a new phone because his old one shattered, but seeing as the store seems very busy, he’s so close to just coming back at a different time.

That is, until he spots you as he heads over to the counter. You seem stressed, talking to the employee so politely even though you seem upset about whatever they’re telling you. He doesn’t know why, but he’s captivated by you. By the way you speak. He’s so caught up in listening to you that he barely even notices the other customers whispering about him.

Eddie doesn’t even acknowledge them, still listening to your conversation with the other employee. From what he can gather, it seems like you’re short a few dollars for whatever you’re wanting to purchase.

He doesn’t know why, but he wants to help you. He feels the need to. And that doesn’t happen, ever. Eddie only ever does things for Eddie. Well, except for his friends. Sometimes. In his mind, he didn’t get where he was by being nice.

You know you’re a few dollars short, (which doesn’t make sense because you swore you had the exact amount in cash) and you know that there’s nothing they can do, but you really need this computer. You need it for your job since you work from home and you spilled wine on your old one. You’re about to just pay what you can in cash and put the rest on your card, even though your account will be negative, when a black Amex card is put right in front of your face.

The employee behind the counter takes it and you turn around to face your savior, a gasp leaving your lips as you realize who it is. Eddie Munson? What was he doing there and why was he paying for your computer? From what you had heard, he didn’t seem to be the nicest so you didn’t know why he was doing something so generous, especially for you, a stranger.

“Th-thank you,” you thank him, handing the cash in your hand to him, but he shakes his head before taking his card back.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, as he puts his card into his wallet then pulls out another card before handing it to you. You look down at it and notice that it has his name and number directly in the center in a small font.

“Here’s my card,” he says with nothing to follow up. You don’t know why he’s giving it to you. He owns a record label and you are by no means a singer. You take it anyway for bragging rights. Because how else would people believe that you actually met one of the most successful men on the planet?

Neither of you know why he’s doing it, but he is. And he’s doing it happily, even though it’s hard to tell because he’s not smiling. That’s not Eddie’s thing. He thinks something’s wrong with him because he never does things like this. He only offers his card to people he could potentially do business with. Not women he randomly meets in a Best Buy. And he doesn’t buy them computers either.

“Thank you,” you say and pocket the card, knowing damn well you’re not going to call him for anything. Especially because he’s a busy man and you don’t want to bother him with your silly problems.

“Any time,” he winks, then turns on his heel to head out of the store, his broken phone completely forgotten because all he’s thinking about is you. He doesn’t know why he’s so captivated by you, but he is. So much so that he wishes that he got your number instead of giving you his so he can make the first move.

He doesn’t know why he’s so distracted by you as he’s never really had a thing for younger women. He honestly doesn’t know anything. For once, he’s not thinking about himself and that scares him. What’s so special about you and why is he so drawn to you? Why does he want to follow you out of the store and ask to get a cup of coffee with him at the cafe down the street?

But he doesn’t. He can’t. You’re too young for him and even if you were around his age, he still wouldn’t make a move because he doesn’t do that sort of thing. He doesn’t go on dates. He just invites women into his bed and has them leave in the morning never to call them again so they can’t get attached. That’s the deal and that’s what works best for him.

So he goes home alone where he has dinner by himself just the way he likes it before Helena, no, Hilda, or was it Hannah? Whatever her name is, she comes over and she doesn’t care what she’s called and she’s gone in the morning, leaving Eddie to think about nothing but you which still weirds him out.

You can’t stop thinking about Eddie either, partly because he bought you the very computer you use to work from home and partly because he’s somehow even hotter in person. You’ve always thought he was hot and anytime you see him on a magazine cover or any advertisement, you and your friends giggling as you stare at whatever it is, commenting on how hot you all think he is.

You think about the card often and never get anywhere close to calling him, but sometimes, sometimes you just think about calling or texting him but you never do. You just let it sit in your wallet, very often just itching to call him just so you can hear his voice. But you chicken out every time. You’ve never had a valid enough reason.

“Just one more,” Robin tells you as she hands you yet another shot of vodka and you take it. You’re not usually a huge drinker, but as soon as you see your ex boyfriend approach you, you down it and ask for another. Vanessa understands her assignment and pours you another before standing in front of you, protecting you from him.

“Look, y/n, can’t we just talk?” He asks with a sigh, leaning over so he can see you, but Vanessa is quick to lean in whatever direction she can to block you as you turn and head in the other direction, chugging your drink that she had made for you only a few minutes prior.

You don’t know why you’re so surprised to see Jeff. You’re both still in the same friend group even though there’s tension because of your breakup. Everyone’s made it clear which side they’re on, some of them holding a grudge against you because you were the one who split the group up in the first place.

You still don’t know why it was your fault when Jeff was the one who cheated. You actually caught him in the very house in one of the bedrooms. You still see the image sometimes when you fall asleep at night. His head was between a girl’s thighs as her hands wound into his hair, her back arching as she orgasmed. So many things swirled around in your head as you caught him. The first being that you weren’t even surprised.

He had been distant for months, always working “late nights” then coming home and telling you that he missed you while smelling like another woman’s perfume. You should have broken up with him right then, but you felt like he deserved the benefit of the doubt. Why, you’ll never know when all the evidence you need was right in front of your face.

But you think the worst part of it all was that he never went down on you. Any time he had the intention, he’d make up some sort of shitty excuse then make you suck him off. And seeing him pleasure another woman that way, another woman that wasn’t even his girlfriend, well, that felt like a stab in the back. Seeing him so willing to do it while his girlfriend watched.

And the cherry on top was that Jeff had the audacity to lie about it. It had happened right before your eyes and he had tried to convince you that you were just seeing things. That it was another guy and you only thought it was him because you had too much to drink.

So, you broke up with him and have been avoiding him like the plague any time you see him around town, especially because he seems so insistent on getting back together with you. And tonight is no different as he follows you around the house, pleading, begging you for another chance.

“Baby, please,” he whines and the nickname that used to make your heart flutter now just makes you feel sick.

“I’m not your baby anymore, Jeff,” you tell him as you turn around to face him, pointing your finger in his face. “You lost the right to call me that six months ago. You only want me back because I was the only one stupid enough to fall for your bullshit. Now leave me alone.” You turn to leave once and for all, but Jeff grabs hold of your wrist before you can.

“Not so fast,” he says with a chuckle. His eyes are dark and for once, you’re actually afraid of him.

“Jeff, seriously, let me go,” you demand, trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his grip only tightens, making you wince. He lets you go and maybe it’s the drinks or the shoes Vanessa insisted you wear, but for whatever reason, you’re falling right on your ass, trying your best to hide your tears as a few of the partygoers help you to your feet.

After you’re on your feet, you head to the kitchen to swipe a bottle of wine before heading up the stairs into one of the empty rooms for some much needed alone time. You screw off the top and chug down a good bit before setting it to the side. You know Vanessa would be more than happy to take you home, but she seems to be having fun so you go to the Uber app to call for one.

That is, until you get an idea. One that you would never have sober. You exit the app and go to your contacts, scrolling through them until you come across his name. You tap on it and hover your thumb over the “call” button, but decide against it, not wanting to bother him.

It’s not an emergency and you don’t even know where he lives, doubting he’d want to come all the way to the city just to pick you up from a party. You’re also sure that he just gave you the card to be nice, not even thinking that you’d use it. But your thumb seems to have a mind of its own as you accidentally press the button, the phone already ringing before you can hang up.

“Hello?” A voice picks up on the other line and you try to collect yourself before you answer, not wanting him to hear how shaky your voice is from the crying. You panic as you hear his voice and quickly hang up, pressing the red circle furiously as the line goes dead. You then toss your phone across the room as you try to calm your breathing. What have you done?

You reach for the bottle again and take a few more sips as you hear your phone vibrate and you just know it’s him. No one else would be calling you this late. You stay where you are, though, letting the phone go to voicemail. You can’t answer it. You’re too embarrassed by your drunk actions to actually face the consequences. He’ll probably just leave a message that you can delete later because there;s no way you want to remember any of this.

But then the phone rings again, vibrating against the floor, face down so you can’t see who it is. You hesitantly get up and reach for it. One call is one thing, but two is another. He doesn’t have your number so you’re sure that he’s just trying to make sure that you’re not a potential client.

“Hello?” You answer, squeezing your eyes shut, hoping, praying that he doesn’t recognize your voice. But how can he? You’ve only spoken to him once. “Eddie, It’s y/n.” You sound so upset and now you’re afraid he’s going to worry about you.

“Oh, y/n, hello,” he replies. “You’re calling late.” His voice is now concerned. More so than you would have thought and now you feel horrible for disturbing his night.

“I know and I’m so sorry to bother you-”

“You’re not.” He’s always up late either partying or doing business or even when he can’t sleep, which is always. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing, I think I must have butt-dialed you.” While not technically true, you still don’t think you’re lying. You’re not in your right mind and you really didn’t mean to call him.

Eddie hides his disappointment well. He was hoping that you were calling him to chat or ask him for a favor, but knowing that you accidentally called him makes him feel sad. He doesn’t know why, though. He could have any woman he wants but here he is, hung up on someone he doesn’t even fucking know.

“Oh,” he nods, trying his best to not sound disappointed.

“Yeah, sorry for interrupting your night.” You’re slurring and if you can tell then you’re sure that it’s super obvious to Eddie and the thought of him knowing that you’re drunk is so embarrassing. You really wanted to be sober when you called him (not that you would) but obviously that ship has very much sailed.

Half the bottle is gone now and you can feel it. You can’t remember the last time you were this drunk and now you remember why you sip on your drinks throughout the night. Being this drunk always leads to bad decisions like stupid online purchases or even calling millionaires who have much better things to do than talk to you.

“You didn’t interrupt anything. Is there something I can do for you?” You wonder what he’s up to, imagining him sitting in his multi million dollar mansion, talking to you as he sits on a couch that probably costs more than you’ll ever make in your life. And you can picture him in a luxury silk robe that has something embroidered into it like his name or something.

“No,” you shake your head even though he can’t see you. You know you should hang up, but you just can’t get yourself to. You need something, anything to keep the conversation going.

“Are you sure?” Honestly, you really want him to come and rescue you. You want him to pull up in his fancy car and all of the people who sided with Jeff to see just how well you’re doing. But then you start to feel bad because that would be using him and you wouldn’t want to be that kind of person. You’ve only met him once and would hate if he got the wrong impression of you.

“I’m sure,” you reply as an uneasy feeling takes over your stomach. You drop your phone and hurry into the bathroom that’s thankfully inside the bedroom and throw up into the sink because there’s no way you’re going to make it to the toilet. You wipe your mouth when you’re done then slowly lift your head to look at your reflection in the mirror.

You’re a fucking mess. Your dress has beer all over it and you’re confused as to where it came from since you didn’t even have any beer. Your makeup is all smeared and you have to turn away because you can’t stand to look at yourself anymore.

“Sorry, I’m back,” you sigh, your words still slightly slurring. “I threw up,” you tell him casually, as if you’re giving him a weather report.

“Do you need me to come pick you up?” He’s worried now and you would hate for him to have to do that. You don’t know how far away he is and honestly, it’s just a waste of gas when one of your friends can just drop you off on their way home.

“Oh, no, no,” you shake your head furiously. “You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re clearly very drunk and I would feel alot better knowing that you were safe under my watch.”

“Whatever you say, daddy,” you slur then ramble off the address, hoping that you have it right. You then hang up then toss your phone onto the floor.

You can’t believe that it’s that easy, feeling like there should have been some sort of catch. So a billionaire can drop everything and come pick you up from a party just because you asked, but with guys like Jeff you can’t even get a text back?

You sit on the floor and stare at your phone, anxiety now coursing through you as you begin to sober up. Oh god, what have you done? Did you seriously agree to have Eddie Munson pick you up at a party because you were drinking? You think that maybe it’s not too late to call him and call the whole thing off, but as soon as you reach for the phone, you realize that it’s dead.

With that realization, you reach for the wine bottle and take a swig, trying and failing to ease your anxiety. You decide you should head back downstairs, but it’s just so nice and quiet compared to the loud music and conversation of the party.

So you stand up, even though it’s hard to walk in the heels Robin and Nancy made you wear to go with your revenge dress. Every step hurts, but it beats stepping foot on the gross, definitely sticky floor so you decide to tough it out as you step out into the hallway.

You descend the stairs and you wonder if who you’re seeing is real and not just a figment of your drunk imagination or if Eddie really is there. But the second he lays eyes on you, a smile breaks out on his face so he has to be real.

He looks so damn good in just his jeans and t-shirt and you feel like you could faint just from looking at him. He’s so hot it’s unfair with his tight t-shirt and his hair that’s the perfect amount of messy. You like seeing him like this, so casual as opposed to his usual suits.

“There’s my girl,” he says, holding his arms out and once you’re down the stairs, he motions for you to move forward, taking you by the hands and stepping back so he can take in your outfit. “Well, don’t you look pretty, doll? Am I the luckiest guy or what?” He’s asking the audience he’s gathered and there are mutterings, but it’s not anything you can make out.

You have no idea what he’s doing, but who are you to deny him when he’s showering you with compliments? Now you understand how he’s always able to get women into bed so easily. The charm plus the looks are a very lethal combo.

“Now c’mon, my love,” he drops an arm over your shoulder and pulls you close. “Let’s get you home.” He takes the bottle from you then hands it to one of the party goers before pulling out the door and towards the very nice car that’s parked on the street.

You’re still sure that you’re dreaming even though you can feel his rough hand in yours. The rough hand that you so desperately want to-

“After you,” he says as he opens the door to the backseat.

You want to thank him. Not just for him opening the door for you, but everything. He didn’t have to come all this way, especially so late and he certainly didn’t have to make a whole show out of it. But he did just because he’s that kind of guy.

You slide into the backseat and Eddie follows, making sure you’re both situated before the driver pulls out of the driveway, turning onto the road.

In the state you’re in, Eddie really wouldn’t feel comfortable sending you home alone. He’s not a saint by any means, but he tries his best to make sure that the people around him are cared for. He wants to make sure that you have pain reliever and water and a comfy bed to sleep on.

So as you’re falling asleep on his shoulder, he tells the driver to just take the two of you back to his place where he carries you inside and puts you into his bed with a glass of water and two ibuprofen on his nightstand while he goes downstairs to the couch. And as he grabs a blanket and tries his best to fall asleep, he realizes that just having you upstairs, he suddenly feels a little less alone.