#because i couldn't decide which one i liked better

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So...I Guess We're Sharing (Daredevil)

Word Count: ~3400 Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem! Reader Summary: Due to a mishap, you end up sharing a room with your ex Matt Murdock. And so much more... Warnings: Explicit sexual content, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, making out, non-detailed sexual fantasy (p in v sex, male receiving oral sex), oral sex (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, coming untouched Matt Murdock / Daredevil Masterlist My Masterlist A03 link

Written for Bella's 4k Follower Celebration Writing Challenge with the prompt "So...I guess we're sharing."

So...I Guess We're Sharing

When your friend Ellie announced that she was marrying Theo Nelson in upstate New York, you had been hoping to run into Matt Murdock at the wedding. It wasn't an unreasonable expectation. Theo was the young brother of Foggy Nelson, Matt's best friend. It was only logical that Foggy'd be invited. And generally where you invited Foggy, Matt followed.

Now your plans for this possible reunion with your old flame had been talking, sharing a dance during the reception, flirting a little if you still found each other attractive, maybe a kiss…

Having you both booked for the same room due some kind of computer hiccup wasn't in those plans. Especially when there were no other rooms at this or the other hotels nearby. Mostly because both Ellie and Theo had very large families and lots of friends…

This left you with the choice to (A) share the room with Matt, (B) bunk with one of your friends, or (C) sleep in your car.

Option C was out of the question. For reasons that only made sense to them, Theo and Ellie decided the best time of the year to get married was January. Which meant it was far too cold to be sleeping in the car. Especially when more snow was predicted, bringing the risk of not waking up often enough to keep the tailpipe clear. Even if you didn't die, that didn't sound restful. And you were a massive bitch when you were overtired.

Option B was safer but has its own problems. You couldn't bunk with Ellie. It was less of a problem tonight but tomorrow it will be. Your bestie deserved to spend her wedding night having her mind blown by her new husband, not restricted to cuddling because her friend was third-wheeling. The rooms of your other friends in the party were less than appealing. You loved their kids but said kids had spent all day either flying or at the airport so right now they were a combination of pent-up energy and cranky. Except for the two babies who had bypassed cranky hours ago and were obviously 110% done with everything. And not afraid to say so, at the top of their little lungs.

Which wasn't their fault. You found flying stressful and you knew what was going on. But all the sympathy in the world didn't make their crying less capable of giving you a migraine.

Matt didn't have a car to sleep in, for obvious reasons. And him bunking with Marci and Foggy sounded nearly as awkward as you staying with Ellie and Theo. Apparently the pair had been looking forward to this trip as a mini-honeymoon. Mama and Papa Nelson's room already had extra people in it…

Which left Option A as the best choice for both of you.

"So…I guess we're sharing."

"I guess we are," you agreed, trying to hide your nerves.

You reminded yourself that while Matt was your ex, the relationship had ended amiably enough. It had hurt but there had been no name calling or a massive fight, public fight in the quad. Just two people agreeing that their lives were moving apart and maybe it was better to end things while you still liked each other.

Apparently all these years apart had not dulled Matt's perception of your moods. "We don't have to. I'll be fine with Foggy and Marci—"

"No, no, it's fine," you said, waving off the offer. "I said I was fine with sharing."

Matt's head tilted to one side. A shiver ran down your spine. You had forgotten how it felt to be the focus of Matt's attention. Even before you learned about his senses, it had seemed to you that being blind never stopped Matt from seeing you in ways that no one else ever had. After a moment, he nodded slowly. "If you're sure…"

"I am." You said, firmly. You could do this. It was fine. It would be fine.

The confidence momentarily wavered when you arrived at the room and discovered that there was only one bed. Matt, ever the gentlemen, immediately offered to sleep on the floor.

"No, no," you said, shaking your head. "Your back would never forgive you. It's a big bed. We can share, no problem."

This statement earned you another intense study from Matt. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." You felt your cheeks warm. "It's not like we've never slept in the same bed."

"True," Matt said, a little smile appearing on his lips. "It will be like old times."

"Just like old times," you repeated.

Except with more clothes, the horny part of your mind reminded you with a pout. Which was, if you were being perfectly honest, was more than a little disappointing. Nearly twenty years had transformed Matt from a very pretty boy to a devastatingly handsome man. The Matt you had known had been coltishall awkward, still not quite grown into his shoulders, with soft, round cheeks. The kind of person you imagined telling your father 'Yes, sir, I'll have her home by nine.'

Now? Now Matt looked like the kind person you could picture saying 'Your daughter also calls me daddy.'

The awkwardness had been replaced with cat-like grace and confidence. That cream cable-knit sweater of his could not hide that Matt had been hitting the gym anymore than those criminally well-fitting jeans could disguise that he still had the best ass you had ever laid eyes on. But far more potent was his face. Those round cheeks had been replaced with sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw, both adorned with the beginnings of a beard. A beard that was lightly peppered with gray that matched the touch of the same at his temples.

You couldn't explain why that little detail was getting you all hot and bothered. You just knew that it was making your cunt sit up and beg.

Further increasing your difficulties in keeping your mind out of the gutter was that his mouth still looked the same. It made you wonder if those petal pink lips would still be just as soft when he kissed you…and if he still loved eating pussy. Even dulled by time, the memory of the time he had spent hours with his face buried between your thighs, had your cunt clenching desperately around the empty air.

"Are you doing that on purpose?"

You jumped. When had he moved? He had been by the dresser, searching for something in his bag. Now he was right in front of you, one hand on the wall by your shoulder, the other closer to your hip. Almost but not quite pinning you to the wall. None of him was actually touching you but you could feel his warmth. You had forgotten how much of a living furnace Matt was.

"Doing what?" You asked, sounding more breathless than you expected. But how could you be anything else with him so close, those beautiful hazel eyes displaying the first signs of heat.

Matt arched an eyebrow. "Have you forgotten about my senses, sweetheart?"

"What do your senses have —-" You started before you cut yourself off. His senses… Matt would have heard your heartbeat increase at the sight of him. Would have heard your breath hitch when you realized how close he was, how you couldn't stop yourself from inhaling, wanting more of his good man smell…

And speaking of smell….

"You can smell…." You stopped, feeling your cheeks flush again. You couldn't say it.

Matt had no such qualms. "Your pheromones? How much you are soaking those panties? Yes, sweetheart, I can smell that."

Blood flooded your face. But also moved south as certain parts of your anatomy responded to the knowledge that he had noticed it. A reaction that only increased when you noticed the tenting in his jeans. A growl-like rumble erupted from his chest in response, hands twitching toward you before stopping. He closed his eyes, looking almost pained. "Sorry…I had forgotten how good you smell. It's making it difficult to control myself."

"Then don't."

"What?" His eyes snapped back open.

"Then don't," you repeated. The answer had been impulse but you stood by it. You didn't want to spend this entire weekend pretending that you didn't want him to fuck your brains out.

This time his hand couldn't stop itself from grabbing your hip. Or his body from moving closer, one thick thigh lodging itself between your legs. Your own hands hadn't remained idle, flying up to lay flat against his chest. But not to push him away. You just had to touch him.

You bite your bottom lip. He was even more solid under your hands than he looked. Solid enough to give horny brain thoughts. Thoughts of him pounding you against this wall, your legs wrapped around his waist while his hands gripped your thighs…

His hand on your hip tightened to near bruising. "Sweetheart…"

"Don't want you to control yourself," you panted out. "Want you to fuck me."

His hips involuntarily jerked, his thigh forcing your legs further apart. But what really had your cunt clenching desperately was feeling his growing erection pressed against you. There were too many clothes in the way and the angle wasn't right to do anything about but tease you….but you moaned.

That moan must have been the straw that broke the camel's back because Matt was kissing you. This was not the soft kiss you had imagined days ago, no gentle exploration of your mouths. This kiss was all passion. A fiery battle of lips, teeth, and tongues where neither of you could keep your hands still. Chest, shoulders, back until finally you reached his ass. It was just as good as you remembered, ample handfuls that you could not resist kneading like it was dough.

His hands tried to be just as thorough in their exploration but were stymied by the wall and how tightly his own body was pressed against yours. The frustrated whine was your only warning before you were lifted off the floor. Startled, you yelped and had to abandon his ass in favor of holding onto his shoulders.

Your assessment of how muscle was hiding under that sweater jumped another notch by how easily he carried you from the wall over to the bed. The only hint of strain came after that journey as his hands couldn't seem to decide what they wanted to touch most.

It felt good but you wanted more. Or rather you needed less, less of these clothes in the way of his hands and your hands. With this goal in mind, you started pulling your shirt off. Matt made a soft discontented noise when this impeded his exploration, until he realized what you were doing. Then his hands were eagerly assisting you. The moan Matt let out when his hands touched your bare skin went straight to your cunt.

Matt wasted no time in exploring every exposed inch of torso with his hands, followed closely by his mouth, rediscovering the spots that made you moan and squirm underneath him. It also made your hands even more eager for his bare skin. You pulled on his sweater, demanding, "Off, off, Matt, please…"

He whined against your cleavage but obeyed, leaning back to strip off that sweater. You felt your mouth go dry. You had been expecting muscles but the sight still took your breath away. And as beautiful as they looked, they felt even better under your hands. His torso was like satin…warm satin…you had forgotten how soft his skin was…how that lovely shade of rose would blossom and spread…how delightful those little whines he made when your hands found a sensitive spot…how easily he yielded to your desires…

It had been years (too many years) but you found yourself remembering. Where those spots were, how sensitive his nipples were…even the scars he had acquired over the years (so many scars….) just provided another interesting texture, another way to make him moan for you.

Your hands eventually found their way to his waist, drawing your eyes to the erection straining against the zipper….That must be uncomfortable.

A conclusion supported by the relieved sigh that escaped his lips when you popped the button on his jeans. Sighs that turned into groans when you wasted no time pulling down the zipper and reaching inside his boxers for his cock. Wrapping your hand around him, you found yourself biting back a groan of your own. You hadn't forgotten that he was big. But your fading memory was no substitute for actually having your hand around him — he's so thick…You felt another pulse of want between your legs, torn between having this cock buried deep inside your cunt and wrapping your mouth around it and making him scream…

As if he could read your mind, Matt's hands on your hips tightened…

"Please, sweetheart," he panted out, tugging at the waistband of your leggings. "May I? Please…ah!…I need…my mouth on you. Please!"

Oh his begging was just as sweet as it had been all those years ago…how could you deny him?

"Yes, yes," you said, lifting your hips to help him. Matt was quick to accept that help, peeling off both your leggings and panties in one swift action. You needed no encouragement to spread your legs wide for him.

If you thought the moan he made in response was obscenely loud, it was nothing compared to the one you made at the first lick. A slow, long drag of his tongue across your entrance, soon followed by another and another until you were squirming. Until the heavy weight of his arm laid across your hips to keep you pinned exactly where he wanted you. All you could do was whimper and beg for more.

He eagerly gave it to you. He made his way up to your clit where he applied teasing, kitten licks that sent sparks running up your spine. Then, without any warning, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard. You cried out, your hips trying in vain to jerk upward but he had no mercy. His arm kept you down and his mouth didn't relent on the pressure. You felt the coil inside you tighten as you drew closer and closer to that edge.

Then he hummed and sent you screaming over that edge.

You drowned in white hot pleasure. Pleasure that only continued to build with Matt lapping hungrily at your entrance, his eager grunts and slurps filling your ears. And just when you thought you could climb no higher, his tongue pressed inside you. You cried out, your hands scrambling to grab onto his hair. Once grabbed, you instinctively tugged on his hair, urging that clever tongue to keep thrusting in and out of you.

A silent order that Matt happily obeyed, moaning with each tug on his hair. The vibration only made you grip him tighter and pull harder…until he suddenly stiffened, letting a moan against your cunt that nearly sent you back over that edge…

The movements of his tongue didn't stop but they began…clumsy. Sometimes long laps, sometimes little licks…sometimes the pressure was featherlight, sometimes it was firm…sometime he swiped across your clit, sometimes his tongue fucked you, sometimes he lathed at your folds…

It was maddening, feeling good enough to bring you up to that edge but not good to send you over it. Even tugging at his hair only added moans that drive you even crazier….you squirmed under his arm. Funny it wasn't pinning you as firmly as before…you could almost just about ride his mouth but not quite…

"Matt," you whined. "Matt…"

Your voice seemed to break through whatever haze had seized his mind because he lifted his head far enough that you could see his face. And despite your recent orgasm, your cunt clenched. He looked positively lewd. Hair amess, lips kiss-swollen and shiny….further wetness smeared on his beard. His eyes were heavy-lidded, glassy…He almost looked drunk…The implications of what he was drunk on had only heightened your frustrated desires…

"Matt," you said. "Please….do I have to beg? Because I'll beg."

He looked confused for a moment before he blinked and the haze cleared a little. He smiled. How did that song go? He looks up, grinning like the devil? If so, that perfectly described that smile. Then you felt a thick finger run through your folds, coating itself in your slick before sliding inside you. "Not this time, sweetheart. All you need to do is ask."

The implication that there would be a next time stoked the growing fire just as much as the finger working its way inside you. You were so wet that it didn't take long for that finger to be buried up to the hilt. Nor did he waste any time fucking you that finger. It felt so good, reaching deeper than his mouth and thick enough to ease that empty feeling but it wasn't enough. "Matt."

"What is it, sweetheart? Do you need another finger?"

"Please!"

"As you wish."

True to his word, a second finger joined its fellow pumping in and out of you. Then those fingers curled and stroked a spot inside you that spent white sparks across your vision. You couldn't have contained your moans if you wanted to. Not that Matt seemed to mind how noisy you were being. Quite the opposite.

"Good girl," Matt rumbled out, his voice gone deeper and huskier. "Keep telling me how good you feel…what you need…"

His breath ghosted over your clit, adding more fuel to the growing fire. Your cunt clenched around his fingers. The resulting moan, the sound and feel of it so close to where you needed him left you whimpering and desperate. Close, you were so close…You tried to arch up into his mouth but his other arm had resumed its task of holding you down. You whined in protest but Matt was unmoved.

"Tell me what you need," Matt whispered. "Another finger? My mouth? What does my sweet girl need to cum?"

"Your mouth," you whimpered. "Please, please."

Before you could get out a third please, he drew your clit into his mouth and began to suck. In a sharp contrast to earlier, the suction was gentle. A tease, if your little nub hadn't already been swollen and sensitive. But it was so almost immediately you were babbling out his name as the fire consumed you — body, mind, and soul.

You barely heard his responding moan but you certainly felt his tongue lapping at the fresh slick flowing around the fingers still buried deep inside you, pressing insistently against that spot that made you burn…

You had no idea how long the pleasure held you under. It might have minutes. It might have been hours. You just knew that, eventually, the pleasure began to ebb. You sank into the mattress, feeling boneless and warm as you watched Matt slowly kiss his way up to your mouth.

This kiss was closer to the gentle, sweet affair that you had imagined but the tang of yourself, the edge of hunger gave it an edge. One that, despite two orgasms, began to kindle renewed heat between your legs. A feeling that only increased when Matt sat up enough to finally take off those jeans. Jeans and boxers that you couldn't help noticing were wet, far too wet to simply be precum. Especially with his cock looking only half-hard…

"Did you?"

"Come just from the taste of you?" Matt said. "Yes."

Your cunt clenched. And, of course, Matt noticed. He chuckled. "That pussy still isn't satisfied?"

"No," you said. "Because that cock still hasn't fucked me into this mattress.”

The cock in question twitched which you took as a sign of interest. Judging by the hunger shining in Matt’s eyes, the rest of him wasn’t opposed to this idea.

“Good point, sweetheart,” Matt said. He leaned down and kissed you again, short but toe-curling. You almost missed the hand sneaking under your back but you didn’t miss the sudden loosening of your bra. Or the eagerness with which he stripped it off of you and cupped your breasts. You breath hitched as his fingers teased one already peaked nipple.

“I can’t leave my sweet girl wanting.”

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[itelya]

divorced but.. ex-husband! nanami kento x fem! reader

synopsis: your ex-husband fvck you months after your divorce.

warnings: MDNI (NSFW), sad s€x, fIngering, creampIe, cvm, pvssydrunk, fatdIck, tears, love, mess, saliva, beg, i think its all

words: 2737.

a/n: bruh i have to repost i have so much rage omg but well..

You divorced Nanami a few months ago because he was becoming more and more distant, neglecting you without explanation. Every time you confronted him about it, it only made things worse. His apologies, although sincere, sounded more and more like empty promises.

When he confessed to you, in a last desperate effort, that he truly loved you and wanted you to stay, you understood that his words no longer touched you. You no longer believed them. That's what broke your heart even more.

Even if you had decided to leave, even if you thought his words no longer made sense, you found yourself there, on your bed being fingered by your ex-husband. You blamed yourself for being so weak but you had missed his thick and long fingers so much.

His fingers found their natural habitat. Nanami knows your body better than you do. He finds your g-spot so easily. His fingers curl inside you to tease your g-spot. It feels so good.

You couldn't help but instinctively close your trembling thighs but Nanami opens them again. "Don't think for a second about closing them, honey." Hearing him call you 'honey' made you palpitate but the memories of the past make you sad.

You moan and look at him, your eyes slightly blurred by the little tears. You look like an angel to him, you are so beautiful like the first day. Your hungry pussy swallows his fingers and doesn't let go. He wants to be inside you. Your pussy is heaven.

Your hands already hanging on his shoulders, pull him towards you and kiss him. It was clumsy, confused but passionate. His fingers sink further into you and his thumb still tickles your clitoris.

"Ken-! I.. Imgonna cum- hmh- soon!" You moan his name and incoherent things. He looks at you and smiles softly. The nickname you gave him at the beginning of your relationship. He missed it.

He leans towards your breasts still covered in his old t-shirt that he gave you, you hadn't managed to throw it away. It makes her smile then he looks at you. You understand that he wants you to take it off. You put it over your head and throw it into the room.

He gently licks one of your nipples already hardened by the excitement and the air of the room then bites it lightly. The slight pain mixes with the pleasure and makes you moan even more. You are slightly masochistic but you couldn't help it.

You feel like you are on the edge of the precipice. Your walls squeeze Nanami's fingers even more. You moan incomprehensible things and tears run down your pretty cheeks. "I- fuck imcoming! Ken’ ken!-"

A few moments later, you cum like you haven't done in months. Your lower body trembles, you scream his name and cling to him and dig your nails into his broad shoulders. Your juices squirt against his hand.

"Ken! Kento..", you look at him still overwhelmed by your orgasm, your eyes whimpering. He removes his fingers from you and puts them in his mouth. He had missed your taste so much. Your juices taste like heaven.

"You taste so good.. I missed them. I'm sorry my love, I didn't mean to hurt you." His words were sweet in your ear. He removes his fingers from his mouth and a light trickle of drool connects them. It was so sexy.

He takes a handkerchief and wipes his fingers then throws it away. He completely removes his shirt which was half open. He is still as fit as ever. His torso seems even more toned than before.

"Do you like what I see darling?" He smiles slightly. You don't answer and look away. He lets out a small laugh. He removes the rest of his clothes. When he removes his boxers, his cock straightens up, patting his abs.

It's so perfect, big and thick and sexy veins all over its length slightly curved upwards. You can't even close your hand around its thick girth. You need your second hand. You love so much his dick.

His cock looks so angry like it hasn't been touched in a long time. His head is red and leaking precum. You want it in your mouth but now you just want his cock in you.

"Do you have any condoms love?" He looks at you as your gaze was on his dick. His fingers place themselves under your chin and lift your head. You shake your head.

"No, how could I have predicted that my ex-husband was going to show up and fuck me?" You laugh a little, you are sarcastic.

Your remark makes her smile. "That's right.." Her hand rests on his cock and begins to gently move back and forth. A vein appears on his forehead, that's when he's frustrated. So hot.

"Fuck me without Kento," you say. He looks into your eyes searching for any hesitation but there was none. You're sure. You couldn't stop there. You need him in your pussy, now.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" You nod, sure of yourself. He smiles again then his big firm hands turn you over to put you on your stomach. You reposition yourself as you wish.

Your ass is in the air towards him and your upper body is against your pillow. You feel the weight of his cock against your ass. You can't help but throb in anticipation. His firm hand rests on one of the cheeks of your ass and kneads it.

Nanami removes his hand and his two thumbs spread your soaking lips. His cock rubs against them. You're so wet that he doesn't really need any lube. He leans towards you and speaks:

"Are you really on, love? I don't want to make you uncomfortable..", his voice is low but soft against your ear. You nod shyly. You really want it. He understands and smiles. He gives you a light kiss on the shoulder and begins to enter you. You can't help but let out a small cry.

"Ken.. mh- fuck", your voice is weak and trembling. The intrusion was slightly painful but so good. You haven't done much in months, you missed it.

His big dick stretches the tight walls of your cunt rarely touched in months. Shit, the stretching was so good that small tears escape from your eyes. He starts hard and deep hip thrusts into you.

"I missed this pussy so much... you are made for me aren't you?" He pulls your hair back forcing your head to come out of the pillow. You are already a complete mess. Your mouth is swollen and red and drool is coming out. And your eyes are filled with tears.

"You are so beautiful, I'm sorry honey.. I don't deserve you. I was such an idiot.. shit." He seems sincere. He leans towards you and turns your head towards him and kisses you. He starts pushing into you slowly and picks up the pace.

The kiss is still as messy but passionate. You close your eyes and moan into the kiss as he continues these hip thrusts. On the contrary, he doesn't close his eyes. He looks at you and regrets even more what he made you go through.

You are so beautiful, you are his universe, his landmark in this world that he finds shitty and boring. He worked hard so that you could settle down together in your dream country, but along the way, he lost you.

He detaches himself from your lips. His lips stay close to you and whispers sorry to despair. You wanted to tell him it was nothing but that would be lying. He hurt you even though you know it wasn't his intention.

His hand slides between your legs and makes small circles and lightly pinches your swollen clit. Your walls tighten around him. The sound of your ass against his hips filled the room. It was such beautiful music with your moans for him.

"I- I.. nghh! kentoo I feel like Imgoing to…", you stutter without wanting to under the intensity of nanami. He is so wild at the moment but you appreciate it so much.

"I know love." His voice seemed deeper, almost hoarse. Your pussy is heaven. She swallows his cock without restraint and squeezes him. He feels that he is soon on the edge too. "Let's change position baby."

You nod and feel him pull out. The disappearance of his cock in you made you cry a little without understanding why.

Nanami lies down and makes you understand that he wants you on him. You place yourself in front of his cock soaked with your juices and you move back and forth on his length with both hands. You hear some deep moans escape from Nanami.

Your gaze rises to him and you see his face a bit of a mess. He is so cute like that. It reminds you of your first time together. A small smile forms on your face.

You finally decide to put yourself above his big dick and enter inch by inch in your tight and wet entrance. You moan at the sweet intrusion and Nanami lets out a grunt of satisfaction. Your muscles tighten around him.

After a few moments of adjustment, you start moving. Nanami places his hands on your hips and lets you follow the rhythm. Your hands rest on his big hard chest and caress it.

You move up and down slowly, feeling every pulse of his cock inside you, every shiver that runs up your spine. Your head tilts back as the cream between your bodies clings to you.

Nanami grips your hips a little tighter, groaning with every movement of your pelvis. His thumbs trace slow circles on your skin, as if trying to encourage you to go even faster, even deeper.

"You're as beautiful as an angel... I'm so sorry, my love," he breathes, his voice husky, almost broken by the mixture of pleasure and remorse.

His burning gaze pierces you, rekindling something inside you you thought was buried. It makes you tingle even more. You unconsciously pick up the pace, your clit rubbing against his blond hairs at the base of his stomach.

Nanami leans back and captures your mouth in a wild kiss, a mixture of raw desire and adoration. His tongue dances with yours, your ragged breaths mingling.

When he breaks the kiss to place light kisses on your jaw, you hear him breathe, almost desperately, "I missed you..."

You don't answer right away, unable to speak as your body craves more. You continue to roll your hips more eagerly, feeling his cock pulse, vibrating violently inside you. Your nails dig into his broad shoulders, marking his skin, as the wave of pleasure approaches dangerously.

Nanami, half-closed, looks at you as if you were his only reason for living, his hand sliding towards your stomach, down to your swollen bud, which he teassed with an almost cruel slowness.

In a whisper, barely audible so he wouldn't hear it: "Ken... I missed you too..." Your confession slips between you, fragile, like a shameful secret you wished you hadn't.

"I'm really going to... ngh- to cum... Ken—" Your body can't resist anymore. It trembles violently against him as the orgasm sweeps you away in a hot wave. Your walls tighten around him, squeezing with such force that Nanami groans, losing control too. You're squeezing him so hard.

With one last thrust of his hips, he unleashes himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot, viscous cum. A low moan escapes his lips, echoing in your ear.

You stand there, panting, your forehead pressed against his sweaty chest, your bodies still intertwined, your hearts pounding, unable to fall back down just yet.

Nanami runs a hand through your disheveled hair, caresses the nape of your neck with painful tenderness. He lifts your chin, searches your gaze, and without a word, he kisses you again, languidly.

The kiss is slow, desperate, full of nostalgia and everything unsaid between you. When he finally releases you, he looks at you for a long time, his thumb brushing your cheek.

You lie on top of him, his hot breath sliding against the nape of your neck. His cock, still inside you, hard, throbbing gently inside you, as if he refuses to leave you, to truly let you go. His hands continue to slide down your back, slow and trembling. A long silence falls, broken only by your heavy breathing.

"I- I want you again," he murmurs against your skin. His voice is hoarse, imploring. He pulls back and straightens slightly, tilting you onto your side without withdrawing from you. Your heart skips a beat as he repositions himself above you, his torso brushing against your bare chest.

His hips roll slowly, bringing his cock back, hardening against your thigh and sliding against your still-sensitive clit. A plaintive moan escapes you despite yourself.

"Can I? Please, my love..." His words are a desperate breath against your mouth before he kisses you again. This kiss is slower, more painful too. You feel all the guilt he's trying to stifle. You nod and suddenly feel him inside you.

His thrusts are slower but still just as deep. He wants to take his time this time. With each thrust is a silent declaration, an "I'm sorry," a "forgive me," that he didn't dare say out loud before. You feel his hand slide into your hair, tugging gently to expose your throat, where he leaves a trail of feverish, wet kisses.

"Why... why was I such a jerk..." You hear his voice break against your skin. You don't answer. You don't have the strength, but your body speaks for you, arching under his touch, welcoming every inch with desperate hunger.

Nanami presses his forehead against yours, his eyes fixed on yours. He slowly rolls his hips, keeping you both on the edge, just on the edge of pleasure without ever completely tipping over.

"I want you to come for me again... I want you to scream my name, like before," he moans against your lips. He pushes a little harder, a little deeper. A high-pitched cry escapes you, your body already ready to buckle under the pressure.

You beg him with your eyes. He knows that look, you want him to go harder. He's unable to resist you, so he speeds up, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more devastating, as if he wants to mark you with his love in your gut.

The obscene sound of your bodies mingles with your muffled moans. You feel your stomach tighten, your clitoris burning with the friction of your movements.

"Ken- phf.. Kento..!"

You cry out his name in a strangled moan as your orgasm explodes suddenly, almost painfully. Your body arches beneath him, your walls squeezing him so tightly that he has no choice but to follow you.

With a guttural moan, he slams into you a second time, gripping your hips so tightly you're sure to see marks tomorrow. He's come a lot, you can feel it. He pulls out, and you feel his hot cum leak from your lips and drip onto the rumpled sheets.

You lie there, bound, breathless, trembling, eyes closed. Silence falls again. A bitter silence this time, a little ashamed. Nanami strokes your cheek, his fingers trembling with pent-up emotion and hesitant.

"I still love you," he finally breathes, so quietly you almost think you imagined it. You feel a burning sensation behind your eyelids, but you refuse to cry now.

"Ken-... don't ever leave me again... or I'll kill you." You raise your arms and pull him closer. You snuggle against his shoulder without another word, listening to his warm but gentle breath. A small tear escapes you, out of sadness or love? You don't know.

"Never again. I promise." He pauses and smiles slightly against your damp hair. "Marry me again, please... Give me another chance. Let me spend the rest of my life with you, my love."

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kiki in nana tour but shes upset that cheol couldn't be there and mentions him every 5 minutes ;o;

　🧺 𓏔 DON’T LET SEVENTEEN KNOW　　⌅ .

𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗥────EP. 001　✦　01

　　🥥 ⸝⸝ 𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 — 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

⌇ 2023.　kiki ( fem!oc ) x svt　2.9k　fluff, crack, messy writing, kicheol is rly strong in here so be aware　✉️　i said i struggled writing this and still is but luv the layout so trying to write and post it as much as i can... enjoy !

“i think she would be the hardest to fool,” seungcheol presumes. “if you want to wake them up one by one, i think it’s better to go to her first.”

it is september 7th, 2023. few hours ago, seungcheol received the surprising news from the staff — youth over flowers is actually happening.

na youngseok pd agrees, “actually we’re planning the same thing... maybe it’s insensitive for women to just storm into the room while sleeping, you know,” then pd crosses his arms, tilting his head slightly and murmurs, “i mean, is this okay for her? i hope it’s not too much or unnecessary,”

he’s implying that she could be sensitive to getting different treatment with the rest of the members. since day 1, she needs to prove herself constantly to make people believe that she didn’t end up in the group for just instant attention gathering but because she deserved it in effect. seungcheol chuckles with a hint of surprise, “woah, you’re really thoughtful. i think it’s alright but have you talked with minji noona? if she approves, i guess it’s more than fine.”

“yeah we talked,” na pd nods. “in fact she’s on our side.”

“ohh is that so? but it makes sense,” seungcheol looked impressed at how their team planned well to make it before na pd retorts. “but you didn’t seem surprised?”

“minji noona is the best at poker facing. she’s so professional, no one can detect she’s hiding or concealing the truth beside kiki, so it just makes sense you, or other staff on your side choose to include her, because she’s the safest person to entrust your secret.”

“oh yes, she’s kinda an earnest person?” na of snickers about the way seungcheol describes a famous manager of seventeen like a boss he’s afraid of, or wishes to not pissed off. 

[ 15 hours later ]

next morning, at four thirty, na pd dashed into seungcheol’s room. 

“seungcheol-la, how’s it going?” general leader stuttered to pd’s question as soon as he entered the room. “it’s in danger! she might have noticed it! i didn’t know if i glossed over well!” na pd is lured to his upset as well and quivers, “what- what do you mean? who’s she? kiki-ssi?”

“yes,” he continues after pacifying his own agitation. “after the concert she asked me to eat dinner together. i was already shaken up for the ask because i’m not confident i can stick through with the plan in front of her — which means i need to keep lying to her — but i don’t have good reason to decline, thus i’ve been like well, she should have no idea what’s coming, there’s no way minji noona spills it unless it's unprofitable for her, so i was okay, then after eating the dishes she really concerned about me because i looked tired,”

“you looked tired?” na pd tilts his head before cracking up a little for his response. “because i shooted this with you in the afternoon!” 

[ he was exhausted ]

“she was genuinely worried about me and i felt so guilty,” he keeps going. “it was in the tip of my tongue!” na pd pat on his shoulder and reassures him. “i know, thank you for bearing that for us seungcheol-lie. in fact we couldn’t decide which to call first between kiki and the boys who are still awake, what do you think? i thought maybe we should go to her first quietly, you or minji-ssi enter the room before us and make sure everything is okay?”

“sounds nice.” seungcheol nods. “then we can go to their room,” he waves toward the direction where mingyu and others are having rap battles. after the explanation from pd about plan to go into energetic kids, they stand up and sneak out the room together. 

kiki picks up the call from seungcheol earlier than expected. “yeoboseyo? kyoka?” he calls her by the birth name, indicating the bosom relationship they have. while na pd glances at the camera to how his voice softened. “hey, sorry to wake you up this early. can i come in now? …okay, good.” he gives a thumbs up to the crew. minji follows after him, entering her room in silence. pd and the other staff overhear them chatting some words in the room from outside without looking into before seungcheol pops out the head from the door. 

“good morning kiki-ssi,” na pd greets the japanese girl who's still half asleep. “it’s been a while, do you recognize me?” 

“...??? annyeonghaseyo...???”

[ politeness in full of question marks ]

“but... why... how...?”

everyone cracks up to her guiltless state while trying hard to keep their voice low. her dark hair was a bit messy but flowed down smoothly to her chest area over the sweat shirt. she blinks slowly as trying to process what’s going on right now. kiki just wakes up with her bare face but somehow it looks almost intentional. her skin is glowing and there’s almost no sign of any puffiness, leading the female pd’s voice of awe. she sighs in impressed, just murmurs “wow…” and that makes them push into another bursting out, while they edited her with glowing effects around her with the sound of birds chirping and flower petals blowing in the screen. 

[ living sleeping beauty is here ]

“wake up sleepyhead,” seungcheol gently pokes her head with a palm which makes her giggle with slight confusion. then suddenly, she snaps back into the reality and gazes all over those people in the room. “wait- is this- for real? it’s happening?”

“yes it is, and you’re the first one to know.” pd confirmed. kiki is delighted, she beamed to seungcheol and the words slipped out from her mouth. “cheol-lie! oh my god, it’s happening! we are going to...” then she realized. all of the emotions drop from her facade. “wait,” she mumbles. “are you not... going to say that... the...” 

he casts a look at her face changes before holding and caressing the back of her hand. “kiki, it’s okay.”

“i’m sorry,” na pd droopes his head in guilt. “we tried to rearrange after hearing this news but since you have fourteen of them, it’s really difficult to find another date.” 

at the moment, almost everyone in the room feels pain with her. the way her eyes roamed all over the sheets, backed to with seungcheol, moved with minji, then backed to na pd again, she clearly trying to hide the sadness for the sake of this filming. “ah- i understand. thank you for trying to make it happen for all of us oppa. it’s…sad but, can’t be helped right?” she holds back his hand and swings it a little. “i’m so sorry cheol,”

“i know. you don’t have to worry about me, okay?”

in fact, this is the true reason minji agreed — moreover, recommended — to obtain her first. kiki must be heavily upset about the fact that seungcheol can’t make it to this trip. she’ve already registered deep concern for his injury a few months ago as he joked that the doctor needed to reassure her more than himself. in addition, she’s the one who is excited about this trip the most. carats know how she seemed happy during ttt in house and other behind contents when she was spending time with all of them. now she needs to depart to the destination leaving him behind alone. it’s not easy. “now, put this mic on!” seungcheol giggles as he does by himself for her. after managed to slip away from her room — she added the black frame glasses on her face along with the mic in last second — na pd told her the plan to surprise dino and others. he added the mention of the glasses, “oh you dressed up?” to which she responds “i thought... i should just cover up for it...”

“what? you don’t need anything! i can’t believe you were asleep 5 minutes ago!” he affirms which cracks up her. 

[ now let’s visit the energetic kids ]

“why are they still awake and loud like this?” kiki is genuinely bewildered about the voice which is heard from inside to the hallway. she almost collapsed onto the floor to hold on laughter while lending an ear to their singing. 

then pd catches hoshi who just came out from the room. kiki pulls him closer and whispers to not speak loudly. surprisingly, hoshi perceives the assignment in a second, guesses its for the show that jun and minghao would star. 

“no,” she quickly shakes her head. “it’s youth over with flowers, soonyoung! it’s happening!”

“woah- really? like actually? how? oh my god,” it’s funny that his reaction was almost identical to hers. after receives the call from the member inside, na pd leaps into the room as answering to the phone. “yeoboseyo?” 

the double bed room turns into chaos immediately. they blart out what they want to say randomly as “wait, are we not going back to korea?” or “what will happen to jun and the 8’s show?” and it becoming out of control by each seconds. kiki just giggles next to seungcheol throughout adorable little brothers falling onto the bed out of intoxicate until two reveal that na pd came to tokyo via fukuoka, which is one of the most west side of japanese major cities, while tokyo is the east side. her eyes get wider, mouth slightly parted. “woah, oppa... you’ve really gone through it.” her calm wards somehow bring more laughs among the members. although neither she couldn’t maintain her composure once na pd spilled the beans about destination. 

“italy?” the voice of her and mingyu’s synched. “are we... going to italy? really?” mingyu drops his knees onto the floor, making himself into the posture of begging towards him. “seriously?” she joins him by words. “how did you-” she couldn’t grasp what’s going to happen at this point. is there any chance that 13 of them — not 14, her stomachs become heavier for the idea — will going to europe?

“y’all really drunk,” she snickers about how four of them, dino, mingyu, seungkwan and joshua, that their brain is only functioning half of it because of alcohol. their gaze is still blurred and how hard they tried to focus on the filming, they are already losing the game.

“seungkwan-nie, guide us. this is your field.”

by hearing her demands, the tangerine fairy suddenly remembers the responsible as a variety-assigned-member. “pledis really does it, really!” he repeats with excitement. 

and the rest of the time, waking up members one by one, she just constantly fixes their hair in the background and pds make sure to highlight her habits in the edit. on the other hand, she can’t help but look up at the sky for how many of them are sleeping naked. 

“it can be bloopers by any chance...”

“that’s why we wake up you first before going into your room...” pd taps on her shoulder. 

[ true strugglers ]

“and also why did they display their front cover magazines like it’s in a shop or something?”

kiki bites her lower lip, displaying her concerns about waking up the 8 at the end. na pd already worries about the task, harks that he expecting this fake tv program filming so much from the boys all this time. in the matter of discussing how to ease his disappointment in jeonghan’s room, kiki throws a question to joshua who’s sitting next to her. he recommended entering the room while clapping and applauding. the idea’s quickly adopted by everyone. while marching towards the last room, jun chortles. “sounds so much fun! i couldn’t believe pd was there when i woke up... when he visited you, noona?”

she shared what had happened. “i was woke up first. i’ve also surprised so much, failed to process it right away.”

“i know.” jun nonchalantly put his arm around her shoulder. “it’s still hard to believe what’s happening. taking this number secretly must be so difficult.”

“yes. they must’ve planned the details to not be doubted by us.” she approves. 

after storming into minghao’s room, kiki couldn’t help but to cast a smile in the corner of her lips. although she feels sorry for him, it’s still humorous how he reacted to this news. he’s clearly not contended, or convinced fully, so she choruses besides jun when he reminds na pd once again that they ought to make an actual program for them. 

“i know few people from tvn as well, i can talk to them if you want.” she amuses. na pd facepalms as if he was waving the white flag. “are you... blackmailing me?” she said nothing but just smirked, and nothing shook na pd to his core ever.

[ for the context, kiki starred in tvn drama “it’s okay to not be okay” as the main lead in 2020! ]

they inserted the clips from future episodes in here, as she got recognized from the people in italy time to time, being asked for taking pictures or autographing to them. they also mentioned to her acting career, for example psycho-pass: zero, japanese drama on netflix that recorded a massive hit internationally this year. 

in the meantime, they go off in all directions to prepare for a depart in 3 minutes, while kiki runs out from the 8’s room as think out loud. “oh what should i do...” 

she rushes into her own room leaving the camera behind. first she washes her face with a water, put on all in one gel to keep her skin from drying out. then she throws the bottle into the bag, changes into a pair of adidas tracksuit. after she changes, the camera crews asked so she let them come in. “oh sneakers... i need to wear those... and my supplements,” even if she’s in haste, kiki doesn’t look upset. she just prepares things in calm to not waste precious 3 minutes. “oh and hats and glasses, too.” she brought those from the table and put it in. in addition, she also joins the toothbrush group alongside with mingyu, seungkwan, dino and jeonghan. 

“oh no, i don’t have extra underwear...” as she naturally murmured, they inserted “???” subtitles in the screen, telling how she’s carefree yet being female idol. 

[ is this okay to broadcast…? ]

“what should i do…does pd mean including this too?” she stands in the middle of the room like a scarecrow for a second, wondering what exactly he meant. however, she just stop minding all business before heading towards the meeting room with her tote bag. after all, things will work out, right?

“you can’t bring the bag,” as soon as she sets foot in the room, the boys who’ve already arrived there chorused the same thing. “oh is that so?” but unlike they imagined, she just gave a nod of assent and put that on the table. “you… accepted very easily, aren’t you?” na pd tilts his head with slight confusion. she just shrugs and answers, “because i’m counting on you, since you are the one who said all-inclusive.”

[ !!! ]

[ unexpected attack ]

pd bursts out laughing. they also add the subtitle “huge responsibility” on na pd. “i mean… yeah… you’re right…” he stutters as whipping the cold sweat. “you really don’t have to worry. i’ve already talked with minji-ssi and she prepared essentials for you to avoid inconvenience.”

“then let me just take my charger.”

she picked out what she said, made comfortable next to the 8. after jun sat next to her, she giggled about how they looked like matching theme outfits since both were wearing set-ups.

“but it feels so good. i’ve never- or anyone never left a country like this before, right? without worrying the luggages like just going to convenience store in the neighborhood.” and that’s true. no one would think she’s off to italy when you look at her outfits. it’s as if she’s heading to the practice room like usual.

and the time finally comes.

“oh, wait, hyung won’t go?” wonwoo awkwardly turns back to seungcheol and hugs him outside of the bus. she just stands next to him, observing members say goodbye one by one through lonely eyes.

“i’m so sorry we are not together. i’ll take lots of pictures and send to you, hm?” she puts arms around him, holds him tightly.

“i know,” seungcheol pulls her figure closer too. he really doesn’t feel sad or lonely. of course he wishes he could go with them together. but he’s also happy that his family can experience a once in a lifetime vacation like this. he can already sees her walking by the beach, basking in the sun of toscana, smacking her lips to the pizza and pasta, being a bit tipsy for the glass of red wine. oh, he loves to watch her eating. she’s an excellent cook, but she also expresses her content fully when she enjoys eating. truthfully, kiki never eats just because she needs to. she always finds a way to enjoy the dishes, whatever it is. even in haste, she always begins the meals with little “itadakimasu,” without fail. it’s a common etiquette in japan to show gratitude to people who played a role in providing food—they also say “gochisōsama-deshita,” at the end. it’s more like a secular custom than praying before the meals or something, but she never misses those. it never changes since he met her for the first time. she changes a lot like other members as well. but she’s always the same girl in his eyes.

the girl, he cares the most in this world.

to avoid being dramatic, he let go her quickly. yet her scent of fabric softener lingers with him. his chest tightened a little.

“just don’t mind and enjoy, you little workaholic.” he makes a little mess with her hair. once again, she waves at him before getting on the bus.

now, it’s time to go.

© SVT-KIKI　/　2025 .　

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[peachhcs]

Emma is a wreck, she tells everyone including Samy that shes holding up but they all know how shes doing and I think Samy facetimes her one night and asks how shes doing and just tries to comfort her and Emma just starts sobbing and spewing out everything and how shes ‘never ever trusting a hockey player again’ and how shes thought he was different and if it ever gets back to Gabe hes just a WRECK

part 3 to this angsty side plot -- i will say that they WILL be getting back together at some point it's just a matter of when

au masterlist | part 1 | part 2

samy’s not expecting emma’s call when her phone rings close to midnight. the brunette carefully answered and was immediately met with heavy sniffles and small sobs. the soccer player quickly frowned as she got up to go to bedroom for more privacy even though she knew hannah wouldn't mention anything.

"emma? are you okay?" samy asked gently as she saw the blonde trying to wipe her eyes.

"fuck, hey samy, sorry..i didn't mean to call you so late without warning..i just. wow. i didn't know who else to call," emma rambled a little but the youngest hughes was quick to shake her head.

"hey, don't apologize. what's going on? is everything okay?" samy was quick to shut down emma's doubts about calling. the blonde sniffled and then reluctantly shook her head.

"i thought i was fine and i was fine with breaking up with gabe, but like..it all hit me at once laying in my bed and i just started straight up sobbing. i just feel so so lost, samy. i miss him so much but like he fucking hurt me and lied to me..i just.." emma lost her words through her cries which broke samy's heart seeing her so upset. she wished she could reach through the phone and hug her.

"i get it, i get it 100%. it's so hard and you feel so lost. i'm so sorry, em. i don't know why he didn't tell you about all of this..we honestly had no idea he didn't say anything. we were just as shocked when he admitted it to us that night," it'd been plaguing samy's mind since the game that emma thought samy purposefully kept such a huge decision from her.

"no, i know. i know you wouldn't purposefully or hurtfully keep something like that from me. don't apologize. it's not any of your faults. i just don't get why he couldn't tell me. like..was he scared of telling me? my reaction? he knows how happy i would've been for him. i just..and to think i trusted him. i trusted a hockey player when i swore i wouldn't do that shit again," emma continued crying and samy was at a loss for words. she had no idea what she could say that would make this better because when she went through it, none of what people said to her made it better.

"shit, em..i don't know what to say. i have no idea either. he's shitty for not telling you. he never really told any of us or mentioned like anything," samy mumbled with a frown. she watched how emma continuously wiped her eyes from the tears that unfortunately kept coming.

"i get if you don't wanna talk about it, but like..how did you get through this? what did you do? i talked to drew the other day and he said some insightful things i've been thinking about. he said i should maybe hear gabe out, but i don't even know if i would really want to at this point. i mean what more could he say to me?" emma rambled on just because she had no one else to talk to. she talked maya out for the most part and obviously, emma wasn't going to go and rant to some of gabe's best friends and teammates.

"well honestly, it was a lot of crying, sitting in my bed, not really doing anything. my brothers kind of forced me out of the house so it kind of helped...i know it's so hard. if you think it might help bring you closure or help decide if you wanna take him back or not, it may help to hear him out? it never hurts to hear someone out and then think about their side before you decide anything," the soccer player suggested with a small shrug.

"i'm just scared that if i talk to him again, my heart will lead the conversation and i'll take him back when i shouldn't have."

"are your heart and head saying two different things?"

emma nodded.

samy knew that feeling too well. her heart said a lot more than her head when it came to hearing will out and deciding to take him back.

"i will say that if you do decide to take him back, it will take awhile for things to go back to the way they were. it took will a long time to trust each other again and rebuild that part of our relationship," the brunette mentioned and emma frowned.

"if you don't mind me asking, what did you two say on that phone call?" samy and everyone else had been wondering what went down between the two because gabe wouldn't say.

emma cringed thinking back to that night and how she went from sad to heartbroken in a matter or seconds when gabe dropped the bomb on her.

her phone rang and emma immediately picked it up knowing it was gabe calling about the game. she had watched the entire thing on her computer back in boston since she couldn't make it with finals so soon. her heart was broken that the boys lost the game and seeing the aftermath of all of them hugging one another was even worse.

"hi gabe," emma answered carefully.

"hey, em," the boy sounded just as upset as he looked. the blonde frowned.

"i'm so sorry about the game. that fucking sucks. you played so well, though. how are you feeling?" emma asked and she had no idea how much gabe was struggling to tell her what was about to happen in less than 6 hours now.

"it's okay, thank you. i'm feeling..okay. i don't know. sad?" gabe mumbled.

"yeah, that's expected. is there anything i can do for you? i know i can't do much because i'm not there.." the blonde offered and gabe cringed hearing how sweet she was being and how horrible he was for what he was about to tell her.

"no, thank you though baby. i..i think i just need to process it all.."

"that makes sense. well, i'll be around when you land back here. i can't wait to see you. i've missed you," emma smiled a bit.

the dark-haired boy rubbed a frustrated and stressed hand over his face. he paced the hallway a bit as he bit his tongue and knew he needed to just force the words out.

"hey, so..about that..i uh, i won't be coming back to boston.." he began and emma raised her eyebrow.

"what do you mean? are you going somewhere?" the girl was confused.

"uh..yeah. i-i, uh..i'm going to new york. to play..for the rangers..to sign on.." gabe finally spit out and it finally made sense to emma.

the color drained from her face hearing him say that.

"wait..you're going to new york? to sign on?" emma asked just to clarify what she was hearing.

"yeah..my plane leaves tomorrow morning at like 6 in the morning," god gabe felt so horrible. there was silence for a long time on emma's end and that made him feel even worse.

"did you just decide this? i..i don't..how did you decide this?" emma stuttered over her words as she tried to process what her boyfriend was telling her.

"like..i knew going into this game and the end of the season that no matter the outcome, i was going to sign on and fly out to play their last few games of the season. my stuff's already in new york."

"so you knew..weeks ago is what you're telling me?"

"yeah.." gabe squeaked out.

"and so..you just never included me in the conversation? you never thought to mention something to me? who else knew??" emma's emotions were quickly changing between anger, sadness, and betrayal.

"uhh..like everyone."

everyone? what emma was hearing was that her boyfriend spoke to everyone about this decision but her. he told everyone but her. the anxieties clouded her mind as well as the tears.

"what the fuck, gabe?" emma couldn't stop the small cry escaping her lips. the boy's heart broke hearing her.

"i..i promise i was going to tell you..i just..i wanted to tell you, but like i couldn't—"

"no, i don't wanna hear your excuses. you chose not to tell me. that was a decision you made. there are no ifs about that," emma snapped. "i'm your fucking girlfriend, gabe. what the fuck?"

"baby, i promise i wanted to tell you. i was just scared you would—"

"scared i would what, gabe? scared i'd leave? scared i'd be mad? i would've been so fucking happy for you. how could you not talk to me about this?" emma's anger was manifesting into betrayal and frustration all at once. gabe could hear it in her tone and he was kicking himself for not just saying something sooner.

"i-i-i don't know...i knew you'd be happy for me i just..i don't know, em. i got scared. it was happening all at once and i wanted to include you, but i just didn't know how. this is some big, life changing shit and like..." gabe trailed off.

"right, i get that, but you should have told me, or included me. i'm your girlfriend. i-i..do you not trust me? am i not priority?" the blonde was rambling at this point as the tears fell.

"no, no you are important to me. you are, i promise you are. i just...fuck i don't know. i don't know. i should have said something, i know that, i just. ugh. i don't know, em. i didn't even know if i wanted to sign on two months ago...or if i was even ready.."

"i can't listen to this. i-i don't wanna hear it. i don't. if you really cared about me, you would have said something to me sooner or just included me in the conversation. i-i don't...i don't wanna be with someone who is gonna hide things from me and think of me as less important. that's not what i deserve nor do i want to be with someone like that. we're done, gabe," it was rash and emma knew that, but she couldn't keep listening to his excuses. she didn't wanna hear him stumbling over his words trying to make it better when none of it was going to be better.

"wait, em. no, no..can we talk about this more? can we talk when we're not so heightened in our emotions? i do care about you..i never meant to hide this from you, i promise, please.."

"no. i don't wanna talk about this with you. we're done, gabe. i can't. goodbye," and emma hung up leaving gabe in the hallway of the arena he just lost his sophomore season in.

"so..i guess i didn't let him get a lot out on that call. we were both really upset and i think it all just..i dunno..spiraled?" the blonde finished the story. samy was silent for a moment as she processed all of what emma said.

"wow, em...that's a lot," the youngest hughes admitted.

"yeah, i know. am i shitty for not letting him talk more??"

"no, no, you're not. he should have told you sooner. do you feel like there needs to be more said or.." the soccer player trailed off.

"maybe? i don't know. if i just kept my mouth shut in that stupid french class maybe we wouldn't be in this situation right now," the blonde frowned while more tears spilled over. samy felt so horrible that she couldn't do anything.

"no, don't say that, em. i am in no way trying to vouch for him or excuse his actions, but he is a good person. he really isn't like other hockey players who just play girls to play them. he cares a lot. he was so excited when he told us he was talking to you..i'd never seen him like that before. i know it sounds stupid, but maybe you should hear him out? just for a bit? give it more time?" samy knew saying that stuff probably sounded like she was trying to make excuses too, but if any hockey player she knew wasn't like the stereotype, it was definitely gabe.

"you think?"

"i mean it's up to you, but it doesn't hurt? like drew said? i heard he's supposed to be back in boston in a week to finish up classes..maybe that could be your chance?" the brunette said gently.

"wait, he's coming back?" emma didn't know this.

"i heard from one of the guys. you don't have to, but think about it at least."

samy and emma ended their call shortly after. the poor blonde was left with even more to think about and the fact that there was a chance she was gonna run into gabe next week when he came back. the thought flipped her stomach upside down, but also her heart leapt at the chance to see him—that pull she worried would lead her down the wrong path.

[sunshinetomioka]

More Rdr2 modern AU thoughts no "criminality" in this. I just can imagine them living in some sort of commune centered around a ranch. (this was inspired by Dutch talking about the Paris commune) I changed a few ages so it fits more modern society and like most of them don't really have exact ages. Some aren't as fleshed out as the others but it's not cuz I like them less or more.

Hosea(55) : was the one who bought the ranch with Bessie then slowly Dutch, Arthur and John came to live here too. When she sadly passed away he was glad they were here. Him and Bessie were a foster home, which is how Arthur and John met them. He sees Abigail as the daughter he and Bessie would have had and therefore think of Jack as his grandson. Bessie and him were teachers in primary school.

Dutch (45): got elected mayor of the commune somehow, it doesn't actually do anything but feeds his need of power so it's cool. He is the one talking to the law and intruder most of the time if there's a problem, can't deny he has a way with word. Has like 3 accusations of starting a cult. It is unsure how he and Hosea met and when, everyone gets lost with all the stories they tell.

Arthur(36): lived here almost his whole life but can spend months away on some weird roadtrip and then comeback. Learned many different job to help around. Spend his free time either drawing or enjoying nature. Likes shooting competition too. He's chronically ill/ disabled because of tuberculosis, he's doing better than a year ago but the sequel will follow him all his life.

John (26): hated living here at some point, couldn't find anything he was "good enough" at. After taking a self discovery journey (and fleeing the responsibility of being a father this young) he found out he liked herding the cows or sheep. I can't really imagine him and Abigail still being together in a society that doesn't push women to find men like in 1899. I think there would be tension at first but they'd end up sharing "custody" of Jack, after all they live in the same "town" (and Hosea would kill John if he didn't take care of that kid)

Abigail (24): arrived here with luck, mother of Jack she would have probably aborted if she didn't have a pregnancy denial cuz she feels she's too young to be a mother (which she was, she finished high school only a year or two before!) Hosea loves teaching her the rope of the ranch, she is family after all.

Uncle (67): Came at some point, acted like he belonged and never left. Nobody can tell how he arrived. He usually goes into nearby town to buy or sell or... Well avoid work at the commune.

Susan (49): She knew Dutch for a while now and after some health related issues he decided to offer her to live at the ranch, she greatly helped with setting up everything that the commune became.

Bill (31): after getting discharged by the army he couldn't find any places that wanted him, struggled with homelessness for a while until he joined the commune. He's very helpful when it comes to muscle jobs which they clearly lacked when he joined. He probably works on the day outside the commune to make himself some money, it's mostly helping with manual task.

Javier (26): just like in the OG story he got taken in by Dutch, Trelawny somehow managed to help him get documents so he could be legal. He's an aspiring musician.

Karen (24): She was on a roadtrip when she discovered the commune, she stayed for a while before leaving and then returned a year or so later as she couldn't find anything to please her way of living in the rest of society.

Mary-Beth (23): Met Arthur in one of his roadtrip and absolutely fell in love with the stories he told her, she asked if she could join the commune in hope of finding inspiration for her books.

Tilly (21): She got to be in the commune thanks to foster care after losing both her parents. She sort of grew up with John and loves going into the city and meet people, she spends lots of time with Mary-Beth discussing their respective lives. She probably does tik tok videos to explain how they live in the commune. Her, Karen and Mary-Beth probably take Arthur with them when going to protest march and even tho he's not fond of crowds he always come if they ask.

Molly (27): A rich girl who discovered the commune through Tilly's videos. She decided to live there as a way to rebel against her family. Despite her upbringing she loves the place and the people but never shows it.

Lenny (19): studying in the university in the biggest city near the commune, Dutch met him the day he initially got rejected from uni, he said he could use a guy like him once he'd graduate and somehow found a way to have Lenny accepted. Comes in the commune when he's on holidays or to study before exams.

Sadie (30): After losing her husband in a fire she tried to kill herself, thankfully Dutch and Arthur saw her and stopped her. They took her to the commune, she still suffer from depression but is starting to feel like living again. Spend a lot of her time with the animals. She used to live in the ranch her husband inherited.

Charles (28): When he was only a few years old he was separated from his mother, remembering very little of her and her heritage. He was given to his father who became an alcoholic as time passed. He visited a lot of tribe to try and find his heritage, when passing in the region of the commune he met Arthur and they talked for a while as Arthur guided him to the local tribe. He comes from time to time, stay for a while. It's like a second home.

Sean(24): tried to rob them in order to feed himself when Arthur caught him and brought him to Dutch the latter decided Sean could be forgiven by working around in the commune, he hasn't left since then.

Kieran (28): after an incident in the ranch he worked at, Kieran tried to find a new place to live. He first found a job with the O'Driscoll but didn't like it. He accidentally entered the commune and they thought he was a robber. After he explained his situation they let him go and he decided to stay there.

Pearson (38): he takes care of the general store but it isn't really a general store it's more like where everything is centered to make it more accessible to the rest of the commune. He arrived here after hearing about it in a nearby city, thought it might reminds him of his time in the navy.

Swanson (47): Pretty much like in the game Swanson went through a lot and lost his faith, Hosea and Dutch took pity of him and offered to help him find peace again in the commune. After he got better and decided to serve as the clergyman of the group.

Strauss (53): I think that the canon version still work quite well for him, I can see his family being Austrian immigrants in a big city and deciding he should live in a more rural place and that's how he ends up in the commune. He takes care of everything that falls under bookkeeping (be it money, materials or food)

Trelawny (41): doesn't actually live in the commune but he's a long time friend so he comes by often.

Jack (5): everyone's favorite boy, spent his two first years living with Abigail (who was kindly helped by Hosea and sometime Arthur) right now John and Abigail found an agreement and he spent half his time with Abi and the other half with John. They do some activities all together too.

There's probably lots of inaccuraty since I don't live in the US and like unless it's disrespectful I don't really care lol

[halikyon]

Maybe mighta coulda possibly wrote out the scene in my head perhaps kinda:

As Ryune made her way along the path though the old, damp remains of what was once a green, healthy forest, she couldn't help but wonder what it was her old friend was doing out here. She had heard something had happened, but it seemed everyone had their own version of what. All Ryune knew was that Kab had been hurt, and that she had disappeared shortly after. It had taken a fair bit of sleuthing to tease out where she was, but even knowing how the place looked didn't prepare her for what she saw.

Kab had always been easy to spot, sporting her iconic bright colors, but here she may as well have been part of the wall she leaned on. As she got closer to the old shack Ryune's chest began to tighten. For as long as she had known her, Kab had been a beacon of light and energy, and now it seemed as if someone had taken it right out of her. There was no way Kab hadn't noticed her yet, but she kept her head turned away, grasping the broom she leaned with as if it would grant her some sort of security. It was only as Ryune started up the steps that she saw the empty sleeve.

Ryune paused, transfixed for seconds that seemed like long minutes, as they both stood in silence, a light drizzle beginning to fall from the sky. Questions flooded her mind. Are you alright? Clearly not. How are you? Bad, obviously. What happened? Something traumatic. How… Ryune tossed it all to the side. Questions like that weren't going to help any. Slowly, she made her way up the stairs and across the old deck to her friend. Wordlessly, carefully, she placed her hand upon Kab's shoulder. She could feel how tense she was even through the jacket. Everyone dealt with this sort of thing differently. Some people retreated, some threw themselves into their work, some got angry, some became hollow masks of who they once were, but what they all needed was often quite similar. Her heart knew what she would say long before her head did.

"You don't have to tell me what happened. You don't even need to say a word." Ryune said softly, "I'm here, and-" The words caught in her throat has Kab turned her head to face her. The mixture of pain and sorrow hit her like a runaway chocobo, echoing back into her own heart. "…oh…Kab…" Ryune's arms were around her before she could register the action. At first Kab tensed up even more, but seemed to resign herself to the embrace, awkward as it was with the broom stuck between them and her leg up on the railing. Kab seemed so small in her arms, even more so than usual. Releasing the broom and extricating her arm, Kab returned the embrace as best she could.

Ryune, realizing she may have gone a bit too far for having just walked up to someone clearly having a bad time, let go and backed up a half-step. "Er, sorry."

"There's not a long list of people I would have tolerated that from, Ryune, but you're fine." Kab assured her.

Ryune nodded as it suddenly became a horrible game of not looking at her arm now. Looking away made it seem like she was staring at Kab's chest, which also seemed incredibly inappropriate. Then, looking her in the eyes felt like staring at the sun. Ryune decided to lean up against the wall beside her instead, suddenly feeling incredibly foolish and childish.

"So, are you here to talk me back into the fight?" Kab asked wearily. "No, not at all." Ryune said, "I heard something was wrong and wanted to be at hand." "Why?" Kab asked. "Because its what friends do. I know its what you would do were the situation reversed." "Hm." Was Kab's only reply. Many minutes went by as the rain began to pick up, the small awning keeping them dry as the sky turned darker. "I, um, I know I'm not great at this. Usually I'm the one having to sit on the sidelines." "I can't say I would be doing any better, Ryune." Kab replied. "Last time I was out of action I had M'naago there with me." Ryune said, "For a while we didn't think I'd ever be able to do more than survive, but she kept me busy enough to not think about it most days." "How so?" "She taught me how to read and write." Ryune admitted, "I'd never learned before." "Truly? That seems unlikely at best. You're telling me you made it until, what, 30 before you could write?" Kab asked, incredulous. "Yep! Only thing I knew how to write was my name, and I didn't even know what the parts of that meant. It was just a funny shape that was me on parchment." Ryune told her. "It's funny, M'naago had much the same reaction."

From here they began to trade stories with one another. The awkwardness faded away, revealing two old friends catching up and reveling in old times. It wouldn't be until many bells later that the rain would stop, but through it all they kept talking. As the clouds parted enough to send down a few beams of warm light, Ryune stood up from where she had taken a seat on the floor, as they had both slid down next to one another sometime between then and now.

"I should probably be getting back soon." Ryune said, stretching this way and that. "Always seems that something needs doing after all." "Yeah," Kab said, getting back to her feat before Ryune could offer to help, "wouldn't be fair to keep you all to myself." A wry smile showing Ryune how she felt. "I'll be back when I can." Ryune assured her. "I'm not leaving you out here by yourself." "Alright, I'll hold you to it." "But, before I go," Ryune brought Kab's wrist up with one hand and pressed a linkpearl into her palm with the other, before clasping her hands around it, "don't you dare hesitate to use this, you hear me?" Kab gave her a weak smile, "I hear you." "Good." Ryune gave her one more hug, pulling her tight. "I'll see you later, Kab."

"Later, Ryune." Kab replied as they let go of each other and Ryune began back up the path. It took a while for her to fade from sight, but it seemed as soon as she did that the rain picked back up once more. It wasn't the hard rain from before, just a shower, but its arrival finally prompted Kab to head inside. Looking at the linkpearl in her hand, she sighed. She supposed Ryune was right, she would have done just the same.

After losing her arm in the fight with Kestrel, Kabniel retreats to her grandfather's old home to recuperate.

[sturniolo04]

I have

Singledad!Chris x Daughter!Madison , and its her prank him that she got a speeding ticket or a tattoo

A/n:  ofc! I absolutely love these requests I have coming in, you guys are amazing!! I made it into a small blurb I hope you love it! And remember to leave requests in my inbox! If you don’t like the pre added name in my works you can simply put in your own or don’t read it, it up to you :)-Charli

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Chris never really had rules in the household when it came to Madison but one rule that really was the dumbest rule of parenting history was that madison cant get a tattoo until she was 21. She was 18.

"Wouldnt it be really funny if i just got a semi-permanent tattoo to prank and freak my dad out and see what he does"

Madison blurted out to Nick who was sitting next to her in the car since they had gone to get coffee to get the day started.

"um i mean if you want to I would be down to help you out with this"

nick chuckles scrolling on his phone to look up the nearest parlor that does semi permanent tattoos.

"uh yes we can do it now is there a parlor close to this starbucks we are at"

madison questions looking around the parking lot they were sitting in. Nick clears his throat to grab her attention. Madison turned to see him holding up his phone screen with directions to the nearest tattoo parlor in the area.

"oh you already found one"

madison giggles.

"yep on we go"

nick chuckles out as madison started her jeep beginning to head in the direction of the parlor.

Madison ended up getting the semi permenant tatto behind her ear it being a simple rose which she couldn't lie was cute it made her tempted to just get it inked on her permenantly.

Nick and Madiosn walked back into the house to be met with the man they were looking for. Chris

"hey your guys are back"

chris exclaims greeting the pair as they walked over to the couch to sit down. Madison sat down next to chris specifically on the side that the tattoo was on he was bound to notice it soon be cause she had her hair up so nothing was covering it at all.

"yep"

madison squeals out as he brings her into a side hug. Madison fully leaned into his figure. Chris peeped what looked like a black mark on her but shook it off because it probably was nothing.

"what did you two go do"

chris asks the pair.

"we went to starbucks and i went to the tattoo parlor"

nick causually states.

"why did you guys go to a tattoo parlor"

chris asks slowly raising an eyebrow at nick.

"oh no reason i want to see if i want a tattoo but decided not to get one"

nick shrugs out. Madison let out a soft sigh 'pretending to stretch her neck' trying to bring attention to the ink behind her ear.

"madison what the fuck is this"

chris ask grabbing her chin slightly turning her head away from him to see what was behind her ear. there it was

"what are you talking about"

madison huffs out.

"madsion that better not be a tattoo"

chris scolds being to rub on the ink to see if it was a prank. it not coming off because it was semi permanent tattoo it wasn't coming off for a couple weeks.

"its not going to come off"

madison states softly feeling his finger aggressively rub on the design behind her ear.

"youre joking you better be joking about this... nick"

chris trails off absolutely fuming that madison made a decision that he told her not to make until she was 21 at least and mad that nick let her do it under his watch.

"what chill out she wanted one really bad plkus how can you say no to her like"

nick chuckles rolling his eyes. Chris lets out a loud frustrated groan placing his head in hands.

"im trying not to kill you right now nick"

chris quietly mumbles him sounded slightly muffled because of his head being in his hands. Madison and Nick make eye contact silently laughing at chris' reaction.

"Dad its not real"

madison mumbles out holding in her giggle as chris looks up at her with a sense of relief in his eyes.

"its semi permenant its not coming off for a couple weeks though"

nick chuckles out as chris lets out a huge sigh as madison continues to giggle.

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[wolfram-but-art]

What lps eyes would you give each Merc? (Can be a drawing, can be a head cannon, it's up to ya)

silly eyes :3

[smokin-salmon]

We at Grizzco are not liable for any injuries relating to abnormal amounts of bigger than average boss salmonids.

Thank you.

[zylphiacrowley]

"Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand." ~The Stolen Child by W.B. Yeats

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[rings-of-power-realm]

Because we all need a twirly sword Elrond on our dash

[marimayscarlett]

Richard in Leipzig, Germany // 24.11.2009 // LIFAD tour // 📷 by Mike Bonitz

[stvivi]

Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

[gillianthecat]

finished with the semester

[the-casbah-way]

sometimes being so overly sensitive makes it hard to function like how do people do it. today we drove past three dead pheasants and i'm expected to be fine about the fact that they died alone and in pain and everyone keeps driving as if they never mattered. as if they didn't live and breathe and think. ok

[random-writerings]

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