#but his sleeve covers his entire ribcage....

[c0rpsedemon]

there are so many fate designs that aren't bad by any means imaginable but i can't help but look at them and notice what i would've done if i was the one designing them and it just ever so slightly annoys me even though ik it's a good design and it'd be insane to imply otherwise just bc takashi takeuchi and i have different approaches to design

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹。if you're ready (let me) | gojo satoru

wc: 1.3k

summary: you find the other thing to surprise gojo with on his birthday. 

contains: f!reader, 18+ nsfw, reader is in lingerie, lead up to cunnilingulus (mentions pussy once)

a/n: a follow-up to the col lingerie fic, ‘take my time (i’ll spend it all on you)’, might be one of the more explicit ones i’ve written (which i don’t write often! so please be kind!); title inspired by ‘if you let me - alina baraz’; happy birthday to our boy ♡!!

collection masterlist: conversations on love +04a (extra). take my time (i’ll spend it all on you) <- you are here -> 04. these traces of love, they outline you

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

There are few things that come to mind when you think about what to get Gojo for his birthday: 

A couple of his favorite sweets (predictable and too frequent—he just bought a box of them last week); something customized and redesigned, maybe his blindfold? (which, you backtrack to realize, you had already gifted him for his 21st birthday years ago); answered prayers—requests that he continuously and ‘jokingly’ hints at (which, you also realize—he’s only really whined about two). 

Two requests, with one he’s already walked in on months ago, spoiling your what-would-have-been birthday gift. 

So, this leaves you with the other one—

The only other request. A repeat of something you did by accident more than a decade ago. 

Except, now, on purpose, you know that Gojo’s asking for something entirely different, far from innocent. 

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes as you bite the inside of your cheek. You hold it—

One.

The lace on the hem of your bra cups tickles your ribcage—it’s softer, but far more embellished than the pink one you’ve been (over)using. A gift from Gojo (“just a little something,” he said, handing it over to you one morning). 

Two.

You rub your thighs together, white suspender straps gliding against your skin; the metal attachments on the lace garters pull taut, holding them in place. 

Three. 

Goosebumps litter your arms, little dots surfacing; it’s hard not to feel nervous when you know what awaits you—your heartbeat racing.

When you open your eyes as you exhale, breath shaky and vision a little hazy, you focus on Gojo—sitting on the floor, back slouched against his couch with an impossibly handsome smirk on his mouth. His lips are upturned, pink and curled at the corner, but bitten, just the lower bit.  

You lock eyes, sleet white framing a darkening blue sky. 

Something stirs in your belly when he shifts in his seat, the sleeves of his shirt tightening as he rests his arms wide open on luxurious gray cotton—an invite towards him.

An invite to—

“Maybe you should sit on my face again.” 

The memory makes your face burn. 

You slipped the first time it happened, tripping backwards over Tsumiki’s books stacked up on the floor. At 20, you were far from rusty, reflexes quick as you caught hold of the edge of the couch—the couch that Gojo also happened to be napping on. 

There was an attempt: to balance yourself, only for your body to sink, gravity acting against your control. So, you landed right there, buttcheek covered by the fabric of your skirt, sitting straight on Gojo’s nose. 

That incident had buried itself so deep inside your mind you were confident Gojo would never bring it up again unless you did. 

But, of course he does, and when you least expect it too—by the counter of a gelato store, licking the dessert on hand while waiting for the cashier to punch the cost in.

And when he wets his lips now, a glimpse of pink swiping over his skin quickly, almost discreetly, you’re reminded of the same feeling you had back then—

—heated up, nervous; shy. 

You move closer, his eyes straying lower, going over the pretty white number you have on; the one he got you. 

And you wonder, if there’s vanity in the hunger he’s regarding you with, how what you’re wearing reminds you so much of him: white as the strands that fall into his eyes, playful but delicate at the same time.

The lace details on this set are more intricate, outlined with iridescent gray—an almost silver that shines blue when light hits; with sheer net as the base fabric, floral appliqués are carefully positioned on the bra and panty fronts, supported by ribbings that go down to the hem. 

It’s a full-set, garters with the suspender belt and everything. Sexy but still soft—just what he likes.

And you’d be a lot less embarrassed walking up to him now if it weren’t for the single, most nerve-wracking anticipation: that you’ll be sitting on his face, for real, later. and maybe from now on.

He pats his lap, motioning for you to settle on it. 

Your knees buckle under you when you reach him, holding onto his shoulders as you go down. And when you settle on his lap, straddling him, he reaches for your bra straps, pulling it off to the side.

The kisses he lands on each of your shoulders are soft, but his lips lay plump against your skin—a faint ‘smack’ sounding with each one. Your breath hitches when he goes lower, lightly sucking on the skin of your chest. It’s not enough to bruise, not yet, but a tightening in your stomach tells you you want it to.

He’s trying to get you to relax, you know—with how he’s gripping your hips, rubbing circles onto the skin underneath his fingertips.

When his mouth crawls up your neck, licking, you throw your head back—a sharp intake of breath as you release it heavily. Your fingers rake through his undercut, grasping onto fists of white. Then you shiver, gasping as trembles ripple through you when his lips glide past your ears.

“Toru,” 

He pulls away, blinking at you, half-lidded; you blink back twice. 

“You ready?” his eyes search for yours, your chin perched between his thumb and index finger—he tilts you to him.

The smile on his face is teasing, but gentle. And if you say no because you’re too nervous, you know he won’t force you. 

(Even if the hardness in his sweatpants is pressing intently against you).  

You try to shake off the nerves, nodding your head as you take in another breath, preparing to push yourself up by his shoulders.  

It’s odd to think about how he used to feel what you do right now; how he used to be led, guided—reassured; how he’s doing what you do when you try to get him to calm down. 

“We won’t do this if you don’t want to,” he bends his knees up, letting you lean on it as he cages you in. 

But that’s the thing, you do want to—you’re just failing to see how this can be more for him than it is for you. That, and what if you get the position wrong? Can’t balance yourself properly? Lean into him too much and knock him out completely? 

“I do, it’s just…” you sigh, running your palms over his chest. You fail to meet his eyes. 

“If you’re shy now, I’ve seen it all before. And I always tell you, you taste de—” 

You hit him before you catch how he’s watching you, chuckling—tender and knowing. He takes your hand, kissing each of your fingertips. 

The fact that he’s being this patient, this considerate on what you want is a testament to his restraint; he has to know that you want this too, if the wet spot on his sweatpants is any indication from you. 

So, you peer back at him, smile growing wide before landing a small peck to the tip of his nose. 

He guides you when you stand, lips grazing your thighs as you let him pass through them. Then he leans back, neck supported by the edge of the couch as he tilts his head up. The moment your knees press into the cushion, dipping as you climb over him, he holds your ankles. 

It tickles when he kisses his way down to the arches of your feet, but it’s a nice companion—a temporary relief—to the heat rising in your belly.

You hold on to the back of the couch, readjusting your knees as you find the right position to sit back down. And when you figure it out, angling yourself until you’re settled right over him—the heat of you is pulsing. 

He looks dazed between your legs, staring straight into you—the see-through net hiding absolutely nothing. Pussy-whipped, as they say. 

You giggle as you stare down at his face, anticipation rushing to your cheeks; it shakes him out of his reverie, prompting him to look at you instead. His breaths are warm against your thighs but cool against your core, and when he trails his lips higher and higher until he reaches it, landing a kiss on the fabric separating you, you think your knees might give out. 

The sight of Gojo smirking while being sat on stirs something within you—the creeping realization of how much it turns you on. 

And he can tell, grabbing hold of your butt and squeezing the flesh, kneading. The fabric separating you is pushed to the side, giving him a clearer view of everything; he sighs then moans, low. 

But before he pushes you down, bringing you closer to his mouth, he smiles cheekily. 

“Best birthday gift, baby.” 

thank you notes: to @stellamancer bc the idea of col reader sitting on gojo's face came up in convo some time ago!! + @augustinewrites for supporting and enabling me ♡

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[sungbeam]

𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

choi beomgyu x reader

1.3k words, angst w a happy ending, implied forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, kissing, reader is wearing a dress, not proofread, started this on nye inspired on you don't go to parties by 5sos but idt it's the exact vibe?, one swear word

a/n: ten days past new year's, but needed time to get my shit together skfnkenf anyways, been in a very beomgyu mood lately

“Long time no see.” Choi Beomgyu's words were accompanied by the momentary increase in volume from the party before it muffled out, and all that was left was cold and crickets.

You passed a cursory glance over your shoulder as he joined you to lean over the balcony's stone railing that looked out into the gardens spread below. “Long time no see, for sure,” you agreed, turning slightly to get a better look at him.

His dark hair, shaggy and falling in his eyes, hung just above his shoulders in an effortless mullet. He wore a dress shirt undone at the top two buttons with a silver chain hanging upon his delicate collarbones. He shivered slightly. “You know, I didn't think you'd actually come.”

You drew your finger absentmindedly over the swirls in the stone beneath your forearms. “Yeah, I didn't think I would either.” But if you were honest with him, you would have said that it was all Lia's doing—that your friend had somehow persuaded you to attend Beomgyu's New Year's Eve bash with her, then proceeded to let you borrow one of her dresses when you argued that you had nothing to wear.

But if you were honest with yourself, you would have said that you wouldn't have missed this for the world. That Lia never needed to persuade you or loan a dress for you to come.

He fixed his eyes on you, dark and wide and adoring. The way he looked at you made you feel like you belonged here tonight when you sure as hell didn't. You belonged on the couch in Yoon's apartment, getting drunk off shitty champagne while the ball dropped to signal the New Year. Instead, you were freezing your ass outside a party you didn't want to be at. Really, you were just here for him. Even Lia knew that when she convinced you.

When was the last time you'd been to one of these fuckass social events? Whenever it was, it was the last time you saw Beomgyu because you didn't go to these things anymore. It was one of the few places you could even be around him without any fuss from anyone else.

Beomgyu took a step closer to you, and your traitorous body didn't move away. Your heart betrayed you, palpitating in your ribcage. “Did you come with anybody?” He asked.

You weren't entirely sure what information he really wanted out of the question.

“Just Lia,” you said.

He swallowed, nodding.

“You,” you stammered, “you clean up really well.” There was a vague gesture made to his figure. He'd always looked like he walked straight out of a Vogue magazine cover, but there was something in the way the cold bit his nose until it was pink and how the moon made his eyes shine.

“Thanks,” he murmured. “You look good, too. You always have.”

It came to you then, a stark reminder that this was something of a fever dream. You were standing here before a boy you shouldn't be with in a dress you didn't own and at a party you didn't belong at.

At what point in time would the magic disappear and leave you with a pumpkin, rags, and dashed hopes?

He was shivering again, and your lips pulled down into a frown. “You're shaking,” you said, tugging at the sleeves of the jacket around your shoulders and opening up the side for him to duck under with you. “We should go inside.”

He wasted no time slipping next to you, his arm curling around your waist and his other tugging the jacket half over his broad shoulder. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “If you're more comfortable talking to me out here, then let me freeze.”

You turned your head over toward him and realized how close your faces now sat. You could see the texture of his skin, the tenderness in his eyes. Your side was pressed against his side while your body gradually shared its warmth.

Your heart stuttered in your chest. “Talk to you about what?”

“Anything,” he exhaled. For a second, he smiled. It was beautiful and sad—his eyes tilted in upturned crescents but trembling in yearning. He'd been all you wanted, and you'd been all he wanted.

Anything. Let me freeze.

Your breathing went shallow. “Any New Year's resolutions?” You asked, unable to form coherent words for any other thought. You wanted this to be real; you didn't want the magic to disappear at midnight.

Beomgyu's lips parted for a moment. “Resolutions?” He echoed. “Uhm, I'd say perform with the band… try to do some more volunteering and… to travel the world.” His chin tilted toward you. “How about you?”

“Apply to more scholarships, pick up baking, and… maybe learn how to play the guitar,” you said.

He smiled again, and you couldn't help but return the expression. “You'd look good playing the guitar.”

“I'd like to be good at playing the guitar.”

“Same difference.”

You let out a laugh and so did he, your heads ducking together for a second before you were both looking at each other again. “Ever the flatterer.”

“Always,” he said easily. “I'm a great tutor. Just sayin’.”

“Oh, you play the guitar?” You teased.

“Just a little,” he played along. He pursed his lips, thumb grazing over your side. “So are you kissing anyone at midnight?”

You gnawed on your lip. “Beomgyu…”

“I'm not saying it has to be me,” he said. Beomgyu sighed, the breath exhaling out into the air in a visible puff of air. “But I'd like to be a choice.” His voice went quiet at the end of his comment, and that was the only uncertainty he expressed in how you would respond.

If Beomgyu was anything, he was confident and sure of himself. But there were always exceptions, and you'd turned him down before.

You didn't know what made you tell him, but you said, “You've always been my first choice.”

His expression wavered—that strong front faltered like the ripples in a pond. “Don't say that if you don't mean it.” He couldn't count the number of parties he'd gone to, eyes searching the crowd, but coming up empty every time. He couldn't count the number of nights he fell asleep wishing that he was your first choice.

“I wouldn't say it unless I did.”

From inside the house, the sound of the countdown was unmistakable. It shook your bones, the THIRTY, TWENTY-NINE, TWENTY-EIGHT,... With each number that counted down, you felt your heart pick up in speed, and you didn't know what to do anymore.

Would this all disappear at midnight?

You turned to Beomgyu, the jacket falling from his shoulder and draping down your back. You both fumbled to tug the other end over your opposite shoulder, fingers bumping into each other and breaths painting swirls in the space between you. “I have,” you said quietly, “another resolution.”

His fingers were still on the lapels of your jacket. “Tell me.”

“We make this work.” Your voice faltered for a moment, but you cleared it and forced some power behind it over the sounds of TEN, NINE, EIGHT,... “Whatever we are—whatever we want to be—we make it work.”

His dark eyes glittered as silver lined the rims. His lips pressed together into a smile, but even so suppressed, he couldn't shield the exuberance from peaking out. He nodded his head. “Yes—yeah, it's a deal. We'll make this work.”

When he agreed, you both broke into mutual grins. No more avoiding parties, no more skirting around people's expectations, no more ignoring your own wants.

THREE, TWO, ONE—HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Beomgyu's hands came up to cup your face and he leaned over, taking your mouth for his own, finally. Your hands found his shoulders, then the back of his neck, your bodies pressing together as close as you could manage.

“Happy New Year,” he murmured against your mouth. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you said, breathing a sigh of relief and contentment. To a new year of promises, goals, and resolutions; of new relationships and old friends—you would go into the new year with Beomgyu by your side.

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[weministertomonsters]

A Shift In Character - 2

Tagging those who wanted Part 2 👀 @a-catgirl @red-white-black @otherworldly-creatures-blog

The music pounds in your ribcage and you grimace, weaving through the crowd with one hand clamped on the top of your cup to keep the contents safe. A few people shoot interested looks your way, but you didn't come here to have fun tonight. You don't find the man. Rather, he finds you.

"Looking for someone, darling?" a familiar voice rasps in your ear as large hands tug you back against a firm chest.

You gasp and try to steady your cup.

"Do you enjoy sneaking up on people?" You demand, startling when his lips brush against your neck.

"He left you unsatisfied again," he says.

You twist around to face him. "How do you know? It's like you're reading my mind."

"I have a way with these things," he grins, pulling you even closer. "You were upset and you came to find me. Should I be flattered?"

"Don't think too much of it. I only want to get laid," you hear yourself say.

You should stop now, a small voice in your head pipes up. You're going to regret this.

The devil on your shoulder cackles. When was the last time you slept with your husband? And here you have a good-looking stranger offering to give you what he won't. This is a rare opportunity, don’t waste it.

Someone bumps you and your hand jerks, tipping your drink all over you. The chips of ice in it stick to your skin and you gasp.

"Apologize," your Mystery Man glowers with anger and grabs the arm of the person who bumped into you.

The person turns around. It's a young man who's covered in tattoos. He looks a little spaced out.

"My bad bro," he says. "Sweet dress though."

It's a nightgown. You weren't thinking when you stormed out of your apartment, in fact, you’d even forgotten that was what you were wearing. So that's why the taxi driver was staring at you in the rearview mirror the entire time. You grab the edges of your jacket and pull it closed.

"It's fine," you say. "Shit happens."

But your mystery man doesn't look satisfied.

"Not good enough," he says, before he punches the guy right in the face.

Like wildfire, the fight spreads until several people are pushing and shoving at each other. You stumble into a corner, rubbing your upper arm where a stray punch caught you.

"I should have just stayed home," you mumble.

Mystery Man pops out of the fray, laughing. He's bleeding from a small cut on his eyebrow.

"Let's get out of here," he says, grabbing your hand.

"And go where exactly?" You stumble after him, glad that you're wearing sensible shoes.

"I know a place. Do you trust me?"

"What a cheesy question. Of course not."

Something about him is compelling though, so despite your words you follow him anyway. You're not under the influence of alcohol this time, so you're very aware something is a little off. You want to know what it is.

"The park?" You utter as he leads you into it. "That's what you had in mind? Great spot for murder."

He releases your hand and backs a few feet away from you, opening his arms wide. "I'm not going to hurt you, Jane Doe."

"Haha, very clever play on words there. So you don't know my name? We didn't introduce ourselves last week?"

"You were too busy playing with me to care."

Your cheeks warm up and you look away, digging your hands into the pockets of your jacket.

"Maybe it's better this way, not knowing who I am, I mean," you mumble, shivering as the wind curls around your bare legs.

"Cold?"

"Yeah. Going out like dressed like this was a bad move."

"C'mere. I can warm you up."

It's not the best idea and not the safest, but you decide to throw caution to the wind. You step into his arms and let them envelop you. He's surprisingly warm, even though all he's wearing is a thin, long-sleeved shirt.

"You're a strange man," you murmur with your cheek pressed against his chest, hoping your makeup isn't ruining his shirt.

"Funny, I get that a lot,” he says, pushing your hair to the side and pressing his lips against your neck.

You shiver, and not from the cold this time. The bite he gave you has long since healed and you're not sure whether you want to push him away or let him do it again. No words are exchanged, but he seems to sense the moment when you give up your internal struggle. He tips your face up to his, smirking. His smile looks painfully sharp.

"Your teeth," you murmur.

"Do you care?" He asks, licking his bottom lip.

"I probably should," you hum, and then you kiss him.

This is what you were missing. Sparks fly up your arms and tingle against your lips as you drag him closer. You're overwhelmed by the desire deep inside to bite him, mark him, make him yours. He lets you do whatever you want, pushing him into the grass and nipping at his neck. You like his cologne. It's a musky, natural scent. You make a mental note to ask him later, so you can douse your stupid husband in the stuff.

He’s is receptive to your touch, sighing appreciatively, almost growling. That rough sound makes your pussy ache. You're breathless, panting for air as you yank at his belt. If you had shaken yourself out of your haze long enough, you would have noticed his eyes glowing as his head rested in the grass. You would have noticed his sharpened fingernails and the sudden broadness of his body. You would have been afraid.

Midnight blue clouds blot out the light of the moon until you can barely see him. That's okay. You straddle his hips, straightening up so you can concentrate on undoing his belt.

"That's it," he practically drawls. "Take what you want. I'm all yours."

You finally get his belt loose and toss it, then go gentle with the zipper. You don't want to hurt him. His hands are trembling, digging into the generous softness of your hips. His nails are almost too sharp.

You open up his jeans and find he doesn't have underwear on, which makes you smile. Did he do that for you? In the dark, your hands feel the shape and size of him, and you pause when you feel how thick he is at the base. He bucks at your touch.

"Go on, take me. Are you really want to back out now?" He goads.

"No," you hiss back. "Shut up."

You bite your lip and shimmy out of your underwear, tossing it somewhere in the grass. You straddle him again and press his cock against your dripping entrance. Oh, he's big.

You have to brace a hand against his chest and force yourself to take it slowly. It burns in the most delicious of ways. Each breath he takes in is accompanied by an unnatural growl. Something dangerous is happening here. You put a hand up to his face and feel his beard. You slide your hand along his neck, and the scruff seems to go much farther than that. You put both hands on his chest and lean down, squinting at his face and glowing eyes.

Your eyes open wide and you suck in a breath to make a sound, maybe a startled scream, and he clamps his hand over your mouth and pushes his hips up into you, thrusting in as deep as he can go with a triumphant sound. If your thighs weren't spread open so wide, they would have snapped shut. You hiss against his hand but can't offer anything more than that. You lean limply against him as his arms hold you up, and take what he gives you, bunching up his shirt in your fists.

Your eyes are wide and your heart patters in your chest. You're terrified and so, so turned on. This is no man. The meager moonlight lets you see just enough to know that. He's sneering up at you with a mouth full of far too many teeth, with twitchy pointed ears hidden in his hair, and with eyes that glint in cruel amusement. He has you trapped and you both know it.

But even if he pressed those brutish hands of his against the ground to signify your chance at freedom, for you to jump up and run, you wouldn't leave him. You can't because it feels too good. A silent tear rolls down your cheek and he pulls you down and licks it away, rumbling in pleasure.

"I like it when they fight it," he whispers in your ear.

That's the deal breaker. They? They?? You smack him and roll off to the side, snarling in your own angry, human way. He laughs again, flips you over on your back, and drags you closer. Your legs flop over his as he sits on his haunches in front of you.

"We're not done yet," he says, and his cock throbs against your stomach.

You look down. A timely gap in the clouds gives enough moonlight for you to realize he's not human down there either. You begin to shudder uncontrollably.

"There, there. You liked it just fine before," he chuckles.

The hulking mass of his body presses down on you again.

"I'm still me, sweetheart," he says as he thrusts into you again.

You inhale that primal scent of his and clutch his shoulders, deciding between holding him closer or pushing him away.

"I... I made a mistake," you whimper, your breath hitching as he rocks into you. "I didn't know."

"Of course you didn't. What kind of hunter would I be then?"

"Please don't kill me!" You squeak. "I'll be good, I promise."

He shows his teeth. "Then start by shutting the fuck up. If it's not a sound of pleasure I don't want to hear it."

That makes you throb hard around him.

"So that's what you like, hmm?" Smugness vibrates through him and you hate him for figuring it out.

He begins to move his hips and you begin to lose your senses again. He barely fits and each slow thrust reminds you of that. The tension in your body melts away, and he returns to praising you.

"Accept me, darling. Let me in. There we are. That wasn’t so difficult, is it?"

"Harder," you beg. "Please."

When you asked, you didn't expect him to take your request and run with it. You jump as his hips bunch forward and he crams himself into you. All but the very base of him, which is so thick there's no way it can fit. Your moans become staccato and you cling to him for dear life because it feels like he's about to tip you off a cliff into an abyss of pleasure.

"Go on," he growls in your ear, panting just as hard as you. "You want to."

I'm scared, you think. I'm so fucking scared of how this ends.

There's little you can do to stop your orgasm. You squirm and dig your fingernails into his arms and he only laughs at you. The sensations running through you are so intense you're nearly sobbing. When all semblance of control slips out of your fingertips, you're completely lost. You register him picking up his pace, slamming so obscenely into you that you're going to feel it tomorrow.

"Come on," he says through gritted teeth and you can only whimper in response.

What more can he possibly want from you? You've given everything you have. Well, almost everything. With one last brutal thrust, the rest of him slips into you with such finality that you lose your breath and climax again, shivering from the heat and the cold, the pain and the pleasure. Now he’s definitely too big.

He's heavy on top of you even though he's supporting most of his body weight on his hands. He's openly purring now; there is no way you can pretend that's normal. You press a hand down between you and feel the place where you're joined together.

"What did you do?" You gasp. "What the hell did you do?"

"Relax," he says, rolling onto his back and gently pulling you on top of him.

You can feel his cock still pulsing inside of you and you lie limply against him and feel the small twitches of his hips, the way he stiffens at intervals, the way heat seems to keep pouring into you.

"None of it makes sense," you whisper. "You're stuck inside me."

"Deep down, you've already figured it out," he says.

No. No, it can't be.

Your phone lights up in the grass, an arm’s reach away and you see the screen.

Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you, the text message reads.

You grab your phone and see that you sent a text a few minutes ago that says: 

I'm in the park. I think I'm in trouble, please come.

You didn't send that text.

"You..." You begin to tremble in anger.

You forget that you're still tied to him and when you try to sit up you both yelp in pain.

"See, I've staged it perfectly. He's not going to blame you," Mystery Man groans.

"You're sick!" You snap, squirming uselessly in his lap. "I should've never come looking for you again."

His features look more normal now like he's regained control of himself. A minute goes by. You shut your eyes and take in deep breaths. When you open your eyes, his own flick towards something in the distance. You snap your head around, dreading your husband finding you in this position, stuck to another man who isn't even human. It's too dark for you to see what he's looking at though.

With your head turned like that, he has the perfect angle and opportunity to bite you. You let out a bloodcurdling scream as his teeth sink in. This is a real bite and you can feel the blood trickling down your skin and soaking into your nightgown.

And then you hear your husband calling your name.

"Nathan!" You scream.

You yank yourself away, hissing in pain as his cock finally pops out of you. You fall into the grass.

And then there's the glare of a light against you. You roll over and squint up into it. You know you look terrible; leaves in your hair and dirt and blood on your skin, and cum dripping from between your legs. Indeed, it's perfectly staged. You look like a victim.

Mystery Man rises, zipping up his jeans which hang loosely on his hips. His belt is lost in the grass somewhere along with your underwear.

"What the hell?" Nathan demands, his gaze bouncing between the two of you.

You scramble unsteadily to your feet and humiliatingly, you feel more cum leaks down your thigh.

"Nathan," you gasp.

Mystery Man laughs. "She screamed for you," he says to your husband.

That's a lie, and a very deliberately worded one at that.

Oh god, no, you think as you realize exactly what he said that for. 

Nathan doesn't hesitate to drop his phone and blindly attack the man, fighting valiantly, and stupidly for your honor. But Nathan doesn't know this guy, he hasn't seen him the way you have. He's going to rip your husband to shreds.

"Stop!" You shriek, but neither of them listen.

You stand there with your hands pressed to your mouth, horrified. Mystery Man is far stronger than Nathan, that much is clear. He's toying with him, letting him stumble around as he tries to land a punch. Despite being bulkier, Mystery Man moves like air.

"Nathan, no! He's dangerous!" You call out, crying.

This isn’t what you wanted, or even imagined would happen. Nathan is lost to the world. He charges at the man again, and the man crushes him in a hug and takes them both down. They roll down a small hill in a tangle of limbs and you stumble after them, pleading for your husband's life.

Nathan begins to yell curses and threats. You want to call the police, but you discover your phone is missing and Nathan's is crushed on the ground. Your heart sinks when you hear Nathan make a sound, a sort of high-pitched squeal.

"Fucking hell, he's biting me!" He yelps.

You crash onto the ground beside them and punch the man, scratch his body, you even sink your teeth into his arm.

For a moment you're face to face with him, his glimmering eyes watching you silently with his teeth buried in Nathan's neck. Nathan is leaning back on his elbows, his head tilted away from you. His breathing is harsh and panicked. He's unable to form words, all he can do is whine. Your blunt teeth are hardly doing any damage, but you clamp down as hard as you can until you taste blood on your tongue. You feel like an animal too, kneeling on the ground over your husband.

Finally, Mystery Man releases Nathan and he falls heavily onto the floor, staring up at the sky in a daze. You let Mystery Man's hand go and spitting blood to the side, you cradle Nathan to your chest.

"You've killed him," you sob.

Nathan's breath rattles in his throat. He’s not dead yet.

"He'll live," Mystery Man says, picking himself off the ground.

You gape up at him, hurt, scared, angry.

"I'm giving you what you want," he says. "You wanted your husband to love you."

"But how? How does this make sense? He's bleeding all over me. He's going to die!"

"Men generally have it harder. In a few minutes, he'll be fine. Take him back to your home and keep him there until he's back to himself. Understood?"

Dazed and helpless, you nod.

Mystery Man drops your phone beside you and begins to walk away. His voice drifts back towards you from the darkness.

"He's yours now. Completely."

And then his footsteps fade away, and you're left clutching your broken, bleeding husband.

Part 3

[wishitweresummer]

Text Me Back (Dream x GeorgeNotFound)

Word count: 710

I had sudden inspiration and wrote this for @mushiewrites ‘s birthday!!! (Thats my best friend 🥹)

Warning: Intense tickles, restraint, duct tape over mouth. George is tickled and has absolutely no way to stop it or even really signal for it to stop. If that makes you uncomfortable, please dont read!

“Nonono!! Hey!! Sapnap fuck off!!!”, George cried out, panicked at the younger’s quick movements.

“Stop squirming, you little idiot.”.

George fought and kicked and punched, but…Sapnap was stronger. Soon, his wrists were locked together in handcuffs and a big piece of duct tape was put across his mouth. His little tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies as he was heaved over Sapnap’s shoulder and carried to Dream’s room. He tried to scream into the duct tape, but it was muffled.

He was dropped onto Dream’s empty bed like a sack of potatoes. He squirmed around to glare at Sapnap, but instead his eyes went wide with fear. Sapnap smirked and turned away; typing something into George’s phone.

Then, he was left alone.

~•~

Dream burst into the room, giggling happily. He closed the door behind him and approached the bed with a mixed look of fondness and excitement.

‘Oh god…’

George let out a muffled whimper. Dream climbed onto the bed and grabbed the chain of George’s cuffs. They were cuffed together in front of him so it was easy for Dream to lift them up and press them to the bed above his head.

“I can’t believe you did this for me! This is going to be so fun Georgie!”.

He tried to protest through his tape, but it was hopeless. A muffled squeal sounded as Dream started to tickle up his side. The position left him desperately helpless.

George had never been tickled while unable to beg for it to stop before and he saw his life flash before his eyes. Dream’s big hands on his ticklish body. No way to tell him to stop. There was no way out of this. His eyes teared up right away as the tickles became amplified by his fear. Dream coo’ed at the sight.

“You’re so cute.”.

That evil hand moved up and danced across his sensitive ribcage and George could only throw his head back and let out a muffled scream. Oh he was fucked here. He couldn’t help the pleas trying to crawl from his throat, but they were muffled into comprehension anyway.

George’s entire body convulsed with the ticklish electricity shooting through it. Dream’s fingers played with each and every rib, making him shake with muffled laughter.

“This is the best day ever.”. There were practically hearts in Dream’s eyes. “Do you want me to get your armpits? Oh? You don’t have an opinion on that? Alright!”. George absolutely did have very strong opinions on his worst spot being targeted…but they went unheard. He wailed into his tape. His arms were stretched up and he was so so helpless to Dream’s fingers moving the sleeve of his t-shirt down and teasing against the ticklish skin. He bucked and kicked and squirmed and screamed, but that didn’t stop the attack.

‘This is how I die.’’

Dream only giggled sweetly. His fingertips brushed all over the over-sensitive pit before digging into the muscle and making George thrash so hard he nearly got free.

“Wow Georgie! So ticklish, huh?”.

In retaliation, he knee’ed Dream in the back. Dream froze.

‘Shit shit shit shit.’

“Naughty…”, Dream smiled darkly and grabbed George’s thigh, pressing it to the bed and tickling it brutally. George’s screams of apology were garbled by the tape covering his mouth.

That big hand nearly wrapped around his thigh, squeezing perfectly into the muscles there to make him feel like he would explode. His muffled laughter rose in pitch.

‘That tickles!! That tickles oh my god that tickles!!’

Soon, the hand would crawl up to attack the ticklish bones of his hips and George was sent into a new muffled frenzy.

George could feel his mind slip away under the ticklish torture. Dream eventually shook off his mean act to coo at the pretty tears dripping from George’s eyes.

“I’m so happy Georgie. Thank you so much for doing this! I don’t know how to stop! I just want to tickle tickle tickle you forever!!!”. The poor boy could only squirm and laugh into his tape…all begging was useless here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sapnap’s text to Dream from George’s phone:

Hi! Okieeee…so I’m going to handcuff myself and go lay in your bed. Can you come tickle me out of my mind? Pweaaase? 🥹🥹🥹

[nikolai-alexi]

A little while back you did piercing hcs for the marauders and co could you do that with tattoos? 😁

Oh babes, absolutely! I love this idea and boyyyy do I have Thoughts about this

So sorry this took so long! I had to work on it in between back to back shifts at work. Let me know what you think of these!

Tattoos & Styles I HC The Marauders & Co With (and this time someone asked for my brain rot!)

James

Okay, so James is definitely a pincushion. He absolutely let Sirius use him as a practice mannequin when they were first learning how to tattoo so he’s covered in varying different tattoos of different styles and skill level. I think James has kinda always been covered in Sirius’ art, bc he absolutely let Sirius draw on him during class. So when ink pens turned to tattoo guns, James and his zero fear of permanence didn’t bat an eye at being used as a practice dummy.

On his right forearm, he has a matching tattoo with the Marauders. It’s a stag’s head, with a rat sitting on it, the Sirius constellation between the antlers, and a halfmoon behind it.

On his right bicep, he has a half sleeve. I HC James as Desi and Hindu, and that tattoo is a Mehndi design James created with an elephant in the foreground. He had Sirius do it, ofc, and it took like 4-6 sessions to get it done because Sirius was absolutely fixated on making sure it was perfect

Regulus gives him a stick and poke (like a legit one, not an ink pen insert and a needle one) and it’s of a stag with a cat playing in its antlers. It’s on the inside of James’ right ankle. He’s constantly pestering Regulus about doing more

When Effie and Monty pass (of very very old age and only that of course), James has Sirius create a memorial piece for them. They incorporate a lot of meaningful things in it for James; one of Effie’s own Mehndi designs, a crow (the messenger between the lands of living and dead as well as Effie’s favourite animal), Monty’s favourite book quote written in Punjabi, and a bunch of little symbols that represent them both. James and Sirius both sobbed through that entire tattoo. It rests right on top of James’ heart and spans most the left side of his chest

James is kind of a mess of different styles and skill levels, and is basically just covered in a bunch of small tattoos. He collects one on every holiday, pretty much any time Sirius is bored, or whenever something significant in his life happens. He’s just a living sticker book of art, basically

Marlene, Pete, and James each have their childhood house numbers tattooed on the inside of their left wrists. James’ is 421

Sirius

Sirius still has their runic tattoos and the chest tattoo, because I cannot physically make those not a thing. I love them so much

Down the back of their left arm, they have the cycles of the moon

Paw prints of a wolf and a dog, everywhere. Side by side down their spine, around their runic tattoos, down the side of their legs, etc.

Banding. There’s so much banding. Esp on their forearms! From super thin to super thick banding, it’s all over Sirius’ body. They have one set of banding that goes around their waist and it drives Remus crazy

Magic tattoo or not, Sirius absolutely has the Marauder’s Map footsteps all over them

Obviously they have the Marauders Tattoo too. It’s on the right side of their ribcage.

I think a lot of Sirius’ tattoos that they didn’t do themselves are runic. Protection runes, mostly, but all kinds of different runes in multiple runic languages (I HC Sirius as being a total Ancient Runes nerd)

All the tattoos Sirius did do on themselves are more like doodles than actual tattoos. Something popped in their head, they had time to spare, so they did it real quick. There’s not a lot of thought behind those ones

There are a bunch that are representative of the people in their life, though. Like they’ve got Regulus’ constellation, Alphard’s constellation, Andy’s constellation. They’ve got rat paw prints and deer hoof prints, James’ quidditch/footie/lacrosse jersey number, chess pieces with whiskers or a tail, chocolates stacked on top of books, etc.

They’ve got their own kind of memorial tattoo for Effie and Monty (they didn’t feel like they could use Effie’s Mehndi design because they’re not Hindu and there was a lot of guilt and stuff they needed to deal with before they could even bring themselves to do the memorial tattoo and James was ready to lose his mind because when his mum said that Sirius was her child no matter what, she didn’t mean that they were only her child if they became Hindu themselves. There were lots of conversations about that)

There really isn’t much open space on Sirius’ body lmao they just constantly tattoo over things and all sorts of chaos

Remus

Where Sirius is very chaotic with their tattoos, Remus is very methodical. It’s not that his tattoos can be read like a book or anything, he just puts a lot of thought into his tattoos. He dedicates limbs and areas of his body to certain things. He doesn’t just get an idea and slap it somewhere. It might be a control thing, it might not be, who knows. It’s just the way he does things

Has the Marauder tattoo on his left thigh

You know the chest tattoos with the hands? Remus has one, except the left hand is holding a can of petrol and the right one is holding a zippo

Remus’ right sleeve is almost patchwork, but it’s like a blended patchwork? I’m not sure how to describe what I think of when I think of his right sleeve, but basically, it’s a significance piece. His right sleeve is basically the places in his life that have left an impact on him. The house in Wales where he grew up, the fork his Mam swore up and down was lucky, the couches in the Gryffindor common room, and the brickwork fireplace. Candles from the Great Hall float all around his arm, the spot James showed him behind the Quidditch bleachers where he carved his name into the wood when he was high, the broken piano in the Shack that Sirius always tried to play, the door number to Sirius’ and his first flat, the uneven second hand kitchen table with tea cups on it they put in their kitchen. The castle itself. The forest. Everywhere that makes an impact on Remus’ life gets immortalised on his arm.

I am a firm believer that Remus would refuse to get anything wolf/dog related inked, but you bet he has stars all over. Sirius’ constellation is tattooed over his heart

I’m also a huge believer that Remus is a classics nerd, so his left side is dedicated to classic mythos and literature references. He’s got gods and goddesses and stories inked into his skin like it’s his arm that tells their stories, not the books themselves. He’s got Hades and Persephone reaching for each other between the worlds, Orpheus and Eurydice, and Achilles, Patroclus and the Trojan Horse. He and Regulus have a whole geek out when they realise they each have a mythos tattoo

Similarly to his mythos sleeve, I think Remus, especially growing up in Wales and with Hope as his Mam, give off big mythological creature nerd vibes (excluding werewolves, obvi). Like you cannot tell me that little bitty Remus Lupin was not a dinosaur kid. So his right leg is all mythological creatures. Kind of on theme with his sleeve, a lot of them are Greek, like Chimera, Pegasus, and a Sphinx. But he also has an Afanc, Tylwyth Teg (Welsh interpretation of Fae/Faeries), and an Adar Llwch Gwin (a griffin-type of bird, with the head and wings of an eagle and of a cat)

His left leg is sort of open, it’s where he puts things that don’t really have a “place” or when he runs out of space on his sleeves

Peter

Marlene, Pete, and James each have their childhood house numbers tattooed on the inside of their left wrists. Pete’s is 439.

Has the matching Marauder’s tattoo with James, Sirius, and Remus on his left bicep

He’s not necessarily opposed to getting more tattoos, but he pretty much just gets them with his friends. He feels like he’s too indecisive to just get one

Marlene

Marlene’s tattoos are chaos. There’s no rhyme, reason, or order to them. They could be super meaningful or they could be a rabbit wearing a fancy suit with a top hat balancing on a unicycle and frogs stuffed in the pockets (that one’s on her left thigh. she has no recollection of when or where she got it)

She has identical outline of cats around both of her nipples because she thought it’d be hilarious to have a “titty tat of a kitty cat!”…I’ll give you three guesses as to who did that for her and the first two don’t count.

Marlene, Pete, and James each have their childhood house numbers tattooed on the inside of their left wrists. Marlene’s is 465.

Marlene is the kind of person to walk into a shop and go “I have £100, what will that get me”. Her body is hers to decorate and she’s doing it with a fuck ton of permanent stickers

She has a matching tramp stamp with Evan, Barty, Dorcas and Tillie. It’s the absolute worst thing she has tattooed on her and she adores it.

She’s really just covered in flash work. There’s some traditional tattoos, with old school card suits and flowers on her shoulder. There’s neotraditional pieces, with the overlapping sun and moon on her hip. There’s lots of fineline, a dragon wrapping around a bouquet of poisonous flowers on her sternum. There’s a wacky sort of tribal/geometric half sleeve on her right calf. She’s got fun little watercolour pieces decorating her arms. She’s got a blackwork geometric piece that goes around her stomach that’s all negative space and shading details and no one can agree one what everything is or isn’t (she won’t tell anyone the answers either).

She has a very tiny snake and lion behind each of her ears

She has a mandala tattoo that goes across the back of her head, but you can only see it when she has an undercut in her hair

Mary

Mary is a fun one. She’s definitely a tattoo fiend, but while she’s not methodical like Remus and Regulus are, she’s not chaotic like Barty and Marlene are with them.

She’s got a lot of different things, a bunch of muggle references, a lot of Wizarding references

Couple of fun floral pieces

Something about Mary just screams “forest” piece to me. I think she’s got a sleeve that’s all themed after the Forbidden Forest and it’s all done in realism. Very spooky but also very beautiful

Not to make this heartbreaking, but if canon compliant Mary got one tattoo before she obliviated herself, I think she would have gotten a tattoo of Hogwarts with a compass, because even though Hogwarts was the source of her trauma and pain, a part of her would always feel at home there. So when she knew she was going to obliviate herself, she got herself something to find home with, should she ever need it

Solar System. Mary strikes me as a closeted Astronomy and astrology nerd. I think she’s got a solar system tattoo, straight down her spine, and a galaxy tattoo on her ribs, and then maybe the astrology signs somewhere?

Matching butterfly tattoo with Lily, Mary’s is a Monarch

Lily

Lily, loml, she’s a watercolour babe 10000%

She doesn’t have a ton of pieces, but she gets a few every now and again

Fineline watercolour girlie for sureeee and we love her for it

She says she doesn’t like floral pieces, but she has one on her sternum, however it absolutely does NOT have lilies in it

Miss Girl absolutely has one of those fineline tattoos with the stack of books with a tea cup on top of them and the steam looks like magic, you know the ones I’m talking about? And it’s like in her inner forearm right by her elbow

Has a matching butterfly tattoo with Mary, Lily’s is a Swallowtail

Regulus

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “CUNT”. It was his first tattoo and his second ever act of rebellion against his parents (his first being his nipple piercings). Barty came up with the idea to have them all write down a word and then pick it out of a hat and that’s what they’d get tattooed. Barty and Evan could not stop laughing when Regulus pulled out his.

Regulus is very similar to Remus in a way. His tattoos are all very organised and thought out, minus a few impulse ones with his friends or Sirius and the Marauders

Regulus really favours abstract, geo, and blackwork styles, with a bit of fineline influence in some pieces. He doesn’t have a single colour tattoo, strictly black and grey.

His left arm is all bold lines, sharp angles, heavy black work, and lots of negative space. He got it right after he got unofficially disowned, used the bank account his parents cut him off from as a last “fuck you” to them and it kind of represents his inner turmoil during that time of his life. He did the sleeve in one session, it took 13.5 hours and his artist took more breaks than he did. If that gives you an idea of how his mental state was at the time

His right arm is lighter, less harsh lines and negative space, more open linework. Lots of geometric patterns that feed into each other shoulder to wrist. There’s still some inverted shading and negative work, but for the most part, it’s fairly open. There’s a lot more diversity in his right sleeve than his left, stacks of shapes and a bunch of 3D shading, the linework seems to twist and turn with his arm, rather than go against the grain of his body like his left does.

His chest piece is his absolute favourite of all his tattoos. He and Barty started on it almost immediately after he got the all clear from Drs/Healers after his top surgery. The tattoo is of a Boomslang snake, and it weaves in and out of his surgery scars like it’s entering and exiting his body from under his skin. It slithers all the way around his chest, ribs, and back, before it curls over his shoulder and it’s head comes right to his heart. It’s jaws are open, and it looks like it’s striking at his heart. Throughout the scales, the use of heavy blackwork and negative space carves out the words “Le monstre n'a pas peur de ce qu'il deviendra” or “the monster does not fear what it will become”. It was one of the most painful tattoos Regulus has, because his top surgery scars were still healing, but the tattoo and the fact that it was Barty who did it made it so incredibly worth it

His left leg has a full sleeve on it, and it’s super dope. The whole sleeve is based off of animals with magical or supernatural tales about them. The sleeve is almost done like a totem pole, but the faces are done half in geometrics and half in inverted shading. He has a fox, a coyote, a cat, a vulture, and a bat

His right leg is where all of his impulse tattoos go. Or where he lets Barty and Sirius practice. There’s a lot of small pieces and some larger ones. Sirius did a piece on his thigh that’s a realistic portrait of a lion, except the Regulus constellation covers it’s chest. Barty did another piece with a dog and the Sirius constellation on his calf.

He has a tattoo of Icarus with his wings melting and falling from the sky on the right side of his rib cage

He wants to do a back piece and fill in his torso at some point. Give him 3-5 years to make up his mind and not over think it lmfao

Barty

Blackwork. So. Much. Blackwork.

If he’s got tattoos in a magical fic, his entire left forearm is a blackout. Then the rest of that sleeve is an inverted sleeve with negative space

Has a snake that starts on his sternum, wraps around his neck, under his right arm, over his shoulder and ends on his chest. Done in blackwork style also

His right sleeve is a bit of a mashup. He’s got some blackwork and negative space, but also a bit of fineline work.

He has a neck and face tattoo. It’s on the left side, and it starts near where his shoulder meets his neck then goes up his neck, and around his head and ear. It’s a rose bush. (If it’s a magical tattoo, the different coloured roses bloom and close at different times depending on Evan’s moods)

On his right hipbone, Evan tattooed “ROSY” on him

He has a galaxy and constellation tattoo on his left thigh, it’s the only other coloured tattoo he has besides his rose bush one. He got it for Regulus when he officially changed his name after coming out as trans

His legs are full of small tattoos he did himself. He started tattooing to piss his father off, so some of them are really dumb or badly done, but it’s so on brand for him that he touches them up from time to time just to make sure they stay. The tattoo he’s most proud of though, is Regulus’

I think his ribs and torso are pretty covered, probably a mix of random flash art he thinks is cool when he’s in the shop and more floral designs with snakes.

He absolutely has knuckle and hand tattoos, but for the life of me I cannot decide what exactly they’d be. Part of me really thinks he would do a nod towards Hogwarts and do a snake, an eagle, a badger, and a lion and just do symbols on his knuckles. The other part of me thinks he’d do something ridiculous like “PLAN” on his right hand and “AHEA” on the left just because he’s Barty and why wouldn’t he do shit like that

He has a matching tramp stamp with Dorcas, Marlene, Tillie, and Evan because they were all high as a mf and thought it would be hilarious (it is, in fact, hilarious and the most 70s tramp stamp ever)

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “SLUT”

He wants to do a massive back piece (talking like shoulders to thigh), but hasn’t decided 100% what he wants to do, so hasn’t done it yet. But once that’s done he’s going to have very little open skin left to tattoo

Evan

On his right hipbone, Barty tattooed “BEE” on him

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “WHORE”

I cannot stress enough how much of a new school vibe I get from Evan. Like this mf gets just the weirdest shit tattooed on him

Rose bush, but all the flowers are skulls. It takes up like all of his torso and rib cage. There’s also a bunch of vines and poisonous plants tangled in there. Somehow it simultaneously does and doesn’t at all fit his vibe

Dragon. Giant, wrapping, dragon. Takes up his entire right leg from the top of his foot up his hip. The dragon’s head wraps up around his thigh and arsecheek then over his hip bone and is blowing smoke right at his naval. He thinks he’s funny.

He and Pandora have a double helix DNA tattoo. Evan’s is on the outside of his left hand

Pandora

Had a bottom lip tattoo that says “PSYCHO” (Barty was PISSED when she got this one until he pulled his out and then wasn’t quite as mad. He did try to get Evan to tattoo his upper lip with it so he could be “Psycho Slut” which he thought was very on brand)

Pandora is also very new school vibe for me. I feel like she would absolutely get all of her creatures tattooed in a new school style and then have a really abrupt fineline piece here and there. It kinda makes your head spin, but that’s the whole point of it

Pandora and Evan have a double helix DNA strand tattoo. Hers is on the outside of her right hand

Has a giant realistic thestral on her thigh

Moths, lots of really cool fineline tattoos of different moth species (idk she strikes me as a bug girlie)

Dorcas

Has a bottom lip tattoo that says “BITCH”

Has a massive sword tattoo down her spine

Right sleeve is an ivy sleeve, it’s just vines and wrapping around her arm and hand. Some of it goes between her fingers and under her arm

Has a lot of Japanese Traditional style tattoos, the Yin and Yang koi fish on her thigh, cherry blossoms up her left calf, phantom Samurai on her ribcage

On her right calf she has a tattoo of a witch being burned at the stake, very haunting, very cool

Amelia

Has a balance tattooed on her inner left wrist and a gavel on her inner right wrist

Has a matching tattoo with Emme and Tillie of a stack of TNT on her hip

I think Amelia keeps her tattoos covered for the most part. They’re really important to her, but they’re definitely FOR her, ya know? Idk, that’s just the vibe I get from her

Emmeline

Has a matching tattoo with Amelia and Tillie of a stack of TNT on her hip

Something about Emme just screams floral tattoos to me. I think she definitely has a sleeve (or two) of mostly floral tattoos. It feels like a really nice dichotomy between how much of a badass she is (either as an Auror or firefighter or whatever kickass occupation she has) and how soft and kind she can be. I really see her having a sleeve on her right leg that she absolutely gets done in black and grey so her godbabies can colour her flowers in whenever she babysits them

Tillie

Has a matching tattoo with Emme and Amelia of a stack of TNT on her hip

Has a matching tramp stamp with Evan, Barty, Dorcas, and Marlene, she has zero recollection of getting it but every time she has to see the unfortunate thing, she can’t help but laugh. She vows to never get high and get tattoos with them again, but she absolutely fails at that

Shark tattoos. Like so many. Whale sharks, hammerheads, great whites, black tips, nurse sharks, shovelnose, etc. There’s just random little tiny shark tattoos all over her and I’m obsessed with them

On the same theme, I think she also has an ocean theme leg sleeve. A full coral reef, mermaids, all kinds of fish, ofc there’s sharks, maybe a whale and definitely an octopus in there. The whole thing is done in full colour and goes from her ankle all the way up her hip and ends at the bottom of her ribcage

[total-fandom-tr45h]

Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Us

Siren reader x DCA

CW; Inhumane treatment of the reader

Chapter 1

Sun and Moon were not told much about why they had been transferred from the Fazbear Aquarium to the remote facility they were being led through, but they did know that they were needed because some sort of animal caused a horrific incident and was deemed dangerous to humans. So when you can’t use humans, throw the robots to the sharks, apparently.

Sun picked nervously at the cuffs of his jumpsuit, the fabric starting to fray from his actions as Moon walked silently beside him. Following the guard through dimly lit tunnels, they eventually came to a heavy metal door with a scanner to one side and what seemed to be many heavy locks. The guard turned to the bots, a bored expression upon his tired features. “Alright, here we are. Remember, this creature is deadly, so don’t feel bad if you have to use more force with it, although it should be incapacitated. You’ll get access to the door locks if everything goes well, so don’t fuck this up.”

Sun held back his urge to scold the man about his language, gripping his sleeves tightly while Moon just watched the man’s every move. The guard swiped a card across the scanner and it beeped, showing a green light. The doors sprung to life, slowly unlocking and pulling apart, making way for the three to enter.

The room they entered was slightly brighter than the tunnels had been, but not by much. There was nothing particularly exciting about the room, other than the massive tank in the center, a large metal grate covering the top. There was a sparse amount of aquatic plants and corals decorating the sandy bottom of the tank, and it looked like a few small fish darted in between rocks that accompanied the few decorations. The tank itself was twice Sun and Moon's height, and was twice as long as it was tall. The width couldn’t be told from where they were standing, it had to match the length or be slightly smaller, given the size of the room. 

Above the tank there was a catwalk, a small flight of stairs leading down to a platform just below the water’s surface. Something resting on the platform caught Sun’s attention- it looked to be some kind of large fish, but his scanners couldn’t identify what species it was, which greatly confused him. It was unmoving on the platform, and there seemed to be remnants of food near it, suggesting it had been fed. “Oh good, it’s still out. Alright, your job is to get up there, get it out of the water, and bring it into the lab.” The guard pointed to a door off to the left, which had a small sign next to it that read ‘Lab’. 

The boys nodded before ascending to the catwalk, remaining silent the entire time. Upon reaching the platform Sun let out a gasp, covering his mouth. Lying motionless in the water was a- mermaid? No, it wasn’t like a mermaid from stories, it was more animal-like. A siren? 

The upper body was human looking, while the lower portion was a very long tail, probably somewhere around 8ft long with posterior and anterior dorsal fins. At the junction where scales faded into flesh there were two pelvic fins that almost looked like a skirt, matching the look of the rest of the fins. The siren’s chest was obscured by scales, making it look like it was wearing some sort of wrap around top. Three gill slits lay atop of the ribcage, and they fluttered with the slow breathing of the siren. It had claws at the end of its fingers, and a barely visible webbing between each digit. The face was very different from a fairy tale mermaid, that was for sure. While it had hair and mostly normal features, there were a few that stood out. One was the fact that where the ears should be there were two fins that were the same color as the tail fins, and the second were the eyes. The eyes were a bright teal color with a slit-like pupil, and currently they were unfocused, as the siren was in a daze. 

Disturbingly, there was some sort of metal collar wrapped around the siren’s neck, and various scratches were visible around the collar. Sun didn’t have time to worry though, as Moon stepped onto the platform and grabbed the siren under the arms, lifting it carefully. Sun scrambled into the few inches of water and picked up the tail, and the two hauled the siren up and out of the water. It twitched at the movement, making a weak hissing noise as its eyes darted around, still hazy and unfocused. “Let’s go.” Moon grumbled, and Sun nodded, walking backwards down the stairs to the lab. 

Upon entering the lab the siren began to twitch violently, seeming to be waking up from its dazed state. A scientist ushered the celestial bots over to a very long table that seemed to be custom built for the siren judging by the length. “Set her here, and be fast! We have to restrain her and sedate her quickly.” The man said, seeming almost panicked. The two obliged, laying the siren out on the table as instructed. As soon as they stepped away another scientist pressed a button on a control panel, and mechanical sounds echoed through the room as some unseen machine came to life. 

Without warning metal cuffs came up from the table, latching around various points on the siren’s body with loud clanks. Arms, chest, waist, neck, and various points on the tail were restrained with the heavy metal cuffs just in time as the siren began to thrash, hissing and growling. Another scientist approached with something in their hands and the siren snapped at them, causing them to jolt before jumping towards her, pressing something onto her face. She shrieked as the scientist fumbled with something before stepping back, looking relieved. A muzzle had been strapped to the siren’s face, a protective barrier between flesh and sharp teeth. 

A needle was pushed into the siren’s arm as she growled, the liquid injected quickly. It didn’t take long for it to start working, and soon the siren’s limited movements got slower until they went still entirely, her eyes half closed and unfocused. “You two wait outside, we’ll let you know when to take her back.” The man who had put the muzzle on instructed, so Sun and Moon quietly left to room, standing outside the door. Sun picked at his sleeves again, shuffling his feet while Moon stared off into space with a disinterested look on his face. 

“It’s horrible… how they’re treating her. She’s obviously scared…” Sun muttered, breaking a string off his left cuff. Moon sighed, looking over at his brother. 

“Listen, I know you want to care for every creature we encounter, but they said this one was dangerous. Even if it is scared, there’s nothing we can do about it.” Sun grumbled, pulling at another loose thread. 

“I know…..” Sun trailed off, thinking. 

After about an hour one of the scientists came out of the lab, carrying a tray of blood samples. “Alright, here’s how this is going to go. You two should now have remote access to the controls for the restraints. Wait until everyone has left the room before bringing the siren back to her enclosure, and keep the muzzle ON until she’s in the water. Once she’s in and the muzzle is removed, close and lock the protective grate. You will need to stay to make sure she wakes up properly, and after that come out into the hall. Someone will show you where your designated charging room is.” After speaking the man left, soon followed by the rest of his colleagues. 

Sun and Moon entered the lab, and Sun frowned at the sight he saw. Various places on the siren’s skin were scraped, a few scales had obviously been pulled off from various places on the tail, and the restraints seemed to be cutting into her flesh a bit. A notification popped up in the corner of Sun’s vision, letting him know he now had access to the controls and he immediately released the restraints. 

The machinery hissed and clanked as the cuffs were released, showing that there were now various lacerations across the siren’s body where each one had been, aside from the neck which had been partially protected by the collar. Sun went to her head, and his fingers twitched, wanting to take the muzzle off right then and there but he had to follow orders. He gently picked up the siren’s upper half while Moon grabbed her tail, and they carried her limp body out of the lab and back to the platform of the enclosure. They set her down in the water and Moon stepped out, allowing Sun to remove the muzzle. 

The muzzle had been strapped so tightly that there were marks where the straps and cage had been, and Sun grimaced at the sight, rubbing them gently without thinking as his previous care protocol that had been suppressed forced its way out. “Sun, c’mon.” Moon snapped Sun out of his thoughts and the solar animatronic jerked his hand back, whispering an apology to the siren before scrambling out of the water and up onto the catwalk. Moon activated something wirelessly, and a scraping metal sound filled the room as a metal grate appeared from under the catwalk and began to cover the tank, locking the siren in. Once the grate was fully over the tank Moon sat down, crossing his legs and placing an elbow on his knee, resting his head in his palm. 

Sun followed suit, keeping an eye on the siren as he sat, fiddling with the muzzle he still held in his hands. After a few minutes the siren began to stir, her eyes still hazy as she looked around and began chirping and clicking, sounding almost like a dolphin or beluga whale. When she got no response she repeated the sounds, confusion on her face. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she stopped calling out, as if she remembered she was alone. That hurt for Sun to watch; she had been trying to find others of her kind in her sedated confusion. The siren then spotted Sun and Moon, letting out a low growl as she backed off the platform into the open water, eyes trained on the two animatronics. 

The boys remained perfectly still as she seemed to be observing them for suspicious activity. The siren started when Moon moved to stand and she darted into the depths of the tank, swimming quickly over to a small cave that was hidden from the rest of the room by coral. That was good, at least they gave her some sort of place where she could feel safe. Sun sighed and stood up, following Moon as he left the catwalk and headed towards the door. Sun made a detour to the lab, putting the muzzle on the <em>horrible</em> table, shuddering with disgust before joining his brother to exit the room. 

There was a woman waiting outside for them, and she gave a sheepish smile as they exited, the door hissing shut behind them. “You must be the wranglers! I’m Lisa, I’ll be showing you where your room is.” She said a little excitedly, which caught both bots off guard. “Before I do that, what are your names? I’m going to be in charge of your maintenance, so I wanted to know if you had something you prefer to be called by.” Sun and Moon blinked, looking at each other before looking back at Lisa. She was treating them like they were people, not just mindless robots. It was nice. 

Sun spoke first. “I’m Sun, and this is my brother Moon.” He gestured to the lunar bot when he said his name and Lisa nodded, seeming to take a mental note.

“Very fitting names, I like it! Alright Sun and Moon, if you follow me I’ll show you the way to your room!” She said before turning around, facing the opposite way they had come from to continue down the poorly lit tunnel. The two followed the woman down the hall a ways until she came to another door, this one still being metal but not as heavy or tightly locked as the one to the siren’s enclosure. Lisa opened the door with a flourish, and stepped into the room. “Ta-da! This is where you boys will be living from now on. The institute needs you as close as possible to the siren’s room, in case of an emergency. If there’s anything you’d like to add to the room to make you guys feel more at home, just ask me and I’ll get what I can.” 

The room was a decent size, certainly bigger then their room above the daycare at the pizzaplex had been. The walls were surprisingly not cement but drywall, painted a boring grey color that matched the cement floor. There were two beds, one on either side of the room, as well as two tables with chairs, lamps, and nightstands. There were many outlets on the walls, in various places for easy accessibility. Sun walked over to one of the beds and sat on it, the metal frame creaking a little as it got used to the new weight. Oddly enough, the beds seemed to be the right size for them, as if they were custom made to accommodate their tall frames. “I think we’re good for now, thank you Ms. Lisa.” Sun said, forcing a small smile on his face as Moon walked to the table on the opposite side of the room from Sun and pulled out the chair, sitting down. 

The woman nodded then walked to the door, pausing on the threshold to turn around. “Oh, there are pens, pencils and paper in the drawers of each nightstand, just in case you guys get bored. And before I forget, you guys are allowed to explore the tunnels, just don’t go into restricted rooms. You shouldn’t be able to get in them, but I’m obligated to give you that warning. Curfew is 11pm. Have a good night, and again let me know if you want anything to spruce this place up. It’s awfully gloomy.” She then left, closing the door behind her.

“This is way better than the daycare or the aquarium, and it seems a little suspicious.” Moon remarked, steepling his fingers together as his elbows rested on his knees. “Why are we being treated so nicely? There’s something we don’t know going on here.” 

Sun rolled his eyes, reaching into the nightstand to grab a pencil and some paper before walking to his table, plopping down in the chair. “Don’t think too much about it, Moon. At least they aren’t treating us like dumb robots.” He muttered as he started to draw. He had been programmed to draw like a child when coloring with the kids in the daycare, but in actuality he was an incredible artist. He began to sketch the siren, using a photo he had taken as she was waking up from sedation as reference. 

“Whatever.” Moon grumbled, getting up from the chair to flop on his bed, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. 

Sun couldn’t help but feel pity for the siren. She was treated like some terrible creature who was aggressive on purpose, but when Sun watched her vitals as she woke up from sedation, she seemed to be more scared than anything. The siren was acting aggressively as a defense mechanism. “Poor thing… she doesn’t deserve to be treated that way…” Sun muttered, continuing his drawing. 

“Poor thing my ass. She killed and ate someone, Sun.” 

Sun dropped his pencil, spinning in his chair to face his brother. “What?! What do you mean she ATE someone?!” 

Moon sat up, his faceplate rotating once. “I looked at the incident reports they have on file. The reason we were brought in is because that siren killed someone and ate part of their body.” 

Sun’s whole body shook, images of mangled corpses flashing through his thoughts. Moon spoke again, snapping Sun out of the depressing tangent he was going off on. “The guy left the grate on top of the tank open, so he had it coming for being so careless. After the incident they put on a collar that can send a paralyzing jolt of energy through the siren’s body. It seems the voltage can be adjusted though…” Moon trailed off, and Sun turned back to his paper, staring at the half drawn picture of the siren.

He furrowed his brows, frowning. So what if she killed someone and ate them? She was in a place she didn’t belong, having horrible tests done to her, and she was probably incredibly scared. Sun slammed his hands down on the table and stood, a look of determination on his face. “I am going to show her that not everything is horrible.” 

Moon tilted his head in curiosity, snickering in doubt. “And how are you gonna do that, Sunny? That thing probably doesn’t understand human language.” 

Sun snapped his head around to glare at his brother, his body shortly following suit as he stepped away from the table. “You don’t know that, Moon. She could be able to perfectly understand every word ever said to her, and nobody would know because they haven’t bothered to care! No tests have been done to see what her intelligence level is.” Sun had skimmed through the testing records, only finding blood, DNA, and other types of tests involving her body, but not her mind. 

“I am going to become her friend, and hopefully I’ll be able to help her feel a little more at ease.” Sun walked over to the door, flinging it open as Moon groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Go ahead, do whatever. I’m not gonna stop ya, but don’t do anything that’ll get you in trouble. I don’t think I could move her by myself.” Sun just waved off Moon’s warning as he stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him. With determination and confidence in his every step Sun walked the short distance to the siren’s enclosure room, pausing for a moment in front of the door. Lisa didn’t say he couldn’t go back in, only that he couldn’t go into areas he didn’t have access to, and he knew he now had access to this room. 

Taking in a deep breath he didn’t need, Sun waved his palm across the scanner, fearing it wouldn’t. He let out a sigh of relief when the scanner beeped and the light turned green, and the doors opened for him. 

The room was eerily silent, except for the faint hum of a water filtration system. The siren had been swimming in circles when he entered, and as soon as she noticed Sun she hid behind some rocks, keeping a close eye on him. Sun smiled at her, slowly walking to the stairs leading up to the catwalk. The siren’s eyes watched his every move, but she didn’t move from her spot, opting to just observe what he did. 

Upon reaching the catwalk Sun headed to the platform, sitting on the second to last step, putting his feet into the water on the platform. “I’m not here to hurt you, I promise. I just want to be your friend.” He said in a soothing, soft voice, watching the siren’s body language and vitals. Her heart was beating fast, likely in fear as she watched him just sit there. 

After what felt like an eternity the siren moved, approaching Sun slowly. He moved his head slightly to see her better, which caused her to dart back to her hiding spot. Sun sighed, and stayed perfectly still to wait for her to approach again. He hummed quietly, and soon enough the siren began approaching again. “Hello.” Sun said softly, which caused the siren to stop, but not retreat. 

She eyed Sun for a moment before finally coming up to the platform, sticking the top half of her head and face above the water. She tentatively got closer until she was only a couple feet away from Sun’s feet (pun intended). Sun watched as the siren carefully reached out with a finger to- poke his boot covered foot. She snapped her arm back quickly as if she had been burned, but didn’t swim away. Sun smiled at her actions, and couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “It’s okay, I won’t do anything to hurt you.” He said reassuringly, hoping she understood what he was saying. 

It seemed she did understand him, as she brought her entire head above the surface of the water, feeling a little more confident. Sun cheered internally at the progress, and decided to try and go further by slowly bending over to lower his hand through the grate, close to the water. The siren hesitated for a moment before reaching out, grazing the surface of his hand with her claws. Upon seeing that he didn’t scream or pull away, she gently grabbed his hand in both of hers, being careful as she turned it over, trailing the pads of her fingers along the seams of Sun’s joints and the little squishy pads on his hands that helped him detect pressure more accurately. 

The feeling of the siren’s fingers ghosting across his palm made Sun giggle, his fingers twitching. The siren let go of his hand quickly and backed up, pulling her hands to her chest and looking up at Sun as if she expected some form of punishment. If Sun had a real heart, it would be aching. “It’s okay, you didn’t do anything wrong! It just felt ticklish.” He reassured the siren, not sure if she would understand what being ticklish is.

Luckily she did seem to understand, as she got closer once again and grabbed his hand, prodding at the palm pad gently before trailing up to his wrist joint, tracing the seams. Keeping his hand still, Sun lowered himself down onto the bottom step, straightening his legs out a bit so they weren’t pushed up into his chest. The siren didn’t seem to pay attention to his movements as she was inspecting his wrist, moving his hand up, down, and in circular motions. He stretched his arm closer to her, startling her and causing her to snap her head to look in his direction, fear and worry on her face. 

“Sorry, sorry! I just thought you’d wanna be able to check out more of my arm.” He explained, feeling bad that he scared her. The siren looked relieved as she nodded before focusing her attention back on Sun’s hand. She pushed his sleeve up on his arm, following the seams of his plating and seeming to marvel at the silicone covering, poking at it and watching it give under the pressure of her hands only to go back to normal when she removed them. Sun got an idea, and he turned his hand so his palm faced her, fingers splayed apart. The siren looked at him in confusion, then lifted one of her hands to match their palms together. 

Her clawed hand was dwarfed by his hand, and this seemed to intrigue her as she blinked rapidly, scooting her hand around against his as if to try and make it fit. Sun laughed at her antics, and the siren looked at him, giving him-

A smile. 

It was a small, shy smile, but a smile nonetheless. Looking at the time, Sun decided he had been there long enough for the day. He took his hand from the siren, moving to stand up as she watched him, tilting her head in curiosity. “Sorry, but I have to go. I’ll be back tomorrow, okay?” He offered her a small smile, and she seemed to ponder his words for a moment before nodding. “Alright, See y-” 

Before he could finish the siren dove back beneath the surface of the water, swimming into her cave. Sun sighed and shook the water off his boots before heading down off the catwalk. When he got to the doors he stopped and turned to see the siren watching him from the coral hiding the cave entrance. He gave her a wave, and she looked confused before reciprocating. 

With a sigh Sun left the room, watching the door lock behind him before heading back to he and Moon’s room. Moon looked up from his bed when Sun entered, and he lifted a brow. “So, how did it go?” 

Sun smiled, kicking off his wet boots before sitting on his bed. “It went pretty well, I think she trusts me! Well, at least a little.” 

Moon sat up to face his brother and tilted his head, actually curious now. “And what makes you think that?” 

Sun held out his hand palm up, tracing along his fingers the same way the siren had. “She actually came up to me and sat there messing with my hand like this. She seemed a bit confused but curious.”

Moon nodded, humming softly. “Makes sense, she’s probably never seen an animatronic before. Did she seem to understand anything you said?” 

Sun nodded enthusiastically, his rays doing a spin around his head. “Yes, she did!! She even responded to me, even though it was only nodding. But still, that proves she’s not just a dumb animal! She’s probably more human than those scientists think.” 

Moon nodded again, looking rather impressed. “Huh, that’s pretty cool…” 

Sun gasped, leaning forward to snatch his brother’s hand, holding it while grinning excitedly. “You should come with me tomorrow! That way, you can see just how much she understands. If I were to tell anyone by myself they would probably brush me off, but if both of us see it and record it, then they’ll have to believe us!” 

Moon rubbed the back of his head, looking to the side. “I dunno Sun, that seems a little ambitious. They could say we made a fake video or something…” Sun tutted, letting go of his hand to reach out and flick Moon’s forehead. 

“Don’t be a Negative Nancy, Moony. I know you’ll change your mind once you see it happen.” Sun’s rays spun around his head once more before he stood, heading back to the table and sitting down to finish his drawing. 

“Mmmmhh, we’ll see…” Moon muttered before laying back down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You swam in circles aimlessly around your tank, thinking back to the interaction you had just a few minutes ago. A strange metal creature with pointy things coming out of their head had come to you, sitting at the platform and saying they wanted to be your friend, which confused you. You had killed someone and ate them, why would they want to be friends with you? That was something you would just have to silently ponder, as you really had no way to communicate with them. They didn’t seem to understand when you spoke, which was frustrating to you. 

But, they had promised to return tomorrow, which made you smile to yourself as you continued to swim. 

A friend.

Your friend.

[the-royal-blue-network]

The first note of  ‘here comes the bride’ bled through the heavy wooden doors as Sarah and her father stood just outside the sanctuary.

 Gripping the sleeve of her father’s perfectly tailored suit, Sarah put one foot in front of the other and slowly made her way into the sanctuary. With their strides perfectly in sync, Sarah and her dad made their way towards the altar.

With every step her heart slammed against her ribs so hard she feared it would be heard over the organ. 

Stride in stride, they continued making their way down the aisle. With every step Sarah could feel her mind beginning to race more and more.

‘What am I doing?’ She thought to herself.

As they continued down the aisle, Sarah saw her. Sitting in the back, she sat at the very end of the second to last church pew. She most likely chose that spot so that she could easily slip out without being seen.  

The music faded as they inched closer and closer to her section. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, as they inched along soon they were walking past and it took everything within Sarah not to turn around and look back.

As Sarah and her father approached the altar, Sarah’s heart slammed against her ribcage, seemingly trying to escape her chest. 

Sarah and her father took a few more steps before the soft material of her father’s tux was replaced with sandpaper like hands.

Sarah looked into Mike’s eyes as he helped her get into place across from him. Her stomach fluttered as she looked at the man she was supposed to be in love with. He smiled brightly, truly happy and excited; ready to be wed, but she did not feel the same. 

Her father vanished, heading back down the stairs, on his way to claim his seat beside her mother.

Sarah’s eyes flicked to the pews and her eyes landed on a pair of green ones looking back at her.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to-”

“I’m sorry.” Sarah heard herself say, her eyes turning back to the man whose hands she was holding.

There was a pause, almost as if the entire congregation took a collective breath and held it.

“I can’t do this.” Sarah said, unwinding her hands from his.

“What?” He said in a faint whisper.

Sarah didn’t respond, instead she made her way towards the stairs and began to make her descent.

“Sarah, what in God’s name are you doing?! You’re embarrassing me! Get back up there!” Her father yelled.

Paying him no mind, she ran. Her heart slammed forcefully against her ribs as she headed down the aisle. Making her way to the door, Sarah thought about her; thought about reaching out for her hand as she ran by, but alas that would be unfair. Sarah could never put the woman she loved in such a situation. But, as the saying goes, great minds think alike. As Sarah ran past her, a soft hand slipped into hers as the sweet smell of vanilla filled the air.

Before Sarah could even think to react or look in the woman’s direction, they were charging for the church doors. Bursting through the door, the women made their way down the stairs. 

“My car’s this way!” The woman said, pulling them to the left.

Sarah gladly followed and soon they were hopping into the cherry-colored convertible. With one turn of the key, the car was alive and they were on their way out. Someone yelled Sarah’s name but between the roar of the engine and the rapid beating of her heart, the call was merely background noise. 

As Sarah and the woman peeled out of the church parking lot, her mother shouted but it was too late, they were already gone. Up the street and around the corner they went before finally stopping at a red light. 

“Oh my God! I can’t believe I put you on the spot like that, I didn’t mean to-” 

Red painted lips covered Sarah’s, causing her brain to short circuit, then, as quick as the lips were on hers, they were gone again, as the car pulled off.

As they headed for the highway, the woman behind the wheel looked over at Sarah.

“I knew you’d make the right choice.” She said, causing them both to laugh.

Resting her head on her lover’s shoulder, Sarah felt herself relax for the first time in what felt like ages. 

“I’m glad I did. I love you Ruby.” Sarah said.

“Ha! Gay.” Ruby laughed as they pulled onto the highway. 

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[taylorabbotts]

maybe his exacerbated state of mind post engagement — disregarded as dead on arrival as of the night before — was a perfect reason to blame for his impulsive tendency. alarm bells resounded in the confines of his dirty blonde headed skull. his former girlfriend was hours out of the last night of her us leg of tour, should he be at the foot of the airport doors, briskly trotting as if he were skating to beat the inevitability of the short window of time? absolutely not. not even a day before, his fiancée of five full years — together for seven — has ended the relationship on account of irreconcilable differences. however, deep within his soul he knew. those feelings that he bubbles up to the surface that he was certain were tucked away in the far off distance soon were banging on the metaphorical door of what was once shut off. maybe the past relationship was a sheer distraction from what he couldn’t seemingly run away from. to be rejected not once, twice but thrice? there was only so much tolerance the man could withhold. taylor abbott shouldn’t be this selfish. as long as taylor brooke cline was thriving and in a successful roll, why should he assume that he could disrupt it with his open wounds that were unable to be covered by the sleeves of his heart. his broken organ was still cracked at every weakness. that was just par for the course when the honey blonde entertainer crossed his mind.

palm clutching his upper left shoulder, the painful thuds of his ribcage ricocheting again glass bones that were at the wits end of wear and tear. he had placed all of his abundant time into a woman who simply wasn’t his match. and it was possible he would end these morning hours as the same way he did the night before: alone. if he could say his piece without regret, that was more than enough redemption to at least fall in with aligning himself with that sinking weight that constantly burrowed itself into crush his lungs. many nights were spent imagining the fantasy of what could be while dangerously outliving the complete opposite with taylor cohen goldsmith. of course, the media was eminent in framing him as a self involved hinderance to someday allow a potential pair of taylor abbotts in the world. as if fate were to have it, he had fallen for two women, both sharing his same name as a complete and utter coincidence. most often times, abbott steered clear of the eye-catching storylines that were simply created for fake clicks and petty jokes. in his true heart of hearts, the ingenuity was always there.

cut to today, his impulsivity landed him at the gate of the airport, searching for what he could finally lay to rest. at least at the feet of the one person he missed so immensely, it caused him discomfort to be away from her. forest green eyes bounced from one aisle of the building to the other, nearly stumbling over onlookers carry on luggage and strung electronic cords at charging bases. that was until, at long last, he spotted the deep midnight green t shirt that hopefully was filled by the only girl in the world he was tentatively finding. “hi, taylor,” the interjection filled with a voice crack that wavered so emotionally that he felt the brigade faltering as tears warmed at the corners of both hues. how confident he should feel right now and yet he felt the measure of about two inches tall.

it was her beauty, at any point — especially in that moment unceremoniously where it drew his breath away. his hand stayed placed at the beat of his chest, quickening in pace as each step he carefully pointed toward his costar. tay tay. the nickname ring like a melodic tune of pure euphoria. no one else in the entire world ever dared to call him so, as that was reserved for one girl and one girl only: taylor cline. “i — i wanted to congratulate you on your tour, and catch you before you had a chance to leave…” his words slurred in pace, collecting himself before inhaling a deep, syncopated breath that would last him. “i miss you, taylor. and i hurt when you’re not around. my heart ph-physically hurts knowing i’m not with you. this is so incredibly selfish of me, but i just can’t go on pretending that after all these years that i feel any different than i have for thirteen years. you’re my guiding light, my north star and without you i’m a mess. i’m just a fucking tragic mess. you have will always mean the world to me. and i felt like i had to get this off my chest so that you know. and i don’t want you to say anything if you don’t want to, i just need you to listen to me say these words and i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want me to do,” tears began to shimmer in streams down his cheeks, softening at the sharp edge of his jaw, plummeting to the floor. carefully reaching out to take gentle hold of her hand, his unbearable shaking as his digits caressed the backside of her palm. “i love you. i’m in love with you. and i’ve been in love with you since we met. and i know that sounds so convoluted and cliche, but i think of our time on set as being the most natural and fun times i’ve ever had. you make me happy to be alive and i just you to know that…you’ve never left my heart. not on new year’s eve, not nine years ago, or any time in between then and now. you’ve captured my heart like it’s no one else’s. you’ve changed me for the better and i just had to let you know that i love you, taylor brooke cline. with all my heart, mind, body and soul. you have me,” he paused, choked on the words that were colliding from his brain to his mouth in record speed. no filter could satisfy this confession, laying all vulnerability on the line for better or worse.

52 shows. two albums announcements. one album release party. march to august. it was the summer of her life. however, it was also the summer of everyone walking on eggshells around her. she knew it was coming the second her relationship news broke. oh, poor thing. is she gonna be okay? are you okay, taylor? yes, maybe it was touching that so many people cared about her, but it was exhausting being treated as if she would collapse at any second. she was fine. maybe because she spent so much time mourning their relationship before it ended that when it actually did end, there was a sigh of relief. a giant weight lifted off her chest. years ago she was sure splitting from him would've killed her. but no, she was just annoyed how he and team portrayed her as satan herself. how she broke his poor little heart. as if he hadn't called her a pathological people pleaser who would just die if she didn't get attention from people and was so mad she wouldn't settle down and have a white picket fence with him. their relationship was private for a reason, but if he wanted to throw it all out there? fine. then here's a song so everyone so can hear just much she wanted him to care. all gloves were off. there was no one in the world who was allowed to talk to her like that. especially the so called love of her life, the man who supposed to be her end all. it wasn't enough for him just to love taylor cline the person, maybe at point it was, but now? no way. she was a performer. to her core. there was no if, ands, or buts about it. there was something so cathartic about seventy something thousand people singing your lyrics to back to you, twirling around in pretty dresses night after night, healing. the summer was healing her. she needed this more than she knew. maybe one day she'd find someone who loved her as a person and a performer and not one or the other, but if not, that was cool too. no one needed to save taylor cline. at the end of the day, she's okay. one thing's for sure though, her soulmate is not someone else's future husband. ugh, taylor fucking abbott.

it was never supposed to be this complicated. the whole point of re-recording was not only taking back her art, but taking the pain she felt at a specific time in her life and turning it into something fun. your thirty year old boyfriend not showing up to your twenty first birthday? put it in a short film with a ten minute song about him and the relationship that boderlined traumatized you, then release a song poking fun at his outrageous nepotism lifestyle. now it was time to yet again open pandora's box. speak now edition. there was no speak now era without taylor abbott, or the infamous vmas incident that apparently would follow her for the rest of her career. those two went hand in hand. suddenly, she was nineteen and twenty again. she was nineteen crying in her dressing room after being embarrassed on national tv while her boyfriend held her. then she was twenty in new york, on new years eve, standing in front of her boyfriend, breaking his heart just as the clock struck midnight because he deserved better. she was twenty writing the first apology song she's ever written, not even knowing if he'd ever listen to it, but putting it out that october anyways because it was full of words he deserved to hear. september 13, 2009 changed the trajectory of her life. it didn't help that it's all people wanted to talk about a long time or speculated that's why their relationship ended. why didn't he defend her? he just let her get embarrassed! some boyfriend. no wonder she dumped him. everyone had a say in their relationship. she never blamed him. not for a second. she hoped he knew that. turning her pain into fun: spy heist music video. and who else to bust her out out of the vault than the actor himself? it was all so clean cut. something that wasn't so clean cut? her apparent feelings for him.

she never saw it coming. how could she? they were friends. any romantic feelings she had for him were thrown out the window years ago. they weren't just meant to be. she made her peace with it a long time ago. it happened so slowly. the electric shock that shot through her heart when she saw him again for the first time in years? whatever, not a big deal. surely that happens all the time when seeing old friends, right? little did she know that little spark would light her and her entire world on fire in the coming months. had his eyes always been that green? with gold in them? as breathtaking as the aurora borealis itself? had he always looked like he was sculpted from the greek gods themselves? there was just so much... warmth she felt around him. he was the sun, that's what she always associated him with. pure light. someone you couldn't help but be drawn to. soon the actor dominated her every waking thought, much to her dismay, fighting against tooth and nail against it. because? he was already spoken for. by another taylor, because well, of course her name was taylor. the only accurate way cline felt like she could describe taylor cohen goldsmith was that she was a real life disney princess. sweet, wonderful, kind. his perfect match. so all she could do repress, repress, and ignore the growing aching in her chest for how much she wanted him. and no, the go have a hot girl summer advice from her friends, did not help. not that they knew anything about what she's been going through, she's quite literally taking this shit to the grave. but she tried. she tried and he was still on her mind. taylor cline didn't need a boyfriend, she needed a freaking lobotomy. it wasn't real. it couldn't be real. she refused to let it be. but as she stood on the stage in kansas city, on the night of the re-release of her third album, and listened to all the wonderful words he had for her, it hit her like an oncoming train. just how in love she was with him. the final nail in the coffin. her heart broke on that stage. the ache in her chest that occurred whenever she looked at him or thought about him, turning into full blown physical pain. taylor cline's life wasn't a fairytale, nor was it an excellent rom com where despite all the trails and tribulations, everything turned out okay in the end. he wasn't going to leave his perfectly sweet fiancée for her. no, he was going to marry cohen goldsmith and live happily ever after and taylor wasn't going to get in the way of that. she wouldn't. he was going to marry her, she was going to be the most beautiful bride and cline was going to be just fine. oh, realizations in freaking missouri of all damn places.

fourteen years. she had known taylor abbott for fourteen years. and through all the mess of growing up and growing into their own as adults, one thing had never changed. how she thought of him. the entire world. maybe they weren't right for each other, god knows they've tried twice, but she thought the world of him. his friendship meant everything to her. because... he's always known her. in a world that wasn't always so kind to her, he was one of the few she trusted. a genuine, kind, person to his core. losing his friendship is unfathomable. nevertheless, she just couldn't deal. so if that means cutting the ties and putting a world's worth of space between her and the future mr. and mrs. abbott then so be it. it's for the better. it's for the better, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. sometimes she wishes she was in a rom com. timing, timing was everything. it was also something they could never quite get right.

current mood: hungover in an airport, running on advil and pedialyte, maybe a little sleepy also. full blame on the little after party and crashing at her best friend's house. she loves LA, loves it, but new york is her home and all she wants to do right now is go home. go home and try to recover from an absolute insane summer. apparently spending a summer where you're healing, but also driving yourself insane at the same time is very taxing. but as about thirty seconds ago, she's stuck, as the pilot informed her. the sky was simply not clear enough to fly. of course the one time she doesn't fly out of a city the very same night, a storm comes in over night. in august, in los angeles. out of all places. her luck is truly astonishing. so naturally she's already on the phone with her mother, who left last night and was in nashville because one thing about kate cline? if she wants to leave, that woman's gonna leave. honey, be safe, okay? i love you. i will, i love you, i'll call you later. ending the phone call, that's when she hears it.

hi taylor. the voice and the name turn her blood cold. she thinks she imagined it. she must've, right? something in her tells her to turn around. her heart dropping right into her stomach as blue eyes settled on a pair of green ones. green eyes that she often found herself dreaming of. there's that aching in her chest again. they don't call each other taylor. every time they did over the course of fourteen years, there's always something wrong and once again, taylor fears the worst. cline. abbott. abbott. cline. the way to distinguish them, the way they've always referred to each other. poker face, cline, poker face. ignore the pain in your chest and the fact that your favorite eagles crewneck feels increasingly suffocating right now. "hi, tay tay," the blonde spoke, a small smile etching on her lips, before turning her head slightly as if to look over him, study him. "hm? you feeling okay?"

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☆ 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗧𝗢 𝗪𝗘𝗔𝗥- there’s no time in the world jungwon finds you more beautiful than when you’re wearing his hoodies. The sight of his oversized cloth dangling from your shoulders and covering upto your thighs never fails to make the butterflies in his stomach run wild and his heart beat abnormally against his ribcage, threatening to escape. When you pair the outfit with a messy bun and remain bare faced, jungwon blushes so much and finds you to be the most beautiful girl on earth. He gets domestic thoughts- of being able to live together with you so you could wear more of his clothes and he could see this heavenly sight daily but ofcourse he will keep it low-key. He smiles so brightly and his cheeks become rosy, and he secretly makes it his mission to leave more of his hoodies “accidentally” at your place, in the hopes of catching this breath taking sight of you in his clothes sometime again.

☆ 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗔𝗣- resting his head softly on your lap, jungwon unintentionally dozes off a lot from tiredness of the long day. He doesn’t always mean to fall asleep, but the comforting feeling of your thighs under his head makes him feel really relaxed. The sight of his angel face resting on your lap always makes you melt, and leaves you brushing his soft hair with your fingers and occasionally pecking his handsome face. You kiss his forehead, his nose and his cheek in his sleep, hoping he would meet you in his dreams and feel your overbearing love for him. <3 most times, he falls asleep while subconsciously holding your hands inside his that make him feel so secure and safe.

☆ 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗕𝗬𝗘/𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗟𝗬- jungwon feels way too bashful to ask for kisses from you but at the same time he doesn’t wanna leave for work or go to sleep without getting goodnight/goodbye kisses from you. Thus, he will always make silent attempts- tugging at your sleeve softly and looking at you with innocent and needy kitty eyes to pass his message. He makes “🥺” face and even takes your hand and places it in his cheek or lips, as a sign that he wants his kissy there. And when he’s too cute like this? There’s no chance of resisting him so you end up giving him many kisses at once. That too, over his whole entire face that causes him to retreat under the blanket from overflowing shyness.

☆ 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗞- jungwon and backhugs go hand in hand. He freezes when he’s trying to hug you from the front bc the moment your eyes lock, he loses his mind. So, from the back when you’re unaware, he walks into the room silently and drapes his arms around your stomach and rests his chin on your shoulder. He loves to bury his face in the crook of your neck and just breathe your scent in- because it’s so comforting to him to just feel your presence and bask in it. No matter what he’s feeling, being close to your body and nuzzling in your embrace heals him from within.

☆ 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦- kissing your hand has become his reflex action. The reflex action to loving you if that makes sense. It doesn’t matter even if he’s scrolling through his phone or watching a movie, one of his hands will be interlaced within yours and he will play with your hands and bring it close to his lips to kiss it. Sometimes, he’s so adorable that he does it when he’s half asleep. His sleep gets disrupted and with half lidded eyes, he will search for your hands and kiss the back or knuckles softly before falling back asleep again. <3 :’)

☆ 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗖𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗟𝗬-jungwon loves the pure act of holding your hands sm that he will even have your hands intertwined in public. Or infront of the boys but once he realizes what he’s doing and earns teasing glares, he will jolt and move away from you in a flash. 😳 he gets blushy and scratches the back of his neck awkwardly but when you’re in private again, he will take your hands back inside his. When you’re cooking In the kitchen or doing your assignment or studying, it does not help your situation cause you will always find one of your hands inside his. He finds this act really innocent and it connects you two close together always so he prefers that 24/7.

☆ 𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟- are you even dating yang jungwon if y’all don’t get ice cream EVERY WEEK? He loves ice cream, you love ice cream and y’all love eachother so it’s a ritual in your relationship. Like little kids running behind ice cream trucks from excitement, you and boyfriend run after ice cream stalls and eat them all the way back to your home while linking arms! <33 it’s your comfort food and lightens your moods all the time.

☆ 𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗧- jungwon might be someone who’s not very clingy or cheesy romantic and he’s very kinda against pda, but behind closed doors the scenario is totally different. HE IS YOUR BABY. >.< a smol babie who loves to be held, to be kissed, to be showered with love and praises. He’s obviously not gonna admit it, but he loves affection. Thus, all the time you find him laying his head on your chest and his hands and legs wrapped around you tightly. He’s very playful sometimes and tickles your neckline with his hair and..even kisses there intimately 😳 to make you go i n s a n e. He’s so smug everytime he can make you blush, istg. 😏♡

☆ 𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗣𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨- jungwon is very considerate, caring, responsible and is always trying to help you and take care of you in one way or another. So, he will definitely pack your bag for you that be for college or for work and leave all your essentials there carefully. He’s also gonna sneak in some of your favourite snack bars in case you need them to make you smile and lend you some energy! <3

☆ 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗦- he is the one who is always checking up on you and makes sure you remain healthy. So no matter how busy he is, he’s gonna sneak in a text or a call just to ask you if you’ve eaten your meals yet or not. He’s such a sweetheart, you have no idea. :’)

☆ 𝗖𝗢𝗭𝗬 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦- jungwon LOVES watching movies and drama and when that is paired with the love of his life, it’s like a dream come true for him. He snuggles you like his personal plushie on the couch, and with a bag of snacks he sits down to watch movies with you for hours. He’s gonna be so excited about these favourite moments together that he might even feed you and shower you with kisses that’s so unlike himself. Babyboy is awfully giggly and happy the whole time. Don’t even move please, just remain there inside his arms and be his partner!! >.< <3

☆ 𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦 & 𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗘- jungwon is low-key obsessed with kissing your neck. That be just soft innocent pecks or steamy kisses in your most sensitive areas, anything works for him. 🫣 he loves to trace his wet lips along your collarbones and let his mouth linger on your skin a little longer than needed to make you shiver from his action. When he’s feeling himself, he likes to suck areas around your neck and let his kiss deepen and linger on your flesh but all of his kisses usually end with him laughing and tickling your neck with his nose. He’s a mischievous little brat so his romantic side only lasts about 5 seconds lol. But those 5 seconds are enough to burn you to ashes with temptation and greed. 🫦

☆ 𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗧- this is one of his hottest habits I swear. Draping his arms around your lower waist tightly and gripping your hips to bring you close to his face and kiss you. He moves his hands around your waist so seductively, in such a possessive and romantic manner that the gesture leaves you breathless and panting for extra air in your lungs. 😳

☆ 𝗘𝗬𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗦- you know the kind of gaze that burns through the layers of your skin and burns you alive? That’s the kind of intimate and intimidating gaze jungwon has. It’s like his beautiful eyes can speak to you, they deliver to you all the love confessions his heart has for you but his mouth doesn’t speak. His eyes also deliver for you his want and desperation, his longing to hold you close and dear to him all the time. Eyes are windows to the soul, and you know exactly what you mean to him the moment you look inside those starry eyes.

☆ 𝗕𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗕- yang jungwon loves to tempt you. Loves to see you make a move or initiate any kind of skinship. But even more so, he loves your lips so much. He finds them so plush and pretty and most times, he can’t avert his eyes from your mouth. That’s why he strokes them in gentle motions with his thumb from blind awe and admiration. His breaths become paced and eyes become hazy, and he’s leaning in closer to your face and just taking in your beauty till it fills up every cell inside him.

☆ 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨- it boosts jungwon’s pride sm when you express first hand how much you crave for him, especially when it’s his kisses you’re whining for. He will kiss you along the sides of your mouth but never on your lips directly, just to watch you frown displeasingly and pull his collar and kiss him of your own accord. He finds it super cute and just liquifies right then and there. The type to start giggling in between the kisses when that happens! 🤭

☆ 𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗔𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠- since he’s someone who doesn’t get touchy with you, he stares at you like a lovesick person whenever you’re in one place. He smiles at you, but most of all looks at you like a person who’s struck by your beauty like lightning. Wide eyes, rosy cheeks, and mouth agape.

☆ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦 𝗧𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥- jungwon loves cupping your face with both his hands and press your foreheads together lovingly. He closes his eyes and just lets your breaths intertwine. It’s such a soothing and pure act that it leaves your heart fluttering for decades.

☆ 𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗟- jungwon and his hot romantic boyfriend agenda. He loves pinning your wrists against the wall or whatever surface is behind you to kiss you deeply and pass over his silent dominance over you. You belong to him and him alone, and his actions prove that in every way. The way he wraps his fingers around your wrists make you feel weak in the knees. When you guys argue over something, he does this too, just randomly pushes you against the wall and brings his face closer to yours and goes like “yeah now continue.” cause he KNOWS what heart-damaging effect he has on you.

☆ 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦- you’re bound to find tiny love notes folded inside your bag, inside your phone case and sticky notes stuck to your bedside lamps. Jungwon finds it hard to verbally say it out loud what you mean to him so he writes small love notes to give you reminders about his love. Mind you, they won’t be really cheesy and the loving words would mostly be scribbled lmao bc he cringes hard (yeah very yang jungwon style of affection haha)

☆ 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗𝗘𝗥- jungwon’s most intimate type of kisses are the ones he plants on your bare shoulder. He loves to kiss the place beside your collarbone so much that he might even pull down the material of your sweatshirt or top just to land a soft kiss with his plush lips. He’s always tugging your tank top straps and pulling them down momentarily to kiss the sweet spot and even brushes his nose against your sensitive skin only to shower the place with kisses again. He finds it oddly comforting and will always reach out to kiss that place on your shoulder first. His mouth lingers on that place way more than needed, his soft lips tracing up and down to every inch and cranny.

☆ 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗘𝗔𝗥- he loves blowing into your ear to catch you off guard and tease you. You will be studying or doing a chore and he will show up outta nowhere and blow inside your ear and laugh at the way you get goosebumps. He is laughing and running around the house now, with you chasing him for revenge!!

☆ 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗦- yang jungwon and his ocassional clingy era 😮‍💨 he is NOT a clingy person but when he is, he doesn’t even let you MOVE because he has his legs wrapped around you, holding you tightly in place with him. You wanna go grab your charger? No. You wanna get up to drink water? NO. I mean nothing you do can make him remove himself from you, he’s attached and glued to you 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 and nuzzling inside your warmth like a lil baby kitty, so what can you even do now except for let him cling to your body? >~<

☆ 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗬 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦- this is what totally happens when he comes back home from a long tour around and has missed you like crazy. Your once in a blue moon opportunity, with intense, heating kisses of his sheer dominance and needy love. Your wrists pinned above your head, his body pressed to yours tightly and his mouth totally inside yours. His lips burning with fierce passion and his tongue darting over your lips and inside your mouth, making you feel weak in the knees and unable to maintain your posture. That’s the kind of kisses he ends up giving you sometimes, the ones that leave you panting for air, begging for more. Where only yang jungwon and yang jungwon alone exists in your world and everything else completely wipes out.

☆ 𝗕𝗨𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗥-𝗖𝗢 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦- jungwon will definitely buy colour co-ordinated clothes with you. Especially the colours baby blue and beige. He would love to go out with you wearing similar coloured fits and have the feels of a romantic couple. He smiles so much at you and stares at you more than usual and just blushes blushes and blushes everytime he looks at you two in the mirror. Will go out of his way to even compliment you a lot.

☆ 𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦- mhmm so this. I feel like he’s gonna develop a habit of sneaking in his hands underneath the material of your clothes just to caress your bare flesh with his palms and fingers, especially your tummy and waist areas and your thighs. He loves the feel of your exposed, raw skin underneath his touch, the warmth of your body seeping inside him with every stroke. He’s gonna even sleep with his hands placed securely around your tummy for a good night’s sleep and even sweeter dreams. 🤭

☆ 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗣𝗢𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗩𝗘 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨- is he even yang jealous jungwon if he isn’t possessive over you?😏 oh pls he gets so low-key jealous everytime you’re mingling with anyone more than needed. Cause this boy is already frowning and glaring at them displeasingly and trying his best to come up with an excuse to steal you from them. Will deny being jealous if you confront him and kiss you to shut you up huh. 💋

☆ 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗜𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣- this is 100% his thing. It goes without saying that he’s bashful to initiate kisses with you, so when you’re asleep he can do that with ease. He’s totally the type of boyfriend who loves to lay down beside you and just admire your beautiful resting face and fall in love with you more during the process. Tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear and brushing your cheeks and jaw with his fingers before placing a gentle kiss everywhere on your face including your eyelids. When you’re deep in your sleep, he even whispers I love yous in your ear out of overbearing love. 🤍

☆ 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗔 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗬 (If you’re older than him)- this is completely self explanatory for me, but if you’re older than him and y’all dating, he would love to flirtily address you as “noona” in his raspy voice to make you blush and stutter. Especially if he knows how much you love him calling you that. This brat does it right in your ear with an intentional low voice to send chills down your spine. 😳

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🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒'𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖿! ^_^ 𝖽𝗈 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀/𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀/ 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 :)

Tagging : @boowoowho @wonieweb @miraculouspabu @unh0ly-dr3am3r @yjjungwon my jungwon ladies! <3

@miyoung07 @kpoproyal @cloudcutter

[wroteclassicaly]

A/N: I felt inspired after finishing the series this morning, so I bring you… whatever this is? I definitely wanna write a secondary part to it, but here’s a shorter drabble for now, which includes character dialogue that I’m nervous about. Hopefully it’s okay? There’s some language and fluffy content, but nothing that’s really too NSFW right at the moment. However, it is based off the handcuffs on Eddie’s wall, soooooo.

Have a good night/day! - Kristen <3

~*~

A crackling charge across your spine, pulled back into your world, Eddie’s stained sheets below your back, a wet tongue slicks around one parched mouth. He offers a calloused set of digits, ring pressing into your thumb-pad—the barest brush. He isn’t prepared for gravity, and neither are you, uncoordinated feet colliding, your sternum smashing into his ribcage. Is Eddie Munson really that much taller than you? You spare one last glance at your comrades behind you, that disgusting squelch coming from the gaping plaster above.

A delicious warmth is still keeping you flush to them, a devilish creature embroidered above, the letters Hellfire Club surrounding it in your eye-line.

Oh. Eddie.

Your cowardice dissipates, your gaze mustering a look-up, met with his chocolate brown irises. He’s watching you as if he’s been caught with both hands in the cookie jar. But there’s something—a certainty—that you’ve learned about Eddie Munson in all your observant years, it is that he’s rebellious. If he’s staring at you, it might not be so subtle. But then again, you’ve just fell back into his home from another dimension, covered in dirt and bat guts, trembling from exertion and nerves.

And a whole hell of a lot more, if I’m being honest here…

Something inside you shifts, your hands gripping Eddie’s leather jacket sleeves, the noise an echoing bunch. His brow crinkles, a sweat bead matting a strand of his shaggy hair to his forehead. The urge you fight to remove that is a colossal victory. Your throat is dry, speech lurking beneath the surface of your lungs, but unable to come to fruition. Dustin, Max, Lucas, Erica & Robin, they’re all standing in a circle, expectantly awaiting Steve and Nancy to follow you and Eddie.

He steers you to the side, not releasing his hold.

Eddie’s tone is raspy, question so fucking soft, like a damned honey butter coating his entire voice. “You okay?”

You are zeroed in on his plump lips, his earth smeared jugular, trying to remember that you’re in a life or death ordeal, people are tilting towards violent endings, two of your bestfriends are still in the Upside Down, but you are aching to kiss Eddie Munson. Whatever this is, shockingly, he is catching your wave and riding in on familiarity. A shared grin that breaks his mouth. You nod your answer, brows pinched together, head tilting. “Yeah, you?”

“Oh, you know, Y/N. Wanted man, hottest thing in Hawkins to hunt in over a decade, just came from another dimension that is apparently redecorating my ceiling right now,” He pauses, a cute little crinkling of his nose. “Could also use a beer… or six. But other than that—“

Steve’s loud shouting pleas break the moment, your blood runs cold, icing your flesh into prickling goosebumps, hands releasing Eddie immediately.

Nancy.

~*~

Everyone else is perched in their places, forging makeshift weapons, whilst you taste every last meal you’ve had in the past week, coming up.

This doesn’t feel okay.

You’ve finished your tasks, trash can lid and sharpened broom handle that is wrapped in barbed wire, discarded at your side. They pale in comparison to anything else your group has come up with, but you’re not exactly an expert in this shit, regardless of how long you’ve known everyone.

Except Eddie. You pinch and pull at several grass blades, staring off into the trees, thinking about these wasted years he would’ve fit in with everyone, but your paths didn’t cross, despite you both being seniors. Well, Eddie, a—is it his second or third time as a senior, you wonder?

“Listen,” Robin interjects over your internal monologue, suddenly dropping down beside you. “We can all relax out here—I mean, who can actually relax though, with a big evil that is threatening to swallow us all and burn our world to the ground, that’s one thing to consider, but—“

“Robin!” You break from your forest-focused reverie, eyes rolling in annoyance. “The point. Get to it.”

“Right, I’m doing it again, huh?”

You simply sigh, snapping your fingers together to rid them of grass fragments. “Mhm-hmm.”

“Like I was saying, we can all do what we’re doing out here and you and Eddie can go play footsie under the table inside our new ride.” That self-satisfying, non-judgmental, cute—albeit— annoying, Robin Buckley grin shelved into her lips.

Your heart lurches into your ass, body shifting in discomfort.

“I’ve been around enough heterosexual dilemmas all day, okay? Spare me the reassurance that you aren’t staring Eddie Munson down. Besides, if he knew what you took from his bedroom, he’d probably be totally on board.” She whispers that last part, patting your shoulder, before dusting herself off and standing.

Your cheeks are cherry red, Robin pressing a finger to her lips. “You know about my love life, or lack thereof, and I am all too aware that you, the ever-innocent Y/N, stole an item from the resident metalhead’s house.”

Robin likes girls, you and Steve are the only ones privy to that info, and apparently, she has been catching your unveiled vibes towards Eddie.

Great.

She gives you one last shoulder rub, her voice less teasing this time. “Seriously, Y/N. Consider my footsie proposition, because I’m pretty sure he’s feeling it too.”

And she retreats, back to Steve and their fiery cocktail ensembles.

Your jean pocket sways with a burn, the object nestled into fabrics and frayed threading.

She’s right…

“Looks like you’re all prepared, Lady Guinevere.” A deep voice accentuates your thoughts, Reeboks flooding your vision, ring clad hands reaching for the ground beside you to settle his body down. He reclines on his palms, shifting his head back to ease an invisible tension, one ankle crossing over the other, legs stretched out, that black denim encasing them. His chain rests at his thigh, and god help you, you can’t stop staring at him. Reminding yourself that you should probably say something, it comes a little easier than anticipated.

“Didn’t she just marry Arthur and have affairs or something? I’m not big on mythology.”

Eddie shrugs, opening one large doe eye as he looks your way. “I’d like to think she was poised in potential battle, unsuspecting, but just as deadly. Makes for a better story to tell the kids these days, huh?”

You can’t stop the chortle that escapes, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll be real deadly with a broom handle and some wire.”

Eddie’s vision trickles to your weapon, a finger poking at the end. “Seems sharp enough to poke an otherworldly, dimensional creature’s eye out to me.”

“As is your invention.” You rave, knuckles rasping against the metal trashcan lid by your other side.

Eddie beams, a bravado attempting to keep. It’s a comfortable silence that neither of you fight, another metaphorical clock signaling how much longer it’ll be before you run out of time to do anything. Then the Spring air gives way to a shift, nudging Eddie’s spicy, cigarette smoke aroma your direction. Everyone’s voices sound far off, the atmosphere cut, sectioning you and Eddie into a beckoning privacy. Your fingers fiddle, dance around, finally dipping into your pocket, producing a vice grip that is cool and slick around the metal.

Your body’s expanse is flaming in shame, anxiousness chattering your bones to a brittle quaking. You give a mental ‘fuck it’, voice damp with a very molten heat. “Hey, Eddie?”

It’s terrifyingly addictive in how fast his attentions are gained by your two words. You don’t waste anymore time, lifting the metal handcuffs. They dangle in the air, swing in the breeze, sunlight glinting off them, reflecting your sin. Eddie doesn’t say anything, an eerily botching to your decision to let him in on the fact of your little petty crime. When it’s almost too fucking much, when your insides are charred to a searing, ears rustling with static—Eddie crowns you with a response.

“Did you swipe these from my room, Y/N?”

He isn’t oblivious to that answer, but his tone is suggestive in a satiated dedication to hearing you verbalize what he now knows. Two of Eddie’s fingers swipe up to grab the other cuffs’ end, pitching a clasp, his rings making a noise upon collusion, tongue pressing to his teeth—sucking. You can’t read him, eyes darting rapidly to gauge his stance.

“Eddie, I’m—“

He bull dozes your reasoning try, brows perching into a secretive settle.

“Don’t apologize for something we both know you’re not sorry for.”

~*~

Tagging:

@littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson @lovelylangdonx

[wren-kitchens]

past, present and future (with you)

WOO EMPIRES/DOUBLE LIFE FIC

the odds of me completing this entire thing are slim but for the time being imma try lmao

jimmy is frantically searching for string for a fishing rod when there’s a loud knock at his door. he grins, just knowing joel is gonna be there to launch him into the sky again and remembering the last time he tried.

he closes the chest and walks over to the door, but when he opens it he isn’t greeted with the regular sight of the god that is too tall to fit in his porch. instead, there’s a man with red eyes, blonde hair and a tail. definitely not joel.

the man looks slightly surprised when he sees jimmy. he notices that the man’s face is flushed with heat, so he’s probably not from around here.

“um, hi, sorry to bother you.” the man says, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. “but i heard that you found a giant fossil recently?”

“I did.” jimmy nods, slightly proud. “do you know pixlriffs?”

“yeah, he told me about it.” the man says. “I was wondering if you’d show me it?”

“‘course!” jimmy smiles, walking out of the doorway, closing his door behind him. “what’s your name?”

“i’m tango.” he says, following jimmy.

“i’m jimmy. nice to meet you.” jimmy says. “where are you from?”

“oh, nowhere around here.” tango says. 

jimmy waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t so he leaves it.

“you’re an archeologist?” jimmy asks as they walk. it should be awkward, but somehow it’s not. 

“not technically.” tango says. “it’s just interesting, you know? like, you never know what was happening here thousands of years ago. heck, this place could have been lush and green a thousand years ago.”

“I don’t reckon I could imagine this place as anything else.” jimmy says, looking around at the dry mountains of clay and sand that surrounds the town. “but yeah, you make a good point. I mean, this whole valley could have been a massive lake.”

tango nods enthusiastically, apparently pleased jimmy is interested. “yeah! like you could just find anything in here, buried in the sand.”

jimmy can’t help but smile. tango reminds jimmy of himself; often ignored or teased, so always happy when someone shares his interests.

“well, I mean, if you know anything about finding fossils.” jimmy shrugs, trying not to look like he cares too much (and probably failing based off tango’s excited expression). “you could come ‘round and show me how.”

tango grins. “that’d be awesome!”

jimmy feels his own face flush. well, it is a hot day. “c’mon, the mines are just this way.”

when they reach the fossil, tango is amazed by how authentic it is. (jimmy accidentally-on-purpose forgets to tell him that they had to replace the diamonds inside it).

“can you imagine how big of a creature this could have been?” tango’s face is so close to the glass, he has to wipe the condensation away with his sleeve. “if this was the size of the ribcage..” he trails off, apparently lost in thought.

jimmy doesn’t realise he’s staring until a rock falls from a ledge and he almost jumps out of his skin. he’s very thankful when tango doesn’t look up— he’s supposed to be the sheriff for crying out loud, a stone falling shouldn’t scare him that much.

“oh, hello.”

jimmy turns so fast he accidentally hits pixl with one of his wings. 

“jesus, you scared me.” he says. “oh- sorry.” he notices he’s covered pix in yellow feathers.

“it’s fine.” pixl says, brushing the feathers off. “I scare a lot of people.”

“you are incredibly quiet.” jimmy puts a hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing. “what are you doing here?”

“well, i was visiting the fossil.” pixl says. “hey tango.” he adds.

“hi!” tango waves.

jimmy’s face heats up when he realises tango has seen the entire thing. he’s smiling in an amused way, but not it’s mocking. that’s good, right? he doesn’t want to ruin tango’s first impression of him.

“I can’t believe this is so exposed.” tango is saying to pixl. “it’s perfect for display already without excavation.”

“yeah, I mean we definitely struck lucky here.” pix agrees.

“and are all the diamonds naturally formed?” tango asks.

“they are.” pixl says. jimmy is incredibly relieved that he doesn’t tell tango what happened. “I think whatever creature this was might have had some kind of magic.”

“well, it’s a pretty magical world.” jimmy says, and the two turn to look at him. “we’ve got witches, we’ve got gods.”

pixl nods. “very true. you know, there’s evidence that there used to be ocean gods walking the earth. no one’s entirely sure how they died— from what we can infer, they were incredibly powerful.”

“ocean gods?” jimmy’s eyes widen. “how did you find out about them?”

“well, we think they existed.” pixl says, looking slightly surprised to have gotten jimmy’s full attention. “recently we’ve been finding some things washed up on the shore that look centuries old.”

“like what?” jimmy has to force himself not to jump when tango seemingly appears next to him. why is he so twitchy suddenly?

“so far we’ve found what seems to be prismarine from at least a millennia ago.” pixl says. “it doesn’t spawn naturally, and we know it’s not from a sea temple just by doing some tests.”

“so you’re saying that there could be remnants of a fallen kingdom in this world?” jimmy asks.

“more than one kingdom, we think.” pixl says. “we’ve found ancient carvings in the jungle, we’ve found preserved clothing in the swamp mud. heck, we’ve even found what we think are parts of statues right here in the mesa.”

“in the mesa?” jimmy says. “you mean, we could have statues from an ancient kingdom in the mesa?”

“it’s pretty likely.” pixl nods. “why, you interested?”

“am I!” jimmy exclaims. 

“I can show you how to excavate things if you want.” tango says to him. “maybe I could come over in the next week?”

“that’d be amazing!” jimmy grins. 

“does it matter what time?” tango asks. 

“as long as it’s in daylight hours.” jimmy chuckles. “i’m gonna head back now, do you want me to show you the way out?”

tango nods. “i’ll stay here with pixl for a little longer, if that’s alright?”

“of course.” jimmy smiles. “i’ll see you around.” he waves and flies off.

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

heyyy can i request an austin imagine? the reader is a famous singer and she doesnt have the best reputation however she gets with austin butler and everyone tries to warn him and to stay away from her and when theyre out the paparazzi say something like “shes not good for you!” or “shes taking advantage of you!” and then when they get home the reader cant control her sob that was hanging in her throat and she starts crying and austin comforts her

Starstruck

tw: none! ||  word count: 875 ||  rating: pg

A/N: nonnie you have been so incredibly patient with me haha. you were one of my first requests + i apologize for taking literally forever to get your request out, but i hope you enjoy it!

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“Y/N! Over here! Give us a smile please! When can we expect your new album?”

“Soon! I’m recording next week!”

You spin toward the paparazzi and flash your sexiest smile, propping your hand on your hip. As you turn more to satisfy the blinding flashing lights and loud shouts, you suddenly feel fingers sliding over the silk of your waist. A smirk spreads across your face. You bend your neck slightly to glance back at the tall blondie sliding in behind you.

“Hi hot stuff,” Austin says into your ear in a low raspy voice.

“Oh, hi there,” you reply in a sultry tone. You wiggle your fingers down on his back, lighting tapping his bum with a smirk.

“You look incredible tonight, baby,” he says, and you flip around to pose with him for a few photos. You drape your fingers over his chest on the exposed skin between the two open flaps of his white top.

“You’re not looking too shabby yourself.”

You both look at each other, sharing a smile and wandering eyes that drop down to each other’s lips.

“Y/N what do you have to say about the rumors that you cheated on Alex?” one of the paparazzi yells.

You freeze, your smile dropping. You falter for a moment, but Austin’s hand on your back steadies you. You smile through the nerves, pretending you hadn't heard him.

“Austin how do you know you can trust Y/N after her previous cheating allegations? Are you concerned that she’ll do the same to you?” another paparazzi shouts.

Your entire body tenses up as you glance up at Austin. You can see him clenching his jaw, but he responds calmly.

“No. I’m not. Because I don’t think she ever did in the first place. Rumors are rampant in Hollywood. Just cause they go around doesn't mean they're true.

A slight sense of relief passes over you but fades quickly as you get ushered inside for the screening. You feel your palms growing sweaty and cold. A deep feeling of dread settles into your chest, pressing on your ribcage. You are meant to go take your seat, but hang back, gently pulling on Austin’s sleeve.

“You go on in,” you say shakily. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll meet you in there.”

And before he has a chance to respond, you spin on your heel and rush into the bathroom. As you stuff yourself into a stall, your eyes start to release hot tears. You wipe them away as soon as they fall, trying not to ruin your makeup.

It has been a very difficult stretch for you. Your most recent album has been a huge hit and you couldn't be more proud. You had been in a committed relationship with your ex-partner for several years. But for almost an entire year you’d left for the European leg of your tour and had made a mistake that will seem to haunt you forever. You have hoped with every fiber of your being that everyone would just move on after the story had been leaked, blown up, and destroyed your relationship and public image.

But they hadn't moved on. You had become synonymous with the word “cheater” and the bright red bold letters plastered all over your face on magazine covers and online articles had all but destroyed your reputation.

Luckily, in recent months, you’ve heard almost nothing about it and have been thinking that you’re finally in the clear. Apparently not.

You sniff a few times, grabbing some toilet paper to dab at your eyes before leaving the bathroom. You stop in front of the mirror to refresh yourself. As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you falter, seeing Austin sitting on the bench outside of the screening room. He stands when he sees you, approaching to grab your hands.

“Are you alright, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah these Cannes photographers are just… hardcore,” you reply nervously. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as more emotion washes over you.

He cups your face in his hands.

“Listen, love, I don’t believe a goddamn word they say,” he whispers, stroking your cheek.

“You should, though,” you reply even quieter. You sniff but it’s not enough to hold back the flood that crashes through the dam.

“No, no, baby,” he mutters, dragging you over to the bench. “Everything’s alright, my love. Everything is just fine.”

“I already don't have the best reputation,” you wail through tears. “And now everyone thinks that a cheater is all I am! Just because I was trapped in a loveless relationship and made a mistake! It was just an accident, Austin! I’m not a cheater, and I would never, ever cheat on you. I love you so much! More than any love I’ve ever experienced!”

He pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back.

“I know, babe, I know,” he says, “I believe you. And hey…”

He lifts your face up to his, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He lifts your lips to his, gently kissing you. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on yours. 

“I love you so much,” he presses a kiss to your cheekbone. “And nothing will ever change that.”

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🦋 mila