#can anyone hear me I keep typing words god knows what they mean

[lesbianfakir]

The reason fakir and mytho ended up like that is because they have a master/guard dog dynamic but mytho is physically incapable of giving orders/leashing the dog so it’s left to run wild. Without a proper structure the dog begins to panic and starts growling at everything, even the master

This is not character analysis so much as speculation but I know in my heart what doomed fakir and mytho to That dynamic in season 1 is that mytho can’t be a little bossy like. fakir gets the rep for being controlling but he has such an intense vibe of someone who wants to be bossed around and in the absence of a proper structure for him he is floundering. The boy puts up a big show of being independent and doing things his way and then he literally drops everything to do whatever Duck wants forever. If mytho was like a teeny tiny bit more assertive and ordered fakir around it LITERALLY would’ve fixed him and solved like 90% of the interpersonal drama they had in season 1 in this essay I will—

[dearaceofhearts]

you walk out after an argument

characters: husk, alastor, angel dust, vox, lucifer word count: 2.9k genre: angst to fluff summary: after an argument with them, you walk out and don't come back for a few days. how do they react? author's note: hello yes this is my first time actually posting something. erm, i think i wrote too much (sorry) but hey we roll with it!! also dude i accidentally posted this before it was ready twice and i had a heart attack oh my god. anyways i don't think vox's is really fluff (oops) but everyone else's is

♡ husk

when you slam the door shut on your way out, husk lets out a low grumble, setting down the glass he was cleaning onto the bar counter with a quiet sigh. it was one of the first arguments you'd had in a long time. although he wasn't usually one to get riled up so easily, the two of you knew each other well enough to know just what buttons to push to get under the other's skin. that, alongside him already having a bad day, had been a recipe for disaster.

in the few days that pass by, it's hard to tell just how affected he is by your absence since he does a pretty good job of keeping a cool facade. to anyone looking, he wouldn't appear any different than usual, just idly cleaning bottles as he always does.

but it's the small things that give away just how much husk cares and worries for you, like how his eyes flicker towards the door whenever someone comes in, his ears perking up slightly. he hates the twinge of disappointment that follows when it's not you, a slight scowl curling at his lips as he takes a swig of alcohol from one of the many bottles on the shelves of the bar. he misses talking to you. you're his favourite drinking buddy, after all.

his gaze always seems to wander back to the front door of the hotel, lingering for just a little too long before he eventually turns back to the bar, expression settling back into its usual grouchiness. but underneath that lies a hint of worry that gnaws at him in the back of his mind, even though he knows you're more than capable of handling yourself. at the end of the day, you can never be too careful in hell.

husk won't force you to come back, but he just wants to know that you're safe and sound. he trusts that you'll come back when you're ready so that the two of you can talk it over and hopefully resolve things. he doesn't want to leave it like this, and he's sure you don't either. you mean a lot more to him than he'd like to admit.

when you decide to finally return to the hotel, he pauses upon catching sight of you stepping through the doorway. he can't help the small wave of relief that washes over him, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the way he smoothly resumes restocking the bar. when you approach the counter, he looks up, giving you a short nod. "hey." he greets you, tone surprisingly softer than you're used to, "you're back."

husk's not really the type to beat around the bush, so he'd likely address the argument pretty quickly. he's also not particularly one for verbal apologies, so he'd probably be more willing to show it through his actions. you see it in the way he lets you cling to him a little longer than he normally does, leaning into him as he wordlessly holds you, his tail loosely curling around your leg. if you listen closely, you can hear some faint purring, too. it makes you smile slightly.

"alright, 'nuff of this sappy stuff." husk grumbles after a few more moments, patting your back gently before pulling back. "i'd kill for a drink right now. care to join me?" he raises a brow, a familiar glint in his eyes as he slides back behind the counter, already moving to make what he knows is your favourite drink.

you grin as you meet his eyes, expression softening. "of course. i'd love nothing more."

♡ alastor

"you're not listening, al." you murmur, exhaling quietly. this makes him pause for a moment, head tilted. your voice sounds different to what he's used to — you're not even angry, no — you just sound... tired. the argument had been going on for a while, and neither of you were getting through to the other.

when you move to leave, he makes no move to stop you, simply watching you with an intent gaze. his voice rings out clear as day in the empty silence. "where do you think you're going, my dear?"

he falters ever so slightly when you turn back to face him with a sturdy, stern gaze, responding with a flatly spoken "out", leaving no room for anything more to be said before closing the door behind you with a quiet click.

alastor won't chase after you, because he expects that you'll come back to him of your own accord. to him, it's basically guaranteed how this'll play out. he's used to demons falling right into his hands without having to exert much effort on his end, and believes that this would be no different.

so when a few days pass by with you not approaching him at all, he finds himself slightly irritated and mildly perplexed, eyes narrowed as his clawed finger taps against his cane with idle impatience. why haven't you sought him out yet?

he's seen you around the hotel, but you've never once acknowledged his presence even if the two of you were in the same room, breezing past him while he's left staring, watching you converse with everyone except him. his eye twitches in irritation, the perpetual smile on his lips strained.

...eventually, after playing a long waiting game to no avail, he decides that perhaps rosie would be able to offer some helpful advice on how to approach this situation, since he's not used to actually handling delicate emotional matters without the— well, the manipulation and deal-making.

one of the main issues is his massive ego. it's that unfaltering pride that gets in the way of him apologising. he may be the radio demon, but all that power can't help him here. and he'd never openly admit to such, but he truly is at somewhat of a loss here. he's already tried most things that he's sure would usually make you forgive him, though for a reason unbeknownst to him, it's not working this time.

"oh alastor," rosie shakes her head with a small huff, "a lady's heart is to be treated with care." she lends some further words of wisdom and encouragement that he listens to with great attentiveness, since he does (begrudgingly) enjoy your company, and it would be a shame if it was lost over such a, in his eyes, trivial matter.

upon his return to the hotel, he manages to get you to sit down with him (after much polite pestering and insistence) to have a chat over some tea. when all is said and done, the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. you sip your tea, watching the blazing fires of hell from the balcony.

"refill?" alastor offers, glancing at you briefly through a sip of his own tea.

"much appreciated." you hum, legs crossed as you throw him a small, slack smile.

♡ angel dust

his frustration slowly fizzles out as the door closes behind you, and the guilt slowly starts to creep in. he knows he shouldn't have said what he did, and he wants nothing more than to apologise and make it up to you — but he understands that it's probably better to give you some time to cool off before trying to approach you again.

despite the argument and the harsh words exchanged between you, the fact that he cares for you with his whole heart will never change, and he hopes you know that too.

while you're away, angel always finds his thoughts drifting to you, wondering how you're doing. are you eating okay? are you drinking enough? sleeping enough? with a shake of his head and a small sigh, he tries his best to return his focus back to the task at hand, whatever it may be.

he knows you can take care of yourself perfectly fine, but he just... misses you. the guilt eats away at him when he's reminded of the look on your face when you left, the brief glimmer of hurt in your eyes before you masked it with anger and tore your gaze away.

one particular night, angel heads over to your room in the hotel out of habit, not really thinking about it when he raises a fist to knock on the door. he had been hoping to spend some time with you, since today had been a particularly rough day for him. he's also been craving for one of your sleepover nights for a while, those nights where you two would stay up to talk about anything and everything until dawn rises. those times were comforting for him — a rare moment of respite in his life.

but then he stops abruptly, remembering that you're not there. he lets his hand fall back to his side, expression quietly downcast. he stands alone in the silent, empty hallway. has it always been this cold?

after a few days, he's just about damn ready to go looking for you, making his way down the stairs as he prepares to head out. he's so focused that he almost misses the sight of you seemingly casually sitting at the bar, nursing a drink in your hands whilst exchanging low murmurs with husk.

he freezes momentarily, taking a deep breath. while he mentally debates with himself whether to approach you or not, husk notices him hesitating on the staircase. he catches angel's gaze, giving him a subtle nod. that's all the affirmation angel needs.

he slides on his usual relaxed demeanour, though it's a little weaker than normal, as he approaches you. he's admittedly a little nervous, but he's determined to work things out with you. he puts a gentle hand on your shoulder to catch your attention. "hey, darlin'. can i talk to you for a minute?"

the two of you head back to your room, where heartfelt apologies are exchanged and a long overdue conversation takes place. at some point during the talk, his hand had found its way on top of yours, thumb brushing over your skin gently. at the end of it all, he gives you a small, content smile. "...baby, you have no idea just how much i adore you." he whispers into the quiet, running his fingers through your hair comfortingly as your head rests on his shoulder.

it was an unspoken agreement that tonight was going to be a sleepover night. prepare for lots of cuddling and gentle, soft kisses.

♡ vox

he's the type to go "ha, see if i care!" when you leave, but he'll still check on you occasionally through the various cameras and electronics around the city — he swears it's just because he's making sure the new limited edition voxtek product he had given to you isn't damaged.

(...it's totally because he's looking out for you, by the way. even if it's only a little. you are his darling, after all. and uh, you'll never know what happened to that guy who tried to hit on you that one time).

(vox made sure not even a trace of that bastard remained).

his obnoxious pride makes him reluctant to reach out first. that, and he's a petty little shit. so everyone around him, whether that be the other vees or his employees, is stuck dealing with his foul mood. he's become even more irritable and susceptible to lashing out than usual since you left.

he'd rather die than admit it, but you were a calming presence in his life that he hadn't realised he needed until you were gone. he hates just how much power you have over him, though you may or may not realise it. he's supposed to be the one in charge. when did you manage to sneak into his heart? his mind is occupied with thoughts of you.

and it only frustrates him more, because you're not here.

all his employees are left on edge, even more so when he takes his anger out on some poor soul who had gotten the numbers wrong on the report they handed in. "clean this mess up." vox snaps, glowering as he fixes the cuffs of his sleeves. the demon at the door hurriedly moves to do as he says, not wanting to risk meeting the same fate.

"what? what are you looking at?" he turns, eyes narrowing at the rest of the employees who flinch, hastily turning their eyes back to the screens in front of them. "get back to work." he mutters sharply, an unspoken threat in his words.

his volatile temperament goes on for a while, until velvette decides she's finally had enough and sends you a (not so) polite text to resolve your little lover's spat before she takes matters into her own hands.

meanwhile, vox is in his office. nothing seems to be going his way, and he's just about to blow another fuse when you nonchalantly throw open the doors, inviting yourself in. he freezes, staring at you for a few moments. you raise a brow. "...so. i heard you were throwing another hissy fit."

vox scowls at that, grumbling under his breath. "oh yeah? and what'd you come back for, you prissy little princess?" he sneers, clawed fingers digging into the desk with a quiet screech. "couldn't go without me for long, huh?"

"ha. you wish that was the case." you scoff, rolling your eyes with a half-amused, irked smile curling at your lips. things escalate into another argument pretty quickly, with the two of you at each other's throats. he towers over you, eyes narrowing as his grin widens in mild irritation.

it's a back and forth for quite some time, until you get sick of it and grab him by the collar of his shirt, yanking him closer until you're glaring at one another face to face. "what the fuck do you think you're—" he starts, but he's quickly cut off when your lips crash into his. vox is stunned for a few moments but soon snaps out of it, swiftly returning your kiss with equal, if not more, ferocity and intensity.

"finally got you to shut up." you murmur, grinning as you part to catch your breath and release his shirt from your grasp. before you can pull back completely, however, his hand reaches up to rest against the back of your neck, the other firmly on your waist. it takes another long, drawn-out kiss for him to finally let you go — though not really, since he's still holding you close in his arms.

"...that was hot." he whispers breathlessly, staring down at you with a somewhat satisfied glint in his eyes. but you both know that there's more to come.

suffice to say, the two of you sorted things out.

♡ lucifer

he would regret everything almost instantly. lucifer realises just how badly he fucked up when you leave without looking back. he's not even quite sure what happened as he stands alone in the room, blinking as he's left to process everything on his own. his mind is a jumbled mess, and he can't think clearly.

all he can feel is a suffocating rush of fear as he snaps out of his daze and hurries after you, desperate to find you before you're gone. he doesn't want to take his chances. what if you don't come back? what if—

he had said things that he didn't mean, and now the weight of it all feels crushing on his shoulders. he's torn between wanting to reach out to apologise and giving you time to cool down. he doesn't want to be a bother, but also really wants to make things up to you.

most of all, he just wants reassurance that you'll come back to him and that he hasn't messed things up for good. he doesn't want to lose you. you're too precious to him for that, and he's mentally kicking himself for ever making you question your importance to him for even a second.

thankfully, you haven't gone too far so he's able to catch up to you, taking a hold of your wrist firmly. however, when you turn to look at him, he falters, the words dying in his throat. he swallows, softly clearing his throat as he scrambles to say something, anything to stop you from leaving. to reaffirm his love for you.

"...sweetheart, i'm so sorry," he whispers, expression twisted and heart heavy with remorse and sorrow as he brings you close, grip subconsciously tightening because he's afraid to let you go. "i'll do anything, i'll make it up to you, i—" he trails off, burying his face into your shoulder, "just, please... don't leave. i'm sorry."

you really can't stay mad at him for too long after seeing his genuine sincerity. he acknowledges his wrongs, wanting nothing more than to make up for his mistakes and make you feel as appreciated and cared for as you've made him feel over the course of you two knowing each other. you sigh gently, thumb lightly brushing over his cheek. "...alright, silly. let's go home."

his eyes light up at that, and he's reminded of just how grateful he is to have you here by his side as you guys make your way home together. he holds your hand the entire time.

after the two of you make up, you find that he'll leave little gifts and cute trinkets around for you despite your gentle assurances that he doesn't have to. he also gives you lots of forehead kisses. he just wants to make sure you never forget how much he loves you, and that you mean the world to him.

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[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (17/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: That's definitely not the goodbye you wanted.

Warnings: angst, jealousy, swear words

Word Count: 3.3k

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A/N: sorry for this shitty chapter and sorry for keeping you waiting! feedback is appreciated! love ya.

It's not long before Charles falls asleep next to you. 

You hear his soft breathing, the way the bedspread rustles as he slides his arm under the pillow and bends his right knee. Apparently he's lying on his stomach, snuggled tightly in the warmth of the bed you'll share for the second and last time. 

That Charles has grown so close to your heart in exactly three days is something you would never have thought was possible in your life.

After Raphael cheated on you and your friends let you down, you vowed to take better care of yourself and your heart and never let anyone into your life so easily again. You resigned yourself to the fact that you would spend the next time alone until you could put your trust in someone again. And that had been perfectly fine with you, as long as it had kept further pain at bay.  

But the brunette Monegasque, without making any particular effort, has walked into your life as if God personally had opened the gates for him, and has taken up residence with you as if he were a virus that is taking you over completely. 

You turn away from him, but you can still feel the warmth of his body through the many layers of fabric that lie between you. 

The fact that he will spend the next few days in Italy is a good start to building the wall that will keep your heart from great harm. It will create some distance between you, buy you more time in which to figure out your feelings. And if it really comes down to you feeling more than simple friendship for your roommate, you'll still have plenty of time to think of some way to handle the situation. 

You're about to press your face into your pillow so it can stop the whirlwind of thoughts in your head when your cell phone lights up. 

Lando: Did you know that the Eiffel Tower is about six inches taller in the summer than in the winter?

Confused, but grinning, you glance at the screen. It's the middle of the night - why is he sending you such a strange message at this late hour?

You cast a glance over your shoulder to make sure Charles is actually asleep before releasing the key lock, lowering your phone's brightness to its lowest setting, and starting to type. 

You: Didn't know that. Why is that?

The "seen" with the little checkmark appears directly under your sent message, and a few moments later the typical three dots that appear when a reply is composed flash. 

Lando: Due to thermal expansion, meaning the iron heats up, the particles gain kinetic energy and take up more space.

You have to smile, even suppress a giggle. 

You: You googled that for sure. 

Lando: You got me. I didn't know the best way to start a conversation. 

You: I'd say the middle of the night is generally not a good time to start a conversation. What if I had already been asleep?

Lando: Then you would have woken up confused for sure and blocked me right after the message. 

You: Then you're lucky I'm still awake. 

Lando: I'm definitely lucky. 

Behind you, Charles moves a little, but doesn't seem to wake up. You feel him scoot a tiny bit closer to you, as if he realizes you're still awake. 

Lando: Have you ever been to Paris?

You: Unfortunately not. I'd like to go there sometime, though. And you?

Lando: I've been there before. Maybe we can go there together? Then I can show you the most beautiful places. 

You have to grin. Straightforward guy he is. 

You: Do you really think I would just travel to Paris with a semi stranger?

Lando: You're right about that. But that can easily be changed. You and me, tomorrow, dinner at 8?

You feel Charles rest his hand on your bedspread. It's like he subconsciously realizes you're about to go out with one of his friends. He exhales deeply, but doesn't move any further. 

You: That was very smooth, Mr. Norris. 

Lando: So is that a yes?

Without giving it much thought, you answer the Brit with a "Yes, I'd love to," whereupon he responds with a "Great. I'll get back to you tomorrow. Don't stay up too late and sleep well" back. You press the key lock on your phone and put it back next to your pillow. 

Time you do have. Charles isn't around, and you don't have a job to go to every day, so your days are as free as the beach in winter. And for sure it will do you good to spend time with someone other than the Monegasque. Lando is nice and friendly and funny. And since the two of you don't live together, and the level at which you're getting to know each other is much more superficial than the one Charles and you are on right now, you shouldn't be in danger of taking him to your heart as quickly as your roommate.

Who by now has moved so close to you that you can feel his warm breath on the back of your neck. It's steady, coming in waves and brushing your skin like a warm summer breeze. For sure he is sleeping well, maybe even having a nice dream. He doesn't even know yet that it's the last time he'll sleep next to you.

You close your eyes, almost press your eyelids together and force yourself to fall asleep. With the ulterior motive that the person who is dearest to you right now is exactly the one with whom you will soon have to keep the most distance.

-

Something rustles. 

The sound is close, but not so close that it could find its origin right next to your ear. It also sounds muffled, as if there is a thick piece of soft cotton between the sound and your eardrum, so you can't really hear what exactly is making that sound. 

You press your face a little deeper into the pillow. 

The rustling becomes louder. 

Tired and with your eyes closed, you pull the blanket higher to your chin to cling to sleep. And for a brief moment it works, your mind slips back into a gentle slumber - until you hear a loud, unmistakable rumble. 

Annoyed and above all confused, you open your eyes. Your cell phone reads 6:15 a.m. Who's making that kind of noise at this hour?

You sit up abruptly, as if you've been electrocuted, and the covers fall into your lap. Charles.

For sure he is packing up the last things before he wants to wake you up. To say goodbye to you. You're surprised you didn't hear his alarm clock. For sure he only rang it once briefly before your roommate turned it off so it wouldn't wake you up. Very kind and considerate. 

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and slip into fuzzy socks so your feet don't freeze. As you tie your hair so it doesn't look like you've touched an electrical socket, you hear keys jingle. 

Charles wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to you, would he?

Hesitantly, you go to the door of the room and open it slowly to make sure he's still there. And indeed, he hasn't left the apartment yet. 

But he has shouldered his travel bag, his feet are in shoes, and the apartment door is open, as if he is about to take the first step out. When he hears you, he turns around. 

Confused and still slightly sleepy, you stand in the doorway. You point your finger at the large bag. "Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?" you ask him, rubbing the heels of your hands over your eyes. Damn, it's definitely too early to be awake. 

Your roommate steps unsteadily from one foot to the other. "I didn't mean to wake you." In his free hand, he holds his key. 

You screw up your face. "But you wanted to say goodbye." You cross your arms in front of your chest. "You said you'd set an alarm so you could get up on time and we could say goodbye properly."

The situation is strange. You're standing in the doorway to the room where Charles shared a bed with you, as he stands on the threshold that separates this apartment from the rest of the world. It feels like he's trying to escape from what's happening inside these four walls. Like he can't wait to leave and leave you here. 

He doesn't even want to say goodbye to you. 

"I know, but-" he begins, but doesn't seem to know how to finish the sentence, which is why he just falls silent. His gaze wanders from your face to the room behind you before he lowers it to his shoes. He swallows once before looking at you again. "Can we talk about this another time?" he asks quietly. "I have to go."

What happened in the last few hours you were asleep? Did you do something to make him want to run away from here? To want to flee from you? The way he's standing there, he seems like he can't wait to finally leave the apartment. As if he had to quickly put as many kilometers as possible between you. 

The fact that he doesn't want to talk to you about it unsettles you more than you'd like to admit.

When you were with Raphael, there were many arguments, after which you both went to bed without clearing up the situation or talking things out. That oppressive, stomach-churning feeling was so devastating and caused such nausea in you that you told yourself that you will never again let an argument or difficult situation just stand.

You don't want to go to bed angry. And you don't want anyone to go to bed angry and mad at you either. 

"Did I do something?" you ask, letting your arms, which were crossed just a moment ago, fall to your sides. As a sign that you're ready to face whatever may follow. "Talk to me, please, Charles."

Of course, neither of you would go to sleep now. But the very thought that you won't see each other again for another four days, and thus parting, leaves a bitter taste on your tongue. Which you naturally want to get rid of as quickly as possible. 

Demonstratively, he glances at his wristwatch. "I don't have time. Let's talk about it another time."

"It's 6:25. I thought you didn't have to leave until 7?"

He clenches his teeth. "I want to drive now." He's visibly tense, his hand almost tightening around the key. Charles doesn't want to drive. He wants to run. From you. And you don't know why. 

Somewhere inside you, a small crack is opening up, uncomfortable, pressing on the pit of your stomach. Your discomfort worsens with each passing moment. 

"What have I done?" you try again to get him to talk. You cross the room until you're standing in front of him. "Whatever it was - I'm sorry. I don't know what it is that I could have done that upset you so much. But I don't want you to leave now and be mad at me when we won't see each other again for another four days. Let's talk about it. Please."

It's almost pathetic how desperate you sound. Your voice trembles like it's going to break at any moment, and you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. You try to blink them away. 

There have been countless situations like this with Raphael. It was always you who wanted to solve an argument. The one who tried harder. Who sacrificed more. And it has brought nothing. 

Even though you two have only known each other for a few days, this argument is much worse. Because you don't know what you have done, and therefore you can't change anything. You can't find a solution here. 

Charles doesn't seem to care that you are on the verge of crying. His gaze is hard and cold as he looks down at you. He looks at you as if you were a stranger just standing in his apartment.

As you reach out to him, he takes the last step over the threshold. The small crack inside you grows larger, now seems to have reached your heart, forming a great chasm. The wall that has been built so far has been of no use. It is completely useless. 

"If you really want to talk to someone, why don't you talk to Lando?" His tone is icy and his gaze sprays venom. 

Lando?

Charles seems to have picked up on your confused look. Annoyed, he rolls his eyes, which stings you further. "Now don't act like that. He texted me in the middle of the night asking what culinary cuisine you prefer for your dinner tonight." He raises an eyebrow. "And here I thought you'd already had an extensive conversation about it. What was it again? Canned soup and BigMac?"

Your discomfort gives way to an even more rotten feeling. Anger spreads through you like a wildfire you can't stop it. How dare he?

"What are you trying to say?" you ask calmly, even though everything is burning inside you. Charles interfering in this matter when he has no right to do so makes your anger spill over, but you know better than to take it out on him directly. You pull yourself together. Even though you'd like to strangle him, you don't want you two to fight. 

"Come on, Y/N." His smile is spiteful and ugly - even though he's the most beautiful man on the planet. "We both know he's just trying to fuck you. So what's the point of dinner? It's just a waste of money."

Excuse me?

"What do you mean?"

He seems to think for a moment, as if he were struggling with himself to say the next words. "After all, what Raphael did to you doesn't seem to bother you much if you're going to date someone new right away. And you said yourself yesterday that you weren't going to meet anyone on this couch." He extends his free arm and waves it in a semicircle in front of him. "Let's do it, then. Monaco is full of rich men. Then you don't exactly have to hook up with one who's my friend."

Never in your entire life have you wanted to smack someone so badly as Charles at this moment. 

He knows what Raphael did to you. And he also knows why your ex cheated on you. The fact that he now assumes that you would just jump into bed with Lando like that upsets you so much that you're at a loss for words. 

You don't recognize him. The Charles who lets you stay with him for free, who makes you laugh, and who is so close to you at times that you have to consider how to protect your heart, has dropped off the face of the earth. 

Opposite you is a mean and ruthless man you can't get away from fast enough. His words hit you harder than any blow could, and the tears in your eyes no longer originate in discomfort, but in pure rage. 

You don't care what you did to make him act this way. You don't care what exactly happened between you that caused this argument to degenerate like this. And you don't care if you go to bed tonight mad at him. 

This argument is different than the one over his phone call with Raphael or the one at dinner with his friends. It's too close, too personal, and for Charles to think of you that way, after everything you've told him about yourself, chokes your throat and makes your heart shatter into a thousand pieces. 

"You can have the apartment," you say emotionlessly. Your fire is extinguished, your anger is suffocated. The only thing left is a dull feeling of grief. 

How could you think Charles would be any different? That he would actually be a friend to you? You even showed him your favorite place. That wasn't even twelve hours ago. 

"When you come back, I'll be gone." Your gaze is fixed on Charles, letting him know how serious you are. Something flashes in his eyes, but whatever it is - you don't care. "I hate you."

Without waiting for an answer, you close the apartment door. As you turn around, you feel like an intruder in your own home. 

Which, theoretically, isn't even your home. It's Charles' home, it's his apartment. He's just been nice and let you stay with him. And he didn't do that because he saw a friend in you, but because he felt sorry for you, as you must now realize. 

Did this "good deed" make him feel better? Did he let you stay here to prove to himself what a good guy he is after everything with Annika? Is he really that selfish? 

Who exactly is Charles Leclerc?

You would like to leave the apartment immediately, because there is nothing that doesn't make you remember Charles. The couch reminds you of the evening when you drank wine and watched Cars. The kitchen table is where you eat pain au chocolat and croissants. The bathroom is where you grin at each other in the mirror as you brush your teeth. Charles is everywhere. 

He's especially in the dark bedroom, too, when you return to lie down in bed. His sheets are still where you found them when you woke up, and his smell is all over the room, making it hard for you to breathe. 

Pulling your own blanket up to your chin, you lie there staring at the ceiling, racking your brain as to where exactly you took a wrong turn. But for the life of you, you can't think of anything. 

You turn on your side and take a deep breath. Charles' smell hits your nose and only now, surrounded by darkness and silence, do you allow yourself to cry. Tears roll down your skin and one sob after another escapes your sore throat, which feels as if it has been laced shut. Your body shakes like it's electrified and somewhere inside you think your heart has stopped beating. 

The person you trusted the most has let you down. Your closest friend has dropped you without explaining himself to you. 

But that's not what hurts so indescribably. 

It hurts so much because it's Charles. The Charles you saw as your best friend after only a few days. The Charles who didn't judge you. 

You slide to the other side of the bed and slip under Charles' covers so that you are now completely enveloped in his smell. You feel so close to him, even though he's so far away, and even though the warmth feels like a hug, you feel lonely. You cling to that hug that isn't a hug, because that's the closest thing you have left of him. 

Tomorrow you would look for another apartment, maybe even move away from Monaco. And then you would pack your things and leave, just like you promised Charles. And you wouldn't break that promise - that deal, the way he broke his. 

Not long ago, you didn't want to share the bed with him anymore, braced yourself for it to be the last time you'd be this close. You wanted to build the wall that would protect, should protect your heart. 

But it's no use building a wall when your heart hasn't been yours for a while.

next part

[honeygrahambitch]

"Even Will Graham has a better sex life than I do." Jimmy said, as if he had been holding that sentence inside for too long.

Beverly and Brian abandoned the blood samples they were working on and looked at him in disbelief as if they were trying to make sure they got it right.

"One question would be how do you know that?" Brian asked. "I doubt Will is the type to talk about stuff like that."

"That's easy, haven't you seen Hannibal?" Beverly asked rolling her eyes.

"I am not particularly into men."

"You don't have to be in order to tell that someone must excel in bed. It's the attitude."

"Stop that." Jimmy interrupted their banter. "I overheard a discussion between the two of them."

"Do we really need to know?" Brian said as he looked at Beverly for support. However, her opinion was different.

"Share."

"Alright but this doesn't leave the lab. It stays between us." Jimmy said. After all, Will was his friend and he didn't have anything against Hannibal. He was usually not the one to gossip but this felt like something that needed to be debated. "They are having a threesome."

"No way." Beverly said as she elbowed Brian who remained dumb.

"Who's the lucky lady?" Brian asked.

"Why did you immediately assume it's a lady?"

"For more diversity? I don't know how these things work?"

"Can you shut up and listen?" Jimmy cut them off. "I overheard Will asking Hannibal whether their plans for the night have changed. Hannibal had said that they did not and then pulled out this business card and handed it to Will. Will was like- a sport trainer? He will be a handful."

"I told you it's a man!" Beverly told Brian then turned back to Jimmy. "That doesn't prove anything though."

"Maybe if you two listened I could get to the point. So, Will said that and Hannibal was amused and said "I am confident we can handle him. Cannot be worse than the one last week. I was not proud of the way we left his bedroom"."

"Shut up..." Brian whispered. Beverly didn't say anything, her lips parted in disbelief. "And then?"

"Then Will said...damn, I hate that I have to repeat his words but he said..."He was bigger than either of us expected. I mean, for a finance guy, he was quite a challenge. My back still hurts."" Jimmy went on. "And Hannibal was like "the one we are having tonight will definitely be in good shape. I will be there, I am not letting him touch you.""

"Christ." Beverly said. "And?"

"And Will said "As if I need you to take care of me. Remember how the one from two weeks ago surprised you from behind? You were lucky I was there." Then they noticed me because of the stupid coffee machine who started beeping. And I swear to God, their surprised expressions indicated exactly the fact that I was not supposed to hear that."

"Wow." Brian said thoughtfully. "Every week. Good for them. That's how you keep things interesting in a relationship."

"I wouldn't have believed Hannibal would share Will with anyone." Beverly commented.

"Will might have a say in that?" Jimmy suggested. "Anyway, I couldn't believe it. I was afraid I took things out of context maybe?"

"Definitely not." Beverly said. "What else could they have been talking about?"

***

"Do you think Jimmy overhead us earlier?" Will said as he looked for their knives in the trunk of the car.

"I doubt it. It doesn't prove anything. We were quite subtle." Hannibal replied as he put his scalpel in his left pocket. "Ready? He must be home by now."

"Let's go. I don't want to spend the whole night butchering this guy. By the way, what did he do?"

"Insinuated I do not take my physical health seriously."

"He just hasn't seen what's underneath that suit." Will replied, making Hannibal smile.

[innerfare]

Law Leaving - Part 2

Summary: Law isn't very good with words, but he needs you to know his heart is yours. Reader is a Heart Pirate and marine biologist. Features mutual pining and unrequited love. This thing I wrote here could be considered a prequel if you want to read it, and you can read Part 1 here and Part 1.5 here!

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Gn!Reader

Genre: Angst, Eventual Fluff

CW: SFW // None

Word Count: 1,685

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Law found you in the lab hunched over some algae samples. You wore your white lab coat over a top he’d never seen you wear before, a snug cardigan with dark red, navy blue, and cream stripes. Your earrings were new, too, silver hoops instead of the pearl studs you normally wore. And you wore your hair in a high ponytail instead of a low bun. He recognized your skirt, at least, plain black and just a little too short. 

He cleared his throat. 

Absorbed by your work, you hadn’t noticed anyone enter. At the sound of a man clearing his throat, you looked up, only to find your captain leaning in the doorway. 

He was in rough shape, and even though you knew his injuries had all been treated, you wanted to take his clothes off and inspect him yourself, to fuss over his wounds like a worried girlfriend. But you weren’t his girlfriend, and you weren’t about to let him know how you had cried yourself to sleep in his absence. 

You’d greeted him when he’d returned but not spoken properly, and that was exactly how you planned to keep it. So, you looked back down at your algae samples. It occurred to you that not too long ago, Law would have been hunched over them with you. The thought made you press your lips together. You studied the samples even more closely, hoping your captain would take the hint and leave you be. 

“Y/n-ah.” 

That low voice of his almost melted you. You’d known you were down bad for him, but it wasn’t until he returned that you realized the extent of it, that you were inhaling extra deep when he passed by to catch his scent, were clinging particularly tight to every word he uttered. You had promised yourself you would keep it a secret, though, determined not to let him think you were the type to just wait around for him to come back when he up and left, to accept being left out of the loop, to be happily sidelined.  

“We agreed to talk,” he said. 

“Did we?” 

You wanted to leave, but he was blocking the narrow doorway with his broad body, and you knew you’d have to touch him if you wanted to push past. And you didn’t think you could touch him, not after everything. You didn’t think you could do anything but dissociate and hope he left before your emotions bubbled up to the surface. 

God, you hoped he wasn’t there for that. 

Law watched you like a hawk, hoping your face might betray some emotion and he could get a feel for where he stood. At long last, he had managed to get you alone, but he could tell you didn’t want it. He wanted to fix it but did nothing for fear he would only make things worse. 

“Y/n-ah,” he said your name again, relishing the fact that you were there to hear it. On the lonely nights he’d muttered it to himself, you hadn’t been there to answer. Now you were, but you didn’t, just stared down at your algae samples. 

“What?” 

“Talk to me.” 

“About what?” 

“When you told me you joined for me, did you mean that?” 

“Of course, I did.”

“Did you stay because of me, too? Or did you stay because of the crew?” 

“I stayed for both,” you admitted. 

“Would you have stayed only for me?” 

The question caught you off guard, and though you knew the answer- a resounding yes- you didn’t want to tell him that. You didn’t want to be the only one confessing. 

When you didn’t respond, Law pushed himself out of the doorway and walked toward you. Just as he reached you, you moved to go around him, trying to escape before you had the conversation you had promised. Before he could think twice, Law reached out and caught your hand in his. 

You gasped. 

He lifted your fingers, stopping to admire the shade of blue you had painted your nails, only to see them bare. It shocked him, and in his surprise, he realized how selfish he had been to think he could leave and return to find everything exactly as he left it. You weren’t a toy, after all, you were a person, one he cared for deeply. And he had left. Even if he’d had no choice, even if he’d refused to give you details because he was worried about you, he had left. 

“Y/a-ah.” 

“Stop saying my name, Law.” You didn’t meet his eyes, didn’t look anywhere on his person, just stared at the ground for fear you would look up and instantly forgive him for being a mysterious asshole. 

Law couldn’t stop himself. He pulled your hand to his lips, pressing his warm lips into your cold palm. To call it a kiss wasn’t quite right. It was more of an embrace, an offering, even, that he gave to you. His heart thudded in his chest, the fear of you rejecting that offering almost too much to bear. But he couldn’t live with the uncertainty any longer. 

Either you wanted him, or you didn’t, and that would be the end of it. 

You wanted him. It was all you could think when he grabbed your hand, when his skin met yours, and when he brought it to his mouth, you melted. 

You knew in your heart that he could be as selfish as he wanted, could keep as many secrets from you, could leave as many times as he wanted, and you would still be there waiting because you were such a sucker for him. You were addicted to the smell of his soap, to the way his dark hair was all ruffled on the rare occasions he took off his hat, to the sight of his tattooed fingers holding yours. 

When you didn’t push him away, he turned your hand over. 

Your breathing faltered. You did your best to hide that fact. 

Law didn’t notice, too focused on steadying his own breathing. 

He kissed each of your knuckles, and when you still didn’t protest, he kissed the back of your hand. He worked his way up, pressing his lips tenderly into your wrist, stopping only when he reached the sleeve of your cardigan. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled against your skin, not meeting your eyes. “I should have told you before I left.” He kissed your wrist again. 

The way he had to bend down to kiss your wrist had you looking down at him, and the fact that he lowered himself to you was not at all lost on you. You felt a flicker of hope, thought perhaps he felt a certain way, but you weren’t about to let him leave anything unspoken, not after everything that had happened. 

You weren’t about to be the only sucker. 

“Told me what?” You asked, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Y/n-ah.” 

“Don’t y/n-ah me, Law. You’re back and I’m still here, just like we agreed, but I won’t have a one-sided conversation.” You pulled away from him, and he let you, much to your disappointment. But you only made it a few steps before he spoke again. 

“Room.” 

You blinked in surprise, going deathly still. You waited for a few seconds, mind racing. You wondered what he could possibly be using his devil fruit power for in that moment. Surely he wouldn’t try to trap you there. When you turned to look at him again, what you saw made you gasp, your legs almost giving out. 

Law held his hand out, and in it, was his beating heart. 

“Law!” You thought something must have been horribly wrong for him to pull his own heart out of his body, but you were glued to the spot. 

“Take it,” he prodded. 

“What? I don’t-” 

“It’s yours.” 

You could see the strain on his face, could hear it in his deep voice, as if it pained him physically to be so vulnerable with you. You stared at the organ in his hand, his most vulnerable one, exposed and vulnerable for you. 

Emotion overwhelmed you, the hurt of being left behind, the fear of him never coming back, the love you’d realized you had inside you after he was gone. Tears picked at your eyes, and you willed them not to spill down your cheeks. 

“It’s been yours since the moment we met,” he told you, sounding as miserable as you had ever heard him. 

Completely speechless, you took a step forward, and with it, you saw his heart beat faster. You realized then that it had been beating fast the entire time, confessing all the things Law couldn’t seem to say. With a shaky breath, you reached out and accepted his heart. You held it in your hands like it might shatter at any moment. 

You pushed the organ back into his chest, but you didn’t pull away after. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tight, your tears finally falling down your cheeks as you breathed him in. 

“I was so worried about you,” you cried against his neck. You knocked his hat off his head to tangle your fingers in his hair. 

“I was worried about you, too.” With that, he pressed a kiss into your neck. His kisses were not sloppy or feverish but instead communicated a deeper ache. He was like a starving man who could barely lift food to his mouth.

Finally, you gave him some reprieve. You lifted his chin and pressed your lips to his, the very same as those chaste kisses you had shared before but somehow more meaningful, more intimate. Your heart soared when he wrapped his arms around you, and it took all of your self control to pull away and look up at him. 

“You better not use this as an excuse to leave me behind again,” you told him. 

Something of a smile tugged on his lips. “The opposite.” With that, he kissed you again.

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Hope you enjoyed it! If you want more, you can check out my masterlist here!

[woundedoves]

Yan!Playboy(OC) x GN!Reader

this is like a… plot but im gonna be busy for a bit so i wanted to at least post something! you can send requests or questions about every yandere type i’ve done btw! id be hapy to hear your thoughts<3

warnings: possessiveness, toxic asshole alert, beating the shit out of someone (not the reader obvs dont worry), not proofread!

thinking about a hypocrite yandere!playboy. says you cant touch anyone cant have sex with anyone but him, but he is free to fool around however the hell he wants.

you would protest if he wasnt capable of absolutely demolishing your financial and social life, i mean you’re a virgin anyways but god, you really wanted to lose it in college.

yan!playboy who puts these restrictions for you! yes darling<3 we cant have those filthy fucks who’ve fucked the whole campus ever lay a hand on you, no no no that would ruin you. thats why he has never gone over flirting with you, he’s too afraid to taint that perfect image of you that he made up in his mind. that you’re this meek little thing that would never ever disobey what he wants as long as he got you whatever you wanted!

he invites you to a party, you tell him you’ve never been to one before. of course! you’re all so new to this so you’ll be his + 1 for the night, isnt that great?<3 until he gets a few shots down and starts acting like a horn dog like he always is to anyone that slightly looks like you or is the same gender as you, he’s all over them all while looking at you and telling you to keep watching because fuck, your expressions and your attention are so euphorically orgasmic that he can’t even imagine how that perfect fuckin body of yours would feel against his used up one.

once he gets drunk as absolute all hell and you finally get sick of his shit you just try to get out but the person you’ve been eyeing since the start of the semester comes up to you . one thing leads to another and you’re there , on one of the bedrooms of fuck knows whos villa, you’re making out and god you almost forgot how fucking good it felt to have another persons lips on yours; shivering as their hands reach your skin and carress you just right.

yan!playboy just a stumbling mess, murmuring your name and looking around for you until he opens his bedroom door to see you making out with that fuckin asshole on his bed. instantly sobering up, he yanks the person from their collar just as you gasp in horror as he proceeds to beat the shit of them. telling them to get the fuck out before he really shows them what money can hide and do, and they obviously do leave with a concerned look at you through their bruised eyes.

yan!playboy turns to look at you, he’s fucking furious, “what? i leave you for 5 fucking minutes and you go to suck off a loser’s face? are you that desperate?!” you get up, tears are bubbling up and threatening to spill as your voice wavers, “YOU are the one grinding on people while telling ME to watch! what the fuck do you expec-“ your words are cut short as he takes you by your nape and meets your lips with a really harsh kiss. making you groan in pain as he nips on your lower lip, he takes your face in his hands with force, making you look straight into his eyes

“you’re mine. you got that? you’re mine and only mine and if i see another fucker ever touch you i swear to god ill fucking kill them and lock you up and collar your pretty neck so you’ll finally be a good fucking pet. got it, darling?”

[marvelobsessed134]

Ok I got a Peter Steele one

Innocent female reader encounters Peter who’s a vampire and chooses her to be his mate but she tries to run away

Be my druidess

This is part of my spooky summer series! You can access the masterlist here

This is probably one of the longest fics I’ve ever written on here it took me 3 days to write lol

Pairings: Vampire!Peter Steele x Innocent!Fem!Reader

Warnings: absolutely FILTHY, yes I mention how large he is a lot but I mean COME ON, reader is obviously smaller than him, reader is a virgin, bleeding during sex, marking, biting (hes a vampire duh), kidnapping, dub/non con, Peter being sexy idk, he lives in a gothic vampiric castle 😍

The day started out simple enough. You got up and went to the coffee shop before school. When you got your order and started to make your way out of the establishment, you bumped into a very muscular and very tall man. He was at least 6’8 with long black hair and beautiful green eyes. You felt a little nervous around him he was huge and albeit very majestic.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to see you there little mouse.” His deep voice said.

You cranked your neck to look up at him, “It’s okay it was just an accident.” You said, your voice sweet and soft.

And man, did you smell good.

“I just hope I didn’t hurt you. I’m Peter.” The raven haired man held out his large hand and you placed yours inside it. His larger hand practically swallowed your small one. “You didn’t I promise. I’m Y/n, it’s nice to meet you Peter.”

Oh god, you were so polite.

Peter shook your hand and let go, flashing you a smile before saying, “Well, I don’t want to keep you from wherever you’re going.”

“School. I’m going to school.” You smiled.

Oh, you must be young.

You bid your farewell before walking out of the coffee shop. Peter watched you make your way onto the streets of Brooklyn.

You were young, sweet, and innocent.

Just perfect for him.

Later in the night, you were walking home from a long day studying at the library after school. You couldn’t wait to go home and fall asleep in your small but cozy bed, when you could’ve sworn someone was following you. But when you looked around no one was there so you shrugged it off.

As you continued walking you heard other footsteps behind you and they were getting quicker and quicker. You started to walk a little faster, before you were pulled into an alleyway.

Pressed against the brick wall of a building, you tried to scream but a large hand covered your mouth. “Don’t scream, darling. You don’t want to make this difficult for me.” The familiar deep voice said.

“Peter?” You asked, but it was muffled by his hand. Peter chuckled lowly, “Yes, it’s me, Y/n.”

“Let me go please. I don’t know what you want from me but…I only have five dollars in my pocket.” You said, trying to get your voice loud enough for him and anyone else to hear against his palm.

“Oh baby, I don’t wanna take your money. I just want you, my love. I think you’ll be the perfect bride for me.” Your eyes widened at his words. Bride?

Suddenly he opened his mouth and you screamed against his hand when you saw he had fangs. He’s a vampire.

“Vampire!” Was all you could muster out.

“You’re so smart, Y/n. Now let me mark you, make you mine forever.” Suddenly as he was about to mark you on your neck you wriggled out of his hold and started to book it down the street. Part of you wanted to see what was going to happen with the handsome man but the logical part of you told you to run.

So you ran, and ran. Thinking you lost him you took a little stop to catch your breath. But that happened to be the biggest-or best-mistake of your life. Because a strong arm hooked around your waist and lifted you up so easily. Peter snapped his fingers and suddenly you found yourself in a fancy dark black and red bedroom that looked like the inside of a castle.

“Where am I? Where did you take?” You cried.

“My castle. Well, it’s our castle now my love.” He was so calm about this.

You pushed him with all your might but it didn’t seem to do anything. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your arms and put them to your side, “Behave.” He warned.

You felt a sensation in between your legs and was very embarrassed about it. Peter noticed you shift in attitude and chuckled, “Did that turn you on, darling? Me telling you to behave?”

You looked down at your feet, blushing. Not wanting to give him an answer. But Peter knew, he was a vampire after all and had advanced senses. He could smell your arousal.

The vampire tilted your chin up with his index finger, “I know you’re wet. I can smell it.”

Your eyes widened in shock and you tried to back away, but he roughly grabbed you and whispered aggressively in your ear, “Try and run one more time. You won’t succeed. I will always catch you.” It sent a shiver down your spine and you nodded slowly, tears pricking your eyes.

“Come over here baby.” Peter said and he less you to the black and red gothic canopy bed, sitting both of you down next to each other.

He caressed your face softly and leaned in to kiss you, passionately. You’ve never been kissed before so you didn’t know how to react but you tried your best. When the raven haired man pulled away he stroked your cheek, “You’re so beautiful. I knew you’d be the perfect bride for me.” There he went, using that word. Bride.

A dark evil smile took over him, “Now…where was I?” He retracted his fangs again and laid you down quickly so you couldn’t escape, and made the effort to put half-so he wouldn’t crush you to death-of his body weight to hold you in place when he licked a spot on hole neck before sinking his teeth deep inside.

You screamed in both pleasure and pain as he marked you. Mated you.

“Now you’re mine…forever.” He chuckled lowly before kissing you again, then moving down to your neck kissing the spot he bit. He ripped your shirt off with ease, along with your thin bra, exposing your breasts. The larger man groped the soft mounds in his large hands, tweaking your nipples in the process.

“Ooh-“ you hissed at the new sensation.

“You like that?”

You nodded and he continued to kiss down your bare torso before reaching the waistband of your skirt. He kissed the skin right above it before pulling it down along with your soaked panties.

“Fuuuck, you’re so soaked.” You cried out when he licked a bold stripe up your folds and started to flick his tongue on your clit.

“Oh my god! Peter!”

Peter held your soft thighs with his hands as he ate you out like you were his last meal.

“Mmm- mm- I’m gonna-“ you couldn’t even finished your sentence when you felt the coil snap inside of you, releasing your juices all over the man’s face. You were a moaning mess as you moaned and cried out. Peter happily licked you up before standing up to pull his shirt and pants off. Your eyes widened at the size of his dick.

“That’s supposed to go inside me?” You asked nervously.

“It’ll be okay, I promise, darling.” Soon your head was resting on the pillow and you were in missionary position, holding onto the vampire’s shoulders as he slowly pushed inside of you. Your screams echoed through the castle walls.

“Holy fuck you’re tight.” He rolled his eyes back in ecstasy as he continued to enter you, putting all 11 inches inside. He let you adjust to his size before he started to thrust into you.

When he looked down to see a little bit of blood from your pussy he immediately scooped it up with his finger and licked it clean, moaning at the taste of your sweet plasma.

Your cries and screams turned into those from pleasure, rolling your eyes back as Peter repeatedly hit your G spot.

“You’re so pretty and tight. So small and sweet I can’t wait to spend eternity with you.” His words took you over the edge as you clenched around him before cumming once again. The raven haired man had to hold himself back a little bit so he had time to pull out before he came.

Finally, he pulled out and finished on your tummy. Then he scooped up his own cum with his finger and put it to your mouth, “Open.” You did as he said, opening your mouth and allowing him to insert his cum covered digit. You sucked and licked it clean.

“Good girl. Now, this might hurt a little bit.” And he bit you once again.

To turn you into his vampire bride.

[changbinsboiledegg]

Hey can I request some spicy content🫣

When reader is really quiet during sex and/or always tries to be quiet(like covering mouth with hand idk)

Have a nice day!

Sure, hell yeah. Always down for spicy content :) Also, lmao, I'm assuming you meant this for SKZ since I have a lot of stays following me? If not, please let me know if you wanted a different group and I will write one for them ASAP!! Anyways, thank you for your request, lovely. 🫶 (I hope you had a nice day too!)

AFAB! Reader X SKZ.

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!

Warnings: SMUT. For the most part protected seggs, explicit language, usage of the word 'dick', mentions of rough sex, doggystyle lol, dom! Minho, maybe? idk don't quote me on this, praise, missionary, some fluff, some angst (mostly for Han), fingering, riding, condom usage, making out, tf am I missing? Whatever, y'all know the drill. MDNI.

Note: Some are short, some are long, I literally don't know how that happened. Also, typing 'cock' feels sophisticated and that just isn't me. No hate to 'cock' users. Y'all are some fancy mfs and I respect that. Anyways, if no one told you today, ily. Enjoy. Horny asses.

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Chan

He knew you were just a quiet person during sex. That didn't mean you didn't enjoy it or that he wasn't very good at making you moan.

You just rarely made noises.

Chan usually made up for the quiet with his grunts and groans as he took you in any position you found yourselves in.

You panted as you felt yourself close to cumming. Chan knew by now, as soon as he heard your breathing get heavier, you were close.

“Cum for me.” He whispered in your ear as his pace picked up. The most noise you made— and usually make, are the whimpers following your release.

“Fuck.” You breathed out as you came down. Chan just smiled down at you underneath him. Although you were quiet, when you made any sort of noise, he loved it no matter how small.

Lee Know

Minho pounded into you from behind with one goal in mind; making you scream.

You, however, had your mouth covered to block any sound from leaving your lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not tonight.” Minho slammed his hips into your roughly and reached for your hands, pinning them behind your back and holding you up himself.

“Min…ho…!” You grit your teeth, still trying to stay quiet at all costs. You just didn't want anyone to hear. Even if they weren't near.

You had always conditioned yourself to being quiet during sex.

“What? Do I feel good? Tell me.” He grunted, unrelenting in his thrusts. You whimpered a little, needing something more to keep in the sounds.

“Tell me.” He now used one hand to pin yours behind your back and slid the other one to your throat but only to bring your head closer to his.

“God!” You whimpered out, shuddering from the pleasure coursing through you. “Fuck!”

Minho smirked, knowing he finally got you to make noise.

Changbin

“Remember baby, if you can make it without covering your mouth, I will reward you.” Changbin reminded you of the challenge you accepted, all while guiding himself deeper inside of you and allowing you to adjust to his length.

“I know.” You chuckled. You felt goosebumps when you felt your walls wrapping around him nicely. Changbin moved his hands from your thighs to your hips as he buried himself inside of you.

As he began thrusting, starting slow and steady to picking up speed as small whines emitted from his mouth, your urge to cover your mouth became stronger and you gripped the edge of the counter you were hoisted onto moments before.

You bit your lip, then your tongue, then threw your head back as you tried anything to keep quiet. You even held your breath before it ultimately ended in you quietly whining.

Changbin’s eyes lit up hearing you, who hardly ever reacted vocally, making a noise. This fueled him to pound inside of you harder as the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

You shuddered, breathing heavily and still trying to remain silent.

“Almost there? You must really want a reward.” Changbin smirked, fucking you harder.

Your hands twitched but you gripped the counter harder— tighter, the familiar knot in your stomach emerging.

You were getting this ‘reward’.

Hyunjin

You weren't very vocal during sex. At first, Hyunjin wondered what he was doing wrong, if he was doing everything right or not in regards to pleasuring you.

You always claimed you just didn't want the others to hear, since you two mainly had sex at the dorms or quickies while the others were nearby.

Hyunjin even tried to be quiet with you, but you always felt so nice wrapped around him that he couldn't help but moan and whine with each thrust he made.

“Gah! Sorry!” Hyunjin apologized, quickly glancing at the door to make sure the door was still locked. You smiled, your breathing heavy, but that was about it.

“You're okay.” You whispered, feeling his dick moving in and out of you. Hyunjin kept going, knowing you were close by the way your walls clenched around him, earning a soft grunt from him and you could feel he was close by the way he twitched inside of you.

“You feel so good.” You whispered, wanting him to know he wasn't doing anything wrong for you to be naturally quiet.

Han

“Fuck!” Jisung groaned loudly, cumming inside of the condom he wore. It was a little after you came, although your only indication was the facial expressions you made and the quiet gasp as your lower body spasmed.

Jisung panted, sitting on his knees between your bare legs. He smiled down at you, but began to feel like he wasn't doing enough. He wanted to hear your moans.

He wanted to know just how much you enjoyed him being inside of you. “Did you actually cum?”

You were taken aback by his question, wondering why his tone had saddened. You sat up, furrowing your eyebrows, “yes? I thought you knew.”

Jisung lightly shrugged, looking down sadly at his lap. You put your hand on his cheek to make him look at you, “come on. What’s wrong?”

“I know you never really make noise, but I was hoping I could… make you moan this time…” He confessed, avoiding your eyes. You chewed your lip before grabbing his hand and bringing it towards your swollen clit.

“You still want to make me moan?” You asked with surprising boldness. Jisung eagerly nodded, glancing at your hand as his fingertips made contact with your clit. Getting the memo, he slowly rubbed circles, earning an involuntary moan from you.

Jisung’s face lit up and he rubbed faster, feeling how wet you had gotten— again. You moaned more and more, needing to cover your mouth as he slid a finger inside of you.

Then another, slowly thrusting them inside of you while caressing the rigid walls inside of you.

“Fuck, Ji… Jisung!” You whimpered as your legs shook. Jisung put a hand on your inner thigh to keep you from closing your legs.

Jisung now understood how to get these sounds he’s been craving out of you and felt confident.

“That’s it, baby.”

Felix

Felix found it kind of endearing how hard you tried to stay quiet. Whether it was covering your mouth or controlling your breathing.

He loved that he could make you feel good with or without your vocal approval.

Felix admired you and lovingly caressed your body as you bounced on his dick, riding him after mentioning how needy you felt.

You didn't moan or groan, or whimper, or whine the way he would, but the fact that you kept wanting more, proved to Felix that it wasn't about how loud he could make you moan.

“You look so lovely, darling.” Felix moved his hands to your thighs, rubbing them and thrusting upwards to meet your hips as they collided with his.

“Thank… you…” you said between pants, rocking your hips faster on his dick. Felix let out a throaty groan and put his hands on your hips to guide you up and down.

“Always so amazing…” He complimented, praising you as you continued to ride him.

Seungmin

Seungmin never asked about it, but he always wondered why you were so quiet during sex.

Not that it bothered him, though. He knew when you would cum as if on cue. He could tell by the way you tried to squeeze your legs together or when you arched your back and gripped the sheets or the wall or something that **helped you ride out your orgasm without making too loud of a sound.

Even as he lets you ride him to relieve the sexual tension that had been rampant between you two during the day, he doesn't mind that you're quiet.

Seungmin grit his teeth, trying to keep quiet as the sound of your heavy breathing filled the empty air.

Your hand suddenly flew to your mouth as you quietly moaned, sinking all the way down on his dick.

“Fuck…” Your whisper was shaky and Seungmin cocked an eyebrow, “couldn't help yourself. Could you?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, lifting your hips up before sinking down his length again.

“It's not my fault.”

I.N

Jeongin was prepared. He brought condoms and made sure it was your place he’d be at, knowing you two wouldn't be bothered.

He knew you'd be quiet no matter what, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to illicit a moan or two out of you.

He started with making out with you, earning quiet moans from you then. But he wanted to hear them when he was inside of you.

He helped undress you as the intensity increased and you helped him.

“Why is it that you always have a condom when you come over?” You asked, breathlessly as he sheathed the rubber over himself.

“Why is it that I always need one when I come over?” He retorts, winking. He laid you down on your couch and slipped inside of your dripping wet hole, filling you up.

As he thrusted in and out of you, the moans he heard during your make out session had dissipated and left him with feeling of confusion.

But that didn't stop him. He continued, going faster, harder, and even gripping your thighs for more firm thrusts as he hit your sweet spot.

You bit your lip, covering your mouth and breathing in and out as you held back the moans threatening to leave. Jeongin felt like he was close to hearing you, but saw you cover your mouth.

He had an idea and pulled your hand away and connected his lips to yours. Though they weren't loud moans, he was still satisfied with how you sounded moaning quietly against his mouth.

[galacticgraffiti]

After, and From Then On

NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI

Pairing: Gale of Waterdeep x gn!reader

Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 3k Descriptors: Reader's anatomy is not described. I tried to keep it genderneutral, if something slipped through the cracks let me know! CW: grinding (the carnal way), soft-topping Gale bc he deserves it, so soft dom vibes for reader, subby vibes for gale, loads of praise, some dirty talk, feelings, established relationship, some tiddy play (gale receiving hehe)

Author's Note: If you know me, then you know I am not a top, let alone a dom. HOWEVER. Gale makes me feel some type of way. So there you go.

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After, and From Then On

“What a day,” Gale sighs, flopping down onto his pillows. “Dear me, I thought that fight would never end. Thank the gods for Karlach’s greataxe.”

“Right you are, my love.” You sit next to him, feet wiggling, your body still pumped full of adrenaline. The camp has not been this quiet in ages - everyone is away, bathing, looking for supplies. The silence is too much to bear after a day so full of noise and excitement. Your body is practically vibrating with tension, and the sight of Gale does nothing to ease that excitement: You have been in a very specific mood since you bathed together, the rest of the party granting you some time alone by the river in the woods.

Gale had said nothing nor done anything to encourage this mood. Maybe it’s left over adrenaline from the fights, maybe it’s the way he looks with his wet ringlets and the little dangling earring and his beautiful brown eyes. You have been trying very hard to contain yourself - Gale may be very forward in romantic gestures, but he usually takes some time to warm up for anything… more. So you had not said anything when you bathed, though the fire in your belly burns hot.

Looking at him now does not help your situation: The deep cut of his robes revealing the fine hair on his chest, the tattoo stretching its smokey tendrils all the way up his neck.

When Gale lets his head fall back, you watch as the tendons in his throat stretch and strain with the movement, and sparks crackle through your body anew. You want to mark that perfect neck. You want to make him yours.

For a moment, you try to look away. You close your eyes and breathe, but the feeling won’t let up. You are all hopped up, in spite of the long day behind you, and there is only one thing that could help you release some of that tension.

“Gale,” you purr, one hand moving to grab his thigh, wandering up and up and up very slowly. “My love, that fight was… sure something. I love watching you practise your craft, you really are masterful. So inventive, so quick. Karlach is brutally good with that greataxe of hers, but nothing gives me greater pleasure than watching you fight, baby.”

Gale’s eyes snap open at your tone of voice. You hold your breath, giving him the opportunity to stop you, but he does not. Instead, you can see the way his cheeks flush. Your eyes watch closely how his throat bobs when he swallows thickly.

“You flatter me, my darling,” he whispers, his voice rough as he covers your hand on his thigh with his own.

“Mhhm. Maybe.” Your own voice is low and sweet. “A little flattery never hurt anyone, especially when I mean every word I say. And I do know how much you enjoy praise, don’t you, baby boy?”

His thigh beneath your hand twitches at that, and you watch with satisfaction as dark desire is sparked in the deep honey of his eyes. You lick your lips and cock your head, quietly asking for Gale to respond.

“Is that- is that the mood you are in?” He clears his throat, stalling for time as your fingers creep further up his leg, dragging a nail up his thigh. You roll onto your side so you can get a better view of him: His cheeks flush as he spreads his legs further for you, his mouth barely open but enough so that you can hear the breaths and low moans that fall from his lips when you finally cup his hardening cock in your hand.

“That is the mood I’m in, my love,” you confirm sweetly, pressing your palm down until Gale shudders, the quietest of whimpers escaping from his throat. “And is it the mood you are in?”

Gale’s hand is placed on top of yours and you let him guide you, more than willing to give in to his request… for now.

“It is very much the mood I am in now.” With a tilt of his head he smiles, his eyes soft and already clouded with sweet pleasure. You smile a wicked smile, now properly wrapping your hand around him through his robes and undergarments, savouring the weight of him in your hand.

“And that’s all it takes to get you hard for me, baby? Knowing that I want to spoil you rotten, knowing I want to make you beg for me until all you can think of is my name?” You feel him twitch beneath your fingers again, and you smirk. Oh, it really is so easy to get him all riled up.

Gale moans, fingers fisting into his robes, and for once, he responds not in words but in a sharp, desperate nod.

“Come on, baby boy, I’m gonna need to hear you say it for me, yeah? Tell me how much you want it and maybe I’ll allow you to come for me.”

“Oh!” The whimper that escapes Gale only fans the flames in your belly. This is the only time you ever see him lost for words. As much as you enjoy listening to him, learning from him, soaking up the knowledge he possesses like a sponge… this is special. This is a way only you ever get to see him: Lost for words as he is buried in the pleasure you bring him. You love the way you can always tell exactly how far gone he is, by the twitch of his thigh and the look in his eyes.

You run your nails along the length of his cock, revelling in the sweet moans that fall from Gale’s lips before you decide that this is simply not enough.

You push yourself up, and before Gale can open his mouth to protest the loss of contact, you straddle him, bracketing his thighs between yours. His hands come to rest on your hips without even thinking, and you don’t see why you shouldn’t allow it. Not now that you can feel him press against you, hard as a rock; not now that you feel the heat emanating from him; not now that you can push your hands inside his robes to play with his perfect chest. When your fingertips graze his nipple, Gale lets out a moan so loud you have to bend forward and kiss him to swallow it up.

“Shh, baby, they’ll hear you. The river is not so far away.” You remove one hand from his robes to cup his jaw, swiping your thumb across his lower lip as you look at him sternly. “And if you don’t want an audience… you don’t want me to stop, do you?”

“No- never.” Gale’s voice breaks even within those few syllables. “I desire you, more than anything- I wish for you to take whatever you want from me and let that be enough to keep you by my side. I want to make you happy.”

“Mhh, you do make me happy,” you hum, though your heart aches at his words. “Listen to me, my love. I will never leave you. You are enough, just the way you are.”

Carefully, you kiss him again, sweetly, without haste, pushing your tongue into his mouth until he moans your name. Your hips start rocking, grinding down into him, and you let yourself enjoy the feeling of him beneath you. His hips buck and you click your tongue in disappointment.

“No, no, baby, you stay nice and still for me. You stay just like this and look so pretty for me, with your cheeks all flushed and your lips swollen from my kisses, and you don’t move until I tell you it’s okay. The longer you stay still for me, the more time I’ll have to praise you, to tell you just how perfect you are for me. Would you like that, my love? ”

Gale shudders, but his hips still.

“Yes, I would like that,” he mumbles, his eyes cast down.

Gently, you tilt his chin up with two fingers.

“You are not just telling me what I want to hear now, are you?” you ask sternly. “You can always say no, my love. I won’t be mad.”

Gale’s lip trembles before he catches himself. His hands tighten on your hips.

“I do want this,” he says, his voice rough with sweet and honest desire. “This is… perfect. You are perfect- you treat me so much better than she-”

“Shh.” You shake your head. “No thoughts of her. You don’t belong to her anymore. You are your own person, my love, and you are so wonderful. So talented and so wise, so sweet and so brave. You are everything good and more. And… if you wish, you can be mine, all mine. My sweet love. As long as you are happy, so am I.”

Gale nuzzles his face against your chest at your words. You wrap your arms around him and hold him as tight as you can, placing sweet kisses in his soft hair.

“You are perfect,” you whisper. “And you are always enough. Whatever you want is fine- whether you want more, or whether you want less. I’ll always take care of you, baby boy.”

You bury your hands in his hair, loosening your embrace to give him space. For a second, Gale remains still, but then he pulls back to look up at you, his eyes shimmering in the light of the sunset.

“My affections for you run deeper than even I have words to describe,” he murmurs. “All I can think of when I look at you is that- I want more. I always want more. Especially when it comes to you.”

You smile and bend closer to him until your lips nearly touch, the bridge of his nose resting against yours.

“Good boy,” you whisper. Gale tenses beneath you, and pleasure ripples through you when he sighs happily.

“I like it when you call me that,” he admits quietly.

You chuckle.

“I’ll make sure to take note of that, my love.” Slowly, your hips resume their movement, grinding down against him once more, but you pace yourself. You don’t want to do too much too fast. “You are being so good for me. So patient and so sweet, so eager to please me. My sweet, good boy.”

Gale moans again, his voice echoing in the crisp air. You press a finger to his lips.

“Shh, baby, shhh. As much as I love the way you sound, you need to be quiet. Can you do that for me, my love? Can you be quiet?” When Gale hesitates, a devious smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “Mhh, I can always give your mouth something else to do, then. Would you like that?”

“I think I would very much enjoy that.” Gale nods eagerly and looks at you with those big eyes of his that tug at your heart.

“Good boy.” You smile and kiss him once again. You stroke his cheek, taking your time to caress his face, make him feel loved and seen and safe, before you slowly push two fingers into his mouth. Gale’s eyes go wide with surprise, but he overcomes his hesitancy quickly, sucking on your fingers with an eagerness you did not expect.

“Oh, you really like that, don’t you?” You mumble, more to yourself than anything else. “Look at you- those rosy lips wrapped around my fingers, your cock so hard for me. You’re perfect, baby, so perfect for me. Gods, I love feeling you beneath me, I love feeling how hard I can get you. I love the expression on your face when you finally get to turn off that brain of yours, when your mind goes quiet and empty except for the way I’m making you feel.”

Gale nods, humming around your fingers.

“You like that too, hm?” You smile at the eager expression on his face. “Well then. Relax for me, baby. Focus on me, yeah? Focus on the taste of my fingers in your mouth, focus on how good it feels to grind up against me- now you can move, baby, there you go. There you go, good boy, oh- oh, you’re so hard for me, aren’t you? Already getting desperate for me? So, so desperate to come, oh I know, I’m torturing you. Forgive me, baby, it’s just so- much- fun-”

You pull your fingers from his lips to give him the chance to answer, dipping your hands into his robes again instead, dragging the wetness of his spit across his hardened nipples.

“I ado- oh!- adore the way you make me feel,” Gale breathes. “You make me feel things I had never felt before- you make me feel safe and- you take care of me. When it all gets too much, when I get overwhelmed, I know I can always look to you. You have become my safe place in the time we have been travelling together, and nothing makes me happier than the sparkle in your eye when you spot me across camp, or across a room, or even across a bloodied battlefield.”

“Mhhm.” You sigh in contentment, ignoring the burn in your thighs as you rock your hips into him. “You feeling good, baby?”

“Much better than good.” Gale’s cheeks are rosy, and his eyes have the absent shimmer of someone lost in pleasure. “Will you- would you kiss me again?”

Your heart melts.

“Of course.”

His lips are soft, and they taste of mead and blood- remainders of a long day. You don’t mind when you push your tongue into his mouth, especially not with the way Gale moans into you. You deepen the kiss, your hands finding their way into his hair again, tugging gently. Gale’s thigh jumps at that and he lets out a strangled sound.

“Good gods, I-”

You freeze.

“Was that a good reaction or a-”

“Yes! Yes, good reaction.” He captures your lips again after he whispers, “do it again.”

You hum and fulfil his wish, pressing up against him as you gently tugging his curls until he tilts his head back. You can feel the softness of his belly against yours, and his fingers starting to dig into your hips though he knows better than to force your pace.

Gale moans, his hips pressing up into you in a way that really makes you feel just how hard he is. When you roll your hips, meeting him right where you want him, the outline of his cock slotting between your thighs so deliciously, a breathy curse falls from his lips. You tug at his hair again, and Gale exhales your name with such reverence it takes your breath away. 

Your kiss gets greedy, your tongue in his mouth, and you let yourself fall into him, panting as you chase your own pleasure, hips rolling, pressing down against the hard length of his cock. You break the kiss only to breathe, your lips swollen, and note with pleasure that Gale’s lips are rosy and his eyes heavy-lidded.

“You look so pretty like this for me,” you whisper, cupping his jaw in your hand again, stroking his cheek with a gentle touch. “Absolutely perfect. I never want to stop looking at you, my pretty boy, my sweet boy- my perfect boy. The way you worship me makes me never want to stop- makes me want to give you everything you ask for… what is it you want, my love? Do you want to come like this, filthy and quick and good? Or do you want to take your time- will you let me take care of you properly later?”

Gale groans, his lips parting and his brow furrowing as he ponders your question. You never stop moving, grinding down against him with shallow movements, savouring the sight of him beneath you, dishevelled at your hands and yours alone.

“We could go into town,” you continue as a plan slowly forms in your head. “We could rent a room, a proper one, with a real bed- enjoy all the luxuries the city has to offer for a night. Just us, nobody else: not the others, no gods or goddesses, no elder brain, no danger. Just us and the love we have for each other. Let me take care of you. Let me take my time and make you happy, let me make sure you have everything you have ever wanted. Because you deserve it, my love. You are so precious to me- you are everything. I would take down gods to taste you.”

Gale stares at you, and for once in his life, his words don’t seem to be enough. Then-

“I love you.”

You pause, taking in the sudden look of panic on his face, feeling the way his hands grasp at the material of your trousers in their search for something to hold on to, noting the way his lower lip is trembling and how he can’t look you in the eye. He does not expect you to respond. You can tell. He expects you to push him away and ease off his lap without telling him how you feel, because nobody has ever done that for him. The thought makes your heart shatter into a million pieces.

You tilt his chin up and hold him there until finally, he looks at you properly. You smile, and you have never meant anything more than you mean the words you say to him now:

“I love you too, Gale.”

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[minminyoonjii]

I have a request. Chan, Felix and y/n fam are friends. Chan and Felix into raves and y/n begs them to take her to one. They take her, try some substances offered at the rave and they all end up leaving horny. They all end up having a wild 3some and they give y/n extra attention

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🕯Summary: Raves were something your best friends go to frequently and this time they wanted you to join them. Things don't go as planned when you get served a free shot.

🌹CW

Cunnilingus|Oral Sex|No Creampie|Multiple Orgasms|Degrading Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Dirty Talking|Marking|Overstimulation|Rough Sex|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 2.9K

"Come on, angel. Just this once," Felix pleaded, jutting his bottom lip. You grimaced, "Lix, you know that isn't my type of scene," you said, holding your plush. Felix nudges Chan's side, "Convince her, Chris," he said, gesturing to you. Chan groaned, holding his side "Please, you know we'll keep you safe, right?" he said, taking your hand. You looked at him, sighing "That's not the problem," you said, pulling your hand away from his. 

"Then what is it? If it's permission, we can go ask Aunt, right now," Felix said, about to run down to your kitchen to ask. "Oh my god, Lix. Drop it okay?" you said, plugging in your headphones. "Nuh uh, no running away this time," Chan said, pulling you onto his lap. You groaned, trying to remove his arms but he kept a firm hold "You're such an ass, Christopher," you grumbled, leaning against him.

Chan chuckled, "Now, why don't you tell us, hm? We know you're hiding something," he whispered, hooking his chin over your head. You rolled your eyes, "You ain't getting nothing out of me," you said, glaring at them. Felix smirked, "Oh yeah?" he taunted, kneeling between your legs. You pressed your lips tight, showing that you were determined. "Cute that you think you could hide something from us, angel," he said, lightly brushing the base of your feet.

"Don't you fucking dare," you whispered, moving your leg from him but he held your ankles. "Bet," Felix said, tickling under your feet. Loud giggles slip past your lips, "F-fuck you," you stuttered between giggles. Chan chuckled, holding you tighter "Say the word and we'll stop princess," he said,  watching as Felix relentlessly tickle you. "Fuck, fuck, fine. I'll tell you," you squeaked, trying to kick Felix off.

He held your ankles down, "Spill," he said, staring up at your breathless figure. "Fuck you, guys. I just feel insecure at a rave, okay? I mean even though we grew up together, I didn't glow up like you guys. I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb at a rave," you ranted, chest heaving to catch your breath. Felix frowned, "Mate, do you know how many boys came up to me and Chan just for your number?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You waved him off, "They probably just wanted homework scans," you said, shrinking into yourself. Chan hummed, "Nope, they wanted a date," he said, loosening his hold. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Why didn't I hear any of this?" you asked, tilting your head to look up at Chan. "All of them were jackasses," Felix scoffed, jumping in before Chan said a word. "They were," Chan said, agreeing with Felix's point.

"Fine, let's say I am that attractive. I have nothing to wear for the rave," you said, pointing it out. Felix chuckled, "Angel, you underestimated us. I got your clothes right here," he said, laying the outfits down. Chan lifted you, causing you to squeal "Go wash up and get dressed," he said, setting you down in front of your bathroom. Your mouth gaped before Chan held your chin "We'll get dressed in the guest room," he said, taking Felix with him.

You gulped, staring at your reflection in the mirror before heading down "Ma, are you actually letting me go?" you asked, hoping she'll say no. "Of course, it's nice that the boys want to take you out," she said, handing you a bag, "There's a small water bottle in there. Make sure not to drink anything suspicious. I trust that the boys and you can make the right judgement. If you can't make it home tonight, just give me a quick text," she said, kissing your forehead. 

Chan and Felix came down the stairs. "Looking good, boys," she said, looking at their outfits. Felix smiled, "Thanks, Aunt. We better get going now," he said, waving her goodbye. "Alright, stay safe," she said, waving back. Chan started the engine, "Are you ready?" he asked, resting his hand on your knee. "Define ready," you grumbled, clutching your bag, Felix chuckled, "We're going to have so much fun," he said, looking forward to the night to come.

"ID?" the bouncer asked, reaching out his hand. You gulped, handing him your ID. "Good, get your wristband when you enter," he said, handing back your ID. You nodded, "Thank you," you said, getting your wristband. "Chan? Lix? Where are you?" you called out, eyes darting around the club. Someone held your shoulders, making you flinch "Fucking hell, mate. I was about to deck you," you whined, taking the drink from Chan.

He laughed, "I would be able to take it," he teased, taking a sip of his drink. "So how are you enjoying it so far?" he asked, leaning his elbow against the bar counter. You hummed, feeling the buzz of alcohol tingle "Not as bad as I thought," you said, watching the crowd. Felix came with three shot glasses in hand, "Try this, they said it's today's special," he said, handing out the glasses. You stared at the drink, "What's in it?" you asked, gulping it down.

Felix shrugged, "Not entirely sure," he said, gulping down his. Chan licked his lips, "Well, it doesn't taste anything special," he said, sipping his initial drink. You nodded, "Looks like you got scammed, Lix," you snorted, finishing your drink. Felix pouted, "I did not, they were giving them out," he whined, wrapping his arms around your waist. You huffed out a puff of warm air, "Is it me or is it getting hot in here?" you asked, looking at Chan.

He tugged the collar of his shirt, "You're not the only one," he said, breathing heavily. You unscrewed your water bottle, gulping it down "Fuck, it's not helping," you rasped, putting it back into your bag. Chan gulped, furrowing his eyebrows "Lix were the drinks laced?" he asked, cupping Felix's flushed cheeks. Felix wrapped his arms around Chan's neck "I lowkey don't know," he slurred.

Chan sighed, "I think we need to leave, perhaps find a hotel or something. There's no way we're heading home in this state," he said, rubbing his temples. You nodded, "I'll let them know," you said, texting your mother. Chan hummed, holding both of your hands "There's a hotel nearby, I saw it on the way here," he said, leading the way. Felix pouted, "Angel, why are you so hot?" he asked, staring up at you.

You wanted to laugh at his ridiculousness but the ache between your legs throbbed. Chan paid for the night's stay, requesting a double bedroom. The lady apologized and said that there was only a single bedroom left. Chan held but his frustrations "We'll take it," he said, taking the keys and pressing on the elevator. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his cock swelling under his tight pants. 

Chan took in multiple deep breaths, trying to compose himself. He unlocked the door, bringing the both of you inside. You stripped off the outer layer of your outfit, "Was there some type of aphrodisiac in that drink?" you questioned, shutting your eyes. Felix hummed, washing his face in the sink "I think so," he said, patting the dampness down with a towel. 

Chan sighed, leaning against the headboard, cock straining against his pants "I'm sorry, princess. I didn't expect something like this to happen," he said, pulling off his top. You shook your head, "I don't think any of us did," you said, patting Chan's head. He groaned, holding your wrist "Don't," he grunted, taking your hand. Your breath hitched, eyes widening. 

Chan gulped, "I'm so sorry, princess. It's just that your every touch turns me on even more," he admitted, embarrassed by his lack of control. You stared at him, pursing your lips "Can I help?" you whispered under your breath. Chan's jaw dropped, "Do you want to help? We're not going to force you," he reassured, moving so Felix can lay next to him. You nodded your head, "Please, it's affecting me too," you said, pressing your thighs together.

Felix cooed, "Aww, angel. How about we take care of this together, yeah?" he said, crawling between your legs. Chan hummed, "That's right, we'll pay attention to you first," he said, setting to mind to the idea. You nodded, raising your hips for Felix to remove your clothing. "Such a sweet girl," he praised, leaving you in your panties. Chan stroked your cheek, "Can I kiss you, princess?" he asked, booping your nose.

You wrinkled your nose, nodding "Yes, please," you sighed. Chan instantly locked his lips with yours, licking your upper lip. You moaned into the kiss, parting your lips. Chan growled, sucking on your tongue. You mewled as he traced the tip of his tongue against the roof of your mouth. Felix kissed up your calves to your thighs, gulping when the damp spot on your panties grew darker. He trailed sloppy kisses on your skin, hooking your legs over his shoulders.

Felix groaned, burying his face into your cunt. You whimpered against Chan's lips, bucking your hips. Felix held you down, licking your clothed pussy. Chan groaned, pulling away from the kiss "Couldn't help yourself, Lix?" he rasped, tugging Felix's hair firmly. Felix shook his head, "I tried hyung but fuck does she taste good," he moaned, licking his lips. Chan cupped Felix's jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. He groaned, getting a hint of your slick on Felix's lips.

You whimpered at the sight, wanting nothing more than to press your legs together but Felix didn't budge. Chan pulled away from the kiss, "He isn't wrong, princess," he said, brushing his bottom lip with his thumb. Felix tugged down your panties with his teeth, moaning lowly when a thread of slick connected between your panties and cunt. "Such a pretty pretty pussy," he said, admiring your glistening folds.

Chan ran his hands up your waist, pushing up your top "Raise your head," he instructed, removing your clothing. You instinctively covered your bare chest, staring up at him. Chan gently took away your hands, kissing down your arms "We're going take good care of you," he said, staring into your eyes. You gulped, intimidated by his gaze. He chuckled, stripping down his pants "The things you do to us," he groaned, wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock. 

You keened, squeezing your thighs around Felix's head. "Can I taste you, angel? Can I bury my tongue deep into your dripping cunt? Please say yes, angel," he begged, sticking his tongue out and waiting for your approval. You nodded, "Please, Lix," you moaned, running your fingers through his hair. Felix smirked, sucking on your sensitive clit. "Fuck," you whined, relief rushing under your skin. Felix groaned, hooking his arms under your hips bringing you close to his face.

Incoherent moans, babbled from your lips as you thrashed your head on the pillow from the pleasure sparkling. "Lix, flip her on her stomach," Chan ordered, brushing your cheek with his thumb. You keened as Felix easily manhandled you, making you arch your back low. Felix chuckled, burying his tongue into your fluttering ribbed walls with ease in this position. Chan settled himself in front of you, "Relax your jaw, princess," he said, lining up his cock with the warmth of your mouth. 

You did as told, slacking your jaw. Chan kissed your forehead, "Good girl," he groaned, lowering your head down his girthy cock. You whimpered from the stretch, head spinning from the pleasure. Chan hissed, hitting his head back against the headboard "Fucking hell," he cursed, staring down at your tear-brimmed eyes. You moaned around his cock, hollowing your cheeks. "That's it, sweet girl," he growled, brushing your hair away from your face. 

You choked on a sob, throat constricting around his cockhead. Chan moaned lowly, holding his hips down so he doesn't choke you. Felix's face was covered in arousal and slick, he curled his tongue, rubbing your clit in tandem with his thrusts. You squealed, deep-throating Chan's cock. Chan gripped your hair, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, princess," he grunted, shutting his eyes. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your jaw ached from the stretch. Chan groaned, easing your mouth off his cock.

You coughed, resting your cheek on his inner thigh. Chan reached over, grabbing a bottle of water from the bedside table "Drink," he rasped, brushing your hair. You gulped, taking a few sips "Thanks," you croaked, setting the bottle back. Felix hummed against your folds, drawing a broken whine from you "Please cum in my mouth, angel. Fuck, I need to taste you," he whimpered, brushing right against your g-spot. You dug your nails into Chan's thighs, body quivering from your appending orgasm.

"Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes," you moaned, back arching as you came. Felix groaned against your clit, pride filling his body for making you cum. Heat spread under your skin, and the aphrodisiac in your system made you crave more. Chan hummed, kissing your nose "You did so good for us, princess," he whispered, kissing your ears. Your legs trembled, cunt clenching around nothing but the air. He licked your ear, nibbling on the cartilage slightly "You taste so so sweet," he growled, pulling you onto his lap.

Felix panted, watching as Chan laid your back on his chest "Her pretty little cunt is so swollen. One orgasm is not enough," he said, rutting his cock within his fist. Chan cooed, hearing you whine at Felix's words "It wasn't but don't worry, yeah?" he reassured, rubbing his cock between your slicked pussy. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, soft moans and whimpers echoed into his ear. 

Chan groaned every time his sensitive cockhead brushed against your throbbing clit "Can I fuck you, princess?" he asked, gripping the base of his cock to line up with your hole. "Yes, yes, please," you preened, nodding your head against his neck. Chan eased his cock inch by inch into your warm tight walls. Loud lewd squelching could be heard from the amount of arousal produced. "Oh god, you're so fucking tight, princess," he growled, stuffing your cunt open. 

Felix kneeled between your spread legs, marking dark hickeys up your abdomen to your chest. Your jaw dropped to a silent scream, waiting out the initial stretch. Chan rolled his hips gently, letting you adjust to his size "Breath, sweet girl. Take your time," he hummed, reaching between your tights to rub your pulsing clit. "Mhm, ah," you keened, slowly letting the pleasure burn deeper. Chan worked his thigh muscles, thrusting his cock within your ribbed walls. 

"That's it, good girl," he praised, picking up his pace as he pounded your hole. Felix leaned down, darting his tongue to taste your fucked out cunt. He flicked his tongue in tandem with Chan's fingers, slicking up your pussy even more. Chan growled when you clenched tight around his cock "Fuck, princess," he cursed, his hips snapping against yours. Broke sobs and moans dripped like a symphony, raw and shameless. 

"Cl-close," you whimpered, thrashing your hands in need to grab something. Chan gruffed, wrapping your wrists together with his hand "Cum for us, yeah? Be a good little girl and cum," he groaned breathily. Your breath hitched, walls clenching and spasming around his cock. "Come on, pretty angel. Show us," Felix chuckled, wrapping his lips around your clit. Strangled noises split past your lips as your orgasm broke through you "Fuck," you sobbed, arching your back.

Chan growled, pulling out of your pulsing cunt "Shit, shit, ah," he moaned, cumming onto your stomach. He let out shaky breaths as he came down from his high. "Let me use your tight little cunt, angel," Felix said, thrusting his cock at a brutal pace. Your body twitched from the overstimulation, pleasure warming under your skin once more. Felix grunted, plunging his cock deep into your ribbed walls "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm close," he keened, thrusting a few more pumps before pulling out to cum on your chest. 

The three of you laid pliant, catching your breaths. Chan groaned, carefully shifting the both of you off his aching body "I don't think I've ever climaxed that hard," he said, running his fingers through his hair. You hummed, burying your face into the pillow "I'm never going to another rave," you grumbled. Felix chuckled, kissing your forehead, "Aww come on, angel. Next time we'll go to a slightly calmer rave," he said, holding you close.

Chan chuckled, "Hey, just out of curiosity. How much do you think our parents bet on our relationship?" he said, wrapping his legs around the both of you. Felix smirked, "My mom placed a hundred," he said, brushing your hair. "Hm, maybe fifty? I don't think they saw us more than friends," you mumbled, nuzzling into Chan's chest. "I'd give the benefit of the doubt and say that my mom probably placed a hundred as well," Chan said, pulling the blankets.

Felix grabbed your chin, placing a deep kiss on your lips "This isn't a one-time thing, angel. We absolutely adore and love you," he whispered pulling away. Chan smiled softly, pressing his lips on yours "Although the shots may be a mistake. Now that we've gotten a taste of you, we're never letting you go," he whispered, placing pecks on your face. You giggled, rubbing your eyes sleepily "I wouldn't have it any other way," you said, burying yourself deeper into their warmth.

[daydreaming-in-letters]

Apricity

07/12/2023

Pairing: Andrew (Hozier) x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,733

Warnings: rpf, language, alcohol, heartbreak, pining, fluff

Summary: After a painful breakup, Andrew needs the comfort of his best friend.

A/N: I'm going to church tonight, and I brought an offering for the god(s). Hope you like it.

Picture by Daniel Goodman via Business Insider

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“Last orders.”

The booming voice rolled through the thick, hot air like thunder. It was a wonder they could hear it at all above the music and buzz of voices, she thought, but the bearded man behind the counter looked like the type who knew exactly how to make himself heard. Andrew on the other hand was not a man who raised his voice in conversation regularly, still she shivered when instead she suddenly felt his hot breath waft through her hair.

“Shall we take another?”

But he was gone before she could even turn to face him, let alone process his words and form a coherent answer.

“Oh, so no to that,” he misconstrued the confusion on her face as their eyes finally met. “You could have just said so, you know. No need to pull a face like that.”

“What face?”

“You know, the one where your eyebrows knit together just a tiny bit and the corners of your mouth fall a little.”

He tried to mimic her expression and whether he had intended to or not, he made her laugh. And as if that wasn’t enough already, he smiled along, that crooked half-smile of his, almost as if he was surprised anything he did could genuinely amuse her. 

“Andrew, that’s just my usual face. It doesn’t mean anything. Although…”

“Ah, see. Not just your usual face after all then. You can’t fool me, you should have realised that by now. I don’t know why you still keep trying though.”

The slight curl of his lips reappeared for a moment, making him look so very proud of himself. And, for the first time this evening, almost a little happy. Now who was she to take that away from him by telling the truth: that she had been fooling him about her true feelings for months, maybe even years, and very successfully so, it seemed. 

“You’re a grown-up, Andrew. Have a drink if you want another. But—”

The last word had earned her a very dramatic roll of his eyes.

“I knew there was a ‘but’.”

“Yes, Freud, we know, you can look through me like glass, anticipating my every move.”

He chuckled. “Finally you see reason, woman.”

“But seriously,” she could see another remark form behind his mischievous eyes, so she was quick to make her point, “is that wise? Another drink will only make you sadder than you already are.”

“Sad? I’m not sad. I’m angry. Fucking furious to be precise.” 

Mostly with himself, she assumed. In all this time she had known him, he had never held a grudge against anyone for long, if at all. But it wasn’t as easy for him to forgive himself at times. Still, anger was progress.

“Good.” Softly she squeezed his hand and waited until the tension of his sudden outburst slowly subsided. “That’s good. You’re moving into the next phase then.”

He mumbled something under his breath, the sentence impossible to understand against the bustle of the pub. The only word she could identify was “Freud”, enough to help her understand that it had just been another of his sassy retorts. His next words came clearer though.

“If that really is a good thing, why can I hear concern in your voice?”

“I’m just surprised, that’s all. I didn’t think you would recover from her so soon.”

Andrew had not told her what exactly had passed between them and she didn’t want to pry. She only knew that they had argued, and that his girlfr—ex-girlfriend—had given him an ultimatum of some sort. Whatever it had been about, he obviously hadn’t decided in the woman’s favour.

“Why shouldn’t I?” 

Before she was able to stop herself, she could feel her brow rise, reminding him that they both knew he wasn’t the type that skipped through relationships. The final decision had been made a mere five days ago, a rather short time in her opinion to move into the phase of anger. But Andrew wasn’t her and for all she knew whatever it was that had led to the sudden end of this relationship might have given him reason in abundance to be infuriated. 

“Come on, I only knew her for what? About half a year? It’s not as if she was…” For a brief moment he paused, his eyes resting on her while he tried to swallow the words that had already been forming on his tongue. But it was too late and when he finally continued, his voice was softer than it had been all evening, almost fragile. “…the love of my life.”

Eagerly he gulped down the remains of his drink as if to clean his mouth from its last statement before the glass hit the counter with an audible clink.

“You’re right though. I probably shouldn’t have another one of these. Better call it a night.”

He didn’t even wait for her response, long fingers already busy stuffing his lush bun underneath a grey beanie. She had just slipped into her jacket when he already turned to lead the way. It would be easy to get to the entrance with him in the lead, his tall form parting the crowd effortlessly for them. But he didn’t seem quite as confident in the impact of his height as he hesitated for a moment. She had no idea why, not until she could suddenly feel the warmth of his hand closing around her own. His action startled her, only for a brief second, while her brain was trying to recall a thousand memories at once just to make sure she wasn’t mistaken in thinking that he had never done this before. He hadn’t. Still it felt normal. Easy. Everything was always easy with him. Conversations, silence, laughing, crying — it was all easy. Effortless and comfortable. Natural.

It wasn’t long though before they were met with the cold night air. It hit her hard, almost making her take a step back as, with the first inhale of fresh air, it invaded her lungs. Still it was nothing, an irrelevant fact, drowned out against the much harsher sensation of his hand gliding out of hers. 

He didn’t even need to fully raise the hand that had been hers for a blink of time to make the taxi hold in front of them. But it was enough for the icy air to crawl underneath her clothes and wrap around her in a tight grip. Not even his sweet gesture of holding the door for her combined with the warmth that streamed towards her from inside the cabin could keep her from shaking violently.

And it didn’t stop. Not when the door closed, not when his body pressed against hers in the limited space of the back seat. She was almost convinced that nothing would ever stop this chill, when suddenly his voice filled the silence to state the obvious.

“You’re shivering. Come here.”

And then his arm was there, invading the unclaimed territory of her neck and shoulders to pull her close. It may have been the spirits inside her system, making her needy and weak to his touch. Whatever it was, she didn’t care as she sank deeper and deeper into the unmatched heat that seeped freely from him, directly underneath her skin. She could feel his chest rising and falling so evenly, as if her closeness meant nothing, as if this was the normal way to be. It was infectious, hypnotising her into a state of untainted drowsiness, one last thought remaining on her mind. This was it, not just the normal way to be, the only way to be. Even more so as his lips pressed to her hair, a gesture so tender it made her heart flutter, and she knew that she would never recover from this moment, however insignificant it was to him.

“I don’t think I told you, but I’m so glad you’re here.”

His words were mumbled against the crown of her head, almost inaudible above the noise of the car and the blaring music from the radio, but she had heard them and would cherish them forever, sealed inside her heart until her last breath.

For most, they would be the bare minimum after crossing an ocean in a hurry simply because she had known something was off. She always knew, from the fatigued tone of his voice to the slight change of colour in his eyes, from the way he had to force his smile, never quite reaching the full infectious gleam it usually held, his mind anywhere but with her while his fingers kneaded the palm of his hand in discomfort. 

She also knew that it had probably been an overreaction, but she would do a lot more for him than spend her last savings on a transatlantic flight and an overpriced Airbnb, for him, she would walk all the way through the eternal fires of hell and back if that was what it took to make him whole again. He probably wouldn’t do the same for her, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t expect him to, that was not the way love worked.

“Well, first and foremost I came here to whup that woman’s ass for treating you like...well, the way she did. Comforting you was just second on my list.”

Stirred by a deep chuckle, his hot breath wafted through her hair for the second time this night. It was addictive, and dangerous, because it made her want to cuddle in deeper until it was too late to let go. And right now, just for a second, she allowed herself to hope that he might actually let her. Later this night, she promised herself, she would forget all about it. Forget about the soothing warmth he gave her and the light his presence brought to her life, always. It would be hard to erase the memory of a love that had never been and never would, even more so in the cold of an unfamiliar bed, reminding her mercilessly that she was just another foreigner in a city of millions of strangers. In a world where no one truly knew her but one. And even he didn’t know the one thing she so desperately wanted him to know, yet feared to tell him the most.

“We both know that’s not true.” For a second she held her breath, stupidly fearing he had been listening in on her thoughts. “You couldn’t even hurt a fly.”

Technically, he was right, she silently agreed with him while she relaxed in his arms again. But this was about him. And seeing him like this, this gentle, loving, warm soul, defeated by the betrayal of someone he had given his whole heart to—even if he denied that now… To her, that was reason enough for far more than just a firm ass-whupping.

Maybe she should finally listen to the nagging voice inside her head and tell him just that. It seemed simple enough, a few words spoken from the heart and it would at last be out of her system. After month and month of silence it would be out in the open, released from her heart and yet vague enough for him to take it one way or the other. Like a spectator from the outside she felt herself move to leave his embrace, but before she even had the chance to open her mouth, he beat her to it. A strained groan fell from his lips, eyes rolling heavily in their sockets and she thought she might have missed the moment in which she had already made her confession without even noticing, when she realised his agitation had nothing to do with her at all. 

“Oh, come on. Of all the songs…”

Instant relief washed over her, causing a rush to the head that made her feel a little lightheaded. Enough for a cheeky grin to curl her lips.

“No, don’t you dare. Don’t even think about—” he warned, but too late.

“Go on now, go, walk out the door, just turn around now ‘cause you’re not welcome anymore…”

Her voice sounded all croaky and flat and she gave it her all to make it sound even worse. Knowing her absolute lack of talent, she usually avoided singing in public, and it had only ever happened on a handful of occasions, when the alcohol had made her indifferent to the physical pain she caused her poor audience. Andrew had always teased her relentlessly afterwards, but she knew all too well that he found it endearing and very amusing. He couldn’t deny that now, although his furrowed brows might give a different impression, but it didn’t take long until he accepted his defeat and the sweetest of smiles spread on his lips. And after leaving her hanging for another few lines, he joined in.

“I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high and you see me, somebody new, I'm not that chained-up little person still in love with you. And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free. Well, now I'm saving all my lovin' for someone who's loving me…”

They were both belting at the top of their lungs, all the way through the song, and when it finally ended, they fell back into their seats, giggling and panting violently as if they had just finished running a marathon. She was still holding her belly, completely wrapped up in their little cocoon of pure joy when she realised that something was off. She hadn’t noticed at first, but the taxi had come to a stop. It was hard to tell how long it had been standing in front of the red brick row house already, but if the driver’s face was anything to go by, it might have been quite a moment since their arrival. 

He cleared his throat while he held her gaze in the mirror and Andrew’s laughter died away as well. She hated the cabby a little for taking this moment away from her friend and threw him a dirty look. Andy deserved being happy, so much, if only for the length of one single song. Careful to soften her gaze, she turned to look at him.

“Well, I guess this is me then.”

His answer was nothing but a tight lipped smile that left her with a thousand different options of interpretation. She was still trying to work out its meaning when for the second time this night, he took her completely by surprise.

It wasn’t the fact that he reached out for her to pull her in for a hug that startled her, he always did that before they said goodbye, but the way his embrace felt just a little tighter, his familiar scent more intoxicating than usual and the wool of his coat that suited him so exceptionally well unbelievably soft underneath her fingertips. In a mere moment he invaded her whole being, flowing through her freely until she could hear her soul hum in the silence that surrounded them. 

It felt unholy to pull away, the sacrilege petrifying her in her seat, leaving her with no option but to stare at him. She had almost forgotten how beautiful his eyes were. That lush, mossy green, flecked with warm, earthy shades, she wanted to dive into them, and never return. 

And there it was again, that one feeling she only ever had when she was with him. It was hard to pin down, it was not as if she was not complete without him. She was. But she had spent her whole life trying to fit in and with him, she didn’t have to. It just came naturally.

For a tiny moment, it seemed as if he was moving closer again. She noticed his eyes fall to her lips, or maybe she had imagined it. Either way, she couldn’t help herself from doing the same, watching the pink pillows open the slightest bit, a sigh waiting to fall, or a word, but it never came. Instead, a dog barked somewhere nearby and the moment was gone. 

When she looked up, it was unmistakeable that the sadness had returned to his eyes as well. She hated it, hated every second they didn’t shine as brightly as they usually did. She missed the excitement they used to hold, the warmth and kindness they radiated from beneath his long lashes. And her heart broke for him all over again.

A soothing smile on her lips, the palm of her hand cupped his bearded cheek. She wanted to tell him that even if everyone were to abandon him, she would always be there. The words were forming in her mind so clearly, all she had to do was open her mouth and deliver them, but instead she heard herself say, “There is someone out there for you, Andrew. I’m sure of it.”

He returned her smile, faintly, but it was definitely there and it didn’t leave even as he turned his head to kiss the palm of her hand. 

“Good night.”

“Night, love. I’ll call you in the morning.”

She nodded, and then she was gone. Andrew moved over to the spot where she had been sitting to watch her walking up the stairs. One hand pressed against the leather of the seat, he felt her warmth that still remained, felt his skin soaking it up to let it warm him from the inside. 

She had always possessed this power, to warm him up and thaw his heart, even though he had thought that this time it had frozen for good. But the second he had taken her hand in that pub—whatever had driven him to do so—he had known that all would be well eventually. It had been so right, so natural, to feel her like that, if only he would be brave enough to tell her. But he could never, not as long as there was even the slightest possibility she didn’t feel the same. Because more than loving her in secret, it would hurt to lose her forever. He would rather have her as a friend than not at all because for him, there was no life without her. 

There was no way he would ever tell her, but it was this exact truth that had ended his last relationship. Faced with the choice between her and anyone else in this world, it would always be her. No matter what. There had never been the tiniest chance he could have decided otherwise. 

And now he was surer than ever that he had made the right choice. Maybe this night had made him delirious, he still couldn’t tell. She had been so close, filling first his senses and then his mind with nothing but her until he had let himself believe that this could really be it. His life as it was supposed to be. For a second he had even imagined that she was leaning in, that she wanted to kiss him just as badly as he wanted to seal her lips with his. 

But even if she had, it was probably only pity speaking. Or worse, she might have thought that he needed a cheap substitute to drown his pain. And nothing could be further from the truth. He had almost been thankful for the bark that had interrupted them, without it he would never have found the strength to pull away and return her abrupt goodbye. Still, it was better this way. By morning he would have forced himself to forget about everything that could have been tonight, he would call her as he had promised and pretend that she didn’t hold his heart. It had always been like that. And it always would be. 

She had almost made it to the door by now. Her steps already slowing while she was fumbling for the keys in her bag. He didn’t know how hard it was for her to hurdle the remaining distance between herself and the door. Especially with all the tears clouding her gaze. She had felt them coming even before the taxi door had closed behind her. And so she hadn’t looked back, afraid he might see. And now that she had almost made it, she couldn’t even find those bloody keys in her stupid bag. 

It seemed like a miracle when she finally closed her hand around the cold metal to bring it to the dim light of the streetlamps. But her triumph had been too hasty, the keys gliding out of her slippery fingers and shattering onto the ground with an ugly clattering noise. 

The frustration set loose more tears, forcing her to fish around blindly for them and when she had finally managed to find them, she fumbled around equally clumsily to find the keyhole. Her only solace was that she had heard the taxi pull away while she had been hunching on the ground, so at least nobody had seen. He hadn’t seen.

“You know, I was wondering,” she jolted upon the unexpected voice, her keys hitting the ground once more as she turned around in a hurry to find him right in front of herself. “When you said someone— Are you crying?”

“No,” she promptly replied, but it was useless to deny the obvious, she realised, as her croaky voice sounded through the silence, fresh tears still burning hot on her cheeks. And Andrew being Andrew, he didn’t hesitate. In the blink of an eye he was there, gentle hands cupping her face and wiping away the salty streams. 

“Why are you crying, love?”

She didn’t answer, her throat sealed by a lump of fear. If she answered truthfully now, she would lose him. And she couldn’t, she mustn’t.

But he knew anyway. It was obvious from the way his forehead wrinkled and his eyes softened upon the realisation. She hadn’t expected the crooked smile though that slowly began to grace his lips. 

“I see.”

His lips were even softer than she could have ever imagined, moving so tenderly with hers. And even though this was happening so fast that she didn’t know if she was awake or dreaming, she felt herself relax in his arms. Letting go of all her worries was suddenly so easy. Everything was easy with him. 

[nesquiiksstuff]

✎ ❝general relationship headcanons!❞

syzoth (feat. ashrah), baraka, raiden

love languages

fluff

thouple (syzoth + ashrah + reader)

thank you guys for so much support! im just going this hc thingy while I think up this for the raiden story (which hopefully won’t take too long). please enjoy!! ᰔ

ᰔ syzoth :: quality time and gift giving

he is not uncomfortable to talk about his passed family, honestly syzoth would enjoy if his partner was interested in that part of his life. whether it’s recommending visiting their grave site, or sharing his grief—is something that he greatly appreciates.

the reason ashrah and syzoth work so well is because they’re both trying to right their sins, having you be there and being supportive means the absolute world. he shows you that through small thoughtful gifts (mostly trinkets that he finds at markets or on his walks).

idk if anyone is actually interested in a thouple with them…but hear me out 🤲. I genuinely think ashrah and syzoth would be so well rounded and loving. date nights either in Shaolin’s gardens or mileena’s palace (probably in the library), always romantic with stereotypical candle light and a nice dinner. syzoth thinks it’s important to make it special as possible since there’s only a few times when you’re all together.

. . .

ᰔ baraka: acts of service, words of affirmation, physical touch

what baraka truly needs is another leader. there is so much responsibility placed on his shoulders with the colony—but of course he would never truly ask you to help, he’s stubborn and well…has a guilty conscience. you would need to insert yourself without needing to be prompted. assertiveness and responsibility is something he finds extremely attractive, as well as being compassionate, gods knows that it’s also something he needs.

physical contact is foreign to him, after years of being alone once his family passed and being ill. he adores it when you bring some type of normalcy to touching him, though he’s the first to pull away. baraka knows the risk he puts you in everyday, if he can limit the chances of tarkat spreading to you—while still indulging this relationship, he will.

like asking for extra leadership—he wouldn’t pursue you. baraka wouldn’t ever expect another chance of love, in all honesty he would think that his pining is one sided. Though once you’ve established a relationship with him, he’s open with you. private moments with you are filled with him thanking you for the work you put in the colony, and how you treat not only him but others. even though he’s no poet, he makes sure you know he cherishes you.

. . .

ᰔ raiden: words of affirmation and quality time

usually he pursues people that he highly respects. you don’t have to do something exceptional, but having passion for your own beliefs is what he values in a person and especially in a partner. also it would be admirable if you were interested in his own goals and aspirations, after all raiden’s prospective has changed much once the events in outworld has passed.

raiden is humble…but he likes showing off to you—not exactly out of place of smugness but he enjoys when you are impressed at his talents. he smiles so brightly whenever you compliment him on his achievements or on his hard work in general. it’s probably one of his top motivation besides him genuinely enjoy what he’s doing.

if you two ever got the chance to go back to fengjian his first goal would to introduce you to his family, he has to be a mama’s boy. he cares deeply for his family and he wants you to feel included in that circle. besides visiting them, he’s taking you to see the sites and old hang out spots. leading you along by holding your hand keeping you close (I love him he’s so sweet ugh). it means everything that you’re willing to listen to his childhood stories and just with him in general to visit his hometown.

sadly i’m trying to keep his to minimum since my own little headcanons for him should show up in the story i’m writing for him :]

thank you for reading!

[roses-r-rosie3]

Hiiiiii!!!! :)

Can I request Tomas Vrbada x male reader? They meet at madame bo's, the reader is helping at the restaurant, like cleaning and serving customers in exchange for food. Reader is kinda natural at talking to customers and everyone likes him. Tomas is absolutely smitten, but thinks that since the reader is acting the same with other customers it means nothing, his friends (Johnny) tease him. So his friends and madame bo hatch a plan for the two idiots in love to finally confess

Glue Song

Tomas Vrbada x M!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight mentions of nsfw, Romance, Crack-ish

Quote: “Okay so, what if, we bring in some ninja’s and they attack the place and Tomas saves y/n! Like a knight in shining armor!”

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You haven’t seen Radien and Kung Lao in months. You never got to say bye to them because you called out sick the day that they were tested, not knowing that it would be the last time you would have seen them until a while. So when you heard from Madame Bo that Kung Lao and Radien were coming by for dinner you were ecstatic.

What you didn’t expect was that they brought new people with them, a guy with a blindfold on and a movie star that you recognized. But one of those new people stood out to you, a guy with grey hair. He looked so cute, but you had to keep yourself professional because you were at work.

“Hey Raiden! Hey Kung Lao! It’s been so long since I’ve last saw you guys! And I see that you guys brought some guests!” You smiled.

Tomas was lovestruck. Your smile made him feel warm inside. He could stare at into your eyes for hours. He was mesmerized by your looks. He loved everything about you, your face, your glistening eyes, your hair, your hands, god he could just imagine your hands choking him while you-

“What drink can I get for you sir?” You asked.

“Oh- uh- s-sorry can I just get a water” Tomas stuttered.

“Of course” you smiled before leaving.

“Someone has a crush~” Johnny smirked.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” Tomas blushed.

“You’re blushing! You totally like him!” Kung Lao laughed.

“Would you stop talking so loud! He could hear you!” Tomas blurted out.

“So you do like him!” Johnny teased.

“Fine! I think he’s cute okay?! Now would you guys please keep it down!” Tomas scolded.

“Ouuuuu Tomas is in loooooooooove~” Johnny smiled.

“What are we? In middle school?” Kenshi scoffed.

“Yeah, let Tomas be, it’s not his fault that he liked y/n” Raiden said.

“Who likes y/n?” Madame Bo said.

“Madame Bo! What are you doing here! We didn’t say anyone liked y/n!” Raiden nervously laughed.

“Don’t play dumb with me. I might be an old lady but I’m not deaf. So it’s either you tell me who likes y/n or else I’m telling him that one of you like him” Madame Bo threatened.

“Fine! Tomas likes him but you can’t say a word to y/n!” Kung Lao confessed.

“He’s just y/n’s type” Madame Bo laughed before leaving.

“Wait Madame Bo! What does that mean!” Tomas called out.

Almost on queue, you showed up at the table with their drinks.

“I’m so sorry for being so late, here’s your drinks” you said as you handed out the drinks.

But as you were handing Tomas his drink, your hands accidentally touched, which caused Tomas started to blush really hard.

“Are you guys ready for me to take your orders?” You asked.

After you got their orders, you walked to the back to give their orders to the chefs before helping other customers.

“Tomas are you okay? You’re really red” Raiden asked.

“What did Madame Bo mean when she said that I was his type?” Tomas asked.

“She means that you’re the type of person that he finds attractive” Kenshi explained.

“I-is it true? Am I really his type?” Smoke blushed.

“Oh sure you are buddy! I’ve known y/n for years!” Kung Lao exclaimed.

Tomas watched as you were handing out all the customer’s plates. You were so kind to all of them, giving them polite smiles, making small talk with them, etc. Maybe Madame Bo and Kung Lao were just teasing him to get his hopes up. You were nice to everyone, what difference did he make?

“Are you sure?” Tomas questioned.

“One hundred percent, even Raiden can back me up” Kung Lao laughed.

“What if we make a plan to get them together!” Johnny exclaimed.

“Okay so, what if, we bring in some ninja’s and they attack the place and Tomas saves y/n! Like a knight in shining armor!” Johnny said.

“That’s a stupid idea” Madame Bo scoffed.

“Madame Bo! You’ve gotta stop doing that!” Raiden said.

“I have a better idea for you kids” Madame Bo smirked.

…

“And you guys said my ninja idea was stupid” Johnny said as he rolled his eyes.

“Are you sure about this Madame Bo?” Tomas asked.

“Yes, now I have to go, he’s coming” Madame Bo said before leaving.

“Sorry for your wait, it’s pretty busy today” you chuckled as you handed out everyone’s food.

When you were done handing out everyone’s food and making sure that everyone got the right food, you immediately started to serve other customers. Your smile, your voice, your eyes, your skin, your hair, everything about was so perfect, so sweet, sweet like honey.

As the night went on, Tomas started to doubt himself more and more. He noticed that you were nice to everyone you served. What if you were just doing your job and he got his hopes too high for nothing? What if-

“Dude, Are you okay? You haven’t even touched your food. You’ve just been staring at y/n the entire time” Raiden said.

“He’s lovestruck! Duh!” Johnny laughed.

“I’m fine” Tomas replied as he started to eat his food.

After everyone was done eating, that’s when the plan was going to be put into action. You walked up to the table to collect their empty plates.

“Can we get a check please?” Tomas asked.

“Oh don’t worry about it, it’s usually on the house when Raiden and Kung Lao are here” you smiled.

“Oh I’m afraid we can’t do that y/n, Kung Lao and Raiden brought 3 extra guests” Madame Bo said as she walked up to the table.

“Oh, okay then, I will bring the check, do you guys wanna pay separately or together?” You asked.

“Oh man! I don’t think any of us brought money” Kenshi said.

“I have an idea! Why don’t one of us help y/n clean and close up the store!” Kung Lao exclaimed.

All Tomas could focus on was your eyes. He could stare at them for hours. But all of a sudden he was snapped back to reality when he felt someone kick his legs.

“I said, why don’t one of us help y/n clean and close up the store” Kung Lao scolded.

“W-what? I mean- yeah! I mean- I will do it” Tomas stuttered.

“Then it’s settled, I can show you where the supplies are right now” you smiled before you started walking.

Tomas was quick to follow you, looking back to see all of his friend’s and Madame Bo cheering him on. Luckily, after you were done showing Tomas the basics of how to clean the place, it was already past closing time. But unluckily for Tomas, he didn’t hear a thing that you were saying just responding with ‘yeah’ and ‘mhm’ while he stared at your eyes.

So when it got to finally cleaning the place, Tomas didn’t know what to do at all. While you were cleaning, you chuckled as you saw Tomas struggling to broom the dust into the dustpan.

“Here let me help you with that” you chuckled as you held him from behind, guiding the broom to the dustpan.

Tomas could feel his face burning up. All of a sudden a romantic song started playing in the speakers of the restaurant. When you finally realized what you were doing and what was playing, you quickly let go.

“I-I um- I’m gonna go turn that off, I don’t even know how it turned on” you stuttered.

When you left to go to the back, Madame Bo, Johnny, and Kung Lao popped out of nowhere.

“What are you guys doing here?! And where is Madame Bo?” Tomas asked

“She had to go home, but don’t worry! We are here to help you!” Raiden exclaimed.

“I don’t need your help! Just go!” Tomas shooed.

“Really? It looks like you do” Kung Lao scoffed

Before everyone knew it, you were walking back, and they all got into their hiding spots, leaving Tomas alone once again.

“You know Tomas, when I was showing you how to clean the place, were you even listening?” You chuckled.

OH NO! HE WAS CAUGHT!!

His first instinct was to get on his knees and start crying for forgiveness. No, that would make him look even more guilty. So he decided to play dumb.

“What do you mean? I was totally listening” Tomas replied.

“Oh really?” You laughed.

You decided to skip that topic, for now. You and Tomas had a blast talking to each other while the two of you cleaned (more like you cleaning and him just looking into your eyes BUT STILL). You two got to know each other, knowing the others favorite hobbies, songs, food, etc.

When the two of you got done cleaning, you put all the things back into the cleaning closet before walking out of the locking up restaurant. Tomas offered to walk you home, and how could you not say yes! The walk to your house was usually boring, but with Tomas there with you, he made you feel like wanting to walk with him forever.

“Thanks for walking me home Tomas, maybe we can do it again sometime” you smiled.

You were about to unlock the door to your house until you felt someone grab your arm.

“Wait y/n, I have something to tell you” Tomas blushed.

“What is it?” You asked.

“I-I like you” Tomas confessed.

You looked at the ground, looking disappointed at first. Did Tomas really just screw up? But suddenly you started laughing. Oh great! Now you’re gonna make fun of him!

“It took you long enough” you laughed before pulling him in for a kiss.

You could tell that Tomas was shocked at first, feeling his jolt of surprise. It didn’t take long before he started kissing you back though. You puts put your hand on the back of his head, and stroked his hair in a reassuring way, calming him down a bit.

When the two of you pulled away from each other, you stared into each other’s eyes. Tomas took his time to think about what just happened, while also trying to savor the taste of your lips. But that’s when something hit Tomas, what did you mean when you said it took him long enough?

“Wait y/n, what do you mean?” Tomas asked.

“What do you mean, what do I mean?” You chuckled.

“When you said it took me long enough” Tomas said.

“Oh, when I was in the back turning off the music, Madame Bo came out of nowhere and told me how you liked me and I just connected the dots from there” you replied.

“Wha-”

“FINALLY THEY ARE TOGETHER” Madame Bo, Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, and Raiden celebrated as they popped out of one of the nearby bushes.

“OH MY GOD! YOU GUYS WERE HERE THE WHOLE TIME?!” You and Tomas both said in synch.

[blond3ang3l]

Stolas x demon! Reader angst

“You always end up back here when he leaves you stolas so why do you keep coming back to me? If you love him so much then the fuck am I here for.” You already knew the answer he was going to say it was the same answer he always says. “Oh don’t act like that you know why I deal with him.”

God how infuriating only a couple words can be. You just want an answer, a real answer not some bullshit so you can shut up. After you ask it always became tense which lead to Stolas quickly leaving not to long after. And for someone who hates being toyed with damn did he push your buttons. Always making promises to make you his and getting your hopes up. Only for reality to hit you when you’re once again sent pictures of him with Blitzo.

Constantly asking your self whether or not you were asking for to much. Maybe you’re being dramatic. I mean you guys weren’t technically together so he can do as he pleases right? Constantly leaving you on read once he left your place until he messages you to come over. Always hearing about him didn’t help your feelings either. It’s not like you can go to just anyone to talk to them about it. He’s royalty and you’re just an assassin, who would trust you?

You don’t know what snapped in you but scrolling across social media and seeing Stolas himself post a picture of him and Blitzo it made you pissed. He thought he could just play you like some type of bitch? It was a shock to him when he went to text you but his messages wouldn’t deliver. Even more of a shock to him when he couldn’t find your social media.

But the biggest shock to him was when he came over to your place to try and talk to you but instead saw you sitting on someone’s lap…

You guys guess who it wasssss

[iheartjameshetfield]

Okay okay I know I would kill for James and the urge to be his girlfriend is killing me but imagine being his girl bsf.

Like from kindergarten you and him where friends and now you two are inseparable. Just for him to be so comfortable around you makes me feel a type of wayyy. And you two tell each other like EVERYTHING.

Because your parents are always out of town, James would always come around to your house and stay for days on days.

(Like when you two are like 15 or something) You somehow manage to get alcohol and cigarettes. So you two would just get drunk to a degree and mess around in your back yard.

Like having that kinda friendship with James to the point where you are like brother and sister is so fucking cute like OH MH GOD SOMEONE HELP ME. 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Someone send help this boy is too cute

NO CUZ IVE HAD THE SAME THOUGHT

like as much as i literally wanna marry this beautiful specimen of a man, just imagine being his best friend in the whole world.

you would’ve been there for all his shit and he would be there for all of yours. i feel like james use to be the type of person who didn’t know how to comfort someone that much, like he’d be more awkward ‘how do i stop her from being sad’ he would mean well but he just wouldn’t know what to do

but with you? god you’ve been friends for lord knows how long, he knows that he doesn’t even have to say anything. he knows that you just being in his embrace, hugging you for as long as you need it and him murmuring sweet words to you is enough. he knows that you’ll be ready to talk about it on your own pace. he knows not to try and give you advice. he understands that you just need someone to understand and hear you

during classes, you two wouldn’t even focus. you would just keep talking and talking, shit talking everyone you can, drawing the weirdest shit you can think of in each other’s notebooks or playing games like tic tac toe.

most of the time, one of you, if not the both of you, were asleep. you grab his wrist slowly to be sure not to wake him up and draw on his hand or write meaningless notes or insults on him. or when you’re the one who is asleep, he’d mindlessly play with the ends of your hair. i feel like he would also take notes for you if you fell asleep during smth important. you couldn’t even count the amount of times you both were late to class because both slept throughout the session, james’ back slouched against his chair while you rest your head on his arm.

he would alwayssss make sure to walk you to your class first, not caring how late he would be to his own.

sometimes, when you both were sooo done with school, you’d ditch. you would leave early and go back to your house. you would eat whatever snack you found while he shows you something new he learned on the guitar, or you’d both be in the back yard, listening to whatever was on the radio while you pass a joint back and forth, talking about whatever came to mind since there were no secrets between the two of you

james would teach you how to drive since your parents didn’t have the time. he’d make silly remarks, pretending to clutch onto the seatbelt harder than necessary as he prays to god to forgive him for everything he’s done while you tell him to shut up and not be overdramatic.

during prom, you were sort of down that no one had asked you, although you weren’t surprised since you didn’t really interact with anyone from your grade other than james.

to make you feel better, he would buy you flowers and ask you instead. he’d do the whole matching his tie with your dress and even pick you up from the front door like a gentlemen.

when you guys were in middle school, you started using this camera that you found somewhere in your house. you would take pictures of the weirdest things or take pictures of james during the most unusual timings. he could be opening a can of beer, or picking out a record, or even tuning his guitar and every three seconds, he’d feel you take a picture of him.

it annoyed him a lot at first, which only made you take more pictures of him, but after a while he got used to it. in fact, he enjoyed it and would sometimes use the camera to take pictures of you or the both of you together.

james sees you as his little sister, so he hates it whenever you’d wear something a little showy. whenever you’d go to a gig with him or a club or just anywhere, he always makes sure to stay close to you, chasing off any guy that even thinks about making a move on you. you get annoyed at him most of the time but other times, you were thankful. although you did find it irritating whenever he’d pull your shirt up or your skirt down or even giving you his jacket, telling you to cover up.

this picture of james is so childhood-best-friend trope i cant explain it, but he would totally smile this way with you only or when you tell him to smile big for the camera, he’d give you this goofy grin 😭😭

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 5 - Music Monday: Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want – The Smiths

i’m challenging myself to keep all these at either 127 or 1,270 words each, see day one for more of an explanation! this one is part two to this!

Steve watches Eddie slump out the front door with a jingle. He jumps off the curb in front of the store and hops into his van, starting it up and heading off down the road without a glance back toward the store.

He also didn’t glance up at Robin, not even seeming to notice that she was trying to get his attention on her way to the door. First with a wave, then a call to him, finally standing herself on the curb just to watch him go when he doesn’t answer.

“What’s with Doofus?” She says when she comes inside, jerking a thumb over her shoulder towards where Eddie’s van disappeared to.

“Dunno, he’s just being weird as usual.”

Robin gives him a look, “I don't know, Dingus, he looked….”

Steve glances up from his pile of returns when she doesn’t finish her thought.

“He looked…?”

“The first thing I thought of was ‘broken down’, but that’s not the right word...”

Her words twist his stomach into knots, “Why would he look broken?”

“Not..” she huffs, “He looked…defeated! That’s the one, he looked defeated. Like, super sad and also angry, but also like he knew he couldn’t do anything about…whatever it was you did to him…What’d you do to him, Steve?” she asks, only half-faking her exasperated concern.

“What’d I—I didn’t do anything to him! This girl came in and he zoned out completely when I showed him her number.”

“You got a girl’s number? Nice job, Dingus!”

“Thanks.” he grins.

“But go back to Eddie, why would he ‘zone out’ when you told him you got her number?”

“Beats me,” Steve shrugs, going back to his stack. “He just said that he thought he knew her— oh my god, do you think that was an ex of his??”

“Not at all.” Robin answers immediately, resolute as ever.

Steve blinks at her. “Wow. Okay, you seem really sure. What, are blondes not his type.”

Her eyes flick upward off his face momentarily. “Nope, don’t think blondes do it for him.”

“Munson! Eddie! I know you’re in there, damnit!”

He hears Robin out near the front door, but doesn’t move from his bed. Just sniffs, and wipes his eyes again. The skin of his eyelids are getting raw.

She grumbles, and he can hear her stomp down the porch to the side door just outside his own.

“Eddie, I can hear you wallowing.”

“No you can’t!” his voice comes out thick with the last of his tears, which is odd since it’s been at least six hours since his eyes stopped actually leaking tears.

“Open up, Doofus.”

He doesn’t want her to come in. He doesn’t want anyone to come in.

“It’s unlocked, Birdie.”

Eddie hears the door scuff open in its frame, but doesn’t bother to look over.

“Well shit, look at that. Why didn’t I try that?” Robin mumbles to herself, shoving the door back into place.

She appears in his doorway, arms crossed across her chest.

He watches her examine him for a moment, then looks away.

“C’mon Doofus, let's get you cleaned up, huh?”

Eddie lets her sit him up on his bed, hunching forward with his legs crossed and arms holding his own chest together. Why does this hurt so bad? It wasn’t even real.

Robin sits behind him, poking one of her boney knees into the small of his back.

She reaches forward and sweeps his hair back from his face, raking her fingers through one side, then the other, slowly detangling it with her fingers at first, before he points out where his hairbrush had been abandoned this morning. 

This morning? Was it really only this morning?

Fuck..

“Why did you come here?” He croaks out.

“Rude.”

“No, I mean..” he huffs, “How’d you know I’d be…”

“Hurtling into despair?”

That makes him chuckle, though it comes out as nothing more than a slightly stronger puff of air through his nose. “Yeah. That.”

She’s quiet for a moment, so he adds on, “Steve told you I was being weird, didn’t he?”

“He didn’t have to, Doofus, you walked right past me on your way out of the store.”

“...Oh.”

“But he did say that you were ‘being weird, as usual’.” She says as she finishes brushing out the tangles in his hair. She then starts fiddling with it, tugging the strands this way and that. “He asked me if maybe you were interested in that girl and when I said ‘Not at all.’ he was all ‘What, are blondes not his type?’.”

That makes Eddie laugh for real, though it still comes out sounding strained.

She finishes with whatever it is she’s doing with his hair before either of them says anything else. With it all pulled back, he can feel the dampness of the strands pulled back at his temples.

“I uh.. kinda zoned out for a minute after she left. And you know how..imaginative I can be.” She knows about his preferences, and he hers, so he knows that she knows (or can guess at the very least) where his mind went. “I didn’t mean to take it as far as I did, I just got kinda…” Swept up? Enamored? “...Lost.”

He hunches in on himself again. How could he be so stupid? And why is he even letting it affect him so much? “It’s so stupid…I’m so stupid.”

Robin is quiet for a couple more moments. “Where’d you go?”

“He took me on a date..” He says, voice teetering on another fucking sob. “We came back here…he was so sweet.

“And then, like an idiot, I suggested he take that blonde chick on the same date.”

“Eddie..”

He shakes his head, squeezing himself and his eyes shut once more before he stands. First atop his mattress, then hopping down from it opposite from where Robin is still sitting. “It doesn’t matter,”

The hoodie on the floor at the end of his bed grabs his attention. Pulling it on, he shuffles around the foot of the mattress and passes her, his head poking out under the hood as he steps out of his bedroom for the first time since getting home that morning.

The old bedframe squeaks with the loss of Robin’s weight, the floors creaking under it instead as she follows.

“D’ya want anything? Mac n’ cheese, maybe?”

“Sure, sounds good.”

Eddie nods from his spot half inside the fridge, pulling out the butter and shutting the door behind him.

Robin stays quiet as he works, crossing the threshold between kitchen and living room to rummage through their tapes.

“You gotta have some normal music around here somewhere, Munson.”

Eddie scoffs, “All my music is normal music, Birdie.”

She grumbles again, then shuffles away back down the hall. Must be going to the bathroom or something.

She comes back not long after the macaroni starts to boil.

He hears the plastic-on-plastic sound of her fiddling with a tape, maybe she found one she wanted to listen to after all.

“Find something y’wanna try, Bobs?”

“Yeah; not sure what it is, but it was the tape in the boombox back in your room.”

Eddie hums, probably his Dio tape.

Robin shifts, the stool creaks when she gets off it.

No, can’t be Dio, that was a couple tapes ago now…

The tape clicks into place.

Oh no.

“Rob, wait—!”

“So please please please, let me get what I want…”

Robin’s mouth is agape.

“....S’not what it sounds like.”

“The Smiths, Eddie? Really?”

“I was in my feelings, okay?! Let me live!”

She grins, “Oh you’ve got it bad, Munson.”

OOOOHHH what's gonna happen neexxxt??

this has been added as a chap 2 on ao3 as well!