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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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OKAY OKAY I ANT HELP IT IM SORRY FOR SPAMMING BUT im a whore so wine: ingredient 18 + sugar 5 + spice 18 for my husband noritoshi

— I KNOW

: noritoshi kamo knows just what to do with you, and it seems there’s a lot more that he’s aware of than he lets on...

: warnings : mature content ahead!

meal order: 🍷 +18 (marriage for convenience au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 18 (disciplining) + thigh riding. your meal has been served! also okay WOW this is my first time writing for husband! noritoshi and im QUAKINGGGG simp for this man SIMP SIMP this man is fine FINE

check my masterlist and bio for my milestone event!

“You’re not holding up your end of the deal, princess,” Noritoshi murmurs in the column of your neck, his deep voice sending shivers down to your core. He snickers at this and runs his hand under your – his – shirt, brows raising when his rough palm makes contact with your bare breast. “No bra?” His fingers flick over a sensitive nipple and you grit your teeth, back arching as you press closer to him. “Hmm, always so responsive…”

“I’m sorry, Nori, I’m sorry, so sorry,” you keep mumbling over and over until you’re grinding on his thigh.

The clothing ratio is absolutely unfair. Noritoshi is still fully clothed, save for the slight exposure of his shoulder blades from when your eager hands ran over it minutes ago, needy and wet just for him.

But you’d been bad. The idea of marriage appalled you because you couldn’t handle the thought of being so committed to someone, but after finding out that your clan leaders planned to marry you to Gojo Satoru out of everyone, you immediately called out to Noritoshi Kamo – a family friend who seemed like he’d be decent enough as a husband.

It turns out he’s also in the same dilemma. His clan leaders also plans on marrying him to a much older woman notorious for mothering several children from different mothers, and he’s afraid of being tied down to a stranger like that.

Which is why you find yourself living under the same roof as him, the tension thick and painfully awkward.

You haven’t seen Noritoshi ever since you were little, and even then, the guy was too reclusive and preferred his books over playing with the other kids. He just has this aura that told everyone they weren’t on the same level as him, and you remember wondering why he shuts himself out like that, until you found out Noritoshi’s just pressured to be the perfect clan head like everyone expects of him.

After both your clans heard of your marriage, they were beyond delighted. In a way, you were too, but it still didn’t change the fact you didn’t know Noritoshi that much.

But it seems that’ll change soon, because you’ve been bratty and lashed out during the clan dinners a few hours ago. They made a degrading comment about Noritoshi about how he wasn’t doing enough as the clan head. Angered, you slammed your fists on the table, defending that Noritoshi’s doing a great job and they should stop breathing down his neck like that.

The moment the table fell silent, you knew you fucked up. Everyone stared at you with wide eyes, and if it wasn’t for Noritoshi’s warm hands brushing against yours with a calm request to sit down, you would’ve absolutely lost it.

“What were you thinking?” Noritoshi begins to kiss your exposed collarbone, breathing in your sweet scent that has him going crazy and hard under his robes. He finds it flabbergasting you’re so innocent, so unaware of your effect on him, walking around every morning wearing his shirt and those skimpy shirts as if you aren’t tempting enough already. After seeing that act you pulled tonight, Noritoshi’s hands roughen a little bit more as he pushes your bra straps to the side, effortlessly unclasping the material before it falls to the side. “You should’ve known better than to displease the elders, princess. Who knows what they’d do to us?”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” you whine out breathily, pushing your hips backward and forwards on his thigh to get some friction.

Noritoshi’s hands have been all over you the moment the clan driver dropped both of you off home. He’s upset – this much you know – and he lets you feel this by pushing you to the wall and slipping in his tongue past your soft lips.

You’re panting and moaning his name, and it’s embarrassing because he hasn’t even touched you there yet. Noritoshi tugs at your top to reveal your breasts and his eyes widen, breath growing shaky for a bit before he leans down, his mouth wrapping around the hardened bud. “No-Nori, gosh,” you moan under him, his arms now trapping both your hands beside your head.

Noritoshi doesn’t stop pleasing you with only his tongue and lips, swirling his tongue all around your nipple until it’s hard and perked just for him. He laps at like a starved man, groaning when your legs wrap around his waist to bring him closer.

“Nori, please, need you – n-need you to fuck me, please.”

“Do you deserve it?” his mouth finally leaves your perky titties, panting at the sight of you laid out open and wanton for him. A small gasp falls from your lips when Noritoshi finally tugs at the knots of his robe, pushing his boxers down to reveal his long length. It seems you’re not the only one who’s flustered and aroused; his cock is red and slapping along his abdomen, the tip flushed and leaking with pre-cum already. “Will you finally learn your lesson if I fuck you good?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes.”

“Hmm,” Noritoshi taps the tip of his cock to your folds, coating it with your arousal and you’re clenching around nothing. You reach up to grab him by the collar until you’re kissing him again, Noritoshi’s breathy sigh like music to your ears.

He leans forward and enters you in one fluid motion, the sudden stretch making you pull away as you moan left and right. Noritoshi presses his forehead to yours, hands looped around your smaller ones as he gives a small, experimental thrust. Your reaction is immediate. You fall back onto the pillows while your pussy sucks him in like you’re claiming that he belongs inside you and with you only – and you want him, you want him, you want him so bad that you hope he knows it.

“I love you,” you suddenly blurt out, and Noritoshi stills above you for a second. He replaces his silence by slowly gyrating his hips, making his dick rub against your walls, your breasts bouncing and following his slow, sharp yet deep thrusts. “I know it’s too early, but I love you, and I want you so much you won’t get it.”

Noritoshi bites his lips when you suddenly clamp down on him, almost as if prompting him to answer. Sweat forms in your hairline as Noritoshi keeps thrusting into you, his eyes shut close at the feeling of your walls hugging his cock.

You don’t know if your heart is beating a mile a minute because he’s fucking into you so good that your body is shaking and you’re about to see white, blinded by the godly sight of Noritoshi slowly losing his composure of finally being in his wife’s tight little cunt. “I know,” he mumbles with a husky voice, and you moan louder when Noritoshi’s pace only quickens. “I know – because I look at you the same way, and I love you, god, I fucking love you.”

Noritoshi seals your confessions by pounding into you harder, his robes falling into the his elbows and you’re blessed with the sight of his abs glistening with his sweat. His stomach tightens every time he hits your sensitive spot and you’re there under him, gazing up at him lovingly with one of your hands gently buried in his hair.

It’s almost like making love with how he’s worshipping you with his eyes – making you feel like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on – but his rough thrusts says otherwise.

“Noritoshi, b-baby, I’m close.”

“I know,” he repeats with such a soft smile that the contrast of his next actions has you gasping and your walls fluttering around him, thighs sore while he splits your pussy open with his cock. “But you’re not cumming without my permission, princess,” Noritoshi’s hands wrap around your neck, squeezing it and cutting off your air supply. Responsive as always, your eyes widen and your fucked out expression only entices him to fuck you into oblivion. “As your husband, I still need to teach my little wife a lesson and discipline her.”

#noritoshi kamo x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #noritoshi kamo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #noritoshi kamo x reader fics #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader imagines #noritoshi kamo x reader imagines #noritoshi kamo x reader romance #noritoshi kamo imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen romance #suki: 500 milestone event #NORITOSHI KAMO BRAINROT OMGGGG #HE IS SO FINE PLEASE #my first time writing for this man and i dont REGRET it

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spyrkle4 · 3 years ago

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owl house and amphibia destroyed me this week rip Sparks

and im gonna talk about them

so uh first owl house

(spoilers under cut u know the drill)

-THE DREAM SEQUENCE.... SO CUTE ;-;

-King just wants both his families together ;-;

-The flashback sequence Luz is not Okay

-Also she feels so bad for contributing its not ur fault Luz bby ;-;

-HOOTY AND KING GIVE BEST HUGS

-COOL AUNT LILLITH TO THE RESCUE

-I made a post about this but how dare they have Eda cry worrying abt her kids that is the face of a worried mother and i am hit emotionally in the gut just LET THEM BE OKAY

-WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE DAY OF UNITY IS IN A WEEK. HELLO?!

-King finally got his letter

Me before this ep: Im mad at Hooty for eating the letter

Me after this ep: actually Hooty was right to eat it

-hhhh family feels with the pirate

-huh i guess if there were more than 1 titan then there’d be more than one isle

-i wanna know how that portal works

-but wow titan hunters??? cool

-until the twist of the ep

-When I heard the leader is named “Bill” I totally thought of the satan dorito from Gravity Falls... im not the only one right???

-KING IS A TITAN?!?!?! WH?!

-HE JUST WANTS TO PLAY CATCH I AM SOBBING

-Oh god if King is a titan the owl house might wanna expand bc he is going to end up very tall

-Wait if King is a titan WTF happened to his dad?!

-Also if the Collector kills titans does that mean it was trapped by a titan I NEED ANSWERS

-ALSO THAT ENDING WTF I AM AFRAID

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Okay now for frog show

-Three armies was good but WHO GAVE POLLY WEAPONS?!

-Also am sad bc look what Andrias did... he made the three races of amphibia hate each other its just... sad... very sad...

-that bit where Anne was a known meditator back home was SO cute, Anne really out here using the power of friendship

-The team building exercises I liked the knot part where Sasha’s group did super well it was wholesome

-AND THEN ANNE GOING SUPER SAIYAN ON THE GROUPS FOR FIGHTING LMAOOOO

-The message being that “they cant forget the past but they could work together to build a better future” is great

-MOTHER OLM COMING IN TO DELIVER THE LATEST NEWS AHAHAH

-the second ep destroyed me from beginning to end that flashback start???

-Marcy feels... so many mf-ing marcy feels

-I did not expect Sasha to bring up the whole “Marcy was the one who brought them to Amphibia thing” but ig it’d be weird if they rugswept it, and her not even sure if they can repair their friendship???

-i hate it here

-Grime doing a battle playlist so cute

-he’s just vibing and i love the implications that Sasha shares her phone w/ her toad dad

-The part where Anne tells Sasha that forgiveness is hard but its worth it ALL THE FEELS. ig it shows that while their friendship isnt the same anymore that doesnt mean things cant be okay, I mean Anne and Sasha were besties the second half of the season

-OLIVIA AND YUNANA HOLY COW

-oh they’re mind controlled should’ve seen this coming

-THAT DANCE BATTLE PART WAS GLORIOUS

-Oh no

-Oh no Darcy

-Oh no them doing that “you weren’t a good friend ever” to Sasha how dare u

-Also ANDRIAS IN THIS EP

-THE PART WHERE HE ENTERS THE FIGHT

-AND THE BIT WHERE THEY LOST THAT IS SO SAD WTF

-im so glad Anne managed to buy some time that is some quick thinking.

-The “Shut up Andrias” with Darcy hahahah

-OH NO EARTH LOOK OUT OH NOES

-PLEASE TELL ME ANNE’S PARENTS ARE OKAY

-THAT CREDITS SCENE FUCKING BROKE ME OKAY?! THE PIANO MUSIC AT THE END WAS WHAT GOT ME AND NOW I AM IN TEARS AND I AM GOING TO EAT COOKIES AND LOOK AT MEMES TO TRY AND COPE WITH THESE EPISODES BC GOD THEY BROKE ME

#the owl house #toh spoilers #amphibia #spoilers #just sparks things

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tangledstarlight · 3 years ago

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broken promises and lost dreams (sometimes it’s just all meant to be)princess julieta has known all her life that she would one day have to marry, she’d just always believed in the promise her parents made her that it would be her choice. when she is told a marriage to the prince of stornoway has been arranged for her julieta realises a prison of fine silks and pretty words is still a prison. so, on impulse, she runs away. it’s a long way to willowmarrae, but with new friends and unexplored freedom julieta feels ready for just about anything.

[ it’s a runaway royalty au that no one asked for but im having a blast writing anyway ]

sorry abuot this being like 2 months late and 7k long. thats my bad. but it’s also ff!luke’s fault this chapter is very much just full of bad sword fights, bobby being a complete dickhead and mentions of blood. but the cat finally gets an official name so i think it’s a win-win. anyway, pls enjoy!!

once upon a time there was a girl who faced down her villain with fear in her heart, who froze when she needed to move, who loved her friends enough to give up her freedom.

When she was little Julie had dreamt of going on an adventure like she had read about in one of her books. Of seeing new places and trying new foods and making new friends and fighting foes and saving trapped damsels and falling in love. She had spent hours when she was younger, creating grand adventures and acting them out while her mother laughed and composed a soundtrack just for her.

Then she had gotten older and resigned herself to an ordinary life with predictable days, where her only true freedom would come in the hours spent creating music. Then her mother had died and music lost it’s magic and her father had broken his promise and Julie had run away. Had embarked on an adventure she was not prepared for.

But she liked to think it had been going okay.

Sure the journey was taking a little longer than any of them had expected, and none of them really knew how to cook, but she had made new friends and was seeing new places and trying new things. And she felt free and light and the music she had once composed with her mother was always playing lightly in her mind.

And then there was Luke.

Julie didn’t know if it was love. That seemed like too big of a word for someone she had only known for a handful of weeks, and who she’d practically hated at first. But he was sweet and funny and took the time to apologise when he was wrong and always offered her his extra blanket on the nights that were cold and listened when she talked. And he smiled at her like she was something magical. Like she was important and special. She didn’t know if it was love or like or infatuation, she was excited to find out though. To get to know him more. To maybe see what would happen when they reached Marrae.

It was exactly the kind of adventure she’d always dreamt of. Far off places and new faces and intoxicating emotions.

Which was probably why she should have expected something to go wrong. Because that’s what always happened in the books. The heroes were having a good time until…

So she supposes she should have been better prepared for her ‘until’ moment.

continue on ao3...

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #luke patterson #jatp fics #jatp fic #jukebox #i think thats it? idk anyway. i put this off for like a month and a bit then wrote it in 3 days #i truly just write nothing or i write too much. no in between these days #also when i say bobby is Not A Good Person in this fic i mean that whole heartdly so like. pls dont hate me for it ghjfdks #*fics #rosie vs writing

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emiliaheartfeel · 4 years ago

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Supergirl

Chapter 9: Wtf is going on

AN: The final chapter should be out today or tomorrow because studying was hurting my face so I start working one this. Again this is only volume 1. Pretty please make sure to comment!

And just as you guys had planned Suna arrived to your apartment with the little snacks you had mentioned in passing you liked. Your heart beat a little faster knowing he remember even though you two had know each other for a little less then a month. Not being able stop yourself you throw your arms over his broad shoulders hugging him tightly.

“Aw missed me that much.”

“You were right. We should’ve hung out early this week.”

Your left foot goes to rub the back of your right calf as you let him go. You have been ridden with anxiety since you got his text about the twins lying. It kinda is freaking you out. Maybe he will let you change your mind and you two can have movie night with the snacks. No, No! You were going through with this.

“Okay so what’s going on?”

“You might want to sit down.”

“No thank you. I am so nervous I think I am going to throw up.”

“Reasonable. Um... so ah”

“Hey I am going to be fine.”

“I don’t know if you are.”

“With all due respect you don’t know that well.”

“I know, but it’s not good.”

“Suna, I need support and honesty.”

“Well honestly it’s not good but you definitely are.”

“That was terrible”

“Okay so I don’t really know where to start”

“Just pick a spot and go from there”

“Ah.. so like you had sex with Atsumu.”

Her head snaps so fast to him he’s shocked she doesn’t have whiplash. The horror one her face makes Suna nauseous now. She swallows as her face is still pale.

“What does that have to do with this!”

“Shit. Should I have started with the fact that they both actually love you like romantically.”

Watching her reacting told him he might have been better leaving that out and for the twins to tell you when you eventually confront. At least he hoped you were going to. Yeah they fucked up, but like you said earlier they were all you basically had. Which after he talked to you more he found was really true. They were your biggest support through the good and the bad. He knew this would effect you guys relationship no matter what he just hoped there was still a relationship.

“Ah... Atsumu and Osamu have both loved you for years. They didn’t want the relationship to change so neither of them made a move.”

“Wait that means,”

Your voice cracks as it dawned on you Tsum had known this and lied to you. Tsum lied to you and then fucked you. You couldn’t feel anything.

“Do you need me to stop for now?”

You give a short nod biting your pointer finger to hold the scream of anguish. Tsum was your rock. A foundation that was unmoving in your life. That foundation has shifted under your feet and thrown you on your back knocking any air out of you. You can’t find your footing it like that one time you hit the vault square in the center of your back. You’re gasping for air that your lungs can’t find.

“Can I approach you,”

You barely hear Suna over the buzzing in your head but you find your head bobbing up and down. He sits you down on your couch leans you into him and just holds you.

“I got you. Anytime it becomes too much just say the word and I will let ya go.”

“No... just.. need to breath”

“Yeah okay beautiful. Whatever you need”

You both sit there awhile as he starts to play with you hair gently. You hum as you close your eyes and focus on keep your breath even. Not knowing how much time has pasted you sit up straight and look Suna in the eyes.

“I think I am good. Please continue”

“You sure?”

“Yes”

“So he lied to you. He says he never meant for it to escalate but he’s weak and selfish he’s not gonna deny that. But yes he lied to you about Osamu”

“Okay but how is Osamu lying to me? You said the twins not Atsumu.”

“Atsumu finally told Osamu all this last week. After he calmed down enough to talk to Atsumu he said you couldn’t know. And they agreed not act like it never happened and move on. Put their feelings aside forever and just be there for.”

“That’s a lot to take in”

You feel like you are in water. Just floating there without sound or sight or much of anything. Both of them have betrayed you knowingly. You didn’t think that one of them would do this, but now you have to deal with both of them. You take another breath for yourself. You don’t know what your going to do. You need time to process this.

“Take it in your own time”

“But they are gonna worry if I just don’t talk to them”

“Think about you right now. What’s going to help you”

“Okay can we stay like this then”

“Yeah sure”

His long arm wrap around trapping you in the warmth when you feel so cold. You don’t know how to feel. You’re hurt and confused. And want to talk them immediately but also never want to see them again. You want to hug them and tell them your all good but also tell them you’ll never be the same. So you just stay there in their best friend’s arms.

Your brain stutters at that. They love you and your find comfort in their best friend from wounds they have caused. How fucked up is that. What if he’s here because now he knows your ‘easy’, but Suna hadn’t been giving you any of those vibes. You just couldn’t get rid of the grating feeling of being with their friend instead of them. Maybe he told you to bring you into his arms. You don’t know anymore. The two people you trusted most you no longer trust and your seeking solace from someone who is kinda a stranger.

“Hey, hey your okay,”

“You’re they friend”

“Yes”

“But you told me something they definitely did want you to”

“I told you already I couldn’t help but think of my sister.”

“So your not here for the hanky lanky”

“Hanky panky?! Hahaha no I am not! Not to say your not attractive I have expressed many times how attractive I find you. It’s just it’s not appropriate not with the information you just got. And we haven’t even talked about dating”

“Oh”

“Hey I know your mind is probably a mess right now. Don’t worry about talking or asking me anything.”

“I don’t want to start dating not with this. I got to figure this all out.”

“I figured as much. But if you want to play a game and chat just let me know.”

“I didn’t want to start a relationship before this like not a solid one I guess”

“Oh...”

“No not like it’s you. Um like you’re great and I think I like you but I am was?? I am?? Getting over Osamu and I leave in two days to go back to Tokyo to resume my professional training. First relationship and long distance doesn’t seem like it would work”

“That makes sense”

“Sorry”

“No need for you apologize. Sucks because your a great girl but if that’s how you feel I can’t change that”

“Your surprisingly very understanding”

“My family is a firm believer in therapy and mental care. Especially I had my first depression dip”

“Ah okay”

“You don’t have to answer me, but do you think you’ll ever forgive them.”

“I want to, but I don’t know”

Masterlist

AN: You shouldn’t have to feel bad for not forgiving someone who took advantage of you. You shouldn’t have to feel bad for forgiving them.

AN: I am a strong believer that Suna is deeply depressed but gets it worked on. I also believe that Atsumu is a huge overthinker with severe anxiety. If I haven’t stated it Reader-Chan is a years younger the Suna and the twins.

IF I GET 10 COMMENTS YOU GUYS GET A BONUS CHAPTER! 😝

@kaleidoscopekai @je-suis-argent-miel @liferuinedby5idiotsand1genius @poppi144 @idontevenknow129 @ssuna @im-the-music-whore @kac-chowsballs

#atsumu smau #atsumu x reader #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu smau #miya atsumu #miya osamu #osamu smau #osamu x reader #haikyuu suna #suna smau #suna x reader #suna rinatro

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tiasgarden · 3 years ago

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people care.

This is dedicated to @maad-maxx & @myworldisfictional , two of my favorite people who encourage me to keep writing. love you both sm.

“ Can you just drop it, I’m fine Ash” Gina said as she walked way once more from Ashlyn.

She had been having one of her worst days in weeks. The whole fight with Carlos was pointless but still made me mad. Now with the chocolates and Ricky, that just was pure idiocy, she should have known Ricky wouldn’t of sent her chocolates. He had a girlfriend after all. As she made her way to the door, she noticed just how much snow was outside.

Great, it will take at least 20 minutes to get home instead of 10. I need to practice my routine and do homework, Gina thought as she waited for Ashlyn and Big red to catch up to her.

“You don’t mind us taking big red home do you G?” Ashlyn said as the three of them walked into the snow covered parking lot. Soon they reached Ashlyn car and the three got in. Gina although wanted shotgun, she let big red have it as he would be dropped off first and she could always have it as she was always going on car rides with Ashlyn.

“ Yeah that’s fine, just can we leave already, I have to practice some dances and I have homework “ Gina said as she slammed her door shut.

The ride home was loud. There wasn’t a peep from Gina though. She was just listening to her music and looking out the window at the snow. She loved snow but she wished she hadn’t been trapped in her school for hours and now had limited time to do her dances and homework.

Utah was one of the most beautiful places she had ever had the privilege of living. She was thankful that she had the opportunity to see the full winter, it had been one of her first as she usually didn’t get snow where she lived. In the past she had lived in Arizona and Florida. Two states which were very warm and didn’t snow.

As she was thinking back to her memories, She noticed that they had dropped big red off and were now back at the Caswell residence. She took off her headphones and grabbed her bag and opened her door. She didn’t mean to but there was ice underneath the snow and she slid and fell on her butt.

“ should of expected that, but I didn’t” Gina thought to herself as she followed Ashlyn into the house. She at this point knew where everything went so she took her shoes off and went up the stairs. She usually didn’t mind sharing a room, but at this point she just wanted to be alone. it wasn’t Ashlyn who was the problem. This was just one of Gina’s moods She had already lashed out a little at Ash and she didn’t need to anymore. Lucky for her, the caswell’s had a guest room that Gina was free to be in if ever needed. Tonight was definitely one of those nights.

As she collected her stuff she noticed Ashlyn in her “ we are watching a movie tonight “ pajamas and she felt bad.

“ Wait G , where are you off to? I thought we would watch a movie?”

Gina for the first time all day didn’t feel angry. She was at her breaking point and that meant the tears were coming.

Soon she could feel her mouth quiver and she hadn’t cried in front of Ashlyn yet and it scared her. She always out her walls up as it was the best defense to learning not to care and brushing things off. she tried to think happy thoughts , but the only ones she could think of were those with her mom and those with Ashlyn. The two people who had made her feel loved. She had been ranting to Carlos about how she felt out of place and it was true. She still didn’t feel 100% moved in and at “home” yet but it was more than she wanted to admit.

Then it happened.

The tears started falling. It wasn’t worth trying to stop them. She had to let them out, maybe then she would feel better.

“ Hey, G it is okay, we don’t have to watch a movie. I can help you with your homework if needed or whatever. I didn’t mean to make you cry”

“ No it’s fine Ash, it wasn’t you. I’ve just been so stressed with trying to please people and also ive never had friends before so its a lot. I still feel like im not meant to be here, like maybe I should have just gone home” gina said as she wipes her eyes with her hand. She hadn’t ever admitted it to Ashlyn, but knowing she knew now, maybe just maybe, she could start feeling better. She knew she owed Carlos a actual apology as she wasn’t a good listener looking back at their fight. She also owed her whole friend group one, as she had been on edge lately and she didn’t want to be a lily. She had put on that whole charade when she moved here of being the mean girl. She liked it for a little but then she found that people actually cared about her. It was a nice change from her previous high schools. One’s where she wasn’t known as Gina the overly nice girl, Gina the girl who is super good at English. She was so tired of being put in a box and maybe that was the problem all along. She changed herself.

“ G, you know I’m always here to listen right? I’ll always drop what im doing to listen to you. You don’t need to act tough around me, if you ever need time away from me just let me know. I know sometimes I can be too much and it’s okay. We are still best friends and your still the best sister I could ask for” Ashlyn told her.as she pulled her into a hug.

Gina’s head rested on her chest, a position she usually was in when she was with her mom. The sound of the human heart was extremely calming to her and soon enough it was making her tired and soon before she knew it she was out. Ashlyn didn’t mind Gina sleeping on her, she could still enjoy a movie and Gina could sleep for a little.

#hsmtmts #gina x ashlyn #this is what should of happened but ya know the writters hate to make us happy so #the title is bland i didn't know what to call this so woops #gina porter #ashlyn caswell

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peachiikawa · 4 years ago

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Caged Bird | Prince!Oikawa Tooru x Reader

a/n: if you know anything about fairytales then you might realize that the reader has the flute of the pied piper, though modified for the story. been watching a lot of once upon a time and got the idea from the neverland arc. hope you enjoy!

word count: 1.9k

genre: fantasy, romance

trigger warnings: reader gets hurt a bit but nothing graphic

summary: oikawa has always lived a lonesome life in the cage that is his castle. one day he sneaks out and a beautiful melody leads him to you, a traveling musician. oikawa is about to find out that his luck is going to change for the better.

oikawa gazed out over the town from his balcony

he let out a long sigh as he grew bored from his studies

“why the long face trashykawa?”

his bestfriend and knight walked up next to him and leaned against the railing

“oh you know, just bored of being in this castle. theres a whole town of people out there and im stuck in here. gets tiring after a while”

iwaizumi listened to his friend and nodded along to what he was saying

“then sneak out for a day”

oikawas eyes widened

“youd help me sneak out?”

“only if you come back by sundown”

so oikawa grabbed his cloak and thanks to iwas help got out of the castle

despite being born and raised in this town oikawa had no idea where he was

and after about ten minutes he was completely and utterly lost

until he heard the faint sound of a flute

he followed the sound until he ended up in the mostly cleared out town square where he saw you playing a small wooden flute for those who were present, though you had no audience

everyone walked past you as if you were invisible like you werent playing such a beautiful song

he approached you slowly and listened until you finished your performance

“that was really good”

you looked up at him and smiled

“always a pleasure to play for those who need it”

the bright smile on your face felt warm and inviting

like he was meant to be here

“would you like to take a seat next to me?”

you gestured to the spot next to you and he gladly took it

“so...whats your story”

hes hesitant to answer your question

“ill tell you mine if you tell me yours”

you set your flute down in your bag next to you

“well first of all my names y/n and my life is nothing too interesting. im a traveling performer and play my flute as a way to pass time and help those who need it. always come across the most interesting people this way”

traveling. thats something oikawa could only dream of

“so cmon now tell me about you”

he peaked at you through his hood

“ok but dont make a big commotion..im oikawa tooru”

you laughed a bit

“thats funny you share the same name as the prince”

you stopped laughing when you saw the serious look in his eyes

“oh..oh! im so sorry for being so rude!”

you started to scramble around when he grabbed your wrists to stop your movements

“shh yes im the prince but stop flailing people are starting to look”

once you had calmed down he went on

“ive been confined to my castle my whole life and stuck to certain rules i have to follow. it seems like even if i catch a break something else comes along. i have to stay this perfect image because im the prince and it just gets so lonely. its as if im a bird trapped in a cage and theres no way out”

ah so there it is

the reason he could hear your flute

you picked a flower that was growing next to you and placed it in his hair as you spoke

“im sorry your lifes been like that but oikawa, if i may be so bold, even a caged bird will become wise enough to break free. the dream of flying is too great to resist”

Once you had properly placed the flower you smiled at him before standing up from your spot and grabbing your bag

you then held your hand out to him

but he couldnt gather his thoughts

you were so bright it was almost blinding

“now cmon! lets go have some fun!”

he looked at the hand held out to him

and with a leap of faith, he took it

he was going to get out of this cage, this perpetual cycle

and finally add some meaning to his life

day after day you two spent your time together

oikawas days that were once filled with hollow words and empty actions were now filled with happiness

filled with you

and everyday slowly but surely he was falling for you

passing glances turned into prolonged gazes

his heart could no longer stay still around you

you became the key to his happiness

but for now...he had to be content with just being next to you

it would be too selfish otherwise

to ask you to stay with him here in the kingdom...he could never trap you like that

“so what are we doing today y/n?”

you were strolling through the town on a quiet sunday afternoon like you had the last few sundays

“how about we go to the bakery? theyre usually busy but since its sunday i bet its not as packed and then i want to take you somewhere”

he was curious as to what you had in store but decided against asking questions

so you two got some baked goods and headed out towards the woods

“cmon we’re almost there”

you pushed some branches and shrubs out of the way

and one eventually hit him in the face

“watch it y/n! i keep getting wacked by you”

you just chuckled a bit which oikawa had found adorable in itself

it made his heart slow just hearing it

“just come on!”

eventually you two made it to a clearing over a beautiful lake

he didnt know that there was something like this so close by

he was absolutely amazed by it

“take a seat oikawa! we can rest and eat here!”

this moment was just too perfect to him

with you here he felt as if nothing bad could happen

that if he only could see your smile everything would be alright

being content with just being at your side...was no longer and option

he knew that if he wanted this he needed to take his chance

“y/n”

your eyes were full of life and he couldnt help but feel so happy next to you

and before he knew it he was closing the gap between the two of you with a hand gently cradling your cheek

but right before you two could kiss you were ripped away from him

“dont you dare touch the prince commoner!”

oikawa frantically looked around as many of his guards came out of the brush

“get your hands off of them!”

you were pressed to the ground and the sight almost broke his heart

“sorry your highness but we’re under strict orders to bring you back and throw whoever was seducing you to leave the castle into the dungeon”

the guard that had been on you lifted you up like you were a sack and bound you by rope

you gave oikawa a final smile before you were taken away even though you were so banged up that it made him want to puke

he was speechless

this is what he was talking about

being so controlled and monitored made him feel so small and helpless

and he absolutely abhorred it

“your highness your mother is waiting for you in the throne room”

oikawa was beyond upset

this isnt how he wants to live

“mother how could you throw the only good thing in my life away!”

his mother sneered at his words

“only good thing? what need to you have for that filthy peasant! and how dare you cast me aside as if i hadnt given you everything you own, everything you are is because of me! i will not allow for any of this nonsense! now go wash up. and dont you dare ever leave the castle again and i forbid you from seeing that nasty peasant again. wasting your time with such a person...”

he gritted his teeth and was about turn to leave

his emotions were running too high

he wasnt himself and he knew it

but even so...he wont allow it to end like this

he was going to end it on his terms

“no”

“what did you say?”

he stood his ground

“i said no mother. im going to live the way i want and with who i want. ill gladly give up my title because frankly, i never wanted it in the first place. and dont you ever call y/n filthy or nasty again. their so incredibly kind and full of joy and laughter. i can only hope to be like that one day. so ive decided that im leaving. with y/n.”

as soon as the doors shut behind him he let out the breath he didnt even know he was holding

but it also felt as if there was a giant weight off of him now

“im coming y/n dont you worry”

it had been a couple hours since you were brought to your cell

you didnt have any major injuries, just a few cuts and scratches from when you were body slammed to the ground

“do you mind if i play?”

you pulled out your flute and the guard nodded

“thank you!”

you started playing and filled the cell you were in with a relaxing tune

“why do you play if it doesnt make noise?”

you stopped and looked at the spiky haired man who stood outside your cell

“it takes a certain person to appreciate its music”

he just looked at you as if you were crazy

but you continued anyways

until you heard frantic running coming from down the hall

“iwa you gotta let them out”

oikawa was panting trying to catch his breath

“dude no offense but your mom would kill me and you if i just let them out”

oikawa grabbed the key from iwaizumis waist before he even realized what had happened

“dont worry about it iwa. and dont worry about me. today i start my new life. it was good knowing you buddy”

they gripped hands the way they always had. A solemn but knowing look was shared between them

“if i had known me letting you leave the castle one time would lead to this...i would have done it a lot sooner. good luck out there bud”

oikawa quickly turned to you and helped you off of the ground

“you ready to run?”

he cupped your cheek and ran his thumb over one of the small cuts

hed be sure to treat that later

you nodded and leaned into his hand

“are you sure this is what you want?”

you were happy to leave with him

its more than you could ever ask for

“y/n youre the only person thats made me feel free. and by doing this i will be.”

you two finally got to share the kiss you had been deprived of and not only was it full of love but also full of hope for your future

“then lets go”

and you two sprinted off to your next adventure together

the flute you possessed was one he could no longer hear the sound of after that day

for it was enchanted, only to be be heard by those who were lost and lonely

with you he was neither anymore

and he couldnt be any happier than living out the rest of his days with you as a free man, a bird outside of its cage

#oikawa headcanons #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyu x reader

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dylanhawth · 4 years ago

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[ LORENZO ZURZOLO, CISMAN, HE/HIM ] shh ! DYLAN HAWTHORNE, the TWENTY year old SECOND year ANTHROPOLOGY major from HARTFORD, CT is known as a TOURMALINE around here. HE was invited to join because HE PUBLISHED A COLLECTION OF SHORT STORIES ANONYMOUSLY THAT GARNERED A BIT OF FOLLOWING AND RECENTLY STEPPED FORWARD AS THE AUTHOR, and now, they’re here to stay. HE reminds me of THE NERVOUSNESS OF A FIRST KISS, LEAVING SECRET MESSAGES IN LIBRARY BOOKS, DRIVING AIMLESSLY WITH THE WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN ON A WARM SUMMER NIGHT WHILE THE RADIO HUMS A PLAYLIST CURATED FOR YOU BY YOUR BEST FRIEND.

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ooc.

omfg hello. i can’t tell you how excited and happy i am to be here. i was too nervous to apply for the last three months but i decided to stop being a Coward and just try. im SO happy to be here, it’s the highlight of my week tbh lmao. anyway i am mar, she/her, 24, est. i live in nyc and all i do is visit the planetarium and cry. i’m so fucking bad at these so im just gonna LIST things and hope you get the vibe. i am a pisces sun, scorpio moon. i prob have a napoleon complex a little bit lmao. my favorite social media site is goodreads and i get rlly sad when my friends rate books i love poorly dfljskdfs. i can touch my tongue to my nose. i eat a lot of persimmons. i have a favorite rock at my local park that i visit a lot. idk dfskjls. i’m v friendly tho so pls hmu. i send a lot of memes, and love making meme edits for the chars so im rlly sorry in advance if you guys hate that.

01. basics.

NAME. dylan h. hawthorne. ALIASES. dyl, hawth. AGE. twenty. HOMETOWN. hartford, ct. GENDER. cismale. PRONOUNS. he/him.

02. appearance.

EYES. green. HAIR. brown. HEIGHT. 6”0 BUILD. lean. BIRTHMARKS / BURNS / SCARS. a birthmark the shape of australia on his left thigh. TATTOOS. n/a. PIERCINGS. n/a.

03. habits.

ALCOHOL ? socially. SMOKING ? socially. HABITS. fidgets in chairs. cracks knuckles and back often. nervous laughter. chewing on pencils. talking to his plants. dogearing books. staring off into space and applying chapstick for a prolonged period of time. getting overly competitive about boardgames. stress cleaning. carries a book in his bag always. night owl. incredibly impatient when the internet is slow. creature of habit when it comes to menus, orders the same shit over and over again. LIKES. feeding the ducks at the local pond. the smell of the earth after a rainstorm. the way music sounds coming from another room. kissing. watering his plants. inside jokes. making wishes in fountains. discussing a recently finished book with someone. making handmade cards for friends on their birthday. fireworks. coming of age films. packages wrapped in twine. jogs. the way friday nights feels when you’re with someone you love. the feeling you get leaving the movie theatre. DISLIKES. being late. having too many coins on him. coffee with no sugar. when people speak loudly in the library. doing laundry. handshakes with too much squeeze. receiving voicemails. untidiness. golf. charles dickens. lectures with no student input. hot weather. confrontation. being caught in a lie. losing his umbrella. people who cheat during games. rainboots. bad table manners. humidity.

04. personality.

MYERS-BRIGGS. infp. ENNEAGRAM. the helper. ZODIAC. pisces. TEMPERAMENT. melancholic. ALIGNMENT. neutral good. ARCHETYPE. the lover. POSITIVE. empathetic. sensitive. intelligent. charismatic. easygoing. gentle. loyal. passionate. romantic. humble. supportive. gregarious. playful. diligent. NEGATIVE. deceitful. gullible. finicky. naive. obsessive. perfectionistic. secretive. timid. possessive. weak-willed. indecisive. cynical. indulgent. summary: basically, dylan is a love starved, people pleasing nervous wreck. big ass nerd who wants to be everyones friend, wants to be liked SO BAD. very charming and charismatic, comes off as fairly confident and comfortable at first. is able to make everyone feel loved and like they’re the most important person in the world, however lacks a backbone. is both romeo and juliet, and just as dumb as both of them too.

05. hc’s.

dylan was a football player in high school, believe it or not. he was rather good at it too, which is sort of jarring considering his pacifistic nature. however, he DID land on someone incorrectly at some point during his senior year, and broke their wrist. he quickly abandoned the sport altogether because of how guilty he felt.

touched on this briefly but dylan really… loves indiana jones lmao. like, it’s quite ironic given his absolutely inability to be a badass, and lack of suaveness. however, he admires indy’s lust for adventure. he also was obsessed with the mummy as a kid. both of these were incredible sources in his very irrational decision to sudden anthropology. however, he does really love and admire anthropology. his favorite ethnography is the spirit catches you and you fall down, which makes him cry like a little bitch every time he even thinks about it.

he’s the second oldest, but he is also baby. he is SUCH a big momma’s boy. he misses his mom so much. he writes to her often, and of course calls her even more. despite being six-foot tall, he still goes home and rests his head on his mother's lap, falls asleep as she runs her fingers through his hair. he often tries to find native english plants and flowers to press, and mail back to his mother in the form of bookmarks. has nEVER STEPPED ON A CRACK IN HIS LIFE, BABY.

just leaves a shit ton of notes in books in the library. some are riddles, some are poetry, some are commentary on the book, some are doodles. just depends on how he’s feeling for that book. he doesn’t tell anyone he does it, but he’s waiting for someone to connect the dots with his handwriting and writing style.

speaking of plants, his room is basically a big greenhouse. he has so many plants, and takes serious care of them all. he has a little humidifier in his space for them, marks down when he waters what plants, and has a label maker to label them all with a name. they are all named after shakespeare characters.

dyl is a doodler, so much so that he contributes to the school paper as a cartoonist. his cartoons are usually just random thoughts he has, but sometimes they get political and he works marxism into them. (this man loves marx.)

[ suicide implied tw, death mention tw ] he dresses like a victorian boy in love with his roommate who has recently died of scarlet fever and in his mourning, plans to disappear in the bog by the school by mysterious circumstances and become a ghost that haunts the college with his lover. like lots of gray and slacks and ties ands ties and sweaters, lol. also he has glasses that he never wears because he can never find them! catch him squinting in your classroom because he can’t see SHIT. too shy to ask you for your notes though, doesn’t wanna inconvenience you! but when he’s Out on the Town®, he fucking wears like, tacky patterned shirts that are expensive but ugly. someone please help him.

all about fun socks! he loves owning socks that have dumb little images on them. if you get him a pair of fun socks, he’d absolutely go nuts. his entire week: made.

he leaves his roommate limericks when he senses they are sad. tapes em to the bathroom mirror or leaves them in the fridge. also loves buying people presents. tiny ones. like haunted looking things from second hand stores, or your favorite chocolate. also is the sort of friend that has EVERYTHING in his bag, in case someone cuts themselves or has a headache. can be a bit of a mom himself. it’s the little things, y’know?

prob still in his emo phase. listens to way too mcr to not be lmao.

eco-friendly king, will not stand for you not recycling.

if you will allow him, he will attempt to have a secret handshake with you. he’s a child. is dying for someone to memorize the parent trap handshake and indulge him.

cannot sit still in a chair. fidgets an excessive amount, the bobbing of his knee and the squirming around. it just never ends.

bi. that’s the hc.

he’s a little bit in love with everyone he meets if you couldn’t tell, and it’s fucking disastrous.

he is based loosely off: patroclus ( the song of achilles ), ponyboy curtis ( the outsiders ), laurie laurence ( little women ), eduardo saverin ( the social network ), remus lupin ( hp ), oliver marks ( if we were villains. )

( @opalsmedia )

#opalsintro #intro #his background and things are in the big ass bio dfsklds but this is the gist of it lol

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inosukeslefttoe · 4 years ago

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g-guhh... i watched this movie the other weekend and i wanted to rewatch it again before posting anything but like.. homie i honestly dont think my heart can take that lol

so from the aspect of like,, the amount of buildup and quality of the development of relationships and characters and just overall emotional-ness of the movie compared to the anime, clearly the anime is superior... HOWEVER.... this one decided to completely bypass the part of my heart dedicated for anime feelings and just jab right into the part that made me feel genuine heartbreak. so like,, i might be projecting my own feelings n experiences onto this a bit too much but i just gotta talk about it hehe

obviously ugetsu and akihiko had some super mixed up feelings towards each other that made their relationship super toxic and i just wanna talk about the complexity of those feelings and why i think they felt how they did.

so i think that one of the biggest reasons they stayed together in their on and off sort of thing was because they were each others first loves. i believe akihiko mentioned that he moved in with ugetsu before he got the chance to live alone or smthn like that,, and they basically started their adult lives knowing nothing but each other. they were still developing as ppl and finding their own way as adults,, but before they were allowed to fully mature, they fell in love and fell into this almost codependent relationship where it was hard to imagine themselves without each other bc at this point,, all they knew was each other.

another reason they fell in love was because of their shared passion for music and for the violin specifically !! but i also think that this is one of the major things that caused their downfall. i think that they ended up putting too much of their relationship onto that shared passion so it was no longer like,, something individual to each of them,, it was no longer about their individual passion for their craft but something that was holding together their relationship. and sure, having something so strong connecting two people can be wonderful, but it can also be harmful if it takes something so personal and unique to each person and is suddenly forcing it to be glue holding them to each other that leaves little room for their own expression if that makes sense.

i think this shared love of music was also causing akihiko to feel like he was living in ugetsus shadow. and honestly, when u have a partner who is just so perfect at everything they do and u cant seem to catch up to them, it becomes rlly exhausting. akihiko didnt want his partner to see him as lesser or to pity him or act condescendingly seeing him struggle to catch up to his own talents so i think that could be part of what drove akihiko away from the violin. aside from this,, i think that since akihiko fell in love with ugestu due to his epic violin skills, he started associating the violin super strongly to ugetsu and no longer felt like it was an extension of himself,, but just something to relate to his partner who he also felt was far superior to him in this subject. as long as ugetsu was in his life, the violin would only ever remind akihiko of his partner and it could never be regained as something personal and expressive of himself.

uhhh i think thats all i wanna talk about for rn regarding why their relationship got so messed up but like,,, i would also like to be emo about ugetsu for a second lmao

i just... when he was talking to mafuyu about how he was just sitting there waiting for akihiko to come home... how it seemed like he was talking less about their apartment and more like himself... UGH IM GONNA CRY BRO THAT FEELING WHEN U THINK SOMEONE IS UR HOME AND U THINK UR THEIRS BUT UR BOTH JUST MESSED UP AND TRAPPED IN A BROKEN HOME.... and also how he was clearly not having any of his needs satisfied by akihiko and would yknow have sex w other ppl and stuff but still go back to akihiko and it was clear that nothing rlly meant anything to ugetsu without him... god my feelings pls... HHH AND THE SCENE WHERE AKIHIKO WALKED AWAY FOR GOOD.... FUCK DUDE IM GONNA CRY THINKING ABOUT IT... it just hurt so bad to see that akihiko had matured and was so easily letting go of ugetsu for the final time and yeah that was fuckin awesome for him and im rlly happy he had the strength and development to do that... BUT... u can tell that ugetsu didnt have that maturity... and u could just see the panic and heartbreak and just overwhelming emotions that he was seeing like dude i could fucking hear every voice in ugetsus head just screaming at akihiko to come back to him and hold him one more time ... but he couldnt say anything. he looked so lost. he hadnt known anything aside from akihiko ,, and his passion for music was still strongly connected to their love so i imagine that at this point he genuinely felt that he had nothing. not even himself. the entire person that he built himself up to be was always leaning on akihiko since theyd grown so much together and akihiko had always been something constant in his life to where things didnt mean much without him. and suddenly he was just,, gone. and he took every part of ugetsu with him. at this point im probably projecting more than analyzing, but this was just my take on their feelings and that specific scene. it was very very good that the two cut contact and are working to better themselves, and i know that they both knew that, but their whole situation was just. so fucking heartbreaking. and something extremely hard to do in that sort of codependent toxic relationship...

OKAY THAT WILL BE ALL BEFORE I CRY LOL BUT I HOPE IT MADE SENSE !!

#given #given ugetsu #given akihiko #akihiko x ugetsu #given the movie #yaoi #heartbreak #codependency #anime review

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fletchphoenix · 4 years ago

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Waiting

SPOILERS FOR LITTLE NIGHTMARES 2!! Please don’t read if you don’t want any spoilers for the ending of the same! This won’t affect the ending of my little nightmares AU but features Varigo!

This is my interpretation of the little nightmares au im writing - what if Varian betrays Hugo and leaves him to die? Hope you enjoy!!

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Looming, wooden walls surrounded him, their height no longer threatening as Hugo’s foot tapped to fill the silence, so unnerving in its presence. Chairs and tables alike floated upside down around him, aside from one lone chair that he sat perched on. His limbs ached from how long he’d sat there. Waiting. As always. How long even had it been since he’d been trapped here? He was sure time worked differently in this dimension, his muscles aching more than they should’ve if it had only been a few days. Experimentally, he flexed his fingers, crackling of the joints filling his ears and making the man wince. His bones whined and moaned and ached, his legs no longer felt stable, his arms felt weak and heavy...the only constant was the handheld radio in his hand, gifted by his companion. No. Betrayer.

His mind flashed back to a time before this dimension. His party was running through a long hallway, something he could no longer remember in close pursuit. The raven-haired boy was ahead of him, Nuru and Yong ahead of them both, and they made a leap of faith. He must’ve missed the platform by a few millimetres, as he free-fell for a brief moment before a warmth enveloped and suspended him. His cold hands had felt so warm and safe as Varian gripped them and saved him from the pit below him. He dangled, sure that the other would save him, though he should’ve known from the solemn look on his face that he wouldn’t. The next thing he remembered was how time slowed when he was let go, the trio running away and leaving him to fall into the endless chasm of darkness that had loomed below. They thought he’d met his demise. Well, Nuru and Yong had. He knew that the raven haired boy

He leant back in his chair, the suit he wore shifting and the blanket of dust disappeared slowly from the article. The radio crackled in his hand, though he ignored the sound in favour of the foreboding silence that filled the place he was in. It had been something stupid like five years, maybe six, since they’d abandoned him, the boy now a teenager in his own right as he loomed on the chair. And there would be many more years to come, though the child inside whined for Varian to come back, to save him, to reverse the loop and take his hand and pull him to safety with the others. He supposed the boy was right to let him drop though, after he’d destroyed the music box, the only thing left of his mother, and caused him so much pain...he had every right to let him live the rest of his days in the abyss. It didn’t stop his mind from wandering...did Varian ever regret it? Did he ever feel bad for the ultimate betrayal he’d committed in leaving him behind, stuck in the signal tower with no chance of escape?

Those were stupid questions. Of course he didn’t. The other boy never cared about him, and Hugo was dumb to think that he ever did. All of the shuffles closer as the rain ricocheted off the pavement was all in his head, and the hand-holding through derelict and long-abandoned buildings was all for necessity and survival. Even the kiss bestowed on his cheek after a particularly difficult fight was all an act to get Hugo to think Varian cared. Hugo had been dumb to think otherwise (though he still felt the lips of the other ghosting against his cheek from time to time, his hand rising to get rid of the sensation). Even the lingering feeling of heat that radiated from Varian’s hand still resided, and sometimes he could swear his hands were there. Still, each time he’d curled his fingers to intertwine them, the feeling disappeared and he was once again alone. Empty. The static of the radio continued to blare more persistently as he continued to ignore it, the blond shuffling in his chair slightly.

His chair had always felt like a throne for a fool, fitting for him to be stuck here in his own dimension after falling for someone who could never love him back. It was a hopeless game - he was always destined to lose, though he still kept playing. He shut his eyes as he leaned back in the chair, the wood sending little splinters into his back and digging into the skin. He was sure some blood ran into the fabric of his shirt, though it didn’t matter anymore. Presentability didn’t matter in a realm where there was no one but you to impress. His eyes grazed over the floor as they met the paper bag he’d once covered his face with, the sight of it flooding his mind with betrayals and subtle moments in the rain. Instead he opted for a black hat that sat beside the legs of the chair, settling it on his head like a crown. A crown and a throne for the king of fools. He let out a sigh and looked ahead quietly, letting the static fade into the background as he shut his eyes and relaxed.

“Hugo…..i’ll come find you...wait…” The static broke on occasion, Varian’s voice breaking through. English didn’t make sense anymore, the words jumbling in his brain as he listened to false promises and words that would’ve filled him with hope in another life. The words cut deep as he looked at the floor and let out a little sigh, the noise crackled and raspy. He knew that he sounded bad - there was no use in using his voice anymore when it was just him alone in such a place. He set the radio aside and closed his eyes, settling back on his throne. A part of him still wanted to go back home, HIS home, with Varian, but he knew that wasn’t a possibility anymore. The boy’s expression alone told him the words that didn’t even need to be spoken. Hugo shut his eyes and pushed his glasses up his nose, folding his hands into his lap. Time had made him weak, and he’d let it pass longer and longer.

Time didn’t matter without Varian by his side. Well, nothing really did without the other boy. So he’d continue to wait. Wait till the end of time for a sign that the other boy would return and come back to him, even though his hope was growing weaker by the second the longer he spent in this eternal hellhole. The blond allowed himself a brief moment of vulnerability, a single tear rolling down his cheek as the feeling of loss and hurt filled his brain and his aching heart. Why? Had he done something wrong? He couldn’t recall if he’d hurt the other. Still, Hugo let his head tilt down to stare at the floor, the static in his mind growing louder and louder and louder. The king of fools in his fortress of solitude.

#varigo #varian and the seven kingdoms #tangled hugo #hugo x varian #varian x hugo #hugo tangled #varigo little nightmares au #little nightmares au #alchemy boyfriends #tangled varian

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quickspinner · 5 years ago

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Man’s Best Fang

This wasn’t what I intended to be working on last night, but then @verfound had to go and do this and here we are.

He should have know it wouldn’t be that simple. He should have known, because it was Jagged, and despite being an international rock star, a pioneer in his field, and, apparently, Luka’s biological father, when it came to getting his way, Jagged Stone was twelve fucking years old and absolutely not above glossing over some things if it meant he got what he wanted. And apparently what he wanted today was Luka and Fang out of the hotel suite.

Take Fang for a walk, mate. Nah, it’ll be fine, he loves you! Penny ordered some macarons for ‘im for afterward, so take your time, wink wink.

Jagged rambled something about inspiration but Luka was pretty sure he was getting kicked out so that Jagged could make out with Penny, which was gross on so many levels, especially now that he knew Jagged was his dad and had apparently once done things like that with Luka’s mother and—

That train of thought had led to Luka giving in so that he could flee the scene of those very uncomfortable thoughts, but of course walking Fang wasn’t as simple as Jagged made it out to be. Of course.

And now Luka was stuck wrestling an 800 pound crocodile in the lobby of Paris’ fanciest hotel, all because Fang decided to throw a hissy fit (Luka had recently learned that crocodiles could, in fact, hiss) during his morning walk because the carpet had snagged one of his claws, and Fang, it turned out, was kind of a wuss.

Luka was far from a weakling to begin with, growing up working on the boat, which always needed repair in some tight and uncomfortable corner. After months of tagging around as a roadie and occasional backup guitarist to bond with his wanna-be father, lifting sound equipment and setting up stages and wedging himself into improbable positions to hook up sound equipment, he was probably in the best shape he’d ever been. So he was almost, sort of, holding his own against the thrashing crocodile, pressing his weight down on Fang and trying to get the dumb beast to hold still, damnit. He managed to get astride Fang’s neck and get a hand on either side of his massive jaws to hold them shut all while trying to reassure the hotel patrons that the situation was under control.

“Now, you big baby,” he growled, lifting Fang’s muzzle up and back to keep him from thrashing. “Hold—” He glanced up at the small crowd that had gathered—and promptly forgot about them as his gaze locked on the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. She blinked big blue eyes with long lashes and her cheeks pinked and he suddenly felt like Fang had kicked him in the gut. “Still,” he finished breathlessly.

Unfortunately, Fang sensed his distraction, jerked his muzzle free, and with a wild thrash and half-spin that required more energy than Luka had ever seen the lethargic creature use, he threw Luka off.

The crowd scattered out of his way as he tumbled across the floor towards them, except for the blue-eyed girl in the pink dress, who didn’t move. Luka rolled to a stop at her feet on his back, and for a moment they stared at each other

“Hi,” Luka panted, and a giddy grin spread over his face.

“Are you all right?” she asked anxiously, crouching down beside him and brushing his shaggy bangs out of his eyes. It shouldn’t have been possible for his heart to beat any harder considering he’d just been wrestling a crocodile four or five times his size, but it sure did its best as she stared into his eyes. It took longer than it should have to register that she was checking him for a concussion.

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I’m good.”

She frowned and held up her index finger. “Follow my finger.”

“I’ll follow you anywhere,” he said, eyes tracking that delicate finger automatically. She blushed and lowered her hand to her lap, where it curled automatically around the pink bakery box in her lap.

Luka blinked. “Wait, are those macarons?”

“Um, yes?” Blue eyes blinked back at him. “I’m supposed to be delivering them to Jagged Stone.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” Luka groaned, rolling over. “I work for him. Sort of. Can I have one of those please?” He got to his feet and pulled off his hoodie, tossing it to one side. It was one of the only articles of clothing he owned that wasn’t ripped and he wanted to keep it that way. Those big eyes got even bigger, roving over his shoulders and arms for a moment before she fumbled the box open and offered him a cookie.

He grinned, holding up the macaron between them. “Thanks, uh—”

“Oh,” her eyes widened again. “I’m, uh, m-my name’s Ma-Ma-Marinette.”

“Hello Ma-Ma-Marinette,” he chuckled, thoroughly charmed, “I’m Luka, and I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

A small hand caught his arm as he turned away and he looked back in surprise. “Are you sure you’ll be okay?” she asked him anxiously, looking between him and Fang with concern. Marinette didn’t look frightened of the crocodile, but she looked up at him with a worried expression that had Luka ready to melt into a puddle at her feet. She was too sweet.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “He looks scary, but he’s basically a big baby throwing a temper tantrum. I’ll be fine.” He winked at her and faced Fang with renewed purpose.

“Fang,” he called, waving the macaron in the crocodile’s field of vision. “Hey, boy, fancy a snack? Who’s a good croc? Fangy want a treat?”

Fang’s massive head followed him, and the crocodile’s jaws gaped wide.

“That’s it, Fang,” Luka coaxed. “You want the treat? Let’s have a trick. Down, Fang.”

The crocodile flopped on his belly obediently. “Good boy, Fang!” Luka praised. “Now, stay...just hold still a bit…”

Fang’s head turned as Luka held out the macaron at arm’s length, trying to reach Fang’s caught claw while keeping his attention on the macaron.

It didn’t work; Fang lunged for the treat, forcing Luka to jump back, and pulled hard on his trapped and probably now sore paw. Fang chomped the cookie, which Luka had dropped in his surprise, and then made what should have been an angry bellow but was really more like a big whine as he began to thrash. Luka spared a moment of grudging admiration for whoever had made this damn carpet. Fang’s claws were filed religiously so he wouldn’t be slicing through it anytime soon, but you’d think he’d have managed to break free by now.

But then again, he was kind of an overgrown pampered poodle instead of the apex predator he should have been.

“Aw, c’mon, you big baby!” Luka groaned, throwing his weight back on the grumpy animal to stop his thrashing before he hurt himself. “Would you just hold fucking still for two seconds—” There was a flash of pink at the corner of his eye and he looked quickly to find Marinette at his elbow. She shoved another macaron into his hand, and Luka quickly leaned over Fang to wave it in front of the croc’s face. “Hey Fang, you want another?” he called, and the massive head swung away from his caught claw in pursuit of the macaron. That was great, for the moment, but Luka couldn’t figure out any way to tempt Fang with the macaron and get his claw loose at the same time.

Suddenly there was a weight against his leg, and Luka looked back in surprise just in time to see the girl of his dreams grab Fang’s foreleg and force it down until there was some small amount of slack in the loose threads that had trapped him. Then she reached over with her other hand and did something Luka couldn’t see.

Just like that, Fang was free, and Luka, bent over nearly in half and hanging off the side of a crocodile, lost his heart completely. The love of his life sat up and her unfairly perfect lips curved in a triumphant smile as she brushed blue-black bangs out of her eyes. He stared as she tucked the seam ripper that had been in her hand back in her purse, and cooly tossed Fang another cookie.

He entertained a brief fantasy of grabbing her gorgeous face and kissing her stupid right then and there, but it seemed a Jagged kind of thing to do, which meant it was probably a bad idea. Instead he slithered off of Fang’s back and sat next to her on the carpet.

“So, uh,” he said, still rather winded but giving her the most charming grin he could muster under the circumstances. “Thanks for the assist.”

She giggled. “My pleasure.”

“Well, Ma-Ma-Marinette,” Luka said, turning slightly so his back was resting against the now-docile crocodile and drawing up one knee to prop his arm across it. “Will you marry me?”

She burst into bright laughter that touched his musical soul, and he longed for his guitar. “Too soon, huh?” Luka sighed dramatically. “How about dinner, then? I promise I’ll leave Fang at home. Whoa!” He nearly fell backwards as Fang abruptly moved away from him, swinging around to nose the box of treats and then—and then the fucker turned and put his head in Marinette’s lap, blinking up at her ever so innocently.

Marinette giggled and reached for the box, plucking out a macaron and droppinging it into Fang’s mouth. She patted the crocodile’s head as he munched happily. “Aw, you’re just a puppy dog with scales, aren’t you?” she cooed, and Luka had never in his life believed he would be jealous of a fucking lizard, but here he was. Then Marinette looked up at Luka and smiled and blushed and he was ready to kiss Fang himself for giving him the chance to meet her. “Um, dinner sounds good,” Marinette said shyly, shoulders hunching slightly. “What did you have in mind?”

Luka could only hope the grin that was spreading across his face wasn’t as dopey as it felt.

Luka drifted back into Jagged’s suite wearing that same dopey grin and a dreamy look in his eyes, Fang waddling along contentedly at his side.

Penny frowned as he wandered past her. “Luka, everything okay?”

“Fantastic,” Luka replied, grin widening. “Can’t talk right now, Penny, I need my guitar.”

He went into his room, Fang still waddling along with him. A few minutes later the sound of Luka’s guitar drifted through the suite.

His door was still open, so Penny peaked in to see Luka on the floor, leaning back against Fang, strumming as he stared into nothing with that dreamy look on his face. Fang’s tail thumped lightly in time with the melody.

Penny turned and whisper-yelled for Jagged. She waved him over. “Do you think he’s okay?” she asked, nodding toward Luka’s room.

Jagged listened for a minute, and then began to cackle. “Aw, leave him be, Penny,” he chortled, clapping a hand on her shoulder. “Boy’s got it bad. Let him work it out for a bit and then we’ll find out who the little lady is.” Jagged rubbed his hands gleefully. “It’s about time he found a muse. I told you Fang was a chick magnet. He was good before, he’s gonna be brilliant now. Every great musician needs inspiration, right love?” He chucked Penny under the chin and she blushed.

#fang is the best man at the wedding #i am lukanette trash i admit it #lukanette #quickspins #meet-cute #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous ladybug #ml fics #miraculousladybug #i'll never not know you

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You & Me : chapter 20

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.2k-4.4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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Chapter 20 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I felt so bad for the way I treated him. He was right, I couldn't toy with him, pulling him close to me and then pushing him away, and the inside of my brain was a mess I couldn't seem to clean. My heart screamed “Niall!”, of course it did. It screamed his name so loud it resonated until the tip of my fingers, down to my toes and even at the root of my hair. My whole body throbbed with his name, telling me it was alive only when Niall was near because that's what was meant to be. Me and Niall. Niall and I. It sounded so obvious. But something in the pit of my stomach, like some sort of storm, seemed to make everything a lot harder, like this love and happiness was out of reach. It was fear, I knew it, but wasn't my fear justified?

That being said, I had been doubting my marriage ever since I saw Niall again but it was the first time I admitted it out loud. It was the first time I seriously thought about breaking up with Dylan and it made me nauseous. I didn't want to think about it even if I knew I'd have to sort all of this out soon, but when Niall kissed me again, I decided to focus on him and only him.

He took a step my way, forcing me to lean against the fridge and I chuckled against his mouth. It was electric when we were together, and the closer we got, the more we seemed to be pulled towards each other. I couldn't explain how much I loved it. His lips moved away from mine and he stared in my eyes for a few seconds before taking a step back.

"Give me 5 minutes okay? 5!" he just said, moving back and showing me the palm of his hand.

I smiled more and nodded as he disappeared in the hall before I walked back quickly to the table and grabbed my glass of wine, emptying it quickly. I didn't know why I was so nervous, perhaps because the first time was unplanned and for some reason, I felt like it was different on that night.

He came back and my lips curled immediately at his sight. I knew it was pathetic but at that point I didn't give a fuck. He held his hand out and I chuckled again, putting my palm against his and felt a shiver run up my spine when his fingers wrapped around mine. I followed him to his bedroom and my lips parted when I saw a few candles around the room. I turned to him and my eyebrows raised.

"You're gonna set the whole house on fire." I just said, making him grimace as I shook my head slightly.

"Is that really the only thing you can say?" he chuckled a bit, making me smile more. "Don't worry, I'll be cautious."

He sat on the bed and patted the place next to him. It took me a few seconds but I finally sat with him, turning slightly his way as he did the same. He grabbed my hands in his and looked down at them as he ran his thumbs on my skin, making me bite my lip. He was so perfect.

"I don't know if you've listened to my album again ever since you found out it was about you." he started, looking up in my eyes. "But there's a song on it that I wrote the very first night we weren't together. The night I... broke up with you. The night I broke your heart." His fingers squeezed my hands again. "That was the state of mind I was in on that day. It was exactly how I felt, and it's only when I heard about your marriage that I realized that just because I expected that to happen didn't mean you expected it too. I mean, I really thought you knew it was about you but expecting you to wait for me... it was ridiculous."

I glanced at the guitar on his bed and let go of his hand to bring it to him. He grabbed it and sighed, letting his fingers run on the strings and just nodded. He placed it on his laps and when he started singing, I held my breath, trying to stop any tears from falling.

"I've got a young heart And it's wild and free I don't know where it starts But it ends with you and me It's a hard road As far as I can see I don't know where I'm going But I'll get back to you and me

'Cause we're two kids Trying to start a fight No matter where we go Yeah, we'll be alright All I'm asking for A bit of patience, please 'Cause I know what's to come And it's coming for you and me"

Of course I knew that song. When I thought it was for Heidi, I had cried myself to sleep. It had hurt me almost as much as when he broke up with me. Now that I knew it was about me, I just wanted to let the words and the music invade me.

"Time's never been on our side So would you wait for me? I lead a selfish life 'Cause that's what I need What do I have to do To make you believe? It's all for you and me

From a distance I can hear you cry But don't you worry, darlin' Don't lose sleep tonight I can promise it I can guarantee That at the end of the road I see you with me"

I let my eyes roam on him, from his hands up to his face, the small movements of his lips as he sang, the slow ones of his head shaking... his eyes never left me except when they'd close for a few seconds and I swallowed hard, holding the sobs in.

"Time's never been on our side So would you wait for me? I lead a selfish life 'Cause that's what I need What do I have to do To make you believe? It's all for you and me

When I look down the line At the man I wanna be I've always known from the start That it ends with you and me"

I didn't realize I was crying but he brought one of his hands closer and wiped the tears from both my cheeks gently. I wanted to kiss him or tell him that I loved him but I felt paralyzed. It should have confused me even more but it made things so much clearer and I pressed my lips together harder.

"I'm so sorry I took you for granted and just assumed you'd come back to me whenever I'd snap my fingers." he apologized in a low tone. "I was young and stupid. I know it hasn't been decades but, you have no idea how much I learned in the year without you."

He finally put his guitar away and I closed my eyes until I felt him grab my hands again. I answered his squeeze and when he said my name in a very low tone, my eyes fluttered open. I sniffed and stared at him before my lips parted.

"What about now, Niall?" I almost whispered. "Are you ready to settle, or will you realize in a few months that you have a lot more to live and that you'd rather be single?"

Maybe I should feel guilty for my question but I felt like it was legit. He moved slightly closer and kissed my lips softly, making my heart jump in my chest.

"I know what I want. It's you. It's always been you." he murmured against my lips. "I thought I wanted freedom but I'm only really free when I'm with you, Olivia."

I brushed my parted lips against his and brought my hands to his hair, running my fingers in it as I felt my heartbeats accelerate. I wanted to believe him and to some extent, I did, but that didn't push the fear away completely. There was this little voice in my head that told me I shouldn't trust him and that voice probably came from the scars on my heart.

"You think you can make love to me?" I breathed out, making his lips curl.

"That was the plan."

He kissed me gently and I realized how hard it was to take my time but just like when we fucked, I let him take the lead. He moved over me, making me lay down on his bed as I closed my eyes. One of his hands traveled on my shirt, his fingers brushing slowly on my breasts and I tried to stop the whimper that wanted to come out of my lips. I moved my knees up to trap him between my thighs and we just kissed slowly but deeply until I took his tongue between my lips and sucked on it. He groaned and I reached for the back of his shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it fall on the floor next to the bed. I let my hands run on his naked back, down to the small of it and reaching his ass.

After only a few seconds, he moved up on his knees and I sat up, taking my shirt off quickly and reached for his belt. He waited until I had also unzipped his pants and finally lied back on me, attaching his lips with mine again as I pushed his jeans as down as I could. I felt his mouth reach my neck and he left small kisses on my skin, along with a burning trace and the whole thing excited me even more. With his fingers, he moved the straps of my bra down, quickly reaching for my shoulders with his lips. I was impatient but I tried not to squirm as he slithered his arms around me, trying a few times before finally unclasping my bra. I smiled as he took it off and threw it away and I raised my eyebrows with a smile.

"Hey, watch out for the candles." I joked, making him raise his nose up.

"Shut up."

His mouth found mine again and without thinking, I pushed his boxers down until it reached his pants. He held himself on the side with one arm just to pull his jeans completely down and finally took them off as I worked on mine. I should have let him undress me but I was always so impatient when I was with him that I couldn't help it. He pulled on them to take them off and I chuckled at our struggle, making him smile too. Once again, he moved back over me and pressed his lips softly on mine.

"There's no rush, yea?"

I nodded as I looked in his eyes.

"No rush." I repeated with a fond smile, making him nod too.

His lips brushed on my jaw and down to my neck, taking their time to go down to my chest and end on one of my breasts. I closed my eyes and brought one of my hands in his hair as his tongue moved on my nipple for a while before reaching the other one. I could feel my inner thighs throb harder the more he moved and when his lips reached my stomach, I had to make a huge effort not to suck it in. He kissed my belly, his lips stopping at my navel, before moving to my thighs. I thought he'd go between my legs but instead, his mouth traveled to one of my knees and I held my breath.

"Mm, Niall."

He didn't answer my plea, he just ran his mouth back on the inside of my thigh, moving past my pussy and reaching my other thigh.

"Oh my god." I whispered, my grip tightening in his hair. "Niall, please."

I heard him chuckle and he pushed himself farther on the bed, wrapping his arms around my thighs before his lips finally reached between my legs, leaving a small kiss near my clit. I shut my eyes tighter and tried to focus on what he was doing without moving but it was not easy. Gently, he tilted his head and took one of my lips in his mouth and sucked on it gently before doing it with the other. I was not sure if he was trying to make this last or if he just wanted to tease me but it was driving me crazy. When his lips finally wrapped around my clit, my whole body felt on fire and I tensed, letting out a short curse word. He sucked on it gently for a while before I felt the tip of his tongue flick on it and press in it, making the throbbings in my whole body intensify. He slipped his tongue inside me before taking it out and it reached my asshole for a few seconds before I trapped his face between my thighs despite myself. He pushed them away with a chuckle and I kept my feet flat on the bed, trying not to grind on his face. When I opened my eyes to look down at what he was doing, the simple sight of him between my legs brought me close to an orgasm.

"Niall please kiss me." I begged him in a whisper, pulling on his hair a bit harder than intended.

He didn't say anything and moved up, his lips reaching mine quickly before he kissed me deeply, and my eyes rolled back slightly when I felt the tip of his cock press between my legs.

"I love you so much." he whispered against my mouth as he pushed his hips against mine so slowly it was almost torture. I felt the tip of his cock slip inside me and I ran my lips on his, grabbing his upper one and sucking on it. "More than anything." he muttered.

"I love you more than anything too, Niall. You're everything to me." I admitted with an other whimper when he pushed himself deeper inside me. "You feel so good."

When he was completely inside me, he stopped moving and I closed my eyes, seeing the flames of the candles moving behind my eyelids. I couldn't believe he had set something like that up for me. Just for me. It made me feel special and I wrapped my arms around his neck when he kissed me again. He started moving in and out of me very slowly and every time he was buried deep inside me, I could feel my pussy throb around his dick. It was driving me crazy but the fact that he was going slowly made me feel every inch of him, every little sensation, every twitch of his cock. It gave me time to focus on the way he smelled, the sounds he made and the way he nibbled on my bottom lip.

"I'm so close." he whispered near my ear, making me shiver.

I turned my head to find his lips and kissed him again. "Me too." Once again, I trapped him between my thighs and reached for the headboard with one of my hands, holding myself there as I pushed my hips in motion with his. My eyes rolled back and my back arched as an orgasm reached me. He was maintaining himself with his arms next to my head and his fingers slipped in my hair, grabbing it for balance as he pushed himself deeper inside me, letting out low moans as he came.

"I'm in love with you." he whispered mid-orgasm and I smiled, licking my lips.

"I'm in love with you too, you're the love of my life."

When we both came down from our highs, he kissed me again and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I don't know how long we stayed like that, just making out, but I enjoyed it and I never wanted this to end. Because it would mean going back to reality, wouldn't it?

"Told you I'd make love to you." he pointed out in a soft voice, moving away to look in my eyes.

"Mmhm, and that really reached my expectations." I confessed, making him chuckle.

"You hungry?"

I nodded and when he peeled his body away from mine, I felt empty. I grabbed his shirt from the floor and put it on before smiling and bending down to grab my panties. I bit my bottom lip as I thought for a few seconds and finally turned to him as he was pulling his boxers up.

"For your collection." I just said with a chuckle, handing them to him.

He looked in my eyes, then glanced at them and then back in my eyes before grabbing them and sitting back on the bed next to me.

"I want my collection of panties to be only made of your panties." he let out, looking straight in my eyes. "I want them in a drawer in our room. Next to our bed. While you're sleeping next to me. That's the collection I want, Olivia."

I felt myself tear up again and swallowed but he just moved closer and pecked my lips gently before getting up and reaching the door.

"I'll heat our food and bring the wine. You can wait for me in the living room."

I felt more tears fall on my cheeks after he left but quickly wiped them off my cheeks. He had turned something extremely sexual into something romantic and for some reason, it touched me. I thought about living with him, having my own drawers in his bedroom or more our bedroom and the whole fantasy was perfect. I don't know how long it took me to get up and walk out of the room but when I reached the living room, he was already sitting on the couch, his feet on the side of the coffee table.

I sat with him in silence as we ate and watched a movie but I couldn't help and glance at him from time to time. He noticed after a while and his lips curled.

"I see you looking at me."

"Probably because you're looking at me, too." I joked with a short laugh.

"Guilty."

We went silent for a few more minutes and I glanced at the door with a frown.

"Those boxes are Heidi's?" I just asked as he glanced near the door too.

"Yea, they're supposed to pick them up tomorrow and send them to her." he explained with a shrug. "Can't wait."

"What would she say if she saw us right now?" I asked, turning back to the tv.

"Who cares." he laughed. "I sure don't."

I turned to him and tilted my head, watching his profile as his eyes were glued to the tv. I felt something stir in my chest, as if my heart was swelling, and my eyes fluttered for a few seconds. I couldn't believe I was sitting on Niall's couch, close to him as he was just in his boxers. I couldn't believe I was there with him, wearing his shirt. I had the chance to be with him. A second chance. And fuck, I wanted to jump on that chance so bad.

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I stared at myself in the mirror and grimaced, turning my body on the side as I extended my neck, trying to see what it looked like from behind.

"Are you sure about that dress?" Eleanor asked, raising her eyebrows as I let out a low grunt.

I was not sure about that dress. I was not sure about that marriage. I was not sure about anything anymore. Of course, I couldn't just cancel the wedding dress shopping because of my doubts. Everyone would either say it was cold feet or worse, they'd end up asking a bunch of questions I couldn't answer yet, not even to myself. I felt a bit stuck and decided to go find a dress anyway, or at least, try to, because the search hadn't been really successful yet.

"No." I just said with a grimace, making her shake her head and get up.

She searched through the dresses and found one without sleeves that was cut to my waist and ended up falling in a cascade of white. I tilted my head and sighed.

"Beautiful, definitely, but I have no boobs to hold it, and I'm gonna look like a cake cover."

I heard Julie laugh as she got up too. "You won't! I'm sure it’ll fit you! As for the boobs problem, i'm pretty sure they have tricks for that, you know. To keep the dress in place."

I sighed again and shook my head.

"Is it too much to ask for a boob crack? Once in my life?"

Both my friends started laughing and I rolled my eyes, taking the dress and walking back inside the large stall to get changed. It took me forever to take the dress I was wearing off and I had to hold myself against the wall to try the new one on. I knew there was literally a couch in there but I couldn't get myself to sit on it and I was not sure why. When I got out, unfortunately, I came face to face with someone I really didn't want to see. Heidi had a small annoying smile on her lips and her eyes moved on me up and down before raising her eyebrows.

"You're still getting married?" she asked with a chuckle. "Why am I not surprised?"

"What about you?" I asked rudely, crossing my arms on my chest. "What are you doing here? Getting married too? Oh wait, no, Niall literally dropped your ass."

She lost her smile for a few seconds but quickly got it back, raising her eyebrows up.

"I'm thinking he'll call me again soon, probably right after you get married to an other man and break his heart."

"Could you just leave, Heidi?" Eleanor asked with a sigh before rolling her eyes. "You're ruining our fun."

"You are. Why are you here anyway?" Julie added, raising her eyebrows, clearly annoyed, too.

"I was walking by and I saw you, thought I'd come in and say hi."

"Hi." Eleanor said cheerfully before losing her smile. "Bye."

"Fine, I'm leaving." she just let out a short laugh before turning around. She stopped when she was close to the door and turned to us again with a frown. "Oh and if you want my opinion, you shouldn't wear that dress. Even if you get it adjusted, you would still look like a cake cover. Have you thought about losing a little weight too?"

I felt my jaw clench and quickly, I raised my middle finger up and she chuckled.

"Oh and Heidi, by the way, did you get your boxes back?" she frowned again, her hand still holding the knob and I sent her an other smile. "Yea I saw them last time I went to Niall's. They were waiting by the door. I only noticed them later in the evening. Before that, I was too busy letting him fuck my brains out to focus on anything else."

I didn't know if she was pissed but I waited until she was out to exhale. My whole body was throbbing and I swallowed as I tried not to break down.

"Did you really have sex with Niall again?" Julie asked after a few minutes of silence. I turned on my heels to face my friends and pressed my lips together. "Oh my god, you did."

"No!" I lied, frowning. "I just wanted to shut her up."

"Well, whether you did it or not, you shouldn't have said that." Eleanor pointed out, crossing her arms on her chest and looking at the spot near the door where Heidi was only a few minutes ago. "I don't trust her."

I knew I shouldn't have, but at that moment, I just wanted to hurt her as much as she was trying to hurt me. I knew she was good at finding someone's insecurities and she definitely knew how to use mine against me, but at least, I didn't want her to get the satisfaction to know it had done exactly what she expected.

I was also unsure of why I wouldn't tell my friends that something had happened between Niall and I again. They knew we fucked the day they were all home for Harry's birthday, then why did it bother me to tell them that it happened again? Perhaps I didn't want them to think it was becoming a pattern, or that I was just using him while Dylan was away... but it didn't make much sense. I trusted them, that I was sure of, but it was probably the guilt inside me that made me lie. I felt guilty about Dylan, and also about Niall. I was confused to the point of just wanting to run away and never coming back. Maybe, when i'd be far away, I'd find out who I really wanted to be with.

I shook my head, of course I wanted to be with Niall. I didn't need to travel across the world to know that, but that didn't mean I was ready to hand him my heart again like it was not patched up with fragile band-aids from the last time I actually dated him.

"Oh whatever, fuck her." I just said, turning around to face the mirror. I had bigger problems than Heidi anyway. "I really do look like a cake cover."

My friends started laughing at the same time and shook their heads.

"No! You look amazing!" Julie pointed out again. "You know me, I wouldn't let you get married with a dress that made you look stupid."

"I wouldn't either." Eleanor added, sending a smile to my reflection in the mirror.

I sighed and smiled back. I had no idea if the problem was the dress, or just the marriage in general and I pressed my lips together, closing my eyes. I just wanted to call Niall and see him again, maybe even cuddle him. I wanted to feel his body pressed on mine and hear him tell me he loves me.

"You can try an other one?"

I raised my nose up and nodded while looking at myself again.

"Okay, let's just try an other one."

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raibebe · 5 years ago

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Sunkissed

Genre: Fluff Words: 4.276

Prompt: Greek God Yeosang Warnings: Shameless appreciation of Yeosang’s beauty

A/N: After seeing those pictures of Yeosang wearing that crown at a fansign, I couldn’t get this idea out of my head and when the lovely @im-a-special-bebe made this beautiful moodboard I just couldn’t not write something about it. This is purely self-indulgent. @nctkickit please be proud of me for adding 0% smut into this.

Apollo: Son of Zeus and Leto, bother of Artemis. Olympian god of the sun and light, music and poetry, healing and plagues, prophecy and knowledge, order and beauty, archery and agriculture.

The first time you saw him, you didn’t think he was real. He was standing on the Cliffside, looking into the setting sun, his wavy dark hair gently moving in the wind, the last rays of sunshine catching in the golden laurel crown he was wearing. The golden twinkle was the thing that had caught your eyes first when you were on your way back home from the city. The man was standing there unmoving, eyes fixed to the horizon where a single sailboat was sailing into the sunset. His tunic was gently swaying in the wind, the hem playing around his thighs, white fabric dyed orange from the sun’s rays.

What was the stranger doing here? You had never seen this man before and not many people came to the small island that you lived on. Captured by the strange man, you kept staring at him. Something about him made it impossible to tear your gaze away. When the sun finally set and the little plateau was clad in darkness, the man averted his gaze from the horizon and turned around, his sharp gaze immediately finding yours as if he had known you had been staring at him all this time.

For a while none of you moved. The darkness obscured the strangers’ features but you could tell that he was beautiful enough to have a stature made to immortalize his strong jawline, high cheekbones and piercing gaze, even though you weren’t sure if a stature was even going to capture all of his beauty. When his lips slowly curled into a small smile, you could have sworn that the sun had begun to rise again. Giggling shyly, you averted your gaze and nervously tucked a strand of hair back into its place. But when you looked up again, the stranger was gone, nowhere to be found.

Sighing, you shook your head. It had been a long day for you, but you didn’t know you were so exhausted that you had started to hallucinate things. Or maybe you had taken a breath or two too many when you had visited the temple today to deliver some new herbs to burn and to get a blessing from Apollo for your work.

The next time you met the mysterious stranger, you didn’t see him at first. You were preparing a tincture for the old man living at the harbour who couldn’t work like he used to now that he was getting older, when a soft melody played on a lyre reached your ears. At first you didn’t mind it. Sometimes a wandering group of musicians lost themselves in the outskirts of the city when they couldn’t afford to stay the night in a tavern. But what caught your attention was the deep voice that hummed along the soft melody, complementing the instrument in the most beautiful way. It made you think of the handsome stranger you had seen near the cliffs admiring the sunset a couple of days ago.

Cautiously you took your cauldron off the fire and set it aside to cool before stepping out of your little home. Following the sound of the lyre, you found the stranger sitting on a rock, his handsome features illuminated by the soft light of the dying sun, the golden laurel crown reflecting the light onto his hair. His face was relaxed as he gently plucked the strings of his golden instrument, a little smile adoring his lips.

You were sure he must have noticed you with the way his eyes twinkled mischievously but he paid you no mind. Slowly you sat down on a log of wood, careful to not dirty your own tunic any further than it already was. How the stranger kept his one spotless while sitting in the dirt, was a miracle to you. Sitting in silence you listened to the soft melody for a long time. When his song finally ended, the silence you otherwise really liked, felt heavy. Even the soft howling of the wind and the distant crashing of the waves couldn’t fill the air like the music did seconds before.

“I hope you enjoyed it,” the stranger chuckled, lifting his gaze from his lyre to meet your eyes. You had never expected the lean and beautiful man to have such a deep and soothing voice. But it fit him. You liked his voice, it carried a comfortable weight. You wondered if he was a wandering musician. But his clothes were way too nice for that. He looked more like a son from a rich house with hundreds of slaves to work for him. But what was he doing out here? You felt your face heating up and averted your gaze when he kept staring at you with his big brown eyes and you realized that he was waiting for an answer while you were lost in your thoughts. But before you could think of an answer, his bright laugh cut through the silence and you weren’t sure if his gentle humming before or his laugh was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard. His lips were quirked in a mischievous smile and he raised one perfectly arched eyebrow, still waiting.

“I... I liked it,” you stuttered. The stranger just hummed, turning back to face the sun that was just now dipping below the ocean on the horizon. A million questions burned on your tongue but none left your lips as the stranger and you sat in silence in the darkness. “It’s too bad we only ever seem to meet at sunset,” the stranger sighed and got up from where he was sitting, dusting off his tunic that was just shy of being indecently short. Quickly you got up as well, feeling ashamed of your own unkempt appearance: Green stains all over your tunic from working all day and your hair messily pulled back in order to keep it from falling into your face. “I hope we’ll meet again,” he smiled before he turned his back towards you, walking to the edge of the cliff.

You wanted to scream at him to not go down that narrow path there. Many people had tried to use it as a shortcut to the beach before and were later found lying motionless in the water. But your breath was trapped inside your throat and you could only stare to where the figure of the stranger was disappearing from your sight.

When you couldn’t see the twinkle of his golden crown anymore, you could finally breathe again. Too scared to go to the edge yourself, you prayed to the gods that they would keep the man safe and that no fishermen were bound to find his body in one of their nets. Just when you finished your silent prayers and turned to leave, a little something glistened in the corner of your eye where the stranger had sat before. Carefully you made your way over the stones to inspect it further. When you leaned down to look between the pebbles, a little golden leaf shined right back at you. Carefully picking it up, you turned it between your fingers. The metal felt warm beneath your fingers, you were sure the stranger had dropped it. This was your proof that you weren’t hallucinating again. The stranger was real and you were more confused than ever. Carefully pocketing the leaf, you made your way back home, your thoughts only filled with the strange man.

The third time you met him however wasn’t at sunset for once. The sun was standing high in the sky when you were walking through the fields surrounding the outskirts of town in search of herbs that you had run out of, when suddenly a shadow appeared over you when you were plucking little yellow flowers, making you shriek loudly and topple over in the grass. When you turned to look around, you were face to face with the handsome stranger who looked like he was trying really hard not to laugh out loud at your reaction. “You scared me,” you pouted. “It wasn’t my intention to scare you,” he chuckled, his voice just as deep as you remembered it.

Now that he for once wasn’t obscured by darkness, you could finally study his features. He wasn’t wearing his golden laurel crown this time, his long hair framing his face beautifully. His sunkissed skin was spotless, despite for a little birthmark right next to his left eye. You didn’t know what overcame you but you somehow had the urge to reach out and touch it. Something must have shown in your face because his big brown eyes crinkled slightly and his plush lips tugged upwards in a beautiful smile.

“You seem to really like my face,” he chuckled, raking his hands through his wavy hair, “Every time we meet, you seem to lose your voice and just stare at me.” Flustered, you averted your eyes and plucked another flower, throwing it into your basket to the ones you had previously picked. “You’re a healer,” the man spoke, sitting down next to you and plucking some of the little flowers as well. “How do you know?” You asked, your eyes fixed to the flowers around you as if to prove that you could indeed control yourself and didn’t stare at handsome strangers all the time. “I’ve seen you around,” he simply said, carefully placing the delicate flowers into your woven basket.

“But you’re not from around here. I’ve never seen you before.” He chuckled again. “No, I’m not. I’m just a traveller.” “You don’t look like a traveller,” you said before you could stop your mouth, quickly covering it with your hands; you hadn’t meant to be so forward. “What do I look like then?” He laughed, flashing you a row of perfectly straight, white teeth. “You seem like you come from a wealthy family,” you answered shyly, embarrassed at your little outburst. “You could say that,” he hummed, “What are you using the flowers for?” “They help if you overuse your muscles and relive the pain a little bit,” you explained, “I grind them into a paste and then you have to put it on the area where it hurts.”

“Don’t try to eat them though, they’re poisonous,” the stranger said after nodding along to your explanation. “You’re a healer as well?” “I’m just knowledgeable in various things,” he answered, sitting back and stretching out his slender legs, closing his beautiful eyes and tilting his face towards the sun, letting the rays caress his features. When you caught yourself staring again, admiring the shadows cast by his dark eyelashes, you quickly got up to look for other herbs in the little field to distract yourself.

While you were collecting various different plants, some more useful than others, the stranger remained seated, bathing in the light of the midday sun, occasionally glancing your way when he thought you weren’t looking. With the sun caressing his features he looked more ethereal than ever and you suddenly had the urge to immortalize this moment somehow. “Have you ever had a stature made in your image?” You asked when you decided you had picked enough herbs and made your way back to the handsome man. “Multiple actually,” he chuckled, “Are you finished with your duties?”

“For now,” you answered, “I’ll need to prepare the paste from the flowers but I can do that later as well if you would like to have a meal with me.” A bright smile lit up the features of the stranger. “I would indeed like to. Lead the way, beautiful woman.” You pointed in the direction of your home. “It’s not far from here,” you mumbled.

The way back to your small home was spend in silence but it wasn’t unpleasant, the stranger beside you a warming and somehow calming presence. When you sneaked a glance at him every now and then, you still couldn’t believe he was real and not a stature, especially with how the late afternoon sun was illuminating his profile right now. “Like what you see?” The stranger teased when he caught you staring yet again. You felt heat licking at your cheeksand averted your gaze to stare determinately into the fields of olive trees you were passing right now. A bright chuckle fell from the man’s lips at your action and you swore when you turned to look at him again, he was shining brighter than the sun, warmth radiating off of him. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your own lips.

“You haven’t told me your name yet,” you said after a while, curiosity getting the better of you. “Does it matter?” The man answered instead of telling you, his gaze suddenly becoming darker and guarded. “I- No, I just...” you stuttered, taken aback by his reaction. He had seemed so comfortable with you, why was he not telling you that all of a sudden? “It’s really not that relevant,” he murmured, nervously fumbling with his bangs that had fallen into his eyes. “Are you on the run or something?” You asked carefully. He just shook his head and sighed before he stopped walking and took one of your hands in his, warmth immediately spreading through you. “Will you believe me if I tell you that it really doesn’t matter and respect that I’d rather not tell you? You don’t have to tell me yours either”, he spoke softly, his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand soothingly, “I promise I’m a good man and will not cause you problems or harm.” He was looking at you with such sincerity, his big, doe-like eyes studying your face intently. “I take your word for it, handsome stranger,” you complied, smiling at how the man’s face lit up before he lifted your joined hands up to press a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “Thank you, beautiful healer,” he breathed against the skin, his smile making his eyes sparkle and your knees weak. Not letting go of your joined hands, he tugged you along to keep walking up the small path up the hill where your cabin was, the little smile not leaving his lips.

When your small home came into view you pointed up at it. “That’s where I live.” “It’s not far from where we first met, isn’t it?” The stranger asked, his head tilted to the side questioningly. “The stone field is just a little farther down the hill,” you confirmed. “But that’s not where we first met. You were staring at me while I was watching the sun set,” he reminded you with a teasing smile and a cheeky wink. “Stop teasing me,” you whined, throwing the stranger what you thought was a pleading look. “Cute,” he just said, his smile turning just a tad softer than it had been before. You quickly rushed to open the small gate in the fence that surrounded your little cabin to keep your more precious herbs you had planted safe from wild animals who were trying to eat them.

Just when you were about to open the door as well, you remembered just how much of a mess it was inside and you slammed it shut again. The man just looked at you with ones of his perfectly sculptured brows raised in question. “You... You should stay outside,” you mumbled, “I didn’t expect guests anytime soon.” “I don’t mind a little clutter and dirt even though I might not look like it,” he answered and smiled, his delicate hand covering your own scarred one over the doorknob and you could swear you felt some of his warmth seeping into your flesh, making your skin tingle where you were touching.

Nodding slowly, you let him turn the doorknob and pull the door open, heat creeping up your cheeks. “It’s nothing special,” you defended the underwhelming inside of your cabin. Besides your caldron there only were two wooden desks in your cooking area, herbs hanging from the ceiling to dry them and on a little shelf you kept different kinds of medicine you had made in little flasks and jars. The rest of the small space was occupied by a big cupboard holding different rolls of papyrus that you had collected over the years with both recipes and descriptions of different sicknesses and how to treat them along with random trinkets you had collected. Before the cupboard, there was a small wooden table with two little stools that had already seen better days, one of them covered in the tunics you had finally washed in the little stream near your home. Pressed into the far corner there was your bed which was just a straw bale covered with some furs a hunter had gifted you when you had saved his wife from a nasty sickness.

“It’s homey,” the man complemented after he had taken everything in. “It’s not much,” you repeated yourself and set down your basket with the herbs on one of the big tables. “I’m afraid it’s going to be a simple meal,” you confessed, “A farmer gave me some bread and goat cheese the other day.” “It’s more than enough,” he replied, suddenly way closer to you than you had anticipated, looking over your shoulder into the herb basket. “There sure are some powerful plants growing around here.” You managed to mutter out an affirmation before you took a deep breath to collect your thoughts again. You usually weren’t this easily flustered just by some proximity, hell you were used to this. But something about this man was just different, you could feel the warmth radiating off of him in the cool air of your cabin.

“I could hang them up for you if you want,” he suggested. “No, there’s no need for you to do anything,” you hastily declined. “You’re treating me to dinner, there’s got to be something I can do,” he insisted. “There’s a stream not too far up the hill if you follow the path we came here,” you explained, “You could get some water for us.” “Of course,” he smiled gently and quickly grabbed the jug you had pointed to before slipping out the door again.

When the door fell shut with a heavy thud, you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. What was it about the man that had you on edge so easily? And why did you think it was a good idea to invite him into your home? He obviously came from wealth, what could you even present him that would be of his standards? Sighing you unwrapped the bread and the cheese you were gifted yesterday, slicing it in smaller pieces and putting it in a small bowl to at least make it seem appetizing. The man also probably would never drink water under any circumstances, only the best red wine grazing those plush lips, painting them a pretty, dark colour, his pink tongue darting out to catch the little drop that would have escaped the golden goblet he was holding with his slender fingers. You shook your head. Where did that thought suddenly come from?

But before your thoughts could spiral any further, the man suddenly poked his head back into the cabin, the noise of the creaking door startling you so much, you almost dropped the bowl with the food, a loud screech leaving your lips. It was silent for a couple of seconds before the man giggled loud and high pitched, slapping one of his hands over his mouth to stifle the surprisingly high noise for how deep his voice was. “Stop laughing, I’m not used to having someone just burst in here,” you sulked, pouting at him. “I didn’t mean to scare you but your reaction was worth it,” he grinned, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth. “It’s really pretty up there by the stream, should we eat there?” You nodded in agreement, quickly gathering the food and your two best ceramics goblets for the water.

Before you could protest, the man already took everything out of your hands and carried it himself, shooting you a quick smile before he hurried along the little path. “What’s gotten you in such a rush?” You giggled, quickly following him. “The sun is going to set soon; I want to see it from up there,” he answered, quickly jumping along the stones in the little river to cross it. How he managed to keep his balance on the slippery rocks with all the stuff in his hands and while jumping so fast was past your imagination. He quickly put the food and dishes on the ground next to the jug of water and jumped halfway through the stream again, reaching out his hand towards you. “Come on, I’ll keep you steady,” he promised, looking like an excited toddler after you had given them a new toy to play with.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread along your features when you grabbed his hand and he gently helped you across the slippery stones, his other hand holding onto your waist to keep you steady. Just when you were about to make your last step, you felt something slimy touch your foot, making you stumble forward and losing your balance. You already saw yourself drenched in water, algae all over your tunic, when the stranger quickly pulled you towards him, steadying you against him where he was standing on a bigger stone.

All breath was knocked out of you, not only from the impact but also from how close you suddenly were to him. If you wanted, you could have counted each of his eyelashes. “I told you, I would keep you safe,” he mumbled, his hands on your waist holding you close to him. “Thank you,” you said breathless, surprised how out of breath you sounded. Up close you could see that the stranger wasn’t as perfect as he seemed at first glance. Hidden behind his long fringe was the little red birthmark you had seen a glance of before. But instead of making him look ugly, you found it endearing, something special that made him stand out. You had to grip his arms a little harder where you had held onto him to steady yourself, to not reach out to touch it.

“I’ve never met a mortal quite like you,” he mumbled, gently cupping your cheek with one hand, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone. “What do you mean, mortal?” You asked breathless, confused by his choice of words and flustered because of how close he was to you. He just chuckled and kept studying your face. Being this close to him, you could almost feel his breath fanning over your face and see the shadows each of his long, dark eyelashes cast on his high cheekbones. “You wanted to know my name, right?” The stranger asked, his eyes crinkling when he smiled, still absent-mindedly caressing your face. You nodded, not trusting your voice, still completely captured by the man. “It’s Yeosang but your kind also often calls me Apollo,” he confessed, his gaze open and vulnerable, studying your face intently for any kind of reaction. When you stayed quiet, he added: “Son of Zeus and Leto.”

When you processed what he had just said, your eyes widened in surprise. He was a god. An actual god, an Olympian. Looking at his features, it made sense somehow. But what was he doing here? Eating dinner with you and helping you to collect herbs? Holding you close like this in the middle of a steam? Telling you that he wanted to watch the sunset with you? “Are you afraid of me?” he asked when you stayed quiet, your brain not really grasping what he had just said and what it meant. “I... No,” you answered truthfully. Even though he could probably kill you in the blink of an eye, he didn’t seem like the type even with all the legends and myths surrounding him. “I’m just confused,” you confessed, reaching out to touch his face as well, feeling his warm, soft skin beneath your fingertips. “Confused about what, beautiful?”

“I thought gods were supposed to be perfect,” you chuckled, gently tracing the birthmark near his eye with your fingertips. For a short moment, Yeosang was staring at you with his eyes wide in surprise before a bright laughter was bubbling out of him. “We’re far from being perfect, my dear,” he mumbled, gently tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, his lips curling into a soft smile. “Will you let me kiss you?” The god asked softly, his hazel eyes dropping down to your lips. “Please,” you breathed, eyes fluttering closed when you felt Yeosang leaning in. The tender press of his soft lips against yours had your heart stopping before it doubled in pace when he wrapped his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his warm body, your lips slotting together like they were made for it.

A soft sigh left your parted lips when Yeosang pulled back and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “You’re truly remarkable,” he whispered. Shying away from his dark gaze, you averted your eyes, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the fabric of his tunic. But Yeosang was having none of it, gently taking your chin between his fingers to tilt your face up again. “You don’t need to hide, beautiful. Not when you’re with me.” “Please kiss me again,” you asked quietly, your hands caressing his strong chest before they slipped around his neck, playing with the shorter strands of hair.

“Anything for you.”

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bangchanshehe · 5 years ago

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The Orphanage pt. 10

Growing up in an orphanage was hard, but when three men kidnap you as collateral, you find out that your life prior to being trapped in a house with twelve men was a piece of cake. Your loved ones were more corrupt than you thought and your enemies are closer than ever.

OT12 X OC (INCOMPLETE)

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You ate your cake with suho in bed as the two of you shared awkward post orgasm conversation with each other. You didn’t know exactly what the sex meant, if it was just something casual for him since he had mentioned not liking you cuddling with the other men, or if it was just a means of bluffing in order to fulfill a need. You had thought about asking him more questions but decided against it and instead decided to come up with an escape route.

You looked around the bed and thought of anything that you could do. The kitchen was already cleaned, the boys had eaten. CHANYEOL! You immediately remembered and your eyes flew open wide with joy. You took the last bite of your cake and held onto your plate firmly.

“So uh, I’m going to go wash my plate and call it a night.” You said to Suho thinking that it sounded logical enough for him

He looked up to you from his plate with a mouthful of chocolate cake. He put his plate down and swallowed quickly “Just leave the plate and sleep here” he said as if what you had said meant that you would be going way out of your way. “I’ll take care of it in the morning” he said with a sweet smile.

You looked down at his empty plate and back at the one in your hands. You didn’t think that he would have expected for you to stay with him overnight. You thought of a way to politely refuse but felt that everything seemed very awkward and cold.

“did you need to do something?” he asked you with raised eyebrows and his interest piqued

You looked up to him with wide eyes. Busted. “I just-“ you started but couldn’t finish the rest of the sentence. It felt like you were running away from him. But you knew that if you had said anything to him that was a lie that he would be sure to figure it out one way or another. he has cameras everywhere. You gently reminded yourself.

“I…” you huffed out frustrated that it wasn’t simple to just say what you needed to say

“what? What’s going on?” he asked scooting closer to you on the bed and ran a hand down your thigh

You were hyper aware of the feeling of his palms on your body and you lightly shuddered. You looked down at where his hand rested and then you looked up at him. It was now or never, you either tell the truth or lie to him.

“I promised Chanyeol that tonight I would stay with him” you said quietly finally revealing the truth ready to get a scolding

You sat in a moment of silence and there was no response from him. You couldn’t stand the quiet so you looked away from him unable to continue to look him in the eye.

“okay, no worries” he finally said

You snapped your head up to look at him and you cocked an eyebrow. You were baffled for a moment and you looked at him as if he had grown a second head.

You didn’t think that it was going to be so simple to him that you were going to be with another man right after he had just said that he was jealous of you spending time with other members. So it was a lie…noted. You cleared your throat and started to make your way off of the bed. You gathered up all of your clothes and straightened yourself up before you would leave. You picked up your plate off of the bed and held your hand out to take Suho’s. he smiled up at you and handed his plate to you in silence.

You softly padded to the door and opened it up widely. You stepped into the doorway and quietly bid Suho goodnight. he nodded back to you with a small smile and you returned his smile before shutting the door behind you.

There was no one in the hallways but you could hear commotion in the living room, and you investigated what the noise was. When you walked in you saw four men playing video games and yelling over each other, bad mouthing how bad each other played. You chuckled at how childish the behavior was and moved into the kitchen, where you knew there were bound to be lingering men, hungry and waiting for food.

You rounded the corner and was surprised to see that there wasn’t anyone inside. You looked at the sink and the oven to see if there was any dishes or messes to clean up to distract yourself, but you were shocked that it was completely clean, despite the number of dishes that you were sure was going to accumulate after so many men had to eat.

You sighed deeply and nodded your head. Your instinctive intuitions about them were beginning to prove themselves wrong time and time again. Despite the few men who still terrified you the rest of the were surprisingly charming and welcoming. They would help you in whatever way they could, and you appreciated them greatly for it.

You looked back into the living room for any traces of Chanyeol before you began your search for him, but found nothing. so instead of lingering around you climbed up the stairs back to the room where you had painted for him earlier.

Nearing the door you noticed a light shining from underneath his door, giving Chanyeol’s location away. You lightly knocked on the door awaiting for a response for you to enter, or at least for Chanyeol to come to the door. You waited and there was no response or sign of movement from the room. You hesitated for a moment wondering if you should come back another time or just go into the room. But thinking about how open you and Chanyeol had been the past few days you had decided that it wouldn’t do any harm to walk in and make yourself known.

You cracked the door open slightly and peeked inside of the room. You looked around the bedroom and noticed the back of chanyeol’s head on the other side of his bed.

You quietly crept into the room and shut the door behind you as sofly as you could, in order to not disturb whatever it was that had captured all of chanyeol’s attention. You tiptoed to the edge of the bed and peered over to see what Chanyeol was doing. You could now see a pair of headphones and his big hands strumming on an electric guitar as he played.

You softly climbed his bed and made your way closer and closer to the edge revealing more of Chanyeol. You held a hand to your mouth to stifle the laughter that shook through you as you abruptly grabbed the top of chaneyols head.

He yelped, shrunk down and froze in place, not prepared for an attack so suddenly. You laughed out loud at how silly he looked, frightened and unprepared as to what to do next, but as soon as he realized that it was only you he immediately sprung into action.

He quickly gathered himself and jumped up, and over across you on the bed. He hands roamed your body and tickled whatever available flesh he could. Laughing now that the tables had turned and he was back in control. You gasped for air and begged for him to stop. And only until your face had turned the deepest shade of red did he stop his tickle attack.

He let go of you and you let your body go limp against his mattress as you desperately tried to calm your breathing. He sat next to you on the bed and smiled an evil grin down at you. When you finally felt like a normal being again you leaned up on your elbows and smiled back.

“what were you up to?” you asked him

He shrugged and looked away “I don’t know. Sometimes I get bored and just come in here and play”

You nodded your head and hummed, in understanding. Sometimes whenever you got bored you did the same thing, but instead of playing music you baked. Not only did it make you feel better about whatever was making you stressed out but it also helped you take your mind off of things.

“what were you playing?” you asked Chanyeol and he visibly froze in place.

You raised an eyebrow at his shocked state and eyed his guitar. “sorry, if it’s personal. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to” you said nervous that you had maybe crossed a boundary for Chanyeol

“no… no I’m sorry I just…” Chanyeol sighed and looked down at the musical instrument “I only play it when I get really stressed out. There’s something about just putting on the headphones and making you senses filled with only what you create that’s relieving.”

Your eyebrows crinkled and you looked up to Chanyeol with concern. He didn’t seem stressed out to you, but you guessed that there was more to what meets the eye. You sat up so you were sitting properly and you faced Chanyeol on his bed.

“chan, what’s going on?” you asked him with a serious expression

He looked up at you with an uncertain grimace and then chuckled “did you call me chan?” he asked with a small smile

Your eyes went wide “oh, um im sorry. I kind of just blurted that out without even thinking” you apologized

Chanyeol just chuckled even harder “no. its okay, really!” he ran a hand through his hair “I just didn’t expect a nickname to come from you” he explained

“oh” you said softly before looking at your hands, now feeling awkward about the mood of the room

“here” Chanyeol said getting up and grabbing his guitar only to sit back down on the bed across from you.

He unplugged the amp chord, the head phones and the distorter from the guitar and handed the instrument over to you. Unwillingly you accepted it, knowing nothing about the thing. You didn’t know what the chords were, how to hold a guitar, or how to play in the slightest. You looked up at him confused and he smiled down at you.

“don’t know how to play?” he asked

No violently shook your head no and he giggled. Come here he said, separating his legs so you could sit in front of him. You looked up at him unsure, but bit your tongue and did it telling yourself that it was only so he could teach you.

As you settled in between his legs he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and took your hands in his. He pointed out and strummed on every chord so you could become familiar with the instrument. And as soon as you got somewhat comfortable he started to teach you how to play a simple song on your own.

“ah” he groaned “you almost had it, but you messed up the last chord”

You mentally scolded yourself and shook your hand out, feeling the fatigue in it from the atypical hand movement. Once more you lined up your hands on the guitar and inhaled a deep breath.

Slowly you started to strum the song once more and within a minute smiled to yourself in triumph. You had done everything right this time, and while it wasn’t necessarily rocket science, it was a big accomplishment to you.

“you did good” Chanyeol laughed and patted your head softly “now try playing it faster and faster each time”

You sighed and went back at it again playing the song slightly faster each time than the last until finally you had gotten a hang of the song. You turned your head and smiled at Chanyeol in excitement, but your smile slowly dropped as you realized how close you and Chanyeol actually were.

You stared into his eyes and he softly gulped realizing that the position that you were in was exactly where he wanted you to be. He slowly leaned in to kiss you and his heart rate accelerated when he realized that you weren’t turning your head or denying him.

He was mere centimeters from your face and you had closed your eyes, ready for him to give you a soft kiss. But when the door opened and someone stepped inside of Chanyeol’s room you couldn’t help but turn shy and pull away from Chanyeol.

A throat cleared and you looked up to see a smirking Suho at the doorway of Chanyeol’s room. He shifted his weight on his feet and he turned to glare at Chanyeol. You were suddenly far more conscious of your position with your back pressed up against chanyeol’s chest. you quickly scooted down the bed so you were a safe distance from Chanyeol but also not to close to suho who looked less than happy.

“what are you doing?” suho asked with a deflated tone as if he already knew what was going on but was asking for confirmation

“I was teaching her how to play the guitar” Chanyeol said after a moment of hesitation

Suho hummed and walked towards the edge of the bed where you were sitting. He grabbed your hands and assessed your palms and fingers to make sure that the guitar strings weren’t too rough on you. When he dropped them, satisfied that you weren’t hurt he put his hands on your shoulders and began gently rubbing at them.

You were too nervous to say anything or do anything, so you mindlessly played with your fingers as you looked down at your feet.

“why don’t you go take a shower while Chanyeol and I have a little discussion” Suho said to you in your ear, loud enough that both you and Chanyeol could hear.

You gulped and looked up to Chanyeol, afraid of what a little discussion meant. You slowly nodded your head and moved into Chanyeol’s conjoined bathroom at a snails pace. When you were finally inside you stood in front of the mirror for a few minutes, hoping that you could overhear whatever was about to take place in the other room.

“what did you want to talk about suho?” Chanyeol asked with a firm voice

“I wanted to talk to you about y/n.” suho started and you could feel the energy deepen somehow “a lot of members have now shown interest in her and I wanted to give everyone the same talk so that there is no confusion.” His voice trailed off to become dangerously deep

“Y/n is not just a play thing. She will be respected and treated like an equal.” Suho started and you immediately let out a sigh of relief “if she decides that she wants to become intimate with you then that is her own choice, and no one else’s. and no one is to harm her in any way, do you understand me?” Suho asked like a stern father

“of course “ you heard Chanyeol mutter like it was a joke that Suho was even mentioning these things to him

“good. Now scoot over” suho said

You could hear sheets rustling and a few grunt noises

“wait! What?... What are-.. What are you doing?” you could hear Chanyeol’s flustered voice

“I’m trying to get in bed!” suho said sounding fed up

“why are you trying to sleep in here?” Chanyeol asked back

“after what I just did to her, I don’t exactly feel like sharing. So it’ll be both of us or I drag her ass back to my room. Which shall it be?”

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cherry-thegenz · 4 years ago

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MCYT prompts

list of my personal prompts so far : ) (some i’ve written for, will make a list of all the mcyt fics ive made maybe), will put written under ones i’ve written lol

Insane Skeppy (TW: torture)

“Skeppy tortures Bad because he just needs someone to torture and I can't find the word for that

Anyways it'll be a longer oneshot so I hope someone does it”

written

Dolphin King (Karlnap) Karl needs a dolphin to quickly make it through the ocean. But first, he needs to ask the Dolphin King to borrow one.

written

Drunken Pranks

Sapnap, ever the insane idiot, decided it’d be a good idea to prank Dream. George, also an idiot, decided it’d be good to join him. Thus starting a prank war between all of them. (make them get drunk)

Nobody hurts Gogy (GeorgeNap | platonic or romantic)

somebody hurts gogy. sapnap gets very protective Fluff ;D [based off when sapnap said ‘nobody hurts gogy’ hahahahahahaha]

Don’t Mess W Niki

basically bamf niki these are the notes i wrote frick im supposed to sleep but was suddenly struck w this idea from animatic aka where wilbur n tommys citizenship is yeeted?? and its all angst and i love it butimagine that but while they're gone niki just gets so mad at schlatt and just like goes full on badass mode gets full netherite armor and stuff for like tommy n wilbur spends hours getting materials for themand when they come back she's handing them tools and weapons and she's got techno on her side and she's just ready to throw hands with schlatt, has tnt prepared, etc, shes just super prepared to murder schlatt and we get to see her sniping people with a bow

written

Atlantic Empire

techno is king of a weird kingdom. He’s known as the blood god, so good at pvp even the Dream SMP kingdom can’t touch him.

His kingdom is just so weird though.

He’s had at least three wars that had no violence at all- literally just about which kingdom could get more potatoes farmed

His subjects all bully him, hes fine with it, and they’re actually all adore him anyways.

All of his citizens are strangely sarcastic (him even more so)

He’s allies with pogtopia, hates manburg

Neutral with the dream smp

“blood for the blood god”

“Subscribe to technoblade”

“Technoblade never dies”

Its a small kingdom but most of the residents are so good at pvp or speed building or even bedwars/skywars in general that they’re all really powerful

His kingdom is normally p quiet actually

When it snows, it snows

Also ngl, all of their kingdom are BULLIES

Also they’re super competitive but have no hard feelings

Much anxiety (a lot of them chill in their homes or w one friend group but they all know each other)

Winner of antarctic empire bedwars championship go against technoblade and theyre just like “wow i win and all i have to do is speedbridge faster than a pig easy win, i’ll be the new ruler”

Its actually a really good match and in the end the winner gets to be Head Knight or sum, techno wins tho

written

Scars (any ship, platonic/romantic)

“what? Shocked by my scars?”

“Kinda.”

“What are you gonna say? They’re a sign of how I survived? Because I know that, I wish I never did-“

“I haven’t even said anything, and you’re already making assumptions.”

“What?”

“I think they make you look imperfect. They make you look like you actually faced hardships. Like your life wasn’t perfect. It’s comforting, in a way.”

“..oh.”

Don’t Hurt The Children [Gods AU]

Don’t Hurt The Children

Prompt: essentially, there are gods on the smp.

Dream - demigod (of war)

George - mortal

Sapnap - demigod (of fire)

Niki - goddess (of friendship and revenge)

Eret - god (of betrayal and loyalty, because they lie hand in hand)

Techno - demigod (of victory & blood - his godly mother is actually p calm n knows when to use these so)

Phil - god (of family and wisdom)

Wilbur - demigod (of violence)

Tommy - demigod /doesnt know it/ (of music, camaraderie - music discs lol -)

Tubbo - demigod (of nature)

Fundy- hybrid fox

eret is a God who lives in the Dream SMP, dream is a demigod of course, Techno also demigod, Phil + Niki other gods

wilbur goes Insane, hurts tommy - and eret, phil, and niki all decide hes d e a d

Respawn AU

respawn au but ppl get to choose when to perma-die or if they want to leave the server, they get as much time to choose as wanted

Wilbur traps tommy ? in a room w just a bed, wilbur goes to explode l’manburg but techno exposes him (jschlatt is good in this one), n wilbur is caught

Tommy dies from starvation in the game just as wilbur is caught and they all panic They have no clue where tommy is but wilbur (who is bad but not that bad that he’d let tommy die over n over from starving) shows them where he is and his bed spawnpoint

But tommy isnt there and they panic because

It shows when somebody dies

Doesnt show when they permadeath

Does show when they Leave the Game

So they all panic but actually tommy’s just in the respawn menu, tired of everything and disassociating. He snaps out of it because of techno :)

written

Coconut 2020 Win AU

what if fundy and niki initially won the election and became presidents..

me imagining reactions

fundy n niki: celebrating, happy etc

jschlatt (bc i love making him a good guy): sighs, shakes their hands tho and says congrats etc

wilbur on the other hand: betrayed, accusing, trying to take tommy and leave - tommy refuses

Citizenship to Run

Jschlatt wins but then Wilbur laughs and is like “lol thought u were joking bc only citizens of L’manburg can run, and ur only a guest” and that’s basically what happens

if you want to use one of these prompts, go ahead!! if it says written under it, that means i’ve written it on my ao3 Cherry_TheGenZ and it’d be cool if you could just mention me <3

i will also be writing this so just mention my tumblr !! give me CLOUT

#prompts #mcyt #dream team #mcyt prompts #list #aus #what am i doing lmao #im a loser writer its all good

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