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talkdutchtome · 1 year ago

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Glitch- chapter one

pairing . . . max verstappen x reader / mason mount x reader )

summary . . . when mason mount finds out that his assistant has been harbouring feelings for him for years, he makes it clear he doesn't feel the same way. but once he sees her become closer with formula 1 world champion max verstappen, he realises he may have underestimated his feelings towards the girl he has now pushed into the arms of another )

genre . . . angst )

song . . . glitch- taylor swift )

warning . . . tbd )

series masterlist . . . available here )

a/n . . .i wanted to thank everyone for the amazing feedback i got on my teaser. i hope the first chapter isn't too much of a let down after how long i made you all wait, i promise the wait for the next chapter won't be as long. also max will be in the next chapter )

Y/N was completely and unequivocally in love, the kind of love that made you feel like you were 14 years old in your room crying to Taylor Swift’s ‘You Belong With Me’, the kind of love that hurt more than it felt good. When she moved to London, desperate to get out of her sleepy town in the English countryside, and applied for a job to be the personal assistant to somebody who was then a relatively unknown professional footballer; she could have never imagined that this is where she’d be 5 years later. Y/N had joined Mason Mount’s team just as he had joined Derby County on lone and due to the fact that the man had just moved to a brand-new city away from all of his friends and family, the pair quickly bonded and developed a relationship that became more than one of an employer and his employee; they actually became friends. So, when Mason moved back to Chelsea at the end of his loan and they gave him the chance to upgrade to an assistant with much more experience working with premier league football players, he turned it down; likewise, when Y/N was scouted by another footballer who was offering more money and better hours, she also turned it down. They were happy. They were friends, maybe even best friends. Why then did Y/N consistently feel like something was missing? For months she couldn’t put her finger on it, couldn’t understand why she wasn’t completely happy, it wasn’t until one day when they were sat having one of their infamous movie nights that she understood what it was she was feeling. Despite Mason living in a penthouse apartment in the middle of London worth millions of pounds, their movie nights always took place at her flat, a much smaller one-bedroom place in, to put it bluntly, a much rougher area of the city. They would sit together on her sofa and put on a movie, (usually a cheesy late 90’s to early 2000’s romcom). And one day, she found herself watching Mason rather than the movie; she watched him watching the movie intently, giggling at the funny bits, tearing up at the sad bits, and she realized that she loved him.

Every so often she thought that she should maybe put some space between herself and the footballer, to try and move on from her feelings for him, but then he would do something that would reel her back in, something that would make her think that maybe she had a chance. He would fall asleep cuddling her on the couch, he would dance a little bit too close to her at a party, he would seek her out after winning a big game and hug her so tightly she couldn’t breathe. But then she would overhear him telling Ben and Reece about his latest conquest or she would get a text message from him 15 minutes before he was due to come to hers for a movie night cancelling because he had a date. To put it plainly, she simply just did not know where she stood with her best friend. Despite sometimes feeling like there could be a chance of more between them, she never said a thing to Mason, valuing their friendship too much to risk it; so instead she just went about her life, following her best friend and the man she loved around the country, always hiding how she truly felt, or attempting too at least. There had been a few times when she was spending time with Mason and his friends, that one of them would catch her looking at Mason. There was one time when Ben actually asked her about it, asked if there was anything going on between the two friends, she had told him that there wasn’t, of course, but she could tell from his facial expression that he didn’t believe her. Truth be told, a lot of their mutual friends were worried about the two of them.

So, when Mason and Y/N walked into the club together despite living in completely different areas of the city, Ben and Reece exchanged a look, wondering how their teammate could be so clueless. The rest of the night they watched the way the pair interacted; they watched the way that Y/N would look up at Mason with such love in her eyes whilst Mason looked at her like he would look at any other friend. They were caught between a rock and a hard place, they wanted to tell Mason what they knew so that he could stop leading her on, but they didn’t want to betray Y/N by telling her secret. Even though she was Mason’s friend more than anyone else's, they both really liked her and wanted to protect her from the hurt that her situation with Mason would inevitably bring. But when they caught sight of Mason sat with his arm thrown around the shoulders of the girl, periodically leaning in and whispering in her ear, they knew that they needed to saw something; and when Y/N walked up to the bar and got chatting to somebody on the way back, Ben knew that this was his opportunity.

“Mason why did you and Y/N come in together, aren’t your places on opposite sides of the city?” Ben asked his best friend already knowing the answer to his question. Despite the fact that Y/N worked for Mason as his assistant, the pair were close, very close; so when they arrived to the party in the same car, Ben didn’t have to wonder too hard about the reason why. “Oh, she was at mine for a movie night last night and she was too tired to go home so she stayed.” Mason told his friend matter-of-factly, not seeing what the issue was or why his friend in front of him looked so annoyed. Even if you took away the widely inappropriateness of an employer having his employee stay at his house, there was the small issue of the fact that Y/N was madly in love with Mason and had been for years now. As much as she tried her best to keep it hidden, the only person in their circle that didn’t seem to know about it was Mason himself. Ben and Reece had a conversation a few days before, discussing whether they should tell Mason as from an outside perspective, even if it was unintentional, he did seem to be leading Y/N on; they both knew their friend extremely well, so they knew that he didn’t have the same feelings that she had for him and they knew that if Mason knew the full story there are aspects of his relationship with her that he might change.

“Look mate,” Ben started, unsure of exactly what to say but knowing he needed to say something. “I think you should know that Y/N has feelings for you” Mason’s brows furrowed, completely taken aback by his friends' blunt honesty. “What? No are you sure?” he asked him, truly hoping that he was mistaken or playing some kind of prank. “I’m 100% sure, it’s obvious to be honest with you mate. You can see it in her eyes when she looks at you, she really truly loves you. Having her stay at your place and being that close to her, it’s going to make her think that someday you two could be more than friends, so if that’s not the case then you really need to reconsider doing things like that as it isn’t fair on her. Y/N’s a good girl, you know that she deserves to be happy.” Ben’s words make Mason’s head spin. Y/N was more to him than just his employee, she was one of his closest friends, but he really didn’t see her as anything but a friend. “Oh, fuck Ben what should I do?” Mason asked with his brain completely frazzled at this point, 15 minutes ago he was feeling great, he had just had a great day with one of his best friends and then then he came to a party to blow off some steam after a very stressful week, but now it seemed like everything had come crashing down. “I think you need to speak to her, make it clear that you value her friendship but you don’t see her as anything else, let her down gently.” he told Mason who simply nodded before starting to walk towards the girl in question who was at the bar talking to one of the other players girlfriends., the second Ben realized what he was trying to do he put a hand out to stop him from going over there, causing Mason to look back at him with a puzzled expression. “Maybe telling her right this minute isn’t the best idea though mate, considering you’re in public. Not to mention the fact we’ve all got that trip planned for the Spanish Grand Prix in a few days, maybe you should wait until after that. If things don’t go well that could make the whole trip so awkward.” Ben pleaded at his friend, but he could see on Mason’s face that his words were going in one ear and out the other. “Fine go, but be nice to her and you better not ruin the race for everyone” he relented, taking his arm off of his friend and letting him walk towards the unsuspecting girl.

“Hey Y/N, can we talk?” Mason asked with no regard for the fact that she was already deep in conversation with somebody else. His bluntness combined with the pained look on his face made her recognize instantly that whatever he wanted to talk about wasn’t likely to be lighthearted. She hesitantly followed the man as he gestured for her to come along to a quieter part of the bar. Before she could ask what was going on, Mason had already asked her a question that made her stomach sink - “Do you have feelings for me?” She had absolutely no idea how to answer his question, of course she knew the answer; she had been pining after him for years at this point, but she just wasn’t ready for him to know that yet. “Will you please just answer my question?” he almost demanded, his harsh tone making her freeze. Looking up at her best friend with tear filled eyes she muttered the last thing he wanted to hear - “Yes”. Her voice was so faint that it didn’t come out as anything more than a whisper but to Mason it was the loudest thing he had ever heard. Y/N had imagined having this conversation with Mason so many times, imagined herself finally telling him that she loved him but in all her fantasies, in all her daydreams, he had never flinched like he had done just now. “Mason I -” she started but stopped in her tracks when she saw tears forming in her best friend’s eyes. “How could you do this Y/N, why would you ruin our friendship like this?” he asked her in genuine disbelief. Mason watched the girl stood in front of him stumble over her words, clearly not expecting to be asked that question, before putting her almost full glass down on the table and running out of the bar.

In all of the daydreams she had had where Mason found out she loved him, he didn’t react like that in any of them, even the ones where he told her he didn’t reciprocate her feelings he was never that harsh, never that heartless. Y/N was nothing if not a realist, she truly didn’t expect him to come to her and tell her that he had always loved him too but she at least thought he would try to be nice about it, try to protect her feelings as much as possible, tell her that no matter what they would always be friends. Instead, he basically told her that their friendship was over, and she was the one responsible. She didn’t even have to wonder how Mason found out about it either, she knew Ben knew and she had also seen Mason and Ben talking moments before he came storming over to her. More than anything she just felt stupid; stupid for believing that somebody like Mason would ever love somebody like her, stupid for putting one of her most beloved friendships on the line over a schoolgirl crush, stupid for running away instead of explaining herself to him.

“Y/N, are you okay” she heard a voice come from above her, breaking her train of thought. She was sat on the floor outside the club, staring into space clearly lost in thought, looking certifiably insane. Looking up she saw Reece James stood before her. There was no question that Reece knew what had happened but even still Y/N wasn’t sure if she should talk to him about it. Whilst she was closest to Reece out of all of Mason’s friends and teammates and she would consider him to be a friend, he was still Mason’s friend before anything else. There was also a good chance that anything she does tell him would be repeated to Mason. As if he could read her mind, he spoke again “You know you can speak to me right, I’m not going to tell anyone. I’m sorry that Ben told him by the way” he sat down on the street next to her. “It’s okay I don’t blame him; I understand that he wanted to protect his friend” her words were met with Reece shaking his head, “No actually I think he wanted to protect you” he said causing her brows in confusion. “He tho- We thought that the way he acted with you was a bit unfair, doing things that were giving you hope that you could be more than friends. Mason’s not a bad guy and he wouldn’t do that stuff on purpose, so we wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing.” Y/N looked up at the man's face, his serious expression laced with sincerity; she could tell that he was telling the truth and that he and Ben truly cared about her and wanted to protect her from hurt. “Thank you, Reece, make sure to tell Ben that I’m not annoyed at him for saying anything.”

“Of course, I will. I know we only know you though Mason but you’re our friend as well okay, remember that.” He said before he threw his arm around her pulling her into a hug. “So what do you think is going to happen now?” he asked her. “Oh I really don’t know, he seemed pretty mad at me. I think I’ll probably leave the Grand Prix this weekend though, give things a chance to cool off”

“What no you can’t do that, you love F1 and it’s your first opportunity to go to a race, you can’t miss that because of him. Worst case scenario, go and stick with me. You can’t give up those sweet paddock passes, what if you meet a cute driver eh?” he said jabbing his fingers into her sides playfully teasing her in an attempt to get her to smile. “I’ll think about it” she said, attempting to fight the smile on her face but to no avail. “You going to come back in or are you going to head home? We probably look crazy sat out here like this” he asked her and she paused thinking about it, she thought about going back in and trying to talk to Mason, to try and fix everything. After a moment she shook her head “No I think I should give him some space” Recce nodded understanding her decision before walking over to a cab and giving them her address along with enough money in cash to cover her journey three times over. “You get home safe okay” she nodded before thanking him for being to kind to her tonight. Just before she had the chance to close the door he spoke again “Y/N wait, are you going to be okay? I could call someone if you need?” Again, she found herself smiling at the care Reece had shown her. “No, I’ll be okay, I always am”

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pinoyrella · 1 year ago

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"Car's Outside" Blue Lock (Various) x Y/n

Various Blue Lock Characters x You

Genre: Angst, Comfort

Tw: Kisses + Pregnancy in one of the stories.

Featuring: 1. Oliver Aiku, Itoshi Sae, Michael Kaiser 2. Bachira Meguru, Otoya Eita, Shidou Ryusei 3. Itoshi Rin, Chigiri Hyoma, Aryu Jyubei 4. Kunigami Rensuke, Barou Shoei, Tsurugi Zantetsu 5. Nagi Seishiro, Hiori Yo, Nito Ikki 6. Mikage Reo, Yukimiya Kenyu, Karasu Tabito 7. Isagi Yoichi

( Note: Post Blue Lock, time skipped to when they're all adult pros'. )

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"I'm packin' my bags that I didn't unpack the last time. I'm sayin', "See you again, " so many times, it's becoming my tagline"

Laying on the couch, you wake up. You realized you had fallen asleep waiting for your boyfriend's arrival from a trip the previous night. You feel there’s a thick layer resting on you, a blanket. You don’t remember bringing this here. Shifting, you turn your head to face the doorway of your home and notice a familiar pair of shoes neatly placed on the doormat, a suitcase right beside it.

As you process, you hear the sound of fumbling. Gently rising from your space, you wrap the blanket around you as you rise up. You see your boyfriend from the hallway, he makes his way to you. Holding you into a warm embrace “Good morning my love.” he says as he presses his lips against yours so tenderly.

You fall into the kiss as you wrap the blanket around you to him, embracing him back tightly. You break from the kiss, muffling your head in his chest. “I missed you so much. When did you get home?” Your sleepy state grumbles. He chuckles before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “Like 20 minutes ago.” He replies as you breathe his warmth in. “You were supposed to be home last night…” You grumble. “I know, I tried to call you to let you know the flight got delayed.” He motions towards your phone that lays on the coffee table. You follow his motion before dropping your head into his chest again. “I fell asleep..” “I know.” He responds while playing with your bed head. Occasionally leaving small kisses on top. He holds you as he never wants to let you go.

You both stay that wait for a while, before you speak up. “What time is it?” “It’s almost time for me to go.” You pull away from his chest, hugging him tighter as you look up. He swears he felt a tear in his heart as he looked into your eyes. They were sad, but understanding.

He had mentioned to you his schedule a while back, he had another flight planned the following day after yesterday. The life of an athlete is one that must always be on their feet, literally.

“I’m going to miss you again.” “I’m going to miss you more.”

You both pull away from the hug, feeling the coldness of the room reach around you. Walking with him towards the front door, prepping the suitcase handle for him as he puts his shoes on. “You didn’t even get a chance to unpack again, did you?” You play with the handle waiting for his response. “Unfortunately” He chuckles lowly before standing to your height. You keep your focus on the luggage handle, feeling his rough yet soft hands reach for your chin, pulling your focus to him.

“See you again.” He gives one final kiss that felt like a promise as he leaves once again

Aiku Oliver + Sae Itoshi + Michael Kaiser

"But you know the truth, I'd rather hold you. Than try to catch this flight"

“You’re leaving again?” You cry playfully to your boyfriend, earning a chuckle from him. “You think this is funny?” You cross your arms and turn away from him in a huff, obviously joking around. You hear him take a step closer, and in retaliation you take a step further.

“Baby don’t be like that, not before I have to leave-leave!” He whines, just wanting to hold you before he has to go. Referring to ‘leave’ twice since you both have been at this playful banter for the past thirty minutes.

“I see you rather play with big balls than stay with me.” “Don’t say it like that!” “You like being around sweaty men in lockers all the time rather than being with me.” “That’s so nasty! I'd rather be in our shower with you!” “You'd rather catch that flight than catch these hands.” You joke holding your fists up mimicking Chun-Li, before turning away with your arms crossed yet again, holding back your laughter.

He laughs as you keep silent, and again as he steps closer-you step further. “Baby!” You try not to give in, a small smirk creeping across your lips, trying your absolute best to bite back the laugh that is threatening to let loose- though, he can’t see it. Your relationship with him has always been so joyful, it always has some sort of occurrence that has you laughing like a little kid again, that giddy and carefree feeling he gives you. “Just one kiss before I go please!” Ignored, again. God you were so petty, but in a kidding way.

“If I don’t kiss you, then you can’t go.” Keeping your eyes shut and away from him.

And before you know it, you feel a presence right in front of you. Opening your eyes, you start to see your boyfriend right in front of you. “How did you-” Before you can finish, he crashes his lips onto you as he wraps his arms in a death grip around you. “Mmf Mmf!” You try to say his name but his lips are stuck on yours. Feeling his tongue lick your bottom lip, you gasp in surprise. Ultimately giving in, kissing him back because no matter how long you ‘argue’ with him, you will always give him a sign of affection before he leaves.

Feeling yourself lose balance, you brace yourself for the fall. Only to feel the soft cushion of your shared bed. You forgot you were in your room, his actions always makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

Only then when you both fall, the kiss breaks. You both huff, sharing the same red on your cheeks. Before you have the chance to speak, your boyfriend’s tight death grip loosens, but not fully detaching himself from you. He holds you tenderly, shoving his face into the crook of your neck. “You know the truth, I’d rather hold you. Then catch this flight.”

Meguru Bachira + Eita Otoya + Ryusei Shidou

"So many things I'd rather say But for now, it's goodbye."

You’re almost done finishing up the bento you have in front of you, it’s for your boyfriend. He has yet another away game, so you had decided to prepare his favorite dish for him to take with him on his travels, as well as a little good luck.

Humming to yourself, you are lost in your thoughts before you feel warmth pressed against you from behind. Familiar arms wrap their way around your waist, while feeling the tickle of his breath against the nape of your neck. You giggle as you close the lid of the bento, wrapping it precisely before grabbing it and turning in your spot. You hold it up to your boyfriend’s face, but all he does is look at it. Before freeing one arm from your waist, only to gently take it from you and place it to your side on the counter. You watch before you feel him lift you. Now it was your turn to be placed on the counter. The sudden action startles you as you wrap your arms around his neck quickly as support

“Don’t wanna say goodbye.” He says as he looks into your eyes. You stare back into his, a beautiful sea, so deep and calm. You swear you can get lost in them for hours, and little do you know he can say the same about yours.

Cupping his face, he immediately softens into your palms “Then what do you wanna say?”

He stays silent as you stare. Your boyfriend is so pretty, god he is so fucking pretty.

“Anything but goodbye.” He replies. You lean yourself forward, pressing your lips against his. He melts and kisses you back. He wants to stay like this, you want to stay like this. It is as if time has stopped itself, just to watch two souls share their moment in peace.

Pulling away from the kiss, you hear a small whine coming from the bigger man. “C’mon.” He grumbles before hiding his face into your neck again. You sigh, bringing your arms around him one last time, giving him a final squeeze.

Separating, the lone and cold feeling lingers, though you don’t say anything. Taking the bento into your hands, you bring it up to your boyfriend again. “Good luck” He feels his heart swell to your soft smile, finally accepting it with a gentle kiss to your soft cheek. “Good bye”.

Rin Itoshi + Hyoma Chigiri + Jyubei Aryu

"I'm starin' at the same four walls in a different hotel It's an unfamiliar feelin' but I know it so well."

He makes his way into a room, setting his suitcase to the side as he examines the space. The travel from Japan was so long and tiring, and all he wants to do in this moment is to lie in bed next to you. He misses you already.

Removing his shoes and coat, he plops into the bed in front of him, it’s the same size as the one he shares with you back home, but it feels so much bigger.

He didn’t expect his dream to be so fulfilling, yet so lonely. He misses you. He needs you.

This is a constant for him, this is his job. His dream, he needs to remember. But what is his dream without you?

Reaching for his pocket, he pulls out his phone and quickly dials for you. A few rings in, and you pick up. "Hello?" "Hey baby" He replies.

On the other end, you can't help but smile. "You miss me already huh?" You tease. "The bed is too big." He confesses as he stairs at the sealing, letting the four walls of the hotel take into his vision. He doesn't know why he feels this way, he knows this is how it always is everytime he leaves. "Wish you were with me."

Rensuke Kunigami + Shoei Barou + Zantetsu Tsurugi

"Oh, but you know the truth, I'd rather hold you Than this mobile in my hand."

As his team celebrates their victory, he has been awfully quiet. Sat in between his teammates with his phone in hand, though none dare to bother. The sound of laughter and chattering filters out at his focus is solely on his phone, like this object is his whole world.

And in a way, it is.

His messages app opened, you were on the other end. He has been messaging you nonstop while this celebration goes on, not caring about it at all. Like every away match, you were always the first one he would contact.

What went on of texting back and forth, he can't stand this anymore. Gripping the stupid device in his hands, isn't the same as holding onto you. And surely, the text on the screen is not enough, he needs to hear your voice. He excuses himself from his team before stepping out of the venue. He leans from the balcony as he quickly dials you.

Not even after a single ring, you pick up. Almost like you felt the exact same way. You miss each other- so much.

"I rather have you in my hands rather than this stupid phone." He says on the other end, earning a chuckle from you. His heart begins to race. "I miss you too."

Seishiro Nagi + Yo Hiori + Ikki Niko

"But I guess it'll do, 'cause for you I would run up my phone bill."

It has been hours since this call has started, you begin to worry as you check how long this ongoing call has been going for. Your silence is immediately picked up by your boyfriend on the other end.

"My dove, why so quiet?" He asks you gently with a hint of worry.

"It's just, you're in a different country right now and.. oversea calls are so expensive" You tell him. There is a moment of more silence, almost like there is a lag before you hear a small laugh.

"Whatever the price, doesn't matter. As long as I can have you with me- no matter what way." He tells you with a calm tone, a sense of reassurance for your thoughts. "Even if it's through the phone?" You ask.

"For you, not only would I run across a million fields- I would run up the phone bill." Your worries leave you as you let a giggle out from his cheesy line. No man before has ever made you feel the way he has, he makes you feel so loved, cared for and secured.

Reo Mikage + Kenyu Yukimiya + Karasu Tabito

Isagi steps out from the lobby of his hotel, needing a walk in order to cool down his thoughts. Walking through the streets of Berlin, Germany- the same city and country he had left off to when he was much younger for Bastard München. He's back for training again, this time for the FIFA World Cup. And it had been an hour since his arrival.

The flight from Japan felt longer than it had been back then, only because he can't help but replay the scene he had with you before he left.

The bright city lights shine as his eyes begin to swell, he can't help but replay each memory in which he had to leave you.

"Hey, remember the letter I told you I got in the mail?" Your boyfriend asks you. Taking your attention off from your workbook, you turn to him. "The one about the soccer jail?" You joke. "It's NOT a soccer jail." You can't help but giggle at how defensive he got, his face flushing red of embarrassment for falling into your taunt. "So.. are you going to do it?" You ask him, your eyes returning back to your highshool workbook. "I have been debating.." "About?" "Going" You stop your work before meeting his eyes. Isagi straightens up from your gaze, though what is always so beautiful- there is something behind it that intimidates him this once. "What's stopping you?" There is a moment of silence before he speaks. "I would have to leave for a long time, leave you for a long time." It was your turn to straighten your posture. "If it is for your dreams, then do it. You know I'll always be here."

He feels his mouth begin to dry, it feels hoarse almost as another memory plays.

"Yoichi!" Isagi's eyes widen, he had just arrived home from Blue Lock- and hadn't expect to see you at his house. "So, how was it?" You ask him playfully before he drops his bags, running to engulf you with embrace. You giggle as he spins you. He gently places you down, holding you close in his embrace. You hold him tightly, eyes shut enjoying this moment. You've missed him, a whole lot actually. You both lay in bed; spending hours updating each other on your lives for it has been so long. The conversation, the feeling, the laughter- nothing has changed. Before the sound of sniffling is heard. Quickly, you turn your head to see your boyfriend crying beside you. "Hey, hey. Yoichi?" You hold him closer to you as you wipe his tears with the ends of you sleeves. "I have to leave again." He refuses to look at you, almost in regret. "I made it into the top and- they are sending us off to train in Europe. I have to leave you again. I'm sorry Y/n-" Before he can finish, you cup his wet cheeks, bringing him into a loving kiss. "I told you I'll always be here."

You have always supported him, even after years and years. So why is he crying?

"Y/n, I have to go leave again." Isagi says, refusing to look at you. All you can do is sit on your shared bed calmly as you process his words. You were aware that your fiance's career revolves so much around traveling internationally and being away for some time, but just this once you hoped he would stay. It starts getting overwhelming for you too. No words were said as tension in the room begins to rise. Isagi still refuses to look at you. The silence in the room is almost suffocating, yet he refuses to speak again. "You're always leaving." Is all you can say before tears begin to cascade. Only then, Isagi turns to look at you- watching his heart and entire world shred into pieces. He has never seen you cry about him leaving.

He makes his way back to his hotel, only to be picked up in a car.

You lay alone in the shared bed of the apartment you and Isagi bought when you two became enagaged. The silence making it unbearable to sleep. It feels so cold and lonely, you despise it.

As you lay in bed, you replay the memory you had with Isagi before he left for Germany two days ago. You knew the FIFA World Cup was approaching, and that was the most important time of his career. You didn't mean to cry in front of him, you felt almost selfish asking him to stay at such a time. But, in such a time, you need him the most.

You hadn't told him yet, but a recent test had shown you positive for pregnancy. Afraid of how he would react, you thought to keep it to yourself for just a little longer as you process this news for you. Though, as it starts to eat at you, all you can do is yearn for the man you love to be by your side.

You lay a little longer, your eyes closed before the sound of your stomach grumbles. An annoyed sigh leaves your lips. Deciding not to sleep after all, you rise up gently- sliding into slippers as you walk through the spacious apartment towards the kitchen.

Fixing yourself some kintsuba and a fresh, warm batch of tea; you settle into your living room. Just as you are about to take your first bite, the sound of the doorknob clicks. You gaze turns to the front door, and there you see your fiance stand as he catches his breath.

Your eyes widen in shock before he makes his way to you.

"Yoichi- what are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Germany, you just left-" Before you can finish your sentence, his lips are locked with yours as he holds you close to him. The kiss holds so much passion, love and yearn until you both break from the kiss.

"I'm sorry for leaving you, I don't want to leave you anymore. I'm tired from having to love you from a far. I'm not going back to Germany, unless you pack your bags. Let's go together."

Realization hits you, he's here. He's really here. All you can do it let your emotions get the best of you, before sobbing into his arms. He holds you close to him, before you confess.

"I'm pregnant."

A moment of silence is shared between you too. The silence almost filling with anxiety before the sound of sniffling is heard. You look up only to watch Isagi sob into you, similar to when he had when he first had to leave for Germany.

This time, he cups your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. Before going to his knees, reaching where your belly is.

He gently places his hands on your hips, before kissing your belly.

"You're coming with me."

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ A/N: A bit long, my apologies. Also not proofread, again another apology. At first I felt the need to write something short and comforting in order to cope with how I'm feeling currently, but it turned out really long hehehe.. I hope you enjoyed! I love this song.

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vsaintsin · 8 months ago

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Writeblr Re-Intro

Yo! I'm V Saintsin. Or V or Vin or Saintsin or whatever you want to call me that sounds right on your tongue. I'm a self-proclaimed Social Media fumbler who got a late start to the party and has never quite figured it out. I hate how hipster and edgy it sounds to say "I'm bad at social media" but like I used to work with some people who actually managed the social media accounts for the business we worked for and there were rules and whatnot and damn, I think online media is just not my medium. That being said, here I am! Hah

I'm an author and general mess who's hoping to be the miracle man (somebody who makes a living writing silly little stories). I do use a pseudonym but please hear me out when I say I didn't realize how edgy it sounds, it just has some sentimental value to my personal life. I'm so sorry that I sound like I'm in my emo phase HAHA

About me -

He/Him Transguy from the American Midwest (arguably the south, depending on who you talk to, but the older people still say "Sodi-pop" and "ope").

I'm dysautonomic, bendy, permanently sleepy, and a survivor of Crappy Doctors Who Suck At Doctoring.

I like DnD, Pathfinder, Baldur's Gate 3, Cyberpunk, Dragon Age, and other things in that vein.

I do make art of my stories and characters (Tablet is currently not working so I'm in a dry spell).

My writing background is predominantly ancient, dusty RPs from as far back as the foopets days and fanfic writing on Quizilla - I am an old and wizened elder of the net.

My formal education was music performance and behavioral neuroscience, I don't really know how I got where I am.

This is not my first rodeo with tumblr but it is the first time I have anything to SAY instead of just lurking.

In the event of malfunction, you can put me outside for 5 minutes and I'll probably factory reset.

My existence as I know it hinges on a massive number of sticky notes plastered throughout my room.

What I'm lookin' for -

Idk, whatever? I'm down for most things. Did you write it? Cool, let me see. I'm not too bent on genre or anything, just fascinated by the art of storytelling.

A bit tentative with fanfiction but that's just because if it's not a fandom I'm familiar with I am rather clueless about what the hell is going on and if it's a fandom I am familiar with I HUNT DOWN THE DEEP LORE.

I like art a whole lot, including fanart. Also art advice, love seeing things from different perspectives and learning something new.

Mutuals, really, for any reason. Building better connections on here, getting to know people. I am hideously bad at this but I try.

What I write -

Science Fiction with heavy subjects that matter to me - trigger warnings on a story-by-story basis.

High Fantasy (eventually books I think?) characters and their backgrounds for DnD and Pathfinder - I have been tempted to share these to help people get ideas or just for free use?

Things that I delete because I have crippling imposter syndrome and publishing makes me nauseous (doin' it tho).

Stories that I hope will make people feel less alone or that people could relate to, stories that I wish I had when life was worse and I was reaching out for anything I could find to keep me afloat, stories that try to be critical of things that SUCK in a way that's any helpful.

Lots of curse words and cussing (that's just how people talk 'round here), dubious science, things that I hope might make you cry but in a good way though.

Character-Driven stories that revolve more around the development of the person and less around the plot itself if that makes sense.

I've put blurb things below for my primary project/series which features a grumpy, queer, 37-year old chain smoking Frenchman and his misadventures with life and love and unbridled rage. If any of that sounds cool stick around and hang out? (This part is a plug bc I did a thing and I'm proud of it) And if my books sounds interesting the first one is 99 cents on Kindle and you just need a phone and a free app to read it!

THE SECRET OF LIFE (Published) - Sci-Fi/Psychological Thriller, Bi M Lead, Lovers to Enemies, AI but the oldschool cool kind not the real world thing that's stealing our future

Carlisle-Trystan Antoinette is a mercenary on a hard road, navigating life and death itself in an infinite cycle started by powers above his understanding. He has one mission - warn The Dianican Space Station of the coming threat and put a stop to a war that would encapsulate the whole of the Sol System before it can ever begin. Unfortunately for Carlisle, reality is a tenuous thing, made up only by our understanding of it. At least, according to his Psychiatrist, who tells him that there is no war, that he was never a mercenary, and that what Carlisle is experiencing is a severe but manageable psychotic break. Stripped of his combat enhancements, his bio monitor, and everything he's every known, Carlisle has a decision to make. Does he give in to the thoughts and memories, so real that he can almost taste them, or does he live a life of comfort and ease, returning to a husband and daughter that he left behind?

TWs: Domestic and War Violence, suicide, rape, medical trauma, grief, drug use

THE SILENCE OF ANGELS (Due 2024, TSoL 2) - Betrayal and Rage, Learning how to love again slow-burn romantic subplot, Learning how to Dad, A general inability for any one thing to just go right

(Quick Rough Blurb that offers no spoilers for TSoL) Making connections isn't easy for somebody who's accustomed to burning bridges. Isolation has always been Carlisle's mantra for surviving his life. Playing a role comes second nature, pretending to be the man that everyone else wants to see in him. When an old friend is murdered Carlisle finds himself as the primary suspect with all evidence pointing to him so clearly that even he calls to question what he is capable of. Unwilling to believe that he could commit such a heinous crime, Carlisle sets off to find the truth of his friend's death - was Carlisle framed or does he truly have the capacity to bring such harm upon those he loves? Old and new bonds will be tested, faith broken, and the future of everyone called into question as lines are drawn and sides are picked.

TWs: Violence, mentions of SA, graphic character death, more grief, more death

I don't know what else to say... Later!

#booklr #lgbt fiction #writeblr #writeblr intro #authors

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shittyassffblog · 1 year ago

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Free Bird - Part 2

Y'all are so nice I might actually cry! here's part 2 for you babes <3 hope you like it! <3

p.s. those who commented, you're so nice!!! this is a secondary blog so I can't reply to them but I love you!!! I'm gonna tag you guys so you see it <3

@veronicaphoenix @des-si-re @seungcheol17daddy

Warnings: p in v sex, use of Y/N, oral both male and female

You sighed deep, a feeling of sadness weighed heavy in your chest as you reached for your phone on the bedside table. It was 11:22 and you groaned. You considered texting Noah where he was or if you guys were okay, but decided against it and opened tiktok.

You had been swiping for about 5 minutes when suddenly your door opened and Noah came into your room with a plate full of pancakes.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He said smiling as he set down the plate on your desk, pulling the syrup and two forks out of his pockets. You sat up, making sure you pulled the blanket up to cover your chest.

“M-morning.” You said, your voice cracking a little from the sleepy condition. He looked at you a little funny.

“Whats wrong?” He asked, sitting down on the bed next to you. You avoided his eyes. He nudged you and made a humming noise to urge you to tell him.

“I thought you had left.” You said almost a whisper, looking down into your lap.

“Why would I do that?” Noah asked and you shrugged.

“Did you think I would just fuck you and leave?” He asked and you shrugged again. You felt a sense of relief that he was still here, but you felt bad that you had thought that about him.

“I guess I was just feeling a little sad about the thought that you might not be here or maybe if you regretted what we did or something.” You said, trailing off as you reached the end of your sentence. You heard him sigh.

"I don't regret it, do you?" He asked and you shook your head, still not meeting his eyes, but smiling.

"Good. Now can we eat the pancakes I just spent 40 minutes making for you?" He asked and you looked at him and smiled while nodding with your whole body.

You sat in your bed enjoying the pancakes in silence as you watched whatever anime Noah was obsessed with lately. After about an hour, both your plates discarded on the floor, you found yourself looking between the screen and Noahs hand. The episode you were watching ended and you decided to go pee. You were still not wearing anything under the covers so you were looking around to try and find a shirt to wear. The closest to you was Noahs hoodie so you put it on, trying as hard as you could to do it without flashing yourself.

"You're trying very hard to cover something I saw mere hours ago you know." Noah said. You looked back at him.

"Doesn't mean you get to see it again, perv." You mocked and stood up. Had you looked back you would've seen Noahs eyes following your ass and his lips formed to a slight smirk as you walked out of your room. While you were in the bathroom you decided to have a shower and wash your hair. You were busy singing along to what was playing on your phone when you heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" You asked, assuming it was Noah.

"Can I come in?" He asked and you hesitated, but said yes. You heard the door open and close as you washed the soap out of your hair. He didn't really say anything.

"What's up Noah?" You asked.

"Well I was just thinking uhh...What are you doing today?" He asked and you hummed.

"Well I was gonna run some errands but they aren't super important. Why?" You said, reaching outside the shower curtain for your towel. He rushed to get it for you and you thanked him.

"Well I was just thinking maybe we could hang out?" He said, looking at you as you got out of the shower with the towel around you.

"Yeah sure, you don't have practice today?" You asked and he shook his head.

"No, it's a rest day for the voice. The others are practicing but they don't need me for that. They know what they're doing." Noah said and you smiled.

"Alright well what do you wanna do?" You asked as you applied your moisturiser to your face, and then started to walk out of the bathroom, Noah following you closely.

"Well I was thinking of going to get ice cream at the beach then going to the mall and maybe have lunch?" Noah suggested and you nodded as you walked into your room again.

"Sure we can do that. Can we go to target too?" You asked hopefully and he laughed.

"Of course sweets. Now get dressed so we can go!" He said and you chuckled.

"Well turn around then, I'm naked under here!" You retorted and he pretended to look over his non-existent glasses.

"Do you think I only wanted to see you naked last night? I wasn't kidding when I said we had to do it again." He said, willing his eyebrows. You laughed at that.

"Alright well it's still weird to have you staring at me while I get dressed!" You said and he sighed.

"Fine, I'll turn around. But hurry!" He said as he turned around and crossed his arms across his chest. You started looking for underwear and a t-shirt, putting them on and hanging your towel over your chair. As you turned around again to find more clothes you saw Noah sat on your bed, sporting a hard-on. You looked at it, then at him.

"Really?" You asked and he shrugged. You walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"It's what you do to me." He said and you chuckled, moving some of your hair out of the way. You leaned down and kissed him. His fingers dug into your skin as the kiss deepened and you heard him trying to stifle a groan. You moaned into his mouth and he moved his hand to your thighs, pulling so you straddled him. You squealed at that and he chuckled.

"Thought we agreed to only do this once." You said as you kissed his lips a few times. He smiled without letting his eyes leave your lips and shrugged yet again.

"Well, plans change. Who knew you were this good in bed." He said and you laughed, throwing your head back. He took this opportunity to kiss your neck, leaving littles bites down the sides. You could feel his erection growing between you and it made your pussy throb.

"Noah..." You said and he hummed.

"Noah do it again." You asked and you hoped he knew what you were referring to. He looked up at you and you looked down at him. You stayed like that for a few seconds until suddenly he grabbed your hips and threw you down on the bed and pulled down your underwear. You squealed a little laugh as he kissed down your stomach, hurrying himself down to your pussy and spread your legs.

"I've wanted to taste this pussy again since last night you have no idea. So good for me." He murmured and you sighed as you felt his lips grace your clit. He tool at good look at your heat, smiling to himself as he used his thumb to spread your lips apart.

"So pretty baby. So perfect for me." Noah said and you giggled a little. He chuckled and started licking from your hole to your clit, sucking on it lightly and going back to your hole. You moaned loudly and twirled your hand into his hair, tugging slightly when it felt especially nice.

"Oh Noah." You sighed and his grip on your outer thighs tightened. Your orgasm was approaching quickly, and so your grip on his hair got tighter, the tugs for vicious and his tongue faster. He moved one hand to rub your clit as his tongue fucked you and you rocked your hips in the rhythm of his tongue. Your moans got louder and louder until the pressure in your abdomen exploded and you came all over his tongue. He had a satisfied smirk on his face as you came down, his hand on your clit slowed down and he licked your pussy clean of your release.

"God you taste so good baby." Noah said as he rubbed your thighs, helping you come down from your high. You hummed, it was the only thing you could do right now. You felt him move as he removed himself from you and laid beside you, his legs falling off the end pod the bed. You looked at him and smiled.

"That was absolutely amazing Noah." You complimented and he laughed.

"No biggie sweetheart." He said and began fiddling with his belt buckle.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you sat up on your elbow. He looked back at you.

"Well I need to come too, is that okay?" He asked and you smirked.

"Let me help you with that." You said as you lowered yourself down to your knees on the floor.

"Oh you don't need to do that." Noah said but you were determined.

"But I want to. Can I?" You asked and he gulped as he nodded. He lifted his hips to help you get off his shorts and underwear and his hard cock sprang free. You couldn't help but smile. He was so big, you had seen it last night, but seeing it up close like this really was intimidating. You grabbed a hold of the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps and started licking from the base to the tip, incasing the head in your mouth.

"Oh fuck Y/N." Noah moaned and you took more of him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down this shaft, each time you came to the top you licked over his slit and his hand grabbed your hair, guiding you further down, but not so much that you gagged. He was really big, so you couldn't take all of him, but he seemed to enjoy himself either way.

"God, you're so good at this." Noah said which prompted you to more eagerly suck down his cock. You tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and pulled off his dick. You stood up and Noah had a confused look on his face.

"Just gonna get a condom." You said hurriedly and ran out to the kitchen. You cursed yourself for not putting them in your beside table, but you hurried back to you room. As soon as you got into the room, you felt yourself being pushed up against the door.

"Next time don't take so long." Noah growled in your ear as he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his body and leaned you against the door. He kissed you deep, and you wrapped you arms around his neck, the condom still in your hand.

"I really won't" You said between kisses and he chuckled. He began kissing down your neck as you opened the condom and when it was free from its packaging you pulled yourself slightly away from Noah to reach in between you and rolled it onto his hard cock. Before long he was guiding his dick inside you and relished in the feeling of your pussy stretching around him.

"Fuck yes baby. Missed this pussy." He said and you laughed a little between moans.

"It's been less than 12 hours." You said and he bottomed out inside you. He looked into your eyes.

"That's 11 hours too long." He said and you both laughed lightly. "You ready?"

"Mhm." You said as you nodded and he pulled out of you slightly, then back in again. He kept a slow pace, almost too slow for your liking but it felt so good. You were on cloud nine, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up and making you feel good. He suddenly moved you to your dresser, sitting you neatly on top and you leaned back as he starting fucking you ruthlessly.

"Oh Noah fuck, yes right there, fuck right there, yes!" You yelled and he stayed in the exact position, not changing a single thing and you almost couldn't contain yourself, trying to grab anything you could. It felt like you were floating away, the feeling of his hands grabbing your hips with such a force you were sure it would leave bruises almost too much and soon you felt your orgasm coming, building bigger and bigger until one of his hands went to your clit, rubbing fast and in circular motions. You came with a scream of his name, your moans slowing down as did his hand and hips. You leaned up to kiss him, lips and tongues melting together in the sloppiest kiss you've had since you were a teenager.

"Fuck that was so good, holy shit." You said as you pulled away, and you swelled in surprise when he pulled out of you and guided you over to the office chair by your computer desk. He gently turned you and pushed you down onto the chair, then pushed his dick back inside of you.

"Oh I'm not done with you quite yet sweetheart." He murmured in your ear and you smiled as you looked back at him. His tattooed hands grabbed your hips and ass firmly as he set a fast and wonderful pace, not too rough as you were still sensitive, but not too slow either. You heard him groan and pant as he rocked his hips into you. After a while you could feel his thrusts become less controlled and you knew he was close to coming. You turned as much as you could to catch Noahs eyes and he slowed down a little.

"Fuck my pussy Noah, use it, please." You said and a loud growl left his lips as he sped up the pace by a lot, truly taking you for your word. He pounded into you and you grabbed the back of your chair as he kept abusing the spot inside that had you melting.

"This what you wanted huh babe? Wanted me to use your hole like this huh?" Noah asked and you tried to reply but the feeling of his dick on your spot was too much so you settled for a simple nod and fast 'uh huh's. You second orgasm was approaching fast and the tightening on your hips indicated that it was the same for Noah. You tightened your pussy to drag it out of him and with one last pound into your pussy he came into the condom. Your hand shot down to your clit to join him as fast as you could and you moaned loudly as you came on his dick. His hips slowed down and his hands let your hips go, running up and down your waist.

He grabbed the base of his dick to hold onto the condom and pulled out of you slowly as you hissed. He discarded the condom in the trash can beside your desk and then guided you back to the bed. He laid beside you and pulled you close.

"You know, I don't think I've ever felt this way when having sex before." You uttered and he looked at you.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he leaned on his hand, his other arm still thrown across your body.

"Well I've never felt this good before. Never had someone take care of my pleasure like this. It's really nice." You said and he looked down at your tits and started playing with one of them.

"Well that's how to always should be. If it's not like that it's not worth it." Noah said and you smiled. Who knew fucking your best friend would teach you so much?

"We should get up if we're gonna make the plans you made for us." You said and he nodded. He kissed your nose as he got up to get dressed. He gave you your clothes and you put them on, then went to find some pants you could wear. You realised Noah probably hadn't changed his clothes since yesterday.

"Do you wanna go by your place to get some fresh clothes before we go?" You asked and he nodded, smelling under his arm and making a face. You laughed.

"C'mon, I'll drive." You said as you left your apartment. He slapped your ass for good measure and you jumped little, you both giggling as you went out the door.

#noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens band #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens cult

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burninlovebutler · 2 years ago

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Just an Intern // Part 3

pairing: austin x makeup artist!reader | word count: 8.7k-ish

warnings: angst, smut, FLUFF???, confusing arrogant asshole!austin, one bed, alcohol, hot tub 👀, fingering, play fighting, lots of dialogue, fries lore lol, truth or dare, name calling, physical altercation, yelling, screaming, crying, i am so sorry (but not really), 18+ MDNI

summary: while the set of Bikeriders remains buried under snow, you're imprisoned at the nearest ski lodge, in the last vacancy with none other than your arch nemesis. as the novelty of a packed resort wears off quickly, you find yourself on a drunken adventure led by an unexpected partner in crime... literally.

PART 1 | PART 2 | see my masterlist for all other fics ♡

vibes: just an intern spotify playlist ⛓️

Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before they touch my cheek

But I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed

Can you see his silhouette?

A glaring white morning light lulled you from your slumber. You were so warm and comfortable…. too warm and comfortable. Your eyes shot open and your body stilled completely the minute you sensed a heavy arm that was wrapped around your waist and a body pressed against your backside.

What the fuck

Last night’s events raced through your mind, remembering your transgressions with the actor vividly, but the end was quite fuzzy. All you remembered was going to shower then coming out to a completely dark room with Austin sleeping at the far edge of the twin sized bed, facing away from you. Then you slipped into bed, turned the opposite direction and fell asleep.

How the fuck did you end up being little spoon to the man that told you he’d rather rot in hell than sleep next to you. You stared at the wooden wall, following each swirl as if it would give you the answer to get out from this death trap of impending doom. You decided to take the plunge and try to slip from his grasp. A slight sleepy groan rumbled behind you made your eyes squeeze shut, like you were expecting a bomb to go off.

You knew exactly the song and dance it would ensue – some furious accusation and an insult.

Much to your surprise you felt him freeze just as you did then try to escape quietly. The realization hit that he perhaps didn’t know you were awake either. I mean realistically what would he reprimand you for? He was wrapped around you, what was he going to claim? That you forced him to play big spoon?

You chose to keep your place, taking advantage of the predisposition that you were still asleep. Besides it would give you just a sliver of peace before you had to go back to his ‘Intern’. There was a slight tug of sheets, then a cold emptiness when he pulled from the mattress.

He let out another hushed grunt then, “Fuck.” He mumbled to himself silently. You curiously opened one eye to observe him. He rounded the bed going to the dresser, tapping his fingertips across the top like he was looking for something. His hand landed on a pair of black rimmed glasses you hadn’t noticed when you went to bed in the dark. You couldn’t help but prop up a subtle brow.

Wanting to savor this little secret you stumbled upon, you decided to ‘wake up’ giving a performative stretch before cocooning yourself in the duvet. “Glasses huh?” You held back a ‘caught ya’ smirk, then a stifled giggle when you noticed him jump a tiny bit at the surprise.

He turned at the startle and instantly rolled his eyes. He hadn’t been awake not even 5 minutes and he was already annoyed with you. “Yes, I wear glasses, big whoop.”

“Well, I just didn’t know.” You tugged your bottom lip in trying not to laugh at his obviously embarrassed reaction.

“There’s lots of things you don’t know about me, Intern.” He spat back, turning to the phone ringing – to the tune of… Burnin Love? by Elvis? You were learning more about this man than you cared to know. He snatched his phone so fast, before it even got to the ‘hunka hunka’. Another thing he was clearly embarrassed about.

“What’s up?” While he spoke into the phone you found yourself distracted by the muscular lines of his bare back, just then noticing he was shirtless. His skin was golden and was toned like a swimmer. You followed the curvatures of his body down to were they met small dimples in his lower back then disappeared into blue stripped pajama pants.

His evidently aggravated groan snapped you out of your expedition down his body.

“Fucking great.” Bringing his hand to both temples. “We’re still fucking snowed in. We’re stuck here until tomorrow at least.”

Fuck

“I take it there are no other rooms available?”

“No Intern, obviously not, the roads are closed. Nobody can fucking leave.”

You both went your separate ways and you couldn’t have been happier, finally getting a moment to breathe and relax. There was a tiny café within the resort that you hid in most of the day taking time to catch up on the book you had been neglecting. The snow outside continued to pile up with no end in sight. Your odds of escaping Austin weren’t looking very promising. While it was what you wanted, there was a part of you – the machoistic part of you – that didn’t want it to end, just yet.

Before you knew it, it was evening and you were trying to avoid the hotel room at all costs, not wanting to risk running into Austin. So, you found yourself at the same bar from the Landon incident yesterday. You pressed your palms against the bar ledge that was littered with your coworkers, including Landon out of the corner of your eye. He sent a chill up your spine, but he seemed distracted by some giggly extra.

“Vodka soda please.” You ordered from the rather attractive bar tender. Maybe you could end up in someone else’s bed that night, maybe it would stave off the remnants Austin’s touch left on you. Regardless you had a mission - getting fucking wasted. How else were you supposed to deal with the confusion clouding in your head?

About 2 vodka sodas in, an aggravated sigh came from your left, “You would be here.” Said the exact voice you were trying to elude.

“What the fuck does that mean?” You rolled your eyes turning to him. He wore a plain black shirt that hugged his toned arms, tight dark denim jeans and leather boots.

He shrugged, “You just would.” Evading the question. “I guess I don’t blame you, there’s nothing else open in here at night.”

“Exactly.” You agreed taking a sip of your third drink, sending a warmth through your veins, then down to your core at the sight of his skilled fingers wrapped around a half-drank bourbon on the rocks.

“Last call!” Boomed from the tattooed bar tender.

“What?” You questioned, surprised. You tapped your phone screen to wake the time, “What, it’s only 12?”

“Bar closes at 12 on Sundays.” The worker informed, beginning his closing duties by wiping down the counter.

“Augh.” Austin groaned easily downing the remainder of his drink and harshly landed it on the bar. Without another word he was already out the door, likely at one of the cast’s room parties that had been going on.

You were in no rush to be alone in a hotel room but after a stroll through an uneventful empty lobby you decided to call it a night.

Opening the door to your room you noticed something that had been hiding behind a curtain, a wide open door. Being under the impression that the actor would be in some room party, you hesitantly tiptoed across the room. Your mind ping-ponged between the possibilities.

Maybe a resident had found the wrong room

Maybe you found the wrong room

Maybe the door hadn’t been locked and was swung open by the vicious snowy winds

Maybe it was a ghost

Finally at the door you peered through it from the edge to find… a hot tub? The jetted pool sat on a wooden platform covered by the room above’s balcony. And there sat the asshole right in the middle with another full drink in his grasp.

“Where have you been!” The blonde called out in a playful tune, the alcohol evidently taken over his body. “Did you know we have a hot tub?” His voice almost excited.

“Uh…” The entire scene threw you completely off, you’d never so much as seen this man smile and now, he was lightly playing in the water. “Am I hallucinating or are you actually having a good time?”

“C’mon get in here.” He gestured to join him hurriedly, ignoring your question.

“Austin it’s fucking freezing, you’re insane.” You thought he was even crazier when you realized that he was shirtless, because what else would you wear in a jacuzzi. “I’m not getting in there.” Shaking your head vehemently.

“It’s warm in here c’mon.” His gestures even more exaggerated through the steam that brewed above the water.

You shifted from one foot to another and chewed on your lip weighing your options. What else were you going to do? And who were you to turn down a hot tub?

“Augh fine.” You huffed, peeling your shirt over your head and unzipping then dropping your jeans. A blast of cold wind hit your bare body, covered only in a bra and panties. Your arms immediately wrapped around yourself shivering as you shuffled across the wood slats and up the short stairs.

You let out a relieved sigh once your shoulders were below the warm water across from him. “You’re fucking crazy.”

He gave you his signature eye roll, “Loosen up will ya? You’re always so stiff.”

You couldn’t help but let out loud scoff, “Me? Nah, that’s all you Actor.”

He let a chuckle as he lulled his head back, his arms resting on the edge of the tub. “Yeah, I guess I could stand to loosen up a little.”

“That’s a fucking understatement.” The edges of your lips tied into a smile.

“Hey,” He furrowed his thick brows at you, his face only illuminated by the blue tone of the pool. “That’s not very nice.” A light flick of water propelled at you from his fingertips.

“Hey!” You dodged the attack, “That wasn’t very nice.” Splashing warm water back at him.

“Oh, I don’t think you wanna play this game, Intern.” He brows propped up throwing another wave of water at you.

“Oh, I think I do Actor.” Swimming diagonal from him giving you a new angle to battle him with a rush of water.

He feigned surprise, “You’re goin’ down.” Mimicking your actions, getting you good that time, soaking you completely.

A giggle left your mouth as you attempted to swim in the opposite direction splashing him back once more. You heard another foreign laugh from him matching yours. “No, you’re goin’ down buddy.”

In some miscalculation you ended up near him and mid splashing war you felt familiar sizable hands take hold of your waist pulling you into his lap.

What kinda twilight zone were you in when this menace was play fighting and giggling with you?

After the initial stun of the move, you caught your breath your eyes meeting his. The ebbing waves from the tub reflected into his aqua eyes, the ripples of the water seemed to swim in them.

Silence fell between you both as the laughter had dissipated and the only communication was in your stare. You tried to place his thoughts by analyzing his eyes. At that point you had gotten fairly good at reading him though this sight was new, and you had no clue at what was behind it.

His eyes flickered between yours and your lips, the proximity of him now very apparent. The scent of bourbon laid thick on his breath. Your own air lodged in your throat as you took in the sight of him. Under the glow of the moon, he looked so soft, a lens you’d never seen him through before. He was so exquisite like that - flushed rosy cheeks, drunken glossy eyes and all.

Your entire body froze when his lips met yours, his arms wrapping around your torso. Whether it was the alcohol, the moon or your genuine desire, something let yourself melt into it fully. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. You expected him to escalate it with his tongue the way he did before, but he didn’t, his lips just took yours in completely.

You decided to take the plunge and slide your tongue against his bottom lip asking for entrance and he complied. His hands slid up your sides pulling you closer and your hands tangled into the little curls at the nape of his neck. The entire experience was different than any other time you’d hooked up with him, it mirrored his current demeanor – soft, gentle. He wasn’t groping and squeezing like he normally did, he just held you as your tongues danced together.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and found a not surprising prominent bulge beneath you. A groan rumbled in his chest when you pressed your panty-covered warmth against his boxer-covered erection.

As you grinded against him, the feeling of his tip nudging your bundle made you so desperate to relieve the rampant buzzing in your core. It was making you weak and was distracting you from the kiss. You reluctantly pulled from his soft lips and fell onto his shoulder letting out tiny whimpers as he rocked his hips against you.

He pressed full kisses in the curvature of your neck causing a churning in your tummy that wasn’t arousal, but something different. Something familiar but you couldn’t quite place. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He mumbled into your shoulder, his voice deep and dripping in liquor.

A short breathy whimper involuntarily escaped you, “You think so?” Your inner voice taking no time in reprimanding you for seeking validation from such a douchebag. His names for you weren’t normally so kind, nevertheless a compliment.

“Mhm,” He hummed against your shoulder, his hand tangling in your hair as he peppered kisses across your skin. “The prettiest.” He whispered below your ear, unleashing a kaleidoscope of butterflies throughout your chest, your ribcage locking them in. You knew it was the alcohol talking but you clung to every word.

You were so needy for him that only small moans left your mouth, “Please Austin, I need your cock.” You breathed out, your heart beating so hard you thought it might pop out. Your hips rutted against his length the wet material of your panties allowing your lips to part around his shaft, teasing him with your entrance. “Please?” Exaggerating your whine.

He groaned at your actions, fingers harshly digging into your thighs. “No.” He said simply, his touch now gliding up your thighs, “Let me take care of you.”

His response took you by surprise, “W-what?” You stuttered but didn’t pull from him. A hand drew up your inner thigh, scorching the skin it passed, then fingers up your panties.

“Let me take care of you baby.” He repeated, his fingertips easily pulling your panties to the side and rolled the pads of his fingers around your clit. A gasp left your lips at the sudden pleasure.

“Fuck.” You faintly muttered against his neck and leaned into his touch. “Please. I need you.” Your right hand tugging at his hair and the left curling into his shoulder.

“I wanna try something, do you trust me?” He asked, the question throwing you off, both at what he could possibly be thinking and whether you knew the answer. It occurred to you that it was the second time he’d asked you that impossible question, the first time in the saloon on set. You wondered on what planet he was living on where he had given you any reason to trust him. If anything, he should be the last person on earth to trust. And yet, you lied, “Hm- Yes.” Curious to find out his idea.

He purred against your shoulder and gently lifted your hips off of him then placed you across his lap. With one hand he slid your panties down your legs and draped it over the edge of the pool. You held onto him by an arm around his neck as his hand slid up your thighs again and spread them wide.

The pads of his fingers once again found your core, rounding your swollen nub then down dipping into your entrance. “Fuck.” You breathed out as his digits curled into your sweet spot. You let him float you to the edge of the tub, it was unclear to you why until you felt the strong stream of water from one of the jets. A sharp gasp fell from your lips at the immediate pressure.

“Oh my god,” Your chest was heaving, and your nails dug into his back. While the jet took care of your clit, his fingers were taking care of your core, fucking you in a way you never thought fingers could. It was rhythmic like a choreographed dance, every pump into your pussy landed in a curl into your g-spot and you never knew you could feel so much pleasure from so many areas at once. Your heart was thumping in your throat with a tight knot in your stomach threatening you to unravel already. “Oh my god Austin.”

“I know baby, I know.” He continued his plight on your neck, trailing passionate kisses all over it. “Feels good doesn’t it?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah- Fuck.” You could barely hear him over the pounding in your ears. His little experiment with you was overriding every nerve, waves of tingling pleasure washing through you, even causing your toes to curl. “Fuck Aus, I’m close I’m so fucking close.” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut barely holding on to your sanity. The bliss was practically numbing your brain, every thought was him, only him. His eyes that could make you wet with just one look, his plump lips that stamped kisses all over you, his skilled tongue against your own and even better on your clit, the curve of his neck and collar bone where you’d place your own kisses, his agile hips that allowed him to drill his perfect fucking cock into you. Right then you could’ve sworn he was some Greek god from the insurmountable euphoria that possessed your body.

His mouth pulled your skin into a suck while his tongue swirled over the darkening spot. “Let it out baby c’mon, cum for me.” His deep voice rumbled against your neck. That and a perfectly synchronized hit of the jet stream on your throbbing bundle and his fingers curved into you, set off your climax. The height of your orgasm ripped through you so violently that your moans were completely silent – which you we’re grateful for because you knew your coworkers were just above you. Your nails dug into his shoulder and your thighs clamped around his hand and you heard him let out a sort of entertained chuckle. If you weren’t underwater your juices most definitely would’ve soaked his thigh completely.

Once fully spent, you fell limp on his chest, heavy breaths flowing into his neck, “Fuck.” You murmured. His arm curled around your waist, pulling you closer against him. The act was so intimate compared to… well any other interaction you’d had with him. He was always so cold and rigid, now he was tender and warm. You blinked up at him, his focus on the stars above you. Even his moonlit features were soft compared to his normal sharp edges. “You sure like to use water fixtures as sex toys huh.” You tugged a lip between your teeth hoping the joke would land.

He took a moment to respond, his brows scrunching together before looking down at you, “Huh?”

You let out a tiny giggle, “Because the faucet on set-“

“Oh oh, yeah!” He boomed a drunken laugh straight from deep in his chest, “Yeah, I guess I do.” Looking down at you, for a moment you couldn’t tell the difference between the stary midnight sky behind him and the twinkling navy in his eyes. “Did you not like it? Because it seemed like you did-“ His voice sounded almost insecure, as if he was worried about disappointing you. The hint of insecurity echoed the one from earlier in the hotel room, about his glasses.

“No, no I definitely do.” You laughed, pulling yourself up to wrap both arms around his neck, straddling him once again. “I’ve just never been with someone so… innovative.” Your lips pressed together to stifle a chuckle.

The joke earned you another hearty laugh from the glowing blonde, which made you realize you’d barely heard him laugh before, nonetheless smile. And right now, he was a grinning mess, and he hadn’t even cum. From the lack of stiffness beneath you it seemed that the alcohol had taken its toll. Under any other circumstances, if there was a more competitive game at play, you would’ve tried your hardest to return the favor. But he was giggly and touchy and the nicest you’d ever seen him, you didn’t want to cut it short, so you laid against his shoulder again just taking in his breathing.

“You’re pretty funny.” He said once he caught his breath from laughing.

“Yeah?” You blushed and a giant grin pulled at your lip’s edges, for some reason you felt embarrassed and hid further into his neck. “I’m glad you think so.” You whispered beneath his ear and molded your body further around his, taking advantage of his warmth. He reciprocated, wrapping you up in his arms.

Silence fell for what felt like an eternity and you thought for sure the moment was about to end, and this unicorn version of asshole actor would disappear. But he surprised you yet again.

“I’m hungry.” He stated simply, “I want fries.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh, “What?”

“I want fries!” He repeated, matter-of-factly. “We should go get fries.”

“Austin, where the fuck are we gonna get fries? The kitchens are closed and it’s not like we can DoorDash in a snowstorm.” You stated the obvious, sitting up in his lap.

You watched the gears churning in his head as if it was a difficult equation before the most mischievous playful smirk spread across his face. Immediately you knew it couldn’t mean anything good. “Austin,” You warned, propping up a cautious eyebrow, “What are you thinking.”

He practically threw you off of him, landing you to be floating alone in what now seemed like a giant empty ocean without him in it. He scrambled quickly into the hotel room, dripping water across the carpet, only in some plaid boxers. Once the blur of the action caught up to you, you followed suit, nearly flying out of the tub into the freezing cold air. “What are you doing!” You called after him as he hastily dried off with a towel and changed into sweats and a hoodie faster than you’d ever seen anyone move.

The mischievous smile never left his face in his hurried actions and stayed focused on his mission. In that moment you realized you were now babysitting a drunken toddler. Like any good caretaker, you matched his speed but soon remembered your limited wardrobe choices. He was already halfway out the door and the only reasonably warm and accessible choices were another hoodie and pair of sweats from his duffle.

“Austin!” You first shouted loudly after him, stumbling out the door trying to slide fully into your sneakers. Then in a more hushed yell, not wanting to wake the entire lodge at 2 am. “Where are you going!”

“Fries!” He threw over his shoulder as he booked it down the stairs.

“Hey! Slow down!” Taking a moment to catch your breath before following him down the two flights of mahogany stairs. “You couldn’t have taken the elevator at least?”

Finally, you caught up to him, standing in front of the restaurant that hosted the rotating buffet during the day. You leaned over attempting to catch your breath gripping your chest, reminding you that maybe a weekly gym day wouldn’t hurt. “They’re clearly closed Aus.” You huffed out, gesturing your arm at the darkened restaurant. The way it was laid out was that the floor was open so the buffet serving areas and seating were open, but the kitchen was locked. He was bent over eyeing the lock. “You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking, are you?”

“Hmmm.” He hummed and stood up to face you, he held his tongue between his lips as he seemed to analyze you, then reached into your damp hair and plucked out a bobby pin you had forgotten was in there. He went back to his crouched position, unfolding the metal accessory in his sizable hands.

“No no no.” You whispered, “Austin you’re gonna get us in trouble what are you doing!”

“I’m opening a door that we found, already open y/n, obviously.” He slid the pin into the keyhole and wiggled it around.

“Oh god you’re really doing this aren’t you.” You brought a hand to your temple.

It didn’t take long for the doorknob to click open, probably because the hotel didn’t think patrons would be breaking in. “Aha!” He proclaimed, flinging the door open and turning on the blinding overhead lights. Relief washed over you when you didn’t hear immediate alarms blaring.

“I fucking can’t believe you’re doing this.” You exasperated, dropping your arms at your sides, “You know there aren’t going to be just magically fresh fries right?”

“Relax Intern,” His mission stayed focused on pillaging the stainless-steel industrial kitchen for his desired snack. “I know what I’m doing.” Waving you off.

“Oh,” You placed both hands on your hips, “You break into kitchens often?”

He shot you an unimpressed look, “No, if you must know,” He somehow miraculously found the frozen fries. “I used to work in a kitchen, I know how to make some pretty fuckin’ dope fries.” He inspected the knobs of the deep fryer and clicked it to a high setting.

“Oh, you mean before you were just an actor?” You sassed, crossing your arms across your chest and popping out a hip.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Believe it or not I was once a struggling actor.” The fries sizzled in the oil when he dunked an obscene amount of into the appliance.

“Ah, I see the humbleness didn’t stick around.” You teased back, walking over to the wall and flipped off 3/4ths of the blinding fluorescent lights, leaving only the one’s above the counters.

He shot you another glare, “Keep talkin’ like that and ya aren’t gonna get any fries.”

You contemplated continuing your defiance but ultimately decided the midnight snack was more important. They were already in the fryer after all, might as well follow through.

He drew the fries from the oil, threw them into a giant silver bowl, and salted them like a pro, tossing them in the air and everything.

You ended up on the floor of the dark kitchen, sat across from him binging on the perfectly golden fries and a random wine bottle you’d found. For someone who was evidently wasted, they were beyond impressive. “Damn, you weren’t lying, these are so fucking good.” You complimented then shoved a handful of salty fries into your mouth. On a first date, you’d never eat like that in front of anyone, but this wasn’t a first date, this was a drunken adventure with an asshole.

“I told you.” He went for another fistful of salted potatoes. “I was the best damn line cook that surf and turf place had ever seen.” He sassed, waving a fry for extra attitude.

Your eyes rolled involuntarily, “You so would work at a surf and turf restaurant.”

He feigned insult with a dropped jaw, “What is that supposed to mean!”

You giggled and shrugged, taking a sip from the wine bottle. “You just give that typa vibe.” You teased, covering your mouth to hide the chuckle that threatened to erupt.

“Well, that’s not very nice.” He picked up a fry and tossing it at you. He shot a smirk at you then stole the wine bottle, taking a long swig. His plump lips molded around the bottle opening, his adam’s apple bobbed with his swallow.

You gasped, “You’re not very nice.” You plucked a fry from the heap and hurled it back at him. His gaze turned to a playful one, moving slowly to the bowl scooping a bundle of fries and heaving them at you.

“You’re a fucking child you know that?” Your tone serious but gasping an equal bit of fries while he was focused on your expression, throwing it right back at him. First the water fight and now this? Who the fuck abducted Actor and who was sitting across from you?

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.” He sat up on his knees, taking a fistful of your improvised dinner and aimed a bit too close to your face. Your hands immediately covered your eyes, “Ow!” You whined, sitting back on your legs, “You hit my eye!”

Instantly you heard him move the bowl and wine out of the way to cross the gap between you. “Oh my god I’m so sorry.” The hands that normally had been so rough on you, now delicately holding onto your wrists.

“It really hurts.” You whimpered, not moving your hands from your face.

“I didn’t mean to y/n, I swear.” He said softly then gently tugging at your hands. “C’mon let me see, we can wash out your eyes or something.”

A mischievous smirk spread across your lips beneath your hands, taking the fries that landed on you and smushing them into his chest. “Ha! I gotcha!”

Utter shock softened his face once he realized he’d been played. “That’s not fucking funny, I thought I- that I had-“ He struggled to find his words amidst the swirl of competitiveness and deception. It seemed as though his thoughts had halted as he watched your expression. The silence bounding around the industrial kitchen was haunting, unsure as to whether he was actually upset or if he would counter your move.

While you were attempting to decipher his motives, he abruptly took your cheeks into his large hands and pulled you into a kiss. The way his lips felt pressed against yours sent flutters down into your tummy, but they were different than the usual flurries of desire he gave you, these almost made you sick.

It took no time for your own hands to find a home tangled his hair. He inched forward indicating that he wanted you to lay back and you obeyed the silent request, slowly leaning back to land flat against the thankfully freshly mopped floor.

The kiss was tender, not hungry or ravenous, not even pushing to enter your mouth. In that moment, he wasn’t looking for anything more than that.

Your lips stayed locked for what seemed like a lifetime. A part of you almost grew uncomfortable at the intimacy, reflexively wanting to deepen the kiss. That’s all he’d ever wanted before after all, wasn’t it? You’d never had just a kiss before, with no ulterior motives. Why would he?

So, you wanted to fast forward to the part you knew was coming, not wanting to linger in a meaningless moment longer than necessary. You couldn’t afford to hold onto a fantasy, nor did you want to. But every muscle in your body ceased to function. His hands held your face and drew the pads of his thumbs across your cheekbones gently while your fingers traveled through his hair like a maze.

He was the exactly that - a maze, a human embodiment of one. You followed each path of his thinking you figured the way out, only to find you had no idea what you were doing or where you were going. You were trapped within an impossible labyrinth you never meant to enter.

His lips struggled to demagnetize from yours and hovered above your face. His navy eyes swirled reluctance, seemingly lost in some maze of his own. “I uh-“ He sat back on his legs, scratching the back of his head and eyes diverting from you. “We should probably head back to the room.”

And just like that, you reached another dead end in his labyrinth.

When you woke the next morning, the bed was empty. At first it took you by surprise, then a pit formed in your stomach. It was naïve of you to think that your drunken adventures with a rare Austin would change anything, foolish to think that version of him would stick around in the sober daylight. You wanted so badly to believe that wasn’t the truth, but you knew it was.

It dawned on you, why did that pit even form? This was the shithead that tormented you at work, treated you like shit and called you insufferable. In what twisted reality should you be sad that the illusion of a decent human fueled by alcohol didn’t stay for breakfast. At what point did you decide you wanted that version of him to stay? That’s not really what you want, was it? Of course not.

You brought your palms and pressed them into your eyes in a feeble attempt to clear out the thoughts swirling in your head. In a swift fling of the thick bedding, you unglued yourself from the bed, shuffling over to the window to check on the snow status. Thick snow still coated every surface, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as before, which meant that you’d probably be freed from this prison in the next day or two.

“Thank fucking god.” You mumbled to yourself, instinctively tucking your arms into your sides when you felt a chill. It was only then that you realized that you were still wearing his clothes. For whatever reason, you did a quick scan of the room as if someone would see you pulling up the collar of the hoodie taking an inhale. It smelled like him mingled with his cologne, a woodsy musk. You mentally scolded yourself when the tinge of longing filled your chest. Why the fuck would you miss him?

Then the memory of you sitting with him on the kitchen floor flashed across your mind pulling a giddy grin across your lips. “Fucking stop it.” Smacking your palm into your forehead. You shook your head trying to shake out whatever fucked up disease had taken over your mind, that was the only explanation for what you were feeling. The best way you could think of trying to remedy this ailment of yours was to take a long, hot shower. Maybe it’d wash it all away.

Once in the bathroom you let out a groan when you noticed all the towels were used and thrown about. “Fucking men.”

You headed down to the lobby and got the attention of a clerk. “Hi sorry to bother you but could I possibly get some more towels?”

“Sure of course! It’s no bother sweetie.” The middle-aged attendant sweetly smiled before heading into the back office.

She returned with a tower of fresh white towels. “There you go hon.” Placing them on the granite counter in front of you, “Your boyfriend use ‘em all?” She questioned in a joking tone.

You reflexively scoffed, “He’s definitely not my boyfriend.”

“Hm.” She pressed her lips together as if she had more to say but didn’t want to divulge.

“What?” You asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Well it’s just- well I remembered you both from the night the snowstorm first hit so-“ She seemed to be trying to piece together some pieces of a puzzle in her head.

“…Mhm?” You urged on curious as to where this could possibly be going.

“So, when we had a vacancy open up yesterday, we called and asked him if he wanted to take it.” You knitted your brows together as you now tried to piece together the puzzle. “And well… he declined. So, I just assumed…”

“He turned down a room to himself?” You repeated for clarification, which was met with a timid nod, obviously feeling guilty for sharing personal information. “I uh, I have to go.” You stated shortly, snatching the tower of towels, “Thank you so much!” You thanked while you quickly made it back to the room.

After your much needed long, hot shower you decided to roam the all-inclusive resort. The only perk of being there was that there was decent amount of things to do during the day. From bars to in house casinos, arcades, spas, even a bowling alley. While you told yourself it was because you were bored, in the pit of your tummy there was a part of you that hoped you’d bump into your…enemy?

You wandered around the wooden halls of the resort with a pamphlet of all your options. Each corridor, room and lobby were decorated in typical lodge décor, animal heads on the wall, buffalo print everything, luxurious fireplaces. Everything except the deer heads was stunning, if you visited under different circumstances the mini vacation would’ve been a tranquil little getaway.

Since Austin supposedly hated you, Landon was a creep and Tom had his own friend group, you were alone. There was a door at the very end of the hallway that intrigued you. Once you peered in you saw a much cozier den-style bar, a huge square sectional couch facing a stone fireplace. On the opposite a very quaint bar. As you scanned the room for possible acquaintances you landed on a group of familiar faces.

“Y/N!” Called Tom, “You’re just in time. We’re just about to play truth or dare!”

What we were in 6th grade?

You locked eyes with your resident tormentor, because of course he’d be there. There was a split second where you thought things would be different after last night but when he gave you a warning look to decline the game offer, you knew it was a pipe dream. That gentle, playful man from the hot tub and the kitchen was gone, just like that. Then, the hatred you’d always felt before piped back into you, like a coffee pot filling with molten hot caffeine. Keeping eye contact with him the edges of your lips curled into a cocky smile, “Sounds great.” You sauntered over to the place next to Tom that faced opposite of Austin.

A few rounds of the game ensued, nothing too juicy at first but the game soon heated up when the group had downed a fair number of drinks. It was a stagehand’s turn to dare Austin. The brunette male, who had been working near many of your interactions together, gave him a playful smirk, “I dare you…” His eyes landed on you, “To make out with y/n.”

How fucking juvenile

You weren’t sure why the absolute jarring panic settled into your stomach, but Austin’s expression of immediate disgust didn’t help.

“I’m not doing that.” He said sternly, his tone oddly irritated.

“Oh, c’mon dude, it’s just a kiss.” The stagehand, Ryan, prodded jokingly.

“No. I’m not fucking doing it, give me a truth.” His brows low and knitted, eyes dark and mean.

“Fine.” Ryan, clearly annoyed and drunk, matched his unnecessarily angry tone, “Have you fucked the intern?” The question hushed every person around the fireplace, an uneasy tension filled in the air.

Blood rushed to Austin’s face and a vein pulsed in his forehead. He was trying to restrain his anger, squeezing his fists to stave it off. Your own steaming coffee pot was on the verge of overflowing.

Whether it was the tequila or something else that fueled you was unclear but you balled up your own fists, and before you could stop yourself, the words flew out, “I’m not a fucking intern!” You boomed out louder than intended and shooting you straight up on your feet.

Austin rolled his eyes, sharply pushing off from the couch, “I’m fuckin’ outta here.” He scoffed, headed for the doorway.

“Answer the question you fuckin’ pussy!” Called a way too far gone Ryan. “We already know the answer.” He added in a cocky snide.

Any sinister look you’d ever seen on Austin didn’t compare to the one that bore into Ryan. You were surprised his fist wasn’t bashed into his face already, if there weren’t so many witnesses he probably would’ve been pummeled to a mush.

“Let’s get this fucking straight.” He hissed, his eyes locked on Ryan, never once glancing at you, like you weren’t even in the room. “I have never and will never put my hands on such a low budget, low level, filthy whore nobody of an Intern.”

Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his words, a consequential dagger speared right through your intestines. You knew he hated you, he called you insufferable. You knew he hated you, you knew it even after last night, but you never expected him to say such vile words about you. A lump formed in your throat and tears welled in your eyes, but you couldn’t cry there – not in front of all your coworkers, not after being completely and utterly humiliated. Every ounce of alcohol in your bloodstream fueled your stomp over to him and didn’t even realize what you had done until you felt your palm stinging like a bitch from landing on his face. His hand instantly reaching to cover his newly red cheek from your slap, his eyes wide in disbelief, then narrowed with furious realization.

“Fuck you,” You attempted to hide the quiver in your voice, “You fucking rotten, disgusting, repulsive human being.” Your teeth clenched, you knew your little outburst could very well get you fired but there was too much rage and liquor in your body to care.

He did nothing, not a brow raise, not a twist in his face, nothing. Perhaps he’d never had someone talk back to him like that. Without further explanation he just pushed past you, knocking your shoulder back with his weight. The gravity of what just happened settled into your chest, having such a cruel intimate moment in front of all your colleagues was probably the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you. Something you’d never be able to forget, something you could never forgive. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt all eyes on you and your heart began to race feeling the purest form of ‘flight’ mode you’d ever had in your life.

When you escaped there was no sign of Austin in sight. You knew he had to have gone back to the room, hopefully to pack his shit and leave. And if he wasn’t then you would, even if you had to beg to stay in someone’s room. All the way up the elevator your heart thumped against your rib cage, shaking out your hands and taking deep breaths mentally preparing yourself for confrontation.

You unlocked the door and found him standing there, looking like he got there just before you did. The anxiety of the confrontation dissipated the moment you laid eyes on his hardened face. “Get out.” You stated harshly, brushing past him yourself mimicking his actions from before.

“Intern there’s nowhere for me to fucking go.” His voice already raised and ready for battle, “I’m not fucking happy about it either but-“

Your brows scrunched together downwards, steam practically pouring from your ears. “You’re a liar! A filthy fucking liar! Get. Out.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not lying-“ He began but his incessant voice was driving you more livid by the minute.

“I know about the fucking vacant room Austin.” You growled, using his name and not Actor to let him know how serious you were. Just from how he opened his mouth to speak you could tell he was about to lie again so you beat him to it. “The front desk lady told me. Tell me Austin, if you hate me so goddamn much then why didn’t you just take the room? To fuck with me? To take me on some stupid drunken adventure to trick me into thinking you actually have a heart?”

He stayed silent, which only made you angrier. You just called him out on his bullshit, and he couldn’t even react. “Actually no, you know what? I’m the fucking liar. Because out there I called you a human being, but you’re too fucked up to be a human, you’re a fucking cockroach – I try to stomp you out but you keep fucking coming back.” When the words left there was an immediate sense of release, everything that had built up in your system spilled out.

“Oh, I’m a cockroach? If I’m such a cockroach, then why do you keep coming back for more huh?” He hissed, his arrogant scrunched face pissed you off even more. He had no right to talk to you like that after what he did. “I didn’t hear you complaining when I was making you cum.” Purposely using jarring sexual defenses to hurt you.

You thought lava was about to start seeping through your skin, what made it worse was that you didn’t have an answer. “Augh!” You grunted, pacing in a short lap, your fingers curling around air. “You are so fucking infuriatingly heartless it’s nauseating!”

He scoffed, “Well, I may be heartless, but you’re fucking naïve.” He snarled. “Naïve to think I would ever actually enjoy your company outside of your body.”

Your jaw dropped, tears pricked your eyes again realizing how senseless you were to have thought he was anything else but the arrogant, cruel man you met that first day on set. The building rage turned your tears into a terrifying laugh, “Oh, my body huh? That’s funny because out there you said you’d never touch me, when in there” Pointing to the back door leading to the hot tub, “You touched me with nothing in return for you. You were the one who wanted to ‘take care of me’, you held me, you called me pretty!” The ending sounding so pathetic, instantly regretting the vulnerability knowing it would be used as ammo.

He cackled, “Oh c’mon Intern you can’t be serious, nobody ever taught you not to believe the things men say when they’re drunk? It didn’t mean anything, I was drunk, I lied.”

The words sliced like blades and every ounce of restraint drained from your body. “You are by far the worst person I’ve ever had the disgrace of knowing. I wish I never fucking met you. If I could go back in time, I would turn down my apprenticeship. My apprenticeship, because I’m not and have never been a fucking intern!” Your voice raised into a yell, “I would throw away my entire career if it meant I could avoid ever crossing paths with you.”

A few moments passed and he was still there, silent and blank. You couldn’t read him at all, if he was angry or sad or insulted. He could’ve easily turned it on you, but he didn’t. He just stared at you.

Everything from the first day on set to the day of the snowstorm, yesterday and everything in between, compounded in your mind. Every insult, every backhanded comment, every accusation replayed in your head. No one had ever made you feel as low and as shitty as he did. The lump from before reclaimed its place in your throat and tears began to pool in your eyes, finally needing real answers. “Why do you treat me like this huh? Why do you say the horrible things you say to me? Call me all the vile names you do? What did I ever fucking do to you?” While you were holding back tears your voice remained furious and combative. “Why do you fucking hate me!”

His brows furrowed and his sharp jaw noticeably clenched, “You’re just fucking infuriating and annoying and it- it just drives me fucking insane!”

“What does! What the fuck do I do that bothers you so fucking much!” You nearly screamed out.

“You- just-“ He was grasping at straws, “No matter how much I try to hate you I fucking can’t!” His words darted from his tongue faster than he had time to process. His widened eyes gave away how much he regretted his slip up.

“W-What?” You stuttered out confused, that being the last thing you expected him to say. The rapid thumping of your heart accelerated, allowing only short breaths and you even felt a little lightheaded. You were overloaded, angry, confused, hurt, heartbroken, embarrassed. The small bit of control you had left was gone and the tears made their full appearance.

The minute he noticed the tears streaming down your face, Austin’s twisted face softened right before your eyes, even softer than the night before. “I-“ He stepped towards you but you immediately winced and recoiled from him.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You cried out wiping the tears from your face in an attempt to halt them.

In true Austin fashion, he didn’t listen, and his hands found your own on your cheeks. In an even stranger turn of events, he leaned down and placed a long kiss on your lips. Then he gently pulled your hands from your face, you looked up at him with watery puzzled eyes. You instinctively smacked his arm to push him away, but his strong arm didn’t budge.

He cupped your cheeks in his hands and placed a tender kiss under each stream of tears. “I’m sorry.” He said quietly after each kiss. Every single action he did was like a twisted turn on rickety rollercoaster ride. He returned to your lips, pressed another kiss followed with, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, an extra pillowy light kiss, “I’m sorry.” He repeated, another kiss, another apology. He trailed his lips down to just below your ear, stamping additional kiss there, “I’m sorry.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as he pressed another sloppy kiss below your ear, “I’m sorry.” No matter how furious you were didn’t stop the butterflies in your tummy. A longer, sloppier kiss further down your neck with a raspy, “I’m sorry.” Sent a buzzing through your chest and directly to your hips.

Maybe it was the same for you, no matter what horrible things he did or said to you, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself you hated him, you couldn’t. Maybe you were just as fucked up as he was.

“I’m sorry, let me show you how much.” He muttered against your skin, his fingers delicately smoothing down your sides like he was plucking a harp.

The shift from abhorrent to sweet gave you whiplash, not knowing which one was genuine. You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing any tears out, the salty liquid dripping off your chin. “Austin, I can’t.” You breathed out, the panic attack-like heaving never left. “Austin, you literally just humiliated me in front of everyone. You called me a filthy whore nobody, in front of everyone.” Reluctantly pulling from his grasp. His once venomous eyes now soft and apologetic, but that’s exactly what he did wasn’t it? He’d wrap you back in his hold like prey, constrict you until you were blue in the face, still hypnotizing you with snake eyes. You were a rat and he a cobra trapped in a 10 gallon tank, and he was still convincing you that he wasn’t trying to consume you whole. “I just can’t. I just- I respect myself too much. And I need you to go. I need to be alone.”

He stepped towards you once more, his fingertips ran down the back of your arms reaching your hands, taking them tenderly into his. “I’m so sorry y/n. I won’t do it again. I promise.” He bargained in a tone so quiet you’d think he was paranoid of people hearing him from behind the walls. “I’ll never talk like that ever, ever again.”

“Austin, I don’t know what you want from me.” You slipped from his hands, “But there won’t be another ‘again’. You were right the other day on set, this shouldn’t have happened.” Your voice cracked, “I need you to leave. Now.”

His look faltered, a look you’d only ever seen on the faces of defeated Olympians. “Okay.” He said lowly, stepping forward and cupping your face then pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. His misty blue eyes looked down at you, “If you ever wanna cash in that apology, you know where to find me.”

Without another word he gathered his things and left to find the other room. The minute he was out the door, every emotion you had suppressed from the event took over. You doubled over gripping onto your stomach as you heaved, rivers of tears pouring from your eyes. Tight twists and knots wrapped around your abdomen, constricting you like the snake he was.

You stumbled to the bed and fell in it, wrapping the sheets around you and like a 15-year-old with their first heartbreak, you wailed into the pillow. You never felt so worthless, so pathetic, so stupid. You were so fucking stupid for letting him slither his way into you the way he did. How could anyone talk about someone like that? Someone who just last night was so sweet and gentle with you. Someone who said they didn’t mean any of it but then wanted to apologize so tenderly?

It made you sick to think how you let such evil into your body. You weren’t even able to say that you missed the red flags, you didn’t, you saw them clearly and raced past them. He showed you exactly who he was, and still let yourself believe he was something he wasn’t.

Yeah, your house was now haunted, but you were the one who invited the demon in.

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allergyu · 10 months ago

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okay so after a while i decided to post this, it's not as good as i wanted it to be but i'm still a beginner and i'll try to do better next time. Thank you so much to all the people who voted and for supporting this idea of me writing again because i tried to do it many times in the past and ended up doing nothing. also i'll try to write the Yeonjun one and post it as soon as posible. ;) Hope you guys like it!

Soobin entered to Beomgyu's bedroom, opening the door slowly he walked closer to Beomgyu's bed and he felt relieved after seeing beomgyu finally sleeping.

Beomgyu couldn't sleep last night, he tried to sleep earlier than the other members but ended up waking soobin up at 2 A.M asking him for help because he couldn't get to the bathroom on time and ended up throwing up on the floor. Beomgyu spent the whole night Coughing and wiping his nose with his sleeve because he felt too dizzy to get some tissues.

Almost 1 hour later, Soobin was in his room playing with his friends, he got too excited and forgot about the fact that Beomgyu was sleeping and didn't realize he was laughing a bit too loud... Soobin's eyes widen as he gets a call from beomgyu.

"I'm sor-"

"Hyung.. can you bring me some water, please?" Beomgyu said, his voice deep and quiet

"what?"

"water hyung, water."

"uh... okay.."

Then the call ended, soobin told his friends he would be back in a minute and went to the kitchen to get some water for Beomgyu.

Soobin entered Beomgyu's room and placed the glass of water on the nightstand, carresing Beomgyu's back gently

"I'm sorry if i woke you up." Soobin said "Please sleep again."

"mmm" Beomgyu hummed, Soobin went back to his dorm again and told his friends he was back. Soobin thought Beomgyu was sleeping peacefully now, but the reality was that Beomgyu couldn't sleep again, he was sleepy but he just couldn't.. he tried listening to ASMR but it was annoying, he was in bed with his eyes closed for almost 45 minutes, he just couldn't sleep again.

Hours later, when Taehyun, Yeonjun and Hueningkai were back home Beomgyu decided to go to the living room and watch TV there, probably the members would notice how bad he felt and would help him, he thought. But when he opened the door, the smell coming out of the kitchen, propably the members making the dinner made him feel nauseous almost instantly. He tried to ignore it, laying down on the couch and thinking about something else.. he would get used to the smell and feel better after 5 minutes, right..?

He covered himself with the blanket and closed his eyes.. that didn't work either, the smell making him feel nauseous and the members playing around and yelling in the kitchen making him feel dizzy. He didn't even try to walk to the bathroom this time, he just sat up slowly threw up on the floor again, still wrapped around the blanket.

Suddenly the members stopped laughing and yelling, Yeonjun quickly ran out of the kitchen and gasped when he saw Beomgyu throwing up, he didn't even know Beomgyu was sick!

"shh.. it's okay.." Yeonjun said, looking at the members with a nervous expression while he caressed Beomgyu's back.

"Are you done?" Yeonjun asked softly when Beomgyu stopped, Beomgyu nodded slowly, his eyes watering as he thought about what he just did.. he could've ran to the bathroom, but now the members had to clean all the mess.

"I'm sorry.." he looked at Yeonjun

"No no, it's okay"

Yeonjun replied But beomgyu felt really guilty anyways, and when he saw Soobin walking out of his bedroom he couldn't hold it anymore and started crying like a baby. He felt really bad and embarassed, this was this kind of times when you just want you mom to pick you up and bring you home.

"Hyung.." Hueningkai said when he saw beomgyu crying, actually no one knew what to do or say...

"It's okay.. don't cry.." Soobin said softly, brushing Beomgyu's hair gently with his fingers..

When Beomgyu finally calmed down, he looked at soobin and opened his arms to hug him, that was the only thing he wanted right now.

"I'm sorry.. I'm sorry for not giving you any medicine earlier" Soobin said, Beomgyu nodded

"It's fine.. i just felt annoyed because of all this.. i couldn't sleep and.."

"You couldn't sleep again? because of me...?" soobin interrupted beomgyu

"Well kinda but-"

"I'm so sorry.." soobin said, hugging Beomgyu once again, Beomgyu sighed, even though beomgyu said it was fine Soobin just kept apologizing..

So eventually after cleaning everything, Soobin called Beomgyu's mom and explained what happened, Beomgyu felt a lot better after talking to his mom so he tried to eat something light after his mom told him to and also took some medicine Soobin gave him.

Soobin took care of him all night, massaging his head, cuddling with him and basically doing everything he asked for. Luckily this time, Beomgyu he slept for almost 10 hours, and his headache was completely gone when he woke up the next morning. But almost a week later, Beomgyu had to be the one taking care of Soobin.

#txt #beomgyu #soobin #sickfic #i tried #emeto #cough #hehehe

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aajjks · 4 months ago

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outfit: https://pin.it/58ffQx8R0

DHP!JK

you could barely get any sleep last night. you cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, went out to get a pedicure and manicure, got your hair styled, bought a bouquet of tiger lilly’s, and a pretty outfit to present them in. you went grocery shopping and stacked the pantry with jungkook’s favorite snacks and did all his laundry since you were wearing his clothes around the apartment. you wanted to make sure everything is perfect for his return. you even called out from work, so you wouldn’t have any distractions from the surprise celebration.

jiyeon tells they’re looking at releasing him around 6AM. by the time you finished cleaning, folding, and buying it was 3 o’lock in the morning. you hurriedly jump in the shower to freshen up, brush your teeth, wash your face, curl your hair, and put your outfit on. you spray yourself from head to toe in jungkook’s favorite floral scent before grabbing the bouquet and your keys and heading out.

you arrive around 5:30. a little later than you hoped but you blame the 30 minute nap you had in your car before walking to the meeting spot. “morning” says jiyeon. her ‘all smiles’ facial expression changes when she views your rather revealing outfit.

“um, you look…naked”

“morning, i wore it for jungkook”

“you know ian is bringing his wife and daughter, right?”

“yeah? i’m sorry, mrs. jeon”

“leave the poor girl alone, jiyeon. i remember when you would dress like that for me” jaehan says which has jiyeon blushing, probably remembering the times she did wear cute revealing outfits for her husband. “thanks mr. jeon” you say as you pull your shirt up a little to cover your shoulder, although, it is cute to watch jungkook’s parents flirt.

20 minutes later, ian arrives with his family. “grandma!!!” his daughter cheers as she runs up to jiyeon to give her a big hug. you speak to both ian and his wife, crystal before they go and speak to ian’s parents. “y/n, make sure you drop jungkook off at our house. we’re throwing a surprise party for him there with all his friends and stuff” ian says as he stands beside his wife hand-in-hand.

“okay. will do” crystal lightly hits him.

“drop him off? she’s invited too. make sure you come too”

“that’s what i meant” he whines. you laugh at their antics before nodding your head. you’ll drive jungkook to ian’s house to party for a little with all of his friends and once that’s over, you’ll finally have him all to yourself.

the sound of the gate interrupts your thoughts. your grip on the bouquet tightens as you impatiently wait to see your boyfriend after such a long time. from a distance, you see a figure dressed in a familiar set of oversized black clothes with long dark hair.

“Y-Yn… 엄마.. 아빠”

tears well up in your eyes too. “jungkook!” you cry as you run up to your boyfriend before jumping into his arms. you both stand there crying in each other’s embrace. the closest you could get to hold him was by holding his hand and now, here you are now. “you’re home” you sniffle. “you’re finally home”

~🫧

Oh it feels surreal to have you in his arms.

You smell so familiar and he’s missed this scent so much. His grip on you is so tight, he doesn’t want to let go, he almost lifts you up so he can spin you around but some chattering noises of his family remind him to keep it PG.

“Yes my precious baby..I’m Findlay home.” He nuzzled his head in your neck, inhaling deeply. “Oh I’ve missed you so much. You feel so soft.” He caresses your back, sniffing you once more.

“You look so fucking hot yn.” He presses a kiss to your neck.

“I don’t want to let go..” he whispers in your ear, holding you so tightly. He couldn’t sleep the whole night but now that he’s in your arms? He feels so sleepy, and safe.

Reluctantly he breaks the hug. He wants to kiss you so bad but not right now, not infront of his adorable little niece.

Then he goes to hug his mother, father and brother, “hyung you’ve gotten fat.” Jungkook jokes, teasing his brother; they all laugh.

“My princess! 삼촌 missed you sooo much!” Jungkook picks the adorable little girl up, kissing her all over face. “Aww my princess— look at you- so pretty!” He coos, giving her another kiss.

She’s definitely grown, now a five year old. “Hey crystal noona! Look at you, even more gorgeous.” He laughs, finally giving her the child.

“I’m soooo happy that all of you are here to welcome me back… mom, dad, Ian, crystal noona, my princess.. and my precious yn.. I love you all so much.”

Jungkook bows.

“Yn… take me home?”

#ask: dh: prisioner!jungkook #🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

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bangchan4life · 11 months ago

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Felix x reader

He surprises you for your birthday (light smut towards the end)

You and Felix had been dating for 3 years. Every moment with him was like a dream, he always made you feel comfortable around him. He was the only person you could see yourself with, and you felt so lucky that you got to see him EVERY DAY.

Or not.

A year has gone by without Felix, and you can't help but miss him more with each day that passes. He told you that he'd be back soon, or so he thought, but with his new job in modeling along with his boy group, more and more project plans get accepted across the world. Thus, making his stay longer than expected.

Today was like any other day. You got up in the morning, got ready, and went to work. You were a hairdresser for an entertainment company, which is how you ended up meeting Felix.

As soon as you got home, you couldn't help but feel exhausted. Not only from the stress at work, but...

You remembered that tomorrow was your birthday. The first one without Felix since you guys had gotten together.

You couldn't help but feel sad, but you tried not to be too down about it. You knew this oppurtunity meant a lot to Felix, and you respected his decision in choosing to go international.

You set down your stuff, and went to take a shower. The heat from the shower was kind of overwhelming, so after you felt kind of faint. You finished up in the bathroom, and head out to the living room.

You pull out your phone, only to see many missed calls from Felix. You quickly call him back, but on snapchat, hoping that you didn't miss anything important, or even worse, if it were an emergency...

He picks up the phone almost instantly.

"Felix?? Are you okay??"

You say, in a panicky tone. He slightly chuckles, and says

"Of course baby, why wouldn't I be? I was just calling you to tell you some exciting news."

You exhale, and say

"That's good, I was showering so I didn't know if something happened to you, I'm sorry. Well, what's the news?"

He's silent for a moment, as you can hear the sound of many people in the back.

"Felix? You there?"

There's still more noise of chatter in the back, when all of a sudden you hear a THUD, then the tone of someone hanging up.

You sigh, thinking that he must have been busy. You were kind of expecting a little message or something from him, it being your birthday and everything tomorrow.

You leave him a snap chat, saying

**You must be busy, so I wanted to say that I love you! Call me back when you can tonight, okay?**

It says that he's in the chat, but even after you wait 5 minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes...There's still no response. You feel uneasy, and kind of upset, so you decide to get up, get a glass of wine, and watch a movie in your living room.

It's not long after that you start to feel sleepy, so you decide to turn everything off and move to your room. You transfer the movie onto your TV, and decide to lay down and relax.

You find yourself constantly checking your phone, but still no reply from felix.

Is he purposely ignoring me..? But how did I upset him...

You can't help but continuously overthink it, so you decide to just put your phone down and go to bed. Your eyes start to water, so you constantly blink away the tears before you finally drift to sleep...

A little bit before the middle of the night, you notice the sound of your door opening. You don't open your eyes, but you think it's your cat, Mr, Dinkles, entering your room. You turn to lay on your other side, and slowly drift back to sleep, when...

"Surprise."

You hear a deep voice say. You instantly open your eyes, and it reveals felix, who's laying next to you, opening his arms, inviting a hug. Without a second going by, you push yourself into his arms. You can't help but squeal with you, as you say

"Felix!!! Oh my god, I thought you still had stuff to do at work, what are you doing here?-"

He takes one hand from your embrace and wipes you eye, seeing as they're red.

"Have you been crying..?"

He says, with a worried look on his face. You can tell by the tone in his voice as he says that, that he's a little upset.

"Oh, um."

You say looking down.

"Not too much, I was just worried that you were mad at me is all. But, I'm totally fine now..!"

You say, but then he pulls you into a deeper hug.

"I was never mad at you, I promise. I'm sorry I made you cry, and I'm sorry that I never responded."

You feel comfort in his words, and smile.

"It's okay, Felix. I know you've been busy, it's not bothering me anymore, I'm serious."

He sighs, but lets out a small chuckle.

"Actually, I was expecting you to be upset. You see, I was at the airport, trying to surprise you. I was going to ask you to come pick up someone I knew, but then my phone dropped. I tried to talk to you, but you weren't answering, so as soon as I looked at my phone screen, I realized it broke. I was really irritated.."

Your eyes widen slightly, then you can't help but laugh. Rather than a laugh, it as more of a...cackle.

Felix smirks, as he looks at you.

"What? You find this funny? Is my frustration amusing to you?"

He says, as he watches you laugh even more. He can't help but watch you, as your pretty face lights up with each moment you laugh. He puts a hand on your cheek, caressing it, as your laughs slowly but surely disappears.

You look him right in the eye, and give him a soft smile.

"You don't understand how much I missed you, your smile, your touch..."

He says, as he pulls his face close into mine. I give in to it, wrapping my arms around his neck, as he pulls me to be on top of his lap.

I passionately kiss him, as I feel his hands travel from my shoulders, to my hips, to my waist. My body shivers with excitement, as I let out small gasps between each kiss. I can tell he gets excited at this, because I can feel something bulging between his thighs.

He pauses, then looks at me, and says

"Hah...I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd be this excited about a kiss."

I let out a soft giggle, and say

"No need for apologies. I'll help you out a bit, yeah?"

you steadily get up from his lap, and move down towards the bottom of the bed. You tease his dick through his pants, as you slowly start to unzip them and pull it out.

"Hah...Y/N.."

He pants, looking down at me

"You're making me go crazy..."

you slowly put your mouth over the tip, circling your tongue around it, before you suddenly push it towards the back of your throat. He's pretty big, and by pretty big I mean HUMOUNGOUS. But, that doesn't stop you.

(You were DEFINTELY a throat goat.)

You can hear him let out grunts, pants, and low toned whimpers. You feel him coming closer, but you tease him by stopping when he's about to reach his climax.

"Ha-Hah...Huh? Y/N..."

His deep voice whines, as he looks at you.

"Please...don't tease me. I've been waiting so long..."

He looks down at you with a sweet but seductive look on his face, as he's begging you to let him finish. You give into that look, while letting him abruptly cum in your mouth. He's panting, and looking at you with eyes of lust.

You rub your eyes, indicating that you're tired.

"Shh...rest now."

He says, gently lifting you up to lay next to him.

"I wont leave you again, I can't handle being without you for that long..."

He gives you a little kiss on your forehead, as he quickly checks the time. It's 12:00. He smiles as he lays your head on his chest.

"Oh, and happy birthday."

#felix stray kids #felix x reader #felix

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pbandjesse · 9 months ago

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While this blog has always been about documenting my days and years, when something big happens in the world I have always tried to at least make a note about it. And today is one of those days.

At 130 last night a container ship lost power and struck the Francis Scott Keys bridge. Which caused it to collapse like it was made of tooth picks. At first they were saying 20 people could be dead. But right now 6 are missing. And putting that to the side for a moment, this bridge handles 25% of harbor traffic. And the boats in the harbor are trapped. No one in and no one out. The economic toll on the city is going to be outrageous.

So this was on my mind a lot today obviously. Jess would give me updates, since she was at her desk. But today was not all about the tragedy. It was honestly a pretty good day. I was able to be removed enough from what was happening.

I very very much did not sleep well. I struggled hardcore because my hands and arms hurt so much. I don't know if it's arthritis or carpal tunnel. But it was radiating pain from my shoulders down. And it was horrible. I was able to get some sleep but I woke up a lot. So when my alarm went off I wanted to cry. I was struggling. I would give myself an extra half hour and James wasn't pushing me on that. They were tired too.

When I finally got up I went to get washed and dressed. I started feeling a lot better. I went to my desk to do my makeup and that's when I picked up my phone and saw my Aunt Renee texted me to ask if I was okay. And I was like yeah?? And she was the one to tell me what 20 minutes from my house, that a bridge has collapsed. That people were dead. I was horrified.

James would drive me to work so they could have the car. I tried to not spend the entire drive looking at tiktoks about what was happening. But it was hard. And poor James was so tired. We got me to camp safe and James headed to go do laundry. They would come back for me later.

The morning would be spent at my desk. Just working through my lesson plans for the summer. I have the basic frameworks already from the fall, but now I'm filling out the forms they want me to use. And now that all the original info is in there I can start filling them in with more detailed instructions. Which will take a while but that's okay. I'm excited to have solid plans.

We had a lot happening at camp today. Groups that were renting spaces throughout camp. But we would only have programming with one of them. And not until the afternoon. But that didn't stop me from having interactions with them.

I was the only one in the office for a bit so I was fielding people coming to ask for directions. And later someone came to ask where the dumpsters were and they were already struggling to carry the very full trash bag. So I offered to get the gator and drive it over for them. And they were like. Oh my God you're so nice. I offered to get it in the morning too so they didn't need to worry. And plus I like driving the gator to fast.

I would go and take the trash and drive to fast and had music going and it was really nice. Like I just felt like things were good. My body still hurts but I was happy.

I would hang at my desk and eat lunch. And slowly people started coming for the field trip. Nick and Rachel. I took the gator to go set up slow ropes. And eventually everyone else went to set up their own areas.

Around 115 I went up to the hacienda to meet the group. I chatted with some of the adults. They said sleeping was really tough. Fair. The beds kind of suck. But I think they were still having fun, even if they were sore and sleepy.

And the kids were so nice. Sometimes with teenagers I am nervous but this group was so lovely. Like this could be have been really tough but they were great.

I walked them up to ground elements. My first group was small, 5 teens and 2 adults. And we started with whale watcher and they were pretty good at it. They made it for a minute and a half. Next we did the team walk and they did really good on that too. And finally we did low ropes itself and because they were such a small group we just did everything together and they did great. The werde silly and spoke in slang but a lot of fun.

With all the groups today I took them over to the horses for the last ten minutes. And they were so excited. Most of them had never seen a horse before and it was so cute. Every time I brought them over we had 3 or 4 different horses to pet and talk to and I got bumped in the head by some big horse snoots but it was more funny than anything.

I chatted with the adults and a few of them had ridden horses before! And wanted to know about trail rides and I gave them the info I knew. But I hope they come back. The one guy said he wants to take his friend for his birthday. That's so sweet.

The second group was much bigger. Ten kids and two adults. But we did the program the same way. They struggled more with the whale watcher because there were two boys who kept yelling at everyone. But it was fine. They got 25 seconds.

Team wall went good. My cheeks were hurting from laughing so hard. And when we got to low ropes I let them self direct and mostly supervised and that was good. Even if a few times the spotters let their people fall on the ground. Thankfully no one was seriously hurt.

The last group was the rowdiest but was really fun. And their adult was great. They did amazing on whale watcher and they got 3 minutes.

Team wall went okay. Except two of the boys were just very big. And the one did try but was not comfortable getting pulled up and I didn't want him to get hurt so I said he could step away. Even though their adult wanted him to push through, we agreed in the end that he didn't have to.

Ropes went fine. And the boys were having fun. When we were walking to the horse field they discovered I graduated in 2009 and they gasped and went "that's auntie age." Very forlornly. It was hilarious to me. They also did not understand what was "under the horse" and I was like. What? And they point again and I'm like. His bits?? And they were like you cut it off???? And I'm like what no! Horses bits are inside until needed, very discreet. And the boy goes. "He's just like me for real." Teenagers are hilarious.

As we were finishing names had texted me that they were at the office. I let them know where I was but they got a little confused and went to the Glen because apparently that is where low ropes used to be! I didn't know! Elizabeth called me on the walkie to let me know and we had silly banter about how James couldn't pass up the opportunity to see her and how she's a ray of sunshine. Silly.

I was really happy to see James. I was up on the ladder taking the ropes down. James would help me wrap them up and move the ladder. Which is my least favorite part so I appreciated that. And they filled me in on more updates about the boat. It is really hard to wrap your head around.

We walked back to the office, hand in hand. I felt tired, but really happy. James had gotten me a donut for the drive home. And I could see how tired they were and I insisted on me driving home.

And that was fun. After we got back to the office and I collected my stuff and James chatted with Heather and Nick and I told them about how good the groups were, me and James went home.

And it was a fun drive. James yelled at me for going to fast around trucks. I had music going very loud. And I was just happy being with my husband.

We got home and we were both tired. I would get changed and went to lay down. And James went to do their podcast.

At 7 I got up and started working on dying the dress I want to wear for Paul and Sam's wedding. I would also do some cleaning of snail eggs in the frog tank. I found this one piece of plastic in there that was coated in eggs??? Disgusting. I cleaned that thoroughly.

I got a little frustrated when James was still recording at 8. But I tried not to be mad even if I was a little. We were texting about it because it was mainly the other guys just talking about their guys for to long. Like I get it but I cannot imagine their partners are happy about how long they spend on these things. James is going to try and push for the. To have a shorter recording.

James would come down at 830 and made me a salad. They changed the kitty litter. And we talked and hung out at the island. And now we are in the couch. And I think soon it will be shower time and then sleep.

Tomorrow I hope to continue to work on lessons. And in the evening we are going the Fulwilers to see a classic film. Which I think will be fun. I hope me and James can be more rested.

I hope the families of the people who were lost in the bridge disaster are finding support in those around them. The road crew and their co workers. I really hope that we can have more clarity and the state can rally around the city and not treat Baltimore like a punchline.

I love you all. Be careful out there. Until next time.

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womansound · 1 year ago

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also nao and quinn, we're BUILDING THINGS tonight !!!!!!!!

SEND ME A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

* who’s the cuddler ? quinn! i think in general he’d be the more physically affectionate one, hanging off of nao and using them as his personal jungle gym. not that nao minds, obviously ! which is so dear to me !!! * who makes the bed ? im gonna say neither of them i’m sorry HKGJRNGR nao doesn’t really function like that, is of the mindset that at some point they’re going to be back in bed anyway, so what’s the point! * who wakes up first ? maybe nao ? it isn’t long though, just enough to get the coffee machine running before coming back to peck quinn awake :”) if they somehow manage to get up even earlier that’s a quick doodle of sleepy quinn in their sketchbook, i swear they’ve got a million of them at this point but whatever !! it’s their most recent favorite sight !! * who has the weird taste in music ? definitely quinn. nao’s music taste doesn’t diverge much beyond the same playlist of some 25 songs they put on when drawing, so quinn exposes them to all these different songs and genres and it’s kind of this whole new world they loveeee exploring ok !!! and they love exploring it with him !!!! * who is more protective ? quinn. nao says they’re strong and tough but haze and doie already beg to differ, what more quinn !! that is HIS baby thanks so much !! * who sings in the shower ? quinn. nao loves listening to it from the bedroom, or in the shower with him, or wherever. * who cries during movies ? nao is a WRECK each time! i think they’re a huge movie nut too so it’s so funny because they KNOW certain movies will make ‘em cry and yet continue to watch them anyway HBRKJNGRKLGR * who spends the most while out shopping ? nao lives to spoil their friends so i don’t think quinn would be any different! quinn mentions something offhandedly and nao just gets it for him without question, throws four of the same thing into their shopping cart before moving casually right along ! * who kisses more roughly ? nao, but mostly because it’s been a while since they’ve had someone hold/touch them like that ? but they’ve known from the beginning that they wanted to devour quinn alive, it’s not fair that someone is that pretty, they must do what they gotta do ! * who is more dominant ? quinn, but i feel like he’s gentle about it when he wants to be .. nao very much appreciates it though they like that in a man hehe ... 😌 * my rating of the ship from 1-10. LIKE SEVEN MILLIONNNNNNN ADA we’ve had them maybe 5 proper minutes and already im OBSESSED icb we DID IT AGAIN!

#{ 🤍 } ... 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 ... nao 𝐟𝐭 . quinn !#love them love them love them LOVE THEM #illctaffairs #the way i could go on forever as per ush

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thequeenofsastiel · 2 years ago

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I can't say what it's like for other subs--Luta knows way more than me--but as a deep sub, Luta is right. It's very, very hard for me to get by without a Dom. I have a strong need for commands to get me to accomplish my life goals. I highly avoid disobedience because disappointing my Dom is crushing and makes me want to cry. Hell, doing these reviews with Luta is enough to push me to get them out on time so I don't let her down. I wanted to go to sleep today after catching up on IWKY, and in any other circumstance that's exactly what I'd do. But Luta was waiting on me so I pushed past my sleepiness and got the review done first. And made sure it was as good as it could be.

I'm not sure what you mean when you say "physical relationship". If by that you mean sexual relationship, I'd argue that for most subs, the sexual aspect of a D/s relationship is the least important part. The most deep and meaningful D/s relationship I've ever had didn't involve any sex whatsoever. If by that you mean physical punishment, I would say that that doesn't necessarily need to involve actual pain. Even if Noey never punishes Thi with pain again, his very presence can be used as a physical punishment. Think about in ep 5, when Noey was in Thi's room and saw the insulting name Thi had written for him on his fish tank. Noey didn't hit him, but he did back Thi up against a wall, caging him with a fierce expression. The intimidation itself was the punishment. As I've mentioned in other posts, having a Dom to fear can be immensely helpful to subs who suffer from anxiety, which Thi clearly does.

And I'll agree with Luta, "love taps" is not the most respectful way to refer to physical punishment. I need punishment. Truly need it. If I don't accomplish what I'm supposed to, I need my Dom to punish me. If they don't, then I don't have that fear to depend upon to make me do things. It also makes me feel like they don't care about me.

And, like Luta said, when you're young and/or inexperienced in kink, being in each other's physical presence is extremely important. Subs ache to be near our Doms. Kneeling at my Dom's feet while they stroke my hair is the most relaxing thing in the world to me. It's the only time I feel truly at peace. Thi needs to be around Noey. It grounds him. It keeps his anxiety from controlling his life. The #1 indication of their kink relationship in ep 10 on Thi's side was the complete lack of anxiety on his part. Noey is keeping that at bay for him. You're right in that they can handle separation for short periods of time, but there's a huge difference between being "a phone call away" and a large physical distance away. The fact that they have the ability to be in each other's presence in minutes is what's the most important.

Apologies for the ramble, I just have lots of feels about this. Thanks for tagging me, Luta!

Hey Luta.

I’m thinking about the possibility of the time jump and forced separation as has been alluded to in the previews. Do you think that the fact that they are both so young, so their D/s relationship is more emotional / psychological, rather than physical would help them to be able to continue their dynamic long distance if needed to for a short period of time. As much as they are a lifestyle pair, their relationship isn’t 24/7, and they seem to be able to survive with brief separation when they need to focus on schoolwork, knowing that the other is still just a phone call away if they need to feel grounded.

Obviously adding time zones and air travel to the separation makes the distance feel ten times worse if either of them did get into trouble. But would not having a physical relationship between Dom and sub (beyond the love taps Noey gave Thi early on to help Thi deal with his fear and obey him) make separation easier? Especially if the relationship is stable enough that the sub trust the Dom enough to obey any commands even if miles away. Thi isn’t a brat, so he doesn’t need constant correction as he challenges his Dom Noey for attention.

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Hey Amos!!!

There was a lot wrong with what you just said. I'm really confused about where you got these ideas. A deep sub needs their Dom even more than a brat. Way more than a brat.

Then, if anything, the fact that they are young makes it worse. An adult can reason. I can be a Dom to an adult sub over the internet. I have stabilized plenty of adult subs. Just ask on here, and you'll have some people chime in.

Not kids this young. They're in the beginning stages of learning what they need to make them balance. I think you are trying to rationalize this like a vanilla relationship. You are incorrect and not recognizing that lifestyle D/s relationships think and need far different things than vanilla. Like we NEED it.

The support our relationships give each other is so hard to explain. I'm the safe spot that keeps a sub from spiraling. I can talk a sub of a cliff.

Their relationship is every bit 24/7 as mine. I work, and my husband works, but we stay in contact throughout the day. Hell, Noey picks up and drops off, Thi. They might not live together, but I bet you money they have dinner together.

Noey has physically disciplined, Thi and Thi accepted it. By the way, I know you didn't mean it, but the way you put down the punishments of Noey was insulting. I know it wasn't intentional, but let me explain. That is actually considered kink shaming. He wasn't love tapping his kid. He was disciplining his submissive. That discipline gives security and comfort to a submissive. It can calm their brain right the fuck out of anxiety. That's no minor thing.

Add in that Noey basically collared Thi. Have you ever seen what happens to a sub that has to take off their collar? They are often put on suicidal watch.

They were both suffering prior to each other. Noey was a thug and Thi was getting bullied all the time. If they had never met, Noey would have stayed a thug and maybe Thi would have made it till he found another Dom. Now that they know that they can be balanced. It's different. Noey would have fewer issues than Thi, who as a deep sub would spiral faster than a brat.

@thequeenofsastiel as a deep sub, can explain better, but she actually needs the stability of commands more than a brat.

I'm telling you, a sub spiraling is a scary thing. I don't think you are comprehending just how bad it can get. They need us to make decisions and control. I can do that for an adult over the internet, but a kid. Just learning how it is to be stabilized. Yeah, no. Thi would in real life spiral. Which would mean depression then physical health issues.

#my asks #i will knock you #noeythi #noeythi meta

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mayabooowrites · 2 years ago

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I'm home I promise||H.P

Summary: someone requested my story I'm almost home I promise I write where Harry comes back so sure I will why not

First part: I'm almost home I promise

You were putting James to sleep it's been 5 months since you had James and people came to you and said Harry died

Sacrificing himself to destroy Voldemort

You were still in denial but it was getting harder and harder to be in denial and not accept it

"Look James mommy needs to go to bed too so please sleep." You say as James wasn't behaving and being fussy tonight

You were too tired to care right now your raising him alone you don't have Harry to help you your alone

James reaches his arms up as he lays in his cot wanting up

You sigh and pick him up and he clings to you

"Ok you can stay with me James it's ok I don't think I can sleep well tonight anyways." You say and you go to your bed and lay down holding James as he was falling asleep now that he was in his mothers arms

You chuckle as it reminded you of Harry about how he could be tossing and turning all night go to your dorm cuddle you and instantly fall asleep

"Ok you can sleep beside me again."

After a few minutes you start to drift off to sleep when you hear a sound outside your window and open your eyes wide awake now

James was fast asleep so you hold him tighter nervous about the noise you heard

You then hear a voice say a spell and the window unlocked and you were in shock what do you do again? Your mind went blank but as they lift open the window and starts to climb inside

You scream waking up James causing him to cry and then they run inside

"No don't cry y/n it's just me please." Harrys voice says and you open your eyes wait Harry? He's actually here

You wanted to jump up and hug him but you couldn't and just rub James back as you use your wand and do lumos

Harrys eyes adjust to the light and once they do and you light up yourself Harry stares at the little 5 month old boy in your arms

Harry falls to his knees as he was so tired he looked so rough but that smile on his face as he looked at the little 5 month old lit up his whole face that seemed like it was so traumatized a few seconds earlier

"Ah so that was my surprise." Harry says leaning his head on the bed so sleepily but so happy now

You lift his head up and pull him into a kiss and he kisses you back so happy to be back in your arms and you were just happy he was alive

"I never gave up you were alive I did what you asked and just kept waiting one more day I knew one day you'd come home." You say and Harry was crying tears streaming down his face

"I'd never leave you darling." Harry says and you smile happily

"Well you need a shower before I even think of letting you hold James your dirty and stink." You say and Harry smiles as you hold him next to you

"I just wanna lay here I'm so sleepy and ache everywhere." Harry says and you put James who fell asleep in his cot and help Harry up to the bathroom and wash the dirt off his face with a cloth "I missed you." Harry says so sleepily as you had to keep him from falling

"Harry what happened." You ask and Harry opens his eyes but you were blurry as his glasses were off as you cleaned his face

"I died along with Voldemort but then I woke up I was in a forest I was confused, I didn't know how long I was passed out I was hungry thirsty and had the worst headache in the world. But I got up and stumbled around the forest and somehow made my way here knowing I have to get back to you, going to the last place I knew you were and it was late my mind went can't wake her up so I came through your window like I did when I sneaked here to see you." Harry says and you were shocked how did he end up in a forest? Hermione said he died in front of Hogwarts

"You're safe now I got you." You say as you draw a hot bath for him as he was ice cold who knows how long he was laying in the forest unconscious

Harry leans on you so tired and just feeling so safe now like he can finally fall asleep

You help him get undressed and into the bathtub where he seemed to immediately stop shivering and you run downstairs and get food and water for him and and thankfully you hadn't woken up your family yet

You get back to Harry and feed him

"Thank you y/n I love you so much." Harry says and you lean over and kiss him and he kisses you back

"I love you too." You say and Harry caresses your cheek

"I am happy to have a family with you now I'm glad I'm back so I can enjoy it and watch James grow up." Harry says as he just relaxes knowing he's safe now he's ok your beside him

"I'm glad your back too." You say and Harry opens his eyes and looks at your direction and shakily puts a hand on your cheek again, just so happy to be able to touch you an feel you again

After Harry gets out of the bath later as you had went to go calm down James since he woke up and cried. Harry did also finish eating feeling better and having more strength he walks into your room and sees you holding James, and Harry walks over and sits on your bed and you want James to him and he smiles so happily

"Hi James I'm late I know but I'll never be late again I will always be there for you now I promise." Harry says smiling down at the little baby his son Harry was so happy he's still here so he can be with his son and you and been a family like he dreamed of

James yawns and stretches in the blankets as Harry holds him just laying in the bed with you beside him his son in his arms and just feeling so at peace and happy

"Promise me to never leave me again." You say as you were holding Harry's hand so tightly so worried of him disappearing again

Harry leans over and kisses you and you kiss him back never wanting it to end having to pull away when James stretched again in his sleep

"Never I'm home I promise."

#fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #harry potter #fanfic #x reader #xreader fanfiction #harrypotter #harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry x reader #harry j potter #harry james potter x reader

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suna-reversed · 4 years ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen hcs- “please don’t leave”

alt. title- needy late night moments

Characters- Yuji, Gojo, Sukuna, Megumi

Tags- angst if you squint but mainly fluff

Yuji-

- You fell asleep on him while watching a horror movie late night.

- His one hand clutched the popcorn bowl, the other coming around to cradle your head subconsciously as your body slumped over into his side.

- His main task for the next hour was to not move a single muscle in fear you’d wake up and go inside the bedroom to sleep.

- He’s just been a little touch starved and liked the warmth you were radiating.

- His task proves to be quite difficult considering he was watching a horror movie with jump-scares every two minutes.

- It takes 5 failed attempts at Yuji trying not to jolt up whenever something pops up for you to finally stir awake, and you find your eyes meeting with the absolutely terror filled ones of your lover.

- “Please don’t leave” he whispers in a voice that makes your heart break. You end up taking that as him being scared of the movie

- Still in a sleepy daze, you crawl over into his lap, affectionately nosing at his neck while his strong arms come around to hold you tightly,

- “I’m not going anywhere. I’m right here mmkay?” A smile of pure tenderness forms across Yuji’s face, soon enough turning into choking laughter as you sleepily mumble, “I’m ready to throw hands with them dead people”

- “Zombies, babe. They’re zombies.”

- “The only thing they’ll be once I’m done with them is...dead” You slur out that last part, falling back into slumber with a small smile on your face as you feel Yuji shake with silent laughter, his hand coming up to gently pat the back of your head,

- “Thank you baby, I’d throw hands with zombies for you any-day too.”

Gojo Satoru

- You rolled over in the empty bed for the thousandth time that night. You had learned long before that on most nights you’ll be sleeping without your Satoru.

- So what was different today? Maybe it was the fact that he had informed you of his return. But it had been 2 days since then, and Gojo had never not shown up the same day that he’d told you he was coming back.

- Despite knowing the man you loved was practically undefeatable by most, your mind had considered every single possibility, from him getting captured by a curse to him tripping over and falling into an abandoned sewage line.

- Your stomach churned with anxiety as you considered whether calling Nanami this late to check on Gojo would be a good idea.

- You were halfway into typing his number when you heard the familiar click of the door unlocking, your feet carrying you to the front door faster than your mind could process it.

- And there he was. The bag of sweets he gets you each time in his left hand as he apprehended you with a raised brow and cocky look,

- “Couldn’t sleep without me sweetheart?”

- He was met with eerie silence as you continued to stare at him. Your sleep deprived mind still processing that he was home. He was safe.

- Gojo immediately sensed that something was wrong, but before he could react, you were walking towards him, crashing into his arms as he brought his hands around you when-

Thump!

- Did you just...punch his chest?

- “I was- I was so scared” you sniffed into his chest. “...you idiot.”

- Gojo’s heart twisted in pain as he heard a sob escape you, his arms tightening around you as he rested his chin on your head. He let you cry it out, gently picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom in midst of you murmuring various swear words at him

- He finally felt you beginning to calm down as he tucked you in the on your side of the bed. But, as he pulled away, he felt a hand clutch onto his wrist,

- “Please don’t leave” you said, your voice quivering.

- “Baby...” he said with a gentle voice, “I’m just going to go change, okay? I’m not going anywhere”

- Even as Gojo changed, he felt your eyes digging into his back like he’d disappear if you let him out of sight for even a moment.

- He quickly pulled on a pair of sweats, opting to not wear a shirt as he moved into bed with you, your limbs immediately coming to wrap around him.

- You laid in silence for a while

- “y/n?” You hummed in acknowledgement, face still buried in his chest

- “I’m always going to come back home to you my love. That’s a promise okay?”

- You nodded in response, eyes turning glassy once more as Gojo leaned forward to pepper kisses all over your forehead, cheeks, and nose.

- Gojo lifted his blindfold as he felt your breathing slow down, his ocean eyes filled with utmost adoration as he simply let himself admire your sleeping form.

Sukuna

- The curse found itself being stuck in its vessel at the most useless of times. -

- After a late night mission when the brat crashed at your surveillanced apartment, while you completed the formalities and paperwork to submit to Nanami the next morning.

- Walking out of the guest room, Sukuna found himself amused by your ability to fall asleep in the weirdest of places

- Currently, you sat hunched over the kitchen table, head resting sideways in your arms, tiny snores leaving your mouth as your eyes remained shut.

- The curse looked back to a few days ago when it had found itself in it’s vessel’s body unwillingly again, a strange warmth curled in his left side. Looking down, he had realised that the strange warmth came from your huddled up body.

- You had immediately snapped open your eyes and moved away as soon as he had let out a low chuckle.

- So this time, he approached you carefully. But even then, he had expected you to sense someone’s presence so close next to you.

- But there was no reaction from you, even as he pulled the chair right next to you and sat down on it.

- “Oi brat”

- Still no response.

- Oh, had you finally let your guard down?

- A dozen different malicious ideas filled Sukuna’s mind, but he found himself simply sitting there, awaiting for a reaction from you.

- He wondered how you could sleep so comfortably on what was practically a wooden slab. And he found his answer questioned as he curiously leaned down on his own arms, facing you, your noses merely an inch away as he regarded your calm face with a raised brow.

- He had imagined you to be snarky and biting at him even in your sleep.

- Why had he imagined you sleeping at all?

- He found himself avoiding the question.

- He stilled as your eyes fluttered open, a cocky smile making it’s way on his lips as he awaited your fear filled eyes.

- Instead, he found you simply staring back at him, the most of a reaction being you furrowing your brows slightly

- He didn’t know whether he was a little offended by your lack of response or highly unsettled by your piercing gaze. Nonetheless, he found himself turning his head away, almost in a petty childlike manner.

- Why did he not get up and leave?

- He felt a hand come to the back of his head, and his senses instantly got ready to go into offensive mode.

- But this was something much much worse than an attack.

- He found your fingers gently brush over his hair, almost like you were absorbing it’s softness into your fingertips. The breaking point was you gently scratching his head with your nails. He almost purred.

- But he also found his own hand coming up to grip your wrist, stilling your hand in place.

- “What-are-you-doing?” He emphasised each word as he turned his towards you again, hand still holding yours above his head.

- You continued to stare at him with a look he didn’t quite understand,

- “Your hair is...soft” You slurred your words a little, wiggling your fingers that were trapped in his hand. He let go, only to find you entangling your hand back into his hair, quite shamelessly this time as you closed your eyes once again.

- He didn’t know whether it was the tiredness of that night or simply your sleepiness, but you didn’t acknowledge it the next day. He chose not to either even though he had spent all night thinking of how he’d get to tease you with this.

- But, the king of curses did find himself leaning more towards you whenever you were in his presence. Your hand brushing with his every now and then. Him gently tugging on a strand of hair before tucking it behind your ear and you letting him. Staying right there if he woke up with you on his shoulder while on the train back from a mission.

- Eventually, you show up to Yuji’s room on a day much similar to the night where you first touched the curse, eyes sunken and shoulders slumped, desperate for any sort of comfort and almost relieved at the fact that he was there.

- He was taken back as you climbed into the bed, arms wrapping around him, hands going straight to tangle themselves in his hair as you buried your face in his chest.

- “Please don’t leave”

- He found his own arms pulling you further into him because who was he to deny you when your touch felt so divine?

Megumi

- Getting a call from Megumi at 2 am after you had just returned from a mission was the last thing you had expected

- Megumi had grown considerably close to you for a boy who didn’t always wear his emotions on his sleeve.

- However, perhaps it was the fact that you had ended up giving him a tiny huge scare by going missing for a few hours on the mission

- It wasn’t anything major, you had gotten injured and accidentally strayed off the path you were ordered to follow

- Nonetheless, the news had reached the school, particularly Megumi, who was halfway out, ready to go and save you from whatever had taken you when the message had come that they had found you unconscious in some corner of the forest. He had only left the infirmary after being assured countless times that you were fine and being pulled away by Yuji.

- Still, he found his mind running and all he wanted was to hear your voice to make sure you were okay.

- He honestly hadn’t expected you to pick up, but he hadn’t known that the nurse had allowed you to go back to your dorm once you woke up.

- So he found himself speechless as he heard your voice

- “...Megumi? Is everything okay?”

- “Yes” he murmured.

- “The nurse told me you were there with me for quite a while…”

- There was a beat of silence before he said,

- “You scared me”

- He immediately hung up after that.

- You knew that it was difficult for him to express such emotions and so you found your feet carrying you to the front of his door

- You weren’t exactly sure of what you were going to do, but you didn’t have to figure that out as the door opened in your face, Megumi gesturing for you to come in.

- As soon as you shut the door, you felt your body being pulled into his warm embrace. You sighed, taking in his familiar scent of night-chilled mist and cedar as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

- You eventually ended up on his bed, limbs tangled with each other under the sheets as he traced random patterns onto your arm to convey the words he couldn’t say, till he fell asleep.

- You found yourself noticing the time, sighing as you got ready to go back to your dorm, but Megumi noticed the slight movement,

- “Angel...” he murmured sleepily, nuzzling his head into your neck, “Please don’t leave.”

- Your heart melted at his words and the consequences of sleeping in another student’s room seemed to fade from your mind as you tightened your grip on him,

- “Never”

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