#i did this in like 24 hours so i'm sorry if it's rushed but i decided that i really wanted to get them in even if it was a little sketchy

[recurring-polynya]

Bleach Returns 2024 - Day 1 - Fave Character

Kuchiki Rukia and Abarai Renji don't make me choose between them i refuse

[writing-fanics]

More Than Anything

Lucifer Morningstar x F!Reader

[summary: final battle lives lost but the show must go on!]

Masterlist > chapter I > chapter ii > chapter iii > chapter iv

[a/n: since it’s technically been a month Lucifer and Y/n’s relationship has blossomed but not into a romantic one just yet. Just maybe the occasional flirting but I will have flashbacks to moments to have it not feel rushed.]

[also y/n likes making cursed animal combinations like a dolphin with wings.. being in hell for a month has brought her out of her shell so much she’s much happier. also the reader is whatever height you are, but to me she's slightly taller than Lucifer. sorry if this seems rushed.. its alot of work y/n trained with vaggie in weapon combat. she also kinda had help from lucifer. if ya'll want I'll write another side chapter about what lucifer and her did in combat..]

word count: 3,789 {6-7 pages)

[warning: major spoilers for episode 7-8: mentions of sex: slight smut in the end (full poorly written smut in side chapter): death spoilers:

song

[Y/n] helped prepare the hotel while Charlie and Vaggie were out, she still couldn't help but think that if it all were to end tomorrow. Should she confess her feelings to Lucifer. She tried but failed weeks ago, and now with extermination day being 24 hours away. But even then would it even matter, if she did? If they were going to die what's the point? But then..

"Ugh, why do feelings have to be so complicated?!" She groaned to herself, as she helped fortify the hotel. In her own thoughts. Yet, she remembered how awkward Lucifer was acting this morning when they were eating breakfast. It could've been because of extermination day in the next 24 hours or maybe something else?

"A-Are you okay?" She asked worriedly, at Lucifer. Who scoffed in response and smiled nervously, "Y-Yeah, I'm alright fine perfectly fine." He sweats, as he looked at her nervously.

He watched as she left the manor to go help his daughter and the hotel prepare, and cursed to himself.. God, he was absolutely infatuated with her and couldn't even confess his feelings, for her. What if she dies? No don't think that he couldn't even bare the thought of losing her again.

He reached into his pocket and revealed the rubber duck with butterfly wings, and started at it softly.

[ Flashback ]

[Y/n] bit down on her lower lip, as she tried to make her first rubber duck. Squinting her eyes as she tried, to attach some butterfly wings. She smiled, jumping out of her chair in her guest room and ran down the hallway. She bursts into the room,“Lu, I did it!” She exclaimed, holding the rubber duck in her hands. Flapping its wings occasionally lifting itself off the palm of her hand. Flapping its wings.

“Wow, you did an even better job than me.” He said, causing her to blush. But shaking her head, “Nah, yours are way better.” She said, smiling looking at him.

She looked down at the rubber duck nervously, the extermination was only a few days away and people were preparing for a bloodbath a massacre, an all out war.

“I-I..” She sighed and downcasted at the ground, before shaking her head and smiled. “I made caramel apple pancakes.” She said, smile and Lucifer’s eyes lit up.

“Why didn’t you just say so!” He exclaimed, before she knew it he was already out the door of his study. Towards the delicious caramel apple pancakes.

She smiled sadly, looking down at the rubber duck. Pressing the secret button on its wing. “I love you!” It said its robotic child like voice exclaimed, and she looked down sadly. “I feel butterflies in my stomach when I’m with you,” she clenched her fist, almost crushing the duck but stopped. Looking at it sadly, “I really am pathetic.” she sighed, she walked over towards the shelf.

That had a rubber duck with similar top hat, to that of Lucifer and hesitantly placed it beside it. On the shelf, before backing away and leaving going downstairs to eat breakfast with Lucifer.

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Lucifer entered his study after [Y/n] had left, to help prepare for war being a recently fallen angel and all. He sat at his desk, he glanced over at the shelf. Noticing a new rubber duck, figuring she must’ve placed it there.

He admired it in awe, the translucent butterfly wings. He remembered how much she loves butterflies, he remembered when she joked about combining the two. A Duckerfly. A duck with wings. Even then she was absolutely adorable, her jokes always seemed to make him laugh.

He titled his head noticing a hidden button on its wings, pressing it curiously. “I’m a duck with wings!” The duck said, and he chuckled.

“Duckerfly!”

“I love you!”

He stopped for a moment, processing what the duck had just said. Pressing the button again, “I get butterflies when I’m with you,” His heart seemed to skip a beat, he pressed it again.. and again and again. Until it looped back to it saying, ‘I love you.’

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[Y/n] smiled as she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around Charlie. “Thank you for everything,” thanked Charlie, looking up at the older woman smiling. "Ever since I was little," She said, looking up at her, "The stories, my dad used to tell me about you inspired me." and the older woman, looked at her and smiled her heart swelling with joy.

She chuckled softly, "When I was in heaven, I thought he'd forgotten about me." said [Y/n], her gaze soften as she reminisced of memories of the past. "Seems, it was quite the opposite who could've thought he'd tell stories of me to his own daughter." She said, smiling as she took Charlie by both hands.

She looked down at her, "You're like the child I've always wanted but never had," She said, the princess of hell couldn't help but chuckle, reminding her of the weird rivalry both her father and Alastor had.

"But, I'm not trying to replace your mother." She reiterated, "Not at all, I just want you to know. That I'm always here for you." She said, looking at her. Charlie pulled back from the hug, "I can see why my dad likes you so much," said Charlie, causing the woman in front of her cheeks to go red.

"Ah...Um.." She mumbled, but Charlie placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled, "It's okay, I think the two of you would be cute together." said Charlie, smiling. Even though she missed her mom Lilith, and that her dad might still possibly miss her. She couldn't help but notice even though on the small instances, her and her dad have spoke before all this.

She could see how happy he was having [Y/n] here, in Hell. She noticed the occasional flirting. Yes, it might sound weird but she loved seeing her dad happy more than anything. "U-Um, thank you." stammered [Y/n].

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[Y/n]'s eyes widened as the force-shield shattered, but she snapped back as an exorcists attacked her and she could've sworn, she heard her shout traitor. She made quick use of her weapon, and ended the exorcists life by cutting off her head.

Patches of her clothes covered in yellow ichor, a tiny cut on her cheek she sustained when fighting an exorcists. But slowly, everything seemed to go downhill as the one who was supposed to take care of Adam. Alastor had suddenly disappeared leaving Charlie to fear the worst.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened in horror as Sir Pentious' airship was destroyed, right before everyone's eyes. "No!" Charlie wailed, as tears brimmed her eyes in shock. She'd barely gotten to know Sir Pentious, in the month she was in Hell.

But, he seemed like a good person who genuinely wanted to redeem himself. Who gave trust to his friends. and in the end made the ultimate sacrifice. Gripping the weapon tightly in her hands, she charged towards Adam.

Almost impaling him, but he dodged out of the way. "Why look who it is?" He said, looking down at her mockingly. She glared at him, "Why isn't it little miss traitor." He said, and she snarled gritting her teeth as she lunged towards him, but he laughed and dodge.

"Wow, you look even worse than you did in Heaven." He mocked, and she pursed her lips eyes filled with rage. As she dodged his attacks, "Says the arrogant bastard who let himself go after Eden," She spat, and he glared at her sending a beam that almost hit her.

But wasn't so lucky about the next one, causing her to groan in pain. "Wow, you really suck at this don't you." He laughed, god she wanted to rip out his fucking tongue. "Do you ever stop fucking talking?!" She shouted, angrily.

Adam dodged her attacks as she sent them his way. Swiftly flying out of the way angering her, as her eyes started glowing as she swings at him with the angelic weapon. She glared at him angrily, “All this for a dick you can’t suck!” shouted Adam, and she glared at him angrily. Gritting her teeth, “Ugh! Fuck you.” she spat. Missing him once again.

“You really are pathetic you know that?” He laughed. Before she could even react a yellow beam, struck her already bleeding side. Gold ichor dripping from the wound, her movement faltering, "S-Shut the fuck up!" She shouted angrily, but a blast sent her flying backwards. Causing her to crash into, the hotel knocking her unconscious.

“Y/n!” Charlie shouted, watching as she plummet to the ground. But she didn’t, and felt a pair of arms wrap around her holding her, she looked up and smiled. She quickly wrapped her arms around him, “Lu,” She whispered.

Then her eyes widened, “Please tell me you didn’t hear that.” She looked embarrassed, cheeks red. Lucifer cocked his head to the side,“Not all of it just the, a dick you can’t suck part.” He said, her cheeks bright red. How she wanted to curl up into a ball and hide in a cave.

She pursed her lips inward and groaned, “I would kiss you now-” Her cheeks turned red, as a tomato as he said that. Even more so as he looked down at her with a mischievous grin, “But, we can do that later.” He said, a grin on his face then turning to are at Adam.

Glaring at him as well as she pulled away from Lucifer, “I’ll take you up on that offer, but first.” She clicked her tongue, gripping her weapon as she glared at Adam.

Seething her teeth, as she gripped the weapon tightly. “Let’s get this fucker.” She spat, with swift speed flying off towards the angel.

Lucifer smiled watching as she flew off, “That’s my girl,” He smiled, as the two of them flew off towards Adam. Following after her, the look of anger on his face seeing his daughter in danger.

Lucifer cackled as he looks down at Adam, dodging his attacks."So, this is what you've been up to since Eden?" said Lucifer, a he flew around him."Gotta say, you really let yourself go buddy." He said, as he transformed into a snake. Adam grabbing him by the tail, and trying to throw him. But before he could Lucifer transforms into a duck. "You judgin' me? You're the most hated being in all of creations." Adam shouted, angrily at him.

"Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer." said Lucifer, using his fingers to make a 'V' shape bringing it to his lips. "or the second. Bow-chicka-wow-wow." said Lucifer, as he makes a thrusting motion in the air. Angering Adam, "I'll fucking end you!!" Adam shouted, as he chased after Lucifer.

[Y/n] flew up towards them, she laughed mischievously, as she transformed into different animals. Teasing him, “For someone who calls himself dick master, your own wives didn’t even want yours!” She laughed, grinning as you transformed into a dolphin with wings.

She slapped him using the tail across the face. Smiling mischievously, “Ugh! You bitch!” He shouted, angrily trying to grab her but she ducked. Flying away swiftly.

“The bully gets bullied,” She cackled, making faces at him before disappearing in a poof of yellow clouds. She giggled, as Lucifer took her by the hand. And the two of took pride in dancing to dodge, Adam’s attacks. “Oh, can’t catch us..” The two of them teased.

“That duck you left me,” He said, as the two of you disappeared from Adam, dodging his attacks. Her cheeks turned red as she looked at him, “I love you too,” He said, and her heart swelled with joy. Really was he saying this now?!

Adam gagged in disgust, “Stop moving you freaks!” Adam shouted, causing the king of hell to shake his head, “Hey, I’m trying to confess my love over here!” shouted Lucifer, causing her cheeks to turn even redder. Adam growing angrier, as he glared at them.

Adam groaned in anger, as he sent a beam of yellow ichor towards them. But Lucifer holding [Y/n] close protectively, as he swiftly pulled her out of the way. “Charlie!” She shouted worriedly, and swiftly as she said that Lucifer was off towards his daughter.

[ slight time skip ]

[Y/n] placed her hand on her bleeding side, as she stood up to her feet. Glaring at Adam as she stood beside everyone else, "You don't get to end this." Adam said, as he stood to his feet weakly. Climbing out of the hole, "I'm fucking Adam! I'm the fucking man," He shouted, looking at the sinners and demons in front of him, "and you're just some fucking clown or something." He spat, glaring at them.

"I started everything on Earth." He shouted, rambling. "All of mankind came from theses fucking nuts." He shouted, staring at them. While they just stood their listening to his tantrum, "You all should be worshipping me." He screamed.

"you ungrateful, disgusting fucking losers!" He shouted,Adam wails, and everyone stars at him in shock seeing the dagger protruding from his stomach. "Hey, you got something sticking out of your..your thing there." said Lucifer, pointing nonchalantly at the dagger sticking out of his stomach.

Adam fell forward, revealing Niffty holding the blade in her hands. "Niffty?" Charlie said in shock. Niffty sat there for a moment before, "Stab! Stab! Stab!" Niffty shouted, as she laughed manically. As she continued to stab him repeatedly. "Blood! ha ha ha!" She laughed, a crazed look in her eyes.

Lute screamed, as she rushed towards Adam turning him over as he died. Crying over her friend and leader, who sent her a final smile before dying. "It's over," Charlie and [Y/n], said glaring down at Lute.

"Take your little friends," said Lucifer, as he glared at Lute angrily in his demon form, "and go home." He shouted, is voice distorted and demonic. "Please.!" He asked, relaxed and calm yet with a sinister tone to his voice. Everyone watched, as the exorcists retreated back to heaven.

Lucifer sighed and turned back towards everyone, "Alright who wants some pancakes." asked Lucifer, as he wrapped an arm around [Y/n]'s waist. "This lovely lady right here makes some delicious, caramel apple pancakes." He said, a huge grin on his face. She smiled sheepishly, as she looked at everyone. Niffty raised her hand. "But first, I need to get this bandaged." She said, looking at the others smiling softly as she pointed at the wound.

She winced in pain as she climbed, over the rubble. “I’m okay,” She smiled, looking at Lucifer. She looked over towards Charlie, as she stared at the destroyed hotel. Everyone looked at her sadly, as she stared at the destruction and bloodshed that the war had caused. Holding KeeKee in her arms, she looked down at the banner they had made for Sir Pentious month's ago. Tears welled up in Charlie's eyes, realizing the ultimate sacrifice.

"He did it for us, the ultimate sacrifice," Charlie sang, as she choked back a sob. Vaggie placed her hand on her shoulder, "He gave me his trust, and look how we pay the price," She sang, as she walked away. She looked around at the cranage and destruction, "This bloodshed could have been avoided." She sang sadly, even though they won. She felt as if in a way it was all for nothing with the lives that were lost, "If I convinced Heaven to work together," She sang, tearfully.

She walked over towards the ledge, revealing the destroyed Hazbin Hotel and what remains, "I took a hotel and I destroyed it," She sang sadly, seeing the damage she couldn't help but blame herself for, "I know I could have done better." She sang, as she hugged her self tears welling up in her eyes, as she fell to her knees. "Better, instead of letting you down," She sang, looking down at the ground.

 'Come on little lady, why the frown?' Lucifer sang, as he looked down at his daughter, placing a hand on his shoulder. 'In the last ten-thousand years. You're the first one to change this town' He sang, standing up on his feet getting in front of her, 'You can do this, now I know it!' He sang, placing his hand underneath Charlie's chin. 'For your story has just begun'

"You can't quit now, hell, you owe it," [Y/n] sang, as she smiled at Charlie warmly, "There's still damage to be undone," sang Lucifer, as he smiled at his daughter.

"You've changed my mind," He sang.

"You've touched their hearts." sang [Y/n].

"Found the good in souls gone bad"

"The stage is wrecked, the crowd is gone,"

Lucifer looked at his daughter triumphantly, and sang."But by God, Charlie!" [Y/n]wrapped an arm around her, "The show, it must go on" Lucifer and [Y/n] sang, Charlie looked up towards her friends.

“We can do this!” Charlie’s friends sang, as they looked down at her smiling comforting her, making the best of the situation. “We can build it!” everyone sang, smiling at her.

‘Best hotel that you’ve ever seen!’

‘Twice the bedrooms’

‘We can fill it’

“With more sinners than you can dream,” Lucifer sang, as he wrapped an arm around [Y/n]’s waist, a slight tint of red appearing on her cheeks. “It starts with you, you know, it's true.” They sang, as they looked down at her smiling. Hopeful despite the hotel being destroyed, despite the sinners lost.

“Fulfill your destiny!” Charlie looked at her friend, and wiped away her tears and smiled looking at them. “So long as I've got all of you with me!” Charlie smiled, as she wrapped her arms around them.

[Y/n] spreads her wings and smiles, as she flies around. Helping everyone work on rebuilding the hotel. From scratch to be grander than ever. As she sang to help rebuild the hotel she, still couldn’t believe that he loved her back. Almost feeling like a dream that he told her he loved her back. Her heart still skipping a beat, as a wave of relief seemed to wash away.

After a seemingly endless period of wallowing in self-pity, she had finally found happiness with him. With him by her side, she was filled with a sense of anticipation for what was to come in the future.

Suddenly, he scooped her up in his arms like a bride, and she let out a yelp of surprise. As he leaned down towards her, she felt his lips against hers, and a soft gasp escaped her. Her body tensed up in response as her heart began to pound against her chest, overcome with a mixture of nervousness and relief. Her eyes slowly fluttering shut as she melted into the kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning more into the kiss.

He whispered into her ear, causing her to shudder and turn beet red. Despite her flustered demeanor, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Furrowing her eyebrows as she looked at him, and playfully leapt out of his arms.

Transforming into a duck with butterfly wings, and flying off. Lucifer chasing after her, as she switched between each forms giggling, as they continued to help rebuild the hotel. She smiled, as magic flew through her fingers butterflies flew around the hotel glowing with yellow ichor.

Everyone stood at the portrait of Sir Pentious, memorial saluting the great general who sacrifed himself for his friends. “We can do this,” everyone sang, as they stared at the portrait mourning the loss. But a smile on their face, knowing that his sacrifice guaranteed them a better and hopeful future towards redeeming sinner.

“We can do this,” Charlie sang, as she stared at the “We'll be better,” everyone sang smiling, as they remembered Sir Pentious. Saluting their fallen friend.

“We'll be better,”

‘Though redemption may take a while’

“Though it may take a while,” Charlie sang, smiling as [Y/n] placed her hand in her shoulder.

‘Wayward sinners, clear their ledger’

‘And we're doing it with a smile’ Alastor sang, as he appeared between them. Charlie’s eyes lighting up smiling, as she hugged him. “Yeah!” everyone except Lucifer, smiled as they looked towards Alastor.

‘We made a difference, wait and see’

‘We're gonna do this, you and me.’ Charlie and Vaggie sang, as they hugged eachother.

As they walked out towards the courtyard with a hopeful smile. [Y/n] smiled as Lucifer took her hand into his squeezing, she looked down at him and smiled. Fireworks lit up the red sky of hell, as they looked at the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel.

Lucifer used his magic shrinking the key, and handing it to Charlie. Who smiled looking at the hotel, “And then tomorrow, it will be a fuckin’ happy day in Hell!” They all sang, as they looked at the newly completed and rebuilt grander than ever. Hazbin Hotel.

[side chapter sneak peek]

Lucifer and [Y/n}, had left suddenly after saying goodbye to Charlie and everyone saying they needed some. "rest" But Angel knew all to well, he saw right past through it. "Yeah, they're about to fuck." Angel said, earning a groan of disgust from everyone. In particularly, Charlie. "Ew, that's my dad." said Charlie, in disgust looking up at Angel Dust.

"What? It's pretty obvious!" He exclaimed, folding his arms across his chest. Before looking off in the distance curiously, "I wonder what kind of kink the Short King is into." He wondered curiously, he took notice of the apples.

Charlie covered her ears, while everyone started walking off. "He's definitely into food play, whipped cream and apples." Angel continued, and "Lala! I can't hear you!" Charlie shouted, as she walked off. "Hey, Charlie give me Y/n's number so I can ask!" He shouted, running after her, "No!" shouted Charlie, as she walked towards the hotel.

"Aw, come one I need to know!" Angel shouted, chasing after Charlie.

meanwhile.. in lucifer's room{ya'll will get the actual smut later so rn its the morning after}

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open and he was met with the most wonderous sight, of [Y/n] and her crinkled up nose as she slept letting out the occasional snore. He smiled softly, as he brushed his fingers against her cheek causing her to smile. His heart seemed to flutter, how did he get so lucky?

"Aw, Lucifer." She said playfully, looking at him as he attacked her neck with kisses, "I've gotta make breakfast." She said, and he nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. "Mm, not yet." He said, as he pulled her underneath the covers. She was in for a long morning.

a/n: no y/n didn't know that Lilith was in heaven im not kidding. She had no idea, but with her coming into play for season 2. There will def be some drama stirring, if she's a villian or not.

also lemme know if theres any gaps so i can go back and fix them.

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[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Play with fire- LN4 X Fem reader

Pairing: Lando x Y/n Fewtrell Warnings: None, pretty much just fluff. Notes: Quick blurb that just came to mind. As always, feedback is really appreciated and receiving requests,

"Ugh, you actually have to be here?" Max was 24 but when he talked to you it was as if you were 8 and 12 again.

"You didn't have to put your streaming shit on the tv room"

"You're not even watching the tv"

"You make me miss my siblings." Lando said as he leaned against the door with his hand full of chocolate chip cookies.

"Why did you have to move to Monaco, mate?" Max rolled his eyes and walked to his streaming set. He had moved back to the family home, claiming it was easier since he didn't have to clean, wash, or make his own meals, but you all knew it was because he didn't like to be alone, and when Lando decided to move, it took him a couple of weeks to realize the bachelor's life wasn't for him.

Max was busy getting everything ready for the stream, unaware of how Lando was making eyes with you as he walked towards his friend.

They started their stream, and you kept your attention on your phone.

"Hey, chat, you missed me?" Lando proudly smiled as tons of messages welcomed him back.

BobCat: I've missed you so much, Lan.

"Miss you too, BobCat"

BobCat: Those cookies look yummy.

"They're, want some?" a cheeky smile on his face.

BobCat: Sure, bring some 😏.

"Lando, you need to stop flirting with chat. How about we do some video reactions? Chat start sending videos so we can react to them, remember, keep it pg13!"

A couple minutes later, Lando stood up.

"Pause it"

"Where are you going?"

"I'm out of cookies." Lando said showing his empty hands innocently, and rushed to the kitchen.

When Lando came back, Max was too invested in laughing at a video where a poor puppy was rolling down some stairs, he didn't notice his friend approaching the gray sofa, his olive eyes focused on your figure warmly covered with a matching gray throw blanket.

"As promised" he lowly said as he stretched his arm to offer you cookies.

"Thanks" You took one, your hand softly brushing against his.

"Any time" he winked at you, and then walked to take his place next to your brother who started searching for another funny video to watch.

BobCat: Cookies are good.

A cheeky smile on Lando's face.

"Playing with fire, chat" Was all Lando said. Max was too used to chat making weird comments when Lando was around, so he just ignored it and clicked on a video from the list.

They continued with their stream, it had been almost two hours now.

"Lando, are you staying tonight" Your dad's voice made you all turn towards the door.

"Oh, no, I'm going home, thanks"

You felt a little pain in your chest at his answer.

You stayed for 20 more minutes and then decided it was time to go to bed.

"Keep it low, fart face" you said loud enough for it to be heard on stream, making everyone burst out laughing, including Lando.

"See you, Lan" You winked his way and walked to your room.

You were almost asleep when your window suddenly opened, a big black figure entered through it and a second later it fell on your floor.

"What the fuck?" You ran to the bedroom door when his voice stopped you.

"It's me, y/n, it's me" his voice was a low whisper but you recognized it immediately.

"Lando, what the fuck? You almost gave me a heart attack!" you rushed towards him to help him up.

"Sorry, climbing through windows, is definitely not my thing" he said rubbing his knee.

"Amongst other things"

"Hey!" The offended look on his face melted your heart.

"I'm kidding" You wrapped your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your hair.

"Ugh, I've waited all night for this." He inhaled deeply, the sweet smell of your shampoo was like a drug to him.

"I thought you were going home" you whispered against his chest.

"If I had said I was staying, I wouldn't be able to be here with you in my arms, instead I would've stayed next door... and your brother is not as soft as you, and he snores a lot."

"Lan, stop!" You slapped his chest softly "I'm already having a hard time believing you two are not secretly dating, and that you're just using me as a beard"

His breathy laugh made your head bounce over his chest.

"As much as I like your brother." he said kissing your forehead "You" then moved to kiss your temple "Are" a kiss to the corner of your eye " The" a kiss on your nose "Only" a kiss on your cheek "One" a kiss on your jaw "I" a kiss on your neck "Love" he finished his sentence against your lips, his words and his soft lips melting you in his arms.

The kiss quickly changed from soft and sweet to intense and needy.

He placed his hands strongly on your waist and you got the message, you jumped circling his waist with your legs.

Never stopping the tongue fight inside your mouths, Lando walked towards your bed, when he felt the mattress hit his knees he placed you softly over it.

You watched him get rid of his sweatshirt and his shirt as you did the same with your pajamas.

"Fucking gorgeous" his voice a bit too loud, as he admired your half-naked body.

"Shhh, they'll catch us!"

"Oh you're the one to talk, BobCat" he finished the sentence with a deep kiss.

"Please, Max it's completely oblivious, and I do like playing with fire"

"You know that we have to tell him, right?"

"Lan, my brother is the last thing I want to talk about when I'm about to have sex with my boyfriend"

"Right, my mistake" He said, climbing over your bed and settling between your legs, his favorite place in the world.

[pixieishottogo]

"Anything" ♡ Curly x Anya

art credit: seagummies on twitter

warnings: angst, topic of miscarriage

this is a good ending au of mouthwashing! if u are a hater, then dni🥰 this post aint for u, babe

Chapter 1

Jimmy had been dead for the past few months due to the crash. The crew has been slowly rotting. They have lost all hope, and for good reason. Daisuke and Swansea are unconscious because of hunger and exhaustion. Curly and Anya are slowly losing grip. Despite all this, the beautiful glowing screen still showcased the moon and stars. Curly's hair sticks to his face due to anxious sweat. "Well, we had a good run. Didn't we." Curly smiled. Anya laid beside him and she smiled despite the tears rolling down her face. "Yeah." Curly's breath hitches "Anya... I'm-”

Curly opened his eyes with a jolt. There he was, in the hospital. His whole body was aching. A nurse walked over to his bed, "How are you feeling, sir?" His eyes widened harshly. "Where is my crew?" He yelled. "Are they okay? Is Anya alive? I never got to tell her I'm sorry!" Curly's heart beat spiked. Thinking about Anya's distressed face made him feel nauseous from guilt. He placed his head in his hands, as if grappling with reality. The nurse spoke gently to try and to calm him down, "Everyone is okay. Some are still waking up." He sighed, feeling relieved. A doctor came into the room. "How did we survive? How are we home?" Curly was more than shocked. The doctor walked up to him, holding his papers. "Another space ship found you guys. Some astronomers were on an expedition in the area. You all were very lucky they were out there." The doctor said, cracking a smile. Curly looked down at his hands. "What room is Anya in? If you don't mind asking." Curly asked quietly. The nurse responded, "Room 25. And this is 24." After doing some basic checkups, and giving him some medicine for the pain, the doctor and the nurse left. Curly laid there, alone with his thoughts.

A few hours pass by, and unable to just sit and do nothing, Curly sneaks out of his room. He finds Anya sitting down in the lobby. The moon light shining on her in her hospital gown. She looked tired as usual, and mentally drained, but she still smiled faintly when she heard his voice. "Anya!" He cried out, limping towards her. She looks up at him and smiles with tears in her eyes. He wrapped his arms around her and cried. She held his head gently. "Anya... I-I I'm so sorry. I should have done something. You already had told me that you felt uncomfortable around him. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry that I made it seem like I didn't care. I care so much. I will do anything you want to gain your forgiveness. We don't have to ever talk again if that's what you wish. I'm so sorry, Anya." The words came out almost pleadingly, and rushed. He couldn’t hold back a sob. "Captain-... Curly. Our worst moments don't define us. I don't blame you for what happened, we were in the middle of space. But it will still take me a long time to heal. Thank you." Anya was always the more quiet kind. She didn't know how to respond. After several quiet minutes spoke quietly, "I lost the baby." Curly looks up at her, his eyes slightly wide. To not offend her, he asked honestly, "How do you feel?" Tears rolled down her face, as she stared at the ground. "Empty.”

In the morning, Curly and Anya met up with Daisuke and Swansea. It seemed they were recovering well. The crew all sat together in the lobby. It was surreal, everything felt so much lighter. Almost happy. "How are you guys doing? What do you plan on doing after this?" Curly asked. Daisuke's face lights up, "That was totally crazy! I'm happy we survived. I can't wait to see my mom." Swansea pops in, "Heh, It will be nice to be with my family again. No more pony express. I get to be a retired lazy old man!" Swansea chuckles. Anya and Curly look at each other smiling. It felt like a dream.

A few days went by, and the crew slowly recovered. Everyone was released from the hospital once they were fully recovered. Getting back from the hospital was refreshing. The sterile white rooms grew to be nauseating. He could finally go home. Curly pulled up to his home, the sight of his big white house with blue shutters made him smile. That company never cared. Some random astronomers were the ones who cared enough to save them. He was free from that stupid job. He hated being glorified, he soon realized. Curly felt like a monster after everything that had happened. His loving pet guinea pig was waiting for him in his bedroom. Curly’s mother would take care of her every day while Curly was gone. Whenever anyone visits, they are surprised that he has such a small creature when he's such a big guy. Almost every time someone says the classic "Wow. I thought you would have a dog of some sort, captain." He sighed and flopped on the bed but gently held Daphne. He felt so relieved to be home, after all this time. But every time he tried to close his eyes, he would see Anya's crying face

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sooo this is my first fan fic ever that im gonna actually commit to😭 plz be patient. also, im gonna try to write the miscarriage plot as realistic as possible. i have had multiple friends and family that have suffered from miscarriages

[lee-laurent]

Playing Pretend - Jamie Drysdale

Summary: In which Jamie and his girlfriend end things after pretending everything was okay. Or in which Jamie's girlfriend moves in with Trevor while attempting to keep her pregnancy hidden from everyone.

content: pregnancy, mentions of abortion, long distance, keeping secrets from partner (if that's a warning idk), angst, fluff, mentions of sex, implications of cheating/being unfaithful, jamie's trade :(

notes: this one is a bit more angsty than my other fics. i wanted to experiment with trying something new. possible happy ending tho. guess you'll have to read to find out ;) sorry if it seems rushed, i didn't know how to format it :/

"Of course, you have options. You can read more about those here. This is a judgement free zone," the nurse continued to drone on about scheduling another appointment, but Violet had tuned her out. In fact, the only thing that Violet could hear was her heart pounding in her chest.

"Thank you," she mumbled, grabbing the paperwork and shoving it into her purse. All she wanted was Jamie and he was on the other side of the country.

Once she was safely in her car in the parking lot, she let the tears fall. A baby? How was she supposed to take care of a baby when her boyfriend lived five hours away by plane. They barely spoke more than twice a week at this point. Their relationship was falling apart and a baby wasn't going to save it.

"How was the doctor?" Trevor asked as she walked through the door, kicking off her shoes.

"Fine. Just food poisoning, like you thought."

"I told you! Never eat grocery store sushi, Vi. Should've listened to me."

"Ha. I guess you know best, Trev. I'm gonna go lie down. I'm still nauseous."

"Make sure you text Jamie! He was worried about you."

"I'm sure he was," she mumbled, making her way to her bedroom. She looked at the picture on her bedside table. It was of her and Jamie at his first game with the Ducks. She'd been so proud to see him move from the Gulls to the NHL. He had his arm wrapped around her waist and was looking down at her like she'd hung the moon and stars in the sky, while she smiled happily into the camera. Violet sighed, putting the photo face down. She couldn't bare to look at Jamie's face right now, photo or not.

Her phone buzzed.

Jamie <3: Trev texted. Said it's food poisoning like he thought. Feel better. I love you

Vi: Thanks, Jam. Love you too

Lying to Jamie made her stomach churn. In fact, everything was making her stomach churn at the moment. Trevor had made sausages with his breakfast that morning, leading to her projectile vomiting in the kitchen. Which is when Trevor finally convinced her to go to a walk-in clinic. A walk-in clinic that sent her to Planned Parenthood. And now at the thought of Jamie not knowing about his child mixed with the baby in her womb hating the smell of everything, she was leaned over the toilet once more.

"Vi? Do you want some ginger ale?" Trevor asked from the doorway.

"No. I'm okay, Trev. Just, I- I'd like to be alone right now."

"Oh, right. Call me if you need anything," he sighed, gently shutting the door behind him.

Violet sniffled, reaching for her phone on the counter next to her.

Jamie was worried sick about Violet, but he was also focused on the game of NHL 24 he was playing with Cam.

"Wait. Time out. Violet's texting."

"Oh, shit. What'd she say?"

"That... that we need to talk?" Jamie furrowed his eyebrows.

"Shit. We can finish this later. Call her."

"Thanks, Cam. I- I'll be back," Jamie stood up from the couch, albeit a bit wobbly from nerves, speeding off to his room.

"Hey," Violet's voice cracked as it broke through the speaker of his phone.

"Hey, um, what did you wanna talk about?"

"Long distance isn't working, Jamie. I- I think we should end things."

"What? Vi? Where is this coming from? Did- did you meet someone in Anaheim?"

"What? God, no. Jamie- I wouldn't cheat. You know that. I just- this is too much stress for me right now."

"Our relationship is too much stress for you? I- I told you that you could move here. We could get our own place. I-"

"Jamie, I have a life here. I have a job. My friends."

"I had all of that too. But, I- I'm making it work here. You could make it work here, Violet! Please don't do this. You- you're the love of my life."

"Jamie, don't make this harder than it needs to be. I can't do this anymore."

"Please, Violet. Please."

"We- if you need anything call Trevor. Goodbye, Jamie."

Jamie didn't return to his game with Cam; he spent the rest of the night crying himself to sleep on his bed.

"You broke up with Jamie?!" Trevor shouted the next morning, waking up an exhausted Violet.

"Trevor? It's 6 in the morning."

"Yeah? Well Jamie just called me in tears, saying that you dumped him OVER THE PHONE?!"

"We're long distance. How else was I supposed to do it?"

"You weren't supposed to do it at all, Violet! You guys are made for each other! What's with this sudden change of heart?"

"We were barely talking anymore. I need a present boyfriend."

"Vi-"

"Drop it, Trevor! It's frankly none of your business!"

"None of my bus-"

Violet gagged, leaning over and puking on the hardwood floor. She looked up at Trevor, wiping her mouth.

"Get me a paper towel, please."

"Right. Um, right... This conversation isn't over."

He returned with a roll of paper towels. Watching as she pulled herself out of bed, to clean up the mess next to her bed.

"Why'd you break up with him?"

"I just told you. It wasn't working."

"But, you didn't even try to make it work. He said you didn't communicate it wasn't going well until yesterday."

"Wow. Does Jamie tell you every intimate part of our relationship?" she snapped.

"No."

"It was rhetorical, Trevor."

"Oh. He loves you."

"I know."

"Do you not love him?"

"What? Of course I love him. He's the fa- the first man I loved. I'll always love him."

"Then why break up with him?! He- he said you could go live with him in Philly."

"I don't want to leave Anaheim. I want to r- never mind. But, my job is here."

"Get a new one."

"God! You're so immature! It's not that fucking easy, Trevor! I'm not going to start my entire life over for Jamie! So fucking drop it!"

"I-"

"Drop it!"

Trevor dropped it. At least with Violet he did. He spent every day trying to convince Jamie to call her. To fix things. To figure what he could do. Jamie wasn't easily convinced though. After the mental anguish that the phone call with his now ex-girlfriend had caused him, he wasn't sure he wanted to go through it again.

Violet's morning sickness hadn't ended. In fact, it was getting worse. Morning sickness? More like all day and all night sickness. She was in agony. And Trevor as oblivious as he was, was getting suspicious.

"Maybe you should go to the doctor again? I don't think food poisoning is supposed to last this long."

"It's probably just stress."

"Why're you stressed?"

"Work."

"But- okay? I still think you should go back."

"Trevor."

"Yes?"

"I'm fine."

"You're pretending."

"What?"

"You're pretending everything is okay. You're just afraid to admit that things are worse without Jamie. Not better. You're more stressed. Hence the vomiting."

"Trevor, I- I have work to do."

Two hours later Violet was in the kitchen doing dishes when her phone started ringing.

"Trev! Can you get that?"

"Sure."

"Hi! This is Alice from Anaheim OB/GYN, I was just calling to confirm your appointment on Friday with Dr. Rhodes," the voice came through the phone.

"Trev! Who is it?"

"Sure, just let me get the phone to Violet. Oh, perfect! Thank you!"

"Hi?" Violet asked, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hi! Is this Violet?"

"Yes, this is she."

"Perfect! Just a few questions to go over before confirming your appointment."

"Oh, of course."

"Any abnormal bleeding?"

"No."

"Dizziness?"

"Nope."

"How's the nausea you mentioned last time you were in?"

"About the same."

"Okay, I'll let the nurse know. We can get you some tablets for that. See you Friday at 11:30."

"Perfect, thank you."

Violet sighed, hanging up the phone.

"You're pregnant?" Trevor whispered.

"What? No."

"She said she was calling from the OB/GYN's office. Isn't that a doctor for pregnant people?"

"Not always. They also give birth control and stuff."

"But why would you need birth control if you're not seeing Jamie anymore?"

"For my periods."

"You're lying."

"I'm not lying, Trevor. Why would I lie?"

"You're lying. You always itch your wrist when you lie. You're pregnant. Does Jamie know?"

"Maybe it isn't Jamie's?"

"Yeah? Who else have you slept with? Nobody. You and Jamie had sex the night before we left for Nashville."

"Who told you that?"

"Jamie."

"Ew. I-"

"So it is Jamie's?"

"I'm not pregnant."

"Violet... is this why you dumped him? Are you getting... you know?"

"Not pregnant, Trevor."

"Fine, I'll drop it for now. But, if you were pregnant, I, um, I'd be here to help. I promise."

"Good to know if I am to hypothetically get pregnant," she mumbled, itching her wrist. Trevor let out a heavy sigh.

"You- you can tell me anything, Violet. I'm not going to tell Jamie if you don't want me to."

"You said you were gonna drop it. Plus there's nothing to tell him. Everything is normal."

"Right, um, I'm going out. Call if you need anything for your... food poisoning."

"Will do."

When she finally heard the front door shut, she let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. The tension in the kitchen had been palpable. She knew deep down that Trevor didn't believe her, but until she was showing she'd be able to hide it... maybe.

A month had passed and Violet was shocked to find that it looked like she was bloated. Violet had always been on the thinner side, but not to the point that she thought she'd be showing this early into her pregnancy. The doctors had confirmed that she was just over a month when she found out, meaning she was nearing three months. Baggy clothes became her new best friends. Unfortunately, most of the baggy clothing she owned were items she'd stolen from Jamie. This led to lots of looks from Trevor as she moved around their apartment.

Trevor now knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Violet was pregnant. He'd gone into her bathroom to find some extra toilet paper and come across an array of prenatal vitamins. He didn't bring it up though. The apartment constantly had an air of awkwardness shrouding it. Violet and Trevor were tip-toeing around each other. And he knew that eventually he would have to be the bigger person and bring it up, which was uncommon for the Ducks player.

"I was talking to Jamie today," Trevor mentioned as he twirled some spaghetti onto his fork.

"Hm. How's Jamie?"

"Better. He, uh, he still asks about you."

"Good for him."

"I'm sure if you told him... about your situation, he'd be willing to help."

"What situation?" Violet smiled, taking a sip of her water.

"Can we stop pretending, Violet?"

She shook her head, pushing away from the small kitchen table.

"God! Grow up, Violet! You're going to be a mom! Start acting like a fucking adult!" Trevor shouted as she retreated to her room, that Trevor had not-so-lovingly nicknamed "the cave." Her door slammed in response, shaking the pictures hanging in the corridor.

"Hey, girl!" her best friend, Aly, smiled through the FaceTime call. "How're those vitamins? One of the moms I work with says they're the best ones!"

"Good, I think. I've got a little bump now."

"Damn! Baby Drysdale is growingggg!" she dragged out.

"Don't call them that. He- I still haven't told him."

"Girl! You told me you were going to like a week ago! What changed?"

"He- I saw him on Instagram and he looked so happy. I don't want to ruin that."

"So... you're just gonna wallow in self-pity until your baby is born? What about when he sees you with a baby? Isn't he gonna be suspicious?"

"He already accused me of cheating. So..."

"Violet! No! We are not claiming you cheated and got pregnant from another man."

"Jamie's not ready to be a dad."

"Who told you that? Jamie?"

"No."

"Exactly. You don't know that!"

"I'll think about it, Aly. Right now, the doctor said I need to avoid too much stress. It makes my nausea worse."

"Uh huh. Lemme tell you about this date I went on!"

"Do you think Violet would be okay if I came to visit?" Jamie asked Trevor.

"Um... I mean you're coming to see me. It has nothing to do with her."

"I guess, you're right. I'll get a hotel though. I don't want to intrude on her space."

"Her space is also my space, Jamie."

"Yeah, but she's my... ex. It'd feel weird. Is she, um, seeing anyone new?"

"Violet?" Trevor choked on his water, "No. No. She's been busy with... work."

"Makes sense."

"What about you? Any new women in your life?"

"No. I just compare them all to Vi."

"When you come, maybe you can get some closure. Talk to her."

"If she lets me."

"If she lets you," Trevor smiled, continuing to help his best friend plan his trip.

Six months pregnant. Violet couldn't believe it. Her baby was the size of corn, according to Aly. It was hard to hide her ever growing bump, but Trevor's hoodies and some of Jamie's old clothes did the trick. She had no idea that Jamie was coming to visit. It was all part of Trevor's plan to get her to talk to him... and admit her pregnancy.

Trevor was buzzing as he walked Jamie up the stairs to their apartment.

"Violet did some redecorating, but it looks similar to when you left! She's still asleep, I think. She sleeps in on weekends."

"Not surprising," Jamie bit back his smile.

"Welcome back, bud!" Trevor swung open the door, leading his ex-teammate into his home. Jamie looked around, it was similar to when he left. A few pictures had been taken down and replaced with new ones, but it looked pretty much the same.

"Trev? Why are you shouting?" Violet questioned sleepily, rubbing a hand on her stomach. The baby had recently discovered how to kick and it was their new favourite hobby.

"Look who I brought home with me!" Trevor beamed.

"Jamie?" the girl suddenly looked much more awake, dropping her hands to her side.

"You... you're pregnant," was all Jamie could manage, staring directly at her stomach.

"Surprise?"

The group sat in the living room. Well, Trevor and Violet were sitting. Jamie was pacing around the room, running his hands through his hair.

"You're gonna go bald, Jimmy. Stop."

"She- you're pregnant?!"

"Yes. We established that, Jamie," Violet rolled her eyes.

"Yeah. Is it... is it mine?"

"Um..."

"Yes, the baby is yours, Jamie! Are you dumb?" Trevor furrowed his brow.

"You didn't tell me?! Neither of you?!"

"She... It wasn't my place."

"Yeah? What about you, Violet? What's your excuse?!"

"I- I didn't want to ruin your career."

"Ruin my career? No! You were just being selfish. Don't pretend this had anything to do with protecting me!" Jamie exclaimed.

"Jamie, can you sit down? You're stressing me out," she sighed, rubbing over where the baby was kicking repeatedly, sensing its mother's turmoil.

"Violet! We... we're having a baby."

"I'm having a baby."

God, she was just as stubborn as before.

"Z, can we have a minute?"

"Oh, sure," Trevor left and Jamie didn't speak until he heard the door close.

"Violet, this is serious. Why would you keep this from me? Is this why you ended things?" he asked, kneeling in front of her.

"Sort of. I panicked. I just, I don't want you to feel forced to stay because of us," she motioned to her belly.

"I... I still love you. A lot. God, I never stopped loving you."

"Jamie..."

"You... you can come live in Philly! We can fix us. And raise our baby. Be a happy family."

"I want to stay here."

"You... you can't keep my baby from me, Violet. Please," his eyes started to water, "Not any longer than you already have."

"He-"

"He? It's a boy?"

"Shit. Yeah."

"I'm going to have a son?" he smiled, the tears finally falling. Violet could feel her hormones acting up, her eyes also welling with tears.

"Henry."

"Hm?"

"I- I've been planning on naming him Henry."

"Henry. It's perfect, Vi. Can I?" he gestured to the swell of her stomach. She nodded, letting out a sob as his hands met the cotton of her shirt.

"Hi, Henry. It's your dad. I'm sorry I haven't been here. I- I don't blame Mommy. She did what she thought was best."

Violet continued to sob. Why was he being so sweet to her? She'd kept his son from him!

"Violet, can you just think about it? Please. Us and Henry in Philly."

"I can think about it, Jams," she cried, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Are you sure you built that right?" Violet asked for the fourth time, "I don't want him falling on the ground in the middle of the night."

"I followed the instructions, Vi. It's secure. He'll be fine."

"Are you sure? I just-"

Jamie cut her off with a kiss to her lips.

"I'm positive, love. Now stop worrying. Poor Henry is going to pop out early if you keep that up."

"I'd appreciate it if he did. He's been sitting on my bladder all day."

Jamie kneeled down in front of her, placing a hand where he saw the imprint of a foot kick.

"Can you move off Mommy's bladder? It makes her pissy. And Daddy doesn't want to deal with it right now."

"He's not listening. I need to pee," she waddled out of the nursery and into the ensuite. Jamie laughed, following her into their bedroom.

"You look good pregnant," Jamie commented as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Shut up. We're not having sex until this monster is out of me."

"He's not a monster!"

"He's giant! I can't breathe."

"Here," Jamie walked behind her, lifting up her stomach. She let out a long sigh of relief, the pressure being alleviated from her back.

"Thanks, Jams. I love you."

"I love you too," he smiled. Although they weren't the most stable couple on the planet, Jamie was just glad to have his girl back. And now he had his little boy too. He felt complete. And so did Violet. Complete and happy with their soon-to-be family of three.

[teewritessmth]

~~Game On, Love~~

Summary : Innocent games may just turn into something more.

(Sharky x f! reader)

Warnings : None

"Put your hands together, yeah as if you're clapping. Now close your fingers and lift the fingers of one hand only."

You do as Sharky said, confused about what he was trying to say. Within seconds, he holds both your hands and pins you to the wall. You weren't able to move either since you clasped both hands together and Sharky's hands were blocking them.

You gasp as he with comes inches within your face and you hear the boys scream and shout in the background.

Sharky gently let your hand go and pats your back in a calming gesture.

"I'm sorry Y/n, the boys dared me to do this. I'm filming another control my life for 24 hours challenge".

"I made him do an hour worth of sit-ups, but man what Chunkz made him do right now is craaazy" Kenny laughed.

"My boy finally did it, kinda thought you'd back out last minute man". Chunkz slapped the back of Sharky's neck, making him wince a little.

"Well since you're so keen on rizzing me for a vid? How about I do this-"

You get a rush of adrenaline and hold Sharky's face with both of your hands tiptoeing, as if you were going to kiss him.

You see everyone's reaction from the corner of your eye.

Niko's face tured pale, as if he had seen the KKK guy running towards him.

Chunkz looked like he lost his youtube channel again. (Remember the prank video Sharky did hehe)

Kenny thought he lost a boxing fight.

Aj felt people touching him.

Sharky blanked out.

But, you kiss him on the corner of his lips, just one well-timed push and you would've actually kissed Sharky.

Aj screams "BRO SHE GOT YOU GOOD."

"WALLAHI I THOUGHT THEY WERE DOING LIPS"

"You got this on camera right?"

"Yup, All of it."

TimeSkip

"On my life, I thought you'd do it." Sharky tells you as he walks you home, slowing his pace to match your own.

"Yeah? Well you were flirting with me for the audience so I thought I'd pull a fun stunt". You bring your arms closer to your body, chilly from the weather.

"You really are something Y/n." He casually shrugs off his jacket and places it on you, as if he wasn't having a whole other convo right now.

"Sharky, you'll be cold, plus you have to walk all the way back."

"Wouldn't happen if I stay over tonight now, would it?" He smirked and laughed immediately after, failing to keep up his 'bad boy' persona.

"You're a sweetheart Sharky." You playfully hit his shoulder and let your hand slide down. You noticed he has started walking alot slower.

Both of your hands were grazing each other, slowly interwining.

Neither of you said anything. No one needed to. For now, you allowed yourself to hug his arm and he lowered his head and rubbed it affectionately against your own.

You two would get plenty of time to talk about today, but never get the time to experience this again.

He kissed the top of your head goodbye, watching you unlock your door and get inside. With a determined smile, he walks back to his house, happy knowing that you might feel the way he does.

[jinnie-ret]

chan getting a call from 9th member reader, its late and hes still in the studio. he hears readers quiet voice telling him that theres someone following her as she walks back to the dorms from a late night solo dance practice session. chan has that Protective streak that makes him Panic the moment he thought something was wrong with how they were speaking into the phone so to find out they were in genuine danger and not just scared because there was a spider?? i just know that man is Terrifying to anyone who puts his members in danger, especially their only female member knowing how dangerous the world is for women

night stalker

bang chan x ninth member!reader (platonic)

genre: angst

content warnings: stalking, violence

word count: 1.1k

summary: chan does his best to save you in time after you call him in a panic about someone following you late at night.

Hi! Sorry it's late but I hope that this fits the vibe you wanted! I ended up writing it as a platonic relationship but it is still a Chan focus x reader!

As always, like, reblog if you enjoyed, and my asks are open for any requests you may have. And let me know if you'd like to be tagged when I post :)

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Chan was a leader through and through. The leader of Stray Kids. A protector to his kids. Being the oldest member too, as well as being the eldest of his siblings, gave him these instinctual habits to always check up on his members. So when he got a call from you, at 1am, scared out of your mind, his brain went into overdrive. One, because the way your voice shook, and two, because he didn't know you were walking back to the dorms, alone and in the dark.

"Hey, Chan? I-I think there's someone following me..." you whispered into the phone, your hand shaking as you did your best to maintain your pace of walking.

Being the only female member of the group, and being the youngest, Chan couldn't help but look after you in a slightly different way to the other members. Of course, he loved all of you the same, but unfortunately there were differences in being a female idolised figure. The sexualising comments... he hated how it came with you being a girl. And he knew, that the fear of someone following you late at night, would have come true eventually. He just didn't prepare himself for how he'd feel when it happened.

"Y/Nnie? It's 1am... where are you? Talk to me," Chan rushed out his words, face frozen in horror as he pushed himself back in his desk chair and started grabbing his belongings to leave and find you.

To save you.

"They're definitely following me... shit. I'm near those 24 hour convenience shops," you did your best to inform Chan of your surroundings, despite the pounding of your own heartbeat overwhelming your senses when you realised your paranoia had struck gold this time because you were right to be scared.

One pair of footsteps followed yours.

"Ok, listen to me, Y/Nnie, stay there, I'll come and meet you and I'll take you home, yeah?" Chan rushed out of the company, speed walking his way along the route to where the road of convenience shops.

"No, no, I can't just stay where I am... what if something happens? I'm scared, Channie," your voice broke as you did your best to keep a hushed volume.

"I know you're scared sweetheart, but I'm on my way, just stay on the phone," Chan spoke through his slightly heavier breaths, doing his best to get to you ASAP.

"I'm going into a shop, I don't want to be outside anymore, I'm scared if something will happen to me," you rambled, the ding of the chimes on the door heard by Chan.

"Ok, tell me where you are, can you do that for me?" Chan reassuringly asked.

"I'm, in that blue shop, you know the one with the dodgy neon light?" you tried to calm yourself down, beginning your path of going up and down the aisles, but the chimes were heard once again, "they're here. They followed me in."

"I'm about 3 minutes away, just stay on the line, it's ok, it will all be ok, is there anyone else in the shop, Y/N?" Chan spoke firmly, wanting you to know he was close by.

"N-no, just an elderly cashier, but she wouldn't be able to help if-"

"There will be no if, Y/N, don't finish that sentence sweetheart, I'm nearly there," Chan cut you off, maybe because he didn't want you to take your mind to that place, or maybe because he didn't want to be in that place either.

"Ok, please hurry I'm - hey! Get off of me!" your whispers turned into shouts as you were grabbed and winded by the punch of your night time stalker.

"Y/N! Talk to me! What's happening?" Chan's fast footsteps pounding against the concrete roads would have been heard by you if it weren't for your phone's abandoned spot on the ground.

Your stalker said nothing, yet had clear intentions as he hauled you into a free standing shelf of jars of cooking sauces. And your body took it with you to the ground as several of them smashed.

"Ahhh!" your shout of pain was heard before your body went flying.

"Y/N?!? Shit, I'm nearly there, I can see the shop from here!" Chan's words speedily echoed into the night.

Your attacker fled. Like the true coward he was. Yet you were thankful for your saviour that entered the shop moments after.

"Y/N??"

It took you a moment to realise that it was his voice playing out in real life, and no longer over the phone.

You groaned as you sat up, crawling away from the smashed glass behind you.

"Y/N! It's ok I've got you, I'm here now sweetheart, I'm sorry, I should have got here sooner..." Chan fussed over you, lifting you into his arms and checking you over as you held your stomach and stood in wobbly feet.

"Home, want to go home," you cried out, but no tears left your eyes, you were just feeling overwhelmed and in so much pain.

"I know, I know, I texted our manager to meet near us in a car, we'll get you home," he hushed you, supporting your weight as you left the shop.

"Where? Are they here? Are they close?" you panicked, not wanting to be waiting around in the open any longer than you needed to be.

"It's ok, calm down, I've got you, yeah? The car is over there," he guided you into the back of the car and sat with you, dealing with explaining things to the manager as the drive home began.

"How badly are you hurt? Let me see," Chan pushed your hair back out of your face, looking for any trades of pain which were so clearly written amongst your features.

"My back and my stomach, it'll probably just bruise though..." you winced, head resting against the seat of the car.

"Do you think you'll need the hospital?" Chan worriedly asked.

"No, but... I think I'll need a break... maybe... I don't know I just need to get my head around this, oppa," you leant against him, reveling in the comfort that not only his presence brought you, but the soothing circles he rubbed into your shoulder.

"Ok, ok, we can do that, we'll take all the time you need. I'll get you straight to bed and I'll explain it all to the members, don't worry, ok, I've got you," Chan laid out his thoughts, his priority right now being you. Everything else that came later he would deal with. He didn't want to put you under anymore stress than the current experience you just had. It was only fair that way, he thought.

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[szaismyqueen]

All Mine (Chapter One)

olivia rodrigo x gp!reader

slow updates.

You believe Olivia Rodrigo could pass as the most oblivious person in the world. Everyone else around her, and you, could see how much you treasured her.

They saw how you'd stare so much you'd forget to blink, they'd hear the "I love you's" under your breath.

They noticed it all, the look in your eyes explained it. How deeply in love you were falling with your best friend. You'd never openly admit to it, sure, but you didn't need to. Olivia was easy to love, she was so gentle, so compassionate. It was hard to not fall in love with her.

Quite since you guys were constantly at each other hips, you practically knew her like the back of your palm. You knew her favorite album, her favorite color, her favorite song, and her favorite shirt to wear. God, you knew her better than she knows herself.

The moment you realized you loved her was scary. The two of you were walking down the late-night streets of Los Angles in desperate need of food. Thankfully there was a 24/7 burger joint that you both rushed to, laughing along the way.

It was odd, Olivia hadn't done anything out of the blue. She just sat there, smiling at you as you smiled back. But, that's when your eyes started exploring, taking in every detail of her face, how could you not see this before, she was so goddamn beautiful. She looked amazing naturally, with no makeup, nothing. It was just her, and you loved that. You loved her dark brown eyes, you loved her pink plum lips, you loved her.

Once you noticed, your heart stopped. You felt like the room was shrinking and of course, Olivia took notice of this. Taking your hand, those eyes that you loved staring into yours, showing some much care in them. "Hey, you okay?"

Her thumb rubbed the back of your hand, reassuringly. Never has Olivia's touch left such a mark on you, your body immensely got goosebumps, and you felt as if your heart was going to explode.

You clear your throat, trying to take your mind off the fact that you're deeply in love with your best friend and you only noticed now. "Yeah, sorry! I'm just hungry." You lie. "Oh,"

You can almost visibly see her relax, "I'll go check on the food, be right back." You nod, sending her a smile before she leaves out of sight. You sigh, your hands running down your face, you were so screwed.

After that night you slowly started to pull away from the brunette, you were scared, and that was totally reasonable. You were scared of losing your best friend because you couldn't keep your feeling in check. You stopped coming over, you stopped calling her every day, then eventually you stopped texting. Completely going ghost. Was it a shitty thing to do, yes, were you thinking about that at the time, no?

Olivia didn't know what she had done, she was losing sleep over it. Rethinking about all the stuff she's said or could've done, what did she do to make you ignore her?

Days passed, weeks passed, and then months passed. You and Olivia hadn't spoken a word to each other for exactly six months, ten days, and fourteen hours. To be fair Olivia tried to get in contact with you, but your best friends stayed loyal to you, telling them they couldn't do anything. After a while, she gave up and let you move on.

You left Olivia because you thought your feelings would fade away, but they didn't. They only strengthened and all you wanted was to have her back in your arms. Eventually, it became a problem. You stopped going on, you stopped working on music, you locked yourself in your room only going out to get food. Your friends were worried about you, they tried getting you to explain what happened between the two of you but you never did.

Until Kai practically beat it out of you. "I swear to god Y/NN! Open this door." Kai shouted outside of your bedroom door, repeatedly banging on it. You take the pillow under you, placing it on top of your face. "You know what! Fine!"

Taking that as a sign she's leaving, you relax, turning onto your stomach and pulling your blanket above your head. Your heart nearly leaves your body when you feel cool air hitting your body as the blanket was fiercely pulled off of you.

"You fucking idiot! You forgot I'm from New York." She laughs holding up her credit card, your eyebrows furrow as you sit up in your bed in shock, she in fact did open the door with her credit card.

"Anyways," She takes a deep breath calming herself down. "Get up now. Go take a shower, shave.. please, and put on some fresh clothes."

"Kai-"

"Now, Y/N." You throw your head back, but get up heading towards the shower. After taking a shower, shaving, and putting on some fresh clothes you walked back out to a clean apartment. Confused you walked into the living room, seeing your three best friends. Normally you weren't an emotional person but seeing how they went out of their way to get you back on your feet brought tears to your eyes, Cameron smiled immediately bringing you into a hug, Elliot and Kai joining in.

It's been two months and four days after that day, mentally you were in a better headspace. You haven't thought of Olivia ever since you heard one of her songs playing on the radio, but other than that you didn't.

All that was on your mind was music, your friends, your family, and Skylar. The two of you met through Kai, she was having a small get-together and she decided to invite Skylar. There were only about ten people in the average-sized apartment your best friend owned, the music was really low, and all you could hear were the distant chatter in the living room.

You had left the room to get snacks for everyone, not knowing Skylar got up right behind you, you dropped the container of popcorn on the ground once you turned around, seeing the older woman. "Shit!"

"I'm so sorry, that’s my-" You interrupt, waving her off. "No, you're all good. I'm just too much of a pussy." Skylar laughs, crouching as well to clean up the spilled popcorn. You lift your head, and she does the same, staring into each other eyes. "I'm Y/N by the way... if you didn't know."

"Skylar. It's nice to meet you, Y/N." You smile at her, and she reciprocates, looking back down to hide her blush and finishing cleaning up the mess you made.

It felt nice to start dating again, Skylar was a good girlfriend. She kept you in check, and you were very grateful for her. And you wanted the whole world to know that. A few weeks after you and Skylar made it official you announced it to social media. The comments were mixed, they called her pretty and then the others called her a look-alike of Olivia. Those kinds of comments annoyed you and whenever you'd see one, you'd delete it right away.

You both made your first appearance as a couple on the VMAs red carpet, in the moment it felt amazing. Then, later on, you started to get into your head. You were competing with Olivia and a few other amazing artists for Song of the Year.

Justin Bieber and The Kid Laori performed their song, and then there she was.

You didn't know if it was the lights, the crowd, the atmosphere, or just her. Your heart felt like it was pounding out of your chest, hands were sweaty as if it was over 100 degrees in the room. And that horrible feeling in your stomach, gosh, you needed to go home.

But you couldn't.

You couldn't just walk out of the VMAs, and you didn't really want to. Confusing, right? That's what your brain was at this moment, confused. You were happy to see her, of course, you were. Why wouldn't you be? Would it be horrible to admit you missed her? That you missed her laugh? That you missed her singing? That you just craved her at this point?

You didn't know where this feeling was coming from. You moved on, right? But, why does it feel like you're experiencing that night all over again?

You're knocked out of your thoughts by your girlfriend, "Hey, you okay?" The crowd is loud, so she leans into your ear. You place a hand on her shoulder, reassuringly before nodding your head. She gives you a small smile before turning back towards the stage, you do the same.

The loud instruments play, blasting in your ear before they stop. A familiar tune plays and again they're heard, along with a familiar voice. One that you missed so dearly. You look over to your girlfriend who is surprisingly enjoying the performance, singing along perfectly.

You never knew she was such a big fan, it was shocking actually. Skylar would never play her music around you but you have seen a couple of Olivia's songs on her playlist.

You watch the rest of the performance, your eyes never leaving Olivia. As time passed it felt as if it was just you there, no crowd, no backup dancer, no one. Just you and Olivia. Of course, good 4 u wasn't about you, but tonight it felt like it was. The public only knew half of the story about you and Olivia, they knew that you two weren't exactly friends anymore, but they didn't know the reason why.

To be fair, Olivia didn't even know the reason why, only you did.

There had been a few articles saying "Sour" was about you, but it was not. At least, when you two were friends she began writing the album about her ex-boyfriend Joshua Bassett.

Once her performance ends the crowd stands up, clapping, and you join in with a small smile playing on your face. Yeah, you were happy for her. She deserves this, to be in front of a crowd, doing what she loves.

Doja Cat comes onto the stage to introduce Jennifer Lopez, who announces the winner for Song of the Year, Skylar grabs your hand as the screen shows all of the nominees. "And the VMA goes to..." You feel Skylar's grip on your hand tighten and your heart beating even more than it was before. Jennifer opens the card and quickly glances at you with a smile.

"Y/N MYERS!!"

Hearing the arena fill with your song you stand up, smiling. Skylar jumps up bringing you into a tight hug, you two lean side to side before you pull away, placing a kiss on her lips. You never thought you'd win an award tonight. You just wanted to scream out all the excitement and happiness you were holding in for the cameras.

You make your way to Jennifer, waving to your fans on your way. Jennifer hugs you rubbing your back with a "congratulations", you thank her before picking up the award, looking at it for a few seconds before facing the crowd.

"I can't believe I won this award. There are so many people to thank. I first want to acknowledge my fellow nominees." You glance around the room, " I respect you all so much. I want to thank Kali for joining me in the process of making Get You, um.." You look down at the award before looking back up.

"I want to thank my wonderful friends and girlfriend, Skylar. What can I say, guys? You all loved me and stood by me when I was at my lowest, this award is also for us. But most importantly thank you guys, my amazing fans. You all inspire me so much, this isn't just my award, it's ours!" You lift it in the air, smiling as the crowd cheers. Giving one last wave you leave the stage.

The rest of the VMAs was... interesting. And you're absolutely sure the camera caught you with your mouth agape a couple of times at some of the performances. Actually, you and Skylar. The show ended at around eleven, and you were going to attend the afterparty with Kai since Skylar was heading straight home, tired from the long night. You were going to head home with her but she reassured you that it was fine and you should go enjoy yourself.

Now here you were, staring ahead in your thoughts as you held an empty cup that was previously filled with lemonade in your hand.

"What's on your mind, Y/NN?" You blink a few times, turning your head to Kai. "Kai- I... do you think it's weird that I miss her?" Kai slowly lowers her own cup from her lips, slightly tilting her head. "No. Not at all. I do think that you're an idiot and you need to talk to her tonight."

You snort, "Talking to me is the last thing Olivia wants to do." Kai sighs, leaning back into the leather couch. "Why did you guys stop talking?"

"I...I love her. I loved her, yeah." Your stomach had intense butterflies, it felt so fucking amazing to say it out loud. You waited for a reaction from Kai, but she just sat there, waiting on you?

"Wait...that was it? Be so fucking for real, Y/N." What! You furrow your eyebrows shaking your head in confusion. "Wha?"

"Anyone could see that you loved Olivia, I honestly thought you two were secretly dating and she cheated or something. But you seriously stopped talking to her because you were the last fucking one to find out you love her! You're so stupid."

"Um.." You press your lips together, before laughing. Gosh, you were stupid! Now that you think about it, the feeling of being in love with Olivia is so... compelling. "I'm going to get some more lemonade." You tell Kai, getting up immediately. She hums, taking a sip of her drink.

Olivia Rodrigo, Olivia, Liv! She was flooding your mind. You needed a distraction, and the perfect thing was some lemonade, of course. You had to get Olivia out of your head and how in love you are with her, you mean loved. Oh, who are you kidding? You are off your face in love with that girl.

You spot the drink table, quickly trying to make your way toward it. Thinking the path is clear you walk even faster, until you bump into someone, almost knocking them down. As a reflex you grab their waist, holding them tight so they don't fall.

But that's when you notice, how ordinary this feeling is. And that's when you look and see her.

"Olivia," You gasp out.

[iknowher]

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──ㅤ🤍ㅤ۫ㅤ ͏cheater! gojo who isn't loyal at all 𓉸ㅤ۫ㅤwc.ㅤ:ㅤ1,618 reader's note.ㅤ:ㅤit's quite rushed and short. also it's my first post so requests and constructive criticism is highly appreciated!!

it started with him telling you that he’d be on a mission. you didn’t think he’d be gone for that long. you checked the last time he was here. it’s been approximately 1 week, 4 days and 9 hours. you gave up trying to wait, it was miserable without him home. you decided to text him.. you, 07:24 pm: hey you, 07:24 pm: when are you coming home ??

… no answer. he’d usually respond within minutes— usually seconds. you text him again.. quite desperate now. you, 07:30 pm: gojo you, 07:31 pm: please answer you, 07:36 pm: hellooooo? ! ! ! after a few minutes, a notification sound came from your phone. you got a little dopamine rush, hoping it was gojo. and thank god, it was.. satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: god do you ever shut up satoru ml ❤️, 07:41 pm: you’re so clingy i’m actually sick of you huh? you double-checked the contact name in hopes it wasn’t gojo.. but it really was gojo. you felt confused, why was he acting like this.. like a dick? you felt your eyes swell up. suddenly, yuki texted you. you didn’t feel any more energy to text anyone anymore— but you decided to open it anyway. yuki girlboss duhh, 07:50 pm: um hey girl.. you might wanna see this yuki girlboss duhh, 07:51 pm: (attachment added)

you opened the attachment, feeling your fingers shake. as soon as you open it, you felt a pang of disgust course throughout your body. the picture showcased gojo in a white suit— wait, holy shit.. is that a prada blazer..? you could just tell that his whole outfit probably costed thousands. his hair looked more well-kept than usual.

and there was a girl sitting at the same table as him, she probably also wore an expensive dress.. but you couldn’t really care less. the only thing you cared about was him basically cheating on you. you heard rumors about gojo being a player in highschool, but he was so charismatic— so you decided to ignore it. big mistake. you were so stubborn. literally everyone warned you.. however, you just ignored it. you, 08:02 pm:  oh. ty

shit, you hadn’t realized it but you were on the couch, crying till all your mascara was drooping on your cheeks. you were.. ugly crying.

you were watching your favorite show, 13 reasons why.. you probably rewatched it 4 times by now. and to add onto your already bad mood— you were playing I miss you, I’m sorry in the background.

though your phone was on mute, you couldn’t help but check if anyone texted you. unfortunately gojo did. Satoru Gojo, 01:10 pm: sorry that i said that Satoru Gojo, 01:12 pm: but i have to be real, we should break up … you were torn about insulting him or blocking him— but luckily, you took the more mature route. you, 01:13 pm: kay. why though? within seconds, he responded

Satoru Gojo, 01:13 pm: let’s be honest. this isn’t working. I’m busy and i don't see us continuing as a couple. i’m really sorry you clench your jaw before letting out a scoff, you knew damn well his ass was with another girl, having the time of his life.

you, 01:13 pm: shut the fuck up *you blocked this contact number. tap to unblock* nevermind. you took the immature route you felt the next stage of a breakup, anger and resentment. you opened your instagram, me_and_gojo it was an account where you posted basically all your lively moments with him, gojo. you changed your username to: me_and_myself before taking a good hour or so to delete every post, cleaning everything up. you looked at his account, though there were no posts of him and that girl— you still felt spiteful. you blocked his instagram account too.

…after a couple hours, you woke up at 6 am or so. you rubbed your eyes, seeing that the tv was playing a random movie recommended by netflix. you grabbed the remote, turning it off before grabbing your phone again.. but this time, it was geto, gojo’s best friend. geto, 05:32 am: hey girlieee geto, 05:32 am: i heard you broke up with gojo. I’m rlly sorry for that (i personally think gojo’s in the wrong for that) geto, 05:33 am: but anyway, he wanted his stuff back from your house.. I think he’s moving somewhere else? you let out a sigh, knowing that you’d have to talk or atleast see gojo again you, 06:05 am: oh. alright. you, 06:05 am: when is he coming exactly? geto responds in a few minutes

geto, 06:11 am: he says he can come in an hour or so geto, 06:11 am: just to lyk, i hope you can recover a faint smile appears on your face, but it quickly disappears as you see in the phone reflection how your makeup basically got ruined.. damn, i should invest in some waterproof makeup, you thought to yourself. you quickly head upstairs to your room, grabbing some micellair water and a cotton pad before rubbing it on your face, your makeup disappearing in a couple seconds. as soon as you finish, you hear the doorbell ring. that must be gojo. you felt dread, not wanting to see gojo’s stupid ass face after everything that happened. you hurried downstairs, before opening the door to see gojo, standing casually in front of your house. you felt his six eyes stare at your face. you tried to hide your expression of disgust.. but you could tell he knew you weren’t happy with him being home. he waved awkwardly, ‘’hey, i guess.’’ you ignored him, giving him the silent treatment as he walked in. ‘’oh.. I see, not being very talkative today, eh?’’ he lets out a dumb chuckle. everything that made you love him gave you the ick now. ‘’just.. do your thing.’’ you mumble under your breath. you notice him carrying a couple of big boxes, but even with that— you knew it wouldn’t be enough. ‘’eh alright. it’s gonna take some time, though.’’ he emphasized. as he walked nearby you, you could smell his jean paul gaultier cologne.

the moment you smelled it, you felt dizzy because of how strong it was. highkey, it was suffocating. you made a face of disgust, but you quickly turned around and sat on the couch, looking at him as he walked upstairs with an empty box— and in a few minutes he was downstairs with a full box you were unsure that could even be taped shut. this process continued for more than an hour, until he finally spoke up. ‘’hey, i’m done now. have a good life, alright?’’ he says before walking out the door. you quickly waddled to lock the door and head upstairs, curious how the room you first shared looked like now. you never noticed that most of the stuff in the house was from gojo. everything was and looked so empty— it didn’t feel homey anymore. fast forward to a few months or maybe a year later, you still weren’t really over it yet. honestly, even though gojo was annoying as shit, he fulfilled a spot in your heart nobody could.

he was arrogant, sure, but he could also be an absolute sweetheart at times— and let’s not forget the time when he spoiled you at your birthday. you felt so lucky to be his girlfriend.

maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t find anybody like gojo again. all your friends told you, ‘’girl there are so many fish in the sea’’ and all that bullshit. but, you also knew, if he was really your soulmate— he wouldn’t have cheated in the first place.

after your initial breakup, you couldn’t really care to take care of your looks, usually having messy hair and little to no makeup each day you went to work. maybe being single would be better, cause then you wouldn’t have any heartbreak anymore.

until one day that you walked out the door, deciding to walk to work, it wasn’t that far from your place anyway. you saw geto, but you noticed that he looked kind of.. sad? and he didn’t even care to put his hair up into a bun.

you stopped him in his tracks, wanting to greet him. ‘’hey geto.’’ you smile awkwardly as he glances up at you. ‘’oh. hi.’’ he says, trying to act polite.

‘’eh.. what’s up?’’ you ask him, wanting to know the reason behind his dampened mood. ‘’oh.. you haven’t heard?’’

‘’gojo died.’’ those two words felt like a truck crashing into your heart. ah.. you hated him, sure, but you didn’t exactly want him to die.

‘’huh.. when.. why?’’ you ramble, before geto interrupts you. ‘’well he died, like, a couple days ago. and why? meh.’’ geto shrugs in a nonchalant way. ‘’he died because of a mission. he was being kind of cocky— he thought he’d be able to kill sukuna.’’ you cut him off, wondering how he could’ve died— i mean. he has infinity, six eyes.. he’s basically immortal. right?‘’hold on— how?’’ ‘’hey, i don’t know either.’’

and from that day forward, you had to live with curiosity. who was that girl he was on a date with? how did he even die? but deep down, you knew you would never get an answer on any of your questions. you unblocked him, just to send one, last, message.

you, 06:03 pm: i miss you you, 06:03 pm: i’m sorry. *this contact number has been deleted, your message could not be delivered*

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[potatoplace]

Honey

Omega!Elain x Alpha!Reader

kinktober day 13 (laaaate) | omegaverse, toys

kinktober '24 masterlist | ACOTAR x reader masterlist

Story Summary: After a concerning number of phone calls and messages from your omega, you rush home to find out what's happening. Thankfully, it's nothing to worry about, just your omega, needy and in heat and ready to be taken care of.

Warnings: smut, omegaverse, knotting, sex toys

Words: ~1.5k

Author's Note: sweet Elaaaaain ahhhh how I love you, you soft sweet female! She's so cute and needy in this I just love her so much. Also, I'm sorry this was late! But it's here now and I love it. I hope you guys like it too!

18+ only pls

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“Come on, turn green!” You yelled at the traffic light, smacking your hands against the wheel.

It was the last light before you could turn onto the road you live on, the last light before you could check on your omega.

Elain had called you twenty times, left eight voicemails, and had incoherently texted you up until forty minutes ago, when all contact had suddenly stopped.

You had been in a meeting until a half an hour ago, and after seeing so many notifications from sweet Elain you had immediately hopped in your car and booked it home, anxiety building in your gut with every minute that passed without Elain calling you. Even your own calls to her went unanswered, your mind running wild at what it could mean.

Was she hurt? Did someone take her? Is she afraid?

You knew that she was more likely to be in heat- she was due for one in the next week or so, but your alpha instincts were running wild without having heard her say that she is perfectly fine, without seeing her for yourself.

The light finally changed colors, and you were soon pulled into your driveway, car parked and running in the front door.

As soon as you crossed the threshold, your senses were hit with the sweet, honeyed scent of your omega in heat, sending heat rushing through you. Your eyes flicked across the entryway, ears picking up soft whimpers from the living room to your left, and you made your way through the archway.

Your eyes landed on Elain, slumped on the floor against the couch, naked and with a knotting toy shoved deep inside of her cunt.

“Sweet omega, oh I’m so sorry I wasn’t here when you started your heat,” you said softly as you rushed over to her, your hands fussing against her skin, taking her temperature and smoothing back her sweat soaked hair. Elain whimpered pitifully, her forehead pushing weakly into your touch. “Let’s get you into your nest, ‘mega.”

You scooped Elain into your arms, leaving the knotting toy inflated inside of her to keep her with some relief. Elain sighed, her head nuzzling into your shoulder and scenting you as you brought her into your shared bedroom.

The bed that had been nicely made when you left this morning had been quickly transformed into Elain’s nest, blankets piled around the edges to create a makeshift wall, and all of the pillows in the house were placed around the inside of it. You spotted several pieces of clothing that you had worn in the past few days, your sleep shirts and apron included. Gently, you settled Elain in the middle of the nest, taking care to place a pillow under her head.

You pulled away to remove your shoes and clothes quickly, but Elain still cried out at the lack of contact.

“Alpha,” she whined, her hands pawing at the air for you, and you were there in the next moment, having shed your clothes as quickly as you could.

“I know, omega. I’m here,” you sighed against her skin as you brushed your lips against her mating mark, her breath catching and the sound making your heart skip a beat.

She had never lost that effect on you, and you were certain that she never would.

One arm braced you over Elain, allowing the other hand to snake down between her thighs, fingers brushing over her clit. Her answering gasp let you know that she was still in the first wave of her heat, still so sensitive to every little touch. You worked your fingers over her swollen bud slowly, your mouth sucking light marks onto Elain’s neck, tasting the sweat on her skin and the sweet scent radiating off of her, as addictive as ever.

Elain arched into your body, craning her neck to the side to give you better access to her skin.

You didn’t miss taking advantage of that, your teeth sinking lightly into the scar of the mating mark, loving the way your omega cried out your name, breathy moans landing right in your ear as she fell over the edge, hands pawing gently at you.

“Sweet little ‘mega, do you need more?” You asked lowly into Elain’s ear.

“Mm…” Elain whimpered, just barely managing to nod her head.

“Okay, honey. Just wait a moment, alright? And I’ll give you everything you need.”

You moved swiftly to the bedside table, opening the drawer and grabbing the strap-on knotting toy that the two of you kept around for when you weren’t in rut but Elain went into heat.

A good thing, seeing how desperate your sweet omega was at the moment, her hips gently rocking against the toy still buried inside of her.

You made quick work of putting it on, making sure it was secure against your hips and the little hand pump was attached and easy to grab.

Then, you came hover over Elain once more, sliding down to rest your shoulders between her spread thighs. The toy inside of was deflated slowly, the whimpers coming from the lips of your omega hurting your heart. Once the knot was small enough, you pulled the toy out of Elain, setting it off to the side before bringing your mouth to her core.

Her sweet, sweet pussy tasted like honey and jasmine, so perfectly, wonderfully Elain and instantly intoxicating you, your mind narrowing to just the taste of her, the soft sighs gracing your ears, the gentle squeeze of her thighs around your head when she got closer to the edge.

Two fingers pushed inside of her as your tongue moved its attentions to her clit, curling against the spot that you knew would drive her to finish. Elain did a few moments later, her hands tangling in your hair and tugging lightly, your sweet omega’s slick rushing out of her and straight to your tongue, pure honey to your senses, syrupy and sweet and washing your mind in hormones, calling you to breed your omega full.

Elain’s hands were still in your hair as you prowled up her body, eyes roving over her heated flesh, a light sheen of sweat covering her.

You dipped your fingers into Elain’s core, coating the head of the toy in her slick before slowly pushing it into her, reveling in the satisfied moans spilling from her lips as you filled her.

Elain shuddered underneath you when the slightly inflated knot pushed into her, enough to give her the fullness she was craving while still being able to thrust in and out of her slowly, angling the toy to the sweet spots deep inside of her.

Your face was buried in her neck as you fucked her, taking in every bit of her scent that you could, licking and biting at the sensitive skin of her scent gland, Elain copying your actions against your own neck. Her soft kisses and gentle nips were slowly driving you insane, your own core feeling molten from the desire your omega caused in you.

But right now was about her, easing her heat and knotting her as many times as she needed.

And you did just that, inflating the knot and letting it catch on her hole a couple of times before settling inside of her, fully inflating the knot and groaning as your omega shuddered and cried out her release, biting down on your mating mark the moment after.

Both of you were panting when Elain relaxed slightly, her arms falling away from your shoulders. She blinked up at you, her eyes looking clearer than earlier, less clouded by desire.

“Hi,” she whispered, a soft smile on her lips as she met your eyes.

“Hi, ‘Lain. I’m sorry I didn’t get home sooner, love, I was in a meeting,” you said apologetically, giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.

Elain sighed happily against your lips, leaning up and stealing another. “It’s okay, alpha, you’re here now. That’s what matters.”

You smiled and nuzzled your nose with hers. “That’s true, little ‘mega. And I’m going to call in a little bit and let them know that I’ll be out of the office for the next week. And every second is going to be spent pampering you and knotting you. Does that sound good?”

Elain beamed up at you. “That sounds perfect, Y/N.”

“Good, love. Now, let me know when you need me to take the knot out or if you need more, hmm?”

Elain nodded her head, letting you pull her onto her side as you rolled onto yours, snuggling her face against your bare chest. “Just snuggles for now, alpha.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, and let your hands run through her tangled hair, working out the knots. In a few minutes, Elain has drifted off, soft snuffles leaving her lips every now and then.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you looked down at your omega, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.

Your sweet omega.

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[lixzey]

Heart to Heart

super thanks to @lilmaymayy for all the help 🤍

ONE. TWO. THREE.

warnings: mentions of death, car accident, hospitalization, and surgery.

wc: 2.8k

Y/N L/N had it all. A perfect life, a loving family, friends, you name it.

She's a beautiful woman with a heart and soul to match it. But, she's dying.

Her heart, it's killing her. She has everything, except a heart donor. Her heart has a hole, and it's keeping her from living her life. 

“M-Mom..I-I can't breathe, it hurts...” Then everything faded to black.

Y/N woke up in a room with clean white walls, crisp white bed sheets and the sickening smell of disinfectant. The only thing she could hear was the silent beeping of the monitor, she was in the hospital—again. 

Y/N closed her eyes shut, she didn't want to be in this place. She had already spent all her life in hospitals, she didn't want to die in one. Then, she heard hushed voices—one of which was her mother.

“Doc, is my daughter okay? Will she be okay?” her mom asked, her voice shaky.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. L/N.” 

“H-how long?” 

“Six months—a year, if we're lucky.” 

Y/N's mom let out a shaky exhale, “Is...is there any other way?” 

“The only way your daughter can survive is a heart transplant. Your daughter's condition is very critical, and there may be some complications if the transplant isn't done as soon as possible. That six months? It could be possible that she'd die today, tomorrow, next week, next month. Anything can happen, and if I were you I'd find a donor as soon as possible.” Then the doctor left, leaving Y/N's mom to break down silently. 

“M-Mom?” Y/N asked in a hoarse dry voice.

Her mom turned around, and forced a smile—her cheeks were stained with fresh tears and her eyes were red and puffy—probably from being sleep deprived. 

“Mom, am I going to die?” Y/N whispered, her voice breaking. Her mom quickly rushed to her side, hugging her tight. 

“Mom, I'm- I don't wanna die! I can't die! I want to chase my dreams, Mom! I want to live-”

“It's going to be alright, sweetheart. I won't let you die, I won't.”

Y/N felt the whole world crumble. She was too young to die. She was barely even in her early twenties—she was only twenty three—and already spent her life in hospitals. She wasn't even finished with college, all she wanted to do ever since she was a little girl was to be  a lawyer, and now with her declining condition it would be a miracle to reach 24. She isn't supposed to die, she was supposed to live her dreams—not be stuck in a hospital room or six feet under ground. 

It has been two weeks since Y/N's diagnosis. And still, she had no donor. It was honestly nerve wracking—simply  knowing that your days are limited, Y/N had no idea if she'd be alive the next day or even the next hour. It was torture, her heart and chest aching every minute of day. She couldn't get out of her bed—or even eat for that matter. 

Y/N L/N had a lot of things on her list she wanted to do. She had dreams, big fucking dreams. Y/N dreamt of becoming one of the most prestigious lawyers the world has ever seen. She was a bright kid growing up—she always had good grades and usually never let her illness get the best of her, but when it did she made sure to still make an effort to complete each and every homework assignment. And now because of her illness, she'd lose all of the good things in her life. There were so many  things Y/N still wanted to do, and one of them was falling in love. 

Y/N sighed, she was tired of her life being a complete opposite of what she wanted. She grabbed her phone from her nightstand and scrolled through her tiktok, hoping for a bit of good news around the world—like world peace or maybe mother earth is healing. 

“Timothée Chalamet's girlfriend, dead on the spot in a car crash!”

“Poor guy.” Y/N muttered as she read the comments on the video. Why was life that cruel? Sure, Y/N didn't know the guy, but based on the comments he loved his girlfriend. 

“Y/N, darling! It's time for dinner! You still need to take your medicine!” Y/N's mom called from downstairs. Y/N slowly stood up, her vision was suddenly blurry—her chest tightened and her heart felt like it was stabbed—this wasn't like any episode she ever had.  She fell to the floor with a loud thud, her eyes fighting to stay open. 

The last thing Y/N heard was her mom screaming for help before everything went pitch black.

Timothée woke up with a terrible feeling, like something had happened—or something bad was going to happen. He had just gotten home from Paris fashion week and he was still jet lagged. Timothée brushed the feeling off, yawning as he got up from his bed, walking to his bathroom to get ready for the day—even if he had nothing to do. 

Suddenly his phone rang, it was Zendaya. 

“What's up, Z?“ Timothée asked, his voice still groggy. 

“Are you okay? Fuck, I can't imagine what you're feeling right now, Tim. Condolence-” Timothée's eyes widened, “What the hell are you talking about, Z?” 

“Oh shit, you don't know yet?” 

“What do I don't know, Zendaya? You're scaring me.” 

“I'm so sorry, Tim. Check the news.” Timothée quickly ended the call. He opened every social media account that he had, until he found the news.

“Timothée Chalamet's girlfriend, dead on the spot in a car crash!”

Timothée felt his whole world shatter. He felt numb as tears prickled against his eyes, beginning to stream down his face. Timothée called his girlfriend's best friend, frantically asking what hospital she was taken to. He grabbed his car keys and bolted out of his house. Timothée was shaking, he wanted to kill whoever crashed into his girlfriend's car. He drove as fast as he could, his vision was getting blurred by tears—but he didn't care. He needed to get to her. He needed to get to his Kaylee. 

As soon as Timothée arrived at the hospital, he parked his car—not caring if it was too far from the entrance—and ran toward the hospital.

“Where's Kaylee Jenkins!?” Timothée practically screamed at the nurse on duty.

“Timothée.” He looked back and saw his and Kaylee's friends, Tom and Hannah. 

“Where is she!?” Timothée roared, grabbing Tom's collar angrily. 

“Calm down, Timothée!” Hannah snapped at him, pulling him off of Tom. 

“How am I supposed to calm down!? My girlfriend is dead! The love of my fucking life is dead! Tell me where the fuck she is before I fucking lose it!” 

“Timothée Hal!” 

“Tell me!” Timothée yelled again. 

Tom sighed, feeling hurt for his friend,  “Take him to Kaylee. I'll wait for Zendaya and Kaylee's family.” 

Hannah led Timothée to the morgue. As soon as she opened the door, Timothée saw her—the only body inside of the morgue—covered by a white sheet. He let out a shaky breath before he slowly lifted the cloth covering Kaylee's face. 

His beautiful Kaylee, bruised and bloody.

“I'll leave you alone for a bit.” Hannah patted him on his shoulder, before walking out and giving him time with his beloved. 

Timothée stared at Kaylee, the woman he loved for three years, the woman he wanted to marry—gone—taken away from him. He touched her lips that he always kissed, her nose that always scrunched when she got annoyed, and her once rosy cheeks that he loved to pinch. He kissed her forehead, for the last time.

“I love you, Kaylee.” Timothée whispered, tears streaming from his green eyes. “You're so unfair, Kaylee. You said that we'd be together forever, you said you'd never leave me, but you did. You promised we'd grow old together, that we'd build a life together....” Timothée sobbed, “I will never forget you, my love. I love you so fucking much, you're the only girl I will ever love like this.” 

Y/N woke up back in the hospital. Her mother was smiling from ear to ear, “What happened, Mom?” Y/N asked. 

“You fainted again. Don't worry, you're okay. You finally have a heart donor!” her mother smiled, “You're going to live!” 

“Really?” Y/N almost squealed, “H-How? What happened?” 

Y/N's mom softy smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead. “Sadly, another girl passed away, but her parents agreed to donate her heart for you. But you're going to live, sweetheart. You're going to live and be able to grow old.” she whispered. 

“Thank you, Mom.” 

Y/N finally felt hope for one, hope for her future, hope for her life. She finally had a chance to live, without worrying if one day her heart would just stop. It was a miracle—a chance to know how her life would turn out. A gift she'd be thankful for the rest of her life. 

Y/N asked her mother who was her heart donor. Her mother said it was from a girl who died in a car accident. Y/N was first on the list of donees, and her mother had already talked to her donor's parents—they agreed, because somehow they could feel their daughter's presence even if she's gone, because I'd have her heart. Everything was ready, she would be operated on as soon as possible.  

After the operation, Y/N woke up with her mother beside her. 

“Mom?” Y/N croaked out. 

“Y/N.” Her mother smiled at her, tears were forming in her mother's eyes. 

“Why are you crying, mom?” 

“I thought I'd lose you forever, Y/N/N.” her mother sniffled, “I'm so happy, darling. You're alive and well, what more can a mother ask for?”

After a week, Y/N finally went home. She'd continue her recovery at home, and day by day she was getting better. 

Six months later.

“Y/N, darling? Go get ready, we're going somewhere.”  

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked. 

“The parents of the girl who donated your heart wants to meet you.”

“Oh, okay. I'll go get ready.” Y/N smiled at her mother before turning to get ready. 

She was going to meet the parents of the person who gave her a chance to live again. 

Y/N and her mother drove an hour and a half to a house in the Bronx. As soon as Y/N got out of the car, she saw a man with beautiful green eyes and chocolate brown curls looking at her. Her heart suddenly started pounding in her chest. The man gave her a small smile, before walking away. He looked miserable—like he hasn't slept in days—months even. 

“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins.” Y/N's mother greeted an older couple—they were around their late forties.

“Oh nonsense! Call us Marian and Adam.” the woman—Marian—smiled warmly. “And you must be Y/N, right?” Y/N nodded, “Yes, ma'am.” Suddenly, both Marian and Adam hugged her tightly. Y/N stumbled back a bit, but she let them hug her. She assumed it felt comforting—maybe because they could hear their daughter's heart inside her. 

“Sorry, I hope you don't mind,” the older woman apologised as she pulled away from Y/N, “It's just, it feels like I'm hugging Kaylee again and-” 

“No worries Marian,” Y/N smiled, “You can hug me as long as you want. I may not be Kaylee, but I can be like a daughter to you.” 

Marian started to sob, “Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to me, to us.” 

Then suddenly, the man who Y/N saw earlier came up to her and hugged her tight. She didn't know what was happening, the man was hugging her tight—tighter than what Marian and Adam did. But, Y/N didn't pull away. His hug felt like coming home. Y/N felt her heart beat rapidly, like banging drums. 

After a few minutes—yes, minutes—the man pulled away from Y/N. The two locked eyes, and Y/N felt time stood still around her, like everything was a movie. 

Marian and Adam led Y/N and her mother to their backyard. They talked for a bit—told her to take care of herself and always stay safe. Of course they'd say that, because their daughter's heart was inside her.  

Y/N found out the name of the man who hugged her. He was Timothée Chalamet, Kaylee's boyfriend of three years. He's a famous actor, but Y/N didn't know him. How would she even know him? She spent all her life inside hospitals—she really didn't have the time to watch movies or Hollywood dramas. 

“Hey, it's been great meeting you and,  uh-this may be an awkward o-or forward question, but, uh-do you think I can get your number? I'd like to get to know you better.” Timothée asked, a hopeful look plastered on his face. 

“Yeah sure, it's no problem.”

Ever since Y/N and Timothée exchanged numbers, they’ve been texting each other back and forth. It even became Y/N’s routine to start her day with sending him a “good morning” and ending it with a reply to Timothee’s “goodnight”. 

Until one day Timothée texted her, asking if she'd like to go out with him. 

Hey

What's up, Tim?

Do you have plans tomorrow night?

Uh, none that I could think of. Why?

Can I ask you out?

What?

On a date. Or maybe just hang out? I don't know, we can do whatever you want. 

When Y/N read his offer to go on a date and she squealed into her pillow, kicking her feet up in the air at the excitement rumbling in her stomach. She knew it was wrong. He was-or is still grieving, he just lost his girlfriend of three years in an instant. But with his charming words, his sexy voice, mesmerizing green eyes, and his perfect face she couldn't help a slight crush forming. She was talking to a celebrity, and it felt like a dream—like something you'd see only in movies. 

“Mom, Timothée just asked me out.” 

“What? Really? Y/N, that's amazing! You're going on a date for the very first time!” her mom teased. 

Y/N has never exactly been on a date before but this is how it would be like, right? 

The next day, Y/N got ready for her date—or to hang out with Timothée, as a friend— or maybe something more? hopefully anyways. She was giddy, she was going on a date with a handsome guy who just so happened to be a famous actor. Who wouldn't be excited? Y/N wore a simple off-shoulder blue dress that flourished just above her knees and some white strappy wedge heels. Her hair was braided to the side with some simple lip gloss, foundation, and blush for makeup. 

After waiting for what felt like hours, their doorbell rang. It's him, he's actually here, picking her up for an entire day together. When Y/N opened the door, she saw him wearing a white shirt under a leather jacket paired with denim jeans. His hair was perfectly messy—Y/N wanted to run her fingers through his curls so badly. Timothée Chalamet is undeniably handsome, as if he was carved by the gods. 

“Y-you look beautiful, Y/N.”

“Thanks, you look good too.” Y/N chuckled nervously. Timothée led Y/N to his car and opened the door for her. Timothée took Y/N to one of his favourites. Buvette Gastrotheque—a small french café in West Village. The place was cosy, quaint, and there weren't a lot of people. Sitting down at a small table, Timothée ordered the COQ au Vin while Y/N got the Salade de Poulet. They paired it off with red wine, and chocolate mousse for dessert. As they waited for their food to arrive, Timothée and Y/N talked about life, interests, favourite foods, and surprisingly—they had a lot in common. 

“Y/N?” 

“Hm?” 

“I know we've only been talking for a month, but i need to tell you something.” Timothée grabbed her hand, intertwining it with his, “I'm….. well, uh- starting to see you a little differently.. You know? I just-” he sighs, “I feel something for you, Y/N. And I wanna know if you would ever feel the same way.”

Y/N felt the world around her stop, her eyes locking with his. Ever since he asked for her number she knew she was going to love him, but she didn't feel as happy as she thought she would be. Instead, she felt a pit slowly sinking to her stomach. 

It was wrong. 

Absolutely wrong.

It's been less than a year since Kaylee passed and he's already moving on, what if he doesn't actually like her but rather the heart she now wore. Y/N was speechless. She couldn't utter a word. She wanted to say she was slowly getting feelings for him too, but she knew she couldn’t. 

“Timothée....”

“Y/N, please. Think about it. Give me an answer when you're ready. Just....please give me a chance.”

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[yourfavoritewitchbitch]

Gator Tillman x Fem! Reader

Badge Bunny AU - This can be read as a stand alone. Read more of their series here.

Summary: Gator gets hurt which leads to confessions from the both of you.

18+ Only Minors DNI!

Warnings: Minimal use of Y/N. Reader is referred to as "Bunny" or "Bun." Established relationship. Roy Tillman (Roy being the ass that he is). Gator gets hurt - no details just the aftermath. Angst. Fluff. Brief smut (not explicit).

Word Count: 2.7K

Gator had left that morning in a rush, skipping breakfast altogether to go help Roy with something. The kind of something that he stayed tight lipped about that always made you feel uneasy.

Up before dawn, rousing you to make sure he could kiss you properly before starting his day and he was out the door.

You'd wish you'd said it then. It's been on the tip of your tongue for weeks now.

That thrumming in your chest with every beat of your heart. That ache that comes along when you know you care about someone. When you love someone. When you finally admit it to yourself.

You'd gotten to work without so much as a “miss you sweet thing” or “tacos tonight” text. It wasn't unusual for him to go a while without hearing from him but today just felt off.

The moment he'd told you he had to be out early; you knew it was trouble.

“Helping dad tomorrow. We've got to clean up a mess.”

You'd started voicing your concerns about Roy more often since he'd finished completely moving in and was no longer under his dad's thumb 24/7.

He started to see things your way, little by little. You were proud of the man he was becoming, no longer seeking his daddy's approval all the time. He was trying to be a better man for himself and for you.

It was another couple of hours with nothing. You'd sent a few texts his way with no reply. Getting worried, you finally called him on break only for it to go straight to voicemail.

You chewed your nail, debating on reaching out to the one person who would know what was going on. But as if my dumb luck, two deputies walked in for lunch, halting your finger from making that call.

You stomped over to them with a purpose.il

Andy noticed you first, giving you a puzzled look.

“Y/N? Figured you'd be up at the hospital.”

It felt like your entire world came crashing down with those words.

“What happened?” It's all you could think to ask.

“Uh, I don't know all the details, just know he's pretty banged up. Did… did no one call you?”

You didn't answer, going straight to the back telling Henry you couldn't stay.

Your fists were clenched so tight around the steering wheel, your knuckles were white. The hospital was only about 15 minutes away, but you couldn't get there fast enough.

You were a nervous wreck walking through the entrance only expecting the worst, heading straight for reception.

“I need to see Gator Tillman.” You spoke as calmly as your voice would allow.

“You family, hon? Only family allowed back there with him right now.”

“I….I'm his girlfriend.” You should have just lied but you figured everyone in this damn town knew Gator. He wasn't married.

“Sorry hon. You'll have to wait out here for now.” She gave you a pitying look.

“Yeah, okay.” You sighed and found the nearest seat.

You'd tried to talk to reception again about 20 minutes later, but they weren't going to budge. Wouldn't even tell you if he was okay.

Each second was agonizing. Your knee was bouncing, and each time the door shot open your head followed to see if it was who you were looking for.

At this rate, the skin around your nails that you were picking would all be bleeding.

Sitting in your own agony, you almost missed the voice behind you.

“No, goddamnit, tell him to go out there now.”

Roy.

You stood up immediately, walking over to catch up with his large strides.

“Roy!” You'd half shouted, as he turned stunned but his face somewhat softened when he saw you.

“Is he okay? Please just tell me he's okay. These assholes won't let me back there since I'm not family. Won't even tell me what's going on.” It all rushed out with one breath.

“Whoa, whoa.” He clasped a hand on your shoulder. You wanted to jerk away from him but stood still.

“He's going to be fine y/n. Broken wrist and bruised ego. But otherwise, he's fine.”

You breathed a small sigh of relief.

“How?” Your eyes welled, from anger. Looking straight at the reason why but you held your tongue.

“He let someone get the drop on him. Let his guard down, but you shouldn't worry about all that. Why don't you go home and wait on him? He should be released in another hour or so. I can get one of the Deputies to drive you.” He smiled, as if trying to be reassuring but it just turned your stomach.

“I'm fine here. I'm not leaving until I see him.” You finally took a step back, as his hand fell from you.

“Suit yourself. Boys, let's go.” He and the rest of his goons skirted past you.

“You aren't staying?!”

He stopped; his jaw tensed before turning to fully face you.

“Duty calls. He’s a grown man. He doesn't need me here. Or you for that matter. He doesn't need some woman making him soft or distracting him.”

He leveled his gaze, stepping closer to you. As much as you didn't want to, you felt small.

“You are just a distraction, aren't you? Clouding his judgment.”

The insinuation that this was somehow your fault was laughable, but his words sat like a stone in the pit of your stomach.

You were rattled, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how he had affected you.

You steeled your gaze, giving him no trace of emotion.

“I think we both know what's always clouding his judgment. What's always in the back of his mind and it's not me.”

His eyes flickered with surprise just for a moment, but you caught it.

“You have a good day y/n. We'll see you real soon.” He tipped his hat and turned to join his crew.

You watched him take his leave. Standing there alone, finally saying fuck it.

You'd seen the general direction he'd come from. Keeping an eye on the front desk, you walked over to the double doors leading to the private emergency rooms.

Luck was on your side, as someone was being wheeled out, you slipped past.

One by one, you peeked your head into doors and through closed curtains. Muttering apologies along the way.

Finally, your eyes spotted familiar boots, ankles crossed at the end of a bed. You sighed but the hammering in your chest didn't stop.

You slowly crept into the room; steps silent as you drew closer to him.

He was sitting back against the pillows, eyes closed with his right arm still against his side. They hadn't set a cast yet.

You silently watched him, his chest with a steady rise and fall, tangible proof he was here.

“Gator?” Your voice was so small you didn't recognize it.

His eyes shot open, immediately finding your glossy ones.

“Bunny? Baby, hey.” He smiled sweetly, studying your face.

You hadn't moved, as if you were scared to actually see him. He had a bruise forming under his right eye, his top lip had a gash in it and you knew his wrist was broken. You could only imagine what else lay beneath his clothes.

‘C’mere.” He reached out to you with his good hand.

You almost lunged at him. Throwing your arms around his neck, careful not to jostle him too much. Pulling his head to your chest, as he wound his arm around your waist, fingers clutched tight with a bruising grip.

He's okay. He's okay. He's okay.

You finally released a breath you'd been holding.

“You scared me, you jackass.” You sniffed, causing him to look up, as your eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

“Are … are you crying?” He couldn't stop the smile from creeping across his lips, tucking his head back against you.

“No, shut up.” You wiped a stray tear away with the back of your hand.

He wanted to give you shit. Tease you until you were boiling over but he liked this side of you. It was rare to see you soft. Especially soft for him, so he held you a few more minutes letting you run your fingers through his hair.

“Let me see your eye,” you finally spoke.

He raised up, as you placed your palm to his cheek, running your thumb just under his eye and over the ugly purple splotches marring his handsome face.

You turned your attention to his lip, examining it, careful not to touch the angry, reddened wound as your thumb traced along the curve of his bottom lip.

He swallowed the lump in his throat.

“S’fine Bunny. I'm fine. Fucker got the jump on me s’all.” He shrugged as if he wasn't sitting here in a hospital room.

“Fine? You're in the fucking hospital. This isn't fine, Gator. If you hadn't been doing Roy's dirty work, you wouldn't be here.” His nonchalant attitude pissed you off. “And where the hell is your phone?”

“Smashed. I told dad to call you.” His brows knit in confusion.

“Of course, well he didn't. I had to hear it from fucking Andy when he came in for lunch.”

“Oh, he must've gotten busy or somethin’.” Mumbling toward the end.

“Right,” you scoff. “How silly of me to forget how busy Sheriff Roy is to not even give his own son's girlfriend a call when he's in the goddamn hospital. I mean I know he hates me but Jesus Christ.”

“Bunny, just stop. He doesn't hate you. Just lower your fuckin’ voice before they kick you out of here.” He kept his tone level, trying to calm you down when he noticed the nurse passing by gave you both a sideways glance.

You took a deep breath. You knew he was right. It wasn't the place for a full-blown melt down.

“Fine but this conversation is far from over.” Pushing your finger at his chest.

He scooted over on the small bed, making room for you as he tucked you into his side, kissing the top of your head.

“It's ok Bun. It'll heal. Not the first time I've been broken probably won't be the last.”

“Yeah, I know.” As long as he was stuck under any of Roy's influence things would never truly change.

They finally got his cast set and quickly got him discharged so you could take him home.

You stopped for a new phone on the way. Then another stop at the gas station so he could buy a new vape. Somewhere along the way his was lost.

You were both unusually quiet on the drive. Your mind was still running over a million different scenarios on how today could have gone.

He huffed that vape almost nonstop. You knew something was bothering him, so you didn't say anything about the lingering scents wafting in the car like you normally would.

“Want me to cook tonight?” Finally breaking the silence, as he snorted.

“Are you tryin’ to finish me off?” He chuckled.

You reached over, hitting his chest with the back of your hand playfully.

It got quiet again as you drew closer to home. He held your hand, thumb rubbing soothingly against yours as he looked out the window absentmindedly.

Once you finally got him settled into the house, he showered, while you threw a frozen pizza in the oven. About as close to a home cooked meal that you could provide.

You both ate in silence at the small table within the kitchen. You watched him scarf the food down with eagerness, wondering if he'd bothered to grab a bite all day.

He finally looked up and sighed, placing the slice he'd been munching back on his plate giving you his full attention.

“Bunny, you're kind of freakin’ me out. Quit staring at me. Why’re you so quiet, huh?”

Never one short on words, yet you were rendered speechless to the simple fact that you didn't know how to tell him how scared you had been at the thought of losing him.

“Gator, baby… when I found out you were in the hospital, my mind went blank. I was so worried I would never see you again.” The sting behind your eyes made itself known.

“Baby, look at me, I'm fi…”

“I swear to God if I hear you say you're fine one more time I'm going to break your other arm. You are not fine. This is not fine.” You laid your hand on his cast.

“It's…” He started again, but you quickly cut back in.

“No, let me finish.” His mouth slipped closed, as he nodded. “If you keep doing this stupid grunt work for Roy, I'm scared that you're going to end up in prison, or God forbid dead. How do you not see that?”

“Bunny, you worry too much.” He shook his head dismissively. “I got this.”

“From where I'm sitting it doesn’t look like you've got shit, Gator. Jesus!” You stood quickly, the chair almost toppling over from the sudden movement.

He was caught off guard but stood to meet you, catching your wrist before you got too far from him.

“Goddamn Bunny, just calm down. What the fuck am I supposed to do? He's my dad.”

“I don't know? Run away, get out of this town. Out of this state! I don't care where, as long we're together. I just need you!” Your eyes began to well, a moment of vulnerability you never let anyone see.

You allowed him to pull you into his chest, as you wound your arms around his waist. He was hurt, yet here he was consoling you.

He pulled you close. His cast pressed into your back, catching the fabric of your shirt slightly. A glaring reminder of the one person standing in-between you.

You push your cheek tight to his chest, breathing him in. The woodsy spice of his body wash still clinging to him, filling your senses.

“Gator, I can't lose you. I…” You took the moment to lift your chin so you could look directly into his eyes. Those hazel eyes flecked with greens and golds, currently half lidded. He looked as tired as you felt.

Your chest felt tight, it's as if the words were carving their way through you. You had to get them out before they ate you alive.

“I love you.”

It came out loud in the quiet space, as it hung in the air between you. Eight letters, three syllables. Words that could change your entire relationship.

A look flickered across his face, before his gaze further softened.

His reply came pressing his lips to yours. Taking his time, slowly working against yours. Languid movements as if you had all the time in the world and maybe right now you did.

He hisses slightly when you kiss him back, pressure hitting his split lip.

You pulled back, “fuck, I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.” Pressing his forehead to meet yours. “Say it again, please.”

“I love you, Gator Tillman.”

He slides the tip of his nose against the slope of yours, “I love you, too.” Mumbling across your lips as they meet once more.

You couldn't help the smile that lifted the corners of your mouth, as you pulled back to look at him. His look of pure adoration mirroring yours.

You weren't sure where you'd go from here, but you didn't want to worry about that now. You were in the arms of the man you loved, both safe and sound.

You laid bare before him that night; hearts flayed open with nothing else to hide.

Your lips trailing across his skin. Promising to kiss it better. Every cut, every bruise and every broken bone.

Hips rolling into his, soft and lazy. Sweat slicked chests sliding against each other. Pressed so tightly together you didn't know where you ended, and he began.

Arms slung around his neck, endless “I love yous” shared between breathless kisses. His blunt fingertips digging into the fat of your hips as you rode him.

Drawing out the pleasure induced haze for as long as possible. Moans and desperate pleas. Closer, harder, deeper until you were both satiated.

Falling asleep with the weight of his arm draped across your waist as soft kisses were placed across your shoulders with promises of tomorrow and forever.

In the quiet moments before dawn, you watched him sleep. Chest rhythmically rising and falling with each breath. Fingers lazily tracing patterns into his bare skin.

Hoping against hope that when the sun rose, he could fulfill those promises whispered to you in the dark.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Hello! I hope you’re well! Could I please request a yandere male idol with a fem reader? The reader is his manager and overworks a lot

A/N: I am currently a sick little dude without any motivation, so I’m sorry this one is a little sucky-- gonna try my hardest to make something Christmassy before christmas!! (Also anon I loved this and the gardener idea I'm just hella slow (TヘT) )

TW: manipulation, gaslighting, yandere-ish themes, fear of abandonment

Synopsis: As an overworked manager to a well-known but conceited idol, you plan on quitting right after one of his shows. Unfortunately, your client is a lot more convincing than you expected. 

Word Count:2800

The ending lyric to an all too familiar preppy, upbeat song was muffled behind the dressing room door you stood next to. Even the applause and screams of excitement could be heard through the thin performance center walls as you gathered up your bag. 

Feet stomped outside the door, rushing bodies moving back and forth to push stage equipment and props, making sure it all moves discreetly in time for the audience to stay oblivious. And, for the main idol to stay compliant. You waited to hear the heavier clacks of polished dance shoes, the sound of heavy breathing from hours of singing and layers of clothes being rustled. You smelt his hairspray before you heard his signature sounds, heart sinking at the fact that he was off the stage so soon. It only meant the confrontation you were dreading would come much faster than anticipated.

You used the small towel in your hand to dab at your forehead, looking at yourself in the bright vanity, hoping your client wouldn’t notice how obviously nervous you were. 

The door in front of you roughly shoved open, nearly hitting you until it slammed shut again, the star of the show leaning against it. He sighed heavy breaths, shutting his eyes and wiping at his forehead with his hand as he stood slumped. 

“Here,” You gestured the towel to him, wrapping it back into a perfect square like he preferred. 

He looked at you without a forethought, taking the towel.

“Thanks,” He snatched the water bottle out of your hands as well, moving over to his vanity. “Would’ve been more useful earlier, but whatever.” 

You didn’t let his words sting you like they did the first time you heard them. You knew it wasn’t personal, he was just in another mood after the unending performance he just gave for the second time tonight. 

“How was the show?” You asked, taking small steps towards him. 

He removed the pastel-pink wig from his head with a wince, tugging at the face tape stuck to it without remorse. 

“I don’t know, you tell me. You were the one watching.” 

“Actually, I wasn’t,” Your voice quivered a tad. “I just got here.” 

“What the hell? Why weren’t you here? What if something happened,” He began to untie the small tie around his neck, voice sounding somewhat softer despite his mood. “You know as my little ‘slave’ you’re supposed to be here 24/7.”

The idol ripped open a makeup wipe bag.

“I-, I know.” You looked at him in the mirror.

“What if there was a wardrobe malfunction? I could be doomed. And then who’s fault would that be?” He said casually, rubbing a wipe underneath his eyes to remove smudged mascara. 

“Yeah, I know…”

“So, what’s your excuse this time.” He asked in a bored tone, looking up at you. 

“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something serious-- Uh, something about my job as your, you know, manager.”

“Okay…” He said in a suspicious tone, rubbing at his lips to get rid of thick lipgloss and foundation. 

“Well, I feel I’ve outlasted my stay here. I mean, with the performance agency, and as your--”

The idol suddenly spun around in his chair, eyes wide and makeup half gone. He looked exhausted beneath the partly gone concealer and heavy eyeshadow-- all pieces made to make him stand out better in front of the crowd. 

“You know how much I appreciate you, right?” He said in the sweetest tone, looking at you with doe eyes. “You do so much for me, I don’t tell you that enough.”

You rolled your eyes, watching him use his fan-interaction voice with you. You hated when he tried to use his work voice-- you could stand the baratement when he was upset, but not the cutesy, shrill tone that bled disenguinity. 

“Miha, don’t do that.” 

“Do what? I’m just being honest.” He grabbed your hands, pulling you closer to him. 

The thing about Miha was that he could be sweet when he wanted to-- whether it was fake or not, he could do it. The problem was that naturally, he wasn’t. His natural response to those around him was selfishness and possessiveness. If he suddenly felt he should be generous or kind, he’d flip like a light switch. But that thought hardly ever entered his mind unless it benefited him. Despite knowing this, you allowed him to bring you close. 

Petting your hands he took a look at your nails, comparing them to his own. 

“When was the last time you took care of yourself? Your nails are awful, look at these.”

He picked at the dirt underneath your fingernails with his polished black ones, his hair still slicked back within the wig cap covering his head as he poked and prodded at your fingers. If you let him, he would’ve obsessed over them until they looked as nice as his pedicured ones. 

“Don’t change the subject.” You groaned. “I came here because I needed to tell you that I-- I can’t be your manager anymore.”

“Well I could’ve figured that one out myself, stupid. You looked like a kicked puppy when I came in; did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

He slapped your knuckles as a small form of punishment.

“So what is it, you want a raise?” 

“No, it’s not that.”

“More benefits? The agency not giving you enough? You’ve always been a bit of meek thing when asking for things, haven’t you.”

“Its nothing to do with the money--”

“So then, maybe its me? I know there’s been more work lately because of the tour, but you’ve always been so good at handling it. And I can’t do it without you,” He didn’t look at you while saying the compliment, returning to his vanity and stripping himself of the rest of his makeup. 

“Miha,” You cut him off, trying to make yourself appear more assertive. “I just can’t take being your-- your ‘slave’, anymore. I’ve been with you since your debut, these past six years have just... Become too much for me. The work, the stress.”

“Oh you know I just call you that as a joke,” He waved his hand, unbuttoning his shirt. “And besides, the fact that you’ve been with me for so long is why you have to stay. You can’t leave me now, not when my career is at its peak.”

“But--”

“But what?” He turned back around in his chair, shirt unbuttoned and face bare. He seemed more human like this, not all dressed up like when he was on stage or talk shows. All performers and idols had some sort of ‘face’ to put on, but it was more intimate when he was honest with you like this. “I don’t understand why you want to leave me.”

Miha huffed, getting up to walk slowly towards you and your packed bag. You usually left a few things in his dressing room, your “office” being a lonely desk in the corner of it where you’d set up your laptop and make countless phonecalls. But now, it was empty except for a lonely pen holder. He had been your only client for the past few years ever since you suddenly stopped getting new work from the agency, so you basically made his dressing rooms your second home.

You watched him rub the white cloth you handed him when he first came in along his chest. Slowly, he tried to see if you were watching, enticed in how he got rid of the sweat still clinging to his skin. 

“You don’t really want to abandon me, do you? I don’t think I could make it without you,” Miha bent down to your height, trying to find your eyes. You kept looking away, only making eye contact once the bottom of his water bottle was forced under your chin. “ You know you’ve always been more than just a manager to me…” 

He gripped your loose shirt, pulling at the bottom of it to bring you closer. You knew his games, knew that he’d often use his pretty boy charm to sway executives and talent judges. But this, something about it felt off. Yes, he was using his sad puppy dog charm, but there was an essence of… desperation in his voice. 

“Don’t do this, not right now…” 

“Do what…?”

“Try to act all mopey, trying to get me to stay.” 

“But I do need you to stay--! I can’t rely on anyone else--” 

“Miha--” 

“Besides, do you know what’ll happen if you try to leave me?” 

“I’m not leaving you--”

“You’ll be kicked from the agency. You’ll find it very hard to get work again. And if it gets out that you left me so horrendously….well, I can’t say I can predict how my fans react. You know how upset they get at the drop of a hat.”

He tugged you closer, pulling your hips flush with his own. 

“So just stay where you are, okay?”

His mouth was near your ear, heavy breaths against your warm flesh as he waited for your answer. You didn’t need to respond verbally for him to know he caught you in his web. But still, you were hesitant.

“That would never happen, no one cares about meaningless agents, especially since you’ve basically been my only client for the past few years... I’ll be fine,”

“But you won’t.” Miha grabbed your face with his hands, looking down at you as if you were just a small creature in his presence. “I don’t want to have to make it harder for you… and I won’t, if you stay by my side. Just be my cute little assistant like you have been, okay?”

“Manager.” You corrected.

“Yeah, my cute little manager.” 

You gulped at his words, watching his eyes as they traveled where yours did. He seemed to be anticipating your answer, not sure whether to lean in and kiss you or keep holding onto you so you couldn’t leave. 

“Miha…are you really threatening me?”

“No! I wouldn’t call it that. I’m just… giving you a heads up, is all. If you leave, that’s going to happen. So it’d be wise to stay, wouldn’t it?” 

“But I can’t, I just can’t live like this anymore.”

“Of course you can! I know i’m a bit--- difficult, but I can be easier if you just stay with me. I’ll change, I promise. It’ll be different now, just focus on me and don’t worry about everything else.”

You looked away, nervous and not entirely believing his words. A part of you wanted to believe he was capable of change, but you knew he was good at fabricating lies to keep people where he wanted them. Yet, you couldn’t deny the tight grip he had on your hips, the way his feet stood outside yours to prevent you from turning away. He was desperately trying to keep you there, to stop you from walking out that door with his words and his body language. 

You could see how lost he was; the man hardly knew how to take care of himself outside of the rigid schedule he was kept on. To be honest, he really did need you. He’d fall apart if you weren’t there, and you both knew that. 

Miha huffed, seemingly impatient with your indecision.

“Look, would it make you feel better if you came to my place tonight? I’ll cook you dinner, we can just sit down and relax. No work, just two ‘coworkers’ hanging out.” 

“I don’t know…”

“Atleast do this for me before you try to go off, okay?” 

You think about it for a moment. It couldn’t hurt, right? You’ve had dinner with clients before, but never at their actual homes. Stomping your feet out of frustration, you nodded reluctantly. Miha clapped his hands like a child, stripping off the rest of his shirt and pulling a new, more casual one on over his head. 

“Yay! Okay, don’t worry I’ll take care of everything.”

He knew you wouldn’t be able to resist a dinner offer. You’d been to his place multiple times, but it’d be different this time. He finally set some precautions to prevent any uncessary… attempts to leave. And before you knew it, you’d find yourself in his bed, cuddled up next to him without an ounce of awareness. 

“Just a small dinner, right? I can’t stay out too late.” You checked your watch and saw the small hand rest on the eight. 

“You’re such a worrywart. Don’t worry I’ll have you home before ten.” Miha lied, grabbing his big coat and flinging it on. 

The male pulled a folded face mask from the vanity, a crinkled black piece of fabric with elastic strings that he had already worn today when trying to get to the performance center without being noticed. 

You felt stupid standing there, having had the full intention of storming out with your belongings and claiming your freedom only minutes earlier. And yet that hadn't happened. You still stood in the same spot as usual, clutching onto your bag and waiting for the world renowned idol to be done getting ready. 

"Hold this." He said, handing you his duffle bag as he searched on the vanity for another item. You took it without a forethought, used to having to carry his items when he moved to and fro.  "I actually got something special for you. A little gift to commemorate my growth, you know."

You perked up at that, surprised. Miha never got you gifts, especially not out of the blue. Often he'd 'reward' your hard work with obsessive kisses and tight squeezes but you never considered that a gift, unlike him. 

Miha would have spoiled you more if he felt you wouldn't be put off by it, but didn't want to destroy the… "professional" relationship that you seemed so keen on keeping. Even when he offered to give you himself for the night-- multiple times-- you never gave in. It would be "too complicated" you always said, but he never saw that as a no. It was only a matter of time until he got you in his grasp. And he was sure the sleeping meds and red merlot he bought would be enough. 

You tried to peak at what miha was doing, but he turned around faster than you expected. 

"Here it is!" He rushed in front of you, pulling out your free arm and turning your wrist towards him. You watched him put a cold chain of metal around your wrist, adjusting the clasp so that it sat evenly. Looking in the vanity mirror he brought up your arm, showing what he had placed on you. It was a shiny piece of jewelry, a bright 'M' held by both sides of the chain.

"Uh… M?"

"for Miha. Or 'mine'. Which ever you prefer, little slave." He leaned down beside you, giving a small yet chaste kiss to your cheek. "Either way, it's a symbol of how you're staying with me. I was planning on giving it to you on my debut anniversary but…"

You looked at the bracelet with wide eyes and a slack jaw, completely surprised at the formality of the gift. It was beautiful-- simple, something most people wouldn’t notice out of the corner of their eye-- but still priceless. It didn’t look like your average piece of costume jewelry; and knowing miha, he tended to go all out when he had an idea. 

“Miha I can’t accept this--” You attempted to unclasp the jewelry before the idol stopped you. 

“You have to, I’m not giving you a choice.” Miha grinned, adjusting the piece. “Its a symbol of how you’re my manager… I’ll always be your number one, right?”

You stood mouth agape, unsure how to respond. This was the first time he’d ever gone out of his way to give you something that seemed --almost-- entirely out of selflessness. You nodded your head, gripping tight onto the duffle back slung over your shoulder. 

Miha gave you a small wink in the mirror, enjoying how you seemed caught off guard. He caressed your face with a finger as you struggled to say thank you.

With it, you realized the chain did more than just give you a sparkly hand-- it symbolized your long-developed capture, one you had been slowly falling into ever since you helped Miha rise to stardom.

[amnevitahwritesstuff]

Hi. So...I'm not necessarily back from hiatus.

But.

I also think we deserve something nice after everything we all just went through in the last 24 hours. So here's an extra sneak peak from Chapter 4 of Take Care of Business for Me.

Take care of yourselves.

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“So,” she finally said as he patted her hair dry. “I’m all clean now.”

He gave her a fond look. 

“Yes, you certainly are.”

“And doesn’t that make you wanna…make me dirty?” Feyre said, cringing at how awkward and young she sounded. She was a grown woman god damn it! She should be able to ask for sex without sounding like a toddler!

Rhys smiled at her, clearly more amused and charmed by her seduction attempt than turned on. 

“Oh? Is my sweet girl all worked up again?” 

As soon as he said those words she felt all her blood in her body rush south. She didn’t understand the hold this man had over her. How something so condescending and…fatherly could make her as wet and willing as a…well, a whore. 

Maybe she really did have daddy issues. 

“It’s just…we haven’t done…it.”

Rhys grinned like a shark.

“It?” 

She flushed. 

God, he was going to make her say it. 

Feyre glowered at him. 

“Sex,” she gritted out, annoyed. 

His grin only widened. 

“We already had sex. Don’t you remember? In the car, when I licked your sweet cunt.”

His words sent shivers down her spine and left a hot, pulsing heat throbbing away between her legs. 

“I mean,” she swallowed. “I mean…”

He loomed over her and she suddenly became aware of just how close he was. “Yes? What do you mean sweetheart?”

Oh he was enjoying this. 

Bastard. 

“I want…”

“What do you want?” His breath gusted across her face, still smelling of the champagne they had drunk at the gala. 

“Your…cock.” The last word was a whisper, barely audible as she stared up at him with wide eyes before glancing away quickly. 

Rhys seemed delighted. 

“And what do you want to do with my cock hmm?” 

Feyre couldn’t get any more words out, flustered and flushed by the heat and the fingers she could feel sliding up her arm. 

“Would you like to touch it? Kiss it?” He asked lowly, sweetly. The Devil promising the world to some poor sorry soul. “Or shall I put it inside of you until I get you to make those sweet little noises again?” 

Yes, she thought. All of the above. 

“Or maybe,” he continued conversationally as he brushed his nose along the sensitive skin behind her ear. “You’d like an encore of earlier? You seemed to enjoy me on my knees.” 

Feyre shivered and rubbed her thighs together as her traitorous clitoris pulsed away like a war drum. 

As if to prove his point, he slid down to his knees on the cold, hard tiles and nosed against her belly. She sucked in a breath as he gazed up at her from underneath eyelashes that were far too long and pretty to belong to a man. It was unfair really. 

“Will you sing those pretty little sounds for me again? Would you like that sweetheart?” 

With a steady, slow hand, he unhooked the knot holding her towel around her body so it could fall and pool on the floor around their feet. 

She heard him make an approving noise as he once more took in her bare breasts and belly and wet, pulsing cunt. 

“Look at you,” he said, pleased. “So pretty.”

[tom-whore-dleston]

(moodboard or fic or whatever you’re feeling up to bby)

i crave seeing this man be put in situations you wouldn’t automatically think to put him in, so give me frat boy!adam warlock who only joined because his parents made him, ya know legacy and all that + the philosophy student who is the opposite of someone you’d ever see at a frat but gets roped into helping him pass a class!

Creations: select a hottie + scenario/AU/trope/prompt** and I will a playlist/moodboard/fic (please specify the creation you are requesting)

join the celebration!

hjasfghjkdhga now hold on bc fratboy!Adam sounds so hot I'd drop the last bit of my morals for 24 hours with him 😩 I have a million headcanons running thru my mind rn so we'll start off with some light appetizers 😜 sorry this took a million years to write and that its so frickin long 😭

First and foremost, Adam wears crop tops and short shorts unironically and he fuckin ROCKS them! All the other frat boys don't look as good as him

He also wears gold chains bc why tf not

His parents met in the partnering fraternity and sorority that did charities and events. They then got married and had Adam straight out of college. Since the birth of Adam, his parents had it set in stone that he would work hard to attend the same university and join the same fraternity as his father.

As an underclassman, Adam genuinely enjoyed the frat life. His parents were proud of him. He was dating Gamora, the most popular girl in the sorority and of course another legacy. He was basically set to become president of the fraternity by his senior year.

At the beginning of his junior year, his whole world flipped upside down. His father died suddenly, and Ayesha was having a hard time grieving. On top of that, Gamora left Adam for Peter Quill, current president and Adam's arch nemesis.

All this caused Adam's straight A's turn to straight D's. With Quill as president, he threatened to kick Adam out the fraternity if he didn't bring his grades up.

And this is where you come in.

You are the top student in yours and Adam's philosophy class. It kinda helps that you are a philosophy major and always leading discussions during lectures. All your classmates were annoyed of you talking the professor's ears off, except for Adam. Without anyone's knowledge, he would jot down your talking points in case they would be useful in the future.

After the second exam of the semester, he finally approaches you after class, asking you to tutor him. Without hesitation, you agree, mainly because you have always seen him in your classes and found him attractive.

During your study sessions, you both got to know one another, realizing you have more in common with each other than Adam did with Gamora. He eventually confesses to you that he didn't care all that much about the frat life and he willingly agreed to rush because of his parents. You reveal to him that your parents practically disowned you after going to a college away from home and majoring in anything outside of law or medicine. You and Adam almost shared a kiss that night. That was until your best friend and Gamora's step sister, Nebula, came home from work.

Adam invites you to one of his frat parties where you're stuck to his hip the whole time. A drunk Quill encounters Adam, constantly harassing you throughout the night. Fed up with Quill's antics, Adam and you finally leave.

That was until Quill said, "Once you get tired of Adam's dumbass, you know where to find me. It won't be the first time a girl realized I'm ten times the man Adam Warlock will ever be."

Adam was ready to beat his ass, but you pushed him to the side, strutting towards Quill and back-handed slapped him across the face, sending him to the floor. You stoop down to Quill's level, muttering through gritted teeth, "You're right. Adam will never be you because he isn't some scumbag like you." Then, you took someone's cup of beer and poured it all over Quill before leaving with Adam.

As Adam was dropping you off at your apartment, he pulled you into a heated kiss and thanked you for standing up for him. When you shut the door behind you, you did a happy dance which Nebula caught you in the middle of. This, then led to you both staying up the rest of the night to spill the details of the party until you and Adam kissed.

Next week in class, Adam surprised you with your usual coffee order from the cafe on campus. On the coffee cup, there was a message that wrote:

"Dinner and movie at 7? I could use a study break :)"

Your face was warm from smiling so hard. You couldn't wait to finally go on a real date with Adam and neither could he.

Adam showed up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers. You had to do a double take because it was the first time you haven't seen Adam wearing shorts and a crop top. He wore a buttoned shirt with jeans and his hair was neatly combed back.

"What happened? Did you run out of shirts that show off your abs?" You joked, leading to Adam picking you up and spinning you in the air before kissing you sweetly.

"Gotta look nice for my girl, you know."

You raise an eyebrow, taking the bouquet from him. "Your girl?" You curled your lips inward to hide the goofy smile on your face.

"Is it okay if I call you that?"

"Only if it's okay for me to call you my boy."

The date proceeds and it consists of a lot of hand holding, kissing, and you laying your head on Adam's shoulder. At the end of the date, it was obvious neither of you wanted it to end. While making out in his car, Adam reached for the bottom of your shirt, trying to pull it over your head until you stopped him.

Adam's face was full of concern. "I'm sorry, I should have asked if you were okay with this. I don't want you to think-"

You interrupted him by pressing your lips to his. "Don't worry, Adam. You didn't do anything wrong." You looked over at the window of your apartment, realizing no light came from inside. "Do you want to come inside? Nebula is most likely out for the rest of the night."

With that, Adam followed you into your apartment. You two barely made it into the bedroom before your hands and lips were all over one another. You fucked on the sofa before moving to the bedroom to cuddle.

As you were dozing off, Adam whispered, "I think I'm gonna quit the frat."

Now you were wide awake. "Why? I thought you loved it."

"For a while I did. I felt like I had to care for my parents. Now that we are halfway through junior year, none of that matters anymore." Adam paused to move your hair out of your face. "Besides, I'm thinking about applying to work at the cafe. My girl deserves all the free coffee I can make her for the rest of our college years."

"You are the sweetest." You kissed Adam on his forehead. "Whatever you want to do, I'll support you along the way."

[nehezt]

What are the intervals when you release episodes, I can't wait!

Usually a chapter takes a month/a month and a half to make.

However these are estimates for the chapters in act 1, that had 32 pages maximum. From now on, in act 2, the chapters will get longer, with the next one (chapter 9) totaling 39 pages. Chapter 11 is 41 pages long. Will I still be able to make it in the same amount of time? I don't know. Hopefully! But I don't know.

If I can make it on the same amount of time, it should be out in the end of January or beggining of February. I frequently take a lot longer than I think I will though, maybe I get caught up on a particular environment (even the small ones that readers don't pay attention to take me hours) or maybe the character lighting takes longer. Chapter 8 was only 24 or so pages but the medical research and the specific aspects of the surgery took at least a week to settle, on top of the several hours I spent trying (and failing, I imagine) to draw the surgery scene correctly, on top of me having to completely re-do the paneling from scratch because of a decision I made in regards to where Tai Lung's character was going.

Anyways, sorry for this long answer to what is a very simple question, but the actual answer is: I don't know! I want to do it in a month, but I very frequently run into things that turn out to be complicated. Art's hard!

Overall, my biggest goals are to: 1) Be happy with the work I put out. I want a comic that will still be readable 5 or maybe 10 years from now. I want to look back and know I did the best I could with the abilities I have today and 2) Not allow myself to be burnt out. Getting burned out is quite literally the worst case scenario here, as I would associate this comic with negative feelings, which I don't want to do for obvious reasons.

I hope it doesn't feel like I'm scolding you! It's fine to ask, but I guess all this has been swirling in my brain lately. I won't rush updates and I won't stress myself too much about setting specific dates to release chapters. All I can give are estimates, in this case, if it all goes to plan: late January, early February. But don't trust this too much!