#i dont know where i wanted to go with this besides the fact that 1. i think its interesting and 2. as someone who cares deeply for

[weirdbabs]

thinking about max's possible face blindness and how he pictures the notable people/things from his day. johnny made an impression on him and is all in all accurate. suzy and isabel too. spender, isaac, and ed are close, but theres something Wrong with them. ed's face is too wide and doesnt have as much definition as the rest. isaacs face is too short and he either has giant bags under his eyes or theyre set in too deeply. spenders chin is too wide, giving him a square face rather than the pointed chin weve repeatedly been shown. collin and dimitri both show up but only from the eyes up, with their most prominent features being collin's furrowed eyebrows and dimitris hair

[nightmare8-420]

i feel like a part of my soul has been ripped from my chest and i dont know why.

[amsznn]

Hey can you do one where the reader has a crush on Matt.She is very much giving heart eyes and tries to do anything to make him happy.Matt being oblivious complains to his brother about it.Nick and Chris smack some sense into him saying how lucky he is to have someone like us care about him.Matt disagrees and the reader hears this causing her to stop not wanting to make him uncomfortable.Matt misses the way things use to be and gets jealous when learning the reader is going out on a date.At the end they have an argument and he tells her how he really feels.Lots of angst in the beginning fluff towards the end please!!

OVERBEARING - m. sturniolo

warnings: slight cursing, angst at start, fluff at the end

-

you couldn’t deny it anymore. and you dont think it went unnoticed either.

the lingering gazes, to the more than normal laughter at his jokes, or the constant acts of service. how you were willing to do anything for him. just him.

matthew sturniolo.

you thought your constant need to be near him was just you wanting to be better friends. that was until your feelings started growing stronger.

“y/n, helloo.”

you brought your attention to the voice you found yourself loving so much.

“sorry, what?”

“i asked if you could pass the remote.” matt repeated while settling down beside you on the couch. you nodded and reached over to grab the remote to hand it to him. it was around 1 AM, and it was just the two of you. nick and chris had went to their rooms while you and matt decided to watch a movie.

“want me to get you a blanket?” you whispered as matt stared at the screen to the opening of the movie.

“no, im good.” matt says. you nodded and turned your head towards the movie. about five minutes or so passed when you asked another question.

“hungry?”

“nope.” matt responds, adding a ‘pop’ to the p to exaggerate his response. you mumbled an ‘okay’. a few beats of silence passed before once again, you asked.

“are you sure-”

“y/n, please m’ just trying to watch the movie in peace.” matt sighed. he was getting frustrated by the second. after a long day of filming with his relatively loud brothers, the only sounds he wanted to hear were the actors on the tv.

but this was only one example of your persistence. you were always clung to matt’s side. following him like a lost puppy at all times.

always there to cook him up a meal after his long day, willing to do any of his chores that he just didn’t feel like doing, even soothing him to sleep on those tough nights where everything went blank.

nick would sometimes make fun of matt. it almost seemed like you were his mother with the way you acted. but thats not what you were trying to come off as. you simply just had a lot of love for the boy that you weren’t really ready to confess yet.

but for matt? he didn’t see your clinginess as a good thing, in fact he began to hate it once nick pointed it out.

on one particular day matt decided to bring it up to his brothers while they were in nick’s room.

“i just don’t get it, like she’s just always there.” matt says while pacing around the room.

“is that a bad thing?” nick asks while organizing the clothes in his closet.

“i mean it wouldn’t be if she didn’t act like im some sort of child.” matt sighed while plopping down at the edge of the bed.

“i dunno, i’d love to have someone like y/n. she literally does everything for you bro.” chris laughs while slightly nudging matt.

“yeah..” nick yells from his closet. “don’t know why you’re bitchin’ bout it she’s literally helps you with like…” nick took a pause to think. “everything!”

matt scoffs before shaking his head. “yeah well it’s nice before it gets fucking unbearable.”

unbeknownst to matt, you could hear this whole conversation. you had came to drop off some food for the triplets, and since you had an extra key you went straight in. now you would’ve made yourself known until you realized you were the topic of their conversation.

to say you were hurt from matts words was an understatement. you quickly rushed out of the house, tears streaming down your face recounting every scenario where you were overbearing.

-

hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. matt hadn’t heard from you in a while. he expected to wake up to your daily morning texts, but nothing. after he shrugged that off he expected you to come over like you usually did. but once again, you didn’t.

he found himself longing for your presence more than he ever did.

you both went no contact until you came over, seeking nicks assistance since you had a date that night in hopes that your little crush on matt would subside.

you had went the whole time without speaking to the brunette. opting for a simple ‘hey’. matt was confused. why were you suddenly so distant? sure he wanted space at times but this is not what he had in mind.

matt finally snapped when you attempted rushing out their house, bidding matt goodbye with a meek ‘see ya’.

matt rose from his spot on the catch before making his way towards you. “are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or are you gonna keep avoiding me?” matt said while crossing his arms on his chest.

you could only roll your eyes before slipping your shoes on. “i dont know what you’re talking about, but i have to go.” you spat harshly before spinning on your heel.

“woah, what’s up with you?” matt yelled, shocked at your sudden anger towards him. he pulled you back by your wrist so you could face him.

“y’know if you found me ‘overbearing’ you could’ve just told me.”

thats when everything came back to matt. instant regret washed over him as he gazed upon your solemn expression. the same eyes that used to hold so much adoration for him now hollow.

“i’m so sorry y/n. i know theres no excuse to what i said but i was just being stupid.” matt sighed while running a hand down his face. “you’re far from overbearing, in fact i...i really miss you.”

“really?” you mumbled while your facial expression softened. matt nodded before embracing you in a tight hug to which you reciprocated by wrapping your arms around his waist. your date long forgotten.

“you’re amazing the way you are, and im sorry if i made it seem any other way.”

you smiled at matts words before leaning up to look at him. “just tell me next time, okay?” matt smiled and lightly pecked the side of your temple. happy to have finally gotten you back.

the version of you he loved.

and the version of you he would always cherish.

-

A/N: sorry this should’ve came out yesterday but i had to study for an exam. i have also been experiencing writers block but i have a new matt series in mind so stay on the look out for that!

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@junnniiieee07 @tillies33ssss @whore4matt @stellarsturns @summerl986 @inveigledvex @beccaluvschris @stingerayyy2 @bunnysturns @braindead4l @vickyzloserz @sturnzsblog

[wish-i-were-heather]

A FOOL FOR YOU PT 5⤵ GRAYSON HAWTHORNE X READER

ABOUT: 2610 words, no use of y/n (part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4)

STORY: after so long avoiding it, you and grayson finally talk about what happened and figure out what it all means

WARNINGS: none!!

TAGS: @littlemissmentallyunstable @gretag13 @lanterns-and-daydreams @whatsamongus @alwaysthefangirl @zuzanna-jadw1ga @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @low-caloriesmonsterultra @that-daughter-of-hephaestus @jimcarreyfann42 @maybxlle @xoxo-vee @elysianwayy77 @ravishinglyliving - lmk if you wanna be added to the taglist!

A/N: this took wayyyy longer than i meant it to, sorry about that. i hope you guys liked this series because it was so fun to write!! (i dont plan to continue it but who knows...)

When you woke up, you could feel the cool morning breeze making its way into your room. The birds were chirping outside, and the sun was just at the right level to where it would hit your eyes and make it hard for you to open them all the way. 

Your bed felt warmer for some reason this morning- the blanket heavier, the mattress firmer, the pillow softer. You weren’t complaining, no, it was actually a… nice change. A change from your normal routine, no matter how much you relied on it. Maybe it wasn’t really different and you were just still half asleep, or-

Wait.

You never slept with your window open. 

You shouldn’t have been able to feel the breeze. Or hear the birds. Or have that much sunlight peeking through. It wasn’t that things just felt different this morning, but this wasn’t your room.

When your eyes snapped open, they widened at the realization of who was beside you, the realization of whose arm was resting lazily across your stomach.

Grayson Davenport Hawthorne. 

Your breath caught when you saw him. Thankfully the man had put on a shirt, but he looked so unlike himself while he was asleep. 

Grayson’s usually perfectly styled hair was tousled, some light strands falling onto his forehead. His breathing was slow, steady, gentle, and you could see the rise and fall of his chest with each breath. His lips were slightly parted, making a barely audible hum with each exhale. He looked younger, more boyish in this moment of relaxation.

It was a different look on him, but not necessarily a bad one.

He stirred slightly, and you were completely frozen, only watching as he rolled over from his back to his stomach, closer to you. You had no idea what had possessed you to get into a bed with Grayson Hawthorne last night, but you were now suffering the consequences. 

You tried gently to push his arm away, but Grayson was surprisingly strong in his sleep and wouldn’t let go. In fact, it only seemed to wrap around you tighter.

He was killing you right now. 

The worst part was, your mind was blanking as to how you got there. You knew that neither of you had anything to drink, so it wasn’t that. You also would’ve been able to feel it if you were hungover. 

It was probably the mind fog from having just woken up, but you still didn’t like not remembering. 

Pushing his arm off you only proved to be futile yet again. Just as you were about to get desperate and resort to calling his name, Grayson awoke. 

Well, saying he was awake was an overstatement. Grayson let out a groan and his arm tightened around you further, like he didn’t realize it was you he was holding onto. He kicked his legs out, taking up a surprisingly large amount of the bed, almost tangled up with you.

“Hmm,” he muttered, slowly opening his eyes. “I… what the-” 

Grayson’s eyes widened like yours when he saw you next to him and saw where his hand was placed. He immediately retracted the arm and as awkward as you’d found it, part of you missed its warmth. 

He cleared his throat and spoke again. “Good morning. You’re awake.”

“Uh, yeah,” you confirmed. “Why am I-”

“In my bed?” Grayson interrupted. “After the pool last night, we came back up here and talked for a bit. You fell asleep and I didn’t want to wake you, so I figured I’d let you stay.”

Oh.

Phew.

“You should've just woken me up and I could’ve gone to my room, it’s not that big of a deal,” you told him.

“You’re a peaceful sleeper. I didn’t wish to get in the way of that.”

Did he really have you blushing this early in the morning?

“Oh, thank you,” was the only response you could manage.

Grayson sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. Everything about him looking younger and peaceful as he slept had gone away, and he was now back to his sharp eyes staring at you intensely. The eyes you could never read, the eyes that he always managed to hide so much behind.

You forced yourself to sit up too, and- oh my god you were wearing his shirt.

You hadn’t even known that Grayson owned anything besides the countless suits he always wore. And those sweatpants, apparently, from when he was drunk the other night. 

But here you were, wearing your shorts from the night before but your hoodie replaced by a soft white shirt that was far too big for you. You realized you were still wearing your swimsuit under it, but it had dried by now. 

A small noise came from his nose, just a little too loudly for it to be a normal exhale.

“What,” you groaned, sheepishly looking up to meet his eyes. “Do I really look that pathetic that I managed to make Grayson Hawthorne laugh at me?”

His corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “You don’t look pathetic. It’s just your face, you look…” he cut himself off and paused to find the right adjective. You could tell what he’d been about to say.

Please don’t say cute. For the love of all things sane, please don’t call me cute. 

“Amusing.”

Somehow, that was worse. 

You sighed and for a moment, neither of you said anything. The night before was starting to come back to you: 

After the kiss, the two of you had stayed out there and talked for a good while. You got out of the pool, put your regular clothes back on over your swimsuit. Then Grayson offered to go up to his room. You accepted the offer, and when you got up there he’d offered you one of his shirts because your hoodie had gotten wet. He then put on a shirt himself, and you simply sat on his bed and talked.

And apparently you’d fallen asleep in the same bed.

Grayson cleared his throat. “You’re thinking.”

“Yes I am.” You didn’t even bother being surprised that he could read you so easily because of course he could. 

“Is it selfish of me to guess that you’re thinking about last night?” 

“I don’t know about selfish, but it certainly wouldn’t be incorrect.” 

A beat of silence. 

You felt out of place there, sitting on the bed next to him, probably looking like a mess. But the way he looked at you during that silence proved that he wasn’t necessarily upset about your unbrushed hair or half-awake eyes or the way the sleeves of his shirt on you nearly went down to your forearms. 

“I meant everything I said,” he finally spoke. “I hope you know that.”

Oh, now he was willing to bring up the elephant in the room? Last time it had taken him a week. Though you supposed it was harder to avoid when you’d both woken up in his bed. 

“Even when you were drunk?” You asked.

His voice was surprisingly soft. “Even when I was drunk.”

Another silence. There seemed to be a lot of them that morning. And in that silence, you let the reality of what had happened settle in:

You kissed Grayson Hawthorne last night. 

Twice.

And all either of you had to say about it was some awkward banter. 

But you didn’t know what else to say. What was a kiss to someone like Grayson? Was it just a meaningless action to him? Could he just kiss someone and forget? Or was it the opposite, you’d kissed and now there was no moving on? You assumed- you hoped for the latter, and knowing him it was most likely, but you couldn’t be sure. 

He was Grayson Hawthorne, after all. Who knew how many girls wanted to kiss him. Not that he ever let them, but you wouldn’t think it strange of him to find a kiss to be worth nothing.

So you figured you just had to ask.

“What are we, Grayson?”

To your surprise, he smiled softly. 

“That depends,” he told you. “What would you like us to be?”

~~

Avery had sent you a voicemail at eleven the night before. She’d also texted you countless times ever since then, well into the morning.

By the time you left Grayson’s room, it was nine.

Your hoodie hadn’t dried overnight, so he’d let you keep his shirt. You’d tied it up to try to make it fit at least a little, but it was still far too large. And it smelled like him- that didn’t help.

You pressed play on Avery’s voicemail.

“Hello? Are you- oh, it’s a voicemail. Okay, uh, well, call me back when you can. You said you’d let me know what happens with you and Grayson. I mean since you haven’t come back yet I can assume it went well? I hope so, maybe since it’s late you guys-” She paused. “Nevermind, I don’t want to think about what you’re doing. Call me. Bye.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. What on earth did she think you were doing? But you couldn’t blame her, because you’d initially had the same thought when you woke up next to him that morning. 

Avery answered your call back almost immediately. 

“Hello?” Her voice said through the phone.

“Hey, I’m alive.”

There was a high noise from the other end, but you couldn’t quite make it out. 

“Finally! I thought you drowned in the pool or something. You wanna tell what happened? It’s been, like, twelve hours.”

Damn, she was right. You’d gone to the pool at eight last night, and it was now nine in the morning. You spent most of those hours alone with Grayson, your mind decided to remind you. You had to push the thought out of your head.

“Yeah, I’ll tell you,” you said. “In person, though. Where are you?”

“We’re in the back, by the pool. Thought it would be funny to wait for you here.”

You frowned. “Who is we-”

“Max,” she explained. There was another sound from beside her. “She says to get the fox over here, beach.”

~~

Talking to Max and Avery didn’t prove to be productive, but it had been fun. Long story short, Max thought the idea of drunk Grayson was hilarious and Avery fully thought you were joking when you told her you’d kissed.

That only offended you a little.

But the talk by the pool didn’t last too long. Eventually, you made your way back inside. You just wanted to be alone with your thoughts for longer. You still didn’t completely know how you felt about the whole situation, despite discussing it with your two closest friends. 

You realized it was almost ten o’clock and you still hadn’t had breakfast, so you went to the kitchen. As you got there, you couldn’t help but think back to when Grayson had come in, hungover yet looking completely put-together. When he’d reached into the refrigerator and grabbed cherries for some reason. 

You laughed quietly at the memory. 

“What’s so funny, hm?”

Your head snapped back and you were met once again with Grayson Hawthorne. And once again he was in a suit, his hair fixed, looking perfect. 

He had a talent for putting himself together.

“Nothing,” you replied. “I’m just thinking.”

Grayson walked over to you and nodded. “You do that a lot.”

“Yeah, well, there’s a lot to think about.”

“Care to share?”

Having a conversation with Grayson Davenport Hawthorne was always difficult. Not because of the way he spoke, no, but rather because of the way he looked. 

How were you supposed to focus with those silver-gray eyes looking down at you, with the way the corners wrinkled with each poorly hidden smile? How were you supposed to stand up straight when every time his fingers even brushed your skin you melted into his touch?

How were you supposed to exist when he did too?

Oh, right, he asked a question. 

“I’m thinking about what you said,” you told him honestly. There was no point in trying to hide your feelings from him now. 

“And remind me,” he said, moving even closer. “What did I say?”

“That you meant everything you said, even when you were drunk.”

He nodded along, but he was clearly focused more on you rather than what you were saying.

“You said you wanted my face.” You said slowly. “I know you were drunk and it was just a stupid comment, but-”

He stopped with a finger to your mouth. “We went over this the morning after, no?” Grayson’s hand moved from covering your mouth to cup your face again and it took everything you had not to lean further into it. “I would be honored to have your face.” 

Even if the words were stupid, the meaning behind them was so much stronger. 

When he leaned in to whisper in your ear you nearly fainted. 

“May I?”

You didn’t answer, but you let your arms wrap themselves around his hips as he leaned down to meet your lips with his and-

“Jeez you guys, get a room!” Grayson stood up straight at the new voice, but your hands stayed on each other. “This is like the third time this week I’ve walked in on you two kissing out in the open. Other people live here you kno-”

Xander, who had entered the kitchen and complained about your affection, completely froze when he saw you.

“You’re not Avery.” He then pointed to his brother. “You’re not Jameson.”

Grayson cleared his throat. “Xander-”

Xander gasped. “Wait, are you two, like, a thing? Like, dating? Like, kissy kissy cuddle cuddle muah muah?” 

“Xander-”

“Oh my… I knew it! I mean, I didn’t want to make any assumptions, but the two of you have been acting pretty weird for a bit now and I thought-”

“Xander-”

“-hold on. Nash owes me so much money now.”

“Xander-”

“What Gray? Of course we have a bet going. I guess my optimism is finally paying off! I was right, you are getting together! This is the best news of my life-”

“Alexander.”

Xander finally stopped rambling and looked at his brother. Grayson was absolutely glaring at him, the kind of look that spoke volumes. And coming from him, it was even louder.

“Damn,” Xander said, shaking his head. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were such a party pooper. Actually, who am I kidding, I’ve known that forever.” He shrugged. “Just… keep kissing or whatever. Good job. Er, uh, I mean-”

“Just go away, Xander.”

“Yes sir. I’m gone.”

Once the footsteps were too far to be heard, Grayson let out a sigh of relief. 

You burst out laughing. Grayson only stared at you with a blank expression, like he was waiting for you to stop, which only made you laugh harder. 

When you’d finally caught your breath, he let his hand find your face again, this time tangling itself in your hair. “My brother seems to think we’re dating.”

You didn’t try to hide the blush that covered your entire face. “And how do you feel about that, Grayson?”

He shrugged. “I wouldn’t be upset if his assumption turned out to be true.”

Silence somehow fell upon the two of you again, but this time it was different. Not unsure, not nervous, not awkward. This time, it was a comfortable silence. A silence in which you looked into his eyes. A silence in which you could finally read one of the emotions hiding behind them: 

Love.

“Grayson?”

“Yes?”

“I think I figured out what I want us to be.”

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[ravenromanova]

Come back to me pt.2

Pairings: 838 Wanda x Female reader. 616 Wanda x Vision

Warnings: Nothing really for this one. But in the next parts there will be smut. i’m just getting the scene right now. this one might be a little short sorry :/

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Part 1

”I’m bringing you home Malysh” She said as she closed the portal and walked over to where you were laying. For a moment you thought you were still dreaming. That was until you felt Wandas hand on your cheek ensuring you she’s real.

“Where’s home?” You asked after finally coming to terms with the fact that she’s really there. She smiled softly before she reached her hand out for you to take. You rubbed your eyes and then slowly grabbed her hand before you got out of your bed.

“You’ll see soon malysh” Wanda said softly before she flicked her wrist and opened up another portal. You were still very confused and not 100% sure you weren’t dreaming as you walked through the portal.

When the both of you walked through the portal you were met with vivid colors and a more beautiful universe. The universe had much brighter colors than yours did, the sky was a different shade of blue and everything just seemed better. Wanda led you from where she had made the portal to the little house she had bought in a woodsy town in upstate new york.

Once you walked into the house you immediately took a few moments to look at the decorations. The house was small but cozy with a soft furniture that complimented Wandas style. The walls were painted a light green, there were beautiful paintings varying from van gogh to flowers. You smiled as you took in all of the decor and for some reason you felt at home right away. Wanda smiled as she watched you wonder around and take everything in.

“This is home malysh” Wanda said once you took a moment to take everything in.

“It’s beautiful Wanda” You mused with a smile still holding her hand.

“I bought this house right after you passed…You had mentioned to me how much you loved this house one day as we drove past it. So i bought it to honor you after the accident.” She said softly leading you to the sofa and sitting down. You sat on the soft dark green sofa as you listened. The story made your heart break and your eyes well up with tears as she spoke.

“I’m sorry” Your words caught her off guard. “I know it isn’t my fault for ya know dying but im sorry that we never got time together and you had to come to a different universe for me. I honestly dont think im worth all that” Wanda squeezed your hand softly for reassurance and shook her head. Her eyes were soft as she looked at you and shook her head before speaking.

“Darling i would cross any timeline and go to any universe to find you again. I know im not your Wanda but i still love you the same. And if its any consolation i know your Wanda feels the same but is just too scared” She said with a certain sadness in her voice that made your heart break a little more.

“I know this is all a little weird but if you want i would love it if you stayed here…with me” Wandas voice wavered as she spoke almost as if she thought you’d say no. You smiled and grabbed her hands and rubbed your thumb against her knuckles.

“I’d love that…There’s nothing for me in my universe. I have no family, Wanda chose Vision as you already know, I dont really have any friends on the team besides nat so yea i’ll stay” She smiled brightly at your words and moved in closer before she brought you in for a passionate kiss. You knew that you probably shouldn’t stay that there would more than likely be repercussions of your actions. But right now in this moment you couldn’t care less because you felt so loved by her.

*Back in 616*

Wanda wondered the compound hoping to find you but had no luck everywhere she checked. She sighed as she wondered back to your room to see if maybe you were in there.

“Y/n? You in there?” Her soft voiced echoed through your room. After a few seconds of waiting and no response she used her powers to open your door. Wanda sighed when she entered and saw you weren’t in there. She closed her eyes and let out a deep breath before age went to sit in your bed. She then saw the stuffed unicorn she bought you for your birthday one year and grabbed it. Wanda smiled softly as she held the stuffed animal.

That’s when she decided she was going to try to find you using a location spell. So she closed her eyes and focused on finding you. What she saw made her heart stop. You were sitting on the couch with her only… it wasn’t her it was a Wanda from another universe it looked like.

“What the hell” She whispered to herself as she saw the two of you walk around a small cottage looking house. Wanda’s heart stopped when she saw you leaning in for a kiss. You were giggling at something the other Wanda had said and it was just like when the two of you would hang out together.

Wanda sat there on your bed for what felt like forever watching you and other her interact. Her heart filled with joy at the look on your face. You looked happy with other her. But as Wanda continued to watch she couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss. She has always loved you but never had the courage to say anything so when Vision asked her out she didn’t think twice. Everything was great with Vision at first till she noticed how distant and quiet you got around her. As the days went on she tried to find the strength to leave Vision and tell you how she felt but she never did.

Twenty minutes passed before Wanda got up and knew what she needed to do. She left your room and then went to her own to change and collect her thoughts. After she got dressed and calmed her anxious mind down she opened up a portal of her own.

*818*

Once she conjured the portal she walked through and entered a world that looked like her own but yet it was vastly different. She looked around for a moment before she saw a red trail that resembled her powers. Her brows furrowed as she followed the trail for what seemed like forever.

When she got to the small cottage looking house from her vision the red trail ended. Wanda froze as she stood outside the house the house. She didn’t know what to do. Her mind was racing. What if you were mad at her? What if you were happy with this Wanda and didn’t want to come back? Should she just leave to be?

Her heart stopped when she heard your laugh from inside the house. The laugh sounded real and genuine… She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t ruin your happiness for her own selfish reasons even if she wanted to fix things.

*Inside the house*

You and Wanda were sitting down on the couch watching friends giggling at the antics of Joey and Chandler when Wanda felt something off. She tended under your touch as you laid on her chest and when your eyes met hers they were red.

“Wanda? Are you okay?” You asked placing your hand on her cheek growing worried. She didn’t respond as she grabbed the hand that was on her cheek.

“You need to go outside. She’s here” She finally said after her eyes went back her their normal green.

“W-Who’s outside?” Your worry and concern kept growing as you spoke.

“Just go Malysh” She said with a sad smile on her face. You could tell by the look on her face that she wasn’t gonna listen to your protests so you nodded and headed words to the door.

Your hands shook a little as you twisted the door knob. And once the door was opened and you saw who it was your heart stopped and tears formed in your eyes.

“Wanda?” Her eyes meet yours and it felt like all time had stopped. “What are you doing here?” You asked walking down the steps.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you how i felt before. I’m so sorry y/n please please come back to me “ She pleaded holding onto your hips once you were in reach. Your hands found home on her reddened cheeks and you gave her a sad smile.

“I-I don’t know if i can” Wanda could hear her heart breaking at your words. It was in that moment that all her fears came true.

~The end of part two~

A/n sorry for the cliffhanger :) well not really but i promise the next however many chapters will be so much better and filled with so much more angst and fluff! I just needed to set the scene you know? ANYWAYS i love y’all

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requested: nope, I pulled this out of my ass, but if you want more coryo stuff lemme know 😜

warnings: suggestive content, coriolanus snow (derogatory), speaking of derogatory, snow has a degrading kink in this so yeah, mentions of cockstepping, faceslapping, just... be prepared

content: im p sure i dont mention readers gender but pls correct me if you catch anything, hella ooc snow (like, this dude would never act like this but I'm a writer which means I can make him do whatever I want), readers a bitch but snow likes it, sub!coryo, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, unedited

smut under the cut♡

a/n: give me more submissive coriolanus you cowards (I'm kidding ur not cowards but pretty please write this man begging for mommy to let him cum or whatever, not for me, I swear.) also, this is my first time writing full smut like ever so, idek what came over and I wanna apologise😭😭

here me out, academic rival!coryo with a little secret...

the two of share a friend, for lack of a more fitting term, in clemesia, and find yourselves in each others presence often as a result of the fact. and this would be good and well, if the two of you didn't despise each other down to the bone.

besides the fact that the two of you felt the need to prove yourselves due to differing circumstances, you both also shared an insatiable need for power, the kind that could only be obtained by being the very best at the academy.

it was almost comical how much you wanted to beat each other, and this rivalry bled into your non academic interactions, making them just as sour.

coriolanus found genuine enjoyment in getting under your skin, and you retaliating only made him want to poke at you more, which led to you retaliating once again, and so on and so forth.

as time passed, you'd somehow found yourself tolerating snow, even going as far as to enjoy your occasional back and forths with each other when you were the only two in the library, sitting at same desk even though you didn't need to (coriolanus insisted on planting himself directly across from you just to be a nuisance, and it worked.)

your banter turned more and more friendly, confusing your peers as you walked side by side, your arm linked with his as you bragged about receiving a higher score than him on a test, to which he just responded that you had gotten lucky and that it wouldn't happen again.

you didn't turn completely soft though, your insults were still as sharp as ever, even though you now said them with a playful smirk. they were cruel, and always seemed to send coriolanus into a spiral as he attempted to get the last word in, which he never did, always waving the white flag at the end.

you had always held that over his head, the fact that you could always best him in a verbal battle, on top of beating him in assignments and the like. but what you didn't know was that you were mistaken.

coriolanus didn't always relent because you were better at verbal lashings (which you were, but that's besides the point), he always stopped egging you on before your words escalated because if he let you degrade him any further, he wouldn't be able to hide how much he liked it.

he was almost shameless, as if he wanted you to know just how much you turned him on during you spats with him. like today for example, where you had been particularly harsh to him, even going as far as calling him useless. it wasn't his fault, someone had pissed you off before you had met up with him in the library and you were more agitated than usual.

he excused himself to the bathroom shortly after, and you found yourself wondering if what you said had affected him so heavily that he needed to get away from you.

oh, it affected him alright. he thanked the universe that 1) something had happened to make you as harsh as you were and 2) that the bathroom he entered was completely empty because he knew that he would have a bit of trouble keeping himself quiet.

he had barely made it to a stall and closed the door before palming himself through his pants, shudders moving through his whole body as his hips canted to meet his hand.

a whine tore through his throat as he imagined you catching him like this, and he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his hand in his underwear, stroking his dick firmly at the image.

you would probably laugh at him, dishing out every degrading name you could think of, calling him a dirty slut, saying that he was disgusting pervert for being so turned on at you being mean to him. and he would nod his head vigorously, because he was a slut, only for you.

maybe you would slap him across the face, leaving him with red cheeks, or maybe you would step on his poor weeping cock until he came on your shoe. would you make him clean it off? god, help him if you did.

his hips stuttered at the thought of eating his own cum, it was just so dirty and the fact that a simple look from you could turn him into such a depraved shell of the image that he excuded in his day to day was enough to send him over the edge.

he came with a groan, his hips not ceasing their thrusting into his fist until every last drop was out. as he cleaned himself up, fixing his uniform in the mirror, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, you knew what you were doing to him. and if the look you gave him when he came back, timidly taking his seat, it seemed that you had some idea.

"you know, I think you need to punished for what you just did, coryo. for what you've been doing. do you like the sound of that, hmm?"

and if the way the cock pulsed in his pants, already hard again was any indication, he loved the sound of that.

[drvirgus]

Mute!

Non-Idol! Hanni X Mute! Reader

Description: Life as a mute girl in university: How does Y/n navigate her life, especially when she has to work on a project with her crush, one of the popular kids on campus? Can Y/n find a way to express her feelings?

Warnings: Trauma; strong language; kys/kms jokes; insults; bad family 😔 (kind of abuse?) Suicide

Chapter: Helpless (1)

a/n: I´ll split this Chapter into two for those who dont want to read something about Suicide.

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Helplessness was a terrible feeling.

The day Y/n first felt helpless was the day she went to her grandmother's house. A broad smile on her face, she ran into the kitchen with a cake that was actually too big for her small hands. After all, her grandmother was usually in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette, drinking tea, or cooking something.

But this time, the 8-year-old Y/n looked around the kitchen and saw no one. Today was also her grandmother's birthday. A giggle escaped the younger Kim as she toddled into the living room. "Granny?" she called loudly into the house, but everything was unusually quiet. Normally, Y/n would hear a loud TV or the blaring radio.

But she heard nothing.

"Graaandmaaa."

Relaxed and with a smile on her face, she now looked around the living room. She even looked in the corner where her grandmother always hid when they played hide and seek. But she wasn't there either.

Y/n's small brow furrowed in confusion. The cake still in her hand, she let out a small sigh. She noticed the time and an "Ah" sound escaped her lips. That's right. Grandma always took a nap at this time!

Y/n thought. Should she wake up her grandmother? Or should she wait patiently?

Sighing, she placed the cake on the coffee table, grabbed the remote, and sat on the couch. With both thumbs, she pressed the red power button and turned on the TV. Her eyes immediately focused on the cartoon as she carefully placed the remote next to her.

A laugh escaped Y/n as she watched Oggy once again lose terribly to the cockroaches. Leaning back against the couch, her legs stretched out and slightly apart, her hands excitedly placed on the couch. She was eagerly waiting to see if Oggy would win against the cockroaches. There were occasional commercial breaks, and her eyes wandered to the clock every time.

"She’s going to sleep through the best part of the day," the girl murmured softly as she turned off the TV and picked up the cake once more. Her short legs led her to her grandmother’s bedroom. Slowly and careful not to drop the cake, Y/n opened the bedroom door.

"Granny! Happy bir-"

A loud crash echoed in the bedroom as the plate with the cake fell to the floor and shattered. Y/n’s eyes widened as she looked up. It wasn’t that her grandmother was tall. In fact, Y/n had grown so quickly that she was almost eye level with her grandmother.

But now she had to look up.

Purplish spots on her legs and hands. Her face blue and swollen. Eyes slightly open, but they seemed to have a corneal deformation. Her body stiff. A rope around her neck...

A shiver overcame the younger girl. "Grandma?" she asked softly as she took a step closer. The smell Y/n had noticed earlier was now more pungent in her nose. It smelled... pretty bad. Y/n was about to throw up...

Her hand touched her grandmother's blue-tinged hand but she immediately pulled her hand back when she noticed how cold it felt. Y/n's mouth was still open as she looked up. Tears slowly formed in her eyes. "G-Granny..."

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"Grandma... hanged herself," the girl said softly into the phone. Her eyes were fixed on a particular spot on the wall. Probably the remnants of a spider... Y/n didn't know what it was, but that spot gave her a bit of comfort. The smaller girl sat on the floor, right beside the open door, while the shattered pieces and the now mushy, ruined cake lay in front of the door.

"Are you crazy? You don’t joke about stuff like that, Y/n! Just wait until you get home!" She heard the loud voice of her 20-year-old brother until, suddenly, the call ended. Calmly, though Y/n felt anything but calm, she took her phone off her bent knee and dialed her mother's number.

It took a long time before her mother finally answered. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips. "What do you want? I’m at work!" her mother whispered angrily into the phone. A bad feeling churned in Y/n's stomach. She felt like she was going to throw up. "Grandma... hanged herself," the youngest of the Kim family tried again.

She heard her mother start to laugh. "What a wild imagination you have!" the older woman said angrily, clicking her tongue. "Don't make jokes about that! I have to get back to work now, sweetheart," her mother added, and without waiting for a response, she hung up.

Helplessness was a terrible feeling...

and it was the only thing Y/n could feel right now...

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[catacombbee]

theory time. spoilers for sbg new episode 74

does anyone actually fucking trust Maverick rn? im so fr i don't trust him one BIT.

Alex i trust. Alex seems like he has good intentions (especially with him telling Aiden he wasnt supposed to tell them) but how much could he really help? it doesn't feel like he's very high up the totem pole yk. maybe we'll have like a- Alex sticking his neck out to help/save the kids somehow and dies for it, perhaps on accident

but anyway I DONT FUCKING TRUST MAVERICK AND YOURE DUMB IF YOU DO im kidding. im kidding you're not dumb. im kidding you're amazing and go drink your water rn pls

i have SO MANY THOUGHTS ON

1. the fact he's trying to get the kids to trust him

2. the fact that he went to BEN first of all people

starting with no. 1, i think he wants something. he so CLEARLY wants something. i don't TRUST THIS MAN he may be HOT but he is UP TO SMTH!!! what i don't know is what he wants from the kids. getting them on his side and trusting him feels like a way of getting more information out of them, and what could he possibly be digging for if not more information on the phantom realm?

Alex was asking Ashlyn about the fact that they all asked for ASL books at the same time and thus must have some way of communicating. i think they must know it has to do with the phantom realm (though they don't know that it's an entire separate dimension i think) and Maverick wants to know more about how they're communicating. with the promise that he will protect them from the rest of the government, which i think might just entail "keeping you for ourselves"

and how does he get the kids to trust them? making himself seem like a good option, and separating himself from "those who put them here." the government. the bad part of the government. and how does he do that?

well that's where we come to no. 2

they have cameras. they can watch the kids and how they're acting. in fact, they've been watching the kids for a while now. if i were to pick anyone to try and talk to to get on my side having observed them from a distance, maybe id pick Taylor or Logan. the others are stubborn or unpredictable in their own ways.

So why Ben?

Maverick is trying to draw several comparisons in Ben's mind, especially with using language like the above and like this:

What Maverick is trying to connect in Ben's mind is this:

The authority = The government that locked them up here

The government =/ Maverick and his people

He's trying to get into Ben's mind and say "Hey. We want the same thing you want: to get rid of this place." The way he calls them a bunch of pigs ALMOST makes me hesitate on thinking he's being insincere, but on the other hand would that phrasing not resonate with a jaded teenage boy who's been in trouble before?

Maverick went to Ben because he saw a way in through Ben. Even though Ben is violent and stubborn (right now. and towards the staff), he recognizes that he can use Ben's past as a way of leveraging himself to a higher status in Ben's mind. Besides, if he can get one of the more stubborn kids to crack first, he's got a much easier way in with the others.

Furthermore, this will lead to more observation. He must know the kids are communicating somehow, he just doesn't know how exactly yet. This part isn't Ben specific, but by talking to one of them, he then gives himself the opportunity to watch the rest more closely for any mention of things he's said to Ben. Evidence that they have some way of talking. A way of figuring out how they're doing so.

Maverick is using Ben's past to manipulate him into trusting him.

and im pissed off abt that

BUT THATS JUST A THEORY. A GA-

anyway though i just wanted to rant about this episode and how it made me feel cus im upset and i want to hug Ben. if you don't like my theory and/or have a different one please please reblog and yap about it (nicely) i LOVELOVELOVE hearing different opinions on headcanons and theories and such. OR BUILD ON MY THEORY! i like yapping pls yap to me okay bye

also ty @arcaneafterhours for giving me screenshots cus i can't screenshot. ilu

[auschizm]

this is an offensive symptom to have but its real and i promise it isnt a troll, just hear me out: i haven't had a chance to talk to a doctor about this because of our economic situation, but i have a symptom where the n word plays in my head whenever i see a human or animal with dark pigmentation, not just black people but also dogs at the dog park for example

for context im a 19F afab european-american woman. and i don't know what to do about this because a few weeks ago on my birthday i was just sitting there at a restaurant on a busy day, and i was sitting by the entrance to charge my phone while a lot of mostly black people walked in and out, and i received the n word playing in my head a few hundred times and there was nothing i could do about it. I'm not racist i just have this recurring involuntary duosyllabic thought that i can't control.

this could be related to ocd or it could be some other type of coprolalia thoughts. but i also have thoughts multiple times a day saying "i am going to k*** m*s***", which i know I'm not going to do, it just gets really annoying and recently I interrupt those thoughts by thinking SHUT UP SHUT UP DON'T SAY THAT or something which certainly feels like I'm "going crazy" or something but i don't know what's wrong with me. (both of these have happened since around autumn/winter of 2023.)

i told my mom about this and she knows, we just haven't had a chance to talk to a doctor because we are moving to a different house. I've been diagnosed with autism and ADHD, and i was given a GAD diagnosis in January 2023 with the doctor saying i had some ocdspec traits of obsessive compulsiveness, tics, dissociation, and i forgot what else he mentioned but maybe the fact that i stutter? (i dont know what he meant by tics, back then i just made noises when lost in thought or typing things, and i used to have echolalia when i was 5 or something, this was before the current symptoms) i have no way of knowing right now if this is my Super Mega Autism (autism/adhd/anxiety + ocdspec traits) or if it's an ocdspec disorder if i am developing schizophrenia or schizotypal or something. and I'm not asking for a diagnosis or anything i just want to know what your thoughts are on the symptom situation because it's weird and i don't want to publicly post about it.

(and another thing, sometimes when I'm alone i stim by saying "vinegar vinegar vinegar" or Something Else if you know what i mean, and it might be controversial to have coprolalia-related stims, but my head/face feels warm and electric and i say it to calm down and feel normal again which is not something i feel comfortable telling a doctor about. I have a stutter affecting my speech, but i don't completely "involuntarily speak" offensive things, i just involuntarily think KMS and the N word on a consistent basis without variation in the symptoms besides them getting worse, and sometimes get a strong urge to say "vinegar" or just the last 2 syllables of vinegar, which sounds terrible but i think it's similar to coprolalia and i only do it when alone where nobody can hear me.) again this might sound fake or like a troll ask but i promise it isn't. what are your thoughts on this? again im not asking for a diagnosis i just need somewhere to anonymously talk about this.

1) Obsessive compulsive thinking is not fully within your control and does not reflect your actual desires or character. The best way to manage it is actually to stop moralizing it and to focus your attention on what actually leaves your head. 2) Of course no mental disorder excuses acting in racist and otherwise bigoted ways, but things happening exclusively inside your head can't hurt anyone but yourself

[takeurexam]

what are we? choi beomgyu x reader

(part two)

part 1 here

tw: fluff, highschool love, mutual pinning, ew people in love, ALOT of talking, part 2 is shorter

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"Psst, pssst!" Who was that? Its so early....

"Pssssstttt..." Okay, now they're getting noisy.

You open your eyes which reveals a young man with brown hair and brown eyes with his sweet smile plastered on his face.

"Beomgyu?" You wipe your eyes in disbelief to see if you were still dreaming or not, which in fact, you were not.

"Morning, lazy." You raise a brow as he giggles and steps away from your face; you sit up on your bed and process everything. It was Saturday, June 1, currently seven o'clock in the morning.

His visuals were even better in the morning, what a sight to see Beomgyu with his eyes puffy in the morning. And this made you realize that he did indeed just wake up.

"Why are you here? Wait. How did you get in? My parents are still asleep! What the hell!" You scream but not loud enough for your parents to hear. (you cant risk beomgyu getting kicked out, you dont wsnt him to go away)

"Shhhh, quiet down." He walks closer to you and sits on your bed beside you. You raise a brow at him and he smirks, "I have my ways- OW!" You hit him on his back.

"Im joking, your mom is awake. I already told her yesterday that I would be comin over early. I almost got hold of your house keys.." He chuckles.

It was scary how your mom trusted him so much. She always mentions him whenever she sees another young boy that is also our neighbor. "Thats the son of Mrs. Ha? Eh... Beomgyu's more handsome." Or a "Look at our new neighbor, but dont get too close with him! Dont leave Beomgyu."

"Of course. My mom loves you too much." You sigh and stand up. "Now, why are you here?"

He dosent reply for a little while and just looks at you as he sits on your chair, then speaks up, "Im here because the two of us are going out."

.....

"What?"

"What? Is there a problem?" He smirks, "I can just leave.

"Wait, no! You can stay." You pull his wrist towards you, "I would love to! Super! Oh, I mean, I'm happy, but!-" He cuts you off by closing your mouth (gently) and snickers, "Okay, okay, I get you. Dont be nervous, its just me." He chuckles.

You were flustered as hell right now. The way he was so amused seeing you all shy made you flustered. "Why are you so flustered? Were just going out!" He laughs hard.

"Where do we go?" You ask, as you avoid his question which he raises a brow at before thinking, "I wanna take you to the park." He answers with a grin.

"What a friendly outing." You snicker.

"Hey! Dont run off without me!" You laugh as he shouts at you while you both run across the park. "Your mother will kill me!" He laughs while shouting.

You run away a little more before sitting down on the soft grass, which Beomgyu sees before he dives towards you and locks you in his grasp.

"Gotcha." He giggles as he locks you into a hug as you laugh hard until you cant breathe, "Beomgyu!" Both of you share a good laugh.

"Are you going to let go?" You look up at him as your head lays on his shoulder with his arms around you.

"What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"What you want to do." You shrug as you continue laying on his shoulder, which makes him smile. "I think we both know what we want." He chuckles.

Beomgyu looks at you for a moment- you were a sight for him. You laughing with your teeth showing and your eyes shutting because you laughed so hard made him realize how comfortable you were around him.

He isint a clingy person around his girl friends, but it looks like you were the only exception among all.

"Beomgyu." You look at him.

"Yeah?" He looks back at you, the both of you staring into each others face.

"What exactly are we?" You question.

"What do you want us to be?" Beomgyu brushes away your hair covering your face that was something only he would see- well, your close friends, but mostly him.

You look at him like you were observing something at an museum. You were trying to read his mind or whatever, yet also thinking about how you two look corny as hell in the public park.

"Hey, I like you." You smile, "Im sorry, im not good with confessions." He chuckles at your reaction.

"So you've been telling me all those love lessons with Soobin was useless in the end?" He laughs, "I feel the same way." He smiles widely at you which you replicate.

"Ew. Never ask Soobin for love advice, he cant pull." You say as you share a laugh with Beomgyu.

"Uh huh. Stop slandering your pres, be kinder." He ruffles your hair. "Dont snitch me out." You say to Beomgyu, "I'll choke you." He snickered at your remark.

You both looked stupid laying down in the grass, but neither of you cared. Enjoying moments together was one thing you liked with Beomgyu, because he was such a nice person to be around with.

And you hope your happiness lasts long.

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a/n: sorry for taking too long to release this from my drafts teehe expect more to come! probably taehyuns gonna be next and gonna be historical (mr queen inspired bc i love mr queen)

[popawritter12]

Hey hey heyyy im back with another request (im the same anon who requested that yandere morgana piece u wrote, absoutely loved it btw ate it up) and i was wondering if you could write some yandere! Hwei x reader? (fanfic or headcanons is up to you!) maybe the reader is an artist as well and they bond over that? Idk man up to you, also love ur takes on characters ur legit one of the best LoL writers ive seen!!

Btw if you dont mind can i be the 🍊 anon? Ive seen other blogs have their emoji anons and i wanna be one so bad fhdbfh

Hope youre having a nice day!!

Author's Notes: Of course 🍊 anon! I would love to <3

I also got tired of making so many headcanons (believe it or not, I have more saved in my drafts), I'm going to write a one-shot. I hope you like it <3. I also appreciate that you like my work. It's especially nice to know that there's someone who enjoys what I do besides me. By the way, I think Hwei is not in the Yandere “tier list” of LoL, so from how I write him and how I see him, I assume that he is a “Normal” type, because his personality reminds me a little of Ayano from Yandere simulator jjjjjjjjjj

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Yandere! Hwei x Fem! reader

Yandere character: Hwei From the videogame/anime/manga/movie/series: League Of Legends Case: Mention of stalking, allegation of theft, robbery and kidnapping. Part: 1 of 1 Warning: Excessive text LOL

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Obedience.

You had heard that word for so long that it was already embedded in your memory. But not in the way most expected.

You hated that word, and for that same reason you almost never hung out with the teachers or students of the temple you went to.

But we are getting ahead of ourselves, we better go to the beginning.

You had been born into a family that had never been close to other nations apart from Ionia, your mother was a strict woman, sometimes bordering on abusive, who always hated temples. Especially religions… Let's say she never had good experiences with it.

And your father, oh your beloved father… He was a saint in every sense of the word. He was kind, a joker… And a smile was always on his face. He had never yelled, in fact even when he was angry, he would just sit in the corner, ignoring everything around him until his mind cooled down.

And, being an only child, your life around them was quite chaotic. While your mother always tried to stay out of her entire family situation—a rather complex issue even for you—your father was the “husband of the house,” so to speak. He was in charge of teaching you both cooking and home care in general, including carpentry and, mainly, the art of home decoration.

He always dreamed of being a great artist, but in his family it was never frowned upon for a man to make the decision to undertake such a complex world of art, because, you know… that's a “women's thing.” But anyway, a lot of things have happened since the last time you talked to your uncles and cousins so… They aren't very important in your life right now.

But do you know that it is important? Where did you study.

Your father insisted a lot on your talent with sculptures and the human form; You really liked making ceramic vases manually, so much so that from the age of 8 you made your first sculpture; It was the strange shape of a dog with small eyes and a giant nose. At the time you barely knew how to paint sculptures, and your father barely knew about sculptures, and the shape of it so… Let's say it looked more like an "alebrije" than a dog with a big nose.

But that was a long time ago, and now the only proof of that memory is the figure on your father's furniture; kept as a beautiful memory.

As time went by your sculptures became more complex; from simple vases for flowers to sculptures with human figures of such a level that, at this point, we could compare them with the statues of Michelangelo.

And your father wanted that talent to be exploited to the fullest. So, after years of arguing with your mother, they both agreed that you should go to the great temple where you would learn about the art.

But there was a small problem, one that was going to haunt you a lot.

You weren't used to how strict that school was.

The first and second day at that school were quite chaotic for you. It wasn't just because it wasn't as you expected, but because everything was very limited.

If you wanted to make art, you had to do it how they wanted, when they asked you to, and how they expected it. However, not only was that not your style, but it seemed like the teachers (especially the principal) always had one eye on you. And only for a few weeks did you endure that strict issue of obedience.

But there was one boy who was particularly kind to you, and he was a young man of always unkempt appearance. His dark circles always stood out on his face, along with his hair that was rarely organized in a linear manner. From the first time he saw you, he felt charmed by the way you expressed yourself; You were good at painting and using magic, but when he saw the ceramic sculptures you made…damn, you really drove him crazy.

But you obviously didn't notice, you were too focused on trying to get along with your surroundings in general that you didn't notice his desperate attempts to get along with you.

However, in the pleasant conversations you had with him, you always saw him as the stereotype of the exemplary boy; someone who dedicated his entire life to his art, to the temple and was admired by everyone for his great talent. You thought he was assured of a great future thanks to his eccentric abilities.

And you, unlike most, learned very well from your mother that you could not let yourself be trampled; especially by anyone you barely knew. So the blood that ran through your veins and the passion for your own art that you kept for so long was slowly being tied to be limited, but with barely strong ropes. It hurt a lot to know that you were in a place that didn't belong to you, it was as if you were a squirrel in the Freljord, or a mouse in a perfume store.

And in the end, when you mentioned all these things to your mother, she didn't take it very well.

—Did you really go through all this while you were in that temple? —She asked, a cigarette between her fingers as she arranged her needles on the table.

You just nodded your head, not looking at your mother at all. The woman, at this, clicked her tongue.

—I knew that those bitches are only good for the basics, they didn't evolve at all —The woman brought the cigarette to her lips, taking a gentle drag —so, do you know something, my child? Send them to hell.

You were used to her bad vocabulary, so much so that at this, you just nodded your head again.

—I know perfectly well that you are not like me, that you want to venture out and learn about “the ways of art” and that I know —The woman moved her free hand in the air, while with the other she only lightly squeezed the cigarette. —, but if you're going to go alone so that that bunch of nuts can do you less, I'm going to get you out even by kicking you in the ass.

Your mother was tough as a chain in the teeth, and you knew that she couldn't last long without making trouble in the temple if there was someone bothering her only daughter. She cared very little if it was a student, a teacher or even the founder of the temple himself —Even though she knows that she died a long time ago— she would go and give her her dose of shit if she messed with the pride of her as a mother.

She advised you to kick their ass if they messed with you, but your father later talked to you about it, advising that you couldn't take all your feelings and thoughts to such an extreme, but that you should think coldly, and not give importance to people that were not to your specific liking, regardless of their social status. You were no less for coming from a family that came from the middle of nowhere.

During your temple walk, you always walked alone, which gave you plenty of time to think about your actions; You had been passive most of the time, however, more than once you let out those classic off-color comments when they already crossed your limit. Words like “Fuck you if you don't like it” or “You're barely able to use colors and you're going to tell me what I have to do?” escaped you in very rare cases.

You entered the less traveled part of the temple, hoping not to encounter those looks that made you uncomfortable. The song of nature resonated in your ears harmoniously, while the sound of the materials inside your bag resonated from time to time.

In the midst of your ramblings, you remembered your lost sculptures, and your forgotten materials; You were not a forgetful pardon, and it seemed strange to you not to find your favorite materials —That were metal, so they were worth a lot of money —, and even though you asked and asked, you couldn't find it anymore, so it depressed you a lot to think that you had lost something that had cost yout parents so much effort, and the mere memory of it caused you to feel that pang in your heart.

Even if your parents said it was nothing that couldn't be fixed, it hurt to know that you had lost one of the most expensive things your parents had cost you to get you.

But it was curious to think what a surprise you would get.

However, you get to hear some noises; without being the whining of baby birds waiting for food or rodents walking in search of food, but rather it resembled the voice of two people talking. You recognized both of their voices, but you thought it wasn't too important to stay there, in fact, you were already planning to go somewhere else when you heard it.

—So that girl, (Name), right?

—Yes, I didn't think you realized that issue.

The second boy's shy voice reminded you of that young man you rarely spoke to, which took you by surprise. Hwei wasn't the type of person to talk bad about someone behind their back, or at least that was the idea you had based on your interactions.

—You don't have to worry, after all it's normal for you to feel attracted to someone —Jhin mentioned, almost in a mocking manner—. So why don't you tell me about her?

You had already noticed the intention behind that interaction, however, after what happened, you thought that maybe you could calm your heart with some sweet words that you weren't meant to hear at that moment.

—Well, she is… incredible —He begins, you hear how the young man sits on a log due to the sound of the hollow wood —, she is beautiful, kind, tender… and her way of expressing her art is so… unique.

You gently leaned your back against the wood, trying not to make any sound. Something in your chest moved abruptly, as if your heart was fluttering like a butterfly in glass.

—I adore her sculptures, I feel that they are the most beautiful thing I have seen —He continues talking, slowly his emotion rose more and more —. I looked sometimes at her work in class or in the room away from her, and they are… beautiful.

—So much so that you had the need to steal them, right?

It was a single sentence, one which echoed in your head for several seconds.

—What are you talking about? —Hwei asks, arranging his hair a little, trying to place several strands behind his ear —. I would never do that.

You didn't hear how Hwei's tone of voice changed, becoming staccato, as his hands clung to his backpack, which he had in his lap.

At this, the other student laughed, almost like a subtle laugh, while his eyes wandered to where your shadow was looming. A mischievous smile forms on his face.

—So, I imagine that the sculptures that are in your room were made by you, right? —He questions, looking subtly into Hwei's eyes—. Or you bought them from her.

Your thoughts slowly formed a thread of the events that had happened. A lump formed in your throat, almost painfully so.

—Or her favorite utensils, she asked me if I had seen them last week, since she had left them near you the last time she saw them —He continued, almost introspectively—, but when I asked you, you only mentioned that you didn't see them that day either.

You shook your head, from the depths of your soul you prayed that it wasn't true, that you didn't have the school prodigy after you in such an extreme way.

—Well, I admit that I have some of her sculptures in my room, but they are the ones that she forgot in class or anywhere! —The pale boy snapped—. And I don't know what you think I did with her utensils, I don't know how to sculpt.

Jhin laughs again, barely audibly now, as if he knew that now he would have to act more vividly.

—And why were they in the box in your room? —Jhin asks him —, it even had remains of dry ceramics. Could it be that they were already used?

Hwei gritted his teeth, while his gaze met Jhin's again.

—That side of you… It's so peculiar. —He smiles —, I thought no one would see it, but you risk being seen in exchange for getting some things from (Name).

Hwei knew that darkness within his soul had awakened since the first day he saw you. And that darkness spread throughout his soul, mind and body, to the point that it seemed to consume all of his heart and mind.

—Your paintings were always warm colors —Jhin changed the subject, the smile disappearing from his face —, they were never about anything specific, but since you met that girl, something changed —He bowed gently in front of Hwei —. If it was about her, you focused on her in a way that made her seem pure, you used colors that highlighted her body or her emotion on her face. But she never looked at anyone —He subtly changed his focus —, she looked at the painter, or she didn't look at anyone, tell me, do you just want her to not look at anyone but you? Do you want her to the point that you don't want her to look at anyone but you?

He remained silent, in such a way that you could feel the weight of the words lingering in the air, causing an almost inexhaustible tension there. It was such that you could no longer hear the song of nature that you longed for so much.

—I won't criticize you, Hwei, you know that I understand better than anyone the dark feeling inside you —Jhin tried to sound empathetic —. And, if you want, I can help you make (Name) yours. I can make her fall in love with you and make that she can never leave you.

The obsessed young man understood how wrong it was to have those thoughts terrifying his mind, but he couldn't stop it, it was a feeling that had already taken root in his heart, and he couldn't tear it out no matter how much he wanted to.

—I can't… —Hwei whispered, his voice breaking —…, I don't want to harm her; She is so nice to me, I don't want to put her through all my feelings.

You heard him sob.

—You're not going to hurt her —Jhin comforts him, a hand running over his cheek —. I know you love her very much, and you notice how others hurt her. But, tell me, don't you think about those people really hurt her? —He subtly wipes away the tear that slipped down her face—. You should take care of those people, you know? So she could express her art as she loves it. Maybe she could even make thousands of statues without anyone to pressure her, and you could “borrow” them for yourself.

You had heard enough, you couldn't stay there for another minute.

However, before you could move, Jhin leaned close to Hwei's ear, his lips close to her loose strands of hair.

—Or you could take it right now, you know? This opportunity is perfect. —Jhin's mischievous smile spreads across his face.

Hwei opened his eyes to her peak, at the same time he heard a rope move abruptly.

And you felt your foot being pulled up, forcing you to hit your face against the ground, causing you to moan in pain.

—Shit. —You whispered, feeling your head spin, a small wound on your head began to make small drops of blood come out.

—That is…? —Hwei whispers, his heart sinking in his chest —(Name)..?

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Today I came wanting to write. I loved how this one-shot turned out, and I hope those who read it do too haha.

I hope to receive more orders if any of you wish, until then, I will be dedicated to my hobbies and my studies.

[snowsays]

ok Keeper fans, I want yall to give me all your headcanons about Sophie and her friends (including Stina) that might fit a human au

the brainrot is real and I'm writing fanfiction for the first time in 12 years and it's a human, college au (tho the setting isn't exact, they're gonna visit Everglen and the college is gonna be Foxfire but other than that I think I'm gonna leave it up to imagination if this is a world where the elven cities exist as human cities, like a random human city called Eternalia, or if they don't exist at all). It's sokeefe, with maybe some dexiana in the background. I have some ideas but I need more info to fully pad their characters (imagine two hands filling a Sophie Foster stuffie)

For Sophie I'm keeping her fashion sense mostly t-shirts, jeans and sneakers. Not super baggy but also not form-fitting. Kinda like, baggy tshirt tucked into straigh leg jeans vibes. Not super colorful either. She still doesn't feel comfortable standing out.

I remember in book 1 she was listening to rock so pls recommend rock bands (I'm more of a vibe girly so I'll listen to whatever has a good sound and dont follow many artists/bands themselves so I only know like the 70s-80s classics and some random songs I think are cool, like Seven Nation Army and How Far We've Come), but I dont want to make her feel like a pick-me/im-not-like-other-girls so I kinda want to make her like pop too. And I already decided she likes the Deadpool movies (bc Amy has an X-Men tshirt in Nightfall, and Sophie makes a Rogue reference), but also romcoms. Also I'm thinking her and Stina would be in college to become vets

Biana is ofc a girly girl, I'm imagining mostly skirts and dresses, some jeans every once in a while, but also very stylish, idk about shoes tho, pretty sure in canon she wears heeled boots everywhere, but irl heels are tiring so...maybe sandals? I also imagine her as more of a pop girly with an edgy side in both music and movies, bc in canon she's not a damsel in distress, so I'm imagining she's an Olivia Rodrigo fan (not saying that Olivia is edgy...idk if she's edgy, I like her music but I wouldnt dare define it, she just popped into my head, as I said, I dont follow artists that much), and she would like both romcoms and action/spies movies (bc vanisher). I'm not sure about her major, I read a fanfic where she was a fashion designer and I like that, I was also thinking maybe art bc I just read a post that talked about how she painted over Tam's mom's painting in Nightfall. I know in the US she could do both but idk

As for the boys...I have no idea. I'm thinking Dex as a mechanical ingenieer (the spanish, french and english are all mixing in my brain and completely jumbled that word, sorry if its written completely wrong) bc ofc, technopath. Keefe as an art student, also he likes Deadpool too, and both beer and fruity drinks, and he still has Mrs Stinkbottom but I have nothing else on him, besides keeping his daddy and mommy issues ofc. Fitz I have no idea.

The rest of the gang I'm not sure if it's going to appear (I'm still trying to think if I should give Fitz a partner, and who would it be in that case), Tam might be mentioned tho, as the quiet fourth roommate of Dex, Keefe and Fitz, who doesnt like to mingle at parties much. But I'll be thankful for any headcanons you can give me of any member of the gang. Or facts that could be useful in a human au

This was longer than I expected, I'm sorry

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If you want I'd love a part two for the sheriff!bickerman story with smut possibly!

IT WAS SO GOOD LOVE YOUR JIM CONTENT IT GIVES ME LIFE

YOU LOVE MY JIM STUFF?? I love y o u! ^^ *hugs*

I don't usually take requests, but um... I'm very biased with Jim XD Especially Sheriff Jim; that was so much fun to write XD I hope you like it and come back to talk about him with me! ^^

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Sheriff!Jim Bickerman x AFAB!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Jim's away on a work trip to a neighbouring county station, sent by (Chief of Police) Reba, because he's driving her up a wall, and you miss him. Its been almost a month now, and you're about ready to promise him anything if he'll just come back.

And- the good thing about Jim? He'll totally blow of work for the right price.

Warnings: (Large) Age difference relationship (25/60's), sexual references, TWO (1) 'daddy' mentions (Dont blame me, he starts it himself. I don't control him. Says the fic writer), and a uhhhhhHHHH little fingering at the end... vaguely edited.

*reader takes a university class and that's where they know Owen from.

Tagging: @marinerainbow , @masqueradeball , @obscureother and @slxsherwriter .

After the thing at the party Owen couldn't let it go and pretty much immediately went bawling to Reba, the chief of police. He made it sound like Jim almost killed him (Which... okay yeah, was true.), for no good reason of course (Not at All), because he's a crazy senile old poacher and shouldn't be on the force, blah blah blah. Reba thankfully didn't fire Jim, but she had to do something; So she sent him away to do some light research in another county. Some woman's adult daughter was still 'missing' (You think her name was Daphne) and she figured it might kill two birds with one stone sending him away to confer with the officers over there. Make the mama happy, stop Owen bothering her about this, and get Jim out of her hair.

Reba was jazzed with the outcome and Owen was appeased and very annoyingly smug in classes, but Jim sure as hell wasn't. And neither were you, spending your nights alone now house-sitting for your booted cowboy.

And its been a month, now.

A month since you saw him. And you miss him. You talk on the phone (because, thank god, being sheriff forced him to keep one finally), and that's nice, but it's not the same. At this point, you're struggling to focus in class. As soon as you look to the front where your teacher stands droning on, your mind starts to wander.

You're about to take out your phone and text him (he doesn't text but he always takes the next oppertunity to leave you a voice message), when Owen comes into class late and drops into the seat beside yours. Immediately your eyes roll upwards out of annoyance, and you put away your phone so he doesn't see. It's not like Jim's contact is his name, you aren't that dumb-- but you'd rather Owen didn't know you were seeing anyone anyway. He'll just bother you about it.

The bastard.

"Hey," He whispers, leaning over the arm of his chair and too-close to you despite you clearly shifting away from him and his hit breath. "What did I miss??"

Rolling your eyes where he can't see, you give a sigh. At the time, you really didn't think he would drug you or hurt you. He's just annoying- not an idiot. But after the fact, you keep wondering.

You can't help but think about how determined he was. That was wierd. And you didn't even ask for that drink-- he just went ahead and made it for you. In fact he had it for you before you even saw him or approached him. He had been waiting.

... whether your suspicions were founded or not though, you were still irritated by him these days. If only for sending Jim away and being obnoxious about it.

"Listen now so you don't miss anything else, hm?" You whisper back, a heavy dash of finality in your voice. Forcing him with your tone to back up. Stop breathing on you.

Luckily it works, and you spend the next 10 minutes uncomfortable he's even next to you. The main thing on your mind, though, is Jim.

Look, you're not usually the kind of person to lose sense, or get all wrung out, over a man- in fact, some space can be good. You can't deal with someone every second of the day. You cant deal with Jim every second of the day, he's crazy. But goddamnit! It's been a month since you so much as saw him!!

You miss him.

Another few minutes of lessons in the background of your mind and wondering about the length and craziness of Jim's beard after a month at the forefront of your mind. Your thoughts are wandering further and further away from class again, until you finally give up and grab your phone.

"Hey." Owen pipes up again, whispering so harshly at you so you jump out of surprise.

"What??"

"Where are you going?? Can I come?"

"Going to the bathroom. No."

"How do I know you're not just leaving me here??" He smirks, and you feel your stomach roll over inside you.

With a glare, you just roll your eyes and try to leave again. You are not doing banter with this guy-

"Wait, hey. I wanted to ask you. You noticed old 'Sheriff' Bickerman's still a no-show lately??" You stop moving, plopping back down in your seat. Slowly you turn your head to look at Owen, deadpanned. He cannot be serious. "Yeah? Heh. Wanted to ask you since you volunteer at the station sometimes, an' if you still haven't seen him, then he's gotta still be off on probation. Damn straight, right?"

You think your eyes are going to roll all the way into the back of your skull. Somehow though, your whisper remains calm; no hint of ferocity in the undertones. "Reba didn't send him on probation, Owen. He's doing work."

"Tom-ay-to, tom-ah-to."

You sigh. Roll your eyes and resist the urge to curse at him. Tuck your phone into your jeans pocket. And leave the auditorium bathroom-bound.

"Obnoxious, smug, twisted little weasel." You mutter, shaking your head and pulling out your phone as you turn into the bathroom.

You: How's it going? Miss you, you old fart. Cant focus.

"Hm." You hum, pressing send and leaning back on the stall wall; not expecting a responce immediately but needing a break from Owen, anyhow. So you might as well actually go to the bathroom. You're about to do just that, when to your surprise your phone lights up with a call and the sound of your ringtone fills the small bathroom. Loudly. While you answer and put the device to your ear, you simultaneously close the main door and lock it. "Hey! Stranger."

"Thinkin about this old bastard, huh sweetcheeks?"

Sweetcheeks of all pet names- is not your favourite. Usually when he calls you that you feel like cringing but right now you can just grin at the sound of his voice. Shit. "Mhmm... you look any different?" You're sure he can hear it in your voice, but that's okay because you can hear the smirk in his.

"Yeah actually, honey. Well, I got purple hair now. And also, a tattoo. Big ass singin bass on my back. "

"Oh, hot." You grin, chuckle, and shake your head. "Can't wait to see."

"You just wait, sugar."

"That's three petnames in under 2 minutes, Mr Bickerman. You miss me or something??"

"Something like that, yeah," In your head you see the smirk turn into a genuine grin when his voice gets soft and FUCK- you want him home. You want him home now.

Sighing, you bump your shoulder into the door and lean there, dropping your temple against the surface too. A frown wriggles across your face. When Jim speaks again, a grimace and a cold edge have creeped into his voice. "So. What's that little weasel been up to?... dancing in circles that I'm still gone?"

The exact same tone takes residence in your voice, too. "Yeah, pretty much. He's next to me in class today, hence why I'm hiding in the bathroom now."

"You're hiding in the bathroom??"

"He sat too close to me, I could feel his gross hot breath on the side of my face when he talked to me- and he was asking about you, too. I needed a break."

At this, Jim just groans and you feel like you can see the eyeroll from miles and miles away.

After a few moments, you lighten the tone in your voice a tiny bit. And ask about work. "... any news on the daughter?" Have you found her? Can you come back soon?

"Nope. Pretty sure she was never even here," Of course not. "but now Reba's got me helpin' 'em out with their damn store room. ... Have a feeling she's tryin' t' keep me away. Cant think why." The tone of sarcasm seeps out of the phone like gasoline, primed for a match.

You huff. Shake your head. "... fuck her." Enough!

Immediately a surprised laugh, full of disbelief rings out through the receiver. " -what was that now??"

"Come home, Jim. I don't care anymore." Really, you really don't. "Do you?? You know what- if you come home to me today, you can tell whoever you want about me." You say, and really mean it. You're tired of sneaking around. Its not fun anymore. You're - so - over it. Lowering your voice, you close your eyes. "... I don't care. Just come home."

A mechanical rumble plays on the other end of the phone, causing you to knit your eyebrows together. Confused. "-Hear that?"

"Hm? What is it???"

"Thats the truck. I'm on my way. All you had to do was ask, sweetheart, but I do appreciate the permission to tell everyone I know I'm havin' a side of fresh meat every night~ "

"Oh, god." Thats terrible!! Not all the distance and the missing him in the world will stop you from cringing over that- But then you smile, straightening up; every cell in your body buzzing at the prospect of seeing him in a few hours, anyway. "But hurry up." -Wait, he'll take that too seriously- "Drive safe!, though."

"Err, aint I always safe??"

"Oh yeah, Jim O-H-and-S Bickerman; thats you." He chuckles at that. "See you soon." With a final, insurmountable smile, you shake your head and hang up.

~

When you get back to the auditorium, the professor's gone quiet- letting everyone finish some private study for a bit. You grab your bag, foreseeing absolutely zero chance of getting any work done for the rest of the day, and turn to leave and wait at Jim's place- when a clammy hand grips your wrist and pulls you back. And suddenly, ice fills up your veins. "Hey! Where are you going now, huh??"

The smile wipes clean off your face. "Owen, let go."

"Not until you tell me where you're going, sweetheart." The smirk on his face ignites a fire in you, and not the good kind. A scowl and some dark clouds wander across your face. Sweetheart???!

"Owen, let me go." With that, you twist your wrist and disentangle your limb from his grip. Then get an idea, pulling your book bag over your head, lowering your voice. "For your information- Jim's coming home today and I'm going to meet him. I think you know who that is, I don't need to spell it out for you." Carefully, you slip your hair out from under the strap of your bag. "So congratulations, you were right- but lets get one thing straight here." Your voice turns to venom, a terrible glare in your eyes when you glance at Owen; looking pale. "We weren't fucking. But then you sent him away for a month, so who knows now? Chew on that."

With a final glower at the guy, one you learnt from the scariest person you know, you turn and leave the auditorium without another word.

~

By the time he got back to his house, for the first time in a month, its past 11 at night (Goddamn traffic. Felt like every damn intersection had construction bein' done. And everyone, and their grandma, needed to cross 'em right then.) So when he finally fits the key into the lock and slips inside, clicking the door closed behind himself, you're curled up on the old couch with the TV playing some bad snake flick on Netflix- asleep.

Jim doesn't even bother to take off his rain-drenched jacket before coming up on the couch and sitting down next to you- after all, maybe he'll let his sweetie pie do that part, he figures with a big grin. After switching off the TV with the remote he's able to finagle gently out of your grasp without waking you up (His darlin's so sleepy. Almost a shame to wake 'em up. Almost.), he curls a strand of your hair around a finger and tugs a couple times. "Wakey wakey~ "

You wake up pretty easily, having only been dozing (You were trying SO. HARD. to stay awake!!), you open your eyes just a crack- then open them wide and sit up as you come back to reality and realise He's Back. "-Oh! Shoot- I fell asleep?? Um- " You look around, giving a sniff and rubbing your eyes. "Um... house sitting went well?? You don't have any plants to keep alive, but uh- I managed to reset some of the traps outside, an- " What are you saying??

Thank god Jim stops you from waffling any further, because jesus christ. "Real happy to hear that, sugar, but d'ya know what I'm really wantin' to hear now??"

"... " you try to keep a straight face, but you know what's coming. A hesitant grin spreads across your face. "Oh lord, what?"

That sleazy grin you missed spreads slowly across his face. "How much you missed me."

Immediately you scoff, shaking your head, even with the grin. "-Oh I think you heard plenty of that already, sheriff." Casually, like it hadn't been a month since you so much as saw this man, you crawl over into Jim's lap and ring your arms up around his neck. "How about how much you missed me, huh old man?"

The growl in his hum is embarrassingly hot to you, and a hundred times better in person- not that you'd ever tell him that. "Hmm... " Seeing you right back where he liked you to be, in his lap rather then in fucken selfies he cant even fold up and keep in his pocket, made being home again Official. And gave him all kindsa ideas, too. "How about I show ya?"

... -For a moment you hesitate, frozen in place. Because you're not a dummy. Because you know what older men want with younger women. And because you are not deluded into thinking that Jim Bickerman is any better.

But god do you like him. And you weren't lying when you told Owen things had changed in a month- namely your power to resist.

And you think he likes you, too.

Hmm. "How... um," You clear your throat, skin hot. "how about you drive me to the ice cream place- the one open late on the highway?? You, uh, you could show me that way?"

Immediately Jim grins and gives a nod. "Sure, sweetheart. Just lemme get a dryer jacket. Meetcha at the truck, huh?- "

His face didn't even fall a bit when you suggested ice cream instead of sex. "Oh for fucks sake." You don't move an inch from his lap, despite the cold rain off his - yes, indeed, soaked jacket, - dampening your clothes and seeping into your skin. He likes you, he likes you, he likes you. Instead, you draw him down and kiss him.

The kiss becomes heated fast- 6 months with a person you really like without fucking it out plus an extra month without them at all, will do that to two people you'll find.

He pulls back first- but not by much. You can feel his breath on your lips as you open your eyes a crack- then open them fully at the shit eating grin on his face. "Now, darlin', I promise, I'll be gentle with ya. Alright?"

With a snort, you prod him in the forehead- gently. "Who says I've never done this before, huh?? You think that just because I haven't done it with you?"

With a scrunched up nose and a grimace-grin, he nods. "Well- Uhuh."

You would be annoyed at him, but you cant. Not right now, comfortably strewn over his lap, his hat askew tilted up and within kissing distance. So you try to curb the grin on your face, but its a terrible battle. Really more of a thumb wrestle then anything else. And not a fair one, either- "Oh shut up."

There's a very, dangerously lustful look on the old man's face. Smirk and all. You don't know exactly how long its been since he got any action, but by the looks of THAT- that look pawing at you, wandering all over you; inappropriate and wicked and perverted, inspiring hot shame, - it has to have been a while. "... Lemme get ya all warmed up, huh?"

Clearing your throat, you find yourself tucking hair behind your ear, feeling a little awkward and nervous, and young, being on top of him right now. Being looked at like That. Like exactly what he said before; fresh meat. Like a naked woman at a club, or out of a magazine, a bad video, a really good dream- Like he's starving and you're a four course meal. Except the growl in Jim's voice isn't coming from his stomach, its coming from the very back of his throat. "What do you me- Oh."

What he means becomes abundantly clear when he shows his teeth in the smirk suddenly like a big bad wolf baring his fangs, and undoes the button on your jeans. With his eagerness he doesn't bother pulling down the zip, it comes apart on its own when he digs his hand in between the seam and your very thin underwear. He doesn't bother to tease here, either- getting a good feel of you and making you choke on a gasp (or a moan?? It was a little bit of both.) with his boldness. You cover your mouth to muffle the sound, surprised at both him for suddenly touching you after all this time, and yourself for making tHAT EMBARRASSING, DESPERATE SOUND-

You should not have liked that so much. You should not be so turned on already.

Oh shit.

What the fuck with this man.

Jim chuckles at you. "Now now, sugar, don't be like that." He teases, still with that wolfish grin. "No hidin' from ol' Jimmy, hm?"

Carefully you pull your hand away from your mouth, but only halfway. Its hard to speak with the mans hand still under your throbbing cunt and seeing the absolute glee in his eyes showing his cards- he's absolutely loving every second of it; Having his cute lil sweethearts no doubt even sweeter pussy right in the palm of his hand hot and leaking and ready to go. "But- "

"Uh uh, no but's. Hand down. Now." The growl in his voice again, the steel in his expression, his forces you to do what you're told. Transferring both your hands to his still rain-damp shoulders, rolling your eyes.

"Damn, yes sir."

... there's no secret he loves that cute 'sir' business, but he sees directly through your fake bravado and gives a taunting grin instead of praising the shit out of you for it, rolling his pointer finger over your clit. Immediately your face drops, your jaw falling because it feels so good. You can see building up a gentle orgasm from this alone and he hasn't even directly touched you yet.

Your brain foggy, you manage to think to yourself who even knew that Jim Bickerman knew where the fucking clitoris was!? That was not... that was not on... not on your bingo card... Without thinking, you'd begun slowly rolling your hips with the feeling; eyes closed, the leather of his jacket pinched under your fingers, his most wicked grin watching you look so damn pretty in his lap; lettin' him touch you like this. Damn, what a good girl.

When he creeps his hand under the waistband of your underwear finally, coating his fingertips in your dripping slick, you almost snap a hand over your mouth; that embarrassing noise breaking free again. But instead you remember what he said immediately, his voice that you love so much echoing in your head like you're a well trained animal. Instead you lower your face into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around neck, hiding in his wet jacket that still smells of campfire smoke from his hunting days, and fresh rain.

He doesn't seem to mind the loophole, too focused on the feeling of his fingers disappearing inside a pretty girl once again; a sleazy grin on his mouth. That never gets old.

He seems to not mind also because you slip your hand into the kinky grey hair at the back of his head, knot your fingers in and gently squeezing at the sensation of being filled up so nicely. When he lets out a groan, you give a wicked grin of your own, buried against his shoulder. He likes his hair pulled; hmmm, you can work with that.

Another slow, gentle pull along with his languid thrusts (Just enjoying himself) and Jim has to break the peaceful silence, making you giggle.

"Careful there, pumpkin. Fuck with daddy too hard and I'll show ya who's really the boss 'ere."

A big grin teasing on your face, you rise and sit up straight, looking cheeky at him. There's silent laughter in your grin, even with the loveliest orgasm building up high in the pit on your stomach. So close. The knot so tight. Made tighter looking at him again; the glimpse of his hand in your jeans, or at least his wrist disappearing. "Oh go ahead, daddy, show me then."

"Don't you worry, I will."

As if just to prove to you he's got a million and one tricks up his sleeve to show you now, he takes that opportunity to, while you're looking right at him in the face so he can see the change in your eyes, take his thumb to your clit again and abuse it- breaking you in an instant, turning that sweet leisurely orgasm into an explosive climax instead that wipes the grin right off your face.

"... there. That what you were askin' for, sweetheart?"

The after waves ripple through you and a, admittedly, dumb smile flickers across your heated face. You run a hand through your hair, while he slips his hand out of your pants and gives an appreciative smile to the wetness all over his fingers. He gives you a peace sign and a cute, dumb grin of his own.

You grab his wrist. "... you think you're up for a little more, mr sheriff?"

"... darlin its been 7 months I've been thinkin' about this, what do you think??"

With a snort and a nod, like yeah I know, me too, you lean in and get another kiss from him.

[dreamerwitches]

I have mixed feelings on the witches, I'm gonna go through them all.

Renata and Ren: It just doesn't feel like the minor bits match up. There's too many bits that are just slightly too different. Like the screen shape and the bone colour and style. Am I being nitpicky? It just doesn't feel like the witch and doppel are linked. Or that they wanted to make this design for the witch and didn't really care that it didn't look like her doppel. I suppose I like how the witch is more organised than the doppel cause my gripe with it is that it feels a little like the parts don't mesh well. Like, what is going on with that pink bit it does not work. On its own, the witch is good. Fine, pretty, but a little bland and simple. As a design taking from the doppel, I think it kinda fails. Too much was changed.

Cyan and Hinano: Ehhhhhhhhhh I think they just made her worse?? Like, there's so little changed cause the doppel is so witch-like anyway but the changes they did do make her look worse XT the bright tubes are ugly and I dont understand the moth-ear-thing additions. Also the skirt is worse too lol. I miss the gas mask though I understand if that was added for Hinano but you can keep it on the witch c'mon! It's just like they removed all the best parts...

Don Rocinante and Sasara: Ehhhhhhhh here we go again. It looks stupid. C'mon she looks so stupid. Not in an uncanny, scary way, she looks so dumb. I included the doppel attack where she does get legs and that was silly but not as much as this one. Otherwise so little is changed mehhhhh. I liked the doppel so you kinda ruined her for me, thanksssss

Shalimar and Emiri: This is one I'm on the fence on. Design on its own, I really like. She's spooky and weird and the colours are great. I have to main issues. 1) does a 13 year old need such a sexual feeling witch and 2) does she link to her doppel well. The thing with curvaceous or sexualised witches is ones like Roberta I know are okay cause she was in her 30s when she became a witch. You could say some like Candeloro are sexualised cause she's got the booba and stick thin waist, it's kinda hard to deal with... I'm also finding it hard to judge cause I don't know if it suits Emiri, I don't know her character very well. So we'll just move on. If I drew it I would make her less adult-looking My other thought when looking at her beside her doppel was 'if this doppel came from this witch I would hate the fact it uses so little of the witch'. So switching it around, im a little mad they used so little of the doppel. It's like they had the idea for the body and wanted to use it and were like 'oh yeah! the doppel!' so stuck it on as a tail... Also the flower things on the doppel arent in the witch at all ughh. If she was just a new witch on her own id love her...

Vayu and Shizuku: Wow! One I actually finally like now! I think she looks super beautiful, the additions work! But she's not perfect... Just like Emiri and Shalimar, I don't see the doppel working if the witch came first. Why is her handbag now the head? It feels like the teapot(?) head on the witch came out of nowhere. But it's nowhere near as bad as Shalimar. She might be my favourite. I've always been 50/50 on Vayu and she improves that score.

Aodamo and Natsuki: This one's a bit boring... it just feels like they stuck on some additions and called it a day. I think if she was stood up straight I'd like her more... Love the teeth on the horn thing. Skirt is fine. Legs look awkward. Sad they removed her puffy sleeves, doesn't make sense as why the doppel would add that aspect.

Overall, it is a little annoying how clearly some of these are just super easy asset copies of the doppels with no effort put in... I think that's fine for say, Vayu as I think the doppel incorporation makes sense. She's a four legged beast so Shizuku is now riding her. But ones like Don Rocinante, Cyan and Aodamo seem like 5 minute attempts. I'm disappointed. Happy to see witches though, I'm only critical because I care about witches being good

[justmeinatree]

09 - Made Of Something New : USA

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, cheating (not on you, but none the less)

Word Count : 6k

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GIF : @horansqueen

April 23 (next year) - Las Vegas, USA

when niall approached mully, asking him if he wanted to go somewhere, anywhere, the last thing niall was expecting was vegas. but here he is, in a way too crowded hotel bar, sitting in the back corner with mully and a few other lads, drinking way too many beers.

mully’s idea of “distract niall” was going great so far, thanks to an abundance of alcohol. and strippers. the best thing he could think of really. 

but, niall would have definitely preferred something quiet. something where he could try to sort himself out. things at home were bad again. 

after that fateful night in dublin, 13 months ago now, niall woke up feeling refreshed. having the opportunity to finally let out everything he’s held in, was incredible. he felt lighter, felt peppier. 

so he did the one thing mully desperately begged him not to do, and that’s to simply go back home as if none of this had happened. as if this feeling was going to last forever. as if the fog of drug you seemed to induce was forever lifted and he could be happily living his life again. mully laughed. shook his head. and watched him go off to the actual biggest mistake of his life.

but with time, especially when they hit around christmas break again, everything took a severe turn. and now, months after things went bad again, he was desperate. beyond incredibly desperate for some semblance of good. vegas apparently is the answer to that one.

and since the universe enjoys dangling temptation in his face, niall spots a very familiar frame standing at the bar. his entire body goes rigid, eyes locked, on whom he knows for absolute fact, is you, with a tall man.

mully notices the change in niall, eyes floating over in the general direction that niall seems to be locked in, when he spots you, “hey, s’tha-“

“shhh,” niall cuts him off instantly, watching the interaction you’re having very attentively. he watches you shoulder bump the man, his arm slinking around your neck in a quick squeeze. 

“niall,” mully tries again, getting nothing more than a head bob from his friend, letting him know that he’s paying attention, but absolutely not taking his eyes off of you. 

mully sighs, shaking his head, “if this isn’t a fuckin sign, i dont know what is.”

“she’s with a fuckin man, mully,” niall snaps, unable to take his eyes away.

christ, he is so fucking daft, mully thinks to himself. “mate, you have no idea who that is. you wanted to get away, you were searching for something good. i said vegas, vegas of all fuckin places. where there’s thousands of fuckin bars, and she’s here. aren’t you the one who told me that you’d inevitably bump into each other again ? looks like you’re standing in it.”

“she’s with someone,” niall groans, biting his lip. “besides, what am i supposed to say ? i was a real fuckin prick, please fix me again ? christ mully, she’s not as daft as you seem to think i am.”

mully laughs loudly at that, “no, i know you’re as daft as i make you out to be. you’re too fuckin blind to see it. but yes, if she’s everything you’ve made her out to be, you need to talk to her. for real. not just a cryptic break up in the middle of a fucking bar. at the very least, please just talk to her mate. for everyone’s sanity, including your own, give her some credit.”

niall watches attentively as you find a table with the mystery man on your heel, holding drinks and shots, settling yourselves at the chosen empty table.

and niall keeps watch, trying to figure out how you’re both interacting with each other. he reaches over for mully’s beer, gulping it down, as his is long finished. 

mully gives him a questioning look as niall gets up suddenly, ignoring whatever the lads were saying, beelining for your table. he couldn’t miss the opportunity, now that the man had walked off to the bar, leaving you alone at your table.

you never saw him approaching. had no idea he was here. but a shiver ran through your spine as his hand settles on the back of the wooden chair beside you, fingers tapping. “‘s this seat taken ?”

you didn’t have to look up to know it was him. you’d recognize his hand anywhere. as weird as it may sound, this exact moment happened in vancouver, and you can still vividly picture his hand from the fateful night almost 2 years ago.

you’d recognize his voice anywhere too. it was ingrained on your brain, making your heart beat rapidly through your chest at the sound of it in such close proximity. you’d recognize his smell anywhere as well. it was so fucking comforting. it was so fucking niall. fuck. he was right here.

you chance looking up at him, eyes locked with his own, as you delicately shake your head, “s’not taken.”

niall bites his lip, hard enough to draw a bit of blood, metallic taste sitting uncomfortably on his tongue. he’s looking at you, and your eyes are looking right back, and for the second time in his life, it’s not happiness looking back. and fuck, if he didn’t feel guilty before, he sure as fuck does now.

“petal,” niall whispers, fingers reaching out to softly run over your arm. his hand recoils into a tight fist, eyes shut, because fuck he hasn’t felt you in over a year. that familiar shock of warmth and softness and comfort and electricity ran through his fingertips, shooting to squeeze at his heart.

as his eyes blink open, he finds you looking back at him, the same pain mirrored in both your eyes. niall takes a deep breath, in search for some sort of grounding, when his vision falls to your chest. 

you can tell immediately that he’s noticed. his eyes are wide, chest beating rapidly, air seemingly knocked out of him, as he processes the small rose charm hanging from the delicate chain on your neck.

“you’re still wearing it,” he murmurs, struggling to find a breath, his fingers reaching out to lightly touch the charm he remembers so vividly. 

“v’never taken it off,” you reply just as quietly, biting on your lip, blushing, as you admit that to him. “never had the heart to.”

“fuck,” niall breathes, shaking his head, “can we go somewhere and talk ?” he sees the hesitation in your eyes, and really, he cannot blame you. could not be mad if you chose to walk away without so much as a second thought. but he needed to try. “please, petal, really need to explain,” he adds. “unless,” he mumbles, nodding towards the seemingly forgotten seat in front of you.

“no, no,” you shake your head. “s’my brother. his fiancé was joining us soon. they’re getting married tomorrow, the whole dinky tacky elvis chapel wedding thing,” you explain, knowing exactly what the scene may have looked like. 

as you notice him visibly relax, you take a deep breath, fighting with yourself, ultimately deciding that whatever comes out of this talk, at least you’d have answers. answers you never thought you’d have. to the questions that have so heavily weighed on you for so long now. 

“we’re staying at this hotel,” you add, looking up at him. “we can talk in my room if you’d like ?”

“lead the way,” he hums, taking your hand in his to help you back up to your feet, following you to the elevators.

as you both stand in the elevator, you can’t help but be sucked into the parallel of this moment. it’s so similar to the night you met, you end up wondering if this is some sort of do over. the universe granting you with a second chance. your heart is beating out of your chest, your mind absolutely reeling. you can feel niall’s eyes scanning over you, feel his presence wash over you for the first time in so long.

there’s always been such an incredible pull towards niall that you can’t quite seem to explain. you close your eyes, biting on your lip, as you fight the overpowering urge to crumble into his arms. the only thing holding you back, being the thinning willpower of your still wounded heart.

niall follows you silently, down the hall, and up to your door. he watches you fumble with the keycard, again, unsure of whether he’s more nervous or excited to get beyond the threshold. 

the last thing he expected, however, as he closes the door behind himself, is to catch a glimpse of your tear filled eyes, just before he feels you pressed against him, face buried in his neck in an attempt to conceal the tears. 

your arms wrap tightly around niall’s body, hands fisted in his tshirt, taking a deep breath, as you feel your body start to tremble. 

“petal,” niall breathes, his heart feeling too swollen to fit in his chest, frog stuck in his throat, as he feels himself crumble for you. he winds his arms around your shoulders, hands soothingly rubbing your back, squeezing you as tight as he can, face buried in the top of your head. “i’m so sorry, pet. you didn’t fuckin deserve any of that.”

your hands glide down from his back to his hips, gripping onto him, pulling your face from niall’s neck, to look up at him, “wanted to talk, yeah ? i really need you to explain,” you hum, nodding towards the bed. you slip out of his arms, sitting with your back against the headboard, legs crossed.

niall mimics your position, sitting in the middle of the mattress, legs crisscrossed like yours, knees almost bumping into each other, as he faces you.

you look at him expectantly, wanting to hear him out. wanting to hear his side of the story. hear what exactly was going on last year. 

“i dont think i ever told you- no, i know i never told you,” niall corrects himself, shaking his head. “but, after mexico, i really started to look at you differently,” he decides to jump right in, laying it all out. “when we met up in italy, i did rent that place for you. and then in sweden, i met up with you because i wanted to be with you on valentines day. and when i called while you were in south korea, i was ready to fly you out and rent a house for you in the uk so i could have you close for a bit.”

you’re left stunned, your brain processing this information. you’re sure your face is showing all the emotions you seem to be hurled through. confusion, being the main one.

“my home life became an absolute living hell,” he continues. “i wanted you. wanted to be with you more than anything. and that scared me, because it was supposed to just be one night in vancouver. what hap-“

“what happens in canada, stays in canada,” you murmur, nodding. “you know, i dont even understand why i feel the need for this explanation so badly. i knew going into this, the second agreement i guess, since we broke that canada rule pretty quick. but, i knew what i was singing up for. i knew that one day you’d have to end this. i was the side piece.”

stab. stab, stab, stab, stab, stab. stab. for a moment, niall wishes he was actually being stabbed. apparently your brain shuts down for too much physical pain. but emotional pain, you have to live that shit. and right now, niall was being ripped apart by it.

“you’ve said that before,” niall recounts, eyes closed, as he takes a deep breath, his hand raking through his hair. “knew what you were signing up for,” he quotes from you. “said it at the cafe in mexico. hurt me just as much to hear it then as it does now,” he murmurs, taking another deep breath. “i think, for the both of us, somewhere along the line, this relationship became more than we could have ever even imagined signing up for. and fuck, please, petal, you were always so much more than a side piece.”

“so what did this relationship become for you ?” you chance asking. “because i always knew that you enjoyed the comfort and safety and trust that i seem to be able to give you. i always knew that was a big part of it.”

“i was falling so hard for you,” he whispers, like a secret spoken into the calm of the evening. a stark contrast from the vegas party goers just now ramping up for the night. 

“i used to tell you that you were intoxicating. but i never explained what i meant by that,” he hums, taking a breath. “your skin is softer than anything i’ve ever felt. your smell is the most comforting mix of lavender, honey, and coffee, and it has me fuckin obsessed. your presence relaxes and calms me more than anyone i’ve ever been around. your voice is so smooth, i wish i could bottle it up and listen whenever i wanted. everything, absolutely everything, was more, whenever i was with you. more relaxing, more happy, more comfortable, more safe, more feeling, more intensity. i thought i had met my perfect person, but the moment i sat next to you in vancouver, i knew, for fuckin fact, i was sitting with my perfect person. it just took me a really long time to even admit that to myself. i guess i was scared to lose the life i had.”

he watches as unshed tears gather up in your eyes, watches you try to blink them away, as one stray tear cascades down your cheek. niall’s quick to wipe it clean, fingertips brushing over your cheek, as his hand settles in your lap.

your fingers intertwine themselves with niall’s own, his thumb rubbing soothingly against your knuckles. “do you want to know why i’m here, petal ?”

you nod, biting your lip, as you look up at him, eyes still red rimmed and increasingly full of tears, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“i needed to escape again. my home life is bad again. knowing that you’re out in the world, living your life and it’s not with me. knowing that there’s someone so perfect for me. someone that makes me feel better than i’ve literally ever felt. but i couldn’t see you,” he shakes his head, “s’been increasingly hard. i’ve had more fights and disagreements, more uncomfortable silences and awkward encounters, in the last year as i think i’ve ever had.”

“but then, why ?” you murmur quietly, your voice catching in your throat, your head still busy processing all of this new information. “why did you walk away from this when you did ?”

“i was scared,” he admits again. “scared because if i bring you into my life, for real, maybe this fantasy bubble we’ve been living in wont be able to thrive. it’ll just be real life, and i could never forgive myself if bringing you into my life ultimately leads to our demise.”

“that doesn’t make sense,” you furrow your eyebrows. “instead of living happily with me, with the off chance that we end up unhappy with each other, you chose to end it and make us both unhappy right away. no shot at any happiness.”

“i didn’t say it made sense,” he hums, hand squeezing yours. “and trust me, mully gave me so much shite for it. i just couldn’t live with myself anymore. couldn’t live with how addicted i was to you and how i couldn’t fucking have you the way i wanted. it was tearing me up, hurting me so bad. it was easier to push you aside, and i’m the biggest prick on the planet for it.”

“yeah, you are,” you sigh, the joking tone not going unnoticed. “i had fallen for you. i can properly say that i was in love with you,” you admit out loud for the first time. “and you really hurt me. didn’t even give me so much as an explanation. i had to just walk away. nothing else i could do,” you explain, as niall grips into your hands harder, bringing them up to his lips, kissing softly along your knuckles, eyes closed as he feels the pain you went through.

“it killed me even more when i was travelling for work, and i knew we were in the same city,” you murmur, niall’s entire body deflating, his forehead now resting against your hands that he’s holding onto for dear life, in fear that you’ll disappear from him again.

“fuck,” he breathes wetly, a few tears gliding down his flushed cheeks. “fuck, how many, petal ? how many times ? i didn’t know, fuck. fuck. when ?”

you poke your thumb out of his hold, stroking his skin gently, looking to comfort him in any way possible. you really hadn’t meant to hurt him, you were just letting him know. “five,” you mumble quietly. “i was in spain at the time of some golf festival, in brazil at the same time as your summer festival, in france during fashion week, in new york city during the jingle ball, and in california while you were doing promo.”

niall blinks up at you, letting go of your hands in favour of ghosting his over your hips, “can i ?” he whispers.

you find yourself nodding, wanting to be comforted too at the moment. you dont understand what you’re feeling at all. angry, sad, happy, elated, confused, shocked, heavy, light, scared, and it all jumbled itself into some kind of clustered numbness. you wanted to feel. feel him again.

his hands land on your hips, fingers giving a squeeze as his thumbs rub lightly, complete and total familiarity hitting him hard. without so much as a second thought, his body took over. like muscle memory in a sense, he pulls you into his lap, your bum settled between his knees, legs wrapped around his waist, niall latching onto you.

he had you in his hold again. there was no way in hell he was ever letting go this time. niall’s arms were wound tight around you, his face buried in your shoulder.

you feel yourself relaxing into him, muscle memory of your own, as your senses are overtaken by niall. his smell, his touch, his calming breaths, the tiny pecks he cant help himself from trailing over your collarbone, air fanning over your skin as he speaks, “gonna make it up to you, petal. if you’ll let me,” he adds with a shake to his voice. nerves taking over, making him squeeze you tighter, knowing full well that this may be the last time he ever sees you.

“i know i hurt you, but i’ll spend the rest of my fucking life making it up to you, sweet girl,” he whispers, face tucked into your neck, breathing you in for a moment, before looking up at you, trying to decipher your thoughts.

but truthfully, you didn’t know what to think. you were all consumed by the presence you’ve done nothing but crave for the past 13 months. on the other hand, you’re left wounded by everything that transpired. 

niall notes your hesitation, leaning his forehead against yours, eyes closed, as he remembers something you told him back in vancouver, “have a little faith, petal,” he whispers, eyes filling with tears, the heaviness of the moment really hitting him. “can’t tell me any of this is a coincidence. not anymore. i know you feel it too, pretty girl.”

you squeeze your eyes shut, your own filling with tears as well, taking a shaky breath as your hands settle on niall’s neck and jaw, pulling him in to slot your lips with his.

niall groans out, in slight surprise, taking a deep breath through his nose, as if life was filling his lungs again. his arms wrap around you impossibly tighter, his tongue soothing your bottom lip as he sucks on it lightly.

as your lip snaps back into position, niall’s forehead rests against yours, momentarily catching his breath, before dipping back in. but you’re quicker than he is, pulling away, just slightly out of reach.

“petal ?” he blinks his eyes open to find yours already staring back at him, looking at you in question, nerves bubbling up into his chest.

“i can’t just leave this time,” you whisper, seeing relief wash over him, ready to give you absolutely anything you asked for. “it needs to be different, niall.”

“anything, petal, fuck, i’ll do anything for you,” he groans, his lips pressing to yours again, savouring every moment, every detail. taking in the intensity of you again. getting lost in you. it’s almost as if no time had past. the ease of falling back into you, the immediate calm, easy, perfect, so fucking right. none of it goes past him, finally admitting everything to himself, and falling into this fully.

niall lays you down on the mattress, hovering above you, lips never having parted from yours, too enthralled in the bursting feeling that is you. how your kisses are so much better than any kisses he’s ever had. is it the lingering coffee taste, that’s become such a signature in his brain ? is it the softness of your lips brushing up against his ? is it the smoothness of your tongue darting out for tastes of him, and just more more more ? is it the sharp nibble of your teeth, biting at his kiss raw skin ? or is it just because it’s you, his beautiful petal ?

he may never find out, and he’s okay with that, as long as these kisses keep coming. in an effort to calm himself down, at least slightly, niall kisses down to your chin, taking his time over your jaw to your neck. 

as he makes his way slowly down your chest, your thanktop fairly low cut, giving niall tons of access. and based on the hardening outline of your nipples, he could guess that you’d foregone a bra again. he eventually finds himself ghosting his palms over the sides of your breasts, looking up at you in question, “can i, petal ?”

you look down at him, nodding, your tits quickly spilling out of your top, niall’s mouth immediately attached to your right nipple. your hand instinctually, gripped into his hair, keeping him in place to work over your pebbled nipple.

he groans against your skin, feeling so all consumed by you. his eyes flick up to yours, melting at the sight of you. calm, ease, comfort, relief, all good things shining back at him through your gaze.

niall’s tongue flicks over your nipple, mouth leaving your breast to meld with yours again. he kisses you slowly, lips pressed hard against yours, mumbling a low, “missed you so fuckin much.”

you groan, pulling him back to your mouth, fingers buried deep into his hair, having a strong hold on his roots, feeling like this is too good to be true. like if he’ll evaporate before your eyes.

with one leg spread out, and your other leg bent at the knee, foot planted firmly on the bed, niall slotted between your legs, you can feel his cock stiffening up against your hip. you instinctively roll your body up into his, a breathy moan working its way out of niall’s chest.

“fuck, wanna see you pet,” he groans, gripping into your tanktop, working it down over your hips, taking your pants and panties along, down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to him.

niall’s eyes roam over you, biting his lip, as he realizes the only thing you’re wearing is the rose charm necklace. it makes him feel at home. vulnerable, yet comfortable. 

as he’s about to lean back into you, searching for your mouth again, your hands fall onto his chest, pushing him back slightly, “want you to strip too.”

with the words barely out of your mouth, niall’s shirt is discarded onto the ground, pants shimmied off his legs, lips mingling with yours in a quick kiss, before trailing nips and sucks down your body.

he settles himself between your thighs, hands pressing both your legs open, his eyes settled right on your glistening centre for the first time in over a year.

you can hear the groan bubble out of niall’s chest, whispering, “so fuckin gorgeous, my beautiful petal,” breath fanning over your heat, before his tongue darts out, licking a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

you moan, hips bucking up in search for more, niall groaning again, “fuck, so good,” dipping down for another taste, “missed your cunt, missed you so fucking much.”

and with that, he delves right in. his mouth snogging over your pussy, no rhyme or reason, completely lost in your smell, your taste, your softness, your warmth.

niall sucks back your arousal every time another wave bubbles out of you, his tongue lapping at your inner walls, before flicking expertly over your clit. his arms wrapped themselves under your thighs, hands resting on your waist, holding you into position to keep you from wiggling too much.

your brain was an absolute mess, the only thing you could focus on was niall. you were a moaning mess, one hand tucked into niall’s hair, the other fisting the sheets, your ears ringing too loudly to hear his own groans. your skin was prickling, body completely at ease in the presence of someone so familiar. it was so easy to fall back into this with him, if you weren’t so fuckin blissed out, you might be a bit scared of it.

his tongue keeps flicking over your clit, sucking it tightly into his mouth, teeth nipping softly over your sensitive bud. you could feel your stomach muscles starting to twitch, legs trembling more and more erratically, as the telltale signs of your orgasm start approaching quickly.

“fuck, niall, m’gonna cum,” you whimper, legs attempting to close on his head.

you can feel him moaning against your centre, hands slipping from your waist to your thighs, keeping your legs spread for him, as he can feel your cunt starting to clench. he laps and sucks at the creaminess of your orgasm, groaning breathily at the sweet taste of your high.

your muscles tense up, trembling through your high, feeling the long licks of niall’s tongue working you through. 

as you start to come down, he rests his forehead against your mound, eyes locked on your soaked pussy, biting his lip, watching one of his fingers slink into you. he couldn’t help himself, he was so fuckin lost in you. he knew you were still coming down, knew you were sensitive, but fuck, he wanted to feel it all, right now.

a loud moan escapes your lips, back arching off the bed, trying to escape his tight grip. but niall’s much stronger than you are, pinning your hips down to the bed, curling his finger right up against your sweet spot. he didn’t even have to look for it, knew exactly where it was. he swears, he could draw a full map of your body with ease.

“fuck, pup, look at you. taking me so fuckin well, yeah ? made for me, sweet girl,” he hums, watching your legs shake, your inner walls starting to clamp down on his finger, completely abusing your spongey spot.

“f-fuck, fuck, niall-“ you whimper, hips wiggling on their own accord. “s’too much, m’gonna burst,” you whine shakily, another orgasm ripping through you.

“let it go, puppy,” niall groans, watching the orgasm burst through you, squirting on his hand, mouth, neck, and chest, due to his incredibly close proximity. “fuck, yes, that’s it, pretty girl. fuckin soak me so good. christ i missed your cunt.”

without any opportunity to come down from either of your orgasms, with niall’s finger still working inside you, his mouth is latched back onto your clit, tongue licking up your orgasm.

“niall,” you whimper loudly, hips rolling into ? away from ? his mouth, unsure of what your body truly wanted at that moment. you were already chasing another orgasm, feeling better than you remember feeling in the last year. but your pussy was so sensitive, you could swear you were going to burst again. “fuck, m’gonna- gonna again,” you groan out, losing your words.

“that’s it, puppy,” niall groans, pulling his mouth away just enough to look up at you properly, your eyes falling on his absolutely drenched face and neck. thankfully you were too overtaken by euphoria to be embarrassed. 

“show me what i’ve been missing, yeah ?” he coos, a second finger entering you alongside the first, mouth delving back into your cunt.

your eyes roll back, a loud moan of profanities mixed with his name echoing through the room, as you cum again, soaking him and the sheets below even more.

niall groans again, unable to contain any of the sounds that his body is so desperate to make, sucking the squirt right out of you, swallowing down as much as he can.

“fuckin christ, puppy,” you can feel him groan against your heat, your entire body twitching with the feel of his breath against you. “missed this. fuck, missed you so much.”

he slowly pulls his fingers away, watching your cunt clench around nothing, biting into his lip, eyes raking up to find your face, “okay, pet ?”

“mhmm,” you hum, nodding, blissful smile on your face, taking in just how wrecked he looks from eating your pussy. “lookin so good right now, ni,” you murmur, sighing around a smile, looking up at him cheekily.

he notices the smirky look on your face, eyebrows furrowing, “what’s going through that mind of yours ?”

“remember that night in vancouver ?” you ask. “you took a photo of me. said you didn’t wanna forget that moment.”

niall smiles at the memory, because fuck, how could he forget ? he’s looked at that picture more times than he even wishes to think of. “course i remember, petal.”

“s’my turn,” you coo, blushing slightly. “dont wanna forget the way you look right now. you’re fuckin glowing niall,” you giggle, “and not just because i soaked you. i dont know if you realized how well i could read you, but i feel like i haven’t seen this true, happy you in a really really long time.”

niall sighs, eyes looking down as he collects himself, blinking back up at you, “it’s because of you,” he hums. “m’happy because i’m with you. and i wouldn’t have it any other way,” he smiles, reaching down off the bed to fiddle with your pants, digging through your pockets to grip your phone, passing it to you.

“dont mind that you take a photo,” he bites his lip, “but i have a request.” without so much as another form of explanation, niall lays down next to you, guiding your arm up, to take a photo of the both of you together.

you blush, tucking your face into his cheek, a big smile taking over your features. upon looking back at the photo, your heart melts at how incredibly blissfully content, happy, comfortable, fucked out you both look. you hope to be able to cherish these kinds of moments for a very very long time.

niall takes the phone from your hand, dropping it further down the mattress, rolling himself on top of you, kissing you deeply, tongue dipping into your mouth at the first opportunity. his fingers ghost over your neck, murmuring against your lips, “how you feeling pup ? how’s your cunt ?”

your tongue pokes out to playfully lick at his bottom lip, smiling at him, “m’feeling amazing. m’sure my cunt would say the same. want your cock, wanna feel it again, niall, please.”

his teeth dig into your bottom lip, hard, his rock hard, bare length rolling through your folds. you both moan simultaneously, niall at feeling the slick warmth of your arousal coating his prick, and you at the over sensitivity of his tip bumping into your clit.

“c’mon,” you whimper, not wanting any more teasing, your body absolutely craving him, hips lifting from the bed, in hopes that his member stays snagged into your entrance.

but niall rolls his hips just right, the tip of his cock entering you effortlessly, your walls stretching around his length, welcoming him.

as he bottoms out, his head falls to your chest, mouthing at your breasts to keep himself distracted from the overwhelming feeling of you. how wet you are, how tight you are, how fucking perfect you are. he feels fully consumed by you, getting completely lost in it.

“fuckin hell, puppy, m’not gonna last,” he groans against your skin, stomach muscles already trembling, “missed you so fuckin much, fuck, you’re the best. best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

you gasp for breath, your mind numbing at the feel of niall. your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his bum, needing him close. your hands card through his hair, fingertips tingling at the silkiness of his brown locks, grounding yourself from the hard thrusting, his cock reaching depths of you that no one else has ever seemed to reach. 

“niall,” you whimper, making him look up at you, watching your face. “m’gon-gonna cum again. fuck, fu- missed you so much. you have no idea, mi-missed you so fucking much,” you babble, tears running down your cheeks.

overwhelmed. that’s the word you’d both been searching for. although it seemed more than your basic overwhelm, you wouldn’t know how else to describe it. 

niall takes in the emotional state you seem to be in, his forehead resting against yours, one of his hands finding its way to your throat, laying on your neck softly, “m’right here pup, right here with you. not going anywhere, ever again. you gonna cum for me ? hmm ? milk me dry, puppy,” he coos, his fingers gripping into the sides of your throat, cutting off the airflow to your brain.

in an instant, your cunt is clamped down around his cock, tighter than niall even remembers, your orgasm ripping through your body. you’re a moaning mess, thighs squeezing his hips tightly, your entire being tingling in over sensitivity, niall feeling you soak his cock again.

“yes, pup, just like that,” he groans, the hold on your throat loosening, as his orgasm hits him as well, your pussy pulling every last drop from him.

as you both work at catching your breath, niall kisses along your collarbone and neck, fingertips rubbing over any bit of skin he can reach.

“fuckin soaked your bed, pet,” niall murmurs, light airy chuckle leaving his lips. 

“was too good, ni,” you whisper breathily, body spent, not even caring that you’re literally laying in a puddle. 

“wanna come stay with me tonight ?” he asks tentatively, knowing you’d agreed things would be different, but not having lined up what exactly that meant. “can’t have ya staying in a wet bed.”

you giggle, blush rising from your chest to your neck and cheeks, “that’s so embarrassing, fuck,” you groan, hiding your face in your hands. “i dont wanna impose. can always crash with my cousin.”

“not imposing, petal,” he whispers. “want you to. if you want to that is ?”

you smile bashfully, niall noticing the sparkle in your eye, the larger your smile becomes, “of course i want to. wish i never had to say goodbye.”

niall bites his lip, thinking everything over as quickly as he can, pecking your lips, “tomorrow, i’ll need to fly home,” he explains, mouth ghosting yours. “give me a week, tops. and i’ll come find you. wherever you are, i’ll get myself to you. everything will be different, petal. for the better. i promise. just have a little faith in me.”

Part 10

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My favourite hozier songs are in a week and I, carrion. I'd love to know what that says about me

I'm gonna do them all bc I know it's tough to pick a favourite with him. Also I think it's funny because I went on about how most of his songs are not genuine love songs and then you picked three that actually are genuine love songs

1. Obscurity rating (again, the higher the more obscure)

I, Carrion - 2.5/5; One of the more popular songs on Unreal Unearth, I think most people who keep their finger on the pulse would know about this song but it's not one of his hits. A casual listener might know about this song just because it's new and he's gone viral this year. I think if you ask me again in a year or two I may rank it like a 3/5.

In a Week - 2.5/5; This one equals out because anything from his first album (except take me to church) is automatically gonna be a little higher on that scale, but also, this song is like a queer cult classic. All the gays want to lay down in the woods and decompose together.

I Could be Yours - 5/5; I mean admittedly I didnt even know this one existed. It's an unreleased song so I dont think you can get more obscure than that :^)

2. My assumptions about you

I don't want want to get invasive but dude you're like pinemaster 5000. Prince of Pining. You might pine more than Hozier himself.

All of these are incredibly romantic songs and they all convey like...honestly a submissive position compared to the subject of his love. So I do kind of assume that in a relationship you take on the role of service, your primary love language may even be acts of service. I think that you maybe pine for the kind of relationship where you serve and the other protects, built on mutual respect and not a power imbalance, because there are plenty of love songs of his that explicitly talk about toxic or abusive or imbalanced situations but these are not it. The fact that you are drawn to these shows an appreciation for gentleness in love. And Devotion.

It did not escape my notice either that 2/3 of these songs have to do with death/dying/being a corpse. I don't know what to make of that besides that you have an affinity for death and morbidity (affectionate-- I do too).

3. My Opinion

I, Carrion - It's a really beautiful song, it is one of those that I expect to hit me a lot harder than it does now. This happened with de selby pt 1 where when I first heard it I didnt care for it and then one day, I started crying while listening to it.

In a Week - CW for pettiness; I don't like this song very much, but for admittedly dumb reasons. Its undeniably a beautifully macabre song with strong vocals and good lyrics, so I can appreciate it from an artistic standpoint.

However, there was a period of time before Wasteland, Baby came out that Hoziers queer listeners were like "Hozier is a sapphic icon let's go rot in the woods together". Its 100% peoples rights to feel that way and I understand why they do but I, a gay man, have never felt sapphic once in my life. This song was the exemplary standard of what people expected from Hozier at that time, and it was so strongly associated with sapphic feelings by its reception that I just never cared for it.

I Could Be Yours - You are actually the person who introduced me to this song, and I fuckin love it. Granted, when I was younger I serenaded my husband during our courtship with the song "I Wanna be Yours" by Arctic Monkeys....very much the same sentiment I think. That may also be why he has never released a studio version of it. I love that its folksy, but I would also love to see what he'd do with it in a studio. I just love love love songs that he hollars in.